All language subtitles for Sentimental.Journey.1946.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]bubulac

I'm terribly sorry, Jan, but I'm afraid
I have to go.

But Wally, why?

You promised to stay a week.

I have everything planned.

I wish I could stay, dear,

you know I do, but something's come up.

It can't be as important as that.

You could stay if you wanted to.

You could call whoever it is.

Wally, please!

Look, Jan, we can't go on like this.

It's just no good.

You don't mean that.

Aren't you treating my wife rather
shabbily, old boy?

You know she's in love with you.

Now, wait a minute, Tommy.

Well, isn't she?

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

You do, my dear.

Don't you?

Yes.

It's true.

I do love you with all my heart.

Wait a minute.

That's not the line, is it?

Sounds so... so corny.

I think that's the line, dear.

You know, you changed it this morning.

Well, even I can make mistakes.

Let's see.

Husbands from outside...

Yeah, that's the line all right,
but it's no good.

Look.

When the husband says, "You do, my dear," et cetera,
just say very quietly, "Yes, I do."

Shall I put my hand on his arm?

No, don't do anything.

Stand perfectly still,
but bring it from way inside.

It's simpler that way and
it'll be a lot more effective.

All right, let's try that.
Take it back a couple of lines.

All right, let's see.

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

You do, my dear.

Here they are, out here!

Uh-oh.

That's the end of rehearsal.

- Um...
- Hello, Greg!

Ah, Julie, my wonderful one!

I adore you.

What you got to eat?

Nothing you like, I'm sure.

- Hello, darling.
- Hello, you two.

Hi, Julie.

Wonderful. Go on out.
We're lunching on the terrace.

Well, hello!

Hello, beautiful.

Greetings, maestro.

My favorite director, my favorite producer.

Anyhow, hello.

Hello, Greg.

Are we interrupting something?

Oh, no. We're just running over
a few scenes from the new piece.

Part for me?

Yep, I'm afraid so.

Another crazy, excitable Russian,
I suppose.

Wrong.
You're going to love this part.

You're a quiet, attractive old smoothie
for a change.

Goody, when do I get the script and a drink?

Now, I'll send you the script tomorrow.

Okie-dokie.
Ah, food.

It's divine out here today, Julie,
isn't it?

I just love it.

Aren't you going to mix your chums
a drink, darling?

Oh, sure.
Best one they ever tasted.

If you'd lip those pretty eyes of yours,
you'd see that we have guests for lunch.

See how she orders me around?

Too bad.

Do I hate it?

You know, you might put on a shirt
before we eat.

You tell me you love me madly.

That's all I ask.

Oh, just fairly madly.

Hmm?

Oh.

After five years of marriage, this is obscene.

Disgusting.

Hey, when do we eat?

What's he made up for?

Ah, darling.

Hello.

Hello, characters.

Hello.

Boy, did I get lower elling sound between
my toes.

There's nothing like a brisk wade to work
up an appetite.

Believe it or not, Julie, I was in almost
up to my knees today.

Gonna be over your head in a few days.

We start rehearsals in three weeks.

Three weeks?

Yep.

Well, with an all-around right-hand man
like me at your elbow, you can start tomorrow.

Have I really got a good part,
Julie?

I shouldn't be surprised if you walk away
with the show.

The day anybody walks away with the show
from Julie Beck, I'm Santa Claus.

No actress in this man's town can do it.

And no actor either.

Oh, Bill, give these boys all the drinks
they can hold.

Where are you going?

To turn on the music for you, sweetheart.

See?

That's the kind of service I get.

It ain't bad enough he's gotta have music
with his meals.

It always has to be the same tune.

When are you gonna get tired of that tune?

When Julie gets tired of me.

No record can last that long.

And look, Walt, I want those sketches for
the first act by the middle of next week.

Well, that's impossible, but you usually
get what you want.

Shall I serve lunch, Mr. Wetherly?

Sure, I guess so.

Yes, sir.

Where is Julie?

I'll get her.

Julie!

What are you doing sitting there like...

Julie, what's the matter, baby?

Nothing, darling, I...

I just...

What is it? What happened?

Oh, I... I just felt a little faint for a
minute.

I'm all right now.

You are not, you're white as a sheet.

I'm gonna call Doc Miller.

No, please.

You go on and have your lunch and I'll be
out in a little while.

You're going upstairs and go to bed.

I'm gonna get Miller down here right away.

Oh, Bill, really?

Can't a person feel a little woozy once in
a while?

Not when it's you.

You look very pretty in that bed jacket,
Julie.

Is it that bad?

You'll be wearing one over the next two or
three weeks.

But you know I can't, Jim.

I know you can and I know you will.

Or I'll tell your boyfriend.

And Bill will keep you in bed for the rest
of your life if I tell him that it's necessary.

Now look here, Julie.

We've been over this before.

You've got to slow down.

I promise.

Oh, you've promised before, but you go
right on the same way.

Your acting takes too much out of you,
what you put in it.

Then in addition, you take all Bill's
troubles on your shoulders, too.

Staging, casting, every last detail of
production.

But we've always worked that way.

He wouldn't understand it if I...
- He'll understand if I tell him your condition.

You don't want that, do you?

But you won't?

You promised me.

It's different with Bill.

He can work like a maniac day and night.

He's as strong as an ox.

But you aren't.

Jim...

Tell me the truth.

It's just a matter of time, isn't it?

In a sense, that's true of all of us.

But since we're talking about Julie Beck's
heart, I'd say it depends on... Julie Beck.

Julie, my dear, I'm not trying to frighten
you.

I'm not a prophet.

But I am a doctor.

And your friend.

And this is serious.

It's not myself I'm worried about.

It's Bill.

I don't think he'd go on without me.

He could, but he wouldn't.

He may have to,
if you don't take care of yourself.

I wish I had a child.

I wish so, too.

It would be someone for him
to cling to, if...

You know, you could adopt a child,
Julie.

Yes.

I've thought of that.

What'd he kick me out of the room for?

Because you make him nervous.

Look what you're doing to me.

For once in your life, shut up,
will you?

Okay, okay.

Look, Bill, if I was worried, I'd tell
you, wouldn't I?

Is she all right, Jim?

A couple of weeks in bed and she'll be as
good as ever.

A couple of weeks?

She needs a rest, that's all.

And you better see that she gets it.

Well, sure, she needs a rest.

You know, you ain't the easiest guy in the
world to live with.

I oughta know.

Not that I'm complaining.

Julie, baby, don't ever give me a scare
like that again.

I almost passed out myself.

Now, listen.

You're gonna rest, and I mean rest,
right here in bed for two weeks.

Don't worry about rehearsals.
Don't worry about anything.

Don't even think.

Just lie here like a queen and take it
easy and learn your lines.

What are you laughing at?
- You.

You're so cute.

Don't let Bill keep those people cursing
on the curtain time.

Who's to stop him?

You know how he is before a tryout.

I've seen him through five of them, not
counting the flops he had before he married you.

I think I'll walk back to the hotel.

I got orders to drive you.

Oh, I need some fresh air.

A walk along the beach will do me good.

See you for dinner.

Anything you say, Queenie.

I think I'll make a little porch on top!

Oh, don't do that!
You'll lock the whole house down!

Dorothy, why don't you make a driveway for
the cars instead?

Yes, do!

Oh, hello there!

Oh, hello.
You have quite a brood, haven't you?

Yes, haven't I, though?

They're fresh air fun campers.

This group is from the Martha Stone
orphanage in Brooklyn.

Oh, I see.

They seem to be having a lovely time.

Yes, poor mice.

Their week goes so fast.

Miss Minnie!
Miss Minnie!

We've got ours finished!
Come see! And it's a good one, too!

Oh, that's nice.

Pardon me.

Hello there.

I... I thought your hair would be golden.

Why...

Well, it was a long, long time ago.

What's your name?

Hitty.

Oh, that's a lovely name.

Mine's Julie.

Oh.

Well, don't you like it?

I thought your name was the Lady of
Shalott.

The Lady of Shalott?

That's what it said when Miss McMasters
read about you in the poetry.

Yes, but...

Aren't you the lady in the tower,

who had to see the world
in a mirror, like shadows?

Yes, I...

I guess I am, Hitty.

I was watching for seahorses.

I saw some just a minute ago.

Oh?

They were happy way out there,
kicking up their heels.

And they had beautiful white tossing
manes, didn't they?

And blue, blue eyes like sapphires.

Sapphires...

All the time I knew you were true.

Everything you really believe in is true,
Hitty.

Could I ask you a question?

You don't have to tell if it's a secret.

I'm sure you could keep a secret.

Oh, yes.

How did you break the spell and get out of
that boat, when you were supposed to be dead?

Well...

You remember in the poem when Sir Lancelot
saw the lady lying in the boat and said,

"God in his mercy grant her grace"?

God must have heard him, Hitty.

I'm glad God happened to be listening.

Are those pearls a great prize?

I believe so.

Sir Lancelot gave them to me.

Only everybody calls him Bill nowadays.

Bill?

Oh, yes.

He's Sir Lancelot and Robin Hood and Bill,
all rolled up in one.

Is he a giant?

He doesn't quite reach to the sky,
Hitty, but he's pretty big.

Will you children be down here on the
beach tomorrow?

We're going back home tomorrow.

Oh, I see.

It isn't my real home, of course.

Some gypsy stole me when I was a baby and
took me there.

Miss McMasters is holding me captive until
I can raise the ransom.

Oh...

Of course, some prince might come and rescue me
and take me to the castle of my ancestors.

Oh, I shouldn't be at all surprised.

Maybe the castle isn't there anymore.

Oh, they built those castles to last for
centuries, you know.

You live in a castle, don't you?

Would you like to come and see it one day?

Oh, yes!

Hitty!

Oh, Hitty, where are you?

They're calling you.

Oh, there you are.

Mercy, child, come along.

I'm terribly sorry, it's my fault.
We didn't hear.

That's quite all right.

It's time to go back, Hitty.

Yes, ma'am.

Well...

Good bye, Hitty.

Hurry up, dear.

Would you like this?

You can hear the ocean in it.

Oh, thank you very much, dear.

Good bye.

Good bye.

Alright girls, ready?

And up, forward, march!

Hitty! Hitty!

Come along, dear.

Wonderful.

Terrific, Queenie.

You did it again.

We did it again, Bill.

I'll say we did.

We could open tomorrow on Broadway
and run two years.

You were glorious, darling!

It was wonderful!

Didn't you see me shaking when I was
fishing for that...

You know, honey, I think we could help
that second act curtain.

It was too long a wait
when you crossed to Judson.

Maybe he needs a line to cover.

You sleep?

No.

What do you think?

All right.

What I had in mind was this...

Bill...

What, honey?

What would you say to our...
adopting a child?

What?

I thought it might be wonderful
to adopt a child.

But... what for?

Don't you think it would be nice?

Oh, sure, but...

What's the matter with me?

Am I getting too big, Mom?

You need somebody to play with.

You'd make a wonderful father, Bill.

Where'd you get this idea all of a sudden?

I've been thinking about it for a long time.

You're all the family I need.

But if you want to give me a little
brother or sister...

anything you want's all right with me.

I love you very much.

Are you trying to flirt with me?

Oh, go to sleep.

Julie.

Yes?

Maybe Donnelly's not so nuts at that.

Maybe the show will run two years
in New York.

Maybe three.

Maybe.

Hey, Hitty! Go to the visiting room!

Miss McMasters wants
you! Right this minute, too!

Of course... you'll want to know all
about us, too, and see where Hitty'd live.

We have an apartment in town when we're
working, as we are just now.

Yes, I know.

The papers say your new play is the best
thing in New York.

And I don't wonder.

I never miss a Julie Beck play.

How sweet of you to say so.

Hear that, Bill?

Oh, oh, oh, sure.

Absolutely, I agree.

Then we're not exactly strangers to you,
Miss McMasters.

No.

Not nearly as much as Hitty is,
you might say.

I was a lot like Hitty when I was her age.

That's why I liked her right from the
start.

People thought I was odd, but I wasn't.

As a matter of fact, I thought they were odd,
but we all grew out of it.

Come in.

The lady...

Hello, Hitty.

I'm so glad to see you again, dear.

Hello, Julie.

Come on over here.
I've got somebody I want you to meet.

Hitty, this is Bill.

How do you do?

Hello there, young lady.

How are you?

Fine.

Bill is Sir Lancelot, remember?

Oh, oh, sure, sure.

One and the same.

I traded in the old spear and the armor
for this model.

I'll be in my office right down the hall.

We'll be in later.

I knew you'd come.

Of course.

We've wanted to see you for a long time,
haven't we, Bill?

That's true.

We'd have come a lot sooner,
only we've been so busy.

Haven't we, Bill?

That's a fact.

Only came up for air and a ham sandwich.

Still, that's show business for you, Kitty.

It's Hitty, sir.

It's really Mehitabel, but that's long
for Hitty.

Oh, Hitty?

I'm sorry.

I've got it straight now, Hitty.

Sometimes I'm Gertrude,
and sometimes I'm Amaryllis.

Gertrude sleeps on a cloud.

It must be lovely to be Gertrude.

I'm pretending to be somebody named Janice
every night,

and Bill shows me how to do it.

That's our work.
It's called theater.

It's wonderful work.

Would you like Bill to explain about it?

Oh, yes, please.

Anything you want to know,
just ask the old maestro.

Well, let's see now.

You've seen shows, haven't you?

Like the Ladies Guild Flower Show?

Uh-huh.

Go on, dear, explain it.

It's this way, see?

You've got a play to put on.

That's a story, one you can act out
on the stage.

All right, then you hire some actors.

Actors, you know, to speak the dialogue
and act the characters in the play.

Well, if they're good and the play's good,
you've got a hit.

If not, you've got a turkey.

Is that all there is to it?

I guess that's about it.

Have I left anybody out?

A few, including yourself.

Oh, me?

I'm just kind of head traffic cop,
back of the footlights.

Don't you believe him, Hitty.

He's a very great director.

Someday you'll come to the theater and
then you'll see how it is.

I like it already, because it's all make-believe.

Julie, I was supposed to meet Watkins
about those Chicago contracts, remember?

And you wanted to speak to
Miss McMasters, didn't you?

Yes, darling.

Hitty, will you show us the way?

Yes, it's right out here.

You remember that shell you gave me?

Well, whenever I miss the ocean,
I put it up to my ear and it sounds just...

Good afternoon.

I want to look at some toys.

Lots of them, but we've got to step on it,
I haven't got much time.

- This way, sir.
- Yeah.

Mr. Tweedy, take care of this customer, please.
He's in a great hurry.

Yes.

What can I do for you, sir?

Oh, well, it's like this.

The boss is about to become a father.

I see.

It's a girl.

Oh, they've made up their minds.

What do you mean, made up their minds?
They know. They've seen her.

- Seen her?
- Naturally.

What goes with girls?
Little girls.

They like dolls, don't they?

Invariably, sir.

It's crying, sir.
It's a crying doll.

Very natural, don't you think?

Yes.

But I'm afraid it's a wee bit old for a
new baby, sir.

Now, if I may suggest rattles?

No, no, no, no.

You got me wrong.

You see, this baby is born, weaned,
full-sized.

Here, wrap Lizzie up.

Yes, sir.

Now, let's see.
What else you got?

Well, how old is this child, sir?

How old? Didn't say.

Look, it's this way.

We're sitting in the office.

The phone rings. It's the bride
telling him to come right home.

She's got a kid.

He staggers out, leaving me on the ropes.

Can you tie that?

It's been going on for weeks.

Neither of them spilled a syllable.

If I'd known they were gonna adopt somebody...

Oh, an adopted child.

Well, sure, what'd you think?

Adopted kids like to play with toys,
just like real kids, don't they?

Oh, yes, of course, sir.

That's what I thought.
I'm adopted myself.

Would you consider an elephant,
sir?

An elephant?

Oh, an elephant.

I thought you meant an elephant,
the kind you carry water for.

Yeah, okay, wrap it up.

Now, let's see, what else would a kid
expect from her favorite uncle?

Afternoon, Mr. Weatherly.

Hello there.

Some of those boats go
all the way up the river...

To Providence and
Boston, New Bedford.

Providence.

That must be a beautiful city.

I'm sure it is.

Hello, darling.

Hello, people.

I'm glad to see you, Hitty.
How are you?

Fine, thank you.

That's good.

We were watching the boats while we were
waiting for you, weren't we, Hitty?

Oh, yes.

So you like boats, do you?

Yes, sir.

Bill, dear.

I should say so.

It's Bill and Hitty from now on.

Why don't you two sit down over here and
keep an eye on the river,

while I make something
nice and cool to drink, huh?

Good girl.

I'm kind of partial to boats myself.

Shall we have another look?

All right.

There's a nice big one, that old freighter.

What do you suppose she's carrying?

Fried bananas?

Fried?

No, of course not.

Raw.

Would you like to see my watch?

It's an old one.

I'm very fond of it.

It belonged to my father.

It's very nice.

Not very lively music, is it?

Shall I change it?

Oh, no, I like it.

It's like water.

Yeah, it is, isn't it?

Nice, watery music.

It makes you feel kind of thirsty,
doesn't it?

Oh, no, not that kind of water.

Oh, more like river water?

No, just water.

Blue water.

Oh, here we are.

It's pretty close to dinner time...

but I think today Hitty could have a glass
of ginger ale with us.

Thank you.

Well, here's to us.

To us.

To us.

- Hello, Martha.
- Hello, Mr. Donnelly.

Where's the little stranger?
And Momsie and Popsie.

Come on in, Donnelly.

- Can I...
- Oh, no thanks, lassie.

I think I'll make it.

- Here, let me give you a hand.
- Not on your life.

Well, well, well.

What do you know?

Hitty, this is Uncle Donnelly.

- How do you do?
- How do you do yourself?

I bet you can't guess who these are all
for.

- Me, maybe?
- You keep out of this.

If these don't make your eyes pop,
I don't know kids.

See, I think this is number one.

While you're doing that, I'll make you a
drink.

Yeah, thanks.
I could use one.

Where did you learn about kids,
in the funny papers?

Always knew about them.
I used to be one.

Oh, no!

Here.

How's that?

Like it?

Oh, yes!

It's like a real little baby!

It cries, too.

Cries all the time.

Listen.

You'll probably be up half the night
walking the floor with her.

And this goes with it.

Here.

Don't let them snap at each other now.

Oh, they wouldn't.

Of course not.

And this is just in case you get a yearn to
express yourself.

It's got a good tone, too.

Listen.

- Good, huh?
- Uh-huh!

Your Uncle Donnelly's a regular Santa Claus,
isn't he, dear?

And I'm just getting warmed up.
Wait till you see this.

Oh...

This is an elephant, except that it's much nicer
to feel than a real elephant because it's velvet.

Like it?

Oh, yes, Uncle Donnelly.

You keep on calling me uncle,
I'll get you a whole menagerie.

A unicorn, too?

The biggest uni...

Unicorn?
What kind of corn is that?

It's got one horn
in the middle of its forehead.

I saw a picture of one in a book.

Oh, oh, oh, them!

I'll get you a whole flock of them.

Oh, will you, Uncle Donnelly?

Sure.

But... I think they only come in ones.

Excuse me.

Oh, uh, come in, Miss Benson.

This is Mr. Weatherly, Miss Benson,
and Mr. Donnelly.

How do you do?

Mr. Donnelly brought Hitty
some beautiful presents.

My, what a lot!

Come, dear, it's time for us
to get ready for dinner now.

Say good night to Uncle Donnelly,
dear.

Good night, Uncle Donnelly.

And thanks for everything.

The unicorn, too.

Don't mention it, niecey.

Lots more coming.

Come, dear.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Well, all I can say is, you two always did
know how to pick them.

Isn't she wonderful, Donn?

Terrific.

Wait till you know her better.
You'll love her.

I'm hooked already.

And what a lucky guy you are.

Yeah.

It's very sweet of you, Donn,
to go to all this trouble.

Forget it.

And boy, is she smart.

How do you like that, that unicorn thing
she pulled on me?

That's mild, brother, to some of the
things she pulled on me.

It's just that she has such a wonderful
imagination.

I'll say.

Oh, we're gonna have some great times,
you and Queenie and niecey and me,

raiding the icebox, wading in the sound.

I bet you can't wait till tomorrow to get
down to the country, huh, Maestro?

We're leaving early.

I don't think we'll be going out of the
house tomorrow, Donn.

Why not?

We always do.

I really think it would be better not to
go just this first Sunday.

Would you mind very much, darling?

Let's get used to being a family
right here first.

But it'll be hot in town.

Why can't we get used to being a family
down there?

You won't be sorry.

We'll have a lovely time.

Well, okay, if that's the way you want it.

Come in.

Good morning, Mehitabel!

Good morning, Bill.

- Breakfast, your highness.
- Hooray!

I reserved the table right over here.

Looks good, too.

There you are.

Your napkin, sir.

Thank you.

Your paper, sir.

Thank you.

It's turned to Drama,
Review of the Week.

My goodness.

How did you know that's what I like with
Sunday morning breakfast?

It's a deep, dark secret, isn't it,
Hitty?

Oh, mystery women, eh?

Well, madam, how about pouring my coffee?

Think you can manage it, Hitty?

Yes, Julie.

It won't matter if you scald him a little.

Never mind, Hitty.
I'll pour it myself.

You're a minor.

Can't work minors in this state,
especially on Sundays.

Thanks just the same.

Let Hitty pour it, dear.

Oh?

All right.

Guess I'm too weak to lift it after all.

Thank you.

Now his robe, Hitty, goes right here
at the foot of the bed.

Yes, Julie.

We do spoil him, don't we, dear?

But I suppose it's too late to change now.

We'll just have to go right on
being his slaves.

I'll remember.

We have a wonderful day planned for you,
darling, haven't we, Hitty?

Oh, yes, we're going to the zoo!

The zoo?

Now don't pretend you're not excited.

It will do you good.

How?

You can learn a lot from the animals,
can't he, Hitty?

How am I supposed to take that?

Cheerfully.

Now you finish your breakfast and get dressed,
and we'll be ready to leave in an hour.

I'll be with you.

Hurry now.

What next?

Bears or seals?

Seals, huh?

It's good?

Here's another one.

Oh, look at that one over there.

He's looking like a dolphin!

A what?

A dolphin.

Of course he does.

Funny, I didn't think of it myself.

A dolphin is a sea creature that used to
play with Neptune and his wife.

Oh, that must have been a lot of fun.

Look, let's go someplace and have a nice,
big banana split.

You know, bananas, ice cream, nuts,
and a lot of goo.

You can make believe it's a wog wog or a
griffin or something else before you eat it.

Well, before we do, let's see what else
they have here.

He carries his own stilts, doesn't he?

He's like an... an...

Come on, Hitty, let's have it.

I knew he'd be something else.

I don't know how to say it.

It's I-B-I-S.

Ibis.

Yes, ibis.

Tell me something, Hitty.

Where did you learn about all these
ibises and dolphins?

In a house where Miss McMaster set me to
live once.

I saw their pictures in a book, but I knew
who they were the moment I saw them.

The man said there never were any ibises
and things.

But I told him I knew there were because
I'd seen them.

What did he say to that?

He didn't say anything.

He didn't understand, did he, dear?

No...

What do you say we go someplace
and cool off, huh?

I remember when they had swan boats on this lake.

When I was a kid, I was crazy to ride in
one.

But I never had the price.

Oh, that's too bad.

Now that I've got the price,
there are no swan boats.

And look at me.

A regular galley slave.

Poor darling.

Sympathy is what I love most,
next to you.

Right.

What's the matter, dear?

I'm afraid.

Afraid of what?

You won't go away someday like
the Lady of Shalott, will you?

Go away?

Where?

What's she talking about?

She's just thinking about a poem, dear.

Doesn't she ever think about...
about what's going on right here?

Bill.

I'm sorry.

Julie, don't ever go away.

Don't cry, Hitty.

I'm not going away.

Let's go in, Bill.

Please.

I'm sorry, Hitty, but honestly, you ought
to come out of the attic once in a while.

You'll get cobwebs in your hair.

Here you are, folks.

Horses, all kinds of horses.

Thoroughbreds, fiery steeds and champions.

How about a horse for the little girl,
mister?

Would you like a horse, Hitty?

You can't go wrong, little lady.

They have a pedigree a mile long.

Guaranteed sound in wind and limb.

And to you, mister, only one buck.

How about it?

Oh, yes, Bill.

Well, let's see.

This one looks like he might do.

Oh, no.

This one, please!

All right.
He looks fine.

He looks like a real thoroughbred.

He is a nice one.

Here you are, pal.

Thank you, mister.

All right, folks.

Horses, thoroughbreds, fiery steeds and
champions.

He's the most beautiful horse I ever saw.

Sure. That's why I picked him.

Makes Sea Biscuit look like a plug.

What do you call your little horse,
Hitty?

No name.

Quite a handle, eh, Doc?

No name.

Just right for a noble steed like that,
hmm?

How is she, Jim?

Just a little temperature.
She'd be alright in a day or two.

See? What did I tell you?

Children get these stomach upsets
now and then.

Just nature's way of showing them who's
boss.

That's good news, isn't it, Hitty?

Sure, she's gonna be all right.

- Good night, my head of bull.
- Good night.

Good night, young lady.

Good night, doctor.

Come on, darling.
We better get started.

Will you be all right while we're gone?

Yes, Julie.

Good night, darling.

Julie.

Yes, dear?

Will you turn on my record before you go,
please?

Of course, darling.

But that...

that's our song!

Yes, I know, Bill,

but it's Hitty's song now, too.

She likes to play it
while we're at the theater.

Oh.

Night, Hitty.

If you need anything, dear, just call
Martha.

I will.

No name, eh?

That's just like her, isn't it?

I wish somebody loved me as much as that
child does you, Julie.

Bill, would you mind very much if I didn't
go to the party?

What do you mean?

Well, I... I thought
I'd stay with Hitty.

You go on and tell Ruthie...
- Jim says she's all right.

Yes, I know, but she still has a little
temperature and Miss Benson's out.

There's nothing for you to do here.

Martha will take care of her if she needs
anything.

No, Bill, please.

You understand.

Sure I do.

I like the kid, too.

But we don't have to change her whole
lives on her account, do we?

Nothing to worry about.

She's the most self-sufficient child ever
saw in my life.

Come on, let's go.

I'm... I'm sorry, Bill.

I just can't leave her alone tonight.

Okay.

Bill!

He's more of a child than Hitty.

That's why I wanted her,

for him.

I thought she might help him grow up...

and look after him, too...

if it comes to that.

I'm afraid it won't work, my dear.

I'm sorry.

What do you mean?

It is a rare child...
and that's not the kind Bill needs.

He just doesn't speak her language.

He'll never understand her.

He's too self-absorbed.

He's too used to having you and his world
revolve around him.

You've done that to him, you know.

We've been very happy, Jill.

Yes, I know you have...

and I want you to continue to be happy.

Bill won't change...

and Hitty won't change either.

Are you suggesting that...

that I send Hitty back?

Well, you see how it is.

Someday you will have to choose,
Julie.

But I... I can't, Jim.

I couldn't send Hitty back now...

I love her too much.

More than... Bill?

I'm sorry, my dear... but she's been
here long enough to give it a fair trial.

The sooner you do it, the better it will
be for Hitty... as well as for Bill... and you.

You know, this isn't helping your
condition either.

Hitty's young.
She'll get over it.

You'll still be the Lady of Shalott in her
dreams.

I can't, Jim.

I can't.

I'm afraid you must, my dear.

If you wait too long, this may lead to...

Think it over, Julie.

Good night, my dear.

Yes?

May I come in, Julie?

Of course, dear.

Did you have a good lesson?

Yes, Julie.
Except in arithmetic.

Miss Benson says I'll have to dig in.

I wasn't very good at arithmetic either.

I'm afraid that's why I went on the stage.

I wanted to show you something.

It's my diary.

Oh.

I didn't know you were keeping a diary.

I just started it.

I've only written on three pages.

Yesterday, next Wednesday, and next
Christmas.

Next Christmas?

Yes.

Sit down, dear, and read me everything
you've written.

This is yesterday.

Today Uncle Don brought me this diary and
made some jokes.

I had my first lesson since I was sick.

Julie took me to lunch and everybody
looked at her because she is so beautiful.

I had dinner by myself because Julie was
going out to have dinner with Bill.

Bill has been very busy lately so I
haven't seen him very much.

Here's next Wednesday.

I went to Julie's matinee again.

Remember?

You promised to take me to the matinee.

Of course I did.

And here's next Christmas.

We had a beautiful tree and sang
Christmas carols.

Like you said.

Yes.

I haven't got today yet because today isn't
over with and I don't know what will happen.

It's a lovely diary, Hitty.

Hitty, I...

You know, Hitty, we all live more or less
by our dreams.

I think people like you and me would die
if we couldn't dream.

Bill too.

Bill's a great dreamer in his own way.

Hitty, my darling.

Sometimes we want things so badly, so
badly that we don't realize how selfish we are.

Now I know...

that nothing really belongs to us that is
bought at somebody else's expense.

And...

And we must give it up.

No matter at what cost.

Do you think you understand?

Yes, Julie.

You know how it is with Bill and me,
how we love each other.

People who love each other must learn to
make allowances for each other.

They don't always see eye to eye on
things, even important things.

There's you, for instance.

Bill sees you one way and I another.

I know what you mean, Julie.

Bill doesn't like me to talk about ibises and
unicorns and things like that the way you do.

And you want me to talk about things he
likes.

Isn't that what you mean, Julie?

Yes, of course.

Julie!

Yes, of course.

That's what I mean.

What's the matter, Julie?

Tell Martha to get Dr. Miller right away.

Martha!

Martha!

Martha, come quick!

Call Dr. Miller, he's got to come right away!

Something happened to Miss Julie!

Something terrible! She's sick!

- Oh, I better go to her!
- No!

No, there isn't time! Just call the doctor, quick!

Yes, Miss, be right with...

Martha's calling him, Julie.
Martha's calling the doctor.

Julie, I'm afraid.

Don't be, dear.

You love your little horse, don't you?

I love you more.

More than anything.

Hitty...

I may have to go away.

No, Julie, no!

But it's... It's not really going away.

As long as we're in each other's hearts
and thoughts.

That's not really going away.

And Hitty...

Stay with Bill.

No matter what, stay with him.

Watch over him.

Bring him his breakfast...

and the flour on his napkin.

He's so, so little.

All the things we did for him...

together...

we'll... still... do for... him.

Yes, Julie, I promise.

Julie...

Julie!

Oh, Julie!

Julie!

Julie!

Julie!

We'll see how it goes tonight.
- Yeah.

Mr. Weatherly, I just phoned Dr. Miller.

There's something wrong with Miss Julie.

- What?
- Something's happened.

Hurry, please.

Julie...

Julie!

Where's the doctor?

He's coming, they called his home.

Julie...

Julie!

Julie!

What do you say we go, huh, Bill?

I know how you feel.

I feel the same way, but it doesn't do you
any good coming here every day like this.

She wouldn't want you to go to pieces.

You know that, don't you, Bill?

You could even open the show again,
with Ruthie.

I got a hunch Julie would want you to do that.

It would take your mind off things.

Don't you think so?

Bill, you've got to put yourself together.

And I think you ought to go home.

You know you're welcome
to stay at my place as long as you like,

but there's no one to look after you there.

Besides, there's Hitty.

You ought to go back to her.

Poor kid, she's alone there waiting for you.

You owe her something too, you know.

Come on, Bill.

Come on.

Won't you eat a little more, Miss Hitty?

I don't think I can eat a bite of dinner.

Well, I can't say to blame you.

I've never seen such a child.

If she'd just open her mouth and say
something.

There she sits, night after night,
staring at his empty plate.

And me, cooking meals for him and her when
there's only her there to eat it.

And fixing those breakfast trays.

You know, just this morning I tried to
tell her.

There's no use carrying it upstairs,
dear.

He ain't there.

But she would have it.

Didn't eat enough to feed a sparrow,
as usual.

- If he don't come home soon...
- I say it's more his fault than hers.

Leaving a child like that to run the house.

Does she want any dessert?

She didn't say.

She never says anything.

It's giving me the creeps, she in that
locked room.

And him carrying the key.

Like we go in there against his orders.

Oh, it's morbid.

That's what it is.

What have you got for dessert, Agnes?

Charlotte pudding.

It's her favorite.

I'll try again.

You'd like the dessert, Miss Hitty.

If you'd only try it.

It's chocolate pudding.

Oh, no, Dave.

Julie knows we did our best.

Don't you, Julie?

Of course I do, dear.

Nobody could have done better.

I knew you'd come back.

I've never been away.

Have I no name?

That's what he said.

Now Bill will come back too, won't he?

Of course he will.

But you mustn't cry.

He wouldn't like that.

And don't you think you ought to
wash your face and put on a pretty hair ribbon?

He might come back any time, even tonight.

And you want to look pretty for him,
don't you?

Oh, yes.

Go to bed, Bill.

Who is it?

It's me, Bill!

Good morning.

Morning.

Breakfast, Your Highness.

Well, aren't you going to get into bed?

Just... put it on the desk.

Please get into bed, Bill.

In bed.

There you are.

Now you just wait until I open up the
curtains.

Then I'll pour your coffee for you.

There, that's better.

You're just spoiled, that's all.

You don't mind if I scold you
a little bit, do you?

No, I don't mind.

There.

Your napkin, sir.

Take it away.

You don't have to bother about my
breakfast anymore, Hitty.

Oh, yes, I do!

Miss Benson went away this morning.

Who?

The governess.

What for?

She said I drove her crazy.

Oh, I forgot.

I didn't give you the dramatic section.

Thanks.

No Name's glad you're home, too.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Weatherly.

Good morning, Martha.

It's good to have you home again,
sir.

Thank you.

There's something I ought to tell you,
sir.

Miss Benson...
- Oh, yes, yes, I know.

And there's something else, sir.

She orders your dinner cooked night after
night.

I mean Hitty.

And sits alone at table watching your
empty place.

- What?
- That's what she does, sir.

And your breakfast tray, too.

Bringing it up here every morning,
though she knows you're not there, sir.

Will you be coming home for dinner
tonight, sir?

I don't know...

Keep an eye on her, will you, Martha?

That I will, sir.

- Martha...
- Yes, sir?

I'll be home for dinner.

Oh, thank you, sir.

- Hello, Martha.
- Mr. Donnelly.

How's life in the green indoors?

Oh, it's a worry like it is outdoors.

Oh, just a minute.
I don't want to forget this.

So you brought her a book this time.

If you ask me, she's had
too much of books already.

Oh, this isn't for her.

It's for me.

You see that?

A shortcut to child pis...

No, no, no. You don't sound the P.
Psychology.

A shortcut to child psychology.

My, what's that?

Psychology is the science that treats of mental
phenomena and their classification and analysis.

Child psychology is the same thing,
only with kids.

It tells you what goes on in their noodles
so you can steer them in the right direction.

Martha, do you know what that book is
gonna do?

What?

This book is going to bring Bill and Hitty
together.

You don't say?

Oh, sure. I'll explain it to you.

Now, for instance, take unicorns.

Unicorn?

Yeah, it's some kind of an animal.

I don't know what it is myself.

Anyway, Hitty wants one.

And I promised it to her.

I went to every pet shop in town,
but they just don't stock them.

I don't know why.

But do you go to Hitty and say,
unicorns are no good, forget them?

No.
You say unicorns are terrific.

Some of my best friends are unicorns.

Now, I don't say that a puppy is in the
same class with a unicorn.

However, it's a mighty handy thing
to have around.

So what do you say to a nice puppy?

Right away, she's howling for a puppy.

I get her one.

Bill sees her playing with it,

that's something he can understand,

and the first thing you know,
they're like that.

Good.

That's the positive approach.

Here, I got it marked in the book here.

In dealing with precocious children,
indirect persuasion on the child's

psychological plane is superior to
ratiocination on the adult level.

It's very simple. Bill's secretary,
Miss Weintraub, explained it to me.

It makes me want a puppy myself.

It does?

Yes.

Well, you see, it works!

Oh, it's kind of you to read a whole book
on Hitty's account, Mr. Donnelly.

Oh, I'd do anything for that kid.

Hello, Uncle Don.

Well, well, look who's here.

I was just about to ask for you
to come down.

Why, you're looking swell today.

Bill's back!

Why, sure, I knew he'd come back.

Hiya, champ.
What's good in the fort?

We came down to watch the boats.

You did?

Well, you sure got a good grandstand seat
here for it.

What do you like, steamboats or sailboats?

Oh, I like sailboats.

Someday I'm going to ask Bill to take me
and No Name all the way up to Providence.

Providence?
What do you want to go there for?

Because it's so beautiful.

Whatever gave you that idea?

It just sounds like it must be.

Now, listen, if you ever asked Bill
to do a crazy thing

like that, he'd think you were positively...

Uh, no, no, no, that isn't what I mean.

Here, here, sit down here.

Did you say Providence City?

Why, it's terrific.

It's the most beautiful city in the world.

Trees, houses, streets.

It's the garden spot of the universe.

Did I mention that some of my best friends
live there?

Oh, I knew it would be like that.

However, however, on the other hand,
take New York.

Now, I'm not saying it's
in the same place with

Providence, but it's a mighty
handy thing to have around.

Look at Broadway, look at the skyscrapers, the
subway, Coney Island, Brooklyn, the Motherland.

What about taking in New York?

Why don't you want us to go to Providence,
Uncle Don?

Don't you like your best friends there
anymore?

Where?

Providence!

Why don't you want us to go to Providence?

Uh...

Uh, uh... Excuse me, I gotta light a cigar.

- Oh, hello, Donnelly.
- Oh! Oh, hello, Bill.

You're home early, huh?
- Yep.

Can I fix you a drink?

No thanks, not now.

How are you, Hitty?

I'm fine, Bill.

That's good.

Hitty, I want to have a little talk with
you.

I've been thinking things over,
about you and me...

About you...

And I've decided the best thing to do is...
I'm gonna send you away to school.

Boarding school.

Away?

But you can't do that!

You can't send the kid away!

Listen, Bill, I got a better angle on the
whole thing.

There'll be a lot of children your own age
to play with.

Nice teachers.

You'll be crazy about it.

Won't she, Donnelly?

Huh?

Oh, sure, sure, I'd go myself
if I had the time.

Honest, I would, Hitty.

I'm sure you'll like it.

Oh, no, Bill, no!

But, Hitty, you can't stay here.

There's no one to take care of you.

Besides, I...
- Excuse me.

Are you Mr. Weatherly?

Yes.

I'm Mrs. Dean.

Dean?

Oh, but hasn't Hitty told you?

I'm her new governess.

I thought you'd want me to get somebody
after Miss Benson left.

Martha helped me.

Wasn't Hitty authorized to engage me?

Of course not.

Oh, well, I've just unpacked my things.

I'm sorry, Miss Dean.
I'd... like to speak to Hitty alone.

Certainly, Mr. Weatherly.

Well, I...

I got a few things to do myself.

I guess I'll be running along.

So long, Bill.
See you later, Hitty.

A... chair...

Hitty, I don't know what's gotten into
you.

You're going away to boarding school,
and that's that.

But I can't go.

What do you mean, you can't go?

Julie told me not to leave you,
no matter what.

When... did she say that?

She always said it,
even before she went away.

She told me to watch over you and do
everything I could for you.

Because you're so little.

Tell Mrs.... What's her name?

That she can stay.

Oh, I will!

No, thank you, Agnes.

You know what I've been thinking,
Mrs. Dean?

What?

Poor Mr. Bill never will get over Miss Julie.

It's getting worse all the time.

If he'd only get interested
in the theater again.

Well, I think if he took more interest in
the child, it might help him forget.

It just doesn't seem to...

Let you now, you'd better catch him.

Good morning, Mr. Weatherly.

Good morning.

Hitty asked me to explain why she didn't
bring your breakfast tray this morning.

She left early before you were awake.

She went out with Mr. Donnelly.

Oh?

I was sure you wouldn't object.

Sundays are rather lonely days for Hitty,
Mr. Weatherly.

I think she misses going to Long Island
with you.

No, no, I don't object.

Do everything you can to keep her
entertained, will you?

Certainly, Mr. Weatherly.
Shall I see about your breakfast?

No, thanks.
I'll have something on the way out.

Yes, sir.

Hello, Bill.

What are you doing here?

You'll see.

Well, come on in, maestro.
Make yourself at home.

You know everybody.

Oh, it's so good to see you again,
darling.

Dear Bill, Rogozhin greets you with
affection.

Well, what is all this?

Gathering the clan, buster.

We thought you'd like to see all the old
gang again, didn't we, Hitty?

Here, let me help you with your mink.

As a matter of fact, it was all Hitty's
idea.

So step right in, partner.

Make yourself comfortable.

Sure, Mr. Bill.

No one can say "Don't ham up that scene, Judd,"
like Bill Weatherly.

Even myself, I've been like a country
without a king.

Sit down! Take a load off your feet.

We'll be putting on the feed bag any minute.

Aren't you glad everybody's here, Bill?

Sure.

I'm... I'm glad to see you all.

That's the spirit! Martha, your cue.

Cocktails, bravo!

Next comes food, then I begin to live
again.

Mr. Weatherly.

Thank you.

Thank you, Martha.

Sit down, Bill.

I'll get the appetizers.

She's been helping Martha
with the hors d'oeuvre.

Seems to know just what you like.

Bill, I have wonderful news for you.

I've just received the most flattering
offer.

One, I must say, worthy of the talents of
Gregory Petrovich Rogozhin.

I have been invited to play Hamlet, with a
company of distinguished players, as the guest star.

- Where, Gregory?
- Where, Greg?

At the Roofless Barn Theater Company in
Lumber City, Minnesota.

Lumber City, that ought to be a tremendous
production.

Oh, but Natch, this will be my first performance

since I played at the Dogorki Theater in
Nizhny Novgorod.

To be or not to be...

Bah, how much better Shakespeare is in Russian!

Yeah, he can suffer more.

Exactly, you have a Russian soul.

Lumber City, huh?

We went through there once, but I don't
remember any theater.

- Me too.
- Roofless or otherwise.

Sure.

Do you realize the terrible thing that's
going to happen to me next Friday?

What's that?

I'm going to be 25 years old.

I don't believe it.

Of course, I'm telling everybody else I'm
still 21.

Anyhow, I'm giving a party
and you're coming.

- Thanks, Ruthie, but I don't think...
- Mmm, yum, yum.

Everything's just the way it was,
isn't it, Bill?

Oh, I forgot to thank you for inviting me
to your lovely party, Hitty.

Oh, but it isn't my party.
It's Bill's!

That's right, Hitty, but don't let them
stuff themselves.

Remember, there's a big feed coming.

Something you like, too.

She's awfully fond of you, Bill.

She sure is.

It's a clear case of what they call an obsession.

You're so pretty.

You're just like velvet, aren't you?

Just like velvet.

How beautiful everything looks.

It's just the way it was.

Do you really think so, Julie?

I think so, but you've forgotten
something, dear.

Bill likes to have music with his lunch.

Remember?

Oh, yes.

Shall I turn it on now?

I would.

Well, all I know is I've been sleeping
better since I've been taking vitamins.

Vitamins, my eye!

I only took one of my life, and that was
to help a pal finish a bottle of them.

Vitamins are okay if they're smothered in
steak, huh, Bill?

You said it.

Hey, talking about steak, I found a little
joint the other night.

I got a steak about...

Don't you want the music on, Bill?

No, Hitty, not now.

But Julie told me to turn it on.

What?

What are you talking about?

- Julie just said that you liked...
- Just said?

Why, yes, just now, in the dining room.

We were talking about you, and...

Oh, but she isn't there now.

She never stays very long.

Don't you realize she's...

But she was there, Bill.

She was!

Donnelly, take her home!

But...

Look, I'm sorry.

I realize what you're all trying to do, and I...

I do appreciate it, but...

it's just no use.

I...

I ain't telling you not to cry.

There's nothing like a good cry.

But did you ever try laughing?

Makes you feel better, huh?

Julie was there.

She was!

She was!

Sure, I know, kid.

Sure she was.

I saw her.

I saw her!

Hello?

Yes, Miss Dean.

Is Hitty there with you, Mr. Weatherly?

She isn't?

Well, where can she be?

I went up to call her for supper,
and she's gone.

Gone?

Gone where?

Where could she go?

Didn't Donnelly bring her home?

Get a hold of him and tell him to come
over and wait for me.

Did you call the orphanage?

Call them.

I'll be home right away.

Mr. Donnelly brought her back
about two o'clock.

She looked rather tired and said she
wanted to take a nap.

And when I went upstairs to awaken her at
six o'clock, she was gone.

Well, a lot of kids run away after a spat,
Mr. Weatherly.

But don't worry, we always pick them up
sooner or later.

What do you mean sooner or later?

Well, you know, once in
a while, one of them takes

the whole thing too seriously
and does something, uh...

But Hitty wouldn't do a thing like that.

No, of course she wouldn't.

Oh, the poor little kyte!

Please, Mrs. Dean.

I'll get it.

Hello, Sergeant McFarlane speaking.

Oh, yes.

Okay, keep in touch.

The orphanage.

Not there yet.

But it's been hours now!

Why hasn't somebody picked her up?

Thanks, Sergeant.

Nothing, huh?

Headache any better?

No, I'm okay.

Wouldn't you like a cup of coffee,
Mr. Weatherly?

No, thanks.

I'll take one if you don't mind,
Mrs. Dean.

Yes, sir.

Bill, why don't you go upstairs and lie down?

I'll stick by the phone.

Go ahead, I'll call you if anything happens.

Oh, Mr. Donnelly, I hope Mr. Weatherly
doesn't think...

Make it light, Mrs. Dean.

Bill, dear.

My dearest one.

This is our song.

It will always be our song.

As everything we shared together will
always be ours.

When you hear this,
a part of me will be gone.

But Hitty will be there.

Not to take my place.

But to be the living link between us.

It was a miracle,
my finding her by the sea.

The child I was.

Dreams, funny little face and all.

By now, I'm sure you love and understand
each other.

You barked at me too in the beginning,
remember?

You know, Hitty and I used to rehearse
how to spoil you.

At first, it was like a game to her.

And then, it became the most important
thing in her life.

And Bill, dear, when I knew I had to go,
I didn't know how to say goodbye.

And now I don't have to, do I?

How lucky we are to have her, Bill.

Yes, Julie.

We are.

It was a miracle,
my finding her by the sea.

My finding her by the sea.

By the sea.

By the sea...

Julie!

Julie!

Julie, where are you?

Julie!

Julie, I thought you'd be here.

Don't cry, Hitty.

I am here.

Julie!

Please go back, Hitty.

Please go back to Bill.

He doesn't want me, Julie.

I've tried so hard.

I know you have, dear.

But you shouldn't have run away.

I had to.

I couldn't find you.

Bill's gonna send me away.

I just know he is.

I had to find you.

That's just the trouble, dear.

Don't you see?

You've been looking for me so hard and...

Bill's been looking for me so hard that...

you've missed each other.

Isn't that true?

Yes, Julie.

I guess it is.

Then go back.

Bill must be terribly worried about you.

Do you really think he is?

I know he is.

Does he see you too?

No, dear.

Not the way you do.

But from now on, I'll be with you
in a different way.

You'll both see me.

Through each other.

Through being happy together.

Do you understand?

I think so, Julie.

Yes, I understand.

Then go back, dear.

Now.

And never let him lose you.

Go back.

Hitty!

Hitty!

Bill!

Bill!

Hitty!

Hitty!

Bill!

Hitty!

Bill!

Where are you, Bill?
I can't see you!

Bill!

Hitty!

Hitty, where are you?

Look!

Hitty!

Hitty, baby!

Are you all right?

Sure she's all right.

Don't worry, honey.
We'll catch you now.

Bill! Oh, Bill!

You warm enough, honey?

Yeah, that's just what I was going to ask.

Bill?

Hmm?

You just try to lose me.

You just try.

Not a chance, baby.

Well?

I won't need this anymore.

I'll have to read that sometime.

It won't work.

What I need is a good, long vacation.

Just Hitty and me.

You can look after things while we're gone.

Yeah, sure.

You need it.

Good, long vacation.

Trees and sky, birds singing,
all that kind of stuff.

Nothing like good old Mother Nature to
pick a fella up.

Of course, I ain't saying that putting on a show
is in a class with Mother Nature, but...

me, I just can't get away from the theater.

I like the smell of the place.

The rehearsals, opening nights, waiting up all
night to see what the critics will have to say.

That may not be nature, but it's
second nature to me.

I, um...

I hear Johnny Conrad's written a new play.

Yeah, you want me to get it for you?

Yeah, yeah.

I'd like to look it over.

You mean you're not going on vacation,
you're going back to work?

Sure.

Why not?

After all, I got a kid to support,
haven't I?

Yeah, sure.

Well, gee, Bill, that's swell.
Congratul...

Holy smoke, it worked.

What worked?

The book, the book, don't you see?

It's the positive approach.

There's nothing wrong with child
psychology except one thing.

- What's that?
- It don't work on kids!

They're too smart.

Don't you think you two better go to bed?

We're going.

- Good night, darling.
- Good night, old-timer.

Good night.