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- What's up, George? - You'll find out.

Where is he?

The chief is the most punctual man on earth.

In exactly one and four-fifth seconds that door will open..

We're ready, sir.

This magazine 'Stop' was started not by my father

not by my grandfather but by my great grandmother.

It has been in my family now for four generations.

I've called this meeting today to say how pleased I am

with the way all of you have worked together

put shoulder to shoulder and succeeded in turning

this venerable family publication

into the filthy rag it is today.

The results of this achievement are right there on the chart.

On the editorial page of today's New York Herald Tribune

there are words of praise we have never received before.

I quote.

"Stop magazine has degenerated

"into the most disgusting scandal sheet

the human mind can recall."

Well, that's pretty good.

And Editor & Publisher calls us vile.

Monstrous, depraved.

Gentlemen, if we continue to receive tributes like these

this piece of trash of ours will undoubtedly become

the most influential publication in the world.

Mr. Sylvester, congratulations.

Your article on Helen Brown, a masterpiece of slandered

spiteful journalism.

And you, Mr. Holmes.

I've just read the advanced copy

of your new article on space travel.

"Sex in a capsule."

I don't believe I'm over praising you one bit

when I say that it brings the whole difficult field

of science reporting to a new low.

Thank you, sir.

But if one person is to be singled out

I'm sure we'd all agree on who that person should be.

Bob Weston.

Stand up, Bob.

And let me thank you from the heart

for living down to my expectations.

If there is a dirtier mind than yours in the whole field

of magazine publishing

or a nature more vulgar and corrupt.

Well, ha, ha. I'd like to know where it is.

- Bob. - Thank you.

- Keep up the bad work. - Thank you. Uh..

I'm blessed, truly blessed

to work for a gentleman of your courage and integrity, sir.

And to have such a fine editorial staff that

shares the same lack of ideals that I do.

All I can say is that...you haven't seen anything yet.

For an example, I've got an idea for a follow-up on that kid

that, uh, Dr. Helen Brown, that will blast every other

magazine right off the newsstands.

It's a personal exposé right from her own lips.

Does she or doesn't she? Either way, it's a crummy story.

And I promise to deliver this one personally.

Three cheers for Bob Weston.

Hip-hip. Hurray.

Hip-hip. Hurray.

Hip-hip. Hurray.

To the chief.

Good morning. Have you seen this?

I most certainly have.

- We've had what? - Six cancellations.

"A contemptible, lamentable hoax.

"Filling frustrated feminine minds

with dirty delusions of grandeur."

I don't like this. I don't like it at all.

Dr. Anderson, I hope you don't think that I'm happy about it.

This filthy rag is using sex and me

for no better purpose than to make money.

The best thing you can do, Helen, is forget it.

- Listen to your psychiatrist. - You're not my psychiatrist.

I'm the institute psychiatrist.

And I know that sticks and stones--

Oh, shut up, Rudy.

'I'm so mad I could throw sticks and stones.'

I've devoted my life to this institute

and now look at the notoriety.

Well, I didn't ask them to write this, you know.

Did you read what they called me?

"She should be ashamed, and millions of women should be

"ashamed for bringing their intimate problems to someone

"with all the knowledge and personal experience

of a 23-year-old--"

Stop! Don't you say it.

The nerve of them. The gall.

To call me, Dr. Helen Gurley Brown.

A 23-year-old virgin.

Traditionally, Helen, the term is considered a compliment.

Well, not by me. Do you realize I've lost six patients already?

Because people don't want to be helped

by a, by a, by a 23-year-old...person.

Oh, I'm just gonna sue them.

I'm gonna sue them. That's exactly what I'm gonna do.

- 'Helen, please.' - I'm gonna sue.

Hasn't this bestseller of yours already

exposed us all to enough ridicule?

I urged you not to publish it.

Dr. Anderson, my bestseller is the best thing

that ever happened to this institute and you know it.

Where is Dr. Offenbach? Why isn't he here?

Offenbach is at the U.N. getting money.

Exactly and we're getting more grants and cooperation

than we ever got before and all because I wrote that bestseller.

But it has no technical value.

And it will be of no help to anyone in my field or yours.

Well, I didn't write the book to help us.

I wrote it to help the unmarried women in this country.

To stop being ashamed of sex or being single. And I want

them to stop behaving like mice and start behaving like men.

Why not like single women, if they'd nothing to be ashamed of?

What? Oh, shut up, Rudy.

Ever since I wrote that bestseller..

...all of you have been behaving

like a bunch of pompous children.

I mean it.

I don't think that any of you know one single thing

about the real problems that are facing this country.

And now, if you don't mind, I have a patient waiting.

Well, gentlemen, we have just been told off by a 23-year-old..

You know, that comment about Helen raises some rather

interesting questions about her...either way.

- Where is Ms. Nielsen? - She called up and cancelled.

- That magazine article again. - Ah!

If I could just get my hands on the arrogant, imbecile

responsible for this. I'd knock out both his teeth

blacken his eyes and rip out every hair from his head.

Susan?

- Oh, how are you feeling? - Fine.

Oh, that's nice. Have there been any calls?

- No, darling. - Darling, huh?

You call me darling again and I'm gonna

send you to the Reader's Digest.

Dr. Helen Brown says that by being properly aggressive

a girl can land any man she wants to.

Well, you are not a girl, you're a secretary.

I am one of 23 million single girls in this country.

And there are only 19 million of you eligible bachelors.

Now, what are we surplus girls supposed to do?

We're healthy and normal and eager to love and be loved.

Dr. Brown says..

Your problem is you read too much.

Dr. Brown doesn't know what she's talking about

when she's talking about someone like me.

A man with brains and experience, Dr. Brown.

I'll bet you this kid's been giving flying lessons

and she's never been off the ground.

Now get her on the phone.

Yes, darling.

Look under Brown. B-R-O-W-N.

976-0404.

Who? One moment please.

Yes.

Mr. Robert Weston of Stop magazine.

Oh, really?

I'd be delighted to speak to him.

- Hello. - 'Dr. Brown.'

This is Robert Weston, the Managing Editor

of Stop magazine.

I want you to know that I'm outraged.

Absolutely outraged by this unwarranted attack

upon you in our current issue.

I have fired the man who was responsible.

- I am not upset. - You would have every right.

I was wondering, maybe we could have dinner one night.

Just the two of us.

And we could talk over this unfortunate misunderstanding.

- There was no misunderstanding. - 'Try to undo the damage done"

I have suffered no damage.

I really sincerely would.

And I really sincerely would not be interested

in the help of the Managing Editor of Stop.

Or anyone else connected with that filthy rag

- you call a magazine. - She called us a filthy rag.

However, there is one thing that you could do for me.

Anything.

Why don't you go..

What a mouth on that girl. Uh..

Susan, I may have been wrong.

I'd like to be able to get to that broad.

I need a plan.

Something that's vicious, low, filthy and dirty.

Well, you'll think of something, angel.

Wait till you hear this.

* Mention sex *

* And the single girl is cool and shy *

* She objects *

* To discussing sex with any guy *

* You can bet *

* She's as interested as he *

* If sex weren't 50-50 *

* Where would everybody be? *

* Mention sex *

* And the single girl will blush a lot *

* Though she wrecks *

* Every single guy with what she's got *

* Then a guy she can't ignore *

* Tells her what she's waited for *

* And suddenly *

* She's not single anymore *

Very good. Very good record.

My agent said if I sell as many copies

as the book I'll be rich.

- Something's burning. - I know.

My sauce.

Gretchen, you read this book Sex and the Single Girl?

What do you think of Helen Gurley Brown?

- Is she on the level? - I don't know, honey.

I don't think I ever lived like a single girl.

Oh, I wanna prove that she was as pure as the driven snow.

Gretchen, let me ask you something.

If you were as pure as the driven snow--

Honey, I can't remember that far back.

But you wouldn't go to the extreme like some people.

* Mention sex *

* And the single girl will slap your face *

* That reflex *

* Is designed to keep you in your place *

- Fabulous. - Thank you.

* She believes that virtue pays *

* Until she hears that magic phrase *

* And suddenly she's not single *

* Anymore *

Honey, we just can't go on like this.

I'm sorry, Gretchen, but he's got no place to go.

I practically have to live with him.

Practically?

Come on, be a good person. Come on, go ahead.

'You've been beating drums for the Salvation Army since 6.00'

'If you knew where I were you'd be ashamed, Sylvia, ashamed'.

'That's for sure'.

'I'm not gonna stay in this house one more minute'.

Get going. You're not gonna stay in this house one more minute.

That's the first thing we've agreed on in ten long years.

Take your stockings with you.

You're facing bankruptcy. Poverty staring me in the face.

- The competition's killing me. - Good. Saves me the trouble.

I began calling you this afternoon.

I was with my manager I'm coming out with a new line.

It's about time. I'm getting sick of your old one.

I'm finished. Ten years, ten long years.

Of loyalty, devotion, hard work. It's over, Bob.

Sylvia and I are through.

Oh, come on.

It's your anniversary and I've made all the arrangements.

- That's over too. - It better not be.

I spent over three hours picking out

a dress for our wedding anniversary.

You better be here at eight o'clock to pick me up.

Or I'll bleed you for alimony so big you'll scream.

- Hello, Bob. - Sylvia.

May I have my sample case, please?

How do you expect me to fight the competition

- without my samples? - Do you think I want them?

I wouldn't be seen naked in junk like that.

Junk?

Junk?

Gretchen, feel this, will you? I'm not asking for praise.

But is there anywhere in the world

you could find a better stocking than this for the price?

- What's the price? - I don't remember.

I'm sorry. Am I interrupting anything?

Oh, no. I was just collecting for the Red Cross.

Gretchen, please take a cab and I'll call you

in the morning. I'm awful sorry.

- Frank. - I already gave.

- Bob. - Frank.

I'm miserable, I might as well admit it.

What do you call it when you hate the woman you love?

A wife.

It's all very well for you to joke.

My marriage is coming to an end after almost 10 years.

I don't think I'll ever smile again as long as I live.

Oh, Frank, don't take it so bad, you'll see--

Hey, this is pretty funny. Look. Ha ha ha.

That's not funny, that's filth.

You know, of all our competitors

Dirt magazine is the... I'm sorry.

I'll bet you, by tomorrow you and Sylvia will be

the best of pals again.

- Not this time. - You watch, believe me.

Even if we are, we'll just start fighting again.

We just never seem to learn to get along.

'And Lord knows I've tried'.

'I know you have, Frank'.

'You're one of the nicest, sweetest'

most attractive guys I know'.

Gretchen.

You know, I wish you'd try a little bit harder.

Because these fights of yours are making

it awful tough for Gretchen and me.

Hey, I got it. Why don't you try

a marriage counselor or one of those psychiatrists?

Me? Sylvia's the one that should go.

She's the one who's insanely jealous.

Jealous? Me? Of a skinny middle-aged phony like you.

I'll cut your throat. I'll poison your mouthwash.

Sylvia. Bob, you know me.

In 10 years of marriage have I ever looked at another girl?

Oh sure, I've looked at their legs

but that's because it's my business.

But Sylvia won't believe me. Sure, she needs help.

But she won't go for it.

- Why don't you go instead? - Me?

Bob, you think you got competition?

You don't know the stocking business. It's cutthroat.

Why, they're slicing me up like salami.

Would you believe it? Sam Butterworth, my ex-partner

is coming out with a stocking I've been thinking

about for 15 years.

Sure, I'd see anybody I'd do anything to save my marriage

but I just can't take the time.

Frank, I've got the time and I've got an idea

that's gonna save the both of us.

- So let's drink a toast. - To what?

To your marriage and my magazine. Come on.

Please.

- Um, B-R-O-D? - E-R-l-C.

Frank Broderick.

- Frank Broderick, fine. - That's it.

- And your occupation? - I manufacture ladies' hosiery.

And um...what seems to be the problem?

My wife.

She thinks I'm a, uh, Don Juan.

We have a psychiatrist here who specializes in men

with a Don Juan complex.

He's treating one case now who's very rare.

- You would be his second. - You don't understand, doctor.

My wife is wrong. I don't chase after girls.

- You don't? - No.

Well, that's even more rare. Why don't you?

I don't have the time. The competition is killing me.

They're slicing me up like a salami.

Doctor, you don't know what the ladies' hosiery

business is like, cutthroat.

In the 10 years that I've been married

I haven't had time to look at another girl.

But do you think my wife believes me?

Oh, no. She says I'm out all the time.

Mr. Broderick, when did all of this jealousy start?

On our honeymoon. Even before our honeymoon, I guess.

She knows I used to play around a lot before we were married.

How does she know?

She's the one I used to play around with.

Now she thinks every girl in nylon is after me or vice versa.

Well, you're a very good-looking man, Mr. Broderick.

You're a very beautiful girl, Dr. Brown.

Thank you.

Um, there was a purpose to my observation.

Please...tell me, what happened on the honeymoon?

Well, we..

I mean, to make her jealous.

Of course. To make her jealous, of course.

I picked Sylvia up in my arms, you know

just like in the movies, and I carried her to the bridal suite.

Just then a girl came walking by.

Wearing the new Grecian Mist, 60-gauge

15-denier nylons put out by my ex-partner Sam Butterworth.

Yes? And then what happened?

I rapped Sylvia's head right into the door.

Maybe that's why she's a little nuts now.

Mr. Broderick, is there any basis in reality

for your wife's suspicions?

Absolutely not.

It's very hard to believe that such unreasonable jealousy--

Now you're talking just like a woman.

She's jealous so you think she's gotta have

something to be jealous about. Right?

- I didn't say that. - That's exactly what you said.

I didn't mean it. I meant when

a woman lives with a man, she finds it easier--

Have you ever lived with a man? Have you ever been married?

Well, no I've never been married.

Have you ever had any experiences with men?

I've had a good deal of experiences.

I've had a great deal of experiences.

Personal experiences, doctor?

You're beginning to sound just like Stop magazine.

Please, Mr. Broderick, I must ask you to please allow

me to ask the questions in this session.

Oh, what a sweet, nice and very young picture of you.

I can't help feeling that you've got a lot to learn.

Mr. Broderick.

- I have a Ph.D. in psychology. - Yes.

I also have over a year's work here at this institute.

If my qualifications don't impress you--

Oh, but they do.

There will be absolutely no charge for this consultation.

Doctor, believe me. Uh, Now, you relax and don't feel so bad.

They do, they really do.

After my wife read your book, you're the only one

she might listen to.

You mean, even after the article in that filthy rag?

It really is a filthy rag, isn't it?

Um. She wrote this magazine a letter

calling them names she wouldn't even dare call me.

- Did she really? - Oh, yeah, terrible letter.

I think I'm beginning to like Sylvia.

I love her. But she'd hit the ceiling

if she thought you and me were sitting here alone.

You know what she'd figure? She'd figure a broad

as pretty as you has got to be on the make.

- Mr. Broderick. - Please, doctor.

Don't misunderstand me. When I talk about you

or any other girl it's only as a customer.

You see, I make ladies' stockings and that's all I care

about is business. When I look at a woman's legs..

- May I see your legs, please? - Hmm.

When I look at a woman's legs..

- 'They're beautiful.' -' Thank you.'

When I look at a woman's legs, I look at them because I have to

not because I particularly want to.

I mean, what good is a casing without the sausage inside?

The competition is killing me. It's just murdering me, doctor.

They're hanging me. They're hanging me.

- Please be calm. - Well.

Why didn't your wife come with you?

Why? Well, I'll tell you why.

She doesn't think she's jealous. You know what she thinks?

She thinks she's smart.

And besides, she's the last person in the world

that will admit that ours is perhaps not the most

beautiful marriage in the world. Do you understand?

Mr. Broderick, I'm afraid I can't help you.

I'm a psychologist, not a marriage--

Doctor, you have to. I mean, you help all the single girls.

But who's gonna take care of us married men?

Actually, at the moment, Mr. Broderick

I am working on the married man.

Oh, you are?

But, you see, you're not the one with the problem. Your wife is.

Oh, Sylvia's got the pro.. I don't.

Well, I guess I better tell you.

I didn't wanna tell you, but I'm just gonna have to.

- I have a problem. - Really?

Yes, and, uh, it's a very embarrassing problem.

I've been a little too timid and shy to tell you about it.

Really? And, um, what is the problem?

Well, when Sylvia hollers on me, I get full of indecision

and, uh, there's a great deal of repressed hostility in me

and I consequently get, uh, anxious.

And when I'm anxious, I get scared.

And, uh, because I'm scared..

...I get inadequate.

And, uh, because I'm inadequate, she thinks I'm with other women.

Oh.

She doesn't think that I'm inadequate.

She just thinks I'm tired.

Oh.

Well, of course, Mr. Broderick, that changes things.

I think I can be of help to you now.

Oh, I hope so, because I have no place to turn.

- I might even commit suicide. - Oh, nonsense, Mr. Broderick.

At least not until I've finished talking to you.

Oh, in time, I will have to meet with Sylvia.

Yeah.

We don't have to worry about that now.

Hilda, please make an appointment for Mr. Broderick

for next week? Thank you.

Don't worry, Mr. Broderick.

I'm sure everything will turn out just the way you want it to.

I didn't think so when I came in.

But uh, I'm beginning to believe it now.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

* Oh, how we danced *

* On the night *

* We were wed *

* We vowed our true love *

* Though a word wasn't said *

* The world was in bloom *

* There were stars in the skies *

* Except for the few *

* That were there in your eyes *

* Dear, as I held you so close in my arms *

* Angels were singing a hymn to your charms *

* Two hearts gently beating were murmuring low *

* My darling, I love you so. *

* The night seemed to fade *

* Into blossoming dawn *

* The sun shone anew *

* But the dance lingered on *

* Could we but relive *

* That sweet moment sublime *

* We'd find that our love *

* Is unaltered by time *

* Oh, how we danced on the night we were wed! *

* We vowed our true love, though a word wasn't said *

* The world was in bloom, there were stars in the skies *

* Except for the few that were there in your eyes *

* My darling My darling *

* I love you so *

Congratulations, both of you.

- Sylvia, look. - Gretchen, you were marvelous.

Oh, look at that cake.

Isn't it beautiful?

'Frank, I've been simply terrible to you, haven't I?'

Oh, no. Sylvia, don't.

Yes, I have. Don't disagree with me.

Don't talk like that. You haven't been terrible.

'Darling, give me a coin for the ladies room'.

- 'My mascara's running'. - Here you are, angel.

- Thank you. - Hurry back.

I will.

Everything is gonna be wonderful from now on. I know it.

Sylvia's gonna be kind, loving and sweet to me.

And me, I'm gonna forget all about Sam Butterworth.

The competition. I'm never gonna look at a pair of legs again

unless, you know, it's strictly..

- I'll be right back. - Sure.

Anniversaries always leave me with a strange kind of longing.

- For marriage? - Oh, no, honey.

I wouldn't give up my career for marriage, kids, happiness.

Good girl, good girl.

Excuse me, are you wearing a new imported micro-mesh knit

with the double crossbar stitch?

Oh, no, on your legs. I'm in the hosiery business.

I don't know. I just bought them this morning.

- Only 89 cents. - Eighty-nine cents?

I always paid three dollars for the other kind

and these are just as good.

The other kind are my kind. How can I compete with 89 cents?

Where did you get them?

See, I bought them in that little shop at Sixth & Grand.

Sixth & Grand. Oh, yeah, that's way down.

You wouldn't know the zone numb..

'I can't watch"

It-It's alright, Sylvia's smiling.

I'm glad you understand. It's not her address I'm writing.

- It's the name-- - You want this bum, dear?

No. I have a bum of my own.

Well, then, leave him here for the garbage man. Bye, dear.

Oh, Sylvia. Look, Bob, it's the name of the shop.

'Dr. Brown, it's only the address of a stocking store.'

- And Sylvia wouldn't even look. - Oh.

I tell you, between Sylvia and the competition, I'm so tired.

- I don't what-- - Lie down on the couch.

- Will that be alright? - Of course, it would.

- Thank you, doctor. - All right.

Have you seen her since?

Oh, yes, I went back that night to apologize and explain.

Do you mind sitting closer? I can't see you over my shoulder.

- Of course. - That's better.

Did she throw you out again?

No. Never throws me out two nights in a row.

- She doesn't trust me. - Oh.

Well, that shows she cares.

- Were you able to, um-- - Inadequate.

Aw.

- I was uh...bashful. - Aw.

Oh, doctor, uh.

Oh, no, no, no. Don't be frightened.

Are you really so bashful with her?

- I'm even bashful with you. - Well, there's no need to be.

See? We're holding hands and nothing is happening.

Something is happening.

You're gaining confidence. That's what's happening.

I'm gaining confidence and that's what's happening.

Good, Mr. Broderick. Good.

Uh, I'm only bashful with girls I find attractive.

Like, uh, Sylvia...and you.

Me? Are you attracted to me?

Oh, yes, Dr. Brown. I am, I am, I am.

- Well, that's marvelous. - Oh, it is?

- Oh, yes, of course, it is. - Well, then, you're not mad?

- Mad? - Uh-huh.

No, mad. Why should I be mad?

- I'm very pleased. - Oh, good.

At the way our doctor-patient relationship is progressing.

- Oh, how nice. - Yes.

You must realize, of course that this is

simply a transference.

You worship me not because I'mattractive

but because to your subconscious mind, I have become--

- Sylvia. - No, no, no, not Sylvia.

To you, I have become a father figure.

- A father figure. - That's right.

- But not a mother figure? - Oh, no.

- No, a father figure. - Father figure.

And if you think I'm pretty..

I do. A lot prettier than my father.

That's onlybecause..

Do you really think I'm pretty?

Doctor, I think you're very, very pretty.

In fact, you're beautiful.

Uh...

In fact, remember when I was holding your hands before

I-I wanted to say something, but I lacked the, uh, confidence.

Well, say it, Mr. Broderick. Speak right out.

It will make you feel good.

It's dirty.

Good, that will make you feel even better.

Okay.

Well, you know in your book, Dr. Brown

where you write about single girls

ought to get together with married men for a while?

Mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm.

Well, I'm a married man and you're a singlegirl

and I thought that maybe you and me..

I told you it was gonna be dirty.

Oh.

You're sweet, Mr. Broderick.

And I might even consider your nice dirty proposal

if I didn't know that in making it, you are really after--

My father.

No, no, no, not your father. Sylvia.

You see, you're displaying the boldness with me

that you wish to display with her, and you can't.

You see? Doesn't that make sense?

That's fabulous, doctor. What a terrific diagnosis.

- Thank you. - It's very good.

But suppose Sylvia didn't exist?

- But there is a Sylvia. - Yeah, but--

You're beginning to interview me again, Mr. Broderick.

And just when I've discovered how to help you.

I'd like to call you Frank, if you don't mind.

- Not at all. - So we can be more intimate.

- Much more intimate, yes. - And you can call me Helen.

- Helen. - Now, Mr. Broderick.

- Uh, Frank. - Yes.

The cause of your problem is your wife's problem.

And the way to treat you is to treat her.

Doesn't that make sense?

It makes a great deal of sense, Helen.

A great deal of sense.

But, suppose Sylvia doesn't want to cooperate?

Then we'll have to treat her without telling her, you see.

- Oh, yeah. - Now..

Sylvia was very active before you were married.

- Wasn't she? - I'll say. Boy, oh, boy, you--

'Oh, no, no, no. I meant, um..'

What does she do all day long now?

Oh, I see. Well, she paints.

- Paints. - Her toenails.

That's all she does. She stays home all day long

and paints her toenails.

- I think that's the trouble. - Exactly, this is the trouble.

- That is the trouble, isn't it? - Yes.

Now, suppose that you ask her to go work

for you back at your office where she will feel very needed.

And she will also see how hard you are working for her.

That's a great idea, Doctor.

But that's it, that's a fantastic idea.

I'm gonna tell her tonight.

- Thank you. - Doctor, it's a brilliant idea.

I'll be able to cut the payroll, so I can fight the competition.

- Oh Doctor, thank you. - I think it's a good idea too.

It's a fabulous idea, thank you.

- Lemme know what she says. - Yes, I will.

In fact, you can call me at home if you want to.

I will.

Oh, uh..

- Sorry. - Uh-huh.

- Helen. - Frank.

Bob, my boy.

There's an ugly rumor going around..

...that you're getting soft.

Me? Getting soft? Oh, that's a disgusting lie.

The magazine seems to be getting better.

There's been nothing terrible in the last two issues.

That's not true, George.

The last two issues have been as lousy as they've ever been.

It's just that the competition seems to be catching up.

- That's what I mean. - Oh.

We've gotta keep getting worse in order to stay ahead.

How are you doing with the new Dr. Brown story?

Oh, fine, fine.

I've already had two sessions with her as a patient.

- Uh-huh. - Mmm-hmm.

Well, you know, the chief wants that story for next month.

Well..

...I'm going to need more time than that.

For what?

Make your grab for her.

Let her tell you she's not that kind of a girl.

We can run that story now and let her sue

to prove that she is that kind of a girl.

I'm after more, George, much more.

On this one...I want a Pulitzer Prize.

What have you got on Dr. Brown, now?

I had a very good session with her this morning, George.

Very good.

She thinks that she's my father, you see.

And she wants to help my wife.

- I tell you-- - She what?

It's..

What?

- Bob. - Yeah?

You're not even married, are you?

No, why? What's that got to do with it?

- Why, this dame's crazy. - What're you talking about?

She thinks she's your father?

Oh, yeah. I guess that does sound a little strange.

I mean, the fact that she thinks she's my father.

But I tell you, coming from Helen, it seems--

- Helen? - Yeah.

We're on a first name basis, now.

She said some very profound things this morning, George.

- Very profound. - Bob, you are getting soft.

Shh.

Bob.

You wouldn't let the truth

stand in the way of a good story, would ya?

George, you don't have to tell me anything about ethics.

I'll get it.

Incidentally, I've got good news for you, from Dr. Brown.

- Oh, really? - Mmm-hmm.

She said Sylvia should go back to work.

- What's so good about that? - That way she'll keep busy

and it will make her feel needed.

I'm not so sure about that.

You gotta remember, that way she'll be..

...with you all day long.

And she'll be able to see for herself

that you're not fooling around with any other..

...chicks.

Maybe. Maybe.

Suppose she starts talking to me at the office

the way she sometimes talks to me at home?

I'd lose the respect of the entire industry.

'Nah, she wouldn't do that.'

So you see Frank, the whole point is to make Sylvia happy.

Then you'll be happy.

Then Gretchen and I can be happy.

Hey, how's that for distance?

You know, Bob, it's a good idea.

Besides, it'd help me cut the payroll.

How's that for distance?

'Work? Keep busy?'

Honey, can't you find another apartment?

'What'd you think I do? Sit around, paint my toenails?'

'Sylvia, keep your voice down!'

'You're not ordering me around, buster!'

Of all the stupid, idiotic, mortifying, moronic..

- Are you out of your head? - Okay.

You think I married you so I'd keep on working for you?

Okay, okay.

You asking me to go back to the lousy life

I had 10 years ago, before I began this lousy life?

- Okay okay! - Lower your voice. I'm a lady.

I thought you'd want to pitch in with me.

Hammer and tong, tooth and nail.

I thought you'd want to feel needed.

Needed? Needed? Buster, you need me.

You couldn't live without me

because I'll take every penny you own, when I go.

And I will, if you ever come up

with another cheap idea like that.

That won't be necessary, Sylvia. I'm going.

So, go.

And this time, I'm really going far.

- Go far. - Taking all my samples with me.

I thought you'd want to get in there and fight the competition.

I thought you'd wanna see how they're strangling me

with cheap imported fabrics.

One day, you're going to realize what a good, kind, loyal--

Shut up and get out.

Some great idea of yours. Did you hear her?

Hear how ungrateful she was?

Ungrateful? Me ungrateful?

- Yes, you! - Don't kid me, buster.

All you want to do is cut your payroll.

- Bob. - 'Frank.'

I'm miserable.

This time, I know it's really over for good.

Hello, Gretchen.

One day, she's gonna wake up and realize

what a...good, loyal man I've been all these years.

Holy mackerel! I could kill myself

and be better off than I am now.

- That's a great idea! - 'What?'

- To kill yourself. - Who, me?

- 'Yeah.' - Why?

I-I've got a marvelous job and a lovely wife.

You're right. So I'm gonna do it for you.

Gretchen, come on, I'm gonna drop you home.

- Where are you going? - To kill myself.

Oh!

- Rudy, what are you doing? - We call it play therapy.

According to your book it's supposed to make you feel good.

Rudy, that book is a research study, not an autobiography.

Which is exactly why you aren't solving

your own problems as a single girl.

I've solved all my problems.

I've got this new apartment and enough money for furs

and diamonds and everything else I've always wanted.

I get fan mail, Rudy. Packs of fan mail every week.

- I'm not ashamed of any of it. - But you aren't married.

Married? I don't wanna be married.

I've got work I care about much more.

That's why I became a psychologist.

Why did you become a psychiatrist?

Because I like to hear dirty stories.

And I'm hearing plenty from that patient of mine.

Helen, he's driving me wild. I don't know whether it's him

or that magazine article about you, but--

Rudy, stop. It's that magazine article.

Before it was published, you never thought of me as a girl.

That's right, I didn't. Merely as a colleague.

And now, all you wanna do is bite me.

That's right, I do.

Helen, I must know. Ever since that magazine

raised the question of whether you were or weren't..

- Why must you know? - Why? All of us want to know.

Offenbach's taking bets.

If you aren't, this elegant and very expensive evening

I've arranged for you, will all be such a waste of time.

But if you are..

- You'd marry me? - Maybe.

But only if I were sure.

Rudy, stop it!

Oh, you're such a prude.

'I'm simply appalled at the double standard'

'you men keep trying to impose on us women.'

Well, I, for one, am simply not going to submit..

Are you parting your hair differently?

No, this.

'The beard!'

Well, anyway, when I do get married

it's not gonna be for love or sex or romance.

I can get all of those things outside of marriage

just as easily as you can.

Me? I'm having a terrible time.

And I shall insist on the right

to have as many love affairs as I please.

I'm certainly not going to sacrifice one iota

of my freedom or dignity for any man.

- Hello? - Dr. Brown?

This is Frank Broderick and I'm gonna kill myself.

What? You-u-u what? Mr. Broderick, no!

Why would you wanna kill yourself?

'Because of you.'

'If I can't have you, life isn't worth living.'

Oh, no, Mr. Broderick, not me. It's Sylvia that you need.

It's you. I've got Sylvia and life still isn't worth living.

Where are you?

I'm at the pier. I'm gonna jump in and drown.

No, Mr. Broderick, please! Not until I get there. Wait!

Alright, Dr. Brown. I'll try to hold on until you get here.

But hurry.

Good night, Rudy.

Give me a cigarette.

- Beat it. - Be nice to me, I'm a bum.

Thinking of jumping?

- What size shoe do you wear? - Nine and a half, C.

My size. Would you mind jumping barefoot?

Wait a minute, huh. Come here.

- Take off your coat. - Huh?

Take off your coat. Let me have it, come on.

Here, put this on.

Now, if by chance, I wind up in the water will you

- throw me one of those? - 'Yeah.'

'You can keep the coat.'

- You mind staying out of sight? - Yeah.

Thanks a lot. Looks terrific on you.

Wait, I may need help. Mr. Broderick! Mr. Broderick!

'Dr. Brown.'

- Helen, I'm here. - Mr. Broderick!

- Stop! Don't jump! - I've got to.

- Don't jump! - I've got to.

Mr. Broderick! Don't jump!

Mr. Broderick! Oh! Oh! I'm so glad I got here.

- Yeah, so am I. - I was terrified.

I didn't know what to do. I thought I'd go out of my mind.

All those red lights. Everywhere we looked!

Do you know, on the corner

of Adams Avenue and 18th Avenue they have a signal

that lasts over three minutes?

- It's the new building. - I'm glad you're alright.

I was afraid I wouldn't get here in time.

If anything happened to you, I would blame myself.

- You don't have to. - I would, I'd blame myself.

- It'd be my fault. - It's not your--

I'd kill myself! I'd kill myself!

- No! - Let me go. Please.

- No, Helen. - Please let me go.

Helen, everything's fine, Helen.

- It is? - Everything is just fine.

Now, just calm down. Yeah, yeah.

- Are you alright? - Oh, I'm fine.

- You're not gonna jump? - No, not at all.

- I'm so glad. - No, no.

I'm so glad. Oh, Mr. Broderick.

Please, we mustn't.

Mr. Broderick! No, please, don't!

- Can you swim? - A little.

'Help! Help!'

'Help me help him!'

- Hang on to him. - Okay.

Okay, miss. I have you.

Hey, mister.

Wa-wait a minute.

What about the shoes? I'm only a poor bum.

Where to, lady?

Oh! Uh, Mr. Broderick, what's your address?

We'll just have to go to my place.

I'll give you the directions.

I, uh, hope that robe is all right.

It...belongs to my mother.

It's fine.

I'm sure these things will dry in just a minute.

Does your, uh, mother live here with you?

Oh, no. Mother is in Evanston, Illinois.

Evanston, Illinois, my goodness.

- Here you are. - No, thank you. I don't drink.

It's a dry martini. It will help dry you out--

No, I have a metabolism thing.

- Metabolism? - And I-I get drunk very easily.

I see. I was reading a medical journal

where it says, if you take a drink

and take it down in one gulp, it bypasses the metabolism.

- Really? - Yes, here.

- I'll show you what I mean. - That's strange.

Yeah.

You see what I mean? I man, no effect at all.

- You mean, you just.. - Just drink it down fast.

- So this is medically...proven? - Medically proven, yes.

- By six out of five doctors.. - Well, if that's the case.

Bottoms up.

- I see what you mean. - See?

- Yes. - I knew you would.

Good, I'll get the rest.

I hope you don't feel odd or anything

because you're wearing a woman's robe.

Oh, no, not at all.

In fact, I was thinking I look just like, um..

...Jack Lemmon did in that movie

where he dressed up like a girl, remember?

Oh, yes.

Oh, is your head alright?

Uh, it'll be alright in a minute. I..

It's, uh..It's the lights. They're so bright. Oh!

Oh, well, put the light out.

'Come here. Sit down.'

Come on.

'Come on.'

Now, Mr. Broderick, I know

that we can both be adult and not childish.

I mean, I hope you don't feel uncomfortable or anything

because we're both sitting here with just these thin robes on

and no clothes underneath.

I didn't even notice it.

It's awfully warm in here, isn't it? Do you feel--

It's bright, very bright. The lights are bright.

Oh! I'll turn this light out, then.

The darkness will help us both to relax.

- Is there any more of this? - Are you kidding?

There you are...Helen.

Thank you.

Helen, remember the sipping, your metabolism.

- Oh, yes yes. - Bottoms up. There you go.

Little more. That's it. Keep going.

- There! - Hmm.

- Now, Mr. Broderick. - Uh-huh.

- Uh, Frank. Frank. - Right.

Wasn't that a naughty thing you did

tryin' to kill yourself that way?

Just to attract Sylvia's attention.

Oh, I didn't do it to attract Sylvia's attention.

I did it to...attract your attention.

But I am Sylvia to you. Don't you see?

And I really must speak to her and tell her about this.

Well, I wish you wouldn't.

Do you know why, doctor? She'll holler on me.

Exactly, and when you phoned me,

you knew that I wouldn't holler on you.

But then, then to actually jump in.

Doctor, forgive me, but I didn't jump in.

You remember we were standing in each other's arms

and you pushed me in?

Oh, yes, I remember.

Yes, I pushed you in because you were forgetting yourself.

Doctor, I'm sorry again, but you pushed me in

because you were forgetting yourself.

Well, perhaps in the excitement, I may have, um..

You know, when you smile like that you look like Jack Lemmon.

Well, that's a wonderful compliment. Thank you very much.

You know, Sylvia never says nice things to me.

Maybe that's why I don't have the confidence.

Well, I'm gonna give you the confidence.

Mr. Broderick, I am gonna teach you how to woo the woman

you've been married to for 10 years

and make her respond to you.

Let me just turn this light out.

Darkness will always help you succeed in making love to me.

- I mean, to Sylvia. Sylvia. - Sylvia. Sylvia.

Now, you don't even know Sylvia anymore, do you?

Sylvia who?

When you walk in, you don't know if she's gonna embrace you

or holler on you, right?

I really don't know.

So I'm gonna give you some tips on how you can control her.

Oh, very good.

Now, one of the many ways to control a woman

is through the power of touch.

- Mmm. - Give me your hand.

Holding a woman's or a man's hand

in a gentle, yet firm and caressing way

says many, many things.

Mmm. I can hear them now.

Also, there are certain erogenous areas of the body.

The back and sides of the neck, for example.

Do not get discouraged if you get no response from me.

- My neck is a dead area. - Yeah.

However, it's very much alive in over 90% of all women.

I've made a statistical study.

You make many statistical studies, don't you, doctor?

Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Yes, I do.

Oh, yes. Kissing the ear is very helpful, too.

Oh, yes. I made up my mind very early

that I was gonna learn all I could

about love and marriage before I made my mistakes.

Now switch over to the other ear.

By this time, in most cases, that other ear

will just be begging for attention.

No, sir, I'm not going to gamble with my life.

Particularly when it comes to men.

Mm-hm.

But gambling can be part of the fun.

I mean, don't you ever go and experiment on your own?

I mean, as a woman, or aren't you that kind of a girl?

- What kind of a girl? - That kind of a girl.

What kind of a girl?

Um, the kind of a girl that is that kind of a girl.

Mr. Broderick, why is it

that every time I begin interviewing you

you wind up interviewing me?

I, you're absolutely right.

Now..

...about my problem, uh, where were we?

Mr. Broderick, bear in mind

that it's not me you're touching, but Sylvia.

Sylvia, yes.

Now, get close to me and begin caressing me.

And if I don't respond..

If I don't respond, it's because I have this dead area..

...and I never feel..

Oh, it's awfully warm in here, isn't it, Mr. Broderick?

No, it's very bright.

Bright? All the lights are out.

Oh, yes. That's good, very good, Mr. Broderick.

You're doing fine, just doing fine.

You're very beautiful, Helen.

No, not me.

It's Sylvia.

No, you're very beautiful.

No, I..

Am I?

Really beautiful.

Am I really beautiful?

Beautiful.

And you really think that some day..

...that maybe some man..

I mean, a man like you..

...really will fall in love with me?

I am in love with you.

Go away.

- Helen, I.. - Go away.

I meant it, Helen. I-I love you.

Well, I mean it too. That's why I want you to leave.

Mr. Broderick, I want you to leave this apartment.

And I don't ever want you to come back here again.

- Hello, operator? - 'Yes?'

May I please have the area code for direct dialing

to Evanston, Illinois?

Hello, Mother?

It's Helen.

I'm in trouble.

Oh, no, it isn't that. It's worse.

I'm in love with a married man.

Excuse me, but would you call me a cab?

- Sure thing, Mr. Lemmon. - What?

Oh, Mrs. Broderick?

Yeah, what is it?

I'm Dr. Brown and I've come to discuss

your marriage and your sex life.

What?

Frank has been coming to see me.

Are you one of them?

I am a psychologist, Mrs. Broderick.

And your husband has been talking to me

about your marriage.

Come on in, kid. We'll have some coffee.

'I'm afraid there's been some mistake, kid.'

'There are no problems in my marriage.'

- 'But you do quarrel? - 'Never.'

'Mrs. Broderick, why would Frank tell me these things?'

I intend to find that out, the minute he comes in.

Mrs. Broderick.

Do you really love your husband?

Oh, I do!

Then you must do something quickly

to restore his self confidence.

He's asked you to return to work for him, hasn't he?

Oh, yes. And I told him, I'd give the matter

my most serious consideration.

Then do it, please.

It'd mean so much to him to have you right there beside him

when he's fighting off people like Sam Butterworth.

You mean, it's not just to cut the payroll?

Oh, no.

He wants you with him because he loves you

and wants to save his marriage.

Believe me, I know.

Well...in that case, I'll go down to the office today.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Broderick.

Thank you.

Well, I must be running off.

I do have my patients.

Uh..

Hey tell me, kid.

Why are you doing all this?

Why?

Because I want to help Frank and I want to help you.

Because my mother told me to.

Glynis, where's Mr. Broderick?

Mr. Broderick's in the back.

Frank, the factory is idle.

The machines are just lying there.

Don't we have any orders coming in?

You know how much this is gonna cost, if we--

Frank, good news. I got an order for 6000 dozen.

You have to produce 'em immediately.

Immediately. That's impossible.

You expect me to start the factory just for you?

You told me the factory was idle.

He don't have to know that.

Won't you two please talk to each other?

You're strangling me with synthetic fibers from Japan.

I wanted those legs large.

Large, so all the visitors will think we're large.

Doesn't anybody understand?

Mr. Broderick, the display's ready.

Good.

Good good good.

Francis, move a little to the right there.

Amy, step back just a little.

Janette, you've been surfing again. Look at those knees.

One day you're gonna have to decide between..

Sylvia!

Sylvia, darling, you changed your mind.

Oh, I'm so happy. Girls look!

It's my wife, she used to work here. She married the boss.

See, if you're nice to me, maybe you can marry me.

I was kidding.

I'm taking you out to the most beautiful lunch

you've ever had in your life.

Girls, you can take the day off, with pay.

No no, make it an hour and you better be on time.

You look so beautiful! Ah, we both look so happy.

From now on, we're gonna have

the most beautiful marriage, the most beautiful..

Baby get the elevator, I gotta make one phone call.

I'll be right with you.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking.

You don't fool me.

Mmm-hmm.

You're thinking I'm-I'm falling for this Helen Brown dame.

Right, eh?

And when the time comes for me to hand in the story

well, I-I'm not gonna go through with it, uh?

Well, you're wrong!

I'm still the dirtiest louse in the publishing business!

Take a look at this expose I'm doing on Santa Claus.

Why, there isn't an editor in the country

who would dare to be that despicable.

Oh, that's highbrow stuff.

You've got enough material on Helen Brown, now.

She thinks, she's your father, doesn't she?

And you are letting my whole family down.

Chief, I'm after something big.

Something with real social significance.

The time to run that story is right now.

All you're doing, is wasting time.

Wasting time..

Alright, I'm gonna tell you something I didn't want to.

You know where I was last night?

In her apartment.

And you know what we were doing?

We were sitting around with robes

with nothing on, underneath.

- Uh-huh. Uh-huh. - Hm-mm.

Mmm, what happened?

- Well, she started to cry. - That's great!

Marvelous, sir.

I'll tell you, Weston, you're right.

This is a story with social significance.

Well, that's why I wanna follow through with it.

I need one week.

You've got it.

That's all you've got.

That's all I need.

And in one week..

...I'll prove to you, amateurs, I've earned my reputation.

And prove that every single, filthy, dirty lie

that you've ever heard about me..

...is true.

Any messages, Hilda?

- No, doctor Brown. - Oh, good.

Dr. Brown, would you mind autographing

just a few more copies, for my nieces in Wilmington?

Yes, Hilda, before I leave.

Rudy, I think, I'm falling in love.

You do?

Well, I must say, there was a certain

inevitability about it.

Once I set my mind to something..

Oh, no, Rudy, not with you.

Oh, I wish it were.

It's with a patient.

Oh, in that case, it isn't serious.

There's always a phase in which the therapist

falls in love with the patient.

No, Rudy, it's the other way around.

Oh? Whichever way it is.

The important thing is to face the situation squarely

and recognize that this man you think you're in love with

is no more to you than a mother's substitute.

- A mother's substitute? - Yes, of course.

Oh, shut up, Rudy.

Yes, Hilda.

Dr. Brown, Mr. Broderick is on the phone.

Oh.

Hello, mother? Uh, hello?

Helen, I must see you. Have lunch with me.

Mr. Broderick, I will not have lunch with you.

Why, aren't you hungry?

- Is that the man? - Yes.

Have lunch with him, Helen. Listen to Rudy.

This is only a phase.

You're what?

'I'll kill myself!'

'I'll come to your office and I'll kill myself.'

Mr. Broderick, there is absolutely nothing

you could say or do that would make me..

Meet me in a public place. Somewhere, where I can't

behave the way I want to.

Absolutely not!

How about the zoo?

- Fine, 15 minutes. - 'Right.'

'Will you listen to me?'

Last night, something happened that was very real.

Something that very few people get.

- I know. Drown. - You know what I mean?

You're not talking like a shy stocking manufacturer now.

Helen, you mean more to me than an order from Kresges.

This is insane. Impossible! We must be civilized.

'But I am being civilized.'

'No, you're not, you're talking like an animal.'

'After all, you're a married man.'

Married, uh? Well, I've done a little research.

And right from your own book.

'"Usually", and I quote from memory'

'"married men tend to be generous'

'"and ardent to their girlfriends'

'and make ideal companions." Now you wrote that.'

'But that was an observation, not a recommendation.'

'If you had read further, you would see that I also say'

that man is not an ape.

'He has an opportunity, a challenge and responsibility'

'to seek permanent marriage which you have already done.'

'And it is only in this way that we are morally superior'

'to the lower animals.'

Helen..

...suppose I were to tell you Sylvia and I are not married.

'I'd say, you were lying.'

Helen, I swear to you

that Sylvia and I are not legally married.

'I swear to you that Sylvia doesn't love me or want me.'

I swear to you that if I walked out on Sylvia

she wouldn't care for a second.

'I also swear to you as sure as my name'

is Frank Luther Broderick

everything I've told you just now is the truth.

'I don't believe any of it is true.'

'But suppose it were?'

- If it were true? - Uh-huh.

Supposing.

No! Not yet.

I wanna hear this from Sylvia, first.

- Sylvia? - Mm-hm.

But, she doesn't even know.

'Well, then tell her.'

Yes, that's the only way.

Tell her to come to my office tomorrow afternoon at 3:00

if you ever wanna see me again.

'Believe me, if you've been lying to m"

about this or anything else, Frank..

Oh, no.

...I never wanna see you again.

No, I haven't been lying. I haven't.

What am I gonna do?

* What is this thing *

* Called love *

* Mmm this funny thing *

* Called love *

* Just who can solve *

* This mystery *

* Why should you make *

- Gretchen. Hi, Callan. - Honey, what're you doing here?

You've gotta be Sylvia Broderick.

Sure, honey. Is it okay, if I ask why?

Well, everything depends on it.

Now, look, tomorrow afternoon at three O'clock

you go to Dr. Helen Brown's office.

Uh, I'll give you the details tonight.

Now, don't make any dates for tomorrow, okay?

- Anything you say. - See you later.

* Now that's why I ask the Lord *

* In the heaven above *

* Mmm what is this thing *

* This funny thing *

* This crazy thing *

* Called love *

Hi, honey.

Hi, dear.

You got through early today, didn't you?

That's right, I did get through pretty quick

so I could rush home to you, honey bear.

Aww!

Oh, are you getting that, sweetheart?

'No, you get it, angle puss.'

'I don't wanna talk to anybody but you.'

Hello?

Oh, hello, kid.

Oh, everything's been beautiful, since I went back to work.

Really, um, did he tell you that I wanted you

to come to the office tomorrow?

No, not yet.

Well, Frank and I have never been happier.

Well, please come anyway, will you?

It's...at three O'clock.

Oh, sure kid, if you think it is important.

Mrs. Broderick, I think it's very important for all of us.

And-and, Mrs. Broderick

please don't mention to Frank that I called.

Anything you say, kid. See you tomorrow.

- Hi, dear. - Hi, honey.

Uh, thank you puss.

Mmm. Delicious.

'You know why I'm worried?'

That in just about a half hour from now

my wife's gonna have a heart to heart talk with my sweetheart.

I haven't got a wife.

I haven't got a sweetheart.

I'll get it.

Hello.

I know I promised, but this is my big chance.

It might mean stardom and lots of money.

Honey, Irvin has been trying to get this interview for months.

He's been following the producer around.

He's even taken steam baths for me.

Why's he taking steam baths for you?

Because the producer takes them.

Oh, I'm sorry, Bob, but when fame knocks, you should answer.

Ah, that's opportunity.

Whatever it is, I'm answering.

I can't make that appointment for you, that's final.

You're gonna walk all over your friends to get to the top?

Some day you'll understand.

Sometimes it's necessary to be...ruthless.

You can't trust women. They lie and they cheat.

They've got no character, no conscience.

Look at the time. Susan..

Su..

- Susan, it's gotta be you. - Me?

Mmm-hmm. I'm gonna get you a cab.

You're gonna go to Dr. Helen Brown's office.

You're gonna tell her you're Sylvia Broderick

we've been married for 10 years.

Ten years!

- But I'm too young. - Then look older.

And lie lie lie.

Hello, Irvy?

This is Gretchen.

I want to cancel my appointment.

I know you're a great agent.

I know you took steam baths.

But there are some things that are more important

than stardom, fame and money.

I'm not gonna walk on my friend.

My man needs me.

And I can't let him down.

'I beg your pardon. Good afternoon.'

I'm Mrs. Frank Broderick

and I have an appointment with Dr. Brown, I believe.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Broderick.

Come right this way. Dr. Brown is expecting you.

Thank you.

- Mrs. Broderick. - Hi, kid.

Oh, Mrs. Broderick.

- Thank you so much for coming. - Oh, that's alright.

- Won't you sit down? - Yeah, thank you.

It's good to get out of the office every now and then.

Well, what's on your mind, kid? You seemed kind of upset.

Oh. Well, I've been under something of a nervous strain.

Oh! Well, life isn't easy, kid, take it from me.

Why don't you get it off your chest? Tell Sylvia all about it.

Mrs. Broderick.

I'm going to have to ask you a very personal question.

Shoot.

Are you and Frank really married?

What! Dr. Brown?

I mean, are you married legally?

We most certainly are. I've got the papers to prove it.

Oh.

I see.

But do you really care for him?

Oh, yes.

Frank is the most important thing in the world to me.

He's the sweetest, most wonderful, loyal, dearest..

Excuse me.

Yes, Hilda.

Dr. Brown, there's a woman out here

who says she is Mrs. Frank Broderick.

Really?

That's very strange.

Well, would you ask her to wait there a moment, please?

Mrs. Broderick, something very confusing is happening.

I wonder if you'd mind waiting in the other room for a moment.

No, not at all. I hope it won't be too long.

I hate to leave Frank alone.

Dr. Brown, you've no idea how tough the competition is

in the women's hosiery business.

I'll tell you something, it's really murder.

Thank you.

I've only got a few minutes.

But Frank wanted me to drop by to tell you that

even though we've been together for 10 years

I wouldn't care a bit, if he leaves me for you.

- Goodbye. - Oh, wait.

Mrs. Broderick, are you sure

that we're talking about the same Frank Broderick?

Oh, yeah, honey. He's dark and handsome and has curly hair.

That's him, alright.

Mrs. Broderick, as far as you know

are you the only woman that Frank has ever married?

Oh, I'm positive. In fact--

Excuse me. Just a minute.

Yes, Hilda.

Dr. Brown, there's a young lady out here

who insists she's Mrs. Frank Broderick.

- What? - Well, that's just what I said.

She merely repeated it.

Well, ask her to, uh...wait.

Mrs. Broderick, would you mind waiting here, please?

Oh, I can't, honey. After all, I have my own career.

Oh, wait. Ahem.

Then...would you mind just..

...leaving through this door? Thank you.

Wait! What's your first name?

Sylvia. And I hope you and Frank have a real ball together.

Say, kid, I've washed my hands three times already.

Oh, would you mind waiting just one more minute, please?

I've had an emergency case.

Thank you, Mrs. Broderick.

- Mrs. Broderick? - Dr. Brown?

Uh, won't you come in, Mrs. Broderick?

Thank you, Dr. Brown.

Oh, please sit down, Mrs. Broderick.

Thank you.

Well, so you're..

...Mrs. Broderick.

Oh, yes. Yes, Frank and I have been married for 10 years.

Oh.

'Or, uh, six or eight.'

It's so hard to keep track.

You know how time flies when you're with Frank.

Yes.

Well, Frank sort of adopted me when I was very young.

And we've been very good friends ever since.

Oh, that's nice.

Mrs. Broderick, does he come home to you every night?

Well, I really don't know.

You don't?

No, because..

...well, I don't come home every night.

Oh, I see.

And your name is..

- Sylvia. - Sylvia.

Dr. Brown, I just have to tell you

how grateful I am for your book.

- I'm glad. - Oh, boy, so am I.

Are you through with me? Because I've a lunch date

with my boyfriend and I'm kind of late.

Of course. If you happen to see Frank say hello for me.

I will.

Dr. Brown, I think he's kinda stuck on you.

You're a very lucky girl. Bye-bye.

I don't usually listen at keyholes, kid.

But did I hear that girl say her name was Sylvia Broderick?

- Mrs. Frank Broderick. - Oh.

Mrs. Broderick..

...you and that girl are both married to the same man.

What did you say?

- I said-- - I heard what you said.

You're trying to tell me that Frank has two wives?

No wonder I don't have any clothes.

And I was almost fourth.

Mrs. Broderick..

...your husband is a very sick man.

Yeah, he's about to pass away.

Mrs. Broderick, no.

He must be handled with kid gloves.

Oh, good idea. No fingerprints.

Operator, get me the police.

Of course it's an emergency.

A man is going to be murdered in a few minutes

if they don't save him.

Frank Broderick? You're under arrest.

What for? Just 'cause I mixed little cotton in with nylon..

- For bigamy. - Bigamy?

Oh, boy, you fellows got the wrong guy.

You just ask my wife Sylvia.

That's the one who signed the complaint.

- Come on, take him away, boys. - It's a mistake.

Eunice, tell 'em. I never even look at another girl.

'It's ten years I've been married.'

And in all those years, I never even looked at another girl.

They used to have chimes.

Oh, hi, kid. Come on in.

I'm smashing everything I can't take.

I am flying to Las Vegas.

- 'For a divorce?' - For a good time.

I can't get a divorce.

I'm not even sure that I'm the one that's married to him.

You know what part that really stumps me?

How could anyone so ugly get three girls?

Frank isn't ugly, Mrs. Broderick.

If anything, he's quite attractive.

Him?

Yes. Him.

Listen, kid, he's even a lousy stocking manufacturer.

Just take a look at this junk.

Is it any wonder the competition's killing him?

- How about a drink? - Oh, I don't drink.

- That's ridiculous. - I'm Dr. Rudy De Meyer.

- I'd love one. - Oh, so would I.

Mrs. Broderick, I've brought along Dr. De Meyer..

...to join me in pleading with you

not to punish Frank, but to help him.

Help him?

Yes, help your husband Frank.

Him.

Mrs. Broderick, I'd like to get your husband

out of jail where I can treat him.

No, I'd like to leave him in jail until his teeth fall out.

Mrs. Broderick, that's not fair.

Your husband is very ill.

There's a reason he keeps marrying all these girls.

A reason he only falls in love with girls named Sylvia.

My name isn't Sylvia.

That's the one ray of hope. He's departing from his pattern.

'And we may be able to save him.'

- For what? - For what?

I don't know.

Mrs. Broderick, please.

I know your husband. I know him well.

He's opened up his heart to me.

'I know that it's only you that he loves and needs.'

And I know that deep inside..

...he's sweet and gentle and kind.

Mrs. Broderick, is this your husband?

Mine and everyone else's.

Mrs. Broderick.

This is not the man you're married to.

He's the man that's been coming here to sleep for ten years.

But this is not the man who's been coming to my office.

This man is ugly.

Now, just a minute, doctor.

Do not talk that way about my Frank.

The Frank Broderick who's been coming to my office

is young and handsome and charming.

He looks like Jack Lemmon.

Oh, well, that's Bob Weston.

Who?

Bob Weston.

The managing editor of Stop.

'He lives right next door.'

Say, has he been coming to you with my marriage problems?

Rudy, this is shocking.

I'm scared.

Is that the Bob Weston who wrote the magazine article?

Oh, no, it can't be true.

With Bob Weston?

Bob Weston is the dirtiest dog around.

Next to Bob Weston, do you know what Frank is?

A nun.

Rudy. He's doing a story on me.

That's why he went so far.

I'd like to smash his face.

And what a story. Oh, what I said to him.

Oh, what I did.

Rudy, I want to go away.

Before that article is published. Oh.

Go to Vegas. You can make a bundle.

I wanna go somewhere where they've never even

heard of Stop magazine.

I know.

Take me to Fiji.

Fiji?

Yes, Fiji.

Where women are women, and men are worms.

If you're really serious, I'll wiggle along.

Take me to my apartment to pack.

Say, wait a minute.

Does that mean that Frank is innocent?

How do I know? I never saw him before.

But, of course he's innocent.

How could he possibly be interested in another woman

when he already has me?

Operator, get me the police.

Of course, it's an emergency.

An innocent man has been unjustly imprisoned.

Oh, I could just see that Bob Weston.

How he must be gloating.

Don't be a fool, Weston.

Turn in your story on Helen Brown.

We've promised our readers.

Sorry, Randall.

Dr. Helen Brown is a decent human being.

It would be indecent to malign her.

I'd like a word with Mr. Weston alone.

- Well, Bob. - Chief.

It makes my heart bleed to see you like this.

Think of your future.

Why, you have greatness in you.

Bob, I've come to regard you as my own son.

'As you know, I have no children of my own'

and I was thinking of changing my will.

- It won't work, chief. - But, son..

- I'm sorry. - Very well.

We'll print this story with what we've got.

No, you won't. I'll deny any of it happened

and she'll sue you for $ 12 million.

- You're despicable. - No, despicable.

- Despicable. - Yes, that's good.

- And you're through? - Yes.

And when I'm finished with you

no decent publication in the country will hire you.

Get out! Get out!

Get out!

Susan.

Susan, Sylv..

Susan, after all the years

you've been my secretary the le..

The least you could do is stop while I'm talking to you.

Weston, get out.

This is not your office anymore, but mine.

This is my secretary.

Poor, poor Sylvester.

I taught you every rotten thing you know.

Yeah, and look what it's got me.

Your office, your job, your secretary

even your clothes. While you, Weston, you're all finished.

That's what you think, Sylvester.

For me, it's only the beginning.

You may have the money and the power and sex

but I've got love.

- Taxi! - Your wife says she's coming.

She'll never have another chance. I'm heading back

to the office to get my sample case then I'm flying to Hawaii

before she can lay a hand on me. Taxi.

- Main and 40th. - Thank you.

You're welcome, and hurry.

- Taxi. - You must have just missed him.

I guess, he was afraid you wouldn't forgive him.

Forgive him? I want him to forgive me.

I want to crawl on my knees. Taxi!

Main and 40th, and don't stop for anything.

Why, certainly, my dear. But we'll get there just as fast

if we relax and take our time, won't we?

What? You get this cab moving

or I'll wrap it around your neck.

Uh..

Well, excuse me, but what's happening?

Why are they tearing down the building?

Hilton's putting up a hotel here.

A Hotel?

Well...what happened to the institute?

- Where is everyone? - There is no more institute.

Offenbach ran away with the money.

Chickering ran away to Europe.

And me, I'm going into politics

where the real money is.

You know where Helen.. I mean, Dr. Brown is?

Oh, yes, although it was all her fault.

She ran away with Rudy to Fiji.

I think you can still catch her at home

if you wanna offer congratulations..

- Fiji! - Okay, Joe, let her go.

To the airport, as fast as you can drive.

That's all I want, a chance to show what I can do.

Hold onto your seats.

Helen. Wait! Uh.

He's coming after us. Faster, faster.

Ha! Watch my smoke, lady.

I could have been an astronaut, but the pace was too slow.

There he goes. Catch him.

Look, lady, there are speed laws.

Shut up and drive.

Okay, driver, you can slow down now.

Yeah. We've lost him, alright.

See that? Nobody passes Speed Vogel. Nobody even catches up.

He's losing us. Faster, faster.

Lady, I'm a law-abiding man. Also, I'm accident prone.

You better catch that car or I'll break your other arm.

Bob. Bob. Come here.

Come here.

Sylvia, I can't stop now. I've gotta find Helen.

I don't care about Helen. Frank's up ahead.

You go tell him, I love him and want to apologize.

Frank.

Hey, where are you going?

Sylvia's coming behind in a cab to..

Frank!

Whew!

Rudy, isn't that Frank Broderick?

Why, no, I think, that's Jack Lemmon.

Helen, wait. I've got something to tell you.

- I hate you. - But how can you hate me.

- You don't even know me? - Yes, I do.

You're Bob Weston of Stop magazine.

The dirtiest fink I've ever known.

- Faster, Mr. Vogel. - Helen, but..

Faster. Faster!

- Can't you go any faster? - Lady, lady! Please!

Speeders on the bridge. Head 'em off before they reach highway.

I don't know. Some kind of a white convertible.

It looked like a blue Bentley inside of a yellow cab.

Pay no attention, Harvey. Don't let them rush you.

Of course, Emily.

Hold it there, mister.

Alright, where's the fire?

Frank.

Bob.

Bob, in 10 long years, did I ever once glance

at another woman? And now she wants to--

No, no, no, no. Sylvia loves you.

She wants to apologize. Stop for her.

Really? I can't stop.

- Why not? - I got a girl in the back.

Gretchen!

What? What are you doing with him?

Oh, you go home to your Dr. Brown.

- Take her in your car, will ya? - Why should I?

So, I can go back for Sylvia.

'I can't, Frank, I gotta catch Helen.'

Sylvia.

Helen.

You're the only girl in the world for me.

I had to lie. But I swear, I'll never lie again. Never.

Then what are you doing with her?

- Get moving, Speed. - She's a strange person.

I've never seen her in my life before.

I gotta stop her from ruining her life.

That maniac, I'll fix him.

No, no. Now, cool down.

Now, take it easy. No, no, no, no, watch yourself.

To the airport, as fast as you can.

Right, mister. All I want is a chance.

- Where are you taking me? - Anywhere you wanna go.

On our honeymoon.

Taxi. Taxi.

- Where's the driver? - I threw him out.

I couldn't get him to move.

- Move, I gotta catch Helen. - Well, I've got to catch Frank.

I'll catch Frank.

Bob, Bob.

- Frank, Frank. - Helen, Helen.

Sylvia, Sylvia.

My taxi, my taxi.

If you don't stop, I'll have you both arrested for kidnapping.

Well, just let me find an exit.

Hey, pass me a pretzel, will ya?

- Stop, you sex fiend. - Yes, ma'am.

Sylvia, dreamboat, I've been looking..

- Where'd you get the pretzel? - Frank, here you are, pussycat.

- There's Helen. - Frank, look out.

- Helen. - Keep away from me.

- Keep away. - Hey, my taxi fare.

- Hey, hey. - Helen.

'Helen, let me explain?'

- Keep away. - I wanna say I love you.

- 'Frank.' - Now, Helen.

- Get away, get away from me. - Helen, come on.

- Would you believe this? - Ah!

My taxi, my taxi.

My taxi, my taxi.

My motorcycle, my motorcycle.

- There's that cop again. - Harvey, look out.

Helen, that night in your apartment--

Oh, shut up.

She, loved me then. Can you deny it?

- Rudy, kick him out. - No.

You didn't answer him.

Shut up you're just as impossible as he is.

- I think they're both cute. - Well, thank you, my dear.

- And your name is? - Gretchen.

Tell me, Gretchen. Do you like to dance?

'Hey, where's Frank?'

Sylvia, tell her that I love her.

He loves you that's why he lost his job.

Yeah, because he wouldn't do that dirty story.

- Frank. - Sylvia.

Oh Frank, darling, I'll never let you leave me.

I love you.

Frank, you're taking me to Hawaii and don't forget it.

- In front of my wife. - Frank, Frank.

Catch him or I'll make you take me to Hawaii.

You hot rodders are a menace.

Hey officer.

- Where's Bob? - Who's Bob?

Friend of mine, in a car like yours just went shooting by.

Speeding, huh? Watch me get him.

And that's the story I wanted to run.

How your advice saved a marriage of a faithful

stocking manufacture and his jealous wife.

That's the reason they fired me.

Ugh! How you all lie so easily and stick up for each other.

You make me sick.

My taxi, my taxi.

Alright, buddy. Pull over.

Helen. It began all wrong.

- Can we start over? - Yes as enemies, I hate you.

Hot dog, what a sexy slap.

You trying to do discourage him or satisfy yourself?

I won't be dominated by any man.

I'd gladly be dominated by any man.

Is that what you think I'm trying to do, dominate you?

I never dug a chick like you any way, thanks for turning me down.

Really, well, don't mention it.

Buster, you can have her back I don't want her.

Gretchen, I'm taking you to Hawaii.

Okay, honey.

Sylvia.

Frank.

No, no, no. I'm taking Gretchen, to Hawaii.

- Here. Here're your tickets. - Alright.

- My sunshine. - You're my very own.

Oh, let's go.

Now hear this, now hear this. You're all under arrest.

This whole airport is under arrest.

Every plane, every truck, every car

every person in this airport is under arrest.

And I don't want no body leaving this airport

without orders from me. And them there, is orders.

- Go to Hawaii with Rudy. - Oh, forget about that Rudy.

He's going to the Fiji islands with that screwy kid.

You in that control tower

I want you to throw off all your switches.

Put out that beacon.

You up there...bring that plane down.

That's right, that's right. Bring it on down.

People out there on the highway, pull over.

I want to see everybody's license.

I want to see, your drivers license, pilot license

transport license, hanger license, building license

"see your license" license.

And everybody everywhere is under arrest.

It's all that, Bob Weston's fault, what a friend.

Yeah, and she tried to convince me you're a bigamist.

Would I ever so much as look at another women?

That's right, this is the chief. Get it here fast.

'American Airlines flight 44'

'connecting for Los Vegas, Hawaii and the Fiji islands.'

'All passengers to gate 88.'

'I don't want to go to, Fiji.'

I don't wanna be a single girl.

I want Bob Weston.

Now, isn't that ironic.

'You wrote a book teaching single girls every where'

how to land their men and now, you can't land the one you want.

I know exactly how to get him back.

Just you watch.

'American Airline flight 44'

'connecting for Las Vegas, Hawaii and the Fiji islands.'

'All passengers to gate 88.'

'Flight 44 at gate 88 leaving at 4:48.'

Oh, Helen, come on, don't cry.

No it's not necessary to cry every..

Oh, Helen. Oh, no.

Everything is gonna be alright. There's no reason to cry.

I want all moving vehicles everywhere to halt.

'Oh, everything is gonna be fine. Oh, please.'

Helen, no. You've gotten all too nervous..

'Fiji, Oakland, Sydney'

'and Melbourne, now boarding at Gate 26, thank you.'

I'm glad we finally got rid of those two pests.

I got 'em. Lets get on that plane

before we get tangled up again with those pests.

Oh, a second honeymoon. Where are you taking me?

The Fiji islands, baby.

Our marriage can survive there

'cause the women don't wear stockings.

Aww.

But If I'm giving up my practice to becoming your wife..

...and you've lost your job..

...then how would you support me after the honeymoon?

I've got a better job with Dirt magazine.

No. Now let me explain. They want me to take

that filthy rag and turn it into the most influential

most respected news magazine in the whole world.

'Your attention please'

'Airline flight 110 for Wake Island, Long Island'

'Tokyo and Hong Kong, now boarding at gate 24.'

Stand back, everything is under control. Stand back.

Stand back, everything's under control, stand back.

Your red light and siren in good working order?

Yes sir.

Driver..

...follow that plane.