The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer Page #9

This is a fine way to treat a veteran!

Thaddeus, you're old enough

to control yourself.

-Margaret, I want to talk to you.

-You keep out of this!

If you're leaving home, you might take

something more practical than a doll.

-I hate you.

-Susan, you can't mean that.

I do. My own sister,

stealing the man I love.

-You're not being fair.

-The other woman.

It's not like that at all.

Why not send me to prison,

get me out of the way?

I'm old enough to fight for my own

happiness. Anyway, I saw him first!

I couldn't help overhearing.

I had my ear to the door.

This is your fault.

You created this situation.

-You told Susan to come to that nightclub.

-Calm down. Be sensible.

Did I or did I not

send you to find Margaret?

-You did not. It was my own idea.

-That's beside the point.

I didn't send Tommy, I didn't send Jerry,

and you're both hysterical.

Margaret, will you go to your room?

Let me talk to Susan.

I have nothing to say to anyone.

I will not make a statement of any kind

at this time.

Unpack those clothes and hang them up.

I'm strong enough to take you over my knee

and give you the spanking you deserve.

You wouldn't dare.

I have no intention, however, of doing so

if you'll be sensible. Now, sit down.

Sit down!

I think your infatuation

for Mr. Nugent is a childish one...

...and you've been unfair to Mr. Nugent,

Margaret and to Jerry.

You're going to get sensible

about the matter.

-I am.

-You are?

You're going to listen to me.

And you're going to do

just as I tell you.

-Margaret?

-Come in, dear.

I've just had a long talk with Uncle Matt.

-Yes.

-And I see things much more clearly.

After all, Richard is too old for me.

When I'm 42, he'll be 60.

Jerry's going to look handsome

in his uniform, don't you think?

-I think.

-I've decided to renounce Richard for Jerry.

That's very sensible of you.

Now that you have a clear field with Richard

I think you ought to patch things up.

I've acted very childishly,

and I'm sorry, really sorry.

If I had a million sisters,

I'd want them all to be exactly like you.

-You're saying that because I'm sklonklish.

-Because you're smart.

-Good night.

-Good night, dear.

You know, in many ways...

...I think this has made

a bigger woman of me.

I'm not interested in any more

of your psychological mumbo jumbo.

But you're being too cold about this.

-Look at it from the emotional point of view.

-I don't deal in emotions, but in facts.

And the conclusions I draw are depressing.

Well, depressing or not,

you're in love with Richard Nugent.

I'm quite weary,

and I want to go to sleep.

I'll discuss this with you in the morning.

Good night.

Very well.

I thank you for one thing,

straightening Susan out.

It's perfectly all right.

-Good night.

-Good night.

Hi.

-How did you get in?

-Door was closed. I opened it and came in.

-Open it. Go out.

-You and Margaret are having trouble.

-None of your business.

-In a way, it is.

-Don't forget, I started this whole thing.

-I won't.

-Where are you going?

-Africa.

-That's far away, isn't it?

-It all depends.

If you're in Arabia, which is where I'll be

before going to Africa, you're pretty close.

All right. But you're making a mistake.

You can't run away from yourself.

The trouble is you're in love with Margaret.

-Don't be ridiculous.

-Look at the facts. First--

Facts. I'm an artist. I deal in emotions.

My emotions say get out of here.

What do your emotions tell you?

-Fine.

-All right.

But I've got a plan.

I've had enough of your plans

and your family.

I was carefree before I met all of you.

I've been in trouble ever since.

I'm going to be carefree again.

-Now, buzz off.

-All right.

If you run across Professor Smedley

in Johannesburg...

...give him my regards.

He's a cousin of ours. Just a fifth cousin.

Beautiful morning, simply beautiful.

-Isn't it?

-Yes.

Wonderful weather for flying.

-Isn't it?

-Yes.

Thing is, it'll give you a chance

to relax for a few days.

Uncle Matt, I think I'd better--

You better take me home.

Oh, well, that's ridiculous.

I think it's ridiculous I'm packing

up for three days, running away...

...because of a very silly man.

Well, darling,

let bygones be bygones.

And if by chance your paths

should ever happen to cross...

-...well, that's another thing.

-They better not cross.

For the time being, you just

do what Uncle Matt tells you.

Last few weeks,

you haven't been doing so good.

This morning,

I talked you into taking a plane trip.

You could talk the devil

into going to church.

-Keys, please.

-Be right with you.

Go ahead, dear, I'll take care

of the baggage and the tickets.

Attention, please. Porter wanted

at the main information booth.

I'm sorry, but I'm sure we can

get you on the next flight.

-Thanks.

-Judge Turner's reservation, please.

All right, sir.

Thank Mr. Martin for arranging this.

It was an emergency. I do appreciate it.

Thank you.

-Beemish, where's Margaret?

-I don't know. I'm looking for her now.

-You know she's leaving?

-Oh, yes.

It's Nugent's fault. I see him, he'll get

10 years. I got a warrant for his arrest.

-Now, if you take my advice--

-I don't want your advice.

-Now, where's Margaret?

-Well, I don't know. She should be here.

You watch that entrance,

and I'll watch here.

-Let me know the instant she arrives.

-Sure, sure.

So long, Jebby. Thanks.

Have fun. Stay out of jail.

Well, here you are, darling.

Maybe I ought to have second

thoughts about this.

Don't start that again.

You just go away and have a good time.

I'm sorry I can't wait to see you off,

but I have to get back to the office.

Thanks, Uncle Matt.

I don't know what for, but thanks.

You're welcome. Happy landing.

Bye.

TWA 's Constellation, flight 60, Super Sky

Chief is ready for immediate departure.

Passengers will board the flight to....

I'm Dr. Matthew Beemish.

I'm the city psychiatrist.

I'm glad to know you.

-I'm observing a patient. I need your help.

-Who is he?

That blond fellow with

the brown suit and hat.

-Oh, yeah.

-He's harmless, but he might create a scene.

What's his trouble?

He thinks he's

the assistant district attorney.

He goes around arresting people.

Oh, poor guy.

You'd think he'd at least

want to be a desk sergeant.

I'll try to handle him.

I wanted you to know, in case.

I'll be around.

-Have you seen Margaret?

-No, I haven't yet.

-I want to tell you a story.

-I don't want to hear any story.

-Nugent! Let's get him!

-Wait. You're making a mistake.

-I'm not.

-You're sure about this?

Positive. It will give me pleasure

to put him where he belongs. Officer.

-I want you to arrest someone.

-You don't want to arrest people.

-What?

-Why not be a good boy and go on home?

-I'm the assistant district attorney.

-Sure you are.

-Tell him who I am.

-He is the assistant district attorney.

-Now, ain't that nice?

-You blockhead. I'll do it myself.

-You don't want to bother anybody.

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