Kitty Foyle Page #9

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna have this baby.

My dear, have you thought

what that really means?

Sure.

I know.

And I know what

I'm gonna name him too.

The doctor called me Mrs. Foyle,

so I'm gonna call the baby Foyle.

I'll call him Tom Foyle

after my pop.

He'll grow up to be proud of his name.

And proud of his mother.

And by Judas Priest,

he'll be a fighter too.

Hard as a pine knot.

Tom Foyle...

...the toughest kid in the block.

This is what women want.

It isn't men, not really.

It's something down inside them

that's the future.

That was it, the future.

In the year 2000 A.D.,

your son would be only 65 years old.

He'd write it someday,

on a letter maybe.

January 1 st, 2000.

Your candidate for the year 2000.

Your sweet, tough, little candidate.

You don't have to tell me, Delphine.

I know.

It's a boy.

Yes, Kitty.

It's the funniest thing.

You get so dopey.

All the time, it seemed...

...I was dreaming

that he was drowning...

...and I was swimming after him...

...trying to keep his little head

above water.

It's funny, isn't it?

Yes, Kitty.

And then it seems like

I heard him cry.

I'll bet his lungs are awful good,

aren't they?

I could hear him crying...

...while I was swimming way down there

under the water.

He cried good and loud too,

didn't he, Delphine?

Yes.

When are they gonna

let me have him...

...so I can hold him?

Delphine?

- Delphine?

- Please, you must rest, Kitty.

- I don't want to rest. I want my son.

- You must.

Where is he?

Delphine, he isn't?

He isn't?

I'm sorry.

I'm not thinking about me.

I'm thinking about my little candidate

for the year 2000.

It's so good to be alive...

...and he didn't even

get a chance to fight.

But time kept on doing business

at the same old stand.

Five years of it.

Then Delphine sent you

down to Philadelphia...

...to open a branch

in that department store.

You were afraid to go.

Afraid of all the things

it might bring back.

But nothing happened...

...until the afternoon

of your last day there.

I'm wearing silver net over gray satin.

What would you suggest to bring out

the color of my eyes?

I should think a touch more orange

in your lip rouge would do it.

Yes, that's a good idea.

What about perfume?

Perfume?

Are you going to the opera or dancing?

I'm going to the assembly tonight.

Well, what flowers are you wearing?

Well, I hadn't decided yet.

Well, if you're going to wear orchids...

...I would suggest Madame Detaille's

new 1940 Olympia.

- Mrs. Strafford?

- Yes?

- You're wanted on the telephone, please.

- Thank you.

Hello.

Oh, hello, Wyn.

Oh, you don't have to go

to New York again, do you?

But, Wyn, we've never been

to an assembly together.

Oh, all right.

Wait till I get home.

Goodbye.

I'm sorry, I'll have to leave right away.

- Shall I send something to your home?

- No, I'll just take the lipstick with me.

Charge it to Mrs. Wynnewood Strafford,

Darby Mill, please.

- Mommy, are we going home?

- Yes, dear.

But you told me I could buy Daddy

a birthday present.

We'll get it tomorrow. Come on.

I forgot my bear.

Oh, I was just bringing it to you.

Thank you.

I'll bet I can tell you

what your name is.

I bet you couldn't.

It's Wyn Strafford.

Wynnewood Strafford VII.

How did you know?

I understand little boys pretty well.

You see, I used to know

a little boy once.

He'd be just about your age now.

What was his name?

And I think his eyes might have been

just like yours.

I have eyes just like my daddy's,

but he's big.

Do you want a birthday present

for your daddy very badly?

Oh, yes. He always gives me one.

Well, you can give this to your daddy...

...but it has got to be a secret.

Oh, no, that's just for your daddy...

...but it's a secret.

Here he is.

He darted away so quickly,

we thought we'd lost him.

I'll be coming in again soon.

Could I have your name?

Oh, I'm sorry.

You see, we're not allowed

to give out our names.

Oh, that's too bad. Goodbye.

Goodbye...

...Mrs. Strafford.

There you are, kid.

There's the record.

Mark's waiting for you

at St. Timothy's...

...and here's Wyn again.

Think fast, Captain Foyle.

- Got your bags ready, Miss Foyle?

- Oh, yes.

What time is it?

Twenty-five to 12, ma'am.

Will you tell the doorman

to call a cab for me?

Yes, ma'am.

- Goodbye, Tim.

- Thank you.

- Are you gonna be gone long?

- Permanently.

- Mighty sorry to lose you.

- Thank you, Tim.

We don't get very many

pretty girls here, you know.

- Tim.

- Yes?

I think a young man will call for me

a little after midnight.

He'll be quite excited, I think,

and rather insistent...

...and I want you to tell him

for me that...

Now just a minute.

I want to get this straight.

I want you to tell him that I...

I admire him very much,

and I always will.

You admire him very much and...

And that I'll never forget him.

And you will never forget...

Tell him that I'll always love him

in a very special way.

You'll always love him

in a very special...

And that I'm going to be

married tonight.

And you're going to be...

- St. Timothy's Hospital.

- Yes, miss.

Well, Judas Priest.

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