We're on the "Pre-Code Hollywood" collection from Universal, who owns the Paramount rights up to 1948. Don't get that, but whatev....

In Hot Saturday, young, small town bank clerk Ruth Brock (Nancy Carroll) gets reeled in by small-town millionaire--and social disturbance--Mr. Sheffield (Cary Grant). She gets set up by a jealous lover at her bank, who schemes to get her fired and blackballed by her family and the whole town. It works. In the end, she jumps in Mr. Sheffield's car and motors off for New York. Quite an indictment of small-town America, if there ever was one.

Next was Torch Singer with Claudette Colbert as an unwed mother who gives up her baby for adoption (whores take note), then changes her name and achieves superstardom as New York's most notorious torch singer and party girl, only to be convienently reunited with the baby daddy in the last two minutes of the film, changing her ways back to soulful mommy. Claudette Colbert is/was fucking hot.