That Girl (1966–1971): Season 1, Episode 13 - All About Ann - full transcript

Judy isn't sure if she should tell Ann what she saw, but she decides to do so: that Don, who didn't see her, was having lunch with a beautiful blonde. The blonde ends up being an actress colleague of Ann's named Sheila Harmon. Ann doesn't want to jump to the conclusion that Don is seeing another woman behind her back, but it's hard for her not to, especially as Don told her that he skipped lunch that day since he was too busy, and as Sheila, with who Ann is currently participating in an acting workshop, seems to be evading her or any mention of lunch. As such, Ann begins to act coolly toward Don, who isn't sure why Ann seems to be mad at him. What Don and Sheila are up to would make Ann happy if she knew, but Don, regardless of Ann's feelings, wants to keep it a secret from Ann until the project is completed, which may be too late for their relationship if Ann is no longer speaking to him.

Who is it?

Judy.

Oh, hi, honey. Come on in.

Hi.

Hi.

Well, what do you think?

Nice.

You want some coffee?
I just made it. No, thanks.

I've already had 4
cups in the last hour.

I've been wanting
to talk to you all day.

Is something the matter?



Plenty.

I spoke to Leon and...

Aw, did you have a fight?

He said it was
none of my business,

and I should keep my mouth shut.

And I said I couldn't.

What was none of your business?

And why couldn't you
keep your mouth shut?

Ann, you're my best friend.

You bet I am.

So you just tell me
what's on your mind.

You're on my mind.

What?

Well, I saw Don
going into a restaurant



on Fifth Avenue today.

That's all?

No, that's only part of it.

Well, what's the other part?

There was a girl with him.

And it was not that girl.

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Aren't you gonna say anything?

That coffee should be
just about ready now.

Ann, I guess you
didn't hear what I said.

I saw Donald, today,
going into a restaurant.

With a girl.

Isn't that what you said?

And, and it doesn't bother you?

Oh, Judy.

Why should it?

After all, Don and
I aren't married.

If he wants to take
another girl to lunch,

why should I get all upset?

Ann, you forgot to unplug it.

Now you did.

I'm always doing that.

I understand.

You know something?

That couldn't had been
Don you saw today.

I talked to him, and he
said he was skipping lunch.

Well, if that's what he said...

I mean, it happens all the time.

You see somebody a block away,

and you're sure you know them.

And then you get up close,

and it's somebody else.

Yeah.

How close were you?

They were 5 feet in front of me.

Okay. So it was Don.

Here, have some coffee.

Could we change the subject?

Good idea.

Good.

Uh, Leon delivered
triplets today.

Well, it could've been
for business reasons.

What business reasons?

He charges the same
for 3 as he does for 1.

I know who it was.

His secretary.

Dark-haired little
girl? Wears glasses?

No.

She was blond and beautiful
and a figure to match.

And you know her.

I do?

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, you said you
couldn't care less.

Never mind what I said.

Well, I don't know
her name, but she was

in that play with you
down at the workshop.

Sheila Harmon?

No, Don. I don't think
she suspects anything.

We did a long scene
together yesterday,

and she didn't seem to
have anything on her mind.

At least, she didn't show it.

Hmm?

Today?

Well, I don't know.

If you like seafood, it's great.

I love it.

But isn't it a little too risky?

Not if we met
there accidentally.

Say at 12:30.

I just don't like the
idea of sneaking

around behind Ann's back.

Well, we won't have
to do it much longer.

When are you going to tell her?

Very soon. I promise.

Please, just be
a little patient.

I'm trying to be.

But you must understand
my position, too.

Getting so, every
time I see her,

I want to crawl into
a corner and hide.

I know that, but... Hi, Ann.

Listen, just say goodbye
like you're, uh, uh,

like you're talking
to your mother.

I'll see you at the restaurant.

Okay, I'll see you there.

Bye, Mother.

No script today.

We're doing improvisations.

Oh.

Yeah, you know, where
they give us a copy,

and we make up the
lines as we go along.

Yes, I know what
improvisations are.

Hey, that sounds like fun.

I'll bet there are
some real interesting

subjects you and
I can talk about.

Sure, got any ideas?

Well, uh, how about
2 girls discussing

where to go for lunch?

Oh, I don't think we'd
get very much out of that.

Oh, sure we could.

See, all we have
to do is pick a place

where we ate recently.

And then we could
talk about the menu

and the service and the prices.

For instance,

where did you have
lunch yesterday?

Um, yesterday?

I had a cup of coffee
with my mother. Oh?

I'd like to meet your
mother sometime.

Funny thing, I feel
I almost know her.

Why... Ms. Harmon, Ms. Marie.

Are you ready to go to work?

We better get out
there. I'll be right there.

I don't really feel like
having lunch alone today.

Maybe Donald will take me.

Ann?

Uh, h-how you doing?

Well, right now, I'm looking for
a handsome, young writer who'd

like to take a starving
young actress to lunch.

Uh, gee, I'd love
to, Annie, but, uh,

well, it's another
one of those days.

Oh, you mean a skipping-lunch
day again like yesterday?

Well, it's, uh,

well, it's, it's been a
rough week, and I'm, uh,

well, I'm sort of tied
up on a new project.

Oh, sounds interesting.

Well, well, it is. Very, um,

I'll have to tell you about it.

Yes, I can hardly
wait to hear about it.

Well, um, uh, listen,
I'll call you, huh?

Sorry about lunch.

Okay. Bye, Donald.

Uh, bye.

Ann, we've been waiting.

I'm sorry, Mr. Slocum.

Now, as I was saying,

the purpose of improvisation

is to free the actor from
the author's dialogue,

and allow the true
feelings of the individual

to come to the surface.

I'm for that.

Have you selected a topic?

Well, we really can't
think of anything.

Well, start with a
sentence. Any sentence.

Just say the first thing
that comes to your mind.

I don't think you'd approve
of that kind of language.

Hi, ya. Hi, Jerry.

How's it going? Fine.

So, we're going to Chinatown
for lunch. You want to go?

Ooh, I'd love some Won
Ton soup, but I've got a date.

You could bring Ann.

Well, it's, uh, it's, uh,

it's not with Ann.

Oh? Well, uh, whoever it is,

bring her along.
Who said it was a her?

You said it was a
her when you said

"It, uh, um, uh,
it isn't with Ann."

It's a business lunch. Then
it's none of my business?

Believe me, Jerry,
it's not what you think.

I'm not thinking anything.

I just hope they live on
opposite sides of town.

You're cute, Jerry. Cut it out.

Okay. Okay. Are you
sure you don't want to go?

Look, just bring me back
some fortune cookies.

With the following message:

"Man who burned
candle at both end

play high... What
does that mean?

How should I know?
I'm not Chinese.

And then she says
she was gonna have

lunch with her mother.

She could, at least,
have said her brother.

Huh?

Well, Donald looks
more like her brother

than her mother.

In case you saw them together.

If I saw them together,
I'd know it was Donald.

Right.

So it was okay for her to say

it was her mother.

Don...

You'd think a writer would
show a little more imagination.

Look, Ann, instead of
getting all worked up,

why don't you
just tell Sheila that

you know what's going on.

Because I don't know
what's really going on.

And I'm not gonna make
a fool of myself until I do.

Then I'll make a fool of myself.

Maybe if I spoke
to Don and told him

what a big mistake
he was making?

Judy, don't you dare.

He's bound to think I sent you.

And I'm not gonna go
crawling to any man.

Well, I'll crawl for you.

Thank you, Judy, but no.

Now, I want you to promise me.

Please, Judy, promise
me that you won't say

a word about this to Donald.

All right, I promise.

I won't open my mouth
even if I'm tortured.

If you do, you will be.

I just want to know one thing.

Aren't you gonna do
anything about this?

I mean, at least stick
pins in his picture.

I don't even want to look at it.

Well, I can't say
that I blame you.

And just to make it easy.

Judy, what are you doing?

Didn't you say you never
wanted to see him again?

Do you have to listen
to everything I say?

And besides, I didn't say never.

Oh, I'm sorry, Ann.

I guess you're not
as mad as you say.

I happen to be furious.

But if I wanted
Donald's picture torn up,

I'd like the pleasure
of doing it myself.

Oh, you're right.

It's your privilege.

You wanna work on the frame?

No.

Hi, Don. You wanna have dinner

or have you got
a couple of dates?

Jerry, will you cut that out?

Just don't be so
stingy. Let me have one.

All right, I'm gonna tell
you what this is all about.

Look, I don't want
to hear your story.

I just want part of the cast.

The girl I've been
having lunch with

is Sheila Harmon.

She's in Ann's workshop.

I told you, opposite
sides of town.

You got them in
the same building.

Here, look at this.

"All About Ann: A candid profile
of an aspiring young actress."

What is it? It's an article I've
been working on for the magazine.

You know, there are millions
of girls like Ann in New York.

And I think it
makes a great story.

All the crazy jobs
she has to take,

the, the disappointments,
the excitement.

Hey, Ann must be thrilled.

She doesn't even know about it.

But where did you
get all the pictures?

That's why I've
been seeing Sheila.

She's been taking them
of Ann at the workshop.

And I've gotten some from
Ann's agents and her friends.

I've been working on
this thing for weeks.

Why don't you want
Ann to know about it?

Well, it's, it's like
telling your kid

you're gonna take
him to the circus

and then the circus
never comes to town.

Oh. This thing may
never get printed.

But even more
important, these pictures.

If Ann knew about
the article, well,

she would've gotten
self-conscious and started posing.

Some of these are great.

Here, look. There's one when the
director told her she made a mistake.

Then he turned his back.

Here's when she was acting.

I hope.

That's my favorite.
What do you think?

It's terrific!

Hey, you know, this
could make a cute article.

You know, all I need now
is some more shots of her

in her apartment.

Dishes piled up,
clothes scattered around.

You know, a candid look
of a young actress at home.

Well, how do you
plan to get them?

Simple. I'll ask Ann
to see me tonight,

and I'll take my camera.

Well, won't she suspect?

Well, I'll tell her, tell her
I've got a new camera

and I want to try it out.

You're really sneaky.

Yeah, not as sneaky as you
thought I was this afternoon.

Hey, I'm still interested
in that other girl.

Hi, Ann? It's me.

Oh, hello, Donald.

Are you busy tonight? Why,
what did you have in mind?

Well, I thought we'd have
a little dinner at your place.

Don't dress.

Pardon?

Now, dress. Just don't
dress up. I want the real you.

Oh, that's good, 'cause that's
just what you're gonna get.

Donald?

Yeah.

Coming.

What was that?

You opening the door.

Fine. Here's me
closing the door.

Ann. Ann.

Ann, open the door.

Ann, I'd like to know
what's going on.

Ann. Listen, Ann, you open this
door or I'm walking out of here.

Well, you can start now.

Oh, it's you.

Well, that's certainly a
nice, warm, friendly greeting.

Do you expect me to
throw my arms around you

and kiss you like
all your other girls?

What's going on?

First, Ann slams
the door on my face,

and now you're treating me
like I've got the bubonic plague.

Rats were responsible
for the plague, too.

Judy, look, I want to know
why you're acting this way.

Just how do you expect me to act

after what you did
to my best friend?

What did I do to
your best friend?

I can't tell you. I promised Ann I
wouldn't say a word about Sheila.

Wait a minute.

Ann knows about me and Sheila?

Well, you...

can't keep a thing
like that a secret.

Okay. Would you like to see
what Sheila and I have been doing?

You have pictures?

They're giving
impressions of Ann,

for this.

Yeah, an article
I've been writing

that I didn't want
her to know about yet.

Oh, Donald, I take back all those
terrible things I was thinking about you.

Honestly, I feel like washing
my brain out with soap.

Listen, how did Ann find
out I was seeing Sheila?

I told her.

Well, who told you?

My eyes.

I was there.

You know, you
should be more careful

if you're going to, uh...

What am I talking about?

Come on. Let's go
tell Ann the truth.

No, no. Wait, wait, Judy.

You can't. You can't. Why not?

Well, because I'd rather
she think I was a heel

for a couple of days
than get her all excited

about the article and
then have it fall through.

Oh, that's very noble.

And also very dumb.

Look, Judy, that's
the way I want it.

Now you just promise me
that you won't mention it to her.

Oh, brother. Now I
have two secrets to keep.

What's the other one?

It's a secret.

Look, you really wanna help?

Then talk Ann into
coming down to my office

and meeting me
around noon tomorrow.

Well, I'll do my best.

But as soon as
this thing is over,

I'm gonna find a quiet place

and have a nervous breakdown.

You know, you really
are a troublemaker.

What did I do now?

You made me lock myself out.

Who is it?

It's me, Judy.

Good morning, Judy.

Hi. What happened
to you last night?

I tried to call you 10 times.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought it was my
erstwhile boyfriend.

Listen, I'm sure he's not
as erstwhile as he seems.

Oh, no?

What would you call
it when he takes out

another girl two
days in a row and then

lies about it?

Well, I'm sure there are
some very good reasons for it.

She was hungry.

See, already you named one.

Never mind, Judy.
Let's just forget about it.

Let's just forget about it.

No, let's not.

Judy, did you talk
to Don last night?

Uh, for just a minute.

Did you tell him that I
know about him and Sheila?

No, I didn't.

Well, as a matter of fact,

he mentioned it to me.

What did he say?

I promised I wouldn't
tell you. Tell me what?

Well, he was...

Wait a minute. I can't remember
which promise I'm working on.

Judy, what did you
promise Donald?

That you'd be there
for lunch today.

What?

Ann, believe me,
you won't be sorry.

You bet, I won't,
'cause I'm not going.

You should've
seen him last night.

He was pathetic.

I'll bet. Ann, trust me.

I'll make you an offer.

Go down to his office and
if you're not the happiest girl

in the entire world after lunch,

you don't ever have
to talk to me again.

I may talk to you again,
but I'll never tell you

anything as long as I live.

Hello, Miss Cleary.
Hi, Ms. Marie.

I'll tell Mr. Hollinger
you're here.

Thank you.

Hello? Yes, he is.

On 2, Mr. Hollinger.

He shouldn't be too long.

Oh, fine.

Yes, Sheila, everything's
coming along fine,

and I got the go-ahead
from my editor this morning.

Would it be all right if I use your
phone? I have to check with my agent.

Help yourself. Just press 3
and dial your number. Thank you.

Oh, Don, before I forget.
Did you get those photographs

- I dropped off at your office?
- Yeah, they were great.

Remind me to give you
a big kiss when I see you.

Did you like the one
in the strapless gown?

Oh, I loved it. I think I'm gonna
keep that one on my bureau.

Don, have you said
anything to Ann, yet?

Well, uh, no, but
I'm gonna take her

to lunch this afternoon.

Standing me up, huh?

Oh, Don, are you
gonna tell her today?

Yeah, I think this is the time.

Listen, I better hang up now.

Ann should be here
any minute. Bye.

Ms. Marie has arrived.

Ms. Marie has departed.

Judy, I'm accepting your offer.

I'm never gonna
speak to you again.

Hi, Ann.

Oh, hi, Chuck.

Hey, you better
move faster than that

or you're gonna be out
of the workshop. What?

They called for you and
Sheila a half hour ago.

I don't care. I really don't
feel much like working today.

Well, isn't that gonna
leave Sheila hung up?

By the thumbs, I hope.

What?

Oh, nothing.

Ann, I was hoping
I'd find you here.

Why'd you leave my office?

Because there was no one
there that I wanted to see.

Will you wait a...
Ah, Ms. Marie.

You'll have to excuse me
for not sending a car for you.

I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Slocum.

Yeah, okay.

Now, you and Ms.
Harmon will be two nurses

coming on duty at the hospital,

anticipating a very rough day.

That should be interesting.

How about you, Sheila?

Ready for a rough
day? I guess so.

Okay. Now the scene
is the area around

the nurse's desk.

You've just entered
and are studying

the patients' charts, going
over the medications, etc.

Why don't you start, Sheila?

Oh, they've had a busy morning.

Three emergency operations,
a couple of accidents...

And I have a hunch it's
gonna get a lot more hectic.

I uh, see where
Dr. Harvey has ordered

a chest x-ray for
that patient in 311.

Oh, really?

Well, most likely,
he'll want to go

over it with you.

Why me?

He'd probably want to
consult with Dr. Morton.

Why?

You're so much more
interesting than Dr. Morton.

What do you mean by that?

Well, you've been seeing
quite a lot of Dr. Harvey

lately, haven't you?

Well, not any more
than any of the other girls.

You mean there are more?

What I mean is that I haven't
been seeing Dr. Harvey.

Oh, come now.

Everybody in the
hospital knows about it,

except for his girlfriend.

Trusting little soul.

What are you talking about?

I hope you're not
gonna deny it...

Nurse. I know at
least two occasions

when he broke a lunch date with her because
he was too busy having lunch with you.

I, uh, I, I think I'm
wanted in surgery.

Maybe they'll let you operate.

I imagine you're pretty
good with a scalpel.

All right, Ann.

All right, I think we've
got the message.

Now, just a minute.

Oh, it's all right, Mr. Slocum.

He is very good
at improvisation.

Oh, yes. Yes, he is.

In fact, he can make
up more phoney stories

at the spur of the moment
than anybody you ever saw.

Ann, will you cut it out? Now
you come here and listen to me.

You can just hold
your breath, Donald,

because I know
everything that's going on.

Hey, well, you think you
know. Now, come here.

I know I know. What I think
would require too much editing...

All right, are you ready?

I'm telling you that Sheila
was doing me a favor.

In fact, she was doing
you a favor. Favor?

I don't think you and I
use the same dictionary.

We do, and you
might try looking up

jumping to conclusions.

I didn't have to
jump. I was pushed.

The further you go, the further
you're gonna have to come back.

And just what does that mean?

That means... That means this.

That's my picture.
In "News View".

My picture's in "News View". What's
my picture doing in "News View"?

I put it there.

Oh, my gosh.

It's about me.

The whole thing is about me.

Do you like it?

Well, I haven't had
a chance to look at it.

But I love it.

Oh, Donald, I'm so sorry

for what I was thinking.

Oh, well, well, that's
okay. That's okay.

I mean, if a guy goes
through all the trouble

to write an article
about a girl, it's,

it's nice to know she
likes him enough to, uh,

hate him.

Oh, I do.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

I wanted to keep
it a secret until

the article came out.

I was trying to
capture the real you.

I guess you're
looking at the real me.

Silly, suspicious dope.

Well, I'd, uh, say that
pretty well covers it.

We could at least
disagree on some of it.

No, I guess not.

Especially after what I
did out there to poor Sheila.

I'll be right back.

Sheila, how about

you let the patient in
311 take his own x-ray,

and we'll go to lunch
with Dr. Harvey?

And this must be his mouth.

Perfect.

Just a minute.

Now, uh, put the glue on it
and get it under the frame.

Coming.

From me to you,
hot off the press.

Oh, Donald, I'm so excited.

You didn't have to wrap it.

Oh, "News View" magazine.

I'd never ever thought...

Where is it? Where's
my... Here. Here. Here.

There. There it is.

Oh, my mother is gonna
die when she sees that.

Oh, Donald, how
can I ever thank you?

Well, you're on the right track.

Let me see. Let me see.

I just love it.

It's the most exciting thing
that's ever happened to me.

Fine thing.

What's the matter?

Ann Marie visits a lot with her

next-door neighbor, Judy.

You couldn't say
Mrs. Judith Bessimer,

wife of Dr. Leon Bessimer,
one of New York's

foremost obstetricians?

No, Judy, I couldn't say that.

Fine thing.

That, uh, looks like
somebody was pretty mad.

No, just sentimental.

Sentimental?

Tearing up my picture?

Well, I saved all
the pieces, didn't I?

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