A Hatful of Rain Page #10

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but I was here.

You couldn't write

to me and tell me?

Write you and tell you what?

That-- That your favorite

son was a junkie?

- Don't--

- You going to swing?

Go ahead. Go ahead, swing.

Take your failures out on me.

You--

You poor old man.

What are you hitting me

for, Pop?

What have I done?

Want to know something?

You don't know anything.

You walk around with

your head in the clouds.

Why don't you stand still

for a minute

and try to find something out?

Dope. He's a junkie,

and you paid for it.

She'll be all right.

Nothing to worry about the baby.

I want her to rest for a while,

and then you can take her home.

Thanks, doc.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going to look for Johnny.

You take her home.

What-- Where's my wife?

Who knows? She's not here.

You got the money?

Hey!

Heads I win, tails you lose.

You know that game, junkie?

Can you see your old

Mother over here, Johnny?

He's smiling.

Look what I got for you, Johnny.

Right hand, pure white,

a free ride

on the midnight carousel,

tax-free, and you'll

fly like a bird.

Left hand, and you go

to the hospital

and hold hands

with Willie de Carlo.

Don't start playing

those games again.

Give me the pipe.

I'll work him.

All work and no play makes dough

but no kicks, Chuchie.

Hey, I'm mixing them up.

Left, right, right, left.

Which hand? Pick it.

Come on, pick it.

I'm quitting, Mother.

I'm through.

I-- I'm through, Mother.

Through with your old Mother?

Every boy belongs to his Mother.

Come on, junkie.

The dreams or the hospital.

The dreams--

Here, take it. Take it

and get out of here.

And count it downstairs.

Five-oh-oh.

You'd better fix him. He's going

to crumble any minute.

Take it with you, Mother.

I'm through, Mother.

- You'll crawl, Johnny.

- Ooh!

Where's Celia?

She's with Pop.

They'll be here soon.

Oh, I don't want them

to see me like this.

Get me out of here, Polo.

Oh, Polo!

It's starting!

Oh, help me, Polo.

Hel me. I'm going to kick it.

I tell you I can kick it!

Got your keys?

Please help me.

Polo? Johnny?

Anybody there?

Polo, give me your handkerchief.

Back room, Johnny.

Hang on. Hang on, Johnny.

- Polo!

- Yeah. All right, Pop.

- Open the door.

- All right.

Where's Johnny?

He-- He's waiting for me.

He asked me to keep you and

the old man away from him.

I don't believe you.

Celia, honey, I tell you,

I know what I'm doing.

You don't know

what you're doing, Polo,

and you don't know

what you've done.

Don't turn your back, Polo.

I just talked to my doctor.

He said there's very little

any of us can do,

but there's a slight chance,

only a very slight chance--

I know what his

chances are, Celia.

You're not two little kids

huddled in a dark corner

anymore, Polo.

Where is Johnny?

He's waiting for me.

Don't you see, Celia?

As long as he gets it,

he's all right.

Y-You'd never know

he was any different.

I love your brother, Polo,

but I'm not afraid of him.

If you don't tell me where he is,

I'll have the police find him.

No. No police.

We'll call a doctor.

Look, I don't have to go

back to Palm Beach.

I'll get a job up here.

We'll all take care of him together.

Why call the police?

You don't understand.

We can't help him.

But there is a place in Kentucky

that takes care

of people like Johnny.

What people like Johnny?

People drink, don't they?

So he takes a little

something once in a while.

What do you want to go

running to the police for?

Polo!!!

Get 'em out of here!

Get 'em out of here!

- Get them out of here!

- Johnny!

Get 'em out of here!

I don't want them to--

Johnny!

Pop. Pop, watch over me,

will you, Pop?

Don't let them come

near me again, Pop.

Don't let me go, huh?

Hold on, Johnny.

For the love of God, hold on.

We're all here.

He's freezing.

He'll die!

Polo, what will I do?

Rock him. Hold him

like a baby in your arms.

You rock him, Pop.

I rocked him long enough.

Now you watch over him.

Polo, Polo, get some blankets.

No, I didn't

want you to see this.

I didn't want anybody

to see this.

Well, we did see it, Johnny.

We-- We can't make believe

we didn't, can we?

Shh.

There, there.

I'm going to ask you

both to go now.

- Well, what--

- Pop, please.

Come on, Pop. Come on.

Johnny. Shh.

Uh, Polo, you want to walk

me over to the hotel?

Yeah, sure, Pop.

I'm sorry, Celia.

You don't know how sorry I am.

I don't care how sorry

you are, Johnny.

Johnny, I'm-- I'm going

to call the police,

and you're going

to the hospital.

No, don't send me away.

We can't live like this.

You can live or die.

We can live or die, Johnny.

It's our only chance.

Make the phone call, Celia.

I want the police.

Hello?

I want to report a drug addict.

Yes, he's here now.

Mrs. Celia Pope.

967 Rivingston Street,

apartment 3H.

It's my husband.

My husband!

Would you hurry, please?

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