- Mr. Dodsworth?
- Yes?
The men are ready.
I hate to see you go, Sam.
Good-bye, Sam.
See if you can slip them into
Mr. Dodsworth's big leather suitcase.
Yes, ma'am.
And when Miss Emily and Mr. McKee
come back from their honeymoon...
I've put all the wedding presents
in her old room.
- Yes, Mrs. Dodsworth.
- Oh, and the...
Good afternoon, sir.
- Mr. Dodsworth's paper?
- Right here, ma'am.
Over there.
Is everything settled?
The Dodsworth Motor Company, Samuel
Dodsworth, president and founder...
became the property of Union Motors
a little over an hour ago.
How do you feel?
How would any man feel
who just sold 20 years of his life?
I suppose you feel kind of lost.
I knew what I was doing when I sold,
and I know what I'm after from now on.
Oh, Sam, don't look
so mournful, darling.
All right, Mary.
I'll fix you a drink.
Just think, Sammy, you're free.
After 20 years of doing
what was expected of us, we're free.
I'm just as keen on this trip
as you are. I'm rarin' to go.
I've always wanted
to see London and Paris.
I want much more
than a trip out of this, Sam.
I want a new life,
all over from the very beginning.
A perfectly glorious,
free, adventurous life.
It's coming to us.
We've done our job.
We've brought up Emily and seen her
married. We've got plenty of money.
Why, if we weren't tied to
this half-baked Middle Western town...
- Fran, don't start knocking Zenith.
- Darling, I'm not knocking Zenith.
But have you ever thought
what Zenith means to me?
You go down to the plant and deal
in millions and have a marvelous time.
I go down to the kitchen
and order dinner.
Then there's the ladies' luncheon
and bridge, always the same ladies.
Then dinner... same people
we dined with last week.
After dinner, poker for the men
and women for the women.
There's talk of children and doctors
and servants and the garden club...
Thought you liked
the garden club.
I can't go on liking
the same things forever and ever.
Oh, Sammy darling, I want all
the lovely things I've got a right to.
In Europe, a woman of my age
is just to the point...
where men begin to take
a serious interest in her.
I won't be put on the shelf
for my daughter...
when I can still dance longer
and better than she can.
After all, I've got brains and,
thank heavens, I've still got looks.
Nobody takes me for over 32...
Oh, Sammy darling,
I'm begging for life.
No, I'm not.
I'm demanding it.
I see how you feel.
All right, I'll enjoy life now
if it kills me, and it probably will.
I spy you, European travelers.
Got a little spaghetti?
- Hello, Tubby.
- Hello, Matey. Hello, Tubby.
- We're going with you.
- You're not.
- As far as New York.
- What?
- Can't you offer a fellow a drink?
- Get Tubby a drink.
Will you excuse me?
I won't be two seconds.
- Can I help?
- I'll be right back.
Run along anyway.
Run along.
- All right, say when.
- I don't want a drink.
- What's wrong?
- I'll stay sober till I bawl you out.
- What have I done?
- You know very well.
Union Motors people been to the bank
to see me about you.
What are they running
around to you about me for?
They want me to use my influence
with you as your banker.
Don't blame me
if it doesn't do any good.
They offered to make you first
vice president of the whole outfit...
in charge of production
of all their cars...
They offered me $100,000 the first year
in addition to stock which comes to...
- You turned it down?
- Yeah.
Americans like you and me
can't quit, Sam.
It's meant that we should keep on
working until we die in harness.
I'm out to make a new life
for myself.
I'm out to learn how to enjoy
my leisure, now I've retired.
I've been doing things people expected
of me always. I want to feel free.
I want to sit under a linden tree with
nothing more important to worry about...
than the temperature of the beer,
if there is anything more important.
If you think I can see
my oldest and closest friend...
turned into
an expatriate parlor snake...
because Zenith isn't
good enough for his wife...
Ever since college, I've yessed you
and looked up to you. You're a big man.
You're a great industrialist.
You're a representative citizen.
You're pretty near everything
I'm not and ought to be.
But about your wife, you're
the dumbest, the sappiest, the most...
It's all right, Matey.
Tubby's famous for his very
peculiar brand of humor, aren't you?
It's all right. I'm glad you heard
what I said. Sam knows as well as I do...
I don't know
anything of the kind.
I'm out to see the world I haven't seen
and get a perspective on the USA.
I might get to know myself
at the same time.
I might even get to know my wife.
Oh, come along, Tubby.
We'll be seeing you on the boat.
- You won't see me there.
- Put that glass down too.
- See here.
- I'm not going.
Did I remember to tell you today
that I adore you?
- Mother!
- Why, look who's arrived!
- What are you doing here?
- We thought you were in Nassau.
- We were yesterday.
- Yesterday?
- You broke off the honeymoon?
- Emily had had enough honeymoon.
I don't think so much of sending a girl
off with a husband she doesn't know.
- How'd you get here so soon?
- We decided to surprise you. We flew.
You flew? I don't want you
flying around in airplanes.
- I'm not taking any chances on you.
- It's Harry's job to worry about me now.
I don't know whether this is going
to make going away harder or easier.
A little of both.
Don't see why
we don't rate a honeymoon.
Wait till you have a honeymoon
All visitors ashore, please.
All ashore that's going ashore.
We just got here!
- I saw them. They're right near the top.
- Hey, Emily!
- There they are.
- Oh, yes! I see.
Bye!
- Fran? Fran! We're at sea!
- At sea? That's putting it mildly.
Forget this trunk.
Come on out and see the ship.
- You sound happy. I'm so glad.
- This is the happiest day of my life!
Of course, except
the day I married you.
Get off my dress.
Do you realize this is the first time
we've started out together as lovers?
- I was right, wasn't I?
- Yeah, no more work.
- Now we'll live.
- Together.
- Always.
- Let's look at the ship.
I can't. I got to dress
for dinner and so have you.
- We have to dress for dinner?
- Of course. Don't you want to?
Well, okay.
Remember the first time I asked you
to marry me and we said we'd come here?
And here we are.
I love you more than ever now that
I've got time for it.
And I love you, Sammy.
- Looks like I made a slight error.
- That's all right, sir.
Dry martini, please.
- Mr. Dodsworth?
- Yes.
I heard you were on board. I hope
you don't mind me introducing myself.
Not at all.
I've just been driving one of your cars
all through South America.
- How'd it stand up?
- Tough as nails.
Good.
- My name's Lockert.
- Good to know you.
- Join me in a drink?
- Thank you very much.
- What'll you have?
- Dry martini.
- Make it two, please.
- All right, sir.
I'm waiting for my wife.
- I hope I'm not intruding.
- Not at all. Here she comes now.
- Dear.
- Hello, darling.
I want you to meet Mr. Lockert.
Mrs. Dodsworth.
- Captain Lockert.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- Shall we have a drink at the table?
- Serve them over here, please.
- All right, sir.
You see, darling, we didn't have
to dress for dinner the first night out.
Of course, we can't be expected to know
all the tricks the first trip over.
It's not my first trip over,
Sammy dear.
That's right. Mrs. Dodsworth went
to school in Switzerland one summer.
I can't see it's ever bad form
to dress for dinner.
I'm sure that anything
that permits a woman...
to look as lovely as Mrs. Dodsworth
is looking could never be bad form.
- Very good.
- This is just a simple dinner frock.
- Will you have this?
- Thank you very much.
- Another martini, please.
- Yes, sir.
- New York, and now I'm back to London.
- Really?
- How long will you be in England?
- We haven't made plans beyond London.
There aren't too many Americans...
Look at those two women.
Can't you just see them in Venice
with their Baedekers?
Why is it that traveling Americans
are always so dreadful?
Why is it Americans
are always such snobs?
You think it's snobbish to want to see
someone besides fellow citizens aboard?
You can't think of what one misses by
leading a safe and sane American life.
Will you put me in charge
of your safety and sanity?
And tonight between 11:15 and 11:30,
Mr. Dodsworth...
you will see
this light off the port bow.
- Bishop's Light, it's called.
- Bishop's Light?
Yes, on Bishop's Rock.
- You sorry it's over?
- What's over?
- The voyage.
- Oh, no.
Not that I've been bored though.
You've taken excellent care of that.
I'm making great plans
for us in London.
For us? I know these steamship
intimacies. They never survive dry land.
Why can't you believe that this,
as they say, is different?
- What?
- It was land.
- Was it, Sammy dear?
- Bishop's Light, they call it.
I could get ashore in an hour
if I had a motorboat.
I can't believe we've done it!
Ashore! In England!
I don't know what to do
about Sam's Anglomania.
That's all right about my Anglomania,
but come look at the light with me.
All right. Come on.
Let's look at the light.
Now don't hurry me, Sam.
I've got on high heels.
My hair will be ruined in this wind!
I'm freezing! I haven't got any coat!
- Put this on.
- Please.
What difference does it make?
- I don't see any light.
- Wait. You'll see it in a minute.
- Where will I look?
- Look straight over there.
- I can't see it.
- Wait. There it goes!
See it?
That's very pretty,
but you can have your coat now.
Captain Lockert and I
have to dance.
- It'll flash again in a minute.
- I just can't stay. It's too cold.
- There it goes again!
- I'd like to stay and watch...
- Coming, Lockert?
- Yes, coming.
Say, Fran, I could get ashore in
half an hour if I had a fast motorboat!
- I beg pardon, sir.
- Oh, yeah, sure. That's right.
Oh, well, sir,
last night of the voyage.
- Yes, sir, half an hour, maybe less.
- Beg pardon, sir.
- Bring me a drink out here, will you?
- What would you like?
Bring me something
quieting to the nerves.
- Quieting, sir?
- Yeah...
- Why don't you try stout, Mr. Dodsworth?
- I beg your pardon?
You asked for something quieting,
and I prescribed stout.
- A double stout, sir?
- All right, sure. Yeah.
What is it you called that light?
I saw it too.
Bishop's Light. Of course, I've never
been across before. I got excited.
I took one look at that light and
all I read about England came to light.
The town behind it with
those flat-faced brick houses...
and a cart crawling up a hill
between high hedges...
and Jane Austen,
Oliver Twist and Sherlock Holmes.
England. Mother England.
- Home.
- Have you always felt that way?
I don't know. It just now struck me,
but I guess I must have.
Most Americans would
if it weren't taught out of them.
- All my people came from England.
- Sit down, Mr. Dodsworth.
You do need soothing.
I've been having such a good time
on this trip. Everybody's so nice.
There's nothing
like a first trip to Europe.
Especially when you're old enough
to know what you're after.
"What you're after."
What are you after?
My wife, of course,
she's been over before.
She wants me to learn how to
enjoy my leisure, now I've retired.
But what it boils down to... I've been
doing things myself for a long time.
I thought I'd give things a chance
to do something to me.
- The education of an American.
- Yes, you might call it that.
- How long have you given yourself?
- Six months.
- To get all that done?
- I'll be homesick by then.
I was homesick the first year
I came over.
- Came over? Where from?
- Michigan.
- American, huh?
- I don't know what I am.
I used to be a British subject
by marriage.
I don't know that one can be
a British subject by divorce.
I expect I'm just a woman
who lives in Italy.
- Do people live in Italy?
- There are countless Italians.
I mean, people like you.
I live in Italy by the thousands.
- Why?
- It's cheap.
My wife tells me
I ask too many questions.
Dear Sam. Sometimes he has got
the most bourgeois ideas.
Bishop's Light. Look at my hair.
Can't do a thing with it.
Guess that'll have to do.
- Well, how do I look? All right?
- Superb.
- Shall we go?
- Look what I've got.
Can't we stay and
have our nightcap down here?
Why not?
We can't go off and leave everything as
perfect as this. That'd be ridiculous.
I'd like to stay right here
and see the dawn.
You don't think he'll roar around the
ship and shoot when he finds me here?
Who, Sam? Oh, no.
No, he's got all the old-fashioned
virtues, except jealousy.
You call that a virtue?
When a wife who isn't plain
seems to be attractive to men...
and doesn't mind
their showing they're attracted.
Yes, I think I see what you mean.
- Highball?
- Yes, thanks.
- Two highballs, please.
- Two scotch and sodas, sir?
Yeah, all right.
You got my name.
Would you mind telling me yours?
- Mrs. Cortright.
- Mrs. Cortright. Thanks.
We haven't spoken before.
You don't talk to many people on board.
My wife said you didn't
open up much when she tried you.
Perhaps I wasn't
feeling so well that day.
- Feeling better tonight?
- Much better. Thank you.
You've lived abroad.
What's it like?
That depends on what one's after,
as you would say.
When a man has no more job
and his wife wants a fling...
there are worse things than travel.
It wouldn't do for me though.
No, not long, it wouldn't.
For a steady thing, give me America.
For Americans, that is.
Drifting isn't nearly
so pleasant as it looks.
Why don't you give it up?
One drifts for lack of a reason
to do anything else.
Well, what do you want?
What do you suppose
any Ione woman wants?
Guess I've been
talking too much again.
Don't leave me and go trekking
all over the continent.
Stay in London.
I should miss you so terribly.
You don't mean that,
and I don't want you to mean it.
You're so wrong, Fran dear.
Some, I assure you,
have never been given a chance.
I shouldn't be human
if I didn't love hearing that.
Really. Really, Clyde,
that's a very silly thing to do.
I don't think I like it.
If you don't mind my saying,
I find you extraordinarily attractive.
Don't you think you and I, perhaps,
have been seeing too much of each other?
My dear Fran, dismiss that idea
from your mind at once...
and come and have lunch with me
in London tomorrow.
I most certainly shall not have luncheon
with you in London tomorrow...
and I shall say good night now.
Can't you think of anything more
cheerful to say than just good night?
Couldn't you say, "Good night, Clyde,"
or even, "Good night, Clyde dear"?
Good night is all
I'm inclined to say.
You're taking
a wickedly unfair advantage of me.
I only thought I was doing
what was expected of me.
- What I expected of you?
- Not you alone, Fran.
There's a tradition
about this sort of thing.
I thought civilized people knew
where an innocent flirtation stops.
For a civilized woman who's
been married as long as you have...
you're making a great deal
of a small matter.
It's not a small matter to me.
I offer you
my most abject apology.
If I might offer you
one small word of advice...
give up starting things
you're not prepared to finish.
It's quite evident they only
lead you out of your depth.
You think I'm not equal
to your impudence?
Look at the exhibition
you're making of yourself.
I?
Any modern schoolgirl
could compete with this situation.
You've got the most childish
misconception of yourself.
You think you're a woman of the world,
and you're nothing of the sort.
If I should send for the steward to have
you put out, my husband will hear of it.
He most certainly will.
I shall make an enormous noise.
Good night, Captain.
- Oh, hello.
- Hello.
- Well, this is a good connection.
- You're not going?
Yes, I've got to tuck in now.
- Nightcap before you go?
- No, thank you. I've got to pack.
- We'll be seeing you.
- Yes, that's right.
- Sure you won't have lunch tomorrow?
- Quite sure.
That's too bad. I think you would
have enjoyed that lunch. Well...
He's not so bad.
He's fresh, but he's not so bad.
Why, darling?
Why, darling, what is it?
What is it, darling, huh?
I've never been so furious
in my life.
- About Lockert?
- Don't speak that rotter's name.
- What did he do?
- He insulted me.
- How far did he go?
- He said things to me, Sam...
He said things...
I can't bear it.
Well, I suppose it's up to me
to go up and shoot him.
Don't joke!
I would feel like a fool. You and I
are not up to this sort of thing.
It kind of makes us
look like the hicks we are.
It does, and it's your own fault
for leading him on.
- I suppose I'm to blame.
- You must have given him some excuse.
You have been flirting with him.
You've got such a sweet way of bawling
me out in front of him, he'd conclude...
I never said a word to embarrass you
in all my life.
I've always been loyal to you.
You'll be sorry for this.
- Fran, I'm tired.
- Don't you think I'm tired too?
All right then, we're both tired.
There were some cigarettes
here somewhere.
Here they are.
- Sam?
- Yeah?
Don't let's go to England at all.
What? We're there now.
I want to go over to France
right away.
I'm so ashamed of this Lockert business.
I'm ashamed way deep down inside me.
What difference does that make?
I want to go to England. I've got
a date to look at automobile factories...
I can't stay in England with that man
laughing at me and saying...
What? That you kicked him out?
That's not what he'll say.
Silly.
Yeah?
You've got to take care of me.
You really have, Sam.
I don't trust myself.
I'm afraid of myself.
- You're afraid, sweetheart?
- Yes, I am.
I'm just a wooly American
like you after all.
If you ever catch me trying
to be anything else, will you beat me?
Well, will I have
to beat you very long at a time?
Oh, Sam, come in
and finish your breakfast.
You know, Fran, when you think of it,
that's a thrill, a real thrill.
Down there where the obelisk stands,
that's where the guillotine used to be.
That's where that what's-her-name?
That Madam Roland said...
"O Liberty, what crimes
are committed in thy name!"
Only in French.
That's where Madam...
Marie Antoinette had her head cut off.
Sammy darling, I've said good morning
to the obelisk for the last time.
From now on, I'm just gonna pretend
it isn't there at all.
Okay. Well, what are
your plans for today?
My plans? I don't know.
What are yours?
- I'm going to look at Napoleon's tomb.
- You'll love that, I'm sure.
- Come with me?
- This morning?
I'm afraid I can't. I have a fitting
at 11:00 and the hairdresser's at 11:30.
Rene de Penable is fetching me.
Oh, see who that is, will you?
Hello?
Okay, send her up.
- Who's that?
- It's Madame de Penable.
Oh, I must hurry. Sammy, put on
your coat. This is much too domestic.
And put the cover
on the ham and the eggs.
I simply cannot understand how anyone
can eat the breakfast you do.
Here in France, they've learned
the wisdom of beginning the day fasting.
In the few weeks I've been here,
I've learned it myself.
But you still eat the breakfast
you do at home.
- I still got the same insides.
- Yes, I'm afraid you have.
- Is that my Petite Parisienne?
- No, that's my Paris Herald.
What good does
your patootie do me?
- Oh, meet me for lunch?
- No, I can't.
Rene's giving it to me at the Ritz.
Well, how about meeting me
at the Caf de la Paix at 4:00?
Well, Sammy, I'll try.
- All right. Bye.
- Good-bye.
Good morning. The first on the list
today is Napoleon's tomb.
- How's the French coming?
- Fine!
Yesterday I said
to a taxi driver...
And he understood me.
Oh, excuse me.
My guidebook.
You just don't know Sam.
He's really very sweet.
There he comes now.
- Arnold!
- Rene, so glad to see you.
And this, Mrs. Dodsworth,
is Mr. Arnold Iselin.
How do you do?
What brings you back
from Dublin so soon?
- I hope it wasn't business.
- No, nothing so vulgar as business.
- Who is that?
- That is the Comtesse De La Villalonga.
- Tea?
- Yes, thank you.
I really think I ought to go
and speak with her.
May I leave you in Mr. Iselin's
most excellent care?
Rene has the most amusing friends,
doesn't she?
And the most charming.
How much?
- More tea?
- Yes, thank you.
You know, I never thought
I'd find Paris so exciting.
What can I do to find myself
a part of your Paris?
Come and dine with us tomorrow.
You free?
Of course.
I tell you, it was very interesting.
Yes, sir.
Then I went inside and
looked at the tomb where he lies.
There we were, Napoleon
and Sam Dodsworth of Zenith together.
Excuse me, my dear Fran,
I really must be going.
Really?
Good night.
Sam, get Rene's wraps for her,
will you?
So sorry it's been so dull.
We'd much better have celebrated my
birthday as I wanted at some nightclub.
But Sam always persists in taking care
that I don't get tired.
Tired.
Here we are.
I hadn't realized
it was your birthday.
No? Wish I hadn't.
No woman enjoys getting to be 35.
When you're my age, you look back
on 35 as a most agreeable time of life.
I hope I look as young as you do
when I'm your age.
You're almost sure to, my dear.
I must get my coat too.
I left my coat
in the garde-robe below.
Good night, Baron. Thank you so much
for your sweet flowers.
Phone me up tomorrow.
Perhaps we can dine somewhere for tea.
I'd love to.
Sam, will you put
Rene and the baron in the lift?
Sure, be glad to.
- Well, I'm glad you did.
- Have you been to the opera?
Smoke another cigarette.
It has been very charming.
Then come and dine with us again.
You and your husband
must come to me next.
Are you free Tuesday?
Shall we say 8:00?
Quai Voltaire,
straight over the river.
What a charming address.
We shall look forward to it.
Nerves, dear lady, nerves.
I'm poor in so many ways.
So many.
- Thank you so much, Mrs. Dodsworth.
- I suppose we won't be seeing you again.
I'm really off to Italy
in the morning.
My dear, don't.
What?
You're so charming.
Well, you're not going?
Yes, I stole a bit of your letter paper
to write my address in Italy on it.
- It's near Naples.
- We'll use it when we're your way.
- Please do.
- Good night. Bon voyage.
Thank you. Good night.
- I must be going too.
- Good night.
You were saying something
about the first Benz car.
Another night. That will keep.
Good night.
Good night, sir.
You like that woman, don't you?
You thought she was the most
distinguished-Iooking woman on the boat.
Seems a frump in Paris.
Unfasten me, will you?
I'm always glad to see your friends,
even the not particularly amusing ones.
Don't you think we've
had about enough of Paris?
In a month? My dear Sam.
Don't you think it's about time
we're beating it back home?
Home? No, I should think not.
I want to see lots more of Europe.
So do I, but we could get in a couple
of months in the Mediterranean...
and Germany and still
catch an August sailing.
I want to see Venice and Rome.
Still planning your sightseeing tours,
Sammy dear?
I don't see much percentage
in sitting here on my...
Bring me my cold cream, will you,
Sammy? It's in the bathroom.
We got to begin
making plans pretty soon.
Why don't you go home?
- Without you?
- Yeah.
Get yourself a new lease on life
and come back here and join me.
Why don't ya?
I wouldn't want
to go home without you.
I can see you're not
enjoying yourself in Paris.
I'm only thinking
of your pleasure.
If you've got a mind, you wouldn't ask
me to leave. I just made nice friends.
I don't think they're so nice.
I don't, and I don't see
what you see in them.
This Arnold Iselin may be all he says
he is internationally and financially...
but he certainly
is no Barney Baruch.
That Mrs. De Penable,
I suppose she's all right...
if you don't mind your friend collecting
commission on the dresses you buy.
I hate to think who pays the bill
when that young Austrian takes you out.
Arnold Iselin happens to be one
of the most famous living financiers...
and a distinguished art collector.
And Rene... By the way, she's
Madame de Penable, not Mrs. Penable.
Rene is the true woman
of this great world here.
The baron may be poor, but he holds
one of the oldest titles in Austria.
They all belong
to the smartest crowd in Paris.
You think the real thing in Paris would
hang out with a couple of hicks like us?
What else are we?
I'm just an ordinary
American businessman...
and I married the daughter of a Zenith
brewer who's flying high these days.
I suppose you know
what you mean by that.
- Why won't you sit at a cafe with me?
- Smart people don't.
- I'm not smart.
- I am.
You ought to be smart enough
not to care what people think.
It's self-respect, like the Englishman
dressing for dinner in the jungle.
I read about him.
He probably never did it.
- You simply will not understand.
- I can't!
If I want men to be
something more than waiters!
- I've heard my friends insulted enough!
- A lot of moochers.
Let's hear about the great motor magnate
and what he did for the auto industry.
You may be the most impressive man
in Zenith, but you're not in Zenith now.
You're in Paris now, and
I'm sick of apologizing to my friends...
- How you been apologizing for me?
- Yes, I have!
Hello? Yes?
All right.
We've been making so much noise
someone's complained.
- How humiliating.
- Yes, isn't it?
All right, go ahead.
Pipe down, but go ahead. I'm waiting.
You're hopeless. You haven't the
mistiest notion of civilization here.
Maybe I don't think
so much of it though.
Maybe clean hospitals,
concrete highways...
and no soldiers on the Canadian border
come nearer my idea of civilization.
There are 20 million automobiles
in America.
I've contributed something to every one
of them from my own civilization.
If that isn't more than knowing how to
order dinner as your friend the madam...
- Don't call her "the madam" either.
- All right.
- Don't let's go into that again.
- You don't want to learn.
I could teach you.
I belong here.
- They accept me here.
- Yeah?
I'm gonna get out of this town and back
to doing something and take you along.
- I'm not going.
- Yes, you are.
No, I'm not. I think you and I
need a vacation from each other.
I don't feel that way about it. I think
I've been weak with you long enough.
Besides...
I've rented a villa with Rene
for the summer...
at Montreux
on Lake Geneva in Switzerland.
I've signed the lease.
Well, I think
you might have told me.
I got my own money.
- Fran!
- What?
Fran, my darling,
you're not drifting away from me.
- I hope not.
- Oh, no.
You and I, Fran,
after all these years.
All right, I'll give it up.
I won't go home.
But you've got to go.
You've simply got to.
I can't stand being
torn like this any longer.
I'm sorry for all the mean things
I've said to you.
But if we are going to go on together,
you've got to let me alone this summer.
Don't look so hurt, and please don't
be angry. Oh, be as angry as you like.
Remember, I did make a home
for you once, and I'll do it again...
only you've got to
let me have my fling now...
because you're simply
rushing at old age, Sam.
I'm not ready for that yet.
What is it, Sam?
I just thought I'd see
the first boat I could catch.
- I'm so glad you're back.
- I'm glad to see you.
- Let me look at you. You look all right.
- I'm fine.
How's Harry?
Is he treating you all right?
He better treat you all right.
Where is he?
He's at the office. Got a big deal on.
Couldn't get away.
He told me to tell you
he'd see you tonight though.
Big deal, eh?
- How's Mother?
- She's all right.
Why didn't she come home with you?
She's got some things
she wants to attend to.
Why did you come home without her?
Well, she...
What are you so nosy about?
- How's the new house coming along?
- Oh, it's wonderful.
- Do you want to drive out and see it?
- No, I want to go home.
I'll see it tomorrow. How about
a little check to help furnish it, huh?
No, thanks, darling.
Just because I've stopped working that
doesn't mean I've stopped being helpful.
We don't need your help.
We're getting along fine now.
Yeah?
Well...
could you use this?
Could I? Oh, it's beautiful.
And here.
Two of them.
- Faster. Can't you make it go faster?
- All right. Hold on!
All right.
- Fast enough?
- Yeah.
Kurt, why don't you
go in and play for us?
- Shall we make music, Rene?
- If you like.
- You coming inside?
- Inside?
Oh, no.
Let's stay out here, Arnold.
The music will sound
so lovely out here.
The afternoon post came
while you were gone.
Perhaps you may amuse Arnold
by reading your husband's letter to him.
Would you do something for me?
Within reason, why not?
Read your husband's letter.
That's an odd request, Arnold.
Anything within reason, you said.
I have my reasons.
Why did you make me
read this letter?
I've been having such fun today.
This letter's spoiled everything.
Switzerland,
the lake, the house.
All of it's just
so much Zenith now.
Presently he'll be
taking you back to Zenith.
What are you doing,
trying to torture me?
I'm making love to you.
What do you expect me
to say to that?
Don't make love to me, Arnold.
Afraid, Fran?
Surely not afraid.
If your husband had saved for you some
of the love he lavished on carburetors...
My dear innocent Fran.
I'm not innocent,
and Sam does love me.
No matter what he lacks,
I've always been able to trust him.
I live in the present.
Why don't you?
This letter is the past.
It's a future too,
at least it is for me.
Let's get rid of
both past and future.
How?
Would this be of any use to you?
What?
Why should I say
anything I didn't think?
- You didn't think what I thought?
- Maybe I don't care what you think!
- You ought to care what I think!
- I didn't know you could think!
- Dad!
- Is that so?
- Did you have a good time?
- Had a wonderful time!
Simply terrible!
What is this, the heat wave
or just a hangover?
- It's Sam!
- Sam! Yeah, sure!
Griping, just griping,
always griping.
- I'm going home!
- Go ahead!
- Sit down.
- I'm goin' home.
- Did a cable come for me today?
- No, Father.
There should have been a cable
from your mother.
I'll have Mary telephone.
- Don't trouble.
- It's no trouble.
If a cable had come, they'd
have sent it out, wouldn't they?
- Don't be cross.
- I'm not cross just because I asked.
In the old days, I wouldn't have to ask.
Been laid out on my desk for me.
The way things are run around this house
I can't find anything of mine.
- Please don't be difficult.
- Why shouldn't I be difficult?
When a man's made to feel more homeless
in his own house than he did in Paris!
- Now, Sam.
- It's true.
Only I'm not being difficult.
- Where's my mail?
- There isn't any.
- No mail?
- Not since the last I sent you.
My mail should be
laid out on that desk.
Your mother always had my mail
laid out on that desk.
- No mail, no cable.
- Is that the trouble?
- What?
- No mail, no cable?
And my whiskey should be
laid out on that table too.
Your mother always had it there waiting
for me. Whiskey and soda and ice.
I remember.
If you remember, why hasn't it been set
out once since I came home from Europe?
- You haven't spoken of it before.
- Don't think I haven't missed it.
Mary, will you please bring
my father's whiskey and soda?
I'm sorry, ma'am,
but the wine closet's locked.
- Well, unlock it.
- Harry's got the key on his watch chain.
What's the key to my liquor
doing on my son-in-law's watch chain?
You gave Harry that key,
and he's taking very good care of it.
You're taking his side
against me, are ya?
- It doesn't matter, Sam...
- Excuse me, Matey, but it does matter.
If a man can't invite a friend of his
to have a drink in his own library...
Never said anything
about a drink to me!
- I was just going to.
- That's all, Mary. Thank you.
- If I can't give you a drink...
- But you can in a minute, Father.
Harry will be home any minute. I know
because we're going to a cocktail party.
- Will you have a cigar?
- Anything, Sam. Anything.
- Where are the cigars?
- Harry smokes cigarettes.
- I'll have Mary telephone him...
- Wait a minute!
Where's the humidor
that used to be on this table?
- It isn't there now.
- It stood there for years!
- Mary, where's Father's humidor?
- I'm sorry, ma'am...
It stood right there! It was round
and copper-like on the outside.
Oh, that. Mrs. McKee
took it to plant bulbs in.
- Plant bulbs in my humidor, eh?
- Just a few hyacinths.
- What's this truck here?
- That's a jigsaw puzzle.
- Get it out of here.
- You can't move it...
A man's got to have one room in his
own house that he can feel at home in!
Get this thing out of here now!
I don't want it in here.
You be careful, Sam.
Be careful. Let me do that.
- Don't drop it. Give it to me.
- What foolishness is it anyway?
- What's it supposed to be?
- It was going to be the Chicago Fire.
- Chicago Fire?
- They got the title almost put together.
- What's a cow doing in the Chicago Fire?
- It started by a cow kicking a lantern.
That isn't the way
the Chicago Fire started.
Yes, it was. It was an earthquake
in 'Frisco and a cow in Chicago.
- My father was in Chicago in '71!
- That was after the fire.
- That's the year of the fire!
- The fire was in the '60s.
- That was the Civil War!
- They were both in the '60s!
I'll bet you!
Where's my encyclopedia?
- Here. Take the truck.
- What'll I do with it?
Take it out of here. It never would
have been in here in your mother's day.
Your mother had some respect
for a man's library.
No mail, no cable, no cigars.
Hello, everybody.
How about a drink?
Father, I'm sorry things
aren't the way they used to be.
But Harry and I
are living in this house too.
I wish you'd stop speaking of Mother
as though she were dead.
I'm not speaking of your mother
as though she...
Yes, you are.
- Well, your mother's coming home.
- When's she coming?
I sent a cable for her to come. I'm
expecting a cable telling me what boat.
When Mother didn't come home with you
and you looked so worried...
I was afraid there might be
some kind of trouble between you.
Between your mother and me?
Not a chance.
- It was silly.
- Certainly was.
I forgot. I've got a cable.
It was sent in my care...
so it came to the office somehow.
"Ladies first"
as they say in a shipwreck.
What's the matter?
Isn't Mother coming?
This is nothing.
This isn't from your mother.
I thought you were going
to a cocktail party.
- We were...
- Go on and go.
- We don't have to...
- Go on and go.
Ya big stiff.
You old horse thief.
Sam, you old darling.
- She's not coming.
- I guessed as much.
It's Ionesome here without her.
What does she say?
"Want few more months Europe.
Hope you're having good time home."
I cable her to come and she doesn't
say one word about me going over.
- She's thoughtless.
- No, she's not, Matey. She's scared.
Fran scared? What of?
Of growing old.
That's very smart of you, Sam.
Yeah.
- Will you read her last letter?
- Fran's letter to you?
Yes, it's not so private.
- What's this?
- The way they make sevens in France.
Sounds like a beautiful place.
- Have you seen it?
- No.
- What?
- She said they're having a good time.
Well, it sounds
like a healthy time.
- You know these people?
- Yes.
- You like them?
- Well, they're all right.
They're very clever people.
They're not my style.
I see.
- Well?
- Nothing.
You're an old friend, Matey.
I don't know what to think.
Who's Arnold Iselin?
He's one of those
custom-built internationals...
you see in the rotogravure section
every Sunday.
- Well, give us a kiss now.
- Matey, I thought you wanted to...
Will you lay off those
European liberties with my wife?
Come along. Come on.
Western Union, please.
Hello. Take a cable
going to Mrs. Dodsworth.
This is Samuel Dodsworth speaking.
Same address as my last.
Ready?
"Sailing Aquitania Wednesday.
Stop.
Meet me Cron Paris. Love.
Signed, Sam."
And take another,
going to A.B. Hurd... H-U-R-D...
Manager, Dodsworth Car, Paris.
"Sailing Aquitania Wednesday.
Stop.
Using utmost discretion ascertain...
day-to-day address
of Arnold Iselin...
l-S-E-L-l-N...
Paris. Stop.
Keep me informed wireless.
Signed, Dodsworth."
Another wireless, Mr. Dodsworth.
"To Samuel Dodsworth, Aquitania,
Iselin At Present Biarritz. Hurd."
Will you sign, sir?
- Where is Biarritz?
- Biarritz is in France, sir.
Down by the Spanish border.
It's a fashionable watering place.
- Yes, thank you.
- Thank you, sir.
Oh, darling!
- You look fine.
- You don't look bad yourself.
- When'd you get to Paris?
- Before dinner.
- You must be tired.
- I'm not tired.
How far is it from Montreux?
I came much further than that.
I came all the way from Biarritz.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
How are Emily and Matey and Tubby?
Tell me all the news.
Everybody's fine.
You might go a little more into detail.
After all, Emily's my daughter too.
Emily's very happy.
That marriage is working out all right.
I'm so glad. Of course, I never
thought Harry was very exciting.
Weren't you pretty Ionely
in Biarritz?
I wasn't sorry to be by myself
for a bit.
Why do you keep looking
at your watch all the time?
- I've never seen you like this before.
- No?
I've never seen you
like this either, Fran.
What'd you do to your hair?
Oh, just touched it up a bit.
Like it?
This looks natural.
Well, it was as cool as anything
they had, so I took it again.
Yeah? Well, all hotel rooms
look alike to me.
Wait a minute.
Where are you going?
He's just going to put the bags
in the other room.
What room?
I thought you'd be tired
after your long trip.
The weather being so stifling,
I took the two bedrooms this time.
You don't mind the separate rooms,
do you, Sam?
I don't mind anything
now that I'm back with you again.
Let's don't stay here. Let's go out and
find some cool spot and have a drink.
- I thought you were tired.
- No, I'm not tired.
There you go, looking at your watch
again. Really. It's not very polite.
If my company hangs
so heavily on your hands...
why did you make me leave Biarritz
and come all this way?
- I'm expecting a visitor.
- At this time of night?
At Cherbourg, I telegraphed a man to
meet me here. I'll give him 10 minutes...
Here we are.
Hello? Yes, I'm expecting him.
Send him up, please.
- I'll wait in the bedroom.
- No, you stay.
But your business acquaintances don't
amuse me too terribly, you know, Sam.
This is not
a business acquaintance.
- Someone I know?
- Yes.
- Someone from Zenith?
- You'll see who it is.
Has Rene de Penable been gossiping?
If she has, it's a pack of lies.
I haven't heard a word
from Mrs. Penable.
What are you up to?
Steady, darling. Sit down.
Come in.
Good evening.
Good evening.
Was it Arnold you telegraphed to?
I think you might have told me.
It wasn't my idea to tell you.
I tried to reach you over the telephone
to tell you that I was coming.
I wanted to see you two face-to-face.
Fran alone would've wasted time acting.
I knew you'd been in Biarritz together.
I'm sorry.
I hate undercover work myself.
I wouldn't have got where I have
if it hadn't been in me to be ruthless.
It's the most outrageous thing
I've ever heard in my life.
- What if Arnold was in Biarritz?
- Won't you let me handle my part?
Let me remind you that Shakespeare's
Othello ends badly for the hero.
I'm not Othello.
This is not the Middle Ages.
None of us speak blank verse,
not even you.
You are rather
jumping at conclusions, you know.
Have you ever noticed how transparent
people are when you really look at them?
What are you implying?
Do you know how insulting you are?
You don't know how insulting I'm going
to be if you don't stop playacting.
I'm sure you've given her things she
needed and wanted and never got from me.
I'm interested in what I need and want
and that happens to be peace of mind.
If you can bring yourself
to see matters reasonably...
I've crossed the Atlantic Ocean
to be reasonable.
I've loved you and been
married to you for 20 years.
I want to hold on to you if I can.
You want to marry each other?
I won't let you throw me
at Arnold's head.
You want to divorce me then?
Why should I want to divorce you?
You're my husband.
You couldn't very well divorce me
if I weren't.
- You can laugh.
- Yes, I can do worse than that.
I'm finding all this
very distasteful.
- It's ridiculous.
- Certainly it's ridiculous.
The old triangle stuff.
I knew we'd all end
by looking like fools.
- I go now if you'll excuse me.
- Sure, I'll excuse you.
You have nothing more
to say to him, have you?
I hope you achieve
your peace of mind, Mr. Dodsworth.
- Thank you. Good night.
- Good night.
I'm so sorry, Sam.
I'm so terribly sorry.
Well, I'm ready to wipe
the slate clean if you are...
and start out
on a long hike tomorrow.
Anything you say, Sam.
Anything you say.
Italy, anyplace...
till we sail back home
in December.
Home in December.
Zenith in December.
You'll want to go home
in December.
Emily's having a baby
in December.
- A baby?
- Yes.
- She didn't tell me.
- She left me the fun of telling you.
- Is she well?
- Yes, she's fine.
I must send her a cable.
No, I could telephone her, couldn't I?
What time is it in Zenith?
We'll have to learn
to behave ourselves...
when we'll be a couple
of old grandparents in December.
Here you are, young one.
It's your mama and daddy.
Gee.
Where's that telegram?
Over there.
Listen to this, young fella.
"Mr. Samuel Dodsworth McKee."
That's you.
Are you listening?
"Congratulations on your arrival.
Stop.
We send all our love and affection.
Grandpa and Grandma Dodsworth."
See? Look at it.
Just think, Mr. McKee...
all the way from Vienna.
I do love Vienna. Don't you?
I love you, Fran.
Oh, Sam darling.
I'm so silly and heedless, and I don't
speak of it as often as I should...
but I'm terribly grateful inside.
I want you back for my wife.
Shall I tell you how?
By understanding,
by staying on here in Europe...
by helping me forget
Arnold Iselin.
By forgetting him yourself.
- Haven't you anything to say?
- What is there to say?
After having opened
my heart to you...
it makes me a little self-conscious
to see you there not saying anything.
"Self-conscious"?
Maybe that's my trouble.
Maybe that's the trouble
with all reconciled couples afterwards.
That's not very generous of you.
I've lost my bearings.
I don't know where I'm heading.
- Who are you calling?
- I thought I'd like to talk to Emily.
We sent her a cable already.
I'd like to hear her voice and see
how the baby got through his first day.
There's not time. Those transatlantic
calls are slow from here.
And Kurt'll be coming in.
Kurt can wait.
I won't have Kurt standing around
while you and I gush to Emily.
I know how thrilled you are
about the baby, and so am I...
but all our friends here
think of me as young, and I am.
I was such a child when you married me.
It isn't fair.
Come in.
Good evening.
I brought you a box
of real Havana cigars.
- Very kind of you.
- Smuggled through without duty.
Tonight I take you to a very gay
restaurant with very good food.
- And dance after?
- If you make Sam get dressed.
I think I'll let you go
without me.
No, you must come with us!
What fun do you think it is for me
to sit all night watching you two dance?
Do not speak so crossly.
You should be happy to see Fran happy.
She is so lovely when she's happy.
I'm sorry I snapped.
I'd only spoil your fun.
I got important news from home today.
Yes? News?
Nothing that would interest you.
Bad news?
No, not bad.
I think I'll sit here by myself
and think things over.
Perhaps Sam would rather be
left alone tonight...
but I want to go out.
- Have you been quarreling, you two?
- No.
You must not.
You're here so small a time.
Perhaps I shall never see you again.
Let's not be serious.
Come with us. Life is so short.
Life will be a lot shorter for me
if I don't get some sleep.
You run along and have your fun.
Thank you, Sam dear,
for so many things.
Come on, Kurt.
I'm sorry, Sam.
Good night.
Oh, I simply adore it.
I think you were meant to dance
all your life long.
You couldn't suggest anything
I'd like any better.
Thanks.
Good night.
Fun and friends all evening.
- Is that right?
- Yeah.
Don't stand there in the doorway.
Come on in.
I do not like
coming in here so late.
I do not think Sam would like it.
Have we even sent him
any reason to mind?
No.
Don't be a stinker.
Sam's dead to the world.
Just don't talk loud, that's all.
Sit down.
Give me my purse.
Thank you.
Darling...
You know I love you, Fran.
You know that.
You must stop that kind of talk.
Is it so wicked?
Have you not been happy
with me in Vienna?
I've been terribly happy.
You know that.
I think you could love me.
I think you could.
There's nothing we can do
about it, is there?
No, that's true.
My hands are tied.
You're married to Sam, my friend.
I can't ask you to be my wife.
You want to marry me?
Does it surprise you?
Why are you not free?
If I were free...
- Fran, if you were free...
- Don't. Please don't.
Forgive me.
You better go now.
I didn't know you'd come in.
I'm sorry I woke you up.
It's pretty late, not that I mind
you and Kurt staying out late.
What did you want?
Have things got this bad?
I'm too tired to talk tonight.
If things have got this bad,
they've got to stop altogether.
I'm willing to do anything to make
you happy. I love you. You know that.
But if we're going on together,
as you said in Paris...
I'm saying it now, we've got to beat it
right back home where we belong.
Is that your idea
of making me happy?
I'm not taking any more chances
on another Arnold Iselin.
I know this friendship with Kurt
is harmless enough...
but you might get fascinated.
You think I might?
You really think I might?
Well, I love Kurt, and Kurt loves me,
and I'm going to marry him.
He asked me tonight.
I decided it now when I found you here
hiding behind doors...
the Great Dodsworth,
great prowling elephant.
I wish Kurt had stayed
to punch your head for spying on us.
I wasn't spying.
You can't play
the injured innocent with me!
You've never known
anything about me...
not what I thought
or the sacrifices I've made.
- Look out!
- I'll be happy with Kurt.
I'm fighting for life!
You can't drag me back!
Will you get your divorce here?
Yes, I suppose so.
I wish you'd put it off
for a couple of months.
Why?
I'd like you to feel sure of Kurt.
Well, it's my funeral now, isn't it?
Yes, I guess so.
I'll have to get used to that idea.
I guess I can.
Oh, darling,
don't look so forlorn.
I know it's gonna be hard to realize,
but you and I can't get on together.
And I do love Kurt.
I stand by that.
All the same, you and I have had
some good times together.
I won't forget them.
You remember them?
Good-bye.
Do try not to be
too dreadfully Ionely, will you?
Did I remember to tell you today
that I adore you?
Anything for Dodsworth?
What's special delivery to Vienna?
All right?
I want to get
in the line of excursions.
- We have a touring party for Pompeii.
- I've been there.
There's a beautiful drive
around Mount Sorrento.
Been there too.
There's Capri and Brugherio.
I went there yesterday.
- How would you like Pastrum?
- What's Pastrum?
Greek temples, sir,
in excellent preservation.
That's more than I am.
I'll take a chance.
Get me a car.
- How many in the party?
- One.
Yes, sir. Name?
Do you remember me?
Mrs. Cortright! Of course.
- The steamer, Paris.
- And now Naples. Isn't this great?
- Where are you staying?
- At the Excelsior.
No, that was Rome last week.
It's the one by the aquarium.
I think it's the Grand.
It usually is.
Let's sit down,
if you've got a moment.
Time is something
I have nothing else but.
How's Mrs. Dodsworth?
I remember her with much pleasure.
She's fine.
I haven't got her along this trip.
- She doesn't like traveling?
- Does anyone?
I expect most people travel
to get away from themselves.
I've been at it three months now.
I'm glad to hear why.
- Alone?
- I'm getting used to it now.
All museums look alike.
All American Express offices
look alike.
You knew I live here.
You might've looked me up.
I've gotten out of the way
of looking folks up.
- The education, how's that coming along?
- I gave it up.
I found myself learning things
I didn't want to learn.
Pardon me, sir.
Your car is ready.
Hold it, will you?
You're busy...
I've got nothing to do
but look at ruined temples.
They'll keep.
They've kept this long.
Come out to meet for lunch.
- When?
- Anytime.
- Today?
- Yes. Why not?
Even if it weren't you,
if it were darn near anybody...
I'd be so glad to have
someone to talk to.
There's a couple at my hotel,
one of those really married couples.
They sit at the table
next to me every night.
They never say one word
to each other through dinner.
After dinner,
they sit in the lounge till 10:00.
Every night at 10:00, the husband says
to his wife, "Mary, it's getting late."
Just those four words.
Except for waiters and taxi drivers...
and they don't count...
that's four more words than I've said
any night in the past three weeks.
I don't want to intrude,
but I'm sorry.
I never wore these before.
Never needed them until lately.
I guess it's
a pretty ordinary story.
My wife's younger than I am,
and livelier.
I oughtn't to confess in public.
I never did that before either.
You haven't said anything
you shouldn't have said.
Will you go on traveling now?
Yes. I've got to stay over
and be on hand for the divorce.
- Where?
- Vienna.
Well, come along. We'll use
your car to help me do my marketing.
It'll do you a lot more good
than ruined temples.
There's no argument there.
What would you like for lunch?
Let's have some good American dish.
How about some clam chowder?
Clam chowder.
You get the clams.
I'll make the chowder.
All right.
No, no Pastrum.
The fish market.
Pietro!
Hello, boy!
- What's his name?
- Jinx.
Come on, Jinx!
What a wonderful spot.
Hello, Jinx.
Come on!
This is marvelous,
simply wonderful.
I can't believe it.
I simply can't believe it.
- Fifty dollars a month for this?
- That's all.
- Furnished?
- No. I picked up a few things.
- Are you hungry?
- Starved.
- I'll fix the clam chowder.
- She can do it...
Yes, dress me up in my camp clothes,
and I'm a first-class chef.
How would you like to hire me?
I'm a good cook, a fine mechanic
and a darn good fisherman.
Could you let yourself
enjoy life for a while?
Show me how.
I wonder if you could.
None of this that's happened to me
was my idea.
Break away from your hotel.
Forget about Vienna.
Move out here to me.
- Out to you?
- Yes.
I can't make you as comfortable
as your hotel does.
When you want a bath, you'll have
to choose between the tin tub...
and the Mediterranean.
If you like swimming, fishing,
a willing listener...
That's very kind of you
and mighty friendly, but...
I don't see how I could.
- Why not?
- What'd your neighbors think?
Being Italians,
they think a great deal.
Exactly.
That doesn't mean
it would have to be so...
or that I'd have it so
even if you wanted it so.
How do you do, Baroness?
How nice of you.
You must speak English, Mother.
Fran doesn't yet
understand German well.
We shall, of course, speak English.
But I'm working very hard
at my German, Baroness.
Do sit over here in this chair.
I think you'll find it more comfortable.
Kurt darling,
will you light a fire?
It's a very cold morning, isn't it?
There is no need to light a fire
for me, Kurt.
I am not cold.
Do let me give you a cup of coffee.
I have coffee.
You see? Kurt has taught me
that much Viennese.
No, thank you.
No coffee?
Well, then, I won't either.
Kurt, do sit down.
You look so strained.
Really, it's I who should feel strained,
and I don't feel that way.
I love your mother,
and I hope she's going to love me.
My mother believes
we should postpone our marriage.
No, Kurt, I did not say "postpone."
I came from the country
only this morning.
We had not much time for speaking,
Kurt and I...
but I'd hoped I made myself
clear to him...
when he asked my permission
to marry you.
Kurt asked for permission
to marry me?
But of course.
And I'm so sorry...
I cannot give it.
You might've told me
you're not a free agent.
I wanted her to see you.
I knew when she saw you
she would think differently.
She doesn't seem to.
Now that you've got so far...
perhaps you'll tell me what it is
you've got against me.
I love your son,
and I'm really rather a nice person.
Your husband is living,
Mrs. Dodsworth.
You will be divorced.
That's not so serious, is it?
It's most serious to us.
I have every respect
for your feelings...
but with Kurt's happiness at stake,
and yours, too...
Perhaps it's not my place
to bring it up...
but it is an argument,
so you'll let me use it.
I'm a person of considerable means
in my own right.
Enough for the three of us.
So you see...
Yes, indeed I see.
I do not deny that we are poor
since the war...
and your influence and money
would be most helpful...
but even if there were not the...
religious question...
What else is there?
Will you leave us, Kurt?
There is the question
of children too.
Children?
Rich or poor,
Kurt should have children...
to carry on his name.
Can you give them to him?
What makes you think I couldn't?
I am so much older
than you are, my dear.
You will forgive
if I observe that you are...
older than Kurt.
Well, children or no children,
Kurt loves me and I love him.
So why shouldn't we marry anyway
and take our happiness?
I do not know
what power you have over Kurt...
but I should think
of my own happiness if I were you.
I am thinking of that.
Have you thought...
how little happiness there can be...
for the...
old wife of a young husband?
Your mother's leaving.
Yes. I do not think
there is more to say.
I am sorry if I have hurt you.
I will go now.
I will go home.
Good-bye, my dear.
I'm very glad to...
Good-bye.
I will just take her to a taxi.
Did she say something
to hurt you, Fran?
Please don't be angry.
Perhaps we had better postpone
our marriage for a year...
until we win her over.
What are you?
But I must consider my mother, Fran.
We can still be married.
I'm sure of that.
It isn't fair.
Fran darling, please try.
I do love you, Fran.
But my mother...
My mother is waiting.
I want to put in
a long-distance call.
To Naples, Italy.
Villa Cortright.
Posilipo.
I want to speak to Mr...
Here?
Choke. You know?
Choke. You know choke?
Hi there.
Well, I couldn't imagine
what had become of you.
Going fishing with Pietro again?
Yeah. I want to show him
a few tricks I know.
Have you been expecting
a long-distance call?
Here? Heavens no.
That phone has been ringing all morning.
It doesn't make any sense at all.
There's that horrible putt-putt motor.
It's been on all morning.
Yeah, he's got the hang of it now.
Sam, that's not my Pietro.
Pietro's crazy about that motor.
You didn't put it on his boat
with the beautiful sail.
I bought that sail.
It's got Santa Lucia painted on it.
I'll have a statue
of Santa Lucia made.
We'll put her on the boat
holding a taillight.
Listen, don't be hard on me.
Setting up that motor's the first real
fun I've had since I quit business...
and it's got me raring to go again
for the first time.
- To go?
- You bet.
- Away from here?
- Anyplace I can get back in harness.
Something new, the way they did
with automobiles when they began.
Thought I'd try
my hand at aviation.
The idea of a Moscow-to-Seattle
airline kind of strikes me.
Moscow to Seattle?
Buy in on a transcontinental
connection.
With these transcontinental flights
coming on so well...
I might be the first man
with his first round-the-world system.
The Soviet people seem agreeable.
- Have you begun working on this?
- Not really working.
I'll tell you what we'll do.
We'll make a preliminary survey...
- "We"?
- I've got my pilot staked out.
I'll buy my own plane,
and the day after the divorce...
we'll hop off and go across...
"We," Sam? "We"?
Wait. Where's that map?
Vienna?
We were just hopping off where?
Siberia.
Pick out landing fields.
No ramifications.
A line from Irkutsk to Tashkent
and Samarkand.
Swell name, Samarkand.
If those Soviet boys will let me...
It'll be tough on you, though.
One suitcase in the coldest place.
You think you could stand it?
- Are you taking me with you?
- Don't you want to go?
All my life I've been waiting
for something exciting to happen.
I'll fly across Siberia with you
on one suitcase.
I'll go through life with you on one
suitcase, if you give me the chance.
I've spent six short weeks with you,
and I can't imagine being without you.
I can't imagine
being without you either.
I think I must love you
a great deal.
God bless you for that.
There's Pietro. You wanted
to go fishing. Take me with you.
- You want to go with us?
- Yes. I want to get out of here.
- Are you coming, Sam?
- Yes.
Hello?
Yes, Fran, this is Sam.
I'm sorry to hear that.
When are you sailing?
All right.
I'll get the tickets.
Well, I guess I'll have to.
No, that's all right.
All right. Good-bye.
She's dropped the divorce.
She's going home on the Rex
day after tomorrow from Naples.
I've got to go with her.
I won't let you.
- What else can I do?
- I won't let you go back to her.
I know this is a jolt.
It's a jolt to me too.
I won't see you killed
by her selfishness.
You don't understand. It'll be tough
on her with all the talk there'll be.
I love you, and she doesn't.
You're miserable with her.
I know.
A moment ago, you had
the whole world in your hands.
- I won't let her take it away from you.
- She's not taking it away.
- You were a young man a minute ago...
- I know everything's starting again.
You shriveled the same way,
every letter you got from her.
- I can't think.
- You're wrong to go back...
Please, be fair.
She's in a hole. She needs me.
She does not need you,
and you might think of me.
- I am thinking of you.
- No, I won't make you choose.
Think of Moscow,
Seattle and Samarkand.
I know.
I know every bit of it.
- One word from her, and you trot back.
- You've got to be patient with me.
- What is this hold she has over you?
- I've got to take care of her.
A man's habits get pretty strong
in 20 years.
I'll go into town
and make the reservations.
It's giving you up that hurts.
I don't see how we managed
to get such an awful cabin.
We didn't make the reservations
till yesterday.
- What are we doing here?
- I want a drink.
You can't get a drink
till after the boat sails.
- Yes, sir.
- A brandy and soda.
The bar is closed
until the boat sails.
I know, but bring a brandy and soda,
and be quick about it.
Yes, sir.
You might've asked me
if I wanted something.
Do you?
No, but if I'm going
to watch you drink...
Somebody has to shut that door.
There's an awful draft.
Thank you, Sammy dear.
It's nice to be going somewhere
after all these weeks.
Going home doesn't seem
so bad after all.
I was so bored in Vienna.
- Will somebody keep that door shut?
- You can't keep people out.
Do all these trippers
have to keep popping in and out?
- They have as much right as we have.
- That's right, stand up for them.
But you'll have to get my wrap.
Well, it's closed now.
Well, if they keep it closed.
All right. Go on.
You were saying?
Oh, yes. You were right about Kurt.
I can't think how you guessed it.
You're not good at judging people,
except in the case of businessmen.
His family may be as old as the
Coliseum, but when I saw his mother...
my dear, the most awful,
old country frump.
Don't.
Sammy, please.
Don't ride Kurt and his mother
that way, that's all.
I'm sorry.
I'll be good.
I didn't expect you to defend them.
I suppose I ought to beg you
to forgive me.
But you always
let bygones be bygones...
and this is such a happy ending
to our escapades.
All ashore go ashore!
See the hat that woman had on?
I wonder why they allow
such people in first class.
Wait until you see the clothes
I bought in Vienna.
When I think of the things
poor Matey Pearson puts on her back...
You seem a little distrait,
considering our reunion.
Maybe I don't like
your riding Matey that way either.
I don't seem to be able
to strike the congenial note.
I do think
you might meet me halfway.
After all, as I look back,
I don't blame myself. I can't really.
You were a good deal at fault too.
- Steward.
- Yes, sir.
Take this check,
go to suite seven on B deck...
get the suitcase with that number
on it and bring it here right away.
I'm not sailing with you.
- You're not sailing?
- No, I'm not.
You and I can't make
a go of things any longer.
- This is the man I loved for 20 years.
- This is the man who's loved you.
You haven't learned a single thing
from all our sorrows.
And I flattered myself
you really wanted to come back to me.
I tried, didn't I?
I might've known you'd be just the same,
yet I gave you another chance.
I'm not taking another chance,
because I'm through, finished.
- What's going to become of me?
- You'll stop getting younger someday.
Are you going back to that
washed-out, expatriate in Naples?
Yes. When I marry her,
I'm going back to doing things.
You think you'll ever get me
out of your blood?
Maybe not, but love has gotta stop
someplace short of suicide.
But the gentleman
will miss the boat.
He's gone ashore!