Mary Marshall, serving a six year term for accidental manslaughter, is given a Christmas furlough from prison to visit her closest relatives, her uncle and his family in a small Midwestern town. On the train she meets Zach Morgan, a troubled army sergeant on leave for the holidays from a military hospital. Although his physical wounds have healed, he is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder and is subject to panic attacks. The pair are attracted to one another and in the warm atmosphere of the Christmas season friendship blossoms into romance, but Mary is reluctant to tell him of her past and that she must shortly return to prison to serve the remainder of her sentence. Written by
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When Mrs Marshall hang's up Zach's overcoat in the closet, the rank on the overcoat is that of a Master Sergeant but he is a Sgt First Class not a Master Sergeant. See more »
[Mary picks up an evening dress in a dress shop]
You like this one, don't you, Mary?
Then you're going to have it.
Oh, no. Uh-uh.
Now, you listen to me, Mary. You can't wear the same clothes day after day, your soldier boy's going to get tired of them.
Well, I've been fooling him well enough so far. I've been wearing one blouse after another. I don't need a dress, dear.
Now, Zach's made a big thing of inviting us all to this New Year's Eve party. You can't wear a suit.
Uh-uh. I'll ...
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Criticize this movie as you will, call it schlocky, or cornball, or whatever, it will always be one of my favorites ... perhaps because it was one of the first late night tv movies I ever got to stay up late and watch at 12 yrs old. I lapped up this sentimental romance like a puppy laps up cream. It didn't occur to me to take it any way but seriously. And years later the sound of two stones hitting a lamp post at the end still makes my spine tingle.
Everyone else has outlined the plot, I'd just like to point out something really interesting. Ginger was around 33 when she made this movie playing a girl in her early twenties. And each time there's a close up of her face at Christmas, it's obvious the lens has been coated with vaseline or something... she looks softer and hazier than anyone else in the movie. "I'll Be Seeing You" is the epitome of old 1940's sentimental romances. And if you like that sort of thing, you'll love this one.
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