Bad Girl Page #7

to support themselves...

so they go and have nine kids.

My old lady used to scrub floors

in an office building.

4:
00 every morning

she went to work-

sick or well, summer or winter.

I can see her goln'out

when It was 20 below zero...

wlth a cough that'd tear

the heart out of ya.

And for what?

To brlng up a couple ofklds

and dle-

dle before they was ever

any comfort to her.

Not for Dot.

Every nlckel I make,

she and I are gonna spend on ourselves.

- My slster dled brlnglng up-

- Oh, stop it! Can't you stop it!

You'd think there was nothin' else

in the world to talk about.

All right. There, there, dear. Shh.

What's wrong?

Dot's going to have a baby.

There's nothlng to worry about, Eddle.

No, she's just a llttle hysterlcal. That's all.

We shouldn't have talked

about those things.

- That's right. I guess we shouldn't.

- Sue told me, but I forgot.

Gee, everybody in New York

seems to know about it...

but the only guy that's interested.

Oh, gee, Eddie,

I wish you'd let me do that.

Don't be crazy, will ya?

You're goin' to the hospital

in a few weeks.

You know the doc told you

not to do any hard work.

I don't think he knows what he's talkin' about.

I don't like him.

- You want me to get you a different one?

- No.

If you can't get the best,

he's as good as any of the others, I guess.

He's all right.

I worry. That's all.

- About what?

- About everything.

You having to do this before you go

to work in the morning...

and pinchin' every nickel

the way you have.

I don't want a baby

any more than you do.

All right, all right.

Now you told me that a thousand times.

Let's not talk about it.

Is there any other doctor

you got in mind?

There was somethin' in the paper

about a society woman.

The doctor's name was Burgess.

His picture was there.

Gee, he was awful kind-lookin'.

Not that we could get him.

He's only for millionaires.

As long as you can't get him,

you might as well pick out the best.

Whoo-ooh! Dot!

Now don't bring her in here.

I don't want her razzin' me.

- Good morning.

- Hello, Edna.

- Hello, Eddie.

- So long.

Floyd made such a racket,

I didn't wait for breakfast.

- Got a cup of coffee?

- Sure.

Hmm.

You got a new washerwoman, I see.

I figured you'd make that crack.

You haven't got enough bluing

in this water.

I knew somethin' would be wrong

with it when you seen it.

- Here.

- Thanks. Got a cigarette?

No, I cut 'em out.

They was puttin' my throat on the bum.

Come on, Edna.

Drink this in the other room.

Yeah, go on. Beat it, will ya?

You give me the willies.

That's good.

- How do you feel?

- Oh, all right.

- How do you feel when you feel bad?

- I worry.

Yeah, and you worry other people too.

You worry him.

Your child'll probably grow up

to be a radio broadcaster.

Gee, It's 10 mlnutes to 8.00.

I gotta blow.

Don't touch those things.

I'll finish 'em when I come home.

- Good-bye, darling.

- So long.

- So long, meddlesome.

- Good-bye, grouch.

Break a leg.

- Swell guy.

- That's what makes me so miserable.

- What?

- He's so square about everything.

Says smoking hurts his throat.

He cut it out so he could

save the money.

It doesn't seem fair that he should

give up all his fun just because of me.

Yeah, it's tough on husbands.

Nobody knows what a husband

suffers when his wife has a baby...

and a big juicy raspberry.

It must be great for a woman

when everything is right-

you know, when she can afford

a doctor like that man Burgess...

and when she knows

her husband wants the baby.

You want it, don't you, Dot?

I'm crazy about it.

That is, I would be...

if it weren't for Eddie

and if I wasn't afraid.

- How do you know he doesn't want it?

- The things he says.

I can feel it, too, in the way he acts.

He doesn't like children.

Coochie-coo. Coochie-coo.

Coochie, coochie, coochie-coo.

- Say, how old is it?

- Only seven months.

Of course, all parents

are proud of their children.

But honestly, even if this

was somebody else's kid...

I'd have to admit it's

the cleverest youngster I ever saw.

- Don't you think so, Mama?

- I honestly do.

Hey, lookit! The little son of a gun's

got ahold of my finger.

That's what I mean. Isn't that clever?

- She's a darllng. Look at her.

- Coochie-coo. Coochie-coo.

Coochie, coochie-coo. Coochie-coo.

Coochie-coo.

Hey, Eddie. Eddie.

Eddie.

- Has Mr. Randall's set been fixed for him?

- Yes, sir.

- Gee, that's a great kid you got.

- We think so.

- Say, Mr. Lathrop?

- Yes?

Do you think that a woman

havin' a baby...

you know, that she hasn't

always wanted...

could-could learn to love it...

you know, as if she'd

always wanted it?

Oh. Your wife, eh?

She's afraid.

Say, there ain't any danger

in these things, is there?

Well, lots of women

manage to have babies...

without calling out the militia.

There's no danger when they

have the proper attention.

She should be made to

have confidence in her doctor.

That's just it.

My wife ain't got any.

That's not right.

- She speaks of a Dr. Burgess.

- Burgess?

You'd have to be a millionaire to have him.

- Goin' to lunch, Eddie?

- Nah, I cut lunches out. I was gettin' too fat.

- This Dr. Burgess is good, huh?

- And expensive.

When a king is born,

they send for him.

I wonder how you could get in

to see a guy like that.

- Mr. Lathrop, will you take a look at this set, please?

- Oh, yes. Certainly.

Hey,Joe.

- Is your brother still matchmaker over at the Empire Club?

- Yeah.

Do you suppose he could get me on

in one of them preliminary fights?

Say, some of those boys

are pretty good.

- What do you wanna take a beatin' for?

- Ten bucks a round.

Four rounds- 40 bucks.

I can use that dough swell.

- I can fix it for ya, but I think you're nutty.

- Okay.

7:
00. Say, ain't that job of yours

got any hours?

A guy wanted his radio fixed,

so I did it on the side.

I should think you'd try

gettin' home...

with your wife goin' to the hospital

and everything.

- How is she?

- She's worrying herself sick. That's how she is.

But, gee, she oughtn't to do that.

I don't think she knows that.

You ought to tell her.

- You had any supper?

- I ain't hungry.

Gettin' your beauty sleep, kid?

Gee, Eddie, I don't think it would hurt you

to hang around once in a while.

Okay.

That okay" does me

a lot of good, don't it?

Gee, kid, you know

I'm for you, don't ya?

Well, it don't look like it.

You haven't spent an evening

in the house for two weeks now.

I don't mean to be a grouch,

Eddie, but... I'm frightened.

Is it the doctor?

Is that what makes you afraid?

Oh, he's all right, I guess.

It's my fault.

You know, you have confidence

in some people, and others you haven't.

There's no reason.

You just have. That's all.

Sure, I know how it is, kid.

Eddie, you're gonna stick around and go to

the hospital with me tonight, ain't ya?

You betcha.

No. Wait a minute.

- I tell ya, I gotta go out-

- Never mind. You don't have to bother.

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