Maisie Was a Lady (1941) - full transcript

'Right over this way, sir.'

'Right this way.
You can't afford to miss him.'

He lives. He breathes.
He's as rigid as a totem pole.

Yes, siree, folks.
He is absolutely petrified.

Stiff! Stiff as the mummy
of an Egyptian potentate.

'And all we ask
is one tenth part of a dollar.'

One ten dime to scrutinize
this thrilling freak of nature.

'She will amaze you.
She will astound you.'

'Marva, the headless woman.'

Why, she baffles all
the medical doctors.

Marva, the headless beauty
from continental Europe.



'Kept alive by a famous
surgeon's secret.'

- Here you are, sir.
- Two please.

Two, sir?

My good man, if he
goes in, I go in too.

Oh. The two of you.

Come along, my friend.

And now, You see before
your very eyes... Marva.

The first woman in history
to lose her head

and never know the difference.

Well, can you imagine?

Doctors are sure
clever nowadays. My. My.

Your attention is now directed,
ladies and gentlemen

to this machine.

'By means of a secret process'



'chemical blood
is manufactured here'

and pumped through these coils
to the great jugular artery.

Thus, keeping Marva physically
fit and in radiant health.

You can see for yourself,
her abounding vitality.

'Now, you may ask, what would
she say if she could speak?'

What strange secrets of her
headless world would she impart?

But she cannot speak.

Marva cannot speak or hear or see.

'To the end of her days'

Marva will be held
in her prison of silence.

Ladies and gen..

Oh!

What's the idea?

- Somethin' was crawlin' on me.
- You dumb dame!

Ladies and gentlemen, please.

I see you have detected
our harmless little deception

but I beg of you,
don't be unreasonable.

Your money will be cheerfully
refunded by our cashier

now, please file out.

Well, I'll tell a Judge about this.

Oh, it was you, wise guy.

I've to knock
your ears off for this.

I couldn't help it. It's that
fish guy in the monkey suit.

'Let me get my hands on him.'

Oh-h!

The best yap act in the outfit.

Two bits are taken.
Turning 'em away.

Aw, gee, boss.
I'm awful sorry.

Get your stuff and get outta here.

Go on. Get out.

Oh!

Merry Christmas.

# Jingle bells jingle bells
Jingle all the day #

# Oh what fun it is to ride
in a one horse... #

Hey, you.

Well, if it isn't
the headless beauty.

It isn't anymore, fancy pants.

Thanks to you and your sense of
humor. That joke cost me my job.

My child, those who scoff
at science are destined to fail.

Oh, yeah?

Climb down, boys.
Let me at him.

Aww. Weep for poor Donald.

He shall not look
upon his like again.

Boiled as an owl, I might've known.

Only a drunk would pull
the kind of a trick you did.

Don't worry, boys.

A poke in the butt
wouldn't do him any good.

He needs a double
breasted straight jacket.

No, no. Come on now. Let's make
up and let bygones be bygones.

Maybe life's a jolly fourth
of July picnic to you, brother

but it certainly isn't to me.

You cancelled my meal ticket,
it's the middle of the night

there aren't trains
or buses till morning

I got two dimes and 45 miles
between me and New York.

Well, what are you
gonna do about it?

I'll take you.

How? Piggyback?

No, no, no, no. In my car.

We'll have a little drink
here with Curley and shove off.

- What do you say?
- In a word, no.

Don't need to see the newspaper
picture of the accident

to know how I'd look
sprinkled all over the highway.

Well, what's the next idea?

I know. You take my car.

Is that offer on the level?

Why? Certainly. Here.

Here, there's your ticket.
And there's the bus.

Waiting right over there
at the terminal.

Ooh, is that a break
for you, girlie?

What do I do with it
after I reach the city?

Just drive to the Waldorf Garage.

The Waldorf Astoria?

Bet you can't say that thrice
fast without a mistake.

Look, I've had enough of you.
Gotta watch my blood pressure.

- So long.
- Oh, now wait a minute.

Kiss me goodbye, my sweet

for we'll never
see each other again.

Oh, yes, we will, honey.

I've got a bad habit of looking
at the dummies in store windows.

Ha ha ha.

Evening officer.

Kinda new to this
neighborhood, aren't you?

Brand new. It's my first visit
and I'm on my way out.

You're from Brooklyn, aren't you?

You picked it.
South Brooklyn.

Friend of the Rawlstons?

Rawlston?

Never heard of them.
What street do they live on?

Pull over.

Look, officer,
I'm in kind of a hurry.

If you're lonesome and wanna
talk couldn't we ride like this?

Pull over.

Well, okay.

Let me see your driver's license.

Say, what's the idea?
I was only doing 25.

Hand over the driver's license.

- Well, I would if I had one.
- Then an Owner's Certificate?

Look, officer, what've I done?
You started off kinda friendly.

You got something against
people from South Brooklyn?

Where did you get this car?

I borrowed it.
Is that a crime?

Oh, so you borrowed it.
Who from?

From the fellow who owns it.
Or at least he said it was his.

What's his name?

Well, I don't know.
We weren't formally introduced.

What's your name, sister?

I go by Maisie Ravier.

But my right name is
Mary Anastasia O'Connor.

Oh, an alias.

Car thieves are getting
better looking every day.

And you didn't pick yourself
a cheap one either.

'But one that cost
plenty of dough.'

'One of the Rawlston's cars.'

'That's where you made
your mistake.'

Every cop on the pipe
from here to Montauk Point

knows the Rawlstons cars.
Come along with me.

Look, officer,
You got this all wrong.

Let me explain how it happened...

Tell it to the Judge
in the morning. Now, come on.

Am I to understand
I'm under arrest?

Yes.

There was a pinhead that
worked at the carnival with me.

Funny, he never said anything

about having a son
on the police force.

But I guess he had his pride,
same as anybody else.

It seems to me I deserve
some consideration around here

on accounts of my Uncle Denny.

A good cop with a wonderful record.

He never made any false arrests.

Oh, this is an all time low.

What kind of stars could've been
over Brooklyn when I was born?

According to the car's owner

he has no recollection
of lending the vehicle.

Well, according to me,
I don't care what he says.

Remain silent until
the court questions you.

Is this a free country

where a girl's got
rights to ask questions?

Or has everything taken a turn
for the worse since last night?

'This is a free country.'

Then I'd like to know,
between me standing here

and telling you I never stole
so much as a hairpin in my life

and the guy's busy
nursing a hangover

he don't know whether
it's Thursday or raining.

Whose words are you
gonna take? Mine or his?

Mr. Rawlston, however, stated he
did not care to bring charges.

Well, I call that
big of Mr. Rawlston.

As to these charges,
driving without a license

resisting an officer, using
abusive language and vagrancy.

Oh, who's using
abusive language now?

There's limits to what a girl
can take. That's not fair.

Isn't it true that
you're without funds

an address or definite employment?

Listen, Judge, I had a job
at the Marlo Brothers Carnival.

It was to last for two
months at $25 a week.

I lost that job through
no fault of mine.

If you make me pay more
than I've already paid

for what was Rawlston's
fault, every bit of it

you won't be handin' out justice.

I'm not afraid to face the music
for anything I did wrong.

Maybe I made a mistake
when I called him an ape.

And maybe I didn't.

I beg your pardon.

Judge Thatcher, when they first
questioned me about the car

things were, well, frankly,
quite hazy in my mind.

In fact, I remembered
almost nothing of last night.

But since listening to Miss, uh..

- Ravier.
- Thank you.

...to Miss Ravier
and all the evidence

I can remember enough to feel sure

that what she says
is probably true.

I'm terribly sorry
if I was responsible

and I hope you'll
accept my apologies.

Hmph!

Apologies? You'll have
to do better than that.

It's high time that you realize
that your adolescent behavior

'is a source of annoyance to
every self-respecting citizen'

'in this community.'

This last escapade has had
very serious consequences.

You're not on trial here, but
I hold you directly responsible

for this young woman's predicament.

'Therefore..'

...this court orders that you
attempt to make amends

by reimbursing her immediately
with a sum she would've earned

in gainful employment.

Oh no, not me.

Thanks all the same,
but I don't take money

from anybody, unless I earn it.

Very well, then you will
employ Miss Ravier at $25 a week

for two months in a job
that's congenial to her.

Oh, but, Judge Thatcher,
you know I haven't

any employment to offer.
I haven't any business.

You will make it your business
to give her employment

is the court orders.

All charges dismissed.
Case closed.

Oh, gee, Judge, you turned out
to be human after all.

'Thanks a million.'

Not at all.

If he doesn't supply that job,
you just let me know.

Okay, Judgie.

Oh, here, allow me.

Well, thanks.

The Judge didn't say
you had to wait on me.

I, uh..

Oh, that's alright,
I'll just climb over it.

- Well, where we going?
- I'm taking you home.

Maybe this whole thing
wasn't such a hot idea.

- He said you'd give me a job.
- I know and I'm going to.

You heard me tell Judge Thatcher

that I wasn't in business
of any kind.

So, the only thing I can do
is find something at the house.

What for instance?

Well, to be perfectly frank
with you, I don't know.

But don't worry,
we'll work something out.

Well, if you really mean that,
tell me what ideas you got

and I'll tell you how they hit me.

Well... we have
quite a few books.

Oh, come on, now. Do I
look like a librarian?

Maybe you're right.

Look, uh, you and your folks
eat home, don't you?

Yes?

Couldn't you use someone to put
it on the table and wash up?

I'd be okay at that.
I'm clean and I'm quick.

Of course, if you don't mind
doing some kind of housework

I... I just didn't like to suggest it.

If you ask me, it's good as
being a headless woman any day.

Okay, mister, you got a new maid.

Fine, I'll turn you over
to Walpole at home.

Walpole?

Why, Walpole was sort of
taking care of things for us

since... before I was born.

Will I be staying on the place
or do I get a room somewhere?

Well, I, uh, think you
better stay at the house.

We're quite away from the village.

Okay, I'm not fussy
as long as you got a spare room

I can hang my hat.

Cigarette?

Thanks!

Let's have some music, shall we?

Yeah, lets.

'Light?'

Thanks.

Gee, I can't believe it.

Believe what?

The change in you since last night.

Are you really this nice
or are you afraid of the Judge?

Well, I'm not afraid of the Judge.

Say, what were you
celebrating last night?

Christmas eve.

Uh-oh.

When you start playing
Santa Clause at the end of June

you're in a bad way.

Hmm.

I guess you are, at that.

Here we are.

Say, you're sure lucky
living so close to a park.

It's not a park.

- This is part of the grounds.
- Grounds?

Gee.

There's the house, over there.

Say, it certainly is a picture.

And here I was worrying
if you'd have enough room.

Why, it's the size of a hotel.

As a matter of fact,
that about describes it.

Allow me, Mr. Robert.

Good morning..

Al Walpole, this is Miss Ravier.

Oh, you're him.

Well I'm glad to meet you, Walpole.

How do you do, Miss..

Uh, Ravier, but you can
just call me Maisie.

Frankly, I'd feel more
at home if you both did.

What do you call yourself? Bob?

Sure, that's right.

Oh, Walpole, Miss, uh,
that is Maisie

is stopping with us for two months.

Yes, Mr. Robert.

At a salary of $25 a week.

Y-yes, Mr. Robert.

Maybe you better tell him
I'm the new maid.

- Oh, that's right.
- M-maid?

Yes and find something
decent for her.

No, no scrubbing floors
nothing like that.

No, sir, I-I'll do my best.

Oh, anything you got
open will do fine.

I played a maid in a show,
I know how to act.

'Even if the routine
will be kinda new.'

You're a theatrical
personage, Maisie.

I was the cause of her losing
her job with the carnival.

Although, this isn't
much of a substitute...

Oh, will you quit.

I told you, being the headless
woman is no bed of roses.

That's right you did.

Oh, there's her bag, Walpole.

Yes, sir.
I-I-I'll get it.

Walpole will handle everything
so I'll leave you with him.

- Now, if you'll excuse me...
- Sure, Bob. Go ahead.

- I'll see you around later.
- That's right.

- Follow me, miss.
- Oh, you bet.

Come along.

Say, the lobby of Radio City's
got nothing on this.

And he calls this a house.

Does Bob live here all alone?

Oh, Miss. Maisie, not Bob.

Oh, you mean he's married.

Mercy me no, Mr. Robert

lives here with his father
and Miss Abigail, his sister.

Oh, where's his mother?
Isn't she...

Mrs. Rawlston
is no longer living.

Oh.

Gee, she must've kinda
hated to leave

all these beautiful things.

She was a very great lady,
her presence is badly missed.

Only three people
and all this space.

How do they find their way around?

Drop pebbles?

Reporting for duty.

How do I look
in the outfit, Walpole?

Say, you look kinda pale,
is anything the matter?

Everything.

Those earrings
and all that jewelry.

They're just not worn
when one's in uniform.

Well, if that's the case
I'll peel 'em off

but I must say, I'm gonna
look kinda undressed.

And your shoes.

'Your toes, your toes
are protruding.'

Good gracious! Haven't you
a more conservative pair?

Well, If you mean have I got
any ground grippers? No.

These or my wedges and they got
the toes in and the heels out.

- Wedges?
- Uh-huh.

None of those by all means.

Oh, please don't
misinterpret my criticism.

But we must, you must be most
discrete, now of all the times.

Why now? Is anything goin' on?

A great deal. We have
a house full of guests.

Oh, I didn't see any company.

No, they're being served
breakfast by the swimming pool.

We have a lot more
guests coming tomorrow

for the engagement dinner.

Oh.

Bob's engaged?

Mr. Robert.

No, It's not Mr. Robert,
it's Miss Abigail

whose engagement will be announced.

Oh, that's nice.

Excuse me.

Ah, yes.

That's Miss Abigail
summoning me, I must go.

What about me? I'm supposed
to be working here.

Oh, yes-yes, well, take
that bowl of flowers upstairs

put it on the console table

in the west corridor
of the south wing.

Got a map?

Yes. Well, use the back stairs.

Are you quite sure you understand?

Don't you worry your
cute little head about me.

She said cute.

Come in.

- Good morning, Miss Abby.
- Good morning, Walpole.

Isn't this the most beautiful day?

Indeed it is, Miss Abby.

Walpole, I rang for you
because I was wondering

I haven't heard
from father and I thought

perhaps there might be a telegram

that was overlooked
in all the excitement?

No, no telegram
has come, Miss Abby.

But I feel certain he'll be coming

after all, a dinner party
for the announcement

of his daughter's engagement.
It's an important occasion.

Oh, be sure of it,
he'll be here tomorrow night.

Oh, it's silly of me
to worry, isn't it?

Oh, no special request
today, Walpole.

See that our guests
are well taken care of

and tell cook to give us
something very nice for dinner.

But you always do that anyway.

Thank you, Miss Abby.

Walpole, are you sure the
decorators are coming today?

Mr. Wichely assured me
he'd be here at 11

to arrange the table.

Oh, wonderful! Have you
seen Mr. Phillips yet?

Mr. Phillips
breakfasted in his room.

He wished to wait
till you were ready

before going down to the pool.

Oh, I didn't know he was waiting
for me. Thank you, Walpole.

Oh, uh, say, mister,
could you tell me

which is the camisole table?

The camisole table?

Well, now, I'll tell you the
console table is right there.

Thanks.

Don't know your way
around, do you, Peggy?

I know my way all around and
the name isn't Peggy... Charlie.

The name is not Charlie.
It's Phillips, Link Phillips.

Wait a minute.
What are you made up for?

You're no maid.

What's this?
A rib of some kind?

One of the gangs
staging a practical joke.

Yeah, County Judge
down at Bell Harbor

he's very comical,
keep you in stitches.

A Judge? I don't get it.

Pardon my frankness, but I don't
care whether you get it or not.

Just as cute as you're
fresh, aren't you?

You know, we had a saying
on our block once

"I'd rather be fresh than stale."

We girls used to say it
to dirty little boys.

It's a corny old crack,
but it's still good enough.

- Well, I'll be..
- 'Link, oh, Link?'

Coming, darling.

We'll spar a couple
of more rounds later.

Link, it was sweet
of you to wait for me.

I never mind waiting...
if it's for you.

Well, "Everybody to his taste"

said the old lady
as she kissed the cow.

Oh, pardon the thing,
answer that somebody.

Hello?

Please bring a dozen more of the
breakfast plates to the pool.

The breakfast plates?

The blue and white ones, second
shelf by the window, hurry up.

Okay, coming right up.

- Your breakfast, miss.
- Oh, thank you.

- Good morning, Miss Abby.
- Good morning.

Oh, Abby darling, bless you.

- Good morning, all.
- Good morning, everybody.

Have you everything
you want, everyone?

Now, that you're here,
everything, honey child.

Abby, my pet, you
are such a divine hostess.

You're spoiling us hopelessly.

Really, I'm already dreading
the day I have to leave.

Speaking as the oldest guest in
this charming resort, so am I.

Why, John.

Don't be so naive.
What's your bid?

Oh, good morning, Bob.
I didn't see you.

Oh, I'm trying my best
to be inconspicuous.

He is being very mysterious, Abby.

Won't tell us a thing about

where he disappeared to
after dinner last night.

Yeah, that's me.
Man of mystery.

Uh-oh.

'I could've made a Grand Slam
with half of what you had.'

I'd like to see you
bid a Grand Slam.

Let's see you make a grand splash.

Ooh.

Oh. Hello, Bob.

Somebody sent for these plates.
What do I do with them?

Why don't you take them one
by one and throw at the guests?

Oh, Bob.

No, on the level, somebody did...

- Come here.
- Hey, let go.

Say, what is the idea?

What's the matter with you?
Are you crazy?

- When were you engaged?
- This morning, do ya mind?

Get back in the house.

What is it that's so funny?

You name it, I can't.

- You kidding me. This is a gag.
- It's marvelous.

- Who's idea was it?
- I don't know.

Judge Thatcher's. Maisie
is my award for two months.

Two long happy months.

Oh, Bob, what is it this time?

Well, it's the stupefying
challenge the intellect.

The headless woman from
the Marlo Brothers Carnival.

Oh. Maisie, Maisie.

Maisie, you've not yet
removed the, those things.

I must ask you to
take them off at once.

You said you would.

For two cents I'd take off
the whole outfit

and sit out the summer
in Central Park.

How long you've been
serving time here, Walpole?

Maisie, I must ask
you to try to be a little..

Oh, I've been the
Rawlston Butler for 30 years.

Thirty years on the 17th of April.

Thirty years? Boy, have you
taken your beating like a man.

Say, who are those assorted
nuts out at the pool anyway?

Maisie, I must rebuke you.

These young people
are Miss Abby's guests.

Her friends. You mustn't speak
so disrespectfully of them.

Listen, Walpole,
I've spent my last 20 years

learning how to spot phonies.

When the label reads imitation
why not say so out loud?

- You don't like them, do you?
- My dear, show mercy me.

I don't know.
I need that paycheck bad.

I'm thinking
it's one of those times

when money is too expensive.

Yes, Maisie.
Ah, very good.

You wish to see me, Miss Abby?

Ah, yes, I do.

Your name is, Maisie, isn't it?

That's right... ma'am.

This is Miss Rawlston,
Miss Abigail.

Oh, you are the sister... ma'am.

Yes, my brother told me
how you happened to be here.

- Yes, ma'am.
- No. Not ma'am, Miss Abigail.

That isn't necessary, Walpole.

Bob had to employ you for two
months at $25 a week. Right?

I had it coming after
what he put me through.

That was the Judge's idea too.

That's the front door bell,
will you excuse me, Miss Abby?

I think Judge Thatcher
was perfectly right.

I can't expect you
to do this sort of thing.

It isn't fair to you
or to my guests.

So, perhaps we can solve everything

by paying you now in advance.

You can find something
more suitable.

Why don't you say
you want me outta here?

Oh, that's not why...

I told your brother
it was a job or no dice.

That happens to be
the way I operate, lady.

Strange as it sounds.

And when I put on this outfit
all I expected was $25 a week

and half-way decent treatment
in return for doing my best.

If that isn't good enough
for you, just say so.

I'll go. With exactly
what I bought here.

Two dimes, a suitcase and
a talent for picking the jinxes.

Oh, please, I only
suggested that-the money

because I thought you'd be
happier with it that way.

Uh-huh. I'll bet.

You came up here from the pool

all worked up about
making me happy.

You came up here
to pay off nature's mistake

so your guests wouldn't
be embarrassed looking at her.

Oh, please don't feel that way.

Listen, maybe I don't know the
ins and outs of being a maid

but that crowd of yours
wouldn't be held over

for a second week
in some spots I've played.

If they were rude to you..

- If we were rude, I'm sorry.
- Oh, skip it.

Looking back on it, I didn't behave

so hot myself there
or just now to you.

But your brother
lost me a job yesterday.

Today he's very swell and very sorry
I thought the job would be okay.

Now it's curdle on me, you can't
blame me for being burned up.

No, Maisie.
I don't blame you a bit.

I'd be burned up myself.
But don't go.

I know how you feel about
not wanting to take the money

without working for it,
really I do.

Yeah, well, maybe you do at that.

But in eight weeks I'd be a
cinch to tangle

with those comics
down by the pool sure as fate.

They give me that..

"Well, darling, she is too,
too laughable, I mean really."

And I'd give them a right cross.

Oh, Maisie, I'm sure that won't
happen again. Here is an idea.

Nora has been taking care
of me, she's my personal maid.

But she is very busy
with the house so full.

Would you try that job?

Well, being your
personal dresser you mean?

Yes. I'm sure you'd
find it pleasant.

I might give it a trial.

If I do anything outta
line you call me on it

I'll do it right the next time.

- I know you will.
- Okay, Miss Abigail, deal.

Maisie, I'm veryhappy.

Tell me, I want to rejoice too.

Oh, Link dear, I want
you to meet Maisie.

She's going to be
my personal dresser.

This is Mr. Phillips
my fiance, Maisie.

It's a pleasure, Maisie.

How do you do?

Miss Abby, the decorators
have arrived.

- Where are they, Walpole?
- In the dining room.

Come on, it's about the
decorations for tomorrow night

and I want your advice.

So, your name's Maisie.
Now, why didn't I guess it?

I wouldn't know.

But I had you tagged
the minute I saw you.

Yeah, the missing link.

What do you say we all go to bed?

- That's a good idea.
- Aw, not so early.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Let's make a night of it.
Why go to bed so early?

No back talk. Tomorrow's
the big night. Up you go.

Alright. But today
is already tomorrow.

- Oh, come on, Georgie-porgie.
- It's a woman's world.

What's happened to Bob tonight?
I haven't seen him around.

Maybe he's on the trail
of another headless woman.

- Well, goodnight now.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Walpole.
- Goodnight, Miss Abby.

- Goodnight, Louis.
- 'Goodnight, Miss Abby.'

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, sir.

Tired, my pet.

No, I'm so excited,
I don't feel sleepy.

If I do go to sleep,
maybe it'll be morning sooner.

That's right.

Oh, Link, do you really
think father will come?

I'm beginning to
feel a bit jealous of Cap.

After all he's your pop

but I don't want anyone
on your mind, but me.'

'In fact, I protest my girl.'

'You are my girl,
aren't you, Miss Rawlston?'

'Oh, Link, forever.'

Goodnight, darling.
Sleep well.

Goodnight, dearest.

Oh, Maisie, I didn't except
you to wait up for me.

Oh, it's okay.
It's part of the job.

I've made up my mind
not to miss a cue.

That's very sweet of you.

Only just call me
Miss Abby, will you?

Sure, Miss Abby.

I've hated the sound of my name.

- Ever since my boarding school.
- Yeah?

The girls used to have a
rhyme they'd tease me with.

"Pigtail Abigail got
no sense, but lots of kale."

Can you imagine
a silly rhyme like that

making me hate my name?

I remember one
the South Brooklyn punks

used to pull on me
when I was a kid.

"Big slat, brickbat
Mary O'Conner is a polecat."

That's my real name,
Mary Anastasia O'Connor

after my mother's favorite sister.

I see.

Did the rhyme hurt
your feelings, Maisie?

Ho ho, not mine.

I was a pretty good amateur
rock thrower in those days.

I had to be.

'Speaking of rocks.'

Don't tell me that's
all the real stuff.

Why, yes.

Gee, I've never been this close

to genuine rocks in my whole life.

- Is it alright to look?
- Of course, Maisie.

Diamonds, emeralds.

Look at that ruby broach.

See you should've worn that
and those bracelets tonight.

Sure would have
dressed up that outfit.

Well, I don't usually
wear any jewelry, Maisie.

Only this little pin
that belonged to my mother.

I don't care much for the other.

Except of course,
my engagement ring.

You don't? Pardon
the personal questions.

Why'd you buy it
if you don't like it?

I didn't buy any of it.

- They are presents from father.
- Oh!

You see he's had
to be away so much.

He's always sorry when he isn't
here for special occasions.

If it is your birthday or something

he can't make it,
he sends you those?

That's right.

Boy, I'd certainly
have a lot of birthdays

and special occasions.

From the looks of it, he must
have missed a lot of them.

What does he do? He can't
be a salesman.

'Oh-oh no.'

What kind of business is he in
that keeps him on the go?

'He isn't in any
business, Maisie.'

Father is very popular. He plays
a wonderful game of golf.

He loves to hunt and sail.

Oh, Cap leads a
very exciting, busy life.

Yeah, it sounds busy.

Would you like
to take another bath?

I'll just splash some cold water
on my face and hop in to bed.

Goodnight and thanks
for waiting up for me.

Goodnight, Miss Abby.
See you in the A.M.

'You know something? I have been
reviewing our talks together.'

'Yes. I have been running over a
long series of fireside chats.'

It's finally been born in on
me that you never say anything.

Might as well be talking to myself.

That goes for you too, General.

Now, look here sir.
This face was given to me

and if you don't like it,
I'm sorry.

But from him.

Might as well face it
boys, he is a bust.

But you definitely disappoint me.

Oh, well. I shall have a drink.

This one, flint-heart is on you.

Oh!

What's that? Mice?

Oh.

Bob, it's you.

Well, with all the people
I could have met.

The only one I wanted
to meet. I met.

Well, well, what are you
celebrating tonight?

Groundhog Day?

Oh, no, no, no.

Christmas eve.
I'm loyal to Christmas eve.

One good Christmas eve
deserves another.

Say, it isn't always
Christmas eve with you, is it?

- Oh, no, no.
- Good.

Just almost always.

Oh, Maisie, would you
forgive my presuming

on our brief acquaintance?

Well I don't know.

That depends on what one's
presuming around here.

Well, I would like to say
something. I would really.

I'd like to venture
the remark that you

strike me like as an ideal
companion for a Christmas eve.

That is my recent conclusion
and I stand by it.

Yes, a good company
that would be you. Fun.

Hmm, gee, thanks. I wish
you'd said that sober, pal.

But thanks all the same.

And let me take it
just a step further.

You would also be a charming
companion at a roller derby.

A Midget Auto Race, Flower Show,
Varnishing Day or a Michaelmas.

And it would cause
no end consternation.

Oh, limousines would rear

and lunette would
crash to the floor.

You would grace my aunt
in the diamond horse shoe

at the opening at the opera.

They would say,
"Bob, how dare you?"

And I will say,
"this is my lady."

Boy, oh boy, oh boy
wouldn't we have fun.

I get it.

That man's here again.

In the words of, George and
old Gordon Lord Byron

"There'd be none
of Beauty's daughters

with a magic like thee."

In the words of Maisie
Lady Ravier, "get yourself

a new stooge."
I'm going to bed.

Oh, no, no, please no
the night is young.

Though we might stick on here.

Oh, come on, Maisie. Now,
sit down and chat with me.

Maybe I better then.

Maybe I better sit down
and take a good long look.

Once I really memorize
somethin', I don't forget it.

That's what I want to hear.

I've listed your good qualities.

What do you like about me?

Well.

There was a guy who spoke up
in court once

when he didn't have too.

I liked him fine.

And when that guy made
a mistake and hurt somebody.

He was man enough to own up to it.

'I liked that fine too.'

Certainly.

And he was so polite.
Treated me like a lady.

You set a lot of store by nice man

as when you've been over
the bumps like I have.

Simple case of Noblesse oblige.

Yeah.

Looking back on it
he was a great guy.

But brother, that wasn't you.

Lady Vier deRavier,
I am one and the same.

Your stratosphere prince,
Flash Gordon.

I don't know, maybe,
I'm losing my grip.

Out of my way, funny man,
I'm going.

Take my advice, travel by air.

It's the modern way.
Safe, quick and quick.

Thanks, all the same.

But I just found out,
I can take a nose dive

standing right here on the ground.

Let me reassure you, this plane
is absolutely bulletproof.

Here, wait, wait.
Let me show you.

See, it can climb 600ft in forty.

Why can't you see me settle down.

Here she comes with
a roar from space

all set for a three point
landing on a dime.

- 'Woo-ho!'
- Look out.

Oh.

I guess, I must have forgot
to retract the landing gear.

'I'm dreadfully sorry.
Hold me tight.'

'Oh, get away from me, you!'

Maisie. Bob?

Go away, wrestling match
is no place for a woman.

- It's too brutal.
- Oh, Bob!

- Maisie, I-I'm sorry.
- It wasn't your fault.

Haven't you caused her enough
trouble and unhappiness already?

Of course, I'm trying to assume.

Make her happier or happy
are reasonable facts

are simply there. So why not
her's. The democratic way.

Santa Claus?

Cap. It might be Cap.

Come on. Hurry up!

Cap.

Hey, Cap. Is that you, Cap?

- Abby, darling!
- Oh, Diana.

Of all people!

The plot thickens.

Isn't it foul, my barging
in like this?

Oh, no, it's a wonderful surprise.

- Quite a surprise.
- Bobby, dear.

Pardon, my claws, how are yours?

Same old adorable, Bobby.

'On my bill, please.'

'Yes, Ms. Rawlston.'

Weren't you in San Francisco?

Darling, I was until I read
about your engagement. My dear!

It's in the newspapers already?

Of course. Isn't it the
most exciting news?

How did you take it?
Standing up or sitting down?

Silly, I was thrilled speechless.

I had to be here for
your announcement dinner.

'Oh, I'm very happy.'

What a shame, everyone's in bed.

- I'll wake 'em up.
- Oh, no, no, please.

I'm much too exhausted
from my plane to see anyone.

Not even Link?

Oh, Walpole.

- How nice to see you.
- Thank you, Miss Diana.

- The Venetian?
- Heavenly.

You're sure I'm not...

If isn't always your
favorite room waiting for you.

Walpole, Mr. Bob
will take that case.

You and Maisie go to bed.

- Very good, Ms. Abby?
- What's good about it?

- Traveling kind of light.
- Come along, let's go upstairs.

'I just dropped everything late'

'and rushed to the airport.'

'Di, if I had only known..'

Goodnight, Maisie.

Merry Christmas.

Walpole, one for you too.

Well, that's the end
of the day, I hope.

Yes, I think it's safe
to retire now.

What a place! Boarders drop in
at any odd time.

If you ask me that one
seemed anxious to get here.

Yeah?

I fear, Mr. Robert was not
quite himself, this evening.

Yes, he was. It was this morning
he wasn't quite himself.

Well, him being nice and sober

make him sense as
a character apart.

That's the real Rawlston
that speech makin' drunk.

Oh, Maisie, no.

Oh, Walpole, yes!

Mr. Robert has a fine
scientific mind.

Preserved in alcohol.

Are you sure?
You're quite wrong.

You want to see my scar?

I've known him since his birth.

Oh, yeah, I know.
But then all babies are cute.

Oh, dear, dear.

Yes, I, I realize it's quite late

but won't you step into my
sitting room just for a moment?

Oh, Walpole.
Not you too.

I beg your pardon?

I beg yours.

A day here is done, thanks to me.

I've kept a scrapbook
of Mr. Robert's activities.

He showed fine promise.

Believe me, you're misjudging him.

Now, won't you step in,
just for a moment

and see for yourself.

- Well, okay.
- Yeah.

Mr. Robert in 1920.

So he was on the wagon
only 20 years ago.

Excuse me.

Ah!

'Here, he is,
with his first cup.'

He should have bought
a man size stein to begin on.

No, no, that's a trophy!

He won that in competition
with 5000 boys of his age.

Doing what?
Cutting out paper doll?

No, no. Building the best
model airplane in the country.

Maisie, he won that trophy
for five straight years.

No.

In 1930, he went to

the Massachusetts Institute
of technology.

One of the finest scientific
schools in the country.

And there he had
a brilliant record.

Would've been one of the leading
airplane designers in America.

Had he remained to graduate.

I guess, he just didn't have time.

Too busy leaping from jag to jag.

As a junior, he won
the McBride scholarship.

Very great honor, I assure you.

It was then, that he left.

He came home at Christmas..

...and never returned to college.

Christmas?

Yes, I was opening
the Florida house.

Mr. Rawlston was visiting
friends in Rio.

'Ms. Abby was at school.'

'In Switzerland.'

And Master Robert was all alone.

He got lit up like a Christmas tree

and has stayed that way ever since.

How did the chair shake?

- Nighty-night, Walpole.
- Nighty.. Uh, oh!

Goodnight, Maisie.

Thanks for showing it to me.

Knowing him when he was little

must make looking at
him today even tougher.

Everything he was, he is.

You'll realize that Maisie if
you knew him as well as I do.

Oh, yeah, I couldn't be fonder
of him if he were my own son.

Well, if you ask me.

It's too bad, you couldn't
have been his father.

He's just going through
a phase. That's all.

- Just a phase.
- Yup.

The phase in the bar room floor.

Well, what have we here?

Hello darling,
how are you this morning?

- Oh, you, sweet thing?
- Orange juice?

Yes, rather. That's a start.

How about a little tennis

after you gorged
yourself, Mr. Phillips?

Oh, brilliant idea
from one so young?

Well.

Anything I can do for you, Maisie?

You can tell me where's Ms. Abby.

Oh, anyone seen Abby?

'She dashed out a few minutes
ago to her room.'

- There you are.
- Thanks.

Hello, everybody.

Well, isn't anybody
going to say hello?

Well, well, well.

Hello, Link.

Hello yourself, beautiful.

What a good morning surprise.

And what about your
surprise, you rogue?

'Aren't you the one?'

I'm thrilled, I can hardly speak.

Yes, thanks.

Have you seen Abby?

Isn't he cute? Acting
like a husband already.

Come on, sit down.
Tell me all about it.

Just think five short weeks
since I went to the coast.

But so much has happened.

- May I get you breakfast?
- Just a little, thanks.

I'm much too excited to eat.

Sit down and have your
breakfast, Link... darling.

Because afterwards
I'm gonna snatch you

right from under Abby's nose.

'For a good old gab'

This is so divine, children.

I'm sorry. I promised to play
polo with the Sedricks, today.

I can't let them down.
Terribly sorry.

I've to go like mad
to make it. Excuse me.

Oh, polo. I'll
ride over with you.

I should be gone most of the
day, terribly sorry to rush off.

See you, later.
Well, so long, everybody.

Dear, Link.

He always have such
a time remembering

his social engagements.

Mr. Rawlston left when?

Last night?

Then he's probably on
his way here. No, no message.

This is his daughter.
Thank you.

- Yes, Maisie?
- A package for you, Ms. Abby.

Thank you.

Cartiers.

Here, I'll open it.

'Holy smoke.'

'Boy!'

From your dad?

Isn't he gonna be here,
tonight, Ms. Abby?

No.

Gee, I'm sure sorry.

Link.

Oh, Link.

Abby, my dear, what is it?

Cap.

Oh.

- He isn't gonna be here?
- No.

Too bad.

You leave us alone, please.

Seems to me more
than the silver could stand

a little cleanin' up around here.

I don't think I quite understand.

Well, that makes two of us.
Talk about your jigsaw puzzle.

Are you fond of puzzles too?

I'm rather an expert
if I may say so.

Well, maybe you can
explain this one.

How does that Diana
fit into the picture?

Ms. Diana?

- What picture?
- No, no, never mind.

But take a stab at this one.

What kind a half baked father is it

that won't come home for his
daughter's engagement dinner?

- Isn't Ms. Rawlston coming?
- No.

He sent a million dollars
worth of cracked ice instead.

- Cracked ice?
- Yeah, you know, jewelry.

Maisie, you must not.

Well, I feel sure that he bent
every effort to get here.

Yeah, well, somebody ought to
bend him around around his neck.

Oh, what's the difference.
I should worry.

Now, I'm gonna catch up
on a cup of coffee.

The buzzer, Maisie.

That's Ms. Abby.

- The backstairs please, Maisie.
- The backstairs please, Maisie.

Okay, cutie pie.

Oh, Maisie.

Gee, what happened?

A couple of minutes ago
you were in tears.

I know. Now,
I'm the happiest girl alive.

You must help me so
I must tell you.

Promise me, you won't tell a soul.

Are you going away some place?

To be married.
We're eloping.

Oh.

You and Mr. Phillips
are gonna get married today?

I can hardly believe it,
myself but it's true.

- But Ms. Abby...
- Isn't it romantic?

It was all Mr. Link's idea.

Everyone will be here, tonight,
to celebrate our engagement.

And we'll send 'em a telegram

telling them
to celebrate our wedding.

- We'll be on our honeymoon!
- Oh, but you think you should?

I mean, isn't it all of a
sudden? Too sudden?

That's what's so romantic about it.

Now, listen carefully, Maisie.

Here's the key
to the DeSoto. Get it out.

Park it and leave
the motor running.

If anybody asks, make some excuse.

When no one's around
come back here and call us.

We'll be ready in a few minutes.

If I'm not here, I'll be
in his room, packing.

- Will you do that?
- Sure, Ms. Abby.

I only wish it could be more.

Thank you, Maisie. Now, hurry
and remember not to tell anyone.

I wish I wasn't always
getting hunches.

Hunches, Maisie? About what?

Nothing.

Rather dressy for polo, aren't you?

Yes, if I were playing polo
but I had an unexpected call

and have to run into the city.

How important.

The very day you're
engagement's to be announced.

With a fanfare
of gold plated trumpets.

Alright, Diana.

- Let's get down the cases.
- Let's.

I had every intention of seeing
you and talking things over

when you got back from the coast.

But I didn't expect what
happened this morning.

Your remarks and the way
you looked at me.

- 'Wasn't like you at all.'
- Really?

Were your delicate
sensibilities revolted?

Diana, be fair.
I tried to be.

I wrote and told you all about it.

'I felt sure you'd see it my way.'

'You never answered my letter.'

I couldn't hope to compete in
writing with that masterpiece

of simple direct English prose.

So, I'm replying
in person, Mr. Phillips.

Look, Di.

Maybe, I took too much for granted.

I guess, I felt too sure
about how you'd feel.

Why should my marriage
to have be spoil anything

between you and me?

Hurt me?

It would be easy
if it were only that.

You couldn't hurt me,
Mr. Phillips.

Now, that I see you
as you really are.

'You've made me sick
with shame and disgust'

'for the fool I have been'

I can't even look in a mirror
without getting nauseated.

If I lived 10 centuries, I'll
never get over loathing myself

for having spent
one moment with you.

Well, that's the way you feel.

I guess, that's it.

But I'm sorry,
it had to end this way.

Oh, no.

This isn't the end.

But don't you wish it were.

What do you think you can do?

Oh, several things.

One in particular.

Telling Abby a few
of the sordid details.

And it just occurs to me
it might save her some scars.

'Not that my motto's
are altruistic'

'A good deed might help restore
some of my self respect.'

Careful, Missy.
Don't get too brave.

It may explode in your face.

Take your filthy hands off me.

Di! Link! What is it?

Nothing, Abby. Come on,
let's get out of here.

Oh, Link, but you
and Di were arguing.

- What's the trouble?
- So, that's it!

You're eloping.

What a miserable excuse
for a human being you are...

Diana, how dare you speak
to Link like that?

Come on, Link. Answer that one,
protect yourself.

Don't forget the trip
I made to the coast.

Five horrible weeks, sweating
Uncle Alex consent

to my marrying you,
got cutting of my allowance.

Marrying Link?

'That insignificant allowance
that kept us both for months'

and the things our various
hostesses didn't provide.

You gonna stand
and listen to this rot?

No, I'm not, Diana, I don't know

why you're saying
such horrible things.

- But I'm not interested.
- That's right, Abby.

You're running true to form.

You always were as pathetically
dumb as they come.

Say what you've to say about me
leave Abby out.

Bravo!

For the love of heaven
and you're own sake.

Wake up! Stop being
deaf and blind!

'All your so called friends
laughs at your stupidity.'

You're buying something that
will make you hate yourself.

'You realize
if it weren't for your money

'he'll be laughing at you,
take it from me, Abby.'

'I know.'

Mr. Phillips has just jolted me
for the rots of millions.

Stop! Stop! I don't want to hear
anymore, they're lies!

Yes, I'll admit, I did tell
one small lie.

I lied when I said I read about
your engagement in the paper.

I didn't.

I read it in a letter.

From Link.

Here, let me share it with you.

"My, darling. I'm engaged
to marry Abby Rawlston.

"I know, you'll understand
the reason.

"It's an opportunity
that you least of anyone

"would want me to refuse.

'"Money was the only thing
that stood between us'

'"and complete happiness.'

'"And we are both realists.'

"Perhaps, instead of the end...
this is only the beginning.

Your, Link."

But, Abby, that was
written before..

Au revoir, worse luck next time.

Nice goin', pal.

Well, what are you looking at?

Nothing.

I'm near sighted.

I can't see that far down.

Well, that's over and done with.

Oh, honey, I know
what hurts right now

like you have been scolded but..

...honest, you're gonna be glad
of it, for rest of your life.

Ms. Abby, let's you a little
wide of your father huh?

Everyone knew.

Everyone's been laughing.

They've always laughed.

Deaf... blind...

Oh, don't let any
of that stuff throw you.

I can see now.

I can see... myself.

There's never been anyone.

Nobody used to like me.

I always thought
there was something wrong

with me because no one liked me.

'At school.'

Anyplace.

And then when Link..

It all began with Link.

All of a sudden everything
was so wonderful.

Link loved me and I had
all the friends in the world.

Everything was different.

But it wasn't.

Link didn't love me.

Those people... they were
pretending because of the money.

Just like him.

They've all been pretending,
right from the start.

And I haven't changed one bit.

Pink tail Abigail,
got no sense but lots..

Oh, don't honey.

You just sit tight..

...I'll be right back.

Hi, Maisie.

Sorry for what you did last night?

Look, Trip. Your sister's
in trouble.

Trouble, trouble, Doyle and Drupal.

Keep quiet and listen
if you're not too far gone.

She found out about Phillips.

He was after her money.
Doesn't love her and never did.

- Ah, sure.
- Sure?

You know, what I'm trying...

I know, I know, I know,
I knew it all the time.

You knew it all the time?

For crying out loud,
I had a hunch myself

but it wasn't up to me
to say anything.

And you say you knew.

You've been here right along.
You're her brother!

That's right, brother, sister.

Oh, if I could only
shake some sense into you.

She's gone all to pieces, Bob.

She looks bad and she acts
awful funny, I wish...

Oh, never mind, you wouldn't
be any help, anyway.

Oh, Walpole maybe you can help?

I'm going to Mr. Robert's room.

When your through, will you come
to Ms. Abby's room.

I'm kinda worried about her.

Worried? Oh, dear, dear, dear.
Yes, yes of course.

'Ms. Abby.'

Abby!

Abby! Oh!

Walpole!

Walpole, come quick,
Abby's taken poison.

- Come on.
- Oh, my goodness!

Poisoned. Oh,
my poor little Abby.

Take her head.

- What happened?
- Is it Abby?

Get out of here you trash.

Get out.

Whose their doctor?

Dr. Fredericks.
Stephen W. Fredericks.

Well, get him on the phone.
No, no, never mind.

Tell me the number. You try
to round up her father.

- What's the number?
- Bell port 610.

Bell port 610.

Operator, Bell port 610.

Oh, you!

Hello, Dr. Fredericks.

The doctor's gotta come out
to the Rawlstons right away.

- How is she?
- Still unconscious.

They're both working over her.
Dr. Fredericks and Dr. Bryant.

They're giving her oxygen now.

Your old man sure is taking
long enough to get here.

A car just turned in.
Must be, Mr. Rawlston.

Oh! Walpole.

- Hello, Bobby.
- Hi, Cap.

It's terrible, how is she?

Just the same, still unconscious.

- In her room?
- Yes.

Cap.

I'm glad you got here.

She'll pull through
won't she, Steve?

I can't let you go in, Cap.

I can't go in?

- But, I..
- 'I'm sorry.'

- Is she that bad?
- There's no use lying to you.

She's very low.

You got to do something,
that's all.

We're doing everything
we possibly can.

I got Dr. Bryant. He's
the best man in the country.

She should respond
to the treatment.

But if she doesn't.
I-I can't understand it.

You wait downstairs, Cap.

I'll call you
if there's any change.

They wouldn't let me in.

Bobby, why did she do
a thing like this?

Walpole told you on the telephone.

- She and Link broke up...
- I know, I know but to try to..

Young Phillip's behaving like
that. I don't understand it.

Seen him around,
ever since he was a kid.

Always seemed, alright.
Very likeable boy.

That Josh Phillips
was a class mate of mine.

Got a cigarette?

When Abby wrote me
about this engagement I..

...I thought it was fine.

Thought it was alright.

He's a sweet kid,
she's not terribly attractive.

You know, plain and quiet.

I was delighted.

Gal ought to get married
and someone like Phillips.

Look here, Bobby you were
here right along.

Didn't you see how
things were going?

I suppose I did in a way, but..

Well, I never thought
much of Phillips frankly.

Bobby, why didn't you
call me up or write me?

Or talk to Abby?

That's what you
should've done, boy.

Talked the whole
thing out with Abby.

I couldn't do that.

Link struck me as
being a bit of a heel.

I don't know why particularly,
just something about him.

He over did the business
of being crazy about Abby.

It seemed to me but

I had nothing definite to go on
and Abby thought he was great.

I couldn't just go barging
into her and say..

' "I don't like this guy."'

Now, how could I do that.

Abby thought the world
in all of him.

Besides, I might've been wrong,
might've worked out fine.

Can't go around telling people
what they should do.

They've to work things out
for themselves.

Yes, of course.

I can see that.

Yes, your quite right.

I swear to heaven, I never
heard anything to beat this.

Cap, this is Maisie. She found
Abby lying on the floor.

Say, what kind of people
are you, anyway?

That girl's lying upstairs with
her throat burnt out with acid.

They keep saying, she
doesn't respond to treatment.

Doesn't respond, my foot.
She doesn't want to live.

She got mixed up with the heel.

Bob knew he was a heel but Bob
couldn't knock his block off.

No, Bob, couldn't even
go bargin' into his sister

and say, "I don't like this guy."

He didn't know her well enough.
She was only his sister.

'He was so busy feeling
sorry for himself.'

He didn't have time
to think about Abby.

"People got to work
things out for themselves!"

And you, you didn't know
what Phillips was like.

For all of you,
he might have been Dracula

but his father, was in your
class so that makes him okay.

And if he's kinda plain.
Girls always get married.

This guy uses the right fork so
fine. Only, doesn't bother you.

- Now, look here.
- Shut up. I've only started.

Sure girls have been
crossed up by men before.

It's happened to me
but I've always bounced back.

But why couldn't,
Abby roll with it?

Cry her eyes out for a while
then say, "that's that."

Because, he was everything to her.

Sun, Moon, stars.

The friends she never had.
The family, everything.

She's been starvin' and freezin'
in this Grand Central Station

of a house for eighteen years.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about a little kid,
that never had any love.

Her mother's dead. She's got
a father to speak of.

Oh, the guy named Cap

who she sees when every
place else is closed.

She knows he isn't dead
cause he sends her jewelry.

Well, it happens she don't like
jewelry and don't wear it.

But you wouldn't know
about that or care either.

When Phillips scrammed
he left her with nothin'.

When your no gem, you got to
have a shoulder to cry on.

A million bucks
hasn't got a shoulder!

Oh sure, her brother was here.

'He was here right along.
He's drunk mostly.'

- Bobby, have you been...
- Yeah, he has. And how?

But I guess, maybe he was
lonesome as same as her.

It was Link Phillips for her
and the bottle for him.

Somethin' hit him six years back
when he came home for Christmas

with a big prize under his arm
and nobody to show it to.

Not even, Walpole.

What's she talking about?

It's the McBrides scholarship,
I won in my junior year.

Yes... yes I remember something...

You remember somethin', huh!

Yeah!

Him and the second man
got stiffed that night.

The second man sobered up.
Master Robert stayed that way.

Honest.

I thought I'd seen
bad fathers and families

that had nothing but grief.

Compared to this outfit,
they were sitting pretty.

In my neighborhood
when a man beat his kids

he knew he was beating 'em
and the next day he was sorry.

For my money, givin' 'em the
flat of your hand is better

than givin' 'em nothing.'

And that's what you've
given Abby. Nothin'.

And there she
is upstairs wanting to die..

...'cause she's got nothin'.

# 'Day dum day daum day' #

# Sweet youth is for pleasure #

Good morning, Walpole.

Oh! I've forgotten
you was counting stairs, again.

That's alright, Maisie.
That's quite alright.

Everything's alright today.

Oh yes, isn't it?
How is she now?

Wonderful! Dr. Fredericks
couldn't believe his own eyes.

Ms. Abby saw Mr. Cap on one
side, Mr. Robert on the other

both so deeply concerned
and affectionate.

Oh, yeah. They certainly turned
back to tie the both of them.

A new day for this house, Maisie.

Hurry up, they're waiting for you.

# Hey Dam Day Daum Day #

# Sweet youth is for pleasure #

Good morning, Nursie.

Good morning, Maisie.
Go right in.

Oh, thanks.

- 'Maisie.'
- Good morning.

Gee, honey, you sure
gave us a scare.

Cap told me something
about last night.

Oh, listen, last night's forgotten.

You got tomorrow to think about.

Everything's going to break
right for you from now on.

All I want is
for to keep on being like this.

Oh, it's going to get better.

There's some grand guy walkin'
around lookin' for you now.

When he does, he'll follow you
to the north pole if he has to.

He won't have to.

Attagirl.

I look back, I guess I laid it on
pretty thick last night.

That's me, I get sown with pride.

If an apology is in order,
I'm making it right now.

Come on, Maisie.

You'd say the same and
call me the same names tomorrow

if you thought I had them coming
to me. Now, wouldn't you?

Yes, I guess, I would.

Sit down, my dear.

Please, sit down.

Well, thanks.

Maisie, we're going to Honolulu
in about a week's time.

'Oh, Gee, that's wonderful.'

Just from the pictures, that's
always been my ideal of a place.

You wouldn't be needing
a maid, would you?

Uh, no, I don't need a maid.

I was only kidding.

But I do need a companion.

I don't get you.

'Not a person or dresser.
A personal friend.'

We're trying to say, we want you
to go with us to Honolulu.

'And when we return,
to live with us, here.'

Hey, wait a minute.
Not so fast.

Oh please, say yes.

Well, don't worry, just
as soon as I get my breath.

Gee.

Fine, that's settled.

We'll have a little
business conference, later.

And Maisie, no more uniforms.

You're to be near me.

Okay, Ms. Abby.
Whatever you say.

And no more Ms. Abby.

Okay, Abby.

The Mahler Brothers carnival to
Honolulu inside of a month.

'The land of all
opportunity is right?'

Bob, I guess
neither one of us thought

it would turn out
like this, did we?

You're the only one who hasn't
said anything about it.

Do you..

Do you think it's kinda
gotten out of hand?

No, Maisie, I think it's wonderful.

And if I have my way, this
is only the beginning.

Oh, Gee, well..

Well, I gotta go now
if you'll excuse me.

I want to pinch myself a few times.

If I wake up, will I be mad!

Are there many
of these carnivals around?

Ouch.

Ouch!

# Sweet youth is for pleasure
so dogs why hear me #

# Sweet youth is for pleas... #

Hi Wally!

Ah, Ms. Maisie.
May I congratulate you?

Hey, not so fast.

That's not for a while.

Oh, Ms. Abby told me
you were to be her companion

starting from today.

Oh. Yeah!

Isn't that swell?

So much good luck.
It has got me winging.

Yes, things are moving rapidly.

It leaves one quite
breathless but most happy.

Mm-hmm. You're tellin' me?

I shall have some more
clippings for my scrap book.

Maybe even some
pictures of a wedding, huh?

Oh yes, of course. Oh yes!
Mr. Robert will marry some day.

What kind of a girl
you think he'd pick, Wally?

I really don't know.
I don't know at all.

'She'd be beautiful.
That I'm quite sure.'

Charming, intelligent
and well bred.

'Someone who will fit
perfectly into this house.'

'Whose fine background,
sound education'

'and good taste will enable her
to make it a home for him.'

'And it's permissible to hope,
for their children.'

She'll be a lady in the finest
sense of the word.

I got a couple of things
to do, so I...

Oh, yes, of course.
You're moving upstairs.

Would you like Lois to help you?

Oh, no thanks, Walpole.

I'm used to being on my own.

Well, if you prefer it.

I got no choice.

But thanks, Walpole.

Thanks for everything.

Oh, no, no.
You're very welcome.

Well, lady Maisie.

You can't say it wasn't
wonderful while it lasted.

Oh, boy.
We only do six shows a day.

Pipes and the dogs say 16.

Few laughs would fix that up.

I've been after you, Maisie.

What do you say?
We step out tonight?

Well, thanks.
I wouldn't want to be

the one to brake up an ideal
couple like you two.

Attaboy, Sonny.

Maisie, do you wanna
go out tonight?

No, Gloria.
Thanks though.

Oh, be a sport for once.
He's a swell fella.

Not interested in fellas, honey.

Hello.

Bob.

Seeing right here,
making me comb in the city

for six solid weeks trying
to find you.

What made you think you could
get away from me?

Oh, Bob. What did you have
to do this for?

Just when I was getting so
I didn't think of you.

Sometimes for as long as an hour.

Just go away and leave me alone?

You get your things together.

I'll tell the manager
you're through.

- No.
- Oh, yes.

I know what I'm talking about.

Oh, you just think you know.

I can guess what
went on in your head

that made you run away from me.

But it's all bunk, Maisie.
Just bunk.

Would you get it
out of your mind for good?

No. I was dreaming for a while
but I came to and get

that pink cloud out of my eyes.

No, sweetie.
The old cracks still goes.

"East is east and..."

Would you take that thing
off and get your clothes on

and stop quoting Kipling?

Look, I'll quote you.

"When a guy finds his girl

he'll follow into
the North Pole."

Well, if this isn't
the North Pole, it will do.

Now, please hurry.

Chasing you has lost me
plenty of sleep

and the factory opens
at eight in the morning.

- Factory?
- Sure, we make airplanes.

Here, this shouldn't take you long.

Bob, I've been over all this.

There's only one answer for us.

Oh, you're right, my darling.
You're so right.

No!

Then add it all up again
because you've made a mistake.

Do you get out of that rig so
I can take you home or, uh..

Or do I have to help?

You've no right to get me upset.

I don't know if I'm sitting,
standing or what?

Just when I got myself so
straightened out and so good.

- I don't know what I'm doing.
- You're doing what I tell you.

- And you can't give me orders.
- Oh, yes, I can. From now on.

Now, what are you going
to do about it?

Oh, honey.
What do you think?