All language subtitles for Sweethearts.1938.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]bubulac

That's really marvelous.

No show ever ran so long before.

Well, no show ever had Gwen Marlowe

and Ernest Lane in it before.

They're so divine in that first act.

Wait till you see them in the second.

- But I have, 11 times.
- Really?

It's the most wonderful play
in the whole world.

Swell. Remember
the first time we saw it?

In the Christmas holidays,
four years ago.

Yeah. When we were young.

Buy all the song hits of "Sweethearts."

Own the songs that you've been singing

and dancing to for six years.

"Wooden Shoes," "Every Lover
Must Meet His Fate."

"Sweethearts," "Mother Goose."

"Cricket On The Hearth," all of them.

Did you see anything like this?

I'll bet we can run another six years.

"Sweethearts" will run forever.
You just wait and see.

Thanks. I'll draw up a chair.

Appleby, what was the take tonight?

Never saw anything like it.

Hasn't varied a dime
in 2496 performances.

Why, no producer in the world

ever had a goldmine like "Sweethearts."

- Well, I have my troubles too.
- Yeah, I know.

Stooping over to lift that
big heavy check every week.

All you have to do
is hang onto Gwen Marlowe

and Ernest Lane and we can
coast the rest of our lives.

All I have to do is hang onto them.

It's like hanging onto
two lighted firecrackers.

Well, I know how to handle them.

I've never even had a contract with them.

My little kiddies wouldn't leave
me for anything in the world.

There he goes. There he is again.

"Pretty As A Picture."
Get all the hits here.'

Own the songs that
you've been singing and..

It's that Norman Trumpett
of the Benjamin Silver Studios.

Oh, he's out gunning again.

He's out to shoot me
right through the heart.

What do you suppose
happened to the stars

that were on Broadway?

Trumpett has taken them
all to Hollywood.

And now he's trying
to get Marlowe and Lane.

Now, keep your $24 shirt on, Felix.

Last year when Trumpett came
they wouldn't even see him.

Well, last year was a year ago.

He could talk to them and
they might go just like that.

- Then where would we be?
- Who let this guy in here?

Oh, I have enemies everywhere.
Come on, Dink.

- Did you let that man in?
- Why, yes, sir.

How long have you been working here?

- Nearly a year, Mr. Lehman.
- You're new. That explains it.

But you ought to know better

than to let a pirate like that in here.

He said he's an old friend.
That's why I gave him your box.

You gave him my private box?

He said you wanted him to get close

where he could get a good look
at Miss Marlowe and Mr. Lane.

You know the way
I figured it out, Mr. Lehman.

I decided he was some
big shot from Hollywood.

Dink, go over there
and act like a real press agent.

Talk to Trumpett. Reason
with him. Get him to go home.

Tell him Marlowe and Lane
don't speak English.

Say anything but get him away
from here before I get nervous.

Go on, hurry. And if you studied..

Oh, never mind.

Hello there, Mr. Trumpett.

How do you think our little
entertainment's holding up?

Oh, very nicely, old boy. Very nicely.

Of course it definitely lacks the esprit

of a Benjamin Silver production,
shall we say

but it's very charming.

Oh, goody.

- Sure your seat's alright?
- Not half bad.

One can't complain when one's planed in

from coast at the last moment, can one?

Why, no. As a matter of fact, I
think it's awfully decent of one

to take potluck with this.

Mr. Lehman's a little worried

that you mightn't be quite comfortable.

Yes, good old Felix.

He does seem a little upset, doesn't he?

Good old Felix was no fool
when he signed Marlowe and Lane

up on that long-term contract.

That must've occurred
in the last ten minutes.

I didn't know he had
a contract with them.

It's rather a charming tradition, isn't it?

Yeah, but dandy.

I'm afraid this will have to be au revoir.

Don't want to miss a moment.

And afterwards
I have to telephone Hollywood

and have a goodnight chat
with Mr. Silver.

Ha ha ha. Goodnight.

Ho ho ho. Goodnight.

Here, take this and take
my things to the Waldorf.

Take them to the special suite
reserved for me high on the top.

- Your ticket, please.
- I have no ticket.

You can't go in without a ticket.

I'm Leo Kronk, the playwright.

I'm the author
of the book of "Sweethearts..."

I know. I suppose you're an
old friend of Mr. Lehman's too.

I did not come
all the way from the Riviera

to listen to your suppositions.
I'm going in the theater.

- You're not going anywhere.
- I am the playwright.

There's a show going on in..

Oh! For the love of..

Alright, alright. It's okay.

So you've emigrated
to the new world again.

This is a surprise and a very
unpleasant one too. You're late.

- Oscar got here at 8:30.
- Oscar is back?

Our prodigal composer
has returned from Budapest

just in time to get in on the publicity.

Had a hard time persuading
him to lead the orchestra.

We had to drop a hat.

He'll do anything to get in the limelight.

I wish to be
as inconspicuous as possible.

Come in, baby, and get your wish.

- And where do I sit?
- You don't sit. You stand.

Here.

Sorry, your friend can't stand here.

No more standees. It's against the law.

Why don't you tell
this peasant who I am?

And have him throw me out too?
Come on, I'll fix you up.

Save it. Save it. It's for him.

The wedding tune will soon began to play.

Soon the tune will play.

For the bride beside the Zuider Zee.

By the Zuider Zee.

Two by two with tulips strew the way.

Two by two by two.

To guide the bride beside the Zuider Zee.

Hello!

Fishermen come lend an ear.

There's a secret we should hear.

Nanette and I have got a plan.

Here's hoping nothing wrecks it.

While you make all the noise you can.

Nanette and I will exit.

So sing and dance with all your might.

Nanette and I entreat it.

And while the din is at its height.

Ah, Nanette and I will beat it.

We'll shout and sing till the heavens ring.

No crowd could be much louder.

We'll save you yet, Nanette.

My heart was sorrowing.

For my prince charming.

Yet it found.

No freedom from a fate alarming.

Then I recalled a tale of old.

My mother told.

To me.

There once was a maid.

And what did they call her, pray?

Her name was Suzette.

Did she live by the Zuider.

She lived by the Zuider Zee
long long ago.

And she loved a Dutch boy.

Oh, she loved him so.

When her father did vow.

That another she'd wed.

Suzette also vowed
in her little Dutch head.

To run to her sweetheart.

And use as a ruse.

The loud clitter clatter.

Of her friends wooden shoes

that's how 'twas done.

While friends clitter clattered.

These two were made one.

Now a baby pitter patter clip clop.

With little Dutch boo-hoos.

Makes them both thank Heaven
for good wooden shoes.

The act is done.

Here, here boy. Wait a minute.

It's just... give me that note.

Mr. Lehman, it's for
Miss Marlowe and Mr. Lane.

That's just the reason I want it.

I mean, it'd be better
if I take it to them myself.

It's much nicer, here, don't,
stop talking and don't..

Move on about your business.
Here, here, I'll-I'll..

Oh, I wish they'd..

Push Hollywood another 50 miles West.

Gloria

Fillo sanctus

Gloria spiritui

Sancto

Every lover

Must meet his fate

So for that hour

My heart

Will wait

I'll find her

Someday

Someday I will

Find her again

Someday though the world may divide us.

Somehow we will conquer it all.

Someway surely heaven will guide us.

Someday

We will answer love's call.

Always I can see you before me.

Your face and its heavenly charms

Shining

In a radiant glory

Leads me to your two

Eager arms.

For every lover

Must meet his fate.

And for this hour

My heart

Did wait.

There is no other

No love so great

No love so great.

Beloved

One.

There is no other, lover.

No love so great, lover.

Beloved we are lovers blessed

By fate.

We are lovers blessed

By fate.

Oh, Miss Marlowe.
It's from Sally's husband.

- What is it? Boy or girl?
- It's a girl.

I told you so. That's why
I ordered everything in pink.

- How's Sally?
- He said she's swell.

- She wants to come back.
- We can't. We got 24 dancers.

Then, we can have 25.

Don't be a stage manager
all your life, Mort.

Of course, we'll make room for Sally.

And her baby can have
my part any time she wants it.

Thanks for those cigars, Ernest.

- Glad you liked 'em, Andy.
- Nice going.

Six years tonight
and we haven't hit you yet.

Hey, Mr. Lane, have you got a
minute before your next change?

- Yeah, sure.
- Lookit here. Lookit here.

Six of 'em. Is that a family
or ain't that a family?

- Oh. Well.
- Six of 'em.

And born just before the curtain went up.

Six, on the sixth anniversary, huh?

Oh, what a trouper.

Wait'll I tell Dink about this.

He'll get this story
on every paper in town.

Oh, don't tell Dink.
Let her have a private life.

Oh, congratulations, old lady.

Next year, I hope
you beat your own record.

Miss Gwen, if you don't
come out of that shower

you'll never be
in time for your next number.

Tell them to bring it here.

Nice way for an actress to talk.

You come out the shower
before I come and fetch you.

I'm coming, I'm coming.
Coming, coming, coming.

Oh, I love that shower.

I swear it's the only place
I can get any rest.

Well, you've no business
with rest, you're an actress.

Your grandmother
never behaved that way.

Lotta Marlowe had respect
for the theater.

Grandmother never had to sing
the same songs and same dances

listen to the same music, and
say same lines for six years.

I do have respect for the theater.

I make every performance
better than the last one.

Ow, you're pulling my hair.

- No, I'm not.
- You are too.

When you picked the apple blossom

you turned your wrist the wrong way.

During the entire run of
"Sweethearts" I never

picked up the apple blossom
better than I did tonight.

I particularly noticed the wrists.

- Did I do it wrong?
- Oh, nobody would notice it.

Oh, yes, grandmother notices.

She knows whether or not I pick
up the apple blossoms right.

Give me a piece of candy, please.

No, you don't.

You told me Thursday you were
half a pound overweight.

I didn't tell you anything of the kind.

Besides, it was Wednesday.

Oh, alright have it your own way.

- Where's Brunhilde?
- In her basket.

Well, give it to her.
Give her the whole box.

Her figure's her own business.
Mine belongs to my dear public.

Oh, Kay Jordon, if I ever
engage another secretary

she'll be very near-sighted
and extremely kind-hearted.

Oh, take them away. I don't want
to look at another flower.

Oh, look at those darling
blossoms. Bring them in, Bobby.

Look at those little grapefruit
or whatever you call them.

See who sent them, Kay.

- Help yourself, Bobby.
- Oh, thank you.

"Until you come to California,
may I send California to you?

- "Norman Trumpett."
- Trumpett? Trumpett?

Oh, yes, that's that man from
the what-you-call-it studios.

- Sweet of him, wasn't it?
- Yes.

Not as if he expected
to get anything outta it.

Hmm, California must be
a wonderful place.

If you like cloudbursts.

What're you rattling all those papers for?

Paper make me nervous, Kay.

- Invitations for tonight.
- Oh.

The Sheldon Evans want you
for a small supper party.

So does Mrs. Hoyt.
So do the Leland W. Archers.

- So do the Mr. and Mrs..
- Miss Marlowe regrets.

Miss Marlowe
has a previous engagement.

Something very special, too.

Something she wouldn't break
for anybody in the world.

I thought so. That's why
I declined these for you.

And here's the count coming up.
Three, four, five, six, seven..

Eight, nine... and there's
the count of ten over Brogan.

And the crowd goes wild.

Well, there goes my 200 bucks.

Down on the canvas with Brogan.
Can't understand it.

The last time I saw
Brogan fight, he was great.

Brogan's legs ain't what
they were seven years ago.

I know, but.. Say that's right.

I haven't seen a fight
since the show opened.

That's just another last straw.

Come in.

No, you don't, either.

Smoking! Smoking before
the performance is over.

Kay, why don't you go out
and come back in five minutes?

I heard you yesterday.
You coughed twice.

Only once. The first time
was just a rehearsal.

Alright, I'll put it away.

Just wait'll I get off
the treadmill of this show.

Think that castle number
went as well as usual?

- It went beautifully.
- I thought it went well too.

I took a little longer pause
just before the G..

What're all those? You're gonna read it?

Invitations for tonight. Any interests?

They're from awfully nice people.

You tell each one of those
awfully nice people

that I've got a date for tonight
and I wouldn't break...

I've already told them.

There they are, right on the dot.

If it weren't
for those family telephone calls

how would I
set my watch every evening?

Good evening, Miss Lane.

And how is my nephew's
performance tonight?

Oh, perfectly splendid, Miss Lane.

Everything's going beautifully.
Yes, I think it is.

I think it's the best
anniversary we've had yet.

Yes, yes, it is.

Yes, I'll tell him.

Your Aunt Amelia says..

That she sang "Iolanthe" 2000 times.

And she's told me
about it two million times.

He says that's a wonderful
record, Miss Lane. Yes.

Now, Amelia. That's enough.

Ernest is suppose to be giving
a performance tonight, not you.

Good evening, Miss Jordon.

It's your Uncle Sheridan.

The greatest Robin Hood of his day.

So he tells me. What?

Oh, of course, I'm listening, Mr. Lane.

Yes, I'll tell..

Yes, yes.

I've told him.

Yes, I did, Miss Lane.

Yes, I know.

Yes, I will..

I'll be right in, Hannah.

Yes, I will.

Yes, I have.

Yes, I know.

Goodnight, Miss Lane.
Goodnight, Mr. Lane.

We have fun in our spare time, don't we?

You'd better get dressed.

What would your family do
every night without a telephone?

- There's carrier pigeons.
- They might bite Brunhilde.

Good evening, Mrs. Marlowe.

Are we giving a lovely, lovely
performance this evening?

Oh, well, that's nice.

Is our voice sweet and clear?

Oh, lovely. Hmm.

And do we look adorable
in our costumes?

Yes, we look great.

I said your daughter
looks lovely, Mrs. Marlowe.

Yes. Yes, yes, I will.

She wishes you could've seen her

in her shepherdess costume
when she sang "Dolly Varden."

There's a picture of her
in that costume in every room.

She wishes she could've seen you
in your shepherdess costume too.

Yes.

Watch me make Miss Kay laugh.

Oh, the top of the evenin'
to yez, Katy me girl.

Oh. It's Mr. Marlowe now.
Good evening, Mr. Marlowe.

It's your Cousin Augustus.

In a brief review of his past triumphs.

And I'm supposing
me beautiful Cousin Gwen

is afther singin' like the larks in the trees

this fine evenin',
sure and begorry. Ha ha ha.

Ooh la la, Mam'zelle Jordan,
eet eez always zat I say zees.

In Paris..

Will you kindly restrain your son

from his attempts to grab the limelight?

Now, brother, we must wait for
our cue, not be little hogs.

Hey, how much did we take in
at the box-office tonight?

Your brother. The last of the
Marlowe's, he wants to know...

Tell him the box-office is $5287
and a counterfeit quarter.

"Sweethearts", number next!
"Sweethearts", number next!

Shut your face. I've never
missed a cue in my life.

Salute the monarch so mighty and brave.

A ruler valiant and strong.

We fight his battles from cradle to grave.

Follow the king marching along.

Follow the king
this happy day free from care.

Beautiful music in the air.

Sing and dance laugh and play.

Heaven has crowned a king today.

Salute the monarch so mighty and brave.

Follow the king marching along.

Follow the king
this happy day free from care.

Beautiful music in the air.

Sing and dance laugh and play.

Heaven has crowned a king today.

I'll forsake the world for you

I will make your every dream come true.

We'll know days and nights of love.

We will climb.

To the heights.

Of love.

Sweethearts
who need no crown and throne.

Sweethearts who live on love alone.

We'll find.

A paradise somewhere.

Leaving behind.

All worldly care.

Sweetheart today will never fade.

Like an eternal serenade.

Our love.

Will end the way it starts.

Forever we'll be..

You think we'll ever
have a chance to step in?

You'd think she could've
sprained just one ankle.

Sweetheart today will never fade.

Like an eternal serenade.

We'll be together always together.

Parting never loving forever.

Wanting the world to know.

We love each other so.

For every lover.

Must meet his fate.

Beloved we are.

Sweethearts blessed.

By.

Fate.

- Speech!
- Speech!

Speech! Speech! Speech!

Speech! Speech!

- Don't know how to thank you.
- All we can say is thank you.

You can see that we-we still
don't know how to make a speech.

Oh, I'll tell you what.
Let's all sing together.

- It's a good idea.
- Oscar, play something.

Come on, everybody,
you know the words.

If you don't, sing anyway.

Sweethearts who need
no crown and throne.

Sweethearts who live on love alone.

We'll find a paradise somewhere.

Leaving behind all worldly care.

Sweetheart today will never fade.

Like an eternal serenade.

Our love will end the way it starts.

Forever we'll sing.

Should Auld Acquaintance be forgot.

And never brought to mind.

Should Auld Acquaintance be forgot.

And the days of Auld Lang Syne.

Sweetheart today will never fade.

Like an eternal serenade.

Our love will end the way it starts.

Forever we'll be.

Sweethearts.

Miss Gwen! Oh, Miss Gwen,
you were wonderful!

Oh, thank you, Hannah.
Oh, thank you too, Brunhilde.

You wouldn't say it if you
didn't mean it. I'm exhausted.

I never heard such applause in my life.

Oh, what do I care about applause?

You think there was more
than last anniversary?

- Oh, much more.
- I thought so too.

Look, Hannah, there it is again. Go get it.

Oh, dear, dear. After every performance.

- Every night.
- And matinees, don't forget.

"Six years with you are like six minutes.

Six minutes without you
are like six years."

Well, Hannah, hurry, hurry.
Get my dark blue suit out.

Uh, which one, Miss Gwen?

The dark blue one.
You know the one I mean.

- The one.
- Yeah. Hurry.

Come on, Hannah, Hannah,
hurry up. Come on.

Do you think tonight
comes every night? Hurry.

- There.
- Oh, you're an angel, Hannah.

Oh, there he is. Hurry up. Go on. Brr.

Get out!

- Remember me?
- Oh, the gentleman in grey.

- Six years ago.
- Hasn't it lasted pretty well?

So has mine, don't you think?
Remember the something blue?

You do get prettier every year.

Oh, now listen,
if you're gonna be personal

you'd better step inside. Hurry up.

- Do you mind if I kiss my wife?
- No. I'd love it.

It's six years today, Mrs. Lane.

It was a funny way
to get married, wasn't it?

Sneaking off like that
after the performance.

A very good way. I'm never
gonna get married any other way.

No. Neither am I.

Darling.

Any changes you'd
like made, Mrs. Lane?

Oh, yes. Quite a big one.

But never get any time
together to tell you about it.

- Tell me about it now.
- That's just it.

We don't see enough of each other.

We certainly don't. Let's fix
all that, starting tonight.

Alright, starting tonight.
Where will we go?

Where do we go every year?

Our private little table at.

Angelo's.

Just think, darling. We'll be all alone.

And nobody will ask us to sing.

No, and there won't be crowds of women

climbing all over asking for autographs.

And there won't be any orchestras.

Playing the hits from "Sweethearts."

Oh, it'll be peaceful and quiet
and it'll be heavenly.

Thief, assassin, robber!

You idiot! You ingrate! I don't
even stoop to ignore you!

You cowardly murderer!

Your miserable music drowns out
the beautiful words of my plot.

Your plots interfere

with my immortal music.

Boys, don't make all this noise out here.

Marlowe and Lane
have had a tough evening.

They've been working.
What's it about this time?

- His music is killing my lines.
- It's a mercy killing, toots.

Anything that'll put
that book outta its misery.

You tell that to me?
The great playwright?

Playwright! Playwright! Blah!

If it were not for my
music, you would not exist.

- Boys, boys, boys!
- For heaven's sake!

What's going on here?

Dink, if you must pick a fight, why here?

Why not outside
where it's nice and cool?

- He says I'm not a playwright!
- Well, that's alright, Leo.

A playwright isn't such
a bad thing not to be.

But I am a playwright!

And I need not descend
to musical comedy.

Didn't I write the world's
most powerful drama?

Shh. Oh, yes, Leo.
I read it. I read that thing.

I promised I wouldn't
mention it if you wouldn't.

My play of human emotions,
founded on the universal truth.

What's the universal truth?

That every manager in
New York turned it down?

Why are we standing here talking about

whatever we're talking about?

There are a lotta things
we've gotta do. And I was..

Look, Dink. Look!

Here, children. Children! Children.

Here, wait a minute.
Where are you going?

- Out.
- I'm going out too.

- Goodnight.
- Oh, no, but you can't do that.

You're supposed to come to the party.

- What party?
- My party.

Just, it's just one little
table at the Morango.

Sorry, old man,
but we've got another date.

Yes. It was sweet of you to ask.

But you've got to come. We've
been planning this for weeks.

We don't "got to come." We've
been planning this for a year.

We're not gonna get dragged
into anything tonight.

- I'm putting my foot down.
- I'm putting mine down too.

Well, you don't have to
put them down on my heart.

I don't see any reason
to crush me beneath your feet.

Oh, Felix. Oh, don't talk like that, Felix.

Oh, well, I'm-I'm sorry.

It was just the-the disappointment.

It got too much for me.

I'm-I'm-I'm... I'm an old man

and I don't get many pleasures.

But you... go ahead.

Just think about yourselves. Don't..

Forget about me. I-I...

Oh, we'd, we'd never
forget about you, Felix.

No, no, no. You-you go on.
Don't-don't worry about me.

I... uh, I was talking to...
arguing with Dink this morning.

I said... my little kiddies would
never leave their old friends

and turn their backs on them

when they just wanted to share
their pleasures with them.

But... most successful people are selfish

and I'm glad you are selfish. You'll...

Oh, now wait a minute, Felix.

You were arguing with Dink like that?

Now listen, we never turned our back

on an old friend in our lives.

No. And we're certainly
not gonna start now.

Of course, if you don't want us to come

all you have to do is tell us.

If you think you'll keep us
from attending that party

I put my foot right down.

Yes, and I put mine down... too.

Yes, well... as long as you...
put your... foot down, it's..

There we are.

- Just a few of our old friends.
- Yes, a really quiet evening.

I guess we're stuck again, Mrs. Lane.

I know we are, Mr. Lane.

- Dear Felix.
- Yeah.

- Oh, darling.
- Oh, here you are, kiddies.

Welcome to our little gathering.

I've got a nice cozy
little table down here for us.

- Isn't it quite a gathering?
- Quite.

Why don't you introduce us

to a couple of hundred of our friends?

I wanted to surprise you.

Why don't you really
surprise us some time

and tell us the truth.

I didn't want anything about

our little party to leak out.

It'd break my heart
if it got in the newspapers.

Oh, hello, boys.
Why, they brought their cameras.

Isn't that nice? They make
a hobby of taking pictures.

And getting them
printed in the newspapers.

You said this was just
a party for the company.

You promised Gwen
and Ernest wouldn't come.

This is the best stunt we've ever pulled.

It may be your last.

Well, now, let's all sit
down and get comfortable

so that the broadcast can start.

Broadcast?

Uh, yeah.

It's-it's just a little national hook-up.

The chorus wanted to put on the
"Pretty As A Picture" number.

To entertain you.

They, uh, they thought it might
amuse you to sing with them.

Oh, it's just a little impromptu affair.

Yes. Well, that little
impromptu runway over there

it must've taken two weeks to build.

Oh, we're gonna have
a lot of fun tonight.

I'm laughing now. Ha ha ha.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

You have just been listening
to the Iridium Room Orchestra.

And that special arrangement
of the "Wedding March"

was in honor or our two stars

Gwen Marlowe and Ernest Lane.

You know, folks, this party
is a surprise for them tonight.

And I wish you could see their faces.

Just like two kids at Christmas.

I wish every one of you
listening out there

could be here tonight.
Right here with them.

I wish you could see what
this long run of "Sweethearts"

has meant to each and every
one of us connected with it.

New friendships have been formed

that can never be broken.

Hearts are welded closer every day.

I wish you could meet
the man who's responsible

for the success of "Sweethearts."

A man whose name means
everything in the theater.

A man whose name stands
for everything in the theater.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you Mr. Felix Lehman.

- Limelight chaser.
- Publicity seeker.

Hello, everybody.

Uh, can you hear me?

I had no idea you were going to ask me

to talk here tonight.

Uh, we're not here for publicity.

This is just a little
family gathering to celebrate

the wedding anniversary of
Gwen Marlowe and Ernest Lane.

I'm not even going to
mention "Sweethearts"

the show that they're starring
in at the Melody Theater.

We're not here to talk about
"Sweethearts" or the way that.

"Sweethearts" has broken all
records for the past six years

playing at the Melody Matinees,
Wednesday and Saturday.

Ha ha, no.

We're, we're just here to have a little fun

and forget all about "Sweethearts."

What's the name of that
show we're here to forget?

You'll never find out from him.

Oh, yes, of course. I forgot all about him.

Ladies and gentlemen,
there's a gentleman here

who has also had a lot to do

with the success of "Sweethearts."

He, uh, playing at the Mel..

He's come all the way across the ocean

on a boat of course

just to be with us here tonight.

And I wonder if it would be
possible for me to persuade him

to come up to the microphone
and just say a few words..

Oh. He's here. Uh, oh, you're both here.

Yes, well, this makes it a little difficult.

You better not both talk at once.

Uh, Leo, you speak first
because you're the tallest.

Anyway, ladies and gentlemen,
this is Mr. Leo Kronk, whom I...

Uh, my public, it's so good of
you to welcome me back this way.

As you all know I've been on
the shores of the Mediterranean

for a brief rest.

A brief rest of six years.

- Yet just a lunch hour, really.
- Mm.

I thought of Gwen Marlowe
and Ernest Lane as I lay

in the glorious sunshine of Capri.

- I thought of Felix Lehman.
- Oh.

And one day, I even
thought of Oscar Engel.

Hm?

We mustn't forget that

he also contributed
in his way to "Sweethearts."

As I said to the Rajah of Tankor...

Yes, yes, thank you very much.
Thank you, Leo Kronk.

Ladies and gentlemen, I hope that you all

enjoyed that little as much as I did.

And now, I want to introduce
to you the composer...

Hell-o-o! Hell-o-o, everybody.

I speak to you now.

But my music have spoken for me
all the time I have been away

in London, in Paris, in Cairo

in Venice and in Budapest.

Thank you very much.

That was a very nice, little talk and, uh..

And, uh, now our two stars
Gwen Marlowe and Ernest Lane

are so anxious to sing for you

and I don't think we
ought to keep them waiting.

Here we go.

Yes, this'll be a nice change for us.

They're going to sing a little
song that you know very well

called "Pretty as a Picture."

I dabbled in the world of art.

So?

I've donned a smock in gay Montmarte.

Oh?

But just between us two.

Can you tell black from blue?

Now, listen.

I've painted etched and carved a bit.

A bit of what?

I've sculpt and sketched and starved at it.

Starved?

Do you know form and line.

Yup, and..

I do know you're divine.

Oh, darling.

Your grace Your style.

Oh, yes.

You're much Too much.

Your face.

Your smile.

Are master's thoughts.

Go on.

You're pretty as a picture.

Darling you're a dream.

Who could paint a picture.

Lovely as you seem this moment.

It would take a Rembrandt.

To catch the charm of you.

You're pretty as a.

Picture.

An angel from.

The blue.

Although you may think what you say.

Is clever and unique.

Isn't it?

A hundred million times a day.

A million others speak.

They do?

The same old line.

Really?

Same old line.

The same old line.

Well, doggone.

You're precious you're cute
you're terribly sweet.

Now we're getting somewhere.

While we sit by and smile.

And the sigh.

You just repeat repeat repeat.

And now you hate it.

Oh breathes there a man.

With soul so dead.

Who never ever took her hand.

And to his girlfriend said.

You're pretty as a picture.

Baby you're divine.

And when you truck on down the street.

My heart starts to beat.

Crazy rhythm in swing-time.

Hardly..

They don't tweet tweet.

Honestly I mean it.

And you always will.

You're pretty as a.

Picture.

Just as long as you will pay the bill.

You're beautiful You're sweet.

You're precious and divine.

Your feet.

Petite.

Where meant to dance with mine.

You taunt me when I whisper of romance.

We'll try again.

To tell me while we dance
To tell you while we dance.

Your pretty as a picture.

Darling your a dream.

Who could paint a picture.

Lovely as you seem this moment.

It would take a Rembrandt.

To catch the charm of you.

As pretty as a picture.

And I'm in love.

With you.

Thank you, Gwen and Ernest.

And listen to the way
they're all thanking you.

I think that means they want
you to sing "The Game of Love."

It does! Alright, boys. Hit it.

Mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle I'm..

- Hello?
- Mr. Trumpet?

I have Hollywood for you.

Ready, New York. Mr. Silver will talk now.

Mademoiselle what shall I do.

I want to know what can I do..

Trumpet, how are you?

I feel terrible. Why?

Sure. I'm still at the studio.

You think it's a holiday out here?

Always there's something.

Now Joan Darrow falls off the throne

in the coronation sequence
and breaks her arm.

Yes, everybody quits on me.
And not only that.

We're having an unusual
amount of foggy weather

and all the location
companies are held up.

Well, have you got Marlowe and Lane?

You're listening to them over the radio?

Say, I'm doing that myself

and we're three hours
behind you out here.

I mean, have you got them yet?

Eventually?

Now listen, eventually..

That's just a lot of words
to me. I want results.

I've got a picture we could
start shooting tomorrow

if we had a script.

And Marlowe and Lane are
the only team in America

who can act it.

Well, maybe Lunt
and Fontaine if they could sing.

What?

I know I bought it for
Sally Hayes and Neil Craig.

But he got bit by
a rattlesnake out on location.

And she's in the hospital from overwork.

Can't even see the doctor for six months.

No, no! Bob Brandon
got makeup poisoning.

And Gabriel Gabriel
went back to Brooklyn.

Yeah, she got sore because of
doing two pictures at once.

I tell you, we've got to
have Marlowe and Lane.

Mr. Silver, Mr. Silver.

Oh, h-hold it, Trumpet.

Stage eight is under water.

Brenda Stanton just fainted on the set.

Right in the middle of the 24th take.

- Well, send her home.
- We can't.

- Haven't got a row boat left.
- See?

We haven't even got a row boat left.

Now you bring back Marlowe and
Lane or we go out of business.

Don't worry, Mr. Silver.

It's a fait accompli.

I say that Marlowe and Lane
are virtually in the bag.

Goodnight.

Thank you, Gwen and Ernest.

What did you say, Mr. Lehman?

Oh, marvelous.

Felix Lehman has just told me
that telegrams are coming in

from all over country asking
you to sing "Sweethearts."

You simply can't say no to
that, can you, Gwen and Ernest?

Very silly of you to brought
that up, Felix old boy.

The doorman please.

Carriage entrance. Hotel Merango.

I'm speaking for
Miss Marlowe and Mr. Lane.

Will you tell their chauffer
not to wait any longer?

They're riding home... with a friend.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Ho-ho, there they are, my kiddies.

They've earned a good night's rest.

I couldn't have asked
anything more of them tonight.

They were great. Everything was swell.

Yes, and the evening started so badly

with Trumpet prowling
around the theater.

I scared Trumpet off.
He won't bother us again.

Ha ha. We both scared him.

He won't dare try to see Marlowe
and Lane while we're around.

Look!

Very nice of you to
give us a lift, Mr. Trumpet.

Yes, and so lucky too.

Came along just when we needed you.

Yes, I rather have a way

of coming along when people need me.

Can't imagine what could've
happened to our chauffer. You?

Maybe he got tired and went home.

Well, I can see his point.

You two must be utterly exhausted.

I don't know how you keep it up.

Performances, broadcasts, benefits.

Never a let-up, never a change,
year in and year out.

It's all part of our job.

Yes, but rather an unnecessary
part, don't you think?

Now, in Hollywood we protect our artists.

We know that leisure and rest
are necessary to them.

We recognize that they have
a right to their own lives.

Among those darling, little orange trees.

Yes. Oh, I wish you could
see the orange trees

around my place in Beverly Hills.

I haven't given up hope that one day

you'll have some of your own
to look at out there.

An orange ranch in Beverly Hills.

And our own garden.

I've always wanted to dig in the earth.

Yeah, to put on overalls and get out

and chop down your own fruit trees.

- Oh, that's living.
- Yes.

Uh, Mr. Silver
telephoned me again tonight.

- He spoke of you two again.
- 'Oh?'

He'd just listened in to your broadcast

and he was very enthusiastic.

'He stayed up especially to hear it.'

Stayed up? Wasn't it only
about half past nine out there?

Yes, but you see, we do things
rather differently out there.

When you're through with your
little bit in the studio

which is usually very early,
you have a lot of time to play

and then, of course, you're healthily tired

just about the time that you
in New York have to go to work.

Just imagine having your
evenings all to yourself.

Tell me, Mr. Trumpet

what's it like out
in Hollywood, making pictures?

Well, of course, it's very
different from the theater.

When you make a picture,
you just take a scene once

and you're through with it.

You sing a song and it's
heard in a 100,000 theaters

all over the world, but you yourself

never have to sing it again.

Your work's done once
you've sung the song once.

Oh, just imagine singing a song once.

Is that all there is to it?

Yes, of course, and when the
picture's over, you just relax

and do as you please until you
choose to do your next picture.

Oh. Well, does everybody
do that out there?

Yes, all Mr. Silver's stars.

He said again that
if ever you feel you'd like to

do a picture or two, he'd be
very charmed to have you.

- That's awfully nice of him.
- Oh, it certainly is, but..

You know, we..

If ever you feel you'd like
a vacation and a rest

from this grueling
monotony of the theater

just remember that
Hollywood is waiting for you.

Oh, well, here you are. Home already.

- It was awfully nice of you.
- Was a charming, little chat.

- Certainly.
- Most certainly.

It was awfully nice of you..

Oh, Brother, for goodness sake.

- Are you still up?
- Oh, how could I sleep?

I've been wondering about
that counterfeit quarter

we took in at the box-office tonight.

Children. I didn't hear us come in.

- Hello, mother.
- Hello.

- Oh, you're all still up.
- Why, of course.

We've been awaiting you.

Me vely, vely glad
all same me seeing you.

Come inside, please. You make
chin-chin, thank you.

Yes, dears. Come in.
We'll have a nice, little chat.

- And our lemon juice.
- Oh, but, mother, it's so late.

Oh, now, you mustn't think about us.

We're never too tired to have
a little talk with our children.

We coming in now, please.
All same follow me.

- Vely good. Chin-chin..
- Yes, dear. Come along.

- Come, Brother.
- Watch me surprise them.

I'll give them some entrance music.

Oh, mother, please. Won't you
let us off just one night?

But lemon juice is so good for our voice.

The whole thing's nonsense
and always has been.

I sang "Iolanthe" 2000 times
without the aid of lemon juice.

Sure and begorry, if
you'd used it, Amelia, me girl

you might've been singing it yet.

My brother Orlando, certainly
the greatest living interpreter

of Gilbert Sullivan, says that singing

is the only tonic for the voice.

Boy, is your brother
Orlando, laying an egg

with that Penzance troupe.

Is the child referring to
Orlando's present tour

in the Pirates of Penzance?

Look, it's right here on "Variety."

"Orlando Lane's Pirates
Floppola in Philly.

Veteran's Road Revival Biz N.S.G."

- N.S.G?
- Not so good.

Oh, the road has changed
sadly since my day.

Now, Sheridan and I played to
tremendous business everywhere

in the "The Prince of Pilsen."

They're off again.

Yeah, and there's no telling
where it will end.

Augustus, do you remember
that you played

in the Chicago company?

Do I remember?

Was you ever in Cincinnati?
Oh, that waltz.

It's rather pretty at that, isn't it?

She's thick with thorns beset.

And nature when.

She breathes of love.

Speaks through the violet.

I bring a breath of springtime.

From woodland where I grew.

There's a kiss upon each petal.

My lips are sweet with dew.

The one who sends this message.

Would whisper soft to you

I love you.

Love you.

Love you.

And my heart's true blue.

Oh the life in high society.

Is one perpetual lark.

But shh don't say I told you.

Keep it dark Keep it dark.

But shh don't say I told you.

Keep it dark Keep it dark.

Have you two retired from radio work?

If you're going to broadcast tomorrow

you've got to get some sleep.

Oh, but we don't
broadcast tomorrow, Kay.

It's Friday evening.

Didn't you give them my message
that broadcast had been changed?

What, dear? Oh, I forgot.

I never can understand
about radio anyway.

It's a mystery to a lot of people.

Nevertheless, there's
a Fireside Chat Friday evening

and the Sweetheart's Hour
has been switched to tomorrow.

But we have a matinee tomorrow.

It's before the matinee.
Between 1:00 and 2:00.

You're slipping, Kay.
I've got a recording then.

That's been changed, for the worse.

It's between 1:00 and 01:30 now.

Buckle on your roller skates,
whizz over the broadcast.

But why all this tomorrow?
Why not on Thursday?

Yes. Why not Thursday? Miss Lane?

I explained to Kay
that I've made arrangements

for you to sing a few songs
Thursday morning

at the Juliet Club meeting.

- You might've asked us first...
- It's alright, Ernest.

Kay, you can call up
the radio people and tell them

we'll do it Thursday afternoon.

Your turn, Mrs. Marlowe.

I promised, on Thursday
afternoon you and Ernest

would sing at the benefit
for the Dela Z. Fox Foundation.

And Friday, I have agreed
that you will appear with me

in my Two Hours of
Reminiscence at the Thespians.

Say, you don't get 'em
for Friday morning.

I told 'em at school you'd help
Augustus hand out the diplomas.

Si, si, si, we give the big
diploma to the little bambinos.

And that's why the only
time for your broadcast

is between 01:00 and 02:00 tomorrow.

But it isn't the first time.
This happens all the time.

Every single day there's something or..

Alright. Alright, you made
the promises, we'll keep them.

Come on, darling, let's call it an evening.

I'm still worried about that ten minutes

we've got open on Saturday.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Good evening, Thomas.
Good evening, good evening.

Come in, my fellow troupers.
Come in, come in.

- Orlando.
- Yes. Orlando.

Well, my darling, I'm glad to see you.

I'll tell you all about
the tour a little bit later.

Gwen, my darling. And Ernest,
I'm so glad to see you both.

You're looking..

I beg your pardon. Oh, uh, Miss Kay.

Oh, Miss Kay. Miss Kay!

Oh, Miss Kay. Miss Kay,
you're looking wonderfully well.

But I say, you always
were a gorgeous creature.

I wonder, if you'd mind
paying these good fellows

and give them each
a little something extra.

They've driven us faithfully
all the way from Bridgeport.

Here are the principal ladies
and gentlemen of my company.

I've asked them to be our guest
until we take to the road again.

There's plenty of room.
I won't take no for an answer.

After all, I can always
double up with Ernest.

I don't mind roughing it for a few weeks.

Now, go into the dining room
and refresh yourselves.

I will join you just as soon
as I discuss a little business

with my nephew, yes.

Oh, Gwen and Ernest!

Well, you don't know
how good it is to see you.

You're, uh, you're surprised
to see me back no doubt, eh?

No surprise for me. I knew
that flopperoo would fold.

What? Well, as soon
as we get more, er, that is..

As soon as we resume our tour
with more, uh, with more, uh..

New scenery and costumes, well,
I think we shall have a hit.

How long do you think
it will take your, um..

Your troop to start touring again?

As soon as the financial arrangements

have been... completed.

- I'll write you a check now!
- Splendid, my boy!

But, Gwen, surely Orlando
has had his chance.

Now if I were to revive Dolly Varden...

I'll make another farewell tour
in "The Count of Luxembourg."

Really, this is too much.

Do you think you could draw audiences

when they've slighted
my brother Orlando Lane

a member of the first
family of the musical stage?

"First family."

That's really rather amusing,
isn't it, Augustus?

Since the days
of Lotta Marlowe, we Marlowes

have been the first family
of the musical stage.

The Lanes have been pre-eminent
in the field since Robert Lane!

But there's no use arguing
about it, everybody knows

the Marlowes are the first
family of the musical stage.

The Lanes have been, and always will be

the first family of the theater.

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

I can't stand all this any longer!

I've got to have quiet.

I need a life of my own and I'll have it!

Ernest and I know where we
can get it, and we'll get it!

You can stay here and argue about

who's the first family of the theater!

We're going to be
the last family of Hollywood!

Oh, dear, be careful!

Why? Am I going to fall down again?

Darling! Darling!

- Darling, we've gotta get out!
- Thank you very much. Goodbye.

Call that Mr. Trumpett and tell
him we're coming to Hollywood.

- I just did.
- You did?

- Yes.
- Oh, darling, you're wonderful!

Now we'll go down and tell the family.

- I just did.
- You did?

- Yes.
- Darling, you're wonderful!

Marlowe and Lane have
no idea of going to Hollywood.

If you print that, you'll ruin
the reputation of your paper!

Yeah? No, there's
absolutely nothing to it!

So you heard it, can I help it
if those Hollywood clucks

start a lot of phony rumors?

Marlowe and Lane
are not going to Hollywood!

What are you running,
a newspaper or a dream book?

Wouldn't we be the first
to hear it if they were going?

There's absolutely nothing
in it! No truth in it!

I don't know anything
about it, fellas. Absolutely!

There's no use denying it.
It's all over town. Argh!

Don't act that way. We're still on our feet.

Felix isn't at their house for nothing.

Felix knows how to get around
them. He'll change their minds.

Nothing to say.

- Nothing to say, nothing...
- Well? Well? Well?

Well, nobody can change
their minds this time.

They're going to Hollywood,
and they're-they're going!

- Didn't you talk to them?
- Or reason with them?

Didn't you tell them
you're a lonely old man?

Didn't you say you're a father to them?

Didn't you tell them they're your kiddies?

What did they say?

They said that
they-they were going shopping!

Oh, I'll need dozens of these
for Hollywood, Madam Valerie.

Isn't it stunning, Kay? It'll be
wonderful in the garden.

- Ideal for plowing.
- Oh, you keep out of this.

Show me hundreds of things,
Madam Valerie.

Everything I'll need
for Hollywood, for every hour.

Madame, do you think I should
have extra skins added..

I don't think so.

Oh, look at this. Isn't this adorable, Kay?

- Oh, that's lovely.
- I love this color, don't you?

Madame..

I'm so happy to see you.

- Do you like it?
- That's stunning!

Beautiful!

Oh, that really is a knockout!

Oh! Kay, why don't you get
something in the same shade?

It'd be stunning on you.

I've been a perfect pig all morning, Kay.

You should be ordering
your things for Hollywood.

But I'm not going to Hollywood.

- What? You're not going?
- No.

Oh, Kay, well, w-w-w-what do you
mean you're not going?

When you go west of Hoboken,
you gotta leave me behind.

Me and the Statue of Liberty,
we stick where we are.

But what are we gonna do without you?

Oh, you'll do alright. It's much
better if I stay where I belong.

Miss Marlowe! Miss Marlowe,
Mr. Lane's on the telephone.

- I heard his voice.
- Alright, thank you.

He doesn't want you, Miss Marlowe

it's Miss Jordan he wants.

He can't live without me.

Miss Jordan is a very
lovely girl, is she not?

Oh, Kay? Ah, she's an angel.

She's stood us for six years.

I don't know what we'll do without her.

Particularly Ernest.

Oh, that's stunning. Madame,
I simply must have that.

That's the same material
of the suit I picked for Ernest.

When a man lets a woman
choose his clothes

it's a sure sign he's in love with her.

Our boyfriend is stranded at
Madison Avenue and 56th Street.

All he forgot was enough taxi fare

to get him to the Victor Recording Studio.

If you don't climb outta that
and start for the broadcast

there won't be any "Sweethearts Hour."

The broadcast! I forgot about
the radio. Get me out of this.

Get me out of this, quickly.

And so this week again, we bring
to you the "Sweethearts Hour"

starring Gwen Marlowe and Ernest Lane

the sweethearts of "Sweethearts."

Their last appearance
on the eastern networks

for soon the scene will
shift to far-off Hollywood.

But we won't think about
that now, indeed we won't.

We'll just listen to Miss Marlowe singing

Victor Herbert's "Badinage"

accompanied by our guest
pianist, Mr. Dalies Frantz.

Miss Marlowe, Mr. Frantz.

How do you do?

There is magic in the melody
upon a summer breeze.

Warm and tender.

All night long.

And a nightingale is singing
to the moonlight in the trees.

Oh, the splendor.

Of his song.

There is music in the murmur
of a rippling woodland stream.

Gentle music.

Softly played.

All the loveliness and wonder
of the spell the world's under.

Seems to harmonize.

Our summer.

Serenade.

And this young and yearning
heart of mine.

Is learning a glorious strain.

In a song sublime
of summer time returning.

What beautiful music has once again.

Revealed anew.

The loveliness heaven has made.

All the world is singing a summer.

Serenade.

Lovely music.

Gently played.

Lovely music.

Heaven made.

The stars, the moon, my heart's in tune.

The whole world seems
to harmonize with love.

A summer.

Serenade.

Hearts are high when the band goes by.

And we're marching on parade.

With flags unfurled
we will show the world.

That our colors cannot fade.

To the beat, beat, beat, of a million feet.

And a tune by bugles played.

Don't you run, run, run.

Get your gun, gun, gun.

And go marching on parade.

There's a drum somewhere.

There's a hum in the air.

Hear the crowd start to cheer.

There's a martial strain
with a stirring refrain.

Growing loud, drawing near.

It's the stars.

And the stripes.

On parade, we're on parade.

Come on.

Come on.

We're on parade.

Marching on.

Marching on to glory.

We will show the world.

That our colors cannot fade.

To the beat, beat, beat.

Of a million feet.

And a tune the bugles played.

March along and don't you run, run, run.

Get your gun, gun, gun.

And go marching on.

Go marching on.

Go marching on parade.

He's wonderful, if he can only
keep it up till we get there.

Can't you drive any faster, buddy?

I'm going faster than I can go right now.

Heavens! They must
have called out the militia.

Step on it, driver, the radio
company will pay your fine.

And I'll do your jail sentence for you.

It'll be a pleasure.

For every lover.

Must meet his fate.

And for this hour.

My heart did wait.

There is no other.

No love so great.

Beloved, we are sweethearts.

Blessed by fate.

Sweetheart.

Sweetheart, my true heart is yours.

Sweetheart, today will never fade.

Like an eternal serenade.

Our love will end.

The way it starts.

Forever we'll be.

Sweethearts.

Well, that's the end of "Sweethearts."

- What will become of me?
- You'll have to go to work.

- That will be new experience...
- Silence, you piano-thumper.

I do not see you,
you ghost of a ghost-writer.

Lay off it, boys. We got enough trouble.

But my kiddies won't like Hollywood.

I know they won't like it.
They only think they'll like it.

They are New Yorkers.
This is where they belong.

Look at those crowds.

Gwen and Earnest won't
have any of that in Hollywood.

They can't live without that.

They can't breathe any air but Broadway.

They've never known anything else.

They'll die of home-sickness
in three months.

- In less than three months.
- That's right, in three weeks.

They won't stand it that long.

They can't stand it, of course not.

They can't be away from New York
for three days, three hours.

I'll bet they'll get right
off the train and come back.

- Of course they will.
- They will?

- Then why are we worrying?
- I am not.

Ha, I knew everything
would work out alright.

I knew my kiddies wouldn't
leave me for long.

Have you ever seen one of those
Hollywood contracts, Mr. Lehman?

Like that.

They aren't for any three
months, they're for seven years.

- Seven years? Seven?
- Seven.

But that Trumpett ought
to be ashamed of himself.

I'll never speak to him again,
that's what I'll do.

Mr. Trumpett on the telephone
for you, Mr. Lehman.

Trumpett, I'll, I'll talk to him right here.

Hello, Mr. Trumpett. Ha ha, hello..

Hello, Mr. Trumpett.

Oh, yes, I'm fine, thank you.

I'm feeling wonderful.

Well, Felix, old man.

Our stars certainly
distinguished themselves

in the broadcast, didn't they?

Well, did you just
call me up to tell me that?

Oh, Pas du tout, Felix
old boy, pas du tout.

Now that you won't need "Sweethearts"

I think I can persuade Mr. Silver to buy it.

Oh, now, now, now, Felix,
doucement, doucement.

No need to feel that way about it.

After all, Mr. Silver is behaving

in a very generous manner.

He's willing to let
you keep "Sweethearts" running

all next week, while
they prepare the contracts.

Well, that's, that's..

Well, you know these joint contracts.

That of course is the penalty
of signing up a team

for a number of years.

Yes, as the French say.

Beaucoup de peine,
beaucoup de travaille.

Yeah, beaucoup de horse feathers!

Joint contract. Signing my
kiddies for a number of years.

- Why, it's a lifetime.
- Not signed yet, Mr. Lehman.

The contracts are still being drawn up.

Yes, but it's just as good as signed.

Oh, the finest team
any producer ever had.

That's why Hollywood wants them.

"Hollywood wants them."

But would Hollywood want them if..

Suppose they were not a team.

Ha ha, suppose they couldn't sing either.

Suppose they were separated.

We might have some chance.

How are you gonna separate two people

as much in love as Marlowe and Lane?

That's the catch. But my play,
my great unproduced drama.

It cannot be wrong.

It is founded on a universal truth.

A woman in love can always be
made to believe she has a rival.

Universal truths do not lie.

Marlowe and Lane are
really so much in love still?

Well, what would you say?

Any man who slides notes under
his wife's door all the time.

Notes? What do they say, these notes?

I don't know. They are
love letters, I suppose.

She keeps them locked in their
dressing room, keeps every one.

'That's how much in love they are.'

Notes. All those notes.

My friends, the day is saved.

Marlowe and Lane
do not go to Hollywood.

But Brunhilde, darling,
you've got to get used to it.

Oh, alright, alright. Then,
have it your own way, come on.

But you'll be sorry when
you get on that plane tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Oh, dear, tomorrow!

I don't know what your
grandmother would think.

Oh, she'd probably love it.

Don't pack that, Hannah. That's
the one like Ernest's new suit.

I'm gonna wear it on
the train to surprise him.

We'll have enough surprises
when we get to that woolly west.

Oh, Hannah, you're gonna love it.

Hey, what do you think?

Uncle Orlando's knocking
them cold this time.

See, "Veteran's second try
clicks in sticks."

"Pirates repeat tour socko.

Lane's Penzance grabs smash biz."

There, I knew it. Talent always wins.

- Isn't that nice for Orlando?
- Yes. wonderful.

No doubt, he'll bring the
production into New York now.

That's what he should've
done in the first place.

Why anybody who wants to leave
New York is more than..

Yes, oh, indeed.

Falstaff shame on you crying like a sissy.

He don't like the idea of going
to California, Miss Gwen.

Maybe he'll like it after he gets out there.

Mr. Lane's gone out?

No, ma'am, he's in Miss Kay's room.

Oh, I'll get him. Thank you.

Send that to them
like a good girl, will you?

- Hi, Mrs. Lane.
- Hi kids.

Why don't you get out of the
habit of working? It's bad.

We'd love too. All packed?

They'll be calling for your trunks.

Well, I keep trying but nothing
seems to get accomplished.

Let's try together,
maybe we'll have better luck.

You've got to get dressed, so have I.

We've got those two
thousands last errands to do.

Meet you downstairs,
fully-clothed in 10 minutes.

You'll recognize him,
he'll wear a carnation

and carry a bass drum, come on, you.

Oh, look at this room.

Hey, I gotta wear one of those.

Brother and his scales again.
Hmm, listen to that concerto.

Won't it be fun when we
unpack in our own little home?

When the golden sun sinks in the west.

And the toil of a long day is o'er.

Though the rod may be long.

In the lilt of a song.

We'll forget we were weary before.

Far ahead where the blue shadows fall.

We shall come to contentment and rest.

And the toil of the day
And the toil of the day.

We'll be all charmed away
We'll be all charmed away.

In our little grey In our little grey.

Home of the west Home of the west.

There are hands that will welcome me in.

There are lips I am burning to kiss.

There are two eyes that shine.

Just because they are mine.

And a thousand things other men miss.

It's a corner of heaven itself.

Tho' it's only a tumble down nest.

But But.

With love brooding there
With love brooding there.

Why no place can compare
Why no place can compare.

With our little grey home
With our little grey home.

In the In the.

West West.

There goes the trunks.
Looks pretty final now.

Don't fear, the trunks may
go, the owners will stay.

The universal truth
in my play, cannot be wrong.

I guess anything's worth trying
now, even that. Good Luck.

I don't need good
luck, nothing can stop me now.

- Mr. Kronk's here to see you.
- Oh, Leo.

He say's it's important.

It's probably 'bout himself,
tell him, I can't see him.

My dear, couldn't keep
you waiting, I came right up.

Hello, Leo. How are you?

Cast down by your departure

but rising again on the wings
of this, my great play.

Ah-ha, that's very nice.
You've written a play.

I've written a magnificent play,
and I'm gonna read it to you.

No, oh, no, Leo, I'm sure
it's a lovely play and all that.

But I really haven't got time
to listen, I'm packing.

And we have a performance
to do tonight, you know.

The contracts to sign,
and I'm sure you'll understand.

This play was written just for you.

It requires a great emotional
actress to play this part.

Why, your role has everything,
from gayest comedy

to deepest of tragedy.

What a motion picture it could be.

You'd be another Garbo.

- Oh, oh, Leo.
- Act one, scene one.

"The drawing room of
a country house in Long Island."

It's one of those, is it?

"You're lying on a sofa
in a ravishing tea gown."

Yes, yes.

"Your husband enters and he says.."

"Hello, my beautiful one."

And you say.

"Hello, Cyril."

And he says..

"As you know we've
been married a long time."

And you say, "Does it seem lo.."

"Does it seem long to you?"

And he says..

"Six years with you are like six minutes."

'Six minutes without
you are like six years."'

'There's a little intimate
business, he kisses your hand.'

'We shan't go into that
now, and then he says..

What did he say?

"Six years with you are like six minutes.

Six minutes without
you are like six years."

Charming, isn't it?

Yes. Did you make it up?

No, not exactly, and then you say, "Oh..."

I'm very curious about this line of yours.

You see, it's sort of special,
if you know what I mean.

It is special.

See it was written
by a man very much in love.

- And I put it in my play.
- Who is he?

I only know the lady in the case

and I can't betray her confidence.

You see, the man
I understand is married.

Married.

Yes, it's one of those very sad stories.

He's been in love with this girl for years.

The wife, of course,
knows nothing about it.

And then he say's, "Darling..."

The wife you say, knows nothing about it.

No nothing. Though it
goes on right under her nose.

But that's the way in these cases.

The wife is always
the last one to find out.

And then you say...

This uh, this uh, girl,
did she show you any more notes?

Oh, yes, yes. She has hundreds.

You see, he writes everyday one note.

True love, isn't it?

Yes. Yes. Must be.

Well, I selected only
the most intimate ones

and put 'em in my play,
they're all through it.

Here is one for instance. Nice little one.

"If you ever want the moon my darling

let me fetch it for you."

And here is another one.

"All the worlds asleep..."

Stop, stop, Leo.

I can't. I won't be
able to listen to anymore.

- I scarcely started...
- Yes, I know.

Well, you see, I've got my
packing and everything to do.

I really won't have time,
and I'm sure it's a lovely play.

I understand it's a day of
confusion. You're very gracious.

- I'll dedicate my play to you.
- Thank you, thank you so much.

Yes?

Excuse me, I was told
to bring this right up.

It's Mr. Lane's new suite.

Oh, yes. Put it in Mr. Lane's
room, right next door.

- Right next door?
- Eh?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

Why, that's not the suit I picked out.

- Oh, you mean the plaid one?
- Yes.

Miss Jordan cancelled that,
and picked out this one for him.

Oh, never mind I'll take it. Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Miss Jordan picked it out for him.

Miss Jordan picked
it out for him, did she?

Oh, Miss Jordan picked
it out for him, did she?

That'll fix her.

Darling, I've got some wonderful news.

I persuaded Kay to go Hollywood with us.

Aren't you surprised she's going?

No, not now.

It'll be wonderful
having her there, won't it?

Yes, it'll be very nice for you.

Excuse me now, I'm busy.

- What's the matter, darling?
- Nothing, I'm quite alright.

- Can't I help you?
- No, I'm alright, I tell you!

Oh, gee, you've had
a tough day packing.

Well, if you want me for
anything, I'll be in here.

Kay Jordan.

Come in!

I know, I know.

I'll call the jewelers in the morning

and have this engraved
on the vanity case.

- Think she'll like it?
- You picked a beauty.

- Gwen will love it.
- 'I think so too.'

- Say, is anything on fire?
- I don't think so.

Well, something in this
house is certainly burning up.

Oh, Ms. Gwen, won't you
let me open it now?

No, Hannah, no.

No, Hannah! Leave it there.

Well, it's in the way there, certainly.

There! Maybe that will cut down
his correspondence.

Where were you going? It isn't your cue.

Have you seen Gwen tonight?

Yes, I stopped at her dressing
room for a second. Why?

What did she say?

She said you seemed
to be so glad I was going

to Hollywood and she was sure
I'd have a lovely time. Why?

She ran out of
the house this afternoon and..

Came down, locked
herself in her dressing room

hadn't spoken to me
all during the performance

and now she..

Do you suppose she's ill or something?

Of course not. She's probably just upset.

The last performance, and all
the excitement and everything.

Leaving the stage and going
to Hollywood is quite a move.

Yeah, I'm beginning to realize that.

Well, it's pretty late in the day.

Come here, come here.

Here comes Trumpett now with
a complete set of lawyers.

Is that four lawyers?

Either that or one lawyer sub-divided.

You get out of the way before
they cross examine you.

Hannah, I'll open that door.

I'll put a stop to this.

Well..

Hello.

Ms. Marlowe, always kidding.

I can see by the look in
your eyes that you're indeed in

for a pleasant night.

Allow me. Mr. Bogardus.

- Hi.
- How do you do?

And this is Mr. Bogardus.

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

Of the firm of Bogardus and Bogardus.

This is Mr. Butterfield.

And Mr. Butterfield

of the firm of Butterfield and Butterfield.

The firms amalgamated..

Oh yes, I'm sorry. I forgot.

The firms amalgamated this afternoon.

Mr. Bogardus, Mr. Butterfield,
Mr. Butterfield, Mr. Bogardus.

Butterfield, Bogardus,
Butterfield, Bogardus.

We had a certain amount of
difficulty in preparing these

but you and Mr. Lane will find
them worthy of your autographs.

I'm sure Mr. Lane will find the
contracts quite satisfactory.

And you also, Ms. Marlowe.

Don't forget that that's equally
important, you know.

Me? Oh, I'm not going to Hollywood.

Uh, pull it down a little
in the back, Hannah, please.

That charming sense
of humor of yours, Ms. Marlowe.

They will enjoy it in Hollywood.

Oh, but didn't you understand?
I said I'm not going.

Is the belt fastened, Hannah?

- You're not going?
- No.

- But you and Mr. Lane...
- Mr. Lane is going, alright.

That uh, he is looking forward to it.

May I ask your reason for this?

Oh, no reason. I just changed
my mind. That's all.

So, if you'll take the contracts
into Mr. Lane's dressing room

I'm sure he'll be very happy to sign.

And he can leave
for Hollywood right away.

But uh, I don't think you
quite understand Ms. Marlowe.

You see uh, it's you
and Mr. Lane as a team

that Mr. Silver visualizes.

I'm sure Mr. Lane can get along
very nicely without me. Thanks.

Certainly, won't be lonely.

But what am I to say to Mr. Silver?

How am I to uh.. Oh, Mr. Lane.

Wonder if you can
do something about this.

Ms. Marlowe informs me that
she's not going to Hollywood.

It's the first I've heard that.

What's the matter, Gwen?

Nothing. I've just
changed my mind, that's all.

I figured there'll be
less of a crowd without me.

What you talking about?

You're on in two minutes.

- I implore you.
- Oh, really.

It's no use in discussing it any further.

I'm sorry if I've inconvenienced you.

And you and Mr. Bicardy
and Mr. Buttercup

and Mr. Bicardy and Mr. Buttercup.

But, well, my mind's made up. That's all.

- Can't you possibly persuade...
- No! Definitely, he cannot.

Goodnight. Thank you.

Hannah will show you the way out.

Well, Mr. Silver's not gonna
take this at all lightly.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, gentlemen.

Look, the retreat of Hollywood.
My plan is working.

At last, a use for Leo.

I'm too happy to mention
my contempt for you.

I laugh at you in violence.

Stop it. We got
Marlowe and Lane practically

separated and you two are still crabbing.

Things look pretty good.

I don't like this.

I don't think it's nice
to have them mad at each other.

I'm gonna...

But can't you tell me what's the matter?

I told you I do not wish to discuss it.

For one, explain why you wrote this?

I should think the meaning
was clear enough.

Are you sure you feel alright, dear?

Oh, really, this has gone too far.

You stand there and try to act innocent.

I know what kinda creature you are.

I saw you put that note under Kay's door.

That note I put under Kay..

Oh, is that what this is all about?

But for the love of..

- If you think...
- I don't think. I know!

I happened to read that love not to Kay.

That wasn't for Kay at all.

I suppose you put it
under her door by mistake.

No, it wasn't by mistake.

It was for Kay.

But it really was for you.

I mean, I gave it to her to have
it engraved on a vanity case

that I bought for you.

It's going to be a surprise.

You could think of a better one that.

- But I'm telling you the truth!
- Well, it won't do!

It's embarrassing standing here
listening to your explanations.

I should've known about
you and Kay all along but

of course the wife is always the
last to know about these things.

Ms. Marlowe, Mr. Lane, your cue.

You ought to be ashamed
talking about Kay like that.

- Kay's a fine girl.
- That's right. Defend her.

I knew it. It's like you.

Don't you know they are waiting for you?

There she is. There she is.
Now, you can be happy.

Go to Hollywood
and stay there for all I care.

- What are you talking about?
- You and Ernest.

I think she's lost her mind.
She says that you and I..

How can you think a thing like that?

That's right. Deny it. I suppose
the other woman always does.

Let go of me. Let go.

I won't until you take back
what you said about Kay.

I'll stay here all night.
I'll stay here forever.

Alright, then I'll stay here too.

I won't budge until you listen to reason.

You two crazy? You're late for your cue!

- Oh, good heavens.
- Oh!

Open the door.

"Stars Hollywood plans cancelled."

That's music to my ears. To all our ears.

Music to the ears? It's music to the soul.

My friend.

Muah. My friend.

I knew your magnificent play
could not be wrong.

When it is, uh, produced

you must give me the privilege
of putting up half the money.

Thank you. Thank you,
my life-long friend.

Let us go and congeal
our friendship in vodka.

Vodka!

Very pretty. May be I can be
flower girl at the wedding.

Never mind. Leo's done
a swell job for us.

They haven't spoken to each
other since the show closed.

I still don't like it. I can't
sleep worrying about them.

Oh, you'll feel better
when the road get going.

Two gold mines. Where
there was only one before.

Oh, yes. I forgot all about the
understudies, yes.

Whatever their names are.
I can never remember.

I can't even remember their faces.

Oh, hey, Ms. Crumby, would you
ask Ms..

Yes, Mr. Lehman, I know who you mean.

Will you come in, please?

Come in, kids and start a new life.

Yes, now. Miss. uh uh... Mister, uh uh..

We know what you
want to say, Mr. Lehman and

we wanna tell you that we understand.

Naturally with the show closed

there isn't anything for us to do.

Not that we did very much
while it was open.

Sweet of you to take the trouble to

fire us yourself. Makes
it much more personal.

Oh, but I'm not firing you. I'm hiring you.

You see, Gwen and Ernest,
they wanna get away from it.

So, they're going in different directions.

And-and-and you're gonna play
"Sweethearts" with Gwen Marlowe

and you're going to play
"Sweethearts" with Ernest Lane.

Don't you understand? You're
gonna have your name in lights.

It's going to be Gwen Marlowe
in "Sweethearts" with uh

what's ever your name is

and Ernest Lane
in "Sweethearts" with uh

what ever your name is. Ha-ha.

Sweethearts who live on love alone.

We'll find.

Our paradise somewhere.

Leaving behind.

Clip clop clop clip clop clop.

That's how 'twas done while
friends clitter clattered.

These two were made one.

For every lover must meet his fate.

Beloved one.

Beloved one.

Pretty as a picture.

Darling you're a dream.

Who could paint a picture.

Lovely as you seem.

Sweethearts live on love alone.

When we promenade up
and down the avenue.

Gentlemen will stop
as we pass to have a view.

Heads are high.

When the band goes by.

And we're on parade.

Mademoiselle no parlez vous.

Madamoiselle we thought you knew.

Madamoiselle we know you know.

My heart.

Is yours.

Yeah, I know what you mean, Falstaff.

I feel the same way myself.

Is there anything more, Mr. Lane?

No, thanks, Harry. That's all.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, sir.

Oh, did you think to get
a copy of Variety tonight?

I meant to give it to you at the theatre.

Thanks. I just want
to see what Ms. Marlowe..

What the other people
in the road are doing?

If they are in a town like this,
they're not doing anything.

Oh, I know, Brunhilde, it isn't
much fun for me, either.

Oh, you got the Variety.
Where did you find this?

I made the bellboy
go and flag the mail train.

I don't understand. We never
used to be so interested in

that curious paper in New York.

Well, I just wanted to see
whether, oh, what the other

road companies were doing.

Yes, where is Ernest this week?

Oh, long ways from here.

I just happened to turn to the page.

I suppose someday you'll tell me
why we are doing all this.

Told you mother, I just don't
like to talk about it.

Oh, but I think you miss Ernest so.

I do myself, he's such a sweet boy.

Please, mother.

Ah-ho, there isn't a light
in the whole town.

Isn't it astonishing how many
people sleep at night.

- It's so unresourceful of them.
- Not much like New York, is it?

Thought you wanted
to get away from New York

and have some quiet evenings.

Did say something like that, didn't I?

Oh, Leos play opened last week.

But closed last week too.

That must be the play
he started to read to me.

Well there's a review of it here.

I don't think it could
have been very good.

"The only reason this turkey
ever made Broadway is

"because Leo Kronk the author
put up the shekels

"'for his production himself.'

"It dishes out scribe's nutty
idea that any femme in love

"would believe that hubby has
another girlfriend.

"What plot there is concerns how
dopey wife is made to believe

that husband is carrying
on affair with secretary."

Does sound rather
implausible, doesn't it?

"Minor character steals love letters.

"Husband has written to wife and
plants 'em so wife is convinced

"spouse has two timed her by writing

"identical letters to secretary.

"Believe it or not, wife is
crazy enough to fall for this.

Audience is not however.."

What is it, dear?

Wife was crazy enough to fall
for this tripe.

Oh, I see it all now, mother.

They stole my love letters.
They wanted to separate us.

Oh, I must have been crazy.

Where's the telephone?
Where's the telephone?

I've got to find him. I've got to tell him.

Hello, hello, operator. Please wake up.

We've got to find him.
We've got to tell him.

Tell Ernest what an idiot I've been.

Hello, hello, operator.

But operator, I've got to talk to her.

I've gotta show her this. I've gotta tell her.

I've gotta tell her what a dope I've been.

Sorry, Mr. Lane, the line is busy.

I'm doing my best, Ms. Marlowe.

Well, operator, please keep trying.

Well, you don't know
what this means to me.

Hello, operator. Please, hello.

Sorry, still busy.

Please, hello.

Hello, hello.

Sorry, still busy.

Oh, well, never mind, dear.
They'll call you in a minute.

Hello.

Oh, sweetheart.

Oh, sweetheart.

Hello.

- Bring the bags in too.
- That will show him.

- Oh, my kiddies.
- Don't my kiddies us.

- We know what you did now.
- You ought to be ashamed.

We've come to tell you
what we think about you.

We found about the whole trick.

Yes, well, I know..

Never mind blaming Leo.

He did it because you were back of him.

I was in the beginning, then I backed out.

They wouldn't let me tell you.

I wanted to stop you from going away.

Keep you from going to Hollywood.

You've done a fine job.

Tell him what we're gonna do.

- We're going to Hollywood.
- Yes, just to show you.

We didn't even bother to unpack.

We aren't even waiting for
a train. We are gonna fly out.

- Leaving today.
- Right now.

Yes, that will show you.

C'mon, darling.

Now, what's the matter?

Oh, it's-it's..

Now, you don't mind me.
I guess you're right.

You know, what it's like
away from New York.

You've-you've seen life
away from New York and if you..

Like being away from New York

you're perfectly right
to stay away from New York.

Sometimes I think I'd like
to go away from New York myself.

Get away from it all.

It's brought me nothing but heartbreaks.

Oh, well, I'm an old man now.

It isn't... I haven't got much time left.

And I guess I better spend what
time I have left right here.

Carrying on alone.

I had hoped that in my old age

I'd see "Sweethearts" running
another six years

and it could too, you know

if you two kiddies had just..

But you don't belong here
and if you don't belong here

you just don't belong here.

What do you mean
we don't belong here?

We couldn't breathe any air but here.

You think you could
ship us to Hollywood..

- I put my foot down.
- I put mine too.

- Saying we don't belong here.
- We belong here as much as you.

We belong wherever you belong.

Oh, Felix.

Oh, you awful old crook, you.

Oh, my kiddies.

Welcome home.

Oh, it's fun being back, isn't it?

Oh, it's swell.

No, you don't.

- Kay.
- Hey, hello, darling.

Now, we're all back home.

This is a glorious day in
the history of "Sweethearts."

- Oh, look what I found.
- No you don't.

Look at you two.
Eating candy and smoking.

You'll be in great shape
for that opening night.

Sweethearts today will never fade.

Like an eternal serenade.

Our love will end

Wherever you wandered

We welcome you back home.

We'll always be the Sweethearts.

So claim us for your own.

Our love will end the way the starts.

Forever we'll be forever we'll be

Sweethearts