I Want to Live!

- Oh! - Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

What's the rush? I'm supposed to wait for Bonnie.

She can catch up with you later.

Where? You guys wouldn't let us look for a place to stay.

Listen, we didn't bring you chicks in from Vegas

to go apartment hunting. Let's go.

GO, go: go'

No one knows where, but we gotta go.

Mmm.

Hey, what is this? Come on, get out of here.

- Where's the girl? - What girl?

All right, come on out, duchess.

You heard me. I said come out.

What, may I ask, are you two gentlemen doing in my room?

- No sale, sister. - Oh, come on.

Let's not make a federal case out of it.

It is a federal case. Ever hear of the Mann Act?

Transporting a woman across a state line for immoral...

- What are you talking about? - Look, you drove the girl

in from out of state this afternoon.

Don't you think we check on those things first with witnesses?

All right, get your stuff. Let's go.

Just a minute, Copper.

Did you and your runny-nosed witnesses check on who was gonna pay for the room?

Me!

So...

There we are.

You know what you're saying? What you'll be charged with?

Yeah, I know, and it's a misdemeanour.

No federal rap.

I've been there before.

All right, come on.

Get your paws off.

I soil easy.

Thanks, kid.

Don't lose this.

Gee, life's a funny thing.

Compared to what?

Left! March!

Hup, hup, hup, left, march!

- Hup, hup, left, march! Now hear this!

I want to propose a toast to those two grand little seagulls,

Peg and Bonnie.

They made San Diego a port the men of the U. S. S. Pompano

- will always remember. - Hup, march!

Hup, march!

Oh, you goofed.

Ok, pay up, dogface. That will be a sawbuck.

Where'd you girls learn close-order drill like that?

- In the W.A.C.S.? - No.

The W.A.V.E.S.?

In Ventura.

California's most exclusive finishing school.

Very tough to get into, huh, Peg?

I always say there's nothing like a good education

to get ahead in the world.

- Hey, Joe! - And, furthermore,

I'd like to add a serious note.

Oh, sit down. You're rocking the boat.

Here you are. I was just going to yell "girl overboard."

You can't hear yourself think in there.

Well, here's somethin' to think about.

I got me a three-day pass startin' Friday.

How about me and you go down to Tijuana?

- Negative. - Why not?

I'm going on a weekend cruise.

Yeah? How's about inviting me along?

Oh, you wouldn't fit in.

I'm joining my mother and her friends on a private yacht.

What are you handing me? Your mother on a yacht?

Yeah! My mother on a yacht!

Besides, you're too young.

For what?

Am I still too young?

Well...

Hello, young lovers, hello.

Don't you ever knock before entering a balcony?

Guess who's here?

Mac and Stuey.

- From Frisco? - Uh-huh.

Ten-hut!

Forward, march!

Bury yourself!

So it looks like we finally made the bucket.

- Well, what happened? - Remember the delicatessen

over on Bloom Street we always wanted to knock over?

- Yeah. - Well, we did.

- And they know we did. - But can they prove it?

Well, they got a pretty fair case, a witness even.

Well, one witness, that's all?

No, no fingerprints? Nothing like that?

Not unless I left them on the pickles.

So, you see, if we had an alibi...

Well, like, if you'd say we were with you,

- why, 1 O to one, we'd beat the rap. - Sure.

Perjury's a felony.

That's what I told them.

There's three bills in it for you and Peg.

And all your expenses while you're in Frisco.

I don't know.

One thing about you, Bonnie.

You never let your pals down.

Come on. What do you say, huh?

- Okay, it's a deal. - Oh, God.

I knew she'd do it!

It'll be like old times.

- Peg, we'll have a ball in Frisco. - No, Bonnie.

I can't go with this kick.

Oh, don't be like that. They're nice guys.

Sure.

I guess I just haven't got your guts.

Uh-uh. This is where I cut out.

Okay, you guys, there's a party goin' on.

Let's live it up!

That's my Bonnie!

Hey, George!

Some liquor for my friends.

Bongos away!

Go, go, go!

Come on, Joe, put a head on it!

You've done your time.

You're getting out. So watch yourself.

You're on probation for five years.

Don't leave the San Francisco area

or otherwise violate your probation in any way,

or you'll be back here quick enough.

Oh, no, ma'am. I won't.

I hope you mean it.

I see one section juvenile morals,

four vagrancy, one vagrancy quarantine,

three soliciting, perjury,

not to mention the two years you spent at the Ventura Reform School for Girls.

As long as you're adding up the score,

my mother was in Ventura before me.

That oughta be worth extra points.

What I'm trying to say is, you do have a choice.

People have managed to be fairly happy by not getting into trouble.

Get a job, maybe get married.

I have been...

Occasionally.

Your way doesn't seem to be going too well.

Why don't you try the other?

Thanks.

Maybe I will.

Oh, no. No, Mr. Thomas.

I couldn't let you do that.

Now, don't be silly, Miss. Baldwin. Why not?

It is such a bother having just that one account in San Francisco.

I should open one down here.

San Francisco! Then we're neighbors. I go to Stanford.

- Oh. - Now I claim it as a right to cash your check.

Well, if you insist.

- How's 20? - Anything you say.

Just make it out to "cash."

- Oh, I'm terribly sorry. - Oh, God!

Oh, allow me, miss. Allow me.

Are you in some kind of an earn-while-you-learn job?

- Cop. - What?

Vice cop.

Oh, look at these, all wet.

Oh, here, use one of mine. Just...

I feel as though I've just been through a laundromat.

I'll be right back.

I don't know, Hank.

Pickin' on a vice-squad cop to kite a check.

That's not much of a recommendation for a job in this place.

Well, she just got in town.

- Yeah, how was I to know... - Where you from?

Fflsco.

Your occupation. What do you do?

The best I can.

Maybe you can do it for me.

Come here.

See you, and I'll raise you.

I'm out.

You chicken?

PERK". Your end comes to $100 and a quarter.

Together with certain other activities of the past month,

that makes...

$642.

I'll put it in the safe for you.

Uh-uh.

You want it?

I'm quitting.

- Oh. - To get married.

Young Lochinvar, from behind the bar?

Uh-huh.

You've been married three times now.

Let's assume divorced as many.

You ought to have it figured by now, no white knight's

going to come riding through your life.

Yeah, that's right.

There isn't space on my library card for all my names.

You think as Mrs. Henry Graham

you'll be so ritzy you can't work for me, is that it?

I'm tired of it, Perk, all of it.

Used to be fun, but it isn't fun anymore.

You know, I go past the markets now