42nd Street Page #3

- What'll you do?

I'll talk it over with Murphy,

a friend of mine from downtown.

Slim Murphy?

Murphy will kill him.

That'll teach him a good lesson.

I don't want to be mixed up

with Murphy or any other gangsters.

One man's meat

is another man's Murphy.

I told you what this show means to me.

Well, this is what it does mean.

Hello, Murphy? This is Julian Marsh.

Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks. Listen to me.

You gotta do me a favor.

Did you ever hear of Dorothy Brock?

Good, that makes it so much easier.

Well, listen to me and get this.

It seems there's a certain guy

by the name of Denning.

D-E-N...

N-l-N-G.

I got you, Mr. Marsh. Sure.

Hey, pipe down!

What do you think I got on, earphones?

It's as good as done.

Say, you ain't gonna forget me

on ducats for the new show, are you?

Thattaboy!

Not another nickel, honey.

Just can't be done anymore, that's all.

Pat, don't be silly.

We've always shared

and shared alike, haven't we?

What's come over you?

Getting a sudden attack

of manhood, possibly.

Let's quit kidding ourselves.

I'm a regular anchor around your neck.

- You're not.

- I am.

Besides, never being able to see you...

...except when nobody's looking

is getting me down.

But, darling,

I owe everything I am to you.

It was you and that act of ours

that started me in all this.

Why, you trained me and coached me

and taught me all I know.

I was pretty dumb too.

- I haven't forgotten.

- The act?

It was grand, Pat. Really grand.

- It was terrible.

- You didn't think so then.

You mean I didn't say so then.

Oh, Dot, you've gone ahead.

You've earned it. I've stayed

behind where I belong, I guess.

You've kept yourself behind.

Nothing of the sort. They wanted you.

They never wanted me.

Besides, I've been getting myself

some education...

... and they have a name

for a man who doesn't work...

...who accepts money from a woman.

It isn't a very nice name.

- Darling, you're talking like a child.

- No, I'm not.

- There isn't any other reason, is there?

- No.

- Sure?

- Sure, I'm sure.

It's late. I'll take you home.

Keep the change.

- Thank you, sir.

- Thank you.

- I wish you didn't feel that way.

- So do I, but I do.

Watch your tempo! Watch it, will you?

Get your feet off the floor.

Faster, faster!

Come on, faster! Faster!

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

It's brutal!

May I remind you that Pretty Lady's

out-of-town opening is not far away?

It's been advertised as

a musical comedy with dancing!

If it isn't asking too much,

will you please show me a little?

All right, once again. Give it something!

Come on. Ready, Jerry?

Get into it now. Come on!

Having fun?

After three weeks,

a leg ain't nothing to me...

...but something to stand on.

Let me hear your number, Dorothy.

Come on, Jerry. The "Habit" number.

Jerry, put it up a half tone, will you?

Doesn't she sing gorgeous?

Seventy thousand bucks.

Watch this, honey.

I may want you to understudy her.

All right, okay.

Come on, folks, get ready for

the duet number. Start up.

Okay, Jerry, let's go.

Come on, faster!

Faster, Jerry, faster!

What's the matter with you?

- You all right, kid?

- I guess so.

Come on, faster. Faster!

Peggy!

- Stand back! Get back in line.

- She's fainted.

Come on now, places.

This is a rehearsal, not a rest cue.

Mac, take her outside. Hurry up.

Come on, everybody.

All right, come on, get back.

Jerry, let's go.

Come on, pick it up!

- Here, sir.

- Thank you.

- Hold your places!

- Lawler, inside.

- The girl's okay.

- You feel better, honey?

I guess I fainted.

That's a good guess.

Well, I guess I'm all right now.

Bad guess. Better sit down again.

Now listen, you let me play now.

What would you suggest, doctor?

A little fresh air and conversation.

What about Mr. Marsh?

Never mind Mr. Marsh.

Let's sit this dance out.

And if I lose my job?

If you do, there just won't be any show.

Anyway, it's a nice idea.

I've got a lot of nice ideas.

What I need are ears to spill them in.

Well, won't mine do?

Yes, you know, I think

they'd do very, very nicely.

When are your ears available?

At all sorts of odd hours.

You must look them up sometime.

Remind me to tell you you're swell.

- That's all for tonight.

- All right, dismissed, girls.

Well, thanks, doctor.

Your prescription was great.

Now for the workshop.

You gotta take it daily

to really do any good.

It'll have to be

absent treatment, I'm afraid.

At least for the time being.

- Good night, Jimmy.

- Good night.

Coming, Abner?

Dorothy, where will we eat?

You know, Abner,

I'm not a bit hungry.

- But I'm all dressed for dinner.

- Oh, yes, so you are.

I'll get the car.

- Dorothy, the car's here.

- Yes, Abner.

Why, doctor, you must like it here.

I'm beginning to.

I'm not the doctor anymore, you are.

I've become the patient,

and I'd like a little advice.

Very well, but you might tell

the doctor your name.

I couldn't do that,

but my initials are Pat Denning.

What do you advise for a man

who's both hungry and lonesome?

- Company.

- Excellent.

Did you have anyone in mind?

- Did you?

- Will you?

- I'm very much afraid I will.

- Good.

Good night, Pat.

It was a wonderful evening.

- I'll see you again?

- I hope so.

- Good.

- Good night.

Hey, got a match?

Yep. I guess so.

Happen to know a guy

named Pat Denning?

- Why, yes.

- We've got a message for him.

This guy Denning's a pretty wise mug,

but he ain't wise enough.

If he don't lay off Dorothy Brock,

it'll be just too bad...

...for Denning. Get me?

- I'll tell him.

- Yeah, well...

- That's so you don't forget.

- Pat!

Who were they?

- Friends with good advice.

- Are you hurt?

Not much.

But, Pat, tell me what happened.

Better let it drop.

Besides, it's hardly a bedtime

story for a nice girl like you.

What do you think this is?

Get that man out of here!

- But, Mrs. Holt...

- But nothing!

I have eyes.

Just because there's a depression on,

some folks think I'll stand for it.

But you don't know.

After running a rooming house for 19

years, there's nothing I don't know.

Now you get out, and no more talk!

Then if he goes, I go too!

Probably I'll be able to bear

up under that blow too.

Well...

...where do we go from here?

- Hotel?

- I suppose so.

But it'll have to be inexpensive,

as I only have a dollar and a half.

- What about my place?

- Broke?

Not exactly.

Not exactly flush either.

Then I guess it's your place

or a park bench.

Here you are.

That's better.

Hand me your coat.

Make yourself comfortable.

Will you excuse me a minute?

Rose-colored glasses.

Let's see how the world looks.

- Okay, doctor.

- Here we go.

- Things beginning to look any better?

- A little bit.

- Tired, aren't you?

- Dead tired.

And I feel just like beginning.

You hop, step and jump

as many miles as I have today...

... and you'd be tired too.

Pat, what are you doing?

Please put me down!

Please, Pat. Please put me down.

Now you go right to sleep, youngster.

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