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A beautiful city, New York.

Exciting, challenging, and an invitation to people engaged in creative pursuits.

The story we're about to tell you is a true one.

It's the story of the making of a motion picture.

In this handsome house in the exclusive East 60s, three men met some months ago

to plan a film.

At the conference were the writer, the producer, and the director.

I'll tell you, boys, somehow I got a feeling this will be a good picture.

Eddie and I went over the whole story together, Joe.

We changed a few things here and there.

When do you want to get this picture done, Joe?

Are we going to be rushed or is it going to be like Hollywood, sitting around a

pool for six months?

Six months?

Look, Bobby, you're lucky you get six weeks.

But, Joe, are we all set on the leading characters of the film?

I mean, do we all agree on who they are, what they are, what they do, and so on?

I'll tell you what we'll do.

Let's get a character profile of our leading people.

First, our lead, Liz Adams, a dark-haired, beautiful girl.

She's come to New York hoping for a big chance in the theater.

The part of Liz Adams is played by Lana Lynn, the exciting young actress who's

appeared in many TV series, as well as many motion pictures where her beauty

was a great asset.

Liz Adams finds that she becomes involved most willingly with a horde of

men as she tries to move up from hamburger stands to the luxuries which

she feels she should have.

Unfortunately for Liz, she's something of an infomaniac.

She thinks of herself as an expert on sex. When Liz touches a man or is about

to become involved with one, she can't get enough of him.

For a girl trying to work her way up in the theater, this can be a help or a

hazard. Connie Mason.

Sweet, lovable.

The type of girl everyone would like to come home to.

She's a girl of fine figure and face.

Playing the part of Connie Mason is that well-known beauty queen from Texas, Miss

Rusty Allen.

Connie Mason is a fine girl.

whose main goal in New York is to find the future father of her children.

Connie goes to two kinds of parties, the proud and the profane.

As she walks down the street, men stop to turn and stare.

They'd be surprised to know that she likes nothing better than playing with

children and listening to symphonies.

Connie Mason, the ingenue of our film.

Barry Coleman, a bright, serious fellow hoping to get ahead in the world.

The part of Barry is played by Ken Curtin.

a young actor who's appeared in several European films in roles requiring great

range of expression and nuance of style.

Baxter Standish, young actor and singer.

In this film, the part of Baxter is that of a lover as well as an actor.

Anthony Ford, a young drama student, plays this role with the authority of

first-hand experience.

In the film, Baxter is just one of the many men drawn to Liz Adams.

In her need for men, she does not turn down their advances.

The men she gets involved with, like Baxter, are those who function in the

little world she's built for herself.

The daily contact of flesh on flesh, even though it's supposed to be make

-believe, can cause suppressed passions to boil to the surface, to expose

everyone around to the stirring effects of morality gone wild.

When Baxter and Liz touch, a spark flashes, which is soon extinguished when

another man comes along and makes a new rule in the game of love.

Douglas Baines, director of the Leslie Carter Theater.

Doug Baines is a man of great talent in New York's theatrical world.

One day, he'll be a top Broadway figure.

Right now, he's a ladies' man as well as a fine director.

The part is played by John Lyon, also an experienced actor whom Hollywood has

beckoned several times.

At the theater, Doug Baines is in a position to meet hundreds of lovely

girls, but this one really gets under his skin.

He determines to find out all he can about the girl.

what her views of the theater are and her views about life and love.

She's such a delicious and delectable creature, he can't keep his hands off

her. And she doesn't want him to.

Leslie Carter, millionaire, sportsman, patron of the arts, is a man with the

essential things in life. Money, apartments, beach houses, girls, money,

girls, girls, and even more money. He works hard and he plays hard.

The role is portrayed by Lonnie Maggio, who's making his motion picture debut.

Maggio is a throwback to the days of Bogart.

Women are important to Carter, and Liz seems to give him a jolt whenever he

looks at her. As the owner of the Leslie Carter Theater, he can watch rehearsals

whenever he wants to.

From the first play kiss with Liz, Carter knows that he wants this girl.

The shrewdest, most cunning girl will become a piece of putty at the sight of

an overfed wallet.

And so on with the story.

Liz Adams has already laid her plans in her mind.

It's the theater as the swiftest way to money and influence.

Yes?

Yes, this is Connie Jackson.

Oh, it's a lovely apartment. It has air conditioning and lots of nice touches.

Good, I'll see you then.

Well, this is it. Hey, this is very nice.

I like it.

Can I see the rest of the apartment?

Sure.

Don't look in my closet, though. It's a mess.

That's my shameful secret.

The kitchen's over this way.

Oh, an espresso machine.

No, that's an old milk can. I think.

Whatever it is, I think it's beautiful.

Anyway, I'd better tell you about myself.

Now, don't snore at night.

And I don't even mess in the bathroom, and I'm a pretty good cook. And if it's

all right with you, I'd like to move in today.

Fine.

Shake, roommate. Fine.

A good omen of things to come.

First day she tries to get a place and this fine apartment turns up.

Nice apartment, nice roommate.

Now she can get down to business.

Back to the apartment with just the basic clothes a girl needs for the

initial weeks in New York.

Liz can't wait to start filling up her closet with all the fine clothes which

are available to pretty girls.

Maybe if she's lucky, someone else will pick up the tab.

But a girl has to rest before she runs.

This Connie seems a swell kid to Liz.

She's even given her a whole closet for herself.

When a girl does that, why, you've found a real jewel.

Liz realizes Connie could give her a run for her money if they ever had eyes for

the same man.

But they'll work things out.

There are enough men to go around.

Liz figures as long as Connie stays out of her affairs, she'll do the same for

Connie, and they'll be able to get along great.

Tonight, Liz gets to the bathtub first. Before long, the girls will have to work

out some kind of arrangement.

And let's hope Liz washes the tub when she's through with it. Connie likes

rings, as any girl does, but on her fingers, not in her bathtub.

And as for stockings, it's okay to let them dry in the bathroom, but Liz had

better get them on her legs or in the drawer when they're dry.

Connie likes a ship-shaped living arrangement, and there's no money for

maid service.

It's bright and early for the girls the next morning.

Connie's got a job to get to, and Liz can't see any sense in wasting the sun.

There's a whole new world waiting for her out there.

Thus far, the producer, the director, and the writer have been able to begin

their character outline.

But it always happens that as you get into the story, you have to take stock

of what's happening to your characters.

They knew that Connie was a beauty, they knew she was a serious-minded girl, and

they knew that she had a pretty good job. But what kind of career should she

have?

There's a run on bikinis this season at the showroom.

It gives the boys a chance to display Connie's beautiful figure.

Wait. Connie's our good girl. She should be more covered up.

People are more broad-minded today.

If it's an innocent situation as this is, she could even be nude.

Although, in effect, Connie was the heroine of the story, the men found

themselves fascinated by Liz.

Men are always attracted by dangerous women.

Today, she's got some time to kill, so she goes down to Greenwich Village.

This city within a city is a place of many contrasts. By day, it's a simple

place where old women sun themselves and children play in the parks.

Liz is enchanted by the scene before her.

She's also a bit surprised.

Where are the so-called outcasts she's heard so much about? By day, the people

she's looking for are probably sleeping off the previous night's merriment.

Liz marvels that this could really be New York.

Innocent-looking kids running around trying to escape the heat of the city.

Old men playing chess and checkers.

She decides that she should have come to New York much sooner.

However, for a girl like Liz, enough kids are enough.

Now off for a pursuit of faster game, if there's any to be found.

She instinctively seems to head for the main artery of unrestricted village

nightlife. Somehow girls like Liz have a sixth sense for nosing out such places.

At night, this street explodes with the gaiety of thousands of native villagers

and accompanying tourist crowds.

Wild scenes of merriment are likely to be taking place at any one of these drab

-looking buildings.

Liz is somewhat exhausted by all the walking, so she takes a cup of coffee

and hopes in a way that some bearded villager will pick her up.

Coffee there, franks and orange drink here.

Liz is determined to see if she can promote a little adventure today.

This is all an intoxicating experience for Liz.

What a place, she thinks. Kids, culture and sex, all in one neighborhood.

Still haven't seen any suspicious-looking people, she thinks.

For a second, she wonders if the stories are a lot of hot air.

Today, on her first day in the village, Liz is unaware that this is really just

a small-town neighborhood, and the straight people living and working here

far outnumber the oddball who give the village its sordid reputation.

Still, she knows that down here is where she's going to get her big chance when

she goes to see the director the following day.

She knows that shortly...

A girl with her looks is going to be swept into the full round of exciting

and sensuous activities.

What about Barry?

Oh, you mean Cully's boyfriend?

He's an up-and-coming young photographer.

Shoots still lives.

Maybe shoots girls.

Now there's Barry now in his studio.

Lots of professional equipment. Just the thing to go far in this business.

Oh, that's a lovely young lady. She's very nice. Oh, yes. I like her. Very

good. Well, what's she doing here? Isn't she supposed to come in later in the

story? Get around.

By now, the story was rolling along in the minds of the men.

They delineated their main characters, Liz Adams, Connie Mason, her boyfriend

Barry, and the others.

After a hard day under the bright studio lights, it's really relaxing to take a

stroll with a beautiful girl into the little food shops and wine stores, and a

meal can be planned worthy of a French chef.

Connie's a good cook.

After all, she's hoping to get married someday.

Maybe Barry will be the lucky guy.

It's a pleasant surprise for Barry to discover that he'll have dinner with two

beautiful girls instead of only one.

Liz likes what she sees in Barry, and she knows her roommate won't mind if she

does a little innocent flirting.

What could happen?

Connie's right there, and Liz hasn't danced in ages.

But girls are funny sometimes.

An inch too close to her boyfriend, and Connie's beginning to wonder about this

new roommate of hers.

Did she make a mistake?

Or is she just being overcautious?

The next day was the big one for Liz.

She had her photo, her resume, and her letter of introduction, and she hoped

that today might be the beginning of a glorious career in the theater.

It was like entering some great temple for Liz, and the first thing you know,

she passed a charming fellow, probably an actor from the looks of him.

Douglas Baines, the director of the theater.

He'd built quite a reputation for himself, and had also discovered a

number of promising young actresses.

When Liz came in, he was amused.

She seemed frightened of him.

Silly girl.

Doug wanted to be helpful.

Liz showed him her photos.

And he wondered about all the experience she had listed on the back of it.

But she insisted that she'd done a lot of acting in her hometown and also had

done a lot of summer stock.

So she wasn't entirely a beginner.

And if Baines would give her a chance, she'd show him she knew a thing or two

about acting.

Some girls are sure about their talents, and Liz had no qualms about blowing her

own horn.

She read a few lines for Doug.

And she sounded okay.

Even without rehearsal.

He introduced her to Baxter, a young actor in the company.

Then Douglas sent them off to work in a scene.

She was in.

Now Liz hopes to begin her long climb to the heights of stardom.

First, the off-Broadway theater, then on-Broadway, and the first-night critics

hailing her as one of the greats. And then Hollywood itself.

Millions of dollars to earn, millions of fans to worship her.

Nothing would stop her now.

The men were in high gear now.

Their characters were taking shape.

They knew that Connie was deceptive in a way.

Such beauty, a kind of ethereal thing you would expect in some legendary

character like Snow White.

Yet the reality of it all was that she was a living, breathing girl.

She had the normal appetites of a normal girl, and an outlook that was modern

without being in any possible way immoral.

As a bathing suit model, this girl would come under the eyes of many men.

who would be under the impression that she was an easy mark.

But great beauty does not go with great looseness of moral fiber.

No, Connie had found out that modeling could bring her the greatest income for

a girl of her education.

At the showroom, she often had occasion to exhibit her semi-nude body to a room

full of buyers, both male and female.

But Connie, although propositioned several times a day, was scornful of the

passes made at her.

She knew that one of these days a fellow would really love her.

and asked her to become his wife.

By day, she's a sexy figure, modeling bathing suits so that the women of the

nation can attract their future husbands.

By night, instead of being the gallivanting playgirl, Connie's more

likely to sit at home doing her nails and hair.

Sure, I'd love to do a set of nudes for your magazine.

Have you got anything special in mind?

Violent and passionate females, eh?

Sure, those kind of girls are just my meat.

Uh, I know a few girls who look like they're ready for love at any hour of

the day.

I'll mess up their hair a little, set them against some bright colors, and,

man, I'll claw their way right out of the pages.

Right, I'll line up the girls right away.

You'll have some proofs the beginning of next week.

Right, okay.

Bye-bye, Mr. Stronsky.

At this point, the creative men felt that a little time should be spent

following up what happened to Liz and Baxter.

But it says here in the script that she's dressed in a slip.

You want to take your dress off?

Ah, the big bad city wolf.

Okay, but remember it's only a play.

You got nothing to worry about. I used to be a boy scout.

Let's take it from the top Evening Rosie Why you sure look pretty

standing there like that?

You've seen enough Henry now get out of here. Don't come back unless I ask Don't

make me laugh.

I Know what you've been doing with them other guys The whole town knows about

it. Don't try and pretend you're sweet and innocent with me I'm not pretending

nothing, but I'm not

And when I am, I do the picking and I do the choosing.

And I sure ain't choosing you.

Now get before I call Mr. Mason.

I'll go after I get what I came for. I'm as good as any of those other guys

you've been with.

Before I'm through with you, honey, you're going to be right in the mood for

the kind of loving I'm going to give you.

Stay away from me, Henry, or I'll bite your skull.

You go ahead and try.

I'll whoop you like you should have been long ago.

Be flowing through with you, baby.

You're going to be in the kind of mood for the love that I'm going to give you.

Hi, kids.

It's not what you think. We were just rehearsing, weren't we, Baxter?

Yes, unfortunately, just rehearsing.

That's what I call living theater.

It seemed that Liz was off to a flying start on her ladder of conquest.

If that was only a rehearsal, the actual performance at the theater should really

be something.

Doug was tremendously impressed with Liz.

She was a natural, it seemed to him.

The part of the sensual southern girl was really cut out for her.

Somehow he had the feeling that the dark, tempestuous looks of the girl were

echoed in her own personal emotions.

He looked at Baxter and laughed.

So he thinks he has first call on the girl, does he?

Well, Doug may be serious about the theater and all that, but he's still a

human being.

When a girl like Liz comes along who seems to be amenable to a little

intimate conversation, Doug would be a fool not to pull rank.

After all, there's a lot of polishing the aspiring young actress needs.

So long, Baxter, old boy.

Douglas Baines is no naive, phony stage director.

He's a hard worker, a craftsman, and an up-and-coming force in the theater.

Aside from the satisfactions of doing a good job with the cast, Doug takes

advantage of another gift which is available to him at all times.

Girls.

Dozens of them. Lovely, sylph-like things in some cases.

Dark, brooding females in other cases.

Doug likes his work.

When a girl like Liz seems to be ready to pass out her favors, why should Doug

deny himself?

Sure, he's a serious fellow, but there's also time for play.

Liz Adams is next on his list, and he knows that his instincts are not wrong.

This is a girl with a driving ambition which will get her either to the top of

a heap or plunge her into assorted obscurity.

Doug is a master at working on a girl.

For him, the supreme pleasure is not in the conquest of a girl's emotions.

That's for truck drivers.

No, Doug is cut from a different piece of lumber.

First, the gentlemanly approach.

A sharing of the beauties of nature.

A mutual awareness of the glories of civilized living.

Of soaring architecture.

Of swift cars.

Of fine food and drink.

Let the girl know that her mind and intellect are appreciated.

Every girl has a basic set of female equipment.

It's stupid to pay too direct attention to it.

That's okay with girls who never have a date.

It flatters them.

But girls like Liz are different.

From the time they first became women, Liz's type has known what it is to be

run after by boys.

When they hit the age of 21, it doesn't impress them to be pawed and mooned

over.

Doug knows this, and he stopped making mistakes long ago.

His secrets for getting a girl to play ball are fundamental to all

sophisticated men.

First, politeness.

Even the communist girl likes to believe she's a princess in her man's eyes.

Secondly... Doug suits the conversation to the girl's interests and knowledge.

If she knows nothing about the theater, then he only talks about it from a

general viewpoint.

Who he knows, what the critics say about him, what his hopes and ambitions are.

That way, the girl feels that she contributes to the conversation without

showing her ignorance.

If the girl's an actress like Liz, Doug gets a little technical.

He talks about theatrical interpretation and all the other nuances of talk which

will lead the girl into expressing her own opinions.

Then he tells her about his future plans.

Sooner or later, the girl will get the idea that maybe she can move up in the

world.

Doug was already impressing Liz.

He hinted at big things to come if Liz played her cards right.

But he was never vulgar or direct.

In addition, Doug acts as the worldly host.

He shows the girl the city and spends money on her without being ostentatious.

The tour of Central Park was a revelation to Liz.

What a beautiful city to have come to.

At the fashionable St. Moritz Hotel, facing Central Park, Doug is known by

the head waiter.

This may seem like a questionable point of pride, but it hints at his being a

man about town.

It also tells Liz that Doug has been here before, probably with other pretty

girls. She wonders if they're still around.

She also wonders if they're in the running for any leads in Doug's plays.

As the evening wears on into early night, Doug decides that it's time to

begin closing the net around the mermaid.

He's already forced from talking about cultured things.

Now it's time to bring this new relationship up to a more serious level.

He must discuss her coming career in more specific terms.

Liz does not object.

In fact, she's been wondering when this guy's going to stop talking and get down

to business.

You know, my dear, with a few connections and a push in the right

direction, Liz, you could make it big.

That would be great.

What about this play you're doing?

Couldn't you consider me for the lead? I know I could do it.

Oh, now, Liz, every pretty little girl wants to be a lead in a play.

And you know you're very inexperienced.

Just give me a chance.

Work with me. I know I can bring it off.

Well, that would take a lot of time and work, wouldn't it?

And what would I get out of it?

Isn't it an ancient and honorable tradition in the theater that the

leading lady gets to sleep with her director?

Well, my dear, for a...

Such a small-town girl, you certainly do know how to live life well, don't you?

Doug, I haven't any illusions.

I didn't come up here just for a drink.

You're a very attractive guy.

Let's face it, a girl feels the same way about love as a man does.

Most girls won't admit it, but believe me, it's true.

It seemed like such a simple way for a girl to climb the stairs to stardom.

Now, gentlemen, this is an awfully ruthless girl.

I don't know. We need this for conflict. She's written that way, Joe. I think

it's good. Yes, let's just go on.

Leslie Carter, man of big deals and big money.

As the writer Ed saw Leslie, he was a man who had started with little and

worked his way up.

The producer let Ed develop this character by himself.

Ed, one of the most promising writers of the decade, had a way with characters

like Leslie.

First, his mistress.

A man like Leslie would have indulged himself in someone like a Mimi.

Born to poverty, Leslie, who was born Luigi Cariaccio, long dreamed of the day

when he might be rich.

Starting out as a simple kneader of dough in an Italian restaurant, Leslie

soon bulldozed his way into becoming a waiter.

One day, he decided that he wanted the head waiter's job.

The man made more than double what Leslie made.

He arranged to have the head waiter depart the premises in a simple fashion.

He threatened them.

Being a coward, the man took off for destinations unknown.

Leslie became the new head waiter.

One or two of the older waiters were indignant about such a young man taking

the coveted position.

One night in back of the restaurant, Leslie persuaded them that they were

wrong about his new job.

After the doctors laid in the stitches, there was no more discussion about who

should be the head waiter.

From head waiter, Leslie moved on to bigger things.

First, he thought of opening his own restaurant. Then, looking into things,

he decided that it would be better to sell the food to restaurants.

The owner of the place Leslie worked in was easily convinced that he should give

Leslie a contract to supply him with spaghetti and linens and sauces and all

the things which comprise a fine restaurant.

What Leslie lacked in intellect, he made up in muscle and bony fists.

Soon after, he began to earn big money.

Ambition hit Leslie, and he began to read stories about the really great men

of finance in America.

Rockefeller, Ford, Giannini, Capone.

These men became his idols.

Suddenly, Leslie discovered that he was not the strong-arm boy he'd always

thought of himself as.

He began to be aware that he had a brain. He developed it.

Soon, the two-fisted lout became a man of education and sophistication.

At this point in his career, he changed his name to Leslie Carter.

Turning from putting the strong arm on old Italian restaurant owners, Leslie

began to broaden his horizons.

He put the strong arm on a stocks and bonds firm in Wall Street.

Approaching the president of the company, five minutes behind closed

doors saw him become a full partner.

He made his first inroad into the world of high finance.

After his new partner had taken a much needed rest, Leslie had him show him the

ropes in Wall Street.

Soon he learned with the best of the blue blood crowd how to spread rumors,

lie about company earnings, and lie in wait for big killings in the market.

It was not long before Leslie and his partner had earned a million dollars in

the market.

He also ascended to the rights of rich men, fine cars and fast women.

Now he's begun to tire of his present mistress.

Mimi Schlang, once a simple counter girl in a five and dime store, has moved up

in the world.

She's the mistress of this famous millionaire.

The trouble is, she's begun to love the good things in life just a bit too much.

Somehow, when a girl like Mimi begins to fall apart, the disintegration comes

with terrifying swiftness.

The first lines appear where they should after another ten years.

In her haste to remain young-looking, the girl tries to act gayer than ever.

She covers her face with creams and lotions and begins to seek that extra

help in seeming to be a fun companion.

She starts loosening up with a round or two of alcohol.

This is what has happened to Mimi.

Leslie, fed up with Mimi anyway, finds his interest aroused when Doug calls up

about his new find.

Doug tells Leslie that he's discovered a girl with great beauty and considerable

talent.

He raves about the girl to such a degree that Leslie gets really curious.

He's just about decided to unload Mimi and wonders if this new girl might be a

suitable replacement.

If the girl is as attractive as Doug says she is.

Leaving Mimi to her beloved companion... Leslie decides to go down and see for

himself what Doug's talking about.

Now that he's tired of Mimi, Leslie, fishing for new trout, has checked his

bank balance for a piece of new bait.

He hopes that the fish he'll catch will prove tasty indeed.

When he walks into the theater and sees the rehearsal, he finds himself

instantly excited.

What a magnificent female animal this girl is.

He knows immediately that she has something.

He also just as swiftly knows he wants it.

From the first moment he takes to her, he's enchanted.

As for Liz, her sixth sense tells her that this is the man who plays the

fiddle which makes even Doug dance.

She has no regrets for what she and Doug have done.

She at least got the opportunity to meet Leslie Carter.

Now she's moving into the big time.

Harry, the director, thought it might be time to see what Barry, the

photographer, was up to.

Ed, the writer, who felt the film should be done in color, pointed out how it

would enhance scenes like the one to follow.

Ed the writer was still adamant about using color in the film.

It seemed that if the entire film were in color, it'd be much more enjoyable.

Joe, as usual, the money-minded producer, kept putting his foot down.

Although they had enough money to do the picture, the budget was still not large

enough to turn out anything but a black-and-white movie.

Harry, always the arch-politician in these discussions, usually sided with

the producer.

In New York, there's an institution known as the Cocktail Party.

No matter who you are, you're nothing until you've either given or been to a

cocktail party.

Usually, they start toward the end of a working day, about five in the

afternoon.

But Leslie's too busy for weekday parties.

So this bright Sunday, Leslie's taken time off from his labor of love, making

money, and is having a coming-out party for Liz.

He's gotten rid of his former mistress, or at least he thinks he has.

Leslie's penthouse apartment overlooks the most fashionable part of New York.

The towering park hotels, the green panorama of Central Park, the RCA

building, all these monuments to New York are seen from his terrace.

This man knows how to live well.

Since the Internal Revenue Department has declared itself into his will as a

beneficiary against his wishes, Leslie is determined to live it up during his

remaining years.

The party's a success.

Almost any New York cocktail party is.

The secret is to drink three fast martinis or scotches and then laugh

constantly, all the time agreeing with what the other person is saying.

Anyone who's serious for more than 30 seconds is sliced off the guest list for

the next round of frivolity.

Connie has been invited to the party because Liz feels a little sorry for

her. Not too sorry. A girl like Liz can't understand carrying the torch for

a guy.

To her, the only difference between men is status and money.

The more of both, the more attractive the man is, even if he's King Kong.

Money makes any man a prince charming to this girl.

Mimi is one of those insufferable girls who thinks it's cute to have what she

calls a little drinking.

Now, drunk again, she decides she wants to talk to Leslie.

She begins to think about all the nice things her keeper will get for her.

With each sip of her drink, she sees an ever-mounting pile of furs, clothes,

jewelry, and all the other things she thinks life owes her.

If she only knew what was going on out on the terrace.

Girls like Mimi are always the last to realize when the party's over for them.

Right now, Leslie doesn't even give her a single thought.

With men like Leslie, women are playthings. They're expensive, but that

doesn't bother these fellows.

With bought women, they can feel free to treat them like dirt if they feel like

it. They couldn't get away with that with a wife.

Leslie's annoyed at being called away from his new girl.

When he finds out that it's Mimi, he tries to control his temper.

Sure, he can yell and scream as well as the next guy, but he realizes that with

a drunk stiff like Mimi, you have to have more pity than anger.

She's just a mistress reaching the end of the line with her benefactor.

Leslie thinks about Liz out on the terrace.

He makes a comparison.

Talking with Mimi, once a time of amusement and delight, now seems

excruciatingly boring.

He wonders what he ever saw in this ridiculous person in the first place.

Just talking to Mimi makes Liz seem ten times as desirable.

He contrasts Liz's youthful suppleness with Mimi's growing set of wrinkles.

Each drink seems to etch another line of the face.

The mouth, as he sees it over the phone, is slack with drunken stupidity.

The bright girl of three years ago has become an intense irritation to Leslie.

On the terrace, the guests are having a fine time.

Account executives from advertising agencies are piling point upon point

with prospective employers and clients.

And a few men here and there are laying the groundwork for an affair in the

future.

Will this stupid woman ever get off this phone?

Leslie wishes he were more of a tough guy. Then he'd just tell her to jump

four times into a lake and come up three times. But not Leslie.

Mimi, clutching her main interest in life, is fighting for her future.

She reminds Leslie of the many good times they had together.

But it's different now.

To even touch this creature is disgusting to Leslie.

Leslie promises to see Mimi in a week. He tells her he has some important

business to take care of.

He wonders just how much he should give her to pay her off. No hard feelings,

just hard cash.

Well, enough of the lush. He wants to get back to Liz.

Meanwhile, back at the bottle, a stoned Mimi is planning all sorts of sexy

things to wear for Leslie's visit. She's confident that she'll be able to cement

him back to her with a display of affection and tender caresses.

What she doesn't know is that her once tender touch is now like the grating of

sandpaper across his cheek.

Connie is feeling just plain lousy. Two times by her boyfriend, Mr. Hendricks at

the showroom beginning to bother her for a date.

Life is becoming something of a drag for the girl.

At this point, the producer, director, and writer realize that they had to have

Connie react to the circumstances which have made her miserable.

Harry suggests that she should throw herself right into the thick of the

sophisticated crowd and be on the make for every man in sight.

Harry's reasoning is that the events will be too much for this sweet child.

Betrayed by her first lover, overworked at the showroom.

Now she's at this party for Liz, and she sees that Virtue's reward is a flannel

nightgown and a cup of warm milk before going to bed.

Liz is beginning to come home with fur pieces, gold cigarette lighters, and

spending money which her folks never sent from home.

Harry says, let her have a good time. Let her show these New Yorkers. The girl

from Troy, New York, knows how to tinkle the ice cubes and really cut loose.

Joe, the producer, put his foot down.

Sure, she might be bowled over by things piling up, but she's a decent girl.

She's not about to turn slut after a couple of drinks.

In the meantime, Liz is a smashing success.

To celebrate her successful debut, Leslie's made a little trip to

Tiffany's, a little store which sells the kind of ice which doesn't melt.

At this rate, the Internal Revenue Department won't have anything to swell

their pockets when Leslie's hijinks take their toll on his system.

He's getting a bit old to handle a girl like Liz, but he likes to have her

around.

The men develop their plot further.

Leslie had a fine house on Fire Island, and they'd make use of it in the story.

Summer, and just the perfect time for relaxation on a weekend.

Leslie, being a rich man, has bought himself a house on Fire Island.

The island is the playground of the well-heeled crowd from New York.

This weekend, Leslie is acting the munificent host, and has asked Liz if

she'd like to bring along a couple of her girlfriends.

Sure, says Liz, the kids would love to spend a whole weekend at the beach.

Well, who should she bring, she wondered.

Well, first, Connie.

Have to do that.

The poor kid's still in the dumps thanks to her philandering boyfriend.

Helga, a lovely blonde German girl.

And finally, Tracy, Liz's cousin.

They look enough alike to be sisters.

But Tracy's a little different. She's not man-crazy or so hell-bent on making

the big time.

Not like Liz, who's looking for some caviar, a jug of scotch, and a vigorous

man to curl up with.

Leslie's looking forward to this weekend.

It's been fun showing Liz the town and letting her get a real taste of what

money can do.

For the first time in her life, Liz knows what it is to point at something

and say, Gimme.

Presto, no sugar plum fairy comes forth.

Rather, her sugar datums.

She can snap her fingers, and magically, Leslie is there, open checkbook

extended. Is there any fool like an old one?

But as far as Leslie's concerned, he's getting his money's worth.

He's no dope either.

He knows that without the long green stuff, he'd just be one of the guys

standing on the corner watching all the Liz's of the world twitch past him.

But at this stage in his life, Leslie couldn't care less that he's being taken

for a little ride by Liz.

When all the shooting's over, it'll still be Leslie who's holding the cash

box. And if Liz decides to take off, why, that's tough tiddlywinks. For her,

not him.

Leslie's had his little flings before.

As for marriage, Leslie's too smart for that.

He's seen too many of his other rich friends marry some little cream puff,

and a year later, the girl yells mental cruelty, and his friend is standing

around like a dope while a judge is emptying his pockets and shoveling it

all into the girl's mink-lined piggy bank.

Not for Leslie, such a deal.

Nope, he'll take his girls as they come.

He's a strong believer in the installment plan.

Helga, the blonde German girl, is new to Leslie.

She's a secretary in a suntan lotion factory, and she's brought along a

supply for the weekend.

They're all needed. The girl's a nudist.

When Liz first heard about this, she was shocked.

Then Helga explained a few things.

Liz was surprised to learn that everything was proper and on the up and

up at a nudist camp.

Anyway, there's nothing wrong with nudism. It's one of the most popular

family pastimes in the world.

In the United States alone, There are hundreds of nudist camps spread around

the whole country.

And who goes to these camps?

Mostly entire families of excellent reputation.

They support this modern form of health-seeking.

They pile into their cars, just like Leslie and the girls, and off they go to

their favorite camp.

Sometimes it's in the woods, in the midst of soaring trees and imposing

mountains.

Nature is impressed upon their minds at every glance.

The long miles were soon behind Leslie and his cubby of peacocks.

The two hours on the road had seemed to pass like the shadow of a thin man.

Ahead, Bayshore, Long Island.

And now, a pleasant half hour on a ferry.

And then, Fire Island itself.

For Connie, this little holiday is not as much fun as it might be.

She's wondering if Barry has ever gotten around to leaving that studio of his.

If it were really a den of iniquity, a 30 by 40 bedroom.

Bayshore, Long Island.

and the beginning of the delightful trip across the bay.

The car well cared for for the weekend, Leslie and the girls are looking forward

to a relaxing ride which almost can seem like a sea voyage.

On the walk, dozens of other people who share the same expectations of a couple

of days in the Fire Island sun and surf.

The ride itself will take about half an hour.

Plenty of time to forget the long ride out from New York City.

What a great feeling for the girls to be able to wear the kind of resort clothes

which really take away the cares of city living with all its soot and grime.

Up on the boat, a solidly designed affair which can accommodate a hundred

passengers.

Naturally, on such a day, they take the upper deck where they can see the whole

bay with its lusciously blue waters and waves of sparkling white caps.

It's a paradise for girls marooned all week in the granite canyons of the city.

As luck falls for them, they've got seats at the side of the ferry.

The rest of the passengers are just as eager to get going as they are.

Leslie must love being surrounded by such girls.

With a bong and a cheer, the crowd is off for the magical island.

And the boat is off on its too short journey across this lovely bay, one of

the few of its kind in the world.

It must be wonderful to be as rich as Leslie and be able to spend a weekend

with such a covey of beauties.

Even the water seems to be playful this day as the boat heads off.

Waves gaily splash against the side of the ferry, and the bay itself is

peaceful and offers a kind invitation for all lovers of water sports.

Across the waters, the friendly Fire Island.

Playground of the rich and not so rich.

Not the poor, however.

The economics rule them out.

It almost seems that beauty is a must in this scene, although Leslie is a little

out of place with these girls.

Lucky for him, he's got wealth.

What riches will eventually be showered on this foursome of lovelies?

Around them, boats cavort and trace soft patterns in the afternoon sun.

And the carefree feeling of boats seems to enter the very mind of those watching

the peaceful scene.

Boats of all kinds set up a friendly turbulence, and waves come up to the big

ferry and crash against the side in a sort of aquatic welcome.

Fire Island on the horizon.

The playground of writers and actors and actresses. By now, the girls wonder what

it's really like.

It started as a simple retreat for the summer of fairly well-off people. Soon

as the years passed, it was discovered by tired people in the arts who were

looking for a place to relax and find calm during the heat of the summer.

They found it on this handsome long spit of sand a hundred miles long.

Inside of a relatively few years, the island was overrun with people.

And today, countless houses range up and down the beach and offer a haven away

from the fierce summer heat of the cities.

In the many scattered communities on the island, they found their hideaways.

And now, the four girls are going to get a chance to see what it is about this

island that endears it to the hearts of so many people who have the money to buy

whatever happens to please them at the moment.

The ferry is made fast to the dock, and the weekend revelers get off and hurry

to their rooms and houses.

for a couple of days of carousing, loving, and drinking, but mostly just

lazing in the sun.

It's a short walk to Leslie's house, and the girls can't wait until they have a

chance to get into that superb surf with the hot white sand of this beach, often

called the world's finest.

In their gay holiday clothing, the four girls cut a handsome picture.

Surely they must be the most beautiful girls on this entire island.

And now, the first sight of the welcoming sea.

Leslie's house is well suited to his bank account.

It's worth at least $40,000 and stands on stilts to keep the rising tides from

sweeping it away.

Leslie would like the place to stay out here and not float back on a tidal wave

to New York.

It's a happy fivesome this Saturday morning.

Nice drive out, fun ferry ride, and now something which is amusingly called a

cottage in the circles in which Leslie travels these days.

Going up the stairs...

It almost seems like they're mounting a 12-room throne.

The first actual feel of the sun deck under their feet seems to make the girls

burst into a girlish kind of joy.

The girls can hardly wait to shed their exterior clothing and get into their new

bathing suits, which will be christened this Saturday.

Helga, the only nudist in the group, can't wait until she finds the proper

spot where she can indulge in her own personal belief of healthful sun

worship.

The other girls are also each secretly wondering what it would be like to

follow the example of this sweet girl who could only be telling them about

nudism for their own good.

Inside, the house is furnished magnificently.

The taste of five major decorators has gone into it.

As for the girls, it's off with their clothes and into bikinis. Bring on that

surf.

Leslie, however, is still the businessman, even during a weekend of

supposed relaxation.

There's no union to limit the hours for millionaires.

The girls can't wait to get to the beach.

Our little pussycats will be the toast of the beach.

Four superb young female animals in the prime of their lives.

Leaving Leslie behind to worry about his bank balance, the four girls go off to

enjoy what has been called the finest beach in the world.

The beach looks most inviting to these four lovers of nature.

First, the time-honored ritual of laying out the blankets.

Normally, the girls would have some fellows fix up the blankets, but no such

luck this time.

Fighting the wind, the girls present an appealing picture to the rest of the

people on Ocean Beach.

This weekend, as always, some of the most interesting people from New York

are spending a couple of days away from future wear and tear on their systems.

Enough with blankets for these girls. Now it's bathing time.

Sure, they can swim, but it wouldn't look maidenly to suddenly display the

skill of a porpoise.

Helga is one of the first in.

Tracy's a bit chicken. A little touch of some cool water and she turns tail.

The girls present a fetching picture.

Their bikinis are just tiny enough to make an old man wish for the summers of

his youth, and just large enough to keep the women from running these competitors

off the beach.

These bikinis are made of some magical man-made fibers.

They're okay for the daytime, but naturally the girls have flannel bikinis

for the cool nights on the beach.

An inspiring group of girls.

As they cavort around the beach, one wonders about the odd viewpoint of a

segment of society which seems to insist that the human body must be kept hidden

from view.

Formed by the forces of nature, these four girls represent all that is divine

in human life.

Too soon, the end of a lovely day.

Saturday, which comes all too far in the future of the week, ends all too soon.

But for the girls, it's not that the weekend is half over, but that there's

still half the weekend to enjoy.

For Liz, there's always Leslie to while away the evening hours with.

For the other girls, although there are no boyfriends to pass the time without

here, there's at least the thought that this evening they'll rest in downy deep

beds, bearing the crest of a millionaire.

For the girls, this has been a wonderful Saturday.

The everyday cares of the city are behind them, and there's still Sunday to

look forward to.

Connie, of course, was still wondering what was going on back in New York.

Was Barry upset about the fact that Connie had walked out on him?

Or was he just making the best of the situation?

Liz was hoping that Leslie had enjoyed the day, even though he chose to remain

in the house, thinking up new ideas about making more money.

Helga and Tracy...

were just luxuriating in being in this playground of the rich.

The soft evening breeze caressed the surf as it rolled in with a gentle purr.

A peaceful scene, this.

Joe thought that it might be time to let the audience be free from the

distractions of always having men around with the four girls.

As he saw the plot, Leslie had a fine little power cruiser.

Tracy knows how to pilot the boat, and the girls just feel like going off and

gossiping amongst themselves.

Leslie forgoes the pleasure of boating and stays at the house to discuss

business with an acquaintance who's also on the island.

Ed, the writer, still thinks the film should be in color and points out how

photogenic the next sequence would be if shot that way.

Frantic. All weekend he's been trying to get Connie.

It's Monday night and he tries again.

When the phone rings, she's half hoping it'll be Barry.

He starts to whisper sweet things.

But she's playing the part of a wronged woman.

By now the conference at the office was beginning to get wearying.

Each had a different idea of how to handle the remainder of the film.

They raised their voices and shouted a bit.

and sometimes acted like grade school children.

But finally, they began to come to some common agreement.

Friends again, they continued to develop their story.

During the weekend, Connie had really wished that she could be back in Barry's

arms. But now, having heard from him, she found it easy to make him beg to

bring him to heel.

Maybe, incidentally, to get him to give up his shenanigans so she can make an

honest man out of him.

As for Barry...

Now that his girl seems out of his reach, he suddenly starts thinking of

all the reasons he loved her so much.

As for Connie, she's smart enough to know that she can play this game just so

far. She doesn't want to lose Barry completely.

Minute by minute, Connie mounts even higher on this pedestal that Barry's

built in his mind.

She's an angel, a gift from the very heavens themselves.

When she walks, it's the undulations of an Aphrodite.

When she talks, even Plato stops to listen.

Her hair rivals the setting sun, and her skin is like apricot yogurt.

The ache in his heart grows as each minute passes.

Connie's trying to figure out just when to let him come panting back to her.

How lucky Barry was to have found the only girl in the world.

He wants to win back this paragon of all things.

The boys were pleased.

They'd added that extra touch of mischief in their screenplay.

which would allow them to have fun with their characters.

Things were proceeding well, but they decided that they must begin to tie up

all the loose ends and get their people to resolve their problems one way or

another. They again come to an agreement and sail on with the story.

Friday night that same week, one of Liz's friends has invited her to a party

at a studio in the village.

Supposedly just a nice group of people and maybe a few laughs along with a many

drinks. Plenty of extra guys.

So Liz has asked Connie to come along and have some fun.

Leslie also has been invited.

It's not often that a millionaire gets around to attending one of these

soirees. He's a coup for the hosters.

But like all millionaires, last things come up to delay his having fun.

Leslie's off to pay off his Mimi, his former mistress.

He'll be back later on in the evening.

Half filled up with drinks already and the party's in high gear, the guests

greet the girls with enthusiasm.

At least they bathe frequently, which is more than can be said for too many of

the village girls.

If the guys here can't make time with them, they'll at least enjoy sniffing

their perfumed earlobes.

For Connie, this is her first village party.

It seems much less wicked than she'd heard.

The fellows and girls all seemed pretty normal.

This might be fun.

In the meantime, Mimi is again consoling herself with a bottle.

She's on her way to her record.

With this kind of training, she'll be able to enter the Olympics and sweep all

competition in her field of specialization.

Leslie, annoyed as having to make this trip, is nonetheless relieved and just a

little happy.

Getting rid of this booze hound is a weight off his shoulders.

Sure, she once gave him lots of thrills and laughs, but now she's on the way

down. It won't be long before she's patrolling the joints and bars, looking

for beers or wine from anybody old standards were around.

Liz took a fast glance around and came to a fast conclusion.

There were swingers here, sure as she could see.

Turn off the music, please.

As for

Connie,

she began to get just a bit nervous.

First, the boy was getting very fancy with his talk.

Names like Reich, Freud, de Sade.

She knew they were writers of some kind and tried to remember where she'd heard

their names.

Connie tried to tell the nibbler to cut it out, you'll lick off my expensive

perfume.

Mmm, that ear was delicious.

May I avail myself of a second helping?

Now wait a minute, fella. My ear, my shoulder, where will this end?

I've had enough, she yelled.

Liz, in the meantime, was in her element.

When it comes to men, girls like Liz have second sight.

Connie, on the other hand, really means it when she gets angry at a guy for

getting out of line.

She didn't even wait to fix her dress.

She just wants to get away from the scene.

The guy just shrugs this kid off.

What a bird, he thinks.

Actually, he couldn't care less.

Not with all the other with it girls at this party.

Meanwhile,

back at the stoop, there's Barry, dug in for the duration.

He's composed a dozen poems of apology in his mind.

She'll listen to them if he has to tie a cement block on her feet.

Oh, dearest, he thinks, will you forgive this unworthy one?

Connie's heart leaps into her throat as she sees Barry.

All the nasty things she's thought of to belt him with her right out the window.

What a joyful homecoming from so sordid an evening.

After those characters at the party, Barry looks like Prince Valiant.

There's no need for either of them to say anything.

Their minds speak the common thoughts and all's well with their private little

world.

Now the participants in this Friday night escapade have settled down to a

good old-fashioned block.

It's La Dolce Vita, village style.

Whiskey flows, girls undulate.

The music raises their blood to a feverish roar, and civilization's

trappings begin to melt away.

Just a nice group of boys and girls letting their hair down.

It now has become apparent that the guest list at this gathering has been

carefully selected.

One of the few misfits, according to their way of life, had been Connie.

Liz loves this kind of party.

She's found herself a few guys and flitted from one to the other.

As for the other girls, they don't have to give any points away to Liz in the

fun fruit sticks.

One of the girls, a Coney Island exotic dancer, decides to show these people

what a real artiste is like.

She begins a seductive hip movement, which mesmerizes her audience.

It's like a Swiss movement on a clock, as her mechanism begins to tick, tock,

tick, tock.

She's heard that a watch company was going to have a sales convention, and

she thought she'd practice for her audition.

Liz has found herself a few guys, and her pulsating body has gotten them into

the rhythms of ancient rites.

A few years from now, this girl, who was once as innocent a child as any, will be

reduced to being the commonest tramp.

As Leslie writes his most touching farewell letter, Mimi is already

thinking of a liquor store she can buy with the generous amount of buy-buy

money Leslie's handing out.

Just think, all that booze at wholesale prices.

When Leslie leaves, Mimi is only momentarily depressed.

Then she brightens.

Leslie's getting old.

With this much money, Mimi knows of a certain young and handsome lingerie

salesman who likes to have a drink or two.

Life may still be beautiful.

And now, with a great sense of anticipation of the fun he'll have at

the party, Leslie drives up.

Ed, the writer, was still sticking to his guns about this being a color film.

It was his turn to write the remainder of the big party scene.

And in his mind, it still had the magic of color.