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Oh, White.
- Yes, Miss?

I've forgotten something.
- Of course, Miss.

You don't really mean
'Of course, Miss.' do you?

On no, Miss.
- I know.

Miss Venice is to arrive at
a party this afternoon at ..

Five-thirty.
- Five-thirty.

I forgot to speak to Nora about
having her leave here on time.

I will attend to it at once, Miss.
- Thank you, White.

Nora.

Miss Venice is to leave the house
in time to be somewhere by 5:30.

Where?

A party.
- Oh.

If the party is in China, don't you feel
she ought to leave a little earlier?

Miss Emma says ..
- Miss Venice is dressing.

I wonder what that artist could
have known about love.

Oh please, dear little fat god of love.

Won't you send me one
acceptable .. well ..

Almost acceptable .. sweetheart?

Maybe I look too much
like an ironing board.

I certainly am flat enough.
Some people are ..

'Around and around the merry-go-round'.
- It is five, Miss.

Yes. It seems to be five.

Your things are all ready, Miss.

Thank you, Nora.

Oh, I wish I didn't have to go.

Do you want something, Miss Venice?
- No thank you, Nora.

Venice Muir.

Why can't you be more .. exciting?

What is the matter with you?

Are you afraid of men?
Answer me that.

You are, aren't you?

Well, just a little. Embarrassing.

Why should they?

You don't embarrass other people.

You have everything other girls have.
Two eyes, two noses ..

Practically everything.

Let me taste that.

Seems it should be a touch heavier.

I think it is plenty strong now though.

Well, maybe just a little bit heavier.

But too strong not good
for ladies and gentlemen.

Oh.

Put some more of that in just the same.

Alright. Too bad.

Donnie.
- Yeah?

You'd make someone a fine husband.
You keep your apartment beautifully.

You ought to see me exterminating
termites. That is where I shine.

Where I flop is on Initialling linen.

In that case dear cousin, I will
monogram your blank linen.

But first you must do something for me.
- What?

I want you to be nice to Venice.
- Is she here?

No. She will be soon.
- I don't see why ..

May I get a word in please?

I want you to be nice to her.
- Okay, I'll be nice to her.

I always am. I like Venice.

I told you I thought you could
escort her to my party tonight.

You shouldn't have said that.
- But she's my best friend, darling.

She must be there. I mean it isn't very
nice for her to have to come alone.

Maybe we can hire someone?
- Don't be idiotic.

Well, Venice generally
goes to parties alone.

She'll have to do that tonight.

Who are you binging?
- And Duryea.

I hope she poisons you.
- Thanks.

And I'll come to your funeral
and laugh myself sick.

As long as you get sick
enough it will be okay.

Donnie, won't you please ring Venice?

She is such a nice girl.
- She is.

She is the nicest girl I know.

And just about as exciting as the
nicest plate of spinach I ever ate.

I will not bring her.

Besides, I can't ditch Ann.
- But ..

I'll dance with Venice.

Later, if she asks if I've read any good
books lately I'll try and think of one.

If only she didn't discuss what's in
them. How can I know what's in a book?

She never talks to me about books.

Maybe even Venice is
too smart to do that.

Avoid books.

I do think this should be a bit heavier.
I want these people to get acquainted.

This cocktail make everybody
too friendly right away though.

Well. Nevertheless.

I think I will just go to powder.
- Yes, Miss.

Hi, Venice.

Hello Lola. How are you?
- You're late.

Donnie wondered if you'd
given his party the go by.

That was sweet of him. To wonder.

Come on. Let's get a taste
of this party's namesake.

Who is here, Lola?
- Oh, everybody.

I am terrified.

Alex, how are you?
- Fine dear.

Alex. This is Venice Muir.

Mr Stevens.
- How do you do.

How do you do.
- Alex.

I am glad you are here.
I have a bone to pick with you.

Fine. Just a moment, Ann.

Are you going to the Harvard
game next Saturday?

Yes. I think so.

I'm awfully pleased to have met you.
Will you pardon me?

Venice. Come on now. Let's have
one of these here new cocktails.

Venice. Donnie is in the kitchen. You
know how fussy he is over his cocktails.

Well, who is the red-headed
so-and-so all the men are rushing?

Ann. What about that bone
you had to pick with me?

Later.

Oh, Ann Duryea. Used to be Ann Parks.

I went to Eastover with her.

A good family but a strange creature.
- What's the attraction?

Well, she was always considered
sort-of bovine, you know.

No-one noticed her until
about until two years ago ..

When her husband was
mysteriously poisoned.

Poisoned? How awful.

They tried her for murder
but didn't prove it.

So she discretely mourned
and then burst forth.

You're saying she's popular because she
is suspected of murdering her husband?

I suppose. There is no other
reason to account for it.

Oh, Bill.

Hello Lola.

Here is your chance.

Bill, you simply must know Venice Muir.

This is Mr Bimbaum - Miss Muir.

How do you do.
- Pardon me.

Where is she rushing?

Oh .. I don't know.

Maybe she has gone to ..

I am awfully glad to have met you.
You will pardon me, won't you.

Well, if you really must ..

If you must know ..

She rushed off to give me
a chance to impress you.

Were you speaking to me?
- No.

I was humming. I mean,
in a way I was humming.

Except that I was
thinking at the same time.

That's a bad sign.

Very bad.

How are you getting on?
- Fine, thank you.

Have you met Ann Duryea?
She is a wonderful girl.

Why?

She has been through a
devil of a lot you know.

She was falsely accused of
murdering her husband.

Did she tell you that?
- Oh no, she never mentioned it.

Well, what does she say?

A very interesting conversationalist.

Yes, I know. But what
does she talk about?

I don't know.

Oh, Lola.

Wait a minute. I want to talk to you.

How are you, Venice?

Able to drink a cocktail, thank you.
- Is that all?

I'm even able to drink two cocktails.
- And after that, what?

Well, three.
- And then?

Well, they are very strong.
- Oh?

Let me taste it.

It doesn't taste too strong to me.

Say, have you met Ann Duryea?

Not yet. Is she attractive?
- Fascinating. Has lots of experience.

Experience?

She murdered her husband.
- What?

I thought she was acquitted.

That is beside the point.

Oh well. Run along.

I'll just go powder my nose.

Ann Duryea probably has
a bone to pick with you.

Wouldn't you like to meet her?

Well ..

Come along. Come on.

But I think that Hickok played
the best game of the year.

And I maintain that ..
- Ann.

This is Venice Muir - Mrs Duryea.

How do you do.

A close friend of Lola's.
- I am pleased, Miss Muir.

I have wanted to meet you.

Oh, this is Mr Brown.

Mr Andrews, Mr Martin, Mr Clegg.

Thank you. I have had the pleasure.
I've met Miss Muir.

I am glad you are here, Donnie.
I have a bone to pick with you.

Let's pick it over
there under the piano.

Very well.

May I offer you a fresh cocktail?

Thanks.

Have any of you read
any good books lately?

Are there any?

Oh yes. I've just finished reading the
most fascinating biography on Noguchi.

And if you've read Paul de Groot's book
on him you'll just love this one also.

Will you pardon me please?

Jerry. Look.

Venice.

In the bar, by the mantelpiece.

Do you see her?

Pardon me, Miss Muir. I must be going.

Oh yes. Good afternoon, Miss Muir.

Isn't that marvelous?

For what?

Well, there were some men there.

Before she learned to speak
French she was shunned by men.

Now look at her.
- You make me sick.

Besides, she speaks perfect French.

That is the trouble. No-one else does.

Venice.
- Hi, Lola.

Having had my usual success
I think I had better go home.

Please don't hurry.
- I'm not.

I should have been there long ago.
- I wish you wouldn't go.

Goodnight, darling.
- See you later.

Oh yes. I am true and pure.

There is nothing I can do about that.

I wonder.

Do you have to poison your
husband or .. will just anyone do?

No.

I could never poison Donnie.

Flowers have arrived, Miss Venice.
- Thank you, Nora.

I am leaving now, dear.

Opera?
- Aida.

That's a lovely corsage. Who sent it?

Miss Venice Muir to Miss Venice Muir.

As usual.

Don't you feel well, dear?
- I feel alright.

You don't look it. What is the matter?
- I don't know.

The same old thing.
Why do I have to go out?

I never have a good time.

I don't know anything else.
- But why, dear?

Why shouldn't you have a good time?

You are pretty. You have pretty clothes.

Your father and your mother were
from the finest families in New York.

It might have been better if mother
had been a famous .. bareback rider.

And father a pool shark.
- Venice.

I didn't mean that of course.
They were sweet.

What is a pool shark?
- I don't know.

But I do know that it isn't your family
tree that impresses young men.

When they are dancing with you.
- Well, dear.

What .. what does impress
young men nowadays?

If I knew the answer to that I wouldn't
be sitting here all wrapped up in gloom.

Nonsense. Come along dear and dress.

You are going to be late.

You must cultivate small talk, vivacity.

It isn't natural for me, aunt Emma.

Small talk. Vivacity.

In fact, any of the other social graces
as far as young men are concerned.

Then effect them.

Donnie Wainwright isn't
taking you tonight?

No.

He is smitten with a new lady.

Is she charming?
- Oh very.

She may have poisoned her
husband and she picks bones.

Venice, dear. I don't understand you.

Goodnight.

Dress carefully.

Hello Venice.

Hello Venice.
- Hello Vandra.

Hello Venice. Just arrived?
- A while ago.

Who did you come with?

Oh, a new one.

Anybody I know?
- I don't think so.

Give us a look at him.

Will be a pleasure.

Hello Venice. Where have
you been? You're late.

I almost didn't come.

The same old reason, I suppose?

That wouldn't excuse you
for passing up my party.

Besides.

I've got two nice beaus for you tonight.

Jack, I want you to know Venice Muir.

Venice, this is Mr Spaulding.
- How do you do?

I am alright now that I am here.

I almost didn't come.
- That would have been too bad.

Well, let's not talk about it.

Alright. Let's dance.

You dance beautifully.
- Thank you.

You dance beautifully.

Thank you. One of my
lesser charms, lady.

Do you like to read?

Not while dancing.

Well, of course I ..

I didn't mean ..

Yeah. I like reading.

In bed.

Oh. Pardon me.
- Don't mention it.

Would you mind dancing
over to the card room?

I promised to play a rubber
of bridge with Mr Partridge.

Certainly.

That is right.

Venice, I think you and I
could trim the world tonight.

You could.
- Nonsense.

He overbid his hand time and again.

Miss Muir.

Could you stand one short
dance with an octogenarian?

No. But I should love a long
one with you, Mr Partridge.

I think you are the sweetest
young lady in New York.

Oh, to be young again.

Why, Mr Partridge.
- I believe you are leading me on.

No. You're too good a friend
to lead to destruction.

Great.

Hello Vandra.

Hello Donnie.

All the pleasure of dancing
with a lovely young lady.

And none of the hazards.

Oh, Mr Partridge.
You could be a little hazardous.

Hi, Donnie.
- Yeah?

Who is that girl?

Which one?

The one ..

The one in white over there wasting her
gorgeous smile on old man Partridge.

Oh. That is Venice Muir.

Well, I am cutting in.

Go ahead. She is a nice girl.

She's the nicest girl I know.

Old Partridge is her lawyer.
You know, trustee of her estate.

He said he used to take her over
his knee and spank her etc.

Well, eh can her lawyer or trustee.

I will take the 'etc'.

Why are you acting this way?

Ann, please.
- I won't and that's that.

I don't see why.
- Of course you don't.

Come on, Ann.
- No.

Hello Donnie.
- Hello Lola.

What's the matter with you?
- I'm sad.

You look it.
- Well, I am.

You know, you are a fool.

Yes. I am a fool.

Are you leaving with Ann Duryea?

No.
- Good.

Not a complete fool then.
- No.

Yes.

Why don't you take Venice home?

She is too gloomy.

Oh, she is not.

You make me ill.

Why, Venice is the sweetest girl here.
- Yeah.

She has a positively
beautiful sense of humor.

And underneath.

Why, she is really warm.

And vibrant.

And mysterious.

Venice?
- Yes. Venice.

And she isn't shop-worn.

Of course, with your blunted sense of
values that won't make any difference.

Someday a man with a nose for
adventure is going to come along and ..

And discover Venice.

And you can bet that he'll have the most
exciting time of any man in New York.

Then I suppose you will come
and cry on my shoulder.

But my shoulder will
be padded with pins.

But does Venice like me?

She doesn't dislike you.

And that is a great deal for Venice.

Well.

No-one can say that I haven't got a
nose for adventure. Where is she?

Well.

If it isn't little Venice Muir.

Hi, Donnie.

What on earth are you doing out here?

Thinking.

Thinking?

It seems to me you do
an awful lot of thinking.

Well, you see. No-one
pays much attention to me.

I have lots of time for it.

I believe you are the only
honest woman in circulation.

You are not Diogenes by any chance?

Yes.

That is who I am.
- Where is your lantern?

There you have me.

Venice. Why are you so shy?

Do you think I am?
- Yes.

No.

Well, I just like to be alone.
That's all.

Hey. You can't get rid of me that way.

What is the matter? Something wrong?

Nothing yet. It all depends on you.

You know. You are the most
wonderful girl in all of New York.

Now Donnie, I dare say you
have had enough practice so ..

So let's talk about something else.
- Won't you even listen to me?

You know, I love your sense of
humor but don't use it just now.

Alright.

We .. we will be serious.

You are beautiful.

And underneath you are ..

You are warm.

Vibrant.

Mysterious.

Donnie .. what are you saying?

Only that I have got
a nose for adventure.

And I have discovered you.

Have you been drinking?

Only enough to give me courage
to tell you what's in my heart.

Oh, Donnie.

Well.

Don't you .. don't you
even like me a little?

Like you?

Like you?

Please. Why not?
- It's too late.

But Donnie, I do love you so much.

And I love you so much.

Gee, I've got to sail tomorrow, Venice.

Well, you'll only be gone a few weeks.

Come on. Sail with me.
- Oh, I can't.

Yeah. The trip would do you good.
Anyhow, it would do me good.

I couldn't.

Why not? What is to prevent you?

Don't you want to get some
clothes to marry me?

It's only a little ride on a boat.

What's to keep you here?

Oh, everything.
- Well, what?

Nothing.

May I come in for just a little while?

No, Donnie. It is so late
and I'll bet I am a sight.

But, darling.

I will sail tomorrow.

You are exciting.
- Are you sure?

Never more sure of anything in my life.

I spent months figuring it out.

Well, you see so sort-of well ..

And you were so shy.

But everything is alright now, isn't it.

What do you say we get married in Paris?

I'd rather it was here.

Alright. Anything you say.

You are sweet.

Goodnight, darling. Bless you.

Which way to A22 please?

Take the stairway to the next deck.

Thank you.

Nora, I think I'll stay here. If you see
Mr Wainwright can you tell him I'm here.

Yes, Miss.

Hiya, Venice.
- Hello, Donnie.

I'm glad you came down.
I wanted to apologize about last night.

I must have been an awful mess
and you were a brick about it.

Donnie.
- Hello, Ann.

Hello.
- You know Miss Muir.

Yes. How do you do.
- Hello.

All ashore going ashore.

I think I will just ..

There is no hurry, Venice.

Lola may be down.
- Well, I have to hurry.

Donnie. Here is a little memento.

Of what might have been.

Bon voyage. Goodbye, Venice.

Goodbye.

I'm glad you understood
about last night, Venice.

That is alright, Donnie. You were ..

You were cute.
- I'll bet I was.

Why, it's a key.

Yes.

It seems to be a key.

Say, I have got to get
my things off this boat.

I'll call you up next week and
maybe we'll lunch together.

That will be sweet.

Just a little ride on a boat.

Venice Muir.
You certainly are marvelous.

And underneath your warm,
vibrant, mysterious ..

Pardon, mademoiselle. Is it possible
mademoiselle is expecting someone?

Yes.

A large orang-utan.

And for just moment I
thought you were it.

Is it possible you are an American?

Yes. And so are you.

Say a few words, will you?
I'm tired of hearing French all day.

Well, what will I say?

I really doesn't matter.
Just say anything.

I don't expect it to
be very interesting.

No? Why, please?

Well.

You look like a good girl.
- Oh, do I?

You are a good girl, aren't you?

Yes, I ..

I am afraid that might be my trouble.

What are you drinking?
- Champagne cocktail.

Wow. You must have money in the bank.

Do you go around talking to yourself?

People with money in
the bank generally do.

Why ..

Why yes. I talk to myself a little.

I even hum to myself.
You don't mind, do you?

No. Of course not.

Waiter.

Oui, Monsieur?

A champagne cocktail and a beer.
- Oui, Monsieur.

Thank you.

It's a pleasure.

Well.

It must be twenty minutes
of something or other.

Or twenty minutes fast.

As a matter of fact it is.
Twenty minutes to four.

Are you over here on a holiday?

No, no. I came over to take
a job they didn't hold for me.

Unfortunately, I stayed
on until I was broke.

That was several months ago.

Well then, how do you ..
- You mean the drinks?

Oh, you are paying for those.
You don't mind, do you?

Of course not.

And I had a couple of
beers over there too.

That's why it was so funny
when you thanked me for them.

Is that the reason you spoke to me?

Well, that is one reason.

But aside from that I
am awfully glad I did.

You seem to be a .. swell girl.

I don't even mind you being a good girl.

That's how much I like you.

Well, I am ..

Will you take this to pay the waiter?

No, no. Pay him yourself.
I am not proud.

Hello Johnny.
- Hello Guy.

Merci, Madame.

Well, I guess I will be running along.

I have enjoyed meeting you.

It's mutual.

Goodbye.

So long.

Hello, Manuel.

Wait.

Wait a minute. I want to talk to you.

Let's sit down here.

Are you really broke?

Flat.

Would you like to earn some money?

I'll do anything short of murder.

Well.

Would you work for me?

Why, sure. Why not?

I know this is a funny
thing ask anyone. But ..

I was wondering.

Could you be a sort-of ..

Well, a sort-of ..

A gigolo?

Why.

I guess I could be ..

Any kind of a gigolo.

Sound in wind and limb.

Just a Wilmington Delaware boy who
didn't make good in the big city.

Bonjour, Guy.

Hello Rene.
- �a va?

How have you been?

Fine.

Well, I will call you up sometime.

Merci.

Au revoir.

That is .. that is Rene ..

Rene.

I never can think of his last name.
Oh yes. Rene Thernardier.

A Viscomte by the way.

You know a lot of people
in Paris, don't you.

Oh yes. I got to know quite a few when I
was struggling to throw my money away.

And when it was gone I ..

Had to move over to the
left bank and hibernate.

Rene is the first one I have
seen in about two months.

I guess I will have to tell him
I have been to Monte Carlo.

That is better than telling
him I have been in hock.

Well, do you think ..

2,500 Francs a week and expense
money would keep you out of hock?

It will do.

It is settled.

Hey, wait a minute.

What am I supposed to
do to earn this money?

Well, that is a little
awkward to explain.

I'll understand. I've read what
every young man should know.

I haven't.

I'm from New York.

My family are ..

Well, they are alright
but I am a social flop.

A flop?
- Uhuh.

I haven't any beaus and I don't
see any prospect of getting any.

No?

No. And I thought, well ..

If you could take me around and I
didn't have to fence with you and ..

You could introduce me to
some men I didn't know.

You might even get me into some sort of
set. Do you think that can be possible?

I think it might. I ..

I think anything might
be possible with you.

Oh, Nora. My corsage.

Yes, Miss.

Thank you.

Why isn't there a card?

A card?
- Yes.

I can't imagine who these can be from.

Thank you.

Nora, I am expecting Mr Bryson.

Yes, Miss.

That was thoughtful of him.

I have simply got to
stop talking to myself.

I talk so much to myself I am
all worn out when I meet people.

Well, well, well. Fancy seeing you.

I don't remember you, sir.

Come to think of it,
I don't remember you either.

But don't despair.

I'll be around often and
if I enter I will say ..

'Fancy seeing you' again.

Well, that will be simpler, Mister ..?

Bryson.

Oh. Miss Venice is expecting you, sir.

Thank you.

Nora, bring my bag please.
- Yes, Miss.

Venice, you're swell.
- Thank you, sir.

Venice Muir.

What a lovely name for the
most popular girl in Paris.

How did you get it?

I'm not the most popular girl anywhere.

I am called Venice because my mother and
father spent their honeymoon in Venice.

How romantic.
- Yes.

Lucky for me they didn't
spend it in Brussels.

'Brussels' Muir.
Wouldn't that be pretty?

But don't worry.

Brussels or no Brussels,
you will be popular.

I spent an hour at the Ritz bar after I
left you and lady, when I left there ..

A lot of the fellows thought
you were simply wonderful.

You had everything.

Even a very .. a very slight past.

A past?

Nothing you could put your finger
on but a lot of the boys will try.

I will die. I couldn't live
up the past of a midget.

You don't know midgets.

Now I heard of a midget who broke up
the home of a heavyweight champ.

What did you say about me?

Nothing definite except that ..

My life would be ruined
unless you married me.

And there is a funny side to that too.
I'll tell you about it someday.

Thank you, Nora. Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

This is the expense money.
When it runs out, let me know.

You certainly are trusting.

I am careless, shiftless
and extravagant.

Well, don't be anymore.
- You're not afraid of being gypped?

No. I am not afraid.

Thank you.

We are bound to meet some fellows here.

Guy, I am scared.
- Oh, come along.

So was Eve and look what a
mess she made of Adam.

I know. But I don't want to
make a mess of anyone.

I know, my pet. They never want to.
Now come along.

Suppose we have a
cocktail and order later?

Alright. I will have a
champagne cocktail.

Two.

Oui, Monsieur.

I think this is the most romantic place.

Have you ever been in love?

No. Have you?

Oh yes. Several times.

It's grand.

Only you suddenly discover it is ..

What do you call it?

It is a bubble-like quality after you
have held it in your hand too long.

Perhaps you held it too roughly.

There you go, thinking again.
- I'll stop it at once. I promise.

Good gal.

There is a fellow over
there I want you to meet.

Sitting at the center table.

I have an idea that ..

He is anxious to meet you too.
- Oh.

Oh, Guy. I am getting scared again.

Courage, my pet. Courage.

Pardonez-moi. I just want to ..

Quick.

Pretend you're interested in me.
Say something. Anything.

But say it with feeling.

Well, what will I say?

How much is two times two?

Four.

[ French language ]

Eight times eight?

Sixty-four.

Oh, you are wonderful.

Will you bring the drinks?

Oh. Yes, I will.

That's the girl.

And sixteen times sixteen?

I wish I knew.

I will teach you, my pet.

Bonsoir, Guy.
- Rene.

Miss Muir, my I present
Le Viscomte de la ..

'Thernardier' is the name.

He never remembers it.

Charmed, mademoiselle.

Rene. Miss Muir is an American. You've
always had a passion for Americans.

Oh, only beautiful Americans.

Won't you sit down?
- Merci.

Have a cocktail with us, Viscomte?
- Merci.

Would it be good for you, Rene?
- Guy.

Very good. Especially after
Miss Muir dances with me.

Will you do me this honor?

I would love to.

Are you in love with Guy?

No.

Should I be?

Oh no. Certainly not.

Hello Guy.

Hello, Santiagos.
- How are you?

Fine thank you. How are you?

Fine. Say, you have a beautiful ..
- How is your sister?

Fine, thank you. What is ..

Who was that girl you
were with last night?

I don't know. Say, you have a
beautiful girl with you, Guy.

Yes. But she doesn't speak Spanish.

She don't have to say a word.

Well, if you insist. But I warn
you she is deaf to Argentine.

Why, they go out of
their minds about her.

Listen.

I tell you they go out of
their minds about her.

I would go out of anything for her.

Good. Going out of your mind
wouldn't be much of a sacrifice.

What is this?
- Nothing, nothing. I say.

Stop at our table on your way out.

And remember she has no twin sister.
So don't ask that one.

She is tired of hearing it.
- Thanks.

You will have a cocktail with us?
- Merci. La meme, s'il-vous-pla�t.

Oui, Monsieur.
- Well, how was it?

Her dancing is just as
beautiful as her golden hair.

I am not so sure that is a compliment.

Hey, your hair is beautiful.

Like spun gold.

Like ..
- Like straw.

What is straw?
- Hay.

Oh no.

Come on, Venice. Dance with me.
- We've hardly started.

Yes. We were just beginning ..

Well, some other time, Viscomte.

Not tonight?

Well.

Well.

Perhaps.

We go to the bicycle
races in a few minutes.

Why?

Because Venice loves it.
- Oh.

There is always a chance
somebody will crack their skulls.

You shouldn't have taken
me away just then, Guy.

More ardour. More ardour.

I was doing beautifully with him.

That is the time to leave, my pet.

He is watching us.

He's trying to find out why
I am mad about you.

And he will continue trying to find out.

I know men like that.

Guy, you are so clever.

How is it possible for one human
being to know so much?

I should know. I had two wives.

Shot out from under me.
- Oh.

And say that 'oh' with more feeling.

Oh.
- That's better.

Are we really going to a bicycle race?
- Je ne sai pas.

Go powder your nose.

Why? Is it shiny?

Yes. No, but powder it anyway.

You are leaving us?

Well guy says my nose is shiny.

But no, it isn't.

Perhaps I had better powder it anyway.

Certainly.

Won't you sit down, Rene?
- Merci.

She is nice, Guy.

She seems very young though.

Yes. She only has one fault.
She is filthy rich.

One of the riches women in the world.

What a pity.

Isn't it though?

Let's go on a crying drunk.

No, I can't tonight. I must
go to the bicycle races.

I might see you there.

Hello Santiagos.
- Hello Rene.

Care to sit down?
- Thank you.

But where is the charming lady?

Oh she .. she went to see
a man about a horse.

Oh?

A polo pony?

Let's forget I mentioned it, huh?

Rene, what do you think
about the bicycle races?

Bicycle races are idiotic.

What is so idiotic about them?

They don't get anywhere.

I suppose polo players do?

Certainly. To the goalposts.

Well, bicycle racers get to the finish.

But the finish is the start.

Nevertheless, we're going
to the bicycle races.

Well, I shall leave now.

Oh.

Miss Muir, may I present
Se�or Santiagos.

I am egger to meet you.
- He means 'eager'.

Well, you have and your
eagerness is still with you.

And why not.

I shall join my party.
I hope to see you at the races.

If not, may I call?

Indeed yes. I am stopping
at the Louis Le Grand.

Do you have a pencil?
- Don't mention it.

A great love?
I wouldn't have to write it down.

'Louis Le Grand'.

I know what you're writing.
Don't tell me.

Guy, your manners are atrocious.

Well, even with your help
I haven't done so well.

Until recently, my love.

Au revoir, Mademoiselle.

Adieu, Guy.
- Adieu.

May I have the honor of
dancing with mademoiselle?

I would be happy to.

Happy to.

Say, when do we eat?

Food?

No, no. I never eat food.

No?

[ Spanish language ]

I am sorry. I don't understand Spanish.

But no other language will
say what I am saying.

I am bad company.

You see, I just think ..

No words will do in any language
for what I have to say.

Beautiful. Then we
can both talk at once.

Are you thinking?

[ Spanish language ]

Merci, Monsieur.

Why, you are limping.
Did he step on your feet?

Se�or Santiagos dances beautifully.

Gracias.
- Another?

Well ..
- We're off to the races.

Perhaps I see you there?
- Perhaps. Perhaps not.

I hope so.

Perhaps.

Goodbye.
- Adi�s.

Bonsoir, Mr Bryson.
- Bonsoir.

I hope we don't meet any more men
in here, Guy. My ankle won't stand it.

I'm sorry, Venice.

Couldn't you find somewhere
else to go for a change?

Well I could but it wouldn't be refined.

Guy.

Hello, Guy.

Hello Carl.

Miss Muir - Mr Howell.
- How do you do.

You did come out into the
night air. How come?

Guy, I am hungry.
- Give the lady some champagne soup.

Comment, Monsieur?
- Champagne without bitters or sugar.

Oui, Monsieur.
- You're going to love this soup.

What will you have, Carl?

I'll have soup.
- Give us two more.

Oui, Monsieur.

Say, I have been dying to meet you.

Me?
- Yes.

I've heard a lot about you from Guy.

I'm sure Guy was only amusing himself.

You know he is really very ..

Very irresponsible.
- Yes. But very accurate.

I'll swear to that.

Where's he been hiding you?

In my overcoat pocket.

And I always sleep in my overcoat.

Guy, the champagne soup is delicious
but what about our next course?

I know a bar where you have
potato chips for your next glass.

Of course you do. I told you about it.

But I like ..

Oh no. We're going to the
bicycle races, aren't we.

They only started tonight.
You've all week to get there.

We may need it.

Been over long, Miss Muir?
- About three weeks.

Where are you stopping?

The Louis Le Grand.

That's right across from my hotel.

Splendid.
- A pencil?

No thanks. I will remember it.

Come along, Venice.
We got to get going.

Well?

I haven't finished my champagne soup.

May see you later, huh?
- Right.

Bye.
- Goodbye.

Come on, the Claymore is the next place.

Alright.

Hey, that fellow is one of the
greatest chasers in Paris.

If he chases you you're made.

What?
- Sure.

If you haven't a reputation,
why he'll help get you one.

And if you had one,
well you will lose it.

Well, I never heard of him.
- He is the man.

Are we really going to the races?

I don't know but we certainly have
assured the races of an audience.

They ought to give you a percentage.

Guy, do you think all those
men really like me?

Certainly. Rene in particular.

He has got to marry an heiress
or starve or go to work.

He'll be in attendance. Never worry.

That would be awful.

No it ain't. It's swell.

Say, when did this
Donnie arrive in Paris?

About now I think.
He has to come over on business.

You won't mind seeing him fight through
the crowds to have a word with you?

No. Not if there is a chance
he'll be trampled to death.

Good gal. You are going
to get along alright.

Well, I don't know.
And even if I did I ..

Well, I don't think I ever could ..

What?

Well, I could ..

I could never stand getting married.

I'd be embarrassed to death.
- No you won't, Venice.

If things were different I may marry you
and show you how beautiful it could be.

I almost forgot. We're going to
that place with the potato chips.

Bonjour Madame.

Puis-je �tre de service?

May I have an omelet and some coffee?

Deux omelettes et du caf�.

I'm sorry, but I don't
speak French that bad.

[ French language ]

Guy.

We're getting to be a couple
of barflies, aren't we.

Hmm. Just a bit.

Are we really going to
the bicycle races?

Uhuh.

Goodnight, Guy.

You are a perfect gigolo.

Where did you get the idea you
say goodnight to a gigolo?

Why, what do you mean?

Don't act so dumb.

Guy.

Guy, you can't go in there.
That is my bedroom.

My dear lady.

Where do you expect a gigolo
to go this time of the morning?

Oh ..

Oh get up. You will get ..
- I'll get to heaven.

Maybe. But with housemaids knees.

Get up. I hate to see a woman on
her knees unless she is scrubbing.

Please go.
- Like this?

Put on your clothes.
- I threw them out the window.

Please.
- Come along.

Come along. I will give you a practical
lesson on used to be called sin.

Oh, Donnie.
- Come on.

Donnie, save me.
- I am here, darling.

Do I have to stop and
thrown that dog out?

Donnie, kill him.

It would be a pleasure.

I will get you for that.

No, no, no!

What are you yelling about?
That is the way he came in.

Come along.
- No.

No!

No.

No, no.

No, no.

What's the matter, Venice?
What has happened?

Something awful.
Come on, let's get out of here.

[ French language ]

Those Americans.

Goodnight, Venice.

You were swell.

Everything is going to work out alright.
- Thanks.

You were a perfect gigolo.
I almost feel like kissing you.

What could I do?
I would have to stand it.

You are horrid.

Pardon.

Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Hello?

No. Miss Muir is not in.

I don't mind lying to these foreigners.

That is convenient.

Yes. But they are not all foreigners.

Well.

How about the last night
at the bicycle races?

What comes out of a chimney?
- Santa Claus.

Then your wish and my wish
will never be broken.

Yes? I'll see.

It is Mr Wainwright, Miss.
- It is Donnie. What will I do?

Well, talk to him.

Hello?

Donnie, Venice.

Donnie Wainwright.

Hello, Donnie.

It's nice to hear your voice too.

Don't lie too much.
- It isn't a lie.

What?

I would like to see you sometime.

Oh.

I am sailing a week from tomorrow.

Oh, I am sorry.
- Don't tell too much truth.

Just a minute please.

He is leaving a week from tomorrow.
- Good.

But I want to see him once.

Well, invite him to Rene's party.
- Should I?

Sure.

Hello Donnie?

Would you like to go to a party
with me a week from tonight?

Well ..

That would be great.

Alright.

Goodbye.

It's funny that dame
is busy all the time.

What is the difference?

I promised Lola on a stack of bibles ..

I'd take Venice out at least a
few times while I was in Paris.

Yeah.

If I go home and say I haven't even
seen her she'll never forgive me.

Where is she tonight?

Probably with a bunch of old fogeys.

Well, don't try to stick me with her.

Gee I wish I could get out of this.
I'll probably be bored to death.

Why don't you tell her you are drunk?

Hello?

It is Mr Wainwright, Miss.

Hello?

Hello Donnie. Come on up.

Yes. I have almost finished dressing.

I'd like to have a quiet
little talk before we start.

Okay, I'll be right up.

It's on alright.

We start with a nice quiet little talk.

After that, I suppose just quiet.

Yeah, you need a rest.
- Maybe.

See you about twelve.
As soon as I can get away.

Okay.

I still think the bicycle races are more
interesting than the polo matches.

In the bicycle races
they have no horses.

I am sorry I brought it up.

Service, Monsieur.
- Merci.

Hello Nora.

Miss Venice will enter in a moment.
- Thank you.

Good evening.

I am Guy Bryson. You are ..?
- Wainwright. Donald Wainwright.

Santiagos, Howell - Mr Wainwright.

How do you do.

A cocktail?

Yes. Thanks.

What do you make of this grand ball
Rene is putting on for Venice?

My guess is it's a pretty
picture he's painting for her.

'You see my love'.

'You will be the chatelaine of
all US of A if you marry me'.

Do you think she will?
- I hope not.

I don't know. He is supposed
to be a pretty good bet.

And a title. Vicomtesse.

Plenty of women would go for that.

However, I suppose Rene hasn't much
of a chance while I am around.

Just the same, I have never
liked him as competition, Guy.

The trouble with you Argentines
is lack of confidence.

That is why you lost the war.

What war?

I don't know. Any war.
What war were you in?

Another cocktail, Mr Cartwright?

Wainwright. Thanks.
- I'm sorry.

You living in this place, Paris?

No. Just here on a business trip.

Sailing tomorrow.
- Good, good.

I mean, I hope you have
a pleasant crossing.

Thank you.

We are charmed.
- You're prompt this evening, my pet.

Didn't I dress carefully?

You are divine. Perfectamente.

Where do these Spanish learn
all these pretty speeches?

I'm not Spanish. I am ..
- Oh, Jupiter.

Must we go through that again?
- Venice.

Hello Donnie. How are you?

Fin thanks, Venice.
- Try these?

Have you met Mr Bryson, Mr Wainwright?

Oh, yes. He has met me.
- You are a capable person.

These men who are so capable
of unimportant details.

They are generally lacking in ..
- I know the answer to that one.

Venice, I will teach you Spanish. Yes?

I'm afraid that Guy will break into the
middle of your speeches just the same.

Venice, what about that little talk?

Hey, how about getting started?

I'm ready. Just a moment for my wrap.

Nora.
- Yes, Miss?

Thank you.

Now let's see. How many are there?

Without a doubt I've the biggest heart
and the thinnest overcoat in the crowd.

So I suppose I'll have to sit
up front with the chauffeur.

Oh no. You have ..

You have a cold. You can't.

Well, Carl might.

Well, no. Carl has a cold too. He can't.

It will kill me but I will
gladly do it for you.

Oh no. South Americans
can't stand the night air.

Alright. I am healthy.

Would you mind, Donnie?
- No.

You'll pardon me if I shut this window,
won't you? We might get cold back here.

Hello Rene.

Hello Guy.

Hello Rene.

May I present Mr Wainwright.
Viscomte de Thernardier.

How do you do.

A special privilege to welcome
any friend of Miss Muir.

Unless her friend wishes
her to return to New York.

Truly, Viscomte. New York
is pretty lonely without her.

You don't need to tell me.

Don't believe a word he said.
It didn't even know I'd left.

Venice, don't you remember?
I was down ..

I was at the boat when you sailed.

Oh, were you?
- Yes.

That's right.

Let's go somewhere and talk.
- Alright.

Venice, don't forget
the next dance is ours.

No. I won't.

Well.

I guess the only place I can talk to you
would be while you are taking a bath.

I can't take a bath here.

And you are sailing in the morning.

Quit kidding, will you.
I have to talk to you.

I wouldn't kid you. Donnie.
You know I don't know how.

Oh no?

You have got lovely hair.
Where did you get it?

I've had it for years.

I thought you wanted to talk to me.
- I do. Alone.

Venice. Venice, this is our dance.

You will pardon us.

Maybe we will be seated
together at dinner, Donnie.

I see that ..

Thanks to the League of Nations now.

There will not now be a big ..

Merci, Rene.

Oh, you promised me to dance with me.

I did.
- Will you excuse us?

Excuse me, will you. I have to talk to
somebody at the other end of the table.

Hello Venice.
- Hello.

I wish Santiagos would get out
of here so that I can talk to you.

Why Donnie, what are you doing here?
- Just taking a little walk.

Hello Donnie. Having a nice time?
- Yes, thanks. The next is ours.

Alright.

Thank you.
- Thank you.

Excuse me.
- Uhuh.

First, what say we go out
for a walk and have a talk?

Hello Venice.
Where are you straying to?

Out into the garden.
- Great. I need some fresh air myself.

Coming along, Wainwright?
- Thanks.

This Tango was to have been ours.
- So it was.

Excuse us, Guy?
- Certainly.

I thought you wanted to talk to me.
- Well, I do.

Gee. I never could do this accursed
tango, much less talk at the same time.

Never mind. I can't
dance it very well either.

You are a liar.
You always dance beautifully.

What's happened to you?
- Nothing.

Won't you drive to the station with me?
- Oh, I couldn't.

Why?

I don't know. I just couldn't.

You have a brilliant party, Rene.

Do you think Miss Muir is impressed?

I hope so.

Because she really has money.

I made sure of that.

And she seems a charming girl.

Darling, you must marry her. You must.

I know.

Rene.

Rene, you won't ever
fall in love with her?

Of course not, darling.

It's terrible to need money.

I am so sorry to have to
ask you to return it, Rene.

But if I don't put it back
my husband will find out.

I know, dear.

But I should really like to go
to the station with him, Guy.

Well, I know but ..

But I ..

'Listen to his tale of woe
but don't get in his carriage'.

I shall be very coy.

That's the rough idea.
The effect I wish.

Thank you, Pygmalion.
- Not Pygmalion.

He fell in love with a wooden girl.
- She wasn't wooden. She was novel.

No she wasn't.
- Yes, she was.

She wasn't.
- She was.

She wasn't.
- She was.

Was she?

Oh, silly.

Well Rene, is there no escape from you?

Hello Rene.

You seem elusive to marriage, Venice.

Only tonight, Venice?
Why, you brazen thing.

Well, I've got to see a man
about an upside-down drink.

Au revoir.

Let's go on the terrace, Venice.
It's rather hot here, isn't it.

Alright.

You seem unusually gay
tonight Rene and rightly so.

It's a lovely party.

Only because of you.
- Of me?

Yeah. Hello Spaulding.
This is Wainwright.

Have them take my things down
to the boat train, will you.

I am sorry. I won't have time.

Okay. Thanks.

What is the matter, Rene?
A few moments ago you seemed gay.

Is something worrying you?

No. I am merely serious.

Oh.

Venice.

Do you love Guy?

No.

Then he loves you?
- No.

A boy and a girl inseparable.

You do not love?

Why, there's nothing strange about that.

I cannot understand American women.

Perhaps that is the reason
I am so in love with them.

We must keep you pretty busy, Rene.

There are at least fifty million of us.
- Yes. I know.

I think this is quite the loveliest
place I have ever seen.

It is an empty setting.

It needs a jewel.

I hope she will be very
lovely when you find her.

She is. More than lovely.

Venice.

Will you do me the honor to marry me?

Rene.
- Venice.

I can't.
- Why?

I don't love you.

I could teach you that.

No. I am not that way, Rene.

Please, Venice. Please.

Believe me, Rene. I am honored but ..

But it is impossible. I am sorry.

I am very sad.

Don't be.

Please don't.

Perhaps tomorrow, no.

But tonight, I cannot help it.

You go now inside, Venice.

I will follow.

[ Gunshot! ]

What was that?

It sounded like a shot.

Well, I hardly dare hope that somebody
has murdered your friend Guy Bryson.

Oh, Donnie.

I've got something to tell you
and it is very hard to say.

Well, say it.

When are you coming home?
- Pretty soon.

Why not come with me now?

Are you serious?
- Never more serious in my life.

Sober?
- As a judge.

Well.

What about Anne Duryea?
- Oh, I was a fool. I knew that.

The moment I saw you
last night I knew it.

You liked me before you
came over here, didn't you?

I don't think that is a very
diplomatic question.

Alright, I will withdraw it.
- Well, I'll answer it.

I did like you, Donnie. Terribly.

Don't you now?

Well .. I don't know.

Wait until I get home.
- I'll wait.

You'd better get aboard.

Promise to hurry home and me?

Is it possible that you are
proposing to me again?

Yes I am. Won't you answer me?

Get on.

But Venice.
- I'll hurry home.

Cable me.
- Yes, I will.

Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

I'm glad I found you, Venice.

Rene shot himself just after you left.

Rene?
- Yes.

I wanted to get to you
before the reporters did.

I am sorry, gentlemen.
But Miss Muir can't possibly see you.

Naturally she is prostrated.

She's asked me however, to keep her name
of this mess if it's humanly possible.

Pardon, Monsieur. Do you mind
if I use the telephone please?

Certainly not. Go ahead.
- Thank you.

You are not calling New York?

No. I am calling the newspaper.

Alright.

You can see how embarrassing
it would be for Miss Muir ..

To have her name under one
of the headline reading ..

'Viscomte kills self for unrequited
love of beautiful American girl'.

Why, it would be terrible.
- Well, we could shorten the headline.

If it would be a help.

You wouldn't use headlines like that?
- Oh no.

Oh no.

Hasn't Miss Muir a
statement of some sort?

No, she hasn't.

But she couldn't help it
if she didn't love him.

Could she?

Actually, could she?

You boys will do everything
you possibly can, won't you?

Sure.

That's great. Now come on.
Let's have a little drink before you go.

Oh.

This is terrible. Terrible.

No it isn't. It's fine. Dandy.

Guy, Rene was a charming person.

Even though he was a fortune hunter.

If I was Rene I'd rather have the
paper say I died for the love of you ..

Than because I was bankrupt and ..

Owed money to a married woman and
all the whole sordid mess he was in.

Rene was a glamorous fellow.

You should be grateful his death
leaves glamorous memories of him.

You said you wanted to
be an interesting lady.

I want to forget all about it.
- Not a chance.

I want to go home.

And have a good cry, huh?

Well, I'll take care of the errands.

And another thing.

Don't let any man fall in
love with you on the way over.

And remember.

You're very easy to fall in love with if
you give any man a chance to know you.

The key to your room, Miss Muir.
- Thank you.

And don't throw away your red flannel
underwear the minute I leave this boat.

By the way, I had
better get off this boat.

Goodbye, Venice.
- Guy.

Sail with me.
- No.

I'll throw away my red flannel
underwear if you don't.

You wouldn't.
- Yes I would.

Then I'd catch my death of
cold and you'd be sorry.

Stop will you. You are
going to make me cry.

Goodbye, my pet.
- Guy.

Bon voyage.

Guy. Wait.

What?

Guy, please sail with me.
- No.

I'm afraid.
- Afraid of what?

You're going home to your Donnie.

And incidentally, I'd make him
do something about that name.

No fooling, Guy. Please sail with me.

No.

Yes.
- No.

Please.
- No.

Please.

Oh, well ..

Alright, I will.
- Grand.

Have you got an extra shirt along?
- Yes. Lots. Come on.

Miss Muir. Miss Muir.
Would you give us a statement?

How do you feel about Mrs Bryson's
suit for 'alienation of affection'?

She wants a quarter million.
- What's that?

Are you Guy Bryson?
- I am.

Are you worth a quarter
million to Mrs Bryson?

Guy, what does he mean?

Mrs Bryson filed suit in Superior
Court this morning for $250,000.

For 'alienation of affection'.
- Who alienated what?

Mrs Bryson is suing Miss Muir.

Why, that ..
- Guy, please.

Who are your lawyers, Miss Muir?
- Please.

Give us a chance to talk this over.

Mr Bryson will give you a
statement later. Come on, Guy.

Guy, are you married?
- In a way.

Why didn't you tell me?
- I never thought of it.

I didn't want to think of it.
We'll talk.

There is only one more.

And you won't find anything
in that one either.

You can run along now, Guy.
I will be alright.

Don't worry, Venice.
I'll take care of the suit.

It will be a pleasure having two suits.
- Not for me.

Hello, Mr Bryson.
You will come to my party tonight?

Well, I ..

Yes. Thank you very much.

Pleasant meeting you.
- Thank you.

Goodbye, my pet.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye, old man.
- So long.

Glad to have met you.

You certainly have him well trained.

Yes. Haven't I.

How is Jerry?

Our engagement is to
be announced tonight.

You'll be the maid of honor.
- Good.

Donnie the best man.

Betty, Jane. Helen.
- How is Donnie?

Alright. He said you cabled him.

I telephoned him this morning.
He couldn't make the boat.

Of course. He will call you later.

Miss Venice, have you the other key?
- Oh, yes.

[ Telephone ]

Hello?

Just a minute please. I see.

Miss Muir on telephone.

Well, tell her I am out.

Hello?

He say he not home.

No! You fool.

Oh .. thank you.

One moment please.

Mr Bryson is waiting on
the other phone, Miss.

Thank you, Nora.

Hello, Guy.

I've just been reading the papers.

Isn't it terrible?

Don't worry about them Venice.
It will be alright.

Please take my word for it.

Take your word?

Ha! I'd feel sorry for that hussy if
she took your word for anything.

Take your word?

Who are you flattering?

Yourself.

She didn't take your word. She took you.

Just a minute.

Keep quiet a moment.

Just one moment and then you can
yell at me for the rest of my life.

Why, you ungrateful,
sadistic, fiendish ..

Please, darling. You insisted I
call Venice. Won't you keep quiet?

'Venice'.

How could a girl get
a name like 'Venice'?

Well, her father and mother spent their
honeymoon in Venice. That's how.

Venice?

Mrs Bryson has agreed
to withdraw the suit.

Yes, She is a darling.

So don't worry. That's a nice girl.

So she's a nice girl now, is she?

She's a good for nothing ..
- Now listen you.

If you think I am going to ..
- Do we stay together or do we not?

Abuse. Abuse.

Just five minutes after I forgive you.

Will you step in the next room while
I finish this phone conversation.

What are you going to say to her?
- Simply goodbye.

Then alright.

I don't want to listen anyhow.

She nauseates me.

But don't lie to me.

I've never lied to you.

Well, at least I have never caught you.

If you would wash your hair you
wouldn't have to scrub that brush.

Hello Venice.

I'm sorry. I was interrupted.

What?

Yes. I am leaving with
my wife for California.

Yes. I love her very much
and I will be okay.

And so will you.

They can't stop you now.
Just be yourself.

Alright.

Well goodbye, Venice.
Oh, Venice. By the way.

Will you tell your friend Lola that
I can't get to her party tonight.

Alright.

Goodbye.

Au revoir, my pet.

Hello Venice.
- Hello Louise.

How do you do?

Hello. See you later.
- Uhuh.

Good evening, Venice.
- Good evening.

Good evening, Venice.
- Hello Venice.

Venice I have appointed
myself a committee of one.

Why, Venice Muir. Hello.

I'm dying to talk to you, Venice.
- How exciting.

You sound as though I
had been gone a year.

So much has happened.
- Who did you come with tonight, Venice?

I came alone.

I did.

And what's more, I had better get
downstairs and find myself a beau.

Hello.

Come along, Venice.
Everyone is crazy to see you.

Why? Most of them have.

I am glad to be back.

Will you have this dance
with me, Venice?

No. A little later.
- Fine. Thank you.

You really didn't stay in Venice?
- Don't tell anyone.

Say Venice, how about that dance now?

In a little while.
- Alright.

Ellen, how nice to see you.

Fancy seeing you here.

Well, a bad penny always turns up.

Are you going back soon?

I think not.

When you do, mind you give
London a whirl next time.

Pardon me.

Surely.

Donnie.

You have simply got to
stop chasing me this way.

How are you, Venice?

Well, I think I am alright.
- Good.

By the way, I am sorry I got
home too late to call you up.

That's alright, Donnie.

Well.

Shall we dance?
- I'd love to.

Venice. Isn't this our Dance?

If this is I am sorry.
Perhaps a little later.

You should not have done that.

No, Donnie. I shouldn't have.

Another later Venice, I hope?

Of course, Donnie.
- Hi Donnie.

Hello. See you later.

How about a little drink?

I need something.

Venice.

May I have this dance?
- I'm sorry. A little later.

About that new biography of Noguchi.
- Uhuh.

I've read it since. I enjoyed it a lot.

It was great. It reminded me of ..

Would you mind waiting here a
minute? I will be right down.

A pleasure.

Donnie.
- Yes?

Whatever is the matter?
- Nothing. Why?

Answer me. Why have you been
avoiding me all evening?

I danced with you.

That was very generous of you.
I was grateful.

There's no need to be sarcastic.

I thought you would be glad to see me.
What's changed you?

It's a case of mistaken
identity, Venice.

I thought you were one sort
of a girl and you are another.

Don't be so cryptic.

You won't like what I'm going to say.
- Well, way it anyway.

I don't particularly approve of a girl
who leads on a married man who ..

Gets the chap into such a state that he
kills himself when she turns him down.

Oh.

It wasn't really like that.

Oh no?

What was it like then?

Well, Guy Bryson and I had a ..

Well, a sort-of an arrangement.

It wasn't an affair.

Rene was a fortune hunter.

He wanted to marry me for my money.

He killed himself because of an
unbearable debt to a married woman.

Well, you had your piece
nicely thought out anyway.

What do you mean?

I am not a child.
Don't treat me as if I were.

Don't you believe me?
- No.

I wanted to marry you in Paris
and this thing hit me pretty hard.

You liked that I suppose?

Donnie.

Why not lay off me until I
get my perspective back?

Then, if you are still interested
we might be playmates.

You won't be lonesome in the meantime.
- What are you saying?

Don't suddenly go innocent on me.

No. Nor innocent on myself.

That is more important to me.

I've made one mistake. I'll grant that.
- Everybody makes mistakes.

Mine was in idealizing you.
I wonder why.

You'd be bad luck for any girl lest she
sent you to a fortune-teller every day.

When you start thinking for yourself
you are really quite stupid.

Playmates?

Kindly inform me when you move in.
- People who live in glasshouses ..

People who live in glasshouses
shouldn't live in glass houses.

I will walk, Collins.
- Yes, Miss.

Venice.

There was no particular reason why
you had to walk out of Lola's party.

People will think you are mad.
- Like his nerve?

What?

You are dense, not deaf.

It's a relief to know we
speak the same language.

We don't.

Well, how much longer do you expect
to keep up this idiotic pretence?

If it is truly idiotic
it fits the occasion.

But we are not getting anywhere.
- Good.

Well, I had a right to be upset.

This chap Bryson certainly
seemed friendly.

I couldn't get as word
in with you in Paris.

Then he hugs you on a station platform
even before I'm out of sight. Why?

Because I liked it.
- I don't believe you.

You're not the sort of girl who
can do that sort of thing.

What sort of thing?
- Well, have affairs.

What was your arrangement with
Bryson anyway? What was he to you?

A lover.
- Oh?

A lover.

And I lured Rene to
his death deliberately.

I did it on a bet.

You're a menace to society, aren't you.
- Yes. May I drop you here?

No. I have things to talk over with you.
- Well, I am not interested.

You ought to be, seeing as
it concerns your marriage.

Indeed?
- Yes.

I've decided I'd better marry you now.
Before you get any worse.

Well.

I suppose I should be very thrilled.

A lady with my past being
offered the refuge of ..

Holy matrimony.

And you?

You must feel very noble.

It is a wonder your waistcoat
can stand the strain.

Well, just this once I think it can.

Gee. Marriage is an
appalling thought, isn't it?

Sometimes I wonder if I can stand it.

You can stand it?
- With you I mean.

You're so hard to know, Venice.

I don't mind when I am young
being married to a stranger.

But when I am old.

The Intimacy might seem a little
immoral if I don't know you very well.

You would rant about morals. You.

Did you give her back her key or
did she have new ones made?

I don't know. I never used it.

Much.
- Why?

Didn't it fit?
Or did you change the lock?

I don't know.

You've told me all you don't know.

Now tell me something you do
know. That oughtn't to take long.

I love you, Venice.

I have wanted to kiss you
for such a long time.

Kiss me and let's be officially engaged.

Do you think If l marry you ..

There's a chance I'll make you totally
miserable for the rest of your life?

An excellent chance I should say.

Then kiss me. If that's the start.

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