Lady on a Train Page #4

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Find some shoes...

It does have a familiar sound,

that shoe poem.

Find some shoes upon the lawn,

and you'II...

be lucky...

I know, Mr. Morgan,

but it's very important.

But you've got to come over.

It's about...

But, Mr. Morgan, please.

Miss Collins,

I don't care.

Wayne.

Yes, dear.

Oh, it fits beautifully.

I don't care what it's about.

I'm not coming to your hotel.

Wayne, darling,

this is heavenly!

Oh, shut up!

Pardon me, dear.

Miss Collins,

I'll give you fair warning.

I'm going to... I'm not

coming to your apartment.

But you can't hang up on me.

But...

[Wayne Continues,

Indistinct]

But you've got to come over,

Mr. Morgan. There's a man

in my apartment.

Oh, he's got a gun!

He's coming closer...

and closer.

Oh, don't shoot!

Please don't shoot!

[Screams]

[Receiver Thudding]

[Wayne]

Hello, Miss Co...

[Phone Ringing]

[Nicki]

Hello?

Oh, yes, operator,

put the call through right away,

will you, please?

Hello, Daddy. Merry Christmas.

I'm sorry I wasn't here when...

Oh, you did?

[Chuckles]

It's so Christmassy here, Daddy.

It's cold and windy...

and it's snowing.

How is it there?

Sunny all day?

Oh, that's terrible.

Yes. Yes, Daddy.

No, I don't mind.

I'd love to, Daddy.

Yes, Daddy.

Silent night

Holy night

All is calm

All is bright

'Round yon virgin

Mother and child

Holy infant

So tender and mild

Sleep in heavenly

Peace

Sleep in heavenly

Peace

Silent night

Holy night

Son of God

Love's pure light

Radiant beams

From thy holy face

With the dawn

Of redeeming grace

Jesus

Lord at thy birth

Jesus

Lord at thy birth

Thank you, Daddy.

Yes, I'll call you

tomorrow night.

Same time.

Yes, Daddy.

Mr. Haskell put them all

under the tree.

I'm gonna open them

in the morning.

Good night, Daddy.

[Haskell Moaning]

[Thudding]

And now, suppose we call

the house detective.

Suppose we don't.

Stick 'em up.

That's a pipe.

See?

Now call

the house detective.

[Groaning]

Aah!

Hey!

[Shouting, Grunting]

Let me up!

Stop it!

Oh, hello.

Hello.

[Chuckling]

Mr. Haskell, Mr. Morgan.

Mr. Morgan, Mr. Haskell.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Mr. Wayne Morgan?

Are you in the habit of visiting

strange young women uninvited?

Yes, if necessary.

In the middle of the night?

Wearing pajamas?

Yes, if her life is in danger.

Who's wearing pajamas?

Oh, yes.

Aren't you?

Mr. Morgan didn't come

uninvited. I asked him over.

You asked him?

Of course.

There was a man in her room.

Oh, no.

I just made that up

to get you over here.

- Then who hit me on the head?

- He did.

I was hit

on the head too.

There was no man...

Oh, I know.

You hit each other on the head.

He didn't hit me.

I was hit by a total stranger

with a slipper.

Believe me...

With a slipper?

Yes.

And you call yourself

a detective-story writer!

What?

You let that man hit you

and get away!

But l...

Those slippers meant...

just everything, that's all.

I lost a brand-new overcoat.

Why is she so upset

about a pair of slippers?

She thinks

they're good luck.

Oh?

You know, find shoes before

the dawn and you'll be lucky.

Miss Collins?

Miss Collins?

- Where'd she go?

- I don't know,

but I know where I'm going.

Hmm?

Or is it, find shoes

amid the corn...

Thank you.

And you'll be lucky

in the dawn... or in the morn?

Or on the...

Mr. Morgan!

[Swing]

Has Margo gone on yet?

Not yet.

She's in her dressing room.

Thank you.

Pardon me. I'm looking

for Margo's dressing room.

It's just around the corner,

first door to the left.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Heh! Nice? Very nice!

I never could stand

that trick mirror!

Temper, temper!

Ah.

[Muttering]

Huh! That window.

[Chuckling]

Old Mr. Waring had

the most fantastic ideas.

Will you stop

talking about him?

Temper, temper!

Get out!

And... leave me alone.

I'll never forget the night

he had it installed.

You were out there,

and he was in here,

and you couldn't see him,

but he could see you.

[Glass Breaking]

Temper, temper!

Idiot!

[Man Muttering]

[Glass Crunching]

Want a light?

Miss Martin,

you don't know me.

That's right, I don't.

And you don't know

what I'm doing here.

What are you doing here?

In fact,

you've never seen me

before in your life.

We covered that.

Good.

Now we're getting

somewhere.

Miss Martin, what did

that sign mean,

"Margo...

Closing tonight"?

It means I'm getting

out of here tomorrow.

Oh.

But you're

getting out now.

I wouldn't throw away

the picture of a man...

who just left me

a million dollars.

Who told you

how much I was left?

Who told you?

Say, you, uh,

better stick around.

I'd like to have you

meet some friends of mine.

Why, I'd be glad to.

Just make yourself

at home.

Sit down

and take it easy.

Thank you.

Oh, it's a mirror.

You see, Miss Martin, I know

a lot of things about you

that you don't know...

Know that I know.

[Gasping]

For instance, I know...

Look, kid, I've got

a show to do now.

I've got to change.

Miss Martin?

Oh, hello.

Why didn't you tell me

you were closing tonight?

I had to hear you.

Thank you,

Mr. Waring.

Not Mr. Waring. Arnold.

Well, I'II, uh,

I'll see you out there.

Uh-huh.

Later on we'll have

a drink together and...

a nice little chat.

And you'll tell us

all you know...

and we'll tell you

all we know,

and everything

will be fine.

Where'd you get those?

Oh, um, these are just

some flowers for you.

Who from?

Oh, uh,

l... I guess the card

is in the box.

Look, kid, if you don't mind,

I'd like to open my own flowers.

Hey.!

Hey, open up.!

What is this?

Hey, open up.!

Let me out.!

Matches?

Thanks.

Well, do you

forgive me?

This is wonderful.

Let's quarrel again

next Friday night.

I'm dying to go

to the Stork club.

Well, do you

forgive me?

You said that.

Oh, did I?

I'd better call mother

and let her know where we are.

Be a dear

and get a table.

Right.

[Orchestra Playing

Dance Music]

Waiter, when does

Miss Margo Martin go on?

Oh. Never mind.

[Man]

Psst.!

Miss Collins.

Please get out of here.

You'll spoil everything.

Why didn't you tell me

you were Margo?

Shh!

I'm not Margo.

Please go.

I've got bus...

Shh!

I've got business here

and I'm staying.

You're staying?

You won't go?

Yes. No.

[Music Stops,

Audience Applauds]

All right.

[Applause Continues]

[Sultry Tune]

Gimme a little kiss

Will ya, huh

What are you gonna miss

Will ya, huh

Gosh, oh, gee

Why do you refuse

I can't see

What you got to lose

Gimme

a little squeeze

Will ya, huh

Why do you wanna

make me blue

I wouldn't say a word

If I were askin'

for the world

But what's

a little kiss

Between a fella

and his girl

Oh, gimme a little kiss

Will ya, huh

And I'll give it

right back

To you

Gimme a little kiss

will ya, huh?

What are ya gonna miss

will ya, huh

Gosh, oh, gee

why do you refuse

I can't see

what you got to lose

Oh, gimme a little squeeze

will ya, huh

Why do you wanna

make me blue

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