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Get lost!

Oh, good evening, Mrs. Jones.

Good evening, Mrs. Fiorentino. I hope it's hot enough for you!

Oh, terrible!

Have you ever seen such heat?

I get through with the supper dishes and I'm wet from head to foot.

Ain't a dry stitch on me neither.

So I just take off my corset and let myself spread.

I think I'll take a nice hot bath before I go to bed.

The trouble with a bath is that when you get done,

you're just about as hot again as when you begun.

-Ain't it awful the heat, ain't it awful. -Ain't it awful the heat, ain't it awful.

-Don't know what I'm gonna do. -Don't know what I'm gonna do.

-God, I'm sweating! -My dog's fretting,

and I'm soaking wet all through.

-Don't know what I'm gonna do! -Don't know what I'm gonna do!

Good evening.

Good evening, Mrs. Olsen.

I think it's more cooler in the cellar.

A heat like this I don't remember.

We'll all be wishing for this is December.

My baby's crying, crying all day.

They feel the heat more than we do I say.

My dog Queenie is just dragging around. Her tail ain't wagging, just hanging down.

-My baby gets teeth, it hurts her gums. -My kids nearly chew off their thumbs.

-The heat on babe and pregnant lady. -This morning it just drove me crazy.

Oh!

Ain't it awful the heat, ain't it awful.

Don't know what I'm gonna do.

-Oh, the heat, oh! -Damn mosquito!

I'm sweating through and through!

Don't know what I'm gonna do!

-Good evening. -Good evening.

Papa, here's your tea.

Haven't you finished your paper yet? It makes it so hot with the lights on.

All right, put it out.

There is anyhow nothing to read in these bourgeois papers.

Oh, the murders! Oh, the murders!

Oh, the murders in the capitalist papers.

Man kills his soulmate and throws her in the gutter.

Ten year old daughter, burns up her mother...

Nothing but opium for the working class. Oh, the murders in the capitalist press!

...And there she stood without a stitch on!

Oh, the scandals! Oh, the scandals!

Oh, the scandals in the capitalist papers!

Girl picks up sailor boy and dopes him while he's tight.

Boston playboy loses trousers in a nightclub fight.

People want bread and they give them this to fret,

oh, the scandals in the capitalist press!

-Ain't it awful the heat, ain't it awful! -Oh, the papers!

Don't know what I'm gonna do.

Oh boy, what a scorcher, this is torture.

-Only hope I live it through. -Oh, the scandals.

Don't know what I'm gonna do!

Don't know what I'm gonna do!

Oh!

I got a marble and a star,

and the star is in my pocket too.

Got a marble and a star,

the star is in my pocket too.

If you be real good, I'll show that star to you.

Henry, what about that kitchen faucet of mine?

-I'll get to it first thing in the morning! -Uh-huh.

I've got a halo and a hat,

but my halo I don't wear.

Got a halo and a hat,

my halo I don't wear.

I'm gonna save that halo

until I get up there.

Come in, come in, wherever you are!

Hey, Ma!

Why don't you go upstairs instead of yelling like that?

-Hey, Ma! -What is it, Willie?

Give me a dime, will you? I want to get a cone.

-Good evening. -Good evening, Mrs. Maurrant.

How many cones have you had today, already?

I'm hot. All the other guys are having cones.

-Come on give me a dime. -Well, it's the last one.

You certainly don't speak very nice to your mother.

I'd like to hear one of mine talking that way to me.

Alright. Catch it, Willie.

And don't come home too late.

Why don't you come down and be sociable, Mrs. Maurrant?

I'm keeping some supper warm for my husband.

Well, maybe I will for just a minute.

-Come in, come in, wherever you are. -Come in, come in, wherever you are.

She has her troubles with that Willie.

I guess it don't bother her much. She's got her mind on other things.

He was coming again to see her.

-Who? Sankey? -Are you sure, Mrs. Olsen?

I see him. I was sitting on the stoop.

-That's terrible! -Get a load of this!

You wouldn't think a woman with a grown-up daughter

would be fooling with men like she hadn't ought to.

What do you think of that?

Two times already this week, I've seen him here.

I've seen that man myself last week. He had the gall to stop and speak!

He was coming out as I came in,

"Good morning," says he, putting on a grin.

"Good morning," says I, looking him in the eye.

There's me and my dog passing right on by.

-Ain't he got a nerve. -Ain't he got a nerve.

I said to myself now what a disgrace as both of them are married too.

A woman ought to know her place and act like decent women do.

Ain't she got no shame, ain't she got no shame.

Ain't she got no shame, ain't she got no shame.

A woman ought to know her place and act like decent women do.

Get a load of that!

-Oh, be careful! -She's coming!

-Goodness, ain't it hot. -I feel like a wet dish rag.

I would have liked to come to the park concert tonight

if Rose had got home in time.

My husband don't care for music.

But Rose is more like me. Just crazy about it.

Ain't she home yet?

No, I think, maybe she had to work overtime.

Well, all mine ever does is come home to sleep.

Ah, the young girls nowadays...

My sister was writing me in Sweden the same thing.

It ain't only the young ones either.

-Olga! -I bet you the baby, she's crying again!

Those foreigners don't know about bringing up babies.

Foreigners know just as much as other people, Mrs. Jones.

I'm not talking about the Germans.

You Germans is different, more like the Irish.

What I mean is all those square-heads

-and Polacks... -Good evening!

-Good evening. -Good evening.

-Hello, Sam. -Hello, Mrs. Maurrant.

-Is Rose upstairs? -No. She's not home from work yet.

Oh, I just thought that she might want to walk around to the library with me.

Goodness, Sam. Are you off to the library again?

Well, I've finished these, so I've got to get myself something to read.

I used to love reading too. But lately, well...

I just seem to have got out of the habit.

I wouldn't know how to get along without reading.

It means more to me than food or sleep, or anything.

I've read at least one book every day since I was 10.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go or the library will be closing.

-I'll tell Rose you were asking for her. -Thank you.

He's such a nice boy.

So quiet and gentle...

Well, he certainly can't have much on his mind

if he has time for all that reading.

I think it's wonderful to have something like that to put your heart and soul into.

Rose says he's just about the brightest boy she ever met

-and she's sure some day... -Good evening, ladies.

Good evening, Mr. Buchanan.

Well, I hope it's hot enough for you.

How's your wife feeling in this weather?

Oh, she don't complain about the weather. She's afraid to leave the house.

Thinks maybe she wouldn't get back in time in case... you know.

I was the same way with my Vincent.

But with May I was up and out till the very last minute.

Mr. Buchanan, do you think she would like some nice minestrone?

Good Italian vegetable soup.

Much obliged Mrs. Fiorentino,

but she can't seem to keep anything on her stomach.

That why I ran out, to get her an orange.

I'm-- I'm sort of jittery, I guess.

I'll sure be glad when we get this over with.

Honest, the way the men carry on

you'd think it was them that was having the baby.

Well, in a way I think it's harder for the man.

No, I mean it!

When a woman has a baby, assuming that she can,

she shouldn't overlook the fact that it's awful hard on a man!

When a woman has a baby it is hard on a man.

That's the way it is with me, folks, I'm under a nervous strain...

And even though I'm not laid up I can hardly stand the pain.

The poor girl, the fella can understand the pain.

She tells me all her fears and nearly drives me silly,

she thinks the baby's eyes will cross and he'll look like cousin Tilly.

-Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! -I cannot seem to please her,

no matter how I try.

She wants soft-shell crabs at Christmas

and oysters in July.

Of course, I'm just a beginner that's why I'm in this state.

I guess I'll be much calmer when we get to number eight.

It's easy for a mother to produce a Mike or Abie.

It's Dad who has to pay and pay when a woman has a baby.

-Danny! -I'm on my way up, baby!

Danny!

I think it's coming maybe!

Well, I'm glad it's her and not me that has to go through it.

Oh, I don't know.

Sometimes when I look back that was the happiest time of my life.

It's a wonderful thing to be young like that...

-Good evening, Mr. Maurrant. -Evening.

Some honey of a day!

Have you been working all this while?

I would say dress-rehearsal, with lights, in this weather.

And tomorrow I've got to go to New Haven with the rest of the crew

for the try-out.

Oh, you're going to New Haven tomorrow?

Yeah, what about it?

Why, nothing.

Oh, I've got some cabbage and potatoes on the stove for you.

All I want is a good wash. Anybody upstairs?

No. Willie's off playing and I think Rose is working overtime.

I never heard of nobody working nights in a real estate office.

Well, the office is close tomorrow on account of Mr. Gordon's funeral.

He was the head of the firm.

Never mind all that!

She shouldn't be staying out nights without us knowing where she is.

Well, she didn't say a word about not coming home, but...

That's what I'm saying, ain't it?

It's a mother's job to know where her daughter's going.

Things are different now from what they used to be.

Not in my family!

They're not going to be no different,

not as long as I've got something to say!

-Hello, Mr. Maurrant. -Yeah...

-Come in, come in, wherever you are. -Come in, come in, wherever you are.

Good evening, ladies.

Good evening, Mr. Jones.

The baby's teeth hurt her.

I'm just going to the drug store for some paregoric!

What that kid needs is a good spanking, instead of being spoiled with paregoric.

You're just feeling the heat.

I guess your husband is too, Mrs. Maurrant?

Well, he's been working till just now.

Men are all alike. They're all easy to get along with,

so long as everything is going the way they want it to.

But once it don't... goodnight.

I guess it's just the same with the women.

Well, the way I look at it you get married "for better, for worse."

And if it turns to be worse, why all you can do is make the best of it.

I think the trouble is people don't make allowances.

After all, we're all human.

We can't just go along by ourselves all the time.

Somehow, I never could believe

that life was meant to be all dull and grey.

Somehow, I always will believe

there'll be a brighter day.

Folks should try to find a way to get along together,

a way to make the world a singing, happy place...

full of laughter and kind words

and friendliness on everybody's face.

But somehow in the world that I grew up in,

the streets were dark with misery and distress.

The endless daily grind was too much for them.

It took away all hope of happiness.

When I was a girl I remember

I used to dream about a party dress to wear.

But I never had a party dress...

and I guess my dreams got lost somewhere.

Nobody seemed to care.

But when I grew up, I said I'll make it,

for I believed there'd be a lucky star above me.

In the fairy tales I read, the maiden always said:

I know I'll find a fairy prince to love me.

So I went wandering down the pavements of New York.

And through the subway's roaring tunnels underground...

Hoping that I'd discover some wonderful lover.

Frank

was the one that I found.

Oh, on the day that we were married

I took a flower from my bouquet

and I pressed it in a book,

and put the book away...

Sometimes now I go and take a look.

The flower's dry, the perfume's gone,

the petals all turned grey.

Oh, dream of love!

Should love turn out that way?

Should love turn out that way?

But then the babies came.

Their little arms made a ring-around-a-rosy about me.

Yet as they grew older, they too seemed to grow away,

until even Willie, my little boy Willie,

seems he can get along without me.

I don't know,

it looks like something awful happens in kitchens

where women wash their dishes.

Days turn to months, months turn to years.

The greasy soapsuds drown our wishes.

There's got to be a little happiness somewhere!

Some hand to touch that's warm and kind!

And there must be two smiling eyes somewhere...

that will smile back into mine.

I never could believe

that life was meant to be all dull and grey.

I always will believe

there'll be a brighter day.

Good evening, folks! Is it hot enough for you?

-Good evening. -Good evening.

-Good evening. -Good evening, Mr. Sankey.

I don't know when we've had a day like this.

It was up to 94 at 3 p.m.

Six dead in Chicago and no relief in sight.

Well, it's good for the milk business.

Yeah, I'm just after pouring half a bottle down the sink.

You shouldn't throw it away. You should make, what do you call it,

schmierkˑˑase.

Yes, pot cheese. My wife makes it too once in a while.

Is your wife alright again, Mr. Sankey?

You were telling me last time she had a cold.

Was I? Oh, sure, sure! That was a couple of weeks ago.

Yes, sure. She's alright again.

You got a family too, ain't you?

Yes. Yes, I have. Two little girls.

Well, I told my wife I'd go down to the drug store

to get her some nice cold ginger ale.

Well, if you ask me all that gassy stuff don't do you a bit of good.

I guess you're right at that. Still, it cools you off.

Well... Goodnight, folks. I'll see you all again.

-Goodnight. -Goodnight.

-Goodnight. -Goodnight.

-What's that guy's name? Sankey? -Yeah. Mr. Sankey.

He's the collector for the milk company.

Danny!

I wonder what's become of Willie.

I think I'd better walk down to the corner and look for him.

My husband don't like it if he stays out too late.

-Get a load of that! -Get a load of that!

-Get a load of that! -Get a load of that!

Looking out for Willie, you heard her say? Who's she fooling going off that way?

She must think we're dumb!

What about him and the drug store?

He just strolled by for some ginger ale.

Boy, ain't that a whale of a tail!

"Good evening, folks," like on the radio.

Did you think that Maurrant might know?

Well, men don't seem to have any eyes

and the husbands are always the last to get wise!

What do you mean by that?

I'd hate to be in Sankey's shoes when somebody tells Maurrant the news.

No man who's a man will stand for that

and live with a wife who's an alley cat!

Bet your life on that! Bet your life on that!

Bet your life on that!

No man who's a man will stand for that and live with a wife who's an alley cat.

-Some day her husband is killing him! -That would be terrible.

He's liable to that, you know, he has a wicked look in his eyes.

Well, it's no more than he deserves the little rabbit!

What do you think? I just seen them together.

-Him and her. -What did I tell you?

Where did you see them?

In the entrance to the warehouse. They were standing right close together.

And him with his hands upon her shoulders.

-It's just awful, ain't it? -You didn't notice if they was kissing?

No, I felt so ashamed for them. I could hardly look at all.

Look out Maurrant's coming!

-Good evening, Mr. Maurrant. -Evening. What's become of my wife?

She said she was going around the corner to look for Willie.

-Oh. -They need a lot of looking after

when they're that age.

Hello Margherita!

Would you look at your hubby, Mrs. F. He's sure got his hands full.

Be careful you don't drop any.

Who wants an ice cream cone?

-A nice fresh ice cream cone! -Here, give me your violin.

Thank you, Mrs. Jones. And here's for you a nice fresh ice cream cone.

Thank you, Mr. Fiorentino, careful you don't drop any.

And, Mr. Olsen, here's one for you.

-And one for the missus. -Much obliged!

Thanks Mr. Fiorentino.

And Mrs. Fiorentino.

Here's for you. The nice fresh ice cream cone.

Oh! It makes me too fat.

Oh no! Ten pound more, nobody can tell the difference.

Oh, Lippo!

-First time I come to the America... -What happened?

The first thing I see is the ice cream cone.

-The ice cream cone! -The ice cream cone!

And ever since I lick my tongue on it,

I cannot leave it alone.

-Ah! The ice cream cone! -Ah! The ice cream cone!

-Ah! The ice cream cone. -Ah! The ice cream cone.

As long as I stay in the America,

I never get tired of the ice cream cone.

Ah, you're a sketch!

It's wonderful! It's marvellous!

And all for a dime!

As good as any king can get on his throne!

Hats off to the ice cream cone! Three cheers for the ice cream cone!

-I dream! -Ice cream!

-I scream! -Ice cream!

I dream, ice cream, I scream, ice cream. I'm nuts about ice cream.

-I'm nuts about ice cream. -I scream, ice cream.

-I'm nuts about ice cream. -I dream, ice cream.

When I go into the drugstore,

ah, it is the wonderful spot!

There you find the marble fountain with a bill of fare, cold and hot.

The doctor, sailor or worker can sit on a little round seat

and buy from the soda jerker a million good things to eat.

When I go into the drugstore

I give a wonderful song.

I find the marble fountain with a bill of fare cold and hot.

You can get chicken hash! You can get potato mash!

You can get summer squash!

-But I want succotash! -Okay!

Baked beans, chop suey, lemon pie, gooey,

chocolate cake and potted steak, and corn-a-flake, and milk-a-shake,

and marmalade, enough to make your belly ache.

But of all the drugstore...

But of all the drugstore...

Of all the drugstore, ice cream is the queen!

Of all the drugstore, ice cream is the queen!

Ah!

Vanilla!

-Ah, vanilla! -Ah, vanilla!

-Ah, tortoni! -Ah, spumoni!

Chocolate and coconut, pineapple and pecan.

-Strawberry! Maple Walnut! -The gift of the gods to man!

And how about the sodas!

And the banana splits?

-Fudge sundae. -That's Monday!

-The whipped cream special... -Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

-Hallelujah! -When I go into the drugstore

it is the wonderful spot.

Where I sit, a royal king,

and eat more ice cream,

-more ice cream... -Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Ice cream!

-Here's your wife now, Mr. Maurrant. -Where?

Hello, Mrs. Maurrant. Why not come to the park concerto.

I was waiting for Rose but she didn't get home.

-Is she home yet, Frank? -No, she ain't.

Where you been all this while?

Well, I've been out looking for Willie.

I'll give him a good fanning when I get hold of him.

Oh, don't whip him, Frank. Please don't.

All boys are wild like that when they're that age.

It's all according to how they're handled.

And if you can't make him behave, I will.

If I have to beat the daylights out of him to do it!

Mr. Maurrant, let me ask you please a question.

Yeah?

Do you think by beatings you can make in a child improvements?

Who's asking you?

Excuse me, I'm asking you.

By beatings you can get submission, but not a change in character.

If you treat somebody like an animal, he will act like an animal.

He's in again!

How about minding your own business?

This is a fundamental question

which is the business of everyone who is interested in human progress.

-Papa, it's time to go to bed. -Let me alone, Shirley.

because you have power over your child you think it gives you the right

to impose upon him by force your own standards of morality.

Lay off that stuff, I'm telling you!

I'm running my own family the way I want to run it!

This is what I'm trying to explain to you.

It is this philosophy which results in imperialism

and war and the exploitation of the workers by the capitalist classes.

It is the basis of our whole rotten social and economic system.

To hell with all that radical hooey!

I've been a working man all my life and I got no kick against the system.

We plenty rich, this country.

Oh, sure, the rich is plenty rich.

But upstairs a woman with three children can't pay the rent

and our bourgeois laws

gives to the landlord the right to turn her in the street.

And if you was to divide all the money in the country

in six months, it would be right back where it is now.

-That's right, Mr. Maurrant. -You said it.

Who was talking about dividing money?

We must have a new conception of society based upon human need,

not human greed.

And this will require maybe a revolution.

Well, we don't want no revolution in this country, see?

I know all about that stuff!

Teaching kids there ain't no God and that their grandfathers was monkeys.

-Atheism. Like they got in Russia, huh? -Yeah!

This is all bourgeois propaganda

to take the minds of the workers from the class struggle.

All right! We've heard enough.

You'd better lay off with that rev' talk

-or you're liable to get your head busted. -Frank...

-Papa! -Alright! I should argue

with a roughneck ignoramus!

Who is an ignoramus? Why you goddamn...

-Wait a minute. -Let me go!

You ought to be ashamed to talk that way to an old man.

Alright, let me go. I ain't gonna do nothing.

But I'm telling you, it's time we put a stop to that kind of talk

into the kind of things going on out there.

It's time we got back to the way things used to be.

Let things be like they always was.

That's good enough for me.

Let things again be safe and sound

the way they used to be.

What's going on? Why is it so bad?

If you ask me, the world is going mad!

Look at these new-fangled ideas going around.

Free love, divorce, and birth control...

Young girls smoking cigarettes, their dresses up around their necks

and men coming in breaking up decent people's homes.

But it ain't gonna be that way around here, you hear?

You hear?

If anyone in my house wants that kind of stuff...

Oh no! Oh no!

My kids are gonna be brought up right!

Not running the streets as if they're wild all night.

In the old day they didn't carry on that way

and I'm telling you they ain't gonna do it today.

With me that stuff will never go.

In my house I run the show!

Let things be like they always was.

That's good enough for me.

That's good enough

for me.

And I tell you it's time something was done

-to put the fear of God into people. -Good for you.

-Sure thing. -Just the same with me.

-You're damn right. -You bet I'm right.

And if all these lousy foreigners that are going around don't like it,

why the hell don't they go back where they came from?

It's nothing wrong to be a foreigner, Mr. Maurrant.

Many good people are foreigners.

Sure, just look at Italians! Just look at Cristoforo Columbo,

the first man to discover America.

-Was Italian, like me! -I'm not saying anything about that.

The first man is Leif Ericson.

What's that?

-The first man is Leif Ericson. -No, no, no!

-Columbo... -Leif Ericson...

-Oh, here to the school... -What's that?

Oh, it's Jenny coming home from graduation.

My! Don't the girls look pretty.

My God, flowers and everything...

And tomorrow they'll be dispossessed.

Just the same, first man was Leif Ericson.

Oh, hello, Jenny!

What do you think, folks? Jenny won a prize!

-Oh, please! -You ought to be proud of it.

Just think, she won the art prize and a scholarship to the Art School.

You did? Good for you, Jenny.

-I can't. -Sure, you can.

Go on. There's nothing to be bashful about.

Well, I...

Dearest friends and neighbours, why should I feel this way?

I don't know why I want to cry...

it's been such a wonderful day!

We sat in our snowy-white dresses,

and then it was my time to go.

"Your diploma!" they said, and I took it,

wrapped in a ribbon and tied in a bow.

I felt like it must feel in heaven,

what greater joy was there to know,

then my mother gave me all these flowers

wrapped in a ribbon and tied in a bow.

Happy me! Could it be what I dared to hope in my heart.

That I was the best in the scholarship test

of the "Gillihan School of Applied Commercial Art."

-I could hardly believe when I heard it. -On you we must proudly bestow.

Here's the annual Gillihan Trophy!

Wrapped in a ribbon and tied in a bow.

Good for you! Good for you! And for you, and for you, and you too!

That's fine, Mrs. Hildebrand. Makes you feel okay, I bet you.

Oh yes, it does. I feel so proud and happy.

But when I think of tomorrow

and how we're all going to be dispossessed. It's just so awful.

Don't think of unhappy tomorrow, a brighter day's coming, I know.

And I'm sure you will find more good fortune

wrapped in a ribbon and tied in a bow.

-I bet Jenny will find a rich husband. -Oh, please, Mr. Fiorentino!

Every pay day he'll bring home a million!

Wrapped in a ribbon and tied in a bow!

In a year, you will hear, she is knitting little pink boots.

And one happy day, your granddaughter will say,

"Oh please, grandma, let's go ride the chute-the-chutes!"

And then you'll have Mary and Charlie just think of how far they can go.

We'll buy mama a car and a gas stove.

Wrapped in a ribbon and tied in a bow!

Good for you! Good for you! And for you, and for you, and you too!

A gas stove is just what I wished for with an oven that's not so damn slow.

Sure, the landlord will send one for Christmas.

Wrapped in a ribbon and tied in a bow.

Oh see it's a wishing star falling!

I'm wishing a wish full of dough!

Wait!

Wrapped in a ribbon and tied in a bow.

School is done, let's have fun! Let's kick out that old Mister Blues.

Come on, take my hand, it is grand, it is grand,

to be young and be gay and be singing out the blues.

And tonight we are having a party...

Oh, please! Please won't you sing low.

To our street has come good news and glory,

wrapped in a ribbon and tied in a bow.

Now I'm going to dance. Who's going to dance with me?

-Mrs. Maurrant, come on after you! -Oh no!

You're enjoying this now, hey, Mrs. Maurrant?

I always love to dance.

Look out! You're blocking traffic.

I see you're having a little dance. Say, go right ahead.

Don't let me stop you.

Oh, that's alright. I guess we've danced about enough.

It's a pretty hot night for dancing.

Yes, it is.

Well, I've got to be going along. Goodnight, folks.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Off to bed children.

Who is that guy?

Why, that's Mr. Sankey. He's the milk collector.

What's he hanging around here for?

He lives down the block somewhere.

He's just out getting his wife some ginger ale.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Well, what I want to know is why is Rose not home yet?

-I told you, Frank. -I'm telling you this.

You ought to be looking after your kids instead of doing so much dancing.

That's the first time I've danced in I don't know when.

Willie, what's the matter?

He was having a fight, so I thought I'd bring him...

-Oh, Willie. Have you been fighting again? -That bum ain't gonna say that to me.

-Who's been saying things to you? -That big bum, Joe Connolly, that's who!

-I'll knock his guts out next time! -Shut up your swearing, do you hear?

I'll give you something to ball for.

What did he say to you?

-What did he say to you? -Ow! Let go of my arm!

What difference does it make what a little street loafer says?

Nobody's asking you!

Go on up to bed and I'll...

Go on.

Beat it!

Wait, Willie, I'll go with you.

Are you coming up, Frank?

No, I ain't.

I'm going around to Callahan's for a drink.

And if Rose ain't home when I get back...

there's gonna be trouble.

Well...

-Goodnight all. -Goodnight.

Oh, Lippo!

-Say, you missed it all. -What?

There was dancing, see? And who should come along but Sankey!

There was the three of them. Mr. Maurrant looking at Sankey

as if he's ready to kill him. Mrs. Maurrant as white as a sheet.

And Sankey as innocent as a babe unborn.

-Did he say something? -No.

Not until after Sankey was gone.

Then he wants to know who he is and what he's doing there.

"He's the milk collector," she said.

It's just awful.

Oh! Then Willie came home.

This boy, he says his Mama is a whore! And Willie he hit him!

-And what else is she? -Stop it!

Stop it! Can't you leave her alone? Have you no hearts?

Why do you tear her to pieces like a pack of wolves. It's cruel.

-What's the matter you? -Listen to him.

He's going off his nut too!

He reads too much book! Bad for you!

-I think he is loving the girl. -Yeah?

Well, that's all the Maurrant's need is for the son to get hooked up with him.

It's a fine house to be living in, ain't it?

Between the Maurrant's upstairs and that screwy bunch down here...

Ha! Well, come on upstairs.

No. I think I'll go around to Callahan's and shoot a little pool.

Him and his pool. Tomorrow he won't be fit to work again.

Ah, well! Goodnight.

-Goodnight, Mrs. Jones. -Goodnight, Mrs. Jones.

Margherita, if I ever catch you sleeping with the milkman,

I'm gonna break your neck!

Stop your foolishness, Lippo. And come to bed!

At night when everything is quiet,

this old house seems to breathe a sigh.

Sometimes I hear a neighbour snoring,

sometimes I hear a baby cry.

Sometimes I hear a staircase creaking,

sometimes a distant telephone.

Then the quiet settles down again...

The house and I are all alone.

Lonely house,

lonely me!

Funny, with so many neighbours,

how lonely it can be!

Oh, lonely street!

Lonely town!

Funny you can be so lonely...

with all these folks around.

I guess there must be something I don't comprehend.

Sparrows have companions,

even stray dogs find a friend.

The night for me is not romantic,

unhook the stars and take them down.

I'm lonely

in this lonely house,

in this lonely

town.

This is where I live Mr. Easter.

Oh, good evening, Miss Maurrant.

Good evening Mrs. Fiorentino.

Well, goodnight, Mr. Easter. I've had a lovely time.

Wait a minute. I've hardly had a chance to talk to you.

We've been doing nothing but talking since six o'clock.

No, we haven't. We've been eating and dancing.

-Rose... -Please, don't, Mr. Easter.

There's somebody coming.

-Good evening, Miss. Maurrant. -Good evening, Mrs. Olsen.

-How's the baby? -She was crying all the time.

Oh, the poor little thing. What a shame!

-Goodnight, Mrs. Olsen. -Goodnight, Miss. Maurrant.

She's got the cutest little baby you ever saw.

Yes, that's great. Rose, I'm crazy about you.

Please, let me go now.

It's awfully late and my father doesn't like it--

-Kiss me goodnight. -No.

Why not, huh? Just one kiss.

-No. -Yes.

It wasn't nice of you to do that.

I am clean off my nut about you.

You shouldn't keep looking at me in the office.

The other girls are beginning to pass hints about it.

Is that a fact? I guess I just can't keep my eyes off you.

Well... We've got to do something about it.

I guess the only thing for me to do is...

-look for another job. -It was just what I was thinking too.

A girl like you has no business to be working all day in a real estate office.

Why, you ought to be on the stage.

Don't be silly. How could I ever get a job on the stage?

It's just walking around the block for a girl that's got all you've got.

Leave it to me. I've got three or four friends...

in showbusiness!

Ever hear of Harry Porkins?

-No. -Well, he's put on a lot of musicals.

He's an old pal of mine and I just say to him,

"Harry, here's a little girl I'm interested in." And you'd be all set.

Wouldn't you like to be on Broadway and go dancing at the Zanzibar?

And have yourself an up-and-coming boyfriend

who can make any course in par? Hey, kid?

Wouldn't you like to be on Broadway and wear Bergdorf Goodman clothes?

Red alligator shoes, a bright gold anklet,

and seventeen dozen nylon hose? Hey, kid?

Wouldn't you like to see your name

in the bright lights and white lights that gleam and glow?

Wouldn't you like to be the leading lady in my heart

but also in some Broadway show?

Wouldn't you like some personal promotion

to a niche on the Great White Way?

Wouldn't you? Hey, kid? What do you say? Hey, kid?

Wouldn't you like to be on Broadway?

It's just a few blocks over, I know the way. Hey, kid, it's easy.

I'll show you the way.

Get out!

Oh, good evening!

Good evening, Mrs. Jones.

-It's been a terrible day, hasn't it? -Yeah. Awful.

I think your father's been kind of worried about you.

-Oh, has he? -Yeah.

Well, I've got to give Queenie her exercise. Goodnight.

Goodnight, Mrs. Jones.

I'll soon have all the neighbours talking about me.

What can they say, huh?

That they saw you saying goodnight to somebody on the front doorstep.

They can say worse than that.

-And what's more, they will too! -Just listen to what I'm telling you.

You won't have to worry about any of them.

Wouldn't you like to get away from this crummy old street?

Wouldn't you like to have a smart little place of your own?

Wouldn't you like to have two maids scrubbing your shoulder blades

in a bubble bath's sweet perfume?

Can't you hear the doorman at the stage door,

"Here's your car!" When we leave your dressing room.

Wouldn't you like to have the crowds applaud you

at your first night on the Great White Way?

Wouldn't you? Hey, kid? How about it? Hey, kid?

Wouldn't you like to be on Broadway?

It's just a few blocks over, I know the way. Hey kid, it's easy.

I'll show you the way.

-No! -Why not?

There's really nothing wrong about it, sweetheart.

No. And you mustn't call me "sweetheart."

-Why not? -Because I'm not your sweetheart.

But I want you to be! Why...

Think of all the good times we could have.

You, in a little apartment and all.

Maybe we could get us a little car.

And what about your wife?

The way I figure it, she doesn't have to know anything about it.

I don't think it's the way I'd want things to be.

I've looked in the windows at diamonds. They're beautiful, but they're cold.

I've seen Broadway stars in fur coats. That cost a fortune, so I'm told.

I guess I'd look nice in diamonds

and sables might add to my charms.

But if someone I don't care for should buy them,

I'd rather have two loving arms!

What good would the moon be

unless the right one shared its beams?

What good would dreams come true be, if love wasn't in those dreams?

And the primrose path, what would be the fun

of walking down a path like that without the right one?

What good would the night be unless the right lips whisper low?

Kiss me! Oh darling, kiss me,

while evening stars still glow.

No, it won't be a primrose path for me,

no, it won't be diamonds or gold,

but maybe there will be

someone who'll love me.

Someone who'll love just me,

to have and to hold.

My God! What was that? A murder?

It must be poor Mrs. Buchanan.

She's expecting a baby.

-Well, goodnight Mr. Easter. -Rose?

Look, here's my father! There'll only be an argument if he sees you.

Alright, I'll go! See you tomorrow.

-Hello, Pop. -Who was that guy you were talking to?

That's Mr. Easter. The manager at the office.

You been out with him?

Well, you see, Pop, the office is closed tomorrow

on account of Mr. Gordon's funeral.

So I had to stay late to get out some letters

and after that we went to dinner.

This is a hell of a time to be getting home from dinner.

Well, we danced afterwards.

Oh, you danced, huh? With a little necking on the side, is that it?

No, it isn't! And even if it were...

It's your business, is that it? Well, I make it my business, see?

Is this guy married?

I thought so! They're all alike, them guys!

All after the one thing!

Be quiet, Pop! And go upstairs before you wake everybody up.

-Ain't you coming up? -Not for a while.

I want to get a breath of air before I go up to that hot room.

Just get this straight.

No married man is gonna come nosing around my family.

Get me?

You just wait and see! Someday I will run off with someone.

Oh, what's the use?

Maybe I should say "Yes" to Mr. Easter and get out of this.

Still, I don't know...

What good would the moon be

unless the right one shed its beams?

What good would dreams come true be,

if love wasn't in those dreams?

And a primrose path,

what would be the fun

of walking down a path like that without the right one.

What good would the night be unless the right lips whisper low.

Kiss me! Oh, darling, kiss me, while evening stars still glow.

No, it won't be a primrose path for me,

no, it won't be diamonds or gold,

but maybe there will be

someone who'll love me.

Someone who'll love just me...

to have and to hold.

I think the baby's coming!

-Can I do anything, Mr. Buchanan? -If you wouldn't mind phoning the doctor.

Here's his number. And the other number's her sister.

Oh, and here's two nickels.

Just listen to her!

You go right on back and stop on the way and ask my mother to go up with you.

Alright, I will.

Hello, Rose. What's your hurry?

It's Mrs. Buchanan. I've got to phone the doctor.

Say, who's your little friend?

That's Rose Maurrant. She lives in the house.

She's kind of cute, ain't she?

According to you, anything in a skirt is kind of cute!

Providing the skirt is short enough!

Yeah. But ain't any of them as cute as you, Mae!

Yeah, go on, tell me some more.

Honest, I mean it. How about a little kiss?

You might show a little enthusiasm!

You seem to think I ought to hang out a flag

every time some jerk decides to wipe off his mouth on me.

-Don't be that way, sugar. I can't take it! -No kidding.

No, this is on the square.

Nobody ever had me jumping through hoops like you do.

Moon-faced, starry eyed, peaches and cream with nuts on the side.

I never knew there was anyone living like you.

Moon-faced, starry eyed. I'm gonna bust my vest with pride.

I never lived, Baby, not at all till I met you.

At six o'clock I expect your call, at seven o'clock I'm in the hall,

At eight o'clock if you don't come by, by nine o'clock, Baby, I die!

Moon-faced, starry eyed, cooking with gas when I'm by your side.

I swear my heart's nowhere without you.

Come on! I feel like stepping out!

Yeah, well, not me! I've been hippety-hopping on my dogs all night.

What the hell! You only live once!

The way I feel, that's twice too often!

You're losing your control. Come on, get it over the place!

Let go, will you! I'm pooped, I'm telling you.

I guess the trouble with you is you need another little shot.

No! I can't swallow any more of that rotten gin.

All you've got to do is to shut your eyes and believe it's scotch!

Hey! For God's sake, what are you doing? Emptying the bottle?

-I thought you didn't want none. -Can't you take a joke?

Watch your step, Baby! Or you're liable to go up in a puff of smoke.

You boy, I feel like a trail of log fires saying,

"What the hell do they make that stuff out of?"

Three parts high-octane, one part atom bomb.

Am I a He-man? Where have you been all my life?

Moon-faced, starry eyed,

you're whisky straight with beer on the side.

Can it be true that I'm loved by a Tarzan like you?

Moon-faced, starry eyed, you took my heart on a buggy ride.

I don't know how I got ever along without you.

At six o'clock, I'm getting up steam, at seven o'clock I'm on the beam.

At eight o'clock if the knob don't turn, by nine o'clock, Baby, I burn!

Moon-faced, starry eyed, floating on clouds when I'm by your side.

I swear my heart's nowhere without you! Come on, let's step it up!

Well, why didn't you say so?

-Kiss me, Kid! -I'll say!

-Come on! -Wait a minute! Where you going?

Come on, I'm telling you.

Fred Henessy gave me the key to his apartment.

-There won't be nobody there. -I ought to go home.

Baby! Nail down that sidewalk, will you?

Come on!

Sweet papa!

Oh! Hello, Rose. How's the milkman.

Goodnight, sweetheart!

-Miss Maurrant, did you get them? -Yes, the doctor will be here right away.

And Mrs. Thomas said it would take her about an hour.

She's got terrible pains. Your mother's up here with her.

I think she's calling me.

-Oh, Rosie. -Good evening.

-What's your hurry? -It's late.

You don't want to go to bed yet. Come on!

I'll take you for a ride in my hack.

Please, let me pass.

Gee! You've got a lot of strength, ain't you?

Did you know you're getting fat?

-Let go you big tough! -Take your hands off her!

Well, look who's hear! What the hell do you want, huh?

I said, take your hand off her!

Oh, so that's the way you feel about it, is it now?

You let him alone, or I'll call a policeman.

Gee, don't frighten me like that! I've got a weak heart.

-Hello, Ma! -Hello, Vincent.

What's going on here?

Just a little friendly argument.

Tarzan here, don't like me to say good evening to his girlfriend.

Come on upstairs, Vincent. I've saved some stew for you.

Alright, I'm coming.

Good night, dearie. Some sheik you've picked out for yourself.

You certainly have plenty of admirers, Miss Maurrant.

But I guess you come by it natural.

That dirty bum, I'd like to kill him!

It's alright, Sam. Why should you pay any attention to a big tough like that?

He's nothing but a loafer, you know that.

I guess you think I'm just a coward.

Why, because he happens to be stronger than you are?

You know he's not worth your little finger.

Ten years from now, he'll still be driving a taxi, and you...

You'll be so far above him you won't even remember he's alive.

-I'll never get anywhere. -Of course you will.

A boy with your brains, graduating from college with honours, and all that...

What good does it do you, when nobody ever looks at you?

When nobody cares whether you exist or not.

I care, Sam.

I wonder if you really do.

Of course, I do!

You're the best friend I have in the world.

Sam, there's something I want to ask you.

What is it, Rose?

I wouldn't dream of asking anybody, but you.

Sam, do you think it's true what they're saying about my mother?

I guess it is, isn't it?

They were talking here before. I couldn't stand it anymore.

Oh God! Why do we go on living in this sewer!

What can I do, Sam?

You see, my father's always been sort of strict.

Sort of making you freeze up when you really want to be nice and loving.

That's the whole trouble, I guess.

My mother never had anybody to really love her.

Only the way things are now,

everybody's spying and whispering and making remarks.

If I only knew what to do...

I wish I could help you, Rose.

You do help me, Sam.

Just by being nice and sympathetic and talking things over with me.

You keep me from getting that feeling that I'm all alone in the world

and that I--

Oh, just listen to the poor thing. She must be having terrible pains.

Pain! Nothing but pain!

That's all there is to life!

Before we're born until we die...

Nothing but pain! Brutality! Strife!

Too high a price to pay for life.

Not worth it, not worth it to live!

The scream of birth, the moan of death.

What else has life got to give?

I don't know, Sam, sometimes I feel discouraged too.

Last night I could hardly sleep and I woke up depressed and blue.

I thought I'd walk to the office so I cut through the park by the mall.

Everything looked so fresh and green!

Life seemed not so bad after all.

What do you think I saw, Sam?

A lilac bush flowering bright.

I made me think of that poem you said...

Remember? When we sat in the park one night.

-Yes, I remember. -It was just like tonight.

We were both feeling sort of low

and all of a sudden you began that poem.

In the dooryard of an old farmhouse,

near the whitewashed palings...

stands a lilac bush tall growing,

with heart-shaped leaves of green,

with many blossoms rising delicate,

with the perfume strong I love.

-with every leaf a miracle. -In the dooryard of an old farmhouse,

-near the whitewashed palings... -With the perfume strong I love...

-stands the lilac bush -With every leaf a miracle...

-tall growing. -And from this bush in the dooryard.

With delicate coloured blossoms,

and heart-shaped leaves of green.

And a sprig with its flower, I break.

A sprig with its flower, I break.

Yes, that's what I thought in the park today,

when I saw that bush fresh and green.

I wanted to break off a flower, but I was afraid I might be seen.

Maybe a cop or policeman might come and take me away.

"Do not pick the flowers," the signs forever say.

"Don't!" they always say. "Stand back! Keep off the grass!"

"Don't pick the flowers. Don't pick the flowers. Don't take."

-But in our dreams, Sam! In our dreams! -Yes, in our dreams, Rose!

-A sprig with its flower, we break. -A sprig with its flower, we break.

-A sprig with its flower, we break. -A sprig with its flower, we break.

The lilac bush is ours

they can't take it away.

The lilac bush is ours.

Forever and a day.

And when you see the lilac bush...

bright in the morning air...

Remember...

Always remember...

Remember that I care.

Remember,

that I care.

-Miss Maurrant? Miss Maurrant! -Yes!

Can you phone the doctor again?

-She's getting worse. -Yeah, sure I will.

-Wait! Maybe this is the doctor now. -Yes, that's him.

Doctor, you're none too soon!

Plenty of time, just don't get excited.

I hope she won't have to suffer much longer.

Rose!

Yes, Pop. I'll be right up.

Well, don't make me call you again, do you hear?

I'd better go up now, Sam.

There was something I wanted to talk to you about

but it'll have to be another time.

Rose... will you kiss me?

Why, Sam, of course I will!

Don't be discouraged about things.

You're going to do big things someday. I've got lots of confidence in you.

Have you really, Rose?

Of course, I have!

And don't forget the lilac bush,

bright in the morning air.

Remember,

always remember...

Remember that I care!

Remember that I care!

-I got a marble and a star... -Good night, Sam.

-...the star is in my pocket too. -I hope it won't be too hot to sleep.

-Good night, Rose! -Got a marble and a star,

the star is in my pocket too.

If you be real good,

-I'll show that star to you. -Yoo-hoo, Sam.

Good night, Sam.

Good night, Rose, dear.

Doctor! What if she does wake up?

She won't. I've told you. She's too exhausted.

The best thing you can do is lie down and get some sleep yourself.

-Well, good night. -So long.

How about kissing me goodnight?

God's sake, haven't you had enough kissing for one night?

Well, if that's the way you feel about it!

-Aw, go to hell! -You dirty little tart!

-Hello, Louis. -Hello, Harry.

-Gonna be another scorcher. -You said it!

...And he says if he catches her again using my mother's lipstick

he's going to take her pants down and lambaste the hell out of her!

Fat, fat, the water rat. Fifty bullets in his hat.

-Hey, Willie! Is Rose up yet? -Yeah, I don't know. I guess so.

Morning!

-Good morning! -Yeah.

You up there, Eddie?

-Yeah! -Alright.

One, two, three, four, superman, come and catch me if you can!

If we catch you, you must do, just whatever we tell you to.

Maybe I will, maybe I won't.

We'll shampoo your head with a brick if you don't.

-Now you've got me, what'll I do? -Make out you live on Park Avenue.

Roses are red and violets are blue, you must do this and we'll tell you to.

My father's name is Rockefeller, he shovels diamonds in the cellar.

He's got a hanky made of gold...

to blow his nose when he gets a cold!

Hey! Diddle Dee! Hey! Diddle Derry!

Hey! Diddle diddle. Hey! Diddle diddle, Hey! diddle dee, your mama's canary!

One, two, three, four, Harold Teen if you catch me you are mean!

If we catch you, you must do just whatever we tell you to.

Maybe I will, maybe I won't.

We'll shampoo your head with a rock if you don't!

Now you've got me, what'll I do?

Make out like a deb on Park Avenue.

Roses are red and violets are blue. You must do this and we'll tell you to.

I am a deb named Gloria Jinx, my hair is bleached, my perfume stinks.

I drink champagne with rich old ducks...

and get my face in the ads for Lux.

Hey! Diddle Dee! Hey! Diddle Dash! Hey! Diddle diddle. Hey! Diddle diddle.

Hey! Diddle dee, my father's moustache!

One, two, three, four, Donald Duck, if you catch me I'm out of luck!

If we catch you, you must do just whatever we tell you to!

Now you've got me, what'll I do?

-Do like a gent on Park Avenue. -Okay.

I've spent the night in a gambling house

I'm known around as Joe the souse.

Your mother's a whore!

-I don't! -Cut that out!

Hey, Charlie, Willie, stop it!

Alright! Break it up now! That's enough.

Willie, come right upstairs.

-We're waiting for the bread. -Alright! Can't you see I've got it.

-Hello, Rose. -Hello, Sam.

Come down.

I've got to go to Mr. Gordon's funeral this morning.

Yes, I'm coming.

I'll be down as soon as the dishes are done.

Sam, come in. Papa's halfway through breakfast already.

I don't want any breakfast.

You've got your head so full of that Rose Maurrant upstairs,

you don't want to eat or sleep or anything anymore.

-Shirley! -Alright, Papa!

Come in, Sam. Or Papa will be making long speeches again.

Alright, alright. I'll come.

-Oh! Good morning, Mr. Buchanan. -Good morning, Mrs. Fiorentino.

I guess you know that the baby came last night, don't you?

No, I did not hear a word about it!

I've been up the whole night. Mrs. Maurrant too.

What would we have done without her?

A boy, is it?

-No. It's a little girl. -Oh.

I guess we'll call her Mary after my mother.

-I was just telling your wife... -Ah, Lippo.

What do you think, Mr. Buchanan has a little girl!

Ah, that's fine.

Margherita, why don't you have the baby, huh?

I, uh... must go and make some coffee.

It's a funny thing. You have a little skinny wife and she have the baby.

My Margherita's big and fat, and she no have the baby.

Well, that's the way of the world, I guess.

-Good morning, Mrs. Maurrant. -Good morning, Mr. Fiorentino.

Corn! Sweet corn!

-Good morning! -Good morning, Mrs. Jones.

How's little Mrs. Buchanan getting on?

Well, she's sleeping now. Poor thing.

I really didn't think last night she'd have the strength to pull through it.

Well, it's something we've all got to go through.

I've been through enough with mine, I tell you.

Not that they didn't turn out all right.

I wouldn't give up having mine for anything in the world.

Well, after all, what more does any woman want

than watching our kids grow up and a husband to look out for her?

-That's true. -Yes.

The world would be a whole lot better off if there was more that lived up to it.

Come on, Queenie.

Strawberries! Strawberries!

Ma...

I'm going down to Kraus's to get a little chicken for Mrs. Buchanan.

-Wait a minute, Ma. -I'll be right back.

-Hello! -Hello, Mary. Hello, Charlie.

We're going to be dispossessed today.

Oh, what a shame.

Yes, ma'am. My father ran away with a lady

and so we couldn't pay the rent.

Oh, come on, Mary.

-I'm going to school now. Goodbye. -Goodbye.

-I'll beat you to the avenue. -No fair. Head start.

Strawberries! Strawberries!

Where's your Ma gone to again?

She'll be right back. She just went down to Kraus's.

Pop... there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about.

Well, what is it?

It's about Ma.

What about her?

It's only that...

If you were a little nicer to her, maybe everything would be different.

Yeah?

Where's she got any kick coming?

Ain't I always been a good husband? Ain't I always looked after her?

It's not that, Pop.

It's someone to be sort of nice to her that she wants.

Sort of nice and gentle.

The way she is to you. That's all it is.

So she's got you headed the same way, has she?

Stepping out with married men.

No daughter of mine ain't gonna go that way!

I've seen too many of those at the theatre.

I guess I've got a right to think about those things for myself.

Well, just remember what I told you.

Maybe if you did a little less drinking...

Stop with that! I'm not asking you!

Are you leaving already, Frank?

It looks like it, don't it?

Where you been all night?

-She's been up with the Buchanan's. -You keep out of this!

I was up all night with a poor young mother.

I tried to calm her troubled mind and ease her pain.

Why don't you look after your own home and let other people look after theirs?

I was just trying to help a neighbour.

-That is the least a woman can do. -The poor woman had a baby...

-That is the least a woman can do. -...and nobody to help her.

I don't care about that!

You look after your own house, after your husband and children!

What else have I done all these years, tell me,

but looking after my children and you, Frank.

Then see that you don't forget it!

Why do you talk to her like that?

I'll talk any way I want. You stay out of this!

And you, just see that you don't forget it! That's all. Or there'll be trouble!

All right, Frank. Please, don't say any more now.

When will you be back? Tomorrow?

I don't know when I'll be back.

When I'm through with my work, that's when.

Why do you want to know? Why are you so anxious to know?

-I was just asking, that's all. -Just asking, huh?

I case somebody came calling, huh?

No! It isn't. It's nothing of the kind!

-You have no right to talk to her like that! -Stay out of this!

-A woman's got to stay home. -I've tried to make a home for you.

-Be nice and gentle, how she is to you! -I always try to do my best.

-That's all. -Watch out, I say!

Watch out I say. That's all I have to say!

You've got no right to talk to me like that!

In front of my own daughter!

I've heard enough. I've said what I've got to say.

Just see that you don't forget it!

Or there'll be trouble.

Good morning, Mr. Maurrant. You off on a little trip?

Yeah.

Oh, Ma!

I tried to be a good wife to him

-but he never seemed to care. -I know, Ma.

I tried to be a good mother too, Rose,

but he never seemed to care.

I know just the way you feel about it.

Do you, Rose?

Of course I do.

But if I try to say something will you listen to me?

Yes, sure I will, Rose.

Well, what I was thinking was...

if he didn't come around so much maybe...

Do you see what I mean, Ma?

Are you gonna start, too? Just like all the others.

It's only on account of all the talk that's going around.

And Pop, too. He's started drinking. And I'm afraid of what he's likely to do.

Sometimes I think it would be better if I was dead.

If you have nobody who understands...

If there was something I could do!

-...You might as well be dead, Rose. -Oh, Ma, don't say that to me.

You might just as well be dead.

If there was only something

I could do.

Look out, Ma. There's somebody coming.

Well, is it hot enough for you today?

It's awful, isn't it?

Like the feller says,

you wouldn't mind the heat so much if it wasn't only for the humidity.

I'll run up and put the chicken in the ice-box.

Thanks, Rose.

Why Willie, the way look! Your collar's open again.

I know it. The button came off!

-Wait till I see if I have a pin. -It's alright the way it is.

No, it isn't! You can't go to school looking like that!

Say, leave me alone, can't you?

Alright! Then go to school looking like a little street loafer if you want to!

-You give me a pain in the arse! -Is that any way to act to your sister?

-Why don't she stop picking on me? -She's not picking on you.

She's just trying to be nice to you and help you to act right.

You don't want people to think you don't know how to behave, do you?

-Uh... -Of course you don't!

You want to grow up to be a fine good man that everybody likes

and has respect for.

Somebody's gonna be so handsome,

somebody's gonna make me proud.

Somebody's gonna be so wonderful

he'll stand out in the crowd.

Such a manly arm I'll have to lean on

when I walk down the avenue.

Somebody will always be my standby.

Who do you think it is? Guess who!

-Is it me, Mum? -Of course it is!

Now give me a nice kiss and run along to school or you'll be late.

Somebody who will never,

no, not ever forget to care and understand.

Yes, that is the grandest feeling

that any woman ever knew.

To know I have somebody wonderful,

to know I have a boy like you.

So long, mum, see you later!

To know I have a boy

like you.

I've put some water on to boil. And the chicken's in the ice-box.

Thanks, Rose.

Well, I'd better go and start the soup.

Will you be coming home for lunch, Rose?

Yes, I'll be back as soon as the funeral's over.

Well, alright. Good morning.

-Good morning. -Oh, good morning, Miss Kaplan.

-It's another awful day, isn't it? -Yes.

And when you have to keep 40 children quiet...

Miss Maurrant, there's something I'd like to ask you.

A girl like you can get plenty of fellas.

Why must you pick out my brother Sam?

We're just good friends, that's all.

It will be three years yet, before he's a full-fledged lawyer.

And maybe ten years before he can support a family.

Anyhow, it's better to marry with your own kind.

You can't mix oil and water.

I wasn't trying to take Sam's mind off his work...

I could have had my chances too.

Only I wanted to give Sam an education.

But he sees a pretty face and right away he forgets everything else.

I know I haven't as much brains as Sam. Or as you either, if that's what you mean.

I haven't got anything against you.

Only he's all I've got in this world. What else have I got to live for?

-Hello, Rose. -Hello, Sam.

Please don't tell him what I said.

Oh, no, I won't.

Hello, Rosie! You been here all night necking with Joe Lewis?

Got a date for tonight, kid?

-Yes, I have. -Gee, that ain't too bad!

I'll give you two bucks if you let me snap your garter.

Shut up, you!

-Has he been starting with you again? -Oh, never mind about him.

If only there was some way of getting out of here!

-I sometimes think I'd just like to run away. -Yes, I feel the same way.

Anywhere, just to get out of this.

-And I have a chance, too. -What do you mean, Rose?

Well, it's what I started to tell you about last night.

A man I know wants to put me on the stage.

What man?

A man who works in the office.

You see, what I thought was if I could make a lot of money

maybe everything will be different.

Not only for me, but for Ma and Pop and Willie.

But don't you know what this man wants?

Nobody gives you anything for nothing, Sam.

If you don't pay for things in one way, you do in another.

Rose, for god's sake, you mustn't.

Nothing could be much worse than things are around here.

Then why don't we both get out of it?

Why don't we go away together? You and I!

But Sam, how could we do that? How could we manage?

You wouldn't want to give up your law work and everything...

I'd give up anything if I could be with you.

Oh, it would be so wonderful to get away somewhere!

When we were young, we had to be tied down, but it's different now.

When birds get old enough they spread their wings and fly.

It's natural for a girl to want to try the sky.

When two people are in love, their souls grow wings and say,

"The nest is too small now, come away, love, come away!

Come away!"

We'll go away together, just we two, just you and I.

We'll build a house to shelter us beneath a happier sky.

We'll go away together out of shadows into light,

We'll leave behind our yesterdays and make tomorrow bright.

Life is a sky tall mountain where clouds play hide and seek.

But love will blaze a trail for us up to the highest peak.

Maybe we'll find a rainbow, maybe there's stormy weather,

but you'll be in my arms, my love...

-When we go away together. -When we go away together.

When we go...

away together.

I've heard people are much nicer and friendlier

when you get away from New York.

-Oh, if we could do it, Sam. -We can,

if we just make up our minds that we will.

We wouldn't need much to live on, just the two of us.

Home need not be a palace or a golden castle in Spain.

I'd be content with just a roof to keep out snow and rain.

Just so we find a shelter from cold and wind and weather.

I'll warm you in my arms, my love...

-When we go away together... -When we go away together...

-When we go... -When we go...

-my love, -we two,

-away! -away!

Then promise me that you will, Rose. And the sooner the better!

I just want to be sure we'd be doing the right thing, Sam.

Just give me a little time to think.

-Good morning, Miss Maurrant. -Oh! Good morning, Mr. Easter.

I just happened to have a little business around the corner,

so I thought we might just as well go to the funeral together.

Well, I hardly expected to see you around here.

Oh, I'd like you to meet my friend Mr. Kaplan.

How do you do, Mr. Kaplan?

Glad to know you.

Mr. Easter is the manager of the office.

It's awful hot again, isn't it?

I was thinking that after the funeral we might take a run down to the beach.

Oh, I can't today. I've got a lot of things I want to do.

Well, I guess it's time we got started.

Yes, it is. We'll pick up a cab at the corner.

Oh. I thought I'd walk. It's not far.

It's much more comfortable in a cab.

-I'd rather walk. -Well, whatever you say.

Goodbye, Sam. I'll see you later.

Good morning, Mr. Kaplan. Glad to have met you.

It's a lucky thing my father wasn't around.

I just had her medicine made up.

I'm making some soup for her. I'll be up later with it.

Thanks, Mrs. Maurrant. You sure have been a mighty good neighbour.

-Come up. -Now?

Yes, I've got to talk to you.

-Is it all right? -Yes, he's gone to New Haven.

-How about later? -No, Rose will be home in an hour.

She's not working today.

Alright.

This is it.

Hildebrand lives here?

-What? I'm asking you if Hildebrand lives here.

Yes. Fourth floor.

You'd better give the janitor a buzz, Fred.

-Hey, janitor! -Right down here.

Come on out.

-We've got a warrant for Hildebrand. -Fourth floor, Hildebrand.

I know. We've got a warrant for her.

I'm City Marshal Henry. We've got a dispossess warrant.

-You're gonna put them out? -Yeah, that's it.

Has she got anybody to take the furniture away?

Not as I heard tell of.

Well, we'll have to dump it on the sidewalk then.

Go ahead, Fred.

Strawberries! Strawberries!

Extra! Extra!

Mr. Maurrant. I thought you was off to New Haven.

I changed my...

No. No!

-For God's sake! Mrs. Maurrant. -Out of my way you godamn little rat!

-Mrs. Maurrant. -What's the matter?

-Quick. Run and tell her! -What is it?

Mrs. Maurrant. Mrs. Maurrant!

Frank... Frank!

-What is it? -What's happening?

-Get an ambulance! -What's happening?

A murder?

-Grab the guy. He's coming down! -What guy?

-There he is now! -Grab him!

-Don't let him get away. -Out of my way.

Get an ambulance, somebody. Get an ambulance.

-Olga! -Where is he?

Get out the way!

Hey! Don't you hear me? Get an ambulance!

-What's the matter? An ambulance? -Yes, right away. Run!

Oh God!

-Did they get him? -He beat it down the cellar.

-The cops gone after him. -Why the hell didn't you stop him?

He's got a gun.

-What the hell happened. Fred! -It's a murder.

You ought to see the blood.

Get out of the way, you! Where's the guy that did it?

-He beat it down the stairs. -Are they dead?

I'm City Marshal Henry. Can I do anything?

-Don't let anyone in or out. Do you hear? -Yes, sir.

-Are they dead? -Where's the ambulance?

It'll be here, right away.

Mr. Buchanan, Mr. Buchanan! Are they dead?

-Did they get him? -He must be hiding somewhere.

-The guard's looking for him. -You can't get in now. Get back there!

Here they come!

-Here's the ambulance. -Here's the ambulance now!

-It won't get past. -It's not the ambulance.

-Hey! -Hurry up, doc! She's still breathing.

Get back now! Back off the stoop, everybody!

Better get busy with that furniture, Fred. We've got two other jobs today.

-Get out of the way! -On their way up.

Keep back! What the hell's the matter with you?

-Are they bringing that stretcher? -On their way up!

Keep back!

-Hey! Where you going? -I'm going home.

-Home. Where do you live? -Ninety-first street.

-What are you doing here? -I just came for a music lesson, that's all.

Yeah? Well, you can't go now. Nobody can leave the house now.

-Who's this kid? -She came here to take a music lesson.

And she wants to go home.

-Do you know anything about this killing? -No, I don't.

I just heard some shooting, that's all.

My mother will be worried if I don't come home.

Well, you can't go now. Get inside there. Out of the way.

They'll be bringing her down in a minute.

And get back from them steps. Back now, all of you.

-What did he do? Shoot two of them? -I'd say he did.

His wife and her sweetie, a guy named Sankey. He was dead when I got up there.

Officer! Come on up!

What's the matter, Sam. What's the ambulance for?

Did anybody get hurt?

Go away, Rose. Go away!

Who is it Sam? What's the matter?

Is it my mother?

It's not my mother, is it? Sam, is it?

There's been an accident, Rose. Go away!

-Tell me what's happened. Tell me! -They're bringing her down.

It is my mother!

Oh, my God. There's Rose.

Go away!

-Who's she? -Her daughter.

Poor thing!

Her mother's dead.

-Who killed her? -Her husband!

About another man!

He killed them both.

The man from down the street and the woman who lived up there!

Doctor! Is she dead?

-Who are you? Her daughter? -Yes, I'm her daughter.

She's pretty badly hurt.

Poor thing...

Oh, Sam. Sam...

Now love and death have linked their arms together

and gone away into another bourn.

Beyond that far-off sky, beyond forever,

they have gone now and left us here to mourn.

-Who's gone? -I don't know.

I never told them.

They say it was the woman who lived up there.

Poor thing.

They're bringing her down now.

She loved him! He loved her!

Who is that?

She loved him! He loved her!

Her husband shot her.

Maybe he loved her too.

The woman who lived up there...

The woman who lived up there.

Easy now.

Mother! Mother!

No...

You mustn't talk to her now.

Strawberries! Strawberries!

-Strawberries! -The summer's bright

in warm and golden weather,

and all the children in the streets laugh as they run.

But love and death have gone away together

-to find their morning in the sun. -The summer's bright...

-The summer's bright... -...And all the children

laugh as they run.

The summer's bright

in warm and golden weather...

to find their morning

in the sun.

In the sun.

In the

sun...

Alright, that's all, Fred.

Oh! This must be the place.

-Right there. 346. -346.

Oh, yeah! I guess it is.

It must be right up there on the first floor, see?

Yeah, sure!

You can see where the glass is out of the window.

That's where this fellow, what's his name, tried to climb out.

You don't say? What do you know about that?

There's a picture somewhere.

Oh, he's in again.

Sleep, baby dear, the picture is right here...

Drowse, tiny tot. It shows how they got shot.

Rest little chick, Maurrant came home too quick...

-Dose, pussy cat... -He got them with his gat.

Oh boy, that guy Maurrant looks mad! No wonder with that wife he had!

And here is Sankey, scantily clad...

Trying to climb through the window frame!

But he got bumped off just the same!

Look at the blood all over his mug.

Sleep, my ladybug.

Sleep sweet and snug, sleep my lady bug bug.

-Ah! -Bug bug!

-Ah! -Bug bug.

It's worse. Ain't it awful.

Can you imagine what those two must have felt like,

when he walked in on them like that?

Well, he just happened to be one of the ones that finds out.

Believe me, there's lots and lots of husbands

that don't know the half of what goes on uptown,

while they're downtown making a living.

Say, you're not telling me, are you?

If I was to spill all I know, there'd be many a happy home busted up.

Shut up a little while, can't you?

Hush baby, hush, your daddy is a lush.

Shut your eyelids tight, he's plastered every night.

No, darling, no, your mummy has a beau.

She knows little men, she's cheats whenever she can.

Your parents are a loving pair.

-He smacks her face. -She pulls his hair.

Their shrieks and curses fill the air.

She smashes plates and he tears her clothes.

She lands a left right on his nose.

There's blood all over his mug. Sleep, lady bug...

Sleep sweet and snug, sleep my lady bug bug.

-Ah! -Bug bug.

-Ah! -Bug bug...

Shut up you lug!

Keep moving, ladies. No loitering around here.

I say, have they caught him yet?

Why, ain't you heard?

He was last seen flying over Nova Scotia on his way to Paris.

Hey, who are you trying to string, anyhow?

Will you let us come up and look around?

Why, sure. Sure!

Bringing the babies too. The Commissioner's serving tea at 4.30.

You're awful smart, aren't you?

That's why they put me on the entertainment committee.

I'm handsome Harry Murphy. The boy comedian of Brooklyn.

Oh! Say... I ought to be getting back.

Clarice, darling, would throw a fit

if she knew I brought her precious dumplings to a neighbourhood like this.

There's not so much to see, anyhow. It's nothing but a cheap, common dump.

Over the river, girls. See you in the funny papers.

Don't get so fresh!

Drop in next time you're in the neighbourhood.

And tell Mrs. Vanderbilt Harry was asking for her.

Sleep sweet and snug, sleep my lady bug bug.

-Ah! -Bug bug.

-Ah! -Bug bug. Bug bug. Bug bug.

Oh, Officer!

Yes, Miss Maurrant.

-Have they caught him yet? -No. They're still out looking for him.

Afternoon, Miss Maurrant.

Good afternoon, Henry.

Oh, could you lend me some tacks? I want to put up a crape.

Yes, ma'am, right away.

-Rose! -Hello, Sam.

I went to the hospital but they said you'd just left.

She never opened her eyes again.

She looks so quiet and natural,

you'd think she was asleep.

What about Willie, Sam?

I called for him at school and took him around to your aunt's.

He's waiting for you there.

Thanks, Sam.

What did you tell him?

I said there'd been an accident.

Yes, it was better to break it to him that way.

But he'll soon find out with the papers full of it.

I saw poor Mrs. Sankey down at police headquarters.

It's terrible for her, with two little children.

Rose, you poor thing. It's terrible.

-Terrible. -Yes, it is.

But he never would have done it if he had been in his right mind.

Oh, thanks, Henry.

-Let me do that for you. -Would you, please?

I bought a white dress for her and white stockings.

I want her to look pretty the way she always did.

-I have to go up now. -Rose, you mustn't go up there.

I've got to.

But I am kind of afraid to go alone. Would you mind coming up with me?

Anything I can do for you, poor child.

Thanks, Henry. It's very nice of you.

Papa, the police are going to make me testify against Maurrant.

What can I do? How can I send the man to the electric chair?

I tried to stop him. I tried to warn her...

-What's that? -They find him!

-Is that him? -Must be.

Oh God! They wouldn't shoot him, would they?

-They've got him. -Have they got him?

He was hiding in the furnace down at 322.

-They've found him Miss Maurrant. -Oh, is he hurt?

I don't know. He fired at the cops and he fired back at him.

I was just passing when it happened.

-Here they come. -Where?

You'd better come inside.

-Come up, Rose. -Yeah, you'd better.

No, no. Let me alone! I want to see him.

Look at him!

-Rose! -Keep back, Miss.

It's my daughter, for Christ's sake, boys. Let me talk to my daughter.

Maybe I'll never be seeing her again.

Alright, but don't try to pull nothing, hear?

Rose, you're wearing a black dress...

Why did you do it? Why did you?

I must have been out of my head, Rose.

She never opened her eyes again.

It might not have looked like it to you, but I loved her too.

I couldn't stand to see nobody taking her away from me.

But I loved her too.

-He loved her too. -He loved her.

She was gentle, always so good and sweet.

I'd been drinking, Rose, see what I mean...

And all that talk that went around.

There always was something inside of me,

right here, like a wall.

Seems like I never could break through. But I swear to God, Rose,

that I loved her too.

I loved her too!

Yes, I loved her too.

-What will they do to you, Pop? -It's the chair for me, I guess.

But I don't care.

Let them give me the chair. I don't care.

The way she looked at me!

That look in her eyes, Rose!

I ought not to have done it.

She always was gentle, always so sweet, now she is dead.

I must have been crazy, just clean out of my head.

-She was always so gentle... -There was something inside of me,

-...and now she is dead. -right there, a wall.

-Why did you kill her? -But I loved her too.

-Come on, that's all. -Give me a chance, can't you?

What's gonna become of you, Rose?

I'll be alright, Pop.

Don't worry about me.

Look out for Willie.

-I'll do all I can. -You're a good girl.

You always was a good girl, Rose.

He loved her

too...

Rose!

Rose!

Yes, Sam?

What are you going to do, Rose?

I think I'll go away.

I'll go with you.

But Sam, dear, that isn't possible.

Don't you remember, only this morning,

we said you and I would go away together.

Yes, but this morning things were so different.

I never dreamed it would be this way.

I'll go where you go. I don't care about anything else.

Do you think I can stay here in this slum never seeing you,

never hearing your voice, never standing by your side?

Oh Rose, I love you!

My life is nothing unless I'm with you!

Oh, if it could be!

But some things I think you have to face alone,

inside yourself. You have to face some things alone!

No! Not alone!

We need each other, we must be together.

There's no hope for us unless we love each other,

unless I belong to you, and you belong to me!

Oh, Sam, it's love that I want more than anything in the world.

But loving and belonging...

they're not the same.

Look at my father, my poor mother.

If she had belonged to herself,

and he had belonged to himself,

it would never have happened.

And that's why,

even though my heart breaks,

I can't belong to you

or have you belong to me.

Oh, Rose...

this is the end of my world.

Please, listen to me, Sam.

If we say goodbye now, it doesn't mean it has to be forever.

Maybe one day, when we're older and wiser,

things will be different.

I'm so fond of you, Sam.

And wherever I go, whatever I do, I'll always be thinking of you.

And don't forget the lilac bush,

bright in the morning air.

Remember,

always remember...

Remember that I care.

Remember that I care.

This must be the flat we are looking for.

-What? -346. Yes, this is it.

I hope nobody got here ahead of us. Better try and find the janitor.

Let's go.

Look, somebody must have just died.

Maybe that's why they're moving out.

-Yes. -It seems to be getting hotter!

Miss Kaplan. I was just telling Sam, I'll soon be going away from New York.

I've put your things in this suitcase.

Oh, thank you.

You've been awfully nice to me, Miss Kaplan.

-Well, goodbye. -Goodbye, Rose.

You're a sweet girl.

-I hope I'll see you again. -I hope so, Rose.

Come in, come in, wherever you are.

Shirley! What's the matter with Sam again?

He's crying on the bed.

-Oh, leave him alone, Papa, can't you? -Poor little thing.

I wouldn't be surprised if she turned out the same way as her mother.

She had a gentleman friend

who was hanging around here late last night.

Ain't it awful, the heat, ain't it awful?

Don't know what I'm gonna do.

-Gosh, I'm baking! -My head's aching!

I'm soaking wet all through!

Don't know what I'm gonna

do...

Don't know what I'm gonna do.

Subtitle translation: Ben Evans