Bachelor in Paradise Page #2

Well, I...

better get my distemper shots.

TRACT OFFICE:

PARADISE VILLAGE

You better wait for me.

My name is Adams.

Jack Adams.

Oh yes, Mr. Adams.

We've been expecting you.

My cab driver didn't know

how to get to Paradise.

He's an atheist.

- Ha, ha! Come right this way.

Mr. Adams is here.

How do you do,

Mr. Adams?

I'm Rosemary Howard.

You are? Well,

what a pleasant surprise.

Oh? What were you expecting?

Well, frankly, nothing.

Your house is all ready for you.

Won't you sit down?

Palfrey said that you weren't sure

how long you'd be here,

so I drew up a simple lease, month-to-month,

if that's all right?

That'll be fine.

- It's a standard form.

Don't you want wait, until

you see the house first?

It'll be adequate.

- You're sure?

It's the only one,

isn't it?

Oh yes, we don't rent in

Paradise as a rule,

but we hope you'll love it so much

that you want to buy here.

If you're selling,

I'll buy.

We've arranged for a rental car to be

delivered to the house tomorrow,

but I can take you over there

now if you like. - I'd love.

Let me pay off the cab

and get my bags.

Ahh!

Mr. Adams, has arrived!

Welcome to Paradise, Adams!

Mr. Adams,

this is Mr. Jynson...

developer and president

of the tract.

Well, you're a friend of

Austin Palfrey's, huh?

It's a pleasure

to have you aboard.

You will find this

truly is Paradise.

Schools, churches,

country club,

playground, pool,

shopping centre.

As we say, a family can live

a full and happy life in Paradise

and never leave the village.

But they're allowed to,

aren't they?

Oh, of course, they're allowed to,

you and your family...

I don't have a family.

No family?

Mr. Adams is a bachelor?

Well, don't worry.

It's not catching.

I know,

but a bachelor in Paradise...

you'll be the only one.

That sounds like fun.

I better pay

my cab driver.

I'd hate to put him

in a higher bracket.

HOW THE:

FINNS LIVE:

Rosemary.

Ginny.

Does your mother know

you're reading this trash?

I'm eighteen.

Rosemary, may I see you

a minute, please?

Would you show Mr. Adams

to my car, please?

Crazy.

A latin student, huh?

I'm not sure this is

a good thing, not sure at all.

He's a bachelor,

and it's a family community.

I'm a bachelor, too.

I've lived here for quite some time...

You're a woman.

That's different.

Why? I understand it takes

a member of each sex.

You're a special case.

You're steering away from men...

and I do wish you'd

get over that, Rosemary.

We were discussing Mr. Adams.

When it comes to personal matters,

I suggest you concern yourself

more with your own domestic problems.

I did not appreciate

that remark.

Well, I'm sorry, but if you weren't so suspicious

of every Tom, Dick, and Harry,

you and Dolores...

- Never mind Dolores.

Whose house did you

get for Adams, huh?

Mine.

You rented him

your house? - Mm-hmm.

I moved in with

old Mrs. Curtis.

She needed someone

to care for her, anyway.

Why don't you think

of yourself for a change?

A girl like you

could have...

anything she wanted...

if she just...

If she be sweet and charming,

or just obliging to a man?

Just because you have one

unhappy experience...

Listen, one is all I needed.

I'm strictly on my own, Tom,

and I intend to stay that way.

Now if you'll excuse me,

Mr. Adams is waiting.

You're much more attractive than

my last cab driver, Miss Howard.

Thank you,

but it's Miss Howard.

Miss?

Don't they harvest

the crops around here?

Well, you're a bachelor.

That's intentional...

I mean, anytime...

Oh, I know what you mean,

but you may be even more amazed

to learn that some women

remain single intentionally.

I as one confirmed bachelor to another,

I think we'll hit it off.

When I left, if a man wanted a house,

he built one... that was that.

You must have been

away a long time.

What's all that up there?

That's Paradise Hills, a new

development Mr. Jynson's started,

but he had to

stop work on it for a while.

The minute I met him,

I said to myself...

Now here is a man

with an arrested development.

T. Jynson is a very

intelligent businessman.

What's holding up

Paradise Hills?

Well, it's a personal matter,

but only temporary.

You intend do your work

in the valley or downtown?

At home.

Which reminds me,

I'll need a secretary for some typing.

Anybody in the neighbourhood?

- Oh, I'm afraid not.

I'll inquire around,

but most women in Paradise

have husbands and children.

A lot of families

get started that way.

It would be pink.

- That's not pink.

That's california coral.

Who thinks up all the names

for colours in this country...

Tennessee Williams?

Just like that...

no key?

Oh, there is, but nobody has

to lock a house in Paradise.

Hey, it's very attractive.

Even the termites

seem to like it.

That's pecky cypress,

and it's quite the rage.

It's very charming.

What do you call this style...

Early Disneyland?

By sliding these open,

you can bring the outdoors in.

Bugs and all.

This is your TV.

And here's the bar.

- Hmm.

The last tenants must have been

real drunks. There's not a drop left.

There are two bedrooms,

but only one is furnished.

One is all a bachelor needs

if he works it right.

Sweet.

Painter couldn't make up

his mind, huh?

What's this...

a runway for the mice?

If you're so disenchanted

with the house Mr. Adams,

I'll be happy to

tear up the lease.

Oh, no.

Don't do that.

It's not a bad

little cracker box, at all.

100 Million Americans would love

to live in this cracker box.

That would make it

crowded, wouldn't?

There anything else

I can show you?

No, just let me stumble

around for myself

and enjoy

the thrill of discovery.

I suppose you have a kitchen,

room closet...

Oh, all the comforts.

Even indoor plumbing.

Good.

I hate those long walks.

Good afternoon, Mr. Adams.

- Wait. My luggage?

What was that?

- The school bus.

Sounds like one

of the kids is driving.

What do you say we break out of here tonight,

and let me take you to dinner?

Thank you, but

I have a business appointment.

Oh.

What about tomorrow night?

Lonely bachelors should stick together,

don't you think?

Definitely, and if I find one

I think you'd like...

I'll let you know, Mr. Adams.

Good-bye.

Bye.

Hi. Who are you?

I'm Mr. Adams.

I'm moving in here.

I'm Peter. I live

down there. - Down where?

I won't tell you. I'm not supposed

to talk to strangers.

Is he a stranger?

- Sure.

This is my sister...

Mrs. MacIntyre.

Mrs. MacIntyre?

Well, ma'am, how do you do?

How do I do what?

It's just not

my day for women.

He sure is a stranger.

Come on.

Oh, for Pete's sake!

Ohh! You scared me.

Who are you?

I'm Jack Adams.

I don't know you come with the house?

Are you friend of Rosemary?

- Not yet.

Then what are you doing

in her house?

This's Rosemary

Howard's house? - Sure.

Didn't you know?

- No, but I wish I had.

She's renting this place to me,

but she didn't tell me that.

Oh! Now that you mention it,

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