Mr. Skeffington Page #7

Oh, no.

Oh, no, not Trippy.

My poor, darling Trippy.

And I loved him so.

- Fanny.

- I told him not to go to war. I told him.

- I told him.

- Fanny, let me say something to you.

- Will you please?

- No, no. Leave me alone.

Trippy's dead.

George.

George.

George, go up to Fanny.

- I'll get some brandy. Maybe that'll help.

- Right.

It's all right, Manby.

- Fanny, darling, you mustn't.

- Oh, George.

If it hadn't been for Job,

Trippy never would've gone to war.

- Now, you mustn't say it.

- He killed Trippy. He killed him.

- Fanny, you know that isn't true.

- Yes, he did.

And I'll go on living with him

for the rest of my life.

For the rest of my life,

he'll keep looking at me...

...with those puppy-dog eyes of his.

So good and so kind.

It's so sickening.

Job loves you very much. You know that.

It's really funny, Georgie.

I married Job

so I could take care of Trippy.

And now Trippy is gone.

And all I've got is Job.

Some brandy?

Isn't it a trifle immodest?

No, no, madam. Not immodest.

Daring, maybe.

- What do you think, monsieur?

- Delightfully so, I should say.

And if Mr. Skeffington calls, Manby...

...tell him I won't be home for dinner.

You have just heard an address

by Alfred E. Smith, governor of New York.

How about a game of billiards tonight?

Sorry, I have to go home.

Ask Skeffington.

He's usually free.

That was the most wonderful time

I've ever had in my life.

Do you remember the time

at Cape Cod?

Remember to forget it...

Thank you.

- Excuse me.

- Surely.

Certainly, Fanny.

You're the notorious Mr. MacMahon.

Yeah.

And you're Fanny Skeffington.

Good stuff, huh, bud?

- I suppose it's right off the boat, eh?

- Yeah. They scraped it off.

Oh, Mr. Mac.

Come in. Come in, Mr. Mac.

- Hi, Joe. How's business?

- Business? Wonderful.

Got a new load today. Right off the boat.

Right out of the bathtub, you mean.

Come on, Fanny.

- Hi, Mac. Glad to see you.

- Louie. Got a good table?

I'll make a good table.

Throw somebody out.

This way, please.

Thank you.

- I'll see that you get the special stuff, Mac.

- Thanks, Louie.

Mac, is this one of your places?

I don't know. I may have a piece of it.

Cigarette?

No, thank you. I have my special kind.

My, my.

Beautiful. Beautiful.

- Ain't she beautiful?

- Yeah. Sure, sure.

I got a friend I want you to see.

I mean, I want him to see you.

Okay. Beat it, beat it.

Beat it?

That's just the trouble

with all you husbands.

You're all alike. You're selfish.

You wait here, honey. I'll be right back.

I want this fella to see you.

Do you think we look like

husband and wife, Mac?

We look more like it

than you and Skeffington do.

I've been keeping tab on that husband

of yours. I've got plenty on him.

- On Job?

- Yeah.

- Women.

- Don't be silly.

No fooling.

You think all these years he's been sitting

at home in a pair of slippers?

- He's always home when I get home.

- He's got a faster car, that's all.

- Oh, Mac.

- You'll see.

Look, Fanny...

...l'm a guy who likes

to call a spade a spade.

Why do you stick together? You haven't

meant a thing to each other for years.

- Mac, really I'd rather not talk about it.

- I wanna talk about it.

Well, you see, Mac...

...l'm a girl who believes

in keeping her marriage vows.

Champagne. Just the thing

for my guilty conscience.

What've you got

a guilty conscience about?

I broke a date with Janie Clarkson

to come here tonight.

You know, that girl has

a perfectly charming voice.

Yeah. Nice kid too.

Well, here's to you, baby.

Fanny, I wanna marry you.

- Why, Mac.

- No kidding.

Well, what's so funny about it?

I'm making plenty of dough.

If these times keep up,

I'll be making more than Skeffington.

Maybe not such a smooth way,

but much more exciting.

Mac, I've always wanted

to ask you something.

Have you ever killed a man?

If you mean will I knock off Skeffington

for you, sure, I'd love to.

Here she is.

- This is my friend, Sid Lappen.

- How do you do?

What do you think, kid?

She's gorgeous.

Gorgeous.

All right, you two. Scram.

Now, don't you go away, honey.

I got another friend.

- Say, where's Eddie?

- We've gotta get Eddie.

- I wonder where he is.

- Eddie.

Thank you.

- Well.

- He's a little late tonight.

Tonight? Does Job

come here every night?

Not every night.

Three or four times a week.

She's his secretary.

He has a stable of secretaries.

If you want a reason to get rid of him,

there she is. Number five.

- Five?

- That I know of.

- Hello, Louie.

- How are you?

- Could we have our usual table?

- Sure.

Thank you.

How are you, Skeffington?

How are you, Mr. MacMahon?

Hello, Job.

Hello, Fanny.

Fanny, may I present Miss Morris.

How do you do, Miss Morris?

- Eleanor, this is my wife, Fanny.

- How do you do?

And it may be something of an anticlimax,

but this is Mr. MacMahon.

Glad to meet you.

Won't you join us?

- I think I'd rather go home.

- I wish you wouldn't.

This is one of the few chances I get

of seeing my wife.

Please.

- Thank you, Louie.

- Yes, sir.

Two more glasses, Louie.

Sure, Mac.

Are you my husband's secretary,

Miss Morris?

Yes, I am.

I think this sort of employer-employee

relationship is most progressive.

If there were more like it, there would be

no need for socialists on street corners.

By the way, Mrs. Skeffington,

are you Mr. MacMahon's secretary?

Me? Good heavens, no.

Well, then, perhaps

there's a definite need...

...for those street-corner socialists.

- Champagne?

- Thank you.

- Here she is.

- This is our friend, Eddie.

Take a good look.

Ain't she beautiful?

Definitely.

Quiet, everybody. Take it easy.

- Open up!

- The police.

Hey, boss, the cops. It's a raid.

We'd better get out of here.

Fanny.

- Excuse me.

- Let's get out the side way.

Stay where you are. Everybody's

under arrest. Pick them up.

Get the boss over there.

- Come on.

- Here's the boss, sergeant.

What's the idea?

We've been raided already this week.

They didn't tell me about it.

Take him away.

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon, Soames.

- Hello, Soames.

- Georgie, would you like a cocktail?

I certainly would.

Soames, would you bring

cocktails in the drawing room?

Yes, madam.

- Soames, have there been any calls?

- No, madam. But Mr. Skeffington is here.

He's in the garden with Miss Fanny.

Thank you.

- Does Fanny know what's going on?

- It's impossible to keep anything from her.

You see, she's inherited all of Job's brains

and none of my looks.

As a matter of fact, Job says

she looks like his grandmother.

Fanny, I'm gonna make

one more last plea.

Can't you find it possible to forgive Job?

Five secretaries in a row?

I'm not that forgiving.

The second secretary must have

forgiven him for the first.

The third for the second, and so on.

Can't you be as forgiving as a secretary?

As a matter of fact,

I'm very grateful to Job...

...for making it so easy for me

to divorce him.

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