My Man Godfrey Page #10

- How?

Well, you're grateful to me because I

helped you to beat Cornelia,

and I'm grateful to you

because you helped me to beat life.

But that doesn't mean that

we have to fall in love.

If you don't want to,

but I'd make a wonderful wife.

Well, not for me,

I'm afraid.

You see, I like you very much.

But I had a very bitter experience.

But I won't bore you with that.

- Maybe she wasn't in love with you.

- Well, maybe not.

However, that's

beside the point.

You and I are friends.

I feel a certain

responsibility to you.

- That's why I wanted to tell you first.

- Tell me what?

Well, I thought it was about time

that I was moving on.

Godfrey!

Now, please.

- I won't cry, I promise.

- That's fine.

After all,

I'm your protege.

- You want me to improve myself?

- Yes.

You don't want me to go on being

just a butler all my life, do you?

- I want you to be anything you want.

- Well, that's very sweet.

- When are you leaving?

- Oh, pretty soon.

But I'll call you up

every now and then.

We'll have long chats.

I'll tell you how I'm getting on.

- Oh, we'll have lots of fun.

- Are you going back to her?

- To whom?

- That Indian woman.

Indian... Oh!

She was just

a fabrication.

Oh! Then, you weren't

married to her?

No, she was just a product

ofTommy Gray's imagination.

- Then there wasn't any?

- No!

Well, there couldn't

have been five children.

Well, naturally.

That makes a difference.

Yeah, that makes

a difference.

Did you ring, miss?

You needn't be so formal

when we're alone.

Shouldn't that rather increase

a butler's formality?

- But you're not a butler.

- I'm sorry if I've disappointed.

You might drop that superior

attitude for a moment.

There's a little matter I've wanted to

talk over with you for quite a while...

called "The Mystery

of Milady's Necklace"...

or "What Happened

to the Pearls?"

Pearls? Necklace? Oh, you mean the

one that disappeared last fall?

- The same.

- Didn't that ever turn up?

Oh, yes, it turned up,

but not in my possession.

I know the first part of the story, but

I wondered what you know might know?

- I can't imagine.

- One other story might interest you.

I met some people

on the boat coming over.

A Boston family,

quite distinguished.

They knew a great deal

about a family called... the Parkes.

The old Mayflower crowd.

Very upper crust too.

Never been a breath

of scandal.

It would be an awful shame to see

them made the laughing stock of Boston.

I should hate to see anyone

made a laughing stock.

Let's you and I take a long taxi ride

out Van Cortland Way.

Perhaps we could

exchange secrets.

- Is that a command?

- As you like.

I'll be waiting

around the corner.

Which corner?

This one or that one?

This corner.

It's impossible to exchange

intimate secrets here.

The traffic's almost as heavy as it is

at Grand Central Station.

Don't forget, darling.

Fifteen minutes.

Please, Godfrey,

you can't go with Cornelia.

But I didn't say I was going

anyplace with Miss Cornelia.

I know, but you will. She always

makes everybody do just as she likes.

But why should you care

whether I meet her or not?

I do care, that's why.

Cornelia's the one who doesn't care.

I think I should decide

those things for myself.

Oh, Godfrey, I don't want

to be annoying, but I... Oh!

Oh, see here...

You-You can't do that.

Uh, please, snap out of it.

Ohhh, this is

the craziest family.

Now see here, stop this nonsense.

Do you hear?

If you're faking one of your spells

to keep me from meeting Cornelia,

you're on the wrong track,

you hear?

- Do you hear?

- Mmm.

Must be some smelling salts.

Are you feeling better?

No?

Just a minute.

Godfrey knows how to take care

of little Irene.

Yes, indeed.

Just lie there quietly, and Godfrey

will take care of everything.

Godfrey knows just how

to take care...

of these nasty old faints.

That's the girl.

Come right up here.

There you are.

Godfrey will soon fix Irene.

Yes, indeed.

Just leave everything to Godfrey.

Godfrey will take care

of everything.

Now, you just sit right down

there like a good girl,

and in just a minute

you'll forget that you had any trouble.

I thought so. Let that be a lesson.

Godrey! Oh, Godfrey,

don't go away!

Oh, Godfrey,

now I know you love me.

- I do not love you!

- You do!

What is the meaning of this,

may I ask?

- Godfrey loves me!

- What are you talking about?

- Godfrey loves me!

- Godfrey, I demand an explanation!

- I think perhaps I had better resign.

- Yes, that's a good idea.

- What do you think your father'd say?

- I don't care. Godfrey loves me.

You put on some dry clothes

and come downstairs.

- Godfrey loves me!

- I never heard anything like this!

Shut that thing off!

I feel gloomy enough as it is!

- Something terrible has happened.

- What?

- Godfrey pushed Irene into a shower.

- What's terrible about that?

He's in love with her. I can't make

head nor tail out of the whole thing.

I can't make head nor tail

out of what you're saying.

The only thing is to send

him back where he came from.

Imagine, falling in love

with a butler.

If you're going to feel sorry

for anyone, feel sorry for Godfrey.

- Alexander!

- Don't "Alexander" me!

I've got something

more important to talk about.

Don't tell me you're going

to talk about money matters.

- Money, money, money!

- Yes, I am. But before I start,

I'm going to have

a little talk with Carlo.

- What are you going to do?

- This is private, just for Carlo's ears.

You don't mind if we have

a little chat, Carlo, old boy?

You know, for some time,

Carlo, I've felt...

- What did you say to Carlo?

- I said good-bye.

- Did he go?

- He left through the side window.

- Where is he going?

- I don't know, but he won't be back.

- Now, sit down and do some listening.

- I've never seen you like this.

Sit down!

What's come over you?

- You're just in time to listen.

- Do you want Godfrey to listen?

Yes, I want Godfrey to listen.

This concerns him too.

You might as well all know,

point-blank, we're about broke.

You mean we haven't

any money left?

We've got this house, a few odds

and ends, and that's about all.

Not only that, I've lost all of my stock

in Bullock Enterprises.

I've borrowed some of the stockholder's

money trying to recoup my losses.

I don't know where I'm going to end up.

Maybe in jail.

- Alexander!

- But if I do end up in jail,

it'll be the first peace

I've had in 20 years.

And I don't want any of you

to chortle about Godfrey.

You may all end up on the dump.

- What are we going to do?

- May I intrude, sir?

I'm afraid things are not

as bad as you make out.

- What do you know about it?

- Well, sir,

I've known for a long time the Bullock

interests were in rather a bad way.

I offered to help you once,

but you declined that help.

So I took the liberty of dabbling in the

market on my own account. Here, sir.

- What's this?

- That's most of your stock.

I knew it had been dumped

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