"So I can call up tomorrow, can I?" "Pearl." "Yes, Miss Gibson." "I'm going out for some air." "Shall I phone the garage?" "─ No." "I'll take a taxi." "Oh, that artist called again." "He said he had a message for you." "A message for me?" "From Paris?" "I don't know." "I told him to call tomorrow." "And what did he say?" "─ Ha .. he laughed." "Laughed?" "Well, I'll be back before Mr Gibson gets home." "Yes, Mrs Gibson." "Any place in particular, lady?" "No .. just drive around." "Oh look, I tell you what." "Drive over to 5th Avenue and down." "And I'll tell you when to stop." "Always write a letter." "The same Mrs Gibson." "A lovely evening, isn't it?" "Spring .. moonlight." "Do you like spring, Mrs Gibson?" "Spring is the time for love." "Spring is the mating season." "You mated, didn't you, Mrs Gibson?" "Yes .. you mated with Mr Gibson." "The public utilities king." "Much better than marrying me, isn't it." "Oh, yes." "Much better than living down here." "Oh yes." "Much better." "I can call you up tomorrow noon, can I?" "Oh, isn't that nice." "I can call you from hell and reverse the charges." "So .. you know what you can do Mr and Mrs Gibson with your .." "Your money and your diamonds and your cars." "You know what you can do, don't you?" "You can go to hell!" "Peggy." "Peggy." "Will you wait here just a minute?" "─ Sure, if it isn't more than an hour." "Ralph." "Hello Ralph .. it's me." "─ Oh." "What are you doing?" "─ Nothing." "Pearl said you phoned." "─ Oh, so I phoned, did I?" "Well, what's the matter with you?" "Well, no Ralph." "No." "Is there any reason why I shouldn't kill myself?" "Yes, a hundred reasons." "You once had the makings of a great artist." "And then, oh .." "It's such a cowardly thing to do." "Suppose I am a coward?" "You always said I was." "It's my business how I get rid of my unhappiness." "But all of us are unhappy at some time or other." "Oh, you're not." "You're Mrs C. Mortimer Gibson." "You have motorcars, diamonds." "Give me a drink, will you." "May I ask how you happen to come down here, just at this time?" "Oh, I don't know." "Just a hunch." "Pearl said you had a message from me." "You've just read it." "You thought I had some word for you from Paul in Paris." "To Paul in Paris." "The man you should have married." "Listen Ralph .. whether or not I still love Paul, is of no importance now." "Paul went to Paris and .." "I married Gibson." "I'm not sorry for myself." "And you shouldn't be sorry for yourself." "You've got to stop acting like a baby." "It's weak." "I love you, Peggy." "I know." "I love you." "Peggy." "Where is Mrs Gibson?" "─ Mrs Gibson?" "Why, she's gone out for a ride." "Where?" "Where?" "Why, to the park I suppose." "Have her see me when she gets back." "And 28,000 shares of common stock." "Seventy-nine and three eighths." "Of which we agreed to take one third." "No, you'd better make it one half." "You got that?" "─ Yes, Mr Gibson." "And 10,000 shares of preferred at a 112." "He's home." "He's still up." "And he's mad." "Oh hello dear." "Are you home?" "Apparently." "Do you mind telling me just exactly what is the meaning of this?" "I've been out riding in a taxi." "A green taxi." "─ I don't like that." "Well, there weren't any yellow taxis around." "Where did you go?" "─ Oh." "Just through the park." "[ Door knocks ]" "Come in." "Of course, there is no reason why you shouldn't go riding." "I'm sorry I didn't get back home to dinner." "Then the theater?" "That's alright." "I was disappointed at not finding you at home." "I've brought you a little surprise." "Oh dear." "You shouldn't." "Oh." "How lovely." "─ Like it?" "Yes, it is beautiful." "Cartier." "─ Is it, honest?" "Charming." "You look charming this evening." "Thank you." "─ Alright." "Well now if you'll excuse me, I still have some work to do." "Yes, of course." "The C, D and K people are trying to get control of the market." "We still have 250,000 shares of the common stock." "Goodnight, dear." "─ Yes, goodnight." "And thank you for the bracelet." "Good morning, Mrs Gibson." "It's spring, Pearl." "─ Yes, Mrs Gibson." "Mr Gibson had to go down to his office." "─ Oh." "He said he won't be able to go with you to meet his daughter." "The Majestic docks promptly at 12." "Oh." "And luncheon will be served promptly at 1:30." "As spring will end promptly, June proceeds." "Signed:" "C. Mortimer Gibson." "And he also told me to give you these." "He told me he thought it was careless of you to leave them in the living room." "Hello." "Anybody up yet?" "─ Whom do you wish to see, sir?" "I don't know." "Who's at this address?" "This is the apartment of Mr C. Mortimer Gibson." "That's right .. and I am P.M. Lockridge." "You will have to leave your card, Mr Lockridge." "Mr Gibson is out." "That's where you're wrong." "I don't want to see Mr Gibson, I want see Mrs Gibson." "I'm sorry sir .." "It's too nice a morning to be disagreeable." "You just tell Mr Gibson that a certain .." "Gentleman has come back from Paris." "Yes, sir." "But your card, sir?" "─ My ..?" "Oh." "I know I had a card last year." "I guess I left it in my other suit." "Here." "Here you are." "There .. reply requested." "But I .." "Hurry up, hurry up." "That's better." "Cartier, Pearl." "─ I noticed that, Mrs Gibson." "The best." "We must always have the best." "Best in jewelery, best house." "Best drink." "─ Yes, Mrs Gibson." "You may close the windows now, Pearl." "I've had my spring." "They are my Cartier diamonds." "Oh no .. just one last breath." "What's that?" "─ It's him." "Excuse me Madam." "There is a young man downstairs." "Mr Lockridge?" "It's him alright." "─ Oh." "What should I do?" "Well if I was you Mrs Gibson, I'd wear my flowered chiffon." "Well, I guess I open the windows again." "─ Oh no." "Lock them." "[ Piano music ]" "Well this is .. this is terrible." "Well, it might be worse." "This piano needs tuning." "Appallingly, sir." "Appallingly." "I'm thirsty." "Can I have a glass of water?" "─ Certainly, sir." "Got an opener?" "─ Why certainly, sir." "That's fine." "Pearl!" "Oh, Mr Paul." "Well, I certainly am glad to see you." "I'm so glad to see you back again." "You don't look a day older." "Oh, well you don't look much older yourself." "Just as careless as ever." "Look at that coat." "Well .." "That's the old Pro." "Any old button will do." "Hey Pearl, how about ..?" "Well, I'll see what I can do." "─ That's the girl." "Great girl, that Pearl." "I used to know her when Mrs Gibson was in the Folies." "Indeed, sir?" "─ Uhuh." "That's quite nice." "Like it?" "Something I wrote myself." "Rather reminiscent of Wagner." "Wagner?" "─ Yes." "The prelude from Tristan and Isolde." "You know." "Oh yes." "But in mine .." "look .." "look." "See?" "Do you mind?" "─ Not at all, no." "Come on in." "But Mrs Gibson, I don't see what harm it can do just to see him." "Not today, Pearl." "─ Tomorrow?" "I want to be sure that he leaves before Mr Gibson gets back." "Well I don't know, Mrs Gibson." "You know Mr Paul." "Pearl." "I want him out of this house before Mr Gibson returns." "Do you understand?" "─ Yes, Mrs Gibson." "Are you going down the back way?" "Don't do anything to hurt his feelings." "Why hello Mr Gibson." "Well, fancy seeing you here." "How do you do, Mr Lockridge." "We were just playing a little Beethoven." "You know, the Moonlight Sonata." "Yes." "Has Mrs Gibson come back with my daughter yet?" "No, sir." "That will be all, sir?" "Yes." "That will be all." "Here .. here." "Well, Mr Gibson." "I .." "I guess it's quite a surprise seeing me again." "Eh?" "Yes, quite a surprise." "You've been abroad, haven't you?" "─ Yes." "Yes." "Since just before your wedding." "Yes, I remember." "Just a .. year ago." "Yes, Mrs Gibson and I were married on the 13th." "Yes." "A Friday, wasn't it?" "Is there anything I can do for you, Mr Lockridge?" "Oh no .." "I want to thank you, Mr Gibson." "No." "I just happened to be passing and I .." "I thought I'd .." "Drop in and say hello to Peggy." "She'll be very disappointed." "Oh yes, I know she will .. yeah .." "Will .. will you tell Peggy that I called?" "Certainly." "Good day, Mr Lockridge." "─ Oh yes .." "Good day, Mr Gibson." "I thought you said you had no liquor." "Oh, that?" "Well, you see that was for my sick grandfather." "For her grandfather." "Marjorie." "Hello, stepmother." "─ Hello, dear." "I'm so glad to see you." "Poor grandmother." "Oh dear." "That was something I was bringing Daddy." "Whoops .. sorry." "I can see we're going to have a lot of fun." "Every time I think of you as my mother, I have to laugh." "So do I." "I get a great kick out of your marrying father." "I'm crazy to go on the stage myself." "Well, it's a lot of fun." "If you don't have to do it." "But it's awful when you're broke." "Oh Lordy, it's good to be back in New York." "I'm sick of Paris." "Wasn't the school any fun?" "No, they won't let you do anything." "Do you mind if I smoke?" "Well now, daughter .." "Wasn't that man a crank?" "I waved my eyelashes like mad and it didn't do any good at all." "I should say the man is an idiot." "─ Hey, look." "A dog's paw." "My twins." "─ Your what?" "My gold dust twins." "They must be smothered." "Oh, baby." "Dad!" "Well, did you have a nice crossing?" "Oh, terrible." "No men on board at all." "─ Oh." "Oh, it is good to be back." "Quite a place you got here, Dad." "Oh, just something to keep the rain off." "I like her." "Say, I'm starved." "When's luncheon?" "Half past one." "─ Promptly." "Do you mind if I run upstairs and wash my neck?" "I've got most of La Belle France on it." "─ Run along, dear." "That must be quite a convent she goes to." "Yes, quite." "I like her." "I'm awfully glad." "I want you to keep an eye on her." "Both eyes." "Peggy, there is something that I wanted to tell you." "A young man called to see you this morning." "Oh yes?" "─ Yes." "Now Peggy, I haven't minded your seeing certain people that you used to know." "In your less fortunate days." "Oh .. yes, you've been very kind." "I trust you, Peggy." "But I'd rather that this young man did not come to the house." "[ Doorbell ]" "Hello, Peggy." "Gee, I'm glad to see you." "I just happened to see you arrive." "Good afternoon, Mr Gibson." "─ Hello, Paul." "Well Peggy, isn't this wonderful?" "Well, how are you?" "I'm very well, thank you." "─ Uhuh." "I just got in last Friday." "Or weren't you going to ask me?" "─ Oh, yes." "I came over third class." "Do you ever travel third class, Mr Gibson?" "No, I've never had that pleasure." "Really, it's the only way to travel." "I mean so many stuffy people travel first-class." "Bankers and .." "I mean, uh .. not bankers like yourself, Mr Gibson." "I see." "How is your music, Paul?" "─ Oh, it's grand." "You remember the trouble I had with the 2nd movement of my symphony?" "It was the first movement." "Yeah, the part where the trumpets came in." "Da da da .." "Oh yeah." "Well, I just fixed that one." "Da da da da de da." "But I meant the part that went:" "Da da da da da da da." "Da da da da da da da." "Da da da da da da da da de da." "I wonder if you'd mind .." "No." "Not at all." "I'll play the whole thing for you." "That's lousy." "What is it?" "It is not lousy." "You just don't know anything about music." "Oh, this is Mr Lockridge." "My stepdaughter." "Hello." "Your what?" "What a fresh guy." "Say, do you know: "Raring to go"?" "Come on, Peggy." "Step into it." "Oh, I haven't laughed so much since .." "─ Since what?" "Oh, nothing." "Paul, I am glad you're back." "Where's Dad?" "─ He went down to the office." "Does he know today is Sunday?" "He won't go to heaven." "Let's go somewhere." "What's doing in New York on Sundays?" "Well daughter, we might go to some nice museum." "I've seen a museum." "Pardon, Madam." "Mister Le Sainte is calling." "Ralph?" "Why, I want to talk to him." "─ Who's Ralph?" "Is he good-looking?" "Very." "─ Let me talk to him." "Let's all go down and see him." "No, wait a minute." "I'll talk to him first." "We'll all talk to him." "And remember the time we stole the bananas from that Italian?" "Oh, yes." "And the night the Cops chased Paul down 5th Avenue." "And that race round City Hall." "Yeah, it was broad daylight and I was dressed like an Indian." "Woo woo woo woo." "And I had a long red beard." "Gosh, that must have been fun." "Fun?" "We had us a million laughs a day, didn't we Peggy?" "I wonder if Bonelli's coat is still there?" "Remember that coat, Peggy?" "Oh, let's look." "─ Come on." "Oh, I'd love to live in a place like this." "I'd get a big kick out of it." "Want to be an artist, eh?" "You'll have lots of fun." "A million laughs." "Why did Peggy want to give it up and get married?" "You ask her." "Wouldn't you like to sculpt me sometime?" "Daddy will give you a big check." "I don't want any of your father's money." "You're a funny guy." "I like you, though." "─ Well, that's fine." "Do you like me?" "I don't know, yet." "Well, that's flattering." "I'm not much good at flattering." "You'll sculpt me." "How do you mean, I shouldn't have come back?" "You know what I mean." "Are you happy?" "Yes." "Happy with this .." "Gibson?" "─ Of course." "Alright, I'll go back." "Where?" "I don't know." "Paris." "Rome." "When?" "Well, if you're in such a hurry, I'll go right away." "Oh, don't say that." "I don't want you to go back." "No?" "Oh Paul, try to use your head." "I am." "I'm sailing on Saturday." "─ Next Saturday?" "Yeah .. why, do you want me to go Wednesday?" "Thursday?" "Don't, Paul." "─ I aim to please." "Well, you don't have to go back." "Well, there is particular reason for my staying here." "Is there?" "Well, did you come over here just to see me?" "Oh no." "Of course not." "I came over to see how the new subway is getting along." "There isn't any new subway." "─ Yes, I know." "That's why I'm going back." "Would you think we might have one good party before I go?" "Phone me tomorrow." "If I have a nickel." "Here." "And the number is Plaza 5699." "Now don't spend that for a soda." "─ I won't." "Have you any idea where we are?" "Not the slightest." "Let's go and take a look at the ocean." "Remember the time we sat in the sand?" "─ We're nowhere near the ocean." "Sure we are." "Can't you smell the salt?" "No." "That's not the ocean." "Well, it's around here somewhere." "Let's ask this fellow." "Can you tell me where the ocean is?" "What ocean?" "Let me see." "What is the name of that ocean?" "It's the Atlantic, I think." "─ Hmm." "Atlantic ocean?" "I think that's the name." "I'm not very good at remembering names." "It's sort-of wet on top." "─ And full of waves." "You know?" "Does that sound like any ocean you know?" "Hey." "Hey." "A charming couple." "Maybe we're in France." "Maybe they didn't understand us." "Let's try this one." "Hey, Arthur." "Pouvez-vous nous dire le moyen de la mer?" "Try German." "Helfen Sie uns bis zum Meer?" "Verräten Sie uns den Weg zum Atlantic?" "Yes." "Thank you." "It's a secret." "─ Hmm." "What an unpleasant country." "─ Oh, we'll find it." "It's that way." "─ Ah .." "Sixty-eight." "Sixty-eight." "It's doing very nicely, Mr Gibson." "─ Very." "Sixty-eight and a half." "Sixty-eight and a half." "Oh, here's a quotation on Amalgamated Copper." "A hundred and forty-seven and a half." "A hundred and forty-seven and half!" "[ Whistles ]" "It's going to rain." "No." "No, it's not." "I looked in the paper this morning." "We really ought to be getting somewhere, don't you think?" "If we don't, I'll never borrow another car." "Oh good heavens .. what's the matter?" "I don't know." "If this was only a piano, then .." "─ I've never been out in a piano." "Yeah?" "Maybe we're out of gas." "Oh, it's miles since we passed a filling station." "Careful, dear." "Don't burn yourself." "─ Yeah." "But it said in the paper that .." "─ What paper?" "The Times." "Well, it can't be raining then." "I wonder what it is." "Let's lift the hood." "─ Yep." "I'll help you." "─ Thanks." "There!" "Now that's fine." "─ Fine, huh?" "─ Yes." "Well, we'd better run to that last house." "Maybe we can get some gas, too." "That is rain." "Yeah, I guess you're right." "Who lives here?" "Probably somebody named "Smith"." "No, I don't think so." "Looks more like someone named "Jones"." "Well, if they aren't in, we can just leave cards." "Awfully careless of the Smiths to be out." "─ "Jones"." "A phone!" "A piano!" "That's just what we need now." "A good piano." "Have you got a crowbar?" "I had one." "Say, I hope it's in tune." "Well we can just come again and visit." "What a break." "Andy body home?" "Why hello, Mrs Smith." "You are home early." "─ Why hello Mr Smith." "Is everything alright?" "Well, the grocery called up." "And said they must have a check for last month's bill." "Oh." "We're short." "We can't pay them until the 30th." "I uh .." "I have a surprise for you." "You don't mean ..?" "I've made a strawberry pie for dinner." "Oh." "Oh, that's very sweet, dear." "Now, you come in and let me get your slippers and your pipe." "Thank you, dear." "My, my." "It was a hard day down at the office." "Oh, I'm sure it was." "─ Anyone telephone?" "Well, the Turners called and wanted to know if we can go up and play bridge." "This evening." "─ The Turners?" "I'm too tired." "I don't feel quite up to it myself." "Hey, hey." "There's your phone if you want to use it." "[ Thunder ]" "Hello?" "Hello operator." "I say operator, where am I?" "He's going to give me information." "Look, I'm in some house down on Long Island and I want to get home." "Can you tell me where I am?" "Oh, the number is .." "Cedar Hurst 0479." "Who?" "Higginbottom?" "Operator." "Operator, get me the taxi-cab company." "Will send a taxi right away to the residence of Mr Higginbottom?" "Have you looked at the spark-plugs?" "─ Yeah." "They need cleaning." "Achoo!" "We'd better get out of these clothes before we catch cold." "Oh, we won't do that." "Oh yes we .." "Achoo!" "Achoo!" "Achoo!" "Goodnight." "Huh?" "Thank you." "Could we have a photograph, please?" "Surely." "I beg your pardon." "What is your name?" "Ralph Le Sainte .. the third." "You certainly are a lucky girl, Miss Gibson." "Oh, but we're not engaged yet." "─ Haven't you heard about your father?" "No." "Has something happened?" "─ Well, you might call it that." "He's just cleaned up a cool four million." "Oh, that's fine." "Hat, sir." "More tea, Mr Higginbottom?" "Ayee .. ayee .." "I wonder what can be keeping that taxi." "I hope it never comes." "Are you really sailing tomorrow?" "Sure." "Don't sail." "Why not?" "Don't sail." "You're a funny one to say that." "Did you ever hear the story about the cake?" "No." "Well, it seems that you can't have your cake and eat it too." "That's not a very interesting story." "─ No." "Well, you tell me one." "Well, it seems there was a chorus-girl who married a millionaire." "That's not very interesting, either." "What did they do?" "Live happily ever after?" "I don't know." "Want me to tell you that story?" "No." "Well, it seems that this chorus-girl secretly loved a brilliant musician." "Who made the mistake of going away at the wrong time." "And found it out too late?" "Too late?" "Come on." "Stick them up." "─ What's the matter?" "What are you doing in this house?" "─ Having tea." "Would you .." "like some tea?" "No, I don't want some tea." "We're friends with Mr Higginbottom." "─ Oh yes?" "What's he look like?" "Well, he's rather a short gentleman." "Though not too short." "─ No, a rather tall, short gentleman." "Oh, he's a tall, short gentleman?" "Yes, with some curly, black hair." "That is, it looks black in certain lights." "And a rather large nose." "Ah, good old Higgy." "─ Come on, Harry." "Flip the cuffs on them." "I take a size eight, Officer." "You know, this is the third time this house has been broken into this year." "Well, that's why there wasn't any whiskey." "Have you an umbrella?" "Not too bad for a day's work, Winslow." "About eight million, four hundred and fifty thousand dollars." "That's .. not bad." "Not bad at all, sir." "Eight million, four hundred and fifty thousand dollars." "Where is Mrs Gibson?" "I'll ring for her, sir." "─ No, no." "I'll get her." "You order a bottle of wine." "─ Yes, sir." "Peggy." "Marjorie." "Oh, Benham." "Mr Gibson has just made eight million four hundred and fifty thousand dollars." "Yes, sir .. that's very nice, sir." "Is that all, sir?" "Is that all?" "Yes .. yes, that's all." "Ah well, we'll have some champagne anyway, Winslow." "Yes, sir." "I'll open it." "No, no." "That's alright." "Let me open it." "Here .." "I want you to have a cigar first." "Thank you, sir." "Eight million, four hundred and fifty thousand dollars." "Not a bad day's work, eh Winslow?" "No sir." "Not at all bad, sir." "Eight million four hundred and fifty thousand dollars." "Is that the latest model typewriter, Winslow?" "Oh, no sir." "No sir." "There is a later one." "It is noiseless and lighter to carry." "Ah, is it?" "Well, I want you to have one of those, Winslow." "Thank you, sir." "Well, happy days." "Happy days, Mr Gibson." "[ Telephone ]" "Hello." "Yes." "Who?" "What?" "I think you have the wrong number." "It's the Police station, sir." "Oh .. well, tell them we don't need a Policeman today." "Hello?" "I think you have the wrong number." "Yes." "What?" "Oh .." "Mrs Gibson." "─ What's that?" "It's Mrs Gibson, sir." "Hello." "Yes." "Yes." "Yes." "Well, let me speak to the Sergeant." "Hello." "This is Mr C. Mortimer Gibson talking." "I'm certainly sorry this thing happened Mrs Gibson." "Not at all." "It really wasn't your fault." "Well, I'm so glad you think so." "Well, better luck next time." "─ Thanks." "Goodnight, Mrs Gibson." "[ Loud Police sirens ]" "You can't go on with this." "With what?" "With that." "With everything that it stands for." "That noise, that money, that power." "Peggy, I want to talk to you." "I want to talk commonly and sensibly." "I want to say things you don't know." "I want to tell you that you're dying." "─ Dying?" "Dying." "I've watched you ever since I've been back." "I've watched you trying to pretend you're having a good time." "I'm not pretending." "─ Oh yes you are." "You're not having a good time." "You're having a ghastly time." "Your whole life is a fraud." "You are living a dead life." "A false life, a horrible life." "Nothing that you do is really you." "You can't live like this." "God didn't mean you to live like this." "You're dying." "You're dying for want of nourishment, of laughter." "Laughter?" "─ Yes, laughter." "You were born for laughter." "There's nothing in this life of yours now, that is as important as that." "Laughter can take this whole life of yours." "That house, those people, those jewels, and blow them to pieces." "You're rich." "Yes, you're dirty rich." "Nothing but laughter can make you free." "Oh Paul, why did you come back?" "Because I love you, Peggy." "Listen, dear." "I'm not going to argue anymore." "I've said everything I'm going to say." "I'm sailing on The Rotterdam." "If you don't come with me, I'll never be back." "If you do .." "Marjorie .. you've been drinking." "I'm alright." "Hello, Paul." "─ Hello, Marjorie." "Anything I can do?" "Yes." "You might kill your friend Ralph for me." "Ralph's alright." "Goodnight, Paul." "─ Goodnight." "I'm alright, Peggy." "─ Yes, but better lie down a little." "I don't want to lie down." "Why?" "Well, let's just sit down here anyway." "But I don't want to sit down." "─ Alright." "It wasn't Ralph's fault." "What wasn't Ralph's fault?" "My getting stewed." "─ Oh." "Who says I'm stewed?" "Why no-one, dear." "You don't like Ralph, do you?" "Well, I don't like Paul." "Ralph is twice the man that Paul is." "I won't have you two criticizing him." "Don't get .. excited." "I'm not excited." "No." "Of course you're not." "Good morning, dear." "─ Good morning." "You sent for me?" "Is anything wrong?" "─ Sit down." "How silly." "It's not silly." "It's serious." "Well, I'll see to it that Marjorie never marries Ralph." "I promise you that." "As for that other excursion with Paul." "I told you before." "I'm terribly, terribly, sorry." "Being sorry isn't enough." "─ But I told you the truth about it." "It was just one last little party before he sailed." "Did he sail?" "No .. but he's going to." "When?" "Tonight." "I'm not worried about that." "I'd rather you didn't see him again, but that's your own business." "I won't see him again." "I just want to remind you that you have certain obligations." "If anything happened to Marjorie through your carelessness." "I'd never forgive you." "But don't you understand?" "It's .." "Oh, what's the use." "It must not happen again." "It won't." "Well, that's all." "Now let's forget it." "Tell me." "Is there anything I can do to help about the arrangements for the party tonight?" "No .. thank you." "It ought to be a wonderful party." "─ Yes." "Is that all?" "─ That's all, dear." "Goodbye, dear." "─ Goodbye." "Oh .." "I think Mr Paul will probably telephone to say goodbye." "Be sure to get hold of me if he does." "From the party." "Yes, Mrs Gibson." "Mrs Gibson." "You're wanted on the telephone." "Oh, telephone." "─ Yes, telephone." "Hello .. hello!" "Darling." "Is that you, dear?" "I'll take it downstairs." "I'll take it upstairs." "Do you care to try the consommé, Madam?" "─ Oh, yes." "Good." "Hmm." "Terrific." "What do you think, Benham?" "Not bad." "Start serving supper about 8 o'clock." "Be sure that Mr Gibson gets back." "Ah, here she is." "Come right in, Mr Miller." "Hello, dear." "I wanted you to meet an old friend of mine." "Miller, this is Mrs Gibson." "How do you do." "─ How do you do, Mr Miller?" "And I wanted you to meet my daughter too." "Where is Marjorie?" "Waiting for dances?" "─ No." "He's just come from there." "Oh, I bet I know where she is." "Well, let's go back, Mr Miller." "You've done marvelously with the rooms, dear." "The decorations are beautiful." "After you, sir." "Peggy." "Paul." "How did you get here?" "Pearl let me in." "─ Did she?" "Oh, I'm so glad." "Why?" "I didn't want you to go away without saying goodbye." "So your mind is still made up?" "─ Yes, Paul." "Alright, darling." "It's been fun, hasn't it?" "I've never had do much fun in my life." "Goodbye Mrs Smith." "Goodbye, Mr Smith." "Don't forget to pay the grocery bill." "I won't, dear." "Give Oliver his medicine every Tuesday." "I will, dear." "Don't you forget to write." "Goodbye." "Goodbye." "Peggy, did you find Marjorie?" "Marjorie?" "Oh, no." "I'll look for her upstairs." "Marjorie." "Can you imagine Dad when he gets the news?" "Very easily." "─ And Peggy?" "Anything in here you want packed?" "Oh .. what's this?" "Well look out." "It's loaded." "Want to pack it?" "─ No." "Whoa, wait a minute." "Oh, you're so grand." "Here." "You do love me, don't you?" "More than anyone else in the world?" "You've never loved anyone the way you love me?" "Why, of course not." "Traveling, eh?" "─ Yes." "Isn't that nice." "Paris, I suppose." "─ What if it is?" "Has Ralph bought the tickets already?" "No .." "I bought them." "─ Oh, really." "How convenient." "If you think Ralph is marrying me for my money .." "Well, I didn't say that." "It's very interesting to hear you talk about someone marrying for money." "Oh." "Then he is marrying you for your money." "You keep out of this." "─ I simply asked a question." "There isn't any reason Ralph should marry you for your money." "He's a great artist." "It will give you a certain amount of prestige." "Well, artists need prestige." "Luxuries." "I said, you keep out it." "─ But Marjorie, my dear." "I'm simply trying to help you with Ralph." "You know, I know Ralph a great deal better than you do." "Don't I, Ralph?" "I know that Ralph hates money and luxury." "That's why I'm a little surprised." "You see, Ralph lives only for his art." "He almost committed suicide once, because of his art." "Didn't you, Ralph?" "Marjorie told me you did." "Tell her the truth, Ralph." "Tell her you love me, and you're marrying me because you love me." "That I'm the only girl you've ever loved." "And then .. tell her to go." "Tell me the truth, Ralph." "Tell me the truth." "Tell me that you love Marjorie more than anybody else in the world." "Do you?" "Do you?" "How can you ask me that?" "Now." "Are you satisfied?" "Yes." "Oh, I could kill you." "You wouldn't kill me, Ralph." "You haven't the nerve." "[ Gunshot!" "]" "Ralph!" "What's your name?" "Mrs Gibson." "Mrs C. Mortimer Gibson." "Where do you live?" "363 Fifth Avenue." "Hello." "Hello." "Get me Circle 1633." "Hey!" "You!" "Who's that?" "Can't you see I'm calling?" "Help!" "Burglary!" "Burglary!" "Help!" "Help!" "Hello, Max?" "This is Joe." "Hey, I've got a great story." "Mr Gibson." "Some reporters are wishing to see you." "Oh good." "I'll see them in my den." "Excuse me." "Ah, good evening, gentlemen." "Glad to see you." "Come right in." "I didn't imagine that my little party would be of interest to reporters." "I take it you'll want some photographs of my guests." "Here, boys." "I want you to have a cigar." "─ Oh, thanks." "That's it." "Help yourselves." "Do you mind posing for a picture for us, Mr Gibson?" "No, certainly not." "─ That's fine." "Do you mind holding this glass?" "─ Surely." "Well, just a little higher please." "Fine." "Alright." "Hold it." "─ Well, wait a minute now, I .." "I think perhaps .." "This would be more appropriate." "Yeah." "Absolutely." "Hold it .. now smile." "Now, have you any photographs of Mrs Gibson you could let us have?" "Well, that's very simple." "We'll just call her." "I'm afraid that will be a little difficult." "To tell you the truth, Mrs Gibson is in a little trouble." "Trouble?" "It couldn't be more than ten seconds after the shout that I entered the room." "You're sure of that?" "─ Yes, sir." "Alright, thank you." "That's all." "Mrs Gibson, this is obviously a case of suicide." "You are free to go until we need you." "Thank you." "─ Thanks, Mrs Gibson." "Let me see you to your car, ma'am." "How long have you known Mr Le Sainte?" "Where did you meet him first?" "How would you like to take a shot of me sometime?" "Extra!" "Extra!" "Paper." "Read all about it." "Extra!" "Extra!" "Goodbye, thank you." "Goodnight." "─ Thank you." "Goodnight, Mr Gibson." "─ Goodnight." "Goodnight, Mr Gibson." "─ Goodnight." "Madam." "Mr Gibson is waiting for you in the library." "I'm leaving you, Mortimer." "That may not be necessary." "─ Yes it is." "It's the most necessary thing I've ever had to do." "Your going will not be necessary." "You are very generous, Mortimer." "But I'm going." "Peggy, listen to me." "I know you better than you know yourself." "For one thing, this is your life." "You can't leave." "For you need comforts and luxury." "You need money." "I need something more than that, Mortimer." "I found that out tonight." "I need love." "─ Love?" "Ha .. as though love were the most important thing." "As though love were a matter of life or death." "That's just it." "That's what I found out tonight." "Love can be a matter of life and death." "I saw a man kill himself tonight." "Because of love." "I saw him become himself again." "I want to be myself again." "I want to leave this place, to leave everything I thought I couldn't leave." "I want to go." "But you can't." "─ But I must, Mortimer." "Goodbye." "[ French language ]" "Well, Mrs Lockridge." "Where will eat?" "I don't know, Mr Lockridge." "Let's .." "let's get home early." "─ Alright, dear." "Do you love me?" "You know, I got a great idea for finale today." "Instead of bringing the trombones into the front .." "We're going to hold them until later and build it up with strings." "So it goes .." "Da da de da de da da." "Then I think I'll .." "I'll repeat the original." "Just the once, maybe with the strings." "I don't know." "Perhaps it would be better if I backed them up with the drums." "I didn't say anything." "T-G"