Bachelor in Paradise Page #4

Oh, wait... I...

I want to apologize.

For what? - For some of

the things I said yesterday.

Why didn't you tell me

it was your house?

I thought it would be

less embarrassing.

But I was wrong.

I hope you'll forgive me. I'd hate

to think I got off on the wrong foot.

But don't you worry about, Mr. Adams.

Ours is purely

a business arrangement.

You rented my house,

not me.

Are you sure you won't reconsider

splitting this broiler with me tonight?

Tomorrow night?

Honestly Miss Howard,

I am the safest man in California.

I'm the most determined

bachelor you'll ever meet.

That's obvious, but it still

doesn't make you any safer, you know.

Come on! You don't think I'd ask a girl to come

up to her own house to see her own etchings.

Probably, if you thought

you could get away with it.

Pardon me.

Oh, Miss Howard!

Dear, you're just the one I need.

Sign this petition

to help safeguard

the young people

of Paradise Village, will you.

What is this,

Mrs. Brown?

The village bookshop is selling

dreadful books by A.J. Niles again.

I want to make them take

those nasty volumes...

out of there before

they corrupt our youth.

And Mr. Jynson's already sign this.

Have you ever read

any of the book?

Certainly not.

Than how do you know

that they're so nasty?

Certain chapters in all of

A.J. Niles books are nasty.

Everyone knows that's

what makes him so popular.

But I can't see how

the presence of a book

can corrupt anyone.

And besides, I feel that it's the

parents' duty to censor their

children's reading, not mine.

I'm afraid I won't be able to sign

your petition, Mrs. Brown.

I'll sign that, Mrs. Brown.

- Well, you're a good neighbour. - Yes.

Mr. Adams, isn't it?

- That's right.

Don't think I don't admire

your attitude, Miss Howard,

but I feel a sense

of obligation to the writer.

Every attempt to suppress books just...

helps push them

up atop the bestseller list.

So thanks you, Mrs. Brown.

Behalf of A. J. Niles

and the Bureau of Internal Revenue.

Floor man, accident on aisle three.

I see you found the eggs.

I'm sorry!

- My fault!

That's all right.

I hope you don't think I'm

following you, but something's leaking.

Leaking? - Yeah, from your car,

all over the street.

Oh yeah, here. This here.

What is that?

It looks like soap powder.

In fact, it is soap powder.

Well, that's all right.

I have several boxes.

Thank you.

This is...

Rosemary Howard's house.

That's right.

I'm leasing.

Oh, I heard she rented

it to a bachelor.

Jack Adams.

No wonder Tom was so upset

when he heard you had moved in.

Tom?

- Tom Jynson.

Oh yeah, the blow-hard who

built this no man's land.

I'm Mrs. Tom Jynson.

Yeah, well... I'm sorry, I... you know

- That's quite all right.

Blow-hard's

a good word for him.

Here. Let me help.

You get the others.

I'll get the rest.

Certainly neighbourly

of you, Mrs. Jynson.

Dolores.

- Thank you, Dolores.

Can I help you

with something else?

I mean, I love to do for a man,

and Tom doesn't seem that need me

that do for him this days.

Oh!

Is there something more

I can do for you?

In matter of fact, there is.

- Oh, what?

Show me how

the washing machine works.

Oh, that's nothing.

I already put the laundry in.

- You did?

Well... you put the soap in this

little trap door on top.

Then you, um, you turn this dial.

Is that all?

- Mm-hmm. Simple.

Why don't you go ahead

and get things started,

and I'll put the groceries away.

O.K.

I keep everything

on the top shelf.

Hey, don't put in

too much soap.

How much is too much?

- Well, that's more than enough.

Oh, gosh, yes.

Now you close this, and you just,

uh... well, you just turn this dial.

I must have left some

change in the pockets.

The first cycle's the noisiest.

Then it settles down

to a roar.

That's alright.

Don't wear yourself out this way.

You're too pretty

for the kitchen. - Oh?

Um, I'm not keeping you

from anything urgent, am I?

I was going to dust,

but I can do that later.

Am I holding you up?

- As a matter of fact, you are.

From my... cocktail hour.

- Isn't it a little early?

What else is there to do?

- In alphabetical order?

Um, there's something I might

explain about Tom and me that...

would put your mind

very at ease, maybe.

Can you make

a really Dry Gibson?

Five parts gin, and I think

for a moment about the vermouth.

See, we're... separated.

We hardly ever see each other.

Does that...

put your mind very at ease?

Just my conscience.

My mind's having a ball.

Well, we're...

more than separated, really.

We're about to be divorced.

I... consider myself

an unattached woman. Practically.

If you know what I mean.

- I'm terribly afraid I do.

Whoop.

Oh, excuse me.

Here's a little hitchhiker.

- Thank you.

We have community property

laws in this state,

and he's finding out now that he can't

treat me the way he treats me.

Aren't you having one?

- Little early for me.

Early? It's April.

Cheers.

So, until he acts

like a real husband should,

I'm going to keep

all that money tied up,

and his P... excuse me, Paradise

Hills can just sit there.

You're the reason they

stopped working on that?

Me and my lawyers.

He thinks he's so smart.

Oh, he's made a fortune, but

he's all business, that man.

I found the loveliest

house in Bel Air.

I went into escrow,

but would he sign it?

Not Tom Jynson.

He has to stay

in Paradise where

he can keep his finger on the

pulse of things. That's a laugh.

Is it?

- Sure!

He moves out to a swanky hotel

and leaves me stuck in Paradise.

Now, very really.

Oh, thank you.

But... a woman gets

that lonely feeling.

She wants

somebody to admire her...

and tell her how pretty she

looks and things like that.

Why don't you come over

here where we can talk?

You're coming in loud and

clear. - Oh, come on!

You're so sympathetic

and understanding.

You're a very easy

woman to understand.

Am i?

- Uh-huh.

May I ask you a... very personal

question, Jack Adams? - Mm-hmm.

Do you find me

attractive as a woman?

I think you're extremely

attractive as a woman.

Or anything.

Tom doesn't find me attractive.

He used to,

but not anymore.

That's the trouble

with those real-estate men.

Once they get you through

escrow, they lose interest.

I know that he

find me attractive.

Because he goes out with other women,

one very other woman

in particular... Rosemary.

Rosemary Howard?

They were together all the time.

He used to leave me...

night after night after night.

It was always business,

and it was always Rosemary.

I'm, uh...

a lonely woman, Jack.

So very, very lonely.

Yeah, I'm beginning

to see what you mean.

Have you ever thought

of buying a parakeet?

They say tropical fish are fun.

I can't help it.

I'm not made of stone,

you know?

Not unless they're doing

some new things with it.

I'm kind of lonely

here myself. - You are?

Aha! - I'm a marvellous cook!

I'll make you a breakfast.

I had breakfast.

- Tomorrow's?

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