Secret Beyond the Door...

I remember, long ago I read a book

that told the meaning of dreams.

It said that if a girl dreams of a boat or a ship

she will reach a safe harbor.

But if she dreams of daffodils,

she is in great danger.

But this is no time for me to think of danger,

this is my wedding day.

Something old, something new,

something borrowed, something blue.

Something old is this church -

four centuries old.

Mark says it's a felicitous structure.

Baldings, pilasters, walls...

...its altars, its chandeliers,

tuned to a perfect harmony.

Built so that here

only events of joy can happen -

four hundred years of joy.

And something new is Mark himself.

And love is new for me.

My heart is pounding so...

the sound of it drowns out everything.

It's said that when you drown your whole life

passes before you like a fast movie.

Here it is in twelve point bold.

My young, gaudy sister has

broken another engagement.

Darling, I never dreamed of marrying him!

Trombone player - heaven forbid!

I'd sooner see you marry that

witchdoctor of yours!

- Curtis? He's a brilliant psychoanalyst.

Chit chat aside, what are you holding out for?

I still have time, Rick -why should

I tie myself down?

I'm not trying to rush you but, you know,

being mother and father

and check signer for you has its

worrisome moments.

Today, New York's a bull market for you

in good, solid, eligible men.

Are there any as good as you, Rick?

- I wasn't proposing a miracle.

But I won't be around as long as you, Celia.

They don't make spare parts for this

and mine has a lot of milage on it.

I'm... I'm terribly sorry, Rick.

Your secretary said I could...

Hey, hey. Come in, Bob. This is strictly legal.

Speak of the devil, Celia: Here is a

thoroughly eligible man

and a top lawyer - Bob Dwight.

My sister, Celia.

My brother Rick. That was the last time we were

close -and when you died, Rick, life was lonely.

Rick was a cagey investor, but now that it's your

money I've set up a trust fund.

No-one but you can touch the capital,

unless you revoke the trust - not even

your husband.

Has a fortune-hunting husband popped up?

- The woodwork is crawling with them, you know

that.

I wasn't looking.

L... I like you very much, Celia.

And when you're settled I'm going to

ask you to marry me.

Dear Bob. I'm settled now.

Believe me, I'm dead tired

being the darling of the stag line.

I don't want an answer now, Celia. You're

depressed about Rick.

It's only been two months and...

...Celia I want you to be sure.

But I...

- Potter's asked you to go to Mexico with him.

Why don't you take him up on it?

Find some sun.

Will you come too?

- No. Call it your last fling.

I'll still be here when you come back.

It's awfully commercial.

- My dear, it's perfect for Bob.

Alright. The initials are R.D.

I nearly married a man once who was the

image of Bob -

only he broke our engagement simply

because he found out that I...

Celia, let's get out of here.

I don't want to be an innocent bystander.

Celia, come on, come on.

What's wrong with you?

There was nothing wrong with me,

but I was strangely held.

I'd seen fights before - nightclub brawls,

a fist-fight over a cigarette girl.

When one man was knocked down,

the fight was over. But this was different:

A woman and two men

who may have known her an hour or less

fighting for her with naked knives.

Death was in that street

and I felt how proud she must be.

Suddenly I felt that someone was watching me.

There was a tingling at the nape of my neck

as though the air had turned cool.

I felt eyes touching me like fingers.

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