Sweethearts (1938) Movie Script

1
That's really marvelous.
No show ever ran so long before.
Well, no show
ever had Gwen Marlowe
and Ernest Lane in it before.
They're so divine
in that first act.
Wait till you see them
in the second.
- But I have, 11 times.
- Really?
It's the most wonderful play
in the whole world.
Swell. Remember
the first time we saw it?
In the Christmas holidays,
four years ago.
Yeah.
When we were young.
Buy all the song hits
of "Sweethearts."
Own the songs
that you've been singing
and dancing to for six years.
"Wooden Shoes," "Every Lover
Must Meet His Fate"
"Sweethearts," "Mother Goose"
"Cricket On The Hearth,"
all of them.
Did you see anything like this?
I'll bet we can run
another six years.
"Sweethearts" will run forever.
You just wait and see.
Thanks.
I'll draw up a chair.
Appleby, what was
the take tonight?
Never saw anything like it.
Hasn't varied a dime
in 2496 performances.
Why, no producer in the world
ever had a goldmine
like "Sweethearts."
- Well, I have my troubles too.
- Yeah, I know.
Stooping over to lift that
big heavy check every week.
All you have to do
is hang onto Gwen Marlowe
and Ernest Lane and we can
coast the rest of our lives.
All I have to do
is hang onto them.
It's like hanging onto
two lighted firecrackers.
Well, I know how to handle them.
I've never even had
a contract with them.
My little kiddies wouldn't leave
me for anything in the world.
There he goes.
There he is again.
"Pretty As A Picture."
Get all the hits here.'
Own the songs that
you've been singing and..
It's that Norman Trumpett
of the Benjamin Silver Studios.
Oh, he's out gunning again.
He's out to shoot me
right through the heart.
What do you suppose
happened to the stars
that were on Broadway?
Trumpett has taken them
all to Hollywood.
And now he's trying
to get Marlowe and Lane.
Now, keep your
$24 shirt on, Felix.
Last year when Trumpett came
they wouldn't even see him.
Well, last year was a year ago.
He could talk to them and
they might go just like that.
- Then where would we be?
- Who let this guy in here?
Oh, I have enemies everywhere.
Come on, Dink.
- Did you let that man in?
- Why, yes, sir.
How long have you been
working here?
- Nearly a year, Mr. Lehman.
- You're new. That explains it.
But you ought to know better
than to let a pirate
like that in here.
He said he's an old friend.
That's why I gave him your box.
You gave him my private box?
He said you wanted him
to get close
where he could get a good look
at Miss Marlowe and Mr. Lane.
You know the way
I figured it out, Mr. Lehman.
I decided he was some
big shot from Hollywood.
Dink, go over there
and act like a real press agent.
Talk to Trumpett. Reason
with him. Get him to go home.
Tell him Marlowe and Lane
don't speak English.
Say anything but get him away
from here before I get nervous.
Go on, hurry.
And if you studied..
Oh, never mind.
Hello there, Mr. Trumpett.
How do you think our little
entertainment's holding up?
Oh, very nicely, old boy.
Very nicely.
Of course it definitely
lacks the esprit
of a Benjamin Silver production,
shall we say
but it's very charming.
Oh, goody.
- Sure your seat's alright?
- Not half bad.
One can't complain
when one's planed in
from coast at the last moment,
can one?
Why, no. As a matter of fact, I
think it's awfully decent of one
to take potluck with this.
Mr. Lehman's
a little worried
that you mightn't be
quite comfortable.
Yes, good old Felix.
He does seem a little upset,
doesn't he?
Good old Felix was no fool
when he signed Marlowe and Lane
up on that long-term contract.
That must've occurred
in the last ten minutes.
I didn't know he had
a contract with them.
It's rather a charming
tradition, isn't it?
Yeah, but dandy.
I'm afraid this will
have to beau revoir.
Don't want to miss a moment.
And afterwards
I have to telephone Hollywood
and have a goodnight chat
with Mr. Silver.
Ha ha ha. Goodnight.
Ho ho ho. Goodnight.
Here, take this and take
my things to the Waldorf.
Take them to the special suite
reserved for me high on the top.
- Your ticket, please.
- I have no ticket.
You can't go in
without a ticket.
I'm Leo Kronk, the playwright.
I'm the author
of the book of "Sweethearts..."
I know. I suppose you're an
old friend of Mr. Lehman's too.
I did not come
all the way from the Riviera
to listen to your suppositions.
I'm going in the theater.
- You're not going anywhere.
- I am the playwright.
There's a show going on in..
Oh! For the love of..
Alright, alright.
It's okay.
So you've emigrated
to the new world again.
This is a surprise and a very
unpleasant one too. You're late.
- Oscar got here at 8:30.
- Oscar is back?
Our prodigal composer
has returned from Budapest
just in time
to get in on the publicity.
Had a hard time persuading
him to lead the orchestra.
We had to drop a hat.
He'll do anything
to get in the limelight.
I wish to be
as inconspicuous as possible.
Come in, baby,
and get your wish.
- And where do I sit?
- You don't sit. You stand.
Here.
Sorry, your friend
can't stand here.
No more standees.
It's against the law.
Why don't you tell
this peasant who I am?
And have him throw me out too?
Come on, I'll fix you up.
Save it. Save it.
It's for him.
The wedding tune
will soon began to play
Soon the tune will play
For the bride beside
the Zuider Zee
By the Zuider Zee
Two by two with tulips
strew the way
Two by two by two
To guide the bride
beside the Zuider Zee
Hello!
Fishermen come lend an ear
There's a secret we should hear
Nanette and I have got a plan
Here's hoping nothing wrecks it
While you make
all the noise you can
Nanette and I will exit
So sing and dance
with all your might
Nanette and I entreat it
And while the din
is at its height
Ah, Nanette and I will beat it
We'll shout
and sing till the heavens ring
No crowd could be much louder
We'll save you yet, Nanette
My heart was sorrowing
For my prince charming
Yet it found
No freedom from a fate alarming
Then I recalled a tale of old
My mother told
To me
There once was a maid
And what did they call her,
pray?
Her name was Suzette
Did she live by the Zuider
She lived by the Zuider Zee
long long ago
And she loved a Dutch boy
Oh, she loved him so
When her father did vow
That another she'd wed
Suzette also vowed
in her little Dutch head
To run to her sweetheart
And use as a ruse
The loud clitter clatter
Of her friends wooden shoes
that's how 'twas done
While friends clitter clattered
These two were made one
Now a baby pitter patter
clip clop
With little Dutch boo-hoos
Makes them both thank Heaven
for good wooden shoes
The act is done
Here, here boy.
Wait a minute.
It's just... give me that note.
Mr. Lehman, it's for
Miss Marlowe and Mr. Lane.
That's just the reason
I want it.
I mean, it'd be better
if I take it to them myself.
It's much nicer, here, don't,
stop talking and don't..
Move on about your business.
Here, here, I'll-I'll..
Oh, I wish they'd..
...push Hollywood
another 50 miles West.
Gloria
Fillo sanctus
Gloria spiritui
Sancto
Every lover
Must meet his fate
So for that hour
My heart
Will wait
I'll find her
Someday
Someday I will
Find her again
Someday though
the world may divide us
Somehow we will conquer it all
Someway surely
heaven will guide us
Someday
We will answer love's call
Always I can see you before me
Your face
and its heavenly charms
Shining
In a radiant glory
Leads me to your two
Eager arms
For every lover
Must meet his fate
And for this hour
My heart
Did wait
There is no other
No love so great
No love so great
Beloved
One
There is no other Lover
No love so great Lover
Beloved we are lovers blessed
By fate
We are lovers blessed
By fate
Oh, Miss Marlowe.
It's from Sally's husband.
- What is it? Boy or girl?
- It's a girl.
I told you so. That's why
I ordered everything in pink.
- How's Sally?
- He said she's swell.
- She wants to come back.
- We can't. We got 24 dancers.
Then, we can have 25.
Don't be a stage manager
all your life, Mort.
Of course, we'll
make room for Sally.
And her baby can have
my part any time she wants it.
Thanks for those cigars, Ernest.
- Glad you liked 'em, Andy.
- Nice going.
Six years tonight
and we haven't hit you yet.
Hey, Mr. Lane, have you got a
minute before your next change?
- Yeah, sure.
- Lookit here. Lookit here.
Six of 'em. Is that a family
or ain't that a family?
- Oh. Well.
- Six of 'em.
And born just before
the curtain went up.
Six, on the sixth anniversary,
huh?
Oh, what a trouper.
Wait'll I tell Dink about this.
He'll get this story
on every paper in town.
Oh, don't tell Dink.
Let her have a private life.
Oh, congratulations, old lady.
Next year, I hope
you beat your own record.
Miss Gwen, if you don't
come out of that shower
you'll never be
in time for your next number.
Tell them to bring it here.
Nice way for an actress to talk.
You come out the shower
before I come and fetch you.
I'm coming, I'm coming.
Coming, coming, coming.
Oh, I love that shower.
I swear it's the only place
I can get any rest.
Well, you've no business
with rest, you're an actress.
Your grandmother
never behaved that way.
Lotta Marlowe had respect
for the theater.
Grandmother never had to sing
the same songs and same dances
listen to the same music, and
say same lines for six years.
I do have respect
for the theater.
I make every performance
better than the last one.
Ow, you're pulling my hair.
- No, I'm not.
- You are too.
When you picked
the apple blossom
you turned your wrist
the wrong way.
During the entire run of
"Sweethearts" I never
picked up the apple blossom
better than I did tonight.
I particularly
noticed the wrists.
- Did I do it wrong?
- Oh, nobody would notice it.
Oh, yes, grandmother notices.
She knows whether or not I pick
up the apple blossoms right.
Give me a piece of candy,
please.
No, you don't.
You told me Thursday you were
half a pound overweight.
I didn't tell you
anything of the kind.
Besides, it was Wednesday.
Oh, alright
have it your own way.
- Where's Brunhilde?
- In her basket.
Well, give it to her.
Give her the whole box.
Her figure's her own business.
Mine belongs to my dear public.
Oh, Kay Jordon, if I ever
engage another secretary
she'll be very near-sighted
and extremely kind-hearted.
Oh, take them away. I don't want
to look at another flower.
Oh, look at those darling
blossoms. Bring them in, Bobby.
Look at those little grapefruit
or whatever you call them.
See who sent them, Kay.
- Help yourself, Bobby.
- Oh, thank you.
"Until you come to California,
may I send California to you?
- Norman Trumpett."
- Trumpett? Trumpett?
Oh, yes, that's that man from
the what-you-call-it studios.
- Sweet of him, wasn't it?
- Yes.
Not as if he expected
to get anything outta it.
Hmm, California must be
a wonderful place.
If you like cloudbursts.
What're you rattling
all those papers for?
Paper make me nervous, Kay.
- Invitations for tonight.
- Oh.
The Sheldon Evans want you
for a small supper party.
So does Mrs. Hoyt.
So do the Leland W. Archers.
- So do the Mr. and Mrs..
- Miss Marlowe regrets.
Miss Marlowe
has a previous engagement.
Something very special, too.
Something she wouldn't break
for anybody in the world.
I thought so. That's why
I declined these for you.
And here's the count coming up.
Three, four, five, six, seven..
...eight, nine...and there's
the count of ten over Brogan.
And the crowd goes wild.
Well, there goes my 200 bucks.
Down on the canvas with Brogan.
Can't understand it.
The last time I saw
Brogan fight, he was great.
Brogan's legs ain't what
they were seven years ago.
I know, but..
Say that's right.
I haven't seen a fight
since the show opened.
That's just another last straw.
Come in.
No, you don't, either.
Smoking! Smoking before
the performance is over.
Kay, why don't you go out
and come back in five minutes?
I heard you yesterday.
You coughed twice.
Only once. The first time
was just a rehearsal.
Alright, I'll put it away.
Just wait'll I get off
the treadmill of this show.
Think that castle number
went as well as usual?
- It went beautifully.
- I thought it went well too.
I took a little longer pause
just before the G..
What're all those?
You're gonna read it?
Invitations for tonight.
Any interests?
They're from awfully nice
people.
You tell each one of those
awfully nice people
that I've got a date for tonight
and I wouldn't break...
I've already told them.
There they are,
right on the dot.
If it weren't
for those family telephone calls
how would I
set my watch every evening?
Good evening, Miss Lane.
And how is my nephew's
performance tonight?
Oh, perfectly splendid,
Miss Lane.
Everything's going beautifully.
Yes, I think it is.
I think it's the best
anniversary we've had yet.
Yes, yes, it is.
Yes, I'll tell him.
Your Aunt Amelia says..
That she sang "Iolanthe"
2000 times.
And she's told me
about it two million times.
He says that's a wonderful
record, Miss Lane. Yes.
Now, Amelia. That's enough.
Ernest is suppose to be giving
a performance tonight, not you.
Good evening, Miss Jordon.
It's your Uncle Sheridan.
The greatest
Robin Hood of his day.
So he tells me.
What?
Oh, of course,
I'm listening, Mr. Lane.
Yes, I'll tell..
Yes, yes.
I've told him.
Yes, I did, Miss Lane.
Yes, I know.
Yes, I will..
I'll be right in, Hannah.
Yes, I will.
Yes, I have.
Yes, I know.
Goodnight, Miss Lane.
Goodnight, Mr. Lane.
We have fun
in our spare time, don't we?
You'd better get dressed.
What would your family do
every night without a telephone?
- There's carrier pigeons.
- They might bite Brunhilde.
Good evening, Mrs. Marlowe.
Are we giving a lovely, lovely
performance this evening?
Oh, well, that's nice.
Is our voice sweet and clear?
Oh, lovely. Hmm.
And do we look adorable
in our costumes?
Yes, we look great.
I said your daughter
looks lovely, Mrs. Marlowe.
Yes. Yes, yes, I will.
She wishes you could've seen her
in her shepherdess costume
when she sang "Dolly Varden."
There's a picture of her
in that costume in every room.
She wishes she could've seen you
in your shepherdess costume too.
Yes.
Watch me make Miss Kay laugh.
Oh, the top of the evenin'
to yez, Katy me girl.
Oh. It's Mr. Marlowe now.
Good evening, Mr. Marlowe.
It's your Cousin Augustus.
In a brief review
of his past triumphs.
And I'm supposing
me beautiful Cousin Gwen
is afther singin'
like the larks in the trees
this fine evenin',
sure and begorry. Ha ha ha.
Ooh la la, Mam'zelle Jordan,
eet eez always zat I say zees.
In Paris..
Will you kindly
restrain your son
from his attempts
to grab the limelight?
Now, brother, we must wait for
our cue, not be little hogs.
Hey, how much did we take in
at the box-office tonight?
Your brother. The last of the
Marlowe's, he wants to know...
Tell him the box-office is $5287
and a counterfeit quarter.
"Sweethearts", number next!
"Sweethearts", number next!
Shut your face. I've never
missed a cue in my life.
Salute the monarch
so mighty and brave
A ruler valiant and strong
We fight his battles
from cradle to grave
Follow the king marching along
Follow the king
this happy day free from care
Beautiful music in the air
Sing and dance laugh and play
Heaven has crowned a king today
Salute the monarch
so mighty and brave
Follow the king marching along
Follow the king
this happy day free from care
Beautiful music in the air
Sing and dance laugh and play
Heaven has crowned a king today
I'll forsake the world for you
I will make
your every dream come true
We'll know days
and nights of love
We will climb
To the heights
Of love
Sweethearts
who need no crown and throne
Sweethearts
who live on love alone
We'll find
A paradise somewhere
Leaving behind
All worldly care
Sweetheart today will never fade
Like an eternal serenade
Our love
Will end the way it starts
Forever we'll be..
You think we'll ever
have a chance to step in?
You'd think she could've
sprained just one ankle.
Sweetheart today will never fade
Like an eternal serenade
We'll be together
always together
Parting never loving forever
Wanting the world to know
We love each other so
For every lover
Must meet his fate
Beloved we are
Sweethearts blessed
By
Fate
- Speech!
- Speech!
Speech! Speech! Speech!
Speech! Speech!
- Don't know how to thank you.
- All we can say is thank you.
You can see that we-we still
don't know how to make a speech.
Oh, I'll tell you what.
Let's all sing together.
- It's a good idea.
- Oscar, play something.
Come on, everybody,
you know the words.
If you don't, sing anyway.
Sweethearts who need
no crown and throne
Sweethearts
who live on love alone
We'll find a paradise somewhere
Leaving behind all worldly care
Sweetheart today will never fade
Like an eternal serenade
Our love will end
the way it starts
Forever we'll sing
Should Auld
Acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should Auld
Acquaintance be forgot
And the days of Auld Lang Syne
Sweetheart today will never fade
Like an eternal serenade
Our love will end
the way it starts
Forever we'll be
Sweethearts
Miss Gwen! Oh, Miss Gwen,
you were wonderful!
Oh, thank you, Hannah.
Oh, thank you too, Brunhilde.
You wouldn't say it if you
didn't mean it. I'm exhausted.
I never heard such
applause in my life.
Oh, what do I care
about applause?
You think there was more
than last anniversary?
- Oh, much more.
- I thought so too.
Look, Hannah, there
it is again. Go get it.
Oh, dear, dear.
After every performance.
- Every night.
- And matinees, don't forget.
"Six years with you
are like six minutes.
Six minutes without you
are like six years."
Well, Hannah, hurry, hurry.
Get my dark blue suit out.
Uh, which one, Miss Gwen?
Thedark blue one.
You know the one I mean.
- Thone.
- Yeah. Hurry.
Come on, Hannah, Hannah,
hurry up. Come on.
Do you think tonight
comes every night? Hurry.
- There.
- Oh, you're an angel, Hannah.
Oh, there he is.
Hurry up. Go on. Brr.
Get out!
- Remember me?
- Oh, the gentleman in grey.
- Six years ago.
- Hasn't it lasted pretty well?
So has mine, don't you think?
Remember the something blue?
You do get prettier every year.
Oh, now listen,
if you're gonna be personal
you'd better step inside.
Hurry up.
- Do you mind if I kiss my wife?
- No. I'd love it.
It's six years
today, Mrs. Lane.
It was a funny way
to get married, wasn't it?
Sneaking off like that
after the performance.
A very good way. I'm never
gonna get married any other way.
No. Neither am I.
Darling.
Any changes you'd
like made, Mrs. Lane?
Oh, yes.
Quite a big one.
But never get any time
together to tell you about it.
- Tell me about it now.
- That's just it.
We don't see
enough of each other.
We certainly don't. Let's fix
all that, starting tonight.
Alright, starting tonight.
Where will we go?
Where do we go every year?
Our private little table at
Angelo's.
Just think, darling.
We'll be all alone.
And nobody will ask us to sing.
No, and there won't
be crowds of women
climbing all over
asking for autographs.
And there won't be
any orchestras.
Playing the hits
from "Sweethearts."
Oh, it'll be peaceful and quiet
and it'll be heavenly.
Thief, assassin, robber!
You idiot! You ingrate! I don't
even stoop to ignore you!
You cowardly murderer!
Your miserable music drowns out
the beautiful words of my plot.
Your plots interfere
with my immortal music.
Boys, don't make all
this noise out here.
Marlowe and Lane
have had a tough evening.
They've been working.
What's it about this time?
- His music is killing my lines.
- It's a mercy killing, toots.
Anything that'll put
that book outta its misery.
You tell that to me?
The great playwright?
Playwright!
Playwright! Blah!
If it were not for my
music, you would not exist.
- Boys, boys, boys!
- For heaven's sake!
What's going on here?
Dink, if you must pick
a fight, why here?
Why not outside
where it's nice and cool?
- He says I'm not a playwright!
- Well, that's alright, Leo.
A playwright isn't such
a bad thing not to be.
But I am a playwright!
And I need not descend
to musical comedy.
Didn't I write the world's
most powerful drama?
Shh. Oh, yes, Leo.
I read it. I read that thing.
I promised I wouldn't
mention it if you wouldn't.
My play of human emotions,
founded on the universal truth.
What's the universal truth?
That every manager in
New York turned it down?
Why are we standing
here talking about
whatever we're talking about?
There are a lotta things
we've gotta do. And I was..
Look, Dink. Look!
Here, children.
Children! Children.
Here, wait a minute.
Where are you going?
- Out.
- I'm going out too.
- Goodnight.
- Oh, no, but you can't do that.
You're supposed to
come to the party.
- What party?
- My party.
Just, it's just one little
table at the Morango.
Sorry, old man,
but we've got another date.
Yes. It was sweet
of you to ask.
But you've got to come. We've
been planning this for weeks.
We don't "got to come." We've
been planning this for a year.
We're not gonna get dragged
into anything tonight.
- I'm putting my foot down.
- I'm putting mine down too.
Well, you don't have to
put them down on my heart.
I don't see any reason
to crush me beneath your feet.
Oh, Felix. Oh, don't
talk like that, Felix.
Oh, well, I'm-I'm sorry.
It was just
the-the disappointment.
It got too much for me.
I'm-I'm-I'm... I'm an old man
and I don't get many pleasures.
But you... go ahead.
Just think about
yourselves. Don't..
Forget about me. I-I...
Oh, we'd, we'd never
forget about you, Felix.
No, no, no. You-you go on.
Don't-don't worry about me.
I... uh, I was talking to...
arguing with Dink this morning.
I said... my little kiddies would
never leave their old friends
and turn their backs on them
when they just wanted to share
their pleasures with them.
But... most successful
people are selfish
and I'm glad you
are selfish. You'll...
Oh, now wait a minute, Felix.
You were arguing
with Dink like that?
Now listen, we never
turned our back
on an old friend in our lives.
No. And we're certainly
not gonna start now.
Of course, if you
don't want us to come
all you have to do is tell us.
If you think you'll keep us
from attending that party
I put my foot right down.
Yes, and I put
mine down... too.
Yes, well... as long as you...
put your... foot down, it's..
There we are.
- Just a few of our old friends.
- Yes, a really quiet evening.
I guess we're stuck
again, Mrs. Lane.
I know we are, Mr. Lane.
- Dear Felix.
- Yeah.
- Oh, darling.
- Oh, here you are, kiddies.
Welcome to our little gathering.
I've got a nice cozy
little table down here for us.
- Isn't it quite a gathering?
- Quite.
Why don't you introduce us
to a couple of
hundred of our friends?
I wanted to surprise you.
Why don't you really
surprise us some time
and tell us the truth.
I didn't want anything about
our little party to leak out.
It'd break my heart
if it got in the newspapers.
Oh, hello, boys.
Why, they brought their cameras.
Isn't that nice? They make
a hobby of taking pictures.
And getting them
printed in the newspapers.
You said this was just
a party for the company.
You promised Gwen
and Ernest wouldn't come.
This is the best stunt
we've ever pulled.
It may be your last.
Well, now, let's all sit
down and get comfortable
so that the broadcast can start.
Broadcast?
Uh, yeah.
It's-it's just
a little national hook-up.
The chorus wanted to put on the
"Pretty As A Picture" number.
To entertain you.
They, uh, they thought it might
amuse you to sing with them.
Oh, it's just a little
impromptuaffair.
Yes. Well, that little
imprompturunway over there
it must've taken
two weeks to build.
Oh, we're gonna have
a lot of fun tonight.
I'm laughing now.
Ha ha ha.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
You have just been listening
to the Iridium Room Orchestra.
And that special arrangement
of the "Wedding March"
was in honor or our two stars
Gwen Marlowe and Ernest Lane.
You know, folks, this party
is a surprise for them tonight.
And I wish you
could see their faces.
Just like two kids at Christmas.
I wish every one of you
listening out there
could be here tonight.
Right here with them.
I wish you could see what
this long run of "Sweethearts"
has meant to each and every
one of us connected with it.
New friendships have been formed
that can never be broken.
Hearts are welded
closer every day.
I wish you could meet
the man who's responsible
for the success
of "Sweethearts."
A man whose name means
everything in the theater.
A man whose name stands
for everything in the theater.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you Mr. Felix Lehman.
- Limelight chaser.
- Publicity seeker.
Hello, everybody.
Uh, can you hear me?
I had no idea you
were going to ask me
to talk here tonight.
Uh, we're not
here for publicity.
This is just a little
family gathering to celebrate
the wedding anniversary of
Gwen Marlowe and Ernest Lane.
I'm not even going to
mention "Sweethearts"
the show that they're starring
in at the Melody Theater.
We're not here to talk about
"Sweethearts" or the way that
"Sweethearts" has broken all
records for the past six years
playing at the Melody Matinees,
Wednesday and Saturday.
Ha ha, no.
We're, we're just here
to have a little fun
and forget all
about "Sweethearts."
What's the name of that
show we're here to forget?
You'll never find out from him.
Oh, yes, of course.
I forgot all about him.
Ladies and gentlemen,
there's a gentleman here
who has also had a lot to do
with the success
of "Sweethearts."
He, uh, playing at the Mel..
He's come all the way
across the ocean
on a boat of course
just to be with us here tonight.
And I wonder if it would be
possible for me to persuade him
to come up to the microphone
and just say a few words..
Oh. He's here.
Uh, oh, you're both here.
Yes, well, this
makes it a little difficult.
You better not
both talk at once.
Uh, Leo, you speak first
because you're the tallest.
Anyway, ladies and gentlemen,
this is Mr. Leo Kronk, whom I...
Uh, my public, it's so good of
you to welcome me back this way.
As you all know I've been on
the shores of the Mediterranean
for a brief rest.
A brief rest of six years.
- Yet just a lunch hour, really.
- Mm.
I thought of Gwen Marlowe
and Ernest Lane as I lay
in the glorious sunshine
of Capri.
- I thought of Felix Lehman.
- Oh.
And one day, I even
thought of Oscar Engel.
Hm?
We mustn't forget that
he also contributed
in his way to "Sweethearts."
As I said to
the Rajah of Tankor...
Yes, yes, thank you very much.
Thank you, Leo Kronk.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I hope that you all
enjoyed that little
as much as I did.
And now, I want to introduce
to you the composer...
Hell-o-o! Hell-o-o, everybody.
I speak to you now.
But my music have spoken for me
all the time I have been away
in London, in Paris, in Cairo
in Venice and in Budapest.
Thank you very much.
That was a very nice,
little talk and, uh..
...and, uh, now our two stars
Gwen Marlowe and Ernest Lane
are so anxious to sing for you
and I don't think we
ought to keep them waiting.
Here we go.
Yes, this'll be
a nice change for us.
They're going to sing a little
song that you know very well
called "Pretty as a Picture."
I dabbled in the world of art
So?
I've donned a smock
in gay Montmarte
Oh?
But just between us two
Can you tell black from blue?
Now, listen.
I've painted etched
and carved a bit
A bit of what?
I've sculpt and sketched
and starved at it
Starved?
Do you know form and line
Yup, and..
I do know you're divine
Oh, darling.
Your grace Your style
Oh, yes.
You're much Too much
Your face
Your smile
Are master's thoughts
Go on
You're pretty as a picture
Darling you're a dream
Who could paint a picture
Lovely as you seem this moment
It would take a Rembrandt
To catch the charm of you
You're pretty as a
Picture
An angel from
The blue
Although you may
think what you say
Is clever and unique
Isn't it?
A hundred million times a day
A million others speak
They do?
The same old line
Really?
Same old line
The same old line
Well, doggone.
You're precious you're cute
you're terribly sweet
Now we're getting somewhere.
While we sit by and smile
And the sigh
You just repeat repeat repeat
And now you hate it.
Oh breathes there a man
With soul so dead
Who never ever took her hand
And to his girlfriend said
You're pretty as a picture
Baby you're divine
And when you truck on
down the street
My heart starts to beat
Crazy rhythm in swing-time
Hardly..
They don't tweet tweet
Honestly I mean it
And you always will
You're pretty as a
Picture
Just as long as
you will pay the bill
You're beautiful You're sweet
You're precious and divine
Your feet
Petite
Where meant to dance with mine
You taunt me
when I whisper of romance
We'll try again
To tell me while we dance
To tell you while we dance
Your pretty as a picture
Darling your a dream
Who could paint a picture
Lovely as you seem this moment
It would take a Rembrandt
To catch the charm of you
As pretty as a picture
And I'm in love
With you
Thank you, Gwen and Ernest.
And listen to the way
they're all thanking you.
I think that means they want
you to sing "The Game of Love."
It does!
Alright, boys. Hit it.
Mademoiselle
Mademoiselle I'm..
- Hello?
- Mr. Trumpet?
I have Hollywood for you.
Ready, New York.
Mr. Silver will talk now.
Mademoiselle what shall I do
I want to know what can I do..
Trumpet, how are you?
I feel terrible. Why?
Sure. I'm still at the studio.
You think it's
a holiday out here?
Always there's something.
Now Joan Darrow
falls off the throne
in the coronation sequence
and breaks her arm.
Yes, everybody quits on me.
And not only that.
We're having an unusual
amount of foggy weather
and all the location
companies are held up.
Well, have you got
Marlowe and Lane?
You're listening
to them over the radio?
Say, I'm doing that myself
and we're three hours
behind you out here.
I mean, have you got them yet?
Eventually?
Now listen, eventually..
That's just a lot of words
to me. I want results.
I've got a picture we could
start shooting tomorrow
if we had a script.
And Marlowe and Lane are
the only team in America
who can act it.
Well, maybe Lunt
and Fontaine if they could sing.
What?
I know I bought it for
Sally Hayes and Neil Craig.
But he got bit by
a rattlesnake out on location.
And she's in the hospital
from overwork.
Can't even see the doctor
for six months.
No, no! Bob Brandon
got makeup poisoning.
And Gabriel Gabriel
went back to Brooklyn.
Yeah, she got sore because of
doing two pictures at once.
I tell you, we've got to
have Marlowe and Lane.
Mr. Silver, Mr. Silver.
Oh, h-hold it, Trumpet.
Stage eight is under water.
Brenda Stanton
just fainted on the set.
Right in the middle of
the 24th take.
- Well, send her home.
- We can't.
- Haven't got a row boat left.
- See?
We haven't even got
a row boat left.
Now you bring back Marlowe and
Lane or we go out of business.
Don't worry, Mr. Silver.
It's afait accompli.
I say that Marlowe and Lane
are virtually in the bag.
Goodnight.
Thank you, Gwen and Ernest.
What did you say, Mr. Lehman?
Oh, marvelous.
Felix Lehman has just told me
that telegrams are coming in
from all over country asking
you to sing "Sweethearts."
You simply can't say no to
that, can you, Gwen and Ernest?
Very silly of you to brought
that up, Felix old boy.
The doorman please.
Carriage entrance.
Hotel Merango.
I'm speaking for
Miss Marlowe and Mr. Lane.
Will you tell their chauffer
not to wait any longer?
They're riding
home... with a friend.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
Ho-ho, there
they are, my kiddies.
They've earned
a good night's rest.
I couldn't have asked
anything more of them tonight.
They were great.
Everything was swell.
Yes, and the evening
started so badly
with Trumpet prowling
around the theater.
I scared Trumpet off.
He won't bother us again.
Ha ha. We both scared him.
He won't dare try to see Marlowe
and Lane while we're around.
Look!
Very nice of you to
give us a lift, Mr. Trumpet.
Yes, and so lucky too.
Came along just
when we needed you.
Yes, I rather have a way
of coming along
when people need me.
Can't imagine what could've
happened to our chauffer. You?
Maybe he got tired
and went home.
Well, I can see his point.
You two must be
utterly exhausted.
I don't know how you keep it up.
Performances,
broadcasts, benefits.
Never a let-up, never a change,
year in and year out.
It's all part of our job.
Yes, but rather an unnecessary
part, don't you think?
Now, in Hollywood
we protect our artists.
We know that leisure and rest
are necessary to them.
We recognize that they have
a right to their own lives.
Among those darling,
little orange trees.
Yes. Oh, I wish you could
see the orange trees
around my place
in Beverly Hills.
I haven't given up
hope that one day
you'll have some of your own
to look at out there.
An orange ranch
in Beverly Hills.
And our own garden.
I've always wanted to
dig in the earth.
Yeah, to put on
overalls and get out
and chop down your
own fruit trees.
- Oh, that's living.
- Yes.
Uh, Mr. Silver
telephoned me again tonight.
- He spoke of you two again.
- 'Oh?'
He'd just listened in
to your broadcast
and he was very enthusiastic.
'He stayed up especially
to hear it.'
Stayed up? Wasn't it only
about half past nine out there?
Yes, but you see, we do things
rather differently out there.
When you're through with your
little bit in the studio
which is usually very early,
you have a lot of time to play
and then, of course,
you're healthily tired
just about the time that you
in New York have to go to work.
Just imagine having your
evenings all to yourself.
Tell me, Mr. Trumpet
what's it like out
in Hollywood, making pictures?
Well, of course, it's very
different from the theater.
When you make a picture,
you just take a scene once
and you're through with it.
You sing a song and it's
heard in a 100,000 theaters
all over the world,
but you yourself
never have to sing it again.
Your work's done once
you've sung the song once.
Oh, just imagine
singing a song once.
Is that all there is to it?
Yes, of course, and when the
picture's over, you just relax
and do as you please until you
choose to do your next picture.
Oh. Well, does everybody
do that out there?
Yes, all Mr. Silver's stars.
He said again that
if ever you feel you'd like to
do a picture or two, he'd be
very charmed to have you.
- That's awfully nice of him.
- Oh, it certainly is, but..
You know, we..
If ever you feel you'd like
a vacation and a rest
from this grueling
monotony of the theater
just remember that
Hollywood is waiting for you.
Oh, well, here you are.
Home already.
- It was awfully nice of you.
- Was a charming, little chat.
- Certainly.
- Most certainly.
It was awfully nice of you..
Oh, Brother, for goodness sake.
- Are you still up?
- Oh, how could I sleep?
I've been wondering about
that counterfeit quarter
we took in at the
box-office tonight.
Children. I didn't
hear us come in.
- Hello, mother.
- Hello.
- Oh, you're all still up.
- Why, of course.
We've been awaiting you.
Me vely, vely glad
all same me seeing you.
Come inside, please. You make
chin-chin, thank you.
Yes, dears. Come in.
We'll have a nice, little chat.
- And our lemon juice.
- Oh, but, mother, it's so late.
Oh, now, you mustn't
think about us.
We're never too tired to have
a little talk with our children.
We coming in now, please.
All same follow me.
- Vely good. Chin-chin..
- Yes, dear. Come along.
- Come, Brother.
- Watch me surprise them.
I'll give them
some entrance music.
Oh, mother, please. Won't you
let us off just one night?
But lemon juice is
so good for our voice.
The whole thing's nonsense
and always has been.
I sang "Iolanthe" 2000 times
without the aid of lemon juice.
Sure and begorry, if
you'd used it, Amelia, me girl
you might've been
singing it yet.
My brother Orlando, certainly
the greatest living interpreter
of Gilbert Sullivan,
says that singing
is the only tonic for the voice.
Boy, is your brother
Orlando, laying an egg
with that Penzance troupe.
Is the child referring to
Orlando's present tour
in the Pirates of Penzance?
Look, it's right here
on "Variety."
"Orlando Lane's Pirates
Floppola in Philly.
Veteran's Road
Revival Biz N.S.G."
- N.S.G?
- Not so good.
Oh, the road has changed
sadly since my day.
Now, Sheridan and I played to
tremendous business everywhere
in the "The Prince of Pilsen."
They're off again.
Yeah, and there's no telling
where it will end.
Augustus, do you remember
that you played
in the Chicago company?
Do I remember?
Was you ever in Cincinnati?
Oh, that waltz.
It's rather pretty
at that, isn't it?
She's thick with thorns beset
And nature when
She breathes of love
Speaks through the violet
I bring a breath of springtime
From woodland where I grew
There's a kiss upon each petal
My lips are sweet with dew
The one who sends this message
Would whisper soft to you
I love you
Love you
Love you
And my heart's true blue
Oh the life in high society
Is one perpetual lark
But shh don't say I told you
Keep it dark Keep it dark
But shh don't say I told you
Keep it dark Keep it dark
Have you two retired
from radio work?
If you're going to
broadcast tomorrow
you've got to get some sleep.
Oh, but we don't
broadcast tomorrow, Kay.
It's Friday evening.
Didn't you give them my message
that broadcast had been changed?
What, dear? Oh, I forgot.
I never can understand
about radio anyway.
It's a mystery
to a lot of people.
Nevertheless, there's
a Fireside Chat Friday evening
and the Sweetheart's Hour
has been switched to tomorrow.
But we have a matinee tomorrow.
It's before the matinee.
Between 1:00 and 2:00.
You're slipping, Kay.
I've got a recording then.
That's been changed,
for the worse.
It's between 1:00
and 01:30 now.
Buckle on your roller skates,
whizz over the broadcast.
But why all this tomorrow?
Why not on Thursday?
Yes. Why not Thursday?
Miss Lane?
I explained to Kay
that I've made arrangements
for you to sing a few songs
Thursday morning
at the Juliet Club meeting.
- You might've asked us first...
- It's alright, Ernest.
Kay, you can call up
the radio people and tell them
we'll do it Thursday afternoon.
Your turn, Mrs. Marlowe.
I promised, on Thursday
afternoon you and Ernest
would sing at the benefit
for the Dela Z. Fox Foundation.
And Friday, I have agreed
that you will appear with me
in my Two Hours of
Reminiscence at the Thespians.
Say, you don't get 'em
for Friday morning.
I told 'em at school you'd help
Augustus hand out the diplomas.
Si, si, si, we give the big
diploma to the little bambinos.
And that's why the only
time for your broadcast
is between 01:00
and 02:00 tomorrow.
But it isn't the first time.
This happens all the time.
Every single day
there's something or..
Alright. Alright, you made
the promises, we'll keep them.
Come on, darling,
let's call it an evening.
I'm still worried
about that ten minutes
we've got open on Saturday.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Good evening, Thomas.
Good evening, good evening.
Come in, my fellow troupers.
Come in, come in.
- Orlando.
- Yes. Orlando.
Well, my darling,
I'm glad to see you.
I'll tell you all about
the tour a little bit later.
Gwen, my darling. And Ernest,
I'm so glad to see you both.
You're looking..
I beg your pardon.
Oh, uh, Miss Kay.
Oh, Miss Kay.
Miss Kay!
Oh, Miss Kay. Miss Kay,
you're looking wonderfully well.
But I say, you always
were a gorgeous creature.
I wonder, if you'd mind
paying these good fellows
and give them each
a little something extra.
They've driven us faithfully
all the way from Bridgeport.
Here are the principal ladies
and gentlemen of my company.
I've asked them to be our guest
until we take to the road again.
There's plenty of room.
I won't take no for an answer.
After all, I can always
double up with Ernest.
I don't mind roughing it
for a few weeks.
Now, go into the dining room
and refresh yourselves.
I will join you just as soon
as I discuss a little business
with my nephew, yes.
Oh, Gwen and Ernest!
Well, you don't know
how good it is to see you.
You're, uh, you're surprised
to see me back no doubt, eh?
No surprise for me. I knew
that flopperoo would fold.
What? Well, as soon
as we get more, er, that is..
As soon as we resume our tour
with more, uh, with more, uh..
New scenery and costumes, well,
I think we shall have a hit.
How long do you think
it will take your, um..
...your troop to start
touring again?
As soon as the
financial arrangements
have been... completed.
- I'll write you a check now!
- Splendid, my boy!
But, Gwen, surely Orlando
has had his chance.
Now if I were
to revive Dolly Varden...
I'll make another farewell tour
in "The Count of Luxembourg."
Really, this is too much.
Do you thinkyou
could draw audiences
when they've slighted
my brother Orlando Lane
a member of the first
family of the musical stage?
"First family."
That's really rather amusing,
isn't it, Augustus?
Since the days
of Lotta Marlowe, we Marlowes
have been the first family
of the musical stage.
The Lanes have been pre-eminent
in the field since Robert Lane!
But there's no use arguing
about it, everybody knows
the Marlowes are the first
family of the musical stage.
The Lanes have been,
and always will be
the first family of the theater.
Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it!
I can't stand all this
any longer!
I've got to have quiet.
I need a life of my own
and I'll have it!
Ernest and I know where we
can get it, and we'll get it!
You can stay here
and argue about
who's the first family
of the theater!
We're going to be
the last family of Hollywood!
Oh, dear, be careful!
Why? Am I going
to fall down again?
Darling! Darling!
- Darling, we've gotta get out!
- Thank you very much. Goodbye.
Call that Mr. Trumpett and tell
him we're coming to Hollywood.
- I just did.
- You did?
- Yes.
- Oh, darling, you're wonderful!
Now we'll go down
and tell the family.
- I just did.
- You did?
- Yes.
- Darling, you're wonderful!
Marlowe and Lane have
no idea of going to Hollywood.
If you print that, you'll ruin
the reputation of your paper!
Yeah? No, there's
absolutely nothing to it!
So you heard it, can I help it
if those Hollywood clucks
start a lot of phony rumors?
Marlowe and Lane
are not going to Hollywood!
What are you running,
a newspaper or a dream book?
Wouldn't we be the first
to hear it if they were going?
There's absolutely nothing
in it! No truth in it!
I don't know anything
about it, fellas. Absolutely!
There's no use denying it.
It's all over town. Argh!
Don't act that way.
We're still on our feet.
Felix isn't at their house
for nothing.
Felix knows how to get around
them. He'll change their minds.
Nothing to say.
- Nothing to say, nothing...
- Well? Well? Well?
Well, nobody can change
their minds this time.
They're going to Hollywood,
and they're-they're going!
- Didn't you talk to them?
- Or reason with them?
Didn't you tell them
you're a lonely old man?
Didn't you say
you're a father to them?
Didn't you tell them
they're your kiddies?
What did they say?
They said that
they-they were going shopping!
Oh, I'll need dozens of these
for Hollywood, Madam Valerie.
Isn't it stunning, Kay? It'll be
wonderful in the garden.
- Ideal for plowing.
- Oh, you keep out of this.
Show me hundreds of things,
Madam Valerie.
Everything I'll need
for Hollywood, for every hour.
Madame, do you think I should
have extra skins added..
I don't think so.
Oh, look at this.
Isn't this adorable, Kay?
- Oh, that's lovely.
- I love this color, don't you?
Madame..
...I'm so happy to see you.
- Do you like it?
- That's stunning!
Beautiful!
Oh, that really is a knockout!
Oh! Kay, why don't you get
something in the same shade?
It'd be stunning on you.
I've been a perfect pig
all morning, Kay.
You should be ordering
your things for Hollywood.
But I'm not going to Hollywood.
- What? You're not going?
- No.
Oh, Kay, well, w-w-w-what do you
mean you're not going?
When you go west of Hoboken,
you gotta leave me behind.
Me and the Statue of Liberty,
we stick where we are.
But what are we
gonna do without you?
Oh, you'll do alright. It's much
better if I stay where I belong.
Miss Marlowe! Miss Marlowe,
Mr. Lane's on the telephone.
- I heard his voice.
- Alright, thank you.
He doesn't want you,
Miss Marlowe
it's Miss Jordan he wants.
He can't live without me.
Miss Jordan is a very
lovely girl, is she not?
Oh, Kay? Ah, she's an angel.
She's stood us for six years.
I don't know what
we'll do without her.
Particularly Ernest.
Oh, that's stunning. Madame,
I simply must have that.
That's the same material
of the suit I picked for Ernest.
When a man lets a woman
choose his clothes
it's a sure sign
he's in love with her.
Our boyfriend is stranded at
Madison Avenue and 56th Street.
All he forgot
was enough taxi fare
to get him to the
Victor Recording Studio.
If you don't climb outta that
and start for the broadcast
there won't be
any "Sweethearts Hour."
The broadcast! I forgot about
the radio. Get me out of this.
Get me out of this, quickly.
And so this week again, we bring
to you the "Sweethearts Hour"
starring Gwen Marlowe
and Ernest Lane
the sweethearts
of "Sweethearts."
Their last appearance
on the eastern networks
for soon the scene will
shift to far-off Hollywood.
But we won't think about
that now, indeed we won't.
We'll just listen
to Miss Marlowe singing
Victor Herbert's "Badinage"
accompanied by our guest
pianist, Mr. Dalies Frantz.
Miss Marlowe, Mr. Frantz.
How do you do?
There is magic in the melody
upon a summer breeze
Warm and tender
All night long
And a nightingale is singing
to the moonlight in the trees
Oh, the splendor
Of his song
There is music in the murmur
of a rippling woodland stream
Gentle music
Softly played
All the loveliness and wonder
of the spell the world's under
Seems to harmonize
Our summer
Serenade
And this young and yearning
heart of mine
Is learning a glorious strain
In a song sublime
of summer time returning
What beautiful music
has once again
Revealed anew
The loveliness heaven has made
All the world
is singing a summer
Serenade
Lovely music
Gently played
Lovely music
Heaven made
The stars, the moon,
my heart's in tune
The whole world seems
to harmonize with love
A summer
Serenade
Hearts are high
when the band goes by
And we're marching on parade
With flags unfurled
we will show the world
That our colors cannot fade
To the beat, beat, beat,
of a million feet
And a tune by bugles played
Don't you run, run, run
Get your gun, gun, gun
And go marching on parade
There's a drum somewhere
There's a hum in the air
Hear the crowd start to cheer
There's a martial strain
with a stirring refrain
Growing loud, drawing near
It's the stars
And the stripes
On parade, we're on parade
Come on
Come on
We're on parade
Marching on
Marching on to glory
We will show the world
That our colors cannot fade
To the beat, beat, beat
Of a million feet
And a tune the bugles played
March along and don't
you run, run, run
Get your gun, gun, gun
And go marching on
Go marching on
Go marching on parade
He's wonderful, if he can only
keep it up till we get there.
Can't you drive
any faster, buddy?
I'm going faster
than I can go right now.
Heavens! They must
have called out the militia.
Step on it, driver, the radio
company will pay your fine.
And I'll do
your jail sentence for you.
It'll be a pleasure.
For every lover
Must meet his fate
And for this hour
My heart did wait
There is no other
No love so great
Beloved, we are sweethearts
Blessed by fate
Sweetheart
Sweetheart, my
true heart is yours
Sweetheart, today
will never fade
Like an eternal serenade
Our love will end
The way it starts
Forever we'll be
Sweethearts
Well, that's
the end of "Sweethearts."
- What will become of me?
- You'll have to go to work.
- That will be new experience...
- Silence, you piano-thumper.
I do not see you,
you ghost of a ghost-writer.
Lay off it, boys.
We got enough trouble.
But my kiddies
won't like Hollywood.
I know they won't like it.
They only think they'll like it.
They are New Yorkers.
This is where they belong.
Look at those crowds.
Gwen and Earnest won't
have any of that in Hollywood.
They can't live without that.
They can't breathe
any air but Broadway.
They've never
known anything else
They'll die of home-sickness
in three months.
- In less than three months.
- That's right, in three weeks.
They won't stand it that long.
They can't stand it,
of course not.
They can't be away from New York
for three days, three hours.
I'll bet they'll get right
off the train and come back.
- Of course they will.
- They will?
- Then why are we worrying?
- I am not.
Ha, I knew everything
would work out alright.
I knew my kiddies wouldn't
leave me for long.
Have you ever seen one of those
Hollywood contracts, Mr. Lehman?
Like that.
They aren't for any three
months, they're for seven years.
- Seven years? Seven?
- Seven.
But that Trumpett ought
to be ashamed of himself.
I'll never speak to him again,
that's what I'll do.
Mr. Trumpett on the telephone
for you, Mr. Lehman.
Trumpett, I'll, I'll talk
to him right here.
Hello, Mr. Trumpett.
Ha ha, hello..
Hello, Mr. Trumpett.
Oh, yes, I'm fine, thank you.
I'm feeling wonderful.
Well, Felix, old man.
Our stars certainly
distinguished themselves
in the broadcast, didn't they?
Well, did you just
call me up to tell me that?
Oh, Pas du tout, Felix
old boy, pas du tout.
Now that you won't
need "Sweethearts"
I think I can persuade
Mr. Silver to buy it.
Oh, now, now, now, Felix,
doucement, doucement.
No need to feel
that way about it.
After all,
Mr. Silver is behaving
in a very generous manner.
He's willing to let
you keep "Sweethearts" running
all next week, while
they prepare the contracts.
Well, that's, that's..
Well, you know
these joint contracts.
That of course is the penalty
of signing up a team
for a number of years.
Yes, as the French say
Beaucoup de peine,
beaucoup de travaille.
Yeah, beaucoup de horsefeathers!
Joint contract. Signing my
kiddies for a number of years.
- Why, it's a lifetime.
- Not signed yet, Mr. Lehman.
The contracts
are still being drawn up.
Yes, but it's just
as good as signed.
Oh, the finest team
any producer ever had.
That's why Hollywood wants them.
"Hollywood wants them."
But would
Hollywood want them if..
Suppose they were not a team.
Ha ha, suppose
they couldn't sing either.
Suppose they were separated.
We might have some chance.
How are you gonna
separate two people
as much in love
as Marlowe and Lane?
That's the catch. But my play,
my great unproduced drama.
It cannot be wrong.
It is founded
on a universal truth.
A woman in love can always be
made to believe she has a rival.
Universal truths do not lie.
Marlowe and Lane are
really so much in love still?
Well, what would you say?
Any man who slides notes under
his wife's door all the time
Notes? What do they say,
these notes?
I don't know. They are
love letters, I suppose.
She keeps them locked in their
dressing room, keeps every one.
'That's how much
in love they are.'
Notes.
All those notes.
My friends, the day is saved.
Marlowe and Lane
do not go to Hollywood.
But Brunhilde, darling,
you've got to get used to it.
Oh, alright, alright. Then,
have it your own way, come on.
But you'll be sorry when
you get on that plane tomorrow.
Tomorrow. Oh, dear, tomorrow!
I don't know what your
grandmother would think.
Oh, she'd probably love it.
Don't pack that, Hannah. That's
the one like Ernest's new suit.
I'm gonna wear it on
the train to surprise him.
We'll have enough surprises
when we get to that woolly west.
Oh, Hannah,
you're gonna love it.
Hey, what do you think?
Uncle Orlando's knocking
them cold this time.
See, "Veteran's second try
clicks in sticks.
"Pirates repeat tour socko.
Lane's Penzance
grabs smash biz."
There, I knew it.
Talent always wins.
- Isn't that nice for Orlando?
- Yes. wonderful.
No doubt, he'll bring the
production into New York now.
That's what he should've
done in the first place.
Why anybody who wants to leave
New York is more than..
Yes, oh, indeed.
Falstaff shame on you
crying like a sissy.
He don't like the idea of going
to California, Miss Gwen.
Maybe he'll like
it after he gets out there.
Mr. Lane's gone out?
No, ma'am, he's
in Miss Kay's room.
Oh, I'll get him.
Thank you.
Send that to them
like a good girl, will you?
- Hi, Mrs. Lane.
- Hi kids.
Why don't you get out of the
habit of working? It's bad.
We'd love too.
All packed?
They'll be calling
for your trunks.
Well, I keep trying but nothing
seems to get accomplished.
Let's try together,
maybe we'll have better luck.
You've got to get
dressed, so have I.
We've got those two
thousands last errands to do.
Meet you downstairs,
fully-clothed in 10 minutes.
You'll recognize him,
he'll wear a carnation
and carry a bass
drum, come on, you.
Oh, look at this room.
Hey, I gotta wear one of those.
Brother and his scales again.
Hmm, listen to that concerto.
Won't it be fun when we
unpack in our own little home?
When the golden
sun sinks in the west
And the toil
of a long day is o'er
Though the rod may be long
In the lilt of a song
We'll forget
we were weary before
Far ahead where
the blue shadows fall
We shall come
to contentment and rest
And the toil of the day
And the toil of the day
We'll be all charmed away
We'll be all charmed away
In our little grey
In our little grey
Home of the west
Home of the west
There are hands that
will welcome me in
There are lips
I am burning to kiss
There are two eyes that shine
Just because they are mine
And a thousand
things other men miss
It's a corner of heaven itself
Tho' it's only
a tumble down nest
But But
With love brooding there
With love brooding there
Why no place can compare
Why no place can compare
With our little grey home
With our little grey home
In the In the
West West
There goes the trunks.
Looks pretty final now.
Don't fear, the trunks may
go, the owners will stay.
The universal truth
in my play, cannot be wrong.
I guess anything's worth trying
now, even that. Good Luck.
I don't need good
luck, nothing can stop me now.
- Mr. Kronk's here to see you.
- Oh, Leo.
He say's it's important.
It's probably 'bout himself,
tell him, I can't see him.
My dear, couldn't keep
you waiting, I came right up.
Hello, Leo.
How are you?
Cast down by your departure
but rising again on the wings
of this, my great play.
Ah-ha, that's very nice.
You've written a play.
I've written a magnificent play,
and I'm gonna read it to you.
No, oh, no, Leo, I'm sure
it's a lovely play and all that.
But I really haven't got time
to listen, I'm packing.
And we have a performance
to do tonight, you know.
The contracts to sign,
and I'm sure you'll understand.
This play was
written just for you.
It requires a great emotional
actress to play this part.
Why, your role has everything,
from gayest comedy
to deepest of tragedy.
What a motion
picture it could be.
You'd be another Garbo.
- Oh, oh, Leo.
- Act one, scene one.
"The drawing room of
a country house in Long Island.
It's one of those, is it?
"You're lying on a sofa
in a ravishing tea gown.
Yes, yes.
"Your husband enters
and he says..
"Hello, my beautiful one."
And you say
"Hello, Cyril."
And he says..
"As you know we've
been married a long time."
And you say,
"Does it seem lo.."
"Does it seem long to you?"
And he says..
"Six years with
you are like six minutes."
'Six minutes without
you are like six years."'
'There's a little intimate
business, he kisses your hand.'
'We shan't go into that
now, and then he says..
What did he say?
"Six years with
you are like six minutes.
Six minutes without
you are like six years."
Charming, isn't it?
Yes. Did you make it up?
No, not exactly,
and then you say, "Oh..."
I'm very curious
about this line of yours.
You see, it's sort of special,
if you know what I mean.
It is special.
See it was written
by a man very much in love.
- And I put it in my play.
- Who is he?
I only know the lady in the case
and I can't betray
her confidence.
You see, the man
I understand is married.
Married.
Yes, it's one
of those very sad stories.
He's been in love
with this girl for years.
The wife, of course,
knows nothing about it.
And then he say's,
"Darling..."
The wife you say,
knows nothing about it.
No nothing. Though it
goes on right under her nose.
But that's the
way in these cases.
The wife is always
the last one to find out.
And then you say...
This uh, this uh, girl,
did she show you any more notes?
Oh, yes, yes.
She has hundreds.
You see, he writes
everyday one note.
True love, isn't it?
Yes. Yes.
Must be.
Well, I selected only
the most intimate ones
and put 'em in my play,
they're all through it.
Here is one for instance.
Nice little one.
"If you ever want
the moon my darling
let me fetch it for you."
And here is another one.
"All the worlds asleep..."
Stop, stop, Leo.
I can't. I won't be
able to listen to anymore.
- I scarcely started...
- Yes, I know.
Well, you see, I've got my
packing and everything to do.
I really won't have time,
and I'm sure it's a lovely play.
I understand it's a day of
confusion. You're very gracious.
- I'll dedicate my play to you.
- Thank you, thank you so much.
Yes?
Excuse me, I was told
to bring this right up.
It's Mr. Lane's new suite.
Oh, yes. Put it in Mr. Lane's
room, right next door.
- Right next door?
- Eh?
Oh, nothing, nothing.
Why, that's not
the suit I picked out.
- Oh, you mean the plaid one?
- Yes.
Miss Jordan cancelled that,
and picked out this one for him.
Oh, never mind I'll take it.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Miss Jordan picked
it out for him.
Miss Jordan picked
it out for him, did she?
Oh, Miss Jordan picked
it out for him, did she?
That'll fix her.
Darling, I've got some
wonderful news.
I persuaded Kay
to go Hollywood with us.
Aren't you surprised
she's going?
No, not now.
It'll be wonderful
having her there, won't it?
Yes, it'll be very nice for you.
Excuse me now, I'm busy.
- What's the matter, darling?
- Nothing, I'm quite alright.
- Can't I help you?
- No, I'm alright, I tell you!
Oh, gee, you've had
a tough day packing.
Well, if you want me for
anything, I'll be in here.
Kay Jordan.
Come in!
I know, I know.
I'll call the jewelers
in the morning
and have this engraved
on the vanity case.
- Think she'll like it?
- You picked a beauty.
- Gwen will love it.
- 'I think so too.'
- Say, is anything on fire?
- I don't think so.
Well, something in this
house is certainly burning up.
Oh, Ms. Gwen, won't you
let me open it now?
No, Hannah, no.
No, Hannah!
Leave it there.
Well, it's in the
way there, certainly.
There! Maybe that will cut down
his correspondence.
Where were you going?
It isn't your cue.
Have you seen Gwen tonight?
Yes, I stopped at her dressing
room for a second. Why?
What did she say?
She said you seemed
to be so glad I was going
to Hollywood and she was sure
I'd have a lovely time. Why?
She ran out of
the house this afternoon and..
...came down, locked
herself in her dressing room
hadn't spoken to me
all during the performance
and now she..
Do you suppose
she's ill or something?
Of course not.
She's probably just upset.
The last performance, and all
the excitement and everything.
Leaving the stage and going
to Hollywood is quite a move.
Yeah, I'm beginning
to realize that.
Well, it's pretty late
in the day.
Come here, come here.
Here comes Trumpett now with
a complete set of lawyers.
Is that four lawyers?
Either that or one
lawyer sub-divided.
You get out of the way before
they cross examine you.
Hannah, I'll open that door.
I'll put a stop to this.
Well..
Hello.
Ms. Marlowe,
always kidding.
I can see by the look in
your eyes that you're indeed in
for a pleasant night.
Allow me.
Mr. Bogardus
- Hi.
- How do you do?
And this is Mr. Bogardus.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
Of the firm of Bogardus
and Bogardus.
This is Mr. Butterfield.
And Mr. Butterfield
of the firm of Butterfield
and Butterfield.
The firms amalgamated..
Oh yes, I'm sorry.
I forgot.
The firms amalgamated
this afternoon.
Mr. Bogardus, Mr. Butterfield,
Mr. Butterfield, Mr. Bogardus.
Butterfield, Bogardus,
Butterfield, Bogardus.
We had a certain amount of
difficulty in preparing these
but you and Mr. Lane will find
them worthy of your autographs.
I'm sure Mr. Lane will find the
contracts quite satisfactory.
And you also, Ms. Marlowe.
Don't forget that that's equally
important, you know.
Me? Oh, I'm not
going to Hollywood.
Uh, pull it down a little
in the back, Hannah, please.
That charming sense
of humor of yours, Ms. Marlowe.
They will enjoy it in Hollywood.
Oh, but didn't you understand?
I said I'm not going.
Is the belt fastened, Hannah?
- You're not going?
- No.
- But you and Mr. Lane...
- Mr. Lane is going, alright.
That uh, he is looking
forward to it.
May I ask your reason for this?
Oh, no reason. I just changed
my mind. That's all.
So, if you'll take the contracts
into Mr. Lane's dressing room
I'm sure he'll be
very happy to sign.
And he can leave
for Hollywood right away.
But uh, I don't think you
quite understand Ms. Marlowe.
You see uh, it's you
and Mr. Lane as a team
that Mr. Silver visualises.
I'm sure Mr. Lane can get along
very nicely without me. Thanks.
Certainly, won't be lonely.
But what am I to say
to Mr. Silver?
How am I to uh..
Oh, Mr. Lane.
Wonder if you can
do something about this.
Ms. Marlowe informs me that
she's not going to Hollywood.
It's the first I've heard that.
What's the matter, Gwen?
Nothing. I've just
changed my mind, that's all.
I figured there'll be
less of a crowd without me.
What you talking about?
You're on in two minutes.
- I implore you.
- Oh, really.
It's no use in discussing
it any further.
I'm sorry if
I've inconvenienced you.
And you and Mr. Bicardy
and Mr. Buttercup
and Mr. Bicardy
and Mr. Buttercup.
But, well, my mind's
made up. That's all.
- Can't you possibly persuade...
- No! Definitely, he cannot.
Goodnight. Thank you.
Hannah will show you
the way out.
Well, Mr. Silver's not gonna
take this at all lightly.
Goodnight.
Goodnight, gentlemen.
Look, the retreat of Hollywood.
My plan is working.
At last, a use for Leo.
I'm too happy to mention
my contempt for you.
I laugh at you in violence.
Stop it. We got
Marlowe and Lane practically
separated and you two
are still crabbing.
Things look pretty good.
I don't like this.
I don't think it's nice
to have them mad at each other.
I'm gonna...
But can't you tell me
what's the matter?
I told you I do not
wish to discuss it.
For one, explain
why you wrote this?
I should think the meaning
was clear enough.
Are you sure you
feel alright, dear?
Oh, really,
this has gone too far.
You stand there
and try to act innocent.
I know what kinda
creature you are.
I saw you put that note
under Kay's door.
That note I put under Kay..
Oh, is that what
this is all about?
But for the love of..
- If you think...
- I don't think. I know!
I happened to read
that love not to Kay.
That wasn't for Kay at all.
I suppose you put it
under her door by mistake.
No, it wasn't by mistake.
It was for Kay.
...but it really was for you.
I mean, I gave it to her to have
it engraved on a vanity case
that I bought for you.
It's going to be a surprise.
You could think of
a better one that.
- But I'm telling you the truth!
- Well, it won't do!
It's embarrasing standing here
listening to your explanations.
I should've known about
you and Kay all along but
of course the wife is always the
last to know about these things.
Ms. Marlowe, Mr. Lane,
your cue.
You ought to be ashamed
talking about Kay like that.
- Kay's a fine girl.
- That's right. Defend her.
I knew it.
It's like you.
Don't you know they are
waiting for you?
There she is. There she is.
Now, you can be happy.
Go to Hollywood
and stay there for all I care.
- What are you talking about?
- You and Ernest.
I think she's lost her mind.
She says that you and I..
How can you think
a thing like that?
That's right. Deny it. I suppose
the other woman always does.
Let go of me. Let go.
I won't until you take back
what you said about Kay.
I'll stay here all night.
I'll stay here forever.
Alright, then
I'll stay here too.
I won't budge until you
listen to reason.
You two crazy?
You're late for your cue!
- Oh, good heavens.
- Oh!
Open the door.
"Stars Hollywood
plans cancelled."
That's music to my ears.
To all our ears.
Music to the ears?
It's music to the soul.
My friend.
Muah. My friend.
I knew your magnificent play
could not be wrong.
When it is, uh, produced
you must give me the privilege
of putting up half the money.
Thank you. Thank you,
my life-long friend.
Let us go and congeal
our friendship in vodka.
Vodka!
Very pretty. May be I can be
flower girl at the wedding.
Never mind. Leo's done
a swell job for us.
They haven't spoken to each
other since the show closed.
I still don't like it. I can't
sleep worrying about them.
Oh, you'll feel better
when the road get going.
Two gold mines. Where
there was only one before.
Oh, yes. I forgot all about the
understudies, yes.
Whatever their names are.
I can never remember.
I can't even remember
their faces.
Oh, hey, Ms. Crumby, would you
ask Ms..
Yes, Mr. Lehman,
I know who you mean.
Will you come in, please?
Come in, kids
and start a new life.
Yes, now.
Miss. uh uh... Mister, uh uh..
We know what you
want to say, Mr. Lehman and
we wanna tell you
that we understand.
Naturally with the show closed
there isn't anything
for us to do.
Not that we did very much
while it was open.
Sweet of you to take
the trouble to
fire us yourself. Makes
it much more personal.
Oh, but I'm not firing you.
I'm hiring you.
You see, Gwen and Ernest,
they wanna get away from it.
So, they're going in
different directions.
And-and-and you're gonna play
"Sweethearts" with Gwen Marlowe
and you're going to play
"Sweethearts" with Ernest Lane.
Don't you understand? You're
gonna have your name in lights.
It's going to be Gwen Marlowe
in "Sweethearts" with uh
what's ever your name is
and Ernest Lane
in "Sweethearts" with uh
what ever your name is.
Ha-ha.
Sweethearts who live
on love alone
We'll find
Our paradise somewhere
Leaving behind
Clip clop clop clip clop clop
That's how 'twas done while
friends clitter clattered
These two were made one
For every lover must
meet his fate
Beloved one
Beloved one
Pretty as a picture
Darling you're a dream
Who could paint a picture
Lovely as you seem
Sweethearts live on love alone
When we promenade up
and down the avenue
Gentlemen will stop
as we pass to have a view
Heads are high
When the band goes by
And we're on parade
Mademoiselle no parlez vous
Madamoiselle we thought you knew
Madamoiselle we know you know
My heart
Is yours
Yeah, I know what
you mean, Falstaff.
I feel the same way myself.
Is there anything
more, Mr. Lane?
No, thanks, Harry.
That's all.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, sir.
Oh, did you think to get
a copy of Variety tonight?
I meant to give it
to you at the theatre.
Thanks. I just want
to see what Ms. Marlowe..
What the other people
in the road are doing?
If they are in a town like this,
they're not doing anything.
Oh, I know, Brunhilde, it isn't
much fun for me, either.
Oh, you got the Variety.
Where did you find this?
I made the bellboy
go and flag the mail train.
I don't understand. We never
used to be so interested in
that curious paper in New York.
Well, I just wanted to see
whether, oh, what the other
road companies were doing.
Yes, where is Ernest this week?
Oh, long ways from here.
I just happened
to turn to the page.
I suppose someday you'll tell me
why we are doing all this.
Told you mother, I just don't
like to talk about it.
Oh, but I think you
miss Ernest so.
I do myself,
he's such a sweet boy.
Please, mother.
Ah-ho, there isn't a light
in the whole town.
Isn't it astonishing how many
people sleep at night.
- It's so unresourceful of them.
- Not much like New York, is it?
Thought you wanted
to get away from New York
and have some quiet evenings.
Did say something
like that, didn't I?
Oh, Leos play opened last week.
But closed last week too.
That must be the play
he started to read to me.
Well there's
a review of it here.
I don't think it could
have been very good.
"The only reason thisturkey
ever made broadway is
"because Leo Kronk the author
put up the shekels
"'for his production himself.'
"It dishes out scribe's nutty
idea that any femme in love
"would believe that hubby has
another girlfriend.
"What plot there is concerns how
dopey wife is made to believe
that husband is carrying
on affair with secretary."
Does sound rather
implausible, doesn't it?
"Minor character steals
love letters.
"Husband has written to wife and
plants 'em so wife is convinced
"spouse has two timed
her by writing
"identical letters to secretary.
"Believe it or not, wife is
crazy enough to fall for this.
Audience is not however.."
What is it, dear?
Wife was crazy enough to fall
for this tripe.
Oh, I see it all now, mother.
They stole my love letters.
They wanted to separate us.
Oh, I must have been crazy.
Where's the telephone?
Where's the telephone?
I've got to find him.
I've got to tell him.
Hello, hello, operator.
Please wake up.
We've got to find him.
We've got to tell him.
Tell Ernest what
an idiot I've been.
Hello, hello, operator.
But operator,
I've got to talk to her.
I've gotta show her this.
I've gotta tell her.
I've gotta tell her
what a dope I've been.
Sorry, Mr. Lane,
the line is busy.
I'm doing my best, Ms. Marlowe.
Well, operator,
please keep trying.
Well, you don't know
what this means to me.
Hello, operator.
Please, hello.
Sorry, still busy.
Please, hello.
Hello, hello.
Sorry, still busy.
Oh, well, never mind, dear.
They'll call you in a minute.
Hello.
Oh, sweetheart.
Oh, sweetheart.
Hello.
- Bring the bags in too.
- That will show him.
- Oh, my kiddies.
- Don't my kiddies us.
- We know what you did now.
- You ought to be ashamed.
We've come to tell you
what we think about you.
We found about the whole trick.
Yes, well, I know..
Never mind blaming Leo.
He did it because
you were back of him.
I was in the beginning,
then I backed out.
They wouldn't let me tell you.
I wanted to stop you
from going away.
Keep you from going
to Hollywood.
You've done a fine job.
Tell him what we're gonna do.
- We're going to Hollywood.
- Yes, just to show you.
We didn't even bother to unpack.
We aren't even waiting for
a train. We are gonna fly out.
- Leaving today.
- Right now.
Yes, that will show you.
C'mon, darling.
Now, what's the matter?
Oh, it's-it's..
Now, you don't mind me.
I guess you're right.
You know, what it's like
away from New York.
You've-you've seen life
away from New York and if you..
...like being away from New York
you're perfectly right
to stay away from New York.
Sometimes I think I'd like
to go away from New York myself.
Get away from it all.
It's brought me nothing
but heartbreaks.
Oh, well, I'm an old man now.
It isn't... I haven't got
much time left.
And I guess I better spend what
time I have left right here.
Carrying on alone.
I had hoped that in my old age
I'd see "Sweethearts" running
another six years
and it could too, you know
if you two kiddies had just..
But you don't belong here
and if you don't belong here
you just don't belong here.
What do you mean
we don't belong here?
We couldn't breathe
any air but here.
You think you could
ship us to Hollywood..
- I put my foot down.
- I put mine too.
- Saying we don't belong here.
- We belong here as much as you.
We belong wherever you belong.
Oh, Felix.
Oh, you awful old crook, you.
Oh, my kiddies.
Welcome home.
Oh, it's fun being
back, isn't it?
Oh, it's swell.
No, you don't.
- Kay.
- Hey, hello, darling.
Now, we're all back home.
This is a glorious day in
the history of "Sweethearts."
- Oh, look what I found.
- No you don't.
Look at you two.
Eating candy and smoking.
You'll be in great shape
for that opening night.
Sweethearts today will
never fade
Like an eternal sereade
Our love will end
Whereve you wandered
We welcome you back home
We'll always be the Sweethearts
So claim us for your own
Our love will end
the way the starts
Forever we'll be
forever we'll be
Sweethearts