The Razor's Edge Page #13

Listen.

Do you remember that night in Chicago,

when we talked at the country club?

I told you then that I didn't think

I'd ever find myself?

Well, I haven't yet completely.

I found some of the things

that I was looking for.

And someday, I may find

them all. But in any event,

I'm going to keep

right on looking.

It isn't easy,

and it isn't fun.

I've known moments of

futility and frustration. I've...

But that's all passed now.

Passed and done.

I know what lies ahead.

I know where I'm going. And Gray,

in his own way, can do the same thing

because this is

his second chance!

And I know

he'll come through.

All right.

Suppose he does.

And what about me?

Doesn't it mean anything

to you that I love you?

That I've never loved

anybody else but you?

That my children might have

been your children, that...

Oh, why didn't I marry you

when I had the chance?

I could have!

You know I could have.

That last night in Paris,

you were ready enough to

give up all this foolishness for me.

If I'd just had brains enough,

I could have saved you.

But no! I threw you out! I thought

I was being so noble. Remember?

Look at me, Larry.

You know you love me.

You know that

you've always wanted me.

Say it's true.

Say you know it's true.

Oh, Larry!

I love you.

I love you!

Promise you'll come back with us.

Promise you will!

Tell me about Sophie, Isabel.

Sophie?

What about Sophie?

That afternoon

she came to your apartment.

Did she have anything to drink?

- Yes.

- Persovka?

How did you know?

Isn't it strange that she should have

asked for such an unfamiliar liqueur?

She didn't ask for anything.

She just helped herself.

I had to leave to pick up

my daughter at the dentist's.

And when I returned, Sophie was gone

and the bottle was empty.

When you found Sophie gone and

the bottle empty, weren't you surprised?

I thought she got tired

of waiting.

When I noticed the bottle was empty,

I thought the butler had drunk it.

I very nearly

spoke to him about it.

You never were

a very good liar, Isabel.

You don't believe me!

Not for a moment.

Then don't!

All right, if you want the truth, you

can have it. I did it and I'd do it again.

I was determined to stop at nothing

to prevent her marrying you.

Nobody else would do a thing.

They didn't care! I did!

Oh, Larry,

you men are such fools!

I knew that sooner or later

she'd break down. It stuck out a mile.

You saw howjittery she was at the Ritz.

I knew she'd give her soul for a drink.

The idea came to me when Uncle Elliott

made such a fuss about the stuff.

I hated it, but I pretended

it was wonderful.

I knew if she had a chance,

she'd never resist.

That's why I offered to give her

a wedding dress. I made up my mind

that if I found Sophie

had not touched the bottle,

I'd make the best of things

and try to be friends with her.

That's true!

I swear it.

When I came back,

saw the bottle was empty,

I knew I'd been right all along.

That's pretty much

what I thought.

Sophie's dead.

Dead?

Her body was found

in the harbor at Toulon.

She'd been murdered.

Oh, how horrible!

Do they know who did it?

No.

But I do.

There's no need to be shocked

about Sophie any longer, Isabel.

I've had the feeling all day that Sophie

is where she would want to be most,

with Bob and Linda.

I know it's a very usual

and simple way to look at it, but

it's comforting.

Good-bye, Isabel.

And take good care of Gray.

He needs you now

more than ever.

[ Footsteps]

[Very Softly]

Larry?

[ Footsteps Dwindle In The Distance]

- He's gone!

- I know.

I've lost him!

Lost him for good.

And I love him.

I love him so tenderly.

Now, I've lost him!

Do you suppose

we'll ever see him again?

It isn't likely.

His America will be as remote from yours

as the Gobi Desert.

It's all so crazy.

So useless!

What is he trying

to do with his life?

What does he hope to find?

My dear, Larry has found what we

all want and very few of us ever get.

I don't think anyone

can fail to be better and nobler,

kinder for knowing him.

You see, my dear,

goodness is, after all,

the greatest force in the world.

And he's got it.

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