Come September Page #4

Well...

Let's start with... the war.

That war really... bothers you,

doesn't it?

You were In the Army.

I thought I was In the Navy.

No, you were In the Army.

Standing sentry duty...

at an ammunition dump

that blew up.

Do you remember that?

All I remember Is

being officer In a PT boat.

Dont you see? Thats your subconscious

substituting fantasy for fact.

Look...

Thats why you think

you own this place.

Don't I?

No. Really, Mr. Talbot

You must face reality.

Your family lost this house,

Mr. Cavell bought it,

turned it Into a hotel.

- A hotel?

- La Dolce Vista?

- That's right.

- People pay him to stay here?

- Yes.

It's a hotel.

You don't know how happy

you've made me. I knew I could help you.

Oh, you have.

Suddenly, all the pieces

have fallen Into place.

Mr. Cavell will be so thrilled

you've recovered.

- I'll go tell him.

- No, no, no.

Let me tell him.

You can tell Maria to stop praying.

Her friend didn't survive the crisis.

Excuse me. I have some duties.

A major-domo's day Is never done.

Yours Is.

Don't think of your self as a major-domo.

More like a sentry

at an ammunition dump

that's about to blow up.

- Your room or mine?

- Yours.

- You're a thief.

- Yes, sir.

- And a liar.

- Yes, sir.

Completely untrustworthy.

Thief and a liar, yes.

But not untrustworthy.

I really don't think this is the proper time

to talk the matter out

Not while your mind is bristling

with negative thoughts.

I havent even begun to bristle.

- Turning my house Into a hotel.

- How easy for you to say "my house".

- You're never here.

- What's that to do with it?

When her windows are stuck do you care?

No, you're In New York

I, Maurice, have to unstick them.

On a cold night when

her radiators knock are you here?

No, I have to warm them up.

And when her plumbing goes out

who's there to unclog her? Maurice.

You're like a husband who's only

with his wife one month a year.

It's the man who's with her the rest

of the year deserves the credit

Well, I dont care for

what youve turned my wife Into.

- What have I done with the profit?

- That's a good question.

Painted her. Put In a new garden wall,

a fountain, a patio.

- I even replenished the wine cellar.

- Not to mention your wallet.

Any personal gain

was of secondary importance.

Your smile of appreciation

when you came here every year.

That was my real... my real reward.

Tell your guests

to find themselves another hotel.

As for you and your accomplices,

pack your bags and leave in the morning.

Sir, I wish you'd sleep

on that decision.

Tomorrow, we'll probably both

laugh about this matter.

We might both be laughing.

But not In the same house.

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