Dinner at Eight Page #6

I love you, Lucy. It's never been otherwise.

You know what I think?

I think you're still a little boy

living over on Tenth Avenue...

a little bit in awe

of the girl from Murray Hill.

And that's why, forgive me...

these glamorous women in your life...

have all been a little common,

a little bit Tenth Avenue, too.

These other women, why...

It's like gambling, drinking, or drugs.

You just keep on.

A habit can be cured

if the patient wants to.

The patient wants to.

Of course, you mustn't stop too suddenly.

Lucy, darling, it's you and I.

It's always been you and I,

and always will be.

Now, you must believe that.

Doctor...

I'm sorry. Mr. Oliver Jordan's here,

and he seems very ill.

Have him come right in.

- I'll see you later, dear.

- All right, dear.

- You're all right now, Mr. Jordan.

- Why, what's this, Oliver?

Here, come right over here and sit down.

- Take it easy now.

- Come on. Come quietly.

That's right. There you are now.

That's it.

- It's right here.

- Nitrate of Ammo, quick.

Here. Sniff this.

There. That's better.

I'm all right now.

How long has this been going on?

Have you ever had it before?

No. Not exactly like this.

It's probably indigestion.

What did you have for lunch?

I didn't have much of anything.

I'd like you to come in tomorrow

for a more thorough examination.

All right. 2:
15?

I'll be at the hospital till 4:00

so you better make it 4:15.

All right.

I feel great.

I may fool you

and not come at all tomorrow.

You show up here.

Broken appointments are charged double.

I never pay them anyhow.

What are you doing tonight, Oliver?

You're dining with us.

That's right.

Couldn't you arrange to sneak away

and go to bed early?

We're going to the theater.

Now, you avoid any excitement...

and stop worrying about business.

- Old pump out of order?

- No. It's a bit weary.

- Just a little tired, that's all.

- I see.

- See you later. Dinner at 8:00?

- I believe so.

- Goodbye, Oliver.

- Goodbye, Doctor.

- Thank you very much.

- It's all right.

You're not fooling me.

How bad is it?

Coronary artery. Thrombosis.

How long will he live?

A few years, months...

days, even.

Are you sure?

Positive. You can tell it like that.

Poor fellow.

Yeah.

- Ready?

- All right.

All right, Mrs. Bedwick.

- Excuse me, ma'am.

- Yes, Mrs. Wendel?

Why, what's the matter with your face?

It's that old tooth again.

What seems to be wrong?

It's the aspic for the dinner tonight.

The aspic?

I had to drop it on the floor.

- You had to drop the aspic on the floor?

- Yes, ma'am.

You see, the butler

and the chauffeur were fighting...

and I had to get between them.

Ricky and Gustave fighting?

- What about?

- Dora.

Dora?

What do they mean

by fighting in the kitchen?

I don't know, ma'am.

But we can't use the aspic

for dinner tonight.

Of course not,

if you dropped it on the floor.

5:
00. This is terrible.

I particularly wanted the aspic.

It's so dressy.

Send for some crabmeat.

You can cook it Newburg.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Send Ricky for it at once.

But I can't send Ricky, ma'am.

Why not?

You see, he's been arrested. He's in jail.

- Excuse me, madam.

- In jail? For what?

For stabbing Gustave.

Excuse me, madam.

Miss Carlotta Vance is calling.

Tell her I'm not here.

Where is Gustave?

You see, they took him to the hospital.

The doctor's sewing up his eye.

Millicent.

- Oh, dear.

- Where are you?

- In here, Carlotta.

- Will that be about all, ma'am?

- I hope so.

- Thank you, ma'am.

Millicent. Ducky.

I never was so glad to see anyone

in all my life, my dear.

- Dear Carlotta.

- You don't mind me rushing in on you?

- I just popped in to see Oliver.

- Really? How nice.

- I'm afraid...

- No, I'll wait.

Anything to get out of those streets.

May I have a whiskey and soda?

You don't mind, do you?

Millicent, really, I'm just dying.

- Why, of course.

- Oh, my. I'm absolutely cracked up.

Yeah. Simply depleted.

I've been in every office building

from the Battery to the Bronx.

Millicent, you don't mind

if I take my shoes off, do you?

What a relief.

Oh, me. Oh, my.

No. Please do.

Thank you. It's that big toe.

What a city.

I left the hotel at 11:00 this morning...

a young and lovely girl. Now look at me.

I took on10 years trying to get

from the Versailles to Times Square.

And then I had a restful, nice luncheon

with four lawyers.

On the 88th floor

of the what's-it building, the Sky Club.

A cloud floated right into my soup plate.

Yes, it's terrible, but we get used to it.

The minute I see Oliver,

I'm going back to my hotel...

and pop myself into bed, and I'm not

going to get up until tomorrow at noon.

Thank goodness I don't have to go

to one of those dreadful dinners tonight.

But you're dining here.

How enchanting.

Of course! The Ferncliffes.

That means

a nice little cozy game of bridge.

I can always keep awake for that.

But we're going to the theater.

Now, won't that be delightful?

Yes. I always like to see a new play.

What are we going to see?

We're going to see Say It With Music.

Yeah. That will be enchanting.

Yes. I thought it was so amusing.

What? You've seen it?

Yes. Two or three times.

That's nothing.

No. I'm used to that.

Funny man. With a cigar.

Should I mix it for you, madam?

Thank you very much, my dear.

That'd be very nice of you.

Oh, dear, let me see.

Now, that's enough.

How complicated life is.

If ever... No, my dear.

Wait a minute. Don't spoil it.

- Oliver.

- Oliver, ducky.

Hello, Carlotta.

- Carlotta.

- Carlotta wants to talk to you.

- I'll not keep you a minute.

- I've got to get a new butler for tonight.

I do hope the agency will send me one

who doesn't drop things.

Optimist.

If it's not asking too much.

I tried to get you... Oliver, sweet.

You won't be cross with Carlotta,

will you? I told the man...

that I wanted to ask you first,

but he said, "No, it must done today. "

A meeting or something. Then I couldn't

reach you at your office and I went ahead.

Then I sort of got worried about it.

Carlotta, what are you trying to tell me?

You see, Oliver, sweet,

you know, Carlotta's so broke.

It was such a chance,

and I sold my Jordan stock.

I hope you won't mind.

That's what I came here to tell you.

Who did you sell it to?

A most charming man.

He had such nice manners.

Let's see.

His name is "James K. Baldridge. "

- I hope you don't mind.

- No. It's all right.

Oliver, I did try to reach you.

You know, you said

you didn't want to buy it back yourself.

Along came that nice Mr. Beanbridge

with all that beautiful money.

- See, it's certified.

- Hello. Mr. Kingsbury.

Oliver Jordan speaking.

You are cross. I'm just devastated.

I wouldn't have done it

for anything in the world.

- I'd rather go barefoot and hungry...

- Kingsbury?

Sorry to disturb you at home.

Have the Scatterlee sisters

sold their Jordan stock?

You sold it this afternoon.

Would you mind telling me who bought it?

Baldridge. Thank you very much.

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