All language subtitles for Night.Without.Sleep

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No!

[Loud thud]

So it's you?

Who told you you could park in my chest

making me dream of dead bodies, huh?

It's all right, boy. Come here.

We haven't killed anybody, have we?

No.

What a nightmare.

[Music]

I wonder how long I've been

asleep. It's getting dark.

[Music]

Emily.

Dear Emily.

I didn't mean to step on you.

Or did I?

Six years ago I would

have known the answer.

[Music]

Look at me, it's a merging color.

I'm as high as any sneeze for.

And people say when I go by,

Oh, just look at me, done up in rainbows.

Going way, the way champagne goes.

Here am I, deep, deep

in love's old magic.

I'm so completely captured,

bewitched and so enwatched.

Every time you look at me.

The way you sing it, kid, I

can almost believe it's good.

Oh, who are you trying to kid?

I heard Callaway rave about your score

this morning and so did you.

Modesty doesn't look good on you anyway.

Congratulations, Dick.

Thanks, kid. I'll see you in the morning.

Cut the grunt, sour puss. Callaway's

opinion's good enough for me.

Yeah, yeah. But if you produce it, don't

raise the rest of the dough by tomorrow.

We're...

I had no idea it was that bad.

He's lucky the electricity

ain't been turned off yet.

Sorry, Ned. Next time I'll write a show

that'll be cheaper to put on.

Tough break all around.

Only a year's worth.

Dick Morton, genius. Miss Emily Fletcher,

a girl with two of the rarest and most

elusive things in the

world. Beauty and money.

Correction, money and beauty.

Hello, Miss Fletcher.

Nice seeing you again.

So you remember me. I

didn't think you would.

Well, I've been trying not to.

Better be nice to the young

lady. This is your new boss.

Mr. Brooks is exaggerating.

I've read your play and talked to

Callaway about the score.

Decided to invest a little

money in the show, that's all.

And that little

investment just saved our lives.

Incidentally, she told me she doesn't

believe in cutting corners.

You sure you know

what you're getting into?

I usually do.

Look, sweetheart, Miss Fletcher hasn't

heard the score yet, so why don't you

just sit right down here and

play it. I gotta run along.

I'll see you later.

You don't like it?

I'm mad about it.

I'm glad Steve told you the truth about

the fix we were in. At least you can't

say we took your money

under false pretenses.

At the store club last week, you were

deliberately avoiding me. Why?

You know, for a minute I had the impulse

to snatch you out of that crowd and take

you over to Nick's

bar. Maybe I should have.

Why didn't you?

The Clummius joined on eight thousand.

The only place I can

still get a drink on the cup.

The play will be a hit and you can move

out of Nick's bar. You're

going to make a lot of money.

I can dream.

And I'm willing to make a bet.

My other pair of socks? Against what?

If the play is a hit,

you'll ask me to marry you.

I'm serious.

You really meant what you told Steve. She

don't believe in cutting corners.

Well, are the stakes too high for you?

No.

No. What have I got to lose?

Then it's a deal.

Always remember. You talk to me into it.

Of course we'll have to be married in

Boston. My father will insist.

Hey, not so fast. I've

got to buy a true self.

You know, I should have warned you. I'm

very good at picking winners.

You won the bet,

Emily. Her play was a hit.

But you didn't pick a winner.

Easy, boy. Easy.

I made enough racket as it is.

I want to disturb the lady of the house.

Wait a minute. What's the matter with me?

Emily's not home. She left

for Boston this afternoon.

I took her to the airport myself.

Sure, over a mile ago.

I must have come back

here and fallen asleep.

And how did I get these?

I climbed through some barbed wire.

Or did you do it?

Did I have a row with

Emily before she left?

Or was that just a dream too?

Wait. There was something.

It was upstairs.

While she was packing.

I've told Clara a hundred times not to

put starch in the collars.

What exactly are you looking for?

A shirt with a soft collar

that won't saw my neck in half.

Clara!

Clara's not here.

I let her and Malcolm go for the weekend.

I'm not sure. I'll take in.

Soft collar.

Would you like me to tie that for you?

No, thanks. I can manage.

You better let me manage.

You can't even see straight anymore.

Seeing straight

wasn't part of our bargain.

What was our bargain, Richard?

You don't even remember, do you?

Getting yourself

psychoanalyzed wasn't part of it.

Paying good money to a silly little

doctor just to tell you that I'm a...

bad influence on your life.

I didn't need an analyst to tell me that.

Honestly, Dick, what happened to you?

It used to be so gay and amusing and free

as the wind and now all you do is sock.

Simply because I refuse to become a

little suburban housewife.

Psychoanalysis of all things.

Can you conceive what the world would be

like with everyone psychoanalyzed?

Intented as cows.

Utterly predictable.

I liked you the way you were. Unanalyzed.

Uninhibited.

And handsome.

You know you are handsome, Dick.

It's bad enough when you smile, but when

you get that moody look,

you're simply irresistible.

Darling, when are you

going to get back to work?

Write some new, wonderful songs.

Make me proud of you again.

That's all our marriage

has ever meant to you.

Be gay, charming, amusing, Dick.

Humor me, Dick. Make me proud of you.

Ever, what are you thinking, Dick?

What do you feel?

What are your hopes?

Fears.

Come on, dear, don't be tired.

[music]

Don't go, darling.

Let's spend the weekend together.

No servants, callers. Just the two of us.

In Miss Father's birthday?

Don't be silly, Dick. You

know I couldn't do that.

No. No, of course not. I forgot.

That would be like

calling off the vernal equinox.

Come on, darling. Let me

help you with your tie.

I didn't want to miss my plane.

What are you wearing a bow tie for anyway?

Make sure you look like a schoolboy.

Suppose I told you that I had a date with

someone tonight who

asked me to wear this tie.

I'd say she had something

less than exquisite taste.

Darling, you don't stand still.

What makes you so sure?

You want me to be jealous?

That are worse things to be.

Dickie, you're such a child.

Stop using that tone. I can stand

anything but your mothering me.

But don't be silly, darling.

You couldn't live for a

week without my mothering you.

Dick.

I should have left you long ago.

Will it really happen that way, boy?

I wonder.

Anyway, she's gone. Servants, too.

We're on our own for the weekend.

I made a date with Lisa.

We were going to have

dinner at the pompadour.

I'd better get started.

[sirens]

At the tone, the time

will be 5 21 exactly.

5 21 what?

Operator, 5 21 what? Evening or morning?

At the tone, the time

will be 5 21 at 10 seconds.

It's 5 20 in the morning.

It's not one hour since

Emily left. It's 13 hours.

Must have passed out.

I slept here on the soap all night.

Did I, boy?

What's real anymore and what isn't?

I threw a blank last night, boy.

I don't know where I was,

what I did, how I got home.

Nothing.

I blacked out.

I blacked out.

Dr. Clark.

Dr. Clark. That's what he warned me about.

You're late.

Sorry, doctor. I was

unavoidably detained by a dry martini.

We'll still have time to

tie into a complex suit.

Morton, why do you continue to come here?

You don't believe in psychoanalysis?

I wouldn't say that, doctor.

I believe it's a phenomenon of our times,

like bebop and singing commercials.

Why don't you stop

wasting your time and mine?

The truth is I enjoy our little visits.

I've grown quite fond of you.

Don't you realize that there's something

violent and destructive at work in you?

You keep saying that like a cuckoo clock

every hour on the hour.

Destructive howl, for

heaven's sakes, with what?

Understand me, Morton. Basically, you're

a decent human being.

But the aggression comes

out in one guise or another,

in every relationship

you've ever had with a woman.

Yes, yes, I know, beginning with my

mother. You've told me that before, too.

What's it all

supposed to lead to, anyway?

We're trying to get to

the bottom of your problem.

To do that, we've got to

go far back into infancy.

Farther than that, I

fancy. Into absurdity.

Why does it always

disturb you to talk about it?

It doesn't disturb me. It bores me.

All right, Morton,

we'd better call it off.

You don't want a doctor,

you want a whipping boy.

I'm giving up your case.

Oh, come now, doctor.

Don't tell me you're getting

touchy after all these months.

Why won't you recognize the

pattern of hurt and revenge

that's consuming every

shred of your creative energy?

Because you're trying to pin it on

something that happened 30 years ago,

that's dead and buried. And

it just won't wash, that's all.

All right. But let me give

you a final word of warning.

This is something you must try to

understand for your own protection

and the protection of those around you.

Your drinking is not

just an innocent pastime.

You drink to resolve the

conflict that's raging in you.

Doesn't that suggest anything to you?

Definitely. A small curling

with a large martini around you.

The association is very

vivid. I can hardly wait.

Morton, listen to me.

There's murder in you.

I warn you, don't ever let your drinking

take you to the point

where you black out.

If you do, you'll wake up with something

more than a hangover on your hands.

[Music]

So that's it. I killed

somebody. Dr. Clark was right.

Where was I last night?

What did I do? Where did I go?

Well, behind the wheel, crazy drunk. I

must have hit somebody.

That's it, the car.

[Music]

Got me, Dr. Clark. Dead

to right. Killer Morton.

Knocked off a cat. Nearly knocked myself

off trying to avoid it.

[Music]

That's no way to treat

one of Johnny's ties.

Johnny. Of course, Johnny gave it to me.

I remember now. I did drive to New York.

I remember the lights in the

skyscrapers across the river.

For once, they didn't give me a lift. I

remember the toll gate.

I was still sick about

that fuss with Emily.

Five years of trying and

failing and trying again.

My date with Lisa wasn't

until seven. I needed a drink.

That's where Johnny came in. Old Johnny,

keeper of the Oasis.

[Music]

Mr. Hartman's phone.

Who shall I say is calling?

Never mind.

Jay.

Hey, old boy.

Sorry, Johnny. I didn't know you had

company. I'll stop by another time.

Oh, no, you don't. You show up around

here once in a blue moon,

and then you want to run away.

Come on, assist a few friends.

Hey, give me your coat.

Did Emily come in with you?

No. No, she's out of town.

Out of town?

She's gone up to Boston. It's her

father's birthday. She always goes.

[Music]

You must be really drunk.

You do look a little,

shall we say, thoughtful.

Who was it, darling? Oh, well. Hello.

Hello, Laura.

Well, come on in. Join the party.

Like this?

Go get the man of Ty and lover. Ty or no

Ty. You're still absolutely the most

attractive man I know, Dick.

Absolutely.

Absolutely. Hurry now.

You two still happy?

Reasonably so.

Perhaps I should say unreasonably.

Ah, let's see.

Who, I think, with the spot of maroon.

Yeah.

Ah, no.

What's the matter, Dick?

I don't know, Johnny.

There. That's the baby.

And what?

You mean, uh, find my own business?

No, Johnny. You know it isn't that.

Emily?

What's the use of blaming Emily? She's

just Emily. She's never

pretended to be anyone else.

That's not all of it, Johnny.

Dr. Clark says I'm a sick man.

Oh, nonsense. You're a little crazy, like

all talented people, but you're not sick.

I'm scared.

I feel as if I'm at the end

of the road, and I'm scared.

Well, I've got news for you, old boy.

You've got company.

All those people out

there, they're scared.

I'm scared. Everybody's scared.

There's plenty to be scared about.

You'll get back in the groove one of

these days, Dick, and when you do, you'll

knock out another score

that'll make the whole world say.

I don't know, Johnny.

Maybe you've lost the key.

How about a drink?

Coming up.

Here we are.

Tell that for a second.

Perfect.

That twist of lemon peel, Johnny.

That touch of bitterness without which no

good marriage is complete.

There's the old Dick

talking. Okay, now, huh?

Never better.

My Uncle Peter used to say to me, "John,

my boy, a good martini

is like a good marriage.

The ingredients are

simple. The occurrence rare."

There are more love every other day.

Really?

Every half a day.

She's beautiful as I think

she is, or am I a cock eye?

Are we still talking about martinis?

There, who is she?

Oh, that's Julie Banner.

Julie Banner?

I forgot, you know, I go to the movies.

She's a friend of Laura's. They were in

summer stock together a few years ago.

She's made a

phenomenal success in Hollywood.

She's on her way to London now to make a

picture leading tomorrow, as a matter of fact.

Here to be polite,

dignified, and impressed.

Check.

Polite, dignified, and

impressed, in that order.

Would you excuse me for a minute, please?

Sure. A few dabs of concrete, a couple of

riveting machines,

electrical wiring, and look at it.

A bag dared on a Hudson.

You're very beautiful, Julie Banner.

You're a great electric, too. A few dabs

of makeup and a clever

publicity department.

You're Richard Morton, aren't you? Hello.

Do we know each other?

We've met.

By the waters of Babylon?

Not quite, but it was a long time ago.

But don't look so unhappy. There's really

no reason why you should remember.

I can think of a million reasons why I

should, and I don't.

You were a very busy man at the time.

That must have been a long time ago.

Six years. You just

finished Purple Light Grapes.

A play with music that

was built. And what music?

I can't ever hear any of the score even

today without going

all to pieces over it.

Isn't that funny?

I don't feel like

laughing, if that's what you mean.

I was sure you were

going to become very famous.

I kept searching the

drama pages for your name.

And the next time I ran across it, it was

on the society page. You'd married.

That's one way of keeping

a name before the public.

Oh, here you are. Darling, the carters

are leaving. They'd like to say goodbye.

Oh, of course.

Terribly sorry, but we've

made a dinner engagement.

Good night, Miss Bannon. It's been a

great pleasure meeting you personally.

Wild horses couldn't drag me

away if it weren't for you.

It's the old crow, wasn't it, your elbow?

Good night.

Look, Dick, why don't you stay in our

dinner with Laura and me?

Can't, Johnny. I've already made a date.

Well, I am making a force on him.

I don't think Laura'd

hold still for that.

It's Lisa.

Well, excuse me.

You like a drink?

Thank you, no. I should be going, too.

Would you have one if you like?

Somehow I don't seem to need it anymore.

Which way do you go?

Can I give you a lift?

West, I think.

Yes, West. I was lost for a minute. Is

that your direction?

Lost or West?

Let's say good night to Laura and John.

I've got a car around here someplace, so

I'll drive you to your hotel.

If I can remember where I parked it, I

think it's up the street away.

Fine. I'd love to walk a bit.

I'm like an old fire horse.

I never really feel at home

in New York unless I'm on foot.

Hollywood's different.

Aren't there nobody ever walks?

I wouldn't recognize the place at less

than 40 miles an hour.

You still like New York?

I don't know why, really. I've had such

miserable times here.

Lonely. Crackers and milk for dinner.

Knocking on doors up and

down Broadway half the time.

Bending my one pair of

stockings the other half.

But I never come here without feeling

that somehow this is home.

This is where the magic starts.

I know. Like Grinsberry's.

Ruse them and wonder.

Only they never let me

along with it anymore.

I'm always on a conducted tour with

studio people at my elbow every minute.

I seem to have mislaid the car.

It'll turn up.

Where to?

Regent Plaza. Can I drop you someplace?

Your pomodoro.

Pomodoro, 53rd near Madison.

You're leaving for England more.

Yes. The boat sails at noon.

I'll have to be up

early to finish my packing.

Hardly paced to go to bed at all.

I know. I'll have a head

full of fuzz all day tomorrow.

The thing is, stay up.

Meet the dawn head on.

How about it?

This little place in Harlem, I'm sure

you've never been to.

We can start there.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I promised some people from our New York

office I'd have dinner with.

Part of that conducted

tour I told you about.

Nothing very important, but...

Anyway, you've got a date, too.

Oh, I haven't been reading your mail.

I heard you mention it to John as the

Carters were leaving.

That's right, I forgot.

You'd never forget a date, would you?

You're too honest and upright.

You say that almost like an accusation.

Anyway, it's not

true. I'm just practical.

I've learned that when I have to keep

ducking my conscience,

I don't have any fun.

Very simple.

Yes, I suppose goodness is

very simple. For some people.

You're one of them. Even though you're

self-conscious about it.

Really? How can you tell?

I know. You haven't changed.

Okay. Tonight I'm

prepared to believe anything.

That's the Pompidoe here.

You want to stop here first?

Yes, driver. I'll get out here.

You're lovely, Julie Bannon. I wish I'd

met you ten years ago.

But you did. Six, anyway.

Oh, yes. You've never

told me how or where.

You didn't ask. I can guess.

Someone waved a magic

wand. There you were.

Two miracles in one lifetime and Richard

Morton's marked absent both times.

Wait a minute.

Bon voyage from one of your fans.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Julie Bannon. Good luck in England, in

Hollywood, or wherever you are.

- Bon soir, Mr. Morton.

- Good evening, George.

Madame is waiting.

I'm so sorry.

- Am I in trouble? - No.

Well, courage, George.

Hello, Lisa.

Am I late or are you early?

You're late.

Sorry, darling. Me and that sundial were

always later than we think.

Just like old times.

You were off radiating charms somewhere

and me sitting waiting.

A fool.

Well, if you've got to

sit and wait like a fool,

it's much better to have a pleasant place

like this to do it in, don't you think?

- Have a drink. - You feel better.

I don't want to drink, and

you don't need one either.

You were practically

staggering when you walked in.

Lisa, please.

Be beautiful and still.

Double martini, very dry.

And don't forget to rub a lemon for you

around the rim of the glass.

You know, dear, for that touch of

bitterness we once thought

would never come between us.

I want something to eat,

and I want to know why you are an hour

and forty minutes late.

We send it over to the table, will you?

I couldn't get away.

Emily decided to take a later plane.

- Miss, you won't go. - You're lying.

I always know when you're lying.

- You do? - It's in your voice.

- And it's there now? - And how?

All right, Lisa, you've got

me. I might as well come clean.

At seven o'clock sharp, I was on my way

over here and I met a girl.

And what a girl.

Like a goddess walking.

Beautiful and serene and good.

Pardon for them?

The kind of a girl a man dreams of

meeting when he's twenty.

And never does.

Where have you been? Turkish bath?

Where have I been?

I've been on the front seat of a sleek

little cloud going

eighty-five miles an hour.

You're drunk.

Voila.

Miss, you're vicious to order now.

Tonight we have the Angi Berle.

A present, Liget.

But you can bring me

another of these, meanwhile.

Yes, go on drinking. You'll look fine.

You must have started

bright and early this morning.

Bright and early indeed, darling.

And cloudy with anticipation.

You're full of

dime-store sentiment, aren't you?

You wake up and remember I'm

alive, once in a blue moon,

and then you keep me

waiting an hour and forty minutes.

I said I was sorry.

Come on, be a good sport.

I'm sick of being a good sport about you.

I look in the mirror and I don't

recognize myself anymore.

Lisa Miller, waiting for

a man to throw her bow.

Three, four times a year

like a quarterly dividend.

I don't know why I've

put up with it so long.

Give me one good reason why.

I can't, Lisa.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

I was alone. I thought we'd have one of

our old-time evenings.

Yes, so you call me up and come flying

into my arms, drunk, two hours late.

Well, that's life.

Man proposes, gin disposes.

Happy days, darling.

You are lovely.

Of all the instinct of a

killer, all your lack of courage.

That all you lack is a brass band.

Can't you tone it down a little?

Come off it, Lisa. Have a drink.

No, thanks.

But you have another on me.

Oh, I am so sorry.

It's all right, George.

All right, we've weathered

these little crises before.

Just bring me another nap.

If you take too many

chances with me, you and Emily,

one day you'll go too far.

One day I'll be just

that little bit too drunk.

All right, forget it.

I said I was sorry.

Do you want me to get down on my knees

and say so in front of everybody?

You know I'd never hurt you, Lisa.

Don't cry, will you?

Please don't cry.

Here.

Very dry.

Perhaps Madame would like something?

Perhaps Madame is fatique.

Yes, Madame is fatique.

And it's not Madame as mademoiselle.

Get me a taxi.

Lisa, wait. I'll take you home.

I'm sorry, George.

I'm afraid it was really my fault.

You were right.

The lady was fatique and with reason.

Thank you, monsieur.

Perhaps now monsieur will eat something.

I don't think so,

George. My appetite's gone.

But I could do with another martini.

Monsieur, if I may say

so, drink what you want,

but first lay down the foundation, eh?

Something first in the store

market to soak up the spirit.

Sound idea, George.

Only just now, Madame, all mademoiselle

has soaked up my spirit.

I don't think I could get it down.

Nothing I can do for you, monsieur?

No, thanks, Georgie.

I think I'll make a call.

Don't do it. Don't mess up her life, too.

This isn't Lisa or Emily.

This is a vulnerable girl.

Get me the Regent Plaza, please.

She's leaving for England

tomorrow. Where's the harm?

Miss Bannon's room, uh, Julie Bannon.

Hello? This is David.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Hello? This is Dick. Dick Morton.

I'm not disturbing you?

Good. I was...

I was hoping there might have been some

change in your plans.

Well, as a matter of

fact, there has. I begged off.

Well, what about your date?

Oh, I... I see.

No, I thought I'd stay in. Packly, Julie.

Well, look.

Look, maybe I wasn't sufficiently

eloquent about that

little place in Harlem.

This girl, she's the color of ripe cocoa.

And she sings like

heaven ought to be like.

If heaven were like

what it ought to be like.

All right.

Wonderful. I'll... I'll pick

you up in about ten minutes.

Goodbye. Somebody stole my tricycle.

George.

George, bring me some black

coffee and a slug of brandy.

Uh...

Oh, I know. It's the foundation.

All right, George.

Just bring me the coffee.

Good evening, Mr. Morton.

Hello, Henry. Full up?

Always room for you, sir. Miss Bannon.

Good evening.

Dudley, how are you?

Clear me a table right away at ringside.

Do you have a company? This way, please.

Tea, coffee, or champagne?

Champagne.

Coffee might be wiser,

black, and something to eat.

Wisdom was never my long suit. Champagne.

Yes, sir.

Got a bottle with your

name right on it, Miss Bannon.

Thank you.

Look at me, boys. Look at me.

I'll take it from your skull.

Julie Bannon, with this rose,

I crowned the sovereign of my realm,

mistress of my heart,

and apple of my eye.

Not partial to roses?

They're my favorites.

But it has upset you.

She's brought something back.

A childish fancy.

I'm partial to childish fancy.

I'll trade you some of

mine for some of yours.

Hi, Dick. Nice to see you.

Thanks for the build-up. Nice timing.

I'm trying to impress the

lady. Can you guess why?

Why, sure. You want

to get in the pictures.

Certainly nice to have

you here, Miss Bannon.

Thank you. Would you do me a favor?

Just name it. The place is yours.

Well, I'd like to hear

another one of Mr. Morton's songs.

Too late for spring. Would

you play that for me, please?

Right now. Thank you.

You've hurt your hand.

Somebody loves me. I wonder who...

You ought to have something on it.

I have. Just what the doctor ordered.

But spring to me will linger on.

Why do I spend this restless night, this

night without sleep?

These are secrets of mine, mine to keep.

They'll come another

spring, or on unsum fair day.

Be it much, be it April or May.

Late for spring, but not for me.

Deep in my heart, you'll

always be my foolish dreams.

I'm only lying when they sing.

Too late for spring, too late for spring,

too late for spring.

What's the matter?

Isn't that silly? Someone always gets me.

And you've written nothing since.

You weren't around to coax me.

Want to dance?

I'd love to.

What made you wait in for my call?

I was curious and excited. I've been

wondering for six years

what you were really like.

I've been wondering about that for over

thirty. And what have you found out?

About what I expected.

Very nice. Very spoiled.

I'm spoiled. And what made you

so sure I was going to phone?

Because you're a movie star now?

No. You'd be surprised how little I think

about being a movie star.

Well, what then?

I don't know. I just

felt it. In my fingertips.

Did you get all your messages that way?

Just the important ones.

Not a bad system. You knew I had a date.

What did they tell you about that?

That you'd probably break it.

Tell me Julie Bannon's a little bit

ruthless in her own quiet way.

If you mean knowing what I

want and being honest about it.

Yes. You mean

stepping on people to get it?

No.

Anyway, you didn't seem to think the date

was very important to yourself.

You were right. I'll tell you what I

thought. I'll send you telegram.

What does it say?

That I'm having a wonderful time.

So am I, Julie. For

the first time in ages.

There's a postscript.

What?

It says we are hungry.

You're right. We'll go somewhere in time.

I mean, I want to take you to a place.

Something special?

Very special. You don't mind.

Lead the way. I'm in your hands.

Goodbye, Sam.

Goodbye, Julie. Good seeing you.

Wonderful seeing you.

Good morning. Thanks a lot.

Good knowing you. Come back again.

That's just great.

I thought I'd never get a word in

edgewise when you and Sam

started talking about old time.

Oh, you don't know. Sam used to feed me

on the cuff for weeks when I was broken.

He's a wonderful person.

Whips up a wonderful strudel, too.

I didn't bring you down

here for the strudel. Look.

They really have given you the work.

Not that thing. Across

the street. Your theater.

My theater?

You don't remember at all, do you? The

rehearsals of "Sandwiches from Sam's"?

I hope that I'm not surprised.

The best part of my life

is what I've forgotten.

Oh, dream. How do you

know so much about the show?

I was in it. I mean, I had a tall hold.

I studied dancing, but I never wanted to

be a dancer. I wanted to be an actress.

But I also wanted to eat.

I don't think there was much

to choose between any of us,

but I'm sure that I

was the worst of the lot.

And then to talk things off, one of the

laces of my shoes came undone.

I thought you were the most wonderful

thing that ever happened in the world

since the discovery of a marathon.

And you stayed on with the show?

No.

You mean that little weasel fired you as

soon as my back was turned?

No. There was a talent scout at the

Philadelphia opening.

He arranged for a screen

test, and I went to Hollywood.

There were three weeks on

the road when I had it bad.

I used to start trembling every time you walked into the theater.

But you're all right now?

Yes. Fine. Thank you.

The Mona leaves a

smile. Everything's there.

Every impossible wish you've ever had.

Every high moment.

Every cold reckoning.

Dick.

Nothing.

What's down there? Oh, nothing. Nothing.

What's down there?

Oh, Edgewater, Fort Lee, Weehawken.

Oh, sure. Where the ferry goes.

It always reminds me of

something out of Gulliver's Travels.

Weehawken, where the little people live.

They're looking at the lights on this

side just out of reach.

Like every wish they'd

ever had in putting names.

Maybe if they named them, they might have

them. Some of them, anyway.

Maybe.

Maybe the sun sets in the east, the birds

fly north in the winter.

We were going to say

something before and stop.

I was going to ask you about your wife.

What do you want to know?

Nothing.

This is all very strange, really. I

suppose I shouldn't even be here.

Don't be silly.

Is she very beautiful?

I've always thought

so. Some people might.

It's not the kind of a face you're likely

to forget in any case.

You're very much in

love with her, aren't you?

That's a good question. I wish I'd know

how to answer it. Why?

Just that you don't seem very happy.

They always go together,

Julie. Love and happiness.

In my dictionary, they do.

All right. Let's talk about you. What's

your idea, the good life?

Doing work I enjoy.

Being married to someone

I love raising a family.

I'm really a very ordinary person.

Sure.

And Beethoven's ninth is really a very

ordinary hunk of music.

Listen.

Is it going to be six

years before we meet again?

Six years, six months.

What difference does it make?

We've missed the boat.

I wish I could have heard you play.

But I forgot you don't play anymore.

I'll play for you. Come on.

[Music]

[Music]

I've put you to sleep.

I didn't miss a note.

It was beautiful, Dick.

Brought back so many things.

Anything particular?

Very particular.

Another childish fancy?

No. Same one.

Want to tell me about it?

Well, if you promise not to

laugh, it's very silly, really.

I won't laugh unless you authorize it.

Well, that all goes back to

the time when I was in the show.

I know. Everything

with us goes back to that.

I did most of my acting after the show.

When I was alone in my eight-foot-ten

bedroom with a plumbing down the hall.

I could be a star just

by turning out the light.

I'll bet you were magnificent.

You promised.

There was one scene I used

to play over and over again.

You were in it.

Secondly?

Don't interrupt. There'd be a lock at my

door. You'd be there.

Oh, Mr. Morton. Oh, well, please come in.

I'm so sorry. I don't

mean no. The room's so messy.

Well, that's quite

all right, Miss Bannon.

I just dropped in to tell you that Gloria

Mason broke her leg.

Oh, I... I'm so sorry.

We've decided to let you play the lead.

Mr. Morton, I... I just

don't know what to say.

I'm quite sure you

can do it, Miss Bannon.

You see, I've been watching you.

You have?

Yes, I... I think

you're wonderful. I... I...

Yes, Mr. Morton.

I love you, Miss Bannon.

I love you too, Mr. Morton.

(Music)

And then after the show there were

flowers all over the

stage, a sea of flowers.

And you came up and you took a rose, one

tea rose from a basket.

And you gave it to me

and you said, "Julie..."

This better be good after the build-up.

Julie, you said, "I'm glad

for you, but I'm sad too."

Last night you were mine alone.

Today you belong to the world.

I told you it was silly.

Julie, where were my eyes six years ago?

Six years ago.

It's so strange, Dick. I was letting go.

Even your face had gone

a bit hazy in my mind.

After all, six years.

Then I saw you walk into the heartless'

living room and my knees

turned to tissue paper and I...

I knew that nothing had changed.

Dick, what are we going to do?

You're going to England?

I'm going back to Long Island.

Everything's changed,

Julie, except the rules.

You still make your bed

and have nightmares in it.

Are you sure you've made yours?

Laura Hartless told me

some things about Emily.

Go away, Julie. Go to

England. Forget about me.

You need someone who

loves you, who's good for you.

You, Julie?

Yes, me. I know it, Dick. I feel it.

In your fingertips?

I mean it.

You can't dream away six years.

I'm not dreaming now.

I've never been more awake.

Then use your eyes. I'm not the

successful composer you remember.

You could be again.

Take a look around you, this room. This

is my estate, all I have in the world.

I still pay the rent with money that

dribbles in from the play and songs.

I can't understand it, Dick. I can't understand how you could let it.

With all you have to

give, you could own this town.

I'd settle for less.

You get a little scared thinking, "Maybe

you've lost the combination for good."

It's no fun.

I've kidded about it with

a doctor, but it's no fun.

Doctor?

Yes, I went to an

analyst a few months ago.

I thought maybe he'd have some answers.

All I got was a lot of double talk.

Maybe you didn't have the right doctor.

Maybe he didn't have the right patient.

Dick, I'm not a doctor. Dick, I'm not a doctor, but I know what's

the matter, and it could all change.

A talent like yours doesn't just

evaporate, it's still there.

Just waiting for an inspiration.

Waiting for you to stop feeling sorry for

yourself and just getting back to work,

sitting down tomorrow

morning and doing it.

Just like that, tomorrow morning.

All I know is that if you'd belonged to

me, this never could have happened.

I'd have locked you and made you work.

You would?

You're all alike, aren't you?

You all talk of love.

Look, it's always reform school you're

talking about, really.

Dick, I was talking

about you, about your work.

Work.

Work, always the same

little bookkeeper's dream.

Write something great, Richard.

Play for me, Richard.

Compose for me.

Make me proud of you.

Be a genius.

Never just be yourself.

Emily leaves everyone of you

all the way back to my mother,

and she was the worst of the lot.

She wanted nothing for herself.

Oh, no, only for me.

She kept me at the

piano eight hours a day,

ground me up a musical,

hamburger making a genius out of me.

All for her.

I've had nothing but love all my life.

I'm sorry I let go of you like that.

It all boiled over suddenly.

I told you I was bound to hurt you.

Say something funny.

You're good at that.

Julie, please.

You don't understand.

I think I do.

Wasn't you?

I know.

It was just women, all women.

All right.

Come on.

I'll take you back to your hotel.

You don't have to.

I'll get a text.

[music]

Hello?

Yes, Lisa.

It's me.

Dick.

Where have you been?

I've been going crazy.

I must have made 20

calls trying to find you.

Now I'm all right.

Now?

All right, Lisa.

I'll be up in a few minutes. You look exhausted.

Let me have your coat.

I'll bet you've been drinking all night

and forgot to eat again.

Come on.

I'll make some coffee.

Please don't start taking care of me.

I'm all right.

What's the matter?

I'm all right. I'm all right. I'm all right. I'm all right. I'm all right. I'm all right. I'm all right. I'm all right. I'm all right. What did you want to talk to me about?

It'll keep.

I've got the cover to do tomorrow

afternoon, but we'll have the whole

morning to ourselves.

I won't be here in the morning.

I see.

You're going to be strict now.

Punish me.

Look, Lisa, don't make me feel any more

of a heel than I do.

You were right.

Everything you said about me.

It's no good.

Oh, fine.

Three-thirty in the morning.

What are we going to have now?

Hamlets or a tell-off?

I'm serious.

So?

I'm going to do something about it.

Like what?

I don't know.

You're holding something back.

Come on. What is it?

Nothing. Lisa, nothing.

You had a heart-to-heart talk with Emily,

and she promised to behave.

Be a good little wife from now on.

You fell for it.

Emily's in Boston. You know that.

Then who is it you are

being so noble and pure about?

Come on. Who is it?

Look, Lisa, you're not going to help

matters by having a fit.

Answer me. Answer me.

What do you want? Names and dates?

Wait a minute.

That little number on a pink cloud going

eighty-five miles an hour.

Is that it?

You weren't kidding.

No, Lisa, I wasn't kidding.

I met this girl six years ago, and I

should have known then

she was my only chance.

Isn't that too precious for words?

Who is she?

What difference does it make?

What's her name?

Julie Bannon.

This is just what I deserve.

I feel so cheap.

I'm sorry, Lisa.

It's been no good from the beginning.

I wish my hand had fallen off the first

time I picked up the phone to court.

Lisa, please don't. It's too late now.

Can we cut the recriminations and say

goodbye like friends?

Yes, you would like that.

Oh, nice and cozy and

comfortable for you.

She's going to England in the morning.

I'll probably never see her again.

You're lying.

I've told you the truth.

Well, I better be going.

I'm dead on my feet, and I've got an

hour's drive out to the island.

What for? I thought

you said Emily is away.

She is. So are the servants.

But my dog is still there.

And if I let him down, he can't start

yelling how I betrayed him.

He'll just go hungry.

It's not going to be so easy, my darling.

What are you talking about?

I'm telling you now, Dick.

It's not going to be all your way.

Lisa, don't.

You're not going to forget me. Neither of

them is hopeful of Hollywood.

Julie's got no part in this.

Not yet. But she will

when I get through with her.

It'll be the biggest part she's ever

played, and she won't like it.

Look, Lisa, it doesn't

matter what happens to us.

We got lost somewhere.

But there isn't going to

be any dirt about Julie.

Just wait and see.

I swear I'll find a way to ruin her if I

have to ruin myself doing it.

You're not going to ruin anybody.

Try and stop me. Try and stop me.

I will.

I'm not afraid of you.

I've seen you drunk before.

Dick.

What's the matter with you?

I didn't mean what I said.

No, no, I didn't.

I only said it because I

don't want to lose you.

Dick.

Dick, what's the matter?

Stop it, please.

Do you hear me?

No, I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I couldn't.

Operator, I want New York City.

Butterfield 89972.

Yes, 89972. Butterfield 89972 does not answer.

Shall I try it again in 20 minutes?

No.

No, Operator, please keep

ringing. She's got to answer.

Thank you. I'll ring the number again.

[alarm]

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Lisa.

Dick, is that you?

What?

I was taking a shower.

Are you kidding? Of course you were here.

Dick, what's the matter with you?

I'm all confused.

I can't tell you how glad

I am that you're all right.

Lisa, did-- did I try to answer? Lisa, did--

did I try to hurt you last night?

For a moment, I

thought you were going to.

You acted like a wild man.

You kept babbling

something about reforming,

and then you ran out.

I was afraid you'd never

make it to Long Island.

You always drive so

crazily when you're drunk.

You really had me worried.

I'm sorry, Lisa.

Huh?

Yes. Yes, I'll be fine now.

Now that I know you're okay.

Thanks.

Thanks for everything.

Yes.

Yes, you'll hear from me.

Goodbye.

Saved by the bell.

[music]

Julie, we had a quarrel.

Maybe I just thought it was Lisa, and all

the time it was Julie.

Maybe she's lying there now.

I've got to find out. I'm

going back to the studio.

[music]

Julie Bannon, a glamorous movie star.

Just a picture in the paper.

None of it really happened.

That's how we met.

A drunken dream.

She isn't real.

What is real?

What happened?

What did I do?

[phone rings]

Hello?

Dick?

Julie.

Dick, I tried and tried

to get you last night.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Yes, I'm all right.

Where are you?

At the hotel.

Dick, I've got to see you before I leave

and tell you how sorry

I am about last night.

What happened?

I'm a little confused.

Did I hurt you?

Oh, no, Dick. It was all my fault.

Dick, I can't talk over the phone.

I want to see you just for a minute.

No, Julie, let's say goodbye now.

Maybe when you get back,

things will be different.

Take care of yourself, darling.

[music]

Not this time, you furies. Not this time.

I don't belong in this

beautiful cemetery anymore.

I'm going away. I'm going to work again.

We're getting out of here, boy.

[music]

You want me to be jealous?

There are worse things to be.

Dickie, you're such a child.

Stop using that tone. I can stand

anything but your mother.

Don't be silly, dear.

You couldn't live for a week without my

mother and you, Dick.

I should have left you long ago.

You'll never leave me, Dick.

You like all the little

things I do for you. Too much.

I'm getting away from you right now.

You hear? I believe you.

Oh, no, you won't, Dick.

I bought and paid for you,

and I'm going to keep you.

I'm getting away from

you once I've come here.

[screaming]

[music]

Morton, I warned you.

There's murder in you.

This is where I really blacked out.

Poor Emily.

[music]

[music]

Dick.

[music]

You shouldn't have come.

I had to see you. I couldn't

go away without seeing you.

You'll be late for the boat.

There's plenty of time. You're alone

here. I mean, you told me.

Yes, yes, I'm alone. Emily's gone.

Dick, you've got to do something about

your life, and I can't help you.

I found that out last night.

You've got to do it yourself.

Julie.

Try to make a go of your marriage,

but you've got to get your life

straightened out somehow.

You've got to, Dick.

People can't go on hurting

each other the way you two have.

It's killing you. Don't you see that?

Promise me, please.

I promise, Julie.

Oh, Dick, you can do such wonderful

things with your life.

Not for me, not for

anybody. Just for you.

You look terribly tired.

I'm all right.

A shave and a cold

shower, I'll be as good as new.

Come with me.

Julie.

I mean to the ship.

I can.

It'll be easier if I

don't for both of us.

I'm sorry, boy. No manners at all.

This is Julie, boy.

Is he yours?

All mine.

I raised him from a pup

the size of your hand.

You're taking him with you?

I sure am.

He'll be waiting for

you when you get back.

Just let me take one

more look for the files.

Oh, I wish I didn't

have to leave you now.

Don't say that, Julie.

I don't want to feel it meeting me again.

It's messed up your life.

We're supposed to be good

for each other, like vitamin 2.

Take it.

I've got a lot to do when you're gone,

but there's one way you can help me.

I'll do anything, Dick. Anything.

Make me sure that you'll go on with your

life no matter what happens.

Give me your word.

But nothing can happen,

not anymore. We won't let it.

That's right. We won't let it.

But just in case, promise.

I promise.

[Music]

Goodbye, Julie.

Goodbye, Dick. Take care of yourself.

I'll be all right now. She'll get over it, boy. She's young.

She'll go on.

She promised.

You'll be all right, too.

She'll remember what I said

about your waiting for her.

[Music] [Music]

Operator, would you get me

the police station, please?

No. No, wait.

First, get me the

person on the Queen Mary.

What?

No, I don't know the number.

Would you get it for me, please?

[Music]

[Music]

Oh, thank you very much.

I'll unpack later.

Come in.

Miss Bannon?

Oh, just a minute.

[Music]

Thank you.

[Music]

With this rose, I crown

thee sovereign of my realm,

mistress of my heart,

and apple of my eye.

[Music]

Goodbye, Julie Bannon.

Good luck in England, in

Hollywood, or wherever you are.

Beau voyage, my darling.

[Music]