ESTATE - NEXT MORNING
The great lawn infested with workmen, planting stakes, un-
rolling a huge canvas tent, gardeners fashioning topiary and
adding landscaping of their own, crews setting up platforms,
speakers, lights. Ubiquitous is ALLISON, 35, Parrishs
older daughter, foremen competing for her attention and she
relishing every moment.
A Painter approaches.
PAINTER
The big tent, Miss Allison -
estate lady said theres
a fix-it guy. See if you can find him.
Whats that for?
- Uncle Louies dog.
- Hes cute.
- I got invited to a party tomorrow.
- Great. You see?
- But you wanted me to help you unpack.
- I dont remember saying that.
I must have had you mixed up
with somebody else.
Thanks, Ma.
Could you tell me
where the maintenance guy is?
Hey, pup.
You go in through there,
turn left, not too
garden.
How do you do, Mrs. Fremont?
Im very glad to see you.
Please sit down.
Found that here in the garden.
From the color, Id say it belongs to the Byzantine period.
The Byzantines occupied Cyprus for centuries.
Gives one an idea how temporary our claims to the worlds real estate are.
Im ashamed to say I really dont know anything about archeology.
Few people do.
Didnt you once publish somethin
Trentham?
Lady Trentham.
Its, uh--
Im William McCordles cousin, Ivor.
Ivor Novello.
Yes, of course.
May I introduce
a friend of mine from California?
- Mr. Morris Weissman.
- Hello.
Hi.
Uh, we were just wondering if
we were headed in the same direction.
I dare say we might be.
Well, if-if everything
seems to be all right--
Bye.
Could we get on
before I freeze to death?
- Was that really Ivor Nove
garden.
LACHAISE
Not the usual Swiss procedure, Mr. Bond,
but you understand, a man in my
position..
BOND
Which is neutral, no doubt.
Lachaise takes the joke a little tight-lipped. Gestures for
Bond to sit.
A GIRL ENTERS, a gorgeous Swiss bombshell in a pin-striped
suit. She pushes a cart. On it are a BRIEFCASE and a box of
EXPENSIVE CIGARS, which she offers to Lachaise and Bond.
LACHAISE
It wasn