The final scene: he is bitter and resentful because she stood him up 6 months earlier, when they arranged to meet on top of The Empire State Building. He doesn't realise she did turn up, but was splattered by a taxi en-route and is now (gasp) a cripple!
I love Cary Grant. What a beautiful man he was. Maybe he needs to be my romantic benchmark for 2010: grown-up, sophisticated and honorable. Sardonic, flaky reprobate Walter Matthau begone!!!
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(If this doesn't make you cry then you must have ice in your heart.)