While you’re on holiday you decide it’s no use. You don’t love your husband. You’re going to get a divorce. It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you just met smokingly handsome Cary Grant (even though he will be going back to Paris the same time as you). Before you can confront your husband, though, you return to find him dead and your apartment empty. Quelle horreur! Turns out your husband didn’t have very many friends, and the people who do show up to the funeral only want to make sure he’s really dead. Then a CIA agent tells you that your life is in danger unless you find $250,000 your husband somehow squirreled away. But you have no idea where it is. Or who to trust. Maybe Cary Grant? He is so charming, even if he lied to you about his name. More than once.
You might be having a nervous breakdown in a phone booth while a strange man drops matches on you, but at least you look pretty, as always, because you’re Audrey Hepburn.
