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What would you like to say?

- Well, I...

- Perhaps I could tell you.

Clarence is a very fine boy,

that I know.

You saved his life,

so you owe him something.

You've decided

that he's just about right for me.

Does that cover everything?

No, that doesn't come anywhere near it.

Oh, I forgot.

You like a very definite type of girl

and I'm very definitely not it.

Oh, don't be mad, Aunt Susie.

I'm sorry.

What is it, Joe?

Susie, what I wanna say...

Well, it's not awfully...

Same thing happens every time

I'm with you.

I hear myself saying words

that never have anything to do

with the things I feel about you.

All I know are the things you say, Joe,

and I don't like them.

Susan, I've never said to you

what I really wanted to say because...

I guess because my way of saying it

just isn't good enough.

- Then there must be some other way.

- Sure there is.

Comes right out of Romeo and Juliet,

Three Musketeers

and all the books and poems.

Those are the words I wanna say, but...

I can't. You'd laugh at me.

- I don't think so.

- Well, then I'd laugh at myself.

Words like that don't go

with sailor suits

and three-day leaves

and the world we live in.

They go with that world,

cloaks and swords and...

Oh, I don't know.

If you lived in that house,

then I could tell you.

But I do live in that house.

If you lived in that house

in some other time, you'd be...

You'd be a princess

and I'd be a bandit chief

who had to hide out in the hills.

A bandit who had seen the princess once

and having seen her,

could never forget her.

Then one night,

he'd risk his life to see her again.

Hiding in a shadow here,

a patch of darkness there...

Hiya, Clarence.

- Joe.

- Yeah?

You...

Nothing.

- Clarence.

- Yeah, Joe?

It's been a hot day.

Give me a Scotch. A double.

Are you used to that stuff?

No, I never touch it.

It cuts down on your wind.

Yeah.

It's been a hot day.

- Look, Joe...

- No, Clarence, you look.

Clarence, sometimes things happen

and you just can't help them, see?

You meet somebody and you don't think

it's anything, and then

all of a sudden it is something.

Gee, that's exactly

the way it happened.

Don't I know.

It's...

It's wonderful, though.

It could be.

But not when you double-cross a pal.

When did you find out, Joe?

Today.

But I've had a hunch about it

pretty nearly from the beginning.

- You did?

- Yeah.

It's funny, I didn't.

Not for sure. Not till I kissed her.

Of course, last night

when she dropped her soup on me

I should have known.

The waitress?

Yeah.

Gee, she's a terrible waitress.

You mean you're not sore, Joe?

No, no. I'm not sore.

No, I forgive you.

Is she sore? Susan?

Susan? No, I wouldn't say

she acted sore. No, not at all.

Even when you told her that there

wasn't gonna be any audition?

Joe.

You mean you didn't tell her?

Well, what did you tell her?

What could you be talking about

all this time?

Just things.

You know how it is with things.

Joe, you're in love

with Susan yourself.

- You gonna ask her to marry you?

- Sure.

Well, when? Before or after

she doesn't have her audition?

Iturbi.

Iturbi. I gotta get to Iturbi.

But where? I don't know where.

Oh, Clarence, where can he be?

He's gotta light someplace sometime.

There's gotta be someplace

he calls home.

Home.

Home.

Good morning. Well, thank you.

Can I help you gentlemen?

Well, we were looking for Mr. Iturbi.

Will he be in this morning?

He gave a concert

at Bakersfield last night.

And when he returns

he'll probably go straight to the studio.

Is there any message?

Well...

- No. No, thanks.

- Very well.

Gee, that's awful.

What are you gonna do, Joe?

Well, I'll go to her house

and stop her before she leaves.

Now, look,

don't let this spoil it for you, kid.

You go see your girl,

you haven't got much time.

I'll meet you at the bus.

You want me to go with you?

No.

Joe, I was afraid

I wouldn't get to see you again.

What, you think I'd go away

without saying goodbye?

Aunt Susie isn't home.

She went to the studio.

Look.

Donald.

I've gotta go back to my ship

and I don't know if I'll get to see

Aunt Susan again or not.

- So will you tell her something for me?

- Sure.

- Sure, Joe.

- Okay, you tell her that

I tried awfully hard to make things

come out right and that

I'm awfully sorry

that it had to end this way.

You got that?

- Good morning, Mr. Iturbi.

- Good morning.

- Here's your coffee and doughnut.

- Thank you, dear.

Mr. Iturbi, I'm so excited.

Imagine running into you this morning

of all mornings.

Do so hope I won't be

a disappointment to you.

- A disappointment? To me?

- How silly of me.

You don't even know who I am, do you?

- Well, I'm Susan Abbott.

- Oh, that's nice.

You know,

your friends told you about me.

Clarence and Joe.

And, well, this is going to be

quite a day for me.

It looks like quite a day for me too.

You know, I had rather expected

that Joe would be with you today

but I'm sort of glad he isn't,

that would make me too nervous.

- You don't know him very well, do you?

- Not really well.

You'd love him

because he's really a wonderful person.

Well, what I mean is that...

- Well, he's Clarence's best friend and...

- Oh, he's Clarence's best friend?

And I know Clarence very well, don't I?

You'd hardly be giving me

an audition if you didn't.

An audition.

And when is it going to be,

this audition?

11:
15 this morning.

You didn't remember it?

Well, it isn't exactly

that I didn't remember.

It's that...

It's that you didn't know

anything about it.

That there never was really

an audition at all.

Oh, Mr. Iturbi, I'm terribly sorry.

See, it's just that Joe and Clarence...

Joe and Clarence told me

that they had arranged for...

What I mean is that...

It is a joke. I can see that now.

Please forgive me.

Wait. Wait for a minute.

These boys,

you like them very much, yes?

Especially this Joe. Don't you?

Yes.

To throw away a friend in anger,

this is not good.

And perhaps, if we talk a little

about this terrible situation

perhaps it will turn out

not to be so terrible.

- Camera ready.

- All right.

From the heart of a lonely poet

Came a song for the girl he adored

Though she tried very hard

Not to show it

She was terribly, terribly bored

But then the poet asked her

If she'd like a walk

And her eyes shone

And the moon shone

And the stars shone

Up above

And they walked

Through the evening together

They were swaying

To the music of a drum and violin

He held her and told her he'd love her

Till the moon faded above her

As they walked

Though she tried not to show it

She was certain

She'd fallen in love

And her eyes shone

And the moon shone

And the stars shone

Up above

And they walked

Through the evening together

They were swaying

To the music of a drum and violin

The spell of the moon

Fell upon them

And the stardust

Breathed upon them

As they walked

Though she tried not to show it

You could see in her eyes a light

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