Hold Back the Dawn (1941) - full transcript

Told in flashback from a preface in which the main character visits Paramount to sell his story! Romanian-French gigolo Georges Iscovescu wishes to enter the USA. Stopped in Mexico by the quota system, he decides to marry an American, then desert her and join his old partner Anita, who's done likewise. But after sweeping teacher Emmy Brown off her feet, he finds her so sweet that love and jealousy endanger his plans.

I'd like to see Mr. Dwight Saxon.

Saxon? Shooting "I Wanted Wings"
on stage 5.

What's your name?

Iscovescu - but I don't
think he remembers me.

- You haven't got an appointment?
- No.

- Mr. Saxon is shooting.
- It's very important.

I can't call him on the set.
Write a letter or try another time. Next!

Are the ladies and gentlemen from the
Seattle Kiwanis all here?

- Sure are.
- Then we can start our tour of the studio.

This way please.

Let's begin with the buildings,
then take the laboratories,

the permanent sets, and so on.

Then wind up at the restaurant
where I'll try to point out some stars.

You can't make it the other way around?

- Horace!
- I'm hungry!

Quiet down, here we go.

- Ready?
- Yes sir. Right, roll 'em.


Alright, action!

Hello Jeff, why haven't you called?

I've been busy.

You can't be so busy can you?
There's a dance tonight.

It's just a small party, our
last night at Randolph.

I can get away early.

I thought we'd been all through this.

I thought we were going to be
intelligent about it.

What does that mean?
Goodbye, good luck, we've had our fun?

You go your way I go mine?
Don't try and sell me that routine!

- I wish I could think up
a better ending.

But I can't.

You drop off at my place after that dance

or I'll start making a few
plans of my own.

I'm expecting you.

That was a good one.

The second and the last.

- Second and last.
- The script?

- Here it is
- What do we do next?

- Lunch, if you ask me.
- Who's asking you?

It is 1 o'clock.
Ok break for lunch.

- Lunch one hour, boys.
- Come on.

- Boys.
- Watch out.

Come on, let's go.

Mr. Saxon?
Could I talk to you a minute?

Yes, what is it?

We met in France, in Nice,
at the Perroquet, remember?

Yes, how do you do?

Mr. Saxon, I need 500 dollars.

- You what?
- 500 dollars. I must have it.

- Isn't that a little large for a touch?
- This is not charity,

for that money I have
something to sell.

- Yes? What?
- A story.

We have a Story Department
and we have a lot of stories.

You haven't got this one.

Leave it in the office with a self-
addressed envelope. That'll be alright.

Excuse me, I'm not a writer.

I would not try to tell you that story
if I did not need the money.

- I understand, but some other time.
- No, I must have it now.

Before the federal
police take me.

What do they want you for?

That is part of the story.

Please, I have very little time.

Ok. Sit down

I can't tell you the real
names, you understand?

- Yes
- My name is Georges Iscovescu.

I was born in Romania, but I have lived mostly
in Paris and in Biarritz.

- Thank you.
- At the Lido, following the seasons.

Going where rich people went.

Rich women, to be exact.

Thank you.

My papers indicate
that I am a dancer.

Which is correct, in a general way.

It was an easy life,
if you had a deep voice and knew

how to look at a woman
But the war came.

People with money made for America,

and you need a visa to enter,

and there was a scandal in the press
about me and a lady from New York.

so I thought I better not apply
for a visa where they might know me,

I thought it wiser to get in
more discreetly so I went to Mexico,

to a little town that straddles
the California border.

There is a wire fence, you can
see through it to the U.S.

if you're American or have a visa
you just walk in.

Yes, a wire fence.

But don't let them tell you
it's only 12 feet high.

It's a thousand miles high.

The main street is
called Calle Ruiz.

It looks like you'd expect, a
small, sleepy town, baking in the heat.

You can stand anything for a
day or two, I thought.

There is an American consulate
where you can apply for a visa.

I knew there were some
formalities to be met

before I could cross the border, but
my papers were in order.

I had a little
money, I felt very confident.

I see that you wish to enter
the USA permanently.

Yes sir.

That will require a quota number.

- Do you know what a quota is?
- No.

Every year, the US permits the
entry of about 150,000 immigrants.

That number is proportioned among
the various European countries.

You were born in Bucharest.

So you come under
the Romanian quota.


The Romanian quota is very small
and is very crowded.

Does it mean I have to wait?

Between 5 and 8 years

Mr. Iscovescu.

Between 5 and 8 years?

5 to 8 years!
Like a prison sentence.

8 times 365 days with these
flies and this heat.

8 times 365 nights
in this place.

I was used to the
Ritz and the Savoy.

One of the local hotels
is called the Esperanza.

The rate is a dollar a
day, cheaper by the week.

But you'd better take
your room by the year

if you can get one.
They're all taken.

Crammed with people that are

I had one stroke of luck
that day, however.

There was, let's say,
an unexpected departure.

A man named Wechsler.

What's the matter?

Maybe you can recommend
another place to stay?

Just a moment.

I will have a room for you. Just wait.

So the German moved out of room 27

and I moved in.

I did not expect to stay long,

I thought some lucky chance
must come my way.

Somehow I would
get across the border.

Five months later I
was still in room 27.

And my nerves were in such
a state that the hook on the ceiling

seemed to be beckoning.

Mr. Iscovescu.

Mr. Iscovescu.

- Mr. Iscovescu.
- Yes?

It would give us great pleasure
if you would join us.

We are celebrating in our room.

What are you celebrating?

American Independence
Day, July 4th.

I don't think so, I have
nothing to celebrate.

We're serving all American dishes -
Boston baked beans with donuts.

- Thank you.
- With donuts!

Yes, thank you very kindly.
But no.

- Father, your coat.
- Yes

The guests will be here any minute.

- What's going on here?
- I beg your pardon?

The name is Hammock, from the
Immigration Department in Washington.

- Father.
- How do you do?

- What's your name?
- Van Den Luecken.

Professor Van Den Luecken,
and these are my daughters.

- You're waiting for your quota?
- I've been waiting for 8 months.

I thought you were new, otherwise
you'd know me.

I come once or twice a year
to look certain things over.

I see.

- Boston baked beans?
- They permit us to cook in our room.

Maybe we have no right to
hang out the flag.

- With a slice of salt pork?
- Of course.

I was always a sucker for
Boston baked beans.

Then perhaps you would join us?

Mrs. Kurz.
How are you?

- You've taken on a little weight.
- Temporarily.

- Isn't it lovely?
- Congratulations.

- Both of you.
- Thank you.

Thank you very much, we
call it Opus No. 1.

Mr. Hammock.
When did you get here?

Just today, I've been
looking for you.

- Any news about my immigration?
- No.

I need a haircut and a shampoo.

That's why he keeps me
this side of the border,

- So I can do his hair.
- Shall we eat?

On this 4th of July,

let us all say grace

for what we are about to receive.

Better still,

for the great country
which is about to receive us.

God make us truly thankful.

And for Mexico,

that is sheltering us
while we wait.

And for Mexico.

Do not let us be impatient,

let's always remember the words
on the Statue of Liberty.

"Life, liberty, and the
pursuit of happiness."

No, you are referring to the words
of Thomas Jefferson

in the Declaration
of Independence.

What I meant was a simple poem inscribed
on the base of that statue.

The beans, father, please.

"Give me your
tired, your poor,

your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free,

the wretched refuse of
your teeming shores.

Send these homeless,

tempest-tossed, to me.

I lift my lamp beside
the golden door. "

Or is it the shining door?

I'm afraid you've got me there, professor.

- Well...
- Now we can eat.

Are you going to the bullfight, senor?

Oh, is that what they've come for?

They always come when there is
some saint's day in the States.

A little whooping, a little fiesta.

I need a dollar.
Put it on the bill.

No more money for you,

You owe me two months
rent and 39 dollars.

40 is easier to remember.

You said 25 was so easy, too.

Did I?
Thank you.

Who did that?

I said who did that?

- It was me.
- You mean "it was I," Tony.

It wasn't you, Miss Brown - it was me!

I'm not very proud of you, Tony.
Would you mind coming over for a moment?

Now Tony, you've behaved outrageously
and you're going to apologize.

Throw that thing away!

I'm so sorry.

Thank you very much, Madam.

No, please, the boy must apologize.
It's a matter of discipline.

Your form of humor
I don't appreciate.

You know what American
boys are like.

They store up mischief all year long
for the 4th of July.

I think it would be better if they
let off their high spirits in America.

Under the feet of Americans.

Let's not get into international complications.

You see, there's a fence back there.

You Americans make
a very definite point of it.

I gather you don't like us very much.

Very little.

Shall I apologize now, Miss Brown?

Don't you dare to!

- You can't drink out of that, there's a hole in it.
- A hole?

Who says I can't?
I'll keep my thumb in the dyke.

- Tequila.
- Yes

- You can not drink in the shoe.
- Leave him alone.

- Give me my slipper please.
- I'll drink out of it.

- Well, Joe...
- Will you leave me alone?

- Where are you going?
- To ask for a tune.

- Look.
- I did not know he danced rumba.

Play "La Cumparsita",
will you?


And now we present the dance sensation
of the Riviera, Georges and Anita.

- Anita!
- And you!

Stop staring George, it's me!

I'd say it must be; you're
still using too much Ecstase # 9.

I saw the back of your head,
it's different from the back of any other.

You mean I need a haircut?

I'm silly, the sight of you is still
like touching a high-tension wire,

After all these years.
After that last goodbye of ours.

The casino at Cannes...
an abrupt goodbye, I remember.

Very - slapping my face in
the middle of the Baccarat room.

You behaved like a fool,
we were doing alright.

You had that rich baron, the
one with the glass eye,

and I had Mrs. Sweeney.

- Canned soup Sweeney...
- There was plenty enough cigarette cases
in that soup.

You had to step in and spoil everything.

I simply said: "Alright Mrs. Rich Witch,

just because I'm his dance partner and
because you have a lot of money... "

Maybe it wasn't the right way to talk
to a paying customer.

Good to see you, just the same.

Come, let's sit over there.

What are you doing here?

I came from Los Angeles
with some people,

those drunks over there.

It's not the same Anita, Georges.

It's not the same Georges.

Have you seen my watch?

From Cartier's to a
Mexican pawnshop.

- That's my story in brief.
- You're living here?

- Waiting to get across.
- Hotel Esperanza.

I served time there.

That's right.
You are Australian.

Vaguely... my father was Polish
and my mother Australian.

How long for your quota?

Whatever it was I didn't wait that long.

How did you get in?

Meet Mrs. Shaughnessy.
I married an American.

- And what?
- Very simple.

If you're married to an American
you get preference.
When your papers go to Washington

everything is settled in 4 weeks.

You mean you can become a American
citizen in 4 weeks?

No, but you get into the country.
Three years before you become a citizen.

Anita! Where are you, Anita?

- Your husband?
- No.

No. Shaughnessy was
a jockey from Caliente.

Five foot three.

Once over the border I went to a judge.

I said a woman wants
a man, not a radiator gam.

- Divorce granted, 50 dollars.
- Very smart, Anita.

I haven't been very smart since.

Did anybody see anybody that
goes with this?

- You'd better go.
- Let him wait.

It'll only be
an imitation fur jacket.

All those years, with all the others, I
shut my eyes and thought of you.

I want to keep them
open once again, Georges.

You better go.

- What goes on?
- It's alright, my great big bull.

- You know that guy?
- C'mon, give me my slipper.

- Whose little torero am I?
- I won't let these guys steal my girl.

What did she say? You just marry
an American, as easy as that.

From 5 to 8 years
for idiots maybe.

Get hold of a wedding ring, and
you can swing right over that fence.

Just get into a good suit,
shave, go on, go ahead!

What do they call it? The pursuit
of happiness?

This is the day -
the town full of Americans.

Most of the women
had escorts, of course,

but there were enough alone,

enough clay pigeons for
a sharp shooter.

You may think it was

calculating, the act of a cad perhaps?

But on second thought I'm
sure you'll realize

that my intentions were entirely honorable.

Object: matrimony.

- Bravo!
- Madam, sit down.

Close the beak!


She was the eager, enthusiastic type.

I told her about Spain, about Seville,
and the bullfights I had seen there.

She was easy to impress.

You know I'd like to listen to you
all day long.

Really I would. All day long.

Thank you, madame.

Especially the Madame,
that's what gets me I think.

- Really?
- Well,

here is my car.

Perhaps we might have a drink
at the village?

I don't think I'd better.

Wait a minute.


Maybe we can, he's asleep.

- Who?
- Clarence.

He can't stand the sight of blood.
He almost fainted.

- Your husband?
- Yes

Maybe we can take your car?

I'm sorry, madame, in
Europe we respect marriage.

- Clarence!
- Yes dear?

I met some other American ladies
that afternoon.

But the sharpshooter seemed
to have lost his eye.

They were not clay pigeons.

All they wanted was
a few hours of fun.

When you go serious,
they fluttered away.

Yes, the day was wasted,

It would be a long time
before another holiday

brought American tourists
over the border.

C'mon darling.

- It's time to go home.
- Come on, come on.

We're going home.

Come on, come on.

I was very depressed, but on my way
back to the hotel...

A bomber!

And you too, Sam. I told you to
sit down with the others.

Can't you give me some idea
how much longer it'll be?


But you promised that it would be done by 3

And then he swore that it
would be ready at 5

There were three holes
in the radiator.

But you tore the motor all apart.

She was flooded.
We had to dry her out.

- What did you say?
- You are making us nervous.


Good evening.

Still with us?

I know you don't like us, but we'll
get back over the border as soon as we can.

No Please.

I am partly responsible for this.

- I feel very badly about it.
- You should.

I brought the children to show them
a fiesta in Mexico, hand-weaving

how they make pottery.

We've been sitting here in this
awful garage all day.

- Give me my hat or I'll shoot ya.
- The children are as cross as two sticks.

Are any of them your children?

No. I'm a schoolteacher.

And I'm responsible for them.

They'll be in a perfect tizzy
about us back home.

Yes of course.
Their parents and perhaps your husband?

Oh I haven't any husband.

And if we don't get back
by 9:00 p.m.

Mr. MacAdams, the Principal, will
think we're all dead in a ditch.

While you wait, why
not telephone him

and tell him you're alright.
- They say there isn't any telephone.

Yes, at the hotel.

- Yes?
- Just across the street.

- May I show you?
- You will?

Just a moment, please.

Children, I'm going out for a moment
and I want you to behave.

How long is "soon" in your language?

Soon? 20 minutes.

Keep on with it.

There you are.

Oh I say, better keep this out here.
That won't do.

- Sam, I want you to be monitor.
- Yes, Miss Brown.

Ray, hand me my bag,
the gloves, please, and my coat.

- Yes, Miss Brown.
- Thank you.

I'm ready, Mr....?

- Georges Iscovescu.
- I'm Miss Brown.

- Come on, let's go.
- Yes let's go.

Flores, we want
to telephone.

- What is the number?
- Azusa, California. 30991.

That is not cheap, it is long distance.

- Flores...
- 30991, Azusa.

That firecracker this morning...

Maybe I should be
grateful to your pupil now.

I hope they get that call through
right away.

You should see Mr. MacAdams...
He always bites his nails.

And I'm afraid he's chewed them right
down to the knuckles by now.

No thankyou, I don't smoke.

The school board doesn't approve.
Tell you the truth I don't like them much.

- May I ask you something?
- What?

Will you take off your hat please?

- My hat?
- Yes, your hat.

I want to see you without it.

- What an odd request
- Doesn't the school board approve?

I don't think there are
any regulations about it.



- Your name is not Margot?
- No, it's Emmy.

She had the same hair.

Only it was always
messed by the wind...

...that winter in Saint-Moritz.

Who are you talking about?

You thought I was bitter when
you first spoke to me on the street.

It's because I saw another woman
in your face.


Of course, those are not her eyes.

Hers were bad.
I had to run away.

I had to come here,
to the end of the earth,

to Know that I really hated her,
that I had always hated her.

I am sorry.

Just look at me, Miss Brown,

Keep looking at me.

It's like a sudden
breeze on a stifling day.

Azusa 30991 is on the telephone.


Who is it?

Oh yes, Mr. MacAdams, what is it?

Oh, yes. I called to say
that we had an accident.

No, not really an accident.
It's just that...

Yes, Mr. MacAdams. I will drive carefully.

No, not one bit over 30.
What was that?

Yes, I'll look out
for drunken drivers.

Yes. Goodbye, Mr. MacAdams.

I do appreciate you going to
so much trouble, thank you very much.

Not at all.

- The car must be ready by now.
- Yes

I want to pay for the
call, I think it was just...

No. I am in your debt.

But there is no way I can pay you for
the loveliness of these few minutes.

I thank you, Miss Brown.

You're the strangest man.

Perhaps the loneliest man

Miss Brown.

Miss Brown.

This has been this one!

I will show you.

- What's the meaning of this?
- He spit in my face!

Oh Tony!
Why did you do such a thing?

He twisted my arm.

- Why?
- Because he stole the gasket.

- I didn't touch it.
- We didn't see it.

- We didn't it.
- What is a gasket?

The gasket.
Do you know English?

The rotor, the distributor.

- On our car?
- It was here, we tried it.

- Is it important?
- The car will not run without it.

Boys, this is serious.

- Did any of you take it?
- No, Miss Brown!

- We didn't.
- It wasn't us.

- Did you look everywhere?
- Did we look everywhere?


- Can it be replaced?
- Sure, we have to get it
on the American side.

- Well, that's alright then.
- Tomorrow morning, at 8:00.

When they open the shop.

That's impossible.

Ms. Brown is very anxious
to get home.

We can't spend the night here.

The car will not run!

- Maybe we can find another car?
- No, that would never do.

I cannot leave the bus
here, it's school property.

Very well, Miss Brown.
Flores, we are having guests.

- Who is having guests?
- Oh I can't spend all night here.

- We can't.
- Of course you can.

- In the room next to yours?
- It's out of the question.

- It's gone anyway, I rented it this afternoon.
- We'll find something.

I will not let the children out of my sight.
Not for one single second.

Of course you won't.
You can sleep here in the lobby.

There are enough chairs and couches.

- Flores, get pillows and blankets.
- That sounds like fun, Miss Brown.

- Who will pay for that?
- It is important.

- Come on.
- Children! Children!

Can't you take one off
another car?

- But not that size.
- Or make one up.

Make one up!

Have you ever seen a distributor?

- No.
- No.

She's a little thing about that size.

Twists like that,
turns like that.

With wires to fit like that.

- It looks like...
- About this size?

Yes, similar.

Maybe a little bit bigger.

Because if it were
smaller in that case...

Come along down.

Here you are.

Well, I guess we're all settled.

- Goodnight.
- It's better than good.

Somehow these walls will
not seem so empty and sad

because you will be here very close
to me, breathing in the same night.


- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- No Please.
- Goodnight.

- Give me that.
- I got it.

Hello, Georges.

What are you doing here?

Your door was unlocked.
I came to borrow a cup of sugar.

- I thought you were with some people.
- I walked out on him, Georges.

He wanted to buy
me a pair of earrings.

Suddenly I couldn't stand being
with him another minute.

I threw a bowl of chili right
in his face and ran.

- Was that very wise?
- Who cares?


I've taken the room
next door.

What do you want?

I've been thinking
about you all day.

How you used to hold me away from you
when we danced.

And in the gigolo eyes of yours,
cold, selfish.

Haven't you ever loved anybody in your life?

I want you to go, Anita.


You're wasting my time

Excuse me.

If we were in the States together
we're a team

I wouldn't mess things up again.
I'll get you across the border somehow.

There're still good seasons in
New York and Florida.

I'll get a lawyer,
maybe we can fix it up.

I don't need a lawyer now.

I'll scrape together some money.

I've got a few things I can sell.

I'll give you anything you want.

- Anything?
- Anything.

- I'll take this.
- What do you want that for?

I can use a wedding ring.

She had a hard time
going to sleep that night, Miss Brown,

and it wasn't just the children.

Her heart was beating fast

and her neat, tidy senses were
all torn out of gear.

She found a kind of half-sleep at last,

Then, about 5:00,
she opened her eyes.

What is it?

What are you doing here?

You have no right to be here.

Of course I
have no right to be here.

Nor to sit watching your face
learning it like a poem,

no right to listen to
the stir of your heart,

no right to tell you that

I love you very much.

You must go away.

Right now.

You needn't be afraid, Miss Brown.
Not a bit.

You see we are

like two trains

halted for a moment
at the same station

but we're going in
different directions.

We can't change our course
any more than we can

hold back the dawn.

All that connects us is a foolish little part
lost from a motor.

It's getting light already.

Soon they'll be waking up,

shops will open

and you will be gone forever.

It is getting light, isn't it?

- Please don't come near.
- You needn't be afraid, Miss Brown.

Not of a dead man -
I am dead, you see.

I've asked myself thousands of times
why they shouldn't bury me,

why I should go on breathing,
talking and walking

when I was dead.

Perhaps I know now.

Maybe it was to see the sunrise
once more

To hear enchantment in
a woman's voice,

to feel her nearness,
the warmth of her lips.

- Oh no.
- You needn't be afraid.

It's like a classroom isn't it?

The pupils and the teacher.

With rules of deportment,

schedules and discipline.

You're very conscientious,
Miss Brown.

No infringement of
the regulations for you.

No rebellions nor
violent desires.

If you found one in your
sober little mind,

you would tell you to go and stand
in a corner, wouldn't you Miss Brown?

I do not know.

Not for you the sudden flash that
lights up your whole life,

one split second to snatch at happiness
before it's dark again.

It's not this kiss I want,

It is all your kisses,
your life.

Look at your hand, Miss Brown.

No, the left one.

Yes, it's a wedding ring.

I put it on your hand as you slept.

It was my mother's.

You see how wild
a dream can be?

But you are wise,
and sane and cool.

You needn't be afraid, Miss Brown.

Please don't walk so fast.
Thank you very much.

About your being lonesome.

Other people are lonesome too,
so lonesome they almost give up waiting.

Mr. MacAdams always said I was crazy,

but I knew deep in my heart

that someday, somebody, somehow,

even though Azusa was at the
end of the world...

She talked and talked...

I had thrown some crumbs of romance
before her hungry heart.

The trap was set.
She never had a chance.

We had to get the Mexican judge out
of bed, the ceremony was brief,

the office rather dismal,

but to Emmy Brown being there was
like standing at the altar in a cathedral,

with great bells ringing.

I always expected to be married in the marvellous
memorial church in Azusa

- You did?
- I never dreamed it would be so beautiful

and exciting as this.
My they'll be surprised back home.

Mrs. Georges Iscovescu.
Or is it Iscovesco?


I don't even know what you are.
Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief?

Well poorman now, but I have plans for
when I am in America.

You know, some business connections

- I hope to get together a little capital.
- I see.

Have you thought of the family
when we arrive in the station wagon

the children, you and I.

Unfortunately, I will not be able
to go with you right away, my dear.

- You won't?
- No, not for four weeks or so.


I am a foreigner, I
have to wait for my visa.

4 weeks...
You mean you'll stay here and I...

- You can come down.
- Oh how can I?

We're all tied up with
summer classes and I'm terribly busy.

Well, it's only four weeks.

Well, perhaps it's for the best. I'll
have a chance to break it to them gently.

Georges, where you come from doesn't the
bridegroom kiss the bride?

Oh but of course, my dear.

Mercy on us, the children!

- Stop it at once!
- Stop.

He has tried to catch me.

Only to kill him senorita and
make sausage of him.

Look at my hotel.

Boys I'm heartily ashamed of you.

Heartily ashamed.

I shall have to report you
to Mr. MacAdams.

- He will deal with you.
- Let me deal with them.

Don't give me a tip,
just let me deal with them.

- Is the car ready?
- Yes, she's ready

But I would I could fill
her up with rattlesnakes.

- How much do I owe you?
- 10 dollars.

Boys, go out to the car,
sit down and try to behave.

- Yes, Miss Brown.
- Sure.

Thank you.

I will punish Tony when we get back home.

How, senorita?

I'll make him go kneel in the corner.

On broken glass.
I beg you, on broken glass.

Telephone for you, senorita.

- For me?
- It's been ringing all morning.

It must be Mr. MacAdams, I didn't
call him back last night.

This is Miss Brown speaking.

Put him on please.

Hello, Mr. MacAdams.

Yes, we are alive.

The car didn't get ready,
but we're on our way.

Starting right now.
No, nothing, really


Mr. MacAdams,

I got married.

Mr. MacAdams?

Mr. MacAdams?


Please send somebody over
to school number 2.

Something has happened to Mr.

Yes. I think he's fainted.

Thank you.

You see

we were kind of

= Oh?

Miss Brown!


It's awful to have to go away.

Well, what must be must be.

You will write won't you?

- Yes of course.
- So will I.

You won't be so lonesome anymore.

- Oh, no.
- I won't either.

I'll have this.

Please, Georges,

Will you put the ring on my finger

- And say the words?
- The words?

For richer, for poorer,

For better, for worse,

with this ring

I thee wed.

For richer, for poorer,
For better, for worse,

with this ring I thee wed.

Till death do us part.

Till death do us part.

Don't come out with me.

Come in!

Hello. What happened?

It went alright.

Congratulations, bridegroom.

It was two or three days after Miss

or should I say Mrs. Iscovescu, had gone back
home on her half of this curious honeymoon,

a hot July day with thunder in the air...

- Madeimoselle, Monsieur Bonbois.
- Hello.

- Teacher.
- Ah, Mr. Iscovescu.

I have an official letter to write; I was
wondering if I could borrow your typewriter.

- Yes.
- But I see that you're working, I'll come later.

No. I'm practically finished.

Only I warn you that the
semicolon broke off.

In the heat of the
Battle of Saratoga.

- I'll make my sentences very short.
- Good

We understand you are to be
congratulated, Mr. Iscovescu.

- Am I?
- The wife of the judge,

Who let me do her hair, tells
me that you got married.

- Yes I did.
- Our best wishes.

- Thank you.
- I think I caught a glimpse of the
bride this morning.

- She's very smart.
- This morning?

No. My wife is not here.
Thank you.

But in the next door
is not your wife?

- I'll bring it back in half an hour.
- Take your time.

That is my cousin.
Excuse me.

About this great-great-grandfather
of yours, where did he live?

- In Nantes.
- In Nantes?

I remember in my family papers:
"Jean Bonbois, Boulanger, Nantes".

- With a big "B" or a small "b"?
- I do not know.

If it's a small "b" it's a baker.
If it's a big "B" it's a name.

Where are your papers?

- On the way back from Washington. Why?

- Is it important?
- Important?

My dear friend, Bonbois Boulanger

was the son-in-law
of the Marquis de Lafayette.

- Yes?
- If it's a big "B"

you are a direct descendent
of Lafayette.

- Then I'm a Marquis?
- Better than that.

You are an honorary
citizen of the USA.

- Honorary And can I go back?
- Any time you want.


- Marriage certificate enclosed.
- Do not go so fast.

And that you, as an American citizen,

birth certificate enclosed,

are applying for the entry of your husband.

Emily Agnes Cecilia Brown.

And so young!

- Look at that birthdate.
- Well.

Well her letter certainly showed it.

How did you like that bit
about the eyes?

What eyes?


"There's one thing I didn't
tell you, beloved.

I just couldn't.

You said you liked my eyes.

You might as well know Georges
that when I read a long time

or correct papers
I often wear me glasses. "

Shut up.

"Four more weeks, darling.

Mother is fixing up the spare room for us.

The scrap of chintz in this letter
is what she's going to use for curtains

...if you like it".

How do you like this for curtains, Georges?

it's all rosebuds, Georges.

That's enough. I think
my wife is wonderful.

I couldn't have found
anybody any better.

She leaves me alone, doesn't she?
I write her a few letters.

I call her from time to time.

- And once I cross the border...
- We'll be on our way to New York.

With a small stop in
Azusa, half an hour.

Long enough to tell her that
the love was too great to last,

a mistake that was too lovely
not to have been made.

That she was too good
and you too low.

Half an hour, Anita.

She'll brush off,
like a drop of rain.

You swine!

The large envelope, it must
be the large one.

Calm. Stay calm.

It's it. It's it.

- Good Morning.
- Good morning, inspector.

- What room does Mrs. Kurz have?
- Number 24

I think I've got a crisis
of nerves, Professor.

- What's the matter?
- My papers they've come back

- from Washington.
- And so?

- He thinks I haven't got a chance to get in.
- You bet I do.

How much?

- 10 to 1.
- Your 10 dollars against my 1 dollar?

You've got it.

- Well - open it.
- Sure. Open it.

I can't. You open it.

Good morning, Mr. Hammock.

What is it, Mr. Hammock?

- About our immigration?
- Yes


We can't get in in time so I
can have the baby there.

I just ran into the
Immigration doctor.

But he said I was in fine shape.

It's not you, it's him.

His lungs.
They can't let anybody in with...


I thought you could break it to him.

Oh please, yes.
But not now.

Now while he's so
worried about me...

Whenever you think.

Mr. Hammock, does this mean

we can never get in?
- Sure you'll get in.

When he's better
And he will be.

- Berta.
- Come on.

- Berta, where are you?
- Out here with me, Mr. Kurtz,

having a little chat.

You know I've got quite a crush
on your wife, Mr. Kurz.

"Grandfather Grandmother.

Great-grandfather great-grandmother".

- Here it is.
- No no no.

Do not say it Do not say it

- Bonbois! Bonbois!
- What happened?

Now Anita had a superstition, she said
the letter to Washington

needed a drop of champagne
for good luck.

Or maybe she just liked champagne.

Start with champagne, it'll be
champagne all the way.

I hope it will be a better vintage.

It will be. Only the very rich
will get a crack at Georges and Anita.

- We will be very expensive I'm afraid.
- They can deduct us from their income tax.

- You'll make a wonderful deduction.
- And you.

- Hello, Mrs. Shaughnessy.
- Hello.

- Do you remember me, Mrs. Shaughnessy?
- Of course.

The name is Hammock.

This is Mr. Iscovescu.

Mr. Hammock is from Washington with the
Immigration Department.

Is it someone's birthday?

Don't worry, I brought my own.

It's a surprise to see you this
side of the fence, Mrs. Shaughnessy.

A gal who couldn't wait to hug
every stripe and kiss every star.

All 48 of them.

You see, Mrs. Shaughnessy and
I are old friends.

I was here when we had the honor
of lowering the bars for her.

- A cigarette?
- No thanks.

- How long are you staying this time?
- Two or three days.

Just making sure the old gate
is still here.

How is your husband, Mrs.


I bet him 2 dollars the
day he was thrown at Santa Anita.

- I'm sorry.
- Is he still in a cast?

I really don't know, Mr. Hammock.

You mean you don't know if
your husband is in a wheelchair?

We're divorced Mr. Hammock, it's
about a year now.

No. Not really?
You mean it's gone?

That beautiful love match?

I really loved him then.

Sure, sure.

Only once he got you over the border you
found you didn't like the cut of his nose.

Well if you insist,
I will have a little of this stuff.

I'm not saying anything Mrs. Shaughnessy.
You made the grade - in is in.

Only there's been an awful epidemic
of marrying up and down the border lately.

We finally got our eyes wide open.

No kidding any more.

The department has a
new theme song:

"Is it love or is it immigration?"

If you forgive me,
I must be leaving.

We both must be going.

No, you stay.
I have to see someone.

- Yes?
- Yes, that woman about the chintz curtains.

- It was a pleasure, Mr. Hammock.
- Goodnight, mister.

Chintz curtains?


- Emmy.
- Yes, Georges.

- Open the door.
- Just a minute, Georges.

Wait a minute.

You can come in now.

- I wasn't expecting you.
- I know. Look.

"Congratulations Mr. & Mrs. Iscovescu"

Georges! Georges!

Mr. MacAdams is so nice.

He's gotten a substitute teacher from
Riverside, he's given me the week off,

and I can use the car.
Isn't that lovely?

A honeymoon for a wedding present.

And look what the class gave me.

Isn't it perfectly beautiful?

And this is from mother to you.
It was father's.

- That's where I cut my teeth on it.
- It's very kind.

And this is for you.
I mean, for us, to start out on.

- What is it?
- I saved it up for a postgraduate course

for high school work.
I won't have time to take a course now.

- I don't want any money from you, Emmy.
- Oh Georges. Please!

- No no.
- It's ours.

Community property.
It's the law in California.

And this I bought for myself.

Only it's really for you
because you didn't like the other one.

I bought it in Azusa, but it's
an importation from Los Angeles.

She said I could wear it
like this.

Or maybe a little bit further over
on the face like that.

- You do like it, Georges, don't you?
- I never saw one quite like it.

Oh thank you, Georges.

Well, let's cut the cake.

It was a perfect madhouse back home.
Nobody could believe it.

And the questions they asked.

How it happened,
who you were and what you did.

I had to make up
a lot of the answers.

And you ought to hear how they pronounced
our name: Isci-bitski and Whiski-whiski.

- You have to put your hand over mine, you know.
- Do I?

Did you see what the
kids put on the station wagon?

Do they do that in Romania?

Everybody laughed at me
all the way down.

It's been soaked in port wine.

Mr. MacAdams says it's worth getting
married just to have a bite of it.

Not now.

I must tell them to make up the room.
Now there are two of us.

- Let me have the key to your car will you?
- Yes dear.

I'll park it in the alley.
Police regulations, you know.

- Alright, Georges.
- Thank you.

Oh it's the square one.


Well here he is again.

- How did it go with the chintz curtains?
- Alright.

It looks as if we have some honeymooners
in our midst.

- Evidently, yes.
- What do you know?

The old Esperanza cutting in on
the Niagara Falls trade.

Well, we've got a bowling match
on the American side.

- Goodnight, Mrs. Shaughnessy.
- Goodnight.

I'll be seeing you.
Goodnight Mr...

- What was the name?
- Iscovescu.

Oh yeah.
I'll be seeing you.

- She did seem too good to be true.
- Staying for a week, too.

A nice week to pick with
Hammock in town.

- You'll have to send her back.
- How?

Or take her away before Hammock runs into
the pair of you and starts asking questions.

- I can answer any questions.
- Oh you can?

For instance why you didn't mention you
were married to an American.

and all that happened a little fast, didn't it?
What does she know about you?

And isn't it a little unusual for a bridegroom to
be sitting in a bar kissing Mrs. Shaughnessy?

Who also married an American
to visa herself over the border.

- Shutup. Where can I take her?
- To Santo Tomás to Guadalupe, I don't know!

You've got the car. There's nothing
more natural than a little wedding trip.

What's the matter?
Is she so unattractive?

Goerges, what did you do with the
letter to Washington?

Oh, here. Mail it.
And here's some money.

- How come?
- Never mind. Let's see...

I owe 180 dollars to Flores.
Pay him. And get the things out of pawn.

- 500 dollars?
- And anything you need.

Yeah. Oh this is
like old times.

Good luck.

No. No, no, no.
Your hotel is filthy.

Filthy! Look at those towels.
And that?

You call that a mattress?

Do you think I'll have my wife
sleep on that?

No, I don't want any others.
Filthy, filthy.

What's the matter, darling?

This place is horrible.
I won't let you stay here.

- Oh I really don't mind, Georges.
- No. Pack your things, Emmy.

I'm taking you away. This
place is for cockroaches,

for despair. This is no place
to begin our lives.

- Georges...
- Oh dearest, these few days they gave you,

Please, don't let us
throw them away here.

Pack your things.

Oh Georges, it's raining.

- I love it.
- So do I.

- Where are we going?
- Oh, anywhere darling, anywhere.

Follow the road. Any road.
Wherever it leads.

Maybe to a lake or a palace
with all the windows lighted.

Maybe to a little fishing village with
nets stretched out in the wind.

Did you ever notice how things
talk sometimes?

Listen to those windshield wipers.




- Can you hear it?
- Yes

I thought I'd take her to
Santo Tomás, a matter of 50 miles.

Two or three hours at the most.

But in the night and the storm I must
have taken a wrong turn.

There was no one to ask.

It did not matter.
I drove on and on.

My only thought was of Mr.
Hammock and the way I had slipped

from under his nose.

Whose cake is that?

They left that on the table, senor,
when they went on their honeymoon.

No good letting it spoil.

- Mr. and Mrs. Iscovescu?
- Yes. And it's got cherries in it.

- Who did he marry?
- An American young lady.

He met her the 4th of July and on
the 5th they got married.

- You have a piece.
- Yes

Such a good cake.

Of course I didn't know what was
happening at the Hotel Esperanza.

All I knew was that my foot had
gone to sleep on the gas pedal

and my hands were numb from
holding the steering wheel.

Around 11:00 the sun came out and we
seemed to be approaching some village.

What is it, Emmy?

I thought it was a funny noise
for my alarm clock to make.

- Where we are, Georges?
- Back of an oxcart.

Where are they going?

It's their patron saint's day and
they're having some kind of celebration.

What saint is it Georges?

Whoever is the saint
of brides and bridegrooms.

- Brides and bridegrooms.
- Yes. They're being blessed in the village.

Oh Georges, that's the dearest thing
I ever heard.

- Yes?
- All this time not telling me where we were going.

Georges, you are wonderful!

Thank you, Emmy.

The name of the town was Coloya
or Colonia, I'm not sure which.

But the whole place was filled with young
Mexican couples and with the sound of bells

and laughter and with desire.

I bought her a cheap little Mexican scarf.
The mariachis were playing.

There was a kind of curious
primitive magic about the place.

It got hold of you and carried you
along with all the rest.

In the afternoon, the parade
started for the church.

Georges, please.
Give me 10 cents.

- Just 10 cents.
- Yes, of course.

Come on, Georges, please come on.
They won't mind.

Anybody can do with a
little blessing.

Et benedictus fructus

ventris tui.

Sancta Maria,

Mater Dei.

Pray pro nobis

peccato rebus

nunc et in hora

mortis nostrae.



Benedictio Dei omnipotentis,

patris et filii et spiritus sancti

descendat super vos et maneat semper.


Dominus vos benedicat.

Dominus vos benedicat.

Dominus vos benedicat.

Dominus vos benedicat.

Dominus vos benedicat.

Dominus vos benedicat.

May God be with you, neighbors.

There was a foolish legend about an
olive tree outside the church.

If a married couple
shook it,

however many olives fell, they
would have that many children.

This must be their golden wedding.

He says they got married yesterday.

- What did he say?
- He asked if they could adopt one.

This one is Joshua,
after my father.

And this one is Helen.

Because that's what I wish
I were named. Oh I hate 'Emmy'.

And this one...Georges,
what was your father's name?

- Gregor.
- Gregor Iscovescu then.

Mother was so foolish.

She thought we ought to change our
name to Ingersoll or at least to Ives.

And I said why? And she said,
for your children.

Nobody would think of going to a grocery
store by that name or to a notary of public

called Iscovescu.
And I said: "Nonsense!

There will be a doctor Iscovescu,

a lawyer Iscovescu, a chief justice,
a governor Iscovescu.

This is America.

For the Rockefellers and the Joneses.

For the McGonagalls and
the Frankfurters.

For the Jeffersons and the Slivinskys."
You see?

It's like a lake,
clear and fresh,

And it will never get stagnant while
new streams are flowing in.

But your people are building pretty
High dams to stop those streams.

To keep out the scum, Georges.
Don't you see?

Now in Azusa, when they learned that
I had married a foreigner,

There was only one person who said
anything nasty about you.

And that was Mrs. Bigelow, who runs
Ye old Pilgrim Tea Shoppe.

She said: "I suppose he's just one of
those foreigners coming with empty hands

to grab from America
everything he can."

But Mr. MacAdams put her in her place.

He said: "I suppose your great-
great-grandmother was Pocahantas."

- Funny?
- Very funny.

She's just jealous.

You see, her husband ran away from her
the first week she was married.

You do speak French, don't you?

- Yes
- I just thought

that you could make a nice living in
Azusa teaching French.

But I suppose you'd like to go
into some kind of business.

There are plenty of opportunities.
It's an up and coming little place.

The fastest growing town between
Los Angeles and San Berdoo.

People coming and going and
building and selling and making...

Well you know why we call it Azusa?

Everything from
A to Z in the USA.

I suppose I could sell quantities of
brushes with this accent of mine.

Oh I don't worry about you,

only for one thing, Georges.

- Yes?
- You smoke too much.

Thank you.

Not in front of the children.

I don't quite know how to say it.

On that hot July
afternoon it was like

kissing fresh snow.

I could feel her hand
trembling on my shoulder.

From the church behind us

came the breath of incense.

Of course there was nothing like
an inn in the village.

Most of the people slept
out in the woods.

We had the bus and we got some
sarapes to make ourselves comfortable.

It was a clear night
starred with great stars.

She was humming some little tune

perhaps so I would not hear
her heart beat.

Mine was beating too.

There are no more, Emmy.

Will you get me my dressing case?

I guess that's the threshold.

So it is.

I'll only be a minute.

It'll give you time to go to the kitchen
to see if I turned the gas off.


I love my husband very much, Georges.

Thank you Emmy.

She loved her husband very much.

I kept seeing her as
she knelt in the church.

And I thought of a room
in Azusa, the one with the chintz.

And the day I was to tell her
it was all over.

The day I was to cast her overboard
because she couldn't fit in with my plans.

Wasn't that enough?
I had no right to touch her.

I had no right to involve her.

I wanted her to be still Miss
Brown when I left her.

That's why I did the trick
about my shoulder.

- Georges?
- Yes, Emmy.

Just putting in my suitcase.

- What is it?
- Quick! The hand-brake. Pull it, will you?

Oh Georges, what happened?
Are you hurt?

When I put in the suitcase it
must have hit the brake.

- Are you hurt?
- Just my shoulder.

I've thrown it out.
It has happened before.

- Well let's take your coat off!
- Don't touch it, please. It is a nerve, you know.

- It's twisted over.
- I'll put a compress on it!

No I can't move it
to take off my coat.

Let me sit here with my arm up.

If we could just drive somewhere
and find a doctor.

Oh no, not over these roads.
No I'll be alright.

Go to sleep, Emmy, will you?

If it hurts too much, you blow the horn.


I'm so sorry, Georges.

Isn't it a devil though?

The next morning we
drove to Tabutayo,

where I pretended to have seen
a doctor. And down to San Miguel.

It was the third day that we
started back along the Gulf.

It was very hot.
Over 100, I should think.

She kept talking
about a United States

about border dam, and how
her brother went

to school with a very famous man
by the name of Joe DiMaggio,

and what the FHA is and what the
word 'swell' means.

That's exactly what
she was, swell.

There she goes, yelling
for a drink again.

Oh-oh. No more water.

- There's plenty down there.
- Saltwater?

- Will she take that?
- Well if she doesn't, she won't get anything.


I could not resist.
It's like lime freeze.

- Keep your back turned, Georges.
- Alright.

My hair's sopping.
Bring me my scarf.

I'm like a cucumber in an ice-box.
Feel my cheek.

- Georges, your shoulder!
- What about my shoulder?

It was the 13th of July.

The last day of Emmy's vacation.
But we were still not back.

Liebchen, he's here.
Her doctor is here.

- What?
- Are we too late? And where is the baby?

No, what is all this foolishness?

- You should be in bed, Mrs. Kurz.
- She won't even sit down.

There's no need.

- What's that, Bertha?
- I'm going out.

- Going out?
- To buy our dinner.


She fainted, doctor.
She fainted twice.

I fainted on account of the heat.

The time is getting very close, Mrs.

- I think we'd better move you to the hospital.
- Oh nonsense, doctor.

We have an agreement,
my baby and I.

It's going to be
born in the USA.

Yes. But the papers don't come.

Well, if the baby is willing
to wait, I guess we can.

Well, goodbye.

If you care to stay for some
coffee Josef will make it for you.

Goodbye, liebling.

- Well, how about some coffee?
- Alright, let's have some. Thankyou.

- I am sorry, doctor.
- It's alright, my boy.

That was the shortest 100 miles.

Couldn't we drive around
the block just once?

Could you make a mistake and think that
it is tomorrow you are due back in Asuza?

July 13. Parent-teachers meeting
in the auditorium at 8:00.

- Sounds very dull.
- I have to, Georges.

Mr. MacAdams would be savage.

- How long to Azusa?
- 5 hours.

Well. In that case I think we better
leave your suitcase right here and get the rest.

How are you, Mrs. Kurz?

This is Mrs. Iscovescu.

- Hello.
- We heard about you.

Lots of luck.

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you, Mrs. Kurz.

- Hello, Flores.
- Glad to see you back.

See that this gets to my room.

And let Mrs. Iscovescu in, please.

Darling, while you pack I'll let them
fill up the car and get the salt water out.

Georges, you don't suppose that if I
went to the American authorities

and talk to them they'd let you
come with me?

No darling.
Three more weeks.


I could ask them how they'd like to be
without their wives for three weeks.

I have seen their wives and I am
afraid they'd like it very much.

- Georges.
- Hello Anita.

Honey I thought you'd never come
I've been dying here day after day

looking down the street
watching for your car.

- Bad news?
- Good news. Two offers.

One the Casanova of New York and
the Savoy in Chicago.

Both for the first of October.
We'll take New York.

As for Hammock, not a word.
He's in Tijuana.

Flores is paid.
Your things are out of hock,

and if we need a little cash for
immediate expenses...

Don't look, but right in back of me Mr.

a big diamond man from The Hague, just
arrived the other day, tried to rent a whole floor.

Might be good for a little wardrobe.

New tails for you and a
couple of dresses for me.

We have to be ourselves
before the 1st of October.

- Not the 1st of October.
- We can make it.

Out of here in three weeks. Plenty of time
in New York to brush up the old tango.

- I'm not going right down to New York.
- What? Oh the stop over in Azusa.

- Well that'll be half an hour you said.
- It will be however long it takes.

But we had it so simple.

She was too good.
You were too low.

I'll do it my own way, do you mind?

How, the slow way?

Wait till the first of November or December?
And then comes Christmas?

And jingle bells and the family
standing around the Christmas table?

Do you like the girl?


I like her enough not to give
her a sudden kick.

Not to slap her face in front
of her whole little town.

I like her enough to do it
all with a little style.

Alright, I like her enough not to
behave like a swine for once in my life.

- Well, Hallelujah.
- That will do!

You've got enough money to get you back to New York.
I'll find you there when I'm ready.


You just stand right in the middle
of Times Square and whistle.

Come in.

- Mrs. Iscovescu?
- Yes?

Funny, I just didn't picture
you looking like that. You know.

When one hears about
a school teacher...

I am Anita.

I don't suppose Georges told
you about me, did he?

No. No, he didn't.

- Are you in a hurry?
- I have to get back this evening.

Good. But before you go, there's something
of mine I want you to give me back.

- Of yours?
- Yes. My wedding ring.

What would I be doing with
your wedding ring?

You're wearing it, I think.

You see I loaned it to Georges.


- It belonged to his mother.
- Isn't he wonderful?

He certainly knows how to
pluck at a heartstring.

You see, I gave him the whole idea.

What idea?

About the marriage.

And let's give him credit.
His execution was brilliant.

- He sees you, cuts off your retreat.
- What?

- You remember the 4th of July?
- Yes.

- Why did you stay overnight?
- My car broke down.

A part was lost.

He kicked it down the drain
to keep you here.

He only needed a few hours.

I don't know what story he told you.
He varies his repertory.

But by the time your car was fixed
you were safely married.

Why this is insane!
He married me because...

Yes, he married you

He married you
to pass that gate.

For the same reason that I
married my little American

and with the same ring.

Just take a look inside
at the engraving.

"To Toots, for keeps."
Go on, look at it.

- No.
- Maybe you'd like me to tell you a little more

about the history of Georges Iscovescu.

Get out.



The first time I heard of
Georges I was in Ostend.

Lady Whitwood and her daughter both
tried to turn on the gas because of him.

- Hi there, Mrs. Kurz.
- How do you do, Mr. Hammock?

- Anything wrong?
- Oh, no. It's so hot.

- I'm just on the way to the market.
- What's going on at the hotel?

- The Iscovescus back?
- Yes, this afternoon.

That's neat.

Now you take care of yourself.
That sun's bad.


Hold it, lady.

- Anything we can do for you?
- I'm coming to see Mr. Hammock.

- He just passed through.
- I know.

I talked to him.

He said to wait for
him in the office.

- Okay, lady, go on in.
- Thank you.

- Howdy?
- Good afternoon.

- Quite a spell of heat we've had, Mr. Iscovescu.
- Yes

Got me a new tie the other day.
Kinda loud, don't you think?

Delicious smell of tamales
they always have in this lobby, don't they?

- I want to speak to Mrs. Iscovescu.
- Upstairs, senor.

- Get her.
- Now wait.

What is it, Mr. Hammock?

I just want to talk a few things
over with your wife.

If you don't mind.

If there are any questions

- I'll be glad to answer them.
- It's your wife I want to hear from.

You just sit down here and
keep quiet, understand?

- Go on, get her.
- Si, senor.

I know what you're thinking:
"This woman is a tramp and she's in love with him."

Well I am a tramp and I am in love with him,
for years I've loved him, just as you do.

Only there's this difference:

I'm his sort.

I'm dirt but so is he.
We belong together.

You think you're a teacher -
why you're a schoolgirl

that's learned life
out of a book.

You'd have learned this lesson
in 6 weeks or 6 months.

I'm telling it to you in 6 minutes.

Get away! Get in your car
and don't come back.


- You are wanted in the lobby.
- Who is?

- Mrs. Iscovescu.
- Who wants her?

- Mr. Hammock.
- Who?

He's from the Immigration Department,
he's gonna ask you a lot of questions.

Don't go.
Don't see him.

I'll be right down.
Take my bags, please.

You can't give him away.
What for? What good'll it do?

I learned life from the
school book, remember?

Do you know what I'm going to do
if I ever win the sweepstakes?

Buy me a gold earspool with a
diamond handle, the best, to dig out

all the baloney
I have to hear.

- Emmy!
- I'll handle this.

Right this way, Mrs. Iscovescu.

Have a chair, please.

I have no right to bother
you with any questions

not down here in Mexico.

It's just that if we think an
American might be getting a dirty deal...

- I'll answer your questions, Mr. Hammock.

How long had you known Mr.
Iscovescu when you got married?

A few hours.

Isn't it kind of rash to marry
a man straight off like that?


Had you any idea that he was
waiting to get into the country?


And that he might have married you
to turn the trick?

He might.


Now if you just take the trouble to start
scraping the varnish off Mr. Iscovescu

A lot of interesting things come to light,
for instance...

The way he made his living and that
he was involved with a lot of women?

And one particular woman right here
in this hotel.

- The dancer? His partner?
- Ok.

And that once in America the two of them
were going to team up again.

Now look here Mrs. Iscovescu, anybody can see
the setup with half an eye.

He asked you to marry him
with the express purpose...

You're making one mistake.

I asked him to marry me.

Alright. He got you to ask him
to marry you.

Look, Mrs. Iscovescu, you can make things
very simple for the Department.

With this evidence you
can get an annulment.

It's a cinch. That'll slam the door
right in his face.

- Get what?
- An annulment.

An annulment?

How do you like that, Georges?

That's America. You pay your taxes
but you get a lot of protection.

No, thank you, Mr. Hammock.
It's very sweet of you.

But you see there's nothing wrong.

He told me everything.
There were no false pretences.

You people are always looking for
plots and traps. It's a fine marriage.

I am sorry for your sake, but you
haven't got a case.

We love each other very much.

I'll be the doggondest dog
of all doggone dogs.

Maybe I'm just dumb.


I have always been full of words
you know, big ones, fancy ones,

Just one more word:

- Thanks.
- No.

You see, I come from a small town.

We don't have any of those fine
hotels, we eat at the drugstore.

But we leave a tip just the same.

I don't think I've been too
generous for those seven days.

Only perhaps, when I first met you,

I shouldn't have been so vain.

I should have looked at
your face more closely.


Hey. Did you forget that lady
that's waiting for you?

- What lady?
- That Austrian one from the hotel

- She says that you told her...
- Said what? Where is she?

In the office.

- American?
- Hello, there. Pass.

Help, somebody, help!

- Haven't you heard me yelling for help?
- What's wrong?

Get a doctor, boil some water.
Get a midwife!

Get Mr. Kurz from the hotel.

Let's get an ambulance and
take them back where they belong.

Says you. That kid is an
American citizen.

Operator, operator!
Yeah, get a doctor, please. Hurry!

What's the matter, Georges?
Why are you so quiet?

If you hate me so much,
why don't you say it?


Go on, hit me, I'd much rather that.

I will tell you what was the matter.
Do you believe in premonitions?

Where a black wave breaks over you and you
suddenly know something terrible is going to happen...

In my ears was the screeching of brakes

of tyres taking a wild curve.

Before my eyes was her
foot on the gas pedal,

pressing it down.

But we don't know where Mr.
Iscovescu is.

Yes, I will give him the message.
So soon as he comes.

Yes, I have the name.

Bad isn't it?

On a straight, empty road.
No-one knows how.

Rolled over three times.

What is it?

- What is it? What happened to her?
- Georges...

- There was an accident, wasn't there?
- Yes


Where is she?

They took her to the general
hospital, Los Angeles.

I'll take your car, Flores.

They won't let you cross the border,
you have no papers.

- Give me the keys.
- What are you going to do, crash that gate?

They will catch you! If they catch you
they will never let you in again, never. Don't.

Georges, please, listen to me, all you wanted
was to get into the country legally.

Well you've got it and
I won't let you throw it away.

Listen to me, you idiot.
They will catch you!

You haven't got a chance.

Why nowadays babies are
born everywhere.

Aeroplanes, rumble seats...

Don't you see that sign?

- What do you know?
- There's a patrol ahead; a Mexican license.

My old friend Iscovescu stepping
right into my parlour.

- Well, he won't get far.
- You bet he won't.

And I'll be there at the kill.
That's my pigeon.

What is the quickest
way to Los Angeles?

Keep on this road till you get to
the next boulevard, stop.

Turn right and that'll take you
to Highway 101.

Did you see a light gray coupe with a
Mexican license go by here?

- Yes, she just filled up a few minutes ago.
- Thank you.

It was 5 o'clock this morning
when I got to the hospital.

It wasn't till I climbed those steps
that I was really afraid.

Yes, afraid that it was too late
and nothing left that I could do.

- Mrs. Iscovescu, please.
- Room 735

- Mr. Iscovescu?
- Yes

I'm John MacAdams.
This is Mrs. Brown.

- How is she?
- Unconscious

We are very much afraid, the steering
wheel was crushed against her.

- And there's no fight left in her.
- It hurts her to breathe.

- May I go in?
- Of course.

I am her husband.



She doesn't hear.

Emmy, it's Georges.

Emmy, I've come.

I'm here.

Emmy, breathe.

Try, darling. Try hard.


That's it. Again, darling.



That's alright.

Remember? Remember the rain beating
on the windshield that night?

And the wiper going?
And the word it spoke?







Breathe, darling, we are together.






- How do you like that for parking?
- Sassy, awful sassy.

Say, that's a Mexican licence.

Weren't they looking
for some Mexican car?


I do not know how long
I sat there.

But I must have said it
a million times:

"Together, together, together."

Mr. MacAdams?

You'd better by our friend here
a cup of coffee.

How is she?

Coming along.
She was tougher than we thought.

- Would you like a cup of coffee?
- No thank you, I'll wait.

- She smiled once.
- Oh did she?

I don't know if she ever told you,

but for a while I had
some hopes about Emmy.

She couldn't quite make up her mind
between me and teacher's college.

She was saving up for
a postgraduate course.

Yes I know.

Then you came along
and we were both out,

teacher's college and I.

Yes. She had saved 500 dollars.

Looks kind of big
from here, doesn't it?

It's the first
American city I've seen.

This big street runs right
straight down to the beach.

And you see those hills?
That's Hollywood.

Over there Beverly Hills.

Going down.

You see, it's rather...

Mr. Iscovescu!

There were $500 missing to
square an account.

So when MacAdams
said "Hollywood",

I remembered you and I thought,
well, you know I had a vague hope that

If you liked the story...

- How about Hammock?
- Yes. What about him?

Come on, mister!

You've led us quite a chase,
half way across California.

Through every operating room in the
general hospital, up and down Hollywood,

- And now into a motion picture studio.
- Just one more thing Mr. Hammock.

What I've told you, if they can use it,
The money goes to her.

Here, I'll give you a
real name and address.

- I trust your discretion.
- Come on.

Where are you taking him?
To jail?

And have him eat off the
Government for a couple of months?

I'm dumping him right back where
he came from, for good.

Say, look mister.
Is there something I can do?

Listen, you stick to directing pictures
and let me direct the traffic

across the border.

On our way.

That's the story as
Georges Iscovescu told it.

But the real ending happened
several weeks later.

- What's cooking?
- Hi, Mr. Hammock.

- Back for the celebration?
- What celebration?

Oh they're bringing in
somebody special today.

An honorary citizen.

A what?

An old friend of yours.
Haven't you heard?

Well I'll be the doggonedest...

- Goodbye professor.
- Goodbye, Bonbois. And good luck.

- Thanks a million.
- Goodbye, Mr. Flores.


- Goodbye.
- Anni, Christine, goodbye.

- Mrs. Kurz.
- Goodbye.

- Mr. Kurz.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye, Washington
Roosevelt Kurz!

Well, the inspector is back.

- Hello, Mr. Hammock.
- Where is Iscovescu?

Who? Glum Georgie?
Oh he's around, I guess.

We don't move in the
same set any more.

- Meet Mr. EIvestad.
- How do you do?

This Mr. Hammock is the greatest
fall guy of all time.

Fall, winter, summer and spring.

He has $340,000 in his
account, the big dope.

Say is he deaf?

No, he just doesn't speak
a word of English.

That's why he hired
me as a secretary.

And I mean secretary.

He wants somebody to
show him America,

Watch his expenses
and keep his check book.

Don't you, big boy?

Are you all washed up
with Iscovescu, really?

If you carry a torch long
enough it burns out.

I scorched my hand.

Maybe if I bandage it with
a couple of bracelets...

What do you think,
my little Edam cheese?

How do you do?

I'm fine, sucker.
How are you?

- Hello, Mr. Hammock.
- What are you doing? Writing letters?

Yes. I come every day to write them.
Lots of letters.

To Azusa, to the consul, to Washington,
to you...

The letter to Azusa was very long.

Clear from here to the sidewalk.

They go by airmail.

Good way to save postage.
Who was that one for?

That's not a letter.
That's an advertisement.

"Slightly reformed character
eager for some decent work

anyplace on the globe where
they will have him."

In answer to your ad, we
herewith inform you

that we've made an opening for you
right there in that border.

A certain Immigration Inspector
neglected to report a certain incident.

And there's no use shooting off your
mouth about it once you get in there.

In where?

In the USA.

There's somebody waiting at
the gate with all your papers.

You're the husband of an American wife,
aren't you? Go on. Don't keep her waiting.

And say what was this she was
telling me all the way down

About the two of you raising olives?


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