All language subtitles for The.Sisters.1938.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.GG - YTS.BZ]

The store's closed
for the night.

We'll be open again at
7 o'clock in the morning.

Just seems like we
can't ever go any place

without that bell
ringing. Hurry up, Ned.

Or we'll never get
to this ball tonight.

Dad-burned, ornery, pigheaded.

Get in there, you!

Rose, will you tackle
this blamed thing for me?

Oh, I know. Let me do it.

Anyone would think that you'd
never fastened a collar before.

Didn't you tell 'em
the shop was closed?

Why don't they get
sick in the daytime?

Daddy, the
night bell is ringing.

- I'm deaf!
- There.

Now help me with my dress, dear.

Mom, I'm stuck!

Oh, dear, there's Helen again.

Never mind. Coming, dear.

Where the Sam Hill
did you hide that tie?

Cornsarn pig eye!

A man never has any
peace in this business.

I'm closed,
dad-burnit! Get your...

Oh! I might have
known it was you.

Now, don't get
on your high horse

you confounded old pill-peddler.

The Lester kid's got diphtheria.

I want you to fix
me up a little dope.

Why in blazes don't
you go somewheres else?

- I'll be right down.
- Ned? Ned!

- Where are you going?
- Doc Moore again.

Oh, will you tell that old
reprobate to go some place else?

- We're late as it is.
- Lester kid's got diphtheria.

Father. Mother, I
can't find my silk stocking.

- Coming, Helen.
- Sorry to disturb you, Ned.

Yeah, you're a
pesky nuisance, doc.

Seems like the only
time you want anything

is when I'm in bed or going out.

- Give me the prescription.
- All right. There you are.

Going to the
election ball, ain't you?

Yeah, if there ain't an
epidemic or something.

Well, I don't want
to discourage you,

but your fellow Roosevelt
hasn't got a chance.

Roosevelt is practically in now.

- Yes, he is.
- Ned? Ned?

- Good evening, Mrs. Elliott.
- Oh, good evening, doctor.

Ned, don't you dare
start talking politics now.

- Mother, I'm all caught.
- Oh. Coming, coming.

Helen, please stand still.
You're squirming like an eel.

- Stop pulling my hair, clumsy!
- Well...

How else can I get the
hooks out of you? Just--

Girls, girls, stop quarreling.

But if she'd only
stand still, mother.

- She's pulling my hair.
- Now keep quiet.

If you'd only be a
little more careful

instead of tearing
around like a little wild cat.

- There. Never mind, hurry.
- Thank you, mother darling.

- I'm ready, mother.
- Oh, well, thank goodness.

There's one member in this
family that I can depend on.

Here, dear. Hook me up. Your
father's filling a prescription

for Dr. Moore. I do hope
he doesn't keep Tom waiting.

It'll do him good, the
old stick in the mud.

Don't you dare call Tom
names. He's the nicest person--

Someone would
think that he wanted to

marry you instead of Louise.

- Well, I'll have you underst--
- Girls, please.

Helen, go and see
if Louise is ready.

All right.

Mother, I wish you'd tell
Helen not to be so disrespectful.

Oh, she doesn't mean to
be, dear. She's just impetuous.

Louise, may I come in?

Yes, come in.

Mother sent me to
see if you were ready.

Just about. My! You
look beautiful, Helen.

Think so?

I'm sure you'll be
the belle of the ball.

Oh, Louise, may I borrow
this for the night, please?

- Why, certainly.
- Who knows?

Maybe I'll meet a
dark young man there

who'll say to me,
"Darling, I love you."

And I'll say, "Oh, Rudolph,
you must forget me

"because my family
will never allow me

to marry a penniless artist."

You've been reading
French novels again.

Hm. They are
lovely and exciting.

Gee, those are
pretty. Tom send it?

- Yes.
- When are you gonna get married?

- He hasn't asked me yet.
- Oh, I wish he'd hurry up.

Well, not that I want you
to leave, but the sooner

you get married, well, the
sooner one of us can have

your room. I'm getting so
tired of sleeping with Grace.

Sorry, but Tom can't be rushed.

Louise, may I use
some of your powder?

Oh, girls your age aren't
supposed to use powder.

- Louise!
- Yes, mother.

Powder properly
used hardly shows.

- Louise, are you ready?
- Yes, I am.

Oh, dear, I don't know
what to do about your father.

He's still down there
with old Dr. Moore.

Ned, Ned Elliott, you come
up here and finish dressing

or I'll have a tantrum fit!

I'm coming, Rose.

No more time for
you, you old windbag.

Here's your bell's
water. Get going.

I can't see all this
fuss about Roosevelt.

Now, there's a big
windbag if you like.

Ah, you reactionaries
haven't any faith in him.

If only you'd use your heads

you'd know that
times are changing.

Well, what's good enough for
our father is good enough for me.

- They helped build the country.
- Now, why didn't they finish it?

I'll sing along with
the San Patters.

You'll sing alone. Now,
don't bother me again.

Wow!

Here comes Tom!
And there you are.

I told you times were changing.
Goodnight. I'm in a hurry.

You're getting turgidity
in your old age, ain't you?

Tom is coming! I can hear him!

Father, mother, Louise,
Helen, Tom is coming!

Don't you hear him? There he is!

Tom! Tom, up,
we're up here! Tom!

It's his new automobile. It's...

- Let me see, too!
- Stop pushing.

- Land sakes!
- Doesn't seem possible.

You think he can stop it?

- Nice work, Tom.
- It's wonderful, Tom.

- Howdy, folks.
- Hello, Tom!

I'll go let him in. I-if
you don't mind, Louise.

- Not at all.
- Mother, look at Helen.

She's all over powder.
Now, what will Tom say?

Who cares what he
says, the old moth-bag?

Don't you dare
talk like that, Helen.

Grace, run along.
Tom's waiting for you.

- Yes, mother.
- Helen, you are impertinent.

Tom's not only the banker's son,
he's your future brother-in-law.

- I don't care he's-- All right.
- Come along, Helen.

But I don't see why Grace
can't mind her own business.

Helen! Ned, aren't
you ready yet?

Grace shouldn't talk
to Helen like that.

You're always sticking
up for Helen. If Grace...

Ned Elliott, if you
don't put this coat on

this minute, we'll
never get there.

All right. Now don't
rush me, don't rush me.

It's a good thing
they elect a president

only once every four years.

And when I go to New York
to become a famous dancer

I bet nobody will dare tell me
how much powder to use then.

You'll know better
than to use too much.

And I don't see why you wanna
marry that stock-dope anyway.

Tom Knivel is a nice young man.

The girl who marries him
will be a very lucky person.

- Good evening, Ms. Elliott.
- Good evening.

Louise, may I have
the first dance?

Of course, if you dance
your second with Grace.

It's a pleasure.

Hello, Louise.

Will you give me
the last dance, Helen?

Oh, of course, if you dance

the next to the
last one with Grace.

- Oh, with pleasure. Grace.
- Yes.

May I have the next
to the last dance?

- Certainly.
- Thank you.

Rose, dear, I must say,

your girls are the most
popular in Silver Bow.

The whole town will turn
out when Tom marries Louise.

- When's it gonna be?
- "When's it gonna be?"

He ain't asked her yet.

♪ Da-da di-da di-da
di di-di-da... ♪♪

- Ned, stop this.
- Oh.

- Quite a crowd, isn't it?
- Yes.

- It's fun dancing, isn't it?
- Huh?

I said, it's fun
dancing, isn't it?

Oh, yes, yes, it sure is.

Stella! Hello, Stella, dear.

Oh, hello, Helen. I
have a message for you.

- Oh. From whom?
- You know very well from whom.

My father wanted you
to save him a dance.

Oh, I'm so sorry,
they're all gone.

- Where is he?
- He's gone to the prize fight.

How exciting! I hope
I can go someday.

Oh, Helen, how horrible.
Ladies don't go to prize fights.

Oh, but I'm no lady.
I'm Helen Elliott.

Attention, please.

The first returns have
started to come in.

Alabama, Parker, 1208.

Roosevelt, 29. Idaho.

- Thank you, dear.
- Parker, 18,480.

Roosevelt, 47,708.

Illinois, Parker

327,706.

Roosevelt, 632, 6...

Who's the man with Sam Johnson?

I don't know. I've
never seen him before.

- Excuse me.
- 8314.

- Tom, do you...
- Georgia, Parker, 834...

There they are, the
elite of Silver Bow

gathered to dance
in a new president.

- Hm, nice people.
- Best in the world.

Yes, maybe I'd think
so, too, if I had a drink.

- Pardon? Ah.
- Oh, nothing, nothing.

- Good evening, Mr. Johnson.
- Hello, Helen.

- How pretty you look.
- Oh, do you like it?

I'm almost sorry I
went to the prize fight.

- Did Stella give you my message?
- Yes, but you were too late.

I couldn't save
you a single dance.

Oh, I'm quite sure
I can persuade

one of the youngsters
to share one with me.

Oh,
sorry. Frank Medlin.

- Ms. Helen Elliott.
- How do you do?

He's a newspaperman
from San Francisco

and he likes prize
fights better than dances

and he likes a good drink
better than pretty young girls.

He's a dangerous man.
So look out for him.

How exciting!

Are you here for any
reason, Mr. Medlin?

Do you always need a
reason for something you do?

You've got her there, Medlin.

This young one doesn't
know the meaning of the word.

The total so far show
a slight majority for Roosevelt.

We will give you the next
batch just as soon as it comes in.

Now, ladies and
gentlemen, if you will

please take your partners
for the square dance.

They're gonna start
the square dance.

Let's steal this one.
Excuse me, Medlin.

Sure, go right ahead.
I'll wander around.

Maybe I can fix
you a dance or two.

Thanks. I don't dance.

Everybody get your
partners for the square dance.

Get your partners.

All right, get around
into different positions.

One more couple
right over there.

Another couple right down
at the other end of the hall.

All right. Salute your
partners all the way.

All the way, join
hands, circle left.

First and opposite forward,
then go see, go to the right.

First and opposite couple
forward, and swing to the right.

First and opposite couple
forward, and swing to the left.

To the right.

First and opposite
couple forward

and go see, go to the right.

Second and first couple forward

and go see, go to the left.

Second and opposite couple
forward and swing to the right.

Excuse me, miss, uh,
whatever your name is.

I lied to you just
now. I love to dance.

And I also had a very important
reason for coming here.

And I thought it was
just to see the sights.

Right. The most beautiful
sight I ever saw in my life.

Look, the one with
the boy who looks like

he ate all the spinach.

You sure dance
elegantly, Louise.

- Thank you, Tom.
- Maybe this isn't the place.

- Louise, this man...
- Listen, old man.

You're a decent, honest
respectable citizen

with a heart of gold,
well, I'm a lost soul

who'll soon be vanishing
into the wilderness.

Give me one bright
memory to carry off.

I knew you would.

- Who's that man?
- Frank Medlin.

Your sister's very beautiful.

- Yes, I know.
- But you're more beautiful.

Mind you, I've seen plenty of

beautiful women
all over the world.

The most beautiful ones
are the Turkish women.

They've got their faces covered,
so you can use your imagination.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

Why, you don't right now
because you're a little bewildered.

Let's go somewhere where
I can explain what I mean.

I don't think I should.

Oh, please. I'm
quite harmless, really.

Yes, I think you are.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

And champagne coda la
rouge for mademoiselle.

I offer a toast to Silver Bow

for harboring
unsuspected beauty.

Oh, what on Earth's that?

- Fruit punch.
- Fruit punch? Awful stuff!

You'd like it better if it
were actually champagne?

I'd like it better if it
were straight bourbon.

However, since we can't
have either, let's sit down

and go back to Turkish
women and imagination.

Do you know I imagined a
face like yours behind every veil?

- Did you?
- Mm-hmm.

Would you like to
hear the story of my life?

- No.
- No?

But it's exciting, hasn't
got any point to it,

but it might serve
as a warning for you.

- Why should you warn me?
- That's a good question.

Perhaps I'm developing
a sense of responsibility.

Perhaps you're
too lazy for that.

You should try watching
the bees sometime.

The bees? Oh, no,
horrible little brutes.

Crawling all over each
other doing the same thing

over and over again. Not me.

I like change, variety,
new places, new things.

- What are you looking for?
- I don't know.

Something I haven't seen yet.

- Something in particular?
- No, no, anything.

There's always something
new just over the horizon.

And probably when I find
it, I'll take a running jump

at the sun and end
up with a broken neck.

May I give you a
paradox, Ms. Elliott?

You have a very
exciting serenity.

I have Silver Bow.

You have places to
go and things to see.

Ladies and gentlemen, we
have just received more returns.

With half of the country
still to be heard from

it can safely be said
that Theodore Roosevelt

will be President
of United States

for the next four years!

Grace, there she comes now.

- Grace, come here.
- I'm coming, I'm coming.

Oh. She'll catch it from
father, you wait and see.

Look, he's holding her arm.

Roosevelt's doing
it in government,

this fellow Theodore
Dreiser's doing it

in literature.
America's growing up.

My book's gonna tell
about the growing pains.

It sounds terribly exciting.
How far have you gotten?

Oh, well, I haven't started yet.

You know, you just can't
plunge into a thing like that.

You gotta think
about it a long time.

Oh, I see. Well, here we are.

It's been very interesting
talking with you, mister...

Why, I don't even
know your name.

Medlin. Frank Medlin.

What's yours besides Elliott?

Louise. Louise Elliott.

- Goodnight, Mr. Medlin.
- Goodnight, Ms. Elliott.

You know, you've done a
very terrible thing to me.

I was quite happy with
that unwritten novel of mine.

It gave me a sense of
importance thinking about it

when I had nothing better to do.

Didn't you ever
intend to write it?

Oh, sure, when I had
the time and the money.

Now, perhaps, if I had
someone to talk with about it.

Oh, I'd love to talk
with you, if it will help.

It would.

Oh, but I've got to go back
to San Francisco tomorrow.

I'll send 'em a wire and
tell 'em I'll be a week late.

- Tomorrow night?
- Yes.

Would you come to dinner?
I'd like you to meet my family.

Oh, no, thanks very much. I...

- I'm not good at family dinners.
- Please.

Spend every evening
with me this week

and I'll come to
dinner the night I leave.

- Will you start your book?
- Absolutely.

- Then it's agreed.
- Great.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Louise.

Oh, it's wonderful!

- Helen! Helen, come to bed!
- Don't be silly.

- Louise, is that you?
- Yes, mother.

Your father
and I wanna talk to you.

Yes, mother.

Louise, do you
realize what time it is?

And what do you
mean by deserting Tom?

Don't worry, dear. I'll tell
you all about it in the morning.

Goodnight, dears.

- Why!
- She's quite right.

It'll keep till morning.
Goodnight, darling.

Well, you ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

Here your daughter stays
out practically all night

with a man she's
never seen before

and you say, "It'll
keep until morning."

Rose, are you
trying to insinuate

that Louise done
something indecent?

Goodness, no!

Then go to sleep.

Well, you needn't be
sarcastic about it, Ned.

Not at this time of the night.

- Louise, Louise.
- Helen, why aren't you asleep?

- Do you realize what time it is?
- Louise, please.

Tell me what happened.
Was it very exciting?

- Do you love him very much?
- Helen, what ideas you have!

Did he kiss you? Oh,
but of course, he did.

Of course, he didn't. I
only met him tonight.

What difference does that
make? Grace, Grace, wake up.

Louise is in love! This
is no time to sleep.

Helen, you oughta be ashamed
of yourself. You're the limit.

I can see it in her
eyes. Can't you?

I wish I could fall in love.

What does it feel like?
Is it all in the heart?

Don't be such a chatterbox.
Do you realize how late it is?

- Don't care. Louise is in love.
- Helen, don't be silly.

You do act very strange, Louise.

It's love, I tell you.

Perhaps it is. I don't know.

I know he hasn't
the kind of ambition

we're brought up
to expect in a man.

I know he's
irresponsible and restless.

Oh, but he makes me feel alive,

as if I were born for something
else beside marrying Tom Knivel

and, and gradually
dying in Silver Bow.

- I know just how you feel.
- I don't.

I don't understand it at all.

I can't think of anything nicer

than, than living in Silver Bow.

I'll scratch that man's eyes out

if he makes you
do anything foolish.

Why, Grace.

Oh, you darling.

Quiet, children! You're
keeping your father awake.

Oh, dear. Goodnight.

Remember, not a word.

- Not a word.
- Don't worry.

There's enough salt. Now
let's see about the turkey.

Oh, dear! In a few more
minutes it'll be burnt to a crisp.

Louise, did you tell him...

- My watermelon rind.
- Mother, please.

I should say not,
that's my last jar.

- I'm saving it for Christmas.
- But it's the best in the world.

He's never tasted
anything so good.

- Well... Oh, well.
- Please, dear.

But I must say, I've
never seen you girls

make such a fuss
over anyone before.

If he doesn't come
soon, dinner will be spoilt.

Something must've delayed him.

I told him we always ate

at one o'clock sharp on Sunday.

I do hope nothing's
happened to him.

You can't tell me
she isn't in love.

- You're crazy.
- Louise. Louise.

Where's this young man of yours?

Gee, Willigans. I'm hungry.

I was just telling Louise
dinner can't wait much longer.

He'll be along any minute.

Unless, unless
something's happened.

Do you suppose that I'd better--

- There he is.
- Hm. About time, too.

- Hello, Louise.
- Frank, you're late.

Yes, I know. I'm sorry. I
just had to stop for a drink.

- Frank.
- Oh, just the one.

Just to give me courage.
I'm scared to death.

Well, for pity sakes, don't
tell mother what kept you.

And if father offers you a
drink, don't you dare accept it.

Oh, no, no. No, I'll try not to.

- I'm still scared.
- Oh, silly, come along.

I understand you're from
San Francisco, Mr. Medlin.

What? Oh, yes.
I'm leaving tonight.

- On the 12:55.
- What?

Mother asked if you are
from San Francisco, Frank.

Oh, I see.

Girls, I guess
you better get the turkey now.

Yes, mother.

I think prize fighting's very
cruel, don't you, Mr. Medlin?

Oh, brutal, brutal.

I shouldn't think
a man would want

to earn his living
writing about it.

Oh, I shall...

You mustn't
mind mother, Mr. Medlin.

She really doesn't
mean half she says.

Oh, I see. Uh, well, of course.

I-I just earn a living at it

for the moment,
that's all, you see?

I suppose there are any amount
of theaters in San Francisco.

Oh, yes, any amount.

I've been taking dancing lessons

from Madam Elise Murphy.

Someday I hope to go
to San Francisco to dance.

First it's New York and
then it's San Francisco.

Really, Helen, you'd
better make up your mind.

Well, I decided on San Francisco

because Louise will
be living there and...

Helen!

What makes you think Louise
is going to be living there?

Louise, is there something
your father and I ought to know?

Oh, mother, I can't
imagine why Helen said that.

Ned, will you please
ask your daughter

to explain what she means?

Huh? Oh, uh,
Helen, uh, you just...

I-I think Ms. Helen means
that she'll come and stay

with Louise and me
when we're married.

- Well, of all...
- What?

Frank, you haven't
proposed to me yet.

No. Will you marry me, Louise?

Our daughter is going to marry
a fine upstanding young man.

A splendid match. Why,
it's absolutely ridiculous.

Well, of course it's ridiculous,
no man in his right senses

ought to be willing to give
up his freedom for a woman.

- But I'm in love.
- Young man, you can't--

Yes, you can. You
can do anything you want.

I'll have you
understand, young man

that our daughter
is going to marry...

Grace, I don't
like the way he talks.

Goodbye, Louise. It was all
very beautiful and very helpless.

But I do love you,
and I always will.

Frank, I can't have
you running off like this.

But it's helpless, Louise.
I've got no right to love you.

It's not fair.

But I love you, Frank.

You say that so simply,
without emotion, without heroics

as though it were
just a plain simple fact.

Louise, if you really love me

come with me to
San Francisco tonight.

- Don't spoil it, Frank.
- I'll have the minister.

The license, everything ready
by the time the train goes out.

We'll be married. Will you?

- Yes.
- Tell your family.

I'd rather not.

I'll need all the courage
I have to marry you.

Louise! Louise!

Weren't you even
gonna say goodbye?

I didn't wanna wake you. And
it's hard enough to go as it is.

Oh, I think it's
wonderful to elope.

Louise, you mustn't do
anything you'll regret later.

It's a very serious
step to get married

and live with a man
thousands of miles away.

- I know, dear.
- Why, Louise.

It may be years before
we'll see you again.

You'll come out to
see me, it's not so far.

- Me, too.
- Of course, dear.

We've always been together.

It's gonna seem so
strange without you.

We'll still be together.

You better go up to bed now.
Frank's waiting. I must hurry.

Remember, be good
to mother and dad.

We will.

Oh, dear, I hope
you'll be happy.

Of course, she'll be
happy, darling. Uh...

You'll write often
enough. Promise?

- I promise. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye. Now go on.

Don't forget. If you ever
need me, I'll come running.

Yes.

Do you think your wife
would want a extra blanket, sir?

Yes, I think she might.
Put one there, will you?

- Right away, sir.
- Wife?

- It sounds so strange.
- I love the sound of it.

Do you?

♪ He's me pal he's me pal ♪

♪ There ain't nobody
else I can see ♪

♪ I know he's dead tough
but his love ain't no bluff ♪

♪ He'd share his
last dollar with me ♪

♪ I'd rather have him
with his 15 a week ♪

♪ Than be some
old millionaire's gal ♪

♪ He's the best ever was ♪

♪ And I love him because ♪

♪ He's me pal he's me pal ♪♪

Dearie, I hate to bother you,

but I wonder if you could
spare me a little butter.

I've been called to Oakland
to see my sick mother.

I wanna leave my husband
a tray of food, I discovered

I ain't got a speck of
butter in the icebox.

Why, yes, that's
perfectly all right.

- Come in, won't you?
- Thanks, dearie.

My! You do keep your
place neat and dainty.

You ought to see
mine. It's a sight.

But I'm just tore between
so many responsibilities

if it ain't my sick
mother, it's my husband.

Well, that's too bad.
I'll get you the butter.

I hope you'll excuse my
breaking in on you like this.

Mrs. Medlin, I've been meaning
to come over and introduce

myself ever since you moved
in, but I'm always absolutely

ferrying back and forth the band

and, well, I haven't
had the time.

It's quite all right,
a sick mother

is a great responsibility.

Particularly my ma.

She runs a boarding
house for theatricals.

Them gals just about drive her

loony with their goings on.

You know, I studied
for the stage once

but I haven't got
the strength really.

Mm! My,
your food smells good.

I always say the way to a man's
heart is through his stomach.

Oh, thanks.

I tell Oscar, he's my husband,

my cooking's wasted
on him on account of

he ain't got no heart anyhow.

Drudge, it's what
he is. A drudge.

Don't think of
nothing but his work.

What does he do?

Oh, he's the bouncer over

at Colombo's Divin' Bell.

- A bouncer?
- Oh, sure. You know.

When one of the sports
gets French and giggle water

and starts hanging
dead soldiers on the wall

my Oscar, he gives
them the one, two, there!

- Oh, I see.
- Well, I gotta be going.

I'll be running into
Oscar. Thanks again.

Oscar wouldn't harm
a fly, but somehow

even mentioning poor ma
just rouses the beast in him.

Oh, uh, being your
neighbor, I cannot but notice

your husband works nights a lot.

Oh, yes, he's a newspaperman.

He has to cover a
story whenever it breaks.

Oh, ain't that exciting,
a newspaperman

right across the hall.

Well, thanks for the butter.

And don't take
any wooden nickels.

- Goodbye, dearie.
- Goodbye.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Hiya, darling?
- Hello.

- Dinner almost ready?
- Almost.

Good. I couldn't wait
to get home. I'm starving.

Anything exciting happen today?

Yes, I got a letter from Helen.

It's seems that Grace
has been devoting herself

to curing Tom
Knivel's broken heart.

And she's doing such a good job,

that the whole family is waiting

breathlessly for him to propose.

Well, at least she won't
have to live on $25 a week.

Well, we are
managing, aren't we?

Why, you are, I'm jealous

of anyone who has
more than you have.

I have you. I only want you.

If that's all I
get, it's enough.

You know, Louise, you're
not from Silver Bow.

You're from the Earth,
the deep rich Earth

that brings its own
sweetness with it.

I manage it from my
heart, not my head.

Your head would
have said no, would it?

Then off with my head.

Oh, let's wait
till after dinner.

Oh, dear!

Close the window, it's freezing.

The place still smells of that
woman across the hall, darling.

She may be cheap and
loud, but she's friendly.

Yes, a bit too
friendly, I think.

I don't think you ought
to let her get into the habit

of dropping in
on you all the time.

It's nice to have someone
drop in once in a while.

Do you realize she's
the first person I've met

in the months I've
been in San Francisco?

No, I hadn't thought of that.

Yes, we've got to go out more.

Hey, how about tonight?

You're working on
your book tonight.

Oh, but I've been
working on my book

every free night
we've had this week.

You'll keep right on, nd
I'll be more than repaid

for a little unimportant
loneliness when people

point me out as the wife of
Frank Medlin, the famous author.

You know, a man
can't keep his nose

on the grindstone all the time.

You look just like a
baby when you pout.

Pout? What do you mean
pout? I wasn't pouting.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yes, it certainly is.

- Ah!
- Oh!

- That's a blow-out.
- Oh, that's too bad.

Well, I suppose we'll
have to change it.

Grace, hand me that pump
out of that basket there, will you?

Oh, yes, Tom.

Well, we didn't have
much luck, did we?

- Such a nice day too.
- Don't worry.

We'll have a lot
of fun fixing it.

Yes, a lot of fun.

There. It
was fun, wasn't it?

Yeah, sure it was.

Here, here. None of that.

Why, I like to
help. Really, I do.

Well, this is man's work.
You'll spoil your dress.

I don't mind.

- Let's do it together.
- All right.

Grace, there's been something

I've been wanting to
ask you for a long time.

Yes, Tom?

Will you marry me?

- Yes, Tom.
- That's fine.

Good morning, Ms. Elliott.

Good morning. Is Ms. Stella in?

- She'll be back in a while.
- Oh, I think I'll wait.

- Shall I tell Mr. Johnson?
- Well, no, thank you.

I imagine he's
busy. I'll just wait.

Yes, Ms. Elliott.

I don't see why you
don't sell. Prices are high.

Now $11 million swings the deal.

If you gentlemen wait
to a sell stock, of course,

that's your business, not
mine, but you've got to make up

your minds fast
because I'm leaving

for New York in about ten days

and then to Europe for a while.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Mr. Johnson.

I'll see you gentlemen
in the office tomorrow.

Goodbye.

Well, Helen. This is a surprise.

- Did you come to see Stella?
- Yes, but she isn't home.

What's the matter, girl?
You look down in the mouth.

- What's up?
- Oh, nothing.

Come on, spill it. You
know I'll help if I can.

Grace is gonna marry Tom Knivel.

Well, that's a good
match for Grace.

That isn't what's making
you unhappy, is it?

Oh, no, I wouldn't marry Tom

if he were the last
man in the world.

Well, what's upsetting
you? Oh, come on.

Sit down and tell
me all about it.

If I can be of any help,
I'd be only too happy.

Now, what is it, Helen?

Well, when Grace is married,
I'll be the only one left

and mother'll watch me
even closer than she does now.

Why, she'll never let me go to
New York or even San Francisco.

And I'm getting so tired
of living over a drugstore.

You're so beautiful, Helen.

I don't believe I ever saw
anyone as pretty as you.

Oh, Sam, you're so funny.

- So cute and funny.
- Ha-ha.

Yes. I guess that's the
way you feel about me.

Oh, Sam, I'm sorry. I-I
wouldn't hurt you for the world.

I admit I'm old enough to
be your father, but listen, girlie

I've been thinking
about you for a long time.

Marry me, and you can
have anything you want.

- But, Sam, I don't love you.
- Oh, I know you don't.

But marry me and
I'll play fair with you.

I'll even promise
not to be a jailer

if that's what
you're thinking of.

But, Sam, I-I
couldn't marry you.

Why, Stella and
everyone would think that

I was marrying
you for your money.

I don't care what people think.

I've always made my own way

and I'm not gonna have anybody

dictating to me now.

And you'll take me to New York?

New York? Any place
in the world you wish.

All right.

- I'll marry you, Sam.
- Oh, Helen.

- Father!
- Oh. Stella.

Helen has just consented
to become my wife.

She finally landed you.

You oughta be ashamed
of yourself marrying a man

old enough to be your father
and marrying him for his money.

- Stella, how dare you!
- Gee!

No, Sam. No.

Sam...

Well, I can't blame Stella.

But I must make her realize

that I am not marrying
Sam for his money.

Then why are you marring
him? You don't love him.

I know that he'll always
take care of me and I...

I'm afraid of being unhappy.

Unhappiness ain't so bad.

Kinda makes
happiness all the keener.

Louise could tell you that.

But then you ain't Louise,
and you ain't Grace neither.

I'm afraid you ain't
got much heart, honey.

But, father, I don't
ever wanna hurt anyone.

You won't deliberately.

And when you do, you
will always be forgiven.

Now, Rose, what do you say?

What's the use of
my saying anything?

Helen listens to you, not me.

She might as well marry Sam.

He'll give her the
excitement she wants.

Oh, mother, you're a
peach. And so are you, daddy.

Ah, my beard's too
tough. Run along.

- I got things to do.
- Goodbye.

Now, Rose, that's the last one.

It'll seem rather quiet
with all the girls away.

Well, I've got to get upstairs.

Anyway, I think Sam will
make a better husband

than that reporter made Louise.

Huh? Oh, yeah.

Hi.

Frank.

What happened?

- What?
- Frank, you're...

Frank, you're drunk.

Drunk? I certainly am.

Disgraceful, isn't it?

Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Absolutely disgraceful.

You know what happened
to me? A very funny thing.

I was asleep in a nice
comfortable gutter.

I mean, there were
no rents to pay,

no novels to write, no nothing.

But all of sudden I remembered

that I was a man
of responsibilities.

A man of
responsibilities. That's me.

Well, what's the matter?

Oh, yes, of course. Wet feet.

- Mustn't get the floor wet.
- Let me do it.

Mustn't mess up
the nice, clean house.

Fine husband. Hah!

You know, I'm the
kind of husband

that makes everybody
feel sorry for his wife.

Oh, I know. I know.

You know, sometimes a man
goes from wanting too much

to wanting nothing.

You ought to do it gradually
or it gets all mixed up.

Don't touch me! I
don't want any help.

I don't want any
help from anyone.

One, two, three -

- Well, if it ain't Mr. Medlin.
- Hiya, Frank.

- Where'd you get that pippin?
- Who's the lady friend, pal?

Friends of yours, dear?

- It's exciting, isn't it?
- Exciting?

I'll bet you a quarter
you're sorry you came.

- It's a bet.
- So I say to him...

- You can't do that to me, baby.
- Excuse me.

Just because you
drove a automobile

to tell money don't mean...

Why, Frank Medlin!
How are you, dearie?

Why, it's just
been ages since...

Imagine a sportswriter putting
on airs with me just because h--

Button your lip,
Annie. You're drooling.

So anyhow, I says to him...

Tim, I don't think you know
my wife, do you? Darling.

This is Tim Hazelton, one
of the best sportswriters

in the country and
an old pal of mine.

Frank's told me
so much about you.

How are you?

Ladies and gentlemen,
the main bout tonight

will be between

the Terror of the
Tenderloins, Kid Rose!

And that bad boy of the
South the Memphis Kid!

Hey, you big ox,
wait till the Kid

hangs one on that beak of yours.

Go to your corner, when
you hear the bell you

come out fighting. May
the best man win. Go on.

- Will you have a swig, dearie?
- No, thank you.

You shouldn't be
here, Mrs. Medlin.

Oh, it's very interesting.

I couldn't do a
thing with her, Tim.

One, two, three

four, five, six...

That Kid Rose has
certainly got a nice left.

The Memphis Kid can
take it, he'll be in there

when Ross has worn
himself out throwing punches.

No, he looks too green to me.

- Have a drink.
- Thanks.

Oh, sorry, darling. I forgot.

I came home boiled
about a month ago

and I've been laying
off that stuff since then.

A prize fight's hard to
figure out, Mrs. Medlin.

A boy can be in there
taking an awful beating

but if he stays in
there and keeps trying

he'll have the crowd with
him whether he wins or not.

- My boy will win.
- Yes.

- If you keep your eye on him.
- I'm doing that.

Of course, you two wouldn't
be talking about me, would you?

Well, I love you,
darling, even if you don't

trust me out of your sight.

Blood, he's drew blood!

Hey, you big mushroom,
can't you hit back?

Go right in! Right!

Come on! Come on!

One, two, three...

He really caught him that time.
Oh, darling, what's the matter?

Oh, it's nothing. Don't mind me.

You're as white as a
sheep. You'd better let me--

No, I'm all right. I... I...

I guess the little lady
has a weak stomach.

- She can't stand it.
- Oh, keep quiet.

I told you to button your lip.

- Ah.
- Sit down.

- I'm sorry, dear.
- Oh, darling.

You haven't got
anything to be sorry about.

You sit down there and I'll
get you something to drink.

You're so sweet, Frank.

Please go back in there
and take care of your job.

I was afraid you'd get sick.

Here, drink this and
I'll take you home.

Hm. No. Go back in
there. I'll get home alone.

- Oh, no, darling. I can't--
- Please, Frank.

I want you to go in there
and write the best fight story

you've ever
written in your life.

Something people
will talk about.

We can't take any chances now.

Chances? What's all
the emergency about?

I'm going to have a baby.

What?

I wanted to tell you a month ago

that night you came home drunk.

But I decided to
wait for a better time.

You're going to have a...

- Louise, darling.
- Don't "darling" me.

Be a good reporter,
write a good novel.

But it's incredible!

- It's a miracle!
- You take care of your job.

I'll take care of your
miracle. Go ahead.

What? Me go back in there
with all those palookas?

Me? I'm gonna be a
father! Holy smoke!

I don't feel very well,
and I want to go home.

But I won't go home
until you go back in there.

All right, darling. I'll go
immediately. I'll go abs...

- But I'll-- Oh, all right.
- Don't you dare.

Tim. Tim.

- I'm gonna have a baby.
- Come on!

- Murder him! Finish him up!
- Tim, listen.

- Murder him!
- Listen, I'm gonna have a baby.

Well, can't you wait
till the fight's over?

Come on, get him! Now
the uppercut. Uppercut!

Perhaps too much strain,
both physical and mental.

Too many emotional upsets.
There are many contributing factors.

- But is she gonna be all right?
- Certainly.

- And the baby?
- I am afraid, Mr. Medlin.

- There isn't a chance.
- You mean she's gonna lose it?

But she mustn't lose that baby.

Isn't there something
you can do?

I'm sorry.

Doctor...

Who won the fight, dear?

- Darling.
- Who won the fight?

Memphis Kid.

- I shouldn't have taken--
- I owe you a quarter.

- What for?
- Remember?

I bet you a quarter I wouldn't
be sorry I went to the fight.

Darling.

No one's to blame, dear.

People can't love each
other as much as we do...

without paying for it somehow.

Darling, you're, you're crying.

Silly, isn't it?

There's nothing to cry about.

We have too much as it is...

to cry about something
that might have been.

Tom. Oh.

What are you crying for?

I was thinking of poor Louise.

Thank you, Louise.

- Some more coffee, Frank?
- No, thanks, dear.

- Well, are you through?
- Yes.

- Pretty bad, eh?
- Well, I'm no literary critic.

Ha. You don't have to be.

All you've gotta be
able to do is to smell.

It starts out all right, but it
gets kind of bogged down.

Maybe it will pick
up in the next chapter.

Maybe there won't
be any next chapter.

Now, I wouldn't give
up, Frank. You can write.

- The first part shows that.
- Well, you can write, too.

How is it you
never wrote a novel?

Maybe because I never
had a good reason.

Oh, so that's all you
need, is it? A good reason.

That's very funny.

Look at him, all
alone in the world.

Nothing to worry
about. No responsibilities.

No wife. No children.

Why, man, you ought to
be ashamed of yourself.

It's men like you who
make the rest of us

carry the burden of
the American home.

No reason to write a novel.

You don't know
when you're lucky.

Goodnight, Tim.

Goodnight, Louise.

Haven't you any sense at all?

Oh, I don't know what's
the matter with me.

All I know is that
Louise's sisters

have got everything
in the world.

And Louise who
deserves it more than

either of them has got nothing.

Why, it's Christmas tomorrow

and I can't even
buy her anything.

I don't think that
worries her any.

Well, it worries me. I
feel like a no-good tramp.

All I've got is bills.
Doctor's bills, hospital bills.

Bills all over the place.
I even owe you money.

I want to give her the
world. Don't you understand?

All I'm doing is
making her unhappy.

You're doing a pretty
good job of that.

It's better for you if you were
doing as good a job of writing.

Well, Merry Christmas.

Yes. Merry Christmas.

Your stuff has
been so dead lately

we've been burying
it as fast it came in.

- When it came in.
- Well, what do you expect?

The great American novel
on some stinking preliminary?

Now listen, if
you're too good for--

Oh, yes. All right, all
right, I know what I can do.

But I'm a married man
with responsibilities

and all I'm asking you
for is enough money

to live like a human being.

You can't come around here

complaining about hard times

when you smell like a
saloon most of the time.

You're a fine one to preach.

Why, you've had your
nose in a whisky bottle

so long it looks
like an old cork.

I've had enough
out of you, Medlin.

- You're fired.
- Fired?

That's fine. I'll get
myself a decent job now.

Merry Christmas.

Why, Frank, what are
you doing home so early?

Well, I can't...

- Where'd you get that?
- I bought it.

- What with?
- Pennies and nickels.

I've been saving for months.

I wanted to surprise you

when you came home from work.

Oh, sweet.

Is there anything wrong?

Yes, the boss gave me

an unexpected
Christmas present today.

- Yes?
- He fired me.

- Why?
- Because I asked for a raise.

There was something
else. You fought.

Well, where does he get off
telling me I drink too much?

He kills a bottle of Scotch
in the office every day.

I see.

Darling, I'm sorry.
I acted like a fool.

I lost my temper. I know.
But don't worry, I'll get a job.

There's plenty of jobs
for good sportswriters.

Of course you will.
In the mean time, I...

Well, Flora Gibbon was
in for a while this morning.

Flora Gibbon was here again?

She told me where
I could get a job.

A job? What kind of a job?

- In a department store.
- In a department store?

I'm sorry, Louise.
You'll have to forget it.

I'm sorry, I can't forget it.
If I can help, I'm going to.

If we can't be
partners in everything

what sense is there
to marriage, Frank?

I'm not gonna
have my wife slaving

in a department store coming
home completely exha--

It's much more
exhausting worrying about

unpaid bills, money
for food and rent.

I'd rather work than worry.

I suppose you're throwing
it up at me that I don't make

enough money to support
my wife properly. Is that it?

It isn't that, Frank. If it
hadn't been for the baby--

- I suppose that's my fault, too!
- Frank.

Go out to work if you want
to, but I can tell you one thing.

I won't hang around here doing
nothing. Now make up your mind.

- Are you gonna take that job?
- Frank, please.

Are you going to
take that job or not?

I've gotta, I can't live anymore

with a house full of bills.

- Where are you going?
- Out to get drunk.

Frank!

Frank, please come back. Frank.

Don't come back if you do.

Don't come back. Don't
you dare come back!

Merry Christmas.

Frank.

♪ The first Noel
the angel did say ♪

♪ Was to certain
poor shepherds in ♪♪

- Beautiful.
- Yes. Isn't it?

I mean you.

Some champagne, Norman?

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Sam. Sam, you're
not drunk, are you?

Of course I am. That's the
only way I can stand stiff shirts.

I'm afraid you'll
have to stand it just

a little while longer, dear.
We promised Stella's friends--

Oh, Stella's friends
give me a pain.

- And stiff shirts all--
- Nevertheless--

All right. All right.
All right, I'll go.

Oh. Legs feel funny.

I feel funny all over.

Come along, dear.
I'll help you up.

- Up we go.
- No, I didn't want to go anyway.

- But you promised Stella.
- May I help?

No, no. Don't want any help.

Wanna stay home and
get drunk. Merry Christmas.

I'm sorry, Norman.

- Stella. Excuse, me.
- Sure.

Stella, your father
isn't feeling very well.

Why don't all of you
go on to the Denhams

and-and we'll follow as
soon as he's feeling better?

I suppose we might as well.

Oh, we're all going
to the Denhams.

Father will join us later.

- Are you coming?
- No, I'll wait here for him.

- Very well.
- See you there.

Don't be long, Helen.

Are you coming with us, Norman?

Why, yes. Of course.
I'll see you later.

Yes. We'll follow
in a little while.

Sam, do you feel better?

Is there anything I can get you?

Norman. Norman,
what are you doing here?

I let the others go ahead.
They'll never miss me.

Oh, you shouldn't
have done that.

But I wanted to tell
you the end of the story.

I told you I knew how it ended.

Helen, there's only
one way it can end.

We are young,
you and I, and alive.

We can't bury
ourselves in gratitude.

We have too much living to do.

Helen, I love you.

- Cheap.
- Stella.

- Father, how can you--
- Stella, please.

Please don't tell him
tonight. I know it's wrong.

- But please.
- Father, wake up.

Stella, please don't
spoil his Christmas.

- You gotta wake up.
- I'll tell him myself.

- After Christmas. I swear it.
- Get away from me.

- Father, listen.
- All right. All right.

I'll go. Merry Christmas.

Sure. I'll go.

I'm sorry I'm so late. So...

Sam. He shouldn't have
had so much to drink.

Sam.

Get a doctor. Get a doctor!

Doc Moore told Sam
six months ago if he didn't stop

eating and drinking like
a hog, he wouldn't last.

It just doesn't seem fair.
He had everything to live for.

Money, position, Helen.

I think they were really
very happy together.

Rose.

Maybe when a man has
everything he wants, it's time to die.

If he waits too long, it's
liable to turn sour on him.

- We'll never have that trouble.
- Oh, thank goodness.

I only wish that Louise
had an easier time of it.

Oh, I'm not worried about her.

She'll get straightened out.
She's got brains, that girl.

Frank. Frank darling, wake up.

- What?
- I'm leaving now.

The coffee's on the stove
and the toast in the oven.

- Just turn on the gas.
- Turn on the gas.

Wonderful, isn't it?

Wife goes out to work

and husband has nothing to do

except turn on the gas.

Frank, please.

Oh, I know it's stupid
of me, I suppose.

But somehow I
can't get used to this.

Please, darling,
let's not start again.

You coming in to dinner tonight?

I don't know. We haven't
finished spring inventory.

That means you'll be dining
with Benson, I suppose.

Mr. Benson is very considerate
when I work late, Frank.

Mm, I would be, too, if I had
a secretary as beautiful as you.

I happen to be
your wife, darling.

Yes, I know. I'm sorry.

I wonder if you have any
idea of how much I love you.

I love your face, the way you
walk, everything about you.

- And it's killing me.
- Frank.

Frank, please, you have
to pull yourself together.

Do you realize what's happened
to you in the past few months?

Look at yourself, darling. You
can't let yourself go like that.

It's bound to show in your work.

My work? It's rotten!

It smells to high
heaven. It's so rotten!

- Nobody has to tell me. I know.
- Frank.

Frank, what's going
to become of us?

I don't know, I suppose
you'll get tired of babying me

and that'll be the end.

Well, I don't want
it to end ever.

Louise, there's a kind
of quiet assurance

about you that,
that bewilders me.

I've never been certain
of anything in my life

except that the next job
might be more exciting

than the one I had.

- You warned me, dear.
- Yes.

I warned you. I thought
I was being very clever.

If the worst comes,
the worst, I say to myself

at least she can't say
I never warned her.

Then forget you warned me.

Pretend you made a bargain
you've got to live up to.

My God!

I can't. I wish I
could, but I can't.

Frank.

Frank. I'm going
to give up my job.

From now on I'm
going to depend on you.

If you starve, I
starve. If you die, I die.

It's a big sacrifice to make
for a man who's slipping.

I'm not making any sacrifices.
I'm being completely selfish.

I love you and I
want to keep you.

But I want you to be
the strong one, not I.

You can be, darling. I
know you can. It's in you.

It has to be if you love me.

Frank, look at me.

There isn't anymore
strength left in me to fight.

From now on it's your
fight if you love me.

If I love you?

If I love you.

I've got to go now.

Goodbye, darling.

I can't use you, Medlin.

♪ I care not for the stars ♪

♪ That shine ♪

♪ I dare not hope ♪

♪ To e'er be thine ♪

Hello, Frank. I've
been looking for you.

The usual, Mr. Hazelton?

I heard you were
making the rounds.

- News travels fast, doesn't it?
- Any luck?

♪ Love me ♪♪

What are you waiting
for, Frank, a miracle?

You know you're washed up
in San Francisco, don't you?

Do you know why?

Pay for the drinks,
will you, Tim? So long.

Now wait a minute.

What's next, Frank?

I don't know. I got some
pretty serious thinking to do.

I want to find out what's
made me a walking corpse?

Why marriage made my
wife strong and me weak.

I can't even take a drink
without getting maudlin.

That's the trouble with you.

As much as you want love,
you want freedom more.

It's a pretty tragic love
story, don't you think?

So long, Tim.

On the last trip we
made, we never got that far.

- Did you, skipper?
- Sure, lad. Seen 'em all.

Been up and down the coast of
Africa from Tangier to Somalia.

I can name you every port from
Rangoon round to Singapore.

Clear over the Celebes and
proper to the Solomon Islands.

Oh, but you
ain't seen nothing until

you've followed
the Mediterranean.

From Tetouan along
the North African coast

making port at
Tripoli, Benghazi,

Alexandria, Port Said.

And then through the Suez Canal

- down the Red Sea to Djibouti.
- Djibouti?

Hot stinking holes,
every one of them.

Give me the North Atlantic
every time. I like places--

Say, do you men know of any
boat leaving for the China Seas?

Yeah, the prowler sails
tonight from Pier 10.

- Pier 10.
- Heading for Singapore first.

She's a rusty tub, mate.

And her skipper's a man-killer.

- Thanks.
- If I was you, I...

- Frank.
- Hello, darling.

You better answer that.
It might be important.

Mr. Benson's office. Yes.

Oh, that won't be necessary.

Just mark it down
ten percent. All right.

Does your boss
always let you make

important decisions like that?

Sometimes. What a wonderful

surprise to have you here.

I wished many times

you'd come and see my office.

It never seemed quite
opportune before.

- It's a nice office.
- Isn't it?

- You seem very happy in it.
- Oh, I love it.

- Oh, but I love you more. Hm.
- Do you?

It's not gonna be
easy for you to leave it.

I don't mind.

Mr. Benson's office.

Good afternoon, Mr. Clark.

Oh, no. I am afraid not.

Mr. Benson's going out
of town for the weekend.

Oh, you're very
welcome. Goodbye.

I don't mind, because
it's going to save us.

Save us, is it?

Well, I just dropped
in for a moment.

I had a funny feeling
I couldn't get through

the day unless I saw you.

- You made me very happy.
- Have I?

Well, so long.

Aren't you going to kiss me?

Oh, M-Mr. Benson, this is
Mr. Medlin, my husband.

Yes. I gathered as much.

- How do you do, Mr. Medlin?
- Hello, Benson.

Mrs. Medlin told
me she was resigning

- at the end of the month.
- Has she?

Gonna be a great loss to me.

We're a selfish lot,
aren't we, Benson?

We always want to
keep what we have

regardless of what others.

Mr. Benson's office.

Yes? No.

- She's efficient too, isn't she?
- Yes.

- Well, if you'll excuse me, I--
- Just a minute.

Are you working
late tonight, darling?

Why, yes. Unless--

Well, we haven't quite finished,
but if it's anything important.

Oh, no, it's nothing
important, except

I have something
to do myself, so...

You'll never guess
what I have to do.

- I'm starting work tonight.
- Frank.

You are starting work?

- How wonderful!
- Yes, isn't it?

- It's a nice job, too.
- On what paper?

You'll learn all about it
when you get home tonight.

Look, Benson, you've been
taking my wife out to dinner.

- Haven't you?
- Why, yes, I, uh--

Oh, it's all right. It's
quite all right. Except...

I wish you'd do something
for me, would you?

Take her to dinner tonight, give
her an especially fancy dinner.

Be gay. Give her
champagne, will you?

As though it were
kind of a farewell dinner.

- Frank.
- Well...

You'll be saying
goodbye soon, won't you?

Goodbye, darling.

Will you be home early?

Yes, but don't wait up for me.

Don't forget, Benson.
The champagne.

Thank you so much
for dinner, Mr. Benson.

I'm sorry I was so dull.

You should have
had some champagne.

I suppose so.

I just couldn't seem
to without Frank.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Hello. You mind if I come in?
- Oh, no, come in.

I don't know what's
the matter with me.

I'm as nervous as
an ostrich getting

the tail feathers plucked.

I ain't ever had such a
peculiar feeling before.

Actually, and it's a fact
I wish Oscar was home.

Strange. I feel that way, too.

- I wonder what it is.
- I don't know.

I felt just like this
before I married Oscar.

Me and Oscar went to
a picnic at the Presidio.

Oh, I was talking to
the nicest young man.

Danny O'Shea was his name.
He was a dealer at Kelly's.

Oscar was drinking beer.

Oh, here's a note
for you, honey.

- A note?
- Well...

All of a sudden Oscar
grabs me by the arm and says

"Try two-timing me and you'll
get tore apart, straw-head."

Right then I know I got
the same feeling I got now.

Only, I thought it was love.

- No! Frank!
- What's the matter, dearie?

- Frank!
- Anything I can do for you?

How can I find out which
ship's leaving tonight?

I don't know. If
Oscar was home...

Operator. Beacon 1-7-7-5.

- Hurry, please.
- You sure got a shock, honey.

Your husband ain't
leaving you, is he?

Is Mr. Benson in?
This is Mrs. Medlin.

Oh, of course, he couldn't be.

Please stay here, if my
husband comes home, tell him

I've gone out to look for
him and I'll be right back.

Could you, could you tell me

some ship sailing
tonight around midnight?

- What's the name of the tub?
- I don't know.

- Where's it going?
- I don't know.

But it's very important.
I've got to find it.

Well, then, lady,
it's hard to say,

but try Thompson's place.

- They may know.
- Thank you.

Anything I can do, honey?

Oh, please, please,
do you know of a ship

that's sailing tonight
around midnight?

- Where to?
- I don't know.

Some ship is going
some place. I have money.

I'll give you all I have if
you can only find it for me.

Come to think of it, honey,
there's a freighter that--

Take me there, I'll
give you all the money

I've got if you can
only get me there.

- How about a kiss on account?
- No. Not now.

Perhaps later. I've
got to get to that ship.

Come on, one little
kiss won't hurt you.

- Wait a minute. What's the idea?
- Officer, please.

- I'm looking or a ship.
- What ship? Where's it going?

I don't know. But I've got
to get to it before it sails.

- Where do you live?
- On Taylor Street.

- Officer, please, I've got to--
- Come on.

- Where are you taking me to?
- To Taylor Street.

But I don't wanna go there now.

I'm looking for my
husband. He's on some ship.

Sure, I know. We'll
look for him as soon as

I find out that you're
telling me the truth.

Oh, but it will
be too late then.

The boat will have sailed.

See, I've got to find him.

Please, I've got to find him.

Is that you, Louise?

What happened,
dearie? Did you find him?

Well, what are you gonna do now?

Gee, honey. That's tough.

He'll come back.

He isn't very well, you know?

He isn't on a ship.

He's in some bar room, drunk.

He'll come back.

All I have to do is wait.

Ow!

Louise! Louise!

It's the end of the world!

Oh, it's the end of
the world, I tell you!

I'm leaving, dearie. I'm going
to my mother's in Oakland.

If you can't find any place
to go, here's ma's card.

The address is right down here.

Mum can always
find an extra room.

- Thank you.
- Good luck.

- What's up?
- Big earthquake.

And fire in San Francisco.

I hit it right on the head.

Big earthquake and
fire in San Francisco.

Navy is sending out a call.
All ships to go to San Francisco.

- For emergency relief duty.
- Many killed?

Oh, the fire's still burning,

so they can't say. But
it must be thousands.

Well, we pulled out
of there just in time.

- Aren't you turning back?
- Are you crazy?

- I've got to go back.
- We're headed for Singapore.

Now get out of
here. Keep me posted.

But I've gotta go
back, my wife's there.

I'll be giving you a chance to
swim if you don't pipe down.

But don't you understand?
I've gotta get back!

- My wife's there. She needs me!
- Take this man away--

- Take this man away--
- Quiet!

Don't let him get away!

- What's the matter with you?
- Take it easy there.

Take it easy there.
Take him down below.

But I've gotta get back there,
you fool! Don't you understand?

I've gotta get back there!
Take your hands off me.

Why, the man's crazy to
think he can swim ashore.

...the
New York office.

Can you get me a
line to San Francisco?

No, operator. But I've got to
get through. My sister's there.

Well, all right.
Maybe she's dead.

I'll call some friends of mine
in Los Angeles and have them

go out there right away.
Hello, give me long-distance.

But, Norman, I
should be there myself.

There's nothing
you can do about it

until we get some information.

Hello? Hello.

I don't think you should
go until we hear from Louise.

- I'm going.
- But what can you do?

I'm a pharmacist, ain't I?

They'll need all the
help they can get.

Oh, dear, I always knew Louise

would get into
trouble with that man.

Search the next house.
Rest of you follow me.

Anybody in here?

Anybody in here?

Clear out. We're gonna dynamite.

Clear out!

Anybody up here?

- Everybody out.
- All out!

- Anybody in here?
- Frank!

Hey, come on, lady. You gotta
get going now, they're gonna

dynamite all the buildings
in this street. Come on, lady.

I can't go now. I'm
waiting for my husband.

- He'll be here any minute.
- Keep going, keep going.

We're only half an hour
ahead of the fire now.

Don't you see, if he comes home

and I'm not there,
he'll wonder where I am.

- It's terribly important.
- Hurry up.

- Take her along. Take her along.
- I've been waiting for him.

Please.

What do you want?

I'm-I'm looking for Mrs. Gibbon.

- She told me to come here.
- Ms. Gibbon?

Wait a minute.

- Well?
- Are you Flora's mother?

Yes. What can I do for you?

Your daughter asked
me to come here.

I'm Louise Medlin.

Oh, well, sure.
Come in, Mrs. Medlin.

This is a surprise. Go right in.

You know, Flora has
talked so much about you.

She'll certainly
be glad to see you.

Flora! Flora!

That friend of yours
in San Francisco is here.

Wasn't that earthquake
in San Francisco terrible?

You know, I always say
to Flora, "I prefer Oakland."

Oh, come.

You had better sit down.

- Well, you look all done in.
- No, I-I'm all right.

Ma! Ma, where is she?

Oh, there you are.

Oh, Louise, dearie, I'm
so happy to see you.

I never expected you'd get here.

Help me, Flora.
Get away, you girls.

- Oh.
- Come on now, help me.

All right. Ain't she pretty?

Yeah, but she's an awful
sick child. Awful sick.

I think we'd better
send for a doctor.

Frank.

Frank.

I've had men search
every relief camp.

We've torn the town
apart and still no sign of her.

What about the hospitals?
And the morgues?

We searched every one.
She must be somewhere.

Six days already. Six days!

If she's alive, she's off
somewhere by herself

breaking her heart for that man.

I'm sure we'll find her,
though, we're checking every

acquaintance, every possible
contact she might have had.

Flora.

- How long have I been here?
- Six days.

- Oh, really?
- You was pretty sick, dearie.

We've ben having the
doctor for you every day.

Once we thought you
was gonna pass out.

- You mean, die?
- Yeah, actually.

But you're all right now.

Dear, who is it? Uh...

- What do you want?
- I am William Benson.

- Is Mrs. Medlin here?
- Oh, yes.

- May I see her?
- Oh. Yes, of course.

She's upstairs. I'll,
uh, show you the way.

We had a party here last night.

Oh, my, Mrs. Medlin
has been a sick girl.

What a dreadful thing
that earthquake was.

You know, it's
completely upset her.

But she's getting
better every day.

I'm so glad she came to us.
We've been able to help her.

Will you wait here for a moment?

- Flora.
- Yes, mom?

They've come for her.

Wake up, honey. Wake up.

There are two men here to
see you. One of them's Benson.

- Two men?
- Yes.

Could it be...

Please ask them
to come in. Please.

Come in, gentlemen.

- Hello, papa.
- My poor darling.

He's gone, father.

You have had a time
of it, haven't you?

The whole world was
destroyed when Frank left me.

It can be rebuilt again, dear.

Do you think so?

It started already.
A new world, dear.

You'll come home with me now

and we'll watch
you build together.

No.

No, I can't go home. I
must stay in San Francisco.

What was destroyed was my life.

What is rebuilt
must also be my life.

- And Frank's.
- You had better forget him.

Yes, I will try to forget the
happiness we had together.

He'll come back someday.

I can wait.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday dear Tommy ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪♪

Two years old.
My, how time flies.

It seems only yesterday
since poor Louise--

Wait a minute now.
Louise is doing all right.

Of course she is,
although I'd rather have

Tom in my home instead
of a business career.

Where is Tom? Couldn't he manage

to get home in
time for the party?

Oh, I don't know. I suppose
he's been detained at the bank.

He's been very busy lately.

- There he is now.
- Hello, everybody.

- Hello, dear.
- Hello, Tom.

I'm sorry I'm late, I couldn't
help it. How's the party?

Oh, the children are
having a lovely time.

We've been waiting for
you to cut the birthday cake.

Junior, come over and
say hello to your father.

Well, hello there, young man.

You having a good time at
the party? Want a piggyback?

No, dear. Please. It'll
spoil your new suit.

Come on, Junior, now run
back and play with your friends.

I do declare, Tom, I
hadn't noticed until

just now you've
got another new suit.

- Regular Beau Brummell lately.
- Isn't he handsome?

Oh, I don't see why
anybody should make any fuss

over a suit, I'm
president of a bank now

and I've gotta dress
up to my position.

Of course you do, dear.
Dad, stop teasing Tom.

Sorry. Didn't know you
were so touchy, Tom.

- I'm not touchy.
- Mrs. Knivel.

- A Laura Watkins so see you.
- Laura Watkins?

Yeah. She says she
works for Isabelle Taylor.

Oh, yes. The milliner.

- Says it's important.
- Send her away.

You can't be disturbed
when you're having a party.

Oh, it's probably about a hat
I bought yesterday. I'll see her.

You'll not see her. I forbid it.

You can't be leaving
your son's birthday party

just because some silly milliner
comes here to sell you a hat.

Why, Tom, how absurd.

That's no way to
treat an Elliott, Tom.

You gotta handle 'em.

- You wanted to see me?
- Yeah.

Won't you sit down?

What I got to tell you ain't
very pleasant, Mrs. Knivel.

But I don't like to see
a nice woman like you

get the dirty end of a
deal, and it makes me sore

to see that Taylor
woman get away with it.

I'm sure I don't
know what you mean.

I'm coming to
that, Isabelle Taylor

accused me of stealing. Imagine.

Her, with carrying on
with all the men in town.

What Ms. Taylor does
is no business of mine.

It is if one of the
men is your husband.

- My husband?
- Sure.

She is a shrewd one,
that Isabelle Taylor.

She ain't taking no
chances at having

her mortgage foreclosed
so long as she can...

Mr. Benson's office.

Yes, we've received
your order, Mr. Jackson.

We'll send it over as soon
as it arrives. Thank you.

Jane, send a telegram

to Mrs. Thomas
Knivel in Silver Bow.

Leaving for home tonight. Love.

Send one to my other
sister, Mrs. Norman French

to her New York address.
Dear Helen, drop everything.

Take first train home.
Grace in trouble. Love, Louise.

Find out what time that this
train leaves for Silver Bow.

- Will you?
- Yes, Mrs. Medlin.

Excuse me, I don't
like to disturb you,

but I must leave for
Silver Bow immediately.

What's wrong, Louise?
Somebody ill in the family?

Sorry, William. It'll have
to remain a family secret.

I shan't be gone for
more than a week.

I'll take you home while
you get your things ready.

- Thank you.
- When does the train leave?

I'm sure the new red dress is
a model for the fashion show.

Oh, dear, I forgot to approve
the copy for Tuesday's ads.

And also... What
are you laughing at?

You. You think more
about Benson's than I do.

- It's my job.
- You made it your whole life.

- And shut out everything else.
- I've tried to.

All aboard!

...guys can bet all your dough
that I'll be the next champ.

There's the next champ sure
as my name's Tim Hazelton.

- Tim!
- Well, Louise.

- Where are you going?
- To Silver Bow.

- To stay?
- You know better than that.

- Any news of Frank?
- No.

- You're still waiting?
- All aboard!

All aboard!

And I'll come back
as soon as I can.

Let me know when you
arrive, and I'll meet you.

- All right.
- Bye! Hurry back.

Bye!

Now everything is smashed
by this cheap woman.

If he were my husband and I want

to keep him, I
certainly wouldn't allow

a woman like that
to take him from me.

It's more than that, Helen.

Marriage is supposed
to be a sacred thing.

Tom took the same vows I did.

He can't break them and
expect me to do nothing about it.

Men are such fools. There isn't
one whom a clever woman can't

twist around her little
finger if she wants to.

That's no excuse.

Of course it isn't, Grace.

But if you love a man, you've
got to understand his weaknesses

as well as take
pride in his strength.

And if you love him,
you'll fight for him

until you know he
belongs to another woman.

I know he doesn't
belong to that woman.

Well, one could tell in a minute
that woman was carrying around

all over town, just,

just taking advantage
of him. That simpleton.

I think the first
thing for us to do

is to see that that
young lady leaves town.

But how? We can't do it alone.

Well, I...

Maybe we can think of
some way of getting help.

They're delicious sandwiches.

Uh, your food is always
perfect, Mrs. Knivel.

- Always perfect.
- Thank you.

- You gentlemen are so gallant.
- I can't speak for the others.

As for myself, I'm a
Southerner by descent.

My father fought at Shiloh.

My grandfather
fought at Gettysburg.

Well, well, anyone
whose grandfather

fought at Gettysburg
is a friend of mine.

Did Isabelle Taylor's
grandfather fight at Gettysburg?

Isabelle Taylor?

- Who might she be?
- Strange.

I thought she was quite popular
with the men of Silver Bow.

- Preposterous.
- I never saw the woman.

Perhaps it will
help when I tell you.

We happen to know
that many of the so-called

respectable citizens, are
not quite as respectable

as they would have us believe.

And if we told all we know

half the men in this town would
be afraid to face their wives.

And that we intend to expose
them as the hypocrites they are,

unless Isabelle
Taylor leaves town.

Ladies, may I ask why you
are so dead set against her?

I'm sure you haven't
got any personal reason.

- But I have. Yes.
- You have?

My husband happens
to be one of the men

involved with her.

- Tom Knivel?
- Why, that's terrible, terrib...

Well, but after all, I-I mean,
that's Tom's problem, isn't it?

We consider it a
community problem.

By giving you...

I mean, by giving those
men a chance to solve it,

we're also giving them a chance
to become decent husbands again.

Of course, if you can't
do anything about it

I imagine that the
wives will be more than--

- Please, not the wives.
- Entirely and...

Certainly not. Madam,
I admire your spirit.

We shall not fail you.

Gentlemen, a woman
of notorious reputation

has endangered the
sanctity of Mrs. Knivel's home.

Isn't it true that by helping
her to save her home

we are helping all good women?

Hm? Oh, oh, yes, undoubtedly.

Yeah. But how are
we going to help her?

Gentlemen, that is our problem.

And rest assured,
ladies, we will solve it.

Isabelle Taylor will be
gone from Silver Bow

before election day.

Thank you, I knew we
could depend upon you

as respectable citizens.

Frank. Frank!

Hello, Tim.

You look like somebody
they forgot to bury.

They didn't forget. I just was
not there when they came around.

Come on. Let's sit
down somewhere.

Nice of you to meet
me. I didn't expect that.

- Where have you been?
- Oh, everywhere. Anywhere.

- Trying to catch up with myself.
- Any luck?

- How about a drink?
- Surely. Come on.

Sit down.

You don't look as if you
could take a drink, Frank.

What difference does that make?

You're sick, aren't you?

Sick? Yes, I suppose I am.

I've got a lot of things the
matter with me, but they

all boil down to one
thing, that I am just rotten.

Mentally, spiritually and
every other way, rotten.

I really ought to be dead.

I want to see Louise first.

- Kinda late, aren't you, Frank?
- What do you mean?

I mean she's better
off without you.

She's got a good job and
Benson's ready to marry her

any time she'll say yes.

- Does-does she love him?
- I don't know.

But I do know
this, give her a little

more time and she'll
be able to forget you.

I don't want her to
forget me. I love her.

- What will you have, gentlemen?
- Two bourbons.

Thanks. No, Tim. Not for me.

Wait a minute. Frank!

You can't go like that.

- Where are you going?
- To Benson's, to see Louise.

Give me this bag. Come on.

Is, is Mrs. Medlin in?

No, sir. She's gone away
until after the election.

Anything I can do for you?

- Where's she gone?
- Hello, Mr. Medlin.

Hello, Benson.

- Come in.
- Go ahead.

When did you get back?

Today. Where's my wife?

In Silver Bow.

- Thanks.
- Wait a minute.

- You're not going to Silver Bow.
- Better get out of my way, Tim.

You're gonna keep
away from her if I have--

Gentlemen. Tim, you mustn't
persuade him not to go.

He ought to go, for Louise's
sake as well as his own.

If they belong together,
let them be together.

If they don't, they
may as well know it.

We'll know it soon enough.

Get me the Union
Pacific Station. Hurry.

- Where are you going?
- To Silver Bow.

Benson, do me a favor.

- Don't tell Louise he's back.
- Hello?

Dad-burned,
ornery, pig-headed...

- Ned, the night bell's ringing.
- Let it ring.

Why do they always put so
much starch in these collars?

- It might be someone important.
- Yeah, might be, but it ain't.

I ought to know Doc Moore's
ring after all these years.

Daddy, the
night bell is ringing.

- I'm deaf.
- Oh, dear.

That bell always
rings at a time like this.

Why can't they leave
me alone for once?

Now listen, you old windbag,

- Are you Mr. Elliott?
- Yeah.

- I'm Tony Bittick.
- Tony!

Mother, Tony Bittick.
I'll open the door.

- Tony, darling!
- Who is it, Ned?

I don't know. Somebody
called Tony Bittick.

Well, what does she
act so excited about?

Tony, darling,
come right up this way.

What a divine surprise. Aren't
you an angel to follow me?

I followed you halfway
across the world, haven't I?

- It has become rather a habit.
- Tony, these are my parents.

The sweetest in the world.
This is Tony Bittick, my fiance.

Your fiance?

Aren't you still married
to Norman French?

Oh, only till I get my divorce.

I forgot to tell you. We
meant to surprise you.

It sounds too
complicated for me.

Tony darling, sit down and
make yourself comfortable

while I finish dressing.
Mother, will you please

come and help me?
I'll only be a moment.

Going somewhere, Mr. Elliott?

To the election ball.

If that bell ever stops ringing.

- Shall I answer it for you?
- Pay no attention.

It's most likely that old
windbag Doc Moore.

Say, young fella,
know how to tie a tie?

- Yes, rather.
- I've been trying for 40 years.

To learn to tie
one of them things.

Drat that bell!

Never knew it to fail.

Every time I want
to go somewhere

somebody wants something.

How do you do,
Mr. Elliott? Is Louise in?

Louise, Mr. Benson's here.

I know, father. I heard him.

She's coming, Mr. Benson.

Well, it's certainly
a night of surprises.

- William, how exciting.
- Hello, Louise.

This is the
pleasantest surprise.

You're the last person in

the world I expected to see.

Louise! Louise, look,

Tom and Grace are coming.

They've got a new car.

Tom bought it for her.

Drives beautifully, doesn't it?

- Huh?
- I said it drives beautifully.

Yes. I'm glad you like it, dear.

It seems like a 100 years since
I've danced in election ball.

- Time's turned a somersault.
- You're crazy.

She's more beautiful
than ever, Tim.

Take it easy, lad.

Bring her up
here, will you, Tim?

- All right.
- No, wait.

It's funny that...

I'm afraid all of a sudden.

I know.

Tim, maybe...

Maybe you better talk
to her first, will you?

- Kind of prepare her.
- All right.

William, what's the
matter? Something wrong?

- No, no, no. Nothing.
- But there is.

Louise. Sorry, Benson.

Tim, where did you come from?

Can I see you for a few minutes?

- Go ahead. I'll wait.
- Excuse me, will you?

- Why up here, Tim?
- I'll explain in just a moment.

Louise, sit down, Louise.
Right here. Thank you.

I brought you here
because I wanted

to talk to you about Frank.

- About Frank?
- You first met here, didn't you?

Yes. It was the first time
we ever talked together.

We talked about Turkish
women and newspaper tramps

and, and the bees.

I asked him to watch the bees.

We were so young and silly.

But that's only four years ago.

Four centuries ago.

But you still love
him, don't you?

I'll always love him.

And what would
you do if he came back?

Why, I'd work for him,
or I'd starve with him.

But whatever happiness we'd
have would be mine, not his.

Don't you see, Tim?

If he hadn't tried
to live my kind of life

he might have written
that novel eventually.

He might have become someone.

Well, he might have found
what he was really looking for.

If it hadn't been for me,

he'd have gone on
looking for those new things

on the other side
of the horizon.

Being happy even when
he couldn't find them.

That's not true, Louise.

Frank!

Louise.

Louise, darling, I've
got so many things

I want to tell you about.

Things I've been
thinking for two years.

Time changes you, time
and the things you learn.

I had to leave you to find
out that I can't live without you.

- But, Frank, I--
- Let me finish, darling.

Now I've come back.

And I won't go away again
unless you want me to.

What we've got left
of life, work, happiness,

is ours if you still want it.

Darling.

Ladies and gentlemen, the
latest returns that come in

give Taft a substantial lead.

Looks like our next president
will be William Howard Taft!

Tom, I'll be right back.

Wait for me, Tony.

Louise, what's happened?
You look so strange.

You look as if
you're in love again.