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- [shutter clicks] - Hey!

- That one I'm gonna like. - That one I'm gonna hate.

How do you know?

What do you mean, how do I know?

How would you like it if some stranger snuck up on you...

and took your picture while your tongue was sticking out?

I never thought about it that way.

Name's Tom Brighton. Social Security number-- 564-32-8979.

Telephone number-- 272-7399, area code 213.

Zip code-- 90024.

Ex-marine, now student, philosopher, humanitarian,

and I just paid my last installment on a 1955 jalopy.

Now, can I borrow your beach towel?

Now that you know me. Why? Are you cold?

I want to change film. Oh.

What's your name?

Frances Elizabeth Lawrence.

Mm. Doesn't fit you.

How about Francie?

Nope.

Gidget? I'll buy that.

Are you a tourist or something?

Do I look like one?

Well, tourists always have cameras.

I'm barefoot. Tourists always wear shoes.

And hats.

And they stand with one hand in their back pocket...

and squint at the sun with one eye...

and take pictures of people standing beside cars.

What do you like to take pictures of?

Faces. Happy faces.

Sad faces. Funny faces. Like yours.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Actually, I'm a reformed tourist studying at UCLA.

Creative photography. What's that? Two guesses.

Well, seaweed naturally.

Wrong. A fur stole. Ugh!

Oh, yes. Mink.

Wrong again. Chinchilla.

Why not think big?

"Dahling," I-- [shutter clicks]

- Oh, you didn't. - Did.

How about tomorrow? Same time, same place.

- Don't count on it. - Make you a bet.

♪ [jazzy pop]

♪ If you're in doubt about angels ♪

♪ Being real

♪ I can arrange to change

♪ Any doubts you feel

♪ Wait till you see my Gidget ♪

♪ You'll want her for your valentine ♪

♪ You're gonna say she's all that you adore ♪

♪ But stay away Gidget is spoken for ♪

♪ You're gonna find that Gidget is ♪

♪ Mine ♪

[Gidget narrating] Okay, so I'm here.

I always come here on Saturday anyway,

and it has nothing to do with

that anti-tourist camera Casanova.

Hi, doll. Oh, ahem, you're late.

I know. I'm sorry.

I had a blind date with a dolphin named Dolores.

And if there's one thing you

never do, it's stand up a dolphin.

[laughs] Okay, ready for more pictures?

- Why me? - I have one rule.

Only photograph subjects that charge me emotionally.

Besides, I'm crazy about brown eyes...

and turned-up noses that are slightly crooked...

and pigtails.

Particularly on girls.

- Hey, I wasn't ready! - I was.

[Anne] So what are you going to do about it, Dad?

I could picket the photographers'

union. I think she should be stopped.

She's been posing for him all week.

In fact, she's even given up boys for him.

What's Tom, an albatross?

An albatross is a web-footed bird.

Tom Brighton is a 24-year-old man.

Who still has a few good years left.

Daddy!

Besides, I think any young man who has the guts

to come back and get his master's degree...

after having been in the service deserves credit, not criticism.

Anyway, I like him. You're skirting the issue, Russ.

It's a well-known psychological fact that a young girl...

is susceptible to the wiles of an

older man and can be deeply hurt.

Gidget is far too sensible to be susceptible to anyone.

Then maybe he's susceptible to her.

[door closes]

♪ [humming]

How long's the jury been out?

Normal reaction to a guilt complex.

Hi. Hi, sweetie. Tom left these for you.

Ooh.

Ugh! Do you know what he says? What?

He says I charge him emotionally.

Gidget!

What'd the head-shrinker have to say?

He said I was falling in love with Tom Brighton.

- Psychologically or for real? - For real.

He told me the symptoms to watch out for,

like being absentminded and dreamy-eyed and no appetite.

Can you imagine me with no appetite?

That John--

Thinking I could fall in love with

someone who's nine years older than I am.

That John--

Thinking I could fall in love with someone who's...

nine years older than I am.

- You just said that. - I did?

Oh, I guess I must be getting absentminded.

- You okay? - Hmm?

- You look funny. - How?

Dreamy-eyed.

And I've lost my appetite.

Two malts and a triple-deck hamburger-- no wonder.

But I usually have two triple-deck hamburgers.

John's smarter than I realized.

I am in love.

In love, huh? Who's the lucky boy this week?

Tom Brighton. How's the coffee?

- What? - How's the coffee?

Weak. And so am I at the moment.

Strong coffee's bad for the blood pressure.

What do you think you've done to my blood pressure?

Don't worry. It's just a state of mind at the moment.

Mine. You see, he's not in love with me.

I'm not his type. Why not?

To him I'm just a kid in pigtails,

barely out of the tooth-brace set.

Well, if he'd paid the bill, he'd

appreciate your straight teeth.

But I'm only 15 and a half.

If he wants an old woman, let him go find one.

And my nose is wrong.

What's the matter with your nose?

- It's crooked. - It is not crooked.

Oh, Daddy, let's be practical.

This is merely a case of a young girl falling in love...

with an older, attractive,

sophisticated, charming man of the world.

And so, you see, it's completely one-sided.

Of course, I'd never, never let him know how I feel.

I'm sure you'll be able to handle it, Francie.

Oh, don't worry, Daddy.

You see, if Tom was in love with me,

then we'd have a problem.

And your nose is not crooked.

[Gidget narrating] One thing I found out about being in love:

Nothing is quite the same. You're clumsy, for one thing.

And you drop things.

And you wonder how you look.

Maybe if I wear my hair up, I'll look older.

And just having him touch you sends shock waves...

all up and down your spinal column.

All right, I'm coming in close for this one.

Hope you've been staying away from those candy bars.

Never touch the stuff.

I thought you didn't believe in posed pictures.

This won't be posed.

I just want to get that one little beam of sunlight

hitting that rock in back of you.

Are you taking a picture of me or the rock?

The rock naturally.

You're just sort of window dressing in the foreground.

Quit moving!

I'm not moving. I-- I'm just sitting on a nervous rock.

Then tell the rock to quit moving.

Okay.

This is a special picture. My first paying assignment.

A magazine cover. Me on a cover?

- Uh-huh. - Which one? Frisky Miss?

- New teenage magazine. - Oh, kid stuff.

Nothing wrong with that. Now--

- How do you want me to look? - Hungry.

- What? - I like that look on you.

Sort of... wistful, hopeful.

This picture is special, Gidget.

I want your face to be... every kind of a face.

I want a face that says, "This is youth. This is hope.

This is the face of tomorrow, and I'm not afraid."

I want a face that says, "I love everything...

"in this crazy, mixed-up hunk of earth.

All I want is a chance to prove it."

[shutter clicks]

I hope I didn't miss the exposure.

This is one picture I wouldn't want to foul up.

Ooh, you're gonna have to cut

out those triple-deck hamburgers.

I'm gonna have to cut out something, all right.

But it's not hamburgers.

[Gidget narrating] I'm going to say to Tom,

"Tom, I regret very much that I cannot pose for you anymore."

Then he'll say, "Gidge, you can't do this to me.

Not in the middle of a thesis."

Then I'll say, "Yes, I can."

Then I'll smile sweetly and

leave so he won't see me bawling.

Hi. My name is Frances Lawrence.

I know. The face. He's in. Upstairs.

Third door to the right, just past Chief Running Waters.

Huh? Indian statue.

My late husband owned a cigar store. Community property.

Tom? Come on in. I'm in the closet.

Some laundry.

Gidge? Yeah?

Open the door fast and come in.

Couldn't wait to see how that last picture of you turned out.

Tom, I regret to inform you, but--

Gidge, look. Come closer.

Tom, I regret to inform you--

It takes a while for your eyes to adjust.

Look here.

You know what this is like, Gidge?

Like creating life.

An unborn image...

slowly taking shape.

Look here. See? First, the outline of the head.

Then the eyes...

Then the mouth.

And the nose.

Beautiful.

Tom, I-- Shh.

This is a magical moment.

You see that one little beam of light just over the head?

Looks like a halo.

That's what I'll call this-- "Angel on the Rocks."

[phone rings]

You're the greatest.

Don't go away. I've got something to tell you.

Hello? Pete!

Well, I've been waiting for you to call.

When did you get in? Great.

Hey, listen, if I sound a little excited, it's because I am.

I'm in love... with a face.

Wait till you meet her. She's fabulous.

One in a million.

Well, she's here right now.

Well, she was here.

I must have scared her off with my enthusiasm.

How old is she? She's just a kid.

A delightful, wonderful kid in pigtails,

but with a face that's every photographer's dream.

I must say she's an improvement over your last love affair--

A four-eyed butterfly fish.

Tom, could it be you're in love with your work?

Runs a close second to you. Hey,

listen. How about dinner tonight?

I know a terrific Italian place.

On second thought, I can't wait that long. Come over right now.

You can help me with my, uh, laundry.

I'll be right over. [chuckles]

Hey, Gidge.

Dad? Dad!

Dad, I have the most terrific news for you! The greatest!

Dad, sit down. I am sitting down.

Remember what I told you-- that we'd only

have a problem if Tom was in love with me?

Yes. Well, we've got a problem.

Isn't that wonderful? I think I'll take this one standing up.

Dad, Tom Brighton is in love with me. Me!

He called me an angel, and he kissed me. He what?

He kissed me. Where?

In the closet. What were you doing in the closet?

He does his work there. That's obvious.

He develops pictures. And I was looking

at one of the pictures he took of me,

and then he grabbed me like this and kissed me.

Like that. I think something's been lost in that translation.

And then the telephone rang. Thank heaven for small favors.

It was a friend of his named Pete.

And he told him he loved me.

Oh, Daddy, I know I'm young,

but don't forget I've had a lot of

responsibilities for a girl of my age.

And... I do love him...

so much.

[phone rings]

Hello--

Well, hi, Tom.

Yes. Yes, I will.

Right now. Bye.

I've gotta dash. Tom says he has a surprise for--

Maybe he's gonna propose. Propose?

I'd better change. I'm going with you.

Dad! He's proposing to me, not you. [squeals]

My baby sister?

My little, little, tiny, tiny baby sister...

on the verge of running off and

getting married, and you're calm!

Of course I'm calm. I have to be. I have to keep my head.

And she is not little, little or tiny, tiny. She's--

[whistles] Oh, hi, Russ.

Hi, honey. Hi.

- What's new? - Tell him.

I am not in the mood for psychological I-told-you-so's.

Oh, by the way, Russ, I have an apology to make--

About that photographer that Gidget is mooning over.

Thought I'd stop by and have a

little chat with him about Gidget.

Have you ever seen his room? I've heard about it.

Hey, do we have any cheese, honey?

In the refrigerator.

I am about to become the father of the bride,

and he's worried about his stomach.

Anyway, I just got there when this old

friend of mine dropped in to see him too.

- For Pete's sake. - That's the one-- Pete.

We studied Psychology 3 together about two years ago.

- They're going to be married. - Who's gonna be married?

- Tom and Pete. - Tom and Pete?

- Pete's a girl. - That's nice.

- Well, Pete who? - Pete Peterson.

Well, everyone calls her Pete. It's short for Penelope.

- Pete's a girl! - And how.

Oh, no!

[door opens, closes]

Gidget. Daddy!

One of the most important moments in

my life, and you're gonna spoil it.

Honey, listen to me, please.

[Tom] Hi, doll.

Hey, you brought your dad. Wonderful.

Welcome to the Waldorf Towers.

Good-bye, Daddy. Oh, no, Gidge.

Come on in, please. This is a very special occasion.

The more, the merrier.

Darling, somebody I want you to meet.

Penelope Peterson, known in formal circles as "Pete."

My fiancée. Professor Lawrence. Hello.

And this is Gidget, my number one pinup girl.

Told you she was a doll, didn't I, darling?

Hello, Gidget. I've been admiring your pictures.

You're everything Tom said you were and more.

I'm glad she isn't five years older. I'd be insanely jealous.

We're gonna be married in the spring, right after graduation.

Hey. This is the first time I've seen you with nothing to say.

Uh, Francie takes after me.

We both get all shook up about weddings and, uh,

you know.

I-- I'm very happy for you, Tom.

In fact, I-- I'm so happy that...

I might even cry a little.

Congratulations.

Hey, where are you going?

I have a terrible feeling that something is wrong.

I have a feeling you're right.

Hi. Fancy meeting you here.

I thought I'd find you here.

Well, one thing about the ocean--

All that saltwater around, and nobody notices a few tears.

I'm sorry, honey.

You gonna tell me it doesn't matter,

that in a few days I'll forget all about Tom...

and Everything'll be A-OK again?

No. Thanks.

I wish I could.

Just tell me one thing.

How long before the hurting stops?

You'll always hurt a little--

Every time you think back about this.

But each time, it'll hurt a little less.

That's what first heartbreaks are for--

To immunize you from the others to come.

It's sort of like chicken pox, huh? Sure.

You know, don't you, Daddy?

Mm. I know.

- [knocking] - May I come in?

Why not? You're in.

I thought maybe you'd like to have some hot chocolate.

Thanks. I'd love it.

[sighs]

You have to let adults do things for you every now and then.

Makes them feel better. Won't make me feel better though.

I've tasted Anne's hot chocolate. Yech.

[knocking] This'll be John.

Hi, Gidge.

[sighs] You remember that purse

you saw in Preeman's window?

The one with the mink lining?

The one with the nylon lining.

- Oh. Yeah? - I ordered it for you.

- terrif', John. Thanks. - It's nothing.

Hmm.

[door closes] He'll feel better

too... until he gets the bill.

[tires screech]

[vehicle door closes]

[thinking] Now, what could he do to make me feel better?

[doorbell rings]

I didn't realize until I saw this picture,

but there it is--

The whole story... on her face.

I should've known, but I was so wrapped up in my own work.

Breaks your heart. Funny.

As a photographer, I'm always searching for truth.

Every picture, I tell myself, has to tell a story.

Well, this one tells a story.

It tells too much.

I don't want to use it. It wouldn't be fair.

What about your magazine cover?

I'll use another picture of Gidget, a... happier one.

Oh, uh, you can tell Gidge that...

I wasn't satisfied with this one.

Tell her I... goofed.

Tom must have loved me just a little bit,

or else he wouldn't have given up that picture.

But he wasn't the one that goofed.

Uh-uh. That was me.

Frances Elizabeth Lawrence.

[knocking]

Guess who.

Now, there's a face.

You'll get over it, honey. Honest.

I know I will, Daddy.

But what worries me-- Will you?