Riptide Page #4

Not that there's anything wrong.

I've always had a feeling that I could sleep better

after having done my duty.

I wouldn't trust that Tommie with my old Buick.

Tommie, too much Vermouth.

I'm furious.

You've ruined my evening.

What do you think you've done with my evening ?

What ?

Here I was contemplating a nice juicy suicide,

everything getting darker and darker...

... when you blow in with a lot of trumpets full of electricity,

inflame us and whoa !....

up on top of the world again.

Will you keep quiet.

How did I spoil your evening ?

I don't know.

Don't take me too seriously, dear.

I was wrong. Let's just be friends.

From your standpoint you weren't wrong, I guess.

That's very sweet of you to say that.

Perhaps I did take too much for granted.

I probably encouraged you a bit.

Let's just be real pals. Real buddies.

We'll go over to St. Tropez tomorrow

and have a real hearty lunch and watch the sea.

No, no, I don't think that would be such a good idea.

You see, Tommie, I'd love to, but...

All right, all right. Don't explain.

Tonight's been perfect.

You're sweet.

You really are.

Mary...

Mary, I could marry you.

I've never said that to any woman before.

I've never thought it about any woman before.

You're mad. You're beautifully batty.

You're always reaching out

for something, somewhere, somehow...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Aren't we all ?

This whole human setup is just grab, grab, grab,

and I'm getting very sick of it.

I think human biengs are the most unfortunate

of all animals, all the reptiles and all the birds.

Tommie, you're a fool, but a nice one.

You know, you have a funny sense of truth in you...

And so have you.

If only you'd be true to yourself.

Listen.

Listen to those birds up there.

They don't have to drink to be gay.

They don't have to doll up

and gab a lot of nonsense.

Listen to that row back there.

Now listen to him.

He's a happy little fellow, isn't he ?

We could be happy too, Mary.

Two people like us.

I am happy.

No. I mean two kindred spirits like you and me.

How ?

They could sleep all day...

They can get up just when the evening was gonna get gay...

... and they could dance,

and take long walks into the moonlight.

... then back and change,

and out with the horses and riding into the dawn.

Just when everybody else was waking up to face the day.

They could be flitting in and out of warm shower baths...

... and pulling down the blinds on trouble,

and bores and telephones.

Then they'd be up in the evening

and drink steaming hot coffee...

... and pull up the shades

and let that old moon in again.

It would be paradise, wouldn't it ?

They'd be children of the night.

Satan...

See me sometimes, Mary.

Just like this.

Forget all that solid routine they call living.

Spread your wings and flutter with me sometimes.

I've forgotten how to flutter.

I can teach you. Wouldn't it be fun,

wouldn't it be marvelous ?

Think of the thrill of knowing that just around the corner

there was fun and laughter....

... waiting to hold you....

... like this....

... and say...

hello, Mary darling.

It's perfect, isn't it ?

Nearly.

Why not perfect ?

I'd like a drink.

All right, I'll get you one.

Don't want you to get cold.

I'll be back in just a second.

First a little gin.

Now a little... a little gin.

Oh... Mary.

Mary, I will disguise this

so that you will never know.

A dash of bitters...

Ice... pardon my fingers.

Oh my, what a moon, what a moon.

Mary, look at...

Mary.

Mary !

Mary !

Where is she ?

There she goes.

Mary !

Hello there, Tommie.

Good morning.

Mary !

These Americans...

Mary ! Mary !

Mary, you can't do that !

I'm sick of being thrown out of hotels.

Mary, you said that you would wait. Now, Mary...

Mary, open the door !

Mary !

Mary, open the door !

Monsieur, vous ne pouvez...

Mary !

Oh, mon Dieu. Venez avec moi...

Slick, I smell trouble.

What you smellin', Mr. Grey ?

Mary !

Ce n'est pas juste, Il y a d'autre monde qui dorme...

Mary !

Mais, non, regarde quel heure est-il.

Mary !

Every time I find something that I really like

away it pops.

But she's married.

So was Cleopatra.

How do you know ?

Go to bed, Slick.

Get in here.

All I needed was that girl.

Listen to me, you can write her off your

next year's income tax as unavoidable loss.

She trembled. She fluttered.

I know, but she'll flutter

just as well tomorrow.

No she won't. Not her.

She's got conscience written all over her face.

At this moment she is cooling off

like some beautiful volcano...

... that has decided not to wipe out

a lot of Italian villages.

Why don't you be a good boy and go to beddy-bye ?

Why ?

So I can go to beddy-bye.

That's her room over there.

Mary !

Tommie, now wait a minute.

What are you gonna do ?

Mary !

Don't make an ass out of yourself.

Leave me alone.

If you fall will you leave me the big car ?

Yeah, I'll leave you my ermine coat too.

Shh. What's your name ?

Mary !

Tommie !

Tommie !

Have you sent for a doctor ?

Yes, I've sent for one.

Lady Rexford ?

Yes.

Do you speak French, madame ?

I do, but I'm not in the mood.

What is it ?

Tonight, madam, you had here a visitor.

A gentleman.

He comes, perhaps, for a little chat.

A little drink.

Why, no one was here.

Je vous avez bien dit que vous aviez tort.

Madame was alone ?

That's what I said, yes, why ?

Then, madame, how is it that this Trent...

Trent ?

Thomas L. Trent.

What about Mr. Trent ?

They say he must have thrown

himself from your balcony.

Then it was Tommie who jumped.

Tommie jumped...

What happened ?

Tommie wasn't even up here tonight.

My dear, I didn't tell you when I came in...

Silence, please.

Madame should know.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You did not quarrel with Mr. Trent tonight ?

Of course not.

You did not perhaps,

in resisting him, push him out ?

Don't be ridiculous.

What's happened to him ? Is he hurt ?

We don't know. He's at the hospital.

What hospital ?

Hospital Ste. Madeleine.

Thank you very much.

What's he doing there ?

Mr. Clegg, please, this is a private matter.

I know, I know.

Tommie Trent attempted suicide from this balcony.

What ?

Come on now. Who is the lady ?

Who are you ?

My name is Clegg.

Clog ?

Clegg ! Excelsior News Service.

Are you the Lady Rexley, is it ?

My name is Rexford.

Perhaps we can have a

little chat when the visitors leave.

Take him away.

You have taken your picture, Mr. Clegg.

It's a private matter.

Can't you sort this thing out ?

And what is your name, please ?

The dowager duchess of Valhalla Gotoblazes.

I accept the apology. Taken.

Tommie, you poor kid.

Mary,

Mary, you pushed me.

Fool.

Mary, I can't see you very well.

They've pumped me full of junk.

Why did you do it ?

Why did you run away from me ?

You were grand.

I was going crazy for weeks.

Then you came along and...

cured my blues,

then you ran away and locked me out.

And I couldn't bear it.

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