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for a chauffeur?

I wish I could get as big a kick out of it

as you got out of this luncheon.

It must be a grand feeling

to have everything you want.

If it is, I never had it.

Oh, I suppose I should be

the happiest woman in the world.

Beautiful home, successful husband

and a nice youngster, but...

Add it all up and it spells herring!

Is that it?

Somehow the things that make

other people happy leave me cold.

I guess something must have been

left out of my makeup.

I think I want things passionately,

and when I get them, I lose all interest.

If wanting things make you happy,

I should be turning cartwheels right now.

Maybe life's been too easy for you, Vivian.

I wonder. But it's you I really envy, Mary.

Your independence and your courage.

Oh, I've had to go into port

for repairs a few times.

I accepted the first man

who really wanted to marry me.

I thought it meant comfort and security.

You're doing all right for yourself.

That thing on your finger

isn't a pop bottle, you know.

- But didn't you love him, Vivian?

- I thought I did. Maybe I do still.

Maybe it's my fault

that things have turned out to be rather,

well, tiresome and pointless.

- But you have a child?

- Yes, a boy.

Three-and-a-half and a darling.

What does your husband do?

He's a lawyer,

one of the most prominent in the city.

But let's talk about you, Ruth.

What are you doing?

I won't be doing anything

if I don't get back to the office.

I've been here an hour and a half.

Well, let's go then.

Oh, will one of you girls

help me up, please?

Well, goodbye, girls.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Vivian.

- Some people get all the luck.

- I wonder.

Molly!

Junior. Junior, where are you?

Stop! There's something

big and black out there.

Nonsense, you get right back into bed.

You better look out.

There, hear it?

Silly boy, that's just a branch

tapping against the window, see?

There we are. Goodnight.

Let's play horsy. Let's play horsy.

We'll play horsy in the morning.

Now you lie down and go to sleep.

But I don't want to go to sleep.

Oh, please try to go to sleep. Goodnight.

Don't go away.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Go to sleep like a good little boy.

Tell me a story.

Now stop this nonsense and go to sleep.

But I'm thirsty.

- Gee, that was good.

- That's enough now. Goodnight.

More.

Don't turn out the light, Molly.

- I wonder if anything's wrong?

Stay here a little longer.

- Is Junior sick?

No, Mrs. Kirkwood.

The wind outside woke him

and now he won't go to sleep.

Now, listen here, young man,

you get right down there and go to sleep.

Hear me? There you are.

That's a good boy, now.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Mommy.

Goodnight, Son.

Don't go, Daddy.

Come along, Bob,

and let Junior go to sleep.

I'll be there directly.

Now what's the idea, young man?

Why don't you go to sleep, huh?

Look, I didn't mean to break it, Daddy.

You didn't break it, Son.

Look, it's a trick hat.

- Here, you try it.

- Okay!

That's a boy.

Now you go right to sleep

so you can get up early

and we can go down

and look at the goldfish.

I want to see the one

with the fat stomach.

- How is he, by the way?

- You mean Oscar?

Yes, speckled old Oscar.

Oh, he's fatter than ever.

Tell me the story, Daddy.

The one about

the big fish that jumped over the boat.

- Goodnight, Son.

- Goodnight, Daddy.

Just what is it, Vivian?

I know you're asleep with your eyes open.

- What do you mean?

- Why do you avoid me?

Have I done anything to offend you?

No, it isn't you. I don't know what it is.

I just seem fed up with everything.

I've noticed that, but I thought

it was just a mood that would pass.

So did I, but it hasn't.

- Oh, what's the use of talking about it?

- I don't understand you, Vivian.

I've done everything in my power

to make you happy.

I try to give you everything you ask for,

let you do as you please.

I know. Maybe you've been too good.

I might try beating you

every morning before breakfast.

That might prove effective.

No, but seriously, dear,

there must be some solution.

Can't we get together?

I wish to heaven we could.

I've had the willies for months.

Everything depresses me, even this house.

Sometimes I think,

if I could only get away.

That's an idea. Let's go away.

I can get away from the office for a while.

I think maybe

I've been sticking a bit too close.

Haven't given you enough of my time.

We'll go abroad

and forget about everything.

- Just have a good time.

- That wouldn't help things much.

It would be the same thing,

whether it was here

or Paris or Rome or Vienna.

Just a change of background.

Would you rather go alone?

Would you mind?

I'd mind, of course, but if you think

that's the best way to work it out.

What about Junior?

I think I'd like to take him with me.

Well, I'd miss the little fellow,

but maybe it's best.

Well, we can talk over the details

in the morning.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Bob.

- Sure you have everything?

- I think so.

You don't sail till midnight.

Shall we take a little sprint

around the deck?

I'd rather not if you don't mind.

I wanna get Junior to bed.

I don't wanna go to bed.

I wanna stay with Daddy.

You're going to be a big boy now

and take care of Mumsie,

and I'll be seeing you in a few weeks.

- Be sure and take care of Oscar.

- You bet I will.

- I'll feed him every day.

- Oh, no, every other day.

Do you wanna kill him?

Come on, Junior,

it's way past your bedtime.

- I wanna undress myself.

- All right, if you think you can.

Well, I hope you're going to get along

all right without Molly.

It'll be sort of fun

taking care of him myself.

Maybe that's just what I need.

Come in!

This telegram came

just after you left the office, Mr. Kirkwood.

Mr. Stevens said

you'd want to see it tonight.

What is it?

It's that Wainwright Chancery case

in Cleveland.

It's all in a mess.

They've upset the settlement

we reached last summer.

Business, business.

It won't even let you see me off in peace.

I'm sorry. I'll have to go.

There's a train leaving

the Grand Central at 12:10.

It gets you there at 9:00 a. m.

Anything else, Mr. Kirkwood?

Make reservations

and meet me at the station.

Right. Well, a pleasant journey,

Mrs. Kirkwood.

- Thank you.

- I hate leaving you like this.

That's all right, dear. You just go ahead.

- Well, Son, shall we say goodbye?

- Bye, Daddy.

Don't forget, every other day!

I won't forget. Goodbye.

Bye, Daddy.

You've been awfully sweet

about this, Bob.

Now just forget about everything

and enjoy yourself.

I'm sure when you get back,

you'll feel better

and have a happier outlook.

- I hope so.

- Goodbye, dear.

Goodbye, Bob.

- Cable me as soon as you arrive.

- I will.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Vivian!

- Mary Keaton. Of all people.

- Mary Bernard, the stage name, you know.

- Oh, that's right.

- How are you? I'm glad to see you.

- Well, I'm glad to see you.

I was just about to break out

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