BUtterfield 8
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- Year:
- 1960
- 109 min
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Liggett.
Liggett?
- Good morning, Mr. Liggett.
- Morning.
Butterfield 8? Hi, it's Gloria.
Any messages?
Johnny.
George.
Listen...
...a Mr. Liggett will call sometime
today. He might use Mr. L.
Find me wherever I am.
This is one call I want to take
personally and immediately.
Okay, bye-bye.
Taxi!
38 Horatio Street, please.
Double your tip for a cigarette.
What's the matter, you crazy?
You're in good voice this morning.
I'm from the Census Bureau.
Good morning.
How many persons
do you have living here?
Just one. Me.
Well, that's not nearly enough.
- You working?
- Trying to.
Tomorrow's arrangements.
Tribute.
- To what?
- Your faith, hope and charity.
Sunday morning and scotch
on your breath?
Well, it's good scotch.
Twenty years old.
And cigar smoke?
I always said I'd try anything once.
Ever try common sense?
Only in desperation.
Notice anything unusual
about me this morning?
I wish I could.
Look.
Well, look!
You're panting to tell me
where you got it.
I stole it.
Sure you did. It figures.
Oh, not for real. Just long enough
to get even with somebody.
Even for what?
Somebody made me so damn mad.
He left me money.
He actually left me money.
- What would you have done?
- I don't know.
My work is designed so people
will leave me money.
This wasn't work.
Besides, my dress was torn.
I had nothing to wear...
...so I borrowed something
spiteful and elegant.
Liggett.
Weston Ansbury Liggett.
- Do you know him?
- Heard of him. He's very social.
And very Yale.
What's with you and Yale?
Always Yale.
- It's the last college left.
- Why?
I started with Amherst, and I worked
my way through the alphabet to Yale.
I'm stuck there.
Of course, I could work
backwards again.
Did he tell you about his wife?
- IHilljoy.
- I hear he's a lush.
We did have a drink last night.
- One?
- A dozen maybe.
And this morning you stagger
out of his apartment. Charming.
Funny thing, I don't even
remember going there.
Better than sleeping pills.
Can I help with anything?
Could I help you with anything?
Housework?
You put that coat back on.
Why?
Half-dressed women make it
difficult to concentrate.
Well, then don't.
Don't think of me as a woman.
After all, we're just
like brother and sister.
Remember?
You're mad at me this morning.
Put the coat on!
Why this morning?
Because I'm sick of seeing you
boozed up, burned out and ugly!
Sick for me or sick for you?
For you.
For everything you're wasting.
Why do you come here like this?
Where have I always come, Steve?
At least I can be honest with you.
Start being honest with yourself.
You're making a mess out of your life
- Do you want me to go?
- Yes!
- For good?
- Yes!
No.
It's terrible, isn't it?
I say "yes" too much when I shouldn't.
And you say "no" too much
when you shouldn't.
But you're not nearly as mad
as you pretend to be.
I try to be.
Hungry?
Ravenous.
Now, the problem is,
how do I get home?
Car's outside. You drive.
- By the way, thanks for the use of it.
- Anytime.
What I mean is, what's my mother gonna
think if I show up dressed like this?
about you.
That may be so,
I'm still her innocent little girl.
And she's my dear, sweet
cookie-baking mother.
So go home, give her an innocent
smile and have a cookie.
And tell her the truth.
If I tell her the truth,
I'll have to move out.
That's what normally happens
when people grow up.
If I left, she'd be lonesome.
I'm all she has, so we have
to lie to each other.
What does your analyst say
about all this?
I only tell Dr. Tredman
what I think he ought to hear.
That's very intelligent.
If I were intelligent,
I wouldn't need a psychiatrist.
a dress to wear on Sunday?
How would I know?
Your girlfriend, Norma,
is almost my size.
You expect me to ask Norma to bring
her clothes over here to put on you?
out of a jam.
And put me in one.
Listen to old Gloria.
The greater the sacrifice
you ask a woman to make...
...the more she knows
you love her. Honestly.
Hello?
Hello, Norma?
Problems, Liggett?
You haven't said a word
since we left the city.
Bing...
...you know three of the most
overrated things in this world?
Home loving, home cooking
and security.
That should be over
the doorway of The Stork Club.
It should be over the doorway
of my apartment.
Oh, come on, Ligg.
You've got everything.
Lots of people would envy you.
But am I happy?
Obviously not.
Ever wonder why?
I have.
Can you take it from
an old fraternity brother?
You're a heel.
A low-down, rotten heel.
Anything doesn't go your way,
anything you can't have, you destroy.
I've known you all these years...
...and I never realized
you despise me.
If I really despised you, I could
never tell you what I think of you.
Tell me.
and you mistreat her...
...because you blame her
for your life.
Drinking, letching and lying.
You won't face the truth.
- And what is this so-called truth?
- You find it out yourself.
- Tell me.
- It wouldn't be any good.
Go out and earn it the way
everybody else does.
You could come back as a law partner
with me anytime.
I wouldn't join
Pull!
Emily.
Yes, darling?
How's your mother?
She's getting much stronger.
When are you coming back to town?
Soon as I can.
- Why? You getting lonesome?
- Sometimes.
The question was more one
of curiosity than passion.
Pull!
I have to get back to town
after lunch.
But I invited the Farleys
for dinner tonight.
My apologies to the Farleys.
Cliff Holbrook's in town.
And the court jester of the chemical
industry has to keep him laughing.
Pull!
As vice president
in charge of nonsense...
...I have to keep a $6 million
customer happy, don't I?
Why don't you send someone
less important in the company?
There isn't anybody
less important than me.
Pull!
Darling?
Will you be charming
at the country club today?
I know you're always charming,
but will you be especially so?
Why?
I was asked if you'd consider being
elected to the board of governors.
Why me? Nobody on that board
is under 60.
Isn't that where aging,
useless executives go to die?
Maybe they want to get
Or maybe they see me as just
another aging, useless executive.
Why do you say such cruel
things about yourself?
To beat everybody, including you,
to the punch.
Pull!
Somebody at the cleaners
seems to have left a pin in it.
I know how embarrassed you must be.
I'll speak to them.
Really, this is terribly sweet of you.
Just remember that suit has led
a sheltered life. It shocks easily.
Then it's time it had
a little adventure.
By the way, just for the record,
what did happen to your dress?
Well, it's a funny thing.
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