Married Life (2007)

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# I can't give you

anything but love, baby

# That's the only thing

I've plenty of, baby

# Dream a while

# Scheme a while

# You're sure to find

# Happiness, and I guess

# All the things

you've always pined for

# Gee, I'd like to see

you looking swell, baby

# Diamond cufflinks

Woolworth's doesn't sell, baby

# Till that lucky day

you know darn well, baby

# I can't give you

anything but love

# I can't give you

anything but love

# That's the thing

I've plenty of

# Dream a while

# Scheme a while

# You're sure to find

# Happiness, and I guess

# All the things

you've always pined for

# Gee, I'd like to see you

looking swell, baby

# Diamond cufflinks Woolworth's

doesn't sell, my baby

# Till that lucky day

you know darn well, baby

# I can't give you

anything but love

# I can't give you

anything but love

# I can't give you

anything but love, baby

# I can't give you anything

# But love #

This is

my friend Harry Allen.

He's married.

He likes his wife.

It can happen.

I'm sorry, Mr. Allen,

were you calling for me?

Yes, Miss Jones.

Get Mr. Langley

on the phone for me.

Yes, sir.

Right away, sir.

Myself? I always thought marriage

was a mild kind of illness.

Like the flu or chickenpox,

to which I was

safely immune.

It all began on

the 5th of September, 1949,

when Harry called to ask me

to lunch at the Cloud Room,

saying he had something

urgent he wished to tell me.

So, what's so

damn important?

To our mutual

good health.

Uh-huh.

You're not dying on me or

something, old chap, are you?

No.

Just the opposite.

So?

Let's grab a table before

it gets too crowded.

Do you like Pat, Rich?

I mean,

are you fond of her?

Of course I like Pat.

She's your wife.

You know I'm fond of her.

Since the day I met her.

Of course.

What are you getting at?

Well, I'm going

to leave Pat.

And I thought

I'd better tell you.

I thought you

ought to know.

Why, may I ask,

are you gonna leave Pat?

Because I want

to be truly happy.

Oh. That sounds

reasonable.

I'm being

very reasonable.

Well, what's her name?

Look, I know you and Pat

well enough to figure

your marriage is

not an unhappy one.

As a matter of fact,

as marriages go,

I always thought

it was pretty good.

The most successful marriage

I've ever known.

Her name is Kay.

It's Kay Nesbitt.

Pat will take it hard.

I know. I tried

telling her. I couldn't.

I can't stand to

see anyone suffer.

You know how I am.

Why don't you have Kay,

if you want,

as your girlfriend?

Just to make sure.

What, you mean

as a mistress?

Just to make sure.

I am sure.

I always dreamed of a woman being

really in love with me, Richard.

For Pat, love means

only one thing.

And what is that?

Sex.

All the rest of it, the romantic

dreams, the self-deception,

what you always call

"the wish to give and give," Harry,

it all boils down

to that. Bed.

Love is sex.

The rest is affection

and companionship.

You're wrong.

You're completely

and utterly wrong.

Well, you're a romantic

and sentimental fool.

If you don't want the truth,

you shouldn't ask me questions.

But I do love you,

darling.

I do. Really.

And you know

I find you as attractive

as that very first night

we danced together.

I know you do.

Perhaps I'm not made

like other women.

I don't know.

I've tried to be

a good wife to you.

From the day

we were married,

she committed herself,

she came to life.

But physically only.

Only physically, Richard.

I know some men

crave that sex,

but I want more.

We all have to put up with

something in life, Harry.

We can't have everything.

You can't possibly

understand.

You're with a different woman

every other week.

I'm going to have to

find a way to leave Pat.

I have to.

I've made up my mind.

Dear, sweet, gentle Kay.

What on earth drew a girl

like you to my friend Harry?

That I could

never understand.

Maybe you were lonely.

Maybe you were smitten.

In truth, who can ever

explain a woman's desire?

It's always been

a bit of a mystery.

It was the next Sunday

that, as habit,

Harry and Pat walked to have

lunch with their daughter Becky,

her husband Tom and their

grandson, little Charlie.

Good afternoon.

Hello.

That awful dog.

That awful woman.

Poor old

Mrs. Walsh.

So I said, "What you have is an

inability to express your emotions.

"You're frigid in

a Freudian sense,"

which completely confused

her, the poor woman.

So I told her that without

a very serious analysis,

she would never

get over it.

We talked about her

childhood for an hour.

Harry was already looking

forward to his evening with Kay.

He'd made all

the proper arrangements.

All his excuses

were lined up.

It has always been the

privilege of the well-to-do

to use their business

as camouflage.

Gotta go.

Harry, it's Sunday.

Duty calls, darling.

I need to get a head start

on tomorrow's meetings.

So be it.

It is on your own head.

But when evil

comes to you...

I appreciate the television

set, darling, I do.

That's all

I want to do, Kay.

I want to spoil you,

and shower you

with gifts,

and give and give.

Just to see you smile.

I love that smile.

Harry,

you're such a romantic.

That's why I love you.

He had to get out

of his marriage.

He had to have Kay.

But how?

He couldn't stand to shatter

Pat's world and make her suffer.

You know, the other

week at the cabin,

John O'Brien was

telling Newt Baum

that he thinks a woman

who does a lot for her man

can pay a heavy price.

What do you suppose

he meant?

Oh, it's all rather

uncomplicated, I'm sure.

He was drinking.

You know John.

What is the price

a good wife pays?

Tell me.

I don't know.

Let's skip it. You'll

upset your stomach.

No, go on.

I'd say he was

probably thinking that

if a married man

falls in love

with another woman,

the dedicated wife is

surprised and hurt.

And she remembers

him as he was.

Before they married,

and she sees him now,

as she made him.

A better-finished

product altogether.

A product another woman

is soon going to enjoy.

You've given this

a lot of thought.

I know you don't

love me anymore.

No.

I do love you.

Pat.

Pat.

Pat?

Pat! Pat?

Pat?

Thanks for coming

at this ungodly hour, Doc.

That's all

in a day's work.

I thought she was

having a heart attack.

Not a bad way to go,

coronary thrombosis.

If you ask me, it's the

most merciful death of all.

Quick and easy.

But, no, she's fine.

The pain in her chest

is most likely caused

by an emotional

condition.

Are you aware of anything that

could disturb her emotionally?

Anything at all?

No. Nothing I can think of.

When it comes to the

opposite sex, most men are selfish.

Whereabouts

does she live, Harry?

Fairhaven.

I'm no exception.

She's got a little house with

a flower garden down there,

and a decent job in town,

selling wallpaper.

I wanted Harry's girl.

That's near your weekend cabin.

Yeah, not far.

That's right.

You know, if you come by one

weekend to see us at the cabin,

you should stop by

and say hello to Kay.

Hmm.

There's not much for

her to do out there.

When I'm not around, she's just

curled up with a book by the fireplace.

She's a reader,

you know.

Hmm.

Is she?

I want you to get to know

her, the way you know Pat.

Oh, but she won't

want to see me.

I assure you,

she'd love to see you.

She'll have nothing to do

with someone like me, Harry.

You know how

honest-to-goodness women

run kicking

and screaming,

when they see me coming.

Well, stick with me,

my friend.

I'll make a good man out of you yet.

It was while Harry was away

on business that I visited her first.

As a friend.

Or a friend of a friend.

These look wonderful.

Thank you.

Is this your father?

Yes, it is.

He died of cancer, the

day after Christmas, 1931.

Oh, I'm sorry.

He looks like a kind man.

He was a drunk, actually.

But he was kind,

at least to us kids.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

That's my late husband,

Ronald.

The men in my life don't

seem to live very long.

I'll warn Harry.

Please do.

Ronnie and I moved here

right after we were married.

But he went missing right

at the beginning of the w*r.

The Navy declared

him officially dead.

February of '47.

It's funny

how he kept me hoping.

His body was

never found.

I'm sorry.

I only had him for

about three years,

but I really don't

regret a moment.

You're lucky.

Why? Do you

regret anything?

Hmm.

Lots.

And much more to come.

But about two years ago,

I pulled

myself together.

And then with Harry's help.

My dear, sweet Harry.

Would you care

for a real drink?

Yes, please.

Okay.

I'll take a whiskey.

Straight up.

My mother came to live with

me at the beginning of the w*r.

And taught me to

laugh at everything.

A year ago, she died.

Thank you.

So here I am.

Gloomy, lonely Kay.

That's my life,

in a nutshell.

What about coming out

with me for a dinner?

We could go into town

or someplace nearby.

Come on. Little change

would do you good.

Well, I don't see why not.

Thank you.

- Sure.

You know, the trouble with Harry is

he's a man who depends

on emotions for happiness.

And he's married

to a woman

who maybe doesn't.

Is that what Harry says?

No, that's what I think.

Harry's just never had

anyone truly in love with him.

Until now.

Yes, until now.

You know,

he loves you very much.

Yes.

It must be difficult

to be apart.

I hate it.

You know, they say

a woman needs to be

loved, and that's true.

But it's not

the whole truth.

She also needs

somebody to love.

Sounds old-fashioned.

But it's true.

I'm sure it is.

I want to look after Harry,

just as he wants

to look after me.

You're his closest friend.

You know.

He's been hurt

and disillusioned.

And I want

to heal him.

Like a nurse.

Well, then.

Well, then.

Let's have some pie.

No, I'm fine,

thank you.

One pie. Two forks.

Do you think I'm wrong

to want to marry Harry?

I'm not the judge

of your conscience.

I don't know you

that well.

I just want him

to be happy.

Well, I do, too.

And I can

make him happy.

Happier than he's been.

Then it's agreed.

Are you in love

with Harry?

I love him dearly.

Are you in love with him?

Yes.

Did I sense

a breath of hesitation?

I thought I did.

I wanted to.

Should I come in for

one last cup of coffee?

No. I'm pooped.

Okay.

Good night, then.

Good night.

Thanks a bunch.

When are you and

Stephen getting married?

September the 3rd is

the date we've set.

Then I shall miss

the wedding.

I sail on

September the 3rd.

Something was

happening to me.

Something I had

never felt before.

The thought that those

colorless lips of Harry's

should ever be allowed

to press upon Kay's mouth

tortured me

day and night.

I love you.

Where was he now?

With his wife, like a

good husband should be?

Or with Kay?

In her home?

In her arms?

In her bed?

I had to find out.

Pat, how are you?

Fine, Rich.

Yourself?

Oh, couldn't be better.

How is the old chap?

Out of town.

On business. As usual.

Oh, I didn't know that.

Neither did he.

He plumb forgot.

I tell you, I don't

know where he'd be

if he didn't have me

to organize him.

Can you hear me, Rich?

Mmm-hmm. We've had

troubles with the line.

Rich? Yes. I hear

you fine. I, um...

Well, I suppose

I'm just a little tired.

You sound as though

you need a vacation.

Maybe a quiet

weekend at your cabin.

Anytime.

You know your room

is always ready.

Well, thank you.

Thank you so much, Pat.

And, well, good night.

Good night, dear.

Pat Allen could never imagine

that her husband would lie to her.

So much for

women's intuition.

I never believed much in it.

I believe even less now.

How far are you going?

Couple of miles

down the road.

Thanks for stopping, pal.

Mind if I turn up

the heat a little?

It's bitter out there.

Alvin's my name.

Alvin Walters.

Nice meeting you, Alvin.

Care for a smoke?

No, thank you.

You're out late.

I was with my sister.

My oldest. You?

Just visiting a friend.

Whereabouts does

your sister live?

Ferndale.

She died tonight.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Very sorry.

Frankly, pal,

I was happy to see her go.

She was barely hanging on

for the last seven months.

We all gotta go sometime.

It's not dying that counts,

it's how you die.

And she died

bad and slow.

Both my parents

died in my youth,

so I'm no stranger

to death.

The last two days

were real bad.

Then the poison just burst right

into the walls of her stomach,

and she was gone.

"A blessed release," she

called it, and that's the truth.

It was a blessed release.

Just ended.

She's at peace now, Mildred.

That's all that matters.

She's happy.

And so,

with the innocent touch

of his wife's hand,

Harry's mind was made up.

He would have to k*ll her.

"A blessed release."

It was the only logical way for

him to save Pat from suffering.

And he would

never doubt it again.

Once the emotions involved in taking

a decision to m*rder have subsided,

the greater emotion involved

in the crime lies ahead.

Between plan

and final action,

there's a wide gap.

You know, you've gotta be

careful with Altrapeine.

That stuff can

be dangerous.

Yes, I know.

I keep it hidden away

tightly in my darkroom.

If you got kids around...

No.

I don't have any children.

Thank you.

I have to ask you

to sign for it.

Of course.

Right here at the "x".

If you don't mind.

Alvin's my name.

Alvin Walters.

So, what kind you got?

Huh?

Camera.

Uh...

All kinds.

Sir?

You do need to pay.

Uh, pardon me.

How was your trip, darling?

Nothing unusual.

You're still in your coat.

Are you cold?

I just wanted

to see you first

before I settled in

for the night.

I missed you, too.

I think we should go to

the cabin this weekend.

Spend some time alone.

Harry, we can't. What about

our plans with the Arnoffs?

Cancel them.

I want to be

alone with you.

Okay.

I might go up

a little early, then.

Okay.

I'll go get

ready for bed.

Good night.

Good night.

I love you.

On Friday afternoon,

the 7th of October,

I took the rest

of the day off

and drove north

to the Allen cabin.

I had visited Kay

quite a few times by then.

But today I knew

Harry would be up there.

I was restless.

I needed to know how much time

I had before Harry left Pat.

Before I lost Kay forever.

Jesus Christ!

John O'Brien.

O'Brien was part of

Harry and Pat's group.

An unpublished fiction writer

of some talent.

And to his credit, the only one

among us who actually fought the Huns.

He lived alone nearby and

traveled every so often to town

for drinks and inspiration.

Richard?

Ah!

John.

Yes, I was just popping in

on Pat and Harry

for a breath of

fresh country air.

"The Assyrian came down

like a wolf on the fold."

Yes.

Come in this way.

Thanks.

How are you, Richard?

Yes, very good. Thank you.

Hello, Pat.

Got a bed for

an old friend?

Of course

I have, Rich.

You know that,

or you wouldn't be here.

God, it's a lovely evening.

Isn't it?

Absolutely gorgeous.

Should be fine tomorrow, too,

judging by the sunset.

I should buy

a house in the country.

You really should.

Yes.

Maybe I will one day.

Would you like

a cup of coffee?

No, thanks.

I can put some on.

Please. Don't make

it especially for me.

I could do with a cup.

And some cookies,

if you got them, Pat.

Maybe Richard would prefer

a whiskey and soda

to warm him up

after the drive.

I expect Pat could

provide it, Rich.

I think just a cup of

coffee will do, thanks.

Sure.

Maybe I should go upstairs,

and see if I can freshen up.

It seems I forgot

my weekend bag.

I'm sorry.

I'll survive.

Well...

Now you know, don't you?

Know what?

How things stand

between Pat and me.

Yes. Yes, I guess I do.

At least I know how

things appear to stand.

But appearance

is not everything.

I saw you kissing her

if that's what you mean.

That's exactly

what I mean.

Yes, well,

it's none of my business.

I'm not married to Pat, and I

have no need to cause trouble.

Pat's not the first woman

to flirt a little

when her husband's

out of the house.

It's not a flirtation.

As far as I'm concerned,

I've seen nothing.

The fire can play

strange tricks.

It's not for me

to pass on stories

that could be based

on a vivid imagination.

I'm very much

in love with John.

And he's in love with me.

That's the way it is.

So.

Divorce?

No.

No divorce.

Not ever?

I made a bargain with Harry,

and I'll keep it.

In sickness

and in health.

If I thought he didn't

need me so much...

But I'm all he's got

to hang on to, you know?

He has no one.

I'm very fond

of Harry.

And I can't stand the thought of

what he might do if I left him.

Do you think he might

commit suicide?

Perhaps not

so much that.

He may start

drinking. Maybe.

And his clothes

would all go to pot.

He'd be lonely.

He'd get caught up

with some floozy

who would drag him down and

take all his money with her.

What do you think, John?

I guess

Pat knows him best.

Poor guy hasn't had much fun

out of life, that's for sure.

Do you want to

know my thoughts?

Please.

He would be lost

without you, Pat.

I certainly think he might try

to k*ll the pain in some way.

Drinking, maybe.

Too much at first.

No, thank you.

And the business.

I can't stand to think what

that humiliation would do to him.

And think of

yourself, Pat.

I'm not at all certain

that one can build happiness

upon the unhappiness

of someone else.

Some could.

But not someone with

your burden of conscience.

You're too good.

Thanks for being

so honest.

Don't you think, Rich,

he might marry again?

With some nice

woman or other.

No, I don't.

I don't think Harry would

ever fall in love again.

Pat is his entire world.

And don't forget I've

known him since childhood.

Harry arrived

late that evening,

not long after

O'Brien had left.

He was disappointed

to learn I was there.

I didn't know

why at the time.

I didn't know of

his plans for Pat,

and that he needed

to be alone with her.

I'll put the water on.

I didn't know there was

a m*rder*r in the house.

Good evening, Rich.

Good to see you, Harry.

Can you believe

this cold weather?

Yeah, I got it.

Just what I need.

Pharmaceuticals.

That's the future.

I could use a good stock tip

if you have one, Harry.

What I could use

is a drink.

Harry!

He just went to

sleep and died.

Oh, Pat.

Harry.

Poor old Brutus.

His heart just stopped.

Here you go. Here you go.

Here you go. Shh, shh.

At least he didn't

have to suffer.

It was a practice run.

And it confirmed everything

Harry was capable of.

You'll have to come and stay with

Kay and me when we're married.

When are you

gonna tell Pat?

One of these days.

Seeing her standing there,

I was suddenly

swept by a wave

of the most revolting

sentimentality.

I had never imagined

that I could be moved

to sacrifice

my own desires for Kay.

But that is what I

now proposed to do.

And it made me

feel happy.

I will come clean.

I knew enough to

set them all free.

Pat?

Yes?

Pat...

What is it, Rich?

Please, tell me.

I could go to town

and buy a stone

with Brutus' name

on it, if you'd like.

Yes.

That would be nice.

What do you say, Harry?

Yeah, if you'd like.

If only Harry had stayed

by the grave a minute longer,

so much might have been changed.

As it turned out,

it was the last time

such sentimentality

swept over me.

What's the uproar about?

Are you on fire?

Come on, throw on some

clothes and get cracking.

We're going out

to celebrate.

Celebrate what,

for heaven's sake?

Well, we'll decide

that in the car.

Come on,

country mouse.

Change into something sleek,

and let's go.

Let no time be wasted.

This is no night for

a beautiful girl like you

to be in the house

all on her own.

But what's so special

about tonight?

Nothing special about tonight.

Come on, go.

Give me ten minutes?

Too long.

Seven minutes.

The horses are

getting cold outside.

Well, if the coachman wants

another drink, he can help himself.

The coachman will!

# Turn back the clock and

let's get together and rock

# All night long

# All night long

# All night long

Sir, there's only 20

minutes left in the picture.

We don't care.

We really don't.

# Now it don't matter

if you got to fight

# The cops ain't coming out

till Sunday night

# The joint is jumpin',

let the good times roll

# And satisfy your soul

# All night long

# All night long

# All night long

# Rockin' all night long #

Would you like to do

this again next week?

There'll be a swell new

picture at the Hollywood.

I don't think

Harry would mind.

Well...

I think he might be

a little bit jealous.

We can't be together

on the town like this.

He might be a bit hurt.

I'm not sure Harry has

a right to feel hurt.

What do you mean?

You know as well

as I do, Kay.

I suppose I do.

It's just hard for him

to find a way to leave her.

I wouldn't want to be

in Harry's shoes.

He's always trying to do

things with such perfection.

Well, I don't know

about that.

What I do know is you are.

Perfect, that is.

In my eyes.

You know, Kay,

it'll be hard to build

your happiness

upon the unhappiness

of somebody else.

Some people could.

But not people with your

burden of conscience.

Not this way.

Would you like to

come in for a nightcap?

Or a nightcap

to a nightcap?

Hmm.

A morning cap?

Well, just about.

I think even I

have my limits.

Okay. Good night.

Good night.

May I have that

cigarette you're smoking?

What's left of it.

Well, if you want.

Why?

Because it touched

your lips.

Good night.

I'd heard a Texan say

it once to a pretty brunette

after the liberation

of Paris.

It was corny, of course.

But it worked.

And it was from the heart.

October 26th.

Harry Allen is as sane

and as cool as you and I.

He was simply convinced that

for Pat to fall asleep forever,

without fear,

and in the bloom of her life,

involved no hardship at all.

What was the alternative?

A life of suffering

and loneliness?

The humiliation of

an abandoned wife?

Harry loved Pat too much

to allow that to happen.

You look especially

pretty this morning.

Thank you, darling.

Like one of those Sleep All

advertisements you see in the magazines.

"Drink a cup of Sleep All

and get eight hours of sleep

"and be a beauty like me."

I don't think they'd sell much

Sleep All if they hired me.

They'd sell plenty of

Sleep All with you, Pat.

You're prettier today

than you've ever been.

Thank you.

Let's feast this morning.

You know I shouldn't.

Eat, drink and be merry,

my dear.

I'll taste everything.

I promise, darling.

That's the paper.

Let me go down

and get it for you.

I feel like a queen!

Care for another

slice of toast?

Yes, please.

Not so much butter on it

this time, please.

Been having

indigestion again?

Not too bad.

Just the usual.

But you still take

your medicine?

Religiously, sir.

One spoon before bedtime.

Sometimes around lunch.

It depends.

That's good.

Have another sausage.

No, I shouldn't.

It took a long

time to prepare.

Honestly, Harry.

I don't know what we're gonna eat

the rest of the week for breakfast.

Harry?

Harry, have you seen

my medicine bottle?

What's going on in there?

I'm in the tub.

In the tub?

What on earth for?

I forgot to take

my bath this morning.

Guess I'm not

myself today.

I'll say.

Have you seen my

medicine bottle?

That last sausage

really did it.

What, the bottle?

Yes.

I have it here.

Why do you

have it in there?

Oh, my stomach's

bothering me.

Thought I'd steal a dose

from you, if you don't mind.

You poor thing.

What a messy day.

Uh...

Not much of a cook, am I?

Well, use the toothbrush mug,

not the rinsing cup.

The powder makes the glass

so hard to polish.

All right, will do.

Here you go.

Thanks.

You're not gonna

take it now?

Not quite yet.

I'm better.

I'll take a dose before

lunch, then another before bed.

That should repair

the damage.

I'm sorry.

It was a lovely breakfast.

A lovely gesture, darling.

Bye-bye, Harry.

Bye-bye, Pat.

Take care of yourself.

I will.

I'm sorry.

Don't be silly.

Harry.

Harry.

Harry, what do you think?

Excuse me

for a moment.

Operator.

I have been dialing

my home over and over.

And I get a strange tone.

We've had this

trouble before.

What's the number

you're calling?

Hold the line.

I'm sorry, caller,

that line is out of order.

Well, can't you fix it

right away? It's very...

I'll report it to

the engineer's department.

Daddy?

No, Charlie, put your

mommy on the phone.

Grandpa, is that you?

Call your mommy, Charlie.

When are you gonna come

and visit me, Grandpa?

I don't know, sweetie.

You go play.

Mrs. Walsh?

This is Harry Allen

from next door.

Listen, I wonder if you

wouldn't mind doing me a favor.

I've been trying to call my wife,

but the line's out of order.

You want

me to go over and see if she's in?

Yes. Yes, that's it.

Hold on a moment.

Shut up! Just shut up!

Mr. Allen?

Mr. Allen?

Yes?

There's no answer

at the door.

I could write a note for you

if you want, and slip it under.

Oh, that's so kind

of you, Mrs. Walsh.

Could you ask her

to call me?

She could use my

phone if she wants.

Of course.

Now, thank you,

Mrs. Walsh.

Goodbye.

Is everything all right,

Mr. Allen?

Why shouldn't it be?

I thought you looked

a little pale, that's all.

Nonsense.

I'm sorry if I snapped

at you, Miss Jones.

I think I might

be getting a cold.

You know how

I hate to be sick.

Oh...

I'll give you some of

my cold pills, Mr. Allen.

I have some in my desk.

They're wonderful.

Don't bother.

You take a red one

in the morning,

a green one at lunchtime, and a

yellow one before you go to bed.

So it doesn't matter

when you start.

I don't think

I really need it.

It worked

for my sister.

And Milt in shipping.

He swears by them.

I just want you

to be well.

Otherwise, Mrs. Allen

might catch it.

Mr. Allen's office.

Yes, of course.

Speak of the devil.

Hello?

Well, hello, Harry.

What's the matter?

Mrs. Walsh left a note on the

door, telling me to call you.

Nothing, really.

Oh, good.

I was worried.

It's not like you to

call during the day.

The line was out of order.

Where are you

calling from?

Mrs. Walsh's.

I was washing my hair when

she rang the bell before.

I'll call the phone

company from here.

And how's your tummy?

Better, thanks. I didn't

take anything for it.

I'll just take the usual

dose tonight before bed.

Oh...

There's this ghastly

dinner tonight

with some local

manufacturers.

I'll be late.

That's all I wanted to say.

That's okay.

I'll go see that movie

at the Arabian.

It probably won't

be there much longer.

It's supposed to be good.

Well, don't wait up for me.

Uh...

You know how

these things are.

I'll be in bed by 11:30,

as usual. I promise.

Bye-bye.

Harry, you must be frozen.

Come in.

I've got a fire going.

Would you like

a gin and tonic?

I'd rather have a whiskey

and soda, if you can spare it.

Of course I can

spare it, Harry.

It's yours, anyway.

You bought it.

Don't keep telling me that the

things I give you are mine, darling.

They're ours.

Well, then. Cheers.

And God bless.

God bless.

Amen.

If there is a God.

Don't you think

there might not be?

This cruel world.

Well, I like to think

there's a God.

Otherwise, how could we

explain all this hard rain

we've been having

all of a sudden?

Harry, are you

feeling all right?

Yes, thank you,

darling.

I feel wonderful.

I feel wonderful

when I'm with you.

You do look a bit off.

It's a little chill.

It's nothing.

I'm fine now.

Okay.

Well, you shouldn't have come

if you have a chill.

Not on a night like this.

And not be here with you?

No, thank you.

Best take a few aspirins

before you go to bed.

What's so funny?

Dear Kay,

I love you so much.

Nothing frightens me

when I'm with you.

Why don't I put on

some soup for you?

I'll help you.

There's nothing

you can do, really.

There isn't.

It's just soup.

It just needs

heating up.

Go and sit.

I'll miss you.

I'll be back

in a minute.

Go on, fix yourself another drink.

What's the matter, Kay?

You're very

thoughtful tonight.

Well, I have

good cause to be.

Then what's the matter?

For heaven's sake,

tell me.

Don't just sit there.

What's wrong?

Harry,

I don't want you to

get the wrong idea.

The wrong idea?

What wrong idea

could I possibly get?

Kay, what's wrong?

Harry,

there's no one who means

as much to me as you do.

The way you do.

And there never has

been since Ron died.

I just can't go through

with this thing, dearest.

I've given it

a lot of thought.

I don't think

it's fair to Pat.

I don't think

it's fair to you

or me.

Please, Kay,

don't do this.

Don't you see she would

always be between us?

Would she?

I doubt it.

I want to be happy.

With you.

Well, I, for one,

cannot take that chance.

I would have liked to have married

you, Harry. But not like this.

We can't build our happiness on

the unhappiness of someone else.

Some people could,

but not people with our

burden of conscience.

What other way is there?

Harry,

this is as hard for me

as it is for you.

Then don't let's make

a final decision tonight.

I won't feel any

different tomorrow.

Let's just see if we could get

through to the end of our lives

without further damage.

Thank you for

your past kindness.

And for tonight's dinner.

Harry, please don't

let it end like this.

Like what?

In bitterness.

Don't let it end

like that, either.

You think I'm a monster,

don't you?

I think you might have

let me know a bit earlier.

You did the right

thing, dear.

It was so quick.

May I...

May I have back the letters

I wrote to you, Kay?

Now?

It's easier for both of us

if the letters are

out of the way.

I can burn them.

I'd rather have them.

Harry,

they're all over the place.

Well, burn them

tomorrow morning, Kay.

The whole lot.

Without fail. Please.

Harry.

You...

Let's pretend

that I'm

just running down to the

store to get a bottle of gin.

Or, better yet,

that I was never here.

I've lost

everything tonight.

And I'd rather

not think about it.

I'll be in bed by 11:30,

as usual.

Here you go.

Are you aware you have only one

rear light working on this car, sir?

No, sir, I'm not aware.

Well, don't take

my word for it.

Why don't you step out of the

car, and check for yourself?

No, that's all right,

I believe you.

Can we just

do this quickly?

Step out

of the car, sir.

It's just a bad

connection.

Let me see your

driver's license.

Well, surely you're not going

to give me a summons for this?

You're not driving

without a license?

No. No.

Sure I... Here.

You in a hurry, sir?

No.

But I should

get back home.

Well, you should've

thought of that

before you decided

to break the law, sir.

But I haven't

broken the law.

Everything's in order.

Good, thank you.

You're free to go.

All right. Thank you.

You're home early.

Are you all right, Harry?

I must've dozed off.

Oh, dear, what's wrong?

I want you to know.

Know what?

How much I need you.

I know, darling.

I've always known that.

Funny, I could swear

this bottle was half empty.

I think my mind is going.

We must be getting older.

Yes, we are.

A bit too set in

our ways, aren't we?

Yes.

I love you, Pat.

I love you, too.

Harry?

Why don't we take a trip

somewhere, just the two of us?

I would like that.

How was the picture?

Fine.

It was a good picture.

And so Harry and Pat

Allen resumed their lives together

in that way couples do.

Kay and I waited till the

next winter before coming out.

I guess we want to be

kind in our own way.

To let the pain

subside for Harry.

She's a doll.

You're a lucky man.

I suppose I am.

You are.

Couldn't happen

to a nicer fellow.

Aw...

Thank you, Pat.

How serious is it?

Oh, it's very serious.

The most serious

I've ever been.

There's something

really great between us.

So, marriage?

Yes, marriage.

If she'll have me.

Of course she'll

have you, Rich.

How could she not?

Wait, wait,

wait, wait.

A toast.

To Richard and Kay.

To us.

To all of us.

To life!

It was later that night

that Harry told me everything.

It was a funny story,

in its way,

about a man who tried

to poison his wife,

and then found he would

be lost without her.

Three words.

The drummer boy

is on a road.

And so we were married,

Kay and I.

We were meant

for each other.

Harry was my best man.

Did we build our happiness

upon the unhappiness of others?

That's for you to judge.

Road. Road. Road.

Whoever in this

room knows what goes on

in the mind of the person

who sleeps next to you...

Road to Morocco!

...please, raise your hand.

I know you can't.

Not honestly.

Thank you.

I appreciate the drinks.

Good night, pal.

Your turn. Take care. Good night.

Thank you.

Good night!

Harry Allen was the

most noble man I'd ever met.

He never once talked

to me about his loss.

Come on, boy!

In fact, I now believe

it was a new beginning.

It's funny, isn't it?

What we do for love.