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Hurry, the train.

- Henry, stop this.

I'm sorry, Mr. Arthur.

- Quite all right, Mrs. Nash.

- Please don't be angry, Mr. Arthur.

My son is only joking.

- Good day.
- Mr. Arthur!

Stop.

I'm gonna kill you.

- Can it wait?

I gotta go to work.

- Work!

Someday you'll break your
hands doing that stupid work.

Then see if you'll ever
play Carnegie Hall.

- I don't wanna play Carnegie Hall, Ma.

- This week you don't wanna play.

- I've been telling you that
since I was seven years old.

- So, what does a 7-year-old boy know?

- I gotta go.

- Make sure you come back
with all your fingers.

- Hi, Dad.

- Hi, Argus.

- Dad, Argus is the dog.

I'm Henry.

- Sorry, Henry.

- Fourth down, five seconds to go.

Luckman licks his fingers.

Eyes the defense.

He sets.

Takes the snap, hands off to Nagurski.

Bronko explodes.

Knocks off Farkas, straight-arms Todd.

Bodies are flying everywhere.

The crowd goes wild.

Left, right.

Touchdown!

Whooo!

You're getting old, Butch.

Hopper, where
the hell have you been?

- Shooting down enemy aircraft.

Got an Airacobra P-39 over Pleasure Point.

- The Airacobra P-39 is one of ours, Hop.

- Damn.

- Pick up two, will you?

You better sharpen up, pal,
if you wanna be a Marine.

- Uh huh.

- Hey.

Anybody down there?

- Ah, Gatsby boys.
- Very lame.

- Hey, sport, you wanna
wait until I got them set?

Hey, Hop, how
about doubling tomorrow night

with me and Sally at the movies?

- What's playing?

- Who cares?

- Goddamn it!

What do you need me for?

You've been seeing her for months.

- Sally's dad won't let her
out anymore unless she doubles.

Why not?

- Her old man's got this idea

I been messing around with her.

- Her old man's smart.

- So, what do you say?

- I don't know, Nicky.

I don't feel much like a movie.

- Forget about the stinking
movie, will you, Hopper?

Since when do you watch Carole Lombard?

- I always watch Carole Lombard.

Besides, I don't have anybody to take.

Take Cindi.

- Who took my-
- I like Cin...

Listen, asshole, I'm not
gonna tell you again.

- Yeah, what did you call me?

- Asshole.

You heard me.

Rich bastards.

So it's all set, right?

- What?

- Me and Sally,

you and Cindi for tomorrow night.

I like Cindi.

- So?

- So, Nicky, when I double with you,

I don't take somebody I like.

That's just something I don't do.

All right, that's it.

You son of a bitch.

- Oh, boy.
- Oh, shit.

Get back where you belong.

- All right.

All right, all right.

Break it up.

I told you, not on the lanes.

- This guy tried to rivet me to the wall.

- He was sleeping.

He was talking back there with his friend,

instead of setting up the pins.

- You're full of crap.

- Nicky, will you get Hopper out of here?

Nicky, please, get Hopper out of here!

Cool him off.

All right, you, clean
yourself up in the bathroom.

- Pin boy.
- Look at my clothes.

- It's an honest living.
- Look at my clothes.

Okay, okay, okay, take Julie.

Take Nancy.

- Nancy?
- Why not?

- Nancy's married.

- All right, Nancy's out.

It doesn't matter who,
it doesn't matter what,

as long as it looks like a girl.

I'll tell you what we'll do.

We'll drive out to the lake.

You can even use the car.

- I don't know, Nicky.

All this back-seat stuff seems
kind of juvenile, you know.

- Juvenile?

Will you listen to this guy?

- Nicky, I don't pay you
to be Hopper's shadow.

- It doesn't even have to be a real date.

Just show up at her house
and con the old man.

- Boys, I need more gin.

- Take Alberta.

Take...

I know what it is.

You're hot for Sally Kaiser.

- What?

- Either that or you don't think

I'm good enough for her.

- Why does she go out with you?

- One day at the drugstore,

we introduced ourselves over Cokes.

And I told her I would
be very honored if she-

- Nicky, don't you ever
think about anything

but hiking up some girl's dress?

- Like what?

- Like, I don't know.

Like the future, son.

- Hop, when you gonna wise up?

The only future we got
is Germans and Japs.

And the way I see it,
in the next six weeks,

I am gonna get everything I can.

- I want my money!

What do you think, I do this for free?

Come on, sonny boy.

- Hey, hey, hey.

What's going on here, Annie?

- Nothing, this guy just tried to run off

without paying his tab.

- I'd pay if I were you, Joe.

- This is my last day on furlough.

I swear, I don't have any money.

- This is not the USO.

I'll take the watch.

- My grandfather gave me that watch.

- I wouldn't argue with the lady, buddy.

Get out of here.

- Thanks, guys.

Well, love to stay and chat,
but I gotta pay the light bill,

know what I mean?

- Hey, Annie, how would
you like to go on a date

tomorrow night with Hopper?

- What happened to your eye?

- Old man's drinking again.

- Oh!

I got a run in my stocking.

- I don't think we're
gonna get away with this.

- You and Sally share classes?

I don't think she's mentioned you.

- I graduated a long time ago.

Where'd you get that eye, son?

- Bowling, sir.

- Sorry I'm late.

Nicky, what happened to your eye?

- I'll tell you about it later in the car.

Good night.

- Could I have a drink or
some candies or something?

- Let's go.

- Sorry.

You have such a lovely living room.

- Good night.

Here you are, kids.

- Nicky, I thought we
were going to the movies?

- Yeah, well, Hop's gotta
do some Christmas shopping.

Bye, kids.

- It was great, Hop.

- Do you wanna go for a sundae, maybe?

- You mean, ice cream?

- Yeah.

- Sorry.

When do you ship out?

- Six weeks.

- Well, listen, angel face,

you're welcome to stop by for a free ride

on the old merry-go-round.

- Thanks, Annie.

Oh, I almost forgot.

This is for you.

Thanks, Hop, but
I really can't, I'm allergic.

- One, please.

On Capitol Hill,

the teenage draft bill
holds the spotlight.

Young men all over the
nation flock to the colors.

The Army and the administration say,

"We need teenage manpower now."

And here's the response.

- Well, goodbye, I'm going.

- All right now, be sure and write to us.

- Bye.

Here is a typical report

from a teenage soldier of today.

- I'm 19 years old.

Before entering the service,

I was a doorman at Radio City Music Hall.

After two weeks in the service,
I was appointed corporal,

Come on.

Hi, Sally.

Hi, Hopper.

- Where's Nicky?

Where'd you two go last night?

- Over to the lake.

What's your dog's name?

- Argus.

What's he wearing that for?

- He got it for his birthday.

Come on, Argus, time to go home.

Come on.

Bye.

Come on.

- Goodbye.

- Hey, Arnie, can we kill the angels?

God, I hate this music.

It reminds me of my Aunt Ida.

I ever tell you about my Aunt Ida?

- Before my Ma died, during Christmas,

we used to have these family things.

And my Aunt Ida was always there

with her goddamn mistletoe hat.

And every time I turned
around, it was her cow lips,

her wet, puckered cow lips on my face.

It was awful.

- When did she die?
- She didn't.

Everyone else did.

Practically everyone in
the whole goddamn family.

And I had this theory

that it was my Aunt Ida's
kissing that was doing it.

Because they were all dropping
dead in January and February,

and she was doing all
the kissing in December.

There was a definite
cause-and-effect relationship there.

What is he, a friend of yours?

Hopper, why do you keep
looking over there?

- No reason.

- Uh huh.

- I saw Sally.

- Oh, yeah?

Where?

- At the Point.

How'd it go with you two?

- Okay, I guess.

I think I spooked her.

- What do you mean?

Who knows with women?

- Switch with me.

- Switch with you, what are you-

- Switch places.
- Jesus, Hopper!

- Hurry.

There's a draft over-

- Oh, I see.

Who is she?

Who?

Screw, who is she?

- Some girl.
- Hey, Arnie, another victim.

- May I help you?

- Hi.

Yes, what kind of pie have you got today?

- Brown pie.

- All right, fine, I'll have a piece.

And could you wrap it, please?

- You bet.

One piece of brown pie, coming up.

- I'd like a piece, mister.

- Just a minute, sir.

I'm waiting on the lady.

- Oh, I just want one piece.

- It's on special today.

- Oh, thank you.

That's very nice.

Thanks a lot.

Bye-bye.

- Hey, Hopper, what
the hell are you doing?

The man's out of his mind.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Hey.

Wait up.

Hopper, what the hell's
the matter with you?

Oh, Christ, she's a Gatsby.

She works at
the goddamn movie theater.

- Her dad probably owns it.

Come on, lover boy, let's go home.

Come on.

- Hey.

Hey.

Customer's not going anywhere, you know.

Listen, Henry, I know how you and Nicky

wanna get into this thing.

But you gotta understand it's
different for your mother.

This war, it just scares her.

That's why she's riding you so hard.

Now,

when you get over there,
I want you to write.

Doesn't have to be much, just a few lines,

so she can sleep easier.

You think you can do that, son?

Huh?

I bet she looks like a
rose and smells as sweet.

What's her name?

- I don't even know.

P-47 Thunderbolt.

Bullet-shaped spinner.

Straight trailing.

How the hell should I know?

Oh, Christ.

- Oooh.

Oh, Mrs. Spangler.

- Mm-hmm?
- Religion's a little shaky.

- Oh, I forgot, I have to
call Sam O'Reilly about that.

I better do it now.

- Damn it, Elmer.

Someday I'm gonna take
that cane away from you.

Hi.

- Hi.

- How was the pie?

- Oh.

Fine.

Can I help you with something?

- Oh, no, thanks, just doing
a little college prep work.

- I can see.

- Hey, what's your name?
- Why?

- What do you mean, why?

- I don't go out with strangers.

- Who said anything about going out?

Besides, if you told me your
name, we wouldn't be strangers.

- I don't think so.

Hey, how'd you like the flowers?

- Oh, so you're the one!

Well, at least you're harmless.

Harmless?

What the hell's that mean?

- I mean, you could've
been some kind of maniac.

- Well, what makes you
think I'm so harmless?

- It's not supposed to be an insult.

What are you, some kind of a dolt?

- Oh, first I'm harmless, now...

What the hell is this?

Oh, I take it back,

you are definitely not harmless.

Oh, isn't he a dream?

Just looking at him makes me feel dizzy.

- What'll it be, girls?

- I'll have a grilled-cheese sandwich

and a cherry Coke.

- Me too.

- So did you think about it?

- What?

- You know, Christmas Eve.

- Oh, oh, Gretchen.

- And?

- Oh, I don't know.

Blind dates again.

I hate new towns.

- Oh, come on, Caddie,
it'll be good for you.

We'll have a ball, I promise.

- Just one night, right?

- He's shipping out the
day after Christmas.

You'll never see him again.

- And you'll be there?

- Every second.

- Do you promise?

- Yes.
- Okay.

- Oh.

Thanks, Caddie!

He really, he's a dream!

If he wasn't my cousin,
I'd go out with him.

He looks just like Robert Walker.

- I bet.

- Well, sort of.

- Who are you going with?

- I don't know.

I was gonna go with Bobby Michaels,

but he says he's sworn off
women for the duration.

Yeah, this war is driving them all crazy.

Why not go with one
of the boys from the theater?

- Too fresh.

Last night, Eddie
Richards tried to drag me

behind the popcorn machine.

You're lucky you're in the booth.

Inside is hell.

- Hey, what about this guy?

- Henry?

How do you know him?

- Henry and I sort of ran into
each other at the library.

- Henry Nash in the library?

I didn't even think he knew how to read.

- He's sort of cute, don't you think?

- Well,

yeah, but I couldn't just ask him.

- Oh, come on.

- No, I couldn't ask him.

- Leave it to me.

- I'll do it, I'll do it.
- Okay.

Just watch this.

Um, Henry?

I have to apologize, I'm afraid
I was awfully rude earlier.

- Oh, that's all right.

I didn't introduce myself.

My name's Caddie Winger.

- Henry Nash.

- Oh, it's a pleasure, Henry.

Are you working this afternoon?

- Working?

Yeah, you work here, don't you?

- Oh, you mean last night.

No, I was just helping out.

Oh, that was nice of you.

- I do what I can.

- Yeah.

Henry, I don't suppose
you're free on Christmas Eve?

Christmas Eve?

- Yeah, you're probably spending it

with your family.

- Oh, with my family, right.

No.
- Oh, no?

- Well, what I mean is, I would be,

but my mom, that's my mother,

she's gonna be working
with the USO that night.

And Dad,

Dad's,

Dad's going fishing.

- Fishing?
- Yeah.

- On Christmas Eve?

Yeah.

- At night?

- Well, yeah, it's kind of a tradition.

You know how other people
have turkey on Christmas?

We have fish.

- Oh, oh that's great.

Well, then, you are free Christmas Eve?

- Definitely.

- You wanna go out?
- Definitely.

- Really?

Oh, that's great.

I believe you know Gretchen.

- Hi, Henry.

Hi.

- You two will have such a
wonderful time, I know it.

It's perfect.

So anyway, we'll see you there.

- Yeah, okay, see you there.
- Okay.

Okay.

Oh, Henry, we're gonna go roller-skating.

We'll meet at seven.

You do roller-skate, don't you?

- Sure.

Our men are the
best-fed, best-paid,

best-uniformed soldiers in this war.

- You look like a used-car salesman.

Where are you going dressed like that?

- I got a date.

- With who?

- A girl.

What are you, Mr. District Attorney?

- A boy should stay home with
his family on Christmas Eve.

- I'll be home all day tomorrow, Ma.

Merry Christmas.

- Hey.
- Oh, hi, Dad.

Thanks for the flowers.

- Yeah, you look just

like I did the first
time I wore that suit.

- You don't think it's too big?

- You'll grow into it.
- By 8:00?

- Whoa, whoa.

- There he is, I see him.

Hey, Nash.

You got your skates.

- Yeah, they wouldn't let me
in unless I put them on first.

- This is Michael.

Henry Nash.

- Glad to meet you.

Michael just got his wings.

- Congratulations.

- Thanks.

- What branch are you joining?

Marines.

- Tough group.

I'll try not to drop anything
on you, huh?

- Sorry, everybody.

Hi, Henry.

- These are for you.

- Oh, they're beautiful.

Where'd you get them?

- I just kind of picked them up.

- Henry's very big on flowers.

Aren't you?

- Yeah, sure.

- Well, shall we?

- All right.

- Something wrong?

- No.

Go ahead.

I'm just gonna warm up.

- Okay.

- Hey, mister, leave me alone.

- Hey.

Let go of my hand.

Let go of my hand.

Let go!

That looked scary.

- Only if you don't
know what you're doing.

That was great.

- Thanks very much.

- Does anyone feel like taking a breather?

- I wouldn't mind.

- Well, Gretch, I guess
it's you and me, huh?

You damn Marines.

- You need a hand, huh?
- I do, yes.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, you're not allowed on
the floor without any skates.

No drinks either.

- Relax, I'm leaving.

Here.

Must've gotten a bad pair of skates.

- Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

- So tell me about Michael.

- What do you wanna know about Michael?

- Uh, like-

- Like, is he my boyfriend or something?

- Excuse me?

- So your dad's out
fishing tonight, isn't he?

- Fishing, right.

No.

- No?

- I sort of lied.

- You did?

Why'd you do that?

What does your dad do?

- He's a gravedigger.

It's not all just digging
holes, like everybody thinks.

There's the grass and the
flowers to look after.

Trees always need cutting back.

Something about being near

the ocean makes everything grow faster.

That's what he says.

He keeps it real nice.

It's a nice place.

- Why don't you take me there sometime.

- She's a Gatsby girl.

If you ask me, you're barking
up the wrong pair of gams.

- Who asked?

- I'm just looking out for you!

- Right.

- All right, wise guy, listen to this:

I heard the Nazis got this thing, right?

It comes right out of the
ground and goes right for it.

Blows the whole package right off.

One second, you're John
Wayne, and the next,

you're Minnie Mouse.

- Nicky, there are other things.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Like what?

- Like, other things.

- Okay.

I just hate to see you
spend the last few weeks

of your manhood chasing
something you can't catch.

- Go away.

- Oh, I get it!

You want a picture for your wallet.

You want some girl who's
gonna send you flowers,

and poems and sweethearts-

- Shut up!

- That's it, isn't it?

- Yeah, well, what's wrong with that?

- Nothing.

But I'll tell you something.

I ain't gonna be no sap to some skirt.

Because when I finish killing Japs,

I ain't coming back here.

I want nothing to do with this place.

- Give me your hand.

- Thank you.

- Here.
- What is this place?

- Danny's Tap Room.

Or what's left of it.

This is the stage.

That used to be the bar.

Over in the corner used to be a couple

of nickelodeon machines.

They're gone now.

My dad used to sneak me in here.

- What do you do here?

- Whatever I want.

What do you think?

- It's kind of spooky.

- You wanna leave?

- No.

Just feels like someone's listening.

What is this?

- Ah.

This is the best thing about this place.

- A piano.

Does it work?

- Plays up a storm.

- It couldn't.

- It could.

It's magic.

- Magic?
- Magic.

- Do you play?
- A little.

Play something.

- Not a key sticks.

- How'd you learn to play like that?

- Lessons.

The day Eddie Richards
tries to throw Tommy Lester

out at third base,

hits him in the head,

I'm doing this,

for Mr. Arthur, my teacher.

Tommy gets a concussion,

and I miss it.

And I've never forgiven
my mother for that.

- Wish I could play like that.

- Come here.

Come here, I'll teach you.

Come on, sit down.

Okay, give me your hand.

Okay, you do this.

Repeat it.

- That's it?

- Well, you could try my part.

- What's your part?

Think I'd better go.

When do you leave?

- Next month.

- Hi.

Sorry, I forgot my key.

- Oh, it's all right.

- What's this?

- Alice brought you a present.

- Oh, they're back.

- Mm-hmm.
- Did you get something?

- Yes.

She gave me some scented
soap, and they gave me a robe.

- Is it pretty?

It's pretty.

It's a size 44.

It's pretty.

- Oh, Mom.

Where is she?

- She's upstairs.
- I'm gonna try it on.

- Just a minute.

- Alice, this is beautiful.

- Well, I thought it would be.

You know, it annoys the hell out of me

that I can't wear that color.

- I don't know what to say.

- "Merry Christmas" will do.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas, Caddie.

Sit down.

I thought that your first
Christmas in a new town,

where you knew maybe three people,

wouldn't be your favorite.

Thank you, Alice.

Alice.

Oh, hello, Caddie.

Merry Christmas.

Don't you look pretty!

- Merry Christmas, Mr. Donnelly.

- Alice, I'm down in the pantry
with whipped cream and eggs

all over the place.

Will you hurry?

- I'm hurrying, Daddy.

How do you
like those pearls, Caddie?

Beautiful.

- Please, darling.
- Yes, Daddy.

- Hey, Nash.
- Hi.

- Aren't you supposed to be in school?

- Sometimes I just don't make it.

- How come?

- I don't know.

Figure, what's the point?

- If you were in school, you
wouldn't have to leave so soon.

- Well, a war's going on.

I'm gonna have to go sooner or later.

What about you?

- Oh, I got to finish up
early at my old school

because we were moving.

- Oh, that's good.

So I guess you got plans for this morning.

- No.

You?

- No.

No, I don't.

- Sure you know where you're going?

- Positive.

Nicky put an arrow around here someplace.

That tree!

There's an arrow on the
other side of that tree.

There is!

That arrow points
directly to the pond.

Good ol' Nicky.

- Points straight up.

- Nicky always was a fool.

- Well, we know it's not that way,

so it's gotta be that
way, that way or that way.

- Or somewhere in between.

- Right.

- I wish Argus was here.

- You found it, you found it?

Oh.

Oh, that's beautiful.

How did you find this place anyway?

My father sort
of gave it to me and Nicky.

Gave it to you?

- He'd make these maps,
these treasure maps,

and then me and Nicky would follow them

and dig whatever was up at the other end.

- Mm-hmm.

- One time we ended up here.

He wrapped up this watch.

See there?

And he put it out there in the middle.

Me and Nicky spent what
must've been about an hour

sloshing around in the mud on the bottom.

Crawling around.

I don't think my dad cared

whether we ever found the watch or not.

It was this place.

- Mm-hmm, yeah.

He sounds wonderful.

- What do you say we cool off?

- It's January.

- It's hot.

- Henry, we can come back in
the spring, when it warms up.

- I won't be here when it warms up.

Come on, what do you say?

- It's hot.

- Hot!

I'm so hot.

I don't have my bathing suit on.

- Well, well, when me and Nicky came here,

we never used to wear bathing suits.

- Oh.

All right.

- You can wear your
understuff if you wanna.

Seeing as it's January and all.

Whoo!

Come on, it's great!

Come on!

Whooo!

Hurry up!

Just jump in.

- It's pretty cold.

So does anybody else
know about this place?

- I don't think so.

- I guess we have it to ourselves, then.

Yeah.

Guess so.

- You know, it's not that bad.

I think I'm getting used to it.

- Yeah, your body just has to adjust.

- What made you think of coming here?

- I don't know.

It's one of my favorite places.

- You're shaking.

- So are you.

- She's a nice girl.

And money on top of it all.

You're lucky, Hop.

- I think she's the one, Nicky.

You know what I mean?

- Johnny Lester came in today.

His brother's dead.

- Tommy?

He died on an island.

Guadel, or, Guod-
- Guadalcanal.

- Yeah.

Funeral's tomorrow.

Johnny said we're invited.

Wanna go?

- I don't think so.

- Yeah.

Me either.

You know what I want, Henry?

I want an eagle right here.

A tattoo.

Yeah.

Just wait till those
Japs see me and my eagle

come charging over the hill.

Just come charging over the hill.

There's a war out there somewhere, Hop.

So they're in this submarine, right?

And the Japs are going at
them with everything they got.

Guys are drowning.

Guys are on fire.

There are sharks, and they got guns.

So you know what Tyrone Power says?

He says, "Fuck them!"

Just like that.

- Tyrone Power never said, "Fuck them."

- Right.

And that's when he does it.

He just, He just surfaces in
the middle of Tokyo Harbor.

Jeez!

What balls!

Maybe we should join the submarine corps.

- Pussies.

- What?

- They're pussies!

- No, Tyrone Power is not a pussy.

- You wouldn't know a
pussy if you saw one.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

You know why?

Because you drink too much.

- Me?

- Pisses me off!

Pisses me off badly!

Because when you drink too
much, it makes your brain soft.

- Let me see, I gotta show you something.

Before I started drinking,
I could not do that!

- Why would you wanna do that?

- It gives me pleasure.

Wowee.

- Wowee.

- Right here!

Clear across my goddamn chest.

- A real patriot, huh?
- Damn right!

In just four short weeks,
me and my buddy here

are gonna be proud members

of the United States Marine Corps.

- Lucky us.

Listen, kid,

I'm gonna do you a favor.

I'm not gonna put anything on your chest.

That way, when you wake up in the morning,

you still will have that
wonderful baby-pink skin.

You'll thank me, believe me.

- Hey, wait a minute.

This is the bird of freedom
we're talking about here.

Ain't no American that wouldn't be proud

to carry that over his heart.

- You ought to cut down
on the newsreels, kid.

- Hey, what is this, you
give tattoos or advice?

- All right, how much do you boys got?

- I uh, got $1.25.

- I got 13 cents.

$1.38 will get you a sparrow
on your elbow.

- A sparrow?

- Or how about a snake

coming out of your navel?

Now, that's real popular!

- You've gotta be kidding!

He's kidding, right, Hop?

I'm talking about the high-flying
red-white-and-blue bird

of freedom here!

- Bird of freedom don't come cheap.

- A snake coming out of my navel.

He's probably some kind of a Nazi.

Hey, listen.

It's the train.

Touch the rail with your
shoe, you can feel it.

Let's race it, like when we were kids.

- We're drunk.

- Who cares?

I wanna race it.

- We'll get killed.

- No, we won't.

No, we won't.

This train's an old friend.

It would never hurt us.

Here she comes!

Come on, Hopper!

Race with me!

Race with me!

Race with me!

Race with me, Hop!

- Nicky!

Nicky!

Nicky!

Whoo-hoo.

Hey, Nicky, where you going?

Hey, wait up, will you?

Are you all right?

- She's late, Hop.

- What?

- Sally.

She's pregnant.

- What are you talking about?

- Three weeks till we leave,
and she hits me with this.

She told me this afternoon.

You gotta help me, Hop.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- To get the money.

- Money?

- For an abortion.

- An abortion?

Nicky!

Didn't you use anything?

- It just happened.

- Just happened?

Nicky, you been seeing
this girl for four months!

- So?

- So Jesus Christ, Nicky!

- "So Jesus Christ, Nicky."

"Jesus Christ, Nicky!"

I'm paying for it, all right?

- No, she's paying for it, Nicky!

She's paying for it!

- Hop.

Hop, since when did you
become such a saint, huh?

Huh, Hop?

The only difference between me
and you is you've been lucky.

That's all!

That's it, Hop!

- How much?

- Annie says it costs 150 for a clean one.

- 150?

Nicky, where are we gonna
get that kind of money?

- We could do like we did last summer,

when we needed a transmission
for the Plymouth.

- We almost got killed!

- Well, what other way is there?

- I'll think about it.

Come on.

My dear friends in Christ,

we are gathered here today
to lay to rest the soul

of Thomas Alan Lester,

who gave his life for the
service of his country.

Amen.

To the flag, face!

Hup, hup.

To the front, face!

Forward, hup!

Hup, hup, hup.

To the flag, face!

Hup, hup.

Hup.

- Hello there, stranger.

You up early or late?

- Late.

- Let your mother know
next time, all right?

- Okay.

- You wanna talk?

- Let's hurry, nurses, we
don't want to lose anyone!

More volume, Arnold!

And remember, soldiers,

if you're wounded,

remain lying down until
a nurse reaches you.

If you're dead,

remain lying down.

Try and give a little
comfort to your patient.

Remember, blood doesn't bother you,

because you're professional nurses.

I think he might be dead already.

Oh, sorry.

- Where are you hurt, soldier?

- He slipped away.

- Wait a minute, I seem
to be coming around.

- I'll come back when you got this.

- No, wait!

Please, nurse!

I wanna show you my wound.

- R.D. Stop.
- Why?

- Get on!

- What are you guys doing?
- Go to the records.

- You're looking after a sick
man, so be very, very careful.

That's the idea.

That's the idea.

You might get some bandages
there on your left.

- Arnold, you gotta go to the office.

Your mother just called.

You gotta call her right away.

- What about my records?

- We'll watch them for you!

- But, It's an emergency, Arnold.

- No "buts," man!

Hop to it!

It's your mom!

Hurry!

Berlin Blitz is just about to end.

- Prepare for the worst shelling yet.

- What is going on here?

Stop that carrying on, will you?

Just hold it!

Stop that!

- That's not funny.

- It's a joke.

- It's not funny.

- It's not a funny joke?

- No.

You know, you're really stupid sometimes.

- What's that supposed to mean?

What're you doing right now?

Bleeding.

I can see that.

Why don't you go get yourself cleaned up

and meet me outside.

- Where are we going?

- You'll see.

- It's a hospital.

- That's right.

Smart.

Hi, Barbara.

- I'm smart.

- Yeah, you're smarter than you look.

- I'm smarter than I look?

- That's good.

- Hey.
- Oh.

Good idea.

You having fun?

- I'm having a real good time.

- Oh, I'm glad.

I'm glad you're having fun.

- Hi!

- You know who's in here?

- Sick people.

- That's right.

You wanna go in?

- You bet!

- Okay.

Here we are!

All right.

Henry Nash, right here.

Henry Nash.

He's my bodyguard.

All right?

So don't try any funny stuff,

because I know what you're up to here.

Henry, give each person
on this side a book.

Leave one on the empty beds,

because that means they're in therapy.

Good.

Hi.

I'm glad you're up.

- Oh, good, you found it.

- They had it on order or something.

- What would you like?

- You got any Hammett?

- Hammett?

- Yeah.

Dashiell Hammett.

- I'll check the cart.

- That's okay.

Forget it.

- It'll just take a second.

- No, that's all right.

Relax, forget it.

What's your name?

- Henry, sir.

- How old are you?

- 17, sir.

- How old do you think I am?

I'm 22.

You call everybody who's 22 "sir"?

- No, sir.

I mean, no.

- My name's Frank.

Guess they'll be calling you
up pretty soon, huh, Henry?

- February 12th.

- Go ahead, look at it.

I do.

All day long.

Sometimes, you know, I can still feel it.

That's the God's truth.

Only I half-believe it's gone.

Get it?

Half.

I'll just, give
me whatever you got there,

I don't...

Thanks.

Henry.

- There's a train that runs through here.

Freight.

Me and Nicky must've
raced it about 100 times.

You get close enough, you can
feel the heat on your legs.

Gondola car's your best bet.

It's got these handles that
stick out on the sides.

Once you get your grip, it's easy.

You just pull up and let her take you.

But you gotta be careful when you jump,

because the wind will
blow you right under.

- That sounds dangerous.

- That's why we did it.

If you think I needed you

to teach me some kind of lesson today,

you're wrong!

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I took you in there.

It's just, you made me
so mad this morning.

How come you never talk about it?

What?

- The war.

- Well, what's there to talk about?

You must think about it.

- I think about it all the time.

I mean, before, it was just there,

but in the last few
weeks, being around you,

I think about things.

- Like what sort of things?

- Coming back.

I'm gonna be all right, you know?

- Nicky!

Why do I let you work here?

- Because when the heat's on,

there's nobody can lay down
a set of pins faster than me.

I'm the best you got.

- No, you're not.

- Oh.

Well, then, you got me, boss.

So?

- So, what?

- So you said you'd think about it.

- About what?

- Come on!

Sally, the money.

- I am thinking about it.

- Hop, we only got a couple weeks.

Shit.

- Come on, get up.

Get up.

Get up, come on.

Okay, you're gonna get it.

You are going to be sorry.

You see this?

Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry!

Oh, I didn't, oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, come here, let me see.

Let me see.

Oh, I got you in the eye.

Oh.

Oh, look at those shoes,
aren't they pretty?

See?

Don't you like those?

I love those.

Aren't they beautiful?

How do they feel?

- I like them.

I love them.

Of course.

They were made for you!

- How much are they?
- Oh, $25.

- 25!

- It's not unreasonable
for such marvelous work,

don't you think?

- Not unreasonable.

- Well, thank you.

- That's all right.

You think about it.

You'll come back, I'm sure.

- Oh, thank you.

Yeah.
- Well, anyway...

- I really, I love them.
- It's a pleasure.

- Thanks a lot.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Henry.

- What happened?

- Hmm?

- You didn't buy the shoes.

- Of course not.

You can't just buy everything
you want, you know.

- That's right.

I can't.

I'm just kidding you, Gatsby girl.

- What?

But how?

- I don't know.

- It's not funny.

- Well, it is, sort of.

Well, it is sort of funny, isn't it?

- It isn't, no.

- Look, did you actually
ever tell him you were rich?

- No.

- Well, then, there you go.

No skin off your nose, right?

If he wants to believe that he is stuck

on some rich girl, let him.

As far as I can see,
you've got no problem.

- Well, I don't know.

Maybe that's why he likes me.

- Well, so what?

I mean, he's leaving soon anyway.

I mean, it's not like
you're in love with him

or anything, right?

Uh-oh.

- 135, please.

- Hi.
- Caddie.

- I thought you had to work tonight.

- Yeah, I do.

I just thought I'd drop by,
thought maybe we could talk.

- We're kind of busy.

Hi, R.D.
- Hi, Hop.

Is one and two open?

- Yeah.

You're coming to my
birthday tomorrow night, right?

- Yeah.

- It's not much, just
you and Nicky, probably.

I wanna talk because-

- Caddie, I gotta, just
sit down a second, okay?

- What are you doing here?

- What am I gonna do?

- Look, I've got this thing
under control, all right?

- Nicky, you promised.

- You didn't have to come in here.

- What am I gonna do?

You promised.

Stop saying I promised you.

Why do you have to come here?

Don't leave me by myself.

- I'm not leaving you by yourself.

You're gonna be okay.

Women.

- Thank you.

- What's the matter with that girl?

- Oh, nothing.

- Hopper.

I gotta go.

You look real pretty.

I'll do it.

They're too big.

- What do you mean, they're too big?

You're gonna shoot pool
with them, not wrestle them.

- I'm thinking about after
I shoot pool with them

and they figure out they been hustled.

And they will figure it out.

- They're just a couple stupid uniforms.

Besides, there's a fire
exit right over there.

Just in case.

Afternoon, gents.

Someone said one of you
was looking for a game.

- Someone said wrong.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

I told him he must be wrong,

because I never knew any
Navy boy who had the skill

to play for money.

It's all that time on ships,

does something to their balance.

- There's nothing wrong with my balance.

- No, of course not.

Don't let me hold up your game.

That's a tough break.

- Wanna play?

I'll play you.

- No, not me.

I got a bad wrist.

But my friend will play.

- How about it?

- Sure.

Great.

Hey, what's your name?

- Bill.
- Glad to meet you, Bill.

I'm Bud, and that's Lou.

Now that we're all friends,
let's get down to some business.

How's $5 sound?

- Yeah, that sounds okay.

- Eight-ball's the game.

You do know how to play
eight-ball, don't you, Bill?

- I know how.

- Terrific.

Eight in the corner.

That's 20 bucks you owe me, sport.

- No, no, no.

Now, William, not so fast.

My boy, he's just warming up.

How about if we make things
a little more interesting?

- How about if we see
some green on the table?

Does this
answer your question?

Nobody touches my money!

- Some of that money's mine.

- Not yet, it ain't.

10 bucks a game, all right?

- Oh yeah?

She said she had a dream
about me last night.

- Oh, shit.

Nicky, let's get out of here, right now.

- Would you relax?

This is perfect.

Excuse me, boys.

We've got a little contest going on here.

And I thought you might be
interested in a little action.

What kind of action?

- Well, it just so happens

that yesterday morning, I sold my car.

A dandy little 1932 Plymouth.

It's all here, 150 bucks.

- I don't have that kind of money.

- Now, William, I'm sure you don't.

But maybe your shipmates do.

How about it, guys?

You willing to back your buddy?

He is really on a roll.

- How much you got?

- Wait a minute, guys!

That's a lot of money.

- What's the matter, William?

Are you losing your nerve?

- I got 40.
- I got 60.

- 150 bucks, straight pool.

First one to 100.

Is that okay with you, Bud, or was it Lou?

Call it.

- Heads.

- Tails.

You break.

14 in the corner.

Two, corner.

Five, cross corner.

Yeah.

- So?
- Seven in the side.

- He's good.

- How good?
- 13 in the corner.

- A lot better than he
was five minutes ago.

- Four in the corner.

12 in the corner.

Three in the side.

Rack 'em.

Two in the corner.

13 in the side.

Four in the side.

12 in the corner.

15 in the side.

Eight in the corner.

Three in the corner.

Rack 'em.

10 in the corner.

- Eight, corner.

Five in the corner.

15 in the side.

11 in the corner.

Rack 'em.

Seven in the corner.

One in the corner.

- Twelve in the corner.

Five in the corner.

Nine in the corner.

14 in the corner.

Rack 'em.

- Six, corner.

Seven, corner.

10, corner.

14 in the corner.

- Oh, eat Martian head, you're dead!

Two more points!

What's wrong?

- I don't have a shot.

- Well, what are you gonna do?

- Make sure he doesn't have one either.

- Three in the corner.

- Oh, no, he can't make that, right?

Right?

Ah!
- One more.

Seven in the side.

- That's the one we want.

- Well, fair is fair, boys.

We'll just be running along.

- You don't mind if we
count it, do you, sport?

- Count it.

- It's not that we don't trust you.

Bad idea, boys.

- There seems to be some
kind of mix-up here, huh?

Hopper, you know anything about this?

- What are you doing?
- I know for a fact that

when we walked into this
establishment and, shit.

Duck, Hopper!

- Go!

What the hell's wrong?

- Sometimes it takes time-

- Nicky, if you don't
get this car started,

my dad's gonna have two
more holes to dig tomorrow.

Let's go!

- It's about time.

What the hell happened to you two?

Never mind, just get
inside and get cleaned up.

You know what trouble
your mother's gone to?

You'd think you could be on time

for your own birthday, Henry.

- What happened?

We had a little
run-in with the U.S. Navy.

- What?

Where?

- Up north.

- What were you doing up north?

- Playing pool.

Actually, it was
more like hustling pool.

- Nicky!
- We needed some money.

A lot of money.

- Knock it off.
- What?

- I know what you're doing.

- Well, why not?

We're leaving here in a week.

- No.

- She's our last chance.

- Shut up!

- What am I supposed to do,

leave Sally here pregnant?

- You son of a bitch!

- What's going on?
- Damn it, Caddie,

I need $150!

- You got some mouth, you know that?

- I told you boys to get ready.

Come on now, speed it up.

Henry, what's the matter?

- Will you sit down, Caddie?

Caddie, this is very hard for me.

The way I been raised, these people

just don't ask for things.

See,

that girl you saw last night,

Nicky got her pregnant.

And we gotta get her an abortion.

A clean abortion costs $150.

Nicky and I don't have that kind of money.

You know what I'm saying?

- I'm not sure.

- Caddie,

can you get us the money?

It's $150, and I'll make sure
you get every bit of it back.

- I'll see what I can do.

- Caddie, what are you doing here?

Why do you have my necklace?

You should have asked first.

Relax.

It, It's okay, really.

Do you want to try it on?

Come on.

- Oh, no.

I couldn't.

- Caddie.

What is the matter with you?

- L, I want to go downstairs, I think.

Why are you so nervous?

- Alice, I didn't come
in here to try it on.

- What are you talking about?

- I came because I need money,

and the necklace is the
only way I could think of.

- I don't understand.

Why would you do something like that?

Caddie, are you in trouble?

- Oh, Alice.

Alice.

I've made such a mess of things.

There is somebody who
needs something from me,

and he thinks I'm special,

and I just wanna give it to him.

I almost did a horrible thing,

but it's only because I
don't wanna let him down.

I wonder what it would be
like to be you sometimes.

I mean,

I look around here, and everything seems

so much easier for you.

- Not so much.

I'll get you the money.

- I don't want you in there.

- I guess they should be
starting in a few minutes.

They say it doesn't take too long.

There's another girl coming in at 11.

Boy, 150 bucks a shot,
that's some business, huh?

- You should go in there
and hold her hand, Nicky.

- She doesn't want me in there.

Oh, I'm sick.

The exact location
from which I'm speaking.

Off to my left, far away in the distance,

I can see just that faint, red, angry snap

of antiaircraft bursts
against a steel-blue sky.

- Nicky.
- Huh?

- Will you stop, please?
- Huh?

- Will you stop, please?

Stop the car, please?

- What's the matter, Caddie?

I wanna get out.

- Cad, it's only a few more blocks.

- Would you stop the damn car?

- Cad.

Caddie, where you going?

- Home.

- I'll walk you.

- No, I don't want you to walk me.

- I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking that
could've been you in there.

Well, you're wrong, Caddie.

I'd never take you to a place
like that, I'd marry you.

Did you hear what I said?

I'd marry you.

- Oh, well, what makes
you think I'd marry you?

- Get back in the car.
- No.

- Get back in the goddamn car.

- Let go of my arm.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know you were gonna
end up running into that place.

What do you want from me?

- I don't want anything from you.

- Hey, I'm talking to you.

It's the money, right?

You think I took advantage of you

because I asked you for that money.

Well, Caddie, we needed that money,

and you're the only rich person I know.

- You are such an idiot.

I'm not rich.

What?

- I'm not rich.

What are you talking about?

- Yes, I live in that house on the hill.

Do you know why I live
in that house on the hill?

Because my mother works in that house.

My mom is a maid.

She's a maid in that house.

Goddamn you!

I tried to tell you about a million times.

But you are so pleased with
your little girl on the hill

that I didn't wanna
disappoint you.

Just leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

- Hop, you coming?

Hop.

What are you doing?

This is my old man's car,
you crazy son of a bitch.

What the hell's the matter with you?

- You, Nicky, you're
what's the matter with me.

You're always making your life a mess,

and I'm always getting you out of it.

- Hey, it's over.

It's all fixed.
- Shut up.

Shut up.

Sally could've died tonight, Nicky.

That ever cross your mind?

- But she didn't.

- Jesus, you just don't get it, do you?

And then you get her mixed up in it.

I'm sick of you messing up my life, Nicky.

I'm sick of it.

You didn't even open
the door for her, Nicky.

Girl just had an abortion,

you can't even get out of the
car and open the door for her.

- Damn cold for February.

Laid a bed of these last night.

This morning, the ground
was still like rock.

I don't know what it is.

Your mom says Nicky's been

by the house three times this past week.

Well, you know your own mind.

Just seems you two could use
each other's company about now.

You know, for a time,
right after his mom died,

Nicky brought flowers here every day.

Come after school, just sit there.

Be so tired, I'd have to carry
him home on my shoulders.

Did you know that?

Yeah, well, it was a long time ago.

- Damn cold for February.

- Yeah.

- How you doing?

- Okay.

You?

- Okay.

- Thursday's the big day, huh?

- Yeah, I guess so.

You ready?

- You bet.

- Me too.

- I went by and I saw Sally.

- Yeah?

- Just to see how she was
doing and everything, you know.

- How is she?

- She's good.

- That's good.

- You know what she said
to me just before I left?

She said, "Take care of yourself, Nick."

Can you beat that?

We gotta
stick together, Nicky.

We gotta stick together.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Why don't you try them on.

- I already know they fit.

- I love you, Caddie.

- I love you, Henry.

- Don't cry, Mom.

- I'm not crying.

You come back and play for me.

Board!

- Keep your eyes peeled.

- I will, Dad.

- You too, Nicky.
- I will, sir.

Take care.

- I brought something for you.

It's for your wallet.

All aboard.

Board.

- You boys better be getting on.

- Be safe.

- Son, your train is leaving.
- What's the matter with him?

- Henry?

Henry.

Your train.

Your train!

Henry.

- Henry.
- Son, your train.

- Henry.

- Nicky.
- What's the matter?

- Ready, buddy?

- Ready.