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- I'm Tony. How are you? - Hi, nice to meet you.

- This is my girlfriend, Shelley. - Hi. How do you do?

Your set... I don't understand, you know, why...

But clearly, Richard...

Richard, say, kudos. Wow, that was... Oh, thank you.

You found some essential truths in that staging.

Yeah?

Absolutely. Clearly it's about Vietnam.

He suffers from suburban existential...

It's about whatever you want it to be about.

Richard, we loved the play.

Thank you. You understood it, huh?

- Perfectly. - I'll talk to you later.

- All right. - What did you think?

You aced it. You aced it. You did a good job.

This is, uh... I'm sorry. I don't know your name.

Pam. Pam.

- Pam? This is Shelley, my girlfriend. - Hi, Shelley. Hi.

Hi. How are you? I'm Richard, and I'm thirsty, so

we'll talk to you later. Bye-bye.

Oh, boy, look at... Hi, Dan. How are you?

Kudos. That was a fine, fine play. Really. Absolutely.

- I'm afraid I don't know... - Mike Neeley, Chicago Alternative.

Hey, Shelley, I gotta go talk to this guy, okay?

- What is happening? - This is for you, from all of us.

Hey, Shelley! Oh, thank you. Shelley, look at this.

Wait a minute. What happened here? Did everybody sign this?

- Yeah, everybody signed. - Oh, fabulous. Thank you.

You guys are too much. Where'd you sign this?

I signed it inside.

Good, I got some news.

There was an agent in the house tonight,

and he says he thinks this play

might be good enough for Broadway.

Yeah, I know. We'll just keep our fingers crossed.

I don't know. Come on. Let's all have some cake.

Penelope, that's great!

Okay. Let me give you some.

Now, look, I think the thing that we ought to do here is not...

Everybody get a piece? Here you go. Let me trade you that.

We got more coming around. I think we shouldn't cut the mask.

- You know, we save those for later. - Those faces are nice.

Just leave 'em like that till next time. Hmm?

Come back to me.

Who was she?

- I never saw her in my life. - What'd she give you?

My God.

Oh, my God.

Is this a party or what? Let's have some cake.

Yeah.

How was the play? Did you enjoy it?

Are you all right?

- Aha! - Aha, what?

- Aha, where ya goin'? - I'm going on a trip.

- Where? - I have no idea.

What about the play?

Well, it isn't done.

Okay. When will it be done?

- I don't know. - Oh, my God.

Richard, there are people waiting for that play.

- Jill going with you? No, - I don't think so.

We broke up.

The White Sox are at home tonight,

for a Comiskey Park game against the Yankees.

The Cubs are just beginning a west coast swing...

- How long will you be with us? - Uh, just tonight.

Fine. If you'll sign in here, sir.

Sure.

Arthur, 313, please.

- Have a pleasant stay. - Okay, thanks a lot.

- Thank you. - This way?

This your first time here, Mister, uh...

Collier. Yeah. For some reason, I never got around to coming here.

I always heard how nice it was though.

Oh, when was that?

Oh, about eight years ago. See, I used

to be a student up at Millfield College.

Yeah. The students come here

now and then to enjoy the restaurant,

and the rooms.

It seems to me, I remember

they had a graduation prom here

back in, uh, '47, was it?

Oh, really? You been here that long?

Why, I've been here since 1910.

19107 - Uh-huh.

Came here with my parents when I was five years old.

- Really? - My father was a desk clerk.

I used to drive him crazy playing ball in the lobby.

He got so mad at me sometimes, I'm lucky I lived to be six.

Three, George.

- Got yourself a nice view here. - Let me see.

Oh, great.

Okay, let's see now. Here you go.

Thank you, Mr. Collier.

If there's anything I can do for you, just let me know.

My name's Arthur, and I live in the bungalow behind the hotel.

Okay. Thanks a lot. See ya around, Arthur.

Have we ever met before?

Have we ever me... No, no, I don't think so.

No. No, I'm sure we haven't.

- Have a nice stay here, Mr. Collier. - Okay. Thanks a lot.

- Sir? - Uh, yeah. When do you open?

In about 40 minutes, sir.

Forty minutes?

Yes, sir.

Oh, yeah. Why don't you try this one on?

Arthur. Hi.

Yes, Mr. Collier?

Arthur, you know, in the Hall of History

there's a photograph... a young woman. There's no nameplate.

Yes, that's Elise McKenna.

She was a famous actress in her day.

Starred in a play in the hotel theater.

I-I'm sorry. D-Did you say there was a theater here?

Uh, down by the lake.

Really? When was this play done?

Oh, uh, 1912,

19127

Hey, Arthur! Arthur. Hi. Listen.

Could you take my luggage and put it back in my suite?

Great. Thanks a lot.

And can you tell me where the nearest library is?

In town, right past the church.

Great. Look out. Thanks. Terrific!

Thanks a lot. See you around, Arthur.

Yeah.

"McKenna." Yes.

Oh, my God.

"One of the most revered actresses on the American stage,

for many years she was the theater's greatest box office draw.”

"Under the guidance of her manager, William Fawcett Robinson,".

Elise McKenna was the first American actress

"to create a mystique in the public's eye."

"Never seen in public in her later years,"

apparently without an offstage life,

"the absolute quintessence of seclusion."

Um, excuse me, do you have any theater biographies

that aren't in the racks under the rare books or magazines?

Well, we do have some magazines,

but they're in the back, and I'd have to find them and...

Oh, could you do that for me, please?

Well, all right.

Thanks. I... I'm in the back.

- Okay. - Great.

Here you are.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Yes? Uh, hello, yes. M-Miss Roberts?

Yes. Hi.

Uh, my name's Richard Collier,

and I just read your book on famous American

actresses, and I really enjoyed it a lot.

- What is it you want? - Information about Elise McKenna.

What sort of information?

Well, you see, I'm a playwright,

and I was thinking about doing a play based on her life.

- I'm sorry. - Ma'am, please. Please don't.

This is not for a play, Miss Roberts.

This is something very personal.

I don't understand.

Where did you get that?

Well, she gave it to me, ma'am,

at the opening night of a play that I wrote

at Millfield College about eight years ago.

That watch was very precious to her.

She never... never left it out of her possession.

It disappeared the night she died.

She died that night?

Won't you come in, please?

Thank you.

I have some things I've been saving for the theater collection.

It's the costume from one of the plays she was in.

Miss Roberts, what was she like?

When I knew her, she was kind and thoughtful,

but... she was just too much within herself.

She... She seemed empty somehow.

Well, she wasn't always that way, was she?

Oh, no, not at all.

People who knew her when she was young said

that she was quick and bright and full of fun,

strong, willful, not at all the way she was later.

What made her change?

I don't know, but the change

seems to have taken place about 1912,

after she performed in a play at the Grand Hotel.

That was her manager, William Robinson.

Was he really as strange

as you seemed to indicate in the book?

There was something strange about their relationship.

Oh, wow, look at this. Hey.

- May 1? - Of course.

This is incredible. This guy, Finney...

He was my philosophy teacher at Millfield.

- Really? - Yeah.

She read that book over and over.

She had that made.

What is it?

That's my favorite music in the whole world.

I don't understand what's happening.

- Doctor Finney? - You'll have to walk with me, young man.

I have another class. What's your name?

- Collier, sir. Richard Collier. - Student?

Uh, yes I was, nine years ago.

Well, I try to make my classes interesting. But nine years?

- What can I do for you? - I have a question for you, sir.

- Shoot. - Is time travel possible?

That is a question.

Let me tell you something... Richard, is it?

Yes, sir.

I was in Venice in 1971

staying in a very old hotel.

But I mean, very old

the structure, the furnishings, everything.

The atmosphere was aged, if you follow me.

And my room... I felt as though it was

a century or more earlier than 1971.

- You understand? - Yes, sir.

So, in other words, then, the location is very important.

Not all-important, but essential.

The rest is here.

One afternoon, I...

I was lying down in that room,

all the sights around me a part of the past,

even the sounds I heard,

and I conceived a notion.

What, I asked myself,

if I attempt to hypnotize my mind?

Suggest to it that it isn't 1971,

but 1571.

I closed my eyes,

and fed a suggestion into my brain.

It's August, 1571.

I am in the Hotel Del Vecchio.

And I spelled out the details for myself,

and did it over and over,

and again and again and again.

And?

Well, I'll never really know, Richard.

I've never done it since.

And I'm not sure I... I'd want to do it again.

I felt exhausted afterwards, completely washed out.

And if it really did happen,

I was only there a fraction of an instant, remember.

A flicker.

Yes, sir, I understand that. But you were there.

I thought so.

Oh, it was imperfect, granted.

How would it be otherwise?

There were objects around me

that were clearly from the present,

and I knew they were there.

Oh, if I were going to try it again...

Mind you, I have no such intention.

But if I did,

I would disassociate myself entirely from the present.

Move everything out of sight

that could possibly remind me of it.

Then, who knows?

Whoops. Sorry. Hey.

- Hi. - Hi, how do you do?

Listen, do you have 1912 money?

I mean, very specifically 1912.

Aha. That's it.

All right. Here we go. What is it?

Yeah, not too bad. Yep. Yep. Yep. Yep.

That's looking all right.

Ah, good evening, Miss McKenna.

You don't know me, but you will.

Evening, Miss McKenna.

You don't know me,

but you will.

Okay.

It is June 27, 1912,

Oh, boy.

You are lying on your bed in the Grand Hotel,

and it is 6:00 p.m. in the evening of June 27, 1912.

Your mind accepts this absolutely.

It is 6:00 p.m. on June 27, 1912.

Elise McKenna is in this hotel at this very moment.

Her manager, William Fawcett Robinson,

is in this hotel at this very moment.

Now, this moment, here,

- Elise McKenna and you... - God, how stupid.

That's not very bright.

Both in the Grand Hotel on this early evening,

- 1812! - On June 27, 1912,

6.:00 p.m. on June 27, 1912.

- Elise McKenna and you. - Good-bye.

Elise McKenna, now, in this hotel.

She and her company are in this hotel at this very moment,

even as you lie here on your bed

in the Grand Hotel on June 27, 1912

6:00 p.m., June 27, 1912.

The stage is being set,

for their performance tomorrow night.

Your mind accepts this absolutely.

It is 6:00 p.m. on June 27, 1912,

You have traveled back in time.

Soon you will open your eyes,

and you will walk into the corridor,

and you will go downstairs and find Elise McKenna.

She is in the hotel at this very moment.

Damn it!

- It's no question - in your mind. - Now. Now.

- It is 6:00 p.m. on June 27, 1912. - Now. Now. Now.

That which you think becomes your world.

Your mind accepts this absolutely. It is June 27, 1912.

It has to happen.

You know that now. You know it.

It has to happen.

There is no question.

You know it.

It has to happen.

Relax. Accept.

Relax and accept.

Shut up!

- Yeah, not bad. - Great.

Hey, look at these pictures.

I'll bet they're a hundred years old if they're a day, huh?

- Look at this furniture. - Isn't that nice? Yeah.

It's gorgeous. What a place, huh?

- It's dreamy. - Yeah. You like those?

- Oh, it's beautiful. - They're yours.

I bet this is all crystal.

You suppose it is? Oh, yeah, it must be.

Look at the rest of the place. It has to be.

Look at here, the original picture.

Yeah, but look how much they've been today.

It's beautiful.

Arthur!

Arthur? Arthur?

Arthur?

Arthur! Come on, wake up.

Hi. Arthur, I'm really sorry to wake you up,

but you're the only one that can help me.

Listen, you know those things

in the Hall of History display case?

Where did they come from?

Is there a storeroom or something?

Arthur, please, where did those things come from?

The, uh... The attic, Mr. Collier.

Oh, shit.

Come on.

Here we go.

Twelve!

"McKenna."

Yes.

I was there. I was there.

It is 6:00 p.m., June 27, 1912.

- There is no question in your mind. - Wait a minute.

- It is 6:00 p.m... - Of course.

Room 416. Room 416.

9:18 tomorrow morning.

9:18, 9:18, tomorrow morning.

Believe.

Believe.

Believe.

Believe.

1912, 1912, 1912,

1912.

Oh, my God.

I made it.

Oh, brother.

I made it.

I made it.

I'm back.

- Are you ready yet? - No.

I don't know why you act in such a manner.

Indeed, I suspect you do not.

And what am I to make of that remark?

What you will, Rollo. What you will.

Are we to have this maddening exchange

each and every time I notice the existence

of a female other than yourself?

Notice her existence?

Oh, that scarcely describes your rapt appraisal of her every inch.

- "Rapt appraisal of her..." - You just don't love me anymore.

- Oh, Maude. - Oh, Christ.

I'm going to lie down for a while.

- That's a good idea. - Great idea.

I've had enough of this constant bickering.

I'm not gonna discuss it.

That's what you always say to everything... "I will not discuss it."

- That's your answer to everything. - Oh, I'm not...

Unless you come to your senses,

I shall leave without you.

Excuse me. Did you see someone just try to get in here?

Yes, some young chap. Ran that way.

I'll be damned. I'd better report that.

Indeed, you'd better, sir.

I'd have reported it myself if I'd known that there was...

Good afternoon, Miss McKenna. You don't know me.

Yes, good afternoon, Miss McKenna.

Fourteen, 15, 15.

Good afternoon, Miss McKenna. I've just come 68 years.

May I please speak to you?

- Yes? - Yes, monsieur?

Um, is Miss McKenna here?

No, I'm afraid she's not.

Could you tell me where she is?

I'm sorry. I have no idea, monsieur.

Strike one.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Getting out?

Not inside, Arthur.

- Are you Arthur? - Yes, sir.

Here you go.

Arthur, not inside.

Madame, may I remind you I do not regard her so.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I say, I shall have her!

Not in my life, you shall not!

That's pretty good.

A yearly stipend, shall we say, payable by the month.

Whatever you desire,

I guarantee you satisfaction!

Be out of here within two hours after the show's over?

That's impossible. The man's insane.

Nevertheless, that's what he wants.

You know Robinson.

I wish to God I didn't.

If he's that anxious to get out of here,

let him doff his fine coat and help us tear down the set.

What?

Sorry. Uh, have you seen Miss McKenna?

You have a message for her? Give it to me, and I'll see it reaches her.

As for our precious Mr. Robinson...

- Madam, I do not so regard her. - Yes, you do.

And you shall not marry her.

And I say, I shall have her.

Not in my life, you shall not.

Damn it, Cecily. It's not your place to say.

Desist! Good people, this is a comedy, not King Lear.

Let's not bury the playwright before his time.

Excuse me!!

I'm terribly sorry to bother you.

I wonder if you know where Miss McKenna might be.

Very well, very well. Let us take it again.

From the beginning.

A yearly stipend, shall we say, paid for by the month.

Whatever you desire.

Hello.

Take it again, Madeline.

Why not put her on the scale and sell her by the pound?

May I speak to you, please, Miss McKenna? May I...

May I please speak to...

Miss McKenna... Uh, no, no.

Elise, may I... Whoo, boy.

Miss McKenna.

Good afternoon, Miss McKenna.

- Uh, I'm, um... - Flustered, my sweet?

Qu'est-ce que c'est?

Never seen an act rice en déshabillé before?

I'm-I'm looking for Miss McKenna, please.

Most likely walking by the lake, my dear.

Thank you.

- Oh! Sorry. Excuse me. - Watch it, sonny.

Is it you?

Is it?

Yes.

- Are you all right? - Yes, yes, I'm quite all right.

- I'm sorry if I startled you. - No, you didn't startle me.

I think I did.

I'll take you in to dinner now.

May I speak to you, please?

Anything the matter?

Who was that young man?

I've no idea.

He gave no name?

There was hardly time.

You were conversing, McKenna.

No.

Well, not really.

No, no need to look back. He's following us.

Uh, keep on walking. I'll be right along.

Are you a guest here, sir?

You're Robinson.

Are you a guest of the hotel?

Uh, yes. Yes, I am.

Then I must ask you to stop annoying Miss McKenna any further.

If you do not, I shall see that you're put out.

What did you say to him?

Oh, what I've always said to men of his sort.

That gown of yours in Act II...

I'm not crazy about it, you know.

It'll have to be redone.

Warn Marie that I shall discuss it with her later.

Good evening. Reservations for four under Woods.

Woods. Woods. Yes.

Monsieur, what time was the reservation for?

8:00 p.m.

Monsieur, may I help you, please?

I'm dining with Miss McKenna. Thank you.

- Uh, good evening. - How are you, sir?

I told you, we should have gone to "Poughpeepskie."

- Poughkeepsie. - "Poughpeepskie."

And I just won't discuss it any further.

It isn't the lines at all. If only these actors would...

Isn't he the nincompoop who thought he could do Hamlet last season?

Oh, mon chéri, we meet again.

Yes, hello.

I so admire a man not hidebound by the dictates of fashion.

- Ma'am? - That suit.

I haven't seen one like it for a decade.

A decade?

Yes. Oh, still looking for Miss McKenna?

- Yes, in fact... - Over there.

- Thank you. - A bient6t.

What do you think you're doing?

Dancing with you.

But we don't even know each other.

I know everything about you.

Yes, I'm sure you do.

What do you mean?

- If you will excuse me... - N-N-N-No, you don't understand.

- I think I do. - No, no, please, please don't leave.

You have no idea... no idea how far I've come to be with you.

There's no need to be afraid of me, you know.

The man's an intruder.

Will you kindly see to it that he is escorted from the premises?

If you will, sir.

One moment.

I shall go with him.

McKenna.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Don't worry, William. I shall return momentarily.

Thank you so much. I was so embarrassed...

- Your name, please? - Uh, Richard Collier.

- Your place of residence? - Chicago.

- Your occupation? - I'm a playwright.

A playwright.

Yes, but I'm not here because of...

And you say that you know everything about me.

- Well, yes... - Which is patently absurd.

You couldn't possibly know everything about me.

We've never met. You're a complete stranger to me.

But, then, why did you say, "Is it you?"

I don't have to answer that.

I know you don't. I wish you would though.

What is the matter with him?

He's just looking out for me as he has always done.

Well, why is that? Do I look dangerous?

Wait, wait.

When can I see you again?

I don't know.

Gardez la ligne, Marie. Gardez la souplesse de la ligne.

- And have it ready by tomorrow morning. - I'll do my best.

Smiling, McKenna?

Seems appropriate.

A rather handsome young man, if ill-mannered.

- I'll keep an eye on him. - I'm sure you will.

Is he the one, William?

Is he?

Only you can tell for certain.

Now, tomorrow night's performance.

Remember, stay ahead of them.

Keep the mystery. Always mystery.

Excess within control.

Sleep well, McKenna.

[Grunts] All right.

Who is it?

Richard Collier.

Good morning.

Um, you sleep all right?

Wonderfully.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't sleep too well either. Uh, but I was on a porch chair.

- So, you know... - Don't you even have a room?

Uh, yes, I will at 9:18. Room 416.

I mean, would you like to go to breakfast?

At 6:00 a.m.?

Oh. Well, later?

I don't eat breakfast on performance days.

Oh, no. Of course not. Um, lunch?

- Mr. Collier! - No, no, no. It's not Mr. Collier.

- Isn't that your name? - Well, yes, that's my name, but I...

What?

Marie. She's sleeping in the other room.

- Marie? - My maid.

Ooh. I'm sorry.

Well, of course my name is Mr. Collier.

But I was hoping you'd

call me by my first name, Richard.

Why should 1?

I don't know. Just hoped you would. [Laughs]

- When can I see you today? - I shall be rehearsing all day.

- All day? That's crazy! You can't... - Shh! You'll wake her up.

Will you walk with me? Can you do that much?

I can't.

Young woman, if you do not walk with me, I shall go mad,

positively insane and do crazy things to myself.

Walk with me. Please.

Say, "Richard"... That's me.

"Thank you. I would love to walk with you,

and talk with you and get to know you,

and not be afraid of you and resolve everything."

Say yes.

Yes.

One o'clock.

Outside the hotel.

She's crazy about me.

Can I persuade you to join me?

Where are you from, Collier?

Chicago. Where are you from, sir?

I'm given to understand that you're a playwright.

You understand correctly.

No doubt you dream of seeing Miss McKenna

in one of your opera.

That's plural for opus. I presume you've written more than one?

Mmm. And seen them produced.

Really?

I'm not entirely unacquainted with the achievements

of the American stage in the past decade.

- Perhaps I've seen one? - No, I doubt it.

I also doubt very much that I shall

ever see one graced by Miss McKenna.

You don't really believe that's why I'm here, do you?

Why are you here? Is it money?

I don't think you really believe that either.

There is a law, Collier.

I warn you, I will not hesitate to make avail of it.

Oh, yes? On what charge?

- The matter's concluded, sir. - No.

Oh, yes. You may depend on it.

- Good morning, sir. - Good morning.

Uh, excuse me. Arthur.

Forgive me again, sir.

I'm very sorry, sir.

Ah, that's quite all right. I'd like a room, please.

Oh. Uh, don't you have one?

Uh, well, I was rather ill when I arrived

last night, so I stayed with a friend.

- Ah, I see. - Mm-hmm.

You do have a room, sir?

- Oh, yes, yes. - Thank you.

One single, $3.00 a day.

Bathroom privileges extra.

Would you care to sign the register now, sir?

Um, e-excuse me.

I-I'm sorry. Are you sure this is the right room?

The right room, sir? I-I don't understand.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Beals. That room is reserved.

Forgot to put a notice in the slot.

I'm very sorry.

Right. Shall I sign?

Would you, please?

Excuse me.

Let me just finish that for you.

Grand Hotel.

- Uh, 9:18. Mm-hmm. - I'm sorry...

Thank you, sir.

- Bingo. - I beg your pardon?

Oh, nothing.

Uh, w-which room is your luggage in, sir?

Um, it's no problem. I can get it later myself.

Thank you very much.

See you around, Arthur.

- Morning. - Morning.

Astonishing.

- Hello. - Hello. You look lovely.

- Thank you. Shall we? - Certainly.

- Sorry I'm late. Complications. - No.

- What did you do to your face? - Shaved.

New blade wasn't quite sharp enough.

I shudder to think what you'd look

like if the blade were any sharper.

Oh, no. I don't believe it.

Gotta give him credit. He's like a bulldog.

Would you like me to speak to him?

Wouldn't do a bit of good.

I think I know what would though.

Wait for me!

Mr. Collier, it isn't easy being a successful actress.

Over the years, I...

I found it necessary to protect myself.

So understand, please understand

that I'm even with you today, when...

When we only met last night.

Why did you say, "Is it you?"

I was expecting...

Me?

Someone.

Who?

Tell me.

I think you'll laugh.

- Why? Is it funny? - In a way.

William told me you were coming.

- Robinson? - Yes.

He knows somehow.

He really does.

He knew a lot of things before they happened

my career, my...

He told me that

one day I would meet a man who'd

change my life.

Did he tell you that man would be someone to be afraid of?

Yes.

And what do you think now?

Do you... Do you believe that?

No.

You're obviously not.

That's beautiful.

What is it?

That's Rachmaninoff, from the Rhapsody.

Hmm. I saw him with the Philharmonic once.

I love his music, but I've never heard this piece.

Really? Well, I'll introduce you to it sometime.

I'm sorry we had the carriage so long. Thank you.

See that guy's face?

They're gonna hang us for horse-napping.

Stick out your tongue.

Stick out your tongue.

- Why? - Oh, no.

The most peculiar moment in my life, Mr. Collier.

I think you'll survive it, Miss McKenna.

What time is it now?

Um,

4-30.

Well, I must be getting back.

You have to? Can't you stay a little longer?

No, I have to rest a while. The play.

The play.

It's lovely.

Where did you get it?

It was given to me.

Well, shall we?

So, when's the company leave?

Tonight.

Where are you going?

Denver.

Well...

Well, thank you for a most pleasant afternoon.

Could we talk just a little longer?

- I really should rest a while. I... - Please.

Very well, then. Just for a moment or so.

What did you want to talk about?

No.

Oh, my God.

Oh, what's happening?

McKenna?

McKenna?

Come in.

I think you'd better go.

Have you been waiting all this time for our return?

This is hardly the time for discussion, McKenna.

Have you?

Yes. Does that surprise you?

- Our relationship is strictly business. - Strictly business?

I'm involved with you as an actress, Mr. Robinson, not a doormat.

Do not attempt to wipe your boots on me.

Richard.

I shall leave a ticket for you at the theater door.

Excess within control, McKenna?

AU revoir.

- Good evening, miss. - Not good at all.

Particularly bad.

- I'll not go downstairs again. - Oh, what is it, miss?

I've just been dining

with the man my father is determined that I wed.

- Ooh, Banker Harwell. - Banker Harwell, yes.

All 67 years and five-foot-four of height,

and several hundred pounds of him!

He does have money though, miss.

And never lets a soul forget it.

I'm amazed he has the least desire to marry.

He's so happily wedded to his gold.

Perhaps he won't be all that bad, miss.

There must be something you like about 'im.

Yes, his absence.

The man of my dreams has almost faded now.

And what man is that, miss?

The one I have created in my mind.

The sort of man

each woman dreams of in the deepest,

and most secret reaches of her heart.

I can almost see him now before me.

What would I say to him

if he were really here?

"Forgive me."

I've never known this feeling.

I've lived without it all my life.

Is it any wonder, then, I failed to recognize you?

You've... brought it to me for the first time.

Is there any way that

that I can tell you how my life has changed?

Any way at all to let you know

what sweetness you have given me?

There is so much to say, I...

I cannot find the words,

except for these...

"I love you."

And such would I say to him

if he were really here.

What, in God's name, were you doing?

Nothing.

Nothing? Rewriting the entire first scene?

- I got it back on course. - Elise, can you hold a moment.

We've just got to take that photograph.

Very well. Just a moment, I have to change.

Quickly!

And a little flourish.

Yes, yes. Very pretty. Very pretty.

Just one moment. Here we go.

I'm just going to focus on that lovely...

Oh, yes, yes, yes! I'm just going to put in the plate.

One moment. There we go.

A little smile, please. Oh, not-not quite.

Perhaps if you think of something happy or bright.

Yes, that's it. That's it. Hold it.

Perfect! Absolutely perfect.

I say I shall have her!

Not in my life, you shall not.

- Mr. Collier? - I am the one who loves her!

For you.

Neither do you.

I can provide her with life's enrichments,

rather than the riches of life.

Are you sure of what you're saying?

I think an old song says it best.

Do you have any notion how many years...

I have been with Miss McKenna?

Since March of 1903.

March, 1903. That's correct.

She was 16 at the time.

There she was on that dingy stage

in that pathetic play.

Total radiance.

It only took seconds for me to realize

exactly what she had to be.

Mrs. Robinson?

Do you actually believe that I have nurtured her,

cared for her, molded, taught,

developed her for all these years,

merely to groom a wife?

What, then?

A star.

Only someone with the limited awareness of your age

could possibly conceive that my entire passion for this woman

is no more than physical!

Are you incapable of understanding that

she has it within herself to be one of the greatest,

if not the greatest actress of her generation?

I owe you an apology.

What?

I understand you now.

You have nothing but the best motives in mind for her.

- And you... - But so do I.

Of course, she'll continue to act,

she will continue to grow,

and she will become everything you want her to be.

- With you at her side? - Yes.

With me at her side.

- Never. - My God.

You really think you own her, don't you?

Collier, I know who you are.

Ever since you came here, I've known from the start.

You came to destroy her.

God, you're out of your mind.

- No more. - No more?

- One curtain call? - The audience will be furious.

What has she done?

- Marie, did you find him? - No, Miss McKenna.

- Did you try his room? - He wasn't there.

- What did they say at the desk? - They have not seen him.

- He left no message? - No, I'm sorry.

This makes no sense at all.

What could have happened to him?

Marie!

Marie, help me change quickly.

Wait, Marie.

Thank you, Marie.

Your performance in Act I...

I must say was somewhat eccentric.

Where is he? What have you done to him?

I've done nothing, McKenna. Mr. Collier has left.

- That's all. - What do you mean?

Gone

from the hotel,

and your life.

I don't believe you.

I must admit,

he was somewhat more charming

than others that we've encountered in the past,

you and I.

A trifle more sincere, perhaps. Still...

Then he was not the one you spoke of?

No.

Then you were wrong about him, weren't you?

You were wrong.

I love him,

and he's going to make me very happy.

Do you understand?

I love him.

What difference can that make now? He's gone.

I'll find him, William.

Don't you dare try to stop me.

Now, if you will excuse me while I change.

Of course.

May I remind you that we leave within the hour.

Thank you.

Elise!

Elise?

Elise?

Sir?

Are you all right?

- The company... Are they gone? - Company?

Damn it. The ones who did the play last night. Are they gone?

They left as soon as they were packed, sir.

Oh, come along, Arthur. We'll be late.

Richard!

- You all right? - Yes.

- I thought I lost you. - Oh, never.

Never, never, never!

You will marry me, won't you?

- Sorry. - You won't?

Sure.

I was just laughing at the way you asked. That's all.

- For one moment there... - What?

I thought you had a wife and children back home somewhere.

Oh, Elise.

I want to be everything to you.

You are.

You are.

Tell me more about yourself, my love.

- Well... - What sort of plays do you write?

- Um... - Are there parts in it for me?

- I could... - I would love to act in one of your plays,

assuming that I ever want to act again after tonight.

You will.

Oh, Richard.

Good plays.

- What? - I write good plays.

I never let you answer, did I?

Sorry.

- What time do you think it is? - I don't know.

I don't care. I love you.

Oh, don't look. Fine.

- It's 5:00. - Really?

- I don't feel sleepy somehow. Do you? - No.

- The first thing I intend to do for you... - You've already done.

- The second thing, then. - What?

Buy you a new suit.

I don't understand. Nobody seems to like my suit.

- Well, can you blame them? - Wait a minute.

I think my suit's terrific. I mean, what's wrong with this?

- So what if it's 10 years old? - Oh, at least 15.

Fifteen?

Well, I think it's fabulous.

Look. Let me show you. It's a really great suit.

It's first-class condition. The sleeves fit.

That's pretty good for me, 'cause

my arms are about nine feet long.

And it's got pockets everywhere.

I could pull rabbits out of here.

Oh, yeah. This is the best part. This is

a special coin compartment for emerg...

Richard?

Richard?

Richard.

Richard! Richard!

Richard!

Richard!

The $8 million in several loans from those banks

will carry the payroll accounts for at least the next two...

There's been an oil spill in Lake Michigan.

The coast guard says...

2,000 gallons of thick sludge.

The oil slick has been spotted about three miles east of Navy Pier.

It's moving slowly towards shore.

When that ship is identified, its captain will face a heavy fine,

and possible jail sentence.

WJJT.

How's traffic?

And the road conditions are pretty good today.

You really shouldn't run into any problems.

Except at the inbound Kennedy at Jackson.

There's a three-car accident with injuries

right at the center of the roadway.

Now traffic is backed up from Ohio to Jackson...

No. No. No.

No! No!

June 29, 1912,

It's June 29, 1912. It's Ju... Oh, God.

Please.

June 29. I'm back.

I'm back. Oh, God...

June 29, 1912,

No.

Mr. Collier?

Are you sure he's in there?

Well, the maid says he's been in there for days.

Are you all right, sir?

Use the passkey.

Mr. Collier?

Oh, my God!

- Let's get him on the bed. - All right, easy.

- Careful, careful. - I got him.

Better take his legs.

All right. Got it. Over here. Okay.

Easy.

Operator? Get Dr. Paul up to Suite 313 right away.

Looks like he hasn't eaten in a week.

You better send for an ambulance.

I'll call one right now.

What a shame. If I'd only known.

Operator? Get an ambulance.

- He is gonna make it, isn't he? - I don't know.

They're on their way. How is he?

We're gonna need some oxygen.

We've got some downstairs. I'll get it right now.

Keep him warm with this blanket.

Such a fine man.

What a shame.

Wonder what happened.

We've got to keep him going until they get here.

Gladys, this is Arthur again in Mr. Collier's suite.

We've got to get that ambulance here right away.