A Place in the Sun Page #3

Sir, I was wondering...

Have you by any chance seen

the production report I submitted?

Mrs Eastman is having a party at

the house on the 15th of next month.

- We'd like to have you drop in.

- I'd love to come.

Good. Then you and I can have

a nice little talk.

Next month on the 15th?

That's your birthday.

I was planning on our little party.

Sure, honey.

I'll just be at the old man's

to pay my respects.

- Then I'll be over.

- You better be!

- Hello, darling!

- Nice to see you again.

Hello, there.

Later.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- I see you had a misspent youth.

- Yes, it was.

Why all alone? Being exclusive?

Being dramatic?

Being blue?

I'm just fooling around.

Maybe you'd like to play.

No, I'll just watch you. Go ahead.

Do I make you nervous?

Yes.

You look like an Eastman.

Are you one of them?

I'm a nephew. My name's George.

- I'm Angela.

- Vickers.

- I saw you here last spring.

- I don't remember seeing you.

No. You've been away, haven't you?

You took a trip with your parents.

- How did you know?

- I read about you in the papers.

- What else do you do?

- The usual things.

You look unusual.

That's the first time

anybody ever said that!

- You keep pretty much to yourself.

- Yes, sometimes.

Blue...or exclusive?

- Neither, right now.

- Here you are, George!

Well, Angela.

- I was thinking how's your mother?

- Fine, last time I heard.

Have you written to her about your

promotion? I kicked him up a notch.

I'll write in a day or two.

Never neglect your mother.

Telephone to her right away.

Tell her the good news.

You can use this phone.

Long distance? What's the number,

George? Just a minute.

I don't know.

Hello.

I want to place a call to the Bethel

Independent Mission in Kansas City.

- The Bethel Mission.

- Hello, Mama.

George! God bless you, my son.

Are you sick?

No, I'm not sick.

Are you coming home?

Listen, Mama. I got a promotion.

Yeah, I can send you money

every month now.

Happy birthday. Today's your

birthday and I've prayed for you.

I've been praying you'll come home

and carry on your father's work.

I'm keeping your room for you, just

as you left it, like I always do.

I'm getting on pretty well here.

I'm happy here, too.

- Who's there with you?

- It's me, Mama!

- Who was that?

- Just a girl, Mama.

No, Mama.

I don't... Mama, I just met her!

Yes, Mama. I will, Mama.

I know you'll be a good son.

I promise.

- Goodbye, my son.

- Goodbye, Mama.

Did you promise to be a good boy?

Not to waste your time on girls?

- I don't waste my time.

- Will she let you go out tonight?

Will she let you go dancing? Come on.

I'll take you dancing...

on your birthday, blue boy.

Gee, Al, isn't it the limit?

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