To Each His Own Page #5

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"Riddled with bullets, enveloped in fire."

Who!

This young pilot, who spoke in support

of the sale of military actions.

Tilt your head to your knees, Bernard.

How did you learn in the "Red Cross".

Drink this.

Maybe you want to lie down?

I think I'll go home, Cora.

Thank you very much, Jody.

Is there something wrong with him?

Father!

Why such a formality. You have not

called me that for several years.

You must know this... I will have a child.

This is the child of Bart Kasgrov.

He was wounded in France.

And they speak of him as if he were dead.

Dead.

But he did not die.

No, while his child is still alive.

And he will live.

And it does not matter what the doctor said.

And it does not matter that I myself will die.

This child has the right to life.

Somebody's coming, Jodi.

Add the oil and fry until golden brown.

- Good afternoon, Daniel.

- Good afternoon.

As always, I need soda.

Here soda.

Anything else?

No, it's all. What are

you so serious about?

Excuse me.

Well well...

Jodi.

Do not say anything. I know what you feel.

You were always so proud

of me and trusted me.

And I betrayed everything

that you believed in.

Turn around, Jodi.

We should not judge each

other, not you and me.

We love each other.

Oh, Dad!

Temperature graph. Hospital

"Riverview." New York.

Hello, young man.

He likes being with me. Leave

it for a while longer.

No.

- All children are born without hair?

- Yes.

I do not want my child to be without hair.

Do not you think that he

has a pretty manly face?

When the war is over, I hope that

we will have many such youngsters.

- Can I come in?

- Of course, doctor.

Are you spacious here?

Mrs. Farone is now giving birth.

His cry is heard even on the sixth floor.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I just watched the results of your X-ray.

So what?

You are doing very well. Do you want

to turn all the scientific postulates?

- Do you accept my apologies for this?

- Of course, I will.

I have good news for you...

This is my last visit.

- You're leaving tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?

Do not you want to take

your little girl home?

Of course.

Thank you for my baby, Dr. Hunt.

I hope that he will become a

worthy person, like his mother.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Pharaoh gave birth to a girl. 10 pounds.

- Miss Gingrass?

- Yes.

The doctor said that I can leave tomorrow.

Good.

Do you know the place where I could

leave my child for a few weeks?

I live in another state, and

the weather is terrible now...

Who do you want to fool?

How did you find out?

It's very simple when a girl like

you comes to the hospital...

no visitors, no flowers, no

received letters, no telegrams.

Over time, I learned to

determine this at first sight.

And everyone knows about this?

No, I did not tell anyone.

If you are self-indulgent, you

will regret it all your life.

And I'm not going to be involved in this.

I can hold the baby at home.

Is it true, Miss Gingrass?

My name is Daisy.

And now, when we have figured out

everything, it's time for you to rest.

Not everything is decided yet. I need to somehow

explain the appearance of the baby at home.

It's very simple. You will say that his father

is at war. And his mom, your best friend, died.

You never lived in a small town.

When a child appears, they start

telling all kinds of stories...

Okay. In a couple of weeks

I'll take a day off...

and I take the young

mother to her very doorstep.

Do you think this will help?

Not in Pearson Falls.

The more I learn about small towns...

the more I like about the Bronx.

[New York area]

You know, Daisy, I've been thinking

about this for a long time...

and I developed a whole plan.

Yes?

This child will turn out

to be like me by accident.

And everyone in the town will

know that it is by accident.

And how can this be arranged?

You really lead me to the doorstep...

only to someone else's doorstep.

What happened, what happened? Why have they

not yet reported the discovery of the child?

Stop worrying, the little one lies in the sun in

a solid basket and is well wrapped in blankets.

- Very soon it will be found.

- But he can untangle the blankets?

He will not go anywhere. As, for

example, the child of Mrs. Pearson...

- Has she already given birth?

- Previously. Cesarean section.

He is weak, but he must survive.

Children - this is such a hassle.

But it's so windy there...

- Good to see you, Jodi.

- Thank you, Miss Cloughlin.

Mr. Norris, I think I'm a little cold.

So cold.

- You're not selling me a bottle of whiskey?

- You see, it's really cold.

Nothing's cold, Jody. And Miss

Claflen did not get cold at all.

She just needs whiskey. But

I can not sell it to her...

I do not have a license.

Mr. Norris!

Miss Norris! We have a baby at home!

Kid?

- This time there was no storks. He was found in the basket.

- The threshold. I found it.

Mom asked me to buy a bottle of milk.

Of course.

The baby on the threshold of mother Belle?

Who is looking for - he will find.

Do you want me to go and see what I can do?

Why not?

Come on, guys.

- Where's Dad?

- He already "sucked".

He always gets drunk when we have a child.

I can imagine what a smell there is now.

So what about a bottle of whiskey?

Hello, Bella.

Have you ever heard such a cry?

This time it's not my fault. I swear.

Here is my alibi!

I saw him first, Mom.

There's a note. He is an orphan,

and I can not afford to leave him.

They can not afford it.

Can not -What can we do?

- Call the police.

- Hold your tongue, Clarence.

Can not you Bell?

I already have a lot of children.

You know how I love them.

Listen, Bell, but if I

take him to my house?

But you do not know how she cares

about Miss Jody's children.

But I have a lot of room at

home and a lot of free time.

"Is it a good decision, Clarence?"

It's a bit late, my dear.

- Can I pick him up?

- Of course you can.

Of course, Miss Jody.

- Help me to move it.

- Wait, you need to prepare everything for the appearance of the baby in your house.

- Crib, creams, small bottles...

- And nappies, diapers, diapers.

I will prepare all this

and return immediately.

Billy, you have to take

off your hat in the room.

Silence.

A dozen diapers... and more diapers...

oh, yeah, and even the ryazhonki.

It's enough? "Even the prince

could not have asked for more."

- And I'll take it.

- A little screw for the baby?

- Oh, Miss Norris...

- When he gets older...

Jodi? Miss Jody, I'm looking

everywhere for you.

Something remarkable happened.

But it's so terrible that you

can not imagine anything worse.

What, Bell? "Did you hear that Mrs.

Pearson had a baby?"

He lost this baby.

And when Mr. Pearson heard

about this finding...

Did you let them take it?

- They have a wonderful house. The best house in the city.

- Did you let them take it?

Miss Jody! Miss Jody!

- Missis Pierson, please.

- Missis Pierson is very weak.

Then Mr. Pearson, I'm about the baby.

Come in, please.

One minute. One minute please.

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