What's New Pussycat Page #5

Like hell you did. It's mine.

Victor! You're not going

to let him take that book?

- Actually, she did see the book first.

- Beat it.

Oh! Victor.

Thrash him. Come on. Go!

What is...? Go on!

Uh...

I have a bad head cold...

Victor, you always said

you'd go through hell for me. Go on!

You see his knuckles? They're huge!

You're not going to

let that man insult your woman?

You're Michael's woman. Why don't I

get him? He could be here in five minutes.

If you have any hopes for winning me,

now is the moment to prove it. Go on.

Go on! Go on!

Come on, Victor!

Kick him! Kick him!

- Give it...!

- Hand me that book.

- No.

- Give me that book.

Go on! Victor!

Victor, show him! Kick him now!

- Will you give me that book?

- No! You are not a gentleman.

- I am a gentleman!

- No, you are not.

Victor, show him!

Get him! Kick him! Hit him!

Victor, you're so brave, I'm shocked.

Victor...

I must have Carole.

I need her. I love her.

She's the whole worid to me,

and she's mine.

The only way anyone could take

her away from me... is by killing me.

I've decided what I'm going to do.

I've been seeing the best

psychoanalyst in Paris.

He's a genius. And he wants me

to go to his group analysis courses.

Well, I've been going. I'm going to

keep on going. And I'm going to fight!

And I'm going to win... because I love her.

Ah, that's better. Ah, a little gentle steam.

Does one the worid of good.

Ahh.

We must have physical health

as well as mental health.

Oh, I'm kinky for steam.

# I was born in Boston city, boys

# The place you all know well

- Are you well, Victor?

-

# Brought up by honest parents

and the truth to you I'll tell

- # Brought up by honest parents...

-

Let me outta here!

I can't open it!

Then, Doctor, when I was 15 years old, I

had to tell my parents they were adopted.

We fought,

I stopped coming home and moved out.

So you turned promiscuous?

Well, I love that in a woman. Love it.

I can't help it,

I'm a physical woman.

I feel guilty about it but I come from

a family of acute nymphomaniacs.

That includes my father

and my two brothers.

Why don't we all undress?

It's so modern...

For instance, Doctor...

I find myself extremely

attracted... to Mr James.

And the fact that he's in love with

someone else excites me even more.

What is it that you see in him

that you don't see in me?

I don't know.

But there is something about his face.

When the light hits him a certain way,

he's almost handsome.

You're lovely but I'm here to get rid

of problems, not to acquire them.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

who is the handsomest of them all?

- I am.

- I am!

I am!

Group, in Britain

we have a national therapy.

We call it...

cricket.

Unlike other sports, there's no anxiety

or pressure. It's leisurely and lyrical.

It's the song of willow on leather.

- Is there any sex in it?

- Oh, no.

This is a game for gentlemen,

played by gentlemen.

It's sick. Sick!

Miss Lefebvre,

tell me something about yourself.

He's really elegant, isn't he?

Do something for me, Doctor.

Couldn't you throw those giris away?

I don't like those giris around him.

Lay here and watch your...

watch your champion

from a good... here... vantage point.

There, now, on my shoulder.

Can you see him better?

Can't you feel him better? Feel all those

lovely... ooh... strokes he's pulling?

- Couldn't you arrange something for me?

- What would you like?

To have a sessin, just the three of us.

A little bowling and a little batting?

Something like that?

No, a more intimate game, you know?

I mean, when are they going to finish?

I'm getting very nervous.

Isn't this game scintillating and exciting?

I'd like the game to be over.

I'd like to play something else.

Other games?

Well, that's interesting, too.

Can you see the bowler? Don't look at

the batsman, the bowler's interesting.

- I love the batsman better.

- Yeah, batsmen are all right.

I always have liked

a little bit of bowler, myself.

#... Raised most tenderly

# Till I became a sporting blade...

- I thought you'd never get here.

- What the hell...?

- I've been waiting for you to telephone.

- What are you doing here?

I've been thinking about what you said,

and I think you're right.

The only way two people can really get

to know one another is by living together.

- Oh... What?

- Mm-hm.

- So I'm moving in here.

- You're moving in here?

Ah!

You've taken leave of your senses!

You're a weird lady!

Even though we've known each other

for such a few hours,

I feel that we were meant for one another.

Do you believe in kismet?

Please, go home.

I'm hungry.

Don't you just love sin?

Just a bloody minute. Sit down.

- Sit down. Sit!

- Sit. Fine.

Now, you and I are going to have

a little talk, get things straightened out.

- God, I love it when you're domineering.

- Really? Oh.

Now, while I think

that you're a smashing young lady,

I am not in love with you,

do you understand?

I am not in love with you.

- She's been upset lately.

- I'm so sorry.

Mademoiselle, the boys

of emergency suicide ward

voted you this gold watch

for unusual devotion.

Oh...

Thank you.

# What's new, pussycat?

Whoa-o-o

# What's new, pussycat?

Whoa-o-o

Michael, remember me?

You loved me in your office.

Indeed I do.

Remember the night in the hospital bed?

Unforgettable.

- My mother's crypt.

- Oh, poor mummy.

On top of the Eiffel Tower.

Very chilly.

You could have had me, Michael.

Michael, I need you. I've telephoned you

several times. Why haven't you called?

I've phoned you I don't know

how many times, maybe six.

I know it's neurotic,

but I want you, Michael.

- Michael.

- Michael.

- Michael.

- Michael.

Excuse me, I...

Oh! Hello, there.

- Hello.

- Oh, hello.

Michael, I've tried

to telephone you for several...

- Michael. I've tried to teleph...

- Michael?

- Michael!

- Michael!

Right! I want all you cats to shape up!

"But I, that am not shap'd

for sportive tricks,

Nor made to court

an amorous looking glass;

I, that am rudely stamp'd,

and want love's majesty to strut..."

"Why, I, in this weak piping

time of peace..."

Dr Fassbender!

"Can I do all this,

and yet cannot get a crown?"

"Tut! Were it further off,

I'll pluck it down."

Dr Fassbender!

Dr Fassbender! Dr Fassbender.

I must see Dr Fassbender immediately.

It's not possible. He's in with a patient.

I daren't disturb him.

Couldn't you make an exception in this

one instance? It's very important to me.

Well, in this case,

I think maybe it's possible. He's in there.

Hello. Good morning.

- Michael James!

- Can't you knock?

- Knock? I'm in dire need!

- So am I! What do you think I am, human?

Bring it up at the next group analysis

meeting, something like that. Not now!

I hope you don't get the wrong idea

about what happened just now.

Not at all. It was quite simple.

You attacked me.

Well, if you feel like that about it

you may as well have your whistle back.

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