Some Came Running Page #10

Synopsis: In the post-war, the alcoholic and bitter veteran military and former writer Dave Hirsch returns from Chicago to his hometown Parkman, Indiana. He is followed by Ginnie Moorehead, a vulgar and easy woman with whom he spent his last night in Chicago that has fallen in love with him. The resentful Dave meets his older brother Frank Hirsh, who owns a jewelry store and is a prominent citizen of Parkman that invites him to have dinner with his family. Dave meets his sister-in-law Agnes that hates him since one character of his novel had been visibly inspired on her, and his teenage niece Dawn. Frank introduces the school teacher Gwen French to him and Dave feels attracted by the beautiful woman that is daughter of his former Professor Robert Haven French and idolizes his work as writer. However, his unrequited love with Gwen drives Dave back to the local bar where he befriends the professional gambler Bama Dillert and meets Ginnie again with the Chicago's mobster Raymond Lanchak that was he
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director(s): Vincente Minnelli
Production: MGM Home Entertainment
  Nominated for 5 Oscars. Another 3 wins & 5 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.5
Rotten Tomatoes:
82%
APPROVED
Year:
1958
137 min
327 Views


And if you're gonna marry

him, then I'll clear it out.

But if it's just one of them things...

Are you from Chicago?

Yeah. Yeah, did he tell you about me?

No, I read the papers.

Oh. Oh, golly, wasn't that terrible?

I knewed I shouldn't have come...

...but, oh, I'm very crazy

about him, you see, Miss French.

And this is the God's truth. I

want him to have what he wants.

Even if it means you instead of me.

I assume Mr. Hirsh discussed me with

you, otherwise you wouldn't be here.

That's not so. Oh,

he never said nothing.

I kept asking, but he never said nothing.

Here and in Terre Haute and Indianapolis...

...but he never said nothing.

- You were on that trip?

Yeah.

Oh, but he ain't in love

with me, Miss French.

I wish he was.

I'd give my right eye if he was.

I never felt like this about

nobody in my whole life.

He just touches me and I fall apart.

I do wish you wouldn't cry.

Whatever you may have

imagined, or whatever Dave...

...himself may have told you...

...there's absolutely nothing

between Mr. Hirsh and myself.

I've helped him with his

writing, nothing else.

Consequently, I'm not your rival.

Ohh.

Oh, Miss French, I'm

glad I come, then.

Oh, I was so scared.

You don't know how scared I was.

Because I knowed you could take

him away from me if you want to.

Because I ain't rich

or smart like you.

Haven't got nothing.

Not even a reputation.

I'm sure you have a

reputation, Miss Moorehead.

Well...

...that's one thing

don't bother Dave none.

I don't like to be rude, but

my next class is coming in now.

Oh, I'll go. You ain't

sore at me for coming?

In a way, I'm grateful.

Grateful?

I don't know why, Miss French...

...but thank you.

Thanks awfully much.

Now, you won't say nothing,

not to nobody, will you?

Nobody.

- Ohh. Goodbye, Miss French.

- Goodbye.

Man, this town sure is

jumping on all fours.

"Parkman Centennial, 1848-1948."

Man, it took them a hundred

years to build this burg?

That's a waste of time.

Why don't you knock that stuff off?

Come on, Dave. Man, I

don't want any arguments.

I've been living a certain way all my

life, and I ain't about to change it.

Don't be a damn fool. Remember

what the doctor told you?

Just watch your diet and keep taking

those shots and you'll live a long life.

Why don't you stop this, huh?

You're gonna keep on doing this,

and I'm gonna lose a friend.

And I ain't had so many friends

that I can afford to lose one.

- You give me no choice.

- It ain't your right to choose.

That looks like my niece.

Dawn.

Run along. I'll pick up my car.

- Can you make it with one arm?

- Yeah.

How's my favorite niece?

Just fine. I got a job in

New York with a publisher.

Well, I'll only be the office

girl, but isn't it wonderful?

I think it's great. What

do your parents think?

Well, about what I expected,

but they'll get over it.

Dave, could you give

me a minute, please?

I have some friends in

New York that I'll phone.

Look, Dave, I've taken about

all I'm going to take from you.

And it's not just that

knifing brawl and...

Did you bring me here for another

lecture? Because if you did...

- Lower your voice.

- I have no secrets.

Shh. Come on back

here. This is important.

Edith, if you don't mind.

I think you should stay, Miss Barclay.

This little gathering may interest you.

All right, Edith.

Okay, Dave, I'm not going into

this latest disgrace of yours.

Of course, it's in all the papers, but

never mind, we'll forget about that.

Thanks a lot.

I got a couple of things

I'd like to talk...

You advised Dawn to go

to New York, didn't you?

- I did not.

- Don't give me that.

Before you got here, she...

Well, you don't know what this means

to me, Dave. You're not a father.

That's true.

So if I hurt anyone, I hurt myself.

But a father, that's different.

If he's a hypocrite, he ought to be

a good one and not get caught at it.

What are you getting at?

That very strict rule

that you told me about.

Never getting involved

with your employees.

Well, what about it?

It's a damn good rule.

Particularly if you're bringing

up a fine, decent young girl.

- Are you suggesting...?

- I'm saying it, Frank.

This is a small town, and what I

know, Dawn could easily also know.

Let's face it, that's no good.

- Mr. Hirsh, I...

Don't listen to him.

He's no good now, he never

was, he never will be.

If you're through with

your lecture, I'll leave.

I'm sorry, Miss Barclay...

...but I happen to be

very fond of my niece.

Frank, I'm... I'm gonna leave Parkman.

Oh, now, now. Don't get excited.

He was probably just guessing.

- I'm sure he was guessing.

- No.

Oh, Frank. Why didn't

I meet you first?

I've often thought about that.

I don't know whether

you realize this...

...but when I married Agnes,

you were just 4 years old.

If you don't need me any longer...

...I think I'll go home and pack.

Oh, Dave, come on in.

- Hello, professor.

We have a very pretty check of yours, and

a fine letter from a most discerning editor.

- Congratulations.

- Thanks.

But we owe it all to

Gwen. Where is she?

You have every reason to be

enormously proud, dear Dave.

Have you told her I've been phoning?

I'm afraid she won't

be with us this evening.

I'm very sorry. Here's your letter.

Oh, thunderation.

How I envy people who can tell

little lies with conviction.

She may feel differently

tomorrow or the day after.

I know she doesn't wanna see

me, but if I just knew why.

Dear Dave, first let me mix

you a martini that's pure magic.

It may not make one's

problems disappear...

...but it does reduce their size.

But where is she?

She must be somewhere.

I'm afraid that's of very

little consequence, dear Dave.

She seems quite

determined not to see you.

Please don't ask me why. I

have no right to interfere.

She's upstairs, isn't she?

- I'll go see her.

- I couldn't stop you.

- You're younger than I am.

- Thanks.

Gwen. Gwen, I'm coming up.

Gwen?

Gwen?

Where are you? You're

gonna talk to me.

Gwen?

Doesn't this strike you

as just a little crude?

Yeah. Now, tell me what kind

of a game you're playing.

I'm not an authority on games

or the people who frequent them.

- Lf you're thinking about the gambling...

- This is my room. I did not invite you in.

Okay, okay, I'll apologize later.

Now, look, I just went away with

Bama because you kept ignoring me.

- Lf it means that much to you...

- It doesn't mean that much.

It doesn't at all.

- Lf you don't mind, I'd like to finish this.

- What the devil's happened to you?

When you were on the

phone with me, you were...

- What made you change?

- Don't look for tragic implications.

- I've simply come to my senses.

- You mean you've lost your senses.

Good night, Dave.

Gwen, I'm in love with you.

You said you were with me.

Don't handle me, Dave. Your hands on

me are not in the least persuasive.

Look, just do me one thing.

Just tell me what's eating you.

If we discuss it, you could be wrong.

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