Baby Take a Bow Page #5

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- Who's Welch?

- He's an old friend of ours.

Will you excuse us for a minute?

I wanna talk to Eddie alone.

Now listen, Eddie. When we were married,

we said we'd go 50/50 on everything, didn't we?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, that meant joy and trouble too.

You always let me in on the joy,

now why not the trouble?

- There's nothing more to tell.

- Eddie, look at me.

- Did Larry have anything to do with this?

- No.

Well, then we haven't

a thing to worry about.

Oh, no.

Not a thing... except Welch.

He'd like nothing better

than to send us both up again.

I'm not worried exactly,

but it's getting my goat.

Oh, Eddie, be yourself.

It's not me I'm thinking about.

It's you and Shirley.

Well, everything's all right.

We've got each other, haven't we?

Yeah, but I guess there goes

that little house up in Yonkers.

Another year, and we could've

saved enough to get it.

Well, you'll get another job,

and maybe a better one.

It's not so easy

for a fella with a record.

Now come on, honey.

Don't let it get you down.

Remember,

it's my fight too.

Feel better now, don't you?

Oh, that's the stuff.

How could I feel bad

with you around?

Why, you're a sweetheart,

a wife and a mother all rolled into one.

A fella couldn't miss out

with a pal like you.

Hey, what's the matter?

Why, you're crying.

No, I'm not.

l... There.

That's right. Now it ain't

gonna rain no more.

I wonder why Welch is giving us

the absent treatment.

The suspense is driving me nuts.

I wish he'd get it over with.

Oh, now forget

about Welch, will you?

We're going on about our business

just as if nothing had happened...

which means I've got to

buy Shirley a new pair of shoes.

That child is

death on shoes.

Now look. You two boys give the want ad

column your undivided attention.

Your turn now, Shirley.

We'll try some more after school.

- Come on, Suzanne. Bye.

- Good-bye.

- Mrs. O'Brien. Mrs. O'Brien.

- Yes, darling?

- Next year I'm going to school.

- Bless your heart.

- Good morning, Mrs. Ellison.

- Good morning, Mrs. O'Brien.

- Where you going, Mommy?

- Shopping.

- May I go with you?

- No, sweetheart. You stay here and play, hmm?

- But don't go away from the front of the house.

- All right. I won't, Mommy.

Hello there.

Is your father at home?

He's upstairs.

He's having breakfast.

Why didn't you come

to my birthday party?

I couldn't make it, kid.

Come here.

Look, I brought you a present.

Take 'em upstairs and play with 'em.

- But don't lose 'em.

- Oh, thanks, mister.

This one sounds great.

expert automobile mechanic.

"Owner of garage offers bright young man

excellent opportunity...

- to share in quick profits."

- Well, that's us.

Wait a minute.

"Only $500 capital necessary."

- I knew there was a catch in it somewhere.

- You can't guess what I got.

- Don't bother me. I'm busy.

- But, Daddy...

- Run along.

- But I wanna play hide-and-seek.

- I've no time for games.

- I'll hide it, and you find it.

"Wanted, salesman to sell popular novelty article.

No experience necessary.

Salary and commission."

Here's another one.

- Don't peek, Daddy.

- "No experience necessary."

Hey, we might try this one.

"Be a dentist. Salary while learning.

- ACME Tooth Corporation."

- There was one in here

about a bond salesman. I saw it...

- I see we have company.

- Still bouncing around on your rubber heels, huh?

Well, it's certainly nice to see you two birds

together talking things over.

Figure you can

knock us both off with one stone.

Quit stalling. I'm here to find out

about those pearls.

- What do you want to find out about 'em?

- Where are they?

- I don't know.

- Don't make me laugh.

- Don't make him laugh.

- Don't make him laugh.

Those pearls

haven't been pawned.

The necklace hasn't got wings.

There's only one answer, and it's right here.

- If you feel like that about it,

start frisking Larry and me.

- All right. I will.

No, I'm too wise to you.

Ha. You wouldn't have it on you.

What kind of a sap do you think I am?

I don't know. What kind

of a sap are you?

Now let's see. If I was in your spot,

I wonder where I'd hide that necklace.

Let me see.

Maybe you'd swallow it.

I read in Popular Mechanics where Zulus

hide jewels by sewing 'em under their skin.

That'd be all right if we were Zulus.

bond salesman.

Must be a college graduate. "

That lets us out,

unless Sing Sing's a college.

Here's one for Welch.

"Salesman covering Indiana,

Michigan and Illinois...

"for line of infants'

hand-crocheted underwear.

"On commission basis.

- Allegheny Hand-crochet. "

- Here's one.

"Molder wanted

for ornamental work. "

But you have to learn that, I think.

- Here's an all-around...

- So that's where you buried 'em, eh?

- Is it?

- What does that cross mean?

Well, "X" marks the spot for the doghouse

to put you in when we get the house.

You remember, that's the house I was going

to build for Kay till our friend spoiled it.

Paris is a wonderful place.

- So it's funny, eh?

- Yeah.

Now look what you've done. But don't tell

my wife I did it, 'cause I'll squeal on you.

- Where did you hide those beads?

- If I knew, do you think I'd be

chump enough to tell you?

- I'm gonna go over this house

with a fine-tooth comb.

- Don't let anything bite you.

Daddy, have you found them yet?

Well.

- Hello, little girl.

- Who are you?

I'm a friend

of your dad's.

Say, have you seen a nice,

fancy string of beads around here?

- Are you playing too?

- Huh?

- Are you playing too?

- Sure. I'm in the game.

- Well, go ahead and look.

- You're a kidder just like your dad...

aren't you, kid?

Now look what you did.

I'm gonna tell my mommy on you.

I don't care who you tell.

That's not in the game, mister.

You shouldn't do that.

I like you. You're

a very nice little girl.

You know, we're gonna

become great friends.

Now look here. Now you tell me

where you hid them...

and I'll buy you

a nice ball and bat.

- Where's your other eyeglass?

- What?

Your other eyeglass.

Ha.

Oh, you wait.

Your father did that.

Wait'll I see him.

- What's in that box?

- I won't tell you.

- You give me that box.

- I will not.

- Give me that.

- I won't.

- Give the nice man the nice box.

- I won't.

- I only wanna see what's inside of it.

- There's nothing in it.

There is too. You can't fool me.

Now give me the box.

That's the girl.

- That drawing of mine sure burned him up, huh?

- Yeah.

- You got a match?

- Yeah.

You know, Welch leads

with his chin every ti...

Shirley.

What the...

I know.

Trigger.

Ah.

- Here. Y-You take 'em.

- I don't want 'em.

- Here!

- Well-Well, what'll I do with them?

- Put 'em in your pocket.

- I got a hole in my pocket.

Don't stand there holding 'em all day.

Welch sees them, it's curtains for the two of us.

Oh, boy. These are getting hot already.

We got to get them undercover.

- Yeah. I know. The radio.

- No. That's the first place he'd look.

Yeah, yeah. I got it. The coffeepot.

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