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24.

- Well, we'd better hurry.

Griff, can I come, too?

Come on.

Wow!

I still don't get it.

The guy was clear across the border.

They'd never have caught him.

So why'd he come back and give himself up?

Something about human nature, Tommy.

It happens all the time.

Men show up and confess to crimes

they committed five, 10, 20 years ago.

- No kidding?

- Sure.

All of a sudden they get a conscience.

Starts to get them down

and a kind of corrosion sets in.

Anybody want some ice cream or anything?

Ice cream? Silly question.

- Ice cream, Jenny?

- Yes, Griff. Sure.

I'll run over to the library

and change the book.

Don't hurry. It's nice here.

I can't take it much longer, Harry.

We can't live like this. I know I can't.

That's foolish. It's...

Please, Harry, it's driving me crazy.

They're so good to me, so kind.

I've got to get out of there.

What's bothering you? What happened?

Griff Marat's falling for me.

No kidding.

I've been around long enough

to know the signs.

It's no joke. I don't find it a bit funny.

I suppose it had to happen,

living in that house together for two months.

He even held my hand

in the movies the other night.

- My parole officer acting like...

- It's good. It's great. Encourage him.

It'll make things easier

till that transfer comes through.

Encourage? I don't understand.

Look, with him in love with you, baby,

we'll be able to handle him.

- Okay?

- Well, I...

And this is by Ralph Waldo Emerson.

"Give All to Love."

"Give all to love

Obey thy heart

"Friends, kindred..."

Hey, Mom, Jenny.

I wrote a little poem for school.

- Could I read it to you?

- Sure.

"'Little Purple Violets' by Thomas Marat.

"Little purple violets blowing in the breeze

Your beautiful fragrance puts me at ease

"Whether in a glade or in a bayou

"Their beauty and fragrance

reminds me of you"

- That's beautiful, Tommy.

- That's fine, Tommy. That's fine.

- Jenny, I dedicated it to you.

- Thank you, Tommy. I love it.

Won't your girlfriend... What's her name?

Mary? ...be jealous?

She's just a kid!

I see. Well,

you better practice your piano, Tommy.

- But I like to hear Jenny read.

- You like to hear Jenny read?

You like to help her wash dishes.

You like to help her shop...

And I like to hear you play the piano,

Tommy.

Do you?

I think he's falling in love with you, Jenny.

- I'm flattered.

- And so is Griff.

Sometimes blindness is not a handicap.

I know, and I think you know it, too, Jenny.

But I don't think Griff knows.

He's only a man.

- But it isn't possible.

- You know what's in your heart, Jenny.

Do what you think is right.

"Give all to love

Obey thy heart..."

- Griff!

- Yeah? Sorry I'm late.

It's all right. Your dinner's ready.

- Where are Mom and Tommy?

- They went to the concert.

That's right, I forgot.

Anything wrong, Griff?

If it's my hairdo, you're right. It's different.

- Do you like it?

- Yeah, I like it.

Better eat your dinner.

Shall I sit with you, or...

Yeah, would you? I hate to eat alone.

I could have waited and had dinner with you.

I wish I had.

Do you, Jenny?

- Do you like the music?

- Yeah, fine.

Nice music for dancing.

I used to love to dance.

Funny, I haven't thought

about it much lately.

- Do you like dancing, Griff?

- Yeah, but I'm afraid I'm not very good at it.

What's the matter?

Jenny, do you have relatives

in San Francisco?

What?

Cousins called Harris?

Why?

This came to the office a couple of days ago.

A request for a transfer to San Francisco.

What do you think?

Well, I... I don't know. I...

Maybe I don't want to go.

I don't think I want to be transferred.

- Why?

- Because I like my job.

I'm glad you do. Because this is a phony.

- What do you mean?

- It was arranged by Harry Wesson.

Did you know about it?

Well, a long time ago he did say something

about trying to arrange a transfer,

but I didn't know that he still...

You meant what you said, Jenny,

that you wouldn't have wanted to go?

That's right, Griff. I don't want to go.

- You do believe me, don't you?

- Okay, Jenny.

- I believe you.

- Thanks, Griff. I...

Good night.

Griff, Griff, a bad dream. Dream...

Hey there. Hey, hey.

Take it easy.

Easy does it.

- Griff, what happened?

- It's okay, Tommy.

She was just having a nightmare.

Better tell Mom it's all right,

or she'll be frightened. Hurry up.

It's okay. You're all right now.

Feel better?

- It was awful.

- Yeah, it must have been.

- I dreamed about you.

- Well, is that bad?

This was.

We were walking in a forest,

and you kept getting caught

in terrible steel traps.

- Oh, fine.

- And I kept warning you

and warning you, but you wouldn't listen.

Well, I hope you finally convinced me.

And you wouldn't let me go back.

- Back where?

- To prison.

No, sir, not a chance.

I'm sorry I woke up the whole house.

Well, everybody's entitled

to a little nightmare now and then.

You're sweet, Griff.

- Want a glass of milk?

- No, I'm fine now.

- I hope I'll be able to get back to sleep.

- Sure, you'll sleep all right.

You're a sweetheart, Griff.

I love you, Jenny.

I know I'm no great prize.

I don't make much money,

although I have hopes.

I'm just an everyday guy.

I don't care much about night clubs.

I'm not a very good dancer.

I guess I like mostly

what you might call simple things.

I can't offer you the expensive gowns,

the expensive times that Harry Wesson can.

But I do love you, Jenny.

Will you marry me, Jenny?

No, Griff,

you don't know what you're saying.

It's no good. It couldn't work.

- Is it still Harry Wesson?

- No, it's not that.

It's just you don't know me, Griff.

- You deserve better than me.

- I know what I want.

You know something? You're the first man

who ever asked me to marry him.

I know we can't get married

right away anyhow, until...

But you could say yes now, couldn't you?

Okay, Jenny, you think about it,

but you know how I feel.

- Yes, sir?

- You have a ticket for me.

- Harry Wesson. For Havana, Flight 615.

- Just a moment, please.

- Harry.

- Jenny.

I must speak to you.

I'm so glad I caught you.

- Mr. Wesson.

- Excuse me a moment. Yes?

Your ticket, sir. Flight 615.

- The limousine will leave in six minutes.

- Thank you.

Please don't go, Harry.

- It can't be helped.

- Then take me with you.

- What?

- I must get out of that house.

- I can't stay there.

- It's only for six weeks. You'll be all right.

This is the wrong time for you

to be going away for six weeks.

- Why, what happened?

- Griff proposed.

- He what?

- Last night. He wants me to marry him.

- I never dreamed he'd go that far.

- Parolees aren't allowed to marry.

If you marry, it means he's the one

who made you break the rules.

He didn't mean that.

He just wants me to say yes now,

and then after I'm off parole...

If you can get him to marry you now

and keep it secret, honey, it's sensational.

What are you talking about?

Look, he's got a blind mother

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