Dodsworth Page #3

Don't leave me and go trekking

all over the continent.

Stay in London.

I should miss you so terribly.

You don't mean that,

and I don't want you to mean it.

You're so wrong, Fran dear.

Some, I assure you,

have never been given a chance.

I shouldn't be human

if I didn't love hearing that.

Really. Really, Clyde,

that's a very silly thing to do.

I don't think I like it.

If you don't mind my saying,

I find you extraordinarily attractive.

Don't you think you and I, perhaps,

have been seeing too much of each other?

My dear Fran, dismiss that idea

from your mind at once...

and come and have lunch with me

in London tomorrow.

I most certainly shall not have luncheon

with you in London tomorrow...

and I shall say good night now.

Can't you think of anything more

cheerful to say than just good night?

Couldn't you say, "Good night, Clyde,"

or even, "Good night, Clyde dear"?

Good night is all

I'm inclined to say.

You're taking

a wickedly unfair advantage of me.

I only thought I was doing

what was expected of me.

- What I expected of you?

- Not you alone, Fran.

There's a tradition

about this sort of thing.

I thought civilized people knew

where an innocent flirtation stops.

For a civilized woman who's

been married as long as you have...

you're making a great deal

of a small matter.

It's not a small matter to me.

I offer you

my most abject apology.

If I might offer you

one small word of advice...

give up starting things

you're not prepared to finish.

It's quite evident they only

lead you out of your depth.

You think I'm not equal

to your impudence?

Look at the exhibition

you're making of yourself.

I?

Any modern schoolgirl

could compete with this situation.

You've got the most childish

misconception of yourself.

You think you're a woman of the world,

and you're nothing of the sort.

If I should send for the steward to have

you put out, my husband will hear of it.

He most certainly will.

I shall make an enormous noise.

Good night, Captain.

- Oh, hello.

- Hello.

- Well, this is a good connection.

- You're not going?

Yes, I've got to tuck in now.

- Nightcap before you go?

- No, thank you. I've got to pack.

- We'll be seeing you.

- Yes, that's right.

- Sure you won't have lunch tomorrow?

- Quite sure.

That's too bad. I think you would

have enjoyed that lunch. Well...

He's not so bad.

He's fresh, but he's not so bad.

Why, darling?

Why, darling, what is it?

What is it, darling, huh?

I've never been so furious

in my life.

- About Lockert?

- Don't speak that rotter's name.

- What did he do?

- He insulted me.

- How far did he go?

- He said things to me, Sam...

He said things...

I can't bear it.

Well, I suppose it's up to me

to go up and shoot him.

Don't joke!

I would feel like a fool. You and I

are not up to this sort of thing.

It kind of makes us

look like the hicks we are.

It does, and it's your own fault

for leading him on.

- I suppose I'm to blame.

- You must have given him some excuse.

You have been flirting with him.

You've got such a sweet way of bawling

me out in front of him, he'd conclude...

I never said a word to embarrass you

in all my life.

I've always been loyal to you.

You'll be sorry for this.

- Fran, I'm tired.

- Don't you think I'm tired too?

All right then, we're both tired.

There were some cigarettes

here somewhere.

Here they are.

- Sam?

- Yeah?

Don't let's go to England at all.

What? We're there now.

I want to go over to France

right away.

I'm so ashamed of this Lockert business.

I'm ashamed way deep down inside me.

What difference does that make?

I want to go to England. I've got

a date to look at automobile factories...

I can't stay in England with that man

laughing at me and saying...

What? That you kicked him out?

That's not what he'll say.

Silly.

Yeah?

You've got to take care of me.

You really have, Sam.

I don't trust myself.

I'm afraid of myself.

- You're afraid, sweetheart?

- Yes, I am.

I'm just a wooly American

like you after all.

If you ever catch me trying

to be anything else, will you beat me?

Well, will I have

to beat you very long at a time?

Oh, Sam, come in

and finish your breakfast.

You know, Fran, when you think of it,

that's a thrill, a real thrill.

Down there where the obelisk stands,

that's where the guillotine used to be.

That's where that what's-her-name?

That Madam Roland said...

"O Liberty, what crimes

are committed in thy name!"

Only in French.

That's where Madam...

Marie Antoinette had her head cut off.

Sammy darling, I've said good morning

to the obelisk for the last time.

From now on, I'm just gonna pretend

it isn't there at all.

Okay. Well, what are

your plans for today?

My plans? I don't know.

What are yours?

- I'm going to look at Napoleon's tomb.

- You'll love that, I'm sure.

- Come with me?

- This morning?

I'm afraid I can't. I have a fitting

at 11:
00 and the hairdresser's at 11:30.

Rene de Penable is fetching me.

Oh, see who that is, will you?

Hello?

Okay, send her up.

- Who's that?

- It's Madame de Penable.

Oh, I must hurry. Sammy, put on

your coat. This is much too domestic.

And put the cover

on the ham and the eggs.

I simply cannot understand how anyone

can eat the breakfast you do.

Here in France, they've learned

the wisdom of beginning the day fasting.

In the few weeks I've been here,

I've learned it myself.

But you still eat the breakfast

you do at home.

- I still got the same insides.

- Yes, I'm afraid you have.

- Is that my Petite Parisienne?

- No, that's my Paris Herald.

What good does

your patootie do me?

- Oh, meet me for lunch?

- No, I can't.

Rene's giving it to me at the Ritz.

Well, how about meeting me

at the Caf de la Paix at 4:00?

Well, Sammy, I'll try.

- All right. Bye.

- Good-bye.

Good morning. The first on the list

today is Napoleon's tomb.

- How's the French coming?

- Fine!

Yesterday I said

to a taxi driver...

And he understood me.

Oh, excuse me.

My guidebook.

You just don't know Sam.

He's really very sweet.

There he comes now.

- Arnold!

- Rene, so glad to see you.

And this, Mrs. Dodsworth,

is Mr. Arnold Iselin.

How do you do?

What brings you back

from Dublin so soon?

- I hope it wasn't business.

- No, nothing so vulgar as business.

- Who is that?

- That is the Comtesse De La Villalonga.

- Tea?

- Yes, thank you.

I really think I ought to go

and speak with her.

May I leave you in Mr. Iselin's

most excellent care?

Rene has the most amusing friends,

doesn't she?

And the most charming.

How much?

- More tea?

- Yes, thank you.

You know, I never thought

I'd find Paris so exciting.

What can I do to find myself

a part of your Paris?

Come and dine with us tomorrow.

You free?

Of course.

I tell you, it was very interesting.

Yes, sir.

Then I went inside and

looked at the tomb where he lies.

There we were, Napoleon

and Sam Dodsworth of Zenith together.

Excuse me, my dear Fran,

I really must be going.

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