The Saxon Charm Page #6

And how is our next

big hit coming along?

I just finished the rewrites

a few minutes ago.

Perfect. I'll have one of the

crew take you to the island.

You can get some clothes and the script.

Clothes?

Well, we're a rather

conservative little group.

As long as you're joining our cruise.

But Eric and I had planned on spending

a few days on the island together.

After all, he's been working

night and day on that script.

That's right, Matt.

We appreciate the invitation,

but what I need now is a bit of rest.

I haven't asked you to sign

on as one of the crew, Eric.

You can relax to your heart's

content while I look over the script.

You are still interested

in the play, aren't you?

Of course.

We've made this special trip to your

island in the hope that you'd join us.

It .. it would be a nice change, Janet.

Yes, I guess it would.

Captain! You'll love Captain Chatham.

He's perfectly ghastly. Captain!

I asked you not to shout at me.

My crew don't like it.

Mr and Mrs Busch live on that island.

I want you to take them

ashore in the power-launch.

They will pick up some

things and re-join us.

Right there?

Right there.

I'll have them put ashore in the dinghy.

Why not the power-launch?

Too big. It don't make sense for such a

short trip. Using the dinghy is easier.

And who are you to say what

is easy? You will do as I ordered.

I reckon not.

You stupid New England blockhead!

Whose ship is this? Stop behaving

like an Admiral and do as I say.

Either you let me do thing the right way

on this ship or I won't be your captain.

You've got to make up your mind

about that right now, Mr Saxon.

Very well, Captain.

I bow to your obviously

superior intelligence.

Thank you.

Right this way folks.

The dinghy will be read in a jiffy.

A nice change for us, huh?

Don't pay any attention him, Matt.

You can be my Captain any time.

As a matter of fact,

the old mule is right.

I should compliment

myself on selecting him.

This is the first fresh air I've smelt

since I joined Chris's floor show.

It was sweet of Chris to give me

the weekend off, but you know ..

It hurt my pride to realize the

show could get along without me.

A good thing you did realize it.

A girl married to show-business

does not make a very good wife.

Matt.

Do you realize what you just said?

Well the .. only reason that I

haven't mentioned it before is ..

I've had .. hard luck for

the last couple of years.

You know that.

Oh Matt, it is so wonderful to

hear you talk about marriage.

I thought that was the one

subject that had you tongue-tied.

Well, even if I haven't

spoken about it, why ..

I've always thought of

the two of us together.

Now that I'm free of financial worries.

Except for the worry

of paying for this yacht.

I see that you don't appreciate

the enormity of my success.

Perhaps the quality of my

wedding gifts will convince you.

Oh, Matt, there were so many

times when I thought I'd lost you.

All those starry-eyed, ambitious,

young beautiful women.

Willing to do anything for Matt Saxon.

I'd be living in the wrong generation

if marriage was very important to me.

Well, you can relax now.

The time to relax is when

I hear a ringing in my ears.

The ringing of wedding bells.

Alma.

The plane.

I'm praying, Matt.

Something already accomplished.

If you only knew what this meant to me.

Oh, are those the notices?

I woke up just in time.

Good morning, Hermy.

These people are very anxious to

read about last night's opening.

I suggest you give The Times

to Mr and Mrs Busch.

The Herald Tribune to Miss Wragge.

And The Mirror and The News to ..

I think you'd better read

them yourself, Boss.

Bad?

Very bad.

But how can that ..?

Did you check the afternoon papers?

All but the Post.

Stinko.

I couldn't believe my

eyes when I read them.

I was as sure as you were

that we had a smash.

Couldn't tell much from

the audience last night.

Then came these.

How do they get away

with writing this stuff?

How do they decide you're

wrong and they're right?

Post the notices.

We're closing right away.

But Matt, we still got a chance.

Okay, the critics knifed you again,

but at least let's try to break even.

You can't fix rigor mortis with smelling

salts. Who cares about breaking even?

"Who cares about breaking even" he says.

It's not my money backing it. If it was,

I'd care plenty about getting it back.

You're always talking like the fellow

who puts up the money isn't important.

Boss, we got just about all

the trouble we can handle.

You overdressed moron.

You've as much right to be linked with

theater as glue in a supernumerary's wig.

By what foul process of reasoning,

do you believe that a fat pocket-book ..

Left you by your stupid father gives you

control on the destiny of the theater?

I don't have to take that kind of talk.

And I don't listen to the opinions of a

fat pig reeking of hair-oil and cigars.

Oh, let him rave on until

he chokes to death.

But we don't have to stand

here and listen. Come on, Zack.

Anybody care for a drink? Mrs Busch?

Alma?

No.

Eric, can I speak to you for a minute?

The way that man insults money.

How do you feel, Eric?

About our project, I mean.

Have you had a change of heart?

Why should I?

I can think of any

number of valid reasons.

Why you wouldn't want

me as your producer.

My obvious run of bad luck.

Or incompetence.

I understand how any successful writer

may opt to end his association with me.

I'm giving you that opportunity, Eric.

Matt, a bunch of newspaper clippings

can't destroy my faith in your ability.

I still consider it a

privilege to work with you.

Thank you, Eric.

I should never have

doubted you for a minute.

Now, how about that third act?

You finally got around to it, huh?

We can go over it on the plane.

The plane?

On the way to New York.

But I have to go back to the island.

You haven't time.

This closing makes it imperative we put

your play into production right away.

Get the script for me, will you.

Come along, Hermy.

Captain!

Excuse me.

It's a good think we

aren't still in bathing suits.

We'd be quite a sight stepping

off that plane in New York.

Janet.

You'd better go back to the island. I'll

wire you when things are less hectic.

Alright?

Bring the plane alongside.

Captain!

Matt .. I don't care whether you

own a million or owe a million.

The most important thing is ..

You were shouting for me again,

Mr Saxon. I asked you not to.

I was completely in error, Captain.

I hope you will accept my

most humble apologies.

Now that I'm here, perhaps

you wanted me for something?

Oh yes. At your pleasure, Mrs Busch

is to be returned to the island.

Mr and Mrs Humber

transported to New York.

And Miss Wragge to be disposed of

in whatever manner that she desires.

I hope I have not overstepped my bounds

in making these few simple requests.

No, sir.

I'm in a hurry to get board the plane.

Unfortunately, I may not see you again.

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