It Happened One Night

What's that?
Who are you?
Who, me?
I'm the whippoorwill that cries in the night.
I'm the soft morning breeze
that caresses your lovely face.

You've got a name, haven't you?
Yeah, I got a name. Peter Warne.
Peter Warne.
I don't like it.
Don't let it bother you.
You're giving it back to me in the morning.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Warne.
The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Warne.
- Another message, sir.
- What is it? What is it?

It's from Charleston.
"Checking every northbound train.

"Also assigned 20 operators
to watch main highways.

"No sign of her yet.
Will continue to do all possible.

"Signed, Lovington Detective Agency."
It's just the same as all the others.
- Yes, sir?
- I said I was in a hurry to get to New York.

- What are we crawling for?
- I got it wide open.

- All right, step on it.
- Yes, sir.

I hope she's all right.
All right? Of course, she's all right.
What could happen to her?

- Nothing, sir.
- Then shut up about it.

Hey, mister.