All language subtitles for The Magnificent Ambersons (1942) Criterion (1080p BluRay x265 10bit Tigole)_track5_[eng]

The magnificence of the Ambersons

began in 1873.

Their splendor lasted
throughout all the years

that saw their midland town
spread and darken info a city.

In that town, in those days,

all the women who wore silk or velvet

knew all the other women
who wore sitk or velvet

and everybody knew everybody else's
family horse and carriage.

The only public conveyance was the streelcar.

Yo0-hoo!

A lady could whistle to it
from an upstairs window,

and the car would halt at once
and wait for her

while she shut the window,
put on her hat and coat,

went downstairs, found an umbrella,

told the girl what to have for dinner,

and came forth from the house.

Too slow for us nowadays,

because the faster we're carried,

the less time we have to spare.

During the earlier years of this period,

while bangs and bustles
were having their way with women,

there were seen men of all ages

to whom a hat meant only
that rigid, tall, sitk thing

known fo impudence as a stovepipe.

But the long contagion of the derby
had arrived.

One season the crown of this hat
would be a bucket.

Next it would be a spoon.

Every house still kept ifs boot jack,

but high-fop boots gave way
fo shoes and congress gaiters,

and these were played through fashions
that shaped them now with toes like box-ends,

anda now with foes
like the prows of racing shells.

Trousers with a crease
were considered plebeian.

The crease proved that the garment
had lain upon a shelf

and hence was ready-made.

With evening dress
a gentleman wore a tan overcoat,

so short that his black coattails hung visible
five inches below the overcoat.

But after a season or two
he lengthened his overcoat

till it touched his heels,

and he passed out of his tight trousers

into trousers like great bags.

In those days,
they had time for everything.

Time for sleigh rides and balls

and assemblies and cotillions,

and open house on New Yearss,

and all-day picnics in the woods,

and even that preftiest
of all vanished customs,

the serenade.

Come a summer night,

young men would bring an orchestra
under a pretly girl's window,

and flute, harp, fiddle,
céllo, cormet and bass viol

would presently release their melodies
fo the dulcet stars.

Against so homespun a background,

the magnificence of the Ambersons

was as conspicuous
as a brass band at a funeral.

- There it is!
- The Amberson mansion!

-The pride of the town.
-Well, well.

$60,000 for the woodwork alone.

-Hot and cold running water.
-Upstairs and down.

And stationary washstands
in every last bedroom in the place.

-Is Miss Amberson at home?
-No, sir, Mr. Morgan.

Miss Amberson's not home.

Well, thanks, Sam.

No, sir. Miss Amberson
ain't at home to you, Mr. Morgan.

Thanks.

-I guess she's still mad at him.
-Who?

-Isabel.
-Major Amberson's daughter.

Eugene Morgan's her best beau.

Took a bit too much to drink
the other night, right out here,

and stepped clean through the bass fiddle
serenadin' her.

- Well, well.

I haven't seen her
since she got back from abroad.

Isabel?

Well, sir, I don't know
as I know just how to put it...

but she's — she's kind of a...

delightful looking young lady.

Wilbur? Wilbur Minafer?

/ never thought hed get her.
Well, what do you know!

Well, Wilbur may not be any Apollo,
as it were,

but he's a steady young businessman.

Wilbur Minafer!

Looks like Isabel's pretty sensible
for such a showy girl.

To think of her taking him.

Yes, just because a man any woman
would like a thousand times better

was a little wild one night at a serenade.

What she minds was his making
a clown of himself in her own front yard.

Made her think
he didn't care much about her.

She's probably mistaken, but it's too late
for her to think anything else now.

The wedding will be
a big Amberson-style thing —

raw oysters floating
in scooped-out blocks of ice,

a band, from out of town,

and then Wilbur will take Isabel

on the carefullest little wedding trip
he can manage.

And she'll be a good wife to him.

But they'll have the worst-spoiled lot
of children this town will ever see.

How on earth do you figure that out,
Mrs. Foster?

She couldn't love Wilbur, could she?

Well, it'll all go to her children.
And she'll ruin them.

7he prophetess proved
to be mistaken in a single detail merely.

Wilbur and Isabel did not have 'children."

They had only one.

"Only one."

But I'd like to know if he isn't spoifed enough
for a whole carload!

Again, she found none to challenge her.

George Amberson Minafer,
the majors one grandchild,

was a princely terror.

Hey!

By golly,
I guess you think you own this town!

7here were people,
grown people they were,

who expressed themselves longingly.

They did hope to live
fo see the day, they said,

when that boy would get his comeuppance.

-His what?
-His comeuppance.

Something's bound to
take him down someday.

I only want to be there.

Eh, look at the girly-curlies!
Eh, look at the girly-curlies!

Say, bub, where'd you steal
your mother's old sash?

Your sister stole it for me!

She stole it off our old clothesline
and gave it to me!

You go get your hair cut!
Yeah, and I haven''t got any sister!

Yeah, I know you haven''t at home.
I mean the one that''s in jail!

I dare you to get out of that pony cart.

-I dare you outside that gate!
-Dare ya halfway here, I dare ya!

Here I come, you dirty... rat!

-Boy! Boy!
-Father! Father!

Why don't you pick on someone
your own size, you big bully!

-Hey, boy!

-Father!
-Boy!

-Father!
-Boy!

That'll — That'll be enough of that!

-You stop that, you!

-Ow!
-l guess you don't know who I am!

Yes, I do,
and you're a disgrace to your mother!

-You shut up about my mother!
-Ow!

She oughta be ashamed
of a bad little boy like you!

Pull down your vest,
you old billy goat, you!

Pull down your vest,
and wipe off your chin, and —

-and go to —
-What?

"This was heard not only by myself,

but by my wife,
and the lady who lives next door."

-He's an old liar.
-Georgie.

You mustn't say "liar."

Dear, did you say what he says you did?

Well, Grandpa wouldn't wipe his shoe
on that old storyteller.

Georgie, you mustn't.

I mean, none of us Ambersons
wouldn't have anything to do with him.

That's not what we're talking about.

I'll bet if he wanted to see any of us,
he'd have to go around to the side door.

-Please, Father!

From his letter he doesn''t seem
a very tactful person, but —

-He's just riffraff.
-Oh, you mustn't say so.

And you must promise me
never to use those bad words again.

I promise not to.

Unless I get mad at somebody.

Wait'll they send him away to school.

Then he'll get it.

They'll knock the stuffin' out of him.

But George returned
with the same stuffing.

-Ow!

Got any sense? See here, bub.
Does your mother know you're out?

Turn down your pants, you would-be dude!

When Mr. George Amberson Minafer
came home for the holidays

in his sopbhomore year,

nothing about him encouraged any hope
that he had received his comeuppance.

Cards were out for a ball in his honor,

and this pageant of the tenantry

was the last of
the great long-remembered dances

that everybody talked about.

Hello there!

They had her in a good place
in my big bow window.

Suppose that's where they'll put the major
when his time comes.

Now, don't you look at me
like that, Major!

-Georgie!
- Sam.

You look fine!

There was a time though,
in your fourth month,

that you were so puny
nobody thought you'd live.

-Where's Fanny?
-Remember you very well indeed.

-Isabel.
-Eugene.

This your boy, Isabel?

-George, this is Mr. Morgan.
-Remember you very well indeed.

George, you never saw me before
in your life.

But from now on you're going to
see a lot of me. I hope.

-I hope so too, Eugene.
-Where's Wilbur?

You'll find him in the game room
with some of the others.

He never was much for parties.
Remember?

Yes, I remember.

-I'll come back for a dance.
-Please do.

-Eugene Morgan, Major Amberson.
-Well, well, well.

Remember you very well indeed.
Remember you very well indeed.

Miss Morgan.

- Jack!
-Gene!

Remember you very well /ndeed.

You don't remember her either, Georgie.

But of course you will.

Miss Morgan's from out of town.

You might take her up to the dancing.
I think you've pretty well done your duty here.

Be delighted.

[chamber orchestra
playing classical music]

What did you say your name was?

-Morgan.
-Oh.

- Well, I'm certainly glad you're back.
- It's nice to be back too, Jack.

-It's been a long time.
-Who's that?

Oh, I didn't catch his hame
when my mother presented him to me.

-You mean the queer-looking duck?
-The who?

-The queer-looking duck.
-Oh, I wouldn't say that.

The one with him is my Uncle Jack.

Honorable Jack Amberson.
I thought everybody knew him.

He looks as though everybody
ought to know him.

Seems to run in your family.

I suppose most everybody does know him,
out in this part of the country especially.

Uncle Jack's pretty well-known.

-He's a congressman, you know.
-Oh, really?

Oh, yes. The family always liked to
have someone in Congress.

It's sort of a good thing, in one way.

- Hello, Lucy.
-Hello!

-Lucy!
-Hello, Garland.

-Hello, Lucy.
-Hello.

How did all these ducks
get to know you so quick?

-Oh, I've been here a week.
-Seems to me you've been pretty busy.

Most of these —

-Hello, Lucy.
-Hello.

Most of these ducks, I don't know what my mother
wanted to invite 'em here for anyway.

Don't you like them?

I used to be president of a club we had here
and some of them belonged to it.

But I don't care much
for that sort of thing anymore.

I really don't see
why my mother invited 'em.

Maybe she didn''t want to offend
their fathers and mothers.

I hardly think that my mother need worry
about offending anybody in this old town.

Must be wonderful, Mr. Amberson.
Mr. Minafer, I mean.

What must be wonderful?

-To be so important as that.
-Oh, that isn't important.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

Anybody that really is anybody

oughta be able to do about as they like
in their own town, I should think.

-Hello!

Well.

-How's that for a bit of freshness.
-What was?

That queer-looking duck
waving his hand at me like that.

He meant me.

Oh, he did?

Everybody seems to mean you.

See here. Are you engaged to anybody?

No.

You certainly seem to know
a good many people.

Papa does. He used to live here
in this town before I was born.

-Where do you live now?
-We've lived all over.

What do you keep moving around so for?

-Is he a promoter?
-No, he's an inventor.

Oh? What''s he invented?

-Georgie.
-Grandfather.

Just lately he's been working on
a new kind of horseless carriage.

Horseless carri — Automobile?

Well, well.

Don't you approve of them, Mr. Minafer?

Oh, yes, they're all right.

You know,
I''m just beginning to understand.

Understand what?

What?

What it means to be
a real Amberson in this town.

Papa told me something about it before we came,
but I see he didn't say half enough.

Did your father say he knew the family
before he left here?

I don't think he meant to boast of it.
He spoke of it quite calmly.

-Most girls are usually pretty fresh.

They oughta go to a man's college
for about a year.

They'd get taught a few things
about freshness.

Look here. Who sent you those flowers
you keep making such a fuss over?

-Lucy.
-He did.

-Who's he?
-The queer-looking duck.

-I've come for that dance.

Oh, him.
I suppose he's some old widower.

Some old widower.

Yes, he is a widower.
I ought to have told you before.

-He's my father.
-Oh.

Well, that's a horse on me.
If 'd known he was your father —

This is our dance.
But I guess I won't insist on it.

George, dear, are you enjoying the party?

Yes, Mother, very much.

Will you please excuse us?
Miss Morgan.

-Eggnog, anybody?
-Not for me, sir.

I see you kept your promise, Gene.

Isabel, I remember the last drink
Gene ever had.

Factis, I believe if he hadn't
broken that bass fiddle,

Isabel never would have taken Wilbur.

- What do you think, Wilbur?
-1 shouldn't be surprised.

If your notion's right,
I'm glad Gene broke the fiddle.

What do you say about it, Isabel?

By Jingo, she's blushing.

- Who wouldn't blush?

The important thing is that Wilbur
did get her, and not only got her, but kept her.

There's another important thing.
That is, for me.

In fact, it's the only thing that makes me
forgive that bass viol for getting in my way.

Well, what's that?

Lucy.

You havin' a good time?

-I don't suppose you ever gave up smoking.
-No, sir.

Well, I've got some Havanas.

-Do your ears burn, young lady?

Would you care for some refreshments,
Miss Morgan?

Yes, thanks.

What did you say your name was?

-Morgan.
-Funny name.

Everybody else's name always is.

I didn't mean it was really funny.

That's just one of the crowd's
bits of horsing in college.

I knew your last name was Morgan.
I meant your first name.

Lucy.

-Well!

Is Lucy a funny name too?

No.

-Lucy's very much all right.
-Thanks.

-Here they are. Here they are, Henry!
-Are they?

-Thanks for what?
-Thanks about letting my name be Lucy.

[orchestra:
waltz ends, upbeat song begins]

Good-bye. I've got this dance with her.

-With who?
-With Isabel, of course.

Eighteen years have passed. But have they?

Tell me, have you danced
with poor old Fanny too this evening?

Twice. Wilbur.

By gosh, old times certainly
are starting all over again.

"Old times." Not a bit.
There aren't any old times.

When times have gone
they aren't old, they're dead.

There aren't any times but new times.

What are you studying in school?

-I beg your pardon?
-What are you studying in school?

-College.
-College.

Oh, lots of useless guff.

-Why don't you study some useful guff?
-What do you mean, "useful?"

Something you could use later
in your business or profession.

I don't intend to go into
any business or profession.

-No?
-No.

-Why not?
-Well, just look at them.

That's a fine career for a man, isn't it?

Lawyers, bankers, politicians.

What do they ever get out of life,
I'd like to know.

What they know about real things?

Where do they ever get?

What do you want to be?

A yachtsman.

What good are they?
They always break down.

-They do not always break down.
-Oh, of course they do.

Horseless carriages.

-Automobiles.
-Hmm?

People aren't going to spend their lives
lying on their backs in the road,

letting grease drip on their faces.

No, I think your father
better forget about ''em.

Papa would be so grateful
if he could have your advice.

I don't know that I've done anything
to be insulted for.

You know, I don't mind your being
such a lofty person at all.

I think it's ever so interesting.

-But Papa's a great man.
-Is he?

Well, let us hope so.

I hope so, I'm sure.

How lovely your mother is.

I think she is.

She's the gracefullest woman.
She dances like a girl of 16.

Most girls of 16 are pretty bad dancers.

Anyhow...

I wouldn't dance with one of them
unless I had to.

Uh, the snow's fine for sleighing.

I'll be by for you in a cutter
at ten minutes after 2:00.

-Tomorrow?
- Thank you, Isabel.

-I can't possibly go —

Bravo! Bravissimo!

Papa.

Lucy.

I'll get your things.

If you don't, I''m going to sit
in a cutter at your front gate,

and if you try to go out with anybody else
he has to whip me before he gets to you.

Hey, you two,
I think you oughta take this,

in case you break down
in that horseless carriage.

-Uncle Jack.
-Take a scarf, Lucy dear.

- Good night, Isabel.
-Come here.

-Fanny, where are you going?
-Oh, just out to look.

Do you think
you'll be warm enough, Lucy?

-Well?
-Oh, nothing.

-Here. Hold this.

Who is this fellow, Morgan?

Why, he's a man
with a pretty daughter, Georgie.

Certainly seems to be
awfully at home here,

the way he was dancing
with Mother and Aunt Fanny.

Well, I'm afraid your Aunt Fanny's heart

was stirred by...
ancient recollections, Georgie.

You mean, she used to be silly about him?

She wasn''t considered, uh... singular.

He was, uh — He was popular.

Oh.

Do you take the same passionate interest
in the parents of every girl you dance with?

Oh, dry up. I only wanted to know —

-Lucy, about that sleigh ride.

I want to look at that, uh,
automobile carriage of yours, Gene.

-Fanny, you'll catch cold.
-Want to ride in that thing, see if it's safe.

-Good night, Isabel.
-Good night, Eugene.

-You be ready at ten minutes after 2:00.
-No, I won't.

Yes, you will. Ten minutes after 2:00.

- Look at that, Fanny!
- Oh, goodness!

-Yes, I will.
-Come on, Gene! Show us how it works!

- If it does work!

- Suppose you break down.
- Come on, Lucy!

- ''m coming, Papa!
-1 hope you're going to be warm enough.

-Got a blanket for you, Gene. Catch!

Good night! Bye! Bye!

- Bye!
- Good night!

-Papa?
-Huh?

Papa, do you think George
is terribly arrogant and domineering?

Uh, oh, he's still only a boy.

Plenty of fine stuff in him.

Can't help but be.
He's... Isabel Amberson's son.

You liked her pretty well once,
I guess, Papa.

Yes. Do still.

I know that isn't all
that's worrying you.

Well, several things.

I've been a little bothered
about your father too.

Why?

It seems to me he looks so badly.

He isn't any different than the way
he's looked all his life that I can see.

He's been worried about some
investments he made last year.

I think the worry's affected his health.

What investments?

See here, he isn't going into Morgan's
automobile concern, is he?

Oh, no.
The automobile concern is all Eugene's.

-No, your father's rolling mills —

Hello, dear.
Have you had trouble sleeping?

Look here, Father.

About this man Morgan
and his old sewing machine.

Doesn't he want to get Grandfather to put
some money into it? Isn't that what he's up to?

You little silly.
What on earth are you talking about?

Eugene Morgan's perfectly able to
finance his own inventions these days.

I'll bet he borrows money from Uncle Jack.

Georgie, why do you say such a thing?

Just strikes me as that sort of a man.
Isn't he, Father?

He was a fairly wild young fellow
20 years ago.

He's like you in one thing, Georgie.
He spent too much money.

Only he didn't have any mother to get money
out of a grandfather for him.

But I believe he's done fairly well
of late years,

and I doubt if he needs anybody else's money
to back his horseless carriage.

Well, what's he brought
the old thing here for then?

I'm sure I don't know.
You might ask him.

I'll be in to say good night, dear.

Aunt Fanny.

What in the world's
the matter with you?

I suppose you don't know why Father doesn't want
to go on that horseless carriage trip tomorrow.

What do you mean?

You're his only sister,
and yet you don't know.

Well, he -

he never wants to go anywhere
that I ever heard of.

What is the matter with you?

He doesn't want to go
because he doesn't like this man Morgan.

Oh, good gracious!

Eugene Morgan
isn't in your father's thoughts at all,

one way or the other.

-Good night.
-Why should he be?

-Good night.
-Good night.

-Hey.
-You two at it again?

What makes you and everybody
so excited over this man Morgan?

-"This man Morgan."
-Excited?

-Oh, shut up.
-Can't -

Can't people be glad to see an old friend

without silly children like you
having to make a to-do about it?

I've just been suggesting to your mother

that she might give
a little dinner for them.

For who?

"For whom," Georgie.

"For whom, Georgie."

For Mr. Morgan and his daughter.

Onh, look here. Don''t do that.
Mother mustn't do that.

"Mother mustn't do that."

-Wouldn't look well.
-"Wouldn't look -~

See here, Georgie Minafer.

I suggest...

that you just march
straight on into your room!

Sometimes you say things that show
you have a pretty mean little mind.

-What upsets you this much?
- Shut up!

I know what you mean!

You're trying to insinuate that I'd get your mother
to invite Eugene Morgan here on my account.

I''m gonna move to a hotel!

-Because he's a widower!
-What?

"What?"

I'm trying to insinuate
that you're setting your cap for him

and getting Mother to help you?

-Oh!
-Is that what you mean?

You attend to your own affairs!

Well. I will be shot.

I will.

I certainly will be shot.

- Oh!
- Oh.

Do you think you'll get it to start?

What''s wrong with it, Gene?

I wish I knew.

Jack! Push! Not in front of there!

Push here! Come on!

Push!

Get up, Jack! Come on!

Come on! Push! Come on, Jack!

Get a horse. Get a horse!

-Get a horse!

- Get a horse! Get a horse!

-Look out, Lucy!

What's happened to them?
Oh, George!

- Don't get excited, Isabel.
- Lucy!

-Are you all right?
- Georgie!

They're all right, Isabel.
The snow bank's a feather bed.

-Georgie!
- Lucy dear.

-Oh, I'm fine, Papa.
- Nothing's the matter.

- Oh, Georgie!
-They're all right, Isabel.

Are you sure you're not hurt, Lucy dear?

-Georgie.
-Don't make a fuss, Mother.

-George, that terrible fall.
-Please, Mother, please.

-'m all right.
-Are you sure, Georgie?

-Sometimes one doesn''t realize the shock.
- Oh, Isabel!

You've just got to be sure, dear.

I'm all right, Mother.
Nothing's the matter.

-Let me brush you off, dear.
-Leave me alone.

You look pretty spry, Lucy.
All that snow becomes you.

- That's right, it does.

That darned horse.

Pendennis will be home
long before we will.

All we've got to depend on is Gene Morgan's
broken-down chafing dish yonder.

- She'll go!
-All aboard!

- You'll have to sit on my lap, Lucy!
-All right!

Stamp the snow.
You mustn't ride with wet feet.

They're not wet. For goodness sakes, get in.
You're standing in the snow yourself.

Get in, Mother.

You're the same Isabel I used to know.
You're a divinely ridiculous woman.

George, you'll push
if we get started, won''t you?

Push.

"Divinely" and "ridiculous"
just counterbalance each other, don't they?

Plus one and minus one equal nothing.

So you mean I''m nothing in particular?

No, that doesn't seem to be
precisely what I meant.

- What are you doing?

Come on, Georgie! Push!

I''m pushing!

-Push harder!

-Hooray!

Come on, Georgie! Push!

What do you think I'm doing?

Your father wanted to prove that his
horseless carriage would run even in the snow.

-It really does too.
-Oh.

-It's so interesting.

He says he's going to have wheels
all made of rubber and blown up with air.

I should think they''d explode.

-But Eugene seems very confident.

-It seems so like old times to hear him talk.

& The man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo &

Here we go! Hooray! We're off!

' As I walk along the Bois de Boulogne
With an independent air &

J' You can hear the girls declare
'Must be a millionaire" J

-&' A miflionaire &

George, you tried to swing underneath me
and break the fall for me when we went over.

I knew you were doing that.
It was nice of you.

Wasn't much of a fall to speak of.
How about that kiss?

J' You can hear them sigh and wish fo die &

J And see 'em wink the other eye &

& Af the man who broke the bank
At Monte Carlo &

J' As I walked along the Bois de Boulogne
With an independent air &

J' You can hear the girls declare
'Must be a millionaire" J

J' You can hear them sigh
And wish fo die &

J' You can see them wink the other eye &

& At the man
Who broke the bank... &

Wilbur Minafer.

Quiet man.

Town will hardly know he's gone.

Where did Isabel go to?

She was tired.

Never was becoming to her to look pale.

Look out.

Oh, boy. Strawberry shortcake.

It's the first this season.

Hope it's big enough.

-You must''ve known I was coming home.
-Mmm.

-What did you say?
-Nothing.

-Mmm.
-Sweet enough?

It's fine.

Suppose your mother's been pretty gay
at the commencement.

Going a lot?

How could she, in mourning?

All she could do was sit around and look on.
That's all Lucy could do either, for that matter.

How did Lucy get home?

On the train with the rest of us.

Quit bolting your food.

Did you drive out to their house with her
before you came here?

No.

She went home with her father.

Onh, I see.

Don't eat so fast, George!

So, uh...

Eugene came to the station to meet you?

To meet us?

How could he?

I don't know what you mean.

Want some more milk?

No, thanks.

I haven't seen him
while your mother's been away.

Naturally. He's been east himself.

Did you see him?

Naturally, since he made
the trip home with us.

He did? He was with you all the time?

Uh-uh.

Only on the train,
in the last three days before we left.

Uncle Jack got him to come along.

-You're gonna get fat.

I can't help that.

You're such a wonderful housekeeper.

You certainly know how
to make things taste good.

Mmm.

I don't think you'd stay single very long
if some of these bachelors or widowers —

It's a little odd.

What's odd?

Your mother's not mentioning
that Mr. Morgan had been with you.

Didn't think of it, I suppose.

-But I'll tell you something in confidence.
-What?

Well, it struck me that Mr. Morgan was looking
pretty absent-minded most of the time.

And he certainly is dressing
better than he used to.

Oh, he... he isn't dressing better.
He's dressing up.

Fanny, you oughta be a little encouraging

when a prized bachelor begins
to show by his haberdashery...

what he wants you to think about him.

Jack tells me that the factory's
been doing quite well.

-"Quite well"?
-Honestly, Aunt Fanny —

Why, listen, Eugene's got —

I shouldn't be a bit surprised
to have him request an interview

and declare that his intentions
are honorable,

and ask my permission
to pay his addresses to you.

-What had I better tell him?

-Oh, Aunt Fanny.
-Oh, Fanny, we were only teasing.

-Oh, let me alone!
-Please, Fanny.

-We didn't mean anything.
-Let go of me! Please!

We didn't know you'd got
s0 sensitive as all this!

It's getting so you can't joke with her
about anything anymore.

It all began when we found out
Father's estate was all washed up

and he didn't leave anything.

I thought she'd feel better
when we turned over his insurance to her.

Gave it to her
absolutely without any strings to it.

But now... I don't know.

Yeah.

Think maybe we've been...

teasing her about the wrong things.

Fanny hasn't got much in her life.

You know, George,
just being an aunt isn't...

really the great career
it may sometimes seem to be.

I really don't know of anything much
Fanny has got.

Except her feeling about Eugene.

-Thammer hitting anvil]

We're now turning out
a car and a quarter a day.

-Isn't that marvelous?
-What's marvelous?

They're turning out
a car and a quarter a day.

- Oh!
- All this noise — Mother?

Mother, all this noise and smell
seems to be good for you.

I think you oughta come here
every time you get the blues.

Oh, she never gets the blues, George.

I never knew a person
of a more even disposition.

-No, it's this place.
-1 wish I could be more like that.

Wouldn''t anybody be delighted to see an old
friend take an idea out of the air like that —

an idea most people laughed at him for —

and turn it to such
a splendid humming thing as this factory.

Do you remember this?

Our first machine.

The original Morgan Invincible.

I remember.

How quaint.

Of course I'm happy.
So very, very happy.

Just look at the Morgan now,
Mrs. Minafer.

It's beautiful.

Just beautiful.

-Did you ever see anything so lovely?
-As what?

As your mother. She's a darling.

And Papa looks as if he were going to
either explode or to utter loud sobs.

It's just glorious.

It makes us all happy, Eugene.

Give him your hand, Fanny.

There.

If brother Jack were here, Eugene would
have his three oldest and best friends

congratulating him all at once.

We know what brother Jack
thinks about it though.

I used to write verse
about 20 years ago.

-Remember that?
- I remember that too.

I''m almost thinking I could do it again...

to thank you for making a factory visit
into such a kind celebration.

Isabel, dear.

Yes, Eugene?

Don't you think you should tell George?

-About us?
-Yes.

There's still time.

I think he should hear it from you.

He will, dearest.

Soon.

Soon.

-I'll still take a horse any day.

-Whoa.
-Oh, don't.

Why? Do you want him
to trot his legs off?

-No, but -
-'No, but" what?

I know when you make him walk, it's so you can
give all your attention to proposing to me again.

-George, do let Pendennis trot again.
-I won't.

Get up, Pendennis.
Go on, trot. Commence.

Lucy, if you aren't
the prettiest thing in this world.

When are you going to say
we're really engaged?

Not for years. So there's the answer.

Lucy.

Dear, what's the matter?

You look as if you're going to cry.

You always do that whenever I can
get you to talk about marrying me.

-I kKnow it.
-Well, why do you?

One reason's because
I have a feeling it's never going to be.

-You haven't any reason or —
-It's just a feeling.

I don't know.

Everything''s so unsettled.

If you aren't the queerest girl.
What's unsettled?

Well, for one thing, George,
you haven''t decided on anything to do yet.

Or at least if you have,
you've never spoken of it.

Lucy, haven't you
perfectly well understood

that I don't intend to go into a business
or adopt a profession?

Well, what are you going to do, George?

Why, I expect to lead an honorable life.

I expect to contribute my share to charities

and to take part in — well, in movements.

-What kind?
-Whatever appeals to me.

I should like to revert to the questions
I was asking you, if you don't mind.

-No, George. I think we'd better —
-Your father''s a businessman.

He's a mechanical genius.
Of course, he's both.

Isn't it your father's idea
that I ought to go into business

and you oughtn't to be
engaged to me until I do?

No. I've never once
spoken to him about it.

But you know that's the way
he does feel about it.

Yes.

Do you think that I'd be
very much of a man

if I let another man dictate to me
my own way of life?

George.
Who's dictating your way of life?

I don't believe in the whole world
scrubbing dishes,

selling potatoes, or trying law cases.

No, I daresay I don't care any more
for your father's ideals than he does for mine.

-George.
-Giddap, Pendennis.

Well, seems to have recovered.

Looks in the highest good spirits.

-I beg pardon?
-Your grandson.

Last night he seemed inclined to melancholy.

What about?

Not getting remorseful about
all the money he spent in college, is he?

I wonder what he thinks I''m made of.

Gold.

-And he's right about that part of you, Father.
-What part?

Your heart.

I suppose that may account for
how heavy it feels nowadays sometimes.

This town seems to be rolling right over
that old heart you mentioned just now, Jack.

Rolling over it and burying it under.

I miss my best girl.

We all do. Lucy's on a visit, Father.
She's spending a week with a school friend.

-She'll be back Monday.
-Ah.

George, how does it happen
you didn't tell us before?

He never said a word to us
about Lucy's going away.

Probably afraid to.

Didn't know that what he might break down
and cry if he tried to speak of it.

Isn't that so, Georgie?

-Or didn't Lucy tell you she was going?
-She told me.

At any rate, Georgie didn''t approve.

I suppose you two aren't speaking again?

Gene, what's this I hear about someone else
opening up a horseless carriage shop,

somewhere out in the suburbs?

Well, I suppose
they'll drive you out of business.

Or else the two of you'll get together
and drive all the rest of us off of the streets.

Well, we'll even things up
by making the streets bigger.

Automobiles will carry our streets
clear out to the county line.

Well, I hope you're wrong,
because if people go to moving that far,

real estate values here
in the old residence part of town

will be stretched pretty thin.

So your devilish machines
are going to ruin all your old friends, eh, Gene?

You really think they're going
to change the face of the land?

They''re already doing it, Major,
and it can't be stopped.

-Automobiles are —
- Automobiles are a useless nuisance.

What did you say, George?

I said automobiles
are a useless nuisance.

Never amount to anything but a nuisance,
and they had no business to be invented.

Of course you forget
Mr. Morgan makes them.

Also did his share in inventing them.

If you weren't so thoughtless,
he might think you rather offensive.

I'm not sure George is wrong
about automobiles.

With all their speed forward,
they may be a step backward in civilization.

It may be that they won't add to the beauty
of the world or the life of men's souls.

I''m not sure.

But automobiles have come.

And almost all outward things are going
to be different because of what they bring.

They're going to alter war
and they're going to alter peace.

And I think men's minds are going to be changed
in subtle ways because of automobiles.

And it may be that George is right.

It may be that
in ten or 20 years from now,

if we can see the inward
change in men by that time...

I shouldn't be able to defend
the gasoline engine,

but would have to agree with George...

that automobiles had no business
to be invented.

Well, Major, if you'll excuse me.

Fanny.

-Oh, Eugene, ple -
- Isabel.

Got to run down to the shop
and speak to the foreman.

-I'll see you to the door.
-Don't bother, sir. I know the way.

I'll come too.

Georgie dear, what did you mean?

Just what I said.

-He was hurt.
-1 don't see why he should be.

I didn't say anything about him.

Didn''t seem to me to be hurt.
He seemed perfectly cheerful.

What made you think he was hurt?

I know him.

By Jove, Georgie, you are a puzzle.

In what way, may I ask?

Well, it's a new style
of courting a pretty girl, I must say,

for a young fellow
to go deliberately out of his way

to try and make an enemy of her father
by attacking his business.

By Jove!

It's a new way of winning a woman.

George.

You struck just the right treatment to adopt.
You're doing just the right thing.

Oh, what do you want?

Your father would thank you
if he could see what you're doing.

Quit the mysterious detective business.
You make me dizzy.

You don't care to hear
that I approve of what you're doing?

For the gosh sakes,
what in the world is wrong with you?

Oh, you're always picking on me, always,
ever since you were a little boy.

Oh, my gosh.

You wouldn't treat anybody in the world
like this except old Fanny.

"Old Fanny," you'd say,
"It's nobody but old Fanny, so I'll kick her.

Nobody'll resent it.
I'll kick her all I want to."

And you're right. I haven't got anything
in the world since my brother died.

-Nobody, nothing.
-Oh, my gosh.

I never, never in the world
would have told you about it,

or even made the faintest reference to it

if I hadn't seen
that somebody else had told you,

or you found out for yourself in some way.

-Somebody else had told me what?
-How people are talking about your mother.

What did you say?

Of course, I understood what you were doing
when you started being rude to Eugene.

I knew you'd give Lucy up in a minute if it came
to a question of your mother's reputation.

-Look here —
-Because you said —

Look here! Just what do you mean?

I only wanted to say
that I'm sorry for you, George, that's all.

But it's only old Fanny,
so whatever she says, pick on her for it.

-Hammer her! Hammer her!
-Jack said —

It's only poor old, lonely Fanny!

Uncle Jack said if there was any gossip,
it was about you!

He said people might be laughing about the way
you ran after Morgan, but that was all!

Oh, yes, it's always Fanny!
Ridiculous old Fanny. Always! Always!

Listen! You said Mother let him come here
just on your account, and now you say —

He did.

Anyhow, he liked to dance with me.

He danced with me
as much as he did with her.

You told me Mother never saw him
except when she was chaperoning you.

Well, you don't suppose
that stops people from talking, do you?

They just thought I didn't count.

"It's only Fanny Minafer,"
I suppose they'd say.

Besides, everybody knew
he'd been engaged to her.

-What''s that?
-Everybody knows it.

Everybody in this town knows that Isabel
never really cared for any other man in her life.

I believe I'm going crazy.

You mean you lied
when you told me there wasn''t any talk?

It never would have amounted
to anything if Wilbur had lived.

You mean Morgan might have married you?

No.

Because I don't know
that I'd have accepted him.

Are you trying to tell me that because
he comes here and they see her with him,

driving and all that,

they think that they were right
in saying that she was —

she was in love with him before —

before my father died?

Why, George.

Don't you know that's what they say?

You must know that everybody in town —

-Who told you?
-What?

Who told you there was talk?
Where is this talk?

Where does it come from? Who does it?

Why, I suppose pretty much everybody I know.
It's pretty general.

-Who said so?
-What?

-How did you get hold of it? You answer me!
-I hardly think it would be fair to give names.

Look here, one of your best friends is that
mother of Charlie Johnson's across the way.

-Has she ever mentioned this to you?
-Well, she may have intimated it.

You and she have been talking about it.
Do you deny it?

-Why, George —
- Do you deny it?

She's a very kind, discreet woman, George,
but she may have intimated —

George!

-What are you going to do, George?

Mr. Amberson.

I mean Mr. Minafer.

-Won't you come in, please.
-Thank you.

Well! How nice to see you, Mr. Minafer.

Mrs. Johnson?

Mrs. Johnson,
I have come to ask you a few questions.

Certainly, Mr. Minafer.
Anything I can do for you.

I don't mean to waste any time,
Mrs. Johnson.

You — You were talking about a —
a scandal that involved my mother's name.

Mr. Minafer!

My aunt told me
you repeated this scandal to her.

I don't think your aunt can have said that.

We may have discussed some few matters
that have been a topic of comment about town.

Yes, I think you may have.

Other people may be less considerate.

Other people?
That's what I want to know about.

These other people. How many? How many?

-What?
-How many other people talk about it?

Really, this isn''t a courtroom.

And I'm not a defendant in a libel suit.

You may be.

I want to know
just who's dared to say these things

if I have to force my way
into every house in town.

-I mean to know just who told you these —
-You mean to know!

Well, you'll know something pretty quick.

You'll know that you're out in the street.

Please to leave my house!

Oh! Now you have done it.

What have I done
that wasn't honorable and right?

You think these riffraff can go around town
bandying my mother's good name?

They can now!

Georgie, gossip's never fatal till it's denied.

Well, if you think I''m gonna let
my mother''s good name be —

Good name!
Nobody has a good name in a bad mouth!

Nobody has a good name
in a silly mouth either.

Didn't you understand me when [ told you people
are saying my mother means to marry this man?

-Yes, yes, I understood you.
-Great gosh! You speak of it so calmly!

-Why shouldn't they marry if they want to?
-Why shouldn't they?

-It's their own affair.
-Why shouldn't they?

-Yes! Why shouldn't they?
-That you can sit there and speak of it!

-Your own sister.
-Oh, for heaven's sake, don't be so theatrical.

Come back here!

Needn't mind, Mary.
I'll see who it is and what they want.

Probably it's only a peddier.

Thank you, Mr. George.

Good afternoon, George.

Your mother expects to go driving with me,
I believe.

If you'll be so kind
as to send her word I'm here.

No.

-I beg your pardon. I said —
-l heard you.

You said you had an engagement
with my mother, and I said no.

What's the matter?

My mother will have no interest
in knowing that you came here today.

-Or any other day.
-'m afraid I don't understand you.

I doubt if I can make it much plainer,
but I'll try.

You're not wanted in this house, Mr. Morgan.

Now or at any other time.
Perhaps you'll understand this.

-Isabel?
-Yes.

I've just come from Eugene.

Yes?

I want to talk to you.

Well!

I can just guess what that was about.

-He's telling her what you did to Eugene.
-You go back to your room.

-You're not going in there!
-You go back to your room.

George! George!

No, you don't, Georgie Minafer!
You'll keep away from there!

-You let go of me!
-l won't! Let them alone!

-Stop taking ahold of me!
-Hush up. Hush up.

Go onto the top of the stairs! Go on!

It's indecent!

Like squabbling outside the door
of an operating room.

The idea of you going in there now.

Jack's telling Isabel the whole thing.

Now you stay here and let him tell her.

-He's got some consideration for her.
-1 suppose you think I haven't.

-You, considerate of anybody?
-'m considerate of her good name.

-Ah!
-Look here.

Seems to me you're taking
a pretty different tack.

I thought you already knew
everything I did.

I was just suffering,
so I wanted to let out a little.

Onh, I was a fool!

Eugene never would have looked at me,
even if he had never seen Isabel.

And they haven't done any harm!

She made Wilbur happy.

She was a true wife to him,
as long as he lived.

But here I go,
not doing myself a bit of good by...

just ruining them.

You told me how all the riffraff in town
were busy with her name,

and the minute I lift my hand to protect her,
you attack me and —

Shh! Your uncle's leaving.

I'll be back, Isabel.

George. Let her alone.

She's down there by herself.
Don't go down.

Let her alone!

Dearest one,

Yesterday I thought the time had come
when [ could ask you fo marry me.

And you were dear enough to tell me,
sometime it might come to that.

But now we are faced not with slander

and not with our own fear of it
because we haven't any,

but someone else's fear of it —

your son's.

Oh, dearest woman in the world,
/ know what your son iIs fo you,

and it frightens me.

Let me explain a little.

/ don't think hell change.

At 21 or 22, so many things appear
solid and permanent and terrible,

which 40 sees
are nothing but disappearing miasma.

Forty can't tell 20 about this.

Twenty can find out
only by getting fo be 40.

And so we come (o this, dear —

Will you live your life your way,

or George's way?

Dear, it breaks my heart for you,

but what you have fo oppose now

Is the history of your own selfless
and perfect motherhood.

Are you strong enough, Isabel?

Can you make a fight?

I promise you
that if you will take heart for I,

you will find so quickly
that it' s all amounted fo nothing.

You shall have happiness,
and only happiness.

I'm saying too much for wisdom, I fear.

But, oh, my dear, won't you be strong?

Such a little short strength
It would need.

Don't strike my life down twice, dear.

This time I've not deserved it

Come in.

Did you read it, dear?

Yes, I did.

All of it?

Yes.

Well, what do you think, Georgie?

-What do you mean?
-You can see how fair he means to be.

Fair?

Fair when he says that he and you
don't care what people say?

What people say?

-That Eugene loves me?
-He's always loved you.

That's true, Georgie.

But you're my mother.

You''re an Amberson.

You just —

Yes, dear?

I don't know, Mother.

I'll write Eugene.

He'll understand.

He'll wait.

Be better this way.

We'll go away for a while, you and I.

Hello.

Lucy, you —

-Haven''t you —
-Haven't I what?

Nothing.

-May I walk with you a little ways?
-Yes, indeed.

-I want to talk to you, Lucy.
-Hope it's about something nice.

Papa's been so glum today,
he's scarcely spoken to me.

-Well, it's —
-Is it a funny story?

May seem like one to you.

Just to begin with,

when you went away,
you didn't let me know.

-Not a word. Not even a line.
-Why, no!

I just trotted off for some visits.

-At least you might have done something.
-Why, no, George.

Don't you remember? We'd had a quarrel.

We didn't speak to each other
all the way home from a long, long drive.

And since we couldn't play together
like good children,

of course it was plain
that we oughtn't to play at all.

Play?

What I mean is, we'd come to the point
where it was time to quit playing,

well, what we were playing.

At being lovers you mean, don't you?

Something like that. It was absurd.

Didn't have to be absurd.

No, it couldn't help but be.

The way I am, and the way you are,
it wouldn't ever be anything else.

This time, I'm going away.

That's what I wanted to tell you, Lucy.

I'm going away tomorrow night,
indefinitely.

I hope you have ever so nice a time,
George.

I don't expect
to have a particularly nice time.

Well then, if I were you, I don't think I'd go.

This is our last walk together, Lucy.

Evidently,
if you're going away tomorrow night.

This is the last time I'll see you, ever.

Ever in my life.

Mother and I are starting on a trip
around the world tomorrow,

and we've made no plans at all
for coming back.

My, that does sound like a long trip.

Do you plan to be traveling all the time, or will
you stay in one place for the greater part of it?

-I think it would be lovely to —
-Lucy!

-I can't stand this.

I''m just about ready
to go in that drugstore there

and ask the clerk to give me something
to keep me from dying in my tracks.

-It's quite a shock, Lucy.
- What is?

To find out just how deeply you care.

To see how much difference
this makes to you.

-George!
-l can't stand this any longer!

I can't, Lucy.

Good-bye, Lucy.

It's good-bye.

-I think it's good-bye for good, Lucy.
-Good-bye, George.

I do hope you have the most splendid trip.

Give my love to your mother.

May I please have a few drops
of aromatic spirits of ammonia

and a glass of water?

For gosh sake, miss!

It's mighty nice of you, Lucy.

You and Eugene to have me over
to your new house my first day back.

You'll probably find the old town
rather dull after Paris.

I found Isabel as well as usual.

Only I'm afraid "as usual"
isn't particularly well.

Struck me Isabel
oughta be in a wheelchair.

What do you mean by that?

Oh, she's cheerful enough.

At least... she manages to seem so.

She's pretty short of breath.

Father's been that way for years,
of course, but...

never nearly so much as Isabel is now.

I told her I thought she oughta
make Georgie let her come home.

"Let her'?

Does she want to?

She doesn't urge it.

George seems to like the life there
in his grand, gloomy, and peculiar way.

She'll never change
about being proud of him and all that.

He's quite a swell.

She does want to come.

She'd like to be with Father,
of course, and I think she's —

Well...

she intimated one day that she
was afraid it might even happen

she wouldn't get to see him again.

Think she was really thinking
of her own state of health.

I see.

And you say he won't let her come home?

Well, uh, I don't think he uses force.

He's very gentle with her.

Doubt if the subject
is mentioned between them, yet —

Yet knowing my interesting nephew
as you do...

wouldn't you think
that was about the way to put it?

Knowing him as I do, yes.

Changed.

So changed.

You mean — You mean the town?

You mean the old place is changed,
don't you, dear?

Yes.

I'll change to a happier place, old dear,
now that you're back in it.

You're going to get well again.

Mr. George will be right down, Mr. Morgan.

Thank you.

I've come to see your mother, George.

I''m sorry, Mr. Morgan.

Not this time, George.
I''m going up to see her.

The doctor said that...
she had to be kept quiet.

-I'll be quiet.

I don't think you should right now.

The doctor says —

Fanny's right, Gene.

Why don't you come back later?

All right.

She wants to see you.

Darling.

-Did you get something to eat?
-Yes, Mother.

-All you needed?
-Yes, Mother.

Are you sure you didn't catch cold
coming home?

I''m all right, Mother.

That''s sweet.

Sweet.

What is, Mother darling?

My hand against your cheek.

I can feel it.

I wonder...

if Eugene and Lucy know
that we've come home.

I''m sure they do.

Has he asked about me?

Yes.

He was here.

Has he gone?

Yes, Mother.

I'd like to have seen him...

just once.

She must rest now.

George!

She loved you.

She loved you.

And now, Major Amberson was engaged

in the profoundest thinking of his life.

And he realized that everything
which had worried him or delighted him

during this lifetime —

all his buying and building
and trading and banking —

that it was all trifling and waste,
beside what concerned him now.

For the mafjor knew now that he had to plan
how to enter an unknown countyy,

where he was not even sure
of being recognized as an Amberson.

Father?

-Father.
-Ah?

The house was in Isabel's name, wasn''t it?

Yes.

Can you remember when
you gave her the deed, Father?

No.

No, I... can't yet remember.

It doesn't matter.

Whole estate's about as mixed up
as an estate can get.

You oughta have that deed, George.

No, don't bother.

Uh —

It must be in the sun.

There wasn't anything here...
but the sun in the first place.

The sun.

The Earth came out of the sun...

and we came out of the Earth.

So, whatever we are,
we must be of the Earth.

Well, odd way
for us to be saying good-bye.

One wouldn't have thought it
even a few years ago.

But here we are.

Two gentlemen of elegant appearance
in a state of bustitude.

Ah, you can't ever tell
what'll happen at all, can you?

Once I stood where we're standing now
to say good-bye to a pretty girl.

Only it was in the old station,
before this was built.

We called it the depot.

We knew we wouldn't see each other
again for almost a year.

I thought I couldn''t live through it.

She stood there crying.

Don't even know where she lives now.

Or if she is living.

If she ever thinks of me,
she probably imagines

I''m still dancing in the ballroom
of the Amberson mansion.

She probably thinks of the mansion
as still beautiful,

still the finest house in town.

Ah, life and money both behave like...

loose quicksilver in a nest of cracks.

When they're gone, you can't tell where,
or what the devil you did with them.

But I... believe I'll say now,

while there isn't much time left

for either of us to get
any more embarrassed, I —

I believe I'll say I've always
been fond of you, Georgie.

I can't say I've always liked you.

But we all spoiled you terribly
when you were a boy.

But you've had a pretty heavy jolt,
and you've taken it pretty quietly.

With the train coming into the shed,
you'll forgive me for saying

there have been times
I thought you oughta be hanged.

And just for a last word,
there may be somebody else in this town

who's always felt about you like that.

Fond of you, I mean, no matter how much
it seems you oughta be hanged.

-You might try —

I must run.

I'll send back the money
as fast as they pay me, so good-bye

and God bless you, Georgie.

Did you ever hear the Indian name
for that little grove of beech trees?

No.

You never did either.

Well?

The name was... Loma-Nashah.

It means "They couldn't help it."

-Doesn't sound like it.
-Indian names don't.

There was a bad Indian chief lived there,
the worst Indian that ever lived.

And his name was —

It was... Vendonah.

-Means "Rides down everything."
-What?

Name was Vendonah,
same thing as "Rides down everything."

I see.

Go on.

Vendonah was unspeakable.

He was so proud, he wore iron shoes
and walked over people's faces with them.

So at last the tribe decided that it wasn''t
a good enough excuse for him

that he was young and inexperienced.

He'd have to go.

So they took him down to the river,
put him in a canoe,

and pushed him out from shore.

And the current carried him
on down to the ocean.

And he never got back.

They didn't want him back, of course.

They hated Vendonah,

but they weren''t able
to discover any other warrior

they wanted to make chief in his place.

They couldn't help feeling that way.

I see.

So that's why they named
the place "They Couldn't Help It."

Must have been.

So, you're going to stay in your garden.

You think it's better just to keep walking
about among your flower beds

till you get old...

like a pensive garden lady
in a Victorian engraving?

Hmm?

I suppose I'm like that tribe
that lived here, Papa.

I had too much unpleasant excitement.

I don't want any more.

In fact, I don't want anything but you.

You don't?

-What was the name of that grove?
-"They couldn't help -~

Oh, the Indian name, I mean.

Oh.

Mola-Haha.

Mola-Haha.

That wasn''t the name you said.

Oh, I've forgotten.

I see you have.

Perhaps you remember
the chief's name better.

I don't.

I hope someday you can forget it.

Please try and understand.

It's not doing either of us any good
going on arguing this way.

-That place you picked out —
-But this boardinghouse is practical.

-And we could be together.
-How?

On eight dollars a week?

I'm only going to be getting
eight dollars a week at the law office.

Why, you'd be paying more
of the expenses than I would.

I'd be paying?

-I'd be paying?
-Certainly, you would.

We'd be using more of your money
than mine.

My money?

My —

I've — I've got $28.

-That's all!
-Twenty-eight?

-Twenty-eight dollars?
-That's all.

I know I told Jack I didn't put everything
in the headlight company,

but I did.

Every cent.

And it's gone.

-Why did you wait till now to tell me?
-I couldn't tell till I had to.

It wouldn't do any good.

My gosh!

Oh, I know what you're gonna do.

You're —
You're gonna leave me in the lurch.

I'm only asking you to be reasonable,

to try and understand that it's impossible
for either of us to go on this way.

-Will you get up!
-l can't.

I''m too weak.

Oh, none of this makes any sense.

Will you get up.

I knew your mother'd
want me to watch over you.

And try and make something
like a home for you.

And I tried.

I tried to make things
as nice for you as I could.

I know that.

I walked my heels down
looking for a place for us to live.

I — I walked and walked over this town.

I didn't ride one block on a streetcar.

I wouldn't use five cents,
no matter how tired I was.

Oh, for the gosh sakes, will you get up!

Don''t sit there
with your back against the boiler.

Get up, Aunt Fanny!

It's not hot, it's cold.

The plumbers disconnected it.

I — I wouldn't mind if they hadn't.

I wouldn't mind if it burned.

I wouldn't mind if it burned me, George!

-Oh, Fanny, for gosh sakes, get up!

Now stop it! Stop it!
Listen to me. Do you hear me?

Stop it! Stop it!

Listen to me now!

There. That's better.

-Now let's see where we stand.

See if we can afford
this place you picked out.

I — I''m sure the boardinghouse
is practical, George.

-I'm sure it's practical!
-1 know it must be practical, Aunt Fanny.

And it is a comfort
to be among — among nice people.

It's all right.
I was thinking of the money, Aunt Fanny.

There's — There's one great economy.

They — They don't allow tipping.

They — They have signs that prohibit it.

That's good.

But the rent's $36 a month,

and dinner's 22 and a half for each of us.

I've got about a hundred dollars left.

A hundred dollars. That''s all.

Won''t need any new clothes for a year.

-Perhaps there —
-Oh, longer.

-So - So, you see.
-Yes, I see.

I see that 36 and 45 make 81.

That's the lowest.
We'll need a hundred dollars a month.

And I'm going to be making 32.

A real flair!

Real flair for the law.

That''s right.
Couldn't wait till tomorrow to begin.

The law's a jealous mistress,
and a stern mistress.

I can't do it. I can't take up the law.

What?

I've come to tell you
that I''ve got to find something quicker,

something that pays from the start.

I can't think of anything just this minute
that pays from the start.

Well, sir, I've heard that they pay very high
wages to people in dangerous trades.

People that handle touchy chemicals
or high explosives.

Men in the dynamite factories.

Thought I'd see
if I couldn't get a job like that.

I want to get started tomorrow, if I could.

Georgie, your grandfather and I
were boys together.

Don't you think I ought to know
what''s the trouble?

Well, sir, it's Aunt Fanny.

She's set her mind
on this particular boardinghouse.

Seems she put everything
in the headlight company.

Well, she's got some old cronies.

I guess she's been looking forward
to the games of bridge

and the harmless kind of gossip
that goes on in such places.

Really, it's the life she'd like
better than anything else.

Struck me that
she's just about got to have it.

I got her in that headlight business with Jack.
I feel a certain responsibility myself.

I''m taking the responsibility.
She's not your aunt, you know, sir.

No, I'm unable to see, even if she's yours,

that a young man is morally called upon
to give up a career at the law

to provide his aunt with a favorable
opportunity to play bridge whist.

All right, all right.

If you promise not to get blown up,
I'll see if we can find you the job.

You certainly are the most practical
young man I ever met.

George Amberson Minafer
walked homeward slowly

through what seemed to be
the strange streets of a strange cily.

For the fown was growing and changing.

It was heaving up in the middle incredibly.

It was spreading incredibly.

And as it heaved and spread,

it befouled itself and darkened its sky.

This was the last walk home

he was ever fo take up National Avenue
fo Amberson Addition

and the big old house
at the foot of Amberson Boulevard.

Tomorrow, they were fo move out.

Tomorrow, everything would be gone.

Mother, forgive me.

God forgive me.

Something had happened.

A thing which, years ago,

had been the eagerest hope
of many, many good citizens of the fown.

And now it came at last

George Amberson Minafer
had got his comeuppance.

He got it three times filled...

and running over.

But those who had so longed for it
were not there fo see I.

And they never knew it.

Those who were still living

had forgotten all about it...

and all about him.

-All right, stay back there, now.
-He run into me as much as I run into him.

And if he gets well, he ain't gonna get
not one single cent out of me!

I''m perfectly willing to say I'm sorry for him,
and so's the lady with me.

Wonderful the damage one of these
little machines can do. You'd never believe it.

All right, sonny.
Back in your car, back in your car.

All right. Stay back there now.

What are you going to do, Papa?

I''m going to him.

You coming, Papa?

How is he?

-How is Georgie?
-He's going to be all right.

Fanny, I wish you could have seen
George's face when he saw Lucy.

You know what he said to me
when we went into that room?

He said...

"You must have known my mother
wanted you to come here today,

so that I could ask you to forgive me."

We shook hands.

I never noticed before
how much like Isabel Georgie looks.

You know something, Fanny?

I wouldn't tell this to anybody but you.

But it seemed to me
as if someone else was in that room.

And that through me,
she brought her boy under shelter again.

And that I'd been true at last...

to my true love.

Ladies and gentlemen,
The Magnificent Ambersons

was based on Booth Tarkington's novel.

Stanley Cortez was the photographer.

Mark-Lee Kirk designed the sefs.

Al Fields dressed them.

Robert Wise was the film editor.

Freddie Fleck was the assistant director.

Edward Stevenson
designed the ladies' wardrobe.

The special effects
were by Vernon L. Walker.

The sound recording
was by Balley Fesler and James G. Stewart.

Here's the cast —

Eugene. Joseph Cotten.

Isabel: Dolores Costello.

Lucy: Anne Baxter.

George: Tim Holt.

Fanny: Agnes Moorehead.

Jack: Ray Collins.

Roger Bronson: Erskine Sanford.

Major Amberson: Richard Bennelt.

I wrote the script and directed 1.

My name is Orson Welles.

This is a Mercury Production.