Good Girls Go to Paris (1939) - full transcript

Subtitles: Lu?s Filipe Bernardes

I hope you won't be discouraged,
Professor Brooke,

if you find yourself with a small class.

American students seem to flock
to the easy courses.

Well, it's much the same in England,
Professor Guthrie.

Thank you so much for showing
me around.

Professor Ronald Brooke,
exchange professor from England,

will conduct a series of lectures
on Greek mythology.

How about advanced economics, Ted?

You'll learn how to take care
of your old man's dough.

Uh-uh, he knows how to do that.



Hey, fellas, how about this Greek
mythology? Sounds like a pushover.

Pushover?

Let's ask this guy, he looks
like a post grad.

Say, did you ever take this Greek course?
Know anything about it?

- A little.
- Mythology professor.

Probably some grumbling old fluff.

I'll bet he has a long white beard.

And very likely moth-eaten.

With a monocle. Pip-pip, carry on,
dash it all!

Well, how about it, pal,
is the course stiff?

Should we take it?

Oh, I'd say it was a pushover.

See, what did I tell you?
Let's all register in it.

What are we waiting for?



- Are you going to be there?
- Oh, I shan't miss a class.

Good!

Wonder if I should've brought
a notebook.

No, a pillow. This is where Mrs. Dayton's
little boy catches up on his sleep.

Gentlemen, I know you'll be happy to meet
Brand's new exchange professor.

Professor Ronald Brooke from England.

- How do you do?
- And I want to congratulate all of you...

on taking a course that,
although difficult,

will, I'm certain, prove
to be fascinating.

Thank you, sir.

You know, this instance reminds me
of one of old Aesop's fables.

The one about the wolf in sheep's
clothing, of course.

Only, in this instance, the wolf turns out
to be an exchange professor from England.

Of course, I realize how disappointed
you must be...

that I haven't a long white beard.

And that, however much
of an old fluff I may be,

it isn't apparent to the naked eye.

I hope.

All you have to do is to pass a rather stiff
examination at the end of the term.

And before I hear too many groans,

let me say that I'm going
to begin the course...

by exploring the night life of Cytherea.

A rather high-spirited wench
of ancient times,

as a matter of fact, so high-spirited
that students have been known...

to take up Greek just in order
to read it in the original.

Well...

Pip-pip, dash it all, shall we carry on?

And remember, you're waitresses,
not entertainers.

No unnecessary conversation
with the students.

- Put your legs together.
- They are!

Some of you may have heard
that last year...

two of the girls married rich
college boys.

This term, both of them asked
for their jobs back.

So let that be a...

Well?

- Did you shorten that skirt?
- No, ma'am. I starched it.

- Starched it?
- Hm-hmm, starched it.

Humph.

Let out the hem.

The students are supposed to keep
their minds on their studies.

And you girls must remember...

that we're only here to satisfy
their appetite for food.

That's all. You may go now.

- Will you sit up here, please?
- Thank you.

Jenny.

- Could I have some tea?
- Black or green?

- Ceylon, of course.
- Oh, Ceylon.

- And marmalade and toast.
- White wheat, raisin, or Russian rye?

I beg your pardon?

Do you want white bread, or Russian
rye bread, or raisin bread or...

Plain white bread, if you please.

- What time is it, miss?
- I don't know. This isn't my table.

I see you've discovered Brand's
favorite tearoom, professor.

Yes.

- Greek.
- She looks American.

Sorry, I thought you were
looking at my notes.

Your tea, sir.

What's this, a surgical dressing?

You dunk it in the water.

- You what?
- Dunk, as in doughnut.

- Haven't you ever dunked a doughnut?
- Should I have?

Oh, if you haven't you've missed
a lot of fun.

Look, it's easy.

And then you drink it?

Unless it's too hot.

- Oh... oh, I know.
- Hm?

I bet you like it the English way.

Well, what ever gave you that idea?

I guess it's the way you talk.

It's all right, He's not a student.

I'll bring your toast and marmalade
right away.

I say, could I be of any help?

No, thank you. I was just practicing.

Well, when you've finished,
may I have my paper?

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were
through with it.

No, I followed you because I was afraid
you were running off with my Greek.

No, those notes there.

- Is this girl a friend of yours?
- I wish she was.

- Good heavens, why?
- Maybe she could tell me how to do it.

- Do what?
- Go to Paris.

Do you mind if I sit down?

Do you mean to say that you
want to emulate this...

that is, be like this young woman?

Why not? She's on her way to Paris.

I'm afraid I don't quite understand.

Well, look... There's a story like this
in the newspapers almost every day.

You see, the boy always promises
to marry the girl...

and the boy's father always says no.

Then he always gives the girl money
to give up the boy...

then the girl always goes to Paris.

But my dear child, that's blackmail.

And rather a drastic means
of getting to Paris.

Oh, it sounds very simple to me.

The boy has a good time,
and the girl has a good time...

and the father's so rich he never
misses the money.

Yes, but it's hardly cricket.

And... You know, I don't even
know your name.

Jenny, after my Swedish grandmother.

Well, Jenny, even if your reasoning
were sound,

your scheme would still be
a little illegal.

Oh, I don't see why.

Now let's pretend that you're
a rich man's son...

and you're in love with me.

- That's legal, isn't it?
- Oh, yes, absolutely.

But your father says no and, uh...

- ...so he pays me money...
- Oh, but wait a minute.

That's where it stops being legal.

Just at the interesting part.

- What's your name?
- Ronald Brooke.

Ronnie, after my English grandfather.

That's my shift. The geometry class
will be in...

and they'll want buckets of coffee
to wake them up.

Did you ever hear the Aesop fable
about the sick lion?

Well, all the animals used to come
to inquire about his health.

One day the fox came.

And the lion said, 'Oh, dear, I feel
so weak today.'

Please come inside and hold my hand.

But the fox noticed that although
the lion said he was sick...

he was really very fat.

And that all of the footprints
led into the cave...

and none of them led out.

The moral, my dear Jenny, is never
venture into anything...

unless you can see your way out.

Oh, don't worry, I'll always look
for a way out.

Bye, Professor.

- Jenny! Are you hurt?
- No.

No, I'm all right, it's just my knee.

What the devil do you mean by coming
down the street in that great speed?

- Sorry, Professor...
- Sorry?

Do you realize you might have killed
this young woman?

Not a chance, these brakes
will stop on a dime.

The problem with you, Dayton,
is your father has too much money.

You think you're a privileged character.

- It's young fellows like you that...
- Professor, please.

After all, I am all right and his
brakes are good.

Say, thanks.

Is there anything I can do?

Well, I'm a little late for work
and I should change my stockings.

- It's too far to walk.
- Well then, may I?

Thank you.

Bye, Professor, don't forget your paper.

So I've discovered.

All it needs is a little service.
Just put them back together, that's fine.

Hello, honey, how about an ice cream
and cherry coke?

- Chocolate soda.
- And a pot of tea for me, and no cracks.

- Good afternoon, Jenny.
- I'm not Jenny.

Oh... Good afternoon anyway.

Jenny's gone to Hansonville.
She won't be back until tonight.

- Hansonville? Uh-oh!
- Here I am again, folks,

your old question and answer man.

Now, today we have a special quiz
on Hansonville.

And question number one is
why did Jenny go to Hansonville?

Because Ted Dayton went to Hansonville.

Hooray!

This guy's a genius!
All right, question number two.

What town beginning with H
has a parson charges only two bucks?

Let me see, uh...

- Hoboken.
- Ah, Hoboken!

Hey, you're mussing my hair.

- All right, students!
- Hansonville!

Very good, very good, that's right.

And now we come to the brain twister
of the evening.

What famous professor of Greek is slowly
losing his favorite waitress?

Come on now, Professor, who is it?

Me.

Hooray! Very good!

Dunk!

Ted, I've been an indulgent father.

I've given you everything
you asked for.

How was I to know you'd be
fool enough to propose marriage to a...

A waitress.

You say my son promised to marry you.

Yes.

Gosh, Dad, it was just fun.
I didn't really propose to her.

But he did promise to marry me.

- You can't prove it!
- But I have letters.

You mean Ted proposed to you
in writing?

Yes, he did.
In every letter, every day.

- Did you propose to her in writing?
- No. No, sir.

We'll see who's lying.

Let's see those letters.

Well?

I guess I didn't bring them with me.

I thought you were lying.

Did you hear that?

No you don't.

You're going to tell your little story
to a judge.

No, I wouldn't care to, thank you.

- Just a minute...
- I've got to do my duty, she'a a blackmailer.

I think we've got her scared plenty.

You'd better run while you've
got the chance.

I'll try and square things
with the officer.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Dayton,
I'll never forgive you...

- ...forget you for this.
- Never mind that.

See that you get out of Brand tonight...

or we'll make that town so hot you can
scramble eggs on the sidewalk.

Yes, I will.

Any report on my call to Hansonville?

Mr. Dayton and his son
left the hotel?

Cancel the call, will you, please?

- Hello.
- So there you are!

Oh, Professor, I'm in such trouble.

Well, don't stand there making
puddles, come in.

Get those wet things off,
you'll catch cold.

- I had to see you.
- I've been expecting you.

You have?

Here, put these on.

So you went to Hansonville.

- How did you know?
- And now you're in trouble.

Yes.

Well...

tell me the whole sad story.

It looks just the way you said.

I forgot about the sick lion
and walked right into his den.

Mr. Dayton showed me the way out.

He was a little cross.

I say, you didn't ask him for money!

Oh, yes. That was part of my plan.

You remember, don't you?

Yes, I remember.

Then, when I couldn't show him
the letters...

Do you mean to say that you told him
Ted had written you letters?

Sure, I had them in my bag
all the time.

You...

You had letters, from Ted...

in your bag.

- And you didn't show them to him?
- I started to...

Then I remembered all the things
you told me and...

I got the funniest feeling
in my stomach.

- In your stomach?
- Yes, it felt like this...

- Like what?
- Like this.

That was a flutter, Jenny.
That was your conscience talking.

Does that mean I'll never be able
to do anything wrong?

Not with your solar plexus.

No, Jenny, I'm afraid you're doomed
to be a good girl.

You'll feel better after a good
night's sleep.

And tomorrow we'll talk
this whole thing out.

Oh, I can't! I've got to leave
town tonight.

If I don't, they'll scramble eggs
on the sidewalk.

Mr. Dayton said so.

Do you mind if I have a drink?

Well, I guess there's nothing left to do
but go back home to Maple Leaf.

I think that's a very good
idea, Jenny.

- You do?
- Yes, I do.

You go home and forget
there's any royal road to wealth.

Be yourself, Jenny.
Follow your flutter.

And someday the right man
will come along.

- Not in Maple Leaf.
- Yes, even in Maple Leaf.

But Jenny, keep away from young men
with large cars and small characters.

And don't accept things from them.

- Nothing?
- Well, flowers, fruit and candy.

- And hospitality?
- Only of the right sort, Jenny.

But Jenny, don't be discouraged.

Good girls go to Paris too.

If I go home to Maple Leaf,

there won't be anybody to make your tea
for you... the English way.

Well, as a matter of fact,
I'm leaving myself tomorrow.

- You are?
- Yes, I'll finish my lectures...

and then, Jenny, I'm going
to be married.

Go back to England.

- Married.
- Yes, even college professors get married.

Well... I suppose there isn't any reason
why they shouldn't.

I'm going to get married
myself someday.

A French duke or something.

Jenny, remember what I told you.

Is she the one?

- Yes, that's Sylvia.
- What's she like?

Oh, she's charming, beautiful,
as you can see.

Well, guess I'd better get
my shoes on.

Oh, Jenny...

Here's something I wanted
to give you before I left.

Aesop's fables.

That's what you're always
talking about, isn't it?

Yes.

It's a wonderful present.
Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Er, what time does your train leave?

- Nine o'clock.
- Oh dear, you'd better hurry.

I'm all packed.

- Have you enough money?
- I'm gonna buy $7 worth of tickets...

and thumb the rest of the way.

- Thumb?
- Get rides, like this.

Oh, but you can't do that.

Well, if I don't get any rides, I only have
to walk two dollars' worth.

Here.

That isn't flowers, fruit or candy.

Oh, no... of course not, but...

Well, this is different, you and I
are old friends.

Here now, you consider that a loan.

You can pay me back at another time.

You're awfully good.
You've done so much for me.

Well, I like you, Jenny.

I like you too.

You'd better go now.
You'll miss your train.

- Bye.
- Goodbye, Jenny.

Oh, Jenny, here's my address
in London.

- Will you write to me?
- Yes.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Jenny.

Oh, Jenny, wait.

You'd better take this umbrella.

Thank you.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

I don't suppose you'll ever come
to Maple Leaf.

Oh, no...

No.

Bye.

- Bye.
- Goodbye.

Hello?

Hello, Tom.
You're leaving tonight?

I thought you...

No, no, I'll take you to the station.

It won't take long.
I'll be right over.

I'd like a ticket to Maple Leaf,
Minnesota, please.

Can you imagine anyone wanting
to go to Maple Leaf?

- Where to, miss?
- New York...

City!

Thank you.

This way to New York train, miss.

Hello, Jenny.

Hello.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Oh, I'm sorry. This is Tom Brand.
Jenny Swanson.

- How do you do?
- Brand?

Is this your university?

- No, it's my grandfather's.
- Oh...

It's funny, I never saw you
in the tearoom.

Jenny, Tom is my future
brother-in-law.

He came down to dedicate
the gymnasium to his grandfather.

All aboard!

You'll miss your train, Jenny.

- Well now... goodbye.
- Goodbye, Jenny.

You see, I'm sort of a father
confessor to her.

You're lucky I have a broadminded sister.

Tell her I'm leaving right after my
last lecture tomorrow.

Okay.

- So long.
- Goodbye, Tom.

You're a funny girl, Jenny.

You read Aesop's fables,

and you won't accept anything
but candy, fruit and flowers.

And hospitality... of the right sort.

- Haven't you any vices?
- I did have but...

Professor Brooke reformed me.

- Where did you meet Ronnie anyway?
- At the Butterfly Tearoom.

I waited on tables there.
Oh, it was a lovely job.

Hm, and you lost it.

I had to leave town.

- You what?
- I had to leave.

They told me if I didn't,
they'd get the town so hot...

you could scramble eggs
on the sidewalk.

- What the devil did you do?
- I tried to blackmail a college boy.

Blackmail? Say, don't you know you're
not supposed to mention a thing like that?

It wasn't successful.

Well, maybe you can try again
during the winter term.

My flutter won't let me.

Your what?

There's something in here that tells me
if I'm right or wrong.

If it's still, then it's all right.
But if it flutters, it's wrong.

A flutter will be an awful handicap
in New York.

Oh, I shouldn't be on my way
to New York.

I should be on my way
to Maple Leaf, Minnesota.

But when I went to that ticket window and
thought of working in the grocery store...

again and waiting on that old Mrs. Perkins,

and taking care of the Hopkins
children at night, I...

Well, I just bought a ticket
to New York.

Well, um... did you get a flutter?

Well, that was only half a flutter, I...

I thought maybe something I ate.

Jenny, I like you.

But you shouldn't have fooled around
with those penny-ante college boys.

- Why didn't you wait for me?
- Are you sure you're rich?

Well, my grandfather just
gave away another million.

Of course he can take it off
his income tax.

Oh, Tom, you have such
nice blue eyes.

Oh, dear...

Excuse me, miss. Would you like me
to make up your berth?

- You's in number 4, ain't you?
- Oh, it's bedtime.

And your drawing room's ready,
Mr. Brand.

Call us in the observation car, Sam.

- And knock before you enter.
- Yes, sir.

Hey, let us know how you come out.

That's nice, isn't it?

Want your shoes cleaned, Mr. Brand?

No, thank you.

Come in.

Ain't this a mistake, miss?

No, this is hospitality.

Ah!

Hospitality.

Here it is, Jenny. Music, gaiety,
beautiful women.

Where Park Avenue meets Broadway
in an atmosphere of magic romance.

I bet this place has a lot
of dirty laundry.

Jenny, did anyone ever tell you
that you're very lovely?

Uh-huh. You did, in the last place.

Uh-oh, I'm repeating myself.

Oh, it doesn't need changing yet.

Look. It doesn't show.

What time is it? I have to get up
early and look for a job, you know.

- Waiter! Check.
- Yes, sir.

Hello, Tom, darling.

Hello.

- When are you going away?
- I just got back.

Then do have a nice trip.

It's my mother.

Your father looks awfully young.

That's not my father. That's Paul Kingston,
my mother's boyfriend.

You paying for everybody?

Keep it.

Thank you, sir.

Jenny, we'll get my car and we'll
do the town.

- Must we?
- Oh, sure.

- Good evening, Mr. Brand.
- Hi, Louie.

- Here.
- Oh, thank you, Mr. Brand,

- No, no, champagne.
- Could I get some milk for me, please?

The only place left after this
is the gutter.

Don't get me wrong.
It's a great place here.

They give me anything I want.
Anything at all.

You're wanted in the back room,
Mr. Brand.

- Who wants me?
- Mr. Schultz.

Oh. Excuse me, Jenny. My past
is catching up with me.

- When do you finish at the
hospital, Dennis?

I'll be a full-fledged doctor in a week.

Then only three more years of starvation
while I build up a practice.

You're going to change your mind,
Sylvia, and starve with me.

You know, even when we were children...

you always said you were going
to be a doctor.

Your face!

What's the matter with it?

Nothing... I thought I saw it
once in a picture.

Sylvia, darling, congratulations!

I understand you're to be married
next week.

- Is this the lucky man?
- No, darling.

I'm only the man she loves.

Oh, dear, how very droll.

Well, goodbye, darling.
I hope you'll be very happy.

Why did you say that, Dennis?

I don't think that's funny.

Well, I guess it wasn't.
But it's the truth.

Sylvia, why don't you tell Olaf
you're in love with me?

Oh, don't be so difficult, Dennis.

People have been disinherited before.
They still breathe,

and walk around on two feet.

But Olaf would make such
a thorough job of it.

- What do you want?
- Please pass the salt.

Let's get out of here.

- Waiter.
- Yes, sir.

Check, please.

- Hello, Tom, aren't you going
to buy us a drink?

- No, next time, girls.
- Oh, come on, please.

- Excuse me.
- Remember me? I'm your sister.

Oh, hello, Sylvia.
Hiya, Dennis.

- Just saw Mom over at El Morocco.
- How's she doing?

She was holding her own.

Say, you'd better stay away from
Olaf when you get home.

- He's on the war path again.
- Ahhh!

Come on.

I'm terribly sorry, Jenny. A little matter
of pressing business.

A man named Shultz pressing
me for $5.000.

Gambling debt. Only I didn't know
they were playing for keeps.

- Tom, was that your sister?
- Yep.

Now you've seen the House of Brand
with their hair down.

But she's going to marry
Professor Brooke.

- That's the program.
- Tom, I don't understand.

You mean that man with her?
We all lived together...

in the same house as kids, only Dennis
had to use the back stairs.

- Back stairs?
- Great guy, though.

He worked his way through
medical school.

Tom...

Is your sister in love with
Professor Brooke?

Jenny, you're old-fashioned,
and I like it.

- Mr. Brand, what is the trouble?
- Trying to slip me a Mickey, eh?

Poisoning an old customer.

Come on, Jenny, let's get out of here.

I'm sorry, Mr. Brand,
I bring you another bottle.

Trying to give me the business.

Are you sure you live here?

Looks vaguely familiar.

Oh, wait a minute.

It's this way.

- You live here?
- No.

Do I?

If you don't, you have got an awful lot
of explaining to do in the morning.

- Pardon me.
- Certainly.

Are you somebody I should know?

My name's Jenny Swanson.

- Did you come out of Tom's room?
- Yes.

Now look here, young lady,

I'm broadminded,
but this is going to far.

No, it's all right. Tom's...

Again?

And I brought him home.

Did his grandfather see him?

No, nobody saw him.

Well, run along.
Hurry, get out of the house.

- And don't get my son drunk again.
- All right.

What? I didn't get your son drunk!
That's not fair!

He got that way himself.
I tried to stop him.

Who's there?

What's all this racket out here?

Wait a minute!

What do you mean standing
outside a man's door...

shouting at this hour of the night?

It's a wonder I don't have two
nervous breakdowns.

I got it!
It was about to bite you.

- Who are you?
- My name's Jenny Swanson.

Wha... what are you doing here?

Well, I...
You don't have to yell at me!

Who's yelling?

Olaf, what on earth are you doing
out of bed?

I spend $100.000 a year
on your stupid doctors...

and you let strangers wander around
my house at night waking me up!

But Father, this isn't a stranger,
this is er...

- Jenny.
- Yes, of course!

It's Jenny.
She's a friend of Sylvia's.

An old, old friend.
They were at Briarmont together.

They played on the same, er...
a basketball team, didn't you, darling?

- Oh, a friend of Sylvia's, huh?
- Yes!

Well, so then you're here
for the wedding.

Yes, that's it! She's one of
Sylvia's bridesmaids.

Then where is Sylvia?

Why isn't she here looking
after her guests...

instead of leaving them to wander
around the hall alone?

Now you see what you've done?

My throat is sore again!

Mr. Brand, if your throat is sore...

it's very soon to stand around
these drafty halls.

You don't have to tell me that!
Any fool knows as much!

Why didn't you stay in bed?

We spend a fortune trying to heat
this house and it's cold as an icebox.

Well, you should have more blankets
on your bed.

- Swedes need to sweat.
- By golly, she's right.

I haven't had a good sweat since
I left Minnesota.

Caroline, send for the doctor.

My throat is killing me.

Oh, you don't need a doctor for that.
I can fix your throat in a second.

- Oh, you could?
- Yes.

All you need to do is put hard
lard and turpentine...

on a piece of red flannel rag
and tie it around your throat.

It feels better right away.

- Oh, that's silly.
- What's silly about it?

My grandmother used to do it.

Yes, and a good old Swedish drink like
aquavit, that always helps.

By golly, now you're talking.

Get Chambers.

Oh, Father, you'd better let
me call Dr. Brown.

Call Chambers.

Oh, Chambers...

Strip of red flannel and a bottle
of aquavit.

Yes, madame, right away.

- I beg your pardon.
- Hello, Chambers.

- Anything wrong, Chambers?
- Oh, no, miss.

They phoned from upstairs
for some hot lard.

If it's Tom, don't pay any
attention to him.

It's your mother.

I hope you won't mind the smell.

Probably Mother's latest
beauty wrinkle.

I've got the lard heating
and I now where the turpentine is,

but there's no red flannel. Not a bit
of red flannel in the house, sir.

Oh, dear, I thought they'd given up
treasure hunts.

Get the turpentines.
I'll get the red flannel.

Did they get you up too, Jeffers?

Yes, Miss Sylvia. It seems to be
very urgent.

A question of strip of red flannel.

- How are you, dad?
- Fine, Dennis.

Did you fix up the guest room
for Jenny?

Yes, sir.

Well, see that you take good
care of her, Chambers.

Fill it up.

But, sir, this is the second
bottle of aquavit.

- And you know what the doctor said.
- Shut up, you dumhuvud waiter!

Shh! He doesn't understand Swedish.
And quit shouting so much.

That's what gives you high
blood pressure. And anyway...

People pay more attention to you
when you whisper.

- They do?
- Yes.

- Please, Mr. Brand.
- Get out.

Yes, sir.

- How's that?
- Oh, fine.

- Skol!
- Skol!

- Where's Mr. Jeffers?
- In the kitchen.

- Mr. Jeffers.
- Yes?

Mr. Brand is coming down
for breakfast.

Hurry, everybody.

Why, he never eats breakfast
with the family.

He hasn't been down for breakfast
in three years.

Mr. Tom, your grandfather's coming
down to breakfast.

Miss Sylvia, your grandfather's coming
down to breakfast.

Mrs. Brand...

- Good morning, Jeffers.
- Good morning, sir.

Well, where is everybody?
They're all late.

- Yes, sir.
- Fine family I've got.

The first time I've been down
to breakfast in three years...

- ...and everybody's late.
- Yes, sir.

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning, Jeffers.

Oh, good morning, Grandfather.

I don't know why people can't
be on time.

Ronnie...

Ronny'll be in on the 9:00 train.

Good morning, Father.

You're late, Caroline.

- Hello!
- Hello. Did you sleep well?

Stop that racket!

Yes, sir.

Best sleep I've had in twenty years.

Tom, I tried to find you
before breakfast.

I want you to meet an old school
chum of Sylvia's.

- Jenny...
- Swanson.

Of course.
They were to school together.

They played on the same hockey team.

Oh, Tom, isn't it exciting? Jenny's going
to be Sylvia's bridesmaid at the wedding.

- Bridesmaid?
- Yes, you know, dear,

It's the one that walks along down
the aisle. It's just like the best man.

Only it's a woman. And we're going
to have twelve.

Stop that foolish chatter, Caroline.

Now what do you think would
be a good thing...

for a sick man to have
for breakfast?

- Herring.
- You hear that, Ada?

One herring.

I don't believe there's such an article
in the house, sir.

What kind of a house is this
that hasn't got a herring?

Good morning, Grandfather.

Sylvia, darling. Are you going
to be surprised!

Now here's your old roommate,
Jenny. You remember, from Briarmont?

- Why, you're the...
- Shhh!

- How do you do?
- Jenny's come all the way from... Maryland,

just to be one of your bridesmaids.
Now, isn't that sweet of her?

Oh, very!
So nice to see you again.

Oh, is it?
Well, you don't act like it.

You modern girls are certainly
cold fish.

It wasn't that way when
I was young.

Grandfather, it's just that it was
such a surprise to me.

It's the way you brought her up!

She has no manners.

Who is she, one of your roommates?

- So, you're from Maryland, eh?
- No, Minnesota.

Caroline always gets things wrong.

A fine state, Minnesota.

I came from there myself.

I never should have left there.

I started forty years ago in Minnesota
as a lumberjack.

I remember the time I rescued
two men from a log jam.

- Biscuit, Jenny?
- Now don't change the subject!

Mr. Brooke is arriving, Miss Sylvia.

How are you, darling?

Fine.

I'm sorry I couldn't go to the train.

Well, bring him in here!

What are you doing out there?

- How are you, Ronnie, my boy.
- Plenty, thank you, and how are you, sir?

- Hello, Tom.
- How are you, Ronnie?

- Darling, you sit right over there.
- Thank you.

- How are you, Mrs. Brand?
- I'm fine...

So far.

Jenny.

Jenny, come here.

Oh, you don't know our Jenny.

Miss Jenny Swanson, Mr. Ronald Brooke.

He's the lucky man.

How do you do?

- It's nice to meet you.
- The pleasure's all mine.

You know, I knew a family named
Swanson once.

They lived in a town called Maple Leaf.

Jenny and Sylvia went to
Briarmont together.

Oh, really?

I would have guessed that you'd
just come from a college town.

Oh, yes, Jenny was on the hockey team.

Oh, yes, of course!

You recently played Hansonville,
didn't you?

You took an awful licking
as I remember it.

Yes, I did.
But you can't always win.

Ronnie, I didn't know that you
were interested in women's sports.

Oh, yes. Yes, I've followed some
of the players all over the country.

Did you have a nice trip, Ronnie?

- Yes. Did you?
- Yes.

Oh, he likes tea the English way.

That is, all Englishmen like tea
the English way.

Say, our Jenny's a bright girl. She knew
right off that you were English.

Oh, yes indeed.
And now, after all these years,

Jenny's going to be Sylvia's bridesmaid.

Bridesmaid?

Didn't you know they had
bridesmaids at weddings?

Oh, yes, I'm sorry.
The word always makes me jump.

Ever since my Great-aunt Agatha had
a bridesmaid who went in for blackmail.

Oh, excuse me, I'm a litte bit
nervous today. I was out late last night.

Oh, you were?
And who kept you out late?

Well, it wasn't Tom, because when I
came in his light was out.

I thought I heard you sneaking in
last night.

Oh, it wasn't me, it must
have been Dennis and...

Say, what's got into this family?

Now, there's something fishy
going on around here and...

Whisper.

You're a liar!
What are you trying to hide from me?

I don't know, Father.
I wasn't listening.

- Biscuit, anybody?
- Thank you.

- Coffee, sir?
- What is everybody whispering about?

Now this family is trying to keep
something from me.

I insist on knowing what's happening
right under my nose!

- You'd better sit down.
- I'll sit down when I find out...

It may be too late!
His face is turning purple.

Like my uncle's.
And he went out like a light.

What's all this... this about?

You tell him, doctor.
Oh, you're not a doctor, are you?

You're a professor.

Get him some water, somebody!
And he needs air.

- I knew, I knew this would happen!
- Hey!

He needs fresh air.

But I ought to go.
You see how he looked...

He feels... he's... he's...

It's me.

Jenny, what are you doing here?

I'm a bridesmaid.

How did you get in this house?

I thought you'd be surprised.

Well, I shouldn't be.

I saw you getting chummy with
Tom Brand in that train.

Oh, that's not fair.

You introduced me to him and all
I took was flowers,

fruit and candy and your
kind of hospitality.

What happened on that train?

Well, we got very friendly and I slept
in his drawing room.

What?

Yeah, Tom had to double up to get into
my berth but he said he didn't mind.

Go on.

Well, when we got to New York,
Tom drank a little bit too much...

- ...and the policeman said...
- Policeman?

Yes, the policeman was going
to take him to jail...

so I brought him home and put
him to bed.

Jenny, why did you have to pick
on this family to blackmail?

Oh, I didn't. It was an accident.
I mean...

But you did find out that Tom's
family has money, didn't you?

Yes! Oh, yes, they have millions!

Jenny.

Mother, it's ridiculous having her
for my bridesmaid.

But it was a marvelous excuse,
and the first thing I could think of.

Father really put the words right
into my mouth.

She'll be the only decent
bridesmaid you'll have.

Now, Sylvia, we've got to go
through with this.

Yes, do you want to get
me kicked out?

Look here, Jenny, I can't let
you stay here.

I don't know what you're going
to do next.

Neither do I. I'm just waiting to see
what I'm going to do.

I do know what you're going to do.
You're going to leave here.

Find some excuse, any excuse,
I don't care what!

Eights.

Come in.

- Feeling better?
- What do you want?

Well, I didn't know you were busy.
I wanted to ask you about something.

I'll go out.

You might as well stay. You seem to be
running this family anyway.

Sit down!

What is it now?

I just had a notice from the bank.
It seems I'm overdrawn.

- How much?
- Quite a bit.

Five thousand dollars.

How in tarnation did you ever spend
five thousand dollars?

Oh, on some things.

Get out of my sight, you insolent
young pup...

Get out before I lose my temper.

Five thousand dollars! When I was
your age I was living on $3 a week.

Used molasses instead of sugar
in my coffee.

Get out!

- Come on, let's play.
- Thinks money grows on trees.

It's about time I kicked that
selfish loafer out.

Let him find out what hard work
really means.

Of course I think you're all wrong
about Tom.

He's one of the nicest young men
I've ever met.

- Oh, you like him, huh?
- Yes, I do.

Of course I think he needs to
settle down a bit.

Well, maybe you're right
about Tom, Jenny.

He is a fine young man when you
come to think of it.

- Upstanding. He has a fine future, Jenny.
- Then you'll give him the five thousand?

I will not! But I think you're right
about the settling down part.

And I believe you're just
the girl to do it.

Oh, that's silly. Tom doesn't think
about me that way. Sixes.

Don't be stupid. Then it's up to you
that he starts thinking about you that way.

- Eights.
- Hey, wait a minute!

You can't take it with an eight.
That's my build and my six bucks.

Oh, yes I can.
Six and two make eight.

You can't add to my build,
you're cheating.

Cheating? Why, you... you...

- Now, now, you'll lose your breath.
- No, I won't.

I want it for what I have to tell you.

Nobody ever accused me
of cheating before!

They're afraid to. But if someone
doesn't tell you about a bad habit...

it just grows and grows
on you till you...

until you even start cheating
people in business.

Oh, cheating in business.

That's good.

Where would you get in business if you
didn't take advantage of the other fellow?

Here's an old friend of mine who'd
cut my throat for a nickel.

Now he wants to give some land
to my university.

Cut in on my glory.
But I fooled him.

I took an option on the land myself.

Now he'll have to come to me.

Did you say an old friend?

Yeah, an old scoundrel named Dayton.

Dayton? Does he have a son?
Yeah, Ted Dayton.

Probably a chip off the old block.
The father made his money in cars.

- Bad ones, too.
- They have good brakes.

Well, what if Dayton is a crook?
That's no sign you have to be.

And besides, this is my dollar!

Hey, what about another game? You ought
to give me a chance to get my dollar back!

- Hello, Jenny, Have a good time today?
- Oh, yes.

I've been gambling with Olaf.
I won, too.

Jenny, what did you say you'd
been doing with Olaf?

- Gambling.
- Look here, Jenny, this has gone too far.

I insist that you give back every penny.

- How much did you win.
- A dollar.

Oh.

- What are you giving it to me for?
- That's for my fair to Maple Leaf.

Now I only owe you $49.

Thanks, Jenny, but there's no hurry.

Nevertheless, you'll have to leave here.

I haven't thought of a good
excuse yet.

Well, I have. You're going to get
a telegram from your mother.

- I haven't got a mother.
- Oh.

Well, from your aunt then.

Aunt... what's a good Swedish name?

Helga.

Well, your aunt Helga is going
to break her leg.

Or have a nervous breakdown
or something.

And then you'll have to leave
for Maple Leaf immediately.

It'll be better for you too, Jenny.

It will, really.

I want to send a telegram.

Yes, and it goes to Miss Jenny Swanson,

1417, Larchwood Road,
Long Island, N.Y.

Play a game of pool, Tom?

- Jeffers, have any telegrams come?
- No, sir.

- Want to play, Jenny?
- No, thanks.

Telegram, Miss Swanson.

- Hope it isn't bad news.
- It's from my aunt Helga.

She hopes I'm having a good time and
she says I can stay as long as I want to.

And she sends her love.

- May I get you a liquor, Jenny?
- No, thank you, I don't care for any.

That's fine.

What do you mean?

Why didn't you read what was in
that wire the way I said it to you?

- I got a flutter.
- You should have.

Lying about it.

It wasn't that. It's just that I
haven't got an aunt Helga.

Now see here, Jenny.

I know perfectly well your reasons
for being in this house...

but let me warn you. If I catch you
looking in Tom's direction,

I'll tell Olaf all about you.

I will!

- Shall we dance, Sylvia?
- Yes.

When I was a young man,
when I wanted a girl,

I went after her.

Jenny, you've done enough drinking
for one night.

Let's take a ride.

Oh, Tom, I'm awfully sorry, but I already
have a date for tonight.

- Who with?
- With, uh... Paul.

With Paul?

Paul Kingston, don't you dare leave!

I'm sorry, it seems I can't leave
right now, do you mind?

Well, that settles that.

Come in.

Oh, hello, Ronnie, my boy.
Come on in.

Sit down. Have a drink?

No, thanks, I rather thought I'd
wait up for Tom.

Oh, he's still out with Jenny.
I hope she helps him.

You hope she does what?

Of course he doesn't deserve her but
she'd make him a great little wife.

Wife?

- What are you talking about?
- Jenny. She'd make a nice wife for Tom.

Yes, of course, she's a nice girl
and all that, but...

- You hardly know her.
- I don't have to.

I like her.
And Tom loves her.

Look here, Mr. Brand, there's something
I must tell you.

- Go ahead.
- Well, I'm going to tell you this.

It's rather a difficult thing
to tell you, I...

- I don't exactly...
- You don't exactly what?

- I don't exactly...
- What's the matter?

I've got a funny feeling in my stomach.

- Hi, Jeffers.
- Good morning, sir.

- Has Miss Swanson come down yet?
- Yes, sir, she's gone for a walk.

- Oh, she has?
- With Mr. Kingston, sir.

Oh.

Oh, Jeffers.
Just a moment.

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning, Jeffers.

- Is Miss Swanson at breakfast?
- No, sir, she's gone for a walk.

- Oh, she has?
- With Mr. Kingston, sir.

Oh.

Hello.

Hello.

I asked Jenny to marry me
last night.

You did?

She said no.

Ronnie, I wonder if you'd talk
to her for me.

- Well...
- She puts a lot of faith in what you say.

And I know she likes me a lot but for some
reason she keeps holding back.

That's fine...

Er, is that so?

And Olaf's all for it,
surprisingly enough.

- I'll speak to her all right.
- Thanks!

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Stomach better this morning?

It's not quite what it should be.

Well, where's Jenny?

- She...
- She...

- She's gone for a walk.
- Alone?

- With Paul Kingston.
- Paul Kingston!

And you call yourselves men.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going to find Jenny.

Fine fianc? you are. Why aren't you
out walking with her?

Come along, help me find her.

- Are you coming, Ronnie?
- No, no, of course not.

Oh, please, Mr. Kingston.
Oh, please, Mr. Kingston...

- Jenny!
- Oh, please, Mr. Kingston!

Please, Mr. Kingston...
No!

- Mr. Kingston!
- Call me Paul.

Mr. Kingston, let's keep on walking.
You know it stimulates your heart.

Oh, just being with you does that.

Please don't misunderstand about last night.
It was nothing, as you have to understand. ???

Oh, you didn't do so badly yourself.

I had to, Professor Ronnie doesn't want
me to go out with Tom.

- What's he got to do with it?
- He's afraid I'll try to blackmail Tom.

- But that's absurd.
- Oh, no it isn't.

He knows I tried it once
with another rich boy.

You'd better watch out.
I am a blackmailer.

How charming. I'd be afraid if I weren't
such slim picking.

Oh, please, Mr. Kingston! I wouldn't dream
of interfering with you and Caroline.

- People will say you're stewing.
- But Caroline's a very dear friend of mine.

But she's more the motherly type.

Oh, but you, Jenny, you're different.

You're not like any other woman
I've ever known before.

You're a dream, a poem.

You're like a dewy wild flower
waiting to be crushed.

- Jenny, why are you running?
- I always run before breakfast.

It stimulates your heart.
Come on.

Jenny, stop this foolishness.
I want to talk to you.

What do you mean by worming a proposal
out of Tom last night?

How did you know?

Well, is it my fault if Tom
asked me to marry him?

Or is it. I suppose you didn't make yourself
as pretty as possible last night.

Why, you caught him like
a rat in a trap.

Did I really look pretty?

You were wonderful!
You looked radiant!

You were positively starry-eyed.

I tell you I won't have it.

Oh, Jenny, don't you realize how empty
a loveless marriage can be?

Yes, I do.

That's why I told Tom
I couldn't marry him.

I hope you mean that, Jenny.

Paris must wait until...

until you feel about someone
the way Sylvia feels about me.

- Sylvia do... Sylvia...
- What?

- What about Sylvia?
- Oh, nothing.

Now look here, that's no answer.
You started to say something.

Aesop says wise men say nothing
in dangerous times.

- Yes, sir?
- My name is Schultz.

I wanna see Mr. Brand.
The old one.

- Well...
- I'm Mr. Brand's secretary.

Come with me, Mr. Schultz.

Come in, Mr. Shultz.

- Sit down, Mr. Schultz.
- Thanks.

Now, what can I do for you?

I don't want to talk to you,
I want to talk to your boss.

Well, I'm Mr. Brand's personal secretary
and I take care of everything for him.

Then take care of these.
His grandson's IOUs, $5.000 worth.

Well, you just leave them with me
and I'll take care of them for you.

Not so fast, sister!
Where's the dough?

I'll bring it to your office tomorrow.

I don't know about that.

Maybe I'd better see Mr. Brand personal.

No, I'll be there and I'll have
the $5.000, really I will.

Aesop says, where there's a will
there's a way.

I don't care who you get it from,
but bring it in cash.

Yes, Mr. Schultz.

I hope Aesop knows what
he's talking about.

- Jenny, Jenny!
- Oh, you scared me.

Shhh!
I've been in an accident.

We ran down a man.
I don't know how badly he's hurt.

- Oh, Sylvia.
- I was with Dennis.

- Oh, Sylvia.
- I was seeing him for the last time.

After the accident people gathered
around the car.

There was an attorney who took
charge of everything.

He promised not to notify the police.
He wanted our names, of course, and...

And I couldn't give mine, so I...

I told him I was Jenny Swanson.

- Oh, Sylvia.
- It isn't only because of Ronnie, Jenny.

Olaf would cut me off without a cent...

if he knew I'd been out with Dennis
just before I was to be married.

You must help me, Jenny.

Now, Dennis is waiting in the greenhouse.

He has the hat and coat I wore tonight.

You put them on, come in the front way,

ring the bell so Jeffers will see you.

Tell him... tell him you
lost your key.

Dennis is in the greenhouse with
your hat and coat...

Jeffers will...
I'll do it for $5.000.

- But that's blackmail.
- It is. Wait a minute.

Yes! Yes, I want $5.000.

Why, you dirty little cheat.

I suppose I have no choice
in the matter.

I'll give it to you out of my allowance.
Some each week.

Oh, no.
No, I need it right away.

All right, I'll give you a check.

Thanks.

Change coats.

Anything else?

No.

Except I think you're a coward.

Any man is who's in love with
a girl and won't fight for her.

I wish it were simple as all that.

Up with your hands!

On your feet!

What are you doing here
at this time of night?

Well, I... I was just picking
some flowers.

Flowers last longer if you pick
them at night.

Jenny, stop picking those orchids!

- Professor Ronnie!
- Yes, Professor Ronnie.

Jenny, I saw a man leaving here.
What are you up to?

Well, everybody's been
so nice to me...

I thought it would be fun to surprise them
with orchids on the table in the morning.

Everybody likes orchids and I thought
of it before I went to bed.

- You're lying, aren't you?
- Yes, Professor.

Jenny, who was that man
in here with you?

- Dennis.
- Dennis?

Why, that's Jeffer's son.

Well, I haven't been feeling very well
and he's a doctor, you know.

Only he isn't a doctor yet for
a few days...

and while he's waiting for his license
he told me to come to the greenhouse...

and he'd diagnose me for nothing.

You're lying again, aren't you?

Yes, Professor Ronnie.

Jenny, isn't it possible for you
to tell the truth?

No... but I wish you'd believe me.

How can I?

Good heavens, when I told you
to steer clear of Tom...

that wasn't a signal to go after
every other male in sight.

You...

You don't seem to know the difference
between right and wrong, Jenny.

You haven't any moral sense.

I'd be a much happier man
if I'd never met you.

Why, Professor Ronnie?

Oh!

Jenny, we used to talk things over.

We used to confide in each other.

Won't you tell me what's going on?

Oh, I'm sorry, but there are some
things you just can't tell.

Jenny, have you lost your flutter?

Oh, no, I'm fluttering something
awful right now.

Oh, come on, I'll take you back
to the house.

Oh, no, I have to go back alone.

You wouldn't want Jeffers to see us
come in together, would you?

He might misunderstand.

Professor Ronnie.

There's a new moon. Look over your
left shoulder and make a wish.

There's only one thing I wish.

I wish you were back in
Maple Leaf, Minnesota.

It's a funny thing, but that's
my wish too.

That's a silly way to walk.

Step on it. I want to get this over.

It's my party anyway,
and you're hogging it.

All a waste of time.

Make it snappy, huh?

That was splendid.

I don't think we'll have
to rehearse anymore.

Good! Open those doors.

My party's starting.

Promenade the hall!

You go there and I go here!

Take your girly to a nice, soft chair!

Energetic old bastard, isn't he?

I won't mind having an ocean
between us...

when he finds out that I'm marrying
into his family.

What do you mean?

I mean that Caroline and I are
ready to sail.

But don't say bon voyage
in a loud voice.

This is supposed to be a very
secret elopement.

- Paul, you mustn't do it.
- Well, we can try.

But you don't love Caroline.
Oh, no, I can't let you elope.

But Jenny, I didn't think you cared.

Oh, I do. Yes, I do.
I care very much.

I want to talk to you.
You go out in the terrace.

I'll be right out there.

Jeffers.

This is very important.

Tell Mrs. Brand she's wanted
on the terrace right away, will you?

- And don't tell her I sent you.
- Oh, no.

- And ask her to hurry.
- Yes, miss.

- Paul, how could you do this to me?
- Huh?

If it's the difference in our age,
don't let that bother you.

- What is this?
- Oh, don't pretend.

It's to late for that now. What do you
want out of life, love or money?

Oh, how could you plan to go
away without me?

Have you forgotten the days when
I was your dewy wild flower?

I didn't know you felt this way?

Oh, I do. And you do love me,
don't you, Paul?

Jenny, if I could afford
to marry for love.

I wouldn't be parting with that
loose-leafed cabbage.

- Paul...
- Darling, I'm not worth it.

I've made a mess of my life
and I won't drag you into it.

Oh, but at least promise me
you won't marry Caroline.

You were cut out for finer things.

You mean you'd marry me after
all I've done?

Love is all that counts, Paul.

You're right! Money isn't everything.

Well! I must say!

Caroline! It's you!

You might as well know the truth.
Here are your tickets.

Jenny!
Jenny, come here!

Tom!

Now quiet!
Quiet, everybody!

I've got an important
announcement to make.

Jenny here is going to marry
my grandson Tom.

It's the union of two old
Swedish families.

- How could you keep it secret from us?
- Congratulations, Tom.

- She'll make a beautiful bride.
- Thanks, old man.

Go ahead, old fellow, it's your
last chance to kiss my bride.

Hey, who's drunk, you or me?

Ronnie!

Ronnie, come here.

It's your turn to kiss Tom's bride.

I'll be right back, Tom.

Say, who is she marrying
anyway, huh?

- Tom.
- Fine.

I'd like to send a telegram, please.

Yes, to Miss Jenny Swanson.

1417, Larchwood Road,
Long Island, N.Y.

Yes, 1417.

The message is:

Have suffered complete nervous
breakdown.

Please come home...
at once.

I need you. Love...

Aunt Helga.

And I'm telling you I've got
to see Olaf Brand.

- But, sir...
- I'm here to do him a favor...

and if he doesn't see me
he's going to regret it.

But he's having a party!

Just the same I'm going to see Olaf Brand
if it's the last thing I do.

- Well, you're looking right at him.
- Oh, Mr. Brand...

I'm sorry to disturb you but my
client is a poor man...

and his injuries have turned out
to be quite serious.

In fact, the hospital surgeon says
it's a broken hip.

What client, what hospital, what hip?

The left hip.

The young lady said after the accident
that you would pay his expenses.

What accident, what expenses?

For the broken hip.
Now, if you'll let me explain...

...in private. You see, I'm here
to protect your family.

If you just call them together,
Mr. Brand,

I'm sure we'll get it all settled
quickly... and privately.

Tell that family of mine to come
into the library.

Yes, Mr. Brand.

You come with me.

Now, what's all this rigamarole
about hips and accidents?

- Who are you?
- I'm Thomas Jamison.

- An ambulance chaser, eh:
- Attorney, at your service.

What's the matter, Jeffers?
Is anything wrong?

I don't know, Mrs. Brand. Mr. Brand wants
the entire family in the library.

Come along, Jenny, we're wanted
in the library.

- But Jeffers said only the family.
- We're in the family now.

Sit down.

Jenny, Ronnie, sit down.

Now, what's this story of yours?

I represent Tony Molino, who was run
down and injured last night...

by a car leaving the Red Lion Inn.

The car was driven by a man who gave
us his name, Dr. Dennis Jeffers.

The butler's son.
We'll get to the bottom of this.

Dr. Jeffers was accompanied by a young
woman who promised my client...

that if he would refrain from reporting
the accident to the police...

she would arrange for a handsome
settlement.

She gave your name as a
guarantee, Mr. Brand.

She... she what? Who was she?

The young lady gave us her name,
Miss Jenny Swanson.

Jenny.

You heard what he said, Jenny?

- Is this true?
- Yes.

I can't believe it.

We'll get to you in a minute, Jeffers.

My thought was to avoid
unpleasant publicity...

that might involve you and
your family unfavorably.

Just what are you hinting at?

Well, you see, they've been
meeting there...

and having supper together
several nights recently.

at the Road House.

And the general impression was
that they were man and wife.

- My lawyer will see you tomorrow.
- Very well, Mr. Brand.

I'm sure I can count on you
to treat my client handsomely.

He's a very poor man.

Good night.

Jenny, I can't figure this out.

Is what he said true?

Were you out with Dennis last night?

Yes.

It's not true! Jenny was out
with me last night.

We went for a drive and stopped
at the Red Lion Inn for a drink.

- You're lying for her.
- I'm not!

Obviously there's been a little mix-up,

but that's no reason for everyone
to turn on Jenny.

Why, Ronnie, you're in love with her.

This is insane!

You were out with Dennis...

You're going to marry Tom

And Ronnie is in love with you.

And Paul has just proposed to her.

I'll... I'll get Dennis.

This is all your fault! You've come to
mess up everything around here.

You've ruined my whole life.

- That's not true.
- She's trying to ruin my life too!

She even went as far as to
blackmail me last night.

Blackmail.

Wait a moment. Blackmail means
taking money.

Jenny, did you take money?

- Yes, I did, but...
- She told me she'd been in an accident.

Said she'd make up lies about Dennis and me
unless I gave her $5.000 to pay the man.

Oh, that's not true.

If you cash the check,
it'll come back from the bank.

What do you mean I can't see him?

He's having a most important
family conference, Mr. Dayton.

If you'll only wait.

Wait nothing, I came a long ways
to see that old double-crosser...

and I haven't much time to tell him
all the things I've got to say.

Very well, Mr. Dayton,
I'll tell him you're here.

Jenny, why did you try to
blackmail Sylvia?

Beg your pardon, sir. Mr. Dayton
and his son are outside.

Shall I show them in?

There you are, you old skinflint.

A fine philanthropist you are letting
Brand University suffer...

just to keep all the glory to yourself.

Hey, what's she doing in this house?

She's going to marry me,
that's what she's doing here.

- Hello, Jenny.
- Hello, Ted.

- You know Jenny?
- Know her? I should say I do!

When she was at Brand, your university,
she tried to blackmail my son.

Blackmail.

I may be dumb in some things, but I didn't
let my son get hooked by a blackmailer.

I'm sorry, it was not blackmail.

Your son did propose to her.
She has his letters to prove it.

- Hello, Professor Brooke.
- Deny that. There were no letters.

I was lying. There were letters.

I was a coward and Jenny
protected me.

But I made a mistake now
I'll never make again.

I lost the sweetest girl in the world.

And I was afraid to face you
because she was a waitress.

A waitress? B-B-But what about
Briarmont?

I haven't any right to ask you,
Jenny, but...

I want to say it again.

Will you marry me?

Four men aren't enough.
It had to be five.

Jenny, weren't you at Briarmont
with Sylvia?

Were you a waitress?

What if I am a waitress? And what if
Dennis is the son of your butler?

Sylvia's in love with him.
Aren't you?

And he's going to be a great
doctor someday.

I ought to say I'm sorry, Ronnie,
but I know there's no reason to.

Of course not!
And you'll be better off.

It'll be very handy having him
in the family and keep her too.

You won't have to pay him $100.000 a year
the way you do Dr. Brown...

- ...so don't be a snob.
- Don't shout at me! I'm not a snob!

I started life as a lumberjack.
I rescued two men from the...

But Jenny, I'm all mixed up.

How did you happen to come
to this house?

I met Jenny in the train. And she brought
me home because I was drunk.

Stop eavesdropping!

I want to tell this family just
what I think of them.

- Get out! Get out!
- Don't go yet, Mr. Dayton.

Everything is wrong with
your family...

is due to your own selfishness
and dishonesty.

What?

You've been so mean to them that they're
afraid to come to you for help.

You've always made fun of them,
and criticized them...

and forced them into doing things secretly.
You are to stop this!

You cheat at cards!

And you cheated Mr. Dayton.

But you'd better give him back
that option, because if you don't,

someday you'll have a flutter
in your stomach.

I've been having flutters all my life.

- Why else would I have three doctors?
- You don't need a doctor for a flutter.

That's just your conscience
telling you what to do,

only you don't pay any attention to it.

Now there's a smart girl,
you'd better listen to her, Olaf.

I'll listen to her.
But I'll double-cross you.

I'll give that land to the
university myself.

How about it, Jenny,
will you marry me?

Get out!

I don't know who she's going to marry
but it's going to be somebody in my family!

Now get out! Get out!

This is all very fine. But what about that
$5.000 you blackmailed out of Sylvia?

- It was blackmail, all right.
- You see? You see, I told you!

Stop! Stop!

I needed the money to buy
back Tom's IOUs.

He owed the money to Shultz the gambler...

and it's your own fault Tom
didn't tell you so himself.

Every time he turned around
you tried to disinherit him.

Jenny, you did that for me.

Telegram, Miss Swanson.

- Jeffers, uh...
- Yes, sir?

What do you think of the idea
of your son...

marrying my granddaughter?

Well, Miss Sylvia is a little wild, sir.

But Dennis is the right man for her.

That's all I wanted to know.

Dennis, it will be so nice having
a doctor in the family.

But I must insist that your
first child should be a girl.

Only I don't think she should
go to Briarmont.

Now you're talking, grandma!

Grandma?
Why, of course, that's right.

Come along, Sylvia.
Come along, dear.

Wait just a moment. This telegram
concerns everyone, it's...

from Jenny's Aunt Helga.

She says, uh...
"Dear Jenny,

Letter recieved. Stop.

No place for sweet innocent girl.

Insist you leave at once.

Don't worry about Tom.

He's young and with that profile
he's got a great future.

Although you described the
professor in glowing terms,

he sounds exceptionally stupid,

never to have thought of himself
as the right man for Sylvia.

I've been convinced all along that he had
more than an academic interest in you.

In fact, it wouldn't surprise me if without
the slightest encouragement he...

You know what I mean.

Stop."

As a matter of fact, dear Jenny...

England, while the climate isn't
all that it should be,

is very well-known for honeymoons.

And it has the added advantage of being
just across the channel from Paris.

But Jenny, before we sail,

you must promise me a few things.

Yes, Professor Ronnie.

Come along, Tom.
I've had a hard day.

Let's duck this party.

Let's go out and paint the town red.

Subtitles: Lu?s Filipe Bernardes