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any more than I can.

Your father needs someone, Carol,

and he has for a long time.

You've stayed away all these weeks just

to punish him for making you unhappy.

You don't know the meaning of unhappiness.

If you ever really want to know,

ask your father.

You know, we could've been

friends very easily.

If we'd met a few days sooner,

or a long time later.

It's too bad.

Miss Howell...

Louise.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Sutton.

- Good afternoon.

How late am I?

I'm afraid you've missed

the entire ceremony.

Frankly, I just came for the food and drink.

Where are they?

Mr. And Mrs. Graham are in the drawing room.

I mean the food and drink.

Never mind, I'll find them myself.

- How are you, David?

- Hello, George.

- I wish you both a lot of happiness.

- Thank you very much.

I wonder if I'd start a new trend

if I shook hands with the bride...

and embraced the groom?

I know it's tough, but couldn't

you try to be conventional?

You're a very lucky man.

- You're a very lucky woman.

- Thank you, David.

Bless you both, and where are

the hors d'oeuvres?

Dean, I didn't know you'd invited him.

- I didn't. Didn't you?

- No.

One more, please.

Come out from behind that potted palm.

No.

Would you rather I hid and

you came out and found me?

I'll be through crying in a minute.

Please go away.

I will not. I'm hungry. You cry, I'll eat.

Don't mind me. Blow as hard as you like.

There's nothing unusual

about crying at a wedding.

Certainly not, I've got a lump

in my throat myself.

Mine's pure emotion. Yours is devilled egg.

I was afraid you were going to ruin

a perfectly good potted palm.

It wouldn't matter.

- They're not ours, they're rented.

- Don't worry about it.

- What?

- You're David Sutton.

I've never denied that, who are you?

Don't you remember me?

Don't you recognize me?

Not with your eyes in that condition, no.

The last time you saw me, my eyes

were in exactly this condition.

I was 11 years old and I'd just

proposed marriage to you.

Now, do you know?

Not definitely. I received proposals

from several 11-year-olds.

Will this help?

When you said no, I hauled off

and kicked you in the shins.

Carol Graham!

I'm disappointed, I'd pictured

you going through life with a limp.

Let me look at you.

Well, you haven't grown very much but...

then again, you have.

Let me look at you.

You're holding your stomach in a bit,

otherwise you've held together beautifully.

- Yes, very attractive.

- Thank you.

Why don't we see if the minister

is still here? A double wedding.

I don't want my shins kicked again.

But, I won't be rushed

into anything, either.

I'm going to give you plenty of time.

You're gonna take me dining,

dancing, nightclubbing...

That sounds like an expensive program.

You better speak to your father

about raising your allowance.

Carol, your father wants you.

I'll be right back.

Wine?

Please.

Thank you.

Stay away from Carol.

- Why?

- Because you're not wanted in this house.

I'm married now and I have a different life.

Frankly, you bring back very

unpleasant memories.

I've forgiven you, why haven't you

forgiven me?

Do I have to make a scene before you leave?

No, I arrived late, it's only right

that I should leave early.

- Hello, Louise.

- Hello, John.

Where's Dean? Is he neglecting you already?

- Yes. For a new oil field.

- That's hardly a good excuse.

There's David Sutton.

That's very rude. He'll think

you're inviting him over here.

I am.

I've hooked him.

I wish you hadn't done that.

I don't want him to join us.

When he comes over,

make an excuse, but get rid of him.

- Why?

- Because I asked you to.

- Hello, Carol.

- Hello, David.

- Mrs. Graham, how are you?

- Very well, thank you.

We don't want to keep you from your friends.

Yes, we do.

As a matter of fact,

I haven't a friend in the world.

I guess, I better be getting

back to my seat.

Too late, you're trapped.

In that case I'll take

the best spot. Move over.

Darling, I have a headache,

I think I'd better go home.

Should I go with you?

No, you stay. I don't want

to spoil the concert for you.

I'll see her to the car.

You're using the wrong tactics,

you should keep me guessing.

I don't know why I don't hate you.

You don't try hard enough.

You should force yourself.

Someday you're going to stop laughing at me.

- May I see you to the car?

- No, thank you. Don't bother.

Good night, Mrs. Graham.

Good evening, Mrs. Graham.

Oh, Elsie.

- Is my husband home?

- No, ma'am.

He phoned from the office.

He said he'd be late.

What is it?

- We fooled her, didn't we?

- Yes.

- Good night.

- Good night, darling.

See you tomorrow.

Carol.

- I thought you were ill.

- Never mind that.

- I want to talk to you.

- About?

- Not here, in my room.

- We can talk here.

Get in there, I said.

I don't like this kind of treatment.

I saw you kissing.

- What of it?

- I heard what you said to him.

- Did you?

- Stay away from him, Carol. He's no good.

Odd, he says that about you.

We had quite a long talk about you.

- He's a liar, whatever he said was a lie.

- Really?

Even what he told me about

how you used to meet in his cabin?

Lies, all lies.

I'd never have anything to do with him,

that's why he hates me.

He doesn't hate you.

But he doesn't love you, either.

You're the one, you're

in love with him, aren't you?

That's absurd and ridiculous.

Childish, just like everything else.

- Pretty stupid of you to have believed him.

- He told me other things I hadn't known.

About my mother.

What about her?

What about your mother, what did he say?

You killed her, it wasn't an accident.

- Keep quiet!

- You did it so you could marry my father.

- So David would come back...

- That's not true, you're lying.

You're all liars.

You're in love with David, and

you killed my mother to get him back!

It's true, isn't it? Isn't it true, Louise?

- Isn't it?

- Yes, it's true!

Now leave me alone.

- What are you going to do?

- I'm going to tell my father, right now.

Don't do that, Carol, I'm warning you.

Carol!

I won't let you tell him.

- You can't stop me.

- Yes, I can.

Let me go, I'm going to tell him.

Good night.

Louise, you shouldn't have waited up.

Are you feeling better?

- Yes.

- I came straight home as I was worried.

It's a shame you missed the concert.

- Your jacket is wet.

- It doesn't matter.

- Is there something I can do for you?

- No.

Good night.

142 over 90.

All right...

you can finish dressing now, Mrs...

Mrs. Smith.

Oh, yes. Smith.

Unusual name.

Come in here, when you're ready.

Who did she say recommended her?

Dr. Reynolds in Washington.

Shall I look him up?

Don't bother, I doubt

there is such a doctor.

In any case, it doesn't matter.

I know all that I need to know.

Did she mention any previous

medical history?

Measles, influenza, the usual things.

No serious illnesses.

Perhaps that much is true.

Sit down, please.

- You think I've been lying to you?

- I'm sure of it.

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