Kitty Foyle Page #8

it doesn't make a difference.

And so that's where

we're going to live.

Anywhere else in the world.

- Isn't that right?

- Of course...

This is all very provoking.

But, Miss Foyle, thou must realize

that such a thing is quite impossible.

And why?

It happens that the Strafford money

is a trust fund.

Established by family wills.

They provide that Wyn,

when he takes unto himself a wife...

...shall reside at Darby Mill...

...and shall assume his duties

as an officer of the family bank.

And those terms are irrevocable.

So you see, my dear, there's nothing

we can do about it, any of us.

It's just the way Wyn's money

has been left to him.

You mean all those people who are dead

can tell us what to do?

You mean that Wyn

can't live his own life?

Within the limits of his

responsibilities, yes.

And what if Wyn refuses?

In that case...

...his inheritance would

pass into the family trust.

Well, so what?

So Wyn isn't rich anymore.

Well, so, what is that to me?

I didn't marry Wyn for his money.

I don't care if he hasn't got a penny.

But, Miss Foyle, thou are not being

quite reasonable about this.

- Says thou.

- Miss Foyle, thy temper.

Mr. Kennett, thy foot.

Let's get a few things straight around here.

I didn't ask to marry a Strafford,

he asked me.

I married a man, not an institution

or a trust fund or a bank.

Oh, I've got a fine picture of your

family conference here.

The Straffords trying to figure out

how to take the curse off Kitty Foyle.

Buy the girl a phony education,

polish off the edges...

...and make a Main Line doll out of her.

Oh, you ought to know better that that.

It takes six generations to make

a bunch of people like you.

And by Judas Priest,

I haven't got that much time.

Kitty.

Darling, please, I've got to talk to you.

Darling...

...please try to understand

the family's point of view.

You can't just square off at them.

It's no use, Wyn.

They've got you under contract.

Kitty...

...we're going to New York,

you and I.

Live our lives just as we planned.

And that means giving up

your inheritance...

...and everything your family has

built up for you, doesn't it?

That's all right.

I can make some kind of a living.

Can you learn to live in a one-room

apartment with a pull-down bed...

...eat in drugstores,

go to movies once a week...

...and save a dollar or two against

the time when you haven't got a job?

- Do you think you could learn that, Wyn?

- If we're together.

Do you think you'd be happy

living that way?

Wait here, Kitty.

I'm going in and tell them.

You left for good that time.

Back to New York and your old job.

Oh, you went through

the motions of living...

...but you really weren't living at all.

It's not living when you'd give an

eyetooth just to hear someone say hello.

- Hello.

- Well, hello, Mark.

- It's been quite a while, hasn't it, Kitty?

- Yes.

How about going someplace

for a drink?

I'm sorry, Mark, I...

Oh, you don't have to explain to me.

Come on.

Here's a place.

Quite a place too, they tell me.

Yes, quite a place.

- What'll you have?

- Anything you like.

Give us something kind of special.

Strega?

Yes, two of them.

Say, what is Strega, anyhow?

It's an Italian drink.

You'll see. It has a picture

of a witch on the bottle.

They say that if two people

drink it together...

...they'll never drink it apart.

It's been a long time

since I've seen you. Too long.

Yes.

Kitty...

...there's something I want to tell you.

You always show up

at the wrong time, Mark.

Why?

- You knew I was married?

- Yes.

Well, I'm not anymore.

Today I got my decree.

Funny...

...it started out, "The people of

this free state sends you greetings."

We haven't had any calls for Strega

since a long time.

Well, how about a toast?

You still love him?

I'm afraid so.

What was the matter, Kitty?

Why didn't it turn out better?

I couldn't live his life,

he couldn't live mine.

It was as simple as that.

Is there any chance for me?

I'm afraid not.

You know I love you, don't you?

Yes.

I don't know why I should need

all this background...

...but, Kitty, will you marry me?

Well, we could go out to dinner

and see a show.

I can afford seats downstairs now.

I'd like to, Mark, but all the time

I'd be with you, I'd be thinking of him.

And you're too nice

to be pushed around...

...so it's only fair that you should know.

I see.

Maybe we'd better say goodbye here.

I understand.

If there's anything you ever want,

well, you know you can call on me.

I know that.

I'm a pretty good doctor, Kitty...

...but, seeing you,

I wish I had specialized in heart trouble.

I want to see the sunset

at Lake Pocono.

But we're too late.

It's already set.

You began to find out about then...

...there's a lot of living to do in the world.

And if you're worthwhile, you get hurt.

Funny, the things love does to a woman.

I think you'd better come back

in about a week, Mrs. Foyle.

Yes, doctor.

I'm sorry I'm late, Delphine.

That's all right, my little pet.

Oh, but you had a long-distance call.

- Really?

- Just a few minutes ago.

Call Philadelphia operator number 12.

Operator 12, please.

You have a call from Philadelphia

for Miss Foyle.

I'll wait. Thank you.

Hello.

Who is it?

Oh, Wyn.

Yes, Wyn, yes.

Oh, of course we can have a talk.

Five-thirty at Giono's?

You know I'll be there.

Goodbye.

I'll be there.

- Everything all right?

- It is now.

Delphine, the reason I was late

this morning is because...

...I had to go to the doctor's.

Are you ill?

No.

Then what's the matter?

Well, as I was leaving his office,

he called me "Mrs. Foyle."

My dear.

Can I help you?

No, it's all right now...

...because, you see, Wyn called.

He knows, your Mr. Philadelphia?

Of course he knows.

I mean, of course he doesn't know.

I mean, he can't.

Oh, but in his heart, he must...

...because he called, and I'm going

to see him this afternoon.

This is just what he needed.

It's just what I needed too.

Me and Wyn

and something to fight for.

- Good afternoon, Miss Foyle.

- Good afternoon, Giono.

Mr. Strafford just called.

He said Strega and two glasses.

I think I'd better have milk.

- Milk?

- Yes.

But when you have good Strega,

why should you want milk?

Well, I don't want him growing up

to be a dipsomaniac, do I?

I beg your pardon?

Oh, just milk.

All right, milk.

- Oh, Giono.

- Yes?

Grade-A milk.

Grade A.

- Grade-A.

- Let me out of here, will you, Giono?

- But, Miss Foyle...

- I'm sorry.

Is there anything wrong?

Can I do anything?

No, not anymore.

But Mr. Strafford,

what am I going to tell him?

Tell him I hope the first one is a boy.

What's wrong?

Wyn is going to be married...

...but to somebody else.

Then... Then he doesn't know?

You didn't tell him?

No.

- Well, obviously, somebody must.

- No.

No.

I wouldn't want him like that.

He'd feel gallant and conscientious.

There's no happiness for anybody

in a marriage like that.

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