All language subtitles for It.Happened.On.Fifth.Avenue.1947.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]bubulac

And here, folks, are some
of the most famous homes, shops,

and hotels in New York City.

Fifth Avenue, the street
where the original 400 built their homes,

making it the most celebrated,

richest avenue in the world.
See it for yourself.

The famous homes
of New York's Fifth Avenue.

That magnificent marble dwelling
that we are now approaching

is the Guggenhoff Mansion.

He was the copper king.

And there on your right,

that big brownstone mansion
that's all boarded up,

that is the townhouse
of the great industrial wizard

Michael J. O'Connor.

The second-richest man in the world.

Leaders of society, business and politics
built their homes upon this avenue.

Palatial homes worth millions.

See for yourself the famous homes
of New York's Fifth Avenue.

The wealthiest and most fashionable avenue
in the world's largest city.

To your left is the internationally known
Museum of Science and History.

Look ahead and you will see at 90th street
Andrew Carnegie's fabulous residence.

Well, Sammy, everything looks
just the same as usual.

It's certainly nice
to be back again, ain't it?

Come on, let's go up and clean up a bit.

- Well, is everything out?
- Yup.

Everything but the tenant in 4G.
He refuses to be evicted.

Refuses?

Did you tell him the place
is being torn down

and Michael O'Connor's
putting up an 80-story building?

Yep. I told him.

He said if an 80-story building goes up.
He's going up with it.

The manager's up arguing
with the guy now.

But, Mr. Bullock, you had ample notice.

Please put on your pants
and vacate at once.

I've got rights.

Constitutional rights.
And that's what I'm standing-Sitting on.

Besides, Section 40.
Article 27 of the Housing Code…

No discharged veteran can be evicted.

There's no such regulation.

- There isn't?
- No.

Well, there should be.

I refuse to be evicted because a wealthy
Croesus named Michael O'Connor

wishes to perpetuate his name
with an 80-story steel monument.

Mr. Bullock, I'm terribly sorry-

Oh-ho. So it's you again.

Well, if you came back to apologize,
you can.

Mr. Bullock, don't you realize
this building is being torn down?

Every tenant has vacated but you.

Listen, chum,
I've hunted three months for this foxhole,

and I'm not leaving this bed.

Will you vacate quietly, or must I-

Call your Cossacks!

I'll fight it out on this front
if it takes all winter.

All right, boys.

Take him out.

- Come on.
- There you are.

Do your worst.

I captured these handcuffs
from a Japanese MP.

Little did I know that this souvenir of war

would become the instrument
of resisting tyranny.

Go ahead. Let's see you move me now.
Ha!

I'll fight this outrageous intrusion
of human rights.

I'll sue Michael O'Connor.
He can't get away with this.

Just because I'm in bed
is no sign I'm taking this lying down.

Michael O'Connor is an octopus.

A human ah-ah- octopus slowly
strangling civilization in his tentacles.

Sam, stop that.

Go on up here.

Come on. Up.

Is that your dog?

Well, I'm terribly sorry.

I suppose my dog and I
are somewhat responsible.

Why don't you keep him on a leash?

Why, he's not afraid I'll run away.

Are you, Sam?

Say. you better go home and change.

- Where do you live?
- Right here.

You're practically standing
in the middle of my living room.

Draw up a chair and sit down.

Uh-uh.

Careful of those cigar ashes on the rug.

Oh, terrible thing, isn't it?

The housing problem.

I'd settle for an upholstered
steam-heated gutter.

Well, fortunately,
I solved my residential problem years ago.

Say, he likes you.

And when Sam likes a stranger.
That's good enough for me.

I... feel somewhat obligated.

Care to be my guest for the night?

No, I don't wanna trouble you.
Thanks, anyway.

Oh. it's no trouble at all.

As it happens, I live alone.

I'd be delighted to have you.

Well, are you sure
it would be all right with Sam?

Do you… Do you always…?

Only when the house is boarded up.

Only when the house is boarded up...

Yeah. Come on.

"Michael O'Connor, Winner,

Champion Class B Sloop.
1937, Newport Races."

Michael O'Connor?

Here you are, my boy. Try this.

Well, isn't this just dandy?

The great Michael O'Connor in person.

I've always wanted to see a walking
cash register.

- Now, I just...
- Listen, moneybags.

While guys like you are living here
in Oriental splendor,

guys like me are being thrown
out of $40-a-month apartments.

You so wrapped up in yacht races
you've forgotten there's a human race?

My boy, much to my regret,
you've forced me to divulge a secret.

I am not Mr. O'Connor.

My name is McKeever.

Aloysius T. McKeever.

You mean, you're not…?

Yeah, but isn't this…
I mean, don't you-

Well... let us say
that I'm a guest of Mr. O'Connor.

Oh. I'm sorry. I thought maybe…

- You mean you live here all alone?
- Uh-huh.

Where's O'Connor?

In Virginia.

A place called Bubbling Springs.

Oh, it's quite beautiful there.

"Evicted tenant calls O'Connor octopus."

Heh. What do you think of that?

Well, couldn't you have kept
this thing out of the newspapers?

Publicity like this doesn't do me
or the project any good, you know.

I was on my way down here.
Picked up the paper at the airport.

Octopus. Huh!

Well, let's get on.

Gentlemen, you're wondering
why I called this conference.

The building we're constructing
in New York, as you're well aware of,

is merely the first link
in our postwar plans.

Our new headquarters, in fact.

Link number two is right there.

Take a good look, gentlemen.

This is the main terminal
of our newest and greatest venture.

An air cargo network
that will span the globe.

And with the proper facilities.
As you see here,

vast quantities of industrial cargo
can be moved by air

a dozen times as rapidly
as present land and water transportation.

- Well, gentlemen, what do you think of it?
- It's inspired, Michael.

But you're not going
to build all of this in New York, are you?

It's an ambitious undertaking.

Where are you gonna get
sufficient property?

Tell them, Farrow.

Well, believe it or not, gentlemen,
we're getting it from the government.

- From the government?
- From the government?

Exactly.

The government owns Camp Kilson.
Over 300 acres, just outside the city.

It's to be sold one month from today,
and they will accept any reasonable offer.

Farrow here is flying to Washington tonight
to find out what they consider reasonable.

Your pills, Mr. O'Connor.

Oh. Mm.

- Ah. And now. gentlemen...
- Excuse me.

There's a long-distance call
from your daughter's school, sir.

- Well, not now. I'll call her back.
- Oh, but it isn't your daughter.

It's the headmistress.
And she says it's very urgent.

Mull over that project for a moment,
gentlemen. I'll be right with you.

- I'll take it in here.
- Yes, sir.

I don't think…

Hello?

Yes. this is Mr. O'Connor.

Trudy was missing
from class this morning.

I'm terribly afraid
she's run away, Mr. O'Connor.

Well, I don't understand this.

Yes. Yes, do that.

And I'll keep you posted.

Thanks.

Goodbye.

Mr. O'Connor, anything I can do?

Do you suppose she's gone
to her mother?

I have no idea. but I doubt it.

Farrow, phone our legal department
in New York.

I want the best detective agency
they can get.

Check every hotel. every airport. railroad
and bus station in New York. Chicago

and all points west.

Tell New York to keep in constant touch
with me till they find her.

Hey, Mac!

Mac, quit playing with the light switch.

Hey, what goes on here?

Jim, what time is it?

Four minutes to 9.

Can't be them.

It's too early.

It can't be who? And who's too early?

Never mind.

Did you say you lived here alone?

- Yes.
- Well, you've got company.

Somebody's coming up the stairs.

Well. You've got pretty good taste,
haven't you?

Come on. Shed that mink.

- Who are you?
- A fur trapper.

- Come on, give.
- Get your hands off me!

Okay, sister. you wanna play rough?
I said take it off.

What are you people doing here?

Oh, we just hang around
to see that little girls like you

don't swipe
great big mink coats like this.

You get out of here
before I call the police.

You'll call the police?

That I've gotta see.

There's a phone. Go on, call them.

Oh, just a moment. Uh...

Jim, I'd like to speak to you outside
for just a minute.

Excuse us, miss.

Now, remember.
No tricks, or we'll call the cops.

Psst.

- Say, what's the idea?
- Shh.

What's the idea of you
grabbing the phone?

Jim, I'm afraid we're in no position
to let her call the police.

Why not?

Because the young lady,
no matter who she is,

has as much right here as we have.

I don't get it.

Aren't you a guest of O'Connor?

Well... yes...

Except that Mr. O'Connor
doesn't know about it.

But you're a friend of his, aren't you?

That is, if anybody
can be a friend of that guy.

Never laid eyes on him.

Our paths have never crossed.

You live here without permission?

- Mm-hm.
- But how do you get away with it?

Oh, it's not hard at all.

Mr. O'Connor boards up the house
and goes to his estate

in Virginia on November 1st.

I move in on November 3rd.

But suppose he comes back?

Oh-ho.
He never comes back till March 15th.

I leave on March 13th.

It works out very well that way.

Why, you old possum.

You're bound to get caught
sooner or later, you know that.

They never even came close
in all the three winters I've been here.

I never do any harm.

As a matter of fact, I do a lot of good.

I dust off the furniture
every once in a while,

I wind the clocks.

You take these clothes I'm wearing.

If it weren't for me.
They'd be in the closet gathering moths.

I take them out for an airing every day.

Say, what are we gonna do about her?

You leave it to me.

I'll give her a lecture and send her home.

Come on.

- Young lady, we've decided that-
- Please don't call the police.

I know I shouldn't have...
have... broken in, but...

Well, I'm applying for a job tomorrow
and I needed a coat so-

That's a fine excuse.

It isn't an excuse. It's true.

Look. I'll show you.

"Wanted.
Girl with personality to sell sheet music.

Must play piano.

Apply Times Square Melody Shop."

Oh, sure!

Sure, you've gotta wear a mink coat
when you work in a music shop.

They play those Frank Sinatra records.
Chills run up and down your spine.

It gets cold.
You have to wear a mink coat.

It's the first time
I ever did a thing like this.

Please don't call the police.

Young lady, don't you know
there's a law against breaking

into other people's homes?

I do, but... I was alone
and... hungry and... desperate.

I…

I'll get some water.

Yeah, hurry.

Here.

You feel better?

Much.

Say, when was the last time you ate?

I'd rather not talk about it.

Oh, where do you live?

In Dubuque.
With my 13 brothers and sisters.

Fourteen children?

Well, the neighbors must call
your house the Stork Club.

These cookies are very nice.
Won't you have one?

The gates patrol.

- Out of sight, quick.
- Here we go again.

Now, wait a minute. Get these dishes.

Pull them up.

Hurry!

Now, into the kitchen. Quick.

Get in here. Quick.

Shh.

I thought I heard something.

It's the gates patrol.

They generally come around
every night at 10.

They're a little early tonight.

Yeah, but why the blackout?

Well, I've arranged a gadget
at the front door…

so that all the lights go out
when the door opens.

Why do we have to hide in the ice box?

Young lady, you may as well know.
I'm an interloper here, the same as you are.

Oh.

- You mean you go through this every night?
- Yeah.

You get used to it.

In fact, it's kind of fun after a while.

Hello?

This is Brady reporting.

Okay at the O'Connor house.

How'd you like to live in a joint like this?

What? And have room
for the rest of my wife's relations? Oh!

Here. put this on.

Thanks.

Anybody in that house?

Who are you?

I'm looking for a girl.

Michael O'Connor's daughter.

She ain't in there.

That joint's as empty
as a sewing basket in a nudist camp.

Young lady, we have decided
not to turn you over to the police.

Oh. I was sure you wouldn't.

How can I thank you, Mr…?

McKeever is the name.

Aloysius T. McKeever.

And this is Jim Bullock.

You know, New York is no place
for a kid without friends.

I'm not a kid.

And besides, I have friends.

I have you and Mr. McKeever.

Well, yeah, but you're used
to a home and a big family.

Besides, the other 13 kids
might get lonesome.

Say, you're not all planning
to come here. are you?

Oh, no.

I'm thankful you're letting me stay.

But you must go back home.

Oh, please, no.

Not that.

I can't go back to him.

You're married?

It's my father.

He's a drunkard.
He's lazy and he beats us.

- Beats all 14 of you?
- Every night.

You're old man's not lazy.

I can't go back.

Please don't send me!

Please.

There, there, I understand.

I wouldn't want any girl to go home
to a brute like that.

Now, you stay here.

Just for tonight.

And in the morning, you try to get
that job in the music shop.

I'll lend you a coat to wear.

But not the mink.

Something less expensive.

You be sure to bring it back.

I will.

Well. it's getting late.

Now, you can sleep in the room
where we found you.

Be sure to make your bed in the morning.

But don't touch anything.
- I won't.

Good night.
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Night, Jim.

Okay, okay.

We'll make it 30 bucks.
You start tomorrow morning.

- Jim.
- Hi.

He hired me. Thirty dollars a week
and I start in the morning.

Swell!

What are you doing here?

Oh, just looking around.

For this coat?

- Don't worry, I'll return it.
- Heh.

I'm not worried... if you're not.

Jim.

Margie!

Jim Bullock.

- Margie. Gee, it's swell to see you.
- Same here.

- What you doing in New York?
- Same thing everybody else is doing.

Looking for a place to live.
- Heh.

Hi, you, fellow.
What's your name?

- Jackie.
- Oh, this is Jackie!

How's tricks. Jackie?

- You know, he's a dead ringer for his old man.
- He sure is.

Oh. Jim. this is Alice. Hank's wife.
Jim Bullock.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Hank's wife, huh? What do you know?

A baby! Say, he's cute. Hank's?

He helped.

- Where are you living?
- Right here.

- How do you like our penthouse on wheels?
- Swell.

Where are Hank and Whitey?
- We got a line on an apartment.

They're upstairs now.
Working on the landlord.

Gee, I haven't seen those two monkeys
since we're in the guardhouse together.

I'm going up and surprise them. Excuse me.
Say, where have you been?

Margie, this is Trudy.
Trudy, say hello to Margie.

You gals can talk over old times.
I'll be back in a minute.

- Well, boys, what do you say?
- Oh, yes, sir, we'll take it.

Wrap it up and put our initials on it.
Any deposit?

- Three months rent in advance.
- Three months?!

Attention!

- Jim!
- Jim!

Why, you ugly pair of goldbricking K.P.s.

- You're looking great.
- You make a pretty good civilian yourself.

- Hank, how are you?
- Swell, Jim.

Hey, you know I got married
since the last time I saw you?

I know. Met the
family downstairs.

Say, that's a swell-looking baby
you rang up there, Hank.

And, Whitey, that kid of yours!

He's a dead ringer for the old man.
The hair, the eyes, the nose…

Hey, what's the matter?
Did I say something wrong?

You certainly did.

We don't allow dogs or children.

Oh, look, mister.
What harm is there in a couple of kids?

Why, one of them is only a baby.

They're very small.
They only take up that much space.

- Why, sure.
- One of the kids is sick.

Come on, mister. Give us a break.

I'm sorry. It's a rule of the house.

We don't take children.

But we need a place to live.
The kids need a place to live.

- What have you got against children?
- It's a rule of the house.

Naturally, you can't break the rule.

If he lets your kids in,
everybody'll start having children.

Then what would happen with the human race?
- I'll tell you what we'll do.

We'll drown them.
Would that make you happy?

- Were you ever a baby?
- No.

He's just something left over
from meat rationing.

Rules are rules.

- Rules are rules!
- Rules are rules!

Come on, Mac. What gives?

Well, you're placing me
in a very embarrassing position.

Oh, now look, Mac, these people
have gotta have a place to live.

You're O'Connor's guest.
I'm O'Connor's guest.

Okay, we'll all be O'Connor's guests.

It's just until they find a place,
Mr. McKeever.

Please?

Oh, dear.

Not in my 20 years of living as a guest
in other people's homes

have I ever been faced
with a situation like this.

Still, we can't very well
turn children away.

Cute. A boy?

- Yes.
- Yeah. Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Hello. Hello.

Hello there.

Hello there.

Oh, he's smiling. He's cute.

Well, I guess we can manage somehow.

- Oh, gee, thanks.
- Thanks very much.

- Attaboy, Mac.
- Ha-ha.

Tell me, have you been married long?

- Seven years.
- Oh.

- Are you happy?
- Sure.

Whitey's a great guy.

Say, you're a little crazy about Jim.
Aren't you?

Oh, he's nice.
But he doesn't know I'm alive.

He calls me Cookie.

What did Whitey call you?

- Sugar, because I was hard to get.
- Heh.

Tell me, what made him propose?

Well, it happened at the movies.

Gregory Peck and this blond
were getting married.

So I said to Whitey, I said,
"Gee. I sure wish that was us."

And Whitey said, "Uh-huh."

And then I said,
"Ain't marriage wonderful?"

And Whitey said, "Uh-huh."

And then I said,
"Why don't we get married?"

And Whitey said, "Uh-huh."

And, oh, after all, how can you say no
when a fellow coaxes you like that?

You know, while I was in the Army…

I heard all about those
$100-$150-a-week jobs.

What happened to them?

They're around. But you gotta have
what it takes to land them.

Yeah. That's what makes it tough.

I sure wish I had some experience
at something.

Some guys seem to get by
without experience. Even without money.

How do you do it, McKeever?

Well, I believe that people
who require money should work for it.

As for myself,
I gave up working years ago.

I never could make enough
to satisfy my lavish tastes,

so I let other people work for it
and... I enjoy it.

Yeah, but suppose
you had a wife and a kid.

Suppose you had to make dough.

My boy,
when you come right down to it,

making money
is simply a matter of analysis.

I'd like to have a blueprint on that one.

All right.

Now, analyze the times.

Figure out what people want most.
Then try to give it to them.

Now, use yourselves as an example.

What do you want most?

- A job.
- And a place to live.

Exactly.

You'll find plenty of vacancies
if you boys just use your heads.

That came out sounding a little different
from the way I meant it.

Mac, where are all these vacancies?

Army barracks.

- Are you kidding?
- Why, no, my boy.

Vacant Army barracks,
in hundreds of deserted Army camps,

from coast to coast.

Electricity, gas and water
in every one of them.

Say, you know he's got something there?

Mac, you're a genius.

They need guys like you
down in Washington.

No.

Things are balled up enough down there.

Army barracks...

It's made to order.

I could redesign them.

A few plumbing changes, closet space,
a little landscaping...

Hey, wait a minute, where do we get
the dough to pay for all this?

Who's got the dice? We need
a couple million bucks in a hurry.

Hey, Jim, where do we get the dough?

- The dough?
- Mm-hm.

Well, we get the dough
the same place we get the labor.

Two or three hundred ex-GI's just like us.

And we're all partners.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

Your problem of capital is secondary.

Now, the first thing to be considered
is which camp you intend to reconvert first.

If the government will sell.
And if so, for how much. Right?

- Right.
- Right.

Now, do any of you boys
know Camp Kilson?

Oh, sure.
That's just outside of New York.

That's where I was induced
into the Army.

Induced.

You mean. inducted.

Oh, no. Me, they had to induce.

Oh, yeah, it's a swell idea, but...

how do we know the government
will sell the property?

My boy, go down to Washington
and find out.

I was a government clerk there
while Hank was overseas.

- I know my way around.
- Swell.

Hank, why don't you and Alice
get all the information for us?

- Yeah.
- But what about the baby?

Oh, gee, that's right.

Well, there's Margie and Trudy.
They'd be glad to take care of him.

And I personally will mix its drinks.

I, uh... I mean supervise its formula.

Well, what do you say, honey?

- Well... All right.
- Good.

Okay, fellas.
Alice and I'll drive down tomorrow.

Boy, if this Camp Kilson deal works out,
we're really in the chips.

And, Mac, that goes for you too.

- After all, this was your idea.
- Heh-heh.

Good evening, everyone.

Has anyone a... light?

Now... as you were saying…

Excuse me.

What are you dressed for?

I... have a date.

Whose dress is that?

Miss O'Connor's.

Oh, at it again, huh?

Remember, don't touch that mink coat.

If Mr. McKeever
can wear Mr. O'Connor's clothes,

I guess I can wear Miss O'Connor's.

Hey, be careful with that thing!

Oh, it's not loaded. See?

I know all about guns.

My father used to take me quail hunting.

I thought your old man was a drunkard.

He hunted quail while he was drunk.

He thought they were ducks.

Well, if you know all about guns,
you should know how to aim it.

Show me how you do it.

Well, the Army taught us this way.

First, you place the butt of the gun firmly
against the right shoulder.

Mm-hm.

Left hand well forward under the barrel.

Now, you take a good aim.

Now, with the right forefinger
firmly on the trigger

you squeeze gently.

Squeeze…

Tighter,

tighter,

tighter.

It sounded like a shot.

What happened in there?

Trudy.

Hello, Dad.

Well, what a surprise.

So this is why I had to come
all the way to New York.

Trudy, I'm a very busy man.

Now, get in the car.

Get in the car, please.

- Now, then-
- Now, look, Dad.

Before you say anything,
I'm not going back to finishing school.

- And why not?
- Because I'm finished.

Besides, I've met somebody, Dad.

Somebody I like very much.

In fact, I'm in love.

Oh, that's ridiculous.
Why, you're only 18.

My goodness, a girl of 18
is practically middle-aged nowadays.

Women get married at 11 in India.

Yeah, but this isn't India.

Joe, drive to the house.

You can't do that.

Well, why?
Why can't I go to my own house?

Because I'm staying there.
Only they don't know that I'm me.

Who don't know that you're you?

Mr. McKeever and Jim.

Who the blazes are they?

Mr. McKeever is the man
who moves in when you move out.

Do you mean to say you invited
two men to live in my house?

No. They just moved in.
At least Mr. McKeever did.

Oh. And who is this Jim?

Oh, he's wonderful.

He thinks I'm a thief,
and you're a drunkard…

and that you beat me.

This is fantastic.

Squatters living in my house.

Joe, stop the car and pick up
the nearest officer you can find.

All right, Dad.

Call the officer.
Call the whole police force.

Have it your way. You always do.

Trudy!

Trudy, where're you going?

That's no concern of yours
from now on, Dad.

Goodbye.

Taxi!

Trudy, wait a minute. Trudy!

Trudy. Trudy!

Trudy. Trudy.

Joe, drive to the Waldorf Towers
and hurry.

Yes, ma'am.

Now, Trudy, listen. I-

Why... I beg your pardon?

I beg yours.

Why…

I'm too old to be chasing
all over town after you.

You know, honey, I'm still your father.

Now, please sit down.

Now, let's talk this over
like two sensible people.

What's troubling you, Trudy?

Dad, I'm terribly unhappy.

Well, why, dear?

I've given you every luxury
a girl could want.

And you think I should be happy.

I used to be, years ago,
when I was little.

When you were little? Why...

It's true, Dad.

Everything was wonderful then,

because I had you
and mother and...

that's all that counted.

Then something happened.

I never did know just what.

You and mother separated.

I was sent off to school…

And I'd lie awake nights
trying to figure it out.

I've been lonely, Dad.

That's why I ran away.

How long have you known this Jim?

All my life, it seems.

What do you want me to do?

Meet Jim.

All right, I'll meet him.

You will?

Thanks, Dad.

Oh, but not as Michael O'Connor.

And what's wrong
with Michael O'Connor?

Nothing, but if he knew who you were…

Well, I'd always be wondering.

About what?

If he were really thinking of me
or your bank account.

- Oh, Trudy, that's-
- Oh, please, Dad.

You've always had your way.

Let me have mine.
Just once?

Okay. Now what?

Well, there you are.

- Twelve dollars, and already you look good.
- Yeah.

- Here, here's your hat.
- Yeah.

There you are.

Oh. Trudy, this is positively outrageous.

You're not satisfied?

All right.
I throw into the bargain another hat.

It should maybe come
from the head of a duke.

Yes, yes. I'm sure it did, I'm sure.

Pay him the money. Let's get…

- Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
- Huh?

How much will you allow me
for these?

Well, $6.

Six dollars for a brand-new
tailor-made outfit?

Your suit is all-wool.

- Why, certainly it's all-wool.
- Oh…

That's bad.

Wool is bad?

Look, when the moths are hearing
I got here an all-wool suit,

one moth tells the other.

They're coming for a banquet.

They're bringing their friends.

Pretty soon,
I got here a moth convention.

A spray gun I gotta buy.
Insecticide I gotta buy…

All night long
I'm staying and spraying.

I'm not coming home.

My wife is getting mad.
She's leaving for Reno.

She's getting a divorce.
What am I getting?

Custody of the moths.
Alimony I am paying.

Payments I am missing.

To jail I'm going.
My business I'm losing.

I'm a bum.

All because you are bringing in here
an all-wool suit.

Pay him quick
before he names me correspondent.

Oh, look at that poor man on the bench.

- What's the matter with him?
- Can't you see? He's cold and hungry.

How can you see he's hungry?

Why, he must be.

Mr. McKeever, couldn't we invite him?

Trudy, please.

You know how crowded
the house is now.

And we can't take in every tramp
in New York.

Oh, there's lots of food and lots of room.

- Hello.
- Hello.

What's your name?

Mike.

Hi, Mike. I'm Trudy.

And this is Jim.

- How are you?
- Hi.

I've seen your face someplace.

Could be. I've been following it
around for a long time.

This hooligan
been trying to make a touch. lady?

Oh, no, officer. He-

If it's a place to sleep you want,
try a flophouse.

If you're hungry. try the soup kitchens.
But no loafing in the park.

Go on.

Beat it.
- Now, look, I...

But, officer, he's a friend of mine. Ours.

In fact, he's a relative.

Don't worry, officer,
we'll take care of him.

Oh, the poor man,
he's weak from hunger.

Doesn't look undernourished to me.

My good man, would you care
to come home and have a bite with us?

Of course he would.

And there on your right,

that big, brownstone mansion
that's all boarded up,

that is the townhouse of the great
industrial wizard, Michael J. O'Connor,

the second-richest man in the world.

Is this my home or a laundry?

Shh.

Well, Mike, you see,
we're all one big happy family here.

Now, make yourself at home.

I'll try.

Mighty nice lounging robe
you have there.

I'm glad you like it.

Say, you know, I believe
we're about the same size.

Maybe I'll let you wear it sometime.

Oh, I wouldn't deprive you.

Cigar smells pretty good too.

Well, I... I might let you
smoke one, sometime.

Thank you.

Hey, you better go and scrub up a bit.
You're pretty dirty.

I'll... I'll go and rustle you up
some food.

He tells me to scrub up.

Oh, Mike, are you all right?

Oh, what happened? Are you hurt?

Trudy, who is this woman?

And why has she erected a gallows
in the reception hall?

This is Margie, Mike.

I'm terribly sorry.
But we have to hang the wash in here.

Why?

Well. we can't very well
hang it outside, can we?

Trudy, I don't mean to be inquisitive,

but how many people
are living in this house?

Maybe I should install a room clerk.

Great Scott, what's that?

That's Jim.
He's building a barracks in the cellar.

A barrack-
Isn't this house big enough?

Does he have to build a barracks
in the cellar?

- Come and get it, Mike!
- Come and get what?

- Shh. Food.
- Yeah. Oh.

Trudy. Trudy, take a look.

A complete model.

Each barrack, when partitioned off,
will house 12 families.

Two bedrooms, bath,
living room, kitchen, for each!

Jim, that's wonderful.

Mike, Jim and Whitey are going to buy
Army barracks from the government

and transform them into model houses.

It's a wonderful idea.
- Great.

I suggest they build
a model poorhouse too,

so they can all move in
when the idea fizzles.

Well, that's gratitude for you.

You feed a guy like that
and he gets sarcastic.

Yeah, what's he sore about?

Well, he'll be more sociable
when he eats. Won't you?

Well, go ahead, Mike. Dig in.

I better not. Something lighter, perhaps.
Hmm?

Maybe he'd like to have
some crépe suzettes.

Or some breast of hummingbird on toast.

All I want is milk and crackers.
That is if you gentlemen don't mind.

- Milk and crackers?
- Ulcers.

Only the rich get ulcers.

Oh... What he means is
that he hasn't eaten for so long,

his stomach won't hold solid food.

Mike, isn't that it?

Yes, that's what I should've said.

Trudy, don't forget the baby's milk.

Oh, my goodness, I forgot.

Oh, it's way past his feeding time.

Great little mother. isn't she?

Hmm. Mother.

Mother?

Baby?

Oh, no, it can't be. She's been in school.

Baby?

Oh, my.

Trudy, I'd like to have a talk with you.

Does it have to be right now?

Right now. It's most important.

Now, first I want to ask-

Hello.

Hello, sweetie. Yes.

Look at the little darling.
Isn't he an angel?

You know,
he's got dimples just like yours.

Madam, would you mind
if I spoke with my-uh...

...with Trudy alone, please?

Trudy.

I have just thought this all over.

What's done is done.

I consent to the marriage.

You're still my daughter
and I'll stand by your choice.

Oh, Dad, you will? Really?

Of course I will, darling.

But just tell me one thing.

Where did you meet this Jim?

How did all this happen?

I don't really know myself.

He was just another man
when I first met him.

I think it happened in the ice box.

In the ice box?

We were hiding from the gates patrol.

It was cold and his arm was around me.

Mr. McKeever was there too.

McKeever was there?

Oh, yes, the whole time.

He wanted to send me away
afterward, but I wouldn't go.

He's really very nice.

Yeah, he must be.

You'll like Jim too
when you get to know him better.

Eh... I'm sure I will.

Well, I guess there's no use
crying over spilled milk.

You say you love this fellow?

- Very much.
- Very well then.

If you're married, you're married.

Congratulations.

You have my blessing.

But, Dad, we're not married!

You're not married?

- No. He hasn't asked me yet.
- He ha-

Jim's funny.

He takes his time about doing things.

He does. eh?

I don't even know
if he wants to marry me.

If he wa-

What kind of a man is he?

That chicken-hearted blackguard.
I'll... I'll kill him!

I'll kill him with my bare hands.

The rat in mouse's clothing.

- Hello.
- Did you think we were never coming back?

- How did you like playing nursemaid?
- I enjoyed every minute of it.

Oh, hello, darling.

Did you get lonesome for Mommy?

- Say, I hope he wasn't much bother.
- Not at all.

I only wish he were mine.

Pardon me. Is that your baby?

Well, my husband has a half interest.

She's a pretty little thing, isn't... he?

Hank, what's the real dope?
What happened in Washington?

Oh, brother.
What a merry-go-round that is.

I've been through so many revolving doors.
I'm still traveling in circles.

Well, they're willing to sell the land.
Barracks and all.

But, there's a catch.

Yeah, there always is.

They've had an offer of 150.000,

and the property is to be sold
in 10 days to the highest bidder.

Buck up, we're not licked yet.

We'll offer them 160.000.

Who will offer who 160.000?

Gentlemen, there's no harm
in making an offer.

If they accept,
then is the time to worry

about where you are gonna get
the 160.000.

The essence of big business,
gentlemen,

is never put one worry
ahead of another.

Here you are, Mike.

Oh, thank you.

You're terribly sloppy.

You'll have to be more orderly,
or you can't stay.

As a matter of fact,
your staying here tonight

is against my better judgment.

I'm sorry to inconvenience you.

Well, it's these spells you have,
these fits.

Now, I can't have you upstairs
near the women and children.

You'll have to sleep
in the servant's room, downstairs.

Sam sleeps in there too.

He'll bark about 7 a.m.

Let him out in the yard.

I won't have to get up so early.

Hello. Phillips? It's me.

- Did Farrow get back from Washington?
- No, sir, Mr. O'Connor.

He's flying in tomorrow morning.

Well, tell him I'll call him at the office.
No, no, no, I'm not kidnapped.

No. I'm in town, in an ice box.

I can't tell you where.

In the meantime, listen.

Wire Wickersham and tell him
I'll take 6 million for that West Coast chain.

Oh.

Did Mason make an offer
for that steel mill lease?

What? A million and a half?

After that... Tell him no soap.

Nothing less than 3 million.

And if American Foods goes up half a point
tomorrow, sell a hundred thousand shares.

Right. And if you-

Mike, come out of that ice box.

Mike, if you insist
on using the telephone in here

I'd suggest you wear an overcoat.

I know, it's a great temptation.
But you must control it.

- Control what?
- This playing at being a millionaire.

Just because you're living in a
millionaire's house, don't let it get to you.

Maybe I am a millionaire.

All right, Mike. You're a millionaire.

Now, come on.
You've got a million dishes to wash.

Not with that. You might break them.

Come on.

Please. Over here.

Not here. Over there.

Can I get in bed with you?

No. Go get in bed with your father.

- I can't.
- Why not?

Because he's in bed with my mother.

Look, sonny, I'm tired
and I wanna get some sleep.

Now, you run along now.

I'm sure the sandman
is looking for you.

Good night, sonny, good night.

Have a good, good-good-

Dad. Dad, are you awake?

Awake?
How can anybody sleep in this bear trap?

Turn on those lights!

You'll wake the whole house up.

All right, let them wake up.
Help me up outta here.

- What happened?
- Help me up.

Well, help me up.

Trudy, let me tell you something.

I control a dozen corporations.
Coal mines, steamships, railroads.

I push a button
and make a bank president.

But never in my whole life
has anyone ever made a fool of me.

Washing dishes.

A servant in my own house,
to a crowd of squatters.

A valet to a dog.

He barks at 7
and I have to take him for a promenade.

And as for that Mr. McBeetle,

who smokes my cigars and wears
my clothes and drinks my brandy,

he's leaving this house in the morning.

Yes, and that goes
for your precious Jim too.

But, Dad, you promised!

And where would they go?

They have no place, and this big house
with nobody living in it...

It just isn't right.
And as for Jim...

Yeah, he'll be the first to go.

Believe me.

What kind of a man is he?

Why doesn't he go to work?

He's going to, Dad.
He's got a marvelous idea.

He's really going places.

He sure is, right out on the sidewalk.

- But, Dad.
- I've had enough.

Now, Trudy, listen…

I want all of these people
out of this house in 24 hours,

or I'm having them arrested
for vagrancy and trespassing.

Oh, Dad, please.

You heard me.
24 hours or I'm calling the police.

Good night.

Hello. Western Union?

I wanna send a telegram, please.

To Mrs. Mary O'Connor.
Royal Palms Hotel…

Palm Beach, Florida.

"Dear mother,"

"please fly New York at once.

"Will contact you. Waldorf Towers.

"Terribly urgent.

"Love, Trudy."

Yes, darling.
I'm sure you're in love with this Jim.

You have all the symptoms.

- What does your father think of him?
- Dad's going to have him arrested.

Well, whatever for? Loving you?

No. For trespassing.

Well, that's the same thing, isn't it?
To your father.

I think it's awful of him, mother.

Those people haven't done a single thing
but live in that big old vacant house.

Well, there must be more than one way
to skin a cat. Or an O'Connor.

Of course. darling.
I haven't seen your father in four years.

But I think I know
just how to cope with this situation.

Your household will have to make room
for another guest.

You, mother?

- Why not?
- Well…

Oh, don't worry.
I won't give anything away.

Oh, mother, you're an angel.

I can't understand
how Dad ever let you go.

Oh, honey.

There are lots of things about your father
that are difficult to understand.

Well, now I'll take my face off and-

Oh... where am I going to find
some old clothes?

I know just the place.

Mike.

Rule number one in this house

is never come in or go out
through that front door.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Where did you get the key?

I found the key while I was cleaning.

Well, come on, hand it over.

Why, I must be dreaming.

Smells like slumgullion.

Slumgullion?

It's a kind of an Irish stew.

I haven't eaten it for years.

As a matter of fact, it was on account
of slumgullion I fell in love and got married.

It must be quite a dish.

Yes, she was.

My wife made the finest slumgullion
in the whole state.

Wife?

Well, I don't see her anymore.

We're divorced. I-

By George, that is slumgullion!

Yeah, could be.

We've got a cook now.

Slumgullion.

Taste familiar?

Mary.

Hello, Michael.

Well, this is a surprise.

I thought it would be.

May I ask what are you doing here?

Same thing you're doing here.
I came to meet Jim.

Oh.

And have you had that extreme pleasure?

I have, and I found him
to be everything Trudy said he was.

Oh, indeed, indeed.

You've taken on a little weight
since I last saw you, in the wrong places.

It's the clothes.
And you're no Van Johnson yourself.

I can remember
when you only had one chin.

- Indeed? Well, let me tell you-
- Shh.

Stop shushing me. I won't-

We're going to dispose of this nonsense
once and for all.

Imagine, an 18-year-old girl
wanting to marry this-

You married me when I was 17.

And look what happened to us.

Nothing happened to us
that a little fidelity couldn't have cured.

Are you accusing me of infidelity?

I am.

You left me and married your money.

Nonsense.

And besides, I resent your being here.

Trudy belongs in school,
and that's where she's going.

Shh. Not so loud.

You listen to me, Michael O'Connor.

Trudy is in love with a young man,
and she wants to win him the hard way.

Not with your money.

Instead of admiring her for it,
you're fighting her,

just as you've always battled anyone
who wouldn't bend to your will.

You just haven't the courage
to see this through.

Oh, I haven't?

That's what I said.

I can stick this out
just as long as you can.

Longer, do you hear? Longer.

- That I'll have to see.
- Hah.

I'll give you three days.

Three days over these pots and pans
with your manicured fingernails,

and then you'll slink back
to Palm Beach

and your favorite beauty parlor.
- Huh!

And another thing. You might as well
realize right now that this house

isn't big enough for both of us.
- Excuse me.

All right. When are you leaving?

Hey, what goes on in here?

Mike and Mary had a little argument,
but it's all over now.

A new cook
and already a fight in the kitchen?

You know, you two should learn
to get along together.

Stew!

Mary, if this tastes as good as it smells,
you're gonna be my new pinup girl.

Thanks.
But Trudy's been helping me with it.

Oh, she has, huh?
Well, keep her busy.

Mike, I want you to quit picking on Mary.
Good cooks are hard to find.

Cookie, I've got some great news for you.

I'm all ears.

Whitey and Hank got a couple hundred
of the boys together.

They're all steamed up and raring to go.

Between the gang of us,
we've averaged about 500 apiece.

And I went to see
the Wheeler Construction Company today.

They went for the idea in a big way.

They may even put up the
rest of the money we need.

Tell me more.

I'm seeing the head of the outfit on Friday.

Boy, if this idea works out,
I'll buy this joint from O'Connor.

- Hello.
- Hello, Farrow? It's me.

Listen, do we still own an interest
in Wheeler Construction?

Good. Now, pay attention.

There's a young man coming in there Friday,
named Jim Bullock.

He has some half-baked ideas about
model houses or barracks or something.

I want them to disregard the idea
and offer him a job.

Yes, yes. I don't ca-

I don't care if it's teaching Eskimos
the Boogie Woogie

or milking whales in Patagonia,
only it must be out of the country.

Huh? Anywhere.

Make it Bolivia.
The farther away. the better.

There's only one stipulation.

He has to be a single man.

Single, you idiot.

That means unmarried.

Yeah.

I don't care. Make up any excuse.

Only offer him enough
so that he can't refuse.

Yeah, right. You got it?

Okay. Now, how about that property?

We've been topped again.
The price is now 185.000.

Offer them 190.000.

I don't care if we're bucking
Morgan and Chase. I want that property.

Well, if you need cash, transfer a couple
of million from the Chicago house.

Right?
- Oh, Mike.

I'm sorry to interrupt your negotiations.

I know you have millions and millions
of dollars hanging in the balance,

but, Mike,
you didn't make your bed this morning.

- Good. Good.
- Isn't this good?

Don't hold back.
There's plenty more in the kitchen.

- Will you hand me the butter, please?
- Yeah.

May I have a bit more, please?

What about your milk and cracker diet?

My stomach's a lot better.

Ah. That proves what I've always believed.

Indigestion is caused by unhappiness.

If you don't like the things
the world makes you do,

you're not hungry.

But if you smile and you're happy,

you enjoy life
and you're hungry all the time.

I wonder if the O'Connors
were as happy in this house as we are?

Happy?

From what I hear, they're the most
snarled uppest people in the whole world.

- What's wrong with them?
- Plenty.

Now, you take Michael O'Connor,
for example.

A poor boy who became
the second-richest man in the world.

Almost the richest. So I hear.

Yeah, and is he happy?
I should say not.

They tell me he's one of the
worst-tempered men in the country.

I hear O'Connor is so high-hat

he won't accept a glass of beer
unless it's got a winged collar on it.

He must hate photographers. Nobody's
ever seen his picture in the papers.

Yeah. What does the guy look like?

An octopus.

Now, Jim.
Let's have no personalities. please.

After all,
we are living in O'Connor's house.

And eating his food
and wearing his clothes.

Which reminds me.
He needs some new white shirts.

Now, as I was about to say,

he's a sourpuss, with a sour stomach,

that's so engrossed
in his holding companies

that he couldn't hold his wife
and family together.

Maybe his wife walked out on him.

If she's smart, she ran.

From what I hear,
she's no bargain either.

They say she's really snarled up.

Lives in a big house down at Palm Beach
and spends most of her time

trying not to admit
she's a middle-aged woman.

Suppose we talk about something else.
Hmm?

You're right, Mary. It's a waste of breath.

Mike, you had enough?

I've had plenty.

Oh, Mike. Your dishes.

Now, please be a little more careful
of them.

I found a couple of them chipped
last night.

You see what I mean, Mike?

These shelves were jam-packed
when all you people came to live with me.

When I lived here alone,
what I ate was never missed,

but 11 of us, well,
that'd make a dent in any larder.

Mike, it looks as though you and I
will have to go to work.

Me? Work?

Oh. no. Ha-ha.

Why, Trudy's working.

Jim and the other boys
chip in money for food.

Mary does the cooking, and I…

Well, I... sort of supervise.

I'll tell you, Mike,
honest labor never hurt any man.

At least, it never did me.

That I can understand.
And it's not going to hurt me either.

Now, get this.

Neither you nor any man is going
to make me do manual labor.

And that's final.

- Oh, well, Mike.
- No, no, sir.

No, no, that's going too far.
Oh, no.

- Well, you're doing fine, Mike.
- Yeah.

You know, we're getting
a dollar an hour for this job.

Not bad, eh?

After we get this cleared off,
I've arranged for another one.

The movie theater down the street.

Don't tire yourself out.

Well, we... we're getting $1.10 for that job.

Say, you know, I think I can help you.

Why, I wouldn't want you
to exert yourself.

Well, after all,
I should be doing something.

I know what.

I'll get you a bigger shovel.

Mr. O-

Shh.

Shh. Quick, quick, quick.
Get in the car, get in the car.

Don't look surprised, get in the car.

Mr. O'Connor, what is this?

Now, now, now, wait a minute.
Don't ask questions, just answer them.

What about that government property?

Our offer's been topped again.

Our opponents, whoever they are,
have gone to 195.

Ah. Well, offer them 200.000.

Any clue as to who's bucking us?
- Not yet.

But don't worry, sir.
I won't let it drop.

Good, good, good.

- Now, what about that young fellow?
- Young fellow?

Jim Bullock.
The fellow I phoned you about.

Oh, yes.

He was in to see Henderson
of Wheeler Construction this morning.

Henderson has full instructions
to offer him that job in Bolivia.

Ah. Excellent, Farrow, excellent.

Now, if he accepts,
and there's no reason he shouldn't,

all of my troubles are over.

Well, okay, Farrow, see you later.

Mr. O'Connor, are you... all right?

Never felt better in my life!

- Mr. O'Connor!
- Yes?

- Your shovel.
- Yeah-Oh.

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Come on, Mike, hurry up.

Here, let me help you.

Oh, thank you.

Mike, have you had a hard day?

No, nothing to speak of.

I merely shoveled snow
off half of Manhattan, that's all.

Be careful, Mike, something cracked.

That was my back.

Oh, Mike, it did you good!

You have color in your cheeks!

Why, you look positively healthy.

I'm sick. I'm dying.

Hello, boys.

Hello, Jim.

Oh, hello, Mike.

Ah-ah!
Careful of those Christmas bulbs.

Well... Looks like you fellows
are expecting Santa Claus.

Confidentially,
there ain't no Santa Claus, we know.

Anything wrong?

Uh-How'd you make out?

I mean, with Wheeler Construction?

They turned thumbs down
on our proposition,

but they did offer me a job,
in Bolivia.

Twelve thousand a year and all expenses.

Well, that's great, Jim.

That's a lot of money.

When are you leaving?

Are you kidding?

Why would I wanna go to Bolivia?

Well, wonderful country, fine climate.
Beautiful girls down there.

They're not bad up here either.

But, Jim…

Bolivia is the tin capital of the world.

Look, Mike.

I like the good old U.S.A.,
and that ain't tin.

If I can't make a living here,
then I'll give up.

Besides, I couldn't let guys
like Hank and Whitey down.

They and a hundred others have put their time,
faith and dough into an idea.

I'd be a heel to walk out.

I don't wanna be inquisitive,

but, uh... what is this big idea
you think is so important?

I know it has something to do
with barracks-

An Army camp.

The government's selling and
we're trying to buy it.

Army camp. Oh.

- Where?
- Just outside the city.

You mean Camp Kilson?

Mike, you're a bright boy.
Go to the head of class.

Yeah, we thought
we could get it cheap,

but some drip
has bid us up to 190.000.

Oh, excuse me, Mike.

You mean to say you fellas
have been bidding on that property?

Well, sure.

Say, Mike, why are you so interested?

Oh, I'm-I'm not interested.

Doesn't mean anything to me. Only I-

I was just wondering, uh...
What are you using for money? Clam shells?

No! We got a hundred thousand
that we collected from our partners,

fellows just like us.

Yeah, but you bid up to 190.000.

That's way over your capital.

We know it, but we'll get the dough.

Tomorrow's another day.
We're not licked yet.

Hello.

Have you ever seen Santa Claus?

Sonny…

There are some people
who think I'm Santa Claus.

Why?

A little more to the right, Mary.

Down a little further, dow-

Yeah, that's it. That's it.

I feel better already.

- Mary...
- Yes, Mike.

Do you remember
that old railroad flat we had?

Twelve dollars a month
and we thought it was expensive...

- Well, it was the nicest flat on the block.
- Hmm.

Remember how we used to sit out
on the front steps on hot summer nights?

Me with my can of beer
and you with your bag of cherries,

spitting the stones at Finnigan's goat?

Yes, only it wasn't Finnigan's.
It was Murphy's goat.

No, no, no. It was Finnigan's.

Well, I guess I ought to know
which goat I spit at.

That was fun, wasn't it?

We had lots of friends in those days.

Real friends.

Yes, and you had lots of muscle.

Real muscle.

Now you're flabby as an old seal.

Yeah-who's flabby? Ow, ow! Oh.

- Mary.
- Yeah.

Mike.

I must ask you, Mike,
to return to your room at once.

- Now, just a minute, you-
- Go to your room.

Mary, I'll talk to you in the morning.

What's the matter?

- Jim.
- Yeah?

If my name weren't Trudy Smith.
If it were something else…

would it matter?

Cookie!

I don't know and I don't care
what your name is.

But whatever it is,
the minute I land a job,

I'll give you a chance to change it.

Good morning, Mary.

Good morning, Mike.
How's your back?

Well, fair on one side, bad on the other.

Oh, Mike.
I didn't sleep very well last night.

I think this mattress
ought to be turned over.

Will you give me a hand, please?

I hope you and Mary don't think
I was being a bit stuffy about last night.

Only you must remember
there are young people in the house,

and we older folks
mustn't set a bad example.

I assure you, Mr. McKeever,
it was all perfectly innocent.

Well, let's forget it.

Except that I hope
I didn't give you the impression

that I was opposed
to a man and a woman falling in love.

Now, you take this bed.

It was made for a man and his wife,

only the wife is in Florida,
and the husband is in Virginia.

You know, when you think of all the people
who fall out of love,

even though they have everything,

it's kind of nice to think of people
like you falling in love.

Look, Mac.

There are some things
that you just don't quite understand.

Oh, yes. I do, Mike.

It's very plain.

Mary is in love with you.

1918...

May I come in?

Sure.

Mike, I've been thinking.

- Why don't you and Mary get married?
- Married?

It might be the best thing
in the world for both of you.

Might make something of your lives.

Maybe it's too late.

Oh, it's never too late.

Now, you take Mike here…

He's a nice enough fellow,
but what has he made of his existence?

Absolutely nothing.

Now, Mary is a fine woman
and a fine cook.

Responsibility would be the best thing
for both of you.

And marriage means responsibility.

Whatever you do, don't end up like me.

You know, if I were a younger man,
I might be asking Mary to marry me.

Think it over.

Oh, Mary,
what's the matter with both of us?

Why don't we call all this off?

Call what off, Michael?

Mary, listen to me.

I love you very much.

I've always loved you.

There's never been
another woman in my life but you.

Now, I mean that.

Why do think I've been hanging around here,
submitting to all this?

Because you're here.
Because I want you.

Because I've been hoping…

I've been hoping that we might…

Mary. I never wanted that divorce.

I never wanted it either.

Oh.

Oh, Michael.

You seem to have changed.
It's almost like old times.

I have changed,
and I'm going to change even more.

I promise.

All right, folks, that's enough of that.

Just as I suspected.

Well, I'll be a monkey's orphan.

Oh, come, sir.

Your family connections
must be better than that.

All right, Santa, saddle up your reindeer
and let's gallop down to headquarters.

Now, one moment, gentlemen.

These people are not doing any harm.

They're not thieves, nor are they vandals.

- Who are you?
- McKeever's the name.

Aloysius T. McKeever.

And I wish you a very Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

How long you been living here?

Well, I've been here
for the past three winters.

And speaking for my friends here,

they're very nice people…

Ex-servicemen, with their wives and children,

who are merely, shall we say,
taking advantage of much-needed shelter.

You wouldn't want to arrest them
on Christmas Eve, now would you?

No.

And this nice couple here

is Mary and Mike.
Who are soon to be married.

You see, romance has flourished
within our boarded windows.

Oh, Mary, this is the nicest
Christmas present I've ever had.

Thank you, dear.

Mike.

I'm happy. Terribly happy.

Congratulations.
Been married 22 years myself.

- Well, well.
- Twenty-two years? My, that's wonderful!

Yeah, marriage is a great thing.
No family should be without it.

Now, take my wife. A great little woman.
Sits home night after night.

All alone? On Christmas Eve?

All alone and never a beef.

Well, call her up,
ask her to come on over.

- No kidding? You mean it?
- Of course I do.

- How about it, folks?
- Why sure, go ahead.

Tell her to come on over
and have some fun.

Gees... that's swell of you people.

Moitle would sure like that.

A great little woman.

Hello, Moitle? It's me, Cecil.

Your husband.

Yeah, honey. I'm at a little party.

It's that big gloomy-looking
joint on Fifth Avenue.

The O'Connor place.

Tell her not to come in
through the front door.

We have a hole in the back fence.

Don't come through the front door.

There's a hole in the back fence.

You crawl through the hole and-

How could you say that, baby?
I ain't touched a drop.

That isn't nice, Moitle.

Well, if that's the way you feel...

- She says she ain't got nothing to wear.
- Oh-ho.

Moitle's a great little woman.

We've been married 22 years.

She ain't never laid a fist on me
except in self-defense.

Well, thanks for the invite anyway.
We'll be running along.

They're not doing any harm, are they?

Hello? Brady reporting.

Okay at the O'Connor house.

Exceptionally okay.

How about it, everybody?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Wait a minute, please!

Folks. Do us a favor, will you?

Don't sing so loud.
It leaks through the boards.

Anything you say, gentlemen.

Will you have some cigars?

- Oh, thanks.
- Gee, thanks.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

- May I have one, please?
- Oh, sure.

Thank you.

Well, folks, you can stay for the holidays.
But try and be gone after New Year's.

You know, if O'Connor heard about this,
we'd get fired.

Well, take care of things, will you?

Oh, boy, are these good.

Jim. What's the matter?

Oh, nothing.

Oh, now, something's wrong.

What is it?

Well, we've lost out.

- That barracks property's been sold.
- Sold?

- Well, who'd they sell it to?
- To Michael J. O'Connor.

Here, read it and weep.

Well, boys, that washes us up.

"Outbidding all competitors.
Industrial wizard Michael J. O'Connor

has today added Camp Kilson
to his other vast holdings."

How about that O'Connor?
How do you like that?

Yeah, he wants to buy up everything in the city.
Doesn't leave anything for anyone else.

- He's got about everything now, I guess.
- Yeah.

Oh, Mike.

Yeah, now, look, Mary. How did I know
they were bidding on that property?

I'm no mind reader.
- Mm-hm.

- When did you find out?
- It's just a couple of days ago.

I only did what I considered right
from a business standpoint.

After all. I-
- Don't get belligerent.

I didn't say anything.
- But you're thinking.

- Of course I'm thinking.
- Mm.

I'm thinking what a nice Christmas present
it would be for Trudy and Jim, and the rest.

Oh, their idea is harebrained
and nonsensical. It won't make a dime.

Oh, maybe not.
But it'd make an awful lot of people happy.

You never did understand that business
and sentiment don't mix.

Why is it that every-

Oh, look, Mary, let's not get sidetracked
in a silly financial discussion.

Why should we start off arguing again?

Michael J. O'Connor.

I was wrong.

You haven't changed a bit...

And you never will.

Never.

Jim!

Jim, it's beautiful!

I didn't like the idea of you going on
in borrowed clothes.

- I hope it fits.
- It will.

Here, let me help you.

Oh, it's lovely.

Cookie, it may not be mink,
but you sure make it look like it.

I really can't take it, Jim.

Why not? It's a gift.

I know, but you shouldn't have done it.

You can't afford it.

Well, it's Christmas.

Hey, hey. What's the matter?

Jim, you're wonderful.

Wonderful.

Mike?

Women are funny.

You give them something
to make them happy and they cry about it.

Hmm. You think that's funny?

Wait till you get to be my age.

What, uh...

What are you planning
on doing now, Jim?

Nothing. What is there to do?

In the morning I've gotta get down to the
barracks and tell the gang the deal is off.

I'd rather take a beating than do that.

Mind if I go along with you?

If you like.

I don't see how you can help any.

Wait a minute, fellows. Wait a minute!

Now, I probably like O'Connor
a lot less than any of you,

but in this case
he's perfectly within his rights.

He owns half the town.
Why should he grab this property?

We'll buy it from him.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

I know it's a tough break, fellows,
but there's no use beefing about it.

We tried and we failed.

Would you mind standing aside?

I asked you to stand aside, young man.

Say please.

May I ask
what are all you men doing here?

We've been holding a meeting.

Union Square is for that purpose.
Take your soapbox down there.

This is private property.

See that this property is cleared
and no trespassing signs erected.

And those barracks.
Get those people out at once.

They're wives and kids
of some of the men.

Give them a chance.
They have no place to go.

I can't help that.
Now, gentlemen, we want action.

I want all those barracks torn down

and construction started
as soon as possible.

Who is that little creep?

Say, maybe it's O'Connor.

Yeah...

Could be.

O'Connor, huh?

Hey, it's O'Connor!

Hey, fellows, it's O'Connor.

Who did that?

I'll have you run off this property!

I'll have you arrested!

Well, let's have it.

You know who I am? Who are you?

Police!

Police! Police!

Give me that.

It's got a game leg.

What is this. a pinball machine?

Sugar?

Swell number.

I wonder if the musicians
will know it down in Bolivia?

- You're really going?
- Sure.

Twelve thousand a year is too much dough
to pass up when you haven't got a job,

or a place to live.

Well, I guess I don't know
the combination.

You must have decided in an awful hurry.

The Army taught us
to do things in a hurry.

And didn't the Army teach you to fight
all the harder when the going got tough?

Of course.
In the Army you're fighting with guns.

But in this fight the bullets are greenbacks.

And O'Connor has all the ammunition.

Look, Trudy,
I'll only be gone a year or so.

That's a long time.

Well, maybe you better not wait.

Maybe I shouldn't.

If you run short, I'll send you some cash,
so you won't have to borrow any clothes.

Don't worry. I'll get plenty of clothes.

You mean from that guy
with the champagne?

Listen, you'd better stay away
from that wolf.

At least a wolf doesn't run away
from you like a rabbit.

You guys scram. Check out!

I said check out!

Check out?

Ah. Checkowsky. Russian.

Jim, all that stands between you
and the top of the ladder is-

Is the ladder.

You can't climb that with an anchor
around your neck.

- Oh, so you think I'm an anchor?
- I didn't say that.

You did, and you can go straight
to Bolivia and stay there!

Do you hear me? Stay there!

Jim's leaving.

Leaving?

Well, maybe it's all for the best.

Where's he going?

To Bolivia, for some... company.

Wheeler Construction, that's it.

Oh, darling, if you really love Jim
you marry him and go with him.

I can't. They only want single men.

Well. that's strange.

Well, in fact, it's ridiculous!

Wheeler Construction...

Single men only...

If I remember correctly,
your father owns that company.

Dad, do you mean to say
that you deliberately planned to-

Of all the contemptible-

- All right, Mary.
- Ugh.

We'll forget about Bolivia.

Michael J. O'Connor,
you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

If you want to marry Jim,
it's all right with me.

I'll give him a job here.

What kind of a job?

Oh, I... Doing something, I don't know.
But it'll be a job…

Nice office, secretary,
good salary, all the trimmings.

Dad, can't you understand?
He wants to stand on his own two feet.

Jim has ability, whether you think so or not,
and I'd rather he go anywhere

than be one of your army
of high-salaried yes-men.

I'll be leaving tomorrow, Michael.

And when I leave,
Trudy will be going with me.

So you'll have this whole house
all to yourself again.

I hope you'll be very happy in it.

Did you say something?

No.

Where is everybody?

I don't know. I guess they're all down
in the dumps the same as I am.

You know, I don't think
I'll be coming back here next winter.

Why? What's wrong with this place?

Since Jim and the boys
lost their property

all the laughter and happiness is gone.

This place seems like a morgue.

You know, I think I'll try
the Guggenhoff mansion next season.

The Guggenhoff mansion?

Oh, that place doesn't compare with this.

Everybody knows that the
Guggenhoff place has bad plumbing,

and besides,
they don't have air conditioning.

And that's something to be considered.

Mike, a house, any house,
is only what its occupants make it.

No, this place doesn't seem the same.

I think I'll get a cup of coffee.

Hello, Jim.

Would you care for a cup of coffee?

No, thanks.

I…

- I hear you're leaving.
- Yep.

Going down to see
Wheeler Construction today.

Jim, you don't want to go to Bolivia.

Why not?
You tried to sell me that deal once.

What changed your mind?

Well, I thought perhaps
that if you had a talk with Mr. O'Connor

you wouldn't have to go to Bolivia.

Talk with him? How are you gonna talk
with him if you can't even see him?

Well, I have a friend, who works
in the O'Connor building.

Charlie's his name. Charlie Graham.

He and I used to ride the rods together.

He's head janitor there now
and, believe it or not,

O'Connor and Charlie
are like two peas in a pod.

I hope you won't mind, Jim, but...

I asked Charlie to ask Mr. O'Connor
for an appointment, for you.

And guess what.
- I'm guessing.

Charlie just phoned me and said

that Mr. O'Connor
would see you in one hour.

Mike, are you feeling all right?

Mike, you're having hallucinations again.

No, no, no. Not this time.

No, I know what I'm saying.

Don't pass up this chance, Jim.

Better go now.

Okay, Mike. We'll give it a try.

It won't be the first office
I've been thrown out of. And, Mike,

if anything happens, we'll cut you in.

- How do you do? I-
- Good morning, gentlemen.

Mr. O'Connor's expecting you.
Will you go right in?

Thank you.

Farrow, I told you to transfer
some cash to our Paris office.

Two million? You expect them
to operate with pennies?

Cable them 3 million more right away.

Can't I leave this office five minutes
without things going haywire?

Where are those lumber contracts?

Call San Francisco and tell them

if the contracts aren't here tomorrow
the deal is off.

Anything happen on that steel mill lease?

I don't care what it costs.
I want it closed today.

Yeah. right.

And by the way,
cable Kennedy in London

and tell him we'll sell our British
and Canadian holdings for 12 million.

Not a cent less.

Oh, if my American Can goes up tomorrow.
Sell a hundred thousand shares.

Right.

Hello. boys.

Mike. What are you doing
behind O'Connor's desk?

- You gone nuts?
- How did you get in here?

We'd better get him out
before O'Connor comes in.

We-Uh-Gentlemen. Gentlemen.

- Good morning. gentlemen.
- Good morning.

Where's Mr. O'Connor?

We haven't seen him.

We have an appointment with him.

What's that?

- Well. it ain't mice.
- Help. Somebody open this door.

Open this-

Mr. O'Connor!

Mr. O'Connor,
what were you doing in that closet?

I like it in there.

There's nothing so restful
as a nice, dark, stuffy closet.

Did you say…

Mr. O'Connor?

That's what he said.

Now, now, don't start popping questions.
I haven't time.

- Farrow, where're those papers of transfer?
- Right here, sir.

Yeah. Oh. Oh, good.

Now, then.
Before I transfer this barracks property

over to you three gentlemen,

there's one thing you must do for me.
- Yes, sir?

Not one word of this to McKeever.

As far as he is concerned.
I am still just a b...

A panhandler.

- Gentlemen, is that clear?
- Yes, sir.

Good. Sit down, make yourself at home.

Just a minute, folks.

To Mike!

I never would have believed it possible,
but he certainly came through in a pinch.

- To Mike!
- To Michael J.-

- Speech, Mike. Speech.
- Come on, Mike.

Well, I...
I really don't know what to say…

excepting that I'm glad
I was able to be of service.

Even though Mac here
chooses to think of me

as a drifter, a panhandler,
and a man of little principle.

Water under the bridge, Mike.

Please try and forget that I ever said it.

Mac, it's already forgotten.

Well…

It's too bad we have to leave here.

But we did promise the patrolmen
to be out of here by the first of the year.

Naturally, I would have preferred to…

spend the winter
as I... customarily do...

But…

All good things must come to an end.

Soon the O'Connor servants
will be coming back.

Taking down the boards.

Tomorrow we must put
the house in order,

so that everything
will be just as we found it.

Tonight is our last night together.

Our paths may never cross again.

And I would like to feel
that you're all my friends.

For to be without friends
is a serious form of poverty.

The New Year!
And may it bring happiness to all of you.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

You know, I always come out
the same way I go in.

Well, everything is just as we found it.

You know, it's been a very
pleasant winter after all.

I guess Sam knows
that he's going on the road.

All right, Sam. I'm ready.

Well, look, Mac, I…

Well, that is…

Trudy and I are gonna be married.
- Oh.

- We're gonna have plenty of room.
- Yes, we could all stay together.

Mike and I wish you'd come stay with us.

How about it, Mac?

Well... thanks.

Thanks to all of you.

But you have your own lives
to lead and I…

Well, it's a little too late
for me to change.

Anyway, I have a very nice place
to go to, down in Virginia.

It's near Bubbling Springs.

Mr. O'Connor's place.

When-when he comes back here,
I go down there.

Oh.

Well, we better not all leave at once.

Jim and Trudy, you go out first.

- Goodbye, Mr. McKeever.
- Goodbye, dear.

I hope you'll be very happy.

Thank you.

Mac.

- I'll always remember you.
- Oh.

Good luck.

Good luck to both of you too.

My, they're a nice couple.

Oh, by golly, I nearly forgot.

In case you've no place
to spend your honeymoon…

here's the key
to the Guggenhoff mansion.

They're in Europe.
- Thanks.

And Mary, if Mike doesn't treat you right,
you come back and report to me.

I'll be back here next November 3rd.

That's a date.

Mike.

Mac.

Thanks.

Goodbye, Mary.

Come on, Sam. Attaboy.

Fifth Avenue, this street
where the original 400 built their homes,

making it the most celebrated
residential avenue in the world.

That magnificent marble dwelling we are
just passing is the Guggenhoff mansion.

Bye.

- He was the copper king.
- Bye.

On your right, that big
brownstone mansion that's all boarded up,

that is the townhouse
of the great industrial wizard

Michael J. O'Connor,
the second-richest man in the world.

- You know, Mary...
- Yes, Mike?

There are richer men than I.

- Mary.
- Yes, Mike.

Remind me to nail up the board
in the back fence.

He's coming through the front door,
next winter.