All language subtitles for Alimony 1949

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She's in pretty bad shape.

How's her pulse?

It's down to 52.

That's not good.

Have her in surgery in 10 minutes.

Yes, doctor.

Any identification?

Just a name. Kitty Travers. Nothing else.

Okay, we'll start with that.

Kitty Travers? Wait a minute.

Do you know her doctor?

No, but I remember reading about her in

the paper some time ago.

She must have just been released.

Released?

Yes. In prison.

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Hope I'm not putting you

out too much, Mr. Barker.

Guess I shouldn't have come

here asking you about Kate.

I mean Kitty.

That's all right, Mr. Claire.

You know, when I saw her

picture on this piece of music,

I phoned the publisher's office and they

told me where I'd find you.

Oh, cream, sugar?

No, thanks. I take it straight.

Yes, I was just plain lucky seeing this

piece in the window.

Clark told me you wrote it

more than three years ago.

Yes, that was my first published song.

Came near being my last.

And you knew Kate? I mean Kitty then?

Yes. And you were?

You must have met her right after she

packed up and ran away.

Never even left us a note.

Can you say you

haven't heard from her since?

Not a thing.

We were pretty badly broken up

about it, especially my wife.

You see, we lost our son in the war, and

Kitty's all we have left now.

That is all I have left.

My wife, she passed

away about a year ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That's why I'm so anxious to locate Kitty

as she calls herself now,

wherever she is.

Would you like a

cigarette or a cigar, maybe?

Cigar, if you don't mind.

Doctor says I should ease up on smoking,

but I guess one cigar won't hurt.

I don't think that'll do you any harm.

Hope they're still fresh.

No use.

Thank you, Mr. Barker.

Call me Dan, won't you?

All right, Dan.

Why don't you tell me where Kitty is,

instead of making me hint

and beat around the bush?

I haven't seen her for

a long time, Mr. Clann.

Over two years.

Still holding out, ain't you?

Look, son, maybe you

think I'm a prime old man,

but you must have been

often close to my daughter.

What makes you say that?

You wrote a song for her.

How come?

It all began back in Mrs.

Nesbitt's rooming house.

At that time, I was in love with a girl

who was staying there.

Kitty?

No, it wasn't Kitty. It was Linda.

She was a cashier in a restaurant.

Used to work until three

o'clock in the morning.

When she came home at night, she usually

found me at the piano

because I was busy trying to run.

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Hello, Dan.

Oh, hello, darling.

Don't tell me it's three o'clock already.

It's 3.15.

Gee.

Did you finish the

song in the second act?

Yes, I did, believe it or not.

It turned out pretty well.

You want to hear it?

Mm-hmm.

Listen.

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Keep it down.

All right, all right.

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You are all a world to

me, and the heavens do.

What the future holds

for me, I can find in you.

Like a lighthouse on the

sea, you're my promised land.

As I mark the march of time, you're my

footprints in the sea.

Since I won your heart,

I've been beaming with pride,

never more to pull, never side by side.

You are all a world to

me, all a world I've known.

When I hold you in my

arms, then the world is old.

Well, what's the verdict?

I like it.

There's a lot of warmth and tenderness.

So will you, darling.

I hope this show will

be your big break, Dan.

I hope so.

You make the grade.

I know it.

Well, all we need is

a little luck, honey.

Gee, I'm tired, and I've got an earlier

point with the dentist.

Are you going to work some more?

Oh, sure.

I've got to get started on

that second act from Ollie.

Good night, then.

Good night, darling.

Dan Barker.

For goodness sake, why

aren't you in your bed?

Oh, it was an hazardous.

What time is it?

Nearly seven.

All the others are getting up now,

getting ready for work.

Well, what do you think

I've been doing all night?

Oh, I know.

I know.

Composing.

But what does it get you?

Well, I'm going to get a break.

You'll see.

I can feel it coming now any day.

And the first thing I'm

going to do is get some money.

Uh-huh.

You're going to pay your board.

Dan, why don't you come down to Earth?

Why didn't you stick to selling shoes?

People can't do without shoes, but they

can fiddle without your tunes.

Now, don't say that.

Two or later, everybody

has to pay the fiddler.

Well, then the fiddler pays me.

I pay you, and there we are.

Yeah, but just now we aren't anywhere to

bed with you and get some sleep.

Get, get, get.

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What will Jim say when he learns that

Norma has married for money when she

could have found love?

Who cares?

It's seven o'clock in the morning.

[bell ringing]

Good morning.

Good morning. What can I

do for you, young lady?

I'd like to see Mrs. Nesbitt.

Well, you're looking at her.

I wrote you about her room. Helen Drake

recommended your place to me.

Oh, of course. Come right in.

So you're Kate Clinger?

No, not anymore.

Let that name in

Pleasant Prairie, Minnesota.

J's is a kitty traveler's for

professional reasons.

Oh, you've got a profession?

Well, not yet exactly, but I hope to

have. Helen wrote me not

to worry about a thing.

Let's hope she's right. When I came to

the city 30 years ago, I knew exactly

this was what I was going to do.

Oh, excuse me.

Now what?

I left my cigarettes on the piano.

Well, all right, but don't you be smoking

in bed and burning the house down.

I'll be down before breakfast.

All right. What was that?

That was Dan Barker.

Rights music for no money so far.

Works all night, and in the morning he's

too sleepy to know

what he's doing or saying.

Yeah, I could see

that. Now about the rent.

I know. It's $28 a week, including

breakfast and dinner.

That's right. I've got

the receipt all made out.

Oh, that's fine.

It's payable in the back.

I'll have to get to a

bank first, open an account.

Well, there's a bank

right in the next block.

But it wouldn't be open yet.

Well, come along.

I'll show you your room.

Breakfast is a date.

Oh, yes, I think I did.

I can't quite think of a mind about this.

The credit was very good.

Folks, this is Kitty Travers,

just flew in from Minnesota.

This is Mr. Dumont.

Miss Travers, it's a pleasure.

And I assure you--

Mrs. Cosgrove, Irving Miller, Mary

Simpson, and this is Linda Waring.

Hello. Welcome to the family.

Thanks.

This will be your place, Kitty.

So you come from the

Middle West, Miss Travers?

Yes.

Did you have a nice trip?

Yes.

A young, beautiful girl like

you has to be very careful.

There's so many fools around.

Young wolves I like.

And the old ones don't scare me.

Morning, everybody.

Morning, sweetheart.

Morning, Dan.

You look tired this morning.

Oh, Mr. Barford, I love that

tangle you played last night.

It was a waltz.

Oh, it was so

relaxing, it put me to sleep.

Well, thanks for the compliment.

Mr. Jefferson.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

I'm Dan Barker.

Thank you so much for

noticing me, Mr. Barker.

I'm Kitty Travers.

And I'll have a piece of toast.

Look over time.

Would you mind passing

the cream, Mr. Baker?

The cream, certainly.

I hate to bother you, Mr. Baker.

And Barker.

Mr. Barker.

He's only half awake.

I wanted the cream, if you don't mind.

Oh, not at all, not at all.

I'll get it for you.

Oh, the cream.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Miss--

Travers.

Travers.

All he thinks about is his music.

Well, I think I shall look in tomorrow.

I'll just think of it.

Bye, darling.

Goodbye, Linda.

Endicott 043896.

Miss who?

Kate Clinger.

Did nobody hear by that name?

Wait.

It's for me.

Oh, hold it.

It's a Clinger.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Helen.

Yes, I got in a six.

I'd have called you, but I

didn't think you'd be up yet.

Hold it a minute, Helen.

Do you mind stopping your concert for

just a minute, Mr. Baker?

Barker.

Baker or Barker, I still can't hear.

Sorry?

Hello, Helen.

Now that that noise is

stopped, what will you say?

Sure.

Sure, I'll be there soon

as a taxi can bring me.

Mm-hmm.

Bye.

They fit perfectly, Helen.

They're like new.

I haven't worn them half a dozen times.

You can have these too.

Shoes are very important.

Some men pay more attention to shoes than

to the dresses a girl wears.

Let's see.

You'll need some smart outfits.

I told Bob Lacey so much about your

figure, how elegant you are.

Really gave you quite a build-up.

Try this.

You have a date to be

in Lacey's studio at 11.

I hope you explain that I've never worked

for a commercial photographer.

I did not.

There's much to it.

I can teach you all I know about it, and

I've done all right.

You certainly have.

Modeling's done you a lot of good.

Not the modeling, honey.

The alimony.

Nice gentleman saw my

picture in a fashion magazine.

You were married?

And divorced.

My lawyer, Britt Krail, got me the

divorce and a nice alimony.

Now I don't have a thing to worry about,

except collecting it.

Maybe a little tightening about here.

The only modeling I do now is for fun.

It's pin money for me.

How soon do you think

I can earn some money?

You broke?

Completely.

I'll let you have a few dollars.

Thanks.

Let's see.

You'll need this bathing outfit too.

Standard equipment for models.

Over here, Miss Kitty.

Now here's what I want to show.

You feel like a million dollars because

you're wearing a swan's and outfit.

Your boyfriend has just left to get you a

Coke and a hamburger.

He looks back, and you wave at him.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Got it?

Yes, I guess I can.

I'll try.

Take your wrap off.

And sit on the arm of the chair.

And wait.

I wish you could see

yourself stiff as a board.

How Helen Drake could call you a

sensational model, I'll never know.

Well, if you just let

me, don't interrupt.

Don't give me that frozen smile.

Loosen now.

Let me see just one little reaction.

Now wait.

Naturally.

No, I said naturally.

Give me something.

Now wave.

Naturally, Mr. Lacy.

- Where's what's up?

- I'm glad to see him.

- We'll talk about

it. - Sure. Come on in.

Thank you.

This is Mike Hadley, a private detective.

We have to change the combination.

- Nice meeting you,

Mr. Hadley. - Likewise.

Sit down.

This is the present of

the Ajax detective agency.

- Medical investigations

and a specialty. - I get it.

I need you, honey. I need you badly.

It's a Donovan divorce case.

We've got everything set up for tonight.

The hotel room, the

photographer, and Mike here.

But the gal we were going to

use taking a run-out powder.

Now, Mrs. Donovan's

willing to pay plenty.

- I thought that

perhaps-- - Hold everything, Bert.

You know, I don't remember

that sort of stuff anymore.

Won't you say anything about you?

I thought perhaps you

might think of a girlfriend

that'd like to pick up a

quick 250 bucks tonight.

No, not offhand.

Why come to me?

You know more people than I do.

- Hi. - What happened to you?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Excuse me a minute.

Come on, darling. Tell me all.

My modeling career just

went right out the window.

Lacey nagged me to distraction and then

tried to manhandle me.

- Then what? - I slugged him.

Oh, you really fixed

things good, didn't you?

Mm-hmm. Well, if

you'll just let me bus fare,

I'll go back to Minnesota and

forget all about everything.

Don't take it so hard.

Something else will turn up.

In fact, something else has turned up.

Darling, I won't have to lend you a dime.

Your big break is right out

there in my living room now.

How would you like to

earn $250 for an hour's work?

What am I supposed to do, kill somebody?

You see. Come on.

Kitty, I want you to

meet my lawyer, Bert Creel.

- This is Mr. Hadley. - What?

Kitty Travis. Kitty

would like to work with us.

- What kind of work? -

Just a little legal charge.

Almost the same as modeling. Only you

don't have to get your face and a camera.

All right.

- Who is it? - Mr. Donovan.

- Miss Harper? - Yes. Come in, please.

You can't believe it, Mr. Donovan.

I understand that you have some startling

information about my wife.

I have. Believe me, I have.

Kiss me, darling.

What's the meaning of this?

The judge will ask you that same question

in court, Mr. Donovan.

This is terrible.

Look, Mr. Clinger, maybe you'd rather not

hear the rest of it.

I want to hear the truth. All of it.

Okay. Well, I didn't see a lot of Kitty.

At first, Joe Wood, that's my agent, had

just submitted my

musical show to a producer.

And I was waiting to hear from Joe.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello? Who?

No, there's no Joe Wood here.

- Oh, you're Joe Wood. - Yes, that's me.

I want to speak to Dan Barker.

Mr. Barker's not in.

Mrs. Kitty traversed

me. I take a message.

Hmm. It's Linda there.

Oh, oh.

Miss Travers, tell Danny

Boyd that his show is in a bag,

and he'll be sooner rolling in money.

Yes.

Erwin Fisher is all

set to sign the contract.

And, and, and Miss Travers, tell Danny to

be in my office not one

minute later than five o'clock.

Yes, I'll be sure to tell

him when he comes in, Mr. Wood.

Bye.

Hello. Hello, Mr. Wood?

Oh, Mr. Barker.

- You're just a second

too late. - For what?

Excuse my informal attire. I jumped out

of the tub to answer the phone.

Your agent called. He

said your show's in the bag.

- You sure you heard right? - Yes.

He said a producer named

Fisher is ready to sign.

Mr. Wood wants you to come

and see him at five o'clock.

- Oh. - So what's the matter?

Don't you like being a success?

- Oh, sure. - Think

of all that nice money.

Well, after all, nothing's final yet.

That's enough good news for one day.

Now, if I were you, I'd go

out tonight and celebrate.

To begin with, I'd get

myself a wonderful dinner.

Steak, three inches thick.

Then I'd go dancing.

Forget all about work.

Oh, Linda works every

night, you know that.

Now come, Mr. Dan Barker.

Don't tell me a nice guy like you can't

find a girl to go out with.

Then I suppose it's none of my business.

I guess I'm just a dreamer.

But if I were you, I'd be dreaming about

a nice cozy penthouse,

a big Cadillac convertible, and a yacht.

You know, I'd love to go fishing just

once on a nice clean yacht.

Well, you're more than

welcome to come along on my yacht.

Well, to get along on

those things, I just a dream.

That's how dreams are made.

Maybe I could help you write more

musicals or a hit song.

I could be your, um...

- Inspiration? - Yes. Your inspiration.

Whenever you had an

opening of a new show,

I'd be sitting in a box in a gorgeous

evening down in Wish.

Hard. And then your show would turn out

to be a big success.

You know, I have a lucky

star and get everything I wish.

Would you believe that, Dan?

Yes, Kitty. I would.

You know, it's funny. I think I'm

actually seeing you for the first time.

Do you like what you see?

I said no, I'd be lying.

It takes courage to say that to a girl

who's just washed her hair.

You're sweet.

Hard to give me a glance.

Sometimes one glance is enough.

I'll never forget the

first time I saw you.

Your hair all must up.

You were cute.

Fact is, I liked you

from that very first day.

Of course, up to now, I had no response.

- What? The fella doesn't know. - What?

Good one.

You know a lot about music, Dan Barker.

But you know very little about women.

Dan has been wonderful.

I stopped by Joe's office and

he told me all about the show.

Yeah, it's the break

I've been waiting for.

- You got a cigarette

on you, honey? - Sure.

Thank you.

- Well, now I can really begin planning

things. - Oh, yes, Dan.

It's been nice here and

Mrs. Nesbitt's been swirled.

You know that new

apartment building up the street?

- You mean the one with the balconies

around us? - That's the one. Yeah.

And I'm fed up with buses and streetcars.

That blue convertible we

were looking at the other day.

- Dan, that was a Cadillac. - Also, what?

I'm not going to write

just one musical show.

Dan, a Cadillac.

That's a long way off here.

Well, first you need

some new shirts, a new suit.

- Oh, let's be

practical, darling. - Practical.

It's all I ever hear. Be practical.

I'm an artist, Linda. I can't be

practical all the time.

No, I got to run. I have to

meet Joe at five. I'll see you.

And then I said, "Listen, gentlemen,

even if it is his first show, he doesn't

have to sell it for peanuts.

He's not interested in

non-minimum royalties

because I, Joe Wood,

won't let him be interested.

And if you don't like our

terms, it's just too bad.

Look, Joe, aren't we

being a little brave?

After all, they might

get sore and lose interest.

Now, how do you like that? You think

Joe's an income pop?

Income poop.

Oh, right. All right. Poop pop.

But we've got plenty of

reasons to be brave. Plenty.

Look here. This is

strictly inside, though.

Erwin Fisher has signed Mary

Fulton for the lead. Get it?

Yeah.

And Mary Fulton has the

right to OK the show. Right?

Yeah, that still doesn't mean she will.

Ah-ha. So what do you know?

Mary Fulton has declared, I quote,

"Either I play Marie in Dunbar's show or

nothing at all." Unquote.

Joe, is that on the level?

Is that on the level?

Sit down, Sonny Fulton.

No. Danny, I don't tell fairy tales.

I know it from Middle

East. She's Erwin's secretary.

It cost me a couple of pounds of candies,

just because of the marshmallow inside.

Three-fifths, you didn't do the

investment, but it was worth it.

Where are you, Sonny Boy?

All you have to do is sign right here.

I can't believe it.

I still wish we had Fisher's signature.

Danny, please let me do the wording.

He will come crawling, begging me,

please, to let him sign.

Greetings, darling.

Hiya. What are you bubbling over about?

Sit down, dish me the dirt.

Remember the voice of warning, Alice, I

was telling you about?

You want to write some music?

Uh-huh. I think I'm going to marry him.

But you said he's broke.

Yes, but right now he's

teetering on the brink of success,

and I'm going to push him over.

The musical show he's been slaving over

is going to be produced on Broadway.

No. Has he proposed?

No, but he will, and very soon. Of

course, he doesn't know it yet.

But he's taking me out tonight.

You seem to remember you mentioned a girl

he was going to marry.

How come he isn't taking her out?

She's working late.

You know, the sense of duty type.

You really in love with the guy?

I think so.

Who is he taking you tonight?

I don't know.

Why can't we celebrate here?

You could serve him a home cooked dinner.

I'll even lend you a gingham apron to

complete the allusion.

Songwriters are

pushovers for gingham girls.

Well, that's sweet of you, but I sort of

had an idea I'd like

to be alone with him.

Okay. I'll go see a movie.

Thanks, Helen. You're a real friend.

Always glad to smooth

the path of true love.

Here's another little tip.

After the gingham apron routine, don't

let him help you do the dishes.

Men don't like it, even

though they pretend to.

Turn the record player and relax.

That's soft light, sweet music stuff.

It never fails.

So I heard.

Come on.

Mrs. Nesbitt?

Mrs. Nesbitt, let me

speak to Dan, please.

Celebrating?

He should be

celebrating in a time like this.

Where is he? Where did

he end up in the gold?

I don't know where he went, and he didn't

take Linda with him.

He took Kitty Travers.

He's celebrating without Linda. Why?

How should I know?

This isn't information, please.

You want me to tell Dan something?

Yes. I didn't know. I'll tell him myself.

He hasn't called me

in the morning. Please.

Celebrating.

I can help you with the dishes.

Oh, no you don't, darling. Relax.

I don't like a man doing a woman's work.

Anyway, this evening's

much too short to waste.

I'll be back in a jiffy.

This is your 8 o'clock weather report.

Hudson River Valley, north of Prokipse,

overcast with slight

ground fog for early morning.

Clearing towards Lakewood, whether in the Catskills, fair and warmer

as the day progresses.

You could have picked a

more comfortable place to sit.

Probably will rain tomorrow evening.

Why don't you come over here?

You know, you baffle me.

I do? Yes, and I hate being here. Come here. I want to show you something.

Look at that face.

What's wrong with it?

Everything, Mr. Sober's size.

This is your night to

howl. Let yourself go.

And look at you.

I'm sorry. It's the only face I've got.

Ed, it's a very nice face, too.

When you don't look like you were carrying all of the world's problems on your shoulder.

I'm sorry. It's the only face I've got. Ed, it's a very nice face, too. You're carrying all of the world's

problems on your shoulder.

But like you were afraid of someone.

Close your eyes a minute.

What for?

I want to see what you look like when

your eyes aren't sad

like a conqueror's spaniel.

Go ahead. Close them.

What are you laughing at?

You're funny. You have no idea.

Still funny?

No, darling.

Good night, Dan.

Yes, it's almost one. You

must be dead tired, darling.

I'll see you at breakfast in the morning.

Dan, do you have to tell Linda tonight?

I'm going to make a

clean breast of it now.

Couldn't you tell her tomorrow?

I think it's better like this.

But you might change your mind overnight.

Not a chance.

Good night, sweetheart.

Good night, Dan.

Dreams are made of honest recollection.

Tears and sighs that

come of deep affection.

The hopes and schemes

that never, never fade.

That's how dreams are made.

That's very nice.

What's the matter? Did I fight in you?

No. Why?

You practically jumped out of your skin

when I spoke to you.

Um, Linda, sit down a minute, will you?

There's something I've

been wanting to tell you.

Yes, Dan.

I, uh...

I've been thinking a lot

about you lately, Linda.

About us.

And I've made a decision.

I regret it someday,

but I made up my mind.

Dan, you make it sound like such a dangerous adventure.

I don't think either of us will ever regret it. No, I don't think so. I don't think so. I don't think we'd be a good team.

Of course, we'll always be friends.

Good friends.

Friends.

Always good friends.

That means it's all over.

Believe me, Linda, it's the

best thing for both of us.

It's just...

Don't say any more, Dan.

Always been on the line. I'm not going to say any more. I'm
not going to say any more. I'm not going to say any more. Oh, Dan.

Always been honest with me.

Let's keep it that way.

I see.

But not Dan.

Oh, Linda.

Wait a minute.

Don't just...

[music]

Good morning, Gertrude.

How are you, beautiful?

Let's come over here.

Nothing. Just happy?

Some people get happy

about the strangest thing.

Well, shouldn't a guy be happy when he's

going to marry the most

wonderful girl in the world?

But you and Linda are

going to get hitched.

No, not Linda.

Her name's Kitty Travers,

and she's really something.

She must be.

To break up you and

Linda after all these years.

Oh, Linda's a grand girl. I'll always

think the world of her.

We've known each other ever since we were

kids, but Kitty's different.

She can really inspire me to...

You're going to need a

lot of inspiration, Dan.

Well, that's no way to talk to a guy

who's sitting on top of the world.

Boy, am I hot.

Last night I wrote the

greatest song ever put on paper.

Take a look at that.

Sure, sure.

Sit down in that chair, Dan.

I got to cool you off much as I hate to.

I would rather lose my

ride on than tell you this.

Dan, my whole deal is off.

What?

I don't get it.

Mary Fulton cracked up in her car and

won't be out of the hospital for months.

Karen tried to sign up normally, Houston,

but she's tied up, so...

...everyone's not going to

stage the show this year.

All my work for nothing.

All my plans.

Now, let's not lose our heads.

Let's talk it over, and

maybe we can think of something.

Some other time, Joe.

I'll call you, maybe tomorrow.

Bye, Dan.

Garrett.

Garrett did.

Yeah?

Hold old calls, and I don't

want to see anybody either.

Kitty.

That's how dreams are made.

[humming]

Garrett, get me a pole of Ricardo.

Yes, of course.

[music playing]

Hmm.

Yeah?

Pretty much.

Hello, Paul?

Paul, I got a read for you.

A great song.

Yeah, yeah, hold on to it.

Hold it.

Listen to me.

Dreams are made of fondest recollection.

Tears and sigh that

come from deep affection.

The hopes and schemes

that never, never fade.

That's how dreams are made.

Isn't that a beautiful phrase, Paul?

That's how dreams are made.

Hearts that beat in sweet anticipation.

With the dawn, you

greet the whole creation.

You feel their real, the

things for which you pray.

That's how dreams are made.

Wait, wait.

Have patience.

Oh, don't talk to me like that, Kitty.

All my life I've waited,

and where's it gotten me?

I'm fed up with it.

Kitty, only last night--

Last night we had a

future to look forward to.

What have we got today?

One little setback.

That doesn't need to end everything.

You told me you loved me.

All right, I told you.

So I made a mistake.

Let's forget the whole

thing and call it quits.

You'll probably be a lot

better off with Linda anyway.

Maybe she likes being poor

and worrying all the time.

I don't.

Okay, okay.

So I made a mistake too.

That song I wrote for you, I'll burn it.

I'll never want that one published.

Don't worry.

It hasn't got a chance.

Publishers aren't that stupid.

That doesn't sound like my daughter.

Well, anyway, she knocked me right off my

little pink cloud that night.

I was left of it.

And when I came down to her, only one

thing seemed important.

I had to get Linda back.

Linda.

Yes?

Do you have a minute?

Yes.

I'd like to talk to you.

What is there to talk about?

I know I haven't any right to ask you

this, but you think you

could forgive a guy like me?

Don't you realize how much you hurt me?

Yes, and I feel awful about it.

But you've got to forgive me, Linda.

Please.

Oh, damn.

[music]

Your just heard kitty, That's How Dreams

Are Made, which is leading our parade of

favorites for the sixth consecutive week.

That puts the name of Dan Barker right

among the year's most

successful songwriters.

And now for our sponsor.

How do you like that, Dan Barker?

He must be making a

fortune with that song.

You were silly to get

in the brush off so fast.

I only gave Linda the green light.

Now she's cashing in instead of you.

Mrs. Linda Barker and Mrs. Kitty Barker.

What burns me up, he owes

all of his success to me.

I gave him the idea for

the words and the music.

And what am I getting out of it?

Nothing.

But your own fault, honey.

You had all the trump cards.

Could have had a more pleasant life than

staying here with me and doing those

occasional modeling jobs.

I wonder what would happen if the

publishers knew I was

Dan's inspiration girl.

Hey, that might be interesting.

Take a good look at me.

I might even be the next Mrs. Dan Barker.

This was the beginning.

When Kitty went to the publisher, he

insisted that her

picture be on all the music.

He claimed it would sell more copies.

And did it?

Yes, I guess so. That's what Dan says.

And since then, all I hear, all I read is

Kitty, Kitty, Kitty.

Interviews, Dan and Kitty.

Photographs, Kitty

admiring Dan, Dan adoring Kitty.

Radio shows, public appearances.

They have to go out together.

They have to travel together.

All for the sake of business.

And tonight, there...

Did you see the papers?

You mean that shindig at the 400 Club?

Yes, with Kitty Travis to

sing and Dan at the piano.

Oh, my miss, but I'm losing, Dan.

Now, now, maybe it's not that bad.

After all, Dan should

have learned his lesson.

You're afraid he hasn't.

We were so happy.

The way I always dreamed it would be.

Dan was so sweet.

We were making plans for the future.

Didn't realize then that all this was

made possible through

the success of that song.

A song that I'd lost a girl who took Dan

away from me once before.

Oh, that Kitty Travis is a no good.

So and so.

Maybe I have too much pride, but this

business with Kitty has

reached a point where I...

I have to make a decision.

You're not going to leave Dan.

Perhaps I should before he leaves me.

Now, you listen to me, Linda Barker.

You're not going to run out on Dan and

leave that sheep higher at a clear field.

What's the trouble

with marriage nowadays?

Too many women are ready to run at the

first sign of trouble.

It's all wrong.

You love Dan, don't you?

No, I do not, is it?

But then you're staying right here

because if he's worth

loving, he's worth fighting for.

But what can I do?

I'm going to have a baby.

But Linda, that's

wonderful. Wait till Dan hears.

I'm not going to tell him I can't.

I don't want to win him back that way.

Well, there ought to be some way of

bringing Dan to his senses.

Say, it's 10 o'clock. Let's get that

night club on the radio.

Oh, I'd rather not. I don't...

Oh, don't be silly. Turn it on.

Thank you. Thank you,

ladies and gentlemen.

And now, as the cannibal chief said to

us, "Cook, whom are we

having for dinner tonight?"

Well, I see you all know the tune. So

meet the composer, Dan Barker.

And the lovely lady who inspired him to

write the song, Miss Kitty Travis.

They're applauding the hussy.

Some inspiration if I may say so without

getting my face slapped.

It's a wonder the guy

didn't write a new wedding march.

Here she is now, ladies and gentlemen,

Miss Kitty Travis, the

inspiration girl in person,

singing America's number one hit tune on

the parade of favorites, Kitty.

That's how dreams are made.

Travis?

That's how dreams are made.

Ask that bee in sweet anticipation.

With a dog you greet the whole creation.

You feel the real, the

things for which you prayed.

That's how dreams are made.

And slumber you can

number the joys in store.

You borrow from the morrow in dreams.

Recalling parting kisses

last night at the door.

And now you yearn for more.

Thank you, Miss Travis,

and thank you, Dan Parker.

And now could you tell us something about

your plans for the future?

Well, we're supposed to...

We're leaving on a two-month tour,

personal appearances in

the theaters and night clubs.

I'm sure we're both

going to enjoy it very much.

And after that?

That depends on Dan.

Well, I expect to write more songs that

will depend, of

course, on my inspiration.

Don't worry, darling. I'll

do my best to inspire you.

Well, are you going to

take that without a struggle?

No. I'm going to fight for

Dan. I'm going to fight hard.

Linda did fight hard. She did everything

to dissuade me, but I

was crazy about Kitty.

So when we went on tour, I put all the

bills and paid Kitty a liberal salary as

my inspiration girl.

The tour didn't make much money, though,

and the royalties on my

one-hit tune soon began to dwindle.

What about your wife?

Did you ever hear from her?

Oh, yes. Linda wrote me

regularly all the time I was on tour.

Did you ever mention Kitty?

No. Never a word about Kitty.

Smart girl, your wife?

Very smart. I didn't

realize it at the time, though.

I didn't realize just how broke I was

either until I got back

and went to Joe's office.

Bills, bills, more bills. Maybe you

should change your name to Bill Barker.

Tell me something. Have you

an income I don't know about?

Well, I guess I did

spend a lot, didn't I?

Like a Texas oil millionaire. Only more.

So I'll write another hit, and you'll

feel better about the whole thing.

I'll feel better if you write just half a

hit. Tell me, how's Linda?

Oh, I am. I don't know, Joe. I haven't

seen her. I'm not living at home.

I'm not living at home. Don't tell me.

No, no, that couldn't be. Give up a swell

girl like Linda for that inspiration day.

My personal life is

none of your business, Joe.

Don't say that, son of a boy. My business

got plenty to do with your personal life.

Obviously when things get so personal

that you don't write no more songs,

and I don't collect no more 10%, I'm

collecting our bills.

And you didn't got no

money to pay them with.

Maybe you got a

suggestion about to do about them.

And I don't mean

throwing them in a wastebasket.

I told you I'd write another

hit, so stop worrying with me.

Then write it before the

tenth of the month, please.

It will make your creditors very happy.

Inspiration, Joe.

So you've come to plead for

the return of your husband.

You're wrong, Kitty. I'm not pleading.

I merely came to tell you

that you can't have Dan.

What makes you think I can't?

I know him. Much better than you do. Much

better than he knows himself.

Dan's a dreamer. All artists are.

And infatuation isn't love.

I suppose he loves you.

Yes, he does.

Joe, that's the reason he's been

showering me with presents.

I know all about that.

I hardly think

there'll be any more presents.

What do you mean?

Did you ever try to buy

a present with a dream?

Dan is broke, Kitty.

He hasn't anything to offer you anymore.

So you have nothing to offer him.

Nothing to offer? Well, I like that.

Who inspired him to write the only song

that ever made a nickel for him?

Answer that one, Mrs. Barker.

You did.

But he wrote a song for me

before he knew you even existed.

A song about real things.

A song you could never inspire.

That's how I know Dan

will be coming back to me.

Goodbye, Kitty.

Coming back to you.

That's a laugh, a big laugh.

Let me tell you something.

And while I was working, Kitty went out a

lot with Helen, that lawyer, Crayle.

I must have been blind.

I didn't even think anything of it when I

saw this picture in the newspaper.

The man with her here is George Griswold.

He made millions building bridges.

Here they are together at the 400 Club.

[Music]

What do you think

Blayman, where's Mo's eye?

You ask me, he's

about ready to be hooked.

I don't have to ask you.

I can do that for myself.

Don't we have a little added

schedule? What do you mean?

Kitty hasn't broken a thing with Dan yet.

Don't you worry about her.

She'll get rid of that broken down

songwriter without a struggle.

Mr. Mary Griswold, after a few boring

months, get a divorce.

A billion dollars,

Alumny, and I'll get my cut.

And I'll get mine. Don't forget.

I arranged for her to meet Griswold.

I think if I were you, I'd stop fretting

about this deal and

start worrying about myself.

Meaning what?

Well, I must tell you,

today is waiting for tomorrow.

You've picked up your

last Alumny check, Helen.

What?

You're a great joker, Bert.

You're joking?

Your ex-husband came to my office a few

hours ago with his attorney.

Seems that the business goes into a

receive-a-ship tomorrow.

There'll be no more money for you, Helen.

He can't do better than me.

He's doing it?

Listen, you're my lawyer.

You've got to make him pay.

Did you ever hear the old expression,

"You can't squeeze

blood out of a tenant"?

I can send him to jail, can't I?

Possibly. Not probable.

You'd judge yourself a nasty habit of

listening to both sides of the story.

Of course, if you do send him to jail,

you can always elect the $30 a month to

pay him the work he does.

$30 a month?

Spend more than that on cosmetics.

What am I going to do?

Well, you can go back to modeling, you're

familiar with that work.

Of course, it's not as much fun as

picking up Alumny checks,

but at least it's the living.

You listen to me, Bert, really good.

Here they come.

Well, folks, if you enjoy your dance.

My dad, I don't know about Mr. Griswold.

George.

Why shouldn't he? George is an expert.

Thank you.

I must admit, I know

good wine when I taste it.

And a lovely lady when I dance with her.

Well, at least it's more

interesting than building bridges.

Let's say it's different.

I think building

bridges is very interesting.

George told me a lot about it.

Right now, I'm more interested in

building a bridge to a

fascinating friendship.

Asking you for the last time, Kitty,

where have you been?

I hope it's the last time because the

answer's still the same.

It's none of your business.

You're not my husband, fortunately.

Oh, don't talk to me like that, Kitty.

I know I've been neglecting you lately,

but that's because I've been working.

Sure, and what's it

getting you? Absolutely nothing.

I'll write another hit.

Plenty of hits.

There's a good chance now

that the show may go on.

Why, kid, yourself, Dan.

You wrote one song and

it made a little money.

But you haven't written anything since.

Thank you.

You're through. You're all

washed up. You're a has-in.

Stuff that kind of talk with you.

Stop being dramatic.

It doesn't impress me.

And besides, I won't

take orders from you.

It's awfully late. Why

don't you run along home?

It's your wife, maybe,

if she'll take you back.

You're trying to tell me where through?

That's the general idea.

Do you mind telling me why?

You're right back where

you were when I met you.

You were broke, didn't have a dime, and

you never would have if

it hadn't been for me.

Let's just say it was

fun and leave it at that.

I have other plans.

Oh.

And I suppose your other

plans include this Mr. Griswold.

And why not?

Yeah.

I guess he is the guy for you.

You're so right.

You know, Sonny Boy, there comes a time

in the life of every agent

when he has to tell the truth.

Even if it hurts me.

There's appointments I'm used to for

years because once I

booked Warrival Acts,

but you are the

biggest flop I ever handled.

And I handled some terrific flops,

including a troop of tightrope walkers

that were drunk every night.

Go ahead, Joe. Pour it on.

Are you saying he

ain't got it coming to you?

No.

I see nothing. Fine girl

like Linda. And for what?

Well, everything's over between Kitty and

me. You know that, Joe.

It sure is, but what about Linda?

I don't think that she can live on air.

Isn't she working?

No. She's been depending

on the money you sent her.

I haven't been able to send her any since

the royals stopped coming in.

The royals stopped, but the money didn't.

You've been sending her money?

Some people have to eat.

Thanks, Joe.

Yes, Gertrude?

Don Anderson is here to see you.

Oh. I'll be right out.

Don't go away. I've got

plenty more to say to you.

Hello, Dan.

Thank you, Linda.

Won't you come back?

You have me.

[music]

[singing]

Nice little piggy.

Nothing great, nothing like Kitty.

I mean, that other song.

But it will make some money.

You know, Papa, being here tonight gives

me a big regret that I never got married.

I should have had a

couple of kids, maybe.

Kitty, I'm the agency.

It's gone.

Dan, I insist that you

dedicate the lullaby to our son.

What do you think?

Promise?

Promise.

And here's another promise.

Whatever money comes from the lullaby is

going into a bank account for Dan Jr.

And with the first money

that comes from the show,

I'm going to buy a really nice diamond

ring for you, darling.

What's wrong with this one?

Nothing.

It's just a little, little, isn't it?

I had it appraised.

It must have cost George at least $5,000.

Nice little anniversary gift, I must say.

Wish I had a set up like this.

Tell me, how does it feel being married

to $40 million and 60

years of young manhood?

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

Speaking of anniversary, Kitty, perhaps

today would be a good day

for us to talk business.

What business?

A little agreement, remember?

I didn't expect you to stay married to

Griswold as long as this.

Perhaps you'd better stop by my office

tomorrow and we'll discuss

the details of your divorce.

I'm sorry, Bert, but I've

decided not to divorce him.

Well, that's an interesting decision.

Why?

George is kind to me.

He gives me everything

I want without question.

He pamphlets me all the time.

I've grown quite fond of him.

In fact, I think I love him.

Oh, how touchy.

Now, how unfortunate that you'll have so

many nasty things to

say to him in the court.

I told you just a minute ago

that I'm not divorcing George.

It won't take me more than a

minute to change your mind.

Nothing you can say will change my mind.

You think I'm giving up $40 million for

my share of a million? You're crazy.

But you promised us to shut up.

You shut up.

I want you to leave, both of you, before

I call the butler and

have you thrown out.

Okay, Helen, come on.

But the grand lady's

bored with our presents.

I'll telephone your old landlady, Ma

Nesbit, and tell her that

you'll be coming home soon.

Come on.

Wait.

What are you going to do?

Well, it's not what I'm going to do.

It's what your beloved husband will do.

He won't be very happy when he finds out

that you marry him

with fraudulent intent,

and that on occasions you're not above

helping out in framed-up divorce cases.

Of course, if he loves you madly, he may

forget and forgive, but I doubt that.

He'll probably divorce you very quietly,

and you won't get any

alimony, not a cent.

All right, Bert, you win.

No. No, you're being sensible.

What do you want me to do?

When you expect your husband back?

In three or four days, he's attending a

bridge dedication in Ohio.

Well, I'll tell you what you do.

You pack your things, move

out of here quietly tonight,

and leave a note saying that your nerves

are at the breaking

point, you can't stand anymore.

Hold it. That would be desertion, and he

could sue her for divorce.

Ah, will you stop trying to be brilliant?

I don't understand, Kitty.

I did everything in my power

to make our marriage a success,

yet she walked out on

our first anniversary.

I hate to say I told you so, George, but

this fellow Crayla is no

credit to the Bar Association.

However, a lawyer can't go any further

than the client permits,

so all of this must have transpired with

your wife's knowledge and consent.

It's hard to believe.

But it makes sense.

Mr. Griswold's residence.

One moment, please.

Mrs. Griswold is on the telephone, sir.

Do you think I should talk to her?

Why not hear what she has to say?

Yes.

Oh, George, I'm so glad you came to the phone.

I thought you'd be too

angry to even speak to me.

I realize now how silly I've

been, and I'm terribly sorry.

I'd feel much better about it if you'd

give me a chance to explain.

I think you better do your

explaining to my attorney.

Oh, don't be like that, darling.

At least we can talk it over.

I don't think we have

anything to discuss.

This isn't like you at all.

You've always been so kind, so

considerate, and now you're being cruel.

I don't understand how

you can call me cruel.

Please, George, I've got to talk to you.

Well, I can see you here

tonight at eight o'clock.

I'll send the guard a pick, yes.

That's very sweet of you, George, but I

wish you could manage to come here.

I'm really too ill to go out.

Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that.

Now, where are you staying?

I'm living at 487 West 82nd Street, the

Derwent Gardens, Apartment 5.

There's a private outside entrance. I'll

leave the door unlocked.

I'll come right in.

Very well. I'll be there at eight.

Mr. Healy, you have testified that on the

night of April the 14th,

you received a sudden call

from the Ajax Detective Agency

to proceed to the Derwent apartment.

And there, from a

proper place of concealment,

take a photograph of what

transpired there that evening.

You did, in fact, take such a photograph.

Yes, sir, I did.

Is this a true reproduction or

enlargement, a photograph

you took in that occasion?

It is.

Thank you, Mr. Healy. Your honor, I wish

to submit this at the

plaintiff's first exhibit.

No objections.

It will be admitted and marked as

plaintiff's exhibit one.

Just a moment, Mr. Healy.

You've also testified that on that night,

you saw a man enter the apartment.

Yes, the man in the photograph.

Will you kindly tell the court if that

man is in this room?

That's him.

Would you stand up, sir, please?

You're sure this is the man you saw?

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Healy. You may

cross-examine the witness.

No questions at this time.

If the court so pleased, I should like to

recall to the witness stand

to plaintiff Kitty Griswold.

You will take the

stand again, Mrs. Griswold.

Mrs. Griswold, during your marriage, did

your husband at any time have a telephone

conversation with another woman in such a

manner as to arouse your suspicion?

No, but he was away a good deal of the

time, dedicating bridges and things.

After you left your husband and took up

separate residence, did

you ever telephone him?

No, sir, I did not.

Have you ever resided at

the Derwent Apartments?

Never.

Isn't it a fact that on April the 14th,

you telephoned your husband to pay you a

visit at the Derwent Apartments?

No.

No further questions. You're witness.

No questions.

Your excuse, Mrs. Griswold.

Your Honor, please, I should like to

recall Mr. Griswold at the stand.

Mr. Griswold, will you please take the stand?

Yeah.

Mr. Griswold, it has been testified here

that you went to the Derwent Apartments

on the night of April the 14th, that you

went there and asked

to a call from a lady.

Will you kindly tell the court the name

of the lady who called you?

It was Mrs. Griswold.

Are you sure it isn't

the lady in the photograph?

I'm quite sure.

Mr. Griswold. Mr. Griswold.

And the gentleman in the photograph.

Is that by any chance a picture of you?

No, it is not.

Mr. Griswold, as one of the nation's

leading industrialists, I take it you

know the difference

between truth and possible.

I do. Do you know what is perjury to

state as true a material

fact which you know to be false?

I do.

I'll ask you before you

answer the next question.

You have testified that on the night of

April the 14th that your wife telephoned

you requesting you to go

to the Derwent Apartments.

Now then, at any time during the evening

of April the 14th, where are you in the

vicinity of the Derwent Apartments?

Yes.

[crowd chattering]

Isn't it true that you went straight to

apartment number five to

the arms of your paramour?

No, it is not.

I am Gengler, I am Gengler.

I'm trying to intimidate the witcher.

Your Honor, I'm only trying to establish

the fact that the

defendant kept the love of Tristan.

The objection is overruled.

If there's any further demonstration, I

shall order the courtroom clear.

If it's so pleased the court, we'd like

to offer testimony and rebuttal.

If there's any permission, I should like

to call another witness.

Why, go right ahead.

Witnesses excused.

Call Mr. Curtis Carter.

He's trapped himself.

You'll go to jail for this.

Mr. Curtis Carter.

Mr. Curtis Carter, please

come to the witness stand.

Curtis Carter, please.

[crowd chattering]

[crowd chattering]

Raise your right hand.

Sound the sheriff's testimony about your

truth, old truth, and numbered truth.

Curtis P. Carter.

Take a stand.

Mr. Carter, what is your occupation?

I operate a poultry farm in Kingston.

Are you quite sure

your name isn't Griswold?

Will you please tell the court, Mr.

Carter? Have you ever been

employed by George W. Griswold?

For ten years off and on.

In what capacity?

Oh, I was paid to go

places and pretend I was him.

What sort of places?

Oh, posing for pictures, for newspapers,

newsreels, things like that.

Now then, Mr. Carter, were you employed

by Mr. Griswold on

April 14th of this year?

Yes. I was paid to go to their went

apartments and meet some lady.

Did he tell you why he sent you instead

of going there himself?

He did.

And what reason did he give?

He said he suspected a frame-up by Mrs.

Griswold and her lawyer.

Object! On the grounds of this case.

I make a motion that the

answer be strictly sustained.

Mr. Carter, do you recognize

the man in this photograph?

I sure do.

Will you tell the court who it is?

That's me.

Ain't a bad picture either.

Write pretty girl, too.

[laughter]

Marriage is a sacred institution.

It is not to be made the subject of

mockery in the courts.

Our alimony laws were established as a

protection for women and children.

Not to be used as a racket in the hands

of designing women and scheming lawyers.

The bailiff will take into custody Mr.

Burton Creel, Mrs. Kitty Griswold,

and all others involved in this brazen

attempt to subvert justice.

You got me into this.

Ah, shut up.

Court is adjourned.

This way to the prisoners, friend-lady.

But I'm not a prisoner.

Oh, yes you are.

Tell me, Dad, is Kitty still in prison?

Yes, she is, Mr. Clinger.

Who would ever think that of Kitty?

It's a mercy my wife

didn't live to see it.

I think I came all the

way here to take her home.

How about you, Dean?

Thank you, darling.

Mr. Clinger, I wouldn't...

Hello?

This is Mrs. Baucus.

I apologize.

You're here.

Give her a whirl of joy.

Mr. Roger, here.

Yes, we'll come as quickly as possible.

Kitty was broke today.

She's been injured in an accident.

She's been in the

hospital and asked him for us.

Come along, Mr. Clinger.

I didn't know where I was going.

I didn't care.

All I remember is...

screaming breaks.

I guess something

like this had to happen.

To make me realize how wrong I've been.

Please forgive me.

It's all right, Kitty.

I couldn't leave.

You're hating me.

We don't hate you.

You'll be all right, Kitty.

I know.

I'm going to be all right.

You'd take me home.

Won't you bother?

Sure, I'll take you home, Kitty.

I'll even fix up the old house for you.

We'd get rid of that

green carpet you didn't like.

I've got a mausole platform rocker the

one you used to like so much.

I'll put her on the front porch.

You can sit in the

sunshine and get well again.

I'll take awful good care of you, Kitty.

You better leave now.

She needs to rest.

Goodbye, Kitty.

Goodbye, Kitty.