Designing Woman Page #9

...and take you to dinner

as often as the spirit moves us both?

In time, as you learn to know me better...

...I hope our friendship

will ripen into something...

...shall we say more neighborly?

You don't have to answer now.

I'd be delighted.

8:
30 tonight?

- Well?

- I asked her point-blank.

Miss Shannon never laid eyes

on your husband...

...untiI that day at the fashion show.

FeeI better?

Is this Mrs. Hagen?

Just a moment, please. Chicago calling.

Hello, Marilla? This is Mike.

What do you mean, where am I?

I told you, I'm in Chicago.

What? What hoteI?

We're at the Whitestone,

but we're leaving here tonight.

Well, why can't you talk now?

Who's there?

Zachary. Yeah, Zachary, sure.

The whole crowd, you're working.

The weather? The weather here?

Well, it's... You know.

Hello, Marilla? I can't hear you.

Hello? Hello, Marilla.

Yeah, I can hear you now.

It's hot here. 92.

Well, I guess that's about all if you're busy.

I just wanted to say hello.

Okay.

I'll call you again in a couple of days.

'Bye.

I don't like Chicago,

I got a bad decision here once.

It's all right, Maxie. You go to sleep.

Open your eyes and go to sleep.

I'm in Boston.

We just got in. Cleveland.

Kansas City.

Mike? I just read your stuff, it's great.

Keep your nose off the street.

You may win the Pulitzer Prize.

Stick it out and Daylor will bite it off.

Your job is to find Mike Hagen.

Who have you got working on it,

a troupe of clowns?

Clowns? In Chicago was Joey Golner.

This is not a good guy?

In Boston, it was three boys

with Louey Gasto, merely the best.

- In Kansas City-

- Never mind the excuses.

Just give us some action, Milt. Action.

You're wasting your time, Milt.

You're looking all over the place

and your eyes are in the way.

Hagen's not out of town, he's right here.

In New York?

What makes you think?

I'm guessing. And I'm guessing right.

He's holed up somewhere

right under our noses.

- Trick is to bring him out in the open.

- Any ideas?

I think so.

Johnny, round up a couple of the boys

and be in my office tonight.

Let's go.

And, Johnny...

...I want reaI good boys. Playtime is over.

Hello, honey,

will you call that number again for me?

I'm in Detroit.

It's a nice town, Maxie.

Lots of automobiles, you'll love it.

Hello, Marilla? How are you?

This is Gwen, Mr. Hagen.

Mrs. Hagen isn't here.

When will she be back?

I don't know. She didn't say.

- Do you know where she went?

- No, I don't know where she went.

I'm here, I just don't want to talk.

Goodbye.

- Wait. What's going on?

- I'm packing, that's what's going on.

Packing? Where are you going?

Boston. The show's opening there

tomorrow night.

Yeah, the show.

You wouldn't happen to be going

to Boston tomorrow, by any chance?

- No, I wouldn't be.

- I was sure you wouldn't. Goodbye.

Marilla, will you stop? What's the matter?

It's funny you should ask that.

Why should anything be the matter?

I don't eat and I don't sleep...

...but outside of that

everything's just dandy.

Marilla, will you listen, please?

If you're still worried about Lori Shannon,

you've got it all wrong.

I wouldn't have cared

if only you'd have told me.

"How do you do, Miss Shannon?"

All right, I've had enough of this!

I'll ask her myself.

All right, Marilla. You do that!

I want you to!

I will. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

This ain't Detroit.

Looks more like Chicago.

Hey, Mr. Hagen, you punchy?

I'm going to do my best.

I had three quick ones

which did me no good at all.

But strangely enough, after the fourth,

I found the solution to the whole problem.

I would see Lori that night

and fix up a story.

Liquor, I have found, makes me very smart.

First, of course, I had to get rid of Maxie.

Boy, am I beat.

Let's hit the hay, Maxie. Sleep.

I was packing for Boston

when the bell rang.

"It couldn't be, " I thought, but it was.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I came up the stairs.

I didn't want the elevator boy...

Have you got a drink?

Thanks.

Not now, boy.

I guess you're sort of surprised to see me.

- Mind if I sit down?

- Please, do.

What I came about...

All right, boy, that's enough.

I came really because... Will you stop?

There's something of the utmost

importance I have to discuss with you.

Not only...

This dog has very bad habits.

There was a time

when you thought it was funny.

My sense of humor has changed.

- I thought you were out of town.

- Yeah, a lot of people think so.

Including your old friend Mart Daylor?

I've been reading your column.

Where are you hiding out?

The Gage HoteI. For three weeks.

- Your wife must be delighted.

- She doesn't know. I didn't tell her.

She thinks that... Well, it's a big megillah.

I'll bet it is.

How's Marilla been acting lately

toward you?

About the same.

What does that mean?

I think she's getting ready to slug me.

That's why I'm here.

You see, Marilla found a picture of you.

And she thinks that...

Well, you know what she thinks. Anyway...

...she's going to ask you about us.

I've got a story all worked out.

This could be interesting.

How does it open?

You're a girI from Wisconsin.

Up to there it's very logicaI.

A friend of mine in Wisconsin,

a halfback on the Green Bay Packers-

- What's that?

- It's a football team.

He sent me a picture of you.

Asked me to use my influence

to get you a job.

You know, in radio, TV, anything. All right.

You came to my office. Once.

I told you that I was sorry,

there was nothing that I could do for you.

And that was the end of the whole affair.

But I forgot to throw out the picture...

...and that's how Marilla

happened to find it.

- Well?

- I don't believe it.

I don't expect you to believe it.

I want Marilla to believe it.

- She won't believe it either.

- Why?

I read something like it once

in a comic strip.

Even there they didn't believe it.

Hello? Yes?

Yeah, hello, Miss Brown.

Where? Why, of course.

Well, yes, I was in bed,

but that's perfectly-

Could you just give me a few minutes?

- Yes, all right.

- What?

She's in the lobby.

She went out without her purse

and she wants to borrow a cab fare.

You mean she's coming up?

Why didn't you stop her?

How? Tell her I didn't have $1?

She doesn't want $1.

She wants to find out...

I'll go down the stairs.

Fine. If you run into her,

tell her about the Green Bay Packers.

Well, in here.

Listen, that story. It'll work. I know.

Just get your facts straight.

That fellow, Nordley was his name.

Frank Nordley.

He's a friend of yours.

The Green Bay Packers.

I've played this scene before, I thought.

In a blackout on the borscht circuit.

Hello.

What a sweet dog.

- This is the silliest thing. I'm terribly sorry.

- That's all right.

We were all working at Zach's tonight

and I decided the air would do me good...

...so I walked till I almost fell down

and there I was, no purse.

- I hope you weren't asleep.

- No.

What a lovely place you have.

Did you do it yourself?.

- Yes, it's about-

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