The V.I.P.s Page #7

What? What's so funny about that?

My father left me 300,000.

- You lying daughter of a...

- Fairly rich businessman.

Why have you always told me

he left you nothing?

Surely you can guess why.

You didn't suspect...

You couldn't possibly have suspected...

I just wanted to make sure.

- I've never been so insulted in all my life.

- Yes, you have.

How do you know I hadn't already

checked up on your father?

I do know, that's all.

Pounds or dollars?

Not that it matters, of course.

Pounds.

Not that it matters, of course.

Now, please. Please stop

making fun of me.

No. That's what I love you for:

That I can make fun of you.

Shall I tell you what I love you for?

Because you are the most beautiful

and desirable woman...

...l've ever known in all my life.

Because you have eyes...

...that are a perpetually

adorable invitation.

Now what?

You have that special lovemaking voice.

Oh, no, no.

You are the most infuriating woman.

I mean it. Damn it, I mean it.

Every word of it.

- Don't you believe me?

- Yes, when you... When you say it like that.

You sound like you again.

I don't know what you mean

about my lovemaking voice.

Oh, you do.

It's the one you use with... That makes

all those countesses swoon.

All right, all right.

So why doesn't it make you swoon?

Because I love you for what you are...

...not for what you think you are.

Very profound.

My feelings are much simpler.

I love you as you look...

...as you look now, this moment.

- Now what?

- Come in.

Madam Andros, the manager thought

you might like to have your dinner up here.

Perhaps if I leave the menu,

you'd care to make your order later?

Fine. Thank you very much.

Darling, I simply have to get

out of this dress and take a bath.

Come back in an hour,

and we'll have supper.

But this time, I might not be

got rid of so easily.

Come back in an hour.

Oh, Marc, you better send a cable

to the Camerons explaining our delay.

Oh, yes, I will.

Gin.

Oh, I'm sorry, old boy.

I've done it again.

You're too lucky. I can't cope with it.

- I don't always win.

- I've got 26.

Now, well, 26 points. I must say...

Well, that makes...

I thought you'd find me.

- What stakes are you playing?

- Twenty-five cents a point.

- Outrageous.

- Don't you like it?

Suits me fine. Double on the last?

- Right.

- Deal me in.

Schwutzbacher! This is Gloria's bedroom.

I've been waiting for you.

They told me you were here.

- Did they tell you the terrible news?

- There's still a few hours before midnight.

What's the difference?

He's stuck anyway.

- She's right.

- But there's something she doesn't know.

My master plan.

Sign it, maestro.

There's not a moment to lose.

You mean, you found a solution?

Sign right here,

and all your worries are over.

My darling Schwutzbacher!

I knew it. I knew you wouldn't fail me.

Just when the wolves

were tearing me out of my sledge...

...comes my adorable Schwutzbacher

to the rescue.

Just what is this

ingenious little dodge, eh?

You have signed over

all your financial interest...

...in the new film to GGPI.

GGPI?

Gloria Gritti Productions Incorporated.

Schwutzbacher, what are you saying?

Why should she know about it?

Remember also who the accountant

of the new company is.

Well, you. But the money is mine.

How do we get her

to give it back to me?

The human element comes into it.

You persuade her.

How? With a sledgehammer?

With a legal settlement,

fully binding in every court of the land.

Maxie, Maxie...

...a marriage settlement.

Schwutzbacher, are you quite sane?

It need only last for one fiscal year.

One fiscal year is still one year.

And one year with Gritti...

But, maestro, the tax

might be 85 percent or more.

- What's going on?

- Eighty-five percent?

Go ahead, Schwutzbacher,

propose to her.

Congratulations, Gloria.

You are going to get married.

- To whom?

- Me.

- Who said so?

- Schwutzbacher says so.

This is no time for coquettishness.

You always wanted to marry me.

Well, I don't anymore.

You want to play

in my next movie, don't you?

But you always said I couldn't.

For Mrs. Max Buda, darling,

everything is possible.

Hello? Yes. Oh, right. Thank you.

It's your call for Mr. Fordman.

It's coming through.

Thought he was trying to avoid me.

It's the lines.

At this time, they are very busy.

Almost wish it wasn't coming through.

It's our last chance, Mr. Mangrum.

I know it's the last chance, Miss Mead.

Hello? Yes, Mr. Mangrum's here. Hold on.

- Would you like me to go?

- No, I'm sorry.

Stay and hear the performance.

You can tell me afterwards

where it went wrong.

Hello? Hello, Mr. Fordman?

Mangrum here.

Yes, fogbound.

Yes, it is vexing.

Put off the board meeting till tomorrow.

That would be the best idea.

I might hang on till then,

and we can still beat Amalgamated Motors.

Provided I can find cover

for a personal check.

Oh, your son told you about it?

No, it isn't a joke, Mr. Fordman.

In this country, issuing a check...

...without funds to cover it

counts as a felony.

Oh, in your country too.

Well, our countries

have much in common.

No, the payee won't wait.

No, the bank won't wait.

Yes, I'm afraid the word is "incautious,"

but I've done it.

And now the only possible way out

is through you.

So if you could...

...contact and instruct

your London office accordingly.

- Pray for me.

- I am.

I see.

No, I quite understand your position.

I'd probably do the same in your place.

Goodbye, Mr. Fordman.

What?

Yes, it is a pity about the fog.

I'm sorry. You're out of a job.

There is one consolation,

Mr. Mangrum.

Give it to me, Miss Mead.

I kind of need it.

Well, you are very young

to be in the position you are.

I like your tactful use of tenses.

To have been in the position

I once was, is what you mean.

No. I mean, you're very lucky

to have so much time ahead of you.

You can always get back.

I know you can start again, Mr. Mangrum.

I know you can.

Now, now. No, dear.

The jungle I chose to make my living in...

...you just don't get a second chance.

They don't operate a rescue service.

Once the crocodiles get you,

you stay got, I'm afraid.

Get me Miriam, will you, dear?

Miss Marshall, yes.

- I want an evening out.

- Mayfair 4926, please.

I want the best dinner in London,

and I want champagne.

I want a lot of champagne.

Hello? Miss Marshall?

Yes, this is Miss Mead.

Oh, I'm very well, thank you. And you?

Good. Yes, he is here,

at the airport hotel.

Could you hold on a moment?

Hello, darling.

Oh, you read about it in the papers?

Listen...

...let's have a wonderful

dinner out tonight.

Well, couldn't you maybe put him off?

No, it's... Well, I've had

a bit of bad news...

...and, I don't know,

tonight of all nights, I'd...

I'd love to be close to you.

Well, just this one night.

All right.

No, I don't blame you.

All right.

I'll give you a call

in the morning, probably.

Good night, dear.

I can't take a trick, can I?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes