From the Terrace Page #5

You haven't had experience...

running a mill, Alfred...

but you can be sure

I'll help you...

in any way I can.

Thank you very much...

but I haven't got

the slightest intention...

of running my father's mill.

I plan to be active head

of my own family...

which means Mary and me.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Mary.

Do you give up?

Yes, I give up.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Eugene, lovely day

for a wedding.

[Knock On Door]

Hello, Mary.

I wouldn't miss this

for the world.

Don't go, Sage.

I think I'd better.

I read all your letters.

I know exactly how you feel.

Does he know you the way I do?

Does he know...

that wild and wonderful

nature of yours?

I think you'd better leave.

It won't work.

Please go.

You don't have to marry him...

to get what you want of him.

Good luck, Mary.

[Telephone Rings]

[Ring]

Yeah?

Hi. What's the matter...

you change your mind?

Alfred, do you love me?

Do I love you?

Of course I love you.

Is that why you called?

All right. I love you.

I love you. I love you.

I love you. I love you.

And incidentally...

we have a date tonight.

Careful, now.

Somebody might be listening.

Yeah.

Bye-bye.

[Doorbell Buzzes]

Hi. Come on in.

I've got a great idea.

Porter-Eaton Flying Machine Company.

Tailspins, Incorporated.

Bottoms Up Corporation?

If Uncle Fritz ever heard me...

talking like this...

he'd probably take back the money.

Alfred, you trust me, don't you?

Why, sure, I do.

You're my best man.

I have to tell you

something, then.

I can't...

Your mother just phoned...

from the hospital.

She told me not

to say anything...

especially to you.

What is it?

Your father died

a few minutes ago.

I'm sorry.

Shall I tell them

to call off the wedding?

No.

Well, I guess he

hated me so much...

he couldn't even st...

stand to be alive...

on the day I got married.

Oh, I like this little baby.

She's like my ideal woman...

handles easily...

levels off without too much work.

Hey, buddy, you're not with me.

Oh, I'm with you.

Come on, what is it?

I saw those new engines

in the hangar today.

The navy ordered 100

from Continental.

We heard about it and got two.

Who's we?

Von Elm and myself.

Why wasn't I consulted?

We need engines, don't we?

I don't like your

going over my head.

How do you like it?

We're about to buzz

your happy little home...

and your happy little wife.

The least you can do...

is put a smile on

that sour pan of yours.

What did you marry,

a man or a mosquito?

Very much a man, Sage.

A delicious man and all man...

from the top of his head...

to the tip of his toes.

Uh-huh.

What was that "uh-huh" for?

You've been married over a year.

If you're about to say,

"Why no children?" don't.

That's my doing, not his.

Me talk about children?

I hate the little stinkers.

You absolutely shock me, Sage.

Why, because I say

what you secretly feel?

Oh, stop it.

It's unfair, you know...

the way I tell you everything

about Steve and me...

what it's like when

we're alone together...

and you not only

don't let me in on a thing...

that goes on between you

and that gorgeous fellow...

you even try to pull

the wool over my eyes.

The trouble with you...

is you're nothing

but a frustrated peeping Tom.

Wrong gender, darling.

Come on now,

woman-to-woman...

what's he like?

He's fine.

If only he'd come home

into your waiting arms...

a little more often, huh?

Precisely what can a group

of red-blooded American males...

do to an airplane propeller

until 4:
00 in the morning?

Well, I don't think

I'd want a man...

who wasn't interested

in being successful.

Oh, I'm curious.

What does success look like...

when you turn out the lights?

Oh, you're impossible, Sage.

I say if work is a man's mistress...

then there's only one answer

for the wife...

another man.

And how is Jim Roper these days?

Ever hear from him?

Of course not.

Now, don't let faint heart...

spoil life's golden

opportunities, darling.

I don't want to seem a bore...

but I'm not interested in this.

What gives?

I don't know.

Pull it up.

I'm trying.

What happened?

Fortunately, he woke up in time.

Looked like the new

stabilizer to me.

What new stabilizer?

We're trying out

a modified version of the old one.

What's wrong with the unmodified

version of the old one?

Well, nothing, really...

but there's always

room for refinement.

Wait a minute.

I won't make a point

out of the fact...

that nobody told me

what's happening.

I got a bigger point to make.

You and Von Elm must

think we're running...

an aeronautical laboratory.

We're designing planes,

refining planes...

modifying planes,

redesigning planes.

We're doing everything

but selling planes.

Either we're in business or not.

I think we got

a good plane there.

Let's freeze the design...

start manufacturing,

and start selling.

And if you don't

see it that way...

we ought to sit down...

and have a serious talk.

In your office or mine?

Every time Sage

starts talking like that...

I get a little crazy.

I don't want

to win out anymore.

I just want to get out.

I feel like I'm blushing all over.

I'd hate to have her think I'm a...

What do you call me?

A hot number.

Lex doesn't give a hang

about business.

I went into this

to make money...

not in five years...

next year, tomorrow.

All I could think of

was one thing.

Hmm?

How much I wanted you.

If he and Von Elm want

to play Tiddlywinks...

with Fritz Thornton's money...

they can do it without me.

When we go there Sunday,

I'll tell them...

Either I get some control,

or I want out.

Darling?

Hmm?

You talk too much.

So long, Mary, Jim.

So long, Mary, Jim.

See you back at the house.

No, thanks.

Can we go inside,

Mr. Thornton?

You cold?

I'd like to have

a few words with you.

Sure you don't want to

keep an eye on Mary?

Why? She's a good skater.

That's not exactly what I meant.

You were my girl.

Obviously I wasn't your girl.

You wouldn't say awful things...

about somebody you cared about.

You made a fool out of me.

Think I'd be a little gentleman?

If you wanted to

make me feel terrible...

you've succeeded.

Jim, don't.

Now when I hold a girl,

I pretend it's you.

That's a filthy thing to say.

I've had a dozen girls

since you left me...

but they've all been you, Mary.

That's the way it's

going to be with you.

Some night in bed...

he'll turn into me.

You angry, Alfred,

or just thinking?

What?

Oh, no, I'm not angry.

I expected you to support Lex

and Von Elm.

I admit it would be easier

to make money now...

but it would be nothing...

compared to what might come

in 5 or 10 years...

if the itch for quick profits...

could remain unscratched for a while.

Well, I have to make a decision then...

don't I, Mr. Thornton?

Yes, I guess you do...

but not today.

On the seventh day...

the businessman should rest.

If it was nothing...

why were you running

away from him?

I was not running away.

My fingers were freezing.

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