I'll Be Seeing You (1944)

Shirley Temple: Barbara Marshall

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• Mr. Marshall : [after they sing a Christmas carol together]  Well, it feels pretty comfortable to have another man's voice around at Christmastime.

  Mrs. Marshall : I'm sure Barbara's doing her best to arrange that for you, Henry.

  Barbara Marshall : Oh, mother.

  Mrs. Marshall : Oh, darling. Maybe family jokes are in bad taste. They make the guest feel out of place.

  Zachary Morgan : No, ma'am. I haven't felt so easy in a long time. This is the best Christmas dinner I ever had. Yesterday, I was a stranger here. I mean, I felt like a prisoner inside myself. Now, just to be in a home like this, with people like you, maybe someplace I can come back to next month, or next year...

• Mrs. Marshall : You haven't changed, Mary. Not at all.

  Mary Marshall : Thank you, Aunt Sarah. Oh, it's so good to be here.

  Mrs. Marshall : I'm so glad to have you with us, dear. Awfully glad. Barbara, come on down! You can share Barbara's room.

  Mary Marshall : Oh, dear, I don't want to disturb anybody. I, don't ...

  Mrs. Marshall : Oh, nonsense. Barbara will love to have you. Here, for heaven's sake, give me your coat. Anyway, it's the guest room, or it was before Barbara was born. Besides, I think it would be a very good thing for Barbara. She's seventeen.

  Mary Marshall : Seventeen?

  Mrs. Marshall : And she's pretty, spoiled, and at an age, oh, you know. I think an older girl will be a very good thing for her right now. Like you. Yes, like you. Now, there's a million things to talk about, but first you want to wash up.

  Barbara Marshall : [coming downstairs]  Hello, Mary. I'm awfully glad to see you.

  Mary Marshall : Hello, Barbara. Why, I never would have known you. She's grown into a beauty.

  Barbara Marshall : Welcome home.

  Mrs. Marshall : Take Mary up to your room, dear.

  Barbara Marshall : Follow me, lady, to my boudoir. Although it's small, not much bigger than a cell. Oh, I'm sorry, Mary.

  Mary Marshall : Look, there's just one thing. We all know that I've been in prison, and I'm going back in eight days. And there's no use pretending it isn't so. It just won't be any good unless everybody says what he thinks, and doesn't try to cover up.

  Mrs. Marshall : Oh, you're a fine girl, Mary. Now go up and see your room.

• Mary Marshall : [after Barbara had partitioned all their stuff]  Barbara, what I'm in prison for isn't catching.

  Barbara Marshall : I'm sorry, Mary, I... I keep hurting you, and... I really don't want to.

  Mary Marshall : I guess it is uncomfortable for you to meet somebody who's been in prison. Maybe when you get to know me, you'll feel differently.

  Barbara Marshall : I want to know you, Mary. Really, I do.

  Mary Marshall : How much do you know about me?

  Barbara Marshall : Not much. Mother and Dad still treat me like a child. Everything's a big secret.

  Mary Marshall : I don't think it would hurt for you to know. As a matter of fact, I think it might help. When I was your age, my mother died.

  Barbara Marshall : Oh, I remember her. Way back when I was young. She used to make clothes for my favorite doll.

  Mary Marshall : Yes, she was wonderful with her hands. And some time after that, my father went north on business. And then, when he died, I was on my own. I got a very good job as a secretary, and my job brought me in contact with a lot of very nice men, one of whom, might have turned out, I thought, to be the one who would give me all the things that you dream about when you're twenty and lonely. One day, when I was called into my boss's office, he invited me to a party in his apartment. He was single, and I started dreaming. Bosses do marry their secretaries. I took what money I'd saved and I bought an evening dress. I thought it was very fancy. I wanted to look good in front of his high class friends. He had sent me an orchid, a white orchid, the first one I'd ever had. I was wearing it. When the door opened, I walked into the biggest apartment I'd ever seen. I thought it was rich and elegant. I'd wanted to impress him, so I got there a little late. I'd wanted to make an entrance all by myself, but nobody else was there. I should have had sense enough then to get out, but I didn't. He'd been drinking a long time before I got there, I guess, and he kept right on. He told me that he hadn't invited anyone else, and that the white orchid, and all that was just his way of getting me up there. I - I tried to talk my way out, and then when that didn't work, I made a break for it. I didn't scream. I was too frightened, I guess. I tried to get away from him, but I couldn't. He seemed to be everywhere. Oh, it was all mixed up like some terrible kind of a dream. Once, I almost got away, when he fell over a chair. But he caught me again, and dragged me back. Then I pushed him as hard as I could, and he fell back through the window. His apartment was on the fourteenth floor.

  Barbara Marshall : Oh, Mary... how awful.

  Mary Marshall : Maybe I shouldn't have told you.

  Barbara Marshall : No, I'm glad you did. But it's wrong. They shouldn't have sent you to prison.

  Mary Marshall : If I'd been lucky enough to get away before he was killed, then there wouldn't have been any crime. But after all, a man was dead. The jury said manslaughter. Guilty. Well, that meant six years.

• Zachary Morgan : [Mrs. Marshall comes in with a flaming plum pudding]  I never could figure out why the pudding never gets burned.

  Mary Marshall : I've never been able to figure that out either. Must be the alcohol in the brandy.

  Zachary Morgan : I think.

  Mr. Marshall : Personally, I think it's a shame to burn good brandy. That quart I brought home last week was imported cognac.

  Mrs. Marshall : Oh, don't worry, Henry, I didn't burn up the whole quart.

  Barbara Marshall : Oh, I wouldn't trust Mom with it, Dad.

  Mr. Marshall : Maybe you're right. Remember last year, how Mom got going on just a glass of sherry?

  Mrs. Marshall : Now I'm not going to listen to that again!

  Barbara Marshall : You may not believe this about your dear Aunt Sarah, but last year she got high as a kite.

  Zachary Morgan : If they're trying to drag out a family skeleton, Mrs. Marshall, I won't listen to them.

  Mrs. Marshall : Oh, it's just one of those little things that happen, people start exaggerating.

  Mr. Marshall : Exaggerate, my eye! It's as true as I sit here. Last year, Mother and I had a glass of sherry to bring in the new year. And then we went to a little gathering, all the way across town, it was. Mother had her skirt on backwards!

  Mrs. Marshall : See here, Henry, if you're in such good voice, how about a Christmas carol?

• Barbara Marshall : [caught staring at Mary]  I was just thinking, that's an awfully nice suit you have on, Mary.

  Mary Marshall : Oh, thank you, Barbara. You were thinking of something else, too.

  Barbara Marshall : As a matter of fact, I was.

  Mary Marshall : [taking of her jacket]  Where can I put this?

  Barbara Marshall : I'll take it.

  Mary Marshall : You may as well tell me, so we can both get it off our minds.

  Barbara Marshall : Well, I... I just... Well, you see, I hadn't known that they gave these vacations or furloughs to people that...

  Mary Marshall : You don't have to be shy about it, Barbara. I didn't know about it either. Till the warden told me that in this state, and a few other states, they give special furloughs to people for good behavior.

  Barbara Marshall : Well, I think it's wonderful that they have that confidence in you.

  Mary Marshall : Yes. I think so, too.

• Barbara Marshall : Dad. Dad, I want to ask you a question.

  Mr. Marshall : Fine. Fire away.

  Barbara Marshall : You know, you never told me anything about Mary. I mean, why she was sent to prison, and why she ...

  Mr. Marshall : You can find out about that some other time, when you're a little older.

  Barbara Marshall : But it can't be so secret. I don't see why I shouldn't know.

  Mr. Marshall : Barbara, you can find out about that some other time. It's just that Mary made a little mistake, and that's all there is to it.

  Barbara Marshall : But they don't send people to prison for just doing nothing.

  Mr. Marshall : Now, look, Barbara, I'm trying to listen to the radio and work this puzzle, and I can't take on any other jobs at the moment.

  Barbara Marshall : But, what if my friends ask me about her? What'll I tell them? They'll want to know why ...

  Mr. Marshall : Just tell them that Mary is your cousin. From that point on, they can mind their own business. And it seems to me that your business might be helping your mother out in the kitchen.

  Barbara Marshall : [laughing]  Oh, Dad. Sometimes the way you talk to me, you make me feel like I'm an adopted daughter or something.

• Barbara Marshall : You going back to active duty, Zach?

  Zachary Morgan : Not for a while yet.

  Barbara Marshall : Gee, you look a lot better than you did a week ago.

  Zachary Morgan : Feel a lot better.

  Barbara Marshall : Do you think it was the Marshall food that did it?

  Zachary Morgan : Must've helped. I think it was mostly your cousin Mary.

  Barbara Marshall : She's awfully nice.

  Zachary Morgan : I've noticed that, too. You know what? I think I'll marry her.

  Barbara Marshall : Are you kidding?

  Zachary Morgan : Not as far as I'm concerned. Of course, I don't know about her, yet.

  Barbara Marshall : Well, won't you mind waiting?

  Zachary Morgan : That's up to Mary, really. Things have worked out so well, that I may not have to wait as long as I thought.

  Barbara Marshall : Well, that's what the folks have always hoped, that she won't have to serve her full term now. But the fact that they let her out of prison for Christmas is a pretty good sign. You know, it wasn't until the other night, when she told me how it all happened, I realized that it really isn't her fault. She's not a criminal. I mean, not like real criminals. Oh, it's too bad that you two can't go back on the train together, but then Mary isn't due in Easton until nine o'clock tonight. She wants to spend as much time with us as she can. You can't blame her, after being locked up for three years.

• Barbara Marshall : Mary, I - I - I told him. I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't know. I told him.

  Mrs. Marshall : We're so sorry.

  Barbara Marshall : [in tears]  Mary, I... Mary, I... I'm so ashamed. Please forgive me. I love you, Mary, and I wouldn't want to hurt you, not for anything. I understand something... I understand something now that I never knew before, that you can make a mistake, do something dreadful, without meaning to... Oh, Mary!

  Mary Marshall : [choking on tears]  It's all right, Barbara.

• Mrs. Marshall : [looking at Barbara trying on a long, low-cut evening gown]  Isn't it a little old for you dear?

  Barbara Marshall : Oh for heaven sakes, mother. I'm going out with a lieutenant.

  Mrs. Marshall : Yes, darling, I'm quite aware of the responsibility of the occasion, but... that neckline...

  Barbara Marshall : Oh, so that's it! Well, for your information mother, this neckline is a moral builder!