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(upbeat orchestral music)

(music continues)

(trolley bell clangs)

No vacancies.

What next, boss?

Big hotels are full. Small hotels are full.

Ain't you got no friends here in Washington you can stay with?

You haven't got an extra bed at home have you?

Boss, I got two cots. Both of them taken.

-Who sleeps in your bed? -My wife does.

-What did you expect? -I don't know, I don't know.

-I'm a stranger here. -You're married, ain't you?

No, I'm not. Well, take me to a hotel

that's got a nice large rug in the lobby, will you?

And with a small one alongside of it for the dog.

Right.

-Hey, taxi. -Another customer, mister.

Throw out the lifeline.

Come on. We've been sharing rides all evening.

(slurring) Oh, it's a... dog?

-Are you the dog I know, hmm? -Where to, mister?

I want to go to the nearest recruiting station.

I'm gonna join the United States Navy.

They're not open this time of night, mister.

Oh, that's no excuse.

Oh, I know. You-you think the Navy won't take me.

Just because I happen to be nearsighted.

All right, ask me to see something.

That's a house. That's a tree.

That's a sign. Says, uh...

keep off the grass.

I should think the Navy would be very happy to get you.

Well, I'm sleepy. Good night, doggie.

Get some sleep.

Eh, say... uh, uh, where do you live?

Oh-ho-ho, no. No, no, no.

No, home is where the heart is.

And a man's best friend is his mother.

But not tonight, my friend.

Not tonight, 'cause you don't know my mother.

(giggles)

Yes, uh... Uh, to Jamie's house.

Where's that?

Oh, now, let's not be stupid, shall we?

It's Connecticut Avenue Northwest.

Northwest by East, and quarter South.

(laughing)

Aye-aye, skipper. (chuckling)

But what number, if I'm not too inquisitive?

Oh, it's all right. Um... it's 184.

It's 481.

Well, you try all of them. I always do.

You'll find it. You'll find it.

Drunk Man: See? I told you.

It was just the question of trying all the numbers.

Nice landing, commodore.

-(singing) ♪ Rocked in the cradle ♪ ♪ -Shh-shh.

-♪ Of the deep ♪ -Quiet, quiet.

The day shift is trying to sleep.

Oh, now, let's not be absurd, shall we?

I mean, this-this nobody lives in this house.

It's going to hear the patter of four little feet tonight.

-Four? -Mm-hmm.

I can stand up.

Are you sure nobody lives here?

My cousin Jamie lives here. But nobody lives here now.

Comprenez-vous?

Compre--Oh, yeah. Oui. Oui, oui, monsieur.

-What is that, free French? -Mm-hmm.

Very free. As a matter of fact, I'm gonna give it to you.

I'm gonna give it to you for a night's lodging.

That'll be 3.25 all together.

Why don't you let him pay it? He'll never know.

Oh, no. Couldn't do that to a man who wears glasses.

-That would be grand larceny. -Heh. Thanks.

Come on.

(engine starting)

Hey, have I been out of town?

-These are my bags. -Oh.

Here.

Oh, refugee!

I'm a refugee.

You don't believe that, do you?

Well, I'm refugee.

-From love. -Really?

Well, the same thing could be said about me.

Say, why don't you spend the night here?

Spend the night here? Oh, I couldn't do that.

-Is the dog okay? -Oh, be careful.

You'll hurt his feelings.

Oh, I'm sorry, old man.

-May I take your bags? -Thank you.

-Thank you very much. -Not at all.

Let me tell you about love.

If I Only knew where Jamie keeps the keys,

-we could have a drink. -Jamie? Who is he?

-Jamie is a she. -Oh.

Quentin: Like George Elliot.

-Ohh. She writes. -Who?

Oh, Jamie? She writes.

She writes horseback.

(laughing)

She "writes" horseback. That's a good one.

Not that good.

Don't you say anything against Jamie.

-Oh, she's the woman you love, huh? -No, no, no, no.

Jamie is my cousin. She owns this house.

She spends most of her time in the country.

Well, sit down. I'd like to tell you about Edwina.

Say, who's the scientist around here?

Oh, that's Jamie's father. But he's dead.

My father is dead, too.

-Makes my mother a widow. -Mm-hmm.

She's much older than I am.

Mm-hmm, that's very often the case.

-Not necessarily. -Really?

Well, perhaps I've just never met a son who was older than his mother.

No, no, no. I'm talking about Edwina.

Edwina.

-Edwina is older than I am. -Oh...

She's going to be married next month.

-What would you do? -I'd go to sleep.

Oh, it's a coward's way.

Edwina's mother and my mother were the best of friends.

Our fathers were the best of friends.

Our uncles were best friends.

Edwina and I have been engaged since we were that hi--

That high.

And I love her, and she loves me.

At least I think I do.

-Now, you take love. -You take love.

Why, what's the matter?

You see this book?

It's logical, it's clear, it's honest.

It doesn't tell you one thing today and another thing tomorrow.

It doesn't double-cross you. It's beautiful.

I'd rather have it than any woman who ever lived.

You know something?

I'm sober and you are terribly drunk.

(Quentin yawns)

(dog barking)

(dog barking)

(dog barking)

(dog barking)

I've gotta go on the wagon.

I never heard a dog's barking before.

(dog barking)

(barking continues)

-Hi. -Who are you?

Pat Jamieson. You bought me here last night, remember?

Oh, did I? Well, I-- I didn't...

-(dog barks) -I don't remember any dog.

Oh, I'm sure there was a dog. Uh, would you hold that please?

-Oh, sure. -And take it over here.

Here, I-I'll take the cleaver.

Now, put it against the post there.

-Sure. -All right, that's it.

Nice house your cousin Jamie has.

Do you know, Jamie?

Well, you told me about her last night.

-It's a nice cellar. Isn't it? -Oh, yeah.

Would you put that right against the sewing machine? Over there.

Ah, on the floor. Down on the floor against the corner.

I say, pardon me for asking,

but are you going to dig a hole here or something?

Because I-I don't think Jamie would like you to.

Even if I said you could last night.

No, no. No holes.

Now, would you come over here? Just bring it with you?

Right there.

I don't suppose she'd like to rent the place without holes?

Well, I don't know. The house is for sale.

But rent, well, I doubt it. Jamie is a funny sort of bird.

You know.

Do you know that she hasn't cracked a smile in years?

Well, money is great thing to keep the face straight.

-Oh, yeah, you know she-- -Right on the pencil mark.

-You know, see where I did the pencil. -Oh.

-Would you get your leg outta the way? -Oh.

-That's it. -Yeah, she-she lives alone.

She walks alone, she rides alone.

She even eats alone.

Say, what are you doing here, anyway?

Can't tell, maybe I'm a counterfeiter.

Yeah, maybe you are.

You know, if I were a counterfeiter

and if I were talking to me, I'd say I am.

Just to throw me off the track.

But I am not as foolish as you think I am.

Hmm, no.

Course, I may be doing something illegal.

I might be doing secret government work. Who knows?

Oh, not I.

Anyway, the basement is wonderful.

It's the basement I've always dreamed of.

And if you could persuade your cousin Jamie

to rent it to me or loan it to me or let me buy it, I'd...

-I'd really be happy I met you. -(door opens)

(dog growling)

-Woman: Quentin! -Oh, hello, Edwina.

What are you doing in this filthy place?

Where did you get that vile dog?

Oh, it's his dog.

Is Jamie here? I was to meet her.

She's coming to town to see about getting a caretaker for this place.

You are the caretaker, are you?

Oh, Edwina. This is a very, very good old friend of mine.

Edwina Collins, Pat Josephson.

Jamieson, Pat Jamieson.

My dog's name is Dizzy.

What are you doing in your dinner jacket?

Oh, well, aren't we dressing for dinner at your mother's house tonight?

-Oh, I see. -Oh, you do? Well, that's fine.

You overdid it again, as you say, didn't you?

Why in the name of heaven you think it amusing to get yourself

into completely drunken state is beyond me.

Now, I know you're not a great brain--

-Oh, Edwina, please behave. -I behave?

If you take one more drink today, I'm through.

-Not even a little tail of the cock that bit me? -(laughing)

-So, you think that's funny do you? -Moderately, yes.

Well, I don't. You and your drunken friends.

Why, you disagreeable little piece you.

I beg your pardon!

You should have your mouth washed out with soap.

Do you know what you're saying?

I know exactly what I'm saying.

How dare you insult this nice guy in front of a perfect stranger?

Well, and who do you think you are?

I know perfectly well who I am. What I'm trying to figure out

is what conceivable training you could be the product of.

Quentin, who is this man? I've never been spoken to so in my life!

-It's time someone started. -Quentin!

Easy there, boy.

Take her upstairs and lock her in her room.

Oh now, look here now, Josephson--

-Jamieson. -Quentin, get rid of that man

and come to Jamie's room this minute.

(door slams)

Would you care to step outside with me?

Don't be a dope, go and consolidate your position.

Wh-What do you mean?

Say, look, I usually charge for unpleasant work like this.

Oh, I get it. I get it.

Well, go on and carry it through.

Yeah, yeah.

(door shuts)

Well, that's that, Dizz.

Too bad, would have made a nice kennel.

He's already arrived, Miss Jamie.

How did you get in?

Are you gonna stand there with your hat on?

No, ma'am.

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

I'm sorry if I kept you waiting.

I told the agency not to send over any caretakers until 2:00.

But, um... well, I'm sorry to disappoint you

but I'm afraid you won't do.

-No? -No, I wanted an older man.

Oh, I'm much older than I look.

Somehow, I thought you'd be older, too.

-What is your name? -Patrick Jamieson, ma'am.

-Are you single? -Oh, yes'm, very much so.

Well, that's also unfortunate, I wanted a couple.

Something in the nature of superior caretakers

for this place, which I intend to offer for sale

furnished just as it is.

I'm sure I could show it off

to the best possible advantage, ma'am.

I'm afraid it would be too lonely

for one person alone. I'm sorry.

Um, Madam... I am a great reader.

Well, as it happens there's quite a large library.

Still, I'm afraid that that wouldn't be--

Uh, could I-could I play the piano, maybe?

Well, of course, I should have no objection to that.

-Do you play the piano? -Oh, yes and quite well.

And there's no better companion

for a lonely man anywhere, is there?

My father used to play the piano for hours on end. He...

But, uh, that's quite beside the point.

The fact is--

Your father must have been a very remarkable man, madam.

Perhaps, if I could get someone in by the day to cook for you.

Yes, yes, that'll do it.

Now--

May I see your last references, please?

Um, what is it you like to be called?

-How do you mean? -Patrick or Jamieson?

-Whichever comes easiest. -(telephone ringing)

There would be an afternoon off once a week and every evening,

unless I particularly wanted you to be here.

You could ring me up.

And how much are you asking?

If I may ask?

Well, in this case, just my meals and lodging

would be quite enough.

You would have wages suitable to the position, Patrick.

Whether or not you would be suitable for it, I'm not yet sure.

The references, please.

Yes, now, what did I do with them?

I don't remember if I put them in my overcoat or...

Another man is here from the agency, Miss Jamie.

Oh-oh, yes, now-now I remember.

I left my references at the agency

and this man has been sent with them.

I'll-I'll get them and... (muttering)

(whispering) Did you come about the caretaker's job?

-Are you Mr. J. Rowan? -No-no-no.

-I'm sort of her secretary. -Oh.

Mrs. Rowan is ill.

-What's the matter? -Oh, nothing, nothing.

Just nerves.

-Just nerves? -Yes.

You better stand over here.

Mrs. Rowan is a little fearful of burglars.

She has trapdoors all over the place.

If you don't happen to know where they are...

you may make a hasty exit.

-(chuckling) -(gasps)

(whispering) Careful. Don't break the vase.

The last man who held this position broke the vase.

Poor fellow.

But you look very strong and able.

I'm sure you'll be very happy here.

(Anna screaming)

Good day!

-(dog barking) -Pat: Dizzy!

Where did that dog come from?

-He was in the cellar. -Is that your dog?

-She must have said something to her. -I did no such thing.

He attacked me the minute he saw me.

He's a wonderful little watchdog, ma'am.

And he eats lighted cigarettes, too.

I should like to see your references, Patrick.

Well, as matter of fact, I have no references.

You'll just have to take us on faith, Jamie.

Naturally, you can't expect me to...

What did you say?

I said you'll just have to take us on faith, Jamie.

Good afternoon.

Will you leave at once, please? I should've known better--

Oh, Jamie, here you are.

Oh, there's that horrible dog.

I want to apologize, though, for thinking you were a caretaker.

But I am. That belongs to me, please.

You're a highbrow scientist.

Want to read a fascinating article by him

on oxygen in relation to altitude?

Will you kindly explain to me?

He played nursemaid to my dear little fiancé last night.

I'm very grateful to you, of course.

Merely part of a caretaker's duties.

There. Now, you're sorry you spoke so rudely to me?

-Not a bit. It did you good. -You fiend!

You, (indistinct). How do you spell your last name?

He's a brain, my dear.

-Are you related to-- -My father.

Hurry up, Quentin, I'm leaving.

I'll come back later.

That won't be necessary.

But what about interviewing caretakers for you?

I've already engaged a man.

-You have? Who? -You.

-Me? -Yes.

Ha-ha.

Very careful, the joke may be on you. I may like it here.

You'll want to consult your husband, of course.

My husband is no longer living.

I-I-I met your father in this house.

My father admired him tremendously.

Well, um...

About the job, we were joking, weren't we?

Oh, no, we weren't joking. You've hired me.

Oh, you've already met Mr. Jamieson.

He's a great guy, Jamie.

Hurry up, Quent. They're expecting us.

Ohh.

Well, not me.

-But I told them. -Well, telephone.

But what can I say--

Well, just tell them politely

that I'm drunk in a gutter someplace.

Quentin, this is the limit. This is about all I can stand.

(door shuts)

Why don't you all stay and have dinner with me?

Together? You mean it?

-Please say you will. -We will. We will. Heh.

If Edwina comes back, we can leave a saucer of cream in the pantry.

Quentin, tell Anna to set a little table

for three on the terrace.

On the terrace, madam.

And may I have the keys to the wine closet, madam?

-To the-- -Yes, to the wine closet.

Uh... it's the... brass one.

I don't know how long it is since it's been used.

Seems such a shame to keep a lovely thing

like wine locked up.

You should be a shade more trustful.

Anna will show you.

But you seem to be a girl who's kept a lot of precious things

locked up for a great many precious years.

Thank you, ma'am.

You slay me.

Hello. Colonel Braden's office?

May I speak to the colonel, please?

This is Patrick Jamieson.

Oh, yes. Jamieson.

Here's your protégé, professor. Any luck?

(softly) Yes. I found a place. I can start work tomorrow.

Nobody will bother you? You're sure?

Good.

Wait, here's a friend. Just flew in from Chicago.

(chuckling) Well, thank you. Hello, Pat!

(laughs) Well, well, you'll be happy to know

they already think you're crazy here.

Hello, Professor Ginza. Sure they think I'm crazy.

That's why I wanna work alone. How's Chicago?

Well, we are waiting for you to come back with that oxygen mask

that'll prove who's crazy.

You or these army aviation experts.

Don't tell them, but I'm betting on you.

(Ginza chuckles)

Oh, yes, yes, we have all the equipment you need.

Uh, say, what address shall we send it to?

Address? Oh, wait just a minute.

Wha-what address is this place?

481 Connecticut Avenue Northwest. Why?

481 Connecticut Avenue Northwest.

Yes. Uh, well, if there's anything else, I'll call you.

Thank you.

I was just ordering some groceries, madam.

But I'm only staying tonight.

That's too bad. We're going to have baby limas.

(whimsical music)

(dog snarling)

Thanks, Dizz.

Haven't done that for a long time, have I?

Go on, go to bed now.

(soft piano music)

(music continues)

Is that all you're going to play?

Where did you come from?

I've been sitting on the stair listening for a long time.

I play a little, too, but nothing like as well as you do.

Perhaps you'd like to take over.

No thanks. Thanks very much, but no, thanks

Look. Because I may, uh... because I can't sleep, there's no reason--

I'm staying right here.

I know what it's like to be wakeful with no one to--

Well, then talk. Just talk. Come on, talk my ear off.

-What about? -About yourself. That's always interesting.

-Not myself. -Why don't you let me be the judge of that?

Come on, now. Come on. Come out with it.

Where you from? Whither bound? I like to know all about people.

Well, I was born in 1917 in the New England town

where my father was born, his father before him, my mother, too.

-Is that the way? -That's the way. Go ahead.

Oh, we-we, um, we lived in a big brick house.

Bigger than this, but like this, with no reason for it.

I was the only child, and even I didn't appear

until several years after father and mother were married.

I guess he knew I was all he was going to get,

and that's why he named me Jamie.

Mother was never very strong.

But I remember that she was terribly sweet.

And really quite pretty.

I can understand that.

She died when I was eight.

Father loved me dearly,

and I simply worshipped the ground he walked on.

Um, Miss Jennings, my governess, I always secretly hated.

And I hate her now.

She made me terribly shy with people

and frightened the life out of me about God and purity.

You probably had a very healthy reaction.

No, the fact is I never did. By gum, I'm still scared.

I pray for guidance and blush when I get it.

When did you get married?

Don't you think that you ought to tell me

something about yourself first?

After all, if you're going to live in my house without references.

What do you wanna hear about? My father?

I didn't happen to have a governess.

You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

Look. I'm what is known as a scientist.

I'm-I'm curious about things. Reasons for things. Facts.

Tell you what I'll do with you.

I'll tell you a few facts about myself, as one scientist to another.

And I'll expect facts in return.

Keep going about you.

Well, fact number one.

About love.

I-I have been in love once in my life.

Girl I met in Paris. Lila Vine.

She was cuckoo. Nuts.

She was bright and gay and shallow. And lived for parties.

She was forever humming or singing

magical little French tunes.

And saying, "What, darling? What, sweet?"

It was a thoroughly devastating and a supremely joyless affair.

Couldn't it have been otherwise?

Fact number two. She had no heart.

I tell you this scientifically and honestly.

She was a witch on a broomstick.

She wouldn't have me and she wouldn't let me go.

The last time I saw her, she was wearing a white evening gown

with her curls piled on top of her head,

looking about 16. (strikes piano key)

I think most girls have a white dress they remember

or are remembered in, and if one falls in love in one...

Love.

(piano note)

For our conclusions on love, madam, let me tell you that you can have it.

Anybody can who wants it. But not for me.

No, madam. Never. No more.

I don't want any more of that sickness.

-Don't call it that. -That's what it was for me.

And let me tell you that if I ever feel the slightest symptoms of it again,

I'll show its fair object

the cleanest pair of heels ever a girl saw.

-Oh, it's you. -Yes, good morning.

I thought I heard somebody.

It's odd, this. It's very odd.

Very odd, indeed.

(chuckles)

Anna doesn't believe in scientific research.

You never want love in your life again.

I never want it in mine.

But our reasons are as different as the sun is from the moon.

You don't want it, because you've had all the worst of it.

I don't want it because I've had all the best.

Was it like that?

His name was...

his name is Harry Rowan.

He was 22 when we met. I was 20.

He was just getting out of the university of Virginia

when my father went to make the commencement address.

We were in love before we knew it, deeply and instantly.

We got married a month later

and-- and went to live on the sweet farm

his grandfather left him, White Gate.

That's where I'm going back to this morning. I live there, still.

He-he was a scientist, too.

Agricultural. I helped him.

He was the finest, the kindest,

the gentlest human being I've ever known.

He-he, he had a first-rate mind, and-and was very amusing.

I was amusing then, too. Or he seemed to think so.

We laughed a great deal together.

We were so young, and everything was such great fun.

He must have been something, all right.

He was everything.

For two years, it was heaven on earth.

Every living, breathing moment of it, perfection.

-For only two years? -That's all.

But it was a lifetime, really.

Then... one morning, early,

a... morning just like any other one, he was trying out

a new horse, a jumper.

Seems that he behaved all right at first, and then

suddenly, without warning, refused a fence and threw Harry,

marvelous rider that he was.

He landed the wrong way, the terribly wrong way

that sometimes happens, even to the best.

(crying) They brought-- brought--

They, um... brought him back to me.

And he lived only long enough to grin his grin at me and say,

"What a dirty trick on us, Jamie.

But don't think we end here."

-So, you see. -Yes, I see.

It's a simple story of a simple girl who wants no more of life

because life has no more to give her.

-That's right. -But, it isn't right.

It's a complete denial of life.

You can't close the book on life

wherever and whenever you please. It isn't allowed.

No? By whom is it not?

Oh, by the heavenly powers, I expect.

Or, by the devilish ones.

Both to the contrary, I shall do as I wish.

But it's so stupid. It's such a waste.

You've got a brain. At least your father was supposed to have one.

Thank you so much.

It's so selfish, it's shocking.

Don't you know what you could be doing in the world?

Or perhaps you don't think this is your world?

Harry and I were doing everything we could.

Long before lots of people.

He-- He had a way of seeing things ahead.

Too bad his horse didn't.

I said that purposely.

Yes, I know you did.

I like to see how much a person like you can take.

You fancy yourself as being hard as nails, don't you?

It's a useful quality.

Well, my-my deepest respects

to the retired student of science in her rural retreat.

And mine to my retired caretaker.

You-you mean from this house?

I mean from this house as soon as possible.

Well, at least it's nice to know you still have a spark of life in you.

-Are you trying to be vulgar? -It's no effort.

-(pounding on door) -Cheer up, Anna. I've been thrown out.

-But not for the reason you think. -(pounding on door)

-Where does this go, cookie? -Cookie?

Uh, you must have the wrong address.

Isn't this 481 Connecticut Avenue Northwest?

-Yes. -Okay, men.

-Well, I think there must be some mistake. -Gangway, sister.

-I'm sorry, ma'am. -If you'll let-- I think I can explain.

Please, I'm quite capable of handling

this myself, Mr. Jamieson.

Mrs. Rowan, really, really, I--

Man: Where does this stuff go?

Well, it obviously does not go here.

-If you'll just let me... -This is not your concern, Mr. Jamieson.

But it is my concern.

This stuff happens to be from the War Department.

I happen to be a member of a small group of scientists

who work in cellars, attics, garages, anyplace.

Anyplace we keep the rain off our backs.

Anyplace that's a little more or less secret.

Trying to dream up something that will help make this war

a little less difficult for the people in it.

-Your father, if he were alive, would be one of us. -Yes.

My own contribution happens to be an oxygen mask

which I hope will function over 40,000 feet for the flyers.

You know, you could really be a lot of help to us, Mrs. Rowen.

How do you breathe up in that

private little world you live in?

Look, doesn't anybody know where this stuff goes?

-It was to go to the cellar. -Anna: What cellar?

Our cellar, Anna.

You-you mean it's okay?

Well, uh, that is unless you'd like to use the living room.

There won't be anyone else here but you for the next six weeks.

The cellar.

Out of the way, cookie.

Mrs. Rowan, Mrs. Rowan.

There's a war on, Anna.

-Not between you and me I hope. -No.

You and I'll declare an armistice,

at least until I come back.

That's fine. You furnish the cellar and I'll-- I'll feed the birds

and mow the lawn, take care of the garden.

I'll keep the house in apple pie order.

-It's a deal. -By gum.

-By gum. -(chuckles)

(kettle whistles)

(doorbell ringing)

(ringing and whistling continue)

(whistling, steam hissing)

(lid pops, dog barks)

Hmm.

Must be time for tea, Dizz.

Now the thing is to find the tea.

-I-- -(clatter)

(clanging)

(dog barking)

Well, I made it this far. Doesn't the front doorbell work?

Not now. Not now. Well, what is it?

-Call off your dog. -Why?

I might bite him.

I might bite you, too, if I knew who you were.

I'm the caretaker.

(dog barking)

Shut up, Dizz. Lie down.

Who, me?

Hello, caretaker. I'm Kitty Trimble.

I'm Mrs. Rowan's caretaker, too.

-Her business caretaker. -She sent you here?

And high time, I should say. Does the rest of the house look like this?

-Like what? -Like this.

I have an appointment to show the house to a prospect.

You can't do that. I'm working here now.

What are you doing? Inventing the steam engine?

I'm making tea.

Oh, I take lemon and two lumps.

I think I'd better write a note to my client that

that bell doesn't work.

Maybe I can fix the bell.

Oh, handyman around the house, huh?

Well, you'd make someone a nice husband.

I'd just as soon be a good client.

Well, that might be arranged.

"Washington Contact Limited." Is that you?

Uh-huh. We fulfill a very useful function.

Contacts knows the ropes, knows the people, knows the places.

Whom to see, where to go for it, and how to swing it.

It provides backgrounds, foregrounds, and middle grounds.

Chiefly middle. It's a master of the art of collaboration and compromise.

But it isn't doing very well.

-Aw, that's too bad. -Well, don't let it depress you.

I've been worse off, and I have a stout heart.

Who and what does it tick for?

-Its owner, chiefly. -That would have been my guess.

Still, there are times when one's not too busy.

Really? I must make a note of that.

When is your slack season?

Oh, late spring. Any time now.

How about dinner at the Cavendish Hotel about two months from now?

Good. Around 7:30? Shall we dress?

(Patrick chuckles)

-You're a good girl, Miss Trim. -Don't make that mistake.

-Which one? -The good girl.

I'm really quite a bad one, and I revel in it.

(doorbell ringing)

There's my client.

He-- He won't wanna see the cellar, will he?

I don't suppose you have any bodies buried down there?

If your client wants to see bodies

he'll have to look for another house.

I suggest he do that anyway.

How does the rest of the house look?

It's in apple-pie order.

Well, no apple-pie, thanks. Just the check.

-Oh, come in, Mr. Carrell. -Thank you.

-I'm a little late? -Oh, no. I'm early.

-Now, this is the front hall. -Oh, magnifico.

-You don't like it? -I love it. It's charming.

So American in the best sense. Like yourself.

Glad you like it.

Uh, shall we start in the front of the house?

-If you prefer. -I prefer.

Uh, this is the living room or drawing room or music room.

I've been dreaming of something like this for 12 years.

Tell me, Mr. Carrell, did you live in Spain all that time?

Longer than that.

How long since it's been occupied?

Oh, several years.

But Mrs. Rowan has had an excellent caretaker.

Ooh! (sputtering) Ooh!

-So I see. -I should've--

Oh, please, Miss Trimble it doesn't make any difference.

The house is charming.

Quentin: Quiet, please.

You're not by any chance a ventriloquist?

Perhaps the house is haunted.

Quentin: Shh! Shh!

Will you please draw those shades, I'm trying to sleep.

Oh, uh, that is the caretaker?

-No, that's Mrs. Rowan's cousin. -I see. He goes with the house.

No, he goes with Edwina Collins.

That's not so. The engagement's off.

-What, again? -Well, this time it's for keeps.

That's what you said last time.

Ah, now, Kitty, give me another chance, will you?

Listen, if you think you can stroll into my life and pick me up

where you put me down, you're just--

Just don't be so mean, Kitty.

Did you really break your engagement?

I did. Wanna hear about it? W--

-Who's that? -Oh, uh...

Uh, Quentin Ladd, Mr. Paul Carrell. Another client.

-Oh. Yes? -He wants to rent this house.

-Oh, yes. Well, how are you? -Splendid, thank you.

(kettle whistling)

Number 11 is late.

You just relax now, while I show Mr. Carrell the rest of the house.

-Dinner tonight, maybe? -I wouldn't wonder.

And now, passing from the living room,

we next approach what is known as the library.

A very interesting room containing hundreds of rare volumes.

(whistling continues)

Excuse me. There may be a wreck.

If you don't mind.

Some girls just can't resist a whistle.

That's right. I'm just a poor working girl.

How'd you find the house, working girl?

Well, there's a little dust on your apple pie.

Little dust on your apple pie, too. I didn't--

-And this, I imagine, is the kitchen. -Paul Carrell!

-Well, for heaven's sake-- -Pat Jamieson. Hello there.

-Hello! What are you-- -Well, well, it's a small world, isn't it?

-Too small sometimes. -You know, Miss Trimble,

I haven't seen Pat since, uh, since...

You never married that girl, did you?

-What was her name? Lila-- -Vine.

No, never married her. How's Madrid?

Oh, Madrid is still Madrid.

My company decided I might be more useful here in Washington.

Back home again, thank goodness.

Think you'll be able to stand the American women?

The question is, are they going to be able to stand me?

Oh, you know, this might be a lovely house in which

to experiment along those lines.

-Yes. Say... what are you doing here? -I'm the caretaker.

Most curious. Mr. Jamieson is quite insane, you know.

-Oh, of course. -Hello. Oh, hello.

Set another place, cook.

Jamie, this is Mr. Paul Carrell. He wants to rent the house.

How do you do?

It's the most perfect house, Mrs. Rowan. Charming.

And now that I've met the owner,

I can understand its perfection and its charm.

Yes.

You belong only in a house like this.

And in an old-fashioned dress

with perhaps some flowers, some violets.

Do you like white violets?

If they're fresh. But I'm sure that any from you would be.

You know, I thought this was about a house.

This house is not for rent, Mr. Carrell.

I'm sorry if it has inconvenienced you.

But how could it be an inconvenience

to have met you, Mrs. Rowen?

-I'm well repaid, I assure you. -Let's go, Contacts.

We have a date with a bartender named Charles.

All right. Remember, only three drinks a day from now on.

Jamie, let me know if you change your mind about renting, huh? Bye.

-Bye, all. -I like purple violets.

Goodbye, Mrs. Rowan.

Uh, when will you have lunch with me, Pat?

Oh, I'm-I'm... can't lunch. I'm too busy.

But of course.

That man had the oddest effect on me.

Don't think he didn't mean to have.

Him and his white violets.

By gum, I'm glad to see you.

You weren't supposed to be back here for two weeks.

Well, anyway, I'm glad to see you.

I've been very busy keeping things in order around here.

-I must say, Mr. Jamieson-- -Don't say it.

Don't say it. You can think it, but don't say it.

I got your letters. Thanks.

You didn't actually tell me very much about

-what you were really doing though. -(dog barking)

-How's it going down below? -I can't tell you.

You wouldn't trust me to take a look?

Well, it's your house.

I'd rather hoped that my letters would make you trust me.

-Just wait right there, please. -(dog barking)

Okay.

(dog barking)

Jiminy Crickets, Patrick!

-Oxygen? -Mm.

How long will it take you to complete

your decompression tank?

How'd you know it was a decompression tank?

Oh, just guesswork, I imagine.

What-- What equivalent altitude pressure will this withstand?

About 60,000.

You're pretty smart, aren't you?

Well, that's just a guess.

Fairly dangerous to try that out alone, I-I would imagine.

Oh, you would?

Well, that's just a guess.

Well, what have you been doing with yourself?

Oh, nothing much. I-I've just been around by myself.

Just riding and thinking.

-Big thoughts? -Enormous ones.

Mm-hmm. What about?

Oh... Life with a great big "L."

Well, that's sometimes rewarding. How did you come out?

Not very well.

-Really, Anything I can do? -There might be.

To tell you the truth, that's why I came in this afternoon.

-Really? -Yes, really.

Well, now, th-there's nothing I could that I wouldn't.

Why isn't there?

Well, I don't know. I may be wrong, but I think that you're the most...

-(clang) -The-- The most--

-(clang) -...woman I've ever met in all my life.

(chuckling) I guess that's why you're here.

-Are you sure? -No, no, it's just-- just guesswork.

That's nice because, uh,

I've been guessing that I like you a good deal, too.

And we're so utterly different, we could help each other, couldn't we?

-I mean, really help. That is, if we-- -If we what?

-Don't rush me. Give me time. -1, 2, 3, 4--

You see, it's as I've told you, I've been thinking

all sorts of things and in all sorts of ways.

Backwards, forwards, every which way, but chiefly forwards.

Well, I hope that means that you've decided to stop living in the past.

Yes, that's it, and I got to thinking maybe you're right.

It is stupid of me. It is selfish, but...

It is a terrible world to live in alone with just memories,

and-- and you've got such qualities to face it with,

to do something about it with.

Your eye is so clear, you see so straight.

You're so honest, so quick, so aware of everything, and fearless and forthright.

-Wait a minute, wait a-- -No, don't stop me now.

I know I'm none of those things, except maybe honest.

I've got qualities for it, too.

I'm strong and have lots of energy. And I'm brave, too, in a way.

Things don't get me down, and I can take punishment.

It isn't just this house I can offer you,

or myself as an assistant-- I could be your assistant.

I helped Harry, and I did a lot of college work before that.

It isn't only that, but I-I want to be, I must be part of it.

I can't just stay outside.

Nobody any good can, but I--

I just don't want to be all alone through it.

I want someone to lean on a little, yes, and stand by as well.

-I can do that. -So?

So I thought that, after all we said to each other that first night,

and the way we understand each other about love and so forth...

I mean, I really, well, you know I never could,

and I know how you never could or would or would want to.

And then there's all that powerful commodity to be put to use.

-So I thought. -So you thought?

So I wondered if maybe you'd like to marry me.

Would the idea interest you?

Because, by gum, I'd like you to.

Because, suddenly, I've seen that there can be another basis

for a good and happy marriage besides love.

-And what would that be? -Several of them.

Things shared in common.

Honesty, say, and courage and humor.

Though I haven't got much of that, I'm afraid.

Oh, I think you have a great deal of that

or you never could have thought this up.

It is sort of funny, isn't it?

I feel as though I'd ran a mile.

Mrs. Rowan, you're nuts.

Yes, so are you. That's just the point.

Eh. It would never work.

Why not?

Because of ghosts?

Well, for a lot of reasons.

If you're interested at all, I demand that you think it over.

Well, I mean, two, after all,

two people are getting married without love or the hope of it

without even any desire for it. I--

That's just it. That's just it.

I-I could never even think of it if someone loved me.

I'd feel so guilty all the time.

And you, do you want the-the jealousy

the possessiveness, the misery, the exacting, the demanding?

You'd-you'd be safe forever from the other side of love.

Besides, you said you knew.

You'd have companionship and the independence you prize so.

And you could work.

We could both work, with no interruptions of any kind.

It would take a lot of working at.

There's-there's one thing though. I, um...

-Madame. -I do--

You would never have to give that a thought.

(bell rings)

(dog barks)

-This is for you. -Thank you.

Jamie Jamieson. Be kind of a pretty name.

Don't think I didn't think of that.

-How's it feel? -(muffled) Huh?

How's it feel?

(muffled) Feels fine. How's it look?

Oh, it looks great. You look like Buck Rogers.

Who?

Buck Rogers. He's a great flyer, especially in the stratosphere.

-Where? -In the funny paper.

Well, let's try the oxygen valve.

(doorbell rings)

Doorbell.

Anna's gone out, let him in.

Might be General Stevenson.

Hold everything.

Ah... ah... ah-choo!

Oh... oh.

Ah... (sniffles) Uhh.

-Professor Ginza, well, well. -Hey.

Come in, come in, come in. How are you?

My woman-hating friend, How do you like Washington?

Fine, fine, fine. You'll spend the night.

Well, are you sure, Patrick?

Oh, sure. You couldn't have come at a better time.

-Well. -I just started my first test.

-Really? -I don't think the thing'll work tonight,

but I want you to see what I've been doing anyway.

Oh, oh yes, I forgot. Hey, great piece of luck.

This is Professor Ginza, I've told you about.

Oh, how do you do, Professor Ginza?

How do you... Excuse me.

How do you do?

-This is my little tank job. -Oh. Nice. Very nice.

Honey of a pump.

I can get her up to 30,000 feet in less than two minutes.

Hey, say, Patrick. Who is that?

Oh, oh, oh I'm sorry.

Uh, uh, uh, may I introduce my assistant and my wife.

Well, Patrick! I congratulate you.

-Thank you. -Mrs. Jamieson, I can only say...

Mrs. Jamieson, I congratulate you, too.

Thank you very much, professor.

Well, come on, excuse me. Uh, uh, let's get on with it, huh?

You mind stepping into your plane, Mrs. Jamieson?

-Good luck, Mr. Jamieson. -Thank you. Same to you.

Now be careful, won't you?

-Yeah. Yeah. -Drive slowly.

Don't bump into any clouds.

You get too much oxygen, you gotta pull over the curb,

or they'll pinch you for drunken driving.

How will I know if I get too much?

You'll know, all right.

Will you handle the exhaust valve?

(machine humming)

Okay.

Oxygen starting in at four pounds pressure.

Altitude 4,000 at zero minutes, 20.

Check.

You weren't married when I saw you in Chicago.

No.

Oxygen coming in at 4.7.

Altitude 18,000 at zero, 58.

-Oxygen intake perfect. -Check.

You were perhaps engaged to her then?

No, only met her two months ago.

Well, she's not like the girl in Paris.

Should say not.

Oxygen coming in at 5.1.

Jamie: 149, oxygen intake perfect.

Uh, when were you married?

This afternoon.

This afternoon?

But, Pat, your wedding day.

I'm worried about that valve.

Oxygen still at 5.2

Jamie: Oxygen intake perfect.

She's very useful to me.

Used to work with Perry a little at Columbia.

Yes, good, good. But what am I doing here?

Here's where I load it.

Pat: Oxygen going up now, 5.9.

(slurring) Altitude perfect. Oxygen intake...

Whee! I feel so uptake, intake, outtake.

I take, you take, we all take.

I take, you take, I take, we all take.

That settles it. Come on down.

Pull over to the curb, you're coming down, Mrs. Uptake.

What happened?

Too much gas.

What?

Oh, okay.

I hope it wasn't my fault.

No, no, no, it wasn't you fault. How do you feel?

All right. Um, I feel all right, um...

Uh-oh, Pat, maybe it was something with the valve.

I feel intake, uptake, outtake. I don't know.

3,000. 2,000.

1,000.

Happy landing, Mrs. Uptake.

(all chuckling)

Ohh.

How'd it go?

Well, wait, wait a minute, have to undo this.

Maybe we could-we could... try it again, Pat, at a lower pressure.

No. No, I don't think that was the trouble.

-You, professor? -No, possibly not.

But you can't solve this problem in one day.

Especially your wedding day.

Miss Jamieson, I can't tell you.

You see, I was Patrick's father's best friend.

I'm so very happy that he has found

what he has been looking for.

A woman who can stand on her head.

Exactly, exactly, Patrick.

And now, Mrs. Jamieson, that you have come down

from 35,000 feet to the level on which you were married,

I think, I say good night.

Oh no, but you-- you're gonna spend the night...

-Pat, didn't you ask him? -Oh, sure.

Who, me? No, no, thank you.

I have a very urgent outtake. I'm late.

-No, no, you must stay. -No, no, no, you stay here.

-It's silly for you to leave. -What are you talking about?

Professor, professor, you don't understand.

What don't I understand, Pat?

Well, you see us...

We-we-we have a few questions we'd like to ask you.

Oh, Patrick, you are a big boy now.

I'll be back tomorrow in the afternoon

after I've seen General Stevenson.

I'll tell him that you have made satisfactory progress, up to now, anyway.

(dog barks)

Well, even-even Dizzy wants you to stay.

-What's the dog's name? -Dizzy.

Dizzy? (laughs)

That's quite a name to live up to in this house.

-Well, goodbye, Mrs. Jamieson. -Goodbye.

I'm very happy to have met you. Bye, Pat.

Professor, you'd...

-Well, he didn't have to insult Dizz. -(chuckles)

I guess it's no use trying to explain our marriage to anyone.

No, we can't expect people to understand.

-Did it upset you? -The experiment?

Oh no, just means we have more work to do, that's all.

I'll turn out the lights. I'm tired.

You're tired, Mr. Jamieson?

-I flew up 35,000 feet. -And upside down, too.

-Were you ashamed of me? -I was proud of you.

Ginza likes you, too. We're off to a flying start.

Hey, what are you doing?

-Are these your pajamas? -I hope so, why?

Glad I don't have to see you in them.

Fish eyes swimming in mucilage.

Well, good night, Mrs. Uptake, intake, outtake.

If I couldn't invent a better helmet than that.

-We will. -You will.

-Breakfast at 7:30. -Well, thank you.

-Good night. -Good night.

(soft orchestral music)

Dizz. Hey, Dizz. Dizz. (whistles softly)

(whispering) Dizz, hey.

(shrieks)

Mr. Jamieson. Mr. Jamieson.

Aah! Oh, oh, oh, oh!

What are you doing in my bedroom?

Get out of here.

I think it would be better if you didn't try to pretend anything.

Pretend? Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

Get... Where is my bathrobe?

You happen to be in my bed.

Yes.

I might have known.

I guess you'll just have to lock me up.

Well, it's no crime, you know.

If you do it, you do it.

Do what?

Somnambulism.

Noctambulism. There are lot of names for it.

There doesn't seem to be any cure for it.

They throw you outta the army for it.

-Oh, Pat, Pat. -Yeah.

-Okay. -Yes.

If it gets any worse, why, you'll have to call the fire--

It couldn't get any worse. If you knew.

I know. Good night.

(door creaks open)

Where were you in my hour of need?

Remind me to trade you in on a cat.

(whimsical music)

What was that measurement again?

133.7.

Let's have a little more light, huh?

(birds chirping)

Let's take tomorrow off and go fishing.

133.7. Hmm?

I said come here, I want to show you something.

What?

-Nature. -Where?

-Out there. -Mm.

Don't be afraid to breath it. It's just Virginia fresh air.

Fresh air, what's that good for?

Oh, you and me after six months in a cellar.

Okay, I'll breath your fresh country air

and I'll smell your fresh country flowers

and I'll listen to your loudmouth birds,

but I won't visit with those visitors that are coming.

(dog barks)

Hi there, Dizzy. Anybody home, hmm?

Anybody home?

Oh, hello, Contacts. Uh, would you like to take a buggy run?

Certainly not. What are you doing down here?

Well, same as you, visiting friends.

-What friends? -Oh, uh, over there.

You mean over there, don't you? That's where Edwina Collins' place is.

Mm, Virginia in April.

(sighs) Edwina Collins in any month.

Is that engagement on again?

Of course not. I just happened to run into her, that's all.

She just happened to ask you down?

Yeah, me and lots of others. There's Sandy Buram, Paul Carrell.

-Oh, is he down here, too? -Mm-hmm.

I thought I heard wolves howling last night.

-Oh, me a wolf. -Ah, you a dyed rabbit.

Oh, yeah? Well, how long since you've been kissed, my sweet?

-Well, let's see. What's today, Saturday? -Mm-hmm.

Since, uh, night before last I guess.

Who by?

An unidentified target.

Somebody in uniform.

-Well, it wasn't a WAC. -Nice going.

Say, uh, where are the married folk?

Oh, out there. Working as usual and not to be disturbed.

How're things going? Any patter of tiny feet?

I haven't been listening.

You know, Paul said a very, very funny thing to me about them this morning.

He wondered if I had... noticed anything.

Oh, you mean such as her wearing his white violets

the last couple times they had lunch.

No, no, no, he wondered if I had noticed

the, uh, absence of anything.

The absence of what?

Well, it's-it's a little difficult to put into words.

Well, maybe you can act it out.

Now, that's a very good idea.

Supposing that I'm Pat and you're Jamie, see.

All right.

Well, you-you don't look like Jamie.

Here, just tilt your head back a little. There, that's better.

Now, uh, Paul says he never remembers seeing them, uh, do this.

Oh, he does, huh?

Well, not only that...

but this.

Did you notice it, too?

Well, I'm beginning to.

Maybe, maybe we can rehearse some more, huh?

-Second act. -Curtain.

Mm? Oh, hello, Jamie.

I hope I don't interrupt your work.

I hope I don't interrupt yours.

This isn't work.

(horse neighs)

-You said it, Dobbin. -Her name isn't Dobbin.

-Maybe she wants a drink. -Well, who doesn't?

There's a pail in the barn. I'll see what we've got.

What'll it be, old girl, Rum Collins, Tom Collins?

Edwina Collins?

Why, Kitty Trimble, aren't you ashamed?

Now, don't you go trying to make me feel guilty.

Kitty, I wouldn't dream of it. It looked such fun.

-It often is. -Often?

Does it really happen to you often?

Well, not any more so than is good for me.

Just never does to me.

-Well, I should hope not. -Why?

-'Cause you're different. -How?

From me? Well, you're a person of some stature.

Stature. You mean tall?

-I'm not so tall. -I mean tall in soul.

In addition to which, you're married.

In addition to which I'm from New England.

-So, you see. -Oh, dear.

You don't seriously mean you'd like to have passes made at you.

No, no, I just like to feel that someone might want to.

Course, there was that Brazilian that tried to hold hands under the table.

But I expect he was just being good neighborly.

Oh, sure. Like Paul Carrell.

Now, there's a real nice neighbor for you.

Paul doesn't think of me that way.

He doesn't think of anything any other way.

(phone rings)

I'll get it, Anna.

Hello? Yes.

Yes, he'll be here tonight.

Well-well, what time will Colonel Braden telephone?

Yes. Yes, thank you.

-By gum! -Good news?

Maybe. By gum!

-Hey, Washington called. -Who was it, the Colonel?

His office. He's going to call you later.

Oh, just teasing us, huh?

Well, I suppose that's a colonel's privilege.

-Who was your visitor? -Quent.

Quent. Oh, that's good. He brings me luck.

-What luck? -You.

Why, Mr. Jamieson, whatever are you saying?

Yes, sir. It was a lucky night for me

the night you proposed marriage to me.

I proposed to you, a lady doesn't do that.

-That's no lady, that's my partner. -(chuckles)

The concern of Jamieson and Jamieson

is quite a going one, wouldn't you say?

The formula's perfect, Pat.

You've made me over into something useful and alive.

I never felt it so much as today.

Nonsense, no one ever made you over into anything.

You're your own special creation, you always will be.

-Only... -Only?

Only, I sometimes wonder if you don't miss love more than you admit.

No, I don't. How about you?

Who runs away from the telephone every time it might be Lila Vine's in town?

Listen to me, Jamie.

You never catch me running away from anything.

My mind is much too busy with other things to...

think about anything like that. Get that through your head once and for all.

And you be sure, Mr. Pat, that my head's all I've to get it through.

And that it's through that already.

-Then why for the love of-- -Love of what, Pat?

What love have we two anything to do with?

(phone rings)

-Uh, uh, Washington! -Jeepers, I hope so.

Yes? Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

Yeah, yeah, tell him I'll-I'll be right there.

I forgot. I told Paul Carrell I'll go riding with him.

-Do you need me anymore? -No, mm.

Tomorrow, you learn to ride a horse.

-You hear? -Tomorrow.

(whimsical orchestral music)

-It's nice, isn't it? -Perfect.

This is the first time I've been in Virginia in April.

"April, April with her girlish laughter." That's a poem.

"April is the cruelest month." That's another poem.

What's the rest of it?

"April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out

"of the dead land.

Mixing memory and desire."

"Mixing memory and desire." Who wrote that?

T.S. Elliot. "The Waste Land."

What comes after mixing memory and desire?

"Stirring dull roots with spring rain."

I was a dull root.

Now, you're stirring.

Mixing memory and desire.

Whoa.

Tell me something.

Why haven't you ever asked me about Lila Vine?

You knew that I knew her.

Possibly because I wasn't interested.

Most unusual.

-Unless... -Unless what?

Never in my life will I understand American marriages.

Will you have lunch in town with me next week, the usual place?

If I'm in town.

Would you prefer that I ask Pat this time?

(chuckles)

-What's funny? -You, and your primness.

I'm glad you can laugh.

Well, I do lots. Why shouldn't I?

Because all at once, I think I understand a very curious fact...

-Mm? -...of a lovely girl who doesn't love her husband.

Who doesn't love...

Well, what are you talking about?

And who doubtless never has, nor he you, possibly.

Amidst all this plenty, starvation.

-I never heard such-- -Never angry with him.

Never malicious. The perfect marriage.

And now your calm, dispassionate lack of interest in a girl

he was once madly in love with, possibly still is.

-Possibly? -Well, that proves it. You don't love him.

Well, suppose Pat and I happen to believe

that two people can help each other much more if they aren't in love?

Very perverse. Very interesting, though.

If we aren't a hundred times happier than any number

of people who married for love...

-I tell you it works. -Sweet girl.

-And if it does, what's the difference? -None, except to me.

-We'll talk about it in town. -I don't think we will.

My primness, did you say?

Well, how foolish of me. We'll talk about it in town.

That-That's the last time you'll do that, though.

-If you prefer. -I prefer.

What you said just now about Pat and me, it isn't true.

We're-We're very much in love in every way.

I've already forgotten that the subject came up.

(light orchestral music)

(sighs)

Ohh.

(chuckles)

Oh.

Pat, hey!

Pat.

-Where's Mr. Jamieson? -He's gone back to Washington.

To Washington?

-Where's Miss Kitty? -Out front.

I'll send a wire about clothes if I catch the Chicago train.

-Anything else, Colonel? -Nothing, except some sleep.

Oh, does that door lock on the outside?

-Why, no, sir. -Thank you.

-Why did you ask that, Mr. Jamieson? -I'll tell you later.

Hope you didn't mind my ordering the berths made up, Mr. Jamieson.

I need sleep badly.

There was a dog barking outside my window all last night.

-You don't like dogs? -In their proper place.

(chuckles)

-Did I say something funny? -No, no, no.

Hope you don't mind my taking the lower.

No, no. No, no. No, sir.

I don't mind anything. I-I just hope you've...

-...brought sleeping pills with you. -Never use drugs.

-(dog growls) -Hey, what's that?

Uh, this is a little invention of mine.

Hello, Dizz. It works on exactly the same principle as the other mask.

Of course, not for the lower temperatures.

Now, the oxygen container, you see, is carried on the back--

Mr. Jamieson.

And-And the little valve works automatically--

-Mr. Jamieson. -Yeah, and I have--

Mr. Jamieson, I have been assigned by General Stevenson

to assist you to conduct a serious scientific--

-(knocking on door) -Who is it?

Jamie: I'm looking for a Mr. Patrick Jamieson.

-Jamie? -Hey, Pat.

-I made it. -Good.

Hello, Dizz.

Boy, was it close. I didn't even have time to pack a bag.

Uh, Colonel Braden, this is Mrs. Jamieson.

Isn't this lucky? I hope I'll be able to find a berth somewhere.

Oh, but Mrs. Jamieson, that's up to me now.

Oh, no, no, Colonel. I'll find an upper somewhere.

-What? -Well, what I mean...

Maybe we ought to draw lots.

Oh, hardly. I'll find something.

Sorry to be... Wait a minute.

-Sorry to be such a bother. -I assure you, it's a great pleasure.

-Good night. -Good night.

Good night. Good night there, Colonel.

(chuckling)

-Well. -Hello.

-Oh, Pat, I had to come. -I'm glad you did.

-Really? -Yes, mm-hmm. Only...

Have you got a pair of pajamas, extra?

(stammering) I think so, yes. I hope so.

(knocking on door)

Excuse me, Colonel.

What time did you and the other gentleman wish to be called?

About an hour before the train gets in.

Thank you, Colonel.

Yes, sir.

The colonel's sleeping in the washroom.

-Only he's not sleeping. -Poor colonel.

(train whistle blowing)

-Say, uh... -Hmm?

Would you like to tie this for me?

I'm afraid if I tie it myself

I'll remember how to untie my own knot.

They still look like fish eyes.

What does? Oh.

-Want to trade? -Oh, no, no.

Thanks very much, but no thanks.

Would you like something to read? I've got some books in the station.

You're a funny girl, aren't you?

You didn't remember to bring any pajamas, but books, yes.

Books are more important than pajamas.

Only in some states.

The Supreme Court hasn't decided that yet.

Say, would you toss up those magazines that are in my bag, darling?

Thanks.

Did you read Steiner's article

on the stratosphere in the new "Technical Review"?

Mm-hm.

It's not very good. Don't bother with it.

Oh, I'd forgotten this one completely.

This one what?

"Ah, love, let us be true to one another, for this world

which seems to lie before us like a land of dreams."

Which issue of the "Technical Review" is that in?

Matthew Arnold. It was my father's favorite poem.

What's yours?

-Favorite poem? -Mm-hm.

Hmm. "Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses."

I like Dorothy Parker, too.

Here's Edna Millay.

"Oh, come again to Astolat. I will not ask you to be kind.

And you may go when you will go and I will stay behind."

All right so far.

Pat, do you remember anything about a poem that goes, um...

"April is the cruelest month,

"breeding lilacs out of the dead land.

"Mixing memory and desire,

stirring dull roots with spring rain."

"Mixing memory and desire"? Where'd you get that one?

Paul Carrell, this afternoon.

Carrell?

He certainly doesn't mix any desire with memory. He takes it straight.

I'm ashamed of myself, Pat. I lied to him this afternoon.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

I told him you and I loved each other very much in every way.

Well, how did that particular subject happen to come up?

He kissed me.

Hm. Good old Paul.

Temperature?

-Temperature normal. -Oxygen intake?

-Oxygen intake perfect. -Vision?

Vision clear.

Check.

Check.

Good night.

Good night, Pat.

(train whistle blowing)

(moody orchestral music)

(indistinct chattering)

Mr. Jamieson. Mr. Patrick Jamieson.

Mr. Jamieson.

-Woman: I'm crazy about this music. -Remind me to dance with you.

(buzzer)

-I'm starved. -This is no place to eat.

Elevator Operator: 12th floor.

Say, do you know where I could buy some flowers?

Cleopatra Roof.

(swing music playing)

-You want something, sir? -Yes, I want a lot of them.

It's April on the Cleopatra Roof.

(tearful) Well, those are very beautiful. $5.00.

Well, don't let it get you down. I've got $5.00.

These should make my wife very happy, don't you think?

And that should make you very happy.

I am happy, it's-- it's-- ah-- ah-choo!

Flowers give me hay fever. Excuse me.

Man: Patrick Jamieson.

-Yes, yes. Yeah. -Mr. Jamieson?

-Telephone. -Oh, thank you.

You can take it over there.

Thank you. I may-may make a reservation later.

(speaks French)

Yes, and I'll make it in French.

Yes, thank you.

Thank you.

-Thank you, sir. -Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, uh, do you have a call for Mr. Jamieson?

Yes.

Hello?

Hello, Lila.

Yes. Yes, I remember you.

What is that? What is...

Well... well, uh, that's unfortunate, I... but I don't un--

How...

Well, how would seeing me help you any, Lila? I...

Oh, don't say that. Well, uh...

Yes, yes, yes, all right. I'll call... tomorrow.

Tomorrow. I'll call you there tomorrow. Yeah. Yes, yes.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday... ♪

-This isn't my birthday. -I know it. It's mine.

♪ Happy birthday, dear Jamie ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ ...to you ♪

I'm gonna get my wish.

Maybe.

How about letting a fellow in on this?

Well, you see, it...

It really isn't my birthday until next we-- week.

But I thought we ought to have some reason to celebrate

our first night together in a hotel.

Here's to you, Pat.

To you, Jamie.

-Ah. -Mmm.

It's good, isn't it?

I haven't had any for an awfully long time.

Do you, um... like my new dress?

-Mm-hmm. -I like it.

Dizzy likes it.

I thought perhaps if you weren't too tired, we might go out dancing.

Of course, if you don't want to, we can celebrate right here.

Have some more wine, Pat.

There's a place downstairs called the Cleopatra Room.

-Cleopatra's on the roof. -Oh, is she?

That's even better for us. As high as possible, 50,000 feet.

We might even go 60,000 feet if we drink enough champagne.

Ginza said...

-But that's another story. -Ginza said what?

I-I had a long talk with him on the telephone.

He loves you very much. I think he likes me, too.

He wants us to be happy.

He didn't think I should go home until you do.

Home?

Well, you see, I'm not much real use to anyone

now that the Army has taken over.

Poor Pat.

You're tired, aren't you?

And the Cleopatra Room will probably be horribly crowded.

And besides, Cleopatra was bitten by a snake,

and we wouldn't want that to happen to us, would we?

Here's to us, Pat.

To us, Jamie.

You can-- You can get Cleopatra's music

right here in your own room.

(orchestral dance music)

Isn't science wonderful?

We don't have to go upstairs or downstairs.

We can dance right here in my lady's chamber.

This is my dance I believe, Mr. Jamieson.

(music continues)

Radio host: You are listening to dance music from the Cleopatra Roof.

I'll open the other bottle of wine.

Come on, it's your turn.

(clears throat)

Flat.

It's very flat.

Yes.

Too bad.

Dizzy, get off that couch!

I said get off the couch.

Dizzy, get off the couch.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I spoke so crossly.

(music stops)

Here, maybe I can fix that.

(coughs)

Thank you.

Why don't you marry her? She's getting a divorce.

Why don't you go to Washington and see her?

Why don't you send for her?

I came here to do a job.

But you do want to see her. Then, for pity's sake, why don't you,

and get it over with? You're free. Send for her!

I'm-I'm sorry, Pat.

So am I.

Get down, Dizz!

Do you realize you're objecting not to my seeing too much of a girl

but to my wish not to see her at all?

-To my mind, that's much worse. -How do you figure that?

Well, if you're afraid to see her, it must mean that you still love her.

-You're not making sense. -I am making sense, and you know it.

Why in heaven's name can't you understand?

I'm going for a walk.

I won't be here when you get back.

That's up to you.

(cars honking)

Well, my boy, this is the big day.

Now, let me see.

Pulse, respiration, blood pressure. Mm-hmm.

It's too bad Mrs. Uptake Outtake

won't be here to witness your triumph.

-Yeah. -Well...

Uh, say, tell me honestly, Patrick,

would you care to postpone this test?

-Why? -Maybe until your wife returns?

She's not returning. Let's go.

(indistinct chatter)

Well, Patrick, you are about to try out

your Jamieson super-duper oxygen mask

under actual flying conditions.

I hope it works as well up in the air

as it did down in the cellar.

All right. There you are.

Now put this on.

Uh, that way...

Now, Patrick, keep those lights parallel.

'If they become unsteady, I'll know you are in trouble.'

Okay? Good luck to you.

Now, boys. Canopy.

That's right.

-Better start the oxygen now, Mr. Jamieson. -What's the altitude?

Ellis: Altitude, 9,000. Temperature, 61 above.

Wiggle the stick, Patrick.

Hold her steady now.

Altitude, 29,000.

Ginza: Up you go, Patrick.

Altitude, 29,000. Temperature, 21 below.

21 at 29.

-Everything okay, Thompson? -Yes, sir.

(whirring)

Pulse, 67.

Respiration, 11.

Blood pressure, 129 over 83.

Nothing wrong yet, Doctor.

RPM, 41.

Altitude, 41,000. Temperature, 61 below.

Peripheral vision slightly off at 45,000.

Blood pressure, 113 over 70.

-Respiration down to seven. -How's the pulse?

-85. -Good.

Man: Pulse up to 92.

50,000!

He's done it. He's done it.

-Altitude, 52,800. -Ten miles.

That's 7,000 feet higher than we hoped for.

-Respiration down to six. -Pulse up to 101.

Ginza: Bring him down the minute he blacks out.

Jamie. Jamie.

We made it.

(romantic orchestral music)

(whispering) Dizzy, come here. Come here.

Dizzy.

Now, you be quiet. Come here.

Quiet.

Hiya, Dizzy. What are you doing home?

-(dog barks) -Well, it's about time. Did you get my wire?

-Should I have? -Yes, frankly.

You haven't seen the body of Quentin Ladd around, have you?

-What's all that? -That's a surprise for Jamie.

Oh, well, the surprise is on you.

I just left Jamie in the arms of Paul Carrell.

What are you talking about?

A dance, Einstein. Nothing more, yet... I hope.

Good old Paul. He gets around, doesn't he?

Say, what happened in Chicago?

Since Jamie came back she's been giving

a good imitation of a powder keg.

Well, Paul left his matches behind.

Well, he also carries a lighter, and it works.

He's no amateur bombardier, mister.

Kitty, had personal experiences along those lines?

Oh, just once-over lightly.

He thinks she's on the target now, huh?

Do you know what I think about men?

I think they're the most stupid, the most ignorant

the most conceited... present company included, of course.

Present company included.

And Quent's right up there with you.

He hasn't called me in three days, I don't even know where he is.

I saw his beloved Edwina at the party tonight, though.

What a gang.

All the evening's entertainment needs is a playgirl from Chicago

Who I met yesterday.

Named, ah, Lila Vine.

-Where? -Oh, one of those cocktail things.

Say, she really takes over a party, that Lila and her piano.

And her cute little curls and that long cigarette holder. Did you ever see that?

It's so long she can smoke in two rooms at the same time.

-I take it you didn't like her. -Oh, I loved her.

So did Jamie.

-Was Jamie there? -Mm-hmm, with Mr. Carrell.

Lila sang her some of your favorite French songs.

"Trez chick."

Where'd you say Jamie was now?

At the Whitestone, Maggie Lorrington's apartment.

-Do I have to dress? -You're going?

That's more like it.

If Quentin's there, you can tell him for me that I'm through with him.

He's like smoking. It's easier to cut it out altogether.

On second thought, I think I'll go with you and tell him myself.

Get out of here.

What's the occasion?

British or Russian, one of them things, you know.

Thank you.

Quentin: Hi, Contacts!

Well, what do you think? They took me.

-My boy, I'm proud of you. -Thank you.

Well, what's the matter?

I mean, heh, don't you wanna win the war?

Oh, terribly sorry.

-If you don't mind. -Oh, not at all. Not at all, sir.

-Not at all. Go right in. Go right in. -Thank you.

Oh, they're splendid chaps. (chuckles)

High-ho and a bottle of rum.

Oh, come on, I'm thirsty.

I have something to say to you.

Sailor, beware. Breakers ahead.

(soft orchestral music)

-Telegram for Mrs. Jamieson. -Maybe she's gone home.

Well, here we are, folks. Hot, fresh, barbequed bourbon.

Doesn't do nobody any good.

Well, it's the kind of good I like done me.

I think I'll see if they left any trace.

Uh, step right this way, Miss Trimble, if you please.

Now, then, uh, what did you wanna say to me?

-Goodbye. -Goodbye?

-Is that what you wanted to say to me? -Yes.

Well, now that's over, we can have a drink.

'Cause I want to say something to you.

-What? -Hello.

Hello, Kitty, how are you? Gee, it's good to see you back.

I'm not coming back, ever.

I've stood it as long as I can.

You're unreliable, untrustworthy and unappreciative.

Well, you're doing fine. Here, try this one.

I haven't finished. Except with you.

Absolutely, completely, and forever.

Oh, this may be the last time we see each other, you know.

You mean you're really going someplace?

One never knows in the Navy.

Tomorrow maybe?

I just thought at least you'd give me a goodbye kiss.

Just as a patriotic gesture, of course.

Well, I'll let you know when I finish this drink.

-Contacts, I'm gonna miss you. -Oh, no, you're not.

Looks fine on you, though.

-It does? -Mm-hmm.

Well, then, why don't you finish that drink?

Just tilt your head back, I'll be right with you.

This is your last kiss.

Oh, on my honor as a sailor.

Goodbye, sailor.

(jazz music playing)

Goodbye, Lieutenant.

That's the quickest commission a sailor ever got. (chuckles)

Oh, there's a submarine off the starboard bow.

Clear for action.

(music continues)

I beg your pardon, Miss Trimble, have you seen Quentin?

Uh, he was here a minute ago.

Quentin!

-So you had to do it, didn't you? -Yes, Edwina.

I told you father was trying to get you a commission.

-I already have my commission. -As what?

-As an admiral. -Ha ha. Very funny.

I'm going home now. I want you to come with me.

I'm afraid I can't, Edwina. Navy regulations.

Article XI, Section Three.

An admiral answers only to one person...

his wife.

Congratulations, I'm sure you'll be very happy.

(jazz music continues)

-Edwina, have you seen-- -Yes.

-When did she leave? -She? I thought you meant Quentin.

I meant Jamie.

You've been away, haven't you, Professor?

Look. If you don't know when Jamie went home--

Home? Why should she go home? She was having a whirl.

Has the great lover gone, too?

-If you mean Carrell-- -"If I mean Carrell."

If you mean Carrell, he left the party alone.

Then that makes everything all right, doesn't it?

Jamie is probably on her way home,

and Paul is probably in his apartment downstairs, reading a book.

What's the matter, brain? You look worried.

I am worried. I'm terribly worried about you.

Why don't you try having your mind lifted?

-Paul: Who is it? -Pat Jamieson.

-Who? -Pat Jamieson!

Well, Patrick, I thought you were in Chicago.

-No, I'm in Washington. -So I see.

Thought I'd drop in for a drink.

I can see that, too.

Well, almost looks as though you might have been expecting me.

I don't like to drink alone.

That's friendly. I like that.

-Cigarette? -No, no, no, thanks.

I don't like them rouge-tipped.

Some wine?

-How did you find Jamie? -How did I find her?

Here you are, Patrick.

Not what we used to drink in Paris, but, uh... very pleasant.

You left a little rouge on the glass, too.

Can you imagine that?

Terrible service in this hotel.

Tell me how you found Jamie.

I'll tell you when I see her.

I thought she might be at the party upstairs.

-She was. -She was?

Looking radiant, too.

Her trip to Chicago must have done her a world of good.

Here's to the new Jamie.

Is there something seriously wrong with the old one?

Evidently not.

The perfect wife and the perfect husband.

No faults, no jealousies.

Marriage without pain.

You think I think that's her scarf, don't you?

-Why should you think that? -Because I know you.

But I also know Jamie...

and that's how I know it's not her scarf.

That doesn't mean anything, either.

I thought you weren't supposed to be jealous.

Not of you, my friend. Never of you.

-Lila Vine once said that-- -That isn't what we're talking about.

-Jamie isn't Lila, is that it? -That's it.

For instance, Lila might hide behind that door.

Jamie never would.

Your faith is admirable, Patrick.

But as a scientist, I think I'll back up my faith

with a little investigation.

-I wouldn't do that. -Why not?

Because I don't want you to.

-I want the key. -What good will it do?

-Prove that I'm right. -Do you need proof?

No, but you do. If I don't get the key and go into that room

you'll make up quite a story about all this.

All right, give me the key or I'll kick it in.

All right.

Well, scientist, are you satisfied?

I always have been. How about you?

Perfectly. Now, let's have some wine.

Yeah.

Cheer up, Patrick. What are you worried about now?

I'm worried about a heel.

-Me? -No, me.

You'd better save that for your friend, they're rationed.

-When did she go to bed? -When she got home.

Did you leave that cake and stuff in there?

-Yes, yes. Did she see that? -Yes.

Did she say anything?

She said she didn't want to be disturbed.

Oh.

Well, what time did she get home?

I couldn't tell you I'm sure.

Since you tinkered with the kitchen clock,

it's never run right.

See that, Dizz?

That's a medal.

It's a medal they gave me for that oxygen mask.

And no matter what you think of her personally,

she deserves it more than I do.

(dog barking)

Shh. Quiet now. Mustn't wake her up.

Mustn't we?

(dog snarling)

No! No, not now. Now, now, look, Dizz!

Dizz, take it easy. Now, look. Hey, Dizz!

Now, look, Dizz, this is okay.

I'm awake, you see? Now, watch. Now, watch.

Now, now, now, look. Dizz! Dizz!

Now, now, look, take it easy. Take it easy.

Now, don't be a cluck, Dizz.

This is not on the level. Follow?

Here, this is a gag. Now, sit. Now, watch me.

Now, watch. Now, watch.

Look. Look. Now, look.

Pat, darling.

You're back. However are you?

(dog barking)

Oh, darling? How am I? Oh, I'm simply supreme.

Very (indistinct).

I gained four pounds and then lost them again,

and I'm full of all sorts and descriptions of mischief.

-Isn't this fun? -'Say, what are you--'

Your poor frazzled self. You've been working too hard again.

The north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow

and what will poor Patrick do then, poor thing?

Hey, hey.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Do come down, dear, and I'll run you up some sharps and flats.

-What, darling? -I didn't say anything.

-What, sweet? -I said I didn't say anything.

Still the same old Pat. Comes right back at a girl.

-Well, how do I look to you? -You look slightly over-lit.

I couldn't be more thrilled at seeing you home.

Come and kiss me, sweet-and-twenty.

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Have you been knocking a few over or something?

Oh, darling? Oh, no, just sheer, wonderful animal spirit.

I love animals, don't you? I love their spirits.

How she loved the chiffon nightie.

Wear it with the fur-side outside.

Wear it with the skin-side inside.

Come and kiss me, laughing water.

But on the second thought, no. I spent hours on my makeup.

Like my flowers, sweet? Paul is so thoughtful.

I must remember to put them back in the icebox.

Put Paul back in the icebox, too.

(laughs)

Smell them.

Paul, dear Paul. He's quite mad about me, you know.

-What are you supposed to be? -Me? Me, Jamie Coco.

Me, French gal. I brush up on my music un petit peu.

Want to hear?

(plays piano)

(singing in French)

Stop it! (bangs piano keys)

But, darling, Lila told me you simply adored cette chanson.

N'est-ce pas ?

Come here, my little sleeping beauty.

Why, why, whatever is the matter, sweet?

You're going to find out what's the matter.

-But I... I thought you liked girls like that. -No.

Toujoursyoung. Toujoursgay. Toujourson their heels.

No, I don't like anything about it.

I don't like your dress, I don't like your flowers

and I don't like that!

-Ouch! By gum. -Not even your own.

They are too mine.

They were in a box in my father's desk.

What do you think you're doing?

I've been giving you a little finger wave.

Five curls.

So you saw Lila.

Yes, I did.

-So did I, in Chicago. -Oh, and?

So your little imitation was unnecessary,

if that's why you did it.

If you still love her, the quicker you get a divorce,

-the better. -That's right.

Now, with your beautiful freedom back again

I wonder what you'll be doing with it?

Remembering your shining face, I expect.

That's sweet, Pat. That's very sweet. I think I'll settle for that.

Will you get the divorce or shall I get it?

-You get it. -I haven't any grounds.

Pat, I've got to tell you something.

I'm not sure that I want to hear it.

As a matter of fact, I'm certain I don't.

It doesn't matter.

You mean I have no authority, even in your own house?

-I nearly did, Pat. -Nearly did what?

-Fall. -For Paul? Ridiculous.

-I know. But it's true. -Oh, nonsense.

(playing piano) You're not the falling type.

You're like the Tower of Pisa.

You may have certain leanings, but you always remain upright.

-You don't think I'm serious. -All right, you're serious.

Are you going to Reno or shall I go?

Or we could go together, Pat.

It might be fun.

Mighty pretty, this western country.

-Mighty. -(playing "Oh Susanna")

-Feel the altitude? -I thought it was my heart.

Here we are coming into town. Made that in nothing flat.

That must be the Metropole.

Hmm, right nice hotel, they tell me.

I hope they have rooms for us. Is there somebody still at the desk?

Yes, right here.

Good evening, whatever your name is.

-Good evening, miss. -Missus, if you don't mind.

I don't mind. Don't mind a bit.

Uh, have you two rooms reserved in the name of Jamieson?

How long do you expect to be here?

-The usual time, six weeks. -Oh.

-Divorce you're after? -It's a divorce he's after.

(scoffs) Don't be silly.

He's obviously mad about you.

What makes you think so?

His heart.

I can't see it.

You're standing in the wrong light.

His every thought overflows with you.

Waking, sleeping and sleepwalking.

Go on.

Oh, now, don't rush me. Just take it easy.

After all, he flew to Washington with a cake on his lap for your birthday.

Your real birthday, and he hates birthdays.

Have you reservations for us or have you not?

Well, we might have, with, uh, certain reservations.

Can't you possibly rid yourself of them?

We understood it was to be for a single.

-Who's the person with you? -My husband.

-Oh, that's what you say. -All right.

He's my gentleman friend.

Uh, We may have something on the second floor.

A little old-fashioned, do you mind?

No, I don't mind.

So you will send the luggage up in a little while?

In a very little while, madam.

And in the meantime, uh, here's the key to your room.

Oh, Pat.

-Thank you so very much. -Not at all.

We're looking forward to having you with us.

(whimsical music)

(orchestral music)