Has Anybody Seen My Gal Page #7

- You're not a painter, you're a preacher.

Oh, that.

- Good evening, young man. I w...

- All deliveries in the rear.

- Whippersnapper.

- What's the matter, Mr Smith?

Good evening, Howard.

I have an engagement with Millicent.

- Your butler said to use the rear entrance.

- Don't pay any attention to him.

You don't ever have to go around the rear.

Mr Smith...

You remember our conversation the other

day about the $2,000 I owed Batson?

Batson... Oh, that's the gambler

that holds your IOU.

His place was raided

a couple of days ago. Did you know that?

No, I didn't. But then I have no interest

in gambling in any form.

I received this in the mail

the day after the raid.

The IOU was torn in two,

but it had that note.

"Let this be a lesson to you."

Signed "A friend."

That's curious.

Have you any idea who this friend is?

I'm not sure. I'd like to meet him someday

and assure him I have learned my lesson.

In that case, I'm certain that this friend

will consider his efforts well worthwhile.

You go on in.

I'm gonna go upstairs and change.

Oh, just put those over there, Fredericks.

It's ridiculous of you, Millicent,

to miss my mah-jong party for Mr Smith...

...just to help him arrange

his crazy paintings for that exhibit.

He's such a sweet old man.

I just adore him.

I bet he wins, too. He did another sur...

Oh, you know... Paintings yesterday.

You should see it. Mr Smith said you have

to stand on your head to appreciate it.

- Good evening.

- Oh, Mr Smith!

- Have you met Mimi and Fifi yet?

- No, not yet.

- Come on.

- Good evening, friendly.

Mr Smith, Mimi and Fifi.

Bonsoir, Mademoiselle Mimi,

Mademoiselle Fifi...

Do you like them?

- I like Penny best.

- So do I.

I hope you won't keep Millicent out late.

Fredericks, the door.

I promise to have her home early.

- My, but you're the cat's miaow, my dear.

- Thank you. Shall we go?

- How's Mr Quinn treating you?

- "Treating" is not in his vocabulary.

Judge and Mrs Wilkins.

Harriet, how are you?

Good evening, Harriet. How are you,

Charles? Hello, Millicent. And...

- Good night.

- Good night, dear.

- What's that person doing with Millicent?

- Mr Smith? Why, he's an artist of sorts...

...and Millicent is helping him

arrange his paintings for the exhibit.

I hope he's not going

to show her his etchings.

- Of course not. He doesn't do etchings.

- She's just trying to help the old man.

That "old man"

has been up before me twice -

...when they raided a speakeasy

and a gambling casino.

Smith? Are you certain?

Of course.

That old boy really gets around.

I should inform you I have no intention

of entering my paintings in the art exhibit.

Then why do you want me to help you?

That was a ruse to get you out

of the house. I want to help you with Dan.

He's given notice to Quinn

and he's leaving Hilverton for good.

I know he loves you and I think

you feel the same way about him.

If you could convince him

there's a chance for the two of you...

- I'm certain he would stay.

- Do you know where he is?

What do you think I brought you here for?

Atchoo!

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Sit down. Sit down.

- Get out of the light.

- What?

- Get out of the light.

- Oh.

Huh?

Beg pardon.

I thought you were someone else.

Excuse me.

- Hello, Gramps! Come on up here...

- Hello, Dan.

- What's the big idea?

- She wanted to see this movie.

- Remember how we used to come here?

- Yeah, I remember.

- You used to put your arm around me.

- Things were different then.

Dan...

...why are you going away?

- Because there's nothing for me here.

- But I'm here!

Look, Millicent, we've been

all through this before, and it's no use.

Your family wants no part of me.

You've got money and all I've got

is hopes - But you can't live on hopes.

So you do what your mother wants

and marry your little Carl.

You shouldn't have brought her here,

Gramps.

There, there, dear.

Now, don't cry.

If he doesn't love you enough

to stay here and fight for you, he's a fool.

Chewing gum, popcorn...

It was wonderful, wasn't it?

It's over?

Scandalous!

And there they were, necking...

...right in the theatre where everyone,

but everyone, could see them.

It was shameful. Shameful.

I knew it! I knew it!

Our little Millicent, necking in public!

And with an old man!

- Are you certain of this, Clarissa?

- We both saw it.

Look, this is exactly

what they were doing.

Why, Lester, it's been almost 20 years

since you behaved this way.

I was only demonstrating.

Mr Pennock, this man evidently

is a menace to the entire community.

- I think he's after Millicent's money.

- Of course that's what it is.

But what could Millicent

possibly see in him?

Good heavens, Charles.

She even said she adored him!

Some older men

are very attractive to young girls.

- Aren't they, Shirley?

- Oh, yes.

You take a man like this Mr Smith.

It'd be a simple matter for a scoundrel like

him to turn the head of an innocent child.

- Whatever he's got, I wish I had it.

- What will people say? The disgrace!

Hi, Mimi. Hello, Fifi.

If it were me, I'd let nothing

stand in my way, mother or no mother.

I'd sweep you into my arms

and defy the world.

I wish young men of today

were more like you.

Did you hear that?

Well, do something!

- Good night.

- Just a moment, Mr Smith.

Just a moment.

Oh, I can't tell you

how disappointed I am in you.

I took you into my house,

gave you lodging and a job...

...and you repay me by taking advantage

of my daughter's inexperience.

That's no way to talk

to an old Casanova like him!

- Casanova?

- Yes, Casanova!

- Necking with my daughter in public!

- Why, Mother!

- Necking?

- The Pennocks saw you in the Strand.

Don't deny it.

It was disgusting, to say the least.

This is exactly what he was doing.

Hold this.

Lester, we've had enough demonstrating

for one evening.

I'm sure there's a statute

covering necking in public...

...and I intend to prosecute you under it!

You're not getting off with a fine this time!

- But, Your Honour...

- What are your intentions toward her?

Honourable, Mr Blaisdell.

Strictly honourable.

- You want to marry her?

- Nothing would delight me more.

But you're over 60! Millicent's not even 20.

You're three times as old as she is.

That's true, but when I'm 80, she'll be 40.

I'll be only twice as old then.

If I live long enough

she may even catch up with me.

- This is preposterous!

- Is it preposterous to love your daughter?

- You're after her money, aren't you?

- Aren't you?

You didn't encourage your son

until the Blaisdells had money.

Do you think

we'd tolerate having you for a son-in-law?

Daddy! Is Mr Smith

going to be my brother-in-law?

Over my dead body!

- What are you doing up?

- I heard shouting.

- Are you going to be my brother-in-law?

- No, my dear.

Now the child is here,

let's stop these ridiculous accusations.

My interest in Millicent is entirely paternal.

- Is that why you were necking her?

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