Here Comes the Groom Page #13

Do you have anything to say to your

waiting, panting public, Cinderella?

You may say that I am very happy.

"Emmadel Jones is very happy."

Anything else?

You may also say that George Degnan

is very happy.

You are, right?

I gave you back your star reporter.

- Are you kidding?

- Any news?

An all-points broadcast two hours ago.

The FBI is on it.

- Oh, the poor guy.

- Who's a poor guy?

- Will you wait for me now?

- I'll keep my motor running.

- What are you talking about?

- Places, everybody!

Here, come on, let's get

this Cinderella thing married.

- You can have her.

- I don't want her.

Here, George, wait for me too,

will you? I'll deliver her and scram.

- Any news, Winnie?

- The FBl's after him.

Oh, poor Pete. Poor kids too.

Pa, what's happening?

Why is "poor Pete" poor Pete?

He kidnapped his kids.

The FBl's after him.

How could he kidnap his own children?

They weren't his,

unless he got married by today.

Suppose they catch him, Pa?

He goes to jail,

and the kids go back to France.

Did you know Pete's going to prison

and the children back to France?

Don't worry about the children.

We're going to adopt them.

I've made all the arrangements.

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered together here

to join together this man

and this woman in holy matrimony.

If any man can show just cause

why they may not lawfully

be joined together,

let him now speak or else hereafter

forever hold his peace.

Now, all right, all right, Mr. Burchard,

you've made your pinch.

- Now, isn't that enough?

- I'm sorry, Mr. Garvey,

but Immigration told me to deliver

the children to Mr. Stanley.

But there's a lovely

wedding ceremony going on.

- Haven't you any decency?

- They've got him.

Where's Mother?

Mother, Pete's got troubles!

- Les gendarmes!

- Back. Get back here.

Wilbur, I mustn't let the children

see me marrying another man.

Another man? Me?

Well, Pete's their father, not you.

And they think I'm their mother and...

Well... Couldn't you just

send them away or something?

OK. I beg your pardon.

Would you mind waiting a moment?

I'll be right back.

Throw him out!

Mr. Garvey.

Mr. Stanley, Ralph Burchard

of the FBI.

I'm sorry about this.

It's not my idea at all.

He insisted on bringing me here

and dumping me in your front yard.

- I have to deliver these children...

- I'll accept delivery.

Go ahead. Go with your father.

Go along.

Go with your father. Go ahead.

Go with your father, go ahead.

He's your father, he is.

- He's not our father!

- Yes, he is.

- You're our father!

- He will be...

- Daddy, don't leave!

- No, please don't...

Please! Do you realize you're being

watched on television?

They won't come with me.

Oh... Well, Wilbur,

I don't want to take the children

away from Pete

and I don't want to have them

sent back.

I... Well...

Please, couldn't you do something?

Well, that's pretty clear.

OK, Emmadel,

there's only one thing to do.

- I'll tell Mr. Garvey you'll marry him.

- Marry Pete Garvey? Are you crazy?

Yes, darling, I am.

- Now, you wait right here.

- Oh, Wilbur...

Watch yourself, Emmy!

- Will you come with me?

- Where we going?

To have a wedding,

we need a groom.

- Why do you want me?

- All right with you?

- Well I don't know...

- Oh, no! No!

Oh, no, you don't!

You don't do that to me!

I never heard of such a thing.

Why, I'd rather go to prison

for the rest of my life.

Go on, think about yourself.

What about them? Shame on you.

You have to get a license, and there's

all the details that have to be taken...

- Who's marrying who?

- "Whom", my dear.

Yes, Wilbur, in a case

of extreme urgency, I can.

It's a matter of utmost urgency,

Your Honor.

This is Miss Jones, Mr. Garvey.

- Good morning, judge. How are you?

- How do you do?

I'm sorry, Reverend.

I've been asked to take over.

No, Emmy, don't do it!

Will you, Peter Garvey,

take this woman,

whom you are now holding

by your right hand...

Whom you are now

holding by your right hand,

to be your lawful wedded wife?

Do you promise to love,

honor and cherish her,

and, forsaking all others,

keep yourself for her alone

- as long as you both do live?

- I do.

Do you, Emmadel Jones,

take this man, whom you are

now holding by your right hand,

to be your lawful wedded husband?

Do you promise to love, honor

and keep yourself to him alone,

as long as you both do live?

Well...

I do.

Place the ring on her finger

and repeat after me.

- With this ring, I thee wed.

- With this ring, I thee wed.

Oh, well. Can't win.

Now, in the presence of God

and these witnesses,

and by virtue of authority vested

in me by the laws of this state,

I pronounce you man and wife.

- Congratulations.

- Thanks. You've been neighborly.

- I'm sorry, Emmy...

- I'm sorry, Wilbur.

Aw, phooey! Nobody's sorry.

Wow! Wow!

Can't you take those things off now,

Mr. Burchard?

If you say so, Mr. Stanley.

Come on, Mother.

Thank you, Bobby.

Emmy, Emmy. It'll be an awful life.

You'll have laughs, though.

Oh, thank heavens,

I can take this corset off!

Yeah, I told you someday you'd slip

on a banana peel.

Meet the banana peel.

Burchard of the FBI is actually a

fellow reporter of mine on the Express.

- Glad to know you.

- Danny, you were sensational.

- Wasn't he dynamite?

- That was a great performance.

- It's a pleasure to pay you.

- Pete, I love you, you're wonderful!

- Don't I get a byline?

- Well, we'll see about that.

You're amazing, Mr. Garvey.

On the floor for a count of nine

and still got up to win by a knockout.

You're pretty amazing yourself.

It's been fun.

Loads of fun, Mr. Garvey.

Take good care of the kissing cousin,

now, won't you?

Want to wrestle?

When the party's getting a glow on

And singing fills the air

- Now, if a wedding is nigh

- Bring your own FBI

- Emmy?

- You didn't think you were kidding me.

That's my Em.

- You can tell 'em I'll be there

- You can tell 'em we'll be there

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