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I can't think of anyone less
an authority on female anatomy.

He can see. It's enormous.

- No, it isn't.
- It's hideous.

Why don't you show me that dress again?

It is a bit full here.
Let me have it.

Thanks, Mom.

Tsk.

[Chattering, Murmuring]

- [Woman] Taxi!
- [Man] Taxi. Taxi!

- Is this your cab?
- It's not my cab.

- Is this your cab?
- Really, it's not my cab.

- We'll share it.
- But I don't want it.

No, we'll share it. I insist.
That way there'll be no ill feelings.

- Are you going to Sally's too?
- No.

Well, that settles it. Come with us.
That way we'll all be going the same direction.

You should come, otherwise
we're all gonna freeze out here.

Come on!

- Hi. I'm Nick.
- Hi, Nick. I'm Tom.

- Nice to meet you.
- I'm Jane. This is Audrey.

- Hi, Jane.
- [Nick] You are going to Sally's, aren't you?

Of course there's a God.
We all basically know there is.

- [Woman] I know no such thing.
- Of course you do.

When you think to yourself... - And most of our
waking life is taken up thinking to ourself... -

you must have that feeling
that your thoughts aren't entirely wasted...

that, in some sense,
they are being heard.

Hey, I think it's this sensation
of silently being listened to...

with total comprehension...

- Hi, Sally.
- You got here so fast.

- Hello!
- that represents our innate belief
in a supreme being.

- Nice to meet you.
- We stole his cab.

- What's his name again?
- Tom Townsend.

No, I think it was something else.

No, it's Tom Townsend, I'm sure.

He looks familiar.

He's the guy that was sitting at the table
behind ours without talking to anyone all evening.

Then, outside, he got the cab
that we were trying to flag down.

But he insisted that we take it,
so Nick insisted that he come along too...

so that there should be no ill feeling.

What it shows is that a kind of belief
is innate in all of us.

At some point
most of us lose that...

after which it can only be regained
by a conscious act of faith.

You've experienced that?

Uh, no, I haven't.

I-I hope to someday.

Actually, it wasn't my cab. I was just there
waiting for the light to change when it pulled up.

- I never take cabs.
- You never take cabs?

No, I either walk
or take public transportation.

- Why?
- A lot of reasons.

So you're one of those
public transportation snobs.

- You look down on people who take taxis.
- No, not at all.

That's how New York's seen,
at least in the popular imagination.

I don't think that there is
a popular imagination.

- What do you mean?
- Just that.

I don't think that there is
a popular imagination.

- Pomfret. Where did you go?
- Farmington.

Both of us did.

Did you know Serena Slocum there?

- [Chuckles] The inevitable question.
- What?

All the guys ask that. Serena had
an incredible number of boyfriends. At least 20.

She could manage it because
they were all at different schools...

and she wrote letters
incredibly quickly.

Three in a single study hall.
She became really famous.

It's incredible how naive some guys are.
How do you know Serena?

Actually, that might give someone
the wrong impression.

She wrote a lot of guys, but I'm sure
she liked some a lot more than others.

Oh, you think so? I never noticed that.
How do you know Serena?

I was one of her boyfriends.

Oh.
You must be Pomfret.

- Your letters were really good.
- Yes.

- What do you mean?
- They were interesting.

Serena let you read my letters?

No. She read them aloud.

I can't believe it.

She only read us the ones
that she thought were really good.

Or really bad.
But yours were really good.

There was no suggestion of ridicule, if that's
what's worrying you. At least not that I can recall.

I remember a long letter you wrote Serena
about agrarian socialism.

I think it was one of the first things
to set Alice Dreyer off about Marxism.

Since then she's joined
the Red Underground Army.

If she blows herself up,
it'll be your fault.

It's actually surprising
to see you at something like this.

In your letters, you expressed
a vehement opposition to deb parties...

and to conventional society
in general.

- I take it you've changed your mind.
- No.

- I'm just as much opposed to them as ever.
- Then what made you decide to come tonight?

He got an invitation.

He's right. I got an invitation and didn't
particularly have anything else to do.

I think that's the case
with almost everybody.

No. Nick goes
whether he's invited or not.

Unlike Tom, I'm in favor of these kind of parties,
and I wanna show that support however I can.

It's a bit ridiculous for someone to say
they're morally opposed to deb parties...

and then attend them anyways.

It's... - It's untenable.

- Everyone does.
- But that's no contradiction.

I wasn't trying to.

I think it's justifiable to go once,
to know firsthand what it is you oppose.

I'd read Veblen, but it was amazing to see
that these things still go on.

- You're a Marxist?
- No, I'm a committed socialist, not a Marxist.

I favor the socialist model developed by
the 19th-century French social critic Fourier.

You're a Fourierist?

Yes.

Fourierism was tried
in the 19th century and failed.

I mean, wasn't Brook Farm Fourierist?

- It failed.
- That's debatable.

- Whether Brook Farm failed?
- That it ceased to exist, I'll grant you.

But whether it was really a failure
I don't think can be definitively said.

Well... - Well, for me,
ceasing to exist is failure.

I mean, that's... -
that's pretty definitive.

Well, everyone ceases to exist.
That doesn't mean everyone's a failure.

- You really feel that way?
- I really do.

- Really?
- Really!

Tom Townsend.

[Whispers]
Tom Townsend.

It's a fine name.

What about Tommy?
Tommy Townsend?

It's sounds more U.C.

Really? What's that?

Well, we come here all the time,
thus the S.F.R. P... . -

- Sally Fowler Rat Pack.
- Oh.

Mine and Charlie's are too.

But that's the ex... -
exception though.

I mean, divorce is actually comparatively rare
among standard New York social types...

contrary to what people might think.

Well, usually there's
something wrong though.

Dead fathers are a common problem.

Jane's father's dead.
Very suddenly, last year.

- Must have been awful for her.
- Yes.

It was tough on him too.

That's different though.
That doesn't mean a broken home.

Well, it still means having your mother
go out on dates.

My point was that the common image
of divorce and decadent behavior...

being prevalent among
New York social types...

is not really accurate.

That's more Southampton.

♫ [Stereo: Cha-cha-cha]

[Guests Chattering]

- ♫ [Continues]
- Okay, Cynthia, let's cha-cha-cha.

It's completely ridiculous.

Oh, now, the cha-cha
is no more ridiculous than life itself.

- I don't know how to do it.
- You must have learned it in dancing school.

- [Nick] Cynthia was a dancing school dropout.
- [Cynthia] I've got it.

- ♫ [Continues]
- [Nick] ♪ Cha-cha-cha ♪

Ah, the cha-cha.

I don't think it's possible to forget the cha-cha.
I think you're blocking it out.

♪ Cha-cha, cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha, cha-cha-cha ♪

♪ Cha-cha, cha-cha-cha ♪

♪ Cha-cha, cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha, cha-cha-cha ♪

Tom! Audrey!
♪ Cha-cha-cha ♪

- Tom! Audrey! ♪ Cha-cha-cha ♪
- ♫ [Continues]

- [Cynthia Laughs]
- [Nick] I love this.

♪ Cha-cha-cha ♪

Oh!
♪ Cha-cha-cha ♪

Bob! ♪ Cha-cha-cha ♫
Bob!

- Hi.
- Hi.

- What are you doing here in the dark?
- I was just getting a glass of water.

Oh.

- It's gone awfully late.
- Yes.

What time do after-parties end?

There's no set time.

They usually end
whenever people go...

or whenever the parents get up.

Although the last time I was here,
over Thanksgiving...

Sally's parents asked us
to stay for breakfast.

That's amazing.

- No one stayed except Nick.
- Really?

He likes everyone's parents.

I don't think I've ever met
anyone's parents, except Serena's.

I once had quite a long talk
with her father.

What's the situation
between you and Serena now?

There is none.

- When did you stop seeing each other?
- Yale game weekend.

[Nick]
Dawn in the big city.

There are eight million stories
out there.

[Chattering, Laughing]

- Give our apologies to them.
- Oh, it's not necessary.

No, I think it is.
Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night, darling.

- Good night.
- Thank you.

- Oh, you're welcome.
- Thanks a lot.

- You're welcome. We'll see you tonight?
- No.

- You should come. Hope's a friend of ours.
- You won't be coming to any more dances?

- No.
- Oh, well, that's a shame.

- It was nice meeting you.
- Thank you. It was nice to meet you.

- Ciao, Sally. Ciao!
- Ciao!

- Good luck with your Fourierism.
- Thank you.

Unless we get a Checker,
we're gonna have to take two cabs.

- Don't worry about me. I'm gonna walk.
- Really? But it's terribly cold.

- I prefer to walk.
- You'll freeze dressed like that.

This is actually very warm.
It has a lining.

- Good-bye. Ciao, Tom.
- Bye-bye, Tom.

- Good night.
- Bye.

Where are we headed?

He's gonna freeze dressed like that
in weather like this.

Driver, follow that pedestrian.

[Nick Chuckling]

- Hey, fella!
- We have a Checker. Can we give you a lift?

- No, thanks.
- You sure?

Yep. Thanks anyway.

[Nick]
He's getting a crosstown bus.

That explains it.

A Westsider is amongst us.

There is a real escort shortage.

It's no joke.

- What was your impression of him?
- He seemed nice. I didn't talk to him much.

Mom, I don't want to seem rude.
I know I got up very late.

But I'm having what,
for me, is breakfast...

and I really don't want to think about
returning my tuxedo right now.

- It's just that I think it's getting too late... -
- Mom, get off my back!

It's nearly 6:00.
They're going to close.

jesus!

If I have to pay for another day... -

[Mother]
Was it already closed?

How much extra will it cost?

Twenty-five dollars.

- I'm sorry about what I said earlier.
- Not at all.

A girl called.
Her number's by the kitchen phone.

She said it was a bit urgent.

I know it's very late,
but we had trouble getting your number.

Basically, we'd all be going together,
although officially you'd be Audrey's escort.

- Who?
- Audrey Rouget.

The party should be
of some sociological interest.

Peter Duchin,
the Plaza ballroom, et cetera.

- You think you'll be able to come?
- Um... -

Well, actually, there's a bit
of an escort shortage.

[Guests Chattering, Laughing]

[Guests Chattering, Laughing]

[Woman]
Hi, Rick.

What a mystery. Rick Von Sloneker
and Serena Slocum, still together.

- Seems like months.
- It has been months.

Well, one thing's for certain... -
she's lost her virginity by now.

- How can you say that?
- You're right. Maybe she wasn't a virgin.

- Riffraff.
- He's hardly that.

Oh, you mean because of his title.
We're supposed to be impressed by that.

On the contrary, I think the titled
aristocracy are the scum of the Earth.

[Chattering Continues]

By Tolstoy, War and Peace...

and by Jane Austen,
Persuasion and Mansfield Park.

Mansfield Park?
You've got to be kidding.

- No.
- But it's a notoriously bad book.

Even Lionel Trilling,
one of her greatest admirers, thought that.

Well, if Lionel Trilling thought that,
he's an idiot.

[Scoffs] The whole story
revolves around, what...

the immorality of a group of young people
putting on a play.

In the context of the novel
it makes perfect sense.

But the context of the novel,
and nearly everything Jane Austen wrote...

is near ridiculous
from today's perspective.

Has it ever occurred to you that today,
looked at from Jane Austen's perspective...

would look even worse?

You must be freezing
dressed in that.

- It has a lining.
- What kind of lining is it?

You gonna wear a raincoat all winter?

Princeton's south of here.
I guess it's a lot warmer.

No, I just didn't know
where to get a good overcoat.

Uh, Brooks, J. Press, Tripler... -

Actually, I haven't had time to buy one.

♫ [Orchestra: "The Blue Danube Waltz"]

♫ [Continues]

[Tom] I'm not sure I wanna go back to Princeton
next year. It's too much of a country club for me.

You really shouldn't
treat Serena that way.

- What?
- Giving her the silent treatment.

- I'm not giving her the silent treatment.
- [Chuckles] Come on.

I'm not giving her the silent treatment.
I just don't have anything to say to her.

Listen, I know you're angry with her.
You're probably right to be.

But it's still not right to treat her that way.
I think Serena really feels hurt by it.

Oh, give me a break!

Serena Slocum, a real feeling?

- Serena's basically a good person.
- [Scoffs]

- She has feelings like anybody else.
- I find that very hard to believe.

All this is... - is pretty deceptive.

- All what?
- Well, I... -

I think that... - that... -
that we are all, in a sense, doomed.

What are you talking about?

Downward social mobility.

We hear a lot about
the great social mobility in America...

with the focus usually on
the comparative ease of moving upwards.

What's less discussed is
how easy it is to... - to go down.

I think that's the... -
the direction that we're all heading in.

And I think that the downward fall
is gonna be very fast.

Not just for us as individuals,
but the whole preppy class.

Where do you get all this?

Well, just look around. Take those
of our fathers who grew up very well off.

Maybe their careers
started out well enough...

but just as their contemporaries
really began to accomplish things...

they started to quit...

on rising above office politics...

or... - or refusing to compete
and risk open failure.

Or not... - not doing
the humdrum part of the job.

Or only doing the humdrum part.

Or gradually spending more and more time
on something more interesting... -

um, conservation, or the arts...

where even if they were total failures
no one would know it.

Okay.

I guess we all know
who you're talking about.

I can't deny your point, but...

unlike you, I've always
assumed I'd be a failure anyway.

That's why I plan to marry
an extremely rich woman.

Pretty depressing.

A bit overstated, don't you think?

- I'm not so sure.
- "Doomed."

Even if he were right...

it wouldn't be any great tragedy if some
of these people lost their class prerogatives.

"These people" are everyone I know.

And besides, it's not a question of losing
class prerogatives, whatever that means...

but the prospect of wasting
your whole productive life...

of personal failure.

That's so melodramatic.

Life is melodramatic,
if you look at the whole sweep of it.

I don't know.

I think my father
considers himself a failure...

although I don't think he's one.

I guess few people's lives...

match their own expectations.

I always drink two glasses of water
before going to bed anyway.

It's great for your complexion.

I thought I should mention I'm putting you
on the floor committee for the Christmas ball.

Essentially, all it means is, you'll be able to go
on your own rather than as someone's escort...

and that you'll get
a white carnation for your lapel.

Thanks a lot, but actually I'm not
planning to go to any more dances.

You weren't?

Well, I strongly advise you
to change your mind.

Is it that your resources
are limited?

This is about the only economical
social life you're gonna find in New York.

Music, drinks, entertainment,
hot, nutritious meals...

all at no expense to you.

Basically, all you need
is one suit of evening clothes...

and a tailcoat.

Dances are either white tie or black tie,
so you only need two ties.

- You rented that from where?
- A.T. Harris.

Oh, good!
You know about Harris.

They also sell them secondhand,
very inexpensively.

- It's a good arrangement.
- Thanks a lot.

My resources are limited,
but actually that's not it.

I know. You're opposed
to these parties on principle.

- Yes.
- Exactly what principle is that?

Well... -

The principle that one shouldn't be out
at night eating hors d'oeuvres...

when one could be home
worrying about the less fortunate.

Pretty much, yes.

Has it ever occurred to you
that you are the less fortunate?

I mean, there's something
a tiny bit arrogant...

about people going around feeling sorry
for other people they consider less fortunate.

Are the more fortunate
really so terrific?

Do you want some much-richer guy
going around saying...

"Poor Tom Townsend doesn't even have
a winter jacket... - I can't go to any more parties"?

That's a bit cynical.

This is not just a matter
of what you personally prefer.

I'll tell you this in confidence.
You've made a big impression on these girls... -

- Oh, come on!
- No, I'm serious.

They like you and are now
counting on you as an escort.

Well, I like them, too,
but that doesn't... -

I'm not sure if you realize this, but these girls
are at a very vulnerable point in their lives.

All of this is much more emotional
and difficult for them than it is for us.

They're on display.

They have to call the guys up
and invite them as escorts.

And preppy girls mature socially
much later than others do.

For many of them, this is the first
serious social life they've had...

and if you just disappear now,
they're gonna take that as personal rejection.

- Give me a break.
- I'm not entirely joking.

You should go.

If Thorstein Veblen were here,
he'd tell you the same thing.

I'll meet you at 4:30 at Brooks,
main floor, southwest corner...

where the pajamas intersect
with the expensive shirts...

right across from
the undershorts counter.

As a romance,
it never really existed.

- Really?
- I made a classic mistake.

I fell in love with Serena
long before I met her.

I'd seen her at a Chapin dance,
but I didn't really meet her until a year later.

Even before we started going out,
I'd built up this huge romantic vision about her.

It should be just the reverse.

You should get to know someone
gradually, over time...

before the possibility of falling in love
even occurs to you.

Possibly not even then.

So the experience
has somewhat hardened you?

Yes. At least, it's a very bad idea to fall
for someone who doesn't for you.

Yes, but you can't know that you'll feel
exactly the same way all the time.

I mean, I suppose
there will be risk in any romance.

I suppose so.

Well, this is my building.

- Thanks very much for coming.
- Thank you.

You'll come again tomorrow?
It'll be as a group.

Yes.

Thanks, Mom.
I know how tight things have been.

- Things haven't been that tight.
- I'll pay you back next month.

Or in February.

- Has Dad called?
- He's never called here. You know that.

- I thought maybe his office had.
- No.

Thanks a lot.

- They're normally this long in the back?
- Yes, sir.

- Uh-huh.
- Like to try on the tuxedo?

Okay.

Here you go.

I think I'd prefer one
more like the one I rented.

- That is the one you rented.
- Oh.

I didn't realize it looked like this.
I guess it'll be all right.

Thank you.

You haven't seen this?
Detachable collar.

Not many people wear them anymore.
They look much better.

So many things which were better in the past
have been abandoned for supposed convenience.

- I had no idea anyone wore those anymore.
- It's a small thing, but symbolically important.

Our parents' generation was never
interested in keeping up standards.

They wanted to be happy, but the last way
to be happy is to make it your objective in life.

I wonder if our generation's
any better than our parents'.

Oh, it's far worse. Our generation's probably
the worst since the Protestant Reformation.

It's barbaric, but a barbarism even worse
than the old-fashioned, straightforward kind.

Now barbarism is cloaked with all sorts
of self-righteousness and moral superiority.

- Will you look at this?
- You're obviously talking about
a lot more than just detachable collars.

Yeah, I am.

[Nick] Because he's obviously
not an interesting guy.

Why is he so successful
with girls then?

Rick Von Sloneker is tall,
rich, good-looking...

stupid, dishonest, conceited...

a bully, liar, drunk and thief...

an egomaniac
and probably psychotic.

In short,
highly attractive to women.

You're completely unfair.
You don't know anything about Rick.

- In fact, he's quite shy.
- God!

He's a considerate and sensitive man.

The rest is just
a superficial game he plays, a fa? ade...

which you've obviously
been taken in by.

It's incredible, the eagerness of girls like you
to justify the worst bastards imaginable...

as being sensitive and shy.

But if any guy who really was shy
dared talk to you...

you wouldn't give him the time of day... -
your eyes would glaze over.

You're really hung up on Rick, aren't you?
He must really threaten you somehow.

You're right.
I do feel threatened...

that I may get a venereal disease
from one of the St. Tim's girls he's been with.

Did you learn that
from your lovemaking with Rick?

I hear it can get really rough.

- Hey!
- Don't do that again.

For me, it isn't erotic.

- What are you looking at?
- My father's apartment.

- Where?
- The fourth floor.

- Corner apartment.
- That's Kate Preston's building.

Have your parents been divorced long?

The actual divorce
was three years ago...

but they were separated
for a year before that.

- Do you see your father much?
- We have lunch when I'm in town.

- That's very little.
- No, actually we have a very good relationship.

Probably much better than most people
who see their father all the time.

It's just that my stepmother is a writer
and having us around makes her nervous.

I read that Lionel Trilling essay
you mentioned.

- You really like Trilling?
- Yes.

I think he's very strange.

He says that nobody could like
the heroine of Mansfield Park.

I like her.

Then he goes on and on about how we modern
people of today with our modern attitudes...

bitterly resent Mansfield Park
because its heroine is virtuous?

What's wrong with a novel
having a virtuous heroine?

His point is that the novel's premise... -

that there's something immoral in a group of
young people putting on a play... - is simply absurd.

You found Fanny Price unlikable?

She sounds pretty unbearable.
But I haven't read the book.

- What?
- You don't have to have read a book
to have an opinion on it.

I haven't read the Bible either.

What Jane Austen novels have you read?

None. I don't read novels.

I prefer good literary criticism.

That way, you get both the novelist's ideas
as well as the critic's thinking.

With fiction, I can never forget
that none of it ever really happened...

that it's all just made up
by the author.

One thing I like about him is
he doesn't say all the expected things.

He doesn't just agree with everything
everyone else is saying.

That's true. He disagrees
with everything everyone else says.

I'm not sure I prefer that.

He's quite good-looking though.
I think serious guys tend to be better-looking.

Ow!

The term "bourgeois" has almost always
been... - been one of contempt.

Yet it is precisely the... - the bourgeoisie
which is responsible for... -

well, for nearly everything good that has happened
in our civilization over the past four centuries.

You know the French film,
The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie?

When I first heard that title I thought...

"Finally, someone's gonna tell the truth
about the bourgeoisie."

What a disappointment.

It would be hard to imagine
a less fair or accurate portrait.

Well, of course.
Buñuel's a surrealist.

- Despising the bourgeoisie is part of their credo.
- [Nick] Where do they get off?

But the truth is,
the bourgeoisie does have a lot of charm.

Of course it does.

The surrealists
were just a lot of social climbers.

[Fred]
Is there any more wine?

- ♫ [Orchestra: Ballroom]
- I like the French.

- Really?
- At least those I met in Grenoble.

Actually, the only girl I ever knew who studied
in France stayed over there and got married.

So I guess she liked the French too.

I'm not sure I like them that much.

♫ [Ends]

- ♫ [Orchestra Resumes]
- S.P.S., we used to call him.

- Never mind.
- [Laughing]

- ♫ [Continues]
- Look.

♫ [Humming Along With Rhythm]

[Laughing, Chattering]

- I think I'll visit the powder room.
- What really goes on in there?

Oh, it's fabulous.

♫ [Continues, Faint]

You seem to be in an awfully
good mood tonight, Townsend.

- Of course, you're in your element here.
- Are you kidding?

You're part of it all... -
the whole Manhattan thing.

It's different for those of us
from the country.

- You're from Greenwich.
- North Greenwich.

- This is your world, not mine.
- Oh, come on.

You're part of that whole Sally Fowler crowd.
Doesn't get much more inside than that.

Not that I particularly care.
I don't believe in those things.

- Oh, hi, Serena.
- Hi. Hi, Tom.

- How's your brother?
- Fine.

Tom, I think we should talk.

I haven't been giving you the silent treatment.
I just haven't been talking to you.

Well, I felt it.

I love the St. Regis.

There's all sorts of
hidden nooks and crannies.

It's really charming.

Yes. They'll probably
knock it down soon.

It hardly explains why you just left me there
waiting for you to call...

without even a phone call
to explain why you didn't show up.

I'm sorry it was such a bad time for you, but I don't
see how that should make me feel any better.

You don't? Well, it always
makes me feel better.

Well, it makes me feel somewhat better,
but it still doesn't change anything.

It shows that it wasn't intentional.

To me,
that's an important distinction.

- ♫ [Continues, Faint]
- [Chattering, Laughing]

Things are definitely over with Rick.

With some relationships,
the breaking up is easier to understand...

than how you got involved
in the first place.

Do you think I'd have
any trouble getting a cab?

- You're going already?
- Yes. I'm exhausted.

My mother's doctor's been giving me these
vitamin shots. They've worn off or something.

♫ [Continues]

Oh, Fred, something's come up
and I've got to go out for a while.

Would you tell Audrey I should be back soon,
but if there's any problem I'll meet her at Sally's?

Should I not get back,
could you see that she gets there okay?

[Sighs]

- [Toilet Flushes]
- [Laughing]

Thought I was gonna puke.

[Vomiting]

[Spits]

I had hardly anything to drink.

It must have been something I ate... -
those Vienna sausages.

Actually, I was surprised to see you
at the dances this week.

You used to be so opposed
to that sort of thing.

I still am, basically.

I went to the first one almost accidentally
and that night just happened to fall in...

with an extraordinarily nice
group of people.

Otherwise I wouldn't have
gone to any more.

I'd hardly call Nick Smith nice.
He's a terrible snob.

He's basically a nice guy, I think.

His behavior toward Rick
has been vicious.

What did he do?

Tried to make a big stink about some girl.
Rick didn't want to talk about it.

Apparently it was awful.

Rick thinks Nick
could be really crazy.

[Audrey] I'm just worried
that something's happened to him.

I don't see how... - how anything
could happen to him in a hotel.

Maybe it was the same thing
that happened to Fred.

Tom hasn't had much experience
in places like these.

Maybe he went through one of
those fire doors that lock from the inside
and shut himself in the stairwell.

The fire stairs here aren't like that.
I've had to use them when people have
forgotten to invite me to their parties.

I've never had any trouble.

I just don't understand
where he could be.

Well, that... - that's interesting...

because actually there's very little
social snobbery in the United States.

I mean, it's considered unacceptable.

There's almost
a national taboo against it.

- It's looked down upon.
- That's good, isn't it?

No, I'm not talking about
what's good or bad.

I'm just making
a-a-an observation of fact.

Well, I think it is good.

I can't stand snobbery
or snobbish attitudes of any kind.

[Sally]
Could you see who's there?

- Sorry to be so late.
- [Audrey] Where were you?

- Didn't Fred tell you?
- [Charlie] Tell us what?

The only thing we heard from Fred was... -
[Imitates Vomiting]

- [Sally] Fred left ages ago.
- God, Audrey, I'm sorry.

- Why?
- I asked Fred to tell you if I didn't get back... -

Don't worry.
It's nothing.

- Well, where were you?
- I had to take Serena home.

She was feeling badly
and she was going to go home alone.

She's broken up with Rick.
It just took longer than I expected.

I asked Fred to tell you that if I didn't
make it back, I'd meet you here.

- [Charlie] We didn't get that message.
- We thought you'd gotten trapped
somewhere in the hotel.

- [Nick] Audrey was very concerned.
- I'm very sorry.

You sound very sorry.

l find it very hard to believe
that Serena broke up with Rick.

It was probably the other way around.

I'm worried about Audrey.
She seems to have taken this so hard.

I'm a bit surprised.

I had no idea
Fred was gonna get sick.

You know, where... -
where do you get off?

I mean, you're surprised?

You were Audrey's escort, yet you blithely
left her stranded in the middle of the dance.

And then you try to
shirk the whole thing off on Fred.

I was not trying to shirk
the whole thing off on Fred.

And I wasn't even Audrey's escort.
We were all there as a group.

- In any case, I'm very sorry there was a mix-up.
- There was no mix-up.

Well, it wasn't intentional.

When you're an egoist,
none of the harm you do is intentional.

You're going already?

- Yes. I'm really tired.
- Just a second. I'll get my coat.

No, that's okay.
Charlie said he'd take me.

- I'd like to.
- No, really.

Don't bother.

Listen, I'm really sorry
about what happened tonight.

- I thought I'd be back much more quickly.
- It's not important.

- Thank you very much.
- Oh, good night.

- You ready?
- Good night.

- Good night, Audrey.
- Feel better.

I never thought of myself
as a bastard, an egoist.

Listen, don't flatter yourself.

Charlie's standard of polite behavior
is so exaggerated.

At school he used to
individually answer all his junk mail.

I suppose he thought someone's feelings
would be hurt if he didn't.

I like him a lot, but don't try to
understand his thought processes.

The summer I met him... -
We were 10... -

he was trying to establish communications
with the seagulls of Easthampton.

It was utterly hopeless.
The Easthampton seagulls are complete morons.

We still spent several afternoons
approaching shore birds, saying...

"We come in friendship."

They could not have cared less... - much like
his efforts with girls in recent years.

Great. I'm hated
by the preppy St. Francis.

I wouldn't worry about it.

That's the building
where my father lives.

- Do you know Kate Preston? She lives there.
- No.

Will you look at this?

It's incredible,
the things some people throw away.

Steiff stuffed animals.
An Aurora model motoring set.

A Derringer.
Do you remember the Derringer craze?

These are the toys of our generation.

The childhood of our whole generation
is represented here...

and they're just throwing it out.

Maybe we should rescue
the electric car set.

Could really add
to these after-parties.

- Uh, I turn here.
- Oh. See you tonight.

Listen, don't take this thing
with Charlie too seriously.

No. See you tonight.

My feeling is that what happened last night
had no real significance.

It was just bad luck
that Fred got sick.

I can't believe
you're talking like this.

He totally humiliated you last night.

Whether I've been humiliated or not
is something I can judge for myself.

Besides, I don't think Tom's that way.

Well, I'm not sure
you can judge for yourself.

Be careful, Audrey.

- There's something dubious about Tom.
- What?

This whole thing about his being a radical
when he's obviously not...

and being over Serena
when he's obviously not.

Everyone has some contradictions.

Anybody with
as many conflicts as Tom...

even if he seems nice,
is better not to get involved with.

By those standards,
none of us should get involved with anyone.

Well, you're probably right,
but in this case certainly.

Tom is the only guy I've ever liked
in my whole life.

I'm not gonna forget about him
because of some apparent inconsistencies.

- You hardly even know him.
- I know him very well.

You couldn't.
You only just met him.

Well, I do.

I didn't know
you sent out Christmas cards.

Well, I haven't in years.

When we moved, do you know what happened
to my toys and things?

They were put in storage.

Do you think some of them
could have been sent to Dad's?

It's possible.
Why? Do you want them?

- You're a bit old for that sort of thing.
- No, I just had a feeling they went to Dad's.

- Well, why don't you call him then?
- I have. There's been no answer.

There's something about winter in the city
at night, with everyone dressed up...

that reminds me of War and Peace.

- Really?
- Do you know what I mean?

Yeah, I think so,
though I haven't read it.

[Quiet Chattering]

Well, I don't think "preppy"
is a very useful term.

I mean, it might be descriptive for
someone who is still in school or college...

but it's ridiculous to refer to a man in his 70s,
like Averell Harriman, as a preppy.

And none of the other terms people use... -
WASP, P.L.U., et cetera... - are of much use either.

And that's why
I prefer the term "U.H.B."

- What?
- U.H.B.

It's an acronym for
urban haute bourgeoisie.

Is our language so impoverished...

that we have to use acronyms or French phrases
to make ourselves understood?

- Yes.
- U.H.B.

The term is brilliant
and long overdue.

But it's a bit of a mouthful, isn't it... -
U.H. B?

Wouldn't it be better
just to pronounce it simply "UHB"?

Well, I didn't expect it
to gain immediate acceptance.

No, no, I think it's a useful term. The fact that
it sounds ridiculous could be part of its appeal.

[Cynthia]
You see the world from such lofty heights...

that everything below
is a bit comical to you, isn't it?

- Yes.
- You're so obnoxious.

I don't see how you can stand him.

You're always complaining about people
being frauds and phonies.

Well, this guy is
the phony of the decade...

yet you act like
he was your long-lost best friend.

Tom Townsend is hardly a phony... -
just mildly deluded. He's a perfectly nice guy.

That's just another aspect of his phoniness.
He's a complete phony.

And when he's not being a phony,
h-he's a bastard.

Oh, come on.

- You saw how he treated Audrey last night.
- Audrey seems to have forgotten it.

She has to act that way.
Otherwise, it would be even more humiliating.

But I don't have to pretend
that Tom Townsend's a nice guy.

You're really gaga about Audrey,
aren't you?

Well, if by "gaga"
you mean, "Do I like her?"...

yeah.

Well, why don't you
do something about it then...

instead of just going on and on
about what a bastard Tom Townsend is.

What am I supposed to do? Declare myself?
That would be an absolute disaster.

And don't think
I haven't thought about these things.

Yes, Rick and Serena broke up.

But this afternoon they both went down
to Washington for Holly Gilchrist's party.

It was Holly who was responsible
for getting them together in the first place.

- Oh, so she was responsible.
- [Tom] They went together?

[Cynthia] They went separately.
How they'll come back... -

I don't think that Rick is the sort of guy
who lets himself be dropped.

- Ha!
- What is that supposed to mean?

Ha!

Rick really threatens you somehow.

How does he threaten me?

Maybe by being
more of a man than you are.

- You stupid slut.
- [Sally] Oh, come on!

What has Rick done
that's so terrible?

He is terrible.

I shouldn't have to go into
all the sordid details.

Could you go into
a few sordid details?

I don't think there are any reasons,
except for maybe jealousy.

Rick makes him feel
terribly inadequate somehow.

Okay, I'll tell you
about Rick Von Sloneker.

Does the name Polly Perkins
mean anything to you?

Sounds familiar.

She grew up in Virginia.

A horse fanatic since childhood.

Went to one of those horsey girls schools... -
Garrison Forest, I think.

Sometime in her senior year
she started feeling depressed.

Now, partly it was finally
becoming disillusioned with horses.

But there were some
real psychological problems too.

That summer she got a job in Edgartown
and seemed completely recovered...

except for a couple of idiosyncrasies... -
she'd only dress in blue...

and she wouldn't eat hamburgers
unless they were completely well done.

Any hint of redness
and she'd send them back.

Out of loyalty to her boyfriend
in Virginia...

she'd only go on group dates,
never individual ones.

Von Sloneker met her when
he came to Edgartown for the regatta.

She showed
no interest in him at all initially...

which makes sense because
he's a completely uninteresting guy.

But for someone like Von Sloneker,
that's just inciting.

So he swung into action
with a full rigamarole...

about how desperately
in love he was with her...

how she was the first girl
that ever made him feel that way...

how it was their obligation
to themselves...

to do everything they could
to live life to the fullest.

Polly had, meanwhile, quit her summer job
and joined his boat for the rest of the cruise.

He now completely ignored her.

She, in turn,
became obsessed with him.

Polly was a bit of a masochist
and prone to drink too much.

Von Sloneker exploited this
to get her drunk...

and had her... -

Do you know what
"pulling a train" means?

I don't think so.

When Von Sloneker had gotten her
blind drunk one night...

he talked her into pulling a train... -

him, Victor Lemley,
the other crew member.

When she arrived at Wheaton for her first
semester, she was acting very strangely...

always wearing the same clothes...

never washing, except just putting on
more and more makeup and perfume.

She'd remain silent for hours...

and then talk obsessively
about Paul McCartney.

After two weeks,
she was sent to McLean's for treatment...

but was able to go home
to Virginia for Thanksgiving.

The day after Thanksgiving,
she went into their stables...

and killed herself.

I've heard about that girl,
and it wasn't Rick's fault.

She was just some girl who had a crush on him,
but whom he hardly knew.

She'd always had psychological problems
and was, in fact, a pathological liar.

It was very sad what happened,
but Rick had absolutely nothing to do with it.

[Nick]
I don't know.

She was carrying his photo
when she killed herself.

That doesn't mean anything.

- What an appalling story.
- Yep.

Not many people could know about it.

Von Sloneker could hardly
show his face around here.

- You really showed up Cynthia. Whew.
- Yeah.

That's what made it
worthwhile for me.

What do you mean?

- There is no Polly Perkins.
- What?

- There's no girl. I made it up.
- You're kidding!

I couldn't let Cynthia get away
with that nonsense about Von Sloneker.

And basically it's all true. I mean, Von Sloneker's
doing those kinds of things all the time.

Though Polly Perkins is,
essentially, a composite...

based on real people,
like New York magazine does.

- But Cynthia said she knew all about her.
- [Chuckles] Yeah. That was priceless.

I think it just shows that Von Sloneker's
doing those sorts of things.

But you really do have some factual basis
for saying all those things about him?

Of course, there's a factual basis.

[Bells Jingling]

♪ In keeping their sheep ♪

♪ On a cold winter's night ♪

♪ That was so deep ♫

[Audrey]
Excuse me.

By any chance, would you have any book
on the French social philosopher Fourier?

I can tell he's still
obsessed with Serena.

You're actually much better off not being
involved with a guy who's clearly so mixed-up.

There's not gonna be good news
for anyone for a long time.

[Woman Singing]
♪ Dry your eyes ♪

♪ There's no need to ♪

♪ Cry ♪

♪ I am so sorry, but ♪

♪ Bye-bye ♪

♪ So long ♪

♪ Mother's gotta go now ♪

♪ L a-la-la, la-la-la ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ I am so sorry to ♪

♪ See you cry ♪

♪ Wipe those tears from your... - ♫

- Hi, Audrey.
- Hi!

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

Oh, I was talking with Tom Townsend
the other night.

- He spoke very highly of you.
- Really?

Yes, he... - he said
you were very... well-read.

♫ [Organ]

♪ O come, all ye faithful ♪

♪Joyful and triumphant ♪

♪ O come ye ♪

♪ O come ye ♪

♪ To Bethlehem ♪

♪ Come and behold him ♪

♪ Born the king of angels ♫

♫ [TV: "Jingle Bells"]

♪ Let us adore him ♪

♪ O come, let us adore him ♪

♪ O come, let us adore him ♪

♪ Christ the Lord ♫

Um, Jane? Are you familiar
with Dr. Pomeroy's work?

Who?

Girls And Sex by Wardell B. Pomeroy.

"The long-needed modern guide
to the understanding of girls growing up."

Quote: "'The most frank and objective
book currently available.' Library Journal. "

Oh, that.

"The years of puberty and early womanhood
are difficult, even frightening, for many girls.

"This is the time they most need
objective, factual information...

and sympathetic advice about
their physical and emotional changes."

You know, we don't have enough for two tables.
There's only seven of us.

- That's impossible.
- Tom's not here yet.

Is he coming?

Sure. He is coming, isn't he?

- You didn't call him?
- I thought there were eight of us.
He would have been the ninth.

- You told me that he... -
- Well, just call him up.
I'm sure he isn't doing anything else.

Well, surely there's... - there's someone else
in New York who can play bridge...

other than Tom Townsend.

I mean, you know, seven can play.

What have you got against Tom?

just one thing... -
He's not... - not a good person.

- Oh, what nonsense.
- Oh, all right. Go ahead.

Call him if you want.
I don't care.

Actually, I don't think Tom approves of bridge,
but we should ask him anyway.

Well, have a seat.

Then just say you pass.

I pass.

I couldn't believe you were actually going to
play bridge. It's such a cliché of bourgeois life.

That's exactly why I play.
I don't enjoy it one bit.

I intended to go
and got as far as the door.

- What happened?
- My mother got upset.

She said that she couldn't face
being alone on Christmas Eve...

and that it was really important
that the family be together then.

My brother never comes home
at Christmas anymore.

So, anyway, I just stayed and had a traditional
Christmas with Channel 11 's traditional yule log.

Oh, yeah. I think I've seen that.

Noon on Christmas Day, every other year,
we go to my father's place.

I was a bit reluctant to go this year, actually,
because I hadn't been able to get in touch
with my father all week.

But my mother insisted.
It was a real nightmare.

First, the doorman at my father's building
wouldn't let me up.

I guess he didn't remember me there
from Christmas two years ago.

Then there was
some confusion and whispering...

and, finally, they gave me a piece of paper
with a Santa Fe, New Mexico address on it.

They told me he'd moved to Santa Fe.
I couldn't believe it.

They took me up to the apartment,
and except for some paper and litter...

and wire coat hangers lying around,
it was completely empty.

He hadn't told me
anything about moving.

It was quite a surprise.

That's awful.
There must be some explanation.

He must have written you or something,
and the letter got delayed.

I don't know.

And you had such a good relationship.

In retrospect, I wonder how good it was.
I hadn't seen him since last spring.

Maybe I was just kidding myself.

Oh, I've been reading Jane Austen.
Persuasion.

I like it. I was surprised.

The titled aristocracy
are the scum of the Earth.

What really makes me furious
is that you have a whole class of people... -

mostly Europeans... -
all looking down at me.

You always say "titled aristocrats."
What about untitled aristocrats?

I couldn't very well despise them,
could I?

That would be self-hatred,
which is unhealthy.

You're so conceited.

Well, saying that the titled aristocracy
are the scum of the Earth...

is... - well, is obviously
an exaggeration.

But... - But it's true that the forces
that oblige members of the U.H. B...

to at least appear to act
productively and responsibly...

carries little weight,
or none at all...

with members of society whose social positions
are secure no matter what they do.

So you had a trust fund?
The pieces are beginning to fall into place.

I don't have one anymore.

Well, that's less important.

I mean, so-so... - sociologically,
I mean, what's important is...

having grown up with the assumption
of material security.

It... - It explains a lot.

I call.

I had no cards.
Why did you call?

I felt like it.

Playing strip poker with an exhibitionist
somehow takes the challenge away.

His name is Frank Goodrich.
He handles some financial things for my father.

Actually, it's a tremendous relief,
not having that hanging over my head anymore.

Really?

There was a big load of guilt that went with it,
even though it wasn't that much money...

and I never really counted
on having it.

You're a tragic case. You've just been robbed,
and it's a great relief to you.

In part, regarding the money.

Regarding my relationship with my father,
of course I'm concerned.

He moves to another state
without telling me...

he doesn't write or call me
for over a month...

and basically has me disinherited.

- Obviously, our relationship
is not what I thought it was.
- Geez.

It's as if he were incredibly angry with me,
but I can't think of why.

- I don't know what it could be.
- You don't?

No.

One word... - "stepmother."

Well, I hope I can talk to them
and straighten things out.

I'm sure nothing you did or said
has anything to do with it...

and nothing you say or do
will change anything.

- That's awfully pessimistic.
- It's the way things are.

The most important thing
to realize about parents...

is that there's absolutely nothing
you can do about them.

[Chuckles]
You look terrific.

You like it?

- This is really decadent.
- This is nothing.

[No Audible Dialogue]

- Something's happened to Nick.
- It's my head.

- It's my head. It's my head.
- [Tom] What's happened?

There was this guy at school
Nick liked to imitate saying this.

He had taken mescaline, and he
went around doing this about his head.

- It's my head. It's my head.
- "It's my head."

- Nick took mescaline?
- No. I mean, it was the other guy, Voss.

- We did take mescaline.
- You what?

He shouldn't be reacting this way though.
I don't know what happened.

It was really mild.

Are you joking?

It's called Truth.

You stretch a Kleenex over the mouth
of a glass and place a dime on it.

We each take turns
burning a hole in it with a cigarette.

If the dime falls in on your turn,
you lose...

and you have to answer,
with absolute honesty...

whatever question you're asked,
no matter how embarrassing.

Yeah. The more embarrassing,
the better.

What are you reading?

The Story of Babar.

I forgot how beautiful it was.

Sometimes you can find out
the most amazing things.

It can really be incredible.

- I don't think we should play this.
- Why not?

There are good reasons why people
don't go around telling each other
their most intimate thoughts.

What do you have to hide?

No, I just know that games like this
can be really dangerous.

- Dangerous?
- I don't see what's dangerous about it.

You don't have to. Other people have.
That's how it became a convention.

People saw the harm
that excessive candor can do.

You admit that it's basically
just a social convention then.

What you say might be true among people
who don't know each other well...

but surely not with us.

- Then it's even worse.
- Okay. Let's discuss this.

Basically, what this game requires
is complete candor...

which means honesty, openness.

I don't see how that can be bad.

Well, it can.

Well, then don't play,
but don't wreck it for everyone else.

No, if we're going to play, we all should.
That's the whole point.

I think if one of us isn't going to play,
then none of us should.

- I mean, maybe Audrey's right.
- Come on. Let's not disagree.

You're really both saying
the same thing... -

Either we should all play
or none of us should.

Well, it's really all up to Audrey then.

- Well, this isn't fair. If Audrey doesn't... -
- No. Go ahead. I'll play.

- [Dime Clinks]
- [All Laughing]

- What now?
- You get to ask me the most
embarrassing question you can think of.

- I'm supposed to ask you the most
embarrassing question I can think of?
- Uh-huh.

What's the most embarrassing thing
that's ever happened to you?

[Cynthia]
No, something specific.

Like who was your most recent conquest?
Something like that.

- Who was your most recent conquest?
- You mean, who did I sleep with last?

- You don't have to answer that.
- No, it's okay. I'm not embarrassed.

I have nothing to hide.
It was Nick.

After all that
about what a slut she was.

But a very attractive slut.

So, you're just another hypocrite.

That's not hypocrisy. It's sin.

It was hardly that.

- Oh!
- [Laughing]

I have a question.

With absolute honesty and frankness...

list all the girls you're
interested in romantically...

in descending order of interest, and why,
including significant detail.

I thought that was pretty obvious.

I've had a crush on Serena,
with some ups and downs, for over two years.

Recently it seems to have developed
into something more serious.

But who else do you like romantically?

I don't think it works that way.

If you're really interested in one person,
you're not interested in anyone else.

I suppose it's possible,
but what's the point?

But if that doesn't work out,
there must be someone else.

If it doesn't work out this time,
I'll be off romance for a long time.

I suppose this is embarrassing,
but it's hardly a revelation.

I'm sorry I asked him that.
It was my fault.

I always think other people are foolish.
I'm the big fool.

It's better for her to know the truth. I don't see
how knowing the truth could do anyone any harm.

It's not just the truth.
It's how and when you learn it.

I don't accept that.

I mean, you... -
you were right about that game.

It's terrible.

You know, you may not realize it, Audrey,
but everyone li... - likes you a lot.

Thank you, but I find that
very hard to believe.

It's the truth.

And it's not just because
you're smart and good-looking and... -

and charming and have principles.

It's because they can see that... -
that you're a good person.

If you want to tease me,
this is not the best time.

I mean, maybe this isn't the best time,
but for some time now, I... -

Well, I like you very much.

I mean, I-I know that
you don't yet feel that way, but... -

No, please. Stop.

Doesn't Serena look awful here?
She's not exactly photogenic.

There's one of you and Tom.

There it is.

- Maybe Cynthia's right.
- That's impossible.

Her essential view is experience is good,
and she's set out to acquire it.

I've been just the opposite.
Everything's been in my imagination.

All the romance imaginary,
nothing real.

- She's a slut.
- That's what Nick says.

- He proved it.
- That's unfair.

I don't think so.

I'm catching the dawn train upstate
to East Aurora.

My father's place.

It's the first time
they've invited me in years.

I can't help wondering why my stepmother's
suddenly so willing to have me come.

If I should die while there, would you see
that there's a thorough investigation...

even if it looks like an accident
or natural causes?

- Would you promise me that?
- Yes.

Even if I do return alive, I don't think I'll be
attending any more dances after this one.

With everything that's going on, this is
probably the last deb season as we know it.

I don't want to just hang around,
watching the decline.

- Everyone's going tonight?
- No. Just me.

The International
is an inorganic debutante ball.

The others were natural outgrowths
of local UHB formations.

This was assembled
like a tourist attraction.

Each girl has two escorts... -

one, a cadet in uniform
from one of the service academies...

the other a civilian like myself.

And the whole thing's televised
on Channel 9.

- You're kidding.
- No.

I guess you could say
it's extremely vulgar.

I like it a lot.

And these Texas and Oklahoma debs
are really nice...

a real relief from
these hypercritical New York girls.

What's everyone else doing then?

I imagine they'll be glued
to the set.

[TV: Male Announcer]
From the state of Texas, Miss Sabina Johnston...

daughter of
Mr. and Mrs. Roderick Johnston.

- She's cute.
- But what about the dress?

Nick said he thought this would be
the last real deb season.

- How come?
- Because of everything going on.

- Like what?
- Well, everything.

The stock market, the economy,
c-contemporary social attitudes.

Is Audrey coming tonight?

She said she felt tired
and thought she'd stay at home.

She can watch Channel 9
equally well from there.

- [TV: Announcer]
From the state of Kentucky... -
- [Intercom Buzzes]

- I'll get it.
- [Jane] Thanks.

- ♫ [TV: Band]
- [Man] Miss McLean, Mr. Von Sloneker coming up.

Um, Cynthia's coming up
with-with Rick Von Sloneker.

- Oh, she mentioned they might come by.
- What would Nick say?

What Nick says or thinks
I couldn't care less.

- [Phone Rings]
- I'll get it.

See you. Hi! Hi!

This is Rick Von Sloneker
and Victor Lemley.

- Tom Townsend.
- I've heard a lot about you.

Of course you have.
So, who was talking about me?

- Nick Smith?
- Yes, actually.

That jerk. How could anyone
take him seriously?

- He's just a jerk.
- I think he feels incredibly threatened by you.

- What a clown.
- Is it true you're a baron?

As a matter of fact, it is.

I don't take that sort of thing
seriously though.

That was Audrey.
She is coming after all.

- Oh, Audrey Rouget?
- Uh-huh.

- She's getting pretty attractive.
- What are we watching?

Oh, the International.

In a little bit more than an hour,
the, uh, season will be over.

You really take that sort
of thing seriously? I can't.

[Tom] There are a lot of things
you don't take very seriously.

One could get the impression
you're not a very serious person.

Who is this guy, some Nick Smith impersonator?
I was already sick of the original.

Yeah, Tom, cut it out.
That's really gotten tiresome.

The things that Nick said
were completely untrue.

I'm sorry about last night.
I didn't mean what I said.

No. I mean, it was idiotic of me
to... approach you that way.

- I hadn't intended to.
- No, it wasn't idiotic.

Miss Sabina Johnston
of Tyler, Texas...

and Cadet Lieutenant George Frawley
of our armed services.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- I still have a feeling.
- It's his age.

I go away for a couple of hours,
and you have Von Sloneker up here?

- I can invite anyone I want.
- So you invited him.

I didn't, but even if I did,
it's none of your business.

How can you say that?
I mean, you know what kind of guy he is.

I don't. It's just what you say,
and you're completely untrustworthy.

- Not about something serious.
- Hey, Smith!

You're a liar. I've heard the crap
you've been telling about me.

- Ah, you have?
- Yeah, about some girl I supposedly mistreated.

A Polly Perkins? There isn't any Polly Perkins.
You know that.

Such a girl never even existed.

Go on. Tell 'em. You made it up.

[Jane]
Is this true?

Yes and no.

- Oh, God, Nick!
- You did make it up.

There is no one Polly Perkins.
There are many of them.

So you admit you lied!

Polly Perkins is a composite,
like New York magazine does.

Name one girl.

Girls that have been degraded by you
don't need the further humiliation...

of having their names bandied about
nonexclusive Park Avenue after-parties.

- You see? There isn't one.
- This looks really bad, Nick.

Cathy Livingstone. No more harm
can be done to her now.

I had nothing to do with that,
and, anyway, she was completely unstable.

Oh, that didn't stop you
from boozing her up and then talking her
into pulling a train for you and Lemley.

- That is not how it happened.
- Aw, what did happen, Ricky?

Anything that happened
between Cathy Livingstone and myself...

is entirely private
and entirely personal...

and had nothing to do with her suicide,
which was months afterwards.

She kept trying to call and talk to you,
but you wouldn't even see her!

I liked Cathy, but sometimes these things don't
work out, and a clean break is usually the best.

Oh, spare us this fake sensitivity.
Are her panties still in your collection?

Rick keeps a collection of panties
of the girls that he's seduced.

Oh, when they later kill themselves, do you
do anything special to memorialize them?

[Chuckles] I don't let anyone
say that kind of thing to my face.

Before you complained
that I said it behind your back.

Now it's that it's to your face.
Frankly, how can you tell which is which?

[Gasps]

He had that coming for a long time.

How dare he hit me!

He's the scoundrel.
I should have thrashed him.

Well, you missed your chance.

I would have if I hadn't been doing my damnedest
not to splatter blood all over the apartment.

I got back, he was gone.
Nobody did anything to help me.

I'm facing one of the worst guys
of modern times...

and all I get's this whining criticism... -

"Oh, this looks really bad, Nick."

Why should we believe you over Rick?

We know you're a hypocrite. We know
your Polly Perkins story was a fabrication.

A composite!

That you're totally impossible and out of control
with some sort of drug problem...

and a fixation on what you consider
Rick Von Sloneker's wickedness.

You're a snob, a sexist,
totally obnoxious and tiresome...

and, lately, you've gotten just weird.

- Why should we believe anything you say?
- I am not tiresome.

- [Chuckles]
- What's Rick to you anyway?

Your shy friend hits me in the face...

I'm about to go upstate to the domain of
a stepmother of untrammeled malevolence...

very possibly to be killed...

and I get this.

Well, who could blame her?

If not spattering blood was your objective,
you weren't terribly successful.

Well...

I'm going to Grand Central.

The people are friendlier.

I'll help you with your stuff.

Why don't we all go see Nick off?

Even within this group,
there are certain standards.

Apparently,
I failed to live up to them.

- Thanks for coming. Will you write?
- Yes.

- Good-bye. Thanks for coming.
- Good-bye, sir.

- Good-bye, Tom.
- Good luck.

I leave, counting on you and Charlie to maintain
the standards and ideals of the U.H.B.

I've obviously failed to.

You and Charlie are the only ones
who understand this kind of thing.

- What?
- Here.

Thank you.

- Oh. Also, you remember, in case I die... -
- Yes.

- All right. Good-bye.
- Bye.

- Bye.
- Good-bye.

Is the 21 Club very expensive?

[Mother]
I believe so.

That's priceless.

And then she told Miss Radford,
"They look awfully big for mice."

- She believed it?
- Oh, completely.

Oh, that's priceless.

You mentioned something about it
in one of your letters.

When I was going through
some stuff over Christmas,
I found a packet of your old letters.

- You saved my letters?
- Of course.

I save all the personal letters I get.
Don't you?

No.

You mean, you threw away
all the letters I wrote you?

I throw away nearly everything.

I don't want to go through the rest of my life
with the mail I got when I was 16.

I'm surprised.

Someone goes through the trouble
of writing you a real letter, I save it.

People don't write
many personal letters anymore.

People in boarding school do.

And what if someone who wrote you
becomes famous?

Those letters could be the only record
of what they were thinking at that time.
Crucial for their biographers.

Anybody who writes me who expects
to become famous should keep carbons.

It just seems to me
that it's a kind of trust.

If someone takes the trouble to write you
a substantial letter, you do not throw it out.

I didn't save your letters,
but I didn't throw them out.

I don't understand.
Is that a riddle?

There was a girl at school
who had some kind of a crush on you.

She came into my room when I was throwing
things out, so I gave her your letters.

Really?

I know it sounds queer.

- She kept them?
- Mmm. I'm sure.

How strange.
She must be really odd.

No, she's very nice.

In fact, you know her.

Audrey Rouget.

You mean, you think
you've gotten over Serena again.

Yes, but it's different this time.

Then I was still intensely involved with her,
though in a negative way. Full of bitterness.

I don't feel that way now.

- [Doorbell Buzzes]
- Charlie's on his way up.

Damn. There's something
I wanted to ask you.

Oh, yeah. What was that surprising thing
Serena told you?

Well, you probably already
knew about it, but I was surprised... -
about Audrey saving my letters.

- What letters?
- The ones I wrote Serena.

Audrey saved them?

God, how queer.

Well, it's not so queer really.

Serena was about to throw them out...

and Audrey apparently didn't think
people's letters should be destroyed that way.

The really odd thing was though,
while I was with Serena, who's really
nice and who's so good-looking... -

Yeah, Serena's basically a good person.

On the big night
I'd looked forward to for a week...

I started feeling this incredible loneliness
being with Serena...

and nostalgia for all those conversations
with Audrey before the big blowup.

That was before I knew anything
about the letters.

I think I preferred arguing with Audrey
than to agreeing with Serena or someone else.

I'd only had that calmly unemotional
perspective on my relationship
with Serena for a little while...

when I started getting this warm glow at
the prospect of seeing Audrey here again tonight.

Uh-oh.

It surprised me because I thought that if... -
if it didn't work out with Serena this time...

I'd put that sort of thing
on hold for a long time.

People shouldn't get married till their late 20s,
and that's a long way off.

- Well, your timing is really awful.
- What do you mean?

[Doorbell Rings]

Damn. I'll get it.
I want to continue this.

- Where's Jane?
- She's still in her room.

- What would you like to drink?
- So you're our host?

I don't know. What do people
who don't drink have?

Ginger ale? Ice water?
Ah, maybe a Coke with an aspirin.

You don't need to put on
pink eye shadow for us.

It's not for you.
I've got a date.

A date? What's that?
It sounds like something from the 1950s.

Yeah. Who's the fella?

None of you know him,
and I'd like to keep it that way.

What did you mean when you said that
about my timing being off?

Audrey's gone to Cynthia's
in Connecticut for the weekend...

and then on Wednesday
she flies back to France.

And besides that,
she thinks you're a total jerk.

- She hates you.
- She hates me?

Well, she despises you.
Actually, it's a bit my fault.

I asked for that Truth question
with a specific idea in mind...

of showing her
you hadn't gotten over Serena yet.

- A Mr. Andrews is downstairs for you.
- Say I'll be right down.

- We'll go down with you.
- No, you won't.

- We can all go out together.
- No. This is a date.

Well, it seems rude
not to go down and check him out.

Please don't. Feel free to stay here.
There's plenty of food and stuff.

But it's all right if we stay here
and wait for everyone else?

Sure, but what "everyone else"?

Well, the rest of the S.F.R.P.

You are the S.F.R.P. tonight.

Oh, could you be out by midnight?
Feel free to stay until then though. Bye!

- Bye.
- Bye.

Bye. Be out by midnight?
What's going on?

Jane brings this guy she hardly knows
back for some kind of assignation?

- We don't know that.
- Well... -

I'm really surprised at Jane.

Some guy asks her out,
and she abandons everything.

The rest of us can, well,
just go to heck.

The whole Rat Pack thing
seems to have disintegrated.

The Rat Pack is down to the rats.

This is really depressing.
Let's get out of here.

I guess it's understandable that she
would prefer to go out on a date...

which offers some romantic promise,
even if very slight, than stay with us.

Still, it's a bit disappointing.
I thought we were better friends than that.

I wonder whether
we're really friends for them at all.

We're just way stations
between dates.

I mean, for them, men are either dates,
potential dates or date substitutes.

l find that dehumanizing.

That might be the case
with Cynthia or Sally...

but Audrey, for instance,
is completely different.

She's someone who would keep up
her friendships no matter what.

And Audrey has a rare largeness of mind.
She's not obsessed with her love life.

She's good-looking, smart...

charming, principled.

It's an unusual combination.

[Tom]
What do you mean?

[Charlie] You've given her
nothing but grief all the past week.
- I think I'll be going now.

I have nothing to say,
and I'm completely boring without a drink.

It's only midnight.
You can't go.

I'm sorry, but without cocktails,
staying up all night loses its charm.

Besides, I haven't had anything amusing
to say since I stopped drinking.

Did you have anything amusing to say
before you stopped?

I know, but it seemed amusing.
Now it doesn't.

- Well, you were asleep.
- Was that it?

- Good night, Charlie. Ciao, Tommy.
- Ciao, Fred.

[Jukebox: Woman]
♪ I won't be loved, baby ♪

When I was in college, we'd go to dances
during Christmas vacations.

- Do they still go on?
- Yes.

- Pretty much reduced though.
- Yeah.

Ah, well, I wouldn't put
much stock in them.

You go to a party, you meet a group
of people, you like them, you think...

"These people are going to be my friends
for the rest of my life."

Then you never see them again.
I wonder where they go.

Do you think it's true, though,
that, generally speaking...

people from this sort of background
are doomed to failure?

Doomed?
That would, uh, be far easier.

No, we simply fail
without being doomed.

- But you feel that you have failed.
- Yeah.

You can still afford
to come to places like this though.

I'm not destitute.
I've got a good job that pays decently.

It's just that it's all so mediocre,
so unimpressive.

The acid test is whether you take any pleasure
in responding to the question...

"What do you do?"

I can't bear it.

You start out expecting something much more,
and some of your contemporaries achieve it.

You start reading about them in the papers
or seeing them on TV.

That's the danger
of midtown Manhattan... -

running across
far more successful contemporaries.

I try to avoid them whenever I can.

But when I can't,
they're always very friendly...

but inevitably they ask,
what am I doing, or think it.

I... - I find it hard to believe that many people
from our background are successful.

Aren't you confusing them with people
that you might have known from college...

who came from normal backgrounds?

It's not surprising that... -
that an energetic, self-confident achiever...

free of UHB illusions...

should be successful.

- UHB? What's UHB?
- UHB.

U.H.B. It's an acronym
for Urban Haute Bourgeoisie.

It's a more sociologically precise
alternative...

to "preppy" and other terms.

Well, you're partly right.

Some of the people whom I mentioned
were not from... UHB?

- That's right.
- UHB backgrounds, but some of them were.

You're going to have to accept
that people from our background...

are not doomed to failure.

I... - I wonder if they were typical UHBs.

There was... - There was probably
some factor which set them apart.

And, also, their... -
their career is not over.

I mean, the failure
could still be to come.

- He seems less pessimistic than you.
- I know. It doesn't ring true.

Look, there's a light on.

We can't go up to her place
unannounced after midnight.

- It all depends who's on the elevator.
- It's not a question of who's on the elevator.

I mean, you've known Sally
for, what, 10 days?

And you're barging in on her uninvited
in the middle of the night?

She said we should come up anytime
we saw the living room lights on,
which they clearly are.

- At least call first.
- What, and wake up her parents?

Well, you act as if her apartment
were our living room.

It is our living room.

[Tom]
Thanks, Ed.

- What are we doing here?
- It'll be all right.

- What are you doing here?
- You told us to come up
if we saw the lights on.

- I'm sorry to bother you.
- I was just about to go out.

- Oh.
- [Man] Who is it?

just some friends.

Well, come on in.

Allen, these are my friends,
Charlie and Tommy.

Allen is the record producer
who discovered The Hated Few.

- They're very good.
- Yes, they are.

And Sally will be very good.
She's got a wonderful voice.

I think we also have a friend in common... -
Rick Von Sloneker.

Yeah. You're a friend of Rick's?

Oh, sure. Rick's a great guy. Our houses
are next to each other in Southampton.

Wow, it's late.
Uh, we'd better get going.

I don't think there's time for drinks
after all.

Do you have any idea when everyone's getting back?
It's as if the whole S.F.R.P. had disintegrated.

We can't just keep getting together with the same
people every night for the rest of our lives.

I don't see why not.

It's inevitable that things
get more back to normal sometime.

- This wasn't normal?
- No.

I wish somebody
had told me that before.

Could you tell me, at least,
when Cynthia and Audrey are getting back?

I don't know. That's their affair.

- Your friend Cynthia's gone
to that house party at Rick's.
- [Tom] In Southampton?

- Uh-huh.
- I'm not sure if she was really going.

You guys are so tiresome.

That was really embarrassing.
Thank you for including me.

I can't believe it. God!

Maybe, underneath it all, he's a nice guy, but he
sure doesn't make a very good first impression.

- No, not about that.
What he said about Cynthia.
- Oh.

Look, if Audrey's supposed to be
visiting Cynthia in Connecticut...

and Cynthia's in Southampton
with Von Sloneker, what does that mean?

That Audrey and Cynthia
are in different states.

No. There's only one explanation.

Audrey has gone with Cynthia
to Von Sloneker's house party in Southampton.

You know, you're always
selling Audrey awfully short, aren't you?

I mean, I find that... - that
really despicable.

Could you stop calling me despicable?
I'm really worried about Audrey.

Jane says that since that Truth session,
she's been in a very strange mood...

and said some really odd things.

She told Jane she didn't feel
like a real woman.

- She said that?
- That's the way Cynthia talks.

Yeah.

I can't... - I can't really share
your concern.

I mean, Audrey wouldn't put herself
in the situation you describe.

She's got very, very clear views
on these things.

I mean, you know that... -
that she's a big admirer of Jane Austen.

- But she's turned her back on all that.
- Oh, I don't believe that.

She's probably at home,
asleep right now...

with her pink coverlet tucked up tight
and her stuffed animals looking down over her.

- Well, let's call her then.
- We can't.

- It's only a local call.
- We can't call her up now. It's nearly 3:00 a.m.

We'd... - We'd wake up her parents.

This is important to them too.
What if she's already at Von Sloneker's?

I'm sure he's not asleep.

Older people tend to get up really early.
I'll call the Rougets at 7:00.

If there's any risk of Audrey going out
to Von Sloneker's, I'll give you a call.

But... - But I don't expect to have to.

Could you call me either way?

At 7:00? Okay.

Thanks.
You're not such a bad fellow.

- I'll call you.
- Call me.

[Moans]

[Echoing]
I hate him.

- Audrey Rouget?
- Uh-huh.

- She's getting very attractive.
- She was the first girl that ever
made him feel that way.

She thinks you're a total jerk.
She hates you.

When you're an egoist,
none of the harm you do is intentional.

- Well, she despises you.
- Him. Victor Lemley, the other crew member.

- I want to be a real woman.
- You're the only girl who's ever
made me feel this way.

I had nothing to do with that,
and, anyway, she was completely unstable.

[Echoing]
I want to be a real woman.

[Phone Rings]

I called Audrey's parents
exactly at 7:00.

It turns out that they're
not... - not such early risers.

But they... - they thought that Audrey
was with Cynthia in Connecticut too.

So I called Cynthia's,
and her mother answered.

Apparently,
she was sleeping late also.

But she said that Cynthia
was visiting Audrey.

- Jesus!
- Well, Cynthia borrowed her mother's car.

And the last anyone has seen
of either of them...

was about 4:00 yesterday afternoon.

So they might have gotten
to Von Sloneker's already last night.

You were right.

But I am authorized
to use my mother's card.

I use it all the time.

- She wasn't very polite.
- No, she wasn't.

That should be plenty.

Yeah.

- I can't believe you don't have a license.
- Of course I don't. I live in Manhattan.

- I'm just really surprised, that's all.
- Oh, give me a break.

I don't go out to the Hamptons.
You could have gotten one easily.

- I'm no jock.
- God, what a disaster.

No, I'm... -
I'm gonna get a license soon.

This must be how
the... - the, um, failure starts... -

an incompetence in mastering
the common tasks of everyday life.

- Doesn't Fred have a license?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Bye.

He says he can't.
He's about to get fired as it is.

He was always saying
what a lousy job it was.

- Did you tell him how serious the situation is?
- Yes.

He's always complaining
about what a lousy job it is.

You know, it's possible that, to other people,
the situation might not seem so ominous...

as it does to you and me.

I- I mean, what can really happen?

Of course, you have been right up till now,
and Von Sloneker is a bad guy...

I mean, capable of anything.

It might sound melodramatic
to say that he's ruined girls.

I mean, what does that
really mean today?

But it's true. I mean,
he's done some unspeakable things.

And if Audrey's as upset and bitter as it seems,
well, then anything could happen.

We gotta get out there
as fast as possible.

While we sit here, flailing around, anything
could be happening out at Von Sloneker's.

If only Nick were here.
He'd know what to do.

Yeah, he's got all sorts
of licenses and credit cards.

What would Nick do?
How would he get out of this?

You've got a lot of cash on you now.

Yes. Lots.

Whenever I think we might be overreacting,
I remember Polly Perkins.

- Or Cathy Livingstone.
- I think I knew her.

What are you gonna do
when we get there?

I don't know.
It depends on what the situation is.

Yesterday I was thinking,
maybe Fourier was a crank...

his ideas completely unworkable.

I wouldn't want to live on a farm
with a lot of other people.

You know, Rick's a strange guy.
He's pretty violent.

He might not be
too pleased to see us.

I've thought of that.

Thanks a lot.
We shouldn't be long.

Well, take as long as you want.
I'm leaving.

Oh, no. Um, we need you to take us back.
That... - That was understood.

Think I'm gonna wait around
for you guys? You're crazy.

But I... - I don't know how
we're going to get back.

What's this shit?

- Oh, a gratuity is included.
- What's this shit?

[Taxi Driving Away]

I was sure th-that we agreed
on 120 as the full price.

[Tires Screeching]

- Hey, look at this.
- What is it?

- Looks like some girl's panties.
- Jesus. That bastard.

♫ [Rock: Muffled]

♫ [Rock: Loud]

What are you clowns doing here?

- What are you doing?
- This is my place.

- I can do whatever I want here.
- That's not true.

How dare you break in here?
Did they break that?

What are you doing here?
This is so embarrassing.

A little embarrassment
could do you some good.

And by the way, whose are these?

I haven't the slightest idea.
just get out of here, you twerps!

- They buy them new and scatter them around.
It's one of Rick's little delicacies.
- That's a lie.

Look, get out of here and take this flat-chested
goody-goody pain in the neck with you.

- [Whispers] Thank you.
- She is not a goody-goody.

Oh, oh, before you go... -

- [Grunts]
- Hey! Hey!

- Jesus! He's got a gun!
- What are you, crazy?

- I warn you, he's a Fourierist.
- It's only a joke, Rick.

It's a toy or an antique or something.

Well, then let the jerk
play his little game.

No, it's not that far.
It's, like, an hour.

Or... - Or maybe two, probably.

Did anything happen?

Of course not.

Then you were never really interested
in Von Sloneker at all.

[Chuckles]

Well, then why did you
come out here?

To get a suntan.

The whole thing with the Rat Pack
was getting claustrophobic.

And Cynthia insisted I come.
She's terribly impressed with Rick.

It's not something Jane Austen
would have done.

No.

I suppose Europe is over there.

No, that'd be more Brazil.
Europe would be more that way.

Are you really going back next week?

I guess so.

What can you study in France
that you can't study here?

French.

Actually, I was thinking of coming back
when the semester ends.

I was thinking of going over, though not
necessarily to Grenoble, but to France or Italy.

Though my resources are limited.

There are some awfully cheap
airfares these days.

It would seem a shame
not to take advantage of them.

That's the way I feel.

Do you really think
I'm flat-chested?

Well, I never thought about it.
Well, I shouldn't say that.

The thing is, you look really great,
and that's what's important.

You don't wanna overdo it.

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