Neptune's Daughter Page #6

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You know, that gaucho suit

worked for me too.

I got a girl now. She kind of likes me too.

I hope you don't mind,

but you know who she thinks I am?

- Jose O'Rourke?

- That's right, how did you know?

Gosh. Pardon me,

we're in the midst of a conversation.

- Okay, buddy, let's go.

- Let's go where?

- Never mind, just get going.

- Here, don't push me, Mac.

- Come on, get going.

- I said, don't push me.

Now, I dare you to do it again. I dare you.

Say, you take directions nicely,

don't you?

Look, I ain't got all day.

Lukie wants to see you.

Lukie? Lukie who?

Lukie Luzette, that's who.

You mean the fella,

the guy, the one...?

Yeah, all three.

- Oh, what does he want with me?

- He don't tell me his business.

He said, bring in Jose O'Rourke.

So I'm bringing you in.

Oh, you've got the wrong fella.

I'm not Jose O'Rourke.

- I'm Jack Spratt.

- And I'm Little Bo Peep.

- Quit stalling.

- No, I wouldn't fool you, honest, I wouldn't.

I'm not a South American.

Look, no accent.

Now, wait a minute, now.

South Americans are always

tall, dark and handsome.

- I'm a little bitty redhead.

- Oh, no, you don't.

Here, put me down.

Look, ask anybody.

They'll tell you I'm not Jose.

Jose. Jose, darling.

Hey, somebody who knows you.

- Oh, no. No.

- Get her in. Tell her to come in.

Oh, there you are, darling.

Guess that means we're engaged.

Oh, aren't you gonna say something?

Oh, I know. You're speechless with joy,

I can see it in your eyes.

Oh, I can hardly wait

for the day when I'll be Mrs. Jo...

What's the matter? Aren't you happy

about my being Mrs. Jo...?

Darling, you do want me to be Mrs. Jo...?

You keep that up,

you're gonna have a slaphappy wife.

And I want you to be proud

when people point us out...

...and say, "There go the newlyweds,

Mr. and Mrs. Jose O'Rourke."

I'll tell Eve about it tonight.

I'd tell her now,

but she's rehearsing the girls at the pool.

Oh, I forgot. My engagement ring.

I bought it today.

You'll get the bill for it tomorrow.

Well, I have to go now.

I think I go with you.

Well, come on, if you're coming.

Well, something seems

to be holding me back.

What's the matter?

Is there something on your mind?

- Well, not exactly.

- Well, then I'll see you at the pool.

La Traviata.

Here. Here.

So she's gonna marry you

and become Mrs. Jo...

- Hey, get going.

- Okay.

Oh, pardon me, madam.

Hey, did you see a redheaded guy

go by here? Which way did he go?

- Albuquerque.

- Albuquerque.

Albuquerque?

- Well, kids, what's new?

- This is a cute little number.

All right, now, girls.

Come on, we're gonna try it again.

Betty, you put the record on

and count it out, would you?

- Okay.

- Come on, gals.

Get into positions. Line up.

Get them started.

I'm gonna work out new formations...

...before we try in the water.

- All right.

Ready, go.

Backstroke, two, three...

...four, five, six, seven, together.

Forward, two, three, four, five.

Breaststroke.

Go to position four. Tread water, right.

Up and down. Lay back.

Both, up and down. Both.

Pat, eight.

One, two, pat, two, three, slide up.

Six, seven, eight...

I wonder if Jose has a sister.

Three, four, five, six, seven, up,

one, two, three, down.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three and turn.

One, two, three and turn.

One, two, three, four.

Oh, no, no, no. Oh, no.

Boss, I got him.

I got him locked up in there.

Good work.

I got a big wad riding on Middlebrook.

With this O'Rourke

out of the running, I'm a cinch.

Why, you birdbrain. That isn't O'Rourke.

That's some stupid-looking

redheaded goon.

Gee, I'm sorry, boss.

I'm sorry I made that mistake.

I hate myself.

I'll let him go

and pick up the real guy.

Let him go? So he can tip off O'Rourke?

You let him out of your sight until

after the game and I'll cut your throat.

This time I'll send someone with a brain.

Yeah, somebody with a brain.

That evening, on my way out of the factory,

I stopped to look in on Eve.

An old family custom.

I was surprised to find her

still at her drawing board...

... and a little curious to know

what she was working on so late.

It was a sketch of a new swimsuit.

A very nice suit, except for one thing:

It looked exactly like a polo outfit.

- You like it?

- Frankly, no.

It's too reminiscent.

- Of a certain polo player.

- Jose?

- That's ridiculous.

- Oh, ridiculous, is it?

Ever since that polo player rode into

your life, you've been a different girl.

You've missed appointments,

neglected your work.

We've built up something together, Eve.

Something that's pretty good.

I don't care to see it knocked flat

by a gust of wind from below the border.

Joe, the business means just as much

to me as it does to you.

As for Jose O'Rourke,

I don't wanna ever see him again.

Well, now you're talking.

Maybe he did give me the idea

for the suit.

So what? It's new and different.

I thought we could spring it

at Middlebrook...

...when we give our water show.

Sort of a tribute

to our South American neighbors.

Oh, that's my girl.

What say let's close up shop?

- How about a nice, cozy dinner?

- Nothing I'd like better, Joe.

- Pick me up in an hour, huh?

- Okay, honey.

And you forget what I said.

I should know...

...that the kind of guy

who would appeal to Betty...

...couldn't get to first base with you.

Very pretty.

- What are you doing here?

- Watching you.

I came to return your gloves.

Thank you very much for the gloves.

Now, wait. Now, wait, wait a minute.

When are you going to return

the things you took of mine?

- I've taken nothing of yours.

- Oh, but you have.

- My peace of mind, my every thought, my...

- Oh, Jose.

Please, leave me alone.

And I'd appreciate it a great deal

if you'd leave my sister alone too.

- Well, are you opposed to marriage?

- Why, are you thinking of it?

Oh, yes. Very much, all the time.

- Well, that's a relief.

- I hoped it would be.

I suppose I really ought to

apologize to you.

Well, it's about time.

You can hardly blame me for thinking

your intentions weren't entirely honorable.

- Of course not.

- After all...

...I feel a very deep responsibility

to my sister Betty.

- Well, naturally.

- But if you have marriage in mind...

Well, I guess if it's all right with Betty,

it's all right with me.

Well, now that you approve of marriage

and approve of me...

...there is only one thing left to clear up.

- What's that?

- It isn't Betty I want to marry.

It's you.

Me?

It's been that way from the beginning,

but you wouldn't see it.

- You wouldn't listen.

- Well, Jose, I can't listen now.

This is impossible.

- It's all wrong.

- What's wrong about it?

- We can't do this to Betty.

- It's perfectly all right with Betty.

- Well, what about Joe?

- It will be all right with Joe too.

He'll find somebody else in the water,

make a fortune with her...

Well, that only leaves you and me.

- Oh, no, Jose.

- Listen, I love you.

I loved you the moment I saw you.

I will always love you.

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