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Keep Your Powder Dry Page #7
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1945
- 93 min
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is get out of here.
I'm not going to let you.
I honestly think
you've gone a little mad.
Patriotism's all right,
darling, but really!
Drink this down.
It'll sober you up.
Make you a civilian
where you belong.
Have you 3 always
been like this?
What do you mean, have we
always been like this?
We're your best and
closest friends.
Don't tell me I was like you
until a few months ago.
I know it.
I guess that's what makes me feel
so sick just looking at you.
You, scared green for fear you
might have to go to work.
And you, 26 years old
and pickled in alcohol.
And you, fussing around with swatches
and valances and lyre-back chairs.
So what?
do any of you
ever read a paper
or see a newsreel or anything?
Oh, the idea!
There aren't many of you in
this country, thank heaven.
You don't mean anything.
Now, wait a minute.
Who you calling names?
Just because you got
on a funny hat.
We don't have to take it.
Give me... ohh!
Junior, give me that!
Oh, no, you don't!
Oh, you fool!
Junior!
That fixed her.
She slapped me!
And get my face slapped?
I should say not.
Oh, sorry!
Hey, watch out for
the MPs, sister.
Thanks, sergeant.
Taxi!
Taxi!
Who is it?
It's Parks.
What do you want?
Leigh, let me in.
I've got to talk to you.
Leigh, I had some trouble
with those people.
I don't want to go
into it now, but...
a drink was spilled
on my uniform.
I wasn't drinking, honestly.
I haven't had a
drink all evening.
My hat... well, that clown
threw it out the window.
And look at my sleeve.
I know I have to
be back by 1:
00,but I can't go back like this.
They'd think I'd been mixed
up in a drunken brawl.
Well... you believe
me, don't you?
I feel terrible having
to come here...
Letting you even
see me like this.
Then why did you?
Leigh...
You have a weekend pass.
My uniform wouldn't fit you.
No, I didn't mean that.
Let me stay here tonight.
Tomorrow, Ann can
bring me another hat,
and I can sew this jacket
and get it clean somehow.
Stand bed check for me.
If your bed is empty,
it's all right.
They know you're off the
post for the weekend.
Just sleep in my bed.
Please, Leigh.
It's my only chance.
If I were caught,
they'd throw me out, too.
Ok. Forget I was here.
Yes.
I figured you'd realize that I
wouldn't ask this of you of all people
unless it meant the
world and all to me.
What means the world
and all to you?
Staying in the corps.
Since when?
Since the first day, I guess.
Oh, Leigh, you
can't do all right
unless you really believe
in it and love it, can you?
Come on, Leigh. You
know you can't.
Leigh, I'm here now
practically on my knees
begging you to do this for me.
To save your neck.
To keep me in the corps.
Suppose you do get washed out.
Suppose they discharge you.
What difference would
that make to you?
They don't do anything to you;
You'd just go back to where you belong.
more to me than anything.
It's more to me than
my pride, even.
I can't be thrown
out over nothing...
over something that
wasn't my fault.
I can't, Leigh. I...
I've just got to stay in.
All right, Val.
Thanks, Leigh.
I guess I was wrong about you.
Val, did you have a good time?
Shh! It isn't Val. It's Leigh.
Leigh, what on earth
are you doing...
quiet. I'll explain later.
Here she comes.
Hold it a moment, please.
4, please.
Make mine 4 also.
I wish to apologize for
disturbing you last evening.
Oh, that's all right.
It was not all right.
It was discourteous, and I
try not to be discourteous,
though I can't say
the same for others.
There are certain WACs
who are not too polite.
One WAC I can name
in particular.
One alleged fair-weather,
fair-feathered friend.
Naming no names...
fourth floor.
Permit me.
No, thank you.
My dear young woman, civilian
though I be, noblesse oblige.
This so-called WAC, who
shall be nameless...
just because a woman
is in uniform
is no excuse for dirty
cracks, am I right?
Please.
Be courteous enough
to answer me.
No. You see?
And a phony WAC, too,
who only joined the
army to get that money.
So, where does she get
off calling names?
Really, I...
just a minute.
Suppose they won't take me in...
ok.
Maybe I did want to get in.
Anyhow, I may have a wet
brain, but what about her?
I haven't the slightest idea
what you're talking about,
and I don't care.
There's such a thing as free
speech even for a civilian.
"Pickled in
alcohol," she said.
Then she slapped me.
All the time she only
joined to get that money.
Do you think that's so
patriotic...
to join just to
get some money?
I would have joined
for nothing.
Well, do you?
What money are you
talking about?
Val's money.
Uh-oh. I shouldn't
mention names.
I'm no cad.
I gathered you were
talking about Val.
Shh!
"Low and mercenary
though she may be,
a woman's name is..."
Come in and have a drink.
No, thanks. I don't drink.
Come in anyhow. I like
your point of view.
Who is it?
It's Leigh. Open up.
Oh, gee, thanks, Leigh.
Never mind the thanks.
I've just come from your
friends across the hall.
Nice people, and
very illuminating.
So you had to stay in the WAC?
so you could stay in.
It meant more to
you than anything.
"More than your pride."
Pride?
Well, you're a
contemptible snob
without duty or obligation.
You're a phony.
Go on.
I shall.
I knew you had some motive
for entering the service,
but I didn't suspect
the real reason.
I couldn't conceive
of anyone low enough
to pretend patriotism
for money.
Now, wait a minute, Leigh.
If you'll just calm
down, I can explain.
Oh, save your breath. Don't
go into your act again!
I've got the whole
picture now.
You keep waving the flag
until you get your money,
then you kiss the corps good-bye
and live in a Palm Beach villa.
Ok, Napoleon.
You've got the whole story
from start to finish.
And what are you going
to do about it?
I think I'll take a shower.
I have a sudden
crawling feeling.
Then, after you're all
nice and pure and shiny,
you'll run tell teacher, huh?
I'm afraid you
don't understand
how things are done
in the army, Parks.
I'm not interested at all
in your private affairs,
but there's a little thing
called honor involved.
If you remember, we had a lecture
on honor our first day in O.C.S.
We were told there was no room
in the service for a cheat.
No, I won't run
and tell teacher.
But I'm telling you that for
the honor of the corps,
O.C.S. If I can prevent it.
And now what do you
This.
That vile temper of yours
will get you into a lot
of trouble someday.
Ohh...
Well, you could see
your face in that
on a clear day.
Wax, huh? But are
we allowed to?
Sure, I did mine a week ago.
Passed inspection ok.
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