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Strange how the wind of change blew across

my heart since I met you.

Strange how the seeds of change

made the laughter start where tears

once grew.

We played the game, so many played to kiss and love.

Another day, but those in love can't run away forever

and ever.

Miss Corman, have you reconsidered my invitation for tonight?

Mr. Bauer, I do not care to have dinner in your apartment.

I think you'll find my place fascinating.

I collect unusually interesting items. Like salesgirls who are afraid to lose

their jobs?

Now, Miss Yardley is being married.

That will leave an executive opening in merchandising. Now, as personnel

manager, it is my decision as to who will replace her.

A subject we might discuss tonight over...

Vintage wine, soft music.

You find my touch repugnant?

No, it's just that I haven't had my tetanus shot.

Hi, Carol. Hi, Marcia.

You have a sharp tongue, Miss Corman.

And with it, you have just cut off any opportunity you will ever have for

advancement.

Squashing one bug is not the answer to pest control.

This town is overrun with Mr. Bowers. Back home, we set traps for things like

that. You know, every day, hundreds of you out of town Cinderella's come

pouring into New York, expecting to meet Prince Charming at the corner bus stop.

Do you know who you run into at that bus stop?

12 other Cinderellas with the same idea.

Oh, honey, put away the fairy tale. There never was a Prince Charming.

Sir Lancelot probably had acid indigestion.

My knight in shining armor is named Lester.

He's 42 and his mother still calls him Sonny.

Good night, Mr. Hunter. Good night.

Good night. Good night.

Good evening, Mr. Hunter. Good evening.

Good night, Mr. Hunter. Good night, Miss Borey, Miss... Corman.

Good night.

Mr. Hunter, nice man.

But ask his wife.

Maybe he snores.

They all have faults.

I'm not looking forward to Lester's mother living with us.

But I'm realistic.

I'm 33, and he's the last gas station before I hit the desert.

Here's your humidor, Miss Borey.

What's it doing here?

I just picked it up at the engravers.

It was supposed to go out on the 4 o'clock delivery.

Tommy, I promised the customer. Look, it says Rush Special.

Don't yell at me, Miss Borey. I'm getting drafted tomorrow.

I need all the love and affection I can get.

Love you'll get from your sergeant.

I gave the woman my word it would be delivered today.

To my darling, thank you for two wonderful years.

I delivered it myself, but I'm going over to Lester's house tonight.

His mother hasn't been feeling too well.

Where does it go?

E64th Street?

It's on my way to French class. I'll drop it off.

You're a dove.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I hope Lester's mother's better.

Ever since we told her we're getting married, she's been bedridden with joy.

Could you tell me what apartment is Miss Muriel Laszlo's? 14B. Thank you.

Just a minute.

I'll get it, honey.

Miss Laszlo ordered this humidor. It came back from the engraver too late for

the last delivery truck, so I thought I'd drop it off.

Thank you, Miss Corman.

You're welcome.

Come in.

Sit down, please.

Ms.

Corman, I've always prided myself on my ability to spot an employee

who has executive potential.

This potential is sometimes brought to your attention under the most unusual

conditions. But you know immediately this person will go far in your

organization. You sense intelligence, initiative, dedication.

Most important,

discreetness.

That quality above all. In the business world, Miss Corman, the executive who

says nothing is known for his wisdom.

Mr. Hunter, there's no justification for a promotion.

All I did last night was deliver a package to a customer's apartment.

And the customer's name?

A Miss Laszlo. Miss.

And who opened the door?

You did.

A married man?

You just happened to be there drinking a martini.

In a dressing gown with an unmarried woman? What conclusion would you draw

from that?

You don't like drinking alone?

I have a wife. Why don't I drink with her?

Now that we've established my guilt, I think you will concede that promotion is

a proper subject for discussion.

Not under these conditions.

I would be accepting a bribe to remain quiet.

Miss Corman, I always search for honesty and integrity.

It's unfortunate to run across it at this particular moment.

Couldn't you find it in your heart to be just a little corrupt?

Mr. Hunter, my continued presence in this store will

make you feel uncomfortable.

I think it best that I resign.

And you would, too.

Miss Cohen, I'm sorry that my offer had to arise under such unusual

circumstances.

But there is an opening in merchandising.

And you do have character, integrity, and principle.

It'd be interesting to see if an executive could survive with such

handicaps.

I really wish you would reconsider my offer.

Think about it, please.

Yes? Mr. Henner, Mr. Bower's on line one.

What is it, Bower?

Mr. Hunter, on the vacancy in merchandising, there's a Miss Hennessy.

who has great potential.

I'll be interviewing her later.

I should have a recommendation by morning.

Mr. Hunter!

Hold on, Bower.

What is it?

I've thought it over. I'll take the job.

No wonder she turned me down.

Everett, isn't that the blonde that was in Gifts? Yes.

Miss Corman has had a remarkable career, considering she's only been here three

months.

Of course, it's easy to climb the ladder of success when your boyfriend owns the

ladder. You mean Hunter, and... I didn't notice any executive abilities, but I

only see her between nine and five.

Obviously, she has talents that emerge only...

After hours.

Mrs. Hunter.

Mrs. Hunter!

Harry has a mistress.

I said my husband has a mistress.

Aren't you shocked?

Just got back from Rome.

Nothing could shock me.

No comment.

Well, obviously, this is no time for congratulations, particularly to the

wife. Are you sure?

Have you seen the girl?

No, but a wife can sense it.

It's his attitude when he comes home. He just sits there and smiles.

That's a belligerent attitude?

When we were first married, I could infuriate him with a word. I was able to

reach him.

He just sits there and smiles? It's maddening.

He stays away two nights a week. Says he sleeps at the club. Business.

Says it's too late to catch the last train.

Maybe it's true.

Too late to catch the last train. When we were first married, he'd walk those

25 miles to get to me.

Mary, that was 12 years ago.

You know, they say in baseball and marriage, the first thing to go are the

legs, you know?

Harry's not the mistress type.

You know, I spent four years in the army with him, and he was even too shy to ask

a girl for a date.

Maybe marriage has matured him.

Oh, ask him.

Harry's never been a liar. I wouldn't degrade myself. My attorney will ask him

that question.

Your attorney?

You'd spend $20,000 for an answer you could get by just simply turning over in

bed and tapping your husband on the shoulder?

You mean on those rare occasions when I find him there?

Mary, I was best man at your wedding. Now, let me talk to Harry.

After all, what's the role of a best man?

To help head off the divorce.

Heaven knows I've tried to be a good wife, to make a comfortable home for

him.

I've refurnished it three times in the past five years.

I spent hours every day shopping for clothes to make myself attractive.

I've even denied myself children to keep my figure for him. I know how vain men

are about their wives.

Twelve years of sacrifice, and what do I end up with?

Every penny he's got.

Harry. You didn't answer the question.

Why is it the only time a wife knows how you feel is when you feel it for another

woman?

Are you surprised?

A little.

You disapprove?

Harry, I'm a bachelor.

I just go to the USO dances.

I can't sit in judgment on the combat troops.

Now you're getting the idea about marriage, old buddy.

There's a war going on out there in the suburbs.

Do you want to know what life is like in those split-level trenches?

I'm a casualty. I'm one of the walking wounded.

But according to Mary, you're spending a couple nights a week at a first-aid

station. Yeah, I knew you wouldn't understand.

Harry, 12 years ago, I saw you and Mary leave that wedding chapel hand in hand,

having just vowed eternal love.

Now, tell me, what turns those people into bitter enemies?

Maybe it starts the first time you come home 20 minutes late for dinner and your

wife greets you at the door with those welcoming words.

The meatloaf is cold.

Your first instinct is to say, if it's cold, reheat the lousy thing.

Instead, you apologize and you say, you love cold meatloaf.

That cold meatloaf you eat is your Munich.

You've said peace at any price.

It's when you light a cigar in the living room and she sniffs as though

you're polluting the air.

Rather than contaminate this delicate flower you've married, you go out and

finish the cigar on the front lawn, like a dog who's being punished for soiling

the rug.

Maybe the first night she uses the ultimate weapon.

You walk into your bedroom, and there on the night table next to her stands the

aspirin bottle with a grim message.

Have headache.

Don't touch.

What do you do?

Don't touch.

You curl up in the fetal position and you pray for merciful sleep.

And children, children, she won't even discuss it. I always wanted a child, and

if it were a boy, H, H, Hunter, and son.

I guess that's how it starts.

There are no violent scenes, no drawn knives or blazing guns, just a thousand

little frustrations.

And suddenly, one night, you find yourself with a perfect stranger.

Who brings you the happiness you didn't have with your wife?

When your marriage isn't going well, the last thing you look for is another

woman. How come it's the first thing you find?

How come?

You know,

it all happens quite innocently.

A new girl comes to work in the store.

Casual good mornings, a chance drink, an occasional dinner.

Slowly, slowly there's a revelation.

A woman who has only one concern.

Your happiness.

Did you work hard?

Are you tired?

Are you hungry?

Somehow the meatloaf is never cold.

She lights my cigars.

And no aspirin bottle?

You really found happiness with this girl?

The difference between a wife's, ah, you're home, and a woman with love

saying, you're home.

Do you know what that means?

Harry, the fighting was started by an unfortunate remark.

Someone said I now pronounce you man and wife.

The battle rages on for ten years, and the soldier deserts in a barrage of

aspirin and cold meatloaf.

Then he finds refuge in a high-rent foxhole.

Now, is that the act of a, well, a coward or a man of courage?

I don't know.

What do you think it is?

Harry, it's your war. I can't tell you how to fight it.

Dave! Hey, Dave!

Dave! I haven't seen you at the club. Where have you been?

Rome? The firm's setting up a branch.

How are the girls there?

Planning a trip?

No. Then why torture yourself?

How does our domestic crop hit you?

Harry picked himself a good one, huh?

Her?

How would you like to have that, Detective Troublestone?

Beats an analyst.

I'll see you at the club, Wally.

Right.

My, what an attractive man and such a friendly smile.

So that's heaven to Harry.

Oh, I wish he'd say something.

Why is it the wrong men always start conversations?

Not bad looking, but I wouldn't leave home for her. When he leaves this

elevator, you'll never see him again.

You say something.

Pardon me. Yes? Do you have the time? No.

It's ten after five.

That was brilliant.

He must think you're an idiot.

Harry didn't say she was bright.

Just now got headaches.

The first night that you walked into French class,

I said, this is the girl that I want to see Wu play with for the rest of my

life. Roger, I've enjoyed taking French lessons with you.

And I like going to concerts and museums with you.

But that's as far as it goes.

You're like one of the family.

But that shouldn't rule out marriage.

I mean, husbands are often thought of as one of the family.

Roger, uh, I don't love you.

Carol, marriage is a serious subject. Now, you mustn't drag in emotional

issues.

See, in the insurance business, we deal in cold facts and research.

We are a good marriage risk.

Statistically, we will be in the upper third economic level. We will have 2.7

children.

Roger, I'm not questioning your figures, but... I don't want a

.7 child.

I don't want a marriage blessed by a slide rule.

It is an emotional decision.

We have never tested your emotional reaction to me.

We never kissed.

You might experience that thing that you call love.

Shouldn't we research the possibility?

That seems fair.

Someday, you'll find a girl who'll be happy to be the mother of your 2.7

children.

Is anything wrong?

I think a very good friend of mine is making a serious mistake.

He may be trading in a woman who gets headaches for one who gives them.

Harry? Yeah?

I've had martinis all over the world, and I can safely say yours are the

worst.

Every time you have something unpleasant to say, you always soften the blow by

insulting me first.

Harry. What is it, old buddy?

That's the fifth time?

That's the fifth time you've said Harry.

If you can get by that mental block, I have a feeling there's something you

want to tell me.

Harry. Six.

All right. This girl that lights your cigars, you know, and keeps the meatloaf

warm.

You want to tell me about her?

How do you describe a saint?

Usually they're dead.

Now, a saint she ain't, so throw me a few of her mortal qualities.

Honest.

Loyal.

Selfless. Devoted.

Dedicated.

Understanding. You've never met anyone like this.

I don't think you have either.

And I pity the wife of a man who thinks he has.

Sloan, you're cynical.

No, I'm overwhelmed.

I don't think you can feed a disbeliever too much religion at one time.

Her understanding.

It's Thursday, one of the nights I see her.

Mary's mother is here for a visit. I have to be home.

When I called to tell her, did she complain?

Never. Oh.

She chokes back a sob and says, be nice to your mother-in-law.

Exactly. Now, with my mother-in-law, is that understanding?

I'm humble.

Now, let's kick around a few of those other virtues, like loyalty, huh? The

nights you don't go to see her.

How does she fill those empty hours?

Let's take last night.

Oh, that's a good night.

Last night, she stayed home, washed my bathrobe, and pickled a jar of tomatoes.

She stayed home last night and pickled tomatoes for you? She knows I love him.

She lives to please me.

Now you're beginning to get the picture? Very.

The pickling, you know, the store used, that just about convinced me. Pickling.

Pickling for you. You still have reservations.

Yes, you do. You do. You do. All right. Let me tell you a little about her

background.

Born in a Pennsylvania mining town.

Alcoholic father.

Overworked, neglected mother.

Then one day the mother runs away with a salesman.

The good people of the town find a place for her to live.

A home for girls.

That circle marks her room.

Ran away when she was 15.

push over for the first guy with a kind word, who happened to be a pool hustler.

Left her after three months.

Worked as a car hop, second-class nightclubs, learned life the hard way,

but refused to let it drag her down.

Went to night school, got a job here.

With all the ugliness she's seen, there's still no bitterness.

There's only one thing left, one thing missing, Harry.

What's that?

Christmas Eve.

A lonely little girl, running through the snow, looking into the lighted

windows of happy homes, sadly wondering how God could forget her.

Let her tell you about that night. I know, I know. You're asking me if she's

worth it. Well, you find out for yourself.

Harry, it's your life.

Call her. See her. Talk to her.

She is a saint, David.

Go to, uh, visit the shrine so you can throw away your crutches of disbelief.

It's him.

Well, if it isn't the saint herself.

Washing his bathrobe, pickling tomatoes.

And you're getting away with it.

How often do you get a second chance?

Don't let it slip away.

Maybe I ought to get to know you a little better.

Well, do something.

Have a convulsion. Maybe he'll notice you.

Have you any plans for tonight?

Just a convulsion.

Wouldn't you rather have a drink?

Excuse me.

My name's David Sloan, and I find you terribly attractive.

Are you married?

You mostly involved with any other man?

Was there any other reason why you and I shouldn't have a drink together?

Let's go have a drink.

That way.

I'm convinced fate plays an important part in people's lives.

Normally I take French lessons every Tuesday and Thursday, but Mr. Broussard,

our teacher, took ill, so class was canceled tonight.

Do you believe in fate?

I'm beginning to.

When you smile, you look a lot like my brother, Tommy.

You have a brother?

Two. Two.

Tommy and Alan.

Tommy's an anthropologist.

Alan works for Central Intelligence.

Central Intelligence.

I have a confession to make.

In the elevator, I was hoping you'd start a conversation.

Very few girls would admit it.

Such honesty is rare.

Oh, honesty is just something you grow up with.

Well, back home in Montana.

I was born in Helena. Montana?

Mm-hmm. You were born in Montana?

Right. My father always said, plant a cabbage, grow a cabbage. The same with a

lie. Daddy had a high moral code.

He's a missionary.

Daddy's a missionary?

Mm-hmm. And mother?

She teaches music in a school for blind children.

Stanley.

And on Sundays, father would barbecue in the backyard.

And mother would make the salad. Then later, brother Tommy would play the

guitar. No, Alan played the guitar. Alan played it. Then you'd all sit around and

sing folk songs.

Taxi. Oh, David.

Could we go to a little hamburger place I know on 49th Street?

Somehow it always reminds me of Sundays back home. Well, I was thinking of the

21 Club, but if you'd rather... Would you mind?

Oh, no. I'm just unhappy that Alan won't be there to play the guitar.

And after you got out of Montana State College,

I paid Uncle Raymond a visit and stayed six years.

Brace yourself for this one.

And what did Uncle Raymond do?

He ran a jungle hospital in Brazil.

After he died fighting the epidemic, I came to New York.

Fighting the epidemic?

To die in the name of humanity.

How noble.

Such a rare combination.

So masculine, yet so sensitive.

If she has the guts to tell me a story like that, why haven't I got the guts to

hit her with that ketchup bottle?

Sloan and Curtis Security Investments, and you're Sloan.

Easy, easy.

Sounds very impressive. Well, in a way, we're like your Uncle Raymond in the

jungle, only our little hospital's on Wall Street, where, well, we nurse sick

corporations back to health.

You've been at the store two days in a row.

Is Mr. Hunter in any financial trouble?

Well, it's nice of you to be so concerned.

Well, there's so many people who are dependent on him.

Yeah, I know.

It's not critical.

He made one unwise investment, but I think we caught it in time.

My neighbor, Mr. Slotkin, is a traveling salesman. And when he's away, they leave

his laundry here.

Very attractive apartment.

I sublease it from a girl who went to Europe.

I've been looking for another place.

The other night, I saw an apartment at 355 East 64th. It was a dream.

Does Sloan and Curtis finance working girls who like luxury living?

You'd like to improve your present position?

If it could be arranged.

It would take the proper financing?

High finance.

I'll have to leave the details to you.

Oh, I'll take care of it.

Now that my future's in your hands, would you care for some coffee and cake?

Oh, I'd like to, but I have to go.

Why?

I have a friend who's in trouble.

He doesn't know it.

And I have to warn him.

You're the kind of man who would go out in the middle of the night to help a

friend.

David?

This has been a very special evening for me.

Me too.

Oh!

Mary's mother gave that to me as a present.

She trained it. She would show it photos of me and say, kill, kill.

Harry. No, not too loud. I think his collar's been bugged.

Harry, cradle that affectionate little creature in your arms.

Add a wing to your house so Mary's mother can be with you forever.

Will you roll up your sleeves so I can see the needle box?

Stop. Throw yourself at Mary's feet and beg forgiveness.

Season her cold meatloaf with tears of gratitude.

And that cursed aspirin bottle on her night table?

Let he who is without sin cast the first aspirin.

Drag out in the middle of the night to hear the ravings of a madman.

What happened?

I visited your shrine.

No shrine.

It's a medicine show. She's a monumental fraud.

That's vicious.

She's playing the old shell game, Harry. Only she's playing it with jars of

pickled tomatoes.

You need help, Sloan. Turn yourself in. Ah, she's scheming. She's clever and

ruthless. I'd turn that dog loose on you if I wasn't afraid he'd tear me apart.

Believe me, Harry, the first guy that comes along with a better offer, she'll

be pickling tomatoes at a new address.

You came across a lovely poem, and out of it you made something you see

scrawled on a men's room.

Make her a better offer.

What?

You're successful, you're charming in a sneaky way.

Make her a better offer.

Hey, don't involve me.

Don't involve the assassin.

You struck in the dark. You've destroyed the girl's character.

All I destroyed was a boy's fantasy.

To save a boy's marriage.

Make her a better offer. If she doesn't beat you to death with her tiny fists,

I'll go back to Mary, to her mother, and to that dog.

You'll really give it an honest try with Mary?

I'll make my peace with all three of them. I'll be a devoted model husband to

Mary, I'll try to get along with the Beast, and I'll even make an effort to

make friends with that dog.

My marriage is in your hands, old buddy.

It's one of our nicer apartments.

I'm sure your friend will be pleased.

Well, I think it's exactly what she had in mind.

You'd better take the key.

Oh, thank you.

And, uh... Oh, yes.

Good morning.

Oh, Miss Laszlo, Mr.

Sloan. Mr. Sloan has just rented an apartment for a friend of his. Oh, how

nice. I'm sure she'll be very happy here.

If there's anything she wants or just needs to talk, tell her to knock on my

door. Anytime.

How laborly.

I'm up very late, and it's nice to have company when you cry.

Miss Laszlo watches all the old pictures, and a lot of the actors have

passed away.

I saw a marvelous comedy last night.

The entire cast was dead.

Such a pleasant man.

What a shame he has an unhappy marriage.

He's a lot like Harry.

I could tell by that hurt look in his eyes.

He must have tried with his wife.

Really tried.

And now he's going to try with this Miss Corman.

And if Miss Corman puts on a little too much weight, he'll take that hurt look

to a more slender girl.

I know you had a bad experience, Thelma.

But you mustn't be bitter.

I gave that man 14 years of my life.

Then he got an appointment to the circuit court.

Right away he decided a judge shouldn't be touched by scandal.

Well, maybe it was a coincidence, but he didn't start worrying about scandal till

I developed back trouble.

The only nice thing you can say about men is they're all the same.

David!

No questions. It's a surprise.

Oh good.

I love surprises.

I'll just drive around.

You tell me when I'm getting warm.

355 East 64th Street.

Here it is.

It's lovely.

Marvelous view.

Wonderful terrace.

Pretty mirror.

Great bedroom.

Dining room.

And a modern kitchen.

I know you must love to cook.

I'm going to be cooking in the kitchen?

Well, take turns.

May I ask one question?

Mm-hmm.

You and I.

Here?

Carol, you know, every once in a while, two people meet, and there's an

immediate understanding.

Now, I could go through all the, you know, romantic formalities, but I don't

think you and I have to observe all the rituals.

Because we... We both knew what would happen.

But if you think that, uh... I'm taking things for granted...

I mean... Well, if you don't feel that way... Oh, but

I do.

And it's true, David.

I knew it from the beginning.

It has happened fast, but I know it's right.

We belong together.

That's all that counts.

I'll try to be the best wife in the whole world.

David, there's something wrong, isn't there?

Carol.

Tell me, what is it?

I wish I knew where to begin.

Whatever the problem, there's always a solution.

Believe me, I'm trying to think of one.

Well, let's walk.

That's what my mother and father used to do whenever they had a problem.

They'd walk and think, and pretty soon the answer would come.

It's only a matter of time. Time. Time.

Carol, I think I'm ready.

She was a gentle, delicate creature, full of life and love.

It was our wedding day.

It rained bitter and cold.

She had a fever.

But she didn't want to disappoint me or the guests.

Well, Edna was that kind of girl.

After the ceremony, I carried her from the church.

Her wedding chamber was... a hospital bed.

David!

David.

Her last words were... Promise me I'll be your bride forever.

I swore I'd never marry again.

It's been five years.

She always loved the sun.

Someday I'm gonna have her moved to the sunny part of the cemetery.

Edna, sleep well.

David, I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

When I mentioned marriage to you, it must have been an awful moment.

It sent a chill right through me.

I can only offer a woman comforts and luxuries of life.

But never marriage.

Carol...

I know how difficult it is for a lady of your moral code... to accept a

relationship like this.

If you're not there tomorrow... I'll understand.

Mr. Slotkin.

How are you?

Wounded. But still carrying my sample case high.

Don't ever try selling four-button Italian suits in Joplin, Missouri.

They're bringing your blue suit back Monday.

You know, if Lewis and Clark had carried a line of men's clothing, the whole

expedition would have been a flop.

They didn't like the suits. Fine.

They weren't even laughing at my jokes.

There are some people who think Rembrandt can't paint.

My wife, may she rest in peace, used to say the same thing.

Mr. Slotkin, why didn't you ever remarry?

I don't know.

You get used to one person.

Even the arguments we had, I'd feel guilty if I had them with someone else.

You miss her?

You try to keep busy.

There are some tough days.

Thanksgiving dinner alone.

I remember I spent one Christmas Eve sitting in Central Park.

I just hope I don't end up in an old salesman's home with a nurse who has no

sense of humor.

Yeah? Oh, thank you.

Good morning, Carol.

Will you be home for dinner tonight?

Nothing could keep me away.

Bet you that must have been a tough decision to make.

Must have been up all night wrestling with your suitcases.

Where are you going?

Phil, you can start raising funds to erect a monument in my honor.

What nobler deed can man perform than to reunite husband and wife?

I've heard of nobler deeds.

Hi.

I'm Muriel Laszlo. I live next door. I'm Carol Corman.

This is Smooley.

Oh, hello.

Oh, here.

Welcome to the building.

Well, thank you bread and salt it's tradition it means may there always be

food in the house That's a lovely thought Come on in

Can I help you unpack sure,

thanks I'm always up late watching

television If you need anything, knock on the wall.

Oh, I will.

I saw a picture last night. At the end, George Brent was going to jail for 20

years, and Kay Francis promised to wait for him. Now, that was loyalty.

I don't think any of the newer actresses would wait that long.

Oh, probably not.

Sylvia Sidney was another good waiter.

Oh, no.

Something wrong?

A woman can take all the closet space. She can even keep his shirts under the

bed. But that bottom shelf belongs to him when he comes in in the morning and

reaches for the shaving cream.

And gets a face full of hairspray.

Well, that's not good.

It's a bad way to start the day.

The bottom shelf is his.

It's tradition.

Like bread and salt.

May there always be a man in the house.

You know, it's funny. No matter how nice a man is, and there's no one nicer than

Harry, there's certain little things that irritate them.

Muriel, have I violated any other traditions?

Uh-oh.

What?

Does he smoke in bed?

I don't know.

Well, just in case he does.

Men are funny.

He'd drop ashes in your flowers and then you'd be irritated.

Well, that's not good either.

It's the worst way to end the day.

Anything else?

When he comes home at night and he's quiet, and you ask him what's wrong, and

he says nothing, never say, what do you mean, nothing, because he doesn't mean

nothing. It's something.

If he really had nothing on his mind, he'd tell you all about it.

Oh.

When I figure that out, I'm gonna try to remember it.

From the beginning, you've been determined to vilify this innocent girl.

Harry, this is one of the most painful duties I've ever had to perform.

Sloan, I'm ashamed to dignify this evil lie with a phone call.

When I hang up, I expect you to walk into the next room. And soon after, I

want to hear a gunshot.

Harry, she's moving.

Why don't you try Murray Hill 4, 7598?

Would you mind?

Oh.

I trusted her.

I believed in her.

Harry, hey, it's not the end of the world. Sit down. No, it's just a

girl you knew. It wasn't your wife.

That would have been easier. You don't expect as much from a wife.

Forget it. Go home to Mary.

Not before she learns what it means to cross Harry H.

Hunter.

Revenge! I'll get it for you tonight.

Tonight I'll get it for you. I can't wait to see her face when I tell her

what she is.

Don't give her the satisfaction of anger.

Act as if you're the one that's breaking it off.

Huh?

Yeah, send her a note.

Write her a note.

Send it by messenger.

A letter of termination.

Oh, that's right.

I'll break it off. Yeah, cold, formal, unemotional.

You... You... God, you... Raven.

You Craven, double-crossing, Jezebel, write this.

This is to inform you... This is to inform you...

That as of... That as of... Today... Today... That's D-A-Y,

not D-Y.

D-A-Y. That our relationship... Our relationship... Is terminated. Is

terminated. And good luck.

Good luck.

On any future.

On any future.

Relationship. Relationship. You may form. You may form.

Mm-hmm. Oh, I see it. That's good. That's good. I see what you mean.

Cold, unemotional, like firing an old trusted employee.

Now you're getting the idea. And then I go and tell her what I think of her.

She'll still figure she can have you to fall back on.

In comes the note. Oh, that's beautiful.

That's beautiful.

Oh, that'll destroy you.

David, only a cruel, sadistic mind could think of that.

Now you're beginning to appreciate me.

Hi.

I was just bringing these to your apartment.

What do you like best?

Roast beef, leg of lamb, or shrimp curry?

It's important. Pick one.

Leg of lamb. What?

Leg of lamb.

Carol is amazing.

She sensed that you would like leg of lamb. She's out shopping.

Now, you enjoy that dinner tonight because she spent two hours planning it.

Oh, who are you looking for?

Miss Muriel Asma. Oh, that's me.

Thank you.

This is to inform you...

That as of today, I am terminating our relationship.

And good luck on any future relationship that you may form.

I will always remember our association of the past few years with some

affection. I hope that you will reciprocate this feeling by not writing,

calling, or attempting to contact me in any way.

The rent is paid until the 3rd, but the gas and water will be turned off on the

1st.

You are welcome to consume any remaining foodstuffs, but please return my

transistor radio.

Sincerely, Harry Hubert Hunter.

Mr. Sloan, tell me this is a bad dream.

I wish I could.

We were so happy together.

After two years to be sent a note.

If you ever leave Miss Corman, don't tell her this way. Take her to the

movies and a Chinese dinner first.

Dave, old buddy!

What are you doing?

Mary and I are going on a second honeymoon.

And you did it all.

Wilhart!

You shouldn't carry anything as heavy as this.

What are husbands for?

Watch your footsies, Angel.

Hello, David.

Hi, Mary.

Have a nice trip.

What would a man say at a time like this?

Absolutely nothing.

It was my great-grandmother's.

The wagon train was on its way to Fort Merced.

They didn't think they would ever reach it.

Under the stars on an open plain, she pledged her love to my great

-grandfather.

That night in her diary she wrote, I am his.

Just as surely as though a thousand ministers had intoned our marriage vows.

I wanted to wear this the first night you came home.

David, I pledge you my love.

Do you like a drink before dinner?

Drink? Yes, a drink.

Three ice cubes, scotch till it covers the ice, a splash of soda, and a lemon

peel. I want to remember that.

Carol.

Oh, I left Hunter's today.

You quit your job?

Darling, my job now is to take care of you.

Make you happy.

I didn't know which paper you read, so I bought them all.

No starch.

I'll remember that.

David?

David, are you alright?

I'm in the tub.

You've been in there so long, I was getting worried. I'm dirty.

I had a cousin who fell asleep and almost drowned.

And don't use the electric razor in the water. You can electrocute yourself.

This is it, Sloan.

You gotta tell her.

I'll tell her.

Of course you gotta tell her.

So why the rush?

Tell her in the morning.

Sloan, you're a swine.

Tell her!

Yes, darling?

Get in that bed and tell her.

David?

What is it?

It's Edna, isn't it?

When I wore great-grandmother's wedding mantilla...

It brought back bitter memories.

A hospital, a promise to a dying girl, and now you feel guilty as though

being with me were a betrayal of that promise.

Talk about it, David.

It'll make it easier. Oh, no, no, no.

It's easier this way.

I respect you for cherishing a memory.

But you have done nothing to feel guilty about.

Not yet.

That trusting smile after she closed her eyes, it'll always be a barrier between

us.

Any barrier can be scaled if you have something to cling to.

Reach out, David.

Hold me.

Forgive me, Edna. She will.

Darling, she will.

But I could never forgive myself.

Oh, darling, what you must be going through.

I know how you're suffering.

It's torture.

You accepted that I can't marry. I can't ask you to accept this. Leave me, Carol.

Leave me.

But I love you. Night after night, the lie they're holding hands, it's inhuman.

I can't ask that of you.

How soon before your love turns to pity and pity to hate?

David, we'll work it out.

She'll always come between us. Give it a chance.

All I ask is a few days.

Just a few days.

And then, if you still want me to, I'll leave.

Good night, darling.

Why didn't you tell her in the morning?

Miss Corman?

Yes? We can arrange to move Mrs. Sloan to the sunny side, as you requested.

Thank you.

And will bill Mr. Sloan at this address?

Yes.

I'm sure she'll be happier there.

Edna, help David.

He mustn't go through life burdened by guilt.

He deserves some happiness.

Don't! Don't touch those rocks!

You want to break the spell?

I'm sorry.

You knew her?

For 20 miserable years, she was my mother-in-law.

Your mother-in-law?

When she died, she vowed to come back and get me. I picked this up in Haiti.

It keeps them from getting out.

You've broken the spell.

Stay in there.

We've lost him again.

Your shot, Dave.

Sorry.

Now, once upon a time, there was a carefree debonair bachelor who met a

very beautiful girl.

Does this story have a happy ending, or do they get married?

As the relationship developed, the man was not completely truthful with her,

and it disturbed him.

A bachelor's conscience is a woman's best friend.

Now, the girl's intelligent, very much in love, eager, and

the subject of marriage will never be mentioned.

And yet the man has seriously considered giving it all up.

I can forgive an attack of conscience, but never stupidity.

Now, in a spirit of fair play, the man has created...

Oh, an emotional problem.

But tonight, he's about to have a miraculous

recovery.

You miserable, treacherous, despicable... Oh, a little more to the

left and you'll get him right through the heart.

I checked the records.

His dying bride was 87 years old.

Oh, that did it.

A twisted, perverted mind that would make up a story like that.

Keep throwing.

It'll help. I work out on the judge's old bathrobe and I remember the things

he did. It's good therapy.

You're evil!

It's so hard to believe he seemed like such a nice man.

He's an animal.

A depraved, cunning animal.

Death to the beast!

Keep throwing until you work it off. Oh, they're all... the same, the judge, Mr.

Sloan, Harry.

Thelma, I will not permit you to speak ill of Harry.

Last night on that couch, I shed tears of pity.

I just don't understand. You slept on the couch and he... Jungle cunning.

Right.

He sacrificed one night.

After that, would I ever dare breathe the word... Marriage.

I think we can look forward to his having a miraculous recovery.

Barbarian!

Defiler of trusting women!

That's a good spot.

Welcome home.

To Carol, who in my darkest hour brought hope and understanding.

Thank you.

And now that I know, there's so much more I can do.

David, you're practically bolting your food.

Do you have an appointment?

No, I just feel like getting dinner out of the way.

You just relax while I do the dishes.

Why don't you do them in the morning?

Can't. It's my upbringing.

Father always said, never put off for tomorrow what you can do tonight.

Oh, I'll go along with Daddy on that.

Easy, easy.

David.

Carol.

Holes? Must be moths.

It's an Italian movie.

The soldier's been tragically wounded.

He wants the girl to leave him.

He doesn't want her to be denied a normal life.

She convinces him there's so much two people can share.

The sunset, the dawn, art, travel, music, companionship.

And it's true, David. It's so true.

Two people in love can survive any hardship.

As long as they're together.

Carol, do you believe in miracles?

Yes. Do you know where I spent the afternoon at the cemetery with Edna?

And I told her how much I needed you.

Suddenly there was a shaft of light.

It shone right through the trees.

Then I seemed to hear Edna's voice.

Carol, your hands are like ice.

I'm fine.

Go ahead.

She said while she waited until we were reunited, she didn't want

me to suffer, so it's okay.

Edna wants me to be happy.

Oh, David!

If only I'd known.

Known what?

That you'd come home with a miracle.

Why didn't I wait?

Wait for what?

Nothing.

I'm so ashamed.

Ashamed of what?

Nothing. Well, if it's nothing, tell me.

I can't.

It's too awful.

Carol. Please, David. Tell me.

Don't make me hurt you.

You were with a man.

I was thinking of you the whole time.

His face was your face. His arms were your arms. His lips were your lips.

Why?

To save our relationship.

You told me that desire would turn to pity and pity to hate.

And I did feel desire last night.

So you let another man make love to you?

I was only fighting for our happiness.

I didn't want to ever hate you.

Who was it?

A man.

What was his name?

I don't know.

You didn't even ask his name?

It didn't seem important.

Where'd you meet him?

Well, I stopped in this bar.

Confused about last night.

And... He passed me the peanuts.

I had to have somebody to talk to.

He fed you peanuts and solved your problem?

Where's the bar? What bar? Where's the bar? Where?

I'm not sure.

Somewhere in the village.

Greenwich Village?

Get dressed.

Get dressed!

Is this the bar?

I don't know.

We've been to so many already.

They all look alike. Well, look around. See if he's here.

Well, don't blame him. He was only trying to be helpful. Somewhere in this

neighborhood, there's a beast with peanuts in one hand and a martini in the

other waiting to pounce on any women with emotional problems. Dave, how are

you? Fine.

Come on.

Who is that man?

Phil Curtis, my partner.

He's very important to your career, isn't he? There's another bar down...

What difference would that make?

Nothing.

Then why did you ask?

Let's try that bar down the street.

Was he the one?

I want to go.

Was he?

David, he's your partner. The last thing in the world I want to do is make

trouble. I blocked for him on the football team. Well, I didn't know.

When I mentioned your name... He knew it was me?

I see you for a second, Phil.

Why so grim?

Remember that touchdown you scored in the dark of the game and I broke my

collarbone taking out the safety man?

That was friendship, Phil.

Arrested and locked up like a caged animal.

And by your partner.

Carol. It can break up the firm, ruin you financially.

Oh, what have I done to you? Carol.

The bail.

Look, go to the executive club.

59th Street.

Ask for Tom Webber or Jim Saunders.

They'll be playing billiards.

Tell them why I need the money and hurry. I care. Hurry. Just hurry.

Darling, don't try to escape.

This man will shoot you down.

You would, wouldn't you?

Yes, ma'am.

However, in Saunders, Helen began to think I didn't have a friend left I

could trust.

Wait.

Carol, why did you stop?

Oh, nothing.

They gave me the money.

Look at me.

Look at me.

What happened? What happened at the club?

To give for the man you love is no sacrifice.

Sacrifice?

What did you sacrifice?

David, all men are not like you.

Webber and Saunders?

Forgive them.

All they said was that money doesn't grow on trees. It has to be... earned.

Where did it happen?

Where did it happen?

I was in a hurry to get back to you.

In the billiard room?

In the billiard room?

Their lips were your lips. Their arms were your arms.

Okay.

Want to play?

On this table?

David, it's tearing me to pieces to see you like this.

I'll go to see the chief psychiatrist.

I'll plead with him. No, don't. He's a man.

You've been through enough. Now just get into a taxi, go straight home, and be

sure to drive as a woman.

Just let me stand here and look at you for another moment.

Don't torture yourself. Just get out. Get out.

But to see you like this and to know that I'm responsible...

a bed in a psychiatric ward and I had to miss it. It was beautiful.

You should have taken pictures.

Were they beating him?

I'm going to find out what the visiting hours are and bring him some soup.

Soup? Find out if they have a double bed so they can strap Harry in with him.

Thelma, I have asked you not to speak in a derogatory manner about Mr.

Hunter. Oh, my baby. Oh, my sweetheart.

I figure, first Curtis, then his two friends at the club.

That ought to get him about a year. Give him time to think about Edna.

As a shaft of light shines through the bars of his cell, he can hear her

voice say, Darling, they've moved me to the sunny side.

I told her not to move those rugs.

Edna, you keep away from me.

I didn't loosen the brakes on your car.

I didn't!

Curtis, Weber, Saunders. It was a night of carnage. You don't know what they

did. Last night, a girl sacrificed herself because of my lies.

And on my knees, I'm gonna climb those 14 floors to her and beg forgiveness.

She's after me. She's gonna get me. We'll lock the door so she can't get in.

If she got out of her grave, she can get through locked doors.

Oh, you don't know Edna Sloan.

Edna Sloane?

His dead mother-in-law is chasing him.

I told that blonde not to touch those rocks yesterday.

What was she doing there anyhow?

Praying for Edna to help some guy named David.

Did you tell that girl that Edna Sloane was your mother-in-law?

Sure. Why is she bringing flowers to a stranger?

Anyway, now she's out and she's coming to get me. And I didn't do it. She

thinks that maybe I... And I didn't. I didn't. Come on, Dave. Let's grab some

breakfast. Breakfast?

Three innocent men were brutally assaulted last night and all you can

think about is food?

Breakfast?

Don't give that bed away.

I think he's coming back.

My actions were motivated by a desire to save a marriage.

Yours by vicious, cruel, destructive revenge.

Yours by vicious, cruel, destructive revenge.

I would like to close the book on this ill-fated relationship.

I consider sundown today a reasonable length of time for you to be packed and

gone, David Sloan.

He gave me till sundown. Well, it's time to saddle up.

Get out by sundown.

Like I'm a cattle rustler. It's their range, honey. When they say get, you

start riding.

Just like that, huh?

It's frontier justice.

The cab is waiting. Tell the

doorman to bring my bags back upstairs.

Then go get me your mink coat.

Hurry!

What are you doing?

I don't like their kind of justice. Come sundown, I'm shooting it out with Mr.

Slug.

Bless you.

What are you doing?

Raising the rent. I've collected almost $3.

You can't pick at me.

I'm taking my case to the public.

Please help me.

Will you stop that?

Tomorrow I pick at your office, and when Hotley Brinkley picks it up, the entire

nation will know what you've done to me.

Bless you, sir. May your daughter never have to go through this.

I explained it to you in the letter. I thought you were Harry's mistress.

Then you had no interest in me personally.

No. But don't I get any credit for my behavior the first night?

Didn't you come back the second night ready to make love to a woman you had no

interest in? You're vile. I don't know why I bothered to stay on as your

mistress. You are not my mistress. It's over. I sent you that note.

I am not a public utility. You can turn off with a note. Will you stop yelling?

You wanted me. You've got me until I'm ready to call it off.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

All right, I give up. What are your terms?

You will continue to pay my rent and normal living expenses, including

medical and dental bills. Medical and dental bills, yes. And psychotherapy.

I've received very deep emotional scars.

How long?

Until I can resume my place in society and meet another man, one who will

accept my tainted past.

I'll have to tell him. You know how honest I am. Oh, I do. Oh, yes, I do,

yeah. And then there's Muriel.

Muriel. She'll be moving in with me because she has no other place to go.

You do remember Muriel, another girl whose life you've ruined.

All expenses, yeah. I'll never ruin another woman unless I know she's old

enough for Medicare, yeah.

Muriel will need rehabilitation.

Some vocational school where she can learn a trade.

You agree to all the terms? You don't consider them too harsh? They're not too

harsh, no. You've spared my life, useless as it is.

You never knew what a despicable person you really are.

Not until I met you, no.

Then, in a way, I've helped.

I think so.

Here.

Knowing the financial responsibilities you face, this may ease your burden.

Thank you.

You and Henry don't encourage that kind of person.

Shave, you awful thing.

Well, the beast left me, and I'm too old to go back to the chorus.

Tell me again, what were the tyrant's last words?

He said, I give up. What are your terms? I have lived to see the day.

If you knew Susie like I knew Susie.

Thelma. Thelma.

Remember your back.

Like I knew... Get her from the other side.

Have you got her?

Oh, we've got you. We've got you.

Be careful of the iron. Get her in the chair.

Justice knows no pain. I told you to remember your back. It's a privilege to

slip a disc for such a glorious cause.

You have a little sick.

Hello?

Miss Corman?

David Sloan?

I just received a call from a Mr. Wong Lee, asking if I'd guarantee payment on

your laundry.

Yes, uh, I asked him to call.

He does charge two cents more on a blouse, but he irons it by hand.

I could find a cheaper place.

No, no.

I also received a call from a Ben's Meat Market for approval of your purchase

of four lamb chops and two pounds of brisket.

What about the soup greens?

Ben didn't mention it to me, and frankly, I didn't feel like going into

it. Miss Corman, I agreed to certain terms, and I'll honor them.

Just send the bills.

I only wanted you to know where the money was going, that I wasn't taking

advantage of the situation.

Just send the bills.

All I tried to do was save a marriage.

Harry!

Where's Mary?

The honeymoon... The honeymoon lasted until we got to the George Washington

Bridge.

Why didn't I take the tunnel? Didn't I know that heights made her dizzy?

Why was I stuck behind that...

Didn't I know the exhaust fumes made her nauseous?

The only way I could have passed that bus was to drive off the bridge.

I should have. I should have. I should have. I should have.

Easy, easy now, easy. I had to pick a roadside diner where the cook couldn't

make eggs benedict.

And with her sensitive skin, I had to stop at a motel that had rough linen.

From then on, it was all downhill.

Outside Akron, Ohio, at a railroad crossing, I made my break.

I jumped on a passing freight.

For two days, I rode in a refrigerated boxcar with a load of broccoli, rousted

by railroad detectives outside Erie, Pennsylvania, spent the night in a

police tank with seven female hobos.

The last 80 miles, I came into New York straddling an oil tanker. That was our

second honeymoon.

What happened to Mary?

As the freight train is pulling out, she's yelling at me.

I'm going to Reno.

I'm getting a divorce.

I'm finding another man.

It's better that way.

The only thing that hurts is what Muriel did to me.

In her, I had faith.

Harry, you were right about Muriel.

I made a tragic mistake.

I have no escape.

I have no freight train to hop on as I wander eternally through a nightmare of

Chinese laundrymen and butchers who forget soup greens.

But I will find comfort in the knowledge that, well, knowing that you

and Muriel will be together again.

A pension?

Oh! What do you think, Carol?

Muriel.

Every industry provides some sort of protection.

Workman's compensation, health and welfare, retirement fund, pension.

Are we an industry?

We served. We can't even collect unemployment.

There is a basic moral responsibility in any relationship.

Even in the army, when you're wounded, they take care of you.

Didn't I slip this disc in combat?

You don't just set people adrift on an ice floe when they've outlived their

usefulness. No. Remember Gladys on the seventh floor? What was her crime?

Swollen ankles.

Cup put on the ice floe. Well, not all men are like that. No.

When was the last time you saw a man walk into a nightclub with a mistress

who was wearing surgical stockings?

Oh, pension.

If only there'd been a Carol 12 years ago.

Hello?

It's Harry.

Hello, Harry. Harry?

Mm-hmm.

I might consider it, Harry, but first we'd have to discuss a pension.

I did it.

I told him. You heard me. I said we'd have to discuss a pension.

If he gets mad, I'll say the pension was for him.

What's wrong?

She wants a pension.

Well, if she wants... a pension?

They promised to give us 90 days' notice.

No more slipping us the shiv without warning. There.

Oh, wait, there is something that I'd like to see in there.

They should be with you on your birthday, if it's at all possible.

If it's at all possible?

This is a revolution.

They didn't say to King Louis XVI, Sire, with your permission, we'd like to lop

off your head.

No! It was...

Muriel, Harry's waiting for you in the apartment.

I'm sorry, not until the battle for human dignity is won.

Oh, tell him that there's some egg salad in the refrigerator.

Muriel. Not until he agrees to these demands.

$50 a month for each year of service.

If there'd been a carol around in my day, I'd be drawing $600 a month now.

Muriel, go to Harry. Don't listen to these rabble-rousers.

Rabble-rousers? We got Louis XVI and we'll get you?

Vroom! Progress is always slandered, girls.

When people pressed against the factory gates crying out, our children are

hungry, there was always a Mr. Sloan who said, we gave them Sundays off and

that's how they used it, to have children.

Oh, glorious leader.

What are you trying to do with all this?

to correct abuses and to guarantee basic minimum securities.

There are some skills you can't organize.

You're not electricians or plumbers. Does a plumber get thrown out when he

loses his figure?

Well, next time I see a plumber in shrafts having tea in a mink coat, I'll

ask him.

That's all they're left with. Their mink coats and their poodles.

You want a guarantee of eternal love?

Marriages break up!

But there's one difference.

The wife is left with the marriage ring.

That band of gold that stirs the indignation of any lawyer, the

compassion of the judge, and the sympathy of the community.

After 12 years, the best I got was my sister saying it served you right.

This type of relationship has been going on for centuries.

Don't tamper with it!

Polio went on for centuries!

Should Dr. Salk not have invented the vaccine?

All right.

I'll give Harry a shot of your new vaccine.

And I think we can expect a violent reaction.

You would like to be rid of me, wouldn't you? Yeah.

Well, there's a way.

Get Harry to agree to those terms.

You want me to abandon my convictions?

Sacrifice my best friend?

You'll never see or hear from me again.

You've just given me incentive to turn on my fellow man.

Never, never, never. I will never agree to these demands.

This is anarchy?

Socialism? Creeping Totskiism?

Isn't that what you told me in the cab?

And you're gonna take advice from a man that almost destroyed you? Look what

I've done to you. I broke you and Muriel up. Mary's in Reno. You ended up in

jail.

And you're still gonna listen to me?

Hey, when are you ever gonna learn, Harry? I trusted you.

Don't try to squirm out.

Admit it. Your judgment was lousy.

But this is an attack on my integrity.

Integrity? When I came into your office telling poisonous, horrible lies about

this saint-like creature, why didn't you have me tossed out?

I don't know. Why didn't I? Because there's a flaw in your character. That's

why, Harry.

David, help me.

Help you?

After the brutal note I made you send?

How could I be so cruel?

You spout integrity.

What would you do if Muriel got old and sick?

I don't know what.

What? You throw her out, that's what.

Well, why do I do things like that?

If we only knew what turned decent people into Harry Hunters, evil would be

erased from the face of this earth.

Cry it out, baby.

Cry it out.

We won!

We won!

Men like you are finished.

Leave us when the bloom is off our cheek, huh?

I was just bringing some cleaning to Miss Corman. It came to her old

apartment. You like to dance with us, but once our ankles start to swell, it's

change partners. Well, no more!

What's wrong?

My back.

Does it hurt there? Don't touch me.

I know you men with the quick hands.

Isabel, may she rest in peace, had the same trouble.

I know a wonderful doctor on the staff of the Lenox Street Hospital.

I could pick you up and drive you there tomorrow.

No stopping at your apartment on the way to the hospital?

You know, when you hold your back like that, you look just like Isabel.

Even in pain, no complaints.

It's strange.

I was on the east side this morning.

I weighed myself, and the card said, today you will meet a nice Jewish girl.

My name is Omanahan.

In a delicatessen on Hester Street, if the card said, today you'll meet a nice

Irish girl, how long do you think that scale would stay in business?

She remembers me.

You look tired, Harry.

Muriel?

I've made up my mind.

We're getting married.

Have a sandwich first. You shouldn't make a big decision on an empty stomach.

Don't you want to?

I've always wanted to.

If we do get married, can I ask one favor?

Anything. Can I have a baby?

Why do you have to ask?

I wouldn't want to do anything behind your back.

Baby?

What would you like?

A boy or a girl?

I can't promise it'll be a boy.

But I'll try.

Harry, I'll really try.

Miss Corman, goodbye.

They say man forgets pain and remembers pleasure.

My memory of you will be a complete blank.

I'm glad to see you won't bear any scars.

Minor wounds, but freedom is the great healer.

And you'll have that freedom in less than 24 hours.

24 hours? I'll be out of that door in three seconds.

The ride down to Maryland, the license, the marriage, and the annulment in the

morning.

Marriage?

That's my freedom?

The hangman's noose?

For one night.

Give me respectability.

Men don't rush ex-mistresses home to meet their mothers, but a woman who has

had an unfortunate marriage, annulled the next morning, with no consummation,

that men understand.

They also sympathize with a woman like that.

24 hours, David, and I, too, can emerge unscarred with hope for the future.

Marriage?

Even for one night, something could go wrong.

We despise each other. Yeah.

What could happen? Yeah.

You know, I had a strange feeling something would happen.

What do you suggest we do?

I guess a divorce.

Oh, no. There's something about divorce that implies failure.

There is one type of woman that's very popular with men.

Yeah? What type is that?

Widows.

It's a little extreme, but I do want to help.

Particularly those with small children.

It stimulates a man's protective instincts.

If you were really concerned about my future happiness, you'd leave me a widow

with five or six small children.

It's probably best you become a young widow.

It would help.

Oh, good morning.

Just married?

An hour ago.

And you?

Yesterday.

Well, if you'll excuse us, I promised to make a widow out of her.

I hope you'll be as happy as I am.

I'd better be.

Come on, Marvin.

You know, honey, I think we just sentenced Marvin to death.

of change blew across my life