All language subtitles for Dwan Allan - Inside Story (1948) [VO]

Hi Uncle Ed. Is that a new truck?
─ Yep.

─ You farmers must be doing alright.

Not so good for a good year,
but not so bad for a bad year.

I saw you bring in some pigs the other
day. How much did you get for them?

Not so much as I figured I might,
but I never thought I would.

Good morning Uncle Ed.
─ Hello Jim.

Think it looks like rain?
─ Not until it starts falling.

This shop is a track this morning.
─ Which end?

What do you think of
the political situation?

Well, whatever it is, I'm agin it.

There you are.
─ Thanks Jim.

Morning Mr Mason.
─ Hello Jim.

Hello Uncle Ed.
─ Hello Mason.

You too, eh?
─ Me too, what?

Putting your cash on ice.

Is that what you're doing?
─ That's what everybody's doing.

Look .. twenty-thousand smackeroos.

Black market?
─ No, it came over the top of the table.

What are you putting it in there for?
─ That's what you're doing, ain't it?

Oh no. Mine are government bonds.

My dollars are out
helping run the country.

Looks like they expect our
dollars to run the world.

Not me. I'm going to be ready this time.
─ Ready for what, this time?

Remember 1933?

What's your twenty-thousand
smackeroos got to do with 1933?

We're heading that way again, and fast.
─ Yeah?

What give you that impression?
─ Why the writing is on the wall.

Higher prices, higher wages. Money
getting tighter. Trouble abroad.

Business recession, a shrinking dollar.

A dollar won't do much
for a person these days.

That's because a person won't
do much for a dollar these days.

You take a tip from me, Old-Timer. Turn
those bonds into cash and be ready.

Oh, you give me a pain in the ankle.

You with your "writing on the wall". Why
don't you just say what's biting you?

What's that?
─ Fear.

You're afraid of your
own shadow, Mason.

You're scared of a lot of bogey-men, so
you're hiding cash in the strongbox.

Where I can put my hands
on it when I need it.

You mentioned 1933. These
boxes were loaded with gold then.

Thousands of dollars hoarded
away by panicky people.

And every vault in the
country was the same.

Billions of dollars of gold and
cash put out of circulation.

Locked up where it could
do nobody no good. Why?

Nobody knew the answer .. greed
and ignorance from the top down.

Mammon making monkeys out of men.

But anyway, we had a heck of a panic
and the worst depression in our history.

And we've had some beauties!
─ You're telling me.

Wait a minute. Don't
try to brush me off.

I ain't going to preach a moral, or tell
you how the country ought to be run.

But when you mentioned 1933 that
put me in mind of a thousand dollars.

And what a lot of good it did to a lot
of folks right here .. in Silver Creek.

It was the 4th year of the depression.
This town was deader than a mackerel.

Mills were shut down, workers gone,
banks closed .. everybody broke.

Farming like everything
else was bankrupt in '33.

So I was helping Horace Taylor
run the Silver Creek Inn.

He was a nice fellow, kind and honest.
But the crash of '29 had wiped him out.

All he had left was the Inn.

And business was so bad that even
the cockroaches went out to eat.

Johnson give you any more credit?
─ That's for tomorrow.

How we going to eat?

We won't at the prices J. J. is charging.
Eggs .. 20 cents a dozen.

Sirloin steak, 35 cents a
pound. Chicken 21 cents.

And milk .. 10 cents a
quart. It's like eating gold.

Doggone this blasted depression!

Who started it anyway?

Nobody knows .. it's all a mystery.

Some say financing the war by
borrowing from the people caused it.

Some say lack of confidence.
Others say buying on credit did it.

Still others blame it on
our generosity to Europe.

The Republicans blame the Democrats.
The Democrats blame the Republicans.

Management blames labor.
And Labor blames management.

There is only one thing we're
sure of .. we're all broke.

And I hear tell that we made
the world safe for democracy.

You haven't a thousand dollars
I could borrow, have you?

I got a $1,000 life-insurance
policy Horace.

But I got to be dead if
you want to collect it.

Don't tempt me!

Horace! Horace!
─ Take it easy, you'll bust a gasket.

You should have seen it.
─ Seen what?

That daughter of yours, Francine.
─ What's she been up to now?

She's just the greatest girl the world.
─ We know all that. What did she do?

It seems the Widow Allen owed the
bank 60 dollars on a chattel mortgage.

They sent the Sheriff to sell her out.
─ Wait a second, wait a second.

I thought the new President declared
a bank holiday. ─ He did.

You can't take money out of the bank but
you've got to put it in if you owe it.

Go on, go on. What did Francine do?
─ When she got wind of the auction ..

She did a regular "Paul Revere"
and gathered up all the neighbors.

Then some of the fellows put the
auctioneer in the fruit cellar.

And Francine took over the gavel.
─ That's illegal.

Not when the Sheriff's on your side.

The bank ordered an auction and
by glory, Francine sure gave them one!

What did she do?
─ She had the neighbors buy up the cows.

Depending on the dollar, and then they
all give them back to the Widow Allen.

What about the auctioneer?
─ She had a collection and got 60 bucks.

And paid off the auctioneer.
─ Pretty girl.

I tell you Horace, it's the best thing
that's happened since the depression.

I got to go write it up for The Bugle.
─ And spell her name right this time!

Oh, what a girl, what a girl.
─ When she comes in, I want to see her.

Francine was a fine girl.
The apple of her father's eye.

But there was a worm in the apple.
A young artist named Waldo Williams.

What's that for?
─ A check from the Steiner Art Gallery.

Oh, I do hope they sold your painting.

Well, if they did, I'll buy
you any present you want.

How's about a wedding ring?

Is that a proposal?
─ Certainly. Will you marry me?

You know I've said Yes every
time you've asked me.

What am I supposed to
do? Set the date too?

I'm not sure you can support me in the
manner I have no right to be accustomed.

When, as, and if, you're paintings
are recognized, we'll live in luxury.

Hmm .. and in the meantime?
─ Well, we're living aren't we?

We are? I mean we are.

On your father .. I already
owe him over 900 bucks.

Hello .. who?

Ab Follansbee? No, he ain't here.

What? Oh you are Ab Follansbee.

Ab, somebody been trying to get you
on the phone for the last few seconds.

Eh? Oh it was you. How you been?

Who is going to be a father? You are?

Well take it easy. Don't let it get you.

Fellows like you have been becoming
fathers for quite a while now.

Okay, I'm listening .. a
man from New York?

Money for you?

Alright, I'll tell him as soon
as he gets here. Bye, Ab.

Welcome to Silver Creek Inn.
What can I do for you, folks?

Oh, hello Francine, hello.
Hello Waldo, hello.

Hi Uncle Ed.
─ Waldo, there's a letter for you.

From where? New York?
─ It's from the Art Gallery.

Look, give it to him, give it to him.
─ Now let me see, you're in, uh ..

Sixteen!
─ Where?

Steiner Art Galleries.
─ Cross those fingers again.

What is it darling? Is it a check?

You know that guy who was
going to buy that picture?

He backed out?

He sure did. Out of a 50th-story
window. Another Wall Street sucker.

I guess you're going to have to
wait a little while for that ring.

I'll take the gear upstairs.

I could have sworn there was a letter
here for Waldo, Francine. Be patient ..

Hello Dad.
─ Hello "Paul Revere".

Oh, you heard about the auction?
─ I did. Eph's printing it in The Bugle.

I had to do it Dad.

Just because the financial world
has got itself all fouled up ..

Is no reason people like Mrs Allen should
suffer. She didn't cause the depression.

You're not angry?
─ Angry?

Of course not. It's
great training for you.

Tomorrow or the next day, you'll
be doing the same thing for me.

I will?

J.J. Johnson will be sending the
Sheriff and the auctioneer over here.

You're not serious?

If there's one thing I am
my dear, it's serious.

And I want to have a serious
talk with you about Waldo.

Oh Dad, please don't
be hard on Bill today.

Bill? .. Who's Bill?
─ He doesn't like me to call him Waldo.

So you won't pick on him, will you.
─ Pick on him?

How can a man who's owed the money
Waldo owes me, possibly pick on him?

He's just had a very tough break.

What happened?

The picture he thought he had sold
in New York. The deal fell through.

Well ..

Since that was to be my money, it seems
I'm the one who's had the tough break.

I didn't take you out of college
to start supporting him.

Give him a chance, Dad.
─ I'm owed money, and I owe money.

My Yankee ancestors are
spinning in their graves.

"Ah, the time-old battle. Father against
daughter. Money against love."

"I was betting on Francine to win."

Give Bill just a little bit more time.

Well .. you know how I feel about it.
─ Oh, thanks Dad .. here.

Oh .. we shouldn't have let Aggie go.
─ Oh nonsense.

She was always getting her thumb
in the soup-bowl when she served.

Besides, we couldn't afford her any more.
─ I know.

I appreciate you doing it,
but must wear this thing?

I not only must but I must.
Come on dear, get your lunch.

I heard the argument. What's all the
fuss about? ─ Money.

Who's got money?

Waldo hasn't. That's what
all the fuss is about.

Well if Waldo hasn't got any
money, why fuss about it?

The country can't run without money.
─ This hotel has been running without it.

Not much longer, Ed.
─ Where is all the money, anyhow?

I don't know. Bank vaults maybe ..
─ But why in thunder, close the banks?

Money in the vaults won't do
nobody no good. Not even the bank.

They had to close the banks to stop
a panic. ─ I don't get it.

Here .. here's a quarter.

I put it in the bank so it will
be safe and draw interest.

Now I want to buy a good cigar.

The President declares a bank holiday.
I can't get money out. What do I do?

You borrow on your credit.
─ You got a cigar?

Sure.
─ My credit good?

Thanks .. well, maybe the government
ain't so dumb after all.

Just a minute, Ed .. the bank you
deposited your quarter in is unsound.

The bank examiners won't let it
re-open .. your credit is all tied up.

The bank had to foreclose.
─ Hey.

"Yes, sir .. money's a funny thing."

"You worry when you got it,
and you worry when you ain't."

"What was it Ab Follansbee said about a
man coming from New York with money?"

This will do.

Are you sure the truck
will go by here, Eddie?

Sure I'm sure. This is the main
road from the border, ain't it.

If you say so, Eddie.

Sure. We'll wait in this flop joint
and let the truck barrel through.

Pick it up on the hill side of
town. Escort it to New York.

If you say so, Eddie.
─ I say so.

Welcome to Silver Creek Inn.

What can I do for you, ladies?

Hello Pop .. you mind if we use
your lobby to hang around?

We're waiting on a business deal.
─ Oh .. sure .. help yourself.

Are you the fellow with the money?
─ Ha?

Is Ab Follansbee expecting you?
─ Who's Follansbee?

No .. I guess you're not the fellow.

I'm hungry Eddie.

Where do we put a on a feed-bag Pop?
─ Dining room is in there. 50c apiece.

Will you keep your eyes
peeled for us, Pop?

We're watching for a truck. Calley
Express Co. If it comes by, buzz us, huh?

I'll watch like a hawk.
─ Thanks Pop.

Have a cigar?
─ Don't mind if I do.

Over here, Hawk.
─ Oh.

You getting out here, Audrey?

Oh no Mrs Atherton, George will
take me right over to the house.

Remember what I've told you, child.

I've seen three generations of
O'Connor men, and they're all alike.

Irish, high-spirited and
sensitive. Every one of them.

You're right about that. I guess that's
why I married Tom in the first place.

I'm glad we had our little talk on
the train .. keep your chin up, dear.

Oh, you won't tell Tom
about it, will you?

Do I look like the kind of woman with
a mouth big enough to put my foot in?

Don't answer that!
─ Hello Geraldine.

Hi Ed, how are you?

Not as bad as I look.
Not as good as I feel.

Hello Audrey, it's nice to see you.
Tom will be glad you're back.

Thank you Uncle Ed, that goes both ways.
─ I'll take your bags.

Nonsense Ed, I'm stronger than you are.

Goodbye Audrey, give my love to Tom.
─ I will. Goodbye.

Over the river.
─ Over the river.

Do you still believe the earth
goes around the sun?

It certainly does.
─ Oh, poppycock.

Don't I see it coming up every
morning and going down at night?

With your brain you ought to be a very
happy man. You got a room for me?

Got rooms for a convention.
─ A place full of echoes, huh?

Yeah. The only guest we've got is
Waldo Williams and he's on the house.

I suppose you want the usual room, eh?
─ Fine.

Say .. who owns that big, black job out
front with the New York license plates?

Looks to me like a couple of gangsters.
─ Bootleggers?

Nice fellows. They gave me a cigar.

We won't be seeing those
boys around much longer.

Beer's coming back, and they'll
repeal prohibition pretty quick.

Well, it suits me.

A body can't sleep with those heavy booze
trucks running down here from Canada.

Want to go right up?

I'll have a bite of lunch first. Dining
room open? ─ Yep. Temporarily.

Knock, knock.
─ Who's there?

Nona. ─ Nona who?
─ None of your business.

Not bad, huh?
─ Haha. Pretty good young fellah.

Listen. Knock, knock.
─ Who's there? ─ Greta.

Greta who?
─ Gret along little doggie, gret along!

That's a Lulu, Old-Timer.
I got to remember that one.

But catch this .. what is it?

Indian riding in a V8.

Don't take it so hard.

That got its hash-box in the civil war.

Welcome to Silver Creek Inn.
─ No. I'm not staying. My name's Peabody.

Eustace Peabody. Acme Collection Agency.

There's nothing to collect around
here. Not even garbage.

And the boss has gone away.
Been away for a long while.

Well I'm not collecting, I'm delivering.
─ Garbage? ─ Oh no.

Of course not. I'm supposed to meet a man
"Ab Follansbee" .. have you seen him?

No. He hasn't been in town for a while.
─ He ought to be here. He's late now.

I've got to get the afternoon
train back to New York.

Follansbee! I knew I had
something to remember.

Are you the fellow with the money?

Don't shout it .. yes.

Well Ab told me to tell you he'll be
late, he's having a baby. His wife is ..

A baby .. he's got a gall bringing me
up here to this hole-in-the-ground.

He wouldn't take a check by mail.

Ab's no fool. You can't cash
a check with the banks closed.

What am I supposed to do while
this yokel's paging the stork?

Don't get yourself in a sweat. Go in
there and get yourself something to eat.

Ab will probably be here by the
time you get back. Fifty cents please.

Baby stork.

Welcome to Silver Creek Inn.

It's me again. I want to put this dough
in the safe until Follansbee gets here.

Yeah, sure.
─ Well, count it. Give me a receipt.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. Ten dollars.
─ Ten dollars? Those are hundreds.

Huh? Hundreds?

A thousand dollars, a thousand
dollars! What do you know.

Just give me a receipt.
Give me a receipt.

Don't look now, Eddie, but
your heat is showing.

Thanks Rocky.

Hey Eddie.
─ What's on your chest?

A tattooed horse.
─ Which way is it going?

Oh quit your kidding. This is serious.

If they repeal prohibition, it's
going to be tough on us guys.

Yeah, this could be our last escort job.

Hey, I got an idea.

I know, a grand idea.
─ With that grand we can buy a racehorse.

Nothing doing. You have to feed horses.
I'll put my dough in a legit' business.

Like what for instance?

Like slot-machines for instance.
The suckers feed them,

Not me .. I'm not putting my
half in those slot-machines.

Alright, buy yourself half a horse.

There you are.

A thousand dollars.

There you are. Safe as a bug-in-a-rug.

Knock, knock. ─ Who's there?
─ Felix. ─ Felix who?

Feel excited? Hee hee ..

"Well, that's how the thousand
dollars came to Silver Creek."

"And I was thinking how much good it
could do for Horace Taylor and Francine."

"And a lot of other people."

"Men and women marching the streets
with empty baskets and empty hearts."

"Banding together in futile protest
at the fate which had befallen them."

Twelve million willing workers made
idle by the economic disaster."

"Standing around in stunned silence,
wondering what it was all about."

"Bread lines growing longer and longer."

"One third of the people
threatened with starvation."

"Even those that prospered yesterday,
were victims of the depression today."

"Businessmen made cynical and
desperate by their common plight."

"The Salvation Army doing
all in its power to help."

"With the few pennies dropped
into its tambourines."

"Homeless unfortunates seeking a
night's rest where they could find it."

"Misery acquaints a man
with strange bedfellows."

"Depression camps springing
up all over the country."

"Brothers in adversity
sharing pot-luck."

"Families scattered to the four winds
to lead the lives of aimless wanderers."

"It is a comfort to the unhappy,
to have companions in misery."

"Yes , sir .."

"Once upon a time, a thousand
dollars was a fortune."

"And then I thought of Audrey
O'Connor and her husband Tom."

"They sure could have used it."

Where is my husband?
─ Audrey?

Oh I've missed you Audrey. I thought
I'd go crazy. ─ Oh Tom.

Let me just look at you.

Four new grey hairs .. you've been
taking life much too seriously my love.

Well, let me see what kind
of a housekeeper you are.

Well .. you deserve a gold medal.

Ashtrays all empty. No new
cigarette burns on the furniture.

Dirty dishes in the kitchen instead of
on the mantle. Not bad for a lawyer.

A lawyer without a client.

I think you were cut
out to be a bachelor.

Audrey!
─ I was only teasing.

Oh I know, I know .. I'm sorry.

I haven't got the right to blow up.
You're earning a living.

Maybe I was cut out to be a bachelor.

You were meant to the cut of my jib, and
that's what you are. So stop frowning.

This isn't your private depression.

The whole world sinks,
so don't take it personally.

That's easy to say, but this is my world,
this "tomb" that used to be our house.

You know what it's like, alone here in
the dark? Only seeing you every 2 weeks.

Thinking about you and missing
you so much I could ..

It's the same in town, but
it's a job and a good job.

I'm not the girl I used to be .. let's
be grateful they took me back.

How can I be grateful?
─ Tom.

You think it's pleasant to sit here as
you parade around for of a lot of men?

Please Mr O'Connor,
I model only for women.

Don't make me a bubble-dancer. I know
it's lonely, but I've a plan to cure it.

So have I.
─ I bet mine is better.

It couldn't help but be, but mine will
last longer. ─ I'm not so sure.

How can you stand it Audrey? How can you
take a husband who's can't support you?

Oh, support you? That's a laugh.

I couldn't buy myself a glass of
water. How can you tolerate me?

Because I'm tolerant.
─ Why do you ever come back here?

Because I love you .. hang on darling.

Remember the new President's words "we
have nothing to fear but fear itself".

But I heard what the old President
said. There is nothing more we can do.

I don't believe that. Somehow the world
keeps going on. We have a little money.

You have a little ..
─ We have. Enough to keep going.

Enough to pay a few bills.
─ Yes, bills.

Bills piling up, stacking up! While I
sit here helpless not able to pay them.

If it annoys you so much, let's pay
them. I have two week salary here.

That will take away a few headaches.

We'll just pay the most urgent
ones and let the others wait.

"J.J. Johnson". Let's pay that
old skinflint. We have to eat.

Tom!

"That thousand dollars kept looking
bigger and bigger to me."

"Tomorrow, our credit with
J.J. Johnson would be cut off."

"And there would be no more
meals served in the dining-room."

[ hic! ]

Horace, you ought to be ashamed,
letting Francine wait on tables.

Don't talk to me about it
Geraldine. I wanted no part of it.

It was my idea.
─ But good heavens, child.

What's the matter? Service alright?
─ Perfect, but why doesn't Waldo help?

"Waldo" .. that worthless ..
─ Dad!

Isn't he still staying here?

He's staying, not paying.
─ Why don't make him wait on the tables?

He would if I let him. But I want him to
paint, and paint and keep on painting.

Because that's his work,
and that's what he's living for.

The boy does have a lot of talent.
─ For heaven's sake, don't encourage her.

That young man ought to stop daubing
paint and do something practical.

And I'm going to tell him so.

No Horace. Remember never
take from any man his talent.

I've got something to talk to you about.
Very important. See you in a minute.

Knock, knock. ─ Who's there?
─ Hobart. ─ Hobart who?

Hobart a little kiss, baby?

Oh you heard that one before, huh?
─ It's a small town. Things get around.

Will you order your dessert now, sir?
─ I sure would. What's sweet besides you?

The arsenic pudding is very nice.
─ Fine. And the coffee, is it fresh?

Were it any fresher,
it would be insulting.

Babe, you're better a New Yorker.

Looks like I'll be here all afternoon.
It's a kind of a lonesome burgh.

I mean, what does a
guy do for conversation?

You might try Marble Canyon.
It's got the nicest echo.

Arsenic pudding?

What I wanted to say, Mrs Atherton. You
are the leading citizen of Silver Creek.

I am.
─ Yes, when you're here.

And as the leading citizen, you
ought to do something for the town.

For instance, what?
─ Have your portrait painted.

Is she kidding?
─ Why, not at all.

As a matter of fact,
it's an excellent idea.

Can't you see me well?
Or is it too dark in here?

You are the leading citizen.

You own the mills, most of the town, and
your grandfather founded Silver Creek.

My grandfather fell down a hole that
happened to be full of high-grade marble.

If you call that founding a town.

We're all here today on account of him.

We're all here today on
account of corn liquor.

What about the portrait?

No Francine .. no dice.
─ But Waldo could ..

Waldo could immortalize this face better
than anybody. That's what I'm afraid of.

Oh, but Mrs Atherton ..
─ I avoid mirrors as it is.

You'll have to get another pigeon, dear.
I've got some business to attend to.

There's a funny look in your eye.
─ Good, I'll show it to J.J. Johnson.

After what you told me, I'm
going to turn the heat on him.

No, Geraldine, no .. please ..

"The Bun-Ton Market was
owned by J.J. Johnson."

"A closed-fisted man with a store full of
groceries and a heart full of larceny."

You heard me, J.J. Speak up.

What this nonsense about your putting
poor Horace Taylor over a barrel?

It's none of your business.
─ I'm making it my business.

Now look here, Geraldine.
─ You're not the only that has a barrel.

I've got a beaut'. A nice big one,
and I'd like you to try it for size.

Well, let's talk this over.
─ Money is going to do the talking.

You owe me three months’ rent.
$600 and I don't mean wampum.

You know I can't pay.
─ You can't, but you're going to.

I may look philanthropic, but under this
angel face, I'm a Uriah Heep-kicking J.J.

But Geraldine, be sensible. There's
not $600 available in the whole town.

Maybe the whole state.

Everybody owes me money. Horace Taylor
alone owes me $1,200 I can't collect.

And I bet you overcharged
him beautifully for that credit.

Oh, I'm a friendly man.
─ I'm a friendly woman. Pay or get out.

Oh, what did I ever do to you? Besides
pay you more than this place is worth.

J.J. It's pirates like you that
created this depression.

You soaked my Mill hands.
I had to raise their pay.

You boosted prices every
time I boosted wages.

And every time I boosted
wages, you boosted prices.

A vicious circle. Prices, wages,
prices, wages. Until the cap blew off!

Oh, did I control prices?
─ When people were buying, yes!

When you stop buying, neither you nor
anyone else could avert the depression.

Like a snowball going downhill, bigger
and bigger until it smashes at the bottom.

I had to close the mills. Your customers
were out of work and broke.

You were charging 60 cents for a dozen
eggs, and now you're begging for 20.

Don't you suppose I took a beating, too?
─ I hope so, and you learned a lesson.

Next time, when we come around to a
normal way of living, don't raise prices.

What do you think I am?

Well, you can't grow a cherry
tree out of a squash-seed.

Oh Geraldine, have a heart.
─ Sure I'll have a heart. Yours!

I'm going to Tom O'Connor's office and
have him draw up a writ of eviction.

Don't go away J.J. I'll be back with
the Sheriff .. and the auctioneer.

Hello?

Tom .. why did you run out on me?

There was something I had to do.
─ Will you be long?

Yes .. quite a while.

Then I'll have time to run over
to the Inn and see Francine?

Go right ahead.
─ See you later.

Yep.

Hello Tom.
─ Mrs Atherton.

Say, what's the matter with
this joint? It's falling apart.

I had to let myself in. There was nobody
in the outer office. ─ Sorry.

It's a thing called The Depression.
─ I got that message from Audrey.

Oh. You've seen her?
─ She was on the train from New York.

Tom .. what kind of
a young fool are you?

The usual kind, I guess.

Don't you know you've got that
wife of yours worried stiff?

Did she say so?
─ No. It's what she didn't say.

I can read between the eyes.
Look here, sonny-boy.

When you plucked Audrey from New York,
and brought her here to live.

She was the happiest girl in the world..

Don't ask me why a pretty girl would
stay in that mausoleum you call a house.

But she did. She loved it because it was
your life. Not because you were rich.

And now she's working so you
two can still have a life together.

The trouble with you is you
keep living in the past.

Only because there is no future.
─ Are you kidding?

Tom, this isn't the first time our town
has scraped the bottom of the barrel.

We had a black-Friday in '69 and a fine
depression in '73 and another one in '84.

We had a beaut' in 1908 and the
bottom fell clear out in '29.

But Uncle Sam always manages to
patch up the barrel and we fill it.

Don't tell me: prosperity is just
round the corner. ─ May be it is.

Maybe I'll reopen the mill soon. When I
do, every company will retain you again.

Don't worry about me.
My wife pays the bills.

That's a stuffed-short remark, and I'll
make something of it next time.

You gave her every luxury when you could.
Fine clothes, furs and you were proud.

Well, maybe she's proud
now, to be doing her share.

But I didn't come here for a social
call. I'm here on business.

Business? You mean there
is something I can do?

That's right .. now get your chin up. I
want you to draw up a writ of eviction.

Oh .. on whom?

J.J. Johnson.
─ Johnson?

Now, don't try to talk me out of it.
─ Well, Judge Crockett won't sign it.

Oh yes he will. Who made him a judge?

Very well. If you insist.
─ Insist is putting it mildly.

What's the joke?

Francine Taylor wants me to let
Waldo Williams paint my portrait.

Will you?

If Judge Crockett refuses to sign
that writ, I'll get the portrait ..

And hang it in his courtroom,
right over his bench.

Come back out of that dream world,
Rembrandt. ─ Hi.

Rembrandt is right. This one
ought to make me immortal.

Better eat, while you're still mortal.
─ Alright, just a second. Let me finish.

You can't paint unless you eat, you know.
─ I can't eat unless I paint, either.

True.

This one is for the barter system.
─ Barter system?

Yeah, a painter needs paint to paint
with, and for that I get more paint.

How do you like my model?
Ain't she a cutie? With the line.

I wish all your models were like that.
─ Why?

They'd give you the brush-off.

Uhuh, that's quite a whisk-broom, Bill.

A good likeness.

You like anything I do.
You're just prejudiced.

Remember the first painting
of yours I ever saw?

That was in the Beaulier
gallery in Paris, wasn't it.

It should have been in The Louvre.

It should have been in a pawn shop.
─ It was a lovely painting.

I sat entranced, gazing at it for hours.

Then up came a tall, handsome stranger,
─ Well, he was tall.

And he asked you what you thought of it.

And I said that it was the most
beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

The handsome, fascinating stranger ..

Said that he thought that you were
far more beautiful than the painting.

He wasn't a bit fascinating. Just a fresh
smoothie, with an American accent.

Yes, but you did accept
his invitation to lunch.

I was a venturesome hussy in
those days. Besides, I was hungry.

It was a good thing for you that his
credit was good at that little café.

And what was his credit good
for? A luscious dish of snails.

That was the beginning
of a beautiful romance.

Oh my darling, I was happy in Paris.

They even wrote songs about us.

Our rendezvous, our chestnut
trees, our small cafés,

And in spite of your pug nose,
the guy fell madly in love with you.

And I with him, in spite of everything.

What's wrong with my nose?
─ Nothing. I love it.

Some doll.
─ If you say so Eddie. ─ I say so.

If I wasn't tied up with this escort
job, I'd do a little pitching.

Horse shoes?

Welcome to Silver Creek Inn.
─ Hello Uncle Ed. Is Francine in?

Oh hello Audrey. I just saw her
take Waldo's lunch upstairs.

Thank you.

Oh, pardon me .. didn't I see
you on the New York Train?

Yes. I was the caboose.

Caboose ..

Hello Waldo.
─ Hello who?

Bill.
─ Okay, better. Come on in.

Hello Audrey.
─ How are you Francine?

I'm glad you're here. He goes out of
his mind waiting for your next sitting.

Well, it's just that I'm afraid that
I may not be able to finish it.

Not finish it?
─ Just his pride. He owes Dad money.

Oh .. oh money.

Sure, who cares about money? Forget it.
─ Yes, what's money ..

When I asked you to do this, I didn't
know that Tom's business would collapse.

Audrey .. the pleasure of painting your
portrait is payment enough for me.

But that's not fair.
─ Now, just a minute.

You have heard of the art that is 10%
inspiration and 90% percent perspiration.

You're not going to take away
my inspiration now, are you?

Thank you .. ladies we're wasting time.
─ Uhoh. That means clear out Francine.

Besides I'm not supposed to
be social. I keep forgetting.

Audrey, make him finish
his lunch will you.

These days, you don't send back half
a sandwich, with a pickle on the side.

I'll make him eat it.
─ Hey, waitress.

That's for being a cute kid.

Thank you sir. Nicest tip I've had today.
Come on Audrey, I'll help you dress.

What a stunning suit.
─ Oh, it's the new thing.

It must have cost a fortune.
─ Don't get the idea that I bought it.

The store lets me wear these for
advertising. ─ What a break.

Are the skirts all that long?

Oh yes, that's the new style.
It's quite a change, isn't it.

I bought this in 1930. Yours is a 1933.

By the time we reach 1940,
it will be dragging on the floor.

The women aren't taking to
the new legs too quickly.

I love this dress. It seems
prettier each time.

I wore it on the first date with Tom.
It's his favorite. That's why I saved it.

When it wears out,
will you let me have it?

Sorry. There's a dress in everyone's life
that somehow, represents her romance.

Waldo just has to finish
that painting Francine.

I want to hang it in the library so Tom
won't be lonely while I'm away.

And I'll always be with him .. just
as I was the first time he saw me.

And you'll always be lovely to him
Audrey. But I know what you mean.

Don't worry. We'll get the
picture finished somehow.

I think Bill feels just
as you do about it.

And he's put his heart as
well as his soul into it.

That's why it means so much to him.

It's as if you were telling Tom what's
in your heart in that painting.

Tom needs to know, and
I can't seem to tell him.

It's funny .. here we are, both of
us working and trying to help out.

Anybody would say this is a tough
time for women .. I don't agree.

It's much worse for men.

Especially sensitive, proud men.
─ You haven't told your father?

No. It's strictly a secret
among the three of us.

I want it to be a complete
surprise for Tom.

To cheer him though, it will
have to be a Gainsborough.

A "Waldo Williams" please ..

Let's ride out and take
a gander at that hill.

That's a hunch. "Lord Gander"
is running in the third.

You're getting to be the smartest moron
I've ever met. ─ Thanks Eddie.

Hey, by the way sister,
where is Marble Canyon?

One mile east, then follow your echo.

Alright Uncle Ed. You can go to lunch.
─ Thank you Horace.

This might be my last.
Look who's coming.

Hey .. Follansbee? Ab Follansbee?
─ Who me? My name is Johnson.

Horace! Horace.
─ Oh, hello J.J.

Don't give me that stuff.
─ What's the matter?

Less words and more action, Horace.
The time has come to put up or shut up.

I'm not fooling. I want the money
you owe me, and I want it right now.

I haven't got it.
─ I've got to have it, Horace.

I don't like to push you this way.
It isn't as if I wanted it all.

Just half. Right now, just half.
─ But it's impossible.

I've got to have it Horace.

Geraldine Atherton is putting the heat
on me. I owe her $600 back rent.

If I don't pay up, she's
going to evict me.

I knew it. I'm terribly sorry J.J. but ..
─ I don't want your sympathy.

I want your cash.

Come on Horace. You know you've
been hoarding funds someplace.

Drag out the sock .. dig up the
old tin can .. but pay me my dough.

I hear what you say J.J. I tell you
I'm flat broke. I haven't got a dime.

Horace! I'm warning you.

If you don't slip me $600 right
now .. today .. I'll get rough.

I don't like to pull this on you.
But so help me, it's sink or swim.

If you don't pay me, today, right now.

I'll put this Inn under the auctioneer's
hammer before you can say "ouch".

Please J.J. don't do a thing like
that to me. I'd like to help, but ..

Just $600. Not the whole debt.

$600 is no fortune.
─ It isn't?

Well, you've got at least that much?
─ Ten dollars would be a fortune to me.

Horace look .. we're
old friends, aren't we?

Hmm?
─ Hmm.

We're old friends aren't we?
─ We've known each other a long time.

I gave you credit when you needed it,
didn't I? Fair credit at fair prices?

You gave me credit.

Horace, Horace, please .. we're
friends. Just for me .. just $600.

I haven't made any demands.
I know you're making money.

A cash business. Maybe saving it.
─ Saving what?

I made six dollars and
a half yesterday. And ..

And today a dollar and a quarter.
Not enough to pay the cook.

Oh, don't give me that!

Look at that safe .. I'll bet you it's
loaded. I'll bet it's ripe with cash.

Hmm .. there is nothing in that safe
but dust and I'll show it to you.

Do you remember the story
about Mother Hubbard?

Old Mother Hubbard went to the
cupboard. To get a poor dog a bone.

And when she got there,
the cupboard was ..

Old Mother Hubbard's cupboard, eh? Ha!
Woof, woof! Hand over that bone Horace!

Well I don't understand. I was telling
the truth. ─ You rascal, you.

Holding out on an old friend.
─ So help me J.J .. I don't ..

Waldo!
─ Never mind who. How much?

It's Waldo. The Art Gallery must
have sold a picture after all.

And I've misjudged the boy. Look here ..
─ How much? How much?

1, 2, 3, 4 .. Uncle Ed should have
told me about this before .. 5, 6, 7.

I've been badgering the boy. 8, 9, 10!
─ Oh! A thousand dollars!

We're square. ─ But I owe you $1,200.
─ I'll cancel it for cash. We're even.

You can have all the credit you want.

Oh boy! Will I tell that old
battle-axe a thing or two now.

We're even. Ancestors,
you can stop spinning now.

Waldo.

Waldo .. my boy.

My son.

Waldo.

Waldo.
─ Just a minute .. please.

Waldo my boy! Thank you, thank you.
─ Hello Mr Taylor.

Sometimes it's hard for an un-gifted man
like me to appreciate an artist like you.

You must be understanding
with me, my boy.

Well, I didn't expect
anything quite like this.

I want to give you a dinner.
We've got to celebrate.

Youth and talent should be
sponsored and not smothered.

I want you to know how proud
I am you and your painting.

And I think my daughter is one
of the luckiest girls in the world.

I'm awfully glad you think so, sir.
─ You're going to make a happy couple.

Yes indeed. And I'm going to
show you how proud I am of you.

Oh my boy .. this is a
happy day, a happy day!

Now, let's see what you're doing here.
─ Oh no. A painter has to have privacy.

I understand, yes. Of course, of course.
You get right on with your life.

Have a cigar .. and I'll
see you later .. son!

Take a look. A good look.
How do you like them apples?

Had me over a big barrel eh, Geraldine?
Well, it had weak staves.

Oh you can tear up that writ Tom. Tear
it up and write me a receipt for $1,000.

$1,000? Count it Tom. I don't believe it.
─ $1,000. Genuine. Coin of the realm.

The real thing. No imitation.
─ J.J. Where did you get this money?

I don't see that's any of your business.
─ That's right .. a $1,000.

Well, give him a receipt.
And if he's robbed a bank ..

Uhoh. They're all closed
madam. Remember?

Well you took if off a dead body. I'll
get the Police check it for blood stains.

Oh is that so? Well, why you're doing
that Geraldine, remember this ..

The back rent is paid. And there's
an advance payment there.

And if you set foot inside the Bun-Ton
market within the next eight weeks ..

I will have the personal pleasure
of heaving you out on your ear.

Thank you my boy.
It's been very nice.

I trust that you will remember me .. if I
never see you again some time.

I never forget a face .. and I'll
always remember both of yours.

Pah!

Well .. I guess that's that.

As we were saying before, a man like
you with your background and your mind.

Has no right to be bitter
about his wife working.

Marriage is a 50/50 deal. And when one
can't carry the load, the other must try.

A man has his pride.
─ So has a woman.

What if Audrey felt the
same way that you do?

How would you feel if you
came home with this ..

If she were to resent it because
she hadn't earned it?

And incidentally, that is yours.

Mine?
─ Yes. A retainer on your services.

Now, in the future, we've got to start
thinking about reopening the mills.

It will be a lot paperwork and heaven
knows what with this new administration.

I'll check with you from time to time.
─ But Mr Atherton, I ..

I know, I know. It isn't very much
but it's all I can afford right now.

We'll increase the amount as we get
active. Goodbye Tom. My love to Audrey.

Ha ha ha. Hee hee hee. Little brown
jug, don't I love thee. Ha ha ha ..

You sound as spry as a kitten, Horace.

I thought the tapioca pudding
was a might heavy myself.

Ed, you old rascal! Why
didn't you tell me before?

About the tapioca pudding?
─ About the money. ─ What money?

The money. The money in the
safe. The thousand dollars!

Oh, that money.

Don't make it sound as
if it was only five bucks.

Don't you know how important it was?
What it meant to me? A thousand dollars!

Well, that's alright Horace. I gave
the young fellow a receipt for it.

I don't give a hand about the receipt.
But the money! I needed it desperately.

And when you saw the ..

What young fellow?

Why, the fellow that brought the money.
─ Waldo, you mean? ─ Waldo?

Waldo. Waldo Williams. He owed me 970
dollars and he paid me. ─ He did?

Didn't he?
─ You feeling alright, Horace?

I don't know.

I don't know. I'll tell you when
you answer this question.

Did Waldo Williams give
you one thousand dollars?

No, no. It was a fellow by the name
of Peabody. Eustace Peabody.

Are you sure?
─ Of course I'm sure.

Why, you'd think I was absent-minded
or something, to hear you talk.

He brought the money for Ab Follansbee.

Only Ab Follansbee was about to
become a father and couldn't be here.

So the man got excited and
I put the money in the safe.

What's the matter? Is that tapioca
pudding bothering you?

Not Waldo's money .. that means
it wasn't mine and that means ..

Take it easy, take it easy.
─ Take it easy, he says ..

It's alright, it's all locked
up. I spun the dial.

There's nothing to worry about after all.

What's biting Horace?

I don't know. I'll have to talk
to Francine about her Pa.

He's getting senile or something.

Horace, it's awful. It's terrible.
─ I knew you'd understand J.J.

Why, it's a catastrophe. Horace,
they could put you in prison.

Prison?
─ It's a criminal offense.

Misappropriation of funds. And the
funds belong to somebody else.

Yes, yes. That's true.
─ Oh, the disgrace of it.

Poor Francine .. think of what
people will say. ─ I daren't.

I only thank heaven for a friend
like you at a time like this.

That's the spirit, Horace.
A stiff upper lip .. chin up.

And face the world with a friend
at your side and a pure heart.

Thank you J.J. I knew I could count
on you to give me back the money.

Money?
─ Yes, the thousand dollars.

Give it back?

Yes. You see if I can get it back in the
safe before Peabody comes back.

Really, Horace ..
─ Well, what's the matter?

Don't you think it's imposing on a friend
to ask for money at times like these?

But that's what we're talking
about. The money! It isn't mine.

I gave it to you. It isn't
yours, it's Peabody's.

Are you trying to imply
that I stole those funds?

No, nobody stole the
funds. It's a mistake.

It's an error, but I've got to get
the money back. Please, J.J.

Well .. I'd be glad to help
you out Horace, but ..

But then, don't frighten me like that.
─ Only I haven't got the money.

It's too hard on my nerves.

You haven't got the money?
─ Of course not.

I told you, Geraldine was going to throw
me out. I had to pay her every cent of it

Oh Horace! Get a grip on yourself.

Oh no .. my ancestors .. the safe .. the
money .. Peabody .. Waldo, Mrs Atherton.

Mrs Atherton?

It's a known fact, Ab .. the first
one always takes a long time.

Alright, I'll tell the
man. Don't you worry.

Welcome to Silver Creek Inn.

Only the fact that I'd wind up in the
electric-chair stops me from killing you.

Oh Horace, you ain't right,
you ain't feeling right.

I'm going mad. I'm going stark,
staring, raving mad. And when I do ..

You'll be the first person I vivisect.

Now that ain't a kind
thought. What did I do?

You didn't tell me about the money.
─ Oh yes I did. It's alright.

The money is in the safe. You
got nothing to worry about.

Don't you understand, don't
you know how it happened?

You put the money in Waldo's envelope.
I took it out and gave it to Johnson.

And Johnson gave it to ..
─ You shouldn't have done that Horace.

It's unlawful to give away
other people's money.

But I didn't know it wasn't mine.
─ Ignorance of the law is no excuse.

You put the money in Waldo's envelope
and I thought he'd paid me.

Oh ..
─ Now do you see?

Oh yes, it's terrible .. oh.

Waldo certainly had a lot of gall
leaving that envelope around. Didn't he?

But Waldo didn't .. Waldo!

I wonder what is disturbing Horace.

Williams!

Williams!

Just a minute Mr Taylor,
I'll be right there.

Hello Mr Taylor.
─ Don't "hello" me! "Goodbye" me instead!

You're through, finished, fired!
No, not fired. You're out! Evicted!

Pack your bags and get out of the hotel.
You've got no credit, no room, nothing.

I wouldn't let my daughter marry you
if you were the last man in the world.

And if you were the last man in the
world, you'd still owe somebody money.

If you're not out of this hotel by
the morning, I'll shoot you on sight!

Horace, for heaven's sakes, what's all
the hullabaloo about? ─ Geraldine.

I was trying to take beauty nap.
─ Geraldine, I've got to talk to you.

We're not making Indian Signs now.
─ The money. ─ Whose money?

My money, I mean Waldo's money.
I mean the money I thought was Waldo's.

Far be it from me to commit you to a
loony-bin. Your train is off its track.

Geraldine, did J.J. give you a $1,000?
─ He did. ─ I gave it to him!

You did? But where did you get it?
─ From the safe. Where Waldo put it.

I thought.
─ You thought.

Only he didn't .. I thought
he did .. I took it by mistake.

If you're trying to get the money from
me, you're working the wrong tracks.

Geraldine, have mercy.

I don't mind if I do, but I haven't got
the money. I gave it to Tom O'Connor.

O'Connor? Oh my gosh!
─ Well, he might lend it back to you.

At a fair rate of interest.
─ you think he would? Maybe I could.

Oh Dad, I was ..
─ How do you do.

Charmed, I'm sure.

Well, how goes it?

What's eating you two?
─ Waldo says he can't finish the picture.

Can't finish it?
─ Waldo, you have to finish it.

I can't tell you how much, how very
much it means to me. And to Tom.

There's no need to Audrey. That's
the best thing I've ever done.

But what can we do? You heard what
Mr Taylor said: clear out by morning.

What is all this?
─ Your father Francine. He foreclosed.

He can't do that.
─ He not only can, but he did.

Now you're going to finish the painting.
Come on Audrey, get back into the dress.

I can't now. I have to hurry
and shop for Tom's dinner.

Can you come back after dinner and pose?
─ Sure, I can do that.

Alright, we'll try it after dinner.
─ About eight. ─ Good.

Now, you'd better tell me
just what happened.

Francine, I don't like
to mention this but ..

Sometimes does your Dad
go off the deep end?

Oh darling, he has a lot of
worries. He just gets excited.

I don't get it. First he comes in and
says: "blessings on Waldo, a great guy."

Next, he comes back, puts his fist in my
face, and he wants to shoot me on sight.

Don't worry about him,
Honey. I can handle him.

No Francine. Your Pa's been
supporting me for too long already.

He's been mighty patient for six months
and I don't blame him for being fed up.

It's time I cleared out.

Well, alright .. let's see
now, where can you go?

You should have heard where
your father told me to go.

No, I'm serious.

I know. Audrey and Tom's. They have ..
─ Will you use that pretty head of yours.

There is no money in this town.
I have to sell paintings.

So, logical conclusion is I go where
people buy paintings. ─ Alright

How long have I got to pack?
─ You're not going. ─ Oh yes I am.

Have you ever ridden the rods?
─ Not yet.

I don't intend to let you start now.
─ Well, what if I ..? ─ Look ..

You should know by this time that I'm
a very stubborn guy. You're not going.

And I'm not coming back
until I can pay our way.

How long is that apt to take do you
suppose? ─ I don't know.

The way things look right
now, it may be some time.

Well .. hello again.
Hey .. what's this?

An ass making an ass of itself.
─ Yeah, that's right ..

Welcome to Silver Creek Inn.
─ Save it Old-Timer. You'll wear it out.

Oh it's you.

What's the matter with
these Vermont women?

There ain't enough of them, that's all.
─ They sure are a cold lot.

Well, you got to light a
match before it will burn.

Now, you take New York girls.
─ I'll take a Vermont girl every time.

Their heads may be as hard as marble.

But their hearts are just as soft as
the feather beds they sleep in.

You live here all your life?
─ Not yet.

Well, what do you Vermonters do for
excitement? ─ Raise more corn.

You're supposed to ask me why.

Alright Mr Bones. Why
do you raise more corn?

To feed more cows.
─ Why? ─ To get more milk.

Why?
─ To make more money.

Why?
─ To buy more land. ─ Why?

To raise more corn.
─ Why?

That's enough young fellah. Thanks, son.

Ain't been able to pull that
since the tourist trade fell off.

Say, what about this Follansbee?
Is he ever going to show up?

Oh he just telephoned. He told
me to tell you to keep calm.

What does he mean, keep calm?
─ That's what the doctors have told him.

I have a mind to take the dough
and go back to New York.

Okay, if that's the way
you feel. It's your money.

Uhoh .. now wait a minute.
No, no. Don't go off half-cocked.

Ab needs that money, seeing as he's
going to become a parent and all.

Now, you just go over there and sit
down and make yourself hum.

If he doesn't show up soon, I'll take
myself to "hum" on the southbound train.

Tom .. Tom O'Connor.

Tom.
─ Hello Audrey.

Hmm, that's more like my husband.
─ What's the idea of coming home late?

Don't you know a fellow misses his girl.
─ Why Tom.

You've been gone quite a while you know.
─ Well, I had to do the marketing.

What is all this?
─ All what?

All this hocus-pocus. Is something
the matter? ─ Nothing, nothing.

That outfit isn't yours, is it?
─ You know very well it isn't mine.

Well, turn it back to them, and buy a
new one. And buy yourself a new bonnet.

I say there's nothing better for a woman
than a new bonnet. ─ Oh really?

And get yourself a dozen
pairs of silk stockings.

You've got nice legs in silk stockings.
And some lacy things you know.

You feel alright?
─ Ha! Never felt better in my life.

You haven't been visiting the local
speakeasy? ─ Uhuh.

Then .. where are we going to get
the money to buy all these things?

Money? .. Oh, oh money.

I uh .. imagine this will take
care of things for the present.

A thousand dollars?
─ Uhuh.

Darling, you haven't done something
foolish? ─ Sure have.

Where did this come from?

I'm a lawyer Audrey, remember.
I'm a Counsel-At-Law.

Well, I'm counseling at law again.
That's a retainer. ─ A retainer?

I did a job for Geraldine Atherton.
The rest is just an advance.

She's thinking of the future, and
the mills may be reopening again.

Oh darling, that's wonderful.
─ Ah, the future.

I'd begun to believe there wasn't any.

Hey! You know what we're going to do?
─ What?

We're going up and over the border. And
celebrate. We're going to have a party.

And a lot of good Canadian spirits.
─ That's great. I'll wear my ..

Oh.
─ What's the matter?

We can't go.
─ Why not?

Well, I promised Francine that I'd
come over and talk to her after dinner.

Say, what is this? What's
Francine Taylor got to do with us?

It's Waldo. She's very much in love with
him and Horace is objecting. It's rough.

Oh what's biting Horace?
Waldo is a nice guy.

Alright, if you say so. What the heck.
We've had our good luck.

Maybe you can bring Francine along
darling. We'll celebrate tomorrow night.

I love you.

Uhuh, I'd like to stay, but my husband
is expecting me to cook his dinner.

What's he got that I haven't
got? I hate that guy ..

Every time I get any place
with you, he interferes.

It's life: "Back to the kitchen, slave!"
Stick around. We may get rid of him.

[ telephone ]

Hello .. oh hello Horace.

After dinner? Yes, I'll be here.
Can't you tell me what it is?

No! No Tom. I'll tell
you when I get there.

Please cheer up Dad.
─ Why?

I just know that everything
is going to be alright.

If you tell me "it's darkest before dawn,
I'll whip the daylights out of you".

Why didn't you tell Tom what you want?
─ On the phone? It's a party line.

You might as well put
an Ad in The Bugle.

Keep your fingers crossed, Dad.
─ You're a little late.

Gee Eddie, look. "Lord Gander" ran out
of the money. I'd have lost my shirt.

You'll lose your neck if that
truck don't show up soon.

It ain't my fault. I don't set the
timetable for the trucks we escort.

Aw, shut up.
─ If you say so, Eddie.

Francine. ─ Hmm .. what?
─ A penny for your thoughts.

Uhuh. Too cheap. They're worth twenty
years in Sing Sing. ─ What?

If only they had cracked the safe and
stolen the $1,000. ─ They? Who?

What do you want them to rob us for?

If they had, Dad wouldn't be in trouble.

What in hell?

But there isn't.
─ I know.

But if they had cracked the safe.

If they thought the
money was still in there ..

Well, it's too late.

There really was an echo in that canyon.
─ I bet you enjoyed talking to yourself.

Yes, it's been nice hearing ..

Go get your dinner, Ed. I'll get mine
later if I ever get my appetite back.

They say they set a good table down
at Windsor. ─ What's at Windsor?

The State Prison. Ha ha ha ..

Two dinners.
─ That will be one dollar.

If you see a big truck go through,
let us know will you boss?

Sure. I haven't anything
else to think about.

Did you get the money, Horace?
─ Shush ..

What's the matter? Afraid the
termites are Cops in disguise?

Do you gentlemen mind if I join you?

Sure. Sit right down and
take a load of the floor.

Thank you. I just hate eating alone.
─ Me too. Nothing like a lady for dinner.

Me, I like hockey, he likes horses.
─ Me, I like horses too.

Yeah?
─ Yeah.

Where would Lady Godiva
have been without a horse?

Lady Godiva? What
track is she running at?

In the Epidermis Handicap at Coventry.

Thank you.

Good evening Mr Peabody.
─ I wish I could say the same. Here ..

For the dinner.
─ Thank you. Everything alright?

Oh I'm fed up to here with
this one-horse burgh.

If Follansbee doesn't show up before
the 9:30 train, he's out of luck.

But now Mr Peabody, Mr Follansbee
is usually a very punctual man.

You know how it is, becoming a father.
─ How would I know? I'm not married.

Well believe me, it's a very trying
ordeal .. I remember when I was ..

All I know is, I was meant to give him a
grand this morning and he didn't show up.

In fact, the more I think about it,
why should I wait for him.?

Why should I grow old in this
graveyard? Oh, I'm getting out of here.

Mr Follansbee needs that money badly.
─ Not as badly as I need to get back.

Well, come on. Give me the cash.
─ The cash?

Yes, the cash, the gilt, it's in the safe,
a $1,000. The old coot put it there.

Oh the cash! Oh yes, Ed told me
all about it. ─ Well?

I beg your pardon?
─ How about it? How about my money?

Ah .. the money .. well .. this
is really very embarrassing.

But as a matter of fact ..
─ Now look .. let's keep it simple.

There's the receipt. Now
make with the money.

That's what I was trying to tell you.

This is ridiculous.
─ It's getting to be, yes.

I mean me, as the owner of the hotel,
not knowing the combination to the safe.

You mean you don't know ..?
─ Nothing to worry. The clerk knows it.

Alright, I'll get him.
─ No, no Mr Peabody.

It's humiliating enough for me
not to know the combination.

But instead of having to send
you on a minion's errand.

I don't mind. I'd like to take another
squint at that nifty little waitress.

I'll get her, I mean him.
You stay right there. You ..

Ed. come on.
─ What's the idea?

You got something in your eye, Eddie.

He wears it well, doesn't he.

Ed, you've got to get out of here.
─ Get out of where?

Peabody wants his money. I told him only
you had the combination for the safe.

Go in the kitchen. Hide there
until I give you the word.

But I didn't have my dessert.
─ Oh, there's plenty left.

If he see you, I'm sunk.
Francine, get him out of here.

We can't hide him forever.
That Peabody will just wait.

And chances are, if he waits too
long, he'll just send for the Sheriff.

"Time" is all I need. I've
got to see Tom O'Connor.

Go on, Uncle Ed.

But it's rice pudding, and you know
I like pudding. It agrees with me.

Hurry! Hurry!
─ There's a pan full of it on the stove.

Francine! Francine, you've got
to do something for your father.

You've got to make a great sacrifice.
─ Anything, if it will help.

You've got to vamp Mr Peabody.
─ Now, wait a minute.

I'm being serious. Just
get him out of the hotel.

Take him for a walk. Just give me
a chance to see Tom O'Connor.

I did say "anything" didn't I?
─ Yes. ─ Alright.

But if it was anybody but you.
─ Bless you, Francine.

Right. Go on to the desk.
I'll be out in a minute.

Hiya beautiful. I've
been waiting for you.

Everything okay?
─ Yes, indeed. Yes, indeed.

Have you got the combination?
─ As a matter of fact, no. ─ What?

Now don't get excited, there is
nothing to be excited about.

Nothing? There's a thousand
bucks to get excited about.

And it's quite safe and
sound, right in here.

And I want it safe and sound right in ..
─ Oh! Excuse me.

Maybe you didn't hear me,
but I'm getting out of here.

Well, as a matter of fact
there's a slight delay.

Never mind the delays, I'm
getting on the 9.30 train.

Get a locksmith! Get
my dough out of there.

That won't be necessary .. yes, Francine?
─ I'll go for a walk Daddy. Do you mind?

Well, daughter, you know I don't approve
of you going out after dark alone.

Oh Daddy, I've been in all day.
─ Yes, yes. I know.

Of course, if you could find somebody ..
─ Say a little walk would do me good.

Well, Mr Peabody, that's nice of you.
─ Yeah? Okay by you, Miss .. ?

Taylor. Miss Taylor. Thank you
Mr Peabody, that's very sweet of you.

Yeah? I thought you put the chill on me.
─ Oh, how ever could you think that?

I just don't want to put you out.

I'll have that little matter attended
to by the time you get back.

Alright Pop, see you in an hour.

Ed, for heaven's sake.
─ is the coast clear?

Yes, come on. Come on.

Watch out for those termites, Horace.
─ How do you spell "Coventry"?

With a "K".

You watch the desk and keep your mouth
shut. If you see Peabody before I do ..

You faint, go unconscious, anything.
─ I never fainted in my life.

You'll faint if you see him, or
I'll see that you faint permanently.

I've got another one that will slay you.
─ But my ancestors wouldn't approve.

Thanks for the laughs, boys. Goodnight.
─ Goodnight, lady.

If you're ever short of a snort,
give me a call in New York.

Thank you. Goodnight.
─ Goodnight.

"It was me that got Horace in this jam,
and it was up to me get him out."

"Then I thought of a plan."

Say, say there, your fellows.

Come here a minute.

Will you do me a favor?
─ Sure thing, Pop.

Will you watch the desk for a while?
I wouldn't ask you ordinarily, only ..

There's a thousand dollars in the safe.

In cash, and I'm supposed to guard it.
─ Go right ahead, Pop.

Me and Eddie will watch it
like it was our very own.

Well, that's right neighborly of you,
I'll only be gone a minute, maybe longer.

That thing is a cracker-box.
It was built in 1890.

Yeah, I used to crack that model twice a
week, when I was learning the business.

Gee Eddie, I bet you was
a beautiful safe-cracker.

Not bad, if I do say it myself.
─ Is it hard to open?

Yeah, not as hard as opening
a pack of cigarettes.

A thousand bucks, huh ..

Hey Eddie, could you learn
me how to open the safe?

It depends on your touch.
─ Well, go and open it, just for fun.

For fun?
─ Well then, for a grand.

The thing is, Pop kind
of put us on our honor.

Yeah .. what's that?

You got a point there.

It's all in the touch of the fingers.

No you don't Rocky.
─ What's the idea?

It's like I said. The old man
put us on our honor.

Yeah, but I don't get it.
─ It's like giving your word.

And you give your word, it's like
giving your bond. See? ─ Yeah.

When you give your word, you can't
double-cross a pal. ─ You can't?

That's what I said. It's like
honor among thieves.

It ain't ethical that we should break
our word of honor. You understand?

Yeah.
─ Good.

But what's that got to do with
us breaking open the safe?

Okay if you say so, Eddie.

I say so.

Tom!

Tom, I've got to talk to you.
─ Hello Horace.

I couldn't explain over the
telephone .. party line.

It would have been all over town.

A story about Francine
and the cattle.

Yes. Tom, listen to me.

I'm listening Horace.
─ I'm in trouble.

I'm in awful trouble.
I've done a terrible thing.

You better come into the
house and tell me all about it

Yes, well, you see. No, no. I can't
go. I've got to get that money.

What money?
─ It wasn't mine. Don't you understand?

It wasn't mine and I thought it was,
and that's why I gave it to J.J.

Now take it easy Horace.
Let me get this straight.

You owed J.J. some money, and you paid
with funds that didn't belong to you?

That's right and I've got to get
that thousand dollars back.

You were not aware that the funds you
transferred did not really belong to you?

No, they belonged to Ab Follansbee.

Oh. Does Ab know that
you misappropriated it?

Don't use a word like that. Ab doesn't
know because the money hasn't ..

Exactly .. reached him. You see it
belongs to another fellow, Mr Peabody.

You're not making sense. If you want me
to help you, you've got to make sense.

Now, tell me the truth.

Look .. the money was in the safe.
I thought it was mine .. I took it.

No intent to steal. No intent to defraud.
─ Only an intent to pay my debt.

It's a difficult case Horace.
A very difficult case.

Ipso facto, no proof of criminal intent.

Don't say criminal! Look Tom, you've
got to help me get that money back.

I'll pay you anything.
─ Don't worry about a retainer Horace.

I'll do all I can to help you.

Now .. as your lawyer
─ As my lawyer? ─ Yes.

First .. prove that your assumption
that the money was yours is valid.

Or the District Attorney ..

District Attorney? What are you
talking about? I don't want a lawyer.

I don't want a District Attorney. All
I want the money. I need that money.

Hang on to yourself.

The money, the money.
I've got to have that $1,000.

I gave it to J.J. He gave it to
Geraldine, she gave it to you.

I've got to get it and
put it back in the safe.

Oh.
─ Oh, he says! Tom ..

Oh I see. Well, I'm terribly sorry
Horace. I misunderstood you.

I'd be glad to help you out.
─ Oh thank heavens.

I'd really be glad to .. if I had it.

It sounded like you
said "if you had it".

I did say so. Audrey's got it now.
─ Oh no.

I gave it to her only a few minutes ago,

Why not ask her for it? She couldn't
have spent it. The shops are all closed.

Where is she?
─ She went to the Inn to see Francine.

To see Francine? A thousand dollars ..
─ Horace! Horace, take it easy ..*

Knock, knock.
─ Who's there?

Francie.
─ Francie who?

Francy meeting you here! Hoo, hoo!
Brother Peabody you're killing me.

Oh, hello Tom.
─ Francine, where's Audrey?

Audrey?
─ You heard me.

Now wait a second, brother.
─ You keep out of this .. Francine?

Why, I haven't seen her.
─ She said she going over to see you.

Oh gosh, I forgot. I must have missed
her. I'll get right back to the Inn.

Who's Audrey? Is she that good-looking
piece I saw going into that guy's room?

Which guy?
─ Wait a second. I'm a stranger here.

Which guy?

The artist. "Williams" his name is.
─ Is Audrey with Waldo Williams?

Now Tom, listen to me.
─ So that's why you're out with this.

Tom! ─ Hey!
─ Oh shut up!

Welcome to Silver Creek Inn.
─ Where's Audrey O'Connor?

Phone her.
─ She's not home.

I just came from there.
Tom said she was here.

I ain't seen her. Maybe she went by.
Maybe she's out with Francine.

Francine is out with that Peabody fellow.
─ Oh .. she must be hard up.

If they come back, you tell
them I'm out, stall them.

I've got to find Audrey O'Connor if I
have to telephone everybody in town.

Wait, now.

Well, that just about does
it .. I hope Tom likes it.

Oh he'll love it .. show me it.

Wait until I swing it around and
you'll get a better perspective.

Welcome to Silver Creek ..
─ Where's Waldo Williams room?

Oh Tom. How's Audrey?
─ What's the number of Waldo's room?

Number sixteen. Goodnight.

Tom! Wait!

Tom! Tom, don't you go in
there. You'll spoil the surprise.

Tom!
─ Hello Tom.

Surprise, eh?

Tom, are you out of your mind?

You didn't have to do
things this way, Audrey.

Hurray .. you're jealous.

Look.

It's all yours. We've just finished it.

You mean .. this?

That's the little plan I had
to cure your loneliness.

Audrey. It's ..

It's the most beautiful
thing I've ever seen.

Now, I'll always be with you.

Mrs Atherton was right.

I've been a fool.
─ You go right on being a fool.

Wake up Bill! .. Waldo ..

Waldo ..

I'm terribly sorry Francine.
─ That's okay.

It's alright. I can't thank you enough.
Not in a thousand years. Thanks, pal.

Maybe it's me that's crazy.
─ Oh Bill.

Your painting is really lovely.
─ Isn't it wonderful.

You are a great artist.

No, not right now. Maybe later, perhaps.
─ No, now ..

That's right. It's a masterpiece.

Do you really think so?

Well, I'll be running along, Horace.
─ Alright Ed. Goodnight.

Come on, hand it over.

There's something I wanted to tell you.
─ Tell him to give me a grand!

Hang it all, I can't remember a word of
it with him interrupting all the time.

Probably isn't important.

The thing is, it was important.
─ I'll say it was.

Now you'll remember tomorrow.
You can tell then if I'm still here.

The only thing is, I hate forgetting.
Folks will be saying I'm getting old.

I wish getting old was the only
thing I had to worry about.

I don't worry about it. If I
don't get old I'll be dead.

Now, you get hold of a good
criminal lawyer, Horace.

Hold everything Taylor.

Something, Mr Peabody?
─ I'm blowing out. Give me that dough.

Yes, but what about Ab Follansbee?
─ I'm getting the 9:30 to New York.

And if he doesn't like it he can lump it.
─ Watch your language Mr Peabody.

Give me my dough, give me my dough.
─ I will not. ─ What?

I will not turn over that money to
you. It belongs to Mr Ab Follansbee.

He is a friend of mine.
─ Horace!

Ab Follansbee.

Horace. Congratulations.

Have a cigar. I'm a father.

Myra just had twins, twin boys.
Have two cigars.

Congratulations .. twins.
Wonderful .. saves time. Boys? Girls?

Of course, what else would you expect.
─ Are you Follansbee?

Is your name Ab Follansbee?
─ Here, young fellah, take it easy.

I'm the one that just had twins.
Not you. I mean, my wife.

You are Ab Follansbee?
─ That's me right enough.

My name is Peabody. Acme Agency.
I've been here all day waiting for you.

Well Mr Peabody, glad to see you. Cigar?
─ Thank you very much.

I got the money for you. Okay, pal, hand
over the money. ─ Money?

Don't tell me you haven't
got the combination.

Shucks! Horace knows the combination of
that lock like it was his own birthday.

Oh sure, but ..

Step on it Taylor, I've
got to catch that train.

I just heard something .. the safe is
jammed .. there is something wrong.

I've got to fix the combination.
I'm getting a locksmith.

You don't need a locksmith.
─ But I do, I do.

Eddie will open it for you.
─ Sure.

There ain't nothing to it.
A baby could open it.

It worked fine before.
─ Before?

The old man opened it.
─ Get the Sheriff. ─ Sheriff?

We don't need no Sheriff. Nobody's going
to heist this dough with us around.

You said it Eddie.

Horace .. I just remembered what I
forget to tell you to remember.

Waldo paid up his bill. He sold
the painting to Audrey O'Connor.

A thousand dollars. The money
is right there in the safe.

There you are.

I'll be running along. So long, Horace.

Good old Waldo.
─ Come on, come on.

There you are Mr Peabody. Count it if
you please. We don't want any mistakes.

Nine, ten. One thousand.
─ A receipt if you please.

Alright. Here you are.

There you are, sir.
One thousand dollars.

A lot of money to take home in the dark.
I'll leave it in the safe for the night.

Oh no. No, nothing doing. I don't
want to have any responsibility.

Goodbye Mr Follansbee.
─ Here, just a second young fellah.

Will you do some business for me?
─ Why sure, for the usual fee.

Well, this money don't
rightly belong to me.

Would you take it to New York and
pay the Big-Dig tractor company?

You can collect your fee from them.
─ What?

Yup. They was going to take my tractor.
Owed them three back payments.

This thousand makes it mine.

If you want us to pay the money
in New York, why didn't you ask?

Instead of having me come way up here.
─ I don't know. I never thought of it.

You never ..

Yes, sir Mr Follansbee. If we can be
of any further service, get in touch.

Well, so long everybody. I've got to get
that train. Take care of your nickels.

If you don't mind waiting around a bit,
we can give you a lift back to New York.

Yeah, we'd like to take you for a
nice, long ride. ─ No thank you.

"Well, there you have it. The
story of the thousand dollars."

"It arrived in Silver Creek at noon,
and left again at nine at night."

"And in that short time,
it solved a lot of problems."

"Maybe that this broom would
sweep away the depression."

"It brought a young couple a
bright hope in the future."

"And a thousand dollars
bought a portrait."

"A symbol of permanence and security."

"For a marriage headed for the rocks
through vain pride and misunderstanding."

"It helped an old skinflint
pay off his back-rent."

"But it didn't square
his debt to his maker."

"It saved the Inn from the
auctioneer's hammer."

"And it started something
between a couple of old hearts."

"You'd have thought too
tough for Cupid's arrows."

"And while that money had nothing to
do with Ab Follansbee having twins."

"It did save his tractor."

Strangely enough, that money didn't
belong to any of those people ..

But Ab Follansbee .. and
maybe it didn't belong to him.

That's quite a story Uncle Ed,
but what became of the gold?

What gold?

The gold you stored in
these boxes in '33.

Oh, we went off the gold standard,

And it was a crime to hoard gold.
They used it for filling teeth.

When they could find teeth to fill.

What's so funny?

I was just thinking what a joke it would
be if we went back on the gold standard.

And they .. made you turn in all
that cash. Ha! They could do it too.

Anything can happen.

Ed, you're absolutely right.
Well, what should I do?

Take that money in the bank
and put it back in circulation.

Didn't you get the point of my story?
That thousand dollars circulated.

Money is like blood. No good
unless it's circulating.

You're absolutely right.
Jim .. Jim! Let me out of here.

I'm going to put this
money in the bank.

For your information .. I wish
everybody would do that.

Well .. goodbye Jim.
─ Goodbye Uncle Ed.

T-G