Big Fella (1937) Paul Robeson, Elisabeth Welch, Roy Emerton | Full Movie, subtitles

Full Movie (dramatic majestic music) (upbeat orchestral music) (gentle sentimental music) "Lazin" Written by Eric Ansell Sung by Paul Robeson ♪ Whiling away the heat of the day just lazing ♪ ♪ Work to be done but not when the sun is high ♪ ♪ Folks of a town all laying around and gazing ♪ ♪ Over the sea all closes a sleepy eye ♪ ♪ No good steaming ♪ More fun dreaming ♪ Why get a move on you can't improve on lazing ♪ ♪ Taking a rest til day's in the Western sky ♪ (ship horn blasting) (urgent energetic music) (ship horn blasting) - Hey! Sailors want you on board. (ship horn blasting) - Why don't they come? What are they wasting time for? Every minute he's being taken further and further away from me. - My dear, please do keep calm. I mean to say, when the police come- - Ah, that's them. - Oh, thank heaven you've come. My boy, my Gerald, he's been taken away, kidnapped! - Just a minute. - You've got to find him. He was here last night, and now he's gone. - Now my dear, please let me deal with this. (speaking in French) Oh, this is terrible. - Now don't get alarmed. If it is a case of kidnapping, the boy won't come to any harm. Obviously they'll after money. - Well, let's give it to them then. (officers speaking French) Oh what is it, what are they saying? Why can't you speak to them? - Well, I'm not very quick at it dear. - Have you a photograph of the boy, Mrs. Oliphant? - A photograph of Gerald, what on earth for? - Because they don't know what Gerald looks like, that's why. - Oh of course, that's what you want the photograph for. Why can't they speak English? Ici. - Yes ma'am, we will do our best. (dramatic urgent music) "When I Get to Heaven" Sung by Paul Robeson ♪ I got a robe ♪ You got a robe ♪ All of God's children got robes ♪ ♪ When I get to heaven ♪ Going to put on my robe ♪ I'm going to shout all over God's heaven ♪ ♪ Heaven heaven ♪ Everybody talk about heaven ♪ Ain't going to heaven ♪ Heaven I'm going to shout all over God's heaven ♪ ♪ I got wings you got wings ♪ All of God's children got wings ♪ ♪ When I get to heaven going to hitch on my wings ♪ ♪ I'm going to fly all over God's heaven ♪ ♪ Heaven heaven ♪ Everybody talk about heaven ♪ Ain't going to heaven ♪ Heaven I'm going to fly all over God's heaven ♪ (footsteps clattering) - We want you, Joe. - What do you want me for? - We've got orders to take you to the prefecture. - Say, what is this? Isn't a fellow allowed to sing? - Monsieur commissioner wants to see you. - Me? Whatever he wants to see me about, it's not me. - Hey, come along now, it is important. - Yes but, all right, I'll come. - And over here you can see the magnificent Notre Dame de la Garde. Well, that's as far as I go for 20 francs, ladies and gents, but for another, say hey Joe? So they got you at last, have they? (laughing) So you better put the braces on him, Sergeant. - Don't worry, it don't pay to take out any jewelry when you're around. (crowd laughing) - But as I was saying, ladies and gents, for only 10 francs I'll show you the famous Chateau d'If. (knuckles rapping) - Entree. Is this the man? - Monsieur. - Now my friend, there is the matter of a missing child. The little boy of Monsieur and Madame. - Oh yes. - The inspector here has advised me to send for you. - Why me, I don't know anything about it? - No, no, no, but we fear this boy has been kidnapped. It is probably one of the gangs down in the Jolliet. Now you know them all, I understand. DuValle, de Gros, Martinet, eh? - Sure I know them, they're no friends of mine. - Now then, listen to me. You know how difficult it is for the police to get information in these places, In the ditch they are all like that, n'est-ce pas? Well, it has been suggested that you can help us. - What me, help the police? - Well you can do perhaps what they cannot do. The people in these quarters do not regard you as a treasure. Very well, and in the gossip of the bistros, you may hear something, one little world. - I don't like the idea of that. It's none of my business. - I say, we'd be most awfully grateful. It's rather getting us down, you know. It'll be worth your while of course, reward and all that. - Yes, 5,000 pounds or francs, or whatever they are. Oh, please do all you can, quickly. - All right lady, I don't know exactly what I can do, but I'll try. - Thank you. - You can count on us for any help. - Well, if there's one thing I thought I'd never be, it's a policeman. Mind you, I wouldn't do this in the ordinary way but, but if it's a kid that's different. All right, I'll see what I can do then. - One moment, you know what you're looking for, don't you? - Sure, a little boy. When I find him I'll bring him right here. - Yes, but how do you know what he looks like? - (chuckling) That's right. What does he look like, ma'am? - Here's a description, and don't forget. There's 50,000 franks if you found him. - Don't you worry, I heard. - And don't forget, nobody must know what you are doing. Otherwise you'd be useless. - It's all right Mister, I won't tell nobody. Not even if they ask me. - Joe, put it there, my old-timer. How did you get away with it, hey? - Get away with what? - Whatever you've done. You're sure lucky to get out of there so quick. - What do you mean? I haven't done anything. - Oh come off it, come off it. Who paid the bail? - I don't know what you fellas are talking about. - (laughing) I suppose those police gentlemen was just taking you along to a tea party, eh? - Well, we didn't have any tea. They just wanted to talk to me about something very serious. - Yes I know, I've had a few serious blinking talks with them myself. Come on out with it, what's the trouble? - There's no trouble I tell you, but I can't talk to you about it. - Now Joe, you don't want to upset yourself about what you've done. They can't ask you no questions that we don't know the answers. - That's right, we'll back you up. Now come on, let's work it out. What's the alibi? - Oh no, you boys have got this all wrong. They've got nothing against me. I can't tell you it was, but they just wanted me to help them out. - They didn't want you to split nothing on us, did they? - I tell you it's got nothing to do with you. Sorry I can't say no more, but the chief just told me not to talk to anybody about it. - Now you shut up, Corney. Wait'll he gets measured for his uniform. - This ain't gospel, you ain't going to be no policeman, is you Joe? - No, of course not. There's something that's got him beat. So they called me in, that's all. - Now get him, you getting paid for it? - Yeah I might, lots of dough too. - Does that mean we ain't going to have no fun no more? - No, of course not. Listen fellas, when we're knocking around, I want you to keep your eyes and ears open. - What for? - Well I told you, I can't tell you. - Oh I see, well if we hears about something what we don't know nothing about, we'll let you know. - I don't quite understand this. - Well, don't let on I told you, that's all. - Now Corney, you keep your mouth shut. (horn blaring) (energetic lively music) (suspicious mysterious music) Come on now Joe, out with it, what's the idea? Every time you see a kid, you act as though you've gone sketchy. - Yeah, anyone would think you'd was out to doing a bit of kidnapping. - Shh, don't say anything about kidnapping. You'll give it all away. - Oh, now we're getting somewhere. So it's something to do with kidnapping, eh Joe? - I've told you, I can't say anything about it. If anybody was to get wise as to what I'm after, I wouldn't get anywhere. - You is looking for a kid then, ain't you? - Who told you that? - Oh not you Joe, not you my lad. Just a bit of a clever deduction on our part. Come on now, what kid is he? - Well, the police told me to keep it to myself. But since you seem to know all about it, I'll let you in on it. But don't forget, we got to keep it dark. It's an English boy. His father and his mother came over on one of those boats out there, and the very first night it was in dock the little fella was pinched. Well now the police have an idea that some of the boys down in the ditch have got him, and going to stick up for a lot of dough before they pass him over. And the mother's scared stiff the little kid's going to get hurt, and they've asked me to see what I can do to help find the boy, that's what it's all about. - Mr. Joe blinking Sherlock, chief of the lost property department. - Well after all, it's the only kid they've got and it does seem tough. And there's 50,000 francs reward too. Anyway, I said I was going to do it. - 50,000 francs, come on Corney. - Boy, I'm following. (Georges singing in French) (crowd applauding) "One Kiss" by Eric Ansell & James Dyrenforth, Sung by Elisabeth Welch ♪ Ask for no heaven-sent wonder ♪ ♪ Like love that's eternal and true ♪ ♪ Such love may fill every novel but still ♪ ♪ You're in luck if it happens to you ♪ ♪ Often it's just one more blunder ♪ ♪ To let this mad dream even start ♪ ♪ So when it's done be contented with one perfect moment ♪ ♪ To keep in your heart ♪ One kiss such a little thing to ask ♪ ♪ But it helps a bit to mask a heartache ♪ ♪ One kiss just to treasure through the days ♪ ♪ After he has said your ways must part ♪ ♪ Once your romance becomes an ember ♪ ♪ For you no happiness will you remember ♪ - Say Georges, have you got any milk? - Milk? ♪ One kiss one sweet echo of his love ♪ ♪ In the secret places of your heart ♪ (audience applauding) - Three beers, Georges. (crowd chattering) - Did you see him? No natural man don't do that. - Milk, wasn't it? - Yes, milk. Not for himself though. I'll tell you what that's for. - A kid. - Ssh. Come on. (mysterious urgent music) - What the hell do you guys want? Get out of here. - Wait a minute, we've been watching you all evening. - You got someone hidden in there. - No I haven't. - What are you taking food in there for? - Yeah, and slinking up them stairs like a kidnapper. - Kidnapper, what you're talking about? - Get out of the way, we're going in that door. - No sir, you're not. - Awful anxious to keep us out, aren't you? - What's in there is no business of yours. - That's just where you're wrong, it is our business. - [Corney] A big husky like you ought to be ashamed of yourself for what you've done. - You guys can't butt in on things that don't concern you. You're asking for trouble and you'll get it. You're not going in there. - Come on boys, we're in, come on boys. I can't properly hold him. Get some light, Joe. Sit on his head, Corney. - [Corney] That's what I'm doing. (yelling) - Get off of my head. (grunting) Get out of there, get out of there. - See fellas, see what I found. (Joe and Chuck laughing) And he ain't the one in the photo, neither. (Joe Corney and Chuck laughing) - One good crack out of you guys and I'll knock your blocks off. (Joe Corney and Chuck laughing) - Nice thing when you've got no privacy in your own private apartment. - All right, all right. Fermer your blinking bouche, it's finished. - Finished? Yeah. And you come back into my affairs again and you'll be finished. - Well how was we to know? - That's all right, boy. You ain't got nothing to worry about, you's acquitted. - I'm a what? - You's acquitted. - Acquitted? Say, who reckons they can acquit me of anything? - That's all right, forget it. Just made a mistake, that's all. Boy, when I saw you sneaking up those stairs, I sure thought you was hiding something I'm looking for. - Yeah? Well anything I keep in my own place is my own business, see? - All right, all right. I just got to keep my eyes open, that's all. - Yes, and if Joe wants to bust into people's rooms now, he can bust into people's rooms, see? - Sure, he can do the same as any other policeman can. You think yourself lucky you aren't arrested. - Arrested? Since when have they made Joe a cop? - Why, since they pinched that little fellow off the liner. - Hey, what's that? - Oh, don't take any notice of him. Course I'm not a cop. - What little fellow? - That's what I'm keeping to myself. - Oh, so there's a little kid been pinched off a liner and you're the only guys can track him out, hey? (laughing) Say, ain't they given you no badge? - Oh cut it out, will you? - Okay, Sergeant. (laughing) - Hi there, big fella. - Hello Manda. - Why didn't you come in earlier? - I've been tending to some business. - Oh, so your boyfriend, here's been taking you around. - What, that big stiff? Not likely. But I have seen one funny thing with Mr. Spike this evening. - You keep except shut about that. - All right, sister. (laughing) - Say, where it is everybody. Have they stopped selling drinks in his joint? (Chuck mimicking meowing) (crowd laughing) So you had to blab, did you? (Spike and patrons yelling) - Oh come on, sit down and let's have a drink. - I'll get them for you, what do you want? - You know what the boys have, get one for Spike. What do you say fellas, let's hear that music. (violin mimicking meowing) (crowd laughing) (crowd chattering) (crowd laughing) - So because I've taken a stray, you think I'm soft, hey? - You were so lovable, hey? - How about this fella? He's the one who was after milk, he's collecting babies. (crowd laughing) Talk about me and stray kittens, how about him and stray kids? - [Patron] Go on, spill it. - Say, wait a minute. You're not letting out about that, are you? - See, kind of modest, ain't he? Shall I tell you something? - [Crowd] Yeah! - Any of you gentlemen kidnap a little boy? (crowd laughing) 'Cause you better mind your step when Joe's around. He's imagining being a cop now. (crowd laughing) - Do you want to take my fingerprints? (crowd laughing) - Aw, quit your fooling. Just because the cops asked me to give them a little advice. (crowd laughing) - Why don't you people pipe down? You ought to show more respect. Supposing his buddy the Commissaire wants to come in? Why he- - Here Spike. Your kitty wants to be fed. (crowd laughing) (Joe laughing) - What do you got to laugh at, you big bozo? The boys were peaceful enough till you came in. What sort of a cop do you think you are? - Please ma'am, don't bring that up again. - Every time you in Spike get friendly, something gets broken. - Well, I didn't know those guys were going to start lamming each other. - Well, if it's rough-housing you're looking for, come to me, I'll give you all you want. - Say, if he wants to make a noise, I'll fix him. This way, big fella. "Roll Up Sailorman" by Eric Ansell & Henrik Ege, Sung by Paul Robeson Hey boys, what do you want to hear? - [Crowd] "Roll Up Sailor Man"! (crowd clapping) ♪ Oh the harbor sharks they lie in wait ♪ ♪ As they prowl around by the big dock gate ♪ ♪ They're all lined up for an easy job ♪ ♪ For a sailor man he is easy to rob ♪ ♪ It's roll up sailor man you're everybody's friend ♪ ♪ The moment that you land upon the shore ♪ ♪ Roll up sailor man you've got a dime to spend ♪ ♪ You're just the man your pals are waiting for ♪ ♪ Buy them beer and get 'em singing ♪ ♪ Lead the chorus with a roar ♪ But it's scram you sailor when your money's at an end ♪ ♪ Go off with you to sea and earn some more ♪ ♪ It's roll up sailor man from all the rotten scum ♪ ♪ The moment that you land upon the shore ♪ ♪ It's roll up sailor you can pay for all the rum ♪ ♪ So nobody will have to order more ♪ ♪ Crimps and runners rob your pockets ♪ ♪ While you're helpless on the floor ♪ ♪ It's scram you sailor man to hell or kingdom come ♪ ♪ You're just the rube the sharks are waiting for ♪ ♪ Mm do do do di do da do do do do ♪ - Blooming fools, ain't they? - Who is? - These here fish. They are really, when you come to think of it. - I don't know about that, but they sure are going to make a good dinner after a while. - That's what I meant, that's why isn't it? - I don't get what you driving at. - Well, they think they've got something to eat and we've got something to eat. Good bait too, isn't it Joe? - Yeah. That's the trouble. - Well, good bait ain't no trouble, is it? - Well you know, folks go swimming around happy, enjoying themselves and taking what comes along, until suddenly something's dangled in front of them that looks mighty tasty. They grabs at it and before they know what's up, they're stuck on a hook. And then where are they? Wishing they'd left it alone. - Don't see how there could be an hook in that 50,000 francs you was after. - Ah, forget it. What's the use looking for a needle in the haystack, anyway? - Yeah, but I bet if you was to wipe up all that dough, some of those blokes that was taking the rise out of you last night, wouldn't half be sticking in a few hooks. - Yes, that's just how it would be. (boys laughing) - Oy young fellow, my lad, look what you've done. You's had a bashing with his batting. - I'm awfully sorry, but I didn't see it. - All right, young fella. You run along before I smack your bottom, and the next time you want to look, say come here, what's your name? - Oh, I haven't got a name, let me go. - You haven't got a name? Hey Chuck, Corney, come here. Well, if this don't beat the band. - By golly, if it ain't him. - The English kid, the one you got the picture of. - Looks like it to me. That's all right son, we're friends of yours. You're the Oliphant kid, aren't you? - No no, I'm not. I don't know who he is. My name isn't Gerald, it's Jim. I live with the other boys, let me go! - No you don't son, we know all about you. I've seen your dad and your mom, they think you're pinched. - I'm not going back to them, leave me alone! Francois, Docky and Mivy, rescue! Help me get away! - [Chuck] Here, what are you doing? - Rescue, help me get away! - [Chuck] Hey, what's this? - [Gerald] That's right, get him! Get him, kick him! - Get his clothes, Corney! - Don't let him, don't let him! - Bet he don't get them this time, he won't. Go on boys, hold him! - Well now, for the Lord's sake. - [Gerald] Go on, push on! - He ain't got no clothes now. That little rascal throwed them in the water. - Well, I'll get some of mine and take him over to my place. - No you won't. Oh, now let me go. No you don't, no, no. Leave me alone, leave me! Oh, let me go. Where are you taking me to? Let me go, let me go! - Hello, say big fella, what do you got there? - Can I come in a minute? - Sure. - I'll tell the authorities, I will, I'll tell the authorities. Where have you brought me? Oh look, now you've gone and mucked everything up. - Say, what's this? - The kid. - What kid? - Gerald Oliphant. - Well I'm pleased to know you, Mr. Oliphant. Say, but who is he anyway? - You know, the little boy they thought was pinched. Taking him back to his folks. - Never fear, I'm not going back. And I wasn't stolen, I ran away. - You ran away, what all of your own accord? - You bet. - what'd you do that for? Your folks are rich, aren't they? Didn't you have everything you wanted? - No I didn't, that was the trouble. I wanted to enjoy myself like other boys. I'm going to be a sailor when I grow up. Had a fine time since I've been down with the boys, Mivy and Francois and Docky. They're real men, they are. Mivy's all over bruises, got a lovely one on his knee. Francois, he can blow his nose without a handkerchief. Do you think they'd let me do things like that? No fear, well I think I'd better be going back to the boys now. - That's just what you're not going to do, young fella. You're going back where you belong. - Bet you don't. - No? - But you can't take him back looking like he's just been born. - That's why I brought him here first. Got to rig him out in something. - Oh please, don't take me back. If you do, they'll only start fussing worse than ever. - Well, I don't know. - There you are, see what we found? - Sure, but how'd you get on his track? - We didn't have to do no tracking. He came like manna from heaven. - Well what are you going to do about some clothes for him? - Shall I go to your room and get some of yours, Joe? - I don't exactly think they'd fit. (Gerald laughing) - Well couldn't they be cut down? - Yes I know, cut off a leg of his trousers to make him an overcoat, hey? Don't talk wet. (group laughing) - Wait a minute, maybe I can do something. Corney, hand me those scissors over there. - Why didn't you leave me alone where I was? You enjoy yourself, don't you? You're not always having your ears washed and being bathed to smell nice. Oh come on, be a sport. - It's nothing to do with us. I'm going to have to take you back to your mammy, and you're going back. - Come over here, young fellow. Let's fix you up in these. - Yes, but they're girl's clothes. - But you can't go around like that with a lady about. These other fellows don't. - All right then. - That's fine, come on, let's get going. - Now wait a minute, you said they think I was stolen. All right, I'll say I was. Yes I will, I'll say you came and took me when I was asleep, and that you've been hiding me away. - He's hot for a little one, ain't he? - What's the good of doing that? They wouldn't believe you. - Wouldn't they? You'll see. I'll tell my mother, and she knows I never tell lies. You'll see what won't happen then. - Come on and get your trousers on. - Well here, you wouldn't do a thing like that, would you? - I will, if you take me back like this, I'll say you stole my clothes and sold them for money. If they ask you where they are, you won't be able to show them. See, I'm tough I am. - Here, I don't like the sound of that. - What do you mean? You're not going to let him scare you. - You jolly well wait and see. - You wouldn't get us fellas into trouble, would you? We ain't done nothing to you. - I will, I'll think up everything I can think of, and I'll tell it all to the police. - I promise I believe the little devil would do. - They wouldn't take any notice of him. - What if they wouldn't take no notice of us? - By golly you're right, I wouldn't trust them, the lies they believe about me sometime. Well, they was nearly lies anyway. - What do you want me to do then? - Just let me go, that's all. I won't say anything about it. - Here, I ain't going to take him back. Only be asking for trouble. - Nor me neither. If they're looking for kidnappers, they won't hesitate to make us them. - I'm beginning to wish we hadn't found him. Look it here young fella, make up your mind. You mean you want to go back to those little Arabs? - Yes that's it, I want to, oh wait a minute though. I might get caught again. I say, I've got a good idea. I think I'll stay here. - What? - Yes, that's what I'll do. I think I could have some fun with you. Are you a sailor? - No, I have been but, say what do you mean, you want to stay here? You can't do that. - Oh, can't I? If you don't let me, you know what I'll do? - Well, this is her place. - Why isn't she your wife? - Say, wait a minute fella. You've been going pretty fast, but you can just lay off that. (men laughing) - Promise you won't give me away, and I'll promise I won't give you away. - Well of all the blinking nerve. - You wouldn't do this to us. - Now come on, promise. I know what, I'll make you Bumpties. - You going to make us what? - Bumpties, that's my secret society. All the boys down at the docks are called Bumpties now. That's why they didn't give me away. - What are you talking about, secret societies? - Come on, you better learn the Bumpties sign. Then it'll be honor bright. Put her there, you do the same. Now the other one now say, "Bumpty, I swear." - [Men] Bumpty, I swear. - And couldn't I? (group laughing) - That's right, hit him. No, wait until he drops his hand, then hit him. That's the idea. (Joe laughing) - Oh, did I hurt you? - No, no. But ext time keep your arms up, so I can't hit you back. Like this, see? That's the style, you keep on like that, you'll soon be a sailor. (laughing) Ouch! - Ooh, I am sorry. - No, that's all right. What are you taking those off for? - I think we better stop, or I really will hurt you. Then you would send me home, wouldn't you? - Yes, that's what I ought to be doing, by rights. You know son, you can't go on staying here. You got to remember, your folks'll be worrying about you. Oh, very well for you to want to strike out on your own, but- - You ran away when you were my age, you told me so. - I know, that's got nothing to do with it. - What did your folks say when you ran away? - I don't know, I haven't seen them to ask them. Anyway, that's different. I can't see why you want to stop here. You've got a nice big ship to sail in, with your mommy and your dad. - Yes, but there's not much fun in that. Oh, I wish I could grow up and do as I like. - I wouldn't be in too much a hurry for that, son. It's only when you're a man that you know how grand it is to be a little boy. - Yes. But it's such a long time to wait. - I remember I used to talk like that when I wasn't even as big a fella as you are. My mammy called it reaching for the moon. "Ma Curly Headed Baby" by G.H. Clutsam. Sung by Paul Robeson She used to sing me a song about it. ♪ Oh my baby my curly headed baby ♪ ♪ We'll sit below the sky and sing a song to the moon ♪ ♪ Oh my baby my curly headed baby ♪ ♪ Your daddy's in the cotton field ♪ ♪ Awaken late and soon ♪ So la la la la la la lullaby bye ♪ ♪ Does you want the moon to play with ♪ ♪ Or the stars to run away with ♪ ♪ They'll come if you don't cry ♪ ♪ So la la la la la la lullaby bye ♪ ♪ In your mammy's arms be creeping ♪ ♪ And soon you'll be asleep in la la ♪ ♪ La la la la la la lullaby ♪ Oh my baby my curly headed baby ♪ ♪ I'll sing you fast asleep and love you so as I sing ♪ ♪ Oh my baby my curly headed baby ♪ ♪ Just tuck your head like little bird ♪ ♪ Beneath his mammy's wing ♪ So la la la la la la lullaby bye ♪ ♪ Does you want the moon to play with ♪ ♪ Or the stars to run away with ♪ ♪ They'll come if you don't cry ♪ ♪ So la la la la la la lullaby bye ♪ ♪ In your mammy's arms be creeping ♪ ♪ And soon you'll be asleep in la la ♪ ♪ La la la la la la lullaby - Come on you little rascal, get your clothes off and get into bed. - You're going to let me stay here, then? - Well, that seems to be the idea. - You know, I've been preaching like a Dutch uncle all evening, and now you've let me down. - Go on, you knew he was going to stay anyway. Come on, hop into bed. - Well I think I'll have some more cake. - Oh no you won't, you just get right into bed. - Gee, what a fine bed this is. - Well, it'll do anyway, for the time being. Hurry up now, I've got to be going. - Well what about some pajamas? - What are you going to do about that? Do you wear such things? - You mind your own business. (Joe laughing) Here, put this on. Gosh, I ought to be down the cafe by now. That old frog will be raising the roof. - I don't think I'll come along tonight. Just hang around in my room, in case the kid wakes up and feels lonely. - I don't look much like a sailor in this, do I? (adults laughing) Oh, I haven't said my prayers. Sailors always say their prayers, don't they? - Sure. - Do you say yours? - Yeah. - All right, you say them with me. - Go on, it won't hurt you. - God bless Mother and Father, and Joe and Manda, and Mr. Chuck and Mr. Corney. And please God, don't let the police find me. Oh, and God bless Joe, Amen. That's for not saying Amen. - Nice fella. All right, in you go. - You're not frightened of being alone, are you? You know I've got to sing down at the cafe. - No, I think it's grand being here. - Well good night, you son of a gun. - Goodnight fella, if you want anything, I be just across the way. - So you're not coming down with the boys tonight? - No, I think I'll stay you this evening, anyway. - Well that kid certainly put one over on you. (chuckling) If it wasn't that he got you in a jam, it would certainly strike me as being very funny. - What do you mean, got me in a jam? - Well you've kidnapped him, haven't you? - Me kidnapped him? Seems more like he's kidnapped me. - (chuckling) Better not let any of your police friends find him here, i can just imagine myself now walking all the way down to see you in the jail. - Would you do that? - Well, I've never seen inside a jail. - You don't mind my not coming along, do you? - Why should I mind? Doesn't make any difference to me, except perhaps it might be a bit more room. - Suppose it won't worry you, having the little fellow to look after. - Worry me? I could look after a much bigger fellow than that and not worry. (dramatic tense music) (jaunty harmonica music) - You're getting that all wrong. You've got the end at the beginning. - Well, that's how you sing it, isn't it? - No. - How does it go? - Well. - Do they mind people kicking up a row here? - I don't think so, why? - Well, will you sing it right through for me, properly? - All right, you listen then. (Joe singing in French) ♪ They are peanuts my English friend to you ♪ - So you have no news of the little English boy, huh? - No, no news at all. - Eh bien, you will keep your eyes open. You will not forget, huh? - Oh no, I won't forget. I always keep my eyes open. - And we, we keep our eyes open too, eh? - Have you seen anything? - Oh yes, (laughing) we have seen a lot of things. And when we are ready (squeaking) we will close the net. If you find the scoundrel, we make it hot for him. - Yeah, sure. - Now Oliphant, he still think we find the poor little fellow around the cafe. But for me I say no. it is in some room that we will find him I think, perhaps a room like this eh, who knows? (laughing) But there are not many hiding places in Marseilles that we do not know. Very soon we will find the villain, and then he get the clink, you get the money. We get the credit, everybody happy. - It sounds fine to me. - So you look for him, we look for him, but I think we fight him first. (laughing) (speaking in French) Bonjour, mademoiselle. (laughing) (Joe and Gerald laughing) (lively jazz music) (feet tapping) Tap dancing (audience applauding) - Why hello there, aren't you on duty tonight? (laughing) - What's wrong with the Montevideo tonight? Have they thrown you out already? - No, I like to see some of these cheap dives occasionally. - Here, you'd better keep your eye that fella over there, he hopes to get 50,000 francs, he hopes. - Well, in the meantime let's get a drink out of him. - Sure. - Going to buy a drink for lady? - Sure, why not? - Pour me a glass of champagne and none of your cheap stuff. Why don't you come to the Montevideo sometimes? Lot of fun over there, you know? - The boys have a lot of fun just knocking around here. - Yeah, and it ain't so heavy on the spondolicks. - Oh, and it doesn't cost so much money either. - [Spike] Ain't you find that kid yet, Joe? - Oh forget it, will you? - Thank you buddy. (lighthearted dance music) That's good stuff. (laughing) Come on kid. (laughing) - Any of you boys seen Manda? She ought to have been here by now. - Well perhaps she's just looking after- - Perhaps she's just looking after herself. - Well, she'd better look after herself if she doesn't want to get fired. - You can't fire Manda, you'd close your place in a week. - Oh you think so, do you? Well what I won't say to that girl when she does come is nobody's business. Well come along Manda, where you been all evening? - I'm sorry I'm late. - Anything wrong? - No, but I'd like to speak to the boys just a minute, then I'll be ready. - What's the matter? - He's gone. - You mean the kid? - Yes, when I went back to change a little while ago he wasn't there, and his clothes are gone too. Looks like he's bolted again. - I don't like the sound of that. - Well don't do anything yet. I'll go and do my number, and I'll come back and talk to you. - Now we are in the soup. - Do you think he's gone back to his folks? - No, I don't think he'd do that. - Perhaps someone else has found him up there. - What do you mean? "Harlem in My Heart Music" by Eric Ansell & James Dyrenforth, Sung by Elisabeth Welch - Shh, wait til Manda stops singing. ♪ Harlem can't you leave me alone ♪ ♪ Why do you stay in my mind ♪ I left you flat went away on my own ♪ ♪ But it's just no use I find ♪ Harlem why do you call ♪ I've wandered too far can't come back at all ♪ ♪ I know I left you I was so smart ♪ ♪ But you're calling me Harlem ♪ You're still in my heart ♪ I told you Harlem you were too small ♪ ♪ For someone like me I'm crazy that's all ♪ ♪ And I've been sorry right from the start ♪ ♪ 'Cause Harlem you're still in my heart ♪ ♪ I thought I wanted the world ♪ I meant to have it all too ♪ But now I know that the world ♪ ♪ Begins and ends for me round Lennox Avenue ♪ ♪ Oh Harlem I didn't know ♪ When I went away I'd long for you so ♪ ♪ I want to go back never to part ♪ ♪ 'Cause Harlem you're still in my heart ♪ (audience applauding) - See, I'm worried about that kid. What are we going to do? - It's all right, he's here. - Say, what are you doing here? I thought I left you home in bed. - You don't sing badly, my dear. Why don't you buy her a drink too? - Well since when have you been a waitress here? - Oh, this place wants waking up, see you later. ("Can-Can") (crowd screaming) (crowd chattering) - Where's Spike? Come on fellas. - Yeah, two days he was shut away in that cellar with a bunch of Dagos keeping him hid, six of them. And were they tough. Two of them I knocks out, grabs the little boy and punches my way through. And I'm lucky to be here now. - It isn't true, I wasn't in any cellar. I was with Joe and the boys, don't believe him. - Darling, you mustn't say that. Oh thank heaven we've got you back. It's spite of those dreadful clothes they put you in. Mommy knew some horrible men had got you. - Oh, but I wasn't kidnapped. They weren't horrible, they were jolly good. I made them Bumpties. - Bumpties? - Maybe he's a little lightheaded. He's been through it a bit. We've been through it together, ain't we son? - Don't you touch me, it's all fibs you're saying. - Oh you must forgive him, he's been so upset. - Daddy, don't listen to him. - Now Gerald, don't get so excited. Half a dozen of 'em were, there? Did you hear that, my dear? Jolly plucky, I call it. - Oh that's nothing, I've been in tougher spots. - Well, if a mother's blessing will reward- - Yeah sure, thank you lady. But wasn't the little mention of- - Really, we're most extremely grateful. Don't know how to express it. - That's okay, but I read something somewhere- - Darling, you must remember him in your prayers. - Not likely, he's nothing else but a big fibber. - Well, can I collect? - Collect, what? - He means the recompense Monsieur, the reward. That's is, n'est-ce pas? - Well, when a guy's been through what I've been through. - All right, all right, we know. - Why of course, of course, jolly pleased. Brought it down here directly I knew the boy was safe. - Don't give him any money, he didn't do anything. All he did was- - Be quiet Gerald, 50,000 francs. I don't grudge a penny of it, not a sou. (men shouting) - Qu'est-ce que c'est? - He was the one that sneaked me out of the cafe. Joe found me, he's a fine chap. - Well, I hate to butt in, but- - What the heck do you want here? - You know what I want here. I got wise to you straight away. - You couldn't get wise to anything. - Look at him, Monsieur Commissaire. - What do you want to let this guy in for? - Please, the matter is settled. - But that is the one, Mother. He and Manda looked after me. - If this guy found him, why didn't he bring him here then? - I'd have brought him here quick enough if he'd wanted to come. - But I didn't want to come. - What's this big bozo doing here anyway? - Wait until I put you outside and I'll tell them. - Put me outside, would you? (laughing) Why, I'd wipe the floor with you. - Go on Joe, give him a walloping. - Silence, how dare you behave like that in my office? And you, you have your money, then go and settle your affair outside. - If you think you can get away with this- - Don't worry, I am getting away with it. (chuckling) - Oh why do you always spoil my fun? (crying) - Hey, you wait a minute. - Well, that's the way to make a bit of honest dough. - Yes, and the poor kid, he didn't want to go back. - Well, that's his business. - Yes and that dough's my business. - Yeah? Well we don't want to fall out over this. You know, you boys got me all wrong. I only wanted to get outside so we could fix a share out. What about meeting a bit later and talking it over? - Let's talk it over now. - All right then Joe, 50/50? I know a nice little place where we can go and cut it up. Come on boys. - Did you get it? - Come on in boys, sit yourselves down. Had a bit of luck this evening, kid. I'm just going to share in on some dough with the boys. - [Marietta] So you want a little drink, eh? - If that's all right, fix some, it's coming up. Make yourselves to home. Any friend of Joe's a friend of mine. You didn't think I was the sort of guy that only looked after himself, did you? No sir, I seen you were shy of taking the kid back to the station, so I did it for you that's all, okay? All right, then we'll split fair. One, one, pass on the drinks, kid. Look after my gentleman friends, one. - There you are Joe. Any friend of Spike's can get anything he wants. - Sure, that's me all over. I knew you was too soft-hearted to take that kid back. - That's what I like about you, Joe. You are so very soft-hearted. - You know, you fellas have got me all wrong, 'cause I'm a soft-hearted fella too. - Well, kid was having such fun. Seemed a pity the spoil it for him. - Yeah, but we got to look after ourselves. Say, that's a nice little wad, ain't it? Now you two boys, I'm not going to leave you in the cold. Here you are now we're all in luck. - Boy, the world's my friend. - Yes but- - Don't thank me, you're welcome. - Well, let's get down to the cafe and have a little party, eh? - That's the idea, what about it Joe? You coming along too? - You bet I am. We ought to get a couple of drinks with this anyhow. - Wait a minute Joe, you don't want to go back with that cheap little dive, do you? You've got plenty of money. Why not come with us and make whoopee, huh? - Oh, I don't know. - Oh do come with us, we'll take you to a nice place. - What, the Montevideo? Bit too posh for us. - Yeah, it sure is. Why, it costs you 20 francs to hang your hat up in there, don't it? - You needn't come if you don't want to. Well, maybe you boys wouldn't like it. Joe's going to step out with us for a bit. He'll see you later. - Right so my lad, come on Corney. - Yes, I think I'd like to go along with the boys. - You're not nervous of stepping out a little, are you? - Oh, of course not. - Who's stopping you? You haven't got to ask anybody, do you? - I'm not tied to anybody's apron strings. I do what I like and go where I like. ♪ Oh you Mississippi why do you keep taking them away ♪ "River Steals My Folks from Me" by Michael Carr & Will Grosz, Sung by Paul Robeson ♪ Full skeins of cotton this old plantation ♪ ♪ Somehow they know it must be ♪ When they see that steamer ♪ Taking folks to Harlem ♪ River steals my folks from me ♪ ♪ You hear that steamer down on the levee ♪ ♪ It leaves me sad as can be ♪ Oh I know that steamer's taking folks to Harlem ♪ ♪ The river steals my folks from me ♪ ♪ My little children grow up and leave me ♪ ♪ They seem to think they'll be free ♪ ♪ So they board that steamer heading off to Harlem ♪ ♪ The river steals my folks from me ♪ ♪ Oh you Mississippi can't you hear me pray ♪ ♪ Oh you Mississippi why do you keep taking them away ♪ ♪ Those fields of cotton this old plantation ♪ ♪ Somehow they know it must be ♪ When they see that steamer taking folks to Harlem ♪ ♪ The river steals my folks from me ♪ (gentle sentimental music) - Well, I expect he'll turn up in the morning. I shouldn't worry. - Why should I worry? Joe can go where he likes and do what he likes. He's not tied to my apron strings. Good night boys. - Well, here's to a very good evening. (lively jazzy dance music) (knuckles rapping) - [Joe] Manda, Manda. (whimsical sad music) - Feeling better now? - Sure, I feel fine. - Right, now get the heck out of here. - Why you want to talk like that, Manda? I'm awful sorry about all this. - Sorry? You're not half as sorry as when you came in here. - Well don't you understand, I- - Sure I understand, and I can say it for you too. You were just coming back from the share out when you happened to pass by the Montevideo, and Spike asked you in for a few minutes. He's such a swell guy, you couldn't let him down. So you've been around holding him up all night. Ha, that's grand. - I ain't never going out on a jag with that Spike no more. - Of course you're not, now that he's cleaned out of all your money. - He didn't do nothing like that. - He didn't have to, with that dame of his around, all he has to do is sit back, and watch her do her knitting. - Oh now, don't- - I know, she happened to leave just before the party began, but it was just too bad that she turned up again. - Why do you want to get sore at her? You know she's not the kind that appeals to me. - It wouldn't break my heart if she did. Just because they're making a sucker out of you, you're not going to make one out of me. Now get out of here, I'm sick of looking at your face. You big overgrown fool, get out. (ship horn blasting) - Now then Gerald, you'd better get back into bed or you'll catch cold. - No, I'd rather look out of here. I'm all right. - Well, would you like to get dressed then? - If I do, can I go down to see the boys? - Darling, you know your mother wouldn't like that. - No, but I should. - Now do try a little of this, it's very nice. (lips smacking) Nanny likes it. - All right, you can have it then. - Oh dear, oh dear. - I don't care what you say, Ferdy. He's never been like this before. They must have ill treated him. - But he wouldn't want to go back my dear, if they had. - He hasn't got a temperature, madam. - Good. - But he still won't eat anything. All he wants to do is sit and look out of the window. - Dear, oh dear, oh dear. He'll be really ill soon. - Good morning. - Oh do come in, doctor. - Well, how is he? - Well, he hardly slept at all again last night. - He's right off his food, you know. - He hasn't got a temperature though, I've just tried it. - Oh, well I suppose I have a few words with him alone. Perhaps I could do something. Well, young fellow my lad, how are you? - Mother's only just outside darling, if you want her. He'll be all right with you, won't he doctor? - Why, of course. Now can have a much better chat on our own, can't we? I don't believe in worrying a chap about food when he's not feeling fit. - I wish they wouldn't either. - Well, perhaps they don't understand. Now I'm a sailor and I like to get things straight. Now just what is the matter? You know, you're what we call swinging the lead. - What's that? - Well, you're not ill really. - Why didn't they leave me alone when I was having such fun? Nobody'd hurt me, Joe would see to that. He's a fine chap. He showed me how to splice ropes and make chips, and I feel I could do anything when I was with him. Why can't I stay here with Joe and Manda? Father and Mother could stay too, and then I could see them often. - No, but you can't stay here. We are sailing tomorrow morning. - Well, if I die before we get home, they'll all be sorry, and it won't be my fault. - Well, well, well, we can't have you dying, can we? we better do something about that. In the meantime you try and tuck into some of that grub. - Well doctor, what can we do? - Do you think a specialist or something? - I may as well tell you what's the matter with that boy. He's been spoiled all his life. He's been used to having everything he wants and now he can't get it, that's the whole trouble. He's obviously taking a violent fancy to this fellow they call Joe, and he's working himself up into a state of nervous frustration about it. Now the best thing to do is to give into him like you have before, and get this fellow down here to see him, and then perhaps it'll settle down and return to normal again. - You're sure of that, doctor? - That's my advice. - Go and get him, Ferdy, and bring him straight back here. Now pay him anything he wants, but please be quick. - [Chuck] Oh, there you are. - There's a gentleman outside looking for you. - He's young Gerry's father. He says the kid's ill and he's been asking to see you. - The little fellow's ill? Sure, I'll come right away. - Here he is. - Joe! - Hello boy, how are you? - Ferdy be quiet, you know you always excite him. Well, I'll leave you two together. - How did you get here? Why, I am pleased to see you. - I'm certainly glad somebody's glad to see me. - Oh, this is fine. - What's this they tell me about you being very ill? - Oh I'm all right, but I couldn't sleep. I was wondering how you and the boys were. - Well, we've just been knocking around, you know? - Did you get the money? You know, for finding me? - Oh yes, I got some of the money all right. - Have a good time? - Oh no, we don't want to talk about that. Tell me, what you been doing with yourself? - I don't know, I just couldn't eat anything. - Well, that looks pretty good to me. You mean to say you don't like that? - No. - Can I have one? - Yes, rather. - Gee, it sure is good. Don't you want one too? - All right. - What's in there. - That's barley water. - Barley water? - Can I have some? - Yes. - You want some too? - All right. (Joe exhaling) Did you like that? - I sure needed that. It's the best drink I had in a long time. Did you want another one? - All right, how's Manda? - She's all right. - Corney and Chuck? - Fine. - You were surprised when I came down to the cafe that night, weren't you? - I certainly was. - Remember that night when we were looking out the window, you told me about the lights? - Sure was fun, wasn't it? - What was that song you used to sing to me? - What that? That was only a little baby song. - Oh I see, not for a chap like me. - No, I've got something else to tell you. ♪ Now you listen little fella before you goes to sleep ♪ ♪ 'Cause I'm talking like your pappy would ♪ ♪ Giving you advice that a little boy should keep ♪ ♪ If he's going to grow up to be good ♪ ♪ I ain't a-gonna scold you don't you fear ♪ ♪ Just making some suggestions like these here ♪ ♪ Now you didn't ought to fight no more ♪ ♪ With that little boy who lives next door ♪ ♪ Told to love our neighbors if mercy we would win ♪ ♪ And how's he going to love you ♪ ♪ If you kick him in the shin ♪ No kicking little boys ain't nice ♪ ♪ Use your fists that's my advice ♪ ♪ It ain't that I expects to see you sprouting little wings ♪ ♪ But didn't ought to do such things ♪ ♪ Now you didn't ought to eat your grub ♪ ♪ Little hands that you can't scrub ♪ ♪ And eating with your fingers shouldn't do no more ♪ ♪ 'Cause would you kindly tell me just what a knife is for ♪ ♪ A gentleman he don't appear with watermelon in his ear ♪ ♪ I knows the kind of fruit that naturally just clings ♪ ♪ But you didn't ought to do such things ♪ ♪ Now you didn't ought to eat no pies ♪ ♪ Look at me with angel eyes ♪ But if you steal them eat 'em just as quickly as you can ♪ ♪ And if you're caught don't lie ♪ ♪ Take your licking like a man ♪ You know that stealing pie is a crime ♪ ♪ Especially if you was caught each time ♪ ♪ Bless my soul is you asleep while this advice I brings ♪ ♪ Shucks you didn't ought to do such things ♪ - Well? - Oh, he's going to settle down all right. - There you are my dear, what did I tell you? You know, this is jolly good of you. - Well, I suppose he just took fancy to me. - Yes, and it is so good of you to come. We've had such trouble with him. Did you get him to eat anything? - Sure, he had a couple of those sandwiches. (Mrs. Oliphant gasping) I had one myself, hope you don't mind. - Oh, not a bit. - Well, I guess I'd better be getting along. - Well, what? Ooh, Joe just a moment. - Oh no, you don't have to do that. I don't want to be paid just for looking up one of my pals. The little fellow says you might be coming back one holiday. Maybe he'll look me up. - One never knows. - You're sailing with the tide early tomorrow morning, aren't you? - Yes, shan't be sorry either, by Jove. Do you know, I wouldn't mind if you were coming with us. - Of course, why not, why shouldn't he? He'd be a great help. - My word, that's an idea. - Yes. - I say, what about it, what about it? - You mean go back to England with you? - Yes, you could come as Gerald's companion or something. - Yes, we would give you a decent wage. You could have your own quarters and all that sort of thing. - Well, I don't whether I could do that. - You haven't got any ties, have you? - Ties my dear, ties? Oh, you mean ties? - You mean have I got any folks? - I mean you're not engaged or are married or anything? - Me? No. I'm not walking out with anybody. If I want to go somewhere, I can just go. - Why, it'd be a regular job, and you could, I say, what do you do here? - I've got a little place, it brings me in enough. Well after all, why shouldn't I go? If I can be of some help to the little fella. - Splendid. - Now then Ferdy, you go back into the town with him and do some quick shopping. (crowd chattering) - (laughing) Oh fill them up, fill them up. - No thanks, no more for me. - Good luck, Joe. Except that you was going away, I wouldn't mind if you was going away every night. (group laughing) Good luck, Mister. - Cheerio. - Yes Joe, you've probably fallen on your feet this time. - Tickles me to think of Joe looking after a kid. - Well, maybe he'll understand looking after a kid better than- - Better than what? (Joe's group laughing) - Oh, nothing. (patrons chattering) - Hello there, it looks like I was just in time. Good evening, Mr. Oliphant. I heard you were throwing a farewell party. - Oh come on, sit down. - How is the good lady, your wife? - Oh she's, oh my godfathers! - So they're going to make a nurseman of you after all. - Here, don't start that again or I'll forget my good manners. - Ah, Joe knows I don't mean nothing, don't you Joe? - You don't mean nothing to me anyway. ♪ One kiss such a little thing to ask ♪ "One Kiss" reprise Sung by Elisabeth Welch ♪ But it helps a bit to mask my heartache ♪ ♪ One kiss just to treasure through the days ♪ ♪ After you have said our ways must part ♪ - I know, but let's get out of here now. ♪ What though our romance becomes an ember ♪ ♪ I'll know happiness for I'll remember ♪ ♪ One kiss one sweet echo of our love ♪ ♪ In the secret places of my heart ♪ (audience applauding) - [Ferdy] I say old man, come along. - [Chuck] Come on Joe, what's keeping you. - All right, I'm coming. - Oh listen boys, I've got a swell idea. You all can have a drink on me. - Say, did you hear what I heard? - [Chuck] Crumb, he's delirious. - [Ferdy] That's right, just one more for the ocean, Joe! - Don't you think we ought to be going along? - Oh, there's lots of time, the boat doesn't sail til morning. Come on, snap out of it. - Oh sit down, Joe. - All right, who cares anyway. Come on, let's have some fun. (men cheering) (gentle sentimental music) (Joe laughing) - So you changed your mind about being a nursemaid, huh? - The boys have found him a better nursemaid than me. (whimsical nautical music) - Holy smoke, I've been kidnapped. Hey, let me off of this ship. Let me off of this ship, hey, hey! I've been kidnapped. - Well, the little fella's gone. - Yes, and that leaves the big fella. He's not such a big fella either. Had your breakfast yet? - No, what have you got? - You just wait and see. (uplifting majestic orchestral music)