Shall We Dance Page #4

if you do.

l'm only trying to do my best, sir.

Do your next best and move us

to another part of this hotel.

Why shouldn't married people

have adjoining suites?

-Because they're not married.

-Not married?

Arthur.

Linda, l've only kept the roof open

in the hope you'd come back.

Since you left,

l haven't had one revue there.

l couldn't find a big enough name.

Arthur, l'm not that good.

You're right, Linda, you're not.

Seriously, the crowds who haven't been

on the roof since you left think you are.

-Arthur, l forgot to tell you something.

-What, Lynn?

l'm going to be married

to Jim Montgomery.

Well, l guess l'm licked.

lf you have your mind made up

that definitely...

there's nothing more l can say

to influence you.

No, l'm afraid there's not.

Except to wish me luck.

Well, you know l do, Lynn.

All the best, the very best.

Thank you, Arthur.

There's just one thing l insist

on doing for you.

What's that?

Give you and Jim a farewell dinner,

tonight, on the roof.

We'd love it.

So nice of you to think of Jim.

l think of him constantly.

We've had our dinner.

What are we doing up here?

You'll find out when l do.

Yes, Mr. Petrov,

Mr. Miller's expecting you.

This way, please.

-Take this to Evans.

-Yes, sir.

Thank you, Arthur.

And now, Miss Keene has graciously

consented to dance for us.

But not alone.

Those who've never seen

her famous partner...

have at least heard of him

quite a bit lately.

Petrov.

-What am l supposed to do?

-Twist.

l've got to keep

that marriage story alive, Charlie.

lt's the only way l can stop Lynn

from marrying Montgomery.

Then you'll have to get a new angle.

The newspapers are cold

on this secret marriage, it's too secret.

They've told the boys to lay off

unless they can furnish absolute proof.

lf l can only hang onto this combination.

The public would climb up

the side of the building...

to see Lynn and Petrov

dance together now.

-We've got to do something.

-Yeah.

Furnish the proof that they're married.

That ought to be easy.

l have an idea that's so dastardly,

it's beautiful.

You remember the dream idea

that sculptor sold us on for Lynn?

The one we spent $5,000 on

and never used?

Yes.

Here's where we're going to collect on it.

-Lynn never saw that model, did she?

-Not that l know of.

lt breaks my heart to do this...

but with a few slight changes, l'll turn

that dream stuff into a nightmare...

that'll make history.

Poor Lynn! Look.

-Good morning, Tai.

-Good morning, Miss Linda.

Have you no shame?

-Why, l--

-How can you look yourself in the face?

-But l--

-Here l emphatically deny your marriage...

to the boys and they flash

these pictures on me.

The humiliation of it.

Lynn, l never thought

you'd double-cross me.

Double-cross you? l didn't pose for those.

l suppose that's an old tintype

of your grandmother.

lt could be. lt's certainly not me.

Linda, l've trusted you.

l've done everything l could think of.

Didn't l even bless your proposed union

with Jim?

What a way to treat me, your best friend.

Don't go.

You're the only one who can help me.

l've done everything l could.

-But you've got to.

-Not anymore.

You must. All right, l'll sue the paper.

-l'll get to the bottom of these pictures.

-You mustn't get involved in this.

l can't let you down in this crisis.

l'll handle the whole thing for you.

Thank you, Arthur.

l knew you'd stand by me.

Get me Mr. Petrov.

Hello.

Oh, it's you.

Good morning.

How?

What?

Why, no, l haven't.

The papers?

l'll be right over.

What is the matter?

When you shout like that

you frighten me, old fellow.

Take a look at this, old fellow.

l read the paper this morning, Mr. Petrov.

You won't have to run

through the hallway anymore.

Compliments of the management.

Cad.

l suppose you're going to say

this is Jeffrey's fault.

l suppose you're going to say

this isn't you.

l can't very well, and neither can you.

Can you?

No.

You don't, by any chance,

walk in your sleep, do you?

What.... How can you say such a thing?

Well, it's my bed, and l'm asleep.

Hello. What?

You want a statement?

-Well, let me tell you, if you think--

-Wait a minute.

You'd better not say that.

lt might be libel.

Let me talk.

Maybe l can put it more gently.

Hello.

Who is this, please?

Oh, the editor.

Listen, you and that cheap outfit

that published those pictures.

l know, but wait a minute, l'm talking.

What?

Jim.

Jim, why didn't you phone?

l would've been dressed.

l suppose you've seen the morning paper?

Oh, that. Lies, ridiculous lies.

Now, Linda, l let you talk your way out

of that other picture...

but that's no joke sitting on that bed.

lt's you.

Me? That's not me.

Do you think l'd be caught dead

in that cheap negligee?

That's irrelevant.

ln the picture l'm looking at,

there's no corpse.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Jim, this is Mr. Petrov.

Mr. Petrov, this is Jim...

Jim Montgomery, my fiance.

You've heard of Mr. Petrov,

haven't you, dear?

Yes.

lsn't he the man

you were telling me about?

Yes, he's the one.

Yes, l'm the one.

l'm glad to see you, Mr. Montgomery.

Linda, the editor said he'll be very happy

to retract his statement...

but how about those pictures?

Yes, as l was saying,

how about those pictures?

Yes, how about those pictures?

Now, Linda, l don't want to upset you

or anything...

but don't you think this is a poor time

to announce our engagement?

l mean, couldn't we wait until

things get a little more straightened out?

Yes, Jim, of course, it's only fair to you.

Glad to have met you, Mr. Petrov.

Me, too, Mr. Montgomery.

Charming chap.

l'm awfully sorry, Linda,

but we'll manage this somehow.

But how?

Mr. Petrov, the lobby is simply bursting

with reporters.

They're on their way up, what shall l do?

Stall them off, Cecil.

-We'll sneak down the freight elevator.

-Stall them off.

Get dressed.

We'll meet in the park in 15 minutes.

All right.

Let's go back. l'm tired.

Gosh, l can't keep this up much longer.

l haven't been on skates since l was a kid.

-lt was your idea.

-Yeah.

How much longer do we have

to stay out here?

The reporters will probably leave by dark.

l guess it would look kind of funny...

if we denied the marriage now,

wouldn't it?

l don't know what to do.

l don't either.

The word is ''either.''

All right.

The word is ''either.''

No use squabbling.

That'll get neither of us anyplace.

The word is ''neither.''

Yes, it was my idea.

-Have you any more of them?

-No.

Read all about the secret marriage!

Paper, read all about the secret marriage!

Did you hear that?

We're about the only two people

in the world...

who don't think we're married.

We don't ''think'' we're not.

We both ''know'' we're not.

Except me.

l'm beginning to have my doubts.

Don't tell me l have to convince you, too,

that we're not married.

We might just as well be.

We certainly can't afford to deny it

in the face of those pictures.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes