I take it you don't intend to report
this to Uncle Sam or your husband.

Very few wives
are in so fortunate a position

with a bank account of their own,
obviously a large one.

That's all I'll pay.
That's quite enough.

Isn't it?
You're rather disillusioning,
Mrs Sutton,

for the wife of so brilliant a man.
First for assuming you would get rid
of a blackmailer by giving him money,

secondly, and worse,
by identifying me as a nasty crook.

Here is your cheque, Mrs Sutton.
You've disturbed my vanity
rather deeply.

I always fancied
I had a fine, upright look,

and that an honest heart shone out
of my not-too-splendid face.

I'm joking, Mrs Sutton.
Please, Vincent is an old friend.
I wouldn't want him to think
I was on ogre

that makes beautiful
women cry into their soup.

That's better. Thank you.
May I tell you
why I insisted on meeting you?

I have something that I was sure will
make you feel better about yesterday.

I persuaded the manager, Mr Simms,
to give me the Mrs William Sutton
shoplifting report

from the store files. Here it is.
If you tear it up,
there will no longer be a record of
yesterday's episode on file anywhere.

I... I feel like such a fool.
How can I ever thank you?
Do you know Tina Cosgrove?
Not very well.
I've been to some of her parties.

She's giving one for me.
For you?
Then you must be a celebrity.

In Tina's eyes, anybody
who attends three of her parties

automatically becomes a celebrity.
I made the grade last month.

Tina, darling!
What a wonderful party!
Everybody's here!

I adore people
famous enough to know me.

How magnificent, Tina!
Wherever you are,
you always attract the best society!