Mr. & Mrs. Smith Page #7

Maybe we're being too hasty, Ashley.

We'll make reservations for the children.

I don't want to seem too harsh.

All right, Jefferson,

we'll try and forget all this.

How do you do?

- Is it too late to go skiing?

- Lf you hurry you'll get a couple of hours in.

We'll hurry. Just make an "X," Jeff.

Mr. Custer, I have a message for you

from your parents.

They're on an excursion trip on the lake.

They won't be able to get back

until tonight.

The snow's blocked all the roads.

I see.

- What floor are we on?

- Your rooms are not in the lodge.

I thought they were.

- They were changed to one of the cabins.

- That's funny.

I'm sure you'll find it very satisfactory.

There's more privacy,

and a great many people prefer that.

That'll be all right, Jeff.

How far is it from here?

It's only half a mile, and the sleigh

brings you back and forth for meals.

It gives you quite an appetite.

- They're not connecting rooms, are they?

- No, they're separate suites.

I guess we better stay here for lunch

before we go.

Yes. Boy, they'll be in Cabin McKinley.

- Each cabin is named after a president.

- How very patriotic.

Clean, cold air.

I love the smell of snow.

- No one can smell the snow.

- I can.

It isn't snow.

Those two bags go in one room,

and the rest in the other.

Pardon me.

Don't catch cold, now.

- There you are, boys.

- Thank you, sir.

Phone when you want dinner,

the sleigh will be here in a few minutes.

The sleigh service

is discontinued after 10:00 at night.

So are the telephones.

We try to make this a real retreat.

That suits me.

A man has no right

to ask anything more beautiful.

- Someone else has the other suite.

- I'm glad of that.

Well, on with our skis.

Why, it's David.

What are you doing here?

- He's fainted.

- What happened to him?

- He's terribly ill.

- He's got quite an even pulse.

Don't let him soak here. Carry him inside.

Easy, Jeff.

Ann, would you hold his arms?

- But you...

- No, his arms.

Then maybe I can do it.

Let me see, now.

Ann, you hold his legs.

All right.

That's fine.

Too heavy for you, honey?

No. I guess I better go first.

Easy, Jeff.

One step, honey.

Set his legs down, honey.

Let's rest a minute.

All right?

Now we've got him.

Easy.

I better go first.

Mind the stairs, now.

That's fine.

Careful.

That's a girl.

In here.

Mind the chair.

I better go.

Hang on. Swing. One, two, three!

This is his room.

He doesn't seem to be breathing.

Don't worry, now. Control yourself.

- He's frozen. He's blue with cold.

- He's breathing fine.

Maybe he ought to have a little brandy.

No, I'm afraid not.

I think that's what did it.

Yes, I can see he's been at it all week.

- A few hours' sleep will bring him around.

- Do you really think so?

We better get these wet clothes off him.

Come on now, old man. That's fine.

We will go away

the first two weeks in December.

What's he saying?

We were supposed to come here

the first two weeks in December.

You'll be crazy about it, Ann.

He must've been here the whole week,

torturing himself.

He shouldn't have come here.

Playing in the snow.

We'll have a lot of fun.

Let's get these wet things off him.

Look out!

You'll fall.

He thinks we're skiing.

You're very graceful, Ann.

Just don't go so fast the next time.

I don't want you to hurt yourself.

Isn't that terrible?

Look out! Look out for that tree!

- You better go to your room now.

- Why? What's the matter?

- I want to get him undressed.

- Go ahead.

If you need me, call me.

The first two weeks in December.

Take a little walk in the snow,

you'll feel better.

He'll get delirious again and want water.

He's sleeping like a baby.

There's nothing we can do for him now.

I think I'll look once more.

He's asleep.

He's trying to say something.

The first two weeks in December.

What's he saying?

He's still at the first two weeks

in December.

He's opening his eyes.

Hello, David.

Hello, Ann.

My, he is in bad shape.

Don't you remember me?

Try and think, David. This is Ann. Annie.

This is Jeff.

Your old school chum, Jefferson.

I'll never forget you

in that little blue dress.

That's the dress I was wearing

when I first met him.

The one I told you about, the one he tore.

He liked me in that.

We ought to let him rest a while.

That isn't a rattle, is it?

I don't think so.

I wish I could hear it again, though.

No. He's just clearing his throat.

- He looks awful.

- He'll look better when he gets a shave.

- That's what I was thinking.

- We'll send for a barber tomorrow.

Are you expecting me to shave him?

No. I can do it.

You? That's something

only a barber can do.

It's difficult to shave someone else.

- I've always shaved him.

- You shaved him?

He's going to speak.

That barber has just ruined his skin.

Boy. Boy, I want a shine.

He thinks he's in the barber shop.

Look. He's lifting his hand.

He thinks he wants a manicure.

What shall I do?

Maybe we better humor him. Hold it.

You think we're doing the right thing?

Yes. We mustn't do anything to shock him.

He thinks I'm a manicurist, doesn't he?

He's squeezing my hand.

In a few minutes,

he'll ask you for your phone number.

Will you get me his lotion

out of the bathroom?

Sit down.

A woman can't control herself

entirely by her head...

which is probably why we love you.

You and David have had

three years together...

and whether you realize it or not,

there's a bond between you...

and it's not easily broken.

People get divorced.

It's true that I think you'll be better off

with me, but then I'm prejudiced.

My first wish is to see you happy.

And it's possible, it's more than possible...

that as peculiar as David is,

you still couldn't be happy without him.

Tell you what I'd like you to do.

Take back your promise to marry me,

and think about it for a few days.

If you find you can't go on without David...

you know I'll wish you every happiness

in the world.

That's very kind of you.

Don't you think we ought to see

how he's getting along?

We'll only wake him up.

I'll go see if he's still asleep.

I'll look through the window.

I will never forget you

in that little blue dress.

Little blue dress!

You've been found out, you beast.

I should've known your being here

was too convenient.

Look here...

Big sympathy act,

pretending you're on a bat.

- But I love you.

- Pick up and get out of here.

I never want to see you again.

You're just making a nuisance of yourself.

- Get your hands off me.

- You're in love with me.

And I know you're crazy.

You're mine and you belong to me.

You can't be with

that pile of Southern fried chicken.

- That's what you think.

- You couldn't let him lay a hand on you.

Not after what we've been to each other.

He's going to lay a hand on me,

and we're going to get married.

Okay. If that's the way you feel about it,

I won't stand in your way.

I've been thrown out of my own home,

threatened by cops...

chased around in taxi cabs...

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