Kitty Foyle Page #5

if you talk like that again...

...I give you my word,

I'll pop you right in the nose.

You can't do that. You're different.

You're going somewhere.

Yeah, like the real mainliners.

Do you really believe that, Kitty?

Well, I told you once

I was in your corner, didn't I?

Well, I still am.

One round you've lost,

but there are 14 others coming up.

Darling, what about you?

Me?

Yes, what are you going to do?

Oh, that's right, I'm out of a job.

I never thought about that.

Well, I might get a job in New York.

Friend of mine lives there.

Kitty, I can't let you do that.

Why not?

Because you'd be too far away.

Well, it's not China.

Kitty...

You're all alone.

Your dad isn't very well.

I think it's too much of a load

for you to handle.

Somehow I feel kind of responsible.

It isn't your fault the magazine folded,

you know.

So until you can get another job...

- What do you mean?

- I'll just keep you on the payroll.

- It's no more than fair, Kitty, I...

- Just a minute, Wyn.

You needn't worry about me.

I'm free, white and 21.

Or almost.

And I'll go on loving you

from here on out...

...or until I stop loving you.

But nobody owes a thing

to Kitty Foyle...

...except Kitty Foyle.

You were right, Pop.

Well, it was just like you said.

Pop. Pop? Pop!

Oh, Pop, Pop, Pop.

Oh, no, Pop.

So it was goodbye to Pop

and Philadelphia...

...and all of that part of your life.

You ran away to New York.

And why New York?

All right, kid, let's face it.

It was because New York

reminded you of Wyn.

Oh, you may have shut the door

on brother Wyn...

...but, honey, you certainly

had no intention of locking it.

What you really hoped was

that Wyn would come and find you.

So you joined the New York

white-collar brigade and waited.

But, of course, such a perfume

should never be applied directly.

It should evanesce.

So.

How do you think a string quartet

would go with that?

I wish you'd do as well

with the cuticle department.

Volupte is rather competitive.

Its base, of course, is allure.

You will notice. May I?

There is a slightly aloof, slightly

supercilious quality to the bouquet.

But you'll notice just the merest shade

of promise there too.

That's right.

It is the favorite of

la femme chic du Paris.

- Really?

- Are you married?

Yes.

It's still a charming perfume,

even around the house.

I think I'll take it.

Oh, I'm so glad. I'm sure it will make you

very happy, and monsieur too.

It is...

...sixty-seven dollars an ounce.

How many ounces?

Isn't that? Isn't that rather expensive?

How else could we keep the wrong sort

of person from wearing it?

- One ounce will do.

- Merci, madame.

Boy, this Detaille really hauls off

and charges, doesn't she?

Sixty-seven bucks an ounce.

Take a look at these customers.

Don't you think they at least want

to smell good?

- Where do I find a box to fit this?

- We're out.

You better ring stock for one.

- Oh, I must have done something wrong.

- You said it, sister.

What'II I do?

If you don't wanna lose your job, flop.

Faint.

What's the matter?

Oh, my blood pressure.

Somebody get a doctor.

Operator? Operator, operator,

get a doctor, quickly.

Yes, yes, get an ambulance.

- Let me out of this place.

- Where's the patient?

I'll be the patient

if you don't let me out of here.

I'm gonna have my husband write

to your police captain.

Well, this looks bad. Probably a fracture.

Seems all right.

Everything's okay from the knees down.

- Probably a hip dislocation.

- Lay off.

Oh, faking?

Yes. Now will you be a good guy

and go away?

I've got just the thing here

for what ails you.

Listen, there's nothing wrong with me.

I'll lose my job if they find out

I turned in that alarm.

Maybe we'd better talk this over.

How about a date tonight?

- No.

- Okay.

I'll try to inject this

so it won't hurt you much.

Hey, you're not really going

to do that?

What do you think?

- I'll scream.

- And lose your job?

All right, you win.

- It's a date?

- Yes.

Where do you live?

Hurry, somebody's coming.

- 1622 Rex Hill, apartment 31.

- Is 8:
00 all right?

- It's a little late for dinner, isn't it?

- We'll make it 8, just the same.

What's the matter?

Oh, it's Kitty. It's my new girl.

Oh, she's... Oh, the poor little thing.

She's fainted.

Oh, there, there.

Poor darling.

I'm looking forward to

a five-course dinner, including a tenderloin.

That's the least I'll settle for.

You've got a lot more faith in dates

than I have.

Me too.

I haven't made up my mind whether

I should demand dancing or not.

How do I look?

That shade of hose

isn't very leg-flattering.

Well, maybe it's just as well.

They've got me in plenty of jams as it is.

The doctor, I dare say.

- Okay, we're leaving.

- Goodbye, now.

You needn't rush away on my account.

Good evening.

Good evening.

And how is our little patient

this evening?

If you're referring to me,

I'm all right.

I'm fine too.

You know, once you get

to thinking about it...

...that was a very funny way

we met this afternoon.

Now, just a minute, doctor.

I agreed to have a date with you,

and I intend to keep my word...

...but if you think I'm going

to join you in a laugh...

...over that trick of yours,

you're on the wrong trapeze.

I'm sorry. I just thought we might

sit around and reminisce.

They're not going, they're staying.

I knew that guy was a squatter.

I got goose pimples when I heard

the buzzer.

That's always a sure sign.

- Well, let's throw Kitty a lifeline.

- Okay, let's.

- It's a nice little place you got here.

- We've got here.

I share it with two other girls.

In times like these,

what could be better?

Sharing it with one.

You know the first thing I thought of

when I saw you this afternoon?

Yes.

- Good night.

- Oh, please, please.

I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I promise.

You walk awfully close to the edge,

doctor.

I was just trying to get the range,

that's all.

Pardon me.

Pardon me.

Is that one of them?

That's Molly. I'm sorry,

I forgot to introduce you.

Never give it a second thought.

Oh, Pat, this is Dr. Mark. Miss Day.

- How do you do?

- Pleased to meet you.

Say, what is this, a gag?

They're just relaxed, that's all.

I've seen better specimens in a glass jar.

Well, what's your program?

Do you like to play cards?

No. And besides, we haven't any.

That's a very funny thing...

...but as chance would have it,

I happen to have a deck right here.

- Now, isn't that a strange coincidence?

- Yes, isn't it?

Double solitaire?

Well, we're hooked.

He's digging in for the night.

Poor Kitty. Her first date,

and she draws a guy that's slapjack-happy.

Well, I guess I'll finish the laundry.

- What are you doing?

- I'm any judge of that guy's character...

...I'll be able to finish this book.

Jack, queen, king.

Seventeen games to three.

- Swell coffee.

- It's a little too strong for me.

It's been keeping me awake.

- You're not so very good at sol, are you?

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