It Started with Eve Page #4

I don't, either.

It's a very distinct odor.

Oh, yes. It's the oil furnace.

The fumes come up from the ventilator.

You should have that corrected.

Run down and tell them

to have it fixed, will you?

I most certainly will.

That's not good for you.

Here's a long wire

from Leopold Stokowski.

He'll be in town the day after tomorrow

and wants to visit. We'll see about that.

I wish you'd go out and have that

furnace fixed. The fumes are killing me.

Is it that bad?

Of course I will. I...

What's that? That's

steam. I've got hot feet.

Very peculiar symptom.

"Fumes from the oil furnace. "

How old are you, two years?

You behave like a baby.

No use trying to tell you to do anything.

Hey! That's a two-dollar cigar!

Where did you get it?

Don't look at me. I smoke a

pipe. Bishop gave it to me.

Very funny. Fine thing

for a two-dollar cigar.

Where are the rest of them?

I haven't got any. There aren't any more.

Oh.

Trouble with being sick is

you've got to associate with doctors.

Thank you very much, my dear.

That fellow goes around behaving that way.

Stokowski's a friend of yours? Who?

Stokowski. Oh, I know him.

We don't agree on Brahms.

You talk to him?

Not about Brahms.

And he...

he really comes here?

Oh, yes. He eats here

when he's in town.

Two-dollar cigar.

He does?

I'd like to meet him

sometime.

Do you suppose I could?

I...

I've always admired him. My

dear, well, that's simple.

We must ask him here

to dinner some night.

Ask all my friends to dinner

if that cigar thief...

You won't be having anyone over.

You're still too weak.

If you don't start paying

attention to what I say...

Oh, go and smoke my cigars.

Could I sing for him?

Who, Stokowski? Oh, no.

Oh, but I've studied music.

I've no doubt you have, my dear,

but Stokowski comes here for pleasure.

It'd be a pleasure. You want me to

prove it? I'll take your word for it.

Have you a piano?

No. It needs tuning, anyway.

Where is it?

I don't remember.

Could you hear it from here?

It's much too far. It's downstairs.

Maybe if we leave the door open.

Uh, please. I am a sick man.

I... Please.

Now, don't get excited.

Leave these open, please.

Would you boys mind giving me a hand?

- I beg your pardon?

- I want to move this piano. It's for Mr. Reynolds.

He must be delirious.

Uh, straight ahead.

Right over there, please.

This isn't exactly

our field of endeavor.

I hope the union

doesn't get wind of this.

Just swing that end

around there, please.

I want to be sure

he can hear me.

Closer to the stairs.

Uh-huh. That's fine.

The bench is in there.

Would you mind, please?

Would you mind holding this

and this?

Fine. Then I can open the piano.

Are you going to play

something sad?

Oh, no, I'm going to

play something loud.

That's fine, boys.

Thank you.

If I can do anything for you...

Just go ahead with what you're doing.

- Can you hear me?

- No.!

No.

How was that?

Go ahead.!

Break every chandelier

in the house.!

When I sing

The cares of the day are far away

My heart seems

As light as the song I hear

from some happy nightingale

When I sing

My world is a place

that's bright and gay

Rain turns to sunshine

December to may

Life is divine

When I sing

My gray days are gay days

When I tra-la-la for a while

There's laughter in music

And each little note is a smile

The music is part

of the joy in my heart

When I sing

The cares of the day are far away

My heart seems

As light as the song I hear

from some happy nightingale

When I sing

My world is a place

that's bright and gay

Rain turns to sunshine

December to may

Who are they?

- When I sing...

- They're from the national museum.

What did they want?

They came to make

the death mask.

Whose?

The old man's.

... Bright as the song

I hear...

Jonathan! What are you

do... How did you get... Shh!

You... You get right back to bed!

You can't do this to me.

I'm not a young man!

You made her stop.

You get back to bed! Where

are the nurses? Any nurse.

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean...

I'm sorry, my dear. I apologize.

You can sing to anybody, and you will

just as soon as I'm up and about. Yes.

Mr. Reynolds! How did he get

out? Look what he's doing.

Leave me alone!

Get him back to bed.

If I ever live through this case,

I'm going to retire. I swear I will.

But who is the girl?

You must know something about her.

I don't even know her name.

I tell you, I found her on the street.

On the street?

And your father thinks that's Gloria?

Please understand, this is just

temporary... only for a few days.

Suppose he doesn't die

in a few days?

Well, I wasn't thinking about that.

We'll have to wait

until he's stronger.

And when it won't be too much of

a shock, we'll let him meet Gloria.

Shock? You can hardly

call Gloria a shock!

Oh, of c... I didn...

I wasn't, uh...

Mother, please.

Johnny's doing everything he can.

Yes?

Yes?

Yes?

What's that?

Your mourning clothes, madam.

I hope they're not too late. Oh, please,

take them away. We don't want them.

No one ever wants them.

Fate forces them upon us.

Please take them away. I'll send

you a check. We don't need them now.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I mean I'm happy to hear that.

- Take them away! We don't want them.

- Certainly.

Confusing, isn't it?

Yes, very.

You have our phone number

in case, uh...

You see, as soon as father's up and around,

you'll come over, get acquainted, and we'll...

I refuse to let Gloria set foot in your house

until that girl is gone.

Don't worry about that.

I'll get rid of her.

I'll figure out something.

Of course you will.

You're a real darling.

A honey lamb darling.

I've been tampered with.

Look at this.

Used to have

the finest waistline in town.

Biggest, anyway.

I've been robbed.

A few steaks will soon fix this up.

A few steaks, medium rare.

Like lamb chops too.

Can't do this to me.

Ha! That's incredible!

Oh.

Anybody here?

Nobody here. It's just

the clock. It scared me.

Silly. It was nothing.

Mr. Reynolds!

Sir,you're downstairs? Don't

scare me like that, Roberts.

Where's the doctor? He wasn't feeling

well, sir. A touch of nervous indigestion.

I believe he stopped off

at the doctor's. Good.

He'll be here any minute.

If I were you, I'd...

Hmm?

Why,Jonathan,

what are you doing here?

How did you get downstairs?

I slid down the bannisters.

You know you shouldn't do...

Where's your nurse?

I've been looking for her all over the place.

Where were you?

I had to stop by. I've been

having a little trouble.

Trouble? I haven't been feeling so...

What's this?

What's what?

That's Roberts, my butler.

What's that he's got in his mouth?

Hmm?

Why, if it isn't a cigar.

What do you mean,

smoking in my presence?

How dare you! Cut it out! You know he's

not smoking that cigar of his own free will.

Isn't he?

Oh, I'm sorry, Roberts.

I forgot. I asked him to smoke.

I like the, uh, aroma.

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