CC and Mary come back to the Capwell house.
Mary: Are you all right, CC?
CC: I'm fine. Just a little tired.
Mary: Well, I'm not surprised. It's been a very active day for you.
CC: Yes, it has.
Mary: Let me help you upstairs.
CC: No, no, I'm fine.
Mary: Is there anything you do need?
CC: No, nothing at all. Thank you. And thank you for the wonderful lunch.
Telephone rings.
CC: Can you get that for me please?
Mary: Yeah.
Mary answers the phone.
Mary: Capwell residence. May I ask who's calling please? Just a minute. (then to CC) Are you at home to a Max Bender?
CC: To Max Bender I'm home.
CC talks to Max on the phone.
CC: What have you got, Max?
Max: How much to report, Mr Capwell? So far the Lockridge yacht hasn't moved an inch. They are still anchored off Carmel.
CC: They're both still on board?
Max: Yes sir.
CC: All right. Just keep me posted.
Mary: Did that upset you? You shouldn't let yourself get upset. You need to rest.
CC: Not anymore. And you are not to tell anyone that I am tired. I cannot appear like I am in a weakening condition. I have to appear strong. I have to appear a lot stronger than my enemies. I tell you that!
Angry CC snaps his cane over his knee. Shocked Mary watches him go upstairs.
On her way out of the house Mary runs into Mason.
Mason: Hi.
Mary: Mason, I... I don't think your father should be seen.
Mason: I'm a... here to pick up some files. He knows about it. Where is he?
Mary: He's upstairs. But don't disturb him, all right? 'Cause he's had a very long day.
Mason: Oh, I know. Lunch with a beautiful woman can be exhausting. You're very protective of him, aren't you?
Mary: It's my job.
Mason: And you seem to be enjoying it. What did he do? Ahh, you don't have to tell me. First class hatchet job on my character, right?
Mary: Mason, you know, you really should stop thinking that you are the reason that everyone has for everything that they do. No, it just so happens that I was hired to do a job here. It also happens that I like your father. I feel a little sorry for him.
Mason: Oh, no thank you for that. My father has no use for pity. Especially when it's directed at him.
Mary: Boy, it's a shame you two have so many misconceptions about each other.
Mason: Oh, Mary... You think you're being objective. All you're really being is young and impressionable. My father started to work his charms on you and you're falling right into his trap. And I could help you to get out of it, but I think you'll learn more if you do it on your own. You may need to chew your own foot off to escape those. So brace yourself.
Mary: I was just about to leave, I think I'll continue to do that.
Mary tries to go past Mason, but he blocks her way with his shoulder.
Mason: Leave where?
Mary: Guest house. I'm staying in there, remember?
Mason: Yeah. Must get lonely down there?
Mary: Not as lonely as it is right here.
Mason: May be there's hope for you yet.
Mary: I'm going to get some sleep, if there's any.
Mason tries to kiss Mary, but she runs away.
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