Without Love Page #10

I told you father was trying

to get you a commission.

I already have my commission.

- As what?

- As an admiral.

Very funny. I'm going home now,

I want you to come with me.

I'm afraid I can't, Edwina.

Navy regulations.

Article XI, section 3.

An admiral answers only

to one person...

...his wife.

Congratulations,

I'm sure you'll be very happy.

- Edwina, have you seen...?

- Yes.

- When did she leave?

- She? I thought you meant Quentin.

I meant Jamie.

You've been away, haven't you,

professor?

Look. If you don't know

when Jamie went home...

Home? Why should she go home?

She was having a whirl.

Has the great lover gone too?

- If you mean Carrell...?

- If I mean Carrell.

If you mean Carrell,

he left the party alone.

That makes everything all right,

doesn't it?

Jamie is probably on her way home...

...and Paul is probably in his apartment

downstairs reading a book.

What's the matter, brain?

You look worried.

I am worried.

I'm terribly worried about you.

Why don't you try

having your mind lifted?

- Who is it?

- Pat Jamieson.

- Who?

- Pat Jamieson.

Well, Patrick,

I thought you were in Chicago.

- No, I'm in Washington.

- So I see.

Thought I'd drop in for a drink.

I can see that too.

Well, almost looks as though

you might have been expecting me.

I don't like to drink alone.

That's friendly. I like that.

- Cigarette?

- No, no, no, thanks.

I don't like them rouge-tipped.

Some wine?

- How did you find Jamie?

- How did I find her?

Here you are, Patrick.

Not what we used to drink in Paris,

but very pleasant.

You left a little rouge on the glass too.

Can you imagine that?

Terrible service in this hotel.

Tell me how you found Jamie.

I'll tell you when I see her.

I thought she might be

at the party upstairs.

- She was.

- She was?

Looking radiant too.

Her trip to Chicago

must have done her a world of good.

Here's to the new Jamie.

Is there something seriously wrong

with the old one?

Evidently not.

The perfect wife

and the perfect husband.

No faults, no jealousies.

Marriage without pain.

You think I think that's her scarf,

don't you?

- Why should you think that?

- Because I know you.

But I also know Jamie...

...and that's how I know

it's not her scarf.

That doesn't mean anything either.

I thought you weren't

supposed to be jealous.

Not of you, my friend. Never of you.

- Lila Vine once said that...

- That isn't what we're talking about.

- Jamie isn't Lila, is that it?

- That's it.

For instance,

Lila might hide behind that door.

- Jamie never would.

- Your faith is admirable, Patrick.

But as a scientist, I think I'll back up

my faith with a little investigation.

- I wouldn't do that.

- Why not?

Because I don't want you to.

- I want the key.

- What good will it do?

Prove that I'm right.

- Do you need proof?

- No, but you do.

If I don't get the key

and go into that room...

...you'll make up quite a story

about all this.

All right, give me the key

or I'll kick it in.

All right.

- Well, scientist, are you satisfied?

- I always have been. How about you?

Perfectly. Now, let's have some wine.

Yeah.

Cheer up, Patrick.

What are you worried about now?

I'm worried about a heel.

- Me?

- No, me.

You'd better save that for your friend.

They're rationed.

- When did she go to bed?

- When she got home.

Did you leave that cake

and stuff in there?

- Yes, yes. Did she see that?

- Yes.

Did she say anything?

She said she didn't want

to be disturbed.

Well, what time did she get home?

I couldn't tell you, I'm sure.

Since you tinkered with the kitchen

clock, it's never run right.

See that, Diz?

That's a medal.

It's a medal they gave me

for that oxygen mask.

And no matter what you think

of her personally...

...she deserves it more than I do.

Quiet now. Mustn't wake her up.

Mustn't we?

No! No, no, now.

Now, now, look, Diz!

Diz, take it easy. Now, look. Hey, Diz!

Now, look, Diz, this is okay.

I'm awake, see?

Now, watch. Now, watch.

Now, now, now, look. Diz! Diz!

Now, now, look, take it easy.

Take it easy.

Now, don't be a cluck, Diz.

This is not on the level. Now, look.

Here, this is a gag.

Now, sit. Now, watch me.

Now, watch. Now, watch.

Look. Look. Now, look.

Pat, darling.

You're back. How ever are you?

What, darling? How am I?

Oh, I'm simply supreme.

I gained four pounds

and lost them again.

I'm full of all sorts

and descriptions of mischief.

- Isn't this fun?

- Say, what are you...?

Your poor frazzled self.

You've been working too hard again.

The north wind doth blow,

and we shall have snow...

...and what will poor Patrick do then,

poor thing?

Hey, hey.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Do come down, dear, and I'll run

you up some sharps and flats.

- What, darling?

- I didn't say anything.

- What, sweet?

- I said I didn't say anything.

Still the same old Pat.

Comes right back at a girl.

Well, how do I look to you?

You look slightly over lit.

I couldn't be more thrilled

at seeing you home.

Come and kiss me, sweet and twenty.

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Have you been knocking

a few over or something?

What, darling? Oh, no, just sheer,

wonderful animal spirit.

I love animals, don't you?

I love their spirits.

How she loved the chiffon nightie.

Wear it with the fur-side outside.

Wear it with the skin-side inside.

Come and kiss me, laughing water.

But on second thought,

no, I spent hours on my makeup.

Like my flowers, sweet?

Paul is so thoughtful. I must remember

to put them back in the icebox.

Put Paul back in the icebox too.

Smell them.

Paul, dear Paul.

He's quite mad about me, you know.

- What are you supposed to be?

- Me? Me, Jamie Co-co.

Me, French gal.

I brush up on my music un petit peu.

Want to hear?

Stop it!

But, darling, Lila told me

you simply adored cette chanson.

Come here, my little sleeping beauty.

Why, whatever is the matter, sweet?

You're going to find out

what's the matter.

- But I thought you liked girls like that.

- No.

Toujours young. Toujours gay.

Toujours on their heels.

No, I don't like anything about it.

I don't like your dress,

I don't like your flowers...

...and I don't like that!

By gum.

Not even your own.

They are too mine.

They were in a box in my father's desk.

What do you think you're doing?

I've been giving you a little finger wave.

Five curls.

So you saw Lila.

Yes, I did.

- So did I in Chicago.

- And?

So your little imitation was

unnecessary, if that's why you did it.

If you still love her, the quicker

you get a divorce, the better.

That's right.

Now, with your beautiful freedom

back again...

...I wonder what you'll be doing with it?

Remembering your shining face, I expect.

That's sweet, Pat. That's very sweet.

I think I'll settle for that.

- Will you get the divorce or shall I?

- You get it.

- I haven't any grounds.

- Pat, I've got to tell you something.

I'm not sure that I wanna hear it.

As a matter of fact, I'm certain of it.

It doesn't matter.

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