The Glass Bottom Boat Page #6

Good motto.

-Good evening.

-Hey, Jenny.

You remember Zack Molloy?

-Yes, we've met.

-Perhaps you remember General Bleecker?

Oh, hi.

Mrs. Nelson, the band is

playing my favorite tune.

-l wonder--

-With your permission. . .

. . .l think l'll fly the first mission, general.

Excuse us.

Thank you.

You know you haven't said a word

about my new dress.

Very lovely. l haven't really been looking

at it. l've been looking at you.

Bruce, this house is just perfect

for a party.

-Everything's so beautiful.

-Yes, it is.

lsn't it marvelous what

a new dress will do?

Molloy, l don't like to say it, but we

can't depend on your partner.

Now, sir, Bruce is--

What do you think of the new guesthouse

for visiting brass?

ls it just for visiting brass?

l think we could accommodate

a little girl from Catalina.

He's obviously enamored

of that young woman.

And in my book. . .

. . .love and war don't mix.

Good motto, sir.

What do you suggest?

Well, for now, eyes peeled, full alert.

Remember. . .

. . .anyone in this room might be Vladimir.

Anyone.

And here we have the Red Room.

Yeah, well, as you can see we have. . .

. . .red carpet, red walls and red ceiling.

Then next door, there's

the Blue Room. And that has. . .

. . .blue carpet and blue walls

and a blue ceiling and. . . .

l love you.

l do.

l love you.

The phone's ringing.

l didn't think it could

ever happen again, but it--

-But it did.

-Oh, darling. . . .

-The phone's ringing.

-Forget the phone.

-l love you.

-l love you.

-Answer the phone. Please?

-l will not answer the phone.

Bruce. Come down

to the vault room right away.

-What for?

-Hill's on the phone...

... wants to talk to you.

Says it's important.

Okay.

He says it's urgent.

Get used to it. l'll be right back.

He's calling from the plant.

Hello, Hill?

Why don't you come join the party.

You're working overtime.

So is your lady friend, judging by the

contents of her desk.

What are you talking about?

Let me sort this out

and start at the beginning.

Vladimir.

Oh, Vladi.

For the last time,

Jennifer Nelson is not a spy.

Why don 't you stop wasting time

with this witch-hunt.

Okay, help me waste some more.

Would you go over that again,

about Project Venus?

l told you, there is no Project Venus.

There never was. lt was a gag.

It was something I made up to make time,

to take the chill-- I won 't go into it.

She believed everything you told her.

She was supposed to.

Mr. Templeton, are you sure

she isn 't making time with you?

-What do you mean?

-You love banana-cream cake. . .

. . .so she bakes you banana-cream cake.

How did it come out?

l wouldn't know, l hate cake. . .

...and I hate bananas. That makes

banana-cream cake a double hate.

Still, you told her...

She won a prize for it. If she won a prize

for octopus pudding, I'd love that too.

Okay. . .

. . .keep an eye on her till l get there.

We intend to.

-Every phone in the house is bugged.

-Wait, listen, all of you. Hill, you there?

This girl couldn't possibly be a spy.

This girl hasn't got the brains

to be a spy.

That is what you think. l've seen spies

before. She's got that shifty-eyed look.

And they generally use oversexed girls

for this line of work.

Judging from that lipstick

you came in with.

We must keep her under surveillance.

I'd appreciate your cooperation

in staying close all evening.

-All evening?

-All night, if necessary.

Fine, see you later.

Jenny. l was just having a nip

to quiet my nerves.

-Where you going?

-Home.

Home? The fun hasn't even begun.

You're so right, Anna.

The fun hasn't even begun.

Are you all right, dear?

What's the matter?

What are you drinking?

Hooch. That's half Scotch, half bourbon.

lt sounds delicious.

To a big dope.

Who's a lot smarter than they think.

What is it now?

What's the trouble?

l thought l saw one of those

hors d'oeuvre move.

Oh, sure. Probably a shrimp

trying to get back to sea.

-ln case you're interested--

-lf we want you. . .

-. . .you'll be in the Red Room.

-Right.

-You play your games, l'll play mine.

-Okay, okay.

Molloy, we just can't depend

on your partner. lt's up to us.

-What do you suggest?

-Well, if worse comes to worse. . .

. . .one of us will have to spend the night

with her. We've got to fight fire with fire.

May l volunteer, sir?

l admire your spirit, Molloy,

but this is one mission--

Hello.

-Hello. lf you're looking for Bruce--

-He left.

Really?

That's too bad.

That means we can have

the next dance, general.

The next dance?

Why can't we have this one?

We can, if you'll just give me a chance

to powder my nose. . .

. . .and make one teeny-weeny little

phone call. Don't you go away.

Phone call.

Phone call.

-Phone call?

-Phone call.

-Hello?

-Hello.

Vassily?

Don't talk, just listen.

The goods you ordered...

... will be at Pier 63, San Pedro,

before midnight.

Your contact will be wearing

a black Windbreaker and a. . .

...patch over his left eye.

The recognition signal is. . .

... ''Vladimir sent me. ''

-Over.

-Over? Over what?

Black patch. A Windbreaker.

Have you got somebody

to cover Pier 63?

Every man here is on special

assignment, sir.

The two l sent to Catalina. . .

. . .one was my brother-in-law. . .

-. . .never returned.

-Well, get somebody. Get ahold of Hill.

Yes, who is it?

Hello, 1 04.

Don 't talk, just listen.

T-O-S to 1 04. Are you there?

Yes, l'm here. What is it?

We're having trouble with our deliveries.

But we hope to have it. . .

. . .on the way by morning.

-Over.

-Thank you very much. l'll tell my son.

-Homer, l want someone on Pier 63.

-l'll try to find someone.

Hurry. You're dancing with her.

-Get upstairs.

-Yes, yes.

Jenny, darling?

Jenny?

Here she comes.

Now, get in there.

Remember, this is for our side.

l've been waiting.

l haven't felt like this since

Culver Military Academy.

l love older men.

They make me feel so secure,

you know?

Yes, l know.

l feel l can talk to them and--

You can talk to me.

And share secrets with them.

You can share secrets with me.

Well. . .

. . .l am arranging to spend the night

in the guesthouse.

Perhaps we could get together later?

Your place or mine?

My, you are direct.

That's my motto.

Old Frontal Attack Bleecker, they call me.

Okay, Frontal.

My place.

ln the Red Room. . .

. . .at exactly-- Let's see, now. . .

. . . 1 2:
00 midnight.

Twelve sharp. Midnight.

l'll be there five minutes after 1 2,

but wait, you hear?

l'll be waiting.

With bells on.

No medals, general.

l'm terribly sensitive.

lt's me.

What the devil are you made-up for?

No man's land.

The powder room.

ln case she goes there again.

What is going on?

There's to be a rendezvous

with Vladimir, l think.

-Vladimir?

-Pier 63.

My men were busy,

so l sent someone else.

Becoming color.

Thank you.

May l get you a refreshment, my dear?

Yes.

Champagne.

Then l'll feel like l'm still

dancing with you.

Hey, baby.

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