Carrie Page #5

We can marry right away, just as soon

as we get to New York. Trust me.

I've gambled on your loving me.

If you don't, Carrie,

you must get off now.

But if you do...

If you do love me...

All aboard.

All aboard.

- What's the matter?

- Columbia.

- What?

- My dog. I left him.

He'll be all right.

He'll look for me.

He'll want to follow me.

It's a long walk to New York

for a little dog.

Carrie.

Did you nap?

No, I couldn't.

I've been looking out the window.

- What have you been doing?

- I've been out on business bent.

I went to the post office,

and then I went to a couple

of little restaurants, snooping,

and then I decided I needed a new hat.

We're going to the theatre,

and I want to look my best.

- Is it a nice hat?

- Madame Louise thought so.

Who?

Oh, George.

- It's not for me.

- Well, it's not for me.

Put it on.

No, my hair isn't right. Wait a minute.

Are you happy, my Carrie?

Happy? George, look at me.

Look at where we are.

I'm Mrs George Hurstwood

of New York City.

Mr Hurstwood?

You're a hard man to find.

My name is Allen.

Western Bonding Company.

How much have you got left?

This is a personal matter

between Mr Fitzgerald and myself.

And me.

Mr Fitzgerald has my personal note

for the amount. I consider it a loan.

And we consider it grand larceny.

I'm so sorry. Here's your note.

Unacceptable.

- Why?

- No collateral.

I've got $18,000

in the banks in Chicago.

I have stocks. I've got my house...

We tried to get it out of your wife.

She'll see you rot in jail, Hurstwood.

How much have you got left?

I have an opportunity

to buy into a business.

In a year, I could refund.

- Has she got it?

- Who?

You know...

- I have 6,000.

- Out of ten? No.

Let's go and meet the desk sergeant.

I'll see that Fitzgerald gets every cent.

But you're no better than a burglar,

and I've gotta take you in.

If you tell me you've blown a few hundred

and come up with the bulk, I'll listen.

Take your time.

Good evening, sir.

Well?

- I have 9,000.

- And how many hundreds?

- Three.

- Five?

- I told you, three.

- 9300. Go get it.

- Will you wait here?

- That's pretty good.

No, I'll go with you. I get lonesome.

This is Mr Allen, Carrie.

- How do?

- How do you do, Mr Allen?

Is it under the rug?

- I'll be right back.

- Won't you sit down, Mr Allen?

I would, but I...

I'm as nervous as a cat.

No back doors, fire escapes or ropes.

Say, it's a nice little nest you got here.

Are you connected with the hotel?

Yeah.

We're enjoying our stay here.

Yeah. My home office figured that.

- Here are the papers.

- Fine. Let's take a look.

Outside, Mr Allen, please.

He might be sending me home

with a Bell telephone book.

Well, you've still got your health. And...

I'll give you a receipt,

just to keep it honest.

Of course, this isn't generally known.

- Is it?

- The theft?

A couple of fellas

in Medicine Hat don't know about it.

Any robbery over $1,000,

we automatically inform all our clients.

You ought to know that.

You ran a first-class restaurant.

We bond about every place like it

in the country.

Say, tell me, I'm just curious.

Why does a fella like you

do a thing like that?

The receipt.

Cigar?

No offence. Just trying to be social.

Goodbye.

I didn't like him very much.

Who was he, George?

Was he laughing at me?

George?

Just stand there.

George.

George, what is it?

Who was that man?

What's the matter?

George, you must tell me.

I want to.

Carrie, do you love me very much?

Of course I do.

- What are you worried about?

- About that.

An awful lot depends on it now.

Why?

I'm broke.

Darling, I thought something

really terrible had happened.

Will you stay with me and trust me?

Will you go on loving me?

Why, we're married. I'm your wife.

Carrie, that's not enough.

- Are you sorry you married me?

- Darling.

Try to understand it, darling.

We've got less than $50.

I owed a lot of money in Chicago.

I paid it back today.

- To Mr Allen?

- Yes.

But I'm still rich.

I've got my love for you.

It's you I fear for. What have you got?

I've got you, George.

You'll have a fine position in no time.

I'll look for

a cheap apartment tomorrow.

We'll manage. You'll see.

- Have I the time...

- All our lives, my darling.

...to start again?

Pick 'em up, Gus.

- More butter here, Jack.

- Butter.

Listen, I'm handling four tables.

You know where the butter is.

All right, Jack. All right.

Eight-fifty, $8.75, $9.

Nine dollars and ten cents.

That's $1.80... Eighty.

$1.80 each.

Funny thing about head waiters,

the things they won't pick up

and the things they will.

Hey, Rockefeller.

I wanna talk to you.

Hey, George. For Mr Slawson.

You never told me you worked

for Fitzgerald's in Chicago.

Well, I'll have to let you go.

I guess you know why.

- Give me that ball.

- No, I got it first.

Bobbie, come here this minute

or you know what you'll get.

I'm home, Carrie.

- Where are you?

- I'm in here, George.

- How's my girl?

- Fine.

- How are you?

- Fine.

We had a very good lunch trade today.

I'm glad.

- What did you do?

- I walked over to Gramercy Park.

They have a fence around it and it's

locked. It's only for the neighbours.

But it's lovely. Nurses and children there.

We'll live in a neighbourhood like

that. We won't stay here for ever.

I didn't mean that.

- There must be a hole in it.

- I took two dollars. I had to.

I paid our bill at the grocery, and gave

Mr Blum a little for the cleaning.

You're so quick to pay them.

Let them wait.

They can't wait. They need the money

just as much as we do.

I can't buy food and things

and not pay for them. It's not honest.

- What do you mean?

- It's like stealing.

Shut up!

Carrie.

Carrie, darling.

I'm sorry.

- Carrie, please listen to me.

- What is it?

I'm desperate. I've got to get out of this.

If I could get $1,000 saved, to get

out of this, to get a place of my own.

If it was mine,

I could build it into something.

How can we save $1,000

out of what you make?

I did it once. I bought a house.

I raised children. I lived well.

- Nobody lived better.

- Stop talking about the past.

What good is it?

Let's take what comes,

but let's not worry so.

Take this? Live like this?

George.

Will you do me a favour?

Will you go to the store for me?

I'll get your coat.

Get a bottle of milk,

your newspaper and a cigar.

Carrie.

You're wonderful, Carrie.

Hello? Hello?

- Mrs Oransky?

- Yes?

- Can I come over?

- Sure.

- Hello.

- Hello, Carrie.

- Can I take her out?

- Sure.

- Did you have the baby in this flat?

- Sure. Him too.

- Did it cost a lot of money?

- For what?

I don't know. Doctors, clothes.

No.

You?

That's fine.

Ought to be very pretty baby.

If I was back home,

I'd know more about what to do.

- Is it very different here in the city?

- It's the same all over.

You keep them cool in the summer

and warm in the winter. They get along.

George? Are you back?

- Where were you?

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