As it turned out, it was the last time
such sentimentality swept over me.
What's the uproar about? Are you on fire?
Come on, throw on some clothes and get cracking.
We're going out to celebrate.
Celebrate what, for heaven's sake?
Well, we'll decide that in the car.
Come on, country mouse.
Change into something sleek, and let's go.
Let no time be wasted.
This is no night for a beautiful girl like you
to be in the house all on her own.
But what's so special about tonight?
Nothing special about tonight. Come on, go.
Give me ten minutes?
Too long. Seven minutes.
The horses are getting cold outside.
Well, if the coachman wants another drink, he can help himself.
The coachman will!
# Turn back the clock and let's get together and rock
# All night long
Sir, there's only 20 minutes left in the picture.
We don't care.
We really don't.
# Now it don't matter if you got to fight
# The cops ain't coming out till Sunday night
# The joint is jumpin', let the good times roll
# And satisfy your soul
# All night long
# Rockin' all night long #
Would you like to do this again next week?
There'll be a swell new picture at the Hollywood.
I don't think Harry would mind.
Well...
I think he might be a little bit jealous.
We can't be together on the town like this.
He might be a bit hurt.
I'm not sure Harry has a right to feel hurt.
What do you mean?
You know as well as I do, Kay.
I suppose I do.
It's just hard for him to find a way to leave her.
I wouldn't want to be in Harry's shoes.
He's always trying to do things with such perfection.
Well, I don't know about that.
What I do know is you are.
Perfect, that is.
In my eyes.
You know, Kay,
it'll be hard to build your happiness
upon the unhappiness of somebody else.
Some people could.
But not people with your burden of conscience.
Not this way.
Would you like to come in for a nightcap?
Or a nightcap to a nightcap?
Hmm.
A morning cap?
Well, just about.
I think even I have my limits.
Okay. Good night.
Good night.
May I have that cigarette you're smoking?
What's left of it.
Well, if you want.
Why?
Because it touched your lips.
Good night.
I'd heard a Texan say it once to a pretty brunette
after the liberation of Paris.
It was corny, of course.
But it worked. And it was from the heart.
October 26th.
Harry Allen is as sane and as cool as you and I.
He was simply convinced that for Pat to fall asleep forever,
without fear, and in the bloom of her life,
involved no hardship at all.
What was the alternative?
A life of suffering and loneliness?
The humiliation of an abandoned wife?
Harry loved Pat too much to allow that to happen.
You look especially pretty this morning.
Thank you, darling.
Like one of those Sleep All advertisements you see in the magazines.
"Drink a cup of Sleep All and get eight hours of sleep
"and be a beauty like me."
I don't think they'd sell much Sleep All if they hired me.
They'd sell plenty of Sleep All with you, Pat.
You're prettier today than you've ever been.
Thank you.
Let's feast this morning.
You know I shouldn't.
Eat, drink and be merry, my dear.
I'll taste everything. I promise, darling.
That's the paper.
Let me go down and get it for you.
I feel like a queen!
Care for another slice of toast?
Yes, please.
Not so much butter on it this time, please.
Been having indigestion again?
Not too bad. Just the usual.
But you still take your medicine?
Religiously, sir. One spoon before bedtime.
Sometimes around lunch. It depends.
That's good.
Have another sausage.
No, I shouldn't.
It took a long time to prepare.
Honestly, Harry.
I don't know what we're gonna eat the rest of the week for breakfast.
Harry?
Harry, have you seen my medicine bottle?
What's going on in there?
I'm in the tub.
In the tub? What on earth for?
I forgot to take my bath this morning.
Guess I'm not myself today.
I'll say.
Have you seen my medicine bottle?
That last sausage really did it.
What, the bottle?
Yes.
I have it here.
Why do you have it in there?
Oh, my stomach's bothering me.
Thought I'd steal a dose from you, if you don't mind.
You poor thing. What a messy day.
Uh...
Not much of a cook, am I?
Well, use the toothbrush mug, not the rinsing cup.
The powder makes the glass so hard to polish.
All right, will do.
Here you go.
Thanks.
You're not gonna take it now?
Not quite yet. I'm better.
I'll take a dose before lunch, then another before bed.
That should repair the damage.
I'm sorry.
It was a lovely breakfast.
A lovely gesture, darling.
Bye-bye, Harry.
Bye-bye, Pat.
Take care of yourself.
I will.
I'm sorry.
Don't be silly.
Harry.
Harry, what do you think?
Excuse me for a moment.
Operator.
I have been dialing my home over and over.
And I get a strange tone.
We've had this trouble before.
What's the number you're calling?
42392.
Hold the line.
I'm sorry, caller, that line is out of order.
Well, can't you fix it right away? It's very...
I'll report it to the engineer's department.
Daddy?
No, Charlie, put your mommy on the phone.
Grandpa, is that you?
Call your mommy, Charlie.
When are you gonna come and visit me, Grandpa?
I don't know, sweetie.
You go play.
Mrs. Walsh?
This is Harry Allen from next door.
Listen, I wonder if you wouldn't mind doing me a favor.
I've been trying to call my wife, but the line's out of order.
You want me to go over and see if she's in?
Yes. Yes, that's it.
Hold on a moment.
Shut up! Just shut up!
Mr. Allen?
Yes?
There's no answer at the door.
I could write a note for you if you want, and slip it under.
Oh, that's so kind of you, Mrs. Walsh.
Could you ask her to call me?
She could use my phone if she wants.
Of course.
Now, thank you, Mrs. Walsh.
Goodbye.
Is everything all right, Mr. Allen?
Why shouldn't it be?
I thought you looked a little pale, that's all.
Nonsense.
I'm sorry if I snapped at you, Miss Jones.
I think I might be getting a cold.
You know how I hate to be sick.
Oh...
I'll give you some of my cold pills, Mr. Allen.
I have some in my desk. They're wonderful.
Don't bother.
You take a red one in the morning,
a green one at lunchtime, and a yellow one before you go to bed.
So it doesn't matter when you start.
I don't think I really need it.
It worked for my sister.
And Milt in shipping. He swears by them.
I just want you to be well.
Otherwise, Mrs. Allen might catch it.
Mr. Allen's office.
Yes, of course.
Speak of the devil.
Hello?
Well, hello, Harry. What's the matter?
Mrs. Walsh left a note on the door, telling me to call you.
Nothing, really.
Oh, good.
I was worried.
It's not like you to call during the day.
The line was out of order.
Where are you calling from?
Mrs. Walsh's.
I was washing my hair when she rang the bell before.
I'll call the phone company from here.
And how's your tummy?
Better, thanks. I didn't take anything for it.
I'll just take the usual dose tonight before bed.
Oh...
There's this ghastly dinner tonight
with some local manufacturers.
I'll be late. That's all I wanted to say.
That's okay.
I'll go see that movie at the Arabian.
It probably won't be there much longer.
It's supposed to be good.
Well, don't wait up for me.
Uh...
You know how these things are.
I'll be in bed by 11:30, as usual. I promise.
Bye-bye.
Harry, you must be frozen.
Come in. I've got a fire going.
Would you like a gin and tonic?
I'd rather have a whiskey and soda, if you can spare it.
Of course I can spare it, Harry.
It's yours, anyway. You bought it.
Don't keep telling me that the things I give you are mine, darling.
They're ours.
Well, then. Cheers. And God bless.
God bless.
Amen.
If there is a God.
Don't you think there might not be?
This cruel world.
Well, I like to think there's a God.
Otherwise, how could we explain all this hard rain
we've been having all of a sudden?
Harry, are you feeling all right?
Yes, thank you, darling.
I feel wonderful.
I feel wonderful when I'm with you.
You do look a bit off.
It's a little chill. It's nothing.
I'm fine now. Okay.
Well, you shouldn't have come if you have a chill.
Not on a night like this.
And not be here with you?
No, thank you.
Best take a few aspirins before you go to bed.
What's so funny?
Dear Kay, I love you so much.
Nothing frightens me when I'm with you.
Why don't I put on some soup for you?
I'll help you.
There's nothing you can do, really.
There isn't. It's just soup.
It just needs heating up.
Go and sit.
I'll miss you.
I'll be back in a minute.
Go on, fix yourself another drink.
What's the matter, Kay?
You're very thoughtful tonight.
Well, I have good cause to be.
Then what's the matter?
For heaven's sake, tell me.
Don't just sit there.
What's wrong?
Harry,
I don't want you to get the wrong idea.
The wrong idea?
What wrong idea could I possibly get?
Kay, what's wrong?
Harry,
there's no one who means as much to me as you do.
The way you do.
And there never has been since Ron died.
I just can't go through with this thing, dearest.
I've given it a lot of thought.
I don't think it's fair to Pat.
I don't think it's fair to you
or me.
Please, Kay, don't do this.
Don't you see she would always be between us?
Would she?
I doubt it.
I want to be happy.
With you.
Well, I, for one, cannot take that chance.
I would have liked to have married you, Harry. But not like this.
We can't build our happiness on the unhappiness of someone else.
Some people could,
but not people with our burden of conscience.
What other way is there?
Harry,
this is as hard for me as it is for you.
Then don't let's make a final decision tonight.
I won't feel any different tomorrow.
Let's just see if we could get through to the end of our lives
without further damage.
Thank you for your past kindness.
And for tonight's dinner.
Harry, please don't let it end like this.
Like what?
In bitterness.
Don't let it end like that, either.
You think I'm a monster, don't you?
I think you might have let me know a bit earlier.
You did the right thing, dear.
It was so quick.
May I...
May I have back the letters I wrote to you, Kay?
Now?
It's easier for both of us
if the letters are out of the way.
I can burn them.
I'd rather have them.
Harry, they're all over the place.
Well, burn them tomorrow morning, Kay.
The whole lot.
Without fail. Please.
Harry.
You...
Let's pretend that I'm
just running down to the store to get a bottle of gin.
Or, better yet, that I was never here.
I've lost everything tonight.
And I'd rather not think about it.
I'll be in bed by 11:30, as usual.
Here you go.
Are you aware you have only one rear light working on this car, sir?
No, sir, I'm not aware.
Well, don't take my word for it.
Why don't you step out of the car, and check for yourself?
No, that's all right, I believe you.
Can we just do this quickly?
Step out of the car, sir.
It's just a bad connection.
Let me see your driver's license.
Well, surely you're not going to give me a summons for this?
You're not driving without a license?
No. No.
Sure I... Here.
You in a hurry, sir?
No.
But I should get back home.
Well, you should've thought of that
before you decided to break the law, sir.
But I haven't broken the law.
Everything's in order.
Good, thank you.
You're free to go.
All right. Thank you.
You're home early.
Are you all right, Harry?
I must've dozed off.
Oh, dear, what's wrong?
I want you to know.
Know what?
How much I need you.
I know, darling.
I've always known that.
Funny, I could swear this bottle was half empty.
I think my mind is going.
We must be getting older.
Yes, we are.
A bit too set in our ways, aren't we?
Yes.
I love you, Pat.
I love you, too.
Harry?
Why don't we take a trip somewhere, just the two of us?
I would like that.
How was the picture?
Fine.
It was a good picture.
And so Harry and Pat Allen resumed their lives together
in that way couples do.
Kay and I waited till the next winter before coming out.
I guess we want to be kind in our own way.
To let the pain subside for Harry.
She's a doll.
You're a lucky man.
I suppose I am.
You are.
Couldn't happen to a nicer fellow.
Aw...
Thank you, Pat.
How serious is it?
Oh, it's very serious.
The most serious I've ever been.
There's something really great between us.
So, marriage?
Yes, marriage.
If she'll have me.
Of course she'll have you, Rich.
How could she not?
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
A toast.
To Richard and Kay.
To us.
To all of us.
To life!
It was later that night that Harry told me everything.
It was a funny story, in its way,
about a man who tried to poison his wife,
and then found he would be lost without her.
Three words.
The drummer boy is on a road.
And so we were married,
Kay and I.
We were meant for each other.
Harry was my best man.
Did we build our happiness upon the unhappiness of others?
That's for you to judge.
Road. Road. Road.
Whoever in this room knows what goes on
in the mind of the person who sleeps next to you...
Road to Morocco!
...please, raise your hand.
I know you can't. Not honestly.
Thank you.
I appreciate the drinks. Good night, pal.
Your turn. Take care. Good night.
Thank you. Good night!
Harry Allen was the most noble man I'd ever met.
He never once talked to me about his loss.
Come on, boy!
In fact, I now believe it was a new beginning.
It's funny, isn't it?
What we do for love.
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