Buck Privates Come Home Page #4

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Warm day, isn't it, Collins? Yes, sir.

Too warm for a uniform? No, sir.

Then why aren't you wearing one?

I was chasing peddlers. And?

They got away with a French kid

that's in the country illegally.

I see. There were two peddlers and a

child who's in this country illegally.

You let them get away? No,

sir. I tripped and fell.

You certainly did.

Perhaps you won't find any obstacles in

your new path of duty... on Tenth Avenue.

But... But you're sending me

back to where I started.

That's where you belong.

After all, a seven-year-old child can't

continue to run around the streets.

She'll certainly contact you

or one of your countrymen.

Mr. Roberts, we are only too happy to

cooperate with the immigration service.

The moment we hear anything of Yvonne

LeBrec we'll contact your office.

Fine.

Thank you very much.

I hope I'll hear from you.

Mademoiselle Marchant,

send the other people.

Oh, how do you do?

How do you do?

Hello, son.

Hello.

Gentlemen, what can I do for you?

When we were overseas,

we met a French orphan girl.

We'd like to know how

to go about adopting her.

As a playmate for our nephew. Cousin.

Your what?

Cousin... nephew.

I don't understand.

Well, you see, he's my

nephew and his cousin. Yeah.

Where does this French girl live?

Paris... Marseille.

Marseille... Paris.

Her mama's a traveling salesman.

We'll give you all the details

as soon as we find out what to do.

We try to keep the

qualifications for adoption...

...as simple as we can.

First, you must have an established

business or a steady job.

Of course, you must be married,

able to meet our standards...

...of a decent home and good surroundings.

Oh.

It's nice to have met you, Mr. Duprez.

We'll be back just as soon as Uncle

Herbie takes care of all those things.

I hope so.

Bright youngster.

Yes, sir.

How old is he?

Six... seven.

Seven... six.

Six and a half. Right in the middle.

What's his name?

Pat... Mike.

Mike... Pat.

What is your name, son?

Don't tell him, Evey.

Evey.

Evey?

Did I... Evey?

Oh, yes, E.V. That's

her name, Edward Vincent.

Her name?

- Her name... Evey.

Est-ce que tu n'es pas

I'orpheline qui s'est echappe...

...du cour d'Immigration? Non,

monsieur. Je suis un garcon amricain.

What does that mean? We're dead ducks.

Slicker, get the kid. Thank

you for your encouragement.

We'll be back as soon as Uncle

Herbie takes care of everything.

Get out, hurry up.

Get out.

Nice to have met you.

Yvonne. Yvonne LeBrec.

Hello. Get me the immigration office.

Herbie, it's all ridiculous.

We can no more adopt Evey than fly.

I told you I'd get a job. Sure.

Where we gonna live? The cops are

probably at our boarding house now.

I bet Aunt Sylvia'll take us in.

Who is she?

I adopted her just the way

I did you, Uncle Herbie.

When I told her about you,

she sounded very interested.

She sounded interested

without seeing me?

I wonder what she'd say if she saw me.

That's what I'm worrying about.

Remember what that man said?

We've gotta get married.

We have to get married? Uh-huh.

Oh, Slicker, you wouldn't

marry me, would you?

Now, don't get silly.

Did you ever hear of anyone

marrying a man? Yes, sir.

Who?

My mother.

Wait. Have you got Aunt

Sylvia's address? Uh-huh.

Where is it? Let me see it. Right here.

Give me that. What are

we waitin' for? Come on.

Say, aren't you ready yet?

Just about.

I thought the army would

teach you to dress on time.

Glamour wasn't part of the regulations.

And knowing you, this isn't going

to be any run-of-the-mill inspection.

No wonder our side won the war.

You've kept in practice, Bill.

I hope you're still as fast on the

track as you are with the ladies.

Where you're concerned,

there's no competition.

I'd have been surer if you'd kept on writing.

It isn't any fun to share the eight ball.

When I ran out of luck I ran out of ink.

As long as you didn't run

out of me, everything's okay.

It's better than that. With you,

everything's gonna break my way.

Perfect timing.

Who is it?

Evey.

Evey.

Ah... Evey.

Yes. Here I am... Evey.

Evey, how did you... What are

you doing in those clothes?

We've got to fool the police. I ran away.

Is this your Aunt Sylvia? Uh-huh.

Oh, you must be Uncle Herbie.

No, I'm Slicker. This is Uncle Herbie. Oh.

Won't you come in?

Well, come on.

This is Bill Gregory.

Glad to know you, Bill.

Slicker, Herbie.

Oh, hello.

Evey's the French girl

I was telling you about.

Hello, Evey.

Hello.

You have a beautiful place. Oh, thank you.

You boys seem to be in sort of a mix-up.

Let's sit down and talk about it. Okay.

It won't take but a couple minutes.

What seems to be the problem?

We don't have anyplace to live.

We can arrange that here. Is there

anything else I can do to help?

We want to adopt Evey,

but we can't until we get into

some kind of legitimate business.

Oh, I see.

And another thing,

I, I, I...

I gotta get married, but we can

talk about that some other time.

I'll be glad to...

anytime.

Pardon me for butting in,

but maybe I can help too.

How'd you fellas like to go

in the automobile business?

Bill's one of the top drivers

in the country. He races midgets.

Races midgets?

Uh-huh.

Why don't you race with

somebody your own size?

Stupid, he's talking about little automobiles.

I've built the fastest thing on wheels.

It's sitting in a garage with

$8,000 in unpaid bills against it.

Wait a minute.

I think we can help you.

Between our separation pay and the

loans banks are giving the vets,

I think we can do it.

Good..

If I get my car out of hock,

I'm a cinch to win Saturday.

That prize money's peanuts compared to

what we'll make manufacturing the engine.

We'll have $50,000 in orders

20 minutes after the race.

I wanna start taking orders.

You've got partners.

We're in business.

Drop over tomorrow. We'll

talk things over. Swell.

I've gotta see the garage

man. Now he can't sell me out.

Will you excuse me? I've

gotta get on this right away.

Boy, do you bring me luck.

See you tomorrow?

Uh-huh.

Excuse me. I'll go to the door with you.

Don't look like she's

much interested in you.

I'm sorry, Uncle Herbie.

I didn't know she liked him.

That's all right. I'd rather

marry a homely girl anyway.

Why? If you marry a pretty

girl, she's liable to run away.

But isn't a homely girl

liable to run away too?

Yeah, but who cares?

It's awful nice of you to let us stay.

I don't need a pillow,

Aunt Sylvia.

Okay, hon.

We're goin' to bed we're goin' to bed

Every son of a gun of a one

of us knows we're goin' bed

We got a bed ooo, we're lucky

We're luc...

Uncle Herbie?

Here's a pillow for you. Thanks, honey.

Good night, Uncle

Slicker. Good night, Evey.

Good night, Uncle Herbie.

Good night, darling.

Gee, she looks cute.

I'll say she does.

We're goin' to bed we're goin' to bed

Oh, tonight's the first night

I'll really get some sleep

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Thank you, Slicker.

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