do all those things
you talked about.
You better go back to your bed.
I love you. Nothing else matters.
But we can run away.
Everything will take care of itself.
Please, Peter...
...I can't let you out of my life now.
I couldn't live without you.
You'd better go back to your bed.
I'm sorry.
Did you mean that? Would you really go?
All I'm asking is enough gas
to get me to New York.
That bag's worth $25.
I got a bag. I got one for Christmas...
Here's what I'll do.
I'll come back in the morning...
...and buy it back from you
with a $10 profit.
- What do you say?
- I ain't got a hat.
- What?
- I ain't got a hat.
Well, you got one now.
Come on, fill her up.
Where you been all this time?
Everybody's been asking about you.
Get me one drink.
Nobody disturbs me for the next half hour.
Sure, boss.
Hello, Agnes.
- Don't. He'll shoot you on sight.
- Haven't been shot at in days.
- Get out of here! Get out!
- Now listen, Joe.
Don't "Joe" me.
All right, Joe. Listen.
You know I've always liked you.
Anytime I could help you,
ran across a good story...
...I came running to you with it.
I got one now.
The wires were on the level.
The biggest scoop ever.
- It's yours.
- About the Andrews kid?
I've got it all written up, ready to go.
All I want is a $1,000.
A $1,000? Get out of here before...
Don't get sore. You gotta do this for me.
I need a $1,000 and I need it quick.
I'm in a jam.
What's the $1,000 for?
To tear down the walls of Jericho.
Never mind. If I told you that...
...Ellen Andrews will annul her marriage?
- She'll marry somebody else.
- You're drunk.
Would such a story
be worth $1,000 to you?
- Lf it was on the level.
- I got it, Joe.
- Who's the guy she's gonna marry?
- I am.
- You?
- Yes.
Now I know you're drunk. I'm going home.
Don't annoy me anymore.
For heaven sakes!
Stop being an editor for a minute.
We know each other.
You ought to know when I'm serious.
This is on the level.
I met her on a bus from Miami.
I've been with her every minute.
I'm in love with her.
You gotta get me this money now, quick.
Minutes count.
She's waiting for me outside Philadelphia.
I gotta get right back.
She doesn't even know I'm gone.
A guy can't propose to a gal
without a cent in the world, can he?
What a story. On her way
to join husband, Ellen Andrews...
That's it.
Let me see that a minute.
Zeke!
I told you, you couldn't trust him.
He's gone.
Who?
The fella who was gonna stay a week.
He skipped and took the car with him, too.
We wouldn't have known till morning
if I hadn't took that magnesia.
Get up, don't lay there.
Let's do something about it.
There ain't nothing we can do if he's gone.
See that? They're gone.
Looks like it, don't it? What's this?
Ma! Here's the woman.
- What's the matter?
- Where's your husband?
- Husband?
- Yes, if he is your husband.
- Isn't he here?
- No, he ain't. The car's gone, too.
You got any money?
- No.
- Then you'll have to git!
Yeah. You'll have to git.
Please, may I use your phone?
I've got to call New York.
You ain't gonna stick me for no phone call.
Go to the sheriff's office, a quarter
mile down the road. They'll fix you up.
And listen, next time you better not come
back here. I run a respectable place.
- Thanks, you saved my life.
- Okay. So long kid and good luck.
Goodbye. You're beautiful.
All women are beautiful.
For my dough, he's still the best
newspaper man in the business.
Get Hank, quick. Boy, what a yarn.
Hold up the morning edition.
Break down the front page.
We'll have a new layout.
Send in a couple of rewrite men.
And Hank, listen. Don't do a thing.
I've got a story that'll make your hair curl.
Wait a minute. Don't annoy me, I'm busy.
Agnes, send Mike in here! Dig up
all the pictures on that Andrews kid.
And Hank, listen, get Haley out of bed.
I want a cartoon and I want it quick.
Westley's in it.
He's waiting at the church...
...with tears on his face.
The bride