From the Terrace Page #10

Wouldn't we be placing Mr. Eaton...

in a rather embarrassing position...

by asking him to attempt...

to exercise impartial judgment...

where his close friend

Mr. Porter is concerned?

And who would you recommend

for the job, Creighton?

Well, sir...

inasmuch as

I brought this venture...

to the firm's attention...

and inasmuch as I'm familiar...

with all of its ramifications...

I have every confidence

in Mr. Eaton's judgment and loyalty.

Alfred, how long

will it take you...

to get this underway?

By a fortunate coincidence, sir...

Mrs. Eaton and I...

will be at Mr. Porter's table...

at a charity ball Saturday night.

There's no rule...

saying a man

can't take advantage...

of his host, is there?

I'd like to say I'm close...

to everything

that goes on at Nassau...

but I'm just the titular head...

if you'll pardon the expression.

Thanks to Uncle Fritz' money...

I reap the dividends,

the profits, and the credit.

Yes, thank you.

Von Elm's the real brains.

He'll give you all the facts you need.

Can you set it up?

I'll see you get

the run of the place.

Thanks.

Can I ask you a corny question?

If you don't mind a corny answer.

Are you getting anything

out of your success...

besides more success?

Why don't you say

what you mean?

All right.

Let's talk about Mary.

Nothing to talk about.

Things any better?

They're not any worse.

They'll never get any better.

I'm not interested, thank you.

I'm not good enough for you?

You might say that.

You won't be the first dissatisfied wife...

I've made happy.

I'd like to go back to the table.

He doesn't even know you're alive...

what perfume you're wearing...

or how gorgeous you are.

Everyone knows it. So do you.

Let go of me, please.

Don't act.

I know all about you.

Do you?

Alfred...

would you take

me home, please?

I thought you were

having a merry old time.

Good night.

It was delightful.

Good night, princess.

You were a charming host.

But corny?

Get my car, please.

Yes, sir.

[Whistles]

Hello, Natalie.

Hello.

It's nice

to see you again.

Do you know my wife Mary?

Natalie Benziger.

How do you do,

Mrs. Eaton?

Hello, miss Benziger.

What brings you to New York?

A little shopping expedition.

Are you here with your mother?

No. With a friend...

Mrs. English.

Caroline English.

How's your father?

He's fine, thank you.

Where did you two

know each other...

in Philadelphia?

I tried to sell Natalie's father

some bonds...

that time when I was down

in Mountain City.

In Pennsylvania, remember?

Yes, I remember.

Well, good night,

Mrs. Eaton.

It's very nice meeting you.

Good night, Natalie.

Good night.

Well...

and what does she call you?

Huh?

Miss, um... Benziger.

She calls me Mrs. Eaton...

and you call her Natalie...

but she doesn't call you anything.

Aren't you Mr. Eaton or Alfred?

As a matter of fact,

I'm Calvin Coolidge...

but she doesn't know that.

She's really quite lovely, you know.

And you know me. I like men.

So I'm told.

When she's that lovely...

I find it hard to hate her.

I think you were lucky.

I was?

Yes. She has something

I haven't got...

Niceness.

But then I have something

she hasn't got.

Me?

No.

Honesty and guts.

She has no guts.

What are you doing?

Don't worry. I'm not

calling your girlfriend.

I don't have to.

Dr. Roper, please.

Hello, Jim?

Remember me?

Exactly.

Look, why don't we

have dinner sometime?

Tomorrow night?

Aren't I, though?

Fine. I'll meet you at your place.

Marvelous.

Any objections?

I have no facts and no evidence...

so this is what I'm going to do.

It's all I can do.

Just like that?

Yes, just like that.

I let you talk to foremen,

designers, mechanics...

public relations men.

Everybody

but the test pilot.

I'm sure they told you

everything they know.

They were instructed

to be cooperative.

I'll bet they were.

Everybody's been very helpful.

E1 -FX is the greatest plane...

to ever sprout wings.

Maybe it can fly, too.

What am I supposed to say?

I don't want you to say

anything, Von Elm.

Before I go back to Wall Street...

and report the failure of a mission...

I'll give you one hour...

to produce this test pilot...

that's been so mysteriously busy.

Suppose I can't find him.

Then you're in the wrong business.

Don't think that won't

be in my report, too.

Wait a minute.

Get Kelly in here.

Yes, sir.

If somebody like me

didn't know you well...

they'd figure you

to walk in here...

with a whole set

of prejudices against us.

You left this company

when it was nothing...

because you thought

it would always be nothing.

I'm glad I'm known so well...

by somebody like you.

[Knock Knock]

Come in.

You sent for me, sir?

This is Jerry Kelly,

our test pilot.

I think Mr. Kelly and I

will take a walk.

What do you mean, a walk?

That's where you put one foot...

in front of the other.

All the time we've wasted.

I'll make it up to you.

I intend to make you do that.

Every time I'm with you this way...

I get the strangest feeling.

Well, I'm a strange man.

Are you?

Mmm.

And you're a strange woman.

How am I strange?

Haven't you discovered that yet?

No.

Well, I'll let you find out.

Jim.

Hmm?

Do you love me?

Love you?

Honey, I adore you...

but I don't believe in love...

any more than you do.

I believe in you wanting me

and me wanting you.

That's what brings you here...

and that's what will

keep us together.

Then I don't suppose

there's any sense...

in us talking about marriage...

or even thinking about it.

Look, let's have no more talk...

about love or eternal devotion...

shall we?

Jim!

Want me.

Please want me.

Oh, David...

the first real thing

in a whole long year.

I had to see you again.

This is really why

I came to New York.

Well, I'm glad you did.

I've... I've been wondering...

wondering about so many things.

You have?

Yes.

Your wife, she's...

Iovelier than I thought she'd be.

And you're still with her,

aren't you?

We live under the same roof.

That's all.

David...

is there someplace we can go?

So there it is.

Or there it was.

I could have

divorced her for it.

I could have,

but I didn't...

because it would have meant

damaging my career.

God help me.

My career seems

to be more important...

than I ever thought

it could be.

I put you out of my mind...

and buried myself

in my work...

even deeper than before.

But I guess

it never really worked...

because whenever

I thought of you, it was...

it was always with love.

Then the other night...

the moment I saw you...

it was like seeing you

that very first time.

But I felt real danger

for both of us.

You see, that's why...

I wish I'd had the courage

not to phone you.

So be careful, Natalie.

I have nothing to offer you...

except pain...

deep, tender, loving pain...

And I don't want to hurt you.

You understand

what I'm trying to say?

Yes, I do.

If you had any sense...

you'd get up from the table...

and never see me again.

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