All language subtitles for Millie (Dillon, John Francis 1931)_BDRip.1080p.x264.AAC_EN

Hey, fellas, look!

Well, if it isn't Jack Maitland
tearing up the town again.

Who's that in the front seat?
Millie Blake?

Millie? Oh! Oh, boy!

Hey, let me see! Let me see!

Boy, what a ball of fire she is.
And just raring to go.

Well, there wasn't any of these rarings
going on before her old man died.

That girl needs a father.

Millie knows how to take care of herself.

- And don't I know it.
- Well, maybe she does.

Oh, I love this.

I've never ridden fast enough.
I get a thrill out of it.

I want excitement.

I want to live to go everywhere
and see everything and do everything.

How would you like to go to New York,
Millie?

Oh, I'd love it, but...

Oh, it'll be a long time
before I get there, I guess.

How would you like to go with me?

Listen, that's the one thing I won't do.

I thought we settled that
a year ago at Miller's farm.

I mean it.

I think you're the most
beautiful girl in the world,

and I'm the man to take care of you.

Am I being proposed to?

You're getting the news
broken to you gently

that you're going to be
Mrs. Jack Maitland of New York.

- Gee, that looks funny.
- It looks great.

- Anything else, sir? Ice water?
- No.

If I want anything, I'll... I'll call you.

- Thank you, sir.
- Sure.

Millie.

Why, darling, you're trembling.

Oh. It-It's just excitement.

Mrs. Jack Maitland.

Are you... sleepy?

Me? Oh, no! No!

No.

Why don't we drive to New York now.

- Now?
- It's only two hours.

Now see here.

Who is your boss?

My husband.

Do you love him?

Yes.

Afraid of him?

I guess I'm silly.

Of course you are.

Now, come on, darling, and get some rest.
You're all tired out.

A little rest will do you worlds of good.

I have to telegraph.

- Telegraph?
- Yeah, my mother.

Oh, good heavens.

I'll telephone her. You get to bed.

Hello. Give me long distance, please.

Hello, uh, Mrs. Blake?
Uh, this is Jack Maitland.

Millie wants to talk to you.
Hold the wire, please.

Yes, hold... hold the phone.

Oh, Millie!

Millie!

Come on, darling. This is long distance.

Step on it.

But I haven't anything to put on.

Oh, here.

Please hurry, honey.

Hello, dear.

I'm... I'm married.

I married Jack Maitland.
We're in a hotel in Greenwich.

Married?

Well, if you're married
to such a fine man as Jack Maitland,

what are you crying about?

But I... I never got married before.

How can I tell?

I'll... I'll write to you
when we get to New York.

Bye-bye, dear.

Millie?

Did you tell her?

Yes.

What did she say?

She said for you to be good to me.

What?

You did? Well, think of that.

Such a big girl.
I don't know my little baby.

Yes, dear. Do you want your bath now, huh?

You do? Does your mama give it to you?

Oh, you dear.

Mother loves you so, precious one.

Come on, stand up. Up she go...
Oh, you're getting so big.

Honey, I don't know my little girl.

Come on. Should we go in?

All righty.

Come in.

Time for the baby's bath, Mrs. Maitland.

Oh, let me give her a bath, will you?

- I'll do it just like you do.
- Now, Mrs. Maitland, don't tease.

Oh, go on. Please let me.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Maitland.

Say, whose baby is this?

Well, what's that all about?

Oh, it's that governess.
You'd think she owned my baby.

I only see it about ten minutes a day.

Oh, Jack.

Don't be cross.

Honey, it's awful. I haven't got a thing
to do all day long until you come home.

It's too bad about you, isn't it?

A beautiful home,
all the clothes that money can buy,

and a car to ride around in.

Oh, that doesn't make up for being lonely.

Yes?

Your bags are all packed, sir,
and the car's at the door.

Yes.

Oh, Jack,
are you gonna go away again this weekend?

My business demands it.

Oh, honey.

Forget business for a couple of days.

Let's be like we used to.
Just the two of us.

Are you going to start that again?

I'm sorry, I...

I won't talk about it anymore.

You're a sweet kid.

I thought you were gonna
forget again this morning.

- Forget what?
- To kiss me.

Well, you see I didn't.

Oh, but, Jack,
I mean a real kiss, the way you used to.

There you are.

Well, what's the matter now?

Don't you love me anymore?

Well, of course I do, sweet, but...

You don't kiss like it.

Well, good heavens, dear, I can't
waste all my days billing and cooing.

I have business to look after.

Well, business didn't bother you
when we were first married.

You don't love me anymore.
That's what it is.

I loved you when I married you,
and I love you now.

Well,
then why do you leave me day after day?

I get so lonesome I could die.

Do you think I go away because I want to?

- Why are you always kicking?
- Well, why shouldn't I kick?

I'd like a little fun for a change.

I'd like a little loving once in a while.

And what do I get?
You're downtown all day.

When you do come home at night,
you go to bed and you snore.

I'm not gonna stand here and argue
with you. I have a train to catch.

- Good-bye.
- That's right! Run!

You big coward, run!

- Good morning, Millicent.
- Good morning, Mother.

- How's the baby?
- Oh, she...

She's just like a little angel.

What's the matter, sweet?

I'm afraid I was cross with Jack
this morning.

Oh, he'll get over it. I'm sure of that.

It takes time for young people
to adjust themselves to each other.

And a whole lot of patience.

You do like me a little, don't you?

I love you, Millicent.

I was thinking only this morning
that if I had a daughter,

I should want her to be just like you.

I could just hug you to pieces, for that.

Thank you, dear.

- Maybe that's Jack now.
- Yes. Maybe.

Hello?

What?

Why, Angie Wickerstaff!

When did you get in New York?

And you never told me.

Why, Angie and I grew up together.

Well, I didn't ring you

because I thought
you might be too proud to talk to me.

Well, then I got thinking
you might get sore if I didn't, so I did.

So she did.

Oh, I live with a girl named Helen.

Oh, I'm... I'm working.

Tell her you're a salesgirl at Macy's.

I'm a salesgirl at Macy's.

- You've got the day off.
- I've got the day off.

Tell her to meet you
in front of Macy's at 1:00.

- Can you meet me in front of Macy's?
- One o'clock.

One o'clock?

All right.

I'd like to see you pretty bad.

Good-bye.

I got her to come.

You got her to come?

She's coming in spite of you.

Yes, I know how to talk to a friend
from home without you tellin' me.

Did you tell her
how to bring your room rent?

You will get your money.
Now, will you fade?

Why, I never knew they had cabarets
running in the daytime.

Ooh, yes. It's a place
for tired businessmen to relax in.

- Oh, hello.
- Hello.

Uh, same as usual?

Yeah, fine.

- I'll take ginger ale.
- Yeah.

I come here pretty often.

Yes, I...
I see you're rather well acquainted.

It isn't hard for a girl
to get acquainted in this town.

Oh, Angie, don't try and spoof me.

I'm your friend.

Tell me,
how did you happen to come to New York?

Well, I got engaged to a man
who got his divorce in Mexico.

You would.

Well, how can a girl
tell what's gonna happen in Mexico?

Oh, Angie.

- Hello, Miss Riley.
- Oh, hello, Max.

I'm looking for my girlfriend.

- Oh, never mind, there she is.
- All right.

- Oh, there you are, my dear.
- Hello, Helen.

Uh, Miss Riley, Miss Blake.

Oh, uh, Mrs. Maitland now, is it not?

Or just Millie, if you like.

Won't you have something?

Crème de menthe.
Not hard to manage, you know.

This is a pleasant little witch party.

Say, what's that crack?

Uh, I beg your pardon.

Beat it. Beat it. Go on, beat it.

Oh, I hope you don't misunderstand,
my dear.

No, I... I don't.

Oh, then I can relax.

Say, honestly, Millie, you're a good egg.

Well, I hope so.

Say, I'd like to call my home.
My husband's away.

- And suppose we had dinner tonight?
- Gee, that'd be swell.

- Where are the phones?
- Right over there by the door.

I'll show you, Millie.

No, don't bother. I can find it.

Say, you know, Angie,

I like that dame.

What ails you?

Well, the dirty cheater.

- Who?
- Him! Her husband.

- That one with the blonde dame?
- Yeah.

Well, whatever made you bring her here,
you little moron?

- How did I know?
- Why, he's in here all the time.

I've never seen him.

Oh, he has that blonde dame in here
five days a week.

Really?

There we are.

Here she comes.

Get her out of here.
Tell her you're sick. Tell her anything.

- Shall we have dinner here?
- Oh, no!

The food here is terrible, Millie.

- Let's go to Cavanaugh's.
- Yes, let's.

Aren't we gonna have our drinks?

Oh, we can get some drinks over there.

Yes, and it's so stuffy in here.
I feel a little faint.

Yeah, come on, Millie. Let's blow.

Oh, I love this tune they're playing.

Let's watch them dance a few minutes.

Oh, come on, Millie. Let's not eat here.

Well, all right.

Jack.

Honey, let's not dance anymore.

I wanna sit down with you.

All right, good.

Ooh, I'll bet that dame can sock.

- Her father was a blacksmith.
- Really?

Hello, beautiful. What can we do for you?

- Millie!
- Who is this woman?

- Who wants to know?
- Quiet!

What for?

Say, what are you butting in here for?

Please, will you come on.
Let's get out of here.

- Take your hands off me.
- Who is this dame anyhow?

Will you keep quiet. This is my wife.

- That wouldn't mean anything to her.
- Oh, your wife?

Keep quiet. You'll have everybody
in the place in here.

Let 'em come in.

Well, Mrs. Maitland,
we'll have a showdown, and right now.

Tell her what I am to you, or I will.

Go on. Tell me what he is to you.

She doesn't know what she's talking about.

I don't?

Well, I'm his sweetheart.
That's what I am.

And you don't mean a thing to him.

Millie! Waiter, will you hold her?

- So this was your important business?
- Let me go!

Millicent, please, will you come
out of here, or must I drag you?

Take your hands off me!

You and I are through, you cheat!

Oh, Millie, I'm terribly sorry.

Gee, Millie, you look kinda sick.
Honey, don't you think we'd better go?

- I'm all right.
- Millie, will you come out of this place?

If it's good enough for you,
it's good enough for me.

But you can't be seen here.

From now on, I don't care where I'm seen,

as long as I'm not seen with you.

Come in.

- Oh, hello, Millie, honey.
- Hello, dear.

- How are you?
- Oh, fine.

- Hello, Millie.
- Gee, I'm glad to see you.

Well, so this is the heaven
divorce dropped you into.

- Uh-huh.
- Third Avenue, on the elevator.

Oh, it isn't so bad.

Well, I'm through with marriage.

From now on, I'll pay my own way.

Well, thank heavens you salvaged
some good clothes anyway.

- Mm-hmm.
- This is nice. Here.

Slip it on. We'll take you
to the Domino Room and show you off.

And we'll get you a job in
the choruses, just like we started with.

That ought to get you a quick offer.

But I can't afford to go out nights.

Well, you certainly can't afford
to stay home nights.

Not at this stage in the game.

I've gotta get up in the morning early
and look for work.

- What?
- Work?

Well, of course.

When are you gonna find time
for opportunity?

Well,
don't you call a good job an opportunity?

Well, I wouldn't call it very substantial.

Now, uh'
just what kind of a job would you like?

Well, I... I don't know. I want...

Mmm, I see.
You're just gonna pass up everything

and become
"a woiking goil."

Yes, I guess that's it.

What I can't understand is giving up
that baby and not collecting for it.

- I think it's unnatural.
- Terrible.

But wouldn't it be selfish
to take her away from that beautiful home?

And besides, it...
it isn't really like giving her up.

I call her up every night and...

and I see her on Sundays.

Isn't she a darling?

Gee.

I suppose nothing matters when...
when you've got something like that.

Call for Mr. Harrison.

Call for Mr. Harrison.

- Call for Mr. Johnson.
- Mr. George Jones.

- Call for Mr. Johnson.
- Call for Mr. Jones.

No, thanks. I have my dinner at home.

But if I ever come to Akron,
I certainly will.

You know, I could use you very nicely
in one of our shows.

Thanks, Mr. Mark,
but I don't want to join your show

or any show, for that matter.

Hmm, no, thanks.

I've met all the rich brokers I care to
in the last two years right here.

Front!

- Good morning, Mr. Dammier.
- Good morning, Millie.

- Hello, Jim.
- Hello, Mark.

Some cigarettes, please.

Mark, it's a lucky thing for you
you haven't got Miss Blake in your show.

Lucky? How?

Or you'd never find another girl
lovely enough to match up with her.

Oh, that stops me.

I bet you went to bed early
to crack 'em out that good.

I stepped around till 4:00.

- Well, you certainly don't look it.
- No?

I have to get my good old eight hours,
or I'll never get anyplace.

Just what is your ambition, Millie?

Oh, to keep my independence.

And perhaps a little comfort.

Finding it difficult?

Sort of.

Really?

You know, independence seems to be
a hard thing to hang on to.

Well, how about the comfort?

Oh, lots of offers.

Oh, I see.

Then I'll have to wait my turn in line,
huh?

Oh, no, you won't.

Well, that's interesting.

There isn't any line.

And that's unbelievable.

Oh, yes?

- Yes.
- Hello, Millie.

Oh, hello, Tommy.

- Hello, Millie.
- Hello.

Well, how's the press this morning?

Not so good, Jim.

What a crop of eyes you three have.

Y-You ou-ou-ought to see th-the tonsils.

Why don't you boys go up to my room
and ask Henry to mix you a pickup.

Oh, thanks, Jimmy.

Th-Th-These bankers
have such ten-tender hearts.

Wh-Wh-Why shouldn't they run the country?

Don't ask me riddles.
Come on, let's get to the lifesaver.

Well, as I was saying...

See you later, Tommy.

So long.

- Millie.
- Good-bye.

Smarty!

I couldn't let him get away with that,
as sick as I am.

Oh, Tommy, why don't you slow down?

You'll never get anyplace until you do.

I wish I felt as good as you look.

Uh-huh. Well, you gotta start
the night before for that.

Hello, Millie. Sorry I was late.

Oh, that's all right.

- What's the idea?
- This is my day off.

Say, when you take a day off,
it's a national holiday.

What do you say
we go to Coney Island and celebrate?

No, Tommy,
I wouldn't risk having you fired.

Oh, don't worry.
I take that risk 365 days a year.

What do you say?
I can fix it with the editor.

All right.

I'll go get that pickup and be right back.

If we go to Coney, no pickup.

Okay, no pickup.

Bye. Have a good time.

Well, for heaven's sake.

Hey, who's been gilding these lilies?

- Hello, Millie darling.
- Hello.

- Hello, Millie.
- Oh, don't you look grand.

We're just back from Saratoga.

Mmm, what a season we've had.

Oh, they're lovely.

- You know Mr. Rock, don't you?
- I'm afraid so.

- We're lunching at Cherry's.
- Yeah? What's going on there?

A trade convention?

Soak your head.

Would you like to come along, dear?

No, I'm going to Coney with Tommy.

What a man.

- I have my moments.
- Mmm.

I'll be back in a minute.

What in the world do you see in that egg?

Oh, he's a nice boy,
and he doesn't try to paw me.

She goes out with men
for the darndest reasons.

Oh, say, we saw Maitland in Saratoga,

and of all the parties he threw...

You know, Millie, every time I think
of you turning down that Maitland dough,

- I get chilblains.
- Hmm.

When I'm through with a man, I'm through.

When I'm through with a man'
I'm just beginning.

- Let's go, huh?
- All right. You don't mind if we run?

No. Ring us up sometime, Millie, will you?

Sure, I will.

- Don't let Millie eat too much.
- No, I won't.

Come on, dear.

Look at her,
going to Coney with a reporter.

I don't know what it is,

but that town you two came from
leaves a terrible mark.

What kind of a mark?

Oh, shut up.

Wouldn't Angie and Helen
get a laugh out of this!

- You should worry.
- I don't.

- I know what I like. They don't.
- Oh, yeah?

- You like me a little?
- Uh-huh.

You wouldn't fool a fella?

Oh, that's terrible!

Oh, my!

No waiting! No delays! Get your tickets!

Look at everybody.
They look so tiny way down there.

Yeah. Yeah.

- Oh! Look!
- Yeah!

Oh!

Ooh!

- Gee, this is so high!
- Look, look.

Oh, I like this!

- It's not so scary.
- No waiting! No delays!

Get your tickets, and up you go!

Thanks for a swell day, Tommy.

I never knew before
I could do it on ice cream soda.

You didn't?

- You know, what you need is a guardian.
- That's right.

You know, what I need is... a wife.

Well, don't look at me and say it.

I held a wife's job once.

This would be different.

Maybe it'd be different,
but it'd still be a terrible position.

I'd rather be in the tobacco business.

Do I, uh...

Uh-uh. You don't.

- Mmm?
- Good night.

Good night.

♪ It's nice to be a geranium ♪

♪ And bloom out in the spring ♪

♪ And when the birds
Return from the south ♪

- ♪ I could merrily sing ♪
- Whoo!

♪ La, la-la ♪

♪ La-la, la-la, la-la ♪

♪ La-la, la-la-la, la-la ♪

♪ Just because they grow
On the side of a cottage by a still ♪

♪ One would think
That the poor things ♪

♪ Would never get a thrill ♪

♪ But then they find
Their delicate place ♪

♪ Around the window sill ♪

- Whee!
- Whoo!

♪ I'd like to be a geranium ♪

♪ Instead of a daffodil ♪

- ♪ I'd... ♪
- Sing!

♪ Like to be a geranium ♪

♪ Instead of a daffodil ♪

Mr. Rock!

Mr. Rock,
you've got to cut out this noise!

It's after midnight,
and the neighbors are complaining.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Pipe down!

Pipe down! We're trying to sing a song!

That's just what I want cut out.

- The police! What did I tell you?
- Oh, the police!

Look, everybody pretend we're drunk.

Shh!

Come in.

Hello, everybody.

Jimmy, you've come to spend your vacation.

Hello, Tommy. I thought you might need
some reinforcements about now.

Hey, Millie, we're saved.

The marines are here!

- Hello, Jimmy.
- Hello, Millie.

Gee, I'm glad to see you.

Hello there, Mike. Give me that.

Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You don't know how heavy that is.

- Lead the way, Millie.
- Right. Come on.

Come on, Mike.

Say, what brings Jimmy Dammier here?

What brings Jimmy Dammier anywhere
other th-th-than dames?

It's nice seeing you again, Miss Millie.

- Yeah, that'll be all, Mike.
- Yes, sir.

- Good night, Miss Millie.
- Good night.

Here, Mrs. Newman.
Have a little drink for yourself.

Well, I might have one.

Hey, Tommy. Tommy, listen.

Say, Tommy, Jimmy Dammier's
out in the kitchen all alone with Millie.

Sh-Sh-Shall I sock him?

Don't be silly. Jimmy's my pal.

And don't you worry about little Millie.

- Hey! Yeah, Johnny! Come on!
- Okay, okay, okay.

Wait. I pinned a note on his chest.

That's fine. Boy, that's okay.

♪ I want to be a geranium... ♪

Yeah, close the door, Johnny!

Well, I... I guess the party's over.

I don't know when I've had a better time.

You know,
you're wonderful to talk to, Millie.

Mmm.

I loved hearing about your travels.

It must be wonderful to see the world.

I... I want you to see my mandarin robes.

Don't you think you should
put them in a museum for everyone to see?

Mm-mmm.
No, I keep those for people I like.

- Oh.
- That's the kick in having them.

I see.

Well, suppose we toddle along.

- We?
- Uh-huh.

We. We.

Party seems to be over. I'll see you home.

- Will you?
- Naturally.

- Have you a hat?
- That's all I came in.

Our host.

Oh.

- Poor Tommy.
- Oh, he'll be all right.

Great kid, Tommy.

Oh, it's from the other two.

"Have gone to the"... What?

"...Turkish bath. Johnny."

Well, let's get going, shall we?
My car's outside.

Millie.

Yes. Just a minute.

Good night, Jim.

Good night?

Well, what's the idea?

Aren't I seeing you home?

Not this trip.

You're kind of slow making up your mind,
aren't you, Millie?

No.

My mind's made up.

Good night.

I see.

Good night, Millie.

There's nobody home.

Say, look at this joint.

It's all cleaned up. Huh.

We must have
a little f-f-fairy in our home.

Since when did Tommy take to reading
the women's fashion page?

Hello.

Hello, Tommy.

Look. Bouquet and everything.

I've gone romantic on you.

Oh, Tommy, you're so sweet.

- I was just thinking about you.
- I know.

I could feel it all the way up Broadway.

I wish you didn't have to work.

So do I.

We ought to have had today together.

But aren't you grateful for what we have?

Sure I am.

- Gee, I'm happy.
- Are you, darlin'?

I am too.

Oh, come on, Millie. Marry me, won't you?

I want something to hold us together.

But, Tommy, love will do that.

If it can't, then the rest doesn't matter.

- But, darling...
- Oh, it's like I said, Tommy.

I tried it once and it didn't work out.

Now I... I wouldn't marry
the best man living. Mmm.

And you are that to me.

But I'll stick to you, Tommy.

Good luck, Millie. You deserve it.

You certainly do.

Say, you know, I didn't think the Amster
had that much good sense.

Oh, I'm a big shot now.
Private secretary and everything.

Well, that calls for
a few hearty congratulations.

I think it's just swell
the way you've kept abreast with us.

Oh, I've been lucky.

That's one reason I'm giving that party
tonight at the Clarendon.

We'll be there.

So, as a matter of fact,
it's a double celebration.

It's for Tommy's good luck too.

Say, what's that reporter
bulled out of you now?

Jimmy Dammier has given him
a publicity job in the Haymarket Bank.

- Hooray.
- Isn't that grand?

It's a surprise too.
Tommy doesn't know what it's all about.

- That's what I've always suspected.
- Oh, now, stop it.

Why don't you get Mr. Dammier
to do something for you for a change?

Yeah, why don't you start looking out
for little Millie.

- These things don't last, you know.
- Hmm.

- I'm not worrying.
- After four years?

It's time you started.

I've decided it's time I looked around
for an advantageous marriage.

Oh, really?

I feel I've done all that can be done
with the present situation.

Here you are, honey.

Well, I'm gonna call Tommy. Excuse me.

Well, now she's got him in the bank.

Well, he won't have to worry
about money anymore.

No. But the bank will.

- Skoal.
- Skoal.

You can't?

Oh, Tommy,
it's gonna be a wonderful party.

You can come late, can't you?

But you know what these assignments are.

But...

But it won't take all night.

You can come anytime before daylight.

And, Tommy, I got a big surprise.

I'll tell you at the party.
You'll be sure and come now.

Oh, all right, honey.

But I don't know what time it'll be,
though.

So long.

♪ She isn't a blonde ♪

♪ She's not a brunette ♪

♪ She's Millie the redhead ♪

♪ And hard to forget ♪

♪ Look out for your heart ♪

♪ Look out for your nerves ♪

♪ She's Millie the redhead ♪

♪ With dangerous curves ♪

♪ She's good and she's bad ♪

♪ She cannot disguise ♪

♪ An angel and devil ♪

♪ Look out of her eyes ♪

♪ If you've ever met ♪

♪ You'll never forget ♪

♪ That Millie's a redhead ♪

That's a little surprise.

Max just wrote it. Do you like it?

Oh, Jimmy, I loved it.

I'll have one written for you.

Me too!

Oh, I... I didn't have any idea
Tommy'd be so late.

- Maybe he's out on a special assignment.
- Yes, he is.

Yeah? Blonde or brunette?

Oh, Jimmy. That doesn't sound like you.

Well, I'm not worrying if you're not.

Y-Yes,
I've been around the world several times.

I'm, uh... I'm starting again

just as soon as I can straighten out
some matters in Omaha.

Oh, I just love to travel.

You know, I've given up the idea
of marrying for love.

- I mean, a cute love.
- Oh.

Hmm.

Some day I hope to marry a nice,
conservative gentleman,

just to travel.

Uh, suppose we have lunch tomorrow.

I want to show you my itinerary.

Oh, Mr. Hawksworth.

Angie.

Oh, let's you and I dance.

Uh, uh, certainly.

You'll pardon us.

Why, I think I'll go phone Tommy.

Sure.

Excuse me.

You'll pardon me just a moment, won't you?

I'm so sorry.

Oh, uh, it's nothing.

Ella.
Ella, will you wipe my shoe off, please?

- Oh, hello, Helen.
- How are you?

Who's throwing your party?

Millie Blake for Tommy Rock.

Say, there's a dame oughta have
her brains taken out and renovated.

- Yeah?
- I'll say so.

Passing up a boy like Jimmy Dammier

to let a cheap reporter
play her for a sucker.

Talk her out of that
and you'll be doing something.

Say, maybe I couldn't.

What do you mean?

I could tell her whose apartment
Tommy Rock's parked in right this minute.

Oh, hello, Millie. I didn't see you.

What do you mean?

Oh, don't pay any attention to her,
Millie.

- You shut your trap, Roscoe.
- Go on, Roscoe.

- You started it. Now finish it.
- Sure I will.

- Get out.
- No, I won't.

She wants it, she'll get it.

Go on.

He's in Madge Bergman's apartment.

- You're a liar.
- Oh, am I?

All right, I'll show you.

Oh, give me a nickel, someone.

Say, you beat it, you meddling little...

- She can't call me a liar.
- Here's your nickel.

What do you wanna listen to her for,
Millie?

Give me Bryant 3342.

Oh, come on, Millie, let's go.
She's tight.

Let me alone.

Hello. Is that you, Madge?

This is Clara.

Say, listen, dear, I left my bag
at your apartment this afternoon,

and all my money's in it.

Listen, I thought your boyfriend
could bring it down.

But if Tommy's coming down,
why can't he slip me the bag?

I'm sitting right by the table.

Right by the door.

Oh, nobody'll see him.

Okay.

Well,
how will you like it when I get the bag?

- You won't.
- No?

Just watch my table.

It's right by the door.

- What's wrong, Millie?
- What?

Why the sudden flop?

Oh, I...
I was just wondering where Tommy could be.

- Oh, he'll be along soon.
- Sure.

- Thanks, Tommy.
- That's all right.

Hey, look out, Millie. That isn't water.

No? Well, come again.

Jimmy, I'm a redheaded woman.

- Look out for me.
- Mm-hmm.

- Hello, everybody.
- Hello, Tommy!

We've been expecting you for weeks.

Hello, honey. How are you, Jim?

I'm fine, Tom.

- Sit down, Tommy.
- Yes.

Now that the little
white-haired boy's here,

let's spring the big surprise.

- Well, say, what is all this?
- A surprise for you, Tommy.

We're going to start you off
out in the world right.

Hey, Millie, Millie.

- Oh, let loose, Jimmy!
- All right.

Say!

Don't you like it?

Mr. Tommy Rock doesn't know it yet,

but as the result of his recent
achievements in New York journalism,

it gives me the very greatest pleasure
to offer him

the position of publicity director
at the Haymarket Bank.

Say!

Will you take it, Tommy?

I suppose it's thanks to you, huh?

- Will you take it anyhow?
- Will I take it?

- Oh!
- Good boy, Tommy.

- Attaboy.
- Now, as I was saying...

- Let me finish it, Jimmy.
- Why, of course.

Mr. Rock... will take anything

without bothering where he finds it.

Even apartment numbers
don't mean anything in Mr. Rock's life.

He simply... gets the idea
that he's necessary on the inside

and... and goes right in.

Why, Millie!

You just heard Mr. Rock say
he'd take this position.

Well, now that he's in such a taking mood,

I'm going to ask him
to take something else... the gate!

Why, Millie, what ails you?

I'm just fixing things up
for your blonde friend.

I'm big-hearted!

Hey, what's the idea?

Get out, will you!
You're cramping the party!

- Millie, Millie...
- Come on, Jimmy!

Buy out the place! This is our night!

Before I go anyplace with you,
you're coming somewhere with me.

- What are you going to do?
- Never mind.

There's something I've got to do.

- Now, listen...
- Say! Who follows who?

I follow you? No, sir. You follow me.

Jimmy... ♪ I'm a redheaded woman ♪

What's the idea of coming here, Millie?

I don't know.

I thought there were a few things
around here Mr. Rock wouldn't need.

My picture, for instance.

Madge wouldn't like that around.

And those little knickknacks.

I made them myself
just to make things kind of homey.

Here, here, Millie.
Now, come on. Pull yourself together.

Don't you worry about me!

Hello, George. Say, did the porter leave
my railroad tickets here with you?

- Yes. Here they are, Johnny.
- Ah, thanks, George.

Well, if I don't see you again,
Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

- Hello, Jimmy.
- Why, hello, Johnny.

- Where are you going with that turkey?
- Albany.

- Albany, huh?
- Christmas dinner with the wife.

Home stuff. You know.

You'll be a little late for Christmas
dinner in Albany, won't you? Huh?

- No.
- No?

I don't have to meet her till Thursday,
the day before Christmas.

Oh, well, today is Christmas.
Yesterday was Thursday.

- Thursday?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, whatever became of Wednesday?

I'm gonna telephone her
and find out about this.

- Hello, Jim.
- Why, hello, Mark.

- Merry Christmas.
- Same to you.

What's wrong with Holmes?

He's lost something.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- What?
- Wednesday.

Oh.

Who you dining with tonight, Jim?

I'm dining alone.

Oho.

Who's Millie playing around with now?

At this moment?

Oh, it may be a grand duke.

Or it may be anybody.

Think I'll give her a ring, Mark.

"That's easy."

Oh, that's delicious!

Delicious?

Say, that story's been
spoiling in the icebox for six months.

Well, really, Elmer.

- Ye-Yes, dear.
- Oh!

- Well, we must be going.
- Uh, yes, dear.

Say, what's the matter? Can't you stand
a healthy story since you're married?

My dear, married life
has done nothing to my sense of humor.

You're right about that.

Oh, will somebody answer that phone!

Answer it yourself. It's probably another
division of your love parade.

- Come on, camel. Up.
- All right.

Helen, can we drop you somewhere?

Oh, thanks awfully, old thing, but I'm
spending the afternoon with Millie.

Bailey, don't you drop me anywhere!

All right.

Oh, hasn't Millie changed.

Oh, don't be silly.

She's just trying to forget Tommy Rock.

After six months?

Say, has it ever occurred to you there are
brains that remember six months?

Really?

- Holy...
- Well, we must be humming along.

- Bye-bye.
- Good-bye.

Oh, hello, darling.

Say, Millie,
why don't you and I go someplace, huh?

Well, angel, come on over here.

Uh-uh.
Not with that gang you've got there.

Did you get my present?

Uh-huh, and it was swell, Jimmy.

But I don't know why you sent it,
because it's gonna go right back.

I still pay my own way.

Oh, Jimmy, how you swear.

Say, listen.

Why don't you give me
a New Year's party at the lodge?

- You can't do that.
- Oh, shut up.

Does that put you
in a better frame of mind, darling?

Now, have a nice Christmas.

Bye-bye.

What's the idea about New Year's?

- You heard me.
- Oh, I can't stand this, Millie.

- Why not? You won't be there.
- Well...

Jimmy Dammier one of the field, eh?

That's a laugh.

Yes, and after two years,
it's getting on my nerves.

Oh, forget her.

Forget her?

You don't know Millie.

She gets in your blood.

I never knew a woman like her.

- But, Millie...
- Run along.

You spend Christmas with your wife.

But I don't understand. I-I thought...

I've changed my mind.

Good-bye,

Merry Christmas,

and a happy New Year.

Hello.

Oh, Tommy.

Hey, I...

I just wanted to wish you
a Merry Christmas.

Remember the last one we had together?

I haven't been giving it much thought,

but thanks for the good wishes.

Aw. Aw, say, Millie,
I'm feeling kind of low.

Couldn't I drop over for a little while?

No, I-I'm sorry, Tommy.

I'm busy.

But... Merry Christmas,
and thanks for calling up.

Good-bye.

Aw, don't cry, Millie.

You know what you need.

A good drink.

Merry Christmas.

Aw.

Say, what are you squawkin' about?

You got everything you want, haven't you?

Sure. Everything.

That's good.

Shall I answer that?

No.

It's that old Jimmy Dammier.

He's been calling up all night.

He probably lost his keys
and wants to get in somewhere.

Well, he's not gonna get in here tonight.

He can only come here when I say so.

Say, I know what's the matter with you.

That Tommy Rock calling you up'
sending you those flowers.

Sure. All the others sent bottles.

Say,
why don't you get him out of your mind.

He's nothing but a good-looking tramp.

But, Helen,

you don't understand.

You've never... really been in love.

Oh, no?

Say, listen, there was an actor in Toledo.

Oh, I just cried my eyes out.

Aw, Helen.

I didn't mean to make you cry.

That's all right, Millie.
That's all right.

Forget him. They're all alike.

Say, the only thing I ever got out of love

was a pain.

Men are all tramps.

Awful tramps.

Skoal.

Skoal.

♪ She wasted her heart ♪

♪ On hopeless affairs ♪

♪ She's Millie the redhead ♪

♪ But nobody cares ♪

- Table for two?
- Please.

Well, hello there, Jimmy.

- Why, hello, Millie.
- Hello.

Hello, Mark.

Well, she still goes to the best places,
doesn't she?

Your fault. You spoiled her.

What happened anyway?

Oh, you know how Millie always used to be.

Insisted on working
and doing as she pleased.

I could never be with her
unless she wanted me to.

Finally, it got on my nerves.

Yeah, well, you can laugh, Mark'
but you never knew her.

- Oh, praises be.
- Mmm.

She looks good to me though,

even if she has a daughter of 17.

Is she... Is she anything like...

She's going to be a queen.

Really?

- Haven't you seen her?
- No.

No, I haven't seen her since
she was a little kid so high.

I sent her a present once
and I nearly got my head bitten off.

Then get an eyeful, boy.

You'll wish you were back at college
taking her to parties.

Yeah? Where do you ever see her?

Me?

I'll let you in on a little secret.

To please my old mother, I go to church.

Oh, yeah?

The kid attends with old Mrs. Maitland.

Oh, I see.

I know the Maitlands slightly.

Say, Mark,

call for me Sunday, will you?

- Golf?
- Uh-uh.

Church.

The walls will fall in.

Hello, Millie. How are you?

I'm fine. Say, have you seen anything
of Jimmy Dammier tonight?

Why, yes. There he is over there.

- Let me have a table.
- Why, sure.

Bill, tell Mr. Dammier
that I want to see him immediately.

- Is that okay?
- You bet.

- All right.
- Oh, Jim?

What?

Yeah? Where?

There.

Oh.

All right.

- Will you excuse me?
- Certainly.

- I'll be right back.
- Okay.

Well, hello, Millie.

- Hello, Jim.
- How are you?

- Haven't seen you for ever so long.
- Sit down.

- I wish I could, Millie, but I'm rather...
- Please sit down.

Sure. Sure.

Well, what's on your mind?

There's something
I want to talk to you about.

- I'm worried.
- Yeah? What about?

I've heard from half a dozen people...

that you're seen around the Maitland home.

Oh, yeah?

Well, Maitland and I
have got a business deal together.

Why should that worry you?

Because you're seeing
my little girl, Connie, and I want you...

Now just a minute, Millie.

Just a minute.

It's not my fault if she happens
to be home when I'm dining there.

You've taken her to the theater?

Yes, but her grandmother's been along.

Why, she's a kid of 16.

That wouldn't mean anything to you.

No?

Well, I'm much obliged
for your good opinion of me.

However, I don't think it's anybody's
business where I go or with whom.

- No?
- No.

Well, this happens to be my business.

If you hurt my baby, I'll...

I'll stop at nothing.

Oh, what rot.

Oh, please, Jim, won't you do this for me?

It's only for my peace of mind.

It's not much I'm asking.

Only to... keep away from my little girl.

Sure, sure.

If you're so wrought up about it,
all right.

Thank you. Will you shake on it?

Sure.

You've always been a good friend, Jim.

- Feel better now?
- A lot.

Fine.
We'll say it's for old times' sake, huh?

Uh-huh. For old times' sake.

Will you sit down
and have a drink with me?

I wish I could, Millie'
but I'm very busy tonight.

Yes, I know.

Well, good-bye.

- Bye, Grandmother.
- Good-bye, dear.

I'll be down next weekend.

Isn't this something new, you're coming in
from school every weekend?

As long as you say I may.

It's all right at school, you know.

And Uncle Jimmy's going to take me
to the matinee next Saturday.

Yeah.

It's good of you, Jimmy,
to drive her out to school.

Oh, not at all.
It's only a mile or so beyond the lodge.

Lucky for me
we were going at the same time.

- We'll be seeing you next week?
- Yes. I'll telephone.

- Good.
- Good-bye.

Good-bye, sweet.

Good-bye.

You come back in a couple of hours,
will you, Mike?

- Yes, sir.
- All right.

Oh, my. This is lovely.

- You like it?
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, I'm cold.
- Well...

There.
Now you come on and sit by the fire.

Thank you.

First, we'll have you take off your coat.

Now the hat.

- Mmm.
- Ooh.

Now you sit down here
and make yourself comfortable.

Thank you.

I'll take off your galoshes.

- It sure is cold out, isn't it?
- Mm-hmm.

There.

Now we've got to warm up
those pretty little legs.

- I'll warm by the fire.
- Huh?

Hello? Uh, this is Mike, Miss Millie.
Yeah.

Say, maybe I'm talking out of turn,

but I just felt I had to tell you this.

But listen, if it gets past you,
it's gonna cost me my job.

Well, I picked up your daughter
with Dammier tonight at her home.

But, Mike, he was taking her to school,
wasn't he?

Well, he didn't take her to school.

He stopped off at his lodge
up in the country instead.

Yeah, they're there now. The kid
seemed to think it was just a lark.

Oh.

Hello? Hello. Hello.

I think I can talk your grandmother
out of her objection

if you'll just have patience.

- Oh, I'm crazy to get started.
- Are you?

I've always wanted to be an actress
ever since I was a baby.

Well, I think you're quite old enough
to do as you please now.

Oh, you're a peach to say that,
Uncle Jimmy.

Am I?

Driver. Driver, put it up to 60!

I'll give you $50 if you put it up to 60
and keep it there!

Fifty dollars will keep it there.

Gee, it's great to be here
talking about my career

instead of fooling around
with the girls at school.

Yeah.
Uh, not-not quite so conventional, huh?

Well, if I'm going to have an art career,

I certainly can't be bothered
about conventions.

Certainly not.
But I hope your grandmother won't mind.

- Of my being here?
- Yes.

I suppose she would.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Uh, not so good, huh?

Well, you know that
my preparing for the stage is a secret

and that my being here is part of that.

So I don't think it's necessary
to mention it.

I don't think so either.

Will you have a little more cider?

- Do you think I'd better?
- Oh, it can't possibly hurt you.

- There.
- Thank you.

- Mmm! Oh! It tickles my nose.
- Does it?

- But I like it.
- Do you? Well, have some more.

Don't slow down! Hurry! Hurry!

All right, all right.

I always have such a good time
when I'm with you, Uncle Jimmy.

Yeah, well, now suppose we forget
the uncle part of it for just now

and-and you call me Jimmy.

- All right... Jimmy.
- All right.

And just for that,

I'm going to show you something.

- There.
- Oh!

- Oh, how gorgeous!
- Do you like it?

Oh!

Now you just
slip that mandarin coat on you.

- May I?
- Yes, indeed.

Oh, would you please step on it?

It's not far!
We're almost there! Please, hurry! Hurry!

- Oh, now let me see it.
- Oh.

And if it matches your beauty, it's yours.

It does.

- Really?
- Uh-huh.

Oh, Jimmy! Oh!

Oh, Jimmy, you're the most wonderful
man in the world.

Oh.

You're the most beautiful girl I ever saw.

Oh.

- Come on, Connie. You better go upstairs.
- But I won't...

Do as I say! Go upstairs!

Hurry up now! Go in that room.

Let me in!

Jim, it's Millie! Let me in!

Well, hello, Millie. What do you want?

Say, what do you mean
breaking in here like this?

You dirty swine. After all your promises.

- Where's my little girl?
- How do I know? She isn't here.

- No?
- No.

- I'm gonna go see!
- You're gonna do nothing of the kind!

- Let me go!
- You get out of here.

Let go of my arm! You have my little girl!

- Come on!
- Let me go!

There's nothing up there!

- Get out of here! Come on!
- Connie! Connie!

Mother!

My baby.

- I knew it!
- Settle down, Millie. What are you doing?

I warned you, you creep!

Oh.

Oh.

- You don't know who this woman was?
- No.

You didn't see her
when you were struggling with Mr. Dammier?

No.

- Didn't you try to see her?
- No.

Did you hear this unknown woman
leave the house?

I... I don't know.

You will answer yes or no.

I don't know, I said!

Miss Blake, you've already testified
that you heard a woman leave the house

just after the shot was fired.

Now, weren't you interested in seeing
who this person was

who might have been
a witness to the shooting?

- Not a bit.
- Why not? Because you already knew?

Your Honor, I object.

Objection sustained.

What were you doing when you thought
you heard this woman leave the house?

I can't remember.

Miss Blake, you received
a long-distance telephone call

from a New Rochelle pay station.

Didn't you?

I don't know where it came from.

Who telephoned?

I don't know.

What did that person tell you?

I can't remember.

She can't remember.

Didn't they tell you that Dammier
had another woman at his lodge?

And didn't you, enraged by jealousy,
go out there and shoot him?

Frame it anyway you like! I...

I don't know what I'm up here for anyway.

Your Honor, there's no need
for any further questions.

Miss Blake, don't you realize
that by refusing to answer

you are placing yourself
in a very serious position?

I can't quite see why this defendant
was placed on the stand.

Your Honor,
the defendant refused to confide in me.

I hoped that by placing her on the stand,
I might get some enlightenment myself.

Any further questions?

None.

Excused.

Court is now adjourned until two o'clock.

Here comes O'Fallon.

Hello, boys.

Well, Bob, what do you think?

She's got just one chance.
We've got to play it hard.

- How's Millie?
- The same as ever. Won't budge an inch.

Her silence has put her in a tough spot.

Gee, we've got to put this thing over.

Now, you fellas got to stay on the job.
I'll do my part.

Pipe down, fellas. Here's the DA.

- Hello, Frank. Give me a good cigar.
- Hello, chief.

You boys do a little more work on him.

We've got to keep him thinking our way.
But don't overdo it.

- Hi, Henry.
- Howdy, DA.

Hi, chief.

Well, hello, boys.
Well, how'd you like it this morning?

- Ah, you got the case all sewed up.
- I'll say we have.

I was just saying, you proved the clearest
case of jealousy I've ever heard of.

Jealousy was the motive, all right.
I proved that beyond a doubt.

How's this? "Pointing an accusing finger
at the attorney for defense,

the orator's voice rang out
like a pistol shot.

'Cherchez la femme, ' he cried."

"Find the woman."
Is that a headline or ain't it?

I'll say it is.

"Cherchez la femme."

No, I think I'd better say it
in plain English. "Find the woman."

Well, I'll use the French in the paper.

- You know, it kind of gives it more class.
- Well, that won't be bad.

Sure, we're gonna have a big afternoon.

Say, this little town will be on the map
for a while anyhow.

If you tried this case in New York,
you'd be the next governor.

Well, thanks, gentlemen.

Well, now if you'll excuse me,
I've got to get back to the courthouse.

Don't forget to hear my summarization
this afternoon.

- You can say we won't!
- We'll be there.

We'll be right there.

Freddie, I only hope we can put this over.

Oh, boy, so do I. Believe me.

- What's wrong, Mike?
- Where's Tommy Rock?

He's right there.

Why, hello, Mike. What are you doing here?

- Say, what's the idea?
- What do you mean?

Well'
I don't like the looks of this thing,

and from now on you can count me out.

Now wait a minute, Mike.

You gave us your word you'd
keep out of town until the trial was over.

Yeah. That was because
you guys said it would help Millie.

Well, it hasn't done her any good so far,
and I'm goin' to the district attorney.

Listen here, Mike. You can't do that.

- Why, we're all for Millie. You know that.
- Well, I'm not so sure.

But you've got to believe us.
Now they've got us almost licked.

We've got just the one chance.

And you're not gonna spoil everything,
are you?

- Are you?
- Well, I don't know.

The way things have been handled,
it all looks kind of screwy to me.

- Aw, come on.
- Wait a minute, Mike.

- We're not gonna do anything here.
- What's the matter with you?

You know that.

Who was this other woman?

Who was there with Dammier at the time?

Isn't it reasonable to suppose

that she was the one
who took the place of the defendant,

who, faded by a life of dissipation,

had been discarded
from Dammier's affections?

She won't tell you why she took
that long ride in the middle of the night

with a gun in her hand
to shoot down a man in cold blood.

But isn't it clear to you?

Her motive was jealousy.

And what right had such a defendant
even to the privilege of jealousy?

Why, there's no palliation.

No one distraught with grief

and an overwhelming sense of injury

committed this crime.

And if this isn't so, why doesn't
the defendant produce the other woman?

Find that other woman. Let her come here,
if she can, and tell us otherwise.

Mother!

- Mother!
- Oh!

Connie!

Go away, Connie!

No, Mother. I'm going to tell. Please!

No, Connie, no! You shouldn't have come.

Please don't listen to her.

Please, Mother, please.

Oh, my baby. Oh, Connie, why did you come?

Why, Mother,
did you think I wouldn't come?

Your Honor, what does this mean?

It means, Your Honor, we're gonna
place this young girl on the stand.

The unknown woman.

- The daughter of this defendant.
- But, Your Honor...

We mean, Your Honor,
to prove that Millicent Blake

went to the lodge that night
and shot Jimmy Dammier

not from jealousy,

but to rescue her innocent
16-year-old daughter from this blackguard

who had lured her there
under such circumstances

that the shooting was justified.

I won't let you! I won't let you!

But, Your Honor, this is most unethical.

Order! Order!

- Baby, no!
- Swear in the witness.

- No. No.
- Mother.

Order!

Tommy!

I guess we fixed 'em.
Take a look at that jury.

Take a look at old Santy Claus.

Sanders, cherchez la femme.

You fellas pulled this frame-up.

We just couldn't bear to let
the governorship get out of Manhattan.

Do you solemnly swear
that the evidence you give in this case

to be the truth, the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth, so help you God?

Yes, sir.

- What is your name, my dear?
- Constance Maitland.

Is that lady your mother?

Yes, sir.

Then juror number nine
said that he'd have shot anyone

that tried to make an actress
out of his daughter.

But that kid putting her arms
around her mother's neck

was the most beautiful sight
I've ever seen.

I hope she keeps them there.

It'll be good for both of them.

You driving Millie back to New York,
Tommy?

Me? What gave you that idea?

I don't know. I was just wondering.

Here they come.

Old lady Maitland certainly stuck by her.

Well, so have a couple of other people.

It looks like Millie's going back home.