Daisy Kenyon Page #7

what a bitter thing divorce is.

You'll only be torturing

the children and yourself.

Go to bed, dear. You'll be able to think

about it more calmly in the morning.

After all, you don't break up a marriage just

on the evidence of a telephone conversation.

He says I treat the children as if they

were babies. All right, I won't anymore.

They're grown-up enough to learn

what kind of a father they've got.

You couldn't sleep either?

I don't see how I missed you.

I covered both waterfronts.

Don't go in yet.

Your friend Mary's seen enough of me

for one night.

Daisy, I think I'm humble now.

I wasn't before, but I am now.

I haven't started to straighten out

the mess at home yet.

I had to have a look at you first.

- Dan, don't-

- Just a look.

I couldn't go on thinking of you

with that expression in your eyes.

Oh.

I didn't know

if you were coming back.

I didn't know

you were going to stay.

Lucille thought it would be better

if I did the talking for her.

As what? Her father or her lawyer?

A little of both. She wants a divorce,

and I can't talk her out of it.

The only question is, what kind?

The best that money can buy,

I guess.

Lucille's quite bitter at the moment.

Perhaps you can understand that.

She wants to divorce you in New York

and name Mrs. Lapham.

- And what do you think?

- I might be able to persuade her to do it the easier way...

if you'd cooperate

about the children.

And what is her idea

of cooperation about the children?

Sole and absolute custody.

Of course, eventually, you'd be able to see

them when they're a little more grown-up.

But Lucille thinks there should be a clean

break now till they're adjusted to it.

Perhaps you can understand that.

Till she's sold them on the idea

that I've run out on them.

Well, come now, Papa. Let's talk sense.

Lucille knows I'd never go

for anything like that.

Then we file the suit.

There's no other choice, Dan.

You can think about it

for a couple of days and let me know.

- Well, thanks. I'll phone you.

- Oh, I'll be in the office.

But I won't.

I'm pulling out of the firm, sugarplum.

Perhaps you

can understand that.

But, Dan, there's no reason

why a purely personal conflict-

Sure, there is-

Your sensitive nature.

You'd wear a smile, I know, but deep down,

you'd be wincing every time we met.

Your humor's in rather bad taste.

Besides, it would give you something

to occupy your time.

Without me around,

you'll have to work for your income.

- This Mr. O'Mara's office?

- Yes.

- You're Mr. Lapham?

- Yes.

He's expecting you.

Go right in, please.

- Hello.

- Welcome to chaos, Mr. Lapham. Throw me my hat, sweetheart.

- Mervyn, you understand all this is to go to the new office.

- Yes, Mr. O'Mara.

- Good-bye, darlings. I'll see you in

the morning. - Good-bye, Mr. O'Mara.

Mr. Lapham,

you'll think it's strange.

I'll explain to you why I took the liberty

of asking you to come here.

Hello, honey.

What are you doing here?

C- Can I see you

in your office, Daddy?

A new client already.

O'Mara retained by O'Mara.

Please, Dan.

I'll be with you in a second, Mr. Lapham.

Now, what is it, sweetheart?

Rosamund was coming, too,

to talk to you.

She said herself

it was terribly important.

And then Millicent Harrison

asked her to go to a movie.

But, anyways, it's important to me.

What is this that's so important, honey?

I'm gonna live with you. I don't care what

Rosamund does, but I'm gonna live with you.

At the club, baby?

Ladies aren't allowed there.

All right, I'll move from the club,

just as soon as I can.

Then you and Ros can

come and live with me.

Whenever it's all right

with your mommy, that is.

It won't be all right with her.

Dan, it's awful there without you.

Why is it so awful, honey?

I was always away a lot. You'll see

me just as much, maybe even more.

When you're not there, she hates me.

Oh, no. You're wrong.

She'd never hate you.

You mustn't think because

anybody's unhappy, they hate you.

We'll talk about it again, sweetheart.

You're all wrong about your mother.

- Suppose I pick you up from school tomorrow?

- I want to talk about it today.

No, tomorrow.

I'll tell you what we'll do.

We'll go someplace and have tea-

a regular, grown-up date,

just the two of us, hmm?

- Oh, Mervyn?

- Yes, sir?

Would you take Marie

and show her the new office?

- Then see that she gets home okay.

- Yes, sir.

So long, honeybunch.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I'm not gonna

live with her. I won't.

We'll talk about that

tomorrow, baby.

I'm sorry I kept you waiting,

Mr. Lapham.

Why did you wire me, Mr. O'Mara?

Has something happened?

No, I wired you because I wanted

to tell you that nothing's happened.

Well, that's clear now.

We're meeting Daisy.

I didn't tell her you were coming down.

Well, there she is already.

- Hello, honeybunch.

- Hello, Mr. O'Mara.

- Hello, Daisy.

- Hello, darling.

Hello. Would you like a drink?

Bourbon and water, please.

- One bourbon and water and two martinis.

- Yes, sir.

Do you two get together often?

Not as often as we should.

Weren't you supposed to make

the trial run on Dino's boat today?

They're waiting for me

to fly back tonight.

Why'd you come down?

I wired him.

I have things to say

to both of you...

and there's no point

in saying them twice.

I wired you, Mr. Lapham...

because I think

misunderstandings are childish.

- We're grown-up people.

- I believe we are.

Don't you know it?

I have a hunch that when people keep

on talking about how grown-up they are...

it only means they're not very sure of it,

Mr. O'Mara.

Well, if you'll let me talk, maybe

you won't worry so much about that.

Let's simplify one thing at least.

He's called Peter, and you're Dan.

It all started on Wednesday.

I'd had a bad day.

I lost a case that-

Well, there's no point

in going into that.

But I went over to 12th Street...

and I behaved like a heel.

Your wife resisted.

I'll be frank to say

if she hadn't resisted...

we wouldn't all be sitting here now.

- Any questions about that?

- No, nothing important.

Why isn't it important?

Because it doesn't matter

what happened.

You're not getting hostile, are you?

That wasn't on the agenda.

Honeybunch, I'm not hostile.

Honest. Go on.

I want another martini.

You haven't touched

the first one yet.

Well, that's that.

If it were something that

only concerned the three of us...

we wouldn't need to say

another word about it.

But I'm asking your permission to let me

turn our private affairs into newspaper copy.

Lucille is suing me for divorce.

She wants to do it in New York,

naming Daisy as corespondent.

They figure, in order to keep Daisy's name

out of the newspaper...

I'll sign away the right

to see my children.

Oh, no, Dan.

You mustn't.

It would be terrible for them-

Marie, especially.

I'm putting it up to you.

It's not a thing to be decided

without realizing what it involves.

This is exactly the kind of copy

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