Merrily We Go to Hell Page #6

she would have been right.

Besides, I can't be jealous of

someone I've never really had.

I mean you.

Now, that isn't true.

It is true. Except for a short

while after we were married.

You started drinking

because of Claire Hempstead.

Well, that's true enough.

And you started drinking

again when you met her again.

I stayed with you because

I thought you had loved me

and would again.

Now I know you never did

because you married me

with her image in your mind.

In all the time

we've been together,

you've never once said,

"I love you. "

You'll never know how much I've

wanted to hear you say that.

Yes, and there's something else I've

been trying to tell you all evening,

and now you'll never know.

Joan, you're crazy.

You know that

I think you're...

If you say that word to me once

more, I think I'll kill you!

Where you going?

I'm going to my father,

who's always loved me.

I'm going with you.

The one thing

you can do for me

is to stay just

where you are.

Joan.

Joan!

I'm going.

Good night, old man.

Good night.

Good night, Jerry.

Good night.

She's gone.

That's the best

thing she ever...

Be up to your place

later? You coming or not?

I'll be up later.

Okay.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Don't you feel the

need of a little drink?

I'm sorry I got you

into this, Claire.

Sorrier that you

ever got me into it.

You do need

a drink. Here.

You've fed me

enough liquor.

What's happened to you?

Something you

wouldn't understand.

Just a few words

that Joan said to me,

enough to make me

understand why I drink,

and you can't realize how knowing

that gives me a weapon against it.

The only thing worse than a

drunkard is a reformed drunkard.

Be yourself, Jerry.

I am myself for

the first time.

That's why you

don't recognize me.

That's why you

don't understand

that I don't want

ever to see you again.

Ever, as long as

you live, do you hear?

Yes, I hear.

In fact, my organs of

hearing are very good.

In other words,

don't shout at me.

Well, I feel

like shouting.

I want you to know just

where I stand with myself.

I'm not interested.

And I want you to know just

where you stand with me.

You don't mean

a thing to me,

and the funny thing is, I never

knew it until a few moments ago.

You should have been

grateful to find it out.

I am grateful.

Yes, I'm grateful

this whole thing's happened

because if I had

never met you again,

I might have

gone through life

clinging to

an image in my mind,

a phantom that I'd been

drinking to for years,

when all the time I had a

wonderful reality in my arms.

You really should save those

speeches for your plays.

Good night.

Yes, see you later.

Good night.

What this country

needs is fewer blondes.

Is that so?

We got them all out,

Jerry, and we're going now.

I'm the one

that's going.

Where to?

I'm gonna find someone

and say three words to her

I should have been

saying all along.

That's what

this country needs,

more men who know

when they've been wrong.

Three little words that I should

have been saying to her all along.

Bittersweet 8100.

Corbett's not the man

he used to be, is he?

Well, why should he be?

He had a hit,

went on the razzle-dazzle,

and now he's just back where he

started, broke and minus a wife.

Hello?

I'd like to speak to

Mrs. Corbett, please.

This is

Mr. Hotchkiss calling.

It's for Miss Joan

again, sir.

He says

it's Mr. Hotchkiss.

Tell him...

No, I'll tell him myself.

It's time you learned Joan won't talk

to you no matter what name you give.

I want the flowers

sent there again.

But I can't keep on sending

them there and getting them back,

sending them there

and getting them back.

I'll address

another envelope.

This is Mr. Simpson calling.

Hello. Hello?

Didn't read my column

this morning, did you?

I never read

your column, Damery.

Still, here's an item

that might interest you.

Miss, is that

Mrs. Corbett's room?

No, but you can ask the floor

nurse at the end of the corridor.

Could I see him?

Certainly.

Cute, isn't he?

Miss, could you tell me

where Mrs. Corbett's room is?

The third door

to the left.

Third. Thank you.

I'm too happy to

glare back, Prentice.

How is she?

Haven't you done

enough to her?

You're not

going to see her.

Yes, I am. I've a right to see her

now. I'm the father of her child.

You're no father.

Your baby is dead.

You're lying.

It's no lie.

Your baby died...

You're lying.

...two hours

after it was born,

and whether Joan

will live or...

If she doesn't,

you will have killed her.

Don't you suppose

I know that?

I don't care whether

you know it or not.

I only know

that if she dies,

well, I'll kill you.

If she dies,

you won't have to.

You're not

going in there.

Yes, I am.

Joan needs me now.

You're not

going in there.

She stuck to me when I needed

her, and she needs me now.

You're not going in.

Get out of the way,

Prentice.

I swear if you don't get out

of the way, I'll knock you down.

Let me tell her

you're here.

Feeling better, dear?

Dad, I want Jerry.

I must have Jerry.

Please send for him.

She doesn't want

to see you.

Dad, please send for Jerry.

I'm here, Joanie.

Jerry.

I love you so, Joanie.

I love you so much,

so much.

Jerry!

My baby. My baby.

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