Marnie Page #3

I had notions of being a zoologist.

- I still try to keep up with my field.

- Zoos?

Instinctual behaviour.

Oh. Does zoology include people,

Mr Rutland?

Well, in a way. It includes all

the animal ancestors

from whom man derived his instincts.

Ladies' instincts too?

That paper deals with

the instincts of predators.

What you might call the criminal class

of the animal world.

Lady animals figure

very largely as predators.

(Thunderclaps)

Put on the overhead light if you like.

The switch is by the door.

(Thunderclaps)

Why don't you sit down, Mrs Taylor?

If the storm worries you that much,

I'll get you something to drink.

Mrs Taylor?

The building is grounded, Mrs Taylor.

You' re quite safe here...

from the lightning.

The colours! Stop the colours!

What colours?

It's over. All over. You're alright.

OK now? Would you like something

to drink? Some brandy?

- No, thank you. I'm awfully sorry.

- Oh, don't be silly.

- Why do colours bother you?

- Colours?

You seem to be terrified

of some colours.

No, no. What I'm terrified

of is thunder and lightning.

I wouldn't have pegged you as a woman

terrified of anything.

Well, we've all got to go sometime.

Look, this place is wrecked

and you're in no state to work.

Suppose I drive you home.

You can do this job some other time.

- Thank you. I -

- Go get your things.

It's cold and damp here.

I must get the maintenance people in.

- I'm really sorry about the cabinet.

- Why should you be?

You said it was all

you had left of your wife.

I said it was all I had left

that had belonged to my wife.

Oh.

(Car Radio) "Native Winkler is second.

Hopeless is third."

Oh, no please. I'd like to hear.

- You like racing?

- I like horses.

I go to the races when I can.

- Was your husband a track fan?

- Yes.

- And you go alone now?

- Yes.

Atlantic City track's open

till the end of the month.

We could drive out there next Saturday.

Alright.

- Are you fond of horses?

- No, not at all.

(PA Announcer) "Fast Return

moving up on the outside. "

(Announcer Continues)

Well, that's another one.

Oh, I like it here like this.

You' re the expert.

What do you like in the next race?

Lemon Pudding. He's finished third

his last three times out.

- Got a good jockey up today.

- Lemon Pudding it is.

The morning line says he's four to one.

I'll get on him.

(Man) Pardon me.

But you're Peggy Nicholson, aren't you?

Remember me?

I'm sorry. What did you say?

- Aren't you Peggy Nicholson?

- No, I'm not.

Yeah? I was pretty sure you were.

When I first saw you down here -

I'm sorry, you've made a mistake.

I am not Miss Nichols.

- Nicholson.

- Nicholson.

Frank Abernathy introduced us

a couple of years ago in Detroit.

Frank Abernathy.

You remember Frank.

No, I do not know anyone

named Frank Abernathy.

I have never known anyone

named Frank Abernathy.

- Now, will you please go?

- Aw, come on now, honey.

You're trying to pull my leg,

aren't you?

(Mark) Now, why should any young lady

want to pull your leg?

Oh, sorry. I thought

I recognised this lady.

- Did he recognise you?

- No.

- You did not recognise her.

- I said I thought I recognised her.

- I said I'm sorry.

- Good for you. You've apologised.

You may go now.

- You came back so quickly.

- Yes. Who's your fan?

I just seem to have one of those faces.

Well, what do you like

in the next race?

Can we go to the paddock?

I'd like to see Telepathy.

Been watching him ever since I saw him

work out once as a two-year-old.

Oh, I believe that's

our old friend Telepathy.

Yeah, number eight. Telepathy.

He's a lanky-looking piece of business,

but I bow to your superior knowledge.

- What is it? What ' s the matter?

- Don't bet him.

- Why not?

- He's walleyed.

Can we go now?

What a paragon you are.

You don't smoke, drink or gamble.

Just this once... for luck.

- I don't believe in luck.

- What do you believe in?

Nothing.

Oh, horses, maybe.

At least they're beautiful,

and nothing in this world like people.

Oh, yes, people. A thoroughly bad lot.

Generally.

Did you have a tough childhood,

Mrs Taylor?

Not particularly

I think you did. I think you've had

a hard, tough climb.

But you're a smart girl, aren't you?

The careful grammar,

the quiet good manners.

- Where did you learn them?

- From my betters.

What about your tough childhood,

Mr Rutland?

The old, sad story.

Promising youth blighted.

Dragged down by money,

position, noblesse oblige.

By the time I came along,

the company was hanging on the ropes.

We had about 1,000 employees who were

about to go down for the count.

What about the Rutlands?

What would've happened to your family?

Nothing ever happens to a family that

traditionally marries

at least one heiress

every other generation.

(Crowd Cheering)

You shouldn't've chickened. Your

walleyed reject just won by 4 lengths.

I think I've had enough. Can we go?

If you like.

The track's open

till the end of the month.

That gives us two more Saturdays.

If your luck holds out, by this time

next month, I'll be a rich man.

- Oh, Miss Nicholson.

- You really are pressing your luck.

Where are we going this time?

I thought it was time I brought you

home to meet my old man.

- You should've told me.

- You're alright.

Dad goes by scent. If you smell

anything like a horse, you're in.

Here we are, old bean. The homestead.

- Hello, Dad.

- Who's this?

This is Mary Taylor.

Mary, this is my father.

- How do you do, Mr Rutland?

- A girl, is it?

It's alright, Dad. She's not really

a girl, she's a horse-fancier.

The track's closed. I thought if

I brought her to see your horses,

- I'd hold her attention a bit longer.

- Splendid, splendid!

Come along, my dear.

I was just about to have a cup of tea.

Oh, Mary, this is my

sister-in-law, Lil Mainwaring.

- Mary Taylor.

- How do you do?

Hi. I've seen you

at Rutland's, haven't I?

(Rutland) It bewilders me what any

of you can find to do at Rutland's.

Oh, dear! I think I rather sprained

my wrist this afternoon.

There's sure to be droppage

and spillage. Would you mind awfully?

(Rutland) Strong, please.

No milk, two lumps of sugar.

The meals in this house

are shocking bad,

but I do insist on good

Horn and Hardart cake at tea.

You take yours with lemon,

don't you, Lil?

Yes, lemon for Lil, Mary.

Strong with a dash of rum for me.

(Rutland) Spinster's tea.

Mucking up tea with strong drink.

- Something sneaky about it, eh?

- What's your opinion, Miss Taylor?

Do you think old Mark here

is a sneaky one?

Possibly.

How do you take your tea, Miss Taylor?

Usually with a cup

of hot water and a tea bag.

(Rutland) Lazy habit, my dear.

I'll have quite a large slice

of that butter cake, please.

- Do you ride, Miss Taylor?

- A little.

Best thing in the world

for the inside of a man or woman

is the outside of a horse.

I shouldn't think you'd find

old Mark very interesting.

- Doesn't hunt. Doesn't even ride!

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