Marvin Miller: Michael Anthony

Quotes 

• Michael Anthony : [Anthony enters the study to observe Tipton seated in a high backed chair at his desk, on which a reel-to-reel tape recorder is located. Tipton is listening to sound effects and only his right hand is visible to viewers. As Anthony approaches his employer, he hears the sound of a fog horn blaring]  You sent for me, sir?

  John Beresford Tipton : [Tipton switches off the recorder]  Ever been in a fog, Mike?

  Michael Anthony : I am at the moment, sir. I haven't the foggiest idea why you'd want to stereophonic tape recording of that.

  John Beresford Tipton : [Chuckles]  I'm adding it to my collection: 'Sounds of Danger.' Listen.

  [Tipton switches the recorder back on. Tires are heard screeching, then gunshots, then a police whistle, and finally a woman's seductive voice saying, 'I love you, darling.' This causes Anthony to do a double take as Tipton turns off the recorder] 

  John Beresford Tipton : Sometimes, love is the most dangerous of them all.

  Michael Anthony : I'll take your warning, sir.

  John Beresford Tipton : You do that, Mike.

  [Tipton hands an envelope to Anthony] 

  John Beresford Tipton : And take this, too. Our next millionaire.

  [Anthony accepts and envelope, bows, and turns to leave] 

• Michael Anthony : [At Louise's rooming house door]  Miss Benson? Miss Louise Benson?

  Louise Benson : Yes.

  Michael Anthony : My name is Michael Anthony. If you have a moment, I have something of extreme importance for you. May I?

  Louise Benson : Yes, of course, come in.

  [Anthony enters] 

  Louise Benson : Sorry the place is very untidy.

  Michael Anthony : Oh, it's charming, Miss Benson.

  [Spots a drawing of a sailor] 

  Michael Anthony : Oh, very good. Yours?

  Louise Benson : [Lightly]  Don't tell me you're my dream come true?

  Michael Anthony : I beg your pardon?

  Louise Benson : You know, the wealthy patron-of-the-arts who discovers a practically unknown artist and buys fame for both of them.

  Michael Anthony : I'm afraid not, Miss Benson.

  [Opens his briefcase] 

  Michael Anthony : But with what I have for you, you won't need anyone to play that role.

  [Displays check] 

  Michael Anthony : It's a cashier's check for $1,000,000.

  Louise Benson : [Staring at the check]  A what?

  Michael Anthony : A million dollars, and the tax has already been paid on it.

  Louise Benson : [Still staring]  It is a cashier's check and it's for a million. Why are you giving me a million dollars?

  Michael Anthony : I'm not the donor. I'm merely delivering it for him.

  Louise Benson : Who is he?

  Michael Anthony : He insists on remaining anonymous.

  [Retrieving document from his briefcase] 

  Michael Anthony : However, there is one condition.

  Louise Benson : He insists on remaining anonymous.

  [Retrieving document from his briefcase] 

  Louise Benson : However, there is one condition.

  [Suspiciously] 

  Louise Benson : Oh?

  Michael Anthony : You must sign this agreement not to tell anyone, except your husband, if you should marry, the exact amount or how you got it. If you violate this provision, the balance will be reclaimed on behalf of the benefactor.

  [Offers pen] 

  Michael Anthony : Now, if you will just sign here, please.

  Michael Anthony : Just sign here, please. That's all I have to do?

  Michael Anthony : That's all.

  Louise Benson : [Louise signs]  Oh, Mr. Anthony, I don't know how to thank you,

  [Anthony returns the pledge to his briefcase] 

  Louise Benson : Can I paint your portrait or give you a cup of coffee?

  Michael Anthony : You're very kind. However, I have a plane to catch. But I do thank you very much.

• Michael Anthony : [to the viewers]  Louise Benson lived in San Francisco. She was an artist with a studio on Telegraph Hill. But the colorful waterfront often beckoned her, its mysteries veiled in the fog.

• Michael Anthony : [to the viewers]  My name is Michael Anthony. For many years, I was Executive Secretary to the multibillionaire John Beresford Tipton. Among my duties was the unique job of delivering $1,000,000, which Mr. Tipton frequently gave away, tax-free, to a total stranger. From his fabulous 60,000-acre estate, Silverstone, Mr. Tipton carried on his study of human nature. Every subject in his vast storage of knowledge was material for close analysis and was always related to the behavior and destiny of man.