The Prowler
The Queen Mary, the greatest
passenger liner in the world...
brings home the greatest human cargo
New York Harbor has ever seen.
Almost 15,000 troops
get an eager glimpse of the U.S. of A.
Past the towers of Manhattan
steams the 83,000-ton British liner.
These victorious G.I.s have done their duty.
They answered their country's call,
left their jobs, their families,
their sweethearts...
and beat the Nazi tyranny
on a thousand battlefields.
For some- the psychological victims of war-
it will be a long road back.
These men will need time to rebuild
the lives they set aside when Uncle Sam called.
For others-
the G.I.s of the "Dear John" letters-
replacing what they have lost.
They faced one challenge and won.
They can win this one too.
Welcome home.
I don't know how to tell you this.
I really don't want to hurt you,
but I just can't wait for you any longer.
I know I promised to wait.
I really did try,
but it's been so much longer
than either of us expected.
So much has happened,
and you're so far away.
I hope you understand how I feel.
I know I said I loved you,
but I'm young...
and I have to live my life now.
And who knows how long
it will be before you return.
I hope you don't hate me
for leaving you this way.
But perhaps, when the war is over,
we can be friends again.
Please take care of yourself.
I continue to worry about you.
Sincerely, Rosemary.
There's Tom Caldwell's Cadillac.
Well, I'll be dogged.
Say, who's he going
out with now anyway?
Linda Booth.
Do you believe it?
With Linda Booth?
I thought she was going out with
Georgie Wise. Didn't you hear?
the air corps, all right, but-
Wait a minute.
Georgie didn't get-
They broke up.
Will you look at that?
Aw, thats just
a big old boat.
Sweetheart, that car
doesn't do you justice.
You are precious.
Now let's have a
big hand for the band.
Swell job, fellas.
We were all saddened by the great
Glenn Miller's tragic death...
somewhere in the skies
over France.
But he left us a wonderful legacy
in his music.
And now for all those
fine young men here tonight...
just back from overseas,
I'd like to ask the band to play
one of his best tunes.
Oh, look. There's Pat Kingsley.
Well, Pat Kingsley just
- just came home from the Pacific. So?
Come on.
Let's go up to the point.
Oh, not now.
It's too early.
Come on. This place is dead.
We'll come back later.
Folks, I bet you never saw
Hey! Keep your mitts
off my girl!
The drummer told me his wife
wouldn't let him in the house...
if he ever showed up again...
So let's cheer him up,
and everybody swing!
Who is that creep?
Oh, that's just Jimmy Turner.
He takes care of this place.
What does he do,
sweep it with his eye?
No, but I hear he sleeps on an
old mattress in the basement.
Sounds like a swell guy.
Oh, isn't it beautiful? If you
really like it, I'll buy it for you.
Oh, Roy.
What's the matter
- afraid somebody will tell your dad?
He's just jealous.
What do you mean?
My dad's got even more
money than he does.
Want a slug?
You sure know how
to put a girl in the mood.
Just call me Mr. Romance.
Piece of cake, please.
Did you see where Pat went?
Sorry.
We ought to go
for a swim.
We wouldn't even need suits. Roy?
I'm only ribbing you.
I don't want to swim.
You're all I want.
Come on.
Come here, baby.
Roy, I shouldn't.
Okay. And while the boys
why don't all you chowhounds hustle your
gals over to the refreshment table...
and dig in.
Roy.
Roy?
Come on.
Come on,
don't play hard to get.
What about New Year's Eve?
Well, that was different.
I couldn't help myself.
What if somebody sees us? You don't
even have to take your dress off.
You're so amazing.
If one of your damn soldier friends
shows his face around here,
well, he's going to wish
he was back overseas.
No! No!
No!
Hey, you alive out there?
Well, let's hear it!
Yay! Whoa-oh!
Oh, yeah?
How's that?
Maybe a little bit higher.
Like that? Is that better?
Yeah. It looks great.
Yeah.
Mark. How about this side?
Well, if it isn't Deputy London
keeping an eye on things.
Hi, guys.
Hi.
Hi, Pam.
Hi, Mark.
Well, I guess you don't
need me anymore.
Where you going'?
Uh, to drop these off.
The graduation edition? Yeah.
We just finished this morning.
You have a spare? Yeah, but we
had to print these very small,
and I wouldn't want you to
strain your eyes twice in one day.
Well, maybe you can
read it to me over lunch.
Okay. All right. I got to stop
If I don't, the sheriff will kill me.
They haven't had
a graduation dance since 1945...
because Major Chatham
wouldn't allow it.
Well, he'd stop it now if he could.
But he can't. Since the stroke,
no one's even seen him.
You know, I feel sorry for him.
He's all alone in that house, so close to
where he found his daughter and that boy.
State police called
about an hour ago.
Somebody robbed a market
up near Columbus.
Cut some kid up
and took his car.
They think he may
be headed this way.
I can't start the summer without fishing.
You know that. I never could.
Besides, you've been here
for two years now.
You can handle anything
that might come along.
Here you go.
You were so anxious to read it before.
"Pam MacDonald. "
I'm impressed.
Thank you.
Check, please.
I guess with the, uh, sheriff leaving,
you'll be on duty tonight, huh?
Yeah.
Oh.
I was hoping maybe you could come by
the graduation dance a little later.
Well, maybe I can
come by for a while.
Mark?
Hmm?
You don't think the guy who robbed
that store might come here, do you?
I don't think so.
State police will get him soon.
Yeah, well, until they do,
be careful.
Okay?
Hey, Pam. Over here.
Hi, Carl.
Hey. I read your article.
Oh. Want to go make out on the point?
I don't know.
Is it worth the risk?
Are you kidding?
Did you taste the punch?
It's kind of, uh, bland.
It is now.
But as soon as "el chaperono" isn't looking, we'll
- Shh!
Is the punch ready?
Yes, Miss Allison.
You're going to
get us all in trouble.
Well, Captain,
if your men are after him,
I don't think there's
anything to worry about.
Yeah, my deputy will let you know
if he sees anything.
Mark.
Oh, yeah. Mm-hmm.
He's a good boy.
You're damn right
it's my fishing trip.
And if you bother me
about anything, Bill,
I'll kick your ass
right across the state line, okay?
Okay. Good-bye.
Now, if you need anything,
you got my number.
The worst you'll probably have will be some
of those kids from the dance running wild.
Now, just remember,
there's still some people
around here who, uh,
won't put up
with that kind of thing.
Yes, sir.
You'll do fine.
Come on down to Kingsley's
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