Stella Dallas

- Hi, Stell.

- Hello.

- Hello, Stella.

- Hello.

Stella's got a fella!

Only he don't know it.

- Who?

- You, that's who.

My own sister, standing out here

every night making a sap of herself...

- over a guy who don't know she's here.

- You mind your own business.

Anyways, you don't know

what you're talking about.

I don't? You doll up every night

and wait to welcome me home?

- Why, of course.

- Ah, gee, thanks.

- I must give you a kiss for that.

- Stop! Take your dirty hands off me.

You're like all the rest. Fingers are

chopped at the mill when he walks by.

- But he don't look at none of them.

- Why should he? Mill hands.

Hey, wait a minute.

There's some nice girls

that are mill hands.

Where do you get off?

What's the matter with a mill hand?

I'm a mill hand.

Your father's a mill hand.

- Don't yell. The neighbors know it.

- Well, maybe he don't.

- So I'll tell him.

- Stop that!

Stop this!

What's the matter with you two?

You used to get along.

Yeah, but that was before she

started taking a business course...

to improve herself.

It's done her a lot of good,

all right.

- She ain't satisfied with none of us.

- Supper.

- What'd you say, Mom?

- Supper's ready.

So am I. Come on, Pop.

- Come on, Stell.

- I'll be in in a minute.

''The childhood sweetheart

of young Stephen Dallas.

A sweetheart until that tragic hour

when his millionaire father...

bankrupt and ill,

committed suicide.

Two days later,

Stephen Dallas disappeared...

leaving behind him a note saying

he was trying to make a life...

somewhere else.

Harvard graduate and crew man

disappeared after his father's death.

Millionaire playboy

left without a penny.''

Don't be late, Charlie.

- What is it?

- Your lunch.

That's right. Get funny.

What's in it?

Just a little turkey and dressing.

That's all I had today.

Wait a minute.

Baloney again,

and apple butter.

Baloney and apple butter.

Apple butter and baloney.

That's all I get.

I ain't gonna take it no more.

- You can do without it.

- I can, huh?

- Charlie, I'll fix you something.

- Don't baby him, Mom.

Baby me? I'm old enough

to earn money, ain't I?

A man can have a home of his own

on what I'm makin'.

Charlie, wait a minute.

Oh, what do you want to

egg him on for, Stella?

That Jenkins girl's

just dyin' to get him.

Let her. If that's all the ambition

he's got, there's nothing you can do.

I don't know what

we'd do without him.

I'm gonna fix up somethin'

for him to eat.

You can leave it for him

on your way down.

He'll starve first.

Maybe you're right, Mom.

I'll take it down to him.

I'll run over to the delicatessen

and get him something nice.

Will ya?

Yeah.

Hey, the boss just phoned.

He's at Millhampton Junction.

He said to tell you the Parker contract

is right in his vest pocket.

He was chirping like a bird.

Said he'll be here in a few minutes,

but just wanted to tell you.

Hey, ain't you interested?

Yes, I'm glad Mr. Beamer

got the contract.

You oughta be.

He was chirping like a bird.

You know how he does on the telephone.

He said to put you down for a raise.

You can have that vacation now.

How's that?

I don't need a vacation now.

I have no place to go.

Huh?

Oh, nothing.

I beg your pardon.

Could you tell me where I

could find Charlie Martin?

He works on the carting machine.

Oh, yes.

The carting machines.

Why, they're closed down just now.

He'd be out in the yard, most likely.

I tell you what you do... Go back through

the corridor the way you came in.

Instead of coming up those stairs...

there's a big gate down there.

If you go through that gate...

the path leads right down

past that first big building.

Just as you turn round the corner,

the men usually have their...

Yes?

Well, it's sort of dirty down there.

Maybe I'd better send for him.

- Won't you sit down?

- Thank you.

- McCarthy!

- Yes, sir.

- Find Charlie Martin, send him in.

- Yes, sir. Right away.

- He'll be right in.

- Thank you.

- Good morning, Dallas.

- Congratulations on that contract.

- How do you do, Mr. Beamer?

- How do you do?

- Stella Martin.

- Martin's girl?

You're all grown up.

And so pretty.

Isn't she, Dallas?

Yes.

Say, how long have you two

known each other?

- Well, we haven't really met.

- Oh, excuse me.

Mr. Dallas, this is Miss Martin.

Miss Martin, Mr. Dallas.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

My brother forgot his lunch,

and I didn't want him to go without.

- So I brought it to him.

- That's a nice girl.

Good to your brother.

Good to your father, too, I'll bet.

I wish I had somebody

thinking so much of me.

Eh, Dallas?

They said he went out to eat.

- Thank you.

- That's too bad.

- After all your trouble.

- I suppose it was all my fault.

- I was late.

- It wouldn't do him harm to wait.

I'll bet sometimes he's late.

Never mind. Don't you worry.

Let's see what you got. We can

make believe you brought it to us.

- Eh, Dallas?

- It isn't anything much.

Oh!

Make this yourself?

Dallas?

- Thank you.

- You too.

I hope they're not too dry.

I forgot to bring anything to drink.

- I have some milk here.

- Oh, fine.

- I'll get some glasses.

- Can I help you?

- Thank you.

- Hey, you're some cook, aren't you?

Oh, wait, please.

I hate glasses

that don't shine.

Don't you?

Shall we go?

You ready?

- Hello, Stella.

- Hello.

- Hello, Steve.

- How are you, Ned?

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