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- I suppose being one's mother

gives one the right to look every once in a while.

- Yes, I guess it does at that.

Jeff.

- Get an ambulance, quick!

- Where does Ms. East live?

- Live?

On Bel Air Road.

- Hold tight we've gotta get outta here.

- And the next of kin?

- Huh? - The next of kin.

- Oh, oh, she has a son, Jeffrey East.

Hey, where are they going?

Come back, come back, come back!

- Come on, buddy, get out of the street.

- Where are they taking her?

Where are they taking her?

- Get out of the street!

- I have to go with her, I have to go with her!

Hey, please, please, where are they taking her?

I have to go too, all right?

- I think they took her to Thompson Brothers Mortuary.

- Where is Thompson Brothers?

- I got the card inside.

- Get it.

Calm down, calm down.

- How soon will he be here?

Thank you, I'll have everything ready.

Coroner will be here in a half an hour.

I figure it's worth maybe 200 for our services,

until they move her to, let's say,

more suitable surroundings.

- What's my and Eddie's cut?

- The usual.

20 apiece.

- Wait just a damn minute, Archie.

That ain't enough.

You know, we could have taken her someplace else.

That's better.

I'll keep in touch, Archie.

- I'm sure you will.

I know the coroner, he'll be late.

I should call Mr. Thompson.

No.

May I have the number of The Herald Examiner

and The Los Angeles Times please?

- Won't you come in, just a minute.

My name is Archibald Phipps.

That has to Ps in it.

P-H-I-P-P-S.

And you can say that I am in complete shock.

There's that phone again.

- Has anyone been notified at the residence?

- I have no idea.

I made an effort, but the phone wasn't listed.

The police called to say that the chauffeur

was in such a bad way they had to contain him.

I can imagine why.

God!

Oh, that damn phone!

- Hey, did they give you the name of the chauffeur?

No, they didn't!

- Now, I'm telling ya.

There are no parts for boys, only parts for gals.

Now, if any of you are spending the night

'cause yous think you can pass for a broad,

grab your sister's high heels and come back tomorrow.

For right now, get out of here before I lose me temper!

Kelly, front gate!

Yes, sir, he went through

about 10 minutes ago on his way to the projection room.

Okay, girls, now hurry it up.

Casting is straight down and to your right.

Thank you very much.

I'll have the lines perfect by Friday.

- Wait a minute.

Wasn't you here yesterday?

- Me, are you speaking to me, sir?

- Yeah, I thought so.

You were here yesterday dressed as a boy.

- Well, as you said yesterday, there were no parts for boys.

So, I came back today, as myself.

- Yourself?

Now, you really don't expect me to believe that, do you?

- Of course, I do.

Look, it's just a little part of a small town waitress.

Only four lines, one day's work.

And I need the money real bad.

- And I need me job, and this could be the end of it.

- Honest, I was just fooling around, yesterday.

I knew you'd turn out to be a friend!

Thanks.

Kelly!

- These screwy kids, not one of them

make a damn bit of sense.

Kelly, front gate!

- I'm afraid there's no milk for the coffee.

I haven't been able...

- Mrs. Kelly, your husband's death

came as a great shock to all of us at the studio,

especially me.

I have no idea of how he left you financially.

So, I hope you won't mind what I've done.

I've paid off your house completely.

- I don't understand.

Being fond of my husband is one thing,

but why should you do this?

- If it weren't for your husband

helping me the very first day I walked on the lot,

there'd be no Dinah East.

- Daniela, tears won't help.

Even though it is just a sarong, it must have class.

Lie.

Drape it again.

I'll be back in an hour.

- Oh, excuse me.

I'm Dinah East, I was told to report here.

- You could have knocked!

Come back in an hour.

- Well, are you sure an hour will be enough?

I mean--

- Get out, get out, get out!

- I'm going, I'm going, I'm going!

Daniela, Daniela!

Don't you remember me?

It's Dinah East.

Oh, the accent.

I've been speaking with a Southern drawl

for the past 10 days, and it's hard to shake it.

I don't know if you've heard the word or not,

but the studio is going to star me in The Seasons of Love.

I know you are the best undiscovered designer on the lot.

And, well, if I can have my way,

I'd like to see you get the job to do my clothes.

- We have a grapevine.

I hear about everything, you included.

- What have you heard about me?

- Oh, that your fan mail is getting bigger,

and that the front office likes you.

And that you are a shy little thing

when it comes to taking your clothes off.

Well, then have you also heard, I'm not a gossip?

Wait!

I want us to become friends.

I need you more than you need me.

Look, maybe you could use my help too.

- As friends, just what are you trying to tell me?

- I mind my own business.

And you should know by now you can trust me.

If I could trust you,

well, there wouldn't be any need for telling.

I'll have to

show you.

Well, the nail polish and the pigtails

came from Woolworth's.

The brassiere came from Benny's,

and the high heels came from the Salvation Army thrift shop.

- And what did you stuff your um?

- You know, I don't think you'll get away with it.

Someone will recognize you.

- Well, it won't be the sisters back at the orphan's home.

They don't go to many movies.

- You really were in an orphanage?

- Mm-hm, 18 years, and they kicked me out.

- Do you want more tea?

- Oh no, thank you.

- Why weren't you ever put up for adoption?

- Well, I was, at least twice a week, but no takers.

I was so little and skinny.

They all thought I was sick or something.

- Well, I have to get back to wardrobe now.

- Oh yeah, they're probably looking for me too.

- What made you come to Hollywood?

- Well!

You see, there's a drive-in theater

about a mile from the home, and every night I used

to sneak out, lay on a tree, and watch the pictures.

You know, it wasn't until three months ago I ever

heard the sound?

Dinah, you're impossible.

Well, it's true.

- Anyway, I made these plastic religious things

you hang on the wall and sold 'em for 15 cents a piece.

By the time I was told to leave, I'd saved up almost $100.

So, I got on the bus and came out here.

I had to go somewhere!

But all I could think of was Hollywood!

- Dinah, have you thought what

will happen if you are found out?

- No.

Well, I try not to think about it.

For the moment, I'm happy,

and a little of that can sure go a long way for me.

- You know, you took a chance showing me you're a boy.

- I know.

Eating lunch and talking to you and all I forgot to ask you.

Are you gonna give me away?

Absolutely not, I love it.

At last I know something no one else on this lot knows.

I am the only one who knows, aren't I?

- Mother of Mary, I certainly hope so.

The envelope please, thank you.

The award for the best achievement in costume design

goes to Daniela for Milady's Man!

- Daniela, I just had to rush right over.

Listen, darling, I hope you don't mind my

barging in like this but.

You've got to forget it, baby, forget it.

Adele needs you now.

Adele loves you, Daniela.

I love you so.

Don't think about Dinah.

How the two of you could have ever

had an affair is beyond me anyway.

- There was no affair.

Only two people who understood each other.

- Well, whatever it was, it's all too horrible.

- Not so horrible.

Just the ending.

- No, the one slumped over, down at the end.

- Yeah, I saw him on television the other night.

In an old movie with Dinah East.

Say, did you hear about--

- Freddie, the whole world knows about it by now.

Well, what I'd like to know,

and I'm sure the whole world would too,

how the hell Dinah kept the secret so long?

She ever make it with nobody so's they could find out?

- She probably guarded her box like Fort Knox, that's how.

If anybody got to it, they sure didn't talk.

- Well, he must have been there once or twice, at least.

And it ain't like a girl not to brag, baby.

- Well, she'll talk now, right into a tape recorder.

The book will become, the drag queen's bible.

- Here, Mr. Locke, this one's on me.

- Tony, you've got to do something to stop all this gossip.

And all it'll take is a phony romance

with that little starlet over there.

Who's not gonna be a star that long, I might add.

- Who's her agent, you?

No, but I wish I were.

You know, I'm getting scared I'll

enter my old age a pauper with the clients I've got.

- Ta-da!

Yonder lies my father's castle!

- Tony.

Will you come off it and be serious for just one minute?

- Bates.

I was standing in front of the Chinese theater

minding my own business when you walked up

and asked me if I would like to be in pictures.

You took me home and gave me more liquor

than I had ever had, and asked me to drop my drawers.

So, you brought me out.

Suffer, pal, suffer.

- You know, Tony, a little boy and girl togetherness

would do wonders to stop what they're saying

about you in the scandal sheets.

- Have you seen her and Daniela the last couple of days?

That's togetherness, friend.

- Really?

Well in that case, the situation

oughta to be a cinch for you,

since you won't have to screw her.

- What's she like?

- Ingrid Bergman, she's not.

She's a little Turner, little bit of the new girl,

Marilyn Monroe, with an Ava Gardner drawl.

- It might be kind of fun to see how far she'd go!

- Tony.

Will you cut the Errol Flynn bit?

- Look, you've become such an old mother hen lately

that my extra-curricular activities

have been sadly neglected.

- Well, this extra curricular activity I

approve of wholeheartedly.

- Like I said, it might be fun.

I'll catch her once she gets out of the shot.

- Atta boy!

- I'm on your side.

Oh, I forgot to mention,

I read all about you in the afternoon paper.

- How did you like the part where she

said she knew my parents back in Virginia?

How did it go?

"With a family tree dating back before the Civil War!"

- Don't be too hard on the old gal.

She's a first-rate reporter.

Always prints the facts.

Even if they come straight out

of the studio press agent's mouth.

Where did you come from?

- I came from, what's the song?

Out of nowhere?

- It must have been quite a place if it had you in it.

- Isn't that a line from one of your pictures?

- Probably but a good one.

- I think I know the next one.

It's something like, "How about a nightcap at my place?"

- How about it?

- Whoa, I've had enough to drink already.

Any more and I might not be responsible for what happens.

I've got an early call in the morning.

We'd better go.

- You know, I can take all the responsibility.

- That's a very noble delivery.

- You're right, but are you game?

No, I can't!

- Daniela?

Did I awaken you?

I'm at Tony's.

No, I'm all right.

Just feeling a little ashamed of myself.

You were right.

It worked.

Tony?

Tony, I'm sorry.

I've heard all the rumors about you around the lot,

and I deliberately bated you.

I wouldn't have gone through with it anyway.

Please forgive me.

- We're even.

I started out to see how far you'd go,

and it turned into being something else.

And what, I'm not sure.

- I wish somehow I could help you.

- You can.

Continue to go out with me.

- Another drink, Mr. Locke?

Mr. Locke, why don't you make movies anymore?

- Truly, by the time I learned to act,

it was already too late.

- What caused him to lose out I wonder?

- Court positioned a vice squad guy to follow Tony.

He beat her up, and the papers had a field day.

The studio dumped him.

Now, I guess the only thing he has now

is an old rundown bungalow, some people told me.

- I can see it all now.

Ex-movie idol that retired

and became a wealthy real estate owner

writes his memoir, that's the way to come out the book.

- You booked the star of the night.

- Him, not a chance.

He's too old for me.

- Maybe so, sweetie, maybe so.

- Alan, believe me.

I'd have rather taken a beating than have to tell you this,

but you've got to remember we're a public company.

The board has no choice.

That stuff's not going to help you.

- Can you give me a better suggestion

as to what in God's name can help me?

- Alan, get hold of yourself.

Your sexual behavior is none of my business,

but you must agree.

You and Dinah East were a hot item,

in every newspaper and fan magazine

from here to kingdom come.

- But that was 20 years ago.

It was over when I married Janet.

- That may be, but nine years ago

when we offered you the job as head resident lawyer

for the corporation, you insisted on keeping Dinah East

as the only client from your private practice.

I told you then it would be unethical and unlawful.

We all stuck by you and sympathized with you

when your wife committed suicide.

Now, we can't help but wonder why she did it.

- Get outta here, Hank.

Get outta here.

- Roger will take over in the morning.

There's no need for you to come in.

We'll have someone clean out your desk

and send your things out.

I'm sorry it happened,

but the corporation just can't afford the scandal.

- Who is it?

Bobby?

- Oh, it's me, Mr. Sloan.

I'm sorry to be late getting back.

- Oh, it's okay, Ms. Jenkins.

Do you know where Bobby is?

- No, sir.

He left here around noon and said to tell you he

wouldn't be back at all tonight.

He's staying over with a friend.

- Did he say what friend?

- No, sir.

Is there anything I can get you before I retire?

- No.

Good night.

- Good night, sir.

Aren't you going to say hello?

- Hello.

- I just heard on the radio about Dinah East on the way up.

Oh, that's a shocker.

- But life is full of shockers.

Like, why did you want to meet me way up here?

- Well, I told you my folks are outta town.

That leaves us the whole night for ourselves.

That should give you some idea.

- I'm getting a small glimmer.

Carolyn, wouldn't it be a little better in bed?

- We've done it in bed before, darling boy.

I thought we'd give

Mother Nature a chance.

- Now?

- Now.

- Okay, let's go.

- What are you so uptight about?

- Nothing.

- I bet it's because of your father.

Mama told me a long time ago that your father

and Diana East had quite a thing going

before he married your mother.

- My father was Dinah East's lawyer at one time.

And that's all he's ever been, her lawyer.

- Bobby?

- What?

- I was just thinking,

what would you do if you found out your father

was a pervert?

Well, he might be.

Look at what your mother did to herself.

She might've caught him in the act or something.

You said once he never goes out on dates.

Well put two and two together and you get.

You bastard!

- How did you and Dinah East make love?

Did you do it to her or did she do it to you?

Tell me, how was it?

Did you like it?

Answer me, did you like it?

Maybe you still do.

Is that why my mother blew her brains out?

- I've been sitting here thinking about myself.

I guess I didn't realize how much this affects you.

Funny.

After 20 years, I was almost secure in the fact that we,

we'd all go to our graves without anyone ever knowing.

Or ever being hurt.

When I met Dinah East,

she was well on her way to becoming a very rich,

very famous actress.

I was on my way to becoming the poorest,

most unknown lawyer in town.

Things were so bad I had to take small traffic liability

cases to stay alive.

One day, Dinah's car bumped into a man's station wagon.

And he came to me to represent him against her.

I called out at her studio and asked who her lawyer was,

and they said they'd have to get back to me.

A few hours later, she called herself.

She said she didn't have a lawyer,

which was pretty hard to believe, but turned out to be true.

The man wanted to make a huge case out of it,

said he had a back injury or something.

I knew he was lying.

There was only about a $100 worth of damage to the car,

so I told him to settle out of court.

You know, it was static at first, but Dinah gave in.

So, I wrote her a letter,

told her the whole thing had been dropped.

I sent the greedy little son of a bitch his 100 bucks.

That's when she asked me to become her lawyer.

Finally, I had a client who was a real good one.

According to all the gossip columnists and magazines,

she was having this, they described it,

"a torrid romance with Tony Locke."

His popularity was fading and after being bounced

from the lead in one of her pictures,

he completely disappeared.

So, I became her escort.

I met all kinds of people at the parties she took me to.

And my practice increased.

At that point, I met your mother.

And her father tried to induce me to join his law firm.

I refused, but Janet and I were attracted to each other.

So, when I wasn't on escort duty with Dinah, I took her out.

- Then are you trying to tell me,

in all that time, you didn't know Dinah was a man?

After all those parties and all that escorting,

didn't you ever take her home?

Surely to Christ, you did.

Something must have happened.

You were a stud in those days.

Didn't she try to put the make on ya?

- It was a Sunday afternoon

following my return from the South,

where I arranged for Jeff's unusual adoption.

Dinah phoned and asked me to meet her at her beach house.

I broke a date with Janet.

I got there shortly after lunch.

Dinah, the announcement that you've adopted a son

should come from the studio.

They'll send out a fantastic release,

carefully avoiding the details.

Your fans will eat it up.

I'll do it if you insist, but they'll do a much better job.

Let me stick to the legal end.

Oh, incidentally, the old judge was disappointed you

didn't show up personally.

- Alan, how much am I worth?

- What, in liquid assets?

You should know that as well as I.

You know, for not having had a business manager,

you've been a clever woman.

You've got in the neighborhood of a,

a quarter of a million bucks.

That's pretty damn good for four years

of playing movie star.

Hey, is something wrong?

- I want you to put everything I have

in the name of Jeffrey East.

- You mean set up a trust account,

payable in the event of your death.

- That's exactly what I don't mean.

- Then I don't understand.

- It's very simple, I want the boy protected.

- From what?

As your heir, he's automatically protected.

Well, you may have a point though.

I'll make out a will for you tomorrow morning.

- A will isn't what I'm talking about.

Suppose, well, suppose that sometime in the future,

something happened,

and they tried to take him away from me.

- Look, the child was born out of wedlock.

There wasn't even a birth certificate on record.

The judge was bonafide and I paid in cash,

if you're concerned about that.

- I'm not concerned about that.

There are other things to be considered.

- What?

- Other things.

Stop pushing me.

- I have to push you.

I haven't the foggiest notion what you're talking about.

Isn't it enough just to say I'm worried?

- Dinah, you've,

you've completely lost me.

- Trust me for now.

Try to understand and be my friend.

Just like you've always been.

- Wait a minute.

I thought we were a little more than friends.

Oh, come on now.

Am I all that bad?

I know I'm no Tony Locke but--

- Alan, aren't you going out

with Melvin Arnold's daughter?

- Well, sure, but what's that got to do with it?

I've dated a lot of girls.

It's been a habit of mine since puberty.

I seem to have a vague recollection that I've been

taking you out too.

- Well, it's different.

Our dates have been strictly.

- What, part of my job?

That's funny, I had the silliest idea they

were something special.

Please excuse me for getting out of line.

- Don't, Alan.

You are something special.

And I need you very much.

- Well, since that need is strictly at a professional level,

I suggest we get back to why you brought me out here.

- I told you, I'm worried about my son

if something should go wrong.

- Then you've got to tell me why!

This boy is yours in every legal sense of the word.

How can anybody take him away from you?

Are you planning a murder and spending the rest

of your life in jail?

Or do you have some strange incurable disease

like leprosy or maybe you're a kleptomaniac afraid

of getting caught or-- - No, no, no!

- Then tell me! - I can't!

- Then I'm afraid I can't help you on any level.

Oh my god.

I can't imagine how you ever had the nerve to do this.

- I told you where I came from.

Too much love

or too little of it.

Isn't that why people take chances?

- This whole situation stinks to high heaven.

I don't even know what to say to you anymore.

Or for that matter,

what to call you?

- Janet Arnold is a beautiful girl, Alan.

Marry her.

You live happily ever after.

The only thing I've ever wanted from you

was to handle my business affairs.

And I have to see that no harm comes to my son

should anything happen to me.

Alive

or dead.

- You know, I may not be too brilliant

in psychoanalyzing human behavior,

but I think you want to take that kid

and deal him the same crappy deal you got.

All this about too much love or too little.

You're nothing but a...

a deranged little faggot.

The female, right down to slapping as their sucking.

- I'm leaving tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock

to bring my son back.

You have until then to stop me and destroy me,

but just remember, you'll be destroying yourself too.

- Well, if that's the case,

and I'm condemned to live in hell with you,

I might as well enjoy the privileges of my sentence.

- No.

Alan.

No.

No, don't.

No!

- Come, isn't this the way you're kind does it, hm?

I can't stop you, Dinah.

Go ahead, call all the shots.

'Cause I can't even call myself a man anymore.

- Who is it?

Alan.

- Just a minute.

Can I come in?

- Of course.

What is it, what's wrong?

- I want to ask you a question.

- All right.

- Have you always thought of me as a man,

I mean, 100% male in every respect?

- Why, yes, Alan.

Have you had too much to drink?

- Oh, no, no, no.

But I never try anything with you.

Haven't you wondered why?

- No.

- I have.

I have wondered.

Just tonight, I've been wondering and wondering.

Look at you.

You're always so.

So, regal.

Yeah, that's the word, regal.

A man wouldn't go around trying to grope royalty,

now would he?

Hmm?

- If you had,

I certainly wouldn't be seeing you now.

- Oh, oh, oh, careful now, careful.

Don't lose that, that regal composure.

Tell me, princess,

have you ever taken any man to your private chambers?

Hmm?

Oh, come on, come on, fess up.

- You are drunk, you had better go.

- Have you ever had a man, Janet?

- Let go of my arm.

- Have ya?

- What difference does it make?

- I pray to God you have had a man,

so you can compare.

A short time later, she called and said she was pregnant.

I tried every way to make our marriage a success,

but she never forgave me.

And little by little-- - Did you ever love her?

- No.

No, I pitied her.

The only love I've ever known is what I feel for you.

- It's too hard to swallow.

Love for a son born out of rape?

No, that's much too heavy to swallow.

I'm gonna go find Jeff.

He's gotta be on a bad trip right now.

And I want him to know he's got company.

Hello?

- Hello, Mrs. Thurber, this is Jeff.

Is Debbie there?

Hello?

Hello, Mrs. Thurber?

Jeff, I don't think it would be wise

for you to speak with Debbie right now.

Mr. Thurber and I have had a talk with her and frankly,

under the circumstances, we would appreciate it

if you wouldn't try to see or contact Debbie again.

I naturally feel very sorry for you,

but I hope you understand our position.

We're extremely concerned about our daughter's welfare

and especially her future happiness.

- Is that the way Debbie feels?

We've explained to her.

Well, to be perfectly blunt, there'll always be a, a...

- A what?

I think I've made myself clear enough,

and I hope you'll abide by our wishes.

Goodbye!

Jeff, no, no, stop, don't!

Jeff?

Jeff?

- Gotcha!

- You cheated.

You cut across and cheated.

- You sorry I did?

- Just as long as you make an honest woman out of me now.

- Oh, man, what a corny line.

- You need to go through with this, don't you?

- I convince you?

- That just convinces me your mind only grooves

on one thing.

- Now, Debbie, we've agreed on every point

since the day we met

and marrying you is part of that agreement.

I'll even go through with all that phony bull your mother

calls a proper wedding.

I also happen to love you, have you considered that?

- Have you told your mother yet?

- We just told yours last night.

I'll tell her the minute she comes in this afternoon.

- Well, she's back now.

Great.

After seeing us like this,

she'll probably think it's a case of have to.

That's a super beginning.

- My mother and I have a very unusual rapport,

and seeing us like this won't

make any difference one way or the other.

I promise you.

- Well, I'd better get dressed.

- Mom?

Last night, Debbie and I told her folks

we want to get married.

Well, you were you sleeping this morning,

and you were gone this afternoon.

I was waiting until now to tell you.

- So.

Tell me.

- You're fantastic!

- Are you really in love?

- Look, it's never been necessary to keep anything from you,

and well I won't now.

Since I discovered what sex was all about,

well, I try to get laid whenever I could,

but I played it square, and I've never forced it.

Debbie's the one I want the rest of my life.

- And she feels the same way?

- Definitely, affirmative.

- That kind of love, it's pretty hard to come by.

I'm very glad if you found it, Jeff.

- You make that sound like...

Mom, when Alan Sloan's wife died,

I kind of thought you two might get back together again

or something.

- Alan and I

have always had a business arrangement.

It's true we dated years ago,

but that's all it was, strictly dating.

- You just stay cooped up in this house all the time.

You should go out more.

God knows you're the best looking mother

in the neighborhood.

- Now, I'll be the best looking grandmother.

Wrong, for the time being anyway.

And Debbie said, you'd probably think that.

Nope, I'm going to be the lawyer you always wanted me to be.

And that rules out kids for awhile.

We've both decided.

- She's very sensible, and so are you.

- Sure, we've got it made,

but that doesn't stop me worrying about you.

These drives you take every afternoon, they're not enough.

- They're enough.

- Well, you'll have to get out

and put in an appearance at the church.

We're having a huge wedding.

The Thurbers decided that one.

- I wouldn't miss it.

Now, well I got to take a shower.

Hey, Mom.

Has being a movie star and, well, having all this

really been enough?

- It's all I've ever needed,

and more than I ever dreamed possible.

Go on, get outta here.

Take your shower.

Jeff, Jeff?

- Who is it?

- It's Bobby.

Hi.

- Come on in.

Thought you might be one of those reporters again.

- Christ, are you here alone?

- No, Tank's in his room.

Poor guy, feels everything that has happened's his fault.

Want a drink?

- No thanks.

- There's some coffee here.

Probably bitter as hell.

- You feel like talking?

- Sure, why not?

- It may help, for both of us.

- I can only give you bits and pieces.

I was taking a nap and I woke up with somebody

pounding on the front door.

I came down and opened it and

some cops pushed Tank inside, and he was yelling,

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

Then the phone started to ring.

And before I could ask what was going on,

a guy came in with a camera, some lights flashed in my face.

Another guy stuck a microphone in front of me

and said, "Are you Dinah East's son?"

And I said, "Yes.

And he said...

He said, "Did you know your mother was a man?"

The cops got everybody outside

and helped me take Tank down to his room.

And they gave me a card.

It said where the body had been taken.

And they left.

- Jeff, did you know about your--

- No.

No, I called your father.

I figured he'd tell me the truth.

He told me, the truth.

- I, I don't--

- He's handling everything.

So, all I have to do is

just sit and...

Oh God, I loved her so!

Can't you see, I don't give a what she was or what she did?

It's what she was to me!

It's what she was to me!

- Hey!

- Okay.

- Come on, come on, come on!

- That's it. - Couple more, huh?

- No more.

- All right. - Thanks, mate.

- Okay, I'll see ya. - Okay.

Hey, what are you doing here on a Saturday?

Huh?

I am doing photo layout for Intrigue.

- Oh, how beautiful.

You must be one of those movie stars.

Who was that?

- Tank Swenson.

He's the new instructor, the boxing instructor

on my new picture.

- He's huge.

Aren't you afraid of him?

- No, why, are you?

Terrified.

- He's gonna fight Friday night.

Would you like to go with me?

- Me, at the fights?

- It's good for you, huh?

- Why not, I've never been to a fight before.

- Good, we'll make it a date.

See ya. - Okay, okay.

- Get him!

- Oh, Dinah, there's a call for you.

- For me, who is it?

- He says his name is Tank Swenson.

- Well, tell him I'm...

Nevermind, I'll take it.

Hello?

Yes. Mr. Swenson, I know who you are.

Well, I'm afraid that would be impossible.

But I never go out when I'm shooting.

Beg your pardon?

Well, that's very nice of you but.

But you don't seem to understand, I...

It's not that you're not.

I realize that.

and found us in love

such a pleasure, in love

are tied with ribbon

wants and needs me

now sees me in love

- No!

are tied with ribbon

wants and needs me

now sees me in love

- Aren't you freezing to death?

That water must be like ice.

- No, it's good for you.

Good for the circulation, makes the blood flow.

- I'll never understand fighters.

Everything you do is aimed at some punishment.

- Maybe, but the pay is good.

- When you win it is.

I'm sorry.

You're worried about tomorrow night, aren't you?

Tank, what happens if you lose again?

I mean, what will happen to you?

Where will you go?

Tank.

Look at me, I want to help you.

- Why?

- Because...

Because I think I'm in love with you.

- Nobody's ever been in love with me.

Oh, if I win and have the money they love me.

But when I lose, when I lose.

- And you think I'm like them?

I know our relationship isn't exactly normal.

- It makes no difference to me

whether you're a man or a woman.

I told you before I was a fighter,

I stood on the street corners and hustled the old guys.

It makes no difference to me now or ever,

if what you say about loving me is the truth.

Anyway, tomorrow night after it's all over,

we'll both know.

Eight, nine, 10.

Well, fight fans, I think this just about

wraps up the career of Tank Swenson.

Swenson has lost his last three bouts in a row.

Tank, put me down, put me down.

Tank, stop it, no, stop.

Tank, I love you so.

Down here, we have the world to ourselves.

Oh, Tank, I do love you.

What are you doing?

I'm burning an old letter from a woman

offering to sell me her son.

There's no reason now for anyone to ever read it.

- It just goes to show ya.

They really put the world on ya then try harder.

- Yeah, man, but who wants to go to that much trouble?