Carrie Page #3

You're not comfortable without a shaker

or a bottle in your hand, are you?

- Hello, Pop.

- Hello, George.

Now, you're not going out

at this hour.

Those friends of yours can hold up

the side of the drugstore without you.

- You've been fighting again.

- No.

How'd you make out today?

Fine. I made the semi-finals.

Won three straight sets.

Six-four, eight-six, six-love.

Good boy.

Pop. I thought maybe...

I'd like to meet some of the fellas.

Go see the tennis coach

about the match tomorrow.

Don't put me in the middle, George.

That was a lie, Pop.

I don't wanna see the tennis coach.

I've got a girl.

What girl?

Just a girl.

She's awful pretty.

You can see her tomorrow.

But she's waiting for me.

You're lucky.

Go on.

Thanks. Gee, thanks, Pop.

- Oh, Mr Hurstwood.

- Good afternoon.

- How do you do?

- I brought you a book.

Thank you.

The Complete Hoyle, for your protection.

If Charlie thinks a king should

take an ace, look in the book.

- Is he home?

- Charlie left for Duluth this morning.

Oh, I thought he said

he wasn't leaving until Friday.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Did you find someone

to take to the theatre?

No, there isn't anyone I can ask.

- Would you ask me?

- Why, yes.

What have you there?

A play they're doing

at the club where Charlie belongs.

- Do you play in it?

- No, Charlie does.

- He plays a friend of the duke.

- That's Charlie, everybody's friend.

- Does he carry a sword?

- No, he wears a hat with a long feather.

There's that. I guess

that'll be just as deadly.

Isn't there a part in it

for a pretty girl?

- Yes, there's Gwendolyn.

- Is she very pretty?

Yes, she's supposed to be.

Why don't you try for it?

I'd call that good casting.

No, I'd be scared.

Gwendolyn talks so... so nice. Besides,

I've never even been to a theatre.

- Maybe I could help you.

- How?

Well, let's see.

First act. First scene.

Mr Hurstwood,

you were kind

when you called me Mrs Drouet.

I don't know what you...

what Charlie said to you.

- I don't know what you think of me.

- I think you're very lovely.

I try to behave

as if I were Mrs Drouet.

I will always behave that way.

Thank you for the book

and for coming to call on us.

I've offended you.

I'm deeply sorry.

I've forgotten how to behave.

Charlie and I will always be glad

to see you, Mr Hurstwood.

Thank you.

And will you forgive me?

Yes.

May I still take you

to the theatre Friday...

...as Mrs Drouet?

Thank you.

"Thank you, no" or "thank you, yes"?

Yes.

It's Mr Fitzgerald. He's in the office.

- Put a bottle of Mumms on ice for me.

- Yes, sir.

Good evening, Mr Fitz.

Hello, George.

- Much of a crowd after dinner?

- I suppose average.

I went to a theatre. Saw a fine show.

Camille.

- With Julia?

- No.

How is Julia?

- Fine.

- Well, I'm glad to hear it.

I've been in every night this week

and haven't found you once.

Does it look as if

business was suffering?

I didn't mean it that way. I thought

perhaps something was wrong at home.

Nothing wronger than usual.

Count your blessings one by one,

then you'll see what the Lord has done.

Here are your blessings.

Would you like to lock them up?

George, what is it you want?

What are you looking for?

Everything.

I don't like to hear that kind of talk

from a man your age. It's dangerous.

Nobody has everything.

You've got as much as anybody I know.

A nice home, good position

as long as you want it, two fine children.

And after all, Julia's a sterling wife.

Wait. I want to put something

in my compartment.

Been playing poker, Mr Fitz?

Say, this is set for 11 o'clock.

Fitz, I never need cash

before 11 in the morning.

All right.

Sometimes it does a lot of good

to talk things over

with an older and wiser head.

Want to walk me home?

- There's nothing to talk about.

- George.

That Camille...

That isn't a burlesque show, is it?

No, Fitz. No, it isn't.

Well... a man in the liquor business

can't be too careful. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Franklin and Pine.

Excuse me.

I didn't know it was taken.

Franklin and Pine.

Never mind, Joe.

- Were you lonesome?

- Yes.

Good. So was I.

George. Mr Hurstwood.

George.

During the play, I looked at you once

and your eyes were filled with tears.

Of course, I cried like a baby.

I always do at Camille.

Carrie.

Why didn't she tell him the truth?

Then he wouldn't have left her...

...and maybe she wouldn't have died.

Carrie, I've got to see you again.

I don't know.

Does he come home tomorrow?

- Yes.

- What will happen to me?

I can never thank you enough.

What for?

The happiest week of my life?

Does it end?

Do you love him, Carrie?

When you're poor, it gets all mixed up.

You like the people

who are good to you.

Do you love him?

Carrie.

I want you more than

I ever wanted anything in my life.

I should have waited until I met you.

But I didn't, and now I'm not free.

Will you meet me tomorrow?

How can I? He's coming in

on the morning train from Duluth.

What time?

He'll be here by 11.

Carrie... don't leave me.

I must.

- Is that clock right?

- Just about.

- Why can't it be exact?

- Yes, sir.

- Put oil on that.

- Yes, sir.

- Morning.

- Morning, Mr Brant.

- Little rye.

- Yes, sir.

- That was quite a train wreck.

- Where?

Out in Seattle.

Worst wreck they've had in years.

Western Express

jumped the track on a curve.

This paper says there are

four dead and 20 injured.

- Gus, come in here a minute.

- Yes, sir.

I want you to go out

to Ogden Avenue with a note.

- You've got to be there before 11.

- Very well, sir.

Hi. Here I am. The weary traveller,

home to his castle.

- Did you miss me?

- Hello, Charlie.

Did I miss you!

But not too much.

A waitress in the American House

in Rocky Falls

thought your Charlie was just about it.

I was only teasing.

No, she wouldn't stand a chance.

- Charlie, I've got to go out.

- What for? I just got in.

- My sister. I've got to see her.

- Something wrong?

- I don't know. I'll find out.

- Wait a minute. What's up?

Who's important, Minnie or the master?

- I'll go with you.

- No.

All right,

but meet me for lunch, 12.30?

- Yes.

- All right. Fitzgerald's.

Couldn't we go some other place?

Sure. Where?

- I don't know.

- Fine. Fitzgerald's at 12.30.

Am I gonna pack it in!

I've been eating Indian food.

Baked dog.

I got presents for you.

Silk things. Wow!

- You came.

- Did you think I wouldn't?

I didn't know. I didn't know

if you'd want to enough.

I wanted to.

There.

Now you're all right.

- Did he get back?

- Yes.

I can't live without you.

You know that, don't you?

I don't want you to live without me.

Carrie... leave him.

Come with me, will you?

Yes.

Say you love me.

I love you with all my heart.

I want to say something to you and

then never talk about it again, George.

- What is it?

- About Charlie.

I'm so ashamed of the way I've lived.

That's over, Carrie.

We don't have to talk about it, ever.

But I promise you,

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