That Girl (1966–1971): Season 2, Episode 13 - It's a Mod, Mod World: Part 1 - full transcript

Ann is approached by an Englishman in an automat, he who professes to be an out-of-town photographer who wants to take photographs of her in his hotel room. She flatly turns him down and threatens to call the police if he approaches her again. But Ann has a change of heart about the stranger when she learns from Donald that he is world renowned fashion photographer Noel Prince. She does manage to track him down. During the shooting sessions, Ann finds that Noel's way of doing business can be construed by the untrained eye as one of romancing his models during the photo shoots themselves. Ann believes it's just a facade and his way of getting the best out of his models. Donald too isn't worried as he trusts Ann and trusts Noel, who he has heard is a true professional in his work. Mr. Marie isn't so sure. But when Noel asks Ann to accompany him and two other models for a photo shoot in southern California, Donald may have a different opinion of Noel, especially considering Noel's parting words to him.

My wallet.

I'm sure it's in here someplace.

At least I think I'm sure.

I know I had it with me

when I went to my
workshop this morning.

So who asked?

The line's moving!

Oh.

Hey!

What'd they do up
there, run out of nickels?

In this place?
That'll be the day.



Who's holdin' things up?

I don't know. I
think it's that girl.

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I must have left
my wallet at home.

It really wouldn't matter.

It's just that I left
in such a rush,

I didn't have any breakfast,
so now I'm starving.

So am I.

I'm sorry.

There's your younger generation.

Love-ins they remember,
wallets they forget.

Ha ha! A dime.

25 cents. 15 cents.

Hot water.



Sorry, dolly bird.

Dolly bird!

80 cents. 45 cents.

10 cents.

You don't mind, do
you? Of course not.

And you'll share some
of this with me, won't you?

There's a good girl.

Now, what do you fancy?

I fancy that you take your food

and your phony English
accent over to another table.

Ta-ta, cheerio, and
all that sort of rot.

No, the accent's legitimate.

It's the approach
that's a bit artificial.

But I was only
hoping to tempt you.

Tempt me? To
a little foreign aid.

After all, you Americans
are doing it all the time.

Allow me to express a
bit of personal gratitude

by way of some mashed potatoes?

Beef stew?

Definitely some mashed potato.

You could use some
meat on those bones.

Now just a minute...

Although I wouldn't want
you to fill out too much.

The "waif look" has a certain
appeal today, even for me.

Oh, thank heavens.

For a moment there,
I was worried sick.

Charming.

Well, let's dispense
with the formalities.

Right. Let's dispense
with the formalities...

The mashed potatoes,
the waif, the whole bit.

In plain old American,
that's known as the brush.

I think that's
marvelous, don't you?

She's marvelous.

Boy! How does anybody
get through to you?

By graciously accepting
my offer of lunch, child.

Okay, so I've been at
my workshop all morning.

I've been painting
scenery. That's why...

Would you be
interested in a job?

And I left my wallet
at home this morning,

and on top of everything else,

I haven't had any breakfast.

I'd be willing to
pay in advance.

And just what kind of a
job did you have in mind?

I'd like you to pose for me.

Sure.

Now I know it
sounds a bit dodgy,

but actually, I'm
a photographer,

and you have a special
quality I think I can catch on film.

Yeah, right.

And you're not from New York

so you don't actually
have a studio here.

True? True.

And we can go up to your hotel

and talk it over True again?

True again, and an
excellent suggestion.

Uh, here's the name of my hotel.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you so much.

And may I make
another suggestion?

By all means, please do.

Don't ever bother me again,

because if you do,

I'm gonna turn your name over to
the New York Police Department,

the Bureau of Immigration,

the FBI, and the
CRO... CIE... COL... CIA.

You know, I really thought
Hamlin would be mad at my idea,

but he really likes it.

He wants to do a long
article on the subject.

Oh, that's wonderful,
Donald. That's just marvelous.

Well, it isn't Pulitzer Prize
material or anything like that,

but, you know, it's just
personally satisfying.

Well, I think that's better
than any kind of prize.

You know, if you didn't have
a sandwich in your mouth,

I'd kiss you.

If I wasn't so hungry, I'd
throw the sandwich away.

Other than the ketchup
soup, how was your morning?

There was this
guy at the automat,

and he tried to pick me
up by using that old thing

about a photographer
looking for models.

Well, honey, I gotta tell ya,

if I was a photographer

and I saw you
sitting in a restaurant,

I'd ask you to
model for me, too.

If it had been you, you'd have
been a little more ingenious

than to use that "Come to my
hotel and let's talk it over" routine.

What a phony.

He asked you to go to his hotel?

Mm-hmm.

But I sure put a scare into him.

He wrote the name of
his hotel down on his card,

and I put it in my purse,

and I told him if he
ever bothered me again,

I'd turn his name over
to the FBI and the CIA.

It is the CIA, isn't
it? I'm never sure.

What was his name?

I don't know. I didn't
even look at the card.

Honey, it's not that important.

I was just curious.

No, I know it's here someplace.

Well, if it isn't,
everything else is.

Here it is.

Was he English?

I told you he was
a genuine phony.

Why'd you ask if he was English?

Well, look...

Look, haven't you ever
seen that credit line?

"Photo by Noel Prince."

The fashion photographer.

He's legitimate!

Boy, is that sneaky!

I understand he's
discovered a lot of models.

What are you gonna do?

I'm going to his
hotel and apologize.

Well, that might
not be too easy.

You bet it won't be too easy.

It's hard enough to apologize

when you know in
your heart you're right.

But when you know in your
heart you're wrong... that's tough.

Oh, excuse me,

but I'd like to see
Mr. Noel Prince.

506.

Your name, please?

Ann Marie.

Hello. This is the front desk.

There is a Miss Ann Marie
here to see Mr. Prince.

Yes. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Prince doesn't know
anyone named Ann Marie.

Oh, of course not.

I never told him my name.

Tell him that Ann
Marie is the girl

he tried to pick
up in the automat.

I will not deliver
any such message.

I'm... I'm... I'm sorry
to have disturbed you.

Yes. Goodbye.

Oh, and if Mr. Prince saw every
girl who wanted to model for him...

well...

Room service, please.

Yes? What is this?

Room service.

Did you order anything, sir?

No, not a thing.

Why? What have you got?

My mistake.

Funnily enough, this is for me.

Your eyes.

Those enormous, luminous eyes.

Beckoning eyes.

Enticing eyes.

What is it I see?

Can it be a touch of pain?

A hint of suffering?

Yes, it can.

You're stepping on my foot.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Let's try it again,
love. Sit down.

I see a promise in those eyes.

Is it a promise, really?

Or am I reading messages
there I only hope to find?

Wishful thinking, is that it?

Oh, yes. Yeah. That's wild.

Yes, indeed!

That's good. That's
good. Marvelous.

Hold it like that.

Good. Good.

Now left a little, not too much.

Without moving your head, love,

lower your eyes just a trifle.

That's perfect.

Marvelous! Good! Good! Good!

I love it! Good!
That's marvelous!

Those eyes! Those eyes!

Those mesmer-eyes.

Those hypnot-eyes

That's the lot.

Are we through shooting?

Yes.

It's amazing the way you work.

I mean, the way you
talk and everything.

Me? Talk? Never.

I'd never being to
concentrate if I talked.

Whatever gave
you that idea, child?

Oh, well...

I guess it's the same
thing that gives me the idea

that you keep calling me child.

Oh, I only call you that
because you are one

and always will be.

You know, you're not
that much older than I am

to go around calling
me "child" and "little one."

But I am old...

Old and tired and unsurprised.

No longer the handsome, vital,
charming man everyone once knew.

Now I'm just very,
very attractive.

You know, I don't like
to make rash judgments,

but you're a nut.

You have the best of
all possible blessings...

The marvelous ability
to be always surprised,

pleased, delighted,
and wide-eyed at life.

Look at you looking at me now.

Thank heavens you are a child.

Otherwise, you'd be a
very dangerous woman.

That's what I'd love to
be, the dangerous woman.

I can't think of
anything more exciting.

What a feeling that must be,

to know that a man
is just that much...

It doesn't have to be
any more than that...

But just that
much afraid of you.

You know what I mean?

Hmm.

Ahem... Yes.

Yes.

I think I see
another shot, love.

Would you sort of lounge?

Yes, that's good. That's good.

You're a lovely little thing

without an ounce
of danger in you.

With you, a man feels protected.

With you, he knows
he's utterly safe.

The only woman a man should
feel that way about is his mother.

But you don't know how
refreshing it is for someone like me

who's constantly
surrounded by women...

Demanding,
desirable, delicious...

But devious, always devious.

You haven't got a devious
bone in that fragile little body.

I wouldn't mind
developing one... or two.

Oh, don't think of it,

not while you're
working with me.

You're my little waif, and I
want you to stay that way.

I'm not a waif.

I've got a mother and a father.

What? Where?

In Brewster.

Oh, that's a relief.

Ha. You know, parents can
get in the way a bit sometimes,

especially on the
Sunset Strip or at Malibu.

They're in California.

What are you talking about?

Your career.

Oh.

Beg pardon, sir,

but I have the first few rolls.

Now, unless I am
very badly mistaken,

and I am never even
slightly mistaken,

the proof lies not
in the pudding,

but in the wet negatives.

Yes! Yes! Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!

What is it? What's happening?

This means, mate,
we're off to California.

California?

It's a fashion
assignment I'm doing.

I'll be using three models...

One for the high-fashion
look, one for the outdoor look,

and you for the Mod look.

Oh... Well, I don't know.

Your days of
ketchup soup are over,

unless you've developed
a taste for obscurity.

Oh, no, no.

I'm not at all
attached to obscurity.

It's just that I've developed
a taste for ketchup soup.

Just a minute.

Hi, Donald! Hi, sweetheart.

I know what you're gonna ask me.

You do? That's great,
but how could you know

I wanted you to help me
pick a title for my article?

Just tuned in, I guess.

How about offering
me a helping hand?

"Offering a Helping Hand."

What kind of title is that?

Oh. I'm sorry.

Now just put your
hand right there

and your finger right here.

Okay, good.

Honey, isn't it a little
cold for swimming?

Maybe here... but
not in California.

Hey.

Hey, what do you think
of "Wasted on the Yacht?"

I don't understand it.

Yeah, yeah, you're
right. It's too comp...

What did you mean before
when you said "Not in California?"

I thought you'd never ask.

Donald, Noel Prince has
offered me a modeling job

on this big assignment
he's doing out there.

But, honey, California?

That's way out there
on the West coast.

Now I don't want you to try
to talk me out of it, Donald.

I wouldn't dream of it.

I think it's a good
opportunity for you.

You could at least try
and talk me out of it a little.

I mean, after all,

I'm going to be
traveling cross-country

with a charming Englishman.

Well...

Noel Price has a
reputation as a gentleman.

And I think you're
taking me for granted.

Will you please get that?

Honey, I am not
taking you for granted.

I have confidence in you

and confidence
in our relationship.

That's not confidence,
that's smugness.

And if there's one
thing I can't stand,

it's a smug man.

Hello, Daddy.

I don't like to interrupt
a good fight, so, um...

No, no, no. Don't leave.

I want to talk to you.

Who's leaving? I
just don't wanna...

You having a rummage sale?

No.

I've been offered this
marvelous modeling job

in California,

and so I've been going
through all my clothes

to see what's
right for Hollywood.

Hollywood? I don't
know if I like you

being on your own in that town.

Oh, Daddy, I'm flying
out with the photographer,

so I won't exactly be
on my own out there.

And besides, Noel will be
staying right at the same hotel.

Noel?

Noel Prince, the photographer.

Oh! Well, that's different.

I once knew a girl named Noel.

She was born on Christmas Eve.

That's why they called her Noel.

She's a man.

Huh? This Noel is a man.

A man?

Yes, Daddy.

He's an English photographer,

and very well-known.

I don't care who he is!

I don't want my daughter
traveling across the country

with a strange Englishman.

Mr. Marie, Mr. Prince has
a reputation as a gentleman.

I wouldn't worry.

Oh, you wouldn't?

Some boyfriend you are.

You'd see her go off to
California with another guy?

A charming... Is he single?

Single English-type bachelor?

Wait a minute. You
don't understand.

He is only interested
in Ann professionally.

All he wants to do is
take pictures of her.

Sure. "Let's take some
pictures and see what develops."

That one's older than I am.

I'm surprised at you.

Mr. Marie, she's a grown woman.

No woman is that grown.

All of a sudden, I
feel like I'm not here.

Quiet. I'm trying
to keep you here.

But, Daddy, I really wanna go,

and Donald isn't the
least bit concerned.

Wait a minute. I didn't
say I wasn't concerned.

You just said.

I can see why
your father feels...

You stay off my side. Mr. Marie!

Daddy, Donald, now don't start.

What do you mean, "Don't start?"

We're already in the middle!

It doesn't make any difference.

I've already decided to go.

You see, genius?

Now do you know
what we've gotta do?

What?

We gotta stick together.

Oh, yes!

Great!

That's it, love. Great!

Now... your shoulders, love.

Uh, no.

Let me show you what I mean.

Yes?

I'm Don Hollinger. I'm
calling for Ann Marie.

Oh, yes, Mr. Hollinger.

I'm afraid we haven't
quite finished shooting yet.

But come along.

We'll tray and make
your wait comfortable.

Thank you. This way, please.

Is this all right, sir?

Yes, fine. Thank you very much.

Just gorgeous. Wild.

As though you were
being embraced.

Good.

That's marvelous.

Good.

Lovely.

Too much!

Oh, that's great.

That's the lot.

Oh, Donald!

How long have you
been standing there?

Long enough to see the big love
scene between you and Noel Prince.

Oh, that doesn't mean a thing.

That's just the way he works.

Uh-huh. Well, if that's
the way he works,

I don't want you to be
around when he starts playing.

Noel.

I want you to meet him.

He's really very charming.

You're Hollinger. You're Prince.

Now you two get
acquainted while I change.

I once knew a soccer
player named Hollinger.

I once knew a dog named Prince.

We're all ready over here, sir.

Well, it's been nice
chatting with you.

Hmm.

Hello, love.

Tonight, we're...
We're wild, restless,

uninhibited, a free soul.

Now really...

nice and free,
flying through the air.

Okay. Wild.

Marvelous. Love it.

Love it! Good!

Good!

Splendid.

Love... really super.

Hi, Noel!

There you are, love.

You remember Donald.

Yes, me met at the hotel.

How are you, old boy?

I've checked all the
luggage through, sir.

There's nothing to do
but board the aircraft.

Super.

Don't move! What's the matter?

The light. The light?

It's extraordinary!

Go over there by the window

and take your coat off.

I understand you're very mature,

not the jealous type at all.

Oh, you mean the way
you romance your models?

Well, it maybe a little
disconcerting to someone

who didn't know it's
only the way you work.

The way I work?

Yes, in most cases,
it is the way I work.

Sure. I mean, the way you
were with that other model.

Did you say "in most cases?"

Uh-huh.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to keep you.

Now, over here.

Like you're going
away on a trip.

You're leaving
old friends behind.

But there's an
undercurrent of excitement...

What new experiences await you.

An old romance wither...

and a new one bloom.

I didn't know they were
gonna start working here.

Nor did he.

The light just happened
to appeal to him,

and when something
appeals to Mr. Prince,

he acts.

"Targets of opportunity,"
he calls them.

Where's Ann? Has she left yet?

She's right there.

What's that man doing
with my daughter?

He's taking her picture.

Where's his camera?

He has no personal
interest in Ann.

She's just a target
of opportunity.

I'll kill him.

It's nothing.

It's just his manner of
working, and she's responding.

If that's the way he works,

I don't want Ann around
when he starts to play.

I couldn't have
put it better myself.

Daddy! Hi!

Hi, sweetie.

Daddy, I want you
to meet Noel Prince.

Noel, this is my
father, Lou Marie.

Pleasure, sir.

I was pretty upset
when I saw you

taking pictures of my daughter,

until Donald explained that it
was only your way of working.

Flight 75 leaving
for Kennedy airport

Beg your pardon, sir.

I believe we ought
to go on board.

I'll go ahead and
check our seats, sir.

You behave like that
with all your models?

In most cases.

Of course he does, Daddy.

Excuse me. Can I
see you for a second?

Now look... look,
that's the second time

you've said "in most cases."

You do have to have
things spelled out for you,

don't you, Hollinger?

Smile.

Will you stop that?
Yes, spell it out.

All right, Hollinger,
it's war, w-a-r.

What do you mean, war?

In all my experience,

I've never come across
anybody quite like Ann.

And much to my
surprise... I'm serious.

How do you mean, serious?

About her. About Ann.

Excellent. Thank you.

Oh, Daddy, I want to say
goodbye to Donald, okay?

Sure, honey.

Goodbye, Donald.

I'm really gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you too, honey.

Now, you take care of yourself.

And have a good time.

That's not so easy without you.

You know that.

I'll see you soon.

Bye. Bye.

It's a good thing
you were around.

When I saw you weren't
worried, I wasn't worried.

Uh, good.

If you're not worried, how
come you look so worried?

That's not worried,
that's unhappiness.

What are you unhappy about?

You told me that Englishman
was a perfect gentleman.

You said he could be trusted.

Mr. Marie, I happen to be
in love with your daughter.

She's leaving on a long
trip, and I'm gonna miss her,

so I'm unhappy.

That's not so unusual, is it?

No, not at all.

As far as I'm concerned,

you can be perfectly miserable,

just as long as
you're not worried.

Well, she was on her way.

Now, I wasn't crazy about
the way she went away,

or about some of the things

that were going on
while she was away.

So it's perfectly
natural that before long,

I was on my way.

I certainly hope
you two are satisfied.

And the next thing
that happened...

How many men are in your room?

Look, I don't even
like to talk about it.

You'll just have to
tune in next week.

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