The Young in Heart

Many a hot Indian night my dear old

Lancers and I have whiled away at poker.

I've been a bit out of touch

with the game lately, however,

which may account for the fact that

the cards seemed somewhat obstinate.

Obstinate?

I thought they did everything

but push the money toward you.

Well, it's keeping it in the family,

Jennings. All in the family.

A sort of domestic jackpot,

you might say.

Of course,

once the dear children are married,

everything I have is yours,

and everything you have is mine.

You mustn't let your generosity

sweep away your reason, sir.

Isn't it lovely the way my husband

has taken Mr. Jennings?

To his heart, I mean,

of course.

Just like two boys, the way

they like to gamble on everything.

Tell me, Mrs. Carleton, why do you

call your husband the Sahib?

Sahib? That's Indian

for "gentleman," you know.

Such a distinguished man.

But what does he do now?

He's an economist,

part of the Brain Trust, you know...

labor conditions,

wages, unemployment.

The sahib doesn't believe

in unemployment.

He doesn't?

He thinks it should all

be done away with.

How interesting.

He says the only way

to do away with unemployment

is to do away with employment.

If nobody worked,

there couldn't be any unemployment,

and so the Sahib hasn't done

a speck of work for years.

Passive resistance, you know.

Gandhi.

How clever of him.

My son feels

the same way about it.

- He's terribly clever too.

- And so charming.

And soon to be

your son too, Mrs. Jennings.

"This night, these stars,

"this purple sea...

"why were they planned?

"With what in view,

but for a setting of our love?

Mercy, Richard, you do think up

the prettiest poetry.

Honey, you just make me

want to cry.

Love and tears

go hand in hand, Adela.

That's life.

I was just thinking how romantic

our marriage is gonna be.

We were just made for each other,

weren't we, honey?

We were, Adela.

We are each other's destiny.

But I do not understand

why your brother's marrying that girl.

She's very ugly

and she's very stupid.

Well, he loves her, Duncan.

Love is strange.

Did you say you have something

you want to show me?

I did that. Our engagement ring.

I sent for it.

Isn't that wonderful?

I can hardly wait.

I hope you weren't too extravagant.

It's not a valuable ring,

but it belonged to the MacGregors.

That was my mother's name.

Oh! Why, it's lovely.

I love sentiment... so much better

than all the diamonds...

I'd like to give you diamonds,

George-Anne, and pearls too.

- Would you really?

- But I'm not a wealthy man.

Oh, now, don't try

to make me think that, Duncan.

You're sure

they're the Carletons, Sergeant?

Positive, Lieutenant.

The Monte Carlo police

sent photographs.

Four of a kind...

and the kind

we don't want around here.

Come on.

I have advised Mr. Jennings

not to worry about this check.

I'm thunderstruck, sir.

Utterly thunderstruck.

Did I say thunderstruck?

Yes, dear.

Tell me, Colonel,

you have never been

in the Bengal Lancers, have you?

My dear sir, when my regiment

was quartered in India...

In fact,

you have never been in India.

These reports from Canada

of your earlier life...

"'Sweethearts of the Bengal Lancers'

with the original Toronto cast."

If this is

some low jest of yours, sir...

What is the proposition?

The municipality would feel

a distinct gratitude

if you would be kind enough

to continue your operations elsewhere.

If I were so disposed, sir,

I would consider your remarks insulting.

What my father is trying to say

is that we would be very pleased

to cooperate with the municipality,

but unfortunately,

we have no money.

In fact,

thanks to your interference,

you find us completely destitute.

Mr. Jennings thought as much,

and asked me to present you

with these tickets to London,

with his compliments.

Colonel Anthony Carleton,

Bengal Lancers, at your service. L...

You haven't changed much

since those days, darling.

Is that so, really?

Only your hair's really getting gray

now, instead of being a wig.

But when you jumped up

just then,

you look just like

you used to in the second act

when you talked

to Lady Gretchley. Remember?

Ah, beautiful scene, that.

Beautiful.

"And you, Lady Gretchley,

"rest assured that I,

Colonel Anthony Carleton,

"will so and so and so and so

"with my life

against these villainous natives

"until my

so and so and so and so

Bengal Lancers arrive!"

Colonel Anthony Carleton...

how we loved that name

when we first rehearsed the play

that night in Toronto.

We've sort of

taken the name for granted, now.

Do you remember how

they always cheered

at my speech at the end

of the second act?

"So and so and so and so,

forward march!"

A splendid play!

Well, it had its moments,

my dear, it had its moments.

He's very well-known as Algy

To the girls of Mandalay

He was a capital something Algy

So bold, so brave, so gay

He's la-la-la-la

favorite Algy

How he made the barmaids sigh

He was very well-known,

was Algy

A Piccadilly captain

with a little glass eye

Tell me just one thing, please...

what have you to sing about?

They're getting sentimental.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

The workings of the Sahib's mind

are a deep, dark mystery.

Yeah. Marmy's too.

$3 million tossed away,

and they sing!

And we nearly had it

right in our hands,

if the Sahib had been

content with three million.

But no. He had to have

that extra $4,500.

And get us in a jam besides.

Rick, did you

say good-bye to Adela?

Saying good-bye to $3 million

was all the good-bye I could stand.

I just wish we knew

what we're going to do now.

I've never been so hungry

in my life!

By the way, didn't I see you

with a new ring on last night?

I thought perhaps

when we got on the train,

we might be able to swap it

for a couple of chops.

Oh, that ring wasn't mine.

I just borrowed it for the evening.

Too bad.

What's the matter with us, anyway?

Why can't we ever own anything?

Nobody ever owns anything

except nice, dull people.

And they always get on to us

sooner or later.

Yeah, we're too well-dressed.

Hmm. That won't last long.

I doubt if there's a dressmaker

left in Paris who'll stake us anymore.

Marmy will always find you

clothes somehow, don't worry.

Bravo. Bravo.

He thinks we're sweethearts.

- Rick?

- What?

Did you ever know anybody

who married for love?

I mean where... where somebody

who didn't have any money

married somebody

who didn't have any money.

What did you say they married for?

Well, for love. You know.

No.

No.

Do you think people like that

are ever happy?

Anything particular in mind?

Oh, no, no.

I was just thinking.

Well, there's Marmy and Sahib.

They seem happy enough,

and I can't think when

they've ever had any money.

Oh, they're different, though,

poor darlings.

How?

Oh, both a little barmy.

I mean just normal people,

people who work for a living.

What are you getting at?

What's happened to you, anyway?

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