42nd Street Page #5

- Here I come.

Give the little boy a big hand.

Right across your big mouth.

Please!

I tell you, I don't even know

my own strength. Wait a minute.

Just look here.

Oh, you're too, too divine.

Tomorrow you've got to give

a performance, not an exhibition.

Well, you'd never know it

from the manuscript.

I beg your pardon.

She's right.

- Let's dance.

- I don't want to.

- Come on, I wanna dance.

- Stop mauling me.

Let me alone.

You're not funny to me tonight.

- I've got half a mind...

- You're telling me.

Do you wanna cramp your act?

In a star, it's temperament,

but in a chorus girl, it's just bad taste.

What is this, target practice?

Why can't you let me alone?

Wisecracks, I'm sick of them!

I'm tired of you.

Tired of all of you, do you hear?

Why, Dorothy.

You know, you better hop on your

Kiddie Kar and go back to Cleveland.

Excuse me, it's the tight shoes.

Shut up!

- Where are you going?

- Maybe she needs me.

- Are you going to be a sucker for that?

- Sucker! You listen to me.

$ 70,000 is a lot of money

to pay for a pack of insults.

So you've been calling me

a sucker behind my back, eh?

Well, I ain't a sucker for anybody.

Dorothy don't mean that to me!

If not for me, she wouldn't

have had a show to star in.

She better not try to

give me the air now.

Now...

So that's it, is it?

You small-town big shot.

- Now don't start...

- Shut up!

So I better not give you the air, eh?

Well, that's exactly what

I'm giving you right now.

Now get out of my room, you sucker!

Get out!

Try and make me!

- Don't do that again!

- Get out!

Get out!

No place for anybody

whose insurance ain't paid.

Wait for me.

And the next time you come to

a lady's apartment, act like a lady.

Please!

We've located Mr. Denning for you.

Get him for me, will you?

Oh, now what?

- Hello, Dorothy.

- Hello, Pat...

Pat, I can't stand it any longer.

I've gotta see you.

- Yes, but...

- Please don't ask me why.

Just come quickly, please.

All right, dear. I'll be right over.

Come in.

Sorry, Julian.

More trouble.

- What's up?

- Dorothy's out of the show.

Definitely, once and for all, she's out.

Well, let me have it. What happened?

She threw me out of her room.

That's what.

Now you want to throw her out.

What is this? A game?

- You can't do it.

- Oh, no?

Brock's in my show and that's final.

If Dorothy stays in...

...this show don't open

tomorrow night. That's final.

Why, you potbellied sap.

I resent that.

You've sunk $ 70,000 already,

and you're gonna toss that away...

...because of a dame?

That's my funeral, ain't it?

And the funeral of 200 other people:

Chorus girls, boys, electricians.

You wouldn't be that mean, would you?

Well, I think she ought to apologize.

Why, of course she'll apologize.

She'll be sorry by morning.

I wish you wouldn't take it like this.

Back in New York, they're calling you

"The Angel of Broadway."

- Sure.

- Are they?

Well...

...I guess maybe I can overlook it,

if she apologizes.

But it must be tonight.

That's final.

What's the matter?

You don't seem to be warming up at all.

Oh, don't, Terry! Please!

Come on, this is no way to act.

You've got me wrong, Terry.

I'm not acting.

I just don't like to

be pawed, that's all.

Come here, honey.

Why, you don't know...

- Must have been a fuse.

- Yeah, a fuse named Charlie.

Peggy!

Go get her, Terry!

Come on, let's have another drink.

- Going down?

- No, sir. Up.

If he cramps our show now...

We fixed him once before,

and we can do it again. Let's get Marsh.

- What?

- Mr. Denning. Is he here?

- You know he is. What do you want?

- Mr. Denning.

Can't leave him alone for

five minutes, can you?

Please, Miss Brock. This is important.

What's the matter?

Oh, Pat, there's going

to be trouble. I saw...

Oh! So it's "Pat" to him,

but it's "Mr. Denning" to me.

You bet there's gonna be trouble.

- Let's see what it's about.

- I know what it's about!

She's been spying on us.

- Spying? I wasn't spying...

- You were!

You were peeking through the keyhole.

You were, because I saw you.

She's jealous.

You want him, but you won't get him!

- Wait a minute.

- Wait for what?

More spying and double-crossing?

- Let me go! Let me...

- Wait a minute.

- Oh, Miss Brock!

- Dorothy...

You pushed me, didn't you?

Dorothy, what's the matter with you?

- My ankle.

- What is it?

My ankle.

- Get the house doctor right away.

- All right.

Please send the house doctor

to Miss Brock's apartment.

Yes, thank you.

Get her shoes off, quick.

There, there, now.

Pat, it's swelling.

- Answer the door, it's the doctor.

- All right.

- You sent for me?

- Yes, doctor. Right in there.

- Oh, doctor. It's her ankle.

- Which one?

- A glass of water, please.

- Yes, doctor.

Is your name Denning?

I want to talk to you. Where is she?

- She's had an accident.

- What?

She fell and twisted her ankle.

It may be a break.

What are you talking about?

How bad is it?

- Can't tell definitely.

- Maybe it's only a sprain.

Looks like a fracture.

Can't tell till the x-rays are made.

- Will she be able to go on tomorrow?

- Go on?

- She's got the show tomorrow night!

- Not a chance.

She's got to! Do something, doctor!

Get her a pair of crutches.

Don't stand there gaping.

Oh, get out! Get out!

- I still don't know why you're here.

- Lf it was your business, I'd tell you.

A broken ankle, huh?

It's too bad it wasn't her neck.

May I have your attention?

- Quiet, quiet!

- Quiet, please!

There'll be no performance tonight.

Wait a minute. Wait!

Our star, Miss Brock, has had

an accident. She's broken her ankle.

Don't leave the theater until

you're dismissed. Get that, Andy?

Hold the company here

for further instructions.

- Stick around, everybody.

- Don't anybody leave the theater!

You gotta think of something, someone.

There must be some way out of this.

Dillon just phoned.

He's got everything fixed.

- Up to and including Brock's ankle.

- No, he's going through with it.

He's going through with what?

He found someone to take Brock's place,

and he's on his way here with her now.

- Where?

- I don't know.

Come on, Marsh.

No such luck.

Now, there's a Kiddie Kar

I could really go for.

Anytime Annie. Well, lay me low.

Your new leading lady, folks. I guess

I saved the day all right this time.

We'd better go in

and talk it over with Marsh.

- You have a big investment in this show.

- You're telling him?

I appreciate your help,

but she won't do.

Sure! She didn't wanna do it at first,

but I convinced her.

She's all set.

Why, she'll be sensational.

- How about letting me talk?

- All right.

Let's quit kidding, Mr. Marsh.

Abbie, all those things sounded swell

at breakfast...

...but I can't carry this show.

I know that as well as you do.

I appreciate your honesty.

Swell, because you've got somebody

here who can carry your show.

A great little trouper.

Aren't I capable

of selecting my own cast?

But you'd never pick her.

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