I Love You Again Page #5

- Goodnight, Mumsy! | - Good night.

Yes? | - It's me. Larry.

- What do you want? | - I'm hungry.

- Well, look in the icebox. | - Well, all right, dear.

Don't you bother. I'll get my own food, | even if I faint before I get there.

Larry, what is it now?

Open the door, Katherine. | I want to talk to you.

All right. I'm coming.

Katherine, I heard your | conversation with Larry just now.

Larry's voice carries well, doesn't it?

How you can sit there while your husband, | a sick man, does your work, I don't know.

All right, all right, I'll | fix him something to eat.

All right, you can relax now.

Kay...

- You came to me. | - Wild horses couldn't keep me away.

- You want some eggs? | - More than anything in the world. Almost.

I can't get over it.

The last time we had champagne | in this house was three years ago

on New Year's Eve when | the boss came to dinner.

And even that was a bottle | Mother gave us for Christmas.

Kay, dear, you know I wish | you'd forget about the past.

You know, I've changed a lot lately.

- Mmm-hmm. | - Uh-uh.

Not you, Larry.

You couldn't change any more than | one of your stuffed owls could change.

You be careful, madam, or you'll turn | my pretty head with your flattery.

I've often wished I could turn your | head on a spit, over a slow fire.

Kay, it makes my blood run cold.

Your blood was cold to begin with.

Now, there's where you're | wrong. How do you know?

Why, I may be a man of | hidden depths and secrets.

I may go along in a rut for years,

and then all of a sudden, | snap out of it like that.

- I feel awfully good. | - Yeah?

- Awfully, awfully good. | - Well, that's fine, darling. Fine.

- I'm sort of sorry. | - Sorry?

I'm sort of sorry I'm not | in love with you anymore,

because if I was still in love with | you I'd be awfully in love with you.

Kay, darling, you know,

I know the most wonderful | game of two-handed post office.

I think I'd better drink my coffee.

Come on, let's play post office, huh?

- What did you put in this coffee? | - Just a little rum.

- Why? | - Well, it's healthy, dear.

It kills the bugs in the coffee.

Come on over here and sit around on my side.

I think we'd better have an understanding.

I'm in this house simply | because of our agreement

to convince the general public | that I'm still your wife.

All right, convince me. | I'm one of the public.

Strikes me as a pretty foul | thing to say about the public.

You're certainly making me pay | for my scrambled eggs, aren't you?

- You're not even eating them! | - Well, I'm not hungry.

I mean... I...

- So, you're not hungry? | - Well...

Well, no. Not really, I guess.

You don't want to eat | your nice scrambled eggs?

No.

Then wear them!

How'd you make out with her?

Just dandy.

What have you got on you?

Scrambled eggs.

- What did you think? | - I didn't know.

- How'd you make out in town? | - It's pie!

The town is loaded with dough. | Just ripe for an oil boom.

- Did you phone the hotel? | - Yeah, Duke just got in.

He'll meet you in front of the | post office at 9:30 in the morning.

That's fine. Now, what about me?

You are the manager of | a big pottery works here.

- I make pots? | - Yeah.

You may not have any money but | you certainly have plenty of pots.

- I guess we'd better case the works. | - Tonight?

Sure. When I get there in the morning, | I've got to know my way around.

- I'll go get dressed. | - Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute.

- What about... | - We'll pull a sneak.

Sales department. Haven't | they got a cash department?

This is the sanctum sanctorum of L. Wilson.

- Now you know where you are. | - Wouldn't you know it?

Uh-oh.

- A nice old one. | - Yes.

Don't you think we should...

Wait a minute.

I've got the combination right here.

Try that.

Stop!

Couple of thugs run in back | of the Wilson house. Come on.

Open the door, please. Officers of the law!

- What is it? | - Two burglars run in back of your place.

Thought maybe they got in the house.

- What's the trouble? What is it? | - Burglars. Two of them.

- They came this way. | - Prowlers, maybe.

I heard scraping sounds on | the wall outside, up here.

Up here, go on, hurry!

Larry! Larry, are you all right?

Larry!

- He's not well. I was afraid to leave him. | - Where is he?

I know he's here some place. | There he is. What's the matter?

Wake up, Larry. There | are burglars in the house!

- He's in no condition to see anybody. | - You see, it was like this.

There was a window open and...

Don't wake him. No shocks.

- Look at him, the way he's breathing. | - His face is dripping wet.

- He's perspiring. | - Yes, that's because he's sweating.

- I'd better look around the house, ma'am. | - I'll show you.

Doctor, why don't you get | out of bed and do something?

- I can't. He gets upset if I leave him. | - Get a hot water bottle, Kay.

- I'll put it at his feet. | - No, no, no.

Oh, no. Not his feet. Don't touch his feet. | That's the one thing you mustn't touch.

Nonsense. I'll bet they're as | cold as ice. Here, let me see.

I just had the most horrible dream.

There, there, dear. Mother's | just seeing if your feet are cold.

Well, I must say, Doctor, I | can't see anything to laugh about.

His feet are as cold as ice.

Kay, make that water good and hot.

Hey! Come here a minute, will you?

Get rid of her. I only sleep | in the top of my pajamas.

Oh! All right. Will you show | me the rest of the house, ma'am?

Yes, certainly.

It's all set.

Did you plant the oil?

- Tonight. How is your amnesia? | - Fine, till I saw you.

- Where did you get that make-up? - | I've been reading the fashion plates.

I'll phone you later.

Maybe we better say you're | still too weak to work.

Don't destroy my confidence | because I haven't got any.

Here goes.

- Mr. Wilson, how are you? | - Well, hello!

Hello, Mr. Wilson! Gee, | it's good to see you back.

- You're looking swell. | - Fine, couldn't be better.

Well, well, look who's here.

This is my friend Dr. Ryan. Meet the boys.

- Very glad to know you. | - We've read about you.

Look Chief, here's Mr. Wilson.

- Larry. | - Fine, just...

Well, well, well, Chief. It | certainly is good to see you again.

Welcome home, Larry. Say, you've changed.

Just a little streamlining, | you know. Clothes make the man.

This is Dr. Ryan, Chief.

- How are you, Mr. Chief? | - Sims is the name.

Yes. Well, how are things getting along?

Not as well as when you're here. | By the way, that's too bad about

your collapse at the station yesterday.

- Just a little relapse. | - Well, he's liable to do that

every once in a while for a couple of months.

Here you are, Larry, back home.

Yes. No place like home.

You've got a lot of work | piled up. I'll look in later.

- Yes, yes, of course. | - See you later, Mr. Chims.

Sims, Sims.

Mr. Wilson, I'm so glad you're back.

- How you have... | - I know. Changed.

The police are here now, Mr. Wilson.

- What? Where? | - In your office.

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