The Farmer's Daughter

Not ready yet?

Well, for goodness sake, hurry up!

The bus is not going to wait all day.

Well, you broke the record that time.

Twenty one minutes flat.

Katrin is my only daughter.

That is why I make such long speech when she leave home.

Well, I don't know, Papa.

I almost missed the train when I was drafted.

- Oh, I remember. - As do I.

You had plenty of time.

You are the youngest, Peter. That is why I worried about you.

Oh, please, Papa. Don't worry about me.

I worry, Katrina. I don't like to see you go.

Katrin will do nothing that will not make us proud of her.

Thank you, Papa.

- Katrina? - Yes?

You be sure to drink plenty of milk now.

You don't have to remind a Holstrom to eat.

- You drink your quart today. - I will, Papa.

We better start, Katrin. It's getting late for the bus.

Yes, Dr. Mattsen.

Goodbye, Mama.

Take good care of yourself.

Goodbye, Papa.

- Bye bye. - Okay, fellas!

Goodbye!

Thanks for everything, Mr. Holstrom. See you in two years!

Goodbye, Adolph! You paint good!

Oh, uh, here is the letter I promised you to the Swedish hospital.

I tell them you will be good student and that you will work hard.

Oh, thank you, Dr. Mattsen.

And when you graduate, you will come back to my hospital as a nurse.

Yeah.

It's always good to have young people come back to the place where they were born.

But if you have any trouble, you let me know.

No, Dr. Mattsen.

Papa says we must stand on our own two feet.

If I have any trouble...

I work it out myself.

Good.

The bus is late.

I would like to wait, but I have so many calls to make.

Of course. Goodbye, Dr. Mattsen.

Goodbye!

Want a lift?

No, thank you, Adolph.

I will wait for the bus.

Pushing right into capital city.

Save you $2.53, Katie.

Oh?

You bet.

Have you ever been to capital city, Katie?

Not since I was three-years-old.

I would've been there two years ago, but my brothers went into the Army.

I had to help out on the farm.

You'll have a much better time now that you're grown up.

I hope so.

- Take a drink. Take a couple. - No thank you.

I drink only glog.

At Christmas time.

- That's not strong enough for a painter. - Oh?

You see, a painter's got the paint in his mouth.

And if you don't wash it out it dries there and hardens.

That's not good for any man. Painter or no painter.

Jeep won't start.

Look out! Look out!

Twenty, forty, fifty.

Twenty, forty, fifty.

Twenty, forty, fifty.

Okay. Watch where you're going next time. It's cheaper!

- For 2 cents, I'd bust you in the nose. - Adolph!

Don't be so tough with my money.

Ah, smart guy.

You'll need a welding job on that and it'll cost you

twenty-five bucks, but I can't get torch til in the morning.

Tomorrow morning?

Yeah, if I'm lucky.

But, I can't stay here all night.

Well, let's not get mad at each other, Katie.

It's my Jeep that got wrecked.

Yeah, it's your Jeep, but it's my money.

Katie, I'm afraid you'll have to advance me another twenty-five bucks.

Adolph.

You were going to save $2.53 bus fare.

And now it's going to cost me every cent I have.

What about my nursing course?

Katie, you'll get your dough the minute I see the boss painter in capital city.

I don't know.

Of course you could hitchhike tonight, but it'd be kind of dangerous.

Better wait and go with me in the morning.

Well, time's a wasting. Do I start on this Jeep or don't I?

Yeah.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Good morning.

- Have you seen the... - The man who was with you last night?

- Yeah. - No, deary.

He's been gone a good hour.

Gone?

Yeah.

Didn't he tell you?

No.

No. I didn't see him since I went to my room last night.

Uh huh.

Thank you.

How far is it to capital city?

Sixty-five miles.

Thank you very much.

One more flight.

And in the front.

Come in.

Well, if it ain't little Miss Nightingale.

How are you honey?

I've been looking for you.

All morning.

I'm in the phone book.

I went to the painter's union.

Kinda anxious to see me again, huh?

You bet.

Tired, ain't ya?

- Here's just the thing to knock it. - Adolph.

My seventy-five dollars. I want it.

Oh!

I'm sorry dear.

I didn't tell ya.

I'm fixing it so you can deduct that from your income tax.

A bad debt. See?

No.

No, I don't see.

I need that money for nursing.

You are going with me to see the boss painter.

Oh, don't get so tough, honey.

We got lots of time to worry about money.

Then I'm going to get a policeman.

- Yeah, do that. - Yeah, I will.

While you're gone, call your family.

Yeah, and don't forget the people at the Swedish hospital.

- Call them all. - What?

Tell them we had a little trouble on the road.

They'd be very interested.

Especially the part where we had to spend the night at the motel.

Come in. Come in.

Yoohoo.

Yoohoo yourself.

I'll be right with you.

You Katrin Holstrom?

- You know me? - The agency told me.

- Got a uniform? - No, Mr. Clancy.

- You know me? - Yeah.

- The agency told me. - What else they tell you?

- Well, they told me that you're the butler. - Mm hmm.

And if I could work the day out for you, I could work any place.

You can wear one of Lena's uniforms. She's the cook.

- Sick today. - Oh?

Picked a fine day for it.

Luncheons, cocktail parties.

- You can change in there. - Thank you.

I hope you'll be some good to me.

Uh...

Lena's a very big lady.

Help yourself to an apron.

Thank you.

Gonna make it alright?

Two of us could get into it.

These two story drips...

How do you expect to make good coffee in them?

The beatings I take around this house.

People in this town scare their kids by telling

them they have to drink Clancy's coffee.

Have you got a real coffee pot?

There you are. Thank you.

As we newspaper men look at it the public will go to the

polls and vote exactly the way the machine tells them to.

Oh no, Van, I don't the think the voters will stand the kind

of bologna the politicians have been dishing them.

Hold it, Virginia. A brandy.

Kills the taste of Mr. Clancy's coffee.

I forgot.

- Van? - No, thanks.

I've been on the city hall beat for two decades, Glen.

And I'll be bribed if I can see any change. Oh, thank you.

You've seen so much corruption, you're cynical.

Get that Ginnie. She's been writing a dope column

for three years and right away she's Sam Grafton.

No, thanks.

Okay, fellas. You're the old-timers, but didn't I stick my chin out?

My beautiful little chin out.

My beautiful little chin out three weeks ago.

And say that Glen Morely would be re-elected Congressman?

No, thanks.

Did I or didn't I?

Some long shot.

That's like betting there'll be snow by February.

Anyway Ginnie, you're disqualified. You're in love with the guy.

Everybody knows but Glen.

Mr. Clancy.

You didn't make this.

- Katie did. - Good.

You bet.