Blonde Venus Page #3

I've filled every hospital

in town for you now.

All right, boss, I'll do my best,

but I can't help it if these birds get my goat.

- Say, look out where you're going.

- What a fine evening this turned out to be.

All right now, Monsieur.

Table number 14 for this party.

Say, Charlie, is that gorilla real?

Say, lady, if that animal was real...

I wouldn't be here.

Here you are, Miss Hooper.

It's all ready for you.

How's the show going, Charlie?

I think it's going to be pretty good.

Yeah?

- Hello, Nick, darling.

- Sit down, Taxi.

- Do you mind?

- No, go right ahead.

Did you ever happen to hear

a voodoo?

Hear it and you won't give a darn

what you do

Tom-toms put me under a sort of hoodoo

And the whole night long

I don't know the right from wrong

Hot voodoo, black as mud

Hot voodoo, in my blood

That African tempo

Has made me a slave

Hot voodoo, dance of sin

Hot voodoo, worse than gin

I'd follow a caveman

Right into his cave

That beat gives me a wicked sensation

My conscience wants to take a vacation

Got voodoo, head to toes

Hot voodoo, burn my clothes

I want to start dancing

Just wearing a smile

Hot voodoo, I'm aflame

I'm really not to blame

That African tempo is meaner than mean

Hot voodoo makes me brave

I want to misbehave

I'm beginning to feel like an African queen

Those drums bring out

The devil inside me

I need some great big angel to guide me

Hot voodoo gets me wild

Oh, fireman, save this child

I'm going to blazes

I want to be bad

- Not bad, eh, Henry?

- I should say not.

- Where'd you dig her up, O'Connor?

- How do you like her, boys?

- Pretty good.

- Say, O'Connor, I'd like to meet her.

- You would?

- You can fix it up, can't you?

I don't know whether I can or not.

Why don't you go backstage

and find out for yourself?

If you don't think he will, you're crazy.

- Mind if I go along, too, Charlie?

- I knew you'd horn in.

- You don't mind if I come along?

- What if I did?

Be back in a minute, Taxi.

All right, boys. Come in.

This is my good friend, Mr. Nick Townsend.

Miss Jones.

- How do you do, Miss Jones?

- Mr. Townsend.

- Mr. Henry Johnson.

- Miss Jones.

- How do you do, Miss Jones?

- Mr. Johnson.

- Say, Charlie, what's your last name?

- Blaine.

- Pleased to meet you, Miss Jones.

- Thank you, Mr. Blaine.

- Sit down, gentlemen.

- How about ordering something to drink?

What'll you have, Miss Jones?

I don't drink.

- Smoke?

- No, thank you.

- You won't last very long in this place.

- Why won't she?

- She's got too much class for this joint.

- She has?

Beat it, Charlie.

I knew that was coming.

Good night, Miss Jones.

See you later, O'Connor.

- Blaine is the name.

- I got you.

Good night, Henry.

I see.

- Good night, Miss Jones.

- Good night.

- You can run along, too, if you like.

- I was just going out anyway.

You've got about 20 minutes

before your next number, baby.

You're quite at home here,

aren't you, Mr. Townsend?

I don't know. I'm not exactly a stranger here.

Flowers for you, Miss Jones.

Wait a minute. Here we are.

Thank you, sir.

Are these from you?

Were you expecting them from anyone else?

You embarrass me, Mr. Townsend.

You better go now. I have to dress.

What are we going to do about tonight?

Shall I wait for you after the show?

I don't know.

I think I'd rather go home alone.

- Honestly, you'd do me a great favour.

- A great favour?

Yes, a great favour.

Will I get a bracelet for it?

- Has Taxi been talking about me?

- She said some very nice things about you.

Well, now, don't get the wrong idea.

Taxi really did me a favour

and only a favour.

And there's nothing more between us

than just that...

although she'd like to give people

the impression that there is.

How am I to believe that, Mr. Townsend?

I'll give you a bracelet.

There's nothing between us, is there?

I don't accept bracelets from a stranger.

There's no reason

why we should remain strangers.

This kid certainly looks like you.

I was waiting up for you.

I guess I fell asleep. What time is it?

Late enough. You'd better go to bed

and get some sleep.

I need some too.

We have a big day ahead of us.

We must buy tickets and pack

and get you off quickly.

Tickets? Pack? Why, don't tell me...

You can't have got the money already.

The manager gave me an advance.

Don't ask me more now. I'm too tired.

Of course, I forgot. You must be tired.

Tell me, Ned, do you love me?

Helen, what's wrong?

Do I love you? You silly little thing.

What a question.

Promise me to get well

and come back to me.

Of course I'll come back.

I wish I didn't have to go away.

I wish I could spend every moment

of my life with you.

Do I love you? You poor little thing.

- Goodbye, Ned.

- Goodbye, darling.

It's only for six months.

- Come back strong and well.

- Of course I will.

- Say goodbye to Daddy, darling.

- Goodbye, Daddy.

- Take good care of Mummy, Johnny.

- I will, Daddy. Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Ned.

- Goodbye.

Goodbye, Daddy.

Goodbye, Ned.

Goodbye, Helen. Goodbye, Johnny.

You better learn to write, Johnny,

so you can send me some letters.

- Mummy?

- What is it, Johnny?

- Has Daddy gone away for good?

- No, dear, he'll be back soon.

I want him to come back soon.

- Hello, Helen.

- I wish you hadn't come here.

I'm sorry, Helen.

I figured you'd need cheering up.

This is Mr. Townsend, Johnny.

- How do you do, Johnny?

- Hello, Mr. Townsend.

- Can I take you home?

- You shouldn't have come here.

Give me that dog, will you, Tom?

- Isn't he a beauty, Johnny?

- For me?

When I was your age,

I'd have given my right leg for one of those.

- Can I keep him, Mummy?

- Yes, Johnny.

Come along, let me take you home.

You'd have to take a taxi, anyway.

I'm no magician.

I can't pick her out of the air.

- I've done my best to find her.

- Did you try her home?

Sure. I tried her home

and I found out plenty. She's married.

- Married?

- And what's more, she's got a kid.

- A kid?

- And her husband's gone to Europe...

for his health.

- For his health?

- He sailed three weeks ago.

She ain't been home all day

and neither has the kid...

and nobody knows when she'll be back.

Maybe something's happened to them.

And me picking a winner

for the first time this year.

Blooie goes my 15%.

Why, the next one I get I'll nail down,

if I have to marry her.

What's the idea of sending for me in a rush?

Hello, Taxi. How are you, darling?

- What's wrong?

- There's nothing wrong.

I got a swell new number

all lined up for you.

I want you to start rehearsing it

this afternoon.

Yeah. There's a catch in this somewhere.

Hello.

O'Connor, I meant to call you up

yesterday, but I didn't get around to it.

Miss Jones isn't going to work

for you anymore.

What's the idea? She can't quit me like this.

- Who's that?

- Nick Townsend.

After me giving her all this publicity

and working up a swell following for her.

Do you happen to have a contract

with Miss Jones?

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