Oh, well, never mind. The first thing is to get out of here. After that we'll see.
VANDERLIP
(Defiantly.)
You bet we'll see.
(They start toward street door, Freda on his arm.)
MRS. EPPINGWELL
(Hurriedly, to Capt. Eppingwell.)
Who is that woman?
CAPT. EPPINGWELL
(Awkwardly.)