Mr. Skeffington Page #3

- It's your money.

- No, thank you.

I'm dining with the district attorney.

Just a social call.

I'm sorry you can't stay.

- Good night, Mr. Skeffington.

- Good night, Miss Trellis.

Don't bother seeing me to the door.

You have your guests.

- Good night, sir.

- Good night.

Good night, Mr. Skeffington.

Good night.

- I could wring Trippy's neck.

- It wouldn't do any good, Georgie.

When he was a boy,

we'd put him to bed regularly...

...without supper, and he'd still gain weight.

- But what are we gonna do?

- There's nothing to worry about.

- No?

No. There will be three dozen roses

in the morning.

What a beautiful basket

of flowers, Manby.

- Whose were the first to arrive?

- Mr. Morrison's.

Which are Mr. Skeffington's?

No flowers came from Mr. Skeffington.

These are Mr. Thatcher's,

and these are Mr. Conderley's.

Manby, were there any calls

for me this morning?

I mean, calls other than Mr. Morrison's

and Mr. Thatcher's and Mr. Conderley's?

The Reverend Dr. Parker called.

He said to tell you dinner

last night was heavenly.

- Did he ask if I'd sold any bazaar tickets?

- Yes.

I thought so.

Well, I haven't, Manby. Not a one.

You may take them back downstairs.

- Good morning, Fanny.

- Good morning, Trippy.

- What day is today?

- Friday.

Oh, I miscalculated.

I didn't intend getting up until Monday.

Hey, I can't find my pulse.

That doesn't surprise me in the least.

You knew George wanted to talk to you

last night about Mr. Skeffington.

That's why you drank so much.

Since when have I needed an excuse?

Trippy, what are you going to do now?

How can we possibly

repay Mr. Skeffington?

What do you mean, "repay Skeffington"?

We don't owe him anything.

The whole thing's probably

a huge clerical error.

Twenty-four thousand dollars?

A clerical error?

Well, money and high finance

confuse me.

I never know what belongs to whom

or whose is what.

People are very picayune about money.

Oh, leave me alone, I have a hangover.

Trippy.

Why did you do it?

I'm the brother of the most sought-after girl

in New York. I've gotta live up to it.

That's no excuse

for doing something so dreadful.

- Did Skeffington say what he's gonna do?

- He said that he'd let it ride a while.

Very magnanimous of him.

Listen, Fanny...

...I don't want you to ask any favors of him.

We don't have to beg from him.

- I don't like him or his type.

- I think he was very considerate of you.

The least you can do is forgive him

for having robbed him.

Rob?

Rob. That's what I said, rob.

- That's a fine thing to say.

- How else could you expect me to say it?

I certainly don't expect my own sister...

Yes, I'm glad.

I'm glad Dad isn't alive to see you insult

and humiliate me in defense of a cheap...

Oh, now, you stop that Trippy Trellis.

Skeffington doesn't need any defending.

- You...

- Don't you say another word. I feel sick.

- Of course...

- You make me sick.

You feel sick every time I say something

to you about something you've done.

Trippy, dear...

I'm sorry. Really, I'm sorry.

- Why can't you leave me alone?

- Oh, Trippy, you mustn't.

You mustn't feel like this.

Everything will be all right, really.

No, it won't.

I've just been lucky so far.

Sooner or later,

everybody will know about me.

If Skeffington doesn't go to the police,

someday somebody will.

When that happens, I'll...

- When that happens, I'll kill myself.

- Trippy.

Trippy, don't say such things.

Don't even think such things.

Why do I do it?

Who do I get it from?

Not from Dad.

- He was a grand old gent, wasn't he?

- Yes, he was, Trippy.

Fanny...

...do you remember much about Mother?

Just that she was tall and very beautiful

and played the piano.

I'm glad she's not here...

...to see what I turned out to be.

Why, Trippy Trellis...

...she would love you very much.

Why don't you get dressed and come

have lunch with Janie Clarkson and me.

No, thanks.

- The thought of food...

- Oh, please do.

Janie's very amusing,

and she wears such funny hats.

Yes, Manby?

Some more flowers, Miss Trellis.

From Mr. Chester Forbish.

A very interesting man.

Who, Chester?

No, not Chester.

Skeffington Company, Casey speaking.

Seventeen and a half, sir.

Five hundred at 17 and a half? Yes, sir.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- May I see Mr. Skeffington, please?

- Your name, please?

Miss Trellis.

Miss Anderson, there's a Miss Trellis

here to see Mr. Skeffington.

Yes, ma'am.

- Would you wait a moment, please?

- Thank you.

Will you try to locate Mr. Skeffington?

He's on the exchange floor.

- Yes, Miss Anderson.

- Supply and demand are hypothetical.

The thing to look out...

- Mr. Skeffington.

- How do you do, Miss Trellis? I didn't...

- Why didn't you tell me she was here?

- But...

That's quite all right, Mr. Skeffington...

...considering the fact that I'm

completely unexpected and uninvited.

- Won't you come in?

- Thank you.

Mr. Skeffington, I want you to know

I didn't come here to talk about Trippy.

Good. It's a painful subject.

- Won't you sit down?

- Thank you.

Cigar?

Oh, I'm sorry. It's automatic.

All my visitors are men.

I see.

Now, what can I do for you?

Mr. Skeffington, I came to ask you if you

would buy some tickets for a bazaar...

...or a musical...

...or it might even be a picnic.

- It's for some charity, I suppose.

Yes, it's for the Children's Hospital

or the Home for the Aged.

I don't quite remember.

Anyway, it's printed on the tickets.

That's funny. I was sure that

I'd brought them with me. They're $25.

They're both worthy causes.

I'll take a dozen tickets.

You will not. Two is quite enough.

Besides, you don't get a thing

for your money.

Or are you used to that?

Mr. Skeffington...

...do you mind very much

if I sit somewhere else?

That eagle looks as if

he were going to pounce on me...

...or whatever it is that eagles do.

- Are you sure he isn't still alive?

- Quite.

He's just stuffed.

Well, my poor little bird is stuffed too,

so maybe that's what appeals to him.

Perhaps you'd like to sit here?

She's very pretty.

Your wife?

No. I'm not married.

Your sister?

I have no family at all.

Well, she's very attractive, but I won't

pursue the subject any further.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Yeah.

What is it now?

Buy 10,000 at 23 and a half.

Mr. Skeffington, please forgive me

for being so curious...

...but it sounds very important.

- Ten thousand what?

- Ten thousand shares of steel.

What's the 23 and a half?

Twenty-three and a half dollars a share.

Ten thousand at 23 and a half?

Oh, well, if you're that casual about money,

I'll let you buy the dozen tickets after all.

You know, the Trellis fortune

was made and lost here...

...and I've never once

seen the stock exchange.

I'd be glad to show you

around some time.

That's very nice of you,

but isn't it a little vague?

Could you make it right now?

I have an engagement with Janie Clarkson,

but we don't like each other...

...so she probably won't be there, either.

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