All language subtitles for Route66 - S02E06 (Once to Every Man)

(upbeat jazz music)

(men shouting)

- All right, men, turn two
for your ration of rum!

- Turn two for
your ration of rum?

You've got to be kidding.

- That's an old tradition
whenever the yard

launches a new boat.

See those mugs they're using?

Handed down from
father to son through

five generations of
Yankee shipbuilders.

- Oh, boy, all this jazz
really flips you, doesn't it?

And when it comes
to that schooner-

- Love at first sight.
- Right.

- I used to sail around
Gloucester when I was

a kid with my dad, never
run anything like her.

She's too much, Mr. Adams.

- Mr. Adams?

- It's good of you
to come, madam.

- Where else would
I be but here when

you're going to
launch the Prudence?

My cane, O'Connor. Thank you.

Oh, don't forget the champagne!

Shame to waste it
on a christening,

it's a vintage year. (chuckles)

Oh, she's a proud one, son.

Trim and clean, like
the clippers your

grandfather used to build.

- With greater
satisfaction, I'm afraid.

- Even before her keel
was laid, I warned you.

She'd never lure
Prudie back home.

- I thought nothing
could keep Prudie

from being here to
send her down the ways.

She's wanted that schooner
since she was that high.

Why, mother? Why?

Is running around
Europe that important?

What's driving her?

Why doesn't she come back
here where she belongs?

- Where she belongs, and how
she ultimately gets there,

is not for you and me,
but for Prudie to decide.

And being an Adams, she will.

Come, let's get on to
the business at hand.

- This one belonged to my
grandfather, Josiah Wharton,

and this one to
his brother Ezra.

They're yours now, boys.

- Thank you.

- Well, don't just
stand there, lads.

Now that you've officially
joined this crew,

drink up, come on.

- Hey, there's Mrs. Adams!

- Oh, Jed, I haven't
seen you for a long time.

- Oh, it has been a long...

- Sure is nice to see you again.

- Thank you.

And Hardy, well, where have
you been keeping yourself?

- And this is
Charlie Brown here,

he just started with us.

- We've missed you
for a long time-

- Excuse me.
- Thank you very much.

- I'm glad to see
you back with us.

- All of a sudden, I come
from a long line of Yankees.

- It just doesn't seem proper to

launch her without Ms. Prudie.

We're ready whenever
you say, Mr. Adams.

Whenever Mr. Adams
gives the word, Charlie.

(gears turning)

(water splashing)

(dramatic music)

- He went under the (mumbles).

- Give him a hand there, Jack.

- I want him brought home.

(somber music)

- Bring the bags to
the next car, please.

Welcome home, Ms. Prudence.

- Welcome home, Ms. Prudence.

- I'm sorry, Grandmother.

No, a standby reservation
will not be satisfactory,

I'm leaving for Rome
tomorrow night, and if you

can't confirm it now,
I'll go over your head

until I can find
someone who can.

The name is Adams,
Prudence Adams.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

That'll be fine, that'll
be all, and thank you.

Can't stand apologetic men.

- They say traveling
broadens one.

I can't see that
you've changed any.

- I love you.

- Scarcely enough to
answer your needs.

If you knew you were going
right back to Europe,

why did you bother to
bring all these things?

- What do you know
about my needs, darling?

- They've been dangling
from your little private

showcase since the
day you were born.

Oh, Prudie, Prudie.

- Don't look at me
like that, Grandmother,

you're the last person
in the world I ever

want to make unhappy.

- Not unhappy, just sad.

- I know it's gonna
be lonely for you

now that father's gone.

Of course, you're coming to
Rome with me for a while!

- The while I have
left, I'm staying here.

- Oh, Grandmother.

- And don't mistake that as
a bid for sentimentality.

I'm quite as accustomed
to loneliness as you are.

And assuming that
you're interested,

I'm going to tell
you why I'm sad,

do you want to hear?

It's the thought that
you will be here alone

the next time you come back.

- Don't say that.

- Nevertheless, that's
the way it's going to be.

And by that time, you'll
have run out of places

to hide from responsibility.

What then, Prudie?

A phone call to Cape Canaveral?

A reservation for
a trip to the moon?

The name is Adams,
Prudence Adams.

Mm-hmm, that'll be all.

That'll be fine, and thank you.

I can't stand apologetic women.

- I have nothing
to apologize for.

- For one thing,
you're not married.

- So what?

What is marriage supposed to be,

the miracle, the
mecca that makes

a woman complete,
contented, and happy?

- It's supposed to be.

- Were you happy
with Grandfather?

- I picked him.

- You didn't answer my question.

- Oh, yes I did,
in my own fashion.

- All right, I'll
start over again.

Was he happy with you?

- For two centuries,
the Adams women

have been plagued
by that question.

You didn't think you were
the only one, did you?

- The only thing I want
in the whole world is

for somebody to love me.

Not the money, not the
status, not the name, just me.

- [Butler] Lawyer Slocum
is waiting in the library.

- I'll be right down.

You coming, Grandmother?

- As the executor of
your father's estate,

the president of the First
National Bank of Boston

will go over your portfolio
of stocks and bonds.

He also wished me to
tell you that at the next

board meeting, your
election as a trustee,

traditional with
the Adams family,

is merely a matter of course.

- She'll make a very
stylish edition,

don't you think so, Georgie?

- Indeed.

There is one thing
more, the shipyard.

- We don't have to
discuss that now, do we?

- Oh, I'm afraid
we must, Prudence.

The yard's been losing
money for years.

Until recently, we've
been able to absorb it,

tax-wise, but the way things
are going in Washington

these days, well, let's just
say the picture has changed.

- Washington may change.

The yard won't.

For generations, the men
have depended on an Adams.

They deserve our loyalty.

- Nevertheless, such
is the opinion of

my father, my two
brothers, and myself

that you ought to sell the yard.

- If your father, your
two brothers, and you

think we ought to
sell, fine, George,

go ahead and sell it.

- Oh, I'm so glad you think so.

- Thanks so much
for coming over.

- Oh?

- And be sure and remember
me to all the Slocums.

- Goodbye. Uh, Prudence.

- If that's an example of
Boston's eligible bachelors,

all I can is
arrivederci, au revoir,

and I'll take Fenella.

Oh, Grandmother, do
you realize if we leave

tomorrow we can be in
Rome in seven hours?

- If you leave now, you
can be at the shipyard

and back before dinner.

- I never wanna see
that shipyard again.

- You grew up there.

The men are expecting you.

You're not going
to disappoint them.

You're going to talk
to one and all of them.

- I will not.

- And what's more,
you're going to thank

those two who tried to
save your father's life.

After that, if you want to
run off to Rome, good luck.

And God bless you.

(somber music)

(music grows happy)

- Ms. Prudie!
- Jack!

- Welcome home, skipper!

Hey, that's a fine way
for the boss to be actin'.

- I'm not finished yet.

- Well! (laughs)

- If my dad's too shy
to kiss you, I'm not.

- Now Jack, I happen
to know you've been

married for six months.

- A man can't wait forever.

(laughing)
Thanks for comin' back.

- How are you, Jimmy?

How's that lovely
daughter of yours,

you letting her
wear lipstick yet?

- Yes so, Ms. Prudie, she
wouldn't get herself engaged,

so I figure if she
can handle one,

she can handle the other.

- But she was just
a child when I left!

- Well, that was
then, ain't now.

- Oh! (laughs)

How are you, Marv?

- Welcome home, Ms. Prudie.

- Thank you. How's Ellen?

- Couldn't be
better, Ms. Prudie.

- Hi, Tom, how are you?
- Glad to see you, Ms. Prudie.

- Look at that beard!

That lovely beard! (laughs)

- Isn't that somethin'?

- All the way home, I
kept saying to myself,

if only I hadn't
sent that cable.

If only I'd come home, it
never would've happened.

- Nobody was to
blame, Ms. Prudie.

- I thought I'd hate
the sight of her,

but she's too beautiful.

- All of us hoped
you'd feel that way.

- Who are those two men
aboard her, are they

the ones who tried
to help my father?

- Tod Stiles on the main
mast, Buzz Murdock on deck.

If you'd like to talk to
'em, I'll run you out.

- Don't bother, Jed.

(water splashing)

(pleasant music)

(moaning)

- Well, what do you
know? A French mermaid.

- Viva la France!

- Jokes over, got anything
to drink on board?

- Gaston, see what
the lady would like,

an aperitif, a Cassis,
Vermouth, Pernod?

- You don't dig this
chick, Alphonse.

I'd say, uh, a double
whiskey, straight.

With a beer chaser, right?

- While you two are figuring
out my alcoholic psyche,

I'm freezing to death.

- She swims, she
thinks, she's beautiful.

- You know, we just
happen to have a bottle of

champagne on board,
that is, if you don't

mind it at room temperature.

- I've seen ship
workers, but you two!

- Very special, he's
a genius with boats.

- And you?
- Talented.

- So where's the champagne?

- It waits below deck.

(pleasant music)

- I'm not ready to
choose up sides yet.

(water spalshing)

Don't think it
hasn't been charming.

- Hey, whoa, whoa, wait a
minute, what's your name?

- I don't even know your
name, where do you come from?

- How do we get there?

- How do I get there?

- That's what you think.

(water splashing)

Talk about ships that
pass in the night.

- That's the swingingest
destroyer you

will ever meet up with, Admiral.

(pleasant music)
(motor whirring)

- Mr. Stiles, Mr. Murdock?

- Yeah.

Wait a minute.

- I was told not to bother
to wait for an answer, sir.

- Count me out, I've got a
treasure hunt date tonight.

- Oh no, you don't.

- Look, you're always very
big on the amenities bit.

You go.

- We'll both go.
- Uh-uh.

- Invitation for us
to have dinner with

Ms. Adams and her
grandmother tonight.

- Well, that's Ms. Prudie
for ya, you two must

make quite a hit with
her this afternoon.

- Can't hunt treasure without
a treasure map, I always say.

- Be it ever so humble,
there's no place like.

- Like they say, the rich get.

- You can be bitter
if you want to,

I'm not gonna hold the poor
girl's money against her.

(doorbell ringing)

- As the commodore once
said to Brother Goodleigh,

fire away when ready, daddy-o.

- I'm ready, Commodore.

You know, you and
Grandmother are gonna

make a lovely couple.

You know what they say,
all's fair in, uh...

- Good evening, gentlemen.

- My husband hated
posing for that portrait,

almost as much as he hated
that suit he's wearing.

Oh, when he died, we
found a codicil added to

his will specifying that
I bury him in dungarees.

- Did you?

- Please forgive me.

- A simple dinner party,
she said, don't dress.

- Serves you right for
taking me literally,

besides, you should know better.

- And I don't care.
- Hello, Buzz.

You're not drinking?
- No.

- Dinner is served.

- Young man, are you
going to start telling me

about yourself, or have I
got to drag it out of you?

- Love it.

- Did anybody ever tell you
you weren't a living doll?

- Never.

- Uh, Buzz, will you say grace?

- We the people thank the O Lord

for that which we
are about to receive.

- Amen.

- Amen.

- No?

Mr. Stiles.

- That's lovely Chablis.

- Yes, '37 was a wonderful year.

- Oh, something else
you would prefer?

- Beer, if you have it.

- Charles?
- Any brand.

(comic music)

- A Mootana
Rothschild, isn't it?

- Mmm, give the man
a silver dollar.

Uh, more beer?

- By all means, it was a
good year for hops, too.

- No, please let me finish.

Grandmother told me how you
both tried to save my father.

- I just want you to
know I'm very grateful.

I thank you with all my heart.

- Well, if you'll
excuse me, please.

It's long past my bedtime.

- I'm sure you'll
excuse me, too.

Even though it's
nowhere near my bedtime.

Thanks for a lovely evening.

Good night, Goodleigh.

- Good night, Commodore.

(upbeat jazz music)

- Here's to ya.
- Thank you.

- Hey, where's Tod?

- Oh, he's not
much on, um, beer.

- Did you have a nice
time up at Prudie's?

- Yeah.

- She say anything
about the schooner?

- She wasn't talking
schooners tonight.

- (chuckles) If I know
her, she'll be champin'

to take that Prudence
out on a shakedown run

as soon as we finish
workin' with her.

- She really digs sails, huh?

- You're a powerboat man, Buzz.

Off the river.

You don't know how it
smooths out the insides to

hold a sailboat on a long
starboard reach across the cape.

Oh, to run with the wind
with a bone in your teeth.

You see that quiet water just
boilin' underneath your bow.

Ms. Prudie does, she's
an Adams, you know.

You can't keep an Adams
from trimmin' a sail

or startin' on a new keel.

Been in the blood for 200 years.

(pleasant music)

- Well, uh, as must
come to all evenings.

- How 'bout a good
night cigarette?

You really love it
here, don't you?

- First I thought it
was just nostalgia.

Memories of things.

But, uh, now I know
it's something else.

- What do you want, Tod?

- I don't know.

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
all rolled up into one.

- Why don't you stay here?

- Why don't you stay here?

- Haven't you heard about me?

I'm not just on the
town, I'm on the world.

- Yeah, I'd forgot
I was talking to the

empress of the smart set.

- That's me.

Well-born, well-heeled,
well-dressed.

Well...

- Well, what?

So scared, she can't
think of what to say next?

(romantic music)

Welcome aboard.

- Thank you, skipper.

(pleasant music)

- Handles like a dream.

- Hold her steady
past the outer harbor,

then head nor'east at
the three mile level.

- Right. Tod, Buzz, lay it on!

- Now I know why there was
a mutiny on the Bounty.

- Let's go, you
heard the skipper!

- Aye, aye, Mr. Christian.

- It's great, isn't it?

- Sure, for those
who know sailing.

- Tod, wanna take a
turn at the wheel?

- Can't wait!

- And don't think Captain
Bly doesn't know it.

- Can I help it if
the best man won?

- She's all yours, buddy.

You just keep swingin'
with her, and you'll

end up lashed to the mast.

- The war's over, why
don't you cease firing?

- And the meek shall
inherit the earth.

- I've just been thinking,
no shakedown cruise

is complete without a
celebration, how 'bout dinner,

black tie, very posh, you
think Buzz would come?

- I wouldn't count on Buzz.

Here, I'll take over.

- You already have.

- You happy?

- What do you think?

I feel, I feel, I feel.

Divine.

(romantic music)

- I haven't worn one
of these since...

- You've never looked lovelier.

What comes next? Tails?

- I used to have a
set of those, too.

- You're sure you know
what you're doing, right?

- What do you think?

- Rich, spoiled, iron-willed.

With her own supply of
nuclear energy built in,

and kooky enough to
set off the detonator

when you least expect it.

You think you can
cope with all that?

- All the way.

- Like they say in Lower
Basin Street, go man, go.

But while you're making
beautiful music together,

remember, you can't play
a duet with a virtuoso.

(chuckling)
(somber music)

(sighing)

(pleasant music)

(laughing)

- Nice party, nice people.

- They liked you, too.

- Well, I guess it's
time for Joe Cinderella

to borrow your
streamlined pumpkin and

head back to reality.

- Don't go yet.

My father built this for me
when I was a little girl.

- The empress's castle?

- Please don't call
me empress anymore.

And don't leave me, don't
ever leave me again.

(romantic music)

I've waited for so long.

I thought I'd never find you.

(footsteps approaching)

- Follow me, will ya, I wanna
drop the car off at Prudie's.

Wait a minute!

I wanna tell you something.

- Shoot.

- Remember last
night, you asked me if

I thought I could cope with it?

- Yeah.

- I'm gonna marry the girl.

(somber music)

(pleasant music)

- Hello, Charles.
- Madam.

- Is Prudie still asleep?

- I believe so, she
hasn't run for her train.

- Party must've gone
on 'til all hours.

- Just past midnight.

The countess and her husband
were the last to leave.

Except, uh, for Mr. Tod.

Oh. Fix a tray.

Black coffee and a Bloody Mary.

- Morning, darling.
- Good afternoon.

- Why are you looking
at me like that?

- Just curious.

Too content to have had a fight.

Too relaxed for a hangover.

It's the Prudie
Adams triumph face.

What did you win last night?

- Oh my darling!

I thought he would never ask me.

- You mean Tod?

- Now, don't tell
me you didn't know.

Oh, it's gonna be
wonderful for him.

Buying his clothes in London,

Europe for a honeymoon.

You should've seen him
at the party last night,

he was an absolute smash.

Jabbered all night long in
French with the countess.

And then the Copelands
knew his parents,

they went abroad every
summer, and he and Tommy Best,

it was like old home week,
they went to Hotchkiss.

It couldn't have turned out
better if I'd planned it myself.

- Mmm, just keep on
talking and you'll convince

yourself that you didn't.

- Now, don't start
fretting, it's what you've

always wanted, and you
know it, you old crow.

And this time, it's
absolutely, perfectly right.

Oh, it's 11:30, I've got to fly!

Going into Boston
for a few days.

Got a million things to do.

First off, I'm going
to ask Georgie Slocum

to put Tod up for father's club.

I don't think the other
memberships matter,

if he wants to
sail or play golf,

he can use mine, and
I'm going to redo

the entire second floor,
turn the sewing room

into a den for Tod, and,
darling, I'll tell you

everything else I wanna
do when I come back.

- Including what
Tod wants to do?

- He'll love every minute.

- Oh, Prudie.

Prudie.

(pleasant music)

- I'd figure with
prefabrications on small boats,

we should be able to
double the yard's income.

- Well, the men are all for it.

As a matter of fact,
Charlie Grimes and some of

the others have already
started blockin' out

plans from assembly line.

- Oh, that's great.

But tell 'em I'm
still a sailing man,

and we're still
gonna build 'em from

Sabbaths to schooners.

I had an idea, I haven't
mentioned it to Prudie yet,

I thought we might enter her
boat in the Bermuda Race.

Be a good chance to show her
off to potential customers.

As well as an ideal way
to spend our honeymoon.

- I told the men
that you were shrewd

enough to be an honorary Yankee.

(laughing)

With you runnin' this yard,
we'll keep on buildin'

'em for the next hundred years.

- Oh, sorry. I didn't
know you were still busy.

- That's all right,
I was just leaving.

I don't have to tell
you how pleased and

content we all are.

- Sit down, relax.

- Why don't you
try her for size?

- Roomy.

- Room enough for both of you?

- Marquess of Queensbury
rules forbid the

use of brass knuckles, knives...

- Uh, just a, just
a Freudian slip.

- According to my history
book, the armistice

was signed a long time ago.

- Well, you know how it
is with us cotton pickin'

enlisted men, we're always
the last to find out.

- You know, it's pretty
tough to get me mad,

but Prudie's met you
more than halfway,

why don't you give her a break?

- She doesn't need it, you do.

- Oh?

- Forget it.

- No, I don't wanna forget it.

I want amplification,
fuller development of

what's bugging you about Prudie.

- The ring in your nose.

That's what I see in
your future, buddy.

A closet full of two pant suits,

and she's wearin' both pants.

- That's the way you see it?

- That's the way it is.

- Look, just for the record,
nobody's gonna make me conform.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Now how 'bout a lobster
down on the wharf tonight?

- With champagne?

That's traditional with, uh,
farewell dinners, isn't it?

- Now, hear this
and hear it good,

you're staying for the
wedding, and when the

honeymoon is over, you
and I are gonna turn this

yard into the best ship building

setup on the eastern seaboard.

- I'll meet you halfway.

I'll go for that
best man bit if you

provide the monkey
suit, but as far as

sticking around, not a chance.

- Now, now, Buzz,
wait a minute...

- Look, look, you just
keep track of me on

the open road, and
I'll keep track of you

on the Society page, okay?

Now, what do you say we get
to work on that lobster?

(somber music)

(music turns pleasant)

- [Ship Builder] Hi, Ms. Prudie!

- Hello, darling.

- Hi!

- Thank you, Jeff.

I know you love that old
sports jacket of yours,

darling, but you can't
wear it night after night.

- Isn't this a bit much?

- If the sizes are wrong,
you can exchange them

when we go to Boston tomorrow.

- Oh no, Jed and I are checking
the prefab process tomorrow.

- Oh, darling, that's
impossible, there are a whole

slew of papers to
sign at the bank,

joint account, vault
keys, and Georgie Slocum's

arranging for your
passport renewal.

- Passport renewal?

- You can't leave the
country without one, silly.

Now, unless you insist
upon a church wedding,

we can get married anytime
and leave for Europe,

the airlines are holding
reservations everyday starting

tomorrow, and wait'll you
see the villa I bought...

- Wait a minute, I mean,
I know we're living in

the jet age, but will
you slow down a minute?

- It's too late, we're in orbit.

- Unless you two can
prove you're married,

the management frowns
on this sort of thing.

I didn't mean to interrupt,
but, uh, Jed's got

the men together
outside, they're waiting.

- Waiting for what?

- I have to talk
to them, darling.

(men chattering)
- Oh, Ms. Prudie!

I'm not much on makin'
speeches, so I won't make any.

Uh, just an engagement present.

Skipper, from your crew.

And yours, Tod.

(applause)

- Unlike Jed, I'm
always making speeches.

And this one I guess will
be kinda farewell address.

In the past few days,
I've made many decisions,

starting with Mr. Stiles,
and ending with my attorneys.

For a variety of reasons,
none of which you need

be concerned with, I've
decided to take their

advice and close the yard.

And I know that comes as
a shock to most of you,

but you'll all be protected
by a permanent pension

fund which will enable
you to live comfortably

for the rest of your lives.

Mr. Slocum will be here
tomorrow to explain the details.

I guess that's it.

I love your present.

Your sentiment, your loyalty,
and I wish you all the best.

God bless.

(somber music)

- Love your sentiment, your
loyalty, and God bless.

Thus spoke the Empress Prudence.

- Darling!

- Why?

Why did you do it?

- I never knew the yard
was that important to you.

- Never mind me, what about you?

- I had no choice.

- After two centuries of
men sweating to make the

name Adams shine,
you had no choice?

- Everything outlives
its usefulness.

- Your father didn't think so.

- My father was a child
when it came to money.

Even with this yard
losing a fortune,

the taxes are enormous,
next year they'll be worse,

we simply can't afford it!

It's why the pension
plan was created,

it's a beautiful write off.

- Kiss off would
be a better word.

- Once the men understand
it, they'll be delighted.

- And you and I love happily
ever after, is that it?

- So the saying goes.

- Prudie, Prudie.

- Don't keep repeating
my name like that.

- Why not, if it'll help
me get through to you?

Prudie, don't you
want the shipyard to

get back on its feet?

Don't you care what Jed and
the others think or feel?

Darling, I told you,
Jed and I have got great

plans for the yard, if
you'll believe in me,

I'll work 27 hours a day
to make 'em come true!

- What are you trying
to prove, that a woman

can't make a business decision,
that this is a man's world?

Or are you just trying
to say that Tod Stiles is

one of those noble young
men who'll labor all day

to justify the fact that
he married a millionairess?

Well, I couldn't stand that,
stay as naive as you are,

it's part of your charm, but
don't tell me how to live.

- And I was so sure.

Well, on with the
show, step right up,

lovely lady, for your
entertainment and amusement,

I give you Tod Stiles, the
boy with the big dream.

The hope, the crazy
cockeyed notion that you

and I could make it together.

You're right, Prudie,
I have been naive

but it's not part of my charm.

Buzz said it, she'll
lash you to the mast,

oh no, I said, this
is love, fore, main,

and mizzen-masts,
we're on 'em together,

Prudie and I, he said,
she's an international

kook that can swing
in six languages,

I said, oh no, Buzz, you're
wrong, she's just restless,

searching for herself,
and she found it in me.

You should've heard
the arguments, Prudie,

for the defense,
they were brilliant.

Just as brilliant as they
turned out to be wrong.

No, Empress, I'm not gonna
tell you how to live.

And you're not gonna
tell me ever again.

(somber music)

- Tod!

I love you.

- That's not enough.

I need more than
you're willing to give,

and you take too much of
what a man has to keep.

Happy landings, Empress.

- Jed?

- Yes, Ms. Prudie?

- You were counting
on him, weren't you?

To keep the yard going?

- I guess we were.

- Well, you shouldn't
have done that.

You should know better than
to count on a stranger.

What did you know
about him, anyway?

He was just a young
man, passing through.

If it meant so much to
you, why didn't you ask me?

I'm the Adams around here!

Well, I'll think about it.

Do you hear me, Jed, I
said I'll think about it.

I'll let you know what I
decide to do about this yard.

I'll send you a cable.

I'll send you a cable
from France or Italy.

- We won't be needing you.

- You Mr. Murdock?
- Here.

Thanks for your trouble.

- (chuckles) I get
20 troubles a day

like this, I'm outta trouble.

(car starting)

- Hey!

- You can start loadin'
your stuff in the car.

Give me five minutes
to get my bags down.

- Whoa, wait a minute!

Are you sure?

- You know me, when
I burn a bridge,

even the river disappears.

- Well, I'm sorry, Tod, but, uh,

then again, I'm not sorry.

You know?

- Yeah.

Maybe some other time,
in some other town,

some night we'll talk about it.

Five minutes.
(somber music)

(upbeat jazz music)

- [Narrator] This has
been a Screen Gems film

presentation from
Columbia Pictures.

Herbert B. Leonard,
executive producer.