About Mrs. Leslie Page #7

and how I'd finally left

with one of them

to wind up singing

in third-rate hotel ballrooms.

What a rotten break, vivi,

to have such a great start.

Oh, don't be sorry.

I'm a very happy woman now.

I didn't mean this to sound

like the memoirs

of a fallen angel.

You sure there are fish

down there?

That winter,

I knew there was no more reason

for me to doubt or to fear.

I knew he'd come

to Santa hilda again

next January,

and I'd come with him.

For 46 weeks,

I could live somehow

because I knew

that when January came again,

I'd be there.

Good-bye, vivi.

Take good care of yourself.

You too.

Don't work too hard.

Keep your same phone number.

Don't make it hard for me

to find you next year.

I'll try not to.

Good-bye, vivi.

Good-bye,

Mr. Leslie, honey.

The note said, "you told me

you had pin money"

but not enough

for platinum pins."

There was something else too.

About that, the note said,

"hold this for an investment.

If a rainy day comes,

it's nice to have an umbrella."

My investment was a dress shop,

something steady.

That's what I needed,

and that's what I got.

Welcome, partner.

You won't find

the dress business

as exciting as show business.

Oh, I know what I'm doing.

Do I sign here?

Yeah.

How do I start?

Well, first off,

you better get yourself

some flat-heeled shoes.

Those things'll ruin you.

Oh, don't worry.

I will.

9:
00, miss Keeler.

Closing time.

Oh, thanks.

Mr. pope, do you think

you could find

Robert e. Lee's autobiography

for me?

Well, no.

Nobody could.

Well, you mean

he didn't write one?

General Lee lived his life

so that he had no need

to explain or apologize.

That's nice.

That's really nice.

Will you charge this

to my account?

And when the jelinek book

comes in, you know,

the diary of the civil war,

will you let me know?

Of course.

You puzzle me, miss Keeler.

Are you writing a thesis

on the civil war?

That's the nicest compliment

I ever had.

That's all

you ever read about.

You know,

if you're not busy this evening,

maybe you'd like to drop in

to the newsreel theater

on the Avenue.

They're showing a very

well-done short on mathew Brady.

- The photographer?

- And artist.

Lots of his civil war pictures.

You might enjoy it.

Maybe I will.

On a night like this,

an air-cooled movie

wouldn't be bad.

Good night, Mr. pope.

Good night.

The marines

are used to being ready,

and the zero hour

means United States marines

over the side

with their long-awaited chance

against the japs.

Marine paratroopers

renew the corps' watchword:

"The first to fight."

Amphibian tanks are part

of the amazing equipment

these sea soldiers

will carry with them.

The devil dog drive

of belleau woods,

the magnificent fight

and bravery of wake island.

America is on the attack.

Speed on, marines.

This united nation

hears your call.

Forward.

In Washington, the president

adds another agency

to the official family:

The committee for aeronautical

production coordination.

Chosen to head up

the vital c.A.P.C.,

upon which rests

the future of allied air power,

is one of the nation's

most brilliant air minds,

George l. Hendersall.

Hendersall,

a farm boy who wanted wings,

flew in world war I

and emerged to build the mighty

hendersall aircraft corporation,

originators of the new army

experimental jet.

His wife is the well-known

one-time flyer Evelyn Bronson,

famed for her books

on air exploration

and the daughter of the late

senator Jonas Bronson,

one of the earliest exponents

of air power.

Both sons, William and Jonathan,

are majoring in aeronautics

at Cornell university.

Mr. hendersall will move

the entire family to Washington

to fulfill his appointment,

including mcdermott here,

who is the son

of the famous pilot

and will be right back at home.

Not defensive war,

but offensive war.

Not since the night

mama died had I felt such panic,

such terrifying loneliness.

Now I've seen her.

"So what, Keeler?"

I kept asking myself.

So her name is Evelyn,

and she's a woman

of distinction.

So what?

I'll tell you what.

Evelyn's husband

said to another woman,

"you're the best companion

I've ever known."

You don't even know

that stuffed-shirt hendersall,

with his money and airplanes

and family.

You know a Mr. George Leslie,

a fellow

who lives in California

and goes fishing.

He did live in California,

but now he's got a big job,

a war to win.

He won't be back,

but you've got to go on living.

Survivors have to find a way

to survive,

and you always do.

Here we are, Mrs. stell.

Thank you.

And I hope you enjoy it.

Good night.

Good night, miss Keeler.

I'm running.

Have to catch my train.

You don't mind, vivien.

Before you close,

you've got Mrs. sims in there.

King and Keeler,

that's right.

Come on in.

When did this happen?

Almost a year ago.

Very attractive store.

You call them shops, don't you?

Is it paying?

We're making ends meet.

I don't like this blue,

miss Keeler.

Let me try

on that black lace, please.

Yes, yes, certainly.

What's wrong, vivi?

I've wired.

I've tried to reach you

by phone.

I've written.

What's the matter?

Don't you want to go out west

this year?

Is there someone else?

Yes, me.

I'm a businesswoman now.

I can't afford to pick up

and take off

anytime I feel like it...

You feel like it.

What about that black dress,

please?

See, I have

responsibilities now.

Here you are, Mrs. sims.

Thanks.

I hope I'm not keeping you.

That's a very complicated

answer.

Now, what's happened?

I just don't know

what my plans are.

I may have to go to Europe,

a buying trip.

If that's what you want to do,

we can go to Europe this year.

The important thing is...

the important thing?

Europe, California?

You see, you don't even know

what I'm talking about.

Will you help me

with this zipper?

I don't think

this does much for my figure.

I have such trouble

trying to... oh!

For heaven's sake,

what are you trying to do

to to me?

I'm sorry.

That was terribly clumsy of me.

It just isn't my day, I guess.

No, no,

I don't like this either.

I'm sorry.

Hand me my dress.

I'm glad you came by, though.

I have some business

to transact with you.

Business?

You would have had it

before this.

I just didn't know

where to get in touch with you.

Here.

Please take it.

And here's a check.

By this time next year,

I ought to be able

to return the balance.

Good night, miss Keeler.

Let me know

when you get some new things in.

Yes, I will.

Good night, Mrs. sims.

I didn't want diamond pins

from you or money.

I didn't want anything.

I'm ashamed to death

of the money I took from you

when I first went down there.

Now you're ashamed, you mean.

Do you think being in business

has given you respectability?

Respectability?

I like to think

I always had that.

You did.

Only then,

you didn't realize it.

You're in love me,

so you went to Santa hilda.

Has that changed?

Look, it's closing time.

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