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NARRATOR:
And now,Death Valley Days.

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, folks.
I'’m the Old Ranger.

And I have another interesting
true story for you

about the historic
Death Valley country.

I'’m sure
you'’ve heard of Lady Godiva,

who, according to legend,

rode naked through
the streets of Coventry.

The hero of our story
tonight is a man,

a young newspaper reporter
by the name of Sam Swift.

And the streets
are those of a Western city
in the early 1900s.

But you'’ll soon see why Sam
became known as Mr. Godiva.

Sam...Marjorie, darling.

No, Sam, you shouldn'’t.

You haven'’t received
father'’s permission yet.

Sweetheart, all I need
is your permission.

No, Sam it'’s--
It'’s not proper.

All right,
I'’ll see your father,
state my intentions.

MAN:
Marjorie!

In here, father.
Here'’s your chance.

There'’s no time
like the present.

Hello, baby. I brought--
Oh, hello, Swift.

Good afternoon, sir.

You gentlemen know
each other?

Mr. Norman Cates of the
Sierra National Bank.

Sam Swift. Of the Daily Bulletin.

How do you do?

Oh, Norman,
did you drive Father home
in your new Pierce-Arrow?

Why, yes, I did.

I'’d love to see it.
Will you show it to me?

I'’d be delighted.Excuse us.

Oh, Father,
Sam has something to ask you.

Come on, Norman.

I guess you know what
I'’m going to say,
Mr. Delafield.

I do.

I hope I have
your permission, sir.

You don'’t.

I-- I don'’t?

Until I'’m clear
on a few points.

What'’re your prospects,
Swift?

Of persuading her? Good.

Of supporting her.

Oh, well,
I'’ll do my best, sir.

Let'’s see.
The newspaper reporting

you make $25 a week,
isn'’t it?

$30, sir.

That table you'’re sitting on
cost 20 times as much.

Furnishings in this room alone

represent many
thousands of dollars,

and there are
19 other rooms in the house.

Well, surely, sir,
you don'’t expect
a young son-in-law

to provide
a set-up like this?No.

But I'’d want the assurance
that he could someday.

A fellow like Norman Cates
has prospects.

He'’s heading for
the presidency of his bank.

Well, if it'’s money you want,
I'’ll make it, plenty of it.

That isn'’t as easy
as it sounds.I don'’t agree, sir.

Money'’s one of
the easiest things in the world
to come by.

You started with nothing.

You were a hard rock miner
in Virginia City.

I know your whole story.

It'’s on file in the morgue
over at the Bulletin.

Apparently
you'’re not impressed.

On the contrary.

Just bears out my belief
that in this country of ours

all a man needs
is a little imagination,

some enterprise,
and they can become rich

practically overnight.

It has taken me my entire life
to accumulate a fortune.

You have no idea, my boy.Mr. Delafield I'’ll bet you

that I can start out tomorrow
with absolutely nothing,

not a penny to my name,
not a stitch on my back--Naked?

Naked. And in three days--You'’d be arrested

in three minutes
for indecent exposure.Let me finish.

In three days I can earn enough
by my own honest efforts to...

to wear an Antonio suit,
like yours,

eat in the finest
restaurant in town,

drive a Winton automobile,
and a thousand dollars
in the bank.

Say that again.

Thousand dollars in the bank?
A Winton automobile?

Custom clothes by Antonio,

meals in the finest
restaurant in town.

In a space of three days?

Young fellow,
you'’ve got yourself a bet.

And if I succeed?

You can marry
all the daughters I'’ve got.

I'’ll settle for Marjorie.
Thank you, Mr. Delafield.

I knew you were a gambler.

You'’d never gotten as far
as you did if you weren'’t.

When'’re you going to start,
Horatio Alger?

Tomorrow morning. 9:00,
Palace Hotel, Room 202.

I'’ll have a committee on hand
to see that you abide
by the rules.

Your privilege, sir.One other stipulation.

Yes?Marjorie is to know
nothing of this wager.

Agreed.
Good day, sir.

Sam, you'’re off your trolley!

Maybe.But what do you want
to do it for?

My business.
Your business is news,

and I'’m giving you a story.

If you'’ve got the nerve
to go through with it.

Then I can have
the next three days off,
then, chief?

Thanks.You mean you'’re
really going to appear

in public like
a newly hatched egg?

You be at the front door
of the Palace Hotel

tomorrow morning at 9:30 with
your camera and you will see.

[ knocking ]

Come in.

Mr. Swift?

Ah, Mr. Delafield'’s committee.
Good morning, gentlemen.

Good morning.Allow me to introduce

Judge Downey.Howdy do, sir.

Doctor Rider.Doctor Rider.

My name is Bascomb.
I'’m the manager of this hotel.

How do you do?

Well, gentlemen, I think
you'’re five minutes early,

or else my watch is slow.

Oh, Mr. Bascomb?Yes?

Would be kind enough
to do me the favor

of keeping this
in the hotel safe?Yes.

And my wallet?
There'’s $3 there.

Now, you gentlemen all know
the conditions of the agreement?

ALL:
We do.

Well, I may as well get started.

This um-- This won'’t take long.

SAM:
How'’s the weather outside?

Thermometer read
52 this morning.

Brr!

Any people on the street?

Not too many.

SAM:
There will be.

Well, gentlemen,
I'’m ready for the inspection

if you will have
your admission fee ready.

Admission? SAM:
Certainly.

You don'’t think you're going
to see me for nothing,
do you?

Costs each of you four bits.

50 cents?Mr. Delafield
never mentioned this.

An oversight on his part.

We can'’t inspect him
without looking.

And we can'’t look
without paying.

So, I guess we
may as well pay.There you are, sir.

There'’s mine.Thank you.

Here'’s mine.Thank you.

All right, gentlemen.

How about it, Doc?

Naked as
the day you were born.

Judge? Verdict: Naked.

Mr. Bascomb? September Morn, himself.

Thank you, gentlemen.
I'’ll be with you in a second.

Well, I'’m on my way.

Hey! You'’re not naked.

Well, I was.
You testified to that.

That'’s right,
he did start out naked.

You are stealing
one of our towels.

I am renting this towel from
the hotel, sir, for 25 cents.

Money which I honestly earned.

Another stipulation of
my agreement with Mr. Delafield.

Well? Pardon me.
Good day, gentlemen.

Oh, good morning.Sam, hold it!

PHOTOGRAPHER:
That should be a beaut.

Now would you care to make
a statement for the press?

Yeah, a note for
the fashion editor.

Skin is being worn with
goose pimples this season.Um, yes.

PHOTOGRAPHER:
Anything else? Yeah.

You may quote me as saying that
now I know how Lady Godiva felt

when she took her famous ride.

See you, Ernie.

Bye.

Ouch!

[ chatter ]

Oh, good morning.

Well, my friend, looks like
you came into the right place.

Yeah, just in time, too.

Somebody steal your clothes?

No, I gave them away.

Oh, now you want
a nice, new outfit?That'’s right.

What'’ve you got for
a dollar and a quarter?

A dollar and a quarter?
That'’s a joke.

Why, that wouldn'’t even
buy you a necktie.

It'’s all I've got to spend.

Well, then, my friend
you came to the wrong place.

This is high-class tailor shop.

Well, if you have no suit
within my price range,

I'’ll have to make my own.

You get out of here
before I lose my temper.

Just a minute,
Mr. Antonio--[ speaking Italian ]

Mr. Antonio, you believe
in advertising, don'’t you?

You get out or
I'’ll call the police.

How would you like to have
5,000 people outside
your store today?

Have your name, a picture
of your shop on the front page

of every newspaper
in the city?

Everybody talking
about Antonio Suits.

A million dollars worth
of publicity for free.

For free?Uh-huh.

How do I get it?Well...

Loan me some scissors,
sell me six yards
of brown wrapping paper,

some needles and thread,
and a few buttons

for a dollar and a quarter,
and you'’ll see.

A million dollars worth
it would advertise for free?That'’s right. Uh-huh.

I'’ll do it.

[ crowd noise ]

NORMAN:
Sam Swift as he emerged from
the Palace Hotel this morning

to brave the asphalt streets,
chilly weather, city cops,

and the hazards of traffic.

How perfectly disgusting.
The man must be demented.

No one in his right mind
would do a thing like that.

Would they, Marcus?Well it, uh--

It'’s a bit unusual.

He must have
amnesia or something.

You know these newspapermen.
Anything for publicity.

But why? What could he
possibly gain by it?

Why do men sit on flagpoles
or jump out of balloons?

I never could understand.Where is he now?

At the hour of going to press
Mr. Swift was sitting

in the window
of Antonio'’s Tailor Shop
cutting out paper dolls.

Well!

[ delighted crowd chatter ]

[ crowd cheers ]

Well, how'’s this for
a suit made out of paper?

What do you think, eh?

I still think you are crazy,
but I love you
like my own brother.

Look at that crowd out there.

I never had such publicity
in all my life. Never.

Just for that, Mr. Swift,
I'’m going to make you
a suit, myself.

The best suit in the house.
Real good.

Well, I still haven'’t got
a cent to my name,
Mr. Antonio.

That'’s for free. No charge.

That'’s what
I'’ve been waiting to hear.

I'’ll be in for it tomorrow.

I'’ll be ready for you.Good.

Take care of my towel
for me, will you?Sure, sure.

What'’re you going to do now?

Er-- Sally forth and find some
way to make a thousand dollars.

Be careful, that crowd will
start to grab a souvenir

off your paper suit.[ laughs ]

Souvenirs! Oh!
Thank you, brother!

For what?For giving me an idea.

[ speaking Italian ]

[ applause ]

I make the front page, Ernie?

Did you?
Take a look at this.

What? You want me
to autograph this paper
as a souvenir

of the occasion?
Why certainly, sir.

Happy to do it.

There you are, sir.I don'’t want your autogr--

A dollar? Oh, no, sir!
Happy to do it for

only a quarter.
And hand it over.

Oh, one at a time, folks. Okay--

Don'’t push.
Have your quarters ready.

Here, Ernie, you be cashier.
Put the quarter in the hat.

That'’s right, thank you.

Sam, you really
cleaned up.

Mr. Swift, [ speaks Italian ]
You are financial genius.

Oh, Sam, you'’re not going to
carry all this money around

with you, are you?No!

I'’m going to put it
in the bank.

And I know exactly
the right one--

the Sierra National.

I'’m going to take it
to Mr. Norman Cates,
assistant manager

in charge of new accounts.

He made me the laughingstock
of the entire bank.

Standing there barefooted
with that ridiculous
paper suit.

I shall never live it down.

$767.50 in the space
of a couple of hours.

Just goes to prove
what fools people can be.

NORMAN:
To pay whatever he asked.

25 cents.

How do you know?

Well, I just happened to
be in the neighborhood and

I got caught in the crowd.

Don'’t tell me you bought
his autograph, Eliza.

[ laughs ]

Well I don'’t think it's funny.

I don'’t think
any of it'’s funny.

The boy'’s a financial wizard.

He'’s a cheap exhibitionist,
if you'’ll pardon me, sir.

I agree with Mr. Cates.

Think that he had been
in this house,
in this very room.

Why, um-- Yes. ELIZA:
Calling upon Marjorie.

Well whoever put him
up to this ought to be
ashamed of himself.

His editor, most likely,
to boost sales.

Father, call the Bulletinup

and tell them
just what you think of them.

That it'’s
yellow journalism.

You bought
a paper yourself, my dear.

Well where is Sam now?
Does anybody know?

Hi, chief.What'’s the latest?

He'’s in the park
cooking himself some supper.

Says he'’s going
to spend the night there...

on a bench.

After making all that
money selling autographs?

Says he'’s got to save that
for something else.

Has he given you any idea as
to why he'’s doing all this?

He closes up like a clam
whenever I ask him.

Well, he'’s still
front page copy.

Did you get
any more pictures? Nope.

He'’s put his foot down. What?

Says from now on, anybody who
photographs him has to pay

a hundred dollars a shot. Well, pay him.

Hmm?I said pay him!

Man alive, it'’s worth $500!

Get that camera
and get back there!Okay, chief.

Hold it.

Here you are.

$20, $40, $60, $80--$100. Thank you.

Every little bit helps.
Need any more pictures

look me up.

Guess I'’ll call it a day.

MAN:
Monsieur Swift!
Monsieur Swift!

I am Pierre Mertino,
a friend of Monsieur Antonio.

Oh, yes. How do you do?

I own Maxime'’s Restaurant
on Front Street.

You know the place?

Sure, everybody does.

Finest restaurant in town.
All'’s that can afford it.

Monsieur Swift, I would be
most happy if you would be

the guest of Maxime'’s.

Thank you, but I'’ve already had
my supper-- Beans and bacon.

Tomorrow, then. And the next
day, and the day after that.

Monsieur Swift, you shall have
carte blanche at Maxime'’s

any time you wish.I won'’t have to
eat in the window?

No, Monsieur Swift, I shall
give you the best table.

And I shall tell everybody
Maxime'’s is where Sam Swift

"The Nature Man" eats.[ laughs ]

They will fight
for reservations.

They will want
the menus autographed![ groans ]

No-- No more autographs.

You will come, then,
without autographs?Oh, I'’d be delighted!

Thank you!
Thank you, Monsieur Swift!

And now, I go and tell my chef
to create a new dish

named for you!Bye...

Make it spare ribs,
a la Godiva.

Now, Sam, what is
all this about?

Come on, break down.
What is the reason
behind all this?

I told you.
I'’m trying to prove that

America is the
land of opportunity.

All right,
but what'’s your reason?

Ernie, you ever
sleep on a newspaper?

Quite a night.
Let me show you.
Observe.

Sports section
I wrap around my feet.

Want ads around my knees.

Society section
around my hips.

Cooking hints over the stomach.

Ah, advice to the lovelorn.
Over the heart.

And so, my dear friends,
I bid you one and all

a fond goodnight.[ laughter ]

Goodnight!

MARJORIE:
Sam!

Marjorie!I found out where you were.
I asked a policeman.

What do you think, it'’s proper
to visit a man in his bedroom?

Sam, this joke
has gone far enough.

Nobody has a right
to exploit you like this.

I'’m not being exploited.

You'’re coming back
with me right now.Back where?

Why, to our house.

Where you can have a good,
hot bath and some dinner.

Father will-- So your father sent you?

No, I--You tell your father for me
I'’m not calling my dogs off.

Understand?
I'’ve come this far
in this thing.

I'’m seeing it through.

Sam, dear--And don'’t you
try to tempt me.

Sam, listen to me, please.

Norman'’s waiting right over
there with his automobile.

He'’ll drive y--Norman! Now I know

it'’s a plot to put me
out of the running.

I'’m not budging.

You are an exhibitionist,
of the most vulgar sort.

You just want to
make the headlines,

bask in the limelight.

Well, I think it'’s disgusting.

Freeze to death out here!
Get yourself arrested!

I don'’t care.
I hope I never see or hear
of you again.

You-- You eccentric!

Marjorie!

Norman? I said that
I couldn'’t give you an answer,

but my mind'’s made up.

I will marry you.Oh, Marjorie!

Now I'’d like to
look at some hats.

Oh, we have a complete
selection. All kinds.

Bulbous, fedoras...I don'’t like those.

Let'’s try the skimmer
and see how it looks.

No, no.
Mr. Swift, this way.Ah-ha!

Sam! There'’s a fella outside
with an automobile for you.

An automobile?Ernie, what do you
think of this hat?

It'’s a Winton!I know.

You bought a Winton?

Well, no. I can'’t afford
an expensive car like that.

Someday you will.

Let'’s hope.

Meanwhile, the company,
at my suggestion, is giving me

the use of one of their
new models in return

for my endorsement. [ laughter ]

Mr. Swift, you killing me.

Yesterday, you duck in here
just ahead of the police,
wearing a towel.

And today
you drive away in a Winton

and wearing an Antonio suit.

Tony, all it takes is a little
imagination and some enterprise.

And plenty of nerve.That helps too.

Oh, Marjorie,
this is wonderful.

I'’ll give a big tea
to announce it.

And I think a June wedding
would be lovely.

Father, you haven'’t
said a word yet.Oh, well I--

This is all so sudden,
it'’s kind of taken
my breath away.

Oh, if you knew what a
comfort this was, Norman.

I may call you Norman,
mayn'’t I?

Why certainly, mother.

To know that our little girl is
going to be in such good hands.

[ car horn blasts ]

It'’s Sam.

I won'’t see him.

I'’ll tell the butler
to refuse him.

We'’re not at home.No, I'’ve got to see him.

MARJORIE:
Then you can see him alone!

Yes, I do not care to have
any further words with him.

Come, dear.

Now, look. You can'’t leave me
to face him all by myself.

Why?

It wouldn'’t be good manners
for you all to walk out.

I hardly think Mr. Swift will
be concerned with manners.

You don'’t understand--Hello, everybody!

Well, I made it,
Mr. Delafield,

and faster
than I thought I would, too.

30 hours instead of three days.

You have clothes on!

Genuine Antonio.

And a thousand dollars in the
bank, and a Winton at the curb.

NORMAN:
A Winton? Yes.

I prefer it to
the Pierce-Arrow.

The manager at Maxime'’s is
reserving a table for two

for me this evening.

Will you give me
the pleasure of your company,
Miss Delafield?

Sam--My fiancé and I

are dining together
this evening.

Fiancé?It'’s true.

And we'’re all
very happy about it.

I'’m sorry, Sam.

I had no idea she'’d get
engaged to anyone else
so soon.

Father, what are
you talking about?

FATHER:
Sam and I made a bet.

And you lost?

Yes, I lost.

I lost a son-in-law who'’s
one of the greatest go-getters

this country has ever seen,

a man I could take into my
company, train to succeed me.

Marcus, will you please
stop raving and explain?

Sam bet me that he could start
with nothing-- but nothing.

And end up, in three days,
like this.

And the stakes?

Permission to court you.

Marcus, how could you?

So that was the reason.

Sam, why didn'’t you tell me?

Part of the bargain.

Well, my congratulations
to you both.

Thank you.I hope you'’ll
be very happy.

Sam, wait!Let him go, Marjorie.

Let him go? Would you
have done what he did,

go through what he has
just to win me?

You know you wouldn'’t.

You wouldn'’t even appear out on
the street without a necktie.

Sam!

There he is, now.
He'’s cranking
up the automobile.

Maybe she won'’t
catch up to him.

Come on, Margie!
Hurry up or he'’ll get away!

Sam! Sam, I want to explain!

Nothing to say, Marjorie.But you don'’t understand.

I'’d rather not hear it.

They'’re arguing!

Oh, now she'’s
climbing in beside him.Good.

She'’s throwing
her arms around him.

In public.That'’s my girl.

They'’re kissing.

Good going, Mr. Godiva!

There, there, mother.

Don'’t "mother" me!

And the moral
of this story is

if you want a thing
badly enough

in a country like ours,

there'’s, generally, some
way of getting it honestly.