Faithless

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But Carol, this bank is your guardian.

We're living in 1932.

But you persist in spending money as

if it were still '29. Before the crash.

You forced me to

eliminate your charities.

Even your father's most beloved project.

The Morgan Home for girls.

Fine.

I don't believe in delinquent

girls. Silly weaklings.

We know 29% of them went on the streets

as they didn't have a bed to sleep in.

Oh nonsense. They've got no character.

Neglect your character and

you lose your self-respect.

If you go out on to the streets,

you end up in the gutter.

Where, I might add, you jolly

well deserve to end up.

Hello .. hello? Carol?

Hung up on me.

In these days it's .. indecent.

Lok at those.

Lovely girls .. got spoiled.

Superficial.

Well.

I hope her first lesson isn't the brutal

relations between money and friends.

Mr William Wade, please.

Miss Morgan speaking.

But Dixon old boy, times are tough.

People aren't spending.

Well, you've got to compose copy

that drags money out of their pockets.

Alright. See me about it

at nine in the morning.

Hello.

Hello, darling. I've time for

twenty words. No more, no less.

Mr Bill Wade invites Miss

Carol Morgan to dine tonight.

Providing Mr Wade can

get to bed by midnight.

Mr Wade having averaged four

hours sleep a night for the past week.

Hang up on me, would you?

Bill Wade, I'll get you for this.

Bill.

Out of all the house, this part is me.

Look.

Like it?

Yes, yes .. colossal.

Sit down and stay a while.

Here? Uhuh.

Send a man to get me

n about five minutes.

Sleepy, Bill?

Practically Rip Van Winkle.

I've nice feet, haven't I? Huh?

You can't expect a man

to write poetry about feet.

At five o'clock in the morning.

Bill.

Uhuh?

I've never seen you before

with your eyes closed.

Bill.

I'm 24 years old, and I've taken

pretty good care of myself.

I .. don't drink.

Except half a cocktail, once in a while.

I don't smoke.

I go to church on Sundays.

And .. I'm awfully kind to dumb animals.

And I love you so much.

Bill.

Darling.

I know you are awfully busy but ..

Couldn't we just take five minutes

off tomorrow and .. marry?

Oh Bill, marry me tomorrow.

And take me to Monte Carlo.

Where we can doze in the sun.

Swim together in the moonlight.

And be all alone just by ourselves.

Bill.

The Mediterranean is awfully blue.

Bill.

Bill!

Do you think it's very nice to sleep

when a girl is asking you to marry her?

Would you really marry me, Carol?

Am I the luckiest fool in the world?

No .. lucky me.

When?

Any living minute you say.

Tomorrow.

You mean today, don't you?

Morning Pictorial.

Evening News.

Say, how about seeing Miss Morgan?

And The Times wants her picture.

No.

Come on.

Have a heart.

When Miss Morgan says she

won't see any newspapermen ..

She means she won't

see any newspapermen.

After all, this is The Times ..

Step aside, there.

Good evening, Mr Wade.

It's Wade!

Come on, give us a story.

Morning Pictorial.

Evening News.

How about a story?

What do you want? Little Red Riding

Hood or the story of the Three Bears?

No:
"Multimillionaire's granddaughter

marries struggling Ad writer".

Come on, everyone knows.

Winchell spilled it over the radio.

Oh, he did, did he.

Well, you may say for me that

this is the happiest day of my life.

Oh come on, have a heart.

Give us a break.

Could I get a picture of you

climbing out of that Rolls Royce?

Nothing doing.

Well, climbing out of your own car?

Just a little picture.

Alright.

Now right this way Mr Wade

please .. and smile.

Where will the honeymoon wax and wane?

There will be no honeymoon.

The bridegroom is too busy.

Please, Mr Wade .. and smile.

Are you going to continue working?

No offense, Mr Wade. Just asking.

Mr Wade .. and smile.

The bride and groom will take up

residence in the Morgan mansion?

The bride and groom will

look for an apartment.

Please Mr Wade, could I have a smile?

The readers of the Evening News want to

know who will handle the family finance.

That's an impertinent

question and I refuse.

The Philadelphia heiress who wed a young

artist had a joint checking account.

Listen, my inquisitive friend.

I am not a struggling you artist.

I am the advertising manager

of a thriving corporation.

Please Mr Wade.

Could I have just .. a .. smile?

What corporation is thriving these days?

Lincoln Farburn Sausages Incorporated.

Sausages?

Oh boy, sausages?

What's the matter with sausages?

Nothing.

Sausages are lovely, beautiful, tasty.

That's right. Think of sausages,

Mr Wade .. and smile.

Now get this

Mr William Wade will not accept a

penny of, or derive any benefit from ..

Mrs William Wade's personal

fortune. Directly, or indirectly.

You can print that. There's your smile.

You know what you can do with that.

Okay, Mr Wade, we'll print it.

It's a swell story even

if you don't read it.

I wonder if by any chance I

could get a picture of you?

Sure. I photograph very well, too.

Thank you very much, mister .. Morgan.

Good evening, Mr Wade.

A happy day for us all.

May I offer congratulations?

Thank you, Joseph.

We'll have to be having a front

door key made for you now, sir.

Bill .. Bill.

Darling.

Hello angel. Sorry to be late.

Oh that's alright. You're here.

Come along dear.

Everyone is dying to meet you.

This is Bill Wade.

Cary Roskerville and Helen Hewitt.

Though I think you may have met before?

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