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Five minutes! Full house, kids. How are you feeling? I just want to tell you one thing. When you step out there, remember you're not one of them. You dance for them. Don't dance for yourself, Tony. The show will work, you'll be terrific. - You warmed up? - Yep. - Break a leg. - Thanks a lot. How about you, warmed up? How do you feel? - Nervous. - Of course you are. You look good. You know what I need? Another week. You're going to be great! I've got to go. All right. My son is in this show. In case you didn't know. He's a dancer, my son. He's very good. Spots four and five, standing by. Standing room only, guys. How are we doing? We're ready.
- Black out the curtain warmers. - Curtain warmers to black. - They're out. - Give me a white spot. Spot is go. Hang on there, Manero, hang on. Perfect! Go to black! You bastard! Why don't you teach him some manners? - How is the show going? - Great. How's your eye? - How was that last scene? - Wonderful. Honey, you were great. - But why did you have to kiss her? - Oh, God, that didn't mean nothing. Jesus. Good luck! - Manero! What are you doing out there? - l'm dancing. That's a personal war you're having! Out there, you two are dancers. You want to fight, do it on your own time! The show is the thing, not you! - You remember that! - l'll remember that. Tony!
Tony! I wanted to apologise for this. - l don't know what came over me. - lt was nothing. Forget it. - Could we get together after the show? - Why? I just want to talk, clear things up. I've got other commitments. Oh, Tony! - Just one more thing. - What? You don't have it. Come on, let's go! Tony! What are you doing? Put me down! I didn't tell him to do a solo! Come on! Come on! - Come on! - l can't! Jump! Jump! Damn it! Come on! Where did he learn to do this? Excuse me. Excuse me. Goodnight.
Got to go! - Where are you going? - lf l don't get out, I'll explode. - Are you sure you don't want to stay? - l can't. I want you to know I could have never done this tonight without knowing you. - Do you know what I want to do? - What? Strut! english àçú, ùúééí, ùìåù, àøáò àçú, ùúééí, ùìåù, àøáò âá, ùúééí ùìåù ìîúåç àåúå, ùúééí ùìåù àçú, ùúééí, ùìåù, àøáò àçú, ùúééí, ùìåù, àøáò äîùéëå èåðé îä ÷åøä - øâéì -ìîä àúä îúëååï -ãçéúé àåúí îä áàîú ÷åøä- èåðé, àúä îàçø àãáø àéúê îàåçø éåúø -ôèéîä -ìîä àúä îàçø - - My Rolls got towed away. Don't play, we've got people here. If I gave you $1,000,000 would you be mad at me? - Sure! - You would? Still? That's a beautiful dress you've got on. It is. You know, I can see them... Sexy. How about a quarter, as a down payment on that $1,000,000? Think I won't keep it? I will keep it. Believe that. I know you will take it.
There you go. One, two, three four, five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Try again from the top. Come on, you're dancing! You love it! OK, once again. Five, six, seven, eight! Look in the mirrors at yourselves. You got attitude. You got strength. Attitude, come on... Molly, watch your line. Be proud! You're dancers. You love dancing. That's it. We've got potential here. We've got real potential. Any messages? Any messages? - Hey, Tony, how's your love life? - All right. - You know why I order so many drinks? - You're an alcoholic. No. Because I love to watch your walk. - Oooh, oooh! I like that!
- Great walk. How are you, Margaret? Freddie, where's my order? Coming up. Some of your groupie friends are here. - Who? - Those friends of yours. - They're acquaintances. - How about sharing the wealth? - Am I your booking agent? - You don't want to share? I don't need your hand-me-downs. - Have you got emotional problems? - You think I need a shrink? - How late are you working tonight? - Till three. - Want to come over? - Last time, I almost got brain damage. You party too hard. You ought to be a tag team. Good guys are hard to find. Why don't you try the army? - Are we on later? - No, I can't make it. Why not? - Lately, I've been career oriented. - What's that mean? I don't have time for relationships right now. That right? Well, let me tell you something.
Guys like you aren't relationships, you're exercise. - Why do you have to go? It's only six. - I want to get something going today. - Don't you want to stay for breakfast? - No, I'm not hungry. - What's wrong? - Nothing. I just want to get something going today. - You will. - I'll see you later. - I'll miss you. - You don't have to say that, Jackie. I know I don't. I'm a dancer by nature. I studied for four years and now I teach. - But I'm very available for TV work. - No. Good day. Acting roles... I do dramatic parts. I can do comedy roles. I'd consider doing a soap opera or even a roadshow, a musical of some sort. I would consider doing a print ad. If you're looking for the outdoor type, I'm good at some sports, like weightlifting and stickball and push-ups, and... If absolutely necessary, I don't mind doing any kind of extra work. Except I promised my mother I'd never do any nudity. I guess she's afraid that I might get a cold. But the fact still is, I'm a dancer by nature. Whatever.
Yeah, whatever. It's like you're invisible. They make you feel like you're wasting your time. What's really weird is that they all sound like my father used to. Why be down on yourself? You know what you can do. - What about you? - What about me? You've been doing choruses for six years. Don't you want to do something that's all you? - If it happens, good. If not, too bad. - How could you think that way? A woman's dancing career is half as long as a man's. So I have half as many chances as you of making it. - I've got to be real with myself. - I don't know, I guess so. Mm... cherry. - See you later. - Will you come tonight? - It's the last show. - I don't think I can make it. - Why the excuses? - What excuses? Don't play this competition thing with me. Just because you're in a show and I'm not, that ain't competition. - Well, what is it? - Envy! Will you be there? Got any messages?
It's an inside joke. - Tony! - Hey, Jackie! You were great! - Are you sure? - I'm positive. You was fantastic. - I was nervous knowing you were here. - You shouldn't have been. - Are you sure I was OK? - You were great. - I'll change. Will you wait? - Yeah. - I'll meet you outside. - Sure, why not? Hi. Yes? I wanted to tell you I think you're an incredible dancer. Thank you very much. I'm a friend of Jackie Coll's. Tony Manero. - It's important to have friends. - I was saying that over breakfast. Did you want something? An autograph, or something? I'd like to get together and talk some time. Would that be possible? - About what? - About how incredible you are.
- Thank you, but I already know that. - Say what? I already know. I used to be incredible myself when I lived in Brooklyn. - Really? What happened? - I moved to Manhattan. So, where exactly are you imported from? The vicinity of England? - Very good. - See? I know. - So what do you do? - I'm sort of into telling the future. - Great things will happen for you. - Oh, really? What great things? You're going to meet this really, really sensitive, nice type of guy. Once you get to know him, you're going to be crazy about him. - I am? - Yeah! So where is he? I'll go get him. You just wait here. You'll love him. He's great. Hey, Rico! She's waiting to see you. Really! Come on, she's great!
Really! No, I'll get him. I got her here. She's nice. No problem. You'll love her. Come on... Wait! Well, come on. - It didn't happen. - Imported, indeed! - How are you doing? - Strong draught in there, huh? - Come in. - You nearly broke my face with the door. I'm giving you my best come-ons and you try to mangle my face. - Well, Jimmy, you see... - Tony! Whatever. You seem to take pleasure in treating women as incredibly stupid. If you're mad at me, I apologise. I thought I was being charming. You did try to damage my head. But the thing is that I... I amazingly respect your dancing talent. And your womanhood. I didn't always respect womanhood, but since I moved to Manhattan, I got this new, mature outlook. I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't curse. Anyway, I would like to take you out.
Maybe we could have a drink, maybe have some dinner. And... But someplace informal, because my suits are all being pressed. Well, thank you but I have to go home early tonight. - We're auditioning for the new show. - Are you in it? - Definitely. Are you a dancer? - Yeah, couldn't you tell? Oh, of course. Why don't you come by tomorrow? - I could put in a good word for you. - No, don't do that. Please. I really don't need any help in that department. - OK. - Are you sure you can't go out tonight? Sorry. Well, if I don't see you any more, nice meeting you and being insulted by you. My pleasure. - Aren't you coming tomorrow? - I knew you wanted to see me again. Taxi! - Want to eat? - I got to get to the club. - Why do you work at that club? - Extra money. - There's an audition tomorrow. - I told you a week ago. - Really?
- Yeah. You'll audition, won't you? Why not? Rejection's a hobby now. Oh, listen to you! Small world, isn't it? Goodnight. - Goodnight. - Goodnight. Do you know her? - Just informally. - How did you meet her? She was passing. I said she was an OK dancer. You told her she's OK! - Something to that effect. - She's a great dancer! - Whose is the limo? - I think it belongs to her. - She comes from money. - Really? Is she heavily involved with someone? What do you mean? Has she got a lot of guys drooling over her? I don't want to hear if you're hot over somebody. I just respect her dancing. Did you hear the way she talks? It's so intelligent. I love it. An accent doesn't make you intelligent.
If it did, you'd be Einstein. Jackie, I'm not trying to make you jealous. You're a good dancer. - What can I say? - Don't play these games. - What games? - I'll see you tomorrow. Come on, I don't even know her! Are you sure you don't want something to eat? Manero, you've got a way with words! Very good. Excellent! Just in case you've got to hear it again, it's whoever's right for the show. Michelle, Tracy... Smitty... Karen, yes... Sorry. Jackie, you worked real hard. Yes. - OK, that's it. Next group! - OK, men please! - Hi, I'm Joy. - I'm happiness. I bet you are. I'm the assistant choreographer. Any questions regarding the routine, please ask me now. Listen up! This time, try the whole combination right through to the end. If I don't see you again, you got beautiful legs.
- So do you. - Listen up! If you've finished dancing, move off stage! You're always causing trouble. Get out of here! OK, now get ready. Joy, count it down. OK, music! That's good. That's enough, thank you. We need pictures, résumés, phone numbers. We'll get back to you. You were all excellent, but I only need two. Thank you. Hello, Jimmy. - It's Tony! - Oh, whatever. - I know what you must be thinking. - Do you? They'll call. Don't worry. Whatever. - You were very good. - Thank you. - I mean it. - Really? - Yeah. - Sounds like you appreciated me. Yes, you could say that. - Could I ask you something?
- What? If you appreciate me and I appreciate you, how about getting together and we could appreciate each other? - Appreciate? - Yeah, like for many hours. I have a singing lesson I'll have to cancel. That's all right. I got a dance class I'd have to cancel. And then I'd have to cancel my manicure. I'd have to cancel my meeting with the mayor. And then I'd have to cancel my yoga class. That's all right. I'd have to cancel my brain operation. Do you think that's a good idea? Laura, are you rich or something? I told you, it isn't important. - Why? Is it some secret? - It's just furniture. Come on! You'd have to work 10 shows to afford this. Oh, shush. - Look, we had a good time. - What? Did I miss something here? I changed the subject. We had a good night. We had a great night. Great night. I want to tell you something. You don't know me well.
And with my past, I don't respect many people. - But I do respect you. - Oh. Thank you. And when you dance, oh, man, I could watch you for hours. Really! - It's like watching smoke move. - I know. It's like you've done something with your life. You're significant. I think it's time we said goodnight. - What's wrong? - Nothing! It's just 3.00. - And I've got to rehearse tomorrow. - Are you serious? - Yeah. - Definitely? - Yeah. - Oh, no, this is a flash. You can't... - I've never been asked to leave. - Don't take it personally. - I've got to! There's nobody else here! - That's true. Well... Definitely? This is it? I mean, tonight, it's over, that's it?
Oh, no! Oh, Tony, you don't think that, do you? Do you? It's just until tomorrow. - Hello? - Jackie! Tony? Where are you? I'm making sure the streets are safe for women and children. - Somebody"s got to do it. - Are you OK? - Great! Are you alone? - What? Are you alone? Is there a vacancy next to you? - There's a vacancy. Why? - I was just curious. Why are you up so late? A professional should watch her health. I'll see you tomorrow if I don't drown. That boy is strange. Ring. Don't touch that phone! Get off! Yes! Yes, this is Tony Manero. Are you kidding? Hold on a second...
Turn down the radio! I got it? You're kidding? - That boy is crazy. - When do I start? What time? Where? All right! Thank you! Thank you! I'll be there! Way to go, Manero! - Hello? - Ma. Tony! Well, it's about time I hear from you. Guess what? I got a job on Broadway! You got a job on Broadway? Doing what? - Dancing! Don't you remember I dance? - No nudity, I hope! Keep your clothes on. You hear me? - You hear me? - Come on, come off it. - How are you doing? - I'm all right, I'm fine! OK.
I'll call you later and tell you all the details. OK, bye-bye. I love youse. I got to change my residence. I hope we never change If you feel the same Time will make us so much stronger You give it all to me I give it back to you We give our love to one another Waking up with my eyes open wide Waking up, you"re still sleeping by my side You"ve been the heart of me You"ve been the one You spoke so soft and tenderly You spoke so soft and tenderly You pulled the soul from under me You bring it out from under me You bring me love, now can"t you see You bring it out from under me You"ll get it all for free - Hi! - You're doing great. Oh, thanks. Congratulations! I heard you're in the show! - Things are happening. - Yeah. Are you going to work now? Yeah, I've got to give in my notice. You didn't put in a word for me with the director? - No!
- I got this on my own? - Yes. - Really? - Really! - All right! That singer and you were harmonising a little too well. - He's just a friend. - Why is he staring at you like that? - Come on, Tony, don't. - No, really. - He's staring at you. - What is wrong with you? I don't know. I just don't like guys like that. - You are crazy tonight. - Maybe I'm feeling a little emotional. - Meet me after work? - Yeah, two o'clock. - OK. I'll see you at two. - You got a commitment. Waking up with my eyes open wide Waking up, you"re still sleeping by my side Waking up with my eyes open wide Waking up, you"re still sleeping Waking, waking, waking up Hello. It's very cold. - Laura! - Tony!
- How are you doing? - I'm fine. But you look like you're freezing. - No, no. - We all set? Mark, this is Tony. Tony was just hired to be in the show. Good. - Would you like a drink? - I've got to be going. All right, I'll see you at rehearsals then, and get out of the cold before you crack. Nice meeting you. Two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four. That's it. Relax! We have a conceptual interpretation problem, which is easy to overcome if you forget that you're dancers working for a couple of bucks. You're translators of body language. That's all dancing is: Body language. So don't waste my time going through the motions of emotions. You got to feel what the hell you're doing. The show's called "Satan's Alley". It's a journey through hell. It ends with an ascent to heaven. It's simple, but if it's going to work, you've got to bust your asses! - I didn't say anything.
- But I... Shoot me. Shoot me twice. - It's all right, really. - I got hung up. What can I say? You don't have to say anything. When you say that, I know you want me to say something. - OK, what do you want to talk about? - I don't know. What about you? It's the lovers, the young lovers. - I've got to get going. - I'll give you a call later, all right? I'll call you later. If you're really her friend, do her a favour. - What? - Teach her to dance. There's nothing wrong with her dancing. I really like her, too. But she's ordinary. - But you're very good. - Where are you coming from? - Is something wrong? - I don't like being led on. - Who's leading you on? - I call you up, you're not home! Then I wait all night for you and you bring some guy home with you. - Are you talking to me? - Did what we did mean nothing?
- It was nice. - Nice, everyday! Like breakfast? I usually skip breakfast. Look, I'll see you later. - I'm talking to you! - I said later. - Come here! - Take your bloody hands off me! Do you think I'm some little groupie? We met, I liked you, we made it. What do you think it was? True love? You think I used you! What about you using me? Everybody uses everybody, don't they? Hold it, hold it! - What's this? - I thought we decided to go downstage. True, but then I changed it to the upstage position. It was better going downstage. - Was it? - Much better. I'll tell you what's even better: You learn the routine the way I laid it out! - Again. - And... five, six, seven, eight. - What if I come over about nine? - How do I know you'll show? - Come on!
- Are you sure you'll be there? - Definitely. We'll go out. - What, Christmas carolling? How did you know? All right! I'll see you later. - No talking to strangers. - Nobody's stranger than you are. See you. Tony. I'm having a few friends around tonight. A pre-Christmas party. Like to come? Didn't we just have a fight? We didn't have a fight, Tony, you did. I hope that's all resolved and I'd like to see you. - What time? - Oh, ten-ish. - I don't know. - Consider yourself officially invited. - Whose limo is this? - I'll see you about ten. Bye. Whose limo is this? Anybody know whose limo this is? You know, I don't care if I ever get a message. - Where to? - Laura Revell's place, where else? Are you expected?
To do what? I was wondering where you were. You look nice. - You do, too. - Thank you. What would you like to drink? We have champagne, wine, whisky... - I don't believe this. - What? - Now you're with the director. - I'm not with anybody. - Haven't you learnt anything? - What do you mean? Are we in school? Why don't we go out on the balcony? There's an awfully nice view of New York. Come on. If you want to leave, that's your choice. Maybe you had better go. - What's your problem? - What? Do you think you can play with people? Do you? Oh, look, Tony. I'm not playing with anyone. I invited you because I think you're interesting. Most people here are interesting. - Why be upset? There are pretty girls. - I came to be with you!
And I'm expecting someone else. Why did we even start this thing up, huh? Start? Look, you came to me, remember? - You did nothing? It was just me. - Whatever. Anyway, I'm freezing out here. If nothing else, you'll have an interesting chapter for your diary. You know the way out. Merry Christmas. I can"t take all the blame now, can I? It takes more than one to lose such a fine line That lies between but holds together Hearts in the night Touch at a time And I"m finding out the hard way lt"s going to take some tears A little bit of heartache We"re like islands in the stream Watching all our dreams start to fade Fading away A moment gone is gone forever lt"s like water through your hands And you spin the wheel of misfortune Watching it turn You live and you learn I keep reaching out And come up empty-handed When did I let you down? Or did I leave you stranded? And I"m finding out the hard way lt"s going to take some tears
A little bit of heartache And we"re like islands in the stream Watching all our dreams start to fade Fading away Start to fade Fading away Start to fade Fading away Fade away - Jackie, I'm sorry. - I don't want to see you tonight. I just forgot to call you. I'm really sorry. I know, but you can't treat me like this any more. - I won't. - I can't always be second choice. - You're not. - I am, and you know I am. I promise it'll never happen again. Yes, it will. It will if I let it. Do you know how many times you've done this to me? I love you so much, Tony. Don't you know that? You keep treating me like this. - What can I say to you? I... - Nothing. You don't have to say anything. I'll be your friend, but no more than that.
- Can I get you something else? - No, I'm full. - Have another piece of pie. - No, really, I'm full now, Mom. Come on, have another piece. I made it special. OK, to hell with it, then. Put it away, have it for lunch, who knows? You know, it's weird... This house seems so much smaller than when I used to live in it. What do you mean, smaller? You know, the opposite of bigger. Smaller. I mean, what do you want me to do? What do you want, stretch it? I was just making an observation, that's all. Tony, why did you come today? - I've got a lot of things on my mind. - Like what? What things? The way I used to act around here. I was very hard on you. And I just wanted to say it's not me, all right? That wasn't me. - Are you kidding me? - No, I'm apologising to you. Apologising for what? Are you saying that wasn't the real you back then? Yeah. I had a lot of attitude and I just didn't like it...
- I don't believe this. - Believe it! I don't believe it! And don't get fresh with me! This attitude you're talking about... That's what got you out of this damn neighbourhood. You don't need to apologise. You must have done something right. So you're saying I've always been this bastard, but it's all right because it comes natural to me? - Something like that. - Yeah? Yeah! Yeah. Double yeah. I'll have another piece of this pie. It's very good. Better than stuff I get in New York. I bought you a ticket for the show. 26 bucks. I'm a hot shot now. Lay back, Butler. Extend! Extend! Enough! Maybe it's me, Butler. Maybe I'm not getting across what I want. You still ticklish, huh? What I want is a much more forceful type movement. - It's a very sensual show, Butler. - Right.
So, let's try to be sensual. Try it. You might like it. Once again. - What do you think? - She's good. - What about him? - He's good, but he's too mechanical. - What are you doing later? - I've got commitments. - You do? - Yeah, I do. - You don't. - You don't think I have other plans? - No. - Well, you're wrong. - I can tell when you're lying. - How? - How can you tell when I'm lying? - Who's your commitment with? I'll never tell. I'll go out with you. - Excuse me? - The three of us. Oh, you're sick. You are sick. No, really, later? I don't know what you did, but she hates me. - I didn't do nothing. - Come on, Tony, stop lying.
I mean, it's becoming a regular thing with you. - That bad, huh? - That bad. - So what are we doing here? - I wanted to ask you a favour. - What favour? - Could you meet me here tonight? - No, I don't think I can. - I will owe you for life if you do. I know I treat you bad and I got terrible manners. But so did the people I grew up with. Some of it rubs off. There's a gentleman inside here dying to get out. Really. Come on, would you? Please. How about it? - OK. - Thank you. You're welcome. - I didn't think you were showing up. - I'm sorry. The show ran late. - Tony, you remember Carl. Carl, Tony. - How are you doing? - I need to ask you something. - Me, too. That guy's a musician. I didn't think you was the musician type.
- He plays rhythm guitar at the club. - Rhythm guitar? That's the worst! Everybody knows you can't trust a guy who plays rhythm guitar. Underneath the curls, he's a pervert. I can feel it. Did you take funny pills today? - How did you get in here? - The window. - You amaze me. - I don't like him. - Looks like a demented paratrooper. - He is just a friend! - Listen, thanks, Carl. - Is everything all right? - Fine. She's in good hands. - Are you Allstate, pal? - Yeah, you want disability? - I'll see you Wednesday. - All right. Goodnight. - Goodnight. Did you see how you said goodnight to him? Oh, great! No, how did I say it? It was like syrup. I got a cavity just listening to it. What are we doing here? I want to...
I want to try Butler's routine. I want to ask Jesse to have a shot at replacing him. - You're kidding? - No. You think I can do it? - I think so. - Well... do you want to help me? - I think so. - Let's go. - I think you're a little jealous. - No way. - Walk you home? - No, it's OK. - Sure? - Positive. Thanks anyway. All right. Thanks a lot, Jackie. You're welcome. Goodnight. Hey, Jackie! Remember I mentioned a gentleman that was anxious to get out? - Well, he'd like to walk you home. - OK. You're lucky. This neighbourhood is dangerous. - You didn't give that musician a key? - No! - Did you? - No!
Just checking. - So what do you think? - No, it's what you think. - You think I ought to try it? - You've got the routine. - But is it good enough? - Yeah. - Is it? - Yeah. Well... Goodnight. Goodnight, Jackie. Hey, Jackie, wait a minute. I want to say something to you, but it's really hard because... I'm just not used to saying nice things to you. I think we had something really comfortable, right. Something really... really nice. And I was thinking that I was really... The way I acted towards you was really wrong. I don't want to lose you. I feel really comfortable with you and I was thinking that if you feel the same way, and I feel the same thing for you, then maybe we could get back together. I love you, Jackie. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Three, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. - Two, two, three, four... - Hold it, hold it! Take a break. - It's not me, is it?
- Nope. You're fine. - I think I can do it. - Do what? - You're being unreasonable! - I won't jeopardise my career... - Nor will I. - He's an amateur! - I want you to try it with him! - You've been taken in... I haven't. Now try it, and keep your personal feelings out of it! Let's go. OK. - Butler, sit this one out. - What do you mean? - You know. - I don't! Sure, you do! Manero! You know the first combination. Music. Is this a dance or a bloody circus? - Forget it, man! - Too right! What are you looking at? - Wait! - I don't want to talk about it. Don't walk out and expect to come back! - Is that right?
- You walk out now, you're over! - What would you do? - I'm not the one who's on the line. - I don't want anybody laughing at me! - Who are you, somebody special? I give you a chance for a Broadway lead and you walk out! - Who cares? - Nobody has to care! I don't have to care about you, or you about me. If you want to dance here, you follow my rules! It's not a democracy! You are not the greatest dancer to hit Broadway! You have anger and intensity. That's what I need to make this show work. You think you're so terrific you'll score another show? The best thing that you ever scored is Laura. But you blew that because you're different kinds of people. You're never going to change that. If you had half a brain, you'd stop trying to change other people and start worrying about changing yourself! - Everyone uses everyone, don't they? - Go to hell, Manero! Who cares, man? All right, starting positions. And... five, six, seven, eight. - One, two, three, four, five... - Hold it! - Butler, would you mind? - This is bullshit! - Count it down. - And five, six, seven, eight.
Again! Yes! Again, Tony, again! Five minutes! Five minutes! Five minutes! Full house, kids. How are you feeling? I just want to tell you one thing. When you step out there, remember you're not one of them. You dance for them. Don't dance for yourself, Tony. The show will work, you'll be terrific. - You warmed up? - Yep. - Break a leg. - Thanks a lot. How about you, warmed up? How do you feel? - Nervous. - Of course you are. You look good. You know what I need? Another week. You're going to be great! I've got to go. All right. My son is in this show. In case you didn't know. He's a dancer, my son.
He's very good. Spots four and five, standing by. Standing room only, guys. How are we doing? We're ready. - Black out the curtain warmers. - Curtain warmers to black. - They're out. - Give me a white spot. Spot is go. Hang on there, Manero, hang on. Perfect! Go to black! You bastard! Why don't you teach him some manners? - How is the show going? - Great. How's your eye? - How was that last scene? - Wonderful. Honey, you were great. - But why did you have to kiss her? - Oh, God, that didn't mean nothing. Jesus. Good luck! - Manero! What are you doing out there? - I'm dancing. That's a personal war you're having! Out there, you two are dancers.
You want to fight, do it on your own time! The show is the thing, not you! - You remember that! - I'll remember that. Tony! Tony! I wanted to apologise for this. - I don't know what came over me. - It was nothing. Forget it. - Could we get together after the show? - Why? I just want to talk, clear things up. I've got other commitments. Oh, Tony! - Just one more thing. - What? You don't have it. Come on, let's go! Tony! What are you doing? Put me down! I didn't tell him to do a solo! Come on! Come on! - Come on! - I can't! Jump! Jump! Damn it!
Come on! Where did he learn to do this? Excuse me. Excuse me. Goodnight. Got to go! - Where are you going? - If I don't get out, I'll explode. - Are you sure you don't want to stay? - I can't. I want you to know I could have never done this tonight without knowing you. - Do you know what I want to do? - What? Strut! My duty towards my neighbour is to love him as myself. My duty towards my neighbour is to love him as myself. This way, girl. To love, honour and second my father and mother. Make haste, make haste. You just wait here, my lass. This child is very young to be sent alone. She had better be put to bed at once. She looks tired. Are you tired? A little, ma'am. And hungry, too, no doubt. Miss miller, let her have some supper before she goes to bed. Very well, Miss Temple. Now, Jane Eyre, is this the first time you have left your parents to come to school?
I have no parents, ma'am. How long have they been dead? Since I was a baby, ma'am. Can you read and write? Yes, ma'am. And sew? A little, ma'am. I hope you will be a good child. Go with Miss Miller now. Yes, ma'am. That is the bedtime bell. We have no time for idleness here. You will learn to live by the bell. Yes, Miss. Step aside, step aside. Jane Eyre. Jane Eyre. The bell, Miss Eyre. Do you not hear a bell? Be up at once. You have 5 minutes to wash before prayers. You 3 are late. Report to me after morning classes. Silence. All rise. For what we are about to receive, may the lord make us truly thankful. May the lord make us truly thankful. Sit. it's disgusting. Sit down at once, girl.
Silence, girls. It's like rotten potatoes. Pigs get better than us. This is abominable. I'd like to make Mr. Brocklehurst eat the whole lot. Girls! You will be punished if you are disrespectful to our benefactor. To your classes! Miss Miller, I have a word to address to the pupils. Be seated everyone. You had this morning a breakfast which you could not eat. You must be hungry. I have ordered that bread and cheese shall be served to all. Silence! But Miss Temple... It is on my responsibility. Cheese. Oh, cheese. Be quiet, will you? Sit still, burns. Obey your teachers, girls. Eat your breakfast. Eat your breakfast. Tres bien. Sophie. Penelope. "...in the water under the earth. "Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, "nor serve them. For I, d thy god, am a jealous god..."
To the garden. Is your book interesting? I like it. What's it about? Emily. There are no pictures. I like wild, mysterious stories with pictures. Do you want me to go away? I did want someone to talk to. Why do they call this an institution? Is it different from other schools? It's partly a charity school. You and I are charity children. Have you been here long? 2 years. Are you an orphan? My mother is dead. My father married again. Are you happy here? You ask rather too many questions. I want to read. Burns, you are slouching. Sit up straight immediately. He was deeply religious. He made promises to the people which he failed to keep and was the author of his own downfall. Oh, that is nicely done, Jane. Thank you, Miss Smith. In what year did Charles the first come to the throne? Fuller. Harrison.
16... 1610? Wrong. Burns. 1625, Miss. Someone must have prompted you. No, Miss. Ha. I refuse to believe a word you say. And I insist on you holding your head up. I will not have you standing before me in that attitude. Pay attention, girls. His first favourite was the dashing George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham, who was assassinated in 1628. Charles then fell under the influence of his wife who was a catholic. We all know how evil popery is. That turned the people even more against Charles. Many of them were known as puritans. Burns, why were they called puritans? Because they wished to purify the church by dropping out many catholic practises. You are glib enough, but you still defy me by letting your head droop! Hold out your hand. You dirty, disagreeable girl. You did not clean your nails this morning. Yes, Miss, I did. You contradict me? You dare to contradict me? And lie to me? Did I not say you were a liar? Fetch me the instrument of correction. Your hand.
Hardened girl. Nothing will correct you. Take the rod back. Jane, you dropped my skein. Jane, what is the matter with you? If she'd struck me with that rod I should get it from her hand and break it under her nose. Probably, you would do nothing of the sort. If you did, Mr. Brocklehurst would expel you. It is far better to endure patiently. The bible bids us return good for evil. If people were always kind and obedient to those who are cruel and unjust, the wicked would have it all their own way. They would never feel afraid, but grow worse and worse. When we are struck at without reason, we should strike back very hard. I'm sure I should. So hard as to teach the person never to do it again. Christ says "love your enemies". Then I should love Mrs. Reed and her son John, which I can never do. Who are they? Oh, dear. It's evening study. I'll tell you on the way down. My first quarter at Lowood seemed an age of cold, hunger, hardship and heavy tasks. But at its end I had made progress. This is excellent, Jane. No wonder you're head of your class. All your teachers praise you. Do you find the girls friendly? They are now, ma'am. Good. I like your pictures.
I shall give you drawing lessons myself. Oh, thank you, ma'am. And I think you are capable of learning French. I shall speak to madame Pierrot. - You may go. - Thank you, ma'am. But there was one visitor to Lowood of whose arrival I was in constant dread. Let the classes continue. Back to work, girls. Madame Pierrot. Monsieur. Miss Miller. Disgraceful, Burns. Stand up. Look at these girls. Their hair! Flaunting curls, godless vanity here in an Evangelical school? Every girl's hair will be cut short and these topknots removed. I shall send a barber tomorrow. But, sir... Let them resume their work. But, Miss Temple... Silence! Sit down, girls. Continue with your work. I have a matter to discuss with you. The accounts. I am being forced to spend far too much. We are being most economical, sir. Allow me to disagree with you, Miss Temple.
You are not being most economical. If you were, I should have no need for complaint. As it is, I must direct you to trim your cloth by one quarter. Your directions shall be attended to, sir. It is the new pupil. I have a word to say respecting her. Fetch that stool. Girl. Stand upon it. Face the classes. Miss Temple, teachers, girls, you all see this girl? You see if she is yet young Who would think that the evil one had already found a servant in her? And yet such, I grieve to say, is the case. You must be on your guard against her. You must shun her example, avoid her company and exclude her from your sports. Teachers, you must watch her. Punish her body to save her soul, if indeed such salvation be possible, for —my tongue falters while I tell it— this girl, this child of a Christian land, this girl is a liar. How shocking. This I learnt from her benefactress, the lady who adopted her in her orphan state, reared her as her own daughter, and whose kindness this unhappy girl repaid with an ingratitude so bad, so dreadful, that at last her excellent patroness was obliged to separate her from her own young ones, fearful lest her vicious example should contaminate their purity. She has sent her here to be healed. Teachers, I beg of you not to spare her if she is to be saved. Miss Temple, we will now inspect the rest of the premises. Be seated. Let her stand a half hour longer on that stool. Face the classes! And let no one speak to her for the remainder of the day. Come, eat something. I have tried so hard to do well.
Helen, why do you keep friendly with a girl whom everybody believes a liar? Jane, you are mistaken. After what Mr. Brocklehurst said? He is little liked here. Besides, Jane, if all the world hated you, you would not be without friends. But I cannot bear to be alone and hated. Jane, you think too much of the love of human beings. You're too impulsive, too vehement. I came on purpose to find you, Jane Eyre. I want you in my room. You may come too, Helen burns. Is it all over? Have you cried your grief away? I'm afraid I shall never do that. Why? I have been wrongly accused, ma'am, and everybody now will think me wicked. We shall think you what you prove yourself to be, my child. Tell me, the lady whom Mr. Brocklehurst called your benefactress is Mrs. Reed, your uncle's wife? Yes, ma'am. He is dead and she didn't want me, but all the servants knew... Helen has told me your story, my dear, as you told it to her. - Is all that true? - Yes, ma'am. Did she tell you about the red room? - I shall never forget the day... - I have heard all about that, Jane. Is there anyone else who can verify your story? Betsy might. She's one of the servants. Or there is Mr. Lloyd, the physician.
He came to see me after... I know something. I shall write to him. And if his reply agrees with your statement, well, we shall know what to do. Helen, how are you tonight? Have you coughed much today? Not quite so much, I think, ma'am. And the pain in the chest? It is a little better. You 2 are my guests. I am neglecting you. Come to the table, girls. Jane, Helen. Here we are. Thank you, Barbara. Can you bring a little more bread and butter? There's not enough for three. I did ask Mrs. Harden but she said she wouldn't. Not after Mr. Brocklehurst's orders to her. Very well. Thank you, Barbara. You may go. Thank you, Barbara. You may go. Fortunately, I can supply the deficiency. I had meant to give you this to take away with you. We shall feast now, shall we? So good to see you both smiling. The lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
I have inspected the dormitory, and once more, your drawer was a disgrace. "...he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake..." you will wear that until bedtime. Take your seat. Yes, Miss. "...for thou art with me. "Thy rod and thy staff will comfort me. "Thou preparest a table before me "in the presence of mine enemies. "Thou annointest my head with oil. My cup..." mademoiselles, this is your hour of recreation. I shall leave you now. No noise, please. How can you be so passive! - Are we all assembled? - All present, Miss Temple. I have an announcement to make. It concerns the charges which were alleged in your presence against Jane Eyre one week ago. Jane Eyre, come forward. Up here. Stand beside me. Teachers, girls, I have made enquiries concerning these charges of a person who is fully informed and utterly reliable. And I am most happy to be able to pronounce her innocent of every imputation made against her. You may step down, Jane. I am so glad, my dear. I'm not at all surprised. Bravo, mademoiselle. Je suis contente pour vous.
You are fortunate in your protector, child. Let the classes resume. Well, Jane, I know that you will work harder than ever to prove your merit. I will, Miss Temple. I would not leave Lowood now for Gateshead and all its luxuries. It was typhus. Overcrowding, lack of sanitation, semi-starvation, and previously neglected illnesses had made most of the pupils an easy prey to the deadly fever. Teachers helped those girls to pack friends or relatives able and willing to take them away from the seat of contagion. Many went home only to die. Driver. Some died at the school and were buried quickly and quietly. Miss Temple is waiting for you in the sick room. I shall stay and help her. Mr. Bates, please. What is it, girl? I have other patients, you know. Where is Helen Burns? She has not come down to the garden yet. Helen burns? No. I fear she took a turn for the worse. She is very poorly. Her complaint is not typhus, you know. It is consumption. You are a god-fearing child. You have seen other friends go to their maker. Helen is not with us for long. When the Typhus fever died away at Lowood, a new management committee was formed as a result of public indignation at the abuses which had caused the epidemic and condemned its many victims. Mr. Brocklehurst managed to retain his post because of his wealth and family connections. But Lowood became in time a truly useful and noble institution.
I was a pupil there for 6 more years, and as for the 2 years which followed... Please, Miss Eyre. Shh. Miss Eyre, please, Miss Eyre. Very well, Mary. B-o-u-g-h. Bough of a tree. B-o-w. Bow. Very good. I'm very pleased with all of you girls. Now I would like you to learn the next 10 words in your book for tomorrow. Thank you. You may start now. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Yes, I was a teacher and loved it. But since Helen's death, my one, my only, my dear friend remained Miss Temple. And a day came that was inevitable. God bless the bride and groom! Hooray! Hooray! God bless the bride and groom! Hooray! Write to me, Miss Temple. Please write to me. I will, I will! Well, good-bye. Good-bye, Miss Temple!
Hooray! With Miss Temple's departure, I tired of the routine of 8 years in one afternoon. I longed for change, for liberty, or, at the very least, a new servitude. What do people do to get a new place? Apply to friends? I have no friends. Or advertise. A young lady accustomed to tuition is desirous of meeting with a situation where the children are under 14. Address: J.E. Post office Lowton." Edited by Hai Hung Revised by Héctor Lahoz 25.000 English Oh! No! No, no! Mother! Oh, God, Mother! Blood! Blood! Are you stating, Counsel, you're not gonna offer any contradictory psychiatric testimony? Yes, Your Honor. On the basis of this staff report, Norman Bates is judged restored to sanity and is ordered released forthwith. What about his victims? Don't they have any say? Can you restore them? Madam, please sit down. This matter is being represented by the District Attorney.
Your Honor, my name is Mrs. Lila Loomis. I have a petition here signed by 743 people against Norman Bates' release, including the relatives of the seven people he murdered. Doesn't that give me the right to speak out? Has the District Attorney advised Mrs. Loomis about her rights in this matter? Yes, Your Honor. I explained that her petition had no effect on these proceedings. Did you explain to her that this hearing... Why are you people just sitting here? Don't you realize they're going to release a homicidal maniac? I must ask you to sit down or I'll have the bailiff remove you from this courtroom. If you've any further questions, please discuss them with the District Attorney after this hearing. Why bother? It's all too obvious, our courts protect the criminals, not their victims. Congratulations, Norman. Turning now to calendar number 71143. Is that all there is to it? That's all there is to it. Let's go. Let the record reflect that the defendant is present with counsel. Just like I said, they let him go. I'll call you later. Are you satisfied, Doctor? Turning a murderer loose on an innocent public? Mrs. Loomis, Norman was not convicted of murder. He was found "not guilty" by reason of insanity. And since he is no longer... That is just legal hocus-pocus and when he murders again, you will be directly responsible. Well, this belongs to Mr. Toomey who runs the motel. Want me to find him? I'll introduce you.
No, no. It'll... It'll wait. What's the matter? Uh, I saw someone. Where? L-ln that window. They haven't had a tenant in the house for years. I guess I'm just nervous. Well, that's understandable under the circumstances. Yeah. Well, this is it. Yeah. You don't have to stay here, you know. I could find you a place in town. No, no. L... I want to stay here. Then as long as you realize that the memories are more likely to reoccur here... But you know how to handle that now, don't you? Sure. You start work at noon today. Don't forget. No, I won't. I don't suppose you will. What's wrong? Oh, nothing, really. I just wish there hadn't been all those cutbacks, there'd be a trained social worker looking in on you from time to time. Well, I have you, don't I? Damn right you do.
I had the phone reconnected. Any trouble, use it. Okay. Thanks, Doctor, for everything. Mother? Norman. Norman, what did you put in my tea? I'm gonna get you for this, Norman. I'm gonna show you what happens to bad little boys who poison their mothers. I'm going to kill you! Can I help you? I'm Norman. Norman Bates. The new cook's helper. Oh, yes. Doctor what's-his-name called about you. Raymond. I'm the one who urged Mr. Statler to give you the job. I think it's very Christian to forgive and forget, don't you? I sure do. So do I. Myrna. This is Norman Bates. That's Myrna, Norman. Come on, I'll introduce you to Mr. Statler. He's in the back. Ralph, this is Norman Bates. You have to tell me what. Just give me... Ralph, this is Norman Bates, your new helper. Hi.
Get him an apron, will you, Mrs. Spool? Scott, we have to talk about it sometime. Step on it, would you, girl? You're being paid to wait on tables, not gab on the phone. Look, I'll call you back later. We'll talk then. We're getting ready for rush hour. He's really very nice once he catches his breath. Hey, Queen for a Day, wanna try being a waitress? Mary, this is Norman. He's gonna be working back here. Hi. Boyfriend troubles, poor child. Heart of gold but head of wood. Let's get that apron for you, shall we? Here you go. Jesus Christ, girl, what have you broken this time? It wasn't her fault, Mr. Statler. It was me. L... I... I did it. Well, let her pick up and you get back here before you do any more damage. Thanks. Here, Bates. Here, put these up there under the hot lights and read the orders off. On the wheel. On the wheel. Oh. Uh, two meatloaf sandwiches and one mashed potato with gravy.
And one baked potato. Okay, go ahead, go ahead, do it. See if I care. No, no, Scott. I didn't mean it. Listen to me. Hello? Hello? Bastard. You all right? Of course I'm all right. Where you going? Into town. Will you please leave me alone? If you're going into town, you're heading in the wrong direction. Look, I... I don't know what happened, but, uh, why don't you let me call you a cab? Why? Why? So you can get home safely. I don't have a home. No home? I've been living with my boyfriend for over a year. And all of a sudden, he tells me we're through. And then I just phoned him to ask him why and he wouldn't tell me. All he'd say is that I couldn't come back to our apartment. Well, what're you... What... What're you gonna do? Call a friend in town, I guess.
See if somebody'll let me crash with them for the night. What about your parents? Uh, couldn't you stay with them? They're in Portland. And they don't care what happens to me, anyway. Oh, uh, I own a motel not too far from here. And you'd be welcome to spend the night in one of the empty rooms if you'd like. F-FOC, of course. What? Free of charge. Oh. But no, that's very nice of you but I don't wanna impose. You wouldn't be imposing. Co-workers ought to help each other out, don't you think? You know what, you covered for me today when I broke that pie plate. Yeah. I figured you'd get into more trouble for it than I would. You're not kidding. I've been working there four days and I've broken a dozen dishes already. You sure it's all right if I stay at your motel? Absolutely. Come on, let's get going. It looks like rain. Well, we almost made it. You didn't get too wet, did you? No, I'm all right. Oh. Do you own all this? Oh, yeah. Well, it isn't much, but I'll get it fixed up eventually.
Well, let me get you a room key. Mr. Toomey. Why don't you wait here while I check the room? Uh, just to make sure the linen's fresh. What you thinking about stealing something? There's no reason to be scared, sweetheart. I manage this dump. What do you want, a room? Norman's already getting me one, thank you. You're with Bates? Well, uh, you must be Norman Bates. I'm Warren Toomey. Mary, why don't you go up to the house? The... The front door is open. Is something wrong with the room? No. Just... Just... Just... Just... Just go up and wait for me, okay? Look, it doesn't matter... Look, just do as I say, okay? She's pretty cute. Where'd you find her? What's this stuff? I'd say it was drugs. What about the occupied cabins? Is that what's going on in there, too?
Yeah. Boy, this town. If it isn't the parents, it's the kids. I caught a couple of them screwing' in the basement of your house up there last week. Of course, I threw them right out. Can you believe that? What kind of a motel are you running here? The kind that makes money. People come here to party. They stay a few hours and then they leave. What more can you ask from a motel so far from the beaten track, huh? You're fired. Hey, you can't fire me. I was hired by the hospital. This State has no claim on me or my property anymore. And neither do you. I want you out of here tomorrow. Yeah, well, why don't you try putting me out, Mr. Whacko, hmm? I'd like to see that. I won't have to. I'll just go to the police. I'm sure they'd be very interested in what's going on here, especially the drugs. Tomorrow, Mr. Toomey. And don't rent out any more rooms in this motel. No more. At least my customers have a good time. What'd yours get, Bates, huh? Dead, that's what they got! Dead! Murdered by you, you loony!
Hi! What was all the yelling about? Oh. My motel manager and I just had a fight. Wasn't because of me, was it? No. Why are you sitting in the dark? I was just thinking about Scott. Maybe if I hadn't blown up at him so quick, we would've worked things out. Yeah, maybe. L... I don't know. Is that, uh, better? Do you think I should call him and talk to him again? Oh, sure. Hi, Scott? Are you all right? What were you talking about? Listen, I didn't mean it. Are you still mad at me? Yeah, I'm fine. I'm at this motel. No, I didn't get wet. I got here just before the storm started. Look, I can take care of myself. No, of course not. Look, I can't talk any longer. I got to go. Uh, oh. How did it go?
Terrible. I found out why he didn't want me to come home tonight. Oh, well, why? He's got somebody new. He's moved her in already. Well, that's no good. Oh, well. Think how it would've been if I'd married him and then found out what sort of guy he was. He asked me to, you know? Sure. L... I mean, I'm sure he did. Oh, uh, have... have... have you had dinner yet? No. Well, let... let's have it together. I was just about to sit down. It's just, uh, sandwiches and milk, but you're more than welcome to share it. I really don't think that... No, no, no, do it. Do it... Do it for my sake. Starving yourself isn't going to make anything any better, either. All right. But this is yours. No, go ahead, you... you have it. I'll make another. Do you have a knife? No, I'm afraid I don't.
L... I just moved back here after being many years away. I forgot to bring any cu-cutlery. That's odd. People usually leave something, even if it is only an old butter knife. Oh, there. Is something wrong, Norman? Um, aren't you going to eat? No. L... I... I... I just suddenly lost my appetite, but you... you... you go ahead. Enjoy it. I guess I'm like you. L... I suddenly lost my appetite, too. Oh, w-w-would you like something else? There're cookies for dessert. Oh, no, no, th-thank you. Uh, can I use your phone again? Sure. Who you gonna call? Um, I just remembered this girlfriend I have in town. L... I mean, she's kind of a girlfriend, and, uh, maybe she'd let me spend the night with her. Well, huh, I thought you were gonna stay here. There's a spare room upstairs and you're more than welcome to it. Uh, I... I don't think that's such a good idea.
Why? I don't mean to hurt your feelings or anything, but Myrna was talking about you at the diner today. Mrs. Spool kept on telling her to shush but she wouldn't. She said you'd been locked up. Did she say why? Well, I'll tell you. When I was 12, my mother went mad, so I put some poison in her tea. You know? Just... I'm all right now. You sure? Sure. Otherwise they wouldn't have given me a job in a diner, would they? I don't know. It takes a nut to work there. Oh, boy! Look, I-I-I'm sorry, but I don't want to... What if I told you that I needed you to stay? Why would you need me? Because this is the first night I've spent in this house in years, much less alone. A lot of my troubles had to do with this house. So you see, I'm as scared as you are, just for different reasons. I-I'm sorry, but I... I... Please. That bad, huh? No. Not... Not...
Not that one. This one over there. What's wrong with this one? Well, that, uh, used to belong to my mother. But she's dead, isn't she? Yeah. Is this the room where you had your troubles? One of them, yeah. Well, I don't know what happened to you in the past, but you're never gonna get over it, not unless you face it. See? No ghosts. No. I could sleep here. No, I'd, uh... Why not? I'd just rather you didn't. What happened in here that scared you so? Let me show you the room across the hall, okay? You'll be, uh, just fine in here. Well, the, uh... The bathroom? L-ls, uh, right over there. Uh, well, I guess it's time to, uh, to go to sleep. Okay. Good night, Mary. About time, girl. Sorry. Hi. Hi.
I'm sorry I missed you this morning. I got up early and went into town to see my girlfriend. You know, the one I was telling you about. Guess what? What? We're going to room together. Well, y-y-y-you... you're more than welcome to stay with me, you know. Thanks, but I'd really rather live in town. Oh, in town, yeah. Uh, my... my place is a lot closer to work. No, I... I really don't think that's a good idea. Okay. Well, if you change your mind. Hey, girl, I gave you the morning off, not the afternoon. Hop to it. Charming, isn't he? Chop up some more lettuce, will you, Norman? Hey, Ralph, so, uh, how's your new helper doing? Hi, Warren. Just fine, thanks. Yeah, well, I hope he washes dishes better than he runs a motel. Hey, can I get a little service around here or what, huh? Okay. Hey, cutie! Come here. Oh, hello, what would you like? I'd like some of what Norman got last night. Pardon? You heard me, sweetheart.
Why don't you look at a menu and I'll be right back? What happened between you and that man last night? I fired him. Oh, great, he's on my station. What did he say? Nothing nice and I think he's been drinking. He sure smells like it. Hey, you do have other tables, honey, or do you want me to wait on those, too? Talk about the customers being nasty. Excuse me, do you still work here? Yeah. Then can I please have my orders? What was it like? What's what like? Screwin' a psycho? Would you mind removing your foot? Next. Two turkey sandwiches on whole wheat toast. One BLT, hold the mayo. I'll get the tomatoes, Mr. Statler. Hey, I suppose you didn't spend last night alone with him in that house, huh? You got strange tastes in men, honey. Just because two people sleep under the same roof doesn't necessarily mean they've made love. Since when, huh? Or are you the kind that doesn't, uh, kiss and tell? You really want to know what Norman's like? Yeah. Better than you'll ever be, fat boy. Cut it out, Toomey! Norman?
Are you talkin' to me, whacko? Come on. Come on. Come on! Huh? What's wrong? Oh. Oh, that's... that's beautiful. Go on, psycho, pick it up. Come on, pick it up! What's the matter, you lose your nerve, huh? Or do you only attack women, huh? Go on, pick it up! Show us what you're really like. Come... Come on, loony. Oh, look, not only is he crazy, he's chicken shit, too. What's the trouble, Warren? The trouble is that psycho you hired. This is the last time I eat here. You're sweating all over. Can I get you something? A glass of water, maybe? No. What the hell did you do out there? That man, Mr. Toomey, he was trying... I'm not talkin' to you, girl. Well? He was bothering Mary, and then he slipped me a note. What note?
It's there on the wheel. There's nothing here. Look, Norman, you're tired. Why don't you take the rest of the afternoon off? I'm telling you, it was right there. Sure it was. Don't humor me. I'm telling you there was a note on that wheel from my dead mother. Okay, everybody, business as usual. Hi. Is that offer to room with you still open? Oh, sure. Great. Well, w-what happened? Oh, you know my girlfriend, the one I told you about? Yeah. Well, her boyfriend sleeps over almost every night. Do you know what it's like trying to sleep in a one-room apartment when a couple's making love five feet from you? Noisy? You're not kidding. Well, I thought you were wonderful today. Why? The way you handled that Toomey guy. What an asshole. I could've killed him and you were so cool. No, I don't kill people anymore, remember? Oh, here. What's this? Fudge. My grandmother sent it to me.
She makes great fudge. Well, thank you. What about that note? You figure out who sent it? That was just a practical joke. Yeah, I guess so. Oh, oh, oh, l-let me take that. No, no, no, that's all right. I can manage. Uh... Did you... Did you have dinner yet? Yes. And I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed right after I take a shower. If that's all right with you. Oh, oh, sure. Hey, wake up! Hey, you nut guys there? Hey! Psycho! Hey, hello, psycho! I just want you to know I'm moving out! Huh? Hello? W-What? Who is this? My mother is dead. Mr. Toomey, if this is you, you're sicker than I ever was. Bastard.
Bill! Hi, Bill. I wasn't expecting you till tomorrow. Hi, Norman. I got a call from Mr. Statler. He said you quit your job at the diner. Yeah. Well, I just figured I could make more money with the motel. You know, once I get... once I get it back into condition that is. What does Mr. Toomey think about your plans? Him? You know, I fired him. Y-Y-You know, he was turning this place into what I think they call an "adult motel." Oh, I see. Well, there've been an awful lot of changes in the week you've been back. Yeah, yeah. Any more notes or phone calls? Oh, no, no, no. Who's that? Where? There, in the top window? In the attic? It looked like a woman. Oh, oh, oh, that must've been Mary. Mary, who? Oh, Mary. She works with me at the diner. She's been staying here, too. Hmm? Oh, it's nothing like that.
We're just, uh, we're just friends. Mary. Hi, Mary. You look great. Look, this is, uh, this is Dr. Raymond. He was my psychiatrist in the institution. Hello. Hi. Well, what do you think? About what? What Norman's doing. Has he told you his plans for the place? Some of them. Well, I have to be going to work. Can I give you a lift? Go ahead. See you tonight. So, what can I do for you, Doctor? Oh, thank you. Are you familiar with the Norman Bates case? Very. I was deputy here when Sheriff Chambers arrested him years ago. I re-read the file when I found out he'd been released. So, what's the trouble? Bates dressing up as his mother again? No, nothing like that. Although, Norman says that somebody has been leaving notes and making phone calls claiming to be his mother. Well, people. So, what do you want me to do about it? Put a tap on his phone.
Sorry, Doc, I can't do that. This is Fairvale, California, not Washington, DC. But I can check around and see who might hate Norman enough to do something like that. Anything else? You could keep an eye on Norman. I have been. All right, Sheriff, here's my card, in case you should need me. Oh, there is one other thing. Why, of course, what? He's got a girl living with him. Uh, Mary Samuels. She works at the diner. Then I'll check on her, too. Thank you, Sheriff. Any time. Slut? Are you sure this is safe? It always has been. Come on. Oh, I don't need any more. What's that? What? That sound in the next room. You're just stoned. I'm not. Jesus. What is it? Shh. Let's get out of here. Shh.
Come on, hurry! Come on! Look out, behind you! Norman? Norman? Norman? Mary, up here. What are you doing up here? L... I was locked in. You couldn't have been. There's no key in the lock. Someone unlocked it while I was asleep. Who? Whoever's been pretending to be my mother. Norman, what are you talking about? I saw her in the window. And just look in the room. It's all been fixed up and her stuff's inside. There's another note, too. Remember? You didn't forget to file your copy? Since when have I ever forgotten to file my copy? There's always a first time. My copy. Had I forgotten it? A lead flashed in front of my eyes. "Johnny Strawn the Gill-Sized Giant of Golfdom Smashes His Way to Victory With a Sizzling 66." Had I written those words somewhere, sometime? Had I dreamed them?
Miss. - Yes, sir? - I'd like to see a copy of a long wire that I sent to The New York Record late last night or 2:00 or 3:00 this morning. - Are you sick, mister? - The wire, please. Yes, sir. Well, let's see: The New York Times, The New York Herald Tribune. The New York Record. The greatest golf story of the decade, and I'd fluffed it. My career was ruined. Coffee. That's what I needed, coffee. Seven or eight pots of coffee, in a quiet locale where I could think up a good lie for my editor. Coffee. Please. There he was. My character of the night before. Mr. Michael Hagen. I thought he saw me, too, so I gave him a friendly wave. My character seemed a little subdued this morning. It never occurred to me that my character didn't have the slightest idea who I was. Well. - Good morning. How do you feel? - Great. Tiptop. Did you sleep all right? Fine, I'm not even awake yet. Your eyes are red.
I bathed them in Alka-Fizz. Well, anyway, it's a beautiful morning. Look. Isn't it lovely? May I make a suggestion? Why don't you jump into a swimsuit and take a quick plunge? - May I make a suggestion? - What? You take a plunge. Sorry. I guess you're not feeling very sociable. Here, I've been waiting all morning. Why? What's that? $700. You gave it to me. - When? - Last night. - What for? - You liked me. - That much, huh? - Now. - Here, you keep it. - Don't be ridiculous. - I gave it to you, it's yours. - Please. If I gave it to you, I must have meant it... - Call for Mr. Hagen. - Just a minute. - Boy.
- Yes, sir? - If you think... - Mr. Hagen? New York is calling. - Where? - You can take it in that booth there. Now, listen, Mr. Hagen. Listen.... I had to stay, if only to straighten Mr. Hagen out on a few facts. - Mike Hagen here. - Mr. Hagen? Ned Hammerstein of The New York Record calling. Yeah, put him on. - Hello, Mike? - Hello, Ned. Listen, about that copy. I can't understand what happened. I spoke to Western Union... Never mind about the copy. You're in a little trouble, boy. What do you mean, trouble? I'm trying to explain why my copy... Forget it. The copy was okay. Now, look. You mean you liked my copy? The copy that I sent? Last night? Yes, it was all right. Now what is the matter with you?
Nothing, Ned. Everything is great. Well, everything is not so great back here. That column you did on Mart Daylor and the fight racket. He was here twice about a retraction, he's plenty burned. Fine, fine. Good morning. - Are you listening to me? - Certainly. Why? I want to remind you, my friend that Mart Daylor knows some very influential people. Especially a bevy of thugs who'd like to see you laid out in an alley with your face bashed in. Okay, great, I'll take care of it right away. You liked my copy? Yes, I told you twice! I liked the copy! Okay, all right, Ned. Bye-bye. I was a new man. My hangover was gone. I felt like singing. I loved the whole world and all its people. I would even, I decided, be nice to that ugly girl who'd been annoying me. It must have been a different girl. Well, how would you like some breakfast? Waiter. A breakfast menu, please. I'd like to apologize for the way I acted. I was a little revved up about something. There was a story that I was supposed to send to New York and I was afraid....
It's nothing that would interest you much. It was a story that... You mean the "Johnny Strawn, the Gill-Sized Giant of Golfdom" story? - How did you know? - We wrote it together. The two of us. Where? In a very small and quite dirty bar and grill about 40 miles north. - You wired the story from Santa Barbara. - Then that's when.... That's why... That's when you gave me $700. - I'm sorry. - It's all right. - What happened after that? - Nothing. We drove home and I took you to your door about 6:00. - You really don't remember? - Go on. Well, nothing. You shook my hand and told me if I was ever in New York to look you up and you'd find me a spot in the sports-writing field. All right. When can you start? I really wrote it? - Including that "Gill-Sized Giant of..." - Well, actually that phrase was my idea. - I'm glad. - I thought it was rather good. - Where did we meet, anyway? - Right over there at the bar.
Then I was at Mrs. Herrington's when you came in with friends. Yeah, Mrs. Herrington. - Yes. - Yeah. Who's Mrs. Herrington? We began to laugh. Three hours later, we were still laughing. - How about dinner? - I'm afraid not. I'm on a 6:00 plane to New York. Thanks anyway, though. Here, you earned it. By helping me write the story. - Now, let's not play that again. - No, you saved my job. Please. Okay, we'll spend it. That's the only way to settle things. Every penny, take a couple of days doing it. - If that isn't the silliest... - After all, we worked hard. - We're entitled to relaxation, both of us. - I don't need relaxation. - You work, don't you? - Of course. - We'll spend it together, have a real ball. - I couldn't possibly. Nobody knows how to live anymore. We're too busy to enjoy ourselves. You know where you are right now?
- Well, just offhand... - California, the playground of the West. It's all around us: The mountains, the desert, Marineland, the Pacific Ocean. - Don't forget the Pacific Ocean. - I won't. Tell me, have you ever sailed in a small boat way out on the ocean with the salt spray in your face and the wind in your hair? - No. Have you? - Certainly not, do you think I'm crazy? But I'd be willing to try. - Come on. - No, I couldn't. I couldn't possibly. During the next four days, we hardly made a dent in Mike's $700 because all we did was lie around and yak it up. - What's that? - A sketch for a dress. - That's what I do, design clothes. - For a living? Well, what do you know? That's why I must get back to New York tonight. That's why.... For heaven's sake, do you realize I haven't packed yet? I'm sorry. - Please, Mike, I've really got to rush. - Wait. We have things to see: Marineland, the porpoises. We haven't seen them feed the porpoises. Mike, it's out of the question.
I can't possibly. Come on. Welcome to Marineland of the Pacific, the world's largest oceanarium. I can't remember who first brought up the subject of love. It certainly doesn't sound like me. One minute I was experting on the care and feeding of porpoises and the next thing I knew, we were talking about love. its symptoms. I eat like a fool. When I'm in love, I mean. My friends told me they couldn't swallow a morsel, but I eat like a fool. With that boy from Yale, some time ago, of course I gained eight pounds. And then there was a certain artist. It was two years before I got back to normal. I just eat and eat and eat. Just a cup of cold consommé, please. And maybe the tiniest bit of that pompano. And a large lobster salad and.... Oh dear, you have trout. - Will you have both? - All right. Then for dessert.... I felt the blush coming from my waist up. Mike was staring at me. But he knew it as well as I did. I was in love with my character. How about it? - Mike? - We're adults. We know what we're doing. I couldn't, Mike. She did, though.
We were married that night, in Arizona. Do you, Marilla, take Michael to be your lawfully wedded husband to love and to cherish.... After a honeymoon of exactly 20 and a half hours, we flew to New York our arms locked the whole way. Except for breakfast. Marilla needed two hands for that. Ladies and gentlemen, it's expected we will land in New York on scheduled time, which will be 9:10. - One hour. Where do you live, anyway? - 74th Street. We'll stop at my place first. It's closer. Then we'll hop a cab and get your stuff. - Cab? What about my furniture? - Well, give it away. Can't live in two places. It was a wonderful trip. But a few minutes out of New York, a strange thing happened. Marilla changed her clothes. Sorry, madam, this seat is taken. I may have to stop by the office. My working clothes. This was just the first in a series of wardrobe changes which never failed to amaze me. Believe me, this kid changed her clothes nine times a day. We went to Mike's apartment first. Just outside the door he suddenly got embarrassed. Maybe I bragged too much about this place. - It's not the Taj Mahal or anything. - Let me see. It's comfortable, that's what I'd say.
You'll love it. Open up. Take a look. I took a look. First thing I thought of was my little brother's shoebox in which he used to keep all his possessions. Old string and marbles and bits of colored glass. The prospect of taking up permanent residence in the shoebox was somewhat unnerving. But I didn't want to hurt Mike's feelings. He was so proud of everything. Opening off the shoebox was a door leading to another shoebox which I assumed was the bedroom. The apartment wasn't really at its best that day. Things seemed a little out of place. One thing in particular. What else could I say? When it's cleaned up a little, with new curtains and the right kind of pictures it'll be a real hellhole. - We'll move tomorrow. - Mike. Just for tonight, we'll stay at my place, all right? Yeah. I guess I never looked at this trap before. Hello. Yeah, Ned, I'm back. The office. I can't get down right now, I'm busy. I've got a.... - That's all right, go ahead. - What? Look, I've been threatened before. Don't worry about the... All right, yeah.
Right away. How do you like that? I'm back in town 20 minutes. That's all right. I've got plenty to do here anyway. - Mike? - What? - You're not in any trouble or anything? - You mean that? No. What's the matter? It's just occurred to me. I don't know you very well, do I? But well enough. Maybe. How about this? Our first parting. Sad. I think I'll stay. For the next hour or so, I packed Mike's marbles and bits of glass singing happily. Until I came across a picture of a girl. Well, I guess it was a girl. She was certainly in an odd position. I wasn't worried, of course. Just interested. I wanted to see what a lady contortionist looked like. Nothing. All I knew was that she had straight teeth and the kind of expansion men seemed to favor. I measured it mentally against my own, came off a bad second and tore her carefully into small pieces. At the office, I was the target of the usual ribbing and laughter associated with holy matrimony.
Luke Coslow, the office boy, came up with a real side-splitter. Quiet. Here you are, old man. Ready-made. Saves time and trouble. Bachelor days are gone forever now. But I must say, my editor, Ned Hammerstein, was very sentimental. You're eight days late. I'll take it off your vacation, provided you get one. Meanwhile, if you got nothing to do, cover the fight next week. Folks in town would like to know about it. Speaking of fights, you've got a sweet one on your hands with Mart Daylor. - What's his beef? . - Your column, March 16, this year. "The great Martin Daylor, calling himself a fight promoter is promoting mostly Daylor. He has a string on every fighter and manager in New York. Nobody fights without his permission and without paying his cut. I suggest that Mr. Daylor retire to his palatial farm in Bucks County before an irate sports world retires him forcibly to the crooked boys' bin." What are you bucking for, a quick funeral? This isn't the roaring '20s. People don't... - Daylor would like that. - Take a murder rap? He's too smart. Who mentioned murder? All that would happen is, you're walking along Third Avenue a truck jumps the curb. An accident, nobody's fault in the world. But you're cooling off on the pavement, so you can't be sure. All right.
What do you want me to do? - Print a retraction? - I don't care what you do. What am I, a sentimental slob? Do what you want. Just make sure your by-line doesn't appear in the obit column. Okay, Ned. Wait. Here. From Nora and me. A wedding present. - From Nora and... - Well, from Nora. You liked it at the house, she thought you could use it. I didn't have time to put paper. Get it wrapped and send the bill to me. Ned. - I can't tell... - No speeches. Come on, get it out of here, it's in my way. Phone calls for Mr. Michael Hagen. Mart Daylor. Lori Shannon. I hadn't thought of her once in eight days. When I did now, it didn't feel so good. I was speaking of Lori Shannon the girl you are probably worried about. However, since you've retired from the field you might inform Miss Shannon of a handsome, young newspaperman who would be very, very happy to substitute at any... Very funny. Very funny. 1 1:00 a.m. She was probably still at her TV rehearsal.
"There'll be a change in the weather and a change in the sea. From now on there'll be a change in me. My walk will be different, my talk and my name. Nothing about me's goin' be the same. I'm gonna change my way of living. If that ain't enough Then I'll change the way I strut my stuff. Because nobody wants you when you're old and gray. There'll be some changes made today. There'll be some changes made." He arrived about noon, my Lochinvar from out of the west. Come to tell me about his marriage. He stood there, like he was awaiting his execution. He was nice and tan after his California vacation. Healthy-looking, too. Of course, he'd only been married for a day and a half. "Nobody wants you when you're old and gray. There'll be some changes made today. There'll be some changes made" - Hello, Mike. - Hello, Lori. - How have you been? - Quite well. - How are you? - I've been quite well. - You look well. - I feel.... - Where are we going, on a picnic? - No. This is a....
My boss, Ned Hammerstein.... - Look, how about lunch? - I'd love it. It'll just take me a minute to change clothes. We went to Andrucci's, our old hangout. And we ordered our old favorite. Ravioli Andrucci. He hadn't gotten around to confessing his marriage and was making a botch of the small talk. ...when I walked into the office. Everyone.... Ned is the same Simon Legree.... He was so pathetic, I had to help him out. - Look, I've got something to tell you. - Let me tell you, Mike. You found a girl. The most wonderful girl in the world. The kind of girl you just couldn't live without and you married her. That's all. - I knew you'd understand. - Why shouldn't I? There's no point in making a federal case out of something that couldn't be helped. I'd have probably done the same thing myself, if I'd found the right man. I thought because I didn't send.... He was as grateful as a St. Bernard, and I felt generous and warm-hearted inside. It was a good scene. But then I made a mistake. I asked him to tell me about her. And he made a bigger mistake. He told me. She's not like anyone else I know....
I heard all about her eyes, and her hair, and her figure and the way she walked. I heard all about her fine sense of humor and her clothes and the cute way she had of tilting her head when she laughed. ...tossing her head when she laughs, sort of like a pony. After a while, I knew her like a sister. Anyway, I'm so glad that you understand. Why shouldn't I? Well, I guess I'd better be getting back to rehearsal. - You don't mind if I don't get up? - Please don't. - Mr. Hagen, you didn't get your lunch. - Yeah, I got it. - Why haven't you served Mr. Hagen? - But I brought it. - Where is it? - I don't know. Bring him another. - Would you like to have something else? - No. That'll be plenty. Just get me a check and a pair of pants. A pair of pants? Look, don't make a fuss. Borrow me a pair of pants from somebody. No fuss. - How did it happen? - A lady did it. - Borrow the pants. - Yes, sir. - Are you sure? I'm Mr. Hagen's wife.
- I still don't think he's here. Yes, he is. I just remembered. - This way, please. - Thank you. He's right over there. Well, what a small world. You don't mind if I don't get up? - Shy about kissing in public? - No. Your office told me you might be here and I wanted to see you anyway. Big news: I've got everything moved. Zach Wilde sent over a car and the janitor carried your bags down. That's fine. I'm glad. I got a pair of pants for you in the men's room. I'd have sworn you had pants on when you left. What's that? That? That's ravioli. Of course. I should have recognized it. Didn't you care for it? Yes, it's very good here. It certainly doesn't go with gray. It's the busboy's pants. Green ones. I'm going into the men's room now and change into the busboy's green pants. And then we'll go up to my place and pick up a suit.
You haven't been listening. Your clothes are at my place. Yes. Fine. - You shouldn't have done it. - I'm sorry. I'd have wagered a Lily Daché hat there'd been another woman at that table. But I wasn't going to ruin my second day of marriage with petty jealousies. For some reason, I'd pictured Marilla living in a one-room kitchenette with a girlfriend who studied music. This place even had an outside flunky. Very refined. Here we are. He tried not to notice my pants, and I tried not to notice his. Well? Say something. Chic. Chic. That's a word I've never used before, but now I know what it means. Miss Brown. Congratulations, Miss Brown. Mrs. Hagen, Gwen. And this is Mr. Hagen. - Mr. Hagen, it's certainly a pleasure. - How do you do? Don't worry about his pants, Gwen. He borrowed them. Of course he did. Wouldn't you know? - Get these to the cleaners, will you? - Sure.
Be careful. You might find some ravioli in the pockets. And here. Put this in a place of honor. Our first wedding present. Oh, no, it isn't. It's the second. - Well, what do you mean? - Look. A coffee table! I don't have to read it, I know. "You always wanted this table, but you wouldn't marry me to get it so, here with all my love. Zachary Wilde." He always wanted me to marry him. I figured. Tell me, how soon can I punch Zachary Wilde in the snoot? - What's on your mind? - Guess. You're gonna bite me on the ear again? Don't you like it? It's a very strange, but pleasurable sensation. Mike. Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! Congratulations. Where did you snare the man? And how? That's what I want to know. This is my husband, Michael Hagen.
Fred Sellers, Marie Dozier, Dottie Weaves, Florrie Canfield, Mr. Orjac. My husband. Ann Ashmond, Jennifer Dean, Jeff Dowling Pauline Beaton, Sheldon Stevens. This is Michael. All right, sweetheart, let's get it over with. Congratulations. Let's have the whole story, right from the beginning. Old-fashioned romance.... Congratulations, darling. Darling, congratulations. I can't stick around. I've got a show in rehearsal. You know how it is. Usually I'm a little more presentable, but I was having lunch today... That's my monkey! It was really very amusing. I spilled something, and this little Italian waiter... The pig. That's the one I got Marilla. I figured if I put on my new suit, maybe I could join the club. I couldn't. I guess I didn't speak the language. Are you telling me about fashion shows? - Whose is it? - Mine. Here. Can't get a tumble here unless you're gift-wrapped. I see you changed your pants. Thanks. And you're the only one who's noticed.
There must be quite a story someplace in those pants. A pretty dull one, I'm afraid. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a surprise party. Listen to them. If I were you, I'd throw them all out, myself included. Who are they? Now, let's see. There's one actor, one playwright, one composer two actresses, a television director. And the old bag in the blue dress is Jennifer Dean, a designer. The excitable type arguing with her is Christopher Matthew, also a designer. Known on his labels as "Mr. Chris." I think that's about all. Oh, yes, and one theatrical producer. I liked this guy right away. Nice fellow. Trim. Distinguished. I've been after Marilla to design a show for me. You think you could talk her into it? I can try. Say, in all the excitement, I missed your name. Wilde. Zachary Wilde. Sure. Zachary Wilde. I felt like taking his coffee table and cracking him right over the head with it. My idiot friends stayed till almost 7:00. I gave Gwen the night off and cooked dinner with my own lily hands. I was jittery about Mike's reaction to the apartment. I wanted to balance things with a show of domesticity.
You're loaded? Just prodigal. This place keeps me broke. There was the inheritance from Dad. It's all gone now. - Where do you come from? - That's a funny question. St. Louis. Miss Brown of the St. Louis Browns. How did you hear of us? We weren't that rich. I didn't. It used to be a baseball team. I was making a joke. It's a shock, you know. You marry a nice girl out in California. You think it might be quite a treat for her. You take the little girl East, show her the big city let her meet a few people. Then you find out she knows all of New York, and owns a sizeable chunk of it. It's a shock. Bad for the ego. - Why didn't you tell me? - You didn't ask. I didn't ask if you were a second baseman but if you had been, I'd expect you to confide in me. All right, I didn't want to tell you. Why should I? I've been shopping for you for a long time. I didn't want to lose you on a technicality. You live like this just from drawing those little pictures? Designing?
Except when men give me $700. I make jokes, too. You like this place? I always thought I did. I hoped you'd like it, too. That's why I tricked you into spending the night here. And you like designing clothes? I love designing clothes. It's a silly, ridiculous business and it pays far too much money. And you meet silly, ridiculous people and I love it. Not the people, the job. And what's more, if you don't like this place let's get out of it. It's just too much, isn't it? We'll go to your place. Or we'll sleep in the subway. I don't care. If you think you'll worm out of this on an incompatibility charge you can start thinking over again! You're not crying? No, but I'm considering it very seriously. Now, slow down. It's not a bad place. Some people might consider it a very livable place. Throw in a couple of rubber plants, and an autographed Yankee ball and you'd be surprised. A fellow could be very snug here. Oh, Mike. Now, it's okay. Cut it out. Everything's fine. Compatible? Compatible.
Do you smell something burning? It's just the sauce for the ravioli. For a whole month, we were as happy as birds. I didn't know anything about the designing business and she didn't know anything about sports. During the day, we lived in two separate worlds, about five miles apart. And at night, we made a world of our own. Yeah, it was a wonderful month. I gained six pounds. The fights? I've never been to the fights, Mike. I'd love to. I can't make up my mind which one. The mill has to know. They're still on the telephone. Just a minute, please. What? I said I'd love to go, Mike. Where do I meet you? Try that over the shoulder. What? Gotham Arena. Fine. Mike, what do I wear? What do the other women wear to fights? All right, I'll figure out something. 8:30. 'Bye. Now, let's see. All right, I'll take this one. She's decided. Hello, she's decided on 4-1 7-X.

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