Woman of the Year Page #7

We'll be home by midnight.

- He can cry a lot in 4 hours.

- The elevator boy'll look in on him.

- Yeah, they all speak Greek.

- Sam, we've got to go. Ellen's waiting.

- You go. I'll stay till he falls asleep.

- Sam, don't be idiotic.

You simply don't want to come,

that's why the paternal act.

I'm not putting on any act.

We accepted responsibility.

- What shall I say you're doing?

- Say I'm at home minding the baby.

I don't care what you tell them.

Tell them I had something to do.

Who would believe you had anything

that was important enough to do...?

It's too bad I'm not covering

this dinner tonight...

...because I've got an angle

that would really be sensational.

The Outstanding Woman of the Year

isn't a woman at all.

I'm sorry.

You coming?

Chris, we're getting out of here.

We try not to be too strict with them.

They're so high-spirited.

I suppose you're interested

in an application.

- We have a waiting list...

- I'm afraid you don't understand.

- I just brought one back.

- One of our children?

Yes, yes. His name is Chris.

He just ran upstairs.

Seemed to meet a friend.

My wife brought him home

before she talked to me about it.

Didn't you like the child?

Oh, yes. The boy has nothing to do

with it, I just didn't like the idea.

It's a great responsibility, and it seems

to turn the house upside down.

I see. Will you come in?

Never forget that Adolf Hitler...

- What did you say your name was?

- Craig. Sam Craig.

- Whose pathetic distinction is the number

of male children she contributes...

... to the very state

which holds her in bondage.

That contrast increases the pride

with which we now...

... bestow this plaque on America 's

Outstanding Woman of the Year.

Why, aren't you...?

- Yeah.

- Who so magnificently symbolizes...

... the full and rounded life...

... of glorious emancipation

of womanhood...

...in this country.

Our distinguished guest:

Tess Harding.

Sam should be here any minute.

While we're waiting,

let's grab shots of you working.

Yes, we need some informal stuff.

I seldom work in these clothes.

I'll change. I won't be a minute.

There she is.

Where do you do your work?

What Clayton wants most

is you and Sam.

I work in there. If you don't get me

with my husband, I mean...

...if he doesn't get home, you could get

a shot of me with my... Just a minute.

- You name it, Miss Harding.

- A shot of you with who?

With my typewriter.

That would be interesting.

Yeah, that would be something new.

Don't you see? We made an exception

in your case.

We only put people on our list who have

children or who want two of them.

- There's a nice Greek-American family...

- What you're saying is sound.

But I accepted Chris.

I intend to keep him.

There's no doubt that Chris

must be very fond of you.

But I gathered Mr. Craig doesn't

share your sympathy for children.

- It's my experience...

- Would you have him brought down?

- Tomorrow. He's sleeping.

- I'm sure he'll like to come home.

Very well.

- Hello, Chris.

- Hello.

We're gonna go home now.

Chris.

Oh, I'm sure he doesn't mean it.

Telegram.

Extension 558, please.

Hello, Sam.

This is Tess Harding. Remember me?

That's nice.

Sam...

...something's come up

which seems to concern both of us.

Wonder if you'd mind

dropping up here for a minute.

No, honestly, it's a telegram.

Quite important.

I'll be right down, Sam.

- Hello, Mr. Craig.

- Hello, Miss Harding.

We got an invitation.

Connecticut, tomorrow night.

I'm afraid I can't make it.

- Won't be any fun alone.

- Sorry, I have to cover the fight.

- What fight?

- Championship.

Couldn't you duck it,

give some excuse?

No.

It's quite important.

In an unimportant sort of way.

I'll phone Ellen, tell her we'll drive up

tomorrow afternoon.

Don't bother.

I've got a pretty heavy week.

But, Sam...

...Ellen won't understand

our not being together.

She'll think there's something

funny about it.

At first, maybe, but...

...later on, she'll see the serious side.

Last night was quite a night.

Among other things, it seems that

both my men walked out on me.

Oh, Chris'll be all right.

He just needed a home.

I know.

We agree about that.

We're making progress.

Sam.

Why can't we sit down like adults

and patch this thing up?

I'm afraid that might become a habit.

Then we'd wind up with

a patchwork quilt instead of a marriage.

What do you want me to do,

just throw out everything we've had...

...when it was so perfect?

Is that what you think it was,

a perfect marriage?

Didn't you?

I don't think it was either.

Perfect or a marriage.

I don't understand.

That's just the point.

I guess it wasn't much use,

my conniving my way down here.

Depends on what you were after.

I was sort of hoping

that you'd kiss me goodbye.

I was sort of hoping

that you'd ask me.

Bye.

Harriet.

Hello.

Asa. I'm so glad to see you both.

Land's sake, you're just in time,

Mrs. Craig.

In time for what?

Where's Mr. Craig?

He's not coming.

What goes on here?

- You're both in a dither.

- Miss Ellen's upstairs.

What's the mystery?

- All right, you're ravishing.

- Tess.

What goes on?

- How are you, dear?

- Quit stalling. What goes on?

Well, it...

...seems there's going to be a wedding.

If there's one thing I'm not

in the mood for, it's a wedding.

- Who is it? Anyone I know?

- Yes, I should think so.

Me.

- It's Pop, of course.

- Of course.

I think it's wonderful.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Isn't it strange how you can

know someone for quite a long time...

...and never quite... I mean...

- Yes, it is.

I hope you don't think we needed

you to give us the idea.

- Matter of fact, we did.

- Should've asked my permission.

You modern fathers have no respect

for tradition.

I was sure you'd approve my choice,

and I intended to ask for your blessing.

- Dr. Potter here?

- You bet. I went and got him myself.

I'm taking no chances. Where's Sam?

Isn't he downstairs?

He had to work.

World's championship. Fight.

But I wanted him for my bridesmaid.

I was his best man.

Oh, getting married without Sam.

He'd feel worse

if you put it off on his account.

Dr. Potter's ready,

wants to know if you are.

Go on. I'll take care of the bride.

Can't marry my father

looking like somebody's aunt.

Were you really surprised?

Frankly...

...yes.

Somehow, I never thought of you

as being anyone's wife.

Well, I know I'm not

a magazine-cover bride, but...

No, I don't mean that.

You're my woman of the century.

I always felt that you were

above marriage.

Well, that's a nice consoling way

of looking at it.

Can't live alone in this world, Tess.

It's no good.

Success is no fun

unless you share it with someone.

I'm tired of winning prizes.

They're cold comfort.

This time, I want to be the prize myself.

Come on, Ellen. There's no reason

for you to pretend...

...you've been miserable

all these years.

I'm sorry I said it.

There's no way you could understand

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