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Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

Before I begin
tonight’s concert,

I would like to explain
the structure of a symphony.

All symphonies are composed
of two parts:

sounds and silences.

It is very important
that you know

the difference between the two.

Perhaps I should
give you an example.

This is sound.

[muted note]

[muted note]

Good heavens,
I don’t like this a bit.

I was told I would be
the only one on the program.

He’s as stiff as a board.

He must have been here
some time.

To continue our little chat
about musical appreciation,

for example of sounds,
I know nothing better

than the next 60 seconds.

[Barret] Martha,
why don’t you get me

a ticket on the first plane
tomorrow morning to Toronto?

And get Mrs. Barret
on the telephone.

You wanted
to see me, Mr. Barret?

I sent Twining to Toronto
to wind up an old litigation

and he’s tied himself up
in enough red tape

to trim a Christmas tree.

I have to fly up there
in the morning.

You know
what that means, don’t you?

The Muldoon-Wright merger.

There’s enough work left on that
to keep you busy
until I get back.

I’m leaving you in charge.

I’ve given you
everything I have here.

[phone buzzing]

-[Barret] Yes?
-[Martha] Mr. Barret, I have

Mrs. Barret
on your private wire.

[Barret]
Thank you.

I don’t think
you’ll have any trouble.

I’m sure that I won’t,
Mr. Barret.

Good morning, Poopsie.

Did I awaken you?

Mrs. James Barret here.

[Barret]
It’s me, Poopsie!

Oh, it’s you.

I’m flying
to Toronto in the morning.

Toronto?
Where’s Toronto?

In Canada.

Is that overseas?

No, that’s not overseas.
Now listen, Poopsie.

This is what I called
to tell you:

as much as I’ll miss you,
we can’t have
lunch together today.

I have an important conference.

Toronto...

Did you hear me, Poopsie?

Oh, yes.

Well, don’t worry about me.

I’ll miss you awfully, but...

I’ll have lunch
with one of the girls.

Oh, darling. I’m sorry to be
so terribly late,

but Gigi just wouldn’t
eat her lunch.

Don’t be angry with me.

I asked you, my sweet,
not to wear that get up.

It’s a bit like hiring
a sound truck

to go through the streets
announcing

that Mrs. James Barret is having
a quiet lunch with her lover.

But I like to dress for you.

You want me to look frumpy,

you’ll end up by forgetting
you love me at all.

Impossible.

I could never forget that.

I don’t believe you have
any idea how far

that baby blue expression
of yours could take you.

Phillip, it’s been so long.

A month.

A whole month
without even seeing you.

You might at least have come
to Irene’s cocktail party.

About that--
We’ll order later, thank you.

That’s the last thing
I could have done, my darling.

You can’t help looking
at me the way you are
looking at me now.

And I undoubtedly would
have made a dive for you

and the whole affair
would have come
crashing into the open.

No, there’s only one way
for us to really be together.

Oh!

James is going away.

Yes, love.

James is going away on another
of his business trips.

And we decided the last time
what we must do, didn’t we?

Where’s Toronto?

Farther than James thinks.

I knew when he sent
Twining off to Toronto

that he would leave him there
just long enough

for him to make a rather
thorough mess of things,

and the old boy would be
off to the rescue.

[chuckling]
He fancies himself

a kind of
one-man cavalry charge.

I’ve made all the arrangements.

James will never reach
the Toronto office.

What are you going to do?

Now, the less you know
of the details

my adorable featherbrain,

the better for us both.

As things stand now,
I’m completely covered.

I don’t want the details
of James’ impending demise

to be New York’s
favorite dinner topic tonight.

All you have to do is
send him off to the airport

with a warm and tender farewell.

Farewell?

I’ll send you
further instructions
in the mail.

All you’ll have to do
is follow them.

Then, after a brief
period of mourning...

Oh, I look lovely in black.

-He was sweet.
-And rich.

And generous.

Oh, you’re right, my darling.

You will look lovely in black.

It’s liable to be chilly
up in Canada, Mr. Barret.

Did you call for a taxi?

Oh, yes, Mr. Barret. I did.

Well, did you tell them
I’m in a hurry?

Well, of course I did!

Have a good trip, Mr. Barret.

Poopsie!

You didn’t have to get up
so early just to see me off.

Oh, but I did.
That was the first thing in...

That was the first thing
I thought of when I
woke up this morning.

"James is going away,"
I thought.

I must get up and see him off.

Gigi, kiss goodbye.

You make it
all worthwhile, Poopsie.

That fool in Toronto’s enough
to make me want
to chuck everything.

But... you make it
all worthwhile.

[doorbell buzzing]

Your taxi’s here, Mr. Barret.

Good morning, Mrs. Barret.

Morning, Harry.

You want me to walk
Gigi for you this morning?

I’d like to have
my bag taken down,

if you can spare the time.

Oh, I nearly forgot.
I brought up the mail.

Oh, I’ll take it.

Goodbye, Poopsie, dear.

[Phillip] By this time,
my sweet, your adoring husband
is on his way to the airport.

Now, briefly, to business.

All you are to do is write
James a good smarmy letter,

leaving nothing
to the imagination
of a policeman.

Mailed this morning,
your letter should reach
the Toronto office tomorrow.

It means nothing that James
will never live to see it,

as long as it’s there
for the police.

Send it airmail. The address is
at the bottom of this letter.

Now, that’s all you have to do.
Write it, mail it, forget it.

I suggest a small cocktail
party in your apartment
in the afternoon.

It will help you to forget
and provide an excellent alibi

for a grief-stricken widow.

Need I remind you
to destroy this?

My life is
literally in your hands.

Yours forever and ever.

Address.

Barret...

Twining...

and Moore.

342.

Bay Street.

Toronto...

Canada.

[sigh]

Dear James...

My dear...

husband, James.

[sigh]

Oh, Gigi, what is
a smarmy letter?

[barks]

Oh.

My dearest...

darling.

I know you will think...

that I am...

a foolish featherbrain...

for writing to you

so quickly.

Your adoring...

wife.

Poopsie.

Stamp.

Airmail.

[chuckles]
Come on, Gigi.

I’m going out
to mail a letter, Ellen.

What did you say?

Can I mail that letter
for you, Mrs. Barret?

Oh, thank you, Harry,
but... eh...

A little walk will do me good.

-[Gigi barking]
-[man] Trudi. Trudi!

-[barking]
-[Raymond] Stop.

Trudi, now,
you mind your manners.

Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I...

Oh, why. Mrs. Barret,
how nice to see you!

Oh, I’m Raymond.

Oh, surely you must remember.

That divine cocktail party
at your apartment.

Oh, you give
the most wonderful parties.

Thank you.

You know,
I adore people who know

how to give good parties.

They’re such a
wonderful therapy,
don’t you think?

Oh, I’m giving one
this afternoon. Do come.

Oh, fun! fun!

Around fivish. Bring friends.

Will do! Bye-bye!

Say goodbye
to the pretty lady, Trudi.

You idiot.

I know you are snowed, Lotte,
but I’m so desolate

whenever James is away, and...

and parties are
such wonderful therapy.

You will? Bless you.

Ellen, I do wish
you’d stop fussing around

and make some canapés.

-Canapés?
-Hello, Collie?

But of course it’s me.

Oh, you’re sweet. Can-a-pees.

Well, I know I’m
an angel for calling you.

How else could I invite you
to cocktails?

[Ellen chuckling]
Oh, cocktails!

Today, naturally.

No. Come as you are.

[chuckles]

Oh, Collie!

Oh, well. Around five, then.

All right, Mrs. Barret. Canapés.

You just hadn’t told me.

Do I have
to tell her everything?

Oh, Gigi,
what is Dodie’s number?

[gasping]

Oh!

Phillip’s letter.

Gigi...

Did you take Phillip’s letter?

I put it in the letter to James.

Oh, I couldn’t.

No...

[barking]

Wait! Wait!

Oh, Mrs. Barret.
You didn’t tell me

how many guests
to expect for cocktails.

Mrs. Barret, how many?

Mrs. Barret,
don’t you feel good?

Can I get you something?

Little arsenic, please.

Oh, Mrs. Barret!

Oh, Ellen, did you ever do
something terrible?

I mean, really terrible, like...

Like mail the wrong letter
to the wrong person?

[laughter]
Is that all?

All?

It’s the whole world crumbling,
that’s all.

Well, why don’t you go
to the post office

and ask them
to get back your letter?

Go to the post office
and ask to get it back.

[laughing]
Sure.

I wonder if you could help me?

You’ll have
to wait your turn, lady.

That will be one dollar.

Please, you’ve got to help me.

What’s your problem, Miss...?

Mrs... that’s my problem.

I mailed a letter
to my husband by mistake.

I mean, I said
some awful things.
I was very angry.

And now
you are not angry anymore.

No, I’m not.

Glad to hear that.
Why don’t you go home

and write your husband
a nice letter

and set everything right again.

But it wouldn’t.

You see,
he has a very bad temper.

Please, couldn’t I
just have my letter back?

If it hasn’t left
the post office.

[Mrs. Barret]
Well, look and see?

All right, lady. Take this form
to the desk and fill it out.

But I just want my letter.

I know that, lady.

That’s why you have
to fill out the form.

Put the full address here,

and down here put
the location of the box
where it was mailed.

Oh, it was the box
on the corner near my apartment.

What corner? You have
to put down what corner.

There’s a pen on the desk. Next!

Please, I must have
my letter back.

Maybe you ought to wire
your husband.

Why can’t I have my letter back?

This is a government office,
isn’t it?

I’m a taxpayer.

So am I, lady.

I’m sorry, lady. That letter
is government property, now.

Oh, it’s my letter!

Sent to Toronto, Canada.

I’m sorry, lady.

That mail left for the airport
a half an hour ago.

Thank you.

I made canapés for 20.

Will that be enough?

Mrs. Barret?

Mrs. Barret!

His life is in my hands.

Now look, Mrs. Barret.

You mustn’t let yourself
get all upset.

Mr. Barret is just gone off
on one of his business trips

the way he does now and then.

He’ll come back.

Now look.

My cousin Hazel went through
an experience just like this.

Her husband was a lineman
for the telephone company.

Three nights running,
Hazel dreamed

that he grabbed hold
of a high tension wire.

Telephone company...

Nothing came of it,
Mrs. Barret.

Hazel’s husband got fired.
[laughter]

[doorbell buzzing]

Ellen, the door.

Oh, you’ll be all right.

[operator]
Long distance operator.

Operator, I want the offices

of Barret, Twining
and Moore in Toronto.

That’s in Canada.

[operator]
You know the number?

No, I don’t have the number.

Ellen, how nice to see you!
Come on in, gang.

Oh, don’t tell me
we are the first ones here.

-Oh, that’s just fine.
-Oh, don’t mind it.

Wait, you got to see
this apartment.

It’s absolutely divine.

And there it is!
Martini time!

[laughing]
Oasis!

Where is
the ravishing Mrs. Barret?

After all, we can’t drink
without our charming hostess.

Where is Mrs. Barret, Ellen?

Oh, Mrs. Barret is
in her bedroom telephoning.

Telephoning? Oh...

Now, is that any way to treat
starved, parched guests?

-Perhaps just one.
-[doorbell buzzing]

To settle the dust.

Mmm... Ah, thank you.

[Ellen]
Oh, hello!

Hi! Katie, Marty,
how nice to see you.

You know, I missed you at
the Oliver’s. Hello, Mary.

Thank you, operator.
Will you ring through, please?

Oh, please, let James be there.
Please, let him still be alive.

Don’t let Phillip’s plan work.

[Raymond] Oh, there you are!
[laughter]

Forgive not knocking,
darling, but I knew
you’d be dying of thirst.

P-Please, I’m telephoning.

Oh, but you needn’t. I’m here!

Oh... alone at last!

Don’t be silly.

-[operator] That line is busy.
-What?

The line is busy.
Shall we try later
and call you back?

Oh, yes. Yes, please.

Come to the party, darling.
It’s beginning to float.

Besides, nice people
want to see you.

-Ah, I’m waiting for a call.
-Oh, can’t wait.

Life is fleeting, life is short.

[Mrs. Barret]
Don’t say that!

[Raymond]
But life is short!

And the party leave behind
those empty bottles in the sand.

Madame and messieurs,
your charming hostess,

the ravaging Mrs. Barret!

[Mrs. Barret] Collie,
you did come as you were!

Hello, nice to see you both.

Lotte, you look divine.

I’m a wreck.

I’m going strictly
on nerves and vitamin pills.

My doctor says
I am a medical impossibility.

He’s thinking
of taking up astrology.

So this is what happens
when the boss is away, Mrs. B.

We’ll have to do this
more often.

The boss away?

Now, why didn’t you tell me that
when we were alone?

-[phone ringing]
-Have a yummy.

-Oh, yes.
-Oh, please.

Please, that’s for me.
Here, be a dear.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[operator] I’m reading now
on your call to Toronto.

-Thank you.
-[operator] Go ahead.

Hello?

[man]
Barret, Twining and Moore here.

Who’s calling, please?

His wife.

I mean, I’m Mrs. James Barret

and I’d like to speak
to my husband, please.

He flew to Toronto this morning.

Oh, Mrs. Barret.

We’ve been trying to contact
the New York office.

Mr. Barret hasn’t arrived.

He was listed
as a passenger on the plane,

but he never registered
at his hotel.

Hello? Hello?

You’ve been
away from us too long.

Your drink is warming, darling!

[doorbell buzzing]

Ellen...

[doorbell buzzing]

The liquor store sent this over.

I’ll take it, Harry.

Oh, Mrs. Barret, I’m sorry,

but that letter that you sent
to Mr. Barret this morning,

it came back
due to insufficient postage.

Oh, what-what a shame, Harry.

Will you give me
the letter, please?

I’ll see to the extra postage.

It’s all taken care of.

I put on the extra stamps
and mailed it again.

I knew you’d want
Mr. Barret to get it
just as soon as possible.

Here’s the evening paper.

You have probably been wondering

about our friend
in the other piano.

Rather than disturb him,

we simply buried him
in his piano.

It was rather moving, really.

Like going down with one’s ship.

And now I should play
the Minute Waltz.

[plays final note]

That was the fastest
I’ve ever played it.

I suppose you’ve noticed
that this piano

has only one pedal.

Because of my speed,

I had to put in
an automatic transmission.

Next week, I shall be back
with more music

and further
explanatory comments.

Until then, goodnight.