Angels Over Broadway Page #4

Never mind your paltry dates.

lm rewriting you, my Broadway scavenger.

Youll become a hero, from Gyp the Blood

to Galahad in one lesson...

...and you, too, my little moth. Rise.

Heroine, l need you both.

Where is my little man Engle?

Hey, waiter, where did my little man go?

You havent seen

a rather sad-looking man...

...in an ill-fitting overcoat,

walking in the rain, have you?

-l aint seen anybody all night.

-Thats too bad.

You stay here while l reconnoiter.

That doorman couldnt have been wrong.

l didnt say it wasnt interesting.

All l said was that

a guy committing suicide is no novelty.

Please, dont talk to me.

lm gonna pull a fast one

on Dutch Enright and the mob...

...for a total stranger.

No wonder he writes flops,

with ideas like that.

-Are you going to keep crying all night?

-l asked you not to talk to me.

For a nickel, ld leave you flat.

Why dont you?

l dont happen to have any other dates.

Besides which, its raining.

l doubt if l could do much better

on a rainy night.

Cut it out, will you?

Theres nothing to cry about.

That poor man.

l never knew anyone who wanted to die.

Except myself.

-l guess a lot of people are like that.

-Like what?

With a pain inside them they cant stand.

lm getting one now.

-Youre cruel and mean.

-Yeah?

l stick to my own troubles to cry over.

You make me sick.

Throwing yourself away on any buzzard

that comes along.

Living like a floozy on a raft.

And now youre crying

about somebody else.

-Thats laughable.

-Let me alone.

lf you dont want to buy something,

whats the idea of coming here to fight?

This is a store and not a theater.

All right, give me some gum.

-What kind you like?

-Dont want any.

Okay, one package.

l dont know why every nut in town

picks out this store every time it rains.

You said it.

-Did you find him?

-Not yet, come on.

-Have a heart, Gene, shell catch cold.

-lve got a cab outside.

l want you two to cruise up and down

and keep your eyes open.

lve got to find Engle before its too late.

-What about you?

-lm at my best on foot.

Meet me at the 43rd St. Theater.

The doorman will let you in.

lf you find him, take him there and wait.

lf not, lll bring him there myself.

-Have you got that?

-Sure.

Very well. Come along and good luck.

-We really didnt look enough.

-We looked plenty.

$3 worth.

You didnt finish telling what happened

after you left the Monkey Club.

Why, nothing.

-You didnt get another job?

-No.

Just been knocking around

ever since with....

lve kept trying continually.

l mean, for a job.

Thats what l was doing tonight, trying.

Yeah. l know all about tonights try.

-Are you Mr. OBrien?

-Yes.

Mr. Gibbons telephoned about you.

He said you should wait on stage.

This way.

lll go turn on a light.

Dont move around

or youll bump into the mountain.

A mountain, what mountain?

lts called the Acracoronian Mountains,

although theres only one of them.

lll put the light on

and you can see for yourself.

lm beginning to understand

the whole thing.

lts the open season for cuckoos.

Really? Just who are you referring to,

Mr. OBrien?

lm referring to Mr. Engle, Mr. Gibbons,

this guy here with the mountain.

And last, but not least, you.

lts a bad sign if you start to think

everybody but you is crazy.

Dont you think?

l wish hed hurry up with the lights.

What are you nervous about?

Do you think lm going to

make a grab at you?

Well, l aint. You can relax.

lt might be a kind of a novelty at that.

Alone with a guy for an hour

and no passes.

Dont worry, Mr. OBrien.

lm getting a little used to it,

and to your insults, too.

l see. lts insulting

when somebody dont make a grab at you.

l apologize.

l dont know

why you want to make me feel bad.

You keep asking me about myself.

When l tell you the truth, you get mad.

-Dont start crying again, will you?

-Why not?

You said it was all right to cry for yourself.

You make me feel

like the most horrible person in the world.

lm sorry.

l must be nuts.

l tag after you like a puppy

and every time l look at you l get sore.

Tie that.

Okay.

Were friends, huh?

Sure.

Lets go see whats happening.

Whats going on here?

Maybe youre upset having to take

Mr. Engle up to the gambling den.

l know its going to come out all right.

Really.

l can just feel it.

Listen.

One thing l aint upset about

is taking Mr. Engle to the gambling den...

...or anywhere else.

Dont get any false ideas in your head.

l aint here for Mr. Engle or Mr. Gibbons.

lm here strictly on my own business.

Whatever that is.

l wish you wouldnt talk that way,

itll be so easy.

-lts going to be easy. Forget it for now.

-No, lm serious.

Theyre bound to let him win.

Even lve read that crooked gamblers

let you win at first as a come on.

Youre reading the wrong books, baby.

To find out what happens to nice guys,

dont read books, just read the headlines.

What happened to the Poles,

the Finns and the Dutch?

They were nice little guys. Did they win?

-They will sometime.

-Forget it.

Every guy for himself. Thats my motto.

Look, the old guy isnt crazy at all.

There is a mountain.

Of course, this isnt the regular lighting.

lt makes a pretty setting

when its rightly lit up.

A snow-capped mountain in Thessaly.

Thessaly was part of Greece.

-The old Greeks--

-We know all about them.

Hear that noise?

Thats the rats.

Always performing....

lf they left this scenery here,

theyd eat it up.

Eat the whole theater up,

if it wasnt for the actors.

The hollering frightens them.

Had l but served my God

with half the zeal l served my King...

...he would not in mine age

have left me naked to mine enemies.

Go, you!

Get out of there!

Go away! Go away!

Now theyre silent.

He aint crazy, you say.

Gee, its a beautiful theater.

lf l only had my slave costume

and my chains.

Hey, that aint safe.

Youll break your neck.

lts wonderful up here.

Any objections?

Not particularly.

Theres something funny

about you and me.

Maybe its just me.

No kidding,

something just keeps me from kissing you.

You dont have to keep harping on

the fact you dont like me.

Dont play dumb.

l dont like that side of you, thats all.

What side do you mean?

l dont understand, honestly.

Sure you dont, because

lm talking like a chump, thats why.

lm pretending

theres something swell about you.

This delusion came over me

while we were dancing.

You know,

when you look into a girls eyes...

...and you think you see something

that isnt there?

Well, thats what l saw.

Maybe it was there. Maybe--

This is just my night for seeing things.

First l see a millionaire

by the name of Engle...

...then l run into a dream girl.

-Come on, its all phony baloney.

-Bill.

Theres no seven rolling for me tonight.

Lets go someplace sensible.

Theres no seven rolling for me tonight.

Lets go someplace sensible.

Hello, there!

This way, Mr. Engle.

Joe, a couple of glasses with that bottle.

Enter our hero.

-You found him, lm so glad.

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