The Happiest Millionaire Page #12

? So fill your cup

and lift it up?

-? And clink, here's how?

- Do you eat fish heads?

? No shilly-shallying,

no dillydallying?

? Let's have a drink

on it now?

Are you immune to yellow fever?

Bubonic plague!

Monsoons!

Locusts!

The screaming abdabs!

Oh, the shame of it all!

Do that again, me buckle,

and you won't be going anywhere.

Clancy, two more.

Have a drink, sir.

All the very best.

Are you all right, lad?

There's nothing broken, I hope.

I think we best be going

to the hotel

to have the house doctor take

a look at you.

Excuse me, John.

Aah!

Oh! Oh!

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Ooh!

All right, I say!

Quiet!

Quiet!

All right, now.

Who started all this?

Well, come on.

Come on.

Somebody speak up,

or I'll jail the lot of youse

just as sure

as my name's Flanagan.

Seems a shame to punish men for

defending their mother country.

What's that?

I wasn't a part of it meself,

you understand.

But I did see it all

from first to last.

And?

Well, it all started

when the young gentleman there

expressed the opinion

that all Irishmen were pigs.

And the Emerald Isle

the proper sty for them.

Oh, he did, did he?

Huh?

He did indeed.

I see.

All right, you two.

Bring young Mr. Fancy Dan along.

Hey!

And I'll thank you

to come along, too, sir.

The captain will be delighted

to hear what you told me.

I consider it me duty, Sergeant.

All right.

Bring him along.

Have no fear, lad.

I'm looking out for you.

Good morning, Cordelia.

How is Cordy this morning?

Have you seen her?

I had a cold shower

and a good, brisk walk.

And now I'm hungry.

Thank you, my dear.

Yes, ma'am?

Yes, sir?

I think I'll start

with some orange juice.

Who are you?

I'm Deborah, sir.

Well.

Good morning, Deborah.

Good morning, sir.

I think after the orange juice

I'd like some cereal.

Yes, sir.

Pleasant-enough-looking girl,

isn't she?

Confound it, Cordelia.

You can't go on ignoring me

like this forever.

And that's how long it will be

before I respond

to such childish behavior.

What do you want from me?

Let's hear it.

Some kind of confession.

That's what you want, isn't it?

You're not going to get it.

I have nothing to confess.

Will that be hot

or cold cereal, sir?

Neither one, blast it!

I'm not hungry.

I will admit I have wondered

if Angie was the right man

for Cordy.

But she made her choice.

And I accepted it,

I think, gracefully.

I've just been myself,

that's all.

You've been yourself in spades.

Cordelia.

Where did you learn

that back-room expression?

You played into every

possible source of trouble

from the first.

Oh, there was trouble

to play into, I'll grant.

You didn't create it,

but how you took advantage.

I deny that.

Then let me put it this way.

Have you done one thing

to help this marriage?

I don't believe

that's my responsibility.

Isn't it, Anthony?

I know of nothing

I've done wrong.

Nothing.

You know it in your heart.

Or you wouldn't be so angry.

Good morning.

Good morning, Mother.

Good morning, Papa.

How about a jog

around the square?

Why, Cordy.

Or maybe a few rounds

in the gym?

Confound it, Cordy.

You can't come popping in here,

gay as a cricket.

Why not?

How should I be?

Cordy.

What are we going to do?

About what, Mother?

About your marriage.

It's been called off.

Don't you remember?

I'll be in the stable.

Cordy.

Cordy, wait.

Cordy.

I don't want to

talk about it, Papa.

I don't want to talk, either.

But that doesn't mean

I'm not going to.

There's nothing to talk about.

You never really approved

of Angie.

And you were right.

He's a baby.

A mama's boy.

He doesn't know

what life is all about.

He'll learn.

Maybe you'll learn together.

But you can't take his part now.

I'm not taking his part.

But I've got nothing

against that boy, Cordy.

I never did.

Except that I wanted you

to stay here.

That's the truth.

You try to make a good life

for yourself and your family.

And turns out to be too good.

So you can't resist

trying to hold on.

Whatever you decide to do,

Cordy, I'll back you up 100%.

But you decide.

On your own.

It's your life.

I'm finally giving it over

to you.

Where is he?

Good morning, Mrs. Duke.

If you know where he is,

please tell me.

I'll find out

in good time anyway.

Do you mean Angie?

Of course I mean Angier.

- Well, what's happened?

- He's disappeared.

Disappeared?

He wasn't in his hotel room

all night.

His bed has not been slept in.

Who knows what has happened

to him?

John!

Now, don't worry, Mrs. Duke.

We'll find him.

- John!

- You called, sir?

I yelled.

John, I thought I asked you

to watch out for Mr. Duke.

- I did.

- What happened to your eye?

He hit me, sir.

Angier?

When?

Last night at the jailhouse.

The jailhouse?

They'll release him as soon as

I withdraw the charges, ma'am.

Well, we'd better get down there

right away.

I'll hurry and get dressed.

Yes, Cordelia.

Mrs. Duke, why don't you wait

out here on the terrace?

John, bring the car

around front, will you?

We'll have this unfortunate

situation cleared up in no time.

Oh, dear.

I may faint.

On this floor?

Don't even think of it.

Mrs. Duke,

perhaps it'd be better

if you ladies waited here.

All right, Mr. Duke.

You can come out now.

I'd just as soon stay

right here.

Well, that's a pretty

silly attitude.

It isn't silly at all.

I'm afraid if I stand up

my head will fall off.

Did you ever try

a good Irish stout?

Come along.

Come along, Mr. Duke.

It's time to go now.

Why couldn't you let me out

last night when I wanted out?

Where was it you wanted to go

last night?

I had decided on China.

How do feel about China

this morning?

Terrible.

Sergeant,

would you give us a minute?

Oh, certainly.

Certainly.

Young man.

It's time you woke up

to your responsibilities.

I want you to get

this marriage over with.

And that honeymoon

in the Ozarks.

Then report back to your desk

in New York.

What?

You may think you want

other things for yourself.

You may have some dreams

of your own.

But you'll have to get over

all that.

The way other people do.

Well, you didn't get over it.

Well, there are darn few

like me.

Now, you listen here,

Mr. Know-it-all Biddle.

No one is gonna run my life

for me.

I've decided that much.

Hangover or no hangover.

Is that so?

Yes.

That is so.

All right, Mr. Duke.

The door's open.

Let's see you have a try

at running your own life.

Let's see how far you can go.

Hangover or no hangover.

Mr. Biddle.

I am going to ask Cordy

to elope with me.

- Today.

- Now, wait a minute.

And don't you try to stop me.

Let me tell you one thing.

If you ask Cordy to elope,

she won't.

Then I'll tell her.

Angier.

Morning, Mother.

Cordy.

You and I are going to elope.

Over my dead body!

Only if absolutely necessary,

Mother.

We'll stop by your house

and pick up your things.

No.

Why?

Because I think he talked you

into it.

Cordy, I love you,

and I want to marry you.

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