we begin?
Mr Francis, if you will go to the vehicle
and retrieve my light meter.
I'm going to be rich.
I want individual photos of Baby Bink.
Baby Bink? What
an absolutely delightful name.
- It's a pet name for Bennington.
- Certainly.
I want individual photos of Baby Bink,
and then a portrait of the two of us.
Whatever you wish, however you wish.
You photographed
the children of many of my friends.
Those pictures are forever appearing
in newspapers and magazines.
It is true.
- His picture's never been published.
- That cannot be.
It's true.
I am sure in the not-so-distant future
this little fellow will be very well known.
I want your very best. I want art.
I want you to set a new standard
for beauty in baby photography.
I so welcome the challenge, madame.
And, to that end, may I ask one small favor?
May I have some time alone with the child?
Oh, I need his complete attention.
The great bond between you and your son,
his love for you, will distract him.
I need to study his marvelous little features,
to learn how best to photograph him.
He does well with persons
he is not intimate with?
Does he?
He's a friendly boy, but he may not like...
Excellent!
Madame, if I might make a suggestion.
Your garment du jour, while
extremely magnificent, is so colorful,
I am afraid it will dominate the photograph
and detract from your natural beauty.
I knew this outfit was wrong.
I'll be back in 15 minutes.
Take all the time you need.
If he gets cranky,
read him his book.
How invaluable.
Thank you.
Mr Andrews, get the winter wardrobe.
- But, madam...
- Hurry, Gilbertine.
There you go.
Take the book.
Bink really deserves this moment
in the spotlight.
It's too bad the baby pictures
don't go on the front page.
- Ma'am?
- Yeah?
We gotta make this fast.
I'm sorry it took so long.
Where's Bink?
Eddie?
You're a smart guy. How do you tell
the front from the back on these diapers?
Are there pockets in the front?
- Very funny. The front and back are the same.
- Then it probably don't make no difference.
Put him in them regular baby clothes. That
fruit suit's a dead giveaway he's a rich kid.
Come on. Good boy.
Ed?
How do I know this milk
won't burn the kid's throat?
If that matters.
Try it on some skin first.
What's the matter with you?
I better let it cool down.
You like that?
Eddie?
Watch the baby.
Very good. Now see if it works the other way.
It works.
Put him in the bedroom.
The more he sleeps, the less attention
he draws from the neighbors.
- And keep an eye on him.
- Here you go, kid.
That little doo-doo machine
is my retirement money.
All right.
Nappy-nap time, little jerk.
Go to sleep real nice
cos Mr Teddy Bear over here,
he's been up all night drinking with
the Barbie dolls and he needs his rest.
All right. Drink your milk.
Take your nap.
Drink your milk! Take your nap!
- Eddie!
- What?
You got any suggestions how you
get these things to eat and sleep?
Sing him a song.
Eddie! What else did Mary's little lamb do?
Didn't he put Humpty Dumpty
back together again?
That was Nat King Cole.
Nat King Cole stuck his finger in the pie
and yanked out the bird.
How can a lamb put a Humpty
together again? He ain't got fingers.
Norby! Knock off the singin'
and read him his storybook.
If you can.
Wanna hear a story?
Let's see here. What do we got here?
"Nanny...
and Baby Boo...
strolled...
through...
the great big...
de...
de...
- department.
...department store."
"How many, many things there were to buy."
Or steal, if I was writin' that book.
Or steal, if I was writin' this book.
Mrs Cotwell? Dale Grissom, FBI.
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
You'll have to ask me later.
- I'm going to look for my baby.
- I'd rather you didn't. I need you here.
- Don't coddle me, Mr Grissom.
- Mrs Cotwell,
there are five million people in this city
and many places where your boy could be.
It would be pointless and dangerous
for you