Without Reservations

BROADCASTER: America On The March brings you a special event.

'When war ended last year,

'numberless plans were proposed for the advancement of peace and prosperity.

'One has captured the imagination of the world.

'Its popularity enhanced by the fact that it's presented in the form of a novel.

'Here Is Tomorrow offers the daring concept that man can shape his own destiny.

'Mark Winston, the hero, has become the centre of a storm of controversy

'which could not be greater were he a leader of the people.

'Here's fortunate publisher, Philip Jerome.

Here Is Tomorrow has led the bestselling list for 16 consecutive weeks.

It has been translated for worldwide distribution.

'As with all bestsellers, Here Is Tomorrow goes to Hollywood to be produced by Henry Baldwin

'with Cary Grant as Mark Winston and Lana Turner as the girl. Says producer Baldwin...'

I am proud of bringing Here Is Tomorrow to the screen -

the most important picture of my career.

-Beautiful speech, Mr Baldwin.

-Later, Charlie, later.

'People in every walk of life have been influenced by it. From the highest...'

For my money, this book offers the best answer yet to all our problems.

'To the lowest...'

I come to America 32 years ago. It's great country.

Here Is Tomorrow will sure get us out of the hole.

'Each one finds in it something for himself, or herself.'

I didn't understand the deep things in the book but it's got a beautiful love story.

Mark Winston's a wonderful guy. Not like my customers.

'The younger generation too takes its place in the struggle.'

Number 12 of the Chipmunk Patrol of Pennsylvania.

-We're behind Here Is Tomorrow 100%.

-YEAH!

'And in the Senate of the United States.'

Everyone should read this book.

It is a blueprint for happiness - politically, socially and spiritually.

It gives me great pride that it was a member of my own sex who pointed the way.

Christopher Madden is a woman. A girl in shining armour. An American Joan of Arc.

'Now the authoress, Miss Christopher Madden,

'parrying questions from the press of the world

'before her departure for Hollywood to adapt her book for the screen.'

How does it feel to be called America's Joan of Arc?

I only wrote a book. I didn't intend to head a movement!

So did Harriet Beecher Stowe and look what happened.

Did you model Mark Winston after an actual person?

Any resemblance between Mark Winston and any living person is coincidental.

But he's very real to me. I lived with him for two years as I wrote the book.

I know everything about him - his tastes, habits, the books he reads, the music he likes.

It's an experience I won't forget.

'Whether Christopher Madden and Mark Winston will make history, only time can tell.

'America On The March.'

-You've done a wonderful job.

-Thanks. This reel will be in every theatre.

-Get Miss Madden in New York.

-It's too late. It's four o'clock there.

Did you send out the invitations?

The mayor will speak at the station. The governor at dinner.

-I want everyone there.

-We've invited everybody.

-Did you wire Miss Madden about Cary Grant?

-She should be receiving it now.

The whole office was upset. We didn't tell Mr Baldwin.

It's an upper, but from Chicago you'll have a drawing room.

-I like travelling on Pullmans. You meet the people.

-Nothing but people.

-Our man has the tickets for the drawing room.

-Call if you need me.

-I will.

-Miss Madden!

-Yes.

-A telegram.

-Here you are, son.

-Thank you, sir. Thank you.

-Anything else?

-I'd like to ask a question.

-What?

It's about my girl. Since she read the book, she says all she feels for me is a glandular attraction.

What is a glandular attraction?

It's from Baldwin. "Cary Grant informs me he cannot be Mark Winston due to commitments.

"This would have been a setback, but it came to me how wrong it would be to have a known actor.

"It should be a new face. My staff are searching for the right man.

"This will be a bigger search than for Scarlett O'Hara.

"Don't worry, we have Lana Turner.

-"Regards."

-Lana Turner! Lana Turner! Oh, boy!

And that is a glandular attraction.

-I sold the story to Baldwin because he promised me Cary Grant.

-All aboard.

-Wait!

I won't have an amateur! You call him up immediately and tell him I insist on Cary Grant.

Call him and tell him. And be firm!

-Take care.

-Louis Burt will meet you.

Never mind calling Baldwin. I will.

-Goodbye!

-Goodbye.

Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry.

Huh! An intellectual.

-Here you are.

-Thanks.

-Ah!

-Want it? It would make a lovely scarf.

-No, thanks.

-OK.

-Nice day, isn't it?

-Mm-hm.

-Are you travelling by yourself?

Yes, I'm travelling by myself.

-Kind of lonesome, isn't it?

-I haven't had a chance to find out.

-Oh, it is. Take it from me.

Oh, well, I always find something to do, if people let me.

I can get so lonesome.

Here. You take this and go back to your seat and read it, huh?

Thanks, but I read awfully fast.

WHISTLING

-Rusty.

-What?

-You were right.

-Yeah. You chase around and find what you want in your own back yard.

Three times we walked through and we didn't see a thing.

You said if we relaxed everything would be lovely.

It's like that French story about kids who looked for a bluebird.

-They chased around all night then, guess what?

-What?

-They found it in their back yard.

-What happened then?

-It flew away.

-But this bluebird won't fly away.

-That's right.

-Are you gonna do something about it?

-Sure.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

-You up there?

-Uh-huh.

-I'm down here.

-Uh-huh.

-He sleeps over there.

Uh-huh.

Oh!

M-M-Maurice Medalinc is Belgian.

-Do we know him?

-Apparently.

-Does he know us?

-He's the author of The Bluebird. He got the Nobel Prize.

-He deserved it.

-Yes, well, he's Belgian, not French.

-This girl is repeating herself.

-It's nice the way things turn out. You sleep up there. Rusty down here.

-I'm over there. Everything's chummy.

-That's what I like about travelling. People are more relaxed.

Rusty can relax anywhere.

I know.

Oh!

No, I mean. He seems the sort of person who's naturally friendly.

Oh, if everybody could be like that!

If everyone in the whole world could get together with that relaxed spirit.

If people could brush aside their differences and let down their back fences.

Isn't it crowded in here?

Oh!

Oh, I guess I talk too much.

No! But doesn't that yacking make you thirsty? Come to the club car for a drink.

-Thanks, but I'll see you later. I've things to do.

-Good deal. ..A beetle!

SHE HUMS LOUDLY

Yep. A beetle.

"Dear Mr Baldwin,

"After mature consideration, I subscribe to your plan of having unknown play Mark Winston.

"But search is NOT necessary as I have met Mark Winston in the flesh.

"It's incredible, but it's true.

"I instinctively feel this dark-haired, deep-voiced marine flier is our man.

"Stop.

"I am thrilled. Stop.

"How shall I proceed?

"Regards. Madden."

-Oh, porter. Porter, would you take care of this wire for me?

-Yes, ma'am.

-Thank you.

HUMMING CONTINUES

-Where ya goin'?

-Hollywood.

-Got a job?

-Uh-huh.

-You got a boyfriend in Hollywood?

-Uh-uh.

Well, whaddya wanna go to Hollywood for? It's full of dames. You wanna wait tables in San Diego.

-25 bucks a week, tips and two meals. The union takes care of you.

-Are you a member?

Yes. My guy's an organiser. If you're interested in a guy you've got to be sympathetic to his cause.

That's where lots of girls lose out.

-A relationship without mental accord is sterile.

-You bet.

Say that again.

So many girls chose a man for the excitement or social security it gives them.

According to Professor Metcalfe's book...

Books are no good. If you give in to a fellow on the unimportant things you get what you want.

Oh.

Does it hurt me if I encourage his union work? Does it cost me? No.

It makes him feel so good that when I say, why doesn't he take me to the Ritz roof,

he says, it's full of reactionaries, but he takes me.

-He doesn't like reactionaries?

-No, so I agree with him.

The Ritz roof is expensive

but does a fella have respect for a girl satisfied with a cheap old bottle of wine and a hamburger?

Is he gonna praise the girl who lets him burn cigarette holes in her sofa? No, he'll find a blonde.

-And she's different?

-You bet.

-But what about the girl who let him burn the cigarette holes?

-Oh.

She's spending nickels calling him up. Does he say he likes someone better? He does not.

He's saying he's too busy. He's saying he's doing overtime.

He's also worried about his mother. If she calls, he gives her the KO.

-You mean hits her?

-No, the brushoff.

That's when a fella tells a girl she's too good for him. She should find someone who appreciates her.

Honey, when a girl gets that routine, she knows she's through. She's washed up completely.

Well, I'm sorry for her.

I am not! She's a dope. A girl has to look into the future. She's got to keep an eye on her pitching.

Oh, brother, will Joe get sore when he gets a load of that! He'll start worrying about who bought it.

An orchid gives a girl prestige.

It cost five bucks and I'm not gonna waste it on GIs.

HUMS AGAIN

-A-ah!

-You want it? I took it off a storm trooper.

-Thank you, no.

-Did I scare you?

-That's all right.

-Where are you going?

-The club car.

-Let me buy you a drink.

-No, thanks.

-Don't you like me?

-I don't know you.

-I don't know YOU but I like you.

-How could you?

-I don't know, but I do.

-You don't. You're fooling yourself.

-You're letting your natural impulses run away with you.

-What?

Just because you won the war your duties aren't over. They're beginning.

You're coming back to build a better world, a healthier nation.

A nation is only as strong as its single family unit. That's why you must be careful approaching a girl.

You have to find out about her. Is she going to be a good friend besides a faithful wife and mother?

Don't let passing impulses blind you.

I wasn't thinking about marriage.

But soon you will and I want you to remember every word I told you. The world's future depends on you.

-Hello.

-Hello.

-Hello. Have a seat.

-Thank you.

-What'll you have?

-Orange juice.

-The beetle is at it.

-Who?

-The beetle.

-What's a beetle?

-Oh, they're very cute to look at but you've got to keep your eye on them.

They make out they've no angles. Then they crawl in your hair. They give you mental fatigue.

Then you can't take up Uncle's planes after the psychiatrist's injections.

-So beetles are out?

-No.

-Two bourbons and an orange juice.

-Yes, sir.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

-I beg your pardon, sir.

-That book gets around.

-Are you familiar with it?

-We picked it up in a bed in Jacksonville.

-Sickbay.

The fella next to Rusty was giving that book a hard time. That's how we got these Jap medals.

-Jap medals?

-Would you like some?

No, thanks. Would someone mind telling me what the book has to do with Jap medals?

-I was reading Esquire and this Joe wanted to trade.

-Rusty said no.

-He said no?!

-Rusty kept reading and the army got desperate.

1.35.

We were at the point where the army got desperate.

Then he offered an Afrika Korps helmet with a Rommel insignia, practically a collector's item.

-Rusty couldn't resist that?

-I had to save the book from the army.

It might interest you. They're going to make a picture of the book with Cary Grant and Lana Turner.

Cary Grant's gonna play the part of that pilot? He always seemed a sharp fellow.

They're probably giving him a lot of bananas.

-Grant already HAS a lot of bananas.

-Why shouldn't he play it?

-Why? Because it would make him look silly.

-Silly?

-Certainly.

-But why?

Because Lana Turner keeps chasing him and he keeps saying no.

-To Lana Turner?

-He does.

-Was there something wrong with this pilot guy?

He's busy fixing up the world for everybody.

Can't he take care of Lana first?

He'd like to, Dink, but this pilot is a progressive and Lana Turner is a reactionary.

Exactly!

But this reactionary's Lana Turner! What does it matter what she thinks?

-That's what makes it so silly.

-I just don't understand it.

-Gentlemen, you've missed the point.

The characters that Grant and Turner play are symbols.

He of the future and she of the past. The clash between them is ideological.

-Look. He's a man?

-Well, yes.

-She's a woman?

-Yes.

-That's all.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I know nothing about men.

Well, don't let that worry you. Neither did the character that wrote that book.

What would you do if you were Mark Winston?

I tell you what I'd do if I were Mark Winston, Miss... What IS your name?

Er...Kit. Kitty...Klotsch.

Klotsch?

Is that, er, Polish?

Lithuanian.

Very old Lithuanian.

Well...Miss Klotsch,

if I were Mark Winston, I would behave like Lana Turner were a woman and argue after.

But suppose you've just come back from the war and you're sick of it all. Tired!

Honey... no pilot gets THAT tired.

(Hello.)

(Oh, hello.)

-(Let me help you.)

-Oh, thank you.

I wonder where the ladder is.

I, er...haven't seen it lately.

I think I better call the porter.

-I'll do that.

-BUZZER

-I guess he must be out somewhere.

-It doesn't look much without you in it.

-I'll give you a lift.

-A lift?

It's simple.

-Oh.

-It's the only way I can think of.

Thank you. I'm sure I can manage.

-Oh, goodnight.

-Goodnight.

-Night.

-Oh, goodnight.

-OW!

-(Oh, I'm so sorry!)

-That's all right. Go ahead.

-Thanks.

-How are you doing?

-So far so good.

What you need is six weeks' basic training.

O-oh!

Oh, I'm sorry.

-I'll give you a hand.

-Yeah.

-Can you make it?

-Yes, thank you.

-Are you sure?

-Yes.

-Say, where are you going?

-To my bed.

-No, I mean where are you heading for?

-California.

-Well, good. We're going to San Diego.

-Oh, that's fine.

-You know what? You're much lighter than I thought.

-You're much stronger than I thought.

-I bet I could hold you for 20 minutes.

-I'm sure you could but I want to go to bed.

-Am I holding you up?

-Yes. Please.

Thank you. Thank you.

-Goodnight.

-Goodnight.

OTHERS: Goodnight!

Chicago. Chicago is next.

The next stop is Chicago. Chicago.

-Oh, for you, miss.

-Thank you.

-How much time have I got to make The Chief?

-Just time enough.

-Thank you.

Next stop Chicago. Chicago.

"Dear Miss Madden, I'm enthusiastic over the marine you feel could play Winston.

"He sounds perfect. Bring him to Hollywood for a test.

"Don't let him get away. Regards, Baldwin."

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Pardon me.

Excuse me.

-Please, stay back.

-Have you seen those marine fliers?

-No, ma'am.

-Are they in the club car?

-It's closed.

-If you see them, will you tell them I'm looking for them?

-Yes, ma'am.

-Thank you.

-Chicago!

Oh, my coat!

-Rusty! Dink!

-Miss Madden?

-Yes.

-I'm Burt, from Arrowhead Pictures. I have your drawing room on The Chief. My car's outside.

-I have something important to do.

-Can I help?

-Could you put my things on The Chief and get my ticket?

-I'll wait for you.

-No. Just put my things on the train. You should be in bed with that cold.

-Yes, miss.

-Pardon me. Aren't you Christopher Madden? May I have your autograph?

-Certainly.

Would you mind putting "To Jack Benny"?

Jack Ben...

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

-I haven't seen them either.

-They must be somewhere.

-More than likely.

-Where?

-You're making a big mistake. You should know better than to give in to your passionate impulses.

-Sh!

You should find out if he's going to be a thoughtful husband. The future depends on you.

-Hello!

-Miss Klotsch!

-Hello!

-We're happy to see you.

-Oh, thank you.

-We'd like you to make a purchase for us.

-Oh!

-Would you buy us a bottle of Scotch?

-Isn't that out of character?

-We wanted something older than last week.

-The sign says "One bottle of Scotch per customer. Sorry."

-Sorry is right.

-But our train?

-We'll get a cab.

-Get more than one, we'll get you a bus.

-I'm afraid it's only gonna be one bottle.

-Yeah.

Miss Klotsch is an amateur.

I gotta keep everybody happy, miss. Scotch is still scarce. Take it, or leave it.

After what I've done for you the least you could do is give me three.

-What have you done?

-I wrote that book.

You? Christopher Madden?

Ah, you're kidding!

I can prove it to you. Read your last line.

"Mark Winston looked above him. The land seemed abandoned. Its usefulness ended."

"But in this vast and empty land his eyes saw something else - a vision of construction,

"a land that would turn into factories and communities. A frontier of new hopes

"where men might use opportunities.

"It was all there. Realisation for tomorrow."

-Will three be enough?

-That's fine.

-Would you autograph my book?

-Yes.

-What's your name?

-Timothy Helgalander. Oh, but write T Helgalander. I can't stand Timothy.

-Planning to do some writing?

-Some rewriting.

-I'll put them in a bag.

-No, thanks. I'm in a hurry. Bye.

-Well, here you are.

-What happened?

-Nothing. I just smiled.

-You don't have a three-quart smile.

-What did you write?

-I said I was Christopher Madden and I signed it.

-He fell for it?

-Hook, line and Scotch.

-Oh, you promised me a bus!

-The station.

-Sunrise Limited.

-Yes, sir.

-Sunrise Limited?

-Yeah. Section five. Car 62.

-What's yours?

-Mine?

-Er...I think I'm in car 62 too.

-Never mind. Put the bags on my seat. Where ARE your bags?

-I sent them on. They're on the train.

-Good.

'The Chief, Kansas City, La Junta, Albuquerque, Los Angeles - leaving on track seven.'

-What's the matter?

-What's the matter?

-Nothing.

I wish we were on The Chief.

I wish we were too.

'Sunrise Limited - all aboard!'

Your tickets, please.

It's gonna be nice, the three of us.

-It's getting to be a habit.

-Some are healthy.

-It's as if we know you.

-That's what you told that beetle.

-She said it.

Then you should have taken her home.

We were OK, except we mixed our drinks. It was lovely until we had vodka and wine.

-We shouldn't be telling this girl sordid things.

-Why not? Miss Klotsch is no beetle!

Your tickets, please.

Your ticket, please.

Oh, yes!

Oh!

-Oh! I seem to have misplaced it.

-Oh!

Perhaps you have other identification, Miss, er...?

Klotsch.

Oh!

Now, isn't that funny! I just don't seem to have a thing with me with my name on it.

Where's your luggage?

Well...

Maybe it's on the wrong train.

Very funny, Miss Klotsch.

There's a serious penalty for riding trains without tickets and with servicemen.

Yes, I know, but I really DID have it but something just happened.

Something always happens.

-I can vouch for her.

-I can vouch for him.

-And you can vouch for him?

-Uh-huh.

I should have you put off right here.

I'd be glad to buy a compartment.

-No compartments.

-She'll have no place to sleep?

-Up in the coach.

-Remember, if there's any trouble, you'll go off the train. Is that clear?

-Yes.

-Come with me up to the coach, miss.

-Well, goodbye.

-You'll hear from us.

Brandy, cigars, cigarettes. Brandy, cigars, cigarettes. Brandy, cigars...

BABY CRIES

Miss Klotsch? Miss Klotsch?

-Miss Klotsch?

-Yes?

-The marine gentlemen are waiting for you for dinner.

-Oh, thank you.

Klotsch?

One single? One single?

-Good evening.

-Good evening.

-Good evening.

-We are happy to have you with us.

-You bet.

Oh, thank you, gentlemen.

-For me?

-We thought it would look nice on you.

-Thank you. This makes me feel very grand.

-Freddie's right.

-He says an orchid makes a woman feel good.

-Is he the psychiatrist?

-No, he's the barman in the club car.

-Oh. You gentlemen certainly get around.

Pst! Pst!

Pst! Pst!

CHIRRUPS LOUDLY

-For two.

-We only have a single.

-Oh.

-Give him a tip. Haven't you ever been around?

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Oh, excuse me. I see some friends.

-I'm simply starved. Trains make me hungry. I get an appetite from the darnedest things. Hello.

-Hello.

-I don't think I've met your friends.

-I'm sorry. Captain Rusty...

-Thomas.

-I'm sure.

-And Lieutenant Dink...

-Watson.

-Miss, er...?

Consuela Callaghan. I come from a very old Spanish family. I see you took my advice.

My orchid's on ice.

So is your friend the, er, admiral.

Oh, er, what are you drinking?

Wine.

Oh!

Wine.

-I haven't seen you. Do you have a compartment?

-I'm in the coach.

Oh, that's tough. I'm right next to your officer friends. I'm seven. Lucky seven, huh?

-You're seven?

-But we're still five.

Oh, well, you're too young for me.

-I have a two now.

-Oh, fine, thanks.

-They asked me to stay with them but I told them I was with you.

-That's nice.

-It never fails to surprise me that there are vast lands still uncultivated.

-Not for long.

With aeroplanes, people will spread.

It'll be wonderful to be part of a new world.

I don't think it'll change much.

-Oh, but it must!

-Why?

For too long we've had that laissez faire attitude!

We must educate ourselves to share the responsibilities of citizenship.

I read that book too. It certainly made an impression on you but it's hooey!

Fixing everybody up when they give a first squawk. Giving pointers on government between bottle feeds.

-Teaching kids not to smack each other.

-It's very easy to make fun of everything.

-Listen, Miss Klotsch,

have you ever heard of the fellas who first came over here? Do you know what they found?

A howling wilderness with summers hot and winters freezing

and unpleasant characters who painted their faces.

Do you think these pioneers filled out form X6277 saying the Indians were unreasonable?

Did they have insurance for their old age, for their crops, for their homes? No.

They looked at the land, the forests and the rivers, their wives, kids and houses.

-Then they looked up and said, "Thanks, God, we'll take it from here."

-They were rugged.

-They were men.

-You and I are talking about two entirely different things.

-Dink, do you know what?

-What?

-This girl is stubborn.

BOOGIE-WOOGIE PLAYS

SHE HUMS HAPPILY

-Oh, it's lovely.

-What's lovely?

The Blue Danube.

I love Strauss waltzes.

How can you think about a waltz when they're playing a boogie?

-It sounds to me like a waltz.

-If she says so, it IS.

-Take it easy, Miss Klotsch.

-I love Strauss waltzes.

That's my orchid!

-Oh, no. No, it isn't. This is mine.

-I would be a little more careful.

You can get in trouble accusing innocent people.

-Where did you get that orchid?

-My friends gave it to me.

Uh! Who? Who us?

-We didn't give anybody any orchid.

-No.

-She got that from the president for heroic conduct.

-That's right.

It's not an orchid. It's a medal. It's the distinguished flying orchid.

Aren't you going to do anything?

I can't do anything. She got it from the president.

Awwww!

-Are you sure I got this from the president?

-Not exactly.

We couldn't let Freddie take the rap after giving it to us, even if we had to give him the Jap medals.

-That's lovely.

-This girl's saying silly things. She's in a tailspin.

No, it's not a tailspin.

-I know.

-What do you know?

I know about tailspins.

I had four and a half hours once in a cub plane.

And if you can fly a cub plane, you can fly anything.

-You should have told us.

-You didn't ask me.

-I'm asking now. Do you know how you make a three-point landing?

-Oh, sure.

-This girl doesn't wanna fly. She has other things in mind.

-Yes, I do.

-What do you wanna do?

-Fly.

-All right, Dink, let's let her fly. A C47.

-Isn't that a little big?

-That's the problem.

-I'll have a drink.

-Not on the job.

-Where's my plane?

-That's easy.

-Would you hold this?

-Certainly.

-Grab a table.

-What are you doing?

-Getting the plane out.

-What?

-Getting the plane out. ..Come on.

-Oh, it's kinda high up there!

-Sure, it's high. It's a plane.

Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

Be careful. You might get in trouble.

-It's government business.

-Oh, it's high.

-What's that?

-Compass, air-speed indicator, altometer.

-She should be in a Hellcat.

-Why?

-Maybe she should.

-She's ready to go.

-Where's her copilot?

-Buckling his belt.

-Why?

-Do you want him to fall out?

-It depends. Is he interesting?

-The man has 1,400 hours flying time and she wants to know that!

-You're horsing around.

-All right.

-Our objective is 500 miles south.

-I see it.

-LAUGHTER

-You cannot see it!

-Sharpen this parachute.

-I never use 'em.

-What if you have to bail out?

-I'll keep a stiff upper lip.

-Take her up north-east to 7,000ft.

-She hasn't got her wings yet.

-And she's flying a C47?

-What if the air inspector finds out?

-He won't.

-I'm in a draft. Let's meet the head winds.

-Is the gyro-directional set?

-Check the flaps.

-What?

Where?

-Take this plane to its hangar.

-Complain to administration. Have you got a pass?

-You're obstructing a flight.

-I am?

Has she filed her flight plan?

-I forgot!

-We better get out of here. Clear on left?

-Clear. Clear on right?

-Clear.

Clear the runway!

-You're rolling down the runway at 60mph.

-70.

-80.

-90.

-What am I waiting for?

-Get off the ground!

-Your landing gear!

-Where is it?

Left rudder!

-Hit it! Hit it!

-Hit it!

-I hit it.

-You crashed.

-I crashed.

I think the beetle's got an idea. Let's go!

Here she is! Here she is! I know she's here. Where is she?

Where is she?

Come on.

-(The coach'll be the first place they'll look.

-I hear you.)

-(A beetle and two bogeys approaching at 12 o'clock.

-OK.)

(Emergency landing. Our berth.)

LAUGHTER

-Shh!

-Shh!

Conductor, I think I can be of some help.

OH! AH!

-But that's their berth!

-Come on, we'll find her.

MUFFLED GIGGLES Shh!

A-ha!

Hm!

Oh, my orchid!

I'll have you thrown off the train!

I don't see how they can do this!

I'm an immoral character. Kicked off for conduct unbecoming to a lady,

consorting in a vulgar way with the troops and stealing an orchid.

You be careful going off alone.

It isn't like you've us looking out for you.

-I'll be all right. Will I hear from you?

-Sure. You can write.

-Where to?

-The Ritz Hotel in San Diego.

-Will you be in San Diego long?

-You'll have to ask the Navy.

Give my love to Dink.

-And what about me?

-Well, er, I'm awfully happy I met you and...

-And what?

-Look, your train!

-I know.

-Goodbye.

-We never say goodbye.

-Oh! You missed it!

-Fancy meeting you in La Junta.

-Dink!

-It's La HUNTA, you dope! Come on.

-What now?

-We'll put you on the next train.

-What about you?

-We'll have to go and catch a plane.

-We have a date.

-A date?

-Yeah, with a couple of swell...

-Sisters of a friend.

-That's right.

-Friends of the family, you know.

-Mm-hm. I'm afraid I do.

-Thanks.

-Thank you.

-Thanks, pal.

That's OK. Good luck.

You two stay out here and I'll see what's up.

-Is there a good chance of you getting on a plane?

-Sometimes. Rusty and I play on luck.

-What's the matter with you? Are you sore?

-No. I'm not.

-Don't take him seriously.

He's kind-hearted. He can't pass a stray dog or cat without petting 'em.

-Is that how he feels about me?

-It's hard to tell with any woman.

We expect a B32 from Kansas City within the hour.

-Within the hour?

-It goes straight to San Diego.

-Straight to San Diego?

Do you want me to put you down?

I, er... I don't think so. You see, we're really not in such a hurry.

-Thanks a lot, Lieutenant.

-You're welcome, Captain. And good luck.

-Sure beats everything. All flights are down.

-What's the matter?

-There's storms over the Rockies and flights are cancelled.

-Too bad.

-Well, what next?

-Back to town.

-It says "Bus stop".

-Let's walk.

-We've been sitting for days.

-This girl has a mean streak.

-Do you mean because she's glad we're stuck?

-Guess what?

-What?

ALL: You're right! LAUGHTER

-Oh!

-How do you like that? Rain!

-You said there was gonna be a storm.

-What?

-You said there was gonna be a storm.

-Oh, yeah. It's good for the crops.

-It's good for Elizabeth Arden.

Why don't people drive their cars?

Uncle Sam spends millions to build highways. People don't appreciate it.

Why does this always have to happen to me? Oh, this is terrible.

-Watch out! You'll get wet.

-It's too much. I can't stand it.

-Is something wrong?

-I'm loaded with misery.

-Well, unload it on us.

-Oh, what's the use?

Maybe you could help me push it.

-We not only push troubles, we make 'em vanish.

-This won't.

I wish it would. It's down the road where I left it.

-What did you leave?

-The Isota.

-What's that?

-It's a car. Italian, I think.

-You got a car down the road and we're sweating out a routine?

-What are we waiting for?

-It'll take more than good wishes to get it going.

-We'll find out.

-It started when that actor got a contract to go to Hollywood.

The ham decided to ride there in style. He broke down at my door.

My wife's hospitable. We took him in. It was nice to talk to someone from the east. I'm from New Jersey.

We moved west because my wife wanted altitude. I hate it!

Then that actor came into my life with his miserable Isota.

He stayed a week and left by train but he sold me the car first.

I bought it because my wife told me I should. She liked the upholstery! She didn't care about transmission.

Every time something happens to this car it's expensive. It's raining and something's wrong again.

I never want to see this car again. There it is, the ingrate!

-Well, come on. I'll take a look at it. I'll try to start it.

-Optimist!

Get out of the rain.

It sure is a beautiful job.

-O-oh!

-What's the matter?

-I'm cold!

I've a heater. It has everything except an engine.

Are you three together?

I guess so.

Maybe you would like to buy a car together?

-Without an engine?

-We couldn't afford it.

It isn't a question of affording it. Think of the pleasure it would give.

-Pleasure?

-And who's better entitled to pleasure than war heroes?

We'd just go to a second-hand lot.

What have they got? A bunch of lemons and wrecks.

Even if they had a decent car, what do you get out of it? Anxiety! Headaches!

EXHAUST FIRES NOISILY

-Say, how much do you want for this car?

-How much would you offer?

-I have 300 in traveller's cheques.

-That's good for me.

-Why would you want this car?

-I'm going to make a splash in Hollywood.

I can assure you, it'll make a splash.

EXHAUST FIRES

But I can't let it go for 300. I spent that much on hotel bills waiting for parts to arrive.

-You have a valuable item.

-What item?

A genuine collector's item.

-The helmet?

-A helmet? What's that to me?

I was offered 150 for it.

The longer I keep it the more valuable it is.

It has the Rommel insignia.

An antique? Could I perhaps see the item? I'm not saying I'll take it but I'd like to see it.

-Dink, come 'ere.

-Yeah?

-What is it?

-Give me that helmet. Well, what do you say?

You can't buy a thing like that for 150 bananas.

I'm not interested in money.

A real souvenir from a real hero of the marines.

I can't resist it.

Friends, the car is yours.

-You know what, boys?

-BOTH: What?

-We bought a car.

-BOTH: You're right!

It's really a nice car.

-With ME driving.

-It's better than the train.

-Cosier.

-I think so too.

I want to make a phone call.

-Do you want to call a friend?

-Dink!

I just don't want her talking to strangers.

-Hello, folks!

-Hello.

-Gas?

-Yeah.

-Do you have a telephone?

-Inside.

HE WHISTLES

-Can you reach it?

-You're doggone right I can.

PHONE RINGS

Yes? Who? Christopher Madden? Sure, we'll accept the charges. Put her on.

Hello, Miss Madden. Er, yes, er, just a moment. Mr Baldwin.

Mr Baldwin, Miss Madden's on the phone.

Miss Madden!

-Miss Madden, where are you?

-I'm in Rattan, New Mexico.

-Where is Rattan, New Mexico?

-In New Mexico.

That's immpossible. We expect you here. I've arranged a big reception.

You can't do this. How did this happen?

-I missed The Chief so I took the Sunrise Limited to La Junta.

-'Why there?'

-That's where I was taken off it.

-What do you mean taken off?

-They thought I was a beetle.

-'A what?'

B, like in Boston, double E, T-L-E.

-I'll tell you all about it when I see you.

-'That doesn't sound good.'

Nobody knows who I am, not even the marines.

How many have you got?

Only two. Rusty Thomas. He's Mark Winston. And his pal, Dink. Dink's driving my car.

Oh, yes, I bought an Isota.

A what? How can I get in touch with you?

You can't! Rusty musn't find out who I am.

-Are you letting personal feelings run away with you?

-Of course I am!

Here Is Tomorrow is all my personal feelings bound together and he IS Mark Winston as I dreamed of him.

We'll be there Friday or Saturday. I'll call when we get there. Bye!

Miss Madden! Miss Madden! Miss Madden!

-See if you can get her back. She's in Rattan, New Mexico.

-Rattan.

Look, Mr Baldwin. She made the front page. Next to Stalin!

-To make the early editions I gave them the story early.

-She won't be here.

-What?

-She missed The Chief.

-She's in New Mexico. Call the mayor, call the governor, call everything off.

-Yes, Mr Baldwin.

-I hope Dink can fix it.

-Oh, sure. Dink's a first-class mechanic.

But it'll take a little time.

How long do you think it'll take?

Well, if he's half the man I think he is, it'll take him a couple of hours.

Oh.

What made you buy a car like that?

Maybe I just wanted to show off that I could buy it.

-You know what?

-What?

-I don't think that's why you bought it at all.

-You don't?

-No.

-Do you want me to tell you why you bought it?

-I don't think so.

Maybe I won't like why I bought it.

< HAMMERING

-Hello.

-How do you do?

-Am I crowding you?

-Yes.

-Do you mind?

-No.

-Are you warm enough?

-Yes.

-Well, what's the joke?

-Nothing.

-Well, come on. Tell me. What made you laugh?

-Just you and me.

And what's so funny about us?

I thought you were going to put your arms around me and you did.

-I didn't exactly expect to surprise you.

-I know.

-I guess you have a pretty good idea what I'm gonna do now.

-Uh-huh.

-Any objections?

-Uh-uh.

-Did that mean anything to you?

-Yes.

-What?

-Nice.

Just nice?

-Very nice.

-You mean it could have been nicer?

-Uh-huh.

-How?

Oh, if it had happened under different circumstances.

You kissed me because we're out here in a hayfield,

with the moon shining above and a lot of stars blinking at us.

If we could know each other better. If we were sure of what's inside us.

Our tastes, our objectives.

-That couldn't have made it any better.

-It would.

-I can prove it.

I told you I could prove it.

Oh, you're unfair!

Things like kisses shouldn't be discussed!

You make them sound like laboratory tests.

I? You're the one who wants to analyse everything. I'd be willing not to say another word.

-That's all right with me.

-You're a little crazy.

Oh, no, please!

Oh, why don't you stop thinking?

-No, stop it!

-Shh!

Oh, no! There you see.

It's just... It's not good enough to be carried away like this by an errant impulse.

You know I like you. I'm fond of you. I'm very fond of you but I believe that...

-"And can we be friends?" I wish I'd met you before you read that book! Finished?

-All finished.

-Come on.

-Oh!

-Aren't you tired? You've been driving almost ten hours.

-No.

-Well, I am.

-Wanna stop?

-No.

-I think the Isota needs a little water.

-We'll stop at the next ranch.

-Oh, what's the matter with you?

-Nothing.

-Well, why sit there looking like...like...?

-Like what?

I don't know, but it's depressing.

Well, nobody says you have to look.

It's time to show off my tenor.

Do you know It Must Be Jelly Cos Jam Don't Shake Like That? No?

Do you know I'll Buy That Dream?

# Imagine me with my head on your shoulder

# And you with your lips growing bolder

# A skyful of moon and an old mellow tune

# I'll buy that dream. #

-Why don't you shut up?

-I'm just trying to be the life of the party.

Un carro!

ALL: Carro! Carro! Un carro!

HUBBUB

-Buenos dias, amigos! Buenos dias, amigos.

-What's this about?

They're telling us their names.

We have nice names - Ramerios, Chucho, Espacion, Landrosa, Otelo.

Rusty, Kit, Dink.

Aviators? I too will be an aviator. Padrecito says, "No, too young."

But I have constructed a plane.

-That's a pretty good start.

-Perhaps you'd like to look at it?

-Sure.

-Gracias.

We are not long here. The president wished us to come from Mexico.

We grow crops and raise sheep.

-You?

-I watch.

Only Dolores, she doesn't like it.

Not enough caballeros to take her out.

ANGRY SHOUTS AMID HUBBUB

Please, for me you will forgive their bad manners.

You are Dolores, I presume?

Senores, senorita, perhaps you will grace our poor and simple hacienda?

We had a beautiful hacienda in Mexico. Many rooms, wine, and flowers.

-Not so.

-Callate!

We are now prepared for dinner.

The padrecito, he would be proud to have as his guests - officers.

He's a patriotic man - padrecito.

Thank you very much but I'm afraid we must be going.

Oh, I'm sure we can spare the time as good-neighbour policy.

Then come in, senores. What is ours is yours.

-Si, si!

-La casa. La casa.

Yeah. I see, see, see!

-It's a P38, as you will recognise. I made it back home.

-It has good lines.

-Gracias.

-A high-class job. Muchas gracias.

-And made in Mexico.

-Si, si, si.

Gracias a Dios.

Todo poderoso por su infinita bondad al darnos el alimento del cada dia,

ya si no estaremos eternamente. Amen.

OK. Have not the bad manners to seat yourself before the guests!

Please, sit down.

Sientate!

Are the hands of the little ones clean? Good.

You will show our guests hospitality and manners befitting the Ortegas.

Senores, senorita, it is only a humble meal we have to offer you but we are happy to have you here.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

-Arroz con pollo?

Any time you say.

-She means do you want chicken and rice?

-Are you sure?

The senorita looks a little pale. Our peppers will warm her blood.

In a Mexican family she will grow fat.

Don't let her worry you. Since we've known her, she's always been thin.

Papa, you see our guests are fliers and they are big and strong. Perhaps you will let me become a flier?

It is not in the spirit of hospitality to discuss private matters when guests are present.

Please, senor, do not let me make you inconvenient.

Not at all! There's plenty of room.

You must pardon me, senorita, for the forwardness of my offsprings. They lack the hand of their mother.

(Papa speaks much nicer about mama since she's gone.)

# Negrito, por tu amor estoy loca

# No puedo ya vivir con mi dolor

# Tu eres tan prieto

# Llore por tu amor

# Negrito, te suplico no me deje

-# Por que si tu murio, morire...

-#

SINGING CONTINUES

You do not look happy. Is it because Dolores is making eyes at the senor?

Of course not. The senor is only a friend of mine.

Dolores says the senorita loves the aviator. The one with the blue eyes and dark hair pleasing to women.

-Dolores assumes too much.

-Dolores is 18.

Dolores knows all about caballeros. She knew lots in Mexico.

I'll bet.

-Rusty said we have time for me to do these shirts.

-Rusty has forgotten his date with San Diego.

-We'll make it.

-Senor, I'll take them.

-When do you two gay caballeros plan on leaving?

Dolores says we should wait till it cools off.

That Dolores.

-Besides, her girlfriend is coming over.

-What does she figure for me to do?

Rusty thought you needed a little siesta. You look awfully tired.

Come, I give you my bed.

SINGING BEGINS

# Si a tu ventana llega una paloma... #

-Senorita. That was a very short siesta.

-It's a little warm, isn't it?

-Sit down, please.

-Thank you.

You have very nice children, senor.

I guess. Only for Dolores do I fear. She has too much rich blood.

LAUGHTER

She'll calm down when she's kept busy.

I hope so. And you, what do you occupy yourself with?

-I'm a writer.

-Oh, an artiste! That is good.

-And what does the senorita write?

-I've written only one book.

LAUGHTER

It concerns a man who can't reconcile his ideals with the woman he loves.

That is a study of importance. Has the senorita the experience for so deep a philosophy?

Well, I've kept my eyes open and read a great deal.

Pardon the observation but, to a man of my years, it would seem best to first live then write a book.

-That just seems to be full of confusion.

-But it is better to make confusion than to borrow, not live.

Senor Ortega.

-It's obvious you're a man of the world.

-Oh, you flatter me, senorita.

It's that I...

-I seem to have the wrong idea about love.

-Love!

You see, I always thought that love, when it's real, should be gentle and considerate.

-It should have a great deal of dignity.

-Senorita, the reverse!

It is brutal, selfish and turbulent.

To be young again, to feel the primitive urge of conquest. Senorita,

I can remember as yesterday a dancer, skin the colour of ripe corn,

hair thick and black as the night.

Constantly she put me to torment.

She scorned me, hurt me,

-humiliated me before my friends. She was wonderful!

-Wonderful?

THIS she gave me when I attempted to arouse her jealousy with another.

She was a woman!

-And that's what a man wants?

-That's what a man remembers.

LAUGHTER

Senor Ortega, you've honoured me with your confidence.

I feel I owe you the same sincerity.

I notice the senorita appears disturbed.

You're so kind and gracious. You've treated us with respect.

Senor, we don't deserve it.

You mustn't be too modest, senorita. It's admirable, but not practical.

The aviator and I, we've been friends for years.

-I knew that from the first minute.

-You did?

-I don't think you understand, senor. We should have been married long ago.

-It's very wrong.

But not you. LAUGHTER

I love him but he treats me like a slave.

He drinks, he stays out with women and when he comes home, he beats me.

Love and violence walk hand in hand, senorita.

-Well, all right, but that's not all.

-I know.

-No, you don't!

-Those two men out there, they're not marine officers. They stole their uniforms.

-Not officers?

-No!

HUBBUB OF SHOUTS

Remember your children.

-Out of my way, senorita.

-No! No! No, don't!

SCREAMING

Oh, wait for me!

HUBBUB

SHOT FIRES

-OK, Miss Klotsch, come clean.

-I have nothing to say.

-Come clean.

-I didn't do anything.

-For the last time.

-You're wasting time, let's go.

-That's what we'll do.

-Come on, Dink.

-What?

What are you doing?

-Goodbye, Miss Klotsch.

-Goodbye.

-Oh, no! Oh, Rusty!

DINK! RUSTY!

Now, don't!

Oh, come on now, stop that!

Come here!

Rusty!

All right, I confess. I told him you and I were an old story and should have been married long ago.

I thought that would do the trick but it didn't.

Then I embellished it a little. I told him you came home late at night and beat me.

-That's when he took to the gun?

-No, he said love and violence walked hand in hand.

-What came next?

-You won't like this.

-Never mind.

-You and Rusty are not in the marines.

-What?

-We aren't?

-No, you stole those uniforms. That's when he got the gun.

-What made you do a thing like that?

-This girl should be locked up.

-Rusty, you know what?

-What?

-The reason she said that was because she didn't want you to have anything to do with Dolores!

-Really?

I am about to give you a decoration I thought no girl would wear.

-Do you, Kit, take this man to be the fella you're involved with?

-Dink!

Do you take this woman to be the beetle you're involved with? I pronounce you all involved.

# Imagine me with my head on your shoulder

# And you with your lips growing bolder

# A skyful of moon and that old mellow tune

# I'll buy that dream. #

Some say there are more beautiful beetles in Albuquerque than anywhere in the US. It won't interest you.

I'm interested in anything that interests you.

Yes, sir?

I guess it'll take 35 gallons or so.

O-oh! A hotel!

-Would you like to stop?

-A bed would be wonderful.

Let's see how much we got.

Let's see, er... Four dollars,

-35 cents and six yen.

-That's just enough to keep us going.

-Where is it?

-What are you looking for?

-My bag!

-Are you sure you didn't lose it?

-Oh!

-It's at the Ortegas.

-That's fine.

-I know where.

-We can't go back.

-My papers are in it.

-You can face that gun, but not me.

-Could I cash a cheque at the hotel?

-If you're registered.

Boys, you're my guests for the night!

BELL RINGS

-Good evening.

-Yes?

-Do you have three rooms?

-I have three rooms with a bathroom on each floor.

-Fine.

-Three dollars a room. A dollar for a bath.

-Fine.

Would you sign the register, please?

-You have some baggage?

-In the car at the station. My friends are there.

What is it? Bring the bags from the car.

First, see if we have three rooms ready for Miss, er... Christopher Madden.

Not THE Christopher Madden?

HARRY! This is Christopher Madden!

-Who's Christopher Madden?

-The girl who wrote Here Is Tomorrow.

Oh! Oh, THAT one!

You didn't like it?

I don't read. SHE didn't till she joined that club.

Don't listen to him. I'm honoured and the girls will be thrilled.

I'll have to ask you to keep my identity a secret.

I'm travelling as Kit Klotsch. Not even my companions know.

See? She's ashamed because of that book!

Not exactly, but I have certain reasons.

You're the first celebrity to stay.

There's a legend that Buffalo Bill stayed, but he didn't register. I hope you'll be comfortable.

Is there anything I could do?

Yes, would you cash a 50 cheque for me?

-Of course I will.

-Have you a blank cheque?

-Yes, right here.

-Thanks.

Christopher Madden. Isn't that wonderful!

EXCITED CHATTER

Don't cash it. In ten years her signature will be worth 50.

I'll get her autograph. ALL: I want one too.

I promised her not to tell anybody.

But if you happen to be in the lobby and recognise her,

well, that's different.

-She might make a speech.

-Maybe. Act casual.

Sit down. Sit down.

EXCITED CHATTER

(Mr Gibbs.)

-Hello, Mrs Randall.

-Hello, Gibbs.

I hear you're telling everybody Christopher Madden's staying.

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

Don't put it in your paper.

I wouldn't, even if you said she was.

Why wouldn't you? Don't you think our town should be proud of a visitor like Miss Madden?

I wouldn't for the reason that she couldn't be in our town.

I didn't say she was, but why couldn't she be?

-I already put it in the paper that she arrived in Hollywood.

-Why?

News services send wires round the country, so I know.

"Hollywood. Christopher Madden the author of Here Is Tomorrow arrived in Hollywood today.

"Henry Baldwin who bought the picture rights gave a reception with Lana Turner."

It can't be!

-Really, Bertha, you're something of a fool.

-I agree.

-I cashed her cheque!

-Whose cheque?

-Miss Madden.

-She's a fake!

-What should I do?

-I wouldn't do anything. I'd leave it to the police.

-Yes, leave it to the police!

I'll call 'em.

Flash. Albuquerque, New Mexico. Police arrested a woman

'who registered and cashed a cheque as Christopher Madden.

'The real Miss Madden is in Hollywood.'

Charlie. Christopher Madden's been arrested in Albuquerque. Get me a plane!

I'll be ready in ten minutes.

Beautiful morning, ain't it?

Will you listen to me? Why can't I make a phone call, or send a wire?

-Not till you're clear.

-But it's all a mistake!

My! That sounds familiar.

O-oh!

Look, won't someone believe me? I AM Christopher Madden!

-You ARE?

-Yes.

-In that case you ain't got nothing to worry about.

OK. SHE GROANS

-Hiya, Pop.

-Here's the receipt signed by the judge.

-OK.

Open up.

Hi, Kit.

Oh, Rusty! Rusty!

-The marines have landed.

-We paid the bond.

-Sorry we took so long.

-I've been so lonesome.

-I know.

-Come on. Let's go.

Oh, wait a minute! My shoes!

-Say, you shouldn't do things like this.

-Chicago was a smart trick.

Signing someone else's name to a cheque is an offence. We'll take the first bus west.

I need a bath.

-I'm all crumpled. Goodbye.

-You'll get crumpled in a bus.

How can I leave? I'm out on bail.

-That's adding felony to felony.

-If we stay we'll be doing a long stretch.

-You're not involved!

-Oh, yes, we are. How do you think we got the money for that bail?

-How?

-We sold the Isota to a woman.

-She's planning some entertainment for us. We won't be around.

-Because the pink slip isn't showing.

-It's in your purse. The one you left.

-When the lady finds out, she won't be sociable.

SHRIEKS OF EXCITEMENT

Smile!

Forgive me, Miss Madden. It's all Charlie's fault.

The club will send our formal apologies.

-Is there anything you want to say?

-Miss Madden has nothing to say!

-Who are you?

-My assistant.

-Who's he?

-He's my boss.

-Oh, hello, Mr Baldwin!

-Look what you've done! How could this happen?

-All I did was tell them I was Christopher Madden.

-She won't do it again.

-It's publicity we don't want.

-I didn't do it!

She's sharing headlines with Stalin and she didn't do anything!

-Are these people bothering you?

-Is this the flier?

-Yes, it is.

-You told him about me?

-I'd better introduce everybody. This is Henry Baldwin, Hollywood producer.

Rusty Thomas and Dink Watson.

We know who everybody is but you. Who are you?

I'm Christopher Madden.

He does look like Mark Winston.

I see your point. We're gonna make a test with you.

-Rusty, you know what?

-What?

-They're trying to make an actor out of you.

An actor?

Come on, Dink.

-Do you like home-made jelly?

-Rusty!

-Rusty!

-Miss Madden?

-You can't leave me.

-Who says?

-Not after what's happened.

-You've been lying to us, trailing us. I was beginning to believe you were on the level.

-I was!

-Get my wings back.

-Why?

-I don't want a woman who's telling the world what to do.

I don't want one to tell ME what to do.

I want a woman who needs me. I want a Miss Klotsch who's helpless and cute and... Forget it!

-Let's join the marines!

-How could you do a thing like that?

Now, here she is - Hollywood reporter, Louella Parsons. What's the news tonight?

To all of you from Hollywood. Here's our latest Hollywood feud.

Christopher Madden is battling with producer Henry Baldwin

over the script of her bestseller Here Is Tomorrow.

She thinks she had a lot of nerve to tell the world how to cure itself.

Only yesterday she admitted there are parts of her book she doesn't agree with.

Henry would like to stick to the book but Kit wants to make changes. Here's more about Kit.

'She's not one bit upset over her recent smear publicity. She still looks at handsome marines.

'Kit sleeps in pyjama tops with all the windows open. She detests the cream puff school of fiction.

'She loathes pink dresses and tuna fish but she's crazy about babies, Beethoven and bad men.

'In all, she's a pretty swell gal.'

SWITCHES OFF RADIO

Boy, she is a swell gal, isn't she?

-I said, she is a swell gal, isn't she?

-Who?

-Kit. You know who! Come on, Rusty, drop her a line.

I don't belong to that cream puff school of fiction.

Well, I do. Give me a little desk space.

-How do you spell Kit?

-With a J like in La Junta.

"Dear Kit, I'm not very good at writing letters but Rusty won't write so we're stuck.

"You're giving us a bad time with all those radio reports especially about pyjama tops and open windows.

"You might catch cold.

"Rusty could say this a lot better but what can I do if he doesn't feel like writing?

"PS - Have you met Dolores Moran? She's the kind of girl I wouldn't mind calling long distance."

"Dear Dink, I was surprised and very pleased to get your letter.

"I'm sorry you don't like what they say about me. Surely Rusty doesn't care?

"Remind him worrying about women will give him mental fatigue.

"Hollywood is a lovely place to live in. Come and see me.

"I'll arrange for you to see Dolores Moran. You have good taste. Will write soon. Love - Kit.

"PS - I'm enclosing the pink slip on the Isota which Rusty can send to the lady in Albuquerque."

It's from Kit.

Yeah?

Want to read it?

No.

OK.

Well, I guess I'll take a shower.

Well, here's a surprise.

Last night, Kit Madden was with a well-known director who is rumoured engaged to one of our glamour girls.

'I must say Kit looked lovely in black lace and a small feathered hat.

'She dined at a cosy table for two at the La Rue.

'And later, she was seen dancing with a handsome escort. That gal is certainly getting around.'

That's Hollywood!

I've a letter from Kit. Wanna read it?

Well, I think I'll check up in the back.

"Dear Dink, It was lovely hearing from you but what do you mean I'm running around with just anybody?

"The French major was fascinating and 32. He speaks seven languages.

"In three of them he asked me if I'd like to see his place in France.

"The director only speaks English and says I'm the one thing saving him from being a misogynist -

"a gentleman who doesn't like beetles. I don't see why Rusty should find it so hard to write.

"PS - Come up. We could make a foursome with Dolores Moran and Cary Grant."

-The boys will never believe this.

-Oh, Dink!

-It's amazing how these boys make themselves feel at home.

-Come on, let's try it.

Attaboy, Cary!

Hm? Oh, attaboy, Lieutenant.

"Dear Kit, I want to thank you for a wonderful time. I enjoyed your house, especially breakfast in bed.

"I was telling Rusty how swell you are. I don't know why he got sore.

"All I said was how beautiful you looked but he's been touchy lately.

"Yeah, Rusty has changed. Maybe I should talk to the psychiatrist. What do you think? As ever, Dink."

"PS - would you tell Dolores I'm not hard to get on with?"

'Kit Madden is seen everywhere now with handsome Paul Gill,

'selected to play the lead in Here Is Tomorrow.

'Kit says he's the movie Mark Winston she's been dreaming about.

'They seem to have a lot in common and there are rumours that Paul will soon be a Benedict.'

-Hello, Kit.

-Hello, Mr Baldwin.

-You won't marry that actor?

-Are you worried?

-It would break my heart, but it's your hearse.

It isn't going to be.

Attagirl! You ever hear from that fella who'd look good in Technicolor?

No. Why?

He's the kind of character I'd like to know better.

-So would I. I'm working on it.

-I see.

I met a girl on a train who told me something I hope I'll never forget.

She said, "You've gotta keep a fella on his toes, keep him worried and upset, make him jealous."

There's something in that. Well, so long. And thanks for not marrying that actor.

"Kit Madden and Paul Gill. Kit Madden and Paul Gill." Getting to be like Abbott and Costello!

Who knows? Maybe he's a good Joe.

Sure he's a good Joe. At least he does something.

He's not like you, growing sourer and sourer every day!

What's it gonna be, boys?

-It's you! How are you? How did you know I was working here?

-We didn't.

-How are you, Miss Calhoun?

-It's Callaghan. It used to be Callaghan. I changed it to Sharp.

-Consuela Sharp.

-Why did you do that?

-If Kit Klotsch can change her name to Madden, I can do it too!

She changes her name, writes a book and ends up in every gossip column in the country!

-Two ham and eggs, two coffees and toast.

-This is my last day as a waitress.

-Are you getting married?

No, I'm gonna write a book, too.

Have you heard from her lately?

-Who?

-"Who?" You know who Kit.

-Sure. I got a letter this morning. Wanna hear it?

-I know you're dying to read it. Go ahead.

"Dear Dink, A number of very fine-looking beetles have applied for your next weekend, but I..."

This is a little personal here.

"..We can make it a foursome. I was very sorry to hear about Rusty. He really sounds quite dull now.

"Encourage him to get out more.

-"There must be some nice beetles in San Diego...

-Any good books Rusty would like me to send him?"

Dink, you'll write her a letter and write what I tell you to write.

I can get all the nice girls I want and I know where to find them.

-You know where to find 'em?

-Yes. And I know she's doing this to make me jealous.

-To make you jealous?

-Know what I'll do about it?

-Get jealous?

-I am. Take a letter.

"Dear Miss Madden..." Scratch out the "dear".

"Miss Madden, I..."

-Oh, I'll see you later, Dink.

-Where are you going?

I'm going to send her a wire to tell her what I think of her.

-Really?

-Really.

-When you tell her what you think of her, maybe you'll need these.

-What for?

-You know how sometimes wings get lost.

Shut up!

PHONE RINGS

I'll get it!

Hello?

-Western Union. I have a message for Christopher Madden.

-'This is she.'

The message reads, "Nobody asked me, but I'll be there at 4 o'clock this afternoon. Rusty."

-'Have you got it?'

-No, I haven't got it.

-Say it again.

-'What?'

-The name.

-'Rusty.

'RUSTY.'

Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.

Alma! Alma!

-Alma!

-Yes, Miss Kate?

-I have a guest coming at 4 o'clock.

Get the guest room ready, fix some cocktails and help me get dressed.

Information, please. Would you get me the phone number of the Sunset Florist on Sunset Boulevard?

I know it's in the phone book, but I'm too excited... I'm too nervous.

Thank you.

Fairfield 820-4. Thank you very much.

8...

8...2...

0...4.

Sunset Florist? Have you got any orchids?

No, no, WHITE orchids. I've got to have a white orchid!

Thank you. Yes Christopher Madden, 1734, Kingswood Drive.

1734. Thank you so much.

Alma! Alma, would you get me my new black dress?

-A white orchid!

-There's nothing like orchids to give a girl prestige.

Thanks, God. I'll take it from here.

DOORBELL

-Hello!

-Hello, Miss Klotsch.