Next Time We Love Page #4

wedding day for you.

I would marry a newspaperman.

I don't know

when I'll be back.

Oh, I... Here's the key

to the apartment.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Tommy.

Bye, Chris.

Well, I guess, I...

Oh, have some champagne.

No, thank you. I've been up so

long, I guess I'm a little jittery.

I don't wonder.

You must think I'm an awful

ninny, all my talk about marriage

and Chris' work, and now just

because he has to go to Jersey City...

I've got an idea.

I'm due at a dress rehearsal of a play

my company is considering for pictures.

If you want to go along it's okay.

You can leave whenever you want to.

Would it be all right?

Certainly.

And besides, you'll meet some people in

the theater it'll be good for you to know.

Oh, I'd love to go.

All right. Hey, boy.

Yes, sir.

Good evening, Madame Donato.

Hello, Mrs. Tyler.

Is Mr. Tyler in?

Yes. He just threw me out.

He is? Do you suppose it's

all right for me to go up?

I think if you be very quiet. It's

all right. I have work to do, too.

Good night.

Good night.

How are you, darling?

How'd the rehearsal go?

Oh, Chris, listen. Mr. Jennings

just gave me two new lines.

Isn't that marvelous?

Wonderful.

Listen, how's your work going?

Listen. Wait till I...

Listen to this...

I'm sorry. It wasn't

anything. You go on.

I just finished this

Mussolini thing for Sunday.

Oh, did you? Read it to me.

Want to hear it?

Yeah.

The disaster at Caporetto

was a nightmare five days old

and now still through the

village north of the Piave,

deserters slunk homeward

with no one to hinder them.

Italy had not been more utterly

at the mercy of the enemy

since the last of the Roman

legions fled from Attila.

Only one man to rally

a prostrate nation,

Mussolini raised

his shrill voice

above the babbling panic and put new

courage into the hearts of his countrymen.

That was his real beginning.

Oh, that's grand, Chris.

You think

that's all right, huh?

You don't think

it's too fancy?

Certainly not. Wait till

I put my things away.

I don't know. I think maybe

I'll tone it down a little.

I wouldn't change

a single word of it.

You wouldn't?

No.

Look, Chris, would you mind cuing me?

I want to be sure of these new lines.

Sure. Sure. Where does

it start? Right there?

"Bell. "

Yes, Mr. Cranton.

"And a little buttered toast. "

Yes, Mr. Cranton.

Mr. Cranton, I hope you won't

mind my saying this, but...

"Ahead my child. "

Well, I couldn't help overhearing

what Mr. Brown said to you,

and I want you to know that

I'm terribly sorry and if...

I'd do anything to help you.

Anything at all.

Look, darling, that last

line... Yes. What about it?

I don't think you mean that

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