The Parent Trap Page #3

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- A birdcage made of popsicle sticks.

- Come on upstairs with me.

- See you later.

- Did you make any friends?

- One girl in particular.

- Who is she?

- Just a girl.

- From Boston?

- No. Just from someplace.

Goodness, you're beautiful.

What is it? You're staring at me

as if you've never seen me before.

I don't know. I'm just happy

that you're here and you're you.

I'm happy that you're here and you're you.

Fasten me up.

- Did you miss me?

- Uh-huh. Did you miss me?

You'll never know.

Margaret, don't forget the Red Cross

meeting. I'll see you at the Somerset.

Stand up, child. Don't slouch. I hope

you haven't picked up bad habits.

- See you at the Somerset.

- Yes, Mother.

Why the frown?

You've got meetings and things.

I thought we could spend the day talking.

We have the whole weekend to talk.

I cannot cancel the Red Cross.

- What I have to say can wait.

- Yes, dear?

I just wanted to have a woman-to-woman talk

with you about Stafford.

Who's Stafford?

This boy I met at camp.

I just wanted your advice on something.

On what?

Well... I wanted you to tell me how long

you waited before you got married.

Sharon?

- Lockness?

- Yes, Miss Margaret.

Please tell my mother I can't meet her

and cancel my appointments.

- Cancel them?

- Yes. Something important has come up.

Sharon, what I'm trying to say

is that the decision to marry

is best left till you've lived longer.

Mother, you're right.

Stafford was much too juvenile for me.

Thank goodness for that.

To be perfectly frank,

the old zing wasn't there.

- Zing?

- Yes.

The charge that shoots up your spine.

Like when you met Daddy.

What was Daddy like?

Well, I don't know how we got around to him.

Is it terribly painful for you

to talk about Daddy?

No. Why should it be?

I don't know. I thought maybe when

you've been in love with somebody...

the recollection and the memory

might be bitterly painful.

Sharon, that was many years ago.

Don't dramatise it.

Where did he take you on your first date?

He took me to dinner - an Italian restaurant

in one of those basements in New York.

- It was called "Martinelli's".

- "Martinelli's"?

- Yes.

- Hmm.

You said there was music.

What song did they play?

- Song?

- There must have been a song.

The old "they're playing our song" thing.

If there was, I wouldn't remember it.

It was too long ago.

Though time may tatter

Our first sweet thrill

It doesn't matter

It never will...

Susie!

- Hi, Peanut.

- Hi, Dad.

- How was camp?

- Fine.

No broken bones? No?

Come on, let's get the bags.

Here's my baggage check.

- Are you still biting your nails?

- You noticed. She told me you...

- What?

- Nothing.

I certainly did enjoy

all those nice long newsy letters.

We meant to write, but we just got

so tied up with plans and things...

- Who's we?

- Er... us. I mean... l...

Oh, us. There was a very nice girl there.

We became quite good friends.

That's mine. That's mine. There.

- Glad to be home?

- It's wonderful.

- Were you lonely while I was gone?

- I cried myself to sleep...

No. Seriously.

I got to play golf every day, poker at night.

I'd like to find a winter camp too.

- Ho ho!

- Ho ho! Good to have you home, goofy.

There's been a lot of things happening

since you left.

We ought to have a talk sometime.

- I have some things to tell you too.

- You have?

- But not now.

- OK.

Now I just want to think about getting home

and being with my father.

- My very own fah-ther.

- Own fah-ther?

Father.

Dad, it's beautiful!

It hasn't changed. Hecky!

- Yo!

- Look!

What have you got there with you, Mitch?

- Hi, Hecky.

- Hiya, darlin'.

Why did you bring her back?

I thought we'd got rid of her.

She was hanging around the airport.

- How was camp?

- Swell.

It's about time. We've been waiting all day!

Hi, Verbena.

Never mind hi. Give me a hug.

Hello, honey. Let me look at you.

- There's a change in you.

- Just the same as I always was.

No... You're not.

I'm not quite sure what it is.

Hi, Andromeda.

Stop that, Andromeda, you crazy dog.

It's Susan, you silly.

It's almost as if

your own dog didn't know you.

Funny, isn't it? Dogs are funny things.

I guess I'll go up to my room and...

- Come on and tell me about camp.

- Coming.

Tell me all about camp.

I want to get your laundry too.

- Come down when you get through.

- Be down in a minute.

Hello, darling. I'm glad you're back.

I was beginning to get bored.

Did you tell her anything about us?

- Good to be home again.

- Sure is.

Verbena... there's a woman downstairs.

There is indeed.

Who is she? What is she doing here?

I'm not saying a word.

I mind my own business.

If he wants to make a ninny of himself,

that's his affair.

- How did she get here?

- I don't say a word.

Except a man like your father

with a daughter going on 14...

He's not exactly a charm fellow with

a big teethy grin and lots of clever talk,

- so what does she see in him?

- I don't know.

I'll give you a million reasons

and they're in the bank.

It was always thus.

What was always thus?

I'm not saying a word. I'm not one to talk

about anybody behind their back.

But she's good. She's awful good.

Those cool blue eyes

looking right through you.

Riding, swimming, out to dinner,

but it's none of my business,

so I'm not saying a word,

not one single word.

Besides, you shouldn't talk about people...

Susie. We were just talking about you.

This is Miss Robinson.

- How do you do.

- I've been looking forward to meeting you.

Your father made you sound like a girl,

but you're practically a woman.

- I'm nearly 14.

- I think I'll make a couple of Martinis.

- I'd love one.

- Honey, do you want a ginger ale?

- Ginger ale.

- Sure. You get acquainted now.

- I hear you were away at camp. Was it fun?

- Yes, it was lovely, thank you.

Ever since I met your father,

it's been Susan this and Susan that.

It's wonderful that you're such

good friends. Can you keep a secret?

- From whom?

- Your father.

Then you'd better not tell me.

Daddy and I don't keep secrets from one

another. We tell each other everything.

No, dear. It wasn't that kind of a secret.

I just wanted to tell you that I find him

a very wonderful person.

Well, between us, he's not too brilliant

or clever with what he says.

You know, like the charm fellows

we all adore.

We were riding the other day

and he let me ride Schotzli.

I understand she's your horse.

I hope you don't mind my riding her.

No. Schotzli and I

are used to strange women riding her.

What?

You know Daddy.

He's always playing the field.

- No, I didn't know.

- Oh, yes.

Every week he has some dame up here.

One week - I'll never forget -

he had five different women up here.

You don't say.

It's none of my business

if he wants to make a ninny of himself.

That's why I'm not saying a word.

Not one single word.

Here you are.

Did you two get to know each other?

Yes. We had a lovely little talk.

Hello?

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