Ex-Lady Page #2

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Alright. Business is business.

I'm going over to Nick's place.

Suppose you drop in there?

Why Nick's place?

He's having an exhibit of his work. All

the big who's-its are going to be there.

- Alright.

- See you there.

What lines! What life!

Yes, it's beautiful.

So round, and soft.

- This line. -Come,

darling, let's move along.

Oh, let's look at this one. It's called

"Josephine. " Don't you love it, ducky?

[Conversation in Italian. ]

- Haven't we met somewhere

before? -Oh, have we?

- Now your name

is, uhh... -Iris.

- Iris! Of course, Iris. And

we met in, uhh... -Venice?

- Venice, yes. Oh. In a

gondola. -In a gondola?

[Italian:
"I recall that

beautiful night in Venice. "]

Oh, that delicious night! The moon on

the water. And the gondolier singing...

[Italian. ]

Yes.

- It's no use.

- What?

I never was in Venice. But I want

to make my husband jealous.

That's my husband. I just can't make

him jealous. Oh, if I only could!

Sorry.

These are all sold.

This one I got $200 for. For this

sweet baby I got 6. That's tops so far.

Although "Josephine" should

bring a whole lot more than that.

In fact, I've already

had a bid of $1500.

Who's Josephine?

The lovely lady without raiment.

Or benefit of clergy.

And that brings up the old subject.

Let's drop the old subject.

You're quite a Puritan, aren't you?

- Think so? -What

else can I think?

- Otherwise, you'd... -Otherwise, I'd say

yes to the irresistible Mr. Melvin.

Mm-hmm. And thanks for the adjective.

What conceit.

Is that nice?

Helen, I keep asking you: why not?

- Don't be so persistent, Nick. It's

annoying. -Generally successful...

Helen, is it possible

that you misunderstand?

I won't marry you.

- Is that a promise?

- Absolutely.

Haha. Come on. Let's quit kidding.

- That's what he

said. -Who said?

That's what every man says when he

wants you to do what he wants you to.

Man. Whoo! I'm souring

on the lot of you.

You know, you're awfully sweet.

Aw, come on, Helen.

Why not? The real reason.

Because I love another.

I heard something

today...! Hello, Don.

Hello.

- May I see you, Helen?

- In just a minute.

The Ellison Agency is after

the Palm Mennen account.

They want someone to do the

drawings. I mentioned you.

Thanks, Nick.

If Ellison gets the account,

they'll pay you plenty.

- Is it on spec? -Not a bit

of speculation in it.

The account is in the bag. All you

have to do is make the drawings.

Will you excuse me? I have to

try and sell some more pictures.

Well, Don?

- That's what I was going to

talk to you about. -What?

Well, I think now we'd

best forget about it.

No, tell me.

Oh, I had the hunch to go after

the Palm Mennen account.

And I was going to ask

you to do the drawings.

Oh.

But I don't stand a chance

against Ellison. They're big.

Except that I thought, with

your drawings... but that's out.

With Ellison it's a cinch for

you. With me you'd be gambling.

And I ought to do them for you?

"Ought" is a bad word. I was all wrong

yesterday, Helen. You were right.

The fact that we love each other

shouldn't put us under obligations.

Don, you make me feel

a little ashamed.

Must and ought are out. Even "marriage. "

There aren't any arguments for marriage.

The only one I have... the only one I

ever really had... I love you so much.

Let's look at some more pictures.

Have dinner with me.

Yes.

I'm full of Tony's good red wine.

And you. Make a song out of that.

It was a swell evening.

Don... I'm going to do

the drawings for you.

Oh, no. Nothing doing.

There you go. I want to!

Mmm.

I'd better go home, hadn't I?

Do you want to?

No.

I don't want to.

Don, will you marry me?

Well!

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Mr. Peterson wants you

quick, if you could.

Alright, girls. Relax.

- They're on the phone,

asking me to hold it. -Who?

Palm Mennen.

Oh.

You know what that means, don't

you, honey? It means we get it!

- Well, you can't be sure. -What

would they be calling up here for?

You know what we'll do, honey?

We'll have that honeymoon

we didn't have.

Havana! We'll go to Havana. Shh!

Yes?

What?

Who?

Yes, I know that.

Well, I can't do that.

What I want to know is,

who's handling the account?

Oh.

What's happened?

They, uh...

They want me to give them the name

and telephone number of the...

...artist who did the drawings.

Don!

Ellison has the account. They, um...

They just want your drawings.

Well, they won't get

them. Not without you.

Yeah, but I'm out,

Helen. I'm out.

Then I'm out.

No, don't do that.

Be sensible about it.

You might as well save

what you can out of it.

Well, it makes me mad. You can

handle it every bit as well as Ellison.

Just because somebody's big.

Whatever that means.

Aw, darling.

Don. Let's go somewhere. Let's get

all dolled up and go somewhere.

- What's the matter with you? -I feel

young and giddy and gay. Ha! At my age.

I'm going to bed.

- You poor darling.

- Cut that.

Let's go.

Where?

Havana.

Are you crazy? We've lost the Palm

Mennen account, we haven't gotten it.

That's just why. We're sunk

with worrying about it.

Let's go somewhere, and not tell anybody

where, and have a real honeymoon.

And then come back and get

to work. And that'll be fun.

The way it is now, nothing's fun.

- And what'll we use for money?

- Oh, it isn't as bad as all that.

And the business?

Who's going to run that?

Nothing very terrible can happen

in 10 days. It'll go on.

Aw, Don. Please, let's

go. We're both fed up.

I'd like to go...

We'll go.

But I haven't a thing to wear.

Silencio! Atencion, caballeros...

[More Spanish. ]

- What do you call this game again?

- Jai alai. It's like handball.

Jai alai...

[More Spanish. ]

Hey!

See that the lady wins.

- Hello, Joe. -Hello, Mr. Peterson

... and missus. -Hello, mister.

How is everything? Landed

any new accounts for me?

Say, what's the matter around here?

Something's wrong.

Oh, everything's alright, Mr. Peterson.

Oh, why not break it to him?

I say when it's serious, operate.

- What do you mean? Well, we lost the

Fletcher Bathroom Equipment account.

Maybe only temporarily.

Well, what went wrong? All the

copy was laid out and ready.

Well, you see, Mr. Peterson,

it was like this:

Mr. Fletcher, Mr. Simon Fletcher,

the president, didn't like the copy.

And he wanted you to change it?

And you weren't here to change it.

He knows he wasn't here.

- So he came in the office and made a

big fuss about it. -Let's get inside.

- Get me Mr. Fletcher on the

phone. Hurry! -Yes, sir.

- Other things have happened too. -What?

We thought the Dorothy Gray conference

wasn't coming up until after the 1st.

- Yes? -But they had a meeting and

wanted to do something right away on...

- ... that special campaign for that

new perfume. -Yes, but what happened?

I tried to give them some ideas, but

they wouldn't listen to me. And so...

...well, they gave it to someone else.

Well, that's that.

But I don't think we lost the account,

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