Three on a Match Page #3

Maybe it's my fault

that things have turned out to be rather,

well, tiresome and pointless.

- But you have a child?

- Yes, a boy.

Three-and-a-half and a darling.

What does your husband do?

He's a lawyer,

one of the most prominent in the city.

But let's talk about you, Ruth.

What are you doing?

I won't be doing anything

if I don't get back to the office.

I've been here an hour and a half.

Well, let's go then.

Oh, will one of you girls

help me up, please?

Well, goodbye, girls.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Vivian.

- Some people get all the luck.

- I wonder.

Molly!

Junior. Junior, where are you?

Stop! There's something

big and black out there.

Nonsense, you get right back into bed.

You better look out.

There, hear it?

Silly boy, that's just a branch

tapping against the window, see?

There we are. Goodnight.

Let's play horsy. Let's play horsy.

We'll play horsy in the morning.

Now you lie down and go to sleep.

But I don't want to go to sleep.

Oh, please try to go to sleep. Goodnight.

Don't go away.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Go to sleep like a good little boy.

Tell me a story.

Now stop this nonsense and go to sleep.

But I'm thirsty.

- Gee, that was good.

- That's enough now. Goodnight.

More.

Don't turn out the light, Molly.

- I wonder if anything's wrong?

Stay here a little longer.

- Is Junior sick?

No, Mrs. Kirkwood.

The wind outside woke him

and now he won't go to sleep.

Now, listen here, young man,

you get right down there and go to sleep.

Hear me? There you are.

That's a good boy, now.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Mommy.

Goodnight, Son.

Don't go, Daddy.

Come along, Bob,

and let Junior go to sleep.

I'll be there directly.

Now what's the idea, young man?

Why don't you go to sleep, huh?

Look, I didn't mean to break it, Daddy.

You didn't break it, Son.

Look, it's a trick hat.

- Here, you try it.

- Okay!

That's a boy.

Now you go right to sleep

so you can get up early

and we can go down

and look at the goldfish.

I want to see the one

with the fat stomach.

- How is he, by the way?

- You mean Oscar?

Yes, speckled old Oscar.

Oh, he's fatter than ever.

Tell me the story, Daddy.

The one about

the big fish that jumped over the boat.

- Goodnight, Son.

- Goodnight, Daddy.

Just what is it, Vivian?

I know you're asleep with your eyes open.

- What do you mean?

- Why do you avoid me?

Have I done anything to offend you?

No, it isn't you. I don't know what it is.

I just seem fed up with everything.

I've noticed that, but I thought

it was just a mood that would pass.

So did I, but it hasn't.

- Oh, what's the use of talking about it?

- I don't understand you, Vivian.

I've done everything in my power

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