Ten North Frederick Page #6

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With Joby and with Ann.

Above all, with Ann.

If only I..

Well, it's too late now. There's

nothing left to vent.

And long ago, I guess, I even failed with you..

...or you wouldn't have done what you did.

Oh, and I suppose you're going to

hold it against me for the rest of my life.

No.

No, Edith. There will be no reprisals.

Whether we like it or not,

we are both getting old.

And I'm going to bed. Goodnight Edith.

Thank you Carl.

Carl! A word with you.

Yes, Billy.

How long has Joe been taking two

double-martinis before lunch?

Well, Joe's had a pretty tough year,

What with his son, and his daughter

and now this political thing.

One knockout punch after another.

And another one.

Sort of a sneak rabbit-punch

getting to be 50.

You're not implying that at fifty

Joe's life is over?

Well, it's foolish to say that a man's

life is over.

While he has anything in him

to respond to new life.

Where's that daughter of his?

Ann? She's working in a

bookstore in New York.

Does he miss her?

He misses her like the very devil.

You know.

Someone from the firm has

to go to New York next week.

Maybe..

First data returns from precincts

in New Hampshire give...

Wilkie, repubican, 168 votes and...

Roosevelt, democrat 107 votes.

Oh, I beg your pardon. I wanted

to see Ann Chapin.

Ann's gone out. She won't be

back until late.

Well, I suppose I should have called first.

Sorry I disturbed you.

Would you like to leave a message?

I thought I knew all Ann's friends.

I'm her father.

Oh! Would you like to come in Mr. Chapin?

Thank you.

I'm Kate Drummond.

I know. Ann wrote us about you.

May I offer you a drink?

You probably have an engagement.

No. I was just going to

fix myself some some dinner.

Curl up with a bad book.

I'm having scotch.

Scotch is fine.

I suppose you know that your father

and I were classmates at Yale.

Yes.

How is father Drummond?

Father?

Did you know that was his name?

Oh yes, but I never knew why.

We thought he looked like a priest.

I must say, he didn't behave like one.

Soda?

Please.

He refers to you as "slaps"?

"Slats."

But that was a few years ago.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

I'm awfully pleased that you and Ann

have become friends.

We were never formally introduced you know.

We met over a cup of coffee

at the art club.

A couple of career girls on the loose.

I'm a photographic model.

I think I've seen you, on magazine covers?

I've made a few.

Miss Drummond, now that I am here, I would

like to pump you a little about Ann.

If I may.

You can try.

Nothing too awkward, I hope.

Does she confide in you?

I know about her marriage, if that's

what you mean.

Thanks.

You've saved me a lot of

devious questioning.

No doubt you have some preconceived

ideas about me. And my wife.

Yes.

Wait until you have children.

You justify a lot of selfish acts..

...on the ground that you're acting

in their best interest.

I hope not. But probably.

And then you have to live with it.

I have to live with the realization that I..

...destroyed the happiness..

...the one human being I loved without

reservation.

Without limit.

Don't you take all the blame Mr. Chapin.

At least half of it belongs to Mrs. Chapin.

Whoever is responsible, it goes

without saying.

I want Ann to be happy. Is she?

Ann is too..

...loving, to be happy without

somebody to love.

Does that answer your question Mr. Chapin?

The one you didn't ask.

No, she's not in love with anybody.

Not a bit.

I keep hoping it will happen.

So you can get her off your conscience.

I'd want her to be happy even is she

weren't on my conscience.

I think I've overstayed my welcome.

Thank you Miss Drummond.

I'll tell Ann you were here.

Mr. Chapin?

I'm sorry I said that. About your conscience.

Ann's my friend. I guess..

That's alright. It's good to know she

has such a friend.

I bought theatre tickets. It was to be

sort of a celebration with Ann.

On election night, it would have been fun.

A shame to waste them.

Or if you're really free this evening.

If that's an invitation Mr. Chapin,

I'd like it very much.

Good evening Roger.

Friends of yours?

I thought so, but suddenly,

they don't know me.

You're just being tactful.

Surprised to see me out with

a pretty girl.

In fact a dish, and enjoying it.

Are you?

Can't you tell?

Well, from what I've observed..

You're observing a man having

the time of his life.

It now appears certain that

President Roosevelt has been elected...

And now we take you to

Hyde Park for a statement.

Joe! Joe, I didn't know you were in town.

Miss Pierson, may I present Mr. Chapin.

How do you do?

Miss... uh?

Drummond. Miss Pierson. Mr Donaldson.

Well, how do you do.

My friends! My good

friends and neighbors.

Four more years of that! Too hell.

Surprised, Paul?

You can't be a professional with

an amateur. Even a good amateur.

Maybe I shouldn't have said that,

in view of your own recent experience?

Oh, I've stopped thinking of myself

as the people's choice.

Those fellows really let you have it,

didn't they?

Well, it worked out for the best.

Well, we're off.

I want to get a good night's sleep.

The market's going to jump tomorrow.

But nobody knows which way.

Oh, er... glad to see you took my advice, Joe.

Paul, I'll always take your advice.

On the stock market.

Miss Drummond is my daughter's room-mate.

I, beg your pardon.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

He doesn't believe you.

I don't care. Do you?

You're a model in New York and unmarried.

People are going to talk about you

no matter what you do.

These gray hairs are your protection.

I don't feel very protected.

Why not?

They're just camouflage.

You'd never guess this kid had a

growing family. Would you?

You know Mr. Chapin really..

...I just meant that until you said

that to your friend..

...I'd almost forgot that you were

Ann's father.

What does that mean?

Why, you haven't asked me

if I was having a good time.

Well, are you?

Best in years.

But come on, a girl like you.

You must have a million beaus.

No. Just one.

One?

I guess I must have Airedale blood.

I can only hear one whistle at time.

Are you in love with this lucky "one"?

I suppose so. Yes.

Are you planning to marry him?

Why do you ask me that?

I'm sorry. I suppose I

shouldn't have pried.

What's "pride" got to do with it?

P- R-I-E-D. "Pried".

Pried, into your affairs.

Oh... well I don't mind.

I'm not sure that I want to be married

to him for the rest of my life.

And when I get married,

that's the way it's going to be.

Now I dislike this young man

with a whistle.

Why?

For giving you cause to doubt him.

That's no way to treat an Airedale.

The waiter is slapping his check.

When the waiter slaps the check,

he wants you to pay up and go.

It also reduces his tip.

Is it time to take you home, Kate?

How about one more dance?

How about a dozen more dances?

Alright.

Waiter!

Yes, General.

You know that stuff that keeps you awake?

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