03x24 - The Foghorn

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How.

And a special word
to all you ships at sea.

I've been examining this new,
blue, Sioux canoe for two.

It is perfect for the brave who wants to take
his wife out for a moonlight ride.

It tips quite easily.

Of course, this was used before
the invention of sash weights,

but I'm sure American Indian
knowhow triumphed.

This is apparently a souped-up job
for I noticed this had a chassis

with paddles.

It also has bucket seats,

and naturally, being an American vehicle,
you steer it from the left.

I shall now emulate the vanishing American
while we have tonight's story,

after which I shall paddle back.

I'm dreaming.

I'm dreaming. I...

Why is it so hard
to wake up this morning?

Why should I feel so strange?

It's that dream.
There's nothing wrong.

You're the happiest girl
in the world.

Isn't that silly? For a minute
I couldn't remember who I was.

You're Lucia Clay, you're .

And Allen says
you're very lovely.

Why did I do that?

Why am I so frightened?

I love the fog.

I remember.

I remember the first night
I met Allen.

Good party, isn't it, Lucia?

Why, John, I thought you always
considered parties a waste of time.

Not this one.
Allen Bliss is here.

Allen Bliss?

Yes, he's the one
from the Boston Trust

I hope to form
that shipping corporation with.

They like the idea of representation
here in San Francisco.

I've told you about that,
haven't I, Lucia?

Yes, John.

You'll like Bliss.

He's not only smart as a whip
but he's thoughtful, too.

How do you mean?

He's given me what I consider
the perfect plan for our honeymoon.

Well, that is
thoughtful of him.

Wait till you hear
his idea, Lucia.

On our honeymoon we'll visit every single
one of the stock exchanges in Europe.

Now what do you
think of Mr. Bliss?

Make all the shipping deals
you want with him, John,

but tell your rich, old Mr. Bliss
to stop incorporating my honeymoon.

Lucia,
you're a beautiful dancer.

Why thank you, John.

Let me get you some punch.

Yes, that would be nice.

Well, Allen! We were
just speaking of you.

Hello, St. Rogers.

Lucia,
may I present Mr. Bliss?

Allen, this is Miss Clay,
my fiancée.

How do you do, Miss Clay?

How do you do, Mr. Bliss?

I was just telling Lucia of your idea
for our honeymoon.

I hope you'll forgive the impertinence,
Miss Clay.

There's nothing to forgive.
I think it's a splendid idea.

We'll send you a postal from every
single one of the stock exchanges.

Won't we, John?

You bet we will.

St. Rogers, may I have your permission
to ask Miss Clay for this dance?

Yes, of course. Of course.

May I have the honor,
Miss Clay?

It will be a pleasure,
Mr. Bliss.

Will you excuse us?

Certainly.

Now then, tell me, Mr. Bliss,

where are the most romantic
stock exchanges?

I have begged your pardon once,
Miss Clay.

I'll continue to do so
till the end of my life.

It was a mistake.

Oh?

Well, St. Rogers told me
that you and he had everything in common.

If that were the case,
you'd have loved my honeymoon.

You know perfectly well St. Rogers would
rather see the sunrise on a dollar bill

than on all the Alps
in Switzerland.

Aren't you a businessman, too,
Mr. Bliss?

I just do it for money.

I don't love it
the way St. Rogers does.

To think I had visions of you as being
a sort of a cash register with a bustle.

"Old Mr. Bliss," I said to John.

Am I forgiven?

Am I?

I love the fog.

What fascinates me is
the unexpectedness of it.

To walk along and not know what your life
may hold one step from now.

You like that?

Don't you?

Yes, but I'm not a banker.

I always thought they liked to know
what was going to happen next.

I thought I was forgiven for that mistake
about your honeymoon?

You are, Mr. Bliss.

You know, your honeymoon should
begin on a foggy night like this

on one of those ships down there
that's calling out.

And then move slowly
out into the fog,

and sail and sail,

until one day the sun comes up
and burns the fog away.

Where am I then?

The Fortunate Isles,
of course.

There's no other place that's
suitable for you, Miss Clay.

You're very nice
to say so, Mr. Bliss.

But what would St. Rogers do
in the Fortunate Isles?

No banks, no bonds,
no mergers.

Only the sun and the sky
and the everlasting sea.

You sound
as if you like the ocean.

I learned to sail
almost as soon as I could walk.

On my eighth birthday my father gave me
my first sailing boat,

and I've still got it.

And if ever the day comes
when I'm man enough

to tell banks and bankers
what I think of them,

I'm going to get in that boat

and I'm going to set sail
for the Fortunate Isles.

Maybe we'll meet there.

Do you think you can
get St. Rogers to go?

Beg your pardon,
Mr. Bliss.

Yes?

It's Boston calling long distance
on the telephone, sir.

I can't take it now.

It's Mrs. Bliss, sir.

Tell Mrs. Bliss
I'll be there in a minute.

Very good, sir.

Mrs. Bliss?

My wife.

How do you think I became
such an expert on honeymoons?

May I take you inside?

No, thank you.

You'll excuse me then?

Yes, of course.

"The unexpectedness of fog,"
Allen said.

I met a stranger,

I loved him and I lost him.

All in the time
of a few waltzes.

I remember.

That was the first time the foghorn
sounded strange and dreadful.

Why? What did it mean?

That sound.

Time is passing.

Things are happening,
but what?

How long? Where?

Oh, yes,
that day in Chinatown.

I beg your pardon.

Miss Clay.

Why, Mr. Bliss!

Didn't I tell you one might
encounter anything in the fog?

A banker
or even a Chinese New Year.

Are you lost, too?

I left the house
a few minutes ago.

It was so bright and sunny,
I thought I'd walk.

And now look.

I shouldn't recommend any
further walking for the present.

I have a much better idea.

What's that?

Food and hot tea.
In other words, a Chinese restaurant.

Oh, well, I have
another engagement.

It's not really that important,
is it?

Well, no.

I'm sorry you haven't
been well lately, Miss Clay.

Haven't I?

So St. Rogers tells me.

There were several parties
at which I hoped to see you.

Don't you ever get tired
of parties and people?

Constantly. But when one is young
and in love, who wants a crowd around?

Is that the way it was with you
when you were engaged?

Quite the opposite
as I remember.

Good afternoon.

This way please.
Thank you.

We'll just have some tea
to begin with, please.

Yes, sir.

Looking back

I'm astonished at how little time
I ever spent alone with my wife.

It's a great thing that you and St. Rogers can
be happy with just each other's company.

Yes, it would be.

I don't quite understand,
Miss Clay.

You see, when I said
that I was weary of people,

I guess I meant John, too.

I haven't been seeing him lately.

I found out something about myself
that night that we met.

I realize that I'm like you.

I want the unexpected.

And that's certainly the last thing
I'd ever have with John.

Does that mean
your engagement is off?

Yes.

I'm very glad, Lucia.

Why?

Because I want you
to be happy.

You couldn't ever be happy
married to him.

So very kind of you to be
so interested, Mr. Bliss.

I called you Lucia.
My name is Allen.

Allen.

You know, in some strange way
I feel closer to you

than I ever have to anyone
in my whole life.

Do you understand that?

I think so.

You know that I'm married.

I cannot ask anything from you
but your friendship.

But that would be
very precious to me.

And to me, too.

Shall we drink
to the unexpected?

The unexpected.

And so we became friends.

With Allen everything was new
and fresh and wonderful.

What he liked, I liked.

A poem I had loved before

became twice as magical to me
because Allen loved it, too.

"Straightway I was 'ware

"So weeping, how a mystic shape
did move behind me

"and drew me backward
by the hair

"And a voice said in mastery,
while I strove,

"'Guess now who holds thee?'

"'Death', I said

"But there
the silver answer rang

"'Not Death, but Love."'

And there was always
the sea and the wind.

Out there was
a whole beautiful world

with nobody in it
but ourselves.

Here's to the unexpected.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Lucia, what are friends for
if you can't tell them your troubles?

And we are friends, you know.

We promised each other in this
very restaurant eight weeks ago.

That's one of the reasons
I wanted to see you today.

To celebrate the eighth anniversary
of our friendship.

Oh, Allen.

Do anniversaries make you sad?

No, but...

I've got something
to tell you.

I have something
to tell you, too.

But I've got to say this now
while I'm able to.

Yes, Lucia?

I'm not going
to see you anymore.

Why is that?

Well, it's not the reason you think.
I mean, people talking about us.

They are, you know.

My father, my brothers,
all my friends.

Even Anna.

Anna?

Our housekeeper.

She's looked after me
since I was a baby.

And I suppose Anna, your father, brothers
and friends have all taken it upon themselves

to warn you of the evils
of knowing a married man.

Yes. You should hear them.

People!

But that's not the reason
I'm not going to see you again.

I don't care what people think.

I'm only thinking of me.

You?

Well, you see, whatever people
do think and say,

all we are is good friends,

and I can get along
without you now.

But things would get terribly complicated
if I ever fell in love with you.

So before I do
I'm going to say goodbye.

All right. You've talked.
Now it's my turn.

Allen, there really isn't anything more to say.
My mind is made up.

Yeah, so is mine.

Do you think I don't know that people
are talking, Lucia? I'm not a fool.

I told you,
I don't care what people say.

Well, I do care, and I'm not
going to expose you to it.

And furthermore,
I'm not going to let you go.

But, Allen...

I saw my lawyer this morning.

I asked him to arrange
for a divorce.

Allen.

But your wife, isn't she going
to be terribly unhappy?

No.

If I never saw you again,
I'd still want the divorce.

Until a few weeks ago

I never really knew
what love was supposed to be.

If I can't have you,
I don't want anyone.

I love you, Lucia.

Will you marry me?

Oh, Allen.

Allen.

Oh, Allen. Allen.

Allen loves me.

We're going to be married.

Then why do I feel as if
something had happened?

Something dreadful.

Dreadful.

Anna!

Anna!

Anna! Oh, Anna!

Anna! Anna!

Yes, Miss Clay?

But you aren't Anna.

No, Miss Clay.

Where is Anna?

Why isn't Anna home?

You aren't home now.

Where am I? What's wrong?

Where am I?

They brought you here.

There was an accident.

But if I'm hurt,
where's Allen?

Was he hurt, too? Tell me.

Tell me! Tell me!

Now you mustn't get yourself
excited, Miss Clay.

Where's Allen? I want Allen.

Allen! Allen!

I'll get the doctor.

He'll give you something
to make you feel better.

I don't want a doctor.
I want Allen.

If only I could remember.

When was the accident?

After he asked me
to marry him?

No.

No, I remember now.

It was that night
in the restaurant.

Wong?

Wong, are you sure Mr. Bliss
hasn't telephoned?

Mr. Bliss may be
held up by fog.

Very bad.

Mr. Bliss never made lady wait before.
Must be good reason.

I can't wait any longer.
I hope nothing's happened.

Lucia.

Oh, Allen!

Sorry, Lucia.
It's this wretched fog.

Now, how dare you
call our fog wretched.

Lucia.

Allen.

Allen, what is it?

My wife's changed her mind.
She won't give me a divorce.

Allen. You mean, not ever?

Is that why
Allen left me?

Did he leave me? Did he? No!

He didn't leave me.
I saw him again.

We were so happy.

Allen, remember how happy we were
the last time we sailed?

We'll still be happy, dearest.

How can we be? Unless we just
sail off to the Fortunate Isles.

That's just what I have
in mind.

What do you mean?

Why does it have to end?

You said sail to the Fortunate Isles,
why not?

What are you talking about?

Yesterday I bought two tickets for us
on the Oriental.

It sails tomorrow for Canton.

Tickets for us?

Uh-huh.

My wife will never miss me
as long as I leave her enough money.

But, Allen...

Do you remember
that first night in the fog?

We said we might meet one day
in the Fortunate Isles.

Will you settle
for the Orient?

To Canton, Madagascar, Siam?

Will that do
for the Fortunate Isles?

Yes, but...

I'll never get
a divorce, Lucia.

I'll never be married
to anybody except you.

Allen.

Hold this.

Look what else I got
when I bought the tickets.

What's this?

It's a Chinese wishing ring.

Oh, it's lovely.

The man in the shop
absolutely guaranteed happiness.

Just wish and rub it.

Do you love me?

You know I do.

Then what's to stop us?

Do you think it was an accident
we met that night in the fog?

No.

Oh, Allen.

I'm so happy.
I don't care what happens.

Let's not take the Oriental.

Let's just sail this right on,
like you said.

Looks as though we're going to have
our troubles sailing back to shore.

We've got into a dead calm.

Allen?

You promise
to love me forever?

Forever.

Forever isn't long enough,
is it?

What's the matter?

It looks as though there's a fog coming up.

Hadn't we better get back to shore?

Without a wind
I wouldn't know just how.

There'll be a breeze in a minute.

It is coming in now.

The foghorn.

There are ships along here,
you know.

Isn't there any way
we can get back to shore?

We might use the oars if we knew
which way the shore was.

Sounds like the one
on Angel's Island.

No, I think
it's the one at the Gate.

It doesn't sound
like either of them.

Oh, Allen, let's
get away from here.

Allen!

I remember now.

I remember now.

They brought me here
after I was hurt.

I know what this place is.

It's a hospital.

Allen was k*lled.

He was k*lled

just after he gave me
the wishing ring.

He told me
to wish for happiness.

What's happened to my hands?

Allen always said
I had beautiful hands.

My hair.

They've cut off my hair!

I must have had a concussion,

brain fever.

Is it true, Doctor,
that in cases like hers,

sometimes the patient becomes
quite rational just before death?

Sometimes. Hard to say.

I suppose we should
notify her relatives.

I didn't know she had any relatives.
They never came to see her.

What was the point?
She wouldn't have known them.

It's been years since she recognized
anything or anybody.

This is all of our first show
of the evening.

The second showing
follows immediately,

and I trust you will leave promptly
so that those waiting can get in.

Thank you for allowing us
to come into your tepees.

And until next time,
good night.

How.

And a special word
to all you ships at sea.

I have been examining
this new, blue...