The Divorcee Page #7

What's he doing?

Trying to wreck a fairly good mind

and an A-1 body.

Really?

He's doing newspaper work,

for the time being.

Of course, it won't last.

Ask about me?

My dear, he hates you so hard,

I think he's still mad about you.

Oh, no, he's not.

Making a fool of himself, eh?

Oh, well, you know what

Americans do in Paris.

When they meet someone

who speaks American and knows Paris.

Ted was taking bets to see

how many nights in succession

he could stay drunk

without spending a cent for it.

He'd gone six weeks when we started.

You know, Bill's been crazy about him

ever since he broke up our wedding party.

It seems in the West

where men are so and so,

that, that's considered

a pretty good piece of work.

Well, anyhow,

I've been busting to tell you.

What a girl.

The lad I divorced is married again,

has a baby

and arrives in Wall Street

every morning at 9:00.

Helen!

Oh, I guess that's Paul now.

- He'll be delighted to see you, Helen.

- I'll be very glad to see him.

Oh.

It's Dorothy, Jerry.

Oh, yes, of course. Come in, Dorothy.

I suppose I should have called you

and made a date.

Well, for heaven's sake, Dorothy.

Hello, Helen. I hear you've married again.

Yes, a big cattle and horse man.

Thanks for the tea, darling.

I must be going.

Buffalo Bill is waiting.

- I hope I didn't interrupt.

- Oh, no, not at all.

We're at the Ritz, dear.

Why don't you come over

and have dinner with us?

Sorry, I have a date for dinner.

- Helen!

- Hello, Paul.

Hello. Well, Jerry...

If anything happens to your date, dear,

come on over.

Thanks.

- Goodbye, Paul, see you later.

- Goodbye, Helen.

- Have some tea, Paul, won't you?

- No, thanks, Jerry.

Well, Dot, what are you doing here?

I just wanted to see Jerry

for a few minutes.

What did you want to say to her?

I guess I was going to ask her

not to take you from me.

But I've told you that Jerry has

no responsibility in the matter, Dot.

I thought that everything was all settled.

And besides, you said that we...

I know I said I'd set you free.

When you told me, my pride revolted

at holding you against your will.

But now that I've had time to think it over,

I have no pride, Paul.

Maybe our marriage hasn't meant much,

but there's nothing at all without it.

It does give me an excuse for living,

being married to you.

- There isn't anything else.

- Wait a minute, Dot.

You know that I'm not planning

to desert you.

I've made certain definite arrangements

to take care of you.

And that's everything in the world

I have for you, my dear.

I have a right to a chance at some kind

of personal life, haven't I?

Like anyone else?

Well, how about it, Dot?

Just a minute.

- Can't we talk afterwards?

- I'm afraid not.

I'm afraid she's right, Paul.

I couldn't do it.

I wouldn't dare expect to be happy.

Please, Paul, it hit me.

It brought back something.

Devastation just like this.

Only I deserved it.

Let me say it, Paul.

She married the man she loved. So did I.

Every woman does, if she can.

But Dorothy is just trying to hang on.

I didn't.

I see my way. I see it so clearly now, Paul.

I've never given my word

and broken it before, except once.

And that was the promise I made

on the altar with all my heart and soul.

Jerry I... This is just a storm.

- I'm terribly sorry.

- Oh, please.

You've saved us both

from a horrible mistake.

I'm really grateful.

This is right, Paul, and in our hearts

we've known it, haven't we?

Marriage is the one thing in the world

I thought ought to be perfect.

Nothing else is.

And when mine wasn't, I quit.

I don't know whether Ted could ever

give me another chance.

But wherever he is, I'm going to find him

and find out.

Jerry, if Ted doesn't come here,

we'll go over to Zelly's.

We may find him there.

We'll wait a while, Hank.

What do you think he'll do

when he finds you're in Paris?

Who can tell?

Why, there he is now!

- Is he alone?

No.

Quite a party.

Jerry,

don't you want to talk to him?

- Hank, will you take me over there?

- Why, certainly, Jerry.

Ted! Come on, Ted. Come on.

- Ted!

- Jerry!

What are you doing here?

Surprised?

Well, I thought when I put

the Atlantic Ocean between us,

I wouldn't be seeing you.

You should have found a wider ocean.

Don't you think it would be more Christian

if you'd give me a chance to forget you?

Do you still hate me that much, Ted?

Where's your husband?

Oh, he's not far away.

You do keep track of me, don't you?

That's why I left New York,

because I couldn't think of anything else.

I'm still a little groggy, Jerry,

but with time out I think I'll be able

to finish the game.

You deserve the best in the world, Ted.

There's no one that wishes it

for you more than I do.

Sure, I know.

And there's no reason on Earth

why we can't still be friends.

No, of course not.

I hope that, that other fellow gives you

the break you deserve.

I certainly didn't.

Well, here's everything, Jerry.

And happy New Year.

I'm working in London, Ted.

This is the third time I've been in Paris

looking for you.

- For me?

- Yes.

Why?

You see, I had to leave New York, too.

Couldn't forget that little church

and a lot of other things.

You're the only husband I've ever had

and ever want.

It's New Year in a minute, Ted.

All the world gets a new chance.

Don't kid me, Jerry.

I'd give my right arm for another chance.

I like that right arm.

How about putting it around me?

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