Beyond the Valley of the Dolls Page #4

habitually smoke marijuana cigarettes.

- Reefers.

- I'm Kelly Mac Namara, Ms. Lake's niece.

- Hi. I'm glad to know you.

- Thanks. She in? Can I see her?

I'll see.

- Miss Lake, Miss Mac Namara.

- Besides, if Kelly does turn on...

- Send her in.

- You may go in now, Miss Mac Namara.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Now you try to contain yourself, Porter.

- I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

- Come in, Kelly, Porter's all steamed up.

- Too much partying.

- You listen to me, hippie.

I don't know who you are

or where you came from...

...but if you don't withdraw your

morbid interest in Miss Lake's affairs...

...I shall be forced to take legal action.

- Man, I doubt if you'd recognize a hippie.

I'm a capitalist, baby.

I work for my living,

not suck off somebody else.

Not a penny, Miss Mac Namara.

Not a single penny. I promise you that.

- You're making a fool of yourself.

- A tramp with the morals of an alley cat.

- Up yours, ratso!

- Not a single penny. It's not her money.

Even if she is who she claims to be,

her behavior's disgusting.

- I'll take half a million dollars, man!

- What was that?

You heard me. Half a million dollars

and not a penny less.

How can you be so blind, Susan?

I met her type before.

The little innocent face and smile.

The little, sweet virgin-whore.

Porter, why are you acting like this?

She's only a child!

It's got to be, Susan.

It's gotta be half.

Half a million dollars.

Mom never wanted it,

but she should have had it.

That's the way it's gotta be.

Precedent for a defendant

waiving jury trial for a private hearing...

...in a case involving national security?

Talbott v. United States. Supreme

Court decision, 1917.

Amended 1941,

in the case of the government.

Plaintiff v. Consolidated Industries

and defendant Robert F. Zonka.

Prejudice of jury alleged in case

involving alien national...?

Enough. Tomorrow I'll study.

- Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

- You sound like Z-Man.

And Z-Man sounds like Will Shakespeare.

Right now, I feel like making love.

She loves me,

she loves me not.

What is this, Tammy and the Lawyer?

If I don't dig you,

how come I'm making it with you?

Because I'm the ballsiest cat

you ever did meet.

What did you say

before you lost your cool?

Because I'm the ballsiest cat

you ever did meet.

Right on!

Kelly? I mean Miss Mac Namara.

Good morning. Porter Hall here.

Hello?

- Who was it, baby?

- Porter Hall.

- See what the ace has got to say.

- We were cut off.

I'm terribly sorry about that scene

in Susan 's office yesterday.

Certainly, I never remotely intended

to give the impression...

...I must have left.

There are so many things I feel

we have in common...

...that I'd appreciate it very much

if we could have a drink...

...perhaps sometime this afternoon

and discuss them.

Have the drink. Go ahead.

- Okay, Mr. Hall.

- Excellent. That pleases me very much.

- And where shall we meet?

- Tell him O'Rourke's. O'Rourke's.

- O'Rourke's.

- O'Rourke's?

- Yeah, near City College.

- Fine. And at what time?

- 3:
00, I guess. Tell him 3.

- I'll be there about 3.

See you then. Bye.

You did good, beautiful.

You know the mother's up to something.

Here's your chance to really shaft him.

Think so?

I know so.

I'll be out of here by 3,

in case you need the place.

Why do I do everything you tell me?

I don't know. Why do you?

I can't help myself.

You've made me into a whore.

And you dig it, you little freak.

Kelly, I'm so pleased

that you agreed to meet me.

That scene yesterday? I've already told

you how perfectly dreadful I feel about it.

I made certain allegations

that I can only deeply apologize for.

- ID?

- I'm having a coffee.

A very dry vodka martini for me.

Make it a double, please.

Of course we've had our

misunderstandings, but who hasn't?

I believe they call it the generation gap.

In my day, they called it something else.

I can remember when my father raised

the dickens over me. I was a devil then.

Came home in a pinch-back suit. He

thought I'd gone the way of Oscar Wilde.

- That'll be $ 1.20.

- Start a tab for me, will you please?

- Would you like something stronger?

- They don't serve it in bars.

Hey, got a quarter?

Perhaps it's just as well.

In any event, I didn't ask you

to meet me today simply to apologize.

I also wanted to discuss this financial

misunderstanding we're enmeshed in.

Now, as Miss Lake's adviser,

I have her best interests at heart.

However, I want to suggest

a business arrangement...

...an arrangement that would be

the greatest benefit to all concerned.

Now, I've taken the liberty

of drawing up this document.

By which, in return for the handsome

consideration of $50,000 immediately...

...you would agree to discontinue,

or should I say, no longer press charges.

Kelly.

- Kelly, please let me finish.

- You are finished, cheap swindler.

You and Susan Lake

and your documents.

Wait. I assure you, Susan Lake

had absolutely no knowledge of this.

Congratulations. I didn't think you had

the balls to go sneaking behind her back.

- Kelly, please.

- Oh, get!

McHugh, throw me a bar rag.

- A clean one.

- Coming at you.

Porter, I'm sorry I lost my temper.

It was my fault bringing you here.

Tell you what...

...let's go to my place. We can talk

some more about your document.

- Want some?

- What is it?

Oh, Porter.

You mean you don't know what it is?

Of course I know what it is.

Porter, don't waste it!

Look, look, let me show you.

Draw in. That's it. Hold it here.

That's it. Now blow it out.

Let me show you. Look. Like this.

See? Now you do it.

See? Deep down. Deep down here.

Porter, you're so cute.

I think I'll change into something

more comfortable.

Hang cool, teddy bear.

Why don't you lose your laundry, Porter?

Come on, Porter.

You're taking so much time.

Hurry, Porter.

Porter, really.

Wearing your underwear to bed?

I'll help you. Come on.

Hey, have you got lead in your...?

There.

- Kelly?

- Yes, Porter?

Never mind, Porter.

If you don't tell Aunt Susan, I won't.

A toast, a toast, my friends,

to The Carrie Nations...

...and to their first golden record.

Long may they reign.

So that's the pole-vaulter?

Between that and those little pills,

you won't be good for anything.

Ashley's got a better idea.

Now you're inviting motor psychos

to your parties.

What next, truck drivers

and longshoremen?

You mean really rough trade?

Never mind.

I hope Kelly knows

what she's getting into.

- Lance Rocke is no Prince Valiant.

- They deserve each other.

- Where's Emerson, pussycat?

- Bar exams, as usual.

That's gratitude. I promote him to waiter

and he decides to be a lawyer instead.

- Still, some good came of it. He met you.

- Thank you.

This should be fascinating.

See the cat in the Brooks Brothers suit?

Who is he?

He looks straight for this crowd.

His name is Baxter Wolfe.

You've treated her like this

since meeting her.

She's after your money. Nothing you

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