Dodsworth Page #9

I'll have a statue

of Santa Lucia made.

We'll put her on the boat

holding a taillight.

Listen, don't be hard on me.

Setting up that motor's the first real

fun I've had since I quit business...

and it's got me raring to go again

for the first time.

- To go?

- You bet.

- Away from here?

- Anyplace I can get back in harness.

Something new, the way they did

with automobiles when they began.

Thought I'd try

my hand at aviation.

The idea of a Moscow-to-Seattle

airline kind of strikes me.

Moscow to Seattle?

Buy in on a transcontinental

connection.

With these transcontinental flights

coming on so well...

I might be the first man

with his first round-the-world system.

The Soviet people seem agreeable.

- Have you begun working on this?

- Not really working.

I'll tell you what we'll do.

We'll make a preliminary survey...

- "We"?

- I've got my pilot staked out.

I'll buy my own plane,

and the day after the divorce...

we'll hop off and go across...

"We," Sam? "We"?

Wait. Where's that map?

Vienna?

We were just hopping off where?

Siberia.

Pick out landing fields.

No ramifications.

A line from Irkutsk to Tashkent

and Samarkand.

Swell name, Samarkand.

If those Soviet boys will let me...

It'll be tough on you, though.

One suitcase in the coldest place.

You think you could stand it?

- Are you taking me with you?

- Don't you want to go?

All my life I've been waiting

for something exciting to happen.

I'll fly across Siberia with you

on one suitcase.

I'll go through life with you on one

suitcase, if you give me the chance.

I've spent six short weeks with you,

and I can't imagine being without you.

I can't imagine

being without you either.

I think I must love you

a great deal.

God bless you for that.

There's Pietro. You wanted

to go fishing. Take me with you.

- You want to go with us?

- Yes. I want to get out of here.

- Are you coming, Sam?

- Yes.

Hello?

Yes, Fran, this is Sam.

I'm sorry to hear that.

When are you sailing?

All right.

I'll get the tickets.

Well, I guess I'll have to.

No, that's all right.

All right. Good-bye.

She's dropped the divorce.

She's going home on the Rex

day after tomorrow from Naples.

I've got to go with her.

I won't let you.

- What else can I do?

- I won't let you go back to her.

I know this is a jolt.

It's a jolt to me too.

I won't see you killed

by her selfishness.

You don't understand. It'll be tough

on her with all the talk there'll be.

I love you, and she doesn't.

You're miserable with her.

I know.

A moment ago, you had

the whole world in your hands.

- I won't let her take it away from you.

- She's not taking it away.

- You were a young man a minute ago...

- I know everything's starting again.

You shriveled the same way,

every letter you got from her.

- I can't think.

- You're wrong to go back...

Please, be fair.

She's in a hole. She needs me.

She does not need you,

and you might think of me.

- I am thinking of you.

- No, I won't make you choose.

Think of Moscow,

Seattle and Samarkand.

I know.

I know every bit of it.

- One word from her, and you trot back.

- You've got to be patient with me.

- What is this hold she has over you?

- I've got to take care of her.

A man's habits get pretty strong

in 20 years.

I'll go into town

and make the reservations.

It's giving you up that hurts.

I don't see how we managed

to get such an awful cabin.

We didn't make the reservations

till yesterday.

- What are we doing here?

- I want a drink.

You can't get a drink

till after the boat sails.

- Yes, sir.

- A brandy and soda.

The bar is closed

until the boat sails.

I know, but bring a brandy and soda,

and be quick about it.

Yes, sir.

You might've asked me

if I wanted something.

Do you?

No, but if I'm going

to watch you drink...

Somebody has to shut that door.

There's an awful draft.

Thank you, Sammy dear.

It's nice to be going somewhere

after all these weeks.

Going home doesn't seem

so bad after all.

I was so bored in Vienna.

- Will somebody keep that door shut?

- You can't keep people out.

Do all these trippers

have to keep popping in and out?

- They have as much right as we have.

- That's right, stand up for them.

But you'll have to get my wrap.

Well, it's closed now.

Well, if they keep it closed.

All right. Go on.

You were saying?

Oh, yes. You were right about Kurt.

I can't think how you guessed it.

You're not good at judging people,

except in the case of businessmen.

His family may be as old as the

Coliseum, but when I saw his mother...

my dear, the most awful,

old country frump.

Don't.

Sammy, please.

Don't ride Kurt and his mother

that way, that's all.

I'm sorry.

I'll be good.

I didn't expect you to defend them.

I suppose I ought to beg you

to forgive me.

But you always

let bygones be bygones...

and this is such a happy ending

to our escapades.

All ashore go ashore!

See the hat that woman had on?

I wonder why they allow

such people in first class.

Wait until you see the clothes

I bought in Vienna.

When I think of the things

poor Matey Pearson puts on her back...

You seem a little distrait,

considering our reunion.

Maybe I don't like

your riding Matey that way either.

I don't seem to be able

to strike the congenial note.

I do think

you might meet me halfway.

After all, as I look back,

I don't blame myself. I can't really.

You were a good deal at fault too.

- Steward.

- Yes, sir.

Take this check,

go to suite seven on B deck...

get the suitcase with that number

on it and bring it here right away.

I'm not sailing with you.

- You're not sailing?

- No, I'm not.

You and I can't make

a go of things any longer.

- This is the man I loved for 20 years.

- This is the man who's loved you.

You haven't learned a single thing

from all our sorrows.

And I flattered myself

you really wanted to come back to me.

I tried, didn't I?

I might've known you'd be just the same,

yet I gave you another chance.

I'm not taking another chance,

because I'm through, finished.

- What's going to become of me?

- You'll stop getting younger someday.

Are you going back to that

washed-out, expatriate in Naples?

Yes. When I marry her,

I'm going back to doing things.

You think you'll ever get me

out of your blood?

Maybe not, but love has gotta stop

someplace short of suicide.

But the gentleman

will miss the boat.

He's gone ashore!

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