The Happiest Millionaire Page #6

And physically fit.

So that's your style, is it?

Bill O'Brien used to lean

on his left like that.

Poor Billy never was

a really top fighter.

One thing to remember

about the Philadelphia Corps.

They're civilians.

You'll get a lot more

out of them if you lead them.

Rather than bully them.

Know what I mean?

Oh, Lieutenant!

Well, that was

just a lucky punch.

Might just as well

have happened to me.

Come on.

Yeah, that was quick thinking

catching old Jim Corbett

in your lap like that.

John, that's a bad spot

for old Jim up there.

I'll bet we've knocked him

off that wall

at least a dozen times.

You know, Corbett and I sparred

in this very ring several times.

He was a great fighter.

Well, who's next?

Well, don't you think

we ought to go back, sir?

We wouldn't want to

delay dinner, sir.

That's very considerate.

We'll rejoin the ladies, then.

John, would you get some ice

for the lieutenant?

- It'll keep the swelling down.

- I'll bring some directly, sir.

As soon as I get Mr. Corbett

back up on the wall.

You know, I've worked up

a little appetite.

Yes, boxing always helps

my appetite.

Greatest sport in the world.

Mr. Biddle?

I've got a proposition.

If you won't tell the men

of the Philadelphia Corps

that you took the best boxer

among us in one round,

we'll teach you all

the close combat you want, sir.

Fine, fine.

I'm looking forward to it.

Say, gentlemen,

before we go in to dinner,

I want to show you

my alligators.

? What's wrong with that??

? What's wrong with that??

? What better way,

what better means?

? To take your stand

with the Marines??

? What's wrong with that??

? What's wrong with that??

Come on.

I'll show you the alligators.

I keep them in the conservatory.

The days of the custom car

are numbered.

Even in luxury automobiles,

standardization is

a practical necessity.

Not only for the manufacturer

but for the individual

car owner as well.

Take a car like the Marmon.

I'd rather not.

Huh?

Angie, do you think we could

talk about something

besides automobiles

for a change?

World affairs.

Or the weather.

I'm sorry, Cordy.

Or you.

I'd really love to

hear about you.

Okay. Me.

What kind of music do you like?

Music?

What's your favorite book?

Let me see.

My favorite book.

Let's talk about your career.

My career?

There's not much to tell.

We're in tobacco.

Do you like tobacco?

As a business, I mean.

I guess so.

You guess so?

I haven't thought

that much about it.

It's a family business, and I

guess I'll take it over someday.

Is there something

you'd rather do?

Yes, but you said you wanted to

talk about something else.

Oh, no.

You mean you want to make

a career out of automobiles?

? There's a shining city

west of here?

? Where dreams

are booming into gear?

? It's no humdrum

nine-to-five town?

? It's a growing, going,

bright, alive town?

? Golden sparks

light up the skies there?

? Like a thousand

Fourth of Julys there?

? How I want to

stake a claim in?

? Roll up my sleeves

and make a name in?

? Detroit?

Detroit?

Michigan.

? You can hear it humming,

see it coming?

? Feel it everywhere you go?

? It's tomorrow morning?

? The future dawning?

? With a bright

and shining glow?

? It's a land

where golden chariots?

? Are molded out of dreams?

? Detroit?

? Detroit?

? Detroit, Detroit?

? It's Detroit?

? Oh, if I could be there,

I'd be free there?

? Standing on my own two feet?

? I'd invent new motors,

design new rotors?

? I'd be in the driver's seat?

? I'd make

all my dreams realities?

? Oh, I'd be on my way?

? In Detroit?

? Detroit?

? Detroit, Detroit?

? In Detroit?

? Others are giving

their dreams a try?

? If others can dream there?

? Why can't I??

Cordy, you'd be amazed at the

things they're doing out there.

They're working on

a two-range transmission.

Four-wheel brakes.

Do you think they could do

something about the seats?

Sure.

That's easy.

And heat the inside?

Why not? There's hot water

in the radiator.

How about a gramophone so we

could have music on long trips?

Sure.

It's possible.

And any color you want?

I don't know about that.

Okay.

Any color you want.

? So you see

where the rainbow ends for me?

? Is known to the world

as F. O.B.?

? Detroit?

What is it?

I don't know.

I'll find out.

Cordy.

You think I'm crazy?

About Detroit, I mean.

Boy, my mother does.

? If you hear it humming,

see it coming?

? That's the place

where you must go?

? But to make your name there?

? You must stake

your claim there?

? And let no one tell you no?

Then you don't think I'm crazy.

? Then my dreams

of golden chariots?

? In Detroit

can all come true?

? For you hear it humming?

? And you see it coming?

? And you?

? Want to be there, too?

Hurry!

Well, those men

looked good tonight.

Yes, sir.

Like seasoned troopers.

Don't you think

they looked good?

Yes, dear.

They looked cold, too.

I was sorry for them.

They're going to have to

fight battles in cold weather.

I wasn't criticizing, dear.

It was a lovely parade.

- It's cold in here.

- Yes, it is.

Yeah, I think

the furnace must be off.

No.

The radiator's hot.

Yeah, there's a terrible draft

coming from somewhere.

The conservatory, I think.

The conservatory?

John!

My alligators.

Look at my alligators.

John!

George.

John!

Yes, sir?

You yelled, sir?

What's happened here?

Why are these windows open?

It must have been

the new maid, sir.

What new maid?

Her name is Florence, dear.

She started this afternoon.

She was complaining

about the smell.

- What smell?

- The alligators.

- They do have a certain...

- What?

We're accustomed to it, dear.

Oh.

She probably decided to

give the room an airing...

and forgot to close up again.

Well, of all

the blasted, stupid...

Get an ax.

Anthony!

Not for Florence.

For the alligators.

Maybe they're still alive.

We'll chop 'em out.

An ax! Move!

Dead, dead, dead.

Get some more towels, John.

Yes, ma'am.

Anthony, it's after midnight.

Yeah.

I hate to give up.

I know, dear.

But there comes a time.

I'll get it.

Dead, dead, dead.

Hello?

Yes, this is Mr. Biddle.

Who's calling?

Oh, yes.

How long ago?

What have you done about it?

Have you called the police?

- Then call them, blast it!

- What is it, Anthony?

I want that blasted town

turned upside down, do you hear?

All right.

Call me back

the minute you know anything.

- Is it Cordy?

- Yes.

- She's missing.

- Missing?

Three hours past curfew,

and nobody there

has any idea where she is.

That's a fine way to

run a prison.

You don't suppose

she's been kidnapped?

- For heaven's sake.

- Well, it happens.

Operator!

- Don't do anything foolish.

- Foolish?

Our daughter is

heaven knows where.

- Operator!

- Hello.

Cordy.

Mother.

Cordy.

Papa.

Are you all right?

Of course I'm all right.

You're not hurt in any way?

What are you talking about?

We just had a call

from Miss Wingfield.

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