Sadie McKee

Look! Look at that gorgeous creature.

A thoroughbred.

Yes, sir! There's no mistaking

the aristocrat, is there?

- Her mother's my cook.

- Cook?

Hello, Sadie.

Mother McKee, give me a mouthful

of something. I'm starving.

Joe, do you like to be talked to

while you're driving through traffic?

I could walk in here blindfolded

and know it was home.

It smells so good.

Mr. Michael, I'm so glad to see you!

- Glad to see you home, sir.

- How do you do, sir?

He hasn't forgotten your cooking.

- How's everybody?

- Fine.

It's the only kitchen in the world

where you see the same faces.

Let's see now, it's two years, isn't it?

I thought you'd forgotten you had a home.

I've been trying to get out to see you,

but the family thinks I came to see them.

Mr. Michael.

Hello, Sadie!

- Hello, Mr. Alderson.

- Oh, oh, oh, oh. Michael to you.

I'm glad to see you.

I got a glimpse of you

coming up from the depot.

Yes, I know. I saw you, too.

Say, what are you all dressed up for?

My father told me

you were selling hats or something.

She helps me at the table, sir,

when we have an extra.

Oh, I see.

Hey! What's happened to the freckles?

I outgrew them, I guess.

You did a pretty good job

of outgrowing a lot of things.

Thank you. You must like New York,

you stay away so long.

Sadie, I thought you were going

to be a nurse.

You know, when she was seven years old,

she promised me faithfully,

she was going to grow up

and take care of the poor, sick folks.

Yeah, and you were

gonna be a prizefighter.

Did you ever confess our foul deeds

to your mother?

- No.

- Mrs. McKee, this angel child of yours

used to sit up there in that corner...

Wait a minute.

- Joe, lend me that a minute, will you?

- Yes, sir.

I want to see how much Sadie's forgotten.

Come on, do your stuff.

Sadie McKee, of all things!

Now, what are you doing?

Tearing up that paper!

Stop tearing that

and get out of this kitchen.

Do you hear me? Please stop.

It's a wonder

that I'm not driven stark-staring mad

trying to keep this place clean.

Michael, you horse thief!

Come back with your father's breakfast.

Mother McKee, chase me out.

Make me feel at home.

Where's the broom?

Where's the broom? Here it is.

- Mighty nice to have seen you all.

- Get out of this kitchen.

- I'll see you again, Sadie.

- Run along, now. My dinner is spoiling.

- Sadie, he came out to see you.

- Oh, no.

Sadie, did you see the way

he looked at you?

Oh, Mom!

And the way he brought up things

that used to happen.

They never meant anything.

Well, it don't do no harm

to look your prettiest.

- Mom, will you have some sense?

- Well, I wish you had some.

You'd look higher

than that Tommy Wallace.

Please don't. Tommy's in trouble.

Yes, I know. He lost his job.

Yeah, I heard about Tommy being fired.

- Where'd you hear that?

- Down at the pool hall.

Did they say anything mean

about Tommy?

Oh, they said he was a nice enough fellow,

maybe just a little bit crooked.

That's my idea of a pretty rotten joke.

All right, Sadie,

remove the cocktail service.

Now, look pleasant. Smile.

His name

is Tommy Wallace.

Well, maybe I sound a little tough,

but the country's trying

to get back to old-fashioned honesty.

Every chance we get

to make an example of someone,

we ought to let the honest people know

we're backing them up.

Quite right.

I remember him in high school.

Cheated his way through,

ponied his exams,

never a whale of a character.

Mom, he's turning them against Tommy,

Michael is.

And likely he's right.

Now, you be a good girl, dearie.

Okay, Mom.

Your father

wants to put him back to work

with a little friendly advice.

Well, it's a kind of petty graft,

it isn't really like stealing anything.

Well, I've practiced law

in New York several years.

Everyone who ever got sloppy

about crooks has been sold out.

I think we ought to listen to Michael.

I think so, too.

- Somebody take these before I drop them.

- Why, what's the matter with you, Sadie?

- You can get the rest yourself.

- My word. My word.

Mr. Alderson was gonna take him back,

but Michael won't let him.

Now, you go do your work, Sadie McKee.

Big-shot lawyer from New York says

they must make an example of Tommy.

Sadie, anything about us servants

stops at that door.

All right, Sadie, you may serve the soup.

Sadie! Sadie!

Okay, Mom,

but I just saw blazing red, that's all.

The taste of easy, crooked money is worse

than blood to a tiger.

They never figure to get it honestly

after that.

If you put him back,

you tell your 3,000 honest employees

it doesn't make any difference

whether they're honest or not.

I don't care.

I couldn't help it, but I don't care.

Why, Sadie!

You're only lucky

I didn't throw it in your face.

Why, you'd think you were talking

about a mongrel pup

that went a little bit mad or something.

Just because you're the mighty Aldersons,

and you live on top of the hill

and own the town,

you're gonna kick

a poor kid into the gutter

for something he didn't do,

just to show the world

you're good Americans.

I think you're rotten,

and I think you're cruel.

We'll make you eat

every word you've said,

Tommy and me, before we're through.

I'm glad I said it.

And as far as I'm concerned,

to the devil with all of you!

Well!

Did I say thoroughbred?

Didn't I?

All aboard!

- Don't you let them worry you, baby.

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