From the Terrace Page #6

Do you want a wife

with frozen fingers?

What did you two talk about?

He still loves me.

Thanks.

You wouldn't

have believed me...

if I said we talked

about the weather.

Did he kiss you?

Well, I bet he tried to kiss you.

Not only that...

he picked me up in his arms

and carried me off.

You're just trying

to make a joke out of it.

Darling, you're being silly.

I like him.

I always have liked him.

You can't expect me

to stop liking my men friends...

any more than I can expect you...

to stop liking your women friends.

Let's not talk about it.

That suits me fine.

Sandy! Sandy!

Alfred, stop the car.

Look.

Sandy!

Help! Help!

Help!

Help! Help!

Help!

Help!

Sandy fell in!

Ohh!

Oh, sir! Mr. MacHardie!

Sandy fell in.

He wouldn't listen to me.

Here, give him to me.

Get away from here.

Who are you?

I'm his grandfather.

Call a doctor,

the fire department. Hurry.

It's all right.

You can't begrudge them

for wanting to thank you.

I wish he'd let it go

at sending flowers.

You rescued the grandson

ofJames Duncan MacHardie...

who is only the most...

famous financier in America.

I know.

We'll get a lot more

than a houseful of flowers...

and an evening of gratitude,

you can be sure.

First he'll look us over...

to find out whether

we're sufficiently respectable.

Then he'll look me over...

to find out whether

my halo's bright enough...

to qualify me for one

of those desks of his...

at number 25 Wall Street...

An aging fortress of banking integrity.

You must admit the timing's perfect...

what with you planning to leave Lex...

and no job in sight.

How do you know I'll take his job?

Because I know you, darling...

and you're very shrewd, darling.

You're not at all the kind of man...

to turn down the opportunity

of a lifetime...

no matter how much

you protest, darling.

Besides, doesn't

Wall Street close up shop...

early in the afternoon?

I love the idea...

of your being available

to me more often.

Is that all it would mean to you?

What's wrong with a girl...

worrying about her own

needs now and then?

How nice of you to come.

I'm Jean Duffy...

Mr. MacHardie's daughter...

and Sandy's

very grateful mother.

This is my husband Creighton.

We wanted to thank you alone...

And we do...

but we also wanted Sandy...

to meet the gentleman...

who saved his life.

Oh. Sandy, dear.

This is Mrs. Eaton.

Hello, Sandy.

And Mr. Eaton

you have met before.

Glad you dried off.

Thank you very much...

for fishing me out of the pond.

My pleasure.

And?

And... Oh, yes.

And it's a good thing...

I wasn't any smaller...

or you'd have had to

throw me back.

Oh, very good.

Good. Now, son,

skedaddle.

Good night, Sandy.

Now you're ready

for your cocktail.

Creighton, will you

and Mrs. Eaton lead the way?

You were very sweet

to him, Mr. Eaton.

I'd like you to meet

the other guests...

Mrs. Ripley...

Lady Sevringham...

Mrs. Pearson...

Lord Sevringham.

My father you know, of course.

Glad to see you again, sir.

And Mr. Thornton.

Mr. And Mrs. Eaton.

I think that does it.

I didn't expect

to see you here.

It might turn out

to be something of an occasion.

Watch out for Creighton Duffy.

He's a member

of MacHardie and Company...

but only because

he's a son-in-law.

Resents competition.

You have a Portland, Oregon...

and a Portland, Maine.

Why, when you have

a new country like this...

and a splendid opportunity...

to start from scratch

with all-new names...

why must you have two Portlands?

Well, we have a lot worse than that.

You've heard of California.

I have a friend there.

And you've heard of Indiana.

Yes, I think so.

And Pennsylvania.

[Lord Sevringham]

Philadelphia is in Pennsylvania.

But we have a California

in Pennsylvania...

and an Indiana

in Pennsylvania.

I'm not at all surprised.

You have a place in New York...

called the Polo Grounds...

and all they do there

is play baseball and football.

I never saw an elephant

in Piccadilly Circus.

Did you?

Well, gentlemen...

I think brandy and cigars

are in order.

Creighton, will you

play host in the lounge...

while I have a few words

with Mr. Eaton?

I like the way you handle yourself,

young man.

It was a lucky shot.

I was not referring...

to your manipulation

of a cue stick.

Oh?

I've made inquiries

about you, Mr. Eaton...

and the results have

been most satisfying.

I'm very flattered.

I'm not in the habit...

of offering positions

with J.D. MacHardie and Company...

to men who qualify...

as lifeguards and nothing more.

That seems to make good sense...

just as a sensible man...

ought never to accept anything...

that life has to offer...

unless he's absolutely sure...

that that's what he wants.

Can a man be that sure of his goals?

I think so.

Tell me yours.

I want to live in a big world...

compete with big people,

and make big money.

How big is big?

As big as you are, sir.

Certainly bigger than my father.

I always wanted

to top my father, too.

It helped me

to achieve what I did...

even if I fell short

by almost 30 million.

I don't intend to fall short.

And preferably not with your present

business associates?

There is such a thing

as information, Mr. Eaton.

And you've got it.

How long will it take you

to settle your affairs?

Two months.

Shall we join the ladies?

At your pleasure.

[Telephone Rings]

Yeah.

What?

You're right, Mary.

I'm sorry.

I said I'm sorry.

Well, why don't you

go on ahead, then...

and I'll meet you there.

Yeah. What?

Yeah. Right now.

Absolutely.

When will he get back?

In time for Christmas, he hopes.

What's he doing in California?

He's not in California.

That was last year.

It's Colorado.

What's he doing in Colorado?

Buying a copper mine

for Mr. MacHardie.

Well, make sure

he buys you one, too.

How is every little thing

in Baton Rouge, Louisiana?

It is Louisiana, isn't it?

Alfred, you'll have to speak up.

I can't hear you.

Look, why don't you

come a little closer...

like, uh, New York City?

That's in New York state,

remember?

I am not.

I've only had one teeny

little glass of champagne.

Hmm?

Oh, just the usual crowd.

You know, Sage and Steve...

and Nancy and Parker Wells...

and... nobody else

you know, I don't think.

Yes, dear, I will.

Mm-hmm. You, too.

Bye-bye.

Tell him we can meet

whenever it's convenient.

Mr. Eaton...

Mr. MacHardie wishes...

to have lunch with you at 12:00.

I've got another engagement.

It is now 3 minutes to 12:00, sir.

All right.

Thank you, sir.

See if you can catch

Mrs. Eaton at home...

and if it's too late,

just call the restaurant.

You will be there...

posing as one

of our bond salesmen...

opening up new territory...

eyes open, ear to the ground.

Find out all you can...

about a man named

Ralph W. Benziger.

Benziger.

If we ever make...

sizable commitments

in that area...

this is the man we might want

to take charge...

provided his hands are clean.

That's for you to find out...

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