Midnight Mary Page #4

Synopsis: A young woman is on trial for murder. In flashback, we learn of her struggles to overcome poverty as a teenager -- a mistaken arrest and prison term for shoplifting and lack of employment lead to involvement with gangsters. In a brothel, she meets a young lawyer, scion of a wealthy and prestigious family, who falls for her and helps her turn around her life. But her past catches up with her, and she must face the music rather than cause him scandal.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Romance
Director(s): William A. Wellman
Production: MGM
 
IMDB:
7.1
PASSED
Year:
1933
74 min
84 Views


You're not gonna get away from me again.

- We've got things to say, you and I.

- Yoo-hoo!

Come down in five minutes.

You think I didn't know

you were there every minute?

You didn't give any sign of it.

There wasn't a morning I didn't wanna

put three dozen gardenias on your desk.

There wasn't a noon

I didn't wanna take you to lunch.

- All right, let it go.

- I'm serious.

I wasted hours just watching for you

to pass my door.

Scheming for just the slightest look

at you.

I even knew when you'd been in a room.

The same perfume you used that night.

- Mary, what are we going to do?

- Do?

About us, about you and me.

These things don't settle themselves.

Oh, I know. I thought about it too.

I love you.

Hello, Fu Manchu.

Are you still putting rats in chop suey?

You been in the hospital

a long time, huh?

Yeah.

Them sawbones done their best.

Thought they had me, but I fooled them.

Hello, I see you're getting

some limousine trade.

Yeah.

Pretty good, eh?

I'll go to my father.

I'll tell him quite simply.

I don't know what he'll say,

but I know this.

He'll be my friend

and your friend too, Mary.

I think it's her, Dan.

I can't be sure. She's dressed different.

Well, hustle right over. I'll hold her here.

Bye.

After all, whose business is it but ours?

It's your life and mine.

We've got to think of each other,

do what's best for both of us.

Think of each other.

What's best for both of us.

You're right, Tom. Quite right.

I'll go to Father tomorrow.

All right, let's drop it.

We're getting too serious.

- You got a nickel? Let's have some music.

- All right.

Here you are, and it'd better be good.

I'm gonna go outside.

- You win, copper.

- You're telling me.

- Who's your buddy?

- That's what I wanted to say.

Listen, I'm Mary Martin.

I'm anything you say.

I'll go anywhere, tell you anything,

but let him alone.

You make me kind of curious,

sweetheart.

Say, listen, does he look

like he's one of Leo Darcy's mob?

He's square. He's on the level.

So square he'd ruin his life

by sticking with me.

- Well?

- Give me time, will you?

Just a little.

You know, so I can get rid of him.

You can stay right here. I can't get away.

Okay, I'll try it, but you watch your step.

Thanks.

Darling.

- What's the matter?

- Tom.

I, uh... I can't go through with it.

- What?

- This farce.

You know, some things are too easy.

Some fools are too flat-headed

even to be trimmed.

Mary...

You're not sap enough

to think this was on the level, are you?

Can't you see I played you for a sucker

from the minute I saw you?

- Well?

- Easy money, you boob.

Sure, I saw it written

all over that grinning mug of yours.

I thought I could trim you

and get away with it.

But now the idiot wants to marry me.

Is that a laugh?

I can't even tell you

you don't have to marry me...

...or you'd lose your high ideal of me.

Listen, sweetheart,

marriage is too high a price to pay...

...even for a bankroll like yours.

I'd last just about a week, and then

I'd brain you and run back to a real man.

Good night,

and pleasant fairy tales, little Rollo.

Where's Leo Darcy?

I don't know.

- Don't lie. You said you'd tell.

- I don't know.

If you tell us, we can get you off.

- Lf you don't, you know what it means.

- Where is he, Mary?

- I told you, I don't know where he is.

That ain't exactly necessary, kid.

Neither is this, but it helps.

Beat it, lug.

Listen, ain't it about time

you quit knocking around...

...and came back to the only guy

that did you good?

- Meaning?

- Me.

Meaning me.

Mary, you were swell.

The time of the pinch, I mean.

You never cracked once,

and I won't forget it.

I wanna make it up to you now.

- Have I asked for anything?

- You don't have to.

I've been watching you

from the day you got out.

- I know what a tough time you've had.

- Spying on me, eh?

Oh, no. It ain't that, Mary.

I've had time to do some thinking too,

and I came to this conclusion.

You're entitled to everything

I can give you.

- You earned it, you sure did.

- Thanks.

So I decided to let you find

a place of your own.

If you could make a go of it,

I wasn't gonna bother you again.

But it didn't work out.

Oh, Mary, you need me and I need you.

- Maybe you're right.

- Sure I'm right.

Listen, I can do things for you now.

Everything seems to be breaking my way.

I'm in with Waxey Schaefer. You heard

of Waxey Schaefer even where you were.

Listen, no more ducking cops,

no more Bronx hideouts.

It's gonna be happy days

in Dixie for all of us.

What do you say, honey, huh?

Oh, come on, will you?

No, no, Mary, take it off.

It looks too common.

Every gill in town owns one.

Very well, we strive to please.

- Try on the chinchilla.

Oh. Ha-ha.

The best money can buy,

and it ain't good enough for you.

Oh, I beg your pardon...

...but which way is the horse show?

No kidding, Bun, how do you like it?

I'm down for the count. It's gorgeous.

Come in.

Mary, having you back

is like Thanksgiving on the old farm.

Now the boss is a human being again.

This is the first time

that you've been right in three years.

Hey, this is for Mary.

She always likes the real beautiful thing.

Oh, gee, Angelo, you're sweet.

- Put them over there, will you?

- You betcha.

Come on, Blimp. Fill them up.

What's the matter, Bun?

Don't tell me you're getting refined.

I got some news for you.

No.

What am I gonna do?

You better get married.

What? To that gorilla.

This place is getting dull. Shall we go?

That's fine.

I've been wanting to go home for an hour.

Home? Who said anything about that?

I promised the Hamiltons

we'd meet them at Lido.

I've got to be in court

at 9 in the morning.

There you are, Sam.

Do you remember

that gay young fellow I married?

Oh, yeah, old Judge Mannering's son,

wasn't it?

The lad that didn't go to bed

till two days later?

Mm.

I wonder what became of him.

Oh, haven't you heard?

Why, he fell in a law book a while ago

and hasn't been seen since.

I'm serious, Barbara,

I've got to get some sleep.

Oh, you're impossible.

That's always what becomes

of a reformed drunkard.

Excuse me, there's a girl over here

I should have married.

Did it ever occur to you that I might like

to have a good time once in a while?

Once in a while, but this is every night.

I simply can't do it and...

I know. It's the most important case

of your career.

Your father isn't well enough to be in court

and the whole thing's on your shoulders.

- And so forth and so on.

- You're being childish.

It's my responsibility.

Responsibility?

If I hear that word again I'll scream.

You don't have to come home with me.

Sam will take you on to the Lido.

Hmm. Perfect.

Come on, Sam,

you and I are going places and have fun.

Oh, swell. I always was putty

in the hands of a beautiful woman.

- Good night and sweet dreams.

- Good night.

Let me have the check.

Be with you in a minute.

- Want some change?

- No, I have enough.

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Anita Loos

Anita Loos (April 26, 1889 – August 18, 1981) was an American screenwriter, playwright and author, best known for her blockbuster comic novel, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. She wrote film scripts from 1912, and became arguably the first-ever staff scriptwriter, when D.W. Griffith put her on the payroll at Triangle Film Corporation. She went on to write many of the Douglas Fairbanks films, as well as the stage adaptation of Colette’s Gigi. more…

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