Designing Woman Page #11

- Where? What?

- We're going to Boston.

- Again?

Move!

- Come here with me.

- You wait here.

Something's the matter

with Lori's next change.

- They can't fix it. Will you take a look?

- When I agreed to come-

Marilla, don't be like that.

She can't go on the stage.

You can't do that. Please, Marilla!

It looks terrible.

They cleaned this dress and tacked it back.

I don't know how.

- Looks all right to me. What's the matter?

- First, I can't breathe.

- What's wrong with that?

- But she has to be cut all over.

Fine.

Where shall we start?

Wherever you think?

You can go now, Evelyn,

Miss Brown will take care of me.

- Shall we talk?

- Let's. What about?

Let's talk about MichaeI Hagen.

Interesting subject. You first.

Of course I knew Mike.

I knew him very well.

But I lost him when you came along.

He's quite a man, MichaeI Hagen.

No saint, of course...

...but you must have suspected that

before you married him.

Maybe, even,

that was why you married him.

I don't think you really minded that he'd

once been in love with another woman.

- You just couldn't take meeting her.

- Small-minded.

It could be your early upbringing.

You realize, of course,

I have a weapon in my hand.

Would it be small-minded to ask you what

my husband was doing in your apartment...

...at night, pie-eyed?

Just one right here

and I think we'll have it.

Mike never left town, you know.

- He was in New York all the time.

- So he told me.

- Did he tell you why?

- He tried to.

You should have listened.

Not that you'd care for it.

I'm sure you could never stand anything

that approached physicaI violence.

Up to the moment, no, but I'm beginning

to find the prospect very alluring.

I still haven't heard what my husband

was doing shoeless in your apartment.

- Are you ready?

- I'm ready.

He came there that night

to make up a lie about us.

Give him a chance

and he'll tell it to you sometime.

- A reaI dilly. You'll love it.

- Give me a hint.

I don't want to spoiI it for you.

But if I were you, I'd believe it.

After all, he's only Iying about something

that happened before he met you.

He has nothing to lie about since.

Take my word for it.

That's what I'd like to find sometime.

The kind of man who'd love me so much...

...that he'd do anything, no matter

how silly, just so I'd never be hurt.

That's what I've been looking for.

And I darn near had it.

It's all right now, Miss Shannon.

Thank you, Mrs. Hagen.

- Where are you?

- In New York, with Mike.

Why don't you leave?

Everything is all right.

You're just in the way here now.

Thank you, Zach.

Mrs. Hagen.

I'm Johnny O.

We were introduced by your husband.

- Of course. How are you, Mr. O?

- Mrs. Hagen, your husband is in trouble.

- Trouble? What kind of trouble?

- Bad. A matter of life and death.

- No.

- He wants to see you, Mrs. Hagen.

He's been hiding out,

printing those articles about Mr. Daylor...

...and some very rough people

have put the finger on him.

I could take you to him right away.

There's a plane in about 20 minutes.

Please!

Good night, Miss Brown.

What? No, let me go.

The punchy. Get that punchy.

Maxie, cross-eyed!

Maxie, cross-eyed!

Somebody, help!

Cross-eyed. Cross-eyed.

I realized what was happening.

Maxie couldn't tell

the good guys from the bad.

Cross-eyed!

Fellows, we can't have this sort of thing.

There's a show going on in here.

Don't you realize this is an opening night?

- Would you mind telling me what this-

- No, Maxie! No!

Cross-eyed.

Get that big punchy.

Stop it, you. Both of you. Stop.

Marilla, will you get in here?

There's trouble with the costumes.

FouI.

There he is.

- Randy, boy.

- Hi, Mike.

Are you all right, dear?

- Are you all right?

- Sure.

- Did they hurt you?

- I'm all okay.

- Poor darling.

- Are you all right, sweetheart?

- Are you sure you're fine?

- Yes. Look.

Right now, before anything...

...I want to straighten you out

on the Shannon thing.

Mike, you don't have to.

Please, believe me.

No, I want to. Now, listen.

Lori Shannon comes from Wisconsin.

A friend of mine,

on the Green Bay Packers...

...sent me a picture of her.

Asked me to use my influence

to get her a job.

Lori was right. It was a real dilly.

But I forgot to get rid of the picture.

And that's how you found it.

See?

Mike, darling.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

For the record.

Mart Daylor was convicted

and sentenced to three to five years.

He was released after eight months,

for good behavior.

But his reputation as a crook was ruined,

and he faded into obscurity.

Mike and I are still together of course.

We never argue anymore,

and when we do...

...it never lasts more than a week or two.

We are really very happily married.

We don't often mention Lori Shannon

in our household...

...though I understand

she's quite happy, too.

Well, why shouldn't I be?

Zachary and I

have been engaged for sometime.

That's enough, boy. Now, stop.

Well, I think that about sums up the story.

Unless, of course,

Maxie has something to add.

I'm making a comeback, you know?

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