All language subtitles for The.Girl.in.the.Red.Velvet.Swing.1955.(Crime).1080p.x264-Classics

Well, Ludwig, here's
a chance to show your

mettle. Mrs. White's
farewell dinner.

Madame is going to Europe?

In 10 days, I'll be dining in
your hometown on the Rhine, Ludwig.

I shall make out a list of
the best restaurants, madame.

Thank you. But before
you do, may I ask a favor?

Of course, madame.

You have another guest
in the checkroom.

Tiger?

I think I have something very
special for him in the kitchen.

Thank you.

On your way out, will
you take care of that too?

Of course, sir.

Thank you.

A special request from
Mr. Stanford White.

"My Heart Still Clings
to the Old First Love."

No candy for Tiger, Mimi.
You'll spoil his appetite.

All right.

Good evening, Mr. Thaw. Mr.
McCaleb. Mr. Donnelly.

- I ordered a table.
- Yes, Mr. Thaw.

May I suggest that you
step into the bar.

It won't be long. Twenty
minutes at the outside.

Twenty minutes? Now.

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Thaw. The
table was ordered for 7:30. It is now 9:15.

Don't tell me what time it is.

Mr. Thaw, you must
understand. I had to give the table away.

- To whom?
- Mr. White.

Mr. White? Which Mr. White? They're
are many Mr. Whites in New York.

Mr. Stanford White.

But over there, there will
be a table free in about-

Harry.

♪♪ I go to the races, Mr.
Stanford White has the best box...

at the horse show, the best seats.

What is he, the sultan of New York?

- Ah, Harry, you don't want
to- - Oh, stop trying to quiet me.

- Go on playing.
- Will you excuse me a moment?

Now listen, Herr
Ober, from now on...

see that that table
is reserved every night

for Mr. Harry K. Thaw
of Pittsburgh...

from 7:30 until midnight.

- Hello, Thaw.
- Good evening.

Oh, you've broken your
glasses, Ludwig.

Something displeases you,
Thaw? What is this all about anyway?

It's just that they gave
you his table, Mr. White.

Yes, they did. Does that
circumstance justify tantrums in Pittsburgh?

What I do happens to be my business.

Of course it is. So long
as it remains your business.

Come on, Harry. We'll
go over to Delmonico's.

What makes you so sure we'll
find a table there?

They may all be
reserved for Mr. Stanford White.

He may be moving over
there to have his coffee.

- I'm terribly sorry, Mr. White.
- It's all right, Ludwig.

I'm afraid I'm not very
popular with Mr. Thaw.

I suspect that he suspects I'm the
one who blackballed him at the club.

- Did you?
- We're a club, not a reformatory.

- Mrs. White.
- Thank you.

- Mr. White.
- Thank you.

Well, Elizabeth, here's to your
trip, your sojourn and your return.

You'll come back blooming.

Remember how bored we used
to be with Baden-Baden?

- Yes.
- Everybody was elderly and arthritic.

Now I'm joining the ranks.

Poor Stanny.

What's this poor
talk? We're the same age.

No. You're a man of
48. I'm a woman of 48.

That makes you 20 years younger.

How you throw figures
around. You just let

me handle the
mathematics in this family.

I love you very much.

And I, alas, am in love with you.

Yes, you've put up
with a lot, Bessie.

Well, at least I recognized
you for what you are.

Well, I've conformed pretty much.

I know you have, my darling.

Oh, now don't start
waving at people.

This is just you and me tonight.

- It's Bobby Collier.
- Oh.

Good evening,
Elizabeth. Hello, Stanny.

Good evening.

Hello, Bobby.

Now this won't be on the
stands until next Tuesday.

But you may as well know
tonight what a famous husband you have.

Read it. Page 14.

"Stanford White: He changed
the face of American cities."

Two full pages.

Washington Arch, Madison Square
Garden, Pennsylvania Station.

Now look here, Collier, if you've left
out the Boston Public Library, I'll sue.

- It's the best thing I ever did.
- It's in there.

Ah, there it is, the beauty bright.

I think I'll tear this
out and send it to our boy.

- Won't you sit with us, Bobby?
- Oh, I wish I could.

But, uh, I'm with the
chairman of the board.

Oh.

What a divinely pretty girl.

Where does Gibson find his models?

♪ Tell me,
pretty maiden ♪

♪ Are there any
more at home like you ♪

♪ For I must love
someone really♪

♪ And it might as
well be you ♪♪

We'll miss you, Florence.

Florence, let us see your ring.

I trimmed 10 minutes
off the matinee so you

wouldn't miss your
train, Mr. Van Ness.

I'm most indebted to you.

Well, I got
tonight's show to think about.

You know, I'm getting kind
of used to this routine.

Your bride's the fourth member of the
sextet we've lost to Wall Street.

Evvie, you go phone the Sarony
Studio and tell them you can't pose today.

Your mother's busy.

Oh, Mama, why do we have
to cancel the sitting?

I could get it done while
you fix the costumes.

You heard me, Evvie.

All right.

They pay her $5.00 for a sitting.

But believe me, I sit,
too, right next to that camera.

Here's the costume, Mrs. Nesbit.

Rector 8354, please.

Take your hats off, girls.

Hey, there's a pay phone in the
drugstore down on the corner.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, that's all right. Just,
uh, go right ahead.

Thanks.

Hello, Mr. Sarony? This
is Evelyn speaking.

We can't possibly make it today.

Oh, tomorrow will be fine.

How do you want me to do my hair?

As a goosegirl? Then I'd
better come with braids.

Yes, Mr. Sarony, we'll
be there at 9:00 tomorrow.

- All right, that'll do, girls.
- Bye.

- I'll call the agency tomorrow.
- Well, all right.

- Well, thanks again.
- Uh, just a minute.

- Who are you?
- Mrs. Nesbit's daughter.

Who's Mrs. Nesbit?

She's fitting the costumes for the
lady who's taking the place of the lady...

who's getting married.

Mmm. I've seen you somewhere.

Ah.

You ever been in the theater?

- We go to plays twice a year.
- No, no, no.

I meant have you ever been
on the stage? On the stage.

No.

- Well, you ever do any singing?
- Oh, yes.

Where?

In the choir at
our church at Tarentum.

That's on the Allegheny River.

I don't suppose they
taught you any dance steps?

Oh, yes. The week before
Christmas, we always had a cantata.

All right, honey, now
you take your hat off.

That's the way it is, and
that is the way it stays.

Mr. White, those four
urns have to be added.

The decision is not mine. I
merely represent the Gould family.

Oh, the Gould
family. The Gould family.

They shell out the money
to build it, but

I'm the one who's actually
building it.

Those gimcracks just spoil the
purity of the line. Hey, there!

Don't unload them! They're
going right back where they came from!

But, Mr. White, they cost $60,000.

And the greatest authority on Italian art
suggested how they should be placed.

They're going back to the Goulds!

Let them set them up
on their tennis court.

I'm sorry you had the trip!

Opposite the gate, stop in at
Murphy's, have a beer, say it's on me!

Thank you, Mr. White.

There goes a fortune, shipped
all the way from Italy.

Oh, don't worry, Mr. Finley.

After all, life's too short, and it's only money
- uh, the Gould's money.

- Hello, Gwen.
- Stanny, how lovely to see you.

We just drove out for a
little sunshine and saw this.

- What is it anyway?
- That, my dear, is the Hall of Fame.

And you didn't
drive out here just for

some sunshine. You
want something from me.

Well, whatever made you say that?

Everybody wants something from me.

All right. Look, Stanny, you've
got to do me a favor.

You, uh-You're building
the new office

buildings for
Collier's magazine, aren't you?

And you want to meet Bobby Collier.

Well, how'd you guess?

I've seen him in the theater, and,
uh, my, he's handsome... for a rich man.

All right, luncheon, Friday,
1:00. The usual place.

Stanny, you're just a dream.

Mmm!

Oh.

That smudge will never do. Sorry.

Of course, Mr. Collier mustn't
suspect that I asked for this.

I'll just drop in Friday with
a girlfriend of mine, huh?

Shall I bring Elsie or Irene?

Her.

♪ Men, men, men♪

♪ We adore all the men ♪

♪ How we love
all the men ♪

♪ All the gay run
away to wait for the men ♪

♪ We are cads through
and through ♪

♪ And there's
nothing we won't do ♪

♪ For a secret
rendezvous now and then ♪

♪ It's so nice to
have a man about ♪

♪ We could never
do without ♪

♪ Men ♪

♪ Men ♪

♪ Men ♪

♪ Men ♪♪

One second, please.

Pink is for girls and
blue is for boys.

Please, Mr. Thaw. We're
just between the

acts. Is there
anything I can do for you?

Just give me time to
hand out my presents.

But, Mr. Thaw, we don't-

- Now this is for you.
- Oh, I didn't realize it was Christmas.

Tomorrow happens to be my birthday.

- Well, congratulations.
- Congratulations.

- Thank you very much.
- Sue.

Thank you, Harry.

- George.
- Thank you, Mr. Thaw.

- Gwen.
- Harry. Thank you.

- I haven't seen you before.
- I've only been here a week.

- Then you should have two.
- Oh.

Two. Wow.

- Bill.
- Thanks, Mr. Thaw.

Everybody, grab for yourselves.

And, please, I, uh, want the
ladies and gentlemen of the cast...

to do me the honor of being my
guests at luncheon tomorrow at Sherry's.

Oh, how nice.

I've ordered Maine
lobster, Belgium truffle, salad.

Uh, the dressing I'll mix myself.

Ooh.

Oh.

- What did you- - What
did you get? I don't know.

Isn't it funny,
Mama? And he gave me two.

You don't need to tell me who
he is. He's from Pittsburgh.

My husband was a lawyer there,
you know- 29 Diamond Street-

and he knew the Thaw family.

Well, he wasn't exactly their attorney,
but once he lost a lawsuit against them.

Evelyn, you and I are out
of that birthday party of his.

I'm taking you to meet
some friends of mine tomorrow.

Meet who?

She doesn't go racketing
around, you know, without my permission.

Mrs. Nesbit, when she goes out
with me, she's not racketing around.

She's breaking right
into the upper crust.

Do you ever hear of
Mr. Stanford White?

- Well- - Oh, please,
Mama. Please let me go.

Well, as long as
you're there to chaperone her.

She's there to chaperone me.

Cut the cackle, everybody. Six
minutes to curtain time. Come on. Let's get-

Here you are, driver.

A toy shop is a funny place
to have a luncheon.

Just you wait, honey.

Why'd you tell Mommy your
friends are so swell?

Well, looks who's talking
- usually eats lunch out of a paper bag.

Come on.

How do you do, Miss Arden? I read
in the paper you're a star now.

Yes. I've got Lillian
Russell worried.

Hello, Gwen. What lucky
chance made you ring my doorbell?

Don't you remember, Mr. White?

You said whenever I was in the neighborhood
I must come to luncheon.

- Did I say
that? - Mm-hmm.

- Well, now, let's see. Maybe
there are some leftovers.

Well, Bobby, there goes
our business conference.

A plague of locusts has
descended upon us.

Miss Arden, and, Miss, uh
- Miss Springtime

in person, this is Mr. Collier.

- I am Stanford White. - Her
name is Evelyn. Evelyn Nes-

Never mind. No name
could be lovely enough.

But, Stanny, I've seen her.

Of course. This is
the girl whose picture

I showed you. The Gibson drawing.

- You've never shown me her
picture. - Yes, I did. I-

Oh, no. That's right. I showed it to
your wife the night before she sailed.

Don't tell me this
is the Mr. Collier?

You know, I have a
bone to pick with you.

You have?

Whenever you sit in that second row
seat in our show, I forget all my lyrics.

I sit there very often.

Come nightfall, my feet
turn of their own accord...

in the direction of
the Casino Theater.

- That's a lovely dress you have.
- Oh. Well, it's really Gwen's.

- Oh.
- But the purse is mine.

Really? From an admirer?

In a way.

Ah, you sirens of Broadway.

How do you like your caviar, with a soupçon
of lemon or a whisper of onion?

Caviar?

- There's the caviar.
- Oh.

You've never had any?

- Don't tell Gwen.
- Oh, cross my heart.

I'll fix you some the way I like it.

Just a little caviar
and a touch of onion.

Then, you see, you just
put that in your mouth.

Thank you.

Tastes better with champagne.

One glass, Miss
Springtime. Just one.

♪ But they never
can forgive ♪

Nice party, Sport. Nice party.

- What are you gonna have?
- Everything.

Good. Let's-Wait a minute.

That's all, Harry. They're
calling for their host.

There are two more.

That's for you and me. Everybody
has been served.

No, no. No, there are a
couple that aren't here yet.

- Oh, that Arden flibbertigibbet.
- And one other girl. The new one.

Forget about it. Come on. Let's eat.

How about some of this
ham here? It looks great.

Yes. And champagne.

- Mr. Stage Manager.
- Yeah? Yes, Mr. Thaw?

Your cast isn't
complete. Two of your artists

don't seem to care
for my hospitality.

- Oh, uh- - "I've got
other fish to fry," says Gwen.

"I've got tonier friends
than that," says Gwen.

Oh, nonsense. They
probably had a fitting

or something. They'll
be right along.

Tonier friends? For instance?

Stanford White, for instance.

Uh, say, Harry, the
chef just asked for

permission to
photograph your birthday cake...

- before they bring it in.
- They're with Stanford White.

Well, he has to eat too, doesn't he?

Uh, not as good food as Harry
K. Thaw provides, of course.

Ladies and gentlemen, and
bumblestiffs from the Tenderloin...

it's my privilege to
lift my glass to our host.

If this country were
a monarchy, he'd be the

prince of Pittsburgh
or the duke of Allegheny.

He told me so himself. Professor!

♪♪ ♪ For
he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a
jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a
jolly good fellow ♪

♪ Which nobody can deny♪

♪ Which nobody can deny♪

♪ Which nobody can deny♪

- ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪
- What's the matter, Sport?

- ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪
- I wasn't gonna break 'em.

- ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪
- Why should I break a couple of plates?

♪ Which nobody can deny♪

♪ Which nobody
can deny♪♪

- Who goes out next?
- It's Evelyn's turn.

- Oh, but I'm no good at guessing games.
- Oh, come on now. Out you go.

And don't you dare to listen.

Up there so you can't hear us.

Higher.

Oh, higher.

I've got just the
right one for her to guess.

Who?

- Sarah Bernhardt.
- Oh, that's too easy.

No, she'd even get
that in four questions.

Uh, I've got it: Buffalo Bill.

Oh, do we have to take
old people with beards?

Why not talk about something
young and lyric and virginal?

- Like who, for
instance? - Well, like, uh-

like Diana, the one on top
of my Madison Square Garden.

- Oh, that's too tough for her.
- Well, let's try it anyway.

All right. Evelyn, come on now.

And keep it clean. No
suggestive answers.

Evelyn?

Young lady, we are ready for you.

- What are you doing up there?
- Keeping out of earshot.

- May I take a look?
- Curiosity killed the cat, young lady.

But go in.

I built it for a client of mine.

He hated the city, and
he hated fresh air.

So I built him a forest glade.

And there's his moon.

Among the trees he hung a swing
- a garlanded swing...

from a painting by Watteau.

He gave his parties here, picnics.

People sitting on the
grass. A Midsummer Night's Dream.

By the time I sent him my
last bill, he was bankrupt.

So I find myself stuck
with a forest.

Now look here. Why do you do that?

You can doubt me and laugh
at me and not try to hide it.

- Oh, it's not because of that.
- Then why do you do it?

It's my tooth. I fell when
I was skating and chipped it.

You must be careful not to trip up.

You're much too pretty. And not only while
skating, if you know what I mean.

I know what you mean.

I guess I've kicked and
scratched and bitten more boys...

that tried to get fresh
than anyone in Tarentum.

Well, I'm glad you warned me. I was thinking
of being a little fresh myself.

- Now you're making fun of me.
- Oh, no. Not in the least.

However, since you've resolved
to be a spinster, I-

If you kissed me, I'd
like it very much.

I didn't mean it to
be that sort of a kiss.

I didn't either.

Evelyn? Stanny?

Coming.

Well-

- Hey, what happened to our party?
- Come on down.

- Be right with you.
- All right.

- It's "Diana."
- What?

That's your question, but don't guess
it too quickly or they'll know I squealed.

- Diana.
- Do you know who she was?

- The goddess of the hunt.
- Then you'd have guessed it anyway.

Probably. She's on the
top of Madison Square Garden.

I know. I put her there.

You did? No wonder Gwen
says you're important.

- Sweet child, isn't she?
- Very.

Gwen. Let's use our heads.

If ever I ask you to bring
her here again, don't.

Why, Stanny-

And tomorrow, take her to a
dentist and get that chipped tooth fixed.

Take her to Hollingshead-he's the
best in town-and send the bill to me.

Put that mirror down and go to
sleep. You got two shows tomorrow.

And don't bother to say good
night. I'm not speaking to you.

Did you want me to run around with a
chipped tooth for the rest of my life?

You told me never to accept
jewels or dresses from a gentleman.

You never said anything about teeth.

I never heard of a man makin' eyes at
a girl and then sending her to a dentist.

Well, he didn't make eyes at me.

I wish he had.

Do you know, Mama, he's the
first great man I ever met.

Well, you met him three
times. That's enough.

No, I only met him once.

Three times:

the first time, the last
time and the never again time.

He's a married man.

Let me tell you this.
If he weren't married-

He'd be too old for you.

Now rub that willful look off
your face and get some sleep.

It is an improvement
though, isn't it?

- What?
- My tooth.

Don't you think I look
prettier? Really pretty?

Pretty, pretty, pretty. That's
all you ever think about.

It's all the fellas ever talk to
you about, isn't it? How pretty you are.

Well, there's nothin' wrong with being
pretty. It's a gift, all right.

Let me tell you somethin'.

I've seen more tears run down the pretty
faces than down the plain ones.

What can I do for you?

Oh, uh, how much is
that pinwheel, please?

- Five cents.
- Would you wrap it up, please?

Sure.

- Thank you. And come again.
- Thank you.

- Yeah?
- Oh, uh, may I see Mr. White, please?

- There's nobody here.
- Oh.

I thought Mr. White always
had luncheon here?

Luncheon? I come in at 11:00 and the last
ones is just leaving for breakfast.

Well, maybe I can write a note. I
came to thank Mr. White for something.

Oh, well, come on up. We'll
see what we can do.

We ought to be able to locate
a pencil somewheres.

- Here, miss.
- Oh, thanks.

- All right, Mrs. Comsky, you can go.
- Oh, all right.

Who asked you to come here? I
dislike unannounced visitors.

- I'm terribly sorry, Mr. White.
- You should be. I'm a busy man.

Oh, kittens, forgive me.

I'm not at my bonny
best this morning.

Let me look at you.

Now I feel better.

All right, what is it?

Just thank you.

Oh.

Well, I, uh, hoped maybe
you'd come to the theater.

I haven't had time.

Oh. Well, you used to come
quite often, they say.

Don't look at me like that.

And don't stand there with
that light in your hair.

And will you please go
away and don't come back.

And don't thank me for
anything. And don't telephone.

- You really wanted to see me?
- Yes, Mr. White.

Don't call me Mr. White.

Yes, call me "Mr. White, sir."

And now, good-bye, Miss Nesbit.

I remain yours most sincerely.

You know the truth, of course?

- About what, Mr. White?
- About you and me.

I only know about me.

Somebody's got to
have some sense about this.

And considering the age
difference, it seems I am elected.

You do understand, don't you?

Yes, Mr. White. I
won't come back again.

Good-bye.

Evelyn?

Yes, Mr. Gibson?

I said a dreamy look, not
the depth of despair.

I'm sorry, Mr. Gibson.

That's better. Now you look as
though you just lost your best friend.

That bounder from Pittsburgh.
Who's he trying to impress now?

Well, this is like Fourth
of July at Coney Island.

Thanks, Evelyn. We'll finish
it tomorrow at my studio.

Miss Nesbit.

We seem not to meet.

- I'm Harry K. Thaw.
- Oh, hello, Mr. Thaw.

Evvie, you going for
a dip before you change?

- No, Mama.
- Do you like my pacers?

I bought them at an
auction in Surrey.

The duke of
Westminster bid against me.

Did he?

He's the richest man in England.

I always get what I want.

That part of it works all right.

It's fine. It's still the
other thing that's got me. I-

- Good evening, Mr. White.
- Henry.

Here's Mr. White. He'll know what
to do better than anybody.

Listen, Stanny. Uh, we're in
some trouble about the pie.

About the pie?

Yes. After we get the
girl in the pie...

- just how do we get the crust over her?
- It's very simple.

You merely have the mechanic hide
under the table with the girl...

then give him ample
time to put the crust

over her before you pull the lever.

- Bob. Stanny. We're in trouble.
- Oh?

- We couldn't get
blackbirds, so we have to use canaries.

Well, I wouldn't
worry if I were you.

If the girl is pretty
enough, I don't think they'll notice.

Well, I don't know.

Come on. Let's take
a look at the girl.

Oh, yes.

Good evening, Mr. White. I, uh, trust
you have no objection to my being here?

The invitation read:
one member, one guest.

- I'm Mr. Gould's guest.
- Delighted to see you, Thaw.

Well, here she is, the prettiest
featherweight in New York.

You remember the kid, don't you?

- Yes. Yes, of course. Hello, Evelyn.
- Hello, Mr. White.

She has four costumes to
choose from and a hairdresser.

- Aren't you in Florodora anymore?
- I got the night off.

- Why? Better pay?
- Much better.

Oh, she drives a hard
bargain, this one.

We offered her $50.
She settled for $75.

- Telephone, Mr. Collier.
- Excuse me.

Did your mother tell
you to take this job?

My mother's in Pittsburgh.

You must have been awfully
hungry for $75.

I can use it.

- You should have called me.
- You told me not to call you.

- Then you should have written.
- You told me not to write you.

Who taught you to
light men's cigars?

My father, when I was that high.

And sometimes he'd let me take
a puff, and I never choked once.

Oh,Johnson.

- Yes, Mr.
White? - Call, uh-

Call Plaza 6231. That's a
girl who works in vaudeville.

She'll pop out of that
pie with the greatest of ease.

I beg your pardon, sir?

Don't worry. She's used
to being sawed in half.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Come along.

- I don't want to go inside.
- Oh, you don't?

I suppose you prefer jumping out of
that pie in front of a herd of stags.

That's all I need,
having you cry now.

You're gonna get some food and
some conversation from a Dutch uncle.

I can't understand your mother...

leaving you alone in a city filled
with wolves and whistlers.

I'm glad you're mad at my
mother now instead of me.

I've never been mad at you, kittens.

You're a goose. You're a fool.

You shouldn't be allowed out
without a veil over your face.

As a matter of fact, an iron
mask might be a better idea.

Do I have to drink
this? I never drink beer.

You don't have to do a
thing you don't like, kittens.

Could I have some
ginger ale, please?

Well, I'm afraid my
cellar doesn't quite run to that.

But you may have a glass of this.

Just one.

"A child and a man
paced side by side...

"treading the skirts of eventide.

"But between the
clasp of his hand and hers...

lay, felt not, 20 wither'd years."

What's the
matter? Don't you like it?

It's a poem by Francis Thompson.

I love it.

Then, come on.

No.

Nope. I want to see that book.

Book? What's the big idea?

I won't have you carrying around telephone
numbers of vaudeville girls...

or any other girls.

You know, kittens, I think there's
a touch of the cat in you.

Excuse me.

Hello? Yes? Who is it?

Oh, excuse me. It's my foreman.

Go ahead. How'd you know I was here?

Well, all right. It's just as well.

I checked the changes.

Yes. There's a new
blueprint on its way.

Now compare it with
the one of April 12.

Eliminating the stone facing shown
in sections "F," "Q" and "W."

Yeah. Uh, this will change the
column and beam centers slightly...

and reduce the footings along
the west wall of the auditorium.

That's right.

All right, Mac.

Yes. I'll try to get
there by 11:00 in the morning.

All right, good-bye.

You'd think I was a
doctor or something.

Shoot for the moon.

Shoot for the moon.

- Thank you very much.
- Congratulations.

That's very kind.

- Thank you.
- Mr. White.

- Yes?
- The Goulds are delighted.

Oh, I'm very glad.

- I came as soon as I could.
- I know. What a day it's been for you.

- Now it's a day.
- Darling.

Were the speeches any
duller than usual?

I didn't notice. I just
watched the back of your head.

You don't know how I've
starved for the sight of you.

I hoped maybe you'd come yesterday.

I couldn't make it, kittens. They've
been working me overtime.

- Have you been thinking of me?
- Have I been breathing?

Oh, Evvie. Evvie.

It's an old and tired phrase, but
you're never out of my thoughts.

- When can I see you again?
- Whenever you can manage.

At 4:00, I have to go to Newport.

I have to spend a weekend with
a Colorado copper baron.

Oh, rats!

Oh, rats!

I'll tell them their Italian
villa will have to wait.

I'll send them a telegram. Say
I've got the measles or broken a leg.

No, you're not going
to send any telegram.

You just let me know when you'll
be back and I'll be waiting. Always.

Evelyn, you mustn't
be so wise for me.

Be selfish. Be greedy.

Would you like me better if I were?

Like you? I don't like
you. I'm obsessed with you.

- You've got to get back.
- Yes.

Yes. Oh, here.

Get yourself a cab. Oh, and
get yourself a new dress.

And get a hat that
matches the color of your eyes.

Just keep buying
things that are from me.

Are you for hire?

- Are you for hire?
- No, I'm sorry, ma'am.

Oh, you may have some
difficulty finding a cab, Miss Nesbit.

May I have the pleasure?

After all, we are old acquaintances.

Thank you very much, Mr.
Thaw. Everything seems to be taken.

Where to, Miss Nesbit?

Oh, uh, could you drop
me near the theater, please?

- Casino Theater.
- Yes, sir.

It was a nice ceremony, wasn't it?

- I wouldn't know.
- You wouldn't? Then why are you here?

To take you back. Could
there be a better reason?

How could you possibly
know I'd be here?

I've made it my business to know a
great deal about you, Miss Nesbit.

Mama.

I didn't know you were back.

Why didn't you light the gas?

I don't need lights to think.

What were you thinking about?

About my daughter I had to
trust for a couple of weeks.

I came in on the
3:30. Nobody to meet me.

Why didn't you
write you were coming?

Postmarked three days ago.

I-I meant to open it. I-I've
just been so busy.

Busy doing what?

You better come up with a smart lie because
I've been to the Sarony Studio.

You haven't shown up
there in two weeks.

I telephoned Mr. Gibson. You
haven't kept a single appointment with him.

I went around to the theater. You
didn't even pick up your checks.

What have you been living on, air?

Don't look willful.

Sixty, $80, $120. Evelyn!

Drop that tone, Mama, please.

This is money. Money
you haven't earned.

All right, throw it out
of the window. Burn it up.

Now just listen to
me, Miss Hi-Chicka-Birdie.

You account for every cent of that
money or I'll throw you out the window.

If you want me to
leave, just say so.

I can move out right away.

But I won't be questioned like that.

I'm not in the fourth
grade anymore, Mama.

Evelyn.

Evelyn.

- Oh, Mama.
- Oh.

Look, you don't have to answer
me if you don't want to.

I won't ask you any more questions.

It's your life, and it looks like
you're going to run it from now on.

But you got the money from
that Mr. White, didn't you?

That's right, Mama. And I want
you to know that I love him.

I don't care about that money. I
don't care about all the money in the world.

May I help you?

Oh, we're looking for a
winter coat for my daughter.

There's a plaid one in the
window, but there's no price on it.

That means you want to
break it easy, I guess.

The plaid, that should
be nice on the young lady.

- I'll show it to you. -
Wait. Wait. First tell us how-

- May I be of service, sir?
- Yes. I'm looking for a friend of mine.

She came up in the
elevator. There she is.

But what's that
monstrosity they're putting on her?

Uh, just a moment, sir. Have
you an account at Lord & Taylor?

Sport, tell him who he's talking to.

- That's no coat for this angel.
- Hello, Mr. Thaw.

- May I offer a suggestion?
- Oh, don't be silly.

This is nice, durable
material, Mama.

It's not more that $65. I
think we should take it.

- Will you introduce me to your mother?
- I know you from Pittsburgh.

I used to keep
clear of Ridge Avenue when

you raced down it in your pony cart.

Well, if you don't care for this
model, there are more. Bring more.

You are being ridiculous.

- Oh, I've displeased my angel.
- Yes, you have.

And once more, you have no
right to call me silly names.

Why am I refused what
others are permitted?

Mr. Thaw, just what
exactly are you trying to say?

I have implicit faith in you.

But I don't trust a certain
so-called gentleman

who's after every pretty
girl in New York.

Now I'm just warning you. No,
no, no. Don't take your hand away.

I'd like to have it for always.

Now look at me. I'm at your feet.

Literally at your feet.

The whole world
should be at your feet.

Get up, please. You're
making a fool of both of us.

Harry.

Mrs. Nesbit, will you explain
to your daughter...

that when a man's in love he
sometimes forgets conventions?

Put in a good word for me, please?

Ladies.

- Where's the ladies' room?
- Oh. Oh, yes. Right this way, please.

Let's get out of
here. Oh, I wish I was dead.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, come on in. You're
Mr. White, aren't you?

Yes.

I'm Mrs. Nesbit.

Uh-

Is Evelyn having supper with
anyone after the show tonight?

Well, she won't go to bed
hungry, if that's what you mean.

Mr. George Lederer wants us to
eat with him at Delmonico's.

He's got a part for
her in his new show.

Some young fella named John
Barrymore, no victuals specified.

Hotcakes, maybe, but some laughs.

Oh, the rich we have always with us.

No card attached and they
kind of grow funny leaves.

Who do you think sent
them? I give you one guess.

He's the one I wanted
to discuss with her.

I understand he gave quite a
performance at Lord & Taylor's.

The incredible Harry K.

Yes. He got quite a laugh out
of the sales force, all right.

Come to think about it, he's
a young fella in love.

Many a man in love stumbles over
his own feet once in a while.

Nothing wrong with that. The
whole world loves a lover.

I'm not so sure how the whole world feels
about another type of man though.

- A man who- - You don't have to
finish that sentence, Mrs. Nesbit.

I'm a man who shaves himself.

It's no pleasure for me to look
into these eyes of mine every morning.

Yes, Mr. White, it's quite a mess.

At night, when I hear her
crying, I pretend to be asleep.

But cry she does, till the
milk carts rattle down the street.

Tell her I'll wait for
her in the manager's office.

Hello, Mr. White.

I'd be obliged if I could
use your office for five minutes.

Certainly, Mr. White, with pleasure.

Oh, you'll be all
covered with my makeup.

Oh, yes, your makeup. Sit down.

I want you to listen
and listen carefully.

Would you be willing to take it
off right now, once and for all?

- My makeup?
- Yes. And those costumes of yours.

Would you be willing
to go to bed every evening

at 9:00 and get up every
morning at 7:00?

Learn to draw and
play tennis, speak French,

learn sculpture
and horseback riding?

- Would you be willing?
- If you asked me to.

All right, I'll fix it with the management.
You're gonna quit Broadway.

Oh. What's happened, Stanny?

Have you been talking to lawyers?
Have you been thinking things over?

Oh, Evvie, child.

No, I haven't been talking to
lawyers. I never will. I can't.

I love my wife. I love her dearly.

But that hasn't stopped me
from being in love with you.

I've tried to battle it out
with myself, and I've lost.

Only one thing left. To
think of what's best for you.

Now give me a smile and
tell me you'll do as I say.

There'll be no more flower-filled
dressing rooms.

No midnight
suppers. No Harry K. Thaws...

and no Stanford Whites either.

There haven't been any
Stanford Whites. Just one.

You must forget him.

You're going to a school in
the country, the best one.

You're going to be fitted for the
kind of life that goes with your face.

A clean life. A good one.

I'll take you out to
the school on Sunday.

It's called Pompton Seminary.

I see, Stanny.

You can't make me your wife...

so you're trying to
make me your daughter.

- Where'd it go?
- Here. Over here.

I'm sure Evelyn will like us and
we'll like her, Mrs. Nesbit.

- Thank you for bringing her to us.
- You're welcome, I'm sure.

Oh, uh, Mrs.Jennings...

well, what I want
to tell you is this.

I do a lot of
traveling between Pittsburgh

and New York.Just
never know where I'll be.

So maybe the best thing for you to
do would be to send the report cards...

and bills to Mr. White's office.

Mr. White has
indicated that already.

He's an old friend of
the family, you know.

Yes.

You picked a beautiful place.

- You'll study hard?
- Yes.

- Languages?
- Yes.

- History?
- Yes.

- And the fine arts?
- Yes.

- And you must learn to play tennis.
- Yes.

- And you must forget me.
- Never.

Well, Gustave, if you're going to
catch the 3:45, you'd better be starting.

Good-bye, baby.

-
Good-bye. - Good-bye.

Girls, come here.

Evelyn Nesbit, I want you
to meet Nancyvan Natten-

- How do you do?
- and Dimity Carter.

This is Blanche
Lockwood and Mary Grosvenor.

Hello.

Why, Evelyn, your hand is
burning. Are you running a temperature?

I don't think so.

Well, it's probably just
first-day nerves.

Take her to her room, will you,
Nancy, and make her comfortable.

- Of course, Mrs.Jennings. Come on.
- You girls come with me.

- All right.
- All right.

I haven't any idea.

It's kind of handy for a girl to
stand in good with Harry Thaw.

Look, I told you. I
don't know where she is.

Think hard.

Two weeks ago Monday I missed
having my hair touched up.

We were rehearsing a new
girl. Evelyn had left. End of story.

- Is Stanford White mixed up in this?
- Ask Stanford White.

- He's out of town, you know.
- Aiken, South Carolina.

He and Bobby Collier are down
there on business. Look, that's my cue.

Uh, nose around a little, will
you? Someone must know where she went.

Yeah. Sure. Okay.

Operator, I want a New
York number, please.

Madison 6-

Madison 6235.

If the number's been
changed, look it up.

It's a personal call
to Mr. Stanford White

at his studio: 22 West 24th Street.

Reverse the charges, please.

No. No, no, you can't call me back
here. I don't want to wake up everybody.

No, I-I'll hold the line. Please.
Please try your best.

- No, no. You
-You mustn't call back

here. You mustn't!
- Who's there?

Evelyn, what are you doing? Are you
out of your mind? You ought to be in bed.

They changed the
number. They changed the number!

What?

We've had two doctors.

There's nothing wrong with her physically.
It's a nervous breakdown.

I never saw such a homesick girl.

I've written to her mother and
suggested that-much as I regret it-

it would be wise to take her home.

That would not be practical, I
think. What she needs is a complete change.

Why, Evelyn, my dear,
are you feeling better?

Uh, there's some flowers in my
car. May we have them brought in please?

I'll take care of it.

I should be kneeling, but I
don't want to displease you again.

Please sit down, Mr. Thaw.

Oh, now, can't you bring
yourself to call me by my first name?

We've got to get you well again.

And I have a plan. Let me
take you away from here.

- Oh, but I don't think- - No, no.
I don't mean just from this school.

I mean from this
country, this continent.

- Harry.
- "Harry." The miracle has happened.

Now you ought to go to Europe
- you and your mother, of course.

Now you ought to see the
world: France, England, Switzerland...

the lakes and the mountains.

Why should you want to
spoil me like that?

Spoil you?

The sun doesn't spoil the
roses when it shines on them.

Now what good is all my money if
- if I

can't bring the
glow back to your cheeks?

I'll make reservations
for us at Cook's.

Oh, Fred, bring me a hot
buttered rum, will you?

Yes, Mr. Collier.

- Anybody join me? - No,
thanks. - No, thank you.

The deck of the
Celtic is as cold as ice.

Oh? Who's sailing?

My sister. Should be
an interesting passage.

Harry K. Thaw is aboard. He's
taken most of the "A" deck staterooms...

and is acting as though he
were the captain of the ship.

Really. I think that
man is certifiable.

Whom do you think
he's taking along with him?

His bodyguard.

Do you remember that
girl we hired for our pie?

The one who was rescued by
the quixotic Mr. White here?

What's this?

The little Nesbit is
going to Europe with Harry Thaw.

Well, you must be mistaken.

I saw her onboard. I talked to her.

With Harry Thaw?

Oh, it's proper
enough. Her mother's going too.

I hope the ladies insisted
on round-trip tickets.

He's apt to leave them
stranded in Europe.

Mr. Collier.

- Thank you.
- A cablegram for you, Mr. White.

- Oh, thank you. Where are they going?
- Uh, Switzerland, I believe.

- Mountain climbing was mentioned.
- Heaven help the Alps.

Ah! You're making a mistake
not having this-both of you.

Oh, Simpson, what's the first
boat I can get to Europe?

I'd like to arrive before
the Celtic if I can.

Before the Celtic.

The Campania sails at midnight, sir.

When does she get to France?

Wednesday next. Beats
the Celtic by six hours.

- All right. Book me a passage.
- If I can, sir.

What do you mean, if you can? Any
sort of a stateroom will do.

And leave my ticket
with the purser on the dock.

Of course, sir.

Here. Open that for me, will you?

Beekman 8700.

Go ahead. Read it.

It's from Baden-Baden, sir.
Seems to be from Mrs. White.

Uh, Mr. McKim, please. Go ahead.

"Can't stand this dreadful,
healthy place another minute.

"Sailing Bremen tomorrow.

"One glimpse of you will do me more
good than all the waters of Babylon.

Love, love, love."

I'll see to your sailing as soon as
you're through with the phone, sir.

I won't be able to go.

Simpson, do you ever
arrange to send money to Europe?

Some sort of
letter-of-credit affair?

I have some friends there who
mustn't be left without funds.

Yoo-hoo!

What are you thinking about?

My happiness at being
alone with my angel.

Look, Harry. You've been
perfectly wonderful to me-

and don't think I mind pretty
speeches, because every girl loves them-

but you mustn't overdo it.

Those flowery things you say
every time you introduce me-

- Well, people laugh a little.
- People, introductions.

There's only one
introduction that'll stop any laughing:

"Mrs. Harry K. Thaw."

- Now how long are you gonna torture me?
- I'm not torturing you.

Life is meaningless unless I can have
you all to myself. No, don't turn away.

I'm proposing to you. Every
breath of mine is a proposal.

Marry me, Evelyn. Marry me.

Let's go back. They
must be ready to feed us.

Then give me my answer.

I can't.

You can't what? Answer
me or marry me?

Isn't that answer enough?

You don't want me.

It wouldn't be fair to you.

So Mr. Stanford
White is still my rival.

Oh, Evvie.

Evvie, grow up. Grow out
of this schoolgirl crush.

Won't you please understand.

It wasn't as harmless as that.

If you want me to go home on the
next boat, I'll... go and pack.

Look at me.

- Say you were never one of his girls.
- Don't be childish, Harry.

Say you weren't.

Say you weren't!

Speak up, do you hear me?

I'm sorry that I'm not
the girl you thought I was!

No. Take that back.

- No. Take that back!
- I'm trying to forget it!

Why won't you let me?

- Where are you going?
- I'll only be a minute.

- I thought you'd gone to bed.
- Never mind me.

It's you who needs rest.

Will you believe what
I'm going to tell you?

Of course.

I realize how wrong I've always been
in my treatment of everybody:

my mother, my sisters, my friends...

you, Evvie.

- Oh, Harry. I- -
D-Don't say anything.

You're the only
thing I ever really wanted...

and I've lost you.

When we get off this train,
you'll go out of

my life, and I have
no right to blame you.

Evvie-

Oh, Evvie, I met you too late.

If-

If only you'd ever let me see
you like this before, Harry-

If
- Finish that sentence, Evvie.

Well...

things might have been
different for us.

Do you know what you've just done?

That's the first time you ever
said "us." That-That means you and me.

Oh, is it possible? Is there
a shadow of hope for me?

Paper, mister? Paper?

Paper, mister? Paper?

Paper, mister? Paper? Paper?

Paper, mister?

Myer! I am laying on a nail!

Aren't they delicious?

What's the matter,
Stanny? You haven't laughed once.

Oh, yes, I have. Don't
keep watching me.

I think I'll go outside for a
smoke. Would you care to come along?

No, thanks. It's too windy.

Gibson, how about you?

No, thanks. I'll stay
and keep Bessie company.

All right. Excuse me.

Allow me.

Thank you. Oh, hello, Dr.
Hollingshead. Haven't seen you for some time.

And you should. I had my
nurse call you twice for a checkup.

My teeth are fine, thank you.

Paper? Paper?

Quite a piece of news about
that girl of ours.

- What girl?
- The one you sent me last year.

She's certainly landing
herself in a tub of butter, isn't she?

Good for her.

This you won't believe.

I got a letter from Europe- special
delivery from Harry K.-

making an appointment for next
Sunday morning from 10:00 to 11:00.

I don't follow you.

Everything I did on
her tooth has to be undone.

You ever hear
anything nuttier than that?

You know what? I'm just going to
rub a little polish on that tooth...

and send a bill-a humdinger.

- But why Sunday?
- No other patients around.

Seems like the bridegroom doesn't want
her seen by anybody in New York.

Hello, Doctor. I hope this
isn't awfully inconvenient.

Not inconvenient at all.

Just expensive.

- May I congratulate you, Miss Nesbit?
- Thank you.

- Has the happy day been set yet?
- Yes. Next Wednesday.

This old town's going to rock.

I'd like to see you in
that white satin myself.

It's going to be in Pittsburgh.

- And no white satin, just a dark suit.
- Oh.

Will you open, please?

I never did a better job in my life.

No one knows I'm
here today. Excuse me.

Why, Mr. White.

I'd appreciate it very
much if you'd leave us alone.

Evvie, you can't do it. You
can't marry him. You can't.

You must go away immediately. If
Harry finds out that I saw you...

I don't dare think what'll happen.

Just as I suspected.
You're afraid of him.

And you should be. He's
not a sane man, Evvie.

He's been kind to me.

Listen. I'm going to move heaven and
earth to prevent this marriage.

I'm going to drag details
out of his past

that'll make the
Sunday supplements blush.

I'll prove he's not
fit to marry any girl.

Is that mother of yours blind, or
has she decided to sell you by the pound?

Nobody's selling me. Nobody
is making my decisions.

I'm marrying
Harry because I want to.

- You don't love him.
- Don't I?

How would you know about that?

I know.

Now you're my little girl again.
And you're going to listen to me.

Everything can be just as it was.

As it was.

Sneaking through toy
shops, hole-and-corner meetings-

waiting for telephone calls that
don't come for days, sitting in restaurants...

and almost choking
to death when the waiter

orders dinner for
"Mrs. White's dog."

Don't talk about that
side of things, Evvie, please.

That's what you're offering
me, and I'm not taking it-

not just for my
sake, but for yours too.

- Never mind me.
- I do mind you.

I mind you because I love
you, and this is the way out.

Good-bye, Stanny.

And don't send me any wedding
gift, not even anonymously.

Harry would know. He'd sense it.

All right.

If the time ever
comes when you need me...

you know where to find me.

Good-bye, Evvie.

I pronounce that they are
husband and wife together...

in the name of the Father and of
the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

Those whom God hath joined
together, let not man put asunder.

Amen.

- Congratulations, Mr. Thaw.
- Thank you.

- Lots of happiness, my dear.
- Thank you.

- Congratulations.
- Congratulations, Harry.

Don't cry, mama. Your baby's
just married $40 million.

You wanna know something,
Sport? To get me, he'd have to have 41.

Well, you're not the
guilty one, I know that.

He is. He tricked you into
going to his studio, didn't he?

Let's not talk about it, Harry.

And then he gave
you something to drink.

- Please calm down.
- Didn't he?

- Oh, yes, he did.
- Well, what was it? Wine?

What difference does it make?

Red wine, so you couldn't see
that he'd put something in it.

- But he didn't put anything in it.
- Then why red wine?

It wasn't red wine. It
was champagne. Come now.

Oh, champagne.

That takes the taste away.

- What are you talking about?
- Stanford White and his methods.

- Oh, Harry, it wasn't like that.
- But a second ago you admitted it!

You must stop this, Harry. You must!

My friends have been very
thoughtful and generous.

You can start writing your
thank-you letters this morning.

Do not use general terms such as
"the most wonderful gift I ever received"...

or "your beautiful present"...

but study each gift
individually and mention it in detail.

That's what I intended to do.

You sometimes make mistakes in
spelling. Use the Webster on the library desk.

And I'm not to lick the
stamps with my tongue. Yes, sir.

Here. Here, come look at this.

From my old pal, Bill Sturgis.

Best shot west of the Mississippi.

Once in the Mojave Desert, a...
rattler raised itself against him.

Fortunately for Bill, I'm
not a bad shot myself.

- Harry, what happened?
- Something wrong, sir?

Now what's all the excitement? I
was just telling Mrs. Harry an anecdote.

Must I be interrupted when
I'm talking to my wife?

Oh. Of course. Of
course. I'm-I'm sorry.

There's no need for
you to write to Bill.

We'll see him in New York next week.

I didn't know we were
going to New York.

What would you have
done if you had known?

Informed your friends? Arranged
an assignation? Where are you going?

- To get the dictionary and look up "assignation."
- Don't play so innocent.

You met White at the dentist's
office. My driver has eyes in his head.

- That was before we were married.
- It pleases me to discuss it now.

Running into that beast is inevitable
- shops, restaurants, theaters.

When it happens, you must tell me.

Just say, "I've seen
him. I've seen the beast."

- I won't say any such thing.
- You refuse.

Interesting.

Would it violate your
sensibilities too much...

to use an abbreviation of the word?

Just the first
letter: a capital "B."

All right, Harry. But I
hope no such occasion arises.

I don't want to see him. He doesn't want
to see me. It's over, over, over!

Believe me, I beg you.

No, actually it was the Italians that
conquered the Matterhorn in 1865.

They came up from the south side.

Coming down, three members and
a guide fell over the edge.

Now you see, the Swiss side of
the Matterhorn looks like an obelisk...

while the Italian slope is...

a series of terraced walls.

Have you a scrap of paper,
Tom, and pencil?

I'm sorry, no.

Here, dearie. While the Italian
slope is a series of terraced walls.

Now the party pushed
up the south glacier,

didn't find the true approach...

up the narrow mouth of the
west glacier, but on the s-

- I saw him.
- Isn't it time we left for the theater?

- What show are we going to see?
- Mamzelle Champagne.

It's right around the
corner. We can walk. Check!

- Which theater?
- The roof of Madison Square Garden.

It's a clever idea-an open-air
theater right in midtown.

Well, it was a clever
architect who built it-

America's foremost architect.

♪ Stand en garde and
defend your heart ♪

♪ From the
thrust of Cupid's dart ♪

♪ There is no retreat
from a feint so sweet ♪

♪ I challenge
you to love ♪

♪ All my heart
I'd sacrifice ♪

♪Just to win so
sweet a prize ♪

♪ So defend your
charms For with open arms ♪

- ♪ I challenge you to love♪
- This is a stinking table you got.

It's the only one they had left.

Did you tell 'em it was
for me at the box office?

Well, of course I did.

We can leave after this number
and go someplace else.

Well, that'd be better than
squatting back here with the tourists.

- ♪ Touché♪
- Give me a match.

♪ So en garde with
flashing foils♪

♪ Let the victor
take the spoils♪

♪ When the duel is
done and we both have won♪

♪ I challenge
you to love♪

♪ Cupid is a fencer
quick to slay♪

♪ Any lonely heart
that comes his way♪

♪ Be wary if you miss I
will parry with a kiss♪

- ♪ Touché♪
- ♪ Touché♪

♪ So en garde ♪

♪ En garde with
flashing foils ♪

♪ Unbowed, the
victor takes the spoils ♪

♪ When the duel is done♪

♪ And we both have won♪

♪ I challenge
you to love ♪

Is he following us, or
are we following him?

Our foremost
architect has just come in.

- You saw him. -
Please, Harry. I-

He didn't greet you.

Why not? Beneath contempt?

You wouldn't have liked it if
he had greeted me, would you?

Let's go now. It'll
be cooler in the hall.

I think we should stay and
finish our champagne.

I don't want any.

Isn't it as sparkling as
the kind he used to serve?

I want to go, Harry.

- Champagne with a strange taste.
- If you're not leaving, I am.

Sorry.

I didn't want to bring
up unhappy memories.

All right. Let's go. Pay
for the bottle, Sport.

♪♪ ♪ I
challenge you, I challenge you♪

♪ I challenge
you I challenge you♪

- ♪ I challenge you♪
- ♪ I challenge you♪

- ♪ I challenge you♪
- ♪ I challenge you♪

- ♪ I challenge you♪
- ♪ I challenge you♪

♪ I challenge you
to love♪♪

Yes, Thaw?

I did it...

because he ruined my wife!

- Mother.
- Has he arrived?

- He came straight from the station.
- Show him in.

Thank you. You're very kind.

Mrs. Thaw.

I hope you had a
good trip, Mr. Delmas.

Thank you. There's nothing quite
so restful as six days on the train.

I may as well warn you...

that an attorney from California
isn't going to be too popular in New York.

Oh, really? Well, I find
dislike somewhat stimulating.

The savage prejudice of the district
attorney against my son is-

It's terrifying.

"District attorney William
Travers Jerome states...

"Despite all of his millions, we shall
prove that Harry K. Thaw is a murderer.

"And I pledge my sacred
honor to the people of this city...

that he shall not
escape the ultimate penalty.'"

Well.

How many New York attorneys have
you consulted, Mrs. Thaw?

Eight.

Why did you dismiss them?

I found out that six of them had been
friends of Mr. Stanford White.

Hmm.

The other two struck
me as... inadequate.

I'm told that you've had
many cases of... this sort.

Murder cases? Four
hundred and eleven.

May I ask how many of those you won?

Yes. Four hundred and eleven.

May I?

- Oh, Evvie, this is Harry's lawyer.
- How do you do?

How do you do?

May I close the door?

Well, she's here
now. Speak your peace.

I shall.

Mrs. Harry, it's my painful
duty to inform you...

that it's absolutely essential
to our case that

your mother be out of
town during this trial.

No subpoena must reach
her in the county of New York.

I'm building our
case on the unwritten law.

Those 12 men in the panel must
be convinced that Harry K. Thaw...

was the defender of
American womanhood.

Anyone not in complete
sympathy with this line of defense...

had better be kept off the stand.

Well, it's a good thing
I didn't unpack my duds.

Back to Pittsburgh for me.

I'll go get my ticket.

Is it only a coincidence that
you are dressed in black?

What do you want me to say? Should
I be glad that a man was killed?

He had wronged you very
deeply, Mrs. Thaw.

Your husband has told me how
Stanford White took advantage of your youth...

how you were drugged and assaulted.

That's Harry's favorite story.

You'll have to tell
it in the witness box.

- That's what you want me to say?
- Oh, yes. And under oath.

I wasn't forced into
anything. I wasn't drugged.

Your husband thinks you were.

Oh, yes. That's what he thinks. And
what Harry Thaw thinks must be true.

But he says you confirmed it.

Did he tell you how he
wrung it out of me?

In Switzerland, on the
train to Chicago and in Chicago...

on the train to the Grand
Canyon and in the Grand Canyon...

in hotel rooms, in
compartments, everywhere, every night:

"Talk, Evelyn. Talk. Was it like
this, Evelyn? It must have been like this."

I've been sitting in the witness
box ever since we were married.

At 5:00 in the morning, you'll
say almost anything.

I want you to repeat it once more...

in the cold light of day and in
the one witness box that counts.

- You can't save Harry with a lie.
- Mrs. Thaw, I'm a member of the bar.

I wouldn't allow
you to perjure yourself.

I certainly wouldn't
prompt you to tell any

lies. Trust me for
that. You must testify!

I can't. I won't blacken
the name of someone I loved.

I won't go on the stand!

The fact that it
involved Harry Kendall Thaw...

a
multimillionaire from Pittsburgh...

and Stanford White, one of the
greatest architects of our time...

doesn't change anything.

What happened that summer night in
Madison Square Garden was homicide-

deliberate, premeditated, malicious,
Tenderloin homicide.

Since my learned
opponent has seen fit to go

to the Scriptures
to defend his client...

let me also call
to your attention...

two things that stand
written as of old:

"Vengeance is Mine,' said
the Lord. 'I shall repay.'"

And the other, which came
from the thunders of Sinai...

and which has been embodied
in the code of

every civilized race for
thousands of years:

"Thou shalt not kill."

Is it time to get up?

It's 3:00 in the morning.

3:00?

Evelyn, they're
going to kill my boy.

Has something happened?

Mr. Delmas was with me till
midnight. He thinks it's hopeless now.

The press is against us,
the people on the street.

It's you, Evelyn. It's
you who could save Harry.

I?

That boy of mine. That-

That poor boy.

A dreadful thing happened
before he was born, Evelyn.

He wasn't my only son.

Did you know that Harry had a little brother
- Robin?

Robin was the stars and
the moon and the sun to me.

One night he had the sniffles.

I took him into my bed.

The morning, he was dead.
A pillow had smothered him.

In my sleep, I had pushed it
down over his poor little face.

Can you imagine what it's
like to be carrying

another child with
that guilt on your breast?

The very womb in which Harry
grew was a torture chamber-

a torture chamber of mother love.

That's why he is what he is.

It's my crime really-too much love.

Too much love.

I know.

You don't know.

If you did, you'd take pity on him.

It's the jury's pity that he needs.

They'll have pity...

if Harry's wife gets up and tells
them how that gun came into his hands.

You must go on the stand.

Hello, Charlie.

Well, Bob, how did
the last session go?

Mmm, just routine:

ballistic experts, medical
luminaries, waiters, cab drivers.

- Have you heard the news?
- No. What?

Evelyn's going to take the stand.

Everybody rise.

This court is now in session.

Henry, will you change
places with me, please?

Surely, Mr. Gibson.

Be seated.

Evvie, can you hear me?

Yes.

Don't go on that stand, I beg you.

- But I said I would.
- Don't. Please, my dear.

What can I do?

Faint. Collapse. Let
them carry you out...

but don't talk.

With Your Honor's permission, we will now
summon to the stand the wife of the defendant.

Mrs. Evelyn Thaw.

Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

- I do.
- Be seated, please.

Your name, madam, has
already been stated.

- You are Evelyn Nesbit Thaw?
- I am.

You are the wife of the
defendant, Harry Kendall Thaw?

- I am.
- Now, Mrs. Harry...

will you please tell the jury...

about your numerous
visits to a house on 24th Street...

in which Mr. Stanford
White had a so-called "studio"?

Objection, Your Honor.

This line of questioning is
in no way germane to our case.

I withdraw my question, Your Honor.

I agree with my learned
opponent that, as phrased...

it has no bearing on the
defendant's guilt or innocence.

I will rephrase my question.

Mrs. Thaw...

will you please tell us of the
numerous discussions you had with your husband...

regarding your visits to
the house on 24th Street?

Wait till the district attorney
starts in on her.

I object!

Your Honor, I am merely trying to

appraise the
credibility of this witness.

Her testimony is an
attempt to make the jury believe...

that the murderous act of
her husband was justified.

I submit I have the right to
explore the background of the witness.

Objection overruled.

Is it not true that, while you were
the paid mistress of Stanford White...

you accepted Harry K. Thaw's
invitation to a luxurious trip abroad?

I was never his paid mistress.

These checks,
receipted by a Mrs.Jennings...

did they pay for your board
and keep at her school?

- Mr. White sent me there as a pupil.
- To learn what?

- Objection.
- Objection sustained.

Will you verify these bills
paid by Mr. White to numerous stores...

for articles
delivered to Evelyn Nesbit?

Yes.

Did he ever give you money?

Yes or no?

Yes.

Then I repeat my former question:

While you were
still his paid mistress...

did you accept the
invitation of the defendant-

a younger and richer man
- for a luxurious trip abroad?

Yes or no, please?

I can't answer such
a question yes or no.

Who paid for your trip abroad?

- Harry Thaw.
- Thank you.

I now show you the copy of a
letter of credit for $ 1,000...

made out so that either you or
your mother could draw on it.

- Did you know of that document?
- Why...

i-it was sent to us when
we were in Switzerland.

- Who purchased that letter of credit?
- Stanford White.

My learned colleague has
just painted the portrait...

of a venal young woman.

Even if he is right about her...

he is doubly wrong about
my client, because...

if Harry K. Thaw found his bride...

to be what the district
attorney claims she is...

was it not inevitable that something
should have snapped in his young mind...

when he saw the man who
had turned her into his-

I will not speak
that word. Not here.

But when he saw that
man, a veritable storm raged...

across the consciousness of
this young husband-a brainstorm.

He knew not. He
reasoned not. He struck!

Have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Will you read the
verdict, Mr. Clerk?

"Not guilty"-

"because of insanity."

Mrs. White.

Yes?

I'm... Evelyn Thaw.

Mrs. White, the things
I said on the stand...

about your husband...

you realize, of course- you
must realize, Mrs. White-

that's the way Harry's
sick mind imagined it was.

He twisted it back and forth
un-until his questions became my answers.

And then he believed it all himself.

The papers say you saved
your husband's life.

Mrs. White, you must believe this.

Your husband wasn't-

I was the one at fault, not he.

I was in love with
him. It was all my fault.

Love can be a great fault.

Hold it. Hold it. Stand
back, boys. Stand back.

Now I hope I
haven't forgotten anything.

Everything is packed, Mr. Thaw.

Warden, I want to thank you for
your kindness and consideration.

Now here's a little
- a little something for you and your men.

Thank you, Mr. Thaw.

Well, Mama, it's good-bye.

No, no. No, Harry. It's Au revoir.

I'll visit you twice
a month in Matteawan.

We'll work night and
day to get you out.

When we set the wheels in motion,
it'll be a couple of years at the outside.

Oh, now, Margaret, you've got
to go to Pittsburgh with Mama.

- You've got to stick by her.
- Of course I will, Harry.

Oh, Mama, now the first thing you
must do as soon as you get home...

is get my mountaineering outfit
together and send it right on to me.

I want the rucksack, the
ropes, the alpenstock-

Harry, you won't be able to
do any mountain climbing.

I want them!

O-Once in a lifetime I utter
a wish, and you argue with me.

Of course, of course. I'll
send them first thing.

- Mr. Thaw, if you please.
- Oh, of course.

Harry?

You haven't spoken to me.

What do you want me to
do? Go with your mother or-

or take a place near... the asylum?

How very characteristic
of you, Evelyn...

to think only of yourself.

- So long, boys!
- Good-bye, Harry!

- Good luck to ya, boy!
- See ya!

Harry, don't forget to-

Don't forget to come back, Harry!

Hey, Harry, don't forget to-

I'm sending some cases of
scotch! Drink to me, huh?

We'll see ya, Harry!

- See ya, Harry!
- Nice seein' ya, Harry!

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Baby, could I go for you. I
think of you all the time!

How about a quick kiss?

Come on. Get back here!

Come here. Come here. We
want to talk to ya some more.

Hey, where are you going?

Hello, Harry!

- Please hold it, Mr. Thaw.
- Stand back now.

Thank you, sir.

- Stand back.
- Stand back now.

- Don't crowd in.
- That's his mother.

Stand back.

All right. Stand back.

Stand back now. Stand
back. Stand back.

There she is. There
she is. There's Evelyn.

Help her, sir. That's it.

Stand back now!

Please-

The carriage is
over here, Mrs. Thaw.

Move! Get out of the way!

Everyone open up! Open
up. Get out of the way!

Come back!

Evelyn! Evelyn!

I don't know how to thank you.

Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Thaw. I'll
get you home. Huntzbacher is the name.

I warn you, though, you won't find it
very peaceful there. It'll be a brawl.

Look, here's who'll be waiting
for you: press, photographers-

Of course, that goes without saying.

But now you're up
against the agents-

ten-percenters, you know,
the flesh peddlers?

They'll offer you
five weeks on the Keith

Circuit, a season at
the Folies-Bergére...

and the Minskys and the Pinskys.

Ah, you belong with Huntzbacher.

Look, my place is in Atlantic City.

- There's a convention every
week, money like saltwater taffy.

Look, you go on at 4:00 p.m., 6:00
p.m., then you break for dinner.

Then there's a gala at
10:00, and then the midnight show.

Tell the driver to stop!

Look, on Saturday
night we have an owl show.

Driver, stop at the corner!

Oh, say, you're gonna need
that money, every penny of it.

Hey, don't bank on them Thaws. They'll
write you off like a bad debt.

Look, put your faith in Huntzbacher.

See, this'll be the show of
the century. Wait a minute!

Do you know how I'm gonna present
you to that audience?

Oh, Evelyn. We weren't
sure you'd be back.

We, uh, said our
farewell in a letter.

The suite's been paid for for
the rest of the week, so...

you might just as
well stay on till then.

Till then? And afterwards?

Well, there's a
memorandum from me in this letter...

about the bank-how much you may
draw, the name of a lawyer here.

That's just for
your present needs. I

thought you might
want to go abroad again.

It might be more comfortable
for you after

the things that Mr.Jerome
brought out.

Harry thought so too.

Did he? Then why didn't
he sign the check?

I have to sign all
checks from now on.

Why are you smiling?

Do you happen to know a Mr.
Huntzbacher in Atlantic City?

Huntzbacher? Certainly not.

Strange. He knows you.

Are you trying to impress
us, Evelyn? Take that check.

That's what you were
after from the word go.

Good-bye, all of you.

My mother taught me a proverb:

If you lie down with dogs...

you get up with fleas.

Fellas, fellas.

Fellas, fellas, fellas.

Look, it made me just sick...

- to have to raise the
price of admission for this show.

Believe me, it's worth it.

Now I've been waitin' years
and years to bring you this act-

more years than I
like to think about.

Introducing Evelyn Nesbit...

the babe who left one
guy pushin' up daisies...

and the other in the bughouse.

And here she is, the Girl
in the Red Velvet Swing.