Kitty Foyle

# I want a girl just like the girl that married dear old Dad

# She was a pearl and the only girl that Daddy ever had

# A good old-fashioned girl with heart so true

# One who loves nobody else but you... #

"Daisy, Daisy" PLAYING ON GRAMOPHONE

WOMEN SINGING "Shoulder to Shoulder"

Got a date tonight, Jane? Yeah.

Don't you girls ever think of anything but men?

Flattering the ego of a male! I can think of a thousand better ways of being happy.

Name two!

Me, I want a man and I don't care who knows it!

Amen! Anywhere from 18 to 80!

Isn't independence worth anything? What's the difference between men bachelors and girl bachelors?

Men bachelors are that way on purpose!

I'm so old, I can't remember my first kiss.

I can't even remember me last!

I'm sorry, Kitty. We had a couple of emergencies at the hospital.

-Have you been waiting long?

-Oh, no.

-Good. Step on it, driver.

You must be as hungry as I am.

-I'm afraid you're gonna get a little hungrier. I've got another case first.

-Before dinner?

-An emergency.

We're racing the stork right now!

Hurry, Doctor!

BABY CRIES

Take care of this while I finish up!

You've no idea how right you look with a babe in your arms.

You have no idea how right I feel.

-Boy or a girl?

-It's a boy. Almost lost the little fella.

Might have been better if he HADN'T pulled through.

Don't say that, Mark. It's always better to pull through.

There's something about the way you said that.

Kitty, will you...

I got a lot of money tied up in that little hoop. Will you marry me?

Do you think you could find my finger under these blankets?

You DID say "yes", didn't you? There's no confusion, you understood what I asked you?

-You asked me to marry you?

-Exactly.

I got it. That's why I said "yes."

What I'm getting around to is...

that fella in Philadelphia.

Is that all over?

All over.

You're not kidding yourself? It wouldn't do either of us any good if you weren't sure.

I'm sure, darling.

I've got to go back to the hospital, but I'll check out at midnight.

-Meet me there and we'll go straight to Gretna Green.

-Gretna Green?

-Sure!

They stay open all night! Can you be ready by then?

-Who says I can't?

-Meet me at St Timothy's at 12, smack on the dot.

-12...smack on the dot... St Timothy's.

-Right.

Driver, Pocahontas Hotel for Women.

-What about my dinner?

-Save it and we'll have a big breakfast!

-Good evening, Miss Foyle.

-Will you make up my bill?

-You're leaving?

-I'll say I am - I'm getting married! Send for my bags around 11.30.

Hello.

Well, what are you doing out of Philadelphia on a night like this?

How did you get in?

Men aren't allowed in this hotel.

The operator on the back elevator is corrupt.

Oh, Wyn, why did you come?

You sent for me.

I told you if you ever wanted me or needed me

-to send it back.

-That isn't what I meant.

I sent it back because...

that was all. That was the end.

-Don't say that, Kitty.

-It's true.

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

-I can't go. Not until I've told you something.

-I don't want to hear.

Please go.

Please don't make me ask you again.

I'm sailing at midnight.

Where?

South America. Buenos Aires.

I'm going to live there.

With...your wife?

Alone.

Unless you'll go with me.

-Oh, Wyn.

-That's what I came to tell you.

The thousands of times I've prayed for you to say that.

Prayed and prayed and prayed... and you never could, you never did.

I'm saying it now. From the bottom of my heart.

Why couldn't you have thought to say those same little words five years ago?

I thought of them. Hadn't the strength to say them.

You know me better than I know myself.

There's no life for me without you. I want you. I need you. I love you now as I've never loved you before.

And I thought you had forgotten.

You didn't! You never thought that! You know too well how I've wanted you.

You're going to be divorced?

No.

-I'm afraid I can't even promise you that.

-Then we...?

That's it. I wish it were different.

But that's the way it is.

I see.

Whatever you decide, I'm sailing anyway. I've broken away for good.

But I'm praying that we'll go away together and be together always.

Of all the days in all the years.

You haven't forgotten have you?

I thought I had.

-I was sure I had.

-The firelight at Lake Pocono...

-Please, Wyn.

-Our Assembly in New York...

-The dreams we dreamed. The sound of our laughter...

-I remember.

-We must never forget!

It isn't too late. Is it?

I'm afraid it never will be.

-This is the beginning!

-I shouldn't. I shouldn't. It's wrong.

-Wrong to be happy?

-Don't let me think, just take me with you.

Darling, we sail at midnight.

-I'll be at the pier. Meet me there.

-You know I will.

-Goodbye. Don't be late!

Wyn!

You didn't say what boat, what pier.

When I'm with you I forget about everything else. Pier 48. I'll be waiting.

'You're making a mistake, you know.'

'Am I?'

YOU'RE that little girl on the sleigh ride.

Trouble is, you're no longer a little girl. You're a woman.

I'm only 24.

You're 26. Don't try to kid me.

Well, I'm not old, anyway. No. But maybe you aren't very smart either.

I know what I'm doing.

Unsatisfactory role you're preparing to play. Even under the best circumstances.

This is the only chance we have.

How do you imagine you'll be described? As Wyn's girlfriend?

In about ten years when your figure gets out of control, it'll sound like a comedy line.

-<

-His woman? That's getting warmer.

-<

-"That woman Wyn's mixed up with."

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-You have no idea how often you'll get that one.

We'll just have to face it.

Correction. YOU'LL have to face it.

MARRIED people face things together. Did you think of it that way? No time!

You'd better take a little time. Forever is a long, long time.

It never hurts to check... Marriage isn't everything.

It's just a piece of paper.

I don't need a piece of paper to prove that I love Wyn or that he loves me.

You'd be a lot happier with Mark and that "piece of paper"

than Wyn and a "key for him and a key for you."

You know what I think? I think you're wrong.

I remember you using those same words before.

Remember...

way back, when you lived on Griscomb Street in Philadelphia?

That's where Pop brought you up. What a grand guy he was.

It was the night of the Philadelphia Assembly.

Remember? You should have been home but you weren't. You were about 15.

< That's P.C. McBurwin!

< Mrs Rosie Fittenhaus!

What a clock. Always slow. Philadelphia blood.

Kitty.

-I was just...

-Come here.

-I was just going...

-Oh, I know what you were just doing.

The Assembly's tonight. You were gawking at those rich folk and getting silly ideas.

-No, Pop...

-Kitty!

You've got to get this trash out of your mind.

From now on, you're going to Sunday School.

-Why, Pa?

-It'll give you a little Christian upbringing.

-Give you a sense of values.

-Oh.

You mean, and then I won't ever sin?

It might not keep you from sinning, but it'll keep you from getting any fun out of it!

-Take your mind off that tommyrotten society page.

-No more tommyrotten than The Lady Of Shalott.

-The Lady Of Shalott?

-"And sometimes through the mirror blue the knights went riding two by two.

"She hath no loyal knight and true..."

-Always got your head stuck in a Cinderella book.

-Must be wonderful, Pop.

-Sitting in ashes and then suddenly a prince...

-When did you sit in ashes?

-I don't mean me.

-I mean Cinderella.

-Ohh!

If ever a man deserves to be hung it's the fella who started that Cinderella stuff.

Poisoning the minds of children, putting crazy ideas into girls' heads.

Why, they're the ruination of more girls than forty actors.

I don't see what's the ruination about it. The Prince and Cinderella lived happily ever afterwards.

These writing fellas are smart. They end the story before it begins.

Why couldn't they be happy, Pop?

What would they have to talk about?

Do you think he wants to go on hearing about the ashes?!

"Let's talk about something else." And there she'd be - alone.

Sitting on that velvet cushion,

ready to swap strawberries and cream for a hamburger...well done. With onions!

You know what I think, Pop?

-I think you're wrong.

-Judas Priest!

But time moved on and skirts got six inches longer.

They stopped playing "Sonny Boy" and took up "Who's Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf?"

Then came the Depression.

You had to trade in a few of those dreams for shorthand.

June, 1932. Mr Hoover said if Mr Roosevelt was elected grass would grow in the streets.

Mr Roosevelt said if Mr Hoover got back in, there wouldn't BE any streets.

All of a sudden you were set. Oh, boy!

All you needed to get a peach of a job was this fancy document.

And a miracle.

Then, on July 23rd at exactly 4.37pm, will you ever forget...?

Judas Priest! Put it out!

-I'll take care of it.

-Get some water! Water!

No, not that! Not that!

-Drop that bottle.

-Don't get excited.

-All the water in the world, and you use whisky!

-There's more where that came from.

-He's been sick. He shouldn't be upset.

-This doesn't grow on trees.

-What are you doing?

-Just trying to put the fire out.

-That's the rug!

My fault. I dropped some ashes. That's my daughter.

Kitty, this is Mr Wyn Strafford. One of those mainliners you talked about!

How do you do, Miss Foyle?

I'm sorry I spoke a little sharply to you. I'm usually a little cooler headed.

-I'm sure.

-He wants my help with his new magazine.

-What are you doing in here in your shirt tail?

-Judas Priest!

Get out!

She's too big to be running around like that.

-Nice girl.

-She's a good kid.

-If I wasn't ill, she'd be going to college.

-Does she type?

Faster than you can think.

If she can type, we might be able to use her down at the office.

Ask her to drop in. There's an informality about her that might brighten our lives.

This is not right, Miss Foyle.

The use of "esquire" in business is a New York affectation.

I've seen letters addressed to you with "Mr W Strafford, Esq."

New Yorkers, perhaps. A man can't be "Mr" and "Esq" at the same time.

-One or the other is about all he's capable of being.

-I've seen 'em just plain "Esq."

-How does one get to be an esquire anyway?

-I don't know. Just is.

Pop says you get to be an esquire if you can sit on one animal and chase another.

Did I sound stuffy? I'm sorry.

-Pardon?

-OK. Get stuffy yourself. I've said I'm sorry.

Uh...

-did you get my column off the Dictaphone?

-Yes. It's...

What?

-Nothing.

-What about it? Don't be afraid.

I was just thinking how your voice sounds on the Dictaphone.

-Do you know who it sounds like?

-No. Who?

Ronald Coleman.

Really?

-I've played it over again. It's lovely.

-That's funny.

So different from what it is actually.

-RONALD COLEMAN:

-Do you really think it's true, Miss Foyle,

that I sound like Mr Coleman?

Hello, everybody! CHORUS OF "HELLO, JEAN"

-Miss Bauler, did you bring in your copy?

-Copy?

-Your copy on the Wheeler wedding.

-Oh, that!

I never got to the wedding. I went to a party.

It was a crashing bore!

Why don't you make Wyn throw a party here? A sort of house-warming.

Sounds like a crashing good idea(!)

I would just like to say that I'm sorry I was fresh just now.

-I didn't notice it.

-Well, I was, and I'm sorry.

Why don't you kick out some of those "friends" of yours?

They do the sort of stuff we've got to have.

None of my business, I know.

But I'd just like you to know I'm in your corner, that's all.

Thank you. It's encouraging to find someone who takes this seriously.

-Would you like me to run that off?

-No, no.

-I was just fiddling with it...

-It's very simple.

-Go to lunch!

-It'll only take seconds...

-Miss Foyle!

'Do you really think it's true, Miss Foyle, that I sound like Mr Coleman?

'Foyle, Foyle, Foyle and oil!

'Roses are red, violets are blue, Miss Foyle has nice legs. I love you.'

-Is that all?

-'Don't sit with your legs crossed during conferences.

'We have difficulties enough getting this magazine out without such demoralising exhibitions.'

-I'll go to lunch.

-Let me explain!

-Wyn, Wyn, boil in gin!

-I'm sorry. I didn't intend...

-I was testing it. I never thought about what I was saying.

-Let me out.

-No.

Not until I've made you understand.

It was like automatic writing.

People go into trances...

don't know what they're saying.

-It just comes out. Whole books sometimes.

-Very amusing.

-I'm going to lunch.

-Miss Foyle.

I want you to take some dictation before you go.

Let's see...

inter-office memo to Miss Foyle. I'm sorry I said you cross your legs in conferences.

Which you do.

I'm sorry I said they demoralise me.

But they do.

I'm sorry you seem to think that I am making love to you.

But...

I am.

Those were probably the happiest days in your whole life.

Days when you were learning those little things about each other

that make two ordinarily normal people a little daffy.

Like the first time he took you to New York. Remember?

-Violets! Violets!

-Yes!

Two bunches, please.

-I've never been in a speakeasy before.

-Don't be concerned.

The best people in New York come here.

-Who is it?

-Giono!

-Mr Strafford!

-Come in!

-Giono, how are you?

It is nice to see you. I haven't seen you since a long time!

RADIO BROADCAST

'Latest returns from New York State.

'7,864 precincts out of a total of 9,046

'give Hoover...

'936,421.

'Roosevelt, one million, four...' CHEERS DROWN OUT RADIO

Looks bad now, but Roosevelt will never make it.

Didn't YOU vote for him?

Me, vote for Roosevelt? He wants to repeal prohibition. Prohibition goes, where am I?

Some Scotch? Fresh off the boat today.

You mean, some of that bilge-water you whipped up this afternooon!

-How about some strega?

-I just got one bottle.

-I save it just for you.

-How nice!

-You liar! Let's have it.

-And one glass of water.

-What's strega?

-It's an Italian liqueur.

It has a picture of a witch on the bottle.

-They say that if two people drink it together, they'll never drink it apart.

-How cosy!

'Republican HQ have just conceded the state of Pennsylvania to...Roosevelt!'

He'll never make it.

Wait until the returns come in from the Mid-West.

Giono, from now on...

this is our bottle.

-I won't even touch it myself.

-We'll fix that.

There!

Why so solemn?

-Oh, I was just wondering.

-What about?

-Why did you bring me to New York?

-I thought you'd like it. Why?

Because... Well, when I was going to high school in Manatu, Illinois,

it's a small town and everybody knew everybody else's business.

So when a man took somebody out that he didn't want to be seen with,

he'd take her up to Chicago.

I see.

But this isn't like that. It's the opposite.

I wanted to make a good impression on you.

So I brought you where I thought I most likely could do it.

-I'm sorry if...

-Kitty...

-'Republican HQ have conceded Kansas and Nebraska...

'to Roosevelt.'

CHEERING

Wait until the Pacific Coast returns come in.

That's where Hoover is going to murder him.

Thanks.

Kitty, will you go to the Assembly with me this year?

Will you?

Ohh!

Wyn, that's awfully nice,

but you don't have to do that.

I want you to go. It isn't a gesture.

When I was a little girl I used to read about the Assembly

and cut out the pictures of the society ladies and use them as paper dolls.

-Probably the best use they've ever been put to.

-A committee goes over the invitation list...

-Mmm.

If they run across a Foyle, boom! Next thing, she's being scraped off the sidewalk.

Leave it to me. Is it a date?

I know I'm crazy... but it's a date.

'Attention, everybody! Republican National HQ have just conceded that the next president

'will be Franklin Delano ROOSEVELT!'

EVERYONE SINGING: "Happy Days Are Here Again"

Hooray! Hooray!

-What are you celebrating? Hoover didn't win.

-I'm celebrating our first kiss!

-You're crazy!

If you don't sing you ain't 100% American!

-Thanks for reminding me. We're 100% Americans, ain't we?

-Sure!

-Kitty for President!

# The skies above are clear again Let us sing a song of cheer again Happy days are here again! #

-What are you doing?

-It isn't private enough.

-Let's go see the sunset.

-It's already set.

-Then let's go see the moon rise!

"But Lancelot mused a little space

"He said, She has a lovely face.

"God in his mercy lend her grace,

"The Lady of Shalott."

I thought you said this was your favourite poem.

What tune is this?

-Night and Day.

-Aww!

All right. YOU play one.

-Stormy Weather.

-No!

-Play it again!

-All right.

-#

-Three little words...

-#

-Yes!

"The stag at eve had drunk his fill Where danced the moon on Monan's rill..."

-"Brushed his teeth, combed his hair, took a whiff of mountain air."

-You've destroyed it!

-You've no sense of the importance of beauty!

-Tell me about the importance, Teacher!

Glad to!

It's a man's duty to instruct women in all subjects. Pick a subject.

Well...

tell me...where we are.

-We're in the Pocono Mountains, Pennsylvania.

-But where are we REALLY?

-In heaven?

-No.

In love.

Tell me about love.

Well, first there was a man.

Just as he was learning his way about, there was a woman.

-Was the woman beautiful?

-Very.

She had...reddish hair

a nose than went like so...

and her eyes were as blue-green as the sea.

She looked something like me!

Well, her voice didn't sound so much like music

and her eyes didn't trap the starlight half as cleverly.

What did the man and the woman do?

At first they just hung around.

Didn't take any notice of each other. Maybe a grunt now and then, nothing more.

They thought of each other as company or perhaps as friends.

Then, one night, a strange thing happened.

What?

The man and woman were sitting in front of a fire.

The firelight played on her face and the man saw how beautiful she was.

Immediately he made love to her.

How?

He bent down over her...

rubbed her nose with his...

-Didn't the woman object?

-No!

-No.

-She loved him too.

Why?

-Well...

-Because...

he was all that she had ever dreamed of.

Tell me some more about the man and woman.

Let me see. Where was I?

You were...here.

Judas Priest!

Pop, what are you doing downstairs?

Didn't Dr Cartwright tell you to stay in bed?

-Dr Cartwright is a quack.

-You're going to stay down.

Understand?

There, now.

How does the rebel feel?

I have an idea I'm below par.

You were born four drinks below par.

Think you could force a little of this down? I know you hate it.

I guess you'll just have to steel yourself.

-Do you promise?

-I only take it to tone up my system.

-BACK DOOR OPENS

-Is that you, Myrtle?

-Yes, Miss Kitty.

-I'm going out to dinner tonight, so Myrtle will get yours.

-Goodbye, darling.

-Come here, honey.

-Remember when I gave you this?

-Mmm.

I didn't mean you to BE a little girl on a sleigh ride.

Go on. I don't know what you mean.

I mean Wyn Strafford.

Oh.

You might as well try to argue me out of a case of bronchitis. Cos I love him.

-Judas Priest!

-You said it!

-You want to marry him?

-Mmm.

-Has he ever asked you to meet his family?

-I've never worried about his family.

-I'm just as good as they are.

-Just as good?

You're so far above them they can't touch you with a 10-foot pole!

Mainline? They haven't caught up with the present. Your grandpa was a mainliner.

-Grandpa Foyle?

-He helped lay the tracks. REAL mainlining. Those tracks were GOING somewhere.

Fall in love with a man that's going somewhere.

There's no use arguing about it.

One, I don't agree with you, and two, he hasn't asked me. Yet!

-And he never will.

-But he loves me, Pop.

Where does that get you? Exactly nowhere.

I taught them cricket at school.

They may want to break away, but they never do, Kitty.

They always marry one of their own kind. I was a fool to let him in here.

Darling! I've got to go to work.

But I'll let you in on a little secret.

A woman can always tell when a man is going to propose.

Woman's instinct - there's a real piece of idiocy.

Every woman is a crystalgazer! She can foretell the future like a politician.

Goodbye! I've got to go to work!

Goodbye, darling.

Don't worry about me, Pop.

I can take care of myself.

Take care of yourself. By Judas Priest, you're going to break your heart.

-Good morning!

-Morning.

-What's the matter?

-Wyn wants to see you.

Oh, is he in already?

Morning, darling.

-May I come in?

-No. I'm coming out.

Good morning! Hey, what's all that?

-Heard of the Depression?

-Yes. It comes around when everybody's broke.

It's right here in this office.

-What do you mean?

-Our magazine is folding.

-Oh, Wyn!

-Your boss is a flop.

Don't say that, darling. It's not so.

-Sit down and tell me about it.

-There's not much to tell.

-What happened?

I got the idea for this magazine because I didn't like following the family.

I still don't. I thought this might be the answer.

They say all magazines lose money at first.

That's great - when you've got it to lose.

I haven't. The 10,000 the family gave me has gone. That's all there is to it.

You're a big boy with the right number of arms and hands and legs and plenty of brains.

I'm not going to cry over your first set-back. You've still got your health!

I tried to break away and it didn't work. I'm washed up.

I suppose you're the only guy in the United States who's got washed up this year!

-So, what are you going to do about it? Leap out a window?

-No!

-I guess I'll have to go back to the bank.

-They can't make a banker out of you!

You're too sweet!

Wyn Strafford, if you talk like that again I'll pop you on the nose.

You can't do that.

You're different. You're GOING somewhere.

Like the REAL mainliners.

Do you really believe that, Kitty?

I told you I was in your corner, didn't I? I still am.

-One round you've lost, but there are 14 others coming up.

-Darling, what about YOU?

-Me?

-Yes. What are YOU going to do?

That's right. I'm out of a job!

I never thought about that.

Well...

I might get a job in New York.

A friend of mine lives there.

-I can't let you do that.

-Why not?

Because you'd be too far away.

It's not China.

Kitty.

Huh?

You're all alone.

Your dad isn't very well.

I think it's too much of a load for you to handle.

I feel kind of responsible. It isn't YOUR fault the magazine folded.

So...

until...

you can get another job...

What do you mean?

-I'll just keep you on the payroll. It's only fair...

-Just a minute. You needn't worry about ME.

I'm free and twenty-one. Well, almost.

I'll go on loving you from here on out.

Or until I stop loving you.

But nobody owes a thing to Kitty Foyle.

Except Kitty Foyle!

You were right, Pop.

Well, it was just like you said.

Pop!

Pop! POP!

KITTY SOBS

Oh, no, Pop!

So it was goodbye to Pop. And Philadelphia. And all of that part of your life.

You ran away to New York.

And why New York?

All right, kid, let's face it. It was because New York reminded you of Wyn.

You may have shut the door on him but you had no intention of locking it.

What you REALLY hoped was that Wyn would come and find you.

So you joined the New York white collar brigade and waited...

This perfume should never be applied directly.

So...

What do you think, Madame Delphine? I wish you'd do as well.

Quality is rather competitive. Its base, of course, is allure. You will notice... May I?

There is a slightly aloof... slightly supercilious quality to the bouquet,

but the merest shade of promise there, too.

That's right!

-The favourite of la femme chic de Paris.

-Really?

-Are you married?

Yes.

-It's still a charming perfum, even around the house.

-I'll take it.

-I'm glad.

It will make monsieur happy, too.

It is...

67 an ounce. How many ounces...?

-Isn't that...rather expensive?

-How else could we keep the wrong sort of person from wearing it?

One ounce will do.

Merci.

-Miss Detaille really holds off on charges. 67 bucks an ounce. Whew!

-Look at some of these customers.

They at least want to SMELL good.

-Where do I find a box to fit this?

-Ring Stock.

BURGLAR ALARM RINGS

-I must have done something wrong.

-You said it!

-What'll I do?

-Flop!

-Huh?

-Faint!

What's the matter?

Ohh! Somebody get a doctor!

Operator! Get a doctor! Get an ambulance!

BELL RINGS CONTINUOUSLY

WOMEN SCREAM

ALARM STOPS RINGING

Where's the patient? I'LL be the patient if you don't let me out!

This looks bad. Probably a fracture.

Seems all right.

-OK from the knees down. Probably hip dislocation.

-Lay off!

Faking, eh?

Yes. Be a good guy and go away.

I've got just the thing for you.

Listen, I'll lose my job if they find out I turned on that alarm.

Well, how about a date tonight?

-No.

-OK. I'll try to inject this so it won't hurt you...much.

-You're not really gonna do that?

-What do you think?

-I'll scream.

-And lose your job?

-All right, you win.

-It's a date?

-Yes.

-Where do you live? Hurry, somebody's coming.

-1622 Rex Hill. Apartment 31.

-Is 8 o'clock all right?

-It's a little late for dinner.

-8 o'clock.

What's the matter? Oh, it's Kitty. It's my new girl! Oh, she's...

Oh, the poor little thing! She's fainted.

Oh, there, there. Poor darling.

I'm looking forward to a five-course dinner. That's the least I'll settle for!

You've got more faith than me! Me, too.

I haven't made up my mind whether I should demand dancing or not. How do I look?

A chain of holes isn't very leg flattering.

-Maybe it's just as well.

-DOOR BUZZER

-The doctor, I dare say.

OK, we're leaving. Goodbye.

You needn't rush away on my account.

-Good evening.

-Good evening.

And how is our little patient this evening?

-If you're referring to me, I'm all right.

-I'm fine, too.

It was a very funny way we met this afternoon.

Just a minute, doctor. I agreed to have a date with you and I intend to keep my word.

But if you think I'll laugh over that trick of yours, you're wrong.

I thought we'd sit and reminisce.

They're not going. I knew he was a squatter. I got goose bumps when I heard the buzzer.

Let's throw Kitty a lifeline. OK, let's.

-It's a nice place.

-I share it with two other girls.

-What could be better?

-Sharing with ONE(?)

-You know the first thing I thought of when I saw you today?

-Yes.

-Goodnight.

-Oh, please, I'm sorry. I won't do it again.

You walk close to the edge, doctor.

I was just trying to get the reins.

Pardon me.

Pardon me.

-Is that one of them?

-Yes, Molly. I forgot to introduce you.

-Don't worry.

-Pat, this is Dr Mark... Miss Day.

-How do you do? Pleased to meet ya.

-Is this a gag?

-They're just relaxed. That's all.

I've seen better specimens in a glass jar.

Well, what's your programme?

-Do you like to play cards?

-No. Besides, we haven't any.

As chance would have it, I have a deck right here.

-Now, isn't that a strange coincidence?

-Yes, isn't it?

Double solitaire?

He's digging in for the night.

Poor Kitty! Her first date and she draws a guy that's slap-jack happy!

I guess I'll finish the laundry.

What are you doing?

If I'm any judge of that guy, I'll be able to finish this book.

Jack. Queen. King. 17 games to 3.

-Strong coffee.

-Too strong. It's keeping me awake.

-You're not very good at sol.

-Not when I'm hungry. I thought we had a date tonight.

-What do you think's been going on here?

-For one thing, I've slowly grown to hate you.

-Me? But why?

-Because I'm hungry. I thought you were going to take me to dinner.

-I've only got a dime.

-We could go out and spend that.

All we could get for a dime is coffee, and we've got coffee.

I've had an awfully nice time.

I'm so glad(!) We must do it again. And soon, too(!)

-You've taken an awful beating, haven't you?

-YOU should know.

All of this has been kind of a test.

You mean, you've been testing ME?!

Don't make it sound so awful. It's just that the girl I fall for mustn't be a gold-digger.

I haven't got the dough for it. So I won't fall for one unless I can like her without spending any money.

-That's just for the first evening.

-Well, how did I come out?

-You're OK.

I must point out that anything I did to prove that to you was unintentional.

I know that.

-How about the movies, Saturday night?

-I'm sorry. I can't afford it.

-I'll pay!

-Coal Isle Johnny, eh?

-And the bus both ways.

Well, I never thought I'd fall for a flashy fella, but it's a date.

-Goodnight.

-Goodnight.

-All clear.

-He's gone. Ooh! So am I!

-I'd have asked him for rent.

-I know what his answer would've been.

-What made him rush off(?)

-His cards began to wear out.

That boy'll get somewhere.

-What makes you think so?

-The way he saves his money.

-It's better than staying home alone.

-And it's better than having your leg amputated!

I'm too sleepy to make up my bed. Goodnight.

Douse the light, Molly.

-Kitty?

-Mm?

-Whatever happened to that fella in Philadelphia?

The knight in shining armour.

Oh, him?

I don't know. I guess he must've caught the wrong horse.

-Don't you like this poor man's caviar?

-Sure. I was just studying.

-There's a lot to be seen on a subway if you can read.

-Ads or faces?

People. It's good practice.

Take Slim. What do you figure he is?

-A ballet dancer?

-He looks like a real estater.

-I'd say he has two kids, a house in Brooklyn and a skinny wife.

-He looks worried.

-It's late. He's wondering about what to tell the wife.

-He stopped worrying about that years ago.

-Then he's worrying about how to get ahead in the world.

-We all think about that.

-Not ME.

I'm taking a job in a kids' clinic. It won't pay as much as Park Avenue neurotics, but...

That little kid's gonna be like that for the rest of his life - weak, frail and unhappy.

Thousands of little guys like him in New York. They need attention whether they can pay for it or not.

-Why, Mark, you're an idealist!

-Not me! I don't even like them.

-Idealists?

-They're always patting themselves on the back.

-That's to save you the trouble.

-'96th Street.' That's us.

Now, take me. I like idealists!

-Kitty?

-Mm?

-Have you ever fallen in love?

-Uh-huh.

What kind of a fella?

I don't know what you'd call him.

But I thought he was wonderful.

You still love him, huh?

Why didn't you marry him, then?

-He had too much money.

-You must be running a fever. Nobody's got too much money.

HE did.

-You want a poor man?

-I don't want anybody.

Those rich fellas have no way of telling when they're falling in love.

-A fella like me knows when he's falling in love.

-Well, that's very interesting.

-How do you know when you're falling in love?

-I don't make much dough.

When I find myself wanting to spend 10 on a girl, I know I'm falling in love.

You're still safe then.

I'm NOT.

Kitty, how'd you like to go out, Friday night, dinner, dancing?

You mean, you want to take me out to dinner?

Yes. Friday night. Do it up brown!

OK?

OK.

-Goodnight.

-Goodnight.

-Same as usual?

-Yes, please, Billy.

Why do you still buy that Philadelphia paper?

-Just to keep up with the old town, I guess.

-To keep up with that boyfriend!

After all this time, I'd forget him.

-What's the matter?

-Tonight's the Assembly in Philadelphia.

-Wyn'll be there in his shining armour(!)

-You'll be out with Mark in his shining stethoscope.

Your change. Violets. >

-Violets, five cents.

-Sure. I'll have two bunches, please.

What is all this? Somebody's cuckoo.

These things have been coming in all evening. In the bath tub we've got water lilies.

They're all for you. The cards are full of mush but they're unsigned.

This is an oriental meat-eating plant that needs to be fed three times a day.

-Have you fed it? I...

-He's a fool.

What is it? What's so funny?

-DOOR BUZZER

-It's Wyn. I know it.

-Girls, please...?

-We'll join the water lilies.

Come in.

-Oh, Wyn!

-Kitty!

-Darling!

-Oh, Wyn, I never...

-Darling!

I just got here and look what I found. And I bought myself a dime worth of violets!

Oh, darling, how did you find me?

I just followed my heartbeat. Shall I go outside while you dress?

-Dress?

-I told you once I'd take you to the Assembly. It's tonight.

Only ours will be here in New York.

Oh, and you remembered!

-Wait a minute!

-Where are you going?

-Think it'll do?

-Oh, isn't that beautiful?

Oh, I'm so happy and you're so crazy.

-I forgot to tell you how much I love you.

-How much do you love me?

-If I loved you as much as you love me, would that be enough?

-There'd be no love left for anyone.

MUSIC: "I'll See You In My Dreams"

We ought to be close together like those new French telephones.

-Hey!

-Lips quicker than the eye!

Besides, nobody knows who we are. You look like the wrapping round the neck of a champagne bottle.

I feel like something wrapped round your neck.

-You like to dance, don't you?

-All women do. It's good training.

-How do you mean?

-It's the first way a girl learns what a man is going to do before he does it.

-We're all alone really, aren't we?

-Uh-huh.

And yet we're surrounded by people.

It's because you and I together make something entirely different

from either one of us when we're separated. A new element, like in chemistry.

We'll always be alone.

As long as we're together.

ORCHESTRA PLAYS ROMANTIC MUSIC

How long has Nijinsky over there rented the joint for? 5am.

That's when some dance in Philadelphia ends(!)

MUSIC: "Home, Sweet Home"

It's 5 o'clock.

-Mm?

-It's 5 o'clock.

Oh. Well, the Assembly's over.

Oh, I don't ever want it to stop.

How about some scrambled eggs, little sausages and champagne?

-Is that traditional at the Assembly?

-Yes. The eggs and sausages were added in 1897.

All I'm asking is that the orchestra play in my room.

-Sir, we have other guests in the hotel.

-Show him how softly you play.

You see? VERY softly.

-I'm sorry, Mr Strafford.

-What a town!

Come on, boys. Bring the wine.

This day started out like any other old day in the year.

-Can you think of anyone we haven't drunk to?

-Nobody left but strangers.

Very well. To the people we don't know.

-In five minutes the alarm will be going off.

-Shut it off. I'm awake.

See this?

What is it? An heirloom?

It was my great-grandmother's. It's a symbol of eternal life. From her to me...and you.

To those that come after us.

It's our family.

You'd better put it away if it's family stuff.

-Boys, can you play Tales From The Vienna Woods?

-Feebly.

I don't know why I should need all this background but, Kitty, will you marry me?

Will you?

No, darling.

Don't you love me?

-Uh-huh.

-But you won't marry me?

-Uh-uh.

-Why not?

Well, Wyn, darling, we're happy now, aren't we?

-I mean, here, this minute.

-Of course we are.

Do you know why?

Because we love each other and we're together.

No, that's not it.

-It's because we're not in Philadelphia.

-This is no time to joke.

In New York we're happy. At Pocono we're happy.

In Seattle and New Orleans and Dallas we could be happy. But not in Philadelphia.

Everywhere else we're just two people in love, minding our own business and bothering nobody.

You see what I mean.

-Kitty...

-In Philadelphia, you're Darby Mill and I'm Griscomb Street.

We're two addresses...

..23 miles and 500 light years apart.

Oh, Griscomb Street could stand it.

But not Darby Mill.

Oh, Wyn, I wish I could see you happy that way but...I just can't.

And...is that ALL?

Oh, we're both the same colour, if that's what you mean.

Boys, The Sidewalks Of New York.

The Sidewalks Of New York.

-What's the idea?

-That's our theme song now.

We're New Yorkers, both of us.

-Oh, Wyn, you're not kidding?

-No, darling, I really mean it.

I wish you weren't so right about all that in Philadelphia.

But you are, so that's the end of it.

This is where we'll live, where we'll be happy.

Oh, Wyn, I'm so happy now.

I'm so happy, I can't tell you how much.

-BELLS RING

-They don't know it...

..but they're wedding bells for us.

No mainline?

No Philadelphia?

Just you and me?

Me and you!

Oh, dear God, don't ring the alarm clock now.

For just a little while.

ORCHESTRA STRIKES UP: "Here Comes The Bride"

But the alarm DID ring. It had a funny jangle and you heard it all the way back to Philadelphia.

Wyn wanted to go back just long enough to tell his family.

There you were Mr and Mrs Wynnewood Strafford VI, coming home to announce their marriage.

-You aren't getting scared, are you?

-Leave it to me, darling.

-Don't fumble it.

After you, Mrs Strafford.

-Would you mind saying that again?

-After you, Mrs Strafford.

-Thank you.

Harrison.

Good afternoon, Mr Strafford.

-Where's Mother?

-The family are taking tea in the drawing room.

Don't let Uncle Kenneth scare you.

-He's an old Quaker banker who only knows three words - thee, thou and no.

-Here goes the bell!

-Hello, everybody.

-Wyn, dear!

-Mother, you remember Kitty.

-So nice to see you again.

-Thank you.

-And you remember my grandmother.

-Yes.

-And Aunt Jessica. Uncle Edgar, Uncle Kenneth...

-Miss Foyle.

The fact is, the name isn't Foyle any more.

It's Strafford.

Kitty and I have been married.

Why doesn't somebody say something? Or is she so beautiful she's taken your breath away?

Congratulations. Of course. Congratulations.

Well, shall we all sit down?

-Will you have tea?

-No, thank you.

-Wyn?

-No, Mother.

-When were you married?

-Last Saturday.

-I see.

I thought he was going to wait a year. Yes, Mother.

Wyn told us how much he loved you. Do the papers know about this?

I don't know. I don't suppose so.

-We'll have the Darby Mill house redecorated for them.

-Tell them.

This would have been simpler if Wyn hadn't been so impetuous.

< I thought you were going to send her to school first.

Above everything else, we want your happiness and his. That's foremost, isn't it?

Naturally. Of course.

I don't mean to be rude, but what are you driving at?

-Well, it's like this...

-No, Mother. You see, I promised them that we wouldn't be married for a year.

-Mother was going to take you under her wing and prepare you.

-Prepare?

-Prepare me for what?

-Finishing school and...

-School?

-Are you kidding me?

-It needn't be school.

When she has met our friends we can have a proper wedding.

-What do you call what we've just done? A rehearsal?

-Wait...

-I know we sound frightfully snobbish.

But, my dear, we realise too that you have not been accustomed

-to the life that you will have to lead...

-What about OUR plans? Tell them.

-Doesn't she WANT to go to school?

-School is out, definitely.

I'm a big girl now.

Wyn and I are not going to live in Philadelphia.

We couldn't be happy in Phildelphia.

I'm Griscomb Street and he's mainline. We both know it.

Anywhere else in the world it wouldn't make any difference.

So we're going to live anywhere else in the world. Right, Wyn?

-Of course...

-Miss Foyle, thou must realise that such a thing is impossible.

-Why?

-The Strafford money is a trust fund,

established by family wills. They provide that Wyn,

when he takes unto himself a wife, shall reside at Darby Mill and be an officer of the family bank.

Those terms are irrevocable. There's nothing we can do about it.

-It's the way Wyn's money has been left to him.

-All those dead people can tell us what to do?

Wyn can't live his own life?

Within the limits of his responsibilities, yes.

And what if Wyn refuses?

In that case, his inheritance would pass into the family trust.

So what? Wyn isn't rich any more. What is that to me?

I didn't marry Wyn for his money! I don't care!

-Thou art not being reasonable.

-Says thou!

-Thy temper!

-Let's get a few things straight around here.

I married a man, not an institution or a trust fund or a bank!

I can imagine you all trying to figure how to take the curse off Kitty Foyle!

Buy her an education and make a mainline doll out of her!

It takes six generations to make a bunch of people like you.

-Judas Priest! I haven't got that much time!

-Kitty!

Darling, please, I've got to talk to you.

Darling, please try to understand the family's point of view.

You can't just square off at them.

It's no use, Wyn.

They've got you under contract.

Kitty.

We're going to New York. You and I. Live our lives just as we planned.

-Give up your inheritance and everything that your family's built up?

-That's all right.

-I can make a living.

-Can you learn to live in a one-room apartment?

Eat in drugstores and save a dollar against the time when you haven't got a job?

Do you think you could learn that?

-If we're together.

-Do you think you'd be happy living that way?

Wait here. I'm going to tell them.

You left for good that time.

Back to New York and your old job.

Oh, you went through the motions of living, but you weren't living at all.

It's not living when you'd give an eyetooth to hear someone say "Hello."

Hello!

-Hello, Mark.

-It's been a while.

-Yes.

-How about going for a drink?

-I'm sorry, I...

-Don't explain. Come on.

-Here's a place. Quite a place, too, they tell me.

-Yes, quite a place.

-What'll you have?

-Anything YOU like.

Give us something kind of special. Strega?

Yes. Two of them.

Say, what IS strega anyhow?

-It's an Italian drink.

-Oh.

-'There's a picture of a witch on the bottle.

'They say that if two people drink it together, they'll never drink it apart.'

-It's been a long time since I've seen you. Too long.

-Yes.

Kitty. There's something I want to tell you.

-You always show up at the wrong time, Mark.

-Why?

-You knew I was married.

-Yes.

-Well, I'm not any more.

Today I got my decree.

Funny! It started out, "The people of this free state send you greetings."

We haven't had any calls for strega since a long time.

Well, how about a toast?

Still love him?

I'm afraid so.

Why didn't it turn out?

I couldn't live HIS life, he couldn't live MINE.

Is there any chance for me?

I'm afraid not.

You know I love you, don't you?

Yes.

'I don't know why I should need all this background, but, Kitty, will you marry me?'

Well, we could go out to dinner, see a show. I can afford seats now!

I'd like to, but all the time I'd be thinking of HIM.

It's only fair that you should know.

I see.

Maybe we'd better say goodbye here.

I understand.

If you need anything, you know you can call me.

-I know.

-I'm a pretty good doctor, Kitty.

But seeing you, I wish I'd specialised in heart trouble.

-'I want to see the sun set on Lake Pocano.'

-But we're too late.

It's already set.

You began to find out about then there's a lot of living to do.

AND if you're worthwhile, you get hurt. Funny, the things love does to a woman.

Come back in a week, Mrs Foyle.

Yes, Doctor.

-I'm sorry I'm late, Delphine.

-That's all right, my pet.

-Oh, you had a long-distance call.

-Really?

-A few minutes ago. Call Philadelphia operator twelve.

Operator twelve, please.

You have a call from Philadelphia for Miss Foyle.

I'll wait, thank you.

Hello.

Who is it?

Oh, Wyn!

Yes, Wyn, yes.

Of course we can have a talk.

5.30 at Giono's?

You know I'll be there.

Goodbye.

I'll be there!

-Everything all right?

-It is NOW.

The reason I was late this morning is because...

I had to go to the doctor's.

-Are you ill?

-No.

Then what's the matter?

Well, as I was leaving his office, he called me MRS Foyle.

Oh! My dear!

-Can I help you?

-No. It's all right now, because you see, Wyn called.

He knows, your Mr Philadelphia?

Of course he knows.

I mean, of course he doesn't know. He can't...

Oh, but in his heart he must, because he called and I'm going to see him.

-This is just what he needed. Just what

-I

-needed too. Me and Wyn and something to fight for.

-Good afternoon, Miss Foyle.

-Good afternoon, Giono.

Mr Strafford called. He said strega and two glasses.

Oh, um...

I think I'd better have milk.

-Milk?

-Yes.

-But when you have good strega why should you want milk?

-I don't want him growing up to be a dipsomaniac.

-Pardon?

-Oh, just milk.

-All right. Milk.

-Oh, Giono.

-Yes?

-Grade A milk.

-Grade A milk.

-Uh...

-Grade A!

-Let me out of here.

-Miss Foyle.

-I'm sorry.

-Can I do anything for you?

-No.

-What will I tell Mr Strafford?

-Tell him I hope the first one is a boy.

What's wrong?

Wyn's going to be married.

But to somebody else.

Then...then he doesn't know?

You didn't tell him?

No.

-Obviously somebody must.

-No!

No.

I wouldn't want him like that.

He'd feel gallant and conscientious.

There's no happiness for anybody in a marriage like that.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to have this baby.

-Oh, my dear! Have you thought what that really means?

-Sure.

I know. And I know what I'm going to name him, too.

The doctor called me Mrs Foyle, so I'm going to call the baby Foyle.

Tom Foyle, after my pop. He'll grow up to be proud of his name and his mother.

And by Judas Priest, he'll be a fighter, too. Hard as a pine knot.

Tom Foyle - the toughest kid on the block.

This is what women want.

It isn't men. Not really.

It's something down inside them that's the future.

That was it. The future.

In the year 2000 AD, your son would be only 65 years old.

He'd write it some day, on a letter maybe.

January 1st, 2000.

Your candidate for the year 2000.

Your sweet, tough... little candidate.

You don't have to tell me, Delphine, I know.

It's a boy.

Yes.

It's the funniest thing - you get so dopey.

All the time...it seemed...

I was dreaming that he was drowning.

And I was swimming after him.

Trying to keep his little head above water.

It's funny, isn't it?

It seems like I heard him crying.

I bet his lungs are awful good, aren't they?

If I could hear him crying.

I was swimming way down there under the water.

He cried good and loud, too. Didn't he, Delphine?

Yes.

When are they going to let me have him?

So I can hold him?

Delphine.

Delphine!

-You must rest, Kitty.

-I want my son. Where is he?

Delphine, he isn't...!

He isn't.

Oh...

I'm sorry.

I'm not thinking about me.

I'm thinking about my little candidate for the year 2000.

It's so good to be alive...

and he didn't even get a chance to fight.

But time kept on doing business at the same old stand. Five years of it.

Then Delphine sent you to Philadelphia to open a branch in that department store.

You were afraid to go...afraid of all the things it might bring back.

But nothing happened until the afternoon of your last day there.

What would you suggest to bring out the colour of my eyes?

A touch more orange in your lip rouge would do it.

-That's a good idea. What about perfume?

-Perfume?

-Are you going to the opera?

-I'm going to the Assembly tonight.

-What flowers are you wearing?

-I hadn't decided yet.

If you're going to wear orchids, I would suggest...

Mrs Strafford, you're wanted on the telephone. Thank you.

Hello. Oh, hello, Wyn.

You don't have to go to New York again, do you?

We've never been to an Assembly together.

Oh, all right.

Wait till I get home.

Goodbye.

-I'm sorry. I'll have to leave.

-Shall I send something to your home?

No. Charge the lipstick to Mr Strafford. Mummy!

< Are we going home? < Yes, dear.

You told me I could buy Daddy a birthday present. We'll get it tomorrow.

-I forgot my bear.

-I was just bringing it to you.

Thank you.

I bet I can tell you what your name is.

-I bet you couldn't.

-It's Wyn Strafford.

Wynnewood Strafford the Seventh.

How did you know?

I understand little boys. You see, I...

used to know a little boy once.

He'd be just about your age now.

-What was his name?

-And I think his eyes might have been just like yours.

I have eyes like my daddy's, but he's big.

Do you want a birthday present for your daddy very badly?

Oh, yes. He always gives ME one.

You can give this to your daddy.

But it's got to be a secret.

Oh, no. That's just for your daddy.

But it's a secret.

Here he is! I'll be coming in again soon. Could I have your name?

Oh, I'm sorry. We're not allowed to give out our names.

-Oh. That's too bad. Goodbye.

-Goodbye...

Mrs Strafford.

There you are, kid. There's the record.

Mark's waiting for you at St Timothy's,

and here's Wyn again.

Think fast, Captain Foyle.

DOOR BUZZER

-Bags ready, Miss Foyle?

-Oh, yes.

What time IS it?

Twenty five to twelve, ma'am.

-Would you tell the doorman to call a cab for me?

-Yes, ma'am.

-Bye, Tim.

-Thank you.

-Going to be gone long?

-Permanently.

-Sorry to lose you.

-Thank you.

-We don't get many pretty girls here.

-Tim...

-Yes.

-I think a young man will call for me a little after midnight.

-I want you to tell him from me that...

-Just a minute. I want to get this straight.

Tell him that I...I admire him very much and I always will.

You admire him...

-very much...and...

-..and I'll never forget him.

-..and you will never...forget...

Tell him that I'll always love him in a very special way.

You'll always...love him...

-And that I'm going to be married tonight.

-And...

St Timothy's Hospital.

Well, Judas Priest!

Subtitles by Janice Hamilton and Audrey Flynn, BBC 1995

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