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Who is it?

And what do you want?

Does a Miss Molly Walden
live here?

That's my name.

But who are you
and what's your business?

I'm from far away
with a message from your son.

A message from my son,
did you say?

What is the matter?

Is he sick or in trouble?

No, he's well, doing well,

and has sent a message for you.

Oh, I--I'm all excited.

As soon as I get this door open,

you must come in and tell me
all about my son.

John.

It is.

John!

Oh, my boy, my boy.

I didn't think
I'd ever see you again.

Oh, Mother,

my own dear mother.

Oh, my boy.

You've taken me back 20 years,

20 long years,

to when you went away.

Went away to become a lawyer.

And now you are a lawyer,

a great lawyer,

a successful lawyer,

and you've come back home
at last

to see old Mother.

Oh, my boy, you've made me...

But I'm--
I'm forgetting everything.

Come into the front room, John,

the same front room,
but with a little new furniture,

that you used to play in.

Oh, stand where you are
a moment, John.

Let me look at you.

Let me try to realize
that it is you,

grown into a great man,

a successful,
well-dressed man,

and you are still my son.

Oh, how handsome you are,

an answer
to your mother's prayer.

Oh, dear Mother.

Oh, but I am forgetting Rena.

-Rena?
-Your sister.

The little sister
you left behind

when you went away.

Oh, Rena.

Don't run away, my dear.

Come on down
and meet your brother.

It's John, dear,

he's come back home
to see us.

But--but I'm not dressed,
Mother.

Wait till I go
put some clothes on.

Well, you don't have to dress
to meet your brother.

He'll understand.

Won't you, John?

Why, of course I will, Mother.

It is midnight,
time all good people

should be dressed for bed.

Make her come on down
just as she is.

You hear him?

Your brother, dear.

He's a great man, and pretty.

Come on down,
tell him howdy,

and be sweet.

You're a pretty girl, Rena.

Thank you.

How old are you now?

22.

I was two years old
when you went away.

Ah, but isn't she sweet, Mother?

Just as sweet as sugar.

And she's a good girl too, John.

She makes your mother
very happy.

That's wonderful.

Not married?

Oh no!

Got a beau?

What's the matter, John?

Is there something wrong?

No, no, there's nothing wrong,
Mother.

I just happened
to think of something,

something I must
speak of with you

alone.

Then--then you'll excuse me.

I'll run upstairs and...

See us in the morning.

That'll be fine, dear.

Now kiss brother nighty-night.

What is it, John?

Why did you change so quickly?

Have you heard
something already?

Yes, Mother, I have
heard something already,

on the street
this afternoon.

-(unintelligible)
-That pleases me greatly.

It means that I can put my plans
into action at once.

And not waste
two or three years

trying to make a lady
out of Rena.

From what you say,
she's already one.

Now here are my plans
to put an end

to this impossible
(unintelligible) Rena.

We have got to get her
from Fayetteville

or else...

Now, my dear,

what is this terrible
something you wrote me,

I can't imagine what it is.

I've been puzzling over it.

I knew you couldn't guess
what it was, dear,

so I didn't go
into any details in the note

as it was too much
and nothing but to see you

and try to tell you
all about it would suffice,

-so here I am.
-I see.

First, did you
and your father

have any discussion
regarding me

on the street yesterday?

Well...

Yes, we did,
but I assure you that--

You don't have
to assure me anything,

Frank, dear,
just let me kiss you,

then you'll understand

that I haven't confessed
about anything.

I don't see Frank Fowler
here tonight.

I wonder what has happened.

Well, Andy,
he's with Rena Walden

over at Merle Dennis's house,

and I've got plenty of gossip
to spread.

Wait until this dance over
and that woman sings,

and I'll entertain my guests
with a story,

a story of the Walden family.

Really?

(laughing)

(applause)

You will understand, Mother,

when I explain
that for 20 years

I have been known
as John Warwick,

that it was necessary
to change my name

to escape any capable
connections with my youth.

I understand, John.

You are a great man

and you know what is best
for yourself, for me...

And for Rena.

Of course.

And that, dear,
as I overheard it last night.

I see.

I'm so sorry
they take such a view.

It seems we could all
be so much happier

if they would be just willing
to meet us halfway.

But life is like that.

If people could all see alike
and feel alike,

there'd be no politics,
no race prejudice.

How even-tempered
you are, Frank.

You have every reason to be
violently angry and swearing,

and yet you are as calm
and considerate

as a trained diplomat.

What you've told me
calls for calm deliberation

and consideration, Rena.

I love you,
you love me.

You've been kind and obedient
to your mother all your life.

You've never contraried her,
contraried me.

You've just been good and kind
and wonderful to everybody.

Now at the time
when you have every reason

to look to those you love
for happiness as your reward,

you're suddenly confronted
with a problem

you hadn't even dreamed of.

Forced to choose between

your mother and brother
on the one hand

and the man you love
on the other.

Oh, Frank,
you're wonderful,

but rest assured
that however and between whom

I'm compelled to choose,

they can never stop me
from loving you.

Fine and noble, dear.

Now, with regard
to your brother

and his whispered conversation
with your mother,

that you could not hear,

I bet you that I can guess

the import of it.

We have a surprise for you,
ladies and gentlemen,

Madam Bernadine Mason,
dramatic contralto

from Boston, is in the city
and is going to sing for you.

She will sing
Gossiping By Dawn

with Cordwin Alexander
at the piano.

Madam Mason.

(applause)

What is the robin singing

up in the old apple tree

What are
the white caps whispering

to the reckless sea

What does the shining
sun above

tell to the sky so blue

They're gossiping

They're gossiping

How I'm in love with you

What is the brook now telling

to the mossy bank so green

That tattletale
we'll call the moon

tells everything
he's seen, so...

He must first had told it

And so the story grew

And the stars set up
their gossiping

How I'm in love with you

(applause)

Now, pray tell me, Miss Rena,

what do you plan to do?

I'm going to stay right here
in Fayetteville,

marry a man
called Frank Fowler,

do anything
he wants me to do,

and love him until I die.

Fine and noble statement
from Miss Rena.

But what about Mother Walden?

She isn't ready to consent
to any such alliance,

and you know it.

Of course I know she isn't
going to give her consent,

but I'm 22

and I don't really have
to have it after all.

Is that clear to you?

I should be happy
and take you right away

to the minister
and let you prove it.

I'm ready
to go with you now

or whenever
you say the word.

No, Rena, not now.

I'm not ready yet.

You know, I wouldn't let you do
anything but what is right.

You are too good
and too true

to do anything but the finest
and most noble things.

Understand
what I want to say,

I'm sending you
to your brother,

'cause I know
that what he plans

is vain and impossible,

and will not make you
either successful or happy.

But you've got to go with him

for it to prove that way.

Do you catch my meaning?

Brothers by brothers,
with their noses in the air,

didn't speak to the slaves,
especially the dark ones.

Didn't have anything for dark
people to do.

Said they were evil.

(laughing)

My darling, how could
I have misunderstood you?

But I don't want to leave you.

What will I do
if I can't see you?

Will you come to see me?

No, no, Rena,
I couldn't do that.

But don't take me like you did.

Plenty to go through with
before this thing is over.

-But--
-Plenty.

But what will you
be doing while--

while all this is going on?

Ah, at last we've come

to what I've been
trying to explain.

I shall be very busy, Rena,
my dear, very busy.

Oh, dear,
this is so bewildering.

Tell me something,
please explain.

That I will,
my Rena, and how.

Now here's
what I've been doing.

--What happened,
and that's the story.

Now how is that for scandal
in this little old dead town?

I'll say.

--Satisfied
that she is capable

of all the responsibilities
of a lady

as an (inaudible)
into society,

and to the man
that would please me

for her to fall in love with
and marry.

Now, you see,
it's like this...

All the toil has been ours.

Some of the white people
to encourage us

have been telling us
that we have made

the most wonderful progress

of any race in the world

in the years
since we've been free.

The result
(inaudible) the years.

Permitted the grass
to grow under our feet

and wake up now
to find ourselves

almost lost in the shuffle

and holding the bag
on all sides.

Times have changed.

And it's up to
the negro race now

to individualize its efforts

by which I mean that
each and every one of us

must make a concerted drive
toward success

along the many
individual lines

that offer consequences.

He has given me some money,

the bank has loaned me
some money (inaudible).

And by the time
your brother's begun

to build you up in society
over there,

Frank Fowler hopes to be
well on his way to success

as one of the leading builders
and contractors of Fayetteville.

My Frank!

So that's my story, Rena.

By the time your brother's
conquest for you

of the other side is ended,

I hope to head a firm
that'll be laying tile

on the domes in the state
of North Carolina,

a monument to honesty
and determined effort.

And you,II succeed, dear,
I know you will.

But I don't see why I can't
stay here to help you.

I don't want to be drug away
to a (inaudible).

And another thing,
I won't be altogether happy

to leave you to the temptations
of a certain person I know.

Now, now, Rena.

Let's forget
all about my brother's plan

and find a minister
and be married tonight.

Tempting me again?

But think how much happiness
we will have had

before it's all over.

Oh, Frank.

(train whistle)

At times, most times,

you seem strange,

and I find it hard
to understand you.

I--I'm sorry.

Why?

I--I don't know.

It's just my way, I suppose.

Why, you're enchanting.

And don't you think
the music is beautiful?

Will you dance?

You're the most wonderful girl
I've ever met

and I love you.

You--you mustn't talk that way.

Why not?

You don't know
what you are saying.

I know fully

and repeat

that you're wonderful,

beautiful.

Why not?

Because I--
I don't want you to.

Oh, you're an angel.

The end of my life's dreams.

I love you.

No, no.

Why, hello, George.

Oh, hello, John.

Uh, pardon me
if I have intruded,

but you seem a bit upset.

What's the matter?

I--I really don't know.

Rena and I were dancing,

it was the first time
to hold her in my arms,

and I've loved her since
the first day I met her,

and I've intended
telling her so.

So just now as I held her close
and we danced,

I told her.

And asked her to--
to become my wife.

-And?
-She screamed out

as though frightened
and ran away.

I--I don't quite understand.

Oh, my dear fellow,

after all your experience
with the opposite sex,

you stand here
and talk like a chump.

Why, what do you mean?

Just what I say.

You not only talk like one
but you act like one.

Can't you understand that
Rena has never had a beau?

That your passion and words
all frighten her?

What did you expect
a modest, obedient,

and retiring girl
like her to do?

I am a chump and a fool.

Why, the dear old thing--

I'll speak to her myself

and everything
will be all right.

I know it, you see?

An angel from Heaven,

if there is such a thing.

And if you're sure, John,

then I'm anxious
for Rena to name

the happiest day of my life,

our wedding day.

Now, with regard
to that, George.

Have you considered
for instance, uh, your mother?

Are you sure that
she would approve of

a bride that she knows
nothing at all about?

She would never.

Now, let's sit down
and talk this thing over.

Girls like her are born,
not trained.

Her mother must have been
a wonderful woman.

Tell me all about her.

Now with regard to that,
George,

I feel that you ought to know

that my sister and I
are not of an old family,

a rich family,
or a distinguished family,

that she can bring you
nothing but herself.

We have no relatives
or connections

to whom we would be proud
to introduce you.

We are, to be brief,
new people.

But if a man is noble

and brave and strong,

and if a woman is beautiful

and good and true,

what else matters?

That makes me happy

to hear you talk
like that, George.

Oh, ancestors,

ancestors and people
to Rena.

I'll tell you
a family secret, John.

To prove how little
I care about ancestors,

my maternal
great-great-grandfather,

150 years ago,

was hanged,
drawn and quartered,

for stealing cattle
across the Scottish border.

How is that for pedigree?

Behold in me
the linear descent of a felon.

(laughing)

How's that for something,
something that was real?

That's good, George.

Many happy returns
of the day

And there isn't

much more I can say

I recall with a tear

You've been married I hear

But I still wish you love

with a heart that's sincere

I won't bring
any present to you

I gave you up

What more could I do

I'll just send a bouquet

With a card that will say

Many happy returns
of the day

Many happy returns
of the day

And there
isn't much more I can say

I recall with a tear

you've been married I hear

But I still wish you love

with a heart that's sincere

I won't bring
any present to you

I gave you up

What else could I do

I'll just send a bouquet

With a card that will say

Many happy returns

of the day

I dreamed of Mother
last night.

(unintelligible)

Terrible one
about our mother.

But chances are she's well,

happy, and care-free
as she can be.

I'd be so much happier

if I could go
to the telephone,

call her up, and find out.

Send her a teletype
to her, but I--

Oh, Rena,
don't break down like this.

I can't help it.

I'm miserable, John.

Oh, Rena, Rena,
please hush.

The servants might hear you.

I can't help if they do.

I want to see my mama.

This is the third time
I've experienced

this terrible dream.

I'm heartbroken.

Oh, Mama, Mama, please.

Rena, will you please hush?

You don't realize
what you're saying.

I'm trying to be strong, John,

it's for the best.

But Mom and I have been
amiable companions

all of my life,

and I miss her so bad, I feel--

sometimes I feel
that I'll just die.

Honestly.

I don't know what I,II do.

Why, we could call her
the nurse or the cook.

Oh, yes, the housekeeper.

Yes, bring her here,
call her what you like.

And how long would it be
before some relatives

from Fayetteville
or Sampson County

met her on the street,

wrote her a letter,

sent something to expose us all,

spread the news throughout
the whole county

that John Warwick
and his beautiful sister,

engaged to marry George Tryon,

wealthy scion of the old South,

had negro blood
in their veins.

Great heavens, woman,

do you want to lead us
to an arsenal,

set a match to it,

and then expect
to go on living?

Oh, no, no, no, John.

I would rather suffer
and die a thousand deaths

we were to build up
during all these years.

I understand now.

I must forget
about Mama, myself,

and think of you,
your career.

Oh, I'm so sorry, brother.

But from now,
I'll suffer alone.

I'll not jeopardize you.

Believe that, John.

I'll go on.

You know, I got a suspicion.

Yeah?

Yes.

Now listen.

It is a source
of constant worry for me.

I've taken an awful risk.

But thus far I feel
that I have succeeded,

that is as far as my efforts
are concerned.

I've placed you into society.

Every girl in the town
envies you.

Why, you've landed the greatest
catch in the whole--

you have everything
that the richest girls

in South Carolina
want and pray for.

Still, as I have said,

way deep down
in your heart,

you're still
passionately in love

with a coal-black negro
in North Carolina.

Honey, you (unintelligible)
this minute.

I can't understand it.

Then I,II try to explain, John.

When Judge Straight sent you
away to school as a white boy,

you were young
and unburdened,

and no environment
had settled upon you

and shaped you for another life
as it has me.

You grew up and went through
school as a white boy,

so that by the time you were
old enough to go with girls

you had forgotten
your childhood days

sufficiently
to feel at home.

It wasn't a case
of being suddenly picked up

and placed in a new
and strenuous environment,

as you have placed me.

All this frightens me.

I'm afraid to talk,
to smile, to do anything,

for fear that
I'll make a mistake

and embarrass you.

(unintelligible)
this Mr. Tryon

that you are so interested in,

I imagine he is wonderful.

But, oh, John,

I--I've never known men
like him.

I'm afraid to--
I don't know what to do

or what to say
or how to turn.

All this upsets me.

I am not vain,
but--but I find it

so--so hard to talk to him.

And then another thing.

Always while in the presence
of these people,

Mr. Tryon and all the rest,

I am constantly thinking
of who I am

and who they are

and how they would hate
and despise me

if they knew the truth,

how they would scorn
and look at me

and point their fingers at me

and call me that
unspeakable name.

John!

Oh, Rena, Rena.

There, I knew she didn't want
to leave her people.

It's that brother
who's making her do this.

The poor little--

Sister, where on Earth
are you drifting to?

God knows where, John.

I only know that
I am not a white girl,

but a negress,

and happy and sorry
as only I know what to be.

I know I could go on sharing
their joys, their sorrows,

their poverty,
their--their everything.

You're coming back
to Frank again.

Yes.

Wherever my mind wanders,

it always goes back to him,

to Frank,

to me he is manly,

so frank, so honest,
so truthful.

You are thinking of him
only as one of us.

Us?

Yes, us.

For I,II repeat,

I am one of them
and I believe in Frank.

Oh, Rena, Rena.

Oh, I just like him,
for he's truthful

and frank and honest.

And that is
what I mean about him.

He sent me here,
that is how kind he is.

For I was ready and offered
the first time in my life

to disobey Mama and marry him
in spite of her or you,

but he wouldn't let me.

He wouldn't have me.

He made me come on.

He forced me to come on
and see it through.

But why, Rena?

Because he is a man, John.

Willing to sacrifice
what is more dear to him

than his own life,
his own soul.

And that is why I love him so.

I--I hope you understand, dear.

Oh, Rena.

You're nervous and upset.

Go and lie down for a while.

I've got to go out.

Will ya?

(phone ringing)

Is it my Frank?
I knew it.

I've been expecting it for days.

Now listen, dear,

my brother and I have
just gone through

a long exchange of words

and thoughts about Mother.

I dreamed for three
consecutive nights

that she was ill
and told him

that I feared she was
not over an hour ago.

In the meantime,
how's your (unintelligible)?

(unintelligible)

I see.

Would you like
to come to the house?

You'd rather not?

Very well then.

I,II come to where you are.

Now, Frank,
if you still love Rena

as much as poor Rena loves you

and want to see her
half as bad she does you,

please don't argue about
my coming to where you are.

And here's what--
and when I get there,

I'm going on back
to Fayetteville with you

and seeing my poor sick mama.

Now here's what you do.

Send a car here
to the house to get me

and I'll meet you
in (unintelligible)

As quickly as I can get there.

Goodbye, dear,

and hold your breath

as I'm going
to try to hold mine

until I see you.

(unintelligible)

Well, she's gonna need
her sugar daddy now,

and I'm bettin, two to one
that she don't come back.

Honey, when they once
loved a spade,

ain't nobody can take 'em
away from 'em.

Mm-hm, and I bet
he's a dark one too.

(laughing)

Well, supposedly
goin' to her freedom,

'but having grand good time.

Hooray!

Hey, piano tuner,

come over,
let's have some fun.

Miss Walden's gone.

Hey hey.

(greetings)

What are you gonna
sing for us tonight?

River, Stay Away from My Door.

That's good.

You keep going your way

I'll keep going my way

River, stay away
from my door

I just got a cabin

You don't need my cabin

River, stay away
from my door

Don't come up any higher

I'm so all alone

Leave my bed and my fire

That's all I own

I ain't breaking your heart

Don't start
breaking my heart

River, stay away
from my door

Now you keep going your way

I'll keep going my way

River, stay away
from my door

Oh, I just got a cabin

You don't need my cabin

River, stay away
from my door

Don't come up any higher

I'm so all alone

Leave my bed and my fire

That's all I own

I ain't breaking your heart

Don't start
breaking my heart

River, stay away
from my door

I want my jig time

I got to have jig time

Please give me that jig time

all the rest of my days

At first you get low down

Jump up and then go 'round

Keep moving
and you slow down

As that jig time plays

And music makes you sad

Drives you wild

Makes you cry
just like a child

Right, makes you say,

"Look what you've done
to me now"

I want my jig time

Got to have my jig time

Please give me my jig time

all the rest of my days

(rhythmic tapping)

(female vocalizing)

Uh-huh!

Now, get off, man, get off.

Let go!

(cheering)

And how!

I'm all alone

Heartsick and weary

Trying my best
to be bright and cheery

You're having your fun

dragging my heart around

Keep doin' things,
try not to notice

Everyone sees,
they know who the goat is

No other one

dragging my heart around

Most of the time you treat me

like any old stranger

I won't give you up,

I'll be like a dog in a manger

I know I'm a fool
but how can you blame me

So deep in love
nothing can save me

So keep up your fun

dragging my heart around

(vocalizing)

Keep up your fun

dragging my heart around

(vocalizing)

So keep up your fun

dragging my heart around

Most of time you treat me

like any old stranger

I won't give you up,

I'll be like a dog in a manger

I know I'm a fool
but how can you blame me

(vocalizing)

Keep up your fun

dragging my heart around

(vocalizing)

Keep up your fun

dragging my heart around

Most of the time you treat me

like any old stranger

I won't give you up,

I'll be like a dog in a manger

I know I'm a fool
but how can you blame me

I'm deep in love
and nothing can save me

So keep up your fun

dragging my heart around

(rhythmic tapping)

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Goin' to town!

Yeah, baby.

Yeah.

Yes, sir!

-Thank you.
-Okay.

Frank!

Wow.

Well, that's that.

Let's get to work, folks.

Come on, let's go.

Well, so long.

-So long.
-See you.

See you, old boy.

Oh, Frank, you don't know
how I've missed you,

every day,
every hour in the day

I've thought of you,
longed for you,

cried for you.

Honestly, Frank,

I would rather suffer death
a hundred times

than to even attempt
to go on with this thing.

I'm supposed to go back,

but I'm--I've had enough.

I'm afraid I'm through.

I--I feel that I--I'm leaving

my brother's house
for good

Now listen, Rena,

I didn't want to prolong
our conversation

over the phone,
but I want you to understand

that I didn't come
to influence you.

You're not influencing me
in the least, Frank.

I'm simply tired of being
a liar and a cheat,

and I want to get away
from it for a while,

if not for all time.

I want to call
my mama and rest.

Oh, Frank,
you can't imagine

what an ordeal
I've been through.

--liar and a cheat,
that's all.

But your brother,
surely he knows best.

Yes, my brother.

He thinks he knows
what is best,

that's why I'm here,

that's why I tried
to stick it out.

But I can't--
I can't stand it much longer.

I'll break under the strain.

Something has got to happen.

Oh, merciful Father,

forgive me, forgive me.

Be calm, my dear, be calm.

I'm sure it's not as bad
as all that.

No, but come, Frank,

I must think of my mother.

She needs me.

Yes, Rena,
mother needs you.

(door slamming shut)

Drive me into
Fayetteville, dear.

When we get there,
we'll cheer Mama up,

then go straight
to a minister.

Kiss me, Frank.

Don't awaken me till we reach
Fayetteville, dear.