Fallen Angel Page #4

didn't like and saw a movie you didn't like.

- What's next?

- Dancing?

All right. Let's not miss any of the

little things that make up your happy life.

- [Ballad]

- Well, here's to your first scotch.

How do you like it?

Tastes like soap.

If this is what all your little things add

up to, I- I don't think it's very much.

Did you learn how to play

Beethoven in one night? No.

Then don't expect to learn

how to play at this in one night.

- But I don't think you enjoy it either.

- Because you don't.

But I want to.

That's why I came.

- Frankly, why did you ask me?

- No special reason. You happen to interest me.

- In what way?

- Well, can't define it.

Maybe it's your charm.

Maybe it's your talent.

Ever think of a career?

- Maybe.

- And?

No. No, I know

my limitations.

One shouldn't set a limit

on what one can do.

Mr. Stanton, that sounds

as if it came out of a book...

and not a very good one.

There goes that mind again.

Shall we turn the page and dance?

Well, it's been

an awfully long time.

I'll lead you.

[Continues]

- You're doing fine.

- Thank you.

- [Ends]

- [Applause]

Hey. Ditch him,

and I'll meet you afterward.

I don't cheat on a date.

[Swing]

There's still

one more little thing.

But don't worry. I'm not going to kiss you

good night and make you unhappy.

Unhappy? Don't you take

too much for granted?

No. One kiss goes

a long way with you.

You need a guy who'll

take it the same way...

who'll give you a marriage

with all the trimmings, home and kids...

who'll walk to church with you

every Sunday and listen to you play.

Save all your

good-nights for him.

- What makes you think I wanted you to kiss me?

- Didn't you?

- [Bell Jingles]

- [Door Opens]

[Dings]

- Short of help this morning, huh?

- Kinda.

- She always come in this late?

- Sometimes. Why you want to know?

Oh, just thought maybe

she'd skipped out on you again.

No. She won't do it.

She promised me she won't.

- [Bell Jingles]

- Stella! Morning, Stella.

[Sighs]

Good morning.

Oh. Sure could use

some coffee.

I got something special

for ya.

I waited for you last night

till after 3:
00.

- That's nice.

- Where were you?

- Around.

- With that guy?

Leave me alone, will ya?

It's too early.

- Here you are.

- Mmm, thanks.

- Where'd you get the watch?

- Like it?

Get me some hash,

good and brown.

I said some hash.

You get this last night?

Wait till we're married

and then ask me.

Till then, I don't have

to tell you a thing.

- We're as good as married.

- [Chuckles]

You're dropping out

of circulation, from now on.

When you go out,

it'll only be with me.

You got a steady date...

with Miss Mills.

I'm only doing that

for you.

Lot of good

I'm gettin' out of it.

You will,

in a couple ofdays.

Okay, couple days,

but that don't mean forever.

[Bell Jingles]

Morning, Mr.Judd.

Good morning, Stella.

[Bell Jingles]

Hello.

- With my compliments.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- I'm leaving tomorrow,

and I wanted to say good-bye.

Good-bye, Mr. Stanton.

We were just going to pick up a few

things. Can we take you anywhere?

Anywhere you say.

- Can three of us get in there?

- I think so. You go ahead.

Thank you.

[Engine Starts]

Nice town.

Hate to leave it.

- Expect to go far?

- Maybe.

Maybe I'll be back...

and maybe I won't.

- It depends.

- On what?

On what there is

to come back to.

I'll be just a minute.

What would you come

back for, Mr. Stanton?

-June.

- I gathered as much. Let's be frank, shall we?

- My cards are on the table, Miss Mills.

- I want you to leave June alone.

We don't know who you are

or where you come from.

- What do you do?

- Nothing.

That's frank, at least.

And I'm sure you'll be interested to know

I have no bank account either.

- I thought so.

- Your hand is showing, Miss Mills.

- You've got a trump card: money.

And because I haven't any-

- That isn't true.

It has nothing to do

with money.

June has quite enough for

herself, even without my share.

- Your share?

- Yes, she'll get that too.

I want her to be happy.

That's all I care about.

It's all hers,

whatever I have-

In San Francisco, Mr. Stanton,

where no one can touch it.

Not until she meets

the right man.

Well, maybe I'm not

the right man after all.

- [Footsteps Approaching]

- And you won't see her again?

Suppose we leave that up to

the one concerned?

[Engine Starts]

- There you are.

- Thank you.

- Wonderful. Just wonderful.

- If I've accomplished nothing else...

at least I made you like

one of the little things I like.

I have

my little secrets too.

Bet you think all I do

is read big, heavy books, don't you?

Well, I don't. For years, I've been

saving ads out ofmagazines.

Sometimes I- I feel like

I'm the girl in the ads:

softly alluring, full of grace,

gowned by Schiaparelli.

If I had money,

I'd dress you like the ads...

take you to New York,

at least to San Francisco.

- You'd have that Schiaparelli gown.

- Hmm. It isn't that important.

It would be, when I took you to the

nightclubs, to the theater, the concerts.

Did you ever hear the San Francisco

Symphony Orchestra?

- Mm-hmm, on the radio.

- What do you hear on the radio? A lot of noise.

But when you see 'em up

on the stage...

all dressed up with their

fiddles and their horns...

people right up to the roof, 10,000

of them, waiting for the music to begin.

That's a concert, particularly

when Toscanini conducts...

like he's going to

tomorrow afternoon.

- Toscanini?

- Yeah.

And you know what? After the concert,

I'll get him to listen to you play...

see who's right about

your talent, you or me.

- You know Arturo Toscanini?

- I'll make it my business to meet him, for you.

We can leave for San Francisco in the morning

and make it in plenty of time. All right?

- No.

- Your sister?

-Yes.

-You gonna do everything she says?

No, but I-

Well, I guess after tonight

it's good-bye.

I guess it is.

Anyway, there are

a few things to remember.

Mm-hmm?

- It could have been wonderful-

- Mm-hmm.

if I were another guy,

the right guy.

Could have gone on like this,

night after night, just the two of us.

The fire, hot dogs,

wine, martinis.

Wonderful martinis.

- Could've been a dream.

- A beautiful dream.

- You and I together, New York and San Francisco.

- Mm-hmm.

Getting you all those

things in the ads.

Going everywhere together, to the

concerts, to hear the famous people play.

Becoming famous yourself.

Great career.

Miss June Mills, the finest

talent of them all.

Woman of the year.

[Knocks]

- [Knocks]

- [Stella] Who is it?

Eric. I've got to

see you right away.

- It can wait till tomorrow.

- It's important.

Okay. I'm listenin'.

- I can't talk to you like this!

- I can hear you.

Come on. Open up the door.

What are you afraid of?

- Pipe down, will ya?

- [Window Closes]

Quiet! Do you wanna wake everybody up?

What do you want?

I came to tell you I can't go through

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