Daisy Kenyon Page #5

The receiver must be off the hook. There

weren't any voices, but there was music.

File these with Mobile Power,

National Motors.

All the rest of that stuff

is the Noguchi case.

- Shall I call that number again?

- No, never mind.

I'm gonna slip out for a few minutes

and see Graybove from National Motors.

Boy, did he give it

to the walking dead.

- Where'd he go now?

- Kenyon. She doesn't answer the phone.

There were a lot of wires

from her he locked in his desk.

On one of them I saw

just four words:

"Yes, something has happened. "

You're going to marry him. Is that what

you tried to warn me about in your wires?

I have married him.

I wanted to tell you to your face.

I couldn't over the telephone.

Well, this is a new twist.

The guy moves in and brings

his etchings with him.

What's his connection with boats?

He designs them,

or at least he did before the war.

- Now he's working as a compass adjuster.

- A what?

Well, it's just a temporary job

until we can save enough money...

to buy a car

and a shack on the cape.

We expect to live up there

most of the year.

I can get my magazine assignments here

and do my work up there.

After a few months,

Peter will know what he wants to do.

That is, well, he doesn't think

he wants to go back to yacht designing.

This is the Sartatia, isn't it?

Yes, Peter's father designed her.

She was a beauty.

Nice clean lines.

I used to sail her years ago

with old Pop Coverly.

I didn't know you cared

anything about boats, Dan.

A lot of things about me

you didn't know.

And a lot that I didn't know either.

Have a good life, baby.

You deserve it.

Good-bye, Daisy.

Bye.

Don't you want the cab, Mr. O'Mara?

If you hadn't planned to keep it.

I hadn't, although

it's definitely going to rain.

- Your father designed the Sartatia, I understand.

- Yes.

There was something I was never

able to figure about the Sartatia.

Oh, I used to sail her years ago.

And what amazed me was that she didn't roll

to swells like other round-bottom boats.

- Didn't do what?

- She didn't roll, even in light airs.

That's the bluenose in her.

The old Gloucester hull.

- Ever see her out of the water?

- No.

All her sections carry

displacement high.

This would be half a cross section here,

with the waterline like that-

Giving her a slick underbody

with maximum stability.

What I don't understand is, who figured out

that a few planks in the hull of a ship...

twisted a certain way would

make her behave in a planned way.

Hundreds of years

of observing seamen, logic.

It's things like this

that make people like me mad.

- Why?

- Anything logical makes me want to fight for some reason.

I've always distrusted logic.

Luckily, I never ran against it in law

courts very often, or anywhere else.

That's what makes life unexpectedly pleasant

- the illogical.

Like this moment, for instance.

Good luck, Mr. Lapham.

I won't send the cab back this time.

Peter.

Funny thing is, I like him.

He wants you to like him.

- He's good at that.

- Poor devil.

He's not a poor devil.

Do we have to sit here, Peter?

Beginning of a new era.

Bottom of stairs-

Bottom of stairs, symbolic

of starting all over again.

Lucky we're starting one flight up.

Aren't you going to kiss me?

Yeah.

I'm gonna kiss you like

nobody was ever kissed...

even before you wash your face.

Were you ever carried over

your own threshold before?

Not sober, darling.

You're still driving a Sherman tank.

We should've got here

in time to meet the boat.

Does that look like enough lumber

to build a whole bathroom?

- Half bath. That's what we ordered.

- Hey.! Peter Lapham.!

- Dino!

- Glad to see you, Pete.

Good to see you, Dino.

- Five years haven't changed you any. How's the fishin'?

- Oh, terrible.

And this is not kidding-The years,

they left you lookin' pretty good too.

And Mrs. Lapham,

she still looks very pretty.

Well, I'm another Mrs. Lapham,

but I'm glad to meet you anyway.

Oh. Glad to meet you, ma'am.

Well, you are back in

Provincetown now, Pete.

Are you gonna build some more of them

pretty boats for the summer people?

I don't know.

I just got here.

We bought a cottage up on Mill Road.

First thing I'm gonna build is it.

- The same cottage you sold before?

- No.

Hey, Pete, I got a proposition.

Look at my boat.

Why don't you build me a new baby?

Good, strong Banks schooner.

Modern. You know, streamlined.

You make her good, and the fishermen will

order hundreds of them for the whole coast...

and this is not kidding.

I don't know. I'm not sure what I'm gonna do.

When are you gonna pull her out of the water?

- Monday.

- I'll come down, take a look at her hull. See if I get an idea.

- Great! And this is not kidding?

- This is not kidding.

- So long, Dino.

- So long.

- Oh.

- Mm-hmm.

- So long, Mrs. Lapham.

- Good-bye, Dino.

Susy and I had a cottage two miles up

Mill Road from where we are.

- I didn't tell you because- - You

didn't have to tell me. I knew it anyway.

She isn't out of

your life yet, is she?

Of course she is.

I loved her. I lost her.

I don't think it's as easy as that.

Don't ever expect one person

to replace another one, Peter.

You might be disappointed.

You sure you're talking about me?

Not entirely, no.

You lost something in Susy,

and I lost something in Dan.

We've no right to expect

the same things in each other.

It's no good thinking

about what we've lost.

It's a lot more fun to find out

what we've gained.

I love you, Kenyon.

- This is not kidding?

- This is not kidding.

Great. Look who you married-

the son of Dracula.

Don't cover it up now. Get at it.

What was it, Peter?

How do I know?

Susy, Panzerlehrdivision

of the Schutzstaffel and a Welsh rarebit.

But most of all, Susy.

If you say so, Doctor,

although I don't see how you know.

I've had to work to get

Dan out of my system.

I've done it too.

Now you've got to work.

When did you write this to Susy?

The night she died.

I'd forgotten about it.

You go through my papers

often, sweetheart?

It was in

the common property drawer-

almost as if you

wanted me to see it.

I'm glad I did.

"The winds of earth

are old and sane.

"But tell me-

tell me when you know...

what happens to a hurricane

that hasn't any place to go. "

That was self-pity.

The whole nightmare was that.

Daisy, do you know

you've never told me you love me?

No, don't say it now.

I like you for not saying it.

Let it grow.

Let it grow until loving me

means loving the earth...

and all that's sweet and green and mellow

and exciting on the face of the earth...

and the face of the ocean.

Let it grow.

- Peter.

- Yes?

I love you.

Say it again.

Put my name on the end of it.

I love you, Peter Lapham.

Now you know what happened to that

hurricane that hadn't any place to go.

Yes, now I know.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Guess what?

- What?

I've hit the big time.

The office called...

and they want me for a serial

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