
BUtterfield 8
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- Year:
- 1960
- 109 min
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Liggett.
Liggett?
- Good morning, Mr. Liggett.
- Morning.
Butterfield 8? Hi, it's Gloria.
Any messages?
Johnny.
George.
Listen...
...a Mr. Liggett will call sometime
today. He might use Mr. L.
Find me wherever I am.
This is one call I want to take
personally and immediately.
Okay, bye-bye.
Taxi!
38 Horatio Street, please.
Double your tip for a cigarette.
What's the matter, you crazy?
You're in good voice this morning.
I'm from the Census Bureau.
Good morning.
How many persons
do you have living here?
Just one. Me.
Well, that's not nearly enough.
- You working?
- Trying to.
Tomorrow's arrangements.
Tribute.
- To what?
- Your faith, hope and charity.
Sunday morning and scotch
on your breath?
Well, it's good scotch.
Twenty years old.
And cigar smoke?
I always said I'd try anything once.
Ever try common sense?
Only in desperation.
Notice anything unusual
about me this morning?
I wish I could.
Look.
Well, look!
You're panting to tell me
where you got it.
I stole it.
Sure you did. It figures.
Oh, not for real. Just long enough
to get even with somebody.
Even for what?
Somebody made me so damn mad.
He left me money.
He actually left me money.
- What would you have done?
- I don't know.
My work is designed so people
will leave me money.
This wasn't work.
Besides, my dress was torn.
I had nothing to wear...
...so I borrowed something
spiteful and elegant.
Liggett.
Weston Ansbury Liggett.
- Do you know him?
- Heard of him. He's very social.
And very Yale.
What's with you and Yale?
Always Yale.
- It's the last college left.
- Why?
I started with Amherst, and I worked
my way through the alphabet to Yale.
I'm stuck there.
Of course, I could work
backwards again.
Did he tell you about his wife?
- IHilljoy.
- I hear he's a lush.
We did have a drink last night.
- One?
- A dozen maybe.
And this morning you stagger
out of his apartment. Charming.
Funny thing, I don't even
remember going there.
Better than sleeping pills.
Can I help with anything?
Could I help you with anything?
Housework?
You put that coat back on.
Why?
Half-dressed women make it
difficult to concentrate.
Well, then don't.
Don't think of me as a woman.
After all, we're just
like brother and sister.
Remember?
You're mad at me this morning.
Put the coat on!
Why this morning?
Because I'm sick of seeing you
boozed up, burned out and ugly!
Sick for me or sick for you?
For you.
For everything you're wasting.
Why do you come here like this?
Where have I always come, Steve?
At least I can be honest with you.
Start being honest with yourself.
You're making a mess out of your life
- Do you want me to go?
- Yes!
- For good?
- Yes!
No.
It's terrible, isn't it?
I say "yes" too much when I shouldn't.
And you say "no" too much
when you shouldn't.
But you're not nearly as mad
as you pretend to be.
I try to be.
Hungry?
Ravenous.
Now, the problem is,
how do I get home?
Car's outside. You drive.
- By the way, thanks for the use of it.
- Anytime.
What I mean is, what's my mother gonna
think if I show up dressed like this?
about you.
That may be so,
I'm still her innocent little girl.
And she's my dear, sweet
cookie-baking mother.
So go home, give her an innocent
smile and have a cookie.
And tell her the truth.
If I tell her the truth,
I'll have to move out.
That's what normally happens
when people grow up.
If I left, she'd be lonesome.
I'm all she has, so we have
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