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[music - "danny boy"]

Up, please.

I said up.

I'm going up, would you care to join me?

What's the matter with you?

Mr. Williams, you here?

Yeah, I'm here.

When are you going to arrive?

I'm sorry, I was reading this book.

What?

Shakespeare.

Romeo and Juliet.

Romeo and Juliet?

Oh yes, it's a beautiful love story.

Just listen to what they say anything.

But so, what light on yonder window going to break.

Out of the east and Juliet it is the sun.

Yeah.

No, wait a minute.

That's not as good as what she says.

She goes up on the balcony and she calls down, and she says,

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore are you Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

Or if thou will no, [inaudible] but declare my love

and I won't ever be a Capulet.

A Capulet?

That's your name, Juliet Capulet.

Since when did you get interested in Romeo and Juliet?

That's the story of my life.

I'm in love.

You're in love?

With a girl.

Do I know her?

No.

You don't know it.

I don't know her either.

What I do know is that she's the baby

nurse up on the 12th floor.

Well, why don't you go to the 12th floor and go--

Corazon.

What's the matter.

Here comes Juliet.

Jose!

Jose!

You open up this door!

Well, if there isn't the love sick astronaut.

What's the big idea?

Why did you close the door on my face?

That's why I came up here to explain to you why

I closed the door in your face.

All right, why?

Because I didn't want you in my elevator.

Oh.

For a while there I thought you didn't have a good reason.

You've got to understand, that's the only chance

I got to be alone with her.

It's-- it's our moment.

Isn't that sweet?

Isn't that a sweet?

You got to understand that that's the only moment I got

to be alone, is just that precious moment that I have,

and then we get up to the 12th floor,

and I got to let her out.

And my whole world just crumbles.

I hate the 12th floor.

There, there, Jose.

Well, OK.

I forgive you.

I can understand why you'd want to be alone with her.

Mr. Williams.

Of course you're entitled to be alone

to talk to the girl you love.

Oh, I never talk to her.

You don't talk to her?

Why not?

Well, if you talk like I talk, would you talk?

Jose, you mustn't run yourself down like that.

You speak very well.

Your speech is just fine.

Well, that's very nice of you to say.

But something you ought to know.

What's that?

I got an accent.

So what if you've got an accent?

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

I know, Mr. Williams, but I really know that if I open

my mouth I'm going to lose her.

How are you going to get anywhere

with her if you don't talk?

I'll get by on my looks.

That might be all right for a starter, Jose,

but you know what you're going to have to do?

You're going to have to find some way

to communicate with her.

Well, I wrote her a letter.

Did you get an answer.

No.

I didn't mail it.

You didn't mail it?

Why not?

Well, it may sound silly, but I just

couldn't stand to have my letter in with all

those other letters, crushed in with bills and everything.

This letter is too good to mail.

Don't get so carried away.

You couldn't mail her anyway.

You don't even know her name.

You don't know her name?

Well, I know her zone number.

Who is she?

She is the baby nurse up on the 12th floor.

If you know her apartment, you could

slip the note under the door.

That's a good idea.

How are you going to write to the girl?

What are you going to say?

Dear what's your name?

No, Mr. Williams, you can't write a love letter like that.

You got to do what I said.

Dear you-know-who.

Every time I see you in my elevator I say,

but [inaudible],, Juliet is in my elevator.

You are so beautiful.

When you smile your teeth are white and shiny

like the buttons on a new elevator without the numbers.

I have never said this to another woman.

Yous truly, me.

P.S. Me is the elevator operator.

Romeo.

What do you think of my love letter?

Well, Jose.

You think is too passionate?

No.

No, that's-- that's not your problem.

There's a problem?

I'm afraid there is.

Your-- well, let's say that you just don't have

a talent for romantic phrasing.

Darling, why don't you help him out?

You know, Mr. Williams used to write

beautiful love letters to me.

OK.

Honest he did.

You know lovely things like, if the sea were a pool of ink,

and the sky were parchment, I still

could not write the full story of your grace and beauty.

Mr. Williams wrote that.

He certainly did.

Mr. Williams, maybe you could write my letter?

Oh no, Jose.

A love letter is a very personal thing.

That's something that you're going to have to do yourself.

But Mr. Williams, my heart is full of words of love,

and I want her to understand them.

Jose, if your heart is so full of words of love,

just tell them to her.

When they're in my heart they're fine.

But when they come out of my mouth even I don't understand.

No, I'm sorry.

I couldn't do it.

Mr. Williams, please, you've got to do it.

Nothing doing.

Oh, come on, Danny.

Couldn't you write this one for him?

Just to get him started?

I don't want to get involved in this thing.

Please.

No, absolutely not.

Mr. Williams, please.

He's right.

There's no reason in the world why you should have to help

out of the poor nobody like me.

Oh, all right.

Thank you very much.

All right.

Very, very much.

You're welcome.

You're a very kind and nice man.

Yes.

I'm very kind.

I'll have it for you later this afternoon.

Mr. Williams really write there about the sea being ink

and the sky a parchment of paper.

He really did.

Mr. Williams, you're lucky to have such nice thoughts.

You know what they say?

They say, when somebody has beautiful thoughts

on the inside that it shines through and makes them

all beautiful on the outside.

I guess it doesn't work all the time.

Hello, little Linda.

Your wonderful Daddy home?

Yeah, just one second.

Come on.

OK, thank you.

Daddy!

Mr. Jose's here to see you.

OK, be down in a second.

OK.

Linda?

Guess what.

What?

I'm in love.

That's nice.

You ever been in love?

No, you don't have time for it when you're in the Brownies.

That's too bad, because it's a wonderful feeling.

It is?

Oh, yes.

You just, your knees start to shake, you know?

And your heart beats fast, and you lose your appetite,

and you feel hot and cold all over all at the same time.

I felt like that once.

You did?

Yeah, when I had chicken pox.

Young lady, your mother's waiting for you.

She's double-parked.

Come on, get going.

OK.

I hope you feel better.

Thank you Linda.

What's the matter, are you sick?

Yes, Mr. Williams, I'm love sick.

I love the whole world, but I especially love you.

Oh for Pete's sake.

Mr. Williams, your letter was wonderful.

It brought such big success.

Look, she answered me.

No kidding?

Yes.

Smell.

Baby talcum.

Glad to see you got results, but I'm not surprised.

I really put it on pretty thick for you.

Mr. Williams, should I answer it right away?

Oh, certainly.

Once you get the fire lit, you know,

you got to keep fanning it.

That's what I thought too.

What are you going to write in the next letter?

I'm not going to write anything in the next letter.

You asked me to write one letter, and I did that.

But you did such a good job.

Why should I fire you?

Jose, I didn't ask to be hired, so you can't fire me.

From now on you're in business for yourself.

Mr. Williams, you gotta help me.

I even write with an accent.

I'm sorry.

If you don't help me I'll be ruined.

What do you mean ruined?

You got results. She answered you.

You're doing fine.

It's a beautiful letter, but there's something

about it that worries me. - What?

What worries you?

She said, I'm eagerly anticipating

our next encounter.

So what are you worried about?

I don't know what that means.

It means she's anxious to see you again.

That's very nice.

Now when you see her again, you'll talk to her,

and everything will be fine.

Oh no, Mr. Williams, I can't talk to her.

I can't talk to her yet.

Look, you can't expect me to keep writing love letters

for the rest of your life.

Mr. Williams, of course, I don't

expect you to keep writing love letters the rest of my life.

All right.

Just until we're married.

Jose!

Look, I'm a busy man.

I've got a script to learn.

43 pages.

I've got it commit it to memory.

Now will you please leave me alone?

I understand, Mr. Williams.

You're absolutely right.

You're absolutely right, Mr. Williams,

I'm going to leave you alone because there's no reason why

a big man like you should help out just

the poor elevator operator.

Jose, don't you understand?

I just got so much to do, and I can't get involved

in this thing with you.

I do understand, Mr. Williams, I understand perfectly.

I'm just going to have to get out of her life, that's all.

I'll just arrange it so she'll never see me again.

As a matter of fact I'll arrange it

so nobody ever sees me again.

Jose, what are you going to to?

I'm going to transport to the freight elevator.

Calm down, come back.

Who, me?

Yeah you.

Oh, boy.

How I let you do it to me every time.

All right, all right.

Mr. Williams, you don't have to do

this if you don't want to.

You mean I don't want to but I have to.

Here we go again.

Dear Miss you-know-who.

Oh, no, no.

You can use her regular name.

She signed the letter?

Your faithful passenger.

Isn't that a beautiful name?

Daddy.

DANNY: Yeah?

Do you know anything about this?

About what?

About this in my writing tablet.

Beloved, always I dream of your beautiful hair like strands

of silk over your lovely eyes which

lie like twin seas sparkling amidst the snowy fields

of your dazzling complexion.

I did that, son, that's just a rough draft

of a letter I was writing for Jose to send to his girl.

I thought it was somebody writing to me.

Now how could you ever believe anybody would write

something like that to you?

Well, I mean beautiful hair, eyes like twin seas,

dazzling complexion.

Let's face it, it fits.

[doorbell]

Answer the door.

Hi, Jose.

Hi, Rusty.

It's a happy day, Mr. Williams.

That all depends, Mr. Jose.

Gonna be a happy day for you.

It is?

Yes, you don't have to write any more love letters for me.

Then it's a happy day.

I find a different way to communicate with her.

Oh really?

I'm going to sing to her.

Oh.

You're going to sing to her?

On the tape recorder.

I thought you didn't want her to hear your accent.

Well, that's the wonderful thing.

What?

When I sing, I don't have an accent.

No kidding.

You couldn't tell me apart from Perry Cuomo.

You don't have to write any more love letters for me.

Well, that's very nice.

You just have to be my musical director.

Now Jose, I've got to learn--

Mr. Williams, it'll just take a few minutes.

I'll set it up here, I'll be out of your way in no time.

All right, Jose.

All right.

June and January.

Very lovely song.

Thank you very much.

[music - "june and january"]

[SINGING BADLY] It's June and January when you are in love.

When you are in love my dear, it's really very nice.

In June--

You-- you don't have an accent when you sing?

Isn't that marvelous?

Yes, it's certainly marvelous.

But your accent isn't what's disturbing me right now, Jose.

You see, June and January is a very delicate love song,

and it's not for amateurs to just, you know, throw away.

I don't want to insult you or anything, but a song like this

should be sung by a real singer.

You're right.

Let me see, do I know any real singers?

Let me see, I don't know Dean Martin.

I don't know Frank Sinatra.

I do know Danny Williams.

I don't know Tony Bennett.

Wait a minute, I went by somebody I knew.

Yeah, we'll just keep going because he's not home.

- Oh please, Mr. Williams. - No!

- You really got to help me. - No, I will not.

Just this one time.

Jose, I've done as much as I'm going to do for you.

That's it. That's the end.

I wrote the letters for you, and that's as far as it goes.

I've got a script to learn.

I've got no time to waste on you.

So our association has ended as of now, finished,

done, kaput, understand?

You want to think it over.

No!

You're very right, Mr. Williams,

I got to learn to stand on my own two feet.

I'm going to sing that song myself,

and I won't even ask you to accompany me on the piano.

I'm going to sing it myself.

[SINGING BADLY] It's June and January when you are in love,

when you are in love my dear.

It's really very nice.

[inaudible]

You talked me into it.

I'll sing it for you.

I'll sing a song for your girl that I used to sing to my girl.

[music playing]

[SINGING] The more I see you, the more I want you.

Somehow this feeling just grows and grows.

With every sight I become more mad about you, so lost

without you, and so it goes.

Can you imagine how much I love you?

The more I see you as years go by.

I know the only one for me, can only be you.

My arms won't free you, my heart won't try.

Jose?

Why are you crying?

I can't help it.

I sound so beautiful.

Hello, Mr. Williams.

Well, aren't we all dressed up?

So am I.

Well, what's the occasion.

Mr. Williams, I just had to tell you that your song

did a wonderful job.

It did?

Did it work?

Oh, I'll say it did.

She sent me a letter, and she said we must meet.

So tonight we must meet.

Oh.

Did you hear that, hon?

Jose is going to go out with his lady love tonight.

Oh, how wonderful.

Your first date.

But it could be our last date.

Oh, now Jose, you must think positive.

You'll have a wonderful time.

Where are you going to take her?

Well, I got to think of someplace nice.

Well, Sammy Jacobs restaurant right around the corner.

Why don't you take her there?

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

I think I got an idea.

See what you think of this.

What if I bring her here?

What if I throw you out on your ear?

I think I like my idea better.

Well, I don't.

Now look, I wrote the letters for you,

I sang the song for you.

Now if you think I'm going to let

you use our house for a lover's lane,

you got another thing coming.

Oh, Danny.

Now look, Kathy, I believe in a friendly relationship

with Latin Americans, but this has gone too far.

Honey, what harm is it if he meets

his girl in our apartment?

Mrs. Williams, please.

He's right.

There's no reason why he should do

something nice for a poor friendless foreigner like me.

You're not going to do it to me again.

Now be reasonable, Jose.

It's your first date with the girl.

Why do you want to bring her to our house?

Take her somewhere.

You can be alone with her.

Why bring you here?

I just want you to back me up when I tell her the truth.

The truth?

Yes, that it was you that wrote the letters,

and it was you that sang the song.

What do you want to tell her that for?

Well, she's such a lovely girl,

I just can't deceive her anymore.

I got to tell her the truth.

Even though I lose her.

I got to be a man.

That's why I wanted to meet her here.

He's done it to me again.

Jose, when would you like to meet her?

Would 8 o'clock tonight be all right?

8 o'clock would be perfect.

Good.

Only 6 o'clock will be better.

6 o'clock?

Why?

Because that's the time I told her to be here.

6 o'clock now.

I know.

She's going to be here in a while.

And I'm just going to stand up to her like a man.

[doorbell]

Tell her to go away.

Don't be silly, I can't tell her to go away.

Oh, come on.

Get a hold of yourself.

Well, come in, come in, my dear, so glad that you could come.

We're very happy that you discovered each other.

Well, we're just happy to be a party to this very

sweet little [inaudible].

Go ahead, Jose.

Now.

Ole.

Arriba.

Oh for heaven's sake.

Look, young lady, now you should be highly complimented.

My friend here is afraid to open his mouth in your presence.

He's afraid to talk to you.

This boy here, who had the courage

to come to our country, a stranger, a foreigner, who

fought language and custom barriers, who worked hard not

only to support himself but to send his younger

brother to college, this boy who had this courage

is frightened in your presence, afraid to speak

for fear he might lose you.

He has a little accent.

And that's disturbing him.

And, well, I wrote his letters to you, and I sang the song--

yes, please let me finish.

The words and the song were mine,

but the thought and the feeling was his.

I was only trying to project what was in his heart.

If I can read those pretty little eyes of yours,

I'm sure you would like the stop hearing it second-hand

and get it straight from him.

Arriba, kid.

I mean, tell her your name.

My name, Jose Jimenez.

And that's how I talk.

You talk better English what I am.

My name Hilda Schmetzer.

[music - "danny boy"]