:07:03
If there were more like it, there would be
no need for socialists on street corners.
:07:08
By the way, Mrs. Skeffington,
are you Mr. MacMahon's secretary?
:07:12
Me? Good heavens, no.
:07:15
Well, then, perhaps
there's a definite need...
:07:18
...for those street-corner socialists.
:07:25
- Champagne?
- Thank you.
:07:27
- Here she is.
- This is our friend, Eddie.
:07:29
Take a good look.
:07:32
Ain't she beautiful?
:07:35
Definitely.
:07:38
Quiet, everybody. Take it easy.
:07:41
- Open up!
- The police.
:07:43
Hey, boss, the cops. It's a raid.
:07:46
We'd better get out of here.
:07:48
Fanny.
:07:52
- Excuse me.
- Let's get out the side way.
:07:58
Stay where you are. Everybody's
under arrest. Pick them up.
:08:01
Get the boss over there.
:08:04
- Come on.
- Here's the boss, sergeant.
:08:06
What's the idea?
We've been raided already this week.
:08:09
They didn't tell me about it.
Take him away.
:08:23
- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon, Soames.
:08:25
- Hello, Soames.
- Georgie, would you like a cocktail?
:08:28
I certainly would.
:08:29
Soames, would you bring
cocktails in the drawing room?
:08:32
Yes, madam.
:08:34
- Soames, have there been any calls?
- No, madam. But Mr. Skeffington is here.
:08:38
He's in the garden with Miss Fanny.
:08:40
Thank you.
:08:42
- Does Fanny know what's going on?
- It's impossible to keep anything from her.
:08:47
You see, she's inherited all of Job's brains
and none of my looks.
:08:50
As a matter of fact, Job says
she looks like his grandmother.
:08:53
Fanny, I'm gonna make
one more last plea.
:08:56
Can't you find it possible to forgive Job?
:08:58
Five secretaries in a row?
I'm not that forgiving.