Moonlighting Wives

You must choose my Bible.

Silence.

Thank you.

You've got to quit spending money the way you have been.

I earned $30 yesterday.

Besides, pretty soon my secretarial service is going to stop paying off.

And I also earned $75 last week.

And you spent almost that much on the babysitter.

This doesn't cost that much, especially when I get it.

I'd rather you stay at home and take care of Eric.

And take it easy on the charge accounts, huh?

I'll see you. I've got to go to work.

to your letter of May 6th, we find that our client did not sign the release

papers which you forced upon him.

Sincerely...

Yes,

would you read that bit back to me, please, Mrs. Rand?

Dear Counselor, I was very much surprised and disturbed, simply as you

from your client, in which he explained the terms you had settled out of the

heart of a lawsuit pending between... Taylor, I wonder if you'd see if these

forums are made of today.

The addresses are attached to them.

A cigarette?

No, thanks, Mr. Jones.

I just put one out.

Our client did not sign the release papers that you forced upon him.

Sincerely, Earl Baker.

Yes, well, that's just fine.

Next? Look, why don't you take it easy?

You're driving me into the ground.

We've been working hammer and tongs since noon.

We must have been pretty far behind.

Well, we were, but we're...

Caught up now, thanks to you.

That's what you hired my stenographic service for.

Say, honestly, tell me seriously.

Can you really make any money hiring yourself and a couple of girls out like

this?

Yeah. Not a fortune yet.

I'm only just beginning.

Now I have only a few girls.

But I have high hopes.

I bet there are a lot more outfits like yours that could use my service.

Now, if I can get them as clients... And hire more girls. You are a smart girl.

Thanks.

Are we finished for the night?

Look, don't be so damn professional.

Why don't you loosen up and stay with me for a few minutes?

It's been a hard day.

Got the time?

Look, don't worry.

I'll take care of your sitting with me, Tom.

I wonder what we're doing inside.

Hey, this is a real swinging joint, isn't it?

Yeah, but I'm as jittery as an airborne clay pigeon. The boys said they'd be

right back. Where'd they go?

To the motel right behind this place.

To arrange for rooms.

Rooms? How do you know?

Baby, I just know.

This place seems clean enough.

Yeah, maybe.

Do you think anyone will stay up here?

Nancy, we're not doing anything wrong.

We're sitting here after having supper.

And we're a good 15 miles from Fondhaven.

But what happens if someone knows us and drops in?

There's a trim -looking gal, huh?

Don't panic, but there's a girl from Fonthaven now.

Oh, no, Nancy Preston.

I don't know her.

I've just seen her around.

Is that her husband with her?

Al, I love you.

No, that's not her husband.

I don't know who that guy is. I know who he is.

I just didn't know whether or not he was her husband.

I do know he's a golf pro at the country club.

I'd sure like to get to know him.

Why?

Business reasons.

Thank you.

For what?

For this.

For making time for me.

And for being so patient when I can't get out.

We both have obligations.

Yes, but you can always get out.

Lou watches me like a hawk.

I'm just curious.

How are you able to stay out all night tonight?

He thinks that I'm out of all fears.

If and when he does call, she'll cover for me.

Think it's safe.

I mean, let's not be stupid about it. I've got four kids to think about.

It's safe, Al.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I suppose she's a shady lady, too, huh, Ken?

She's as fresh as the morning in May.

Remember one thing, Hank.

Today's call girl doesn't wear a sign on her neck.

Hi, girls. Look, we've got an early day tomorrow, so we decided to check some

rooms out for this evening.

Why don't we have a little night camp, huh?

Don't see why not.

Take those two girls that just went out with those men.

Housewives, out with their husbands.

Could be.

But they could be, um,

play for paygirls.

And I suppose their escorts were pushes.

Ah, Ken, you've been a vice cop too long.

Yeah, I guess we do get dirty minds after a ton.

Dr. Rand,

I didn't expect you back from work.

Joan, my wife, is she in yet?

She called.

She said they'd be working almost all night.

I agreed to stay, so I'm sleeping in the guest room.

Would you rather I go home?

No, Lorna.

Just stay the night.

Oh, come on now. You gotta go so soon?

You forget I have a husband I'm a dancer to.

You know, it's been a wonderful evening.

How much do I owe the Rand stenographic suits?

Let's see.

Fifteen hours for both of us.

At five dollars an hour apiece.

Well, that makes a hundred and fifty bucks.

And you agreed to pay for the extra babysitting for both of us.

Okay.

On your knee, will that cover it?

Yes, sir.

How about a little bonus for you and your girlfriend?

Twenty bucks?

How does that sound?

Good. Thanks.

Do you have to be so smart?

But I must admit, I'm only alive when I'm with you.

Let's go, Chris Graham.

What time is it? After three, Leo's skinning alive.

$65 for me?

It would be nuts enough to swim at this time of night.

What's on your mind?

You liked earning that money tonight.

You bet.

This loots a lifesaver.

Well, an evil thought has been brewing.

There'll be plenty more where that came from.

You won't hear any objections from me.

Are those two in there part of your evil thought?

Could be.

He is the golf pro at the country club.

And at the country club is real money.

Charles, you didn't go to work tonight?

I went to work. Decided to come home.

Why? I was worried about my son.

Eric? He had Lorna with him.

Big deal. She's an 18 -year -old kid.

She's very mature.

Yeah, but you can't expect her to be responsible for a child for 20 straight

hours.

I called and told her I had to stay in work. She said it was all right.

It's all right with her, but not with me.

What's wrong with you?

I don't know. Maybe I feel like being the breadwinner.

Breadwinner? You call what you do breadwinning.

Ever since Eric was born, we haven't been able to make ends meet.

I bring home a steady check. I do the best I can.

Well, that's not good enough. Not for me. Not for my kid.

Charles, be reasonable.

The salary of a night shift expediter in a sweatshop just isn't enough.

I'm the head expediter, and Hartley Mills is not a sweatshop.

It's a well -run, good -paying plant with lots of benefits.

Yes,

lots of benefits, no money.

Anyway, not enough money for what I want out of life.

You'd better get used to the fact that I'm in business.

I intend to be able to earn enough to afford to give Eric some advantages.

Oh, it's all for Eric, huh?

No, it's not all for Eric.

I want lots of things.

I want a new car.

Shiny sports car.

All of my own.

What's wrong with a station wagon?

Drives like a truck.

It's ordinary.

Besides, it's three years old.

And I want a mink scarf.

Oh, why not a mink coat?

That'll come later.

And before I'm finished, we'll have us memberships at the Country Club.

The Country Club?

What for?

Neither of us can play golf.

So what?

You don't join the Country Club for golf.