The Hugh Waring Story

Michael Anthony: [Anthony enters the study to find Tipton seated in a high backed chair at his desk examining a file folder. Only Tipton's right arm is visible to viewers] You sent for me, sir?

John Beresford Tipton: [Holding and waving his eyeglasses] Beautiful day, isn't it, Mike?

Michael Anthony: Indeed it is, sir.

[Anthony glances off camera as if looking out a window]

Michael Anthony: It is a beautiful view from here, sir.

John Beresford Tipton: The world, Mike. A man's world is his horizon. What he can see, touch, think, or dream about. There's his hope, his reason for being.

Michael Anthony: In that sense, every man makes his own world.

John Beresford Tipton: Well, it's strange that you should say that, Mike.

[Tipton hands envelope to Anthony]

John Beresford Tipton: Our next millionaire has practically no horizon left at all.

[Anthony examines the name and address on the envelope, is startled and confused. Anthony places the envelope in his breast pocket and leaves]