All language subtitles for It Had To Be You (1947).eng

We are gathered together here in the sight
of God and in the presence of this company

to join this man and this woman
in holy matrimony.

Marriage is an honourable estate,
instituted of God

and commended by St Paul
to be honourable among all men.

It is not, therefore, to be entered
into lightly or unadvisedly,

but reverently, soberly,
and in the fear of God.

Do you, Stuyvesant Peabody Keyes,
take Victoria Stafford

to be your lawful wedded wife,

and do you solemnly promise that
you will love, honor, and cherish her

until death shall separate you?

I do.

Do you, Victoria Stafford,
take Stuyvesant Peabody Keyes

to be your lawful wedded husband,

and do you solemnly promise
to love, honor, and cherish him

until death shall separate you?

I can't. I can't, I don't know why,

but I can't. I'm sorry, Stuyvesant.

I'm sorry. I can't, I just can't.

Do you, Gardner Huntington Standish,
take Victoria Stafford

to be your lawful wedded wife,

and do you solemnly promise
that you will love, honor, and cherish her

until death shall separate you?

I do.

And do you, Victoria Stafford,

take Gardner Huntington Standish

to be your lawful wedded husband,

and do you solemnly promise
that you will love, honor, and cherish him

until death shall separate you?

I can't.

I can't.

I can't, I'm sorry, Gardner.
It's nothing personal. lt's just that I...

Do you, Atherton Huntley lll,

take Victoria Stafford to be
your lawful wedded wife,

and do you solemnly promise
that you will love, honor, and cherish her

until death shall separate you?

I do.

And,

do you, Victoria Stafford,

take Atherton Huntley lll

to be your lawful wedded husband,

and do you solemnly promise
that you will love, honour, and cherish him

until death shall separate you?

I can't!

I can't.

I'm sorry, Atherton.

I just can't.

And I'll tell you another thing. I'm not
going to have my son made ridiculous.

Not one of those invitations
are going to be mailed out,

until I know for a certainty
that there's going to be a wedding.

You're being unreasonable, Ned.

Of course, the children are
going to be married.

Of course, the children are
going to be married!

That's what I said. Everything's settled.

Why, even the invitations are
all ready to be sent.

In this family, that doesn't mean a thing.

Why, when I walk in the bar of my club

and find that the odds
against this marriage taking place

are now quoted at 11-to-5,

I feel that the situation calls
for frankness and clarification.

Now, Father... Father, please!

Of course, she's gonna marry me.
Why, she's wearing my ring.

Yeah, if you'd been smart,
you'd only made a down payment on it.

Ned, you're getting emotional.

- What a thing to say!
- I hardly think so.

I wouldn't be much of a father

if I stood by and saw my boy suffer
the humiliation of those other three.

- But this time it's...
- Father, this is outrageous.

I mean, you are going through with it. You
are going to marry me, aren't you, dear?

Well, of course I am, Oliver.

- I'm almost positive.
- Almost?

- Darling!
- Do you hear that? "Almost"!

Why, ifthat gets down to the club,
the odds will go to 20-to-1 .

- Victoria, for heaven's sake.
- Now, just a moment, Horace.

- We talked this whole thing over.
- Darling,

Father and I don't want to seem
unduly concerned,

but if you could make up your mind,
it would be so nice.

I'm trying to, Mother.

There, you see, she's trying.

I don't see why Victoria should
be subjected to this inquisition.

We love each other very much.

And she's already told you
we're going to be married!

- Yes, that's what she told the
other three. - Oh, now really.

I don't know
why I couldn't marry the others,

I just couldn't.

Perhaps it was because
I didn't love them enough.

But you do love me enough,
don't you, Victoria?

Of course I do, Oliver.

I'm practically certain.

- "Practically"?
- "Practically"? Now, wait, wait, wait.

Now, let's be perfectly calm.

Victoria, I know you wouldn't do anything
intentionally to hurt Oliver.

- You know I wouldn't!
- Then I believe I have a solution.

Now, I want you to go away for a month.

Away from your family, your friends,
away from Oliver.

I want you to go off some place
all by yourself.

Think the whole situation over thoroughly,

and then make up your mind
once and for all.

Ned, this is so unnecessary.

I've already had it out with Victoria.

I've made all the arrangements.
Dr Parkinson is standing by and...

We couldn't possibly return
all those presents again.

I'm not asking you to return anything.

Just delay the wedding
until Victoria can make up her mind.

On some sort of a permanent basis.

Father, so long as I'm satisfied,
I don't see why you should go...

Oliver, your father is right.

I've hurt too many people already.

Where will you go?

I don't know.

Maybe to my summer place in Maine.

I've got some work there
I should finish, anyway.

I'll call you every night.

No, Oliver.

Don't call, don't write,
no flowers, no wires.

Just give me a month.

And at the end of that time, I'll send you
a wire with one word saying yes.

Or no.

And if it's yes, Oliver, believe me,

no power in this world can keep me
from going through with our marriage.

I'll...

I'll wait for your wire.

Oliver.

- Like it, Nancy?
- I like it very much.

I'm sorry, Miss Stafford, I have to leave.
I have a date.

I understand.

Operator, get me Western Union, please.

Western Union?

I'd like to send a wire
to Oliver H.P. Harrington,

928 Park Avenue, New York City.

The message is,

"Yes! Yes! Yes!

"Signed, Victoria."

Do you, Oliver H.P. Harrington,

despite the fact that Victoria Stafford

has shamelessly walked out
on three previous marriages,

take this woman
for your lawful wedded wife,

and do you solemnly promise that
you will hnour, and cherish, and love,

and love, and love her forever and ever?

Yes, I do. I...

l...

Go ahead Oliver..

Yes, I do, I most certainly do I do.

Do you Victoria Stafford, now that
you have wired Oliver H.P.Harrington

saying positively that
you would marry him,

take this man
for your lawful wedded husband?

Well, I. I...

l do, I certainly do.

l should say I do.

All right, Oliver, the ring please!

I'm quite aware of theprocedure.

Very good, Oliver..

And now at last, because
Victoria has finally made up her mind

that you, Oliver,
are the one and only one for her,

I hereby pronounce you man and...

Stop it! Stop this wedding!

You can't marry Oliver H.P. Harrington!
You don't love Oliver H.P. Harrington.

You love me. Not Oliver H.P. Harrington!

It's a lie!
I do too love Oliver H.P. Harrington!

You've always..

You've always loved me!

You've never really loved anyone but me.

No, I don't love you!
I don't even know you!

Don't fight it, Vicki, you love me.
You've never loved anyone else.

That's why you couldn't marry
any of the others!

- No, no, no!
- Yes, yes, yes.

- No, no, no.
- Yes, yes, yes.

- No, no, no.
- Yes, yes, yes.

No.

Oliver! Oliver!

Oliver! Oliver!

Oliver! Oh, Oliver!
Oliver, it's all right.

I'm sorry, it was only a dream.

Don't worry, we're going to get married.

Nothing can stop us now.

What's that doing up there?

Good morning!

Who are you and what do you want?

- And how did you get here?
- Beats me.

- Last thing I knew I was at a wedding.
- Awedding?

What wedding?

Now really, Vicki.

I've seen you in my dream, but...

But it can't be!

People don't just dream up people!

Oh, but people don't just step out
of people's dreams. lt's...

You can't marry Oliver H.P. Harrington!
You don't love Oliver H.P. Harrington.

You love me. Not Oliver H.P. Harrington!

Oh no, it's impossible. lt's impossible.

I'm still dreaming.

That's what it is, I'm dreaming.

- He's not here at all.
- Oh, I'm here, all right.

Oh, he's here all right.

Say, sugarplum,
how about a little breakfast?

No, no, no. I know what it is.

It's just in my mind.
That's all. lt's just...

Nobody can see him but me.

That's all it is.

Oh, just a minute.

Just a minute!

I have to get this on.
Oh, thank you very much.

- Can I take your baggage, miss?
- Oh, my baggage, yes.

- How!
- Hi!

- What's that Indian doing in here?
- What's he doing... Oh, no!

- What's that... He saw...
- "How!"

You know, I don't get this at all.
Why do you always dream me up

- in this silly outfit?
- But did he...

Are you trying to intimate that we...

That you've been in other dreams of mine?

Well, dozens,

but this is the first time
I've made a personal appearance.

Oh, but that's impossible. I don't dream.

I never dream. lt's ridiculous...

- Come now, Vicki.
- Well, then I don't remember.

You mean to say you don't remember
that wonderful night in Paris?

In Paris?

- Or that moonlight swim?
- Oh, no!

But you... What do you want anyway?

Oh, it's not what I want, sugarplum,

it's what you want,
or rather what you don't want.

And the way I look at it, way down deep,
you don't want to get married.

- I don't?
- At least,

not to
Mr Oliver H.P. "Stuffed Shirt" Harrington.

Oliver! Oliver! Oliver! He's
going to be at the station to meet me.

- Look, he's... Oh, dear.
- Well, is he gonna be surprised to see me.

Well, he's not going to,
not if I can help it.

Oh, dear! What am I going to do with you?

It does seem to be somewhat of a problem.

It appears you've got a hot Indian
on your hands.

Well, hot or cold, you're getting out
of here right now. Now go on.

It's no use, Vicki.
I'll only pop right back.

You know, I've got a feeling
I'm going to be around awhile.

- But...
- Coming in, Grand Central Station!

Look, we're pulling in! We're pulling in!

What's Oliver gonna say
if he sees me here like this?

- And with a strange Indian.
- Oh, I'm not so strange, sugarplum.

- You remember that moonlight swim?
- Oh, no!

Oh, no. At least you couldive the decency
to come in here while I change my clothes.

If you don't mind, it
would be very nice...

Thank you very much,
I appreciate your kindness.

Okay, sugarplum,
but you're getting awfully provincial.

Don't call me sugarplum!

Have it your way, sugarplum.

Grand Central Station.

- Can I take your bag?
- No, thank you.

How!

Hey, what do you got there?
Let me see that.

- "Stafford, Fifth Avenue."
- Should I take it to the lost and found?

No, I'll deliver this myself tomorrow.

Only six more months to Christmas,
you know.

- Where to, lady?
- 780, Fifth Avenue, and hurry, please.

- Fifth Avenue, not a bad address.
- What are you doing in my...

You get out of here this...

If you think I'm going to
take you home with me,

well, you've got another think.

Look, sugarplum, why fight destiny?

Why don't you just relax and enjoy it?

When are you gonna go back to
wherever you came from?

I don't know, babe,
I guess when you get me out of your mind.

Out of your mind, out of your life.
That's me.

Well, I don't know what you're talking...
I don't think you do, either.

It's no mystery. When people dream,
they express their secret desires.

So what you really want is someone
you're honest to goodness in love with.

Obviously, you weren't
with any of the others.

- You only thought you were.
- Well, that just explains everything.

I suppose all the time
I was engaged to the others,

what I really wanted was you.

- Yes, sir.
- Couldn't have put it better myself.

Well, now that we understand each other,
would you mind just hopping out of this cab

and out of my life?

Look, Vicki, why don't you just give up?

We've always been so close,
like two peas in a pod.

Like two pages in a book.
Like those two up there.

Like...

Those moonlight swims.

Hey!

Taxi! Taxi!

- How!
- How! How. I'm sorry.

- I thought it was a spider or something.
- As I started to say, how...

How do you fgure Chickies-Choice is
going to beat Donny-Dare by five lengths?

It's a muddy track.

- He's gotta win.
- Sorry.

I figured it out to the way he ran at the
Pacific Handicap.

Oh, there's... Two on a moonlight swim.
There's a page in a book.

Oh! Driver.

Taxi! Taxi!

Lady, you wanna just keep riding
around the park?

Well, if you'll just take me to...

Take me to...

7-8...

Okay, lady.

780, Fifth Avenue.

You can keep the change.

- Evans. Evans.
- Why, Miss Victoria.

Evans, look out there quickly.

Look out there quickly,
is there anything out there?

- ls there?
- Anything?

- Is there anybody?
- I don't see...

- I don't see anybody.
- You don't.

Is, well... Has anybody
been asking for me?

- Just Mr Oliver.
- There has... Oh! Mr Oliver.

Oh, is he here already?

He's in the breakfast room
with your mother and father.

And if I may say so, Miss Victoria,
he seems quite upset.

Well, of course. He would be.

Thank you very much.

How could she do this?

After she stood here in this very house

and promised if she said yes,
she'd go through with it.

That no power in this world
would stop her...

Oliver, darling!

- Darling!
- Mother!

- How well you're looking.
- Hello, Father.

Oliver darling!

Victoria, I've just come from the station.

Oh, the station?
Oh, you were at the station, weren't you?

- Of course, I was, but where were you?
- Well, I... Oh, I wasn't there.

But of course you were there.

Oh, no, no, I didn't come down by train,
I drove.

There, you see, she drove.

- Drove?
- Yes, I drove.

You drove?

Yes, I was driving down
with the Spauldings.

They were coming down,
so I just drove down with them.

- Oh, the Spauldings.
- Oh, Oliver.

Yes, Mother, the Spauldings.
Isn't this wonderful?

But, darling, that is impossible.
The Spauldings are in France.

- I got a cable from them yesterday.
- Oh, you did.

Oh, the Spauldings!
Did I say the Spauldings?

I didn't mean those, I meant the Wilsons.
I always get them mixed up.

You know, the tennis balls.

Victoria, why didn't you let me know
you were driving?

Well, I... Oh, Oliver.

What difference does
it make? I'm here now.

And all alone.
I mean, we're together, you and I.

- Oliver, you do love me, don't you?
- Well, of course, Victoria.

Well, then, you just better love me

more and more, and harder and harder,

and stronger and stronger, and love me,

and love me, and love me,
and love me, and...

A gentleman to see Miss Victoria.

- Agentleman?
- A young gentleman.

What's he wearing? I mean, well,
I can't imagine who it could be.

- He said you were expecting him.
- Well, tell him I'm not expecting him

and that I'm busy
and that I can't see him.

Oliver, Oliver.

He seemed quite insistent, miss.

Well, tell him I'm with my fiance
whom I love very much.

And that I don't wanna see him,
and that I don't wanna see any young men.

And that I'm not interested in young men.

I mean, except Mr Oliver.

- And tell him to go away.
- Very well, miss.

- And stay away.
- Yes, miss.

- I'm very sorry, sir, but Miss Victoria...
- I'll tell him when he comes in.

Hello, Vicki! Say, this is
quite a wigwam you've got here.

Elevators and slaves.

And this, of course, is Oliver.
Say, I thought you'd be a little stouter.

And this would be Horace. How are you?

- And Martha! How are you?
- Why, I'm fne, thank you.

Well, isn't that nice?

Victoria, I don't believe
we've met this young man.

No, I don't believe you have, either.

Mother, Father,

this is...George.

- Yes, miss?
- Well, Victoria,

no one has ever called Benson "George."
We just don't do it.

No, this is George. They're both George.

This is George Benson
and this is George, too.

- Doesn't the young man have a last name?
- Who? Oh, yes, of course he does.

Everybody has a last name, Father.

His name is George, George...

- Moccasins.
- Moccasin?

- No, McCassin! George McCassin!
- How do you do, Mr McCassin?

- Just fne, thank you and you?
- Just fne.

That's fne.

Well, you certainly are looking fine,
George. "Well," I mean.

Well, clothes make the man, they say.

Say, how do you like it? I picked
it up after I left you this morning.

- lt was sort of a swap.
- A swap?

Yes, I followed a fellow down the subway
and kind of swapped him on the head for it

Well, Mother, I'm going to have to
go upstairs, just, sort of, brush up a bit

and I'd like to have a word with you,
Mr McCassin. Would you...

Nonsense, darling, come and
have your breakfast. lt's all ready.

That's a good idea.
You know, I'm starving.

I've been... Thank you, old boy. I've been
trying to have breakfast all morning,

but you know Vicki.

Just a moment.

Did I understand you to say
you were with Victoria this morning?

Oh, certainly. We came in together.

Victoria, I thought you drove down
from Maine with the Wilsons.

Well, I did. I mean, we did,
together with the Wilsons.

- The Wilsons?
- Yes.

- Maggie and Frank.
- Who?

The people we drove down with from
Maine.

Maine, oh.

Oh, them! A lovely couple.

He's such a... And so is she.

And I take it that you and Mr McCassin
were together up in Maine?

Well, yes, we...

Vicki, you mean
you haven't told them about us?

Oh, well, not yet.

Victoria, just what is there to tell?

- Well, I...
- I thought you went up there to work.

Oh, I did.

I've had a few things
I wanted to finish and...

Where does Mr McCassin fit in?

- Oh, Mr... He's my model.
- Model?

And... Well, that's why
I brought him back. He's...

I'm doing a fgure of him.

It's really going to be wonderful.
The best thing I've ever done.

And I haven't quite finished with him yet.

So I guess I'll be around a while.

Well, if he's your model,
I don't see why he has to live...

Oh, Oliver, I didn't thank you
for these wonderful orchids, really.

And I'll bet you brought them all the way
down to the station

just so you could give them to me.

Yes, and I was standing there
holding them like a fool

and there was so much confusion,
I thought I'd missed you.

- Confusion?
- Yes.

What do you mean, "confusion"?

There was an Indian or something caught
in a woman's drawing room or something.

An Indian?

Why, Oliver, how silly! What would
an Indian be doing in New York?

Now, if it were Oklahoma or Wyoming...

I've got news for you. As a matter of
fact, there's a very interesting story...

George!

I think we've got a lot of work to do
and you see, while the light is still good

And I'll show you to your room.

- What about my breakfast?
- I'll have it sent up.

Yes, if you don't mind.

Oh, Oliver, darling, I'll see you tonight

- but I do have a lot of work to do.
- While the light's still good.

I don't like this at all.
Certainly seems irregular.

- And Father will never understand it.
- Then let's not tell him.

No need to stir up unnecessary trouble.

You just leave it to me.

By the time you and Father arrive
for dinner tonight,

I assure you that young man will be out
of here, bag and baggage.

- I certainly hope so.
- Don't you worry, my boy.

I've handled Victoria's
little eccentricities before.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Well, I certainly hope so.

I'm sure it will be.
Goodbye, my boy, goodbye.

I tell you, Martha, the sooner
we get that daughter of ours married,

the better it'll be for all concerned.

And as for this latest nonsense of hers,
I'm going upstairs

and throwing him out of here,
if I have to do it with my bare hands.

Horace, maybe that wouldn't be
too wise right now.

Remember what Oliver was saying?

About an Indian being caught in
a woman's drawing room on the train?

- What about it, Martha?
- Well, I think...

I'm not absolutely certain about this,

but I think that young man
was wearing moccasins.

Moccasins?

Well, we'll see about that right now.

Now, look, let's get one thing straight,
you're not staying here.

Victoria.

Oh, yes, Father, just a minute.
Come here, come here.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Now, see here, Victoria,

your mother and I have been
more than lenient these last few years

but this time, you've... That is, I...

- Yes, Father?
- Victoria, I'll come right to the point.

I've already promised Oliver that
Mr McCassin will be out of here in...

Oh, now, Horace, really.

Oh, what a beautiful necktie.

Mr McCassin, is that quite clear? You're to
be out of this house in exactly five minutes

or I shall be forced to call the police.

Oh, no, I wouldn't do that, Horace.

You know, if the police come over here,

they'll probably drag me over
to the police station

and there'll probably be
a lot of newspapermen there,

and they'll probably ask a lot of questions
and who can tell what might slip out.

Slip out?

Yes, you know those reporters,
always looking for some juicy bit of...

Vctoria, just what has transpired
between you and this person?

Oh, no!

It's not Victoria.

It's not Victoria?

I seem to recall a little
incident in Paris

the Folies BergEre.

- A little number called Babette.
- Babette?

- Victoria.
- Father, I swear I...

And you're the one
who didn't want Mother to...

I never said a word.
I don't know how he found out.

Besides, you know,
I was completely innocent.

Only covering up for Cousin Charley.

Cousin Charley was shooting grouse
in Scotland.

How did he know that?

You're the only one who knew anything
about the whole affair.

Yeah, I thought so, too.
Father, come here, come here.

Father, I wouldn't press
Mr McCassin too far.

Well, I guess the whole
thing's pretty clear.

All right, McCassin,
how much do you want?

- Oh, Father, you...
- Oh, really, Horace.

After all, we weren't born yesterday.

Present company excluded, eh, Vicki?

All right, how much?

- Father, you can't...
- Oh, I don't want anything, Horace,

unless it's to stick around awhile
and fnish my work with Vicki.

Stay here?

Well, I suppose at the present,
we have no alternative.

And in regard to that other little matter,

I hope we'll exercise
a proper amount of discretion.

Vive la France!

Please.

Of all the low, deceitful...

How did you fnd out?

- You told me.
- I did...

Well, that's not true.
I have never opened my mouth.

No, your mind, sugarplum.
Your subconscious mind.

You were pretty upset about Babette
and you did a lot of dreaming that summer.

- I did?
- And I was in a couple of them.

What?

But why are you here? Why?

Why? Well, I'm the Marines
come to the rescue.

Keep you from marrying the wrong guy
and ruining your life.

And you're fighting me.

Well, I'm going to marry Oliver,
and what do you think of that?

I think that would be tragic.

Look, not that it matters,
but just for the record,

what makes you think Oliver is so wrong?

I took a good look at the guy.

Well, take another look.

I intend to tonight at dinner.

You'll do no such thing.

You'll stay away from Oliver
and everybody else

and have your dinner in this room
where you belong.

It's my opinion that a simple ceremony...
No, thank you.

Yes?

Asimple ceremony
followed by an informal breakfast

will give us the effect
we're all looking for.

- I agree with you, Ned.
- Now, now...

Benson, a cocktail for Mrs Kimberly.

I can't understand how he's still here.
You said you'd get rid of him.

Oh, I will, I will.

I've investigated this young man
and I assure you he's quite harmless.

Suppose he walks in here tonight?

He won't.

Horace, what do you think?

How's that?

What do you think
of the morning ceremony?

Oh, fne, fne. Might change our luck.

I mean, might be just the thing.

Hello, everybody. Sorry I'm a little late.

Well, my, my, my. Don't you all look nice.

- Horace.
- Oh, thank you, George.

McCassin, I thought you and I...

French vermouth, huh?

A little something you brought back
from Paris, Horace?

Yes, yes. Mr McCassin, he's a...

He's doing some work with Victoria.

Mr Harrington.

- Oh, Oliver's dad, yes.
- Good evening.

Nice having you with us, Harrington.

- Horace, please.
- Mr and Mrs Kimberly.

Who-burly?

Kimberly, Kimberly.
He's with me in Wall Street.

Oh, the wealthy Kimberlys! How are you?

Quite well, thank you.

Good evening, everyone.

Vicki, you wore it.

Very smart. Don't you think so?

We couldn't decide
what she was to wear tonight.

Oh, by the way, Horace,
you might have the lock on my door fixed.

It's stuck or something.
I had to come through Vicki's room.

- Now, look here, young man!
- Vicki's room?

Dinner is served.

Horace, dinner is served.
Mrs Kimberly, dinner.

Oh, thank you, old boy. Shall we, Martha?

But...

What's the matter with that young man?

- He looks all right to me.
- Well, he doesn't look all right to me.

Well, he certainly looks all right to me.

The main difference between
an artist's model and other people

is that other people
prefer to wear clothes.

Victoria and I had many interesting
discussions on this very subject

and she feels somewhat as I do about it.

Victoria, just what is the nature
of your new work?

The one for which this young man
is posing.

Well,

we haven't a title for it yet.

We only have a working title.

You see, he's wearing
a rather heavy, large...

We call it "Adam."

You know, of Adam and Eve.

Speaking of honeymoons,

well, I thought the children might spend
a few weeks at our place in Bar Harbor...

Bar Harbor? Do you think so?

Sounds awfully stuffy.

May I remind you, McCassin, that you're
not coming along on our honeymoon?

Oh, I don't know.

Never can tell where I'm liable to pop up.

Well, I think it...

I don't think it sounds stuffy at all.

I think it sounds wonderful.

Oh, come now, Vicki.

It's all right for... Not for you.

You're a warm-blooded woman.

You need romance, excitement.

You know, red wine, white moonlight,
gypsy violins.

Just a minute!

McCassin, what was all that about red wine
and white moonlight?

I was only trying to say that, you know,
with Oliver and Bar Harbor,

Vicki isn't gonna have
much of a honeymoon...

Now see here, McCassin, I...

Chateau Babette '38.

Martha, I think we'd better all have
our coffee in the chateau... The Babette..

I mean, the library.

Yes, Horace.

Come in.

Well, hello, sugarplum.

Say, you know,
this isn't such a bad little world.

You should have brought me into it sooner.

That was fne behaviour of yours
downstairs, just fine.

I suppose you're very proud of yourself.

I thought I was rather repulsive.

My, you're smug, aren't you?

No, I'd say confident.

Well, you needn't be so confident
because you're not gonna get away with it.

Don't forget, I created you
and I can destroy you.

All I have to do is stop
thinking about you.

Well, you said so yourself.

That's right, go ahead, forget me.

Oh, you're darn tooting, I will.

From now on, all I'll think about
is just Oliver, Oliver, Oliver!

And by tomorrow morning, you'll be gone.

I did it.

Pleasant dreams.

Don't you worry, Oliver.
By tomorrow morning he'll be gone.

I promise you. Just wait and see.

Good morning, miss.

Good morning, Benson.

Has anyone been down yet?

Your mother and father, miss.

They're in the library.

No one else?

If Miss Victoria means the young
gentleman, he hasn't come down yet.

Thank you.

Good morning.

But what a night, what a night.

Really, Vicki, if you're going to keep
this up, I'll have to do something about

heating the water in those dreams.

I hope you catch pneumonia.

You don't really mean that, sugarplum.

Your father would like to see you
in the library.

Alone.

Here she is. Victoria.

Victoria, this is Mr Brown of
the Grand Central Railroad.

Howdy, Mrs Stafford.

Mr...

Mr Brown seems to
have recovered your furs,

which you seem to have left
some place yesterday.

You forgot them, you know.

Left them in the drawing room when
you and Mr Stafford rushed off the train.

There must be some mistake.

No, no, the name and address is right here
in the lining.

I brought them out as soon as I could,
myself. I wouldn't trust them to anyone
else.

Well.

I just don't know what to say.

Oh, don't say anything.
Nothing expected, nothing asked.

Always kind of like to watch
over the folks in my cars.

- Well...
- Oh, please.

No, I couldn't think of it. No gratuities.
Policy of the company.

But if I can be of a little assistance to
you folks, say round about Christmas time.

Brown's the name,
address is right there on the card.

Thank you very much, Mr Brown.
Thank you very much.

Oh, don't mention it. No trouble at all.

Oh, good morning, Mr Stafford.
How are you?

I didn't quite recognise you
with those clothes on.

I never saw anything as funny as you
in that Indian suit.

Must've been some party, eh?

Victoria.

Brown's the name,
address right there in the corner.

See you again sometime.

Merry Christmas to everybody.

Victoria.

- Horace.
- Yeah.

Mr McCassin, will you have the decency
to leave us alone, if you don't mind?

Just a minute, Martha.

Mustn't be too hasty now.

I mean, sometimes things are
a lot worse than they look.

I mean, better.

Horace, what're you talking about?

Appearances, that you
mustn'tjump to conclusions.

These are modern times, my dear.

We mustn't allow ourselves
to become Babbitts.

I mean, Babettes. No, no, no, Babbitts.

Well, I don't see anything
particularly old-fashioned

about wanting to know where, when,
and with whom

one's daughter is riding about
on strange trains.

But, my dear, it's a mistake.
Victoria didn't...

- Horace.
- Yes, dear.

Will you kindly ask Mr McCassin
to leave the room?

Yes.

Now, see here, McCassin,

that is, George, you... Do you, I mean,
you don't mind, do you, old boy?

No, certainly not.

After all, there are certain things
that a family

shouldn't discuss in front of a stranger.

Just as there are certain things
that a stranger

shouldn't discuss in front of a family.

Vive la France!

How true.

Now, Victoria, I should like to know
what you have to say for yourself.

Now, Victoria, I should like to know
what you have to say for yourself.

Well,

I suppose you want the truth.

Well, not necessary the whole truth.

- Horace!
- I mean, of course, we want the truth.

- What else do we want?
- Darling, we're your parents,

and we do... We try to be
as modern as possible,

so whatever it is,

I assure you, Father
and I will understand.

I think you'd better sit down.

All right, dear.

Well...

You know, George, Mr McCassin,

he's

not just an ordinary man.

What I mean is, he's
not really a man at all.

Well, if you mean that he isn't a gentleman,
that's becoming increasingly apparent.

No, Mother, you don't understand.

What I'm trying to say is,
that he's not really flesh and blood.

He's here, but he's not here at all.

I mean, he's just

a fgment of my imagination.

He stepped out of one of my dreams,
you see, the other night on the train,

and, well, he's just

out of my subconscious mind.

Oh, darling, I told you, whatever it is,
Father and I will understand.

Won't we, Horace?

Martha, why are you making such an
issue?
It's all perfectly obvious.

The fellow stepped out of a dream.

You see?

Horace, what are you saying?

For heaven's sake,
what's so strange about that?

Psychiatry is full of this kind of thing.

You go to sleep and dream about someone
and wake up, and there he is.

Doesn't take an
Einstein to fgure that out.

There was a similar case in Paris.

No, Father, no. Has nothing to do with...

He really is out of my dreams.

Yes, of course he is.

Tell Mother all about it.

Oh, I'm going out of my mind.
I'm going out of my mind!

Martha, that's nonsense.

The world is full of strange things,
that doesn't mean you're insane.

Mother, it's nothing to worry about.

He just stepped out of my subconscious.

And all I have to do is get him
off my mind and he'll disappear

- like that.
- Yes, right back into her subconscious.

Victoria, as your mother, I think l
deserve something a little better than this

Oh, Martha, you're being
disgustingly mid-Victorian.

I'm only concerned
with my daughter's happiness.

Since when have you
become so broad-minded?

Oh, well, sometimes fathers understand
these things better than mothers do.

Now, the important thing seems to be
getting rid of the young man.

You will try, won't you, dear?

- Father, you can't get rid of...
- Horace, for goodness' sake.

I want you to be man enough
to take that adventurer

- and throw him out of here immediately.
- You can't throw somebody out...

Now, now, Martha.
Victoria's not a child anymore.

She knows full well how anxious we are
to get her married to Oliver.

See?

And if she says it's necessary
for a certain young man

to disappear back into her subconscious
before she can marry Oliver,

well I, for one, am
willing to believe her.

So, Martha, we mustn't question
this young man any further.

But, Father, you...

Victoria, since your father seems
unwilling to assume

the simplest
responsibilities of parenthood,

- I will.
- But, Mother, I'm...

Do you or do you not intend to get over
this nonsense and marry Oliver?

But, Mother,
it has nothing to do with Oliver.

What I'm trying to tell you is that
George happens to come out of...

Oh, I don't want to hear
any more about that young man.

You are going to marry Oliver
a week from this Saturday,

here in this house at noon. That's fnal.

Well, all right, Mother.

One week from Saturday at noon.

How!

- And where are we off to today?
- We're not off to anywhere.

I'm going shopping,
but you're staying home.

Oh, now, Vicki.

You've humiliated me enough already.
For two days you've hounded me.

You followed me from store to store.
You've made scenes.

You've done everything you could
to prevent my marriage.

I'm only trying to save
you time and money.

I warn you, Mr McCassin, if you follow me
to Hamilton Cooper's to...

Well, if you follow me today,
I'll do something drastic. I'll...

Vicki, you don't have
to carry on like that.

If you don't want me to go out with you,
why don't you just say so?

All right, I say so.

Very well. Then I'll just stay home and
play a little gin rummy with your father.

Pigeon, if I ever saw one.

- Well, see that you do.
- All right. See you later, sugarplum.

- How do you do, Miss Stafford?
- Oh, hello, Miss Haggarty.

Congratulations.

Oh, I read about you and Mr Harrington.

Oh, thank you.

- Did this just come in?
- Yes.

How do you do, Miss Stafford?

Seems a pity it didn't
work out, Mr Blaine.

Oh, I guess it was just
one of those things.

Perhaps you'd like to
exchange it for something else.

No, no, thank you. I don't think so.

Just a moment,
while I give you a refund slip.

- It's John Blaine, 77 East 83rd Street.
- I have that.

"John Blaine. 77 East 83rd Street."

- There you are, sir.
- Thank you.

There's you man, Mr Hutton.

If you just go quietly,
everything will be all right.

- What is this?
- So you just went ahead

- and did it again anyhow.
- I beg your pardon. I don't know...

I suppose you didn't believe
when I told you the next time

- I'd do something about it, did you?
- Miss, I'm afraid there's some mistake...

My father owns 51 % of this place...

- 51? I returned a nightgown!
- And now you're going to see

what you're going to see. That's what
you're gonna see. Mr Hutton, go ahead.

All right. Now, wait a minute. I don't...
This is crazy. I never saw her.

Hey, now, wait a minute.

How do you do, Mrs Curtainhouse?

Albert, take him out and
don't be so clumsy.

Mr Hutton, that was most efficient of you.
Most efficient of you.

Not at all, Miss Stafford, any time.
Any time at all.

Oh, dear.

Gin.

- Damn.
- 64.

I don't understand.
You've won every hand this afternoon.

- Just beginner's luck.
- Yes.

Excuse me.

- Do you mind?
- No.

Now?

I...

Gin.

- Four, six...
- 81 .

How'd you know you wanted those cards?
You didn't even look.

Just a feeling I had.

- That's triple blitz.
- How much?

Oh, not very much.
About the price of a small yacht.

- What?
- But not furnished.

- Where is Mr McCassin?
- He's in the library with your father.

Oh, he is.

Shall we have another?

- One more. This is the last, absolutely.
- All right.

Well. I hope you're
satisfied, Mr MaCassin.

I guess you didn't think
I'd go through with it, did you?

Well, for your information,
that was just the beginning.

Oh, and that suit you stole
didn't fool me, either.

- What's she talking about?
- Oh, peculiar girl.

Probably all straighten out
after she's married.

Well.

- Let's try this one.
- Gin.

It's uncanny.

And I tell you, Martha,

it was amazing,
as if he could see through the cards.

You always have some excuse.
How much did it cost you this time?

Oh, it wasn't much. Just a few pennies.

But I tell you, it's positively fantastic.

It's fantastic that he's still walking
around this house. That's what's fantastic

The whole wedding party
coming over here this evening

and heaven only knows
what he'll say or do.

Well, I don't think
he'll be much of a problem tonight.

I think I have a little scheme
for keeping everybody occupied.

Ladies and gentleman. Dear friends,

some of you may not be aware that I used
to be something of an amateur
photographer.

And in order to keep you all occupied...

No, I mean, entertained,

I have a little surprise
in store for you. I...

Oh, Father, no.

Oh, yes. lf Oliver's
going to marry you on Saturday,

I think he should know a little
bit more about you. And, Victoria...

Evans, all right. Start it right away.
Benson, the lights.

I made the titles myself.

Oh, isn't that sweet.

That's lovely.

Father, I may never speak to you again.

- That's sweet of him.
- Oh, how darling.

Mother took that one.

That rather discouraged us from
taking pictures for the next few years.

That was her first big Halloween party.

We invited children
from the entire neighbourhood.

- Where's Victoria?
- You'll see her right now.

There she is.

Victoria had difficulty making up her mind
even then.

Oh, I didn't mean it quite like that.

My dream.

Victoria certainly seems to have had
a weakness for that Indian.

She still has.

- Victoria. Martha.
- Victoria. What is it?

She's fainted.

There. Stop it there.

Well, it's...

It's unbelievable, it's incredible.

- lt's absolutely fantastic.
- Yeah.

That little boy looks exactly like you.

- Don't you see?
- Yes, I see it.

And I see a lot more than that, Vicki. I'm
beginning to see your whole life story.

And believe me, honey, it's beautiful.

- Beautiful?
- Yeah, just think.

Two little kids fall in love
when they're 6 years old.

And they love each other so hard,

they can never love anyone else ever
again
as long as they live.

- Well, that's impossible. - Well,
that's what's so wonderful about it.

And this explains everything.

Why you dreamed me up in that Indian
suit.

Why you could never marry
any of the others,

and what's most important, Vicki, why
you'll never be happy until you find him.

- Find him?
- Sure.

Even Indians grow up.
Little Sitting Bull's a big boy now.

And somewhere in the world
is that kid grown up. The real me.

Perhaps not as charming.

- Oh, my gosh. The store.
- The store?

- The store, downtown, today.
- What do you mean?

Look, you've got to tell me the truth.

Didn't you follow me
down to Hamilton Cooper's today?

Well, I stayed home
and played gin with your father. Why?

Then that's who it was. lt must've been.

Who?

Well, there was a man down there

and I thought it was you
and I had him thrown out of the store.

You what?

I thought it was you
and I had him thrown out.

Oh no, Vicki, you didn't.

What am I going to do?

What do you mean what're you going to
do?
You're going to fnd him.

Find him?

Yes, and then you're going to let
destiny take over.

- But I...
- Who're you to talk back to a miracle?

This thing was made in heaven, honey,
and they do a very good job up there.

- But I'm marrying Oliver next Saturday.
- Don't ever say that again.

Don't even think it.

You'll never marry Oliver.

Before very long,
you're going to be Mrs Whoever-I-am.

And I'll be out of your
life just like that.

No regrets and it's been nice knowing you.

- But you...
- Look, honey, believe me, don't fight it.

That's the guy for you.

It's too fantastic.

But suppose he doesn't like me?
Suppose I don't like him?

Like him?
You've been engaged to him for 20 years.

But what if he's married?
He may have a wife and nine kids.

He's not married. Not after the way
you were kissing each other up there.

Here we are.

It's right here
on the sales slip, Miss Stafford.

His name is Mr John Blaine.
Lives at 77 East 83rd Street.

- Oh, may I see it, please?
- Yes, of course.

Thank you. "Mr John Blaine."

"Black lace nightgown."

Did Mr Blaine return it

- because Mrs Blaine didn't like it?
- Oh, no. Mr Blaine is not married.

- Oh, he's not married.
- No.

He's not married.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, quite sure.

- Oh, I thank you very much.
- That's all right, Miss Stafford.

Here we are, lady. 77 East 83rd Street.

Here. You can keep the change.

Hey, wait a minute!
There must be some mistake. This...

That's what it says, lady.
77 East 83rd Street.

Oh, well...

Johnny, you're awfully good
at that, aren't you?

Hey,

you're the cute little lady
who had me thrown out...

Oh, yes. I'd like to explain about that.
You see, I thought you were...

- Well, I mean, I thought you were...
- lt's all right. I'll let you skip it.

...somebody else.
But, Johnny. Johnny, you don't understand.

Johnny! Johnny, Johnny, I'm Victoria.

- Oh, well, that's very nice.
- I'm Victoria Stafford.

Yeah, well, I'm pleased to meet you.

But, Johnny, don't you remember?

Almost 20 years ago, when we had that
great big house over on Riverside Drive,

and we had all the parties
with all the kids from the neighbourhood,

- and you were an Indian soldier.
- Yeah, well.

- But, don't you remember?
- lt's been very nice seeing you again.

- Indian suit?
- Yeah. We had a great big lawn

and all the kids came dressed up
and they had ice cream and...

- And we played kissing games?
- Yes.

And was that you?

Well, what do you know?
You're little Vicki Stafford, eh?

Oh, Johnny, I knew you couldn't forget me
any more than I could you,

and it was the reason for everything
that's happened for the past 20 years and..

- And...
- Yeah, sure, 20 years.

See, it all ties up. George and the
Indian suit and the swimming pool and...

Oh, Johnny!
I know I'm not making much sense now.

Believe me, I'll explain the whole thing and
I do believe we ought to give it a chance.

- Get to know each other better and.. - Yeah,
well, as I said, we'll talk about it.

- When?
- Sometime.

- When?
- Well, sometime. I'll see you around.

- But when?
- Well, I don't know.

- Today? Maybe we can have lunch over...
- No, I'm on duty today.

- Tomorrow.
- All right. Tomorrow.

Where?

- Radio City on the corner.
- Radio City on the corner.

Hey, wait a minute!
Radio City is eight square blocks.

- Well, which corner?
- Oh. Well...

- You name it.
- ln front of the fountain.

- All right, in front of the fountain.
- At 2:00.

At 2:00. Yeah.

Well, goodbye, Johnny.

Bye, Miss Stafford.

Goodbye.

So long, slaves. Make it shine!

- So long, lover.
- I'm off to the ball game.

- Who'd you say they were playing,
Johnny?
- The White Sox.

Oh, I see. The White...

Now, what's the matter? Can't a guy
get dressed up like a human being

just because he's going to a ball game?

Well, sure, ain't you heard? The Yanks got
a
new ballpark. They're playing at Radio City

Right in front of the fountain.

Wise guy.

Well, what do you know?
It says Yankee Stadium.

- No.
- Yeah.

- Well.
- So long, wise guys.

- I hope you get a four-alarm.
- Johnny.

Hello, I thought
we had a date at Radio City

an hour from now.

I know, but I was afraid
you wouldn't be there.

- Oh, no.
- Hop in.

Well, as a matter of fact, Miss Stafford,

I've got a terrible toothache, I'm awfully
sorry but I couldn't sleep all night.

It just throbbed and throbbed.

Must be an exposed nerve.
I'd better see a dentist right...

But...

Maybe some other time, I'll...
Thank you very much anyway.

- Get over there!
- Play it on!

Come on! Wait for it! Play it on!

- lt's two strikes.
- Excuse me. Excuse me.

I thought I'd go to see the dentist, too.

- Johnny, I'd just like to ask you why...
- All right.

All right, let's get it over with. Here.

- There are nine men on each team.
- No, Johnny...

Please, there are nine men on each team.

One side's in the field,
the other side's at bat.

After three outs, they change positions.

Those little white square things down
there are bases. Once around is a run.

The team that has the most runs
after nine tries wins the game.

Attaboy.

- Any questions?
- Yes, Johnny.

- All right, go ahead.
- Well, I'd just like to ask

why you won't let me explain
what I tried to explain to you yesterday?

Oh, well, that's... Forget about that.
Everybody makes mistakes.

Now, let's just watch the ball game, huh?

- Fresh peanuts.
- Would you like some peanuts, lady?

No, thank you.

Well, after all, you gave me five bucks
to sit in half of my seat and...

Make it be in there!

Make it be in there!

Out of the park! Joe, out of the park!

Come on, get him!

Hey, watch this.
He's going to give Joe a nice fat one.

High and outside, and Joe's gonna knock it
right out into those bleachers.

I don't think so.

What do you mean, you don't think so?

He'll throw it low and inside to a right-hand
batter, make him pull it down the short

for a double play, six-four-three.

- Six-four-three?
- Short to second to frst.

You wouldn't like to lay a little dough
on that, would you?

Why not?

For a buck?

A buck.

Hey, move!

- Come on!
- Come on!

Get a home run! Go on!

Buck up!

Hurry up! Come on!

- Hurry up! Come on, get in there!
- Get him out!

- Where would you like to go, Johnny?
- Oh, just drop me off at the firehouse.

Oh, well.

- What about dinner?
- Well, what about it?

Well, you have to eat somewhere.

And I did win $7 from you. Why
don't you let me take you to dinner, huh?

Now, look, let's get this straight.

If I want to take a girl to dinner, I ask her,
she doesn't ask me. That's how I operate.

Well, besides, you probably
wouldn't like it anyway.

It's just a little joint downtown.
Food isn't very good.

Only reason I go there is because
they make a little dish I like.

It sounds classy, but it's nothing much.

It's some stuff they call
Schnitzell Viennoise.

Schnitzell Viennoise, Johnny?
Do you really like that?

- Hey, watch the wheel.
- But, Johnny, it's my favourite dish.

- Well, so what?
- Well,

don't you think it's unusual when
two people meet

and they both like the same dish?
Well, Johnny, that's just...

What's so unusual? You're
making a big federal case out of it.

- lt never happens.
- lt's nothing but a little

lamb steak with goo on it.

Oh, I'm sorry, Johnny,
it isn't lamb, it's veal.

Now, don't tell me,
I've been eating it for years.

Well, I ought to know,
it's my favorite dish.

- lt's lamb.
- lt's veal.

- Lamb.
- lt's veal!

- I tell you...
- lt's... For a buck.

- A buck.
- Okay.

Say, Paul, when you make that
Schnitzell Viennoise,

what cut of lamb do you use?

But, monsieur, with Schnitzell Viennoise,
we do not use lamb, we use veal.

Oh, well, thanks.

Well, bring us two Schnitzel Viennoise
and another bottle of red,

and tell Joe to play my song, huh?

Tres bien, monsieur. Mademoiselle.

Right again.

Well, Johnny,
I'm right about little things,

but when it comes to big,
important things...

- Here's your buck.
- Oh, I don't want your money, really.

- But I don't need it, Johnny.
- Now, listen, when I make a bet and I win,

I expect to get paid. When I lose
I pay off. Now, that's how I operate.

Johnny, how did you
happen to become a freman?

When I was kid, I liked to chase fires.

Well, all little boys like to chase fres,

but they generally get over it.

They don't know what they're missing.

I suppose it's all right if you're not

tied up to anyone.

Oh, I don't know, it's a nice life.
You keep fit.

Have plenty of time
to do the things you like.

I don't know. Maybe
if I were married, I'd...

There's no danger of that.

- Hey, you dunk...
- Do you like to do that?

- I've always done that.
- Tastes good.

Johnny,

do you mind if I asked you
a rather personal question?

- Maybe. Maybe not.
- Well, that day at the store,

that nightgown.
It's a rather expensive store and...

- Oh, they rob you blind.
- Yeah.

Well, what I'm trying to say is that

I guess she must be mighty important.

Yeah. We were going to get married.

You mean? And then she called it off, huh?

No, I did.

- You did? You mean, you...
- Yeah, well, sure.

What's the use
of going through with something

- when you know somehow
that it isn't right? - Yeah.

But I must say
she took it better than the others.

- You mean there were others?
- Yeah, there were three others.

Each time I thought,
"Oh, this is the real thing."

- Yeah.
- And just as we're about to pull it off,

I don't know, something wouldn't let me
and I'd just walk out.

Walk out.

You've no idea how many presents
were sent back.

Oh, yes, I have, Johnny.

So I figure, I'm just
not the marrying kind.

Oh, don't say that!
Oh, Johnny, don't ever say that.

Well, why not?

Well, because there are certain things
about certain people and there's a mirror.

There's a destiny...

Johnny, that song.

Johnny, why are they playing that?

- Well, because I asked them to.
- But why? Why that?

Well, what's the matter?
Don't you like it?

Well, of course I do.
It's my favorite song.

It's mine, too.

Naturally it would be, Johnny.

Oh, Johnny, doesn't it seem strange to
you, the number of things we both like?

The baseball, and the dunking, and
the wine, the schnitzell, and the song...

You're a character. Always making
a big thing out of everything.

There's millions of people
who like that tune.

Johnny...

Johnny...

Yeah?

Johnny, will you dance with me?

Now, look, when I take a girl out to dinner,
she doesn't have to ask me to dance.

If I feel like dancing, I ask her.
Now, that's how I operate.

Say,

- would you like to dance?
- I'd love to.

Say, we dance pretty well together,
you know.

Why, natch.

Good evening, Mr Harrington.

- Has Miss Victoria come back yet?
- I really can't say, sir.

- Well, she's either back or she's not.
- Then I'm afraid she's not, sir.

Then I'd like to speak to Mr Stafford.

- Mr and Mrs Stafford are both out, sir.
- Well, I...

Oliver! Good evening!

My, you're getting to be quite a stranger.

Where's Victoria?
And what's going on here?

I haven't seen her in over 48 hours.

Can't get her on the phone.

She's either got a headache or she's out
gallivanting around heaven knows where.

Oliver, Oliver.
This isn't like you at all.

You've always been so broad-minded
about these things.

What things? I'm not broad-minded at all.

Don't get mad. You didn't
get sore about that other thing.

And that's when you really
could have been upset.

What are you talking about?
What other thing?

Well, you know,
that whole nasty business on the train.

Train? What train?

- You mean, they didn't tell you?
- No.

What is there to tell?

Oh, nothing. Nothing really.
Sit down, Oliver.

I want to know what you're insinuating.

Well, it's nothing, really.

Except, it explains everything.

Why they pushed the wedding up
and why they

wanted to get her married off so quickly.

But... Oh, forget about it all.

It's probably 50% gossip anyway.

What's on that card?

- Card?
- The card you just put in your pocket.

Oh, this card.

Well, it's just got a man's name
and his phone number on it.

Man? What man?

Oh, just some silly conductor
on the Grand Central.

- He said he saw the whole thing.
- What whole thing?

You know, that whole mess about

Vicki getting caught in her compartment
with an Indian.

- That's a lie.
- Well, probably.

You know how people exaggerate.

- lt probably wasn't an Indian at all.
- What was that conductor's name?

- Who? Mr Brown?
- Brown, Brown, Brown.

And the name? I mean, the number?

Oh, now, Oliver, you're too big for that.
You trust Vicki.

You wouldn't go around sneaking
behind her back, calling Mr Brown.

Schuyler 5-7-8-6-7.

- You're much too understanding.
- Schuyler 5-what?

7-8-6-7.

- Of course, I could give you this card.
- Schuyler 5-7867. Schuyler 5-7867.

But I'd feel like a cad.

Besides, you'd never use it.

You're too much of a gentleman
to call Mr Brown at Schuyler 5-7-8-6-7.

Schuyler 5-7-8-6-7.

So why don't we just forget
the whole thing,

and make it our own private little secret,
Ollie, huh? So, I'll see you later?

- Schuyler 5-7-8-6-7. Schuyler 5-7-8-6-7.
- Oh, Mr Harrington.

Your father called. He said it was most
urgent. You could reach him at Circle 6-7.

No, no! Don't! No numbers.

Schuyler 5 Circle 8-6-7.
I mean, Circle 8-5-9...

Father 5-9-8-6-7.
I mean, Circle 8-5-9-6 urgent.

Schuyler 5-6-8-9-5. Mother. Father 6-9...

Schuyler 5-6-8... 7-5-8...

Hello, is this Schuyler 5-8-7-7-6?

Does Mr Brown of the
Grand Central Railroad live here?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hello, is this Mr Brown
of the Grand Central Railway?

Brown's the name.
Jessie Brown, Grand Central Railroad.

It is?

Yeah... Shut up, will you?
No, no, not you, not you.

There's something very important
I want to discuss with you.

Where do you live, Mr Brown?

149 West 183rd Street.

Thanks, I'll be right over.
149 West 183rd Street.

149 West 183rd Street.

- 149 West 183rd Street.
- I think if you take this item from $1.75

- and mark it to $1 .49...
- No, no, no! Stop it! Stop it!

Well...

Well, it's getting kind of late.
I guess I'll just be saying good-night.

Johnny.

Johnny, why don't you give up?

- lf everything was meant to be this...
- Now, there you go again.

I never saw a girl like you.

Ever since I met you, you've been
hinting around that I'm in love with you.

But you are, Johnny. We both are.

Look at the evidence, it all adds up.
The things we both like and

- the people we tried to marry and couldn't..
- Now, will you listen? That's silly.

If I were in love with you,
I wouldn't be just sitting around here.

I'd be putting my arms around you
and I'd be holding you close to me.

And I'd be kissing you.

And then I'd want to kiss you again.

And again.

- And then...
- And again.

And then I'd...

I'd want to tell you that I love you
and I want to marry you right away.

Because... Gee, it's hot tonight.

Because...

Because that's how you operate, Johnny.

Hey, let's go see your old man
right now, tonight.

- Tonight?
- Why not?

Oh, we just couldn't
possibly. Not tonight.

But why not?

Well, we just can't, that's why not.
My father's... Well...

I mean, there's certain things
that need to be cleared up first.

Well, what's the matter?
Isn't a freman good enough for him?

- Oh, Johnny, I didn't mean that.
- Then get this straight.

- I don't want any of your money or anything.
- Oh, Johnny, I know that. lt's just that..

Well, I think I ought to

break the news first myself.

- Well, I don't see why...
- My way, Johnny.

You kind of like your own way, don't you?

I kind of like it, too.

Well, I...

I guess we'd better say good-night, huh?

Good night, Johnny.

Good night, sugarplum.

- What'd you say?
- Why? I said good night.

No, no, no. I mean the other.

- What? Sugarplum?
- Yeah, yeah.

Say it. No, say it all together.

Good night, sugarplum.

Good night, sugarplum!

But I just gave you two days off.
Now you want two weeks.

Why, I brought Timothy down here.
He's willing to switch our vacations.

- How about it, Timothy?
- Okay by me, Chief.

- So you got it that bad, huh?
- Yeah, awful.

Well, if I switch you with Timothy,

you'll have to start
your vacation tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Holy smoke.

I better go see her old man right now.

I didn't know young folks still did that.
Ask fathers.

Oh, I'm not asking him, I'm telling him.

Oh, thanks, Timothy.

Not at all, Johnny.

Oh, hello, Evans.

Good evening, miss.

Where's my father?

He's in the library, miss.

And

where is Mr McCassin?

Mr McCassin has gone out, miss.

Gone?

Of course, he would be.

He said you'd understand.

Yeah.

Thank you, Evans.

- Father.
- Here you are.

Well, I must say,
it's about time you're home.

I wanna know where you've been.
Your mother and I have been worrying...

Father, I have great news for you.

I'm getting married.

- Of course you are.
- No, but this time it's different.

I'm really going through with it.

Well, we've settled all that.
But you better talk to Oliver.

- He's been here and he's...
- But it isn't Oliver.

It's Johnny.

Johnny? Who?

Who? Who's Johnny?

Johnny Blaine.

I've always been in love with him.

And he's always been in love with me.

Who's always been in love with you?

Johnny Blaine.

And who the devil is Johnny Blaine?

Where did he come from?
What does he want?

Me.

Victoria,

I've stood enough from you.

It's all set for you to marry Oliver
on Saturday.

And now you come along with this
Blaine something-or-other.

Who is he?

Who're his people? What does he do?

He's a perfectly divine freman
from a station over on 83rd Street.

Fireman! And you're...

And you're going to marry him?

- Yes, Father.
- But you can't!

- That's impossible.
- That's what's so wonderful.

Nobody marries firemen.

But I'm going to.

Now, Victoria, let us be very calm,

and say this has just been a bad joke.

Father, just one more thing.

There couldn't be.

I'm afraid you'll fnd it
rather difficult to understand

about the resemblance.

What resemblance?

Well, you see, Johnny looks...

Come in!

Mr Oliver is here.

Oh, no.

He says it's most urgent, miss.

Father, I'm just not up to it tonight.

You explain the whole thing to Oliver
like a good father.

Victoria. Victoria!

Send him in.

Martha,

your daughter's gone stark raving mad!

Go in and see if you can
talk some sense into her.

- Oh, good evening, Oliver...
- Oh, you!

I hold you to blame, you alone.

You're responsible for
the whole underhanded business.

Oh, you know about it.

You didn't think I would, did you?
You didn't think I'd find out.

Now, Oliver, I...

You thought you'd dangle me on a puppet
like a string.

March me down the aisle
with my eyes wide open.

- Now, see here...
- Well, you didn't get away with it.

I've got a few friends around here, too,
you know.

- Now, Oliver...
- And I'll tell you something else.

The engagement's off, the wedding's off!

And as far as that fancy daughter of yours
is concerned,

you can give her back to the Indians!

Indians, fremen.

Ah, there you are.

Well, I've settled everything,\thanks to you.

I've brushed her off
and everything's settled.

No. Come to think of it,
there's one thing I haven't settled.

One little thing I've wanted to do
since I frst laid eyes on you.

Oh, good evening, sir.

Well, good evening.

We're out a little late this evening,
aren't we, sir?

- Are we?
- I said a little late, sir.

This is quite a shack.
What time is the 50-cent tour?

What's that, sir?

Watch those drapes, though.
You know, this place is a fretrap.

I beg your pardon, sir.

Skip it. ls Mr Stafford in?

Yes, sir, he's in the library.

Would you tell him
Mr Blaine would like to see him?

Blaine, sir?

Yeah. Blaine, Johnny Blaine.

B-L-A-l-N-E, Blaine.

Well, is there anything wrong with it?

No, sir. lf that's the
way you wish it, sir.

Come in!

I beg your pardon, sir.

Somebody wants to see you.

What do you mean "somebody"?

Well, he says his name is Johnny Blaine.

- Johnny Blaine?
- Yes, sir. But he looks just like...

I don't care what he
looks like, send him in.

Very good, sir.

Cigar.

Mr Stafford.

Oh! Do you mind, McCassin?
Some other time. I'm expecting someone.

Well, I'm afraid you've made a
mistake, sir. My name is Blaine.

What?

Blaine, B-L-A-l-N-E, Blaine.

- Not Johnny Blaine?
- Yeah, Johnny Blaine, yes.

- The freman?
- Yes, sir, the fireman.

Well.

Oh, say, you better watch
that, a fire hazard.

Yes, yes. Well, I suppose I should
at least thank you for one thing.

At last, coming out in the open,
showing your true colours.

I beg your pardon?

You know, for the first time, this whole
thing is beginning to make sense.

You always were Johnny Blaine,
weren't you?

Well, as long as I can remember...

Never a model?

- A model? Me?
- You never were McCassin,

always Johnny Blaine.

And she knew it all the time.

- What is all this?
- All right.

Let's forget McCassin. No McCassin,
never was, never existed.

If you say you're Johnny Blaine,
the fireman, I accept you at your word.

You're Johnny Blaine, the fireman.

Thanks a lot.

Blaine, I'm an old man,
I can't take much more of this.

Now, if you want to marry her,
she wants to marry you.

In view of everything that's happened,
I think you should get married

as quickly as possible.

And just what do you mean by that?

And so far as your being a freman
is concerned,

well, I can press a button
and that'll all be changed.

Now just a minute, if I want
something changed, I'll change it.

- Nobody has to change it.
- Now, now, Blaine.

Now, just because you've got $18 million
in your other pants

and you own 50% of New York City,

a freman isn't good enough
for your daughter?

- Blaine, don't get excited.
- Oh, but let a fre break out.

Then everything's different.

We're heroes, everybody loves us.

We can carry Aunt Nellie through the
flames wrapped in her flannel nightgown.

Or we can risk our necks getting out your
stocks and bonds wrapped in a wet towel.

- Now, Blaine,
- That's all right.

please believe me,
I've got nothing against firemen.

- Yeah.
- I love firemen.

Why, one of our best mayors
was part fireman.

Come on, let's have a drink on it.

Well, I don't think I...

Well, all right.

- Here we go.
- Thanks.

- To our glorious fre department.
- Oh, thanks.

Oh, Horace, there you are. I've
just been having a talk with Victoria.

And, believe me, we have no other choice.
We've simply got to get that girl married.

- Please.
- You know Oliver

and that big mouth of his.

In two hours, it'll be all over New York

that Victoria was caught on a train
with that Indian.

- Martha...
- What's that?

I say... Oh, hush.

- I say this freman is a blessing.
- Martha, please.

And if he'll have her,
we should marry her to him immediately.

Ship them off on a honeymoon
until this all blows over.

Well, I guess I don't have to be
hit on the head with a tonne of bricks.

Now, now, son, don't get the wrong idea.

For heaven's sake, McCassin,
will you keep out of this?

It's none of your affair.

The name is Blaine, lady.
B-L-A-l-N-E, Blaine.

Don't be ridiculous.

And take a good look at the face
because you're never going to see it again

And as for that daughter of yours,
she's a little too smart for herself.

Thought she could go out on the town
and buy herself a freman.

Get him to pull her
chestnuts out of the fire.

Well, you can tell her for me
she got the wrong boy,

'cause I don't want any part of her.

But, Johnny, there's so much
you don't understand.

You tell it to that guy on the train.

What? Did I say something wrong?
What's got into George?

That's not George, Mother, it's Johnny.

Isn't it George? John?

Who is Johnny?

As far as I can fgure out,
Johnny used to be George.

That is, used to be McCassin.
And George, I mean, Johnny, was a model.

I mean, an Indian. Only, all the time
he was a freman, and stole my ties.

And, Martha, remember that day 26 years
ago, when the doctor came out and

"Mr Stafford, you are the father
of an eight-pound baby girl"?

- Yes, dear.
- Well, I'm going upstairs

and trying to forget it.

Johnny, listen.
Listen, it's not like it sounds.

Johnny, please let me explain.

Look, you had a great idea,
you almost bought yourself a husband.

Well, it didn't work out.

But, Johnny, it's all true.
I was on the train with another man

and he was dressed like an Indian,
only, it was you.

Johnny, I know it's hard for you
to understand but it just so happens

that there is another you.

- That's impossible.
- But that's what's so wonderful about it.

But what kind of a sap do you take me for?

But, Johnny, you don't understand,
I made him up, I created him.

He just came right out of my subconscious,
and I had to because I was in love with you

Oh, Johnny, don't you see
I've always been in love with you?

And I am now.

Look, I haven't been on
a train in two years!

Johnny, I know it's hard
for you to understand,

but you've just got to believe me.

There was this other man,
this George McCassin,

but he's gone now forever, and he's not
coming back as long as we have each
other.

Your mother was right, Miss Stafford.

You ought to get yourself married
right away.

But...

Not yet, eh?

Well, when he comes in, tell him to
get in touch with his father, it's very...

Never mind, here he is now.

Where in the world have you been?
I've been trying to reach you...

Did you hurt your hand?

Oh, it's nothing.

Father, I...

I've just called off the wedding.

You've done what?

I've called off the wedding to Victoria.

Oliver, we're in a lot of trouble
down at the Washington office.

We've got to get the Stafford money
behind us or we're out in the cold.

$3 million.

But, Father,
there was this Indian on the train.

Indian? What do I care about Indians?

Victoria was taking a
trip with this Indian.

I don't care if she went to Niagara Falls
with Minnehaha.

But, Father, it's...

Well, it's a matter of honor.

Honour?

You can buy a lot of
honor for $3 million.

And this Saturday at noon,
Indian or no Indians,

you're going to marry
Miss Victoria Stafford.

Is that perfectly clear?

Yes, Father.

I want to report a fire.

- Where is it?
- 785th.

78... Hey, that's her...

That's her house!

Come on!

Do you, Oliver H.P. Harrington,

take Victoria Stafford
to be your lawful wedded wife,

and do you solemnly promise that
you will love, honor, and cherish her

until death shall separate you?

I do.

...to be your lawful wedded husband,

and do you solemnly promise to
love, cherish, and honor him

until death shall separate you?

I...

Johnny!

Hold this!

Johnny!

- lt's George.
- McCassin.

How!

And how!