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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...