The Prowler

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The Queen Mary, the greatest

passenger liner in the world...

brings home the greatest human cargo

New York Harbor has ever seen.

Almost 15,000 troops

get an eager glimpse of the U.S. of A.

Past the towers of Manhattan

steams the 83,000-ton British liner.

These victorious G.I.s have done their duty.

They answered their country's call,

left their jobs, their families,

their sweethearts...

and beat the Nazi tyranny

on a thousand battlefields.

For some- the psychological victims of war-

it will be a long road back.

These men will need time to rebuild

the lives they set aside when Uncle Sam called.

For others-

the G.I.s of the "Dear John" letters-

it means starting over,

replacing what they have lost.

They faced one challenge and won.

They can win this one too.

Welcome home.

Let dancing replace marching.

I don't know how to tell you this.

I really don't want to hurt you,

but I just can't wait for you any longer.

I know I promised to wait.

I really did try,

but it's been so much longer

than either of us expected.

So much has happened,

and you're so far away.

I hope you understand how I feel.

I know I said I loved you,

but I'm young...

and I have to live my life now.

And who knows how long

it will be before you return.

I hope you don't hate me

for leaving you this way.

But perhaps, when the war is over,

we can be friends again.

Please take care of yourself.

I continue to worry about you.

Sincerely, Rosemary.

There's Tom Caldwell's Cadillac.

Well, I'll be dogged.

Say, who's he going

out with now anyway?

Linda Booth.

Do you believe it?

With Linda Booth?

I thought she was going out with

Georgie Wise. Didn't you hear?

Well, I heard Georgie joined

the air corps, all right, but-

Wait a minute.

Georgie didn't get-

They broke up.

Will you look at that?

Aw, thats just

a big old boat.

Sweetheart, that car

doesn't do you justice.

You are precious.

Now let's have a

big hand for the band.

Swell job, fellas.

We were all saddened by the great

Glenn Miller's tragic death...

somewhere in the skies

over France.

But he left us a wonderful legacy

in his music.

And now for all those

fine young men here tonight...

just back from overseas,

I'd like to ask the band to play

one of his best tunes.

Oh, look. There's Pat Kingsley.

Well, Pat Kingsley just

- just came home from the Pacific. So?

Come on.

Let's go up to the point.

Oh, not now.

It's too early.

Come on. This place is dead.

We'll come back later.

Folks, I bet you never saw

a more sober group of guys.

Hey! Keep your mitts

off my girl!

The drummer told me his wife

wouldn't let him in the house...

if he ever showed up again...

with that little brown jug.

So let's cheer him up,

and everybody swing!

Who is that creep?

Oh, that's just Jimmy Turner.

He takes care of this place.

What does he do,

sweep it with his eye?

No, but I hear he sleeps on an

old mattress in the basement.

Sounds like a swell guy.

Oh, isn't it beautiful? If you

really like it, I'll buy it for you.

Oh, Roy.

What's the matter

- afraid somebody will tell your dad?

He's just jealous.

What do you mean?

My dad's got even more

money than he does.

Want a slug?

You sure know how

to put a girl in the mood.

Just call me Mr. Romance.

Piece of cake, please.

Did you see where Pat went?

Sorry.

That water looks great.

We ought to go

for a swim.

We wouldn't even need suits. Roy?

I'm only ribbing you.

I don't want to swim.

You're all I want.

Come on.

Come here, baby.

Roy, I shouldn't.

Okay. And while the boys

go powder their noses,

why don't all you chowhounds hustle your

gals over to the refreshment table...

and dig in.

Roy.

Roy?

Come on.

Come on,

don't play hard to get.

What about New Year's Eve?

Well, that was different.

I couldn't help myself.

What if somebody sees us? You don't

even have to take your dress off.

You're so amazing.

If one of your damn soldier friends

shows his face around here,

well, he's going to wish

he was back overseas.

No! No!

No!

Hey, you alive out there?

Well, let's hear it!

Yay! Whoa-oh!

Looks a little crooked to me.

Oh, yeah?

How's that?

Maybe a little bit higher.

Like that? Is that better?

Yeah. It looks great.

Yeah.

Mark. How about this side?

Well, if it isn't Deputy London

keeping an eye on things.

Hi, guys.

Hi.

Hi, Pam.

Hi, Mark.

Well, I guess you don't

need me anymore.

Where you going'?

Uh, to drop these off.

The graduation edition? Yeah.

We just finished this morning.

You have a spare? Yeah, but we

had to print these very small,

and I wouldn't want you to

strain your eyes twice in one day.

Well, maybe you can

read it to me over lunch.

Okay. All right. I got to stop

by the office first though.

If I don't, the sheriff will kill me.

They haven't had

a graduation dance since 1945...

because Major Chatham

wouldn't allow it.

Well, he'd stop it now if he could.

But he can't. Since the stroke,

no one's even seen him.

You know, I feel sorry for him.

He's all alone in that house, so close to

where he found his daughter and that boy.

State police called

about an hour ago.

Somebody robbed a market

up near Columbus.

Cut some kid up

and took his car.

They think he may

be headed this way.

Are you still going to leave?

I can't start the summer without fishing.

You know that. I never could.

Besides, you've been here

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