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♪ All the day long
whether rain or shine ♪

♪ She's a part
of the assembly line ♪

♪ She's making history
working for victory ♪

♪ Rosie brrr the Riveter ♪

♪ Keeps a sharp lookout
for sabotage ♪

♪ Sitting up there
on the fuselage ♪

Never can get enough girls
for all the shifts.

And heaven knows we have to work

24 hours a day for victory.

Sure.

They're a real nice bunch,
you'll see.

This here's Martha.

'Martha, meet Alice Miller.'

Hi there. Joining the line?

I suppose.

Husband overseas?

- Watch it girls.
- Oh, goodness.

Better get that girl
a pair of slacks.

That's Fannie.

Dottie.

This the new girl?

Yes, sir, my neighbor Alice.

Know how to work
a vertical lathe?

I've never worked a day
in my life.

Oh, it's no tougher than a
sewing machine, you'll see.

What is it?

Air raid siren.
Just practice.

If it was the real thing,
you would have heard

the bombs already.

♪ Rosie the riveter gal ♪

Lil.

Hey, Dana.

Are these the Rosie
the Riveters?

Give 'em the parts,
a few weeks

they could build you
a war plane.

How's your story going?

Well, this was the assignment
that nobody wanted.

But my great aunt was
one of the workers.

And turns out, there's
a bigger story here.

Martha, come meet
Lilly Rush.

You're the lady detective?

Nice to meet you.

Martha worked with
my Aunt Alice.

A real nice gal.

Quiet as a mouse, at first,
but couldn't have been sweeter.

Terrible, what happened?

The official story
was she died in a fall?

But here's the thing.

The night they say she fell
was my last night on the job.

Before I left, I asked the owner

where Alice was..

...wanting to say goodbye.

And?

He told me she quit.

Wasn't working there anymore.

But they found her body
the next day

at the factory
in her work clothes.

Could your memory be...
mistaken?

Ah...you get old

you start
forgetting things.

You don't start
making them up.

What was the owner's name?

Henry Walker.

Mean as a snake,
and a drinker.

I could smell liquor on
his breath that night.

Guy was hiding something.

Like maybe Alice didn't fall.

Maybe she was pushed.

A 60 year old case?
Talk about your ancients.

- Who brought it to you, Lil?
- Dana Hunter.

Her great aunt died
in a factory accident, 1943.

'Is that that pushy reporter?'

Yeah, the pretty one.
Covers court.

She's doing a story
on the women of World War II.

Met some of the factory girls
who knew her aunt.

I don't like that Dana.

Yeah, that's 'cause
she covered the Chimayo job.

Kept writing
you had no new leads.

Truth hurts, man.

Anyway now she's thinking
this accident

looks more like homicide.

Say it was. Doer's probably
dead. Whole thing's a formality.

You just don't want to drive out
to Records and Storage.

Sixty years, huh?

Sixty one.

Skip it. No one cares.

What's with you?

He's just happy.
It's his anniversary.

'You want to KO this one, boss?'

Too old to matter?

'No. Take a drive.'

'See what's there.'

Great, boss. Thanks.

We really need this
"Police Telegraph"?

'Need everything we can get.'

It's probably, like...one page.

'Oh, we could blow it off.'

60 year old case..

...we're not going
to need much help.

What's the factory report say?

'Accidental death.'

Impact from the fall
broke her neck, but..

Hmm, this is interesting.

Guess who found her body?

Uh... I give up.

- Henry Walker.
- The mean drunk?

The mean drunk who told Martha

Alice didn't work there anymore.

Hmm.

Oh, September '43.

Telegraph from
the 39th District.

Three pages.

"Alice Miller, age 22.

"Reported missing by husband,
Nelson, 11:20 in the evening."

"He found two whiskey glasses
on the kitchen table

"when he came home,
but...no Alice."

She was partying with someone?

And Henry Walker had liquor
on his breath that night.

Drinking buddies?

Or more?

Problem is, Walker's dead.

1988.

Is anyone alive?

Alice's husband..

...in East Falls.

I never understood
those whiskey glasses.

Alice and I were teetotalers.

You were out
that evening?

Seeing about getting
my old job back.

Got home and don't I find those
two glasses out on the table?

What time was that?

Oh, eight or so.

I got worried enough
by 11:00 to notify the police.

You didn't know
she'd gone to the factory?

She'd quit that place the day
I got back from the war.

So you must have been surprised
they found her there.

I'd only been back a few days.

I figured, crossed wires.

Maybe they got her to come back
for one last shift.

- She didn't like the job?
- Oh, she did.

- But she was a "Curtains Girl".
- What's that?

The saying was,
"When it's curtains for the Axis

it's lace curtains
for her."

So when the war was done,
back to the kitchen?

I know it's out of fashion now,
but that's all Alice wanted.

I-I blame myself
for sending her to work.

It was my idea.

♪ Till then my darling ♪

Tomatoes do real well,
so do radishes.

It's so difficult
preparing Nelson's meals.

He won't eat
that variety meat.

'Our boys need the fresh cuts
more than we do.'

Take a look, Nelson.

We've planted
our own Victory Garden.

Swell.

Alice..

♪ Our dreams ♪

♪ Will live though
we are apart ♪

'Oh, no.'

We knew this was coming.

What'll I do?

Write me every day.

Pray for victory.

It's his duty, Alice.

I know.

I know.

Look here, Kitten.

"Women wanted."

"For important war work."

Oh, no. I couldn't possibly.

Lot of girls are working
for victory.

I'm too shy.

I'm not cut out
for that kind of thing.

It'll help pass the time.

Bring me home faster.

I'll take you
to the factory Monday.

Introduce you to my boss.

Kitten, give it a try.

You might surprise yourself.

♪ Is nothing
but time till then ♪

I should have listened to her.

She was too delicate
for that kind of thing.

Ever meet Alice's boss,
Henry Walker?

No, never did.

'Know any of her
factory friends?'

Just our neighbor Dottie,
who got her the job.

Lives right over there.

I was Mr. Walker's secretary.

Good man?

He was a Christian man..

...but he was in a lot of pain.

He lost two sons
to the war.

Is that why he drank?

He wasn't a saint.

Think he and Alice
could have had a drink

together before work
that night?

Heavens no.

He was the boss, she was..

She was just a factory girl.

It's probably been done before.

More likely it was
one of her new friends.

What new friends?

Alice had started to run
with a fast crowd at Brill.

And they were known
to hit the sauce.

Hmm, so was your boss.

Once again, Mr. Walker
and Alice were not friendly.

What was the problem?

A secretary doesn't
tell secrets.

Mr. Walker's dead, Dottie.

You...you can't hurt him.

Well.

Alice did come to me one day..

'I say it's rotten,
we girls getting'

the lowest wages.

Why don't you write
Mrs. Roosevelt about it?

She likes to meddle
into unpopular causes.

Excuse me, Dottie.

You should be on a poster
with that perfect wave.

Am I intruding?

I'll leave you girls.

Stay away from that one.
She's got a past.

So, how are you doing
out on the floor?

I've doubled my pace
on the drill press.

Well, that's fine.

I've noticed something,
Dottie, the last few weeks.

What's that?

We're missing boxes of rivets.

Every third day
we're short one.

You must be counting wrong.

No. I'm sure of it.

- I thought I'd tell Mr. Walker.
- I wouldn't.

Someone stealing materials like
that, it's awfully unpatriotic.

Alice, listen to me now.

Don't mention it to Mr. Walker.

Sounds like something the boss
would want to know.

Unless he was the one
lifting the boxes.

Mr. Walker wasn't a saint.

What can you remember from the
night Alice died, Dottie?

Big event like that probably
stayed in your mind pretty good.

I do recall that
Mr. Walker disappeared

for quite a while that night.

And..

...that was unusual.

Were you there when he found
Alice the next day?

No.

We worked the night shift
that evening.

He...he shouldn't
have been there in the morning.

My dad worked
his tail off for Brill.

If he was there
that morning..

...it's 'cause he stayed
all night doin' the books.

He do that a lot?

Pull all-nighters?

Whatever it took.

What about drinking
on the job?

Was that a regular thing?

Oh, he was a drunk
his whole life.

Died of liver failure.

How 'bout Alice Miller?

How'd she and your
dad get along?

Look, fellas..

I was 17.

I was thinking
'bout other things.

You remember her accusing
him of skimming supplies?

You know about that?

Yeah.

My, uh..

...older brothers
died in the war.

Dad felt he was owed
some payback.

That justified the pilfering?

Alice shouldn't have brought
that up to him.

So she did confront
him with it?

Wanna go
to the show tonight?

There's something new on.

Yeah. What?

Think it's called
"Casablanca."

Take a girl your own age.
Someone from school.

Oh, they're all
a bunch of dumb clucks.

Inventory.

Fourteen propellers assembled,
geared and inspected.

Sixteen for me, dad.

Keep 'em coming.

Um, Mr. Walker,
can I have a moment?

♪ I've shed a million
teardrops or more ♪

It's about, um...
the blind rivets.

Yes?

They disappear
with regularity.

Both the Cherry and DuPont.

I-I know what
you're doing.

What?

That you're involved
with side businesses.

You want to be fired
on the spot, Miss Miller?

No.

I want something else.

I need help.

There's someone named Ivan.

Who was Ivan?

Alice had secrets.

No guesses
on what that all meant?

All's I know is..

...she thanked him
for his help.

and said she hoped to heaven
her husband didn't find out.

So who's Ivan?
A boyfriend?

What kind of help
did Alice need?

Whatever it was, she didn't want
the husband knowing.

Hmm, sounds naughty.

Why does she go to the factory
owner for help?

He had access to something
on the side...underground.

He still a suspect?

Yeah, but his motive
ain't clear.

Bank records
always come through.

What do you got?

Alice opened up
her own bank account..

...in May 1943.

Made weekly deposits of $35.

- Her factory salary.
- Makes sense.

And it keeps making sense
until July '43..

...when 2,000 bucks shows up.

How's a woman in 1943
get that kind of money?

Like I said, naughty.

Your mind goes right
to the gutter.

Who wants to bet me?

I do. 20 bucks.

Going to court, boss.

Dana dug through her attic
last night..

...has something for me.

Send her my regards.

Mm-mm.
Never heard of Ivan.

Me, neither.
Where'd you hear the name?

Just came up
in the investigation.

Maybe part of her new crowd
from the factory.

Nelson tells me
Alice was a writer.

'Oh, yeah?'

Poems, short stories.

She was too shy
to let anyone read 'em.

But she always said
"Everyone had at least one story

that could stop your heart."

So you take after her.

I'll let you gals talk.

Now, if you'd packed
your lunch you wouldn't have

to pay six dollars to eat.

Child of the Depression.

Made you a frugal man?

Alice lived through
the Crash, too. She understood.

A lesser woman might
have minded it. Not her.

Bye.

For years people tried
to set him up after Alice died..

...and he'd just say,
"I've had my wife."

So what'd you find
in the attic?

Oh, her diaries.

These cover the early '40s.

Hmm, maybe she wrote about Ivan.

"Badminton with the gang."

That was the big sport
in '43.

"Took the Pennsy Railroad
to visit mother."

'Amtrak hadn't made
the scene yet.'

Anyone find Henry Walker?
Or Ivan?

Looking.

"Rations on beef means
eggs or horse meat for supper."

'Horse meat?'

Oh, that's a deal breaker.

Ooh, pay dirt.

Ivan?

Uh, Henry. "June 12, 1943.

"Henry sent me
to Smokey's Dance Hall."

♪ I never cared ♪

♪ Much for moonlit skies ♪

♪ I never winked back ♪

♪ At fireflies ♪

♪ But now that the stars ♪

♪ Are in your eyes ♪

♪ I'm beginning
to see the light ♪

I'm looking for
the owner. Richard?

- Not here.
- Oh, um..

Maybe I can help you.

I doubt it.

What do you want from Richard?

Nylons? Liquor?

Certainly not.

Black market's his specialty.

That's not what I'm after.

Old Stag with soda, Bruno.

You drinking?

I have to get home.

For what?

Not the husband or kids.

Dr. IQ on the radio?

Maybe I will have a drink.

On the house.

Yeah.

Lonesome, ain't it?

All the men overseas.

Can be.

They tell you at work
to steer clear of me?

On account
of my checkered past?

No details.

Just to keep your distance.

What did you do?

They say I shot my husband.

And I did, too.

But I had a reason.

Did you kill him?

Just blew up his shoulder.

He ran off after that.

So whydidyou come
to Smokey's, huh?

I came because
I believed what you said.

♪ Shadowboxing in the dark ♪

End of entry.

She believed
what Fannie said, when?

Who's Fannie?

One of the factory girls.

You think she really shot
her husband?

- Better find out.
- I'll go with you.

I'd like to meet
an 80 year old who shot a guy.

Me and Alice, we started
out kinda shaky

but...then we got along.

We pulled an arrest record
from 1940, Fannie.

Hmm, not my best year.

Seems you shot your husband
in a late-night dispute?

Not until he took a screwdriver
to my head.

- Yeah, that's in there, too.
- Humph.

You didn't have any reason
to hurt Alice, did you?

No, sir!

I loved that girl.

You two must have
been an odd pair.

Wartime made
for unusual companions.

All the men were away.

You made friends
where you could find 'em.

So you and Alice
found each other.

Making B-25s together
kinda bonds you.

Did you ever hear
her talk about Ivan?

Sure.

'Who was he?'

Her cousin, in Europe.

You see, her family was Jewish.

She hadn't heard from Ivan
in months, which worried her.

And I told her
she had good reason to worry.

♪ Shoo shoo shoo baby ♪

♪ Shoo shoo shoo baby ♪

♪ Bye bye bye baby ♪

♪ Do-dah do-day ♪

I met this seaman
last night at Smokey's.

You meet a seaman
every night at Smokey's.

Anyone bring stockings
to donate?

I did.

Penciling in your own seams
looks just

'as nice as real nylons.'

Matter of opinion.

Smoking now, are we?

Just on breaks.

♪ But papa's gotta
be rough now ♪

So this here sailor
just came back from Europe.

He says there's real bad things
happening over there.

Like what?

Like there's these camps
for Jews.

We're doin' the same
to the Japs.

'Cept these aren't
just internment camps.

Then what are they?

They're killing people there.

We'd be hearing it on Ed Murrow
if that were true.

You sure
they're doing that to Jews?

Herding 'em up
and takin' em off to die.

- I don't believe it.
- Neither do I.

♪ Your big tall papa's off
to the seven seas ♪

It seems crazy now.

But most people
didn't know the truth

until the liberation.

Hmm.

So Alice was trying
to help Ivan?

Smokey's owner was a Portuguese
fellow... Richard.

Had a...contact
in the consulate

who could be helpful
to her.

For a fee.

Said for $2,000

he would smuggle Ivan
into Lisbon.

The amount
in her bank account.

Oh, so...she got the money?

Any idea how?

Well, no thanks to her husband.

So Nelsondidknow Ivan?

Oh, sure.
And Alice begged him to help..

...but he wouldn't budge.

Thought you didn't know
who Ivan was, Nelson.

You forget he was
your wife's cousin?

No.

Then what?

I want to cooperate.

It's a funny way
of showing it.

I brought these letters.

All my correspondence
from the war.

Let's not lose focus.
Why did you lie about Ivan?

Because I didn't believe her.
I didn't think he was in danger.

Here, this letter
is from Alice, June, '43..

...asking me for the money.

And tellin' you what she heard
about the camps?

But I was in Europe.
I'd never heard such a thing.

I thought it was just gossip
that she

picked up at the factory.

And you're a frugal man.

So I wrote back and said no.

A few months later,
Ivan was dead.

So how do you figure
- Alice came by that 2
- K?

I don't know how.

But with these letters,
you can tell when.

What do you mean?

She wrote about him in every
letter until July 11.

And then she doesn't
mention him again.

So the problem
was solved by then.

- Can we hang onto these?
- Please.

I'm sorry I lied.

I just..

...been so ashamed
of this for 60 years.

Between the diaries
and letters, we know

Alice got
that money July tenth.

A month after she started
trying to raise it.

Could be the month Ivan died.

So what happened
that day, July tenth?

Well, she worked
a day shift then there was a

"Swing for Victory"
dance at Smokey's.

- Smokey's again.
- 'Yeah.'

'I figure something happened
that night.'

Someone she met there,
gave her the 2K.

In exchange for what?

Let's recreate the night.

Go back to Smokey's and take

'Fannie and Martha with us.'

Well, the place is still around.

- An Italian restaurant now.
- There you go.

Scotty found the old owner,
uh, Richard. Retired in Merion.

Well, between the three
of them maybe they can piece

together Alice's night.

Let's take a field trip.

Ohh.

Lordy,
I spent a lot of hours here.

'It makes me feel 20 again.'

- You swing?
- Excuse me?

She means, dance.

Oh, right. Uh, no.

I'm a two-left-feet guy.

The good time girls.

- Well, look who's kickin'.
- Oh, Richard.

Francesca.

Martha.

I'm John Stillman,
and this is Lilly Rush.

Ah, how do you do?

You remember our friend
Alice Miller?

A real swell girl palled around
with us the summer of '43.

Oh, sure.
Ha ha ha.

There was one night
in particular

the Swing for Victory dance.

Big business that night.

I worked the bar with Bruno.

Oh, and I met
a real nice Marine.

And Alice and I were dancing.

Collecting a quarter a song.

That makes three dollars even.

Mmm. Martha.

Was that serviceman
getting fresh with you?

Yes. Lucky thing you came by.

Oil us up, Richard.

What you drinking?

Rum and Coca-Cola.

Saw you out there
breaking hearts, Alice.

With that neckline,
who can overlook her?

Oh, is it too low?

Oh, it's just not the Alice
we met a few months ago.

I suppose it's just nice having
some men our age around again.

They'll all be shipped off
again soon.

Then it's back to us girls
and the gimps with bad teeth.

We are not all 4-F.

$20 for every dance
the rest of the night.

- Why, Buddy.
- Starting right now.

You got to stop this.

You're selling your
dances, I'm buying 'em.

You can't keep
following me.

Behave yourself, Buddy.

Don't treat me like a kid.

You are a kid.

I'm old enough
to go kill people.

I'm old enough
to be with you.

- Lays it right out, don't he?
- Mm-hmm.

Let's go for a walk.

So Henry's son was there?

I'd forgotten that.

And Alice left with him?

Don't think I saw her
the rest of the night.

The boy was pretty determined
to get her alone.

Oh, Buddy had it bad for Alice.

And I had forgotten
about that Marine, too.

Oh, look him up.

Maybe he'll get fresh
with you again.

No.

Oh, this Richard
owned a dance hall.

had a colorful career.

He was a horse bookie,
graftman

and proprietor
of a "House of Assignation."

A house of what?

It's polite for whorehouse.

I'm calling
it a night, guys.

Yeah, crap.
I gotta get home.

You want to hit the Black Sheep,
have a pint?

No, I'm good.

You talking
to Elisa at all?

Uh, she's back
in the hospital.

Oh, I didn't
know, Scotty.

You know, it's a circle game.

She's sick, then better.

And for a while
you're hoping and then..

...it starts again.

Yeah.

I just can't go round and round
with her anymore.

So, I was sweet on Alice.
So what?

Sweet can turn to sour
on a dime.

And if it's "So what?"
why not tell us that

in our first conversation?

It was just a kid's crush.

20 bucks in 1943 was a lot
of money to throw down.

Where's a 17 year old
get cash like that?

My dad.

'Tell us what happened
when you and Alice'

went walking after the dance.

What's it matter?

That wasn't
the night she died.

Then you don't mind
telling us about it.

Oh, Jiminy.

We didn't go walking.

We went driving.

♪ I got a gal
who's always late ♪

♪ Any time we have a date ♪

♪ But I love her ♪

♪ Yes I love her ♪

How do you come by gasoline for
this big ol' car

in times like these?

My dad has his ways.

♪ 'Cause I want her ♪

Sorry, Alice.

Honest.
I lost my cool.

Okay.

So, why are you trying
to make money?

To help someone.

Who?

It's complicated.

Never mind about it.

You and your secrets.

- Well, I got a secret, too.
- What's that?

My dad has an account for me,
for when I get called.

Yeah?

He wants me to take it
and run away.

Wait out the war.

He doesn't want to lose
a third son.

Yeah. But no amount of money
is going to make me run.

I want to serve.

Soon as I turn 18,
do like my brothers did.

♪ Is you is or is you
ain't my baby ♪

I want you to have the money.

I couldn't.

I know I'm just a kid to you.

Buddy, you're a swell
kind of guy..

...and you're gonna find a girl
who's just right for you.

Will you wait for me?

I can't.

I ain't scared of dying.

Don't say that.

But I am scared of going..

...and never having kissed you.

♪ Is you is or is
you ain't my baby ♪

Well, here's a dirty shame.

You're at that window day and
night, aren't you, Dottie?

- I was simply walking Lady.
- Weren't spying at all.

You should be ashamed
of yourself, Buddy.

I'm not.

But you're a red-blooded youth

it's almost understandable.

Please, Dottie.

You have a good man overseas
and he deserves better.

- Someone like you, you mean?
- Maybe so.

I know you'd love that.

Well, listen
to the five-cent tramp.

Says the fussy old maid.

♪ Just when you're sure
of what you'll find ♪

♪ She's gone and made a change ♪

So, you gave her the money.

Two thousand bucks.
No questions asked.

That old maid comment
must have hit below the belt.

Especially back then.

A girl who wasn't married
was considered a real flop.

And I guess..

...Dottie was pretty in love
with Alice's husband.

That could make you want
take a girl out.

Arrange for an accident.

We've been reading
your letters, Dottie.

I don't know what you mean.

'Wartime correspondence.'

'"Dear Nelson'

"How empty the neighborhood
feels with you gone."

He gave you that?

"I hear the radio
reports every night

and think of my brave soldier
fighting the Axis."

Now, why are you calling
someone else's husband

"My Soldier?"

Are you accusing me of having
an affair with Nelson?

No, we ain't.

Boy, that Alice
had all the luck.

Popular at work and more popular
than you ever were.

I wasn't in-interested in that.

Hitting the town nights
with her new girlfriends.

'Going to the show, dancing.'

'Teenage boys falling for her'

right there on the street
for all to see.

Why couldn't some stuff
like that happen to you?

Why were you an old maid, and
she was the girl of the hour?

So you know about that night
with Buddy.

Well, she had sweethearts
to spare, and you had none.

All you wanted was Nelson.

And factory accidents...
did happen.

Alice was changing.

Straying.

I felt Nelson should know.

So you wrote to him
real faithful.

Maybe he'd get the drift
you'd make the better wife.

How'd it go
when he got back?

You make your move?

He came home wounded.

And it was plain as day
that Alice didn't know

how to be a good wife anymore.

'Really nice of you
to bring pie, Dottie.'

Blueberry, too.
Nelson's favorite.

Kind of a welcome home.

Got any vanilla ice cream,
Alice? Make it a la mode.

No, I don't.

I noticed
the Victory Garden's dead.

I didn't keep it up.

House could use a dusting, too.

No pie for me, Dottie.

I'm off to the night shift.

I would think now
that Nelson's home

you'd be done at the factory.

- Easy.
- Oh, heavens, I'm sorry.

'Try this, dear.'

Since when is there whiskey
in the house?

I thought for your pain.

Do you mean to say, Alice,
that you're going to keep on

at Brill,
even with Nelson home?

Turns out I like it there.

- Do you now?
- It's nice feeling useful.

Do you know, Nelson, I helped
build fourteen B-25 Mitchells?

My.

Plus having
my own paycheck.

I give you your allowance.

Just feels different
when you've earned it yourself.

Well, I work
because I'm a single gal.

If I were married, I'd be more
than content to just keep house

do the washing, bake pies.

I made some nice friends
at the factory, too.

Yeah, I heard
about your friends.

In particular,
a young teenage friend.

I'll take these to Martha.

It's her last shift tonight.

More pie?

He didn't go for it, huh?

No.

I'm sure it's amusing
to you young people

but to this day..

...I would jump
for Nelson if he wanted me.

But he wanted Alice.

Mm.

Even after she changed so.

Now, did he go
to the factory that night..

...to set his wife
flying straight again?

You were real helpful giving
us Mr. Walker, Dottie.

Is that because you were
protecting someone else?

Nelson is a good man.

'Now, come on, now, Dot.'

He ain't gonna choose you.

I saw him with Mr. Walker
that night.

Where?

They went into his office, late.

Stayed about an hour.

That's pretty surprising,
seeing Nelson there.

Yes.

'But?'

A secretary doesn't
tell secrets.

Plus..

...all those feelings
you had for him.

Nelson just wanted the wife

that he had
before he went away.

That war changed everybody.

'So..'

...news on Alice?

I talked to Dottie.

Is that right?

You knew Alice put those whiskey
glasses out that night.

And that she went
to the factory.

'Cause you went there, too.

Dottie said that?

Was it the boy?

Or that she didn't need
her allowance anymore?

Didn't make you nice
homemade pies?

You learned a lot.

It's my job.

Well, you're good at it.

I've been reading
Alice's diaries.

Told you she could write.

Did you know
she was so terrified her

first morning of work,
she got sick in the girls room?

No.

Almost left at lunch time,
'cause she felt her..

"...skills were so poor."

I didn't know that.

And she was so filthy
at the end of that day that.

She got looks
from men on the bus, who..

"Surely take a dim view of..

...working girls
in grubby slacks."

It wasn't easy for her,
making that change.

No.

But she was brave.

And cleared the way for
the people coming behind her.

I loved her.

Then honor her.

Tell the rest
of her story.

I just went
there to ask her to come home.

And what's so terrible
about that?

Nothing.

The factory owner
saw something, didn't he?

How'd you keep him quiet?

I gave him my war bonds.

I was only away six months..

...but it was like I didn't know
the girl I came home to.

- Cheers.
- To Martha.

What are you doing here?

We need to talk, Kitten.

You should be home.
You're injured.

I'm sorry, Kitten.

Okay.

Now, let's stop all this
foolishness and get on home.

I'm not off till 6:00.

Forget this place.

I don't think I can.

I don't care
about the boy.

'What Dottie told me.'

I still want to have
a life with you, Nelson.

- I do love you.
- I love you, Kitten.

It has to be a different
kind of life now. I changed.

Give it six months.

You'll change back.

No.

I couldn't bear
to sit home.

Not making anything
of the day, having no company?

Not now, knowing what I can do.

That there's a whole,
rich life I can have

besides being a wife.

That's enough, now.

- It's that or it's nothing.
- Alice, now, you cut it out!

Nelson, let me go.

I'll let you go.

♪ Oh give me land lots of land ♪

♪ Under starry skies above ♪

♪ Don't fence me in ♪

♪ Let me ride through the wide ♪

♪ Open country that I love ♪

♪ Don't fence me in ♪ Ooo ♪

♪ Let me be by myself ♪

♪ In the evenin' breeze ♪

♪ And listen to the murmur ♪

♪ Of the cottonwood trees ♪

♪ Send me off forever ♪

♪ But I ask you please ♪

♪ Don't fence me in ♪

♪ Oh give me land lots of land ♪

♪ Under starry skies above ♪

♪ Don't fence me in ♪

♪ Let me ride through the wide ♪

♪ Country that I love ♪

♪ Don't fence me in ♪

♪ Let me be by myself ♪

♪ In the evenin' breeze ♪

♪ And listen to the murmur of ♪

♪ The cottonwood trees ♪

♪ Send me off forever ♪

♪ But I ask you please ♪

♪ Don't fence me in ♪

♪ I want to ride to the ridge ♪

♪ Where the West commences ♪

♪ And gaze at the moon ♪

♪ Till I lose my senses ♪

♪ And I can't look
at hobbles ♪

♪ And I can't stand fences ♪

♪ Don't fence me in ♪

♪ No-o-o ♪

♪ Pop oh don't you
fence me in ♪