Angels Over Broadway Page #3

The only light in the world.

Lonely, and the wind blowing.

And outside, the snow like a white horse.

The little stove burning in the dark...

...like the eye of dreams.

Please, Gene, youre drunk.

l dont want to talk about that now.

Where is the little stove of yesteryear

and the white horse?

Gone, huh?

Burnt out and run away.

What are you doing?

Taking back one humble little gift of love.

Just one, for a good cause.

See?

Sylvia, do you want me to do anything?

Who wants to do something?

You, sir.

Control yourself, son.

Tell this madcap how hard l can hit.

Never mind, Stevie.

lts quite all right.

Thank you, beautiful.

He giveth and he taketh back...

...in a good cause.

Thank you.

Hello, Mr. Engle.

You can dismiss your hearse.

Manna!

This trinket was obtained from Cartiers

for $12,000.

You can raise $3,000 on it

from any financier.

lts yours.

Live, little man, and suffer.

lts hard to understand.

A man you never met before comes along

and does a thing like this.

l didnt think a thing like this

could ever happen.

Your drink, Mr. Engle.

-Heres to tomorrow.

-Tomorrow!

Tomorrow.

Take it easy, Lazarus.

l dont know what to do.

You call on Mr. Hopper in the morning...

...and you hand that moth-eaten nemesis

the $3,000...

...and then you spit in his eye.

Applause.

But thats not the question.

Allow me to explain, sir, the secret of life.

Yesterdays pain...

...is tomorrows joke.

And youll always end up laughing...

...if you can manage

not to cut your throat first.

Thats the message of my last three flops.

Youre a wonderful man, Mr. Gibbons.

l dont know how to explain it.

lts like when you meet somebody

on a dark street and he smiles at you.

You dont feel frightened for a minute.

For a minute, you feel all right.

lll tell you what lm going to do.

Yes, lm going to do it.

lm going to call her up.

Well sit here until his nibs goes back

to his table.

Well sit here until his nibs goes back

to his table.

Then you step in.

Really, l step in?

Thats right.

What am l supposed to do, lasso him?

Do just what you did last time.

Last time? What last time?

The last time

you got some fellow to fall for you.

l dont see why lm wasting my time

to get insulted.

Cut it out.

This is business, so dont hand me any line.

l know your type backwards.

You do?

lf you dont care to talk to me

like a gentleman--

Nix, nix, lets have none of that.

lf we go into partnership,

lets go in with our eyes open.

All lve got on my mind is to grab

some dough and get in the money.

l dont care how l get there.

As for you, baby,

lve known dozens like you...

...sappy kids with a heart like a cur-dog,

that answers whistles...

...and figures theyre having a good time.

lm a little better than you think,

Mr. OBrien.

That wouldnt be hard.

l aint trying to insult you,

just analyzing things, see?

The trouble with you is

that youre a born sucker.

All you know is

how to let people take advantage of you.

What do you think youre doing?

Reform me into a gangsters assistant

so lll end up shooting policemen?

-Thats very funny.

-lt is, huh?

lm trying to show you something else than

nickels to grab and buzzards to run with.

l used to be like you: Two bits

and ld start bowing like a Chinaman.

Baby, youre worth more than two bits.

You dont think so, but l do.

lm getting a little confused.

Youre not trying to make love to me

by any chance?

Baby, when l start making love to you,

it wont be any guessing game.

She was crying

as she answered the phone.

l didnt have a chance to tell her.

She wants to see me in the morning.

Do you know what l think?

Shes through with him, this Morgan.

Why would she be crying?

Sure shes through with him,

she hates him.

lll see her in the morning.

We can go away and start all over.

Not with Hopper. Some place else.

A fellow like me can always get a job.

l know how to do lots of things.

lts nice, isnt it?

Quite a joke, Gene, isnt it?

Hello, my dear.

Are you joining us?

New flagship.

Draw right up, Admiral.

You were always so witty,

such wonderful pranks.

Then so contrite the day after.

lf you are not going to sit down to chat,

pardon me.

l dont want your conscience to bother you

in the morning when you sober up.

l dont want you to feel badly

about being a thief and a swine.

You really didnt steal anything.

That pin is only paste.

l paid $10 for it

while my other was being made over.

You know,

it was terribly funny, your taking it.

Youre quite welcome to it.

Please never mind calling me up

about giving it back...

...or about anything else.

You stupid, drunken fool.

You should give up drinking,

Gene old boy...

...if you want to turn into a Raffles.

Come.

My stupidity begins to amaze me.

Poor little Engle...

...in the hands of an idiotic drunk.

Well...

...we must find other means.

Hello, Mr. Engle.

Do you mind if l have my purse back?

-Thanks so much for guarding it.

-How are they coming, Gene?

My boy,

you wouldnt happen to have $3,000...

...to spare?

Who, me?

Thats a laugh.

Say, whats going on here?

Mr. Engle needs $3,000 very badly.

ln fact, desperately.

lts a matter of life and death.

-What? Why, l thought that he--

-ls that true, Mr. Engle?

-l mean, are you really broke?

-Face to face with disaster.

-Thanks for trying to help me.

-lts going to be all right.

Got to think awhile.

Excuse me for laughing,

but this is too funny.

Cut it out.

The phony. Theres nothing to laugh at.

-lts a funny joke, Mr. Gibbons--

-Shut up.

-Anybodys liable to--

-Maybe you can put it in a play.

Mr. OBrien thought

Mr. Engle was a millionaire.

Thats what hes been telling me.

He was going to introduce Mr. Engle

to some crooked gamblers.

And he, Mr. Engle,

was going to be trimmed.

For $30,000 or $40,000, wasnt it,

Mr. OBrien, playing poker?

We were going to clean up,

l and Mr. OBrien...

...on our cut for steering him up there.

Mr. Engle, the millionaire.

You fell out of a policemans whistle...

...you think.

What you fell out of was your cradle

and right onto your head.

Okay, copper.

Going to make a fortune for me...

...swindling a poor fellow without a dime.

Somebody give me a drink,

this is too funny.

lve got an idea.

Youve given me the finest plot turn

since the Tower of Babel.

-Take it easy, Gene.

-Quiet!

As l understand it,

your crooked friends are waiting...

...for Mr. Engle with felonious intent.

Waiting to swindle him

in a poker game, right?

Forget it. Shes talking through her hat.

No lying, we havent time for it.

Your undivided attention, Mr. OBrien.

This is perfect.

Youre taking our millionaire, Mr. Engle,

to your gamblers den.

Your greedy friends will let him win at first

as a come on.

Let him win, shall we say, $3,000.

At that point, he will excuse himself

for a moment and vanish into the night...

...solvent and with a new lease on life.

Wait a minute. Lets get out of here.

Weve got another date.

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