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MAN: Paper! Paper!

Lucky Lindy makes it!

Extry!
Read all about it.

Officer, excuse me.

Could you tell me how I get
to the Central Park Casino?

You can't miss it.
It's just behind the mall.

Thank you.

And only with
two ham sandwiches.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

MAN: Extry! Extry!
Read all about it.

Lucky Lindy makes it!

BOYS AND GIRLS:
♪ Ain't she sweet?

♪ See her walking
down the street

♪ Now I ask you
very confidentially

♪ Ain't she sweet?

♪ Ain't she nice?

♪ Look her over
once or twice

♪ Now I ask you
very confidentially

♪ Ain't she nice?

♪ Just cast an eye

♪ In her direction

♪ Oh, me, oh, my

♪ Ain't that perfection?

♪ I repeat

♪ Don't you think
that's kind of neat?

♪ Now, I ask you
very confidentially... ♪

Good afternoon,
Miss Oelrichs.

I'll just be
a few minutes.

(WHISTLES)

Say, this must belong to
somebody important, huh?

I rode in one once.

A fella I knew up in college,
in Boston, had an uncle.

Of course, it wasn't
in quite as good shape
as this.

(CHUCKLING)
It had two or three
bullet holes in it.

He bought it from
a bootlegger's widow.

They're good cars,
though, aren't they?
Excuse me.

(WHISTLES)

A gold key.
What's it for?

What's a key for?

Opens a door,
doesn't it?

(TUNING PIANO)

MARJORIE: Philip.

Philip, will you
come in here
a moment, please?

Eduard.

Puts me between
Colonel Rutherford
and Prince Kaminsky,

the two greatest
bores in New York.

Philip, I think that
we'll exile the prince
to the end of the table.

Yes, Miss Oelrichs.

Just put the flowers...
Yes, what is it?

I was looking
for Mr. Reisman,
Leo Reisman.

I'm going to be
in his orchestra.

Back of the bandstand.

Thank you very much.

Next time, use
the musicians' entrance.

Right,
the musicians' entrance.
I'll find it. Thank you.

Mr. Reisman's office?

Mr. Reisman?

Thank you.

Something?
Hello, Mr. Sherwood.

Hello.

Mr. Reisman.

Yeah?

Remember me?
Eddy Duchin.

I remember you.
The Berkshires,
that resort.

Yeah. Yeah.

You remember, Leo.
Last summer? We were lost.
It was raining.

Berkshires?

Yes, of course.
Sure. Come in.

Gee, you had me
scared for a minute.
I thought maybe you'd...

(PHONE RINGING)
No. No. I remember you.

You lent me your raincoat.
Yeah.

I almost forgot
to give it back to you.

I played the piano.

That's right.
A lot of piano.

Yes, Philip.

That was some orchestra
you were hooked up with.

Nobody's got a right
to be that bad,
not even for money.

They were just a group
of college kids picking up
some money for school.

They weren't professionals.

What are you doing here?

Empty the pockets,
will you, Lou?

Huh?
REISMAN: In New York.

I came down
from Boston when...

Jimmy Walker's coming
in tonight, Leo.

Great. Swell.

The mayor?

This is his favorite spot.

You don't know
the casino, do you?

No.

It's the playground
of high society.

This was given
to Mr. Reisman
by Mrs. Vanderbilt.

He played at
her daughter's
coming-out party.

Yes, I know...

Money clip was given
to Mr. Reisman...

Stop sounding
like an auctioneer.

You'll make Duchin
want to quit college
and be a musician.

That's exactly what I...

What school do you go to?

Well, I graduated,
remember? I told you.

The Massachusetts
School of Pharmacy.

Yeah. Sure, sure.
I remember.

So you're gonna
be a druggist.

Here in New York?
No!

A lot of money in drugstores
if you can make
a good hot-fudge sundae.

I'm not going
to be a druggist.

I've decided to
take advantage of
Mr. Reisman's offer instead.

My offer?

Sure. To play the piano
with your band.

That's why I'm here.

I didn't offer you a job.

What?
I didn't offer you a job.

I remember saying
that I liked the way
you played the piano,

but I certainly didn't
offer you a job.

Yeah, but you said
a lot of other things, too.

You told me to come
to New York...

No, no, no.

What Mr. Reisman said was,
if you got to New York,

to stop by
and say hello.

He also told me that
I had the most distinctive
style he'd heard in years.

Look, I've got a piano player.
I've had him for years.

But I'm here.
I can't go back.

Why not?

No. I can't go home.

It was tough
enough to leave.

REISMAN: They didn't
want you to go?

Mr. Reisman,
when a man owns
a small tailor shop

and presses pants
for a living and
works like a dog

so that his son
can have an education
and get ahead,

it isn't easy to
give up the dream.

It wasn't their idea
that I should live
the crazy life of a musician,

but I should stay at home
and become a druggist

and a respected member
of the community.

There's nothing
the matter with that.

No, but it isn't
what I want.

No, I can't go back.
I've made the break.

Eddy, maybe
your father was right.

You keep in touch.
Now, be sure.
I'm sorry, Eddy. I...

Goodbye

and good luck.

He wishes us good luck.

He can play.

He's got
a very distinctive
personal style.

He won't get lost.

(PIANO PLAYING)

(PLAYING NOCTURNE OP. 9)

I like it.
What is it?
Chopin?

Yes.
Which one?

E-Flat.

Please play it again.

(PLAYING DIFFERENT TUNE)

I didn't think that
Mr. Reisman went in
for rude musicians.

I'm not with Reisman.

But I heard you
say before...

I'm not with
Mr. Reisman at all.
There was no job to get.

I only dreamed
of working here.

A crazy dream

of driving back home
in a red Stutz Bearcat,

walking into the house
and throwing down a bankroll
as big as the Ritz

and saying,
"No more work, Pop.
I'm rich. I'm famous."

Where do you come from?

Boston.

I'm gonna knock
this town on its ear
once I get started.

And I don't mean
only New York. You don't
believe me, do you?

Of course
I believe you.

What do you intend
to do in the meantime?

Get a job in a drugstore.

Playing the piano?

(CHUCKLES) No, no.
No, I'm a druggist.

You know, my prof
at the Massachusetts
School of Pharmacy,

he used to play the ukulele,
see, so the two of us,
we'd get together and...

Maybe I talk
too much, huh?

Maybe.

REISMAN: Lou, be sure
to get the arrangements
for Lucky Lindy.

We're gonna have
a lot of requests
for that tune.

Play some more.

This kid's gonna
capture the imagination
of the whole world.

Mr. Reisman.

REISMAN:
Well, good evening,
Miss Oelrichs.

Leo, I want you to do
something for me.

Some special numbers
you want me
to play tonight?

No, no,
it's something else.

We'll keep the music going
tonight without intermission.

REISMAN:
My dear, I can't.

But you can if you hire
an extra piano player.

Did you have anyone
special in mind?

You know very well I had
someone special in mind.

If he's not good enough...

He's good enough.

Then you'll do it?

Yes.

You're an angel.

Go see Mr. Reisman.
You've got a job.

I'm late.
What?

A job.

I beg your pardon, miss.
What did you say?

Be sure you play well.

Thank you, Miss...

Oelrichs.
Marjorie Oelrichs.

Thank you,
Miss Oelrichs.

Say, druggist, do you have
a prescription for a tuxedo?

(ORCHESTRA PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC)

Is it time?

Give me a hand here,
will you?

Thank you.

(SIGHING)

No, no.

I can button it.

How much longer?

(SHUSHING)

Okay, ready now? Good.

Uh-uh.

You want me to sit.
Yeah.

Thanks, Mr. Sherwood.

(WHISTLING TO MUSIC)

(CHATTERING)

All right, kid,
you're on.

Yes, sir.

And, Eddy.
Yes, sir?

Remember, this is
just intermission music.
Play soft.

We don't want to
disturb their eating
and their drinking.

Yes, sir.

Well, go ahead.
You're on, you're on.

Treat the tuxedo
gently, will you?

It's an old friend.
(CHUCKLES) Yes.

(PLAYING
SHINE ON, HARVEST MOON)

(VOLUME INCREASES)

Uncle Sherm,
want to dance again?

Let's. Come on.

Don't you ever get tired?
All right, Marjorie.

Joan, Harry.
Come on, dance.
Come on.

It's the first time
they've ever danced
to just a piano.

Maybe I'd better
sell my fiddle.

Maybe you'd better.

Say, there's Jimmy Walker.
Call the boys.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Wait a minute.
What did I do wrong?

His Honor the mayor
is coming in.

Jimmy Walker?

LOU: Let's go.

(WILL YOU LOVE ME IN DECEMBER
AS YOU DO IN MAY?PLAYING)

Get off the stage.

That's Jimmy Walker!

Yes, I know.
Get off the stage.

ALL: ♪ As they do in May

♪ Will you love me
in December
as they do in May?

♪ Will you love me
in the good old-fashioned wa?

♪ When my hair
has all turned gray

That's a great number.
The mayor wrote it,
you know.

Yes, I know.

Hello again.

Miss...

SHERM: This is
the weirdest set of books
I have ever looked at.

I'm a decorator,
not a bookkeeper.
Honestly!

What good is it to have
one of the great bankers
of the world for an uncle

when he can't even
balance my books?

EDITH: Sherman, perhaps
you are being a little
unreasonable. Marjorie is...

SHERM: She's no child.

MARJORIE: Walter.

Make sure it's ready
by Tuesday.

Yes, Miss Oelrichs.

Just put it down, please.
Do I have to sign for it?

No.

Well, hello.

Is that for me?

Yes.

How nice.

This is
Mr. and Mrs. Wadsworth.
This is Mr. Duchin.

He played the piano
at the casino last night.

How do you do?
How do you do?

Yes, I remember.

We enjoyed the music
very much.

Thank you.

Marjorie, for the last time,
will you please shut up shop

and come down to Southampton
for the weekend?

I told you
I have work to do.

I wish we'd never
let you open this place.

Aunt Edith...
You've missed everything,

Europe, Palm Beach.

I know, dear, but look.

Look at the wonderful
jobs that I did.

Edith, you can't
argue with success.
Goodbye, dear.

Goodbye, darling,
and don't work
too hard. Bye.

Goodbye.
Goodbye.

SHERM:
Let her live
her own life.

EDITH: But it would have
been so nice to have her
down for the weekend.

Relatives.

Yes. My aunt and uncle.

They brought me up,
and I love them dearly.

Here, would you fill this,
please? The fountain.

They can't understand
why I work.

Why do you work?

Why do you
play the piano?

You don't have to
make a living.

Well, I have to have
a reason for living.

Just having money
doesn't do it.

I thought it did.

No, because then
you're dependent
on money.

Huh?

Then you're dependent
on money, not yourself.

Well, I can't lie.

I hope money comes
right up and bites me.

I never met
anyone like you.

I read all the
Horatio Alger stories
when I was a child,

Sink or Swim,
Do or Die,

but I've never actually
known anyone

who came to New York
to seek fame and fortune.

Do you think
I'll make it?

I think you'll make it
because you're productive.

I like productive people.

I wish I were part
of that royalty.

I only play the piano.

And you produce happiness.

That's nice.
I'll remember that.

(ORCHESTRA PLAYING MUSIC)

Mr. Sherwood!
(SHUSHING)

I hope I'm not late.

No. You made it
just in time.

I rushed over just as soon
as I got your message.

You mean Mr. Reisman
really told you to call me?

(LOUDLY) I've got the job?

(SOFTLY) Please,
they're playing.

Now?
No. Between the sets.

Between the sets.
Intermission piano.

I see. Intermission. Yeah.
Yes.

Another reason I was late
was I had to rush out
and rent a tuxedo.

I hope it fits.
The man told me
that it does.

Does it look all right?
Just fine.

Good.

Eddy. Eddy, you're on.

Now?
Wait. Please calm down.

(MUSIC STOPS)
Just settle down.

(PEOPLE CLAPPING)

He'd be a great guy
to send out for
a cup of coffee.

Eddy, we thought
we'd lost you.

Now remember. Soft.

Gee, thanks, Mr. Reisman.

(PLAYING SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

(PLAYING LOUDLY)

Good afternoon,
Mr. Duchin.

Good afternoon.

Well, how do you
like it, Lou?

Don't tell me you bought it
just because you're
going to a classy party.

Yep.

What did you pay for it?

Well, it's second-hand.

How much?

It belonged to one
of the Vanderbilts.

(CHUCKLES)
High class.

Tell me, when it backfires,
does it say, "Excuse me"?

How do I look?

Like a second-hand
Vanderbilt.

Wait.

I could've booked you
for two cocktail parties
today, a very fancy fee.

This was a personal invitation
from Mrs. Wadsworth.

I'm invited for
myself this time.
I don't have to play.

I'm a guest.

All right, fine.

Goodbye.
Have a good time.

GIRL 1: There's Eddy Duchin.
GIRL 2: Hello, Eddy!

Hello, Eddy!
Hello!

Are you going
to play today?

No. I'm a...
No, not today.

That's a shame.
I'm so disappointed.

GIRL 3: The casino is
so much more lively
now that he's there.

(GEARS GRINDING)

EDDY: Hey, look out!

Take it easy.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(EXHALES)

Hello. My car.

Hello, Mr. Duchin.
Mr. Wadsworth.

Nice to have you with us.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Miss Oelrichs.

Hello.

It's awfully nice
to see you.

Well, I didn't know
you were going to be here.

Your aunt invited me.
You live here with them,
don't you?

Yes, I do.

Then I'm
your guest, too.

I'm having
a wonderful time.

Good. I'm glad.

I read that you were
away at Sands Point
doing the Whitney house.

It was a very
interesting job.

Well, since I last saw you,
I guess you don't know
the whole sky fell in on me.

Really?
Yes.

Mr. Reisman let me make
some records with him,

and I've been playing
some wonderful
private parties, too.

Can you imagine?
Last week, I played a party
at the Waldorf-Astoria

and the Prince of Wales
was sitting right beside
the piano, and...

I guess I still talk
too much, don't I?

Mmm-mmm.

You know, this is
a new experience for me,

being a guest instead
of a paid entertainer.

I love it.

Marjorie. Marjorie,
come here.

Excuse me
a moment, please.

WOMAN: Linus Larrabee
has the most fabulous idea
for a party, undersea.

We're all going
to wear fishnets.

Thank you.

WOMAN: Just imagine
the possibilities.

Nothing but fishnet.
Not too loose...

Thank you very much.

Edith, did you make it clear
to Mr. Duchin that he was
engaged to play the piano?

I thought I did. Why?

You'd better
speak to him, dear.
He's not playing.

Don't you think it'd be
better if you did?

You hired him.

All right.

Mrs. Wadsworth,
I'm having
a wonderful time.

(INAUDIBLE)

Aunt Edith, why did you
ask Mr. Duchin to play?

But he was hired to play.
That's why he's here.

But he thought
he was a guest.

Nonsense.

That's his business,
playing the piano.

Well, I certainly
made a fool
of myself, didn't I?

No.

Eddy Duchin
in high society.

The simple fact is
that I'm a presumptuous,
conceited fathead

who thought he'd be
invited to a party
for his grace and charm.

I remember once
when I was a little girl,

I went to a lawn party
and had a lovely new dress.

It rained that morning,

and I ran from the house
to show myself off
to the guests.

Well, I slipped,
and I fell in
a mud puddle.

I still remember
how they all laughed.

I lay there wanting to die.

You don't.

And as you grow up,
there's always
another beautiful dress

and another mud puddle

and still you don't die.

You grow up.

And learn to
know your place.

What is your place?
Right now, it's beside me.

That's not so bad, is it?

(INAUDIBLE)

Ladies and gentlemen,
in answer to
your many requests,

here is Eddy Duchin
at the piano
and Dizzy Fingers.

(ALL CLAPPING)

(ALL CLAPPING)

Bravo!

You must be
very happy
about Eddy.

Yes, he is.

He's a wonderful boy.

Tell me,
you sing with
the orchestra?

No, Miss Oelrichs is
one of New York's...

An interior decorator.

You have known
our Eddy a long time?

Almost as long as
he's been in New York,
I'd say.

You're looking at me
in a strange way,
Mrs. Duchin. Why?

Because I think
you like our Eddy. Hmm?

Yes.

But one question
remains and by no means
an unimportant one.

Does Eddy like you?

Now, don't you think that
Eddy should answer that?

Yeah, but I wouldn't
have the nerve to ask him.

(MUSIC STOPS)

I'm glad the music stopped.
I was getting a headache.

Eddy! Eddy,
you were so wonderful.

Congratulations, Eddy.

Hello. Thank you, Lou.

We are so proud of you.

Thank you.

Well, how are you
getting along with these
old friends of mine?

I hope they don't
send me away.

Eddy, is it like this
every night here?

A party all the time.

Mom, I have everything.

He who has everything
always wants
a little bit more.

Yeah, a Romanian proverb
she made up this morning.

Listen, could I make
a quiet little speech?

Go ahead.

Mom and Dad,
you've always been
my dearest loves.

Sacrifice and hard work
so that I could get ahead.

You know
what you both
mean to me

and how grateful
I am for everything
that you've done

for more reasons
than you know.

One of the reasons is me.

Well, don't you
want to marry me?

Yes, but I haven't
asked you.

How do you like that?

Believe me,
it was the same
with us.

The men in the Duchin family
do not like
to ask for something

until they are sure
they can have it.

MR. DUCHIN:
That works, Eddy, huh?

It sure works.

Well, to make it
official and in front
of my mother and father,

will you marry me?

Mazel tov!

Mama.

Mazel tof.

"Mazel tof."

PHOTOGRAPHER: Now, hold it,
Mr. and Mrs. Duchin.
Now steady. Steady.

Now just one more,
please. Just one more.
Now, hold it. That's it.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

WOMAN: Look at the cake.

(WHISPERING)

To our home.

Our home.

You know,
I bet all our friends
must think that we...

Look. Come here.

A gold key.

Well, goodness.
What's it for?

For you

to our front door.

Cold? What's the matter?

It's nothing.

Just the wind.
I don't like the wind.

Why?

No reason.
See the casino?

EDDY: You know,
this is the first
night in two years

that I haven't
played at the casino.

Sometimes I think
you love the casino
more than you do me.

No, but with you.
You're all
mixed up with it.

That's good.

I like being mixed up
with the things you love.

You know, I knew exactly
what I wanted and I got it.

All of it,
even you.

I was a cinch.

You're all of it,
really.

Mmm-mmm.

But I am the best of it,

I and that deep,
God-given
talent of yours.

None of the rest of it
really counts, darling. You
understand that, don't you?

Because if it were all
to disappear tomorrow,
it wouldn't really matter.

Not as long as you
have me, and I'm not
quite that important.

You're the most
important thing
in the world.

I hope so,
darling.
I hope so.

The things I want now,
I want for you.
Don't you understand that?

I'd like to
buy you a diamond
as big as the Ritz.

Eddy, no.
No, darling.

No, not the things
you can buy me.

Just you, the things
you can give me of you.

Everything you want.

It all comes so easy for you.
It kind of scares me a little.

Well, remember
Horatio Alger?

Don't you know
about Eddy's Luck?
I have it.

I'll always have it,
a very special angel who
watches over me and mine.

You talk like
I'm one of those
statues in the park.

You are.

You're my own statue
in my own personal park.

Darling, do you realize
that you've never danced
with me to my music?

Well, I've always
wished I could.

A little difficult
on the piano bench,
Mrs. Duchin.

Say that again.
Say "Mrs. Duchin" again.

Come inside with me,
Mrs. Duchin,

and let me demonstrate
through the miracle
of science, Mrs. Duchin,

how one man can
be in two places
at the same time.

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING
ON GRAMOPHONE)

I never realized
you could
step like a dream.

(MOANS SOFTLY)

(CHUCKLES)

Eddy. Eddy,
my darling.
I love you.

I love you, darling.

Oh, I love you, Mrs. D.

I love your hands.

Not just for the sweet
music they make,

but physically,

they excite me
just to look at them.

Did you know that I fell
in love with your hands before
I fell in love with you?

Well, now look
who's talking too much.

(CHAIR FALLS)

Really a storm
kicking up.

MARJORIE: Eddy! Eddy!

Marjorie, what is it?
What's wrong?

Nothing.

Nothing? What do
you mean nothing?

Tell me, what is it?
No.

Please. Please tell me.

Wind frightens me.

(SOBBING)
Oh, Eddy. The wind!

Why? Why?

A dream I had,

and I can't seem
to fight it off.

I don't know.

Darling, darling.
Try to forget it.

I try. I try.

I tell myself
it's only a dream,

but it keeps coming back.

The wind blows between us,

and I keep trying
to reach for you,
but you're gone.

It won't be like that.

I know.
I shouldn't
have told you.

Oh, darling, darling.

Now, I'm here.
It's only a dream.

You ought to beat me.

I'm afraid I spoiled
your wedding night.

How could you?

How could you?

(THUNDER CLAPS)

Good afternoon,
Mrs. Duchin.

Darling, what is it?

You sounded so frantic
over the phone.
Darling, are you ill?

Darling, why did I
have to rush over here?

Eddy, what is it?

Oh, no!

Well, that's
a fine reaction.

Better go out and
come back in again.

Oh.

Well, what happened
to Mr. Reisman?

Leo got an offer
of a fabulous tour,
and he accepted it.

When? When did he decide?

About six weeks ago.

He's going to Europe
and the Riviera.

Six weeks?

He'll be
gone about...

You have known about
this for six weeks

and you haven't
even told me,
your own wife?

Now, listen, I'm your
own husband and it was
almost two months

before you told me
we were gonna have a baby.

(CHUCKLES)

You traitor.

We wanted to
surprise you.

Are you pleased?

I'm so happy.
I'm so terribly happy.

Will you sit here,
Mrs. Duchin?

Ladies and gentlemen,
the first appearance
of Eddy Duchin

and his Central Park
Casino Orchestra and for
a very special audience.

You're My Everything.

(PLAYING YOU'RE MY EVERYTHING)

Mrs. D, do you dance?

Well, I have in my time,

but I'm not the girl
I used to be.

Shall we?
Just the three of us.

I'm afraid I'm rather
keeping you at
a distance, Mr. Duchin.

Yes. You have
let someone
come between us.

Do you mind terribly?

Not as long
as I have you.

She's great.

Hello, Harry.

HARRY:
Hello, Eddy.
What's new?

(PLAYING
ROCK-A-BYE BABY)

(ALL LAUGHING)

Please, pardon
the musical interruption,
ladies and gentlemen,

but we had a birth
in the Duchin family
this week.

This number is dedicated
to my son, Peter,
and my wife, Marjorie.

I hope you're
both listening.

(ALL APPLAUDING ON RADIO)

It's hard to believe.

There must be
something you can do.

It had nothing
to do with childbirth.

Believe me, Sherm.
We've done
everything possible.

Doctor, your exchange
is on the phone.

Pardon me a moment.

He's certain,
of course?

She won't live
out the night.

Ladies and gentlemen,
it's time to say good night.

This is Eddy Duchin
signing off from the Central
Park Casino in New York City

and wishing you all
a merry, merry Christmas.

And, Marjorie,
I'll be right there,
darling.

(ALL CHEERING)

MAN 1: Merry Christmas!

MAN 2:
What'd you name the boy?

MAN 3: Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!
ALL: Merry Christmas!

Congratulations.
ALL: Merry Christmas!

NURSE 1: Mr. Duchin,
we heard your broadcast.

NURSE 2: It was wonderful.

NURSE 1: Merry Christmas.
NURSE 2: Merry Christmas.

EDDY: Thank you.
Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas!

Eddy, I'd like to speak
to you for a moment.

(INAUDIBLE)

Is that true?

Eddy, dear,
you scared me.

You're here.

We heard the radio.

Did you see the baby?

Of course.

I called him
a monkey before,

but he's really
a little kewpie doll,
you know.

Of course.

You talk now.
I'm a little
tired tonight.

No. I have to tell you
something funny.

I was thinking that,
from now on, we'll
hang three stockings.

You know, not having
any brothers or sisters,

Christmas was always
a lonely time for me.

Merry Christmas, Mrs. D.

From Peter Duchin
and his father.

You know,
you silly Santa Claus,

I think you're really
in love with me.

I want to go home.

When can I go home?

Soon.

Very soon.

I'm so good for you,
always have been.

So very good for me.

The girl that gave me
a hand at the start,

who sat beside me
on the piano bench,

nursed the bruises
and kissed away the hurt

and taught me
all the things I had to learn.

And it'll be
like that always.

You can count on me.
Count on your Marjorie.

Where's your hand?

Here.

I'll always
take care of you.
Peter, too.

Eddy Duchin's
special angel's
with us all the time,

and don't you forget it.

Day and night
he never sleeps,
that angel.

Full of loving kindness.

For all of us.

What's that sound?

Nothing.

(GASPING)
But it sounds
like the wind.

No, there's no wind tonight.

(CRYING)
I'm afraid of the wind!

Darling, there's no wind.

Easy, now. Easy.
It's all right, darling.

It's all right.

You know,

everything's ready
for you at home.

The extra room
looks kind of strange
with a bassinet.

But it isn't an extra room
anymore. It's Peter's room.

And the carriage is
all bought and waiting,

and it won't be
any time at all
before we'll be

taking him for walks
together in the park,

all the places that
we used to go and know.

(CLATTERING)

And we'll take him
to all the special places
that we used to know.

You'll give him...

(BELLS CHIMING SOFTLY)

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

(SNIFFLING)

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas!

(CRYING)

New York won't
be the same
without you, Eddy.

I won't miss it.
It won't miss me.

Don't worry about him,
Mr. Wadsworth.
This tour'll do him good.

I think he'll enjoy
South America.
New audiences.

New surroundings,
gay and painless.

And he may get
some sleep down there.

Are you leaving,
Uncle Sherm?

Eddy, about the baby,
about Peter, you haven't
seen him for several weeks.

Edith wondered if you
weren't going to drop in
before sailing time.

He's just a baby.
He won't know
I was saying goodbye.

I see.
I know in Edith's hands

he'll be getting
wonderful care.

I'm deeply grateful
to you both for
looking after him.

Eddy, there's no need...

Marjorie would've
wanted it that way.

Eddy.

Till we meet again.

Well, Lou...

Seems like
the end of an era.

Maybe it is, Eddy.

Maybe it is.

What is snow?

Cold or warm
when you're under it
for the first time?

(PLAYING PIANO)

Good morning.

Oh!

Good morning.

Have you
given up sleeping?

No. I've been working.
That's all.

They got a thing now
called the eight-hour day.

Yeah. There's an
eight-hour night, too.

There's nothing
here from Boston.

There's one from
Sherman Wadsworth, Eddy.

Hotel rooms,
hotel rooms.

What's the matter
with them?

After five years on tour,
I think I've had them.
Haven't you?

Hey, they're tearing
down the casino.

Well, that reminds me.
I got a wire yesterday
from the Waldorf.

They want us very much,
right after New Orleans.

The money is right,
and I think
we ought to take it.

They're gonna make
a playground
for kids out of it.

Have you been
listening to me?

(GRUNTS)

Yeah.

You know, this is the third
letter I've had in two months
from Sherman Wadsworth.

He's kind of worried, Eddy.
So are your mother and father.

About what?

About you.
About your son.

You've never seen him,
you know.

Lou, look,
I've told you before

that I talk to Edith
on the telephone,
and the kid's all right.

So don't worry about him.

You know, Sherm may be going
overseas for the government.

He has a feeling
we're gonna get
in this war...

Will you tell me something?
Why is it that
every time I bring up

the subject of your son
you change it?

Lou, I just wanna
go back to work.

Well, you cannot
go on running away
from your own boy.

I'm not! I'm not!
Now just leave me
alone, will you?

Yes.

(PLAYING PIANO)

You know, Eddy,
I respect your grief, but
I'm not going to stand by

and watch you
punishing yourself and
punishing that boy.

Who's punishing myself?

You think you killed
your wife.

Shut up! I'm not
gonna listen to this!

You think if Marjorie
hadn't had your child,
she'd have lived.

I don't!
You do!

Lou, for God's sake,
will you leave me alone?

I haven't been to
New York in five years,

and I'm not going back now.
There's nothing left there
for me.

You've got a boy there,
and he's growing up.

You've got to see him.
He's better off as he is.

You can't reject your own son.
He's happy!

How do you know?
Lou...

Wait a minute!

For five years now,
you've been running
away from the truth.

Marjorie's dead.

Eddy, just don't
bury the boy with her,
that's all.

Please, don't you...
That's all the Wadsworths
care about.

They brought him up, yes.
Regally, they brought him up,

but, Eddy, they want him
to know you, his father.

Just give it a try,
won't you?

Eddy, if a war comes,
it may be your last chance,

so we've got four days
between here and New Orleans.

Eddy?

All right.

EDITH: Peter,
this is your father.

Hello, Peter.

How do you do, sir?

You two are going to have
a wonderful day together.

What are your plans?

Well, I thought
we'd just make it up
as we go along.

That okay with you, Peter?

Yes, sir.

Well, shall we go?
Goodbye, Edith.

Bye, Aunt Edith.

Have fun.

(SEA LIONS BARKING)

What about
some ice cream?

Really not?

Well, what about
a pony ride?

Well, what do you
usually do when you
come to the park, Peter?

Just fool around.

Just fool around.

Look at the seals, Peter.

Look, they're going swimming.
You know, that reminds me,

out in San Francisco,
near the ocean,
there's a big rock

full of hundreds of
really wild seals,
not tame ones like these.

They're sea lions,
not seals.

SHERM: Hi, Peter.

Uncle Sherman!

It's been fun having
your father here,
hasn't it?

Well, I guess I won't
see you again before
you go overseas, Sherm.

You'll be
in Europe soon,
won't you?

Yes.

It's not a job I relish.

Sherman thinks it means
another World War.

I know.

Aunt Edith.

God bless you.

I'll keep in touch.
Right.

Goodbye, Peter.

Goodbye, sir.

Thank you very much.
I had a very nice time.

You're welcome,
Peter. So did I.

Thanks for the balloon.

Fire two.

Fire center.

Fire four.

(SONAR ECHOING)

Oil slick to port.

Well, we made it.
Attack successful.
Break off the attack.

You sent for me, sir?

Yes, Eddy. Come in.

How are things going?

Rough, George, rough.

It'll get rougher the closer
we get to Japan. Sit down.

Thank you.

We're putting into
Mindanao for repairs.

I've had two more requests
from Special Services.

They'd like
to transfer you
to morale duty.

Sitting out the war
at a piano wouldn't do
my morale much good.

You've been aboard
two years now, Eddy.

Frankly, I need you here.

And I won't urge you
to go ashore.

Thank you.

But you're like a mule
on this subject. Why?

After all, nobody
wants to die.

No. No,
of course they don't.

But for me,
being able to stay
on active duty is...

Well, it's purely selfish.

You see, you can get lost
in the big reality

in which all the little
personal aches disappear.

War, as the man said,
is hell.

But for me,
it's a kind of a

personal salvation.

Get them all
out of there now.
That's it. Move it along.

(PLAYING TUNE)

(PLAYING NOCTURNE OP. 9)

Like some
chewing gum?
Want some?

All right. Now, do you
think you can do this?

Now, you just
keep doing it.

(PLAYING CHEERFUL MUSIC)

(PLAYING DIFFERENT TUNE)

(PLAYING FASTER)

(PLAYING DIFFERENT TUNE)

(PLAYING DIFFERENT TUNE)

SOLDIER: Very good.

EDDY: Dear Peter,
there are so many things that
I would like to say to you.

We've never really
known each other.

There just never seemed
to be the time.

But when I come home,
things will be different.

(INTERCOM WHISTLES)

I'm going to try
to make up for...

CAPTAIN ON INTERCOM:
This is the captain speaking.

I've just received
official word,
firing ceased at 2300.

The war is over.
I repeat, the war is over.

I've never even
seen my kid.

Stand by for
further information.

It'll be sooner
than we thought,
Peter.

Sooner than we thought.

Mr. Duchin.

Hello, Charles.

I'll tell
Mr. and Mrs. Wadsworth
you're here.

Thank you.

CHARLES: Mr. Wadsworth,
Mr. Duchin is here.

Eddy! Welcome home! Edith!

EDDY: Sherman.

Welcome home, Eddy.

We didn't expect you
till tomorrow night,
you know.

Well, I found an admiral
who was in a hurry, too,
so I just hitched a ride.

Edith!
(CHUCKLING)

You've no idea
how good it is
to see you.

Well, come on in
and tell us everything.

I'm home to
stay this time.

Where's Peter?

EDITH: He and Chiquita
went to the park.

I'm going to stay home
now with my son.

I've so much
to make up for.

Eddy, we understand.

Sherm, I'm organizing
a new band.

Lou's got us booked
into the Waldorf
for a long hitch,

so I can stay right here
in New York with Peter.

Maybe I ought to go
to the park and get him.

SHERM: Eddy, be patient.

But I've so many plans.

We're going to
set up housekeeping,
a sort of bachelor hall.

Say, tell me about
this little girlfriend
of Peter's, this...

Chiquita.
EDDY: Chiquita.

She's a sweet child.
You'll like her.

EDDY: Spanish?

No, English.
Chiquita's a nickname.

Her father was
a London business
associate of mine.

The entire family
was wiped out
during the blitz.

EDITH: It's been wonderful
for Peter having her here.

They adore each other...

PETER: Aunt Edith.
Uncle Sherm.

You can't imagine
what happened in the park.

I can skate
spread-eagle and...

Hello, Peter.

Hello.

I'm very glad to be
back with you, Peter.

I hope
you're happy
to see me.

Yes.

You look like your mother.

I'm told I look like you.

Did you get the Japanese sword
and the battle flag I sent?

Yes.

Good.

I hope your little playmate,
Chiquita, enjoyed the doll.

It came from a very
fine Japanese collection.

CHIQUITA:
It's one of the most...

It's one of the most
beautiful dolls
I've ever seen.

I'm so very pleased
to meet you at last,
Mr. Duchin. Welcome home.

Thank you.

Eddy, this is
Chiquita Wynn.

(STUTTERS)
Chiqui...

I can see I've been
measuring you
by the wrong yardstick.

I'm desperately sorry.
I do apologize if
we've embarrassed you.

EDDY: No, no, no.
It's just that I'm afraid
that salt water

has dimmed
my sense of humor.

I think I'll go
upstairs now, Chiquita.

But your father's
just arrived, Peter.

What about the surprise?

Some other time,
Aunt Edith.

(WHISPERING)

Okay.

Mr. Duchin,
will you sit here?

Ladies and gentlemen,
music by Duchin.

(PLAYING NOCTURNE OP. 9)

(PLAYING CHEERFUL TUNE)

Where did he learn
to play like that?

Chiquita taught him.

We used to get out
all your records
and play them.

We loved them so.

Excuse me,
I've got a headache.

Peter...

Does he really
have a headache?

You know
how boys are.

No, I don't know
how boys are.

They're
unpredictable, Eddy.

He may have a headache.

At any rate,
the experience of
meeting you again

is a little more
than he can take
all at one time,

and he's determined
not to show it.

It should go, if you
don't mind my saying so,
by easy stages.

What I feel for Peter
isn't a matter of love
by installments.

I was not talking
about what you feel,
Mr. Duchin.

It's wonderful
that you're home.
Excuse me.

Next one. Come on.
Throw it in at the mitt.

Way up.

Make it a double-play ball.
Next one.

Eddy, you sign
these contracts and
we're in business.

What a band!

We got everybody we wanted.

PETER: Thanks, Chiquita.

You know, these
past five weeks, getting
the boys together

and getting the arrangements
set, reading the small print
in the contracts,

I'm beat.

Right in the strike zone.

Throw! Ball one.
Strike one.

They're great together,
aren't they?

PETER: High one, Chiquita.

Way up.
Peter.

Would you come in here
for a moment, please?

Where do I sign?

At the bottom.
All copies.

Hi, Peter.
Hi.

You called me?

Yes, Peter.

Change your clothes.
We can go as soon as I finish
signing these contracts.

Go where?

School starts
in a few weeks.

I'll take you shopping
and buy you some new clothes.

But, Chiquita...

I'm sorry.
Peter and I did
that this morning.

You what?

Edith and I thought
you'd been so busy
that we went out...

Well, return the things.
I want to take him shopping.

But we've already
ordered them.

It's easy to cancel
an order, Peter.

Now run and change
your clothes, Son.

Why, you act exactly
as if I were trying to steal
your son from you, Mr. Duchin.

Believe me, I'm not.

From now on,
I'll take him shopping
for what he needs.

Certainly, but I don't think,
for his sake and yours,

that we should air
our differences
in front of him.

Miss Wynn, I realize
that you're here as
a guest of the Wadsworths,

not a nursemaid.
I can't give you orders.

But you keep telling me
to mend my manners.

I was not aware.

Well, I certainly
want it stopped.

Unfortunately, your son
judges you in part
by how you treat me.

Let's forget it, Miss Wynn.
We're just not on the same
side of the fence, that's all.

Every child needs
a father, Mr. Duchin.
I'm well aware of that.

You've turned
my son against me.

You're very rude
and tactless, Mr. Duchin.

Whatever exists between you
and your son was ready-made
when I arrived here.

It's all my fault,
I suppose.

I have no interest
in fixing blame.

Look, did you know
Peter owned every one of
your gramophone recordings?

And that he hid them
in the cupboard the moment
you came home?

Hid them! Why?

Why?

Why give the gift
of love and admiration

to a god that may
depart on the morrow?

(SCOFFS)
It's just a lot of talk.
What does it mean?

Whatever you want
to make it mean.

Now, that's a real
intelligent answer.

You know, it never
occurred to me before.

Maybe you're not...

Maybe you're not the man
I was told you were.

Miss Wynn.

Miss Wynn.

You might not
believe this,

but I'm ready
to go down on
my knees to that boy.

Believe me,
you'll have to.

There are so many
things about him that
you know, that I don't.

Yes, many.

Would you...
Would you tell
them to me?

Some of the things
I have to say
may be painful.

Please tell me.

Please.

Fine. Take five.

Well, how was it, fellas?
Great, Mr. Duchin.

Solid, Mr. Duchin.
Thanks for asking us.

Good.

Eddy, can I see
you a minute?

Yeah, sure.
Excuse me.

We're opening
in the Waldorf in a week,

and we've got to
make some replacements.

These are
the men available.

BOY 1: I like your father.
I've seen his
picture in the paper.

BOY 2: I've seen it
a dozen times.

(WHISPERING)

MUSICIAN 1:
Who's got my reeds?

MUSICIAN 2:
You left them in your box.

MUSICIAN 3: So we'll take
this score down here
and cut it...

(PLAYING CHEERFUL TUNE)

(HUMMING SAME TUNE)

(PLAYS NOTE)

(PLAYS SAME NOTE)

Take the lead, Peter.

(PLAYS NOTE)

(PLAYS SAME NOTE)

That was a wonderful
session, Peter.

Thanks.

It was solid,
as they said.

Say, I got another one.

Hey, boys...
Now, I regret to add,

we have
a dental appointment.

I wish I didn't have to go.
Do I have to go?

Why don't you
ask your father?

I'm asking you.

This would be
our third cancellation, Peter.

I think you'd
better go, Peter.
There'll be other times.

Miss Wynn is right.

Very well.

Goodbye, fellas.
I gotta go to the dentist.

MAN: All right,
let's go, boys.

Clock's running.
Let's go.

Haven't got all day.

We open in a week.
Let's go, boys.
Come on. Eddy's waiting.

All right, fellas,
I want to take the theme now.

(ALL CHATTERING)

(PLAYING NOCTURNE OP. 9)

(PLAYING BRAZIL)

(PLAYING SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

Chiquita, I think
I'd like to dance.

MAN 1: Congratulations, Eddy.

MAN 2: Welcome home, Eddy.

EDDY: Thank you.
It's good to be here.

Enjoying yourself, Son?

Nat, take over for me,
will you?

Eddy, the band never
sounded better.

Take it from Cugat.
He know.

Thank you, Cugat.

What's the matter
with your arm?

Nothing. Nothing,
it's just hot in there.
I'll go back in a minute.

Eddy, what's the matter
with your hand?

Nothing.

Nothing that a good
massage won't remedy.

That room's no
ice-box, you know.

No, I know.

But I've been booking you
for 20 years and we've
always given them

a two-handed
piano player...

Lou, will you
leave me alone?

I just got
a little tired,
that's all.

Let me call
the house doctor,
will you?

No, no, no, no.
Really, it's all right.

There's nothing wrong,
see? It's okay.

Good.

You know, Eddy,
on the rainy side of 40,

a man ought to have
a medical check-up
at least twice a year.

Yeah. Medical check-up
twice a year.

We'll get one next week.

(WIND WHOOSHING)

(THUNDER CLAPS)

(SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

(THUNDER CLAPS)

Dad.

Daddy?

Mr. Duchin?

Dad!

Peter.

I'm afraid.
Can I stay with you?

Of course, Son. Hop in.

Dad.

Yes?

(SOBBING)
Daddy, I love you.

(THUNDER CLAPS)

(EDDY AND PETER HUMMING)

(CHUCKLING)

Say, I was thinking.

Why is this holiday
next week
called Labor Day?

Why? Because nobody works.

I'm starved.

Eddy.
Great kid, isn't he, Lou?

Yes, he is.

Reminds me of you when
you flew into the casino,
first time I met you.

(EXCLAIMING)

I don't have to
have my tonsils out,
if you care to know.

I'm hungry.
I want something to eat.

Hey, Hopalong.
Get upstairs and wash.

Cook isn't feeling well,
so I'll rustle you up
some grub.

Okay!

(EXCLAIMING)
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!

America's still
full of wild Indians.

Did the doctor
look at his throat?

Yes. Yes, of course.
Both of us.

It's all right.
Nothing's wrong.

Edith and Sherm
are certainly
burning up Europe.

I'll get Peter
something to eat.

Will you stay, Lou?

No thanks, Chiquita.

That's the kind
of woman for you.

Was, you mean.

Eddy, there are
other doctors.

Doctor Richter's
a specialist, Lou.

Where are you going?

Back to the hotel
to think about my sins.

Maybe I'll see you later.

Yeah.

Life can be heartless,
huh, Lou?

Hungry, too?

No, I... Just in the mood
to beat a teakettle. May I?

Beat a what?
Teakettle.

What does that mean?

It's an old expression.

Beat a teakettle,
it means jabber, jabber.

Jabber away.

Well, where's the jabber?

(BIRD CHIRPING)

You say something.

That bird is brilliant.
Do you hear it
out in the garden?

(BIRD CHIRPING)
That's topic one. Next.

Next.

Not only packaged bread,
but packaged sliced bread.

This is an American
luxury that passeth
all understanding.

Eddy, if I...
If I may begin again,

it makes me very happy
that Peter and you
are together

and Peter really
has a father.

I'll miss him.

Miss him? Where
are you going?

Home, to England.

What's in England?

England's home to me.

What is home?

Is it perhaps the place
where your husband is?

I suppose it is,
if you have the husband.

Did it ever occur to you
that I might ask
to be your husband?

Frankly, no. I've always
known how you felt about...

About Peter's mother.

Chiquita, I'd like to
tell you about that.

I loved Marjorie more
deeply than my own life.

I'd never deny that.

We were gay friends,
tender lovers,

a pair of kids together.

How often can you
be kids together?

Only once, Chiquita.

And no one, but no one,
gets the big jackpots
of life more than once.

Young love is once,

and the first time
you have a child

or watching your parents
grow old, that's another once.

I didn't know that
when Marjorie went. I...

I tried to live in
a charmed circle
that was gone forever.

I want you to know,
Chiquita,

I'd give anything for you
not to leave Peter and me.

What did you say?

Excuse me. I didn't have
the right to say it.

But, Eddy...

In all my life, I've never
admired a woman more.

Do you understand?

Eddy... Eddy, I really
don't understand
what you're talking about.

Eddy!

Eddy, I...

Please, please.
Just go away.

I don't understand.
Are you angry with me?

No, of course not.
Then what's wrong?

Chiquita, will you...

I love you! I love you!
You know that, don't you?

No, I don't.

I don't understand
all this, Eddy.

Well, it...
It's nothing you'd
like to understand.

All right.

I'm going to die!

Maybe you understand that.
It's that plain and simple.

The doctor used
a fine $20 phrase,
"unfortunate prognosis."

That's polite
for "hopeless."

Eddy, wait a minute.
What's hopeless?

The doctor said...

He said I have
a year to live.

It's a funny little thing
called haematocytosis.

Perfectly harmless
to your neighbors,

only you get gobbled up
and disappear.

Eddy, I can't believe it.

That's what I told
the good doctor.

He turned away
and shook his head.

Then we'll go
to another doctor.

Chiquita, stop it! I've
been to three and their
opinions don't differ.

Eddy, they...

So much for love

or whatever future
we might have...

Does anyone know?

Only Lou.

Does Peter know?

Not yet.

Look, look at
the speed of the river.

It's strange how unreal
the real can be.

I have to call
my folks in Boston
and say hello.

Eddy.

Eddy, I would
be so proud
to be your wife.

I don't want pity.

It has nothing
to do with pity.

No, I couldn't do that.

(SOBBING)
Eddy. Eddy. Eddy.

Eddy, I love you so much.

You love me?

For such a long,
long time.

I want to be your wife.

You know,
if this weren't Edith's
wedding present,

out the window
it would go.

(PLAYING PIANO)

Sure, $20 worth of Renoir.

D7th.

(PLAYING PIANO
ON HIGHER NOTE)

You like it there?

You know, this place is
getting a little crowded.

Not with pictures,
with pianos.

You know, I knew I was
marrying for better
or worse. But two pianos?

Doesn't everyone
have two pianos?

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

Say, that's Uncle Lou.
You see, he didn't forget.

Lou promised to
take him to a movie.

The albums?
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Daddy, your albums are here.

EDDY: Fine.
Thank you, Lou.

Don't mention it.

CHIQUITA: Hello, Lou.
Chiquita.

Can I borrow him
for a couple of hours?

Well, if you promise
to bring him back.

I will.

Say, let's take Lou
with us when we go
to Bermuda next spring.

Aren't we going
to Bermuda?

Yes, sure.

And next summer
Italy and France, too?

I'm going to
row a gondola.

I'm ready.
Goodbye, Daddy.

Goodbye, Peter.

Goodbye, Chiquita.

Have a good time
at the movies, Peter.

I will. Thank you.

Last one out
is a rotten egg.

Lou.
LOU: Yeah.

Take the car.

You know, you never
trusted me with
your Stutz Bearcat.

Stutz scared cat?
What's that?

Last one out
is a rotten egg.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Chiquita.

You... You like it
better there?

Eddy, you're going
to have to tell Peter.

No, no, I can't.

You must.

I wouldn't know how
to do a thing like that.

It doesn't have to
be done tonight.

Listen, dear,
tonight, next week,
a month from now.

What difference
does it make?
I just couldn't do it.

What I want to
know is, why?

Why do they have to
destroy a man twice?

You work and work
and just when you get...

Everything.

When it gets too good,
they take it away.

Oh, Chiquita.

I don't want
to die. I don't.

I'll tell him.

I'll tell him.

Oh, God, give me
the proper words
to say to him.

Hey! This is
where you used
to play the piano.

The Central Park Casino
used to be here.
Didn't it, Dad?

EDDY: Yes, that's right.

Say, Dad.

How did they happen
to have a nightclub right here
in the middle of the park?

Well, it seemed like
a good idea at the time.

(EXCLAIMING)

And you lived up there.

Yes.

Boy, you know
what you could
have done, Dad?

You could have got
a steel cable, see,

run it from your apartment
right down here to the casino.

Then when you wanted
to go to work,

you just climb up
in your cable and go...

(EXCLAIMING)

And, boom, you'd land
right at the piano
and start to play.

Now, why didn't I
think of that?

The only trouble is,
how would you get home?

Well, I think if I got
a running start...

Dad. What did you want
to talk to me about, Dad?

Well, I...

I thought it might be fun
if we took a walk together.

Peter.

When I was in the Navy
in the Pacific,

I tried to
write to you.

There were so many things
I wanted to tell you.

You never knew your mother,

but when I lost her, I...

Peter, I need your help.

I've been thinking, Son.

The only way
I'd ever leave you again
would be against my will.

What? A trip, you mean?
A road tour with the band?

No. No, not exactly.

You're going away
for a long time?

For a long time, Son.

Will Chiquita
go with you?

No, she'll stay
here with you.

You know, Peter, there's
no one dearer to me in
the whole world than you.

But I...

I... I can't stay
with you, Son.

Do you have
to do it?
Go, I mean?

Yes.

(WIND WHOOSHING)

Well, I don't care.

I don't think
you mean that, Peter.

Don't tell me
what I mean!

You said you have to go.

You're going to
leave me again,
didn't you?

No, Peter, listen.

You don't have to
bother explaining things.

I can get along
without you.

I've done it before,
and I can do it again!

You must understand,
Peter. Listen to me.

No! No! No!

I told you it was
against my will.

Don't say that!
It's not true!

There's no one who can
tell you what to do.

Peter, there's somebody
who tells us all what to do.

You remember
the hospitals
that I've gone to,

the doctors that
I've seen recently?

Yes, but you're
all right now.
You told us.

No, I'm...
I'm sick, Peter.

I'm very sick.

And that's why
I won't be with you
much longer, Son.

(SOBBING)

Do you understand
what I'm trying
to tell you, Peter?

Do you understand?

Yes.

I think I understand.

(CRYING) Daddy!
Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

Daddy.

Hi.

Hi.

I've been lonesome
without my two men.

But it's cook's
day off, and you know
what that means.

I'll take care
of her, Dad.

Well, how about
a little double piano?

(PLAYING PIANO)

Music by Duchin.

(BOTH PLAYING NOCTURNE OP. 9)

You're getting
awfully good, Son.

It's hard to tell
where I leave off
and you begin.

(MUSIC STOPS)

(CONTINUES PLAYING PIANO)

(BOTH PLAYING PIANO)

♪♪