Carnegie Hall.
Barbirolli conducting. They gave me two tickets at the office.
Who are you going with?
-Nobody.
Nobody?
What are they playing?
Brahms' Second Symphony, something by Beethoven...
somehing by Handel and not one note of Grieg.
Sounds wonderful.
-Goodbye, boys. See you Monday.
Tuesday. Wait a minute.
Wick, I just had a crazy idea.
-As for instance.
Who says we have to take the three fifteen train?
We could go on the six-thirty.
What are you talking about?
Well, I just thought we could take a later train...
and Helen wouldn't have to the concert by herself.
She's got two tickets, hasn't she?
No, no. I'm not going to upset any plans.
You're going on that three fifteen.
Oh. Now Helen, it's so silly!
A whale of a concert and an empty seat next to you.
No, Don. Everything's all set.
Now they'll be at the station to meet us
and dinner'll be waiting.
Put in a call that we're taking the later train
and have dinner at nine o'clock...
we'll be in bed by ten.
Nothing doing. We're going.
Wick is right. And don't worry about that empty seat.
I'll find myself a nice handsome
South American millionaire.
There you are. Did you hear her.
Besides, we'd have to break our necks anyway
to catch the train.
-It's five to three.
-You see?
Oh, don't be so stubborn Wick.
All right. Go ahead.
Just a minute. I'm not going.
Then what are we talking about?
Well, I want you to go. You and Helen.
Me and Helen?
-That's the idea.
-Who likes Brahms, you or I?
-Since when don't you like Brahms?
I'll just stick around here
and finish packing. Take a little nap maybe.
Nonsense. If anybody goes...Helen's your girl.
There's something in that, Don.
And what's more, I don't think you should be left alone.
-I shouldn't?
-No.
-I oughtn't be trusted. Is that it?
-Really, Don.
After what you've been through...
After what I've been through,
I couldn't go to a concert.
I couldn't even face the crowds.
I couldn't sit through it with all those people.
Besides, I want to be alone for a couple of hours
and kind of assemble myself.
Is that such an extraordinary thing to want?
Don't act so outraged, would you mind?
All right. Anything else?
Please, boys.
Come on, Helen.
-You'll stay right here?
-Where would I go?
Then you'll be here when we come back?
-I told you, I'm not leaving this apartment.
-You've told us a good many things, Don.
All right, if you don't belive me,
why don't you tak emy key and lock me in like a dog.
We've got to trust Don. That's the only way.
Sorry, Don.
Let's go Helen.
-So long, Don.
-So long.
Bend down.
-What's this?
-That? It's whiskey, isn't it?
-How did it get there?
-I don't know.
I suppose it dropped from some cloud. Or someone
was bouncing it against this wall and it got stuck there.
-I guess I must have put it there.
-Yes, you must.
Only I don't remember when.
Probably during my last spell,
maybe the one before. I don't know.
Don't look at me like that, Helen.
It doesn't mean a thing.
I didn't know it was there.
Even if I had, I wouldn't have touched it.
-Then you won't mind.
-Mind what?
Now, you trot along with Helen.
Why? Because of that?
You think I wanted you out of the apartment
because of the bottle?
I resent that like the devil...
and if there's one more word of discussion...
I don't leave on your blasted weekend.
Let's go, Wick.
You'll be good. Won't you, Don, darling?
Yes, Helen. Would you just stop watching me
all the time, you two.
Let me work it out my way. I'm trying, I'm trying.
I know you're trying, Don.
We're both trying.
You're trying not to drink...
and I'm trying not to love you.
Call the farm Don and tell them
we're taking the six-thirty.
Sure.
So long.
-Come on, Helen.
-Should Wick...
What if he goes out and buys another bottle?
With what? He hasn't a nickel. There isn't a store
or bar that'll give him five cents' worth of credit.
Are you sure he hasn't got
another bottle hidden someplace?
Not