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The clip Escaping the closed ward from The Lost Weekend (1945) Get the restraints and get the doctor. Get him to the violent ward. Over here doctor.
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The clip Escaping the closed ward Part 2 from The Lost Weekend (1945) Violent ward, get the elevator.
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The clip Overhearing the parents from The Lost Weekend (1945) Just walked in for a simple haircut. No, that wasn't enough, not for New York. They gave me a shampoo, scalp massage and a manicure. Thought they were going to tear my shoes off and paint my toenails. I had a lovely morning. Just did a little window shopping. Didn't want to get all tired out. On account of meeting that young man? Now, Mother. Who did you get a haircut for? Wonder what's keeping Helen. She'll be here. This Birnam fellow went to Cornell, didn't he? I believe so. But he never graduated. I wonder why. How old is he? Thirty-three. He has no job. As far as I can find out, he never had one. I wish Helen wasn't so vague. Maybe he has a little money. Some people do, you know, Father. He ought to have a job anyway. He's a writer. Writer? What did he write? I never heard of his name. Now Father, relax. You always expect the worst. I hope he realizes that Helen's our only daughter and we ought to know a few things about him. Those'll all come out...his background, his prospects, his church affiliations. Hotel Manhattan? Would you please page Miss Helen St. James? St. James. Yeah, she's in the lobby.
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The clip Overhearing the parents Part 2 from The Lost Weekend (1945) Helen?...Don. Darling, I'm terribly sorry but I won't be able to get there for a while. Will you please go ahead and have your lunch and apologize to your parents... Oh, nothing serious. I'll be there. Goodbye.
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The clip Stealing the purse from The Lost Weekend (1945) It was so beautiful, so wonderful, the stars above us shone, we were alone, we were alone... Check please. Right here, sir. Yes sir? Another gin vermouth, please. Yes, sir. Thank you. Where's your wash room? Over there, sir.
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The clip Stealing the purse Part 2 from The Lost Weekend (1945) How about a carnation for your buttonhole? No thank you. Thank you, sir. Wash your hands? Would you wipe my shoes? Yes, sir. Carnation, sir? I already took one. You did? For a very kind lady. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. That's him.
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The clip Stealing the purse Part 3 from The Lost Weekend (1945) You were sitting here, sir? I beg your pardon. You took this lady's bag, didntcha? All right, let's have it. Of course. Somebody call a cop. No, George, no. It doesn't matter as long as I have the bag. Well, look in it. Maybe he took something. Ten dollars, to be exact. Why I ought to kick your teeth in. George, George! He's drunk. Come on. Get out of here. How about the check? That's why I had to borrow from the lady. I didn't have enough. I'll come back and pay the rest. Don't you show your face in here again ever. Mike! Take him out of here. Somebody stole the purse, Everybody, Somebody stole the purse I assure you, I'm not a thief. I'm not a thief! Somebody came and he didn't even...
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The clip There's only one Don from The Lost Weekend (1945) As for the survivors, dear old Wick, I'd recommend no flowers, and few good jokes. Goodbye, Don. What is it, Helen? What's the matter? Nothing. Dave gave me the keys, I didn't think you were here. What do you want here? It's just that the rain is worse and I couldn't get a taxi. I thought perhaps I could borrow a a coat under the circumstances. Sure. How about my raincoat? Funny, that we should wind up after all these years just as we met, I with your raincoat... And I with your leopard coat. I always got the best of the bargain. Goodbye, Helen. What are you looking for? Well I thought perhaps, maybe you might have something for my hair. Would you care to wear my black derby? Any old thing, any old scarf. All right.
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The clip There's only one Don Part 2 from The Lost Weekend (1945) Here you are. Thank you. So long. Do you know Don, there was still some whiskey left in the bottle after I cleaned up last night. Was there? Wouldn't you like to know where I put it? Nope. Don't you want a drink, Don? No. Here it is, right here. Why don't you have one. Just one. What are you up to? Nothing. I'm just ashamed of the way I talked to you, like a narrow-minded, insensitive, small town teetotaller. I told you, I don't feel like a drink. Not now. Come on, Don. Just one. I'll have one with you. I'm in no hurry. This is my easy day at the office. Look Helen, there are a few things I want to put in order before Wick comes. Let me stay please. No. I don't want to sound rude but, I'm afraid you'll have to leave now. Here Don. You're very sweet. Goodbye. Don't let me bend for nothing. You need this, Don. Drink it. I want you to drink it. I'll get you some more. I'll get you all you want. What kind of talk is that? It's just that I'd rather have you drunk than dead. Who wants to be dead? Stop lying to me. Give it to me. All right. Now go! No fuss, please. No calling the neighbors. It won't do any good, I promise you. I won't. You've made up your mind. But could you tell me why? Why? Because it's best all around, for everybody. For you, for Wick, for me. But that's not true. We love you, Wick and I. All right. Then for me. Selfish again.
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The clip There's only one Don Part 3 from The Lost Weekend (1945) That's a sad final word, Don. Look at it this way, Helen. This business is just a formality. Don Birnam is dead already. He died over this weekend. Did he? What did he die of? Of a lot of things. Of alcohol, of moral anemia, of fear, of shame, of D.T.'s. Oh, that Don Birnam. And now you want to kill the other one. What other? There were two Dons. You told me so yourself. Don the drunk and Don the writer. Let's not go back to a fancy figure of speech. There's only one Don, he's through. Don. I'm all right, I have enough strength left... I know you have. I can see it. Don't waste it on pulling a trigger, Don. No, let me get it over with or do you want me to give you another one of my promises that I never keep? I don't want you to give me your promise, I don't want you to give your promise to anybody but Don Birnam. It's too late. I wouldn't know how to start. The only way to start is to stop. There is no cure besides just stopping. Can't be done. Other people have stopped. People with a purpose, with something to do. You've got talent and ambition. Talent. Ambition. That's dead long ago. That's drowned. That's drifting around with a bloated belly on a lake of alcohol. No it isn't. You still have it. Quit trying to stall me Helen. It's too late. There's no more writing left in me, it's gone. What do you expect, a miracle? Yes, Yes, yes! If I could just make you... Who is it? It's me, Mr. Birnam. What is it, Nat? I got somethin' for you, Mr. Birnam. I hope I ain't intrudin. What is it? You know when you had that accident? Afterward I found this floatin' around on the Nile. She writes pretty good. I oiled her up a little. And I didn't oil her up so you can hock her. I'll take it, Nat. Hello, Miss. Thank you, Nat. How are all them lilacs in Ohio? Well Don, here it is. What do you say now? Say about what? This. Someone, somewhere, sent it back. Why? Because he means you to stay alive, because he wants you to write. I didn't ask for a big miracle. Write! With these hands? And a brain that's all out of focus? It'll clear up again. You'll be well.
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The clip There's only one Don Part 4 from The Lost Weekend (1945) And I'll be sitting there staring at that white sheet, scared. No you won't. You've forgotten what it feels like to be well. What am I gonna write about? What? What you've always wanted to write. Where was the page I found? "The Bottle. A Novel by Don Birnam," What was that to be? About a messed-up life. About a man and a woman and a bottle. About nightmares, horrors, humiliations, all the things I want to forget. Put it all down on paper. Get rid of it that way. Tell it all, to whom it may concern. And it concerns so many people, Don. Yeah. I'll fix us some breakfast. We have quite a supply of milk. You'll notice I didn't even find a first line. Course you couldn't write the beginning because you didn't know the ending. Only now... Only now you know the ending.
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The clip There's only one Don Part 5 from The Lost Weekend (1945) with Ray Milland I'm gonna send one copy to Bim, one to the doctor who loaned me his coat, and one to Nat. Imagine Wick standing in front of a book store. A great big pyramid of my books. A Novel by Don Birnam. "That's by my brother, you know." That's by my fellow. Didn't I always tell you? I'm going to put this whole weekend down, minute by minute. Why not? The way I stood in there, packing my suitcase... Only my mind wasn't on the suitcase, and it wasn't on the weekend, nor was it on the shirts I was putting in the suitcase either. My mind was hanging outside the window. It was suspended just about eighteen inches below... And out there in that great big concrete jungle, I wonder how many others that are like me. Poor bedevilled guys, on fire with thirst. Such comical figures to the rest of the world, as they stagger blindly towards another binge, another bender, another spree...
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The clip Exchanging the coats from The Lost Weekend (1945) Did you forget something? No. Just going home, if it's all right with you. Say, this isn't yours, is it? It certainly isn't. That's what it says though...417 I don't care what it says. The checks must have got mixed up. Maybe they did. Find me my coat. It's a plain man's raincoat and a derby. Are you kidding? Do you know how many plain men's raincoats we have on a day like this? About a thousand. Well, let me get back there. I can find it. No. Please, that's against regulations, sir. I am not going to wait here until the end of the performance. Well, you can get your coat tomorrow. Look, man, there's something in the pocket of that coat. I... Well, it so happens I find myself without any money and I need that coat. And I need it now! Listen, if everybody went in there digging through those coats... There's regulations. There's got to be regulations. Then, what do you suggest? Wait till the other party arrives, then swap. I want my coat. As far as I'm concerned Mister that's your coat. You're a great help. That's my coat you've got. And that's mine, thank heaven. They mixed up the checks. I thought you'd never come. Well you couldn't have waited so long. Only since the first aria of the first act. That's all.
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The clip Exchanging the coats Part 2 from The Lost Weekend (1945) Do you always just drop in just for the overture? Goodbye. Oh, oh. Just a minute! Oh, my umbrella if you don't mind. Catch. Thank you very much. I'm terribly sorry. You're the rudest person I've ever seen. What's the matter with you? Oh, just rude I guess. Oh, really. Somebody should talk to your mother. They tried, Miss St. John. My name's not St. John. Well, St. Joseph then. St. James. First name Hilda or Helen, or Harriet, maybe? Helen. Alright, Helen. I also know that you come from Toledo, Ohio. You do? How? Well, I've had three long acts to work you out from that coat of yours. Initials, labels... Alfred Spitzer, Fine Furs, Toledo, Ohio. Maybe I should have explored your coat. But you didn't though. Didn't have time. Good. My name is Don Birnam. How do you do? Well, how do you like New York? Love it. You intend to stay long? Oh, sixty years, perhaps. I live here now. I've got a job. Doing what? Time Magazine. Oh. Time Magazine? Then perhaps you could do something for me. Could you help me become Man of the Year? Delighted. What do you do? Yes, what do I do? I'm a writer. I've just started a novel. As a matter of fact I've started several. But, I never seem to finish one. Well, in that case, why don't you write short stories. Well, I have some of those. First paragraph. Then there's one-half of the opening scene of a play which takes place in the leaning tower of Pisa. It tempts to explain why it leans. And why all sensible buildings should lean.
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The clip Exchanging the coats Part 3 from The Lost Weekend (1945) with Ray Milland, Jane Wyman They'll love that in Toledo. Oh, by the way, are you coming here to Lohengrin next week? I don't know. Because if you are, I'm not going to let this coat out of my hands. Don't worry. Oh, but I do. You know, to be really safe, we should go together. We could. Are you in the phone book? Yes, but I'm not home very much. Well, I'll call you at your office. Editorial Research. If Henry Luce answers, hang up. All right. Would you like a taxi? No, thanks. I'm taking the subway. Oh, very sensible. As a matter of fact, I'm going to an extremely crazy party on Washington Square. If you'll like, I'll take you along. Oh. Thank you very much, Miss St. James, but I have to see a friend uptown. Oh. Goodbye, Mr. Birnam. Goodbye. Who threw that? It fell out of my pocket. Do you always carry those things? That friend of mine, the one uptown, he has a slight cold and I thought I'd take this along and make him a hot toddy. Well, see that he gets a hot lemonade and some asprin. I shall. Bye. Oh, Miss St. James! Yes? What kind of a party was that you asked me to? A cocktail party. Invitation still stand? Of course. Come on.
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The clip The truth comes out from The Lost Weekend (1945) Turn off that light. Don? Turn it off! For heaven's sake, Don. I thought you were with Helen and her father and mother. What happened? Come on Don. I couldn't face it. Couldn't face what? Didn't you go to see them? Certainly I went. One o'clock sharp. I saw them all right. Only they didn't see me. How was that? Such nice, respectable people. I couldn't face them Wick and all the questions they'd ask me. I just couldn't do it. Not cold. I had to have a drink first. Just one. Only the one didn't do anything to me. So you had another and another. Oh, you poor idiot, Don. Won't you ever learn with you, it's like stepping off a roof and expecting to fall just one floor? Will you call her up Wick? Tell her something. Tell her I'm sick. Tell her I'm dead. Will you call? Yes, I'll call. You know she must have written them a lot of nice things about me. What a gentleman I am. A prince. Which hotel is it? The Manhattan. Mr. and Mrs. Charles St. James of Toledo, Ohio. Get up, Don. Just a minute, Helen. Hello, Wick. Is Don here? Don? No. Any idea where he could be? Wasn't he meeting you? Oh, he was supposed to meet us for lunch, then he telephoned he'd be late. Mother's beginning to think I just made him up. Do you suppose something happened to him?
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