Oh, nothing. Run along. I'll be dressed when you get back.
You're Uncle Willie's guest of honor. You mustn't be late.
That fiancé of yours roared out of here on two wheels.
Does he, by any chance, ever walk anywhere?
When he likes, I expect.
I have a feeling he'll take that ring tomorrow and go through center with it.
Seth, you idiot!
Very amusing, I'm sure.
Almost as amusing as the sight of you with your arm around Mother.
I find very unamusing...
the stupid, undignified spectacle we're making of ourselves...
for the benefit of those two newspaper people.
Whose fault is it?
That's not the point. They can publish anything they like about me...
but I insist that we inform Connor and the camera lady...
that we're all aware of their purpose here.
All right. I'll tell them myself.
It'd look better coming from me as the titular head of the family.
Of course, inasmuch as you've let us in for it in the first place!
Keep that note out of your voice. It's very unattractive.
Oh? How does your dancer friend talk, or does she purr?
- Tracy! - It's quite all right.
Sweet and low, I suppose. Dulcet. Very ladylike.
You've got nerve to come back here in your best head-of-the-family manner...
and make stands and strike attitudes and criticize my fiancé...
and give orders and mess things up generally.
- Stop it instantly! - I can't help it! It's sickening!
- As if he'd done nothing at all. - Which happens to be the truth.
Anyway, it's not your affair. If it concerns anyone...
Well, actually, I don't know who it concerns except your father.
That's very wise of you, Margaret.
What most wives fail to realize is that their husbands' philandering...
has nothing whatever to do with them.
Oh? Then what has it to do with?
A reluctance to grow old, I think.
I suppose the best mainstay a man can have as he gets along in years...
is a daughter.
The right kind of daughter.
How sweet.
No, I'm talking seriously about something I've thought over thoroughly.
I've had to.
A devoted young girl gives a man the illusion...
that youth is still his.
- Very important, I suppose. - Oh, very, very.
Because, without her, he might be inclined to go in search of his youth.
That's just as important to him as it is to any woman.
But with a girl of his own, full of warmth for him...
full of foolish, unquestioning, uncritical affection...
- None of which I've got. - None.
You have a good mind, a pretty face...
a disciplined body that does what you tell it.
You have everything it takes to make a lovely woman except the one essential.
An understanding heart.
Without that, you might as well be made of bronze.
That's an awful thing to say to anyone.
Yes, it is indeed.
So I'm to blame for Tina Mara, am I?
- To a certain extent, I expect you are. - You coward!
But better that than a prig or a perennial spinster...
however many marriages.
- Seth, that's too much. - I'm afraid it's not enough.
I'm afraid nothing is.
- What did you say I was? - Do you want me to repeat it?
A prig and a...
You mean you think I think I'm some kind of a goddess or something?
If your ego wants it that way, yes.
Also, you've been talking like a jealous woman.
What's the matter with everyone all at once, anyhow?
I've been asleep. What time is it?
- After 7:00. - Call my house.
Tell them I'm on my way. You'd better come along too.
You're the host tonight, you know? Uncle Willie.
That's all over. You're yourself again. So am I.
- You've told them? - I shall at the first opportunity.
My first party, and about time.
- Can I have a cocktail? - Certainly not!
- It's a dirty gyp. - That dress hikes up a little behind.
- No, it's me that does. - You look adorable, Dinah.
Oh, thanks, Tracy. Thanks ever so much.
Tracy, you must dress.
Let's all have a last drink. I'm sorry. I forgot. You never drink.
- Prigs don't. - What's that?
- Nor spinsters. - Again, please?
Nor goddesses of any variety.
Not completely. Just a borderline case.
Miss lmbrie and I have something on our minds.
Splendid. Just the place for it. What?
- We'd like to say something. - I'm all ears and eyes.
You're a vision of loveliness, Miss lmbrie.
Will you have a cocktail or champagne?
Oh, champagne. I've never had enough.
You will, tonight.
- I'd like to say... - I have something to say first.
- I am Seth Lord. - No!
- Then that makes you... - Available.
And you are Miss lmbrie of Spy magazine.
- Now you know. - I was going to tell you...
- As to the reasons... - Not now. We ought to be early.
And who'll go with me in my little car?
Dinah and I. Seth, will you take Miss lmbrie and Mr. O'Connor? Dinah?
I can tell there's something in the air, because I'm being taken away.
Well, I'll see you all later.
Don't do that. What's the matter?
Nothing.
Miss lmbrie?
You know, I felt exactly as though I'd been pinched.
Don't you think you weren't.
You aren't even dressed.
Um, you go ahead.
I'll, uh, follow along with George.
What's the matter with Tracy?
You tell me, will you?
Darned if I know. I'd like to.
Well, Macaulay, if you ever happen to find out...
I'll tell you. Sure.
And remember, Mike:
- "With the rich and mighty"... - "Always a little patience"?
Do you know what time it is?
It's after 4:00.
In China it's later than that.
In China we'd be married by now.
Or perhaps it's only yesterday.
I'm going home after this dance.
There was a Chinese poet who was drowned...
while trying to kiss the moon in the river.
- He was drunk. - I'd say as much.
But he wrote beautiful poetry.
Macaulay Connor of South Bend reporting for duty.
I'm sorry, we're going home after this dance.
You can't do that to me, not a friend of old Junius.
- I mean, not an old friend of Junius. - I wish old Junius were here.
Tracy, I'll get your wraps.
He'll wrap me up.
- Hello, you. - Hello.
- You look fine. - I feel fine.
Good, good.
Oh, wait a minute. What was I saying?
Oh. Let's have another drink, or would Kittredge spank?
- That's not what you were saying. - It isn't? All right.
Not what I was saying.
Oh, oh, I know.
Why do you wish your brother was here? Does he like Kittredge?
- Everybody likes Kittredge. - Everybody likes Kittredge.
Everybody except C.K. Dexter Haven, huh?
- Come on. We'll have some wine. - Some wine.
Mother, I thought you'd gone home ages ago.
I should have, but I've been having such a good time.
- Everybody should have a good time. - Darling, what's come over you?
Oh, it's just that a lot of things...
I always thought were terribly important...
I find now are... and the other way around and...
Oh, what the dickens.
Connor, you're thirsty, and the night is young.
- Here we are, dear. - We're going to have one more drink...
- Not you, I'm afraid. - Why should you be afraid?
- You know wine never affects me. - Look here...
What she really wants, George, is another dance with you.
- Oh, very well. - Lf it's that much of a chore...
- Not for me! - You've already been too attentive!
George, please.
What will the neighbors think?
- The course of true love. - Gathers no moss.
Boy, champagne.
Just the bottle. I'm going on a picnic.
- You're leaving us, Jock? - Rather, but I'll be back.
Come on, darling, champagne!
And again and again and again!
Follow that cab!
- What cab, sir? - No cab.
Some joke, huh? Take me to the C.K. Dexter Haven mansion.
- Mr. Haven? - Front entrance.
C.K. Dexter Haven!
This is where Cinderella gets off.
You hurry back to the ball before you turn into a pumpkin and six white mice.
Good-bye. C.K. Dexter Haven.
- What's up? - You are.
I hope it's worth it. Come on in.
I bring you greetings.
Cinderella's slipper. It's called champagne.
Champagne is a great "levelerer." Leveler.
- It makes you my equal. - I wouldn't quite say that.
Well, almost my equal.
C.K. Dexter Haven, I would like to talk to you.
Let's go in the talking room.
- Don't tell me the party's over so soon. - No, no.
- I just felt like talking to you. - Well, that's nice.
I wonder if I might borrow a drink.
Certainly. Coals to Newcastle.
Here, sit down.
Excuse me.
What's this?
- Is it my book? - Yes.
C.K. Dexter Haven, you have unsuspected depth.
- Thanks, old chap. - But have you read it?
I was trying to stop drinking. I read anything.
- And did you stop drinking? - Yes. Your book didn't do it, though.
Are you still in love with her?
Or perhaps you'd consider that a very personal question.
- Not at all. - Liz thinks you are!
Liz thinks you are.
But of course, women like to romanti... romanticize about things.
- Yes, they do, don't they? - Yes, they do, don't they?
I can't understand how you could've been married to her...
and still know so little about her.
- Can't you? - No, I can't you.
I have the hiccups. I wonder if I might have another drink?
- Certainly. - Thank you.
You know, Tracy's no ordinary woman...
and you said some things to her this afternoon I resented.
- I apologize, Mr. Connor. - That's quite all right.
But when a girl is like Tracy, she's one in a million. She's...
She's sort of like a... She's sort of like a...
- A goddess? - No, no, no!
You said that word this afternoon. No.
She's sort of like a queen...
a radiant, glorious queen...
and you can't treat her like other women.
No, I suppose not. But then, I imagine Kittredge appreciates all that.
Kittredge! Kittredge appreciates Kittredge!
Ah, that fake "man of the people." He isn't even smart.
He's a five-cent edition of Sidney Kidd.
Well, I always thought Kidd himself was the five-cent kid.
And what's that make you worth, C.K. Dexter Haven...
bringing us down here?
But you know why I did that. To get even with my ex-bride.
Doggone it, C.K. Dexter Haven...
either I'm gonna sock you or you're gonna sock me!
Shall we toss a coin?
Kidd's just using you like he uses everybody else.
You don't know Kidd like I know him.
The guy's colossal. He's terrific. He's got everybody fooled.
Yes.
"No mean Machiavelli is smiling, cynical Sidney Kidd.
"The world's his oyster with an 'R' in every month."
That's not bad. When did I say that?
You didn't. I did. Sorry.
I suppose you never heard about Kidd's arrangement in Kansas City?
- No. - In San Francisco?
Let me tell you about the time he went to Boston...
to be awarded the Sarah Langley Medal for World Peace.
The true story on that little jaunt would ruin him.
Look, Connor. What would happen to you if I used this stuff?
- Why? - I might want to, very much.
Kidd is holding a dirty piece on Tracy's father.
- This might stop him. - On Tracy's father?
That's right.
Oh, so that's how Kidd got you to...
That's how Liz and I were gotten in. Blackmail, huh?
We all rode into this thing on a filthy blackmail.
Look, you use it. Use it with my blessings.
I'm through anyway. I'm not gonna hand in a story on this wedding.
- I'm gonna write one on Kidd. - No, let me do it.
I don't have to tell him where I got my facts. Okay?
- Okay. - All right, come on.
Now shoot.
Peace medal. Boston.
Oh, oh. The time: May, 1938.
The place: Boston, in a hotel.
Kidd had just arrived.
And this same Sidney Kidd, ladies and gentlemen of America...
this protector of American democracy and homes and firesides...
was at that very moment entertaining...
the South Carolina Mata Hari on his yacht.
Don't interrupt me!
This Sidney Kidd, ladies and gentlemen...
who demanded the respect...
of all who were connected with him...
- We've come for the body of Macaulay. - I'm glad you came.
- Can you use a typewriter? - No, thanks. I have one at home.
Who's that?
Here was Sidney Kidd, ladies and gentlemen...
Sidney Kidd the good, Sidney Kidd the noble...
Where's Kittredge?
- The people's choice? - Yeah.
His bride just dropped him at the gatehouse after a slight explosion.
A fight?
Fifteen rounds, no decision.
Where's my wandering parakeet?
You look beautiful, Red.
Come on in.
Why?
No particular reason. A drink, maybe?
I don't drink.
That's right. I forgot.
I haven't.
Show Liz to a typewriter and stand back.
- Can she do it? - She can and she will.
- Dictate to her and then bring her home. - Aren't you coming, Liz?
It seems I've got to commit suicide first.
- Going my way, Miss? - Miss Goddess to you.
Okay, Miss Goddess to me.
Champagne's funny stuff. I'm used to whiskey.
Whiskey's a slap on the back, and champagne's...
heavy mist before my eyes.
Do you hear a telephone ringing?
I did a little while ago. Let's see.
No, not yet.
Now I do, far away.
It's my bedroom telephone.
It couldn't be anyone but George.
I was sort of swinish to him.
Perhaps I'd better go and see what...
It isn't ringing anymore.
I tell you what.
Let's have a quick swim to brighten us up.
Dexter and I always swam after parties.
Let's dip into this instead, huh?
- Hello, you. - Hello.
- You look fine. - I feel fine.
Did you enjoy the party?
Sure. Sure.
The prettiest sight in this fine, pretty world...
is the privileged class enjoying its privileges.
- You're a snob, Connor. - No doubt. No doubt.
"Awash with champagne...
"was Will Q. Tracy's pleasure dome...
"on the nuptial eve of Tracy Samantha... Tracy..."
You can't marry that guy.
George? I'm going to.
- Why not? - I don't know.
I thought I'd be for it at first, but you don't seem to match up.
Then the fault's with me.
Maybe so. But all the same, you can't do it.
Come around about noon tomorrow.
I mean today.
- Snob. - What do you mean, "snob"?
You're the worst kind there is, an intellectual snob.
You made up your mind awfully young, it seems to me.
Thirty's about time to make up your mind.
And I'm nothing of the sort. Not Mr. Connor.
The time to make up your mind about people...
is never.
Yes, you are, and a complete one.
- You're quite a girl, aren't you? - You think?
- Yeah, I know. - I don't think I'm exceptional.
- You are, though. - I know any number like me.
You oughta get around more.
What, in the upper class?
No, no. No, thank you.
You're just a mass of prejudices, aren't you?
You're so much thought and so little feeling, Professor.
- I am, am I? - Yes, you am, are you.
Your intolerance infuriates me!
I should think that, of all people, a writer would need tolerance.
That fact is you'll never, you can't be...
a first-rate writer or a first-rate human being...
until you've learned to have some small regard for human fra...
Aren't the geraniums pretty, Professor?
Is it not a handsome day...
that begins, Professor?
- Lay off that "Professor." - Yes, Professor.
You've got all the arrogance of your class, all right.
How... what have classes to do with it?
What do they matter except for the people in them?
George comes from the so-called lower class; Dexter from the upper. Well?
Mac, the night watchman, is a prince among men; Uncle Willie is a pincher.
Upper and lower, my eye. I'll take the lower, thanks.
If you can't get a drawing room.
- What do you mean by that? - My mistake.
- You're insulting! - I'm sorry.
- Oh, don't apologize! - Who's apologizing?
I never knew such a man.
You wouldn't be likely to, not from where you sit.
Talk about arrogance.
- Tracy. - What do you want?
You're wonderful.
There's a magnificence in you, Tracy.
Now I'm getting self-conscious.
It's funny, l...
Yeah?
I don't know. Go up, I guess. It's late.
A magnificence that comes out of your eyes and your voice...
in the way you stand there, in the way you walk.
You're lit from within, Tracy.
You've got fires banked down in you...
hearth fires and holocausts!
I don't seem to you made of bronze?
No. You're made out of flesh and blood.
That's the blank, unholy surprise of it.
You're the golden girl, Tracy...
full of life and warmth and delight.
What goes on? You got tears in your eyes.
Shut up. Shut up.
Oh, Mike, keep talking. Keep talking.
Talk, will you?
No, no, I've...
I've stopped.
Why?
Has your mind taken hold again, dear Professor?
Well, it's a good thing, don't you agree?
No, Professor.
Lay off that "Professor" stuff! Do you hear me?
Yes, Professor.
- That's all I am to you? - Of course, Professor.
- Are you sure? - Why, yes, of course...
Golly.
- Golly Moses! - Tracy.
- Mr. Connor... - Let me tell you something.
- I've got the shakes. - It can't be anything like love, can it?
No, no, it mustn't be. It can't.
- Would it be inconvenient? - Terribly.
Anyway, I know it isn't.
- Mike, we're out of our minds. - Right into our hearts.
- That ought to have music. - It does, doesn't it?
It's as if my insteps were melting away.
- Have I got feet of clay? - Tracy.
It's not far to the pool. It's in the birch grove.
- It'll be lovely now. - Tracy, you're tremendous.
Put me in your pocket, Mike.
I can't imagine what makes me so sleepy.
- It couldn't be the company. - It's you, Mr. Dexter.
- Hello, Mac. - I heard you were about.
- Any prowlers around? - No prowlers.
- Can Miss lmbrie get in this way? - Lf she can't, you can go in the back.
Good.
- Thanks, Mac. Good night. - Good night, sir.
Well, home after a hard day's blackmailing.
When are you going to telephone Kidd?
In time to get him here for the wedding.
Why?
A sort of wedding present, if it works.
If it works.
I could still tear it up.
No. Mike's only chance to ever become a really fine writer is to get fired.
You're a good number, Liz.
Oh, I just photograph well.
I'm certainly out of focus now.
Why don't you take a swim?
- A swim? - Sure.
Tracy and I always took a swim after a party.
- Did you? - Mm-hmm.
Bet it was fun.
I'll have to try it with Mike sometime.
Liz, why don't you marry him?
- You really want to know? - Mm-hmm.
He's still got a lot to learn.
I don't want to get in his way for a while.
It's risky though, Liz.
Suppose another girl came along in the meantime?
I'd scratch her eyes out, I guess.
That is, unless she was going to marry somebody else the next day.
- Hello, Kittredge. - What are you doing here?
I'm a friend of the family's. Dropped in for a chat.
Don't try to be funny. I asked you a question.
I could ask you the same question.
I telephoned Tracy, and her phone didn't answer.
I was worried, so I walked over.
- I was worried too. - About what?
What do you think of this fellow Connor, or do you?
If you're trying to insinuate...
My dear chap, I wouldn't insinuate anything, only...
Kittredge, I'd advise you to go to bed.
I don't want your advice. I'm staying right here.
You're making a mistake. Somehow I don't think you'll understand.
- Maybe you'd better leave that to... - Dreams really do come true
Someday I'll wish upon a star
- What's that? - It's Mac, the night watchman.
Always singing. I'll walk you around the house.
Something's going on here, and I'm staying.
And so are you.
All right, then. Take the works.
Only heaven help you.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby
And the dreams
That I dare to dre...
- Uh-oh. - Don't stop, Mikey.
Keep crooning.
Someday over the rainbow
Way up high
- What is this, Connor? - Easy, old man. She's not hurt?
- No, no. - Not wounded, sire, but dead.
Seems the minute she hit the water, the wine hit her.
- Look here, Connor. - A likely story!
- What'd you say? - A likely story!
- Lf you think that... - You'll be down directly?
- Yes, if you want! - I want.
Hello, Dexter.
Hello, George.
Hello, Mike.
Second door to the right, top of the stairs. Don't wake Dinah.
My feet are made of clay. Did you know?
Good night, little man.
How are the mighty fallen.
If I know Tracy, and I know her well...
she'll remember little of this.
For the second time in her life, she'll draw quite a tidy blank.
- You don't believe it, then? - Believe what?
Well, the implications of what you saw, let us say.
- What else am I to believe? - That's entirely up to you.
I got eyes, I got imagination, haven't I?
I don't know. Have you?
Oh, so you pretend not to believe it.
Yes, I pretend not to.
- Then you don't know women. - That's possible.
- And you're a fool. - That's quite possible.
- You won't be too hard on her? - I'll make up my own mind what I'll be!
We're all only human, you know.
You! All of you with your sophisticated ideas!
Ain't it awful?
Why, you low...
What right have you...
A husband's. 'Til tomorrow, Kittredge.
Hey, fella.
How do you feel?
- Lf you think l... - I know.
I'm sorry. I thought I'd better hit you before he did.
He's in better shape than I am.
Well, you'll do.
Hello, Mr. Dexter. Anything wrong?
Not a thing, Mac. Just as quiet as a church.
Who is it?
Doggone. I thought it might've been Mr. Kittredge.
We can't have everything, Mac.
Good night.
- Mr. Tracy... - Good grief, man.
Don't scream at me at the top of your voice like that.
Miss Dinah is waiting for you, sir.
Miss Dinah waiting for me? Where and why?
Just outside the door, sir. I don't know why.
This is one of those days which the pages of history teach us...
are best spent lying in bed.
Uncle Willie!
Uncle Willie, where are you going?
Back to bed, unless you give me your oath...
you will speak in a civilized tone of voice.
I'll be quiet, Uncle Willie. It's so important that I see you.
Must we ride in that thing? Wouldn't we be more comfortable on pogo sticks?
I had to be alone with you, and this is very intimate.
- What's the matter? - Oh, nothing much.
My head just fell off, that's all.
What is all this gibberish about Mr. Connor?
What makes you suspect what and since when?
Last night, and well into the morning.
Uncle Willie, isn't my duty to tell George?
He might want to marry her anyway.
But she can't. If she marries anyone, it's got to be Mr. Connor.
Why, Dinah. What makes you think she should?
Apparently the little cherub has heard or seen something.
That's Dexter's own Dinah.
You have a certain amount of cheek walking in here on this of all mornings.
- Do I? - Yes.
What's all this about Mr. Connor, Dinah?
Did the party last night give you bad dreams?
- It wasn't any dream. - I wouldn't be too sure.
It's hard to tell once you've gone to sleep, isn't it?
Is it?
What-ho, the bride.
Hello.
Um, isn't it a fine day, though.
Is everybody fine?
That's fine.
My, I'm hearty.
How do you feel otherwise?
I don't know what's the matter with me.
I must have had too much sun yesterday.
- My eyes don't open properly. - Really?
Ugh! Please go home, Dext.
Not until we've got those eyes open.
Uncle Willie. Good morning.
That remains to be seen.
Aren't you here early, Uncle Willie?
It's nearly half past twelve.
It can't be. Where's Mother?
She's talking with the orchestra. Father with the minister.
And Mr. Connor, he hasn't come down yet.
And it's Saturday, your wedding day, remember?
Thanks loads. It's nice to have things account...
Only I wonder what this might be.
- That looks like a wristwatch. - But whose?
I found it in my room. I nearly stepped on it.
Also, I think I was robbed at your house last night, Uncle Willie.
My bracelet and engagement rings are missing...
- Here you are. - But you weren't at the party.
- Wasn't I? - Were you?
Don't tell me you don't remember.
I do, now, sort of.
But there were such a lot of people. I stayed so late.
You should have taken a quick swim when you got home.
A swim?
A swim!
There! Now they're open.
That was just the beginning, and it was no dream.
Do you suppose, speaking of eye-openers...
That's the first sane remark I've heard today. Come along.
I know a formula that can pop pennies off the eyelids of dead Irishmen.
Dinah, if the conversation should lag...
you might tell Tracy about your dream.
- What did he say? - Oh, nothing.
Tray, I hate you to get married and go away.
I'll miss you, darling. I'll miss all of you.
You know, I did have the funniest dream about you last night.
Did you? Do you like my dress, Dinah?
- Yes, ever so much. - Feels awfully heavy.
It was all certainly pretty rooty-tooty.
- What was? - My dream.
I dreamed I got up and went over to the window.
Guess what I dreamed I saw coming over out of the woods.
I haven't the faintest idea. A skunk?
Well, sort of. It was Mr. Connor.
Mr. Connor?
Yes, with his arms full of something, and guess what it turned out to be.
- What? - You, and some clothes.
Wasn't it funny? It was sort of like as if you were coming from the pool.
The pool?
I'm going crazy. I'm standing here, solidly, on my own two hands...
and going crazy.
- Then what? - After a while, I opened my door...
and there he was in the hall, still coming along with you...
puffing like a steam engine.
His wind can't be very good.
Then what?
- You were sort of crooning. - I never crooned in my life.
I'm only saying what it sounded like.
And then he...
Guess what.
I couldn't possibly.
He sailed right into your room with you, and that scared me...
so I got up and went to your door...
and peeked in to make sure you were all right.
And guess what.
- What? - You were. He was gone by then.
Gone?
Of course he was gone. He was never there.
I know, Tracy.
- I should certainly hope you did. - I'm certainly glad I do.
Because if I didn't, and in a little while I heard the minister say...
"If anyone knows any just cause or reason why these two...
"should not be united in holy matrimony..."
I just wouldn't know what to do.
- Dexter says it's a dream too. - You told Dexter all that?
Not a word. Not a single word.
You know how quick he is.
You little fiend. How can you stand there...
Dinah, your mother wants to have a look at you.
I look wonderful. I smell good too.
- Father? - Yes, Tracy.
I'm glad you came back.
I'm glad you're here.
Thank you, child.
I'm sorry I'm... truly sorry I'm a disappointment to you.
I never said that, daughter.
I never will.
- Good morning. - Oh. Hello.
I'm testing the air.
I like it, but it doesn't like me.
Hello, Dinah.
How do you do?
Did you have a good sleep?
Wonderful. Wonderful. And you?
Marvelous. Have you ever seen a handsomer day?
Never, never. What'd it set you back?
I got it for nothing for being a good girl.
Good. Good.
Don't worry, I'm going.
Why should you?
I guess you must have things you wish to discuss.
Only remember, it's getting late.
She's always trying to make situations.
- What's the matter with your chin? - Chin?
Oh. Does it show that much?
A little. What happened?
I guess I stuck it out too far.
Into a door in the dark?
Yes, that's it. What about you? You all right?
- Me? - Yeah.
Of course. Why shouldn't I be?
That was a flock of wine we got away with.
I guess we're lucky both to have such good heads.
Yeah, yeah, I guess that's it.
Well, anyway, I...
I had a simply wonderful evening. I hope you enjoyed it too.
I enjoyed the last part of it.
Really?
Why especially the last?
Tracy, are you asking me?
- Oh, you mean the swim. - Yeah.
We did swim...
and so forth, didn't we?
- Mike. - Oh, Tracy, darling.
- What can I say to you? - Not anything.
Don't say anything and especially not "darling."
- You're going through with it? - Through with what?
The wedding.
Why shouldn't I?
Well, I made a funny discovery.
In spite of the fact that somebody's up from the bottom...
he can still be quite a heel...
and even though somebody else is born to the purple, he...
he can still be a very nice guy.
I'm just repeating what you said last night.
I said a lot of things last night, it seems.
Okay. No dice.
Also no regrets about last night, huh?
Why should I have?
Tracy, you're wonderful.
I'm asking you. Tell me straight out. Tell me the reason why I should have.
No, don't.
Just tell me, what time is it?
What? Oh.
What happened to my wristwatch?
Why, is it broken?
I must've lost it someplace.
I can't tell you how extremely sorry I am to hear that.
There. On the table.
I wonder who found it. I'd offer a reward or something.
I don't think that any reward will be expected.
Funny that it'd pop up here.
Hey, what about an eye-opener?
My eyes are opened. Go and get one if you want to, though.
Yeah, I think I will. Excuse me.
Yes, yes.
Just give Mr. Kittredge a message.
Tell him he'd better start immediately. Thank you.
- Are you one of the musicians? - Uh, no.
Of course, you're Junius's friend.
Only you're not. You don't have any violin strings, do you?
- Aspirin. Will that do? - I don't think so.
It's for a violin. Oh, well, don't bother.
- Hello, Connor. How are you? - Just about as you'd think.
You seen Kidd?
I left a copy of it at my house for him.
- And? - I'll tangle with him after the wedding.
- Is that an alcoholic beverage? - Yes. Why?
- For me? - No, for Tracy. You want one?
I'd sell my grandmother for a drink. You know how I love my grandmother.
Uncle Willie's in the pantry doing weird and wonderful things.
Tell him I said one of the same.
Mind if I make it two?
That's between you and your grandmother.
Doctor's orders, Red.
What is it?
Just the juice of a few flowers.
It's a type of stinger. Removes the sting.
- Oh, Dext, don't say that. - Why not, Red?
Nothing will. Nothing ever can.
I've done the most terrible thing to you.
To me?
I doubt that very much, dear.
You don't know.
Maybe I shouldn't, huh?
But you must. You've got to. I couldn't stand it if you didn't.
Dexter, what am I going to do?
But why to me, darling? Why ask me?
Why do I come into it anymore?
Aren't you confusing me with a fellow named Kittredge or something?
George!
George. Splendid chap, George. Very high morals.
Very broad shoulders.
I've got to tell him.
- Tell him what, darling? - I've got to tell him.
If you've got to tell him, you've got to tell him.
If he's got any brains, he'll have realized what a fool he made of himself.
Hello, George? This is... yeah.
I don't care whether it's bad luck or not...
but I've got to see you before the wedding.
What? No, I didn't get it.
Right. Come on the run.
- He sent a note over at ten. - Good.
I told you he'd come to his senses.
- Was he here too? - Sure.
Good golly. Why didn't you sell tickets?
Say something, Dext.
Say anything.
- No, you do. - Oh, Dext!
I'm such an unholy mess of a girl.
That's no good. That's not even conversation.
But never in my life...
not if I live to be a hundred...
will I ever forget how you tried to stand me on my feet again today.
Oh, you, you're in great shape.
Tell me, what did you think of my wedding present?
I like my presents at least acknowledged, you know.
It was beautiful.
And sweet, Dext.
Yes. She was quite a boat, the True Love, wasn't she?
Was and is.
My, she was yare!
She was yare, all right.
I wasn't, was I?
Not very.
You were good at the bright work, though.
I made her shine.
Where is she now?
I'm gonna sell her to Rufe Watriss.
You're going to sell the True Love for money?
- Sure. - To that fat old rum pot?
Oh, well, what does it matter?
When you're through with a boat, you're through.
Besides, it was only comfortable for two people.
Unless you want her.
No. No, I don't want her.
I'm designing another one anyway...
along more practical lines.
What will you call her?
I thought the True Love II. What do you think?
If you call any boat that, I promise I'll blow you and it out of the water.
I'll tell you what you can call her.
- What? - In fond remembrance of me...
the Easy Virtue.
Shut up, Red. I can't have you thinking things like that about yourself.
What am I supposed to think when l... I don't know.
I don't know anything anymore.
That sounds very hopeful, Red.
That sounds just fine.
We're almost ready. Stand up, dear.
Turn around. Oh, yes, it's lovely.
I'm glad we decided against... Dexter, you shouldn't be here...
against the blue one.
No games, Dexter. George will be right over.
I just telephoned. Here's a note he sent you this morning.
Oh, dear, doesn't everything look lovely?
Dr. Parsons?
Mr. Kittredge hasn't arrived yet, Dr. Parsons.
Come along. I want you to meet Tracy's grandmother.
Tracy, don't sit down again until after the ceremony.
Dexter, they telephoned from your house that a Mr. Sidney Kidd was there.
I was to tell you that he's reading it. Whatever does that mean?
I have a feeling it won't be so hard for me to resign now.
And belts will be worn tighter this winter.
Well, Red, I'm afraid it's the deadline.
So is this. Listen.
"My dear Tracy, I want you to know that you will always be my friend...
"but your conduct last night was so shocking to my ideals of womanhood..."
No, don't go. You might as well hear it too.
"To my ideals of womanhood that my attitude toward you...
"and the prospect of a happy and useful life together...
"has been changed materially.
- "Your breach of common decency..." - Tracy.
Hello, George.
Tracy, all these people.
It's only a letter from a friend.
They're my friends too.
"...certainly entitles me to a full explanation...
"before going through with our proposed marriage.
"In the light of day, I am sure that you will agree with me.
"Otherwise, with profound regrets and all best wishes...
"yours very sincere..."
Yes, George, I quite agree with you.
In the light of day and the dark of night...
for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse...
in sickness and in health and...
Thank you so very much for your good wishes at this time.
- That's all you have to say? - What else?
I wish, for your sake as well as mine...
I had an explanation, but...
unfortunately, I have none.
You'd better just say good riddance, George.
- It isn't easy. - I don't see why.
- Say something, stupid! - Just wait a minute.
What for?
On the very eve of your wedding, an affair with another man!
I told you I agree, and I'll tell you again, good riddance to me.
Tracy, your attitude is a little difficult to understand.
- Yes, I can see that it would be. - Not necessarily.
- You keep out of this. - You forget, I am out of it.
Kittredge, it may interest you to know...
that this so-called "affair" consisted of exactly two kisses...
and a late swim.
- Thanks, but... - Which I enjoyed...
and the memory of which I wouldn't part with for anything.
- It's no use, Mike. - After which...
I deposited Tracy on her bed in her room...
and returned down here to you two, which doubtless you'll remember.
Doubtless without a doubt.
You mean to say that was all there was to it?
I do.
Why? Was I so unattractive, so distant, so forbidding or something?
- This is fine talk too. - I'm asking a question.
You were extremely attractive, and as for distant and forbidding...
on the contrary, but you also were a little the worse...
or better... for wine, and there are rules about that.
Thank you, Mike. I think men are wonderful.
The little dears.
I fail to see the humor in this situation, Miss lmbrie.
I can appreciate that. It was hard for me too at first.
- Oh, Liz. - It's all right, Tracy.
We all go haywire at times, and if we don't, maybe we ought to.
You see, it really wasn't Tracy at all, Mr. Kittredge.
It was another girl. A Miss Pommery, 1926.
You'd had too much to drink, Tracy.
That seems to be the consensus of opinion.
Will you promise me never to touch the stuff again?
No, George. I don't believe I will.
There are certain things about that other girl...
that... Miss Pommery '26, I rather like.
- But a man expects his wife... - To behave herself. Naturally.
To behave herself naturally.
Sorry.
If it hadn't been for that drink last night, all this might not have happened.
Apparently nothing did.
What made you think it had?
Well, it didn't take much imagination.
Not much, perhaps, but just of a certain kind.
It seems you didn't think anything too well of yourself.
That's the odd thing.
Somehow I'd have hoped that you'd think better of me than I did.
I'm not going to quibble. All the evidence was there.
And I was guilty straight off until I was proved innocent.
Downright un-American, if you ask me.
Nobody is asking you.
You forgot your hat, Miss Tracy.
You look lovely, Miss Tracy. All our very best wishes.
Dexter, I wish you'd let me know when you invite people to Tracy's weddings.
- What happened, darling? - A Mr. Sidney Kidd is here.
He says he knows you.
Sidney Kidd is here himself?
What else did Mr. Sidney Kidd have to say?
He sent you the strangest message. He said, "Tell Haven he wins."
"Tell him I'm licked." Wins what, Dexter?
Mr. Sidney Kidd's presence here makes the marriage of national importance.
I think it's extremely kind and thoughtful of him.
Come on, Tracy, it must be late. Let's let bygones be bygones.
What do you say?
Yes, and good-bye, George.
- I don't understand you. - Please, good-bye.
- Look here... - You're too good for me.
- You're a hundred times too good. - But I never said...
I'd make you most unhappy. Most.
That is, I'd do my best to.
Well, if that's the way you want it.
That's the way it is.
All right. Possibly it's just as well.
Yes, I thought you'd finally come to that conclusion.
I have a feeling you had more to do with this than anyone.
- Possibly, but you were a great help. - You and your whole rotten class.
Class, my eye.
You're on your way out, the lot of you, and good riddance!
There goes George.
Oh, my sainted aunt!
- That welter of faces. - Oh, my, they look solemn.
What am I to do?
- Tracy? - Yes, Mike?
Parson Parsons has never seen Kittredge before, has he?
I got you into this thing, and I'll get you out of it.
Will you marry me, Tracy?
No, Mike.
Thanks, but hmm-mm. Nope.
I've never asked a girl to marry me.
I've avoided it.
But you've got me all confused now.
Why not?
Because I don't think Liz would like it...
and I'm not sure you would...
and I'm even a little doubtful about myself.
But I am beholden to you, Mike.
I'm most beholden.
But they're in there. They're waiting.
Don't get too conventional all at once, will ya? There'll be a reaction.
Cheer up. It'll be all right. You've been got out of jams before.
- Been got out of them? - Certainly.
Don't worry. You always have been.
We've seen George. It's all right, dear.
Your father will make a very simple announcement.
Is there anything special you want me to say, Tracy?
Uh, no, no. I'll say it.
Whatever it is, I'll say it. I won't be got out of anything anymore, thanks.
Hello.
Good morning. L... Stop that music.
I'm sorry to have kept you waiting...
but there's been a slight hitch in the proceedings.
I've made a terrible fool of myself, which isn't unusual...
and my fiancé... my fiancé that was, that is...
he thinks we'd better call it a day, and I quite agree with him.
Peace is wonderful.
Uh, bec... uh... Dexter, what next?
Three years ago I did you out of a wedding in this house by eloping.
- Two years ago, you were invited... - My dear, just a loan.
- Put this in your vest pocket. - Don't have a vest.
Then hold it in your hand.
- Which was very bad manners. - Which was very bad manners.
I'll make it up to you by going through with it now as originally planned.
I'll make it up to you by...
by going beautifully through with it now...
as originally and most beautifully planned.
- So if you'll just keep your seats... - So if you'll just keep your seats...
- That's all. - Um, that's all.
- Are you sure? - No, but I'll risk it. Will you?
You bet. You didn't do it to soften the blow? Nor to save my face?
- No, it's a nice face. - I'll be yare now.
- I'll promise to be yare. - Be whatever you like. You all set?
- All set. - Best man?
Honored, C.K.
- Maid of honor? - Matron of honor.
Remember Joe Smith.
How did this ever happen?
You'd better tell Mr. Dutton to start the music.
This can't be happening. It just can't. Come with me, Miss lmbrie.
Let's get in there. Got the ring?
The way we're dressed, we look like stowaways.
See ya soon, Red.
See ya soon, Dext.
- Tracy, darling... - I love you, Father.
I love you too.
Never in my life have I been so full of love before.
Come along. Come along.
Wait. How do I look?
Like a queen. Like a goddess.
- And you know how I feel? - How?
Like a human. Like a human being.
- Do you know how I feel? - How?
Proud.
I did it. I did it all.
I feel as though I've lived through all this before in another life.