:53:03
Our new one-piece foundation garment.
Zips up the back, and no bone.
:53:08
- Will you open a charge?
- Yes, please.
:53:10
- May I have the name?
- Crystal Allen, the Hotel Viceroy.
:53:14
May I have your other charges?
Saks? Bergdorf? Cartier?
:53:17
- I'll be opening those in a few days.
- Then, may I have your bank?
:53:21
I've no checking account either,
at the moment.
:53:23
I'm sorry, but we must have
one business reference.
:53:26
Certainly. Mr. Stephen Haines.
He's a very old friend of my family.
:53:31
That will do.
Mrs. Haines is a very good client of ours.
:53:38
- By the way, I've never met Mrs. Haines.
- She's a dear.
:53:41
Yes, I'm sure, so I'd rather you didn't say
that I gave her husband as a reference.
:53:47
- Do you mind?
- Of course not, Miss Allen.
:53:49
- Thank you.
- We understand.
:53:53
- What do you mean, you understand?
- I mean...
:53:56
- Never mind.
- I hope you don't think l...
:53:58
No, it's quite all right.
:54:01
It's so dreadful living in a strange city
all alone.
:54:05
You have to be so careful not to do
anything people might misconstrue.
:54:09
I don't know Mrs. Haines yet...
:54:11
...and I'd hate to get off on the wrong foot
before I met her socially.
:54:15
Naturally. Women are funny
about little things like that.
:54:18
Wait. You know that blue jersey...
Unzip me, will you?
:54:21
That blue jersey you had
all drippy with embroidery?
:54:24
The blue negligee?
:54:25
- Will you bring that in?
- Certainly.
:54:28
- That really suits you, Mrs. Haines.
- Yes. It is nice, isn't it?
:54:33
- Is there something wrong?
- No. It's really charming.
:54:35
- May I come in?
- I'll get your hat, Mrs. Haines.
:54:38
Sit down, Sylvia.
:54:40
- Why don't you confide in me?
- Will you please stay out of my affairs?
:54:44
I won't. If you think I'll let you hide
your head in the sand, you're mistaken.
:54:49
You're the only one in New York
that doesn't know all about it.
:54:52
Howard says that Stephen
hasn't been seen in the club for weeks.
:54:57
Go away.
:54:59
Show that model to Miss Allen, there.
Your hat, Mrs. Haines.