02x22 - 600 Seconds

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[narrator] Katie Wells.

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-Here's your refill, dear.-Thanks.

Aww, she's a smart one.Look out for her, Andy.

-That's my coffee, Janet.- Thank you.

I know you takebrandy in yours, boss.

Let's keep the coffee this time.

Oh, straight?

[laughs] What a stunningbracelet, Katie. Is it new?

Oh, no. Little lastyear. There you are.

Greg designed it for ouranniversary. Isn't it pretty?

Just beautiful.

You never usecolored polish, do you?

No.

It is my big frustration. Ilove it. The redder the better.

But my belovedhusband won't stand for it.

That's right. I'llput up with a lot.

And you have, darling.

Been only years.- With no red fingernails.

No man really likes it you know.

I really don'tbelieve that, Owen.

But I have to pamper hima little bit naughty. [laughs]

Katie, I hope you never have aworse problem in your marriage.

Come on, Carol, it's your play.

Well, if it ever frustrates youtoo much, Katie, just let me know.

I'll be happy to takeGreg off your hand.

Oh?-Oh, Sorry. No pun intended.

[everyone laughs] Sweetiethe line forms to the right

and you know my motto.

Yeah, we know it,

if you can get him,you can have him.

That's right.

Honestly, Katie.-Hey!

[sighs] Sorry, Andy.

I've got to call my house.

Brandy, Andy?

Yes, thanks.

That sounds like asong title, doesn't it?

What's the matter with her? Ithought she was your best friend.

She is.

But a best friend couldtalk to me like that.

Katie. How about thatMoon Glow layout?

Will it be ready tomorrow?

Layouts, boss? Three of them.

He pays you money,he takes your choice.

What a gal.

He pays for one andyou get three. [laughs]

You know, Katie,I really envy you.

In a nice way, of course.

Beautiful house, perfectservants and an exciting career.

Bullies. Don't call it a career.

It's a job. It was veryexciting, but it's just a job.

An adorable boss anda wonderful husband.

Thank you.-How do you do it?

Just lucky, I guess.

All that and you're pretty, too.

-Oh.-Just doesn't seem fair.

That's right.

We ought to throw apicket line around her.

Katie Wells. Unfairto organized women.

Ammm, Duche. Carol, Duche.

Sorry, it has nothingto do with you, really.

- Uh-huh?- Forgive me.

Of course. Forget it.

- Give me a lift, will you, Andy?- Sure.

No point in waiting for Jim.

You have to rush out so soon?

I've got to.

May I give you a lift, too?-Fine. Thank you.

So I'll drew for one more.

Carol sure tellsJim we missed him.

All right. Good night.

Look, everybodydoesn't have to rush off.

Oh, I'm sorry. Well,Good night, Owen.

and thank you for coming.

-Good night, Katie.-Bye, Carol.

-Bye, Andy.-Good night, Katie.

Next time I'll playscrabble with you.

You certainly do.

Oh.

One of the nice things about havingan industrial engineer for a husband

is he put your helparound the house.

Thank you, ma'am. [Katie laughs]

I have the very best references.

I bet you tell thatto all the girls.

[Greg laughs]

Flattery will get you nowhere.

Do we have any more datesfor the rest of this week, Katie?

Oh, a couple. Why?

Oh, I'm tired. [sighs]-Oh.

I wish we didn't haveto be quite so social

But I thought youloved going out.

Oh, I used to.

-Oh.-No more, though.

You know I'm, I'm no kid, Katie.

Oh, you. [laughs]

[sighs] I'll be glad whenthat old weekend rolls around.

Yeah.

Let's make it a long way.

Oh, Greg, I wonder if you'dbe terribly disappointed if, ah...

Hmm?

Oh, nothing. Oh, look at that.

Carol left her compact again.

I wonder what wasbiting her tonight.

She's never talkedto me that way before.

Well, you, uh, you didsort of ask for it, Katie.

-Did I?-Yes, you did.

[Katie laughs]

I'm afraid sometimesI do seem a bit, uh,

well, let's face it, a bit smug.

But then that's your fault. Becauseyou make me so happy and safe.

And after that pretty littlespeech, I'll probably get my...

ears pinned back tomorrow.

Oh, come on, Katie,it's almost o'clock.

Let's say the philosophyfor tomorrow too, shall we?

[Katie chuckles] Yes,master. [Greg laughs]

Up, master. [Grag grunts]

After you, lady.

You know,

I'd still like to knowwhat's wrong with Carol.

Hmm. Don't ask me.

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So now you know how Iwas at your fiend last night.

I was frantic.

It was coming for a long time.But I wouldn't let myself face it.

Katie. Katie, whatam I going to do?

I can't face life without Jim.

[Carol sobs]

You know all the answers.

-Tell me what to do.- Look, Carol, are you sure?

Are you positive?

He was waiting for mewhen I got home last night.

Oh.

He wanted to behonest with me, he said.

Couldn't bear living a lie.

Well, you wouldn't wantthat either, would you?

I don't know.

I know, I don't wantto lose my husband.

I can't bear to be poor, Carol.

We must have her overfor dinner some night.

One of those women'sexchange women who

sit around with other lostsouls eating rabbits food

and whipped cream.

For a woman my age, there's nothingworse than not being married.

Nothing.

Not even losing your pride?

No, pride is a poor substitutefor love, and I love him.

I know you do, Carol. I know.

-What can I do?-Well, the first thing to do is

not get hysterical.

Now, sit down.

Look, Carol, if I were you, I'dtake it very easy. Don't struggle.

Ah, act like a sport, nomatter how you feel about it.

And above all, don't make a scene.

It's so easy to say.

Look, the chances are he'llget over it. They usually do,

if you don't hang on too tight.

But supposing he doesn't?

Suppose it's a realthing? What then?

Well, you wouldn't honestly wantto hang on to him then, would you?

Oh, Carol.

Can't imagine trying tohold a man against his will.

No, I suppose you can't.

But you are different. Youhave your own job, your own life.

You'd never be poor, Katie.

[sighs] What am I talking about?That is my nightmare, not yours.

Carol nightmaresusually end, you know.

And this one probably will too.

-Come on, have a cigarette?-Thanks.

[knock on door]

Yes.

Sorry to break inon you, Mrs. Wells,

but your husband's on the phone.

Oh, tell him I'll call him back ina few minutes, will you, Betsy?

-Right out.-Yeah.

And Mr. Bail would like totalk to you when you're free.

Yes, all right. I...

I've got to go.

I've taken up enoughof your valuable time.

Look, you know better than that.

I've got to get to the market.

My life's cracking up andmy kids still have to eat.

-They do.- What time is it?

About

-Oh, one of Greg's design?- Am-hmm.

-Nice.-Yes.

-Katie...-Yeah...

I hope you knowhow lucky you are.

Oh, I do. Believe me, I do.

And don't ever let...

Oh Katie... [Carol cries]

Come on now, baby, chin up. Hmm?

Remember what I said. No scenes.

You promise?

I can't promise, but I'll try.

That's my Carol.

And remember, you call meanytime you want, day or night.

Yes.

Poor Carol.

How awful. I'msaying it already.

[intercom buzz]

Yes, boss.

Katie, those layoutsare wonderful.

I've sent them all to Moon Glow.

They can decide whichone they want to use.

Okay. And thanks.

And you're on the moonplane at Detroit Thursday.

I'll give you the whole weekendto study the new line and

maybe just waitingto see those cards.

Ah, Owen, look, Greg is just dyingto go to the country this weekend.

Couldn't I go toDetroit next week?

Oh, Katie, you know you've gotto start those drawings Monday.

The whole campaignis only four weeks off.

Yes, I know.

Greg can go to thecountry by himself.

He's a big boy now.He's probably doing good.

But okay. All right.

[knock on door] Yes.

Do you want me to getMr. Wells for you now?

Yes, please. Betsy.

Ah, Betsy, wait a minute. Ah,

Is something botheringyou, Mrs. Wells?

Well, no, not exactly. I....

I just haven't told Mr. Wells thatI'm going to Detroit on Thursday.

[relived] Is that all?

But you've gone away loads oftimes without him, and so is he.

Yes, I know.

That's one of the things I'vealways admired about your marriage.

You're both so freeand independent.

Betsy, you're likea breath of fresh air.

Get him on a phone call.

Hello.

Yes. Oh, yes.

Just a moment, please.

It's a Ms. Joy fromyour husband's office.

Oh. All right, I'lltake it. Thank you.

Yes?

Mrs. Wells? I'm Gloria Joy

from the Publicity Departmentof Engineers Incorporated.

We met at our officeparty last Christmas.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

You probably don't remember me,but I know your husband very well

and I wonder if I couldcome up to see you.

Well, surely, anytime.

What is it about?A publicity stunt?

No, it's-- it's personal.

I'm not far from your office. Icould get there around ,

if you have the time.

Well, I'll make the time.

I always like to meetpeople Greg works with.

Ah, Miss Joy, did you say?

-Yes. Gloria Joy.-Yes.

Well, , then.

Thanks, Mrs. Wells. Goodbye.

Now, which one is she?

There were so many youngthings at that Christmas party.

Gloria Joy.

[laughs] What isshe? She's named

I wonder what she wants.

No, it's, it's personal.

Personal, she said.

What on earth could it be?

Her voice was terribly tense.

Wouldn't it be funny if it wasGreg she wanted to see me about?

Maybe she's in love with him.

Poor thing. [laughs]

Maybe he's in love with her.

Oh, Katie, girl.What an absurd idea.

But these things can happen.

Look at Carol.

Well, at least Iknow how to behave.

There'll be nofuss and no scenes.

I only remember her face.

I, I know, the pretty one.

Young and flashy.

She'd have to bewith a name like that.

Too much makeup, probably.

And plenty of mascara.

Mmm, too much jewelry,

wrong clothes.

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Mrs. Wells, I don'tknow how to say this, but,

well,

something frightening mydear? I think I understand.

Gee, Greg said you were the mostunderstanding woman in the world.

He said youwouldn't make a buzz.

Greg sent you here?

Well, no, not exactly.

I know he'd hate to hurt you.

He has so much respectfor you and all that.

But he, umm,

well, uh,

But he loves you.

Is that what you'retrying to say?

Yes.

Oh, yes. He didn't want to.

I didn't want to, either.

I'm no Homebreaking, Mrs. Wells.

But, gee, you are away alot, and Greg's been alone and

well it just, it just happened.

We fought against it, but ah...

It got too big for both of you.

Oh, you areunderstanding, Mrs. Wells,

then you'll let himgo? I can tell him?

Well, don't you think you mightlet me tell him what I decide?

Oh, sure, Mrs. Wells.

Only you won't taketoo long, will you?

I mean, well, Greg'smad about children,

and he's no kid anymore.

Really, Ms. Joy, Iknow my husband's age.

And now, if you'll forgiveme, I have some work to do.

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Woah. Katie, girl.

Watch your horse.

Your imaginationwent away with me.

But he said it himself.

Only last night he said it.

You know I'm no kid, Katie.

He always did want child.

So did I.

It was my fault I lost the baby.

Greg never blamed me.

He was terribly sweet about it.

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-Honey.-Oh.

I'm just, just things...

Things like I love you.

[kiss on forehead]

Oh, come on, Katie.

You promised me youwouldn't brood about it anymore.

It didn't. Just losingthe baby. It's...

it's knowing that we cannever have any children at all.

Who says we can't?

What's to stop us fromadopting three kids or four?

Tell you what, let'smake it an even dozen.

[Katie laughs] Can youimagine the sound of little feet

battering around this house?

Oh, sweetheart,

I've been waiting tohear you laugh again.

Oh, Greg.

I do love you.

[music] And whydidn't we adopt any?

I never had the time I guess.

I was always too busyworking and having fun.

Well, now maybe it's too late.

But even if it were trueabout Greg and that girl, he...

he wouldn't let her tell me.

He'd come to me himself.

Still, you never can tell.

Look how I've been stallingabout a simple thing like

going to Detroit on Thursday.

Then what must it be like to

spring something tremendous?Like wanting your freedom?

If, yes, she might very welllet the other person do it.

And Greg has beenacting a little constrained,

especially last night.

"Well, you just sortof asked for it, Katie."

Katie, that's all. He called.

He never said darling ordear the whole evening long.

Stop it you idiot.

Think like a girl in aDorothy's Parker story.

Well, it won't be long now.

o'clock, she said.

Gloria Joy.

Maybe she doesn'tlook like her name at all.

Publicity's department, hmm.

Probably terribly,terribly clever.

Cheek,

eye out for the main chance.

I know the type.

[piano music]

Mrs. Wells. I'll comeright to the point.

Greg and I love each other.

We want you togive him his freedom.

You're sure he wants it?

Very sure.

Ah, well,

seems strange he'snever mentioned you.

You're being naive, Mrs. Wells.

Well, I am just naiveenough to feel that

Greg's welfare is my first concern.

It's my only concern.

Well, that's one pointwe agree on then.

I'll tell you, Ms. Joy, if freedomis what Greg really wants,

so he'll have it. Never fear.

I'll discuss it withhim over the weekend.

After all, a few moredays can't matter.

[laughs] You're so right.They can't possibly.

But you won't behere over the weekend.

You're going away,

-and Greg will be...- with me. Of course.

Mrs. Wells, if you take theadvice of a younger woman

how dare you standthere and tell me that...

[music]

She didn't tell me anything.There wasn't anybody there.

Oh, I've got to pullmyself together.

I'm getting jittery.

She'll be here any minute.

Now, little MissDon Giotti so noble.

And now look at you.

Suppose Greg reallyis in love with her.

Suppose he does want to leave me.

Not me. Thatcouldn't happen to me.

Why not?

Some special guaranteefrom God, says not to Katie?

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Now, the fact is, whetheryou believe it or not,

this may be just aninfatuation with you.

And if you stay here, no oneelse will ever know the difference.

Oh, Greg, can't you seeI'm trying to protect you?

Yes, yes, yes. I can seeyou're protecting someone,

but I'm not so sure it's me.

In any case, it doesn't matterwhether you believe it now or not.

It's not an infatuationand I won't get over it.

And I can't stay here.

Not for six months,not for another day.

Where are you going?

To a hotel till I canfind an apartment.

Oh, now, wait a minute.It's not that simple.

I mean, if, ifyou go to hotel, I,

I just can't run thishouse on my salary alone.

I wouldn't expect you to, Katie.

I'll make any kind of an alimonyarrangement you suggest.

[telephone rings]

I'll get it.

Hello?

No, not now.

Well, not so good.

I'll explain when I see you.

Yes. Yes, this evening.

Oh, Little later.

No, no. Not too much later.

All right. Bye.

Greg, you are notgoing to see her later.

-Katie!-No. I am sick of being a good sport

and insensible andcivilized and gracious.

She can't have you Greg becauseI'm going to fight to keep you.

Katie, you're hysterical.-All right.

If it's being hysterical to lovea man and fight with that love,

then I'm hysterical.

But Katie, you've always said...

I know what I've always said.

If you can get him,you can have him.

I've also said no haggling and nohysterics and above all, no scenes.

But you justforget what I said.

We had a good marriage and I'mnot going to let you throw it away.

I love you, Greg,and I won't let you go.

She can't have you, thatwoman can't have you?

[dramatic music]

What's the matter with me?

Oh.

-Oh. Yes, Betsy?-Miss Joy's outside.

Oh, we'll hold her out therefor a few minutes, will you?

I'll buzz when I want her.

Definitely.

Betsy?

Yes?

Ah, what she ah,

never mind.

Mrs. Wells, don't you feelwell? You look sort of pale.

Oh, it's nothing. A littleheadache. That's all.

-Oh, can I get you something?-No,

no, it's fine, thank you.

I'm no homebreaker,Mrs. Wells but,

gee, you are away a lot and...

You're being naive, Mrs. Wells.

If you take the adviceof a younger woman...

Betsy, send her in please.

Do come in.

Good Afternoon.-Thank you.

Mrs. Wells, I, I don'tquite know how to say this.

Well, it couldn't beas bad as all that.

Just take a deep breath.

Let's have it.

Well, you see, I'm in loveand we want to get married.

He's a commercialartist and very talented.

He's wasted where he is

and well, your husband saidyou're always so good to people and

interested in new talent.

I thought maybe you'dsee him and talk to him.

Maybe there's somethinghe could do here.

Would you see him, Mrs. Wells?

It means so much to both of us.

His name is Alex Cooper.

That's why you came to seeme, to help your young man. [laughs]

I, I hope you aren'tangry with me.

Oh, my dear,

will you pleasetell me one thing?

Why didn't you ask methat on the telephone?

It would have been too easyfor you to turn me down that way.

-I see.-All he needs is a chance,

Mrs. Wells.

I know you'll like his work.

I'd be glad to seehim. Of course.

Tell him to call me on Monday.

No, you better make it Tuesday.

Mr. Wells and I are goingaway for a long weekend.

Oh, Ms. Wells, you're an angel.

You can't imaginehow scared I was.

I almost turned andran away at the door.

I'm glad I didn't.

Oh. So am I. I'm terribly glad.

Thank you so verymuch, Mrs. Wells.

-I guess I'd better go.-Yes.

And don't forget to have himcall me on Tuesday, right?

Thank you.

You can't imagine what thisafternoon has meant to me.

I know what you mean.

-Goodbye.-Bye.

Betsy, get my husband onthe phone for me, will you?

[door shut]

[Katie laughs]

Oh, Catherine Wells,

you're a triflesmug, stupid woman.

Hope you find yourself.

[intercom buzz] [Katie gasp]

Hello, darling.

You want to know something?

I love you.

No, nothing.

I just want you to know it.

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