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Original subtitles

(tense instrumental music) (men shouting)

- [Man In Crowd] Hey, hit him, hey,

hit him.

(thudding)

(moody instrumental music)

- Clean out your locker, Aaron.

Check with the paymaster for your money.

I'm sorry, Aaron, it had to be this way.

All right, you guys, clear out, it's all over.

Get back to work.

(bluesy brass music)

- This is my favorite song.

And I'm not a religious person.

Why did ya hit me?

- Forget it, Aaron.

(bluesy brass music)

- She looks just like a girl I used to know.

Elsie.

She,

beautiful.

Beautiful.

I used, I used to smile at Elsie.

Elsie smiled at me and she'd say,

Aaron,

that, that's what they named me,

eh, she'd say, Aaron Kronberg,

you're an angel.

And I, I tell, I tell ya.

I, I smiled for a week.

And I was only 15 years old.

She was 22?

Oh the tulip

A bright yellow tulip

And I were

Here's to two nice neighbor boys.

Why did ya hit me?

- Let's go home, huh? - Nah, no, wait, I,

I didn't finish the story about Elsie.

Ya see, I got my nerve all up

and I went to see her

'cause I wanted to take her through

the Carlsbad Caves

and I'd gotten myself all shined up,

I'd gotten my tie all clean,

and I say,

Elsie,

you wanna go to Carlsbad Caves with an angel?

You know what she did?

She put her hand on my cheek.

And she said, Aaron,

angels don't have whiskers.

You better get a shave.

And I never saw her again.

That's the first time I knew I was growin' up.

I didn't smile for a week.

All week, I shaved.

(bluesy brass music)

I don't know.

You try to do your best.

You try to be somebody.

You join night school.

Everybody tries to put you down.

I, I think I better go home.

(melancholic instrumental music)

(knocking)

- Uh, thank you.

- If there's anything we can do.

- Min, your angel's home.

- The angel's home.

(melancholic instrumental music)

- Well, at least it isn't Christmas.

(melancholic instrumental music)

- [Min] I heard the news.

Same old news, right, Aaron? - Min, don't turn to stone.

- [Min] Where do we go tomorrow, Aaron?

- All I did was

ask to be considered for advancement, that's it.

- But you've only been there six months.

- I know the work, I can do it.

They think I can't touch paper

because I can lift concrete.

Just because a guy's got a strong back

they think he's got a weak mind.

Now, ya take this guy Haskell.

He's a very nice, gentle man.

You'd think he'd understand.

- So ya hit him.

- It was his logic I didn't go for!

No, no, Aaron, he says,

there're a lot of men ahead of you.

You don't have the experience.

And one thing led to another.

Min, side with me, will ya?

- But you aren't real, Aaron.

- I am real!

- [Min] If you were real, you'd stop being

something in your head that you're not!

- [Aaron] Well what do you want me to do?

You want me to go back to

a rollin' little pig park? - Yes!

It was, it was pure in Wisconsin.

- I didn't even have a,

a parkin' space in that job, Min.

- It was clean in Wisconsin.

But oh no, you had to be president right away.

Aaron Kronberg went to school,

so he had to be foreman right away.

- You think I some kind of itinerant?

- Wisconsin, Detroit, everywhere,

you had to be something you're not!

- That's right, lady!

'Cause I'm better than those slobs with a shovel,

I'm better! (baby cries)

For cryin' out loud.

Doesn't the kid ever stop crying?

- You let him cry, Aaron,

because he might be crying all of his life,

so give him lot of practice.

(brooding instrumental music)

- Get out the bag, Howard.

We've gotta take him tonight.

(quiet instrumental music)

Tonight, baby.

We'll get you free from here tonight.

Shh, baby, shh.

(quiet instrumental music)

Shh, baby.

(quiet instrumental music)

Shh.

(dramatic instrumental music)

- Did you know they have a new type friction clutch

in the hydro shovel?

- I know you have some crazy idea

about getting a license to operate that thing.

But it's been a long day, remember?

- I wonder if the Friday night fights at the Kronbergs

are over yet.

You know, seems to me a man like Kronberg

should succeed.

- Aren't you having enough trouble understanding

how to operate a hydro shovel

without trying to figure out the human equation?

- How do you raise three kids in one trailer?

- [Tod] One in the front and two in the back.

(gentle instrumental music)

- Come on, they're asleep.

(gentle instrumental music)

I forgot his vitamins.

(Pansy sighs)

(tense instrumental music)

(Min moans)

(tense instrumental music)

They shouldn't keep vitamins on the bottom drawer.

- Let's go.

(tense instrumental music)

Unlock it so we can get back in.

(tense instrumental music)

(can rattles)

(tense instrumental music)

- [Howard] Coming this way.

- We'll have to run.

Zig-zag, like in a prison picture.

Now!

(tense instrumental music)

See that, little baby?

No wheels under that house.

Isn't that nice?

(baby coos)

Howard, how many times you think about

a house like that for you and me?

People like the MacLins who got

97% in voice control

and 94 in smiling.

- 93, come on.

(tense instrumental music)

- Bye, Rudy.

Better we do it like this.

Otherwise, you'll grow up

and you'll get to know your folks.

It gets too late to leave them,

like it got for Howard and me.

You'll see.

Okay, Howard, ring it.

(tense instrumental music)

Howard!

(tense instrumental music)

You sure you pushed?

- Twice.

(Rudy cries)

- They aren't coming.

They never go out much.

Why don't they come? - We better go back and check.

(Rudy cries)

(Pansy hums)

You want the moon to play with

Or the stars to run away with

It's empty!

- [Pansy] What?

- The furniture's gone, everything's gone.

They moved out.

Pansy, it's empty.

- What are we gonna do? - We better go back.

- No!

- What do you mean no?

- We'll make more interviews.

- Tonight?

- We'll leave him somewhere til tomorrow,

and then we'll get him and we'll keep him here

til we find somebody.

- But, Pansy, it's cold.

- Howard, remember what Mr. Burton said

about turtles and how they have to have

bigger bowls if they're gonna grow?

Remember, you said yourself that Baby Rudy

will grow up to be some kind

of a screaming Gypsy midget

if he stays on those wheels.

That's what started the whole thing.

It was your idea, and I'm not gonna let

you back out on it.

- But, Pansy, where are we gonna take him?

- Billy Hinckley's!

(gentle instrumental music)

(Howard whistles)

- Hey, Hinckley.

- Howard!

Hey, golly, it is you, Howard.

What are you doin' out there, Howard?

Hey, golly, it's Pansy.

What are you doing out there, Pansy?

- Hinckley, you've gotta help us out.

- Sure thing, Howard, what do ya need, food?

- I wonder if you'll just take care of my baby brother

til tomorrow morning.

Just stick him in there with your brothers and sisters

so nobody will notice.

- Hey, golly, it's your baby brother, Howard.

What are you doing out there with your baby brother, Howard?

- Bill Hinckley, now you listen to me.

I know you don't like me

and I know you like to sock girls,

but you gotta do us a big favor, understand?

A real big, private favor.

- Hinckley?

(dramatic instrumental music)

- When ya heard this noise,

could you tell how many people there were?

- I didn't say there were people.

It was just a noise.

- Could've been a cat or a possum, is that right?

- That's right.

I didn't think anything of it.

- You always poke around at one o'clock in the morning?

- I was awake, I heard a noise.

- I was asleep.

- Well, we've checked just about everything, Captain.

Nobody heard a thing.

Not until the woman screamed anyway.

- You don't remember any noise?

No one came in the room?

- No, sir, we were sleepin', sir.

- Howard and me been sleepin' real fine

in the trailer, ever since we were born.

- Kronberg.

How long you been in town, Mr. Kronberg?

- Not very long.

- And you always come into a camp?

- Yeah, why?

- 'Cause I wondered,

maybe you stopped before here,

parked by the roadside or the lake.

- I don't park my family at a roadside.

I come respectably in the camp and--

- I didn't mean any offense, Mr. Kronberg.

- Look, isn't it enough what's happened around here?

Somebody-- - Hey, take it easy.

- I won't take it easy, you take it easy!

Quit pickin' on my kids. - That's enough, Aaron.

- No, the cops come around here,

they ask questions,

pushin' people around.

I don't like to be pushed around, ya understand?

- Okay, Aaron, okay. - Why aren't ya lookin'

for my kid?

Where's all the dragnets and all the police gimmicks

I'm always hearin' about?

- Take him inside, let him quiet down.

- Why?

You give me one good reason why I should quiet down.

You go out and find my kid!

You understand?

Just find the kid.

(brooding instrumental music)

(lilting instrumental music)

(Howard whistles)

(whistling)

- [Howard] Everything okay?

- Howard, he's a real fine baby.

- [Pansy] Did he get fed?

- Mashed up a hot dog for him.

I brought you a can of milk and an opener.

Listen, I gotta get back.

We're havin' kidney stew for breakfast.

So long!

- Thanks, Hinckley.

- Anytime, Howe.

- I'll see if we can get in.

(baby coos) (Pansy hums)

(door rattles)

(tense instrumental music)

Pansy.

(tense instrumental music)

Get the bags.

(tense instrumental music)

- They took everything but the cobwebs.

- This would make a good table.

- I kinda counted on goin' upstairs.

- [Howard] Nobody will see us down here.

- Big rooms, Howard.

More sunlight in big rooms.

- Pansy.

(gentle instrumental music)

- One of us will interview and one of us will stay.

Did you bring your $3.48?

- 47, come on.

(gentle instrumental music)

- Oh, Howard, it's a house for growing.

(brooding instrumental music)

- Be right back.

(brooding instrumental music)

(knocking)

I, uh, know you don't have much of an appetite,

but I felt like it.

- Well, thanks.

- Any news at all?

- I keep tellin' Min that,

well, maybe somebody wants that kid

'cause, well, it's a kid.

That way there's a chance it'll be taken care of.

- We're out of coffee.

- [Linc] You wanna go over and see Haskell with me?

See if we can get him his job back?

- We could make a career outta getting

him his job back.

- He's in bad shape.

- So you bought him his groceries.

- Yeah, I bought him his groceries.

- Now you're gonna get him his job back,

and then maybe you could air condition the trailer

for him. - What?

- And fix up the garden,

and build a nice, neat white, strawberry ice cream sundae

picket fence around Mr. Kronberg.

Why you might even be able to go out

and find his baby for him.

- You swallow a glacier?

(Tod sighs)

- I've been sitting here, looking at the weeds in his garden

and wondering why it is some people

always come home and complain about the weeds,

but they never pull 'em.

In 10 minutes, I could pull all those weeds.

In an hour, I could make that garden respectable.

What is it that keeps weeds in some men's gardens,

and takes 'em out of their job once a year,

and crams five people together in one trailer,

and teaches a sweet wife the sorry art

of acting like a witch?

Hmm?

What is it that does that?

You know, he's not stupid.

He didn't have to get fired Friday.

- You tryin' to send me a message?

- Mm hmm.

Let him alone.

Let him do it himself, Mother.

If he wants his job back,

let Aaron Kronberg ask for his job back.

I wonder if he's ever asked for a job back.

Let him alone.

That's a pressure cooker over there.

Let them open the windows from the inside.

(knocking)

Not that we all don't have some weeds in our garden,

and not that I don't like him,

or that I don't feel sorry about the baby.

But as Rodman said, what is one thing

to do with the other?

(melancholic instrumental music)

- [Howard] You sure keep a clean garden, ma'am.

- Thank you, son.

- [Howard] You and your husband, uh,

work in the garden together?

- Oh, no, no, he's not much for flowers.

At least away from work he isn't.

- Yup, it's a real fine family garden, ma'am.

I mean, I guess there's nothing like a garden

when you're growing it with some kid in it.

- Well, that's a nice thought, son.

- Mr. Snyder works in the bicycle shop

on Eighth Street, doesn't he?

- Oh, no. (chuckles)

That's Mr. Schneider.

Mr. Snyder's an undertaker on Lime Street.

(dramatic instrumental music)

- Well, why don't you take a break

and have some cookies and milk?

- Thanks, that'd be swell.

Real fine house you have here, Miss Craven.

- [Mrs. Craven] We like it very much.

- Yup, it's a real fine family house, Miss Craven.

Near the church and the school and everything, isn't it?

- Mm hmm.

You live nearby?

- Not too close.

- Well, you're a fine boy, Howard.

I really admire a boy who's willing

to go out and make himself 25 cents an hour

so he can save his own money.

- 35 cents, Miss Craven.

- Did we say 35?

I thought we said 25.

- No, ma'am, we agreed on 35 cents.

- Well, let's make it 30.

- That wasn't the agreement, ma'am.

- [Miss Craven] 30 is quite enough for a young boy your age.

(dramatic instrumental music)

- Where have you two been?

We've been lookin' for ya all day.

You've gone and upset your mother again.

- We were walkin'.

- We were lookin' for Brother.

- Come on.

- Say, kids, how'd ya like to spend the day

with us tomorrow?

We could take you for that ride in the country

you've been wantin'.

- That'd be very nice. - Uh, no thanks.

- Same here. - What?

- Well, uh, we don't mean ride all day.

We can stop and do some fishing, how's that?

- Uh-- - We don't like to kill

living things.

- Well what about the amusement park?

- That makes Pansy queasy.

- You've always liked the amusement.

What's the matter with you?

- Well we'll get tickets to the football game.

- Yeah, we'll go for some spaghetti afterwards.

- Football makes Pansy nervous.

- Spaghetti does, too.

- Now what are you talking about?

- They aren't nice neighbors.

They're peepin' toms. - And they drive too fast.

- And they don't like children.

- Get in the house, Panisa.

(lilting instrumental music)

- Spaghetti makes her nervous?

(dramatic instrumental music)

(horn blares)

(tractors rumble)

- You know, you remind me of a man in Albuquerque

who had this great desire to play Sherlock Holmes.

You know, follow the police chief around,

get himself involved in the middle of all the action.

Today, at this very moment,

that man will have been dead for a long time.

He got himself shot.

But that's not the tragic part of the story.

The tragic part of the story is

if he had been an authentic cop,

he'd be alive today.

See, the bullet went right through

where his badge would've been.

- I know they weren't going for a quiet walk

at 5:30 in the morning.

- Did I ever tell you the story about the man--

- You admitted yourself they were acting strange.

- Well why shouldn't they act strange?

Their brother's been kidnapped,

the police are crawlin' all over the place.

Maybe they feel a little guilty.

You know, sibling rivalry and so forth.

This might just be the time to leave 'em alone.

Right?

- Wrong.

(thunderous boom)

(splashing and gurgling)

- [Woman] Do you want it?

- Well, uh, ma'am, it's a wonderful bottle warmer,

and, you see, ma'am, I've only got $2.20.

And we can get the rest to you by, say, Wednesday?

- It's for a baby.

(phone rings)

- Can I help you?

- Adults, stupid adults!

- Come on, we can't leave Rudolph alone.

- No, we come for a bottle warmer,

and we're gonna get a bottle warmer.

- [Howard] But we don't have the money.

- But they've got the bottle warmer.

- Pansy!

- Just take it down, just take it down

like you're admiring it,

like it was the absolute best-looking bottle warmer

you ever came across.

- Hold on now, Pansy.

- Do you want your baby brother to start whoopin'?

- And then here's the large size worth 83.

- It's a real terrific bottle warmer, isn't it?

- Yeah, real terrific.

- When the door is clear,

just put it in my jacket,

and we'll walk out like we're doin' nothin'

but walkin' out.

- But they'll notice a big bulge in you like that.

- Remember what the man said in the movie, Howard?

Life's a gamble, Jake.

- Have you tried this?

I think you'll like it.

(dark instrumental music)

Robbery!

- Stay close!

- They stole the bottle warmer.

(saleswoman shouts)

(tense instrumental music)

Stop!

Stop, police!

(exciting instrumental music)

(gentle instrumental music)

(panting)

- What's the matter, Howard?

- I never stole anything before.

I never stole anything.

You made me steal this thing and I hate looking at it.

- [Pansy] Come on Howard, let's get back to the house.

- No, I didn't feel right being chased like that.

It isn't on my page and I hate it,

and I don't wanna see it anymore!

- Howard!

Howard!

Oh, Howard.

Howard, wait.

Wait up, Howard!

Oh, Howard!

Howard, wait!

(dramatic instrumental music)

(melancholic instrumental music)

- Once upon a time, there was this peeping tom.

- Quiet.

(tense instrumental music)

- I figure we'll interview people

at the bookstore today.

- Yeah. - And don't forget

to plug in the bottle warmer.

Where ya going?

- To plug in the bottle warmer.

(tense instrumental music)

(Rudy cooing)

- You plugged it in real good, Howard.

(Rudy crying)

Don't you just love the high ceilings?

The other day when you were out raking for milk money--

- We're almost out of money, what with that new blanket.

- I was pretending-- - You aren't listening.

- I was pretending I was in this large, green place.

- Pansy, I don't know if we're ever gonna find anybody.

- And I went out to this large, green place

and I'd scream how glorious it is to be me.

Then you know what I did?

(Rudy cries)

Shh, shh.

It's coming.

Howard plugged it in real good.

And then you know what I did?

There was this hill, you know?

And I ran up to the top of it,

and I started to sing.

I sang all the songs I ever heard,

and I did that all day.

And by the end of the day,

there was piles of people along the meadow

listening to me.

Some of them were kissing and some of them were laughing

and some of them were crying.

They were all looking up at me,

Panisa Kronberg.

And I'd smile on them in a way

that they'd never know I came from a trailer camp.

Ever think how nice it's gonna be

for Baby Rudolph not to grow up

like we had to?

So la la la la la la la

Bye bye

Do you want the moon to play with

Or the stars to run away with

They'll come with

Don't you cry

So la la la la la la la la

Bye bye

- Pansy, we're running out of time.

(gentle instrumental music)

(dramatic instrumental music)

- All right, all right, I heard ya.

- I'm not finished. - What are you tryin' to do,

drive me outta my mind? - I'm tryin' to get you

to listen to me.

I don't like this anymore than you do.

- Listen, when this thing is over

and everyone's back-- - They're not sitting

in that house having a tea party!

They're there because something about their life

is buggin' 'em,

and somehow, somewhere along the line,

they decided to do something about it.

Now that's more than most people

are able to do, isn't it?

- What do you want me to do,

tell them they made their mother happy, is that it?

- You don't get it, do you?

You just don't get it.

- Now when we get there, you can't push 'em,

you can't beat 'em,

and you can't scream at 'em.

You've gotta try and understand 'em.

- I understand one thing.

They're my kids.

I handle my kids the way I wanna handle my kids.

You try to understand that.

(melancholic instrumental music)

All right, take me to where they are, now.

Come on, right now.

(dramatic instrumental music)

(Rudy cries)

- Well I can't help it if Hinckley's cousin

is coming to visit him.

- That fat little mother hen should tell his cousin

not to come.

- Well his cousin's coming

and we can't take the baby there tonight.

- [Pansy] We'll find another place.

(Rudy cries)

- [Linc] This is the way you get in.

- Well, where are they?

- Upstairs.

(Rudy cries)

- [Howard] There are no other places to go.

- [Pansy] You give up all the time.

- [Howard] I interviewed a million people, didn't I?

- Well so did I, I didn't wanna take him back

to that trailer. - We should've taken him

home that first night. - Home to what?

What you're tryin' to do is put the blame on me.

You're the one who called him a jerkface.

- [Howard] I'm not blaming you,

but you push all the time. - 'Cause you give up!

- I steal things now, don't I?

- We needed a bottle warmer. - We could have waited.

- [Pansy] All you do is think of yourself.

You're selfish. - I'm not selfish,

you're selfish!

- Don't you call me selfish.

(Rudy cries)

You're not nice, you're not nice.

- [Howard] Pan, I'm gonna go.

(Rudy cries)

- 'Cause you don't care, you dirty stinkin',

dirty stinkin', dirty stinkin'.

(Rudy cries)

Will you shut up, will you just stop

that rotten stickin' cryin'?

Oh my, did you hear me?

- Us.

- Oh my.

- [Howard] Sounded just like them.

(sad instrumental music)

- We only wanted to do something right, didn't we?

(melancholic instrumental music)

We must look awful ugly, baby.

(Rudy coos)

(sad instrumental music)

Sure did look like a good place to grow up in.

(melancholic instrumental music)

- Here they come.

(gentle instrumental music)

- What say we all go home now?

(dramatic instrumental music)

(jazzy instrumental music)

- [Annoucner] A Screen Gems presentation,

Herbert B. Leonard, executive producer.

(dramatic instrumental music)