Merkel, the floor manager.
- "Sticky" Merkel?
- Clarence Merkel.
That's the fella. He was
my assistant at the soda fountain.
He's a very good man.
Incidentally, your work would require
part-time duties at the soda fountain.
- At what salary?
- 32.50 per week.
32.50! I used to make
over $400 a month in the air force.
The war is over, Derry.
I think I'll look around, Mr Thorpe.
Thank you, very much.
And take care of that cold.
- I gotta run. I'll drop back later.
- All right, Fred. Bye.
Excuse me, girls.
No, conditions are none too good
right now, Al.
Considerable uncertainty in business.
Strikes. Taxes still ruinous.
- You like that cigar?
- Yes, Mr Milton. It's fine.
Hard to get those in the war, but they
come in regularly from Havana now.
Things will readjust themselves in time.
We want you back here with us, Al.
That's very nice of you, Mr Milton,
but I noticed Steese sitting at my old desk.
- I wouldn't want to push him out.
- Steese'll stay right there.
You're moving up.
What do you say to being vice president in
charge of small loans, at $12,000 a year?
What do you say to that, huh?
I... I'd say it can't be true.
Job's there, Al.
- You're the man for it.
- What makes you think I am, Mr Milton?
Well, your war experience
would prove invaluable to us here.
See, we have many new problems.
This GI Bill of Rights, for instance.
It involves us in consideration
of all kinds of loans to ex-servicemen.
We need a man who understands
the soldiers' problems,
and who's well grounded in the
fundamental principles of sound banking.
In other words, you.
Well? What do you say, Al?
Well, I'm... I'm overwhelmed.
Of course. Of course.
- Will you bring them in now, please?
- Yes, sir.
- I'd thought of taking it easy...
- Naturally.
After what you've been through,
you need a vacation. Thank you.
You're entitled to enjoy life
before you come back to work.
- It's very kind of you to say that.
- When you get a chance...
This contains reports with all the figures
on our Small Loans Department.
Just in your spare time, of course.
Oh, the briefcase
is a slight gift from the bank.
Well, thank you.
Thank you very much, Mr Milton.
- Glad to have you back with us, Al.
- Thank you, sir.
Sweetheart, I knew you'd be heartbroken.
But listen, you can get another blonde.
What about Sylvia Mack?
Oh, you're crazy.
I think her legs are cute.
I'm sorry too, but he doesn't
want me to work nights.
He says it's inconvenient.
Oh, he's wonderful. And how!
Snappy uniform, a whole
ribbon counter on his chest.
Sure, I'll bring him in sometime.
Hey, the door bell's ringing.
I guess that's my Freddy.
Bye.
Hey, Marie, have you got an extra key?
I'd like to have it.
- What are you looking at?
- Holy smoke, honey!
That's the first time I've ever seen you
in civilian clothes.
Well, from now on, honey,
you're not gonna see me in anything else.
I just got it out of the mothballs
over at Pop's house.
I called up the Blue Devil.
- Who?
- The nightclub. I told 'em I'm through.
- Oh, swell.
- But let's go there for dinner.
I'd like to introduce you.
They've heard all about you.
Anything you say, honey.
Here's some perfume I bought in Paris.
Oh! Fleurette No. 5!
And this scarf's cute!
To think of having things from Paris!
Freddy, honey, you're just a big hunk
of heaven. What's that a picture of?
Bomb hits on Dьsseldorf.
That's my B-17.
What are those?
- Little black flowers that grow in the sky.
- Huh?
- Hey, that's me!
- I had it pasted above my bombsight.
- It took a lot of trips over Germany.
- That's sweet.
The guys'd kid me about it. They'd take
a look at it and ask "Who's the dame?"
When I told 'em it was my wife they'd say
"Nobody's got a wife looks like that."
"What's her telephone number?"
When we go out
will you wear your uniform?
- Oh, no.
- For my sake.
- I'm sorry, baby.
- I'd be so proud to be out with you.
Won't you, please?
Well, seeing