Angels Over Broadway Page #6

All l want is $3,000.

Fine, now theres some sense

to the whole thing.

Me, sticking my neck out for nothing

and for no reason.

-Are you ready for the lions den?

-Yes.

Wait a minute.

lf you only had a fur collar or something.

You sure cant go in there

with those five-and-ten-cent cuff links.

Take them off.

A fine millionaire youd look like

with that tin on you.

l didnt notice

but theres some guys smarter than me.

Here, put these on. Theyre rubies.

lts just wasting time.

lm handling this from now on.

l know what lm doing.

Those guys got eyes like sharpshooters.

And take off that pushcart tie, partner.

Carvet, $5 a throw.

-Heres some more props.

-His suit isnt pressed.

Thats nothing.

Theyll think hes an eccentric.

Catos. Handmade. lts a honey, aint it?

Here.

Heres the clincher.

Class, eh?

To Gene, my first, last and only.

Harriet, June, 1924.

lts his wife. Shes suing him

for divorce now, isnt she?

Hurry, were losing time.

My first, last and only.

lmagine a dame writing that

and meaning it.

No, l suppose you cant.

Wouldnt look so hot on a rain check,

would it? Come on.

-Bill.

-What?

-Dont hate me.

-Youre all right.

l mean, if anything goes wrong.

You just take a powder

and kindly omit flowers.

Youll be back?

Those are my plans.

-lm jumping inside.

-Come on, buck up.

lt would be funny, wouldnt it,

if it turned out like l told you.

We make just as much money

saving a guys life...

...as we would have had for trimming him.

Come on.

Theres the stairs.

Keep right on going, all the way down.

Dont stop for a taxi in front of the hotel.

-lf there aint one there, keep on going.

-Yes.

Well, here it is.

Are you ready, diablo?

Hello, Tony. lts okay. Come on.

-Hello, Jack. Hello, Eddie.

-Hello, Billy.

Tell Dutch lm here with Mr. Engle,

will you?

Okay, come on in.

After you, Mr. Engle.

-Mr. Enright, this is my friend Mr. Engle.

-lm glad to meet you, Mr. Enright.

lm glad to see you again.

You two know each other?

This is the gentleman

l was telling you about.

-Looking for a little fun?

-l dont mind.

We got a little club like this back home.

We got a little club like this back home.

-ls that so? Wheres that?

-ln Cleveland.

Fine town.

-Have a chair.

-Thanks.

lts getting kind of late for me.

What time have you got?

1:
30, thats all.

l see youve changed your tie.

Yes, you might as well dress up

for a party.

We dont usually let strangers

into the club...

...but were a little shorthanded tonight.

As long as our friend Mr. OBrien

brought you, its okay if you take a hand.

Mr. Engle was worried downstairs

he didnt have any cash.

l told him that the members

usually play for cash.

No cash?

No, but l got my checkbook with me.

lve only used up half of it.

You know the story about the guy

whose bank told him he was overdrawn?

He called up the bank and said,

How can that be?

l havent used up all the checks

in my checkbook yet.

You see, he thought he was still rich.

l get it.

-Cleveland, eh?

-Yes.

Cleveland Bank.

No, its the New York Bank.

l have money in the New York Bank

and in Cleveland and Chicago.

lt makes it easier

when lm traveling around.

-All right with you boys?

-Sure, Mr. Engles all right.

l guess well take your check.

How much do you want, $5,000?

Thats a little bit steep for a starter.

l mean, ld rather have...

...$3,000 to begin with.

That ought to be enough to have fun with.

Okay. Here you are.

-You start it, Mac.

-What limit do we play?

Table stakes, Mr. Engle,

and all the fun you want.

That suits me all right.

l got Gibbons into my room finally.

He was out on his feet

when he was talking to you.

Lucky l didnt bring him.

He was crashing around like a goat.

-Whos that?

-Mr. Gibbons.

The writer l was telling you about.

Pass.

l open for $100.

lm in.

Mr. Engle?

-No. Pass.

-ln.

-How many?

-Give me three.

One.

Three.

l bet $500.

Up $500.

l call.

lm out.

Three queens.

Always beats two pair.

A little action, huh?

Short and sweet.

Regent 4-6-0-7-1.

Hello, who is this?

Hello, Anna.

l want to speak to Mrs. Gibbons, please.

Her husband, tell her.

Hello, sweet. How are you?

Harriet, lll tell you, not so good.

lm drunk, as usual.

At least l think l am. lts all mixed up.

l thought l had an idea for a new play...

...but l dont seem to remember

what it was.

Please, darling, dont get sore.

l want to talk to you.

l want to come home.

l dont know, sweet.

Some fish trap as usual.

lts a hotel, l guess.

Listen, sweet, l need you.

l want to come home.

l dont seem to be able to write

anywhere else.

You are sweet.

Thats very kind of you.

No, its nothing, dear.

Just a little cold, l guess.

Listen, darling...

...the only warm place l have ever been

is in your heart.

Youre the only light

that didnt go out on me.

All the others went out.

But not you.

Thank you.

l can find my way home.

l know the way.

Thank you, sweet.

l might have known l wasnt alone.

You must pardon my bad manners.

l dont usually run out on a lady,

but l have business in the night.

You remind me of something.

l dont seem to remember what it was.

This is all very confusing.

l havent done anything wrong, have l?

No.

Well, l can find my way home all right.

Thank you.

Goodnight...

...Snow White.

-Wheres he going?

-Home.

Hes walking out? Hes picked a fine time.

No, dont! lt wont do any good.

Let him go.

-What happened?

-Nothing.

He doesnt remember anything.

Hes forgotten.

He didnt know who l was.

Whats happened in there?

-Everythings going all right.

-Tell me.

Hes laying back, as per instructions,

waiting for the come-on.

-Theres something wrong?

-No. Nothings wrong.

l suppose its worth it.

lts certainly making money the hard way.

lts like being shot out of a cannon.

-Have you ever been to Miami?

-No.

You ought to go swell down there...

...with the celebrities, in a bathing suit.

Who knows?

You may end up with a real tycoon.

Be my luck, just as lm getting used to you.

Somebody would wave a diamond collar at

you and lm left alone in the cabana.

Whats that for?

For a nickel, ld flatten you.

You make me sick

with that phony look in your eyes.

You and Gibbons both grandstanding!

Dont you try it!

You just be yourself and lll be myself, see?

lm in this for a split.

Youre what youve always been,

only this time it aint for dimes.

lf you dont like it, go look for

that last buzzard of yours, Mr. Hugo!

Listen, lve got things on my mind.

Cut it out, will you?

Pass.

Youre not getting much of a play,

Mr. Engle.

l guess the decks a little cold yet.

-Whos got a cigarette?

-lve got one. Right here.

Thanks.

-Your name aint Gene, is it?

-No.

Thats what l thought.

That belongs to Gibbons, dont it?

Gene Gibbons?

Yes.

Yes, he let me have it.

l guess he wanted to make me feel good,

so ld put money up on his play.

Deal them already.

Lets have a little action.

Of course, he was pretty drunk.

ln fact, lm kind of worried about him.

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