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(theme music)

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- (Sara humming)

(doorbell ringing)

(Sara)
Who is it?

- It's me, Dad.

- Oh, come on in, it's open.

(door rattling)

It sticks sometimes.
You have to push it.

(thumping)

Give it a good, hard shove.

(thumping)

Harder!

Maybe if I pull from the inside
while you push.

Oh! I see the problem,
it's locked.

I'm sorry.
- You're not the only one.

Mother said you wanted
to see me.

- I wanted to know if I can go
to Lake Tahoe for the weekend.

- With who?
- With Pam, Wanda, and Judy.

Pam Schueller's parents have
a cabin up there

and they're letting her have it
for the weekend.

- Oh, I don't know, Sara,
four girls all alone in a cabin.

I-I don't know.

- Oh, Dad,
nobody will even notice us.

Would you hand me
my bikini, please?

- Well, it's just
the thought of it, I--

You can see through this.

- I know,
that's the latest style.

- And no one will notice you?

Ray Charles could spot you
in this.

- Oh, please, Dad?

It's the last time Pam
will ever get the cabin.

Her parents are splitting up
and they're selling it.

- The Schuellers
are getting divorced?

Oh...

Oh!
I'm sorry to hear that.

- So is Pam.
She loves that cabin.

What do you say, Dad?
- I don't know,

I-I'll have to think it over.

- But, Dad, I have to--

Dad! Dad!
Where are you?

- Right here,
thinking about it.

- So, can I go?

- First, I have to discuss it
with your mother.

- Well, Mom already said
it was okay.

- That's what I want
to discuss with her.

Hm, it is stuck.

I'll-- I'll have to fix that.

- Oh! Well, good morning, Dad.
- Oh, hi.

- I was just coming up
to see you.

- Oh?
- Yeah, can I borrow the car?

- What's wrong
with the cable car?

- Well, nothing, they just
won't let me borrow one.

- Mm.
- I have to go to the airport.

A friend of mine is coming in
from San Diego.

- Anyone I know?

- Greg Amherst?

I think you met him
once or twice.

I used to date him
when he worked at the bank.

He's in the Navy now.

- Oh, a Navy man, eh?
Mm.

I remember my Navy days.
Finest branch of the service.

I'll-- I'll get the key.

- Oh, thanks, Dad.

- What's the boy's rank?

Uh, Seaman Recruit?
Seaman Apprentice?

- Lieutenant Junior Grade.

- Oh, oh, oh!
(chuckling)

An officer, eh?

Well, you better wash the car
before you pick him up.

- Dad!
- Hm?

- I have to know right away.

Wanda is coming to pick me up
in an hour.

- Wanda?
Wanda is driving the car?

"Wanda with the thick
eyeglasses" Wanda?

- Well, she doesn't wear
those eyeglasses all the time.

- Oh.
- Just for driving.

- What are you doing?

- Oh, I'm, uh, going over
the proofs

from that assignment
I did in Chinatown, why?

- How come you told Sara

she could go to Lake Tahoe
for the weekend?

- Well, why not?

The other girls are going.
It will be a lot of fun.

- Well, I just don't like the
idea of four girls all alone,

a cabin in the woods.
What are they gonna be doing?

- Would you feel better if it
were four boys and four girls?

- Of course not!

Then I'd know what
they'd be doing.

- I don't think we have anything
to worry about, Henry.

They're all nice girls
from good families.

- Did you know the Schuellers
are getting divorced?

- I kind of suspected
he was having an affair.

- (chuckles)

Why is it every time a couple
gets divorced,

people automatically assume
the man was having an affair?

- Well, you remember two weeks
ago when my aunt was in town

and I had dinner with her
at the Fairmont?

- What about it?

- Well, Frank Schueller passed
our table

with a very attractive woman.
- (grunts)

- And he introduced her
as his lawyer.

- Mm-hmm.
There you are!

He was probably having dinner
with his lawyer

to discuss
the divorce settlement.

- Isn't that kind of hard to do
when you're dancing?

Promise me that if anything ever
goes wrong with our marriage,

you won't go dancing
with your lawyer.

- Now, won't I look
a little ridiculous

circling the dance floor
with Herb Greenblatt?

- Only if he's leading.

- What are we gonna do
about Sara?

- Well, I think
she deserves a weekend.

She's been working
very hard at school.

- That's true.

- And she's been doing
very well.

In fact, Dr. Anderson
took time out

to drop a note to say
how pleased he was with Sara.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

He finds her-- let me see--
most cooperative,

very outgoing,
and totally committed.

- (chuckles)
Well, you know, you're right.

She does deserve
a weekend away.

I'm gonna go down
and tell her.

You know, one of the pleasures
of being a parent is that...

that feeling of pride you get
when someone tells you

your child is excelling
in something

that has a bearing
on her future.

- I know.
- (chuckles)

This Dr. Anderson,
what does he teach?

Philosophy,
English Literature?

- Neither, he's in charge
of the cheerleaders.

- May I have
the desk clerk please?

(doorbell rings)
It's open!

(Henry)
I'll be the judge of that.

You shouldn't keep
your door unlocked.

People could walk in here
right off the street.

- No, they can't.
The front door is locked.

- Well, they could pick
the lock, you know?

- Well, if they could pick
that lock, then they can
pick this lock.

- Don't get smart
with me, Jackie.

Just use your common sense.
There's a big city.

You know what kind of people
live out there?

Dope pushers, addicts,

rapists, murderers, killers.

- Then why do we live here?

- Because it's a wonderful place
to raise a family.

If you keep
your door locked.

- Yes, I'm still holding.

- Who you talking to?
- Holiday Inn.

Greg has a reservation there.
- Oh... Sara in?

I wanna tell her it's okay
for her to Lake Tahoe.

- Oh, well, you'll have to wait
till she gets back.

She just left for Lake Tahoe.

Well, Wanda was early
and Sara knew you'd say yes,

so she took off.

Oh, reservations!

You're holding a room
for Lieutenant Amherst.

Yeah, I'd like you
to cancel that.

Thank you.

- Aww...

Your friend's not coming?
- No, he's coming.

But there's no point in him
spending money for a hotel

when Sara's away
for the weekend.

- What?
What... what do you mean?

- He'll sleep here.

- A sailor in Sara's room?

- You don't have to worry.
Sara won't be there.

She's in Lake Tahoe.
- I know she's in Lake Tahoe.

And that's where you should be.
- Why?

- Because you're her sister.
Yes, that's right.

You don't see enough
of each other during the week.

You work and she goes
to school.

You really should see more
of your sister.

Here, take these keys.

Take the car
and go to Lake Tahoe.

- Dad, you're gonna
drive yourself crazy.

- I'm not gonna
drive myself crazy.

I got two daughters
to drive me crazy.

- But, Dad,
Greg is a wonderful guy.

He's an officer in the Navy.
You said yourself,

it's the finest branch
of the service.

- I don't care what I said.

Look, Jackie, you don't know
sailors the way I know sailors.

They're animals.
- Not Greg.

He's a pussycat.

- Well, pussycats are animals.

- Are you through?

- Yes.
- Good. Mwah!

I have to go to the airport
to pick up my animal.

- Drive carefully.

What's that?
- Sara's bank book.

I made a deposit
for her yesterday.

- Well, you don't leave
a bank book lying around--

- Dad, I'm late!
- All right, all right.

I'll take care of it.

(groans and scoffs)

That's my Sara.

$12 in the bank and she goes
to Lake Tahoe for the weekend.

Three more bucks and she'd
probably go to Acapulco.

- Henry, I'm going
to the camera shop to--

Henry, where are you?

- (Henry groans)

- Henry, is that you?

What's wrong?

- I found these
in Sara's drawer.

Is-- are those what
I think they are?

- Yes, they're--
they're birth control pills.

- Could they-- could they be
something else, Muriel?

Vitamins?

Aspirins?
Chiclets?

- I'm afraid we're going to have
to face it, Henry.

Sara's on the Pill.

- Oh, my God.

I gave my daughter permission
to go away for the weekend

and she's on the Pill.
- It's worse than that, Henry.

Sara went away for the weekend
and she forgot the Pill.

**

- All finished?

- Can't even get started.

I'm still in shock about Sara.

- Well, there's nothing we can
do about it till she gets back.

Why don't you try to get
a good night's sleep?

- You know, I just...

I just can't get used to
today's morality.

When I was a kid, a girl stayed
a virgin till she was married.

- I know.

And gasoline was
21 cents a gallon.

- You know, I can't understand
how you can take it so lightly.

She's your daughter too.

- We have to learn
to trust Sara.

My parents trusted me
when I was 18,

and I was on the road
singing with a band.

- You know, I still can't
get over how they let

a young girl like you travel
all over the country on a bus

with a bunch
of seedy musicians.

- They were respectable men
earning a living

and supporting their families.

They weren't seedy.
- Okay, they weren't seedy.

- Well, maybe the brass section.

- I still think
it was a terrible thing

for a young girl.

- And some
of the rhythm section.

- That's enough, Muriel!
I didn't ask for an accounting.

I'm telling you, Muriel,
I'm about to lose...

my sanity.

(groans)
Okay.

If I'm not thinking about Sara,

I'm worried about Jackie
and her sailor downstairs.

It's too quiet down there.
I can't hear their voices.

Why aren't they talking?

- They probably are talking.

- Well, why can't I hear them?

- Because they're talking
in a restaurant.

They haven't come back
from dinner yet.

- (chuckling)

I'm doing it again,
aren't I, Muriel?

Overly concerned.

- And it really
isn't necessary.

I met Greg.
He's well mannered.

He's from a good background.
I think you'll like him.

- Well, I'm glad to hear that.

- And the two of them
are just out having some fun.

And he deserves it.
He's been at sea for 11 months.

- (stammering)
W-What? What?!

- When will I learn
to keep my mouth shut?

- Sailor's been at sea
for 11 months,

and we're letting him go out
with our daughter alone tonight?

What are we, crazy?
- He's a fine young man.

He's an officer
and a gentleman.

- Don't give me that gentleman
and an officer bull.

I was in the Navy
for four years

and I never ran into
that combination once.

- You can't go down there
and throw him out.

- Why not?
- Well, for one thing,

he hasn't come back yet.

- I'll wait.

And I'm not gonna
throw him out.

I just wanna make sure that he
sleeps in Sara's room alone.

- Look, Jackie is 21 years old.
She can take care of herself.

- Muriel, you don't know
what sailors are like

when they've been at sea
that long.

They come ashore half crazed

with smoke coming out
of their nostrils.

Do you remember what I was like
when I had my first shore leave?

- You better get down there
and throw him out!

- I thought we turned
the lights off.

- Yeah.

(dishes clattering)

- There's someone
in the kitchen.

- I thought your sister
was away.

- Well, she is.
- Does anyone else have a key?

- Well, just my dad,
but he's asleep.

It's 2:00 a.m.
- Then it's a burglar.

Just stand aside
in case he has a gun.

- Oh, be careful.
- Shh.

- (Henry screams)

(dishes crashing)

(blows landing)

- I got him, Jackie!
Call the police!

- Well, don't just stand there,
Jackie, introduce us.

He's breaking my arm.

- Dad, what are you doing here?

- This guy is your father?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Rush.

- You've got a heck of a way
of shaking hands, fella.

- I thought you were
a burglar.

- A burglar doesn't take time
out in the middle of a robbery

to make a sandwich.

Unless it's to go.
(chuckles)

(clears throat)
Incidentally, uh,

your mayonnaise is rancid.

- It's not mayonnaise.
It's guacamole.

- Hmm, in that case,
it's fine.

- I feel terrible
about this, Mr. Rush.

Here, sit down.
You'll feel better.

- Oh, no, no, no,
that couch hates me.

- Well, then sit--
- No, no.

If you don't mind,
I'll just stand over here

where it's nice and safe.

- Dad!

Are you all right?
- I'm fine! I'm fine!

Just keep your furniture
away from me.

- What are you doing down here
at this hour?

- I came to meet your friend.
I've been here since 11:00.

- Oh, I see.
Well, Dad, this is Greg.

Greg, this is Dad.
Dad, this is good night.

- Wait just a minute, Jackie.

I'd like to spend a little time
and chat with Greg.

Well, we've got a lot
in common.

We're both Navy.

(both chuckling)

- You can talk in the morning.

It's late and Greg and I
wanna go to bed.

- (stammering)
Bed? Bed?

Well, well, Jackie,
you go run along to bed.

I'll spend a couple of hours
talking to Greg,

and when he gets tired,

I'll just show him
where Sara's bedroom is.

- Dad, I'd like to talk to you
privately in the hall.

Greg, would you excuse us
for a minute?

- Oh, take your time.
I'm bushed.

I'm gonna hit the sack.
I'll see you in the morning.

Nice meeting you,
Mr. Rush.

- The first bedroom
on the right.

- He knows where it is.

Dad!
I know you love me,

but when are you gonna start
trusting me?

I'm old enough to know
who I like

and what I wanna do about it.

I mean, I may make mistakes
from time to time,

but they're gonna be
my mistakes.

And you can't spend
the rest of your life

running interference for me.

I mean, I consider myself
a very together person,

and I do know where I'm going.

Mwah!
Night.

- These will help you get there.

- Muriel, why'd you
let me sleep so late?

It's after 11:00.
- Oh...

Well, you didn't
get to bed until 6:00.

You spent half the night
pacing the floor

and the other half
listening to it.

- (groans)

You know, Muriel,
I think I found the secret

to a good night's sleep.
- Ooh, what is it?

- Sons.

Oh, things were a lot simpler

when Rafkin had
the apartment downstairs.

He was quiet, he was clean.

He was walking his dog
with a baggie

before anyone even thought
of making it an ordinance.

- Henry, you'd worry about
your daughters

no matter where they lived.

You're their father,
it's your prerogative.

- Are Greg and Jackie up yet?
- Ooh, up and out.

They came by to have some coffee
and say good-bye

before Jackie drove him
to the airport.

- Sorry I missed them.

- You know, I don't think Greg
slept too well either.

He looked exhausted.

- How did Jackie look?
- Radiant.

- I'll kill him.

- Henry, come on, you don't
believe that old cliche, do you?

That if a woman is sexually
satisfied she looks radiant?

- You don't think it's true?
- Of course not.

You know how lousy I look
in the mornings.

- Hi.
Oh, you're finally up.

Thanks for the use
of the wheels, Dad.

Greg was sorry he didn't get
a chance to say good-bye.

- Jackie, I wanna talk to you
about your sister Sara.

- What's wrong?

- Do you and your sister
ever confide in each other,

talk about personal things?
- Of course.

- Like what?
- I can't tell you.

They're personal.

- Did your sister ever tell you
she was on birth control pills?

- Sara?
My sister's on the Pill?

- That's right.
- Do you know that for sure?

- I'm positive.

I found them in the top drawer
of her dresser.

- Well, then they
couldn't have been mine.

- (stammering)
You... you...

Your...

(stammering)

Well, don't just stand there!
Have me say something!

- Hi, everybody, I'm home!

Well, isn't anybody gonna ask me
how Lake Tahoe was?

It was terrible.

It rained all weekend.

That's why we came home early.

Well, that's all the news
I have.

I'll go down and unpack.

- (Jackie) I'll help you.
- Just a minute.

Nobody leaves this house
until I'm finished.

Sara, we have a question
to ask you.

And we want an honest answer.

- Dad, I swear I didn't wear
the bikini.

- Eww, look, I can see this is
gonna take a little time.

I'll come back later.
- Just a minute, young lady.

You're next.

- Sara, how long have you been
taking the birth control pills?

- What birth control pills?

- The pills I found
in your dresser drawer.

- You have no right
going into my room

and looking through
my personal things.

- I'm your father.

- That doesn't give you
the right to invade my privacy.

- I'm also the landlord.

- And I also know my rights.
Landlords cannot enter

a tenant's apartment
without their permission!

- Okay, okay, okay!

As a landlord,
I was out of line.

I apologize.
- That's better.

- But I'm not through
with you yet.

I demand an answer.

- What was the question?

- Sara, where did you get
the pills?

- Oh, from Wanda.
They're hers.

- Wanda?

"Wanda with the fake eyeglasses"
Wanda?

Maybe they're hers.
- And if they're hers,

what are they doing
in your drawer?

- Well, she just started
taking them and she can't

keep them in her house.
She's afraid her father

might find them,
and she doesn't wanna worry him.

- Well, what's she gonna do?
Come over here every morning
and take a pill?

- Well, yeah,
she comes by every morning

to drive me to school anyway.
- That's dangerous.

- Her father won't find out.
- No, not that.

Her driving you to school.
That's dangerous.

- Am I through?

- Yes.
Uh, just one more thing.

I'm sorry I misjudged you.

- That's okay, Dad,
but I do want to say--

- I'm not like Wanda's father.

You don't have to
hide things from me.

Trust is essential...
- And you don't--

- ...in any situation
that has to do with a parent--

- Dad, will you please
let me finish a sentence?

- Oh, oh...
(chuckles)

Of course.
What is it you wanted to say?

- I just wanted to say
that not all my friends

subscribe to today's
sexual permissiveness.

And as far as
I personally am concerned...

- How do you like that?
I let her finish a sentence,

and that's the thanks I get.
- How about me?

Can I go or am I still next?

- Ahh... you're not next.

You're now.

- Dad, before you start,
I think you should realize

that just because someone's
on the Pill

doesn't mean
she's being promiscuous.

- We know that, dear.
I just really wish

you had discussed it with me.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I just felt it was
a personal decision.

But if you'd like, Mom, we can
talk about it later, okay?

- Yes.
- Mwah!

(door closes)

- That's the trouble
with today's generation.

They grow up so darn fast
and wanna break loose

before you already let them go.

- You know, I remember
reading somewhere

that it's only by letting go
that you can hold on tight.

- Who said that,
one of The Flying Wallendas?

- You did...

in a letter you once wrote
to my mother

when you told her
we were getting married.

- That's right.

Yes.

You know, someday, I'm gonna
have to mail that letter.

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