01x15 - Now There's a Face

[bunniefuu]

Hey!

- That one I'm gonna like.
- That one I'm gonna hate.

How do you know?

What do you mean, how do I know?

How would you like it if some
stranger snuck up on you...

and took your picture while
your tongue was sticking out?

I never thought
about it that way.

Name's Tom Brighton.
Social Security number... - - .

Telephone number...
- , area code .

Zip code... .

Ex-marine, now student,
philosopher, humanitarian,

and I just paid my last
installment on a jalopy.

Now, can I borrow
your beach towel?

Now that you know me.
Why? Are you cold?

I want to change film.
Oh.

What's your name?

Frances Elizabeth Lawrence.

Mm. Doesn't fit you.

How about Francie?

Nope.

Gidget?
I'll buy that.

- Are you a tourist or something?
- Do I look like one?

Well, tourists
always have cameras.

I'm barefoot.
Tourists always wear shoes.

And hats.

And they stand with one hand
in their back pocket...

and squint at the sun
with one eye...

and take pictures of people
standing beside cars.

What do you like
to take pictures of?

Faces. Happy faces.

Sad faces. Funny faces.
Like yours.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Actually, I'm a reformed
tourist studying at UCLA.

Creative photography.
What's that? Two guesses.

Well, seaweed naturally.

Wrong. A fur stole.
Ugh!

Oh, yes. Mink.

Wrong again. Chinchilla.

Why not think big?

"Dahling," I...

- Oh, you didn't.
- Did.

How about tomorrow?
Same time, same place.

- Don't count on it.
- Make you a bet.

♪ If you're in doubt
about angels ♪

♪ Being real

♪ I can arrange to change

♪ Any doubts you feel

♪ Wait till you see my Gidget ♪

♪ You'll want her
for your valentine ♪

♪ You're gonna say
she's all that you adore ♪

♪ But stay away
Gidget is spoken for ♪

♪ You're gonna find
that Gidget is ♪

♪ Mine ♪

Okay, so I'm here.

I always come here
on Saturday anyway,

and it has nothing to do with
that anti-tourist camera Casanova.

Hi, doll.
Oh, ahem, you're late.

I know. I'm sorry.

I had a blind date
with a dolphin named Dolores.

And if there's one thing you never
do, it's stand up a dolphin.

Okay, ready for more pictures?

- Why me?
- I have one rule.

Only photograph subjects
that charge me emotionally.

Besides, I'm crazy
about brown eyes...

and turned-up noses
that are slightly crooked...

and pigtails.

Particularly on girls.

- Hey, I wasn't ready!
- I was.

So what are you
going to do about it, Dad?

I could picket the photographers' union.
I think she should be stopped.

She's been posing
for him all week.

In fact, she's even
given up boys for him.

- What's Tom, an albatross?
- An albatross is a web-footed bird.

Tom Brighton
is a -year-old man.

- Who still has a few good years left.
- Daddy!

Besides, I think any young man

who has the guts to come back
and get his master's degree...

after having been in the service
deserves credit, not criticism.

Anyway, I like him.
You're skirting the issue, Russ.

It's a well-known psychological
fact that a young girl...

is susceptible to the wiles of an
older man and can be deeply hurt.

Gidget is far too sensible
to be susceptible to anyone.

- Then maybe he's
susceptible to her.

How long's the jury been out?

Normal reaction
to a guilt complex.

Hi. Hi, sweetie.
Tom left these for you.

Ooh.

Ugh! Do you know what he says?
What?

He says I charge him
emotionally.

- Gidget!
- What'd the head-shrinker have to say?

He said I was falling in love
with Tom Brighton.

- Psychologically or for real?
- For real.

He told me the symptoms
to watch out for,

like being absentminded and
dreamy-eyed and no appetite.

Can you imagine me
with no appetite?

That John...

Thinking I could fall in love with
someone who's nine years older than I am.

That John...

Thinking I could fall in love
with someone who's...

nine years older than I am.

- You just said that.
- I did?

Oh, I guess I must
be getting absentminded.

- You okay?
- Hmm?

- You look funny.
- How?

Dreamy-eyed.

And I've lost my appetite.

Two malts and a triple-deck
hamburger... no wonder.

But I usually have
two triple-deck hamburgers.

John's smarter than I realized.

I am in love.

In love, huh?
Who's the lucky boy this week?

Tom Brighton.
How's the coffee?

- What?
- How's the coffee?

Weak. And so am I
at the moment.

Strong coffee's bad
for the blood pressure.

What do you think you've
done to my blood pressure?

Don't worry. It's just
a state of mind at the moment.

Mine. You see,
he's not in love with me.

I'm not his type.
Why not?

To him I'm just
a kid in pigtails,

barely out of
the tooth-brace set.

Well, if he'd paid the bill,
he'd appreciate your straight teeth.

But I'm only and a half.

If he wants an old woman,
let him go find one.

- And my nose is wrong.
- What's the matter with your nose?

- It's crooked.
- It is not crooked.

Oh, Daddy, let's be practical.

This is merely a case of a
young girl falling in love...

with an older, attractive,
sophisticated, charming man of the world.

And so, you see,
it's completely one-sided.

Of course, I'd never,
never let him know how I feel.

I'm sure you'll be able
to handle it, Francie.

Oh, don't worry, Daddy.

You see, if Tom
was in love with me,

then we'd have a problem.

And your nose is not crooked.

One thing I found out
about being in love:

Nothing is quite the same.
You're clumsy, for one thing.

And you drop things.

And you wonder how you look.

Maybe if I wear my hair up,
I'll look older.

And just having him touch you
sends shock waves...

all up and down
your spinal column.

All right, I'm coming in
close for this one.

Hope you've been staying
away from those candy bars.

Never touch the stuff.

I thought you didn't believe
in posed pictures.

This won't be posed.

I just want to get that one
little beam of sunlight

hitting that rock
in back of you.

Are you taking a picture
of me or the rock?

The rock naturally.

You're just sort of window
dressing in the foreground.

Quit moving!

I'm not moving. I...
I'm just sitting on a nervous rock.

- Then tell the rock to quit moving.
- Okay.

This is a special picture.
My first paying assignment.

A magazine cover.
Me on a cover?

- Uh-huh.
- Which one? Frisky Miss?

- New teenage magazine.
- Oh, kid stuff.

Nothing wrong with that.
Now...

- How do you want me to look?
- Hungry.

- What?
- I like that look on you.

Sort of...
wistful, hopeful.

This picture is special, Gidget.

I want your face to be...
every kind of a face.

I want a face that says,
"This is youth. This is hope.

This is the face of tomorrow,
and I'm not afraid."

I want a face that says,
"I love everything...

"in this crazy, mixed-up
hunk of earth.

All I want
is a chance to prove it."

I hope I didn't miss
the exposure.

This is one picture
I wouldn't want to foul up.

Ooh, you're gonna have to cut
out those triple-deck hamburgers.

I'm gonna have to cut out
something, all right.

But it's not hamburgers.

I'm going to say to Tom,

"Tom, I regret very much that
I cannot pose for you anymore."

Then he'll say, "Gidge,
you can't do this to me.

Not in the middle
of a thesis."

Then I'll say,
"Yes, I can."

Then I'll smile sweetly and
leave so he won't see me bawling.

Hi. My name
is Frances Lawrence.

I know. The face.
He's in. Upstairs.

Third door to the right,
just past Chief Running Waters.

Huh?
Indian statue.

My late husband owned a cigar store.
Community property.

Tom? Come on in.
I'm in the closet.

Some laundry.

Gidge?
Yeah?

Open the door fast and come in.

Couldn't wait to see how that
last picture of you turned out.

Tom, I regret
to inform you, but...

Gidge, look.
Come closer.

Tom, I regret to inform you...

It takes a while
for your eyes to adjust.

Look here.

You know what this
is like, Gidge?

Like creating life.

An unborn image...

slowly taking shape.

Look here. See? First,
the outline of the head.

Then the eyes...

Then the mouth.

And the nose.

Beautiful.

Tom, I... Shh.

This is a magical moment.

You see that one little beam
of light just over the head?

Looks like a halo.

That's what I'll call this...
"Angel on the Rocks."

You're the greatest.

Don't go away. I've got
something to tell you.

Hello? Pete!

Well, I've been waiting
for you to call.

When did you get in?
Great.

Hey, listen, if I sound a little
excited, it's because I am.

I'm in love...
with a face.

Wait till you meet her.
She's fabulous.

One in a million.

Well, she's here right now.

Well, she was here.

I must have scared her off
with my enthusiasm.

How old is she?
She's just a kid.

A delightful, wonderful
kid in pigtails,

but with a face that's
every photographer's dream.

I must say she's an improvement
over your last love affair...

A four-eyed butterfly fish.

Tom, could it be
you're in love with your work?

Runs a close second to you. Hey, listen.
How about dinner tonight?

I know a terrific Italian place.

On second thought, I can't wait that long.
Come over right now.

You can help me
with my, uh, laundry.

I'll be right over.

Hey, Gidge.

Dad? Dad!

Dad, I have the most terrific news for you!
The greatest!

Dad, sit down.
I am sitting down.

Remember what I told you... that we'd only
have a problem if Tom was in love with me?

Yes.
Well, we've got a problem.

Isn't that wonderful?
I think I'll take this one standing up.

Dad, Tom Brighton
is in love with me. Me!

He called me an angel,
and he kissed me. He what?

He kissed me.
Where?

In the closet.
What were you doing in the closet?

He does his work there.
That's obvious.

He develops pictures. And I was looking
at one of the pictures he took of me,

and then he grabbed me
like this and kissed me.

Like that. I think something's
been lost in that translation.

And then the telephone rang.
Thank heaven for small favors.

It was a friend of his
named Pete.

And he told him he loved me.

Oh, Daddy, I know I'm young,

but don't forget I've had a lot of
responsibilities for a girl of my age.

And... I do love him...

so much.

Hello...

Well, hi, Tom.

Yes. Yes, I will.

Right now. Bye.

I've gotta dash. Tom says
he has a surprise for...

Maybe he's gonna propose.
Propose?

I'd better change.
I'm going with you.

Dad! He's proposing
to me, not you.

My baby sister?

My little, little,
tiny, tiny baby sister...

on the verge of running off and
getting married, and you're calm!

Of course I'm calm. I have to be.
I have to keep my head.

And she is not little, little
or tiny, tiny. She's...

Oh, hi, Russ.

Hi, honey.
Hi.

- What's new?
- Tell him.

I am not in the mood for
psychological I-told-you-so's.

Oh, by the way, Russ,
I have an apology to make...

About that photographer
that Gidget is mooning over.

Thought I'd stop by and have a
little chat with him about Gidget.

Have you ever seen his room?
I've heard about it.

- Hey, do we have any cheese, honey?
- In the refrigerator.

I am about to become
the father of the bride,

and he's worried
about his stomach.

Anyway, I just got there when this old
friend of mine dropped in to see him too.

- For Pete's sake.
- That's the one... Pete.

We studied Psychology
together about two years ago.

- They're going to be married.
- Who's gonna be married?

- Tom and Pete.
- Tom and Pete?

- Pete's a girl.
- That's nice.

- Well, Pete who?
- Pete Peterson.

Well, everyone calls her Pete.
It's short for Penelope.

- Pete's a girl!
- And how.

Oh, no!

Gidget.
Daddy!

One of the most important moments in
my life, and you're gonna spoil it.

Honey, listen to me, please.

Hi, doll.

Hey, you brought
your dad. Wonderful.

Welcome to the Waldorf Towers.

Good-bye, Daddy.
Oh, no, Gidge.

Come on in, please.
This is a very special occasion.

The more, the merrier.

Darling, somebody
I want you to meet.

Penelope Peterson, known
in formal circles as "Pete."

My fiancée.
Professor Lawrence. Hello.

And this is Gidget,
my number one pinup girl.

Told you she was a doll,
didn't I, darling?

Hello, Gidget. I've been
admiring your pictures.

You're everything Tom
said you were and more.

I'm glad she isn't five years older.
I'd be insanely jealous.

We're gonna be married in the
spring, right after graduation.

Hey. This is the first time I've
seen you with nothing to say.

Uh, Francie takes after me.

We both get all shook up
about weddings and, uh,

you know.

I... I'm very happy for you, Tom.

In fact, I...
I'm so happy that...

I might even cry a little.

Congratulations.

Hey, where are you going?

I have a terrible feeling
that something is wrong.

I have a feeling you're right.

Hi. Fancy
meeting you here.

I thought I'd find you here.

Well, one thing
about the ocean...

All that saltwater around,
and nobody notices a few tears.

I'm sorry, honey.

You gonna tell me
it doesn't matter,

that in a few days
I'll forget all about Tom...

and everything'll be a-ok again?

No.
Thanks.

I wish I could.

Just tell me one thing.

How long before
the hurting stops?

You'll always hurt a little...

Every time
you think back about this.

But each time,
it'll hurt a little less.

That's what
first heartbreaks are for...

To immunize you
from the others to come.

It's sort of like chicken pox, huh?
Sure.

You know, don't you, Daddy?

Mm. I know.

May I come in?

Why not? You're in.

I thought maybe you'd like
to have some hot chocolate.

Thanks. I'd love it.

You have to let adults do things
for you every now and then.

Makes them feel better.
Won't make me feel better though.

I've tasted Anne's
hot chocolate. Yech.

This'll be John.

Hi, Gidge.

You remember that purse
you saw in Preeman's window?

The one with the mink lining?

The one with the nylon lining.

- Oh. Yeah?
- I ordered it for you.

- Terrif', John. Thanks.
- It's nothing.

Hmm.

He'll feel better too...
until he gets the bill.

Now, what could he do
to make me feel better?

I didn't realize
until I saw this picture,

but there it is...

The whole story...
on her face.

I should've known,
but I was so wrapped up in my own work.

Breaks your heart.
Funny.

As a photographer,
I'm always searching for truth.

Every picture, I tell
myself, has to tell a story.

Well, this one tells a story.

It tells too much.

I don't want to use it.
It wouldn't be fair.

What about your magazine cover?

I'll use another picture of Gidget, a...
happier one.

Oh, uh, you
can tell Gidge that...

I wasn't satisfied
with this one.

Tell her I... goofed.

Tom must have loved me
just a little bit,

or else he wouldn't
have given up that picture.

But he wasn't
the one that goofed.

Uh-uh. That was me.

Frances Elizabeth Lawrence.

Guess who.

Now, there's a face.

You'll get over it,
honey. Honest.

I know I will, Daddy.

But what worries me... Will you?