It All Came True

Oh!

Oh!

Well, I declare!

Oh!

Mrs. Taylor! Mrs. Taylor!

Mrs. Taylor!

I was followed.

Really, miss flint? Again?

All the way home from the woman's exchange by a man.

How terrible. How awful.

He was a youngish man, dark complexion, I think,

with a wild look in his eye.

It's a wonder she isn't followed by a whole crowd

the way she gets herself up.

Well, I declare.

Now, Mr. Boldini, that's unworthy.

Don't mind Mr. Boldini, dear. He doesn't mean it.

Sit down and eat your dinner before it gets cold.

Oh, Mr. Salmon.

Miss flint.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, miss flint.

Look at Fanto.

Isn't he wonderful?

I've always found Fanto a quite acceptable stooge.

Quite acceptable. Stooge?

Theatrical parlance, Mrs. Taylor.

Maggie: Mrs. Taylor? Nora!

Nora!

What is it, Maggie?

Come on down here.

Wait till my partner comes down.

She'll say the same as I do.

Well, she always has.

And for a very good reason.

If Miss Minnie was alive, heaven rest her soul,

she'd say the same thing, too.

I know.

All your boarders were friends of Miss Minnie's,

heaven rest her soul.

But she left the house to you and Mrs. Taylor.

Excuse me, please.

Nora, it's himself again.

Oh, dear. I hope he doesn't --

He does. He wants us to sell the house.

Oh, dear.

As your legal advisor,

I must warn you it's the only way out.

The bank won't wait much longer.

Ah, the back of me hand to the bank!

What they want is money.

Haven't they got enough?

Anyway, my Sarah Jane has been a big stage star

in Atlantic city for more than a month.

She'll pay them.

I wish I could believe that. Do you?

No.

Well, what are you going to do, then?

I'm gonna tell Father McGuffey on the bank. He'll make them behave.

Well, I guess it's hopeless.

I'll do the best I can, though.

Good night, ladies.

Good night. Good night.

Ohh. Ohh.

Everything will come out all right, Maggie.

I made up a story about it.

Ah, you and your stories.

But this one is about Tommy. I know he loves me,

even though he has been gone five years

and hasn't sent a letter.

He's somewhere. Paris, maybe.

And, Maggie, where do you think he can be?

Mrs. Taylor, it's time for the rummy game.

The rummies are waiting. Come on.

Four aces, three Jacks.

Mr. Boldini's won another game.

That puts him in the lead with 1,800 --

5, 1 and 5 --

1,834 games.

Miss flint, you are wrong.

1,835 games.

It's quite a lot of games.

Or don't you think so?

Mrs. Taylor?

Yes, Mr. Van diver?

When will Miss Minnie be down?

She should have been here hours ago.

Now, Mr. Van diver, you know where Miss Minnie is.

Oh, yes.

For the moment, I had forgotten.

Peaceful here, isn't it?

Peaceful and secure.

Woman: Wouldn't take no for an answer, huh?!

Thought you'd follow me home?!

What made you think you'd get away with anything like that with me?

Wouldn't take no for an answer, huh?!

Thought you'd follow me home, did you?!

So you thought you'd get away with something!

You dirty little beast!

Scram!

Okay, it's me -- Sarah Jane. Open up.

It's Sarah Jane.

Oh, Fanto, how's a man's best friend?

Hello, Mr. Van diver.

Hello, kids!

Welcome home, Sarah Jane. We've missed you quite a lot.

Welcome home, Sarah Jane.

Oh. Thanks, Boldini.

Say, did you hear Mr. Merkle and me

whooping it up on the front stoop?

Did he molest you?

I was molested today by a man --

Can you imagine? He was going to make me a torch singer.

He took me into his studio, and after about five minutes, I said, "yeah?

Well, I've never heard this called an audition before."

He followed me home in a taxi cab.

Yeah, and with a gat, too!

As if I didn't know how to handle a monkey with a gat.

The man who followed me --

He said he wanted to discover me -- me.

Well, I've been discovered so many times,

they call me "miss america."

Where's ma? Up in her room.

So long, kids. Go on with your game.

Thanks, Boldini. How's your liver?

I'll be seeing you.

Just like a breath of spring.

Hello, ma. I'm home, I'm home!

Oh, I thought it must be you!

A fine way to come home --

Jolting the neighbors out of their beds.

What happened in Atlantic city?

The usual thing.

Fired again. Ha!

That makes six times this year.

Ah, Sarah Jane, why can't you keep a job?

When you went to work for Mr. Greenfield this time, I felt sure you was made.

So did greenfield.

Oh, sometimes I'm almost glad that poor Miss Minnie's dead,

heaven rest her soul.

At least it saves me the shame of having her know

that me own girl has grown up to be a hussy!

I am not. I'm a good girl.

You are not.

You don't act like a good girl, don't talk like a good girl,

and you don't dress like a good girl.

Listen, ma, I act and talk and dress exactly as I please,

but technically, I'm still a good girl.

I don't believe it!

If anybody else said that, you'd kill them.

Oh, ma, I love you. Ah, do you, now?

When I went to work in Atlantic city this time,

you know what I planned? What?

I was going to make enough money to buy you a new silk dress

and some new furniture for the parlor,

and a silver frame for Miss Minnie's picture.

Sarah Jane, what are you trying to say?

Ma, could you lend me 20 bucks?

No! Ow!

I thought so.

Why don't you ask for a million?

Can you spare it?

Now that you're home,

what are you going to do with yourself?

Well, right now, I think I'll go down to the icebox and see if there's any beer.

Oh, ma, please be glad to have me home.

Ohh.

So long, minnie. See you around.

How dare you!

Oh, Miss Minnie,

what are we going to do with her?

Maggie.

Oh.

Did Sarah Jane bring home any money?

She wanted to borrow $20.

What about Father McGuffey?

I phoned him, and he said he can't do nothing about the bank.

Oh, don't worry, dear.

My story about Tommy

is beginning to work out better now.

Ah, it's a lot of imagination you'll need.

The story I'm making up is, he wants to surprise us.

He's been working hard and saving his money,

and soon he'll come home in a fine, big car.

It'll have a cut-glass light in the top,

and he'll have money in every pocket.

He'll be a great composer,

and he'll play for us and tell us not to worry.

Good night.

Hey, that stuff's too sticky and sentimental

for 3:00 in the morning.

Play something of your own.

Why?

Because I'd like to hear it.

Hey, that ain't bad.

Maybe I'll help you get it published.

That's what you said three months ago.

Well, that ain't so long ago. Maybe I'll still do it.

I don't think you will. I'm quitting.

Huh?