[Train Bell Ringing]
All right, Weinkoop,
where is she?
In this car, sir.
Has she recovered consciousness?
Not yet.
This is the company doctor.
Follow me.
Come on.
Five minutes
out of portJohnson...
she went into the ladies' room.
Must've finished off a pint.
The telegram said she fell.
Rolled off the seat
like a sack of flour.
Well?
She's dead drunk.
Oh...
My report can say
something else...
but that's what it is.
Belongs in a hospital.
Anything to get her
off company property.
Come on, Doc.
Have her taken
to theJefferson Hospital.
You go with her.
Be sure you make it straight...
we're not taking
any responsibility.
We're doing this only
as a courtesy to her husband.
Put her in a private room
under another name.
Keep her there until I get
Sam Eaton to come take her home.
Very well, Mr. Jones.
There's more
to running a railroad...
than just laying down
some tracks.
Looking for quail,
Frolick, as usual?
As usual, D.D.
You won't find
any around here.
They're all down
on Market Street by now.
Nobody left on that train?
No, just the crew.
I wonder if...
Oh, no. Not Martha Eaton.
See you later.
This is D.D. Jones.
I want you to put in a long-distance
call to portJohnson.
To Mr. Samuel Eaton.
That's right,
Eaton Iron and Steel.
Will you be home
for dinner, Mr. Eaton...
if anyone should ask?
If you mean by "anyone"
Mrs. Eaton, say so, Nellie...
or forever hold your peace.
Well, what with Mr. Alfred
coming home from the war today...
You're sure it's today, are you?
Maybe you even know
what time he's coming...
or how he's coming.
No reason a servant shouldn't know
more than his own family.
Those eggs were too hard
again today, Nellie.
When I say soft-boiled,
I mean soft-boiled.
Yes, Mr. Eaton.
I may be home.
Then again, I may not.
And now I'm off.
Goodbye, Nellie.
Goodbye, sir.
[Telephone Rings]
Hello. Eaton residence.
Oh, I'm sorry. He just left.
You should be able
to reach him at the mill...
in about 10 minutes.
You're welcome. Goodbye.
Mrs. Eaton
got out of the house...
mighty early
this morning, George.
Yes, sir.
Philadelphia again?
I didn't wait to see
which train she took, sir.
Didn't she say anything?
We were too busy
talking about your boy...
coming home safe from the navy
to talk about unimportant matters.
In other words, Mrs. Eaton's
whereabouts are too unimportant...
for me to have
any interest in them.
There's nothing about Mrs. Eaton
that's unimportant.
Not to me, sir.
Are you trying to say something
to me, George?
Well, sir,
I made me a promise...
the day your son went away.
"George Fry," I said...
"the day Alfred comes
home from this war...
you'll say some things that's
been wanting to be said."
Took a lot for granted, didn't you?
I knew he was coming back.
I prayed for him.
Prayed? You're no more
of a praying man than I am.
If it was Billy gone to war
instead of Alfred...
maybe you'd have learned
to pray, Mr. Eaton.
Is that what you promised
yourself to say?
A father can feel badly
over a son dead 13 years...
without ignoring the other one.
Don't preach to me, George.
No, sir.
Maybe you'd better
be taking the day off.
I'll accept the day's
holiday, sir...
but after that, I don't want
to work for you anymore.
No, I shouldn't think
you would.
I'll have your check ready
for you tomorrow morning.
Yes, sir.
You might as well stop
in front of the saloon...
when we get there
and get out.
That's where you'll be
going anyway, I'm sure.
Here's to Samuel Eaton...
president of
Eaton Iron and Steel...
who, after 20-some odd years...
of being dirty, rotten mean
to his boy Alfred...
has just been fired.
I said fired, Noony,
by his own chauffeur.
I'll drink to that.
And here's to Alfred Eaton...
who never did anything wrong
in his whole life...
except be the son who
didn't die of spinal meningitis...
when he was a kid.
And now... I
hope he'll be forgiven...
for living through the war.
[Train Bell Ringing]
You know where
North Hill Road is?
Uh-huh.
Hey, Jake.
Got a passenger
for out of town.
Good.
Don't you want to help me
with my bags?
Who says so?
How much do I owe you?
$3.00.
Oh, yeah? Who says so?
I said so. $3.00.
Wait here while I go in
and telephone.
Telephone who?
The taxi company... to find out
when they raised their prices.
$2.00.
Mm-hmm.
Here's $1.00.
Now, beat it before
I pull you out of that cab...
and bust your nose for you.
Well, big man.
Mr. Alfred.
Oh, Mr. Alfred!
Oh, Mr. Alfred!
Hello, Josephine.
Hello, Nellie.
[Sobs]
Stop, Nellie,
for the Lord's sake.
I can't help it.
Well, you all look fine.
Come on, now.
Turn around, Josephine.
I will not.
You don't have to.
I can see it's getting bigger.
Oh, it is not.
She don't have her corset on.
Shut your mouth,
for the Lord's sake.
I brought you two old crows
some presents from London.
You didn't have to spend
your money on us.
We're just thankful you're home.
I'll bet you are, too.
You didn't tell a soul
what time you were coming.
I didn't want to give anybody
a chance not to meet me.
We aren't really ready for you...
what with the mister
and missis away.
Away?
Tonight I have
only lamb chops...
but I did make apple pie.
Where did they go?
The missis went away
this morning.
I don't know where.
The mister called
this afternoon.
It sounded like
long distance.
He said, "Don't
wait with dinner."
We fixed for
Miss Trimingham early.
Miss Trimingham?
Yes. Come on, Josephine.
Help me with these bags.
You'll find your old room...
just exactly the way
you left it, Mr. Alfred.
Nellie, who's Miss Trimingham?
She's your mother's trained nurse.
Trained nurse?
For the drinking, Mr. Alfred.
Alfred.
Oh, my Alfred!
Oh.
Ohh...
Mother, you all right?
Ohh.
Oh, forgive me.
How horrible.
I'm so excited
and awkward.
Oh, but you're home.
Yes, Mother.
Oh, oh, darling, don't.
Don't look at me.
I didn't want you
to see me like this.
I'm so tired,
and I'm not feeling well.
Couldn't we save everything
for tomorrow...
when I'll be at my best?
We'll make believe
there was no tonight...
and that you
came home tomorrow...
and we'll say all our hellos
as they should be.
Sure, Mother.
Here comes your father.
Now make allowances.
He's not at his... best.
Here we are, Sam,
and look who's with me.
My boy. Home at last.
Hello, Father.
Hello, Father?
Is that all after all this time?
No. There's a lot more.
Yes, I should think
there would be.
Now what've you done
to yourself?
Oh, she just tripped and fell.
Doesn't he look wonderful?
Yes. Let's get in the house.
Now, Sam, what
we've decided is...
we're not going to say
our hellos tonight.
We're all much too tired...
and tomorrow we'll all
be fresh as a daisy.
How was the war?
O.K., I guess.
We won it.
Oh, have you met my son?
Alfred, this is Miss Trimingham.
How do you do?
Welcome home.
Up we go.
Oh... cool sheets
and heavenly rest.
Good night, Alfred.
Sleep as late as you like...
and remember, you're
coming home tomorrow.
Tonight never even happened.
The house looks good.
Yeah. Your mother touched it up
a bit here and there.
You've put on a couple of pounds.
Soft living in the navy.
I suppose you're sleepy.
I was up at quarter to 6:00
this morning.
Not a very good time
to talk now anyway, is it?
No, I guess it isn't.
I guess I'll go upstairs, too...
if it's all right with you.
Father?
Yeah?
Nothing. Good night.
Good night.
She doesn't need you now.
Well, Mr. Alfred, how does it feel
to be home again...
and seeing
your mother and father?
Things don't change, Nellie.
They just get more so.
Huh?
We got ginger ale, seltzer,
and no liquor.
Where's the liquor?
Your father keeps it
under lock and key.
Good night, Mr. Alfred.
Good night.
[Samuel] Even the servants
in your own house...
know about you.
[Martha] I'm tired.
I'm sick. Leave me alone.
I'll leave you alone...
when you tell me
everything I want to know.
Who else saw you together?
Nobody else. Not a soul.
You were in restaurants together.
Never.
Wallowing in filth together!
And I want to know where...
every damn place!
No.
Well, you're going to tell me.
Oh, no, Sam, not tonight.
Please.
Where else did you meet him?
Nowhere else.
Only his house.
You're lying to me.
You were with him
in a hotel room.
All right.
But only once.
You could stay with him
and me the same night?
Yes!
Yes!
Did you think
you're any better...
than one of those sluts
on River Street?
I'm not proud of myself.
Not proud of herself,
she says.
How can you look
at your own son?
I can't.
If that egotistical
little father of yours...
was alive to know about this...
Your son.
Your father.
Your heroes.
I have no heroes...
only some people I love.
You were my hero.
Shut up!
And you drove me to it.
You turned your back on me...
just like you did on Alfred.
I needed love wherever
I could find it.
Love!
You're a pig.
I can't stand the sight of you.
[Door Slams]
Mr. Eaton.
His name is Charles Frolick.
He's a terrible, evil man.
How long has it been going on?
About a year.
She's been trying not to see him...
but he won't let her.
She can't help herself.
Frolick?
Number 22 Walnut Street.
Philadelphia.
Yes, what is it?
Are you Charles Frolick?
I am. What kind
of an hour of the night...
Who the devil are you?
[Woman's Voice]
Charlie!
What do you think
you're doing here?
Uhh!
Charlie!
My name is Alfred Eaton.
Alfred Eaton.
You got that?
Now, you go near my mother
again, I'll kill you.
Charlie?
What's the big idea
of keeping me...
Charlie!
Mr. Alfred down yet?
Mr. Alfred down yet?
He's having breakfast, sir.
There you are, boy.
Watch those eggs, Nellie.
Yes, Mr. Eaton.
Well, how did it feel
sleeping in your own bed?
You mother wanted to buy
a new mattress...
but I said no.
I slept very well.
Thank you.
Well, I didn't.
It's not as easy
as it used to be.
Still, I guess I'm all right
for a man of 57...
considering the way I worked
my tail off during the war.
I might even get
a chance to rest.
We all are, in our business.
Big contracts
canceled months ago...
and now those darn fool workers
are going to strike.
Let them.
There'll be nothing but gas...
in their kids' bellies...
by the time they come back.
Pay them exactly what you want.
What do you care?
I care because I'm against
anybody going on strike...
against me.
You'll know what I feel...
when you come
into the business with me.
Well, I suppose you're thinking
of taking it easy.
Not exactly.
Maybe traveling a bit,
seeing something of the country...
before settling down here.
We got to start thinking
of a club in philadelphia for you.
I doubt I'll be joining a club...
but if I do,
it'll probably be in New York.
New York? What for?
I expect to be spending
some time there.
I thought you were
going to travel.
You said I was going to travel.
I didn't.
My home base
will be in New York.
The hell it will.
The hell it won't!
I guess I don't feel
like having any breakfast.
Tell them in the kitchen
I'm not staying.
Don't you want to hear
what my plans are?
I'm in no hurry to.
I can see you won't do
what I'd hoped...
and you haven't
discussed it with me.
I'd be glad to discuss it.
You want to tell me
to go to the devil...
and take the mill with me.
You've been wanting
to do that all your life.
All I wanted to do
is to be friends with you.
That's what you want,
friendship?
I haven't got a friend
for every 10 years I've lived.
I hoped for that, too.
First, you'll have to show me...
you're a man
I'd want to be friends with.
The job at the mill was yours.
I hoped the friendship
would come out of that.
Would come out of what,
being your errand boy?
You never asked me
what I wanted to do.
Now I'm supposed to go
into the mill to please you.
You'd cripple me for life.
You don't think
I can make it on my own.
You're not big enough
to even walk in my shadow...
and you never will be.
Alfred.
So much shouting
so early in the day...
with the servants around, too.
I guess we're not a very
respectable family, are we?
You must give him time.
For what?
He'll never change.
He might get
used to your ways.
I don't think I have
that much time.
Neither has he.
There's a lot of sadness
and sweetness...
in you, Alfred...
but you can be very cruel
and cold sometimes.
Oh... nice, kind Alfred.
Did I just say something awful?
I'm sorry.
Nothing for you
to be sorry about.
Yes, I did.
What's happened to me?
I used to be nice...
and I don't even remember
what made me change.
Don't be hard on yourself.
I know a lot more
than you think I do.
You're still my mother.
What do you know?
Everything.
Oh, God.
Put your arms
around me, Alfred.
Do you still like me a little?
I love you, Mother.
Even when I'm like this?
You're leaving us,
aren't you, Alfred?
Yes.
Where are you going?
I may stay with Lex porter
in New York a while.
I suppose you'll see the Thorntons.
Fritz Thornton is throwing
a party for Lex tonight...
in Southampton.
The porters and the Thorntons...
are like a second family to you...
but just remember, they're not.
Don't get too independent.
Don't cut off your
own flesh and blood.
Anybody can disappoint you...
if you catch them
at the wrong time...
and that includes you, too, Alfred.
I know I'm not what you think
your mother ought to be.
I'm sorry if it embarrasses you...
and I'm not going
to make any excuses.
Don't worry.
That's not why I'm leaving.
I could feel it last night...
your very first look at me...
down in the driveway.
What am I?
A hopeless drunkard?
They'd rather have me that
than the other thing...
an unfaithful wife.
A pig, he called me.
Well, the drinking
makes a good cover-up...
for a lot of things.
Goodbye now, Mother.
"It wouldn't have happened...
if she hadn't been a drinker."
"Martha Eaton
wouldn't do such things...
if she didn't like gin
and whiskey so much."
Well, little do they know.
Little does anybody know.
May I have this dance?
Oh, why, certainly.
Will you pardon me
just a moment?
Sure.
Thank you.
Are you looking for me?
I am if your name is Lex porter.
My name is Clemmie Shreve...
but I'll change it
if you'll stop looking further.
Just how far
am I allowed to look?
Ooh, you're fresh.
I like you.
Sam?
No. Alfred.
Are you going to
make a pass at me?
You believe in long
courtships, don't you?
Who's got time?
I'm crowding 19.
What, years or guys?
Nasty.
Come on. Let's dance
and crowd each other.
I better go fill my wooden leg.
You mean it's all over between us?
Well, these things don't last forever.
[Sighs]
Waiter, tell me where
I can find Mr. Porter.
He went into the den
a few minutes ago, sir.
Excuse me.
Hey, wait a minute.
Alfred, when did you get here?
Couple of minutes ago.
Come in. Come in. Join us.
Alfred Eaton, Sage Rimmington.
Sorry.
So am I.
Sage, this is the rover boy...
I went through princeton
and the navy with.
Who knows what lies ahead?
Darling, if you'll excuse me...
I think I'll put on something
more comfortable, hmm?
Like my husband.
Uh, bye, sweetie.
I like that.
Oh, she's very inventive.
Well, how was it, boy?
How was what?
Getting home.
Great.
Yeah, me, too.
I snapped out of it, though.
Good booze, bad women...
It never fails to work.
How did things go
in the money department?
Hmm?
Our project.
Did you raise the dough?
Oh, your old man, huh?
Well, I'll have another little talk
with Uncle Fritz.
I'll just charm him
into putting up the whole 500,000.
I don't want that.
I know you don't, sport,
but have we got any choice?
I don't mean
to sound ungrateful...
but let's wait till I can swing
my own end.
I'm not going
into any business venture...
where I carry as much weight
as a poor relative.
I understand.
It doesn't mean that much to me.
It does to me.
Boy, you did have a rough time
at home, didn't you?
We got to get you out of there.
I've already taken care of that.
Really?
Well, what are your plans?
I don't know.
I was sort of, uh...
thinking about
that bachelor apartment...
you were going to set up
in Gramercy park.
Hey, now you're talking.
Play it by ear for a while.
Well, you can use your ear.
I got better ideas.
Let's start right now.
Now, would you look at this?
200 beautiful Long Island virgins...
Markel's dance music...
buckets of champagne...
and I'm the guest of honor.
Now, how can I lose?
Unless I start getting drunk...
and taking those little girls upstairs.
You know, I met
something called Clemmie.
Oh, Clemmie Shreve.
Now, I'm saving that
for a rainy night.
There he is... Uncle Fritz.
Look who's here.
Alfred, I'm so glad to see you.
Mr. Thornton, how are you?
This party wouldn't
be complete without you.
Champagne for three.
Have they been treating you
properly here?
No complaints.
I hope you'll stay with us...
for a good long visit.
I may take you up on that.
I hoped for this moment...
the three of us together like this...
as I hoped for victory.
God bless you.
O.K.
Thought I might as well
start at the top.
Did you?
Pretty close to it.
Thanks for the compliment.
Who are you?
Alfred Eaton.
That wouldn't mean
anything to you.
What's your name?
Mary St. John.
That's a nice, respectable name.
Well, of course it's respectable.
That's a silly thing to say.
Am I the first
to call it respectable?
You're the first
who ever raised the question.
Then I'm glad
I called it respectable...
instead of the opposite.
If you're trying to annoy me...
you're succeeding.
My manners are rusty.
You're the first girl
I've danced with...
for a long time.
Why didn't you
bestow that honor...
on someone inside...
instead of here on the terrace?
Oh, I rather like the view
from the terrace.
Then I saw you...
and I liked
the view even more.
You touch me deeply.
But not in the right places.
[Music Stops]
[Applause]
Well, that was
reasonably disagreeable.
Yes, and it was so easy.
Would you like to
go cry or something?
No, but I wouldn't mind...
if you faded away
into the sunset.
Here comes the bird dog...
to retrieve you.
What's his name?
Jim Roper.
Oh, grim Jim Roper?
No. Dr. Roper.
He's a psychiatrist.
Oh, sorry. I hope you
get well very soon.
Good night, Mr. Eaton.
Good night, Miss St. John.
All yours, Doctor.
I know that.
Oh, I don't know about these girls.
I heard they were like minks...
during the war.
How are you doing?
You tell me.
Who's Mary St. John?
Her old man's with
the Dupont Corporation...
down in Wilmington.
Fancy pedigree.
Papers on both sides.
Hey, waiter.
You can forget about her.
Why?
You want one?
No.
She's secretly engaged...
to the guy she's with...
the doctor, Jim Roper.
I don't think he's
rich enough for her...
but if it isn't him...
it'll be somebody else who is.
If you're not thinking...
about marrying her...
you can forget
about anything else.
She's really saving it.
Want to make a little bet?
Oh, wake up, sport.
You haven't got
the necessary qualifications.
Well, there are all kinds
of qualifications.
And straight ahead...
you'll notice
the famous Whitney estate.
Oh, and there to the right...
is the estate
ofJames Duncan MacHardie.
You notice the smoke
rising from the chimney?
In all probability...
Mr. MacHardie
is burning money.
Stop hiding behind the glasses.
I'm not hiding.
You always manage...
to put something between us...
likeJim Roper...
or your friend Sage Rimmington...
or the net of a tennis court.
What are you afraid of?
Let's row back
to shore, shall we?
See what I mean?
I don't know why
you bother talking to me.
Every time you do,
you get sarcastic...
and we end up fighting.
Now, if you don't
approve of me...
just leave me alone.
I'm sure I won't perish
from unhappiness.
This is the first time
we've been alone.
How long are you
going to be here?
A month or so.
Then back to Wilmington?
Mm-hmm.
I used to live
very close to there...
portJohnson, pennsylvania.
Oh?
I thought you lived
in New York...
in Gramercy park...
with Lex and all the stray girls...
you could lay your hands on...
or so they tell me.
I think we'd better go back.
You don't mean that.
Yes, I do mean that.
I knew you would
kiss me today...
but I didn't know
I'd kiss you back.
It won't happen again...
so don't try to get me
alone somewhere.
You'd like that.
Stop it.
Why?
'Cause I'm engaged toJim Roper.
You going to marry him?
Well, I'm engaged to him.
But you didn't say...
you were going to marry him.
Look, are you going
to row me back to shore...
or am I going
to have to swim back?
Swim.
[Doorbell Chimes]
Well, hello, Alfred.
Who is it, Mary?
It's just a friend, Mother.
Well, who is it, Mary?
I think you better come in.
Mother, this is Alfred Eaton.
My mother.
How do you do?
Mr. Eaton.
And my father.
Daddy, Alfred Eaton.
Pleased to meet you, sir.
I don't believe
we've seen you before.
Are you from these parts?
PortJohnson, pennsylvania.
Oh, yes. The steel mill.
So, you're that Eaton.
What do you think of the strike?
I'm not in the mill...
but my father doesn't like it.
I shouldn't think he would.
Well, what brings
you to Wilmington...
at this awkward hour?
I was just duck hunting...
on my way to New York.
Thought I'd say hello to Mary.
How was the shooting?
Got a few tail feathers.
How is Jim?
Jim?
Yes.
You mean Jim Roper?
Yes. I assume you're close friends.
Not exactly.
Oh, well, now,
not a friend ofJim's.
Isn't that a bit strange?
No, Mother.
Jim and I met Alfred
at the same time.
Then he's really
a friend of yours...
more than Jim's.
That's right.
Tell me, Mr. Eaton...
You're not in the mill.
What do you do?
I mean, besides duck hunting...
in the middle of the week.
Actually, I've got
some exciting business plans.
I'm not allowed
to disclose them now.
I see.
Well, I guess
I better be going.
My husband will
see you to the door.
No, Mother, I will.
Good night, sir.
Good night.
Good night, Mrs. St. John.
Goodbye, Mr. Eaton.
Your mother and father are, uh...
sort of distant.
Now, what do you
mean by that?
You know what I mean.
You never did believe...
I was going to
marryJim, did you?
Uh-uh.
Well, I wrote him a letter...
and I broke up with him.
Why didn't you tell me?
I don't know.
I didn't tell anybody.
Alfred?
Hmm?
Are you going
to do something...
and be somebody?
For you?
Yes.
Settle down?
Yes.
With you?
Do you love me?
Oh, I want you...
more than anything
in the whole world.
Mary?
You're never going
to want anybody else...
as long as you live.
You better go in now.
I should think he'd know better.
He wanted to see me.
And you should, too.
I happen to like
Alfred, Mother.
The Eatons are
nothing and nobody.
The mother is a drunkard.
The father...
is a nouveau riche
war profiteer.
How do you know?
You haven't met them.
I have sources
of information.
If he were a gentleman...
he'd stay away...
before people start talking.
We don't want him.
That's all there is to it.
That isn't all there is to it.
I've broken
my engagement toJim.
I can't believe it.
Mary...
I forbid you to see this man again.
I don't like that word forbid.
It makes me want to disobey you.
In that case...
I shall have a talk
with Mr. Eaton.
Alfred or his father?
I meant the young man...
but you've given me an idea.
Don't do that, Father!
It's my life!
I don't have to take...
that kind of talk...
from Eugene St. John...
or any of that Dupont crowd!
You didn't.
You hung up on him.
If you'd stayed where you belong...
Maybe I don't like where I belong.
That's what sours your insides...
that my blood and your mother's...
is running through your veins.
That's why you get mixed up...
with a family who doesn't want you.
I'm not interested in her family!
You can't buy respectability...
by slipping a wedding ring on it.
Sometimes you end up...
with what you're running from.
And remember, I told you.
If you're through, I'm going.
Where, back to that apartment...
your friend porter...
and all those questionable
goings-on?
You haven't done
an honest day's work...
since you left the navy!
For your information...
I'm going into business
with Lex porter.
Business?
What kind of business?
Aircraft, private planes.
Airplanes.
That's right.
We're going to design them...
build them, and sell them.
What are you going
to use for money?
What are you going
to use for money?
It's already been taken care of.
Lex's family financing you?
That's right.
100%?
Yes, 100%.
You're putting your
head in a noose.
I was going to ask
you for my share...
but I changed my mind.
How much were you
going to ask me...
to give you?
Not give, lend.
What's the difference?
Well, here's what I think...
of your airplane business.
Put me down for $500.
Well, that's exactly
$500 more than I expected...
if I had asked you for it.
Wait a minute.
It's too late.
I've already signed the papers.
It's something else.
There's something
I have to know.
I've been wanting to ask you.
Come to the office.
I don't know how to start this.
I mean, where's the beginning?
Did you ever hear
of a man named Frolick?
Did you?
Yes.
In what connection?
I'd rather you put the question
some other way.
All right.
Did you ever meet this man?
I saw him once.
Did you beat him up?
Yes, I did.
Thank God.
Thank God it was you.
Maybe you're a lot of things...
I never gave you credit for...
but a man my age
can't change so quickly.
I can admit
I've been wrong...
all these years...
but that wouldn't
make anything right.
It won't take away
what I felt about you...
what I still feel...
regardless of what
I know in my brain.
Some time
when you have children...
you'll know.
One of them is in here.
He shines.
His voice is music.
You love him...
as though he never lived
in his mother's body.
That's the way
Billy was to me...
long before he died.
And when he died...
there was nobody
who understood...
what happened to me.
You were living...
you were alive...
a deliberate thing God did to me.
I didn't want another son...
or anyone in my life.
Not you, not even your mother.
Just Billy.
That's why your mother
took Frolick...
not because she's immoral...
because I didn't even tell her...
I didn't love her anymore.
She had to find that out for herself.
I guess she knew it before I did.
And yet, even knowing...
how badly it turned out
for everybody...
including myself...
I would do the same thing
over again.
It was so wonderful
loving Billy that much.
Always in your thoughts.
I can feel his arms
around my neck this minute.
Don't go.
Don't go?
What do you think I am?
Alfred, I didn't mean it!
Alfred, my s-son...
Alfred?
Hello, Mary.
Get in.
Good evening.
Good evening.
How's your father?
It's hard to tell.
He's always the same man...
sick or well.
Yes.
Old men may seem unchangeable...
to you, Alfred...
but life itself...
now, there's a different thing.
Consider this...
A week ago, I was opposed...
to any thought
of you two marrying.
Tonight, I'm not
only reconciled to it...
I'm secretly in favor of it.
Yes. Life's full
of unpredictable ironies.
Now, you wouldn't have thought...
it was going to be your own father...
who would be responsible...
for this change in my attitude.
My father? How?
By having this unfortunate
heart attack...
which automatically
transforms your life.
You suddenly change
from irresponsible young man...
to the active head of a family...
and Eaton Iron and Steel.
And this removes...
the objections we had to you...
as a prospective son-in-law.
You haven't had experience...
running a mill, Alfred...
but you can be sure
I'll help you...
in any way I can.
Thank you very much...
but I haven't got
the slightest intention...
of running my father's mill.
I plan to be active head
of my own family...
which means Mary and me.
Good night, sir.
Good night, Mary.
Do you give up?
Yes, I give up.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Eugene, lovely day
for a wedding.
[Knock On Door]
Hello, Mary.
I wouldn't miss this
for the world.
Don't go, Sage.
I think I'd better.
I read all your letters.
I know exactly how you feel.
Does he know you the way I do?
Does he know...
that wild and wonderful
nature of yours?
I think you'd better leave.
It won't work.
Please go.
You don't have to marry him...
to get what you want of him.
Good luck, Mary.
[Telephone Rings]
[Ring]
Yeah?
Hi. What's the matter...
you change your mind?
Alfred, do you love me?
Do I love you?
Of course I love you.
Is that why you called?
All right. I love you.
I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you.
And incidentally...
we have a date tonight.
Careful, now.
Somebody might be listening.
Yeah.
Bye-bye.
[Doorbell Buzzes]
Hi. Come on in.
I've got a great idea.
Porter-Eaton Flying Machine Company.
Tailspins, Incorporated.
Bottoms Up Corporation?
If Uncle Fritz ever heard me...
talking like this...
he'd probably take back the money.
Alfred, you trust me, don't you?
Why, sure, I do.
You're my best man.
I have to tell you
something, then.
I can't...
Your mother just phoned...
from the hospital.
She told me not
to say anything...
especially to you.
What is it?
Your father died
a few minutes ago.
I'm sorry.
Shall I tell them
to call off the wedding?
No.
Well, I guess he
hated me so much...
he couldn't even st...
stand to be alive...
on the day I got married.
Oh, I like this little baby.
She's like my ideal woman...
handles easily...
levels off without too much work.
Hey, buddy, you're not with me.
Oh, I'm with you.
Come on, what is it?
I saw those new engines
in the hangar today.
The navy ordered 100
from Continental.
We heard about it and got two.
Who's we?
Von Elm and myself.
Why wasn't I consulted?
We need engines, don't we?
I don't like your
going over my head.
How do you like it?
We're about to buzz
your happy little home...
and your happy little wife.
The least you can do...
is put a smile on
that sour pan of yours.
What did you marry,
a man or a mosquito?
Very much a man, Sage.
A delicious man and all man...
from the top of his head...
to the tip of his toes.
Uh-huh.
What was that "uh-huh" for?
You've been married over a year.
If you're about to say,
"Why no children?" don't.
That's my doing, not his.
Me talk about children?
I hate the little stinkers.
You absolutely shock me, Sage.
Why, because I say
what you secretly feel?
Oh, stop it.
It's unfair, you know...
the way I tell you everything
about Steve and me...
what it's like when
we're alone together...
and you not only
don't let me in on a thing...
that goes on between you
and that gorgeous fellow...
you even try to pull
the wool over my eyes.
The trouble with you...
is you're nothing
but a frustrated peeping Tom.
Wrong gender, darling.
Come on now,
woman-to-woman...
what's he like?
He's fine.
If only he'd come home
into your waiting arms...
a little more often, huh?
Precisely what can a group
of red-blooded American males...
do to an airplane propeller
until 4:00 in the morning?
Well, I don't think
I'd want a man...
who wasn't interested
in being successful.
Oh, I'm curious.
What does success look like...
when you turn out the lights?
Oh, you're impossible, Sage.
I say if work is a man's mistress...
then there's only one answer
for the wife...
another man.
And how is Jim Roper these days?
Ever hear from him?
Of course not.
Now, don't let faint heart...
spoil life's golden
opportunities, darling.
I don't want to seem a bore...
but I'm not interested in this.
What gives?
I don't know.
Pull it up.
I'm trying.
What happened?
Fortunately, he woke up in time.
Looked like the new
stabilizer to me.
What new stabilizer?
We're trying out
a modified version of the old one.
What's wrong with the unmodified
version of the old one?
Well, nothing, really...
but there's always
room for refinement.
Wait a minute.
I won't make a point
out of the fact...
that nobody told me
what's happening.
I got a bigger point to make.
You and Von Elm must
think we're running...
an aeronautical laboratory.
We're designing planes,
refining planes...
modifying planes,
redesigning planes.
We're doing everything
but selling planes.
Either we're in business or not.
I think we got
a good plane there.
Let's freeze the design...
start manufacturing,
and start selling.
And if you don't
see it that way...
we ought to sit down...
and have a serious talk.
In your office or mine?
Every time Sage
starts talking like that...
I get a little crazy.
I don't want
to win out anymore.
I just want to get out.
I feel like I'm blushing all over.
I'd hate to have her think I'm a...
What do you call me?
A hot number.
Lex doesn't give a hang
about business.
I went into this
to make money...
not in five years...
next year, tomorrow.
All I could think of
was one thing.
Hmm?
How much I wanted you.
If he and Von Elm want
to play Tiddlywinks...
with Fritz Thornton's money...
they can do it without me.
When we go there Sunday,
I'll tell them...
Either I get some control,
or I want out.
Darling?
Hmm?
You talk too much.
So long, Mary, Jim.
So long, Mary, Jim.
See you back at the house.
No, thanks.
Can we go inside,
Mr. Thornton?
You cold?
I'd like to have
a few words with you.
Sure you don't want to
keep an eye on Mary?
Why? She's a good skater.
That's not exactly what I meant.
You were my girl.
Obviously I wasn't your girl.
You wouldn't say awful things...
about somebody you cared about.
You made a fool out of me.
Think I'd be a little gentleman?
If you wanted to
make me feel terrible...
you've succeeded.
Jim, don't.
Now when I hold a girl,
I pretend it's you.
That's a filthy thing to say.
I've had a dozen girls
since you left me...
but they've all been you, Mary.
That's the way it's
going to be with you.
Some night in bed...
he'll turn into me.
You angry, Alfred,
or just thinking?
What?
Oh, no, I'm not angry.
I expected you to support Lex
and Von Elm.
I admit it would be easier
to make money now...
but it would be nothing...
compared to what might come
in 5 or 10 years...
if the itch for quick profits...
could remain unscratched for a while.
Well, I have to make a decision then...
don't I, Mr. Thornton?
Yes, I guess you do...
but not today.
On the seventh day...
the businessman should rest.
If it was nothing...
why were you running
away from him?
I was not running away.
My fingers were freezing.
Do you want a wife
with frozen fingers?
What did you two talk about?
He still loves me.
Thanks.
You wouldn't
have believed me...
if I said we talked
about the weather.
Did he kiss you?
Well, I bet he tried to kiss you.
Not only that...
he picked me up in his arms
and carried me off.
You're just trying
to make a joke out of it.
Darling, you're being silly.
I like him.
I always have liked him.
You can't expect me
to stop liking my men friends...
any more than I can expect you...
to stop liking your women friends.
Let's not talk about it.
That suits me fine.
Sandy! Sandy!
Alfred, stop the car.
Look.
Sandy!
Help! Help!
Help!
Help! Help!
Help!
Help!
Sandy fell in!
Ohh!
Oh, sir! Mr. MacHardie!
Sandy fell in.
He wouldn't listen to me.
Here, give him to me.
Get away from here.
Who are you?
I'm his grandfather.
Call a doctor,
the fire department. Hurry.
It's all right.
You can't begrudge them
for wanting to thank you.
I wish he'd let it go
at sending flowers.
You rescued the grandson
ofJames Duncan MacHardie...
who is only the most...
famous financier in America.
I know.
We'll get a lot more
than a houseful of flowers...
and an evening of gratitude,
you can be sure.
First he'll look us over...
to find out whether
we're sufficiently respectable.
Then he'll look me over...
to find out whether
my halo's bright enough...
to qualify me for one
of those desks of his...
at number 25 Wall Street...
An aging fortress of banking integrity.
You must admit the timing's perfect...
what with you planning to leave Lex...
and no job in sight.
How do you know I'll take his job?
Because I know you, darling...
and you're very shrewd, darling.
You're not at all the kind of man...
to turn down the opportunity
of a lifetime...
no matter how much
you protest, darling.
Besides, doesn't
Wall Street close up shop...
early in the afternoon?
I love the idea...
of your being available
to me more often.
Is that all it would mean to you?
What's wrong with a girl...
worrying about her own
needs now and then?
How nice of you to come.
I'm Jean Duffy...
Mr. MacHardie's daughter...
and Sandy's
very grateful mother.
This is my husband Creighton.
We wanted to thank you alone...
And we do...
but we also wanted Sandy...
to meet the gentleman...
who saved his life.
Oh. Sandy, dear.
This is Mrs. Eaton.
Hello, Sandy.
And Mr. Eaton
you have met before.
Glad you dried off.
Thank you very much...
for fishing me out of the pond.
My pleasure.
And?
And... Oh, yes.
And it's a good thing...
I wasn't any smaller...
or you'd have had to
throw me back.
Oh, very good.
Good. Now, son,
skedaddle.
Good night, Sandy.
Now you're ready
for your cocktail.
Creighton, will you
and Mrs. Eaton lead the way?
You were very sweet
to him, Mr. Eaton.
I'd like you to meet
the other guests...
Mrs. Ripley...
Lady Sevringham...
Mrs. Pearson...
Lord Sevringham.
My father you know, of course.
Glad to see you again, sir.
And Mr. Thornton.
Mr. And Mrs. Eaton.
I think that does it.
I didn't expect
to see you here.
It might turn out
to be something of an occasion.
Watch out for Creighton Duffy.
He's a member
of MacHardie and Company...
but only because
he's a son-in-law.
Resents competition.
You have a Portland, Oregon...
and a Portland, Maine.
Why, when you have
a new country like this...
and a splendid opportunity...
to start from scratch
with all-new names...
why must you have two Portlands?
Well, we have a lot worse than that.
You've heard of California.
I have a friend there.
And you've heard of Indiana.
Yes, I think so.
And Pennsylvania.
[Lord Sevringham]
Philadelphia is in Pennsylvania.
But we have a California
in Pennsylvania...
and an Indiana
in Pennsylvania.
I'm not at all surprised.
You have a place in New York...
called the Polo Grounds...
and all they do there
is play baseball and football.
I never saw an elephant
in Piccadilly Circus.
Did you?
Well, gentlemen...
I think brandy and cigars
are in order.
Creighton, will you
play host in the lounge...
while I have a few words
with Mr. Eaton?
I like the way you handle yourself,
young man.
It was a lucky shot.
I was not referring...
to your manipulation
of a cue stick.
Oh?
I've made inquiries
about you, Mr. Eaton...
and the results have
been most satisfying.
I'm very flattered.
I'm not in the habit...
of offering positions
with J.D. MacHardie and Company...
to men who qualify...
as lifeguards and nothing more.
That seems to make good sense...
just as a sensible man...
ought never to accept anything...
that life has to offer...
unless he's absolutely sure...
that that's what he wants.
Can a man be that sure of his goals?
I think so.
Tell me yours.
I want to live in a big world...
compete with big people,
and make big money.
How big is big?
As big as you are, sir.
Certainly bigger than my father.
I always wanted
to top my father, too.
It helped me
to achieve what I did...
even if I fell short
by almost 30 million.
I don't intend to fall short.
And preferably not with your present
business associates?
There is such a thing
as information, Mr. Eaton.
And you've got it.
How long will it take you
to settle your affairs?
Two months.
Shall we join the ladies?
At your pleasure.
[Telephone Rings]
Yeah.
What?
You're right, Mary.
I'm sorry.
I said I'm sorry.
Well, why don't you
go on ahead, then...
and I'll meet you there.
Yeah. What?
Yeah. Right now.
Absolutely.
When will he get back?
In time for Christmas, he hopes.
What's he doing in California?
He's not in California.
That was last year.
It's Colorado.
What's he doing in Colorado?
Buying a copper mine
for Mr. MacHardie.
Well, make sure
he buys you one, too.
How is every little thing
in Baton Rouge, Louisiana?
It is Louisiana, isn't it?
Alfred, you'll have to speak up.
I can't hear you.
Look, why don't you
come a little closer...
like, uh, New York City?
That's in New York state,
remember?
I am not.
I've only had one teeny
little glass of champagne.
Hmm?
Oh, just the usual crowd.
You know, Sage and Steve...
and Nancy and Parker Wells...
and... nobody else
you know, I don't think.
Yes, dear, I will.
Mm-hmm. You, too.
Bye-bye.
Tell him we can meet
whenever it's convenient.
Mr. Eaton...
Mr. MacHardie wishes...
to have lunch with you at 12:00.
I've got another engagement.
It is now 3 minutes to 12:00, sir.
All right.
Thank you, sir.
See if you can catch
Mrs. Eaton at home...
and if it's too late,
just call the restaurant.
You will be there...
posing as one
of our bond salesmen...
opening up new territory...
eyes open, ear to the ground.
Find out all you can...
about a man named
Ralph W. Benziger.
Benziger.
If we ever make...
sizable commitments
in that area...
this is the man we might want
to take charge...
provided his hands are clean.
That's for you to find out...
what kind of man he is.
A question, sir.
Was it Mr. Duffy
that suggested me...
for this expedition
to Mountain City?
In the past,
you might have felt...
that Mr. Duffy recommended you
for other surveys...
in order to keep you
away from home base.
Perhaps that may have
been in his mind.
It's of no interest to me.
I am interested only in results.
I may tell you, young man...
they have been
enormously profitable...
and largely due to the shrewdness
of your reports.
Thank you, sir.
Uh, not to go beyond
the walls of this room...
The only gold stars on
my son-in-law's record...
have been his
recommendation of you...
for these assignments.
How long will I be gone?
You'll be there about two months.
Can I take my wife?
I prefer not.
Plan to leave not later
than Friday night.
Friday night?
We just moved into
our New York apartment.
We've got 35 people
coming over on Sunday.
I've never made
any sacrifice for this firm...
that I didn't feel amply repaid.
No dessert for me.
Good luck
and good day to you.
[Man Laughs]
Well, good night, Mary.
Thank you, Steve.
Thank you.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Why didn't you meet us?
Didn't you see the note I left?
I got home too late.
I had to finish that Dunham Report.
I suppose I'm supposed to know...
what the Dunham Report is.
One of the trivial little things...
that helps pay to keep you...
neck and neck
with Harper's Bazaar.
Incidentally, just where
did you wear that little number...
until 2:00 this morning?
I wore this little number
to the Mona Lisa.
Would you unzip me
in the back, please?
I thought Sage didn't
like that place anymore.
Oh, Sage wasn't along.
She stayed home
with a bad tooth or something.
What, just you and her husband?
Just little old us.
Can't you do any
better than that?
As a matter of fact,
I could have...
but he had another date...
with the Dingham Report.
Dunham.
Oh, so sorry. Dunham.
Suppose you tell me
what was so important...
that you left me
sitting alone today...
over a chicken salad sandwich...
while you had lunch with MacHardie.
He's giving me a new assignment...
the coal regions of Pennsylvania.
Tsk tsk tsk.
I'd give you the details...
but you're obviously not interested.
I have to leave Friday night.
And what about the party on Sunday?
I know. I'm sorry.
And just how long do you suppose...
you'll be gone this time?
About two months.
And of course I am forbidden
to go with you...
or to visit you because...
It's not exactly forbidden, but...
The trouble with this company...
is it's run by old men.
I hope you know what
they're doing to us.
What should I do, resign?
Ha!
I'm not going to sit around...
and stare at four walls again.
You don't have to.
If somebody invites me
to the theater...
- I'm going to the theater.
- Go to the theater!
What if it's somebody
you don't know...
a man?
I don't want you having dates
with guys I don't know.
Suppose it's somebody
you know and don't like?
For instance?
Jim Roper.
What made you think of him?
He's coming to the party on Sunday.
How did that happen?
I ran into him on Fifth Avenue
and invited him.
In that case, I'm glad
I'm not going to be here.
It's probably just as well
if that's your attitude.
Yeah, it is my attitude.
Another thing... You're not
going out with Jim Roper...
and that's final!
Final?
Yes.
That's final.
Well, I wouldn't be too sure.
You go right along
to Pennsylvania...
and you play with
your grimy coal miners...
but don't be too sure.
[Train Whistle Blows]
[Shouting]
Anything on that call
to New York?
[Knocking]
Come in.
Here you are, sir.
Keep trying, will you?
They're celebrating
the football game.
No kidding.
They play on Sunday?
Sure. Mountain City
beat the Steamrollers 28 to nothing.
Thanks.
Hey, you're that Providence left end.
I know you.
Nope. Sorry.
You played awful dirty.
You should have been thrown
out of the game.
I was.
No, you weren't,
but you should have been.
You're cute.
Come on in and join us.
I've got a couple of quarts.
I'm in training.
For what?
I'll bet you're married.
You're absolutely right.
My wife gave a party today.
She did?
You know who was there?
Who?
Not me.
Oh. Why don't we
stay in here, then?
I bet you won't be sorry...
'cause when I like a fella...
grrr!
I hate to say no to a lady.
Well, don't.
But you got to beat it.
What do you mean?
I just got here.
And you just went out.
Well, luck to you, Buckley!
[Telephone Rings]
Hello.
Hello, Mary?
Hello.
I've been calling all evening.
Well, nobody was here.
We all went to dinner
at Michel's after the party.
Who's "we"?
Peg and Bill, Sage and Steve...
and Jim Roper and I.
Who brought you home?
Jim.
How long did he stay?
About half an hour.
You going to see him again?
I don't know... Oh, yes.
He'll be at Peg and Bill's Friday
for dinner.
Then he'll undoubtedly
bring you home.
Possibly. I don't know.
You know what you're
doing, don't you?
Yes. I'm showing you
I won't stay cooped up...
while you're free as a bird...
all in the holy name of career.
Listen, I don't want that guy
in our apartment anymore.
Mm-hmm.
You tell him, or I'll come back
and tell him myself.
If I do, he'll have a tough time...
explaining a busted head
to his patients.
Very well. I'll tell him.
Is that all?
Yeah, that's all.
You're not to
come up here anymore.
People don't think
of this area as being cold.
We have readings
of 15, 18, 20 degrees below.
I'm glad you came in
to see me today, Mr. Eaton.
I'm not always
as talkative as this.
Maybe that's because
I don't run across many...
who are willing to listen.
It's my pleasure, Mr. Benziger.
I mean it.
That's mighty nice of you.
Makes me feel poorly...
about not being in the market
for any bonds right now.
I know how it is breaking in
a new territory.
We've got good days
and bad days.
This happens to be
one of my good ones.
Local folks tell me you've been making
a few inquiries about me.
Yes, sir. A little.
If you heard anything disgraceful,
it's probably true.
You down here all by yourself?
Mm-hmm.
Pretty lonesome town.
My wife's back in New York.
Taking care of the kiddies, eh?
No. No kiddies.
Oh.
[Intercom Buzzes]
Excuse me.
Yes?
Well, put her on.
Hello, Natalie.
Oh, uh, let's see. Uh...
in about, oh, 15 minutes.
Yeah, I will.
Oh, hold on a second.
You're alone.
Why don't you join us for dinner?
You won't get as good
a steak anywhere...
I guarantee you.
If that's an invitation,
I'm sold.
Good.
Nat?
Tell Mother I'm bringing
a guest for dinner.
I will.
Bye.
[Barking]
[Barking]
Quiet, Rocco, it's all right, yes.
He can be pretty loud at times.
My wife and daughter...
are alone a good deal at night.
Hello, Dad.
Hi, Nat.
Natalie, this is Mr. Eaton.
How do you do?
Won't you come in?
Oh, Dad.
Like the side of a matchbox.
Can't think why.
I shaved at 5:00 this morning.
I'll take those, Mr. Eaton.
They usually go under the stairs...
but we're getting new shelves.
You hear that, Dad?
I heard. I know.
I haven't finished them yet.
This is the den...
but as you see,
it's as much office as den.
I'll go get Mother.
Be down in a minute.
I'd never seen a mine
before last Monday.
This one of yours?
Yes. That's number four.
Dad wanted to call it
the Natalie...
but he was overruled.
This one's number one.
It's the oldest, but
number four is our pride and joy.
When built, it was the most electrified
colliery in the world.
Hmm.
This is my favorite room
in the whole house.
I used to come here
and do my homework.
Especially your arithmetic.
Why do you say that?
So your father could help you.
No. I was very good in arithmetic...
but he did help me
with everything else.
He'll help you
with a drink in a second.
I'm in no hurry for one.
Tell me...
Yes?
How does it feel
to be someone like you...
blooming in a coal
town like this?
Do you really want to know?
Mm-hmm.
Well, I love it here.
When the mountains
are covered with laurel or snow...
there's something
so beautiful about them.
And the people, too.
The miners.
The old ones,
not the young.
I've been in so many
of their homes.
Not much time
left to them.
Not much to show
for working hard all their lives...
yet they have such
dignity and wisdom...
sorrow and pride.
Oh, Mother,
this is Mr. Eaton.
Good evening.
It's nice of you to come.
You're kind to have me.
Why is everyone standing around?
Let's have a drink.
Nothing for me, dear.
Nor me, Dad.
What's wrong with you people?
Mr. Eaton?
Straight scotch is fine.
That's my boy.
Only one drink now.
We don't want
our steak ruined.
Welcome to our city.
Welcome to our home.
And all that's beautiful in it.
I guess we live closer
to basic instincts here...
than some other regions
I could name.
These miners are
a pretty hard-bitten lot.
Sometimes they start home
a little drunk...
fall down an air shaft...
get bitten by a rattlesnake...
drown in a dam.
Yet I have to say
I can't blame the men...
[Clock Chimes]
Goodness, I had no idea.
Well, I can finish this tomorrow.
Coming to bed?
Maybe I'm a softie...
baby the men too much, but...
Good night, Mr. Eaton.
Good night.
Thank you very much.
We enjoyed having you.
I might as well say
good night, too.
Nat, would you keep
Mr. Eaton company for a minute?
Mother has a heart condition.
She never stays up
later than 10:00.
What do you do
with your time...
or do you have
a heart condition, too?
No, I have no particular
heart condition...
of either kind.
I do welfare work, gardening,
go to the movies...
the usual.
Would you go to the movies
with me sometime?
No.
'Cause I'm married?
That's a pretty good reason...
at least in Mountain City.
How about going to the movies
with me in Philadelphia?
Mr. Eaton, you probably have
a very nice wife.
I suppose you're angry
because I asked you.
No. I consider it
a compliment.
I hope you do.
You're the first person I've asked out
since I've been married.
Thank you.
There's some other things...
I really don't want to encourage
this conversation.
Mother all right, Dad?
Oh, yes.
I had some things to tell her.
I won't be seeing her in the morning.
I guess I'll be wandering along.
Natalie's having some people
for dinner Saturday.
It'd be nice if you came, too.
I don't think Mr. Eaton
would enjoy himself.
It's just our bridge club.
I'll take a rain check.
Another time.
That would be better.
All right...
but we hope you'll come back
for dinner sometime.
Good night, Mr. Eaton.
Good night, sir.
Good night.
Good night.
[Telephone Rings]
Hello.
Hello.
Natalie?
I was just thinking about you.
What were you thinking?
I'm glad you did the right thing.
You said no and...
turned me out
into the cold and lonely night.
Don't.
You saved me
from making a big mistake.
Maybe it was I
who made the mistake.
What do you mean?
I don't know.
I'm not sure. Are you?
No.
There's a drive-in movie
just outside of town.
The last show starts at 9:30.
Yes?
Tomorrow night?
Tomorrow night.
The last row of cars.
Ayellow Plymouth convertible...
slightly covered with coal dust.
We're probably making
a big mistake.
You know that, don't you?
Yes.
I know.
Good night.
Good night.
Hello.
Hello.
I guess we're the only two people
watching the movie.
You know something?
What?
I don't even know
your first name.
Actually, it's David.
David Alfred Eaton.
See, I liked David,
and my father liked Alfred...
so it was Alfred.
May I call you David?
If you like.
[Movie Music Stops]
Do you believe in love
at first sight?
No.
Neither do I.
I believe in confusion.
Yes.
A man walks around in a desert
all his life looking for water.
All he ever finds is sand.
I didn't know you were
lost in the desert.
I didn't know it either...
until last night.
I walked into a house
where there was warmth...
that didn't come from radiators.
I saw your mother and father,
and I saw you.
You're lonely.
You're away from home, that's all.
No. In one evening...
my whole life
seemed to change.
I know it sounds ridiculous...
but you made me feel...
like I'd been cheated
out of something all my life.
It's funny...
That movie out there
doesn't seem so bad...
with the sound turned off.
In other words,
you'd like me to shut up.
No. I'd like you to do
much more than that.
Now you've got me
lost in the desert.
I guess we're all out here...
searching.
Even your wife?
I didn't sleep very well
last night after I left you...
and now many things
seem clearer to me.
I don't know if you're
still in love with your wife...
but I do know that you haven't
given up on your marriage.
I know if we stop now,
we'll never do injury to anyone...
except possibly ourselves.
"I want to say goodbye...
"but not in a letter.
So I'll have to see you
one last time."
[Car Approaches]
Sure it's all right?
What?
Oh, I don't know.
Our cars being parked
so close together?
Nobody uses this road.
In fact, nobody knows this place...
except wild rabbits and squirrels...
chipmunks and field mice...
and birds and butterflies and...
falling leaves.
Which one of those are you?
I don't know.
A squirrel, perhaps, or...
maybe just a coward.
I saved your letter.
You know, I realize
something now, David.
What?
It was the proper
way to say goodbye.
The only way.
Natalie.
Yes?
Look at me.
You know something?
Even if we never
see each other again...
something very good
has happened...
'cause you'll know
for the rest of your life that...
just the sight of you...
just the sound of your voice...
created a feeling in me
that was so strong...
that I couldn't treat it
as polite conversation...
or with silence.
And I...
I'll always remember a...
a sad, lonely,
searching young man...
who passed through my life
for a brief moment.
And I loved his sadness...
his loneliness...
his searching.
Please don't.
Well, I'll make it easier.
I'm leaving here.
I'm going back
to New York tonight.
In three weeks,
I accomplished all I set out to...
more than I intended.
Will we be writing to each other?
What do you think?
No.
Of course not.
Welcome back.
I ordered for both of us.
Fine.
I haven't studied your report...
but I did glance through it briefly.
Its thoroughness convinced me...
that I've no reason
to be displeased with you...
for coming back so soon.
You did what was
expected of you.
I'm glad you agreed about Benziger.
Fine man.
However, that's not
what I wanted to talk about.
We don't want to be disturbed.
I'll get right to the point.
Have you seen your wife...
or did you come here directly...
from Mountain City?
Mary? No.
I got home last night.
She was still out on Long Island...
and she hadn't returned
when I left this morning.
May I assume you're aware...
of trouble in your home?
Would you care to be more specific?
Well, now, you see...
our Mr. Hasbrouck...
who, as you know,
has nothing...
but the highest
regard for you...
happens to live
in Westport, Connecticut.
So it was inevitable...
he should hear about
your wife's presence...
at the home of a neighbor...
Mr. And Mrs. Joseph Cash.
Cash? I don't know them.
No, you don't.
But Dr. James Roper does...
and it was there...
that he spent last weekend
with your wife...
after the Princeton-Yale
football game.
You have my word...
or Mr. Hasbrouck's word...
that that particular
host and hostess...
make a practice of having...
a houseful of guests
every weekend...
the attraction being
that there'll be no checking...
on who sleeps in which room.
Aren't you jumping to conclusions?
I can assure you...
that Mr. Hasbrouck
made quite certain...
your wife's affair
was an open secret...
before he invited
Eugene St. John to lunch.
Eugene St. John?
Their talk was most informal.
St. John agreed...
to take no action right now...
but he promised to speak
to his daughter...
when you decided
it was necessary or advisable...
and that is where
the matter stands.
That's not where
the matter stands...
where I'm concerned.
It's none of this firm's business...
what my wife does.
I'm surprised Mr. St. John
didn't tell Percy Hasbrouck...
to go to the devil.
He probably realized...
what's good for your future...
is good for his daughter's.
If there's anything...
he, I, or anyone can do...
to save your marriage...
he's for it.
What if I don't want
to save my marriage?
Then we've failed.
Then you have failed, Eaton.
Divorce is a damnable thing.
It violates good order.
It's a threat to good order.
Isn't it just possible...
that infidelity might be
grounds for a divorce?
There are no grounds for divorce.
If you want my personal theology...
infidelity is the lesser sin.
I'd do anything in my power...
to prevent a divorce.
Including condoning infidelity?
I consider your word
"condone" disrespectful.
I condone none of it.
The problem of infidelity...
is between husband
and wife and God.
The problem of divorce...
concerns the whole of civilization.
What is marriage?
An exchange of vows, a contract.
It is my duty to myself...
and to any man working for me...
to demand that he honor
all his contracts.
When you came here...
you found out we always
honor our word...
even if it means taking a loss.
This is the first
opportunity you've had...
of putting yourself to our test.
And if I don't meet your test?
You've worked hard and well, Eaton.
You have a fine,
hard-earned record with us.
You can't afford
to throw that away.
I can afford to do as I please.
And I say with all due respect...
that you can afford
nothing of the kind.
I wasn't going to tell you this.
I didn't want it to form
part of your decision...
but I like you, Eaton...
and I don't want to lose you.
Only you and I will know...
that I mentioned it
at this early date.
Mentioned what?
The roll-top desk.
The partnership.
I've had discussions with the board...
and it's only a question of time...
and much less now
than you might suppose.
Stay where you are, son.
You've a lot of thinking to do.
But don't do it all now.
You've had a bad time.
Well, you're back.
Was the trip successful?
Yeah.
Are you back for good...
or is this just a visit?
For good.
Finished up sooner
than you expected?
Mm-hmm.
Sooner than you expected, too.
Now that I'm back...
you'll have to start
behaving yourself.
Did you say start?
I know all about you
and Roper at the Cashes'.
I could subpoena everybody
that was up there...
and divorce you
in New York state.
But you won't...
because Mr. MacHardie
wouldn't like that.
You think you're pretty
clever, but you're not.
You flaunted your affair publicly.
I don't like a wife
thumbing her nose at me.
And I don't like...
having a husband
who isn't a husband.
What do you think you're doing?
What does it look like?
What do you expect me to do,
enter a convent?
I'm sure you'll
find yourself a woman...
if you haven't already.
You just better be careful.
You'd better be able...
to explain every minute
of your time.
Or you'll do what?
I'll put you where
you're afraid of landing...
in the tabloids,
page one, two, or three.
Take your choice!
I know why you're
doing this to me!
It's not our marriage...
you're trying to hold together.
It's your own sick dream...
of 5 million before you're 40!
Be the big man...
bigger than your father!
[Sobbing]
Mr. Eaton...
will you go directly into
the partners' room, please?
Mr. Duffy...
please go directly
into the partners' room.
Ah, Creighton, come in.
Alfred,
come in and sit down.
Now, we've been having a go...
at the Nassau Aeronautical
Corporation proposal...
and we've been
taking under consideration...
Nassau's request...
that we underwrite
a common-stock issue...
to finance a plant expansion.
Nassau obviously wants to expand...
because they expect
to land a sizable contract...
to manufacture their new
E1 -FX plane for the navy...
and it behooves us
to look into this E1 -FX...
to see how good an aircraft it is...
before we commit
MacHardie and Company...
to getting involved.
Sir...
isn't the United States Navy's interest...
in the planes...
sufficient endorsement for us?
Ordinarily it should be...
but in this case...
my sixth sense tells me...
that we ought at least to conduct...
a routine investigation of the E1 -FX...
before underwriting the venture...
particularly as we have on our team...
a man so well qualified to do it.
Alfred, you're not only
a personal friend...
of Alexander Porter...
but you were
associated with NAC...
in the days before
it rose to prominence...
in the aircraft
manufacturing field.
Some people seem to think...
my departure from Nassau...
marked the beginning of its rise.
Wouldn't we be placing Mr. Eaton...
in a rather embarrassing position...
by asking him to attempt...
to exercise impartial judgment...
where his close friend
Mr. Porter is concerned?
And who would you recommend
for the job, Creighton?
Well, sir...
inasmuch as
I brought this venture...
to the firm's attention...
and inasmuch as I'm familiar...
with all of its ramifications...
I have every confidence
in Mr. Eaton's judgment and loyalty.
Alfred, how long
will it take you...
to get this underway?
By a fortunate coincidence, sir...
Mrs. Eaton and I...
will be at Mr. Porter's table...
at a charity ball Saturday night.
There's no rule...
saying a man
can't take advantage...
of his host, is there?
I'd like to say I'm close...
to everything
that goes on at Nassau...
but I'm just the titular head...
if you'll pardon the expression.
Thanks to Uncle Fritz' money...
I reap the dividends,
the profits, and the credit.
Yes, thank you.
Von Elm's the real brains.
He'll give you all the facts you need.
Can you set it up?
I'll see you get
the run of the place.
Thanks.
Can I ask you a corny question?
If you don't mind a corny answer.
Are you getting anything
out of your success...
besides more success?
Why don't you say
what you mean?
All right.
Let's talk about Mary.
Nothing to talk about.
Things any better?
They're not any worse.
They'll never get any better.
I'm not interested, thank you.
I'm not good enough for you?
You might say that.
You won't be the first dissatisfied wife...
I've made happy.
I'd like to go back to the table.
He doesn't even know you're alive...
what perfume you're wearing...
or how gorgeous you are.
Everyone knows it. So do you.
Let go of me, please.
Don't act.
I know all about you.
Do you?
Alfred...
would you take
me home, please?
I thought you were
having a merry old time.
Good night.
It was delightful.
Good night, princess.
You were a charming host.
But corny?
Get my car, please.
Yes, sir.
[Whistles]
Hello, Natalie.
Hello.
It's nice
to see you again.
Do you know my wife Mary?
Natalie Benziger.
How do you do,
Mrs. Eaton?
Hello, miss Benziger.
What brings you to New York?
A little shopping expedition.
Are you here with your mother?
No. With a friend...
Mrs. English.
Caroline English.
How's your father?
He's fine, thank you.
Where did you two
know each other...
in Philadelphia?
I tried to sell Natalie's father
some bonds...
that time when I was down
in Mountain City.
In Pennsylvania, remember?
Yes, I remember.
Well, good night,
Mrs. Eaton.
It's very nice meeting you.
Good night, Natalie.
Good night.
Well...
and what does she call you?
Huh?
Miss, um... Benziger.
She calls me Mrs. Eaton...
and you call her Natalie...
but she doesn't call you anything.
Aren't you Mr. Eaton or Alfred?
As a matter of fact,
I'm Calvin Coolidge...
but she doesn't know that.
She's really quite lovely, you know.
And you know me. I like men.
So I'm told.
When she's that lovely...
I find it hard to hate her.
I think you were lucky.
I was?
Yes. She has something
I haven't got...
Niceness.
But then I have something
she hasn't got.
Me?
No.
Honesty and guts.
She has no guts.
What are you doing?
Don't worry. I'm not
calling your girlfriend.
I don't have to.
Dr. Roper, please.
Hello, Jim?
Remember me?
Exactly.
Look, why don't we
have dinner sometime?
Tomorrow night?
Aren't I, though?
Fine. I'll meet you at your place.
Marvelous.
Any objections?
I have no facts and no evidence...
so this is what I'm going to do.
It's all I can do.
Just like that?
Yes, just like that.
I let you talk to foremen,
designers, mechanics...
public relations men.
Everybody
but the test pilot.
I'm sure they told you
everything they know.
They were instructed
to be cooperative.
I'll bet they were.
Everybody's been very helpful.
E1 -FX is the greatest plane...
to ever sprout wings.
Maybe it can fly, too.
What am I supposed to say?
I don't want you to say
anything, Von Elm.
Before I go back to Wall Street...
and report the failure of a mission...
I'll give you one hour...
to produce this test pilot...
that's been so mysteriously busy.
Suppose I can't find him.
Then you're in the wrong business.
Don't think that won't
be in my report, too.
Wait a minute.
Get Kelly in here.
Yes, sir.
If somebody like me
didn't know you well...
they'd figure you
to walk in here...
with a whole set
of prejudices against us.
You left this company
when it was nothing...
because you thought
it would always be nothing.
I'm glad I'm known so well...
by somebody like you.
[Knock Knock]
Come in.
You sent for me, sir?
This is Jerry Kelly,
our test pilot.
I think Mr. Kelly and I
will take a walk.
What do you mean, a walk?
That's where you put one foot...
in front of the other.
All the time we've wasted.
I'll make it up to you.
I intend to make you do that.
Every time I'm with you this way...
I get the strangest feeling.
Well, I'm a strange man.
Are you?
Mmm.
And you're a strange woman.
How am I strange?
Haven't you discovered that yet?
No.
Well, I'll let you find out.
Jim.
Hmm?
Do you love me?
Love you?
Honey, I adore you...
but I don't believe in love...
any more than you do.
I believe in you wanting me
and me wanting you.
That's what brings you here...
and that's what will
keep us together.
Then I don't suppose
there's any sense...
in us talking about marriage...
or even thinking about it.
Look, let's have no more talk...
about love or eternal devotion...
shall we?
Jim!
Want me.
Please want me.
Oh, David...
the first real thing
in a whole long year.
I had to see you again.
This is really why
I came to New York.
Well, I'm glad you did.
I've... I've been wondering...
wondering about so many things.
You have?
Yes.
Your wife, she's...
Iovelier than I thought she'd be.
And you're still with her,
aren't you?
We live under the same roof.
That's all.
David...
is there someplace we can go?
So there it is.
Or there it was.
I could have
divorced her for it.
I could have,
but I didn't...
because it would have meant
damaging my career.
God help me.
My career seems
to be more important...
than I ever thought
it could be.
I put you out of my mind...
and buried myself
in my work...
even deeper than before.
But I guess
it never really worked...
because whenever
I thought of you, it was...
it was always with love.
Then the other night...
the moment I saw you...
it was like seeing you
that very first time.
But I felt real danger
for both of us.
You see, that's why...
I wish I'd had the courage
not to phone you.
So be careful, Natalie.
I have nothing to offer you...
except pain...
deep, tender, loving pain...
And I don't want to hurt you.
You understand
what I'm trying to say?
Yes, I do.
If you had any sense...
you'd get up from the table...
and never see me again.
Do you want me to?
Oh, David.
I can't bear being
with you any longer...
just talking.
Is there someplace we can go?
No, Natalie.
A hotel?
You wouldn't like that.
No... neither would you.
But arrange it, darling, please.
Busy, busy, busy.
How's the Nassau Investigation going?
Don't you want to wait for my report?
Only if I have to.
Don't worry. You'll get
the whole story tomorrow.
I hear you had a talk
with their test pilot...
a fellow named Kelly?
That's right.
You saved my son's life once.
You might want to do the same...
for his old man.
You skate on thin ice,
you'll get your feet wet.
Weren't you skating
on thin ice last night...
making love in public
to a young lady...
who bears no resemblance
to your wife?
You should be
more careful, Alfred.
Wait a minute. Let's be
a little realistic.
We may want to do
each other a big favor.
Do me a favor.
Get out of the way.
You know as well as I do...
that Mr. MacHardie has
some hidebound notions...
about improper behavior
around here.
Like the improper way...
you tried to turn the Nassau deal
into your own private game?
I got proof I plan to put
before the board tomorrow.
Oh, you wouldn't do that...
because if you do,
you go with me...
You and your plaything.
Why don't you go jump in the lake?
No. That's your specialty.
That's how you got
into this company...
in the first place.
[Doorbell Buzzes]
Sir...
could I interest you...
in a set of the
Encyclopaedia Britannica?
Step right this way, young lady...
and we will discuss the matter.
Thank you.
Oh, darling,
hold on to me.
Don't let me run away.
I almost didn't come.
I turned back twice.
You know, we don't
have to stay here.
We could go for a walk
or out for dinner...
go to the mov...
Champagne?
Come here.
Look.
It's lovely.
You know, I think I'm going
to remember this night...
for all time...
and someday,
when we finally part...
I'll go to Spain...
and live with my memories...
as soon as I see you
getting tired of me.
You'll be too old to travel
when that happens.
I love you...
more than I ever thought
I could love anybody.
I love you, David.
Message from Mr. Duffy.
Get out!
Get more of the girl.
I got plenty.
Let's go.
Come on, let's go!
Why do I feel this...
this kind of death?
Of what?
I don't know.
You were just thinking...
of what your mother and father
would feel...
if they saw one of those
photographs of us.
I wasn't thinking that,
and I won't let you.
Can't keep it out
of your mind forever.
Unless I play ball
with Duffy tomorrow...
you're going to be
undressed in public...
smeared all over the newspapers.
I don't care.
You've got to believe that.
I knew what I was doing.
I've got to accept the consequences,
whatever they are.
Well, I won't let them
do it to you.
Not to me.
If you're going to let
that man blackmail you...
it's to protect your career.
Everything you've
worked for, not me.
You see?
That's the death I feel.
There will always be that uncertainty
for you, won't there?
Why you did it, for whom.
Well, I don't think
I could live with that.
Can't we end
this kind of talk?
You're very close to saying
final things, Natalie.
Maybe they have to be said.
Maybe there never really
was any future for us...
and it took
your friend Mr. Duffy...
to wake us up from the dream.
You know what you're doing,
don't you?
Sending me back to Mary...
and yourself back to Mountain City.
Is that what you want?
Well, if it is...
why don't you say so?
Because the moment I do...
I'll feel that my life is over.
You're trying to force me
to say it, then.
I guess maybe I am.
All right, then...
if that's the way you want it.
Goodbye, Natalie.
Goodbye.
[Door Shuts]
Is something wrong?
Anything you want to unload?
The least I can do is listen.
You know something, Alfred?
You and I could have
such a pleasant relationship...
if you'd just unbend a little.
What kind of relationship?
Whatever we like...
whenever we like it, silly.
Of course, I know there's
no love lost between us, but...
if you'd just stop playing the role...
of the aggrieved husband...
we might have the same
enjoyable relationship...
that a lot of our
married friends have.
Well, I've seen you look at me...
when I knew you wanted me...
and I certainly wanted you.
And you just turned around...
and walked back
in your own bedroom.
I always thought,
"He's such a fool...
such a waste."
Now, wouldn't it be nicer...
if we were friends this way?
Shut up.
You look like an old man
tonight, Alfred.
What's the matter,
is your girlfriend giving you trouble?
I don't want to talk about it.
I hope you haven't been
stringing her along...
and telling her
you were going to get a divorce.
Knowing women, I'm sure
she kept hoping you would...
and now she's angry
because you won't.
I always knew she had no guts.
Well, am I wrong?
Is your girlfriend
holding out on you...
and demanding marriage?
Mary, please.
If it'll do you any good...
you can tell her...
it's not just your boss man
Mr. MacHardie...
who's standing in your way.
You can tell her that
you also have a wife...
who happens to like
her marital arrangement...
and doesn't intend to change it.
Why not?
It gives me status, security...
and a wonderful kind of freedom.
Well, why are you staring at me?
When I think...
of the misery that
we've brought each other...
the wasted years,
betrayals, humiliations...
I'm not blaming you for it.
I guess I did as much as you did...
to destroy whatever
we had between us...
but it's gone now.
It's beyond recovery, dead.
That's all right.
We don't need it.
As a matter of fact...
maybe it would be more
interesting without it.
I'm going to bed now, Alfred.
I'm really
not that bad, remember?
[Doorbell Rings]
Mr. Eaton?
Yeah.
Sign here, please.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Before we hear Mr. Eaton's report...
on the Nassau Aeronautical
Corporation situation...
I have a few words to say...
of a very happy nature.
All right, Henry.
I know you'll forgive me...
for breaking one of our
more tiresome traditions...
if I decorate this stale
but profitable room today...
with the presence
of an attractive young lady.
Gentlemen...
Mrs. Alfred Eaton.
How do you do?
Right over there, Mary.
Mrs. Eaton was let
into our little secret...
several days ago...
and if I may judge
by the look of surprise...
on her husband's face...
she's kept her secret...
better than most women are
considered capable of doing.
Now, Alfred,
I come to something...
which is no secret...
and that is the high esteem...
in which you are held
by this firm.
I speak not only for myself,
but for all my partners.
You have dedicated yourself
to your work...
with a devotion
that might serve...
as an example to all young men...
who aspire to success.
You have sacrificed...
your own pleasures
and pastimes for us.
You have traveled all over
the country for us.
You've sat at your desk...
until 3:00 and 4:00
in the morning for us.
And time and again...
you have executed
difficult assignments...
with more boldness and courage...
than we had any right to expect.
Not only that...
And this
is especially important...
You have made us proud
of your performance...
in the private walks
of your life as well.
I think you know
what I mean now.
There you have
conducted yourself...
with a wisdom,
maturity, good taste...
and a fine sense of responsibility...
to your business position.
And in a few moments...
I think you'll see
why it was worth it.
It's now time to be specific.
As long we were all going
to be assembled here today...
I thought this would be
the proper occasion...
to tell you
before you read about it...
in the Wall StreetJournal...
that you have just become
the first man...
on the sunny side of 40...
ever to be made a full partner...
of MacHardie and Company.
Congratulations, Alfred.
Congratulations, Alfred.
Congratulations.
Congratulations.
Congratulations, Mrs. Eaton.
Congratulations.
Congratulations.
Now, then...
well...
Mr. MacHardie...
gentlemen, I...
I am deeply honored.
I'm flattered by...
your generous bestowal
of a partnership...
'cause this is a day...
that I have been working toward...
with every fiber of my being...
for like all well-brought-up
American males...
I have always been aware
of the fact...
that nothing
is more important in life...
than the attaining of wealth...
and high position.
And I can honestly say...
that I never allowed
anything to sway me...
from my goal of achieving it.
When business called,
I never let personal responsibilities...
stand in the way.
If anything ever threatened
to interfere...
with the affairs
of MacHardie and Company...
I always knew...
that there would only be one choice...
and I invariably made it...
because I have
truly learned, gentlemen...
as Mr. MacHardie
so gracefully put it...
that it does take
wisdom, maturity...
good taste...
and a fine sense of responsibility...
to one's business position...
if one is to get ahead
in this world.
Some men think in very
small terms, gentlemen.
If they find themselves
married to a woman...
who has been unfaithful to them...
they dissolve the marriage...
just as if they owed
no responsibility...
to the business firm
for which they worked.
And if they find
genuine happiness...
with another woman...
they embrace it...
as if they had
no consideration...
of their business colleagues.
These men do not become
successful, gentlemen.
They do not
become full partners...
at MacHardie and Company.
They become abject failures.
They take their place...
alongside the millions
of mediocrities...
who value a houseful of kids...
a host of friends...
photograph albums filled
with trivial memories...
above all the truly
important considerations...
of this world.
With all due modesty,
gentlemen...
I feel that I have earned...
the position
you have given me today.
No one here deserves it
more truly than I.
One second...
I'm not through yet.
My first act as a partner...
will be to deliver my report...
on the Nassau Aeronautical situation.
And after you've read it...
I'm quite sure that
my friend Mr. Duffy there...
will want to issue another
report on another subject...
namely, the newest partner
of MacHardie and Company...
the newest and possibly
the shortest-lived.
And, now, gentlemen,
if you will excuse me...
I have other, less important
business to attend to.
Sorry.
What...
What is the meaning of this?
What's the matter with him?
Alfred.
I know you've come to congratulate me.
Thank you.
You're making a fool of yourself.
That was terribly considerate
of you last night...
when you were telling me...
about the "beautiful relationship
we could have..."
but you never mentioned
the partnership...
[Telephone Rings]
Because maybe
I would've thought...
the partnership had something
to do with your new-found...
if somewhat unwholesome...
interest in our marriage.
Alfred. Alfred,
I want to talk to you.
Any further communication
between you and me...
will be through legal channels.
Alfred.
Go to her.
It won't do you any good.
If she's foolish enough
to still have me...
nothing will stop me
from spending my life with her.
I'll never give you a divorce.
Wait till you see
the photographs...
Creighton Duffy will release
for public consumption.
What photographs?
You won't be able
to show your face in this city...
if you don't give me a divorce.
How do you like them apples?
Alfred!
Alfred!