The Black Orchid Page #4

I love you to care

about me, Mary.

Oh, look. Come on, now.

Don't spoil the day

for you and Noble, and for me.

Come on, huh?

Come on. Come...

( car horn honks )

Hey, Noble.

Hey, Pa. How are you?

How are you?

Hey, what do you think, huh?

Hey, what is it,

a lady's pocketbook?

What do you mean?

That's what you call

an Italian sports car.

Hey,

that's pretty fancy.

( honks horn )

Don't forget.

Hey, we're all going to

go for a drive later.

Look, on a day like today,

you don't want "three's a crowd."

Besides, um,

I got a date.

Yeah?

Yeah.

See you, huh?

Yeah, see you.

Mary!

Hey, baby?

( bells toll in distance )

Mary?

MARY:
I'm in here, Noble.

Hi.

Hi.

Shall I kiss you first,

or can't you wait

to see the car?

Well, now,

I think I can wait.

Mm.

Ooh.

Hey. Come on, help me

put some things away, huh?

Go in there

and clear the table?

I think your father's got

a touch of spring in his head today.

You know what he said?

You and me should be alone today.

"No, three's a crowd."

Hey, Noble, did you find

a house in Atlantic City yet?

Not yet.

I looked at eight houses.

You know what I saw?

Doghouses.

I told this agent,

"When you come up

with something good enough

for me and my future wife,

then call me."

Well, honey, maybe we

shouldn't rush into buying.

If you ever lived in a furnished

room, you wouldn't say that.

But I mean, till we find

something we really want,

we could stay here.

Where?

With my father.

Now, that's crazy.

There's a hundred

houses in Atlantic City.

I'm going to look at more this week.

I'll find one that'll

just be perfect for us.

So you'll find.

Hey.

What's bothering you?

Noble, you're looking at this

only from our point of view,

but, well, I'm thinking

of my father too.

Thinking what? What about him?

Well, just how's his life going to be

when he's here in this house

all by himself?

Noble, for him,

can't we live here?

I don't mean that

we have to stay--

Now, wait.

How are we going

to live here,

when my store's on the boardwalk

in Atlantic City?

Now, Mary, you don't make sense.

All right. Excuse me

for mentioning it.

He'll be all right.

You worry too much.

If he knew how much you worry,

he'd have a fit.

I'm sorry, Noble.

But I just can't help it.

Hey, come on, smile.

( suspenseful theme plays )

You know, lately I can't stand

being away from you. Honest.

I wish I could find a house

right on top of my store.

Every ten minutes,

I'd come in,

and I'd look at you.

It never used to bother me,

seeing you only on weekends.

Now the closer the wedding gets,

what ideas come into my head.

VOICE OVER P.A.:

Attention, please.

Upstate special

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