A Place in the Sun

You want a ride?

- Is this the place?

- Yeah.

- Yes?

- I'd like to see Mr Charles Eastman.

So would I. I expect to

if I work another five years!

- How do I get to his office?

- Go to the administration building.

Just a moment.

- Mr Eastman?

- Yes.

I'm sorry. Our Mr Eastman is

at home today. He won't be in.

He won't?

- Are you a relative?

- He's my uncle.

I'm sure he'll want to see you.

Let me give him a ring.

Yes, one moment, please.

Paris can dictate to women what to

wear at a cocktail party or to bed.

Paris is not going to tell American

women what bathing suits to wear!

- Miss Ottinger.

- Hello.

Who?

Yes, of course. All right, let me

have a word with the young man.

- Thank you.

- It's on number two.

- Hello.

- Hello, my boy.

- I hope you remember, sir.

- Of course. How are you?

You certainly got here fast.

I wanted to. But I didn't want

to bother you at home.

Drop by to the house

at about seven o'clock.

Yes, sir. Thank you very much, sir.

My tie on crooked?

No, it's just that I was thinking...

George Eastman's dropping in tonight.

George Eastman...?

You mean Asa's son?

- Right. I ran into him in Chicago.

- Will he lead us in a prayer?

He's not at all like Asa or his wife.

He's very quiet and pleasant.

Not much education, but ambitious.

And he looks amazingly like Earl.

- What's he do?

- Hotel bellhop.

I always wanted

to look like a bellhop!

Why bring him on here?

There's always a place at the plant.

- What do we do about him socially?

- Easy. Leave town.

You don't have to take him up

socially. He just wants to work.

- A man by the name of Eastman.

- Show him in, William.

Charles, sometimes I think

you're in your second childhood.

- Good evening, sir.

- Hi, George.

This is my wife.

My daughter, Marcia.

My son, Earl. George Eastman.

Sit down, George.

- Like a cocktail, a drink?

- No, thank you.

My husband says he met you

in Chicago at a hotel.

- That's right.

- You must have left very suddenly.

Well, you see, I quit my job.

Mr Eastman was good enough to say

that if I came through here,

he might find some place for me.

I think we can work something out.

- What do you think, Earl?

- Done any bookkeeping?

- Typewriting? Stenography?

- No.

You see Earl in the morning.

Thank you, sir.

That's very kind of you.

And your mother? I trust she's well.

We've never met,

but I've heard her mentioned.

She wrote Charles a moving letter

at the time of your father's death.

Is she still active

in her religious work?

- Yes, ma'am, she is.

- Church work?

Not exactly. It's more like

social work. It's a mission.

Like the Salvation Army?

No, it's not like the Salvation Army.

- It's more...

- More intimate, maybe?

Did I hear you say intimate, darling?

- You're late.

- I'm always late.

It's part of my charm. Good evening,

Mr Eastman, Mrs Eastman.

You know Tom Tipton.

Don't drink. We haven't got time.

- Thanks.

- Well, I'm ready.

Men are so disgustingly prompt!

They do it to put us women

in a bad light.

I hear your place is

coming along fine.

- It's a dream palace.

- Will it be ready for summer?

- Even if I have to whip everyone!

- All right, Simone Legree. Let's go.

- Goodnight, Eastman.

- Good night.

- Bye-bye!

- Bye.

Have you anywhere to stay?

I can recommend a quiet

rooming house.

- My secretary used to stay there.

- Thanks. I found a place.

That was fortunate, wasn't it?

Sorry we're not home for dinner.

Another time perhaps.

Yes. You see Earl in the morning.

Good night.

- Good night, sir. Good night.

- Good night.

Charles Eastman!

Be aware every minute

that you're an Eastman.

- You must act accordingly.

- I understand that.

Another thing.

As you noticed, nine out of ten

Eastman employees are women.

There's a company rule against

mixing with the girls here.

My father asked me to call this

to your attention. That is a must.

This is George Eastman.

Take George to Mr Whiting, please.

Mrs Kovak, this is George Eastman.

- He's here for a while.

- OK.

This is it.

Now you're in business.

- Hello, Angela.

- Hi, Angela.

Look, this room could be your study.

There's even an old cupboard

for your books.

Whatever else is in it,

it isn't books!

- Who lived here?

- A pirate in search ofhis soul.

Think he found it?

- Vicky...

- What?

Could we be happy here,

never seeing anyone again?

- Small world.

- That's what you think.

Put your arms around me.

Imagine the sea at night.

Who's your friend?

Hold me, Ray.

When I feel you close,

all our lies come true.

Nothing can ever spoil them again.

If the girls saw me, they'd say

I was making up to the boss's nephew.

That's silly.

I'm in the same boat as you.

An Eastman isn't in the same boat

with anyone.

- I work along with you, don't I?

- Sure.

They'll move you to a better job,

and you'll be in the front office.

That's the last we'll see

of Mr George Eastman.

Who says that?

We know they put you

in with us to learn the business.

I wouldn't be too sure of that.

...Lord's divine command,

when you find a brother struggling,

Iend a willing, helping hand.

Bear ye one another's burdens...

- You lonely all the time?

- Not on week days.

How come?

Remember I put swimsuits

in boxes six days a week?

Yeah. What about Sundays? Maybe

then you put yourself in a swimsuit.

Not me.

Why? You don't look good

in a swimsuit?

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