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Tracy!
- Tracy! - How do you spell "omelet"?
- Oh, you. - Ninety-four for the ceremony...
...and 506 for the reception. I don't know where we'll put them all if it should rain.
Oh, it won't rain. Tracy won't stand for it.
- Mother, how do you spell "omelet"? - O-M-M-E-L-E-T.
- I thought there was another L. - Funny wedding present, an omelet.
It was a dish, dear, a silver dish.
Bring some of that junk off the table. Mother, be an angel...
- ...and get these out of the way. - Yes, darling.
This stinks.
Don't say "stinks," darling. If necessary, "smells. "
- But only if necessary. - These cards have been changed again.
There must be a ghost in the house. Maybe the ghost of groom number one.
Don't talk about Dexter as though he were dead.
- Might as well be for all Tracy cares. - Right.
- Oh, I wouldn't say that. - If I never see Dexter Haven again, I'll--
- Isn't that awful? - Friends of your father's.
Wouldn't you know it? What are they, tap dancers or musical-comedy producers?
- Hardly fair to your father's interest in art. - Art, my eye.
The art of putting up $ 100,000 to display the shapely legs--
- That will do, Tracy. - Oh, I give up.
If you'd just face the facts squarely, as I did...
We might face the fact that neither of us has proved to be a success as a wife.
We just picked the wrong first husbands, that's all.
Don't argue about it. You wanted me to take a stand. I've taken it.
It's the only stand a woman could take and keep her self-respect.
Yes, dear, I know.
Now I have my self-respect and no husband.
You almost talk as though you wanted him back.
He wouldn't come back, probably.
Hey, it's better this way. Really. You'll see.
Let's forget about the past. We both deserve happiness now, especially you.
- Darling. - Isn't George an angel?
- George is an angel. - Is he handsome or not?
- George is handsome. - I like Dexter.
Really? Why don't you postpone the wedding?
- How? - Get smallpox.
- Don't put the idea in her head. - George isn't usually late.
- He's waiting at the stables. - Waiting--
- If I don't choke her before Saturday... - It'd postpone it.
It would not. Be in the car when I get down.
She's so mean about Dexter.
- He was rather mean to her. - Did he really sock her?
- Please, Dinah. - Did he, really?
- Darling, you go wait in the car. - Well, the papers were full of "innundo. "
- Of what? - Of innundo.
Cruelty and drunkenness, it said.
Mother, why won't Tracy ask her own father to the wedding?
Your sister has definite opinions about things.
She's sort of...
Well, you know...
- ...hard, isn't she? - Certainly not.
Tracy sets exceptionally high standards for herself, that's all...
...and other people aren't always quite apt to live up to them.
But don't you think it's stinking not at least to want Father?
Yes, darling. Between ourselves, I think it's good and stinking.
Oh, I wish something would happen.
Nothing ever possibly in the least ever happens here.
Mother.
How do you get smallpox?
Oh, Dinah, please go. Go.
This is Uncle Willie's favorite. Complete Surrender.
Where'd you get this idiotic thing, anyway?
Hey!
Never play with fire, particularly on the eve of your wedding.
You're a wicked old man, Uncle Willie.
- Who takes this, anyway, your cook? - I love it.
- It's got pictures of everything. - It certainly has.
Who is that terribly attractive man?
Can Tracy pick them, or can she?
- If you're asking me-- - I'm not.
- Hello, darling. - Hello.
- Well, how do you like me? - I adore you, but you look awful.
- Awful? - Like something out of a shop window.
Well, Tracy, I--
What--? Hey, what--?
- Say, cut it out! They're new. - That's just it.
But they're not going to be. There, that's better.
I don't get it.
When I was a coal miner, the idea was to buy clean clothes.
Now that I'm general manager-- Say, Dinah...
...anything in there about the wedding?
- What do you mean? - I thought maybe...
...you being one of the oldest families in Philadelphia...
...and me getting fairly important myself-- It's luck, of course, but--
- What's the matter? - "Average Day in the Life...
...of a Congressman. The wife. The kitchen, where is prepared...
...one banana, sliced, two fried eggs. Congressman kisses wife good morning. "
- People like publicity. - Of all the filthy ideas.
Coming into a private house with a camera.
George Kittredge, you get on that horse.
- What do you think? - What if I took it into my head...
- ...to go into politics? - You'd be elected president.
- I don't know about that. I mean publicity. - Not in my home.
You mean our home, don't you?
Sorry, darling. I mean very much our home.
Oh, never mind, Eddie. I'll get up myself.
Now, steady, Bessie.
Whoa, Bessie. Whoa.
That's it-- Whoa, Bessie. Whoa!
Here, here, here.
Whoa.
Now, steady, Bessie.
Grab the reins, George, with the left hand.
- Put salt on his tail. - Shut up.
Steady, Bessie.
There. Whoa, whoa, Bessie. Whoa. Whoa.
What's the matter? You act worried.
Maybe it's because his name is Jack.
Heigh-ho, Silver.
- Hello, Joe. - Hi, Mike.
I'm not gonna do it, Liz. I'm gonna tell Sidney Kidd I'm a writer.
I'm not a society snoop. Gonna tell him just that.
Just that.
Let Kidd fire me!
I'll write short stories again. That's what I should be doing.
- I'm gonna tell him just that. - Just that.
Come in.
- I don't think you're being fair to me. - No?
No. You're treating me like you treat all your other writers.
You really hate me, don't you, Connor?
No. I don't like you very much, though.
You hate me, I trust, Miss Imbrie?
No. I can't afford to hate anybody. I'm only a photographer.
Ask him to wait.
Your assignment will be Spy's most sensational achievement:
Tracy Lord.
Big-game hunting in Africa, fox hunting in Pennsylvania.
Married on impulse and divorced in a rage, and always unapproachable by the press.
The unapproachable Miss Lord...
"The Philadelphia Story. "
"Close to the Portals of Snobbish Fox Hunting. " No.
"No Hunter of Foxes is Spy Magazine. "
Anyway, present it for the first time, quote:
"A Wedding Day Inside Mainline Society. "
"Or What the Kitchen Maid Saw Through the Keyhole. " Unquote.
- Writing's your job. I'm only the publisher. - All right, publisher, take this:
Quote, "No Hunter of Buckshot in the Rear is Cagey, Crafty Connor. " Unquote.
Close paragraph.
Close job, close bank account.
How can we get inside the Lord estate, let alone the house?
Now, we're not gonna do it, Liz. Doggone it, it's degrading. It's undignified.
So is an empty stomach. How do we get in?
Ask the gentleman to come in.
- I understand we understand each other. - Quite.
This gentleman has been employed in our Buenos Aires office.
He came yesterday on the clipper. I believe he can help with our problem.
- How? - Tracy Lord's brother, Junius...
...is in the American Embassy there.
And he's an old friend of this gentleman's.
He'll introduce you to the Lords as intimate friends of Junius.
Dear old Junius.
This Tracy Lord-- She know you?
You might say Miss Lord and I grew up together.
You might also say you were her first husband.
- Yes, you might. - Holy mackerel. What goes on here?
I remember your honeymoon very well. You and she on a little sailboat.
- The True Love, wasn't it? - That's right. How did you know?
I was the only photographer whose camera you didn't smash.
You were terribly nice about it. You threw it in the ocean.
Oh, one of those, huh?
Yes, I had a strange idea our honeymoon was our business.
He paid for all the cameras.
- I got a nice little letter of apology too. - Always the gentleman, huh?
Except on occasion.
Now, what are the plans?
The wedding's Saturday. Today is Thursday.
They should spend tomorrow as guests of the Lords.
Listen, there's something screwy here. If you resigned, why are you doing this...
...unless you--
Oh, you wanna get even with your ex-bride, huh?
I'll have a car pick them up at noon tomorrow in North Philadelphia.
Here, Mike, there's a little spit in your eye. It shows.
Maybe they'd rather we go to the servants' entrance.
Maybe this is the servants' entrance.
Good morning, Edward.
Why, Mr. Haven, sir.
Is Mrs. Haven-- I mean, Miss Tracy or her mother in?
They may be down at the swimming pool. Shall I announce you?
No. No, I'll go around myself and surprise them.
- It will be a surprise. - These are friends of Mr. Junius.
- Have them wait in the south parlor. - Certainly, Mr. Haven.
Excuse me, sir.
The south parlor?
Miss Imbrie, the south parlor.
The queen will have bread and honey at the usual time.
Seems a little cold for the south parlor.
I rather expected to find pickaninnies and banjos.
What's this room? I forgot my compass.
Well, this would be south-southwest parlor by living room.
Knickknacks, gimcracks, signed photographs.
You have to be rich as the Lords to live in a dump like this.
- I wouldn't live in it if they paid me. - They won't.
Looks like they're running a hock shop on the side.
Well, I...
Just looking around.
I'll want your fingerprints for this.
What's this guy Haven up to?
- C.K. Dexter Haven. - What kind of a name is that, anyway?
C.K. Dexter Haven.
Well, Macaulay Connor is no homespun tag, my pet.
Well, you just try calling me Macaulay.
I knew a plain Joe Smith once.
He was only a clerk in a hardware store, but he was an absolute rat.
C.K. Dexter Haven. He plays polo. He designs sailboats.
- Class boats, very upper-class. - Oh, don't despair.
He's out, and Kittredge, man of the people, is in.
Quite a comer too, I understand. Political timber.
Poor guy. Wonder how he fell for it?
Liz, what did I tell you? Look, how do you like this:
"Living room, sitting room, terrace, pool, stables. "
So they can talk to the horses without having them in the house.
Don't, Mike.
- Yes? - This is the bridal suite.
Send up a couple of caviar sandwiches and some beer.
What? Who is this?
This is the voice of doom calling.
Your days are numbered to the seventh son of the seventh son.
- Hello? Hello? - What's the matter?
One of the servants has been at the sherry again. I better go see.
Dexter! Dexter, you've come back!
Dinah, my dream girl.
What in the name of...?
Oh, no, it can't be. He went to South America for two years.
Edward said they were at the swimming pool.
They seem to be here.
Dexter, don't you know that tomorrow is the wedding?
Oh, that's right. So it is.
You can go right back where you came from.
Can't. Dinah says it's awful here without me.
Hello, you sweet thing.
Red, you look in the pink.
You don't think I'd miss your wedding, do you?
- Dexter, you wouldn't. - I'm not so sure he wouldn't.
No, Mother Lord, I assure you I wouldn't.
- Tell us about Junius. - Stay to lunch.
Sure. Don't bother to open your house. Stay here. We're having no houseguests.
No? How about the groom?
- He's staying at the gatehouse. - Oh, that's good.
- Junius is fine. - He should be here.
He's heartbroken. I suggested representing him as best man.
George might prefer to have his best man sober.
- I wish you'd represent George. - That's my loyal little girl.
- You'll like the people Junius did send. - You haven't switched to dope, have you?
The people Junius did send, did you say?
You don't know Macaulay Connor or Elizabeth Imbrie, do you?
- We can finish later. - I better introduce you.
Call me for--
Introduce me to whom?
Imbrie and Connor. Tell them which rooms they're to have.
He wants to know whether to wear a black or white tie to the party.
Rooms?
I'd better start from the beginning. Sit down.
They're friends of Junius.
And they expect to stay here? I think that's queer, indeed.
- It's queerer than that. It's paranoiac. - Well, it was Junius' idea.
- They've been kind to him and there's-- - You're lying, Dexter. I can always tell.
- Can you, Red? - But if they're Junius' friends--
You went to work after the divorce.
Except for an interlude in alcoholic sanitariums.
- You took a job in South America. For? - A magazine.
- And it wasn't by chance Spy magazine? - You are a mass of intuition.
And Junius' friends are photographers? I never thought you'd sink to do--
- What are you going to do? - I'm going to phone Junius.
Wait, Red, wait. You don't have to telephone Junius. I'll confess.
No, you're slipping, Red.
I used to be afraid of that look.
The withering glance of the goddess.
I didn't think that alcohol would-- Oh, shut up.
- Dinah, stay here. - Oh, please, Mother.
- Maybe he's going to sock her again. - Don't say sock.
Strike is quite an ugly enough word.
Who do they think they are, barging in on people?
- They'll think you don't want them. - I want them out and you too.
Yes, your majesty, but first, could I interest you in some blackmail?
- No. - Well, it's an article...
...complete with snapshots, details and insinuations.
It's ready for publication in Spy.
And it's about your father and that dancer.
- About Father and Tina Morrow? - Now, quiet. Dinah.
But they can't.
Well, they can't-- Even if it's true.
Where do you get these?
- Kidd, the editor. - He's got to be stopped.
Well, he is, temporarily.
If you'll allow those two to turn in a story on your wedding.
And when Kidd says a story, he means a story.
- I'm going to be sick. - Yes, an intimate day with a society bride.
I am sick.
Tough, but that's the way it seems to be.
I'm to be examined, undressed, humiliated.
At 15 cents a copy.
And you, you...
- You're loving it. - Am I, Red?
- Well, we're hooked. - Are they reporters?
- Not friends of Junius? - They aren't anybody's friends.
- We're to pretend they are. - Why?
Don't ask me. There's a good reason, and it's my wedding, so please.
- I'll bet it's Father and that dancer. - Dinah, what do you know?
- Oh, I listen around. - Is there no privacy anymore?
Only in bed, Mother, and not always there.
Watching every little mannerism, jotting notes on how we talk and move.
- Will they do that? - And all in that snide, corkscrew English.
If we have to submit to save Father's face...
...which, incidentally, doesn't deserve it...
...I'm giving them a picture of life that'll stand their hair on end.
No! Tracy, we must just be ourselves, very much ourselves.
But you want us to create a good impression.
They don't know that we know, I hope.
No, that was understood. The girl's nice. He writes stories.
- Very down-to-earth. - They'll love us.
Oh, dear, you both better dress.
Please, promise to behave like ladies in front of these creatures.
We'll do our best, Mrs. Lord. I don't know how good that is.
Dexter, how perfectly dreadful.
And what will they say about Seth not being here for his daughter's wedding?
I know, darling.
Come on.
You better go and tell them how terribly happy we are to have them.
That's the old Quaker spirit, Mother Lord. Now, keep swinging.
Thought it was that butler.
The family will welcome you in a moment.
- What with? - With open arms.
They're happy to have friends of Junius.
- They don't know about us? - Why should they?
Look, Haven...
...our research department didn't give us much data.
This fiancé of this girl, George Kittredge, age 32.
- You know him well? - Well enough.
General manager, Quaker State Coal. Controlling interest owned by Seth Lord.
That's the girl's father, huh?
- What a coincidence. - How'd he meet her?
Heaven brought them together, I imagine.
Seth Lord. See bankers' annual directory of directors.
- So is there a library in town? - Yes.
I suppose you wouldn't know where.
Well, roughly. My grandfather built it.
Now, about this girl...
...Tracy Samantha Lord.
What about her?
Well, what's her leading characteristic?
She has a horror of men who wear their hats in the house.
Leading characteristics to be filled in later.
I can fill them in right now.
The young, rich, rapacious American female.
No other country where she exists.
And would I change places with Tracy Samantha Lord...
...for all her wealth and beauty?
Oh, boy, just ask me.
Well, tell four footmen to call me in time for lunch, will you?
How do you do?
- Friends of my brother, are you not? - We--
I am Dinah Lord. My real name is Diana, but my sister changed it.
I'm Elizabeth Imbrie. This is Macaulay Connor.
I spoke French before I spoke English.
My childhood was in Paris, where my father worked in a bank.
- The House of Morgan. - Really?
Can you play the piano? I can, and sing at the same time. Listen.
What is this?
Idiot, probably.
Smallpox?
How do you do?
I'm Tracy Lord. It's so nice having you here.
- How did you leave Junius? - We left Junius fine.
- That little sister of yours-- - Isn't she a dear? So talented.
- Junius is such a lamb, isn't he? - Yes, isn't he?
It's a pity none of the males of the family are going to be here to welcome you.
- Where's your father? - Darling Papa.
- I do hope you'll stay for my wedding. - We'd like to.
- That was our idea. - I'm so glad it occurred to you.
The house is rather a mess, of course.
We'll all have to huddle here and overflow onto the porch.
- I hope your rooms are comfortable. - Your father sick?
What a cunning little camera.
- I'm afraid I'm a nuisance with it. - You couldn't be. I hope you'll take loads.
Dear Papa and Mama aren't allowing reporters in.
That is, except for little Mr. Grace, who does the social news.
Can you imagine a grown-up man having to sink so low?
It does seem kind of bad.
You're a kind of writer, aren't you, Mr. Connor?
Sort of.
- A book? - Yes.
Under what name do you publish?
My own. Macaulay Connor.
What's the Macaulay for?
Well, my father taught English history.
I'm Mike to my friends.
Of whom you have many, I'm sure.
English history, it's always fascinated me. Cromwell, Robin Hood, Jack the Ripper.
Where did he teach?
- I mean your father. - A high school in South Bend, Indiana.
South Bend. It sounds like dancing, doesn't it?
You must have had a most happy childhood there.
- It was terrific. - I'm so glad.
- I didn't mean it that way. - I'm so sorry. Why?
Well, lack of wherewithal, I guess.
That doesn't always cause unhappiness, does it?
Not if you're the right kind of man.
George Kittredge, my fiancé, never had anything, and he...
Are either of you married?
- No. - No.
- You were, but you're divorced? - The fact is--
Surely you're not ashamed of it.
- Of course I'm not ashamed of it. - What?
Well, it was years ago. I was only a kid in Duluth.
- Good heavens, Liz, you never told me-- - You never asked me.
Well, I know, but you...
Joe Smith. Hardware.
Well, you're the darnedest girl, Liz.
I think I'm sweet.
Duluth. That must be a lovely spot. It's west of here, isn't it?
Sort of, but occasionally we get the breezes.
And this is your first visit in Philadelphia.
It's a quaint place, don't you think? Filled with relics. How old are you?
Thirty.
One book isn't much for a man of 30.
I don't mean to criticize. You probably have interests outside work.
None.
I mean, unless...
How sweet.
Are you...
...going together?
- I beg your pardon? - That is an odd question, I must say.
Well, I don't see why. I think it's very interesting.
Miss Imbrie...
...don't you agree if a man says he loves a girl, he ought to marry?
- Can she be human? - Please, I asked Miss Imbrie a question.
- Well, that depends. I-- - I'll see what's keeping Mama.
Look, who's doing the interviewing here?
- You don't suppose she caught on? - No. She was born that way.
- Don't let her throw you. - Want to take over?
- I wanna go home. - Here you are.
How do you do? We're happy to have you.
Forgive me for not coming in sooner. Things are in such a state.
My little girl.
She's going to leave me.
Aren't you pretty, my dear? But then Junius' friends always are.
Look at the way she wears her hair, Tracy.
Isn't it pretty?
Mighty fine.
Shall we have sherry on the porch?
Thank you.
- This is my youngest daughter, Diana. - I think we've met.
I wish my husband were here. We expect him presently.
He's been detained on business for that lovely dancer Tina Morrow.
- Do you know her work? - Not professionally.
So talented and such a lovely person, but like many artists, no business head.
- None whatever. - I have some lovely presents.
Don't you think so, Mr. Connor?
Hello, everybody.
- I hope I'm not late. - You're never late, George.
We have a lovely surprise. Junius has sent us these dear people...
...as a wedding present.
Mr. Kittredge, this is Miss...? I'm so sorry.
- Imbrie. - Any friend of Junius is a friend of mine.
- And Mr...? - I didn't get the name.
- Connor. - Macaulay Connor.
- He's a writer. - Don't apologize--
No apology necessary. I have respect for writers.
- Well, thank you. Any kind word is-- - How are you, dear?
Much better now that you're here.
- I guess this must be love. - Your guess is correct.
I'm just his faithful old dog, Tray.
- Give me your paw. - You've got it.
How sweet.
- Say, I'd like to see one of those. - You will.
Shall we have some sherry? I suppose Junius has told you all about our family.
Papa!
What?
Dear Papa!
You angel, to get here in time for lunch.
- Isn't he, Mama? - Indeed he is, but--
Father, this is Miss Imbrie and Mr. Connor.
How are you, Mr. Lord?
- Fine, thank you. How are you? - How do you do?
- Hiya, Pops.
Oh, dear Dinah.
Father, here's George.
Hello, Kittredge. Margaret, my sweet.
- Another place for luncheon, Edward. - Very good, madam.
Well...
...here I am.
In the bosom of my...
- Hello, friends and enemies. - Young man...
- ...remove yourself. - How are you, sir?
I don't know. Get along, get along.
- I changed my mind. I will stay for lunch. - Another place, Edward.
- Hello, Kittredge. - How are you, Haven?
Just Damon and Pythias.
No. Grant and Lee.
You don't look as well as when I last saw you, Kittredge.
Oh, you poor fellow, I know just how you feel.
- How's it coming? - Oh, beautifully, Dexter.
We're so indebted to you for these lovely people.
It's almost impossible to repay that debt.
But you'll manage, Red?
- They grew up together, you know. - How nice.
You don't look old enough to get married, not even the first time.
She needs trouble to mature her. Give her lots of it.
- I'm afraid she can't count on me for that. - No? That's too bad.
For your sake, you should have stuck to me longer.
I thought it was for life, but the nice judge gave me a full pardon.
That's the old redhead, no bitterness, no recrimination, just a swift left to the jaw.
They grew up together.
Luncheon is served, madam.
Thank you, Edward. Come, Seth. We have so much to talk about.
I don't suppose a man ever had a better or finer family.
I often wake up in the night and say:
"Seth, you lucky dog, what have you done to deserve it all?"
And what have you?
Oh, thank you.
How stupid of me.
Oh, dear, how awful!
Oh, dear, I had a feeling that would happen.
Your camera. Well, I'm so, so sorry.
I'm sure you are.
- What is it? - Your father.
Uncle Willie!
- Uncle Willie, how nice. - I beg your pardon?
Please go on into lunch, everyone. I want a word with Uncle Willie.
Another place, Edward.
I'm afraid I don't understand.
You never have, but you came anyway, didn't you?
Still justice with her shining sword, daughter?
- Who's on the spot? - We are, thanks to you...
...Uncle Willie.
How long will you be researching?
Not long, if I find the right books. Family history and stuff.
- There's a cousin Joanna that's crazy. - Who told you?
- Dinah. - Dinah should know.
Come across when you finish, Miss Hobson's.
Hobson, okay.
What is thee wish?
I'm looking for some local b--
What did you say?
What is thee wish?
Local biography or history.
If thee will consult with my colleague in there.
Dost thou have a washroom?
Thank thee.
Look, I know this is a public library, but I would--
- Hello. - Hello.
Couldn't you afford to buy my book?
- The bookstore didn't have one. - Are you doing the right thing?
Know what happens to girls like you who read my books?
They begin to think. That's bad.
These stories are beautiful.
Why, Connor, they're almost poetry.
Well, don't kid yourself. They are.
I can't make you out at all now.
Really?
I thought I was easy.
So did I.
But you're not.
You...
You talk so big and tough, and then you write like this.
Which is which?
Both, I guess.
No.
No, I...
I believe you put the toughness on to save your skin.
Well, you think so?
I know a little about that.
Do you?
Quite a lot.
Look, let's get out of here.
This book, it was just such a complete surprise to me.
Let's walk. lt'd be much more fun.
Tell Mr. Kittredge we'll meet him at the pool.
Yes, Miss Tracy.
The story "With the Rich and Mighty," I think I liked it best.
I got it from a Spanish peasant's proverb:
"With the rich and mighty, always a little patience. "
I like that.
What's the matter? A little too rough?
A little...
...but I'm used to it.
Tell me something, will you?
When you can do a thing like that book, how can you possibly do anything else?
You may not believe this, but there are people that must earn their living.
Of course, but people buy books, don't they?
Well, not as long as there's a library around.
That book of mine represents two solid years' work...
...and it netted Connor something under $600.
- But that shouldn't be. - Well, unhappily, it is.
Beautiful country around here.
- What is it all? - Part of our place.
What about your Miss Imbrie?
Miss Imbrie's in somewhat the same fix. She's a born painter...
...and might be an important one, but she must eat...
...and also prefers a roof over her head to being out in the rain and snow.
Food and a roof...
Hey, you've really got something here.
- Where? - Well, all this.
Come on, the dressing rooms are over here.
I think you'll find everything you need.
Use any old one, but you'll find most of the junk in there.
- Yell if you need anything. - Okay.
- Hey, Connor! - Yeah?
- I have an idea. - What?
I have the most wonderful little house in Unionville.
It's up on a hill with a view that would knock you silly.
I'm never there except in the hunting season and not much then.
And I'd be so happy to know that it was of some real use to someone.
Can you hear me?
Yeah.
There's a brook and a small lake...
...no size, really...
...and a patch of woods, and in any kind of weather...
...it's the most wonderful...
Well, anyhow, l'm so delighted that I can offer it to you.
Well, it's terribly nice of you, but...
Heck, that's Dexter.
Look, if he comes here...
...stand by, will you?
- I don't want to be alone with him. - Certainly.
Isn't it lucky I thought of that house?
Don't think I'd troop in every minute. I wouldn't.
I'd never come except when expressly asked to.
Well, it isn't that.
What is it?
You see, the idea of artists depending upon...
...a patron lady bountiful has more or less gone out.
I see.
That wasn't especially kind of you, Mr. Connor.
I'm sorry to have seemed patronizing.
- Oh, well, I didn't mean-- - Please don't bother, really.
- Hello. - Hello. Fancy seeing you here.
Orange juice? Certainly.
Don't tell me you've forsaken your beloved whiskey and whiskeys.
No, I've just changed colors. I'm going for pale pastel shades now.
They're more becoming to me.
How about you, Mr. Connor? You drink? Alcohol, I mean.
- Well, a little. - A little?
And you a writer?
I thought writers drank to excess and beat their wives.
At one time, I think I secretly wanted to be a writer.
Dexter, would you mind doing something for me?
- Anything. What? - Get the heck out of here.
I couldn't do that. You need me too much.
Mind telling me just what you're hanging around for?
- No, no. Please don't go, Mr. Connor. - Please don't go.
- As a writer, this is right up your street. - Don't miss a word.
I never saw you better. You're getting that fine, tawny look.
We're going to talk about me, are we? Goody.
Astonishing what money can do. Don't you agree, Mr. Connor?
Not too much, you know, just more than enough.
Take Tracy, for example. Never a blow that hasn't been softened...
...never one that won't be softened. It changed her shape.
She was dumpy at one time.
As it happens, I'm not interested in myself for the moment.
Not interested in yourself? You're fascinated.
You're far and away your favorite person.
- Dexter, in case you don't know-- - She's a girl who's generous to a fault.
To a fault, Mr. Connor.
Except to other people's faults.
She never had any understanding of my deep and gorgeous thirst.
- That was your problem. - Granted.
But you took on that problem when you took me, Red.
- You were no helpmate. You were a scold. - It was disgusting, made you unattractive.
A weakness, sure.
Strength is her religion, Mr. Connor.
She finds human imperfection unforgivable.
When I discovered my relationship to her...
...was supposed to be not that of a loving husband and a good companion, but...
- Oh, never mind. - Say it.
But that of a kind of high priest to a virgin goddess...
...then my drinks grew deeper and more frequent, that's all.
I never considered you as that, nor myself.
You did without knowing it.
And the night you got drunk on champagne...
...and climbed out on the roof and stood there naked...
...with your arms out to the moon wailing like a banshee.
I never had the slightest recollection of any such thing.
I know. You drew a blank. You wanted to.
Mr. Connor, what would you...?
A nice story for Spy, incidentally.
Too bad we can't supply photos of you.
The fuss you made over that childish episode!
It was enormously important and most revealing.
The moon is also a goddess...
...chaste and virginal.
Stop using those foul words.
- What are you trying to make me out as? - What do you fancy yourself as?
I don't know that I fancy--
I can't believe you're going to marry Kittredge.
- How could you think of it? - He's everything you're not.
He's been poor. He's had to work and fight for everything...
...and I love him as I never even began to love you.
Maybe, but I doubt it. I think it's just a swing from me.
But it's too violent a swing.
Kittredge is no great tower of strength, you know. He's just a tower.
- You hardly know him. - To hardly know him is to know him well.
It offends my vanity to have anyone who was even remotely my wife...
...remarry so obviously beneath her.
How dare you, in this day and age, use such an idiotic--
I'm talking about the difference in mind and spirit.
You could marry Mac the night watchman. I'd cheer.
- Kittredge is not for you. - You bet he's for me.
He's a great man and a good man.
Already, he's of national importance.
You sound like Spy magazine talking.
But whatever he is, toots, you'll have to stick.
- He'll give you no out, as I did. - I won't require one.
I suppose you'll still be attractive to any man of spirit.
There's something engaging about this goddess business...
...more challenging to the male than the more obvious charms.
- Really? - Really.
We're very vain, you know.
This citadel can and shall be taken, and I'm the boy to do it.
You seem...
...quite contemptuous of me, all of a sudden.
No, Red. Not of you.
Never of you.
Red, you could be the finest woman on this earth.
I'm contemptuous of something you can't help or make no attempt to.
Your so-called strength.
Your prejudice against weakness, your blank intolerance.
- Is that all? - That's the gist of it.
Because you'll never be a first-class human being or woman...
...until you've learned to have some regard for human frailty.
It's a pity your own foot can't slip a little sometime.
But your sense of inner divinity wouldn't allow that.
This goddess must and shall remain intact.
There are more of you than people realize, a special class of the American female.
The married maidens.
- So help me, if you say another-- - I'm through, Red. I've had my say.
Well...
...I suppose I should object to this twosome.
That would be most objectionable.
- Anytime either of you want my advice-- - We'll give you a ring.
Thanks. Do that, will you?
So long, Red.
I left you a wedding present. Sorry I hadn't any ribbon to tie it up with.
Aren't you swimming?
We haven't time. Uncle Willie wants us at 8.
Look what your friend considers a wedding present.
- Why, it's a model of the True Love. - The what?
A boat he designed and built, practically.
We sailed it down the coast of Maine the summer we were married.
My, she was yare.
Yare? What's that mean?
It means...
What does it mean?
Easy to handle, quick to the helm, fast, bright.
Everything a boat should be...
...until she develops dry rot.
Oh, George, to get away!
Somehow, to be useful in the world.
Useful? You, Tracy?
Why, I'm gonna build you an ivory tower with my own two hands.
Like fun you are.
You mean you've been in one too long?
Well, I mean that...
...and a lot of things.
We're gonna represent something, Tracy...
...you and I and our home...
...something straight and sound and fine.
Then perhaps your friend Mr. Haven will be somewhat less condescending.
George...
You...
You don't really mind him, do you?
I mean the fact of him?
"The fact of him"? What do you mean?
Well, I mean...
Well, you know, that...
...he ever was my lord and master. That we were--
I don't believe he ever was, Tracy.
Not really.
I don't believe that anyone ever was or ever will be.
That's the wonderful thing about you, Tracy.
What? How?
Well, you're like some marvelous, distant...
...well, queen, I guess.
You're so cool and fine and always so much your own.
There's a kind of beautiful purity about you, like a statue.
- George-- - Oh, it's grand, Tracy.
It's what everybody feels about you. What I first worshipped you for from afar.
- George, listen-- - First, now and always.
Only from a little nearer now, darling.
I...
I don't want to be worshipped. I want to be loved.
Well, you're that too, Tracy.
- Oh, you're that, all right. - I mean really loved.
But that goes without saying, Tracy.
No.
No, now it's you who doesn't see what I mean.
I...
Well, I better get dressed, dear. I hate to be late.
George?
Yes.
Oh, nothing.
Run along. I'll be dressed when you get back.
Tracy. You're Uncle Willie's guest of honor. You mustn't be late.
Your fiancé just rode out of here on two wheels.
Does he, by any chance, walk anywhere?
When he likes, I expect.
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 those two newspaper people.
- Whose fault is it? - That's not the point.
They can publish anything they like about me, but I insist we inform Connor...
...and the camera lady we're all aware of their purpose.
All right. I'll tell them myself.
It'd look better coming from me as at least the titular head of the family.
Of course, inasmuch as you've let us in for it.
Do keep that note out of your voice, Tracy. It's very unattractive.
How does your dancer friend talk?
- Or does she purr? - Tracy!
- No, it's quite all right, Margaret. - Sweet and low, dulcet, very ladylike.
You've got nerve to come back in your head-of-the-family manner...
...and make stands and strike attitudes and criticize my fiancé...
- ...give orders and mess things up-- - Stop it!
It's sickening, as if he'd done nothing at all!
Which happens to be the truth.
Anyway, it's not your affair, Tracy, if it concerns anyone.
Actually, I don't know whom it concerns, except your father.
That's very wise of you, Margaret.
Most wives fail to realize their husbands' philandering...
...has nothing whatever to do with them.
Then what has it to do with?
A reluctance to grow old, I think.
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 think a devoted young girl gives a man the illusion that youth is still his.
- Very important, I suppose. - Oh, very, very.
Without her, he might be inclined to go in search of his youth.
It'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, uncritical affection--
- None of which I've got. - None.
You have a good mind, a pretty face, a disciplined body doing what you tell it...
...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 Morrow, am I? - To a certain extent, I expect you are.
You coward!
No...
...but better that than a prig or a perennial spinster...
- ...however many marriages. - Seth!
- That's too much. - 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...
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.
Call my house. Tell them I'm on my way. You better come.
After all, you're the host...
- ... "Uncle Willie. " - That's over. You're yourself. So am I.
- Have you 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.
Thanks, Tracy. Thanks ever so much.
- Tracy, you must dress. - Let's all have a last drink.
- 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.
Mr. and Mrs. Lord, Miss Imbrie and I have something on our mind.
- 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 Imbrie.
Will you have cocktail or champagne?
Oh, champagne. I've never had enough.
You will tonight.
- I'd like to say-- - No, I have something to say.
- I am Seth Lord. - No!
- Then that makes you... - Available.
And you are Miss Imbrie of Spy magazine.
- Now you know. - I was going to tell you--
- Now, as to the reasons-- - Seth, we really ought to be early.
And who'll go with me in my little car?
Dinah and I. Seth, will you take Miss Imbrie and Mr. 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 Imbrie?
You know, I felt exactly as though I'd been pinched.
Don't you think you weren't.
You aren't even dressed.
You go ahead. I'll...
...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.
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. - 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.
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.
- Hey, you look fine. - I feel fine.
Good, good.
Oh, wait. Wait.
What was I saying?
Let's have a drink. Or would Kittredge spank?
- That's not what you were saying. - It isn't? All right.
Not what I was saying...
I know. Why do you wish your brother was here?
- He likes Kittredge? - Everybody likes Kittredge.
Everybody likes Kittredge.
Everybody except C.K. Dexter Haven?
- Come on, Connor. We'll have some wine. - We'll have 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?
It's just that a lot of things I always thought were terribly important...
...I find now are...
And the other way around...
Oh, what the dickens.
Connor, you're thirsty, and the night is young.
- Here we are, dear. - We'll have one more--
- Not you, I'm afraid, dear. - Why should you be afraid, George?
Wine never affects me, not in the slightest.
What she really wants, George, is another dance with you.
- Very well. - George, if it's that much of a chore--
- Not for me! - Oh, no, you've been too attentive.
George, please.
What will the neighbors think?
- The course of true love... - Gathers no moss.
- Bunny, where's Brenda? - She's with Gigs and Phee.
No, Brenda's with John.
Boy, champagne.
Just the bottle.
I'm going on a picnic.
You're leaving us?
- 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 Dexter Haven mansion. - Mr. Haven?
Front entrance.
C.K. Dexter Haven!
Oh, C.K. Dexter Haven!
C.K. Dexter Haven!
This is where Cinderella gets off.
Hurry back to the ball before you turn into a pumpkin and six white mice. Goodbye.
C.K. Dexter Haven.
Oh, C.K. Dexter Haven!
- What's up? - You are.
- I only hope it's worth it. Come on in. - I bring you greetings.
Cinderella's slipper.
It's called champagne. Champagne is a great leveler.
Leveler. It makes you my equal.
- Well, I wouldn't quite say that. - Well, almost my equal.
C.K. Dexter Haven, I would like to talk to you.
Well, 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?
- What's that, my book?! - Yes.
C.K. Dexter Haven, you have unsuspected depth.
- Oh, 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 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 know so little about her.
- Can't you? - No, I can't you.
I have the hiccups.
- I wonder if I might have another. - Certainly.
Thank you.
You know, Tracy's no ordinary woman...
...and you said 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 sort of like a-- She's sort of like a...
- A goddess? - No, no, no!
You said that word this afternoon. No.
No, she's...
She's sort of like a queen.
A radiant, glorious queen.
And you can't treat her like other women.
No, I suppose not.
- I imagine Kittredge appreciates all that. - Kittredge?!
Kittredge appreciates Kittredge!
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 Kidd.
And what's that make you worth, C.K. Dexter Haven?
- Bringing us down here? - You know why I did that.
To get even with my ex-bride. You told me yourself.
Doggone it, C.K. Dexter Haven, either I'm gonna sock you...
...or you're gonna sock me.
Shall we toss a coin?
You know, Kidd is just using you like he uses everybody else.
You don't know Kidd like I know him.
The guy's colossal. He's terrific.
- 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.
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?
- Why? - I might want to very much.
You see, 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.
Well, look, you use it with my blessings. I'm cooked. 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. I don't have to tell him where I got my facts, okay?
- Okay. - All right. Come on.
Now, shoot.
Peace medal. Boston.
The time: May 1938. The place: Boston, 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 moment entertaining this 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 Connor.
- Can you use a typewriter? - No, thanks, I have one at home.
Who's that?
Here was Sidney Kidd, ladies and gentlemen.
Kidd the good, Kidd the noble...
- Where's Kittredge? - People's choice?
His bride just dropped him at the gatehouse after a slight explosion.
- What, 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.
- You dictate to her and bring her home. - Aren't you coming?
- I've got to commit suicide first. - Going my way, miss?
- Miss Goddess to you. - Okay, Miss Goddess to me.
That champagne's funny stuff. I'm used to whiskey.
Whiskey is 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.
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 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--
Tracy Samantha...
Tracy...
...you can't marry that guy.
George?
I'm going to.
- Why not? - Well, I don't know.
I thought I'd be for it at first, but you just don't match up.
Then the fault's with me.
Maybe so, but all the same, you can't do it.
- No? - No.
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 Connor.
The time to make up your mind about people...
...is never.
Yes, you are. And a complete one.
- You're quite a girl. - You think?
- I know. - Thank you, professor.
- I don't think I'm exceptional. - You are.
I know any number like me.
- You ought to get around more. - Yes.
Within 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.
- Oh, 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.
The 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 frai--
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, haven't you?
What have classes to do with it? What do they matter except for people in them?
George comes from the so-called lower class, Dexter, the upper. Well?
Mac the night watchman is a prince, 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? - My mistake.
- Decidedly. You're insulting! - Sorry.
- Oh, don't apologize. - Well, who's apologizing?
I never knew such a man.
You wouldn't be likely to 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. I...
Mike, let's...
Yeah?
I don't know.
Go up, I guess. It's late.
The magnificence that comes out of your eyes and your voice...
...and the way you stand there and 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.
Why, you're the golden girl, Tracy, full of life and warmth and delight.
Well, what goes on? You've got tears in your eyes.
Shut up. Shut up.
Oh, Mike, keep talking, keep talking. Talk, will you?
No, no, I...
I've stopped.
Why?
Has your mind taken hold again, dear professor?
Good thing, don't you agree?
- No, professor. - Lay off that "professor" stuff.
- Now, do you hear me? - Yes, professor.
- It's really all I am to you? - Of course.
- Are you sure? - Why, yes, of course--
Golly.
- Golly Moses! - Tracy.
- Mr. Connor-- - Let me tell you--
- I've got the shakes. - It can't be love, can it?
No, no, it mustn't be. It can't.
- Would it be inconvenient? - Terribly.
Anyway, I know it isn't.
- We're out of our minds. - And into our hearts.
- That ought to have music. - It does, doesn't it? You're lovely.
It's as if my insteps were melting away.
What is it? Have I got feet of clay or something?
It's not far to the pool. It's just over the lawn, and it'll be lovely.
- You're tremendous. - Put me in your pocket, Mike.
Oh, I can't imagine what makes me so sleepy.
- Couldn't be the company, could it? - Well, it's you, Mr. Dexter.
- Hello, Mac. - I heard you were about.
- Any prowlers around? - No, no. No prowlers.
- Can Miss Imbrie get in this way? - If she can't, you can go in the back.
- Thanks, Mac. Good night. - Good night, sir.
Well, home after a hard day's blackmailing.
When are you gonna telephone Kidd?
In time to get him here for the wedding.
Why?
A sort of wedding present.
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 l always took a swim after a party.
Did you?
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?
He's still got a lot to learn.
I don't want to get in his way for a while.
- Okay? - Okay.
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.
Hey!
- Hello, Kittredge. - What are you doing here?
Friend of the family's. Dropped in for a chat.
Don't 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...
- I'd advise you to go to bed. - I don't want your advice.
- I'm staying here. - You're making a mistake.
- Somehow I don't think you'll understand. - You better leave that to--
What's that?
That's Mac, 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.
Don't stop, Mikey. Keep crooning.
- What is this? - 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.
- Now, look here, Connor-- - A likely story, Connor.
- What'd you say? - I said, a likely story.
- Listen-- - You'll be down directly?
- Yes, if you want. - I want.
Hello, Dexter.
Hello, George.
Hello, Mike.
Second door, top of the stairs. Don't wake Dinah.
My feet are made of clay, made of clay. Did you know? Good night, Mother.
How are the mighty fallen.
Well, 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...
The implications of what you saw, let us say.
Well, 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.
- Possible. - And you're a fool.
Well, that's quite possible.
- You won't be too hard on her? - I'll make up my own mind.
- We're all only human, you know. - You--
All of you, with your sophisticated ideas.
Ain't it awful?
Well?
Why, you low--
- Say, listen, what right have you--? - A husband's. Till tomorrow, Kittredge.
Oi. Oi, fella.
How do you feel?
- Now, look, if you think I-- - 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. Just as quiet as a church. - Who is it?
Doggone, I thought it might have been Mr. Kittredge.
Well, we can't have everything, Mac.
Good night.
Mr. Tracy.
Good grief, man, don't scream at me at the top of your voice.
Miss Dinah is waiting for you, sir.
Miss Dinah, waiting for me? Where and why?
Just outside the door. I don't know why.
This is one of those days which the pages of history teach us...
- ...are best spent lying in bed. - Yes, sir.
Uncle Willie!
Uncle Willie! Where are you going?
Back to bed unless you give me your oath you'll speak in a civilized tone.
I'll be quiet, Uncle Willie. It's so important that I see you.
Must we ride in that? 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?
Did the party last night give you bad dreams?
It wasn't any dream.
It's hard to tell once you've gone to sleep, isn't it?
Is it?
What, ho, the bride.
Tracy.
Hello.
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?
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 12.
Well, 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 your wedding day, remember? - Thanks loads. It's nice to have things--
- I wonder what this might be. - Looks terribly like a watch.
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-- - Here you are.
- But you weren't at the party. - Wasn't I?
- Were you? - Now, 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.
Should've taken a swim when you got home.
A swim?
There. Now they're open.
That was just the beginning, and it was no dream.
- Speaking of eye-openers-- - First sane remark I've heard today.
Come. I know a formula said to pop the 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. - Oh, Dinah.
I dreamed I got up and went over to the window.
Guess what I dreamed I saw coming out of the woods?
I haven't the faintest idea. A skunk?
Well, sort of.
- It was Mr. Connor. - Mr. Connor?
Yes. With his both 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? - Then after a while...
...I opened my door a crack, and there he was...
...still coming along with you, puffing like a steam engine.
- His wind can't be very good. - Then what?
- Then 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.
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.
- Dinah, you little fiend, how can you--? - Dinah.
- Your mother wants to have a look at you. - I look wonderful. I smell good too.
- Father? - Yes, Tracy?
I...
I'm glad you came back.
I'm glad you're here.
Why, thank you, child.
I'm sorry I'm...
Truly sorry I'm a disappointment to you.
I never said that, daughter...
...and I never will.
Good morning.
Hello.
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. You?
Marvelous. Have you ever seen a handsomer day?
Never, never. What did it set you back?
- I got it for nothing. For being a good girl. - Good, good.
Don't worry, l'm going.
Why should you?
Well, I guess you must have things you wish to discuss.
Only remember...
...it's getting late.
She's always trying to make situations.
Well.
- What's the matter with your chin? - Chin?
- Does it show very much? - A little. What happened?
I guess I stuck it out too far.
Into a door in the dark?
Yes, yes. That's it. Tracy, what about you? You all right?
Me? Oh, of course.
Why shouldn't I be?
Well, 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 had a simply wonderful evening.
- I hope you enjoyed it too. - I enjoyed the last part of it.
Really?
Why especially the last?
Well, Tracy, are you asking me?
- Oh, you mean the swim. - Well...
We did swim...
...and so forth, didn't we?
- Mike. - Oh, Tracy, darling.
- Mike. - What can I say? Tell me, darling.
Not anything. Don't say anything, and especially not "darling. "
- Then you're going through with it? - With what?
The wedding.
Why shouldn't I?
Well, I made a funny discovery.
In spite of the fact somebody's up from the bottom...
...he can still be a heel.
And even though somebody else is born to the purple...
...he can still be a very nice guy.
Well, 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 l have?
- Tracy, you're wonderful. - You don't know what I mean.
I'm asking you. Tell me straight out. Tell me the reason I should have had.
No, don't.
Just tell me what time is it?
What...?
Oh, I wonder what happened to my wristwatch.
Why, is it broken?
I must have 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 it would pop up here, isn't it?
Hey, what about an eye-opener, huh?
My eyes are opened.
- Go ahead and get one if you want. - I think I will.
All right.
Yes, yes.
No, just give Mr. Kittredge a message. Tell him he'd better start immediately.
Thank you.
- Are you one of the musicians? - No.
Of course. You're Junius' 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.
Oh, dear.
- 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? - We'll have it out after the wedding.
- Is that an alcoholic beverage? - Yes. Why?
- For me? - It's for Tracy. Want one?
I'd sell my grandmother for a drink. You know 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. It removes the sting.
Oh, Dext, don't say that.
- Well, why not, Red? - Nothing will. Nothing ever can.
Oh, Dext, I...
I've done the most terrible thing to you.
To me?
Oh, I doubt that. I doubt it very much, dear.
- You don't know. You don't know. - Well, maybe I shouldn't, huh?
But you must. You've got to. I couldn't stand it if you didn't.
Dext, 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.
We've got to tell him.
If he's got brains, he'll see what a fool he made of himself.
How? Hello, George? This--
I don't care whether it's bad luck or not, I've got to see you before the wedding.
What? No, I didn't get it.
Right, right. Come on the run.
- He sent a note over at 10:00. - 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.
Well, that's no good. That's not even conversation.
But never in my life...
...not if I...
...live to be 100, will I 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.
It was beautiful.
And sweet, Dext.
Yes, yeah.
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.
Oh, you were good at the brightwork, though.
I made her shine.
Where is she now?
I'm gonna sell it to Ruth Watress.
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.
Well, 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.
What am I supposed to think when I...?
Oh, I don't know.
I don't know anything anymore.
That sounds very hopeful, Red.
That sounds just fine.
Tracy?
We're almost ready.
Stand up, dear. Turn around.
Oh, yes, it's lovely. I'm glad we decided against--
You shouldn't be here.
Against the blue one, dear. Now, no games, Dexter.
George will be right over. I just phoned. Here's a note he sent this morning.
Oh, dear, doesn't everything look lovely?
Dr. Parsons.
Tracy?
Mr. Kittredge hasn't arrived yet, Dr. Parsons.
I want you to meet Tracy's grandmother.
Now, Tracy, don't sit down again until after the ceremony.
Dexter, they phoned from your house that a Mr. Kidd was there.
I was to tell you that he's reading it. Whatever on earth 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:
"I want you to know you will always be my friend...
...but your conduct was so shocking to my ideals of womanhood-- "
No, don't go. You might as well hear it too.
"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 an explanation before going through with our 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 sincer-- "
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've none.
You better just say good riddance, George.
- It isn't easy, you know. - I don't see why.
- Say something, stupid. - Just wait a minute.
What for?
On the eve of your wedding, an affair.
I agree. I'll tell you again, good riddance to me.
- Your attitude is 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 that this so-called affair...
- ...consisted of two kisses and a swim. - Thanks, Mike, but--
Which I enjoyed, and the memory of which I wouldn't part with for anything.
- It's no use, Mike. - After which I placed Tracy on her bed...
...and promptly returned down here to you two, which doubtless you remember.
Doubtless, without a doubt.
- You mean 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. 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 Imbrie.
I can appreciate that. It was hard for me too, at first.
- Oh, Liz, I-- - Oh, it's all right.
We all go haywire at times.
And if we don't, maybe we ought to.
Liz...
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.
But if it hadn't been for that drink, 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.
Seems you didn't think well of yourself.
That's the odd thing, George.
I'd have hoped you'd think better of me than I did.
I'm not going to quibble. 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.
Oh, you look lovely, Miss Tracy.
All our very best wishes.
I wish you'd let me know when you invite people to Tracy's weddings.
- Why? What happened, darling? - A Mr. Kidd is here, says he knows you.
Sidney Kidd is here himself?
What else did Sidney Kidd have to say?
He sent the strangest message. He said, "Tell Haven he wins. Tell him I'm licked. "
- Wins what, Dexter? - Well, it's--
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...
...goodbye, George.
- I don't understand you. - Please.
- Look-- - You're too good for me.
- You're 100 times too good. - I never--
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've 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?
Old Parsons, he's never seen Kittredge, has he?
Now, look, I got you into this thing and I'll get you out of it.
Will you marry me, Tracy?
No, Mike.
Thanks, but...
...nope.
I've never asked a girl to marry me before. l'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 l'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 you? There'll be a reaction.
Cheer up, Red. It'll be all right. You've been got out of jams before.
- Been got out of them, did you say? - Certainly. Don't worry, you always have.
- Tracy. - Mother--
We've seen George. It's all right, dear.
Your father will make an announcement.
Is there anything special you want me to say?
No, no. I'll say it.
Whatever it is, I'll say it. I won't be got out of anything anymore, thanks.
I...
Hello. Good morning.
Stop that music.
I'm terribly sorry to have kept you waiting...
...but there's been a slight hitch in the proceedings.
l've made a terrible fool of myself, which isn't unusual...
...and my fiancé-- My fiancé that was, that is...
...he thinks we better call it a day, and I quite agree with him.
Peace, it's wonderful.
Dexter, Dexter, what next?
"Two years ago, I did you out of a wedding by eloping to Maryland. "
Two years ago, you were invited...
Now, dear, just a loan. Here, put this ring in your vest pocket.
- Don't have a vest. - Then hold it in your hand.
- "Which was bad manners. " - Which was bad manners.
"I hope to make it up to you by going through with it now. "
But I hope to make it up to you by--
By going beautifully through with it now...
...as originally and most beautifully planned.
- "So if you'll keep your seats... " - So if you'll keep your seats...
- That's all. - That's all.
- Are you sure? - I'll risk it. Will you?
You bet.
You didn't do it to soften the blow or save my face?
- It's a nice little face. - I'll be yare now. I'll promise.
Be whatever you like. Are you all set?
- All set. - Best man?
Honored, C.K.
- Maid of honor? - Matron of honor. Remember Joe Smith.
Oh, how did this ever happen?
Better tell Mr. Dutton to start the music.
This can't be happening. It can't. But come with me.
- Let's get in there. Got the ring? - Yeah. We look like stowaways.
See you soon, Red.
See you soon, Dext.
- Tracy, darling. - I love you, Father.
- I love you too, Tracy. - Never 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 lived through all this before in another life.
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