That Girl (1966–1971): Season 3, Episode 8 - A Muggy Day in Central Park - full transcript
While walking through Central Park alone one evening, Ann is mugged, the mugger getting away with her purse. Despite not being physically injured, Ann is traumatized by the incident which she reports to the police. She is sent to the Special Park Detail, which handles the muggings in the park. She is surprised to find that the detail is comprised of male police officers dressed as women, they who act as bait wandering through the park to capture the muggers. When Donald comes to pick Ann up from the police department, he is as concerned about Ann's welfare as he is excited about the possibility of writing a story for the magazine about the Special Park Detail. Wanting a first hand account of what the detail does, Donald gets an OK from the police department to be one of the dressed-in-drag female baits, which would leave Donald's male police officer partner to race after any mugger they encounter. Meanwhile, Ann doesn't want her father to find out that she was mugged, he who would probably force her to move back to Brewster if he knew. Keeping it a secret from him may be more difficult as Mr. Marie sees Donald dressed in drag arm in arm with another man wandering through Central Park.
Hey! Hey! Cut that out, sir!
Lady, please. What do
you think you're doing?
Stop it, or I'll
scream. [screams]
Come back here! Robber!
Stop that... What happened?
Somebody just got
mugged. Who was it?
He's a thief! Stop that man!
He took my purse! That
man! Look at my purse!
Over there! That girl!
He... Help!
♪♪ [theme]
♪♪ [ends]
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Oh, Officer! Oh...
the year and the license number.
Oh, Officer! The
worst thing happened!
I was walking along,
minding my own business...
Where was it parked?
When out of nowhere,
this man came up from
behind me, and he grabbed me.
And I started screaming and everything,
and he paid absolutely no attention.
All right, I'll get
somebody on it right away.
What was your trouble, miss?
That was it, wh-what
I just told you.
But I didn't get all
that you just told me.
I was on the phone.
Oh. Oh, I see.
Well, this man...
This, this thief,
he came from behind me,
and he grabbed me. Where?
Well, various
places on my person.
I mean the location?
Oh, in Central Park.
Would you believe that?
And he took my purse.
He got away with it.
See? See? He broke the strap.
You were mugged.
That's right, sir. I was mugged.
[gasps] Mugged?
Oh, for heaven sakes, if my
father ever hears about this...
You don't think it'll get
in the papers, do you?
You see, I'm an actress.
You know how they
always play up a story
when an actress is involved.
Believe me, it's never
done anybody any good.
I never heard of an actress yet who got
a decent part because she was mugged.
You really an actress?
Yes.
[stammers] What's your name?
Ann Marie.
Uh, what name do you go by?
Ann Marie.
Oh.
Yes. Well, I'd appreciate
anything you can do
about keeping it
out of the papers.
Well, I'll do everything
that's humanly possible.
You just make a report
to the Special Park Detail.
Past the stairs.
First door on the left.
Ask for Detective Walters.
Y-Yes, sir. Uh, past the
stairs. Detective Walters.
Thank you very much, sir.
Oh, Sergeant.
Whatever you do,
don't let them call me a model.
Oh, uh... [stammering]
Excuse me.
Oh, Sergeant. Excuse me,
but you sent me
to the wrong room.
Did you go past the stairs,
the first door on the left?
Yes, right. But all the people
in that room were under arrest.
What do you mean?
Well, they were all
men... in dresses.
Oh, that's okay.
Well, you're certainly
entitled to your opinion.
The Special Park Detail?
Some of the detectives
dress like women.
They work in couples
to nab the muggers.
Oh. Oh, of course.
Well, when I opened that door,
you can imagine what I thought.
Yes, I can imagine.
Well, I mean,
right off, I thought...
Well, I mean, it's not
important what I thought,
when, obviously, it's...
it's not what I thought at all.
Uh, right... Right
down the stairs.
The worst part of this detail is
I found out I'm
prettier than my wife.
Me, too. You're right.
Even you're
prettier than my wife.
Uh, this is the Special
Park Detail, isn't it?
That's right.
Well, um, I-I'm looking
for Detective Walters.
Oh.
Hey, Harry.
The new guy is here.
I am not. I'm a female victim.
By golly, you're right.
You are a girl. Thank you.
Are you Detective
Walters? No, I'm Thompson.
Walters is the one with too
much rouge. Oh, thank you.
Detective Walters?
What can I do for you?
Well, uh, I was recently
mugged in Central Park.
Single man?
Well, I would think so.
A married man wouldn't
do a thing like that.
I meant was he alone?
Oh.
Miss, uh... Uh,
Marie. Ann Marie.
Yes, he was alone.
Address.
Oh, uh, uh, 344
West 78th Street.
Oh, I'd like to make one phone
call, please, to my boyfriend.
Not here. I'm sorry.
I believe it's somewhere
in my constitutional rights.
I'm allowed one phone call.
The mugger? Yes. The victim? No.
Someone has to come for me.
You'll have to use the
pay phone in the hall.
Well, I don't have a dime.
They took all my money.
Wait a minute. I think
I've got one in my purse.
Excuse me, Sergeant. I'm Don
Hollinger, Newsview Magazine.
I'm looking for a
Miss Ann Marie.
You mean Ann Marie, the actress?
That's right.
Not the model. No.
Past the stairs. First
door on your left.
Thank you.
Now... Now be careful.
Just gently grab with
your thumb and forefinger,
and tug, don't pull.
There. See how easy?
There's no question. A
garter belt's the answer.
How'd you ever keep
your stockings up before?
I pinned them to my shorts.
And not only
didn't they stay up,
they kept pulling
my shorts down.
There.
How's that?
For a man, you're a
fine figure of a woman.
Oh, I'm sorry. I
beg your pardon.
Donald! Oh, I'm sorry.
There's no sign on
the door. That's all right.
Come on in. You're kidding.
This is the Special Park Detail.
Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet
my boyfriend Donald Hollinger.
Donald, this is
Detective Foster, Hi.
Shafner, uh, Thompson
and Walters. How are you?
Hi. How are you?
Pleased to meet you.
I got your message.
What's this all about?
Are you all right? I'm fine now,
but, Donald, I was
mugged in Central Park.
Mugged? How about that?
This man came from behind
me and he grabbed my purse.
Well, I'll be damned. Yeah.
Oh, I'm sorry.
No, that's okay.
So anyway, he... he broke the
strap, and he... and he took my purse
and he got away with
practically all my worldly goods.
Oh, honey. You know,
I've heard about this detail,
but I wasn't sure
it actually existed.
[Man] Oh, yeah. We've
been at it for a while now.
That's fascinating. Yeah.
And I yelled, and I screamed,
and... and I was
terrifically scared.
I can imagine, honey.
Has there ever been a feature
story written on you fellas,
I mean, for a magazine or
a newspaper supplement?
Oh, nothing that
you'd call a feature.
But all I could think
about was my father.
I thought, "Boy, if
my father ever hears
that I was practically
murdered..."
Yeah. I'd like to do one
for Newsview Magazine.
Who do I clear through?
Uh, you'll have to see Morgan.
Where would I find him?
[Thompson] He's
out on a call right now.
And I still feel faint. Oh.
[Thompson] He'll
be back in an hour.
What I'd like to do is go along
on a detail with you.
Experience it myself.
[Thompson] I think
that can be arranged.
And... And then he
plunged a knife in my back.
[Thompson] But you'll
have to go as a woman.
Why me?
[Man] In case there's trouble,
one of our men has
to chase the mugger.
It's a losing battle
in high heels.
And then he tore
off all my clothes.
Uh, in a minute, sweetheart.
Where would I pick
up an outfit like that?
Right around the
corner. House of 19.
And then I died.
What did you say? Nothing.
Come on, honey.
Let's get you home.
How are you gonna
explain being seen
with a naked corpse
with a knife in its back?
Well, I... Mm-hmm.
[phone ringing]
Park Detail.
Boy, this whole thing
has been like a nightmare.
Honey, you just relax, have a glass
of cold milk, and get some sleep.
Yeah. You're not really gonna
go with those policemen, are you?
Honey, there's
nothing to worry about.
Suppose you actually
run into a mugger?
I'm not alone. And, besides,
I'm not totally helpless.
I just would never forgive myself
if anything ever happened to you.
Or your hands.
My hands?
If you break your fingers,
you may never type again.
Don't worry.
As long as I have one finger
intact, my career is safe.
Be careful.
Honey, nothing's gonna happen.
Chances are we won't
even see a mugger.
Well, if you do, I hope it's
the one who took my purse.
He's got my driver's license,
my credit cards, $4.35.
Is that all?
That isn't very much, is it?
It hardly seems worth his while.
No, it wasn't.
You don't think he'll be
angry with me, do you?
What do you mean? Well, I mean,
suppose he gets so disgusted
when he finds so little money
that he decides to come
over here and get some more.
My name and address are
right on the driver's license.
Oh, Honey. Muggers do
not rob people in their homes.
Besides, he obviously
wasn't that interested in you.
Oh, really? What
makes you think so?
When he grabbed you, he just
took the purse and left the best part.
Thank you.
Look, will you try and put it out
of your mind and get some rest?
I'll try. Okay.
You know, I think you'd
make a very good mugger.
Why? Well, you're...
athletic and attractive,
and you certainly know a good
opportunity when you see one.
Bye. Bye.
[knocking on door]
Come in.
Hello. Don Hollinger,
Newsview Magazine. Remember?
Oh, yeah. As a matter of
fact, I was just about to call you.
Oh, great.
If you can make it tonight,
we've got you a date.
Oh, wonderful.
Who is he? Bill Morgan.
You'll like him.
Uh, good.
Good sense of
humor. Big spender.
Sounds... exciting.
Could I use your phone?
Oh, I'm sorry.
That phone is for felons only.
Victims and visitors, outside.
Oh.
But on the other hand,
since you're practically
one of the girls,
make it short. Thank you.
I have to break
a date for tonight.
[dialing]
[ringing]
Hello? Hello, Ann?
Honey, listen,
I'm gonna go out with
the Special Squad tonight,
so I won't be able
to take you to dinner.
Oh.
Well, Donald, please call
me when you get home.
I'm gonna be worried.
I'm in the middle of
a book I can't stand
so I'll definitely be awake.
And will you promise me
that if there's any trouble,
you'll let the
detective handle it?
You know me, honey.
Discretion is the
better part of valor.
Bye-bye.
You got your trusso?
Everything but the wig.
Yeah? What do you
think you wanna be?
Blonde?
Redhead? Brunette?
Well, if I have to
live my life over,
I'd just as soon
stay a blonde. Ha ha!
I think it's a good move.
Oh, listen, I was wondering whether we
could make one little extra stop tonight.
I guess so. Where?
I'd like to go over
and show Ann.
You know, just as a little joke.
Between you and me, I don't
think you're gonna look that funny.
[door buzzer]
Daddy! Hi, honey.
Hi. What are you
doing in New York?
I told a friend of mine I'd check out a
restaurant he's interested in buying.
How about having
dinner there with me?
Oh, I'd love it.
Wear something cool.
It's very muggy out.
Who told you? I did.
Oh! Oh, you mean
hot and humid... muggy.
What other kind
of muggy is there?
None. I give you my word.
I... I think I'll just
change into something.
What's the name
of the restaurant?
It's called the Park Terrace.
[door buzzer]
Oh, Daddy, would you get that?
Who is it, Daddy?
I'm not sure.
It's me, Mr. Marie.
Don Hollinger.
Yes, of course. How silly of me.
Daddy, who's at the... Don.
Hi, honey.
I wanted to surprise you.
Oh, you did?
You did.
Daddy came over and
surprised me too, actually.
I don't think that's
a fair comparison.
Well, I was just planning on spending
a quiet evening at home, you see,
and then Daddy arrived, and said
isn't it muggy, and I
said don't even mention it.
And then he invited
me out to dinner tonight.
We would have invited you, too,
but of course I already knew you had
something very special to do tonight.
Don't you?
Yes, yes. Something
very special.
Wait 'til you hear this.
I'm all ears.
It's a joke.
[laughs]
Right.
What sort of joke?
Explain the sort
of joke, Donald.
Ah, it's, um... [stammering]
It's a bachelor party for one
of the fellas down at the office.
He's getting married on Sunday,
and we're putting on a skit to show
him how miserable married life can be.
Isn't that funny, Daddy?
Well, I just dropped
by to get some...
some earrings.
Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Donald.
The only kind of earrings I
have are for pierced ears.
Maybe that's not a problem.
Anyway, I think
earrings are a bit much.
Well, maybe you're right.
You certainly don't
want to be conspicuous.
No, no... Well, I better
be running along.
I'll see you later, Ann.
Bye, Mr. Marie.
Bye.
Oh, Donald? Yeah?
Your seams are crooked.
Well, thank you.
Um, I... I'll get my rain coat.
Ann. Yes, Daddy?
I've always felt there was
something peculiar about Donald,
and I think I've finally
put my finger on it.
Oh, Daddy, would
you please come on?
He told you, he's just
doing a bachelor party skit
about a husband and a wife.
So how come he isn't
playing the husband?
It's been so long since
we've had dinner together.
I miss that. So do I.
Nice atmosphere.
Mm-hmm.
Good view of the park. I'll say.
Wasn't that a marvelous salad?
And the soup wasn't bad, either.
And you look very
handsome in your navy blue.
Thank you, my dear.
Makes a girl proud.
Would you mind being
a little less charming?
It's affecting my whole
evaluation of the product.
Something wrong, Daddy?
Wrong? No.
Not a thing.
Lively crowd for a
Thursday night, isn't it?
And they look like
big spenders, too.
They certainly do.
How's your steak?
Peculiar.
Oh. Let's send it back
and get something else.
No, no, no. I'm not hungry.
Well, you haven't
eaten anything.
I'm thinking. About what?
About that stag party
that Donald went to tonight.
You don't suppose it was so successful
that they've already got a road company?
A road company? What
are you talking about?
Nothing.
I think we got a nibble.
You mean the guy in the sweater?
Right. Let's go
sit on the bench.
Ann, I think we'd
better have a little talk.
About what?
About Donald.
Oh, Daddy. Now, not again.
All right, let it come
from strange lips.
Why should a father
break his daughter's heart?
Just forget I ever
said anything.
But you haven't said anything.
Ann, just how deeply involved
are you with this fellow?
Well, Daddy, I care a
great deal about Donald,
if that's what you mean.
Are you sure he cares for you?
I think you're trying
to tell me something.
I just don't want
you to be hurt.
Daddy, the only way
Donald could ever hurt me
would be if he fell in
love with somebody else.
I said it before,
and I'll say it again:
let it come from strange lips.
And don't look around.
[gasps]
Oh, that's him!
You mean, that's her!
[Ann] Donald,
look out! That's him!
That's him! That's my mugger!
Watch who you're
hitting with that purse!
Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Marie.
Oh, Daddy. Donald,
are you all right?
Yeah, yeah. Your
lipstick is smeared.
All in the line of duty, Daddy.
The man that Donald was
necking with is a policeman.
Mayor Lindsay is walking
the streets of New York
and his cops are sitting
around, necking in the park.
Well, you see, it's a special
detail to try and trap muggers.
Yeah, and I'm writing
an article about it.
Miss Marie, is this the
man that mugged you?
That's him. That's the man.
Oh, I like to introduce you
to my father, Mr. Lou Marie.
Nice to meet you, Lou.
I was introducing him
to Detective Morgan.
Pleased to meet you, sir.
Come on.
You were mugged in the park?
Now, just take it easy, Daddy.
Why didn't you just come
out and tell me all about it?
Well, there was no
use upsetting you.
That's right.
Oh, no. You didn't want to tell
you father about the mugging
because you thought your
father would get hysterical,
tell you to pack up your clothes and tell
you we're going back to Brewster tonight.
You mean you're
not gonna say that?
Of course not. It's
too late to pack.
I'll come by and get
your clothes tomorrow.
Oh, Daddy, you don't mean that.
Well, promise me you'll
stay out of the park.
I promise.
Now, why don't we just
go back in the restaurant?
They're gonna think we ran
off without paying the check.
Hey, you're right.
I... What's the matter?
Somebody stole my wallet.
Oh, well, don't worry. I
always carry extra money.
You know, it's a lot
more fun with you
than it was last night
with Detective Morgan.
That's nice.
I like being the boy.
Especially since
you're the girl.
I think my father likes
it better this way, too.
You know, he took it a lot
better than I thought he would.
I know. I'm so proud of him.
I thought after last night he
wouldn't let me out of his sight again.
Well, we'd better get back.
Aww... Come on.
Closed-Captioned By J.R.
Media Services, Inc. Burbank, CA
Lady, please. What do
you think you're doing?
Stop it, or I'll
scream. [screams]
Come back here! Robber!
Stop that... What happened?
Somebody just got
mugged. Who was it?
He's a thief! Stop that man!
He took my purse! That
man! Look at my purse!
Over there! That girl!
He... Help!
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[phone ringing]
Hello?
Oh, Officer! Oh...
the year and the license number.
Oh, Officer! The
worst thing happened!
I was walking along,
minding my own business...
Where was it parked?
When out of nowhere,
this man came up from
behind me, and he grabbed me.
And I started screaming and everything,
and he paid absolutely no attention.
All right, I'll get
somebody on it right away.
What was your trouble, miss?
That was it, wh-what
I just told you.
But I didn't get all
that you just told me.
I was on the phone.
Oh. Oh, I see.
Well, this man...
This, this thief,
he came from behind me,
and he grabbed me. Where?
Well, various
places on my person.
I mean the location?
Oh, in Central Park.
Would you believe that?
And he took my purse.
He got away with it.
See? See? He broke the strap.
You were mugged.
That's right, sir. I was mugged.
[gasps] Mugged?
Oh, for heaven sakes, if my
father ever hears about this...
You don't think it'll get
in the papers, do you?
You see, I'm an actress.
You know how they
always play up a story
when an actress is involved.
Believe me, it's never
done anybody any good.
I never heard of an actress yet who got
a decent part because she was mugged.
You really an actress?
Yes.
[stammers] What's your name?
Ann Marie.
Uh, what name do you go by?
Ann Marie.
Oh.
Yes. Well, I'd appreciate
anything you can do
about keeping it
out of the papers.
Well, I'll do everything
that's humanly possible.
You just make a report
to the Special Park Detail.
Past the stairs.
First door on the left.
Ask for Detective Walters.
Y-Yes, sir. Uh, past the
stairs. Detective Walters.
Thank you very much, sir.
Oh, Sergeant.
Whatever you do,
don't let them call me a model.
Oh, uh... [stammering]
Excuse me.
Oh, Sergeant. Excuse me,
but you sent me
to the wrong room.
Did you go past the stairs,
the first door on the left?
Yes, right. But all the people
in that room were under arrest.
What do you mean?
Well, they were all
men... in dresses.
Oh, that's okay.
Well, you're certainly
entitled to your opinion.
The Special Park Detail?
Some of the detectives
dress like women.
They work in couples
to nab the muggers.
Oh. Oh, of course.
Well, when I opened that door,
you can imagine what I thought.
Yes, I can imagine.
Well, I mean,
right off, I thought...
Well, I mean, it's not
important what I thought,
when, obviously, it's...
it's not what I thought at all.
Uh, right... Right
down the stairs.
The worst part of this detail is
I found out I'm
prettier than my wife.
Me, too. You're right.
Even you're
prettier than my wife.
Uh, this is the Special
Park Detail, isn't it?
That's right.
Well, um, I-I'm looking
for Detective Walters.
Oh.
Hey, Harry.
The new guy is here.
I am not. I'm a female victim.
By golly, you're right.
You are a girl. Thank you.
Are you Detective
Walters? No, I'm Thompson.
Walters is the one with too
much rouge. Oh, thank you.
Detective Walters?
What can I do for you?
Well, uh, I was recently
mugged in Central Park.
Single man?
Well, I would think so.
A married man wouldn't
do a thing like that.
I meant was he alone?
Oh.
Miss, uh... Uh,
Marie. Ann Marie.
Yes, he was alone.
Address.
Oh, uh, uh, 344
West 78th Street.
Oh, I'd like to make one phone
call, please, to my boyfriend.
Not here. I'm sorry.
I believe it's somewhere
in my constitutional rights.
I'm allowed one phone call.
The mugger? Yes. The victim? No.
Someone has to come for me.
You'll have to use the
pay phone in the hall.
Well, I don't have a dime.
They took all my money.
Wait a minute. I think
I've got one in my purse.
Excuse me, Sergeant. I'm Don
Hollinger, Newsview Magazine.
I'm looking for a
Miss Ann Marie.
You mean Ann Marie, the actress?
That's right.
Not the model. No.
Past the stairs. First
door on your left.
Thank you.
Now... Now be careful.
Just gently grab with
your thumb and forefinger,
and tug, don't pull.
There. See how easy?
There's no question. A
garter belt's the answer.
How'd you ever keep
your stockings up before?
I pinned them to my shorts.
And not only
didn't they stay up,
they kept pulling
my shorts down.
There.
How's that?
For a man, you're a
fine figure of a woman.
Oh, I'm sorry. I
beg your pardon.
Donald! Oh, I'm sorry.
There's no sign on
the door. That's all right.
Come on in. You're kidding.
This is the Special Park Detail.
Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet
my boyfriend Donald Hollinger.
Donald, this is
Detective Foster, Hi.
Shafner, uh, Thompson
and Walters. How are you?
Hi. How are you?
Pleased to meet you.
I got your message.
What's this all about?
Are you all right? I'm fine now,
but, Donald, I was
mugged in Central Park.
Mugged? How about that?
This man came from behind
me and he grabbed my purse.
Well, I'll be damned. Yeah.
Oh, I'm sorry.
No, that's okay.
So anyway, he... he broke the
strap, and he... and he took my purse
and he got away with
practically all my worldly goods.
Oh, honey. You know,
I've heard about this detail,
but I wasn't sure
it actually existed.
[Man] Oh, yeah. We've
been at it for a while now.
That's fascinating. Yeah.
And I yelled, and I screamed,
and... and I was
terrifically scared.
I can imagine, honey.
Has there ever been a feature
story written on you fellas,
I mean, for a magazine or
a newspaper supplement?
Oh, nothing that
you'd call a feature.
But all I could think
about was my father.
I thought, "Boy, if
my father ever hears
that I was practically
murdered..."
Yeah. I'd like to do one
for Newsview Magazine.
Who do I clear through?
Uh, you'll have to see Morgan.
Where would I find him?
[Thompson] He's
out on a call right now.
And I still feel faint. Oh.
[Thompson] He'll
be back in an hour.
What I'd like to do is go along
on a detail with you.
Experience it myself.
[Thompson] I think
that can be arranged.
And... And then he
plunged a knife in my back.
[Thompson] But you'll
have to go as a woman.
Why me?
[Man] In case there's trouble,
one of our men has
to chase the mugger.
It's a losing battle
in high heels.
And then he tore
off all my clothes.
Uh, in a minute, sweetheart.
Where would I pick
up an outfit like that?
Right around the
corner. House of 19.
And then I died.
What did you say? Nothing.
Come on, honey.
Let's get you home.
How are you gonna
explain being seen
with a naked corpse
with a knife in its back?
Well, I... Mm-hmm.
[phone ringing]
Park Detail.
Boy, this whole thing
has been like a nightmare.
Honey, you just relax, have a glass
of cold milk, and get some sleep.
Yeah. You're not really gonna
go with those policemen, are you?
Honey, there's
nothing to worry about.
Suppose you actually
run into a mugger?
I'm not alone. And, besides,
I'm not totally helpless.
I just would never forgive myself
if anything ever happened to you.
Or your hands.
My hands?
If you break your fingers,
you may never type again.
Don't worry.
As long as I have one finger
intact, my career is safe.
Be careful.
Honey, nothing's gonna happen.
Chances are we won't
even see a mugger.
Well, if you do, I hope it's
the one who took my purse.
He's got my driver's license,
my credit cards, $4.35.
Is that all?
That isn't very much, is it?
It hardly seems worth his while.
No, it wasn't.
You don't think he'll be
angry with me, do you?
What do you mean? Well, I mean,
suppose he gets so disgusted
when he finds so little money
that he decides to come
over here and get some more.
My name and address are
right on the driver's license.
Oh, Honey. Muggers do
not rob people in their homes.
Besides, he obviously
wasn't that interested in you.
Oh, really? What
makes you think so?
When he grabbed you, he just
took the purse and left the best part.
Thank you.
Look, will you try and put it out
of your mind and get some rest?
I'll try. Okay.
You know, I think you'd
make a very good mugger.
Why? Well, you're...
athletic and attractive,
and you certainly know a good
opportunity when you see one.
Bye. Bye.
[knocking on door]
Come in.
Hello. Don Hollinger,
Newsview Magazine. Remember?
Oh, yeah. As a matter of
fact, I was just about to call you.
Oh, great.
If you can make it tonight,
we've got you a date.
Oh, wonderful.
Who is he? Bill Morgan.
You'll like him.
Uh, good.
Good sense of
humor. Big spender.
Sounds... exciting.
Could I use your phone?
Oh, I'm sorry.
That phone is for felons only.
Victims and visitors, outside.
Oh.
But on the other hand,
since you're practically
one of the girls,
make it short. Thank you.
I have to break
a date for tonight.
[dialing]
[ringing]
Hello? Hello, Ann?
Honey, listen,
I'm gonna go out with
the Special Squad tonight,
so I won't be able
to take you to dinner.
Oh.
Well, Donald, please call
me when you get home.
I'm gonna be worried.
I'm in the middle of
a book I can't stand
so I'll definitely be awake.
And will you promise me
that if there's any trouble,
you'll let the
detective handle it?
You know me, honey.
Discretion is the
better part of valor.
Bye-bye.
You got your trusso?
Everything but the wig.
Yeah? What do you
think you wanna be?
Blonde?
Redhead? Brunette?
Well, if I have to
live my life over,
I'd just as soon
stay a blonde. Ha ha!
I think it's a good move.
Oh, listen, I was wondering whether we
could make one little extra stop tonight.
I guess so. Where?
I'd like to go over
and show Ann.
You know, just as a little joke.
Between you and me, I don't
think you're gonna look that funny.
[door buzzer]
Daddy! Hi, honey.
Hi. What are you
doing in New York?
I told a friend of mine I'd check out a
restaurant he's interested in buying.
How about having
dinner there with me?
Oh, I'd love it.
Wear something cool.
It's very muggy out.
Who told you? I did.
Oh! Oh, you mean
hot and humid... muggy.
What other kind
of muggy is there?
None. I give you my word.
I... I think I'll just
change into something.
What's the name
of the restaurant?
It's called the Park Terrace.
[door buzzer]
Oh, Daddy, would you get that?
Who is it, Daddy?
I'm not sure.
It's me, Mr. Marie.
Don Hollinger.
Yes, of course. How silly of me.
Daddy, who's at the... Don.
Hi, honey.
I wanted to surprise you.
Oh, you did?
You did.
Daddy came over and
surprised me too, actually.
I don't think that's
a fair comparison.
Well, I was just planning on spending
a quiet evening at home, you see,
and then Daddy arrived, and said
isn't it muggy, and I
said don't even mention it.
And then he invited
me out to dinner tonight.
We would have invited you, too,
but of course I already knew you had
something very special to do tonight.
Don't you?
Yes, yes. Something
very special.
Wait 'til you hear this.
I'm all ears.
It's a joke.
[laughs]
Right.
What sort of joke?
Explain the sort
of joke, Donald.
Ah, it's, um... [stammering]
It's a bachelor party for one
of the fellas down at the office.
He's getting married on Sunday,
and we're putting on a skit to show
him how miserable married life can be.
Isn't that funny, Daddy?
Well, I just dropped
by to get some...
some earrings.
Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Donald.
The only kind of earrings I
have are for pierced ears.
Maybe that's not a problem.
Anyway, I think
earrings are a bit much.
Well, maybe you're right.
You certainly don't
want to be conspicuous.
No, no... Well, I better
be running along.
I'll see you later, Ann.
Bye, Mr. Marie.
Bye.
Oh, Donald? Yeah?
Your seams are crooked.
Well, thank you.
Um, I... I'll get my rain coat.
Ann. Yes, Daddy?
I've always felt there was
something peculiar about Donald,
and I think I've finally
put my finger on it.
Oh, Daddy, would
you please come on?
He told you, he's just
doing a bachelor party skit
about a husband and a wife.
So how come he isn't
playing the husband?
It's been so long since
we've had dinner together.
I miss that. So do I.
Nice atmosphere.
Mm-hmm.
Good view of the park. I'll say.
Wasn't that a marvelous salad?
And the soup wasn't bad, either.
And you look very
handsome in your navy blue.
Thank you, my dear.
Makes a girl proud.
Would you mind being
a little less charming?
It's affecting my whole
evaluation of the product.
Something wrong, Daddy?
Wrong? No.
Not a thing.
Lively crowd for a
Thursday night, isn't it?
And they look like
big spenders, too.
They certainly do.
How's your steak?
Peculiar.
Oh. Let's send it back
and get something else.
No, no, no. I'm not hungry.
Well, you haven't
eaten anything.
I'm thinking. About what?
About that stag party
that Donald went to tonight.
You don't suppose it was so successful
that they've already got a road company?
A road company? What
are you talking about?
Nothing.
I think we got a nibble.
You mean the guy in the sweater?
Right. Let's go
sit on the bench.
Ann, I think we'd
better have a little talk.
About what?
About Donald.
Oh, Daddy. Now, not again.
All right, let it come
from strange lips.
Why should a father
break his daughter's heart?
Just forget I ever
said anything.
But you haven't said anything.
Ann, just how deeply involved
are you with this fellow?
Well, Daddy, I care a
great deal about Donald,
if that's what you mean.
Are you sure he cares for you?
I think you're trying
to tell me something.
I just don't want
you to be hurt.
Daddy, the only way
Donald could ever hurt me
would be if he fell in
love with somebody else.
I said it before,
and I'll say it again:
let it come from strange lips.
And don't look around.
[gasps]
Oh, that's him!
You mean, that's her!
[Ann] Donald,
look out! That's him!
That's him! That's my mugger!
Watch who you're
hitting with that purse!
Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Marie.
Oh, Daddy. Donald,
are you all right?
Yeah, yeah. Your
lipstick is smeared.
All in the line of duty, Daddy.
The man that Donald was
necking with is a policeman.
Mayor Lindsay is walking
the streets of New York
and his cops are sitting
around, necking in the park.
Well, you see, it's a special
detail to try and trap muggers.
Yeah, and I'm writing
an article about it.
Miss Marie, is this the
man that mugged you?
That's him. That's the man.
Oh, I like to introduce you
to my father, Mr. Lou Marie.
Nice to meet you, Lou.
I was introducing him
to Detective Morgan.
Pleased to meet you, sir.
Come on.
You were mugged in the park?
Now, just take it easy, Daddy.
Why didn't you just come
out and tell me all about it?
Well, there was no
use upsetting you.
That's right.
Oh, no. You didn't want to tell
you father about the mugging
because you thought your
father would get hysterical,
tell you to pack up your clothes and tell
you we're going back to Brewster tonight.
You mean you're
not gonna say that?
Of course not. It's
too late to pack.
I'll come by and get
your clothes tomorrow.
Oh, Daddy, you don't mean that.
Well, promise me you'll
stay out of the park.
I promise.
Now, why don't we just
go back in the restaurant?
They're gonna think we ran
off without paying the check.
Hey, you're right.
I... What's the matter?
Somebody stole my wallet.
Oh, well, don't worry. I
always carry extra money.
You know, it's a lot
more fun with you
than it was last night
with Detective Morgan.
That's nice.
I like being the boy.
Especially since
you're the girl.
I think my father likes
it better this way, too.
You know, he took it a lot
better than I thought he would.
I know. I'm so proud of him.
I thought after last night he
wouldn't let me out of his sight again.
Well, we'd better get back.
Aww... Come on.
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