-- by Georgia Williams --
We see Brooksie in her bedroom tossing clothes
furiously into a suitcase . She is seething, not even bothering to change out of her
"Damn that Cary Grant, I had it made!" she
screams, hurling a shoe at a photo frame sitting on her dressing table.
"Brooke Darling, are you alright," she spins
around to see Mrs. Parker standing in the doorway.
"I'm leaving. There's no way I can stay. All of
Hollywood society was at that party tonight and he humiliated me, purposely, in front of
all of them." The suitcase is violently snapped shut. "I'll never amount to
anything as long as I remain here."
She storms past Mrs. Parker, suitcase in hand, striding
down the hall, momentarily pausing at the hallstand to adjust her hair in the mirror
"I really wish you wouldn't be so drastic Brooke,
I'm sure this matter is easily sorted out, just wait a little while longer I'm sure
Mr. Grant will ring!"
"Goodbye Mother," she pecks
Mrs. Parker on the cheek, a slight smile spreads across her face, "Actually, I'm sure
In the next scene, Cary and Randy are cleaning up
after the party, distracted, fighting each other with the brooms.
"Maggie. Isn't she wonderful, so perfect. I could
be happy with her for the rest of my life!"
The broomsticks smack together and Cary moves in for
the kill but Randy fights him off.
"That's all well and good but
she's going to find out eventually that you haven't adopted a child and since she confides
regularly in that revolting creature Hedda Hopper, your name will be mud!"
An incredibly worried look appears on Cary's love
struck face, and he turns and glances down at the floor where a broken champagne flute is
lying. Brooksie's, smashed when she fell.
He feels a prod in his side and looks
up," Touché ol'boy!"
-- by Helen Fredericks --
Hedda Hopper's column
Announcements, Surprises and
Last night Cary Grant threw a party for all of
Tinseltowns elite! Anyone and everyone on Hollywoods A list was in attendance.
Not only was the food and drink exquisite, but the entertainment was priceless.
Cary introduced the A-list to his newly orphaned
niece, Mary Margaret, whom he is planning to adopt. A shy girl who needs someone to bring
out her beauty and style, as well as someone who could be her mentor.
Unfortunately, Cary had chosen Brooke Parker to be not
only this poor childs mentor but also his wife and her mother.
Alas, Miss. Parker had her own ideas on this proposal
and let Cary and everyone within a 10-mile radius know just how insulted she was! Miss
Parker, showing her true colors, behaved like a selfish, spoiled brat! Screaming that she
would never marry Cary and NEVER be this childs Mother! She then stormed out of the
party like a child who wasnt getting her way.
This of course was the highlight of the evening and
what everyone is talking about this morning! Evidently, Miss. Parker has not heard of
compassion, charity or boarding schools.
This columnist is hoping that this morning Miss Parker
is having second thoughts about her actions last night and suggest that she crawl back to
Cary begging his forgiveness and that of Mary Margarets.
Mrs. Parker is reading Heddas column as the
Hello. She answers.
Mother, Its Brooke. Have you seen
Heddas column today! she asks.
Yes dear, I was
she is cut off by
How dare she turn on me like that! That
gossiping little witch!, Brooksie continues, I have given her more
exclusives than anyone in this town! See how easily everyone turns on you in this
business! A spoiled child my a--!
Brooksie, calm down. Mrs. Parker finally
says. First where are you?
Im at the Bel Air Hotel.
Good Ill be right over! Mrs. Parker
starts to hang up and then says.. And dont call or speak to anyone ... not
room service. We have to do some damage control
Meanwhile back at Carys.
He is sitting at the breakfast table drinking coffee
when Randy comes in and tosses the paper down in front of him.
Read Heddas column. He says,
Youll love it!
Cary picks up the paper and begins reading. By the end
of the column he is laughing. My she doesnt pull any punches, does she?
Ill bet Brooksie is hopping mad at
Hedda! Randy says.
Hedda and me. Cary gets a frown on his
face and then says, I didnt want to ruin her, Randy, just get her hooks out
I know Cary, but she does deserve this! What if
Mary Margaret was real. This is how this women treats orphans?
What do I do now Randy? Cary asks.
soon everyone will know that Mary Margaret was a scam.
Ok, lets think about this. Randy
pours himself a cup of coffee and sits down.
Suddenly, a smile sneaks onto to Carys face.
Ive got it! Mary Margaret and I will take a cruise! I have three weeks before
I start shooting my next movie and last night was so traumatic for Mary Margaret, I want
to take her away for a short trip.
But how are you going to get Mary Margaret
on the ship? Susan is in school, so
Randy is cut off by Cary.
Maggie, my dear boy! She is about the same
height and is a whiz at make-up! And once we are on board, Maggie and I can have some time
together to really get to know each other!
You know, Old boy, it might just work!
YOU bet it will work! Call Patty in Travel and
get me adjoining staterooms on the Queen Elizabeth out of New York. I believe it sails
tomorrow. Cary rushes out of the room and then sticks his head back into the
And Randy, get me two seats on the red eye to
New York tonight! This is going to be Great! Cary rushes off to call Maggie with his
Randy watches him rush off. Shakes his head and
thinks, I dont know about this, Cary. It sounds too easy! He walks over
to the phone and dials. Hi Patty, its Randy, heres what I need, he
WE SEE THE INTERIOR OF THE UNIVERSAL TRAVEL
Patty, a tall girl in her mid-twenties, with long
blonde hair has just ended her call from Randy when Hedda calls.
Hedda! Patty says, I was just going
to call you. Wait till you hear this. Patty proceeds to tell Hedda all about
Carys travel plans.
MEANWHILE BACK AT CARYS.
Cary walks into the kitchen and says to Randy,
I just talked to Maggie and I talked her into the cruise! Cary is all smiles.
And I will tell you one thing my dear friend, Maggie will be Mrs. Cary Grant by the
time we reach England!
Randy looks at his Love smitten friend and says,
I hope you are right my friend, but I have a funny feeling about all this.
Stop, Cary says. Ill have no
bad thoughts entering my head! I am too happy!
AT THE BEL AIR HOTEL
There is a knock at the door. Brooksie opens the door
expecting to see Mrs. Parker. Instead, there is a bellboy. Miss Parker? he
I have a message for you. He hands her the
envelope, keeping his hand out for the tip.
Brooksie takes the envelope. Upon seeing his
outstretched hand, she walks over to her purse and hands him a tip.
Thank-you, that will be all. She slams the
door in his face.
Brooksie walks over to the couch and looks at the
note. There is the familiar initials "HH" on the envelope and notepaper inside.
She opens the note and reads:
Hope youll forgive me my column this morning, but
you know I couldnt let Winchel get the upper hand on me!
In fairness and in hopes of making up for it, thought
youd be interested in this bit of news. Seems Cary is sailing on the QE tomorrow
with his new charge Mary Margaret!
The funny thing is, I did a little research and it
seems that his cousin Archie never had a daughter named Mary Margaret.
So darling, who IS Mary Margaret?
Brooke crumples the note in her hand.
Truce, Hedda? And evil smile crosses
Brooksies face. Truce? Well, maybe for a little while. Just long enough for me
to get Cary to the alter. Then well see who is on top!
Brooksie is on the phone when Mrs. Parker gets there.
Mother, sit down. Brooksie says.
Ill be with you in a moment.
Then she says into the phone, Yes
dear, Im here. Yes, thats right, book me on the Queen Elizabeth sailing for
-- by Donna Moore --
Brooksie replaces the receiver and taps the table
thoughtfully with a long red finger nail.
"Mother, all I've ever wanted is fame and fortune
and I'm going to get them. Cary has promised to marry me and marry me he will"
Parker raises here eyebrows as her daughter conveniently glosses over the trick they
played on Cary) "besides, you can't tell me he would prefer an ugly little nobody
like that Mary Margaret or whoever she is when he can have me". She
expensive, close-fitting dress as she gazes at herself lovingly in the full length mirror.
"Now what I want you to do mother is to make sure
the press are there to see me off. I want then to know that by the end of the cruise I
will be Mrs. Cary Grant.
THE NEXT DAY... A STATEROOM ON THE QUEEN ELIZABETH
From a gramophone in the corner comes the gentle
strains of Vic Damone singing "An Affair to Remember". Beautiful, brightly
coloured flowers cover every available surface, a bottle of pink champagne is gently
fizzing in an ice bucket. The screen fills with two raised champagne cocktails and
gradually widens out to show Cary and Maggie sitting with the glasses in between them.
"To us darling" Cary smiles lovingly at his
angel, his eyes twinkling as they caress her sweet, happy face.
"I just can't believe this is happening to
me" giggles Maggie "I'm so excited! How did you talk me into this.
"Maggie darling, just sit back and enjoy the
trip. I promise you a big surprise very soon. Now, I'd better get back to my own stateroom
before the gossiping starts".
"Oh yes, Mr. Grant" Maggie flutters her
eyelashes fetchingly, "please remember my reputation".
"Maggie, my sweet, I'd much rather remember your
lovely eyes". He takes her chin in his hand and plants a kiss on the end of her nose
before leaving the room.
Maggie hugs herself in delight and spins round and
round with sheer joy.
MEANWHILE ON THE DOCKSIDE
A long white limousine draws up. Flashbulbs pop and
reporters surge towards the car as the door opens. A long, slim, silk clad leg appears,
closely followed by a second. Brooksie has certainly practiced the art of stepping out of
a car gracefully.
"Miss Parker!" shouts a reporter, "is
it true that you and Cary Grant have come on this cruise to be married?"
"Oh, you terrible, terrible man" simpers
Brooksie "now where on earth did you get that idea?" Mother has obviously done a
"All I can say right now is that Mr.
Grant and I
are very, very happy and that little episode the other night was just.....well, let's just
say that this is an exciting time for me and who can blame a girl for getting a little
overwrought?" She smiles coyly and walks elegantly up the gangplank, accompanied by
several harassed porters reeling under the weight of 36 pieces of matching luggage.
"Boy, that dame can certainly pack" mutters
a reporter as he hurries off to phone his editor with the certain news of the impending
LATER THAT DAY....THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN
A besotted captain is sitting at his desk smiling with
fatherly pride on Brooksie, who is at her most charming.
"Now as I've said, it's a surprise for
so I don't want you to tell him anything. He's so coy bless him, but just DYING for us to
be married at last. All you have to do my dear, dear man is get him here on some excuse
tomorrow afternoon at 4pm and perform our wedding. Got it? Good. Now remember, it's our
little secret. Tata."
Brooksie blows him a kiss as she walks out of the
room. As she stands outside with her back to the door, she stops and her fake smile
disappears and her face hardens. This is the real Brooksie, the one only her mother sees.
She nods, satisfied that everything is going according to plan and walks off. Faced with a
fait accompli, she knows Cary is far too honourable and good hearted to back out. As she
disappears round the corner, we hear a cheery whistling from the other direction.
Cary appears round the corner, sees an empty
passageway and cannot resist. A mischievous glint in his eye, he somersaults down the
passage and lands with a bounce outside the door of the captain's cabin. He knocks and
enters at the captain's request.
"You perform marriages on this ship my good man
"Good. Captain, you see before you a very happy
man, the happiest man you've EVER seen before you I'll guess. Can you do one of those
weddings for me? Please say you can."
"Marvelous, I knew you'd be a sport as soon as I
saw you. When can you do it?
"Ummm....well....how about tomorrow afternoon at
4pm?" This is far easier than the captain was expecting.
"Excellent, you lovely old captain you. Now, all
you have to do is think of some excuse to get the lady here tomorrow afternoon at 4 pm. I
don't know how, tell her you want to show her the bilge or the poopdeck or something like
that. Can you do that for me?"
"Oh yes, I most certainly can. In fact, consider
it done" the captain laughs uproariously and Cary looks at him slightly puzzled for a
"Good, it's a date then, ahoy for
now" Cary salutes smartly and leaves the captain rolling with laughter and wiping
tears from his eyes.
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