Miracle in the Rain

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Champion of all the cities of the Earth

is the towering golden city of New York.

It looms higher

than any town of man before.

Within its giant walls and steel sinews

are more enterprises, more people...

...more mystery and more music

than were ever known before.

Its windows are like the leaves

of a mighty forest.

And its streets are filled with wonder.

Our story begins on a spring morning

in May, 1942...

...as the people of this remarkable city...

...start to live and work another day.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Grace.

- Good morning, Ruthie.

- Good morning, Monty.

- Good morning.

Here's the situation

for the present moment.

In order for us to get

our fleet into action...

...we have to get ahold

of a couple more of island bases.

Once we grab off those islands,

we let go with our fleet...

...and we run them off the oceans.

Nothing can stop us.

- Monty.

- In a minute, please.

Run out and buy some stamps.

We don't have enough.

- Now, you take the Coral Sea...

- Here is $5. Go to the post office.

I don't want anybody monkeying around

with this map.

- I bought you new ribbon.

- Oh, thank you.

- Monty can put it in for you. Monty.

- I've got too much on my mind.

Listen, do you think you can go

to the movies after work?

Oh, I don't think so.

I have to stay with Mother.

Why didn't you talk to your neighbor,

Mrs. What's-Her-Name?

Mrs. Hamer?

Her arthritis is bothering her.

She doesn't think

she can climb the stairs.

- But you can tell me about it tomorrow.

- It's more fun seeing it with somebody.

I'm going shopping at noon.

There's a food sale on at Macy's.

Maybe I won't go either. Paper says rain.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

What do you people do,

sleep in this place?

The boss in yet?

Mr. Jalonik has not yet arrived, Amelia.

As if she didn't know it.

Are you still here?

I told you to get the stamps.

It's about time this one-horse company

broke down and bought a mailing machine.

I could have had another cup of coffee.

Believe you me, I need it.

I had just four hours' sleep.

Hi, slaves.

I'm tackling Poughkeepsie today.

- How about a little dinner this eve?

- Please, Mr. McGuire.

You know perfectly well I'm occupied.

Fella's gotta keep punching.

Ruth, honey, would you help me out

on this pile of entries?

I'm on one cylinder today.

I will if I have time.

- Good morning, ladies.

- Good morning.

- Any calls?

- Your wife called a few minutes ago.

Thank you.

Oh, Miss Kranz,

may I see you for a moment?

Lucky I didn't stop by your place

this morning.

She keeps on your trail

like a bloodhound.

Look, we gotta get organized.

This is no good.

You're the big boss.

I called you three times last night.

No answer. Is that nice?

What am I supposed to do?

Sit home like a bump on a log

while you're home reading...

okay, forget it. I'll figure something out.

You're an executive.

You tell Ruth to come in here

and bring her pad.

Sure. What about dinner?

- I'll make arrangements.

- Okay.

Now, get Mrs. Jalonik for me, please.

- Mrs. Jalonik.

- Hello, Joan?

I just got in. I understand you called.

What's up?

No, absolutely not. No company.

If I'm home, I'm home. If I'm not, I'm not.

I can't anticipate.

As a matter of fact, I'll probably be tied up

until after dinner.

No, no.

No, I'm not in the least angry, honey.

Sure.

Yeah, call me anytime.

I'll be right with you, Ruth.

- Good night.

- Good night, Ruth.

Wow, look at her go.

Like a pack of horses

coming down the home stretch.

You know, that sort of thing

makes the town look almost human.

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