From the Terrace Page #3

Nobody else. Not a soul.

You were in restaurants together.

Never.

Wallowing in filth together!

And I want to know where...

every damn place!

No.

Well, you're going to tell me.

Oh, no, Sam, not tonight.

Please.

Where else did you meet him?

Nowhere else.

Only his house.

You're lying to me.

You were with him

in a hotel room.

All right.

But only once.

You could stay with him

and me the same night?

Yes!

Yes!

Did you think

you're any better...

than one of those sluts

on River Street?

I'm not proud of myself.

Not proud of herself,

she says.

How can you look

at your own son?

I can't.

If that egotistical

little father of yours...

was alive to know about this...

Your son.

Your father.

Your heroes.

I have no heroes...

only some people I love.

You were my hero.

Shut up!

And you drove me to it.

You turned your back on me...

just like you did on Alfred.

I needed love wherever

I could find it.

Love!

You're a pig.

I can't stand the sight of you.

[Door Slams]

Mr. Eaton.

His name is Charles Frolick.

He's a terrible, evil man.

How long has it been going on?

About a year.

She's been trying not to see him...

but he won't let her.

She can't help herself.

Frolick?

Number 22 Walnut Street.

Philadelphia.

Yes, what is it?

Are you Charles Frolick?

I am. What kind

of an hour of the night...

Who the devil are you?

[Woman's Voice]

Charlie!

What do you think

you're doing here?

Uhh!

Charlie!

My name is Alfred Eaton.

Alfred Eaton.

You got that?

Now, you go near my mother

again, I'll kill you.

Charlie?

What's the big idea

of keeping me...

Charlie!

Mr. Alfred down yet?

Mr. Alfred down yet?

He's having breakfast, sir.

There you are, boy.

Watch those eggs, Nellie.

Yes, Mr. Eaton.

Well, how did it feel

sleeping in your own bed?

You mother wanted to buy

a new mattress...

but I said no.

I slept very well.

Thank you.

Well, I didn't.

It's not as easy

as it used to be.

Still, I guess I'm all right

for a man of 57...

considering the way I worked

my tail off during the war.

I might even get

a chance to rest.

We all are, in our business.

Big contracts

canceled months ago...

and now those darn fool workers

are going to strike.

Let them.

There'll be nothing but gas...

in their kids' bellies...

by the time they come back.

Pay them exactly what you want.

What do you care?

I care because I'm against

anybody going on strike...

against me.

You'll know what I feel...

when you come

into the business with me.

Well, I suppose you're thinking

of taking it easy.

Not exactly.

Maybe traveling a bit,

seeing something of the country...

before settling down here.

We got to start thinking

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