Laura Page #3
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- 1944
- 88 min
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- You begin to bore me.
- You're a poor man.
I'm very sorry for you.
Naturally,
I was annoyed by the incident...
but she had something
about her, that girl.
I had to speak to her again.
I had to see her.
- Miss, would you mind if I-
- Just a moment, please.
I'll tell Mr. Bullitt right away.
He's on the telephone.
Thank you.
Boy, Waldo Lydecker
to see Miss Laura Hunt.
Announce me.
Johnny, please tell
the gentleman I'm busy.
Miss Hunt, I have something
to say to you.
You've already said it,
Mr. Lydecker.
I wish to point out that you caught me
at my most difficult moment.
Ordinarily I am not
without a heart.
Really?
Shall I produce
I wish to apologize.
Your apology is accepted.
Good-bye, Mr. Lydecker.
If you come
a little bit closer, my boy...
I can just crack your skull
with my stick.
And now, for reasons
which are too embarrassing to mention...
I'd like to endorse that pen.
Mr. Lydecker!
Thank you.
- You're a very strange man.
- What?
You're really sorry
for the way you acted, aren't you?
Let's not be psychiatric,
Miss Hunt...
but in a word, yes.
It's very kind of you,
you know.
I'm not kind. I'm vicious.
It's the secret of my charm.
But if you choose
to think me kind...
I'll call for you at 6:00.
All right?
All right.
Her career began
with my endorsement of the pen.
I secured other endorsements for her...
introduced her
to important clients.
I gave her her start...
but it was her own talent
and imagination...
that enabled her to rise
to the top of her profession...
and stay there.
She had an eager mind always.
She was always quick to seize upon
anything that would improve her mind...
or her appearance.
Laura had innate breeding.
But she deferred
to my judgment and taste.
I selected a more attractive
hair dress for her.
I taught her what clothes
were more becoming to her.
Through me, she met everyone.
The famous and the infamous.
Her youth and beauty, her poise
and charm of manner...
captivated them all.
She had warmth, vitality.
She had authentic magnetism.
Wherever we went,
she stood out.
Men admired her.
Women envied her.
She became as well known
as Waldo Lydecker's walking stick...
and his white carnation.
we stayed home...
dining quietly,
listening to my records.
I read my articles to her.
The way she listened
was more eloquent than speech.
These were the best nights.
Then one Tuesday, she phoned
and said she couldn't come.
It didn't matter, really.
But when it happened again
the following Friday, I was disturbed.
I couldn't
understand it. I felt betrayed...
and yet I knew Laura
I walked for a long time.
Then I found myself
before her apartment building.
The lights were on.
It pleased me to know she was home...
till I saw she was not alone.
But I waited.
I wanted to see who he was.
It was Jacoby, who had recently
painted her portrait.
He was so obviously conscious of looking
more like an athlete than an artist.
I sat up the rest of the night
I demolished his affectations...
exposed his camouflaged
imitations of better painters...
ridiculed his theories.
I did it for her,
knowing Jacoby was unworthy of her.
It was a masterpiece
because it was a labor of love.
Naturally, she could never
regard him seriously again.
There were others,
of course...
but her own discrimination
ruled them out...
before it became necessary
for me to intercede...
until one night at a party
at Ann Treadwell's.
It was one of her usual roundups
of bizarre and nondescript characters...
- corralled from every stratum of society.
- How are you this evening?
This is Mr. and Mrs. Preston.
They've been waiting to meet you.
How do you do?
- Hello, Shelby.
- Excuse me, honey.
You're Laura Hunt.
- Yes?
- Hello. I'm Shelby Carpenter.
- Want to dance?
- I'm not alone.
Oh, him? I'll bet
Excuse me, please. Yes.
Betsy Ross taught it to me.
- Hello, Waldo. Darling, how are you?
- Hello, darling.
- I see you've met Shelby.
- Hello, Ann.
- Unavoidably.
- He was awfully nice to me in Louisville at the Derby.
His family's from Kentucky.
Sharecroppers, no doubt.
Louise. Louise, for the last time,
will you marry me?
I won't, but I've saved
Oh, you're an angel.
In the meantime, darling...
you think you could
get this spot out for me?
I can afford a blemish on my character
but not on my clothes.
- Mmm. Couldn't eat another mouthful.
- I'm afraid it's rouge.
- I'm afraid it's liquor.
- Louise. Oh.
- May I have a glass of milk for Mr. Lydecker?
- Of course, Miss Hunt.
I forgot to tell you.
I also read palms.
I cook, I swallow swords, I mend my own
socks, I never eat garlic or onions.
What more can you want
of a man?
- Don't listen to that scalawag.
- I didn't expect to find him here, Louise.
What do you mean?
We're old friends.
She feeds me,
humors me, repairs me...
don't you, honey?
- I do.
- She has good sense.
- Now, wait just a minute. Thanks, Louise.
- You're wasting your time.
- She's got good sense too.
- You're jealous.
And what does it feel like,
Mr. Carpenter?
What does what feel like,
Miss Hunt?
Living on the income
from an estate.
- Well, I, uh-
- Or don't you know?
Well, I did, until the sheriff
took it over 10 years ago.
Why maintain the fiction?
Why not work?
Believe it or not, I asked
one of my many friends for a job once-
executive of a big company-
He could have pressed a button
and done it, but he just laughed.
- He thought I was joking.
- Weren't you?
No. When I convinced him, he got
embarrassed, said he'd phone me.
That was months ago. Now whenever
he sees me, he looks the other way.
- Do you really want a job?
- Yes.
Oh, here you are.
Laura, dear, I cannot stand
these morons any longer.
If you don't come with me
this instant, I shall run amok.
All right, Waldo.
Bullitt and Company.
You've got a job.
I concealed my
annoyance with masterly self-control...
but I sensed a situation
which would bear watching.
Laura, take a look at this.
Do you like it? Do you think it'll make
people want to bathe more often?
It should. It's excellent.
- There you are.
- Good night, Miss Hunt.
- Good night.
- Good night, Mr. Carpenter.
- Good night, honey.
- It's really very good. Who's the model?
You hired her yourself last week.
- Don't you remember?
- Oh, yeah.
Well, let's go, moon of my delight.
I am starved.
You usually are.
- I approve of that hat.
- You do?
Mm-hmm.
And the girl in it too.
Thank you.
I knew there was
something on my mind.
What is it? Oh, yes.
Will you dine with me tomorrow night?
- Maybe.
- No, that isn't what's worrying me.
- It's the next night.
- But, Shelby, I can't be-
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