Seven Days in May Page #15

You're a beautiful woman.

Don't tell me after all this time

you're making a pass, Jiggs.

The window's open.

You could always scream.

Is this when I scream?

You want to scream?

That's a rather unfair question.

I'm a little vulnerable now.

Particularly when it concerns an old friend

I happen to like.

Do me a favor.

Don't complicate my life right now.

I just got over a very bad burn.

Would you like another martini?

Perhaps we should talk about...

It's funny. It doesn't feel like an iron mask.

You're a fraud, Jiggs.

Hey, how about dinner someplace?

You might even talk me into wheeling you

around a dance floor.

No. I'll fix something for us here.

Did you know that I'm a swinging cook?

Sounds like I've got myself a good deal.

You might have, Jiggs. A very good deal.

I'll make you two promises:

A very good steak, medium rare,

and the truth, which is very rare.

And it's in writing?

Thank God. Now when can you get back?

Trans Ocean, Flight 42 out of Madrid.

Good. I'll see you for breakfast.

Someone I knew 1,000 years ago.

It's funny, I can't even remember his name.

Scott, James Mattoon Scott,

General in the United States Air Force.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Why does a girl keep a photograph

of a man she doesn't even remember?

I can't imagine.

That's an easy way to get rid of a ghost.

It works wonders.

No symptoms remaining?

None that I'm aware of.

If I find that I'm kidding myself,

I know where to go for help.

There's an easy test.

Bring it out in the open, look at it,

talk about it, see if it hurts.

I don't know what's to be gained

by hurting...

...but if you think it's right...

I think it's right.

I was in love with him.

I found...

...excitement in his strength.

I didn't mind about the backstreet angle...

...sneaking time together,

stolen moments from his wife.

Eleanor Holbrook, the emancipated woman.

Go on.

I don't know. I don't know

when it changed.

But I began to realize

that he really never felt anything.

Each move was calculated.

He's a very careful man, your general.

I don't believe he ever took a chance

in his life...

...or ever really felt anything,

any real emotion.

He was so sure of me

that he could even write letters.

A careful man doesn't incriminate himself

in writing.

That's where you're wrong.

If he's sure enough, he can do anything...

...anything to amuse himself.

I kept them.

I told myself that I'd use them

against him for revenge.

At least, Jiggs...

...he was right about me in that respect.

I was pretty low, but not that low.

Is that what you wanted?

Does that prove anything to you?

- I'm sorry, Ellie.

- No.

You said to bring it out in the open.

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