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!

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