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Gee, Mike, you're a dreamy dancer.

Swell party, Mike.

I wish you and your doll

didn't have no place to go.

We could sure make a night of it.

Mike don't need no help from us.

Good luck to both of you.

Thank the lady, Chris.

Oh, sure. Thanks, honey.

Right. I was just so excited.

Well, why shouldn't you be? We don't get married every day.

I'm a little excited myself... that's why I think we should have another drink.

Oh, sure. Anything you say, Mike.

Mike sells the stuff, baby.

If he drinks it, it must be okay.

Oh.

Oh, come on, honey, Let's dance.

Honey, you did tell the judge

we'd be there at 10:00, and they said,

"It's bad luck to be late at your own wedding."

Now, don't you worry. We'll get there.

I can't walk out on my own party, can I?

Okay, Mike. Anything you say.

- Here comes Frank now. - Hmm?

I'll pay him then we'll sneak out.

- Oh, thanks. - A guy just phoned.

He said, "Tell Mike Monroe to get rid of it."

Then he hangs up on me. Can you make head or tail of that?

Heh. Must be some practical joker...

Who knew I was on my way to get married.

Thanks, Frank.

- Something wrong, honey? - No.

Well, what is it?

Listen close to what I'm going to tell you.

It's very important for both of us.

Yeah, sure, honey.

Put this in your purse.

Leave your coat here and head for the powder room.

And head for the side street and wait in the car till I join you.

- Oh, but gee, Mike, I don't... - Now, trust me, honey.

Trust me. If there's any trouble,

you won't be involved.

What kind of trouble?

Now, just do like I say.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, sure I will.

Mike Monroe?

Yeah.

Take it easy, miss.

You Mike Monroe's girl?

Sure.

This his car?

Yes.

Let me see that bag.

Well, surprise, surprise.

You're under arrest, miss.

Okay, life begins.

- Good evening, Mrs. Colman. - Hello, Chris. Sit down.

How's Christine doing here in the hospital?

Oh, with a little time, I could make a good nurse out of her.

Oh, no thanks. A year and a half is enough.

Is this what you're studying?

Uh, no, I'm cramming for my high school exams.

I-I want to take a diploma with me when I leave here.

Well, I-I never made it at the time.

You're fortunate, Christine...

Some of the inmates don't use the time as you have.

Now, in a few weeks, you'll be on the outside.

And as long as you seem to have an aptitude for this,

I'm going have your parole officer

try to get you into a hospital as a nurse's aide.

Would you like that?

Yes.

I like you, Chris.

I'll see what I can do.

♪ Can't refuse A great big soldier ♪

♪ Can't refuse A handsome sailor ♪

♪ Can't refuse A two-fisted Marine ♪

♪ Be alert And hold her steady ♪

♪ Make with your lips ♪

♪ Close your eyes Now are you ready? ♪

♪ Big surprise now Guess what? ♪

♪ Here's your kiss ♪

More! More!

Haven't had my walk yet today.

I'll take you for one later.

Later it'll be too cool, or dark, or raining.

- Oh? - Naps are for kids.

I'm warning you, I won't be able to sleep.

I sure feel sorry for your children when you have them...

Making them take naps. On a nice Sunday afternoon.

Tomorrow will be a nice day, too.

All right, Major. Take off your slippers.

Can't reach.

I'll bet your mother sure spoiled you.

Mm-hm. I've been lookin'

for someone to take her place ever since.

Well, don't look at me.

There you go.

There... how's that? Comfortable?

Nice and warm?

You are a stern, mean,

unrelenting, unbending, dominating female.

So long.

Hey, you forgot my back rub!

Oh, you'll get one tonight.

But the night aide's a dog.

Name your price and I'll give you

a life-long job doing this.

You may have to. If anyone catches me

doing this, I'll need a job.

Heh. Now, it's not that good, now, Major.

Ah, it's wonderful.

And I've got another name besides 'Major.'

Steve... I know.

Only I'm not supposed to do that either.

Haven't you got any woman of your own

who can do this for you?

- Yeah... a twin sister. - Oh.

No resemblance, though... Lucky for her.

Mmm.

- Pretty busy right now. - Doing what?

- Taking care of twins. - Oh, how nice.

- Brand new. - Uh-huh.

She'll be out to see me soon.

- Out from where? - Philadelphia.

Oh. Will you be going back there

when you get your disability discharge?

- What? - Well, when you leave here.

Are you going back to Philadelphia?

I'm not getting any disability discharge.

Well, you ought to know. Am I?

What did they tell you?

I'm gonna finish what I started.

Anybody take me out of a plane, I'd die.

Look, Major, there are lots of men here who'd like to finish the war, but...

I don't care about them.

Just about me... I'm not through, I'm telling you.

Ah, pipe down, Kimberly!

Please, Major, relax.

Here.

There, that's better.

So I thought perhaps

you could straighten me out on him, Dr. Breen.

Well, Major Kimberly's wounds... His physical wounds...

have healed a lot more quickly than his emotional ones.

Yes.

He's had battle experiences that relate

to painful memories in his childhood...

Losing people dear to him.

Saw both his parents die in a ship's fire.

And then again during the war, so many of his friends...

As a result, be suffers a deep melancholy.

- Melancholy? - Mm-hmm.

- Well, he doesn't show it. - No.

That's what's so hard on him.

No, he's like any orphan who puts on a big smile

- so you won't feel sorry for him. - Oh.

He comes from a wealthy family, you know.

Yes... Philadelphia, he said.

Mm-hmm. No need to work, really.

Nothing to rely on.

And everybody he ever loved, he says, left him.

He's very precariously balanced right now.

He's in danger of emotional decompensation,

if I can coin a phrase.

Which I don't understand.

Now, come on.

His ability to cope with emotional distress can fail,

just the way a damaged heart can fail under too much strain.

Unfortunately, a man with the emotional shakes

can't be trusted at the controls of a plane.

Does that satisfy you?

Well, but maybe he wouldn't get depressed

if he were back flying again.

I'm afraid you'll have to let us decide about that.

Oh, of course, Doctor. I'm sorry. I...

I didn't mean to interfere.

I just thought I ought

to report the conversation, that's all.

Well, I'm glad you did.

Uh, hey how about a couple of those?

There you are.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, these remind me of home.

- Home? - Mmm. Oregon.

Mmm.

My people were farmers, and we used

to get one of these every Sunday right after church.

You know, there's something

- I can't quite stop thinking about. - Hmm?

Aren't you...?

Well, you're not one of the regular aides here, are you?

I'm a parolee, Dr. Breen.

I report to my parole officer

once each month until December the 21st.

Well, I-I just meant that...

Looking at you... It seems impossible.

It's a long story.

Ignorance, circumstances and love...

You know, same old story.

Are you still in love with him?

Well, I've forgiven him, if that's what you mean.

He tried to save me, but...

the jury didn't believe him, that's all.

Does your family know about this?

Oh, yes.

They wanted me to come home, but...

frankly, I'm ashamed.

I'm sorry... I've spoiled your evening.

No, of course, you haven't.

Sometimes I have to think about it.

Uh, Doctor, I've been meaning to ask you...

Could I have a few days off?

There's a personal matter I'd like to take care of.

Well, how long have you been here?

Since January.

Of course, I'll arrange it.

Fine. Thank you. Good night.

Look, uh...

don't forget to come back.

Well, I won't.

- Good night, Doctor. - Good night.

You've been out for months.

Why didn't you come up?

Well, my parole officer watched me like a hawk

until she got me in at the hospital.

You could've answered my letters.

I did.

Postcards.

Well, I'm not very good at letters, Mike.

You sure look different.

I like your hair blonde.

Oh, it-it's easier not bleaching it.

It don't look natural.

And those clothes.

Not like the clothes I used to buy you.

You were a doll then.

Now you begin to look like when you came off the farm.

Well, it's right anyway

for a working girl, and that's what I am now.

That's what I'm trying to tell you, Mike.

Except you're not telling me who you're working.

No one.

If you're just trying to make me lose interest...

Well, I don't like tricks like that.

I'm not in love with you anymore, Mike.

Oh, I'm sorry, I-I-I tried to make it last.

I thought maybe if I could...

I'm not crying, so don't make no speech.

I coulda told you we were washed up.

Then there's nothing more to say, is there?

I... I hope you'll be getting out soon.

Yeah, and when I do, baby, I'll find myself a dame.

Don't you worry. I'll do fine.

Oh, I hope you will be happy someday, Mike.

You sure got talkative lately.

Mike...

Good luck.

What'd she do, give you the air?

I give it to her, but good.

The next time I see her, it'll be too soon.

How much longer are you staying, Mrs. Arnold?

Well, I have to get home to a husband and twins.

- Oh. - I made a reservation

for tomorrow, unless Steve...

Oh, no, no, go ahead.

You know, I used to love her very much

until she deserted me for that family of hers.

- Still do, selfish. - Mm-mm.

Not since I've got Chris.

I might wish you meant that.

Well, how about it, Chris?

Oh, all men get somewhat fond

of the women who take care of them.

- You're safe. - That's Steve's trouble.

He always plays it safe.

Someday, Steve, grab yourself a girl without thinking.

A man thinks too long, he never gets married.

Yes, dear sister.

You hear that, Chris?

Here's my cab.

I'll stop in tomorrow on my way to the plane.

No, I'll...

I'll kiss you when you really leave.

So long, Steve.

- Be good. - Yeah.

- Bye. - Bye, Mrs. Arnold.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

- Oh, Miss Carroll? - Yes?

- May I speak to you a minute? - Surely.

H-here, I'll take that.

- Can you handle it? - Uh-huh.

Yeah?

Are you at all serious about my brother?

I don't mean to interfere, but...

I feel Steve would like to like you very much.

If there's any reason why he shouldn't...

don't let him get too involved.

His emotions aren't to be played with these days.

He's really not well.

I know, Mrs. Arnold.

Don't worry.

Thank you, Chris.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

I'll be seeing you.

I'll take it now, Major.

Oh, no.

What was that all about?

She wanted me to write to her about you... if you didn't.

You know, I meant what I said...

I don't really mind her leaving, as long as you're around.

Uh-oh...

Why so late, Kimberly?

I, uh, I was just finishing, but I-I couldn't sleep.

I sure hope Miss Carroll will give me a neck rub.

I haven't seen her since yesterday.

She isn't sick, is she?

No, Miss Carroll has left.

When will she be back?

I don't think she will be.

You mean she... She left for good?

That's right... transferred.

We lost a good girl.

Well, good night.

Turn out your light.

Oh, Dr. Breen...

Where... Where did she go?

McCormick, I think.

Did they send her, or-or did she just go?

I don't know. Why should she just go?

L-I don't know.

Then I don't know what you mean.

Good night. Turn out your light.

Glad to see you doing so well.

I'm trying to locate Christine Carroll.

She was transferred to this hospital recently.

Christine Carroll... she should be working this next shift.

You'll probably find her in the cafeteria.

Thank you.

Hi, Major.

Hi, Chris.

I see I'm late... I was hoping I could take you to lunch.

Oh. If I'd known, I'd have waited for you.

Well, maybe we can go for a drive.

In what?

I borrowed a car from one of the outpatients.

Oh, and you managed it?

Yeah, I'm doing fine...

Oh, that's wonderful. I'm delighted to hear it.

I-I'd love to go for a drive with you,

but I'm on duty in 15 minutes.

Well, would you like to take a little walk

around the grounds?

Yeah. Sure.

You're not very observant, are you?

About what?

My dress.

It's the first time you've seen me out of uniform.

You look like I imagined.

Why are you so serious?

I warned you I was the serious type.

Why did you leave Long Beach?

Well, I was transferred.

No, you weren't.

I snooped around and finally got Captain Breen

to admit you asked to leave.

Well, whatever the reason, what does it matter?

If it concerns me, it matters.

Are you so sure it concerns you?

I have a feeling it does.

Were you afraid I was falling in love with you?

Oh, why should I be afraid?

That's what I mean, you-you act like it.

Oh...

Maybe I wanted to find out

if you thought of me to come after me.

All right, you found out.

I'm in love with you, Chris.

Getting to know people is one thing...

- Falling in love is another. - I love you.

Why are you resisting me? Why be you so stubborn?

What do you mean... Resisting you?

You haven't given me a chance to, yet.

Look at you, y-y-you're beautiful.

Oh, Steve...

I'm not going to push you away.

Oh, darling! Steve, please!

Not so fast.

You got a match, Major?

We are going to get married, aren't we?

Feeling the way we do, we'll have to.

Don't you think we're rushing things a little bit?

You haven't told me you love me.

Darling, we haven't begun to know each other yet,

- and I don't think that's very... - Say it. Say it.

I love you.

"Like I've never loved anyone before." Go on, say it.

Like I've never loved anyone before.

Oh, Steve, that's true.

I buy that.

How soon can we get married?

Oh, I don't know.

Steve...

there are some things that you should know about me.

- Such as...? - That...

Oh, I-I don't know.

Here you are not even settled in a job yet,

and already you want to get married...

But the sooner the better.

When I make up my mind, I...

Chris, I've waited a long time for this...

Don't disappoint me.

Oh, I won't.

I won't.

Darling...

Gee, that's a pretty dress.

Oh. Oh, thank you.

I...

How long have you known him?

Four or five months.

From Philadelphia, you said. Nice family?

Yeah... I've met his sister.

- She seems to like me, too. - Well, that's fine, Chris.

Are they going to be understanding about your past?

They?

Your fiancé, at least.

You know he has to be told before he becomes your husband?

Yes... Yes, I-I know.

Uh, Mrs. Gordon, I-I thought

you might make an exception in this case.

I understand all about the civil rights... that I have to get them back.

You can't marry unless the Board of Correction

gives you special permission.

I have to see the young man first

and tell him of your conviction.

It's the State's way of protecting him.

But if I tell him myself?

Mrs. Gordon, he's not well,

and-and this all happened so suddenly that I don't know what...

Aren't you kidding yourself, Chris?

Naturally, you don't want him to know

and you'll find a dozen excuses for yourself

- to get out of it. - But I...

But he must be told... and by me.

Don't worry, I'll go easy with him...

Give you every break possible.

Huh. She told my boyfriend for me, all right,

I never saw him again.

Perhaps he didn't love you very much, Vera.

I'm just warning her.

Look, honey, when are you ditchin' this hole?

- Uh, December. - You better wait it out.

They can't tell you what to do after that.

To put it off is just avoiding the problem.

I... I think I'll wait.

Smart babe.

What a guy doesn't see doesn't worry him.

Think it over, Chris.

Thanks, Mrs. Gordon.

I already have.

And, Chris... Don't get any ideas.

Some girls have been known to try it anyway,

but we always read the marriage license columns.

A parole violation will land you right back in prison.

Well, don't worry, Mrs. Gordon.

Good-bye.

- So long, honey. - Bye.

What do you mean, "Maybe he didn't love me"?

I didn't say he did,

but I was gettin' him to marry me, wasn't I?

Hey, have a Coke, Doc Breen!

All this on pop... there must be a spike hidden somewhere.

Well, Miss Peach's talents have certainly been overlooked.

Unlimited. Heh.

That's it. That's it. Now you've got it.

- That's the right wing spray. - Hi, Kimberly.

- Hi! Hi, Doc. - Quite a party you got here.

- Aw, nothing but laughs. - You look great.

- I feel great. - Hey, fellas!

Look who's here!

It's good to see ya.

Look at her clothes, boys!

- Look at those legs! - I need to get over there.

Will you? Excuse me.

Huh? Let a guy through.

Hi.

A new job isn't the only thing we're celebrating.

- Steve, wait a minute. - What?

- Not yet, please. - Well, why?

Look, fellas, girls.

This is an announcement.

Hey, when did this happen?

Behind the screen, of course, I could have told you.

No wonder I couldn't make my time with her.

Gee, Chris, that's wonderful.

- You're both okay. - You gonna live in Philadelphia?

Not yet, for awhile. Say, I-I forgot to tell you.

We're staying here in Long Beach for a while.

Kantrell's got a big new plant here.

Oh, that's good, Steve.

- Hi, Doctor. - How about it, Doctor.

- Is this what you ordered? - Lots of luck to both of you.

- Thank you. - Walk me to the elevator, will you, Chris?

- Yes, surely. - Thanks, Doc.

Hey, remember, no funny stuff, Doc.

She promised to marry me.

You got a good girl there, Major. Congratulations.

Thanks.

Did you know that he was going to announce

your engagement just now?

I know what you're thinking, Doctor, and...

I haven't told him yet.

You haven't?

No, but I'm going to.

When?

You know what this can do to him.

Oh. Yes.

I'm gonna try to get him to put the marriage off,

and-and then later, when he's stronger, then I can tell him.

Yes, as a doctor, I suppose I'll have to agree with you.

But, Chris, don't marry him at all

unless you're prepared to give up everything else.

I know.

No half-way measures with that fellow.

You better go back to your party. And Chris...

stop worrying.

In spite of everything, he's a very lucky fellow.

I'm glad you approve, Dr. Breen.

You're comin' with me.

- Oh, you're too good to be true. - Oh...

Except I had to leave three messages to get you here.

Where have you been?

A girl has to go shopping sometimes.

Did you buy a wedding dress?

Uh, Steve, I... I've been thinking about that.

Why don't we wait till Christmas?

Oh, by Christmas, we can be expecting a baby.

Oh, please, I'm serious.

Of course, if you're backing out, I...

Oh, now you're talking like a child.

A child knows no reason... Only want.

That's me. I want you now, this minute.

If you don't feel the same way, I...

Oh, but I do. You know I do.

Steve, uh, if-if we do get married now,

will you promise to keep it a secret until December?

What's happening then?

My job finishes, that's all.

But you've got a better job, now.

Yes, I signed up for a year.

You have to agree not to get married during that year.

And besides, there's a shortage of nurses.

You ought to know that.

Okay, you win.

Oh, darling.

Can we go up to Oregon

and get married at your family's?

Oh, no, that-that's too far away.

But I want to meet your mother and your brother, and...

Oh, I'll think of some place.

Some place very exciting and romantic.

Wait. I almost forgot.

I... I had Sue rifle the family vault.

Oh... It's beautiful!

We can have it re-set.

Do you like it?

Oh, do I like it?!

Oh...

Oh, I hope I can always make you happy.

Oh, Steve!

Well, how does it feel to be on foreign soil?

With you, I like it.

There now...

All tied up... as legal as anywhere in the United States.

And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

My love...

You're walking out on me.

Heh. It's 4:30.

Come on, lazy bones... it's your job we have to get back to.

Oh, I won't get up...

Unless you kiss me.

You do love me, don't you?

Darling, heh, what do you need, a blueprint?

Yeah. It would help.

I'll have it printed on my stationery.

I, uh, I got to thinking,

if you left Oregon four years ago,

where were you before you came to the hospital?

Darling, you're not going to start checking on me

at this late date, are you?

Well, I'd just sorta like to know.

I, uh, I've been studying, working.

It isn't reasonable... A girl with your brains.

Why just a nurse's aide then,

you'd been studying and working all that time.

You're not being very subtle...

Why don't you say what's on your mind?

I'm jealous, Chris.

You don't talk much about your past,

and I... I guess I just...

I sorta got to thinking that I-I was the only one.

Steve, come here.

It was a very long time ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did you love him very much?

Oh, it didn't matter.

Nobody matters before you.

Do I ask you about your life?

When did you last see him?

Not since falling in love with you,

and I won't ever again.

Oh, darling, I'm all yours.

I swear I won't ever mention it to you again.

I understand.

That's the shortest honeymoon I ever went on.

Oh, darling, it only has to be kept secret for a little while.

Besides, you have to look for a place to live...

Then I can come and spend some of the nights with you.

I'll work on that.

Pick you up tonight and show what I've found.

- Good-bye. - Good-bye.

Come here...

Hey, Betty.

- Well, you just made it. - Yeah.

- Have a nice Sunday? - Oh, wonderful.

- Any messages for me? - Let me see...

Yeah, Mrs. Gordon called.

Left a message... wants you to come to see her tomorrow.

Okay.

I'll be with you in a moment. Sit down.

Sorry I missed you on your report day.

Well, what about your young man?

Are you telling him?

Yes.

But, uh...

I... I've decided to, uh, wait until I'm free.

Well, you know how I feel about that.

Chris, it's nearing time and I'm to inform you

that the Governor awards you a Certificate of Discharge.

It has to be delivered to you

either in person here at the office,

or by registered mail, so whichever you prefer...

By registered mail.

And will you mark it personal? Very personal?

Naturally.

What's with you? Somebody send you a check?

Oh, better'n a check.

Uh, Betty, you got a match?

You know you can't smoke in here.

No, but I can burn a little.

Thanks, Betty. Now can I use your phone?

I've never seen anybody gloat so much

over a fire in all my life. What'd you burn?

A letter from an ex-sweetheart?

From an ex, all right, but not a sweetheart.

Mr. Steven Kimberly, please.

Mrs. Kimberly calling.

Hey, it's for you... She says it's 'Mrs. Kimberly.'

Hiya, Mrs. Kimberly.

It's about time. When're you moving in?

Tonight.

And, uh, Mr. Kimberly, I think you ought to know...

I intend to spend a life time.

Well, you've got to...

You signed a contract, remember?

Hey, how about I meet you for lunch, huh?

Hey, there's a war on... We have work to do.

I'm sorry, chum... I just got married.

Uh-huh. I'll see you.

Bye. Thanks, Betty.

I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's past my bedtime, too.

- Oh, it isn't late, Doctor. - It'll feel late tomorrow morning.

- Oh. - I'm on duty.

It was wonderful being here.

Well, it was awfully nice of you to come.

Doctor, how do you think Steve looks?

I think maybe you're a better doctor than I am.

He's happy, Chris.

Yeah.

You love him very much, don't you?

I never knew what living was before.

He-he makes me feel needed, you know, I can go for that.

Heh. You're both very fortunate.

- Oh, thanks, Doctor. - Good night, Chris.

- Good night. - Steve...

- Good night, Doc. - So long, it was wonderful being here.

- Thanks very much. - Thank you. Bye-bye.

- Merry Christmas! - Yeah, Merry Christmas to you!

And a Happy New Year.

Thank you.

How'd you like your party?

Yeah, if they all go as well as this one, we're in.

They will. Oh...

Oh, darling, come on, we have work to do.

Please... Please, Steve.

You know, I'm just crazy about that Peachie. Uh-huh.

She's one of the nicest girls. She always has been.

She went...

Steven Kimberly, what do you think you're doing?

Well, in our family, they always open packages Christmas Eve.

In ours, we wait till Christmas morning.

- Put them back. - Just one?

- Will you never grow up? - Uh-uh.

All right, just one.

But let me pick it for you, huh?

All right.

There.

There's card.

There's one on the inside.

"To: Baby. From: Mama."

Darling...

Darling, I thought that's what you wanted.

It was your own idea about Christmas, remember?

I just got you, Chris...

I... I'm not sure I want to share you with a baby.

Oh. Oh, darling...

Darling, you won't be sharing me.

Oh, there'll just be more of me to love, that's all.

Well, that's the doorbell, honey.

You stay right here, will you,

until I get back and give

all those little flowers a nice drink, okay?

Columbine, keep your eye on Kim.

She's in the backyard.

Yes?

Now, that's no way to treat an old friend.

Ah, come on, Chris, open the door.

You don't want the neighbors

to hear me pleadin' and hollerin'.

You can't deny me a look at you,

at your house.

I've waited a long time for this.

You've got a kid now!

How old?

Three.

A good-looking kid.

Good-lookin' mother.

Not as snappy as you used to be, but not bad.

You happy?

Very.

Well, then it's a good thing you and me split up.

God, I need a drink.

Where's your husband keep his stuff?

Why is your hand trembling?

Well, I-I just never expected

to see you again, Mike, that's all.

You tried hard enough not to.

I had trouble finding you.

Except for a little blonde secretary

who used to be at the parole office,

I might still be looking.

What do you want, Mike?

You married a rich guy, I hear.

That's why I can't understand this little house,

and only one car in the garage.

What's he saving it for?

You need money? Is that it?

Do I look broke?

I blew myself to a new suit on purpose to see you...

Because if you do, there's absolutely nothing I can do for you.

You might as well understand that, right now.

I'm not so sure.

Now, look, Mike,

my husband knows all about us,

so if you're figuring on blackmailing, just forget it.

I was sorta worried about that.

Because if he knows, well, naturally,

there's nothing left for me to do but pack up and leave.

Except, right now I'm in a little trouble...

I don't care what kind of trouble you're in.

I want you to get out of here right now? Do you understand?

Getting rough?

I'll call the police, that's...

Go ahead.

Four years ago, you and me couldn't make a column.

Today we'd make headlines:

'Kimberly Wife, EX-Con Ousts Ex-Lover.'

Go ahead.

I...

I'll tell you what I want.

I've gotta leave the country, Chris.

Oh?

Mommy.

Kim...

Go on out in the backyard, honey.

Well, look who's here.

Go on, dear. I'll be out in a minute. Hi, honey.

Oh, now wait a minute. Wait a minute.

- What's your name, honey? - Mike...

Now, I'm not hurting her.

Look, she likes me.

Columbine, will you come and take Kim

- out in the backyard, please? - Yes, ma'am.

Now, what's the hurry?

- What's your name? - Kim.

Kim, huh? That's a nice name.

My name's Uncle Mike. Can you say that? Say it.

Uncle Mike.

- Heh, Uncle Mike! - That Kim!

She sure is a Cleopatra with the men folk!

Columbine, I'll call you if I need anything.

Okay. Thanks, ma'am.

You're a real, real beauty. Yes, just like your mother.

Mike, put her down.

I sure admire your mother's control over her nerves.

But she's right...

We don't want Columbine telling Mr. Kimberly

about Uncle Mike now, do we?

Mike, you said

you had to leave the country.

Oh, you like that, don't you?

Because, once out, I probably won't get back.

I got a coupla deals... Mexico City, Buenos Aires...

When are you going?

I haven't any money right now, but...

No, no, no. Not money. I've got that.

All I want is an escort across the Tijuana border.

How about... How about crossing over to Mexico

this afternoon and buying you some toys?

Your mother, too?

Tell me, don't I look like a harmless daddy? Hmm?

- I won't do it, Mike. - Sure, you will.

No, I won't.

Listen, in the meantime,

we'll give her something else to play with.

Take it away from her, Mike, please.

If we hurry, you can get back in time for dinner.

I can't even drop you a card from Mexico City?

Mike, you know how I feel.

Okay...

Look, how about it? Will you miss me?

Look, a donkey.

Oh, sure! I promised

to buy you something, didn't I?

- Mike... - Well, maybe I can buy you a toy donkey.

How about it, huh?

Thattagirl.

Now, what do we have over here?

Oh, here's, um...

How about a toy pig?

Is this a piggy bank?

Sure, famous souvenir of Tijuana.

Got some with the name on 'em too, inside.

Oh, that's it.

Come on. Give...

Look, I'm not going to steal her.

You better watch the car.

No. No, thanks.

No, no, thanks.

Thank you, no.

- Going back tonight? - Yeah.

Looks like you might get some rain.

Mmm.

There you are, sweety.

- Mike, where's the key? - Oh, uh, I'll turn around

and ride back to the border with you.

No, please, I'd rather you didn't, give me the key.

I'll get out in time.

Please, Mike, give me the keys.

Can't you allow me five more minutes?

I'm-I'm going out of your life forever.

Mike, just give me the key, will you?

Shove over. Let me at the wheel.

- Mike, get out of this car. - You're doin' fine...

- Only without the talk. - Get out, will you?

I'm going back with you, Chris.

I never had any intention of staying.

I won't let you! Get out of this...!

Shut up! Do you want to get caught again?

That's it. Let's go.

What's the matter with you? You're going home.

I'm sick.

You'll be sicker still if you don't behave.

If we get stopped, let me do the talkin'.

You just play it right.

You wouldn't want anything to happen to the kid.

Don't touch her.

I don't think we ought to wait.

Our instructions were to tail them.

They usually have a second car they transfer the stuff to.

We've been tailin' 'em for an hour now.

There's no second car.

Let's move in and take 'em.

Slow down, you'll get us all killed.

Mike!

- There he is. - Hold it.

- When can we talk, Kimberly? - What?

- You know this fellow Monroe? - When you first meet your wife?

How much of a surprise is this, Kimberly?

- What're you talking about? - Hey, take it easy.

- You mean nobody told him? - I thought he knew.

You can come with me, Mr. Kimberly.

That's a cute little girl you've got there.

There she is.

She's going to be all right.

- Where's my wife? - Come with me.

They had to remove glass from her arms.

We'll see if she's ready yet.

There's a couple of detectives up there waiting to talk with her.

I got it finally from Sacramento.

Don't say I never share things with you.

Mike Monroe, San Quentin, five years

on a Federal violation, paroled two months ago.

The woman, Christine Carroll, now Kimberly.

Kimberly from a well-known Philadelphia family.

She and Monroe were sweethearts. She served time with him.

- Eighteen months for complicity. - Whose child is it?

Kimberly's... she's been married four years.

And anyway, Monroe was in jail.

It's bad enough, isn't it? Just gets out,

she's right back with him again in the same ol' racket.

- What a story. - She must've loved him.

Just a moment.

Nurse, you promised I could see my little girl.

- Where is she? - You also wanted to see Dr. Breen.

Well, he's here, finally.

- Hello, Doctor. - Hello, Chris.

You don't believe it's true, do you?

I don't know what to believe.

I think it was inconsiderate of the fellow to die...

Not to help you out of this.

Why hasn't Steve been to see me?

He will, in time.

There's nothing wrong with him, is there?

We haven't been able to find him for two days, but we will.

They're checking the border joints this morning.

Oh.

If I could just see him, I...

I know he'd know I'm telling the truth.

What kind of power did this man have over you

to make you do a thing like that?

I thought anything was better than having Steve know.

I was wrong.

But you must've known

why this fellow wanted to go to Mexico.

He could've skipped the country without you.

Easy to argue now, Doctor.

I thought I was going to get rid of him.

Steve.

You must be getting it down pat by now.

Well, what else?

I love you, Steve.

Steve, she's very tired. Be careful.

- Go easy. - Let me alone.

You said you wanted to see me? I'm here.

- But you're drunk, Steve. - I'm not drunk.

No, sleep, sleeping pills that don't work.

You'd be like this, too.

Well, what else? Why didn't you tell me you had a prison record?

I... I thought it was best for you...

Oh, don't... Don't give me that.

Best for you friend, Mike Monroe.

Was it he who advised you?

Don't tell your husband,

and then when I get out he won't be suspicious of it.

That's not true and you know it's not true!

How do I know? Because you tell me?!

What did you think I was?

How could you see him again when you promised me?

I didn't want to.

He knew where you were! How?!

He said he got the address from a girl

who worked in the parole office.

Lies! Lies!

Secret wedding you wanted?

What a joke!

The baby's a joke. Kim is a joke!

Risking her life for your lover!

No, I didn't. I didn't.

Steve, it's not true.

I think you better get yourself a lawyer.

The marriage of Steven Kimberly and Christine Carroll,

having been performed under false pretenses,

in that the woman concealed that she was still a convict,

is hereby declared null and void.

Furthermore, despite the fact

that the grand jury listened to Mrs. Kimberly's story

and believed her...

At least found insufficient evidence to indict her...

This court, due to those recent events,

has found Mrs. Kimberly to be an unfit mother.

Exclusive and complete custody

of Kim Kimberly, aged three, is therefore awarded

to her father, Steven Kimberly.

The mother is to have no rights whatsoever.

I believe Mr. Kimberly wishes to make

some financial settlement in your behalf.

This is up to him.

All rise. Court's adjourned.

This is the only place that my past

doesn't seem to make any difference.

This is my past.

I'm glad you came, Chris.

You are a...

You're nice not to say I told you so.

Give me time.

He hasn't let you see the child?

No.

Uh, he's, uh, taken her back to Philadelphia.

You know, every time I see

a little girl with brown braids,

I-I follow her around on the streets, in the parks.

It's just awful, Mrs. Gordon.

I'm frightened.

You have to get to work.

I...

I've had two nursing jobs already.

I can't seem to stick somehow.

Naturally, that's only a reminder.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

If there were just some way

to make time pass quickly, some miracle, I think...

I think, maybe, in time,

I'll stop thinking about it, don't you?

How I used to hate this place and everything it stood for.

Now I wish they had sent me back to prison.

At-at least there, I wouldn't have to think about it.

There, I know I couldn't see her anymore.

Chris, a man came to see me this morning.

He's a magician... wanted one of our girls for a job.

I had to turn him down because it's not appropriate

- for a parolee. - Mm-hmm.

It might be just the magic you need.

Oh, I don't believe in magic, Mrs. Gordon.

He travels around the country a lot, Chris.

Vaudeville, night clubs.

He puts on shows for children.

From what I understand,

children get a big kick out of his magic show.

Why don't I call him and ask for an appointment?

No, I don't think so.

It can't do much harm just to talk to him.

What interests you about this job?

Well, I, uh, I understand you travel a lot

and I want a change.

Oh?

Catch!

Give her another chance, Mr. Marvel, please.

Sorry. I...

One more thing... can you smile?

Well, I can learn.

Catch!

Hmph. That's better.

- Come over here. - Yes.

Now watch, Chris. Very simply. Huh?

Oh.

Once more. There.

Try that.

- I don't think I can. - Yes, you can.

Put it on the back of your hand.

No, no, no. It'll never work that way.

On the back of your hand.

That's right, now try it.

No, d-don't claw it, my dear, don't claw it.

Gently, illusion, yeah.

Try it.

- Who is it? - It's Chris.

- Come in. - Oh.

Chris, fame and fortune have finally caught up with us.

We audition on television tomorrow.

- Oh... - Well, isn't that what you wanted?

No more rushing around?

Well, Phil, I'm afraid it'll have to be postponed for a little while.

Oh, got that mother itch again, huh?

Chris, I've told you, even if you went there,

he wouldn't let you see the child.

But I might have a chance this time.

Here, look at this. Look.

"Steven..." I've waited four long years for this.

I've got to try.

Oh, I sure... Well... I'll audition alone.

You'd probably cramp my style anyway.

Thanks, Phil.

Yeah, I know, lady.

Follow that car.

Yes, please.

She's pretty, don't you think?

I wouldn't know, lady... I'm near-sighted.

Here you are, dear.

There are the twins over there.

She's limping.

Not much.

- Oh, Kim. - Hello, darling.

- Oh, how lovely. - Thank you.

Do you want to take them over to the table?

Yes, Mother. You go along with them, Kim.

And a four-leaf clover.

I hope Kim has fun today.

It's a lovely party.

It's not a very good trick, but it's noisy.

- Chris! - Oh, Susan, I'm sorry.

I didn't realize this was your house.

I-I didn't come to make any trouble.

Of course, you didn't.

Let's go over here, shall we?

Now, boys and girls, we're going to make

this big block of wood disappear from this hat.

Watch.

- Chris, how are you making out? - Fine.

Susan, tell me about Kim's leg. Is that from the accident?

Didn't it mend properly?

The doctor says there's nothing wrong with it.

Kim just enjoys it that way.

What do you mean, "enjoys it"?

Well, she's not a happy child, perhaps that explains it.

She just doesn't mix with children or with grown-ups.

- Kim, sit down! - Sit down!

Sit down! Sit down!

Kim... you can sit down, dear.

Mary, stop them!

Susan, does Steve realize this?

Steve? For him, she's the sun and the moon.

He almost didn't accept the Paris appointment

because the pediatrician said that she shouldn't travel...

It would only add to her insecurity.

- Well, doesn't he see... - Not anywhere but backwards.

He just can't get over it.

I've tried, we all have.

Kim needs a mother, Steve, a wife.

Oh. Isn't there anyone he's interested in?

The nearest is over there in pink...

Rosemary Balder.

They've always known each other. She...

Where're you living now, Chris?

I... I've been travelling.

I just came to get a look at Kim.

I had to.

Susan, doesn't she ever laugh?

Not often, it's...

It's really quite pathetic sometimes.

A recluse at seven.

Poor little thing.

It's not your fault.

Well, whose is it, then?

She wasn't like this before.

Mrs. Arnold, Mr. Arnold is phoning you.

Thank you, Vera.

- Will you excuse me a minute? - Of course.

All your money. All your money.

Now, for my next trick, I have

to have somebody help me, uh...

How about one of the birthday twins?

Mr. Clown, maybe I can help you.

I'm bigger than the others, I know,

but if you're so magic, maybe you can make me smaller.

- Better than that, I can make you disappear. - Oh!

And now for the grand finale.

- What's your name? - Miss Marvel.

Well, Miss Marvel, are you ready to vanish into thin air?

Ah, at your service, Mr. Clown.

Well then, step into the magic cabinet

and lean on that pedestal.

Duck past the table into my tent.

And now, with the magic signal...

The Land of Enchantment is beckoning to her.

She didn't disappear!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I couldn't help it,

because somebody's thoughts were holding me back.

And you can't enter the Land of Enchantment

with stubborn thoughts.

Now, whose thought was it?

- It wasn't mine. - No, it wasn't yours.

- I helped. - Yes, you helped, you helped.

- I helped. - That's right, it wasn't yours.

- You helped. - I did not.

You can't disappear. You're not magic.

Well, wouldn't you help me a little?

Just give me one little push, huh?

Try it again.

All right, I'll try.

I'll try very hard without it.

But I need your help very much.

All right, Mr. Clown.

All right, second try.

Now, everyone be very quiet.

Shh. Shh.

Go ahead! I'm helping!

I'm helping!

Where did the magic lady go, Aunt Susan?

Won't she come back?

Run inside now, dear, ice cream time.

Come on, children.

Refreshment time, ice cream and...

Sue, I hope you're not angry with me,

but I just had to find out if Kim would respond.

I'm amazed. Where did you learn all that?

Oh, well, this is what I've been doing for the past four years.

Uh, is the party over?

Not quite.

Chris, I... I'm afraid...

I don't want to be unkind, dear, but...

I've just talked to Philip, and he feels that...

Oh, yes. Of course he does.

I'm sorry, Sue.

Thanks a lot for your help, Miss Marvel.

- Thank you, and good-bye. - Good-bye.

So, what kind of schooling does she have?

She doesn't go anymore.

Steve wants to get a tutor for her.

She was at school, but old headlines cropped up...

Things like that aren't easily forgotten...

Especially now that Steve is such a success.

Still, after so much time?

Oh, he never let her believe it, of course.

He always told her that you were dead.

Oh...

Isn't it really better that way?

Yes, of course it is.

Miss Marvel...

why did you come back?

Didn't you like the Land of Enchantment?

Yes, dear, of course, I liked it very much.

I-I just came back to thank you for helping me.

And to say good-bye.

Good-bye.

Oh, Miss Marvel?

I'm Rosemary Balder, a friend of Kim's.

She seems to have taken such a fancy to you.

I was wondering if there's any way

I could get in touch with you.

I'm sorry, but I'm leaving town.

Thank you, though, just-just the same.

Say, that's pretty good stuff.

Where did you learn it?

Well, now, what's the matter with her?

I was under the impression she was quite clever,

not just a bundle of nerves.

She told me that she'd lost a child sometime ago.

Kim reminds her of her.

Oh.

"McIlvey's Toy Department"

takes pleasure in announcing the association

of Miss Marvel, the Magic Lady.

"Available for children's parties..."

Don't you see? She's only doing this for Kim...

To be near her,

hoping that at some children's party again...

Oh, look at her, Phil.

I know you think she's some horrible ogre,

and whether she's guilty or not, I-I don't know,

but I know when you look at her, you see she's human...

And a mother.

Mmm, well,

do what you like and when something goes wrong,

don't forget to blame your husband.

There she is. Go get her, Kim.

Miss Marvel?

Uh, I don't understand.

Kim says I am to have dinner with you.

We hope you can, Miss Marvel.

If I'm very good, you can stay.

And George can get her luggage tonight, can't he?

Yes, dear.

Sit in the front seat, will you, Kim?

George.

What does she mean? Stay?

Her old nurse, Mary, left this afternoon.

I thought maybe you would like...

No, I couldn't do that to Steve, I really couldn't.

He'll never know. It'll only be for a few weeks.

I know it'll make Kim very happy.

Susan, you must know how much I want to,

but do you really think it'd be all right?

I'll be responsible.

Come along, Miss Marvel.

Is that all you ever eat?

Everybody complains I have a very poor appetite.

I don't want any dessert, George.

How do you know?

You don't know what it is yet.

Something with whipped cream on it.

Don't you like whipped cream?

Mary liked it. She always ordered it.

Oh.

What is your favorite dessert?

I like apples.

And-and what's your favorite meat?

Hot dogs.

George, uh, may I order

hot dogs and apples for dinner tomorrow night?

- Yes, miss. - And, uh...

could we eat in a smaller room?

The-the library, perhaps?

We could have some music while we eat, huh?

Music now, next it'll be a floor show.

I hope you'll stay forever.

Oh, thank you, dear.

"I miss you very much.

I'm very busy, but it would be nicer if you were here."

Why do you read so slow?

"There isn't an hour of the day I don't think of you.

I hope you're being a good girl. I love you."

What else?

That's all. "Daddy."

He loves you very much, Kim.

You know, even after you've grown up,

no one could write you a nicer love letter than that.

Poor Daddy.

All he does is write letters...

And he never gets any.

Couldn't we write him a letter?

Of course, as soon as we get home.

Okay, can we ride now?

Uh, finish your drink.

Oh, yeah.

- And your letter. - Oh, yes.

I'll race you to the bridge.

Okay.

You're certain no one knows?

They phoned me the telegram.

Kim is sure going to be surprised.

You're going to be surprised at her, too.

- Like a different child. - Yes, she-she seems so.

It's kind of a blow to my ego. Does she talk about me?

Well, not so much lately.

She and that Miss Marvel are like Siamese twins.

I must say I thought the woman

was all wrong at first, catering to Kim.

Maybe that's what she needed.

Not that you don't cater to her,

but from a woman, it seems to make a difference.

Step on it, will you, George.

Kim! Kim?

Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

Kim, where are you?

Daddy, you're home! You're home!

I didn't know you were coming.

Well, neither did I until a few days ago.

Here, let me look at you. Oh, great! Great! Come on!

Mwah.

Well, who's this?

- I have lots of playmates now. - Oh?

Their mothers don't mind at all if they come.

Well, that's wonderful. There you go.

Don't you think I look good?

Oh, out of this world, angel.

Oh, George, will you bring those things up?

I'm gonna have to meet this Marvel and tell her so.

She went shopping with Aunt Susan.

Wait till you see what I've brought you, Kim. Presents! Presents!

Looks like you imported the whole of Paris. Heh.

Hey, here we are. That's for you.

I got something here for everybody.

- George, that's for you. - Oh, thank you.

And this is for cook,

and these two go downstairs too.

- Okay. - I'll tell 'em. And...

that's for you, Trudy.

- Judy! Thank you. - I'm sorry.

I've even got one for Miss Marvel.

Oh, isn't it beautiful!

- You like it, huh? - Thanks, Daddy! Thanks!

Kim!

- There's Marvie now. - Oh, Kim!

Let's surprise her and hide. Come on, Daddy!

Now, wait, wait. Hiding's a silly game.

No, it isn't. We play it all the time.

- Marvie likes it. - Well, but...

If you're gonna, you gotta take all these things with you.

- Pick 'em up, huh? - Oh!

Right here.

Kim? Judy?

They're hiding.

Now, I wonder where those children are.

I bet they're under the bed.

No. I know, they're in the dresser.

Well, not in that drawer.

And not in that drawer.

In the drawer?

Maybe they're in the closet.

Oh, no. That'd be too easy!

But we can look!

- Surprise! - Look up here, my daddy!

Daddy, this is Marvie!

What's the matter?

Aren't you going to say hello to Marvie?

He brought you a present!

Thank you. I...

Don't you like Marvie?

I love her.

Kim, go outside and play.

Go on, Judy, you, too.

Kim doesn't know who she is.

She knows her only as Marvie.

What were you thinking of?

You know what Kim means to me.

Nobody's trying to take her away from you, Steve.

She is. She already has.

But she's not gonna get away with it.

Why... Why did you ever permit it?

It had something to do with pity...

I felt sorry for her and for Kim.

- And for me? - Yes, I feel sorry for you, too.

Oh, you don't face reality. It's over, done!

Nothing's going to bring us together again, and don't tell me

that's not what you had in mind.

Sometimes, Steve, I think you and I

should've been one person instead of two...

Your physical strength and brains, and my softness.

As one person, we'd have been great.

But split up, we're both ineffectual.

Where're you going?

I have to tell her something.

Well, what did you tell her when you let her come here?

That it was to be a temporary arrangement until you came home,

and that she was not to let Kim know that she's her mother.

Somehow, even Phillip understood it...

Their one chance to know each other.

Well, they've had it, I'm home.

There's no need to tell her.

We're to send her things.

Kim?

Is Daddy still mad?

No, dear, of course not.

Everything's going to be fine now.

But why'd he act so funny?

Well, you know,

some people just don't like to be surprised.

Or-or maybe he thought I was quite different than what I am.

Maybe he thought I was sort of big and jolly and fat, huh?

You're perfect. He's silly.

Well, anyway, he's gotten over it.

That's good.

Hey, Kim! I gotta go and play now. See you later.

Kim...

Do you know you haven't kissed me all day?

But you love frankfurters.

Not anymore.

Uh, let's play the moron game some more, shall we?

I know one. Why did the moron take the cream and sugar

with him to the movies?

Because he was going to see a serial.

Guess who?

Top of the morning to you, Joe, my boy!

Well, Woodpecker, you bother me!

This way, Doctor.

- Dr. Travis, I'm Steve Kimberly. - Good evening.

I appreciate you coming. With Kim's own doctor away, we were concerned.

I don't think there's any need for concern.

Once upon a time, there was a princess,

who was the prettiest creature in the world.

And because she was so beautiful,

she was called Angelface.

She always wore a crown of flowers

and her dresses were embroidered

with diamonds and pearls.

Kim...

And everybody who saw her fell in love with her...

Kim, here's the nice doctor I told you about.

Even the handsome young king who was her neighbor.

Hello.

- How do you do? - Better shut that off now, dear.

Oh, I don't mind hearing the rest of it.

She only answered the ambassador

that she was very much obliged to the king,

but she had no wish to be married.

Suppose I check with you when I come down.

The ambassador set off sadly...

One thing I wanted to know, Kim can tell me.

And everybody was much annoyed with him for not bringing the princess.

The king would neither eat nor drink

and cried like a baby.

That's a lovely child you have,

and very friendly, if one takes the pains.

Well, thank you.

Would you like some coffee, Doctor?

- Oh, please. - All right.

Thank you.

I found nothing wrong with your daughter... physically.

A little thin, but loss of weight

usually goes with loss of emotion.

Loss of emotion?

Loss of love... whatever you want to call it.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, I'm interrupting.

Please go right ahead with your dinner.

No, I've already finished, thank you.

Well, I have no cure for your daughter's present illness.

Not in this bag, anyway.

She has no mother, she tells me.

She wants one very much.

This Miss, uh...?

Marvel.

Seems to be the closest to a mother

that she's recently known.

Therefore, it's the second great loss to her...

Twice losing a person that she's felt most secure with.

Well, this is no reflection on your love.

A feminine love is important to all of us... man as well as child.

Did, uh... Did Kim say I sent Miss Marvel away?

No.

Well, Kim is angry, but not with you.

But with fate, for depriving her

of so much, so often, so young.

Well, that deprives all of us.

How can you prevent it? A doll is lost, a child cries for it.

You show her that another doll can be loved.

I don't... Kim doesn't want another one.

We've had three nurses since Miss Marvel left,

they won't stay a day.

Well, as long as you go on discarding each new nurse that comes along,

why shouldn't she?

But if you show Kim that you're strong enough

to reach for love again, I'm sure she will too.

Well, I've got to go.

Good-bye, Mr. Kimberly.

I'd like to see her and talk to her again.

- I'll call in a day or two. - Thank you, Doctor.

All that is, of course,

if the doll is irretrievably lost.

She is.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Doctor.

I'm sorry, I don't feel like a night club.

You-you sure you don't mind?

I prefer this.

I can't speak very well in competition with trombones.

And there's a lot I want to tell you.

I'm afraid you'll find me cold and unresponsive at times.

Well, you've had a lot on your mind.

It's time I got it off,

if you'll just be patient with me.

You see, when I... When I went off to Europe,

I thought I was getting along pretty well...

I'd forgotten my one failure at marriage.

Then recently it was all stirred up again.

Miss Marvel.

I know, Steve.

What I didn't guess, Sue finally told me.

Miss Marvel is Kim's mother.

Uh, well, then, you must realize,

I-I was coming home to you and I found her here.

It-it threw me for a while, but I'll get over it.

I've no hold on you, Steve.

Oh, I've always known that some night,

the music or the moonlight

or my perfume would get the better of you.

Why put off until tomorrow what we can do tonight?

Oh, I should've gone to Paris with you,

then no matter who was here when you came back...

I've got some of Paris here... Champagne, some records...

I'd love some of both. I'll take care of the music.

All right.

While that's cooling, I'll go check on Kim.

- Isn't she asleep? - Oh, I still have to look in.

- She'll ask me in the morning. - Uh-uh, me, too.

Well, I'll only be gone a moment.

That's how I missed going to Paris with you.

Come on.

I've been waiting for you, Daddy.

Look, a letter from Marvie!

That's very nice, sweetie, but you should be asleep.

Read it. To Rosemary, too.

Uh, another time.

- Why don't you, Steve? - Oh, but...

Please, Daddy. Sit down, Rosemary.

"My dear Kim"...

'Hers', she calls me!

"You must have wondered what happened to me"

when I went away so suddenly.

Why I went doesn't matter, so long as you know

it had nothing to do with you.

I love you very much.

This is the wonderful thing about love.

"It continues even when people don't see each other."

Louder, Daddy!

Your voice gets so scratchy.

It's the light here, I can't see very well.

Go on...

"Still I thought you might ask your daddy"

if you could write to me now and then,

and I'll write you too.

Of course, it's not the same as seeing each other,

"but when a thing is impossible, we do the next best thing."

Now the part about you.

Aloud!

"Your father loves you very much;."

That is enough to make a child proud and happy.

So in case you are missing me, try to hide it

for his sake, don't hurt him.

I'll let you know where I'll be

as soon as I start being the 'Magic Lady' again.

For now, I'm resting. I'm tired.

"All my love to you... And my best to your father."

Isn't that something?

I thought she went away

because you two didn't like each other.

Now I know you do.

Daddy, what is it?

"Ontario, Oregon".

I can write Marvie, can't I, Daddy?

Of course, dear.

Good night, you two.

What happened?

Oh, uh... He got his nail...

His foot caught on a nail... He nearly yanked it off.

Hospital training comes in handy.

Oh, yeah...

Yeah, I was always pretty good at this as a kid though.

I... You see that cow over there?

Broke her leg as a calf. I-I fixed her up.

Later, she won a ribbon at the 4-H Fair.

Well, come on, little fellow.

Up you go.

He'll be as good as new in about a week.

Chris, I... I've been pretty stupid.

Could we start again?

Not-not the way I've been, but the way I was when we met...

Needing you every minute.

Oh, Steve!

Oh, Steve.

Steve...

you're not doing this just for Kim, are you?

- Are you? - Oh, no, darling, no.

I love...

I love you, I love you.

I love you so terribly much.

Where are your mother and your brother?

They're surely gonna want to meet

the man you're gonna marry.

Of course, they are.

Come on, I'll show you where they are.