Small Town Girl Page #9

you been treating yourself?

You all remember Kay, of course.

Yes.

Say, we haven't seen

you for a long time.

Why, hello.

I've known you much

too little, I'm afraid.

It's nice to see you again.

It's nice to be here.

Since my return, I've taken an apartment

In Plymouth manor,

Or perhaps Bob has told you.

No.

He must bring you up

for cocktails sometime.

There's always a crowd

up till about 7:
00.

I'd like to come.

Shall we dance?

Shall we dance, chick?

You still as good a dancer

As I remember you to be?

There's only one way to find out.

That's right.

Allow me, please.

You got me.

Oh, uh, be a dear

And cut in on Bob's wife

And see that she gets

to know a few people,

Will you?

Oh, that's no torture.

Oh.

Hey,

You're wanted over in the chief's office

For questioning.

Oh, they're through

with you so soon, huh?

Uh-Huh.

Say, you two are a couple of hermits.

You don't like each other's company

Or anything like that, do you?

Well, Bob's been working awfully hard.

Mm-Hmm. You been cracking

the old whip over him, huh?

No, he's been studying.

He's concentrating on

brain surgery, you know.

Well, I hope he never

cracks open my skull,

Or else he'd find out what's on my mind.

Oh! What's on your mind?

You. You don't mind

living in a vacuum, do you?

No.

What the devil does a pretty girl

Like your wife see in you?

Well, hello, Dr. Fabre.

What are you doing here?

Not dancing, I assure you.

Who's in charge downtown?

Uh, well, Dr. Underwood.

I, uh, I took over for

him two nights last week.

Hmm.

He's going far-

Underwood.

Yes...

Why, hello, Dr. Dakin.

What are you doing here?

Well, hello.

Will you excuse us?

Surely. Thanks, Pris.

Too bad you couldn't

drop by this afternoon.

Well, I was glued to my profession.

Instead of your eyes,

I was looking into a

very red pair of tonsils.

Will it be that way even

with the second Mrs. Dakin?

Awful, isn't it?

The first Mrs. Dakin

looks very fetching.

Yes.

Which reminds me-

How has your conduct been lately?

Oh, for heaven's sakes, Pris,

I told you how I felt about all that.

Mm-Hmm. I know my Bobby.

Well, I know my Priscilla.

Ocean voyages, south americans in Paris,

And all that sort of thing?

Mm-Hmm.

But nothing I saw could top my memories.

Let's have a drink, shall we?

Right.

Champagne?

Why, of course.

Two, please.

How do you like my sackcloth and ashes?

Lovely.

I thought of you when I bought it.

Hmm.

Glad I'm home?

What do you think?

Thought's a very beautiful thing.

I think I could use another one.

Another glass, please.

What? No more for little Bobby?

The evening's young yet.

Well...

marriage is reforming the young man.

Well, how's your golf game, Ned?

Well, my stroke is not so good.

At least I can keep my eye on the ball.

Uh, have some more coffee.

No, thanks.

I'm dropping in at the clinic

And have a tour about before I turn in.

Ah, I envy you young fellas.

Maybe I retired too soon.

Speaking of games,

That darn fool son of yours

Has a brilliant stroke.

Is he finally learning to

keep his eye on the ball?

Well, Ned, I...

or isn't he?

Good night.

Good night, Ned.

Hello.

No, I'm still up.

Well, I-I know, but

do you think it wise?

Well, I don't see why not.

Oh, please, darling.

I'll let you home before

the milkman arrives.

Why, we haven't seen

each other for so long.

Well, she's not a child.

She'll understand.

All right. Right away.

Hello?

Are you asleep?

No.

Well, um...

the clinic just called.

I've got to get down there right away.

Oh. All right.

I may be pretty late,

So you can move breakfast

up an hour if you like.

All right.

Good night.

There must be somebody there.

Hello.

Yes.

No, this is Mrs. Dakin.

Why, he left for there over an hour ago.

I'm sorry, but he

isn't here, Mrs. Dakin.

This is Dr. Underwood.

It's an emergency.

That little boy

jimmy- You know-

They just brought him in from his home.

Dr. Fabre asked me to-

Jimmy?

Oh, we've got to get him.

It's funny, he told me he was going-

Can you wait half an hour?

All right. I can reach

him and have him there

In half an hour.

Hello, Plymouth manor?

Miss Hyde's apartment, please.

Hello, miss Hyde?

This is Kay

- Well, Mrs. Dakin.

Is Bob there?

Oh, I'm afraid he is, my dear.

Didn't you know?

Oh.

He's out in the kitchen getting some ice

At the moment.

Is there anything I can tell him?

Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear.

Well, I think you'd better call

the clinic and make an excuse.

He's not quite in condition to-

He must do it.

Just tell him it's jimmy.

Dr. Fabre sent word that-

Now, you listen to me.

You get him on the phone.

Please don't be so idiotically heroic.

Call the clinic and make an excuse

Like any sensible person would.

I've done it several times.

I'll be right out.

Which is miss Hyde's apartment?

Who shall I say is here?

I'm calling for Dr. Dakin.

Which is her apartment?

Apartment b, second floor.

If you'll just wait till I announce-

I'll announce myself.

Madam, come back. You can't do that.

It's strictly against the rules.

But, madam, I-

I'll answer it, Bob.

She wouldn't wait.

Won't you come in?

They want you at the clinic right away.

What's the matter?

It's jimmy

- A brain abscess.

Dr. Fabre's busy, and

he said to call you.

Good lord.

Tell him to get my car out, will you?

I have a taxi waiting.

Bob, you're in no condition to-

Now, don't worry about me,

Pris. I'll be all right.

It looks like Fabre's gonna

let me handle this one alone.

I'll call you afterwards.

Couldn't this have been handled

A little less dramatically?

From now on, you can handle everything.

You can either make a

great surgeon out of him

Or the greatest

good-For-Nothing in the world.

But whatever you do,

Really love him,

Will you?

Is he almost under?

Just started.

Hello, doc.

Hello, jimmy.

I'm-I'm gonna be all right,

Aren't I, doc?

Sure.

You betcha, jimmy.

But...

but you won't have to

take the silver out,

Will you, doc?

No.

No, you'll still have the silver, jimmy.

Guess everything will be all hunky-Dory

If you do it.

Take over. What?

Take over, quick. I'll stand by.

Right there.

Remember, bill,

This is it.

He's not operating.

Seems so, doesn't it?

Why did they change?

Because he didn't have

his eye on the ball.

At least he knew that.

Bob...

uh...

thanks for coming to get me, and...

well, good night.

Can I... get you anything?

Yeah.

You might get me a position

As a not-Very-Reliable

veterinary somewhere.

Oh, what a flop.

Oh, you mustn't talk like that.

The boy's all right.

He was saved.

Yeah...

by bill Underwood.

Well, he's a nice fellow-Bill.

Deserves it.

Yes, but...

it was honorable and unselfish of you

To give way when you weren't sure.

Surgeons aren't made to give way.

Supposing Underwood hadn't been there?

Oh, but-

No. Let's not talk about it.

Here.

What are you doing?

Well, I- I thought

perhaps you ought to-

No, no, no, never mind.

After all, there's still some work

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