This is Postal Union with a personal
greeting for Mr. and Mrs. James Travers.
'Twas 50 years ago today
You said love, honor and obey
A union half a century old
Must surely have been
wrought in gold
The message is signed,
"Harry."
If you think I'm going
to put up with this
any longer,
you're crazy!
Oh, I'm crazy now!
Who said you were crazy?
You did.
I did not, I simply...
Shut up!
Hello?
This is Postal Union with a personal
greeting for Mr. and Mrs. James Monaco.
Now that you are man and wife
I wish you joy in married life
I'm sick and tired
of this continual fighting!
What?
You heard what I said.
There's nothing
quite so sweet as this
The joy that comes
with wedded bliss
Don't you dare do that,
don't you dare!
Here's your man,
Mr. Barrett.
Denny, our friend Mr.
Barrett wants you to sing
a birthday greeting
to his father.
All right,
what's the telephone number?
No, no. It has to be sung in person.
What do you mean?
Tonight?
Well, it'll have
to be tonight,
his birthday's over
at midnight.
Well, can't somebody else
handle this?
I got a date tonight.
For Mr. Cyrus Barrett Sr.,
your date will have to wait.
Now look, here's what
I want you to do.
You go to this address, and you sing
Happy Birthday to my dear old father.
Now don't let anything
stop you,
you just go right ahead
and sing it to him.
Tell him it's from
his loving son.
Is it okay if I stop for
a few minutes on the way?
Yeah, but don't be
too long.
All right.
Oh, and listen.
Listen, when you sing, give it
out good and strong, with feeling.
You sure you wouldn't rather
have me sing Sweet Adeline?
No, no, no, no, no,
Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, okay.
Sometimes I feel like a cross between
a nightingale and a carrier pigeon.
You know, this is
going to be very good.
My father hates music and he
particularly hates singers.
It'll be funny,
won't it?
Very funny.
Just a thought, that's all, just a thought.
Calling Mr. Robertson.
Mr. Robertson, please.
Hi, Denny.
Hello, small fry,
how's everything?
Okay, how are you?
Can't complain,
can't complain.
What's doing, Gay?
Oh, fine, Denny,
how's it with you?
Oh, can't complain,
can't complain at all.
Hotel Raleigh.
I'll get him for you.
Are you new here
or am I being too fresh?
No, to the first question,
yes, to the second.
Your face is very familiar, have
you ever been to Atlantic City?
Have you?
Yes.
Then I haven't.
What do you do
with your evenings?
Some I spend,
some I pass.
You know all the answers,
don't you?
I should, I sit here all day.
Hotel Raleigh.
Girlie, you're much
too beautiful to work.
Now, if you'd only
listen to me,
you could loll around all day
on a velvet couch,
eating bonbons until you got
as big as a house.
Oh, Denny, you're such a fool.
Drat. Discovered.
Hotel Raleigh.
I'll connect you.
Why the official chapeau?
Postal Union
brings you sad tidings.
Not overtime again?
I won't be long, though, if you'll
just pull in your belt for an hour,
we can still have
my bachelor dinner together.
Are you sure you don't want to spend
the evening with Nicky and the boys?
I'm positive. I know all
their jokes by heart.
Besides, I wanna have one last dinner
with you while we're both single.
Oh, Denny.
I can hardly believe
it's true.
Oh, it's true all right
this time.
There's the license.
Don't lose that.
Oh, no chance,
it goes right in the vault
with the rest of
my important papers.
Hotel Raleigh.
Thank you.
So long, dear.
Mercury flies
on winged feet.
I used to pose
for bookends.
Are you happy, honey?
Very happy.
Is he one of the reasons?
He's all of the reasons.
Hotel Raleigh.
Do my sensitive ears detect again the
distant chime of your wedding bells?
Yes, it's all set
for tomorrow morning.
Congratulations.
If I remember correctly,
this is the third time my
congratulations have been premature.
Fourth. Only this time
it's really gonna happen.
I see.
And may I tell my radio audience
what the charming bride is wearing?
I'll wait till it's over, then
I'll tell you all about it.
If you do, it'll be the first
thing you've ever told me.
You know, Mary,
if you wanted to be nice,
I could write
half my broadcast
from what goes
over your switchboard.
My business is connecting
people, not separating them.
Hotel Raleigh.
That's a very good line.
If you listen tomorrow night,
you'll hear it.
By the way, why don't you drop
down to one of my broadcasts?
Then we can come back here to my
apartment and have a bite of supper.
Oh, I'd love to.
Ah, now we're
getting somewhere.
Only I don't think Denny
would like your apartment.
I see.
Well, I'll keep trying.
You have the wrong number.
Postal Union.
I have a personal greeting
for Mr. Barrett.
Mr. Barrett is engaged at
present, you'll have to wait.
Why, Denny!
Mona Parker,
I had no idea you lived...
I'll talk to you later.
Sit down, Mona.
You know my attorneys,
Mr. Fisher, Mr. Loftus.
How do you do?
Yes, we've met.
Mr. Barrett tells me
that you've decided
on a trial separation
from his son.
Yes, I have.
Well, perhaps
you're right, Mona.
I admit Cyrus has behaved
very badly.
Drinking
and running around...
May I point out,
Mr. Barrett,
that you're responsible?
I beg your pardon?
You've tried to run our lives
as well as your own
and it just
hasn't worked out.
Well, I meant well
by both of you.
If Cyrus loves me, he'll come to his
senses and straighten himself out.
And if he doesn't, well,
then we just don't belong
together. That's all.
That's certainly a reasonable
way of looking at it.
What's happened between you
two is no business of mine.
I'm only concerned
with one thing.
I know what
you're going to say.
If I leave my baby here,
you'll offer me a settlement.
Is that right?
I knew you were a smart girl.
You're doing the proper thing
in considering the welfare
of your child first.
I know it.
That's why
I'm taking him with me.
You will do as I say,
if you know
what's good for you.
Of course, you know
there are legal means
by which Mr. Barrett may
obtain custody of the child.
I'm warning you, you better
accept the settlement.
I've supported myself
before, I can do it again.
You've no right
to deprive that child
of the things
that I can give it!
There's one thing
you've forgotten.
I happen to be
the child's mother.
And I think
she's absolutely right.
Who are you?
I'm Denny Martin,
Postal Union.
What do you want?
Well, I have a personal
greeting for you, sir.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Father
Happy birthday to you
Signed, "Your loving son."
Get out of here!
Okay.
But I still think she's right.
Go on! Get out of here!
Oh, I'm going.
I can take a hint.
Get out of here!
Hello?
Hello.
Who is it?
Nicky.
What do you want?
Orange juice, ham and eggs,
toast and coffee.
Okay.
Hello?
Hello, sleepyhead,
this is the bride.
Hello there,
earlier than me.
I'm down
at the corner grocery store.
Is there anything special
you and your little roommate would
like for our wedding breakfast?
Look, honey, why don't you
surprise us this morning?
All right,
I'll surprise you.
Now you put the coffee on,
I'll be right up.
It's practically boiling.
Hurry up now.
Okay.
Come on, tovarich, get off that
cloud, this is my wedding day.
Come on!
My horse wins
and pays 50 to 1,
and before I can collect
the money you wake me up.
What's the difference? You'd have
lost it back on the next race anyway.
That's the trouble with you, your
dream horses are all nightmares.
Nice looking pair of pajamas
for a best man.
Say, what are you
beefing about?
Since when does the best man
have to wear fancy pajamas?
The very idea. Best man.
That's silly anyhow.
If the best man
is the best man,
why does the bride
marry the groom?
Hey, you been drinking
my hair tonic again?
You lovely little scallions.
Someday you'll grow up
to be big, strong onions.
Denny, my garden
is getting beautiful.
I love gardening.
There's nothing like
getting close to the soil.
A garden does something
to me.
Say, Nicky,
how's your garden?
Do I have to go
through all that again?
Oh, that must be Mary,
let her in, will you?
Yeah.
Mary!
Isn't this a perfect day
for a wedding?
Mary, I hate to tell you this,
but last night
I cast your horoscope
and the stars
are against you.
What kind of nonsense
is that?
It's not nonsense.
Look, you are Sagittarius
and Denny is Libra.
Now, it just happens that the moon is in
mid-heaven and Mars is in the ascendant.
That part is all right.
Well?
But the trouble is that today,
Pluto is in conjunction with Uranus.
Oh, what does all that mean?
That you should postpone
the wedding.
Mars and Uranus you can push
around, but never fool with Pluto.
Why don't you ask the stars
when you're going to get a job?
Well, I did and they told me
not to even try till 1942.
Well, that's not so long.
Hello, Mary,
you look swell.
How can you tell?
You can't even see me.
Who has to see you?
You always look swell.
Flatterer! I bet that's what
you say to all your cooks.
Hey, Nicky,
how about plucking a few of your
chives for the scrambled eggs?
Oh, my little chives,
they're so young.
Well, they'll never be
any younger.
What is that you're singing?
The Russian harvest song.
Honey, there ought to be a
girl like you in every kitchen.
That's for free.
And very good, too.
What are you featuring here
this morning?
Scrambled eggs and chives.
A wedding breakfast
fit for a king.
Thank you, Your Majesty.
Will you pour?
A pleasure.
This is for me.
The old domestic life.
I love it.
If I were a dreamer, Mary, do
you know what I'd dream about?
No. Tell me.
A little place
out in the country,
with about two acres
of ground,
room enough
for some chickens
and have a big dog, maybe.
And right in the middle of it
the kind of a cottage you
read about in the storybooks.
Oh, Denny,
that sounds lovely.
I think
we'd all be very happy.
Oh, listen here, tovarich,
when Mrs. Martin and I return
to the estate after the wedding
it won't be a bachelor's apartment anymore.
You catch on?
I think I understand.
Here's to the bride
and groom.
May all your little ones
be troubles.
Oh, no.
I haven't any troubles.
I'm healthy, I'm happy,
I've got a wonderful girl
and a wonderful job.
Would you pardon me, please?
Telegram for
Mr. Denny Martin.
That's me. Thanks.
You're welcome.
How about this, somebody's
sending us congratulations
even before we're married.
Oh, Denny,
I hope you didn't forget
to tell the boss
you want the day off.
Looks like I won't have
to ask for the day off.
You won't? Why not?
Here, honey,
you better read it.
Oh, Denny, I told you that
would get you into trouble.
It's a fine
sense of humor, huh?
A fellow fires you and
sends it on a greeting blank.
There, you see?
That old devil Pluto.
Every time you try to help
somebody you get it in the neck.
It's all right, honey, when Mona was
on the stage she tried to get me a job.
She's a good scout and
I'm glad I did what I did,
but I guess I just got
carried away, that's all.
I understand
you meant well, Denny.
I just feel badly
because we have to
postpone our wedding again.
Why?
You know we can't get married
unless you're working.
Be practical.
Oh, I'm tired
of being practical,
I wanna get married.
I wish you two
would make up your minds.
From unpacking and packing, my
clothes are getting all worn out!
Some search for solace
In a sad and somber song
And delve into the depths
of that dominion
While others thrive on things
That terrify the throng
I guess it's just
a matter of opinion
'Cause I say sing
a song of sunbeams
Let the notes fall
where they may
Sing a song of sunbeams
in a light, fantastic way
Show the blues you're busy
That you just can't be annoyed
And they'll up and go
'Cause they know
They're null and void
People all are suckers
for a grin
You give out
They're gonna give in
People always love
a jolly gent
They might even
make you president
Why don't you sing a song
of sunbeams?
Let the notes fall
where they may
Sing a song of sunbeams
In a light, fantastic way
Life is never perfect
But it isn't always wrong
So the only thing to do
is sing
A sunbeam song
There we are.
How much is that?
Oh, there's no charge, madam.
No charge?
This is a new service
of the Sunbeam Cab Company
to promote goodwill
and increase business.
If you liked it,
please tell your friends.
Well. I never heard
of such a thing.
Well, it's a new idea,
you see.
Catching my cab is like grabbing
the brass ring on a merry-go-round.
You get a free ride
and music with it.
I think it's wonderful, and I
enjoyed your singing very much.
Have you ever heard
Martinelli?
Oh, yes.
Of course he's good, too,
but he hasn't got a cab.
Hello, darling.
How's the voice with a smile?
Don't change the subject.
What subject?
The one
I'm thinking of, silly.
How's the new job?
Oh, it's great!
Knocked out 26 miles, 84 choruses
and two high finishes today.
Oh, I hope it lasts.
I hope my pipes do, too.
It's really wonderful
though, honey.
I've stepped up
in the world.
It's not a job,
it's a position.
I sit, I ride and I sing,
and to a real live audience.
Yeah, but not to more
than four people at a time.
It's still better than singing
into a telephone,
at least they can't
hang up on me.
That's progress.
How much more money
are you getting a week?
You know, honey, this is the
first real chance I've ever had.
How much more
are you getting?
Over two million people a day
ride in taxis in this town,
just think of it.
The chances are two million
to one in my favor.
Just a minute.
Are you gonna tell me how much
more money you're getting a week?
Well, it's not
exactly more, it's...
Oh, you're getting
the same salary?
No, not exactly the same.
How much?
Well, it's $2 a week less.
$2 a week less?
Oh, you are stepping up
in the world.
Two more steps like that and
you'll be right at the bottom.
Well, anyhow, it's a job, and we
can get married tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow's Friday the 13th.
Well, Saturday morning then, we'll
have the whole weekend for a honeymoon.
Let's make it Saturday night,
after work.
We can use
that extra day's pay.
Oh, there you go again,
putting money
ahead of romance.
Well, you know what happened the
last time you asked for the day off.
That's history.
Oh, look.
Isn't that sweet?
Oh, Denny,
do you think we'll ever save
enough money for a room like that?
Who wants a room like that?
Can you imagine me
in a bed that size?
Look at that cute little
chair and the wallpaper.
Of course, we'd have to
put something in the corner.
That looks like a perfect spot for a bar.
Oh, what do you know
about babies?
I know a lot about babies, as a
matter of fact, I used to be one.
Sometimes to hear you
talk like that
I think you don't
even like them.
Of course I like babies.
I like horses, too, but I
wouldn't want to live with one.
Besides, what's so wonderful
about having children?
A fellow and a girl get
married and they have a baby,
they give it all their attention,
make a lot of sacrifices,
the baby grows up, marries,
and what have you got left?
Just a few faded photographs
of that day at Coney Island.
It's no good.
Your father wouldn't like
to hear you say that.
My father is the one
who told me that.
Oh, really?
Mmm-hmm.
Well, my mother
told me different.
Of course, she would.
Oh, wait till you're pushing your
own four-wheeler through Central Park,
you'll sing a different tune.
The only four-wheeler
I'm gonna push
will be that cab of mine
if it breaks down.
That's telling her,
buddy.
The voice of experience.
Well, there you are.
Oh, look. Nicky seems to be doing
a good business tonight, huh?
Get out of the way,
let me take a look.
Where is he?
Oh, look!
Hey, Copernicus,
wake up, come on in.
What's the matter with you?
You're losing a fortune.
Everyone's taking
a free look.
They can put the look
at this end
but from this end,
it don't come out.
That's all right.
Hey, Nicky, what's this?
What's the idea?
Why'd you cut
your price in half?
Tonight is only half-moon.
Well, pack up the stars
and the moon,
let's go get something
to eat, huh?
Why should a man eat?
To live.
Why should a man live?
Order me the same as you!
Well, what's going on
here tonight?
I don't know. Ma Kelly's
never had music before.
Sad music, it's like Russia, now
I can be depressed while I eat.
Oh, hello, children.
How is the Crusading
Troubadour tonight?
The Cruising Troubadour, Mrs.
Kelly, and he's doing all right.
I see you've kind of
gone musical yourself.
Oh, that? Why, that's one of
them society playboys on a toot.
He's feeling terribly sorry
for himself.
How do you like that? He carries
his own band to a restaurant.
That's so the band
can carry him home.
What will it be tonight,
kids, the daily special?
That's right. One of Mrs.
Kelly's mighty hamburgers.
Pitch till you win.
Denny, it's practically here.
With the sun and moon in Gemini
and Jupiter at mid-heaven,
Mercury looks at Saturn and
the first race is at 2:00.
Now, if the moon
was in Scorpio
and Saturn in conjunction
with the sun,
how can the second horse lose?
Hello, Nicky.
Ah, my angel.
Oh, romance?
No, finance.
Ho wants Mamie
to invest her savings
in his system
for betting the races.
There goes Mamie, out of the
frying pan, into the breadline.
That's great.
Play it again
and again and again.
Say, wait a minute.
Haven't you had
enough sad music?
Let's play something else
for a change.
Oh, hello there.
Say, that's young Barrett.
The man who had you fired?
No. His son.
You see that?
Sure I see that.
Do you know what that is?
A match.
No, no, no.
What's the Statue
of Liberty hold?
Why, a torch.
That's right.
That's what I'm carrying.
The white man's burden.
Hello, Mr. Barrett.
My Postal Union friend. Hiya.
How are you?
I'm fine.
That's good.
You know,
I lost my job last night.
Oh, that's bad.
Well, I got a better one
this morning.
Well, now that's good.
I'm going to get married
Saturday.
Oh, that's bad.
Hey, wait. Wait a minute. I
want you to meet Miss Wilson.
This is the young lady
I'm going to marry.
How do you do?
Now, that's good.
Say, Mr. Barrett, could I
speak to you for a minute?
Now, you can stop me
if you've heard this.
Oh, you've got a new story?
No.
Oh, no. It's an old story and
you've probably heard it before.
But here's how it goes.
Most scientists agree
that one of the few things
that can't be preserved
in alcohol
is a happy home.
Oh, I get it.
As a matter of fact, I have come
to somewhat the same conclusion.
And all I want is
a few more drinks
and a few more tunes
to put out the torch.
Play it, boys.
You're never gonna
put out the torch
with the kind of music
they've been playing.
That's right. Denny, you give him
something lively. Cheer him up.
Now, listen, Mrs. Kelly, I park
my voice when I park my cab.
But if you think it'll do
any good, I'll break down.
Why, sure it'll do him good.
All right, boys, right after
lunch play Hickory Limb.
Okay, buddy.
You start it, Joe. We'll
meet you at the chorus.
You know, I was looking
through a book of old quotations
And I came across
the subject of romance
When the poets and the sages
Wrote the wisdom of the ages
They gave the lover
only half a chance
For every bit of pleasure
there'll be pain
If you feel that's no bargain,
then abstain
Hang your heart
on a hickory limb
When love is passing by
Then you won't know
the sadness in a sigh
Hang your heart
on a hickory limb
When spring is in the air
Then you won't be
a victim of despair
You can laugh at sweethearts
Who sorrow and swoon
They're so romantic
They trusted the moon
Hang your heart
upon a hickory limb
Unless you feel like me
That love is worth
the trouble it can be
Hang your heart
on a hickory limb
When love is passing by
Then you won't know
the sadness in a sigh
Hang your heart
on a hickory limb
When spring is in the air
Then you won't be
a victim of despair
You can laugh at sweethearts
Who sorrow and swoon
They're so romantic
They trusted the moon
Hang your heart
on a hickory limb
Unless you feel like me
That love is worth
the trouble it can be
Hang your heart upon a hickory
When love passes by
You won't know sadness,
won't sigh
Hang your heart
upon a hickory stick
Spring is in the air
We're so happy when skies are
blue and spring is making me care
Beware
Laugh at silly sweethearts
They are romantic
They trusted the man
in the moon
Hang your heart
upon a hickory limb
Unless you feel like me
For love is worth
the trouble it can be
Hey!
You can laugh at sweethearts
Who sorrow and swoon
They are romantic
They trusted the man
in the moon
So hang your heart
on a hickory limb
Unless you feel like me
That love is worth
the trouble it can be
They're all right,
aren't they?
Thanks, pal,
that was a real tonic.
This is positively
my last bender.
And tomorrow I'm going
to some health farm
and get a lot
of good fresh air.
Now you're talking.
Hello, Mr. Barrett.
Well, I've been looking
for you all over town.
Is that so?
Well, you've found me.
So what?
Your little domestic squabble is
going to land you in the headlines.
I thought I might be able to
present your side of the story.
Don't be so good to me.
Oh, it isn't a question of
being good to you, my boy.
After all,
your father is my sponsor.
I'd like to do him a favor
if I could.
Now, what is to become
of your wife and baby?
Why don't you talk
to your sponsor?
He's arranging everything.
Well, I can see
we're not getting anywhere.
So I guess I'll just
have to do the best I can.
Good night.
Ah, my siren
of the switchboard.
Are you happy, honey?
Why don't you go play
with your microphone?
There speaks
the voice of love.
And a wiser man
than I once said,
"Love is intoxication,
marriage the headache,
"and divorce
the aspirin tablet."
I beg your pardon.
You fascinate me.
Would you mind telling me
what is your birthday?
Why, not at all.
According to the annals
of the DeWolfe family,
I entered this vale of tears
one bright April 25th.
Just as I thought.
Taurus, the bull.
So the only thing to do
is sing
A sunbeam song
How much, please?
Oh, no charge, madam.
Good old Sunbeam Service.
Oh, well then I have to give
you something for yourself.
Hey, Denny.
I thought you weren't allowed
to take tips.
Well, the customer's
always right, you know.
Taxi, please.
Will you wait
just a minute please?
There's someone else coming.
Certainly, ma'am.
Go to the Federal
Broadcasting Station, please.
Yes, ma'am.
This will come after
the first commercial.
Manhattan Heartthrobs, colon.
The hurrying homeward throngs on
Fifth Avenue yesterday afternoon...
Sing a song of sunbeams
What was that last?
"Fifth Avenue
yesterday afternoon."
Yes. Were not disturbed by the
somewhat ordinary spectacle...
In a light, fantastic way
Show the blues you're busy
That you just can't be annoyed
What did I just give you?
"Somewhat
ordinary spectacle."
Oh, yes. By the somewhat
ordinary spectacle...
People all are suckers
for a grin
Just a minute, please.
At the risk of being rude, could I
ask you to postpone your vocalizing?
I like singing, old boy,
but not while I'm dictating.
Listen, Mr. DeWolfe, this would be a
better world if there was more singing
and less dictating.
To the readers of the Daily
Press, a word of advice.
Do not be misled
by the garbled accounts
of the impending separation of the
socially prominent Cyrus Barrett, Jr.
Some of my
less accurate colleagues
have given unfounded reports
of this separation,
which, believe me,
is an amicable one.
This was confirmed
only last night
by none other than
Cyrus Barrett Jr. himself,
whom I interviewed
in a lesser known eatery,
despite the vocal interruption
of one Denny Martin.
Martin is my candidate for
public nuisance number one.
He is a Sunbeam cab driver, who
adds to the hazards of traffic
by singing to his passengers.
If they must pass laws,
why not pass one against
cruising troubadours like Martin?
And that, fair listeners, must satisfy
your news appetite for the not...
Denny, please don't be upset
by what he said.
Oh, I'm not upset.
Every knock's a boost,
you know.
Yeah, I know.
And it doesn't matter
what anybody says about you.
As long as they
spell your name right.
Yeah, that's right.
You pretty near finished,
honey?
I've got about two more hours of cruising.
And furthermore, when a man as big
as DeWolfe even mentions your name,
you never can tell
what'll happen.
Yeah, that's just
what I'm afraid of.
I'm sure, Mr. Barrett, everything
is going to be all right.
I hope so.
Mr. Loftus.
Good evening, Mr. Barrett.
Good evening, J.F.
Now, Loftus,
did you get that order?
Indeed I did.
Now this is a temporary order
placing your grandchild
in your custody
pending the court hearing.
And this is
another temporary order
restraining Mrs. Barrett
from removing the child
from the jurisdiction
of the court.
That means, of course, that she
can't take it out of the state.
That's fine. Give yourself
a brandy, Loftus.
Thank you.
Well, let me compliment you,
gentlemen,
on the way
you handled things.
Everything is working out
as I planned.
So far so good, eh?
Mr. Barrett!
Mr. Barrett!
What is it?
Oh, Mr. Barrett,
it's terrible.
I don't know how to tell you.
What's happened?
The baby. It's gone.
What?
I was only out of the nursery
for five minutes.
I went downstairs
to the linen room.
Where's Mrs. Barrett?
I don't know, sir.
Oh, I'm so upset.
If that child is gone,
somebody will pay for it.
Now, take it easy,
Mr. Barrett.
You don't seem to know
what this means to me.
I understand perfectly.
I'll soon find out what's
been going on around here.
It's really not my fault.
Shut up!
Maybe Mrs. Barrett took
the baby out for a walk.
Walk? The baby's
only 10 months old.
Go over the entire house.
Search everywhere.
Don't excite yourself,
Mr. Barrett.
I'll never forgive myself
for this.
Gone. The baby's gone.
Impossible.
We have a court order.
If that woman's responsible,
I'll have her put in prison.
Mona! Mona!
She's taken the baby.
She found out
what we were going to do.
I'm not going to let her
get away with that.
Pardon, Mr. Barrett,
might I make a suggestion?
No! You keep out of this.
Now listen, J.F., I'll call
my friend the Commissioner.
No, no. That's not
the proper procedure.
Oh, keep quiet,
all of you.
I give the orders here.
Now, here's what
we've got to do.
First, the police
mustn't be told a word.
There's to be no scandal.
Higgins, see that none of
the servants leave the house.
Very good, sir.
Get the best detective agency in town.
Tell them to spare no expense and
put on every available man they have.
I don't care what it costs
or how they do it.
But they've got to find
that woman.
Hello? Sunbeam Cab Company?
Could you tell me where I can
get in touch with Denny Martin?
Yes, your cruising troubadour.
That's pretty hard to say,
lady.
You might try
the Frying Pan restaurant.
Denny hasn't
been here tonight.
Why don't you try
the Hotel Raleigh?
If you come up here and wait, you'll
be all the more sure to catch him.
Denny.
Denny.
Well, hello there.
Hello, Denny.
Could I talk to you about
something? It's terribly important.
Oh, certainly.
Go right ahead.
Oh, but not here.
Can't we find someplace
that's quieter?
I guess so. Hop in.
Thanks.
Well, how is this?
It's about the quietest place
in New York.
Thanks, Denny.
I know you're wondering
what this is all about.
Well, yes. To tell the
truth, I am a little curious.
I heard Claudius DeWolfe's
broadcast last night.
So did I.
He said you were
with my husband.
Denny, I've got to find him.
Have you any idea where he is?
Well, if he's drinking again, he
could be in any one of 50 nightspots.
But last I saw him, he said he was
going to a health farm to sober up.
A health farm?
Mmm-hmm.
Did he say which one?
No, no, he didn't say that.
But...
Why, is old man Barrett
kicking up a row again?
Oh, it's much worse than that.
He's getting a court order
to take the baby.
Well, your husband isn't going
to hold still for that, is he?
That's just the trouble.
He doesn't know
anything about it.
That's why I've simply
got to find him.
Well, I know what I'd do
if I were you.
Denny, I'm desperate.
I'll do anything.
The first thing you got
to do is hide the baby.
But where?
Well, you must have
a million friends.
That's the first place
they'd look.
Well, how about a nursery,
then, or a hospital or something?
I wouldn't dare.
I'd be recognized.
Mmm-hmm.
Well, then here's
your best bet.
You find somebody that old man
Barrett would never suspect, see,
and leave the baby with him
until the whole thing cools off.
In the meantime, you can canvas
every health farm in the state.
So, with the baby
safely tucked away,
they can serve papers on you
till they're blue in the face.
They can't take away
what you haven't got.
Oh, Denny. I don't know how to thank you.
Oh, that's all right.
Do you know somebody
you can leave the baby with?
Yes. Yes, I know someone.
Is there a telegraph office
around here any place?
Oh, yeah, the Hotel Graystone.
About two blocks down there.
Take me there,
will you please?
Sure.
Well, whatever happens,
I wish you luck.
Will you keep an eye
on the baby?
I'll only be a minute.
Go ahead.
Take your time.
Careful your passenger
doesn't fall off the seat.
Oh, that's one passenger
I know hasn't been drinking.
Cute little devil,
reminds me of me youngest.
Your youngest?
How many you got?
Five. Bless their hearts,
the little darlings.
I'd rather part with me right
arm than with any one of them.
You sound like my girl.
But mind you, I wouldn't give the
braid off me shoulder for another one.
Now you sound like me.
Will you call a taxi, please?
Yes, ma'am.
Yes, Denny, me lad.
What I went through
with the last baby,
I swore I'd never be
a father again.
You Denny Martin?
Yeah, that's me.
I have a telegram
for you, sir.
For me?
You must have the wrong
Martin. I don't think so, sir.
The lady said your cab would
be parked outside the hotel.
Hey, you.
Is that your cab?
Yes. Yes, it is.
Well, get it out of there.
You ought to know better.
Yes,
I'll get it out right away.
Well, now what happens?
I can't go driving around
town with you in the back seat.
One quick stop
and you'd be on the floor.
Isn't this awful?
The Cruising Troubadour
with a hot baby in his cab.
Look at you.
Do you care what a spot you've got me in?
I suppose if you found me in the back
seat of a cab and you were driving,
you'd take care of me.
Yes, you would. Fat chance.
And if you think that grin
is going to get you anything,
you're just wasting your time.
Gee, I'd like to help you,
but what can I do?
You know, you could get me
into a lot of trouble.
You know as well as I do
what the rule book says.
Any valuable property
found in the cab
must be turned over
to the police.
And, baby,
you're valuable property.
Oh, sure.
Very funny to you,
but not to me.
Now look, I'm going to do
the sensible thing here.
I don't want to do it, 'cause
I'd like to help you out.
But it's too dangerous.
I'm going to take you down to
the 47th Street police station.
You'll like
the boys down there,
they're a nice bunch
of coppers
and they'll treat you swell.
They'll get you a great big
police car, your own private siren.
No stops for traffic lights.
Zoom, they'll take you home.
Oh, that's just the trouble, they
will take you home, won't they?
You know, you're probably
looking at the biggest chump
in the entire city
of New York.
I'm a fool, and I know it.
Here I go stepping into
something that figures to get me
into nothing but trouble.
But I'll tell you
what we'll do.
Let's go up to my place
and talk this thing over, huh?
Okay.
Hiya, Nicky.
Hi, Denny.
Any messages?
No. Mary didn't call.
Nicky, I've got
a little surprise for you.
Since I've taken up astrology
nothing surprises me anymore.
I know everything
that's going to happen.
The future is always written
plainly in the stars.
Why, only this morning...
Denny! Denny! Denny, look!
Here now.
Take it easy,
it isn't gonna bite you.
I know, but why?
But who? But where?
Wait a minute.
It's no mystery.
I found the baby in my cab
and brought it home.
You brought it home.
And you're the one
who complained
when I brought home
a little goat.
That's right.
Well, what are you
gonna do with it?
That's what we're gonna decide now. We?
Mmm-hmm.
Include me out of this.
Oh, no. Listen, we're pals, aren't we?
But certainly.
We live together, don't we?
Well, in a way, yes.
If you're in trouble, I'm
in trouble, is that right?
That's right. And if I'm in
trouble, you're in trouble, huh?
Absolutely.
Well...
I'm in trouble.
There you are.
Up we go.
Who'd think that
such a big headache
could come
in such a small package?
It's a funny thing,
now I'm convinced.
Just this morning I was casting
your horoscope for the day.
Yeah? And the stars said that tonight,
something embarrassing
was going to happen.
Hey, Nicky, be careful
how you handle that baby now.
Don't worry.
In my family
there were so many children
my father didn't even
know them all.
Oh, I see.
You've had experience, huh?
Certainly. I raised three of
my brothers from the cradle.
Where are they now?
I don't know, they're dead.
What are you doing in there?
Can't you stop that crying?
I'm not crying.
It's the baby.
You're crying.
I'm in trouble
and you're crying.
Hey, what's that
you're singing?
It's a beautiful
Russian lullaby.
It's about a girl whose sweetheart
leaves her, joins the army
and gets killed.
So she jumps off a cliff.
Give me that baby.
You want the poor kid
to have nightmares all night?
Turn out the lights.
Now listen here,
young fellow.
It's getting pretty late.
I think it's time that
you turned off those tears.
Perhaps you think
you're different.
I don't know,
perhaps you think you rate.
Or do you think you're
grown up for your years?
You better go to sleep,
my fine young man.
But if I can't
convince you...
Someone can
That sly old gentleman
From Featherbed Lane
Is watching you
He's peeking through
Your windowpane
He's gathered sand
From the skies
That glitters and gleams
He'll sprinkle your eyes
With dreams
He'll make your little heart
So happy and gay
You'll ride a rocking horse
Along the Milky Way
Why stay awake
Better take that slumber train
With the sly old gentleman
From Featherbed Lane
Good morning,
Mr. Barrett.
Well? Well?
What have you found out?
She made a tour of the
nightclubs asking for your son.
Never mind about that.
What did she do
with the baby?
We're still working
on that, sir.
She checked in at the Fabian
Hotel but she was alone.
She must have left the child
somewhere before we picked her up.
Now listen to me.
I'm not interested
in the woman.
I'm not interested
in reports.
I'm only interested
in one thing.
Where is that baby?
That's what I'm paying you
to find out.
Where is that baby?
Nicky. Nicky.
Yeah, what is it?
Get the baby out of sight.
Oh, well.
Good morning, Mrs. Lee.
Good morning, Mr. Martin.
Anything wrong?
Yes, there is.
Will you please tell your
roommate, Mr. Bulabulakoff,
to be more careful when he
waters his plants in the morning?
Well, what's the matter?
Mrs. Watson, my tenant downstairs,
hangs her parrot outside
right under those boxes.
And the water dripping down
has given the parrot such
a cold, he can't talk.
I'll attend to the matter,
Mrs. Lee.
Well, see that you do.
Yes.
Was that a close call.
Why do you worry so much?
Suppose she finds out
we got a baby in here.
Well, so what?
So she finds out.
So we move to another place
with a bigger garden.
What kind of people can object to
little plants and little babies?
This doesn't happen
to be an ordinary baby.
Well, it looks
ordinary to me.
Nicky, I wasn't gonna
tell you this
but this baby happens to be
the grandchild of Cyrus Barrett.
The grandchild
of Cyrus Barrett?
The what?
Now you understand
why it has to be kept quiet.
Now I understand why we will
be kept quiet for a long time
if somebody finds out.
Well, it's only
for a couple of days.
Now don't get so excited.
Where did you put it?
Put what?
Oh, yes, the baby.
There you are,
just like an Indian caboose.
Are you daffy?
Supposing he fell on his head
or something?
That's nothing, I fell on my
head twice when I was a baby.
Yeah?
Well, once was enough.
There we are.
Now what do you want?
What's that?
Oh, I get it.
You're hungry.
Say, Nicky, what have we
got to eat in the house?
Everything. Here we got
chili, Welsh rarebit, pickles,
Swiss cheese
and beautiful salami.
Salami. You can't give
stuff like that to babies.
They've got to have milk
and oatmeal.
I'll climb into some clothes
and go over to the grocery store.
You just get the oatmeal
and leave the milk to me.
There we are.
You stay right here now.
That old milk train
will be along any minute.
Hey, Nicky?
Yeah.
I'll be back in a few minutes.
While I'm gone,
don't you let anybody in.
Anybody, you understand?
Am I gonna put my head
in the lion's jaw
when I know it's going
to clamp down on me?
This meal comes to you
through the courtesy of
man's best friend, the cow.
Who is it?
It's Mary.
Mary, well, hello, Mary.
How are you?
How am I?
Don't be ridiculous.
Open the door.
The door?
Well, I can't right now.
What do you mean, you can't?
I've come to cook breakfast.
But my suit is being pressed.
Oh, don't be a fool.
Put a robe on.
My robe is being pressed, too.
What's the matter with you?
Where's Denny?
Who?
Where is Denny?
Oh, you mean Denny?
Well, he went out.
He's gone out?
When will he be back?
He didn't say.
Oh, you just don't make sense.
When he comes back,
tell him to phone me.
You see, baby,
when you grow up
and women come
knocking at your door,
that's the way
to handle them.
I'll see you around, Harry.
So long, Denny.
So long.
Oh, Denny!
Pardon me.
Now, the first rule,
baby, for success in life,
is to be careful
of your appearance.
Voila.
Here, here.
What's the matter?
What are you trying to do
to the baby?
This is the way I always
play with babies. It is?
Well, I understand now what
happened to your three brothers.
I hurried just as fast as I
could. Did you miss me, baby?
I tried my best to be
entertaining while you were gone.
Yeah, but nobody knows
how to treat you like I do.
Do they, sweetheart?
We'll have to make different
arrangements for tonight, though.
I hope so. I was very
uncomfortable on that floor.
Baby, you're gonna have to go
back to your other daddy soon
because I'm getting married
tonight.
Is that a new hat, Mary?
Yes, do you like it?
It wouldn't look good on me.
I didn't buy it for you.
Calling Mr. Cook.
Mr. Cook, please.
Hello, Mary.
Hello, Mr. DeWolfe.
Are you happy, honey?
Not particularly.
Is that so? Well, there are
only two troubles in life,
love and money.
I'm not broke,
if that's what you mean.
Am I to infer
a cloud of dissension
is darkening the sunshine
of your romance?
There is no romance.
It's over.
Have you left the Cruising
Troubadour to cruise alone?
He's not cruising alone.
That's why I left him.
Are you telling me he's
acquired a new interest in life?
I'm not telling you but I
can't keep you from guessing.
Never mind, Mary. One man's
loss, another man's gain.
A heartache for you,
an item for me.
Good night, Mr. DeWolfe.
Good night.
Mary!
Mary, I've been trying
to get you all day.
Must be something wrong
with the switchboard, huh?
Well, that's one nice thing
about switchboards,
when you don't want to talk to
anyone, you just pull out the plug.
Well, I don't get it. Since when did
you start pulling plugs on the groom?
If you're a groom, you're
somebody else's, not mine.
Hey, wait a minute.
Remember me?
I'm the fellow
you're gonna marry tonight.
Oh, no you're not. This time I'm
postponing the wedding, permanently.
Whoa! Whoa!
Now, what goes on here?
This calls
for a little explaining.
I think you might do a little
explaining. Such as what?
Such as, why Nicky wouldn't
let me in this morning
when I came up
to surprise you.
You mean you came up
and Nicky wouldn't let you in?
Why, he never even told me.
Oh, you can't laugh
your way out of this.
Now look, Denny, I've
always been fair with you.
I didn't mind
when you were out of work
because I knew
you were trying.
I even put up with having our
wedding postponed four times!
But there's one thing I won't
stand for, no woman would.
And that's what happened
this morning.
Oh, honey, you shouldn't get burned
up about a little thing like that.
Little thing? Little thing?
Do you think I enjoyed standing
outside your door on my wedding day,
listening to you talk
baby talk to that woman?
Oh, the old
green-eyed monster, huh?
You know you look cute
when you're jealous.
I'm not jealous,
I'm through, that's all.
Come on, now.
You're going along with me.
I want you to meet somebody.
I'm not going anyplace
with you ever again! Ever!
Hello, Mary.
Oh, good evening.
Your suit looks much better
since you had it pressed.
Well, I had to
say something.
Yeah, you think
of great excuses, you do.
You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.
But you told me
not to let anybody in.
Anybody?
Why, Mary's not anybody.
She's everybody.
She can come up here anytime she
wants and don't you forget it.
You know I think Mary's the
most wonderful girl in the world.
Why, if you had
any idea at all
of the way
I feel about her...
What's playing here
next week?
If you'll excuse me now,
I'll go to work.
When the sun goes in,
I go out.
He's a great fellow. He'd do
anything in the world for me
and do it wrong.
Well, I'm waiting.
Yes. Honey, I have a
confession to make to you.
I've got to tell you
sooner or later.
Might as well be now.
I know you're big enough
to understand
when I tell you
that someone else
has come into my life.
Now, I want you
to meet the person
you heard me talking to
this morning.
Oh, Denny! A baby!
You guessed it
the first time.
What's it doing here?
Well, I'll tell you
all about it later.
I'm just doing a favor
for somebody.
Now, if you ask me in a real
nice way, I might forgive you.
Oh, Denny.
Hello, honey.
Oh, isn't he sweet?
Look at these
dear little hands.
The size of the fingernails,
that's what gets me.
Did you ever see anything
as small as that?
Aren't you the man
that didn't like babies?
Well, yes, there might be a
lot of babies I wouldn't like.
You can't tell. It's just
like you meet a lot of people.
Some you like
and some you don't.
This one, I like.
That's all.
Oh, Denny,
I wonder if we'll ever have...
I mean, I hope all our plans work out.
Work out? Listen, honey,
if I had my way, we'd have...
Well, there's lots of things I'd like
you to have when the breaks come our way.
You know, for a while I thought
maybe you didn't want to have...
Some people have funny ideas
about things, don't they?
Oh, yeah,
but they get over them, too.
Don't you think one baby
gets kind of lonesome?
Of course.
They want company
like everybody else.
That's what I thought.
You see, if I ever decide
to have kids,
I'm gonna have them
all in a bunch.
Well, there is something new
under the sun, after all.
I imagine this is the first time
a baby ever postponed a wedding.
That's right.
We'd make a pretty group,
wouldn't we,
with the best man
holding him in his arms?
Go to sleep, go to sleep.
Oh, no, you'll never get him
to sleep that way.
Oh, yes, I will.
If you want a lesson on how to
put a baby to sleep, I'll show you.
There we are.
Come here. Here we go.
You can listen, too,
if you want to,
but you're supposed
to stay awake.
Would you listen to a story?
The most amazing story
That you've ever heard
It concerns a certain romance
A most amazing romance
You'll have to take my word
It may sound unreal to you
But it's absolutely true
I know an angel
On the east side of heaven
Who lives
in a third story room
We meet on a rooftop
And dream in the dark
When the lights of New York
are in bloom
All through the daytime
It's the same old Manhattan
But evening again sets me free
Then I turn off Broadway
To the east side of heaven
Where an angel waits
For me
Well, any news?
Yes, Mr. Barrett. It's about
your daughter-in-law.
Oh. What about her?
Two of my most experienced men
trailed her from her hotel
to Pennsylvania Station.
You know, Mr. Barrett,
what a big place that is
and there were hundreds
of people there...
Do you mean to say
you've lost track of her?
I hate to admit it, Mr. Barrett,
but that's what happened.
What kind of detectives
are these?
Well, if that's the best you
can do, it isn't good enough.
Send your bill to Mr. Fisher.
Yes, sir.
Right this way,
gentlemen.
Loftus, I'm worried.
Call the police, sir.
It's the only
proper thing to do.
No, no, the publicity...
This is not a time
for personal pride, sir.
As long as we knew where
your daughter-in-law was,
there was still a chance
of finding the baby.
But now, it may be
in actual physical danger,
its very life
may be at stake.
Call the police commissioner.
Good, sir.
Never before has
one breath of scandal
touched the family name
of Barrett.
The name of Barrett has not appeared
in the public prints recently.
And my operators tell me
that young Cyrus Barrett
is no longer seen frequenting
his favorite haunts of gaiety.
All of which
leads us to believe
that his current
domestic difficulties
have impressed him deeply.
And descending a rung or two
in the social ladder,
it may be amusing to note that
Barrett's favorite crooner, Denny Martin,
the Cruising, Ear-Bruising
Troubadour, has blown out an old flame.
But Martin at least
was fortunate.
He has already found himself
a new baby.
And from what I hear,
some baby.
And that, fair listeners,
must satisfy...
Remember one thing, if anybody asks
you do you know me, go like this.
Well, well, well.
How's the little mother?
Any word yet?
Any word yet? Did you
hear DeWolfe's broadcast?
I'm not interested
in DeWolfe's broadcast.
You'll be interested
in this one.
He just told the whole world
you've got a baby here.
You don't know what
you're talking about.
Maybe I don't, but I know
what DeWolfe was talking about.
We just heard him,
didn't we?
What did he say?
He said you found a baby.
Why, that's impossible.
How could he know that?
You didn't tell him,
did you?
Listen, last night a fellow
asked me what time it was
and I wouldn't tell him.
I can't understand it.
How did he say it?
He just said that
you'd blown out an old flame
and that you already
found yourself a new baby.
I might have known it.
You get everything wrong.
What do you mean?
I guess Mary told him she heard
me talking to a girl up here.
That's DeWolfe's cute way
of saying it.
Well, you know
that he meant a girl
and now I know
that he meant a girl,
but DeWolfe said "baby."
So what?
So what is he?
The Lone Ranger?
Well, you might be right
at that.
I'd better see Mary
and make sure
she doesn't tell DeWolfe
anything else.
Duck out of here.
Yes?
You Denny Martin?
That's right.
I'm Detective
Lieutenant Finnegan
from the Bureau of
Missing Persons. Uh-huh.
Maybe you can
help me out a little.
Sure, come right in.
Thanks.
You drive for Sunbeam,
don't you?
Yes, I do.
This mean anything to you?
Sure, that picture's
on all the front pages.
She's the lady
who's missing.
Ever see her before?
I'll say, I did, I had her in
my cab a couple of nights ago.
Where did you
pick her up?
Cruising around
the Raleigh Hotel.
The Raleigh Hotel?
Uh-huh.
Well, that's very helpful.
Oh, did she have
the kid with her?
Yes, she did.
Where did you drop her?
Now, wait a minute.
I haven't got
my book with me, but...
Oh, I remember now.
I let her out
at the Graystone Hotel.
Do you remember
what time it was?
I wouldn't want
to swear to it,
but I think it was
between 9:00 and 10:00.
Thanks, Martin.
Is that all you can tell me?
Yes, that's all
I can tell you.
Okay, if we need you again,
we'll send for you.
I'll be glad to do
anything I can.
Good night.
Good night.
Goodbye, baby. Here.
What's the idea?
You mean you're not going
to take him home now?
Do you think I'm crazy? I couldn't
walk two blocks with that kid.
Carry him.
Will you stop
with that stuff?
But, Denny,
with every policeman
in New York
looking for this baby,
the radio and the newspapers will
make a federal project out of it.
Don't you realize
we're in a real jam?
Sure, we're in a jam but it's
not as bad as you make out.
We'll be out of it as soon
as Mrs. Barrett shows up
and takes her baby away. Well,
suppose she doesn't show up?
Will you stop worrying?
lt'll work out all right.
That's what they said to the
Czar, and then came the Revolution.
We haven't done
anything wrong.
We got a perfect explanation
of why the baby is here.
I know Mrs. Barrett, she asked
me to take care of her baby
and I'm doing it.
They can't do anything to us
for that.
With that alibi,
no jury in the world
would give us
more than 10 years.
You've got to get him
out of here.
Now, listen, this baby is
not leaving the house tonight
in my company.
The first cop that saw me
would pick me up.
What's the difference?
You said you could explain.
Well, if it's all
the same to you,
I'd rather sleep here tonight
than in the pokey.
Anyhow, we're in this deep, we
might as well see it through.
Besides, Mrs. Barrett
will be along any minute now,
and that'll solve everything.
If she doesn't come by tomorrow,
I'll go to old man Barrett.
"If she doesn't
come by tomorrow."
Alcatraz,
I hear you calling me.
Hello, Phil.
Hello, Mary.
How's business?
With all these colds around,
we're doing a lovely
little business this week.
You can thank the weatherman for that.
Isn't it so?
Why, Mr. Fredericks in 7l2
has the worst cold
you ever saw.
Really? Mr. DeWolfe? Here's some company.
Ah, there, Mary.
Good morning.
Are you happy, honey?
Yes, no thanks to you.
What did I do?
Oh, nothing.
You just broadcast
to the whole world
that Denny and I had split up, that's all.
What'll it be, Mary?
I'm skipping lunch.
Just a chocolate malt, please.
But why all the fuss because I
said Denny had found a new baby?
Maybe I wasn't so far wrong.
Look at this.
Isn't it funny?
I broadcast that the Cruising
Troubadour has found a new baby.
And two days later, presto,
out crops the news,
he's actually had the
Barrett baby in his cab.
That's very amusing.
What's startling about that?
Taxis carry hundreds of people.
I don't think
it's even interesting.
That's because
you're not a radio reporter.
But I, Mary,
am very much interested.
Toodle-oo.
"Apparently
taxi driver Martin
"was the last person to have seen
Mrs. Barrett and her baby together."
Baby, you got us
into plenty of trouble.
Yeah, trouble is right.
I had no idea
it would go this far.
If the police catch up with us
it could go farther than this.
We'd better think of
something and think of it fast.
Well, I've done
all I could for Mona,
but I've got
a strange feeling
something's gone wrong
somewhere.
You said it.
I think I'll go see old man
Barrett. Now you're talking.
And get this straight. If that dick
comes back, you play dumb, you hear?
I'll try, but I'm not a very good actor.
Well, you don't have to be
for that part.
No.
What's that? Yes, yes, yes. Of course.
Good afternoon,
Mr. Barrett.
Now listen, young man.
Don't you start singing.
No chance.
There'll be no singing today.
I came to do you a favor.
What is it?
Well, if somebody came to do me
a favor, I'd ask him to sit down.
Have a seat.
You know, you've got a
wonderful grandson, Mr. Barrett.
He's a great baby.
Would you mind
coming to the point?
Your son's all right, too. Of course,
he's gone a little haywire lately,
but that's your fault.
What is this all about?
I'm coming to that.
Just let me have my say first.
You know,
you started all this
by breaking up
your son's marriage.
You caused a lot more trouble
by trying to take your
daughter-in-law's baby away from her.
That's enough.
You had me
thrown out of here once.
Don't do it again if you
want your grandson back.
What's that?
Do you know
where he is?
I could take you to him
in 15 minutes,
but we've got to
settle something first.
How much you want?
How much you got?
Well, never mind, Mr. Barrett. Everybody
doesn't think in terms of money.
I guess you've found that out
since you lost your grandson.
I'm not much in the world,
according to your standards
and you're a pretty big man, but I
know when I'm right and you're wrong.
Oh, for heaven's sake, man,
if you know where the
baby is, take me to him.
Maybe I have been wrong,
but I've suffered for it.
I'll do anything to get
that baby back. Anything.
All right, then let your son and
his wife lead their own lives.
Give them a chance
to make a go of it.
Very well, I will.
Okay. Come on.
Has the little fellow been
taken care of? Is he well?
He's sharp as a tack. I'll explain
the whole thing on the way down.
Fine.
I'll see that you're well
rewarded for this, Martin.
Don't worry about that.
There's nothing I want.
We'll talk about that later.
Nicky.
Nicky, I brought Mr. Barrett.
Here you are,
Mr. Barrett.
Here's your baby.
Nicky, what happened?
Wait a minute. Wait...
Now go ahead.
Oh, what happened?
Yeah.
There was a knock on the door
and somebody said,
"Telegram."
I opened the door,
put out my head.
Something hit me and there I
was, looking at the stars again.
Who did it?
I don't know who did it.
Now listen, Martin.
I don't know
what your game is,
but you can't
get away with it.
You told me you had my
grandson and I think you did.
We'll see what the police
have to say about it.
And if you're responsible,
I won't rest
till you're both
in the penitentiary
where you belong.
Wait a minute. Mr. Barrett,
please, you got to listen.
Now what are we gonna do?
Well, Barrett will go
straight to the police.
There's only one thing for
us to do. Get out of town.
But we're innocent.
That's what the fellow said
when they hung him.
But we didn't do anything. All we
did was try to help somebody out.
All we did is lose the
Barrett baby, that's all,
and that's gonna take some
tall explaining. Come on.
Where are we going? Brother,
we're just going, that's all.
The line's busy, madam.
Mary, will you tell 402
the papers aren't in yet?
You know, there's some mighty
queer goings-on in this hotel.
Can you imagine what
that DeWolfe has ordered?
No, what?
A baby hamper, a nursing
bottle and malted milk.
And for a bachelor, too.
Hotel Raleigh.
Come on, Denny,
sing us a chorus.
A little later.
Just a moment, please.
Hello, Denny.
What's the matter?
I got something to tell you
and I don't want it overheard.
I just dropped in
to say goodbye.
Goodbye?
Where are you going?
I've got to leave town.
Leave town? What for?
Because Nicky and I are liable
to be pinched any minute.
But any minute.
Pinched? Why?
Because of what happened
with Nicky this morning.
For heaven's sakes,
what happened?
Well, I brought
old man Barrett
to get the baby
and there was no baby.
Somebody took it.
Somebody took it?
Who'd do a thing like that?
I don't know and I'm
not waiting to find out.
Just a minute,
come on out here.
What is it?
Did you ever hear of anyone
drinking gin out of a nursing bottle?
Honey, this is no time
to be kidding.
No? Well, listen.
Claudius DeWolfe just bought a
baby hamper and a nursing bottle.
He did? Yeah. Where
there's smoke, there's fire.
Where there's nursing
bottles, there must be babies.
But what in the world would
DeWolfe want with the Barrett baby?
Well, I don't know,
but let's find out.
Listen, Mary.
You go up to his room.
He'll let you in, won't he?
I think so.
Okay, give me a little time and then
see that his radio is tuned to WIX.
I've got an idea.
What is it?
You wait here.
Call for Mr. Knowlton!
Bobby. Ask one of the boys to relieve
me for a few minutes, will you?
Sure.
I can handle
that chorus now.
Fine, Denny.
That sly old gentleman
From Featherbed Lane
Is watching you
Peeking through
your windowpane
Why, Mary.
I just wanted to tell you
to be sure and heat the milk
before you give it
to the baby.
What? And don't forget
to sterilize the bottle.
Come in, Mary.
By what powers of detection
did you divine that I was
entertaining an infant?
Try and keep a secret
in a big hotel.
I have tried before
but with no success.
This time
it's a harmless secret.
Not even any scandal?
Hardly.
Unless it's scandalous
that I should be taking care
of my sister's baby.
Oh, may I see it?
Oh, no, no,
we mustn't disturb
the slumbers of the innocent.
Would you care for a drink?
No, thank you.
Do you mind if I have one?
Not at all.
Thank you.
With the sly old gentleman
From Featherbed Lane
We interrupt this program to make
an important news announcement.
The Barrett baby,
grandson of Cyrus Barrett,
was found 10 minutes ago and
restored to his grandfather.
For further details,
see your evening newspaper.
Oh, thank heavens. I'm so
glad that baby's all right.
What's the matter with you?
Don't you feel well?
I don't feel anything,
I'm numb.
Why?
I got the wrong baby.
I don't understand. That's
your sister's, isn't it?
I wish to heaven it were.
Will you stop
being so mysterious
and tell me
what it's all about?
Mary, I was gonna pull the
biggest scoop of my career.
I was gonna hand the baby back to Mr.
Barrett tonight at the broadcasting station.
Even telephoned him
and told him to be there.
Whose child is it?
Where'd you get it?
Well, I suppose
I might as well tell you.
After I talked to you
this morning,
I decided Denny must have
the Barrett kid,
so I sent a friend of mine
to investigate.
He found this brat in Denny's
apartment and brought it here.
A baby in Denny's apartment?
Well, there's nothing funny
about this.
You've got
the landlady's baby.
What?
Yes.
Nicky minds it for her every
day when she goes out shopping.
Mary, you can do me a big favor.
I'll do one for you someday.
Take that kid
back to the landlady
and tell her you had it out
for an airing.
Tell her anything,
but get it out of here.
Well, I don't know.
Mary, you will do this for me,
I know you will.
There's no time to lose, Mary. Maybe
you can get it back before she misses it.
All right, but I wouldn't
do this for anybody else.
Mary, I'll never forget you
for this.
I know you won't.
Thank you, Freddie.
Okay.
Here it is.
Calling Mr. Robertson!
Mr. Robertson, please.
That's our baby.
What? We got it back again?
Denny, it worked out
perfectly.
As soon as he heard
the broadcast,
he told me
where he got the baby.
Never mind about that now.
What we got to do is get
the baby home to Mr. Barrett
as soon as possible.
If the cops
don't get us first.
But Mr. Barrett's gonna be
at the broadcasting station,
Claudius was gonna
meet him there.
Oh, he was, was he?
Gonna make a big hero
out of himself, huh?
Well, DeWolfe's been pushing
me around long enough.
Now it's my turn.
Hotel Raleigh.
Who's calling, please?
Just a minute.
It's Barrett
calling DeWolfe.
Hello. DeWolfe?
My secretary tells me you want
me to meet you at your broadcast.
May I ask what for?
Well, Mr. Barrett,
I thought I had some important
information about your grandson,
but since you have him back, I guess
there's very little more for me to say.
Have him back?
What are you talking about?
You mean the baby
wasn't returned to you?
Returned to me?
Of course not.
Look, Mr. Barrett, you meet
me at the broadcasting station
and I'll try to explain
everything there.
Just a moment.
It's DeWolfe.
Yes, Mr. DeWolfe.
Mary.
I'm glad I got you in time.
There's been
a mistake somewhere.
Now, wait for me.
I'll be right down.
He's coming right down.
What do we do now?
Think fast,
Denny, think fast.
Call for Mr. Stewart!
Mr. Stewart, please.
Mary, I've decided it wouldn't
be fair to let you do this,
I'll take
the child back myself.
But I thought you said...
It's all right. Boy?
Thanks just the same, Mary.
Yes, sir.
Carry this out for me
and carry it very carefully.
Yes, sir.
You and your boyfriend thought you
were being very smart, didn't you?
Well, it might interest you to know
that I've been on to you all the time.
Nobody can put anything
over on me.
Toodle-oo.
Don't worry, dear, he's
probably up in the nursery.
Good evening, madam.
Higgins, has Mr. Martin
brought my baby home?
No, ma'am.
I knew something was wrong when
there was nobody at Denny's flat.
Is my father home?
No, sir. He's on his way to the
Federal Broadcasting Station.
Broadcasting Station?
What for?
Something about the infant,
sir.
Mr. DeWolfe called him.
Come on, darling.
Good evening, fair listeners.
This is your Manhattan
mentor, Claudius DeWolfe,
bringing you the news flash
of the century.
The mystery of the missing
Barrett baby has been solved.
While the entire police department
combed the city and failed,
while every force of law and
order searched fruitlessly
for the son
of Cyrus Barrett, Jr.,
I, your humble reporter,
alone and unaided,
accomplished what hundreds
of others have failed to do.
I, ladies and gentlemen,
found the Barrett baby.
But before I give you the
details of this amazing story,
I am going to restore the child to the
waiting arms of his anxious grandfather,
who is expected here
at any moment.
Oh, just a second,
here comes Mr. Barrett now!
Mr. Barrett,
your worries are over.
Here is your grandson.
Are you happy, honey?
Mr. Barrett, I don't know
how this happened.
Don't you?
DeWolfe, are you trying
to make a fool of me?
Of course not, Mr. Barrett,
I can't understand this.
Neither can I.
I want this man arrested.
Mr. Barrett, please give me a
chance to explain. I don't know...
There's the man
you want arrested.
Ah, there you are.
Now take it easy,
Mr. Barrett.
There's your grandson.
We'd have had him
long before this
if it hadn't been
for Gorgeous Claudius.
I don't know what
you're all trying to do,
but I want everyone
held for investigation.
Yes, sir.
Wait a minute, Dad.
Cyrus!
Listen, Dad. You don't want
to have this man arrested.
He's the man
that took the baby.
Oh, no, he isn't.
I left him with Denny while
I went looking for Cyrus.
I can never
thank you enough.
Well, I guess
that lets me out.
It certainly does.
Out of a job.
Mr. Barrett, you can't
do a thing like that.
You had the baby today
and you didn't tell me.
DeWolfe, you're through.
Play something, boys.
Do you people realize
we're on the air?
How are we doing?
Dad, give Denny a chance.
He's earned one.
Martin, if you
want that job,
you can have it for life.
Now, go and sing
your head off.
Right over here, please.
I don't know.
This is kind of sudden.
I feel sort of funny
without my cab.
Go ahead, Denny.
All right.
Go on.
Wait a minute.
He sings much better
with the baby in his arms.
Hurry up, honey, because
when you hear the gong,
it'll be two minutes
before our wedding.
I know an angel
On the east side of heaven
No wonder I'm happy and free
When I turn off Broadway
To the east side of heaven
Where an angel waits
For me