Come Live with Me

Hi-Ho, Silver!

Diana, come here!

What does the Lone Ranger want?

Turn off the sun, darling. I've had enough vitamin D.

I wonder.

Men are really mysterious creatures, Yvonne.

Yes, Mrs. Kendrick, all of them.

My husband is a perfectly normal man in other respects,

but he has the delusion he gets younger every time he beats himself up.

Oh, good heavens. Bart? Bart!

- Yeah! - Hurry. It's late!

I'm nearly finished. Just taking the last jump!

- Ready, darling? - Just a minute.

Anything in this novel?

Oh, you couldn't publish it, dear-

- It's much too grim and earnest. - You're too tough a critic, Diane.

Oh, lucky for you.

You know if it weren't for me, you'd lose your shirt.

Oh, I agree.

Fix your tie.

Now why, Diane?

Why do you have this pink mirror? You can't get a good look at yourself in it.

Ah, but you can see what you want to see.

Any woman looking into that mirror sees a young girl of 16 looking back at her.

It's a nice idea, but it's hardly realistic.

Oh, but it's such a comfort not to be realistic.

Just before I go out, the last thing I do

is to take a look in my pink mirror, and there I am-

Young, fresh, and glowing.

That's the way I think of myself all evening.

Women are really mysterious creatures, Yvonne.

Yes, Mr. Kendrick, all of them.

I think New York's rather a nice little city.

It has its points, especially in the spring.

There's always a sense of excitement. You feel anything can happen.

Anything can. Yet, somehow, it's safe, too.

You like safety, don't you?

Yes, I do. Don't you?

Well, I'm not so sure. It might be dull.

Possibly.

Hello there, you two.

Hello, Arnold.

I'm not late, am I, Diane?

You're never late, Arnold. It's your only virtue.

Oh, not at all. I also never do card tricks.

- Good night, dear. - Good night.

Have a nice evening.

Thank you, darling. The same to you and many of them.

- Isn't she looking marvelous? - Never better.

- Can we give you a lift? - No, thanks, old man. You go along.

You mustn't keep my wife waiting.

I never do. Good night, Bart. Nice to see you.

Nice to see you. Good-bye.

Good night, dear.

Good night, darling.

Taxi!

Your husband's much too broad-minded.

You shouldd be the last one to complain about that.

Husbands ought to be jealous.

It's the traditional thing.

Bart and I don't believe in tradition.

Ours is a modern marriage.

You poor dear.

But I like my marriage. It's just the way I want it.

You lie, thank goodness.

I do not.

Bart and I have a perfect understanding.

What do you mean, uh-huh? - I mean uh-huh.

Whenever I hear a wife boasting about how modern her marriage is,

I say, to myself that is, uh-huh.

Her husband's straying off the reservation.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- Evening. - Good evening.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Don't announce me tonight. I want this to be a surprise.

- Surprise? - He wants to give her a real surprise,

he'd stay away one night.

Good evening.

I don't want Miss Jones to know that I'm here.

Oh, Bart.

It's charming.

I thought you two would like each other.

She was born in Vienna, too,

and I'm madly in love with her.

When did it happen?

The moment I saw her.

So quickly?

I knew as soon as I looked at her.

May I?

That's the way it should happen. At first sight.

- Isn't it, Johnny? - Yes.

And that's the way it did happen.

We met, and I smiled at her.

And she smiled back. She knew, too.

- Oh, did she? - You know she did.

Do you think she knows I never want her to leave me?

Yes, Bart, she knows.

I want her to stay with me forever and ever, Johnny.

- That's a long time. - Too long?

We can make it forever, Johnny, if you want it that way.

You know I want it that way, but I want to be sure.

Of what?

I want to be sure that our happiness

doesn't mean that somebody else will be unhappy.

I promise you, it isn't like that.

- No one will be hurt? - No one. I've told you.

Oh, Bart, I'm so happy, I think I cry a little.

Don't you think you better wait till after dinner?

- Shall I? - You'll find it much more satisfactory.

All right. I'll go and get my things.

Don't mind me, Frieda.

It's just that I'm so crazy about those old Viennese waltzes.

I want to see Miss Janns, Miss Johanna Janns.

- You have made a mistake. I'm sorry. - No. Miss Janns made the mistake.

I'm very sorry, but there is no Miss Janns here.

Ok, Miss Jones, then, if she likes it better that way.

Tell her it's official- Department of Immigration.

Or maybe you guessed that already.

- But I tell you, there is no- - I'll come in and have

a little look around anyway, if you don't mind.

Johnny, they found you.

They have?

A man from the immigration department's talking to Frieda.

Well, I tried to think it wouldn't happen, but I knew it would.

I can't let you go. They can't send you back.

They have to. My temporary passport was up 3 months ago.

If only I could do something...

Darling, you've done so much already.

You made me live again.

You almost made me forget about being afraid.

I am afraid now.

Don't, Johnny. Don't.

I won't.

I know, Frieda. I'll be right out.

I'll come in with you.

Promise you won't say anything?

- I don't want you to get into trouble. - I promise.

You wanted to see me?

- I do if you're Miss Janns. - Jones. It's more American.

Well, I'll say this much for you.

You certainly picked a tough name to pin down.

- I tried hard. - I tried harder.

And you won. I'm sorry.

I guess you like it here, don't you?

You don't ask somebody in heaven if they like the place.

Yeah, I see.

Well, anyway, they want to see you down at the department in the morning.

I'll be there. When do they say I must leave?

Whenever the first boat goes.

Will you take a little tip?

Don't go on the duck again.

Hide out, I mean. It won't do you any good.

I understand.

Ok. I guess that settles it.

Yes, I guess that settles it.

Wait a minute, inspector.

Bart, please.

Miss Jones can't go back. Don't you understand? She can't go back.

- Why not? - Because of her father.

What's the matter with him?

He was- they have a word for it over there- liquidated.

Oh, murdered, like we say it over here.

What for?

- Because he stood up for what he believed in. -Yeah?

Well, you got to be for a guy like that.

Anything happen to her?

No, but it will if she goes back.

Say, what do you do for a living?

Oh, I'm a publisher-Books.

Oh, is that so?

I could give you some stories for your books, about some people I meet up with.

Yeah, I can imagine that.

Seems to me like this case right here ought to interest you.

What do you mean?

I kind of liked the way she kept her chin up in there.

Of course, I had to do it, but

you got to like people that can take it like she did.

Yes. She has to be able to take it,

to be able to face what she's going to face if she goes back.

Yeah.

Come on in here a minute.

Excuse me, Miss, but maybe I got an out for you.

What?

I said, maybe there's a way you can stay here.

A way I can stay here?

This is strictly off the record, of course, but

if you got married to an American citizen-

Not that I got anybody in particular in mind-

then you could get a quota number, and you could stay here.

- You see what I mean? - Yes. Yes, I see.

But at your department in the morning, what will they say?

Oh, that's so, isn't it?

You've been pretty tough to find anyway, so I just didn't find you yet.

In fact, I think it'll be about another week before I'll be able to find you.

By that time, you ought to be all set.

But I can't get married in a week.

Well, Miss, if you can't,

then the boys in this country must be slipping.

What about it, Mister?

You're very kind, inspector, but-