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Why don't you stop with those tips?

Mr Wells, I know the jockey personally.

I wish you knew the horse personally.

I tell you he is ready to win. - So am I.

Bet fifty for me on the nose.

Mr Wells, Collins and Grant are still waiting.

Who? - Collins and Grant.

Can't you get rid of those characters? - Again?

Why do people want to write songs when they can make an honest living?

I'll see them in a minute.

Are you sure this is a good jockey? - He has to be. He's only that big.

Do you think Mr Wells will like it? - Of course he'll like it.

How do you think he got where he is today?

Listen. A guy like Wells can tell a hit tune.

Just like that.

Jingles, we can't write a hit tune.

Just like that.

Kid, that's no attitude to take. - Then why isn't Mr Wells here yet?

He should meet us at eleven. It's almost one.

So he's a few minutes late.

Okay, fellahs. Let's hear what you got.

I tell you what we got, Mr Wells.

The next Number 1 song in the country.

Jingles, it's not that good.

Mr Wells. - Don't pay attention to him.

Mr Wells, he's a little modest. This is the best thing we've done.

Remember Blues In The Night? As Time Goes By?

This is better than either one of them. - But you didn't write those songs.

No. But you didn't publish them either.

I'll give you a chance to correct that mistake right now.

Come on, Bob.

Happy me.

I'm all a tingle.

Fancy free, footloose and single.

Chasing rainbows is lots of fun.

Because ..

What happened? - We lose.

You knew the jockey personally, huh?

Go ahead, fellows. I'm listening.

Because where there's rainbows there must be sun.

So happy me.

On cloud eleven.

Got the key.

To seventh heaven.

Hello.?

Alice.

I've been trying to reach you all day.

No answer.

Listen. About tonight for dinner. I can't make it.

Bye.

Go right ahead, fellahs. I can hear you.

Pardon my exuberation.

If I'm happy, I'm only happy.

Because I'm happy I'm me.

What did I tell you?

Not bad. Not bad at all.

A catchy tune and a nice lyric. - So you'll publish it?

Well .. not exactly.

Why not? You said you liked it.

I do. But right now our catalog is pretty well filled up.

No room for one of those optimistic tunes.

Gee, we got some sad songs.

I know.

It's no use, fellahs. Why not try somewhere else?

Where?

We've seen the publishers in alphabetical order and we're at Zenith.

There's one chance. - What's that?

If you could .. - I know.

A big name to plug our songs?

Yeah, get Frankie or Bing to sing 'em.

You heard it before? - Many times.

I wish I had something different to tell you fellows.

Don't be discouraged.

I've turned down much better songs.

Gotta have a name.

Go get yourself a name.

I feel like a basket baby on a doorstep.

Maybe if you don't give each song such a big build-up we'd have a better chance.

We'd have a better chance if you didn't tear down what I build up.

That's what I don't like. I was taught that honesty always pays off.

Yeah?

Tell me when you get the first payment. Only one thing for us to do.

Go through the alphabet again.

Only thing for me to do is go back home.

To Sperryville? - What's wrong with Sperryville?

If it's such a nice place why did you leave it?

I was nuts. That's why.

I gave up a good home and a steady job because I thought I could write music.

I've beat my head against a wall for two years with nothing to show for it.

A lot of guys tried Tin Pan Alley for years without getting anywhere.

With one break we'll be the biggest team on the street.

That's where we'll be alright. On the street.

Okay.

If that's the way you feel about it.

I certainly never thought it would come to this.

After all I've done for you.

I picked you up when you were down and restored your confidence.

This is the gratitude I get.

Every plan I made has been for you and me.

I always figured it to be the two of us together even when the going was tough.

If you walk out on me now.

It would be just like you divorcing me.

I won't let you do it. Understand?

I don't believe in divorce.

Bob.

What you packing now for? Your train isn't until tomorrow.

I'm not taking any more chances.

I tried to leave twice before and you talked me out of it. Not this time.

Why should I try to stop you?

If you want to go home, go ahead.

Don't worry about me.

I'll be alright. - Sure you will.

Well, I guess I'll just have to let them die.

Let what die?

The little things I planted in the window box.

You know, kid.

I only nursed these things along because they made you feel at home here.

But now.

Sorry, Jingles. I appreciate what you've tried to do.

I changed my way of life for you.

I get up every morning at seven o'clock.

Me, who couldn't look a clock in the face until noon before.

I sleep with the windows open filling my lungs with fresh air.

Whether I need it or not.

I even gave up drinking beer for this stuff.

Now I'm leaving you can go back to your old habits.

Kid. You give up too easily.

We're not through yet. I got a lot of angles left.

You know Hugo Bronson the producer? - No. Do you?

No. But I take his secretary to lunch every day. Even paying my own check.

I've got angles I never even thought of.

I tell you, someday we'll be right up there on top. Where we belong.

I know where I belong. On a train back to Sperryville.

The phone. It's for us.

While I'm gone, think over what I said. - I did.

When I come back I'll think of something new.

And these are my shoes.

Hello Jingles. - Hi.

What do you want?

I just wanted to tell you again that I love you.

Do you, baby? - You know I do.

Are you sure? - Of course I am.

Then hold these.

Hello. Collins speaking.

Come in.

Hi. - Hello Jackie.

See Jingles? - Yes.

I have the evidence right here.

What are you packing for? - I'm going home tomorrow.

What happened? You and Jingles have a fight or something?

Oh no. You know I could never get sore at that guy.

I know. That's my trouble too.

He treats me as though I don't exist.

But I can't help loving him.

I don't know why. A girl like you can have any man she wants.

A girl like me doesn't want any man she can have.

You're not serious about leaving, are you?

Afraid so. This time I'm not going to let Jingles talk me out of it.

Unpack that bag.

We've got an appointment with Hugo Bronson.

Nothing you can say will ..

What?

His secretary was on the phone. We must go over to his hotel.

He leaves for Hollywood in an hour. So come on.

Will you take me with you, Jingles? - No, no, no.

Why, Jingles?

You never take me to an audition.

You know how much I love to watch you work.

Alright.

Isn't he sweet?

Nothing to worry about. Bronson has bought music from unknowns before.

Calm down and don't be nervous. - I'm not nervous.

Then calm me down. I am.

Look, you stay here.

Keep everything crossed. - Including my fingers.

What .. is Mr Bronson's room please?

Bronson? - Yes.

583. - 583.

From now on that's our lucky number. Thanks a lot.

Excuse me.

Oh dear.

I wish those piano tuners would get here.

Singing to a piano that is off key just ruins my voice.

Is that what does it?

Good luck to us.

Here we are, Mr Bronson. - Where is the piano?

Yes. I have been expecting you. Right this way.

This is really a pleasure. - Glad you could make it.

We hurried right over. This is my partner Bob Grant.

Hello, I tried to reach you for several days.

Really? We got here as soon as we could. - I suppose you are rather busy.

Busy is not the word.

There is the piano. - Oh? All business, huh?

That's us too. No fooling around. Come on, Bob.

How do you do?

Mrs Bronson I presume. How are you?

Go right ahead. You won't bother me a bit.

I hope not. - You'll excuse me.

Please don't go. We love an audience.

Sit down. Make yourself at home. What will it be? Sweet music or hot?

I don't really think that matters.

That is what I like. An open mind. Take it, Bob.

Why should I waste my time writing a verse singers just throw away?

When 32 bars of refrain.

Express what I'm trying to say.

Different, isn't it? If you think that's cute, wait until you hear the chorus.

Mrs Bronson.

You can always knit.

There's going to be an awful lot of changes.

Baby, if you were coming back to me.

You've got to be exciting and slightly more inviting.

But not the way you used to be.

There's going to be no sharing of affection.

Running around the town with Number 3.

It's got to be a twosome.

A strictly me-for-you-some.

If you were coming back to me.

When I welcome you.

Back to the fold.

And you are mine again.

Then it's got to be.

To have and to hold.

And not for rare occasions now and then.

There's got to be a lot more understanding.

No running out if we should disagree.

Because nothing gets me under like waiting while I wonder.

If you are coming back ..

To me.

Dynamite, eh?

Do you like it, Mr Bronson?

Yes I do. I think it's very pretty.

He likes it. - So do I.

What did I say, Bob? Just play it for the right man. And here he is.

Yes, Mr Bronson. You have the pulse of the public in your hands.

You know what the public wants and it's why you're a great theatrical producer.

That's very nice of you, gentlemen. But there's been some mistake.

I am not a great theatrical producer.

I am a retired mustard manufacturer.

Mustard?

That's what I heard too. Let's get out of here.

Wait a minute.

Aren't you the piano tuners we sent for? - Piano tuners?

Like shorty here said. There's been a mistake.

Mustard. Come on.

What's wrong with mustard?

Boy, take Mr Bronson's bags out to his car.

We hope you'll be back with us soon, Mr Bronson.

Thank you. - Yes, sir.

Mr Bronson?

Yes? - Pardon me.

What about Jingles and Bob? - Who?

The two songwriters who went up to see you.

Them?

As a matter of fact, I signed them up to do some numbers for my next show.

You don't know what this means to us.

Gee, thanks Mr Bronson. - You are welcome.

Jingles, I just heard the news. Isn't it wonderful?

What's wonderful?

I talked to Mr Bronson and he said he signed you to do his next show.

Do his next show? - We didn't even see Bronson.

He said you two just auditioned for him.

You don't think that maybe ..?

He signed the ..

Piano tuners.

Look at me. Am I discouraged? No.

And I'm older than you are. - Let's not talk about it anymore.

Between now and getting the train I want to enjoy myself.

Okay. We'll have a party tonight. Really do the town.

Swell. Then I can wear my new dress. - You are not invited.

I got paid today. - You're invited.

You know, Jingles. There's something I want to see settled before I leave.

About you and Jackie. - What about us?

You know what he means.

When are you and I going to .. - I'll tell you when the time comes.

That's what he always says. But the time never comes.

Jingles, one day you'll look around for me and ..

You'll be there.

He is so right.

I'm afraid I'll need you after dinner, Bill.

Yes, sir.

How are you, Mr Wyngate?

Never better, Tom. How are you? - Never better, sir.

It's a draw.

Andrew.

Hello darling.

Don't go in there. - Why not?

Barbara is in there.

That's fine.

Is she alone? - No. Willard is with her.

She is practically alone.

Andrew. That's no way to talk about your future son-in-law.

You mean he's finally asked? - He will any minute.

Barbara promised me she would make up her mind today.

No, Willard. No.

But I don't understand, Barbara. Why not?

Maybe I feel I'm entitled to one small fling before I settle down.

We are engaged, Willard. Let's leave it at that.

Well.

Ordinarily, people get engaged and then they get married.

You and I just stay engaged.

Maybe we're in a rut. - Yes.

Last winter you wanted a summer wedding.

Now it's summer, you want a winter wedding.

This can't go on much longer.

You are right, Willard. It can't.

So once again I wind up with just your mother's assurance that you love me.

Mother.

Yes?

No.

But I haven't given up hope yet.

Still in there pitching, Willard?

Hello, darling. - Hello, Dad.

Perhaps we're intruding?

It seems I am the intruder.

Not at all, Willard.

I've planned a lovely evening.

Dinner and the opera.

I am afraid you will have to count me out.

One of my migraine headaches just struck.

But Barbara, you can't break up the party.

Nothing helps but going to bed.

I'm terribly sorry to miss the evening.

Come up and say goodbye to me before you go.

Barbara.

Bye.

You know, it seems Barbara's headaches are becoming more frequent lately.

You noticed it too?

The older Barbara gets the less I understand her.

Sometimes I wonder if she is really my child.

Darling.

Don't you remember?

Maybe I'd better send for a doctor.

I don't think that will be necessary.

I wonder what would happen if you really got a headache someday.

What's bothering you, honey? - Nothing.

Except that I am tired of being a Wyngate.

I'd like to be myself for a change.

Can't you be both? - Not while mother draws the plans.

She only wants to ensure you'll be happy, honey.

I know.

Well, it can't be done that way.

Always the right people at the right places.

I'm not sure who I want to meet or where I want to go.

I'd like to make those decisions myself.

Barbara, are you sure you won't change your mind and come along?

Sorry, mother. I'm just not up to it.

Willard will be very disappointed.

We'd better start, Andrew. Or we'll be late.

I have to go to the opera.

And you can stay here with your nice headache.

You lucky girl, you.

[ Radio ]

"Ladies and gentlemen."

"You are listening to the music of Linky Rossister and his band."

"Coming to you direct from Danceland."

"The number one dance spot in America."

"How about it, you stay-at-homes?"

"Are you lonely? Are you bored?"

"Do you find yourself sitting home nights with a good book?"

"Well, shake off those midweek blues."

"And hie yourself over to Danceland in the heart of Times Square."

"If you want music, gaiety."

"Bring your favorite dancing partner but don't put it off any longer."

"Do it tonight."

"Now we return you to the bandstand."

"And those danceable rhythms of Linky Rossiter and his boys."

Well, here we are.

The last stop on your farewell tour.

You kids wait here. I'll get the tickets.

What's so funny? - I know that guy like a book.

He's got another angle for selling our songs.

Gee, I wish he'd concentrate on me the way he does on those songs.

He'd get much better results.

Here you are, sir. - Thank you.

Thank you very much.

There you are.

It's the newest thing.

Jingles.

Tell me, why did you bring us here?

Your last night in town. I want you to have a good time.

Look.

'50 beautiful hostesses'.

That's not the only reason.

Not exactly. As a matter of fact.

I know Linky's drummer, Joe Brett. - That's what I thought.

If I get him to play a tune of ours, is that bad?

You mean, on the drums?

Look. Don't try to follow the conversation. Just ..

Follow me.

Check your hats please? - Thank you very much.

You kids get a table. I'll go and find Joe.

Anything you say.

Hello.

Just a minute. Just a minute.

Ladies without escorts not admitted.

You don't say. Where is Delaney?

He's right over there.

Delaney? - That's me, sister.

You one of the new hostesses? - Any objections?

Linky Rossiter sent you?

Who do you think, dope? Do I work here or are you running a quiz program?

Save the wisecracks for customers.

Collect all your tickets or we don't pay off.

Hang your coat in there.

Here's your badge.

Uhuh.

I'll pin it on myself thanks.

To see Delaney.

Delaney?

Yeah.

Linky sent me.

He did, huh?

Well.

His taste is improving.

Save the wisecracks for the customers.

Where is my badge? - Right here.

I'll check your things.

Hostess?

Oh, yes.

What a break.

My pal Joe would gladly speak to Linky but they had a row and aren't speaking.

That's okay, Jingles. You did your best. - It looks like my best was very bad.

Let's just relax and enjoy ourselves. - There's still one chance though.

Joy says Linky is running around with a hostess here.

She can make him jump through hoops. - So?

So we work on her and in minutes Linky plays one of our numbers.

Which girl is she?

That I don't know, but Joe says she's very beautiful.

The last time he saw her she was dancing with a great big guy.

Hey look.

It must be her alright. - She is beautiful.

For a girl.

She's the one they had a scrap over. She plays the field.

A nice girl.

I don't care if she chases the whole brass section. She's our best bet.

She may be a little bit hard to handle.

You can handle her, Jingles.

I don't see how any girl could ever resist you.

No. A dame like her is used to experts like me.

What she needs is a change of pace. Someone she can feel motherly towards.

Like Bob. - No. Not me.

Look. Our future depends on this.

If she gets Linky to plug our songs .. - You're not even sure that's the girl.

Okay. So you waste a ten-cent ticket finding out.

Won't it be easier to forget the idea? - Look.

I don't ask you to commit suicide.

Can't you just be nice to her for just a few minutes?

Is that asking too much for one last favor?

Alright. As a last favor.

But I still don't think it will work.

That was solid, kid. Dancing is my weakness.

Oh?

Was that dancing?

Gee, I'm out of ducats.

You stay right here, babe. Don't move.

I'll be back in time for the next struggle.

What is the matter? - I'm going home.

I forgot something. - What did you forget?

I forgot to stay there.

I don't think Linky is going to like you leaving so early.

I don't think Linky will really mind.

Pardon me.

I would like a dance.

Why pick on me?

Because any friend of Linky's is a friend of mine.

How nice for you.

Sorry about the dance but I'm leaving.

Can't you spare me a minute? It's pretty important.

Well, just one dance.

Maybe Linky won't like it if you dance with me.

I don't care if he does or not.

I just decided that Linky and I don't belong together.

Ticket please.

No, no. Hold her closer, you dope.

Don't try to talk to her yet. Just hum in her ear.

Don't move around so much. Dance more in one place.

You wanted to talk to me about something important?

Or was that just a line? - No.

No. You and Linky can do me a big favor.

Me and Linky? - Yeah.

If you use your influence on him.

You've no idea how little influence I have with Linky.

I see.

Had a fight? About Joe?

Let's say Joe was the reason.

Alright. We'll forget it.

It was just a long-shot anyway.

Thanks.

I don't see them anywhere. I guess they disappeared.

Maybe they went to get some air.

If Linky sees them together we get the air.

I'd better go find them.

You know, somehow this doesn't make sense.

What?

You working in a place like this.

You don't approve of me, do you?

It's not that, but ..

I can't get used to you being a hostess.

Why not? - You don't even talk like one.

You sound more like a kid out of finishing school.

You should have met me before I took a course in social culture.

Was I a character?

You know what I think? - What?

I think someone made one big mistake.

Now she doesn't know what to do about it.

You are so right.

One mistake doesn't have to throw you.

I can't go through with this.

I'm not the girl you think I am.

I like you for being frank.

You may not understand this.

Today I got fed up with the life I've been leading.

It isn't easy to start over again, is it?

No. It's getting more involved by the minute.

Before I came here tonight. - Forget about before tonight.

From now on is what counts.

Starting right away.

There you are. I've been looking all over for you.

You found me.

This is my friend Jingles Collins.

Miss .. - Smith.

Barbara Smith. - Smith?

Now that's a coincidence. I once knew somebody else named Smith.

What do you say we shake this joint?

I mean, all of us. Go for a walk or something?

That's a good idea. - Don't you have to work?

Linky and I have an agreement.

I can 'shake' this joint any time I please.

That's wonderful.

Here.

Maybe these will make up for the evening.

And these.

I mean .. this.

I thank you.

Actually, I am way ahead.

I never knew a hamburger could taste so good.

Merely the first step in my campaign.

Quote: 'Never try to reform a girl on an empty stomach'.

Unquote.

What's the second step?

I haven't figured that out yet.

You know, I think you had her all wrong.

She seems like an awfully nice girl. - It's going well.

She'll keep Bob interested in his work.

With Bob leaving tomorrow, I don't see what you can promote out of all this.

Don't confuse the issue. I like to worry about one thing at a time.

Hansom cab, folks? - No thanks.

Wait a minute. Bob.

Yeah? - Come here.

What's up? - Want to go for a ride in a hansom?

I'd like it fine. What do you say?

Of course she would. She's been on her feet all night.

What can be more refreshing than a ride through the park on a night like this?

A full moon shining above.

A breeze blowing through the trees.

It fairly speaks of romance.

Romance.

It sounds wonderful to me.

To me too.

What are we waiting for? This way.

There you are.

Have a good time.

Aren't you and Jackie coming too?

No. We'd much rather be alone.

You know the old saying: 'Two is company and ..'

'And four is a lot of people'.

See you later. - Okay. Swell.

Did you mean what you said about wanting to be alone with me?

Well, aren't we?

Jingles, let's take a hansom too. - What?

Ride in a drafty, broken-down relic of the horse and buggy age?

On a night like this?

A minute ago ..

It's fine if a fellow's making a play for a girl.

We've known each other too long for anything like that.

We've known each other too long for anything.

Jingles, how soon will it be before .. - I've already told you.

When the time comes.

But how will you know when the time comes?

Honey.

You know something? - What?

That's a good question.

But.

We haven't done so well with our songs.

Jingles thought you could get Linky to play one.

But if you and he are feuding.

I wish I could help you.

It doesn't matter.

Suppose I told you that you have made a mistake.

I am not Linky's girl and I never even met him.

Barbara, let's keep it honest.

I suppose you're right.

Honesty is the only way.

Forget about the past.

Let's talk about the girl you're going to be.

Why not take a minute for the girl I am right now?

I didn't mean to do that.

You run the nicest reform school in town.

Before you know it I'll need reforming too.

Well, what are we waiting for?

We're not making that mistake again. - Want a bet?

All bets off, Miss.

It's time for Daisy to go back to the stable.

Good heavens. I've got to get home. - Which way, Miss?

Why, right out that entrance.

The first apartment house on the right.

I'll see you to your door.

Never mind. It's not necessary.

But thanks for a wonderful evening and all the good advice.

Afraid I didn't accomplish very much.

You did alright.

You can't expect to change a girl's whole life in one easy lesson.

Then what are you doing for lunch tomorrow?

Just having lunch. By myself.

That's wonderful. I call for you at one.

Goodnight. - Just a minute.

I'd better meet you somewhere.

You might not be able to find the right apartment.

Your name's on the bell, isn't it? Goodnight, Miss Smith.

Anything wrong, Miss?

Shush.

The prince just drove off in the royal coach.

I was watching to see if it turned back into a pumpkin.

Babs.

A little late, isn't it?

I am sorry if I worried you, dad. But ..

Please don't spoil it.

I had more fun tonight than I've had in years.

Alright. Tell me all about it.

I haven't time now. I've got to wake William up.

You need a chauffeur at this hour? - Not to drive me anywhere.

He has to rent an apartment for me so I can entertain a man.

What?

A very handsome young man who's going to protect me.

And make me over into a good girl.

For the love of Pete, what's all this about?

I'll tell you as soon as I can, darling. You trust me, don't you?

Of course I do, but you know mother. She'll never understand.

Are you on her side or mine?

I try to be neutral.

Well, anyone that isn't against me is with me.

Goodnight, dad.

Goodnight, Babs.

My boy, you've missed the boat.

Sorry to wake you, ma'am. But .. - What's leaking now and where?

I don't live here. I came to rent an apartment.

I hope you have a vacancy. - Of course.

Some people moved out last night. Left a lovely apartment.

That's fine. I'll take it.

For a Miss Barbara Smith. When can she move in?

I'd say in about three or four years.

Years?

Young man, I don't know what asylum you escaped from.

But every apartment in town has a waiting list a mile long.

Good morning. - Lady.

Will any of the list redecorate the apartment?

Furnish their own maid service and supply their own linens?

And pay two years rent in advance? - Probably not.

Miss Smith will.

Are you trying to bribe me?

What do you think?

Come in.

It is apartment Number 8. Here's your key, Miss.

Your name is in the directory downstairs.

I think you'll find it all in order. - Thank you, William.

Not a word about this to anyone at home. - Yes, ma'am.

Excuse me.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in.

Bob. I didn't expect you for hours.

Why? It's lunchtime. - It is?

I was so busy with housework I must have lost track of the time.

I'm just mad about dusting and sweeping.

And pottering around. - You must be the domestic type.

Yes. Now you mention it.

A keen place you got here. Had it long?

Long enough.

This being my first visit, you'd better show me around.

Show you around?

Well.

Its main attraction is the view.

On a clear day you can see ..

About a foot.

But it keeps the glare out. - I see.

And with the lights on it's bright and cheery.

Better?

Yes. Much.

But let's continue with the tour.

What's in there?

There?

Why, that is the kitchen.

It's completely equipped.

And that of course, is a double boiler?

I didn't mean this door. I meant ..

That door?

Yes.

Well, here we are.

Oh no.

What do we do now?

You take hold of your side and up she goes.

Well.

I'm sorry to interrupt, Miss Smith. But here is your receipt.

The bed just fell out of the kitchen.

I've never seen a bed like this before.

Very convenient, aren't they?

Very.

How long did you say you'd been here?

I've had the apartment for some time but I've been staying with a friend.

We'd better hurry if we're to go to lunch.

I asked Jingles and Jackie to join us. I hope you don't mind.

Of course not. Where are we meeting them?

The lunch room at Pennsylvania Station They're taking care of the baggage.

Why? Are they catching a train?

No.

But I am.

You see, this is my last day in town.

Your last day?

That's right.

I'm leaving New York this afternoon for good.

I'll tell you all about it on the way downtown.

That is, if we can find the right door out of here.

Before I met you I worked with the biggest songwriters in the business.

When they walked out on me did I try to stop them? No.

You've more talent than them.

It is no use, Jingles. New York is too tough for me.

Every town is tough until you lick it. New York is no different from any other.

It's successes are small town boys who didn't go home when things got tough.

Yeah. Look at me.

Am I running home just because we had a couple of bad breaks?

Jingles, you were born here.

We'd better get the check. - Take care of it. I'll get the baggage.

Can I help?

You think I'd let a girl carry suitcases all the way from the baggage room?

What are you waiting for? Come on.

I guess that ought to hold me.

Thank you.

Well, it was nice while it lasted. - But it should have started sooner.

Or not at all.

Why do you say that? - Because ..

After meeting you I don't want to do what I have to.

What's that? - Go back where I was.

You mean Danceland?

Yes. That's part of it. - But you can't.

A girl has to earn a living.

There's other ways. Better ways.

That's easy to say. - It's easy to do.

Once you make up your mind to do something, stick to it and go after it.

Suppose it takes a little time. Don't quit.

Isn't that what you're doing? - Me?

That's entirely different. - No it isn't.

Yes. I tried everything to get started.

Gosh, if someone would give me just one good reason to stay on, I would.

I think I can.

What is it? - Me.

Huh?

Well, are we ready?

Don't put them down. You must take them to the train.

Wait, Jackie.

Jingles, I decided you're right. - Of course.

About what? - About staying and writing songs.

I shouldn't be so easily discouraged.

Gee, maybe I'm dreaming. - We're having the same dream.

It came over me that I can't be a quitter.

I couldn't let you down like that.

And then .. - Then?

Then Barbara clinched it. - How?

She kissed me.

Why didn't I think of that?

So, Bob decided to stay in town.

Luckily he made me promise to quit my job at Danceland.

I was afraid I'd have to go back there every night.

You want me to get you another job?

I'd rather have Bob think I'm dependent on him.

What's going to happen when he finds out who you are?

He mustn't.

Not until he's more successful.

Then I can break it to him gently.

Meanwhile, do you realize someone is liable to get hurt?

Yes. I do. But ..

Not if I can think of some way to help him.

You'd better think fast.

Your mother is getting suspicious.

You can handle her.

Not when she suspects me too.

Where do you want me to drop you? - Any taxi stand.

I have to stop somewhere to buy a birthday present.

For your boyfriend? - No. For Jingles.

I wish I knew what to get him.

Want me to get it for you? - Would you, dad?

Just any small thing that's appropriate. The name is Jingles Collins.

Jingles Collins?

Have it sent over to my apartment. I'm throwing a small party there.

You leave everything to me.

William. Pull up there, will you?

For he's a jolly good fellow. For he's a jolly good fellow.

For he's a jolly good fellow.

Which I certainly won't deny.

Happy birthday, Jingles. - Speech.

Don't mind if I do. I want to thank you ids for throwing this shindig for me.

I want to say ..

Gosh, it almost makes me willing to become a year older.

Phyllis and I want to propose a toast. - Pete, that's your fifth toast.

It's a very important occasion. Besides, I am thirsty.

To the birthday boy. - Happy birthday.

Maybe I shouldn't drink to myself but I'm thirsty too. Okay, Skol.

I'd like to propose a toast. - Wait.

Before more toasts I'll get some more beer.

There's more in the kitchen.

Need any help? - No. But come in anyway.

Well, just think.

24 years ago today I was born at 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

When?

Okay. 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

Look. It's my birthday.

If I want to make a little joke, let me make a little joke.

Have any luck today?

No. The employment agencies don't have anything for a girl with my experience.

Jackie says there's an opening where she works.

I know. But I wouldn't want to take a job away from someone who needs it.

I mean, I can still hold out for a few more weeks.

You know.

I'm afraid Jingles and I can't even last that long.

It just proves that, rich or poor, it's good to have money.

That's true.

But there are some things more important than money.

You know, you're right.

Here we are. - So I see.

I bet I know what Bob was doing in the kitchen.

Speaking about our new song. - How did you guess?

I'd like to hear it. - You're in the right place. Robert.

Collins and grand. A song for every occasion.

Fill my glass, will you?

You two.

Can you spare a minute to listen to a minor epic?

We've nothing else to do but we'll postpone it.

Okay. Ready, Bob? - Take it.

How empty my life must have been.

Until you walked into my heart.

From that very thrilling moment.

From that glorious start.

Would you believe me?

I love you so.

When you're beside me.

I'm all aglow.

My thoughts just won't assemble.

Each time you speak.

Your smile can make me tremble.

And leave me weak.

Would you believe me?

A wasted day.

Is what I call it.

When you're away.

You are all of my tomorrows.

Still life is through.

Would you believe me?

It always will be you.

Would you believe me?

I love you so.

When you're beside me.

I'm all aglow.

My thoughts just won't assemble.

Each time you speak.

Your smile can make me tremble.

And leave me weak.

Would you believe me?

A wasted day.

Is what I call it.

When you're away.

You're all of my tomorrows.

Still life is through.

Would you believe me?

It always will be ..

You.

Bob, it was wonderful. - This time you've really done it.

Even I like it and I hate music.

Anybody with great talent could have written it.

Isn't Jingles smart? Sometimes I just sit and think about his brain.

Probably the neighbors come to congratulate us.

Yeah? - Jingles Collins?

That's me. - Here.

Thanks.

Sign here. - Hold this.

Okay.

There you are.

That's all? - That's all.

That's the first tip I ever saw without a head on it.

What is it? - It can't be important. It's so small.

Hurry up and unwrap it. - Don't crowd me.

Hey. It's from Tiffany's.

Tiffany's? - It must be a gag.

Don't look at me. I can't even afford to walk down 5th Avenue.

'Jingles. Happy Birthday'. From Barbara.

Barbara? - It's just a thought.

Tiffany's is pretty fancy thinking.

Barbara, you shouldn't have done it.

The most beautiful present I ever saw. - You must have hit a jackpot somewhere.

Well, they have a sale on and they are practically giving them away.

Can I see it? - But don't breathe on it.

Babs, I don't know how to thank you.

I never had such a thing in my life.

After your songs are published you'll have lots of things like it.

Yeah. But I won't like them as much.

You've held that long enough. We got a reservation at Wong Fu's at 7 o'clock.

You kids go ahead. I'll stay with Barbara to help clean up.

Don't be too long as I'm just starved. - It was a swell party.

I'm for doing this every day. - Why not? Always someone's birthday.

Well, the place doesn't look so bad.

I think they liked that party. Don't you?

Yeah, yeah. Fine.

What's the matter?

Is it Linky again or someone else?

What are you talking about?

Didn't it occur to you I might wonder how you can afford a present like that?

Jingles has been so sweet to me. I wanted to give him something that ..

That .. - Costs 4 or 5 hundred dollars?

Barbara, where did you get the money?

Well.

Linky sent me some jewelled clips from Tiffany's as a peace offering.

Naturally, I sent them back. - Go on.

Well, Linky wouldn't accept a refund so Tiffany's established a credit for me.

I felt for a good cause like this ..

It would not be wrong to use it.

But it is. After all, you're still spending Linky's money.

Come over here and sit down.

Barbara.

I see how you can like the expensive things his big bank account can buy.

But that is all over. - Evidently, it isn't.

Can't you see what that does to us?

I may as well ask a Park Avenue heiress to come and grub along on what I make.

If this heiress really loved you it would make no difference at all.

That's dream stuff.

She'd be miserable and so would I. Those things just don't work out.

You and Jingles will be rich before you know it.

That's more dream stuff.

The only way we'll get started is to publish our first few songs ourselves.

Then that's the answer. - That and the money it would cost.

If you know a tree where I can pick a nice, new, green 1000-dollar bill ..

You don't pick them off trees anymore. You have to dig for them.

Which gives little Barbara an idea.

Come on. The kids are waiting for us.

Wait a minute. Not so fast.

What's this idea of yours?

Tomorrow morning I'm going to get myself a shovel.

I just remembered where some buried treasure is hidden.

Gee, there's pages and pages of pawnbrokers.

Forget it, Jingles.

Barbara, we won't take it.

Stop being stubborn.

If you can pawn it for enough to publish your songs there's no reason not to.

The answer is still no.

Maybe he's right. I can just as easily hock my cigarette case.

No. That was a birthday present.

My birthday is next month. If anybody cares.

Interesting.

Look, Bob. Let's be sensible.

What good is that bracelet doing gathering dust in an old tin box?

Besides, it's a straight business proposition.

I supply the capital and get one third of the profits.

What profits?

Plenty when you get started.

I never thought of that.

Come on.

We're off to Square Deal Charlie. - Wait.

Majority rules. I am in favor and so is Jingles.

Sure. - I'm against it.

Okay. That leaves the deciding vote up to Jack.

Jackie.

Here.

It won't affect you anyway.

You're outvoted three to one. Come on, minority.

What's on your mind, gentlemen? - We would ..

Would like to pawn that bracelet.

Where did you get it?

It's an old family heirloom.

How much do you want on it? - How much can we get?

Anything up to five thousand dollars.

Five grand?

How much is that thing worth? - Plenty.

We only want a thousand. We'll redeem in a couple of weeks.

Just a minute.

You'd better write your name, address and business in the ledger.

A suspicious old character. He acts like we're a couple of crooks.

The bracelet must be worth 15 or 20 thousand dollars.

How did Barbara have a thing like that?

Lots of people don't know the value of things.

Bob. - What is it?

Look at this headline.

'Police dragnet out for beautiful girl burglar'.

Read it. Read it.

'According to police, the girl who left the Devereau home after the robbery'.

'Was an amateur on her first job'.

'The list of the loot includes a diamond sapphire ring ..'

'And an antique diamond bracelet'.

'And several items of men's jewelry'.

Pawnbrokers are warned to be on the lookout for it.

A diamond bracelet, a beautiful girl?

A man's jewelry? That could be the cigarette case.

You don't suppose .. - What do you think?

I think we'd better leave before uncle calls the cops.

The cops? - Yeah.

Come on.

That Barbara sure helped us into a fine mess.

If we're caught with a hot bracelet we're cooked.

But she's safe and will be as long as she stays with Jackie.

Hey.

Look.

Now she's stolen a car.

We've got to stop her.

What do we do now?

Well.

Let's go to her apartment and wait. She's bound to show up sometime.

You take the bracelet for now. - Why?

Having it in my pocket makes me see bars in front of my eyes.

I'm getting worried.

She may have been picked up by the cops.

Either that or she read the newspapers and scrammed.

No.

If what I'm thinking is right the papers mean nothing to her.

Why not? She can read.

Because she doesn't know she stole the bracelet or any of the other stuff.

There's only one explanation. - What?

Schizophrenic kleptomania.

Where is that?

No, Jingles. Look.

Sometimes, apparently normal people have spells ..

When they steal everything not nailed down and have no recollection of it.

Certainly.

Everybody knows that.

She doesn't. - Why not?

Because a schizophrenic is a split personality.

Two separate people living in the same physical frame.

One way of solving the housing shortage. - No, Jingles. This is very serious.

Shush. She comes.

Remember to act normal. In her condition she mustn't be frightened.

Humor her, huh? - That's right.

Okay.

Hello Barbara.

Jingles and Bob. What are you doing here?

Look. Don't you worry about a thing.

Trust us.

We'll take you to a fine doctor and he'll straighten it all out.

If we don't run into a cop on the way.

What's this all about?

She doesn't remember a thing. - Isn't that terrible?

Are you out of your minds? - Tut-tut.

You leave everything to us.

We are your friends and we'll protect you.

From what? - From yourself.

Would you mind explaining what this is all about?

Barbara.

Think back.

Don't you remember anything? - A custom-built convertible maybe?

You saw me in it? - Yes. We did.

What's wrong with that? I borrowed it from a friend.

It's no good, Barbara. We know the truth.

You do? - Yes.

But it doesn't make any difference.

You really mean that? - Of course I do.

I've never been so relieved in my life.

That makes one of us.

All this time I wanted to tell you both, but ..

I was afraid. - I understand.

It wasn't really your fault.

You just couldn't help yourself.

Once I got started I couldn't stop.

It will be different from now on.

We'll ..

We will just return this.

And the rest of the stuff that you .. borrowed.

Rest of the stuff? - Don't say another word.

Jingles, I'll handle it. - She's an imposter.

Look.

Then .. then you're not .. - Not what?

The girl bandit. - Girl bandit?

Of course not. I don't even look like her.

What made you think I was?

Simple. She stole a bracelet. You gave us a bracelet to pawn.

She stole some men's jewelry. You gave me a gold cigarette case.

She is a girl and I am a girl so we must be one and the same?

Sure.

When we saw you in the convertible we figured you swiped it to make a getaway.

We didn't blame you as Bob said you were a schizo ..

Or a frenic.

A nut.

So that's what you thought I was?

Yes.

If you're not, there's a lot I don't understand.

I know. But it's a long, long story.

I'd like to hear about it right now. - No. You pick me up for dinner and ..

When you're relaxed and in a calm, quiet mood I'll answer all your questions.

And try to straighten everything out.

I say you'd better think up some good questions.

Because by dinnertime, she'll have some mighty good answers.

Sorry to bother you, dad. But I've a big favor to ask of you.

Can you come to my apartment right away? It's very urgent.

I'll bet it is.

Alright, baby. I'll be over in five minutes.

Hello Mrs Davis. - Good afternoon.

Miss Smith.

You sound very convincing, Miss Grant.

I'd like to help your brother but publishing a song is a big gamble.

Would ..

This cover your possible losses?

To make a long story short, yes.

Andrew Wyngate?

He is our uncle.

If relatives won't help you, who will?

Only Bob is very independent.

Time and again he's refused help from anyone. So ..

He mustn't know I gave you that check or been here to see you.

I understand. I'll draw the contracts up.

Can you call him right away?

It's important that he finds out about it this afternoon.

Of course.

Get me Collins and Grant on the phone.

Okay? - Thank you, Mr Wells.

When are you going to tell your brother the truth?

Right after I marry him.

Right after you marry him.

What?

You know, it's funny Barbara wouldn't say what it's all about.

No it isn't. She probably needed more time to figure out what to say.

Jingles. Telephone.

A music publisher.

Music?

Collins of Collins & Grant speaking.

Wells of Zenith Music speaking.

I haven't forgotten you boys.

I may be able to work out a deal to publish your songs.

Did you say 'publish'?

I did.

You're probably tied up now but I want you to come here when you get a chance.

Will 3 minutes be too late?

Come on.

I'm too excited to read this contract. You tell me what it says.

It says the Zenith Music Corporation agrees to publish our songs.

We're a success. - Say it again.

No. I'll go to Barbara's and tell her.

You shouldn't meet her until dinnertime. - I know. But I can't wait.

I can't wait either.

Where will I go?

If you're looking for Miss Smith, she has gone out.

You can wait inside if you want.

But when she goes out with him she rarely comes back.

With him?

Who? - Her other friend.

I'm afraid I don't know who you mean.

Very distinguished. Real handsome for a man over fifty.

And plenty of money from the look of the car he takes her out in.

You must be mistaken.

Young man, I am no novice at this game.

I started watching her after I became suspicious.

Suspicious? - Yes.

After all, her friend's chauffeur rented the apartment for her.

She carries a roll of bills that would scare a bank teller.

And she never sleeps here. Wouldn't that make you suspicious?

Yeah.

It might.

Don't you want to go inside?

No thanks. I will wait downstairs.

Darling.

You've never looked lovelier.

Thank you.

I hope Bob thinks so too. That's why I went home to change.

As long as I am going to tell him who I am, I thought I'd better look my best.

Do you need me for anything else?

You've done more than enough already.

From now on I'll try to handle it myself.

Thanks again for the check. You're a perfect darling.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

Babs, haven't you forgotten something?

Sorry.

Goodbye for now. - Goodbye, sweetheart.

It's the craziest thing I ever heard of.

We stuck around all this time and when we make the grade you want to go home.

No use arguing, Jingles. I've made up my mind.

I don't understand it, Bob. What happened?

Did you have a fight with Barbara? - Why should I?

We know the kind of girl she is.

Nothing she does would surprise me. - What is it?

Is it something I've done? - It's nobody's fault.

I've just decided I'm a small-town kid and don't belong in New York.

But we just signed a contract.

Let's not talk about it. - I got to.

Suppose our first song is a hit. They'll want some more.

We have enough material to last a year.

If that's the way you feel about it.

Those poor plants.

I guess I'll just have to let them die.

I heard that routine before.

You can't blame me for trying.

No.

A bus leaves for Sperryville in forty-five minutes and I'll be on it.

Okay. I'll take these.

No, Jingles. You don't have to go to the station with me.

Sure I do.

You'd do the same thing for me if I was running out on you.

At a time like this I wish Jackie was here.

That reminds me, Jingles. Say goodbye to her.

You can't even say goodbye to me. You will be back.

I just can't believe he's gone.

The place doesn't seem the same without him.

Don't take it so hard, Jingles.

Gee, it isn't as if you lost everything.

You still have little Jackie.

Little Jingles knows that.

Jingles.

Why don't you marry me? - Things are tough enough as they are.

I guess you just don't love me.

Sure I do.

Gee, we've only known each other for six years.

We don't want to rush into anything.

Oh, Jingles.

Hello Barbara.

Where is Bob? - Didn't you know?

Know what?

He left for Sperryville last night.

Sperryville? - Yeah.

Why?

I thought you could answer that.

No.

All I know is, he was supposed to meet me for dinner but didn't show up.

You didn't see him yesterday afternoon? - No.

I guess she doesn't know any more about it than we do.

Is there some way I can reach him?

Sure. Just call the Sperryville operator.

The Sperryville operator.

You'll have to wait a few days.

He's travelling by bus and they haven't invented bus-talkies yet.

I'll call him as soon as he gets there.

I've got to find out just why he did this to me.

While you're at it, find out why he did it to me too, will you?

Jingles. - I know. I still got little Jackie.

I'll get it.

Bob.

Long distance again.

That same girl who called last night and this morning.

I don't want to speak to her, mom. - Bob.

You know that's not polite. - I'm sorry.

Just tell her she's wasting her time and her money.

Alright, son.

I see.

Well, thank you and I'm sorry to have troubled you.

That does it.

He still won't talk to you, huh?

I don't understand him.

I'm not calling him again.

You can be sure of that. - What have you got in mind?

Willard.

Willard?

He's about to get a big surprise.

Why?

Because for a change, I'm going to keep a date with him.

Would you believe me?

I love you so.

When you are beside me.

I'm all aglow.

My thoughts just won't assemble.

Each time you speak.

Your smile can make me tremble.

And leave me weak.

Would you believe me?

A wasted day.

You like that tune, don't you?

Uhuh.

It was written by someone ..

I used to know.

When you are away.

You are all of my tomorrows.

Until life is through.

Would you believe me?

There always will be ..

You.

A fine state of affairs.

I signed the hottest songwriters in the country but I can't get any new songs.

He just refuses to come back to New York.

Did you tell him about the show Hugo Bronson wants you two to do for him?

Yeah. I even threatened to write the music myself. But he still won't budge.

I don't know what else I can do.

Jingles, forget it.

You did everything you could. - Yeah. I guess I did.

No .. no I didn't. - What do you mean?

Jackie.

Prepare yourself for a shock.

The time has come. - Time for what?

That question you always ask me. - What question?

You know: 'when are we going to ..' - When are we going to what?

Only way to get Bob back to New York.

If we ask him to be best man at our wedding.

Jingles.

We'll really get married?

No. But what Bob don't know won't hurt him.

And it will help me a lot.

Pardon me, Mr Wells. Collins and Grant are outside.

Collins and Grant? Send them in.

We're in.

Grant. Good to see you back. How soon will you get to work?

Sorry, Mr Wells. I'm only in town for Jingles wedding.

I didn't know you were getting married. - You didn't?

Well, I guess I forgot to tell you.

Jingles.

You're not trying to pull a fast one on me?

How can you say that, Bob?

Sometimes I think you don't trust me. - Sometimes I don't.

Why haven't I seen Jackie since I've been back?

Jackie?

She's gone home for the weekend. - Home?

She went to get her mother's consent.

Beside the point. The thing is, when am I going to get some new tunes from you?

Speak to Jingles. I leave for Sperryville after the ceremony.

Bob.

I kinda hate to say this. But I will.

You're not being fair to Mr Wells.

Think of everything he's done for us. - Think of it.

You've made enough in royalties to pay your sister back the money you owe her.

My sister?

Sure. I wasn't to tell you this but before we signed the contract ..

Your sister game me a check for a thousand bucks to cover any losses.

Which one of his sisters was it?

She said her name was Barbara. - Barbara?

I might have known. - Where would she get a thousand bucks?

The check was signed by your uncle, Andrew Wyngate.

My uncle?

He's always doing little things for me.

Looks like he does little things for Barbara too.

He sounds like a swell guy. - Yeah. Swell.

You know something? I don't get this.

Come outside and I'll tell you.

Wait a minute. - We'll see you later, Mr Wells.

Tell me. What's all this about? - It's quite a story.

The day left town I found out someone was paying for Barbara's apartment.

I didn't believe it. Then I saw her drive up in a limousine with an old guy.

You mean Wyngate? - It must have been.

Anyway, that's when I decided I'd had enough.

Look. If she did take money from him she only did it to help us.

That's one way to look at it.

We'll pay Barbara a little visit.

If you feel that way, why do you want to see her?

Because she has something coming to her. - Like what?

Like one third of our profits. - Oh.

Oh yeah.

I am sorry. Miss Smith moved out some time ago.

Did she leave a forwarding address?

No, and I have no idea where she is.

Thanks for the hint.

I hear you were looking for me.

Very definitely.

You'd better sit down and hold tight.

Sounds ominous.

So?

What would you say if I told you I was about to marry Willard?

I would say, don't do it.

Why not?

Willard has been very patient.

And sweet.

And he belongs on our side of the tracks.

I never found that to be very important.

I did.

Well, it's not what I hoped for.

You seem to have made up your mind.

About everything but the time and the place.

Don't worry.

If I know your mother, she'll arrange those details.

We're going to meet in some place like Elkman and ..

And be married with as little fuss as possible.

Why don't you call Bob once more?

Because I'm no longer interested.

Besides, how long can a girl wait for the phone to ring?

Maybe I should get in touch with him. - No, Dad.

Promise me that you won't interfere.

And you won't tell anyone about the elopement.

I promise.

I won't tell anyone about the elopement.

Long distance?

This is Rhinelander 5-8-8-2-3.

Will you try my call again to Mr Willard Deckerr.

At the Rexford Hotel.

Washington D.C.

Someone wants to see you or Mr Grant. Says his name is Wyngate.

Wyngate? I'll see him.

Mr Collins?

I am Andrew Wyngate. - You're Andrew Wyngate, eh?

You've a nerve walking in here after all the trouble you caused.

I've caused? - Quit stalling.

We know all about Barbara's apartment and who paid the rent.

So that's it.

I had a feeling that apartment was a little obvious.

Yeah. You should have been smarter than that.

Too bad a right guy like Bob had to fall in love with a girl like her.

Am I to understand he was in love with Barbara until he found out about me?

Are you kidding? Why do you think he left New York?

Jingles, you must hear these four bars. - Big news, Bob.

Your Uncle Andrew just dropped in. - Uncle?

What do you want? - A few words with you.

We have nothing to talk about. - I think we have.

Miss Smith feels that she is entitled to a share in your profits.

That's right. She'll get it.

She hasn't so far. - Only because we couldn't find her.

Suppose I offered to take you to her?

That would be okay with me.

You'd better mean that, young man as I am calling your bluff right now.

You know, Wyngate. I feel kinda sorry for you.

Barbara made saps out of both you guys but she made a bigger one out of you.

I can't believe it. - I almost feel sorry for Barbara.

Gee, it isn't her fault. The poor kid just wasn't raised right.

That's what my wife says.

Your wife knows about Barbara? - Of course.

She sees nothing wrong in our relationship.

She must be awful broad-minded.

About some things.

As a matter of fact, she and Barbara are together right now.

Together? Where? - At my home.

I guess I must be old-fashioned. - No.

Barbara has been so upset lately I just didn't want her to be alone.

How can she even face your wife?

They are very fond of each other.

You see, it is a nice, cozy arrangement.

Darling, I'd like you to meet some of Barbara's friends.

How do you do?

Always a pleasure.

I only wish Barbara would bring her friends here more often.

You sure are nice to her under the circumstances.

I'd be a strange sort of woman if I weren't.

She's never been as close to me as she has to ..

Mr Wyngate. But then ..

Darling.

We need to see Barbara as soon as possible.

Yes. Of course. I'm glad you dropped in.

It's so hard for Mr Wyngate and me to keep her amused.

I wouldn't have believed it.

She sure must love you to take it on the chin like that.

Yeah. You should be ashamed of yourself.

Yes.

I may be a foolish man to risk losing my wife for the sake of a little ..

Gold-digger.

You have to admit she is a gold-digger.

She's certainly gotten plenty out of me.

You really love your wife, don't you? - Yes.

And I idolise my little girl.

You've got a kid?

A little sweetheart.

You boys would love her.

Especially you.

Here is her first baby picture. She won't like me showing you this.

Some figure.

Someday I want to have a little girl just like that.

Maybe you will.

Stranger things have happened.

How old is she now?

Old enough.

She is very pretty. - She sure is.

How can a man like you .. - Bob.

What? - Look.

It's ..

It's Barbara.

She is yours? You are her ..

She is your .. - Daughter.

No, no. - Yes, yes.

Going somewhere, boys? - Out, out, out.

Andrew.

It's Barbara. She's done it.

Suicide? - Done what?

Eloped. Can't you read?

She can't do that to us. - Come on. There may still be time.

Elkman. And don't worry about tickets.

How do you know she'll forgive me? - Don't worry about that.

I only hope we get there on time.

I just hope we get there.

All we have to do is find out which house she's in.

That's all, huh? Look.

'37 Marriage Chapels'.

We each take a different street.

Look for her car and yell when you find it.

Okay.

Hey.

Come here.

Look.

There it is.

If there be anyone present who knows why this ceremony should not be performed.

Let him speak now.

Or forever after hold his peace.

Wait. Stop that wedding.

He is not the right man.

Mind your own business. He's the best I could get.

I ..

Bob, what are you doing here? - Barbara, you got to listen to me.

I am sorry, Bob. It's too late.

Babs.

You mean you're already married?

No. Willard isn't here yet. - Well, come on.

We still have time. - Time for what?

For you to marry her.

I wouldn't marry him if he begged me. - Which I won't.

Keep out of this.

He wouldn't even let me explain.

Because I didn't understand. - Quiet.

You'll have time to fight that out after you're married.

This is where I usually say: 'You may now kiss the bride'.

Oh?

Oh.

What about the bridesmaid?

Congratulations, son. - Thanks.

Thanks, Dad.

Good luck, Bob. - Thanks, Jingles.

Mrs Grant.

Fare?

Thank you very much.

I don't understand. Where is Barbara going?

On her honeymoon.

That's ridiculous. We're not even married yet.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Hey. Look out.

No, fellows. I tell you, no, no.

We only want an interview with Miss Wyngate. That is, Mrs Grant.

Be reasonable. They've had a very tough day.

Too bad. But they're news.

When a heiress kills her fianc�e and marries another guy at the last minute.

The public wants to know.

Can't they wait until morning?

They had a long trip here after the accident, and besides that.

It's their wedding night.

We may give them a break. - So do it.

You wouldn't like it on your wedding night.

Would you?

I'm convinced.

We'll be back tomorrow morning.

Thanks a lot, fellows.

So long.

Jingles.

You shouldn't look in there.

Our wedding night.

Their wedding night.

Their wedding night?

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