Man of the World Page #6

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I know now what kind

of man you were.

What you're talking about

used to be, didn't it?

It's part of a past...

to which I'll never return.

Then what difference does it make?

You know so much more than I do.

You've seen so much more

of the world than I have.

And you make such a bad job

of trying to fool me, Michael.

I wasn't trying to fool you, Mary.

I wish I were.

That isn't what I mean,

you silly Michael.

You thought by telling me

what you used to be...

you could cure me

of my love for you.

Mary--

What you're saying

isn't important now.

It was true.

It isn't true anymore.

I'm even almost glad

it's happened.

Glad?

I don't think I could've stood it

if you hadn't had

some kind of flaw, Michael.

It's funny, you're trying to tell me

you're not worthy of me,

when all the time--

Oh, Mary.

Before you called this morning,

I tried to write a letter to Frank.

He's fine, good,

everything a man should be.

And I don't love him.

Mary, do you mean

that in spite of every--

I do mean.

The past is what

it was for both of us.

We love each other.

Don't you see

that's all that matters?

Perhaps we can find

a bench where--

Where we can talk?

Where we can talk.

Say, I can remember once

I had a good-time Charlie.

And it was all fixed up for Michael

to walk in and ask this guy...

what he thought

he was doing with his wife.

Good for 5,000 bucks

this guy was too.

All right. Mike is supposed

to walk in at 4:
00.

And sharp 7:
00, he shows up.

You can't imagine what

I went through those three hours.

Yes, I can.

Well, you're wrong.

Hurrah, a caller.

Hello.

Hello.

Hmm, it talks. Say, not wanting

to change the subject,

but you were supposed

to be here at 4:
:00.

I have something to say to you, Irene.

Well, what am I supposed

to do, handsprings?

I think I'll blow along.

Don't bother, Fred.

Anything the district attorney has got

to say to me, he can say in front of you.

Oh, uh, excuse me for using

the word "district attorney."

I forgot you're very sensitive.

I gotta go.

You don't seem to hold

your audiences somehow, Michael.

Go ahead and get all that stuff

out of your system, Irene.

And when you've finished,

I want to talk to you seriously.

Shoot.

You know what I told you last night?

You say so many things

I can't remember them all.

Try to think.

You put a sort of riddle to me...

and answered it yourself.

You were a bit wrong in your answer.

Miss Kendall and l

are going to be married.

On the level?

On the level.

And that goes in every way.

And that's what I came to tell you.

Thanks.

Now I'll tell you something.

You're not going to marry

that girl, now or ever.

Interesting, but untrue.

I've told her all about myself.

You see, interesting and true.

Yes, I see.

Don't bother inviting me

to the wedding, Michael,

because I'll be there anyway.

I'll bring a couple of cops

along for protection...

and to pull you in as soon as

the ceremony is performed.

There are a lot of things the cops

in this town would like to know,

and I'm just the little lady

that can tell them.

I don't suppose you stopped

to think of that.

I have a notion you won't do that.

You've been getting a lot

of funny notions lately.

And they're not healthy for you.

You are what you are and you're

never going to be able to change,

because there are a lot of people

you've done things to who won't let you.

No matter if you stayed honest

from now on until you died.

I'm just like you are,

only I ain't kidding myself.

I don't intend to go on as I have.

But you've got to,

whether you want to or not.

Let's say you're really

in love with this girl.

What kind of love do you think it is?

Because you love her, are you gonna

take her no matter what happens to her?

I know, you love each other.

That's all that matters, isn't it?

She can spend five years, 1 0 years

of her life as Mrs. Convict Trevor,

or whatever one of your aliases

they get you under.

If I don't squeal,

it doesn't have to be me,

something will pop up

one of these days and get you...

and you know it.

I don't know it.

Oh, yes, you do.

You're too smart not to have

figured it all out for yourself.

Why don't you take a little trip?

She'll forget all about you in a month.

Not that girl.

You are what you are.

Then what difference does it make?

And you're never going

to be able to change.

Don't you see that's all that matters?

Ten years ofher life as

Mrs. Convict Trevor, and you know it.

Never been in love

in my life until then.

You're too smart not to have

figured it all out for yourself.

What kind oflove do you think it is?

Because you love her, are you gonna

take her no matter what happens to her?

I don't believe it.

Frankly, I don't care

whether you believe it or not.

My only interest is in the amount

of the check you're going to give me.

It's preposterous.

That's the fourth time you've said that.

Say it again, and I walk out.

You can't be serious about this.

That first gag about holding me up

on that item about me and that blonde.

All right, I'll believe that.

But you and Mary--

It's down there in black and white

just like that other item.

You can suit yourself about believing it,

but that's the way it gets printed unless--

I ought to break

every bone in your body.

Well, in the first place,

I don't think you can.

And in the second place, the item

gets printed whether you do or not.

I've heard about

your kind of scoundrel,

but I really didn't believe he existed.

Now you know.

Hello.

Michael.

Just a minute.

Why? What's the matter?

Plenty. Read this.

I don't understand.

This rat is trying to--

That kind of talk will do you no good,

except to raise the price.

Price?

He wants $1 0,000 to keep that out

of a dirty scandal sheet he runs.

It's some kind of joke.

That's what I thought.

You'll find out

how much of a joke it is.

Just a moment.

According to this piece,

yesterday you and I visited a cheap

and notorious inn near Versailles.

That's right.

You know that

this whole thing is a lie.

Do I?

You know that yesterday,

we spent the morning...

and most of the afternoon in the Bois.

You remember that, don't you?

The item speaks for itself.

If the paper is wrong,

I'm sure it will publish a retraction.

Unfortunately, however,

a retraction is seldom read...

by all the people who read

the original statement.

This whole thing is a lie,

and you propose to publish it,

is that right?

There's one way of stopping publication.

May I speak to-- to Mr. Trevor alone?

I prefer Mr. Taylor

to remain in the room.

I see.

You are serious about this?

Decidedly.

If Mr. Taylor doesn't listen to reason,

that item will be printed

in the paper next week.

I, uh, imagine Frank

will be interested in reading it.

I think that Frank's interests

need concern you no longer.

I don't see what we can do,

Mary, except pay him.

And the sooner you take care of it,

the sooner I can be on my way.

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