East Side, West Side Page #4

while Mussolini was still top man,

just to look things over.

He's Italian, you see, and he's the...

Oh, Rosa, in another minute

I'm going to be saying it's a small world.

- How?

- Your fella's name is Mark Dwyer.

Oh, there's an explanation for it,

but if I gave it, I wouldn't believe it.

Besides, we haven't time. Here we are.

I'll wait here for you, Rosa.

Excuse me, do you know

when the plane from Paris gets in?

No, ma'am. Sorry.

Please, do you know

when the plane from Paris gets in?

Oh, pardon. I mean, pardon.

Do you know

when the plane from Paris gets in?

The plane from Paris got in

half an hour ago,

and after five years,

the least you could be is on time.

Oh, Mark.

Hey, look, fellas, I... I got company.

If you give me a call tomorrow,

I'll make a lot more sense.

And thanks, I haven't felt so important

since I got my first cop's uniform.

But you haven't told us anything yet.

Mark, will you wait a minute?

Yeah, sure. There.

That's for five years of letters.

That's because I'm happy to see you.

And that's because you turned out

so pretty.

Now, come on,

let's get a cab and get moving, huh?

But, Mark, there's somebody

I want you to meet.

I've got the whole city of New York

to meet.

Come on.

Mark, this is Mrs. Bourne.

Mrs. Bourne, this is Mark Dwyer.

- How do you do?

- Hello, Mrs. Bourne.

Mrs. Bourne drove me

down here today, Mark.

- She's giving us a lift back.

- Oh, that's fine.

- My car's right outside.

- Good.

First, I want to take a good, hot bath,

and then I've got about 50 visits to make.

You know, news from the old country.

A lot of uncles, aunts, and cousins

are waiting for you on First Avenue.

Good, I hope they brought

all the new babies.

Look at that, will you?

All changed and all exactly the same.

Just like you, Rosa, you know,

all grown-up and beautiful,

- and still the same dirty-faced kid.

- Oh, Mark.

This one, she had the dirtiest face

on the whole block.

Now, I can look at the two of you.

I haven't seen anything like you

in a long time.

It seems to me that I've seen your picture

in the papers from time to time, huh?

In the Society section.

I... I've been making the front page myself.

That's my husband.

He got in a little trouble last night,

and Rosa helped him.

Oh, so you came along to explain, huh?

I thought there was

a little something offbeat about this.

You're not friends, or she wouldn't

be calling you Mrs. Bourne.

We are friends, just not very old friends.

Rosa, my name is Jessie.

You see, the picture is so misleading.

Schlemiel, all you had to do was tell me.

You didn't need to bring along

a character witness.

Oh, she didn't bring me.

I wanted to drive her here.

You're a real nice girl.

She's been wonderful.

It's been a long time

since I've seen a woman's hand

that wasn't blistered and rough.

Yours is nice, it's soft.

Mark, you're gonna stay home now,

aren't you? You're not going back?

Oh, I don't know. I can't say.

It all depends.

Who were those men at the airport?

Oh, I'm being made love to

by various magazines and newspapers.

Because of your book,

the syndicate rights?

Yeah.

One of my best friends is among those

making love to you, Owen Lee.

- Oh, that's how you knew.

- That's how. No mystery.

Owen Lee. Owen Lee?

Oh, yeah, the editor and publisher

of the Dispatch.

- That's a good paper.

- A good man, too.

You'll like him and his wife, Helen.

It says here they're giving

a party tonight in my honor.

- You gonna be there?

- Yes.

- Is it a big, fancy party?

- Oh, the biggest and the fanciest.

You think I could bring

little dirty-face here?

Owen and Helen would be delighted.

Oh, Mark, let's go. It'll be fun.

All right. After the uncles, and the aunts,

and the cousins.

Will your husband be there?

What was it the paper called him,

- "the very social Mr. Bourne"?

- Yes, of course.

Were you at the night club

with him last night?

No, he'd been working very late.

He just stopped in for a drink.

You ask a great many questions!

Now, don't get mad. There are

a great many things I don't know.

Hey, hey, hey, look, look. It's the bridge!

I'll see you tonight, Rosa, at the party.

Thank you, Jessie.

She's something very special, your Rosa.

Mighty fancy little bombing shelter,

if you ask me.

I won't apologize for the fanciness.

I love the location, I love seeing the river

and hearing the ferryboat whistles

at night.

Why do you think

you have to apologize to me?

I don't. Oh, well, perhaps I do.

You're fresh from places

full of misery and poverty,

and, well, here I am.

Now, who's making a contrast? I'm not.

There's your life and there's my life.

We each live the best way we know how.

So long, I'll see you tonight, I hope.

Thank you, Josephine.

That's exactly the way I wanted it.

Thank you, Mrs. Bourne.

They're for the morning.

Mr. Lorfield wants you to look at them.

Good.

May I go home now, please?

I think it'll be all right, Mr. Bourne.

By the way, did you order those flowers

for Mrs. Bourne?

African daisies and yellow roses,

lots of them.

- Good girl.

- Are you going to...

Hello, Brandon.

My, nothing's changed.

Ah, yes. Something new has been added.

Miss Peterson, this is Miss Lorrison,

an old client of ours.

I hope you haven't

dropped me from your books.

I need your advice on some investments.

Don't go, Joan. Finish what you're doing.

I'm sorry, Miss Lorrison,

I've finished my work for the day,

I was just about to leave.

- Oh, you going home?

- Yes. My wife is waiting for dinner.

Good. You can drop me off.

We'll talk on the way.

- Why not?

- All right.

It won't take long

to give you all the advice I have for you.

Good night, Joan.

I'll be in very early in the morning.

Good night, Mr. Bourne.

You're so business-like, Mr. Bourne.

That's why I've come back to you.

I'll get you a drink.

I can say what I have to without one.

But I'm not sure

that I can listen without one.

There's a certain note of richness

I don't quite remember.

My standard of living has risen.

Let us praise Alec Dawning,

from whom all blessings flow.

Is it going to be a long speech, Bran?

No, short.

But complete.

Now, listen carefully, Isabel.

We are through.

You're not walking back into my life.

You're never to drop in on me again,

because the next time,

if there is a next time,

I swear I'll have you thrown out

of the building.

Well, I can't say that I haven't been told.

- Strong enough?

- Fine.

I'll have to run in a minute.

You really have turned over a new leaf,

haven't you, Bran?

Long quiet evenings at home,

your good wife at your side,

carpet slippers,

and your favorite armchair.

Very sensible.

- Thinking with your head.

- Why don't you try a little of it?

You're acting like a reformed drunk, Bran.

Can't stand to see

anybody else have a drink.

No, seriously. You can have

anything you want with this Dawning.

Why don't you play it straight?

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