 brings you Margaret O'Brien, Jose E. Torbi, Jimmy Durante, and Francis Gifford in Music for Million. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. William Keely. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight is an exciting occasion. When we bring together a galaxy of stars, you'd find almost impossible to duplicate. First, the beloved Margaret O'Brien, the only player of any age who has been starred four times in one year in this theater. Second, the world-renowned pianist and conductor, Jose E. Torbi, making his first appearance on our stage. Third, the one and only Jimmy Durante. Finally, for glamour and romance, we have the lovely Francis Gifford. They appear together in Metro Golden Mayor's success, Music for Million, directed by Henry Costa. We raise our curtain on act one of Music for Million, starring Margaret O'Brien as Mike, Jimmy Durante as Andrews, Jose E. Torbi as himself, and Francis Gifford as Barbara, with Marissa O'Brien as Rosalind. York's Philharmonic Hall, the celebrated conductor and pianist, Jose E. Torbi, is concluding a Tchaikovsky symphony. In the midst of this majestic music, an irreverent ripple of laughter spreads through the audience, for a little girl has just wandered on stage. But now, a frantic gentleman rushes from the wings, grabs the intruder, and dashes with her backstage. Let me down. And would you please tell me the meaning of this? It's mutely. That's what it is. Messing up Mr. E. Torbi to say nothing of the late signor Tchaikovsky? Who are you? If you want to know my name, it's Mike. And I'm here to see my sister. And whom might I ask is your sister? She's Mrs. Ainsworth, and she plays the bass fiddle. I don't care if she plays the glockenspiel. You can't go walking on stage while Mr. E. Torbi is waving that stick. I'm very sorry, but may I ask who you are? The name is Andrews' sister. Mr. E. Torbi and me were inseparable, but for the vote to see you, he don't even make a move without me. He doesn't? No. Who do you think shoves a piano on stage? Who polishes up that baton? Who gives us hotel reservations? As well as an occasional cute elephant on the horses. Who? If not I? Oh. So start drifting infant. Now. I think you're me. So I'm me. And you don't want to associate with no-means characters, do you? Very well. I'll wait over here. Freak a little. She's angry because I made the people laugh. Fair approximation of the truth. But I have to wait here until I find my sister. Oh, Barbara. An ear to come from. I can't go to Leather. Didn't you get it? Leather, why not? She wrote you to meet me at the train. You mean you can't? And when you weren't at the station, a very nice policeman got me over here. He even... Barbara, I think we have to get her take a powder. You, me? Such monkey shines as a gun that I have never seen. I'm terribly sorry, Mr. E. Torbi. They're still aboard, Mr. E. Torbi. You'd better take another bow. Very well. But you're me. I want to see you in my office. Yes, sir. Don't be exasperated, Mr. E. Torbi. Calm head, Mr. E. Torbi. Is he mad, Barbara? I wouldn't be at all surprised. Oh, darling, tell me. Why did you come to New York? Because I missed you so, Barbara. Because I wanted to be with you all the time. My? A tan, tan, tan. And Kate went to work in a war plant. And besides, I love you much more than Aunt Kate. You're never going to leave me again, Mike. Now, let's go to the dressing room and then we'll go to my boarding house and you can... But what about Mr. E. Torbi? He said he wanted to see you. You had thought he lacked. Hey, baby, walk from the stage. The audience giggled, saying she just stands there and stops playing. Who? That girl who plays the string bass. I'll fire her tonight. Good. Great. The minute the orchestra busts up, I'm going on my own. Already, the Navy's got Shirovisky, Konstantinovsky, and Capoloni. The Army's got Fidel Boyger, Schliverwitz, and Gubelstein. Gubelstein, Gubelstein, the Piccolo? Yes, Gubelstein, the Piccolo. And it's also got Breckenheimer, butch Galupo, Tudel Flute, and Murphy. Murphy? We had a Murphy. The past tense, maestro, we had him. Another month, we'll have nothing but females. Perhaps Phil Spitone had the right idea, after all. And we ain't even sure then. Pretty soon the waves and the wax will get them, and then what? We've run out of sexes. That's the conditions that prevail. You think they'll be taken to women, too? Yes, when that happens, we don't have to worry. You know, I play piano too, Mr. Tubi. Intend and no reflection, it's been said and quite frequently that I'm a virtuosial. Really? Yes, sir. A child particle. Come in. You want to see me, Mr. E.Tubi? Oh, yes. Mrs. Answorth, I... Watch that happen, Mr. E.Tubi. I'm sorry, Mrs. Answorth, but I have forgotten completely what I wanted to see about her. Oh, nothing important, I'm sure. Good night. But... Good night. Yes, Mr. E.Tubi. Good night. With this scarcity of musicians, I fire nobody. Run along, Andrews, run along. Watch stress and strain, what a delimium. Andy. Do I hear my name? Oh, Andy, thank you. Thank you for saving my job. I didn't do nothing. Somebody's got to keep this orchestra together, ain't they? But babies, I didn't figure on. Draft board, I figure on. But babies, I didn't ever figure on. It's a nice three I'm running for babies. Me, a piano virtuosial who could be out making a fortune. Money isn't everything, Andy. No, but I like to have it around so I could choose the type of misery that is most agreeable to me. I bid you good night, madam. Good night, Andy. Well, Mark? I'm very pleased that Mr. E.Tubi didn't discharge you, Barbara. Well, I'm slightly delighted myself. Come on, darling, we'll take a cab home. And when we get home, I'll introduce you to J.M. Rosland. We all live together, Mrs. McGuff's boarding house. J.M. Rosland's playing the orchestra, too. Barbara, do you feel all right? I'm just tired, Mike. Here, here's something you haven't seen. It's Joe, a picture of Joe. We had it taken just before he went overseas. Do you write to him every day? Every day. And is Joe still right to you every day? Oh, but he can't now, darling, he's very busy. When was his last letter? Oh, a few weeks ago, Mike. You have no idea how long it takes letters to come from the Pacific. It's so far away. But don't worry, Barbara, I've been praying for him. I'm not worrying, dear. I've been praying to St. Christopher, especially. He'll be sure to take care of him. I mean, even Barbara, you're sick. I'll be all right, Mike, really. Just standing up for hours with that big, base fiddle, it gets you down sometimes. I'll take care of you. I will, I will. Thank you, darling. Thank you. Well, here she is, kids, Rosland, Jane. This is Mike, my big sister. Hello, Mike. Hi, Mike. How do you do? Anything you want, Mike, just holler. Wait a minute. That's one thing she mustn't do, holler. Oh, golly, that's right. Mrs. McGuff. The landlady? She doesn't like dogs or... Why very seldom bark, Rosland. She also doesn't like children. Oh. Well, all we have to do is to find a place for you to hide, just in case. Look, no further you just said where, in case, in Barbara's base fiddle case. Here, here, Mike. It's big enough to hold three of you. It can be my foxhole candle, Barbara, just like Joe. Yes, darling, just like Joe. Oh, by the way, any news? No. Oh, cheer up. Will you, Joe, fine. Sure, I know. Well, now, where's Mike going to sleep? With me, of course. Jane, what about the sofa in your room? Well, just the thing. We'll bring it in here. Well, maybe it would be better. We can put it over here. Now, what do you think you're going to do? Help you move the sofa? Sit down and relax. You're not touching the sofa. Why is everybody always worrying about you, Barbara? Oh, I just guess they like me, Mike. Mike? Barbara, what's the matter? Barbara! Oh, she's fainted. Jane, call the doctor. Call him right away. And don't worry, Mrs. Ainsworth. Everything's perfectly normal. You're fine. Well, good night. Good night, doctor. Hmm? Oh, it's you, is it? I sleep out into the hawk and Jane through. Doctor, what's the matter with my sister? Well, frankly, young lady, nothing. But she fainted. Lots of folks do that. But she keeps smiling all the time, too. Well, it's nothing funny to smile at. Indeed. I'm worried. Young woman, can you keep a secret? You're going to be coming out. Me? Mm-hmm. Your big sister's going to have a baby. But don't you tell anyone? Well, I won't tell anybody, doctor. Will I be a boyan or a girlan? Why don't you just wait and see about that? Oh, I will. I will. Barbara, are you still awake? Mike, I thought you were asleep long ago. Barbara, can you keep a secret? I think so. Well, don't tell anybody. But you're going to have a baby. Mike! It's true, Barbara. I just thought you ought to know. I'm all excited, aren't you? Oh, all excited. And I thought with you being kind to Bill would make you feel better. Knowing about the baby. Oh, it does, Mike, so much. You can go to sleep now. You'll have sweet dreams. Yes, I know I will. Mike, will it be a boy or a girl? I, I, well, why don't you just wait and see? Oh. Good night, Barbara. God. We'll be starting the rehearsal soon, Mike. Now run along, suit. You know, there'll be trouble at Mr. Torby's seat you. Oh, very well, Barbara. But all I do is hide. I hide at the boarding house, and I hide here. I'm boarding both Mrs. McCuff and Mr. Torby. That's an achievement. Oh, well, I guess I'll go to the usual place, then, Barbara. But I'll be back. Thanks, darling. Usual place? Yeah, that's church up the street. I think she just sits and prays. Well, things will be different when we start playing those army camps. I hope we'll. Uh-oh. Here comes Andy. Another announcement. Maybe the tour is off again. Ladies and gentlemen of the aggregation, and fellow artists. While we're waiting for the maestro, it would seem entirely fitting and proper that I run over Mike Contudo. We will commence with the first movement and kindly watch your vibratos. And, uh, likewise, the agitatoes. As for the harps. Yes, Mr. Andrews. Your snippet showing. Now then I sit down at the ball one, and we're ready to commence. The first movement, if you please. I'm a study puttin' a finish in touches to my unfinished symphony. And who walks in? My butler. Unannounced. He hands me a copy of the Philharmonic news, which I was eagerly awaiting. And what do I see right on the front page a picture? A group picture? With a headline reading? Musical America slays the three greatest conductors of all time. Toscanini, I, Terby, and me. Who are those two guys? Mentioning me in the same breath. Or you could have knocked me downward of Philly Mignon. But after due consideration, I arrived at the conclusion that there's room in this country for more than one great conductor. So gentlemen, I bow to the inevitable. Toscanini, I, Terby, and me. A definite lead to victory. And concert that senior for Florida, our team, yeah. Good morning, Mr. Terby. It's a very fine day, is it not? Good morning, Andrews. The piano, it needs tune in, Mr. Terby. It needs tune in badly. Andy, you are a virtuoso. I am convinced. All I need is a crowd, Mr. Terby. Put an orchestra in that pit. Then let me hear that overture. Hit me with a spotlight. And when I'm finished, believe me. Pandemonium-unlocked Bedlamurch causes complete chaos. And I say that with tongue in mouth. Now, we can settle down, please. The Greek concerto first. Please remember, when we are on tour, we shall have very little time for rehearsal. If I may be permitted an interruption, Mr. Terby. Yes, Andrews. The piano solo. I'd be very happy to oblige. You'll be busy waving that stick in the air. I think I can handle both, Mr. Andrews. Let me try it anyway, huh? I'm consternated. I got talent oozing from every part. But no, he's got to play piano too. Please now, Allegro Moderato. I beg your pardon. Oh, hello. I went out, but I decided to come back. I see. I'm carrying this tool to my sister up there. Oh, then, don't let me bother you. Oh, no, sir, you're not bothering me. Why? Young lady, why are you taking that stool to your sister? So she can sit on it naturally. Oh, naturally. But why? I can't tell you, Mr. Terby. It's a secret. It's a secret. Oh, oh, oh, all right. Go ahead. Give this stool to your sister. Oh, but really, Mr. Terby? Ah, sit down, Mrs. Andrews. Sit down. And you, please? Me? Yes. Would you mind leaving so this rehearsal can continue? Oh, yes, sir. Suppose you sit over there and let us know if you like. All right? That'll be fine. Good. And now we start again from letter L, Allegro Tempo. Comfortable? Missy Sainsworth? Yes, sir. Thank you. Good. Together now, please? Mr. Terby, very adequate indeed. Thank you. Thank you. All right, everyone. Take five minutes recess, please. Jane, I've been looking all over for you. Look, a barber. But how did you get it? Mrs. McGuff just brought it here. It's about Barbara's husband. Oh, no. He's missing. Missing in action. Oh, Roz, you've got to tell her. I can't to state she's in. What if she lost the baby? Could we just be deceiving her? We can wait until after the baby comes. And lie, tour every minute of the time? Hey, what goes you through? Oh, nothing. Why? We'd better get back to our places. We seem rehearsing to do remember. Is that a telegram you just put in your purse, Roz? Telegram? Well, now who would be sending me a telegram? I shouldn't have asked. It is nice for children to be inquisitive. Not nice to know, but quite natural. Roz, yes. It wasn't anything that I... stupid. I just got a bad case for the jitters, I guess. Don't be sad, Barbara. You'll hear from Joe soon. Honest, you will. Honest. Music for millions, starring Margaret O'Brien, Josiah Turby, Jimmy Durante, and Frances Gifford. Act two of Music for Million. Starring Margaret O'Brien as Mike, Jimmy Durante as Andrews, Josiah Turby as himself, and Frances Gifford as Barbara. It's about a week later, and far from New York, the orchestra is now on tour of the country, entertaining at army camps. It's late at night. In her upper verse, Mike hears a muffled stopping. She climbs quietly down to her sister below. Barbara? Oh, Michael, back here for a tear, please. I couldn't sleep because I knew you were crying. Barbara, I'm not ever going to leave you, not until Joe gets back. Joe's never coming back, never. Oh, Mike is never going to see his things. Oh, dear, God's going to be angry at you. He really will, Barbara. Barbara? Yes. If you just pray pretty hard, Joe will come back. He's sure to. That's just my asking, isn't going to bring Joe back. Oh, Mike, I'm so lost alone. Why don't you tell God that's the best thing to do? He'll understand you. Oh, Mike, what does God know of a woman's aloneness when her husband's gone and her baby's gone? Oh, no, Mike, he doesn't know. Well, maybe he gets lonely too sometimes. Maybe he likes people to come to him. The same way you want Joe to come back to you. I haven't prayed since I don't know why. It's easy. You just say what you want. You just say, please. I didn't word you. You just say, please send Joe back to me. Please send him back. You just talk to him. I'll pray, Mike. I'll pray now. I think you had enough serious music for one day. I understand you're out of refreshment. Yes, we are hungry, Joe. Do you hear that, Mike? Refreshment. I'll be right back, Barbara. Kitty, can I help you? In the cloak room. I'd like to borrow it for my sister. Go right in, honey. Just take the one the ladies' coat is on. Oh, thank you. I'll take your purse and her coat. Oh, dear, there goes her bag. Everything's spilled on the floor. Mike. Oh, hello, Rosalind. What are you doing with my bag? I was just trying to... Give me that telegram. Give it to me. Oh, Rosalind, are you out of your mind? Why did you push that child like that? She had my purse. She was going through my things. I wasn't. It fell on the floor and everything spilled out. I couldn't help it. Oh, Mike, I'm terribly sorry. Can you forgive me? Well, I always try to forgive everybody. Thank you, Barbara. Oh, forget it, Ross. Just sort of blow me over for a minute. Vengeant, get moving, will you? They're giving us a shin dig in there, diamond dancing and everything. I didn't know where we're going to dance. Sure we are. It's our war two, ain't it? Oh, by the way, Mr. Andrew, sir. Sir, that's better. The Colonel would like to see you, sir. Me? Oh, yes. He wants to thank you for your part in making this a very successful day. Hey, I didn't do nothing. I ain't nobody. We know who you are, so that we're not going to forget it. Oh, Mr. Turbie. Yes, Colonel? I'm hoping you'll do us the honor of playing the piano for us. If you don't mind, Colonel, today belongs to the orchestra. Mr. Turbie, the boy did be most grateful if you played. When there are pretty girls to dance with. Come, come, Colonel. Just wait and you'll find out. Welcome to the honor of having with us this great orchestra. We also have a great artist. I'm taking the liberty now of asking him to play for us. His name needs no mention. It's known wherever fine music is played. What you wanted to see me about, huh, Colonel? I'm overcome with just a full-on pretentious sniff. What's up with this? Mr. Turbie, isn't that your stage manager going to the piano? Well, Colonel, Mr. Anderson's a very good pianist. But I didn't mean him. Oh, this is most embarrassing. Most embarrassing. Ladies and gentlemen, I sit down to the piano. I glance at the music on the piano and what do I see? I see Chopin on the piano. Chopin's etude. I'll play it. Just as I thought of Ms. Print. I'm Chopin up to Chopin. I'll play my own opus. I went and visited the Umbriago on the farm. When I got there, I actually saw a milk and a cow upside down. So I said, Umbriago, what's the idea of milk and a cow upside down? He said, why not? I want the cream to come out on top. Boituccio bid you aducio. Plains, army trucks, cheese. And now a greyhound bus. Mike asleep, Barbara? Down to sleep. Ross? What was in that telegram, Ross? What telegram? You're hiding something from me. There was a telegram, wasn't there? Well, can't a friend of mine send me a telegram? All right, Ross, that's how you want it. That's exactly how I want it. Well, it looks as if we're getting into town. Our bags are back here, Barbara. See you in a minute. I didn't fool her for one minute, Jane. I know we didn't. And something's got to be done by somebody. And soon. Did you get the piano for my studied terby? It's in this room, sir. Thank you, Quake. We at least have to keep ourselves in tune. You understand? Come on, girls. Sign the register. Oh, Barbara. We're here, Andy. I got your twin beds on a corner, Mike. Oh, thanks, Andy. Now give it to me. I'll carry her upstairs. Careful, Andy. She's heavy. I got her. Thanks, Andy. You're so... I know I am. I'm beautiful. I'm just a nursemaid. That's what I am. It's too bad you're asleep, Mike. But you'll see what I'm enduring on your behalf. Elevator going up. That's us. I don't like terby carry you up to bed. You say something, sir? I'm confining my remarks to the woman in my arms. Mike, don't think I don't know. You and I terby are terms. All I'm good for is to carry you around. Me, a portable bass sonetti. Go to sleep. Never mind, I'll win about it. We don't have to get it to no converse way about it now. I'm being dead or weighed, Mrs. Asworth. Those are teeth in your eyes. My husband loved itself. Fair to be. And I prayed that badly to make you cry. Oh, no, no. It was wonderful. It's... What's wrong, Mrs. Asworth? My husband died. I haven't heard from him in a long time. You're afraid? No, Mrs. Asworth. You mustn't lose your courage. But I... Look at me. Barbara, the world is going to be a pretty sorry place. I don't care about the world. I care about Joe. I love him and I want him to live. Right, so far. Just a coward. Coward? No, I don't think so. A woman, yes. Now, sit down, please. Let me play something else for you. This music for you. Happy music. Listen. Look. Listen. Beautiful, Mr. Etorbi. Thank you. Don't thank me. Thanks for a pair. Good night. You are smiling. Good night. I guess I forgot all about you and Mike. I'm so... I'm a sour lemon with that kid's concern. She's disrespectful to me. She is. She and me is enemies. Enemies. I need Ied. I'll be delighted when we get on that train tomorrow night for New York. No, Andy. So I can come and call her too, Dan. About your uncle? Yes. You phoned him? Yes. Well, he's a handwriting expert, like I told you. Well, he write the letter. Well, he didn't promise. He mentioned something about it being forgery. But all he has to do is imitate Joe's handwriting, and write a letter to Barbara. Oh, Jane, she's going to lose her mind if she doesn't get a letter soon. And the baby. Oh, he's got to do it. Rob, he's got to. We'll call on him the first thing in the morning. But how important it is that Barbara get a letter. She thinks he's dead or something. I can be arrested for even thinking about such a thing. But all you have to say is that he was picked up at sea or in a jungle, anything. Jane, the idea of my using my talents to do very well I'll do it. Oh, thanks. Oh, that's wonderful. I brought along one of Joe's letters. I thought maybe if you study the handwriting. The forged letter will be at your boarding house tomorrow with phony postmarks, censorship and everything. And I'm counting on both of you to visit me in jail. What's Barbara crying about? What's happened? She's crying because she's so happy. It came in the afternoon. It came a letter from Joe. Oh, Jane, Rob. I just don't know what to say. Then just tell us what he says, Joe. Oh, he's all right. He's fine. He was lost in an island for three months. But he's safe now. Just listen, listen. He said, what a laugh I had in the boys when I turned up again. I was so glad to be back. I just hugged and kissed everybody. The men, too. He just kissed everybody, even the men. Imagine. Oh, I'm so happy. I knew the letter would come, Barbara. I knew it all the time. Oh, I know, you did, darling. Now, Roz, what a pest I was about that telegram you got. Oh, forget it. Oh, I was so sure of something. It happened to him. Mrs. McGuff. I just wanted to find out about the letter. It was from him, wasn't it, Barbara? Oh, yes, Mrs. McGuff, yes. And then at the post... Well, and who is this? This child? Oh, uh, she's my sister, Mrs. McGuff. Her name's Mike. Well, how do you do? How do you do? Well, I wish you'd come and stay with us sometime. What? I'll be more like a home with a little girl running about. But I thought... I mean, didn't you tell us no dogs and no children? Oh, no, no. Only boy children and boy dogs. This is a lady's residence. You'll want to remember. Barbara. I think I have to go somewhere, Barbara. You do? Where? Somewhere to thank somebody for something. She's going to church. I think I'll go too. Well, it worked, Ross. Uncle Albert's letter worked. But why he had to mention some of the things he did? I just don't... Oh, well. It'll all be over in a few weeks, one way or another. Telling God how happy you are. Could you help me telling to Mike? To say thank you. Thank you. That's all. In a moment, we'll return with Music for Million, starring Margaret O'Brien, Jose Aturby, Jimmy Duranty, and Francis Gifford. Back now to Mr. William Keely. Act three of Music for Million, starring Margaret O'Brien, Jimmy Duranty, Jose Aturby, and Francis Gifford. Several weeks have gone by, and each week, Barbara's had a letter from Joe. But there's a new bass fiddle player in Mr. Aturby's orchestra. But Barbara is now in the hospital, awaiting her baby's arrival. In the room for the expecting fathers, Rosalind, Jane, and Mike are waiting too. So here's where you all are, huh? Here's where you're hanging around when there's a concert on tonight. Or didn't you know? Hello, Andy. Hello, she says. It comes time for the downbeat, and you're all here having a baby. Now, wait a minute. Not even a half a minute. There's a cab out in front. Get moving. Oh, all right. Come on, Mike. I can. I can. I'm not going. Well, stay here then. Come on, girls. Oh, Mike, please. You can't stay here by yourself. I'll leave where the phone. If anything, if there's any news, I have to stay. You do, huh? You ain't gonna sit there and ruin a concert for thousands, are you? Yes. Look, this is no time for wincicalities. Oh, we can't go and leave her, Andy. Yes, you can. Go on. Grab that cab. I'll get her out of here and get another taxi. Be nice to her, Andy. Come on, Jane. And please, mind, Andy, Mike. Tell Miss Diterby you'll have to stop proceedings without me. Fallen, huh? That's fine. Now, what do I have to do? Carry her? I carried her once before and you didn't put up no squawks? I won't. I'm not going. You're not? I promised my desire. I'd never leave her. I'm not going to. Never. Wait a minute. I didn't mean nothing. Oh, come on. Mike, nothing is as bad as all that. Nothing. Yes, it is. It's worse. All right. It's worse. Stop your bawling, please. You... You won't take me away. Is there anything about taking you away? I mean... I mean, recently. You... You've changed. I guess so. I knew I was a softy, but I never thought I'd fall apart completely. Well, move over, sister. We may be here for a couple of weeks. Why? You know, that there's stork. He's a pretty temperamental bird. The stork? Yeah, the stork. The stork doesn't bring babies, Mr. Andrews. It doesn't. No, it doesn't. Only children think the stork brings babies. You should know better than that. And tell me, what does bring them? An angel. An angel? A real angel. Everybody knows that. Well, well, you really grown up, ain't you? Just a real old timer, huh? I'm over seven. I know everything except one thing, Mr. Andrews. I mean, about the angels bringing babies. Why does it have to be in a hospital? You... You mean you don't know why is that? I don't think I do. Oh, everybody knows that. Sure, you just figure it out sometime. You tell me. It's a sense. You could figure it out no time. Do you know? Do I know? Do I know? You didn't know about the angel, though, did you? You thought it was the stork, didn't you? All right, I'll tell you. Yeah? Okay. Angels got queens. You know that, don't you? Well, I know that very well. That makes them something like an airplane, see? And an airplane has got to have a land in field, see? And the hospitals, well, they make the best land in fields. Oh, of course. Were you ever a baby, Mr. Andrews? Was I ever? Of course I was a baby. I was born, I know that. Did you cry? Did I cry? Sure, I howled. That's where I acquired my attractive awesomeness. You cried because you wanted to get back to heaven. Did you know that? No. Honest? Honest. You didn't want the angel to leave you. But he left me. He certainly left me. He certainly ain't bothered with me nonsense. He ain't around here now. Aren't you happy sitting here with me? Oh, sure, I'm happy. I think you're hungry, Dory, too, Mr. Andrews. Oh, me? Yes, and I like the way you play the piano. I even like it better than the way Mr. Chirby plays. No, you do? Yes, and I think you're pretty. You think? Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. I'd like to bleed that, but I can't be dishonest with myself. Look at me. I'm looking. Do you see the head that ain't there? Do you see the schnaz that is there? Do you see this macadamized complexion? Do you see what I see when I look in the mirror? I still think you're pretty. And I thought, and I thought that you and me was enemies. Do you know something, Mike? No, what, Mr. Andrews? You know that angel? The one that brings you in place of the stalk? Yes. Well, he ain't never left you, Mike. He's right with every man. And I can tell you, he just don't stay around with most people. He just drops that bundle and runs. But he ain't never left you. And I've got an idea that he ain't never going to either. I'd hope your angel and my angel like each other. Yeah, Mike. Me too. Me too. Jane, oh, I hope we've made it in time. The concert must be ready to start. Why, I wonder if the baby's been born yet? Uncle Albert! All right. Well, we can't stop at the stage door, Aunt. We've got to get inside. This won't take long. I have a confession to make. Well, it's about those letters, Uncle Albert. I really think you've been overdoing it. Overdoing it? Once. That's really too many letters. Jane, I haven't been writing any letters. That's what I wanted to tell you. I started to write the one you asked me to forge, but I couldn't do it. But she got your letter the very next day. If Barbara got a letter from Joe, it was from Joe. Oh, word. Oh, Uncle? Oh, that's wonderful. That means Joe's all right. He was on the island. He is safe and sound. Are you not angry? I thought, well, I'll rest my toes. Come on, Jane. We're going in there. We're playing tonight like we've never played before. Oh, yes. Oh, boy. Andrew, that's wonderful. Oh, it was nothing at all. But you told me to tell you, and I'm going to write you all about it, tonight. Joe, yes, the husband. Hard in the interruption, Mr. I. Toby, but there's still clarity out there. Those nice paying customers. Oh, yes, excuse me. Excuse me. Thank you very much. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a special announcement to make to my fellow musicians. Ladies and gentlemen of the orchestra, it's a boy. And now, for a lovely girl in a hospital and for the baby boy in her arms and for a soldier so far away, I would like to play a melody that they cannot hear and yet, in a sense, I think they will hear it. I know from now on I will always think of it as belonging to them as their own claredelun. Mike, Mike, get off the stage. Mike. But I want to hear it, Andy. And I want you to hear it, too, Mike. Everything turned out just fine. Isn't it, Mr. Kirby? Yes, yes, Mike. Joe. I struck a happy note in many million hearts, I'm sure. And our thanks go to Margaret O'Brien, Jose Utterby, Jimmy Durante, and Francis Gifford. Jimmy, I'm sure our audience joins me in extending our best wishes. He's certainly done very well in show business, Mr. Durante. And that from another veteran is praise indeed. Jimmy, I remember the old days when you were teamed with Luke Clayton and Eddie Jackson at the Silver Slipper on Broadway. What did you do at the Silver Slipper, Jimmy? Tried out a couple of sock songs. What else? Mother says you were really sensational, Mr. Durante. Yes. Lou on the dance floor, Eddie with the songs, and me at the piano. A triple trap. Well, Jimmy, I understand that Metro Golden Mayor is giving you an anniversary party next week in New York. They have taken over the Silver Slipper and renamed it Club Durante. How long will the party last, Jimmy? One consecutive night. Are you going to have any celebrities begin with Mr. Durante? That's cannibalism. Even a Durante ain't that hungry, Margaret. Actually, many of Jimmy's old friends will be there. Jimmy, I bet you'll see a lot of hilarity at that party. Hilarity, too? How do you like that everybody wants to get at the act? Well, when I heard about Jimmy's anniversary from Joe Pasternak, I wanted to be there from the very beginning. Is it going to be a surprise party, Jimmy? Surprise? Wait, let's see the joint the next morning. I wish I could be there. But I have to attend an opening with Wallace Berry. What Berry's got? What is Berry got that I haven't got? Oh, it's just that we're in the picture together. I tried not to make a mistake on this part of the show. Margaret, think before you answer that. Good night, Bill. Good night and happy anniversary. This is William Keely saying good night to you from Hollywood. Good night.