All language subtitles for Lets Do It Again (1953) ft. Dick Haymes Full Movie StreamCore]_

Let's do it again.

I thought it was wrong, but I still
belong with you.

So let's fall in love once more.

Let's do it again. I think we can still
recap to the thrill we knew

and love as we loved before.

Because I've forgotten all...

It's Chet Stewart. Let me in.

Just a minute.

Oh, hiya, Chet. Hi. You look terrible.

I'm a nervous wreck. Have you heard from
Gary?

You too?

What do you mean, me too?

Mrs. Stewart called twice today.

What'd you do?

I alibied as usual. I said he was still
in Chicago.

Do you think maybe he's forgotten he's
supposed to be home tomorrow morning?

With your brother, anything is possible.

How am I going to find him? How do you
always find him? Try his usual spots.

This is the last time I cover for him.

Is Gary Stewart in there?

Ah, he's in Chicago.

Thanks a lot. I happen to be his
brother, and I happen to know better.

Oh. Well, he was here, but he's gone
now.

You might try the black cat.

The black cat.

Give me the guy who plays augmented
third.

Any other type is strictly for the
birds.

Give me a cat who's real crazy, though
he's flat and off -key, if he's a man

who makes music.

Get yourself on the phone now. Sing it
and give your all now.

Grab it almost and tear it up.

That was some session.

Hiya, Chet. Where you been? I almost
gave you up. Where have I been? You

left a word for me. Didn't I? Good
morning, Chet. We missed you.

I can imagine.

Well, there's nothing like starting off
the day with a smile.

What do you expect? I haven't been to
bed all night.

Neither have we, darling. Do you realize
you're supposed to be arriving home

from Chicago in less than an hour? Yeah,
I know. Where are the bags? In the cab.

Present for Connie?

Air Mail Special Delivery.

With a Chicago label.

Ooh, very nice.

How much?

$2 ,000. Pretty expensive, isn't it?
Depends on his conscience.

Well, Lily, it was a wonderful week in
Chicago. Oh, a lot of laughs, Gary. Call

me the next time you don't go someplace.

Hold the thought. Can we drop you off
anywhere? Oh, I'll have a bite here. But

don't forget to drop in and see me at
the club. Right. Will you please hurry?

Thanks, fellas.

Say, I got a great idea.

How about you cats coming home with me?

You got me, man. Are you out of your
mind?

We'll wake up Connie with a cool good
morning tune and then she can cook us

breakfast, huh? I like my eggs sunny
side up.

Cars, this will know in a minute you
haven't been to Chicago.

Nonsense. I'll tell her the boys met me
at the train just for a gag.

Pick up your wraps and grab your traps
and meet me outside.

Who ought to see a psychiatrist, a
happily married man pretending to be on

trip while he's secretly running around
New York in dents and dives with all

sorts of co -horses? You mean Lillian
Day? She's just an old pal.

She wouldn't look so old to Constance.
And speaking of Constance, my advice to

you is to find some sort of relaxation
other than these musical binges. Look,

Chet, that was stale. My work was stale.
I had to get out of that rut and find

that old black magic again.

That's the sort of thing that keeps you
from being second rate.

It's the sort of thing that's giving me
a nervous breakdown.

You're taking chances with the most
perfect wife a man could have. Maybe if

wasn't so perfect, I wouldn't have to
take so many chances.

Come on, boys, pile in.

Well... So long, Chet, old boy. Drop by
later and welcome me home, huh? No,

thanks. I'm going to welcome myself
home.

227 Park Avenue.

Up there, fellas.

Oh, Connie be surprised.

Come on. Wait up.

You okay?

Okay? Come on.

Hey,

Pete. Will I give you a cue? Give me a
call, will you?

Then we'll give her 16 bars of good
morning to you, okay? Okay.

I don't... Okay?

No.

Mr. Stewart.

Hiya, Nellie. This is the prize. Fix
some coffee, will you?

Pete?

Shush me.

Wasn't she expecting me? Yes, sir.

What time did she leave?

About 5 .30.

5 .30 this morning?

Uh -uh.

You mean she left at 5 .30 last night?
Mm -hmm.

Where is she? I don't know.

Don't you have any idea? Did somebody
take her? Did she leave alone?

You got me, Mr. Stewart.

It's not like her.

Not like her at all.

Let's not say anything about it, hmm?

Please, boys, hold it. What's the
matter?

Well, nothing really. She's got a
headache.

She's all right, though. It's just that
she worries about me when I'm away.

You know how women are, and of course I
didn't telephone, and, well, anyway, it

was a good idea, and if she was feeling
better, she probably would have loved

it.

Good morning to you.

Good morning to you.

Good morning, dear Connie.

Good morning to you.

I'm so glad you're home safe and sound.

I was beginning to worry about you. You
mean staying out all night? Isn't it

scandalous? Well, no, it wasn't that
exactly. You see, it was just that you

the boys. Willie, it's so nice to see
you. Hi, Mrs. Stewart.

He played in the pit when I did High
Life.

And Hal and Pete, it's been so long.

It's been too long, Mr. Stewart. When
are you coming back out of retirement?

Oh, I'm just a housewife now.

What a nice idea.

Yeah, the boys met me at the station
before we wake up with a little music.

Seemed like a pretty good notion at the
time. Well, it was, and I'm sorry I

wasn't here.

Oh, thank you, Nellie. Wouldn't you boys
like to have some coffee? Yeah, help

yourselves, fellas. Go ahead.

Where were you? Oh, I got in the worst
mix -up last night.

What do you mean, worst mix -up?

Welcome, Gary.

Hi, Courtney.

So you're back.

I hoped you'd never get here.

How was Chicago?

Windy. That's funny. I read something
about a heat wave.

Gary.

Maybe we'd better cut out. It's later
than we figured.

Yeah, we got a one o 'clock rehearsal.
We better get some sleep. All right.

Well, thanks for the concert, boys.
Thanks very much.

Would you like to have some breakfast,
Courtney? No, thanks. I'll just borrow a

cup of coffee, if I may. Aren't you a
little overdressed for breakfast?

We're both overdressed to say the least.

We certainly got in the worst mess last
night. Really? It was awful. You'll

never believe it. Try me.

Something funny?

I was just thinking of how scandalous
Courtney and I must look. Yes.

What happened?

My new show tried out in New Haven last
night. Since you were in Chicago and

knowing that Constance was alone, I,
uh... Took her. I thought it would be

and it was.

Best work I've ever done, if I may speak
on my own behalf, and you always do.

Well, anyway, on the way home, it was
very late, and Courtney took a shortcut,

and something happened to the car.

What really did, didn't it, Courtney?
She said you'd never believe it.

I know it sounds a little far -fetched,
but there we were, a million miles from

civilization, in a little town called,
um, what was it called, Courtney?

Feathersville.

Feathersville. Quaint little place. Yes,
it figures.

We finally had to leave the car and walk
until we came to a motel.

A motel?

Yes.

Um, what was the name of that, Courtney?

The Shady Nook.

The Shady Nook.

Yeah. Quaint little place.

It really was.

We spent the night there.

You spent the night in the Shady Nook
motel?

Well, darling, don't look so worried.

It was approved by the auto club.

And it really wasn't bad at all.

Except the shutters. They banged all
night. Oh, and the bed squeaked.

All night?

Only when I turned.

Oh, Gary.

You know how motels are.

Well, anyway, this morning they fixed
the car and here we are. And I'm sorry

were worried.

Well, of course, I can only speak as a
bachelor.

But if any wife of mine came home with
such a cock and bull story, I'd turn her

out of the house.

Thanks for the coffee.

Don't mind, Courtney, darling.

The whole affair is perfectly innocent
and you know it. Just as surely as you

know you just got back from Chicago.

And on that profound thought, I bid you
both adieu.

Oh, and Gary, if you leave town again,
you might give me a ring in advance so

that I can make my plans.

Courtney can be a very naughty boy.
Someday I'm going to punish that...

What do you mean by that crack?

Oh, Gary, come here.

Let's forget about Courtney.

Hi, darling.

I have to bathe and change.

Why don't you come in and help me get
out of this, hmm?

Oh, darling, will you help me with the
zipper?

Stuck.

What, again?

What do you mean, again?

Well, I had the same trouble last night.

Really? And who helped you?

Billy, of course.

I couldn't possibly get in or out of a
dress like this alone.

Then how did you handle it at the Nook
and Cranny?

The what?

The motel.

Oh, that isn't the name of it.

I know.

Thank you, darling.

Oh, Gary, you're going to have to go
some to beat Courtney.

Looks that way, doesn't it?

Heavenly show.

So smart, sophisticated.

A little risque, but then, that's
Courtney.

And the music. It's the brightest work
he's ever done.

Courtney make a pass at you.

Why, Courtney always makes passes at me.

You seem to encourage it.

With Courtney, you don't have to.

It was great while it lasted.

It was real. It was grand. It was fun.

We were so close when we started.

But our basket of dreams came apart at
the scene.

So farewell.

Happy landing.

This is love.

This is life. This is fate.

So let's give three cheers for those
wonderful years. While it

lasted, darling, it was great.

Still a fate.

But let's give three cheers for those
wonderful years.

While it lasted, darling, it was great.

While it lasted, darling, great.

Isn't it cute?

Oh, adorable, and such a nice sentiment.

is I don't like what happened last
night. Well, don't make such a big thing

of it, darling. It was just an accident.

What exactly did happen? You sound like
an outraged husband.

And by the way, you left your top coat
at the Savoy night before last, and they

delivered it here.

Oh.

Well, so I wasn't in Chicago.

And it's no crime not to be in Chicago,
you know.

Just wanted a few days to myself to get
a fresh viewpoint.

Seems like you've been freshening your
viewpoint more and more frequently.

Meaning what?

Meaning... the time you went to
Hollywood and Miami?

How on earth can you freshen a viewpoint
in Boston? Well, at least I don't wind

up in motels.

How's Miss Adair?

Oh, oh, I get it.

Throw the heat on me and take it off
yourself, hmm?

Well, it won't work, Connie, because I
can explain every move I may, which is

more than you can do.

Now, I'm asking you, once and for all,
what happened last night?

Oh, Gary, you're being so silly.

Nothing happened last night.

Nothing at all.

I was only trying to teach you a lesson.

I know the idea sounds kind of silly in
the cold light of day, but... How was it

in the warm dark of night?

Well, since you didn't bother to come
home for a week, what difference does it

make to you?

That's a fine thing for a wife to say to
her husband.

Gary, it takes more than a marriage
license to make a wife or a husband.

That's something you have to work at.
Well, you weren't working at it very

last night.

That is your opinion.

Opinion? Were you out all night with
Courtney Crago, weren't you?

I'm not going to say another word.
You're going to say a lot more words. I

a full explanation.

Do you know what I think?

I think you'd be disappointed if I gave
you one. Yeah?

Well, you know what I think? I don't
think you can. That's what I think.

Well, if you really believe that, you
have so little faith in me and our

marriage.

You don't want an explanation. What you
want is a lawyer.

Maybe I do.

Well, then get one.

Thank you, Nellie.

With that kind of business, this show
might run another year, Gary. Yeah.

What are you doing for dinner?

Oh, I'm sorry. You should have asked me
earlier.

Yeah, well, okay. Some other time, huh?
Sure, any time, Gary. Good night.

Good night.

What are you so happy about?

Mrs. Stewart, you can't get through life
eating aspirin like it was popcorn.

I had a little headache.

I guess you can't live with a man for
three years and have it stop without

making an adjustment.

Mrs. Stewart, I've been through more
adjustments than a worn -out girdle. The

only aspirin you need is your husband
back.

Oh, Nellie, don't practice medicine
without a license.

Hiya, Nellie. Hello, Mr. Stewart. How
are you?

In the pink and in the prime, Nell.

Why, hello, Constance.

How is the gay divorcee?

Fine, thank you.

And I'll take that key, please.

Well, thanks just the same.

Didn't you get a copy of the decree?

We are divorced, you know. Not actually,
legally, or finally, for 60 more days.

Finally, legally, or actually.

You leave that key here, or I'll change
every lock in the house. Oh, now, don't

blow your bonnet, Connie. I didn't come
here to fight. This is just a friendly

visit.

Why the rehearsal outfit? You going back
into show business?

No, Gary.

Back into circulation.

Well, to tell you the truth, Connie,
I... I sort of miss the old place.

Well, you'll get over it.

What's on your mind, Gary?

Well, I wanted to ask you, how about
rights of visitation?

No, thank you.

Well, I didn't mean you exactly. I meant
the... Piano?

Well, you know how it is. It's a special
job. I had lots of rebuilding.

You would have to have an abnormal
piano. Yes, me and Irving Berlin.

Well, as I explained to you before...
Yes, I know.

You can only compose in the key of C.

But with this piano, you can change it
to any key you want, just by moving a

lever.

Not all you and Irving Berlin have in
common.

All right, so I didn't write God Bless
America, but the point is I can't get

another piano like it, and I'm writing a
show, so how about it, Connie?

Well, it's your piano.

Go ahead, move it out.

Oh, I didn't mean to take it. At least
not right away.

And besides, I'm used to this place, you
know. It's familiar to me. And after

all, I did do some of my best stuff
here. And it does make a difference when

you're composing.

So I thought if I could use it until the
new show is finished.

You mean work here?

If you wouldn't mind.

Well, I would mind.

If you think I'll get in your way, I'll
call ahead of time.

Well, that isn't necessary.

It's yours.

Move it.

Okay.

Thanks. You're welcome.

I've written a new song.

I'd like to run through it. Do you mind?

It's your piano.

Why don't you stay and listen?

It's the sort of thing you've always
been after me to write.

Go ahead.

Try to get a lot of feeling into this
one.

Any luck?

Anyone but you who kissed my lips would
leave me cold.

How unexciting their kiss would be.

Anyone but you that these two arms of
mine might hold

would just be wasting their time with
me.

While they were luring me on ever so
sweetly

I'd indiscreetly tell them I'm

yours completely.

What am I to do?

My heart has met its Waterloo.

I know I never... I could love anyone

but you.

Hello?

Courtney, darling.

Well, they just arrived. The most
beautiful you've ever sent.

Mm -hmm.

Oh, you're sweet.

Connie, if you're going to make time
with Courtney, you better hurry up. You

know, a man of his age doesn't have much
time left.

But he uses it so wonderfully.

I'll send for the piano today.

Hello, hello.

Are you still there?

What? Oh, yes, I'm still here, Courtney.

Well, of course I'll come. But I don't
understand why you're having an

I thought you had all the financing you
needed.

One of my biggest backers got cold feet.

Well, it's such a good show. Why?

He had no choice.

They buried him in Woodlawn Cemetery
this morning.

Well, Lucy Werner is your star. Why
doesn't she... I... I told you, she's

town. Please, Constance, don't let me
down.

I won't, Courtney.

I'll be there.

Bye.

Where is she, Mr. Craig? You promised me
she'd come. She's just delayed, Frank.

Now, why don't you sit down with the
others?

Maybe that's her now. I'm sure it is. I
sure do hope she likes me. Frank,

please, later.

After the audition, hmm?

My dear, you're ravishing, but late.

Ah. Do you know the songs? Oh, yeah.

Come on.

Listen, darling, you saw that man we
just passed?

I want you to play to him.

But why?

One of the biggest miners in the
Klondike with one of the biggest

Ladies and gentlemen, in the absence of
our star, Miss Lucy Warriner, Miss

Constance Stewart has graciously
consented to take over the audition.

And now, if you've all been paying
attention, you will know that our

lady is alone on the stage. She's bathed
in a pink spotlight.

She sings.

I'm not the type to tear my hair About
affairs romantic

Contented, calm, and casual That's me

But something hit me recently

that has me almost frantic my head and
heart agreed

to disagree

i'm taking a slow burn

over a fast man and he's the last man
you'd ever

suspect he looks like a mild guy but
he's a wild

Give you the info direct.

He calls me at five and asks me to dine.

We make it for six.

He shows up at nine.

And then he drops the key to someone's
flat.

He's got me coming and going and going
and coming until I don't know where I'm

at. There'll be a slight change.

Maybe he might change, but I'm afraid of
those ifs and those buts.

I'm in a bad way, he in his mad way.

He's gonna slow burn over a fast man,
that's all.

He smothers me with orchids whenever I'm
blue.

He sends me lovely lingerie from Park
Avenue.

He'll buy me anything, no matter what
the amount.

He buys them, then he charges them to my
charge account.

He promises to make up for all his
mistakes.

And then for weeks he tells me every
move that he makes. And just when I'm

convinced he's really faithful and true,
he whispers, Sue, I love you, but my

name isn't Sue. Maybe my IQ isn't a high
Q,

but I'm too brainy for this fancy dance.

The guy is attractive,

but overactive.

I think he's half wolf and half...

If you see smoke come out of my ear,

don't have the fireman call. I'm taking
a slow

burn over a fast man.

Taking a slow burn.

Sitka? Sitka, Alaska.

Well, how do you do?

I'm doing fine now, ma 'am, but I was
blowing up a blizzard waiting for you to

get here.

Mr. Craig, how much of a steak do you
need?

Oh, uh, $200 ,000.

You've got it.

You mean the whole amount, Frank?

The works.

Say, Courtney, how about the rest of the
show?

You may see it on opening night.

The till has been filled and dinner is
served.

Mr. McGraw, you know that I'm not in the
show.

I was going to give him the money
anyway.

I just wanted to hear you sing again.

Suppose you lose it. Well, there's so
many millionaires between Sitka and

Dawson, it'd be kind of unusual to be
able to say, yep, I dropped $200 ,000 on

Broadway last trip.

Gives the man sort of a social standing
around the campfire.

Can I take you to dinner? Oh, no, thank
you. I'm not staying.

But, darling, of course you are. Oh,
thank you, Courtney, but I do have to

Good night.

Good night.

But you can't, ma 'am. You can't do this
to me. I've waited too long to see you

again.

Again? That's right.

I don't remember meeting you before.

And you're not easily forgotten.

Well, we didn't exactly meet. It was
when you were playing in High Life in

Seattle. I'd come down from Sitka for
some gear, and I saw you.

I never miss a single show the whole two
weeks.

You're pretty fast on the draw in
Alaska, huh, partner?

I wouldn't have come at all if I'd known
you weren't going to stay.

For a fact, when Mr. Craig called and
said he needed a pigeon... Angel?

Yeah, Angel.

I said, I'd come if you were here.
Otherwise, no soap.

But, Courtney, you said... Are you sure
Lucy's out of town?

Positive. I sent her myself.

Man, you can't go off without giving me
a chance to stake a claim on you. I'm

sorry, Mr. McGraw, but I've been all
through that.

Good night.

Good night, Courtney.

Good night, darling.

Mrs. Stewart, all jokes aside, that time
you played Seattle, remember the

orchids, the yellow orchids you got
every night?

Of course I do.

But there were never any cards in them.

You? Yes, ma 'am. Used my whole poke to
buy them.

Hadn't struck it then.

Had to get a grub stake back in Sitka.

Well, you shouldn't have done it. Oh, I
had to do it. Well, anyway, Mr. McGraw.

Frank's the handle.

Oh, Frank, I'd like to thank you
belatedly for the beautiful flowers. And

stay? Well, I think not, partner.

Good night.

Were you ever with the Northwest
Mounties?

No, but I follow a trail pretty good.

What baffles me is that a shy violent
like you didn't come backstage with the

orchids when you sent them. I was just a
green prospector then, Mrs. Stewart. I

figured I'd make my strike, get duded
up, and manicure the horns off my hands

before I came calling.

Only by then, the Stewart fellow had
hitched up with you.

Mr. Stewart and I have since unhitched.
I know that.

You're beginning to frighten me.

Would you get me a cab, please?

227 Park Avenue.

How did you get my address?

A fella like me, when he means business,
he don't fool around.

Well, let's settle something, Frank.
This is New York, not the Alaskan wilds.

And just because you own a lot of gold
mines... Gold mines?

I don't own any gold mines.

But Courtney said... I never struck
gold, not once.

All I ever found was pitchblende.

Pitchblende? What is that?

You know these atoms? They've been split
in high, wide, and handsome. You know

what they are?

Uranium. Well, you know where you get
uranium.

Pitchblende? Pitchblende.

Constance, you've got a lot to learn
about me. Hey, but not all in one night.

And I promise you that you're just along
for the ride because I'm not asking you

in.

Never worry too far ahead.

I love all the nerve.

You break in camp at this time of night?

I certainly am not.

Oh, would you have the car wait? I may
need you.

Wait here, George.

Mr. Stewart, like I told you when we got
here, it's impossible to get this piano

up the stairs.

Yeah, now it's impossible to get it down
the stairs.

It's stuck in the railing, Mr. Stewart,
so help me.

What's going on here?

I'm taking my piano out of here. That's
what's going on here. At this time of

night? I happen to work at this time of
night. And since you won't let me work

here, I am moving it. No, he ain't,
lady. Not this way.

How do we get it in here?

Through the side windows.

Oh.

Oh, well, all right, men. Get it down.

Come on.

He...

No use in you fellas breaking your
backs. Let me lend a hand.

Who are you?

My handle's McGraw.

Stand clear while I free her.

Gosh, I'm awfully sorry, Constance.

Didn't mean to put so much muscle into
it.

Oh, well, it's all right, Frank.

It's easily fixed.

Now, you fellows grab that end of the
piano and pull when I push.

Don't need you.

Look out!

I'm sorry, Constance. I shouldn't have
pushed so hard. My Ming lamp!

I'll replace it, I'll replace it, which
is more than you can do for my left

kidney. Sorry, mister, I keep putting
too much muscle into it. Thanks. That

piano never came through here unless it
was invisible.

It had to come through there. But it's a
solid glass front. The remodeling. The

what? Well, the windows were different
when we moved here. There was a window

over there and a window over there, and
we took them out and put in this one big

window. So take it out.

The window's anchored in a wall.

This piano ain't going no place tonight.

Face it, Mr. Stewart.

Okay, okay.

At least turn the piano right side up.
Yes, sir. Can't say I didn't try.

After what I've been through, I need a
drink.

Do you mind?

It's your liquor.

Since we can't move the piano, I shall
have to use it here. You will not.

You heard the man. I only meant tonight,
mister.

In a couple of days, we can get a
permit. Take the window out, move the

put the window back.

No problem.

Okay. I'll have the piano removed as
soon as possible.

Hey.

Who is Strongheart?

Well, Mr. McGraw, this is my husband.

My ex -husband, Gary Stewart.

Howdy. Howdy.

Mr. McGraw is visiting New York from
Sitka, Alaska.

Oh, really?

Say, you're not the fellow that sells
refrigerators to the Eskimos, are you?

Mr. McGraw is one of the biggest miners
in the Klondike. He's in uranium.

Does he glow in the dark?

You're quite a card. Yeah, and so is
Courtney if he thinks I'm going to fall

a dodge like this.

I don't follow, Mr. Stewart.

Connie, dear, tell Courtney if he's
trying to get the heat off by pairing

with dangerous Dan McGraw here, he is
barking at the wrong birch. Oh, he's got

nothing to do with it. This is my own
idea. You don't say. I do say.

Gary, would you please leave?

Mr. McGraw, I hope you realize that
although Mrs. Stewart and myself are

divorced, the decree is not final.

Yep, my lawyer explained it to me.
You've got 60 days to go.

Say. He doesn't fool around, does he?
No.

Now, will you please leave?

All right.

All right.

After all, I was just trying to check up
to see whether this man's intentions

were honorable. That's all. The least I
can do.

After all, Connie, you can't go running
off to an igloo small by a waterfall.

Climate would murder you.

She's getting mighty cold feet.

Cold feet, warm heart.

Oh, no.

Good night.

Good night.

Don't worry about the piano, Mr.
Stewart. We're specialists at moving

of tight places.

Yeah.

Tell me something.

Yeah? Are you also specialists in not
getting pianos out of tight places?

Tell the truth, mister.

There's a lot of red tape.

You know, permits,

building inspections, unions.

Could tie us up a long time.

Who is this joint?

Maybe we could even get it condemned.

Now, wait a minute. Let's not lose our
heads.

I'll get in touch with you, huh?

Constance?

Do you know what rebound is?

Rebound has nothing to do with it.

I retired from the stage to make a home,
and I want a man that I know will be

home. And I'm sure that Frank is that
kind of man.

Constance, I am not going to let you
throw yourself away on this tourist.

Not even if I have to do something about
it myself.

Which, oddly enough, I am perfectly
willing to do.

What do you mean? I mean that you're
still in love with Gary.

You can get over the rascal far more
easily with me. In fact, you...

You might find it rather fun.

I have to meet Frank, shall we?

Wait up.

Check, please.

Hello, Connie.

So nice to see you. Hello, Constance.
Chet, darling, hello.

Hello, Gary.

It's been a long time.

You're never at the house when I'm there
working.

Isn't that clever of me?

You're looking wonderful.

Thank you.

You're looking pretty good, too,
Courtney, considering... Considering

Gary? Considering how you will look if I
ever catch you at the house before the

decree is final.

Never been caught yet.

Old hand.

We'll be terribly careful.

Toodle -oo.

I've got half a mind. You are so right.

But you're worrying about the wrong man.
I keep telling you she's going to marry

Frank McGraw.

You mean...

I mean... And where did you learn this
astonishing fact?

From the home front, Nellie.

Ah.

Good evening, Mr. Stewart. Oh, good
evening.

Are you looking for someone? No, no, I'm
just browsing.

Where have you been, Gary?

Hello, Lily. I'm working on my new show.

I'm just about giving you up, which
reminds me, your ex is here tonight with

guy. Well, now, isn't that a
coincidence?

Shall we join them?

Are you serious?

Well, you wouldn't want me to snub my
own wife.

Well, this should be nice, clean fun.

Bring us some imported champagne. The
best you've got in the house.

Very good, sir.

The future Mrs.

McGraw should always have the best.
Frank, I haven't said that... Well,

well, if it isn't Spawn of the North.
Hello.

Hiya. Lily, you know Connie, don't you?
And this is Frank McGraw. Frank, this is

Miss Lily Adair.

How do you do?

Oh, sure, howdy. I recognize Miss Adair
from her picture out front.

Oh, aren't you sweet to notice me?

Tell the truth, I could hardly help
noticing it.

That is, I mean...

No offense, madman.

Oh, honey, I'm not the least bit
offended.

Let's sit down, Lily.

You can only stay but a moment. Just
time for one little drink.

Well, sure. No, no, no. Just one little
drink. No more.

Toast the prospective bride.

Ah, 29. That's a very good vintage year
for champagne.

That's right, sir.

Thank you, sir. Would you bring two more
glasses, please? Yes, sir.

Lily, did you know that Constance and
Mr. McGraw were going to be married?

Say. Isn't that swell?

The fact is... You're rushing things,
Mr. Stewart.

Constance hasn't promised yet.

Why, nonsense. It's all over town.

There's nothing like being married.

I always get the jitters when I'm
freelancing.

You know, partner, I took one look at
you and I knew this was going to happen.

said to myself, I said, that McGraw is
just the man for Constance.

That's mighty nice of you, Mr. Stewart,
under the circumstances.

Frank, darling, perhaps we should be
running along.

Well, sure. Oh, you mean you're not
going to stay and watch me dance?

Why, you've got to stay.

Lily's the greatest anthropological
dancer in the business.

Anthropological. You know, honey, how
the Aztecs did it. How the Egyptians did

it. For instance, do you know how they
do it in Haiti?

In the South Seas?

And Madagascar, honey.

A dancing, she means.

Oh, I can't say I do.

Okay, you get your first lesson tonight.

I'll give you the Zambezi ritual.

What?

It's the kind of a dance where they
separate the men from the boys.

Batten down the hatches, men.

It's go, girl, go.

Isn't she a charming girl?

She sure is.

Only I don't understand her lingo. You
will when she dances. When she shifts

into high she has a universal language.

looking through the latest book on
anthropology, I noted certain tribes

have much more fun than you or me.

I long for love, the jungle kind, the
kind

I'm getting now is too refined.

I want to go where they're still
untamed.

Where people in love are not ashamed.

I hear the call of the wild.

My better self has lost its head.

My heart's a tiger. Tigers must be fed.

Oh, civilization, you're passe.

I want to make love the jungle way.

I hear the call of the wild.

people in New York.

Isn't she great?

Oh, I don't know.

I think she's just honored.

Boy, that damn busy is really something,
isn't it? I'll say it is. If there's

one thing I like, it's dancing. Then why
don't you two give it a whirl?

Oh, well, Frank, I think we should be
leaving. Oh, go on, Connie. I bet you

a bear on the dance floor. Well, I...
Not bad at that. Go on, girl. Where's

pioneer spirit? Go, girl, go.

Bear.

Yes, Mr. Stewart? Have Frank Hunter play
the hottest Cuban mambo in the book for

me, will you?

Can I get you something else, sir?

Yes. You have a good vintage here for
arsenic.

Well, hi, Connie.

Don't hi -connie me. And what do you
mean by pounding the piano this hour of

morning? Is it morning already?

You... you weren't here all night.

Why, yes.

I figured you heard me.

Of course not. With these earplugs.

Are you still wearing them?

I'm flattered.

Gary, will you please leave?

And will you find a way of getting this
piano out of here? Have a heart, Connie.

I'm in a spot.

The show opens in New Haven in three
days.

So? So yesterday we threw out one song
and I had to spend the night writing

another one.

Well, now it's finished. Will you leave?

Without even so much as a cup of coffee.
There's a dainty little beanery on

First Avenue.

But I already got some coffee perking.

Oh, be a doll.

Well, okay.

If you promise to go then.

And fix me a bromo, too, will you? I've
got a splitting headache.

I see the park where after dark we did
our dreaming.

I see the bench and through a tree the
moon is streaming.

I remember all our plans and our
scheming.

These are the things I remember.

The way we'd sigh, the way we'd kiss,
the way I'd hold you.

The way you'd laugh at all the corny
jokes I told you.

And the funny way you'd pout when I'd
scold you.

These are the things I remember.

I remember all our daydreams,

trips to Paris and Rome.

All seven seas we'd comb, and then a

slow boat home.

When you're in love, the world's your
oyster when you start on.

But how it hurts when Cupid starts to
pull that dart out.

I remember, I remember, oh,

so well.

Well, Judge?

Oh, it's nice.

It really is.

That's my Connie.

This is your bromo, but I'm not your
Connie.

Just like old times.

You remember when I used to work all
night?

You'd say I was a genius.

I'd say you were the prettiest.

Then I'd pick you up.

Never mind.

Yeah, never mind is right.

Too bad you had to spoil it.

Me?

I'm the one that's never been to
Feathersville.

Anyway, thanks for the coffee.

Well, if you don't mind, I think I'll
just freshen up with a quick shower and

run my merry way.

Can't you freshen up at your own place?
Oh, I can't. I've got to go right to the

theater with a new song.

Oh, by the way, you want to come to the
opening on the 12th?

Frank and I have a date on the 12th.

Well, can't you break in?

Well, it would be rather difficult. You
see, we're flying out at midnight in his

private plane to visit his family in
Seattle.

You're not serious about Strongheart.

I don't think that's any of your
business anymore.

The fact is, Frank and I are very
serious about each other.

You call me, Connie?

Will you get the front door? I'm busy.

It must be Nellie.

Okay, I'll get it.

Oh, you mean this? I was just going to
take a shower.

It doesn't sound very good, does it?

What I mean is I was just going to take
a shower.

Constance, I... Gosh, I guess maybe I'd
better run along.

Oh, now, wait, Frank.

Wait. You've got to be modern about
this, man. You've got to be modern. I'm

modern, Mr.

Stewart. It's just that I'm not that
modern.

Frank, please come in and let me
explain.

Are you out of your mind running around
in my robe? I'm just going to take a

shower. I don't see what there is to
explain. My lawyer said if you were to

reconcile before the final decree...
Well, I just don't want you to

misunderstand.

Frank, a shower's not a reconciliation.

Will you please get your clothes on and
get out of here?

Okay. Do you mind if I wash my hands and
face?

Thanks.

I'm sorry, Frank.

I thought he was here with your consent.

Well, I didn't know until I woke up that
he'd been here all night.

Oh, I guess it's all right, then.

Only finding him here on top of
everything else.

What do you mean, everything else?

Nothing.

Well, what happened to your hand?

Oh, a fellow was talking how to turn.

Um, about me?

About you and Courtney Craig.

Well, the gist was, you know.

No, I don't know. He said that maybe Mr.
Stewart was the one who should have got

the divorce.

Oh.

I see.

But I don't believe it, Constance.
That's why I poked him.

You're the nicest, sweetest girl I ever
met.

I had to get my music.

Gary. Yes.

My name needs clearing.

Now, Constance, I didn't mean... Oh,
that's all right. I'll get a note to

Republic and swear we never even
exchanged dirty looks last night. But

that. It's the divorce.

So? I was talking to a fellow, and he
said you let Constance divorce you when

should have been the other way around.

Now, one big blabbermouth started that.
So I belted him one.

But that wasn't true.

Well, was it, Gary?

Of course not.

That's what I said.

Well, thank you, Gary.

Don't thank me, Constance.

It was the least I could do.

When I think of the terrible things I've
done to Connie, and then to have her

name bandied about like that, I tell you
it makes me feel ashamed.

Why, I recall that... Gary, you've
testified, and you can go now.

But, Constance... And you can't work
here anymore.

I don't know how you're going to do it,
but if you want to play this piano, then

you have to get it out of the house.

And on that kind thought, I shall fold
my tent like the Arabs and silently find

my pants.

Gary, listen to that.

Come on, you've got to take a bath. Oh,
let's skip it, Chet. I want to get back

to town. Look, they're calling for you.
Look, will you forget it? I've got a

million things to do in New York.

Well, they certainly loved that first
act.

Second act wasn't bad either. Lots of
laughs.

Best out -of -town tryout I've ever had.

Just great.

What's the matter?

Oh, it's a hit, all right, but no one
would know it looking at you.

What do you mean?

Gary, why don't you admit it? It's just
no fun without her.

What are you talking about?

Connie, I saw you watching that fourth
row all night, hoping she'd be there.

Don't cut it out, will you?

She'll be leaving for Seattle in a few
hours.

Thanks for bringing it up.

Now what?

I may be old -fashioned, Gary, but I
don't believe divorce is the object of

marriage.

Well, let be.

Can you tell me how to get to
Feathersville?

Feathersville?

Ain't never heard of it, but I'll look
it up in the map.

Now listen, Chet. No, you listen to me.

We're going to Feathersville. We're
going to find that Shady Nook motel and

a few questions. So what's the point?

Because I know Connie never stepped out
of line.

And I'm going to prove it to you.

Sorry, there ain't no Feathersville.

Of course there is.

Mister, our maps have every town in the
state of Connecticut, including the

unincorporated ones, and there's no
Feathersville. But there's got to be.

Hey, Charlie.

What's up, Pete? We are looking for the
Shady Nook Motel in Feathersville.

Feathersville? There's no such place.

No Shady Nook Motel.

Shady Glen.

Shady Pines.

Shady Rest.

No Nook.

Chet, do you realize what this means?

There isn't any. It's like Connie said,
she was just trying to teach me a

lesson. Nothing really happened.

I... told you Connie never stepped out
of line.

Oh, thanks, officer. Thanks, fellas.
Thanks a lot. I appreciate this. I

do. We're going right down that highway.

Where is Mrs. Stewart?

She's in the bedroom packing.

Mr. Craig, do you realize it's 2 a .m.?
If it's early enough for Mrs. Stewart to

telephone and say goodbye, it's early
enough for her to do the same in person.

Courtney! Now, spare the false modesty,
darling, and come along.

I found the most marvelous psychiatrist
for you. He's just done over his couch.

What are you doing here?

Your phone call to say goodbye was a
thinly -veiled plea to be rescued.

Oh, I don't want to be rescued.

I've made up my mind. I know exactly
what I'm doing.

Is that why you packed this?

You're not supposed to need it on a
honeymoon, I've been told. I did not

that. Nellie did.

I don't mind your kidding the Alaskan,
darling, but I won't have you kidding

yourself. Courtney, will you please
leave? Frank's coming any minute, and I

won't have you here when he arrives.

Constance, I am not going to let you do
this.

Listen to me. At the cost of abandoning
a principle I have clung to all my life,

will you marry me?

What? You belong here, in your own
world, with your own friends, with the

who love the things you do.

Your past is here, Constance.

And so is your future.

Oh, Courtney.

Well, I meant to move you, but not that
far.

Well, I'm not crying over you.

It's Gary.

I can't go away.

I'm still in love with him, and I guess
I always will be.

Oh, dear.

I know that he's crazy and unreliable
and childish, but I can't help it.

I love him.

Little Lug?

He's here.

Mr. McGraw? No, Mr. Stewart.

Gary? Which way is the back door?

There isn't any.

I'm about to ruin a perfect record. If
Gary catches you here, oh, Nellie.

But I had to get rid of him.

Gary. Well, now, don't fight with me,
Connie. I know it's late. But I saw your

lights on and I had to see you.

You said you were leaving tonight.

Well, that's right.

And Frank's going to be here any minute.
Well, Gary, I wouldn't want him to find

you here. I don't think he'd understand.

I know, Connie.

I didn't come here to make trouble.

But promise me one thing.

Promise you won't leave before I get a
chance to talk to you.

Well, uh...

What were you going to say, Gary?

Sorry, Mr. Stewart. Just dropped the
bag, that's all. Oh. Is everything all

right, Nellie? Yes, ma 'am. Well, then
you don't have to wait for me. You can

run along.

Gary.

What is it you want to talk to me about?

Oh, that's Frank.

Oh, Gary, he mustn't find you here.

You won't stall him. Get rid of him.
I'll hide him. Oh, in there.

Plane's all gassed and ready.

Very hot.

Constance, this time next month we'll be
moose hunting.

Oh. You all packed?

I think so.

I'll get your bags.

Oh, well, it's just that I'm not quite
finished.

What's that?

Oh, it's just Nellie straightening up.

Oh.

Constance, I think we ought to... Camp
Nellie?

No, Frank, no.

talk to you about something.

You see, I can't go away with you.

I've tried very hard, but it just won't
work out, and there are many reasons why

it won't work out.

They forgot to touch second.

Constance.

I know what you mean.

Like that saying, still waters run deep.

I'll be hitting the trail.

Frank, I'm sorry.

You mustn't go this way.

Summerview Arm.

Mr. Stewart's apartment.

Just a moment, please.

Hello? Gary, darling, I'd like to
explain...

I'll get it, Paul.

Yes, sir.

Hello?

Gary, darling.

I've been telling you, Mr. Stewart, it's
no dice.

For five days, she's given me the same
stall.

Look, Mr. Stewart, you can't move the
piano without taking the window out. And

can't take the window out without a
signed release from Mrs. Stewart.

It's her house now, you know.

Sure, she'll sign the release, but not
for me.

She says she'd be glad to sign it the
minute you present it personally.

Huh? You will?

Okay. Okay.

You win, lady.

He's coming right over.

Now I can go on with my career.

Nellie!

Will you cool this quickly for me? Yes,
ma 'am. Oh, on second thought...

And when the doorbell rings... And when
the doorbell rings,

I take the day off.

Yes.

ah

Ready, willing, enabled.

Hey,

what's happening

here?

Gary, please don't turn on the lights.

I have a little headache.

Oh.

Thank you for coming, Gary.

Didn't leave me much choice.

Here's the release.

Gary, please don't be angry with me, but
you haven't answered any of my calls,

and I just had to see you.

I'm not angry with you. Believe me,
that's all past.

All I want is my piano, so if you'll
sign this... Well, I will, but won't you

sit down for just half a minute?

Sorry, I've got to run, if you don't
mind.

But in a minute.

Dick Haynes' album of your new show came
out today, and I was just about to play

it.

Thanks, I've heard it.

Gary, do you realize what day this is?

Mm -hmm.

At midnight, the decree is final.

Unless... Unless nothing.

Look, Connie, if you're not going to
sign that paper, let me know, and I'll

start looking for another piano.

All right.

Won't you have a farewell glass of
champagne with me? What's there to drink

We had a lot more together than just the
end of it.

You know I've always hated closing
nights.

Gary, you wouldn't feel like that if you
didn't love me.

Loved you.

Past tense.

All right, then let's drink to the past
tense.

Okay, Connie.

Anyone but you.

Who kissed my lips would leave me cold.

How unexciting their kiss would be.

Anyone but you that these two arms

of mine might hold.

Hello? Shane Evans?

Let me speak to Miss Deborah Randolph,
please.

Hello, Debbie?

This is Gary. How are you, darling?

Wonderful. I've been waiting for your
call.

Well, I tried to call you earlier, but
the line was busy.

There's been a change in my plans. I
have to catch the midday plane to

Philadelphia and check that Crenshaw
Theater for the new opening.

And I don't think I can get back until
after dinner. Would you apologize to

parents for me?

Oh, I'm sure they won't mind.

But come as soon as you can. They're so
anxious to meet you.

And remember, black tie.

Yes, I remember, darling.

Was that a champagne cork at this time
of day?

Why, no, no, not at all. It was just a
car backfiring, that's all.

Where am I? Well, I'm at home, of
course. Anyone but you.

Who's singing?

Oh, you see, that's my... That's my
sister.

Yes, Phyllis.

How unexciting the...

Oh, I'm sure I must have mentioned my
sister to you. She flew in from Rome

morning.

What's that?

You'd like her to come to the party?

Well, she's flying out from Mexico City
right away.

She's a great traveler, you know.

How do you think of these things?

Do you think it was nice of you to call
from here under the circumstances?

Well, maybe not.

Here's mud.

No, thanks, Connie.

I've made for my plane.

Gary, isn't there anything I can say?

You can't believe Courtney and I...
Well, you know yourself there isn't any

Feathersville.

Feathersville is where you'll find it.

Anyway, thanks for the drink.

Information? What is the telephone
number of the Sherry Netherland Hotel?

Mr. Stewart, your guests are here. They
are?

Yes, sir.

Gary!

What goes on? Are you surprised?

Surprised? Why, I'm stunned.

Do I have it wrong? Wasn't the party
supposed to be at your hotel?

It's your sister.

My sister?

She made me keep it a secret, but right
after I spoke to you, she called.

Oh, no.

I'm dying to meet her.

She canceled her ticket to Mexico City
and charmed me into bringing our guests

here after dinner.

She said you love surprises.

Yes, and she's just the girl to pull
them, too.

Darling, would you give me a couple of
minutes to freshen up before I meet your

parents?

Hello, Gary. Hi, Chet.

Excuse me.

Isn't it wonderful?

Phyllis is back. She flew in from Rome
this morning. Have you seen her? Not

Nobody has. She's late, but she'll be
here any minute. I can hardly wait.

brace yourself.

It's Connie.

Connie? Connie.

And I can't explain it to Deborah.

We've got to head her off.

Gary, Chet.

Come along, you two.

My parents are waiting to meet you,
Gary.

They're waiting to meet our sister, too.

Debbie, uh... Yes?

Nothing. I'm just sorry I'm late.

This is Gary Stewart, my mother, my
father.

How do you do? How do you do? I look
forward to meeting you, Mr. Stewart.

you very much. Deborah's been telling me
your sister is an anthropologist.

She is?

Oh, yes. Yes, of course. She's a great
traveler, too, you know.

Uh, yes, madame?

I'm here to separate the men from the
boys.

Doctor and Mrs. Fenwick. Mrs. Fenwick?
You do. How are you, sir? Very well

indeed, thank you. And my cousin, Roger
Saunders.

How are you? I'm your sister's blind
date.

Debra seems to think that an assistant
college professor and a lady

anthropologist should make a wonderful
couple.

Gary, darling.

Phyllis. Darling.

Oh, and Chet.

I tell you, it simply gases me to see
you boys again.

Connie, I'm warning you.

Miss Stewart?

I'm Deborah Randolph. Hi, honey.

And this is my mother and my father.

Oh, honey, don't get up for me.

I'm so excited, it just simply gasses me
to see these boys again.

Chet, you look clied.

The thing been giving you any trouble
lately?

The thing?

Well, I guess it hasn't. You see, Chet's
always been bothered with his fasted

gallbladder.

Doesn't like to talk about it, though.

Oversensitive. That's always been Chet's
trouble.

Oh, Gary, you look swell. You look real
swell.

Did you keep your promise and lay off
the flit?

The flit?

Used to drink like a fish.

Liquor's always been the curse of the
stewards.

We never had to worry about Chet. He's
got a hollow leg.

Holds it like a tank.

Well, here we are. Just one big happy
family. I

always say that it's wonderful for
families to get together, don't you?

Yes, families are very important. You
bet.

And when it comes to families, Pop takes
the plaid rabbit.

Chet is from the first marriage.

And Gary is the second.

I'm from the fourth.

You see, Pop goofed on the third.

Why, honey, you haven't got a highball.

I don't drink, my dear.

Well, you should. It relaxes you, gets
rid of your inhibitions.

Chet! Bring Mrs. Randolph a beaker.

Before I dance, I always take a belt or
two.

Then it's go, girl, go.

Gary, you never told me your sister was
a dancer.

Well, what do you think of that? And me,
the sensation of the Riviera, with my

interpretation of the Zambezi puberty
ritual.

You're wrong. What?

It's the kind of a dance where they
separate the men from the boys.

Phyllis, Mr.

and Mrs. Randolph may not know you're
joking.

You think the Zambezi's a joke?

Well, I'll just have to do it for all of
you right now.

Oh, Phil, some other time.

All right, boys, get ready.

I came in my working clothes.

In looking through the latest books on
anthropology,

I notice certain tribes have much more
fun

than you or me.

I long for love, the jungle kind, the
kind

I'm getting now is too refined.

I want to go where they're still untamed
Where people in love are not

ashamed I hear the call of

Goodbye, Gary.

It figures.

Tell your wife it was one of her finest
performances.

You... you know?

She must love you very much.

My better self has lost.

All right, Connie, we've heard it.

You can stop now. Everybody's left.

That's all, boys. Just send me the bill.

Magnificent. Sensational.

Just let me tell you one thing.

See if he gets home, will you?

All right, Henry, that's all. You can
go.

Champagne for the dancing girls.

Thank you.

You aren't mad?

No.

I broke you up with Frank and you
wrecked me with Debbie. We're even.

Mud.

I'm glad you feel that way, Gary.

I only did it because I love you.

Well, I guess that makes me a pretty
lucky fellow tonight.

You mean it?

Watching you do that dance was quite an
experience for me.

Like Columbus discovering America.

Columbus took time to explore.

You didn't.

And I guess it's high time I started.

What time is it?

Oh, 25 of 12.

The decree is final at midnight.

Mm -hmm.

Don't you think it's getting a little
late?

Oh, don't be silly.

We've got all the time in the world.

Make yourself comfortable, darling.

A little champagne a while, then maybe a
bite of supper.

Later on, who knows?

The night is young.

Yes, the night is young.

I think you're running out of champagne.

Oh, I'll get it. Oh, no, no.

You stay here.

I'll get it.

Connie? Connie?

Connie?

Thank you, Nellie.

Good night, Mrs. Stewart.

Good night.

Connie!

Connie! Connie!

Connie! Connie!

Please go away.

Or I'll call the police.

Darling, I must talk to you.

Well, I... I never want to see you
again.

But, Connie, it's... It's almost
midnight.

Well, what difference does it make?

You're on your own.

Anyone but you Who kissed my lips

would leave them cold.

How unexciting there is. Connie, it's
nearly midnight.

Anyone but you that these two arms

of mine might hold would just be wasting
their

time.

I wish you'd say what you have to say
and then please leave.

What's the matter with you? I'm
freezing.

No wonder.

I'm running around town in practically
nothing but band -aids.

You get right into bed.

Go on.

I know I never could love anyone but
you.

Hello?

What are you doing calling here?

Why, Gary, honey, I was going to ask
your wife how the Zambezi turned out.

if you're there... Why, you devil
crossing.

Mr.

Stewart, you are absolutely right.

Lily is the most honest woman I ever did
meet up with.

Good night.

Who was that?

Spawn of the North.

Oh, what did he want?

Just to tell us that the men have been
separated from the boys.

Connie, about that song.

You know I wrote it for you.

It's yours.

Thank you, Gary.

You know, we're still married if we want
to be.

Do you want to be?

I love you, Connie.

Just one thing.

Was there really ever a...

Feathersville.

It's like you said.

Hmm?

Feathersville is where you find it.