The Razor's Edge Page #8

- How is it now?

- Well, it's certainly better.

Do you think

you could cure him permanently?

I can't work miracles,

but there's no reason

why he couldn't cure himself in time.

But that was a miracle.

I saw it.

- Well, whatever it was, it sure helped.

- Enough to come along to dinner?

Sure. I'd like to come.

I haven't eaten a thing all day.

- You're coming, Larry.

- I'd love to.

I haven't danced with you for years.

I'd like to find out if I still know how.

We'll see.

I'll go get my things.

Oh, uh, would you like a drink,

Mr. Maugham? Larry? Everything's here.

[ Crowd Chattering ]

Oh, hello. How's your friend

Elliott Templeton?

- Pretty well, I think.

-[Laughs]

Who was that?

- The Princess Novemali.

- Oh?

Edna.

Funny fellow, that Larry. He doesn't

look a day older than he did

when he left Chicago

all those years ago.

India changed him.

- Changed him?

- He looks extraordinarily happy to me,

calm, yet strangely aloof.

- Excuse me. Do you have a match?

- Oh, here.

- Did you get the car?

- Not yet.

[ Strikes Match ]

- Thanks.

- Does he dance as well as ever?

I didn't notice.

You aren't going to be so silly as to

fall in love with him again, are you?

I've never stopped loving him.

I've never loved anyone else in my life.

Marriage is a very difficult job,

even when one's in love.

I shouldn't have thought it

much fun when one is not.

One can get on all right

without love.

Gray is such a good fellow.

Be a pity to hurt him.

I'll never do anything to hurt him.

I'm too fond of him for that.

Well, it's your business,

not mine.

Where to now?

How about Les Ambassadeurs?

Oh, no. I'm sick of

all these smart places.

Well?

How about the Rue de Lappe? I've never

been there. At least it will be different.

- The Rue de Lappe? In those clothes?

-I can keep my jacket on.

- It'll be fun.

- Okay.

Don't blame us if you don't like it.

Better pull down the blinds if you don't

want a bottle through the window.

[ Both, In French ]

[Accordion And Band Playing, Fast]

[ Both, In French ]

[ Band Slows Down ]

[Tango:
Man Singing In French]

You asked for it, Isabel.

Here it is.

I'm not scared.

I like it.

-[Laughs]

- Look at that.

Police will probably choose

this very moment to raid the place.

I should be thrilled

to the marrow.

[ French ]

[ French ]

[ Band Speeds Up]

Any champagne in Paris is all right, isn't it?

Well, I don't...

- Well, well. Look who's here.

- Sophie!

[ Slurring ]

Who'd you think it was?

Sit down.

Sit down, all of you.

Hello, Gray.

Sit down.

- I'll get you a chair, Sophie.

-[ French ]

[ Both, In French ]

Fancy meeting you all like this.

- Hello, Larry.

- Hi, brown eyes.

- How are you?

- Thirsty.

Come on.

Let's all have a drink!

- Patron!

-[ Man, In French ]

"Do I know them"?

They're my childhood friends.

[ Both, In French ]

Who says I'm drunk?

I know you.

You came to Chicago.

- A bit of a stuffed shirt, aren't you?

- Maybe.

I can't say

you seem so terribly pleased to see me.

I heard you were in Paris.

You might have called me.

I'm in the phone book.

Are you?

Yes.

- Having a good time over here, Sophie?

- Fine.

- You went bust, didn't you, Gray?

- Mm-hmm.

Tough on you.

I guess it must be pretty grim

in Chicago right now.

Lucky for me,

I got out when I did.

Where are those drinks?

[ French ]

- Here they are, Sophie.

-[ French ]

[Cork Pops]

[Gray]

Here you are, Sophie.

My loving in-laws

kicked me out of Chicago.

Said I was gumming up their reputations.

[ French ]

[ Both, In French ]

Look out, Coco. He's the quiet type.

He'll lay you out cold.

- Shut up!

-[ Gray] Get out of here.

-[Laughs]

-[ French ]

Is that a friend of yours, Sophie?

Yes. That's a friend of mine, Isabel.

- Are you living in Paris now, Larry?

- Yes, I am, Sophie.

You remember the summer before the war?

Sure.

- We saw a lot of each other then.

- When?

When you and your mother

were being social.

We used to read poetry together.

Remember, Larry?

You used to write some poetry

yourself in those days.

Pretty good, too, wasn't it?

Not bad for a kid.

It was good.

Well, I better get back to my boyfriend,

or he'll raise the roof.

He's a sulky brute,

but quite a man.

Come and see me, when you've

nothing better to do.

I've got a case of scotch.

So long, folks.

Come again.

I'm here every night.

[Tango:
Man Singing In French]

[ Sighs]

I'm afraid that was not a great success.

Some shock to see Sophie.

Boy, was she tight.

- If not worse.

- That's funny. I got the same impression.

- Do you remember her at all?

- Very well. I liked her.

I remember her husband.

You never saw two people

so crazy about each other.

They got to be a regular joke

around Chicago.

What happened?

Didn't you know?

Bob and the baby were killed.

[Gray] A car hit them.

So, that's what it is.

She nearly went crazy.

[ Isabel ] We did all we could to help her,

but it was no good.

If you asked her to dinner,

she'd come in plastered

and pass out before the evening was over.

- At last, we simply had to drop her.

- She became impossible.

Of course, it was a shock, and I was terribly

sorry for her. But a normal person recovers.

If she went to pieces, it was

because she was always unbalanced.

Even her love for Bob was exaggerated.

Aren't I right, Larry?

No. I don't agree

with you, Isabel.

She was as normal

as any person I've ever known.

But remember, I knew her

better than you did.

- Was she in love with you?

- Good heavens, no.

She was only a kid, just a skinny little girl

with a bow in her hair.

I remember her

crying once when...

When I was reading

an ode of Keats

because it was so beautiful.

Girls of that age

are very emotional.

Oh, there was a lot to her

in those days.

She had what Keats probably

would have called a...

A sort of lovely purity.

Would you stop at the next corner?

I want to get out, please.

- You're not going to run out on us?

- My hotel's only a step from here.

- Good night.

- Larry, will we see you?

Of course.

We're going to Vittel on Thursday

with Uncle Elliott.

He wants to take the cure.

We'll be back by the first. I'll call you.

- Fine. Well, good night. Good night, Gray.

- Good night.

- Good night, Larry.

- And thanks for the dinner.

[Ringing]

Hello.

[ French ]

- Monsieur Darrell, tlphone.

-Oh. Merci.

Hello.

Larry. At last.

I've been trying to reach you for hours.

- Aren't you ever in?

- Hardly ever. When did you get back?

This morning. Uncle Elliott insisted on

being here in time for Elsa's soiree tonight.

Poor dear, he's not at all well,

but he will go to all these parties.

How's Gray getting along?

Oh, Larry,

you've simply done wonders for him.

He started to play golf again. He blames it

all on you. And what have you been doing?

Oh, one thing and another.

I've seen a lot of Sophie.

Really? Why?

Well, after all,

she's an old friend.

If you want my opinion, I think

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