Bachelor in Paradise
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- Year:
- 1961
- 109 min
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When she sighs and her baby-blue
eyes embrace your face
Lies, all lies
What the lady wants
Is your closet space.
Bachelor in Paradise,
be careful
Bachelor in Paradise,
beware.
Lights down low
Frankie's records
And cocktails on the floor
You should know
It's the garden of
Eden seen once more.
Adam, come on,
be smart
Just take your fig leaf
and depart
And leave one bachelor
less in Paradise.
These days,
as you may have noticed,
many a motion picture
opens, with a scene
which rightly belongs
somewhere in the middle of the story.
But this time we have a novel.
This picture opens
where the story begins.
Somewhere in the
south of France.
Pardonnez-moi, madame.
Chapter seven:
The French women.
has elevated the physical act of kissing
to artistic level unattained by
any other society.
Kissing an experienced
French woman
provides the average male with
a sensation that compares favourably with...
with a...
Pardon?
Pardonnez-moi, Mr. Niles.
A transatlantic call
for you, from your publisher?
I'll take it up
right there.
Halo?
Oh, Austin?
I thought I never get you on the phone.
I had you paged the all over France.
Do you realise I've been
up all night trying to get you?
And all I could get from the operators
is that you... you're out...
or your line is engaged,
whatever that is...
It's noon over here, and I haven't
even had any breakfast, yet.
Dear lad, how are you?
Oh, hard at work.
I'm up to chapter seven,
on How the French Live.
How's it coming?
Ah, fine. I'm two weeks ahead on the research
and four months behind on a writing.
I'm afraid you'll
have to interrupt it, Adam.
And fly back here
on the next jet.
What? Why?
Because of the demands
of the United States Government.
Very large
domestic organization.
Oh yes. I used to get my mail from them.
Is anything wrong?
Wrong! You are in deep
and serious difficulties, Adam.
If to be euphemistic about it.
I'll see you in Washington
tomorrow afternoon.
Tomorrow? But I'm in
the middle of the book. I just can't...
You are in the middle
of a tornado, Adam.
And it's lively
destroy you completely.
Now climb on that
next jet out of Paris,
and don't speak to a soul.
Mind you, no publicity.
Yes, but Austin,
it's not that...
In fact, if anybody ask you,
deny that you are A. J. Niles.
Use an alias.
Your mother's maiden name.
Or was Niles
Your mother's maiden name?
Your innuendo is offensive!
What innuendo? Uncle Sam has
been calling you on for days!
AEROPORT DE PARIS
TREASURY DEPARTMEN BUREAU OF ENGRAVING AND PRINTING
629,470 dollars?
That's according
to our present calculations.
It may be more.
But it can't be more.
I didn't earn that much.
Even a government can't
take over a hundred percent.
Dear lad, they subpoenaed me,
I had to give them the figures.
Mr. Niles, you've been out of the
country for fourteen years,
which rose to total off
1 million, 214 thousands,
704 dollars, 63 cents.
But what about my expenses?
- We have no record of any expenses.
I sent them all to my
business manager, every month!
I've explained all that
to this gentleman, Adam.
But matter of fact you are
responsible for the actions
of your business
manager, Mr. Niles.
Well doesn't anyone have
any idea where he run of to?
Vanish like a puff of smoke.
I just can't believe that
Herman Wappinger is dishonest.
That man wears piping in his vest.
In all the years, Mr. Niles,
Mr. Wappinger has been
handling your affairs,
he never once had filed
And we are
most sympathetic Mr. Niles,
but this is a clear case of fraud.
All my life's earning
is down the drain
just because I was stupid enough to get
Herman Wappinger my power of attorney.
I'm not only a criminal,
I'm also a popper.
You haven't a dime, Adam.
The department has
attached everything,
all your royalties
as they come in.
We had to, Mr. Niles.
That's the law.
Yeah, I know that law,
You might as well put me in
jail, at least I'll be able to eat.
That won't be necessary,
under the circumstances.
Mr. Palfrey has offered to put up
a surety bond.
Oh thanks, Austin.
Then I'm free to leave?
You're free to leave this office,
but not this country.
Thanks.
Million...
214 thousands, 704 dollars and...
63 cents.
Shoo!
I'm an american citizen.
They can't force me
to stay in this country.
Yes, they can, dear boy.
Until you pay back
those $624,000,
or until Herman Wappinger's conscience
forces him to materialize.
Right now Herman is probably on
a yacht with four beautiful gals.
Livin' it up!
I hope he's taking notes.
In the meantime, what do I do?
- You could go to work.
I could go back to Cleveland,
get my old job at a sports desk,
$62.50 a week and free
passes for the dog show.
No. I have an idea for you.
Your next book.
What next book? I ain't
finished researching my last one.
Then you can start researching your
next one immediately.
"How the Americans Live."
You're joking.
- I'm not joking at all, old boy.
A Niles-eye view of America
might be absolutely sensational.
It could be the biggest
seller you had yet.
And if it's anything like your others,
half of the people
of America will buy it,
just to see what they've missed.
Plus the other half will buy it
to see what you've missed.
You've got to do it, Adam!
But how?
How am I going to live?
I'll subsidise you.
Your rent,
and 75 dollars a week.
75 dollars?
Look, don't go over budget
just to save a human life.
85, and not a penny more.
You can eat oatmeal instead of caviar.
Yeah, but it tastes
terrible with champagne.
I'll need a secretary.
- One ugly secretary.
One that can type, huh?
One more thing...
this is America.
Not Europe. Our attitude
towards our women is different.
Sex hasn't gone out, has it?
- No, of course not.
I'd heard it'd been
replaced by television.
As long as you're here,
no experiments with women.
How am I gonna research
without experiments?
Strictly by observation,
dear boy.
If you get involved,
no more allowance.
I'm in trouble enough. I guess
I could hide up at a place like bucks county.
No good.
Not typical.
Nowadays, the average American
lives in a planned community...
a housing development.
You mean one of those
tear down the old slums
and put up new slums?
Oh, they're more
appealing than that.
Take, for example,
Paradise Village.
Paradise Village?
- Yeah!
Sounds revolting.
It's a modern community
in the San Fernando Valley.
Who lives there...
horses?
I don't hear, dear boy.
Fortunes have been made in such
community as Paradise Village.
I've even invested a little myself.
And with the population
growth in California,
it forms a cross-section
of the entire country.
I've arranged for a house
for you there.
Under an alias, of course.
And you expect me to
live there? - Mm-hmm.
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