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Parkman!

Hey, soldier!

This is Parkman.

They told me to call you
at Parkman.

Who told you?

The guys that put you
on the bus.

They told me
Parkman was your hometown.

- Isn't it?
- Yeah.

Used to be.

- Just these two?
- Yeah.

- No, thanks.
- You got time for a beer?

Uh, no, thanks.
There's nothing open yet anyway.

Hey, where are you goin'?

You were going to go
without me, huh?

Look, uh, baby,
it's a little early for, uh...

Well, I like that!

You ask a person to come
on a trip with you, and then--

Hold it. Hold it. Hold it.

I asked you?

Well, if you didn't, you don't
think I would have come, do you?

What am I,
a tramp or something?

Gilly's greenroom, Chicago.

- I was with Raymond.
- Raymond. Raymond?

The fella you took a poke at.

Oh, yeah.

- Now you remember.
- I'd like to forget it.

Gee, Dave, you know,
you sure was sweet to me.

- Well, uh, look, sweetie pie--
- You know something?

I would kind of like
to have a soft bed.

What do you say that, uh...
Ooh.

What do you say we go rest up,
and, and after that,

then we go meet your family?

You know, that's just about
the highest compliment

that a fella can pay his girl,

asking him to meet his folks
and everything.

Look, uh, sweetie, um...

I feel badly about this,

but this is no town
for a girl like you.

You don't want me here?

No, I-- I didn't say that.
It's just that--

Well, I got things to do here,
you know?

So why don't you
just go somewhere

and get some rest and freshen up

and bus leaves and then, 12:00
noon or 12:30, I don't know.

Oh, you don't have to do that,
Dave.

Well, I did take you pretty far
out of your way.

Fifty dollars?

Look, I'm-- I'm really sorry.

But, you know, a guy
gets loaded and...

meets a girl and, you know...

And...

You're a nice kid. I like you.

Take care, huh?

Oh, hi.

Must have dozed off.

I could've robbed the joint.

If you needed stamps.

I want the best room
in the house.

At 7.50 a day?

I once promised myself
if I had to come back here,

I'd have the best room
in the house.

101.

Hirsh? Hey, you related
to Frank Hirsh?

- Brother.
- Didn't know he had one.

I was beginning to get
the same feeling myself.

- You don't look like him.
- Thanks.

This way.

Anything else, Mr. Hirsh?

Yeah. You can get me
a, a bucket of ice, huh?

And, uh,

I got a bank draft here
for 5500 bucks.

I want you to run it over
to the Citizens National Bank

soon as they open
and deposit it.

- Fifty-five hundred?
- True.

And pick me up
a couple of bottles of whiskey.

Honey-blended whiskey
would be good.

Well, you said, uh,
Citizens National.

Yeah.

Your brother Frank, uh,

isn't he on the board
at the other bank,

Parkman Savings And Loan?

Yeah, I believe he is.

Well, I won't be able to leave
before the bellboy gets here,

but, uh, the banks don't open
before 10:00.

Uh, 10:00 will be fine.
That's great.

Phew.

That's a very popular pattern
nowadays, Mrs. Stevens.

- Good morning, ladies.
- Good morning.

Don't tell me you're shopping
for the wedding already.

Oh, we're just looking
at some silver patterns.

Oh, Virginia, my dear,
I haven't had a chance

to offer my congratulations.

Thank you.

Have you
found anything you like?

Well, Virginia likes the modern,

and she is the one
that's getting married,

but it's my idea of nothing.

Well, I personally prefer
the traditional myself,

but a lot
of discriminating young ladies

are ordering modern these days.

Al, let's show them
the Toby pattern. It's a--

Frank, I just heard about your
brother Dave being back in town.

Isn't it exciting?

Oh.

You see, it has classic lines,

but it still has the simplicity
of the modern.

Frank, I said, isn't it exciting

about your brother Dave
being back in town?

Oh, Dave! Oh. It certainly is.

And it's real good
to have him back.

Now, you ladies
make yourselves comfortable.

And, Al, you take good care
of them now.

I'll try, Mr. Hirsh.

Oh, just a minute.
Here he is now.

- Good morning, Mr. Hirsh.
- Morning, Edith.

- It's for you.
- Oh. Who is it?

Ned Deacon.
He says it's important.

That means
it's important to him.

Hello, Ned. What's on your mind,
if anything, huh?

Uh, did you hear, your brother
Dave is back in town.

Of course I knew he was.

He, uh, he called me
this morning.

Well, did your brother tell you

he deposited over $5000
in the other bank?

- Oh?
- Now, Frank...

As a director
of Parkman Savings,

that sure
don't make you look good.

I'm sure
he got his banks mixed up.

Yeah, I-- I know that, Ned. I...

I-- I know you got me
that appointment, yes.

Oh, certainly.

You bet I'll straighten it out.
Yeah.

Yeah. So long.

Anything wrong, Mr. Hirsh?

Oh, no, no. No, not a thing.

- Dave?
- Come on in. This is the place.

How'd you know it was me?

- Figured it would be you.
- Dave...

You old son of a gun,
welcome home.

- Sit down.
- Oh, it's good to see you, boy.

- It's been a long time.
- Sixteen years.

Oh, you dog, you, 16 years
and not even a postcard.

I didn't figure
you'd worry about me.

Oh, you're,
you're looking fine, Dave.

Oh, I know, I know, it's getting
a little thin on top,

but like they say,
not much grass on a busy street.

You may be losing your hair,

but you haven't lost
your razor-sharp wit.

- You want a drink?
- What, at 10:30 in the morning?

- I don't watch a clock.
- Ha-ha-ha...

Oh, well, uh, whatever happened
to your writing?

When we used to see
your name in print,

at least we knew you were alive.

- I gave it up.
- Why?

We heard you were doing
pretty good. You got--

The old man still around?

Oh, oh, you-- you didn't know.

No, no, God rest his soul.

He passed on
four or five years ago.

Towards the end, Dave,
he was just hell on wheels.

- Booze, huh?
- Well, well, what else?

- Phew! What a family.
- Oh!

Wait till you see
the new generation, Dave.

Why, that niece of yours
is a real lady.

Say, why don't you pack up
and move out to the house, huh?

We got plenty of room. Well,
I-- I'm pretty sure we have.

No, thanks, Frank.
I got it made right here.

Well, let me call Agnes
and, and have her

get a-- a fatted calf
out of the deep freeze.

You're gonna have dinner with us
tonight. You know that.

- Don't you?
- Sorry, Frank. I got plans.

Oh. Uh, well,
what are your plans, Davey?

Uh, what made you decide
to come back to Parkman?

I shot my big, fat mouth off

to a couple
of drunken friends of mine

and told them where I was born.

Well, what's wrong with that?

Parkman is your home.

How'd you know I was here?

Well, practically
everybody in town

knew you were here before I did.

You might have called me, Dave.
You owe me that much.

Oh, I owe you more than that,
$410 to be exact.

I got the check all made out.

What's that for?

This little check represents
room and board

at Mrs. Dillman's home
for little boys,

$3.50 a week,
from the time I was about 12

until I read a travel folder.

Oh, you can't still
be brooding about that.

I'm not brooding. I'm grateful.

I was a little better off
than most of the kids.

I had a generous big brother.

I was what they called
a semi-charity boarder.

What the devil
you expect me to do?

Have the whole family
move in with me?

You knew I just married Agnes.

Good Lord, Dave,
you're a man now.

You know that a man
has to live his own life.

- How is Agnes, Frank?
- Oh.

Davey, I did what I, uh,
I thought was right.

Nobody can do any more
than that.

Sure, it was tough on you,
but how do you think I felt,

putting you in the home,
my only brother?

I'm not made of wood, Dave.

If you only knew the nights
that I couldn't sleep.

Your story moves me to tears.
Take the check.

- Oh, come on.
- Take it!

Alright, if it will make you
feel any happier.

I'm not gonna fight with you,
Dave.

Life's too short for that.

Say, why don't you have dinner
with us?

I'd like it very much.

Not that it would look funny
if you didn't,

you know, but...

Will you do it?

- What time?
- You mean you'll come?

If you're sure
Agnes won't throw up.

- I'm not her favorite relative.
- Oh, what talk!

Uh, meet me at the store,
say, 5:00, and I'll call Agnes

and have her fix up
something real special, huh?

Oh!

Uh, Davey,
about that little gag of yours

of putting the dough
in the other bank, you know--

I thought it would break you up.

- See you at 5:00.
- See you.

Uh, no, Frank. Oh, no.

I will not have him in my house.

But, Agnes,
he's my brother. Uh--

Don't you have any pride?

After he comes here
and deliberately humiliates you

and that, that slop,
he wrote about me in his book.

It was nasty and malicious and--

Why do you keep insisting
he was writing about you?

Ag...

Agnes, it was just a novel,
for Pete's sake.

Nobody read it. It's forgotten.
Agnes!

What's the sense of arguing?

I've already invited him.
He's coming.

Well, then don't expect
to find me here.

I'll take Dawn
and we'll eat at the club. I--

Frank, no--

Frank, I refuse to discuss it
any further.

This isn't like you, dear.
A brother.

Do you suppose people won't,
won't notice how we treat him?

Do you think they won't talk?
Please, sweet--

Now, wait a minute!
Let's be fair.

Did I say anything when
that sponging cousin of yours

was here, smoking my best
cigars, eating like a pig?

Did I?

Agnes!

Oh...

Hello, Joe.
I saw Millie yesterday.

She said
to be remembered to you.

David! David Hirsh!

See you later.

You don't remember me,
do you? Jane Barclay.

I used to have the candy store
down on Chester Street.

Of course, sure,
that was the only shop in town

where a kid could get
a stick of licorice

on credit if he needed it bad.

Oh, yeah, that's why I'm doing

housework today.

And you know
who I'm working for?

Your brother Frank.

He sure hit the jackpot,
that man.

My daughter Edith
works as his private secretary,

and he treats her like
she was part of the family.

- Is that good?
- Well, you know.

Say, you wanna do me
a little favor?

Kind of forget you saw me
coming out of Smitty's.

You know, I just stopped in
for a quick beer.

Like another one?

To tell you the truth, I would,

but, no, thanks.

I-- I got to go.

I must say, you sure turned into

a clean-cut fella, Dave.

I mean, Mr. Hirsh.

- It's still Dave.
- Thank you, Dave.

- And thanks for the licorice.
- Ah, don't mention it.

Don't mention it.

What do you want me
to do? Lose my license?

- Go to the liquor store.
- Now, take it easy, man.

- I told you I was 21 last week.
- Oh, congratulations.

Now stop bothering me.

Straight.

Say, pal,
will you get it for me?

Pint of old Eagle up there.

Very cool date tonight.
Real nice stuff.

Anybody ever tell you
whiskey's a man's drink?

Why don't you run home to mama?

Ah, these kids today.

Dumb. At his age, I never had
any trouble getting fried.

Let me buy you a drink,
Mr. Hirsh.

Go ahead. Pour yourself another.

How'd you know who I was?

Oh, I heard you were in town,

uniform,

sort of a family resemblance.

Now, no offense meant.

You know my brother?

Well, he don't, uh, send me
no Christmas cards.

Um, I'm Bama Dillert.

What can I do for you,
Mr. Dillert?

Nothing,
I'm just here to welcome you

to, uh, Smitty's cocktail hour.

You sort of stuck the needle on
old Frank, uh, where it hurts,

you know, putting your money
in a bank that he ain't with.

News sure
gets around fast here.

About the only thing in town
that does.

Do you play any cards,
Mr. Hirsh?

Some. Why?

Well, it's just
a few of the boys and myself,

we have a little poker game
now and then,

we'd kind of like to have
a little new blood.

- And new money.
- Mm-hmm.

You don't mince words.

Well, I try not to,
but you got to remember now,

we're just little old country
boys, we, we don't know

the finer, uh, points
of the game,

but we aiming to learn.

And, you know,
you can always learn

from a fella
that, uh, saves his money.

I won that dough
from several guys.

That's even smarter yet.

In case you're interested, we're
having a game here tonight,

in Smitty's back room.

I might just drop around,
Mr. Dillert.

I'll like that fine, Mr. Hirsh.

- Buy yourself a Quonset hut.
- Thanks.

Well, what can I show you, sir?

Got something in nose rings?

- Hm?
- Nothing too expensive.

I know a little kid
in the Congo. She gets restless.

- Dave?
- Yeah.

Oh, come on in.
Just have to lock up the safe.

Be with you in a minute.

It's a pretty fancy layout
you got here.

Oh, thanks.

Oh. This is my secretary,
Ms. Barclay.

This is my wandering brother
Dave.

- How do you do, Mr. Hirsh?
- Ms. Barclay.

Well, all set? Après vous.

- Bye, Ms. Barclay.
- Goodbye, Mr. Hirsh.

Here we are, right here.

Well, we had a terrific
fight to push it through.

I'm on the city planning
commission, as you know.

And for a while
it was touch and go.

It would mean a great deal
to the town.

Should bring a lot of business.

That girl, uh, very attractive.

- What girl?
- Your secretary.

I never really noticed.

I make it a rule not to, uh,

uh, with employees.

If you're getting any ideas,
forget 'em.

- She's strictly a nice girl.
- All girls are nice, brother.

Oh. You'll get no argument
from me there.

Oh, uh, uh,
this is a funny question

to be asking your own brother,
but, uh,

you're not married, are you?

Nope.

Well!

Guess we'll have to find you
a girl.

Swell. Tonight soon enough?

Made up your mind
what you're gonna do

now that you're out of the army?

- Sure. Never to go in it again.
- Hm.

A lot of opportunities
in a small town, Davey,

but me,
if I was starting out today,

I'd head for
one of the metropolitan centres.

More room at the top.

Are you hinting I leave here?

No, no, no, Davey boy.

What I meant was that, uh,
a man ought to pick his spot,

not go wandering
all over the world.

Isn't that
what they told Columbus?

Yeah! And he never died rich.

Well, home sweet home.

Holy...

It's the old Carmichael place.

Yeah. We fixed it up a little.

I guess Agnes must be taking
all of this pretty big, huh?

Oh, oh. I meant to tell you.

She's on this, uh,
women's committee

for the Parkman Centennial.

They're having a dinner meeting
tonight and, uh--

You mean, uh,
Agnes is not gonna be here?

Well, she did her best
to make it,

but you know how
these things are, Dave,

such short notice.

Uh, she was real broke up
about it.

Oh, yes.
I can see where she would be.

- Hm.
- Dave!

This is quite a surprise.

Yeah. For me, too.

Well, still the same
handsome rascal.

Why can't you keep your figure,
poppy?

Oh, uh, well, I'd have had
a flat stomach, too,

if I didn't have such flat feet.

You haven't changed a bit,
Agnes.

Oh, what a liar!

Come on in.

And tell us everything
that's happened to you.

Am I keeping you
from your meeting?

Oh, that, uh,
c-- committee meeting.

I was just telling Dave
about it.

Oh, that. No. They'll just have
to manage without me.

Uh, where's Dawn? Wait till you
get a look at your niece, Dave.

You can tell
how he hates that girl. Dawn!

Yes?

Dawny?

Dawn, well,
here's your Uncle Dave.

Well, kiss him. He's your uncle.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I wouldn't have recognized him.

He doesn't look at all
like daddy.

- Ahem.
- I hardly know you.

Last time I saw you, you were
stark naked in your bathtub.

Oh, Dave, you rascal.
You're making her blush.

Not me.

Come on in, Dave.

Why didn't you let me know
you changed your mind?

Gee, I wish I didn't
have a date tonight, Dave.

I tried to break it,
but this boy isn't home.

Sweetie,
nobody ever broke

a date to be with her uncle.

She's going out again
on a school night?

- Just to an early movie, daddy.
- Oh, it is with Wally.

Oh, oh, oh! Real nice boy.

Now, don't you keep him
up too late. Understand?

- I'll bet Dave'd like a drink.
- No, thank you.

Oh, of course he'd like one.
Will you fix it, poppy?

Orders from headquarters.
Oh, you want one, too, mama?

Oh, maybe just one.
It is a rather special occasion.

I hope you like Manhattans,
Dave.

Mm-hmm.

Poppy's famous
for his Manhattans.

Only, one's my limit.

Oh, not tonight.
Tonight you're among friends.

Oh, now, poppy,
you've got to promise

not to let me have
more than one drink.

I get giggly.

I like my girls giggly.

Dave, you remember Robert Haven
French and his daughter Gwen.

- Don't you?
- No, I don't think so.

Oh, they're both on
the faculty of Parkman College.

They're coming by to pick us up.

We're going to the club
for dinner.

- The Frenches?
- Yes, they called.

As soon as they heard
that Dave was in town.

Gwen French couldn't have been
more flattering.

She's a...
Uh, what does she teach, Dawny?

Oh, creative writing
and criticism.

That's it, she says

she's read
every word you've written.

Oh!

Why, what's the matter?

Oh, Agnes, the literary crowd
gives me a pain.

I quit writing. Look,
can't we do this another night?

- Would you mind?
- Why, don't be silly.

Of course I mind.

We've waited too long to have
an evening with you, Dave.

Oh, the Frenches
are well worth meeting.

They're, they're really
an old family.

Oh, poppy,
how about those drinks?

Oh, the boss wants service.

Uh, mama,
will you give me a hand, please?

Bob French owns all that land

between the river
and the reservoir.

You know,
they're really wonderful people.

You might have told me
the Frenches were coming!

Agnes!

You're lucky
I'm even speaking to you.

I envy you, Dave.

You do? Why?

Well, you left home on your own
before you were my age,

lived your own life,
had experiences.

A girl couldn't do that.

Why would she want to?

Bumming around,
doing all sorts of jobs...

Didn't that help
to make you a writer?

Dawn, honey,

bumming around
can only help make you a bum.

Well, well, well!
The old hearth and fireside!

Family all together!
Nothing like it.

- Eh, Davey boy?
- Mm-mm. Nothing.

That's Wally.

Now what we've got to do is
to get you settled down, Davey,

put your money to work.

I wanna see you
save some real dough.

Wally boy! How are you?

- Oh, hello, Wally.
- Mrs. Hirsh.

Wally, this is my Uncle Dave.

Wally Dennis.

- Uh, how are you, sir?
- Not bad.

That's fine. Fine.

Have we met before?

I don't, uh, remember, sir. I...

- Uh, you ready, Dawn?
- One sec.

- Goodnight, Dave.
- Goodnight, kid.

- Will I see you before you go?
- I don't see why not.

Oh, that'll be the Frenches.

Goodnight.

Ahem. Goodnight, sir.

Say, you'll get a big kick
out of old Bob French.

- Dawny, Wally.
- Bob, how are you?

- Frank.
- Let me have your hat here.

Dave, I don't suppose
you remember Professor French.

Yes, I do,
one summer I caddied for him,

he never gave me
less than a dollar.

Wasn't that to keep you quiet
about my score?

- And I kept quiet.
- Thanks.

Oh, uh, you remember
my daughter Gwen?

Hello.

I'm sure he doesn't remember me.

I was a few grades behind you

in grammar school.

I'm an admirer of yours,
Mr. Hirsh.

Well, until people get
to know me, they usually are.

Oh, I meant as a writer.

And that's why
I wanted to meet you.

But I'm not a writer.
I haven't been for years.

I'm not sure I agree with you.

The fact that an author
is inactive,

that doesn't necessarily mean
he isn't an author.

Exactly what does it mean?

Oh, I suppose it could mean

he should get back to work.

I'm told
that you teach creative writing.

- Yes, I do.
- Would you like to teach me?

She needs that. Give her more.

I'm afraid my courses
are all filled for the semester.

- Perhaps next year.
- Say...

You folks ready
for some elbow bending?

- I am.
- Oh, elbow bending.

He's so used to talking down

to traveling salesmen.

Sweetheart,
our guests are intellectuals.

- What are intellectuals?
- Underpaid.

No, thanks.

Say, do you suppose this costume
will be alright at your club?

Oh, why not? It's the uniform
of your country.

A toast! A toast!

Let's drink to the return
of the conquering hero!

That's the first time
I ever danced

with a teacher
of creative writing.

- I like it.
- Well...

Isn't the table this way?

Yeah, it is, but, uh, I thought
we might go to the bar.

- Do you mind?
- Not at all.

Frank, I like your brother.

Oh, he's a fine boy.
Glad to have him home.

Yes. We're hoping he'll stay.

You know,
it isn't immediately apparent,

but he's
an extremely sensitive man.

- He sure is.
- It must be a family trait.

Frank is like that,
terribly sensitive.

Sir.

You know, I've watched
every step of your career

with a great deal of interest.

You must have
a lot of spare time.

I could usually tell
from your stories where you were

and what you were doing.

I remember when you were working
on that freighter

and when you were working
in the oil fields.

No!

Then I think it was in 1940

we lost track of you.

Oh, the suspense is killing me.
Don't stop now.

Seriously, your first novel
was more or less

autobiographical, wasn't it?

I thought
it was more or less lousy.

Oh, that isn't so.

It might have lacked something
in craftsmanship,

but it was a really
powerful study of rejection.

Oh, that it was,
it was rejected by 42 publishers

and almost all
of the English-reading public.

Now, look, I told you
once before, I'm not a writer.

You have two books
in the Parkman library.

And those two books
have netted me exactly $48.

- No personal satisfaction?
- $48 worth.

- Sir. Still brandy?
- Oh, no more for me, thank you.

- Straight Scotch.
- Yes, sir.

I don't believe
that talent can be turned off

as though it were a faucet.

Make that a triple, will you?

Do you always drink this much?

Only when I have money.

I'll just have this one...

and then, uh, we'll get
in the action again, huh?

Well, I 'd rather talk, unless
dancing is one of your passions.

No. My passions
are pretty conventional.

When I spoke of your talent,
I was--

You overlooked one thing,

that a little talent to a writer
means just about as much

as a little talent
to a brain surgeon.

You underrate yourself, your
second novel was undoubtedly

the best book of its kind
I've ever read.

- Ms. French.
- Yes?

Why don't we get out of here
and go someplace?

Or would your father object?

I would.

We really should get back
to the table.

I had no idea it was so late.

Gwen, no kidding,

let's get away
for a couple of hours.

What did you have in mind?

Well, since you are
so interested in my writing,

I thought maybe you'd like to
come over to the hotel with me,

and, uh, well, I have a story
there that's incomplete,

and I thought
you might like to see it.

Mr. Hirsh, if you have a story,

I'd very much like to see it.

Why don't you bring it out
to the house sometime?

Anytime at all.
Our door is never locked.

- Well, I may not be here too long.
- Please, don't get up.

Oh, we haven't seen much
of you two.

Agnes, I'm sorry I have
to leave, it's been

a wonderful evening, but
I still have papers to correct.

- Oh, what a shame.
- Say, could you drop me off?

I think I'll stay a little while
longer, Gwen dear.

- Frank can drop me.
- Sure, sure.

Alright.
Goodnight and thank you.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Where do you want me
to drop you?

- I don't.
- Oh, I must.

I really do have papers
to correct.

I like the way you do your hair.

I have a feeling you're
running away from something

or after something.

Of course, you'd have to know
which it is

before you could discover
what it is.

You also got fascinating eyes.

I have a theory
that writers create

to compensate for some lack
in their personal lives.

Mm, that's because
we need to be stimulated.

That smells good. What is it?

It's a bug repellent.
Do you like it?

Mr. Hirsh, I know
my eyes are not fascinating.

I wear my hair this way
to please the school board.

If you wanna flatter me,
I've only one good feature,

that's my mind.
You'd be on safer ground.

Who wants to be on safer ground?
Where should we go?

When I suggested there might be
a lack in your life,

I wasn't offering myself
as compensation.

No, but that's a peachy idea.

Why don't we just go park
somewhere and talk it over?

Mr. Hirsh, do I look like
a delinquent teenager?

No, you don't, teacher.

- Who's the man in your life?
- What man?

Oh, I just assumed
there must be one.

Or is it just no interest in me?

You know I have an interest
in you, in your talent.

I mean that. I...

I wish I could influence you

to start writing again.

Good.
Then we'll become pen pals.

Well, I would like to...

I started to say stimulate you,

but I would like to help you
if you decide to start writing.

I'm a good critic.

Would you mind dropping me
at the corner?

On my head, please.

Thanks for the lift
and the analysis.

- Goodnight, Dave Hirsh.
- Goodnight, teacher.

Hello.

- Hello there.
- I didn't leave.

- I believe you.
- Beat it, soldier.

Oh, sit down, will you, stupid?

This is Raymond Lanchak
from Chicago. Remember him?

And you know what? He followed
me here all the way from there.

- How are you, pal?
- Keep moving.

Your friend's got bad manners.

Look, soldier, you slugged me in
Chicago when I wasn't looking.

Now blow, or I'll wipe the floor
with your uniform.

Not only
would that be unpatriotic,

but you might get hurt.

I'm just reminding you
this is my girl.

- Are you?
- Raymond...

Will you please cut it out?

No, I'm not his girl.
I'm not his anything.

He bought me a couple of drinks.

Yeah? What about the coat?

You want it back?

Pay no attention to him, Dave.

Like I told you,
he's just a big pest.

I can go out
with anybody I want to.

In that case, you stick around.
I'll see you a little later.

Look, if you want my advice...

I don't.

Look, Ginnie,
I don't want any trouble.

There's a bus leaving at 11:10.

Good. Lots of luck.
I hope you get a good seat.

- I told you I'm telling you--
- Raymond!

Now don't fool around,
you understand?

Will you do me one favor?

Go home!

Cards.

Pair of deuces,
possible straight,

ace of diamonds, ace of spades.

Seven of clubs. Deuces bet.

Oh, pair of deuces is gonna bet
just, uh, two dollars.

- Call.
- I'll stay.

Well, here's where I find out
if I'm yellow.

Are you?

I'm yellow.

I'll play. Cards...

- Three deuces.
- How about that?

Ain't that a kick in the head?

- Huh.
- Nothing.

Nothing.

Pair of sixes.

Three deuces makes a bet.

Well, since
you're all my friends,

I'm just gonna bet, uh... $25.

- Oh, he being charming.
- Beats me.

I've had it.

You say the limit is, uh...

Well, now don't you worry
about the limit, Dave.

You can just go ahead
and make your own limit.

Bet anything you like.

Alright. I'm gonna see that bet.

I owe you 25 plus 1-5-0.

Oh-ho!

Hm.

Could have a third six,
you know?

- Possible.
- Mm-hmm.

Hundred and fifty and...
You know what and is?

- Yeah. I got it.
- And a 150.

Yeah, that's a mighty sweet pot.

Too rich for me.

I think maybe it could use
a little more sugar.

- You said anything, didn't you?
- Anything at all.

I owe you 1-5-0

plus 5-0-0.

I'm upping it 500, Mr. Dillert.

Oh, that makes a real nice pot,
don't it?

Sure does.

Fellas, I think
he's got the third six.

Now, there's
a clever poker player, I say.

- All yours, Dave.
- Good deal, Bama.

Hey, fellas, wrap it up,
will you? Sheriff just came in.

You never can tell
about that guy.

Well, if the sheriff would have
got here a little sooner,

I'd have been a much richer man.

Let's buzz off.

Dave, you handle yourself
pretty good.

- Tell me something, Bama.
- Hm.

How'd an old pro like you

find your way to a hole
like this?

Oh, I was just
traveling through town,

had a flat, had to stop.

Car in front of me hit a train.

- Mm-hmm.
- It could have been me.

So I figured, uh,

something wanted me
to stay in Parkman.

And, you know,
I've been doing alright here.

I believe you are.

How about a little relaxation?

- You know these dames?
- Well, who don't?

That's the night shift
from the brassiere factory.

- Hey, Rosalie!
- Hiya, Bama.

- Come here, honey.
- I'll be right back.

She got a friend, a pig,
but not too bad.

Oh, Rosalie honey,
say hello to Dave.

- Hi. How are you?
- Hi, baby.

Sit down, hon.

Come on. Join us.

- Oh, uh--
- Excuse me.

I think I see
one of my own friends.

- How about a drink?
- I'd love one.

Hello there, Ms. Chicago.

Oh, I didn't think when
you told me to stick around,

you meant half the night.

Where's lover boy?

Who? Raymond?
Went to get a room.

You know, he actually thinks
I'm gonna meet him there.

Boy, is that creep in
for a big surprise!

- Hey, uh, Smitty.
- Yeah?

You know... I don't want you
jumping to no conclusions

about me and Raymond.

You know, just 'cause a person
carries a torch for a person,

that doesn't mean
that the two of them...

- You know what I mean.
- Oh, I do. I do.

Actually, he is one of
the reasons why I was kinda glad

to get out of Chicago.

- Wanna know the other one?
- What?

- I really shouldn't tell you.
- You don't have to tell me.

It's 'cause I think I could
kind of fall for a guy like you.

Me?

A cute-looking kid like you

with such class,
such a fine mind?

Oh, get out.
You're pulling my leg.

- How many drinks you had, Dave?
- A few. Why?

You know, the only time
you talk nice to me

is when you're loaded?

Let's get loaded.

There we go.

You know, compared
to this morning,

I do look pretty good, though.

You look fine.

I had a wave and a shampoo

in the barber shop.
It only cost a dollar.

They did a pretty good job,
don't you think?

Yeah, say, speaking of jobs,

don't you have
to get back to yours?

Oh, the job I got
I can always get.

I work in a, in a club.

It's sort of a, a hostess.

Oh, I'll bet that's a fine,
intelligent and interesting job.

It really is.

The only, the only thing,
though...

I drink too much, and the first
thing you know, you get bloated.

Well, life fluctuates, you know?

Yeah.

L-- like I was saying,

what I really wanna do
is modeling.

But, you know, you got to have
a figure like a boy.

Yeah, and that you haven't got.

Howdy.
Do y'all mind if we join you?

Oh, back it right in here.
Come in here.

- Come on, honey.
- Aren't you gonna introduce us?

- Mm. Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
- I'm Ginnie Moorehead.

This is Bama Dillert,
this here is Rosalie.

- Hi.
- Ginnie.

Does he always wear his hat
in the presence of ladies?

All the time.

He even sleeps in his hat.

I'll bet.

Uh, that's a fact.

- What's the idea?
- Well, I've got a theory.

I learned a little while back
that, uh, certain conditions

bring a gambler luck, you know,
and... Oh, thank you.

And this here hat's one of them.

You know, every time
I take this hat off,

something bad happens to me,

and I ain't about to
have that happen again.

Yeah, you know,
I felt the exact same way

about a black cat I had once,

and I never once
let it sleep with me.

How about that?

I've been waiting.

Keep on waiting, Raymond.

Will you take your paws off me?

- Alright, steady, pal. Get ou--
- I'm talking to her.

Now, why don't you do
what he says?

You're making
a big mistake, buddy.

Sure, sure.

Oh! He's such a weirdy.

You know something,
he followed me here

all the way from Chicago.

What for?

- Aren't men terrible?
- Ain't they, though?

Look, uh, I-- let's drink up
and all go to my place.

- Huh?
- What's doing there?

Well, let's get
over there and find out.

I'll go pay the check.

- Smitty?
- Yeah?

What do I owe you there?

Uh, two dollars.

Ain't they coming?

Yeah. It's a pretty night,
isn't it?

- Yup.
- Let's get some air, huh?

Raymond!

Ow!

If I wasn't so tired,
I'd kick your teeth in.

Call the cops!
Call the cops!

Oh, getting
a little exercise, huh, Dave?

Come on. Let's get in the car.

Come on. In the car here.

- Well, hi, sheriff.
- Hello, Bama.

- Somebody been fighting?
- Yeah, but it's all over.

Afraid that's impossible.
Did you start this?

- No, I didn't.
- He did! He did!

- He started it in Chicago!
- Hey!

You got a lot of nerve!

I can tell you who started this,
officer!

- Don't tell me, lady.
- Nothing at all. Nothing--

Look, there's been a formal
complaint, Bama.

- Come on.
- Why me? All I did is get--

Officer, I can give you
my personal word.

I know this gentleman.
He's a no-good, dirty louse!

He came at my friend there
with a bottle.

Looks like they both had
a bottle. Come on.

Listen, listen. Will you listen
to me? I'm a witness.

Well, so you're a witness. Maybe
you better come along, too.

Go on.

Welcome home, Dave.

Dave, don't worry about a thing.
I'll be right with you.

Come in!

Good morning, Mr. Hirsh.
Or is it good afternoon?

Is my brother here?

Oh, my new boarder? He sure is.

- Right in there.
- Thank you.

The door's open.
I reckon he needs a little air.

If you could just see yourself.

And a good morning to you, sir.

That was nice going, Dave.
I'm real proud of you.

One day in town, just one day,

and you're picked up
in a drunken brawl with a floozy

and, and tossed into jail
like a common hoodlum.

I know all about it, Frank.

I just don't understand you.

Is that your problem
for this morning?

- What have you got against me?
- Not a thing.

Oh, yes, you have.

I take you to my home,
I introduce you

to the best people in town,
like-- like the Frenches.

And this is the thanks I get.

You seem to resent my position.

It's no crime to be successful.

I've worked hard for everything
I've got. Nobody's helped me.

Is this gonna be another one
of those long lectures?

Oh, I might have known.

Frank, I'm not trying to needle
you. I don't feel well.

I got a headache,
and I have to be in court.

You won't have to be in court.
I've squared it.

And that mobster friend of yours
has already skipped town.

- You both forfeit bail.
- Oh. Thank you.

I didn't do it for you, Dave.
I'm raising a decent girl.

That she is. She's a fine girl.

And I told the judge
you will be leaving town.

Did you tell him
where I was going?

How do I know
where you're going?

How did you know I was leaving?

Aren't you?

Yeah, I guess so.

I wish I could say
I was sorry, Dave.

I wish you could say so, too.

Well, I suppose it will be
in all the afternoon papers.

That's all I need,
just when my name

was beginning
to amount to something.

How could you do this to me?

Me, me, me, me!

Don't you ever get tired
of thinking

about your dull, greedy,
small self?

Now get out of here.
I'm tired of listening to you.

Get the hell out of here.

Goodbye, Mr. Hirsh.

Man, you sure don't look pretty
this morning, Dave.

- Wow.
- You know what I don't figure?

You drink three drinks
to my one,

and you look like
a milk-fed quarterback.

Well, now, that all depends
on what a man's cut out for.

I can drink and you can write.

Oh, I know about them two books.

- Hey, Bama.
- Yeah?

Looks like something died
back here.

Oh, no. That's, uh, Ginnie's
neck fur, you know?

That's an old female trick,
they leave something,

so they can come back for it.

Ain't you about due in court?
You better take my car.

No, I don't have to go to court.

My generous brother squared me.
But I could use your car.

I'd like to get, run downtown,
buy some clothes.

Anytime at all, buddy.

Hey, Dave, uh,
how would you like

to make a pretty nice living
without too much trouble?

- Doing what?
- Well, team up with me.

I think we'd get along.

You mean gambling?

Sure. It's a nice profession.

And you're, uh,
you're pretty good at it.

Nah. I'm just lucky.

Well, name me one thing
you ain't supposed

to be lucky at in life.
You take my old man.

Now, he used to gamble when
he was plowing up his fields,

hoping for a crop.

Sometimes he'd get one,

sometimes he wouldn't.

So I figure
if a man's gonna gamble,

he might as well do it
without plowing.

Nah. I'm not gonna
stick around here anyway.

And besides,
how can you get any real action

in a, in a dump like Parkman?

Oh, this is
just my headquarters.

I make all these big towns
around here.

It's a good idea, Dave.

Then you'd have a lot of time
to write.

Why don't you think it over?

I just did.

Get that.

Hi. Golly, I hope
I'm not breaking in on nothing.

It's right in here.

Oh. Thank you.

They told me, uh, they told me
we don't have to go to court.

That's right.

Uh, I got some good news,
too, Dave.

You wanna hear it?

I got a job here in town
at the brassiere factory.

Are you glad?

I'm ecstatic.

Honestly, Dave, every time you
don't have a couple of drinks,

you get mad at me.

Last night and in Chicago you
just couldn't have been sweeter.

But now all of a sudden
you're acting like this.

Honey, I'm not really mad. I--

- Oh, I was just clowning, Dave.
- Of course you were, baby.

But, yeah, well,
you've got to run along now

'cause I've got
a couple of things to do, okay?

Good luck in your new career.

Thanks.

I don't know what it is
about them pigs...

but they always look better
at night.

Yeah.

Is that some of your writing?

Yeah, if you choose
to call it that.

Dave! What a pleasant surprise!

- I was just driving by and I--
- Come in. Come in.

Gwen, dear!

It's Dave Hirsh.

That's a Canaletto, I don't know
one painter from another,

but when I mention that name,
people are usually impressed.

Hello, Dave Hirsh.
How very nice.

I hope
I'm not interrupting anything.

No. We're glad you're here.
Let's go in the kitchen.

It's our nicest room.

It's beautiful.

Dad insists
on keeping books in here.

I told him the grease from
the cooking is gonna ruin them,

but he's a very obstinate man.

- I heard that.
- Where are you going?

Well, Larry Chanock is having
some of the faculty men over

for his watered-down cocktails,
didn't I tell you?

- No, you didn't.
- I'll be quite late, Gwen dear.

Larry expects me for dinner.

And you know his price.
Cribbage.

Well, drive carefully.

Oh, uh, Dave, there are
plenty of extra rooms,

if you want to stay all night.

I'll show you the grounds
in the morning.

Well, I'll show him
the grounds.

But, of course,
we'd love to have you stay.

I wish I could.

Uh, if you should decide
on martinis,

the vermouth's
on the lower shelf.

Goodbye, Dave.
Hope to see you often.

Goodbye, professor.

Would you like a martini?

No, I don't believe I'll have
any, uh, but you go on ahead.

I'm having coffee.
It's fresh and hot.

Coffee'd be fine.

Tell me something. Uh...

Just sugar, please.

What were you about to say?

Nothing too much,
except that, uh, you acted

as though you didn't want
to be alone with me.

Oh, how perfectly absurd.

What on Earth led to that?

Because you seemed
terribly disturbed

when your father was leaving.

I was just a little annoyed
with him. Poor darling.

The only times he's ever awkward
is when he's scheming

to leave me alone
with someone he likes.

He's convinced himself
I haven't enough friends.

- Have you?
- No one has enough friends.

Excuse me.

I guess you heard about
my trouble last night, huh?

Oh, several versions.
It's a small town.

I hear there's a blow-by-blow
account in the afternoon paper.

There sure is.

Have a peek.

"Dave Hirsh home. Is jailed
after fight over woman."

- Were you victorious?
- Drunk.

No, thank you.

Well, that would have been
my guess.

Are you shocked?

Do you expect me to be?

I don't know.

Well, I'm not shocked,
Dave Hirsh,

but I'm not indifferent either.

I hate to see a writer's energy
wasted in drinking, fighting.

Any man as gifted as you are--

I brought you that story

that I was telling you about.

From the looks of it, it's not
exactly hot off the typewriter.

You got it right,
I did that some time ago,

and I never could work it out
till you showed some interest.

What made you go back to it,
my interest in your work?

My interest in you. I think
I'm falling in love with you.

You fool.

You must be a writer.
You're such a fool.

I meant that.

Now let's understand
one thing, Dave.

I told you if I could help you
with your work,

the door is never locked.

Do you think
maybe we ought to lock it?

Drink your coffee.

Apparently, you didn't hear what
I said. I'm in love with you.

And I was avoiding
the obvious comment

that you said that
with the ease of a man

who's said it rather often
to quite an assortment of women.

That's not true.

Shall we read your press
notices?

They got it all wrong, Gwen.

I'd much rather
discuss your story.

What's it about?

It's about love.

And I think I've learned
a great deal more about it now.

Please. Please don't.

Now you sit down and let me
clear all these papers,

and then I'll read your story.

You correct papers every night
in the week?

Practically.

- Go on any dates?
- Rarely.

How old are you, Gwen?

I have a question,
Dave Hirsh.

- Do you like my dad?
- I do.

You have a friendly relationship
with him, haven't you?

Very friendly.

Then why can't you have the same

kind of relationship

with an intelligent woman?

Boy, I'm glad
you're not a teacher of biology.

And if I were,
I wouldn't confuse biology

with love.

Let's walk on the grounds,
and I'll read your story.

Hey, when you get finished,
the pages will make nice arrows.

We can shoot them
across the river.

Quiet.

Your girl went that way.

Dave. Dave.

It's that bad, huh?

Dave, you have
a very exciting talent.

You mean
you like some of that stuff?

I liked all of it.

People were so real,
so touching.

- You're kidding.
- It's a lovely story, Dave.

I cried, and I don't often.

Well, maybe I'll try
to finish it.

- But it's finished.
- I don't know what you mean.

Well, the minute the girl
leaves, the story's over.

There's nothing more to say.
That's why you couldn't go on.

Of course. How about that?

How come
I never thought about that?

I'll have it retyped
and send it to the Atlantic.

I'm pretty certain
they'll want it.

So help me, I didn't know
there were women like you.

Dave, I have just
a minor suggestion to make.

I'll show you what I mean.

First a thank-you kiss.

One-hundred percent platonic,
wasn't it?

- About 75.
- Oh, I can do better than that.

Look, Dave,
let's talk about the story.

Gwen.

Don't... Don't dare.

Gwen...

Gwen, I truly love you.
Don't you know that?

Oh, oh, don't... Don't.

...and David Hirsh,

brother of Frank Hirsh,

forfeited $100 bail
when he and a...

There it goes again,
every hour on the hour.

Well, we don't have to listen.

...charges
of disturbing the peace.

Frank, how long are you gonna
let your brother disgrace us?

Oh, now, what can I do?

Sweetheart, let's drop it, huh?
I've had a tough day.

What kind of a day
you think I've had,

the whole town
talking about this, this...

I've never been so humiliated.

Next thing,
I suppose they'll ask us

to resign from the Country Club.

Nobody's gonna ask us to resign.

Lots of families
have black sheep.

Besides, you married me,
not my brother.

You know something?

You're still
the prettiest girl in Parkman.

Of course, there's
there's a little more of you,

but that just means
there's a little more to love.

What do you say we go up,
sort of relax? Huh?

- What do you say?
- Oh, don't be silly, Frank.

I've got a headache.

- Goodnight, daddy.
- Goodnight?

Goodnight, mom.
Don't worry. I've got a key.

- Say, where's she going?
- Out.

Oh, thank you very much.

Do you mind telling me
where she's going and who with?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

You're her mother, aren't you?

Dawn, if it isn't
too much trouble,

would you mind telling me
where you're going?

Oh, just for a drive with Wally.

If it was anything special,
you know I'd tell you.

There he is.

Satisfied?

If I ran my business

the way you run this house,
we'd be bankrupt.

Your business?

You seem to forget
it was my father's store.

Forget? How can I forget?

You've been reminding me
twice a day for 18 years.

Uh, I'm going out.

Oh, why, Mr. Hirsh,
you, you frightened me.

What are you doing here
so late?

Oh, there,
there are a lot of back orders.

It's always quieter at night.

I don't like you working
so late. Doesn't look right.

I don't care what people think,
Mr. Hirsh.

Besides, I'm almost through.

You're through right now,
young lady.

Home you go.

Yes, sir.

Well, I suppose the night
must be just beginning for you.

Oh, it's great to be young.

So they tell me.

What's the trouble? Have a fight
with your boyfriend?

You mean Ed Rimmick?

Oh, I stopped seeing him
a long time ago.

- Young men can be such bores.
- Ha-ha...

There must be plenty of others
waiting to take his place.

Aren't there?

Sure. Hundreds.

Edith, I hope you don't think
I'm being fresh

or anything like that,
but I got the blues tonight.

I was just wondering if we could
drive around for a while.

Of course.

- Beautiful night.
- Mm...

That feels good.
My back's tired.

Well, no wonder,
sitting behind a desk all day,

working at night.

You know, what I should do is

take you across my knee
and paddle you.

Working's better
than sitting home alone.

You're an attractive girl.
You ought to have more fun.

All work and no play,
you know...

Matter of fact,
you're an exceptional girl.

I've met lots in my time,
and I know.

Take an old man's advice, Edith.

Have fun while you're young.

You're a long way
from being old, Mr. Hirsh.

Well, I'm, I'm older
than I'd like to be.

Especially when I'm,

when I'm sitting next to an
attractive young girl like you.

Wally, please, let's go home.
I told you I don't wanna park.

It always leads to
the same old tedious argument.

We don't have to have
that argument.

You heard what I said!

What's the matter?

I-- I will have that drink.

Sure.

No. I-- I really don't want it.

Wally, take me home.

- Dawn--
- Please, Wally, take me home.

Any calls?

No. She didn't call.

Oh.

Oh, say, I bought that car
I was telling you about.

Oh, good. Then you're fixing
to stay, huh?

Got myself a steady boarder.

I don't expect to sign a lease.

Where are you going?

Terre Haute, Indianapolis,
for a little relaxation,

maybe a little profit.

You want to come along?

No, I don't think so.

You know,
the boys in Terre Haute,

they don't set no limit.

We could do ourselves
a little good.

I think I better stay.

Dave, now, you ain't acting
like no grown-up man.

You wanna see your little old
school teacher, don't you?

Why don't you get on over
and go see her?

She said she'd phone me.

Well, I don't pretend to be
no authority on dames,

but there's one thing
I sure do know.

They either take orders
or they give them.

And once they get an idea
they're running men folks,

they get mean on you.

And how have you been?

Well, in case you change
your mind about the trip,

I ain't leaving till midnight.

Dave.

You busy?

Well, I am, as a matter of fact.

- But come on in.
- I've missed you.

Oh, that's
a very attractive jacket.

Gwen, you said you'd telephone.

Well, I've been swamped
with examination papers, Dave.

Um, would you like a drink?
Is it still coffee?

Nothing. Thank you.

I should be hearing from the
Atlantic soon about your story.

Gwen! What's the
matter with you?

You're acting like you're
12 million miles away.

I don't know what happened.

Last time we were together,
you seemed to...

I haven't forgotten.

I suppose you're sorry, huh?

Let's not talk about it, Dave.

I think we should talk about it.

You're a very bright girl.

This is important to me.
I'm in love with you.

I don't want you to be in love
with me. Don't be, please.

That was a foolish thing
to say, wasn't it?

It was pretty foolish.

Don't you understand
what I'm trying to--

Please... haven't
I made it clear

I don't want this sort
of relationship?

Well, what kind
of relationship do you want?

Now, don't act like a little boy
who's been slapped.

You know how much
I'm drawn to you

and how much I
admire your talent.

Oh, forget the talent.
Let's get to the point.

You don't love me, do you?

I think I do.
I'm not sure I want to.

Would you like to make that
a little clearer?

Oh, Dave, I'm not a schoolgirl,
I'm a school teacher.

I've waited a long time.
You mustn't hurry me.

Your kind of violence,
it frightens me.

What are you afraid of?

Well, it, it isn't easy to put
these things into words.

Intellectually I can understand,
and even envy a little

your way of living,
but emotionally...

Well, emotionally, I, I'm a
rather commonplace person.

Well, who isn't?

Look, I've quit drinking.
I've changed.

I know I haven't
changed 100%, but I have.

- Oh, Gwen...
- Oh, Dave...

Do you wanna marry me?

Is that curiosity
or a proposal of marriage?

No. It's just a question
that has only two answers.

There's also a third.
I don't know yet.

Oh, Dave, we've met
exactly three times.

What do I know about you?
W-- What do you know about me?

Just know that I'm the kid
who wants to marry you.

Gwen, it's something I want more
than anything else in the world.

Oh, we'll have no more of that!

I'm not one of
your barroom tarts.

You're right, teacher.
You're 100% right.

I've been a bad boy.
I've been naughty.

Matter of fact, I don't even
belong in your class.

Quite possibly you don't.

Well, you won't get a chance
to flunk me again.

Bama. Bama. Bama.

I told you it's her birthday.

I got a cake in the oven.

Ain't you even going
to give us a drink?

You know where it is.

Sure.

Oh, Dave! Ooh! Oh!

We thought you wasn't
never coming back.

You got yourself a roommate.
When do we leave?

Anytime at all. Didn't make out
so good, huh?

- Let's get started, huh?
- You going some place, Dave?

Yep. Terre Haute.
The party's over.

Oh, take us, will you?

Dave, please take us.
Oh, please.

We can tell the factory girls
we've been sick. Please, Dave--

Oh, come on. It's her birthday.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Can we go? Can we?

Oh!

Dave...

It really ain't.

- What ain't?
- It ain't my birthday.

- I just said that.
- Why?

Oh, you know, everybody
does that.

Maybe have a little party,
get some perfume or something.

I shouldn't have
said that to you, though, Dave.

I, I really shouldn't have
pulled a thing

like that on a fellow like you.

Come on. Help me pack.

Okay.

These?

No. They hurt.

Agnes, I don't know
what else we can do.

We've got to call
the sheriff's office.

And have it all over
tomorrow's paper?

Well, I don't want to either,

but do you realize
what time it is?

Well, just what did Wally say?

I told you three times.
He hasn't seen her.

He doesn't know
where she is.

I don't know what's
come over that girl.

Ever since your
brother got here--

Will you stop it?

Say, you didn't have a fight
with her or anything, did you?

Now, why would I
have a fight with her? Honestly.

Hello?

Oh, yeah.

- Fine. Fine. Fine.
- Who is it?

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Who is it?

Uh-huh. Yes. Hmm.

- Frank!
- Excuse me a minute.

It's Edith. She's been
making several phone calls.

Dawn's okay. She's been
in Terre Haute.

A friend of Willy Packer's
saw her there. Yes.

What's fine about it?

What's she doing in Terre Haute?

Please. Uh-huh. Thank you.
Thank you very much, Edith.

I don't suppose you can
talk now, can you?

I understand.
Goodnight, Frank.

Oh, yeah, baby.
Easy. Turn. Easy, now.

Let's sit down. Easy.

What happened to her?

Good girl. You alright, honey?

- Yeah. You're alright.
- Cigarettes.

There you are, now.

Smoke up. Force yourself
to have fun.

That's a girl. Mm.
Don't want to gag.

There we go.

Are you sure you don't want me
to check your hat?

What hat, lady?

Oh! Oh!

What's the matter?

Oh, Dave, it's that song.

I just love it. It's so sad.

Bama, don't you
think it's sad?

Yeah. Gets me right
here, sweetheart.

Yeah. Nice?

♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ After you've gone ♪

Beautiful voice, isn't it?

She's been studying, you know.

Yeah. Speak up. Beautiful?

♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ There's no denying ♪

♪ You'll feel blue ♪

♪ You'll feel blue ♪

♪ You'll feel sad... ♪

♪ You'll feel so sad ♪

♪ You'll miss the bestest pal ♪

♪ You ever had ♪

Hey, buddy, get that dame
away from the band.

Shh!

Look, I don't want any trouble.

Are you gonna remove her,
or are we?

What do you mean
"are we" gonna...

Dave, if they're going
to be talking about

Ginnie's singing, I'm with him.

- Yeah. I'm with him.
- Who you with, baby?

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ Think what you're doing ♪

♪ You know... ♪

Come on, baby. Let's dance.

They don't appreciate
your singing in this joint.

You appreciate my singing,
though, don't you, Dave?

♪ After you've gone ♪

♪ Af... ♪

♪ After you've gone away ♪

♪ There'll come a time ♪

♪ Now don't forget it ♪

♪ There will come a time ♪

♪ When you'll regret it ♪

♪ Someday when you grow lonely ♪

♪ Your heart
will break like mine ♪

♪ And you'll want me
only after you've gone... ♪

I promised I'd never
ask you for nothing,

but just so I'll have a
remembrance for this trip,

will you buy me one of them
pillows over there?

Sure I will. Come on.

♪ ...gone away ♪♪

Hey, lady...

Give me one of those
pillows, will you?

No. Not that. There.

Oh.

Ain't nobody never been this
sweet to me before, Dave.

And you're sober, too.
Practically.

Sure.

♪ To love and be loved ♪

♪ That's what
life's all about... ♪

Know what Rosalie heard?

No. What'd she hear?

She heard you had a yen for that
school teacher, Miss French.

Is that true, Dave?

No.

Dave, you can always--

Let's sit down and get a drink.

♪ ...makes me want you
the more ♪

♪ The more we live ♪

- Best in the house.
- Thank you.

♪ When others race to the moon ♪

Cigarettes.

♪ Through time and space
to the moon ♪

♪ My goal is... ♪

♪ To reach your lips ♪

- Two stingers.
- Oh!

♪ Is the dream I pursue... ♪

- Hey there.
- Hello, Dawn.

Oh... I-- I'm sorry.

This is Teddy, uh...

Harperson.

Won't you sit down, join us?

What are you doing here?

We've been doing the town.

We've been just
about everywhere.

I-- I'm sorry. This is my uncle,
Dave Hirsh, t-- the writer.

Oh, how are you?

You two know each other long?

Well, no, actually--

Oh, we just met today.

Teddy is a traveling salesman.

And I-- I am
the farmer's daughter.

Goodbye, Mr. Harperson.

- Oh, you're leaving?
- No. You are.

Wait a minute.

Look, I-- I think
you've got me wrong. We're--

- She's just a kid.
- I'm 18.

I said goodbye, Mr. Harperson.

Don't you pay any
attention to him.

He can't do this.

Dave, don't spoil things.
I'm having fun.

Oh, sure.
You're having a jolly time.

- Look, uh...
- Walk.

Come here. Give me the coffee.

- It's for the other table.
- Get some more.

- Yeah, but I...
- Get some more.

Oh, of course.

Move over.

Does your father
know where you are?

No. I don't know
where he is either.

Doesn't that
strike you funny?

Yeah. It breaks me up.

Hey, Ginnie!

This is Dawn, my niece.

Oh, hello.

My head aches.

Maybe you can get her
a cold towel, hmm?

I don't want a cold towel.
I feel miserable.

Oh, well, honey, that's
because you're crocked.

Oh, a kid your age really
shouldn't drink so much.

Come on.

You get her straightened out,
and I'll take

her out to get a
little air later.

Okay.

One way to Parkman.

Don't judge your father
too harshly, sweetie.

Sometimes when a man
aims high, he can miss.

I don't wanna talk about it.

Well, then, let me
talk about it.

I know you're trying
to hit back at your dad,

but who are you
really hurting?

And what are you going
to prove by becoming a tramp?

I'm not gonna become a tramp.

It doesn't take long, honey.

Couple more goons like that guy
who picked you up back there

and a little booze, and...

Well, I ought to know.
I'm an expert on tramps.

I can't live at home.

Living at home
isn't so bad, kid.

I'm gonna get
a job in New York.

Oh, well, look, do me a favor

and don't do anything
until I get back, you promise?

I promise, but you
won't change my mind.

Mellatin, Gopher Junction,
North Oaks, and Parkman!

I'm sorry if I upset you.

Upset me? Don't be ridiculous.

You make me feel like
one of the family.

It's a new feeling to me,
and I like it.

Be a good girl.

Thank you.

Goodbye, kid.

- Is she okay?
- She's fine.

When do you figure
on going home?

Go back? Intend to stay, Dave.
How about after Indianapolis?

That's fine. That's great.

Hey, you know something, Bama?

You should have seen him
with his niece.

Oh, golly, he just
couldn't have been sweeter.

Niece!

Well, she is his niece.

And Bama's my uncle.

- She is too his niece.
- Oh, turn it off.

I'd rather listen
to the singing.

Baby, how about another drink?

Oh, I'd love one.

♪ How can I help it? ♪♪

Dawn, is that you?

- Yes.
- Do you know what time it is?

Is she here?
What happened?

Oh, where have you been?

- Terre Haute.
- Who with? Where did you go?

To some night clubs
with no one you know.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight?

- Dawn, we want to know--
- I'm tired.

I don't feel like talking.

Goodnight.

Dawn...

Dropped the cards
like you're out.

- Playing?
- I'm in, I'm in, dad. I call.

I'm out. How many cards?

Three cards.

- How many?
- I'm out.

How many?

Two beauties.

Two beauties. You got 'em.

- How many?
- Hmm.

- Same. Two beauties.
- Two beauties.

- That's my call. I'm out.
- Pay up, Pete.

- Give me the top.
- One on the top.

Hello.

Hello? Yes?
Just a minute, please.

It's Indianapolis.

I'm still out.

Will you hold on for
just a minute, please?

Gwen dear, I will not
say you're out.

Dave has called twice.

And besides, you've something
to tell him now.

I'd rather you told him.

Now, Gwen, darling...

I know you've had a quarrel,
and it's made you unhappy.

Do you think you'll be happier
if you never see him again?

Hello. Yes, this is Miss French.

Hello.

Hello, Dave.

We have some
very exciting news for you.

The Atlantic took your story.

$500.

Is that right? Hey, that's fine,
isn't it? That's great.

But, uh, I got a couple
more important things

I wanna talk to you about.

I suppose I haven't
talked to you

because I had
nothing to say.

Dave, I've been so confused
and troubled, and...

Now I'm not anymore.

Just talking to you...

I'd forgotten how warm
and deep your voice is.

Oh, yes, I missed you.
I have missed you.

It's astonishing how much.

When?

I'll be here.
Goodnight, Dave.

Thank you.

Goodnight, baby.

- Aces up.
- Three nines.

Oh, happy day. You did it again.

Yeah. A little lucky.

You guys must be a couple of
grand ahead, huh?

Oh, more or less.

Do you, uh, always
play together?

Mostly.

The two of you
are pretty lucky.

I think we need
a new deck.

Tell me something.

That phone call...

Something very interesting?

For me, yeah. Why?

No reason at all except, uh...

made me think of a gambler
I used to know in Philly.

This guy had
a pretty cute gimmick.

He used to sit in the card game,
buddy of his would go out

and call him on the phone,
and guess what.

He'd tell him what every guy in
the game was holding.

Makes you think,
doesn't it?

Yeah. I'd say he was
a dishonest bum.

You know something? He was.

Look, Charlie, I better
straighten you out about--

Hold it, Dave. Now,
you just take it easy.

This fella here's
the heavy loser tonight,

and I reckon he's entitled
to be a little bit stupid.

Now who could have phoned?

Deal.

Well, let's say the waiter.

The waiter?

Yeah. He was in here, wasn't he?

He could have cased
everybody's cards.

Yeah.

Now, mind you, I didn't say
that he did.

You, uh, never take that
hat off, do you?

Nope. Never take it off.

Why?

He got a little shortwave radio

he got sewn in the hat,

and it gives us back signals as
to what you bums are holding.

Why?

Do you know something?

This creep could be
kidding on the square.

Let's just take
a look, huh?

Alright. Keep away
from the dough.

Alright.

Don't like nobody
to touch my hat.

Now pick it up.

Pick it up
and put it on his head.

Alright! Beat it! Beat it!

Move, Smitty. Get out of here!

- You alright?
- I don't know. Where's my hat?

Never mind your hat.
Get up here.

I'll get it.

- Oh, the thugs.
- Get the hat.

You two go back
to the apartment and don't talk.

I'm gonna take him
to the hospital.

But, Dave, ain't there nothing
we can do?

Do what I told you!

I don't like nobody
touching my hat.

Put your arm around me. Come on.

- Here's your coat.
- Your coat.

Easy now.

Mr. Dillert...

I never heard of anyone
sleeping with a hat on.

Well, ma'am, you heard
it now. It brings me luck.

That's a pagan superstition.

Yeah...

It sure is, ma'am.

Come in.

Oh, how do you feel,
old buddy?

How do I feel, old buddy, huh?

How would you feel, strangers
busting in here day and night,

turning you over,
feeling under the covers?

Boy, they sure get familiar
around here in a hurry.

Is he being
a tough patient, sister?

You know, while she was trying
to get my hat,

I was teaching her how to deal
a second top card first.

Not teaching me, Mr. Dillert.
Showing me.

Please don't stay long.

I won't.

Want to know
something funny?

She was beating me.

The Lord's on my side,
Mr. Dillert.

So, you finally got here, Dave.

It sure took you a long time.

They only allow visitors
in the afternoon.

Well, you just better
get yourself hustling

and get me out
of this flea trap.

Why?

Why?
I don't trust them sisters.

What do you mean, you don't
trust them sisters?

They stole my clothes.
Ain't got a stitch here.

Those are doctor's orders,
you idiot.

They take everybody's clothes.

He's the only man
to get them back for you.

Well, then get me the doctor.

Why don't you just reach

over there and ring that bell?

It ain't no good no more.

I got mad, and I busted it.

Dave, you got me
in this here bed.

Now get me out.

Okay, I'll go talk to the doc.

Hello, doctor.

I want my pants, doc!

I am afraid we're going
to have to keep you here

for a while, Mr. Dillert.

Now, what is this,
a hospital or a jail?

It's not a question
of legality.

It's a question of
professional responsibility.

You're a sick man, Mr. Dillert.

Oh, not from the knife wound.
That was slight.

But we discovered quite
accidentally that you have

a rather advanced case
of diabetes mellitus.

I got what?

Diabetes?

I noticed there was
considerable alcohol content

in your blood test.

How much whiskey do you drink
in a day, Mr. Dillert?

That's a pretty good question.

Oh, I don't rightly know, doc.

Maybe a fifth. Maybe less.
I don't know.

Maybe more.

Of course, you'll have to

stop drinking, Mr. Dillert.

Alcohol adds an enormous
amount of sugar to the blood.

You need treatment,
Mr. Dillert.

Immediate treatment.

You mean it's that serious?

The rate Mr. Dillert is going
now, it's more than serious.

Alright.
You've done your duty, doc.

Now you just tell me what I have
to do to get out of this place

without busting down that door,
and I'll be obliged.

I'll, uh, send up
a release for you to sign.

Pardon me.

Can you tell me where I can find
Miss French, the teacher?

Second floor.
I believe it's room 213.

Thank you.

Is, um, she teaching
class now?

The period will be over
in a few minutes.

Now, we have time
for a few more questions.

Wally?

Miss French, do you think

that Emile Zola was amoral?

No. I don't at all.

Even when writing
about depraved people,

his attitude was
essentially moral.

But he had
a mistress, didn't he?

Well, you'll have to
take that up with Mrs. Zola.

Well, a friend of mine
believes that literary men

have, well,
different standards.

But it seems to me that
if it's alright for them,

it should be alright
for anybody else.

Why, I don't agree
with your friend, Wally,

but it is true, I believe,
that good writers

feel more deeply
than the rest of us.

They have greater appetites
for life.

If I'd known Poe,

I would undoubtedly have
been repelled by his drinking,

but I would have tried
to understand him,

just as I would have tried
to understand

Dr. Johnson for his gluttony,
De Quincey for using drugs,

and Baudelaire
for his neurotic promiscuity.

They were big men...

big in weakness,
bigger in strength.

Are you Miss French?

Yes.

I'm Ginnie Moorehead.

You don't know me,
but I know you.

At least I know about you.

Uh, I'd kind of like to talk
to you about something.

Well, what can I do for you?

Gee, you don't look
like a school teacher.

Thank you. I assume that
was a compliment.

Oh, sure.

Uh...

may I sit down?

Of course.

You won't tell Dave
I've been here, will you?

'Cause he'll skin me alive
if he'd know I was.

Is he a friend of yours?

Yeah.

I'm not gonna take up much
of your time, Miss French,

but, you see,
he's coming back today,

and there's something
I just got to know.

Are you gonna marry him?

Am I what?

I got to know how
things stand, that's all.

- Well, I'm not sure I ca--
- Miss French, let me explain.

You see, I think
he's in love with you,

and if you're gonna marry him,
then I'll clear out.

But if it's just
one of them things...

Are you from Chicago?

Yeah. Yeah, did he
tell you about me?

No. I read the papers.

Oh. Oh, golly.
Wasn't that terrible?

I knewed I shouldn't
have come, but...

Oh, I'm very crazy about him,
you see, Miss French.

And this is the God's truth.

I want him to have
what he wants,

even if it means you
instead of me.

Well, I assume Mr. Hirsh
discussed me with you

otherwise you wouldn't be here.

Oh, no. That's not so.

Oh, he never said nothing.

I kept asking him
and asking him,

but he never said nothing.

Here and in Terre Haute
and in Indianapolis,

but he never said nothing.

You were on that trip?

Yeah.

Oh, but he ain't in love
with me, Miss French.

I wish he was.

I'd give my right eye if he was.

I never felt like this about
nobody in my whole life.

He just touches me,
and I-- I fall apart.

I do wish you wouldn't cry.

Whatever you may have imagined
or whatever Dave...

himself may have told you...

there's absolutely nothing
between Mr. Hirsh and myself.

I've helped him a little
with his writing, nothing else.

Consequently...
I'm not your rival.

Oh!

Oh, Miss French,
I'm glad I come, then.

Oh, I was so scared.

You don't know how scared I was.

'Cause I knowed you could take
him away from me if you want to.

'Cause I ain't rich
or smart like you.

I haven't got nothing.

Not even a reputation.

I'm sure you have a reputation,
Miss Moorehead.

Well, that's one thing
don't bother Dave none.

Well, I don't like to be rude,

but my next class
is coming in now, and I--

Oh, I'll go.

You ain't sore at me
for coming?

In a way, I'm grateful.

Grateful?

I don't know why, Miss French...

but thank you.

Thanks awfully much.

Now, you won't say nothing
not to nobody, will you?

Nobody.

Oh, goodbye, Miss French.

Goodbye.

Man, this town sure is
jumping on all fours.

"Parkman Centennial,
1848-1948."

Man, it took them a hundred
years to build this burg?

That's a waste of time.

Why don't you knock
that stuff off, Bama?

Come on, Dave.

Man, I don't want any arguments.

I've been living
a certain way all my life,

and I ain't about to change.

Don't be a damn fool.

You remember what the doctor
told you, just watch your diet

and keep taking those shots,
and you'll live

a long, normal life.

Why don't you stop this, huh?

You're gonna keep on doing this,

and I'm gonna lose a friend,

and I ain't had so many friends

that I can afford to lose one.

You don't give me no choice.

It ain't your right to choose.

That looks like my niece.

Dawn.

Look. You run along.
I'll pick up my own car.

- Can you make it with one arm?
- Yeah.

- How's my favorite niece?
- Just fine.

I got a job in
New York with a publisher.

Well, I'll only be the office
girl, but isn't it wonderful?

I think it's great.
What do your parents think?

Well, about what I expected,
but they'll get over it...

Dave, could you give me
a minute, please?

I have some friends
in New York that I'll phone.

Look, Dave, I've taken
about all I'm going to

take from you, and it's not
just that knifing brawl--

Did you bring me in here
for another lecture?

Because if you did--

Please, Dave, lower your voice.

I have no secrets!

Come on back here.
This is important.

Edith, if you don't mind...

I think you should stay,
Miss Barclay.

This little gathering
may interest you.

Alright, Edith.

Okay, Dave, I'm not going into
this latest disgrace of yours.

Of course, you know it's in all
the papers, but never mind,

we'll forget about that.

Thanks a lot.

However, I got a couple
of things I'd like to talk--

You advised Dawn to go
to New York, didn't you?

- I did not.
- Don't give me that.

Before you got here, she...

Well, you don't know what
this means to me, Dave.

You're not a father.

That's true.

So if I hurt anyone,
I hurt myself.

But a father...
that's different.

If he's gonna be a hypocrite,
he ought to be a good one

and not get caught at it.

What are you getting at?

That very strict rule
that you told me about.

Never getting involved
with your employees.

Well, what about it?

It's a damn good rule,
particularly if you're

bringing up a fine,
decent, young girl.

- Are you suggesting--
- I'm saying it, Frank!

This is a small town,
and what I know

Dawn could easily also know.

And let's face it,
that's no good.

- Mr. Hirsh, I--
- Don't listen to him.

He's no good now. He never was.
He never will be.

If you're through
with your lecture, I'll leave.

I'm sorry, Miss Barclay,

but I happen to be
very fond of my niece.

Frank, I'm...

I-- I'm gonna leave Parkman.

Oh, now, now. Don't get excited.

He was probably just guessing.

- I-- I'm sure he was guessing.
- No.

Oh, Frank.

Why didn't I meet you first?

I've often thought about that.

I don't know whether
you realize this, but...

when I married Agnes,
you were just four years old.

If you don't need me
any longer, I...

I think I'll go home and pack.

- Oh, Dave. Come on in.
- Hi, professor.

We have a very pretty
check of yours

and a fine letter
from a most discerning editor.

Congratulations.

We owe it all to Gwen.

Where is she?

You have every reason to be

enormously proud, dear Dave.

Have you told her
I've been phoning?

I'm afraid she won't be
with us this evening.

I'm very sorry.

Here's your letter.

Oh... thunderation.

How I envy people who can tell
little lies with conviction.

She may feel differently
tomorrow or the day after.

I know she doesn't want to see
me, but if I just knew why.

Dear Dave,
first let me mix you a martini

that's pure magic.

It may not make
one's problems disappear,

but it does reduce their size.

But where is she?
She must be somewhere.

I'm afraid that's of very
little consequence, dear Dave.

She seems quite determined
not to see you.

Please don't ask me why. I have
no, no right to interfere.

She's upstairs, isn't she?
I'll go see her.

I couldn't stop you.
You're younger than I am.

Thanks.

Gwen. Gwen, I'm coming up.

Gwen? Gwen?

Where are you?
You're gonna talk to me.

Gwen.

Doesn't this strike you
as just a little crude?

Yeah. Now tell me what kind of
a game you're playing.

I'm not an authority on games
or the people who frequent them.

If you're thinking
about the gambling--

Dave, this is my room.
I did not invite you in.

Okay, okay.
I'll apologize later.

Now, look, I just
went away with Bama

because you kept ignoring me.

If it means
that much to you--

It doesn't mean that much to me.

It doesn't at all.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'd like to finish this.

What the devil's
happened to you?

When you were on
the phone with me,

you were...
What made you change?

Don't look for
tragic implications.

I've simply come
to my senses.

You mean you've
lost your senses!

Goodnight, Dave.

Gwen, I'm in love with you.

- You said you were with me.
- Don't handle me, Dave.

Your hands on me are not
in the least persuasive.

Look, just do me one thing.

Just tell me what's eating you.

If we discuss it,
you could be wrong!

I said goodnight.

Gwen, why don't we cut this out?
This is a very imp--

Dave, if you put your hands
on me again,

I swear I'll call the police

and have you thrown bodily out.

I don't like your life.

I don't like your thinking.

I don't like
the people you like.

Now leave me alone.
Stay away from me!

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

Why?

Well, you know that magazine
with your story in it?

It's on sale down
at the drugstore.

I'll run down and buy one.

You can't.
I bought them all up.

I got one more left.

You know, everybody's been
congratulating me today.

Really? What for?

Hmm. 'Cause I'm a certain
friend of yours, like.

Oh, golly, all the girls
at the factory

have been shaking hands with me.

Been signing autographs all day.

You've been what?

Signing autographs. Yeah.

I write, uh...

I write,
"I hope you'll like it,"

and I sign my name.

Pretty good publicity,
don't you think?

Why don't you get it
through your thick head

that nobody signs
their name to a story

that somebody else wrote?

But, Dave, you sign
your name to a book

you send somebody for Christmas
if you didn't write it.

Look, stupid,
you had nothing to do

with the writing of this story.

I'm your girlfriend.

That's something else
I want to discuss with you.

You're not my girlfriend.

I bought you a few drinks,
we had a few

laughs, I showed you around,
but you're not my girlfriend!

- Everybody thinks I am.
- I don't care what they think.

You haven't got the brains
or the willpower

to sit down
and read this story.

You can't talk to me like this.

I can't, huh?

You haven't got enough sense
to come in out of the rain

unless somebody
leads you by the hand.

And that's only because
you'd go anywhere with anybody.

Dave...

Oh, Dave, you really should not
have talked to me like that.

Ah, forget it.

Hey, this is sure
one hell of a story, Dave.

Thanks.

Something bugging you?

Yeah. It's this place.

It looks like a rat's nest.

Why don't we get
somebody to clean it?

Why, you suppose we could get
that Ginnie Moorehead

to keep the place clean?

You kidding?

She can't keep herself clean.

Oh, by the way,
when's the wedding?

- What wedding?
- What wedding?

Dave, just between you and me,

that little old
school teacher of yours,

you know, she ain't
too good an influence.

You know, ever since
you give up drinking,

you've been impossible, boy.

Dames.

What do you think
you're doing out there?

Sitting.

Ah, that's ridiculous.
Come on in.

Come on inside.

Alright.

But you got no right to talk
to me the way you did, Dave.

I'm a human being, and I got

as many rights
and feelings as anybody else.

Okay, so you're a human being.

Just 'cause that
school teacher don't want you

don't give you no right
to take it out on me.

Will you please
forget it, Ginnie?

You're still in love
with her, ain't you?

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are. I can tell.

Look, I'm not in love
with anybody.

Dave...

Dave, be in love with me!

Oh, I love you so much!

I never met anybody like you
throughout all my whole life.

Oh, I love you
so awful, awful much.

Don't cry, Ginnie. Don't cry.

I'm sorry if I hurt you.
Forgive me. I didn't mean it.

I'm terribly sorry.

You know I'd do
anything for you, Dave.

I'd do anything. Ask me.

Would you, uh...

would you clean up
the place for me?

- Oh, could I?
- Sure.

Oh, sure. Oh, I'd love to.

Oh, why, sure.
Oh, I'd love to!

I'll, uh, tell you what I'll do.

I'll come every day before work.

You just call me.

But you gotta remember
I'm human.

I'll bear that in mind.

"And before he was
aware of it, he was lost."

"There wasn't much time left,
and he realized

that he would have to
return over familiar ground,

running to reach
the point at which

he could start all over again."

Is that the end?

- Did you like it?
- Oh, golly.

I-- I liked it fine, Dave.
I really liked it a lot.

That means not very much.

No, honest. I really liked
it a lot. Golly, just think.

You can put those words
down on paper like that,

and all I can do
is hem brassieres.

You know, it really makes me
feel like a terrible failure.

What did you like
about it, Ginnie?

Everything.

Like what?

Well, I-- I... The people.

What people?

All of them.

Okay, so you like
all of the people,

but what did
the story mean to you?

Well, it means a lot.

Well, then tell me
what it's all about.

But, Dave, don't get mad.

Every time I open my mouth,
you get mad at me.

You don't understand
a word of what I said.

You don't understand
the story at all.

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

I don't understand you neither,

but that don't mean
I don't like you.

I love you! I...

But I don't understand you.

Now, what's the matter
with that?

- Ginnie.
- What?

Will you marry me?

What?

Marry me now, tonight.

Oh, Dave...

you really shouldn't kid around
about a thing like that.

Oh, please, Dave. Not with me.

You don't know how it hurts me.

I'm not kidding, Ginnie.

Oh, Dave.

Oh, I hope you're not.

Oh, I, I think I want that
more than I want anything

in the whole wide world.

I-- I don't know what to say.

Just say you will.

Oh, Dave!

♪ Doo doo... ♪♪

Bama!

Well, who loused up my house?

Bama, guess what!

You'll never guess it

in a hundred million years!

What, what, what, what?

Dave and me, we're gonna
get married.

- Oh, that's nice.
- No, we really are, Bama.

You off your rocker?

Bama, you got no right
to say that.

Look, I, all due
respect to Ginnie,

but you ain't really
gonna marry this broad.

I am. Tonight.

I don't know if you're crazy
or what--

Oh, Bama, please.
He wants to marry me.

- You got no right to--
- Ginnie, you just be quiet.

- I'm trying to talk to Dave.
- But we don't need your advice.

Just be a good girl and shut up.

You might as well
get used to it.

She's gonna be my wife.

Man, this just
don't make sense.

I got nothing against Ginnie.
Nothing at all.

But even she knows
she's a pig.

Alright.
That's enough of that.

Come on, sweetie, you go home
and put something nice on,

and I'll call the judge and then
come by and pick you up.

Bama, Bama, please
don't spoil it for me.

Please, Bama.
It would just kill me.

He won't spoil it, honey.

I've never been so happy
in my whole life.

Oh, boy.

I could use a best man.

It sure ain't gonna be me.

I don't know what
went on between

you and that school teacher,

but you just went
and blew your top.

You ain't really gonna
get hitched up

with that, that dumb pushover.

Now, nobody would do that.

Don't you like the way
she cleaned up your place?

You ain't gonna
marry her for that.

No, I'm not.

I'm just tired
of being lonely, that's all.

And the way she feels
about me, well...

nobody ever felt
that way about me before.

And besides,
maybe I can help her.

I sure can't help myself.

But the fact remains
she's still a pig.

I told you I'm gonna marry her,
so knock off the language.

Really made up
your mind, didn't you?

Yeah, I'm gonna phone the judge
and have him set it up tonight.

Alright. In that case,
I just lost myself a friend.

I got no use
for anybody that stupid.

Then I pronounce you
man and wife.

Congratulations.

- Is that all?
- That's all.

- We're married?
- Tight as a drum.

This will prove it
to any room clerk.

The Hirshes.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

I, um, I thought Dawn
was taking a later bus.

It, uh, seems to be
the last one.

It will be nice
to have company.

Yes. Won't it?

Dave?

Bama should have been here.

He was busy, I guess.

I don't know why
he don't like me, Dave.

I guess there's no sense
in beating a dead horse.

Dave?

I'm gonna make you
a good wife, Dave.

A really good wife.

You're not gonna be sorry.

I believe you.

Dave, can we go to Terre Haute
on our, on our honeymoon?

We can get a motel,
it wouldn't cost too much,

and-- and we can cook in.

I don't care
where we go, baby.

I just want to
get out of Parkman.

And can we go
by my place first?

I'd kind of like to... pick up
my pillow and take it with us.

Remember the one you bought me?

I remember.

And can we go by Smitty's
for just one beer?

I'd kind of like
to see the girls.

They're expecting it.
They bought some rice.

Bama, what are you doing here?

I thought you was the best man.

They're coming back
to say goodbye.

You want some rice?

He didn't come in here, did he?

- Who?
- What's his name--

Ginnie's old friend.
That hood from Chicago.

He heard she got married,
and he's out looking for Dave.

- Oh, he's full of talk.
- I don't know.

He's got a gun,
and he's crazy drunk.

What's he aiming to do?

Kill Dave, he says.
I tell you, he's crazy.

I tried talking to him,
and he pulled a gun on me.

Alright, you stay here,
and I'll try and find Dave.

Okay.

You can have it
free. You can have it free.

Have it free. They're all free.
Have it free.

You can have it free.

Alright, ladies and gentlemen.
Step up right close.

We have a lot of souvenirs

and a lot of
free prizes for you.

Haven't you noticed I've been
talking lately much better?

Hmm? Oh. Yes, much.

I got one of them, them
grammar books from the library.

I got it from
that teacher who...

Whom. Whom is the objective.

- Whom says so?
- Hmm?

One hundred
and sixty-five pounds.

Sit right down.

By golly, you may be within
a half a pound.

Here. Check it out.
Take your prize.

Who's next?

You don't really want
to go to Smitty's, do you, Dave?

You said you wanted to go.

Well, I don't wanna go

if you don't wanna go.

We could stay here.

Will you make up
your mind, Ginnie?

Okay, we better go
to Smitty's.

The girls said
they'd be waiting.

Nothing to it
at all. It cuts your work right in half.

Here's another one.

Cabbage for coleslaw.
Take a look at that one.

The finest little
poached egg salad you ever saw.

I'll bet the hen that laid that
is still cackling.

One more use for this
fine little slicer,

French fried potatoes.

You like them, I like them,
your mother-in-law likes them.

Everybody likes
French fried potatoes.

For as much as the spirit
of the departed

hath returned to God
who gave it,

we therefore commit her body
to the ground.

Earth to earth. Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

The Lord is my Shepherd.

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

He leadeth me
beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness for His namesake.

Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,
for Thou art with me.

Thy rod and Thy staff,
they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies.

Thou annointeth my head
with oil.

My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me

all the days of my life,

and I will dwell in the house
of the Lord forever...