Dodsworth Page #4

Really?

Good night.

Sam, get Rene's wraps for her,

will you?

So sorry it's been so dull.

We'd much better have celebrated my

birthday as I wanted at some nightclub.

But Sam always persists in taking care

that I don't get tired.

Tired.

Here we are.

I hadn't realized

it was your birthday.

No? Wish I hadn't.

No woman enjoys getting to be 35.

When you're my age, you look back

on 35 as a most agreeable time of life.

I hope I look as young as you do

when I'm your age.

You're almost sure to, my dear.

I must get my coat too.

I left my coat

in the garde-robe below.

Good night, Baron. Thank you so much

for your sweet flowers.

Phone me up tomorrow.

Perhaps we can dine somewhere for tea.

I'd love to.

Sam, will you put

Rene and the baron in the lift?

Sure, be glad to.

- Well, I'm glad you did.

- Have you been to the opera?

Smoke another cigarette.

It has been very charming.

Then come and dine with us again.

You and your husband

must come to me next.

Are you free Tuesday?

Shall we say 8:
00?

Quai Voltaire,

straight over the river.

What a charming address.

We shall look forward to it.

Nerves, dear lady, nerves.

I'm poor in so many ways.

So many.

- Thank you so much, Mrs. Dodsworth.

- I suppose we won't be seeing you again.

I'm really off to Italy

in the morning.

My dear, don't.

What?

You're so charming.

Well, you're not going?

Yes, I stole a bit of your letter paper

to write my address in Italy on it.

- It's near Naples.

- We'll use it when we're your way.

- Please do.

- Good night. Bon voyage.

Thank you. Good night.

- I must be going too.

- Good night.

You were saying something

about the first Benz car.

Another night. That will keep.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

You like that woman, don't you?

You thought she was the most

distinguished-Iooking woman on the boat.

Seems a frump in Paris.

Unfasten me, will you?

I'm always glad to see your friends,

even the not particularly amusing ones.

Don't you think we've

had about enough of Paris?

In a month? My dear Sam.

Don't you think it's about time

we're beating it back home?

Home? No, I should think not.

I want to see lots more of Europe.

So do I, but we could get in a couple

of months in the Mediterranean...

and Germany and still

catch an August sailing.

I want to see Venice and Rome.

Still planning your sightseeing tours,

Sammy dear?

I don't see much percentage

in sitting here on my...

Bring me my cold cream, will you,

Sammy? It's in the bathroom.

We got to begin

making plans pretty soon.

Why don't you go home?

- Without you?

- Yeah.

Get yourself a new lease on life

and come back here and join me.

Why don't ya?

I wouldn't want

to go home without you.

I can see you're not

enjoying yourself in Paris.

I'm only thinking

of your pleasure.

If you've got a mind, you wouldn't ask

me to leave. I just made nice friends.

I don't think they're so nice.

I don't, and I don't see

what you see in them.

This Arnold Iselin may be all he says

he is internationally and financially...

but he certainly

is no Barney Baruch.

That Mrs. De Penable,

I suppose she's all right...

if you don't mind your friend collecting

commission on the dresses you buy.

I hate to think who pays the bill

when that young Austrian takes you out.

Arnold Iselin happens to be one

of the most famous living financiers...

and a distinguished art collector.

And Rene... By the way, she's

Madame de Penable, not Mrs. Penable.

Rene is the true woman

of this great world here.

The baron may be poor, but he holds

one of the oldest titles in Austria.

They all belong

to the smartest crowd in Paris.

You think the real thing in Paris would

hang out with a couple of hicks like us?

What else are we?

I'm just an ordinary

American businessman...

and I married the daughter of a Zenith

brewer who's flying high these days.

I suppose you know

what you mean by that.

- Why won't you sit at a cafe with me?

- Smart people don't.

- I'm not smart.

- I am.

You ought to be smart enough

not to care what people think.

It's self-respect, like the Englishman

dressing for dinner in the jungle.

I read about him.

He probably never did it.

- You simply will not understand.

- I can't!

If I want men to be

something more than waiters!

- I've heard my friends insulted enough!

- A lot of moochers.

Let's hear about the great motor magnate

and what he did for the auto industry.

You may be the most impressive man

in Zenith, but you're not in Zenith now.

You're in Paris now, and

I'm sick of apologizing to my friends...

- How you been apologizing for me?

- Yes, I have!

Hello? Yes?

All right.

We've been making so much noise

someone's complained.

- How humiliating.

- Yes, isn't it?

All right, go ahead.

Pipe down, but go ahead. I'm waiting.

You're hopeless. You haven't the

mistiest notion of civilization here.

Maybe I don't think

so much of it though.

Maybe clean hospitals,

concrete highways...

and no soldiers on the Canadian border

come nearer my idea of civilization.

There are 20 million automobiles

in America.

I've contributed something to every one

of them from my own civilization.

If that isn't more than knowing how to

order dinner as your friend the madam...

- Don't call her "the madam" either.

- All right.

- Don't let's go into that again.

- You don't want to learn.

I could teach you.

I belong here.

- They accept me here.

- Yeah?

I'm gonna get out of this town and back

to doing something and take you along.

- I'm not going.

- Yes, you are.

No, I'm not. I think you and I

need a vacation from each other.

I don't feel that way about it. I think

I've been weak with you long enough.

Besides...

I've rented a villa with Rene

for the summer...

at Montreux

on Lake Geneva in Switzerland.

I've signed the lease.

Well, I think

you might have told me.

I got my own money.

- Fran!

- What?

Fran, my darling,

you're not drifting away from me.

- I hope not.

- Oh, no.

You and I, Fran,

after all these years.

All right, I'll give it up.

I won't go home.

But you've got to go.

You've simply got to.

I can't stand being

torn like this any longer.

I'm sorry for all the mean things

I've said to you.

But if we are going to go on together,

you've got to let me alone this summer.

Don't look so hurt, and please don't

be angry. Oh, be as angry as you like.

Remember, I did make a home

for you once, and I'll do it again...

only you've got to

let me have my fling now...

because you're simply

rushing at old age, Sam.

I'm not ready for that yet.

What is it, Sam?

I just thought I'd see

the first boat I could catch.

- I'm so glad you're back.

- I'm glad to see you.

- Let me look at you. You look all right.

- I'm fine.

How's Harry?

Is he treating you all right?

He better treat you all right.

Where is he?

He's at the office. Got a big deal on.

Couldn't get away.

He told me to tell you

he'd see you tonight though.

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