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(exciting fanfare music)

(mellow music)

(mellow music continues)

(lighthearted music)

(whistle blowing)

♪ A jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ Which nobody can deny ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ Which nobody can deny ♪

(guests laughing)

- [Guest 1 ] Bottoms up, Chris.

Bottoms up, old boy. (laughing)

(guests chattering)

(glass clinking)

- Well boys, I hate to
break up a good party,

but you can't keep a
woman waiting, can you?

You know how it is, boys.

(guests laughing)

- [Guest 1 ] Yes we do, Mr. Hogarth.

- [Guest 2] That's right, JJ.

- I'll say you can't, JJ.

- I see you can all understand, all right.

(guests laughing)

Well, believe you me, boys,

I've had the time of my life tonight.

And speaking of time,

I have here a 14-karat 17-jewel timepiece.

And that's only right

because the man I'm giving it to

is a 14-karat 17-jewel cashier.

- [Guest 1 ] Hear hear. Hear hear.

- Pass it along to him, boys.

- Oh, that's a beautiful watch, JJ.

- It certainly is.
- Oh, it's wonderful.

- [Guest 3] He deserves this.

- [Guest 2] It's a dilly.

Beautiful watch, Chris.

- Chris.

- [Guest 4] Certainly deserves it too.

- Read what's engraved inside, Chris.

- "To my friend Christopher Cross,

in token of 25 years of faithful service.

From JJ Hogarth, 1909-1934."

(guests applauding)

- Speech, speech.

- Speak up, Chris, speak up.

Come on, Chris, speech.

- Well, I, I hardly know what to say, JJ.

This, why, it's beautiful.

I never expected to own a watch like this.

No sir, I ...

Well, all I can say is that
we've got the best boss

in New York.

(guests applauding)

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ Which nobody can deny ♪

- Good boy, Chris.

- Good luck, Chris.

- Congratulations, old
boy, congratulations.

- Good boy, Chris, good boy.

- Uh, thank you, Chris.

Thank you, my old friend.

God bless you.

- Thank you.

- Have a smoke before I go.

- Well, I, I, I don't usually, JJ.

- Go ahead and try it.

It's made special for me. A dollar apiece.

Here, Charlie.

- Oh, thanks.

(guests chattering)

(guests laughing)

- Thank you.

- You're not superstitious,
are you, Chris?

- No, no, no sir. No, sir.

- Now don't break up a good party

just because I've got to go.

Everything is charged to JJ.

- [Guest 1 ] Oh, that's
very nice of you, boss.

- So you can drink all you want.

Only don't come in late Monday
morning with a hangover.

(guests laughing)

- [Guest 2] Don't worry, we won't.

We'll be right there on time.

- Good night, boys.

- [Guest 2] Good night, boss.

(guests chattering)

- [Guest 1 ] Great, let's see that watch.

- [Guest 2] It certainly
is beautiful treasure.

- Oh boy, aren't you a lucky dog?

- I'll treasure this
for the rest of my life.

- I'll bet you will.

- Hey fellas, look.

Look, come here. Hurry.

Get a load of that dame.

- That's JJ's wife?

(guests laughing)

- [Guest 1 ] The boss is stepping out.

(guests laughing)

- [Guest 2] See, if I
had his dough he's got,

I'd step out too.

- [Guest 3] Might be
load of laundry tonight.

(guests laughing)

(Chris sighs)

- Nothing like the smell of spring.

- Which way do you go, Chris?

- Well, I guess, I'll
take the East Side subway.

Gets me to Brooklyn a little quicker.

Say, you haven't got an umbrella.

Now, I'll take you to your bus.

- Oh, no, that's out of your way.

- Oh, I don't mind walking.

You know, fresh air, spring. (chuckles)

Hey, I'm a little drunk. (chuckles)

(rain pattering)

- Well, never mind, I'll
catch the next one.

You go on over to the subway.

- Oh, I don't mind waiting.

I, I feel kinda lonely tonight.

Say, uh, Charlie.

Uh, do you suppose JJ is running around

with that young lady?

- It looks that way.

- I, I, I wonder what it's like.

- What, Chris?

- Well, to be loved by
a young girl like that.

You know, nobody ever
looked at me like that,

not even when I was young.

- Yes, when we're young, we
have dreams that never pan out,

but we go on dreaming.

- When I was young, I
wanted to be an artist.

You know, I dreamt I was gonna
be a great painter someday.

(Chris chuckles)

So, I'm a cashier.

- Do you still paint?

- Yeah, every Sunday.

- Well, that's one way to kill time.

You know, Sunday's one day of
the week that I don't like.

I never know what to do with myself.

- Well, why don't you come
over tomorrow and see me?

- Thanks, Chris, I'll do that.

Goodnight, Chris.

- [Chris] Goodnight,
Charlie. See you tomorrow.

- [Charlie] Yeah, goodnight.

- Hmm, stopped raining.

- Yeah, a half hour ago.

- Oh, which way is it
to the East Side subway?

- Around the corner,
past the El, four blocks.

- Oh, thank you, Officer.

I guess I got turned around.

These streets are all mixed
up in Greenwich Village.

- Yes.

(train rattling)

- Is he hurt?

- I'll go call a policeman.

- [Kitty] No, wait, wait!

- [Chris] Officer, Officer!

- Where'd he go?

- In that direction.

- What does he look like?

- I don't know.

- I didn't see his face.

- He took $ 15.

He didn't believe it was all I had,

so he began pushing me around.

Then this gentleman ran
in and knocked him down.

- That's right, Officer,
he was right there.

- I couldn't hold him. He got up and ran.

- Wait here.

- Come on, let's get out of here.

- But we, we have to wait for the officer.

- I don't wanna get my name
in the newspaper, do you?

- What, the newspaper?

- Sure, we'll have to go
down to the station house

and make a complaint.

Then every time they make an arrest,

they send detectives to
your house for weeks.

Oh, it's a nuisance.

- Hmm.

- Won't you take me home?

- Why, yes.

Well, sure, that is...

Well, if you think that.

- Well, here's where I live.

(mellow music)

Oh, I'm sorry, I can't ask you to come up,

but I share my apartment
with another girl, Millie.

Goodnight, and thanks for everything.

- Uh, don't you, don't
you want a cup of coffee?

♪ Come to me, my ♪

- All right.

♪ Melancholy baby ♪

♪ Cuddle up and don't be blue ♪

♪ All your fears are foolish ♪

- Hello, Kitty.

- Hello, Tiny. Oh, this is Mister, uh-

- Cross.

- Glad to know you, Mr. Cross.

- Oh, how do you do?

- You seen Johnny?

- No, not since he left here.

- Two coffees, please.

- Oh, I think I'll change my mind.

I could stand a drink. A Rum Collins.

- [Tiny] One Rum Collins?

- Uh, yes, yes.

- Oh, come on, keep me company.

- Well, you see, I've already
had a good deal of champagne.

- You want champagne?

- Oh, no, no, no.

Make mine the same.

Ever since I first saw you,

I, I was wondering what your name was.

Kitty?

- It's really Katherine.

Katherine March.

My friends call me Kitty.

(Chris chuckles)

What do your friends call you?

- Uh, Chris.

- Chris Cross. Crisscross!

- Yes, the boys tease me
about it, but I don't mind.

(mellow music)

- Why are you looking at me?

Is my face dirty?

- It's beautiful.

- I'll bet it is.

(Kitty gasps)

Gee, I'm a sight!

- Oh, thank you, sir.

- Cheers, Chris.

- Oh, Miss March, uh.

- Kitty.

- Yes, Miss, I mean, Kitty.

Well, look, Kitty, since I'm
old enough to be your father-

- You're not so old.

- You don't think so?

- Well, you're not a boy.

You're just, uh, mature.

I like mature people.

- Well, what I wanted to say

was you shouldn't be alone in
the street so late at night.

- I was coming home from work.

- [Chris] You work this late?

- Mm-hmm.

- What do you do?

- Guess.

- You're an actress.

- Oh, you are clever.

Now that you know all about
me, tell me about yourself.

What do you do?

- I? I, uh...

Well, you see-

- No, no, don't tell me.

You work in a bank?

- No.

- Well, let's see.

Greenwich Village is full of artists.

I meet you in Greenwich Village.

You must be an artist, right?

- Well, I, yes, yes, I paint.

- Of course, you're a
painter. I love paintings.

To think I took you for a cashier.

(Chris stammers)

You know those art
galleries on 5th Avenue?

The prices they charge.

I saw one little picture
that cost $50,O00.

They called it, uh, Cezanne.

- Cezanne, oh, he was
a great French painter.

I'd like to own that painting.

- You would?

- Mm-hmm.

- For $50,00O?

- Well, you can't put any price
on masterpieces like that.

They're worth, uh,

well, whatever you can
afford to pay for them.

- You know what, Chris,

I bet I saw some of your pictures
there and didn't know it.

Next time, I'll look for your name.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

I, I don't sell my pictures.

- Well, not in New York, you mean?

- [Chris] No, I, uh-

- I know.

I bet you sell your
pictures in Europe, France,

or someplace like that.

You can tell I don't
know much about painting.

I bet you get as much for
your pictures in France

as those Frenchmen get
right here in New York.

(Chris groans)

You're never appreciated
in your own country.

- Well, that's, that's
one way of looking at it.

But, you know, when I paint,
I don't think of money.

I just paint for fun.

- Fun?

- Yes, I think, it's the
most fun I know, painting.

I wish I had all the time to paint.

- Well, don't you have time?

- Oh, no. Well, yes, you see, I ...

Well, you know, business
takes a lot of time.

- No wonder, when you get all that money.

- Well, what play are you acting in?

- It closed tonight.

- Which one?

- The one I was in. What time is it?

- Oh.

It's only 10 past two.

- Only?

(Kitty yawning)

It's time for Kitty to be in bed.

So you won't forget me.

(mellow music)

- Thank you.

Can I see you again?

- [Kitty] Oh, sure, sometime.

- Well, if you'll give
me your telephone number.

- Haven't got a phone.

- Well, may I write you?

- That's the address. Goodnight, Chris.

- Kitty, who's Johnny?

(dramatic music)

- Why do you ask that?

- Well, I just heard
you ask the bartender.

- Oh, sure, he's just a fellow I know.

He's Millie's boyfriend.

You know, the girl I live with.

Goodnight, Chris.

- Goodnight, Kitty.

(mellow music)

(mellow music)

(doorbell ringing)

- [Adele] Christopher!

(doorbell ringing)

Christopher!

- Yes, Adele.

Well, well, this is a pleasure.

I didn't expect to see you, Charlie.

- But, Chris, you asked me.

- My wife. Well, it's
good to see you anyway.

Hey, that was a swell party
last night, wasn't it, Charlie?

Uh, say, what time did we go home?

After midnight, wasn't it?

You know, I haven't been to bed yet.

- You haven't?

- I guess, I'm not as old as
I thought I was, eh, Charlie?

- No, no.

- Oh, I've got to do the dishes for Adele.

You don't mind, Charlie, do you?

- No, no, no, go right ahead.

Say, did you paint this?

- [Chris] Great Scott, no.

That isn't painting.

That's mud, done by a photographer.

- [Charlie] Who is it?

- The late departed.

- Oh, your wife's former husband.

- Detective Sergeant Higgins.

Homer Higgins.

- Say, that's a real medal, isn't it?

- Yeah. Adele got it.

- [Charlie] Your wife?

- Yeah, after he was
drowned in the East River,

jumped in to save a woman.

Neither body was found.

- Oh, too bad.

- Yeah, too bad.

Oh, thank you, Charlie.

- Not at all.

How long have you been married, Chris?

- Five years.

Well, now,

she didn't wanna spend
his insurance money,

so she rented out the spare room.

Only $4 a week.

Well, I was trying to
save money to buy paints,

and so I moved in.

Oh, she was sweet.

Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

And ...

Well, you know how these things go.

(Charlie chuckles)

- Smoke?

- Oh, I guess I better not.

- Where are your paintings, Chris?

- Oh, they're out in the hall.

Would you like to see what I did today?

- Yes, I'd like to.

(mellow music)

(Chris chuckles)

Where did you find a flower like that?

You mean you see this
when you look at that?

- Well, yes.

That is, I sort of feel it.

You see, when I look at
that flower, I see someone-

(Adele shrieks)

- Is anything private in this house?

- I'm sorry, Adele.

We better get out of here.

All right, Adele.

(Adele muttering)

♪ Cuddle up and don't be blue ♪

♪ All your fears are foolish fancy maybe ♪

♪ You know, dear, that I'm in love ♪

♪ In love, in love, in
love, in love, in love ♪

♪ In love, in love ♪

- Can't you get those lazy
legs off that couch, baby?

- Come here.

Can't you do any better than that?

- That's all you think
about, Lazy Legs, hmm?

- What else is there to think about?

- If you want more heat
in this apartment, miss,

you'll have to call a janitor.

(Kitty chuckles)

- You idiot.

- How come you're holding out on me, baby?

- Oh, stop talking about Saturday night.

- I'm not talking about Saturday night.

I'm talking about this.

Sounds like a schoolboy
trying to make a date.

You must be robbing the cradle.

(Kitty laughing)

What's so funny?

- You are. He's old
enough to be my father.

That's the old fellow who came
to my rescue Saturday night.

My hero.

- No kidding.

- See? You were too tight
to remember anything.

If I hadn't told the cop to
go in the wrong direction,

he'd have picked you up.

- This the old fellow who butted in?

- [Kitty] Mm-hmm.

- The painter?

- He's rich and famous and
very sweet, too, Johnny.

He doesn't pull any rough stuff like you.

- Well, I had a chance to
clean up in a crap game.

All I needed was 50 bucks.

And what did you show up with?

15, for cat's sake.

- That's all I had.

Besides, you kept me waiting
two hours in the rain.

- And then you gave me a dirty look.

- I didn't give you a dirty look.

- Listen, any girl that
waits two hours in the rain

for a guy is gonna give him a dirty look.

(Johnny sighs)

Trouble with you, baby, is
you have no imagination.

- What do you expect me to do?

- I expect you to use your brains.

Now, for cat's sake, this
chump is crazy about you.

This is a setup.

He's in the big money, isn't he?

You said $50,0O0 a picture, didn't you?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, here I am, knocking my brains out

trying to raise a little capital,

and this is right in your lap.

You don't have to call what's
his name and get a measly 50.

This bird is goofy about you.

Write him, date him up.

- Oh, I can't take money
off an old man like that.

- Look, for cat's sake, get
bighearted and smart, Lazy Legs.

Why, I see fellas in the big
dough without half my brains,

but ability isn't enough.

You got to have money
to make money. Capital.

But the boys at the Acme Garage

would cut me in on a half-interest

if I can put up the money.

- How much do they want?

- Oh, three or 4,000.

- Yipe!

- Well, for cat's sake, I'm
not talking about chicken feed.

Use your imagination.

You get an interest in
a business like that,

and it's a cinch to
squeeze out your partners.

Then you're on easy street.

- Jeepers, the pipe dreams you have.

- Now, what about the letter?

- Oh, I can get $50 or $ 100, perhaps,

but I can't get the kind of
money you're talking about.

I wouldn't know how.

(Johnny groans)

Johnny!

Johnny, where you going?

- Where I won't be wasting my time.

- Johnny, Johnny.

Oh, I don't know why
I'm so crazy about you.

- Oh, yes, you do.

Now what about my proposition?

You don't have to tap the old
chump for much, not at first.

We'll get you a decent apartment,

someplace where I'd like
to come and see you,

not a dump like this.

Well, Lazy Legs?

- May I come in to my own apartment?

- Hello, Funny Face.

- Why don't you just move in, Johnny?

Then I can move out.

- Now, Millie, stop picking on my fiance.

- How do you spell that word?

- With an F, like in Funny Face.

She pays half the rent, doesn't she?

- Well, that was the
general idea, big shot,

when we signed the lease.

- Well, I don't mind if you
want this place to yourself.

Do you, baby?

- What's he mean by that?

- Oh, nothing. You know, Johnny.

- Yeah, I know Johnny, all right.

Has he bought you that
engagement ring, yet?

- Ah, you seem to worry
more about it than I do.

- The new $45 model.

Old Rogers let me have it for 18.

Bet he made a profit at that.

- I thought you were modeling
girdles for the catalog.

- I have been.

Oh, I ache like a dog.

If corsets ever come back,
I swear I'll quit modeling.

(Millie groans)

Why don't you go back to work?

With that figure, if you
weren't so darn lazy.

- Who do you think you
are? My guardian angel?

- Not me, honey. I lost
those wings a long time ago.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

- No wonder you got fired,
you're so darn snippy.

You never could get to work on time

after you met that Johnny.

Honey, what's happened to you?

- Don't you wish it could happen to you?

I'm in love, crazy in love!

- With a man that pushes you around

the way I wouldn't push a cat around.

- You leave Johnny out of this!

- With your looks and figure,

you could get any man you want!

- Sure, but there's only one I want.

- Yeah, and he's making
a tramp out of you.

- You wouldn't know love
if it hit you in the face!

- If that's where it hits
you, you ought to know!

(door slams)

(mellow music)

(mellow music)

(birds tweeting)

- That robin sings just like I feel.

Say, look, there's a
pair of them up there.

They're building their nest.

(Chris whistling)

- Say, where'd you learn that?

(Chris chuckles)

- Well, when I was a kid.

Yeah, I bet I haven't
done that in 40 years.

I feel like a kid myself today.

- Sold any pictures lately?

- Mm-hm.

- Why don't you paint my picture?

- I'd like to.

Could I bring my easel to your apartment?

- I'm afraid my girlfriend
wouldn't like that.

How long does it take
you to paint a picture?

- Well, sometimes a day, sometimes a year.

You can't tell. It has to grow.

- I never knew paint could grow.

- The feeling grows.

You know, that's the
important thing, feeling.

Well, now, you take me.

Well, nobody ever taught me how to draw,

so I just put a line around what I feel

when I look at things.

- Yeah, I see.

- It's like, uh, it's like
falling in love, I guess.

You know?

First you see someone,
and then it keeps growing

and, until you can't think of anyone else.

- That's interesting.

- Well, the way I look at
things, that's all art is.

Every painting, if it's
any good, is a love affair.

- I never heard anyone
talk like that before.

- Oh, well,

there aren't many people
you can talk to this way,

so you keep it to yourself.

You walk around with
everything bottled up.

- Yeah, that's right. (sighs)

That's the way it is with me too.

I'm sort of keeping things
bottled up too, Chris.

The truth is I'm in a jam.

- You, Kitty?

- Oh, you probably guessed it. I'm broke.

Even this dress belongs to Millie.

I can't pay my rent.

- Well, how much is it?

- Oh, forget it. I
shouldn't have told you.

(Kitty sniffling)

It'll spoil your day.

- Oh, but Kitty.

- I'll get out of it somehow.

I couldn't take anything from you, Chris.

- No. Yes, I mean.

- No, no, I couldn't.

I've never taken money from a
man, and I'm not going to now.

And I'm not going to spoil our friendship.

- Oh, but Kitty.

- I couldn't pay you back.

- Oh.

- Chris, maybe I could pay you back.

If you put up the money
for a studio apartment,

then I'd have a place to live
and you could paint there.

Don't you see?

You could paint my portrait.

What's the matter?

Don't you wanna paint my picture?

- There's something I've
got to tell you, Kitty.

- What?

- I deceived you. I lied.

I'm a married man, Kitty.

(somber music)

- Why didn't you tell me, Chris?

You know I'm not the kind
of a girl to run around

with a married man, don't you?

You know what you said
about meeting someone,

and how you begin to like them,

and then you can't think
about anybody else?

You should have told me
you had a wife, Chris.

- Yes, but I'm not in
love with her, Kitty.

- Well, you married her.

- Well, I was lonely.

I, I couldn't stand my loneliness.

- Oh, poor Chris.

- Well, then you're not angry with me?

- I suppose I ought to be, but I'm not.

Not with you, Chris.

I'm gonna let you help me.

- Well, how much do you need?

- $500.

- Five? 500.

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

I need $500.

I could pay it back $10 a week.

- That's all right, Mr. Cross.

But you'll have to have a cosigner.

- Thank you, no.

- Property owner.

- Property owner?

- Just a formality.

- Thank you very much.

- Anytime.

- Well, why can't that
old skinflint Hogarth

give you a raise?

You don't even make enough
money to buy me a radio.

I have to run downstairs every
night to listen to the radio.

The way I have to scrimp and save

and you wasting money on paints.

I'd like to know what you'd do without me.

Poor dear Homer.

If only he had a grave where
I could put some flowers.

Why, you couldn't even
ask me to marry you.

I had to put the words into your mouth.

I'd have been better off a widow.

The only reason I put up with you

is because I'm married to you.

I'm stuck!

- Yes, and I'm stuck too.

- Have you been drinking?

- No, I haven't.

- Let me smell your breath.

(Chris exhales)

No, then what's the matter with you?

Why are you sulking at me?

- Well, you keep blaming me
for not buying you a radio.

- Well, you think I like
running downstairs every night

to listen to the radio?

- Well, why don't you buy
a radio? You have money.

- His insurance money?

- Well, I don't want a radio. You want it.

- I'll never touch those
bonds. They're for my old age.

If Homer were alive, I'd have a radio.

He made a good salary.
He gave me a good home.

- Well, you're living in the
same apartment, aren't you?

- Yes, but it didn't smell of paint!

I can't sleep with the smell of paint

and all your silly pictures
cluttering up the hall.

If you don't get rid of that trash,

I swear I'll give it to the junk man!

- Adele.

- I will. I swear, I will. (snickering)

And the things you paint.

It was bad enough when you
used to copy picture postcards.

- Well, Utrillo copies postcards,

and he's considered a great painter.

- And now I suppose you're copying Utrillo

or whatever his name is.

They're getting crazier all the time.

Oh, yes, I saw what you're doing.

Girls, snakes.

Next thing, you'll be painting
women without clothes.

- I never saw a woman without any clothes.

- I should hope not.

(knocking on wall)

(mellow music)

- "The Happy Household
Hours" just coming on, dear.

- I'll be right down, Dora.

Mr. Cross came home late.

Go ahead and eat.

And then do the dishes.

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And now for the next episode

of "Hilda's Hope For Happiness."

As you remember, we left
Hilda in the laundry.

(static crackling)

Bubble suds, Hilda.

(static crackling)

- Christopher.

Christopher.

What are you doing?

- I was, uh, I was looking for the paper.

- Are you blind?

- Oh, well, didn't you like the radio?

- It went off right in
the middle of a program.

I wouldn't have such a radio.

- Hey, did you read this?

- [Adele] Read what?

- This murder in Queens.

A man killed his wife
with a window weight,

put her body in the trunk,
and shipped her to California.

It says here-

- I've read the paper. Thank you.

He didn't get away with it, did he?

He'll go to the chair, as he should.

- Yeah, a man hasn't got a chance

with these New York detectives.

- Can't you put that paper
down and do the dishes?

- Adele, you didn't mean what you said

about giving my paintings
away to the junk man?

- You'll find out.

- Well, you won't have to.

A friend of mine

is taking an apartment
in Greenwich Village.

I'll move everything there.

- Well, if he's fool enough
to let you do it, go ahead.

The sooner, the better.

- Yeah.

- Top floor. You'll get plenty
of light, lots of privacy.

You heard of Tony Rivera, the illustrator?

He had this apartment
on a three-year lease.

Couldn't work anywhere else.

Uh, this was his studio.

The sketches on the wall are Rivera's.

He'd do that with his models sometimes

when he was working on a magazine cover.

Some people would pay a
lot of money for those.

Are you an artist, Miss March?

- Uh-huh.

- Where's the bedroom?

- Oh, this way.

- What's the rent, Mr. Jones?

- 150.

Oh, there are some things

that Rivera left here
stored in the basement.

They go with the apartment
if you care to use them.

Here you are, the bedroom.

- I don't like the wallpaper.

- Will they change the paper?

- I guess so, on a year's lease.

- I'll pick it out myself.

(doorbell ringing)

(Johnny groans)

(doorbell ringing)

Well, don't break the bank.

(Johnny groans)

- Hello, Lazy Legs.

- I thought I'd heard
the doorbell. (yawning)

- I didn't hear anything. (yawning)

(Kitty sighs)

Say, is this all you've got?

- I'm lucky I have that left,

the way you were throwing
it around last night.

You even bought me a book, honey.

- You're supposed to be
an actress, aren't you?

- Shakespeare, for Pete's sake.

Say, that's all I have left.

- You know where to get
more, don't you, Lazy Legs?

- He told me he hadn't sold
any pictures for a long time.

And I'm in hock for all this.

- Look, Kitty.

I need at least $1,000.

- Ouch!

- Well, you got him softened up.

Now push him around a bit.

- He seems to get scared
when I talk about money.

- Listen, baby, you got him
right where you want him.

He's on the hook and can't get off.

- He can walk out, can't he?

- He's got a wife, hasn't he?

Just drop a hint that
his wife might find out

about this apartment,
and he'll shell out fast.

- That's blackmail.

- It's only blackmail, baby,

when you're dumb enough to get caught.

(knocking on door)

Is that him?

- Told you I heard the doorbell.

- For cat's sake. Get rid of him.

(knocking on door)

(knocking on door)

- Why!

- Don't you answer doorbells?

- Thought you were mad at me.

- Peace offering. Scotch.

- Thanks, honey.

- I didn't think you were out.

It's only 10 past 12.

I rang and rang downstairs,

and then I found the door was open.

Well, well, well.

You're doing all right for a working girl.

- Now, don't start that again.

- Don't tell me he's under the sofa too.

- No, bright eyes.

- You can come out, Johnny.

- All you have to do is
call, Funny Face. Oh.

- You must have made a killing
in Wall Street, Mr. Prince.

- Could be.

- Last time I saw Johnny,

he was talking about going to Hollywood.

- I might try it yet.

Why, I read in a movie
magazine about a fella

who landed in Hollywood stone broke

and cleaned up a million.

No experience either.

All he had was looks.

And he worked in a drugstore.

- If he worked, Johnny,
he didn't look like you.

- Oh, you two stop fighting.

- I'm not fighting, baby.

She just doesn't know my speed.

Why, I hear of movie actors
getting five, 10,000 a week.

For what?

For acting tough, for
pushing girls in the face.

What do they do I can't do?

(Millie sighs)

- If you're so clever,
why don't you do it?

- I might, Funny Face, I might.

(knocking on door)

- Chris!

- I've brought over some
of my things, Kitty.

I'll bring some more tomorrow.

The rest on Saturday.

Oh, you have company.

- Oh, just Millie and Johnny.

- Johnny?

- You know, Millie's boyfriend.

Come on, I want you to meet them.

Millie, this is a friend
of mine, Mr. Cross.

Miss Ray.

- How do you do, Miss Ray?

- [Millie] Pleased to meet you, Mr. Cross.

- And Johnny Prince.

- Glad to know you, Mr. Cross.

- How do you do?

Seems to me I've seen
you before somewhere.

- Could be. Could be, Mr. Cross.

- Yes, I, I just don't seem to remember.

Maybe I'm mistaken.

- Could be.

- [Millie] Well, I have to run along, kid.

- I'll go with you, sweetheart.

- Oh, don't bother, Johnny.

- I wouldn't think of letting
you go alone, darling.

You might get run over by a streetcar.

Goodbye, Mr. Cross.

- Bye.

- Nice to see you.

- [Kitty] Thanks for the Scotch, Millie.

- That's okay, bye.

- [Johnny] So long, Kitty.

- [Kitty] So long, Johnny.

Now, what's the matter, Chris?

- I don't think I like that
young man she's in love with.

- [Kitty] Oh, Johnny's all right.

- Oh, I know he is, or he
wouldn't be your friend,

but there's something about him that-

- She's crazy about him.

- Well, would you, uh, would
you like to see my pictures?

- Not yet. Come sit down, Chris.

You happy?

- For the first time in my life.

- Very happy?

- I think of you all the time.

All I want is to see you, be near you.

I know I haven't any
right to ask you this,

but have you ever?

Well, there must have been other men who-

- Just one, Chris.

- Do you still see him?

- I've forgotten him.

- Look, Kitty.

If I were single, if I had no wife.

- But you have a wife.

- Yes, I know, but if she'd...

Well, if something would
happen that would make me free,

would you marry me?

- Oh, let's not talk about it now, dear.

What I'm worried about is getting a job.

Living like this, it's expensive.

I don't like to ask you for anything more

because, well, you say you
haven't sold any pictures lately.

- Yes, but don't you have enough money?

(Kitty sighs)

- You have no idea what a problem money is

for an actress, Chris.

Talent doesn't count in the theater.

Everything is pull, contacts,
knowing the right people.

You have to get an agent,
they charge plenty,

wear smart clothes, be attractive.

- Oh, but Kitty, you're beautiful.

- Aw, Chris, your face
doesn't mean a thing.

It's clothes, perfumes,
making the right impression.

Why, an actress needs $ 1,0O0
just to get a decent wardrobe.

- $1,000?

- At least.

Maybe I can borrow it from
Millie, or her boyfriend, Johnny.

He's got plenty of money.

- Oh, no, no.

No, Kitty, not from Johnny.

- Why not?

- Well, I'll get you the money some way.

- Chris, you're a darling.

I really believe you're in love with me.

- I am, Kitty, I am.

- Oh, Chris, you're, you're a caveman.

I like you to like me,
but, well, there's a limit.

- Yes, I know.

(bell tolling)

Oh, I've got to go.

I'm supposed to be back.

I'll come here tomorrow noon, Kitty.

- I'll be waiting for you.

I'm sorry you have to go.

Bye, bye, dear.

Oh, don't forget the money.

- I'll get it.

- [Kitty] Bye, bye, Chris.

- [Chris] Goodbye.

- Life is much too short.
That's what they tell me.

- I don't get it.

The poor sap must be a hop head
seeing snakes on the El.

Imagine anyone paying
money for this stuff?

Say, are you sure he's not a phony?

(Kitty scoffs)

- He's too dumb to be a phony.

- You're right there.

- And how would he get all the money?

Why, if he had to work for a living,

he couldn't make $50 a week.

You just don't know art.

- Maybe not, but I'm
gonna find out about it.

- I kinda like this one.

But where would you
find flowers like that?

- I wonder if I couldn't sell these.

- And what do I do when
he asks where they are?

- Say you put them in storage.

You know, you got to protect them.

You can't leave valuable
paintings lying around

where somebody can pick them up.

- You'd get in trouble. Any
gallery would know his work.

He tried to kiss me today.

And don't think I liked it.

- Ah, you've been kissed before.

Say, they're not even signed.

- Oh, that doesn't
matter, they'd know him.

- Not where I'd take them, baby.

- Johnny, I can't stand to
have anybody touch me but you.

(Johnny groans)

And I hate him when he
looks at me like that.

If he were mean, or vicious,

or if he'd bawl me out or
something, I'd like him better.

Aw, you don't love me, or
you'd understand what I mean.

- No?

- [Kitty] No.

- No?

- Well, maybe.

(mellow music)

- Working late tonight, Mr. Cross?

- Oh, I'm about through, Ben.

You can let me out in a minute.

- Yes, sir.

(tense music)

- I just caught you in time.

(tense music continues)

Cash this for me, will you, Chris?

It's personal.

- Yes, yes.

Yes, of course, JJ.

(tense music continues)

Here you are, JJ.

- Thank you, Chris, goodnight.

- Goodnight, JJ.

- [Johnny] Hello, Nick.

- Hi.

What do you got?

- The fella that painted
those gets 50 grand

for a single picture.

(Nick spits)

Hey, what's the matter with you, Nick?

- Where'd you pick them up,
over in Washington Square?

The village longhairs are
peddling junk like that

for the price of the canvas.

- These weren't painted
by any village longhair.

- That's my pawnshop, isn't it?

And that snake is strictly from The Bronx.

- This fella lives in
Brooklyn. He's famous.

- Yeah, what's his name?

- Well, I ...

Look, Nick, I brought you stuff before,

and you never asked for any name on it.

- That was jewelry.

Bring me some more of that,
and we can do business, Johnny.

Take this junk back to Washington
Square where you got it.

(lighthearted music)

(lively music)

- I can see you've got an eye for art.

That's one of my best.

- Take a look at these.

- Oh, I didn't know you were a painter.

- I'm not.

Are they any good?

- Well, they've got something.

A certain peculiar something,

but no perspective.

- Is that important?

- I should say it is.

Look at my paintings.

Where did you buy them?

- I didn't buy 'em, I wanna sell 'em.

- Oh, you want me to
sell them on commission.

- How much do you think they're worth?

- I always start everything at $25.

Then, you know, it's a hard
business selling pictures.

Ah, people don't buy art nowadays.

No appreciation, no taste, no perception.

- And no perspective, huh?

- Yeah. (chuckles)

Let me have your name and address.

- I'll come back later. So long.

- [Tiny] Hello, Johnny.

- Hiya, Tiny.

- Oh, where'd you get that?

- Off Nick.

- Well, what about my ring?

- You know how much a good diamond costs?

- Well, I gave you $900.

- Would you pipe down?

You've been telling me
what a dope the old guy is.

Maybe you're the dope.

He told you his paintings
are worth a lot of money.

Did you check up on his story?

- What's wrong with it?

- They're worth just 25 bucks apiece.

That's what's wrong with it.

- You're crazy.

- If I weren't a gentleman.

- Well, don't get sore.

- Well, then don't tell me I'm crazy.

I tell you, the old boy's a phony.

- His money isn't phony, is it?

- He could borrow dough,
or have it stashed away,

or even steal it.

- Chris steal?

Jeepers, Johnny, he's not the type.

He wouldn't have nerve enough to steal.

- Well, he didn't get
it from his pictures.

- He may be dumb, but not about art.

The day he took me to the museum,

he explained how everything was done.

You should have heard him.
People stood around and listened.

- What museum?

- The Metropolitan.

Yipe, they've got pictures
there worth a million bucks.

Where you going?

- I'm gonna make a monkey
out of you, Lazy Legs.

- You can't take his
pictures to the museum.

- Who says I can't?

(lively music)

- You know who bought them?

Janeway. Damon Janeway!

Don't you know who Mr. Janeway is?

- Uh-uh.

- He's an art critic.

The best authority in
New York on modern art.

He took one look and bought them both.

I couldn't even give him my
pictures, not for nothing.

He wants to get hold of you.

Told me to telephone him.

You wait here, huh?

- No, no.

- Oh, man.
- I'm sorry.

(Kitty laughing)

- For cat's sake, what's so funny?

- You are, smarty-pants.

You're the Mr. Fix-it who
was gonna make a monkey

out of poor, dopey, little Kitty.

So you gave away two pictures
for a couple of dimes,

and now you can't collect the dimes.

- Aw, dry up.

- Jeepers!

- Now what?

- What am I gonna tell Chris?

- He won't find out.

- The heck he won't.

That Janeway's a critic. He
writes for the newspaper.

- Ah!

- Golly, you got us in a
spot. I told you not to do it.

- You're just nervous.

The old guy that sold them
doesn't know me from Adam.

- All right, give me
that drink. I can use it.

(knocking on door)

- Chris?

- Uh-uh, he's got a key.

(knocking on door)

- Well, go ahead, see who it is. Hurry up.

- Oh, I, I beg your pardon,
but we're looking for a man,

and I'm afraid I don't know his name.

- Oh, then I'm afraid I can't help you.

- I'm sorry.

- Oh, look!

There!

These are his.

Oh, there he is.

Why did you run away
from me like that, huh?

Here, $50, less 20%.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- But the pictures you brought me.

- Perhaps we'd better introduce ourselves.

My name is Janeway. This is Mr. Dellarowe.

- How do you do?

- What is it you want?

- We'd like to find out
who painted the pictures.

- You don't know?

- Of course, they don't know.

That's what we're here for.

- Look, if you're a friend of the painter,

you will put Mr. Dellarowe
in touch with him.

- Why'd you buy those pictures

if you don't know who painted them?

- Because they're good.

- Who painted them?

- No, Johnny, no!

- Oh, don't be so modest, Miss March.

Now, you see, you got me in bad.

She made me promise not to tell.

That's why I made out like I didn't know.

(Johnny laughing)

She is funny about her painting.

Never lets anyone see it.

Doesn't even put her name on her pictures.

- So, I observed.

You're an extraordinary
artist, Miss March.

- Oh, no.

- See, she can't stand for
anybody to talk about her.

She got the idea her
pictures weren't any good.

That's why I took those two to
you, to give her confidence.

I knew they were good.

Now I'll take that money.

- I never would have
guessed it was a woman.

- Nor I. Your work is
very strong, Miss March.

- May we see some more of it?

- Sure, go ahead. Look in her studio.

- Thank you.

- You're crazy to try a thing like this.

- For cat's sake, I
thought they were cops.

I know what I'm doing. They
don't know from nothing.

- I can't fool that critic.

- You always wanted to be an
actress. Now's your chance.

You've been around the old boy long enough

to pick up his lingo.

Feed Janeway some of that.

I'll get him in here alone with you.

- No, no, wait.

- How long has she been painting?

- Ever since she was a kid, Mr. Janeway.

- Never went to art school, did she?

- No, she just picked it up.

I guess I'm the only one
who's been encouraging her,

kind of helping her along,

as a friend, you know, just a friend.

- Oh, I didn't get your name.

- Prince.

Say, Mr. Janeway, she's kind of upset.

Maybe you'd go in and talk to her, hmm?

- Be glad to.

- Well, Mr. Dellarowe?

- I wonder if Miss March would
let me have all of these.

- Well, that depends.

What's in it for her?

- Well, prices will have to
be built up, Mr. Prince, but...

- I can usually tell whether
a canvas has been painted

by a man or woman, but you
fooled me completely, Miss March.

Your work is not only original,
it has a masculine force.

How long does it take
you to paint a picture?

- Sometimes a day, sometimes a year.

You can't tell. It has to grow.

- Of course.

- It's a matter of feeling.

You know how, how a feeling grows?

It's like, like falling in love, I guess.

(mellow music)

- That's a very good description.

- The way I look at it,

every painting, if it's
any good, is a love affair.

- May I quote that?

- Oh, no, no, no, please,
don't write about me.

- I can see you're going
to be a very hard case.

Why don't you have
confidence in your work?

- Because I can't draw.

- You do all right.

- I just put a line around what I feel

when I look at things.

- You're a very stimulating
person to talk to.

- [Johnny] How you two getting along?

- I think I'm breaking the ice.

- Kitty, Mr. Dellarowe wants

to handle all your work exclusively.

Is it all right?

As a friend, I'd advise it.

- Could you come to
the galleries tomorrow?

- What time?

- Anytime that's convenient.

- How about 12 o'clock, and
then lunch afterward with me?

- Well, I-

- She'll be there.

- I'm glad you're around, Mr. Prince,

to make up her mind for her.

(Johnny chuckling)

I can see you're tired, Miss March.

This has been enough for one evening.

We'd better go. Until tomorrow?

- Thanks, Mr. Janeway, so long.

- Good evening.

- Night, Mr. Dellarowe.

- Goodnight.

- [Vendor] Goodnight.

- Night.

- Lazy Legs.

I don't know what you told Janeway,

but you got him eating
right out of your hand.

- It won't stop with lunch.

- Well, what's the difference?

- If you mean-

- Oh, stop acting like a green kid.

Let him talk about what
he wants to talk about,

and he won't talk about art.

- If I had any sense, I'd walk out on you.

- You haven't got any sense.

Right here, just like you'd sign a letter.

Come on!

Katherine March.

- [Chris] Kitty.

- For cat's sake. Put that one back.

- [Chris] Kitty?

- Chris.

- Oh, Kitty. I happened to be in the-

- Oh, hello, Mr. Cross.

I just dropped in. I
thought Millie was here.

Say, I hope you don't mind
my looking at your picture.

- Oh, no, not at all, Mr. Prince.

- Fine work, that's remarkable painting.

You have a little trouble
with perspective, don't you?

- Yes, that's one thing I never
could master. Perspective.

- Well, I, I guess,
I'll have to run along.

So long, Mr. Cross.

If Millie drops in, tell
her I'll be at Tiny's place.

Don't bother, I'll let myself out.

- Has he been here long?

- No, why?

- I don't like him.

- Oh, Johnny's all right.

He's a nice fellow, Chris, really, he is.

I don't know why you don't like him.

- Well, was he the one?

- One what?

- Well, you said there was one man.

- Oh, for heaven's sake,
won't you ever forget that?

- Well, was he?

- No!
- Kitty.

- Go ahead and paint if you want to.

I'm not gonna stick around
if you're gonna torment me!

- Kitty?

Oh, Kitty.

- Oh, leave me alone.
I'm going out for dinner!

- Kitty, don't be angry.

- Why do you come here if you want to cry?

I didn't ask you to come here.

- [Chris] Oh, please, Kitty.

- Oh, for Pete's sake.

Go and paint.

- Well, I can't.

I can't do a thing when
you're angry with me.

Do you want me to go?

- I want you to stay here and paint.

Chris, I'm sorry, Chris,

but why do you torment me about something

that's over and done with?

- Well, because I ...

Would you marry me?

- You can't.

- Well, something might happen.

- What, you better not
let your wife hear you

talking like that.

Of course, I'd marry you if you were free,

but you're not, so
let's not talk about it.

Now, you go on and paint.

- Well, could I paint you?

- Well, I was going to do this myself,

but, uh, paint me, Chris.

(Chris chuckles)

They'll be masterpieces.

(traffic rumbling)

- Hello, Adele.

I dropped over to the butcher
shop like you told me to.

I got a nice piece of liver.

- How long have you known Katherine March?

Answer me.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- How long have you known her?

- Well, now, don't get excited.

Let me help you off with your coat.

- Well, you're the one that's excited.

Look at you and get away with that knife.

Do you want to cut my throat?

How long have you known her?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Don't lie to me.

You've been copying her work for years,

pretending you painted those
pictures out of your own head,

and all the time you were
just copying the work

of a real artist.

I'll bet you're at Dellarowe's
every day making notes.

- Where?

- You know where.

Dellarowe's Art Gallery on 57th Street.

They've got a window full of
paintings by Katherine March.

- You're talking crazy.

- She gets $50O for a single picture.

She's a genius. (scoffs)

No wonder I used to think
sometimes there was something

in your work.

Now I know why.

If you ever do any more
painting around here,

I swear I'll write that
woman a letter telling her

you're stealing her ideas.

You're a thief!

Hogarth had better watch out,

or next thing you'll
be stealing his money.

(door slams)

(tense music)

- [Kitty] Not that one, honey.

- Dellarowe is asking for more pictures.

- [Kitty] Chris just
finished it. He'll miss it.

- Janeway says the new pictures

are (clicks tongue) the
best things you've done.

Wasn't I right about Janeway, Lazy Legs?

- Yeah, but he gets on my nerves.

I've been out to dinner with
him three times this week,

and now he's talking about breakfast.

He's getting that look in his eye.

- All you got to do is keep it there.

- Well, it's all very well for you to say,

but what about the wear
and tear on my nerves?

- Papa will take care of Kitty.

Baby's gonna have a big diamond ring,

and a shiny limousine, and a penthouse.

- And Johnny?

- He goes with the penthouse.

(mellow music)

(door slams)

(tense music)

- [Kitty] Chris.

- How did my pictures get
into Dellarowe's window?

- Oh, Chris.

Don't be angry with me.

- No, I'm not angry. I
just can't understand.

(Kitty sobbing)

It's not possible.

- Forgive me, darling.

I needed money.

They were gonna take the furniture back.

It was humiliating.

I couldn't ask you for more.
You've been so generous.

I just couldn't, so I sold some pictures.

- To Dellarowe?

- [Kitty] Uh-huh. (sobbing)

- You actually sold those pictures?

- Uh-huh.

Oh, I know I shouldn't
have put my name on them,

but Mr. Dellarowe wanted
to know who painted them,

and I, I just couldn't give him your name.

Now I can't tell him different, can I?

- No. (chuckling)

- The funny part is it didn't
seem to make any difference.

- Yes, well, the funny part

is it made a great deal of difference.

If I'd brought those pictures
to a man like Dellarowe,

he wouldn't have taken them.

I'm a failure, Kitty.

- Oh, you're a great painter, Chris.

(Chris chuckles)

Mr. Dellarowe said so,
and so did Mr. Janeway.

That is they say I am.

- Well, they're gonna keep on saying it.

- Oh, Chris!

- Oh, now, don't.

Don't, Kitty. Now, don't cry.

I'm happy. Why, you're just like a dream.

- Oh, Chris, you're so good, so kind.

- Well, what difference
does it make whose name is

on those pictures, yours or mine.

Why, it's just like we were married.

(both chuckling)

Only I'd take your name.

Well, that gives me a little
authority around here.

I want to paint your picture, Kitty.

How about it?

- Uh-huh.

- Come with me.

(mellow music)

Know what we're gonna
call this? Self-portrait.

(mellow music)

(mellow music continues)

- Why, hello, Damon.

- Hello, there.

- Hello.
- Well.

- This is the first time I've
ever agreed with you, Janeway.

- Thank you.

- I find the painter even more fascinating

than her paintings.

- [Critic] What's she like?

- Mona Lisa without the
smile. Something hidden.

Sometimes it seems as
if she were two people.

I mention that in my notice.

Would you care to see it?

(mellow music)

(knocking on door)

(door buzzing)

- Mr. Cross, there's a man
outside says he wants to see you.

- Who?

- I didn't get no name, sir,
but he said he was a detective.

(tense music)

(traffic rumbling)

- You the detective?

- Well, I used to be, Mr. Cross.

Don't you recognize me?

- No.

- Oh, my.

- Quite a shock, huh?

Now, don't faint, Mr.
Cross. Keep your head.

I'll explain everything.

Well, I was in trouble at the time.

I'd been collecting a little extra money

from the speakeasies along the waterfront.

Word got around to headquarters.

I was up for investigation.

One night, I'm down by Brooklyn Bridge

trying to fix things up.

A man runs in the speakeasy

and says, "A woman just
jumped off the bridge."

So I run out and tear
off my coat and jump in.

The way I felt, I'm hoping
I don't come up again.

(Homer sniffs)

You mind?

- Hm, no, no.

(Homer sighs)

- Well, there I am swimming
around in the dark.

I had a hold of her hat once.

Next thing you know, I'm all tired out.

I heard a tugboat whistle,

and right down on top of
me, (blows raspberries)

Comes a coal barge.

So I grab a hold and climb aboard.

I look down at my hand.

What do you think I got? Her pocketbook.

That's what I grabbed a hold

of when I thought it was her hat.

And inside is $2700 in folded money.

Imagine anybody committing
suicide with that much money.

Well, the coal barge unloaded
on a banana boat bound

for Honduras.

Well, I went with it.

- Yes, but if you're not dead,

then I'm not really
married to Adele, am I?

- What's it worth to you
for me to keep my mouth shut

and just fade away?

- Yes, but if you're Adele's husband-

- Wait a minute. I can see you need Adele.

I need money.

You're a cashier.

It ought to be easy for
you to put your hands

on a couple of thousand.

- Oh, I, I, I, I couldn't
do a thing like that.

Wait, are you going back to her?

- No! But not to do you a favor, mister.

I'm clearing out for Adele's sake.

And don't think you're gonna
get any peace of mind either.

I might turn up again someday.

She'd kick you out in a
minute for a man like me.

- I'll get you some money.

- Now you're using your head.

- Yeah, but you'll have to wait here.

I can't get it till after
we close at six o'clock.

- I'll wait, Cross.

(horn honks)

- [Marchetti] Hello, Johnny. Hello, Kitty.

- [Johnny] Hiya, Marchetti.

- [Kitty] Hi.

- [Johnny] Don't forget
the champagne, baby.

- Nice car you have, Johnny.

She go fast, huh?

- I'd like to see any cop try to catch me.

Say, I'll give you four bits
for a bucketful of that ice.

- Okay, Johnny.

- Can I borrow the ice pick?

- You give it back, huh?

- Sure, sure.

- Thank you.

- Only 200? (hiccups)

- Well, that's all I could get.

- Don't you think your
wife's worth more than that?

- Well, look, I want you

to get all that's coming
to you, Mr. Higgins.

Now, what about the insurance money?

- Insurance?

- Yeah, $2,0O0.

On your life, Adele collected it.

It's really yours, isn't it?

She keeps it right in her bedroom.

Now, I wouldn't touch a
penny of it, Mr. Higgins,

but if you took it, it
would be perfectly legal.

- Well, just how (hiccups) would I get it?

- That's easy.

This is the night that she
always goes out to the movies.

I let you in.

You take the money, I let you out.

- But why don't you get it?

- Oh, I've got to be able to
say that I didn't touch it.

You know Adele.

(Homer sniffs)

- What if she don't go out and I show up?

Your goose is cooked, isn't it?

- Yes, but I can play it safe.

(Homer hiccups)

- How?

- Well, you come along the
street at 11 o'clock tonight.

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

- Okay?

- Shh.

- Why you whispering?

How come the lights are out?

- Mrs. Michaels.

You remember Mrs. Michaels, don't you?

- Oh, yeah.

- And the neighbors.

(tense music continues)

- Where's the money?

- In there in the bottom
drawer of the chest.

- Okay, give me the flash.

(tense music continues)

(Adele screams)

- [Adele] Help, thief, murderer!

Christopher, Christopher,
get on the lights!

Christopher!

♪ All your fears are foolish fancy maybe ♪

♪ You know, dear, that I'm in love ♪

♪ In love, in love, in
love, in love, in love ♪

- Johnny. Oh, Johnny.

- Lazy Legs.

- Jeepers, I love you.

(mellow music)

(suitcase thuds)

What's that?

(door clicks)

Chris?

Johnny, is it Chris?

- Call him, quick.

- Chris, Chris!

- I ought to push you over on your head.

- How'd I know he was coming here tonight?

I don't understand it.

- You don't understand anything.

- Well, why get sore at me?

- Well, what use are my brains

if I'm tied up with a dumb cluck like you?

I told you to watch your step, didn't I?

- That's right, blame it on me.

- Why'd you keep me here tonight?

I didn't wanna stay!

- Johnny, don't talk like that.

- Well, it's the truth,
I'm fed up with you!

- Johnny.

- That's the only thing
you ever understood.

I'm through with you!

(door slams)

- [Kitty] Jeepers, I love you, Johnny.

Jeepers, I love you, Johnny.

- Oh, Lord, have mercy upon us sinners.

The way of a sinner is
made plain with stones.

But at the end, thereof,
is the pit of hell.

Oh, Lord, be merciful to me, a sinner.

- [Congregation] Amen.

Hallelujah!

- [Bystander] Amen.

(Kitty sighs)

- Millie? Yeah, Kitty.

You seen Johnny?

Ah, I thought he'd go to Tiny's.

Was he getting tight?

Oh, just a fight.

Listen, he can't live without me any more

than I can live without him.

Said he was coming back here?

To beat me up?

Jeepers, the way that
guy shoots off his mouth.

Oh, you don't have to warn me.

That's just the way he talks.

If you were in love, you'd understand.

Oh, stop it. Johnny wouldn't kill a fly.

(Kitty laughing)

That's love, honey.

(door thuds)
(glass shatters)

Here he is now and has he got a bun on.

Goodbye, hon.

Hello, Johnny.

Come on, Johnny, I heard you.

- You lied to me, Kitty.

It was him, wasn't it?

- Can I help it if I'm in love?

- No, just an infatuation.

Kitty, you couldn't love
a man like that, Kitty.

He's evil.

He wouldn't let you
alone, isn't that right?

I wanted to kill him.

(Kitty scoffs)

But it's wrong.

- Why'd you come here?

- To ask you to marry me.

- What about your wife?

- I haven't any wife, that's finished.

- For cat's sake, you-

- Her husband turned up. I'm free.

(Kitty laughing)

Oh, now, don't cry, Kitty.

I know how you feel,
but that's all over now.

We all make mistakes.

I don't care what's happened.

I, I can marry you now.

I, I want you to be my wife.

We'll go away together,

way far off so you can
forget this other man.

(Kitty laughing)

Don't cry, Kitty. Please, don't cry.

(Kitty laughing)

- I'm not crying, you fool, I'm laughing!

- Kitty.

(Kitty laughing)

- Oh, you idiot. How can a man be so dumb?

- Kitty.

(Kitty laughing)

(ice pick thuds)

- I've wanted to laugh in your face

ever since I first met you.

You're old, and ugly, and I'm sick of you!

Sick, sick, sick!

- Kitty, for heaven's sake!

- You kill Johnny? I'd
like to see you try.

Why, he'd break every bone in your body!

He's a man!

You wanna marry me?

You! Get out of here!

Get out! Get away from me!

Chris, Chris, get away from me!

Chris, Chris!

(tires screeching)

- Hey!

Oh, you look out, Johnny.

You'll kill somebody.

(Johnny scoffs)

(somber music)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(door rattling)

(glass shattering)

(tense music continues)

(typewriter keys clacking)

- Chris.

Hold on, Chris, wait a minute.

What made you do it, Chris?

When these officers called
me, I wouldn't believe it.

- We were tipped off on the telephone.

- By a man named Higgins.

- I checked the cash before you came in.

Do you know how much is missing?

Over $1200.

- We'll take him along.

You can make the complaint, Mr. Hogarth.

- Hold on, boys. I just can't do it.

- [Officer] But Mr. Hogarth.

- No, you've done your duty,
and I'm obliged to you.

There's a box of cigars on the table.

Take them along with you.

- Okay, Mr. Hogarth. It's up to you.

- Chris, it was a woman, wasn't it?

I thought so.

I'm not gonna put you in jail, Chris.

Only, of course, you're through.

- Mm.

- Well, I didn't do anything!

I want a, I want a lawyer!

- Where was he picked up?

- Riverside Drive.

He tried to get away in
the murdered girl's car.

- That was my car.

- This is yours too. It's
got your initials on it.

But it's her blood.

Here's $140. It was taken
out of her pocketbook.

- It was mine.

- It's her diamond ring
worth $500 or $600.

(Johnny chuckles)

- You guys know a lot, don't you?

It cost 1,200.

- Here's her personal jewelry.

Not much value, but he cleaned her out.

- Well, why wouldn't I?

She didn't have anymore
use for it, did she?

Listen, you guys, I want a lawyer!

I'm a citizen, I got my rights!

- This belongs to you too, huh?

It's got your fingerprints on it.

- Well, naturally, I picked it up.

How did I know she was dead?

I thought she was asleep at first.

- Uh-huh.

- She didn't paint those pictures.

Old Cross isn't as dumb as
he looks. He painted them.

- The accused brought me two pictures.

He told me Miss March painted them.

- In my expert opinion,
there's no doubt about it.

She was a very great artist.

- She told me she was an artist
when she rented the studio.

He was with her.

I didn't like him then,
and I don't like him now.

- Yeah, he was mean when he was drunk.

He said he was gonna fix her

when he left my place around 2:00 a.m.

- That's when I tell him,
you look out, Johnny.

You'll kill somebody.

So he killed her with my ice pick.

- And then I heard her
say, "Hello, Johnny"

before she hung up.

He was there, all right.

What I don't understand

is this talk about her being an artist.

I never saw her paint.

- That was one of her peculiar traits.

She never let anyone see her paint.

I've compared her handwriting
with her signature.

There's no question.

- Mr. Cross paint? (scoffs)

He only copied her work. He's a thief.

He stole from me, from his
employer, from Katherine March!

- My wife, I mean, my
former wife, is correct.

I really can't paint.

My copies were so bad,
I had to destroy them.

- For cat's sake, he's lying!

(dramatic music)

- Hello, Mr. Cross.

- Hello.

- Tom Crocker, "Evening Globe."

- Oh, yes, Tom Crocker.

- Joe Williams, "Morning World ."

- Hey.

- Conway's with "The Ledger".

- Hi.

- Cigarette?

- No, thanks.

Going to Sing Sing?

- Yeah.

- I don't like to cover executions,

but I must say, this is one I don't mind.

- You sure cooked
Johnny's goose, Mr. Cross,

when you testified you couldn't paint.

- Nobody cooked Johnny's
goose except Johnny,

the way he shot off his mouth.

- He was a dead pigeon

when he dragged the girl's
name through the mud.

I watched the jury.

- If he'd have kept his trap shut,

he might have got off with life.

- Sure, the evidence
was only circumstantial.

- What do you mean?

He got a fair trial, didn't he?

- [Joe] Yeah, but there's always a doubt.

- I suppose you fellas

are gonna say it was a
miscarriage of justice.

That someone is getting away with murder.

- Not me, there's no such thing.

Mr. Cross, nobody gets away with murder.

- How's that?

- Oh, don't get him started.

He'll talk your ear off.

That's his pet theory.

(journalists laughing)

- All right, go ahead
and laugh all you like,

but no one escapes punishment.

I figure we have a little
courtroom right in here,

judge, jury, and executioner.

- I don't get it.

- Well, murder never solved anything.

How about it, fellas, you've
covered lots of trials.

- I'm sorry, but I have
to admit you're right.

- The problem just moves in
here where it can never get out.

Right here in solitary.

So, what? So, you go right
on punishing yourself.

You can't get away with it. Never.

- Now, that doesn't make any sense.

- Well, you haven't seen as much of murder

as I have, Mr. Cross.

I'd rather have the
judge give me the works

than have to do it to myself.

(somber music)

- What time they throw the switch?

- 11 o'clock.

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

- [Johnny] I didn't do it.

I tell you, I didn't do it.

Won't anybody believe me?

Give me a break, somebody!

I never had a square deal in my life!

Oh, somebody, somebody give me a break!

(rain pattering)
(electricity humming)

(Chris whistling)

(eerie music)

(entity whistling)

- [Kitty] Johnny, Johnny.

Oh, Johnny, oh, Johnny.

- [Johnny] Lazy Legs.

- [Kitty] Johnny darling.

- [Johnny] I'm here, baby.

- [Kitty] Jeepers, I love you, Johnny.

Johnny, Johnny.

- [Johnny] Lazy Legs. Lazy Legs.

- [Kitty] Jeepers, I love you, Johnny.

(tense music)

(Chris groans)

(Chris breathing heavily)

- [Kitty] Oh, Johnny, now we're together.

- [Johnny] Yes. (laughing)

He killed me too, Kitty. (laughing)

- [Kitty] He brought us
together, Johnny, forever.

- Kitty.

- [Kitty] Oh, you idiot.
How can a man be so dumb?

- No, Kitty, no.

- [Kitty] You wanted to
marry me? You? (laughing)

- [Johnny] She's mine, Chris.

- Leave her alone!

- [Johnny] Mine forever.

- [Kitty] You killed me, Chris.

You're old, and ugly, and you killed me.

You killed me.

- No, no, Kitty. It's him.

You were innocent, you were pure.

That's what he killed in
you. He's the murderer.

- [Kitty] No, he's not, not Johnny.

- [Johnny] See, Chris, she loves me.

- That's why you had to die.

You're the one I killed.

(Kitty laughing)

- [Johnny] Now she's mine, Chris.

- [Kitty] You kill Johnny?

I'd like to see you try.

- Kitty.

- [Kitty] Why, he'd break every bone

in your body.
- Kitty.

- He's a man.
- Kitty!

(Chris breathing heavily)

- [Kitty] Johnny, Johnny.

Oh, Johnny, oh, Johnny.

- [Johnny] Lazy Legs.

(tense music)

- [Kitty] Jeepers, I love you, Johnny.

(tense music)

- There's something wrong in there.

(floor thuds)

(doorknob ratting)

(pounding on door)

It's all right, old man.

It's all right.

- [Kitty] Johnny, oh, Johnny.

- [Johnny] Lazy Legs.

- [Kitty] Jeepers, I love you, Johnny.

(somber music)

(Chris sobbing)

(somber music)

- Get up.

Come on, come on, get up, get up!

Oh, it's you.

Haven't I told you to
keep out of this park?

You know the Mayor's orders.

(somber music continues)

Get on down to the
Bowery where you belong.

Come on, come on.

(somber music continues)

- Who's that, Rick?

- Oh, he's got a crazy idea
he killed a couple of people

five or six years ago.

Can't get it off his mind.

Always trying to give himself up.

Wants to be tried and executed.

You know these nuts.

("O Come All Ye Faithful")

(tense music)

(mellow music)

- Well, there goes her masterpiece.

I really hate to part with it.

- For $10,000, I shouldn't
think you'd mind, Mr. Dellarowe.

(Mr. Dellarowe chuckling)

(tense music)

- [Kitty] Johnny.

Oh, Johnny.

- [Johnny] Lazy Legs.

- [Kitty] Jeepers, I love you, Johnny.

(dramatic music)