All Through The Night Page #3

-This is Marty Callahan.

-Callahan? What do you want?

Just a minute.

Mr. Callahan would like

to converse with you.

Yeah, what is it, obnoxious?

Hello, Gloves? What are you

trying to do, put me out of business?

l run a ultra high-class joint. lf you think

you can drag me into some murder rap--

What? Now, wait a minute.

Translate that into English, will you?

-What? Who?

-Your old lady. Your mother.

She's down here

crabbing my whole setup...

...with some beef about some guy named

Miller, some bakery, some murder rap.

Now, if you don't come and

get her out, l ain't gonna be responsible.

Okay, okay, don't have

a nervous breakdown. l'll be right over.

-Hey, get me out of this.

-Yes, sir.

-What's up?

-We're going to the Duchess Club.

-This is no time for a rumba lesson.

-lt's my mother.

-Your mother?

-What's she doing?

Maybe if we're lucky,

she's dug up another dead body.

Hi, coach. l did it. l did it.

Annabelle and me got married.

l'm the happiest man in the world.

-Congratulations. Come on.

-l and the bride wanna go on a honeymoon.

-Next month, Casanova. Sorry, miss.

-l'm sorry, honey.

Oh, excuse me, Sunshine.

-Goodbye, honey.

-Come on. Come on.

See you later, toots.

Married 20 minutes

and already l'm a widow.

Don't worry, miss. Things ain't

always as black as they looks.

l can stay if l want to.

l want to stay here.

You're getting my customers

conscience-stricken.

-You're busting up my show.

-Take it easy.

This glamour girl

happens to be my mother.

Ain't l got enough trouble with you?

Do l have to have your mother?

l'm warning you.

Don't start up with my son.

l'm telling you, l don't know any Miller.

l know nothing about any murder...

...and stop upsetting my prima donna.

Now, be sweet, will you? Will you scram?

All right, Marty, all right.

Hey, Ma, what are you doing

down here at this time of the night?

Now, don't be angry with me, son.

But that girl's here.

-What girl?

-The one who came to the bakery.

My star performer don't go in

cheap bakeries.

That's what you think. Now, if you talk

to her, you'll find out who killed Miller.

l told you a thousand times,

she don't know any guy named Miller.

Don't go to pieces. What makes

you think she knows anything?

Son, l've got a feeling.

-And you know--

-When you've got a feeling...

-...you've got a feeling.

-You got a feeling.

-Who is this dame?

-Her name is Leda Hamilton.

She sings here.

Songs, foreign-type songs.

Now, will you take

your old lady home?

My customers start thinking

about home and mother, l'm a dead duck.

Now, get her out of here.

-The big blowhard. l'd like--

-All right, Mom.

Now, where is this dame?

Here.

That's her.

-Are you sure it's the same girl?

-Why, of course. Take a good look.

-Not bad.

-What's that?

-l said it's a sad song.

-Table, sir?

No, not just yet. Okay, Mom,

l'll have a talk with her.

-You do that, son. Ask her what she knows.

-Oh, yeah, sure. l'll find out everything.

lncluding address,

telephone number and open dates.

Sunshine, put my mother in a cab.

Have Starchy take her home.

-lt'll be a pleasure.

-Good night.

-l'll give you a full report in the morning.

-You do that.

Good night and go to bed early.

Oh, yes, l'll go to bed early.

Hey, Joe.

-What's he doing here?

-Him and his old lady's driving me nuts.

lf he wants a table, tell him we're full.

lf he starts cracking, heave him out.

l'll do it in reverse.

l'll make him feel like a fish peddler.

We're all sold out, Mr. Donahue.

-Hello, Joe. What do you know?

-Don't say that to me.

Now, Donahue,

our prices are too high for you.

You'd look better

carrying your own tray.

-Besides, we only cater to the smart set.

-One of your off nights, eh?

l'm only gonna be here a few minutes.

What time is it?

You done that on purpose.

Don't get me mad. l got a bad temper.

You also got a bad memory.

Three months in a plaster cast the last time.

Thanks for reminding me.

That's still one l got to pay off.

Back to your smart set, Reginald.

Fish peddler.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

And now l would like to do a number

that l first sang in Paris at the Bal Tabarin.

-Oh, Miss Hamilton.

-Yes?

Remember me? Gloves Donahue.

-Well, l--

-l know. You meet so many people.

That's it.

Miller's Bakery this afternoon.

-l'd like to have a little conference with you.

-l....

Suppose we step over to the bar.

We'll have a drink.

All right.

-What will you have?

-Sherry, please.

Sherry for the lady

and a double martini for me.

-Yes, sir.

-Well, Miss Hamilton...

...l don't mind telling you, you can

certainly sling those obbligatos around.

-Thanks.

-Hello, Gloves.

Hi....

Nice kid.

l met her at the junior prom.

Now, what was it

you wanted to talk to me about?

Well, l don't know exactly

how to begin this beguine.

My old lady had a feeling that you might

be able to tell me about Miller's death.

Said she and the neighbors

used to see you down at the place often.

Of course. l-- l was a customer.

Oh, l seem to remember you saying this

afternoon that it was something personal.

-Did l?

-Yeah.

l can't remember anything l said.

l was so upset.

Well, that makes sense.

l'm sorry l bothered you, Miss Hamilton.

-Not at all.

-My old lady was pretty upset.

-The Millers were good friends of ours.

-Yes, l know.

lf there's anything

l could do for his family....

l-- l never met Mrs. Miller, but he certainly

was one of the nicest men l've ever known.

Yes, he was okay.

My only complaint is that

he didn't tell me about you.

Well, that's too bad.

He told me all about you, though.

-No fooling?

-No fooling.

He knew you ever since

you went to Public School 1 39.

Your real name is Alfred,

but you keep it a secret.

Yeah, and don't you give it away.

What else?

You gave him a dozen ties for Christmas,

you eat his cheesecakes three times a day...

...and make every restaurant

on Broadway buy it, or else.

Oh, now, wait a minute. Miller never

gave you that ''or else'' business.

No. Mr. Callahan.

And he intimated that you were

a no-good, double-crossing, chiseling--

Which one do you wanna believe?

-l'll tell you some other time.

-Okay.

l'm sorry, Mr. Donahue...

...but l couldn't possibly leave

Mr. Callahan right now.

Oh, hello, Pepi.

Pepi, this is Mr. Donahue.

-Mr. Donahue, this is Pepi, my accompanist.

-Hi.

Mr. Donahue is opening

a new club in a few weeks.

-Oh, is he?

-Yes, and he's asked me to work for him.

-Oh, he did.

-Yeah, it's a-- lt's a brand-new idea.

l was thinking Miss Hamilton here

is quite an attraction.

lsn't she?

But we are perfectly happy here,

are we not?

-Of course.

-And now, Mr. Donahue, if you'll excuse us.

-l'd like to finish my drink, please.

-But we have to rehearse.

Didn't you hear her? The lady said

she'd like to finish her drink.

And l said we have no time.

-l wouldn't advise you to do that.

-Do what?

-Listen, back to your piano.

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