Bachelor in Paradise Page #8

and I am not going' to

antagonize the people who do.

Rosemary, I want Jack Adams

out of your house.

and I want him out fast.

- No, Tom.

I am not put him out,

not for you or anybody.

Are you disobeying me?

This is not the marine

corps, major Jynson.

No. This is Paradise,

and I am in command in here.

You will do what I say,

or you're through... fired.

I'm sorry, Tom.

Truly sorry!

Well, come in.

You're a little early.

How would you like

a full-time secretary?

What, red-blooded

American boy wouldn't?

What happened? - I'm no longer an

employee of Paradise Village, inc.

You quit?

- I did.

I won't work for any man

after he fires me.

I admire your spirit,

among other things.

How'd that happened?

A matter of business policy.

We didn't agree.

We don't always agree, either,

you're the exactly a person I need.

To help me with my research.

What kind of research? - Don't worry,

I'll push your desk against the wall.

I couldn't chase you

around it if I wanted to.

Don't worry,

I wouldn't be here.

Just don't ask me to

stay after working hours.

Agreed?

- Agreed, under protest.

Let me see.

You'll be my

landlady and secretary.

And I'll be your tenant and boss.

A very involved relationship.

If you raise my rent,

I'll lower your salary.

You lower my salary,

I'll raise my voice.

..comes to the plate

with a curve ball.

First strike. 0 and 1.

Ripley checking his signs.

The big right-hander's ready again.

Repley comes back to the plate.

Palufski swings,

gets a hold of it.

Long drive to deep left-centre.

Back goes Smitty, a-way back,

and she is gone.

It's a brand-new ball game...

3 and 3.

Before the biggest crowd of the year...

75,000 here at the stadium...

the Bears have come back for

a run of the seventh to tie, 3 and 3.

For Palufski, his 17th home run

of the year and his 51st RBI.

Now let's find out

if Dillon's coming up.

Jerry, is that Dillon comming up?

- No, Billy. That's Monty Brice...

Monty Brice, he is

hitting .287 so far this season.

Never mind Monty Brice.

Take a note.

Americans are so accustomed

to being told everything,

even at ball games,

they bring their radios

so the announcer

can explain what they seen.

And the fast ball

swung off and fouled away.

Our guess would be

about 75,000 people here.

I wonder what

idiot caught that.

They have the rest

room in this stadion...

They would have torn the roof off

for sure on the home run by Palufski.

They tell me 20 million American

women have taken this up.

Sure. To get

rid of their aggressions.

Yeah.

Oh, yes.

You know,

those aren't pins.

Those are

20 million American men.

The cleaners returned

your grey suit.

I hung it in the closet.

- Oh, thanks?

And I got your shirts back.

They're in second drawer.

You don't have to do

my shirts, Rosemary.

The laundry... - The laundry

puts a razor edge on the collars.

I don't want

my boss decapitated.

Even if he has a spair.

Hey, you worried about

your boss or your tenant?

Jack, please.

Why not? It's time

you acknowledge

man and women are

different, even in America.

This arrangement about is difficult enough.

Don't make it impossible.

You're making it impossible. I want

to make it very possible.

A little cooperation,

and it could be fun.

No woman really wants

to make love platonically,

just for fun.

Then I've met

some great pretenders.

I'm sure lot of women

have fallen in love with you.

If they have, they are

wanted something more than...

Well, merely an affair.

- For instance?

Oh, a home, security, permanence.

You know,

wise man once wrote...

that a man wants to be

a woman's first love,

but women have a more

subtle instinct.

They want to be sure

they're a man's last.

Let's eat.

Jack...

- Hmm?

Have you been

a bachelor all your life?

I was engaged once

at the age of seven,

what I thought were pangs of love

turned out to be measles.

Silly. Then there's still a chance that

some poor girl may marry you?

A rich girl have

a better chance.

Have you ever been in love?

Never. Have you?

Once... I thought.

No. I take that back.

I really was.

- What makes you sure?

What makes you sure

you never were?

I planned it that way.

I had a very smart father...

who prepared me for life

in very early age

splendid piece of advice.

You care to share it?

He said:
"Be careful

of what you put your heart

and your money onto."

Your father told you that?

Right after my mom told it to him.

Ha, ha, ha!

That's funny.

Hi.

- Oh, hi.

Where's Rosemary?

- She's gone.

It's after 6 o'clock.

I wanted to talk you alone.

I had to.

It's about Larry.

He hasn't said

a word to me for days.

Why? You've dyed your hair

back, haven't you?

But he's still suspicious.

- Of me?

You see, It's your

reputation, Jack.

Everybody thinks that...

- Thinks what?

That you're having

affairs with all of us...

me, Camille, Dolores,

Rosemary! - Really?

That should qualify me

for the olympic team.

Don't joke about it.

They've written everything down.

Good. We'll make

an italian movie from it.

They even sent in that petition.

- What petition?

To Tom Jynson,

to have you evicted,

only Rosemary

wouldn't do it.

Are you sure about

this, Linda? - Positive.

Leland Quinlaw and

my Larry started it.

All our husbands in

the neighbour signed it...

What's that?

- Something's burning.

It's the oven.

My ready-mix cake.

Ha, ha! - Hope Smoky the Bear

doesn't hear about this.

Jack!

Jack?

- Out here!

What's so urgent?

Sit down, Rosemary.

I want to ask you something.

Why couldn't you ask me

on the phone?

I want to see your face

when you answer.

Honey... I know this isn't the first

time you've tried to protect me, and...

I'm deeply touched, but you should

have told me about the petition.

What good would

it have done?

I could have spared you and everyone

else out lot of trouble.

How?

- By moving out.

Leaving Paradise?

I should think you'd be

glad to get rid of me.

No. I mean, what

about your book?

I've got enough material for

six books if I wanna use it.

Oh, Jack, please.

I just don't want to get

hopelessly involved.

You're a little late.

You already are.

So am I.

Why don't you

come with me?

With you?

Where?

Anywhere. I need you,

and you need me.

We both lived

alone long enough.

What's the advantage?

Tube toothpaste

lasts twice as long.

That's all you can

say for it.

There's just one problem,

a matter of social convention.

I can't very well

ask you to marry me.

We understand each other.

Why complicate things?

We can't. I can't,

not this way.

I found that out

a long time ago.

This is different, darling.

We're both

being completely honest

with each other.

Which means you don't want

to ask me to marry you.

I haven't the nerve.

I'd be a real heel if I did.

You know what you'd be

getting for a husband?

Just roughly.

A man who's been a bachelor all

his life, who wants his own way,

a gypsy who's never had a

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