about Arthur.
-Divorce?
-No.
-They're separated?
-No.
Did he kill her?
That's my girl. Come on.
Susan, you remember that day...
four years ago at the church?
-Yes.
-And you remember I said...
somehow, some way,
I'd make things right?
What have you done, Daddy?
I've gone into business
with Stanford Bach...
only, Bach made a big mistake.
He used my lawyer.
That's like inviting me
into a high-stakes poker game...
and letting me deal.
By this time next week...
Arthur will be
seriously reappraising his situation.
I thought after a few months with her,
that he'd get her out of his system.
I didn't want to get him back like this.
But you'll take him.
Of course I'll take him. Thank you, Daddy.
That's my girl.
Thank you very much
for coming in, Mrs. Todd.
I'll call you as soon as I hear anything.
Thanks. Bye, Dr. Todd.
-Mr. and Mrs. Bach?
-Yes.
-Hi. Cynthia Canby.
-How do you do?
It's nice to meet you
after talking to you on the phone.
Please call me Linda. This is Arthur.
-Hi, how are you?
-And Fairchild, our butler.
-How do you do?
-Very well, thank you.
-Come on in.
-All right.
-Shall I wait here, sir?
-No, there.
This is nice.
I've never met a real-life butler before.
Yeah, he shakes hands great.
I taught him that.
Actually, I do
most of the housework myself.
I just use him to reach the higher shelves.
Who do you like better so far,
me or Linda?
Honey!
-Why don't you sit down?
-Okay, just a minute, darling.
Let me just test these out.
You'd better sit here, darling.
This looks a tad more comfortable.
I'll take this less comfortable chair.
That's the kind of guy I am.
I'll make a note. Passes chair test.
Mrs. Canby, did you help
all of these people?
I've got the best job in the whole world.
I make families.
-They're all smiling.
-Yeah.
I guess babies do that to people.
What I'd like to do is put a picture
of you and Arthur on that wall.
Mrs. Canby, if you could do that...
you would make me....
You would make us...
the happiest people in the whole world.
Now I've been going through your file.
We've collected some information
about you.
But I just wanted to ask you
a couple of things.
Is it true that you own five houses?
-No way.
-No.
-No, six, actually.
-What do you mean, six?
-What about the one in Saint-Tropez?
-What? That's a shack, Arthur.
That's not a house.
Well, forget the baby, adopt me.
Raising a happy child
has nothing to do with money.
-Yeah.
-You can say that again.
Now, there's been quite a bit
about you in the press.
There's mention here
of a drinking problem.
Now wait a minute.
Linda might enjoy an occasional glass
of wine, but to suggest...
-there's a drinking problem....
-Arthur, I was talking about you.
Mrs. Canby, he never drives.
I make sure he doesn't ever drive.
And last year,
he joined Alcoholics Anonymous.
I see.
-How many meetings did you attend?
-Meetings?
I guess I didn't read the entire pamphlet.
I've never done that in my entire life.
I swear I'm not a kicker.
It's all right.
If you hadn't kicked him, I would have.
We take drinking problems
very seriously around here.
Look, Mrs. Canby,
I know we're not perfect.
No, we're not. For example,
I've only got one good leg.
But Arthur and I,
we're the happiest couple I know.
And it's not the money.
I just know it's not. It's us.
I mean, we laugh all the time...
and I hardly ever kick him,
and he hardly ever kicks me.
It just seems like without a baby...
something really wonderful
is being wasted.
I'll see what I can do.
-That's it?
-That's it.
I'm gonna be visiting
your home sometime.
-What about tomorrow?
-I can't tell you when.
The idea is to catch you by surprise,
to see how you really live.
Any day's good except Tuesdays...
'cause that's when we're out
robbing gas stations.
-Don't worry about a thing, it'll be fine.
-Nice meeting you, Mrs. Canby.
-Yes, you, too. I'll be in touch.
-Okay. Bye.
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