Palm Springs Weekend Page #7

I don't wanna say goodbye to you.

- Come on, we'd better get out of here.

- I want to stay.

- Bunny, listen to me.

- I have listened to you, Jim.

I know how you feel and I understand.

And whatever you want, I want too.

Bunny, I don't wanna make

any mistakes with you.

Everything has to be perfect.

What happens in the meantime?

I don't want you knowing

anyone else like that.

I love you.

- Bunny-

- Please, Jim.

I'm sorry.

I never thought I could feel like this.

It certainly is easy to see

how people get themselves in a mess.

Bunny...

...I love you.

It would be so simple if I didn't.

I feel very foolish.

Help me, will you?

I'm no hero.

No.

No!

That's nice.

Okay, where's my surprise?

Oh, yes, to be sure.

I may not be a Greek,

but behold, I bear gifts.

- Oh, Eric, is it really for me?

- For you, only you.

Chosen with great patience

and loving care.

Oh, gosh.

I love it, it's beautiful. Put it on.

No one's given me anything

like this before. Not in my whole life.

- Good, let's go celebrate.

- Okay.

Not back there.

- Come on, I wanna show the others.

- Tomorrow, we'll show them tomorrow.

No, come on...

Oh, come on, please, Eric.

Come on.

Don't.

Stop that.

Stop that, I'm scared.

- Why don't you drop that line?

- What line?

The scared bit.

The moonlight on Waikiki.

You're from Hawaii

like I'm from Timbuktu.

You don't need

the phony trimmings, baby.

Now, why don't we swing a little?

No.

I've been waiting for this

since I first laid eyes on you.

- Stop it.

- You're not gonna back out.

No. Yes, I am. Stop that!

Don't do that. Don't!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it!

Get me out of here.

- Get me out of here.

- Take it easy.

I wanna go home!

Gail.

You go near that girl again

and I'll break you in half.

Now, you get out of here.

I better take her back to the motel.

It would be better

if she went back with us, Stretch.

Well, maybe you're right.

I can talk to her later.

Thanks, Jim.

- I'll take a shortcut across the dunes.

- Oh, come on, give me a hand here.

We better not move him.

You stay here, I'll get help.

Hello.

Mr. Blanchard, Eric.

I've gotta talk with my father.

Eric, it's 6:
00 in the morning.

Call me later at the office.

We'll discuss it then.

Listen to me. Please listen to me.

I'm in trouble.

Find my father and tell him.

I'm afraid you don't understand.

- Your father-

- Will you shut up and listen?

I need him, Mr. Blanchard.

- Don't you understand that?

- Eric.

Your father left me no number,

no address.

He calls me. He didn't want anything

interfering with his honeymoon.

His honeymoon.

See, Mr. Blanchard, I forgot how important

my father's honeymoons are to him.

All right, Mr. Blanchard,

I'll take care of it myself.

I'll interfere with his honeymoon.

- Do you have any idea how lucky you are?

- Sir, I-

Never mind.

I'll tell you how lucky you are.

That boy is still alive.

Chances are good that he'll stay alive.

If he died, you'd be an accessory

to manslaughter.

Here's the statement

of the leader of that rock-hunting club.

- He sign it?

- Yes, sir.

You can tell him he can go.

And thank him.

Right.

Witness says he saw the whole thing

and you didn't have anything to do with it.

That's right.

He says you just happened

to be passing by.

- That's not exactly the truth.

- What is the truth?

Did you have anything to do

with this drag race?

I knew what was happening

and I tried to stop it.

- Why didn't you say that?

- You didn't give me a chance, sir.

He says you pulled the boy

out of the wreck...

...when it started to burn.

- Is that true?

- Yes, sir.

Mm.

Well, what do you know

about this other boy? This Dean?

Not much.

He's pretty much on his own.

Rich, not easy to know.

Have any idea

where he might have gone?

No, sir.

Well, we'll find him, sooner or later.

- You can go.

- Thank you.

Excuse me.

- It's about Bunny.

- Yes?

- I'd like to call her if you wouldn't mind.

- I'm sorry.

These phones are for official use only.

Cowboy's gonna be all right.

I just thought you'd like to know.

I'm sorry, but I don't get the joke.

The joke's my father.

Boy, I'd like to have seen his face

when he saw the headlines.

"Financier's Son Arrested for Murder. "

That would've hurt.

Would've broken him into pieces.

He might have to resign

from the yacht club.

The decent society folk...

...wouldn't want to be associated

with the father of a murderer.

He might've even had to stop

getting married for a while.

I had him nailed to the wall and you

tell me the cowboy's gonna be all right.

- Don't you see the humor in that?

- You're mixed up about a few things.

Mixed up?

Forget it, I know where I am.

He doesn't get off the hook that easy.

Oh, no.

I'm going there

and I'm gonna talk anyway.

I was drunk

and I tried to kill someone with my car.

And I fed liquor to a girl who wasn't 21.

- Now, take it easy.

- You were a witness.

- You saw everything, didn't you?

- Why don't you shut up?

Haven't you caused enough stink

around here?

- Let go of me.

- Do you know what you are?

You're a sniveling, whimpering little kid

that feels sorry for himself.

You and your father can cut one another up

however you like.

Don't destroy everyone

who tried to be your friend.

How do you think this will look for Bunny

if she gets involved?

And what about Gail?

Don't you have any feelings for her

at all?

Does everybody have to get down

in that gutter with you?

Stretch.

Stretch.

Hi, Gail.

Hey, what'd you do to yourself?

- You look like a different girl.

- I am a different girl.

Stretch, my name isn't Gail Lewis.

It's a name I used on a driver's license.

- I had to prove I was 21.

- Well, you don't have to tell me that.

No, I want to.

I'm a phony just like all those people

you were talking about yesterday.

Everything you know about me is a lie.

I've never even seen Hawaii.

I go to Hollywood High...

...and I live in a nice duplex...

...in one of the less expensive parts

of Hollywood.

And I earned the money

to go on this trip...

...by babysitting last winter.

And I'm awful sorry.

I know I was wrong.

Goodbye.

Where you going?

Back to being 19.

Stretch...

...I hope I meet you again someday.

Well, gosh, you never can tell.

It just might happen.

What about you?

Well, when I get all patched up...

...I think I'm going back to Hollywood.

There's a little girl there I wanna see.

The only trouble is

I don't even know her name.

It's Jane.

Jane Hoover.

- Hi, Jane.

- Hi, Stretch.

Would you mind very much

if I kissed you goodbye?

That would be the best medicine

I could ever get.

Bye.

Ah! Ooh!

All right, here's the bus now.

Pick them up, let's go.

Hup, two, hup, two, hup, two.

Let's go, come on, snap to it.

What's the matter?

You wanna search my luggage for towels?

I already did.

- Very funny.

- Thank you.

Well, goodbye, Mrs. Yates.

Fred.

Yeah?

Do you think

you'll be coming back this way?

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