Club Havana Page #3

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Oh, that.

It's just some champagne.

But champagne will leave a spot

if you don't wash it off.

It'll just take a minute.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Cavendish.

You were saying...

This will be my last husband,

I think.

He's rather stupid, but we'll get along.

And he goes well with

my early American furniture.

Yes, he goes very well

with the furniture.

Well, I shan't need

those sleeping pills any longer.

Do you have insomnia?

Yes, but when I can't sleep

at night now,

at least I'll have a partner

for gin rummy.

Money is a wonderful asset.

That's all a woman needs

to compete with beauty it seems.

If she has money.

And if she has enough.

What a character!

- May I have a glass of water, Hetty?

- Certainly.

- Here you are.

- Thank you, Hetty.

- Thank you, Hetty.

- Mrs. Lineker, this is 20 dollars!

Buy yourself something,

to remember me by.

You want to leave now, Ros?

Let's stay a little bit longer,

do you mind?

Of course not.

And let's have one last glass

of champagne, shall we?

Why not.

- Mr. and Mrs. Kingston!

- Good evening, Charles.

Your table is waiting for you.

This way, please.

It's a pleasure to have you

with us again.

- I suppose he means... together.

- No doubt.

You know, I haven't been here

more than twice since our separation.

Really?

I've been here quite often.

I hated the sight of the place,

on account of the memories.

So did I.

Thank you, Charles.

Only, I did come once in a while.

- To see if you were here.

- Darling.

Darling.

- We are being particularly sentimental.

- Maybe so, but I like it.

You always did make me feel...

sentimental, Suzie.

- Not always.

- Now, now.

We promised to let bygones

be bygones.

I'm sorry.

It's gay here tonight.

Darling...

Now, don't interrupt them

for a while.

I don't think they're interested

in food at the moment.

They are quite old to be romantic.

They've been husband and wife

for 11 years.

- Really, Monsieur?

- Yes.

They were separated about

a year ago, but...

Now I think they're going

to be reconciled.

Habits are hard to break.

And desire.

I used to wonder what we'd do

if we ever met.

Wether we'd just say "Hello, Willy",

"Hello, Suzie",

very casually and then pass by

or even pretend not see each other.

I know, that worried me a lot too.

- And then, I did see you once.

- You did? Where?

At the theatre, you were with

a foreign looking fellow.

That must have been Orlando,

or Rhett, maybe Andre.

- I didn't see you.

- I ducked, so you wouldn't.

I felt kind of sick and lost inside.

Darling.

You know, even when I was hating you

the most, I was still in love with you.

- Really?

- Of course.

I know it's hard for you to believe,

but I never stopped loving you either.

I do believe you.

I didn't at first,

but after Doctor Pearson

explained to me...

- Dr. Pearson? Who is he?

- A famous psychiatrist.

He said your trouble

was your age.

Lots of men who've been steady going

and dependable all their lives,

act a little peculiar after

they've passed 40.

Baloney! How does he know?

He never saw me in his life.

He doesn't have to see

a person to tell.

He's an authority on human behaviour.

That's ridiculous! There was

nothing wrong with my behaviour.

You just didn't realize it, darling.

He said it comes on so gradually,

a man doesn't know it.

- What comes on?

- Your second childhood.

That's a big lie!

The man is obviously a quack!

I'll tell you what was the matter.

We were in a rut.

You were beginning to get on

my nerves and I...

I didn't think

you'd say things like this,

or I'd have never considered

to meet you tonight.

I've been able to afford more and better

clothes on the separation settlement

you are paying me than I ever could

when I was living with you.

I have more time to devote

to things I enjoy.

More invitations to shows,

parties, weekends.

I'm living at a hotel,

where somebody else has to fret

about the servants and the marketing.

I get my breakfast served

to me in bed.

I have hours

to fritter away every day

in beauty parlours, dress shops

or just gadding.

Why, Suzie!

I haven't had a worry or care

since our separation.

So you don't think I'm going back

to that humdrum life, do you?

Humdrum!

Suzie, don't you love me any more?

I suppose so.

But if I come back to you, Willy,

is going to be on my terms.

Your terms...

He's still here.

What are you going to do?

I'll be right back.

Club Havana.

Who?

I'll have him paged.

Page Mr. Moreland.

Myrtle, will you get me

Miami 46464, please?

Miami 46464.

OK, Jimmy, take booth 1.

Hello? I'd like to speak

to Captain Hagedone, please.

About the Dumont case.

He didn't give his name, but he wants

to talk to you about the Dumont murder.

OK, Casey.

Hagedone speaking.

I have some information

about the Dumont case.

- Well, what is it?

- I can break Joe Reed's alibi.

Sure about that?

Yes, you saw him coming down

the fire escape.

What time was that?

Yes, that checks.

Well, why don't you come in

and tell me all about it?

I'm not coming any place

till Joe Reed is in jail.

I'm not taking the chance on his

finding out that I put the finger on him.

OK, OK.

Supposing I make a deal with you.

I'll pick Reed up tonight and then you'll

come in later and tell us the whole story.

Swell.

He's at the Club Havana now, eh?

That'll save us the trouble

of looking for him.

Are you sure you don't want

to give us your name?

OK, OK.

I'll pick Reed up within the hour.

See you later.

Thanks, Myrtle.

Club Havana.

Table for three?

What's the name, please?

Yes, Mrs. Dorey, thank you.

Reservation.

And page Joe Reed.

Another reservation.

I have a call for Mr. Reed.

Over there.

- Did you phone the police?

- Yes, I hope they get here in a hurry.

Look, Isabelita.

I think he got a phone call.

I don't like the look of it.

Relax, I'll be right back.

- Joe, you're in trouble.

- Yeah?

The phone call was just a stall,

you've got to get out of here fast.

What are you talking about?

I listened in on a call to the police.

They're coming for you.

- Who made the call?

- Jimmy Medford, the piano player.

He says he saw you up

at Julia Dumont's place.

He won't give them his name and

he won't talk until they jail you.

- OK, baby.

- Joe, it's not true.

- You weren't with her, were you?

- Of course not, the guy is crazy.

There wasn't anything between

you and Julia, was there, Joe?

Tell me the truth.

I said there wasn't.

- How many times do I have to tell you?

- Sure, Joe.

You've got to get away.

I'll give that girl some excuse.

Forget it.

I'm in the clear.

And don't worry about that girl either.

She doesn't mean a thing.

They never do mean a thing,

do they, Joe?

I've got to make a call.

Give me Miami 88427.

Sure.

Hello, Ace.

Get over to the Club Havana

right away.

Meet me at the beach.

I'll be waiting for you.

OK.

What's the matter, Ros?

Are you alright?

- Quite alright, darling.

- Are you sure?

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