The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer Page #3

-Portia?

Your family can straighten that out.

Well, my attitude is that one female judge

in the family is enough.

-Did you say your name was Turner?

-Right. My sister is Judge Margaret Turner.

-Nice to have met the family.

-What about my posing for you?

-What about young America?

-Fine.

-Then you think I'm ideal?

-You'd make a good model some time.

-Well, thanks for the interview. Bye.

-Not goodbye, au revoir.

Au revoir.

-Something wrong?

-That picture. It's hideous.

-It's a very nice picture.

-It has absolutely no simplicity.

It's so, so busy.

True art should unite the masses

in every age in every country.

Who lectured at school today?

-What does that have to do with it?

-Last month you wanted to be a designer.

Then a naturalist gave a lecture...

...and you wanted to be the first

female deep-sea diver.

Last week, you wanted to be a psychiatrist.

Now our painting's offensive.

-What does this artist look like?

-He's wonderful. I interviewed him.

-I've never seen anyone in armor before.

-Very few people have, Susan.

But you don't know how wonderful he is.

He's had to lie and cheat and steal

to get somewhere in life.

That makes everything just dandy.

What's the name of this shining knight?

-Richard Nugent.

-Richard Nugent.

-Richard Nugent?

-Have you heard of him?

Heard of him? We have a permanent

courtroom set aside for him.

How dare they allow him to lecture

in a public school!

What are you so excited about?

All he did was talk about art,

and he was very good.

I suppose there's nothing wrong with his

lecturing if it's sponsored by the school.

Have you ever thought of me as a model?

I can't honestly say that I have. Why?

-Dickie wants me to pose for him.

-Oh, isn't that nice?

Dickie?

Now, don't be unreasonable.

He's a fine man. You don't know him at all.

I know enough to advise you

to go back to deep-sea diving.

-I don't need your advice.

-I'm your sister and your guardian.

-I'm acting in your best interests.

-I'll be an old maid.

Only until you're 18. When a suitable man

comes along, I'll happily see you married.

And you'll probably make him pass

a lie-detector test first.

-You forget about Mr. Nugent.

-Well, that's easy for you to say.

Why don't you write out a court order?

-Good evening, Mr. Chamberlain.

-Is the lady of the house in?

-The lady of the house is practically out.

-Hello, Your Honor.

Only a moment, Tommy.

-Are you all right?

-Oh, I'm fine. Just fine.

I'm sorry about our--

It's all right. It was really nothing.

I'm just fine.

I'll be home early. Be a good girl.

See you in the morning.

Goodbye. Have a good time.

-Do I detect an air of trouble?

-I never enjoy quarreling with Susan.

She's entitled to growing pains,

isn't she?

Yes, but Susan's growing pains

are rapidly becoming a major disease.

-Can I be of any assistance?

-What apartment is Mr. Nugent in?

He isn't in any apartment.

-Doesn't he live here?

-Sure, but he isn't home.

Anything I can do for you?

-Thank you. I'll wait.

-He expecting you?

I'm going to pose for him.

Do you want to wait upstairs?

-Do you think it would be all right?

-Sure. I'll take you up.

-You're new around here.

-Yes.

-I'm 15.

-I'm 17.

That's okay. I like older women.

Mademoiselle.

Here we are.

Some layout, huh?

This is where he lives.

I'd like to hang around, but I got

work to do. Make yourself at home.

-When did you first discover she was gone?

-About dinnertime I went to call her.

-What time was that?

-Quarter past 7.

-She leave a note?

-I didn't find any.

-Any signs of a struggle?

-Oh, no!

Stop conducting this like an investigation.

-Bessie, you may go.

-Thank you, ma'am.

You're the assistant DA.

Do something.

I gotta have some clues.

We only have a description.

-Have you checked the hospitals?

-Hospitals, airports, bus terminals.

-You call her friends?

-Hours ago.

She had a date with a boy, Jerry White.

When he got here, she'd already gone.

Hello? It's for you.

Hello. Yes, Chamberlain speaking.

No, she was alone. Yes, keep a man there.

And, Keighly, check the morgue.

Right.

I'm sorry. It's just routine. I remember

an important murder case. The body--

If anything's happened,

I won't forgive myself.

-I shouldn't have quarreled.

-What about?

It was nothing. I told her she couldn't

pose for Richard Nugent.

She said she didn't need my advice,

that she was....

--aggravated by the imponderables

of international currency fluctuations--

Hello, Mr. Nugent.

Dickie, hello.

Come on, let us in!

And now we bring you Del Minelli.

And that sensational swoon tune

"Fast Ride in a Patrol Wagon. "

Tell me exactly what happened.

If I knew exactly what happened,

I wouldn't be here.

Give me a rough idea.

Where were you when they finally let

me use the phone here last night?

I had not anticipated your winding up in jail.

I have a life of my own, you know?

I'm sorry.

I hope I haven't inconvenienced you.

-Oh, not at all.

-Sleep well? A good breakfast?

-Let's have the facts.

-Sit down.

Get a load of this.

I got home to my apartment last night.

That much I know.

And this girl was there.

At least I think she was there.

I guess she was. I don't know.

-Judge Turner's sister?

-Yes, that's the girl.

-Young girl?

-What did you say?

-Young girl?

-Too young.

Nugent, why don't you tell me the truth?

I am telling you the truth.

Now, would you be quiet for a moment?

That's what happened last night. Nobody

listened to me. I couldn't explain. Please.

All right. I got home

to my apartment last night.

I went up to my bedroom,

took off my dinner coat.

Wanted to be comfortable,

put on a robe.

Came downstairs, turned on the radio,

got a nice highball...

...opened a book,

sat down to read the book...

...when up popped this little girl.

Now, the little girl popped up.

There's a banging at the door,

everybody yelling. Somebody busts in.

Everybody starts talking. Don't listen

to an explanation. They're mad!

Did the girl explain why she was there?

Yes. Well, she tried to explain,

but they wouldn't really let her explain.

She kept trying to say she'd come up

there to be a model or something.

Did you or did you not

invite her up there to be a model?

Well, yes, in a roundabout way,

I guess I did. I guess I did.

She said that I told her I was gonna

paint her as young America.

-Did you tell her that?

-Oh, I told that to 500 little girls.

Well, let's not go into that.

You're charged with hitting

the district attorney.

Did you or did you not hit him?

I hit him. That's right.

But at the time I hit him, I did not know

he was the assistant district attorney.

If I had known he was

the assistant district attorney...

...I would have hit him. He said some

bad things, some very bad things.

Wouldn't let me explain. Kept pulling

my arm. Wouldn't let the girl explain.

And that sister of hers,

that's a mountain of ice...

...a gallon of poison.

Jumping to conclusions!

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