Daddy Long Legs Page #8

Thank you.

Take care of yourself, Julie.

Good-bye.

- Hey, Linda. Catch.

- Hey. You sure this is mine?

Positive.

How am I ever gonna fit this in?

Oh. How do you suppose we ever

accumulated so much junk in only four years?

- Say, Linda. Is this yours?

- No.

Well, I don't know who it could belong to.

Anyone belong to this? Hi.

- Hi.

- Hi, Julie.

- Last call. Anyone belong to this?

- Oh. Sally. Sally, it's mine.

Oh. I never

saw you wear it.

- Yeah. I know, but it's mine.

- Oh.

Hey, Julie.

Aren't you gonna pack?

Oh. We have

plenty of time.

There's a whole week

till graduation.

Well, don't you want your things

to get there before you do?

Yeah.

I guess so.

Do you know something?

I don't even think

she knows where to send her trunks.

- No, it's not that. It's that darn UncleJervis of mine.

- Yeah.

Now you see him, now you don't. There they

were having a perfectly wonderful time...

and suddenly he calls her up

and says he has to go away.

He's been traveling ever since.

Last time I heard, he was in Madrid.

- I thought he was in Calcutta.

- That was three cities ago.

- Last week he was in Hong Kong.

- Oh, the beast.

Still, he can be awfully nice when he wants to.

Look how nice he's been toJimmy.

- Yeah.

- Brought him back to New York.

- Raised his salary. Raised it twice.

- Hmm.

And you can hardly say

Jimmy's been a success.

You know, that new experiment

of his nearly blew up the whole lab last week.

I know. My UncleJervis

is very strange.

Very.

Rio. Jervis Pendleton in Rio.

Personality of the week in India.

Lisbon.

Spain. Oh-

The Opera of Paris.

Oh, zut.

Dear Daddy Longlegs-

May I please come to see you?

I am desperately...

in need of advice.

And there is no one...

I can turn to but you.

Something's gotta give, Something's gotta give

Something's gotta give, Something's gotta give

Something's gotta give

Something's gotta give, Something's gotta give

Something's gotta give

Julie. Julie.

Huh? Oui?

- Oh, Linda.

- I was just going down to the post office.

Want me to mail that

for you?

Oh. Oh, yes. Please.

- Can you wait a minute?

- Sure. Take your time.

- Mr. Griggs.

- Yes.

- You are critically ill.

- I am?

- The doctors have no hope for you.

- They haven't?

We must cable Mr. Pendleton

to come home immediately.

- There's been another letter from that girl.

- Yes, Mr. Griggs...

and what are we

going to do about her?

You can't just hand somebody the world

and then take it away from them.

Well, I'm in the process

of drafting a letter to her now.

- I've been told that she's to be married shortly.

- Oh, a lot you know.

Well, in the event that she doesn't,

a trust fund is being established.

And from that she'll be given

a sensible income each month.

- She'll have security for the rest of her life.

- Security?

I have security,

and believe me, it's nothing.

You have security,

and a duller life nobody ever led.

Well, I'm glad to know what you think

about security, Miss Pritchard...

because you may be

about to lose yours!

I can't, Mr. Griggs, because I qualified

for my pension last month.

Maybe that's why I don't care. But if you won't

cooperate with me, I'll send the cable myself.

Y-

- Well, if you qualified for your pension, how about a drink?

- Bourbon on the rocks.

Uh-

What do you plan

to say in that cable?

"Griggs critically ill.

Imperative you come home immediately.

Doctors have no hope."

Oh, that's fine.

Thank you.

If I'd offered you a drink 25 years ago,

you'd have slapped my face.

How do you know?

You never asked me.

Helen Adams.

Julie Andre.

Sue Anthony.

Mary Armstrong.

Patricia Benton.

Margaret Benson.

Come in.

Congratulations, my dear.

Congratulations.

- Well, thank you.

- I had a lovely cry too.

This is the first graduation

I've been to since my own.

Well, I don't want to appear impolite,

but should I know you?

There's no reason why you should.

I'm Alicia Pritchard.

- And I've come to take you to seeJohn Smith.

- Oh. John-John Smith?

Daddy Longlegs.

Oh.

He wants to see me.

Well, let's say

he's going to see you.

Oh.

- Who is he?

- I think he should tell you that himself.

Now you hurry and change

because we're going to New York.

Oh.

- We go to New York today?

- Today.

- Today? She's bringing her here today?

- Very shortly.

That cablegram was right.

Brother, you are sick. Sick in the head.

Don't you know about that girl and Jimmy

McBride? Why, they're suited to each other.

They'll be married,

happy and have children.

Why, ifJulie comes here today and-

and finds out that I did everything...

she'd- she'd be beholden.

She'd fling herself into my arms

out of gratitude. Now, who wants that?

Don't you know that's just

the reason I went away?

Jervis, if I were you,

I'd pull myself together.

Miss Andre will be coming through

that door very shortly.

Oh. Well, when she does, do you know who

she's gonna find sitting behind that desk? You.

- Me?

- Yes. You started all this, and you can handle it.

- You are Daddy Longlegs. Sit down.

- But-

She's never seen you before.

You fit her description of me...

better than I do myself,

you old fuddy-duddy.

But this is ridiculous.

What would I say to her?

I don't give a hang what you say to her.

You can propose marriage for all I care.

Let's keep this thing tucked around you

so you'll look properly feeble.

Keep your head down. You know, you haven't

the strength to keep your chin up anymore.

- You've been very ill. Remember?

- Oh!

Okay. That's good.

Ah. Whistler's father.

You may accept my resignation from your

employment- effective as of this moment.

It's too late now. Don't you dare move. Yeah?

- Mr. Pendleton-

- Fine. Have her come right up.

- Yes, sir.

- Now, Jervis, don't be a fool.

Look. I'm an expert

at being a fool.

That's why I know

I'm not being one this time.

Y-Y-

Uh, come in, my dear.

Sit down, my dear.

The-The time has come

to tell you...

I am John Smith.

Well, I am

not Pocahontas.

I'm Linda Pendleton,

and I want to see my UncleJervis.

- Linda. Linda.

- Well, w-

- Hello, my dear.

- Hello, UncleJervis.

Now how did you know

I was back?

I have a very nice spy

who works for you.

- That doesn't surprise me a bit.

I am surrounded by spies.

UncleJervis, I have

a dreadful problem. I must talk to you.

Go right ahead.

- Oh, I have no secrets from Griggs.

- Well, I have.

Thank you. Thank you very much,

Miss Pendleton.

I am so glad

to be out of something.

- Well, don't go far.

- Hmph!

Sit down, honey. Tell me.

Uh, what's on your mind?

UncleJervis, I'm in love,

and I want to get married.

Well, there's no problem there.

Sounds very nice and natural.

Mother's very much against it.

She doesn't approve of him.

Well, if your mother doesn't approve,

you've probably made an excellent choice.

Why don't you just elope?

Or is that too old-fashioned?

No, but I would like

a big wedding.

Silly of me, I suppose,

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