Man of the World Page #3

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Not if I have to phone, I don't.

Oh, you big baby.

If you won't do something, I will.

I know who can do it.

You've got a lot of crust,

if you ask me, Mary.

Mr. Trevor, may I present

Mr. Reynolds?

How do you do,

Mr. Reynolds?

Won't you sit down, Mr. Trevor?

Oh, thank you.

I wonder if you'd do us a favor?

Of course. Gladly.

Frank has to go to London tonight.

He was going to fly this afternoon,

but they called off the service

on account of fog.

Now he has a ticket on the boat,

but no stateroom.

They were all sold out.

You would like me to help you

to get a stateroom. Is that it?

You get the general idea.

Ah, yes. Max.

Oui, monsieur.

Uh, what time does

your train leave, Mr. Reynolds?

2:
:00.

Merci.

Is that all?

Uh, that's all.

I asked him to wire the purser.

He's a friend of mine.

There'll be a stateroom

waiting for you in my name.

Thank you.

How about a little wine,

Mr. Trevor?

Oh. I think not.

Thank you.

We're awfully obliged to you.

Oh, not at all.

How is Paris treating you?

Pretty well.

I'm afraid we don't know

the places to go to.

I think this place is lovely,

but I would like to see

some French people.

This has been a favorite hangout

of Americans for years.

The prices are higher here

than anywhere else.

Uncle Harry says

you know Paris so well, Mr. Trevor.

Where should we go from here?

Well, if you've time, uh,

there's a little place I make a habit

of dropping into at night...

just before going to bed

when I'm really hungry.

If you like, uh,

why not come there with me?

It's very French.

Say, that's an idea.

But surely we've taken

all the advantage of you--

Oh, not at all.

If you're sure we wouldn't be intruding.

I'd like to get away from

this tourist stuff for awhile.

Well, uh, will you be my guests?

Not to give you a short answer,

Mr. Trevor, yes.

Good.

May I?

Ready, Frank?

I suppose so. I never know

whether I'm getting change

or owe the place money.

Merci, monsieur.

If you say this is the real stuff,

I suppose it is.

But I had Paris figured out

all different.

Well, I suppose Paris means

something different for everyone.

For you, I imagine it means clothes.

To Mr. Reynolds, uh, an interlude.

Pause between business deals.

To your uncle,

I daresay it means, uh, change.

And to you?

I don't know.

There was a time

when it meant everything:

gaiety, glamour, adventure.

Now--

And now?

Now it's just a place to live...

and eat onion soup

at 1 :
00 in the morning.

In America at this hour

I suppose it would mean chop suey.

Give me chop suey every time.

I don't know

but what I agree with you.

You know, years ago

I used to be a-- a reporter.

After we put the paper to bed at night,

we used to stop in at a little place

on the corner for chop suey and, uh--

Foo yong.

Foo yong.

I hadn't thought of that

for years.

I suppose living in Paris makes up for

not having a bowl of chop suey.

I suppose so.

It's not the chop suey you miss.

It's what it stands for.

Home. America. Friends.

Fellows I used to know.

Plain things without sauces.

Hello, Mr. Trevor.

Oh, hello, Fred.

Off your beaten path

a bit tonight, aren't you?

Yes. I guess I am.

You know, these folks want to see

all the sights marked

on the picture postcards.

I'm beginning to think

they've been getting

the wrong kind of postcards.

The best American guide

in Paris, that fellow.

He doesn't seem to be

any better than you are.

That man back there

was Michael Trevor.

Very prominent American writer.

Very prominent.

What's he written?

Books.

Novels I guess you'd call 'em.

But I don't know. When you get

right down to it, what are they?

Nothing but books.

It's five past 1 :00.

I've got to be going.

It's been very nice of you

to show us around like this, Mr. Trevor.

Ah. My pleasure.

I'll only be gone 1 0 days.

I'd be tickled to death if you'd be

my guest some night when I get back.

Thank you.

You'd better hurry back.

Uncle Harry will go out of his mind

if has to spend all his time with me.

Pretty tough.

His first week in Paris,

and having to take you around

wherever he goes.

I can't imagine his ever

regarding you as a burden.

Only in Paris, I hope.

Oh. If I can, uh, relieve him

of any part of it--

If you could

take Mary around a bit,

that would be great.

Oh. That's fine.

Now all we need is Mar--

uh, Miss Kendall's consent.

Mary consents with

very unmaidenly rapidity.

Come on. Let's go now.

It's late.

Thank you.

Bonsoir, Monsieur Trevor.

Pierre.

I'd like to call you tomorrow, if I may.

There's a special cup race

at Longchamps.

Oh, I'd love to go!

Good. Suppose I call for you

tomorrow at, uh, 1 :00?

Oh, that'll be fine.

Well, I think I'll walk home.

I wouldn't dare walk five steps

from this door. I'd get lost.

There'll be a taxi along, uh,

almost any minute, I'm sure.

Thanks a lot

for showing us around.

Not at all.

Until tomorrow then?

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

I like that guy.

He's very nice.

He's--Well, I mean, he's, uh--

He's very charming

and sophisticated.

It's a great break for you to get

a man like that, that knows all about

Paris to ask you to go out with him.

To ask me to go out with him?

Don't be silly.

We did everything but lasso him.

Taxi! Come on, Mary.

If I'd say "Hotel de Rgent,"

where do you think we'd wind up?

Let's find out.

Hotel de Rgent.

2:
00. And he said

he'd be here by 1 2:00.

Think of the places I could have gone,

the things I could have done.

He'll probably be along

any day now.

No need getting up

on your ear about it.

Nothing's happened to him.

I told you.

I saw him myself at Papa Jules's

less than an hour ago.

Well, I'm not gonna wait around

half the night for him.

You've had a lot of practice doing it.

Maybe.

But I quit worrying about him

personally six months ago.

Kind of mutual, wasn't it?

Mutual or not, strictly business.

That's little Irenie from now on.

You know, I don't mind

your kidding me,

but I kind of hate

to see you kid somebody else.

Somebody else?

Yourself.

Now, wouldn't you know it?

It's all your life is worth to even

turn around in this room.

Say, that guy's got books

where I wouldn't put... hairpins.

What does he do with them all?

Read them?

Well, what do you suppose he does?

Practice juggling?

Say, that cuckoo

would rather read than eat.

The Money Systems of the Middle Ages.

There's a hot subject for you.

As far as I'm concerned,

there's just one little book

we need. That's all.

Just one.

Good old Dun & Bradstreet:

who's who,

and how much has he got?

When you're through with a guy,

it's how much did he have, isn't it?

I manage to get along pretty well.

If you only weren't so shy

and uncommunicative, Irene.

Fancy seeing you here!

You must have forgotten.

You were supposed to

meet us here two hours ago.

Oh, so that was it.

Somehow I, uh,

couldn't recall what it was

I had forgotten.

I hope your fit of aphasia

didn't include Harry Taylor.

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