The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer Page #6

-Well, that's easy for you to say.

Why don't you write out a court order?

-Good evening, Mr. Chamberlain.

-Is the lady of the house in?

-The lady of the house is practically out.

-Hello, Your Honor.

Only a moment, Tommy.

-Are you all right?

-Oh, I'm fine. Just fine.

I'm sorry about our--

It's all right. It was really nothing.

I'm just fine.

I'll be home early. Be a good girl.

See you in the morning.

Goodbye. Have a good time.

-Do I detect an air of trouble?

-I never enjoy quarreling with Susan.

She's entitled to growing pains,

isn't she?

Yes, but Susan's growing pains

are rapidly becoming a major disease.

-Can I be of any assistance?

-What apartment is Mr. Nugent in?

He isn't in any apartment.

-Doesn't he live here?

-Sure, but he isn't home.

Anything I can do for you?

-Thank you. I'll wait.

-He expecting you?

I'm going to pose for him.

Do you want to wait upstairs?

-Do you think it would be all right?

-Sure. I'll take you up.

-You're new around here.

-Yes.

-I'm 15.

-I'm 17.

That's okay. I like older women.

Mademoiselle.

Here we are.

Some layout, huh?

This is where he lives.

I'd like to hang around, but I got

work to do. Make yourself at home.

-When did you first discover she was gone?

-About dinnertime I went to call her.

-What time was that?

-Quarter past 7.

-She leave a note?

-I didn't find any.

-Any signs of a struggle?

-Oh, no!

Stop conducting this like an investigation.

-Bessie, you may go.

-Thank you, ma'am.

You're the assistant DA.

Do something.

I gotta have some clues.

We only have a description.

-Have you checked the hospitals?

-Hospitals, airports, bus terminals.

-You call her friends?

-Hours ago.

She had a date with a boy, Jerry White.

When he got here, she'd already gone.

Hello? It's for you.

Hello. Yes, Chamberlain speaking.

No, she was alone. Yes, keep a man there.

And, Keighly, check the morgue.

Right.

I'm sorry. It's just routine. I remember

an important murder case. The body--

If anything's happened,

I won't forgive myself.

-I shouldn't have quarreled.

-What about?

It was nothing. I told her she couldn't

pose for Richard Nugent.

She said she didn't need my advice,

that she was....

--aggravated by the imponderables

of international currency fluctuations--

Hello, Mr. Nugent.

Dickie, hello.

Come on, let us in!

And now we bring you Del Minelli.

And that sensational swoon tune

"Fast Ride in a Patrol Wagon. "

Tell me exactly what happened.

If I knew exactly what happened,

I wouldn't be here.

Give me a rough idea.

Where were you when they finally let

me use the phone here last night?

I had not anticipated your winding up in jail.

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