Adam's Rib Page #2

Bobby, bring me the morning papers

in here right away. Will you, please?

Whatever her name was,

she shot her husband.

-Served him right.

-l'm not joking. This is big.

One:
Find out where she is.

Two:
Get me copies of all the police

and court records that are available.

Three:
Find who's handling her.

Probably Legal Aid Society.

lf that's it, let me talk to Rogers.

lf she's privately defended,

let me talk to them.

Four:
Get Miss Bassett

at Women's Council for Equal Rights.

Five:
Get my husband on the phone.

Six:
Don't get my husband.

-Thank you, Bobby.

-''Woman popped her ever-loving.''

Yeah. Thanks. Beat it. Attinger.

A-T-T-l-N-G-E-R.

Yes, Doris Attinger.

l want to see her today without fail.

-What's going to happen?

-Plenty.

What explanation have you got?

She's crazy, that's all.

That's the only explanation.

Plain crazy.

Plain crazy.

She's always been crazy,

if you want a fact.

-Crazy when you married her?

-Certainly. A fruitcake.

-Why did you marry her?

-How should l know? Who knows?

Why'd you marry yours?

Does anybody know?

Wait, Mr. Attinger. Let's not play around

with this too free-and-easy.

After you've filed complaint--

l've been complaining ever since

the day we got married.

Go ahead and file it. She's nuts!

That's my complaint.

l'd like to see her put away somewheres.

That's all. Out of my hair.

Murderers running around.

What kind of a town is this?

We don't have so many murderers

running around, Miss....

But we have a lot of other things

just as bad.

You mean like me, huh?

Listen, bub, l connect with you.

You ain't over my head.

-Good.

-l'm getting a lawyer on my own.

-l gotta get her put away.

-Listen, pal.

You're running way ahead of yourself.

You just give us the facts

and the background.

We'll get a conviction

on an attempted murder...

or first-degree assault or

however else the office wishes to proceed.

You understand that?

What do l do?

You just tell us the truth as clearly

and as accurately as you can.

Shoot. l mean, go ahead.

State your full name.

Warren Francis Attinger.

Where do you live?

66 West 12th Street.

-New York City?

-New York City.

Occupation?

Nothing. No occupation.

-Housewife.

-That's right. Housewife.

-All right.

-And mother?

Yes.

No, thank you.

l don't believe women should smoke.

You'll excuse me saying it.

Yes, l'll excuse you.

-Now--

-Thank you. lt's not feminine.

How long have you been married,

Mrs. Attinger?

Nine years and four months.

-l see.

-And 12 days.

-Finished?

-Yes, thank you.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

And you have three children?

Warren, Jr., he's 8...

Allan, he's 7, and Trudy, she's 6.

That's all.

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