Heaven Can Wait
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- 1943
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- How do you do, Mr. Van Cleve?
- Good afternoon, Your Excellency.
- Very kind of you to receive me.
- Not at all.
- Oh, please. Sit down.
- Thank you.
I hope you'll forgive me,
but we're so busy down here.
Really, sometimes it looks as if
the whole world is coming to hell.
Frankly, I haven't had an opportunity
to familiarize myself with your case.
When did it happen, Mr. Van Cleve?
Tuesday. To be exact,
I died at 9:
36 in the evening.I trust you didn't suffer much.
Oh, no, no.
Not in the least.
I had finished my dinner-
- A good one, I hope.
- Oh, excellent, excellent.
I ate everything
the doctor forbade, and then...
well, to make a long story short...
shall we say,
I fell asleep without realizing it.
And when I awakened, there were
all my relatives speaking in low tones...
and saying nothing
but the kindest things about me.
Then I knew I was dead.
I presume your funeral
was satisfactory.
Well, there was a lot of crying, so...
I believe everybody had a good time.
It would have been an ideal funeral if
Mrs. Cooper-Cooper, a friend of the family...
hadn't volunteered to sing
"The End of a Perfect Day. "
You see, all my life I had succeeded in
avoiding Mrs. Cooper-Cooper's coloratura...
and this undoubtedly
was her revenge.
Mr. Van Cleve, I can see
that you have a sensitive, cultivated ear.
Oh, thank you.
Then let me warn you.
The music down here
is anything but pleasant.
Beethoven, Bach, Mozart -
you hear them only...
above.
Yes. I know.
It won't be easy not to hear
the old masters again.
Particularly one.
A very dear one.
- But I haven't a chance.
- Have you tried?
No, Your Excellency.
I have no illusions.
I know the life I lived.
I know where I belong.
I would like to get it over
as quickly as possible.
Very well. If you meet our requirements,
we'll be only too glad to accommodate you.
Would you be good enough
to mention, for instance...
some outstanding crime
you've committed?
Crime? Crime?
I'm afraid I can't think of any.
But I can safely say my whole life
was one continuous misdemeanor.
My dear Mr. Van Cleve, a passport to hell
is not issued on generalities.
No. I'm afraid you'll have to wait
until I have time to study your record.
Now look here.
I have to see His Excellency...
and no offiice boy's
going to stop me.
I beg your pardon, Your Excellency-
- Just a moment.
- I'm Edna Craig.
Oh, yes. I have your record here.
You'll be taken care of in just a moment.
I don't want to seem rude,
but I don't think I belong here.
- In just a moment -
- Please don't misunderstand me.
I think it is a charming place.
Isn't it?
Henry Van Cleve.
You know Edna Craig?
I'm sorry, madam.
I seem to be at a loss.
Oh, Henry.
Think back- many, many years.
The little brownstone house
around the corner from the old Waldorf?
Oh.
Marmaduke Harrison's party.
We were all dressed as children.
And you came as, uh,
Little Lord Fauntleroy.
And they wheeled you in
in a baby carriage.
Little Constantinople.
Oh, Henry.
No girl in New York walked
on two more beautiful legs than you.
Little Constantinople.
Well, Henry, I still walk-
and on the same two legs.
And I'm sure they're still as beautiful.
Well, Henry, I'll let you
be the judge of that.
Those things are better left to memory.
But I must admit you're beginning
to interest me, Mr. Van Cleve.
to listen to your story.
- Thank you, Your Excellency.
- Please sit down.
Perhaps the best way to tell you
the story of my life...
is to tell you about
the women in my life.
Well, let's start with
the first woman.
My mother.
A lovely lady, but prejudiced.
She thought I was wonderful.
She was the fiirst woman I ever fooled.
Then there was my grandmother.
She was just as prejudiced
as my mother.
How is the little darling?
Let me hold him.
No. Please, Mother Van Cleve.
Let the baby rest.
- You're just jealous, Bertha.
- I can't stand this any longer.
- I'm going to speak to Randolph about this.
- Yes, Randolph.
First you take my son away,
and now you want to alienate my grandchild.
and already women were fiighting for me.
What a way to start a man
on the road oflife.
I was not even two,
and I already got involved in a triangle.
At home, in the presence of my family,
I was the only man in my nurse's life.
I was her honeybunch,
her "oogi-woogi-woo. "
But the minute we got to the park-
Hello, Bedelia.
Well, if it isn't Patrick himself.
Ah, shut up, you nasty little brat.
My next lesson
came from little Mary.
- Hello, Mary.
- Don't speak to me, Henry Van Cleve.
You're a bad boy, and my mother says
I shouldn't talk to bad boys.
I bet you don't know
what I've got in this box.
And I'm not interested,
Henry Van Cleve.
Then I won't tell you it's a beetle.
A beetle?
- Do you like it?
- Oh, who doesn't like beetles?
- It's yours.
- Thank you.
Oh, thank you, Henry.
- I wonder if I should take it.
- If you don't want it -
Oh, I didn't mean it that way.
I was just wondering.
Don't worry.
I've got another one.
- Another beetle?
- Uh-huh.
Oh, it's beautiful.
It looks rather lonely though.
You know what I think?
I think it wants to be together with mine.
You mean you want this one too?
Henry Van Cleve! Do you think I'm the kind of girl
that would take a boy's last beetle?
Aw, that's all right.
You can have it.
Thank you, Henry. Now, if you want to,
you can walk with me to the corner.
From that moment on,
If you want to win a girl,
you have to have lots ofbeetles.
I was growing rapidly,
and so was New York.
Yes. New York was becoming
cosmopolitan...
and no household was considered fashionable
without a French maid.
So, one day a Fifth Avenue coach
stopped in front of our house...
and out of the coach
and into my life came Mademoiselle.
Mrs. Van Cleve will be here shortly.
Merci.
That's Mr. Van Cleve.
Oh, Monsieur.
Charmant, charmant.
This is Mr. Van Cleve's father.
He lives here too.
Grandpapa.
Sweet. Very sweet.
And who is this darling little boy?
That's the young master.
He's not so darling.
- Bad boy?
- Not good.
- Good morning.
- Bonjour, madame.
How do you do, mademoiselle?
- Your name is, uh -
- Yvette Blanchard.
- Yvette Blanchard.
- Oui.
that you've just arrived from France.
- Oui.
- And are seeking employment in this country.
- Oui, madame.
- Uh, you have references?
- Oui, madame.
- May I see them, please?
Naturellement.
- Voil.
- Thank you.
Oh.
Uh, they're in French.
Oui, madame. But believe me -
toutes les rfrences- excellentes.
Here, my last employer-
Baroness Lalotte...
wishes me to be
such grand success in America...
that I shall never have desire
to return to France.
Ah. The French have such a...
continental way of expressing their gratitude.
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