Suzy (1936) Movie Script

This is for Miss Ruby.
And you, Miss King.
Oh yes, Miss Binkley.
I'll be missing you next
Saturday night, Pop.
And I'll be missing you too, Miss.
Yeah. But you won't be
missing this and I will.
I guess I shouldn't kick.
The money is soon gone these days.
Come on, Suzy. Let's get dressed.
- Alright. I'll be right with you.
But it's your whole week's salary, Suzy.
I won't take it. You can't afford it.
Don't you worry about me.
Blondes never go broke.
Being a brunette you
wouldn't understand that.
But you seldom see a blonde in financial
trouble. Besides, I've got a rich uncle.
But you never told me you
had any relatives in London.
I haven't any relatives anywhere
but I've got a rich uncle.
Now monkey, you take that.
Oh, Suzy. Thanks.
Well, big heart.
Been playing Santa Claus again?
Don't worry about me, frostbite.
Nobody is going to worry about an
American chorus girl stranded in London.
But another American chorus girl.
- Well, easy come, easy go.
Do you call playing
four shows a day easy?
How many shows will you be doing when
The exercise stimulates the
appetite and the food is free.
It is good too. French cooking.
Won't you come along?
Not Suzy, darling.
Why not?
I might tell you if you
promise not to laugh at me.
Go ahead. I promise.
I've been reading a book.
Give me back that promise.
- Oh, shut up.
The author said that the strength
of the British aristocracy...
Comes from the new blood they keep
getting from marrying into the masses.
Wait a minute.
What's the matter?
You're not staying in
London to get married?
Why not?
To a title?
The author ought to know. He is English.
Well, maybe he's right.
But meeting those Dukes isn't so easy.
Why, all day yesterday I never
had lunch with a single one.
Alright. But if they look for new blood
don't say there aren't ways to find it.
I see.
You're waiting for the nobility to track
you down and sweep you off your feet.
Not exactly.
But I'll keep my eyes open.
Maybe I'll do my morning exercises
in front of the House of Lords.
That's the way a girl talks just before
she falls in love with a chiropodist.
Listen. It's just as easy to fall
for a big shot as a little one.
A girl can love anybody
she makes up her mind to.
You'd better stop reading those books.
But it isn't a book. It's me.
Everything I've done
I have done from here.
That doesn't mean I won't love
the man I've set my mind on.
I will respect him and
devote my life to him.
And then we'll have a
real love. Not just a...
A 'yen'?
An infatuation, dear.
Oh... pardon me, Duchess.
How about eating in the meantime?
You'd better take that
job in Paris with me.
You know, they got Dukes over there too.
I don't speak French.
I might say 'Oui, Monsieur'
to the wrong question.
You can wait until they say 'manger'.
That means 'eat'.
Not a chance, Maisie.
I'm going to battle it out along
these lines if it takes all summer.
Who was it said that? Dewey at Manila?
- No. It was Napoleon at Waterloo.
Well, whoever it was had the right idea.
I'll get in a show alright.
I'm not so bad to look at, am I?
I admit I don't dance much
and I don't sing so well but...
I can be awful cute when I want to be.
Well kid, I give up.
But good luck.
And don't forget.
If things get too tough for you here...
You know where I'll be.
job in Paris come on back.
I'll let you know what theater
I'm playing in a few days.
Hey. Maisie.
You were wrong about
Napoleon at Waterloo.
It was Washington at Gettysburg.
- Yes.
Step out please.
Come with me.
Well, young lady.
You have got the job.
- Have I really?
Thanks. I need it.
Did you do chorus work before?
Yes, but I didn't think I
would have to do it again.
Circumstances rather change
your plans, don't they?
Do you suppose you could give
me some lines in the show?
You have got some rather nice lines now.
I mean. Would you let
me play a small part?
That depends on how big a part
you're willing to let me play.
What time should I report tomorrow?
You're having dinner with me tonight.
You're mistaken about dinner.
I was speaking about rehearsals.
In that case, perhaps you are
mistaken about rehearsals.
I don't feel you want to be... the type.
A cab, Miss? You're better
off with a cab, lady...
If you want to reach home without
having that pretty neck broken.
This way, Miss.
Little girls like you shouldn't
be out on a night like this.
Hurt yourself, Miss?
No. I am scared. That's all.
I'm terribly sorry.
Don't mind. It's all my fault.
- May I give you a lift somewhere?
Well, you could help me to the
sidewalk if you don't mind.
Can I take you home or
wherever you're going?
The least I can do after
running over you.
But you didn't.
I tried to hard enough.
Come along. It's too dark a night
for a young lady like you...
To be gallivanting about
the streets alone.
Where to?
I live at the Milan hotel.
The Milan hotel, Nobby.
Yes, Milord.
That's only around the corner.
Can't you think of a longer ride?
Really, I was on my way
to see a sick friend.
We'll take you there.
Where does she live?
No thank you. It is quite far.
It's in a terrible neighborhood.
She's a poor little chorus girl.
She used to work in one of my companies.
Nobby. We're not going to The Milan.
We're going to...
10 Marley Lane.
10 Marley Lane.
Yes, Milord.
So, you're an actress?
Oh yes.
But after all, what does success mean?
When life can be so cruel.
You're thinking of your friend,
the little chorus girl, aren't you?
But I've got to think of her.
She reminds me of myself.
That is, before I became successful.
Yes. This is the place.
Thank you.
Thanks a lot.
- That's quite alright.
I hope I run over you again sometime.
How about tomorrow?
Are we going to the Derby?
You really want me to go?
- I asked you, didn't I?
But if I hadn't fallen
in front of your car...
You wouldn't be taking me out tomorrow.
- That would be my loss.
I'll pick you up at the hotel.
- No.
I'll probably spend the
night with my friend...
You had better call for me here.
- Alright, Milady.
- Goodnight.
Nobby, I forgot to ask her name.
You forgot a lot of things tonight.
Me, for one.
If the boss discovers I've been using
his car there will be the devil to pay.
When you wore a tulip,
a sweet yellow tulip.
And I wore a big, red rose.
Oh, hello.
I am so glad you came.
I've wanted to make a confession.
I'm not a star. I'm not an actress.
I can't even get a job in a chorus.
I don't live in the Milan hotel. I live
here in this dirty old boarding house.
My house isn't dirty.
Mrs Bradley, I am so sorry.
Never mind me.
I was just talking to myself.
Suzy, I have got bad news for you.
He is after me again and
I have got to turn you out.
But don't worry about it, Mrs Bradley.
My luck has changed.
Suzy, have you got a job?
- No. But I found a prince.
A Prince?
- A Duke or something.
His chauffeur calls him 'My Lord'.
- Lord?
Suzy, where did you meet him?
He ran over me last night.
- Really?
Yes. In a Rolls Royce. And he takes me
to the derby today. Isn't it wonderful?
It's wonderful dear, of course.
But I don't see how it helps matters.
Peter insists that I
take your key today.
Surely, you can't let him put
me out before the wedding.
The wedding?
Suzy, you're marrying this man?
You bet I am.
I'm tired of fighting it out all alone.
Walking the streets looking for jobs.
And taking insults. I am through.
Besides, I'd like to spend the rest
of my life riding in that Rolls Royce.
When did he propose, dear?
- He hasn't yet.
But when he does I'm going to say yes.
Supposing he doesn't, Suzy?
- He can't help himself.
I have it all rehearsed.
That's what I did all morning
in front of the mirror.
And besides, the prince charming
always falls for Cinderella.
You sit right down here.
Now, you are him.
- I am who?
This man I'm going to marry.
What is his name, Suzy?
- I don't...
Now what do you think about that?
I don't know.
You're such a sweet child.
I wish I didn't have
to be so cruel to you.
You know, you remind me
of myself when I was a girl.
I hope you don't make my mistakes, dear.
Helping a rich Lord to propose
isn't a mistake, is it?
Oh no. Of course it isn't.
Go on. I'll be your lord for you.
And you won't laugh?
- No, Suzy. Of course I won't.
Goodbye, Peter.
No, no. Don't call him Peter, Suzy.
Alright. Sorry Mrs Bradley, but
don't interrupt or I can't act.
Now I've got to get in the mood again.
I've got to go now.
I hate to leave you.
You have been so sweet to me.
But I'm never going to see you again.
Should I ask you why, Suzy?
- No. Let it go.
I'm going back to America.
A rich man like you isn't marrying
a poor chorus girl like me.
An orphan who never had a father
or mother to see her through nor...
Nor a friend to give her a lift.
Mrs Bradley.
Mrs Bradley, I'm acting. Stop crying.
I'm trying to make you propose.
I know, dear. But...
Oh dear. I'm so sorry for you, Suzy.
Because I know everything you
said was the truth about yourself.
Honestly, was I that good?
Oh, Suzy.
Really, I don't see how
he could resist you.
I'll never be able to
remember the exact words.
But I have the right idea
and when the time comes...
[ Car horn ]
Here he is, Mrs Bradley. It's my friend.
Oh, Suzy.
Come along, Milady. Your chariot awaits.
Was that the Rolls Royce, Suzy?
You must think I'm an
awful fibber, Mrs Bradley.
But it was a Rolls Royce last
night and I did think that...
What difference does a
car make in one's life?
Now, you run along.
And if that man is worthy of you,
you make him propose.
[ Car horn ]
Suzy, do something today.
Because I may not be able to let you
have your room tonight unless...
I understand.
Top of the morning to you.
Well, like a flower you look more
beautiful in sunlight than the fog.
Meet my friend Nobby McPherson.
Nobby, this is...
- Suzy Trent.
Suzy Trent.
Suppose you tell me your...
- Terry.
Terry Moore. Come on, get in.
I hope you'll forgive me for
not mentioning it last night.
But that Rolls Royce isn't my car.
So I noticed.
How is your sick friend today?
Oh. I'm much better today, thank you.
Well, off to the races.
Hey, leave something for supper.
Good luck.
I've loved the Derby, or derby, so far.
Now what comes after this Mr Moore?
After this you try calling me Terry.
- And after that?
After that the horses get together
and give us a little entertainment.
I'm betting five pounds on Ragamuffin.
Five pounds?
Are you going to buy the horse?
It pays 2-1 and he's sure to win.
Who told you so?
- I know a horse that knows it.
Listen. Can't you pick a
better name than Ragamuffin?
A horse with a title, huh?
- Aren't they the king of beasts?
After all, Ragamuffin...
- You're thinking of the sport of kings.
Lions are the kings of beasts.
But they're not running today.
Here's a horse for you.
Golden Fleece. Pays 20-1.
Must have at least three legs.
If it pays twenty it must be a better
bet than a horse that only pays two.
Have you ever been to a race before?
No. I'm more the indoor type.
- You're sure?
Absolutely. It's the first
steps for my little feet.
This is marvellous.
Beginner's luck never fails.
All you have to do is to put this on
Ragamuffin for me and we're made.
Will you do it?
- Of course. I've nothing to lose.
Go right over there and put
this fiver on Ragamuffin.
Are you betting five pounds?
The minute I saw her I
knew she meant good luck.
I'm not exactly a horseshoe to myself.
I'm trusting it to you, Suzy.
It's sort-of like trusting a rabbit
with a lettuce leaf. But I will try.
Terry, are you insane?
Terry, they're nearly starting.
Where's Suzy?
If she's the girl I think she
is, she's in Liverpool by now.
There she is. Hurry up Suzy.
They're starting.
Did you bet for me?
- As if I'd been doing it all my life.
Good girl. Where is the ticket?
- Here it is.
Terry, tell me. Where is Ragamuffin?
- I can't find him.
Are you sure he's started?
- Of course he's started.
Which way did he go?
There he is. There he is.
- Ask him why he didn't write.
He is fifth. He's coming up.
Come on, Ragamuffin.
Please come in first. Please come in.
If you win that for me I'll
never bet on another race.
That will put an end
to the sport of kings.
Come on, Ragamuffin.
Fourth. He's coming up.
What a horse.
Come on, Ragamuffin. Come on.
Did he?
Did he?
- No. He did not.
The jig is up.
- Golden fleece wins.
Golden Fleece? Really?
- Yes. Golden Fleece.
Your horse.
Your horse too.
Look at your ticket.
Golden Fleece at 20-1.
Suzy, Suzy.
Say, I didn't bet for a syndicate.
Drink up.
- To the luckiest day of my life.
I should think so. A hundred pounds.
I didn't mean exactly that.
I like your rooms, Terry.
Say, do you have things like
this to eat every night?
This is the first party I ever gave.
It's quite a success for
so early in the season.
We have a speech to make.
Make it a good one. Good and short.
Nobby and I have decided
that you are our lucky charm.
And so...
We want you to stay here for a while.
Why, Mr Moore.
We scarcely know each other.
Then there's my grandmother in
Pennsylvania. Now, what would she think?
Now don't get me wrong.
I just thought that until
things get better...
You could have the bedroom
and I could bunk down here.
Or I could go over with Nobby.
I have insomnia anyway.
You don't have to do that.
I did have a bench in the park reserved.
Of course, it would mean
cancelling that. But...
I wish you would stay.
Will you?
That's nice of you, Terry.
The foolishness about two living cheaper
than one only works out in storybooks.
The hundred you won today
isn't going to linger on forever.
That's alright.
My job pays every week and
I'm really filthy with money.
I've 400 pounds saved up.
400 pounds at five dollars for a...
That's 2,000 dollars.
You can eat for years on that.
I've been saving it up until
my invention is finished.
He works on it at night at the factory.
It's a stabilizer.
Do you know what a stabilizer is?
It's something to do
with horses, isn't it?
Not exactly.
It's for an aeroplane.
Come to the factory one night.
You know, it's pretty important to him.
He needs five hundred pounds for it.
Do stabilisers wear ermine coats?
It costs money to put it on
the market and then...
You're rich.
Isn't that cute of it.
How soon does it start?
Soon now.
That's one of the reasons I
wanted you to stay here.
To bring me luck.
One of the reasons?
I'll tell you the other.
Another time.
Maybe I ought to go.
- No.
[ Banging noises ]
Are you hurt?
- Uhuh.
Well, what happened?
I saw a mouse.
Did he see you stealing
that piece of cheese?
Yeah. And he gave me a dirty look.
You wouldn't mind helping
me up, would you?
I don't know. You look so beautiful
down there, I don't think I'll move you.
By the way, you're doing
a lot of falling these days.
First, in front of the car.
And now in front of the cupboard.
I don't mind telling you I'm
doing a bit of falling myself.
If you know what I mean.
- By any chance, you don't mean for me?
No. I was thinking of the mouse.
So, why are you here in the middle
of the night waking people up?
I am hungry.
- But you've been eating all day.
Yes. But I'm three weeks behind.
Sit down.
What are you serving?
- Well...
Now, do you like onions?
Onions for two are delicious.
For one they are a terrible hazard.
What else have you?
We have ham and sausage and cheese.
How would you like some milk?
Suzy, I've changed my mind.
I have got to go.
But why?
Did anyone ever say how pretty you are?
- Uhuh.
They never saw you in my pyjamas then.
I've got to go.
I've got to talk to Nobby.
You're not waking him up at this hour?
Yes. I just forgot something.
I remembered...
I have to talk to him.
You finish your food.
By the way, Suzy. I dropped round
and paid that landlady of yours.
She'll be glad to see you.
- You shouldn't have done that.
Sure I should.
It's only your share of the winnings.
By rights you should have it all.
You are a darling.
Gee, you are busy.
What's this little thing?
That? That's the most important
part of the whole stabiliser.
It is kind of cute.
That's a nice perfume you have on.
Do you like it?
- It's just fine.
Now, here's an interesting little piece.
Let me see it. What is it for?
It's sort-of hard to explain unless
you've ever been up in an aeroplane.
Have you?
- No. I've never been up.
You think you would be afraid?
Not if you were there, Terry.
I have a friend who lets me
take his bus up now and then.
I'll take you up next week.
I won't be here next week.
Where will you be?
- On my way back to America.
But Suzy... you can't go.
I must. I have to go back.
I don't want to go now.
But I'm not well known here and
it's been pretty difficult for me.
Of course, if I'd listened to
one of the rich Johnnies...
I could have had my name in lights.
- Your name in lights?
Yes. It means you're a star like
Hamlet or any of those big actors.
I have to leave though.
Every day I stay makes
it more difficult for me.
Suzy, you look as if
you were going to cry.
I don't you to think I'm a sentimental
little fool but I can't help it.
I didn't know when I
met you that I would...
I'll always remember you, dear. And...
Suzy, will you marry me?
Look. I have been carrying this
marriage licence around for days.
Suzy, You will never be sorry.
My only aim in life will
be to make you happy.
I don't know how I could deserve
the wonderful fortune of having you.
But if you can only...
Please, Terry.
What is it, darling?
It's an awful temptation to say yes.
But it wouldn't be because I loved you.
It would be because I'm alone
in a strange city and broke...
And I wouldn't have a place to
sleep if you hadn't paid my rent.
I wouldn't even have a square
meal if you didn't buy it for me.
You deserve better than that.
- But that's my business, see.
Maybe you would feel that
way when we started out.
But I'll guarantee on the return
trip it would be a different story.
Perhaps you think I've a
pretty good opinion of myself.
I think you are grand.
I like you an awful lot, Terry.
- Then, Suzy. Why not...
Who is there?
That is Mrs Schmidt.
You'd better hide in my office.
Who is there with the machines?
What are you doing in my factory
in the middle of the night?
Just working on a little invention
of mine, Mrs Schmidt. It's a...
So, you work on your own inventions with
my light and my power and my machinery?
But in my own time, Mrs Schmidt.
You see, I thought...
You thought. But now I think.
And I think you get out.
And don't come back.
- Ah, very well.
Get out now. I tell you.
Some of these tools belong to me.
- You can get them tomorrow. Get out.
Alright, Alright.
I'll just get the things from my office.
- Tomorrow. Get out this way.
Good evening, madam.
Good evening.
- Good evening.
Pardon me. Was there anybody outside?
Why do you ask?
Could anyone know we were coming?
- Nobody.
But it is no harm to be careful.
Please come in.
Who was that?
- I don't know. I couldn't see them.
My, she was good looking. She had on
beautiful furs and a string of pearls.
She looked like a duchess.
- What's happening here anyway?
Look. Suppose you sneak out and wait
for me round the corner in the car?
But I...
- Go ahead.
That old crow is up to something.
I want to see what it is.
[ German language ]
I told you to get out.
Why are you still here?
Just having a farewell look around.
I am sentimental about the old place.
You never told me you understand German.
You never asked me.
Well... we just got a big order.
It has been a lucky night.
- Not for me.
If you remember, I'm out of a job.
- Ah, you silly boy.
You took me too seriously.
I was only joking.
You know, for a long time I think
Terry should get more money.
Maybe we make him a manager, huh?
Tomorrow morning we'll have a talk, huh?
- Sure.
In German.
What happened?
- Well Suzy, this is my lucky night.
One peek over the transom, two minutes
talk and I'm manager of the factory.
A peek over the transom?
What was going on?
Some sort of monkey business.
She may be double-crossing her partner.
She thinks I caught on to it.
What were they saying?
- I don't know. It was in German.
That would be Greek to me.
Me too. The only German
I know is Ich liebe dich.
Suzy, that sounds pretty even in German.
Ich liebe dich.
Won't you say you will marry me?
- Terry, I've already told you...
Suzy, if you'll only say you will,
there will be no stopping me.
Look. I'm manager already.
Soon, I'll likely own the factory.
And then when they buy
my stabiliser, why...
I'll be one of the
biggest men in England.
In the British Empire.
In the whole world.
That's a lot of territory. Aren't you
afraid you'll rattle round in it?
Not if you're with me.
- Terry, you're slightly cuckoo.
You can't have everything.
- Apparently, I would if I get you.
Are you saying 'Yes'?
Terry Moore.
39 Islington Street.
Give us a kiss, Mrs Moore.
- Out here in the street?
I want the girls in the neighborhood to
know it's no use chasing me anymore.
Don't worry. I'll let them know that.
Hurry it up, Mrs Moore.
We have a long drive ahead of us.
You'd better settle down with a book.
It's going to take me five minutes.
What are you packing, the furniture?
To buy yourself a trousseau.
Part of the derby winnings.
A bride needs a trousseau, I hear.
And another thing.
She gets the family jewels.
With all my love.
My father gave it to my mother
the day they were married.
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
I am. And don't think I'm not.
You. You killed him.
Charlie. Quick. Call the police.
Police, police!
She done it I tell you.
I've seen her myself.
I saw her do it, officer.
Is this the room?
- Yes. This is it.
Open this door.
Open this door at once.
The girl was sitting here.
Is he dead?
- No. He's not dead.
He'll pull through. Bartley, get him to
hospital at once. It's a very bad wound.
Give us a hand here.
- Righto.
Here are my notes, sir.
- Good.
Now, Suzy dear. Don't take it so hard.
It's not your fault, is it?
No. But I shouldn't have run away.
I don't know what made me do it.
I was panic-stricken, I guess.
I should have stayed.
- Yes. Sure.
Until the police came and
arrested you for murder.
- Here.
Say, Suzy.
You're telling me the
whole truth, aren't you?
You didn't go and shoot
this guy yourself, did you?
Maisie, you don't think I...
- Of course not.
But that's what they'll accuse
you of back in London.
So stop picking on
yourself for running away.
Besides, there was nothing you
could do for him after he died.
And anyway, you'd only known
him for a couple of weeks.
You certainly couldn't love him.
- I married him.
So what?
I married myself out of a
town in South Dakota once.
But it didn't mean I loved the guy.
- Well I did, Maisie.
You mean you really fell in love
with the foreman of a factory?
You? Who's going to have Lordships
sweeping you off your feet?
Maisie, I wish you wouldn't.
Say. You did kinda liked
him at that, didn't you.
I'll say I did.
Maybe he wasn't the kind of
man I used to talk about.
But he was a gentleman, Maisie.
Suzy, dear. I'm not
trying to be mean to you.
I'm trying to snap you
out of it. That's all.
I'll never forget him, and never forgive
myself for running away from him.
I was so alone and so afraid.
I had to get to you somehow.
I never should have left you there.
And believe me, it won't happen again.
We're going back to America.
In the meantime I'll get you a
job at my place. Oh, it's a joint.
And it's endurance
not talent that counts.
So we'll battle it out along those lines
until we get enough money to go home.
And by the way.
A Frenchman told me it wasn't
Washington at Gettysburg who said that.
It was Grant at Richfield.
What is that?
- They're coming here.
Don't open the door.
They're after me.
It is war.
Best to bring him in, Andre.
- Come on. Bring him in.
He's followed you so far you
might as well bring him in.
Gentlemen, please shut the door.
We're liable to arrest.
We are showing a light.
Dear, dear.
Gaston, where are your manners?
Mr Charville. You're very welcome.
But the goat. He must go.
Monsieur Pomo. The goat.
You made him go.
Gaston has become very attached to me.
Gaston. You must get out of here.
Gaston is a respectable goat.
Monsieur Charville.
For the sake of my reputation.
Your reputation. Your illustrious name.
The brave deeds you
have done in the air.
The high regard that France has for you.
Please get this goat out.
But my dear Pomo, Gaston has
become quite attached to you now.
And no wonder. You seem to
have something in common.
Louis. Get this goat out. Do something.
Yes, Louis. Do something.
Gaston. Gaston.
Thank you, Louis. Thank you.
The night was filled
with sweet surrender.
I had a million things to say.
If the soldier had brought a cannon with
him he could have made some real noise.
I'll go and tell them to pipe down.
- No, no.
That's Andre Charville the famous pilot.
He shot down fourteen planes.
Let's stick with it, Pop.
The night was filled
with sweet surrender.
She's a pretty girl.
The one who's singing.
How does she look? Blonde or brunette?
- Blonde.
Fat or thin?
Mixed. But in the right places.
And tell me darling.
By the way.
Don't let them kid you, Suzy.
Did I remember...
To tell you that I adore you.
- Tails.
Very pretty.
- I said so.
Take another look.
Ooh, la-la-la.
Would you say she was a blonde?
- Yes, yes.
For blondes I always use gold.
Just to be a good sport about it.
What did I say?
She doesn't sing all the time, does she?
Did I remember...
To tell you that I adore you.
And pray for evermore that you...
Were mine.
Charming. Charming.
- How do you know? You didn't hear it.
Mademoiselle, I assure you I heard
every word. Let me convince you.
Sit down. Gentlemen, play it again.
You be the audience.
Did remember to tell
you you're delightful.
You are everything I want you to be.
Your eyes are lovely.
And far beyond comparing.
Especially when they are glaring.
At me.
I can't think up words to
say how swell you are.
But I can tell you are...
I know so well you are.
I started falling.
The moment that I saw you.
Believe me, I adore you.
Does he sing all the time?
Well, didn't I know it?
You seemed to know the music.
What was the matter with the words?
- They didn't match.
Some weren't so bad.
Those about 'falling' and
'swell' and 'delightful'.
They were pretty nice words
even if they didn't rhyme.
You know, the more I see of you the more
I'm convinced I can make them rhyme.
I swear to you I've been here
every night listening to you.
Looking at you, adoring you.
And I swear I've been here every night
looking and waiting and hoping for you.
And you never came once.
That was yesterday.
After all, it's tomorrow that counts.
Or better still, tonight.
From now on I'll be here every moment.
What's going to happen to that war?
I'm afraid that will have to
struggle along without me.
I'm in your service now.
- For how long?
For life of course. I will die for you.
No, no. Let me die for you.
We will die for each other.
That is, after a while.
We don't have to die
before morning, do we.
Suzy, what are you doing?
Those who love me call it dancing.
- It is dancing.
Yeah. Interpretive dancing.
- Interpretative?
You've not changed your clothes.
- So I haven't. You notice everything.
You haven't even packed your
things yet and the boat won't wait.
I can't see a boat not waiting for you.
Where are you going?
Now listen here. I can just see
how this thing is going to end.
Will you stand still a minute.
- Certainly. Thanks.
No, You had better dance.
Anything you say.
- And all I can say is...
It's too late to be keeping
step with a tin soldier.
He isn't 'tin'. He's a king or an ace or
something. He shot down 14 planes.
Or was it 14 thousand? I wouldn't know.
I'll be seeing you at the hotel.
And just think. If that coin had
fallen wrong I'd have lost you.
You see, we tossed to see who
would dance with you. And I won.
- Period.
Give me a drink. Anything.
- Yes, mademoiselle.
What you drinking?
- For you?
Whatever the lady is having.
- What is mademoiselle having?
I loathe anisette.
Alright, barman. Give me some.
Did you know Americans
have no sense of humor?
Yes, Monsieur.
One more drink.
- Yes, Madame.
Not anisette.
- Anything?
- I'll have a Cointreau.
Barman, do you realise the French
are utterly lacking in ingenuity?
Yes, madame.
- You know something.
No, madame.
- Frenchmen aren't romantic.
Yes, madame.
I see they must toss a coin to
decide who can dance with a girl.
They can't decide those
things with their own heads.
But in America, barman.
Did you know, in America when want
ham and eggs or hotcakes or a baby...
You just go to a store and put
a nickel in a slot machine.
Did you know that, barman?
- Yes, Monsieur.
Did you hear what he said, mademoiselle?
Barman, you're having hallucinations.
There isn't a gentleman in sight.
Oh no, mademoiselle.
Air raid!
Barman. Isn't it a shame there's no
gentlemen here to take care of the lady.
Yes, Monsieur.
This way to the cellar.
Air raid!
I thought you shot down fourteen planes.
I did. That's why I'm ducking.
I beg your pardon.
- Quite alright, old boy.
Come in.
- Can I bring a friend?
No. I just spotted a better place.
Splendid. Splendid.
Keep your head down.
Let us face the enemy with flags
flying, with our hearts high.
And our heads low.
We've only one life to
give for our country.
So let us take very good care of it.
Anyone feel like singing?
A topping idea.
Make us all feel merry and bright.
Let's sing La Marseillaise.
Or God save the King.
Please gentlemen, no.
We'd have to stand up. I know.
La pere avec toi.
[ French singing ]
Closer, darling. Remember, you hate me.
Sleeping while the moon keeps watch.
Ah, what fools people are to
waste the moonlight in sleep.
We're not foolish, are we?
- No.
And there's Montmartre.
Where I'll just live and dream.
There it is. At your feet.
Where all the world should be.
If I asked you pretty.
If I said please.
Would you talk a little sense?
But that is sense.
It is truth. It is wisdom.
Alright, darling.
That's the front.
They're busy tonight.
It must be terrible there.
Yes. I have seen more attractive
places but it's a long way off.
I don't go back until tomorrow.
Yes, dear.
I have...
Let's see.
Only eight hours to learn by heart...
How your eyelashes are tangled.
The way your hair smells of jasmine.
And how just one corner of your
mouth smiles as if it had a secret.
Eight hours isn't very long, is it.
It isn't even eight.
It's not quite five hours before I sail.
Oh darling.
Well, no-one can take those
five hours away from us anyway.
Come. We've much to do.
I drink to you. You drink to me.
We both drink to each other.
What do you say? Shall we start?
At your service, Monsieur.
Shall I pack her bags
also, mademoiselle?
But she has to come.
- The boat train departs in 14 minutes.
- Put that thing away.
I keep expecting a cuckoo to jump out.
Hey, hey.
Voila, Monsieur.
Hey, Suzy. Remember me?
Well, you did it.
You got me here on time.
I wish I hadn't.
Anyway, I've got these
for my memory book.
I know we should be ashamed of ourselves
leaving four unopened bottles in Paris.
Come on, Suzy. The boat
won't wait. Not even for you.
Look. Don't come with me to the station.
I hate saying goodbye.
And for the first time in
my life I hate it too, dear.
Goodbye, Andre.
Goodbye, Suzy.
For two people who hate saying goodbye
you're making an awful good job of it.
Come on, Suzy.
Careful with that.
Goodbye, Andre.
- Bye, my dear.
Come on.
Allez, allez.
Goodbye, Paris. Goodbye.
Yes. Goodbye.
Hey, what's the matter with you?
You sound sunk.
I am crazy. That's all.
- Ha.
You're in love. That's all.
I'm afraid I am. Nothing else
could make me feel as bad as this.
You'll get over it.
- I know. But I'll never see him again.
Sausages, sandwiches, fruit, cigarettes.
Chocolates, sweets, cigars, oranges.
Mints, chewing-gum, liquorish.
- We don't want any.
Bon-bons with curls in them.
Curls with bon-bons.
Please go away.
Postage stamps, Ferris wheels,
chinaware, elephants.
That's for your memory book. And this.
Is for mine, darling.
I wish you weren't going, sweet.
I don't want to go.
- Come back soon.
I will. And forever I'll...
He's not so bad, your Andre.
There is a plane.
I'll never see one of those things
that I don't think about him.
You're going to be great
company from now on.
Reservations for deckchairs. Sunny
side up. Get them while they're hot.
If it isn't the flying pigeon.
How about a deckchair?
For your memory book.
- Andre.
Say. You're not triplets, are you?
Well, a pilot couldn't
let a train beat him.
I can't let you go, Suzy.
I just found it out.
I can't leave you, Andre.
I have known it all along.
I can't leave you.
An American custom, I believe.
- I'm not a bride.
I haven't been one for a week.
- You'll always be a bride.
I'm just an old married woman.
- Quiet.
In France you can't
contradict your husband.
Then we go to America.
Bring those things.
I think we live here.
Put me down or people
will think we're crazy.
I hope we stay that way. Albert, Albert.
Madame Charville.
- Put me down.
Not in the hallway, darling.
Albert, pay the man about
the luggage, will you.
Please put me down.
Your father is in the library, sir.
- Thanks.
Did I remember to tell you I adore you.
Father, father.
We're here. This is Suzanne. My wife.
How do you do.
How do you do.
Father, we've just returned from
eight glorious days in heaven.
I could hardly expect you
to write from heaven.
Don't you think you ought to
go upstairs and rest a bit, Suzy?
I'm not tired but I would
like to freshen up a bit.
Albert, will you show Mrs Charville
to her husband's room.
Yes, sir.
I didn't know you had a father.
Yes, dear. In France
they're deemed essential.
Don't worry about father. He'll be
alright. Run along upstairs, will you.
Catch, Albert.
I said 'run', Madam Charville.
She is pretty, isn't she father.
Yes. Most cabaret girls are.
She's not a cabaret girl now.
She's my wife.
So I was informed a week ago.
Also, you overstayed your leave.
- Yes, I arranged that.
I telegraphed the C.O.
- I know about that too.
Do you want me to take my wife away?
- Certainly not.
Where else should you take
your wife but your own home?
I hoped you would say that.
After you know Suzy you won't regret it.
Whether or not I've any regrets about
you taking a wife doesn't matter.
What does matter is
whether you regret it.
Is that sherry?
- Good.
Good? You always disliked it intensely.
Not at all. It was port I disliked.
Yes. Impulse is probably your
strongest characteristic.
Impulse and repentance.
That's good. What year is that?
- Always getting into scrapes...
And always being grateful to me for
getting you out of them when I could.
Your first brilliant act was to run away
from home to join a travelling circus.
You wanted to elope with
a trapeze performer.
Then you brought a leopard
home that bit a gendarme.
But she was a pretty creature.
I'm talking about the leopard.
- Sorry. I thought you meant the girl.
You forgot about her within the week.
This arrived for you this morning.
It's from the war office.
Leave cancelled?
Yes. I haven't much time.
I'd better tell Suzy.
We've always been good friends
and spoken the truth to each other.
Why did you marry this girl?
She's young, pretty, blonde,
romantic and trusting.
Has lovely ankles.
As affectionate as a kitten.
Has a beautiful hot temper.
Would make a charming widow and...
You see, there's another reason why I
married her. Funny. It slipped my mind.
I know. I love her.
You love her?
That also has a familiar sound.
I have to pack.
That is my mother.
- She's lovely, isn't she.
You must miss her a lot.
- Yes.
It's even worse for father.
You see, she filled his whole life.
You may find him difficult at first
but do try to understand him.
He is lonely.
I'd do it for you anyhow.
But now I'll do it for him.
Aha... jealous?
Yes I am. Terribly jealous.
Jealous of all the years
I didn't know you.
Jealous of everything that
might take you away from me.
Or maybe I'm just frightened
that I might lose you.
Well, well. We'll settle that.
Company. About face.
Forward. March.
There you are.
They're on their way out of my life.
But I don't understand, you having known
and seen so many wonderful women...
How you ever picked me.
That was my luckiest day.
But maybe you'll have regrets
Be disillusioned.
Darling, I don't know how
to even spell those words.
I never knew anything could be
as marvellous as these eight days.
What old Pop Gaspard said
certainly came through.
Pop Gaspard?
He said happiness would find me.
I wouldn't have to look for it.
And it found me. Just like that.
Just think... we've another whole
week before your leave is up.
And I've planned what we're
going to do with every day of it.
Tomorrow we'll pack a lunch basket
and go out in the woods for a picnic.
And eat those tiny little
strawberries with cream.
The next day we'll take a boat, go down
the river and come back by moonlight.
And the third day...
- Shush.
Oh, Andre.
I'll be brave.
After all, you're a soldier
and there is a war.
I had kind-of forgotten about it.
I'll go and get dressed so
I can go to the station.
Perhaps I can ride part of the
way on the train with you?
No, dear. No.
Please don't come to the train.
I can't say goodbye to
you in a railway station.
I couldn't say it properly, dear.
I couldn't say...
Did I remember to tell you I
adore you at a railway station?
I couldn't kiss you like this.
Captain Charville.
Andre Jean Paul.
Pilot of the Escadrille M14.
For conspicuous gallantry
and enterprise.
Above and beyond the call of duty.
Congratulations, Captain.
Thank you, sir.
Now you've got to go to Paris
and we have only just met.
I was hoping...
You know I'd never leave you, but...
I have business to do in
Paris. Personal business.
Remember. I shall be
here when you come back.
And while you're away you can
give me a thought or two.
And think how lonely I shall be.
I shall think of nothing
except you, but...
I do have to see my father.
- Of course.
Well, my convivial friends.
I've enjoyed your company very much.
But all good things come to an end so
here is luck and farewell. I must go.
Your train doesn't leave for hours yet.
- Right.
That just gives me time enough to
report at home before I report for duty.
Orders, Andre?
- No. Conscience.
Conscience? Ha-ha.
Well, well. Do my eyes deceive me
or is that Lieutenant Charbris I see?
You sure it's the Lieutenant
you looked at?
Don't be absurd. Women bore me.
Besides, it's too late. I'm homeward
bound. Goodbye, gentlemen.
Lieutenant. Well, well.
What a surprise.
I see you're surrounded by the enemy.
Yes. And I need help. Want to sit down?
No thanks. I'm going home.
My train leaves at 10:30.
You have time to have a drink with us.
- I'm afraid not.
I didn't think Captain
Andre was ever afraid.
Not even time for just one?
Well, since you put it that way.
Just one.
This is nice.
Won't you join us, Lieutenant?
Thank you.
Did I remember.
To tell you.
That I adore you.
And I am living for you.
Did I remember.
To say that I am lost without you.
And just how mad about you.
I have grown.
You were in my arms
and that was all I knew.
We were alone, we two.
What did I say to you?
Did I remember.
To tell you I adore you.
And pray for evermore you...
Are mine.
Now, now then.
There's no need to cry.
I am sorry.
But you see, I was singing that
song the night I met Andre.
Later, we walked in the moonlight.
You don't know what it meant to
me to know a man like Andre.
I couldn't believe it.
And then he brought me here and I...
Come in. Come in.
Monsieur Andre is on the telephone.
He wishes to speak to you, sir.
You will excuse me.
But there's still half an hour
before your train leaves.
Well. It is...
It's not easy to say goodbye to a man's
wife for him but I'll do my best.
You won't mind if I say I think
you're behaving very badly.
I'll try and explain.
And when did they move
Andre is detained at the war office.
I knew it was something like that.
Yes. He said he didn't want to talk
to you from a conference room.
But I'm afraid I have bad news for you.
Andre returns to the front tonight and
won't have a chance to come home first.
You mean, I'm not going to
get to say goodbye to him?
There's still a half hour
before his train leaves.
We might make it in time if we hurry.
Thank you.
I'll be ready in three minutes.
- Oh.
I'm sorry. You must excuse yourself
to your friends for a moment.
Of course. Excuse me, will you.
- See you on the train, Andre.
See here, my boy.
You don't know what you're doing.
You can't leave without seeing Suzanne.
There isn't time now, father.
- But there is time.
I brought her here with me.
She is there.
Think what you have done.
Your last day of leave and you let that
poor little thing be alone and waiting.
I am sorry about Suzy, father.
- Sorry? Of course.
You are always sorry, but realise this.
You can't do this to her. She loves you.
Now, here she comes.
You have only a few minutes.
Make her happy.
Don't let her know you
weren't at the war office.
I won't.
And thanks.
Andre darling.
- Suzy.
Suzy, I never dreamed you'd
have time to get here.
It was your father's idea.
- Yes. So he told me.
Rotten luck having to go to the war
office. It spoiled our last evening.
And we had everything you like for
Though I'm not complaining.
I understand perfectly.
But we had such a hard...
- Darling.
I'm afraid that's train time.
- Hmm.
Come on.
I'm so glad we have
these few moments alone.
We're alone alright.
- They don't matter.
Nothing in the world matters but us.
I'll have another leave soon, dear.
Perhaps we'll have better luck.
Goodbye, dear. And remember.
I'll worry about you every minute.
Don't worry about me.
Just take care of yourself.
Goodbye, dear.
Send Captain Moore in.
- He's on his way now, sir.
Poor Moore. I have to
dress him down again.
It is difficult.
- But necessary, sir.
He's one of our best men.
- I know.
But I can't help a certain sympathy.
Captain Moore.
Do you think I collect your autographs?
- No, sir.
Then why do you continually bombard
me with applications for transfer?
I only applied nine times, sir. I feel
I'd be more useful in combat service.
The fact that your superior
officers feel differently...
Doesn't seem to impress you.
No, sir.
Try and let it sink in.
Yes, sir.
Is there anything else, sir?
- Yes.
You will take seven of your new planes
to the 14th French Squadron tomorrow.
They've been losing planes
with uncanny regularity.
You'll deliver the special plane to...
A Captain Charville.
- Yes, sir.
Charville crashed the last plane.
- No wonder he crashes them.
He makes his plane so
conspicuous nobody could miss it.
He's a great flier though.
And a great chap.
Let's hope he'll have
better luck this time.
If it's any consolation to you.
Test pilots have broken their necks.
I'll do my best, sir.
Well, he's fine.
And he is lonesome for us.
And he says he's not been
in a moment's danger.
And here's a message for you.
He says to tell you...
How often he thinks about you.
And how proud he is to be your son.
And he sends all of his love.
And asked me to give you...
Thank you, Suzanne.
You know, I hope he
stays away from now on.
And writes every day.
- Yes you do.
You would rather see him than...
Well, so would I.
You know, sometimes you're a trifle
incoherent when you speak of Andre.
But never mind, my child.
I have a confession.
I am a little incoherent
about him myself.
I too love him.
From the first moment I ever saw him.
A tiny wrinkled little creature.
But holding all my hopes.
And then.
When he grew up to be a little boy.
- What was he like?
He was very naughty.
- And spoiled.
Indeed he was not.
I was extremely severe.
He always found a way
of getting round me.
When he had been especially naughty.
He used to come to me, and with the
sweetest smile in the world he'd say...
Sorry now.
And then I would frown.
A tremendous frown.
And he'd put his little
hand on my face and...
He'd make the corners of my mouth
turn up and he would whisper to me.
'Make a smile'.
And you did.
I did.
- And you forgave him.
I'm afraid I did.
So would I.
You save his letters very
carefully, don't you.
Yes. I save them all.
My son.
The greatest flier in France yet he
finds time to write us every day.
What is it, Albert?
- A telegram, sir.
Thank heaven.
What... what is it?
'Captain Andre Charville'.
'Wounded in action on the 17th.
Condition not critical'.
I die ten times before
I open a telegram.
It happened almost two weeks ago and
they've only just now let us know.
Would you like to visit Andre,
Suzanne, if I can secure a pass?
Oh yes.
But I cannot leave you.
Albert will take care of me.
Just help me to the telephone.
Squad. Halt.
Madam. You are madam Charville?
Yes, I am.
- Allow me.
May I present myself?
I am Captain Barsanges.
One of Andre's brother officers.
- Yes, I know. How do you do.
How did you recognise me?
- Very easily.
Captain Charville said you would be the
prettiest woman who gets off the train.
How is he really?
- Perfectly alright.
The car is this way, madame.
Get Madam Charville's luggage.
You may come in now, Madame Charville.
Shall I take them in?
- No thanks. I can manage I think.
I don't look too...
I don't look gloomy, do I?
I'm not, you know.
I envy the Captain.
That's how you look, Madame Charville.
Chicken, burgundy, champagne, biscuits.
Caviar, bon-bons.
Greetings, joy, delight, excitement.
And love and kisses.
For our memory book.
How do you feel?
Is it very bad? Does it hurt?
No, dear. Just a little pop on the knee.
I'm bored to even talk of it.
You look marvellous.
Is it because I haven't seen you for so
long or because I love you so very much?
What is it? Tell me.
- As you haven't seen me for so long.
Because Paris is full of old men
and because you are sweet.
You haven't really got champagne
and caviar in that basket, have you?
Haven't I?
Pinot Grenoble. Your favorite.
And Beluga caviar and
chicken and brandy.
You must have one of these.
Your father brought them himself.
He said you're never too
Thanks, dear. You're quite
fond of him, aren't you?
I never knew there
were people like that.
He's fond of you too.
He writes about you.
When you see your father, remember
you've been writing to me every day.
I tell him what is in your letter.
Thanks, Suzy. I...
Darling, I understand. But your
father lives on news of you so...
I just make it up.
You're sweet.
What is it, a raid?
- Nothing, dear.
No. Just a thunderstorm. You can't
hear the guns from here. Really.
Do you remember that night?
The sound of the big guns and
the flashes against the sky.
And all of Paris lying
asleep in the moonlight.
We were a pair of fools that night.
- A pair of fools...?
Look what I've done, Andre.
- That's alright. Don't worry about it.
They'll say...
I'll go and get some more water.
I'll only be a moment.
Nurse, I upset the flowers.
Would you mind...
Of course.
- Where can I find some water?
- Thank you.
Hello there.
- Hello Terry.
How is he today, nurse?
When can he come out and play?
Don't ask her. She holds
me here against my will.
How is the new plane?
- She's just crying for you.
Wait until you see her.
What a beautiful bus.
I got all the bugs out of the motor.
She'll do twenty better than any enemy
plane and she comes out of a dive...
Just like a floating dove.
Kiss her for me.
Tell her I'll see her soon.
Did I break into something intimate?
- No, no. Of course not.
I can't believe it's true.
May I touch it to see if it's all real?
You may touch and taste. Eat the lot.
My wife came down from Paris.
I needed some delicacies.
Your wife?
Now, Andre.
No, really.
- Now look.
The blond was your cousin.
The redhead was your niece.
And this mysterious dark-haired
Not so loud. Not so loud.
She'll be back any minute.
Then I was right.
No. You're wrong.
This is really my wife.
Don't worry. I'll treat the
lady with due respect.
I will click my heels and...
Kiss her hand.
And say: congratulations, madam.
'You've achieved the impossible.
You've brought Andre down to earth'.
Ah. French chestnuts. How I love them.
Now, Terry. Listen carefully and get
this through your thick Irish head.
The lady whose supper you're
consuming is really my wife.
She's an American girl.
Lives with my father in Paris.
So please don't mention about that...
Hello, Suzy. I want you to
meet a good friend of mine.
May I present Captain Moore.
My wife. Madame Charville.
Suzy just came down from Paris with
food and flowers under her wings.
Like a ministering angel.
Didn't you, dear?
It's not really difficult to
picture the lady as an angel.
You can always trust an Irishman
to make a pretty speech, Suzy.
We make the speeches
but you get the girl.
It's time to change the
dressings, Captain Charville.
I'm sorry, madame.
But it's time for him to go to bed.
There you are.
Just as I begin to enjoy myself.
You mustn't overdo it.
- Alright, dear.
When do you return, Terry?
The Colonel wants me to hang about
until you've flown the plane.
I must show you a new
wheeze with the ailerons.
I can hardly wait. You'll see my
wife back to the hotel, won't you.
No thank you. I'm alright.
- Nonsense, dear. He will be delighted.
You're looking a little pale.
Don't worry about me. It's just the
excitement of seeing you again.
See she had a cognac before
she turns in, will you Terry.
Goodnight, dear. Give me a kiss.
Goodnight, Andre darling.
- Goodnight, Terry.
Goodnight, Andre.
I'll be delighted to show
you to your hotel, madam.
How can I have known
that woman was a spy?
What does it matter whether
she's a spy or not?
You saw me shot and you ran away.
I told you that all I knew
was that you were dead.
So that's your story, is it?
- It's the truth.
The truth, you say.
But Terry, how could I have married
Andre if I'd known you were alive?
I begin to believe you'd do
anything to suit your purpose.
Terry, you can't...
- Wait a minute.
You had your say. Let me speak.
- Please.
You ran away just to avoid trouble.
You couldn't be bothered.
I didn't mean anything
to you, dead or alive.
When I came to my senses I
wanted to go back. Honestly.
Yes. But you didn't come back.
You say you are glad to see me alive.
I'll believe that as well
as the rest of your story.
I am glad.
- How could you be?
I've arrived just in time to spoil
your nice comfortable existence.
Won't you believe I'm
telling you the truth?
The truth again. And have
you told the truth to Andre?
No. Of course you haven't told him.
You couldn't tell the truth to anyone.
You couldn't face
yourself with the truth.
I can't tell Andre.
Because I love him.
It's funny to hear you
talking about love.
What do you know of it? You never
felt it for anyone but yourself.
And me, hoping you'd come back to me.
You come back alright.
Terry, please believe me.
Don't you understand?
I love Andre.
I can't lose him.
I'll tell you what you
don't want to lose.
Your soft easy life and your
nice clothes and your luxury.
You don't want to lose a single room
in that elegant house of yours.
Suzy Trent on her way up.
That's why you haven't
told Andre the truth.
Where are you going?
I'm going to tell Andre everything.
You haven't the nerve.
I didn't tell him.
Why not?
So you're the girl I've been
in love with all this time.
Well, I won't tell him.
When this war is over, if a bullet
hasn't set you free, I will.
Never mind about the bed.
Please find out when the
next train leaves for Paris.
Yes, madame.
Good afternoon, Captain Barsanges.
Good afternoon, Madame.
We have missed you.
Madame Eyrelle.
May I present Captain Moore.
How do you do.
Haven't we met before?
Of course.
Now, where did we meet?
In Russia was it? Or in France?
I was born in Russia but
I've been here many years.
Ah, it probably was some
other Mick you met.
I guess all Micks look
pretty much alike.
Isn't that odd. I could have sworn...
We have met now in any event.
I'm giving a little party tonight.
Not a pretentious one but the best
I can do under the circumstances.
You will come, won't you?
- I'd be delighted. Thank you.
What a beautiful plane.
- The motor sounds marvellous.
Thank you.
Beautiful. Who is she, Captain?
A most charming woman.
We have missed her.
She's been in Nice
nursing Captain Charville.
Not nursing him perhaps.
Helping him relax.
She got back only yesterday.
Yes, a great help. Entertains the men.
Amuses the patients in hospital.
A very valuable woman.
How did she go, Andre?
- Perfect. She is a beauty.
She's an angel. She is glorious.
Hello, boys. Andre, you
frightened me to death.
I haven't had so much
fun in ages, Diane.
Come on. Tell me all about it.
- Alright.
Charville looks happy.
- So he should be.
A great buzz.
Fun being in the air again.
I'm very happy, Terry.
You're congratulated.
I envy you.
- Such is life.
Someone has to build the things.
I know how you feel, Terry. Tonight,
I'll stay sober and you can get tight.
It seems to me that's a pretty
noble gesture on my part.
Uhoh. He must be tight.
Well, I hope so.
I'd only bore you talking about a plane
you know ten times more about than I do.
If you've a chance to
fly you are in action.
No, you're not boring me.
But I'll not cry in your beer.
In my beer? How could you cry in
my beer? I'm drinking champagne.
Besides, what have you
to cry about, Terry?
Me? Not a thing.
My life is just a bed of roses.
You mustn't drink any more.
Haven't you a patrol in the morning?
Not until Captain Moore gives
my new plane a final check-up.
You're not going up tomorrow?
- No.
That's good.
You can get as happy as you like.
When do you return to England, Captain?
- In a few days, I think.
No thank you.
Well gentlemen, you're strangely silent.
No, not at all. We were on topic 'A'.
- Aeroplanes?
- Oh.
Diane, sit down. Have a drink.
I'll explain about carburettors to you.
No. I must look after my guests.
You get back to topic 'A'.
And mind you speak very
nicely about women.
A very amusing girl. One of the most
understanding women I've ever met.
Say, Terry. Are you married?
Yes and no.
Yes and no? How can that be?
I see. You're married when you're home.
You know, that's funny.
I never thought of you as being married.
Tell me, Terry. What do you do when
your wife asks foolish questions?
Mine doesn't.
A woman who doesn't ask questions?
Ah, an angel.
She can talk, can't she?
- Oh yes. She can talk alright.
Does she ever want to know where you've
been, what you've done, who you've seen?
Never mentions it.
I should have met her first.
There is something to that.
- Is she very pretty?
Some people think so.
- Blonde.
And she doesn't ask questions.
Terry. Treat her gently.
Cherish her tenderly because there
isn't her like in the whole wide world.
Let's drink to that.
- Hmm.
Papers and magazines.
Letters, some nice hot tea.
Afternoon tea.
And you will have to hold
up this war ten minutes.
All hostilities will cease while
Drinks his tea.
If it were only as simple as that.
There you are. Just the way you like it.
Let me have that paper.
- Not until after you've had your tea.
Tell me, what's happening in Verdun?
Not a thing.
Look. Honestly.
Nothing from Andre.
Not today.
- No thanks.
You know, you look very tired.
I still believe you should
have joined Andre in Nice.
Andre didn't...
Andre didn't want you
to be here ill and alone.
He was much happier going on
leave knowing I was with you.
Now, I'll read you all
about the latest fashions.
What have we here?
'La vie au soleil'. That is...
Life on...
Life in the sun.
Here's a section all about the Riviera.
And some really grand beach clothes.
What is it?
It's nothing. Nothing at all.
Oh, I've spilled cream over it.
I am so clumsy.
Oh. Here is something
that will interest you.
'The dowager Countess of
Braxley has taken over...'
'The Esplanade Hotel near Monte Carlo'.
'And is converting it into a hospital
for convalescent French soldiers'.
In effect then, this is the plan.
Headquarters have based it on the
enemy's hatred for Captain Charville.
Hatred which you must
admit you've earned.
I would say so.
At exactly four tomorrow morning.
A volunteer from among you will take
off in Captain Charville's plane.
What's that?
- And cross the line at Vechaux.
Then turn north.
The enemy knows Charville's
silver plane well enough.
There's no doubt that when they sight it
they'll converge all their forces on it.
In the meantime, at five
minutes after four...
Our entire squadron commanded
by Captain Charville himself.
Can proceed to our objective.
Is that clear to everyone?
- Yes, sir.
It's unnecessary to add...
That the entire success of our
offensive rests on this manoeuvre.
And that the man who flies
Charville's plane tomorrow...
Is almost certain to meet trouble.
I tell you this in fairness
before I ask for a volunteer.
Let me go, sir.
- I'd like to volunteer.
You know my orders concerning
you, Captain Moore.
No flying over the lines.
Let me go, sir.
Sorry, gentlemen but
I'll be selfish about this.
You see, where my plane goes, I go.
It's a matter of sentiment.
But Andre, you can't do that.
- No. I'll go. I trust my luck, Captain.
Then there's nothing more to say.
Thanks, Charville.
- Thanks, Captain.
I suggest we turn in
early tonight, gentlemen.
You really should get some sleep.
You have got to make a flight at...
Seven? I wish it were.
No. I'm going up at four.
You never told me.
If I had known I would never
have let you stay up so late.
Since you're not going
to get any sleep at all.
You should have some black coffee.
No, no.
No, darling. Let me go.
[ Door knocks ]
I want you to make some coffee.
Be sure it's very hot and very strong.
And don't be long.
Captain Charville has to be back on
the flying field at four o'clock.
He is probably going up alone.
- Yes, madame.
Be as quick as you can.
- Yes.
[ Door knocks ]
Who is it?
- Terry, let me in.
Please let me in.
What do you want?
- Something terrible is happening.
Andre's room is four
doors down the hall.
I've got to talk to you.
The woman who shot you.
I found out who she is.
That's what I came
down here to tell you.
There is her picture.
That woman? Impossible.
It is Madame Eyrelle.
I don't care what she calls herself.
She is the woman.
That's the way she looked when she stood
in the factory and later at your rooms.
I couldn't forget that face
in a thousand years.
Madam Eyrelle a spy?
That can't be the same woman.
If the woman who shot you is a
spy then this woman is a spy.
That's why we must stop her, Terry.
That's why we must find her now and
make her prove who and what she is.
You're crazy.
- Crazy?
If stopping military information getting
to the enemy is crazy, then I am crazy.
Alright. We go to the military police.
- No. We mustn't do that.
That's why I came to you.
We have got to try and save Andre
from possible disgrace and...
His father from a broken heart.
I see what you're thinking.
That I don't tell the truth
and can never tell the truth.
What we think of each
other now isn't important.
This thing is bigger
than either one of us.
Terry, I'm not asking
you to do it for me.
I'm not asking you to do it for
Andre because you're his friend...
Or because he's anything to me.
I ask you to do it because of what he is
to his country and what he stands for.
Terry, every mother in France prays her
boy will be another Andre Charville.
They idolise him. They believe in him.
We cannot destroy that faith.
Come along.
I know where to find him.
- Terry, we must hurry.
Captain Moore is downstairs.
He wishes to speak to Captain Charville.
What? Terry at this hour?
It must be a change of orders.
- There's a lady with him.
A lady?
I'll go downstairs to see what
he wants. Excuse me, dear.
Terry, what brings you?
- I made him bring me.
Andre, you must come with us.
This woman. This Madame Eyrelle.
She's a spy.
I know I'm caught, darling. I don't like
it and you don't like it, but spies?
Come now. Let's be sensible about this.
Andre, you must believe
what I say to you.
I suppose I should be flattered
by all the attention.
Terry. After all, you don't work
for a private detective agency.
There's a chance Suzy is right.
Madame Eyrelle is a spy.
You must get out of here right away.
Look here, you two. Go back to the
hotel and we can discuss this later.
You must come with us now, Andre.
- No, Suzy. No. That's enough.
Wait a minute. Tell him
what happened in London.
Before the war, I stumbled on military
information I wasn't supposed to have.
A woman came to my lodgings and
shot me. I didn't see her face.
I did.
You did? You didn't even know him then.
I was married to him.
Andre, we haven't time
to go into that now.
Just please believe.
Believe? How can I believe
anything? You and Terry?
The very day we were
married it all happened.
We'd come back to his rooms.
Andre, We were standing there just
like this and the door opened and...
There she is now.
That's the woman who shot him.
- Suzy.
- Whom am I meant to have shot?
You haven't much time.
It's a quarter to four.
Diane, I'm awfully sorry about all this.
I'm afraid my wife is rather hysterical.
Your wife?
I am afraid I'm intruding.
You must excuse me.
You thought you recognised
me once, madam.
Have you remembered yet
where it was we met?
Perhaps if I told you the address
it would refresh your memory.
39 Islington Street. London, England.
This is too absurd.
Darling, let's not go on joking.
What am I expected to do?
I'm afraid it's your joke, madam.
I saw you twice.
Very clearly both times.
The first time at Schmidt's factory.
Nonsense. I never heard
of Mrs Schmidt's factory.
How could I have?
- How did you know it was Mrs Schmidt?
There. You see, Andre?
Don't you realize what this
woman is doing to you?
Breaking your whole life, your honor.
Andre, everything you and your father...
Wait a bit.
The Intelligence department has a pretty
complete record of Mrs Schmidt's group.
You'd better hurry on to the airfield
and let me stay here and settle this.
No. We settle it right now.
I'll call Intelligence myself.
I think you're both insane.
- Don't get mixed up in it.
We came so this couldn't happen.
It will ruin you.
Drop that phone.
Get back.
I understand, old man.
But I can either make the flight for
you or get a doctor. I can't do both.
Make the flight.
I'll just have time to make it.
Don't you move from
here until I come back.
Yes, Andre?
Make... a smile.
There he goes.
Good luck, my boy.
That plane is after us.
Look out.
He's coming back.
There is a plane.
It is Charville. He's coming back.
He is going to crash. Follow him.
Terry, you are hurt.
- I'm alright.
Terry, nobody must know how he died.
I don't care what we have to tell them.
There's no end to your
loyalty, is there Suzy.
Quick. We've work to do.
I have a communication here.
From the Corps Commander.
Which I would like to
read to Madame Charville.
And to her husband's comrades.
'It is with the deepest
sorrow and regret'.
'That I have learned of the
irreparable loss to your squadron'.
'In the death of
Captain Andre Charville'.
'Whatever memorial may be
erected to him one day'.
'His real memorial is in the
hearts of the French people'.
'No higher tribute could be
paid a man than to say...'
'His last hour was his greatest'.
'And he has brought
the name of Charville'.
'To lasting glory'.
'We can cling during the
meaningless horrors of war'.
'To the selfless courage
of men like him'.
'That courage purifies war'.
Even his enemies...
Recognise his heroism.
Captain Moore, will you please escort
Madam Charville back to Paris.