Love Affair

Flash! Michel Marnay, the French heart crusher,

sailed incog tonight from Naples onboard the Napoli. Why?

Because Lois Clarke and her 20 million smackers

will be at the dock palpitating for him.

And it's good news for us mere men, because when he arrives,

Michel Marnay goes out of circulation.

This time, it's marriage.

Voici la nouvelle sensationnelle qui va briser bien des coeurs.

Michel Marnay, le celebre sportsman, s'embarque ce soir. Oui!

Well, here we are, ladies and gentlemen,

and a nice, crisp little titbit has just come in.

Oh, by the way, I might mention,

I'm speaking from dear old London as usual.

Well, it's rumoured that Michel Marnay sails for America tonight

to enter into matrimony, at last,

with one of America's industrial nobility,

a Miss...

a Miss, uh, Lois Clarke.

The rock and gravel heiress. Stone and sand, you know.

Hmm. Well, that seems to be all. Goodnight.

- Señor Marnay? - No.

Señor Marnay!

- Señor Marnay? - No. Is he onboard?

Yes. Señor Marnay!

Señor Marnay!

Señor Marnay!

Señor Marnay!

Señor Marnay! Señor Marnay?

Mr Marnay, would you autograph this picture of you? Please?

Write something we can always remember.

Something sizzling!

Thank you. It's in French! Isn't it wonderful? I wonder what it means.

"You are very lovely girls, but you have very bad manners."

Je vous demande pardon, madame. Je crois que vous lisez mon télégramme.

I beg your pardon?

I said I believe you are reading my radiogram.

Oh.

Just a moment.

Well... how do I know it's yours? Can you identify yourself?

Well...

I am Michel Marnay.

Oh, don't tell me you're the fella?!

Yeah.

Well, this is... This is pretty personal.

Can you tell me what it says?

Well, it says, "Remembering a warm, beautiful night,

"a thunderstorm over Lake Como, and you."

And "you" - it's you?

It was all right, huh?

Mm-hm.

It was nice?

Thank you.

Do you think it'll ever take the place of baseball?

What's the matter, did you lose it again?

Look...

I'm in trouble. Serious trouble.

I could've told you, playing around Lake Como. The poor thing.

No. I must talk to someone.

Well, I'm really not very good about that sort of thing. I talk a lot.

- I've tried to break myself of the habit. - You have an honest face.

Oh, you...

I can trust you, can't I?

Yes, I guess so.

Come with me.

But, look, the Captain has an honest face, too. And the purser,

I thought he had a very honest...

Shall we go to your cabin or mine?

Mine.

- Well, maybe mine is closer. - Mine is here.

Oh.

Not that I'm prudish, it's just that my mother told me

never to enter a man's room in any months ending in R.

Your mother must be a very beautiful woman.

- What's your name? - Terry McKay.

Terry McKay. And I'm travelling alone.

That wasn't by any chance what was troubling you, was it?

Yes.

Oh. Oh, this is fine.

- I thought you'd like it. - You saved my life, you know.

I was bored to tears! I haven't seen one attractive girl on this boat

since we left. Can you imagine? Nine days like that?

No, this is terrible. That's not for me!

I should be bright, I should be beautiful and bubbling

like pink champagne. I got scared.

I said to myself, "Don't beautiful women travel any more?"

Evidently not.

Then I saw you and it was all right.

I was saved. I hope. Cigarette?

No, thank you.

Have you been getting results with a line like that?

Or would I be surprised?

If YOU were surprised that would surprise me.

That sounds like a nasty crack.

I could make a few, too, if I felt like it.

- I'm sure you could. - I know I can.

- That's what I said. - I think I will.

How's your fiancee?

She's got a cold.

Oh, that's too bad.

- Got it at Lake Como? - No. No, she wasn't there.

Oh. Oh, you mean the Lady of the Lake was not...

That was her best friend.

Oh.

- A chummy bunch. - Yeah.

Oh, this boat is going awfully fast.

Only eight and a half days till we get in.

Is there any reason why, from now on, it shouldn't be pink champagne?

Don't tell me he's the fellow?

Uh-huh.

- He's all right, eh? - Uh-huh.

- He's nice? - Uh-huh.

Where is he now?

Well, he's visiting his parents.

He sends me on a buying trip every once in a...

You see, he's my boss too.

Oh.

You don't think he would approve of pink champagne?

Oh, no, I don't...

Well, I think it's very touching, you and him.

- Very beautiful. I like that. - Oh, good.

He must be a very fascinating fellow.

Well, you can just imagine how attractive he is,

when I can resist so charming a person as you.

Yes. I think I'll go now.

After all, I still have deck tennis and... keno,

and there is always shuffleboard.

- Don't tell me you're embarrassed? - Oh, yes. Yes, I am.

So if you don't mind, I think I'll take my pride for a walk.

Unless, by chance, you'd care to have dinner.

Dinner? Oh, I'd love that.

Oh, that would be very nice.

Instead of Mother Goose, you were probably brought up on the memoirs of Casanova.

- Not at all. - Hmm.

But you've heard of the little fella, haven't you?

I imagine you've known quite a few women, haven't you?

Or maybe "few" is the wrong word.

And I gather you haven't very much respect for them?

But you've always been very fair in your judgments.

I beg your pardon, señor, would you like me

to reserve this table for you every night?

Why not?

You know, I...

Now, look, look, let's talk about you now.

Oh, no, not tonight. Let's talk about me some other night.

All right.

Señor Marnay.

Another one.

- And your name, please? - McKay.

Ah! Hmm.

Where were we? Hmm.

Oh, yes. What's the name of that strange place you came from?

Kansas.

And from there?

Well, then I went to New York and got a job singing in a nightclub

from ten to three in the morning, and then,

the manager used to chase me around his office until about four,

and then I went home.

And then one night, HE came along. - Oh, yes.

Yeah. He said I didn't belong in a place like that.

He said that, um...

Hmm?

- I didn't say anything. - Oh. Well, he said that...

- That you could improve yourself? - Yeah. So I studied hard.

So that someday you would be a charming and lovely wife.

Yeah, that was the idea, more or... Is there anything wrong with that?

Oh, no, no.

Well, that's what I thought. But nothing happened.

Well, that just about brings us up-to-date.

Now my life's an open book.

It's only one page.

It's the only page.

I beg your pardon.

Grazie. Thank you very much.

- Oh, that's bad. Hmm? - Oh.

- That's a beautiful camera you've got there. - Oh, yes.

- It takes very clear pictures. - Oh, please, monsieur!

Oh.

I guess it isn't any good for either one of us to be seen together.

Right or wrong, you know, people like to talk.

- It better be goodbye. - What's the matter? Afraid?

Of you? No.

Well, after all, we're on the same ship.

Still have eight days, you know?

Well, you can take nice, long walks out in the sunshine.

What should I do if it rains?

- Nah, it's no good. - I see.

- It's particularly no good for you. - Yes, that's right.

Being seen with you is news

and I don't want to get my picture in the paper, so...

I think we better spread out.

Hey! Hey, get me down from here, will ya?

I got up there and I couldn't get back.

- Can you do that? - Sure.

- Good. You're quite a fellow. - Hey! You must be quite a guy yourself.

Yes? Why?

Well, everybody on the ship's talking about ya.

- No. What do they say about me? - Well, I don't know.

Every time they start talking about you, they make me leave the room.

Is that so?

Oh! Be careful there, sonny. You'll fall and hurt yourself!