All language subtitles for Blondie.Of.The.Follies.1932.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

I have that stain.

- I'm not gonna let you go.
- But why not? I could--

Well, they might be
a couple of kidnappers.

They are not! They're
in the burlesque business.

We might get through the show.

Us in a show? Don't be silly.

Hey!

Okay, I'll see you sometime.

- How do you do, Mr. Kinskey?
- Well, hello, how are ya?

I want you to meet my friend
Blondie, Blondie McClune.

She's the girl
I was telling you about.

- My best friend, you know.
- 'Where is she?'

'Blondie, come here.'

- 'Hey, Blondie!
- Come on, honey, come on in.

- Blondie, this is Mr. Kinskey.
- Hello, sweetheart.

Come on, get in.
Say, how do we get in here--

- Come on, it's okay.
- Come on, honey.

- Don't do that.
- Blondie!

Say, what's..

That's a cute chick in there.
Does she live here too?

Oh, yes, we've been pals
since we were kids.

She's kinda scared though.
Most people are that way.

Scared? She gave me
a sock in the snoot.

Oh, Mr. Kinskey, I'm gonna
talk to her about that.

Alright, honey, see you later.
Don't you stand me up now.

No, I won't.
I-I promised you, didn't I?

- I'll be down when I get my things.
- Alright, kid. Bye-bye.

Maybe, better wait
over there for me.

- Sure.
- Don't be long.

Bye. Isn't she marvelous?

'Hey, I wanna see you.'

Oh, yeah?

Huh, you little hick!

When I introduce you

to a gentleman of my acquaintance

I'll ask you to try
and behave like a lady.

- Tell me more, Lady Agatha.
- Oh, you're common.

I may be common, but I don't
pick up with that kind of trash.

"Trash," why, those two gentlemen

are in a position to open up
the way for a career.

Something I've had in my mind
for a long time.

You're funny
when you're putting it on.

You mean,
you're going on the stage?

- I suppose that's funny.
- Well, it's funny to me.

What are you going to do? Sing?

♪ Me me me oh.. ♪♪

I'll show you, what you know.

You don't have
to sing in burlesque.

Mr. Kinskey said
you just gotta be a looker.

And nobody can say I'm not that.

Oh, you're screwy,
and you don't know it.

"Screwy?" Listen here.

That's the last time
you'll insult me.

Do you hear that?

- You little brat!
- I'll kill you.

- You cut it out.
- You listen..

Now, listen,
you're getting too fresh!

Ow!

Hey!

Hey, you!

Hey, lay off of my family.

Hate your whole family,
your whole, dirty family.

- What's all the racket?
- Oh, it's Lottie.

Hitting it up again.

That sounded like a fight.

I'm gonna hit that dame
a good one someday.

Who does she think
she is struttin' around?

Get that kid away, will you?

Now, say, what's the matter?

Treat me like a dog. I'm only
your husband, that's all.

Say, Blondie, was that Lottie

talkin' to those two swell guys

down there in that new car?

Oh, shut up and mind
your baby, will you?

Well, I better not mind him

because he's liable
to catch my cold.

I gave you my cold, remember?

That's about the only thing
you ever did give her.

Was that Lottie talking
with those fellas?

I don't know.
Why, I mind my own business.

What are you doing?
Mendin' your dress?

Yes, I guess it's too old to mend.

'Why can't you be quiet
all day like your father?'

- Ma! Ma?
- What is it?

- I gotta buy a new dress.
- What for?

To go to work in, what else for?
Where's my money?

- Why, Blondie, I--
- What's the matter, ma?

- You spent it? All of it?
- Mm.

- What for?
- Oh, I can't tell you.

- Why can't to tell me?
- Well, I promised not to.

- Who'd you promise?
- Oh, I can't tell you.

Oh, gee, what's the use.

This is the last time, I'm gonna leave
any of my money around here.

- I'll put it in the bank.
- Here, hold it.

What are you blowing up about?

I saved that money
to buy that dress.

Say, what do you all get off
spending my money anyway?

Well, don't look at me,
I didn't spend it.

Oh, quit your cryin'
in the stew, ma.

- It's been enough already.
- Stew?

I could do with some
nice southern fried chicken.

I'm tellin' you, I'm gettin'
fed up with all of it.

- Fed up with what?
- Well, I've only got one dress.

If anything happened to it,
what am I supposed to do?

Go out and beg?
Steal something, I suppose.

Get Lottie to introduce you
to one of those

swell gants she was talkin' to.

She's a wise one.
One of 'em gave her somethin'.

- How do you know?
- I saw them.

- Oh, what a place!
- 'Well, if you don't like it..'

Blondie, you know what you can do?

Every time you come home it's.

"What a place, what a place,
what a place."

Oh, shut up, ma.
Save your tears.

These ladies that work downtown--

Well, ladies that work is right.

Ah-ha, suck the rich.

If they bring in
that new income tax

oh, boy,
that'll scorch 'em, uh-huh.

- Hello, Mrs. Callahan.
- 'Hello, Blondie.'

- Lottie and me had a scrap.
- 'Ha-ha, I know.'

- I socked her in the jaw.
- 'Why, yes.'

'You did, didn't you?'

Blondie, you're with Lottie
all the time.

- What's wrong with her?
- What do you mean?

Oh, well, you two girls
are such good friends.

I, I thought you oughta know.

She's not herself at all.

Have you any idea
of anything that's worrying her?

Oh, Lottie's alright. She's up
one minute and down the next.

- I know her.
- Ha-ha, I know you do.

- 'Oh mother!'
- That's why I'm askin' you..

Yes, I'm comin', I'm comin'.

Hello, pop!

- Hello, darlin'.
- You've been walking.

Mm-hm, well..

Well, the doctor said
you shouldn't.

- Oh, the doctor.
- Well, he said you shouldn't.

Where'd you walk from?

- From the corner.
- What corner?

Quite a lot of corners
today, Blondie.

What do you mean,
a lot of corners?

- Well..
- They..

They didn't let you
out of the office, did they?

When? Today?

Day before yesterday.

I've been looking
for something ever since.

Ah, I told your mother
not to tell you.

Oh, I thought we were pals.

Well, I thought that
I'd land something before this.

Things are awful bad,
terrible bad.

Several things to be
attended to. The rent, and..

I think mom paid the rent.

- How?
- Never mind.

Now, she didn't go and use your..

...you know, your dress money?

Oh, I don't need another dress.

Oh-oh, oh-oh, Blondie.

Oh-ho, Lottie and me had a scrap.

I socked her.
Look what she did to me.

Poor baby.

Well, I've got several
good leads out now--

And there are several things
wrong with you

that the doctors told you about.

Oh, the doctors.

I'm alright.

I'm not so sure about that.

What do you know about it?

I know about you.

Good evening, Lottie.

'Good evening, Mr. McClune.'

Where is she goin'?

I don't know,
I think she's nutty.

Hey, what's the idea?

I'm going away.

I..

But I'd like to tell you goodbye.

Where you goin'?

I told you, a career.

I've been trying to get out of
this dump of a place for months.

Well, it's wrong.
I know it's wrong.

'What do you mean?'

Well, something inside me
tells me it's wrong.

Well, if appearing
on the stage is wrong

and having a few decent things
of my own is wrong

then give me plenty of it.

Good luck, then.

I guess you'll be alright.

If you ever need a pal,
you'll let meknow, won't you?

Sure, I will, kid.

I like you, Blondie.

I've always liked you.

Well..

Well, goodbye, mug.

Take care of yourself, won't you?

You'll write me often, won't you?

Sure.

Mind you do, now.

- I'll be alright.
- I know you will.

I know you will.

- So long, mug.
- So long, you.

'So long!'

Alright, I'll tell you
the truththen.

I'm going to visit my dear mamma.

I saw a silly little boy,
selling silly little badges

and I suddenly realized
it was Mother's Day

and I was overcome with remorse.

Oh! You're naughty.

You're a naughty boy.

How is the market?

Oh! That horridword.

Oh-ho, I have a delightful cake

with mother done in pearls
of sugar over the top.

And instead of taking
large blossoms

I thought it'd be
rather sweet to take

just a little bunch of gardenias.

And Madalone has them here now.

She's tied them
onto the cake with a huge

bow of snowwhite ribbon.

Oh, mother will cry.

I know she'll cry.

And perhaps I will too.

And.. Eh, hello?

Hello?

Hello!

Well, can you beat that?

He hung up, the dirty son of a..

Well, Madalone,
how can I carry that?

- Just put your hand there, madame.
- Oh, my dear.

Oh-ho-ho, cunning.

- Your bag.
- Ah, oh, Madalone.

We'll have some, uh,
cocktail caviar

and a little cold wine.

- Right here, madame.
- And, um... oh, yes.

If anyone calls me

uh, just say
that I am visiting my mother..

...on Long Island.

Oui, madame.

What's the matter
with Alexander, if you--

- Come in!
- A good man?

Yes, well, I saw him
playing a game--

- Is everybody home?
- Oh, come in Mrs. Callahan.

- Lottie's here.
- Lottie's here? Where?

For crying out loud.

Oh! I won't disturb you
if you're dining--

Oh, hello, Lottie.
Come in. Have a chair.

Please, please,
please, don't get up.

Have you had your dinner, Lottie?

Thanks, all of you, but I never
dine until after the show.

Oh! Really?

My goodness!

You look as though
your racket was booming.

Oh, Pete! The same old Pete,
aren't you?

- Sure.
- Lottie!

Oh, Lottie,
I'm so excited to see you.

Oh, you look swell.

- And what about you?
- What about you, mug?

"Mug?" Oh-ho-ho.

- It seems like years ago.
- It does.

He's a new addition.
His name is Harv.

Oh, are those real silver fox?

Yes, they are, aren't they?

Lace, real, old lace.

Oh, that's lace isn't it?

Will you mind the baby, please?

Oh, well, well, well

the same little place.

Oh, my.

Lottie, did you get those
shoes made for you?

Oh, my shoes?
Do you like them?

I found the sweetest little shop
just off Madison.

You must have paid a lot of money.

Why should the lady
have a side line?

'And why not?'

Mother, darling,
you've been charming.

- Look, I must go now.
- 'What's the matter?'

I thought you'd be glad
to see Lottie again.

We're very glad
to see you again, Lottie.

Lottie. Oh, no, no. Well, that
sounds the same, doesn't it.

Her name's Lurline now.
Lurline Cavanaugh.

Lurline Cavanaugh.
You've changed your name?

- You're married?
- No.

- Maybe, you'd rather go now.
- Oh, yes.

- Oh, well, goodbye. Goodbye.
- 'Bye-bye.'

Uh, Lottie is sending me
some sherry a friend gave her

and I-I'm bringing some down.

You, mother dear, are a darling.
Old Madeira.

- Thanks. We've no use for it.
- Goodbye.

Nerves!

Oh, what do you want to cramp
the sherry for?

I like a drop of sherry
once in a while.

My! You can still smell
that perfume she had on.

Yeah, I got a load
of that kind that

makes your goose flesh all over.

- That's my flower.
- You've no use for it, mother.

Bob Meusel.

One of the best baseball players
in the world..

- Oh, go on.
- I saw a game in which Meusel..

'Come on, get out of here.'

Hey, get away from there,
Jimmy Blake. Slug.

Say, where's that music
coming from?

- Is that a rahdio?
- Radio, Blondie.

Say, that's the last time
I swing my hips into this dump.

And I was trying
to do the nice thing.

Say some more.

Say, is that real French
or are you kidding?

- Cigarette?
- No, thanks.

Oh, that's pretty. "LC."

Lurline Cavanaugh.

- Lucky chump.
- Not really so lucky.

Oh, you're doing great, kiddy.

- Well, Blondie, what about you?
- Ho-ho!

Don't make me laugh.
You said that upstairs.

Well, what about me?

Well, are you, uh,
stackin' anyone?

Oh, I can't get a kick out
of any of the hicks I bump into.

After seeing
how a real gentleman acts.

Oh, and how do you know
how a real gentleman acts?

In the movies. I go to them all
the time. You know, actors.

Say, Lottie..

- What's it like?
- What?

Being made up to by a real

swell, refined guy.

Oh, it's so nice to see you
again, Blondie.

I've always liked you.

We've always been pals,
haven't we?

Of course we have.

Come on in, Blondie.
Anybody come?

- Oh, come on, Blondie.
- I can't.

Come on. Come on.

I have my bedroom over there.

- I'll be right back.
- Great.

- Right away.
- Alright.

Boy!

Ah, the jingle of the dice.

What are you doing?
Playing backgammon?

- No, dear, we're skating.
- Oh, you tease.

Please sit down.
Don't let me disturb you.

Alright.

Boy.

How's your mother?
Did she like the cake?

Oh, she adored it.

But I'm very cross with you.

Didn't you hang up
or were we cut off?

It's your move.

Oh, darling.

Won't you introduce me?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
Mr. Murchenson.

- It's your move.
- How do you do?

Murchenson? Oil!

Why, the girls
were talking about you

in the dressing room
the other day.

'Uh, we, didn't know
if it was... 20 or 30,000'

um... barrels.
Isn't that what you get oil..

Darling, darling, darling.

Double. It's your move.

Thirty thousand barrels..

...if it interests you.

Oh.

I'm so glad to know.

- Nice?
- Ah-ha.

- Your move.
- You dirty old man.

Just a hurried tub

after the rush of the day.

- It's such a comfort.
- Ha-ha-ha.

- Oh, Madalone, Madalone!
- 'Huh, madame?'

A cigarette. Are you crazy?

I'm gonna kill you right now.

- Are you crazy?
- Blondie, stop it.

Blondie, I'll sock in the nose
if you don't stop it.

We're children no longer, Blondie.

Silly child.

Hello, little fella.

How are you doing, cutie?

What's your name?

Come on. Come on.

Don't be scared of me.
I'm not gonna bite you.

How cute!

- Do you like dogs?
- Well, I like that kind.

They come from China, don't they?

China, yes, I believe they do.

Mm, what part of China?

Uh, all over.

Well, by the size of China..

...there must be a lot them,
if they're all over China.

Eh, you don't suppose
if there's any truth

in the rumor
that China men eat dogs.

Oh, I hadn't heard that.

Well, there couldn't be
any possible connection

between, uh
chow mein and chow dogs.

Oh, I don't know about that.

No, it'd be kinda silly,
wouldn't it?

- Yes, it would.
- That's what I thought.

Thank you very much.

Clever these Chinese.

- I beg your pardon?
- I didn't say anything.

I didn't say a word.

Who's that girl?

I don't know.

I like blonde.

- How about tonight?
- Not so bad.

Not so bad.

Hi-hi, you're doing swell.

Hey, who is that gink?

♪ Oh da-da.. ♪♪

- "Gink?"
- Yes.

You know,
the one that was just here.

Why, that was only Larry Belmonte.

You mean to say,
you don't know Larry Belmonte?

- Uh-uh.
- Hm.

He made four million
in the market himself.

Goody, goody. I like him.

Of course you like Larry.

Everyone likes Larry. Ha-ha-ha.

Yes. Well, I guess
I better be going home.

- 'Must you go, Blondie?'
- Yes, and thanks, Lottie.

'Ah, Lurline, please.'

Well, Lurline then.
Gee, this is swell here.

Do think I could come and see you
one day when your friends are out?

'Yes, do. Give me a buzz.'

'My name's in the book.'

'Uh, Lurline Cavanaugh.'

Yes.

Okay, thanks a lot.

Uh, you can find
the way out, can't you?

Yes, it's right out there.

Oh, Blondie,
you can't go like that.

- Why not?
- Oh, no, of course not, honey.

- Oui, oui, oui.
- Thanks.

- I'll let you have it back.
- Oh, no, you don't have to.

You don't mean to say,
you're gonna give it to me?

- Oh, of course--
- Oh, aren't you a peach. Oh-ho.

Wow! Love it.
I look kinda hot in this.

- Oh, yes.
- Oh, Lurline, do I have to go?

I don't want to. I like it here.

Aw! Blondie..

If I introduce you to my friends..

...will you promise
not to make any cracks?

Me?

Well, you know, about uptown--

Oh, of course, I certainly
wouldn't if you said not.

'I'm up at Lurline's now.'

No, she's got to go to the show.

What? Oh..

Blondie, dear,
I'm so glad to see you--

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

- What's this?
- Me?

- Yes, you.
- Larry.

- What are you doing for dinner?
- Dinner? I've had it.

- Hm.
- What's the idea?

I gotta get a girl for Murchenson.

He's big business.
All the oil in Oklahoma.

Don't you think you might
consult me about plans, dear?

Don't be silly.
Say, what is Josephine's number?

Oh, you're not going to call her.

- I'll call someone.
- Yes, you will.

I could go if you wanted me to.

Oh, that's great! Hah!

- She's cute.
- Thank you, mister.

Mister yourself.

Unfortunately,
Blondie has to leave.

- Come on, Blondie.
- Oh, no, she doesn't.

No, I'm gonna talk her out of it.

- How about it?
- I don't really have to go.

But you said you did.

- Did I?
- Are you kidding?

You don't have to go, do you?

Well, if Lurline says I do.
I do.

- I guess I better leave--
- No, no, no, that's silly.

Stop it, Larry, I'll be cross.

You're frightening
your little friend.

What's the matter?
Aren't you two speaking?

We've been chums
ever since we were kids.

What are you sore about, Lurline?

I'm not sore.

You're so absurd,
you know perfectly well

you promised
your mother you'd be home.

- When?
- Over the telephone just now.

Are you screwy?
You know we have no telephone.

"Screwy," don't be rude.

You're the one that's rude.

- Now, Blondie, please.
- Well, don't get fresh with me.

If you've come up in the world,
you don't have to..

...to make a fool out of me.

Blondie!

Aw. Aw, the poor little kid.

- Larry, come here.
- No, no.

No, I don't like that.
I don't like it.

Larry.

- Come here. Come here.
- Let me go.

- Cut it out.
- Come here. Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it.
Stop it. Stop it.

- Who do you think you are?
- Who do you think you are?

- Mussolini.
- Oh, you're..

- Say it.
- I'm too much of a lady.

Yeah, I was afraid of that.
Now, let me tell you something..

You can't tell me anything.
I'm going.

- Come here!
- Stop this!

You running out
of people's houses that way.

Not saying goodbye.
No hat, or coat.

Didn't your mother teach you
any better than that?

- What you need's a drink.
- I don't drink.

- Smoke?
- No.

- Stay out late nights?
- No.

- Like the boys?
- No!

- You eat?
- Yes.

That's alright.
I'll take you out to dinner.

- Ah, you're fresh.
- Come here.

- Where do you live?
- Uptown on the east side.

- Married or single?
- Boo!

Thank you very much.

Seriously... Lurline's alright.

She just gets a little temperamental
every once in a while.

I guess that's it.

Just because she's in the follies.

Well, she's very,
very good in the follies.

- I'd like to see her.
- And so you shall.

- I'll take you myself, tonight.
- No, I'm going home.

- How?
- I'll walk.

We'll walk.

Oh.

- Going down?
- You are.

Going down.

I've always adored you.

- Oh, do you know Monty Bonjar?
- Monty Bon?

I forget how many tons, but
a veritable palace on the sea.

♪ She was a village maiden
her life's full of pain ♪

♪ She met her little Larry
and she lost her name... again ♪♪

And I want that you should meet
my friend, Miss Blondie McClune.

Miss Cavanaugh. I've been dying
for you two to meet.

Oh, Larry.

Blondie, what on Earth
made you fly away like that?

- Like a veritable sky rocket.
- Gee, Lottie, you're a scream.

- Doesn't she make you laugh?
- Yes, she does.

She was always like that,
even in the store

just out of nowhere,
she'd get so hotsy-totsy

even the customers would laugh.

Oh, uh, Lurline, I, uh..

...asked your girlfriend
to go to follies with me.

- You don't mind, do you?
- Why, no.

I think it would be charming..

...if Blondie can go.

Hi-hi, I'm there already.

Oh, say, what about this though?

Oh, you look great,
she'll lend you a hat and coat.

- Won't you, darling?
- Quite certainly.

- Ain't she the peach?
- Come on, Blondie.

- Hi, mister.
- Mister yourself.

'I think I can find
something for you.'

Cute?

Yes, I like blonde.

Lottie, can I come 'round back

of the stage and see you after?

- I hope you will.
- Oh, swell. How do I look?

- Charming.
- Goodie!

'Hey, there's a dame
in the box with Larry.'

'A blonde.'

She happens to be
a friend of mine.

'Oh, yeah, well,
you're a bigger sap

'than I thought you were.'

Look at them.

Look at them, they're really
something, aren't they?

- Goodbye, pal.
- Ha-ha-ha!

Say, how much do they pay
those girls to be in the show?

Oh, about 50, 60,
70 dollars a week.

Do you think you could
fix it up for me?

Oh, I'm not pretty enough
for a show, am I?

Yes, you are.
You're very pretty indeed.

- Thank you, mister.
- Mister yourself.

I wish I could dance like that.

Oh, hello!

Hello, Larry. How are you?

I want you to meet a friend
of mine, Miss McClune.

This is the man
who owns the whole show.

- Glad that you're here.
- How do you do, sir?

She's never been back stage

and she would like
to go back stage.

Yeah.

I think that can be arranged.

- Really?
- How about right now?

- Oh, fine. That'll be great.
- Alright.

Will you ask him
if he could put me inside?

- Right now?
- Yeah.

Alright, you stay right here.

How about this kid for the show?

No. Full up now.

Oh, come on, she's cute.

- What's this, another?
- I only like chicks.

- You fellows kill me.
- Huh, go ahead.

I'll see what I can do. Bye-bye.

See if you can use this girl.

Turn around.

- Lift them up.
- Oh.

I just wanna see
that you're knock-kneed.

Me? I should say no.

Alright, uh,
well, you better drop in

say, around ten o'clock
tomorrow morning.

Oh, thanks. That's swell.

Ha-ha-ha, yourself.

Just got your girlfriend
a job in the follies.

- Why?
- She's cute.

Yes, she is.

Say, how about a party tonight?
She wants to see life.

- She should see it with you.
- Now, don't be mean.

I'll meet you over in the speak.

I'll meet you, Larry.
But nothing doing if she comes.

Why not?

Oh, because I..
Oh, Larry.

Then I'll bring her if I want to.
You're trying to run things.

No one could run you.

Certain amount of truth in that.

'Come on, dear, come on.'

Watch your beads.

Fresh.

Hey, you're going swell, kiddy.

Hey, what's the matter with her?

Well. True! There she is.

Hey!

- What's eating you?
- Nothing.

We thought you were awfully
hotsy-totsy just now.

- Who's "We?"
- Larry and me.

Oh.

- Hey, Lottie.
- Lurline!

I've got a chance to get
in this show. Isn't that great?

And I owe it all to you, kiddy.

Say, I like that. What if
I could have one like that?

Blondie, please.
I'm trying to make a change.

Oh.

Would you be sore
if I got in this show?

Of course not.

Hi-hi! That's great.

Say, I love this racket.

This is swell. Ha-ha!

Oh, boy. These matches.

Hey, Lottie, would you
show me the ropes?

- My name is Lurline.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Say, I've to be here at ten,
old man pop-eyes

he thinks I'm kind of cute.

Look, smoking. Me.

Well, I guess I better be going.

Lottie, I'll see you after.

- Who said so?
- Larry.

Say, didn't he ask you?

Well, if he didn't, I'll make him.

He'll do anything I say.
He's cute.

Sorry, Blondie,
but I have another engagement.

Well, that's just too tough.

Would've been nice
to have you with us.

Well, toodaloo.

Bye-bye, kiddies!

I'll be seeing you,
I'm gonna be in the show.

Lurline.

The cards say
that that little blonde girl

is unconsciously not being
a friend of yours.

I don't believe in fortune.

- Not Larry Belmonte?
- Oh, shut up.

- Looking for Larry?
- What?

- Are you looking for Larry?
- Yes, I'm looking for Larry.

- Well, he's up front.
- Thanks.

You're welcome.

No smoking, please.

I didn't know about that.

Oh, that's pretty. Lovely.

- Oh, what a cute little hat.
- Yeah?

- Hello.
- Hello, where've you been?

- I've been looking for you?
- Come on! Goodnight, John.

- Goodnight, Larry.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Larry.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Larry.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Where are we going?

I know a nice, quiet,
little speakeasy.

Where they have soft music,
soft lights, and hard liquor.

Oh, joy.

I'll be seeing you later, queen.

So long.

Oh, yes.

- That man's here again.
- Come in.

Go ahead. Go on.

- Good evening, Mr. Belmonte.
- Hello, Arthur.

Nice to see you, sir.

How about a little cold champagne?

Sir, private room
or your usual table.

- No, I'll take the bar.
- Go right ahead, sir.

Bar? I've often heard of one
of those things

that movies talk about.

- Hello, Larry.
- Hello.

- 'Hello, Larry.'
- Hello.

- Hello. Already back?
- 'Here we are again.'

Aren't you afraid you'll get pinched?

I'll have a strawberry sundae.

Make it two strawberry sundaes.

♪ When our eyes met
we both knew ♪

♪ Something unsaid
something true ♪

♪ Now do thee own we have thou ♪

♪ I feel the music bouncing ♪

♪ From beyond
and around to the Earth ♪

♪ So why don't you take me? ♪

♪ Why do you wait? ♪

♪ Dance to the beat
of my heart ♪

♪ The night is housing swiftly ♪

♪ Why did we ever come? ♪

♪ One little love ♪

♪ One little word ♪

♪ The word I'm yearning
to hear ♪

You're a darling.

♪ I know I want you ♪

♪ And you know you want me ♪

Don't, mister.

If you don't mean it.

♪ Don't you take me there ♪♪

Was he always like that?

Oh, yes.
He was always like that.

You know, my father
is Irish and French.

And my mother,
she's Scotch and English.

It's a good combination.

It comes from very good start.

Very fine start.

My sister, you know, she's
married to my brother-in-law.

Oh. What does he do?

Oh, well, he doesn't like to work.

He's very sensitive. He says
work gets on his nerves.

- He'd like to be an inventory--
- 'Please, Mr. Belmonte, sir.'

'We're closing now.'

And they have the cutest little
baby you ever saw.

Awfully cute.
The baby's really smart.

The baby really is.

And you know, my brother Stanley.

My father especially, you know...

I'd like to meet him.

Hi, you drive like a streak.

Comes the dawn.

I saw the dawn last new year.

Say, you know what,
I thought you were going to be

fresh when we first started out.

But I took a chance
because I liked you.

And I like you too.

Don't you know,
there are certain girls

who can stop men from being fresh
just because they're certain girls.

- Understand me?
- Yes.

I think you're grand, mister.

- Mister yourself.
- Hi-hi!

Oh, this is swell.

Home.

I like you.

Oh!

Oh-h-h.

You gotta lower me.

- Alright, lookout--
- Good morning.

Darling, darling,
your house detective.

Hello, pa. This is Larry.

He's seeing me home.

Something tells me, madam,
that you better get down.

Oh, what do you mean?

Oh, pa, this is Larry.

- Larry Lou.
- Oh, so your pa?

She's been telling
about her pa all evening.

Can you walk now, chicken?

- Yeah.
- Come, Blondie.

Stand back, I'm alright.

I think I better carry you.

No, I don't think you're..

So long, Larry.

Okay, baby. See you tomorrow.

No, you won't.

- 'Oh, no?'
- No.

Oh, now, Mr. McClune, there's
no need to act like that.

She just had a little bit
of champagne.

She's perfectly alright.

'Ouch!'

Oh, now, she's goin' bumpty.

It's that fresh air
after all that champagne.

Take your hands off.
and let her go!

How dare you. Get out of here.
You're intoxicated.

I'm not intoxicated.
I'm just a little bit tight.

Goodnight, Blondie. God bless.

Tell 'em all how good we've been.

- Goodbye, mister..
- Mister yourself.

Blondie.

Oh, pa.

You go to bed, ma.
I'll make the coffee.

Oh, she's alright.
She's only had a drink.

She ain't used to it.

She's soused to the gills.

Ma, she must have had
a lot of fun.

Did you see the coat she had on?
She must've been up at Lottie's.

That's where she's been, alright.

Oh, I wish I had known
she was going.

I'd have gone too.
Oh, just for a little fun.

- I'm going in the follies.
- The follies?

Is that there where you've been?
The follies?

Backstage, the speakeasy,
and the dressing room.

And that Larry Lou,
oh, can he dance.

♪ Why don't you take me ♪

♪ Why do you wait ♪♪

Who is this man?

Larry Belmonte, oh, he's grand.

- Why didn't you ask him in?
- I asked you, who's this man?

I told you, pa. Larry Belmonte.

- Where did you meet him?
- I met him up at Lottie's.

- Oh, she's a peach.
- Does it occur to you?

That you're a decent girl
with a decent home

and decent parents?

I know. What's the matter, pa?

How dare you stand here
and ask me, "What's the matter?"

When you kept your entire family
up all night waiting for you.

Thinking you might be hurt.

Do you know
we've telephoned everywhere?

Do you know I've been to the police.

Well, you didn't have do that,

I thought you knew
I was up with Lottie.

You were with this man.

Where did you go with him?

I told you, I went
to the follies, and then--

And then, where?

Thenwhere did you go with him?

Don't talk to me like that, pa.

Talk to you?
I thought I'll thrash you.

Oh! Stop it!

Shut up, Blondie.
Don't you talk to your pa like that!

You better go and get some sleep.

Uh, sleep? Why, she's due at
the store in three hours.

Oh, it ain't the first time,
she's been up all night

what about last new year's?

Now, next time anything
like this happens

you can get out of this house
and stay out, you hear me?

Anyone would think
I could commit a crime.

- Done something wrong.
- And did you?

- No!
- You're drunk!

This man was drunk.
Do you know what danger means?

- With him?
- Yes, with him!

- He's a gentleman.
- A gentleman?

He's a no-good drunken up-start.

And you're never gonna see him
again, do you understand me?

I'm gonna see him if I want to.

You're not.
You're going to obey me

or else get out of this house.

Alright, I'll get
out of this house.

I'll obey you,
but he was decent, pa--

Don't stand there
and argue with me.

You must promise me never
to speak to him again.

- Or get out!
- Alright, I'll get out!

I gonna do what I want,
I'm gonna live the way I want!

- And I'm going now.
- Come here.

Let me go!

Blondie!

'Blondie!'

Lottie, I'd like to speak to you.

- What about?
- May I come in?

- No. Not now.
- It's important.

Alright, come in then.

- Well, what?
- I quit home.

- Why?
- I'm going on my own, like you.

- What do you mean?
- In the follies.

Oh, you're a fool.

He said I'll do fine.

And who's "He?"

Larry.

He did?

Yes.

And what other balloon juice

did he whisper until daylight?

Lots. I like him.

You do?

Yes.

And he likes me.

He told you so?

He was drunk.

Oh, it is true, isn't it?

You are stuck on him, aren't you?

- Are you blind?
- Why didn't you tell me?

- Haven't we been pals?
- Oh, I've been waiting--

- I would never wanna hurt you.
- He's never done this to me.

Oh. And I like him.

If I were his wife..

...I could go out
and tell the world

how I feel and get some sympathy.

But me?

I could just break my heart

and keep quiet about it.

Or get the big ha-ha..

...from everybody.

Poor Lottie.

Poor Lottie.

I've been an awful fool.

Why didn't you tell me?

You just don't tell those things.

You could have told me, mug.

Get into bed, kid.

And I'll tell you an earful.

Okay.

'The girl ain't dead.'

'You better telephone
the store at eight o'clock'

and tell Mr. Robinson
Blondie's sick.

Ah, she's up on Park Avenue
having breakfast with Lottie.

'Champagne and caviar.'

'I wish I was the dame.'

You think she's with Lottie?

'Sure, that's where she is.'

'She'll be back.'

You lay off her, pa.

If you give her a line
like you did this morning

she'll never come back.

You're just an old-fashioned father.

The kind you see in the movies.

That stuff don't go anymore.

Let the girl have her fling.
She's alright.

I guess I am a, a bit old-time.

Hello, pa.

Hello, Blondie.

- I'm sorry.
- Darling, I'm sorry, too.

I didn't mean to blow up.

Well, I shouldn't have
lost my temper.

I-I thought I'd stop
and see you on the way to work.

Well, you're late for work.

I figured this was more important.

How'd you know I was here?

Where else could you be?

- Like it?
- It's very nice.

Look, there's a big bedroom there

and there's the kitchen,
and maid's room there.

Look, you can see all
of New York from here.

Would you believe
there could be such places?

Come here.

Look at this.

You see that?

That's where we live,
way off, up there.

"Way off?"

Way off.

Oh, pa.

Well, I'm really
going in the follies.

I've got a date at the theatre
at ten. And I'm going.

In the follies?

Sure, what's wrong about that?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

Blondie..

- Oh, pa, don't start.
- No, no, no. No, no.

I'm not going to start.

I've finished.

- Not with me, pa.
- No, Blondie.

I'll never finish
with you. Never.

What I meant was, I'm finished
being an old-time pa.

I've thought it over carefully.

A father shouldn't..

...shouldn't try to stop a kid

from doing something
that she wants to do.

That is, unless it's very wrong.

And you never could do
anything very wrong.

Could you, Blondie?

- You know I couldn't, pa.
- I know you couldn't.

Well, the follies is alright,
then? They pay well.

Where will you live?

Well..

...here for the time being.

Lottie said I could.

You, you couldn't, you couldn't go

on the follies and live home?

Oh, no!

It's such a long way uptown
at night, you see, uh, but..

...I'll come and see you all
the time, though when I, I'll--

Well, we'll send
your things down here.

Unless you want
to come up home after them?

Oh, I don't need
anything from there.

Lottie said she'll lend
me everything.

- Isn't she a pal?
- Yes.

Yes, it's-it's-it's fine.

It's really fine.

Don't mind me, Blondie.

I'm an old crab,
but I don't mean to be.

It, it is fine, it's really fine.

Well..

...goodbye, Blondie,
good luck.

Well, anyone would think
I was going away forever.

Aren't you glad?

Take care of my girl.

Take care of my baby.

Oh, it's fine.

It's-it's really fine.

I'll see you.

It's fine.

'Has he gone?'

Yes, he's gone.

- Bless you.
- Thanks.

Oh, Blondie, if you're going
by ferry, you better hurry.

I'll get you some practice clothes.

Oh, the practice pants.
Pour mademoisella.

Lottie... you certainly
are a pal.

I like you, Blondie.

I've always liked you.

- So glad we're pals again.
- Hm.

But it seems like home,
doesn't it?

But remember one thing

hands off that Larry number.

I promised you, didn't I?

By the way,
we're going at a yacht tonight.

Murchenson, the oil man.

Oh, it's a palace,
a palace on the sea.

Goodie.

We'll get you some clothes.

Swell.

What's the matter, Blondie?
Aren't you happy about going?

Oh, sure.

You don't have to,
if you don't want to, you know.

Oh, it's fine, Lottie.

Really.

It is..

...fine.

Well, it is a natural, I tell you.

'Ouch!'

'You pulled my dress.'

Oh, hello, hello.

- It's a pleasure to be aboard.
- Welcome.

Really. You know Miss McClune,
don't you?

Yeah, he gave me a funny look
the other day, you know.

- Exactly.
- He's got naughty eyes.

Why, I'll be pleased
when I see Larry here.

- Oh, yes, he's here.
- Oh!

I'll leave you two children alone.

Hey, wait.

Hello, boy.

- Isn't it a divine boat?
- Divine.

A palace on the sea.

Why didn't you call me?

I should have come
aboard with you.

Why did you bring her here?

Why not?

For Murchenson?

- Why not, you jealous?
- Perhaps.

What do you mean,
introducing her to this racket?

"Racket?"
What are you talking about?

She's a nice kid, you're heading
her off the track.

I suppose you were holding
her on the track with two arms.

- Like this, weren't you?
- I've great respect for her.

- She's a decent kid.
- And I suppose I'm not.

I didn't say that.

Why do you persist in making things
as uncomfortable as possible?

You know as well as I do that--

Go on, say it, we're through.

Bluntly, yes.

I..

...I made arrangements today.

Oh, money doesn't mean
anything, Larry.

I'm afraid it does.

- Hello, Lurline.
- Oh, hello, Josephine.

- How are ya?
- Hello, dear.

I see you brought this

charming little blonde with you.

Oh, she's very sweet.

Follies are very fortunate.

You're a pretty girl.

Thanks.

I like blondes.

I've never been on a yacht before.

- No? Steward, champagne.
- No.

- Hurry up.
- 'Yes, sir.'

- You must come often.
- Yes, I'd love to.

- Hello, how's your pa?
- Okay.

Would you like to take a look
around the ship?

No, she doesn't wanna take
a look around the ship.

You don't wanna take a look
around the ship, do you?

Oh, what do you say?

- Yes, I--
- Now, wait a minute.

I wanna talk to this young lady.

I'm an old friend
of the family as you know.

Are you serious?

I was never more serious
in my life.

Alright.

- Wait.
- Wait a minute.

- I wanna talk to you.
- What about?

You're a nice kid,
and you wanna watch your step.

Thanks.

- I'm very fond of you.
- Thanks again.

- I'm serious.
- Yes.

You don't know to play around
with people like this

it doesn't mean a thing.

What if it doesn't mean anything
what about Lurline?

I'd rather not discuss
that. It's over.

So, I don't wanna talk to you.

I'm going.

What did you mean about Lurline?

Has she been talking to you?

I'm not saying.
But you know what I mean.

Indeed, I do know what you mean.
I understand you perfectly.

Well, that's that then.

But don't you think you might give me
a chance for some explanation?

I'm not in love with Lurline.

You know who we were talking
about last night?

Certain kind of girls--

I won't hear
a word against Lurline.

I wouldn't say a word against
Lurline. It would be silly.

Silly? When she loves
you the way she does?

- I admit, I'm wrong.
- What good is that to her?

None.

I was just hoping it might

help me clear myself with you.

- You're different.
- How am I different?

Well, I've been thinking
about it all day.

You see, I only have
one feeling for you.

A feeling of respect
and affection--

You're tired of Lurline,
and I'm just new.

- That's not true.
- She's my friend.

She's also my friend.

I know that
and so does everybody else.

- Alright, then.
- Alright, then.

Now, what?

Oh, go away.

'Break.'

'What's the idea?'

Bye.

Remember what I told you.

Bye, Lurline.

And you promised.

I won't see him again.

Tell me something..

...if we really were washed up..

...would you like
him for yourself?

Oh, Lurline, don't be silly.

Come on, you can tell me.

I don't know.

We're pals.

Come on, you can tell me.

I tell you, I don't know.

I won't get sore.

Come on, tell me.

Well, I..

...I guess I might.

Oh, my..

You might?

Oh, you might?

- Jim Josephine, was he called?
- Goodnight, commodore.

- But why home?
- I'm tired.

Look here, you weren't
very friendly just now.

You won't get anywhere
with little Miss McClune.

I'll promise you that.
Goodnight.

Please.

We would like this room,
if you don't mind.

Steward, steward.

- Yes, madame?
- Please.

Uh, can't you bring a boat,
or something?

I'm leaving for the shore.

- Yes, madame.
- Oh, steward.

- Yes, madame?
- Are you discreet?

- No, I'm English, ma'am.
- Oh, no.

I mean, uh..

...can you keep your trap
shut about this?

- Yes, madame.
- And..

Can't you find some
women's doodads

or something
that we could wear, you know?

Ladies bathing suits only, madame.

Um.

- There's a boat leaving now, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Thank you for the loan
of the dress, Lurline

and for everything else too.

If I hadn't gone home
on Mother's Day

I wouldn't have you
on my hands now.

- I should've known better.
- I'm not on your hands.

I'm being blamed for everything.

For what?

Oh, for getting
you into this racket.

For leading the precious
white lamb astray.

Say, what kind of a line
did you give him, anyway?

I didn't give him any line.

- But he warned me.
- Yes, against me.

Oh, no, he was grand about you.

Grand about me?

Grand? Grand!

Oh, I know how you feel.

Because, I know how I feel too.

You don't have to tell me
how you feel.

Didn't I see you?

And you promised.

I'll never see him again,
never, never.

Why not? Why not?

'He has lots of money,
he got you in the show.'

- 'Why not?'
- Because I promised you and..

Because he belongs to you.

Why don't you go home
and forget it?

I can't forget it.

Well, be good enough
to go home, anyway.

I'm through with you for keeps.

Okay.

So, go home.

Say, who're you ordering about?

Maybe I don't wanna go home.

- Maybe I like it here.
- No.

- Maybe--
- Everybody is laughing at you.

You don't know
what it's all about.

Go back to the store.
You don't belong here.

- Maybe.
- Well, goodnight, then.

Oh, if you could
only see yourself.

Trying to be something you're not.

- Get out!
- I won't get out.

You see, if I don't know
what it's all about.

I'll keep my promise
to you about Larry.

But there are plenty of other men.

And I'm going in
for a big time, kiddy.

- Oh, yes?
- Yes!

Excuse me, now, please.

Miss Lurline Calabash.

But I have an engagement
on the poop deck

of this "Palace of the sea"

with its owner, Mr. Murchenson.

- Cut it out, cut it out!
- I won't cut it out!

You watch my smoke!

Got a match?

Whoo!

Well, she's a charming, Murchenson.

I like blondes.

Oh, um, I want you to take
these up to my mother.

Be careful not to break them.

And this note too,
uh, you can take them

around the clock
if they want to go.

I shan't need you until seder time.

- Is Miss McClune in?
- Yes, sir.

Won't you come in?

Miss McClune will be here, sir.

Thank you.

- Hello.
- Hello, Larry.

- I got your wire, so I came.
- Oh, that was nice of you.

Gee, that's, uh... charming.

Thanks. Won't you sit down?

Oh, not there. Here.

- Here?
- Yes.

Yes, ma'am.

Will you have tea, or a drink?

I think it'd better be tea.

Oh, yeah, tea. Tea.

I've been reading about
your polo on Sunday.

- Oh?
- Yes.

Oh, Larry.

I have someone coming.

So, if you don't mind
being bored with me

I won't say what
I have to say until they come.

Oh.

Okay.

By any chance,
have you an evening paper?

Oh, certainly.

Evening paper, please.

- It's been three months now.
- Since what?

Since we've spoken to each other.

Oh, yes, that party
on the yacht, I remember.

Mm, I haven't spoken
to Lurline since then.

Neither have I.

Oh, I don't hold
any grudge against her.

Oh, I shouldn't think you would.

You should feel
very grateful to her.

After all, she introduced
you to the larger life.

Why, I am grateful to her.

Then that's that.

Market's going out of blazes.

Yes, it's good
for the bears though.

I sold short today.

You're well advised.

I am.

Getting wiser.

I always have been wise.

Yes, I think you have.

- Sugar?
- One.

- Cream?
- No, thank you.

- Toast?
- Cinnamon?

- I think so.
- You think so?

I can smell it
all the way from here.

The customer's always right.

Not always.

What's on your mind?
I haven't got much time.

Oh, I'm boring you.

Oh, you couldn't bore me.

Situations bore me though.

I'm getting so, I distrust
everything and everybody.

It's old age creeping
up on me, I guess.

- You look very well.
- 'And so do you.'

Isn't fair for one person
to have all that charm.

How does it feel to be a success?

"Success?"

'Miss McClune wears this.'

'Miss McClune smokes that.'

'I've been reading about you.'

You're laughing at me.

You wouldn't want me
to cry over you, would you?

You couldn't cry over anyone,
even if you try.

You mean I'm not sincere.

No.

I was sincere with you.

- 'And you know it.'
- And now?

Now's another day, isn't it?

Yes, funny, isn't it?

Very funny,
that's why I'm laughing.

Would be a lucky girl
who gets you seriously.

The lady who did get me seriously

turned out to be very lucky.

Now, who's that?

Well, if this isn't a palace

of luck in a circus,
I don't know what is.

'"Step up boys and girls
and take your chance'

'on the bigger life."'

Oh, stop it.

Stop it.

I'm sorry.

Wait, don't go.
I asked her to come here.

I'm sorry, pardon me.

Lurline! Lurline!

- Please come in.
- What for?

I want you to.

Alright.

Just in time, Larry.

I told you to throw that thing
away six months ago.

No.

You gave it to me.

There.

Thanks.

I hope I'm not
disturbing anything.

Looks like old home week.

Won't you sit down, Lurline?
Larry has to hurry.

Now, that I'm here, it's a wonder

he doesn't jump right
through the window.

'Well, I'm saving that 'til
the market reaches the bottom.'

Your eyes are just a little bit..

...watery, aren't they?

Oh, I've been worried.

Yes. You look it.

Well, I felt I was the cause of
breaking you and Larry up and..

Well..

We haven't spoken to each other

either of us, since that night
on the yacht and..

Well, I felt
that I might be the means

of bringing you together again.

You know that you care
for Larry and..

Oh, I'm sure
that Larry cares for you.

Oh, I don't know what
I did to him to make him change.

Yes, what was it, Larry?

What do you want me to say?

I want you to say that..

...that you'll make
it up with Lurline.

I'm sorry.

We understood
one another perfectly.

- Until you walked out, we did.
- It was a mistake.

- It all started in fun and--
- Fun?

'Well, I don't mean
to be unkind about this thing'

'but there was no real love in it.'

- 'You know that.'
- How do you know?

You didn't love me.

That's true, Larry.

Did I ever say I loved you?

- No, you didn't.
- I didn't.

It's my fault and I'm terribly,
terribly sorry.

I'll do anything
in the world to make amends.

I admire you but to pretend
that I loved you

'would lead to all kinds
of things, it's been a mistake.'

'So, why go on with it for
your sake as well as for mine?'

But you did love her.
You must have loved her before--

Before of what?

You belong to Lurline.

My dear child,
I don't belong to anybody.

I think we're taking
this thing much too seriously.

I know why you brought
this about this afternoon.

It's a very sweet thought
but it's impossible.

We're friends.

If there's anything in the world
I can do for either one of you kids..

...please let me know.

Bye, darling.

Never saw you looking
better in my life.

Thanks, Larry.

This big gay life isn't all
it's cracked up to be, is it?

Goodbye, mister.

Mister yourself.

'Uh, some champagne, very cold.'

'Have you got some? Good.'

- Have we got a date?
- Not 'til theatre.

- Wanna drink?
- Sure.

I have some champagne coming.
Very cold.

- What brand?
- Heidsieck.

Hm. I always use that.

- Yeah?
- Sure.

- Hurt your hand?
- Hm.

How?

You know where you hold
me in the ballet?

That's where your nails
have been every night.

Tough. I've hated you.

You thought I was seeing Larry?

You weren't, were you?

I promised you, didn't I?

Swell.

- Yes, it is nice, isn't it?
- Mm.

I'm having my apartment
in silver and black, modern.

- Oh, swell.
- Sure.

I bet it'll be fine.

Leave that right out here
and we'll take care of it.

- Where is he?
- Who?

Big cheese.

- You mean, Mr. Murchenson?
- Yes.

- He's duck shooting.
- Hm, poor little duck.

I could marry him if I wanted to.

- Oh, yeah?
- Oh.

- You don't believe me, do you?
- Oh, sure.

Well, I'll prove it to you.

Listen, do you remember
that little document

you know, that private thing,
I've told you put in that--

Bring Mr. Murchenson's
last letter.

Where is it?

Hm? Oh.

Here it is.
Bring in the telephone.

I wonder who that is.
Let me see.

Hello? Hello?

Yes, this is Blondie.

Hey, oh, how're you doing?

Mm, swell.

Say, that's a nice coat
you got on there.

Yeah, I'll be right over.

Yeah, I've got one like it in gray.

- Yeah?
- Listen, come on over.

- Lurline's here.
- Say, I'm going.

Oh, don't be silly, pipe down.

Say, we're going on a pip!

Come on, bring a whole crowd
over... and an orchestra!

Oh, say, that's going to be swell.

Come on over.
Alright, we'll wait for you.

Say, hi-hi-hi!
Oh, we're gonna have fun and--

Why don't you marry him?

It's millions.

I couldn't marry, only for love.

And that's just
flown out of the window.

It's flown for you too, hasn't it?

Oh, I'm used to it.

I wish I could get used to it.

Poor baby.

- Here's how, kid.
- Here we go.

Oh, kiddies! Come on in.
The party's going great.

Ah, an orchestra.

What happened?
I came in with a girl.

- How are ya, boys?
- 'Alright, Jimmy?'

We'll discuss that later.

- 'Where've you been, Jimmy.'
- Oh.

I just come from Grand Hotel.

And say, don't ever take

your gal to see Grand Hotel.

Why, one look at that guy
Barrymore and you're robbed.

Why, you become a crumb.

You know Barrymore's
got dissa and datta.

I ain't got dissa and datta.

And when you ain't got dissa
and datta, you become negative.

And that's positive.

Say..

Say, it get's me sore, a lotta girls
wave about that Barrimore's profile.

Why, I got more profile than all
the Barrimores put together.

Oh, wait a moment.

Wait... what does it get me?
What does it get me?

No, listen, don't take your girl
to see the Grand Hotel.

Because one look
at Barrymore and you're robbed.

Wait a minute.
Let me act it out now.

The theatre was dark.

There was a certain tension.

And, uh, we were seated.

Or rather she was.

In fact, we all was. So what?

- So what?
- 'So what?'

- 'So what?'
- 'So what?'

Sh. Sh.
We were holding hands so cuddly.

When suddenly,
along the corridor..

...who comes along
but Barrymore.

Why, does he have
the pearls? No.

He passed along the passage.

There was four passages.

You left out a passage.

Thank you.

Swines.

Did he pick the wrong passage?

- 'No.'
- No.

He took the right passage
to the room 1-7-8.

Wait a minute.
And then he opened the door.

And there lyin' on the bed..

...in her own environment..

The grief of it.

The pain of it.

There lay Garble.

Garble.

Garble.

Garble.

Garble.

Garble.

Garble.

Who are you?
Why are you here?

To breathe the air you breathe.

I'm nuts about it.

I'm nuts about it.

Oh, that face.

Why does it look at me like that?

- Because I'm a cat.
- Cat?

- How tired you are.
- Yes.

I am tired.

So tired.

Katstronski.

'Katstronski.'

You telling me?

Go.

I want to be alone.

What a mama. What a mama.

Please, please.

Please let me stay.

Well, just for the week then.

- Just for the week?
- Yes.

Oh.

This is Miss McClune, yes.

What is it?

What?

Who?

Yes, where?

Twenty-two. Remember that.

Get me a hat and coat.

Twenty-two, Water Street.

Alright, I'll be right there.

- Ow!
- What's the matter, Blondie?

Coat. Get my coat.

Quickly.

- Get the coat, will you?
- Get the coat.

Hurry up.

'Yuhoo!'

'What the..'

Hey, girl.
What're you looking for?

- Is this Florence?
- Yes.

- Well, how to get in?
- Around the other side.

- You can go through this way.
- Please, can you help?

Give me your hand.

- Which-which way do we go?
- Right up that way.

- There?
- Ah-ha.

Yuhoo!

Here.

- What are you doing? Oh.
- He hates them.

I'm Miss McClune.
What's the matter?

Well, we got a doctor
as quickly as we could.

Well, where is he?

He fell from his chair
and struck his head.

- Oh. Lottie!
- Everything's gonna be okay.

Pa!

Pa!

What's the matter?
Are you the doctor?

Yes. He hasn't seemed
right for a long time.

- Uh, you a daughter too?
- No.

Oh, can't you get him
to a hospital?

It isn't his head.
That's merely a scalp wound.

Pa? It's Blondie.

Oh, why can't you do something?

What're you standing around for?

Blondie, dear.

The doctor said
that it isn't his head.

It's his heart.

Oh, no.

Pa.

Please.

He's..

- Say, will you do me a favor?
- Sure.

When Blondie McClune
gets off, tell her

that Larry Belmonte's over
at speakeasy.

- He wants to see her.
- Go to a speakeasy?

- Sure, he's off to Europe.
- Hey, what was that?

Well, I just told her,
when Blondie McClune gets off

Larry Belmonte wants to see her
over at speakeasy.

You mean he asked for
Blondie McClune?

Sure, you heard me.

You'll be fired, Lurline.

That would be just too bad.
Wouldn't it?

- Where's Blondie McClune?
- Here.

- Blondie, you're wanted.
- Who wants me?

'A messenger.'

Larry Belmonte's
screaming for you.

- Larry Belmonte?
- Yes.

- Didn't you get the message?
- I didn't get any message.

Larry Belmonte's over at speakeasy
he wants you to come over right away.

- Try and slip over if you can.
- I can't.

I think he's going
to Europe tonight.

- I told the girls to tell you.
- Oh, they didn't tell me.

- He just asked for you again.
- Okay.

Alright.

Say, get my things.
I'm in a hurry.

And when is the boat sailing?

Oh, I don't know.
Hour, hour and a half, two hours.

And then, you'll be in Paris. Hm.

Oui. Oui. Vive la France.

I wish I were going.

I'd love to go to Paris. Hmm.

Oh, why don't you? You've got
plenty of money, haven't you?

Money?
Yes, I have the money but..

- But what?
- Larry.

- When're you coming back?
- Oh, I don't know.

When the market gets better.
Who knows?

- Drink up.
- Sure. Champagne, please.

You shouldn't be here
while the show is on.

- I can't serve you.
- No?

Try and throw me out.

Same old Lurline.

Oh, even the things are, Larry.

I hate to think of your going.
But the boat might sink.

Why, golly,
I never thought of that.

No, you wouldn't.

Um, pardon me.

'Surely. Hurry back.'

Hello, funny face.

- You're going away.
- Mm-hm.

Why?

- I'm tired of things.
- What things?

Fun and the market.
The market and fun.

Work and playing overnight,
since that goes with it.

Pa died, you know.

Yeah, I know.

You could have sent me
a little note.

I'm sorry.

- Oh, my little girl.
- Oh, don't say that.

That's what he used to call me.

My little girl.

- Just like that.
- You are a little girl.

You always have been,
and you always will be.

Larry, take care of yourself.

Don't drink.

Don't get not to caring.

I love you.
Don't you know that?

- No.
- I'm not drunk.

I've never said
that before, have I?

Why are you saying it now?

Because I'm going away.

Away from you,
and away from myself.

Yes.

I think that would
be better for both of us.

We're not good for each other.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. We're late.

- I can't believe you're wrong.
- What do you mean I'm wrong?

He came back to see you.
You can't keep him.

Oh, I don't know what you're talking.

I was only saying goodbye to him.

- You were not!
- Oh, you're crazy!

Oh, shut up!

We had a girl almost killed
on the end of that whip.

Her partner was careless.

I wouldn't go on if I were you.

Will you stop your talking?
Will you stop your talking?

Someone should have them stopped.

She'll kill her.

Keep it up. Keep it up.
Keep it up.

Nothing's happened. Come on,
now. Nothing's happened.

Uh, let's have
a light there, crowd.

'Step aside, please.'

'Step aside.'

What happened?

I think she was over to speakeasy.

- Did you call an ambulance?
- Yes, we did.

- Run the show.
- 'Yes, sir.'

Come on, guys.
Get going, get going.

Shh. Quiet, please, quiet.

Now, let that be a lesson
to you, kids

to stay out of that speakeasy.

- Alright, Monty.
- Gee, Blondie was a swell kid.

That Lurline, I'd like to drown.

You know they've been
fighting all evening?

Say, what's the matter
with those two anyway?

Oh, it's just one of those things.

- Hello, Dolly. Come on in.
- What's the idea?

- Little going away party.
- Who's going away? Blondie?

- Where?
- Home, sweet home.

No.

Hello.

- Hello, Blondie.
- Hello, everybody.

Come on in.
Come on in.

- Blondie, you look great.
- Oh.

Come on, have a drink.

Say, what's the matter
with you all?

You're all dead.
This is a party.

This isn't a funeral.
Ha-ha-ha!

Say, oh, what service.
Give me some champagne.

We're gonna have
a pimp of a party. Ha-ha-ha!

It's gonna be fun.
How are you? Ha-ha-ha!

Oh, this is grand.
You know... ha-ha-ha!

I'm going on a pip.
We're gonna have a swell time.

- How am I doing?
- Oh, I love your hat, Blondie.

- Oh, my God. Thanks.
- Oh, you're such a darling.

How am I doing?

Now, come on. Drink up.
Come on.

- Oh, come on, darling.
- Okay.

I beg your pardon.

Ma, shall I punch
that maid in the nose?

Better not.

Oh, did you see the way
she looked at me?

Anybody would think
that I was rat poison.

Ma.

Now, I wonder if this is hers.

Oh. You know, a lot of things
here were presents.

Everything's packed.
Everything she's taking home.

Well, I never knew she
rented this place furnished.

You know, she could've sold
a lot of these things.

- Pardon me!
- Certainly.

Well, she never told me her business.

- Hello.
- Hello, darling.

Where have you been, you're late?

Say, why don't you come up
and stay with me?

No, I'm going home.

The day of the month for
this palace of luck is up today.

I'm celebrating.
Come on, have a drink.

Mr. Murchenson said,
you don't have to go.

Well, that was very kind
of Mr. Murchenson

but little Blondie has to go.

- Simply must.
- You can't go to that dump.

What? Are you referring
to the McClune manor?

Place for little
lame ducks is at home.

But you're going to get better here.

Oh, come on.
Drink up. Who cares?

- I care, Blondie.
- I know you do.

But don't spoil the party now.
Everything's going great.

- Hi, kiddies.
- You're a wonder.

- Oh, don't make me laugh.
- You make me feel like a..

Now, listen, don't start
that all over again.

It was an accident.

- It wasn't an accident.
- It was.

- It wasn't.
- Was too.

It wasn't. I hated you.

Well, that was an accident.
Wasn't it?

Isn't everything an accident?

Blondie McClune arrives.

The toast of the town.

She suddenly retires to the
seclusion of a home. Ha-ha-ha.

Everything's an accident.
Don't kid yourself.

Well, you'll never know
what's around the corner.

Look what's coming around the
corner now. Get a load of that.

Hello, Lottie,
my, but this is cute.

Can I take it home for baby?

No, dear, it belongs
to the apartment.

Well, it's cute anyway.

Say, I wouldn't let ma
have anymore to drink.

- It's popping out of her nose.
- Alright.

She's been having sinus
for a month.

Say, what time is it? I think
I better be running along.

- Where're my legs?
- Oh, madame.

- Oh, monsieur. How kind of you.
- May I help you?

Would you mind?
Thank you so much.

We'd love to.

Alright, kiddies. Here's
the last of the joy water.

Everybody have a drink.
Come on.

Hello, Larry.

I'm glad you came.

Will you sit down or not?
I'd like to talk to you.

No, mister, no.

What is this? Goodbye party?

Yes, it's the wind up.
The finish.

- Where do you think you're going?
- I know where I'm going.

- I'm going home.
- Uptown?

Uptown, east side, yes.

What about, uh, Murchenson?

- Finished.
- What about me? Am I finished?

There was nothing
to finish with us.

- No?
- No, come on.

- What did your doctor say?
- What do doctors say?

They look you over, they smile.

They hurt you,
they shake their heads.

They're non-committal. I think
that's what the word, isn't it?

What do you think you're going
to gain by going back there?

Just a place for me.
Not so bad, really.

It's fine.

- You know the place for you?
- Home.

- With me, always.
- No.

Now, don't be serious.

It's very nice of you
to say that but... no.

- Is it because of these?
- Perhaps.

- But if you were well?
- "Well?"

That's another story.

But the way I am, well

I'm not good to anybody, am I?

You don't think
that makes any difference?

Of course, it does!

Come on in and have a drink.
I'm giving up the apartment.

It's fixed for the new tenant.

- Come in.
- I've got to be going.

Goodbye, mister.
Hey, kiddies. Come on.

- We gotta get out at six.
- It's six o'clock now.

- I'll get your coat.
- Bring it all up to suite.

Come on. Have some champagne.
Come on.

Goodbye, darling. I'm going.

- Must you?
- Yes.

- You let Larry go.
- Of course.

Oh.

- I'll come up and see you.
- Mind you do.

- So long, kid.
- So long, mug.

She's a peach, isn't she?

Blondie, why don't you come
over to my place?

I'll give you a party
after the show.

No. It's after the show
for me now.

This is the last party.

Positively,
the last public appearance

of the celebrated dancer
Blondie McClune.

Hurray! Come on, ma.

Seriously, kids.

I'm not trying to be theatrical.

I just wanted to see you off.
Wish you good luck and..

You know, I'm happy, really I am.

This could've happened to anybody.

When anything like this happens

all you have to do
is keep on laughing.

Hi, kiddies.
How am I doing?

Home, James
and don't spare the horses.

My, who are you? The police?

- Can we come in, please?
- No, we are all asleep.

What's the row?

Well, you may as well come in.

You'll wake up the whole house.

- Come in, gentlemen.
- Thanks.

Thank you.

What do they want?

'What do they want?'

'Oh, what do they want?'

'Do you know what time it is?'

'It's quarter past three.'

Say, the joint's full of men.
I think they're after you.

- Who're they?
- Search me, I don't know.

- A lot of old geese--
- Well, you're kidding.

Aren't you?

These are the funniest
looking lot!

- Well, what do they want?
- You better go and see.

'Sorry to disturb you.'

It's Larry Belmonte.

'It's important,
if you don't come out'

'we'll have to come in
and get you.'

Get me my legs.

Oh, I see.

You mean, they could break
the leg again and reset it?

Yes.

- And that would do the trick?
- Undoubtedly.

Blondie. Blondie,
come in and sit down.

- Yes, yes, you better sit down.
- But why?

Blondie,
these men are specialists.

I dragged them from their homes
their clubs and their hospitals.

They know the history of your case
and they've seen the X-rays.

And they're convinced that
you can be completely cured.

- No, mister.
- It's true.

- Isn't it so, doctor?
- 'Yes.'

'Yes, if your wife could come
to the hospital, we could..'

Oh, I'm no..
I'm not his wife. I..

But you will be.

Won't you?

Okay, mister.

Mister yourself.