Faithless
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- 1932
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But Carol, this bank is your guardian.
We're living in 1932.
But you persist in spending money as
if it were still '29. Before the crash.
You forced me to
eliminate your charities.
Even your father's most beloved project.
The Morgan Home for girls.
Fine.
I don't believe in delinquent
girls. Silly weaklings.
We know 29% of them went on the streets
as they didn't have a bed to sleep in.
Oh nonsense. They've got no character.
Neglect your character and
you lose your self-respect.
If you go out on to the streets,
you end up in the gutter.
Where, I might add, you jolly
well deserve to end up.
Hello .. hello? Carol?
Hung up on me.
In these days it's .. indecent.
Lok at those.
Lovely girls .. got spoiled.
Superficial.
Well.
I hope her first lesson isn't the brutal
relations between money and friends.
Mr William Wade, please.
Miss Morgan speaking.
But Dixon old boy, times are tough.
People aren't spending.
Well, you've got to compose copy
that drags money out of their pockets.
Alright. See me about it
at nine in the morning.
Hello.
Hello, darling. I've time for
twenty words. No more, no less.
Mr Bill Wade invites Miss
Carol Morgan to dine tonight.
Providing Mr Wade can
get to bed by midnight.
hours sleep a night for the past week.
Hang up on me, would you?
Bill Wade, I'll get you for this.
Bill.
Out of all the house, this part is me.
Look.
Like it?
Yes, yes .. colossal.
Sit down and stay a while.
Here? Uhuh.
Send a man to get me
n about five minutes.
Sleepy, Bill?
Practically Rip Van Winkle.
I've nice feet, haven't I? Huh?
You can't expect a man
At five o'clock in the morning.
Bill.
Uhuh?
I've never seen you before
with your eyes closed.
Bill.
I'm 24 years old, and I've taken
pretty good care of myself.
I .. don't drink.
Except half a cocktail, once in a while.
I don't smoke.
I go to church on Sundays.
And .. I'm awfully kind to dumb animals.
And I love you so much.
Bill.
Darling.
I know you are awfully busy but ..
Couldn't we just take five minutes
off tomorrow and .. marry?
Oh Bill, marry me tomorrow.
And take me to Monte Carlo.
Where we can doze in the sun.
Swim together in the moonlight.
And be all alone just by ourselves.
Bill.
The Mediterranean is awfully blue.
Bill.
Bill!
Do you think it's very nice to sleep
when a girl is asking you to marry her?
Would you really marry me, Carol?
Am I the luckiest fool in the world?
No .. lucky me.
When?
Tomorrow.
You mean today, don't you?
Morning Pictorial.
Evening News.
Say, how about seeing Miss Morgan?
And The Times wants her picture.
No.
Come on.
Have a heart.
When Miss Morgan says she
won't see any newspapermen ..
She means she won't
see any newspapermen.
After all, this is The Times ..
Step aside, there.
Good evening, Mr Wade.
It's Wade!
Come on, give us a story.
Morning Pictorial.
Evening News.
How about a story?
What do you want? Little Red Riding
Hood or the story of the Three Bears?
No:
"Multimillionaire's granddaughtermarries struggling Ad writer".
Come on, everyone knows.
Winchell spilled it over the radio.
Oh, he did, did he.
Well, you may say for me that
this is the happiest day of my life.
Oh come on, have a heart.
Give us a break.
Could I get a picture of you
climbing out of that Rolls Royce?
Nothing doing.
Well, climbing out of your own car?
Just a little picture.
Alright.
Now right this way Mr Wade
please .. and smile.
Where will the honeymoon wax and wane?
There will be no honeymoon.
The bridegroom is too busy.
Please, Mr Wade .. and smile.
Are you going to continue working?
No offense, Mr Wade. Just asking.
Mr Wade .. and smile.
The bride and groom will take up
residence in the Morgan mansion?
look for an apartment.
Please Mr Wade, could I have a smile?
The readers of the Evening News want to
know who will handle the family finance.
That's an impertinent
question and I refuse.
The Philadelphia heiress who wed a young
artist had a joint checking account.
Listen, my inquisitive friend.
I am not a struggling you artist.
I am the advertising manager
of a thriving corporation.
Please Mr Wade.
Could I have just .. a .. smile?
What corporation is thriving these days?
Lincoln Farburn Sausages Incorporated.
Sausages?
Oh boy, sausages?
What's the matter with sausages?
Nothing.
Sausages are lovely, beautiful, tasty.
That's right. Think of sausages,
Mr Wade .. and smile.
Now get this
Mr William Wade will not accept a
penny of, or derive any benefit from ..
Mrs William Wade's personal
fortune. Directly, or indirectly.
You can print that. There's your smile.
You know what you can do with that.
Okay, Mr Wade, we'll print it.
if you don't read it.
could get a picture of you?
Sure. I photograph very well, too.
Thank you very much, mister .. Morgan.
Good evening, Mr Wade.
A happy day for us all.
May I offer congratulations?
Thank you, Joseph.
We'll have to be having a front
door key made for you now, sir.
Bill .. Bill.
Darling.
Hello angel. Sorry to be late.
Oh that's alright. You're here.
Come along dear.
Everyone is dying to meet you.
This is Bill Wade.
Cary Roskerville and Helen Hewitt.
Though I think you may have met before?
Not when I was sober.
Obviously, you don't drink
enough. I'm charmed.
Say, what's all this about a wedding?
People don't get married anymore.
Well these people do, don't they, Bill?
Well, I held out as long as I could,
but she got me at a weak moment.
And was he hard to get? Why,
it took me a year to land him.
Where did she find you, Wade?
I was born here in New York in the wilds
of 179th Street. Been here ever since.
You haven't begun to live yet.
You're not going to waste
Come on.
Ladies and gentlemen.
Hey. It's alright, darling.
Yes, but ..
So the gossip is true.
I am going to be married.
And this is it. Bill Wade.
It, them, these and those.
Well, that's the whole story.
Well, I'm so happy,
I can't talk coherently.
The wedding will be in about a month.
And of course, we're going
to ask everybody we know.
How many will that be?
Well, Audrey Cotton had 1,200.
Madison Square Garden holds 17,000.
Better get him on your
yacht quickly, Carol
And hide him in darkest Africa.
I don't trust myself.
I don't trust any of you.
We are sailing for Monte Carlo on
The Princess 2 hours after the ceremony.
Darling, I'm very sorry to
tell you I get very ill at sea.
And when seasickness comes in at
the porthole, love flies out of the ..
Other porthole.
He sounds unromantic,
but that's just his natural modesty.
You ought to see him in a taxi-cab.
Come on Bill, let's get out of here,
before you confess your rheumatism.
Bill, what's the matter?
You've been saying the oddest things.
Carol, you know I can't go to Monte Carlo
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