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- It's just down a few blocks, isn't it. - Yeah.

I'm going to Martha's and help her get packed, unless you want me to go with you.

- No, honey. - I'd like to.

- What are you looking for? - My card, I ought to have it.

- What card? - Pardon me.

The card the interviewer gave me at the Separation Center, honey.

- I ought to have it. - A card? White?

Yeah.

"Loaf of bread, a quart of milk, vegetables, not peas."

A grocery list, huh?

- Goodbye, honey. - Bye-bye.

Hey, you learned some bad habits in the army.

And good luck to you, and don't worry 'cause I know you're gonna get it. Bye.

Bye-bye.

- Oh, sorry. - Sorry, mate.

Hey, I think it's down this way.

Cigarette? No, thanks, I don't use them.

Hey, you been home long?

I'm going on two months on furlough. My discharge just came through.

- What about you? - I got mine three days ago.

Great.

Employment Service. Miss Henderson?

Employment Service. I'll give you Information.

Hold it!

- I want a job. - Name, please.

- William Cummings. - Discharge papers?

Hey, where are you going?

- What kind of work were you doing before? - I was a turret lathe operator.

Look, lady, in the Army I filled out forms for four years.

I got a twitch in my finger filling out forms.

What I want is a job...

...and there's no use filling out any more of these forms unless I get one.

You see what I mean?

I'm sorry, but we can't help you until you fill out the forms.

Fill out the forms. Fill out the forms.

- Take this over to the table, please. - Yeah, I know. Fill out the forms.

Yeah. fill out the forms, soldier.

Same forms, same questions.

Even look like the same faces.

What did you expect, soldier? It's just routine.

When you want a job, you got to answer questions, the same questions.

And you want a job.

It never asks, "Do you love your wife? Would you like to have a kid?"

"Have you ever been hungry, scared, cold?"

"How do you feel about things generally?"

Why should it?

It's everything to a guy himself.

What's it got to do with getting a job?

Answer the question, soldier.

- It's only rain. - Gosh, I sure hope so.

You're home, soldier, and it's raining. Rain's lucky for us.

That's what Susie said back in '38. Seven... no, eight years ago.

Just before we were married.

The rain's lucky for us.

The rain's lucky for us!

- Hey, didn't you hear me? - Huh?

I said it rained the day you came to New York and it rained the day we met.

I guess, well... spring's not too far.

- Boy, look at it come down! - Yeah.

- Say, maybe we can't go, huh? - Are you nervous?

Aw, she'll probably think I'm an awful dope.

Oh no, she won't, she's my sister. She'll love you.

Say, do you think maybe if we brought her a box of candy?

Oh, no, Bill, you don't have to do that.

Martha likes the hard cinder kind.

- You're afraid too. - A little bit.

Let's go. Hey, wait a minute.

- Excuse me. Come on, baby, your family can't scare us.

CHILDREN SHOUT

Hey, hurry up!

Hey! Throw that ball!

Hey, beat it! Cut it out, you!

When Jake gets back he'll really get a spanking.

Come on, George, come on or you're gonna get a spanking.

Do what you're told!

- Come on, George. - There you are.

- There you go, honey. - Take him right home now.

Hey, Grandma! Grandma!

Hey, Grandma!

- That's Ma Beesley. - What?

- That's Martha's mother-in-law. - Oh.

See that little handbag she's got? She's never without it.

- They say she's got $6,000 in it. - Yeah?

Yeah, she sure lets the family know she's got it too.

- Give us some ice cream! - Come on, give us some!

- Hi, Mrs. Beesley. - Hi.

- Your sister said... - I want you to meet Bill Cummings.

Hello, how are you?

Your sister says I've been interfering with her raising the kids.

If I give them candy, she says I make them sick.

If I tell her what kind of cough medicine to give them,

she says I got a nose like a police dog, I should keep it to myself.

Well, you can tell her I ain't giving them no ice cream...

...'cause it might just give them a bellyache.

Come on, Grandma, please!

You kids ain't got no one to blame for this but your ma.

It's good too! Pistachio.

Don't cry, Barbara, we'll get some ice cream some day.

Here you go, kids, one for you and one for you, honey.

Yippee!

I hate kids.

Charlie Beesley, this is Bill Cummings. This is Martha's brother-in-law.

- Hello... - So this is the guy? Hi.

Well, Charlie, how's the fireman? He's just passed the state exams for firemen.

Yeah, Jake's fixing it up for me. You know Jake!

- Hey, Charlie! - Yeah.

Look in the buggy and see if Delores is OK, and if she isn't...

- Hello, Alice. - Oh, Susan! Pardon my appearance.

My wife. Go on in.

Wait, wait a minute.

It always sticks. Come on in.

- Hi, sis - Hi!

You would bring in a date. The house is a mess.

Shut up, we came to see you, not the house.

You should have let me know anyway. I guess you're Mr. Cummings.

- Willie, isn't it? - Bill, if you don't mind.

- Hot cinders from Susie and me. - Say, thanks.

You didn't need to do that. Come on in if you can wade through.

- Want to take a movie in with us, Martha? - I haven't finished my ironing yet.

- Where's Hank? Sleeping? - Uh-huh.

I wanted him to take the kids to Saint Mary's Park, he said it was too hot.

- Not too hot for you to do that, though. - Well, it's mostly the kids' things.

Hm, do they go through their clothes in the summertime.

- I can't wait for school to open. - Get out of that gutter, you kid!

- Jimmy! Barbara! - Oh, that woman again.

- Alice! Barbara! - Have you no respect for me?

- Timmy! What are you doing? - We ain't doin' nothin', Ma.

I just told them not to go out in the gutter, Martha.

- Did you go in the gutter? - No! Honest!

Then what are you fussing at them for, Ma?

I'm not fussing. I simply told them not to go before they went.

I thought you was going for a ride with Jake and Charlie.

Well, Jake ain't here yet.

Besides, they don't want an old woman like I go along, Martha.

Oh, Ma, don't talk like that.

My mother-in-law!

You'll probably get a fine impression of me, but honest,

some day I'm going to kill that dame.

It's bad enough living in the same house with your mother-in-law,

but as she owns the building. I'd rather live in a tent.

The minute Hank gets a job, the second he gets one...

...I'm gonna wrap this all up and shove it down their throat.

Ah, so you're deciding to get up, huh?

I don't know how you expect anyone to sleep with you yelling all the time.

Hi, Hank.

Hi, Susie. Is this the guy?

Oh, stop it, Hank. Bill Cummings, this is my husband, Hank.

- Hello. - Glad to know you. Got a match?

Yeah.

- Why don't you put on a shirt? - What for, my underwear's clean!

You could kill a guy like that. You might just pretend to have some manners.

Why don't you lay off of me?

- What about a beer for our guests? - It's on the ice, go and get it.

Come on, Bill. I'll give you the lowdown on these dames before you get sucked in.

- You're so smart. - Smart.

Does this still work?

- Off and on. The kids break it. - Do you like him?

Hank fools with it and it plays again.

Yeah, but do you like him?

Susie, honey, I wish you'd think a long time before you do it.

- Do what? - Get married.

- Oh now, wait a minute. - No, I mean it.

Of course I want you to use your own judgment.

Haven't heard that for a long time. Remember how it used to work?

Yeah, I know. Susie, why don't you...

Why don't I what?

Why don't you learn something from Hank and me?

Look at us.

- Why don't you leave him? - Leave Hank? He needs me!

- You love him, don't you? - Yeah. Yeah, sure I do.

But that's got nothing to do with you, you're different.

Gee, I'm glad it's Sunday. I don't have to go out and look for a job.

Well, tell me, Bill, how did you and Susie happen to get together?

- Oh, we met... - Take Martha and me.

We had jobs in the same factory making cardboard boxes.

- You and Susie gonna get married? - Oh, I think she...

Martha had an awful time deciding about us.

Annabelle!

Finally, she says OK. So she gives up her career and we done it.

- Susie gonna quit her job? - You know, we talked about it...

Don't let her do it. Don't let her do it.

Drink up, drink up! Mazel tov!

- Annabelle! - Ices, all flavors.

Oh, Annabelle!

Say, you're a great little talker, ain't ya?

So are you.

You've still got your job at the bookstore, haven't you?

- Yeah. - And your room at the YW?

- Hm-hmm. - Isn't much of a life, is it?

Martha!

No.

Well, never mind, just don't go trading it for something worse.

Hey, Martha!

So I haven't the right to bawl you out anymore, have I?

Sure you have, Martha, if you've got a reason,

but I don't see why you're so worried about Bill and me.

- Martha! - Yeah?

I see the way he looks at you.

Hey, Martha, did you know Bill was a machinist?

- Oh, I've been one, now... - He is one, he works on a turret lathe.

You know, he brought his micrometer home from the shop and he measured my hair...

...and my hair measures 1.2 thousandths.

I guess you don't learn a trade like that in a week.

I guess you don't. Plug that in.

- He sets up the lathes too. - Me, I want to get a chicken farm.

Look, you take 100 chickens.

Give them the benefit of the doubt and they'll lay 50 eggs a day.

At the end of the week, you've got 350 chickens, roughly speaking, you understand.

At the end of the year, you got chickens right and left, thousands of them.

All you do is sit back and let the chickens do the work. Get the picture?

First you gotta get the job to get the money to get the chickens. Get the picture?

Alright, sure. But I read in the paper the other day...

...that instead of there being 8 million unemployed, there's really only 7.5 million.

That's pretty encouraging, ain't it?

Hey, Mom, Mom!

Uncle Jake says we can go in the car too, if you say OK.

- Well, what time would you be back? - In five minutes. Honest!

Oh, I don't know that you oughta, it's just before your supper.

Shut up!

It don't make no difference to me, Mom, if we don't go.

But Barbara may get upset and vomit like she does.

- Wouldn't you? - Timmy!

I just said she might, if she got upset.

- I think you both better stay home. - Oh, let 'em go, Martha.

- Can we, Mom? - Certainly, you can.

- Can we? - Huh?

Well, alright, but you gotta wash first.

- Okay! - There you go.

- Susie, are you leaving? - Yes, I think we'd better.

Well, wait just a minute. Here, I got it.

- So long, boys. - So long!

Come on, honey, up here.

Hey, Bill I hear you're studying to be an artist?

Well, don't look at me, I didn't say anything that wasn't true.

What's the matter, supposed to be a secret?

No, but sometimes he acts as though he was ashamed of it.

- I just don't... - Hey, you don't paint these here oil paintings...

...with a studio and a model, do you?

No, he hasn't got a studio, he just likes to draw.

What I was getting at is, um... I was figuring on asking you...

let me come up the next time you painted some real live women.

Ah, you should live so long! Bye, Martha!

So long, sis. Don't forget what I said, hm?

- So long, Bill, I'll see you soon. - Bye, Pop, bye, Mom!

- Bye, Susie, bye, Mr. Cummings! - You kids behave yourselves, now.

- And don't sass your uncle Jake, huh? - We won't!

So long, Hank. Thanks a lot for the beer.

Ah... Well, so long, lovebirds. Don't do nothing I wouldn't do.

Hey, Susie. Maybe I'll come in that shop of yours and buy a book from you some day.

Yeah, why don't you, Martha and the kids could read it to you!

Come on, kids, break it up. Timmy, get in the car.

I suppose we'll be waiting all day. Every time we come here...

- What's the matter with my mother? - You want me to tell you?

All right, halfwit, what are you waiting for, Christmas?

- Oh, shut your big mouth! - Come on!

Step on it, Ma. Hurry up!

- Marge, how are you? - Hi.

This is Bill Cummings, this is Marge Beesley.

Hey, pleased to meet you.

Jake!

Get out of here, you hoodlums. What do you think this is?

Come on, you!

I want you to meet Bill Cummings. This is Jake Beesley.

- How do you do, Mr. Cummings? - Jake's a lawyer.

He's Tim Bagleys right-hand man.

Yeah, any time you want to fix a murder rap, just let me know.

- Jake... - Ma, where have you been?

Would you stop at the delicatessen, I want to pick up a rye bread?

Get in the car, get in the, car, get in the car, come on, Marge!

- I'll take care of the kids... - Get in, Charlie. Stop talking!

You're always wanting to stop. You forget it's a Sunday drive.

- Hiya, Jake! - Bring back some beer, will you?

Oh, go get your own beer!

All of that was because of the heat. It's hot today.

Yeah, you should see them in the wintertime.

- You thought what movie you want to see? - Oh, it doesn't matter.

- All Of You? - OK.

- How about a drink first? - Yeah.

- What do you want? - Orangeade.

- Me a short grape. - No grape.

- Alright, pineapple. - No pineapple.

OK, orangeade.

Hey, Maxie, give me a glass of water, will you?

I'll give you water in the eye. Get out of here.

He kept laughing, Susie. Laughing and choking.

Mm? Hank.

- Hey, give me a match, will you? - A cent a pack.

Give me a pack.

A wife and two kids and no job and he can make jokes.

What a guy. Can you imagine how he feels?

- He must be sorry he ever got married. - Martha loves him.

That makes it even worse.

I don't know what they expected, but what they got handed them...

...isn't much of an argument for marriage, is it?

Is it?

Come on, let's go. We can make the second show.

Hey, Romeo, a dime!

Big spender.

Hey, look. The first star.

Star light, star bright, first star I've seen tonight.

I wish I may, I wish I might.

I wish my wish would come true tonight.

What did you wish?

That every day was Sunday.

- You know what I mean? - Yeah, me too.

Excuse me, have you got a match?

Oh, I'm sorry. I always seem to leave mine at home.

Susan, a guy's gotta look ahead. Try to be practical.

Yeah.

A guy's got to depend on a job for a living.

- What right's he got to think of marriage? - What about it?

- Supposing he loses his job. - Well?

How can he be sure of anything?

How can he promise a girl security or... guarantee her happiness?

Do you love me?

- Yes. - Are you asking me to marry you?

Yes, I guess I am.

Since you put it that way, I guess I am. Are you surprised?

- No. - Hey, Charlie! Wait for me!

Gosh, I never thought it'd be anything like this.

A hot Sunday night, High Bridge, in the Bronx.

But it's all I've got. Maybe it isn't enough.

But you'll make a beautiful bride, Susan.

All brides are beautiful, 'cause they're young and full of hope and...

...a kind of shining inside.

Martha was a bride once too, Alice and Margie.

- Even Mrs. Beesley. - Yeah.

What else can I say? That I love you?

I've said that.

- What are we waiting for? - Are you afraid?

- Yes, Bill. - So am I.

Ow!

Hey.

Wake up.

Breakfast.

Wedding breakfast.

- Oh, don't look. - What's wrong?

Don't look. I don't have any make-up on.

Mrs. Cummings!

Susan Cummings.

- Mrs. William Cummings. - Bill!

- Yeah? - Hand me my make-up, will you?

- What? - My make-up. It's in my purse.

- Oh, no. - Bill!

No, come on out. I want to see you the way you are.

Oh, Bill, please.

Come on out, a husband has a right to know.

Bill...

Mrs. Cummings, you're beautiful.

Oh, Bill.

I'd like you this way, just for today.

One day isn't long for a honeymoon, is it?

Uh-uh.

Oh, golly, isn't it wonderful to have a place where you can lock the door...

...and it's all ours and nobody else's?

Uh-huh.

- Ow! - What?

Oh. I didn't expect you this early this morning, Susan.

- Morning, Mr. Higgler. - Morning.

Comforting... I imagine, to be married.

Yes, it is comforting, Mr. Higgler. It's better than living alone.

I see.

- I haven't forgotten your present, Susan. - Oh, thank you, Mr. Higgler.

It's been hiding behind these Greek myths a long time.

It's a book, a good book called The History Of Coffee.

- How lovely. - Tells you how to make good coffee.

I'm glad, because mine always tastes like I fried it.

I've never met a woman yet who could make good coffee.

That is, apart from my mother. She could do anything.

- Hey. Hey! - Oh!

What's the matter? Didn't you sleep last night?

- Yeah, sure. - Okay, get going.

How do you feel, pal?

- You gonna eat? - Yeah, over at the beanery.

What's the matter? Forget your lunch pad? - Yeah, looks that way.

Forget it, you can eat with me. My wife always makes too much anyhow.

John, I can go over to the beanery and get a hamburger.

You gotta eat here.

Huh? What for?

- The boys expect you to. - You just got married, didn't you?

- Yeah - Well, the boys got a few jokes.

A little rough, maybe, but don't let it get you.

They have their fun then they'll leave you alone.

Believe me, Bill, a guy who ain't married don't know what living is.

Billy, we got something for you from shop 14.

Here's a diaper to go with it.

Bill? Oh, there you are!

- Look, dinner. - You can cook too?

Uh-huh.

- Was it an awful day for you? - Awful.

Oh, gee, I thought it would never end.

Susie, what would you do if you got 25 bucks just like that?

Oh, buy a house, maybe, or a car.

- No, I mean it. What would you do? - What are you talking about?

Well, how do you like that? I came home with 25 bucks and my wife...

Twenty-five dollars?

Yeah, and not only that, I got a letter from the boss.

- Bill, you didn't! - Sure, read it.

"Dear Mr. Cummings, on behalf of the company,

may I extend felicitations on your recent marriage.

Remember now as you work that you have three mouths to feed...

- Three? - Go on.

Yours, your wife's...

and that of the JJ Wilson Machinery and Engineering Corporation."

JJ. Wilson, president. Aha! Okay, where's the check?

Right here. It says, "Pay to the order of Mr. William Cummings the sum of $25."

To buy something special for Mrs. Cummings, like a dress.

Oh, no you don't. I'm gonna buy you a drawing board.

- I've got a drawing board. - I mean a real nice one.

- Susan, we're going to buy you a dress. - A drawing board!

- I've got a drawing board. - I've got a dress.

Now look!

Well, um...

- How about a savings account, hm? - Yeah.

We could go get one of those books and each week...

Hey, and another thing.

- JJ Wilson's got his eye on you. - Huh?

Sure he has, he sent you a letter and a check, didn't he?

- Honey, he's got 3,000 men working for him. - Yeah...

- But did they all get letters and checks? - No.

Well, you see, it's like I said. JJ Wilson's got his eye on you.

Susie, baby, I've never even seen JJ Wilson. The foreman gave me the check.

Mr. Wilson knows you got married, doesn't he?

- It goes on my file. - Well... he sent you the letter.

He spelt my name wrong.

The point is you got a check from JJ Wilson and. Bill, I'm proud of you.

Employment Service. Just a moment.

Employment Service. He's not in.

Hey, you can't miss with all those jobs.

- Having trouble, huh? - Yeah.

I know who I am, where I live and what race I am. That's where I stop.

You know, there's no space on the form to ask what you'd like to do.

All it asks is what you did before. Well, I've never worked.

Maybe you did something in the army or learned...

I did. I learned to drop bombs. But that's no trade, is it?

No, I guess not.

Yeah, I guess a guy's really out of luck until he learns a trade.

Then he's safe. Well, like you, for instance.

Turret lathe operator.

I sure wish I could do it.

Well, I think I'll give this joint a workout. Some case, eh, Sarge?

Oh, you'll do all right, Lieutenant.

He thinks a guy's safe if he's got a trade.

Keep telling that to yourself too, soldier.

But things happen sometimes that are bigger than a guy or his trade.

You're a bombardier and the war's over, no more bombs.

Or you're a turret lathe operator.

- Good luck, Anton, take it easy. - So long, Mike.

Well, Pete, I'll see you.

- Another round, boys? - Yeah, fill 'em up.

- Leave the bottle. - It's all yours.

Salute!

- Let's have another. - No.

- Sure, Bill, come on. - I gotta go.

Come on, Bill, take one for the road.

Okay.

- Salute. - Salute.

Say, Bill, you wouldn't want to sell a tool box, would you?

No, I wouldn't want to sell my tool box.

- Shut up, Steve. - Okay, okay.

Look, fellas, I gotta go. John, good luck.

Let me buy a round here.

Say, this is the first time you've offered to buy a drink.

- Look, fellas... - We've gotta stay, Bill.

- I don't get it. - Might as well start.

I don't get it.

What good is being an artist if you don't paint in a studio with real models?

He ain't that kind of an artist, Hank.

It's eight o'clock already, Susie, and he ain't here yet.

Well, you never know about these artist guys.

Maybe he met himself blonde somewhere he wanted...

- Hank! - ...to draw. To draw.

Something must have happened to him. Gee, these peppers smell wonderful.

The first time you ever made them. I remember the first special meal I ever...

Honey, you'd have heard if something had happened.

Sure, don't worry, maybe he's in a conference.

Or maybe he got caught by some overtime work.

Yeah... maybe.

Hello.

What do you mean, I'm drunk?

- Now, Bill, I'm not mad. - Good.

- And I don't want to be a nagging wife. - Good.

And I don't expect to know where you are every minute of the time.

Good.

And I don't want you to feel tied down in any way.

- Good. - Will you stop saying good, Bill!

You knew Martha and Hank were coming here to dinner tonight...

...and I had a special dinner with stuffed peppers and everything.

And how do you think they felt? And how do you think I felt?

I thought you were sick or hurt, or had an accident or something.

- And then you come home like this. - So I'm drunk. So what about it?

You're as drunk as an old goat!

- Now come on, let's go to bed. - No.

What's that?

- That's my tool box. - What did you bring it home for?

That's what it is. It belonged to my father. He made it himself.

He gave it to me before he died.

It's beautiful.

What did I say?

- What did I say? - What do you mean, Bill?

What did I tell you when I proposed to you on the bridge, what did I tell you?

You said that you loved me.

- Yeah, yeah, what else? - That you wanted me to marry you.

- Go on, what else? - Said you couldn't promise me happiness.

- That's right, go on. - Or give me security.

I did and I was right. I'm always right.

Remember that lovely little letter I got from JJ Wilson? I got another one.

Only this time he didn't single me, all the boys got them.

No, I'll read it. Sit down.

"Dear Mr. Cu..."

You read it.

"Dear Mr. Cummings, owing to circumstances beyond my control,

JJ Wilson Machinery and Engineering Corp. has had to curtail its production."

Therefore, I regret to say your services are no longer required."

- Well, now you know. - "Sincerely, JJ Wilson. President."

He spelled my name wrong.

- Come here, Bill. - Susie!

- Susie, I lost my job! - Yeah, I heard you, Bill.

It's going to be all right, maybe better!

I've still got my job and got some money saved.

Twenty-five bucks.

Yeah, I know, and my salary won't go far either, but...

What are we supposed to do, Break down and cry? Well, I'm not going to, see?

It won't kill us 'cause you lost your job.

You've still got your trade, and you got your tools and...

You've got me.

Looks like the honeymoon's over, doesn't it, baby?

Listen, Bill.

All it takes to make a honeymoon is you and me, see?

Got it?

All right. Remember it!

- No. - No?

Absolutely not.

- The drawings are not right. - Shh!

Don't shush!

- No! - But Mr. Higg...

- No! - That man is an idiot.

The drawings are not the kind of drawings I desire.

But everybody says they're good.

Good? My man, for my book, the... the edition I'm about to publish,

as...as...Jean Jacques Rousseau was one to say,

"Art is the way."

- Is it? - It is.

As...as...Lucretius wrote,

"In art there is neither good nor bad, there is only right and wrong."

- No, huh? - No.

- No? - No.

Okay.

- Are you gonna be much longer? - We're just closing.

Come on in, you must be freezing.

- Been waiting long? - No, not long.

- No luck, eh? - No.

I'll just be a minute.

- Thank you very much. - Oh, good night.

Good night.

You have a very fine collection, sir. I'll be back.

- Fine. - Good night.

When we've had supper, Martha and Hank want us to take care of the kids, okay?

Ah, Mr. Cummings. How are things going with you?

- Have any luck? - No.

- No job yet? - Nope.

I see... Good night, Susan.

- Night, Mr. Higgler. Don't forget, bright and early tomorrow.

Okay.

Does the whole world have to know I'm out of work?

Martha! Martha, will you come down here!

Why don't you shut up?!

Ah, what do you want from me?

Shh! Henry, be quiet!

Hey, Ma, lend me a buck, will you?

- No. Fifty cents, Ma.

Me and Martha are going over to Jake's to hit him for a loan.

- We gotta get there, don't we? - Nothing doing.

Gee, Ma.

- Hi, Hank. - Hi, kids.

- Hello, Hank. - Did you get a job yet, Bill?

- Nope. - See, Ma, he ain't working either.

Guess that makes us tramps.

Lovely woman, my mother, has 6,000 bucks and a heart like a gangster.

Where have you been? Did you get any dough?

- Yeah, I always have dimes. - I've got some with me...

No, thanks. Gee, it's swell of you to do this.

Listen the kids have had their supper, they're ready for bed.

If they feel hungry, there's some dried prunes in the sink. We'll be back early.

- Ok, Martha, don't you worry about a thing. - Yeah, swell.

- Hank, good luck with Jake, huh? - Yeah, sure.

I'd rather work for it.

Well, you can't have everything. Come on, Martha.

Yeah. So long.

- See you later. - Good night, Hank.

Me too, Aunt Susie. You gotta kiss me too.

- But I did kiss you. - You did?

- Sure I did - I didn't feel it.

Oh, well, just once more, see?

Alright, that's all. - Gee...

I hope Pop can put the buyer on Uncle Jake tonight.

Yeah, so do I. Go to sleep now, huh?

- Night! - Shh!

- You'll wake up Barbara, she's asleep. - No, I'm not. Aunt Susie...

- Yes, darling? - Could I have a drink of water?

Well, honey, I've given you two already. I'm afraid that...

No, I wouldn't, no, I wouldn't!

Yeah, I guess I would. Okay.

Alright, honey, now really go to sleep now, will you?

- Good night. No more noise, you children. - Good night, Aunt Susie.

Good night, Aunt Susie, good night.

Oh, hey, Uncle Bill, Uncle Bill!

- What's the matter? - Good night.

Good night, Timmy.

- I don't know how Martha does it. - Swell kids, though, aren't they?

Oh, they're wonderful.

Oh, gee, Bill, wouldn't it be something if...

- Timmy! - I couldn't sleep.

- This is an outrage. - I know it.

But I got to talk to Uncle Bill about something.

- Important? - Yeah.

- What is it, son? - Well, you see, Uncle Bill,

if you need it, well... I can get your next meal for you.

- What do you mean? - Jimmy, come on, let's go to bed, hm?

Wait a minute, Susie. What do you mean, son?

Well, I heard Mom telling Pop that you were canned from your job...

...and you didn't know where your next meal was coming from.

And so I thought... Well, I thought I'd get it for you, Uncle Bill.

- How? - It's a cinch.

I do it for Papa all the time.

I just go to the butcher and tell him I want a bone for my dog.

Then I bring the bone home and Ma makes soup out of it.

And I can do it for you and Aunt Susie tomorrow.

It's really easy, Uncle Bill. Only big people can't do it. It takes a kid.

- Doesn't the butcher ever get wise? - No. Anyway...

- Anyway what? - He knows.

- He knows what? - I ain't got a dog.

Thanks, Timmy. I appreciate your offer very much, but...

But you got it a little wrong.

Your mom...

- Your mom was kinda joking, see? - Mom don't joke about that.

- Well, this time she was. - Pop, yeah. Mom, no, sir.

Look, Timmy, your mom was joking.

I lost my job, sure, but... Well, what I mean is...

What do you mean, Uncle Bill? What?

What Uncle Bill means, Timmy, is that... he's going to find a job right away and...

...and you're not to worry about it, see? Oh, everything's going to be all right.

- Yeah? - Sure.

- I figured you was going to be like Pop. - Yeah, yeah.

I just wanted you to know that...

Yeah, we know about it, Timmy, let's go to bed, shall we?

Okay, just so long as you know, Uncle Bill.

- Good night, Aunt Susie. - Good night.

- Aunt Susie. - Yes, dear?

I'm sorry if I made Uncle Bill feel bad.

Timmy, oh, Timmy, listen.

Everything's going to be wonderful, see?

And Uncle Bill's gonna get a job and your father's gonna get a job and...

...you'll never gonna have to worry about getting soup bones from the butcher.

You're gonna have steak to eat all you want, see, and you're gonna have a dog,

a real dog, and he's gonna have steak too.

Yeah, Aunt Susie, sure. Don't cry.

Don't cry, Aunt Susie, please.

Employment Service. Just a moment. Employment Service. He's not in.

Look, I'm sorry, but you've got to list it.

- I'd rather not. - But you've got to, it's regulations.

- Well, look, I'm not going to. - I think you'd better see Mr. Hoffmann.

- Well, I think I'd better see somebody. - That office right over there!

Thank you very much!

Now, what kind of job... Pardon me.

You take this form over to the dispatcher, then you see Mr. Nanier...

Come in.

- Mr. Hoffmann? - Just a second.

Mr Nanier is the man to place you if there is anything.

- Thank you, sir. - Good luck, corporal.

Look, Mr Hoffmann, for ten minutes now I've been out there now, trying to talk to that...

Take it easy, sergeant, take it easy.

- Sit down. - Thanks.

Now, what can I do?

I've been talking to this girl out here.

She keeps saying, fill out the form put it down, fill out the form.

I can't seem to get it through her head what I'm trying to say.

- I imagine you were talking to Miss Gordon. - I was talking at her, not to her.

- What about? - About this form.

If I fill it out, it might keep me from getting a job.

- Well, how? - I'd better give it to you straight.

I've got a police record... I used to do a little drawing...

Oh, I thought it was pretty good.

That's good coffee.

After all, Susan, a publisher has an artistic responsibility.

- You're absolutely right, Mr. Higgler. - As well as an economic responsibility.

- You're right, you're right, Mr. Higgler. - Quite right.

Now, has your husband ever before received money for drawing?

- Yes, he did once, for a portrait. - He did?

Well, it doesn't really count 'cause it was an uncle.

Ha! An uncle!

You see, Susan, your husband is an amateur.

An amateur is someone who works without remuneration.

I think it was Shaw who said, er...

- "Never trust work..." "Never trust work you get for nothing."

And he was absolutely right, Mr. Higgler.

And Bill wouldn't be working for nothing, and you wouldn't want him to, would you?

- No, of course not. - Well, there you are.

Now, come and look at some more. See?

Well, not bad, Susan, it's really not bad.

I knew a man of your taste would like these, Mr. Higgler.

No, no, I didn't say that.

Look, look, here's one. Oh, this is my favorite.

This is High Bridge over Harlem on a hot summer's night.

Bill really got that, didn't he? You can feel that heat, can't you?

Hm-hmm.

Course, you understand, this isn't quite what I'm interested in.

- No? - Uh-uh.

- What? - Figures.

- Figures? - Uh-huh.

Oh, Bill can do fine figures.

Here, wait a minute. Here's one. Now, look at that.

But has he got the feeling for this kind of thing?

Sure he has.

Hey, hold...

All right!

One, two, three, four!

One... two...

Three... four!

Go ahead and burn if you wanna burn so bad!

You never do it when she's here, only when I'm here!

Well, go ahead and burn yourselves rotten! And that goes for you too!

- Bill! - Aw, shut up!

- Bill! - You want to make something of it?

No, not a thing. Look, I've got something to show you...

- Susie, I'm not going to come home and... - Never mind, look at this.

...cook like this anymore!

- All right, here. - What's this?

- $50 Higgler bonus? What is this? - Look who it's made out to.

- To me. What for? - Hm? Because you're a great artist.

Because you're my husband. Because I love you.

- Fifty bucks' worth? - Oh, Bill.

Mr. Higgler's putting out a special private edition.

- He wants you to do the drawings. - What, you showed him my work?

I took the portfolio and I showed him the drawings and they sold themselves.

You mean he's going to pay me $50 to draw?

Yeah. And that's just the advance. The full price is three hundred dollars!

Three hundred dollars? Yoohoo!

Oh, no...

Thanks, Sue.

- Bill. - Uh-huh?

You know, when you're famous, we'll go to Mexico...

...and the you'll do a book all full of drawings, and when we come back,

- ...it'll be a bestseller. - Wait a minute, baby.

I'm still a machinist, remember, it's my trade.

Okay, you can do both and... when we come back, we can build a house,

Not a big house, a medium house, but...

- ... big enough for Jo's boyfriends. - Jo?

Our daughter, Johanna.

- She'll be the oldest. - Yeah, sure.

- Gee, baby, I've been scared. - Yeah, I know.

Gosh, now...

Say, you know, I can finish that book within three weeks. By then we...

- In three weeks? - Yeah.

- My husband's earning 100 a week! - Hey, that's not bad. Not bad!

- Margie, are you sure you like my dress? - Oh, it's great.

- What? - I said it's great.

Leave it down, madam.

I shouldn't have spent the money, but tonight's an occasion.

Tim Bagley's iron quill dance. Well, I guess you could call...

It's the first new dress I've got since... What?

I said you could call that brawl an occasion.

Yeah, it's the first new dress I've had since we got married. I hope Bill likes it.

What if he doesn't? You like it, don't you?

I said, "What if he doesn't? You like it, don't you?"

Yeah, but I hope Bill does.

Yeah, I know. I used to be like that, too.

When we were first married, I wouldn't think of buy anything...

...unless Jake came along.

But now, for all he cares, I could wear a burlap bag and a string of beer-bottle caps.

- Hm? - Beer-bottle caps.

Oh.

Come on, hurry it up, will you? The party's tonight.

It's gonna be an up hairdo. Do you he'll like it?

Yeah, it'll be gorgeous, Susan. Let's see, what do we have to do?

Oh, yeah, first we've got to pick up your dress.

Then I want to get me some of that new French perfume,

that Jour et Nuit, and then I want to get myself a girdle and...

It's still wet!

Look, Susie, maybe I'd better go to the store and get your dress before it closes.

No, wait a minute. I want to. Just hold on for a minute and then I'll go with you.

...'cause I want to try the dress on.

- Susie? - Hi, Bill.

Hi.

- Bill. - Hm-hmm?

- Is it fine? - Hm-hmm.

- It was copied after an original. - Swell.

If you knew all the stores I went to and all the walking I did.

Sure.

If it weren't for tonight, I'd have given it up.

- Hm-hmm. - Bill!

- Oh! Oh, you got a new dress. - Hm-hmm. Do you like it?

Yeah, it's swell. Only I thought you were going to buy a plaid suit.

Why, don't you like this?

Sure, baby, it's just that you had me expecting a suit, that's all.

Oh, I knew it!

- You wanted me to get a plaid suit. - Hey, wait a minute!

Baby, how can I tell what it looks like until I see you inside of it?

Try it on, won't you? Please?

All right. But you better change your attitude.

Hey, Susie, remember that black dress you used to have?

Yeah, I hated it.

- This one's just like it... - What did you say?

This one has white collar and cuffs too, doesn't it?

The other had a white pique collar and cuffs and was more of a business dress.

Why would I get one just like it if I had one just like it?

That's what I mean.

- Bill. - Yeah?

Did you notice anything?

- About you? - Hm-hmm.

You look a little tired, maybe. Did you have a hard day?

No! About my hair!

- What's wrong with it? - I had it done in a beauty shop.

Oh, yeah, sure, baby, it looks wonderful! Gee, so do you.

- Now how could you know? - Oh, because a beautiful dress...

Oh, yes... You look beautiful, baby.

Yeah. I do, don't I?

All right, since you're so smart, when was it?

Um, it was the time we took the Hudson River day boat up to Indian Point.

- Bill! - It wasn't?

Oh, I remember, it was the time you had the date with Victor Baumbray,

and I found out later that you didn't have a date with him at all.

No, it wasn't, it was on August 21st at 10 o'clock.

- Sure it wasn't 9.29? - Uh-uh, cause I was wearing my blue silk,

I had snagged my stockings and we were sitting in the club room...

and I said that you needed a haircut, and then you got mad...

...then you kissed me. That was the first time.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Like that? - Without asking, too.

Bill, it's just swell.

Hey, look! There goes the dumb but happy newlyweds.

Hey, what about a little color in this stuff?

Here you are, gorgeous, the Beesley boomerang.

You drink it down, it comes right up.

Charlie, how's the hook and ladder business?

Alarming, but I ain't kicking!

I know a fella that even if he could swim it wouldn't kick.

- Let's razzle. - Gimme some, will you?

Sure.

- Hey, Michelangelo! - Hi, Hank.

Hi, come right here.

- How are you? - What about a little inspiration?

- Oh, no, thanks. - No?

Well, in that case, I've got to give it to the grandest little girl in all the world.

My ma.

Here, Ma.

Take it easy, now, you might float some of those 6,000 bucks loose.

Now hear me, you stop that!

The way you talk people'd think I won a whole lot of money.

It ain't nothing of the kind.

All I want to do is keep what I got and get maybe a little bit more.

- A little bit more! - Maybe.

Hey, Marge! Come on over!

Hello! - Hi, hello, Bill.

- How about a little shot? - Um, no, thanks. I never touch it.

Get lost, will you?

That's some dress.

- You like it? I had it made. - Yeah, sure I like it.

When are they going to finish it?

Hey, listen, knucklehead, nobody asked you to look.

All right, all right.

# From this day forward #

# I promise you with all my heart #

# That we shall never be apart #

# From this day on #

# From this day forward #

# I'm yours to call your very own #

# I live my life for you alone #

# From this day on #

# On and on #

# And even beyond forever #

# Heaven is mine whenever # # You're near #

# From this day forward #

# I give you me with all my love #

# From this day forward #

# From this day on #

There's somebody at the door.

- All right. - Wonder who it can be.

Honey, I don't know.

All right!

- Yeah, what is it? - Detective Sole.

- Bill! - Yeah?

What is it?

- I don't know, honey. - Are you William Cummings?

- Yeah, that's right. - I have a warrant for your arrest.

What for?

Violation of section 11.41, consolidated laws.

Well, what's it about?

Better get your clothes on and come with me. Vice Society camplaint.

On account of some pictures you drew.

- Well, I only thought... - Only thought!

Who asked you to come? Who needs you?

Why didn't you stay in the fire barn and mind your own business?

Susie, you'd better do it just like he tells you.

Yes, but Jake wants Bill to plead guilty.

- Honey, let Jake handle it his own way. - He's right, Susie.

But there was nothing dirty about those pictures.

Oh, no?

There may have been about Mr. Higgler's book, but Bill didn't even read the book.

- Mr. Higgler wouldn't let him. - Who's going to believe that?

But they come for him in the middle of the night, they take him away,

they lock him up and I'm not even allowed to see him!

Quiet!

- Now they want him to plead guilty. - She's right, Hank!

Who asked you, let Jake handle it.

They're making a criminal out of him when he hasn't done a darn thing!

I'm not gonna let him plead guilty like a plain thief. Why should I?

Because Jake says so.

I'm trying to get this guy from the DA's office to accept a disorderly conduct plea.

Look, all I want you to do is smile and look sweet.

Don't you see, Susie? It shows the guy Bill ain't a tramp,

but a respectable citizen wrongly entangled in the clutches of the law.

You see? You smile now.

Ed?

Mrs. Cummings, I want you to meet Ed Gagin,

one of the leading lights of the New York bar.

How do you do?

Ed, old man, Mrs. Cummings is an honest American wife who works for a living.

Who does she work for?

- Higgler. - Uh-huh.

Now, there's a clear absence of intent and willfulness...

...and I suggest we're amenable to a guilty plea with probation.

Vice Society swore out the complaint, Jake.

They want your client held for action by the Grand Jury.

But Ed, old man...

Cummings has got it clear as a bell record.

- That cuts no ice. - Ed, be reasonable.

This is the guy's very first offence.

Remember the guy that got the chair last Tuesday?

- Certainly I remember. - He committed murder.

- I know. - That was his very first offence, Jake.

Oh!

You know, I was talking to Tim Bagley last week and he...

Here are 16 more complaints from the Vice Society.

Sixteen more.

All right, Jake, I'll take a disorderly conduct guilty plea...

- ...and recommend probation. - Thanks, Ed.

- I'll mention it to Bagley. - But he can't plead guilty...

...if he isn't.

He didn't do anything.

Quiet! The defendant Higgler is hereby held for action by the Grand Jury.

Bail is posted at...

What is your suggestion on behalf of the people, Mr. Yageler?

- One thousand dollars. - One thousand dollars, so ordered.

Your Honor, I'd like to make a recommendation in this next case.

- What is it? - I'd like to suggest...

...that the charge be changed to disorderly conduct.

I want him held for the Grand Jury.

Now listen, lady, you just gave me 16 more complaints.

We can't hold them all for the Grand Jury.

Next case.

Case 64831, People versus William Cummings.

You're next.

What is your name?

- What is your name? - William Cummings.

- Speak up! - William Cummings.

Are you represented by council.

- Huh? - Do you have a lawyer?

Jake Beesley, Your Honor.

- Oh, yeah. - Where were you born?

- Hamilton, New York. - Speak up!

- Hamilton, New York! - Where do you reside?

- 515, East 109th Street. - How long have you resided there?

Oh, I...

- How long? - About six... no...

- Approximately, young man? - Eight months.

- Eight months. - How do you plead?

How do you plead?

- The magistrate wants to know how you plead. - Your Honor!

Well, who are you?

I'm his wife and I just wanted to say...

Quiet! You don't need to shout.

If you've got anything to say, young lady, this is neither the time nor the place.

- Yes, but... - Be quiet, Susan!

Now, this is a preliminary hearing. You'll have your opportunity as provided by law.

Yes, but Your Honor, Bill didn't do anything.

I got him the job, it's all my fault, he didn't do anything.

Listen, lady...

The complaints are already here. Nobody can do nothing.

The wheels of justice gotta turn.

So why don't you just keep quiet, huh, lady?

Excuse me.

- How do you plead? - The magistrate wants to know how you plead.

Well, young man, how do you plead?

- Guilty. - Guilty.

Mr. Yagerman, What is the position of the People...

in regard of the plea of guilty in number... What is that number?

Huh? Oh... 64381.

That's a half a grand even, Jake.

Right, Barney, I'll see he don't jump bail, huh?

- He'd better not. - And I'll mention this to Tim Bagley.

- Quiet! - I can't wait.

Excuse me, Susan. I can't tell you how sorry I am about this, I...

- Yeah. - Well, I'm terribly sorry.

We're all sorry, Mr. Higgler.

The entire first edition of my book was confiscated and...

And naturally I won't be able to pay for the balance of the drawings.

- Naturally. - Excuse us, please, will you?

Now, look. Here's what happens.

You appear at a hearing. Just a judge, no jury, see?

Then you give him the facts... Will you excuse us, please?

You had to make a living, see? You didn't know it was that kind of a book, see?

Higgler told you what to do and you done it, see?

Don't you have a home?

So you get a suspended sentence with probation, see?

And the judge says, "Young man, don't do it again.", and it's all over, see?

- Yeah, I see. - Well, stop worrying.

- Thanks, Jake. - Okay, kids...

Jake, your car's in the corner. You got a ticket.

What did you do, park it near a fire hydrant?

- Can I drop you kids anywhere? - No, thanks, we'll walk.

Okay. Take it easy.

- Well, see you, pal. - Yeah, Hank.

Susie.

Now listen, no matter what anybody says, those are good drawings.

But the book!

Will I see you in the morning, Susan?

Yes, Mr. Higgler.

- Hey, can you spare a cigarette? - No.

I gotta get a job, Susie.

Oh, it was my fault. If I hadn't showed those pictures to Mr. Higgler...

I gotta get a job.

Employment Service. Eight-thirty to six.

Employment Service. Information...

Where it says, "What kind of business?", put down "artist".

Employer: Self. Rate of pay: $100 per week.

- Well, I think that clears it up alright. - Thanks very much.

- You're welcome, and good luck. - Thank you.

If you'll sit down and wait for an interviewer, please.

The time that you don't account for here, you were unemployed then?

- Oh, yeah. Do you want me to put it down? - No, that's all right.

We're not concerned with that.

"We're not concerned with that." Surely.

Why should you be? That won't get me a job.

Besides, you've got your own problems.

What are yours to me or mine to you?'

Births, deaths, anniversaries.

Anniversaries.

- Oh, my feet are killing me. - Yeah.

Say, be sure to thank Jake... Jake for the use of his car.

- Yeah, sure. - Let's set this down.

Thanks.

Look, the old lady told Martha and me if you wanted to,

you could move into her place. Third floor.

It'd only be 22 bucks a month.

All the stink from the rest of the house goes up there...

...and we said you wouldn't want it. That was right, wasn't it?

- Yeah, that's right, Hank. Thanks. - Well, anyway, in case she should ask you.

Yeah, okay.

- You got it? - Yeah.

Oh!

Is that thing the one with the shelf paper in it?

- I think so. - Put it in the other room, will you?

Oh... all right.

Oh, thanks a lot, Hank. - Yeah, thanks.

Oh, it's nothing. Well, take it easy.

- So long. - Oh, I forgot...

Martha says to wish you happy anniversary.

- Thanks. - That goes for me too.

Thanks, Hank.

- Well... good luck. - So long.

- Honey, let's go out for a walk. - Well, I gotta finish the kitchen.

I want to put the shelf paper up, and I gotta do the bedroom and...

Come on, let's go.

- Bill, there must be something we can do. - Yeah, like what, for instance?

- Now, don't get sore. - Susie, I've been doing a lot of thinking.

There's no reason you gotta go on supporting me like this.

Now you cut that right out.

I thought maybe I'd get out of town, hit the road,

see if I can pick up a job some place, Cleveland, Detroit..

Oh, you make me so darn mad.

All right. Okay.

- Hey! - Hm?

- Do you think I forgot? - Forgot what?

Our anniversary. A lot of guys do, you know.

- Oh, Bill, I don't mind. - What do you mean you don't mind?

What?

Well, I got hold of a little money and I thought...

Where did you get it?

- Picked it off a tree in Central Park. - Bill, you sold your tool box?

No, I didn't.

- I didn't see it when we moved. - I didn't sell it, I hawked it.

- Oh, Bill! - Well, look, honey, it's our anniversary.

What are we supposed to do, sit at home and look at a tool box?

I thought we'd go some place special for dinner and...

Well, another thing.

- I got you a present. - Oh, Bill, you didn't.

It's not much, Susie.

Oh, it's gorgeous.

Yeah, yeah, it's... Hey, wait a minute, I've been robbed.

- There's a stone missing. - Oh, that's nothing.

- Yeah, but there's another one missing! - Oh, it doesn't matter. Look, there...

There are eight stones. There still are stones. Here put it on, huh?

Gee, it's got a slide fastener and everything.

Yeah, it's a little stiff, though.

- There you are. - Oh, Bill!

It's charming. That's what it is, Bill, it's just charming.

Oh, I'm glad you like it, honey.

- Put it on my other wrist, will you? - What for?

Well, this is my right one and I use a lot.

It might get in the way of things and get broken.

- My left arm I don't use it so much. - Oh, sure.

- If I can get it off here. - I guess it's stiff 'cause it's new, hm?

Wait a minute, now.

Oh...

Here it is... Ow!

- Sorry. - Happy anniversary, Bill.

Same to you, baby.

- Hey, what are you doing? - Throw the ball over here!

Bill! Bill!

Bill, the union call! The union call!

Hello, Pop Prima? Bill Cummings.

Yeah... Yeah, sure!

Yeah. Veller Brothers. V-E-L-L-E-R Brothers?

175 Harper, Brooklyn. Yeah. Tonight?

Oh, swell, Pop! Yeah, thanks very much.

Thanks, Pop. Oh, swell!

Turret lathe operator, experience required, night shift, bring your own tools.

The tool box!

Not enough.

It's not enough.

It's all I've got.

Ever work on a crankshaft grinder?

- No, I got called for a lathe job. - We build that. Can you handle it?

- Well, I... - Well?

- Yeah, I think so. Sure. - What makes you think so?

I've done all kinds of precision work, I ought to be able to handle that.

Okay, get it set up. And grind these journals to print size.

Two inches, 872 thousandths.

Okay.

- All right. Let's go. - Alright, Charlie, give him a hand.

Let's have a look.

Gimme a mike.

Thanks.

Okay. Come on, Charlie.

Bill! Bill! - John, how are you?

- When did you get here? - Tonight. How about you?

Last night, and it's OK, except for the night shift.

Did you ever work in the night shift, Bill?

No.

Employment Service. Eight-thirty to six.

- So you went to work in a war plant? - Yeah.

All of a sudden there were jobs for everybody.

We felt so darn good about it, we almost forgot it didn't mean prosperity.

Meant war.

The plant's closed now.

Here, have a cigarette. Is it okay?

- Sure, go ahead. - Thanks.

There you are.

- But your job was a good one, wasn't it? - Yeah, it was okay.

Except for it being the night shift. That isn't on the form.

What's the matter, didn't you like being on the night shift?

Yeah, night shift's okay.

Yeah, sure. Night work's fine.

For a single man, great.

For a married man...

Hi...

Bill?

Morning, Bill.

Susie.

Susie!

Susie?

Susie! Susie! Su...

- How are you doing? - Swell.

Hey! What are you doing up?

- Waiting for you. - What for?

- You shouldn't have. - Says who?

I say.

You know, you can't be staying up till all hours...

...just because I happen to work at night.

How else am I going to see you then?

You've just got to accept the fact, that's all.

That's too sensible.

Listen, when you have to work all day, you can't do it without sleep.

I can manage.

That's just it, you can't.

You've got to stick to a routine, that's all.

I don't like routine.

So I work at night, so I have to get used to it.

Can't do your job without sleep. I know I couldn't do mine.

Thousands of people work at night.

I was beginning to forget what you looked like.

If I didn't get my sleep, I'd fall flat on my nose. So will you.

I say only for tonight, dear...

Hey.

Mrs. Cummings!

Mrs. Cummings!

Not you, Meg. Mrs. Cummings!

- I'm coming. - You're wanted on the telephone.

All right.

Hello?

Hello, Susie? Say, I've got wonderful news for you.

No, not a raise. ...Two weeks off with pay!

- Two weeks! - Two weeks with workman's compensation.

I got my hand caught in the machine and busted my finger. Isn't it great?

...construction of the New York World's Fair of 1939 is speeded up.

The Fair is distributing 150 million dollars to American industry.

12,000 workers will profit from the wages paid to convert a salt marsh...

into a land of enchantment, so prosperity comes to thousands...

...as New York builds the world of tomorrow.

At Santa Monica, California...

So they've warmed it up and there she goes.

Excuse me, could you shut that brat up?

Come on, Bill.

He sure makes a lot of noise, doesn't he?

- Say, what do you think he weighs? - I don't know, he's awful heavy, though.

How old do you think he is?

Oh. about a year old, I guess. Oh, golly.

- I hope Johanna has red hair too. - She better not have.

You know, Martha was saying the other day...

...she's got a lot of the kids' clothes left over from when they were babies.

- We could use those. - Where'd she sleep?

Oh, there's plenty of room in the bedroom for a crib.

You'd have to quit your job.

Well, that would work, you've got enough salary now.

Oh, Bill...

Gee, honey, suppose Jo had come last year when I was out of work?

- Well, we'd have managed. - Suppose she'd gotten sick?

We'd have managed.

I don't know, when I was a kid, we were really down and out.

- I want everything to be right for Jo. - Well, maybe we'd be lucky, maybe...

...if and when Jo comes we'll be able to give her the things we want her to have.

- Give "him". Thank you. Thank you a lot.

- Not at all. Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Do you want to see the rest of the movie?

Uh-uh. Come on, let's go.

Baby, if things keep going the way they are and if I keep my job,

maybe next spring, huh?

Heil! Sieg heil!

Sieg heil!

Bill, you gotta get up. You're late!

The alarm didn't go off, it's quarter past six.

Susie, I'll never make it, I've got to be there at six-thirty.

All you gotta do is shave and get dressed while I get your breakfast.

What'll they do if you're late? I don't know, honey. Court-martial, maybe.

- Oh, Bill! - Guard house, maybe. I don't know.

Oh, you gotta hurry.

Here, Bill.

Oh, Bill!

Susie, what's the matter?

- Baby, what's wrong? - Oh, Bill, I told you last night.

I told you there wasn't any food in the house...

...and you wouldn't let me go to the store.

- Honey, that's all right. - There isn't any sugar,

we haven't got enough coffee, and the milk is sour.

Baby, it doesn't matter.

Yeah, but... you aren't going to be inducted without your breakfast.

Oh, Susie!

Look, baby, they'll give me breakfast at the induction center.

They don't take guys into the Army and not feed them.

Yeah, but I wanted to chip my piece for you.

Well, that's all right, honey, we'll just have some coffee, huh?

- Nice hot coffee. - Okay.

- Swell. - Oh, Bill, you're bleeding!

It's nothing, Susan. I'll just use my styptic pencil.

- Where is it? - Hm? What?

My styptic pencil, Susie, it ought to be right here.

It was there but I threw it out.

You what?

I was cleaning up and I saw some things you didn't want.

At least I didn't think you'd want them again and I threw it out.

Oh.

You threw it out.

Bill, it wasn't that I was in a hurry.

You make me feel like I...

- Oh, Bill, I was just cleaning up. - It's all right, Susie.

- It's just a little cut. - Oh, Bill!

Hey, what time is it?

Oh, what time is it? What time is it?

Oh, Bill, it's 6.25.

- Keep calm, baby. - They'll call you a deserter, Bill.

Never mind, I'll make it. Oh, my sweater.

Your sweater.

- Here you are. - My papers.

Your papers... oh, your kit.

- And coffee, Bill. - Haven't got time.

Bill, the Army wouldn't want you without your coffee.

OK.

Bill... I forgot to turn it on.

Susie.

Oh, Susie.

Darling, what am I going to do without you?

You take care of yourself here.

I'll see you later, baby.

Bill! Come back! Come back, Bill!

Listen, you gotta come back.

Don't you remember?

We set the clock ahead last night on purpose.

We set the clock ahead.

We've got 15 minutes more, Bill.

We've got 15 minutes more.

Employment Service. Employment Service.

Sorry, we're closing now. Eight a.m. tomorrow.

Well, I had a lot of experience with a tank repair outfit overseas.

Same kind of a job a foreman would have, only maybe a little more responsibility.

You did? For long?

Well, it's not on my form, but nearly two years.

- Good night, Sam. - Good night, Charlie

- Well, I can't promise you anything. - Yeah, I see.

Your experience and background...

- Night, Sam! - See you downstairs.

Hello? Mr. Garrety, please.

He's the personnel manager.

- Good night, Brewer. - Good night.

- Why don't you sit down? - Thanks.

Oh, Garrety? Brewer. Are you still looking for that foreman?

Well, I've got just the man for you.

- Thanks, Mr. Brewer. - Good night.

Right.

Uh... right!

- It's not a job. it's just an interview. - Uh-huh.

But he won't fill it until he talks to you.

- Here's your introduction card. - Okay.

- Oh, thanks, Mr. Brewer. - Good luck, Cummings.

Yeah, sorry to have kept you so long.

Not at all.

- Going down! - Hold it!

- Going down! - Hold it!

Charlie. Charlie!

Let it go.

Let it go!

Charlie, come in the other room help Jake, will you?

- Come on, Barbara. - Where are you going, Timmy?

I gotta go see Maxwell and tell him goodbye.

- Alright, you be back here in 10 minutes. - Sure, Ma.

- Don't make me have to call you. - Come on, Barbara.

Martha, ain't gonna put these in, because if you ain't, I'll take them.

- We need 'em, Ma. - They got holes.

Well, we're taking them to the farm, see?

Susie, I don't want to tell you it's easy, 'cause it isn't.

It's no rolling off a log.

There'll be pain and crying and you'll wonder what hit you.

The doctor says I was born to have children.

Sure, but he never had any!

You just hang on to one thought all the way through.

The first time you hold that kid in your arms,

you'll forget everything that happened.

- Martha! - Yeah, Ma.

The handle is broke.

And right away, you'll want to have another baby.

- Look. - We need it, Ma.

Okay, it's...

What did you say about a baby?

Oh. quiet, Ma! Bill don't even know yet.

- A baby... a baby! - Shh!

Alice, Alice, Margie, Susie's going to have a baby!

- Susie, that's marvelous. - That's the stuff, toots.

- Thanks. - Oh, I could just bawl.

- Jake, ain't it touching? - Ah, shut up!

- What's he you gonna call him? - Johanna.

- Johanna? - What's the matter, don't you like kids?

Hey, Susie, sit down, come on, now, you gotta rest.

Oh, Hank!

Well, she's gotta stay off her feet, don't she?

- That's right. - Look, honey, Anything you want to know,

just come to Hank, he can tell you all about it.

Hey, Bill, did you hear about Susie? She's going to have a baby.

Yeah.

- Did you get a job yet, Bill? - Hey, hey...

No, I got an interview coming up Monday.

Hey, an interview!

Gee, that's swell, Bill.

Certainly it's swell, he'll get the job okay.

- An interview! - Yeah, and in a few years' time...

...he'll be buying a farm out in New Jersey, just like Martha and me.

- Hank, you dope! - It'll be great for your kid.

What are you talking farms for? The guy's without a job,

he's got a wife and now a baby to support.

What's the matter with you, ain't you got no faith in the future?

I'm just saying this ain't no time to be making big plans.

Don't put your finger in my face!

- He's right, Hank. - A pig's eye, he's right!

He's just like his father, may he rest in peace.

And what was the matter with my father?

- Where's Timmy and Barbara? - You people all think you're so smart!

- How do you know what's gonna happen next? - That's right!

How do you know we ain't gonna have another Depression?

How do you know the world ain't gonna take a nose dive?

- That's right! - And look at her.

- She's worried to death, ain't you! - No, I'm not.

And him, look at him. Just back from fighting the war and he's out of a job.

- No wonder the guy has sunk! - That's right!

Listen, stupid, give them a little time, will you?

Just because Tim Bagley's out and you're out with him...

...that don't make no difference to Bill.

- What do you mean it don't make no difference? - He wants to make an honest living!

Oh, an honest living? How, how, tell me how!

At the Unemployment Service, it's a great thing!

He's right, Jake.

You can't find a job if there ain't any!

- The doctor couldn't be mistaken, huh? - No, Bill.

- Said you're going to be all right? - Yes, Bill.

- You're strong enough, aren't you? - Couldn't be healthier.

Well...

I'd better make it good when I see Garrety tomorrow.

Yeah, you'd better.

- Bill? - Yeah?

Scared?

Yeah.

- Bill! - Yeah, I'm scared, honey.

But there's nothing wrong with being scared.

We'll be scared lots of times.

Star light, star bright, first star I've seen tonight.

Where? I don't see any stars.

There aren't any.

We don't need them any more.