All language subtitles for O Henrys Full House (1952) DvdRip XviD AEN Cd2.Eng

- Behrman!
- I'm sorry.

I'm just a little bit tipsy.
Now, just-

Go on, sing!
It's a happy occasion.

What do you care
About Joanna?

You've done everything you could
to keep her from getting well.

I don't ask you
to forgive me. I-

I just want you
to understand.

Please, go away.

It's only today that...

for the first time,
I finally realized what I really am.

A three-dollar painter.

No more, no less.

My paintings, they've got
nothing to say to nobody.

And I know why.

It is because I
got nothing to say.

And when an artist knows...

there's nothing left for him to do
but just to drown himself.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Mr. Behrman, I'm so upset,
I don't know what I'm saying half the time.

Don't worry, Susan.

You really didn't say nothing
that wasn't true.

What are we going to do?

I was right
about the leaves.

There's just one left now.

It'll be gone by morning,
and when Jo wakes up-

But that kind of thing
can't happen, can it?

It- It just can't happen.

Have courage, Susan.

And if a prayer
of an old goat will help...

your sister will get well.

Don't worry. She'll get well.
She'll get well.

- Susan?
- Here I am, Jo.

Let me see the leaves.

- No, not now.
- But I want to know.

- Later, Jo. Later.
- Please, Sue.

It hung on, Jo,
right through the storm.

Isn't that something?

And if one brave
little leaf can do it...

you can do it too.

How do you feel?

I'm hungry, Doctor.

Well, that's the first sense
you've made in days.

- Some broth?
- Yeah.

Well, I'll... I'll stop by tonight...

uh, just to say hello.

- Sue?
- Yes?

Could I... Could I have
my mirror and my brush?

Oh, Sue!

What's going on?

I'll find out.

- What is it, Mrs. O'Brien?
- Why, it's the old man.

- That artist fellow upstairs in 3-B.
- Mr. Behrman?

He was drunk last night,
staggering around in the snow.

I saw him kneeling on the ground
as though he were a dog or something.

- What happened?
- An old man his age in the snow for hours?

His heart gave out.
They found him this morning. He's dead.

Oh, he was crazy
like all them artists.

Imagine, in the middle of the night,
he come and asked me for a lantern.

Oh, but he was a nice
old coot at that, you know?

What is it, Sue?

- Behrman?
- Yes.

What happened?

He died last night.

Oh.

- Poor old Behrman.
- Yes.

Poor old Behrman.

It won't be the same without
all that noise upstairs-

stomping around, breaking things
every time he finished a painting.

He was a good friend
of ours, Jo.

Too bad he wasn't
a better artist.

I could never make head or tail
out of anything he ever painted.

I think you're wrong, Jo.

He was a great artist.

Someday I'll tell you
how great.

O. Henry had been,
at one time or another...

a druggist, cowboy,
bookkeeper, reporter, editor.

To O. Henry, no one was too good
to slip or too bad to climb.

Consider
"The Ransom of Red Chief".

It happens in rural Alabama
in the early 1900s.

There you are, William.
Six miles to our destination.

Just about
the right distance away.

Let's take a look
over this way.

- This looks like a likely spot.
- Not to me.

William, this is
a perfect hideaway.

Look, a cave, running water,
all the comforts of home.

Mmm. I don't like any place
that hasn't got a door on it.

A nice, quiet spot
to spend a few days.

And nights. Slick, have you ever
slept out of doors?

William, don't tell me
you're afraid of the country.

There's nothing I'm not afraid of,
especially the country.

Why, every time I see a-What's that?

- What is it?
- William, don't act like a child.

It's nothing but a squirrel
or a cat of some sort.

Well, do something.
Get rid of it! Hurry up!

Go away, pussy.
Go away. Nice pussy.

Go away, pussy.
Go on, go on, go on!

You see, it's nothing
if you're not afraid.

But I am.

Never let an animal
know that you're afraid.

It's no use. They seem
to sense it somehow.

Come on. Let's unload
the provisions and get into town.

You know, Slick, I think we should give up
the whole scheme.

- It worries me.
- Why?

Kidnapping.
It's against the law.

You can't go around throwing sacks
over strangers' heads.

You weren't worried about the law when we
sold that oil stock up there in Peoria.

That was different.
They were old friends of ours.

We knew them intimately.

There's something impersonal about an
oil well. I wouldn't know one if I saw it.

An oil well is a hole in the ground
surrounded by suckers.

Mmm. I still think kidnapping's
no way to raise money.

That gets down
to a matter of opinion.

Which one of us
is the smarter?

How many times have you
been in jail, William?

- Six times.
- I have only been incarcerated twice.

So the answer is obvious.

I don't like it.
It involves children.

We need money. We have all that little bonanza
gold mine stock you had printed...

and we can't sell it
without a nugget.

Now, Joe Collins has a nugget
that's as big as a cobblestone.

We've gotta raise enough money
to buy that nugget.

- Will he trust ya?
- Not again.

You insist that kidnapping
is the only solution.

William, for a quick,
safe return on your investment...

you simply cannot
beat kidnapping.

I regard it as even a sounder proposition than
swindling widows and orphans.

And that is particularly true down here
in this Peruna-and-chitlins country...

for the natives down here
share one outstanding weakness.

- They love their children.
- It's too risky.

Suppose you kidnap an orphan?
Who pays to get him back?

William, don't be
so pessimistic.

- You know anything about children?
- Only one thing.

Children have to do what
grown-ups tell them to do...

because we're bigger
than they are.

- I don't like it.
- William, we're procrastinating.

Let's finish unloading this stuff and get
into town and find our victim.

- Mornin', folks.
- Mornin'.

We'd like to get
a little water for our car.

- Sure.
- And some information, please.

Pete'll get you the water.
What do you wanna know, mister?

Say, mighty nice country
you got around here.

- Sure is pretty.
- Is it?

If a person wanted to buy some of this land,
who'd he have to see?

Why do you wanna
buy the land for?

- What do you wanna raise?
- It ain't good for much.

You want bottom land
or, uh, hill country?

Uh, which is better?

Well, it depends upon
what you want it for.

- Bottom land.
- Reckon Eb Dorset could fix you up.

He's foreclosed on about as much land
as anybody else.

But why do you wanna
buy the land for?

Eb Dorset?
Which Dorset is that?

Well, there ain't only one
Dorset, and that's Eb.

Yeah, he married
the Yarborough girl.

Why do you wanna
buy the land for?

Married the Yarborough girl.
Say, I seem to remember that.

Uh, was that union blessed
with any issue?

Uh-

- What did you say?
- Have they got any children?

You know, those little objects people get
after they're married.

Yeah. Well, I reckon
you could say they have in a way.

- Yeah.
- May I ask what you mean by that foggy response?

Well, I reckon you could call J.B. a child,
if you wanted to.

- J.B.?
- J.B.?

- That's what they call him.
- Oh, it's a boy.

- I reckon you might, uh, call him a boy.
- Yeah.

How old is he?

J.B. is nigh
on to 10 now.

What a lovable age in a boy.

Where did you say
the Dorsets were living now?

- Didn't say.
- Down the road a piece.

A little white house
with broken windows.

You ain't told us why did you wanna
buy the land for.

You know, I find your conversation rather
limited, but very stimulating.

- Thank you.
- Thanks a lot. Thanks a lot, fellas.

- Hope to see more of ya later.
- See you later.

Thanks, son.

Sally Mae, you better lock yourself up in
your room until them Yankees get outta town.

Aw, Pa.

What did he say
that place was?

A little white house
with broken windows.

Oh, yeah.

Dinner ready?

Unlessen you wanna wait
for J.B.

He's late again.

When'd he go out?

Night 'fore last.

Oughta be gettin' hungry
by now.

I'd better set
a place for him.

Yep, he's home now.

Ebenezer, two men just drove up
in a motorcar.

They did?

Well, I'll be.

Now they're puttin' a sack
over J.B.'s head.

No.

Now they're totin' him away.

They must be strangers.

More than likely.

Set him down over here.

Are you all right, J.B.?

If we untie you, will you promise to behave
yourself and not run away?

Did you hear me?
I said, did you hear me?

Are you frightened?
Hmm.

Well, all right,
if you wanna stay tied up.

Now, listen, J.B.

You are in the hands of two desperate men,
and you must behave yourself.

- Is that right, William?
- Yeah, you better behave yourself.

Yes, you've got-
Put that knife away. Put it away.

- William, take that knife away from J.B.
- I'd rather you did it.

J.B., William and I have decided
you may keep the knife.

- Does that make you happy?
- I don't like you.

- What'd you say?
- I said, I don't like you.

- J.B., you mustn't be afraid of us.
- We're your friends.

I'm going back downtown and leave a ransom
note in your father's mailbox.

And if he pays the little sum
we're asking for you...

you will be returned home
immediately, safe and sound.

Do you understand?

Excuse us a minute, J.B.
How much you gonna ask for him?

I intended opening up
with a bid of 2,000.

Two thousand? I think you're
overestimating this kid's charm.

The trouble with you is
you don't understand human nature.

The blacker the sheep,
the quicker they bail 'em out.

And if I'm any judge
of black sheep...

we have come up
with a collector's item.

Anybody who'd pay $2,000
for him's out of his mind.

I heard what you said.

I don't like ya,
but you're not dumb.

Thank you, J.B.
Thank you.

Money isn't everything.
I'm convinced 2,000's too much.

Perhaps you're right. I'll cut it to 1,500.
I'd better get along.

I'll drop a note in the Dorset mailbox
the minute it gets dark.

- How long will you be gone?
- Good heavens!

Don't tell me you're afraid
to stay here with this child.

Slick, why don't you stay
and let William go?

- Very practical idea.
- No, it's too late, J.B. Our plans are all made.

Don't you think it'd be better
if we tied him up again, and we'll both go?

Look, you just build a fire,
give J.B. something to eat...

and make friends with him.

Make friends with him?
Just hurry back.

- Eb?
- Huh?

A man's puttin' somethin'
in the mailbox.

Thought he would.

You want I should
go out and fetch it?

Never mind.
Morning's soon enough.

William, the ransom note
has been delivered.

There's nothing to do
but await results.

How have you and J.B.
been getting along?

Slick, stay where you are.
Don't make any sudden moves.

What's the trouble, William?

If the light were better, you could see that in
his left hand, J.B.'s holding my good watch...

and in his right hand, a large rock
capable of enormous destruction.

Please don't do anything rash.

Now, J.B., is that any way to act?
I ask you-

It won't do any good to talk.

Yes, J.B.

How did he
get the watch?

We were having dinner, and suddenly he put
a red-hot boiled potato down my back...

and mashed it
with his foot.

- Why?
- We had a slight difference of opinion.

- He wanted me to call him Red Chief.
- Red Chief?

Yeah. He wanted to play Indian,
and I didn't want to.

I see no reason why you couldn't oblige
the little fella, William.

Except that he
wanted to scalp me.

Surely, J.B., there must be another way
to play Indian.

Red Chief gotta ride back
to reservation.

Warn his people
palefaces comin'.

Red Chief need horse.

Oh, no, not that.

If William is your horse,
will you give him his watch back?

After paleface horse.

I won't do it.
I refuse.

I'll speak to him
in Indian, J.B.

What paleface say?

William will be your horse, J.B.
All right, William.

Slick, stay there.

Horse, right there.

How far is it
to the reservation?

Ten miles
to the reservation.

Maybe there's a shortcut.
Oh! Ow! Slick!

- Get back! No fair!
- Keep quiet. Keep quiet.

- Keep still. Keep still.
- No fair! No fair!

Now, stay over there.

There you are, William.
I got his knife too.

No reason to let a child
get the best of you.

- That's true only in theory.
- Now, J.B., we'll have no more of this nonsense.

Paleface lie.
Fool Red Chief.

Red Chief never forget.

Something tells me
our triumph is only temporary.

- Paleface not dumb.
- Thank you, J.B.

Don't you think we oughta tie the kid up
before we go to bed?

I've got his knife.

We've hidden every other dangerous
weapon around the camp.

What is there
to worry about?

Remember what he said
before he went to sleep?

Yes, it's nothing.
I heard what he said.

- Do you remember? What was it?
- Yeah.

He said, "Paleface make'm prayer great
white father. Tell him good-bye".

- And what else did he say?
- "Red Chief never forget".

And you say there's nothing
to worry about?

William, if you persist in this attitude,
you'll have me worried.

There's enough worry
for both of us.

Come, William.
Let's get a good night's sleep.

"Red Chief never forget".

Slick. Slick. Slick!

- Huh?
- Wake up. Don't move.

Show him you're not afraid.

Run, William.

- I can't run far, Slick.
- We're going up a tree, William.

- Can bears climb trees?
- Here he comes. We'll soon find out.

William, I think
it's a cinnamon bear.

I don't care what flavor he is.
He's more apt to taste me.

Hey, paleface. You want Red Chief
to get the bear outta here?

Yes, get him outta here.
Get him outta here.

- What will you give me?
- You can have your knife back, J.B.

How 'bout your watch, William?

Sure. Gladly.
You can have the chain too.

Slick, I'll take
your watch too.

Yes, J.B.

- Coming up right away.
- Just get him away.

And will both y'all
play Indian with me?

- Any-Anything you say, J.B.
- Anything. Just get him away.

All right. Go on!
Get outta here! Go on!

Get outta here!

Go on! Get outta here!

Yeah! Go on!
Get outta here!

Go on! Get outta here!
Get goin'!

Go on!
Go on! Get outta here!

Go on! Get outta here!
Go on!

All right. You can come down now.
We'll play Indian.

Hurry up,
or I'll call the bear back.

Come on!

I'm looking forward to
it with great pleasure, J.B.

Shh. William. Shh.

William, you don't have to
war whoop anymore.

He's been asleep
for the last five minutes.

Just don't wake him up.

Slick, this has been
the worst night of my life.

I don't think
I can take any more.

William, you should be
ashamed of yourself...

letting a little child
break your spirit.

That's enough, Slick. I'll take it from him,
but not from you.

- You're just as frightened as I am.
- Me, frightened?

Yes, you. He said he'd burn you at the stake
at sunrise, and you're afraid he'd do it.

And what's more, he would too. And if I hear
you mutter one more of those platitudes-

Shh, shh.
William, you're right.

I am afraid.

That's better.

If I could only hold out till his father
delivers the money. If he does.

- That may be quite a while.
- What do you mean, quite a while?

I told him in the note to bring the money
at 6:00 tomorrow night.

- Oh, no.
- I just wanted to give him time to get it.

What time is it now?

Shall I wake J.B. up
and ask him?

William, what on earth
is the matter with you?

- That's a silly question.
- Where's J.B.?

Probably out digging worms
for our supper.

What happened to your eye?

He did it with a slingshot and a boulder
as big as that derby of yours.

I suggest you put the water on your eye,
not, uh-

While I was dazed, he pushed me,
and I sat in the campfire.

This is the only place
where I feel comfortable.

William, what I have to tell you
isn't going to make you feel any better.

Don't tell me
you didn't get the money.

Here, help me up.

No, William,
I didn't get the money.

Slick, forget the 1,500.

Take a thousand, 500.
You can take it outta my share.

Look what he did to me.

Yes, I see what you mean.
But wait till you hear this.

This is from J.B.'s father.
It says, "Gentlemen"... That's us.

"My heart goes out to you.

As a token of my sympathy,
I hereby offer you a counterproposition.

- For $250 in cash-
- He's crazy.

I will take J.B.
off your hands".

We won't pay it. We'll just go and leave
the little monster here.

I'm afraid he's thought
of that, William.

It says, "For your information,
I am the sheriff of this county...

Oh, no.

and there is only one road
out of where you are now".

- What'll we do?
- "If my proposition interests you gentlemen...

I suggest that you bring
J.B. back after dark...

as otherwise, the neighbors,
who have been celebrating his loss...

may do you a harm.

Signed, Ebenezer Dorset".

Have you ever heard of such rustic, uh,
unmitigated impudence?

I think his father's a spendthrift
to make such a liberal offer.

- After all, what's $250?
- $250?

William, that's
every penny we have.

Slick, I beg you,
I urge you, I implore you.

It's only money.
Please pay it!

All right, William.
If you insist.

But, uh, to return J.B.
you have to catch him first.

- Now, I suggest-
- Shh. Here he comes.

Good evening, J.B.

Hi, Slick.
You didn't get the money, did ya?

I sure did.
I've got it right in here.

- You mean my father paid ya?
- He certainly did.

- Let's see.
- It's right in here. Look right in there.

There you are. Don't move.
You'll get hurt.

I've got you, J.B.

- I give up! I give up! Here, William.
- Okay.

For me?
Thank you, J.B.

William, I've changed
my mind about ya.

- You have? That's nice.
- I still don't like ya.

- But now I think you're dumb.
- Why?

- That stuff you're holding.
- You mean these flowers you gave me?

Part of it's flowers,
but the rest of it's poison ivy.

Poison ivy?
Why, you-

- Just once, please!
- No, William. I forbid you-

- I'm gonna get this one time-
- William, control yourself.

220, 225, 230-

Pa, I don't wanna
stay here.

- I wanna go with 'em.
- Ah.

- Twist his arm, Ebenezer.
- I'll be good. I'll be good.

235, 240, 245-

Y'all better take
another look, mister.

That last five-dollar bill
is a one.

- Please, Slick.
- Say, you're right, madam.

Thank you for
correcting me. 245.

There we are. $250.

Have you folks thought of investing
this cash into good, safe prop-

Please, Slick. How far is it
to the state line?

- It ain't far.
- You think you can hold him?

Well, I ain't as strong
as I used to be...

but I think I can promise you
at least 10 minutes.

We'd be very grateful.

- Good-bye, J.B.
- Good-bye, J.B.

Good-bye, Slick. Good-bye, William.
I hope I see you again.

There's only
a bare chance, J.B.

Don't count on it.

You got a gold mine
in that boy.

- Is anybody coming?
- Not a sign.

But don't slow down.

Outwitted by a mere child.

You have no brains,
and I have no courage.

An unbeatable combination.

Slick, what do we do now?

Get out those little
bonanza gold mine certificates.

I wouldn't have the nerve
to sell that phony stock now.

Pull yourself together,
William.

What is a confidence man
without confidence?

At the turn of the century,
certain social leaders in New York...

claimed that only 400 people
were worth knowing.

In disagreement, O. Henry wrote a volume
he called The Four Million.

He thought everybody
was worth knowing.

Now the very term "400"
is almost forgotten.

But from The Four Million...

"The Gift of the Magi" is as fresh and alive
as the day it was written.

O. Henry said,
"The Magi were the Wise Men...

the wonderfully wise men who brought gifts
to the babe in the manger.

They invented the art
of giving Christmas presents. "

And that invention was still operating
when this story begins-

in the year of our Lord,
1905.

- Good morning, Mrs. Young.
- Oh, good morning, Mr. Schultz.

- How is your lumbago?
- Huh?

- I said, how is your lumbago?
- Can't hear you.

My compliments to the cook
on this morning's coffee.

Aw, I made the coffee
myself this morning.

Cook isn't here today.
I gave all the servants the day off.

- It's Christmas Eve, you know.
- Oh, yes. So it is.

- And I haven't bought your present yet.
- Oh?

It's just as well,
because I've changed my mind again.

Oh?

Yes. I've decided
I don't want the diamond tiara.

No, I... I must have
a sealskin coat.

You see, it's the only fur
I haven't got, and I simply must have it.

All right. I'll buy it
right after lunch.

Lunch. I'm glad you mentioned that.
Now, tell me the truth.

Aren't you a bit weary of going
to Delmonico's every day?

Just this once, wouldn't you
like something from home...

wrapped up
in this cunning little box?

- That'd be very nice.
- Yeah?

There you have it.

White meat of turkey,
brandied cherries...

oh, a bit
of chestnut dressing and-

Let me see. Oh, yes.
Some of those little ice cakes...

you were so fond of
on our honeymoon in Paris.

- Della?
- Yes?

Is it awful... not having
all these things for real?

I have you...

and that's for real.

Quarter past. Well, let's see if St. Benedict's
on time this morning.

It's 14 after.
He's a whole minute fast.

That gives me one more minute
to tell you I love you.

Oh, Jim!

Oh, now, you know I'll just have to
put it all up again.

I remember the first time I saw you,
just a year ago.

At Mr. Crump's
Christmas party.

And I thought, someday,
I must take out the pins...

and see that hair fall down
around her waist.

For that, I'd be willing
to marry her.

Why, Mr. Young,
what an improper thought.

- Not at all.
- Oh, I was so glad I went to that party.

I saw you almost at once,
and I thought to myself...

if he's married,
I shall ask her to give him up.

- Why, Mrs. Young, what an improper thought.
- Not at all.

I thought no one would introduce us,
so I asked you for the time.

Remember? And you brought out
your beautiful watch...

and I thought,
he must be very rich.

And for one wonderful moment, there
was no one at that party but you and me.

No one in the world
but you and me.

- You and your wonderful hair.
- And you and your wonderful watch.

- It is handsome, isn't it?
- The handsomest in New York.

You should have a platinum fob
to go with it instead of this leather string.

Jim, why, that solves it!

Your Christmas present.
I've been wondering what to get you.

A platinum watch fob
with diamonds to match my tiara.

You changed your mind,
remember?

- It's a sealskin coat.
- Can't we afford both?

It's 26 after. Not unless I get to the office
and earn some money.

It'll only take me a second.
I'll walk with you as far as the butcher shop.

How's your lumbago,
Mr. Schultz?

It's better today, thank you.
Good morning.

It's your last day. Tomorrow you can stay
inside and take care of yourself.

Oh, thank heaven
she didn't buy them.

They'd be terrible
in her hair.

They once were worn
by a Chinese empress.

- Cost $25.
- Jim, h-how do you-

I priced them day before yesterday.
I thought maybe if they weren't too much-

The diamond tiara will look much better
with the sealskin.

Now, come on.
You'll be late for work.

Well, what would you like
for Christmas dinner?

Now, tell me, aren't you getting
a little tired of turkey?

How about a goose stuffed with apples
or a duck with orange sauce?

Get whatever you like.
Surprise me.

But don't stay on your feet too long.
You know what-

Mrs. Schultz said a walk every day was
good for me, and she's had seven.

You want something?

Oh, I'd like a pound of ground chuck beef
and a half pound of sausage.

Uh, will that be enough
to make a meat loaf just for two people?

I suppose so.

Fifty, 75, a dollar,
a dollar quarter, a dollar 50...

60, 75, 80, 85, 86, 87.

What can one do with a dollar
and 87 cents?

Yes?

Uh, are you Maurice?

I am.

What can I do
for you, madam?

Do you buy hair?

If it's good, yes.

Would you buy mine?

Well, let's have
a look at it, madam, right in here.

Sit down.

Oh, madam!

Oh, it is magnificent!

It is beautiful!

Such quality, such beauty,
such sheen.

Eh, it is not bad.

I will give you,
uh, $20.

Twenty? I need-

Oh, I mean, couldn't you please
make it just a little bit more? Say, 22.50?

Twenty is my price for this particular
length and thickness.

Take it or leave it.

Well...

can you- can you cut it quickly
so I won't change my mind?

Oh, naturally, madam.
Naturally.

Now, let me see.

Now, it is better
if you close your eyes.

Say, isn't that clock a little slow?

You're right. That clock's
four minutes slow.

- Mr. Young?
- Yes, Mr. Crump?

- You show a great deal of interest in the time.
- Yes, sir.

Am I to remind you that time is what
I'm paying you for, at $17.50 a week?

Yes, sir.

At 54 hours a week,
that's nearly 33 cents an hour...

approximately
half a cent a minute.

- That's right, sir.
- Time, young man, is money.

Christmas Eve here
is just December the 24th.

I understand, Mr. Crump.

For two cents, I'd-

- How much is two cents?
- Four minutes.

I was counting on his
letting us off early today.

I've got to get a present
for Margaret.

- What are you gonna buy for your wife?
- I don't know.

It all depends on the size
of our Christmas bonus from old Crump.

I don't think
it'll be $500.

Five hundred?
Not likely.

That's what
a sealskin coat costs.

Tell me, Bill, why does a woman
wanna wear the skin of a seal?

Who knows?

Shh. He's coming back.

Gentlemen, your attention for one moment.

I'm sorry to announce that because business
has been very poor this year...

as you who keep my books
must know...

there will not be
the usual Christmas bonus.

However, because I've dispensed
with the usual Christmas party...

I am adding per capita
the cost of that party to your checks.

Each of you will receive-
an extra three dollars.

Merry Christmas.

Cheer up, Jim.
For that three dollars...

you can buy her
one sealskin earmuff.

Genuine platinum.

He is pretty, nein?
For your husband?

He is quiet,
but he's of real value.

Yes, that describes
him exactly.

Oh! Oh, I thought you
meant Jim, my husband.

Maybe I did.

He must be a good man
if you marry him.

Oh, thank you.

It's the only fob I've ever seen that's
as beautiful as his watch.

It's not just
an ordinary watch.

It was his father's
and his grandfather's...

and it will be
handed on down to-

That is, if we have a son.

And you will.
You will have a boy.

This fob, it'll bring you luck,
I bet you.

Mr. Menkie, all I have
is 21 dollars and 87 cents...

but I do so want to take
the fob home with me tonight.

Could I... Could I pay you
the rest later?

What is this "later"?

Do you think I'm squeezing blood
out of a stone?

For you... I make
a special price.

Twenty dollars.

Oh, Mr. Menkie!

Oh, thank you!
Thank you!

Mr. Schultz, did I wish you
a merry Christmas?

- I don't know. Maybe. I think so.
- Well, I want to.

I want everyone to have a merry Christmas,
even Santa Claus.

God bless you.

Oh, dear God,
let him still love me.

Please let him still love me.

- Say, where's Jim? Jim, come on.
- I haven't seen him.

We're going to Clancy's Saloon
and have a hot-buttered rum.

- No, thanks, fellas.
- Come on. It's Christmas Eve.

No, my wife's alone.
She worries if I'm late.

- Merry Christmas!
- Merry Christmas to you.

Poor fella henpecked,
isn't he?

- Did you ever see his wife?
- No.

You should be henpecked
so nice.

Hello.

- Don't turn it-
- Why not?

Oh, Jim,
don't look at me that way.

It'll grow out again.
You know how fast my hair grows.

But- But what-

I cut it off and sold it...

because I couldn't have lived through
Christmas without giving you a present.

You cut off your hair?

Yes. And sold it.

But it doesn't matter
so much, does it, Jim?

I'm still me
without my hair.

I can't believe it.

Your hair-

I... It's gone.

You needn't look for it, Jim.
It's sold, I tell you.

Oh, Jim, tell me
it doesn't matter.

Tell me I look all right.
Even if you don't mean it, tell me.

Oh, say "merry Christmas"
and open your present, darling.

Why, it's all right, darling.
It- It looks- looks fine.

It'd take more than a haircut
to make me love my girl any less.

- Honestly?
- Honestly.

I, uh... I...

I stopped on my way home and...
bought something for you.

Oh, Jim!

Oh, Jim!

They're not-

Why, my hair
grows so fast, Jim.

By spring I can wear them.

Oh, but- but you haven't opened
your present, darling.

Isn't it beautiful? You'll have to look at
your watch a hundred times a day now.

Put it on.
Put it on, and let's see.

Della, darling, why don't we put our
Christmas presents away for a while?

They're much too nice
to use just now.

You see, I sold the watch
to buy you the combs.

Oh, Jim!