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Big stuff, eh,
watching the world go by?

Right. Big stuff.

Of course, there's different
ways of watching.

Take the guy that eats peanuts.

Every time he cracks a shell, he's gotta see
that his thumb is in just the right spot.

Then he has to take the peanuts out.

Then he has to throw the shell away.

A guy like that can't concentrate.

- See what I mean?
- Mm. Perfectly.

But popcorn?

Popcorn was made
for watching the world go by.

Look.

I stick my hand in the bag
without taking my eyes off the street.

I throw some popcorn in my craw.

I chew.

And I'm still looking.

That's what I call class.

Sure. Peanut-eaters don't know how to live.

"Lynn. 'Hmm?"

Tell me something.

Do you love me?

No.

That's the way to talk.

No worries, no jealousies.

Just meeting here every Thursday
and eating our popcorn.

Why don't you love me?

Maybe I don't know what love is.

But I think I do.

- What do you think?
- About love?

About love.

Well.

I think when it hits me I'll start
walking three feet off the ground.

You can duplicate that with a shot
of bourbon on an empty stomach.

And if the man has a mole on his nose,
I won't be able to see it.

I can do that with bourbon too.

And I have a feeling that when I find him,
he'll be flat broke.

Right.

And when you're married you won't be
able to quit your job until you have to.

And there's plenty reasons
why you'll have to.

That's the fun of being married.

Fun? You'll do your own
cooking and washing.

- You'll lose your figure.
- And I'll love it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

That's never going to happen to you.

Why not?

Because something tells you
that's the ideal existence.

And it is.

But the minute you're smart enough
to realize that and start reaching for it,

you might as well give up
because you'll never get it.

You newspaper men know everything.

Sure.

What you're trying
to be is a Lizzie Glutz.

Lizzie Glutz?

Yeah, the girl that runs
her own little world to suit herself

because she's too unimportant
to have the world run her.

That sounds great to me.

Of course it does.

The smarter you are,
the harder you try for that kind of life.

But Lizzie Glutz is Lizzie Glutz

simply because she's too darned dumb
to be anything else.

And that's not you.

Pete, you're talking
through your nose again.

There's a dame for you.

You try to tell her she's got it in her
to be big stuff and what does she do?

She says let's go for a walk.

Only as far as the subway.
I have to work tonight.

- Is that boat docking?
- Yeah.

I have to get an interview
with some visiting goof

about what he thinks of our
beautiful buildings and tall women.

Someday, I'd like to go down
and meet a boat with you.

Just to see what celebrities are like.

If people really knew,
there wouldn't be any celebrities.

Look.

Get them on.

Just a grandpa at heart.

- Next Thursday.
- Same bench.

- Same time.
- So long, Lynn.

Lizzie Glutz to you.

Let 'em off, boys.
Let 'em off, boys.

Watch your step.

Let 'em off, boys.
Let 'em off, boys.

Watch your step.
Watch your step.

Ouch!

Say, you're practically
threatening the lady.

Shut up and turn around
before somebody steps in your face.

Oh, let me out of here.

Oh, a wise guy, huh?

Come on, let's get inside.

A wise QUY-

Going around knocking people down.

How would you like
a good sock in the kisser?

Now you let him alone.

I'm sorry you fell over,
but the lady was in a little difficulty.

Oh, so I fell over, huh?

Maybe like you're going to fall over.

Oh, you...

A|| right, break it up.

Break it...

Get out before they arrest you.

Come on. Hurry up.

Don't look back,
but is anybody following us?

I can't see without looking.

Here, let's duck into a store.

Oh, mister.

Whatever you do,
never sock a Subway Guard.

Not even for you?

Well...

What is it, please?

- Ch...
- Oh, we're just, uh...

We're just browsing around.

Browsing? What for, an artificial leg?

Huh?

Well.

It's been a lovely day.

- Yes.
- Yes. Lovely.

- Yes.
- Good day.

Good day.

- Good day.
- Good day.

Well, this is it.

It can wait.

Uh-huh.

Oh, did I thank you for dinner?

Yes. Three times.

Am I going to see you again?

- Why not?
- Of course. Why not.

Did anyone ever tell you
you talk like an Englishman?

Well, I was born in England.

Oh, maybe that's why.

Yes. Maybe that's why.

Yes.

I don't know
what I'm talking about.

- Do you?
- No, but it's fun.

Well, I...

May I see you tomorrow?

- For what?
- For more fun.

What's your name?

Gray. Charles Gray.

Tomorrow is Saturday.
Don't you work in the morning?

No.

- Do you work Fridays?
- Nope.

- Do you work any day?
- No.

Don't you want to work?

Yes.

Why don't you go
look for a job tomorrow?

Because tomorrow
I want to be with you.

Will you go look for a job Monday?

If you'll let me see you Sunday, too.

Why should I care if you find a job?

Of course.

Why should you care?

Thanks for socking the guard.

Oh, no trouble.
No trouble at all.

Yes?

Oh, my name is Marilyn.

Marilyn David.

I forgot to tell you.

Thanks, Marilyn.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Hello.

Hello.

One o'clock tomorrow.
Is that all right?

I was coming early
in the morning to wait.

Why are you standing there?

To see if you'll open the door again.

Goodbye. Really.

Goodbye.

Hello.

Why wouldn't you leave
and save me this embarrassment.?

What... what's that?

I've even forgotten where I live.

Here, hold this.

You like it?

- Ch, dear.
- Well, how about it?

Second ride, ten cents.
Keep your seats.

Second ride, ten cents.

Keep your seats.
Ten cents, second ride.

- Let's do it again, huh?
- Right you are.

- Here, hold these.
- Ten cents, second ride.

Keep your seats.
Ten cents, second ride.

Oh.

Wait. Hold these.

What are you doing?

Fifty-fifty.
You paid for the first ride.

Twenty cents, please.

What is this fifty-fifty?

I can't keep letting you pay half.

Why not?

Twenty cents, somebody.

But why should you pay?

Because you have no job.

Twenty cents, anybody.

Ready?

Ready.

Go!

That's all there is to tell about me.

I haven't many friends.

Practically none, but I don't mind.

I don't like friends either.

It must be deeper than that with me.

My people must belong to me.

Be part of me like...

Like a pipe.

Did you ever have a pipe that...

I know. My dad used
to have a pipe like that.

All caked up and burned black.

I was a little kid then,
I knew he loved that pipe.

And it smelled so terrible.

So one day I washed it
for him with soap and water.

Oh.

I would have liked your dad.

Even after that.

I know you would.

He was like you in a way.

Rather play than work.

Are you going to keep
your promise about finding a job?

Why are you so interested
in a job for me?

It's the right way to live, isn't it?

Instead of going along
from day to day

just trusting that something
will turn up to keep you going.

That's true, I suppose.

And we're going to see
each other again, aren't we?

So often that you will
become annoyed with me.

Do you think so?

Not really.

Do you want to hear a secret?

About you?

About both of us.

If I were ever to become
annoyed with you,

it would have happened years ago.

That's when I first started
thinking about you.

How you would look.

The way you'd have.

What you'd say when we were together.

Do I live up to the picture?

Perfectly, even to being without a job.

But that's the way I wanted you to be
so that when I met you actually,

I could help you.

There is not much I can say after that.

If I simply told you I loved you,
it would sound rather flat.

Wouldn't it?

I don't think so.

Shall I try it?

Just to see how it sounds.

Will you mean it?

How could I help but mean it?

You try.

I love you.

Ooh! OW!

Papa!

- The man grabbed me.
- Sonny, I didn't...

- You did too!
- He didn't...

Papa, the man grabbed me.

Oh, the wise guy.

I think we'd better go now.

What shall we do tonight?

Well, let's see.

What would you like to do?

What would you?

Let's have dinner.

All right.

Same place as last night?

I love it.

- And after dinner?
- Yes?

Some place where there aren't people.

- Some place where we...
- I know that place.

Oh, the swellest spot in town.

Good.

Well, what do you think?

It's perfect.

You are supposed to sit on the bench,

right here,

and eat popcorn
and watch the world go by.

Hey, Eddie, when we get aboard,
grab those pictures in a hurry.

No fancy set-ups, I'll yell and you
snap them... with their mouths open.

Gee, I can't never get ahead that way.

I got a reputation to look out for.

Ah, forget your reputation.

The only picture your family will ever save
is the one of your tombstone.

Yeah, well, who we got?

No big stuff.

One ambassador,
a couple of millionaires,

the president of a pickle company,
and three actresses.

We'll knock 'em off in no time.

Three actresses, you say?

Yeah.

Oh, Pete.

What?

Pete, look.

Three actresses.

Three of 'em.

Now I ain't asking much,
but just give me time enough

to get a nice pose
out of one actress.

Just one.

What kind of a pose?

Well, something, uh, something
with what you might call a lilt to it,

you know,
sitting on the railing.

- Legs crossed?
- Yeah, legs crossed.

- Something new?
- Yeah, something new.

Mm-hm.

Now listen, genius, I got my
regular Thursday night date tonight

and I'm waiting for you to snap
no actresses with no legs crossed.

Say, what's more important?

Your date or my job?

What do you think?

There is no comparison.

You know something?

There's no reason why we shouldn't force the
city to put a water bottle beside this bench.

A guy can't eat popcorn all night
without drinking something.

I said a man can't eat popcorn all night
without drinking something.

Oh.

Hey.

Look at me.

Pete, I want you to shake hands
with Lizzie Glutz.

Lizzie Glutz?

Yeah. Lizzie Glutz.

The girl we were talking about.

The girl you said I wasn't, remember?

Who is going to meet some man
who'd sweep her off the ground.

And he'd be broke
and neither of them would care.

And all of a sudden they would
be living in their own little world.

Oh.

- So it happened, eh?
- Yep.

Just like I said it would.

You see, you were wrong.

Who is he?

Just a nobody.

You'd like him.

Would I?

Oh Pete, it's the swellest feeling.

All at once, you're face to face.

You don't know how it happened,
but there you are.

And from then on, it's just one
roller-coaster ride after another.

Wait until it happens to you.

Do you think it will?

Why sure. It's bound to.

Then what'|| I do?

Well...

I know what I'll do.

Just sit on a bench and eat my popcorn
and watch the world go by.

And then all at once
there won't be any more popcorn.

A man can't watch the world go by
without popcorn, can he?

Can he?

I'll bet he's a darn nice guy.

Yeah.

He is a darn nice guy.

Ah, I was nuts about this bench.

- Weren't you?
- I still am.

I'll put a "For Rent" sign out tomorrow.

Oh, Pete, you're still
the best friend I've got.

What I do with him
won't make any difference with us.

- No?
- No.

No, you don't understand about him.

I want you to meet him right away.

There is no reason why
the three of us can't get on.

You don't know your guys.

Look, Pete, I don't want to lose you.

I won't.

I'm just "old reliable,"
that's the way I stack up with you.

All right,
forget about the "For Rent" sign.

If you're ever in a spot
or if you feel like you want

to talk it over with somebody
on a Thursday night,

you know where to find me.

I'll be here.

But don't come unless you have to.

Because things can never
be the same anymore. Never.

You understand that, don't you?

Hiya, chief.

You want to see me?

Well, it's old Pete Dawes,
the demon reporter.

Say, why don't you wake up
and notice what's going on

- in front of those St. Bernard eyes?
- What are you talking about?

Would it interest you at all to know
on this beautiful sunshiny morning

that the Duke of Loamshire
and his son arrived six weeks ago.

And they've been playing round town ever
since without a line of print about it.

Well, how'd they get in?

Phony names.

But where have you been?

We ran pictures of the kid
when he got engaged to that English girl.

Helen Fergus.

And while you're walking
around in a trance,

we've got to pay a smart little
ticket clerk five bucks for the tip.

Okay. Where are they?

I don't know.

But they have sailing reservations
for tomorrow at noon.

Noon?

Here, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Here, take along this picture
and these clips,

so at least you'll know 'em
from Adam.

You got a picture there of the old man,
the Duke of Loamshire.

And his son, Charles Gray Granton.

Lord Granton to you.

And keep your mouth shut about this.

We're the only sheet in town
that's got anything on it.

Fair enough.

Oh, and, look, while you're passing out
five bucks for news tips,

- I'll sell you a hot one.
- Yeah? What's that?

You could get lots better stuff
out of me if you upped my salary.

Huh?

You can send the five bucks
around to the house.

Get out of here.

- Dad, I'm sincere about this.
- Of course you are.

You're always
sincere about everything.

For the moment.

If this is your way
of objecting to Marilyn, I...

I don't object to her.

If you are set on marrying Marilyn,
I'll accept her.

And so will your mother.

But there are various ways
of dealing with a delicate situation.

You are diving into this all wrong.

Lies and cables.

It's all so crude.

What should I do?

First, remember the family name.

We're proud of it.

We've never had any scandal
or cheap notoriety attached to it.

- But I have no intention of...
- All right.

Go back to England,
tell your mother about it as a son should.

See Helen.

Give her the chance of breaking off
the engagement decently.

And then, with your house in order,

you can come back here
and ask Marilyn to marry you.

You'll have the right
to ask her after that.

I wonder what Marilyn would say
if I told her the truth.

Gray.

I called your office, but... but you'd left
and I thought this was the only way...

What's the matter?

I have a chance for a job.

Oh, gee, that's great.

What kind of a job?

Come on, tell me.

Well, there is a factory
in the south.

Virginia.

They want to open
a New York sales office.

That's all you need, Gray.

Just a chance
to show them what you can do.

I know, but...

If I take it, I will have to leave town
for a couple of weeks.

- Oh...
- You know.

Go down to the factory
and study the product.

You see, it isn't an ordinary job.

There is a chance for real advancement.

Oh, of course.

Just the thought
of you being gone so long.

Do you really feel that way about it?

Can't you tell?

I'll miss you even more.

You couldn't.

Come on, Eddie.

But wait a minute,
I got something good here,

- wait a minute.
- Oh, come on.

Hey.

Say, what's the idea visiting our little
city without letting the papers in on it?

- Papers?
- Yes, don't you suppose.

New York would like to know
that it's been visited

by the Duke of Loamshire
and his son?

All right, Eddie.

My good man, you must be mistaken.

Oh no, I haven't missed
picking a celebrity in six years.

Now, come on,
how about a little statement

as to why you were here
and what you were doing?

Look.

Couldn't you be a good sport
and sort of forget that you saw us?

We would appreciate it tremendously.

Oh.

Is it that important to you?

Just a moment.

Let's get over there.

You know,
there are times when a man wants...

We can assure you
there's no significance to the visit.

None at all.

We simply came here
to enjoy ourselves quietly.

- That is so.
- And a report of the trip in the papers

might cause personal embarrassment.

To your fiancee for instance,
Miss Helen Fergus?

Well, yes. Yes, that's right.

You are still engaged, aren't you?

Yes, of course.

- Well, now how old...
- Look here, young man.

We shall be glad enough
to make it worth your while.

Seventy, ninety, a hundred.

All right, as far as I'm concerned,
I've never seen you.

- You promise that?
- Sure.

Let's go, Eddie.

- Pete.
- What?

- Well, say, Purser.
- Yes, sir?

- You see those two fellows over there?
- Yes, sir.

- Take good care of them.
- Yes, sir.

Say, what do you mean?

Promising those guys
you didn't see 'em.

What of it?
You saw 'em, didn't you?

Oh.

Well, let me out!

- Pete.
- Hello.

This picture. Did you do it?

Why, sure. Why?

Did you see these people?

Did you talk to them?

Of course.
Why all the excitement?

Why?

Because this Lord Granton,

this man engaged to a girl in England,

that's Charles Gray.

- Charles Gray?
- Yeah. Charles Gray.

The nobody I was telling you about.

Charles Gray Granton.

So that's it.

That's why I got the run around.

He told me he was going out of town
for a couple of weeks.

To get a job.

What did he say?

What did he talk about?

Well, he just...

Go on. I'm asking for it.

He said he'd just been fooling around
in America on the quiet.

That he was going back
and marry that English dame.

His father offered me a hundred bucks
to keep the whole thing quiet.

That's swell, isn't it?

I did all right by myself, didn't I?

Ah, you dames can pick
yourselves more wrong guys.

Oh, come on.
Let's go for a walk.

He was broke.

A nobody.

He loved me.

What did he think I was?

A cheap pretender like himself?

Oh, will you quit
getting worked up about it.

If that guy ever comes back here,
I'll break his... neck.

He won't come back.

All right,
what are you going to do about it?

What can you do?

I'd like to do to him
what he's done to me.

Spoil his happiness.

Make him something to laugh at.

Why not?

Nah.

No, when you're the sap, you're the sap.

And anything you do makes
you even more of a sap.

There's a story for your paper.

"Lord Granton walks out
on poor working girl."

Can't you see the headlines?

Yeah.

I can see the headlines.

Yes, I want to talk to Mr. Dawes.

This is Miss David calling.

Marilyn David.

Hello, Pete?

He is too in!

You tell that gorilla
if he doesn't talk to me, I'll...

Hello?

Hello?

Ooh!

Ouch.

Oh!

Well, our reports are brief, of course,
but the girl claims that you...

Well, that you forced
your attentions upon her.

That she refused
your proposal of marriage.

And that finally she forced you
to return to England.

Did she say that?

Obviously.

May I?

These statements
followed one newspaper story

that you had been visiting
in America secretly.

I hadn't intended disturbing your trip.

But then we received
a report from England

that a Miss Fergus
had broken her engagement to you

after these reports
had appeared at home.

And now the newspapers
from both sides

are demanding to know
if you are actually aboard.

I hope you will pardon me,
but I felt that you ought to be prepared.

- Thank you, Captain.
- But if I can help in any way,

such as preventing the newspaper people from
embarrassing Lord Charles when we dock...

That will be quite all right.

Well, there's Marilyn.

Yes, there is Marilyn.

I can't understand it.

What's her idea?
What is she after?

A girl of her type?

Well, you'll hear from her later.

Asking for money
to stop further publicity.

What a gal.

I must admit
she had me fooled completely.

That's over, but if there are
going to be reporters

waiting for you on the dock at Southampton
asking for statements...

I'll give them a statement.

No, you won't.

Dad, if I'd only known
that I was going to drag my family

into a cheap scandal like this...

Well, we can stand that,

but we've got to be sure
that nothing is done to encourage it.

And if we can only stop her
without resorting to the law courts...

That shouldn't be difficult
now that I know her language.

The company for the current fiscal year
show a 33 percent decrease

from the previous 12-month period.

This should not by any means be
construed as an actual loss in business.

It must be remembered that...

Well, young man?
Well, well, well, well.

It must be remembered
that the margin of profits on our goods

has been cut
by the rising cost of raw materials.

Therefore...

Are you listening, Miss David?

Pardon me.

Now what?

Nothing.

Nothing important.

Look.

Just because you have
your name in all the papers,

there's no reason why I shouldn't
get a little work done around here.

Will you please listen to me?

Excuse me, Mr. Hankerson.

Let's see. Where were we?

Oh.

By the rising costs of raw materials,
therefore...

Could you by any chance
be too good for this job?

You know, I'm still paying your salary
and I want a little attention around here,

my dear Duchess.

By the rising costs
of raw materials, therefore...

Therefore, my neck!

- I quit.
- But... but Miss David?

Right in the middle of a paragraph.

Go ahead. Shoot.

Oh.

Give me some popcorn.

Say, I'm sorry about not getting here
last Thursday.

I... work.

Uh-huh.

All right. Why?

- Why what?
- You know what.

Why did you print those fake stories?

Ch, that, I...

Go ahead.

Okay.

I did it because I love you.

And that guy Gray hurt you.

Nobody is going to hurt you
while I'm around and get away with it.

That's what I thought.

You old windmill.

Well, at least nobody
will ever walk out on you again.

You're somebody now.

Yeah, "you're somebody" is right.

Everybody pointing at me
on the subway.

On the street.

Photographers trying
to break in my house.

Sure, you're a celebrity.

One of those peculiar people
made strangely important

by ordinary newspaper print.

Strangely important?

A busted romance.

- No job.
- No job?

No job!

And this.

There's a sweet boyfriend for you.

Yep. Sweet.

And to the point.

Well, if he wants to be forgotten,

here's the one who can do it.

That's the stuff.

Pete, you're a smart fella.

What do poor little working girls
usually do next?

Well, they usually drown themselves
one way or the other.

I'll take the other.

Come on, get them on.

No, never mind the menu.

Here's the idea.
I want a glass, see.

Yes.

- About this high.
- Yes.

- Maybe higher.
- Mm-hm.

I don't care what you put in it.

Scotch, hair tonic, rat poison.

But when it's all gone,
I want to be lying in a neat little heap.

Right there.

Yeah.

Make it two.

Yeah.

Well, there is one thing about Gray.

He gave me the swellest moments
I've ever had in my life.

How much would it cost
for a poor little working girl to forget?

All right, I'm quiet.

If you ever pull another crack
about that guy...

Hello, Pete.

Where have you been?

I figure seeing you when we had
that murder here last month.

I'm handling ship news now, Nate.

By-line and everything.

- Don't you read it?
- No.

Oh, I want you to meet Marilyn David.

Lynn, this is Nate Porcopolis,
the smartest cafe man in the business.

Marilyn David, yes?

Yeah, I've read about her.

Kicking that Lord
or Whatchamacallit back in England.

Say, you wrote it, no?

Yes, he wrote it.

Lady, you got the right idea.

Kick them foreigners
back where they belong.

How's business?

Ah, this is it.

We have too many nightclubs around.

If we haven't got something
to drag them in,

well, we starve.

Have something, Nate?

Four in one.

SaY-

Who is this lady's manager?

- Manager?
- Yeah.

I was thinking.

With all her publicity,
people talking about her.

You know, last year I booked
that Krabaski dame

that chopped her husband with an ax.

Swell business for a while.

She sang a sad song about her mother.

Now, if your girlfriend
is looking for some fellow

that could show her the ropes,
you know, cash in,

I wouldn't mind maybe...

What are you talking about?

I'm her manager.

What do you know about managing?

Whose widow did you ever book
that chopped her husband with an ax?

I know enough to realize that I've got
the greatest attraction in the business.

Nate.

Right now, this minute,
all I'd have to do

is go up in the street
and yell that Lynn David's inside

and this place would be
jammed to the walls.

Ah, that's not so easy.

Now, when I booked
that Krabaski dame...

Come on, will you forget
about that meat-chopper?

I'm talking about a class attraction.

A girl who would draw
the best people in town.

Even to this joint.

You think so?

You know what I'd do
if I was running this place?

I'd sign her right now.

Get a bigger band,
doll the place up,

and get ready
for the biggest business in town.

Hey, that costs money.

Oh, not half as much as you think.

I'll handle the publicity and show you
how to really go to town on a story.

And not only that,
we're not even asking for a salary.

All you do is turn over
a percentage of the profits.

Now, is there anything wrong with that?

Well, no.

She might clean up at that.

Oh, it's a cinch.

Look, here's what we'll do.

Say,
haven't I anything to do with all this?

You don't object to making more money than
you ever saw before in your life, do you?

No.

Why, I just thought you might ask me
what I thought about it.

You could do a nice little act.

Something simple like.

Yeah.

Like Mrs. Krabaski maybe?

Yeah.

Somebody is wrong.

What can you lose?

Pete, you're crazy.

I've got no more business
in a nightclub than...

Than your grandmother.

They'll throw eggs at me.

Maybe tomatoes.

I can't... ooh.

Oh.

Oh, but who cares.

At least we're living.

No.

And that's all that matters.

At least we're living.

That's the stuff, Lynn.
Nate, you're set.

For the first time in your life
you're really in the money.

I'm going the limit on this.

Publicity that's worth twenty times
as much as advertising.

And it won't cost you a cent.

That's what I like,
something that won't cost me a cent.

Boy, what an attraction.

Do you think so, huh?

- You can't miss.
- That's what I like.

Something that cannot miss.

- She's all ours.
- All ours.

Bills.

Bills, and you told me
it wouldn't cost a cent.

But, Nate, think of it,
a sign that goes on and off

- one line at a time.
- Yeah.

On and off one line at a time.

300 bucks a day.

What's the matter?

"What's the matter," can't ya hear?

- I'll never be any good.
- Pete said you don't have to be good.

Oh, he did, did he?

Sing!

- Well, Nate, how do you like it?
- How do I like it?

Look, Lord Radbury,
Lady Rolleston...

Who's this prince with a bunch of Zs
on his name, eh?

Here's this guy Bishop,
he is worth about 8 million bucks.

- Sure.
- Look, we even got a sultan in here.

How did we get so many big shots
at the opening, eh?

They had to come after
they read the papers.

But all these foreigners
with the fancy names.

Listen, I didn't miss one bolt as
Dr. New York during the past month.

What did you think I was talking about
while I was supposed to be

- interviewing these mugs?
- I suppose I'll get a bill for that next, eh?

- No, just an expense sheet.
- I'd rather have a bill.

- Who is it?
- It's me.

Oh, go jump in the lake.

Lynn, you should see the people,
it's packed.

The classiest mob that ever
poked his head inside of a nightclub.

Oh, I told you we'd do it.

And they're waiting to see you.

Waiting to see me?

One schooner of highballs and I wake up
with my name on the billboard.

Oh, Pete, can't you see how silly it is?

Now, let's pretend we're sane
and call the whole thing off.

No, why do that?

Why? Look at me.

I'm supposed to go out there
and try to sing.

Try to dance.

And in this outfit, I can't even walk.

Gosh, does it really
make you walk like that?

Yes.

Oh, you'll come out all right,
just sing your number and do your dance.

All they want is a chance to look you over.

Yeah,
I'd like to see you go out there in this

and let 'em look you over.

I feel like... like a fancy porch swing.

Lynn.

- Lynn.
- What?

Oh.

Ohh.

Oh, now, Pete, you shouldn't have.

Oh, that's all right,
there's lots of other stuff.

Huh?

- Where'd you get those?
- The whole layout cost me 87 bucks and a half.

From five feet away,
nobody can tell the difference.

Now, we don't know
where this stuff came from.

There have been rumors, of course,
that this trinket was given to you

by the Prince of Some place-or-other.

And this little token of esteem
from the Duke of Whatchamacallit.

- Uh-huh.
- And this from some king

of some little country or other...
I'll work out a good gag on that.

- Oh, naturally.
- Of course, we pay no attention to the rumors.

We just wear our
jewelry and let people talk.

Mm-hm.

Pete, isn't there something missing?

- Missing?
- Yeah.

Where's that little gadget
I got from Napoleon?

Wouldn't be a bad idea at that.

Wonder what's happened
to Lizzie Glutz.

- Miss David?
- Oh, is that me?

- That's you.
- Oh!

- Miss David, we're waiting.
- She's coming.

- Oh, no!
- Oh, come on now, buck up,

you know, just to show me
that everything's all right.

Great.

And now what?

Oh.

Pete, someday I'm gonna knock you down
and walk all over that funny face of yours.

Good, say, uh,

Lynn, that first little bracelet I
gave you, it's personal from me.

It's on the level.

- No kidding?
- No kidding.

- Now go out there and murder 'em.
- Murder them?

Do you realize you're
talking to the corpse?

Go on, go on, go on, go on.

Introduction.

Sing.

Introduction.

Hey, wait a minute.

I'm gonna let you in on something,
because I have to.

I'm so scared I can't even remember
the first words of the song.

As long as I've told you that,
I might as well tell you the rest.

I'm supposed to sing and dance.

I've had three dancing lessons,

and my legs are so stiff
I can hardly walk.

My singing's a little better,
because I've had four lessons with it,

but it still sounds like four lessons.

I know why you're here,

and you know why I'm here.

I'm just a freak,

and as an entertainer,
I'll probably be the worst flop

that ever hit New York.

But, good or bad,
I'm going to try again.

If I can ever get started.

Is that fair enough?

Nate, you built a smart
routine for that girl, plenty smart.

Yeah, yeah.

That's the stuff.

Oscar, what's the first line of the song?

"My heart sings a serenade."

Oh, yeah, thanks, Oscar.

All right, play.

My heart sings a serenade.

One that...

Oh, it's gone again.

Lifts up in him desire

Oscar, the...

The romance

I forget what comes next,

but it's about music and talking,

and then we kiss in bliss.

I'll have a drink.

I adore you.

And when you hear my creation.

You know, some more singing.

Elation.

That has to be right, it rhymes.

Think this is a cinch.

Just get up and try it sometime

I forget, I've never forgotten
so many words in my life,

but I... I know the finish, I think.

It's, urn...
Something about romance.

I told you.

Dance, dance.

All right, if you can stand for that,
here comes the dance.

All right, play, Oscar.

It's one that you inspire.

Echoing my desires.

A rhapsody of romance.

It's in the music too.

All of the things I say to you.

When we kiss.

My heart madly sinks with bliss

I adore you.

It's not so bad, is it?

And when you hear my creation.

Your heart joins in with all of me.

Oh, mister, you saved my life.

I might've broken my neck.

- Get off his lap.
- Please, Daisy.

Oh, this is all in fun.

- I just happened to...
- I said get off his lap.

Oh, look, if this is too much for you,
why stay?

Why don't you try and put me out?

I'm not here for that,
but, uh, there are... waiter.

Pulling your cheap tricks on me.

It's all right, I think you're great.

- Oscar, where were we?
- I don't know.

Start anywhere,
you can't hurt the dance.

No, I better not do that.

Hello, City Desk?
This is Pete Dawes.

I've got a pip for ya, listen.

Well, there ya are,
I sure gummed that up.

You think so?
They're crazy about you.

- We're set, and we're in the papers again.
- Papers?

- What did I do now?
- What did you do?

You just gave the air to the girlfriend
of Otto Bushe,

the best known playboy in New York.

- Oh, no.
- Watch the papers grab it.

Two front-page names in one story.

Pete,

could you, by any chance,
be living my life for me?

Ohh.

What next, I wonder.

That girl can do more startling things.

You should be startled personally sometime.

I wouldn't mind in the least.

Tell me, is she really
as gorgeous as all this?

- Well, you have no intention of, uh...
- Oh, no intention, just, uh...

Yes, she's something
to think about, all right.

Of course, I didn't see her
in quite that way.

- That was your mistake.
- Right.

What would you do if you were ever
to run across her again?

Just what half the men in America
are trying to do, and like it.

Why not?

You wouldn't mind introducing a pal,
would you?

Hello.

"II —
- Hey," What?

Do you realize
I've hardly seen you in weeks?

Why don't you stick around
once in a while,

just to see if
I'm getting older or something?

I suppose you think I...

Oh, sit down,
you'll wear a path in the rug.

I know it was my idea
to have you step out once in a while,

- but I didn't mean that you...
- It was your idea, all right.

I must be seen in the right places
with the right people, correct?

But, look, I didn't mean all the time.

Fella gets kinda lonesome
sitting around talking to himself.

- What are you doing after the show tonight?
- A date.

The old guy with the 43 creameries.

I suppose you've forgotten
that you introduced me to him.

Oh, call it off, you know,
tell him you're sick,

you had your throat cut or something.

- Why?
- Well...

All right, just you and I tonight.

- Nothing fancy now, just, uh...
- Marie.

- Oui, mademoiselle?
- Phone Mr. Decker

and tell him I'm staying home tonight
with a headache.

Yes, mademoiselle.

We'll leave these here
where you won't forget them.

Where's the butter and salt?

Right on the floor beside you
where you put them.

I'm kinda absentminded.

- Lynn.
- Mm-hm?

I was just thinking...

Oh, why don't you
tear that thing out by the root?

No, it might be one of those people,

you know, "the right people."

Here, hold this,
I'll take care of that call.

Hello? Who's calling?

Mr. Randall?

She's not in.

What?

This is her father.

Papa's getting burned up, huh?

The way those mugs talk,
you'd think they owned ya.

How do you think I feel about it?

Think I asked for this?

No time for myself,
working most of the night,

reporters hounding me all the time.

People expect me to do something crazy
every time I step outside.

Yeah, what happened to your thought
of having me pushed over Niagara Falls

in a kiddie car?

Can't we call the whole thing off?

It was my idea,
and I'm admitting it's wrong.

Ohh.

We could go away some place,
to the mountains maybe,

where you could get some rest,

and then, well...

Oh, Lynn, I know I'm just
a mug with no class,

not even a crease in my pants, but...

You know what I'm trying to say.

Well, how do you feel about it?

Pete, something happened to me,

and I'm not going to be satisfied
until I find out why.

Are you gonna let that guy bother you
all the rest of your life?

I can tell you this
because I know you'll understand.

I feel...

I feel like... like a kid must feel
when somebody he loves

slaps him in the face.

He's hurt, he's angry,

but he still loves.

I thought for a while that
this crazy existence we've been thrown into

might knock that romantic
school-kid heart out of me,

but it hasn't.

Same old Lynn.

Pete, I've got to see him.

Sure you do.

I wonder what would happen if I took
one of those London nightclub offers.

Then, if he really wanted to see me...

You do that and you'll be
camping on the doorstep.

Say, how many times do I have to tell you that
you've developed into a mighty swell dish?

- I'm going to London.
- And what's gonna happen?

You'll see Gray, find out in
ten minutes that he's still a lug,

and come tearing back home.

Well, at least I'd know.

Right, I'm just blabbing.

Sure, you go ahead, and I'll stay here
and sorta keep things rolling.

- Well, you're coming along!
- Me?

Yes, you.

What do you expect to do
while I'm barging around a strange country?

Stay here and write fan letters?

- Oh, Lynn.
- Oh, nothing.

Why the devil anyone should wanna go
all the way to that doggone place,

I don't know.

Yes, gentlemen, Miss David
looks forward with high anticipation

- to her work in London.
- Very good.

Of course, there may be
considerable difficulty

in arranging our daily routine.

Do you have honey here?

- Honey?
- Yes, that stuff from bees.

- Oh, naturally.
- Oh, that's fine,

because Miss David must have
her honey bath every morning.

- Do you mean she actually bathes in it?
- Why not?

- It's the best skin tonic in the world.
- All right, sir.

Telegram for Miss David.

Miss David has quite a system
to keep her in trim

- for appearances at the club intimate.
- Yes?

An exercise known all over America
as the Lynn David method...

- Pardon me, sir, but may I ask a question?
- Why, certainly.

Has Miss David any intention
of seeing Lord Granton?

Well, I, uh... as a matter of fact...

Pete.

You gentlemen have been very nice
and we appreciate it.

Anytime you're around our hotel,
just drop up and make yourselves at home.

- But, my question, sir.
- There's always something on tap,

a shot of scotch,
a swig of sherry, after all,

the place has always been
our greatest friend.

- Good day, gentlemen.
- Good...

I didn't know what to say for a minute.

Out of a clear sky they...

Well, that's great.

- Swell.
- I was afraid for a while.

Ah, I knew he'd pop up.

Oh, wise guy.

I merely mumble.

Something about romance.

Well, here it goes.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Marilyn.

There are so many things
we might explain to each other

about why we did what we did,

but it'd be so much easier
to pretend it never happened.

Wouldn't it?

No.

There's one thing I have to know.

Gray, when you left me,
did you have any intention

of ever coming back?

Why, yes.

I believe you, and that's why
I want to explain what I did.

I don't want explanations, honestly.

You're here,

I'm here.

- Hello there.
- Hello.

- How do you do?
- How are you?

Let's get away from this mob.

- How are you?
- How do you do?

I'll change a little later, Marie,
you can go now.

Merci, madam.

- Thanks for the lovely flowers.
- My pleasure.

- Bonsoir, mademoiselle.
- Goodnight.

You're prettier than ever, aren't you?

I couldn't say.

- Do you mind if I say it?
- No.

Are you glad I said it?

- Yes.
- Then, maybe you wouldn't mind if I said

I loved you as much as ever,
more than ever,

because that's the way I feel.

A man can't help the way he feels.

How about a woman?

Same with a woman, I guess.

Miss David wants to see you, sir,
in her dressing room.

Thanks.

Come in.

How are you?

Oh.

How do you do?

Marilyn.

Coming.

Oh, Pete.

This is Charles Granton.

"Gray" for short.

Gray, this is Peter Dawes.

- Pete.
- Mr. Dawes, we've met.

Oh, that's right,
yes, you have met.

Yes, indeed.

Pete, uh, Mr. Granton and I
are going out for a while.

- You don't mind?
- Why, no, why should I?

I just wanted to let you know.

- Well, see you tomorrow.
- Mm-hm.

Pete's my best friend.

Have a good time.

You lug.

Oh, Pete.

Where are you going?

I didn't want to awaken you.

I was going to leave word downstairs
I'd be back tonight.

Some place with Gray?

Yeah, just a little trip
into the country for a rest.

You know, this is Sunday,
and I don't have to work tonight.

Sure, can I talk to you a minute?

Why, yes, of course.

I'm sailing today.

Sailing?

Why?

Well, I can't express it exactly.

But you've been
going right along so swell,

and I seem to be in the way
more and more.

- That's not true.
- Oh, it is true.

Can't you see that
you've reached a point where,

where I can't help you anymore,

where the best thing for both of us
is for me to bow out in a hurry.

I couldn't stay here without you.

What about Gray?

Don't you intend to
keep on seeing him?

- Yes, but...
- All right.

You know what's gonna happen, I know.

He seems to be a nice guy
and he's crazy about you,

and all of a sudden
you'll be married to him.

That's what's in your heart, isn't it?

- Honestly?
- Mm-hm.

Well, that's all great with me.

I'm glad to see you get what you wanted.

And now that my job's finished,
I'm going home.

Pete.

- Have I hurt you?
- No.

I'm the one that should be asking that.

You'll never be sore, will you, Lynn, about
the crazy way I shoved you into this racket?

- Oh, of course not.
- You know now

that it made certain things possible,

things that couldn't have happened
any other way?

Yeah, I guess it did.

Okay, just tell them at the club
that I got a cable from New York

with some bad news, anything.

Wait, you've definitely
decided to go back?

I can't stop you?

I'll call up Gray and tell him
I'm going down to the boat with you.

Oh, no, no, please,
I'd just rather say goodbye to you here.

- You know how it is.
- Oh, but you're leaving so suddenly.

And look, if things
don't go so well with you...

Oh, but they will, I know they will.

Goodbye, Lynn.

Pete.

So long.

What's the matter?

You've been so quiet all morning.

I know.

- I'm all right now.
- Good.

There you are, sir.

As nice a lunch as ever you wanted, sir.

Thank you, we've been hungry.

Eat while you're young,
that's what I always say.

That's what I always say, too.

You're a lady after my own heart, Miss.
Four and six pence, sir.

Pardon, sir, but have you
followed the high road yet?

Oh, I don't know, we're...

We're just driving wherever
we feel like driving.

- Right?
- Right.

I know, sir, I used to
be that way myself once, sir.

That's why you should
follow the high road.

You drive a bit till you come to the spot
where the stream meets the road.

- Are you interested, sir?
- Oh, yes, go on, go on.

Well, when you come to the spot
where the stream meets the road,

you stop your car.

See the idea, sir?

And you leave your car
and cross the little bridge.

- A little bridge?
- Yes, sir.

There you are,
right on a little island

with a place to sit beneath the tree.

Thirty years ago it was, sir.

Thirty years ago what was?

Thirty years ago
that my wife said she'd marry me

right underneath that tree.

Hugo!

Yes, my love?

Stop your annoying, and take up
that mop where you dropped it!

Yes, my love.

Thirty years ago it was.

Right under that tree.

Perhaps you'd better
take the low road, sir.

He'll take the high road and like it.

- High road it is.
- Yes, sir, you'll...

- ' Hugo!
- Uh' yes' my love';

Your lunch, sir.

- And all of a sudden...
- Cross the little bridge.

Thirty years ago right here.

It must've been funny in a way.

I'd have loved to have seen them.

- Hugo and Lizzie Glutz.
- Glutz?

- Who told you that was her name?
- Oh, it had to be.

I bet she sat right here
where I'm sitting,

and Hugo stood up
because he had on his Sunday trousers.

Maybe Hugo stood up.

Hugo's that sort of a duck.

Probably they didn't talk
for about 10 minutes,

because they'd seen each other
the Sunday before

and nothing had happened
to either of them since then.

All at once, Hugo pulled at his collar,

and he said, "Lizzie,

all I know is that you're gorgeous."

Of course, Lizzie knew
what Hugo was going to say next.

But she wanted to hear him say it.

Marilyn, do you realize
what's happened to you?

You're known all over the world.

Men everywhere have talked about you,
wanted you,

even though they knew that you were
way beyond their reach,

and now those people,
the same persons

who laughed at me
when they thought I'd lost you,

they're going to see
that you belong to me,

that you always did belong to me.

- This ain't private, is it?
- No, don't let me bother you.

"'No' Girl May Say 'Yes."'

Boy, there's a girl
come up from nowhere.

I wonder how much dough
that Englishman's got.

- She doesn't care.
- No?

- How do you figure?
- Oh, it's just my guess.

Maybe so, but a couple of million bucks
comes in handy on a cold winter.

Two million bucks or two cents, it
doesn't make any difference to that girl.

She's got an idea in the back of her head
about what the perfect life should be,

she's not gonna stop hunting
till she finds it.

And I suppose you got this all
straight from her?

You're darn right, and she was sitting
right where you are now.

- Here?
- Yeah.

- With you?
- Yeah.

Well, I think I'll be going.

Popcorn all the way from America.

Mr. Pete must've been drunk.

He knows what he's doing.

You old windmill.

Something wrong, mademoiselle?

No.

I'll answer it.

- Right on the hour.
- Mm-hm.

Is that the reception I get?

I'm tired.

Oh.

You haven't anything arranged
for this afternoon, have you?

Oh, nothing much,
just tea at the Clydes'.

- Oh.
- Oh, they've been hounding me for weeks.

Absolutely dying to get a first-hand view
of the notorious Marilyn David.

We're not going to the Clydes'.

- Oh, why not?
- We're not going, that's all.

That's too bad my friends annoy you.

Gray, we'll have to
decide something right now.

I came to England because I loved you,

and because I thought you still loved me.

But something's wrong.

Something has changed.

Have you ever really forgiven me
for what happened in America?

Oh, I told you
I was as much to blame as you.

Well then, what is it?
Why can't we be satisfied with each other?

Why do you insist on
spending day and night

putting ourselves on display?

Is that the only thrill
you get out of being with me?

Oh, I've been selfish I suppose, but...

Why don't you get away
from the nightclub for a while?

It could be arranged, couldn't it?

- Yes.
- We could go into the country,

some little inn where we could be alone

for about a week.

- "For about a week"?
- Yes.

"Some little inn"?

Why, yes, that wouldn't bother you,
would it?

And then what?

- Well, uh...
- Back to London,

as though we'd never been away,
is that it?

Marilyn, what on Earth do you gain

by constantly adopting this attitude
of an offended schoolgirl?

Here you are, promoted and managed
by an out-and-out blackmailer.

- — Gray!
- Traveling from America to England with him,

yet when I suggest
that we spend the week at an inn,

you'd think that...

Shall I answer it?

Yes. Who?

Photographers
from the American syndicates.

- Photograph...
- You don't want to see them, do you?

- Send them right in.
- Well, we don't wanna see them here.

I'll handle this, you just entertain them
until I'm ready.

- Well, this isn't exactly the place...
- What's wrong?

You want to show the world.

Marilyn.

Marilyn!

So, what's the meaning
of all these pictures?

Well, we have to be prepared
in case of a surprise wedding.

- Wedding?
- Why, sure,

and then our papers
will have honeymoon pictures.

Well, haven't I anything to say about this?

Sure you have.

You can make your statement
after I make mine.

Come on, boys,
bring your cameras in here.

Marilyn, what are you doing?

Ah, you've been playing around
with a celebrity, huh?

And all the time I've been Lizzie Glutz
enough to think you were on the level.

Come on, boys, get some of this.

Now, I'll show you how
this celebrity racket is really worked,

- the way Pete taught me.
- Hold it!

That's a pip,
no matter what you do, surprise me.

Oh, Marilyn, don't, please,
I'll admit it, I was wrong!

Hey, thanks.

It's all right, so you agree finally?

Don't bother because you're right again.

- Ch, but...
- The whole thing's off.

I'm walking out.

Don't pack them, dump them.

Marie, get all that stuff down to the boat
and I'll meet you later.

- Marilyn, please!
- Here, grab this.

- Good.
- Where's the phone?

Right there, and tell your papers
I'm going home to sit on a bench

and eat popcorn.

Maybe he'll show up and maybe he won't,
but if he does,

I'm gonna sit back
and watch the world go by

with the greatest mug on Earth.

Hey!

- Hey, you're practically going backwards.
- What do you want me to do?

Smash my cab for a buck and a quarter?

Oh, don't let a little snow
make a monkey out of ya.

The boat'|| be halfway back to England
before we show up.

- Yes?
- Reporters, Miss David.

Pete?

Marilyn, it's Eddie.

- Marilyn...
- Where's Pete?

Oh, I don't know,
he didn't come out with us.

Marilyn, look, we got time
for a couple of swell pictures.

I even brought along my portrait lens.

Marilyn, look, a portrait lens.

Will you forget the Cook's tour?

I wanna go to Pier 27.

Say, listen you, if you don't like
the way I'm driving, just...

- Hey, stop!
- What's the matter?

Stop!

Popcorn, make it a large one
with lots of butter.

Ten cents, please.

Hey, ten cents, please!

Hey, let me have a dime
for this popcorn, will ya?

- I left my money in my other suit.
- Oh, in your other suit, huh?

- Yeah.
- And what was you gonna use for cab fare?

Well, uh... now, wait a minute,
I can fix this.

- All you gotta do is...
- Ten cents, please!

- He's gonna pay.
- In your other suit, huh?

- I want ten cents!
- You're gonna get your money.

Your other suit, huh?

- I want my ten cents!
- Wait a minute.

In your other suit, huh?

Miss David?

Ship News, is Peter Dawes there?

Pete?

No, ma'am, he never works
on Thursday night.

Thursday night.

Marilyn.

Marilyn, what in the world... Marilyn!

- Miss David!
- Right, I'll tell you where later.

Marilyn, Marilyn,
wave your handkerchief!

42nd and 5th.

Hurry!

Oh, Pete!

Lynn!

Pete, oh!

Oh!

Oh, Pete,
what in the world happened to you?

Ch, I just bought a bag of popcorn.

Well, what's happened to you?
Your clothes.

- Well, I just made a phone call.
- Oh.

Look.

All the way across the Atlantic
and I find that on our bench.

Hey, you.

Remember me?

- Well, yeah.
- Boo!

Boy, this is what I call living.

You old mug,
take off your shoes and kiss me.