All language subtitles for _Casanova.Brown.1944.720p.BluRay

Cas, darling.

Oh, Madge. Madge.

Darling,
what's the matter?

Madge.

What is it, sweetie?

Never let me out of
your sight again, please.

Darling, of course not.

And never, never, never
mention New York to me again

as long as I live.

Never. Never, never!

And in the third place,

I have just about reached
the end of my patience.

This happens
to be my home,

as little as a stranger
might suspect it,

and it is intolerable that I
should be continually called on

to defend myself against

an apparently endless series of
irresponsible and vulgar accusations.

And now,
I'm afraid I must ask you to leave.

But, Grandpa...

And if I hear
one more word

about that
blasted pig bank,

I'll be down those
stairs like a ton of brick

and flatten that
Meccano set of yours.

Did you hear that?

Why, Junior,
what's the matter?

He...

Oh, nothing, Aunt Madge.

Nothing, really.

Don't you think we ought to wait
for a more propitious moment?

If he's already angry...

He's always angry since
we put him on an allowance.

Come along.

Seems to me
if he's already upset...

You're not afraid
of him, are you?

Of course not.

You needn't be.

It's just bluff,
all that grizzly-bear stuff.

He really loves us
very much. All of us.

I do not.

May we come in?

No.

Cas wants to
talk to you, Dad.

Oh, hello, Cas.

Hiya, J.J.

Go on in.

Yes, but not you.
I know.

I'll be downstairs.

Don't look so solemn.
It's just a formality. That's all.

What a revolting female
she is, to be sure.

Sit down, Cas.

No, no, no.
Over here.

Yes. Now,
what can I do for you?

Well...

I've missed
our little talks.

They were bright
spots in my life,

but ever since you
came back from New York...

Yes, I know.

Well, it's quite
all right, Cas.

I, uh, I've not been
entirely blind to this

little deadfall
she's set for you.

But I've never lost confidence in you,
my boy.

You're much too intelligent,
much too shrewd,

to be taken in by
that dreary female.

Well, perhaps I better make
my position clear, J.J.,

before you say
anything else.

But of course, Cas.
By all means.

Well, you've known me, you've known
my family for a good many years.

Yes.

We've never been well-to-do,
or anything like that,

but we've always maintained
a certain respectability.

Proud but poor, I suppose
you might describe us.

Well, of course,
why not?

If the poor can get any satisfaction
out of being proud, why not?

It costs nothing.

As for my
financial situation,

my salary as
professor of literature

at the university
isn't munificent,

but it's adequate.

I believe my prospects
for promotion are good.

Well, that's splendid,
Cas, but I...

As for my character,

I believe
I behave reasonably.

I'm not overly
susceptible to girls.

So what? The point of this whole thing
seems to have eluded me somewhere.

Well, I'm simply trying to tell
you that I want to marry her.

Marry? Whom?

Marry Madge, of course.

Madge? Are you
out of your mind?

I am not.

But whatever
on earth for?

Because I love her,
of course.

Love Madge?
Oh, come now, Cas.

That's just
downright silly.

You must have some
better reason than that.

No young man in
his right mind would...

What is it? Her money?

Now, just a minute, J.J...

Because if it is, you might just
as well forget the whole matter.

I had precisely the same idea
25 years ago with her mother.

I haven't the slightest
interest in Madge's money.

My income is quite enough.

Oh, they've got it,
all right.

Scads of it.
Buckets of it.

By george, I've dreamed
about that dough.

Just to get my mitts into
that cash box for 10 minutes.

That's all I need.
Ten minutes.

But no,
they turned me down cold,

and I'll never
forgive them, Cas. Never.

You know what I think?

I think you got exactly
what you deserved.

For being a shameless,
unmitigated scoundrel.

I suppose so.

But it was a bitter
disappointment just the same.

Mrs. Ferris has already been kind
enough to give her approval...

Then I used to dream
about outliving her.

Just sit it out,
as it were.

Well,
along came Madge and then her sister

and now that
odious child.

It's no use, Cas.
I tell you, they're eternal. All of them.

They'll still be here,
squatting on that gold

when you and I
are dust in our graves.

Listen, J.J.

Yes or no?
Just for the record.

No.

My conscience would never
give me a moment's peace

if I allowed myself
to be a party to

any such
feminine skullduggery.

I like you much too much to
see you sharing my fate.

Trapped in
this duck press,

remembered only for
such sociological purposes

as may be necessary,
and no dough out of it, either!

Great Scott!

Don't any of these
tightwads around here

ever give this
poor child a quarter?

What's the matter?
Why don't you go on with it?

Mrs. Ferris wants it here.

Oh, no, darling,
not at all.

It belongs over there,
of course.

But I...
I don't think so, Mother, really.

Over there would
be much better, I'm sure.

Come on.

We'll move it
back later.

Where's the sucker?

Oh, John. I do wish you wouldn't
refer to him in that way.

Supposing someone heard.
What would they think?

Where's the sucker?

He's at home,
I suppose.

Rehearsal isn't until 12:00.
He'll be here.

Who is it?

Hiya, Pop.

Hey, you still got time to crush
out of this booby-trap, you know.

There's a fast train leaving
out of here for Chicago, 1:00.

You can be across the border
and into Canada.

No use,
J.J. This is the day before my wedding.

And I refuse
to be demoralized

by a cold-blooded,
old sinner like you

so whatever you got to say,
you're just wasting your breath.

They cut my allowance
again today.

Down to $25.

Good.

The shape of things
to come, my boy.

Oh, rot.
Where else could you get $25 a week

just by sitting around
developing stomach ulcers?

Great Scott, man!

On the honeymoon,
before she called those lawyers in on me,

I frequently paid as much for a
copy of The Saturday Evening Post.

Come in.

Good morning, Mr. Ferris.
Good morning.

Isn't he the happy one,
though?

Yes, under a democracy,
Mrs. Smith,

every individual enjoys
the right and privilege

of being as much of
an imbecile as he pleases.

Thank goodness for that,
Mr. Ferris.

It's a wonderful government
we have here in America

and that's the truth.

Yes. Just ads,
it looks like.

My blue suit, remember.

Be back tonight.

See you in church.

Yes.

Thunderation!

Now this is going
just a bit too far.

What is?

Are you planning
already to have a family?

Would you object to minding your own
business for just a few minutes?

This is my business!

How many grandchildren he
has is every man's business.

And if you're negotiating already
with a maternity hospital...

What?

Let's see that.

Some men say they can't have
too many grandchildren.

But I'm one that can.

Don't you know an ad
when you see one?

Ad?

They've got a nerve.

Soliciting a man's business
before he's even married.

Sounds unethical to me.

"Dear Mr. Brown..."

Well, this is rather a sinister
method of solicitation.

"Dear Mr. Brown,

"a matter of
personal importance

"and one which I would rather not be
obliged to take up in correspondence,

"unless you prefer it."

I... I was involved in a little
blackmail accident at one time.

Letter sounded
exactly like this.

"I suggest that at your
earliest convenience,

"certainly not later
than the end of the week,

"you call up the hospital
and consult with me.

"Cordially yours,
Martha Zernerke, M.D."

Let me see that.

Have you been in or
around Chicago recently?

No.

Not...

Not Chicago.

Now, will you get ready, please?
Everybody.

That's right.

Never mind that now.

Even if it was a mistake,
how did they get your address?

I don't know
anything about it.

You didn't write to them,
asking prices or anything like that?

No, of course not.

They're waiting for you,
Mr. Ferris.

Who?
Madge and Mrs. Ferris, out front.

Not for me.
My nose is perfectly clean.

I told them
from the beginning...

Go, will you,
and find out what they want.

Very well,

but they're not going to
suck me in on this clambake.

No, indeed.

Now look, Cas.

Don't you think you're
taking this too seriously?

At the real ceremony,
okay.

But today,
what is it?

Just
testing the gallows.

Fill up the gap.
Fill up the gap.

Now, keep in step.

Splendid. Splendid.

Keep in step.

Do you know
anything about

the Ellen Harris Maternity
Hospital in Chicago?

Please, Father.

Don't rush, bride.
Keep in step.

Straighten up, groom.
Mustn't sag.

Snap it up, will you.

Fill up the gap. Come along, Madge.
No, no, not too fast.

Well, I think everything is about ready,
Doctor.

Splendid. Splendid.

Now, may we have
it quiet, please?

What about the "Q"?

"Q?"

Yes,
if it was a mistake,

how'd they get
your middle initial?

Father.
What?

Rehearsal.

But nobody was
saying anything.

Is he all right?

I heard that.

Quiet, please.
Please.

Someday somebody's going to
say that just once too often.

John, dear.

Cas, what is it?

I'm sorry,
I don't feel very well.

Cas, darling, I...
No, please.

Excuse me
for a few minutes.

Suppose somebody asked you
if you were out of your mind.

How would you feel?

And how would you
prove you weren't?

Cas.

Jumping Jupiter!
Where's the light?

I'm sorry.
I didn't know it was getting so late.

Well,
that's quite all right.

Listen, Cas,
if that letter's a mistake,

we're in a very pretty position to
knock off a little quick dough.

They can't run around scaring
the pants off young bridegrooms

with letters like that.

Suppose Madge had got a hold of it?
Now, my idea is this.

The first thing
tomorrow morning,

I'll nip down to the public library
and get a hold of a law book,

just to see what kind of
charges we can slap on them.

And then I'll pop up to Chicago and
drop in on this female sawbones.

Of course,
I don't think it'd be quite smart

to tell her outright
that I'm a lawyer.

Something might
snap back at me.

But if I lay it on the line with
a certain legal air. You know?

Why not?

Because it may
not be a mistake.

But, of course it...

What did you say?

I said
it may not be a mistake.

What...
What gives, Cas?

I don't know.
I can't find out.

I tried to call her on
the phone long distance,

but the number's been
temporarily disconnected.

Called whom?

I just don't know what to do.

Now, if I may suggest,

if you fail to
touch a base somewhere,

I'm not without a measure
of experience along

certain lines.

No, no, no,
nothing like that.

It's worse.

Huh?

J.J.?

Yes?

I am in a very...

A very strange situation.

Yes, I should judge so.

Perhaps a very
serious situation.

Oh, I hope not.

Now, listen.

Can I trust you to keep your
mouth shut about this thing?

At least just
for the present?

Well, of course, Cas.

Trouble is, I don't know.
I just can't be sure.

Yes, yes.

I mean, why Chicago?

I don't know. Why?

If it had been New York...

Yes?

But Chicago.

If you don't mind
my saying so, Cas.

I don't seem to have anything
to keep my mouth shut on.

Well, look,

last year I wrote a book about
that scandalous ancestor of mine

called Casanova in Spain.

I wrote it because I wanted
to prove to the world

that I had something to look forward
to beside a schoolteacher's future.

Well, Cas, don't you
think that we can skip

the high-minded
aspects of this situation

and get strictly
down to the nubbin?

Well, so I...

I took the manuscript
to New York.

And while I was there
I met a girl.

Well, now we're
getting somewhere.

Isabel.

Isabel, eh?

What was she like?

Well,
have you ever seen the sun come up at dawn?

I have. It nauseated me.

I liked the way she walked,

the way she held her head

and her eyes...

Her eyes were like burned,
charred embers in a field of snow.

Big face, eh?

Little girl,
almost childlike.

We met...

Well, what
was the score at this point?

Well, I took her back to
school one night in a taxi.

Thunderation,
is this a schoolgirl?

No, college. Barnard.

Mmm.

She didn't want to get out,

so we drove on
into the country.

Yeah?

On and on.

Then almost before
we realized it...

And so, by the authority
vested in me

by the laws of the state,

I pronounce you, Casanova,
and you, Isabel, man and wife.

Kiss the bride.

No, kiss her good.

How did you meet him?
Who introduced you?

Nobody. We just met

at the library.

We asked for the same
book at the same time

and then we got to talking.

Talking.

Uh, what does he do?

He's an author, Dad.

Like Mr. Louis Bromfield?

Oh, well, not exactly.

See, they didn't
accept Cas's book.

Oh, but it's wonderful,
Mother.

All about his ancestor,
Casanova.

Casanova?

Is this an Italian fellow?

A historical character,
Father.

Rather fast.

Oh.

But, Mother,
he's nothing like that, believe me.

Oh, he's kind
and he's gentle.

What good is all this?

Just meeting him and talking to
him will tell you everything.

Why I fell in love with him.
Why I married him.

Wait, just a minute,
I'll get him.

No.

Not yet.

At moments like this
when the way is not clear,

let us not forget
that there is one place

where we can
always find the answer.

In the stars.

Oh, Mother!

You're not going to
drag that stuff in again.

Oh, Dad.

Now, now, now, dear.
Mother knows best.

And the stars
know better still.

Mr. Brown?

Yes?

Would you be good enough
to tell me your birthday?

Why,
April the 8th, 1907.

Thank you, sir.

You wouldn't remember the exact hour,
I suppose, sir?

No, I'm sorry.
Thank you, sir.

Say...
Yes, sir?

Have you an ashtray?

No, sir. I'm sorry.
There aren't any.

Mrs. Drury doesn't
approve of smoking.

Oh.

April the 8th.
Here we are.

Oh, dear!

Oh, dear, dear, dear!

Oh...

Oh, you poor child.

Oh, you poor, poor, child.

Oh.

Oh, dear.

Well, there's
nothing to be gained

by keeping
these facts from him.

Invite him in, dear.

Cas, dear.

Are they sore?

No, but just be
careful, will you?

Of what, dear?

Everything. I can't explain now,
but just be very careful.

Will you?

Well, I'll try,
of course...

All right, Cas,
please do.

Mother, I want
you to meet...

We apologize, Mr. Brown.

But I know you'll appreciate our
agitation under the circumstances.

Of course,
Mrs. Drury, and I...

This is Mr. Drury.

How do you do, sir?
How do you do?

And when I tell you how distressed I am,
I do so want you to understand

that there's nothing
personal about it.

Well, I hope not,
naturally...

Mr. Brown,
this whole project is fraught with disaster.

I beg your pardon?

But let us not waste time
in idle speculation.

Let us go straight to
the stars for our facts.

I hold in my hands the Word.

Won't you sit down,
Mr. Casanova?

Do.

Thank you.

Do you realize, Mr. Brown,

where Sagittarius was
on the day of this marriage?

No, I'm afraid, I don't.

I meant, Brown.

On September 3rd,

Sagittarius was in the fifth
solar house of Neptune.

Oh, really?

I don't suppose that
had ever occurred to you.

No, I can't
say that it had.

But...
Please.

Allow me to continue.

On that same day...

Listen closely.

Capricorn was adverse,
Virgo was discordant,

Scorpio was retrograde,
and Taurus,

due to the Uranus-Gemini
trine,

Taurus was in sextile
aspect of Venus.

In short, catastrophe.

But that's...
That's astrology.

Of course. How else would we
know how to govern our lives?

Do you smoke?

No, no thank you.

Oh, no, no.
That, sample someone handed me.

If there's anything
I object to,

it's a young man who's allowed himself
to fall victim to the cigarette.

Oh, absolutely, so do I.

Or a liar.

To me,
a liar is even lower than a cigarette fiend.

There's no question
about that at all.

Well, now, let us
turn to your birthday.

Excuse me, Mrs. Drury.

Yes?

Do you mean that
you would base

your approval or disapproval of your
daughter's marriage on that nonsense?

Nonsense, Mr. Brown?

Couldn't possibly
have picked a worse word.

You don't believe
in astrology, I take it?

No, I don't believe
in astrology,

I don't believe
in crystal gazing,

and I don't believe
in beer suds reading.

And I must say
that if I did,

I would hesitate to impose that
belief on the lives of two people

who love each other.

What Cas means,
Mother, is...

Even though the marriage of those
two people spelled calamity?

What kind of calamity?

There's no likelihood of any kind of
calamity rising out of this marriage,

Capricorn or no Capricorn.

I say, Mr. Brown,
but are you on fire?

What?

Seems to be burning
something in his pocket.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Can't understand it.
Handkerchief catching on fire.

Oh, careful, dear.

Hmm.

Lots of things.

All sorts of things.

I'll just... There.

Please understand, Mrs. Drury,
I didn't mean to seem dogmatic.

Coat's on fire, too.

Well, how do
you like... Hey!

Must have burned
right on through.

Oh, is it ruined?

Funniest thing
I ever heard of.

Burned right on
through the pocket.

Oh, I can
fix it, I'm sure.

No, no. I'll just...

I'll just...

Well, what I meant,
Mrs. Drury,

is that it is
rank superstition to assume

that any chance juxtaposition
of stars could...

Well, I must say...
Charles!

This is the most
embarrassing thing.

Some water. Charles!

Charles! Charles! Charles!

Coming, sir.

Here,
take this thing away.

Oh, good gracious!
Careful, now.

Better run,
but don't fall.

I'm sorry. I'm very
sorry. Really.

Charles!

Charles?

Let me.

Charles? Charles?

Is he dead?

Impossible.

His horoscope doesn't indicate
death for 10 years yet.

Get me some water.
Water?

Yes, that's right.
Water. Water.

Water. Water.

Water! Water! Water!

What are you
doing that for?

It got down
into the stuffing.

What has?
The fire.

What did you have in your pocket,
Roman candles?

I don't know.
I can't understand it.

Water, please!

Oh, he didn't
mean to do it.

I know
he didn't mean to.

Call the fire department.

Fire department!

No, Father, no!
Telephone them.

Oh, yes, telephone
the fire department.

Telephone.

Fire department. Telephone.

Just a minute!
Dash it all,

at this rate you'll have
the whole blasted house down.

Watch out!

Look out!

You're just a horror,
Mr. Casanova.

That's what you are.

I mean, Mr. Brown.

What's going on in here?

Help! Help!

Somebody do something.
Oh, this is ridiculous.

Help! Help!

All I did, Mr. Drury,
was put a little piece of cigarette butt,

all squeezed out,
in my right-hand overcoat pocket.

It was no longer
than this, I tell you,

when I squeezed it
in my handkerchief.

Don't you come near me!

Stop.

Stop.

Mr. Drury, Mrs. Drury,
I find myself

in an extremely
awkward position.

You certainly do,
if I'm any judge of awkward positions.

I know I...

I know I owe you both a real,
genuine, sincere apology.

That's good.
That's very good.

He burns down a $750,000 house
and he apologizes.

That's very good indeed.

Get away from here.
But, Mr. Drury...

Get away and stay away.
Isabel, come away from that infidel.

Look, Mrs. Drury...
Don't you come near me.

I would as soon associate
with a time bomb.

But, Mrs. Drury,
it's a terrible thing, I know,

but don't you
understand an accident.

One little bit of cigarette.

Accident?
You call it an accident

with Sagittarius in the fifth
solar house of Neptune?

Sagittarius, my eye!
That's downright idiotic.

Cas, please.

Let the infidel
continue, Isabel.

Listen, Mrs. Drury.

It's all right with me if you
want to interpret your life

through fingernail parings,
but that's got nothing to do with me.

Or with me and Isabel.
Let's get that straight here and now.

You leave Isabel out of your calculations,
Mr. Brown.

This is the end of that.
Mother, stop it.

I will not see her fly twice in
the face of astral warnings.

Astral warnings?
What is this, the 13th century?

What have I married into,
voodoo worshipers?

Cas, you can't talk
to my mother like that.

Well, then tell her to
shut up about those stars.

With Sagittarius in...
Listen,

you ignorant,
old crackpot.

I burned that house
down, not Sagittarius.

Oh, Cas,
I won't have this.

Sagittarius had nothing to do with it.
It was me.

I burned that house
down personally.

Oh, Mother,
what shall I do?

Sagittarius didn't even
know anything about it.

If I had a gun...

Would you like mine,
sir?

What? Oh...

Well, point it at him.

Now, will you go?

You bet. Isabel?
Never.

You coming?
Shoot him.

Shoot him?
You coming, Isabel?

Shoot him straight
through the heart.

Very well. When you
make up your mind,

you'll find me
at the hotel.

Shoot him, I tell you,
before he gets too far.

I can't, sir.
It isn't loaded.

And that's all.

That was the end.

Yes.

In other words,
correct me if I err,

the ceremony
tomorrow night

will have a slight
odor of bigamy about it.

No, no. They got it
annulled last December.

She hadn't her
parents' consent.

There's a legal notice
here somewhere.

The reason I never said
anything was because...

Well, it all happened
so fast that,

well, I never had a chance to
break the engagement with Madge.

Well,
this is what we call a very droll situation.

Fatherhood on
the wedding eve.

And yet,

is it?

Isn't it?

Let's sit down and discuss
this again more calmly.

Yes.

In the first place,
Isabel's home is in New York.

Was in New York.

They could rebuild,
couldn't they?

So why Chicago?

They've got plenty
of hospitals in New York.

Lots of them.

Why would a New York girl have
to go to Chicago to have a baby?

Second,
why this air of mystery?

If Isabel's going to have a baby,
there's no reason on earth

why they shouldn't just write
and say so in so many words.

They wouldn't have to hint and
wink and stall around like this.

And in the third place,

actually, there's nothing said
about a baby in this letter.

It's not even an intimation.
Read it again.

That's right.

So the truth
of the matter is

we've been working ourselves
into a fever over nothing.

This is exactly what I said
it was in the first place,

an advertising letter,
cunningly worded to arouse the curiosity.

What they call a "teaser."

In a few days,
I'll be getting the follow-up,

describing the accommodations
and quoting prices.

And that will
be the end of it.

You believe that?

Don't you?

No.

Neither do I.

Well, so far,
they haven't called the constabulary in.

What are you
going to do about it?

Go to Chicago.

Are you nuts?

I can catch the midnight,

be there tomorrow morning
and fly back in the afternoon.

But this is a chump idea,
nobody has anything on you.

I've got to find out about this thing,
and if it's true,

I'm going to make a clean breast
of the whole thing to Madge.

I don't want any secret
like that between us.

And if there's
some mistake, well...

Now, look, will you
promise me one thing?

What is it?
Don't go crashing in there yelling,

"I'm the papa."

You understand?
I'm not.

Chicago's a big city.
A lot of activity.

And if there's been
a misdeal somewhere,

you don't want to be left
holding the spare card, do you?

I understand.
Yes.

From the moment you step into that hospital,
walk on eggs.

No matter what anybody says,
"No speak the English."

You weren't even
there that night.

You were in the
YMCA in Cleveland.

I know.
Yes.

And above all things,
don't sign anything.

- I won't.
- Board!

Well, good luck.

Wasn't that Cas Brown?

Where?
On that train.

Impossible.

Are you crazy?

I know Cas Brown
when I see him.

I am far from pleased, madam,
with this constant harping

on the question of my sanity.

My name is Brown.

Oh, you want
Miss Petherbridge.

Thank you.

Miss Petherbridge?

My name is Brown.

Oh, you want
Miss Gillespie.

Miss Gillespie?
Yes?

My name is Brown.
Oh, you want Miss Crampton.

She'll be back
in just a moment.

Excuse me.

You want
Miss Phillips.

Did you
want something?

My name is Brown.

You wait right in there,
and we'll call you just as soon as we hear.

I'm looking for
Dr. Martha Zernerke.

I know. I know.
You just wait in there,

and we'll notify you
the minute there's any news.

And don't worry,
she's getting along splendidly.

Everything is going to
be perfectly all right.

This is a maternity
hospital, brother.

If they had nine watches, they wouldn't
tell a father what time it was.

So you might as well
do what she says.

This your first?

Yes.

How long you
been married?

Oh, I'm not married.

Mr. Brown?

Will you come with me,
please?

Non-union.
Yeah.

You go with him.

I wanted to see Dr. Zernerke,
you understand.

Yes, I understand,
just go with him.

Thank you.

609.

611.

613. Here we are.

All right,
get your clothes off.

Hey...

Here put this on.

Hey, just a minute!

There must be
some mistake.

I came here to see
Dr. Martha Zernerke.

I know it.
Get your clothes off.

Now, look...
Get on here and lie down.

Hadn't you better call
the office about this?

What for?

You're 613, ain't you?

Well, I suppose
so, but...

Well, hop on, mister,
we're late now.

You're just nervous,
that's all.

What are they
going to do to me?

That's a medical secret.

She's doing nicely,
and the baby's a fine boy.

Oh, thanks.
Golly, thanks.

Wait until Ripley
hears about this.

Ninety-nine,
ninety-nine, ninety...

Ninety-nine, ninety-nine,
ninety-nine.

This is a maternity
hospital, isn't it?

Oh, exclusively.

Any tuberculosis
in your family?

No.

Fits?

No.

Insanity?

No, not yet.

That's all. You can
put your coat on now.

Nothing else?

What's the matter?
Haven't you had enough?

Just routine, huh?

We always keep a
complete medical record.

Any particular reason?

Just reference.
Future reference.

Just reference?
That's all?

That's all and
thank you very much.

You're in excellent
physical condition.

Well, that's great, gee.
That takes a big load off my mind, too.

You have
nothing to fear.

Well, I...

Mr. Brown, isn't it?
Yes.

I'm Dr. Zernerke.

Oh, how do you do, Doctor?

Mr. Brown's report.

Oh.

Mmm-hmm.

Very good.

Very good, indeed.

Excellent, Mr. Brown.

Oh, I'm glad
you like it.

When is the wedding?
Wedding tonight.

Oh, yes, I'm catching
the 3:00 plane back.

You mean,
you knew about my getting married?

Well, naturally.

I see. Oh, I see.

Oh, well,
that's what you meant by future reference.

We like to have it on file,
you know, just in case.

Oh, of course. Well, that's a great idea.
Very practical.

And if anything happens you've
already got all the information.

Exactly.

Well, that's wonderful.
I approve of that 100%.

And if there's
anything else, Doctor,

please don't
hesitate to call me.

Why, of course.

Any time,
the day or night.

Well,
I hardly know what else there could be.

And you, too, Miss Clark.
Just any time at all.

You really don't know how happy
I am about this whole thing.

But don't you want to
take a look at the baby?

Baby?

Oh, you must.
She's such a little love.

Come along.

Even the nurses have fallen
in love with her, she's so cute.

And healthy.

You ought to see the way
she goes for her dinner.

You wait here.

Yours?

Yeah.

Like her?

Oh, she's fine.

But, say, how do
you say she compares

with... with... with others
of her age and weight?

Oh, perfectly normal.

Oh, just normal, huh?

A bit better, perhaps.

Well, I know this
sounds rather foolish,

but she has
all of her arms and legs

and fingers and toes,
I suppose?

Nothing missing, I mean.

A full set.

The customary
number and variety.

Isn't that wonderful?

Wonderful, but not
particularly astonishing.

Have you seen her mother?

Who?

Her mother.

Miss Drury.

Oh, is she here, too?

Well, she has been,
oddly enough.

She's leaving either
today or tomorrow.

Shall I see
if she's still here?

Please.

623, please.

Hello, Miss Drury.

Mr. Brown is here.

Yes, all right.
I'll tell him.

She says will you come
down to the solarium.

It's the first corridor
and then to the right.

Didn't it strike you...

I don't say this just
because she's my child, either.

But didn't it strike you that her head
seemed to be a little bit better shaped

than is usual at
such an early age?

Oh, there's no
question about it.

And it'll be a very lucky
family that gets that child.

Which way?
First corridor to the right.

Thank you.

I beg your pardon.

Yes?

What did you mean by the
family that gets that child?

I mean the family
that gets it for adoption.

Adoption?
What adoption?

Why, I thought
you understood.

Miss Drury has registered
the child for adoption.

That's why we needed
your medical record.

Who had that fool idea?

Well, I'd hardly describe it
as a fool idea.

Our adoption society has
accomplished a great deal of good

by providing
comfortable homes.

You mean to tell me you're peddling
my daughter around to some lazy idiot

who hasn't got a family?

Miss Drury's title to the
child is clear and legal.

We've already
checked into that.

Well, what about the father?
What's he supposed to do?

Just stand around and
dig his toe in the ground?

Really, Mr. Brown, these are matters
you must take up with Miss Drury.

If you'll excuse me.

Certainly.

Thank you.

Gee, you look good.

Thank you, Cas.

You're looking
quite well yourself.

You're all right?

Well, yes.

No complications?

No, isn't it wonderful?

I was so scared.
I suppose everybody is for the first one.

But everything went right
along according to schedule.

Knock on wood.

I'm so glad.

Did you see the baby?

Did I?

Oh.

Yes.

I'm awfully sorry to
bother you with all this,

but if it hadn't been for all
that silly red tape, I...

Say, what's the idea
of giving my baby away?

Your baby?

Isn't it?

Technically, yes.

All right, then. What's the idea
of giving my technical baby away?

If you're going to
raise your voice, Cas,

I'm afraid I'll have
to go back to my room.

I'm not raising my voice.
I just want to know what's the idea.

If you're going to shout...

I'm not shouting, I...

I'm sorry.

I'm excited,
that's all.

But what is the idea?

I'm afraid you forget, Cas, that I'm
under no obligation to account to you.

That's over.

What I choose to do
with my baby is my own affair.

Not yours.

Well,
that's a fine attitude.

However,

suppose you were
getting married again.

Suppose this marriage
meant the chance of a lifetime

for complete and
wonderful happiness.

What are you
talking about?

Suppose this man
idolized you,

even as you loved him,

actually looked upon
you with reverence.

Ahead lay the promise of
perfect bliss and peace.

Would you take the chance of
destroying this whole future

by suddenly presenting to him
another man's child?

Great Scott,
are you planning to get married again?

I said "suppose."

That's ridiculous.
You can't marry anybody.

And why can't I?

Because you're a mother.

Well,
that's not stopping you.

What are you talking about?
I'm not a mother.

You're a father and you're
getting married again.

Who told you that?

I read it in the paper.

What paper?

The Rossmore paper.
That's what paper.

How did you get a hold
of a Rossmore paper?

What difference does it make?

It's true, isn't it?

Yes, but I...

I know all about it.

You're getting
married tonight.

But that's different.
Oh, is it?

Then how would you like to
go to Madge tonight and say,

"Look, darling,
I've got a little surprise for you."

And then flash your baby?

Well, of course...

All right, that's
the way it is with me.

You don't want your happiness spoiled,
neither do I.

You just can't do it,
that's all.

You just can't throw
that baby away.

And you can't marry that
creep you've dug up.

She'll be happy, Cas.

Happy,
with utter strangers?

Oh, well, everybody's
a stranger to a newborn baby.

Don't you understand?
She doesn't know anybody.

She knows us, all right.

That's absurd.

Why didn't you
write to me?

Why didn't you
write to me?

You knew I loved you.

You knew that there was no
one else in the world for me.

No matter how nutty
your mother was.

How was I to know,
after the way you left?

That fire was an accident,
darling, believe me.

I waited and waited.

Nothing, not a word.

I waited until...

Till it seemed foolish
to wait any longer.

So far as I could see,
you'd just forgotten.

Forgotten?
I've never forgotten.

Don't, Cas, please.

It's true, darling.

You've never left my
thoughts for one single day.

I tried to drive you out,
again and again and again,

but I couldn't do it.

I can't forget you.

Please, Cas,
you're in love with someone else.

Me? Who?

You're engaged
to be married.

That's right,
by george.

Holy mackerel!

Why did you wait so long?

Look, Isabel,
before I get out of here,

you've got to do something
about that baby.

Excuse me.

2:00, Isabel.

Wait just a minute.
Please.

If you don't mind.

What will I do?
He still loves me.

He still smokes, too.

Did you see Miss Drury?

Yes, I did, thanks.

That's good,
I'm glad.

I'll tell you
a little secret

that ought to make you
feel a lot better.

The couple that's coming over to look
at the child are quite well-to-do.

She'll have literally
every care and comfort.

Oh.

They're coming
to look her over.

Well, they want to
see her, of course.

What will they do if they don't like her,
throw her back?

They'll like her,
all right.

I can promise you that.

She's a beautiful child.

Oh.

What's he gonna do?

Taking him away from here.
Taking him home.

Excuse me, please.
Excuse me, I got to go.

Please, Doc.

No, no.

Will you have her
back soon, Doctor?

Oh, yes. The mother is going
to get a hydropolytechtomy.

That's too bad.

It's not unusual
in septivenous cases.

Hygienic son of
a gun, isn't he?

In other words, you never
had the slightest intention

of releasing the child
for adoption?

No, I'm afraid not.

You see,
I simply couldn't go to him directly.

I understand,
Miss Drury.

But I can hardly
pretend to approve.

Changes of heart often happen,
that's only to be expected.

But the deliberate
use of the society

in a scheme to inveigle
the father's interest...

But I just had to know.

Don't you see?

Well, it's done now.

I don't suppose it's
caused any actual harm.

Let's hope for the baby's sake
that it hasn't been in vain.

Thank you so much.

As a matter of fact, don't you think it
might make a very appealing picture,

if you were to walk out to him
with the baby in your arms.

Homework, I suppose.

I hope she's awake.

I'll go and get her.

Hello? Yes?

Chicago?
Yes, he's here.

Chicago calling you.

Oh.

Hello?

Yes, speaking.

Who?

Oh, Cas.
Well, how are you, my boy?

J.J., listen.

I find myself in an
extremely awkward position.

Uh-huh.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, well, well.

I can see that you are not
exaggerating your quandary.

Well, how do
you like that?

No kidding! Well,
then what did she do?

Listen.
Now, what I want you to do is this, J.J.

Yes?

Well,
of course, my boy.

Leave it entirely to me and rest
assured that I'll handle it

with all the tact and delicacy
of a crooked diplomat.

Goodbye.

Oh, and my love
to the little one.

That was Cas.

Well?

Huh?

Oh, he says
he can't make it tonight.

Can't make it?

No, he...

Tied up.
He ran into an old friend.

Two, in fact.

One old and one new.

What do you say we all
catch a movie tonight?

Mr. Brown?

Come in.

What's the matter?

I don't know.
I wish I did.

Did something happen?

Well,
at 3:00 this morning,

she belched.

Well, that's fine,
isn't it, for babies?

Under the circumstances,
I'm not so sure.

Anyway,
I took her up and weighed her.

She gained an ounce and a
fraction since the 10:00 feeding.

No kidding!

And then she threw up.

Oh, well, that
was it, then. Too full.

No, wait a minute.

After she threw up,
I weighed her again.

She still had that
ounce and a fraction.

Can you beat it?

Monica,
there's only one explanation to such growth.

What's that?

Glands.

Already?

If her thyroids backfiring,
anything can happen.

Too much of that juice
and you're a giant.

Not enough
and you're a midget.

Maybe it's the other
way around.

One or the other.

Look, Mr. Brown,
if you're really so worried,

why don't you
call in a doctor?

No, no. Not yet.

If it gets any worse,

if she really begins to
spread out in a big way,

then I'll do
something about it.

Meanwhile,
I'm gonna watch it very closely.

For one thing, instead of just
weighing her five times a day,

I think I'd better
check it every hour.

What about the formula?

I don't know what
we can do about it.

We can't get it without
them finding out where I am

and I can't have that.

Anyway, I got some new stuff yesterday,
Pablum Wablum.

It's kind to baby's stomach,
it says on the box.

Will you want me?

If you can arrange it,
I'll be scrubbed up in about an hour.

I'll be back.

Don't you worry, my darling.

No matter what happens,
I don't care how big you get.

Daddy's always
gonna be with you,

and Daddy's always
going to love you.

Hotel Windsor.

What about
the goat milk?

I'm still trying.

Goat?
Goat milk.

Oh, you can't do that, you know.
Do what?

It's strictly against
the rules, goats.

I don't want a goat.

Ruin a hotel, absolutely.

I have no intention
of getting a goat.

You have no idea how
they smell up a place.

Eat the silk,
butt old people around.

Oh, I couldn't
possibly let you do that.

All right,
I'll forget it.

Then you'll be a lot better off, believe me.
Thanks.

Oh, why don't you get yourself
some goldfish, no trouble at all,

and they die overnight.

All quiet?

Still sleeping.

You didn't go near her,
did you, Frank?

No,
I chased a fly past her,

but I breathed
through my nose.

Germs, you know.
Yeah.

No matter how clean we think we are,
we all carry germs.

Yeah, I know.
Every week I read about it

in the Sunday
magazine section.

Scratch all night.

What'd he say
about the scales?

Absolutely accurate,

I watched when
he tested them.

I simply can't
understand it.

She looks all right,
don't you think?

She looks just
wonderful to me.

What's the matter,
is something wrong?

She gained a pound.

Is that bad?

A pound in one week?

Do you realize
that's 52 pounds a year?

Well, I like big women.

But not that big.

At that rate, she'll be about
12 feet high and 4 feet square.

It's the formula.
We still haven't hit it, Monica.

We've got to find something
a little bit weaker.

We've got to
slow her down.

You feed her much?

No, only when she cries.

What about
the one on Page 16?

Oh, that one
was dynamite,

you can see her
grow with that one.

Why don't you...
Why don't you put a little gin in it?

Gin?

Well, that's the way
they say they make jockeys,

put a little gin
in their Wheaties.

Monica, suppose you
try the hospital?

Which one?

The Ellen Harris Hospital,
where she was born.

But don't
tell them that.

Why?
Don't they know it?

Never mind why,
don't tell them anything.

Operator,
get me State 4567.

What'll I ask?

Ask for Dr. Zernerke,
Martha Zernerke.

And ask her what the dickens
you feed a 4-weeks-old baby.

Ellen Harris Hospital?
Dr. Zernerke, please.

Answer no questions,
understand?

Yes, sir.

Dr. Zernerke?
What do you feed a 4-weeks-old baby?

I'm sorry,
but I couldn't possibly prescribe

a formula for a baby
I didn't know.

Especially over
the phone.

Who is this speaking?

Hello? Hello?

I'm sorry.

Well, I must say,
he's the most peculiar young man.

As you know,
these reports on the baby's health

have been coming in at the
rate of two or three a day.

And if they're to be believed,
you have no serious reason

for concern on that score.

May I see those?

Certainly.

Oh, he won't let anything
happen to her, I know that.

But I want my baby.

Of course you do.

And I want to kill him.

You really think we
need to go that far?

Well, we can certainly
put him in jail, can't we?

That goes quite
without saying.

The only question
remaining is for how long?

Forever.

Jail forever. Check.

All ready, Mr. Brown.

Nipples?

Pablum Wablum?

Which one do you think you'll use?

Well, let's see,

Tuesday we used the one on Page 16,
with the barley sugar,

but I don't think
she cared for that.

She kept it.

Well, then we switched to
18 with the sugar and milk.

Then we took a shot
at 22, with Vitro.

What I think we better do today
is combine he whole business

on a base of Pablum Wablum
and lace it with milk.

Here.

Thanks.

We're bound to hit it
sooner or later, you know.

Who is it?

It's me, Mr. Brown,
Frank.

Oh, come in.

I got it.

Got what?

The formula,
what Monica said you was after.

Did you tell...

No, sir, I never
told them a thing.

They didn't ask you?
Sure they asked me.

The minute
they heard your name,

right away,
that's the first thing

they wanted to know,
where was you.

They recognized the name?

Recognize it?

Boy, what did you
do to that hospital?

You didn't tell them
where I was, did you?

What do you take
me for, a chump?

I never told
them nothing.

Not even your number?

Well, what number?

Your phone number.

Well,
what would they want with my phone number?

I didn't call them,
I went right over to them in person.

You went to the hospital?

Why not?

In that uniform?

Sure,
the hotel don't care.

Well, what's the matter?
What'd I do now?

Look at your pockets,
you dummy.

What's wrong with my pocket?
There's a...

Holy jumping Jupiter.

How do you like that?

Oh, listen,
Mr. Brown...

Please let me think.

Do you think
they'll come for her?

You bet
they'll come for her.

Then why don't you get out of
here and go somewhere else?

With what? I don't even know
how I'm gonna pay my bill here,

much less move.

What will they do with her?

Do with her?

They're gonna
give her away.

People are gonna drop around and look her
over like picking out a secondhand car.

If they like her,
they take her.

If not,
back she goes into stock.

That's what
they're gonna do with her.

But how can they
if you're the father?

Being a father
is not enough,

you've got to
be a mother, too.

If that ain't murder.

A man's not capable of taking care of
a child, not according to the courts.

He can build bridges,
he can fly around the world,

he can be president and run
the whole United States,

but taking care of a child
is too much for him!

For that, you've got to be a woman.
Any woman.

But don't you worry,
my darling,

we'll see
if we're licked yet.

You mean, if you married again,
you could keep her?

That's right.

Monica?

Yes, sir?

I...

I find myself in an
extremely awkward position.

Yes, sir.

Are you married?

Me?

Are you engaged?

No, not definitely.

Well, what I'm going to say may come
to you as somewhat of a surprise.

How's that,
Mr. Brown?

Will you marry me?

Do what?

Marry me.

When?
Now.

Are you kidding?

How do you like that?
Go on.

Go on?

Well, what about me?

You? Oh.

Oh, uh...

Well, it must be obvious that
I'd never make such a proposal

involving my whole
life and happiness

and the whole life and
happiness of my daughter,

if I hadn't...

If I hadn't fallen under
the spell of your warmth

and your
attractiveness,

and...

And?

And beauty.

Well, you're cute,
I'll say that for you.

Will you?

What do you think?

Why not?
He's better than anything you figured to get.

All right, I accept.

Okay, get out of
that stuff and let's go.

Frank, I want you to wait right here.
Yes, sir.

Don't answer the telephone and
don't let anybody in. Understand?

Yes, sir.
Nobody.

We'll be back in half an hour.
All right.

Oh, what a chump.

Yeah?

Yeah, well,
you better step on it

'cause he's getting
ready to go out now.

Oh, how do you like that?

Fireproof, I imagine.

Come on, hurry up, will you?

Oh, I can't use that
elevator, Mr. Brown.

That is, not until
after the ceremony.

Down?

No, thanks.

This way, Mr. Brown.

Hotel Windsor.
Just a moment please.

Mr. Casanova Brown.

622.

Must be a party.

Very shrewd move.

Not at all.

You would've done it yourself,
I'm sure, if it had occurred to you.

Hotel Windsor.
Just a moment please.

Look, Monica, I'm going to ask
you a very delicate question.

Sir?

Would you mind very much if we
took the baby along with us?

You don't think it'll
look sort of peculiar?

Oh, I'll explain it to 'em.

Sorry.
That's quite all right.

It's so crowded.

Who does your mother think I am,
Frank Buck?

How can I bring him back alive
if he doesn't want to come?

Father.

He wrote you all about it,
which is more than I would have done,

so what else is
there to discuss?

Truth of the matter is,
no man born of woman is really safe

as long as he can draw
one feeble, faltering breath.

Father, please.

Get the bottle,
I'll feed her in the cab.

Check.

16.

617.

618.

619.

620.

621.

Ah, 622.

Cas?

Who?

Mr. Brown,
Mr. Casanova Brown.

Out.

Where?

Walking!

What do you say
we pull this conversation

down about three notches,
unless you're deaf.

Where's the baby?

She's out with him.

Then what are you
doing with that bottle?

I just...
I'm just trying it.

With a nipple,
at your age?

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

We'll wait.

Oh, naturally.

Where is Mrs. Drury?

Oh, she isn't here.

That much I'd worked
out for myself.

Why isn't she here?

Doesn't she like to
be in it, the finals?

Father, please.

Just to clear up any
possible misunderstanding,

my interest is in the baby.
Not the father.

Still telling fortunes?

I beg your pardon.

Sagittarius, Jupiter,
Pluto, all that rot.

Oh, no, no more of that.

Sobered up, eh?

Oh, she's quite
settled down now.

She's in politics.

Nothing upsets a man like
a wife tearing around town

with straws in her hair.

Well,
she lost faith when the baby came.

It was supposed
to be a boy.

Yeah, they can't
never tell.

That predetermination
of sex

still baffles science.

It says so on
the Sunday magazine section.

Hadn't you better nip along
with that ice water for 1032?

What ice water?

1032 didn't call
for no ice water.

Well, then,
haven't you any other duties to attend to?

I... I think I'm supposed to
stay here till he gets back.

Back, from where?

City Hall.

City Hall?
What on earth is he doing at City Hall?

Getting married.

Again?

Maybe I ain't supposed
to tell you that, though.

Is this the same fellow that was
marrying all the rest of them?

He's in a nuptial rut.

Is this some sort of joke?

Not by me, ma'am.

Who made bingo this time?

He married a Miss Monica
Case of Cicero, I believe.

It's one of them
whirlwind romances.

He never made a move
without consulting you,

is the way
I believe you described it.

Thank you.

We want to get married.

Now, you take me.
I'm simply crazy about money.

Not just a little money.
Lots of money.

All I can lay
my hands on.

I like it.

But do you think
for one second

that Mrs. Ferris understands
or appreciates this taste?

Fun, isn't it?

Yes.

Come in.

Could I ask you gentlemen to step
into the bedroom for a few minutes,

the maid would like
to give this room

a little going over
before Mr. Brown gets back.

Well... Very well.

She won't be a minute.

Anybody see you?

No,
they're in the bedroom.

Hey,
where are you going?

The crib.

That's the hotel's.
What have I got in the bedroom?

Some laundry and
those white kimonos.

All right, try to get it if you can.
I'll get them.

If you can't...
I'll get them.

Leave that gown
and things here.

Then take the rest of this
stuff down the back elevator.

Make some kind of
a bundle out of it,

and wait for me at
the service entrance.

How long?

Look, I've got to feed this
baby before I do anything else.

She hasn't had
a bite to eat in two hours.

All right, darling, look, Daddy's
cooling it off just as fast as he can.

Won't be long,
just as soon as she feeds and belches.

All right, darling.
Daddy understands.

Really this has turned into such a
pleasant and charming afternoon.

I scarcely care
when Cas gets back.

Would you like also
to learn pinochle?

Here.

The maid would like
to straighten up, ma'am.

She's out
there now, by the window.

But I'm gonna telephone
the room and ask for her.

That will get her
out of the way.

Okay, thanks.

All right, all right,
Daddy's doing the best he can.

After all, it's not Daddy's fault
if this doggone old nipple...

There see,
Daddy fixed it.

Didn't Daddy tell you
he'd fix it?

Daddy fixed bad old nipple.

Is she all right?

Why, of course
she's all right.

Oh, Cas.

Oh, Cas, how she's grown!

Not too much, you think?

Oh, no, no,
she's just perfect.

Oh, you blessed,
blessed little angel.

Isn't she?

Don't touch her when she's feeding.
Makes her nervous.

Oh.

She's very...
Very high-strung.

Not too high-strung,
is she?

No, no. Just...
Just sensitive.

And she hasn't
been sick at all?

Why, of course not.

She's had the very best of care and she's,
she's...

What's that
on her cheek?

Where?

Right there
under her eye.

Oh, just a little heat rash.
Nothing serious.

Gee, you know all
about it, don't you?

Well, I've tried to keep abreast
of the best authorities.

I've read all the books
on the subject.

Quite concerned about her now, aren't you?
All of a sudden.

What do you mean?

I hardly noticed such solicitude
the last time we discussed her.

Oh, Cas.

How could I have
been such a fool?

Please, darling.

I... I mean, Isabel.

Don't, honey.

I never meant to
give her away, darling.

I might just as well try
to give away my heart.

I couldn't live without her.

Well, why did you say so?

Because I was stupid,
of course.

Because I wanted you to
come running and stop it.

I wanted you to see her and
want her and want me again.

That's why
I went to Chicago,

so it would be easier
for you to get there.

Good heavens!

Isn't it the truth?

But one little word.
Just one little word. I...

I know.

I know now,
now that it's too late.

Oh! Excuse me.

What do you do now?

Well, after feeding a baby of this age,
you hold her like this,

supporting the small of the
back with the left hand,

and then pat her gently.
Like this.

Oh, let me, will you?

Well, I don't know.
With those clothes.

Wait.

If she ever got to him...

I'll give him
just one more hour.

If he's not here by then,
I'm simply going to the movies.

That's it, right there.

Now pat.

Not too hard.

Oh, Mommy's so sorry.

Very gently.
That's the ticket.

There. Mama didn't mean to
hurt her blessed little angel.

A little higher.

Like that?
There.

Oh, Cas.

Isn't she just
a little dream?

Well, well,
I've gotten quite used to her, of course.

Look, what did you mean by
"now that it's too late."

Oh, that...

That man,
the bell captain told us.

Told you what?

What you've...
What you've done.

And I do want you to know, Cas,
I do hope deeply and sincerely

that you'll be very happy.

Me?

Both of you, of course.

Both of who?

Didn't you...

Didn't you get
married this afternoon?

This afternoon? No.

You mean you're not
married at all? To anybody?

No,
you can't get married like that in Chicago,

you have to wait three days.

Really?

No, I'm not
married to anybody.

Are you?

Well.

Come closer, Cas,
I can't see you.

Oh, I'm here,
all right.

Don't stop
patting her.

Oh.

Oh, you sweet little thing.

What am I
patting her for?

Oh, don't you know?

Well, after
every feeding...

What?
Wait.

I think she's about ready.
Listen.

Oh, Cas!

Isn't that wonderful?

Right after each feeding just
as regular as clockwork.

Oh, darling.

I've got so much to learn.

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

I'll teach you, Mama.