 As we welcome home one of our most talented stars from our recent Broadway triumphs, in fact I can't think of an actor who could be more aptly described by tonight's play title than Roslyn Russell, Water Woman. And as our co-star in this Columbia picture, which I had the pleasure of producing and directing, is one of our most versatile artists, Robert Cummings. No relatives, but I wish he were. But for a moment, Paul is sleeping America. His title, The Whirlwind, bears from every bookshelf. And the name of Anthony Street, its author, is on every tongue. Right now, in an office of a Nicarbaca magazine... Well, Henry, you can forget that article on Anthony Street. What do you mean, forget it? Because there is no Anthony Street. The pen name. I just talked to the publishers. You know, the Whirlwind doesn't want himself known. Wait a minute, he writes the best-selling novel in ten years and doesn't want himself known. What's the matter with him? I don't know. But the next best thing to Anthony Street is the person who did more than anyone else to put that book over. Carol Ainslie. Carol Ainslie. She's Anthony Street's agent? Anthony Street hasn't any agent. But Carol Ainslie thought it was going to be a best-seller, hooked up with the publishers, and did the best promotion job in the history of the business. And all for her usual ten percent. So what? I'm sorry to bore you, Henry, but Carol Ainslie happens to be phenomenal. And our readers will want to know about her. Well, they want to know about Anthony Street. But they'll settle for Carol Ainslie. She's all over the newspapers, isn't she? This search to find an unknown male to play the Whirlwind in the movies? Say, isn't she some relative of Senator Ainslie? His daughter. Important background, everything. What more do you want for an article? So me, nothing. I don't even want to read it. I'm afraid you will because you're going to write it. Oh, not just a minute. Carol Ainslie is going to be in our next issue. So grab your hat and get over to her office. Are you serious? Get over there! You're serious? Yeah. Can you hear me, please, lady? Any time you want to begin. Thanks, Timmy. I'm running to my office, everyone. Well, I guess you all know where I've been. Atlanta, Memphis, Chicago, St. Louis, Boston. How have you found the Whirlwind? Are you kidding? My notes read like a coroner's report. Oh, great. Now look, everyone. When a certain motion picture producer named David Arthur bought the screen rights to the Whirlwind, I made it part of the contract that we'd supply the man to play the part. Fine. Great. Only now, Mr. Arthur's becoming a little unreasonable. He insists that we deliver him. Well, where do we stand? Absolutely nowhere. Sorry, Carol. I won't believe it. I simply cannot believe in all these United States that there isn't a man who can play the Whirlwind. What's more, I don't think that we... Oh, Timmy, they're in the corner with his hat on. Who is he? I thought he came in with you. With me. Excuse me, I'll get your phone. Hello? Oh, uh... You there? You with the hat on? Yes. You're new here, aren't you? Well, as a matter of fact... It probably would again, Miss Ainsley. David Arthur. What can I say to him? You're never any good when you rehearse. Here, talk to him. David, David Arthur! Oh, darling. Well, I know, but there isn't anything to worry about. Well, I have two wonderful possibilities. One of them is bound to pan out. I'll deliver him when and as I promised. Oh, David, now don't worry about it. I'll keep you posted on everything that happens. Just give my love to Sophie. To Sophie. That's right, darling. Bye! Oh, how did I do? Got us a reprise. Well, we can't hold him off forever. Oh, well. Thanks, everyone. That's all for now. Oh, uh, you... You with the hat on? Are you bald? Bald? And just what do you do in this firm? Oh, you see, I don't work here. No, I'm a spy. Oh, I see. But who are you spying on and what for? Well, on you for Nickerbocker magazine. A reporter? And you've been sitting there listening to everything I say? It's a very colorful business, you run Miss Ainsley. Thank you. What is your name? Pepper. Henry Pepper. Do you ever take your tack off, Mr. Pepper? Only in recognition of exceptional achievement, Miss Ainsley. Now, just what did you have in mind for your magazine? Well, the boss wants an article on you. Oh. Well, well, I didn't mean to be rude. I'll send for my biography from the publicity department. It covers everything from my time as a... Well, thanks all the same, Miss Ainsley, but I work in kind of a funny way. So I gather. Yeah, I work well, you might say, from the inside. When I'm on assignment, I subject... Well, my subject and I practically might say, live together. That's cozy. Mr. Pepper, I happen to be a very busy woman. Yeah, a very smart woman. You can see the value of an article in Nickerbocker. I figure maybe four installments and... Your coffee, Miss Ainsley. Oh, thanks, Jimmy. Just set it down. Oh, do I have your permission to drink this while it's hot? Oh, sure. Go right ahead. Thank you. I'll just catch up on my reading. Hmm. The Whirlwind by Anthony Street. Now, what's this blurb on the jacket? Mr. Street is author, soldier, sailor, a man of the world with a sense of the world in conflict. A tidal wave of action, six foot four of magnificent manhood, ex-athlete, ex-footballer. Let me see that. Hmm. Man of the world with a sense of the world in conflict. Six feet four. Right under our noses. Oh, Timmy, Timmy, get me Anthony Street's publishers. Tidal wings of action. Six feet four of magnificent manhood. And do you mean to say that you haven't seen him? No, no, no, of course not. Anthony Street's pen name. Everything was arranged through his publishers. And you keep that out of a knickerbocker. Mr. Lindsey, Miss Ainsley. Hello, Lindsey. Yes? Oh, what Anthony Street's real name and address? Well, but Carol, you know I'm on a vow not to reveal. I don't intend to reveal anything. I just want to have a little talk with him. Now, who is he? And, and not too loud. I'm not alone. But I promised all my... Well, his name is Michael Carl. Timmy, get me a reservation right away for Buxton, Pennsylvania. And now, Mr. Pepper, if you'll excuse me. Are you going somewhere? Out to vote. But this can't be right. It's the faculty house. No, that's right. Well, the professors from Buxton College live here. The professors? Do you mean... Oh, thanks. College professor. Oh, brother. I had a message that you wanted to see me. Professor Cobb. Professor Michael Cobb. Yes? I'm Carol Ainsley. Could I talk to you for a minute? Well, I, I suppose no one could object here in the library. Michael Cobb. Well. The jacket was pleasantly accurate, wasn't it? Mr. Anthony's treat. Look here, how did you know that? That was a complete secret between me and my publisher. I demand a note. I won't be shocked. I demand a note. I sold your book promotion pictures. Your secret is absolutely safe with me and I... Well, I, I... Why, why are you sparing at me? Is this college coeducational? No, it is not. Too bad. Please, what do you want to see me about? You see, I've been commissioned to find a man to play the part of the whirlwind. You see, I'm a screenwriter. Well, I wish you every success. Good day. I searched everywhere, seen everyone. I, I thought I had failed. But now I know I haven't. Professor, there's only one man who can possibly do justice to the character of your wonderful book. That man is you. Me? Portray the character of the whirlwind? I'm a screenwriter. That's right. That's ridiculous. Now, please, please listen to me. This is of the utmost importance. Important to the millions of people who've read your book. Important... I wrote that book on an impulse. It's entirely without literary merit. Thank you, Professor Cobb. Regardless of what you think of it, think of what it means to your readers. Little people. Millions of them living out their humdrums sordid lives. To whom the excitement and romance of this book means escape and happiness. And do you happen to know how many people are going to see this book on the screen? Eighty million. Eighty million? Hmm. Nevertheless, Miss Ainslie, I... Now, you can't say a book like that is not important. And you can't say it's unimportant to who portrays the whirlwind on the screen the minute I saw you. I knew you were... Miss Ainslie, I am a scholar. This thesis was on a certain phase of Elizabethan literature. And I'm prouder of those three copies than I am of a million whirlwinds. No, it's utterly impossible. You're afraid the college won't approve? That's only one consideration, though it's all out of the question. Goodbye, Miss Ainslie. It's a pity... What is? To have found the right man. And to have lost him. Goodbye, Professor. Big idea following me here. Well, there's a train back to New York at 5.30. Answer my question. Well, I thought I explained that. It's part of my job to follow you. That's how I learned things. Why don't you try it with your hat off? Now, you look here, Mr. Pepper. I won't be able to give you a single minute while I'm in Buxton. My business here is extremely confidential. Yes, I know. Anthony Street. Mr. Street's identity is a secret. Look, Miss Ainslie, my assignment isn't Anthony Street, it's you. Now, do we text that 5.30 for New York? Sorry. I just made an appointment to see the Dean of Buxton College at exactly 5.30. Goodbye, Mr. Pepper. Your pardon, Dean Schaefer, but Professor Cobb, if you're now... Professor Cobb? Something to do with Miss Ainslie, wasn't it? Miss Schaefer, do you realize that from what Miss Ainslie said, I have reason to believe that a certain novel was written on the campus of Buxton College? Not the friend we have. Yes. Dean Schaefer, no. I have further suspicion. Send in Professor Cobb. You wanted to see me, Dean Schaefer? Professor Cobb. Have you heard of a book called The Whirlwind? The Whirlwind. Yes, sir. Romantic work, quite popular, I believe. I've heard that it's under-dulterated trash. Oh, I wouldn't say that. What's more, I have a strong suspicion that was written by a member of this faculty under the pen name of Anthony Street. Oh, something about a piece of tripe like the Whirlwind originating at Buxton. I don't think tripe is exactly a fair word, sir. Too many people have found this book important. Oh, they have. Little people. There are thousands of them living out their humdrums, sordid lives to whom the adventure and excitement of this book are a relief and a boon. And the same book will be filmed. Do you know how many people are waiting to see it? 80 million. 80 million little people there seeking escape and happiness. I thought so. Anthony Street, you! Yes, sir! Anthony Street! Mr. Pepper, what is this second site that makes you catch the same train to New York I'm taking? No second site at all. No other train. Let's get aboard. Mr. Peppery! Mr. Peppery! Mr. Peppery! Professor Cobb! Mr. Peppery! Mr. Peppery, does your office still hold? How about doing the Whirlwind? You think you're mine? Well, some unexpected circumstances leave me to reconsider. I thought of your office still opening. Get on the train! What am I saying? Mr. Pepper will end you whatever you need. Won't you, Mr. Pepper? You mean? Well, that's very kind of you. Come on, come on, Mr. Pepper! Yeah, you win. Or what's the matter? Look at Mr. Pepper. I am looking at Mr. Pepper. He's got his hat off. At night now and in New York, the entire Ainsley staff has hastily assembled in Carol's penthouse. The chief hotel has just walked in the door with a tall, handsome, curly bewildered Professor Cobb. Here we are, everybody. Meet Mr. Anthony Street, the Whirlwind. We've got to work fast. Oh, Tini, this is Ms. Timmons, my secretary. This is Street. How do you do? Tini wire Hollywood right away. Tell them we've definitely found the right man for the Whirlwind to be delivered on the agreed date. I don't tell them anything else. Oh, Ed, Ed, this is Mr. Crock, our photographer. How do you do? Hey, what a guy. Ed, we're going to need publicity pictures and fast. Now, everything concerning Mr. Street is to be handled right here under my personal supervision. Is that clear? Oh, Ruth, this is Ms. Fenrich, our instructor in dramatics, Mr. Street. Well, well, Mr. Timmons. Ruthie, he's got to learn to read lines right away. I want him to make a screen test in 10 days. Where's Pat? Oh, there you are. Pat O'Shea is one of our key men, Mr. Street. How do you do? Oh, you don't know how glad I am to know you. Pat, get Tony Williams to measure him for his suit and make it ground, double-breasted, easy straight. I would suggest that I... Oh, Ruthie, Ruthie. You've got to get him in condition to allow us a day in the gym. Yes, ma'am. We'll show him, Mr. Street. Well, you'd all better go home and get a good night rest and maybe the last one for some time. Thank you very much. Well, Professor, we're under way. Yes. I'd better get along to a hotel. Hotel? Oh, but you're staying here. Here? You've got work to do. It's most important that you stay near me. Yes, but... Well, I... And there's a guest suite that my clients use. I think you'll find it's both isolated and comfortable. Oh, Nina, are Mr. Street rooms ready? Oh, yes, ma'am. Miss Inslee, I had no idea of staying here. I mean... Oh, now look here. This isn't Buxton. Run along now and don't worry. Better show him the way, Nina. Well... Well, good night, Miss Inslee. Miss Inslee, I'm impressed. Pepper! I'm deeply impressed. I wondered where you were. Yes, your staff let me in just now as they were leaving. Well, I'll have to speak to them about it in the morning. Say, how did you... How did you do this, Miss Inslee? Get the professor out of Buxton. Well, I'm afraid that we'll have to remain a trade secret. Shall we just put it down to Charm? Charm, huh? The velvet glove on top and underneath the brass knuckles. Oh, I never show my knuckles. You'd better run along, Mr. Pepper. I have a tough day ahead. I'm working against the deadline, you know. Yes, it's all mine. And until you give me 15 minutes, I can't even start. But if I do give you 15 minutes, do I stand a reasonable chance of not finding you underfoot every time I turn around? A reasonable chance, yes. All right. Now, what do you want to know? Well, let's start at the beginning. How about your childhood? Oh, I had a divine childhood and simply glorious. Oh, well, I'm sorry it was as bad as all that. Now, see here, Pepper. You asked a question and I answered it. Miss Inslee, your mother was Cora Inslee, a great actor. Your father is Senator Inslee. Oh, I get it, doctor. Poor little rich girl left alone day after day in her own private swimming pool. And no, thank you. I'm not having any of it. Okay. What sort of childhood did you have? I was very stimulated having both one's parents so successful. All their friends were brilliant, talented, writers, musicians. Exactly. And you, when I think Miss Inslee, I think that ever since you were a child, you've had to prove something. Carol Inslee had to be somebody. It was expected of her. Very interesting, doctor. When do you throw on the colored slides? And furthermore, you wanted success in a hurry, so you took other people, developed their ability, sold them high, and made their second-rate talents pass for pure genius. And what's so wrong with that? Only one thing, that in all your hurry, you overlooked doing a job on yourself. Oh. I don't exist, is that it? Well, about 10% of you does. And I think, given a chance, the other 90 might be, uh, well, terrific. Good night, Miss Inslee. I said those photographs of Anthony Feet. Yeah. Say, was that guy's mother frightened by a camera? Oh. I see what you mean. Oh, well, he just lacks confidence. How was he in dramatic truth? You really want the truth? Oh. That is that, huh? Well, it's only the first day. We've got to get a screen test in 10 days. Hey, uh, how about giving us some more time, Carol? We promised David Arthur that we'd have that screen test out in Hollywood by the 27th. Oh, incidentally, if Mr. Henry Pepper shows his face around... Yeah. Oh, never mind. Just keep him away from Anthony Feet. Hey, Professor. How's it going? Hello, Mr. Pepper. Oh, like that, huh? Say, where is everybody? Back there. Miss Inslee's projection room. Oh, yes. They're looking at your screen test, huh? Yeah. Again. Mr. Pepper, I am not a film actor. Well, does it matter? It sounds like they're about to finish. I hope so. I couldn't stand it. Nobody said a word, but I could tell what they were thinking. Well, that's also right nearly in the morning. Well, Michael. Awful ordeal, wasn't it? Sing yourself on the screen for the first time. Yes, please. Oh, don't worry. You'll be amazed at the improvement in your next test. Next test? Yes, yes, of course. Mr. Pepper, did I have an appointment with you? Well, you told me to come around any evening. I was ready. I told you to telephone first. Miss Inslee asked for making another test. Michael, please. This is not the time. Well, I could leave. I am not an actor. I can never be an actor. Oh, not an actor. Not an actor. What are actors? Simply people. And what's acting? Simply being people. Well, if there's a train back to Boston tonight, I'm going to take it. Professor, you astound me. A person with your imagination, your intelligence. After all, what are you asked to do? To pretend. Simply to pretend. Pretend? Pretend to be in love? I made a complete need of myself. Is it so difficult to pretend you're in love? Come here. All right. You're standing before the woman you love. You have your arms around her. No, no, no, no. Around her. All the way around her. There. Now, what's so difficult about that? You hold her. Really hold her. Closer. Tighter. That's right. And her face is close to yours. Like this. Now, what would your next impulse be? I... I'm... Well, what's the next thing you... to pretend? A woman as close to you as this, her face as near to you as mine. You pretend to want to kiss her. And you do. Like this. That's all there is to it. Easily. I... Good night, Miss. Thank you. I guess he found a little too warm in here. Now, where do you think he's going? Well, I guess he's on a beeline back to Buxton. Well, I don't imagine you're in a mood for work. No? No, no, I thought not. Well, if you excuse me, Miss Aisley, I find it a little too cold in here. To know what time it is, Henry, it's after midnight. Yes, poor Miss Aisley. She must be just going nuts by now. There's no way to find me. Well, I'll tell you, dude, I just figured that if I were you, I'd head to the nearest bar. There you were, you know? But I regret most about all this. It's not what's happened to me, but... Well, she's worked so hard. Yeah, well, that's her business. But she put such a personal interest in such a warm way. Oh, you felt that. Oh, definitely. Very sympathetic. Well, drink out, Professor. There's something challenging about failure. When a man has undertaken something right along, there's an urge to see a clue. Uh-huh. And I'll be right back, Professor. Excuse me, I just remembered to make the phone call. Did I wake you up? Wake me up. I'm going crazy. Anthony's speech disappeared. So hang up if you don't mind. May I make a prediction? I'm not at all interested in your predictions. And what's more, I have people waiting... Miss Aisley, ten to one. The professor's back on the job in the morning, bright and early. You know where he is? I'll look here at Peppery if you've done anything to that man. I'll be forth. Just a hunch, Miss Aisley. Good night. I hope you didn't worry about me, Miss Aisley. Where have you been? In a turkey staff. Yes, there's nothing like it to clear the head. Oh, I see everything in a different light this morning. It's no sin to fail, Miss Aisley, but once you've undertaken anything, it is a sin to give up trying. It is? Well, let's have another go at it. Shall we? My dramatics, I mean. Is Miss Fenway here? No, no, not yet. Well, it's just as well. I'll have time for work. I'll put it in the gym. Goodbye, Henry. Thanks so much. These are swell guys, isn't he? Mr. Pepper, how were you able to call me up last night to predict a thing like this? Oh, we got talking, you know, Michael and I. Oh, and he began thinking better of the job, huh? He began thinking better of you. Yes, you see, a handsome thing like you can't get a man like that to change the whole course of his life. And he doesn't know it, Miss Aisley, but the professor is in love. Are you crazy? Say, you know something? If you play your cards right, and, well, you've not only got a star on your hand, you've got him right in your lap. Clean test, I just thought the voice was ripped. Captain, I tell you. I simply don't understand. There's ten days, Carol, and he's become an actor. Well, don't want to hit him. Nothing hit him. He's intelligent, sensitive. He nearly caught on. Well, take the test out to the airport, Pat. By tomorrow night, you'll know what Hollywood thinks of it. Then what? Well, on Wednesday, we'll release the publicity. The whole country will hear about him. Complete the pictures, everything. And on Thursday, the whole women and I take the train to Hollywood. Do you want to go? I want to deliver this prize, Pat. Loot. Personally. Oh, now look, Pat. On Wednesday night, I want a reception. Yeah. Newspaper and magazine editors. Have the invitation read simply to read Mr. Anthony Speaks. Blake, the pepper's on the phone, Miss Aisley. All these talents are... Let me have it. Well, how do you do, Mr. Pepper? Miss Aisley, I have the first installment for you to look over. Well, I couldn't possibly do it today. I'll have to look at it another time. You'll read it today, Miss Aisley, or it goes to press just as I wrote it. Is that all right? No, no it isn't. Oh, all right. Five o'clock here at my apartment. That man's an epidemic. This is just the first installment, Miss Aisley. Well, do you like it? Hmm, pretty good. Thanks for keeping a civil coming. You type read it. Well, now shall we go on from there? Well, I've polished off my childhood. What now? Business? No, heart interest. What? Miss Aisley, hasn't your life been remarkably free of men? Of course not. Well, I've had lots of bows. Thousands of them. Yeah, but never the one, the right one. Well, you've forced it out of me. There was one, or only one, Jeffrey. I was about twenty, seeing that spring in Austria. He was an English boy, there on his Easter holiday. He was loved at first sight, you know, preordained. I failed home to tell my parents about it. We were going to get married. Then it happened. That summer, he didn't live. He drowned. You see, after that? Yeah, soft music now. What? Of course, you know, I don't believe a word. Why not? It was a very moving story. Yeah, it was almost enough fat for the real thing. Oh, you're uncomfortably smart. And a smuggler's man. All last night, I didn't sleep laughing about your theory. For instance, Michael Todd. Okay, how is the professor? Perfectly fine. And if you've seen the screen test this afternoon, you've realized the job is practically done. Well, now, what have you got to say about that? Well, I'd say it's about time he began to feel very grateful. Grateful? Excuse me, Miss Jamesley. These packages just arrived by special messenger. Oh, oh, oh, thanks, Nina. That's your birthday? No, no, it's not my birthday. Well, a basket of fruit. Candy fruit. Now, nobody could be that hungry. What idiot thought that up? Well, isn't there a card in it? Oh, of course, of course. Well, well, well. Imagine. Someone you know? Yes, naturally. This other box is obviously candy. Is there a card? Oh, yes. From a client. All four packages from clients? A quartet. Four of them. They sing, you know, together. All very talented. Oh, hello. Hello, Henry. Oh, hello, President. Michael, do you mind? Mr. Tepernabe threw in five minutes. Oh, you're angry. What? Me? No, I should say not on the concert. Really? I hope to die. I'm delighted. I'm out of my mind. Now, why don't you wait? One more. One more? What, Professor? Yes. Oh, did you send him my... Oh, didn't Henry know? No, he didn't know, but he knows now. Oh, they're really lovely, Michael, but you shouldn't go spending your money like this. I don't start spending my loyalties. You know, I can't get up the bank. Yes, but still I don't think... I haven't been thinking about you. Carol, you work too hard. No fun. No relaxation. Oh, I never felt better in my life. I thought what they all say just before they collapse. Now get dressed. What for? Put in Henry's tell your dinner, then the theater. And after that. Well what did Henry have to do with all this? Well, he arranged for the theater to get any... And just when did all this take place? Yeah, this morning, Miss Ainsley, just before Michael went shop. Now up you go, Carol, we're having all the time in the world, you know. No, no, I can't do this, sir. This is Mr. Tepernabe. He has certain material to get from me. He's working against the deadline. Oh, don't mind me. You young folks go right ahead. Thanks, Henry. Yes, yes. I'll just stay here and use my typewriter. We'll have a quiet chat when you get home. Oh, uh, Mike, by the way, how is your singing voice? The singing voice? I don't sing, Henry. Oh, sorry. I guess I got you mixed up with a quartet. What do you mean by that? Have a good time? We have a good time. Tell him, Carol. Can you tell him? The theater was wonderful. And then we really started, didn't we, Carol? That's what we did. That's what we did. And the nightclub. Why can't I remember all of them? I can. Oh, little Carol's tired. Well, that settles it. Little Carol's going right to her beddy for a full eight hours. Sorry, Henry, no more work tonight. Oh, you're right, Mike. You two butterflies are going to fold your wings and go beddy by. Leave us not deployed. All right, my girl. To bed, you're going. Well, I can't go to bed without my milk. Milk? All my life. We could be a good boy and go get it for me. Milk butt. And warm it. Warm it. Milk butt. Milk? Warm milk? You? I hate it. It gives me cramps. Say, tell me, how do you really feel? Like an occupied country. I'll kill you. I didn't have anything to do with it. Oh, no. Little twinkle toes never had such a time, thanks to you. Well, look, it was the least one pal could do for none. Well, that's what I want to talk to you about, this pal's business. Well, perfectly harmless. Actually, I'm just an innocent biker. Getting the kick of your life already. Yeah, and so is he. So, you know, that's what you really ought to be worrying about. Hmm? So, when a guy like that gets at a guy who's never been in love before, it's just murder. Oh, and just what do you suggest? Well, I'd just call little Paul right now, if I were you, and straighten him out. Of course, it's risky. He might clear out. You leave that to me. Yeah! Yeah! Michael Cobb's screen test is an unqualified success. And the ex-professor from Buxton College, now known as Anthony Street, is the center of attention at the reception in Carroll's apartment. The party is about to break up, when Carroll greets an unexpected guest, a father of a senator. Darling, what a wonderful surprise. Providence in Washington. Can't you meet him in New York? Well... I'm Anthony Street. When I just stop by to remind you that Friday is my birthday. I know, dear. Tell me, what do you want? I want you to come home for a nice, calm weekend. But, darling, I'm leaving tomorrow for Hollywood. Hollywood? Anthony Street. I've got to see that he gets properly launched. Can't you just crack a bottle over his head? Well, honey, remember, don't tell me you'll go to these two, huh, buddy? Well, you two know each other. Pepper? Why, he wrote a first-read article about me, won't he? As your daughter's the victim this time, Senator. Well, really? Well, how long's this been going on? Too long. Yeah, days and days. But you collected everything about me in an hour. Well, I changed my methods with the subject. Well, good-bye, Carol. Phone me at the hotel. Goodbye, darling. I will. Oh, by the way, Mr. Pepper, I don't recall if you were on the list of those invited here tonight. Oh, I had to come. Your protege wants to talk to me. Oh, what? Well, here he comes. I'll ask him. Henry! Hello! Say, I've got a talk to you. Let's go in here. Excuse us, Carol. Yeah, just a little second, please. Yes, excuse us. Great party, Carol. Great. The professor was a sensation. Pat, what are you suppose they've got to talk about? No, forget it. Come on, I'll say goodbye. And funny thing, Carol knew all the time how people felt about me, like the people here tonight and millions of others. I'd become important to them, a part of their lives. And if it hadn't been for Carol, a very perceptive woman, she'd showed me how to make the most of my life, Henry. Why shouldn't I? Huh? I mean, if a man has an honest emotion toward a woman, well, why should he conceal it? You know, sheer hypocrisy. I'm glad to hear you say that, Henry. Um, come now, boys. The party's over. So you mean they're all gone? Yeah, they've all gone. Well, Mr. Pepper, no more questions to ask me? Yeah, I'll mail you the last instalments to Hollywood. You can wire any corrections if you find time, that is. Oh, why shouldn't I find time? Well, you're going to be so busy, Miss Angley. That's a lot on your hands, eh, Professor? You said it, Henry. Well, won't you stay and have a little farewell drink? No, I never talk to you. Bye now. Well, Michael, tomorrow you start the big adventure. Uh, we do, Carol. See, you and I. Oh, yes, of course, in a way. In a way. Well, there'd be no adventure if it weren't for you. You mustn't underestimate yourself. You have a vision. I wanted to make you proud. I did it for you. Well, I am proud. Proud fit to burst, and really, it's very sweet of you, Michael. And now I've got to do a little package. Carol, I'm trying to tell you something. Well, I'm listening. Really, I am. It's just that it's... Carol, I want it always to be you and I. Just you and I. Michael, you're hurting my shoulder. Let me go. I can't. I can never let you go. Michael, that's my... Oh, the phone, the phone. Let me get it. It isn't that I've got to answer it. Hello. Hello. Yes, this is Carol. Father. You want me to come over to the hotel now? With you, Carol. No, no, no, no, no. You don't. Father and daughter, sort of confidential. I can wait outside. No, I think you won't hear of it. I might be up the rest of the night. I'll see you in the morning. I'm at the office. Something urgent has come up. I've got to go to Washington. But you're going to Hollywood tomorrow. You're going, Pat. You're going to take Michael to Hollywood. Do I have? There's no alternative, but don't let him know. Tell him I'm joining you in Chicago. Chicago? Okay, you're the boy. Oh, and Pat, get me a plane reservation for Washington. Oh, call me back. I'll be right here in the office. There, now. Pepper! Yes, I figured you'd be running for your life tonight. Well, my father wants to see me. It's very important. Won't he be surprised? Look, Mr. Pepper, I said good night to you once. Do we have to go another round? Not a hair out of place. My after that struggle, I thought I'd find you at least a little breathless and panting. Oh, so you knew what was going to happen. Well, I had a rough idea. I got to wondering how you'd react. I thought you'd be surprised. Well, I had a rough idea. I got to wondering how you'd react. Well, it seems there's no reaction at all. Now, will you please get out of here? Still so cool, so safe and snark behind a big business desk. Well, what did you expect me to do? Stay home and cope with that impassioned Saint Bernard? You're humorous. Don't ever put him straight. Don't tell him that you've never actually felt anything in all your life. In fact, you don't even know he's... I do as much as you or anyone else. What happens? I don't feel for Michael Cobb. Oh, you mean another man could strike a spark beneath that blank efficiency? You can't talk to me that way. Now, once and for all, you can't talk to me that way. I never will again. This is possibly the last interview. That is when I learned the last thing I want to know. Keep away from me. What do you mean the last thing you want to know? I mean the other 90%. Up to now, I've only seen 10% function. But I've looked for something more. And if I could find it, I have an idea. I might be interested... Let me go. All this sort of thing can't happen to me twice in the same night. After all, you look like a woman. Your skin glows. Your eyes shine. And here's a man very much taken with you, standing very close by. But what's your next impulse this angry? Why, to get in his arms, isn't it? Like this. And then what? Well, the next natural compelling thing is a... is a kiss, isn't it? Like, uh... No. No, I guess not. So it winds up the biography. Today's a good night. Hello? Oh, yes, Pat. The ticket? Oh, thank you. No. No, no, I'll be back for more. I'll be back to hide my big fat business desk. The fact that my daughter's here. Carol, thank you, dear. Well, you asked for it, darling. But I thought you were going to Hollywood, Carol, with that Boolean fellow. And as a matter of fact, I was. But what are my plans compared to Dad's? Somehow this worries me. Dinner is served, Senator. And his telephone call for you was so long this... She's not here. You all go ahead. I'll only be a minute. Well, I just... Talk to him, Pat. Sure as well. Anthony Screed has disappeared. He never even got on the train. I told him you couldn't make it. So I went after the baggage. And when I came back, he was gone. But he can't just disappear. Too many people know what he looks like. Oh, Carol. Michael. Carol, I just had to see this. Pat, Pat, he's here. I'll call you back. Michael, how could you do a thing like this? You're going to Hollywood. You're disappointing millions of people. Are you listening? I haven't seen you since last night. Is that an answer? What would I be going to Hollywood for without you? I said I'd be out there. Wait, Carol. I don't want any part of this career unless it includes you. I'm not a very sweet of you, but now isn't the time to talk about it. Why not? Well, because father's waiting dinner. And the first thing you've got to do is to go to California. Without you, Carol. I mean, no. But I'm all wrong for you. I can't even bake. We should marry a nice, dirty homebody. A bucks and buckson. A bucks and buckson. A girlfriend buckson. You mean you don't care? Of course. Well, I mean, I'm very fond. I knew it. Well, Michael, now, we love to lose our heads. I must have time to think. I'll give you to Lamaroun and a quick simple marriage. What was that? You're off in my head. Ladies and gentlemen, senators are listening to the news. They want to see Anthony speak. Yeah, but that's absurd. Mr. Sweet's on his train going to Hollywood. Senator, we know he's here. Does somebody recognize him? Your quarters. Now listen, Helen, that you came down here for a last-minute conference that you're leading by plane tomorrow for the coast. With you? Oh, yes, yes. It's anything, anything. It's all right. Speak here, gentlemen. But, Carol. I'll leave you here with Mr. Sweet. Come along, there. But Carol, I don't know. Well, Mr. Sweet, why the change in plans? Well, it's nothing really. Just that Miss Ainsley and I... Yes, Mr. Sweet? Well, we... Well, I don't think she'd mind if I tell you. Confidentially, gentlemen, Miss Ainsley and I are engaged. Well, the date hasn't been set yet, but I hope for the near future. Well, getting everything you wanted, gentlemen. Well, this is wonderful. Congratulations. Yes, it'll be great in the park. Thank you so much for dropping by. Good night. Well, now dinner's waiting, Michael. Come along and I'll meet Dad's friends. Dad. You've got to cut it, Dad. It's your birthday. Well, uh, if you, uh, turn off the radio, stop stalling, turn to the floor. The candles will make a wish. It's amazing how wishes come true, Dad. What did you call me? Oh, come on, come on. I'll take a deep breath and blow... We interrupt our musical program to bring you an item of social importance from Washington, D.C. An announcement was made tonight at the home of Senator Ainsley of the forthcoming marriage of his daughter, Carol, to Anthony Street, author of The Whirlwind, and former professor at Buxton College. Did you hear what I heard? Michael, how did... Have you any idea how this happened? The piece went off that radio. Well, darling, I spoke to the press, of course, but in the strictest confidence. You don't mind, Carol? I don't mind. What are you doing here? For me, I'm the best man. Darling, I phoned Henry before I left New York. I told you I'd arranged for everything. Pepper, I want to talk to you. Me? Now, Pepper, alone. All right, Pepper. Say it. You think I engineered this wedding in cold blood, don't you? But I took the easiest way to get Michael Cobb to Hollywood. Well, I think it's very touching, this spontaneous romance. Well, I want you to know I had nothing to do with it. I... Well, I said I'd think about it. Oh, I had to tell him something. I'm sure with a whirlwind hanging in the balance, naturally. I should know better than try to talk to you. Well, then why do you? Because I do care what you think when it comes to something as important as this. Look, I see no real problem here. Mike has to go to Hollywood. Too many people expect it. Now, if marriage is the way to get him there, then marriage it ought to be. Now, you wait a minute. You will be Mrs. Whirlwind for as long as it takes to get himself, and then you'll be off to Reno and back to your job in New York while he stays put and earns you 10%. I see. And while I'm waiting for him to get settled... Oh, he won't even know the difference. He's never been in love before. He doesn't know what a really 100% woman is like. But he won't even... Hey, where are you going? Now, wait a minute. I'm not... Listen, everybody. I've got an announcement to make. There isn't going to be a wedding. No wedding. No wedding! Is that clear? I don't want a wedding. Nobody can make me have a wedding. I'm sorry, Michael. You're a handsome young man, and you have talent and a fine profile, but it won't be you if I fail to set you straight because I hated to lose you as a Whirlwind. I'm sorry. You can hate me for it, and you can walk all over me, anything but marry me. That's where a woman draws the line. I wish you all the luck in the Whirlwind, Michael, no matter what you decide. You can go back to Buxony, or you can go to Hollywood, or you can just play and go. Water woman. I usually do. Look, it's all right, Carol. It's going to be all right. I can't help it. I'm bawled in you. Carol, I know it's tough to smash this Whirlwind business. I don't care anything about that. But everything else, you standing there and all the terrible things I said to Michael. Well, they had to be said. Poor Michael. He'll never be the same. Oh, now don't you believe it. You'll go back to Buxony Celebrity, and people will come from miles around and you'll grow old and happy doing the job that he was meant to do. You think so? Of course. Pepper's always right. Well, I'll admit you've called the trends on everything so far. Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Michael. Has it ever occurred to you, Carol, that the Whirlwind is vitally important to some 80 million people? Why, yes. And wouldn't you say that that matters far more than the personal feelings of any one individual? Yes. Yes, I would. I would, too, Carol. I am not going to let my public down. I'll be leaving for Hollywood tomorrow. Good night, Carol. Henry? Back to Buxony. You certainly missed a boat on that one, Henry. Well, you know Whirlwind's unpredictable. Pepper, how about a deal? You're talented and intelligent. I'd be able to do something for you. Oh, oh, you'd have to sign a contract, however. Aangely, I, um... I might be interested on my own terms, of course. Oh, for instance? Well, for instance, no screen test. No? No options. Really? And no 10 percent. What? Now, this is strictly 50-50. Well, you better make up your mind. I'll sign a contract and exclude you. Well, take it or leave it. I'll, uh... I'll, uh... I'll take it. Welcome to Russell and Robert Cubby. Welcome back, Rob. How many performances up wonderful town did you do in New York? Oh, about 500, everything. But it wasn't as strenuous as some pictures I've made. For instance, never wave at a wax. Why not? I said, never wave at a wax. Why would you? My answer is you wave at your friends, I'll wave at mine. Rob, you remember the picture Rob made at RKO before she left for Broadway? It also starred Paul Douglas and Mary Wilson. It's sort of a play on words. Never wave at a wax. Why, didn't she use luck stuff?