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haven't you told me about her before?

Oh, we've always had so much

business to discuss. That's no excuse!

She's far more interesting

than business.

How are you, my dear?

Quite well, sir. Now.

Now? Oh, bless me.

Have you been ill?

Too many hot dogs and

banana splits, I'm afraid.

I'm never gonna

do that again.

Now, run right along,

darling. Oh, no. Let her stay.

Now, we'll get through

with this business.

Here's my certified check...

for $5,000 for the option.

Now, if you'll be good enough to sign,

I'll consider myself a mining man again.

All right. So we had an

old-fashioned tummy ache.

Did you? I'm afraid it was my own fault.

He doesn't know anything

about raising children.

No!

Hmm. But, uh, I'm learning.

There you are, sir. Yeah.

That's it. Thank you.

Good-bye

and thank you.

Thank you both.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

I'll look you up

at the bank tomorrow.

Whew!

What's the matter?

Nothing!

Not a thing.

Everything is what

is known as jake.

And now we're sailing

for Europe. Yippee!

France gave the Statue

of Liberty to the United States.

It's awful big.

I saw a picture of it once.

I didn't think

it was so big.

And there's an elevator that goes

right up to the head and the crown.

If you want to,

you can get out at the throat,

walk out on the shoulders and out

on the arms and even the fingers.

You mean you can stand up

and walk around the fingers?

In all of them?

Mm-hmm.

Even the pinkie?

Mm-hmm.

Were you ever there?

Why, of course. Why, I met one of the most

charming people I ever knew right in the thumb.

Really, Daddy?

Who was he?

Why, it was, uh...

Mister, uh...

Oh, Daddy. Not honor bright.

Well, no. Not exactly.

Oh, Daddy,

there's Mr. Evans.

Uh... yes. Shall we take

a stroll around the deck?

Maybe Mr. Evans would like to

come with us. No, I don't think...

- Mr. Evans! Mr. Evans.

- Ho, ho! Pennie!

Why, this is

a pleasant surprise.

Daddy was surprised too.

He's over there. See him?

He's looking for us.

Here we are, Daddy.

Yes.

An unexpected pleasure,

Mr. Day. Mmm. Quite.

I owe you an explanation. You see, I had

a message calling me to Europe suddenly.

So I made arrangements with my attorney

to meet you at the bank in the morning.

Quite a coincidence, Mr. Day, because

the same thing happened to me...

and I instructed my attorney

to be there in my place.

Good day.

Hello!

Is that what you

was lookng for?

Oh! I nearly forgot.

Does she look like me?

Jerry.

The name is, uh, Pennie.

Pennie, this is Toni.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

Pennie, this is, well,

sort of your new mother.

And Toni, this is, uh...

Well, I guess you'd sorta

say our new daughter. Huh?

Mmm. I guess you would.

Well, you two girls

oughta get along swell.

- Shall we go now, Daddy?

- Oh, no. No. Wait a minute. Uh... Toni's going with us.

- Yes, Daddy. Please.

- No, no.

We gotta get the bag.

Merci, monseur.

Hello, my boy.

Where are you staying?

Uh...

I haven't decided yet.

I'll look you up at the

bank tomorrow. At the bank?

Good-bye, Pennie.

Good-bye, Uncle Felix.

And who is Uncle Felix?

He's a good friend

of ours. We like him.

He bought one of Daddy's

gold mines.

Come on, you women. This is

no place to stand and gab.

Well, here we are.

I suppose you'd

like to bathe.

Can I help you? Thank

you. I can manage alone.

Well, I should say she can.

She's a very competent young lady.

She's my daughter.

In there, Pennie.

Well.

Well, what happens now?

What do you mean, dear?

"What happens?"

I mean,

what happens now?

Oh, you mean,

what happens?

Yes. What happens?

Why, nothing. I

- I mean... You mean nothing.

No, I don't mean that at all.

I mean...

Lookee here, Toni.

I know what's eating you.

You think I haven't any business

with that kid.

Well, you're wrong.

Dead wrong.

You haven't a thing to worry

about. You wait and see.

I see. And, what's in the past

is completely past. Exactly.

No more beating debts or dodging

gentlemen in uniforms, chasing trains.

No more hurried departures from

unpleasant scenes. Not a chance.

Your only concern is

for your daughter's future.

And you want above everything

to make her happy.

Absolutely, dear.

So you sold Uncle Felix the phony gold

mine to get the money for the good time.

Stop lying, Jerry.

Lying?

Yes. Stop lying.

It doesn't become you. I know

exactly what you were thinking.

Fun, excitement, thrills!

You wouldn't know responsibility

if you fell over one in the street!

Well... suppose it was just that.

What difference does it make?

Just this:
You've got to mean it.

You're her father, and she's yours.

So you've got to

quit selling gold mines.

You can't take a child out of a good

home and throw her into a life like this.

Hey! Wait a minute, Toni. What

do you mean by "a life like this"?

Your idea of how life

should be lived:

cheap and gaudy

and shallow.

Have you found it

like that?

Sometimes.

Now we're

getting someplace.

You're not talking about Pennie. You're

talking about yourself. That isn't so.

Stop lying, Toni. It

doesn't become you either.

I took you into that kind

of life. I wanted to go.

And in exchange for a decent

husband I gave you a guy...

who deals

in phony gold mines.

That's what you're

talking about.

You wouldn't have done this

to this child when we started.

And if we've made ourselves that

sort of people, where do we end up?

We won't be very pretty people, will we?

We won't even like ourselves very much.

Where will that be? Because we

won't be young anymore either.

This turns gray someday.

Wrinkles come in, hips go out.

We won't have anything else to hold us together

because we won't be that kind of people.

Pretty, isn't it? Only it's

a picture you'll never see.

Because if you can't convince me that

you're through with gold mines, I'm through!

Yes, I'm through, Mr. Emperor!

The China Walls are all yours.

I've danced enough on top

of them. I want some peace.

You're right, Toni.

I was lying, and you knew it.

Well...

I'm not lying now.

I don't want to quit.

Ajob? Not me.

I don't want any peace.

Peace is what they call "life"

out there...

and I don't like life

any better than I ever did.

Nothing can make me

settle down.

Nothing.

Well, you've had

enough of it...

and I don't blame you.

You want peace.

Well, go out and get it.

You know what you want

and I know what I want.

At least we know that much,

even if we...

couldn't find the secret

between us.

So that's... good-bye...

and good luck.

Wait a minute. I guess

I should have known...

if I... I want you,

that I'll have to

take you as you are.

I don't like it, Jerry. But I've

been without you for a long time...

and I like that less.

So I know what I want

and I don't get it.

So I'm gonna get

the next-best thing.

I'm going to sell gold mines and chase

trains with you for as long as you want me.

And if the trains wind up

in rather ugly places,

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