The Naked Venus Page #2

You were a small boy and you

didn't want to go to school.

Your father insisted on

making a man out of you.

A big, strong he-man like himself.

That's why he wanted you to start out in

public school like you were any child.

But mother took your side, didn't I?

And we got you a private tutor.

Later, Bob... when you enlisted.

You sat with me... right here.

The night before I...

- Shipped out to Korea.

- You were afraid of being a soldier.

I was...

Scared to death, mother.

You had a right to be afraid.

It's only natural.

But you did fine.

You got all the medals.

- If they only knew how... scared I was.

- Only you and I know.

You're a real pal, mother.

Are you going to marry again?

I mean, you're still

as beautiful as ever.

Oh dear no, I wouldn't

think of marrying.

Now that I have you and

a lovely granddaughter.

Yvonne won't mind.

Yvonne.

She is a responsibility, isn't she.

She's my wife. I love her.

You love your art and

you're trying to be loyal.

No, mother.

I know my boy when he's afraid.

- And you're afraid now.

- Afraid of what?

To face reality. You never could.

- It's been a hasty marriage.

- What are you talking about?

Yvonne is a dear. Back

in her own little world.

Take her out of it. Force her to be the

wife of a young successful artist and...

She becomes a problem.

I had a long talk with her.

She was quite frank with me.

She wants to go back where

she knows she belongs.

To go home where she's happy.

You'll see that she's

financially taken care of.

Mother, you must be out of your mind.

On the contrary. I was never saner.

You were afraid to come home.

No, I wanted to paint and find

out for myself if I could live my life.

So you found a place where you can hide

with Yvonne as your... housekeeper?

She gave me a child.

- She added another responsibility.

- We managed.

After taxes, you have about twenty

thousand left of your inheritance.

That's a fortune in France.

You aren't going to live in France.

You owe your daughter the right start in

life and maybe you owe something to me.

I know.

You are not doing it

by ignoring a mistake.

A bad mistake.

You need a wife. Not an artist's model.

Mother, I love Yvonne.

You like to think you do.

It's easier than admitting you don't.

You're always afraid

of cold reality. I know.

Don't talk like that, mother.

You know Bob, that I'm right.

I know I never was much of

a man. People thought I was.

I never was a hero.

The army just handed me some medals.

But I can paint.

And still... I feel like a freak.

- Afraid of my own shadow.

- Don't be afraid.

I won't let anything happen to you.

Mrs. Dixon?

I am Mrs. Dixon.

My name is Rutledge.

I'm a friend of the family.

Bob and his mother are

out of town on business.

They'll be back in a few days.

- Won't you sit down?

- Thank you.

That must be little Sherie.

Yes.

Would you like a cold

drink, Mr. Rutledge?

No, thank you.

I came here to see you, Mrs. Dixon.

What about?

I'm an attorney.

There are situations Mrs. Dixon,

which must be faced soberly.

And worked out to the best

interest of all concerned.

I don't understand.

Your husband.

My client.

Has retained me to start

divorce proceedings.

Bob wishes an uncontested divorce.

No point in dragging

this matter in to court.

He wants custody of his daughter so

his mother can raise her properly...

In a good, solid home where

she'll have the best of care.

Of course, you will enjoy visiting

privileges when you're in our country.

And, needless say, my client is prepared

to take care of you financially.

My marriage is not for sale.

Mrs. Dixon.

Getting emotional won't help matters.

I want to see my husband.

You will, I'm sure.

Please understand, I am

only his legal adviser.

What if I refuse?

I'm afraid you'll find that difficult.

Our moral code, shall we say,

differs somewhat from yours.

Frankly, we don't believe

in commercialized nudity.

You'll find that out in court.

Too late.

I need a little time, Mr. Rutledge.

You see, neither my husband, nor my

mother-in-law, told me a word of this.

- I'm sure you will understand.

- Of course.

I'll be at my office all afternoon.

Or call me at home if

that's more convenient.

I sincerely hope that we can

settle this matter pleasantly.

It would be best for

the sake of the child.

You will hear from me.

I would appreciate that, madam.

- Hi. Are you Mrs. Dixon?

- Yes.

I'm from the camp.

We got your telephone call.

- Let me help you.

- Thank you.

Your camp was recommended

to me by a mutual friend in Paris.

I'm glad you came, Mrs. Dixon.

Thank you so much, Mrs. Baldwin.

Please call me Helen. Everyone does.

Is there something we could do for you?

Here is the telephone

number of my uncle in Paris.

Could you put a call through for me?

Certainly. We'd be happy to.

Thanks for everything.

That's alright, dear.

You just relax now.

You must be tired after your long trip.

And your little girl, too.

I'll show you to your cabin.

And we'll send some supper up.

Yvonne... Yvonne!

There is a Miss Wingate to see you.

She's on the terrace.

- Mrs. Dixon?

- Yes.

I'm Lynn Wingate.

Your uncle called me from Paris.

Can we talk?

Now Mrs. Dixon.

I want you to tell me everything.

Remember, I'm your lawyer.

Yes, but if you'll excuse me a minute.

I have to see about my little daughter.

Oh of course.

Darling, go and play at the beach.

But don't go near the water.

Maria, turn and face the King.

Hold your hands over them, Don.

Now Maria and Leon kiss.

That's fine.

That's just about it, Miss Wingate.

It's strange, but it seems like

I've known you all my life.

That's part of being a lawyer.

And I try and be a good one.

But to be perfectly honest.

We've got a real fight on our hands.

We're not only up against

your mother-in-law.

We'll have to battle prejudice

right in the courtroom.

We can't expect even the

judge to understand nudism.

I have to pretend I do, Yvonne.

That doesn't explain or

excuse your husband's actions.

It really isn't Bob.

I'm sure it isn't. It's his mother.

Don't underestimate her.

She knows what she wants.

Her son... and your daughter.

I know her kind.

She won't stop at anything.

And their attorney, John Rutledge.

He knows every trick in the book.

And your husband, Bob?

Well, to be perfectly frank.

He has very little regard for

weaklings, male or female.

He's really isn't.

He is an artist and he's very sensitive.

As your attorney,

I'll have to fight him.

That's my job.

To win for you.

It would help me to

understand you if you'd...

Explain.

All of this to me.

What I really want to know is...

What kind of people come

to nudist parks like this?

Why are you here?

Exactly how does your

husband feel about...

Health cults?

Well, I am here because I enjoy nature.

Well, I love nature, too.

I'm afraid you've lost me there.

I'll have to go into the

subject more deeply.

I'm sure I can find some

experts to enlighten me.

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