All language subtitles for Young Indiana Jones Chronicles - Ep 15 New York, June 1920, Part 1 - Restored

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Go! Come on!

What's the hold up?

Who knows? You want to walk?

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Move in Mac! You're too hot!

You don't like men?

Yeah, well what's it to you?

Men are scum.

All of them?

All of them!

Perhaps you're looking for perfection?

Perfection?

Mister, I gave up on that a long time ago.

I know just what you mean.

You do.

Oh sure, it was June 1920.

I was leaving Chicago for
a summer job in New York.

As it turned out, it was the
most exciting job of my life.

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Are these seats taken?

Yes.

Where did the people go?

To the bathroom.

All three of them? Together?

Yes.

I guess I'll just wait here
for them to come back.

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Don't you touch them!

Look, there are no other seats.
I just need a place to sit.

Don't you dare!

Look, I just want
to... You got a ticket?

Go ahead, sit.

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I told you before, lady,
those cases go up on the rack.

I don't need to tell you this again, do I?

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Here, let me help.

Get away!

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You sit there and stay there.
Don't try to get fresh.

I wasn't trying to get fresh. I just wanted
to... Men like you. You big city masher.

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Ow! I lost my apple.

I'm going to call the conductor. I'm
going to have you thrown off this drink.

Relax. I just... Oh,
there is no apple.

I dropped it.

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Ow.

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I'm so sorry.

I'm Indiana Jones, and
my friends call me Indy.

I'm Margaret Peabody.
My friends call me Peggy.

Would you like a bite?

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Is he headed for New York?

Me too. I have a friend there
who has promised me a job, so...

I'm going to work in New
York too, on a Broadway show.

Really? Wow, which one?

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I haven't decided yet.

Oh.

You don't believe me?

No, no, no. Sure I do.
It's just that I've heard it

can be kind of difficult
getting started in theater.

I know it, but I just
feel I'm going to make it.

You're a dancer?

Certainly not.
I don't intend to display myself.

I sing. I'm pretty good at it.

You're pretty good at eating apples too.

I'm sorry about your apple.

Oh, really, really. I wasn't very hungry.

I wish there was something I could do.

You could sing for me.

Sing for you? What, now?

Yeah. I'd really like that, please.

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That was great!

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Well, I guess this is goodbye.

Does it mean we'll never
see each other again?

Yeah, I hope not.

Me too.

Because I'd really like to see you again.

Me too.

Gosh, New York's here is awful big.

It was a great city. I'd
love to... Why do I do that?

What?

To show you the city,
the two of us together.

When do we start?

The first thing tomorrow.
Where are you staying?

Um, at the Victoria
Hotel, but only for tonight.

First thing tomorrow I'm going to find
myself a nice, clean boarding house.

Great, I can help you look.

I'll pick you up at 10.
That way we'll have the whole day together.

Sounds wonderful.

Hey, Matt, you want this cab
or are you just eating lunch?

Yes, we want this cab.

Ten o'clock, don't forget.

I'll be waiting.

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Wrong door, me gum. Party's in here.

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How wonderful to see you.

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Having fun?

Sort of. Who are all these people?

Writers, actors,
painters, composers,

anarchists, socialists,
the usual village crowd.

Do you know any of them?

Me? No, no.
I just snuck in for some free food.

Whose party is this anyway?

Mine.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't be silly. Come one, come all.

Actually, I'm supposed
to be staying down the hall

with the Jacksons, but
they don't seem to be home.

Are they not? They're in Europe.

In Europe?

Is that a problem?

Well, yeah, I'm supposed
to be staying with them.

I'll be alive.
Take no thought of them, Marlon.

Kate Rivers, what do you do?

Indiana Jones. I'm an archaeology student.

Pleasure. Archaeology. How fascinating.

So tell me, is it true in ancient Egypt
poets were worshipped as gods?

Not exactly.

But in the British Museum,
there's a papyrus that says, "For the

scribe, there are no taxes. He
payeth tribute in his writings."

I love that.

Yeah, tell it to the internal revenue.

Wasn't there religion
based on fertility rituals?

Well, most religions are.

In ancient Greece, there's
the myth about Dionysus.

"Dear Mom, I must
tell you about the most

wonderful, handsome
boy I met on the train."

Don't you see that there's a rhythm
to our lives and poetry has to reflect it?

So the poet is the mouthpiece of his age.

Exactly. Who's your favorite poet?

Shakespeare.

Perfect. See, in his plays,
in his sonnets, you can

feel the pulse of Elizabethan
life. They pound with it.

But this is 1920.

Exactly. So our poetry has to echo
the rhythm of the 20th century, which is...

The automobile age.

Throwing. Driving.

I've never thought about it that way,
but you're right. That sounds good.

Sounds good.

I can't remember when
I've had this much fun.

Me neither.

I'm hungry. What time is it?

I don't know. About noon, I guess.

What happened to breakfast?

Breakfast? I think that's when we were
talking about... Noon? Did you say noon?

Yeah.

I've got to go.
I've got an appointment. I'm sorry.

She's gone, are you certain?

I'm positive.
Miss Peabody checked out this morning.

She was here till noon. Said she
was waiting for someone. Then she left.

Did she leave a message, a note, anything?

She did not. The poor girl was in tears.

I have no idea where she went.

None.

No.

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Who is it?

It's me, Endy.

Hi. Sorry if I woke
you. I... What time is it?

It's probably around three o'clock.

Well, the truth of it is, I...

I just left my bag here.

And I was wondering if
maybe I could... You dig around.

Yeah, okay.

Are you sure it's no trouble?

(water running).

Thanks.

You're Endy.

You're Kate.

What's left over?

Oh, God, would you look at this place?

Maybe I could help you clean it up.

Yeah.

Oh, Miss Peabody, a young man
was here earlier looking for you.

Did he leave a message?

No.

Alone, friendless, and
with no place to stay.

Sounds like a line from a song.

Luckily, it's not true.

At least the part about being friendless.

There's a guy I know from Chicago that
plays clarinet in a restaurant up in Harlem.

He promised to get me a
job, so... What kind of job?

As a waiter.

Well, there are worse things.

Like reviewing other people's
books and other people's plays.

Well, I thought you were a poet.

Well, I am, but I review
it for The Sentinel.

It pays the bills.

I'm glad you have a friend, though.

This city can be awfully
lonely if you don't.

Well, don't tell me you're lonely.

You mean the crowd last night?

Well, they're sort of friends, I guess.

But there's no one close.

Do you have anybody like them?

No.

I thought I did, but no, there's no one.

Well, I really better get going.

Thanks a lot, really, for everything.

Don't be silly. Thank you.

This place hasn't looked so good in years.

Yeah?

You're not going to haul that all
the way up to Harlem, are you?

Yeah, I guess.

It's an awfully long trip.

Listen, why don't you leave it here?

Here?

Sure.

If I'm out, let yourself in.

Okay?

Okay.

All right. Thanks.

Sure.

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Jonesy! Hey!

Goldie!

Fellas, meet Indiana Jones, the Saxman.

Hi. How you doing?

When'd you get in?

Yesterday.

So how's it going?

So, so lonely, so, so.

This place isn't exactly
what I imagined it to be.

You know, that waiter's
job I promised you,

Jonesy, I don't think
it's going to happen.

They promised me, I promised you,
and promises are about all we got.

Oh, don't worry about it.

New York's a pretty big town.
I'm sure I'll find something.

Hold on.

One promise I did keep.

I got your baby fixed.

My buddy tuned her, so now
she should sing like a morning log.

Sydney.

You haven't forgotten
how to blow it, have you?

A soprano sax in a jazz band?

Well, I never heard of that before.

Hmm.

Well, let's hit it then.

George, you want to sit in?

I thought you were never going to ask.

Come on in.

Two, three, four.

I've been away from you a long
time I never thought I'd miss you so.

I know that you yearn for me
too Swanee, you're calling me

Swanee, how I love you, how I love you, my
dear Oh, Swanee, I'd give the world to be

Among the folks in my life
I even know my mammy's

Waiting for me, waiting
for me down by the Swanee

The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to the Swanee shore [Music]

That's not a bad sound.

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[Laughter]

Yeah, he's a sax man.

You sure can play that tune.

Well, he ought to. He wrote it.

You wrote that?

Yeah, sure enough. George Gershwin.

Indiana Jones.

Nice.

I'm fine too.

Thanks. Are you a musician?

Me? No, no, no, no.

I study archaeology and I wait tables.

Interesting sax you play. Have a cigar.

No, no thanks. I don't smoke.

Do you eat?

I eat. As a matter of fact, I'm starving.

Come, Mr. Sax Man. Let's eat.

Let's go again, fellas.

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So what happened to her,
this girl you met on the train?

I lost her. It was dumb and now I
lost probably the nicest girl in the world.

I don't suppose I'll ever see her again.

Chin up, sport.
There's a million girls out there.

I know, I know, but Peggy was different.

So you fell in love.

I don't know. It wasn't love. Not yet.

I only knew her for a few hours,
but I don't know if it was special.

I don't know how to describe it.
I wish I could find the words.

You find the words,
Andy, and I'll find the tune.

Come on, George. This is special.
You can't put this in a song.

You can't put it in a
song. Are you kidding?

A song is the only
place you can put it.

Ask any of these guys.

What? They're songwriters?

This is Tin Pen Alley. All right, come on.

Fellas, my friend here needs some advice.

George.

He's got that feeling,
that feeling of love.

I don't know.
There's just something about it.

Oh, there's something about
love That's magic, it's tragic

It gladdens and saddens too
It's something we're falling for

Our hearts keep calling
for There's something about

love We love No, no,
no. You see, that's not it.

You see, the thing about Peggy is that she's
so... Don't you mean the way she smiles?

Then that's it, my boy, that's the answer.

Because, you see When my
baby, when my baby smiles at me

My heart goes roaming,
roaming up There it goes

Oh, when my baby,
when my baby smiles at me

There's a wonderful light that
shines in those eyes I sigh, I cry

It's just a bit of heaven when my baby
When my baby smiles at me Take it, Ted.

Let's do it.

Yeah, thanks, Mr. Lewis.

Okay, okay.

Well, if it's all so great,
why do I feel so miserable?

It's because she's
nailed you, you poor sap.

And now you're a goner.

I'll call you back.

There's something else, something bigger.

I mean, why am I still thinking about her?

Tell him, Mr. Berlin.

It's very simple, my chick.

You keep thinking about her because...

I'm ready, girl Is like
a melody That haunts

you night and day She
will lead you and then.

Come back again A pretty girl is just
like a pretty tune So what happens now?

I guess I start looking for a job.

Go down to Globes Theatre.

Ask for Mac.

Really?

He'll fix you up.

Thanks, George.

Forget it. What else are friends for?

The only thing is, I don't know a
whole lot about show business.

It's easy.

Any monkey can learn it.

Okay?

Thanks.

You leaving?

Oh, yeah.

Sorry if I woke you
up, but... No, you didn't.

I was just thinking about you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you, too.

We don't have to go.

No.

Then why not?

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You ever work in the theatre before?

Yeah, once in Barcelona.

Barcelona?

Spain, with Diaghilev's Russian Ballet.

Diaghilev, you putting me on?

No, no, no. I was a eunuch.

Get that thing out of here!

What have you brought? Get on stage.

And let's have some quiet around here!

I'm going to pretend I didn't
hear what you just said.

As far as I'm concerned, you're an idiot.

Why are you?

I'm an idiot.

Correct.

Now open your idiot ears and follow me.

[Loud screeching]

Your job is to do all the idiot
jobs that only an idiot wants to do.

Like make the coffee, run
the air, and scrape the stage.

Light her up, Harry!

We got call sheets, look after props.

Call the actors, see none of them's late.

That's good!

Most of all, you keep me sweet.

Yes, sir.

Why do you do this?

Because I'm an idiot.

That's right!

Just remember, Jones, my name is God.

And there's only one other God
above me in this whole damn theater.

Who's that?

He sings, he dances,
he produces, he directs.

And his name is Mr. White!

Schwartz! You're fired.

Yes, Mr. White, thank you. Now about these
bills... Later, I have a show to put up.

Bert!

Bert, we're going to
start with the opening.

The Scandal Walk!

This is a great number, George.
It'll kill Ziegfeld.

You think so?

I guarantee it. With your music, my
dancing, and Ann Pennington starring,

we're going to put the
Follies right out of business.

Mr. White, about Miss Pennington.

What about her?

I hear Mr. Ziegfeld has made her
another offer, to rejoin the Follies.

Well, let him. She's under contract to me.

Yes, but I was thinking...

See what I mean? Ziegfeld's running scared
already, and we haven't even opened yet.

Give me Mr. White about... We're
going to be the biggest hit on Broadway.

What about these bills?

Ziegfeld's going to have to retire.

Mr. White!

All right, ladies, let's
see what you can do.

Hey! Watch it, bub!

Hey, you got the job then?

Oh, yeah, George, I really appreciate it.

Well, great, because tonight
we're stepping out on the town.

We are.

We're going to a big party on Park Avenue.

Park Avenue, really?

We'll have a gorgeous time.
Don't say you don't want to.

The only trouble is I
don't have any clothes.

Now you have clothes.

Okay.
Well, I still have to talk to my girl.

The girl? You mean you found her.
That's great.

Well, no, actually, this is another one.

Another girl?
Boy, you sure don't waste time.

Well, bring her along. She'll love it.

Thank God, it sounds awful.

Why?

Have you ever been to one
of those Park Avenue parties?

Do you have any idea
what those people are like?

No, but I... They're the most
ridiculous people in the world.

I just thought it could be fun.

Fun? When we could go to a poetry reading?

Was that where you were going?

Mm-hmm.

Julian Darcy's reading his latest poems.

I wouldn't miss it for anything.

Well, that's it, then.

What do you mean?

Well, you can't go alone, can you?

I mean, not now that...
Darling, are you serious?

You are serious.

Well, you're so sweet and so old-fashioned.

Why?

Because we're not tied to each other.

We're adults, independent.

We make our own free decisions.
Isn't that so?

Yeah, but... So I'll go
to my poetry reading

and you'll go to your
Silly Park Avenue party

and afterward we'll tell
each other all about it.

Are you sure?

Of course I am, Silly.

Go ahead.

Get dressed, put your silly clothes on,

go to Silly Park Avenue, and
have a wonderfully silly time.

Do you feel it?

What?

The sounds of the city.

There's a kind of music
in it, the kind of music

nobody's written yet, the
kind of music I want to write.

A symphony for car horns?

Sure, why not?

We need American
music, not some third-rate

imitation of what Europe
was doing 100 years ago.

Peggy!

Sorry.

I beg your pardon.

Is she a friend of yours?

No, such luck.

I need to stop thinking about what I
lost and just concentrate on what I have.

I don't know, George, maybe I
should have just stayed with Kate.

You're a little caviar
and a lot of champagne.

Maybe you're right.

No, no, no, George, but
she's such a great girl.

I mean, she's intelligent and she's cute.

I don't know, I love just talking with her.

And she's so... I
don't know, intelligent.

You just said that. Come on.

I don't know, George.

Mike, will you make up your mind?

I don't know, George.

I don't know, Mike.

I don't know, George.

Do you mind?

Maybe just for five minutes.

Five minutes and then I go.

All right, if we don't stay too long, I
could still make it before the end of poetry.

You're going to miss one of the
social events of the ages, George.

George, don't be sore.

Who's sore? I'm not sore.

I really appreciate the opportunity.

It's just that I'm certain.

Yes, I am certain as to
where I should be right now.

As a matter of fact, who I should be with.

It's obvious you've never been
to a Park Avenue party before.

George, don't try and change my mind.

Five minutes tops and then I leave.

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Good God.

Ten nights, haven't you?

There's a million girls out there.

Who is that?

That's Gloria Shiner.

She looks edible.

She should.

Her old man owns the biggest
meat packing plant in New Jersey.

Good hunting, pal.

Hi, Gloria.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

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Oh, Indi.

Must you leave me so soon?

We'll have to be at work in an hour.

I know, but we just met.

Well, remember, I'll see you again tonight.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you, too.

Sweet dreams.

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( Door slams ).

( Sighs ).

( Sighs ).

( Beeping ).

Morning.

Morning.

How's the party?

Hmm?

The party. How was it?

Oh, uh, kind of boring.

Oh.

How was the poetry reading?

Kind of interesting.

Is something wrong?

No, that's-- that's great.

Is this yours?

Mm-hmm.

That's good.

Thank you.

Let's have lunch today.

Lunch?

Today?

Yeah.

The, uh, Gonquin one o'clock?

The Algonquin one o'clock.

Okay.

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No!

No!

Stop!

Pick it up.

Make it faster.

With me.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Get it.

Okay.

Look up.

Smile.

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Ah, pick it up.

Happy.

Miss Pennington is here, Mr. White.

Okay.

Take a break and stick around.

You might learn something from a real star.

Anne, honey.

Ready to try your new number?

Why not?

( Whimpering ).

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♪ When the melon moon begins to beam ♪

♪ Every night I dream a little dream ♪

Shh.

♪ And of course Prince
Charming is the theme ♪

♪ The heave for me ♪

♪ Although I realize ♪

Ooh.

What's the problem, honey?

I just don't feel it.

You're taking it too fast, Miss Pennington.

Quiet.

Too fast?

You want it slower?

Yes.

It's meant to be a slower number.

Well, how can I
shimmy to it if it's slower?

Well, you're not meant to shimmy to it.

Not meant to shimmy to it?

Are you out of your mind?

This is Anne Pennington,
the queen of shimmies.

I know that, but-- Quiet.

Well, darling.

No.

It just won't do.

I'm sorry, Mr. Gershwin.

Well, don't you worry about it.

We'll just have to find you a
better number, won't we, George?

Thank you so much.

No, no.

Thank you, honey.

Give that song to one of the girls.

Now, all you have to do is to
write our star and your number.

Mr. White, about these
bills-- Schwartz, you're fired.

Can I have that in writing?

It's a cryin' shame.

That was a great song.

Thanks.

But no song's great until someone sings it.

Yeah.

How was it with Gloria last night?

Gloria?

She's wonderful.

And what about your other girl?

Kate?

Yeah.

She's wonderful, too.

Ha, ha.

She's wonderful, too.

Ha, ha.

So now you got two girls, huh?

She's wonderful, too.

What am I gonna do?

'Cause all I can think about each
lovely day is She's wonderful, too.

But they're both so different.

Gloria's so beautiful.

And Kate's so smart.

Pardon me, Mr. Jones.

I just hate to disturb you,
but your lunch date's arrived.

It's not even noon.

And her damn limo's
blocking half the damn street!

She's simply wonderful, too.

I'll bring it back.

Hey!

Gloria!

Oh, darling.

What are you doing here?

I just couldn't wait.

Tonight seems so far away.

But I'm supposed to be at work right now.

Oh, no, sweetie.

It's time for lunch.

Right.

I'm supposed to be at lunch.

Ah.

Lunch.

Oh, this is perfectly divine.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's just that I really
don't have much time.

Oh, poo.

Now, where should we have lunch?

Well, I thought we
should-- A picnic!

Oh, I thought we should have lunch.

Oh, I thought we should have lunch.

Oh, I thought we should have lunch.

Oh, I thought we should have lunch.

Oh, I thought we should have lunch.

Oh, I thought we should have lunch.

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Oh, I thought we should have lunch.

Oh, I thought we should have lunch.

Oh, I thought we should have lunch.

Oh, I thought we should have lunch.

Oh, I thought we should have lunch.

Here you are, Adam.

Just think, darling, we've the
whole summer ahead of us.

Weekends on Long
Island, sailing at Newport.

Doesn't that sound simply gorgeous?

Mm, but, Gloria, I have to work.

Mm, and I have shopping to do.

Mm.

But we can be with each
other all the rest of the time.

Mm.

Oh, indeed.

Since last night, all I've
been able to think about is you.

Have you been thinking
about me too, darling?

Mm.

Isn't this perfect?

[sobbing].

Mm.

Don't say you have to get
back to that horror doll theater.

The truth of it is I have to
run an errand for Mr. White.

Maybe you could drop me off.

All right.

OK.

Remember tonight, darling.

OK.

The penthouse, 10 o'clock.

Don't be late, darling.

OK.

Bye.

Some car.

Yeah, it's Mr. White.

Sometimes he-- actually, I
was just running some errands.

Well, I hope you worked up an appetite.

You're about to meet the vicious circle.

Thanks.

Hello, everyone.

I'm Dr. White.

I'm Dr. White.

I'm Dr. White.

I'd like to introduce a friend of mine.

Alexander Wolcott.

Franklin Adams.

Dorothy Parker.

Harold Ross.

Edna Ferber.

Beatrice Kaufman.

Robert Benchley.

George Kaufman.

Indiana Jones.

Love that.

Kate, what news on Broadway?

Oh, not a lot.

Then why do you look
so indecently ravishing?

Don't say you're in love.

Alec, you're old enough to know better.

Older.

Who are these people?

Other critics mainly.

Edna writes novels, Dottie
reviews, and writes poetry.

Mm-hmm.

You brave my darling, I promise I'll
cook you a wonderful dinner tonight.

And we haven't got a penny.

Tonight? No.

Oh, Mr. Jones, tell me, have
you forgiven your parents yet?

What for?

For naming you after the
dullest state in the union.

Actually, I name myself after my dog.

Kate tells me you're George
White's scandals, Mr. Jones.

Only as assistant stage manager.

I hope it's a better
show than his last one.

You didn't like it?

Well, I saw it under bad circumstances.

The curtain was up.

The last act was better than the first.

Of course, it had to be.

Nobody could keep down that average.

It was a bad play saved
only by a bad performance.

I mean, heaven's name,
Letroyo, we'll miss the intermission.

If you happen to see a burlesque
show, Ziegfeld's your man.

Well, actually, it's not a burlesque show.

It's fun.

It has great music.

And plenty of half-naked girls.

Well, sure, but so does the Follies.

What makes that show better?

Good taste, man.

What makes that show better?

Good taste, Mr. Jones.

Ziegfeld glorifies the American girl.

White, merely undressing.

Sounds like you've
written your notices already.

Before the show's even open.

It has been known.

I hope you won't think the worse of us.

From his expression, he couldn't.

Enough of this trivia.

My children, I have a treat for you.

A treat, did I say?

Nay, a wonder.

A joy.

This is not a novel to
be tossed aside lightly.

It should be thrown with great force.

Ah, dah, he do not jest.

Observe, rather.

And marvel.

Ahem.

Handle it reverently and with love.

But what could possibly be more rare than a

Woolcott first edition?

A Woolcott second edition?

[laughter]

Welcome to the round table, Indiana Jones.

[laughter]

[piano music]

Next.

[piano music]

Thank you.

Next.

[piano music]

Next.

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17.

[piano music]

Next.

[piano music]

Where you been?

I was checking the props like you told me.

So, uh, what's, what's going on out there?

Why it's the Disney Mucorus Girls.

Can I get you a cup of coffee?

Coffee?

What for?

I just thought wondering--
You never heard anybody.

Well, yes, sir, but,
but-- [piano music]

Peggy?

[piano music]

Next.

[piano music]

Peggy?

Peggy?

Indy?

[piano music]

Gosh, I'm sorry I couldn't meet you.

It was completely my fault.

I just-- [laughter]

Gosh, I missed you.

I missed you too.

What are you doing here?

I work here backstage.

Oh, gosh, you're lucky.

I just blew my audition.

Did you see me?

I was-- Stay here.

Indy?

Just don't move.

Mr. Ward, could I have your attention?

Ward!

I'm fired, yes, yes, I know.

But these figures are getting serious.

You have 30 seconds.

[piano music]

That girl, Peggy Peabody.

She wasn't too good.

Yeah, yeah, I know, but I've heard her.

I mean, she can really sing.

Well, we need a dancer.

Yeah, I know, but she's
really great, George.

I mean, she's got real talent.

I know-- She'd be
terrific in the show.

[piano music]

Mr. White, let go, Peggy Peabody.

[piano music]

They loved you.

They did?

You start tomorrow.

Is that OK?

Oh, Indy.

What time do you get off?

Well, 6 o'clock.

I'll meet you at the stage door.

I know the most wonderful
little diner will celebrate.

Peggy, I-- [phone ringing]

I'm so happy.

I don't think I've ever been
so happy in my whole life.

[phone ringing]

Indy?

Indy?

Telephone.

Hello?

Joe, Joe.

Oh, Kate.

Hi.

Oh, yeah, it's crazy here too.

I see you now.

We're at the corner of
47th Street and Broadway.

No, no, no, Peggy,
Peggy-- Don't argue.

I owe you, and I'm buying dinner.

6 o'clock, sir.

OK, that sounds wonderful, darling.

OK.

Sarah Jones here.

Uh, over here.

Delivery from Miss Shiler.

OK, your apartment.

OK, 8 o'clock.

OK, I'll be there.

Uh-huh.

OK, I-- I-- I-- I kiss you too.

OK, bye.

[music playing]

So now you have three girls?

I'm having dinner with them tonight.

All of them?

At the same time?

No, Peggy's at 6, Kate's
at 8, and Gloria's at 10.

George, what happened?

What did I get myself into?

Every man's dream, pal.

That's what you got yourself into.

[music playing]

6 o'clock, 8 o'clock, 10 o'clock, 2.

Sounds like perfection to me.

Peggy and Kate and Gloria,
guess you're in love with all three.

The diner, the village, and Park Avenue.

How will you know where you'll be?

At 6 o'clock, 8 o'clock, 10 o'clock, 2.

Sounds like perfection to me.

[music playing]

[laughing]

Thanks, George.

Thanks.

You had to stay out of trouble.

So-- so what happened?

With the show?

No, no, with the-- with the three girls.

Oh, the theater.

Thank goodness I'm not late, eh?

Ah, mister, come on, please.

Don't give me a hard time.

Just tell me what happened.

How much is on the meter?

$37.

I can't afford to tell you.

Man, you're all the same.

[music playing]

(upbeat music)

you.