Woman of the Year Page #4

- She's in the wire room.

- Wire room?

Dr. Lubbeck's escaped,

and nobody knows where he is.

Who's he?

Mladen Lubbeck,

the Yugoslavian statesman.

Miss Harding knew him well. She's

worried about whether he got away.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

- Found him yet?

- UP located him in Moscow...

...and AP in Lisbon, both at the same...

Hello.

Did anyone ever tell you that

your manners left much to be desired?

Look, Tess...

There's one thing I want you

to understand.

You're practically the only woman

I would've walked out on last night.

That's about the prettiest compliment

I've ever had.

Tess, don't you understand

what I mean?

I wanna marry you.

Anything happening?

- Plenty.

- Great.

- Sure you want me?

- Yeah.

How about you?

Always swore I wouldn't.

The frightening idea

of getting tied down.

Guess there's one thing

I didn't figure on.

What?

You, Sam.

Yes, Mom.

Oh, but, Mom,

she is good enough for me.

Now, look, Mom, I'll write you

all about it tomorrow.

This long distance will cost me

a week's salary.

What?

Oh, well, Mom, you don't ask girls

a thing like that.

I didn't say it wasn't important,

I just said...

Yes, all right. I'll find out

if she's a good cook, yes.

I'll wire you as soon as the date's set.

All right, dear. Goodbye.

When do you think we...?

- Macinock.

- Macinock.

- Macinock.

- South Carolina's the most...

...convenient place. No waiting period.

Very handy for your father.

We have to arrange this to suit

plans of three people.

- Three?

- Pop, Aunt Ellen and myself.

She's in Minneapolis Thursday.

Make it tomorrow.

- Will that be all right for you?

- I can't make it. I'll be busy.

Allow half an hour for the business.

You can fly back to meet Dr. Lubbeck

in case he is on the clipper.

We'll set it for then. Send the wires,

Gerald. Will that suit you, darling?

- Well, do we have to do it so quick?

- Don't you want to?

Yes, but the whole thing seems

so important for such rush.

I don't know, I always looked forward

to the day I was gonna get married.

I thought I'd do it up right,

like most people do.

I thought I might go for the striped

pants. Just for the wedding, I mean.

I just don't think you can do the thing

right in such a hurry.

We'll do it right.

Here he is.

Pop!

You're beautiful.

- How dare you be late to my wedding.

- I couldn't walk out on the president.

- Since when is he more important than I?

- Since 1789.

Pardon me, Mr. Harding,

but we only have 10 minutes.

Twelve. Hello, Ellen.

- Where's the sacrificial lamb?

- There he is. Sam, Pop.

- Will you need me on the way back?

- Yes, you'd better wait.

Yes, sir.

- Sam.

- Pop.

I've been worried about you

since yesterday.

- Well, I've worried about you for years.

- He'll do.

I think we can both stop worrying.

By authority of the powers invested

in me by the state of South Carolina...

...I pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Yes, I know.

May I, Mrs. Craig?

Hey.

- Well, Pop, you're stuck with me.

- It's a pleasure, Sam.

I've poured some wine for a toast.

Miss Harding... I mean, Mrs. Craig.

That call you put to New York's waiting.

- I didn't want to interrupt.

- That's Gerald. Excuse me.

- I thought a toast to the bride...

- Mr. Harding, we have to hurry.

- Ten minutes rushed by.

- I need a lift. I told Eleanor I'd drop in.

If you're able to go right away.

I'm sorry to rush...

...old boy, but you know...

- Newlyweds should be left alone anyway.

Now, look here... Just a minute, Gerald.

Goodbye. You were sweet to come.

Goodbye, good...

I'm not going. I'm staying.

Now, look, Gerald.

We ought to be able to get out

of here in about half an hour.

I don't know, I suppose

around 10 or 11:
00.

No. Well... You better have a car meet

us. We'll go straight to the apartment.

No, I want them tonight.

If any word did come through, I'd...

Well, I'm afraid it's hopeless.

Good heavens, Miss Harding,

you've been in an accident?

Shame on you.

What a way to talk about marriage.

- Any calls?

- Yes, Miss Harding...

- No, we're married now, Alma.

- Oh, Mrs. Harding.

- No, Mrs. Craig.

- Yeah?

- I put all the messages on your desk.

- Thank you. Bring in the things.

I'll get them.

Oh, Mr. Craig, if there's any

little thing that I can do...

- Thank you. I won't be much bother.

- I know. Miss Harding said you won't.

He didn't make it. I thought he

might have caught the clipper in Lisbon.

- His name's not on the passenger list.

- Good.

- Sam.

- Just tonight, I can't seem to work up...

...any enthusiasm for somebody

who missed a clipper.

I'm sorry, darling.

It's just force of habit.

You suppose I could interest you

in some new habits?

Alma, you must learn

to be more considerate.

Yes, Miss... Ma'am.

- These bags...

- You can just leave them.

Well, I gather this is going to be

my boudoir tonight.

Where are we going to live?

Why don't we find a place by the river.

By the river? You mean, move?

- Sam, I thought, for a while...

- You thought what? Now, Tess...

...you can't expect me to move...

- I have a lease, and it's all established.

Everyone knows my address

and phone number.

- Can't you see what a mess I'd be in?

- Yeah, but I'll feel like a weekend guest.

No, you won't.

Please don't mess around with

anything on the desk, Mr. Craig.

I'm not gonna mess around

with anything on the desk.

- She don't like things being misplaced.

- I'm not gonna misplace anything, Alma.

Alma.

Dr. Lubbeck. Come in.

They stand between me and the

Gestapo. I must see Miss Harding.

Where is she?

No, you don't, Alma. No, you don't.

She's going to bed.

- Couldn't you wait until tomorrow?

- Not even a minute.

Yeah. Then...

Come on, then.

Okay.

Holy jumping Jehoshaphat!

- Dr. Lubbeck.

- Yes.

He couldn't wait.

Tess.

Hey!

Sam. Dr. Lubbeck.

- Dr. Lubbeck, this is my husband. Sam...

- Craig.

He made it.

He has a great sense of timing.

- Please, come. Join with us.

- I don't like to intrude.

No, not at all. No.

Dr. Lubbeck came to see me before

anyone else. Most wonderful break.

First real inside dope

on the Balkan smashup.

He's telling about the Nazi infiltration.

Isn't this thrilling?

I'm all goose pimples.

The Yugoslavian consul.

Dr. Lubbeck called them.

Hello. Hello, Pinkie? Sam. Hi, Pinkie.

Well, having a little party.

What are you doing?

Why don't you come up here

and join us.

Sure. Sure. 851 Fifth Avenue,

apartment A.

Yeah, write that down so you

won't forget it. Sure, bring Flo along.

Bring some of the gang, Pinkie.

- Looks pretty ritzy to me.

- Boy, some joint!

- No, you don't.

- Yes, I do!

Pinkie!

Pinkie. I'm so glad to see you, Pinkie.

Hello, Flo.

I want you to meet a

distinguished gentleman...

...from Europe.

Dr. Lubbeck, Pinkie Peters.

Well, hi, doc.

Everybody, meet Dr. Lubbeck

and his friends.

Dr. Lubbeck's a great fight fan.

I wanted to tell him about Braddock...

...but I don't do it so well.

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