The Glass Bottom Boat Page #5

-Jen?

-You have guests?

-lt's all right.

You know, l--

No, l picked up the peanuts first.

Then l turned out the lights

and waited. . .

-l know.

-. . .and your partner--

-Zack.

-l thought he was you.

l know, l understand. l'll see you

tomorrow night at the party.

-Good night.

-Good night.

Jenny?

-Hello. l--

-Mr. Pritter, you are in great trouble.

-What?

-You have taken our money. . .

-. . .under false pretenses.

-But--

Yes, your output for two years. . .

. . .has been cleverly revised excerpts

from Space Magazine, Aerial Digest...

-. . .and Popular Mechanics.

-You think l would--?

And now, this meaningless scrawl?

You have caused us

great embarrassment.

And also, someone apparently has

gone over our head.

-Yeah?

-Who is Jennifer Nelson?

Must be some girl. Right?

-Who is Vladimir?

-Vla-- l don't know.

You make it a point to know.

Unbelievable how hot. . .

. . .the end of a cigar gets.

But. . . .

-You wish to say something?

-l'll gladly return the money.

-l could borrow it--

-Something more constructive.

Name it. You--

You name it, l'll do it.

This party tomorrow night.

You installed the PA system, didn't you?

Yes. No. Wait. l just fixed it. l put in

the speakers-- The little transistors?

-You have access?

-Yes.

-We want to know who this girl is.

-Who she is.

-lf she has the equation.

-Equation.

-We want it.

-You want it.

-Then put this on the band in code.

-Okay, you just have to tell me. . .

. . .what you want. Put this on the--

lt's cold-- l put-- On the band. ln code.

l'm gonna turn this on. Okay.

Get the earphones. Wait.

l don't--

What the hell is going on here?

-General?

-Where--? Who is Vladimir?

What are you keeping from me?

There's nothing for you

to worry about, general.

The ClA's on the case. We're checking

on the girl right now.

Girl? Girl? What girl?

-Girl-- The one you met.

-What--? You mean--?

She is a foreign agent?

Small cog in the wheel, but we've

got her staked out for the big fish.

ls Gismo--?

ls Gismo safe?

Yes. Now, you just run along to sleep.

-All is well.

-Yeah? lt had better be.

Unit Four, Los Angeles. Unit Four,

Los Angeles. This is 1 1-Q, 1 1-73...

...Unit Two, Santa Catalina calling.

Come in, please.

Unit Four, Los Angeles. Unit Four,

Los Angeles. This is 1 1-Q, 1 1-73...

...Unit Two, Santa Catalina.

Come in, please.

Vladi. What are you doing in Mom's bed?

You scalawag.

Unit Two, Santa Catalina.

Come in, please.

Unit Four, Los Angeles. Unit Four,

Los Angeles. This is 1 1-Q, 1 1-73...

. . .Unit Two, Santa Catalina.

Come in, please.

Okay, Pop. lt's me.

-lt's not your father.

-That's Arnold.

Jenny, l thought you told me you already

have been security checked at that. . .

-. . .fireworks factory of yours.

-I have been.

Well, what's going on?

There's some weird characters. . .

-...here asking a lot of questions.

-About what?

-About you.

-About me?

Well, haven't you heard, my dear?

Your daughter is just about the most

dangerous woman in all of Lisbon.

l mean, they say that one word

from me and. . .forget it.

Cut it out.

Okay. Well, it does figure, now,

doesn't it, Pop?

After all, l am engaged in

confidential work. . .

-. . .with a space-age genius.

-How are you doing with him?

-Classified.

-Are you in love?

l'm sorry, we cannot give out

that information.

-Oh, no.

-Oh, no.

Hey, Pop, hold on, will you?

My bell's ringing.

-Yes?

-Good morning. Mrs. Nelson, isn't it?

Yes, l'm Mrs. Nelson.

But l'm very busy at the moment.

My name is Carstairs,

from down the block.

We're getting up a petition protesting all

those traffic signals they're installing.

Well, some other time, Mr. Car--

l'm very busy.

Lord knows l have nothing against traffic

signals. Children's safety and all that.

But they ping all night.

They ping, ping, red. . .

. . .ping, ping, amber. . .

-. . .ping, ping, green--

-Come in, Unit Four.

-Come in, Unit Four.

-Excuse me, Mr. Ping-- Carstairs.

l'll be right back.

Sorry, Pop. Where were we?

You were the most dangerous

woman in Lisbon. . .

. . .and were engaged in the most

secret stuff, so secret. . .

. . .that you couldn't get it out of you

with hot pincers.

-How about a little clue, huh?

-Tonight's the big night.

I'm glad you reminded me.

Will you call Vladimir today?

-No.

-Please? lt's very important to me.

Vladimir has been edgy lately.

He did something

he hasn't done in months.

-What?

-Jumped into bed with me.

The hound. He ought to be shot.

Oh, boy. You're a hard, cruel man,

Captain Nordstrom. You really are.

Those creeps are getting closer again.

l swear. . .

. . .if they put one foot in my boat. . .

. . .l'll wrap them in concrete

and dump them in the harbor.

Go get them, tiger.

Over and out.

Mr. Carstairs?

-Hi, Mabel. Hi, Norman.

-Hi.

Mutnik is better-looking

than that guy.

Mutnik's father's better-looking

than that guy.

Give me that jacket, will you, pal?

''Give me that jacket, will you?''

Sometimes l think you're hard of hearing.

You read Cripps' report.

-Tonight's the night.

-l certainly hope so.

What does she have to do

to convince you?

Get Moscow on that shortwave of hers?

Or maybe you'd like to see home movies

of Vladimir jumping in bed with her?

-Knock it off, will you?

-That was in Cripps' report too.

Cripps' head needs a long vacation.

So does yours.

You're getting as nervous

as the general. Hey.

l know where there's a great party.

You can come as my guest.

-This was my idea.

-l'll buy you a drink.

Buy me a drink?

l'm paying half the tab.

Picking up the whole tab.

What are you talking about?

Well, how's it going, Ralph?

Public relations-wise, we are a smash.

-Nice of you to come.

-Thank you.

-Oh, it's Ken and Helen. How are you?

-Oh, hello.

-Ken, nice of you to come.

-Nice to see you.

-No sign of her yet, pal.

-Don't worry. Your superspy will be here.

-I hate these things.

-Don't eat them.

l'm eating out of frustration.

My ulcers are getting a little rowdy too.

They're getting red, white and blue

for losing our government contract.

We're not losing anything.

Enjoy yourself.

Yeah. . . .

Nerves.

Hi, Anna.

-Jenny. You look lovely.

-Thank you.

Wait until Mr. Templeton sees you.

-Think he'll like it?

-He'll like it and what's in it.

Lemonade for Julius.

-Julius is here? My cake.

-Poor dear worked like a Trojan all day.

-Even helped with the hors d'oeuvres.

-l'm putting this in a safe place.

Another cake?

Jenny, you're spoiling that man.

That's the plan.

-Well, having fun, general?

-Fun?

Fun? Gentlemen, we are on a spy hunt.

Hill said we'll make contact tonight.

That's why l want to be particularly

careful that your-- Where is Hill?

Well, he's not here yet, but we do have

security men all over the place.

You may be sure if Mrs. Nelson is a spy--

''lf''?

''lf,'' did you say?

Until she is proven innocent,

she is guilty. And that is my motto.

Well-put, general. Until proven innocent.

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