Original subtitles

(theme music playing)

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Meriwether.

With guest stars Roddy McDowall,

Reni Santoni.

Special guest star Marlyn Mason.

Yes, it's marvelous news, darling.

Everything you wanted, baby.

(knocking)

The door's open, Mr. Jones!

Somebody's at the door, honey.

You bet, darling.

Same time tomorrow.

(gun cocks)

Bye-bye.

I'm in here, Mr...

How did you...? (silenced gunshot)

(body thuds on floor)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(waves crashing in distance)

Ah, Mr. Lambert, here.

Oh, the car's waiting.

Hi, Mr. Lambert.

Hi. How's the action?

A little light for the happy hour,

but 8:00's booked pretty good, Mr. Brandon said.

Well, he should know.

Thanks, Eddie.

Hello, Barnaby.

What are you doing here?

Meeting a client, Joe.

What floor? 29th.

Henry Warren?

What happened?

Lieutenant, Edwards just called

from the airport about ten minutes ago.

He's on his way down with Warren's wife.

His widow.

She's been in San Francisco.

What did Warren want to see you about?

He didn't tell me.

He said on the phone he'd explain when I got here.

What time was your appointment?

Around 5:00.

Yeah, that's about the time

the medical examiner figures he got shot.

I called to tell him I'd be 30, 40 minutes late,

but nobody answered.

A neighbor said she heard the phone ringing.

Any suspects, Joe?

Yeah, one of the tenants says he thinks

he saw a stranger on 29.

You want to read his report?

I sure do.

Boy, oh, boy.

Maybe if I'd been on time, he might still be alive.

Yeah, but then again,

maybe there would've been two of you lying up there.

Excuse me.

I'm Lieutenant Taylor, Mrs. Warren.

Sorry you had to find out this way.

Please, just... let me go up.

Yeah, maybe she knows why he wanted to see you.

I'll let you know.

BETTY: Barnaby, it's really not your problem anymore.

That's what I kept telling myself all last night.

(phone ringing)

Barnaby Jones' office.

May I help you?

He's right here.

Lieutenant Taylor.

Hello, Joe.

I talked to the widow... no help.

She never even knew her husband called you, let alone why.

Okay, Joe.

Thanks for trying.

Got bills, advertisements

and something marked personal.

Retainer for $500

and a letter of confirmation.

From whom?

Henry Warren, dated yesterday.

Guess I'm still working for him.

MINISTER: And so, reluctantly, but with the knowledge

that Henry Warren richly deserves the love

and respect of those of us

who have been honored to know him,

I solemnly lay him to his eternal rest.

(engine starting)

(vehicle engine starting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(sobbing)

(piano playing gentle melody)

Hi.

Anything special you want to hear, big man?

How'd you know?

I mean, uh...

Ah, that's okay.

I'm cool about it.

I tell you, when you've been blind

as long as I have, you learn other ways to see.

Oh, not... not everybody'd pick it up.

But, at this early hour, with so few patrons in the club...

You know, no one yukking it up... I could hear you

coming across that carpet like an elephant.

And then, when you sat down...

that, uh, aftershave lotion you're wearing...

That's pine, isn't it?

Yeah.

Well, that gave you away.

A big man.

Well, you ask a silly question, and...

Yeah, and another thing...

Your voice has got an...

an outdoor, easy flavor.

Yeah, way down deep.

North Carolina, back a way.

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

I'm a country music fan myself.

You?

Never knew there was any other kind

till I started wearing shoes.

(chuckles)

Stan? Hmm?

Here. Microphone.

Oh, thanks.

Is it dark outside yet?

Not quite.

Oh.

I can't stand it in here when it's light outside.

A nightclub should be at night, right?

Any other girls work here?

Uh, there's a bookkeeper sometimes.

Oh, and Jenny.

Here... here she comes now.

(plays flourish)

(smatter of applause)

STANLEY: That crazy perfume.

I'd know it in a crowd.

Sorry I'm late.

Ah, it's no sweat.

(gentle piano music continues)

Oh, you're the singer.

I saw your picture out front.

That's me.

Ginny Lynd, girl singer.

How do you do? I'm Barnaby Jones.

That's nice.

Excuse me.

I'm thirsty.

A double, Gloria.

Here you go, sweetie.

Thanks.

Can I get you something, sir?

Glass of milk.

Well, another pussycat.

May I sit down?

I'm not in the mood for a chitchat.

I know.

I... saw you at the funeral.

(sighs)

Uh, what are you into, Mr. Jones?

I mean, uh, like, what do you do?

Private investigator.

I see.

Well, that's fine with me.

Everybody has to be something.

Sit down.

I was at the cemetery to pay my respects

to an aunt who passed away.

Yes, I, uh... checked the headstone.

Your aunt was, uh...

Abner Smith who left us in 1896.

Is it a crime to attend someone's funeral?

No, but obviously you did change your appearance

for the funeral, and you must admit

that brings up a few questions.

I'm speaking of Henry Warren's funeral.

All right, Mr. Jones.

We were close friends.

I'm not here to make judgments.

Everybody does.

When I met Henry, he was living alone.

He never mentioned a wife or that they were separated.

But he was living with his wife at the time of his death.

He'd gone back to her.

That's how I found out about their marriage.

His wife was ill.

Henry was worried.

GINNY: He thought he could see her through it...

and then discuss everything frankly

and convince her to give him a divorce.

BARNABY: And you went along with it?

No, not at first.

But then he explained why he'd kept it from me.

He wanted to marry me,

and he was afraid that I'd leave him

if I knew that he was already married.

So we started seeing each other secretly.

Does she know about you?

And the marriage was over before Henry and I met.

I'm... grateful she never knew.

I could never forgive myself the hurt.

Did she agree to the divorce, do you know?

He said so.

She was gonna have minor surgery next week,

and after she recovered,

Henry and I were gonna fly to Vegas.

I'm on.

Something giving you a bad time?

No.

Let's just do it.

(playing ballad intro)

♪ Try to remember the kind of September ♪

♪ When life was slow and oh, so mellow ♪

♪ Try to remember the kind of September ♪

♪ When grass was green and grain was yellow ♪

♪ Try to remember the kind of September ♪

♪ When you were a tender and callow fellow ♪

♪ Try to remember and if you remember ♪

♪ Then follow ♪

♪ Follow, follow, follow ♪

(faintly): ♪ Try to remember when life was so tender ♪

♪ That no one wept except the willow ♪

♪ Try to remember... ♪

Hello, Betty?

Barnaby.

Any messages?

Uh-huh.

Thanks.

♪ Try to remember when life was so tender ♪

♪ That love was an ember about to billow ♪

♪ Try remember, and if you remember ♪

♪ Then follow... ♪

Lieutenant Taylor, Barnaby Jones here.

Hello, Barnaby.

Heard you were at the Warren funeral today.

Guilty.

I also heard you followed some woman away.

Still guilty.

So where does it fit in?

Well...

Barnaby? You there?

When I find out where it all fits in,

if I find out,

I'll let you know, all right?

Now I'm trying to find out

why Henry Warren hired me.

His check came in the mail today.

Bye, Joe.

It's just that I don't like anyone coming in here this way.

Well, you really are uptight.

What you need is to get your mind off things.

Mr. Brandon, what I need is to be left alone.

I don't know if you know it,

but the owners of this club run a hotel in Acapulco.

The penthouse suite's always available to me

whenever I want it.

So, if you'd like a change of scenery,

I can always get a week off.

You're much too generous.

(door slams against wall)

I'll keep the offer open, Ginny.

Don't hold your breath, Mr. Brandon.

(playing flamenco)

(birds singing)

Hello!

Mr. Jones.

How did you know where to find me?

You got a good answering service.

(sighs) Well, I, uh, I told you all I know yesterday, really.

Yeah, but there might be some things

that you don't consider important that might be just...

Is that a Classico?

Oh, no, the name's inside.

Might be, uh, just what I'm looking for.

For instance, that man

that, uh, came out of your dressing room yesterday.

(strums guitar) Mr., uh... Brandon.

He, uh, didn't take it too cool about being turned down.

(chuckles) Emory Brandon.

He makes passes at every girl who works in the club.

Yeah, but he took it kind of sensitive.

Now, if he knew about Henry Warren...

He didn't.

No one did.

Henry never even came into the club.

Positive?

Here.

The closest anyone ever came to learning about us

was when we gave Stan Lambert a lift home one night.

And Henry used another name and hardly said anything.

So Stan couldn't possibly know who he was.

Don't be too sure.

Blind men pick up awful fast.

Now, Stan got me on shaving lotion and footsteps.

But I'm sure.

No.

How long has Stan been blind?

Since he was a boy.

Talk about guts.

No chance of an operation or...

Oh, he's been up end down the line, here and in Europe.

Mayo, Waverly in San Francisco, Rieskamp in Switzerland.

But no luck, no way.

Well, that would seem to eliminate Stan.

I got an awful funny feeling about Emory Brandon.

Can't you leave it alone?

If you keep asking questions,

it might come out about Henry and me.

Why can't you just let the police handle his death?

Ordinarily, I would,

but Henry Warren has made it my problem, too.

He hired me.

I look forward to Chip's night off.

It's a nice change.

I get to drive home with you.

(Ginny laughs)

(car engine starting)

Much traffic? No.

Ginny, sometimes it helps to talk about it.

You know, get it out.

It's like you were somewhere else tonight.

Well, it was that man who was in yesterday, Barnaby Jones.

Oh?

What was he bugging you about?

Well, I, uh...

(sighs)

Well, it all started about a year ago.

I met this man, Henry Warren.

He was an executive with a big oil company.

Pretty successful.

Well, out of sight doesn't mean out of mind.

I miss you, honey.

Sure.

Listen, I can pick you up at midnight,

and we can...

Oh?

Well, that's okay.

Maybe tomorrow night.

Okay.

Good night, Roxanne, baby.

Roxanne, baby.

I'll bet she drinks from a bottle.

Well, the only reason

Raquel Welch is not in my little black book

is because I'm not making enough money.

When are we going back into business, Stan?

Hmm?

Blackmail is not exactly like robbing a candy store.

An occupation with which I believe

you were involved when I found you.

Okay, Stan.

So you talk better than I do. Speak.

Speak better than I do.

And you play piano better than I do.

With my eyes closed, dear boy.

But right now your 750 a week is all that's coming in.

And I'm just a gopher around here.

Stan, I can't live on what you're doling out.

Now, there must be a lot of Henry Warrens in the world.

You know what I'm saying, Stan?

Patience.

I still don't understand why you'd want to kill someone

who's bringing in 1,500 dollars a month.

I killed Henry Warren because he had to be killed.

Stan, please.

Stanley, please!

I told you Warren was bluffing

when he said he was getting a divorce

and didn't have to pay anymore.

No.

He suspected something.

He knew I wasn't blind.

He was even threatening me,

he was going to hire a private detective to prove it.

No, I'm afraid our golden goose had to go,

but I think I've got another.

Who?

Where?

Wh-What have you got on him?

The blind man hears a lot.

The blind man sees a lot.

(playful ending notes)

Emory Brandon, the manager of our cozy club.

(shaver buzzing)

Here.

Try some of that.

What's the occasion?

It's your birthday. Congratulations.

My birthday isn't for another six months.

You found me out.

I can't resist a sale at the drugstore.

Here, I checked the message service.

Those are the messages.

"Ruth Warren."

"Last night."

"Can I please stop by?" Tsk.

When I saw that poor, unhappy girl yesterday,

I almost decided to send the check back

and forget the whole thing.

Almost?

And then I got to wondering

what it was that Henry Warren wanted to tell me.

And I thought, just possibly,

it might have something to do with his murder.

It could be what Henry wanted to see you about.

Then again, it...

might be nothing.

Nothing at all.

Well, maybe if you let me judge that.

Well, I was going through Henry's checking account,

and there's been a $1,500 cash withdrawal

the first of every month,

and no record where it's gone to.

How long had that been going on?

Eight months.

Did you notify the police?

Not yet.

Any particular reason?

Privacy, I guess.

So, if it has to do with his murder,

follow it and let the police know.

But if it's another woman...

Drop it.

Frankly, I... I don't want any names, times... places.

I understand.

Well, if... you want to get in touch with me again,

I'll be here all week, and...

after that, you can reach me at the, uh,

Parkhill Clinic in, uh, San Francisco.

Well, I hope to be calling you before then.

EMORY: How long you going to take the sun?

Oh, hush!

Lot cooler inside, Gloria.

But I like it out here.

And if you have to be back to the club by 6:00...

Oh, catch.

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

Hi, Chip.

I wanted to discuss a little business, Mr. B.

I'm busy right now.

Uh, Mr. B, I have some interesting invoices

on a private arrangement you have going

with, uh, Continental Meat Company,

Cornwall Liquor

and Ace Linen Supply.

Are you still busy?

Well, uh, $1,500 sounds reasonable

to keep it just between us.

I mean, considering how your employers might take it.

To say nothing of Internal Revenue.

Now, look, uh... I think we'd better talk a bit.

Talk is cheap.

Let's say you make the first installment tonight

in the parking lot at 8:00.

Bye.

(playing gentle melody)

Evening, Mr. Jones.

(laughs)

Couldn't fool you, huh?

Not with that shaving lotion.

(stops playing)

Seventh inning, folks.

Well... it's nice to see you're becoming a regular.

What's the special attraction?

The atmosphere.

You mean Ginny?

Just a little early for her yet.

Why should I mean her?

Well, you see, we're pretty close,

and she sounds off to me when things get her down.

As a matter of fact, uh,

she leveled with me about you.

Oh?

Yeah.

She's the best.

I'd, uh, hate to see anyone giving her a bad time.

So would I.

(chuckles)

That's nice to know.

(resumes playing gentle melody)

BARNABY: Oh, miss.

(gasps)

(sighs)

I didn't mean to startle you, but, uh...

could we have a few words before you went in?

What is it?

Well...

for a man who carried only credit cards,

Henry Warren drew an awful lot of cash

the first of every month.

Being close to him, uh, well, you know...

Okay, why don't you just...

lay it on the line, Mr. Jones?

You think he was keeping me.

We were in love.

He offered friendship, love and understanding.

Period.

(tires screeching)

Good evening.

I'll park it for you, Mr. Brandon.

No, leave it. I'm coming right out.

Your friend was here again.

I know. I saw him out back.

Is he still there?

How should I know?

Hey, what time is it?

Mm, 8:00 on the button.

Would you fill in for me?

Oh, sure.

♪ ♪

Every time I got one thing figured out, Betty,

something comes along to shoot it down.

BETTY: Like?

Stan Lambert's man, Chip,

took what was either a bribe or a payoff from Brandon.

(sighs) All right.

I'm dense. What does it mean?

Maybe nothing.

But Chip is at the club.

There's a lot of money.

Ginny is at the club.

She was mixed up with Henry Warren,

who had been making some sort of payments to somebody.

I don't know how it all adds up.

But you're going to run it through your little computer.

(phone ringing)

Barnaby Jones' office. May I help you?

This is Mr. Lambert.

Is Mr. Jones there?

One moment, please.

It's Stan Lambert.

Hello?

Uh, Mr. Jones?

Uh, I've... got a, got a sort of problem.

I was wondering if you could drop around to my place.

Sure. How's 5:00?

Oh, fine.

The address is 5611 Fountain.

Thank you very much.

Bye.

Wonder what that means.

Don't ask me.

Ask the little computer.

ANNOUNCER (over TV): Two down here in the fourth inning.

The Dodgers leading the Cardinals

eight to one, thanks to an eight-run second inning. (door buzzer sounds)

Just a minute.

Eight runs on nine hits.

There's a fastball and a high bouncer down to third base.

Joe Torre gloves it.

The throw across to first... (turns volume down)

in time, and that'll do it here in the fourth.

So, the Cardinals now will be coming up,

trailing eight to one.

Who's there?

Barnaby Jones.

Oh, hello, Mr. Jones.

Hello.

Th-Th-Thank you for coming over.

Come in.

I, uh, would have explained to you over the phone,

but, you see, uh...

well, it's something rather personal.

What's the score? (turns TV off)

Hmm? Oh, uh, it's Dodgers eight to one.

(sighs)

Mr. Jones...

there is this, uh, fellow who, uh...

who does things, takes care of me.

His name is, uh, Chip Rawlings.

I was wondering how you got around.

(wry chuckle)

Well, I hear that he has been spending a lot of money lately.

Uh, much more than he could afford on what I pay him.

Maybe he's got a rich aunt he hasn't told you about.

(chuckles) No.

No, he's got something going for him.

Mr. Jones, the point is, we're close friends...

At least I thought we were...

And he hasn't leveled with me about this.

Any indications?

Eddie.

The-the parking lot attendant.

Well, he said that he saw Chip and Brandon

out in the parking lot about the same time

that Ginny and you were there.

Eddie said that he heard Brandon talking

about a lot of money that, uh, he owed Chip.

Does Eddie work for you, too?

Oh, no, no.

I tip him pretty good.

Mr. Jones, the point is that,

well, if Chip is doing something shady

with the outfit I work for, it hits me.

It... my job, maybe.

Now, it's important to me, Mr. Jones,

and I-I was wondering if...

if you could tell me anything that you saw

that, well, I should know.

Well, uh, they left together.

Uh, n-no, no, no.

I mean, what exactly did you see?

They took Brandon's car... That's all.

That's all?

Mm.

Oh.

Oh, well...

Well, look, m-maybe I'm wrong.

Mr. Jones, I would like to pay you for your time.

Oh, that's all right.

Just, uh, play me a couple of requests

next time I come in.

Oh, any time.

(door opens) CHIP: Hi.

Picked up your stuff at the cleaners, but...

I'm sorry... I-I didn't realize you had company.

No, that's all right.

I'd like you to meet Barnaby Jones.

Howdy.

Pleased to meet you.

STANLEY: Chip?

What were you doing in the parking lot

last night around 8:00 with Brandon?

I'd better be on my way, Mr. Lambert.

Oh, no, no, wait. Please, wait a minute.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't you lie to me.

You were seen.

(sighs)

Okay.

I had a little action going with, um...

a few baseball bets.

Big bets.

Okay, they were big bets.

He gave me odds, and he lost.

You listen to me.

You take one cent from anyone I work for from here on in,

and you are through. Do you understand?

All right. I...

I didn't know it was such a big deal.

I have a working relationship to protect,

and I will not have you jeopardizing it.

Okay.

Okay.

Uh, Mr. Jones,

I-I'm sorry for losing my temper like that, but, uh...

well, I did want you here in case he denied it.

Sure.

I'll find my way out.

♪ ♪

Of course I remember his face.

I'll probably never forget it now.

He look anything like that?

Oh, no, no.

I told the police.

He was sort of, uh, medium height,

uh, medium build,

and his hair was...

Yeah, I know. Uh, medium.

Thank you very much, Mr. Kramer.

Oh, Ms. Warren,

I thought you'd like to know about the money.

It didn't go to a woman.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Jones.

That'll make my crisis that much easier.

Crisis?

Oh, I know I'm overdramatizing.

I'm having a cataract removed from my eye.

The doctor says there's nothing difficult about it at all.

It's just that,

well, anything to do with your eyes, you know.

That's that clinic.

The one in San Francisco?

Yes.

It's the best, and I'll have Dr. Waverly.

He's one of the finest surgeons in the country.

Henry found out about him.

Did Mr. Warren ever go up there with you?

Oh, yes.

He... he investigated the place thoroughly.

The clinic, the entire staff.

He was like that, you know.

Very precise.

Well, good luck, now.

And I'll keep trying to find out where the money went.

BETTY: In San Francisco.

Person-to-person to Dr. Waverly at the, uh...

Parkhill Clinic.

Parkhill?

Yeah, and find out

what, uh, Stan Lambert usually does after hours.

I've heard him talk a lot about digging country music.

Anyhow, musicians don't usually go to bed till the sun comes up.

I wonder if it's the same for blind musicians.

I wonder if he's blind.

What?!

And Betty, keep tonight open.

I may need you later.

Well, sure. Barnaby...

The San Francisco call?

Yes, sir. (sighs)

Mind your own business, Betty Jones.

(playing upbeat country tune)

Don't let me down now, partner.

Thank you.

Are you ready?

Go ahead.

What's that for?

Sound gives him the distance and the direction, dummy.

Again.

Wow. Hey.

That was about ten degrees too high.

(applause and cheering)

Good shooting.

Very nice.

Thanks. Mr. Jones.

Gee, what a surprise.

Well, best country music in town.

Hey, that exhibition of yours... that, uh...

Mm, very good.

Oh, God, I just got lucky.

I used to be pretty fair at darts myself.

Oh, yeah? Well, you give me three to one odds,

and I'll take Stan.

$15 to five?

You got a bet.

Ah. You go first, Mr. Jones.

All right.

25 points.

75.

(scattered applause) 125.

125. Wow, Mr. Jones, that's good.

Ah, thanks.

Hmm. Thank you.

Mr. Jones, uh, could you tap the board between throws?

Surely.

75 points. Nice going.

(taps four times)

(onlooker gasps)

Okay, Stan, one more like the first one.

75. Come on now.

(taps four times)

(sighs)

(crowd gasps)

What happened?

Will someone tell me what happened?

He almost got him.

Mr. Jones?

Mr. Jones!

Yeah.

STANLEY: I'm sorry.

I never should have agreed to this.

I am sorry.

Forget it.

Accidents will happen.

Is there anything...

Anything I could do to make up for it?

Yeah, just... Thanks.

Forget it.

Say, uh, you've been around country music awhile.

Uh, are you really a longtime fan?

Oh, the longest.

Do you remember country Dan Joslin?

Well, how-how did you know about him?

I mean, I haven't heard a Joslin platter

since I played Nashville.

Now, how'd you come up with that one?

Oh, somebody laid a record on me the other day.

An old one... 78.

How'd you like to come by my place

and hear it on your way home?

Well, I'd love to.

Well, if you don't mind, I'll wait in the car.

I hate country music.

No need.

I'll take Mr. Lambert home.

Well, great.

I've had this place.

Let's go. All right.

Well.

Well, I'll set you right down here

in this soft sofa.

Mm. Oh!

Sorry. Oh.

It's okay.

Whoa. Oh, that's very comfortable.

Well, it's not much,

but it's cozy.

Ah.

And, uh, my phonograph, uh...

It isn't exactly as good

as that elaborate setup of yours,

but, uh,

the record should be right...

Hmm.

Not here.

The housekeeper must have moved it.

Oh, take your time.

There's no sweat.

Oh, here it is.

I'd like to even the score for the dart you threw.

(panting)

Okay.

So you know.

Sit down.

How did you find out?

What difference does it make?

I want to know.

I put a few things together.

For instance, that shaving lotion that you knew me by.

I had another one on

the last time I was in the club.

And then there was your television set

in your apartment.

It was warm when I leaned against it.

A blind man doesn't normally look at television.

Ugh! That's no proof.

What made you close in tonight?

Same reason that Henry Warren got suspicious.

Dr. Waverly and his Parkhill Clinic.

Ruth Warren put me on to that.

Her husband only knew

that he had operated on a musician from Los Angeles.

I guess he wanted to prove that you really could see.

I made one call and found out

that Dr. Waverly had operated on you

two years ago in Switzerland.

Stan, when a man regains his sight,

it's an occasion for celebration.

A time for shouting hosannas and offering thanks.

How come you just pretended that nothing happened?

The greatest mistake I ever made was having that operation.

When you've been a blind musician all your life,

oh, you're something special.

An oddity.

A commodity.

He can always get work.

Someone always wants to book an attraction like that.

Maybe, but the important thing is your hands.

Oh.

(laughs)

I have no illusions about my talent.

I am adequate.

That's all.

See, with my sight,

I would just be another club date musician,

standing in line scratching for work with the rest.

So...

I led two lives.

The public one

and the private one.

And your private life paid off too well to stop.

Yeah, who would suspect a blind man and what he sees,

but he saw and remembered and blackmailed.

And made a small fortune.

It is too bad for you

that you and I are the only two who know.

That is where it stops.

Not quite.

Betty?

(door opening)

STANLEY (on tape): See, with my sight,

I would just be another club date musician,

standing in line, scratching with the rest.

I'll take that.

Mr. Lambert,

that gun isn't loaded.

(clicking)

This one is.

(playing pretty tune)

Oh, no. Please sit down.

Gloria said you wanted to say good-bye.

Your new accompanist is gonna work out okay?

Well, maybe Stan was better, but, uh,

I doubt if this one steals, blackmails, bribes and murders.

That's something.

You're something, too.

Thanks.

I should hang in there, huh?

(laughs)

♪ It's very clear ♪

♪ Our love is here to stay ♪

♪ Not for a year ♪

♪ But ever and a day ♪

♪ The radio and the telephone ♪

♪ And the movies that we know ♪

♪ May just be passing fancies and in time may go ♪

♪ But oh, my dear ♪

♪ Our love is here to stay... ♪

(theme music playing)