With a Song in My Heart Page #7

and then go right on acting

as if nothing had happened.

[Door Opens]

- Pardon me, but somebody's got company.

- Hi.

- Don!

- Remember me?

- Where in the world...

- Flew over. How else? F.D.R. Gave us a priority.

Wants me to bring you on home.

Let me look at you. I didn't know

what to expect, a crack-up like that...

- but you look swell.

- Well, I'm all right.

They tell me you're gonna be fine.

Maybe a little operation or two on the leg...

but at least

everything's under control.

That's what they tell me too.

I hope they're right.

Don, this is Mr. Burn.

John, my husband, Don Ross.

- Oh, so youre John Burn,

one of the pilots. How are you?

- Very well, thank you.

And this is Clancy. Miss Clancy.

- We met.

- Yes, in the room.

Look. I've got passage for us...

on a Portuguese steamer

sailing next Tuesday.

It may be a little rugged, but I want to get

you home where we can really take care of you.

- Think you can make it?

- We'll make it.

Clancy! You'll go with us?

Remember those relatives

I was telling you about?

I just got a wire.

Two of them have been drafted.

They're just as likely

to show up even here.

So it's back to Flatbush for me.

- You ready to go to your room?

- Uh, yes, please.

Why don't you

come with us, Mr. Burn?

- I think I can fix it.

- Thanks. I'll wait and fly back.

But, John,

I thought you said we'd...

Sorry, l...

It's nice to have met you, Mr. Ross.

Yeah, sure.

Glad to have met you.

- See you later.

- You bet.

- Seems like a nice guy.

- He is.

- Hurt bad?

- His back... a couple of fractured vertebrae.

Tell me, did you have

a nice flight over?

Yeah. Yeah, sure. Just a breeze.

Not a bump all the way.

[Don Narrating]

And then home sweet home...

through submarine infested waters

and straight into another hospital.

They'd done their best

for her in Lisbon.

But now she needed

more than the best.

She needed a miracle.

Oh, excuse me, Doctor.

I didn't know you were here.

- That's all right, Sister.

- I can come back later.

No, no. Come in.

- Aren't they lovely?

- [Jane] Beautiful.

Wouldn't you like one

for your lapel, Doctor?

- May I?

- All doctors should wear roses in their lapels.

Then maybe they wouldn't look

so serious and so infallible.

Also prettier.

I'll take those, Sister.

Thank you.

You must have a rich admirer.

Anybody I know?

- John Burn.

- Burn? He sent those all the way from Lisbon?

Well, he arrived

in New York this morning.

Pretty quick work.

Well, Doctor?

Am I still photogenic?

It's a beautiful picture, but I'm afraid

it's not such a pretty break.

That bone's not knitting

the way it should.

What are we gonna do about it?

I know. Let's send it out

to Max Factor in Hollywood.

He makes over old faces.

Maybe he can make over an old leg.

[Chuckling]

Well, that's a possibility.

In the meanwhile,

I would say a bone graft is indicated.

And that's a very delicate operation.

I can't guarantee success.

What percentage of such operations

are successful, Doctor?

Oh, between 50% and 60%.

A great deal depends on the patient.

A good patient, one with a lot

of desire to get well...

can make a bad doctor

look awfully good.

- Are you a good patient?

- Terrible. I'll probably kick and howl.

- When will you operate?

- Personally, I would say the sooner the better.

What would you say

about tomorrow?

Well, I was booked to ride

in the fourth at Belmont tomorrow.

- You can always be scratched.

- Then see that I am, Clancy.

No use our keeping the doctor on pins

and needles any longer than we have to.

Will you come with me, Mr. Ross? I want

to show these to Dr. Jameson, my associate.

- I'd like you to be present.

- Of course.

Take it easy.

I'll be right back.

They're gonna

take my leg off, Clancy.

Who said so?

He didn't have to say so.

I know.

Ah, you don't want

to pay any attention to doctors.

They gotta view with alarm,

so that later they can point with pride.

You know?

Like... Like politicians.

[Phone Ringing]

I'll get it.

Hello?

Well, welcome home.

[Chuckling]

Sure, I'm true to you. Wait a minute.

- Who is it?

- Don't be so nosy. Here.

- Hello?

- Hi.

John! Where are you?

Doctor's Hospital.

I'm in the X-ray room trying to find out

when they're gonna take this crate off me...

after which, in case

you didn't suspect it...

I'm gonna beat a path

right straight to your door.

What do you know about that?

Well, l... I'm not gonna be able

to see anybody for a while.

Well, how are you?

How was everything in Lisbon when you left?

Don't change the subject.

You have missed me, haven't you?

Never mind. Don't answer that.

I just wanted to hear your voice.

- All ready, Mr. Burn.

- Okay.

Sorry. I gotta run now. They want me

to pose again. But I'll be seeing you.

Oh! Tell Clancy I love her too.

Good-bye.

Here you are. Thank you.

- You gonna see him?

- If he wants to come.

Is that wise?

No, I suppose it isn't, but...

[Crying]

Oh, Clancy, what am I going to do?

There, there.

None of that now.

I've never known anyone like him.

When he's with me,

I don't even hurt as much.

I've learned to lean on him so.

I know. I know.

I don't want to hurt Don.

But, Clancy, I'm in love.

For the first time in my life,

I'm really in love.

I've tried not to think about him.

I keep telling myself

that nothing can come of it.

But I need him...

and I want to see him.

[Crying]

What should I do?

Well...

The first thing you should do

is blow your nose and powder it...

before somebody

comes back in here.

Here. Use this.

Now this is no time to get yourself

all worked up emotionally...

and start acting like a female.

When you're through with all this,

you'll have plenty of time to decide.

But right now,

let's do what the doctor said.

Give him a break. Right?

That's my girl.

[Groans]

[Slurring]

Clancy.

I'm here, honey.

Now you go back to sleep.

Rest is what you need.

- Clancy?

- How you feel?

Still a little woozy?

[Slurring, Indistinct]

Don't worry, kid.

It's still there.

Sister Marie! A piano?

Yes, Sister.

It's for Miss Froman.

She's going to rehearse

for a new show.

Rehearse? In her condition?

Why, she can't even walk.

Dr. Taylor considers work

a very good therapy, Sister.

Also, Miss Clancy says

she can use...

I hope you'll pardon

the expression, Sister...

but Miss Clancy says she

can also use a few "bucks."

Excuse me, Sister,

they're waiting for us now.

- [Knocking]

- [Clancy] Come in.

Well, here we are.

Where would you like it?

Uh, right over here I think.

That oughta do right there.

Thank you very much.

I'll take care of that.

Thank you, fellas.

Thank you, Sister.

We'll try to be as quiet as we can.

Don't worry about the noise.

That heart case next door has gone home.

- You won't disturb a soul.

- Good.

Oh, I don't suppose you'd want

any outsiders to hear you rehearse?

Well, I guess our secret will be safe with you,

Sister. Stick around if you want.

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