All language subtitles for Kitty.Foyle.1940.WEBRip.1080p.DD2.0.x264.eng

♪ I want a girl
just like the girl ♪

♪ That married dear old dad ♪

♪ She was a Pearl
and the only girl ♪

♪ That daddy ever had ♪

♪ A good old-fashioned girl
with heart so true ♪

♪ One who loves
nobody else but you ♪

[playing I want a girl]

[Gramophone playing
a bicycle built for two]

♪ Rally round the flag, boys,
we'll rally once again ♪

♪ Shouting the battle cry
of freedom ♪

♪ The union forever ♪

♪ Hurrah, boys, hurrah ♪

♪ Down with the traitor ♪

♪ Up with the star ♪

♪ While we rally round the flag,
boys, we'll rally once again ♪

♪ Shouting the battle cry
of freedom ♪

[trolley bell ringing]

Woman: Got a date
tonight, Jane?

Same date I have every night--

with the Saturday evening post.

Don't you girls ever
think of anything but men?

The idea of spending
your whole life

flattering the ego of
some tobacco-smelling male!

I can think of a thousand
better ways of being happy.

Name two.

You said it!

Some people might kid
themselves, but me--

I want a man, and I don't
care who knows it.

Amen, sister.

Anywhere from 18 to 80.

They don't come too old
or too young for me.

But isn't independence
worth anything to you?

After all, what's the difference

between men bachelors
and girl bachelors?

Men bachelors are
that way on purpose.

I'm past all that, praise Mary.

I'm so old,

I can't even remember
me first kiss.

Well, I can't even
remember me last.

I'm sorry, kitty.

We had a couple emergency cases

at the hospital.
I had to stay late.

Have you been waiting long?

Oh, no.
Just got here.

Good.

Step on it, driver.

You must be as hungry as I am.

I'm afraid you're going
to get a little hungrier,

because I've got to catch
another case first.

What, before dinner?

Yes. Emergency.
As a matter of fact,

we're racing a stork
right this minute.

Hurry, doctor.

[Baby cries]

Take care of this a minute
while I finish up.

[Baby crying]

You have no idea
how right you look

with a baby in your arms.

You have no idea
how right I feel.

Boy or girl?

It's a boy.

Almost lost the little fella.

Might have been better
if he hadn't pulled through.

Don't say that, mark.

It's always better
to pull through.

There's something about
the way you said that.

Kitty, will you--

I got a lot of money
tied up in that little hoop.

There's no other way I can
get any use out of it.

Will you marry me?

Do you think you could
find my finger

under all these blankets?

You did say yes, didn't you?

I mean, it's all clear
and there's no confusion,

and you understood
what I asked you?

You asked me to marry you,

didn't you?

That's it, exactly.

I got it. That's
why I said yes.

What I'm getting around to is...

That fella in Philadelphia.

Is that all over?

All over.

You're not kidding
yourself, are you?

It wouldn't do either
of us any good

if you weren't sure about it.

I'm sure, darling.

Look, I've got to go back
to the hospital now,

but I'll check out at midnight.

You get your bags packed
and meet me there,

and we'll go straight
to Gretna Green.

Gretna Green?

Sure. They've got
a justice of peace

that stays open all night,

just like an owl drugstore.

Can you be ready by then?

And who says I can't?

Then meet me at
St. Timothy's hospital,

12:00 smack on the dot!

12:00 smack on the dot,
St. Timothy's.

Right.

Driver, Pocahontas hotel
for women, west 34th street.

What about my dinner?

Save it, and we'll have
a big breakfast--together.

Good evening, miss Foyle.

Good evening.

Will you make up
my bill tonight?

You're leaving?

I'll say I am.
I'm getting married.

And send for my bags
around 11:30.

Very well.

Hello.

Well, what are you doing
out of Philadelphia

on a night like this?

How did you get in?

Men aren't allowed
in this hotel, you know.

The operator
on the back elevator

is corrupt.

Oh, Wyn, why did you come?

You sent for me.

I told you if you ever wanted me

or needed me or would have me

to send it back.

That isn't what I meant.

I sent it back because...

That was all.

That was the end.

Don't say that, kitty.

But it's true, Wyn.

I'm sorry,

but you'll have to go.

I can't go--not until
I've told you something.

I don't want to hear it, Wyn.

Please go.

Please don't make me
ask you again.

I'm sailing at midnight.

Where?

South America.
Buenos Aires.

I'm going to live there.

With your wife?

Alone, unless you'll go with me.

Oh, Wyn.

That's what I came to tell you.

The thousands of times

I've prayed for you
to say that--

prayed and prayed
and prayed, and...

You never could.
You never did.

But I'm saying it now--

from the bottom of my heart.

Oh, Wyn,

why couldn't you have thought

to say those same
little words...

5 years ago?

I thought of them.

Just hadn't the strength
to say them.

Kitty, darling...

You know me better
than I know myself.

There's no life
for me without you.

I want you.
I need you.

I love you this minute

as I've never loved you before.

And I thought you'd forgotten.

You didn't.

You never thought
that for a minute.

You know too well
how I've wanted you.

You're going to be divorced?

No. I'm afraid

I can't even promise you that.

Then, we'd--

that's it.

I wish it were different...

But that's the way it is.

I see.

Whatever you decide,
I'm sailing anyway.

I've broken away for good.

But I'm hoping, I'm praying now

that we'll go away together

and be together always.

Of all the days
in all the years.

You haven't forgotten,
have you, kitty?

I thought I had.
I was sure I had.

The firelight at lake Pocono?

Our assembly? New York?

Please, Wyn.

Those times
at Giono's--remember?

The dreams we dreamed.

The sound of our voices

as we laughed.
I remember.

Oh, darling, we must
never forget any of it.

It isn't too late, is it?

I'm afraid it never will be.

This is the beginning--

the real beginning
of life for us.

I shouldn't.
I shouldn't. It's wrong.

Wrong to be happy?

Oh, Wyn, don't ask me anything.

Don't let me think.

Just take me with you.

Darling, we sail at midnight.

I'll be at the pier
with everything arranged.

Will you meet me there?

You know I will.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Don't be late.

I won't.

Wyn? Wyn!

You didn't say
what boat, what pier.

When I'm with you, I forget
about everything else.

It's pier 48. I'll be
there waiting for you.

Kitty's voice: You're
making a mistake, you know.

Am I?

You're that little girl
on the sleigh ride.

Trouble is, you're no
longer a little girl.

You're a grown woman now.

I'm only 24.

You're 26.
Don't try to kid me.

Well, I'm not old, anyway.

No. Maybe you aren't
very smart, either.

I know what I'm doing.

It's a pretty
unsatisfactory role

you're preparing to play,

even under the best
of circumstances.

This is the only chance we have,

and we've got to take it.

How do you imagine
you'll be described?

As Wyn's girlfriend?

That's the delicate one,

and in about 10 years,

when your figure
gets out of control,

it'll sound like a comedy line.

"His woman"?
That's getting warmer.

As "that woman Wyn's
mixed up with."

Ho ho! You have no idea

how often you're going
to get that one.

We'll just have to face it.

Correction. You'll
have to face it.

Married people face
things together,

but you won't be married.

Did you ever think
of it that way?

No time to think!

Well, you'd better take
a little time, sister,

because forever is
a long, long time,

and it never hurts
to check with the conductor

to see if you're
on the right train.

Marriage isn't everything.

What is it anyway?

It's just a piece of paper

like any other legal document.

I don't need a piece of paper

to prove that I love Wyn

or that he loves me.

You'd be a lot happier

with mark and that
little piece of paper

than you ever could be with Wyn

and a snug little apartment

with a key for him
and a key for you.

You know what I think?
I think you're wrong.

I remember you using
those same words before.

Remember? Way back when

you lived on Griscom Street
in Philadelphia.

That's where pop brought you up,

and what a grand guy he was!

It was the night
of the Philadelphia assembly.

Remember?

You should have been home,
but you weren't.

You were about 15 then.

Woman: That's P.C. Mcberwyn.

Second woman: There's
Mrs. Rosie Rittenhouse.

Judas priest, what a clock!

Always slow.

Philadelphia blood, I suppose.

Kitty?

I was just--

come here.

I was just--

oh, I know what
you were just doing.

The assembly's tonight,
and you were downtown,

gawking at those
rich main liners

parading into
the bellevue-stratford

and getting silly ideas.

No, I wasn't, pop.
I was watching, but--

kitty, you've got
to get this trash

out of your mind.
From now on--

from now on, you're
going to Sunday school

every Sunday.

Rain or shine, you're going.

But why, pop?

Well, it'll give you a little

Christian upbringing,
that's why--

give you a sense of values.

Oh.

You mean, and then

I won't ever sin or anything.

Well, it might not
keep you from sinning,

but by Judas priest,
it'll keep you

from getting any fun out of it.

Take your mind off that tommyrot

in the society
page for a change.

It's not any more tommyrot

than the lady of Shalott.

Lady of Shalott!

You know: "And sometimes
through the mirror blue

"the knights went riding
two by two:

"She hath no loyal knight
and true,

the lady of Shalott."

Hush, kitty!

If you're not reading about
those main line monkeys,

you got your head stuck
in a Cinderella book!

It must be wonderful, pop.

You know, after you've been

sitting in ashes
all of your life,

and then suddenly
a prince comes along--

and when did you sit
in any ashes?

I don't mean me.
I mean like Cinderella.

Oh.

Judas priest!

If ever a man
deserved to be hung,

it's the fella who started
that Cinderella stuff--

writing claptrap stories
about Cinderellas and princes,

poisoning the minds
of innocent children,

putting crazy ideas
into girls' heads,

making them dissatisfied
with honest shoe clerks

and bookkeepers.

Why, they're the ruination

of more girls than 40 actors.

I don't see what's
the ruination about it.

After all, prince and Cinderella

lived happily ever afterwards.

Yes, and that's where
these writing fellows

are smart, too.

They always end the story
before it really begins.

Oh, why couldn't
they be happy, pop?

It's a lead-pipe cinch
that they couldn't.

What do you think they'd
have to talk about?

Do you think he wants
to go on hearing

about the ashes
she was sitting in

and how hot they were?

"Ok," he says,
"so they were hot.

Let's talk about
something else for a change."

And there'd she'd be, alone,

sitting on that velvet cushion,

ready to swap

all the strawberries
and cream in the kingdom

for one hamburger well-done,

with onions.

You know what I think, pop?

I think you're wrong.

Judas priest!

Kitty, voice-over:
But time moved on,

and skirts got 6 inches longer,

and they stopped
playing Sonny boy,

thank goodness,

and took up who's afraid
of the big bad wolf?

Then--boom--
came the depression,

and you had to trade in
a few of those dreams

for a volume of Gregg Shorthand.

Remember?

June 1932.

Mr. hoover said
if Mr. Roosevelt was elected,

grass would grow in the streets.

Mr. Roosevelt said that
if Mr. hoover got back in,

there wouldn't be any streets.

All of a sudden,
you were set. Oh, boy!

All you needed to get
a peach of a job

was this fancy document...

And a miracle.

Then, on July 23,
at exactly 4:37 P.M...

Will you ever forget?

Pop: Judas priest!
Put it out! Put it out!

Don't get excited, tom,
I'll take care of it.

Do something!
Get some water!

Isn't there any water
inside the house?

Would somebody get
a bucket of water?

No! Not that!
Not that!

Drop that bottle!

Pop, now don't
get excited. Sit down.

With all the water
there is in the world,

you have to use
a $4.00 bottle of whiskey!

There's more where
that came from--

Tony's bathtub.

That's no bathtub whiskey!

He's been sick.
He shouldn't be upset.

But this stuff doesn't grow
on trees, you know.

Pop, now. Why couldn't
you have done that?

I don't know.

I guess I thought it'd explode.

Here! What are you
trying to do, burn the rug?

I was just trying to put
the fire out. I'm sorry.

My fault. My fault.
I dropped some ashes.

Oh, Wyn, that's my daughter.

Kitty, this is
Mr. Wyn Strafford,

one of those main liners
you used to talk about.

[Chuckles]

How do you do, miss Foyle?

Whispering:
How do you do?

I'm sorry I spoke
a little sharply

to you just now.

I'm--usually a little
cooler-headed.

Yes, I'm sure so.

He wants me to help him
with some articles

for his new magazine

about the boys
I taught cricket--

what are you doing in here
in your shirttail?!

Judas priest!

Get out of here!
Get out of here!

She's too big to be
running around like that.

A nice girl, tom.

She's a good kid, all right.

If it weren't for me
and my bad heart,

she'd be going to college

instead of tramping
the streets for a job.

Does she type?

She types faster
than you can think.

I don't know that
that's much of a tribute.

If she can type at all,

we might be able to use her
down at the office.

Ask her to drop in.

There seems to be a certain
informality about her

that might brighten
our lives down there.

[Typewriter keys clicking]

[Door opens]

This is not right, miss Foyle.

Uh, the use of "esquire"

in business is
a New York affectation.

Very bad taste.

I've seen letters
addressed to you,

"Mr. Wynnewood Strafford
vi, esq."

New yorkers, perhaps,
but still wrong.

A man can't be both
"Mr." and "Esq."

At the same time.

One or the other is about
all he's capable of being.

I've certainly seen them
just plain "Esq."

Say, how does one get to
be an esquire, anyway?

Oh, I don't know.

It just is.

Pop says you get
to be an esquire

if you can sit on one animal
and chase another.

Did I sound stuffy?

I'm sorry.

Pardon?

Ok, get stuffy yourself.

I've said I'm sorry.

[Door latch clicks]

Uh...

Uh, did you get my column

off the dictaphone?

Oh, yes, and it's, uh--

what?

Um, nothing.

Go ahead.
What about it?

Don't be afraid.

I was just thinking

how your voice sounds
on the dictaphone.

Do you know who it sounds like?

No. Who?

Ronald Colman.

Really?

I played it over again,
and it's lovely.

Huh. That's funny.

So different from what
it is actually.

[Imitating Ronald Colman]
Do you really think

it's true, miss Foyle,

that my voice sounds
rather like that of Mr. Colman?

Hello, everybody!

Hello.
Hello.

Who's winning?

Just started.

Miss Bala,

did you bring in your copy?

Copy? Copy of what?

Your article on
the wiener wedding.

We're ready to go to press.

Oh, that. I never
got to the wedding.

I got mixed up with a crowd
at a cocktail party,

then everybody went on
to bellevue-stratford.

That was a simply
crashing bore, really.

Miss Foyle, why don't
you make Wyn throw

some kind of party here?

A sort of housewarming--
something like that.

Sounds like
a crashing good idea.

I would just like
to say that I'm sorry.

I was fresh just now.

I didn't notice it.

Well, I was, and I'm sorry.

Judas priest, why don't you
kick some of those

snake-brained friends
of yours out of here

and give yourself a chance?

They're pretty
aggravating, I know,

but I think they do
the sort of stuff

we've got to have.

Well, it's none
of my business, I know,

but I'd just like you to know

that I'm in your corner,
that's all.

Thank you, miss Foyle.

It's encouraging
to find someone here

who is willing to take
this thing seriously.

Oh, would you like me

to run that record off for you?

Oh, no. I was just
fiddling with it,

figuring how it worked.

Well, it's really very simple.
All you have to do--

don't you think you'd
better pop out to lunch?

It will only take me 10 seconds.

Miss Foyle, there's no need--

Wyn on recording:
Do you really think

it's true, miss Foyle,

that my voice sounds
rather like that of Mr. Colman?

Ah, shangri-la, miss Foyle.

Foyle, Foyle, boiled in oil.

Roses are red, violets are blue,

miss Foyle has nice legs.

I love you.

Is that all?

And I'll thank you, miss Foyle,

not to sit with your legs
crossed during conferences.

We have difficulties enough
getting this magazine out

without such demoralizing
exhibitions.

I think I'd better go
to lunch after all.

Wait a minute.
Let me explain.

Wyn, Wyn, boil in gin.

I'm terribly sorry really.
I didn't intend--

I mean, well, I was testing,

like on the radio.

It meant absolutely nothing.

Would you mind letting me out?

No.

Not until I've
made you understand.

I, uh...

Well, it was like
automatic writing.

People go into trances,

don't know what they're saying.

It just comes out.

Whole books, sometimes.
That's the way it was.

Very amusing.
I think I'll go to lunch.

Uh, miss Foyle?

I want you to
take some dictation

before you go.

Uh, let's see.

Interoffice memo to miss Foyle.

I'm sorry I said

you cross your legs
in conferences...

But you do.

I'm sorry I said
they demoralize me...

But they do.

I'm sorry you seem
to think that I...

Am making love to you.

But...

I am.

Kitty, voice-over:
There's no getting around it.

Those were probably the happiest
days in your whole life--

days when you and Wyn
were still learning

those little things
about each other

that make two
ordinarily normal people

a little daffy
when they're together.

Crazy, but nice,

like the first time
he took you to New York.

Remember?

Thanks, mister.

Man:
Violets? Violets?

Yes. Two bunches, please.

Thank you.

I've never been in
a speakeasy before.

Don't have a moment's concern.

The best people
in New York come here.

On Saturday night,
it's hard not to...

[Buzzer]

Who is it?

Giono!

Mr. Strafford!

Come in. Come in.

Giono, how are you?

Mr. Strafford,
it is nice to see you.

I haven't seen you
since a long time.

Ha ha ha ha!

Radio: Latest returns
from New York state.

7,864 precincts
out of a total of 9,046

give hoover 936,421,
Roosevelt 1,436,604.

Looks bad now,

but Roosevelt will
never make it.

Uh, didn't you vote
for him, Giono?

Me vote for Roosevelt?

He's-a wet.

He wants to repeal prohibition.

Prohibition goes, where am I?

How about some nice,
smooth scotch,

fresh off the boat today?

You mean some
of that bilge water

you whipped up this afternoon.

This is a pleasure trip,
not a suicide pact.

How about some Strega?

I just got one bottle.
I save it just for you.

How nice of you, you liar.

Let's have it.

And one glass of water.

What's Strega?

Oh, it's an Italian liqueur.

Has a picture of a witch
on the bottle.

They say that if two people
drink it together,

they'll never drink it apart.

Radio: And now
for an election flash.

How cozy.

Republican headquarters
have just conceded

the state of Pennsylvania
to Roosevelt.

[Crowd cheering]

He'll never make it.

Wait until the returns come
in from the middle west.

They'll kill him. Hoover
was born there, you know.

Giono, from now on,
this is our bottle.

Nobody else touches it,
understand?

Fine. I won't even
touch it myself.

We'll fix that.

There.

Why so solemn?

Oh, I was just wondering.

What about?

Why did you bring me
here to New York?

I thought you'd like it. Why?

Because...
Well, you see,

when I was going to high school

in Manito, Illinois,

it's quite a small town,

and everybody knew

everybody else's business.

So when a man wanted to take

somebody out, he didn't care

particularly about
being seen with her,

he'd always take her
up to Chicago.

I see.

But this isn't like that.

In fact, it's exactly
the opposite.

I wanted to make
a good impression on you,

so I brought you where I thought

I most likely could do it.

I'm--I'm sorry if...

Kitty, I've got an idea.

Radio: Election flash.
Republican headquarters

have conceded Kansas
and Nebraska to Roosevelt.

[Crowd cheering]

It doesn't mean a thing.

Wait until the pacific coast
returns come in.

That's really where hoover
is going to murder him.

He lives there!

Thanks.

Kitty, will you go

to the assembly
with me this year?

Will you?

Oh...

Wyn, that's awfully nice,

but you don't have to do that.

But I want you to go.
It isn't merely a gesture.

It's funny.

When I was a little girl,

I used to read in the newspapers

about the assembly and cut out

the pictures of
the society ladies

in their beautiful dresses

and use them as paper dolls.

That's probably the best use
they've ever been put to.

Isn't there a committee

that goes over the list
of who's to be invited?

Mm-hmm.

Well, if they should
run across somebody

like a Foyle--boom!

The next thing she knows,

she's being scraped up
off the sidewalk.

You just leave that to me.

Is it a date?

Well, I know I'm crazy,
but it's a date.

Radio:
Attention, everybody!

Republican national headquarters
have just conceded

that the next president
of the United States

will be
Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

[Crowd cheering]

♪ Happy days are here again ♪

♪ Happy days are here again ♪

♪ The skies above
are clear again... ♪

Hooray! Hooray!

What are you celebrating about?

Hoover didn't win.

I'm celebrating our first kiss.

Hooray! Hooray!

You're crazy!

Sing, fella.

If you don't sing,
you ain't 100% American.

Thanks for reminding me.
We're 100% Americans, ain't we?

Sure. Hooray for America!

Hooray for kitty!
Kitty for president!

Hooray!

♪ Happy days are here again ♪

♪ The skies above
are clear again ♪

♪ Let us sing
a song of cheer again ♪

♪ Happy days are here again ♪

Hey, what are you doing?

It isn't private enough.

Roosevelt's horning in
on my celebration.

Let's go to lake Pocono
to see the sunset.

It's too late.
It's already set.

All right, we'll go
see the moonrise.

Come on.

Wyn: "But Lancelot mused
a little space.

"He said, she has a lovely face;

"god in his mercy
lend her grace,

the lady of Shalott."

I thought you said this
was your favorite poem.

What tune is this?

[Tapping fingers rhythmically]

Night and day.

Aww...

All right, you play one.

Stormy weather.

Ha ha ha! No, no.

Well, play it again.
Play it again.

All right.

♪ 3 little words ♪

Yes.

The stag at Eve
that drunk his fill,

where danced the moon
on monan's rill...

He brushed his teeth,
and he combed his hair,

and he took a whiff
of the mountain air.

Now you've destroyed
a beautiful poem.

You have no sense

of the importance
of beauty in life.

Well, why don't you tell me

of the importance of beauty
in life, teacher?

Glad to.

As you know, it's a man's duty

to instruct woman
in all subjects.

Now, you pick the subject.

Well...Tell me where we are.

We're in the Pocono mountains,

situated in the state
of Pennsylvania.

But where are we really?

In heaven?

No.

In love.

Tell me about love.

Well, first there was a man.

Just as soon as
he had time to learn

his way about,
there was a woman.

Was the woman beautiful?

Very.

She had that reddish hair

and a nose that went like so

and her eyes...

Her eyes were

as blue-green as the sea itself.

She looked something
like me, huh?

Well, her voice

didn't sound so much like music,

and her eyes didn't
trap the starlight

one half as cleverly,

and she wasn't
nearly so beautiful.

What did the man
and the woman do?

Oh, at first they
just hung around--

didn't take any notice
of each other at all.

Oh, maybe a grunt now and then,

but certainly nothing more.

They thought of
each other as company

or perhaps as friends.

And then one night,

a strange thing happened.

What?

The man and woman

were sitting in front of a fire.

The firelight played
upon the woman's face,

and the man,

for the first time, saw
how beautiful she was.

So immediately,
he made love to her.

How?

He bent down over her...

Rubbed her nose with his.

Didn't the woman object?

No.

No?

She loved him, too.

Why?

Well...

Because...

He was all that she
had ever dreamed of.

Tell me some more about
the man and the woman.

Let me see.
Where was I?

You were...Here.

Judas priest.

Kitty: Pop, what are
you doing downstairs?

Didn't Dr. Cartwright
tell you to stay in bed?

Dr. Cartwright is a quack.

Sure, sure,
and who said he wasn't?

Come on. You're going
to stay down.

You understand?

There, now.

How does the rebel
feel this morning?

I have an idea
I'm a little below par.

[Coughs]

You were born
4 drinks below par.

[Coughing]

Do you think you could force

a little of this down?

I know how you hate it.

I don't blame you.
I guess you'll

just have to steel
yourself to take it.

Do you promise?

I only take it
to tone up my system,

and you know it.

Ok, pop, just so you don't

tone it up so high
you'll be running

out in the street
in your rompers.

That you, myrtle?

Myrtle: Yes'm, miss kitty,
this is me. I just got here.

All right.

I'm going out to
dinner tonight, pop,

so myrtle's going
to get you yours.

Good-bye, darling.

Kitty, come here
a moment, honey.

You remember when
I gave you this thing?

Mm-hmm.

I think you must have
gotten me wrong.

I didn't mean that you
would be a little girl

on a sleigh ride.

Go on, pop.
I don't know what you mean.

I mean Wyn Strafford.

Oh.

Pop, you might as well

try to argue me out
of a case of bronchitis,

because I love him.

Judas priest.

You said it.

You mean you want to marry him?

Mm-hmm.

Has he ever asked you
to meet his family?

Well, I've never worried
much about his family

because I've always
had a funny idea

that I'm just as good
as they are.

Just as good?
You're so far above them

that they can't touch
you with a 10-foot pole.

You've got good Irish
eyes, kitty.

They're looking into the future.

The main line?

They haven't even caught up

with the present.
Your grandpa

was a main liner, you know.

Grandpa Foyle?

Yes. He helped lay the tracks.

That was real main lining

because those tracks
were going somewhere.

Oh, kitty, why can't you

fall in love with a man
that's going somewhere?

Pop, there's no use
of our arguing about it.

For one thing,
I don't agree with you,

and for another,
he hasn't asked me...Yet.

And he never will.

But he loves me, pop.
I know it.

That's fine for him,

but where does it get you?

Exactly nowhere.

I know the whole lot of them.

I taught them cricket at school.

I've watched them
being educated.

They may want to break away

bad enough,

but they never do, kitty.

They always finish up

by marrying one
of their own kind.

I was a fool

ever to let him
inside this house.

Ha ha! You darling.
I've got to go to work.

But I'll let you in
on a little secret.

A woman can always tell

when a man is going to propose.

You mean woman's instinct.

Ah, there's a real
piece of idiocy--

woman's instinct.
Every slab-sided female

in the world is a crystal gazer.

She's magic. She can
foretell the future,

like a politician.

Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.

I've got to go to work.
Good-bye, darling.

And don't you worry
about me, pop,

because I can take care
of myself all right.

Good-bye, dear.

[Doors close]

Take care of yourself?

By Judas priest, you're going
to break your heart.

Good morning.

Good morning, miss Foyle.

What's the matter?

Somebody steal
the backgammon board?

Man: Wyn wants to see you.

Oh, is he in already?

Morning, darling.

May I come in?

No. I'm coming out.

Good morning.

Hey, what's all that?

Have you ever heard
of a thing called

the depression?

Yes. Isn't it disgusting?

It always comes around
when everybody's so broke.

Well, it's right here
in this office.

What do you mean?

Our little magazine
is folding Saturday.

Oh, Wyn!

Your boss is a flop.

Don't say that, darling,
because it's not so.

Well, here, sit down
and tell me about it.

Well, there's not much to tell.

What happened?

I got the idea for this magazine

because I didn't like

following the family
in a groove.

I still don't.

I thought this
might be the answer,

if I could swing it.

Yes, but they say

all magazines lose
money at first.

That's great,
when they've got it to lose.

I haven't.

The 10,000 the family
gave me is gone.

Uncle Kenneth's persuaded them

not to pour any more in.

That's all there is to it.

Wait a minute, Wyn.

I don't like this
"flop" stuff from you.

You're a nice, big boy

with the right number of
arms and hands and legs

and plenty of brains.

If you think I'm going
to break into tears over

your first setback,
you're very much mistaken.

You've still got
your health, haven't you?

But, darling, don't you see?

I tried to break away,
and it didn't work.

I'm washed up.

So you're washed up.

I suppose you're the only guy

in the United States

who's gotten washed-up
this year.

So what are you going
to do about it?

Get together with some brokers
and leap out of a window?

No. I guess

I'll have to go on
back to the bank.

Aw, they can't make
a banker out of you.

You're too sweet.

Oh, darling.

And besides, Wyn Strafford,
if you talk like that again,

I give you my word,

I'll pop you right in the nose.

You can't do that.

You're different.
You're going somewhere.

Yeah, like the real main liners.

Do you really
believe that, kitty?

Well, I told you once

I was in your corner, didn't I?

Well, I still am.

One round you've lost,

but there are 14 others
coming up.

Darling, what about you?

Me?

Yes. What are you going to do?

Well, that's right.
I'm out of a job.

I never thought about that.

Well...I might get
a job in New York.

A friend of mine lives there.

Kitty, I can't let you do that.

Why not?

Because you'd be too far away.

Well, it's not China.

Kitty...

Huh?

You're all alone.
Your dad isn't very well.

I think it's too much of
a load for you to handle.

Somehow, I feel
kind of responsible.

It isn't your fault
the magazine folded, you know.

So...Until you can get
another job...

What do you mean?

I'll just keep you
on the payroll.

It's no more than fair,
kitty. I--

just a minute, Wyn.

You needn't worry about me.

I'm free, white,
and 21...Or almost.

And I'll go on loving you
from here on out...

Or until I stop loving you.

But nobody owes a thing
to kitty Foyle...

Except kitty Foyle.

You were right, pop.

Well, it was just like you said.

Pop? Pop!

Pop!

Oh, pop, oh...

Pop!

[Sobbing]

Oh, no, pop!

Kitty, voice-over:
So it was good-bye to pop

and Philadelphia and all
of that part of your life.

You ran away to New York.

And why New York?

[Chuckles]

All right, kid, let's face it.

It was because New York
reminded you of Wyn.

Oh, you may have shut the door
on brother Wyn,

but, honey, you certainly had
no intention of locking it.

What you really hoped was that
Wyn would come and find you.

So you joined the New York
white-collar brigade and waited.

But, of course,

such a parfum

should never be
applied directly.

It should evanesce...

So.

How do you think
a string quartet

would go with that,
madame Delphine?

I wish she'd do as well

with the cuticle department.

Volupte is rather competitive.

Its base, of course, is allure.

You will notice.
May I?

There is a slightly aloof,

slightly supercilious quality

to the bouquet.

But you notice just

the merest shade of
promise there, too.

That's right.

It is the favorite
of la femme chic de Paris.

Really?

Are you married?

Ah, yes.

It's still a charming parfum,

even around the house.

I think I'll take it.

Oh, I'm so glad.

I'm sure it will
make you very happy,

and monsieur, too.

It is...

$67 an ounce.

How many ounces?

Isn't that--isn't that
rather expensive?

How else could we keep

the wrong sort of person
from wearing it?

One ounce will do.

Merci, madame.

Boy, this detaille

really hauls off and
charges, doesn't she?

67 bucks an ounce?
Whew!

Take a look at some
of these customers.

Don't you think they at
least want to smell good?

Where do I find
a box to fit this?

We're out of them.

You better ring stock for one.

[Alarm bell ringing]

[Women talking excitedly]

Oh, I must have done
something wrong.

You said it, sister.

What will I do?

If you don't want
to lose your job,

you better flop.

Huh?
Faint.

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

Oh, my blood pressure.

Woman:
Oh! Somebody get a doctor!

Operator!

Operator, operator,
get a doctor quickly.

Yes, get an ambulance.

[Women screaming]

[Siren]

...to be let out of this place.

Where's the patient?

I'll be the patient

if you don't let me out of here.

Man: Hey, doc!

Well, this looks bad.

Probably a fracture.

Seems all right.

Everything's ok
from the knees down.

Probably a hip dislocation.

Hey, lay off.

Oh, faking, eh?

Yes. Now, will you be
a good guy and go away?

I've got just the thing
here for what ails you.

Listen, you dope,
there's nothing wrong with me.

I'll lose my job

if they find out
I turned in that alarm.

Maybe we better talk
this thing over.

How about a date tonight?

No.

Ok. I'll try to inject this

so it won't hurt you...
Much.

Hey, you're not really
going to do that?

What do you think?

Uh...I'll scream.

And lose your job?

All right, you win.

It's a date?

Yes.

Where do you live?

Hurry.
Somebody's coming.

1622 Rex hill,

apartment 31.

Is 8:00 all right?

It's a little late
for dinner, isn't it?

We'll make it 8:00
just the same.

Woman:
What's the matter?

Oh, it's kitty!
It's my new girl!

Oh, she's...
Oh, the poor little thing!

She fainted.
Oh! Oh, dear, dear!

[Coughing]

Poor darling.

I'm looking forward
to a 5-course dinner

including a tenderloin.

That's the least
I'll settle for.

You've got a lot more faith
in dates than I have.

Me, too.

I haven't made up my mind

whether I should demand
dancing or not.

How do I look?

That shade of hose

isn't very leg-flattering.

Well, maybe it's just as well.

They've gotten me
in plenty of jams as it is.

[Door buzzer]

The doctor, I daresay.

Ok.
We're leaving.

Good-bye now.

You needn't rush away
on my account.

Good evening.

Good evening.

And how is our little patient

this evening?

If you're referring to me,
I'm all right.

I'm fine, too.

You know, once you get
to thinking about it,

that was a very funny way
we met this afternoon.

Now, just a minute, doctor.

I agreed to have
a date with you,

and I intend to keep my word,

but if you think
I'm going to sit here

and join you in
a jolly laugh over

that trick of yours,

you're on the wrong trapeze.

I'm sorry.
I just thought

we might sit around
and reminisce.

They're not going.
They're staying.

I knew that guy was a squatter.

I got goose pimples
when I heard the buzzer.

That's always a sure sign.

Well, let's throw
kitty a lifeline.

Ok. Let's.

It's a nice little place
you got here.

A nice place we've got here.

I share it with two other girls.

In times like these,
what could be better?

Sharing it with one.

You know the first thing
I thought of

when I saw you this afternoon?

Yes.

Good night.

Oh, please.
Please. I'm sorry.

I won't do it again.
I promise.

Well, you walk awfully close

to the edge, doctor.

I was just trying to get
the reins, that's all.

[Door opens]

Pardon me.

Pardon me.

Is that one of them?

Oh, yes. That's Molly.

I'm sorry. I forgot
to introduce you.

Never give it a second thought.

[Door opens]

Oh, pat.

This is Dr. mark...
Uh...Miss day.

How do you do?

Pleased to meet you.

Say, what is this? A gag?

Well, they're just
relaxed, that's all.

I've seen better specimens
in a glass jar.

Well, what's your program?

You like to play cards?

No. And besides, we haven't any.

That's a very funny thing,
but as chance would have it,

I happen to have
a deck right here.

Now, isn't that
a strange coincidence?

Yes. Isn't it?

Double solitaire?

Well, we're hooked. He's
digging in for the night.

Poor kitty.
Her first date,

and she draws a guy
that's slapjack-happy.

Well, I guess
I'll finish the laundry.

What are you doing?

If I'm any judge
of that guy's character,

I'll be able to
finish this book.

Mark: Jack, queen, king.
17 games to 3.

Swell coffee.

Yes. But it's a little
too strong for me.

It's been keeping me awake.

You're not so very good
at sol, are you?

Not when I'm hungry.

Do you mind if
I ask you something?

I thought we had a date tonight.

Well, what do you think

has been going on here
for the last 3 hours?

Well, for one thing,

I've slowly grown to hate you.

Me? But why?

Because I'm hungry.

And because I thought
you were going

to take me out
to dinner tonight.

But how could I when
all I got is a dime?

Well, we could go out
and spend that.

Don't be silly.

What could two people
get for a dime?

Coffee.
And we've got coffee.

Well, anyway, I've had
an awfully nice time.

I'm so glad.
We must do it

again sometime--
and soon, too.

You've taken an awful
beating, haven't you?

You should know.

I don't know how
to tell you this,

but, well, all of this
has been kind of a test.

You mean you've been testing me?

Don't make it sound so awful.

It's just that
the girl I fall for

mustn't be a gold digger.

I simply haven't got
the dough for it.

So I've always told myself
I'd never fall for one

unless I could get to liking her

without spending any money.

That's just for the first
evening, understand.

Well...
How did I come out?

Well, you're ok.

I'd like to point out

that anything I did
to prove that to you

was purely unintentional.

I know that.

How about the movies
Saturday night?

I'm sorry.
I can't afford it.

Forget that. I'll pay.

Coal oil Johnny, eh?

And the bus both ways.

Well, I never thought

I'd fall for
a flashy front, but...

It's a date.

Good night.

Good night.

Kitty: All clear.

He's gone.

Ooh. So am I.

If he'd have stayed
another 5 minutes,

I'd asked him
for part of the rent.

I'll bet I know

what his answer would have been.

What made him rush off?

His cards began to wear out.

All the same,
that boy'll get somewhere.

What makes you think so?

The way he saves his money.

Well, it's better than
staying home alone nights.

Sure. It's better than
having your leg amputated,

but that's no sign it's good.

I'm too sleepy
to make up my bed tonight.

Kitty: Douse the light, Molly,

so you kids can get some sleep.

Molly: Kitty?

Hmm?

Whatever happened to that
fellow in Philadelphia?

You know, the knight
in shining armor?

Oh, him?

I don't know.

I guess he must have
caught the wrong horse.

What's the matter?

Don't you like
this poor man's caviar?

Sure. I was just studying.

You know, there's
a lot to be seen

on a subway if you can read.

Ads or faces?

People.
It's good practice.

Now, you take slim.

What do you figure he is?

A ballet dancer.

He looks more like
a real estater to me.

I'd say he's got two kids,

a house in Brooklyn,
and a skinny wife.

And he's plenty worried
about something.

Well, it's about 11:00,

and he didn't get home
for dinner.

He's wondering what he's
going to tell the wife.

Oh, he stopped worrying
about that years ago.

Well, then he's worrying
about the usual thing--

how to get ahead in the world.

We all think about that.

Not me. I'm all set.

I'm taking a job
in a kids clinic.

It won't pay as much

as handling a bunch of
park Avenue neurotics...

You see that little kid
over there?

Mm-hmm.

He's going to be like that

for the rest of his life--

weak, frail, and unhappy.

Thousands of little guys

just like him right here
in New York,

and what they need
is a little attention,

whether they can pay
for it or not.

Why, mark, you're an idealist.

Not me.
I don't even like them.

Idealists?

They're always
going around patting

themselves on the back.

That's to save you the trouble.

Man: Next stop, 96th street.

That's us.

Now, you take me.
I like idealists.

Kitty?

Hmm?

You ever fall in love?

Mm-hmm.

What kind of a fella?

Oh...I don't know
what you'd call him.

[Laughs softly]

But I thought
he was pretty wonderful.

Mark: You still love him, huh?

Well, why didn't you
marry him, then?

I guess he had too much money.

Oh, kitty, you must be
running a fever.

Nobody's got too much money.

He did.

You mean you want a poor man?

I don't want anybody.

The trouble with
those rich fellas is

they haven't any way

of telling when they're
falling in love.

Now, you take me.

A fella like me knows
when he's falling in love,

and he knows whether or not
it's the real thing.

Well, that's very interesting.

How do you know when
you're falling in love?

Well, I don't make
very much dough,

and when I find myself wanting

to spend 10 bucks
on a girl, well...

Then I know I'm falling in love.

You're still safe then.

That's just the point.
I'm not.

Kitty?

How'd you like to
go out Friday night?

Dinner and dancing.

You mean, you want to
take me out to dinner?

Yes.

Friday night.
Do it up brown.

Ok?

Ok.

Good night.

Good night.

Man: Same as usual?

Kitty:
Yes, please, Billy.

What do you still buy
that Philadelphia paper for?

Oh, I don't know.

Just to keep up with
the old town, I guess.

You like to keep up
with that boyfriend.

Seems to me after all this time

it'd be kind of smart
to forget him.

Oh.

What's the matter?

Tonight's the assembly
in Philadelphia.

Wyn will be there
in his shining armor.

And you'll be
going out with mark

and his shining stethoscope.

Billy:
Here's your change.

Woman:
Violets.

Violets.
5 cents.

Sure.

I'll have some violets.
Two bunches, please.

What is all this?

Oh, I don't know.
Somebody's cuckoo.

These things have been
coming in all evening.

I know the delivery boy
like a brother already.

You know what I've got
in the bathtub?

Water lilies.
They're all for you.

Don't ask me who they're from.

The cards are full of mush,
but they're all unsigned.

And look here.

It says this is an oriental
meat-eating plant

and needs to be fed
3 times a day.

Well, have you fed it yet?

If you think I'm giving up

the best years of my...

Ha ha ha!
He's a fool!

What's so funny?

What is it?

[Door buzzer]

It's Wyn. I know it.

Girls, please.

Ok. I'll take
the bathroom.

Yeah. We'll join
the water lilies.

Come in.

Oh, Wyn.

Kitty.

Darling.

Oh, Wyn.

Darling.

I just got here,
and look what I found.

And I bought myself
a dime's worth of violets.

Oh, darling.
How did you ever find me?

I just followed my heartbeat.

Shall I go outside
while you dress,

or should I just close my eyes?

Dress?

Yes. I told you once

I was going to take you
to the assembly.

Tonight's the night,

only ours is going to be
right here in New York.

Oh! And you remembered.

Wait a minute.

Where are you going?

Think it'll do?

Oh! Isn't that beautiful?

Oh, it's beautiful!

And I'm so happy,
and you're so crazy.

I think I forgot
to tell you something.

What?

How much I love you.

How much do you love me?

If I said I loved you

as much as you love me,
would that be enough?

If that were true,
there wouldn't be

any love left for anybody
in the whole world.

[Wyn humming]

Mouth and ear ought
to be close together,

like those new
French telephones.

[Chuckles]

Hey!

Lips quicker than the eye.

Besides, nobody knows
who we are--or cares.

Darling, you look like

the wrapping around the neck
of a champagne bottle.

Now I feel like

something wrapped
around your neck.

You like to dance, don't you?

All women do.
It's good training.

How do you mean?

The first way a girl learns

what a man is going to do

before he does it.

We're all alone,
really, aren't we?

Mm-hmm.

Yet we're surrounded by people.

It's because you and I together

make something
entirely different

from either one of us
when we're separated.

A new element,
like in chemistry.

We'll always be alone...

As long as we're together.

How long has Nijinsky over there

rented the joint for?

5 A.M.

That's when some dance
in Philadelphia ends.

It's 5:00.

Hmm?

It's 5:00.

Oh.

Well...
The assembly's over.

Oh, I don't ever
want it to stop.

How about some scrambled eggs,

little sausages, and champagne?

Is that traditional
at the assembly?

Mm-hmm.
From the beginning.

The eggs and sausages
were added in 1897.

Thank you.

But all I'm asking

is that the orchestra
come up to my room

and play for us while
we have scrambled eggs.

My dear sir, we have
other guests in the hotel,

and it's early morning.

I only want soft music.

Show him how softly
you can play.

There. You see?

Now, very softly.

I'm sorry, Mr. Strafford.

What a town.

Come on, boys.
Bring the wine.

Kitty: To think that
just 24 hours ago

this day started out

like any other old day
in the year.

Can you think of anybody
we haven't drunk to?

Nobody left but strangers.

Very well. To the people
we don't know.

In 5 minutes, the alarm
will be going off.

Shut it off.
I'm awake.

See this?

What is it?
An heirloom?

It was my great-grandmother's.

It's a symbol of eternal life.

From her to me...
And you.

To those that come
after us, forever.

It's our family.

You better put it away, then,

if it's family stuff.

Boys?

Can you play tales
from the Vienna woods?

But feebly.

[Music playing]

I don't know why I should
need all this background.

But, kitty, will you marry me?

Will you?

No, darling.

Don't you love me?

Mm-hmm.

But you won't marry me?

Mm-mmm.

Why not?

Well, Wyn, darling,

we're happy now, aren't we?

I mean, here, this minute?

Of course we are.

Do you know why?

Because we love each other.
Because we're together.

No, that's not it.

It's because we're not
in Philadelphia.

Honey, this is
no time for joking.

In New York, we're happy.
At Pocono, we're happy.

In Seattle and New Orleans

and Dallas, Texas,
we could be happy.

But not in Philadelphia.

Everywhere else we're
just two people in love--

tall, good-natured guy
and a sassy Mick,

minding our own business
and bothering nobody.

You see what I mean?

Listen, kitty...

In Philadelphia,

you're darby mill,
and I'm Griscom Street.

We're two addresses,

23 miles and 500
light-years apart.

Oh, Griscom Street
could stand it,

but not Darby Mill.

Oh, Wyn, darling,

I wish I could see you
happy that way,

but I just can't.

And...Is that all?

Oh. Well, we're
both the same color,

if that's what you mean.

[Chuckles]

Boys.

The sidewalks of New York.

Sidewalks of New York.

What's the idea?

It's all fixed.
That's our theme song now.

We're new yorkers--
both of us.

Oh, Wyn.
You're not kidding.

No, darling.
I really mean it.

I wish you weren't
so right about all that

in Philadelphia,

but you are.

So that's the end of it.

This is where we'll live,
where we'll be happy.

Oh, Wyn.
I'm so happy now.

I'm so happy,

I can't tell you how much.

[Bells chiming]

They don't know it, but
they're wedding bells...

For us.

No main line?

No Philadelphia?

Just you and me?

Me and you.

Oh, dear god.

Don't ring the alarm clock now.

For just a little while.

[Orchestra playing
the wedding march]

Kitty, voice-over:
But the alarm did ring.

It had a funny little jangle,

and you seemed to hear it all
the way back to Philadelphia.

You couldn't very well say no
when Wyn wanted to go back

just long enough
to tell his family.

So there you were,

Mr. and Mrs.
Wynnewood Strafford VI,

coming home to announce
their marriage.

You aren't getting
scared, are you?

Leave it to me, honey.

All right. But don't forget,
this is a big one.

Don't fumble it.

After you, Mrs. Strafford.

Would you mind
saying that again?

I said, after you,
Mrs. Strafford.

Thank you.

Harrison.

Good afternoon, Mr. Strafford.

Where's mother?

The family is taking tea

in the drawing room, sir.

Don't let uncle
kennett scare you.

He's an old quaker banker

and only knows 3 words--
thee, thou, and no.

Get ready.
Here goes the bell.

Hello, everybody.

Wyn, dear. Come in.

Mother, you remember kitty.

Indeed I do.

It's so nice to see you
again, miss Foyle.

Thank you.

And you remember my grandmother.

Yes.

And aunt Jessica,

uncle Edgar, uncle Kennett.

Miss Foyle.

The fact is, the name
isn't Foyle anymore.

It's Strafford.

Kitty and I have been married.

Well, why doesn't
somebody say something?

Or is she so beautiful

she's taken your breath away?

Uncle Edgar:
Congratulations, my boy.

[Family talking at once]

Thank you.

Well, shall we all sit down?

Will you have tea?

No, thank you.

Wyn?

No, mother.

When were you married?

Last Saturday.

I see.

I thought he was going to
wait a year.

Yes, mother.

Wyn had told us
how much he loved you,

and we couldn't have been
happier for his sake.

Do the papers know about this?

I don't know.
I don't suppose so.

We'll have the Darby Mill house
redecorated for them.

Tell them our plans, Wyn.

Of course, kitty,

this would have been
so much more simple

if Wyn hadn't been
quite so impetuous.

Grandmother: I thought you
were going to send her

to school first.

You do understand, of course,
that above everything else

we want your happiness and his.

That's foremost in all
our thoughts, isn't it?

Oh, naturally.

Of course, of course.

I don't mean to be rude,

but would somebody
please tell me what

you all are driving at?

Well, it's like this--

now, mother, please.

You see, honey,

I had promised them

that we wouldn't be
married for a year.

Mother was going to
take you under her wing

and, well, prepare you.

Prepare me?

Prepare me for what?

Well, you know,
finishing school,

and then later
they were going to--

school? Are you kidding me?

It needn't be school.
It can still be arranged.

Later on, when we've had

an opportunity to acquaint
her with our friends,

we can still have
a proper wedding.

And what do you call
what we've just done?

A rehearsal?

Now, wait a minute--

oh, I do realize

that we all sound
most frightfully snobbish.

But, my dear, we realize, too,

that you have not
been accustomed

to the kind of life

that you will
have to lead with Wyn.

So we'd planned to have you--

what about our plans?

Aren't you going
to tell them, Wyn?

What's the matter?

Doesn't she want
to go to school?

School is out, definitely.

I'm a big girl now.

Wyn and I are not going
to live in Philadelphia.

You're not the only ones
that want us to be happy,

and we couldn't be
in Philadelphia.

I'm griscom street,

and he's main line,
and we both know it.

In Philadelphia, that's fatal.

Anywhere else
in the whole world,

it doesn't make a nickel's
worth of difference.

And so that's where
we're going to live--

anywhere else in the world.

Isn't that right, Wyn?

Of course, darling.

This is all very provoking.

But, miss Foyle,
thou must realize

that such a thing
is quite impossible.

And why?

It happens that
the Strafford money

is a trust fund established
by family wills.

They provide that Wyn,

when he takes
unto himself a wife,

shall reside at Darby mill

and shall assume

his duties as an officer
of the family bank.

And those terms are irrevocable.

So you see, my dear,

there's nothing we can do
about it, any of us.

It's just the way Wyn's money
has been left to him.

You mean all those
people who are dead

can tell us what to do?

You mean that Wyn can't
live his own life?

Within the limits of
his responsibilities,

yes.

And what if Wyn refuses?

In that case, his inheritance

would pass into
the family trust.

Well? So what?

So Wyn isn't rich anymore.

So what is that to me?

I didn't marry Wyn
for his money.

I don't care if he
hasn't got a penny.

But, miss Foyle,

thou art not being quite
reasonable about this.

Says thou?

Miss Foyle, thy temper.

Mr. Kennett, thy foot!

Let's get a few things
straight around here.

I didn't ask to
marry a Strafford.

A Strafford asked to marry me.

I married a man,
not an institution

or a trust fund or a bank.

Oh, I've got a fine picture

of your family conference here.

All the straffords
trying to figure out

how to take the curse
off kitty Foyle.

Buy the girl a phony education

and Polish off the rough edges

and make a main line
doll out of her.

Oh, you ought to know
better than that.

It takes 6 generations
to make a bunch

of people like you,
and by Judas priest,

I haven't got that much time!

Kitty.

Darling, please.
I've got to talk to you.

Darling, please try
to understand

the family's point of view.

You can't just
square off at them.

It's no use, Wyn.

They've got you under contract.

Kitty...

We're going to
New York, you and I.

Live our lives
just as we planned.

And that means giving up
your inheritance

and everything that
your family's built up

for you, doesn't it?

That's all right.

I can make some kind
of a living.

Can you learn to live
in a one-room apartment

with a pulldown bed?

Eat in drugstores,
go to movies once a week,

and save a dollar
or two against the time

when you haven't got a job?

Do you think you
could learn that, Wyn?

If we're together.

Do you think you'd be happy
living that way?

Wait here, kitty.

I'm going in and tell them.

[Door shuts]

Kitty, voice-over:
You left for good that time,

back to New York
and your old job.

Oh, you went through
the motions of living,

but you really
weren't living at all.

It's not living when
you'd give an eyetooth

just to hear someone say hello.

Hello.

Well, hello, mark.

It's been quite a while,
hasn't it, kitty?

Yes.

How about going someplace
for a drink?

I'm sorry, mark, I--

oh, you don't have to
explain to me. Come on.

Here's a place.

Quite a place, too,
they tell me.

Yes. Quite a place.

[Piano music playing]

What'll you have?

Anything you like.

Give us something
kind of special.

Strega?

Yes. Two of them.

Say, what is Strega anyhow?

It's an Italian drink.

Oh.

Wyn, voice-over: You'll see.

There's a picture of
a witch on the bottle.

They say that if two people
drink it together,

they'll never drink it apart.

Too long.

Yes.

Kitty, there's something
I want to tell you.

You always show up
at the wrong time, mark.

Why?

You knew I was married.

Yes.

Well, I'm not anymore.

Today, I got my decree.

Funny. It started out,

"the people of this free state

send you greetings."

We haven't got any calls
for Strega since long time.

Well, how about a toast?

You still love him?

I'm afraid so.

What was the matter, kitty?

Why didn't it turn out better?

I couldn't live his life,
and he couldn't live mine.

It's as simple as that.

Is there any chance for me?

I'm afraid not.

You know I love you, don't you?

Yes.

Wyn, voice-over: I don't
know why I should need

all this background.

But, kitty, will you marry me?

Well, we could go out
to dinner and see a show.

I can afford seats
downstairs now.

I'd like to, mark,
but all the time

I'd be with you,
I'd be thinking of him,

and you're too nice
to be pushed around.

So it's only fair
that you should know.

I see.

Maybe we'd better say
good-bye here.

I understand.

If there's anything
you ever want,

well, you know
you can call on me.

I know that.

I'm a pretty good doctor, kitty,

but seeing you,

I wish I'd specialized
in heart trouble.

Wyn, voice-over: I want to see
the sun set at lake Pocono.

But we're too late.

It's already set.

Kitty, voice-over:
You began to find out about then

there's a lot of living
to do in the world,

and if you're worthwhile,
you get hurt.

Funny, the things
love does to a woman.

I think you'd better come back

in about a week, Mrs. Foyle.

Yes, doctor.

I'm sorry I'm late, Delphine.

That's all right, my little pet.

Oh, but you had
a long-distance call.

Really?

Just a few minutes ago.

Call Philadelphia.
Operator number 12.

Operator 12, please.

You have a call

from Philadelphia
for miss Foyle.

I'll wait.
Thank you.

Hello?

Who is it?

Oh, Wyn.

Yes, Wyn. Yes.

Well, of course
we can have a talk.

5:30 at Giono's?

You know I'll be there.

Good-bye.

I'll be there.

Everything all right?

It is now.

Delphine, the reason
I was late this morning

is because...

I had to go to the doctor's.

Are you ill?

No.

Then what's the matter?

Well, as I was
leaving his office,

he called me Mrs. Foyle.

Oh, my dear.

Can I help you?

No.
It's all right now,

because, you see, Wyn called.

Oh. He knows,
your Mr. Philadelphia?

Of course he knows.

I mean, of course
he doesn't know.

I mean, he can't...

Oh, but in his heart he must,

because he called.

And I'm going to
see him this afternoon.

This is just what he needed.

It's just what I needed, too--

me and Wyn and something
to fight for.

Good afternoon, miss Foyle.

Good afternoon, Giono.

Mr. Strafford just called.

He said Strega and two glasses.

Oh. Um...

I think I'd better have milk.

Milk?

Yes.

When you have good Strega,
why should you want milk?

Well, I don't want him
growing up to be

a dipsomaniac, do I?

I beg your pardon?

Oh. Just milk.

All right. Milk.

Oh, Giono?

Yes.

Grade "a" milk.

Grade "a."

Giono: Grade "a."

Let me out of here,
will you, Giono?

But, miss Foyle...

[Dishes clatter]

I'm sorry.

Is there anything wrong?
Can I do anything for you?

No. That's all right.

But, Mr. Strafford,

what am I going to tell him?

Tell him I hope
the first one is a boy.

What's wrong?

Wyn's going to be married,

but to somebody else.

Then he doesn't know?

You didn't tell him?

No.

Obviously somebody must.

No!

No.

I wouldn't want him like that.

He'd feel gallant
and conscientious.

There's no happiness

for anybody
in a marriage like that.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to have this baby.

Oh, my dear.
Have you thought

what that really means?

Sure. I know.

And I know what
I'm going to name him, too.

The doctor called me
Mrs. Foyle,

so I'm going to call
the baby Foyle.

I'll call him tom Foyle
after my pop.

He'll grow up
to be proud of his name

and proud of his mother.

And by Judas priest,
he'll be a fighter, too.

Hard as a pine knot.

Tom Foyle, the toughest kid
on the block.

Kitty, voice-over:
This is what women want.

It isn't men--not really.

It's something down inside
them that's the future.

That was it--the future.

In the year 2000 A.D., your son
would be only 65 years old.

He'd write it someday,
on a letter maybe--

January 1, 2000.

Your candidate
for the year 2000.

Your sweet,
tough little candidate.

You don't have to
tell me, Delphine.

I know.

It's a boy.

Yes, kitty.

It's a funny thing.
You get so dopey.

All the time,
it seemed I was dreaming

that he was drowning...

And I was swimming after him,

trying to keep
his little head above water.

It's funny, isn't it?

[Whispering]
Yes, kitty.

It seemed like
I heard him crying.

I'll bet his lungs
are awful good, aren't they?

I could hear him crying

while I was swimming
way down there under the water.

He cried good and loud, too,
didn't he, Delphine?

Yes.

When are they going to
let me have him

so I can hold him?

Delphine.

Delphine?

You must rest, kitty.

But I don't want to rest.
I want my son. Where is he?

Delphine, he isn't...

He isn't...

Oh...

I'm sorry.

I'm not thinking about me.

I'm thinking about
my little candidate

for the year 2000.

It's so good to be alive, and...

He didn't even get
a chance to fight.

Kitty, voice-over:
But time kept on doing business

at the same old stand--
5 years of it.

Then Delphine sent you
down to Philadelphia

to open a branch
in that department store.

You were afraid to go,

afraid of all the things
it might bring back,

but nothing happened--

until the afternoon
of your last day there.

Woman: I'm wearing silver net
over gray satin.

What would you suggest to
bring out the color of my eyes?

I should think
a touch more orange

in your lip Rouge would do it.

Yes. That's a good idea.

What about perfume?

Perfume?

Are you going to the opera

or dancing?

I'm going to
the assembly tonight.

What flowers are you wearing?

Well, I hadn't decided yet.

If you're going to wear orchids,

I would suggest

madame Detaille's
new 1940 Olympia.

Mrs. Strafford?
Yes?

You're wanted on
the telephone, please.

Thank you.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Wyn.

Oh, you don't have to go
to New York again, do you?

But, Wyn, we've never been
to an assembly together.

Oh. All right.

Wait till I get home.

Good-bye.

I'm sorry. I'll have to
leave right away.

Shall I send something
to your home?

No. I'll just take
the lipstick with me.

Charge it to
Mrs. Wynnewood Strafford,

Darby Mill, please.

Mommy?
Are we going home?

Yes, dear.

But you told me I could buy
daddy a birthday present.

We'll get it tomorrow. Come on.

I forgot my bear.

Oh. I was just
bringing it to you.

Thank you.

I bet I can tell you
what your name is.

I bet you couldn't.

It's Wyn Strafford.

Wynnewood Strafford VII.

How did you know?

I understand little boys
pretty well.

You see, I...

Used to know a little boy once.

He'd be just about your age now.

What was his name?

And I think his eyes

might have been just like yours.

I have eyes just like
my daddy's, but he's big.

Do you want a birthday present

for your daddy very badly?

Oh, yes!
He always gives me one.

You can give this to your daddy.

But it's got to be a secret.

Oh, no. That's just
for your daddy.

But it's a secret.

Shh.

Shh.

Here he is.

He darted away so quickly,

we thought we'd lost him.

I'll be coming in again soon.

Could I have your name?

Oh, I'm sorry.

You see, we're not allowed
to give out our names.

Oh, that's too bad.
Good-bye.

Good-bye...

Mrs. Strafford.

Kitty, voice-over: There you
are, kid. There's the record.

Mark's waiting for you
at St. Timothy's,

and here's Wyn again.

Think fast, captain Foyle.

[Door buzzer]

Man: Got your bag
ready, miss Foyle?

Oh, yes.

What time is it?

25 to 12, ma'am.

Will you tell the doorman
to call a cab for me?

Yes, ma'am.

[Door shuts]

Good-bye, Tim.

Are you going to be
gone long, miss Foyle?

Permanently.

Oh. Mighty sorry to lose you.

Thank you, Tim.

We don't get very many
pretty girls here, you know.

[Chuckles]

Tim.
Yes?

I think a young man
will call for me

a little after midnight.
He'll be quite excited,

I think, and rather insistent.

And I want you to tell
him for me that...

Just a minute. I want
to get this straight.

I want you to tell him that I...

I admire him very much,
and I always will.

You admire him very much, and--

and that I'll never forget him.

And you will never forget...

Tell him that
I'll always love him

in a very special way.

You will always love him
in a very special--

and that I'm going
to be married tonight.

And you're going to be...

St. Timothy's hospital.

Driver: Yes, miss.

Well, Judas priest.

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