Blondie of the Follies

But I have that date.

I'm not going to let you go.

- Why not?

- They might be a couple of kidnappers.

They are not.

They're in the burlesque business.

We might get in the show.

- Us in a show? Don't be silly.

- Mind your own affairs.

- I'll see you sometime.

- How do you do, Mr. Kinskey.

- Why, hello. How are ya?

I want you to meet my friend, Blondie.

Blondie McClune.

She's the gal I was telling you about.

My best friend, you know.

- Where is she?

- Blondie, come here.

Hey, Blondie, come on, honey.

Meet Mr. Kinskey.

Hello, sweetheart - Come on, get in.

Say, how do we get in here?

- Don't do that.

- Blondie!

Say, what's going on?

That's a cute chicken, that.

Does she live here too?

Oh yes. We've been pals

since we were kids.

She's kind of scared though.

Some people are that way.

Scared? She gave me a sock in the snoot.

Mr. Kinskey, I'm going to talk to her

about that.

All right, honey, see you later.

Don't you stand me up now.

No, I won't. I promised you, didn't I?

I'll be down when I get my things.

All right, kid. Bye bye.

- Maybe you better wait over there for me

- Sure.

Don't be long.

- Bye. - Isn't she marvelous?

Say, I want to see you.

Oh yeah?

You little hick.

When I introduce you to a gentleman

of my acquaintance,

I'll ask you to try and

behave like a lady.

Tell me more, Lady Agatha.

Oh, you're common.

I may be common but I don't pick up

with that kind of trash.

Trash?

Those two gentlemen are in a position

to open up the way for a career.

Something I've had in mind

for a long time.

You're funny when you're putting it on.

You mean you're going on the stage?

- I suppose that's funny.

- It's funny to me.

What are you going to do, sing?

That shows what you know.

You don't have to sing in burlesque.

Mr. Kinskey says

you just gotta be a looker.

And nobody can say I'm not that.

You're screwy and you don't know it.

Screwy? Listen here,

That's the last time you'll insult me.

Do you hear that?

You little trash.

- I'll kill you.

You cut it out.

Listen, you're getting too fresh.

Hey.

Lay off my family.

Get your whole family.

Your whole dirty family.

What's all the row?

It's Lottie hitting it up again.

That sounded like a fight.

I'm going to hit that dame

a good one someday.

Who does she think she is,

strutting around?

And get that kid away from here.

Say, what's the matter?

You treat me like a dog.

I'm only your husband, that's all.

Say, Blondie, was that Lottie talking to

those two swell guys down there in that new car?

Shut up and mind your baby, will you?

I better not mind him because

he's liable to catch my cold.

I gave you my cold remember?

That's about the only thing

you ever did give her.

Was that Lottie talking

with those fellows?

I don't know. I mind my own business.

What are you doing? Mending your dress?

Yes. I guess it's too old to mend.

Why can't you be quiet all day

like your father?

Ma? Ma?

- What is it?

- I gotta buy a new dress.

- What for?

- To go to work in, what else for?

- Where's my money?

- Why, Blondie I...

What's the matter, Ma?

Did you spend it? All of it?

- What for?

- I can't tell you.

- Why can't you tell me?

- I promised not to.

- Who did you promise?

- I can't tell you.

Oh gee, what's the use?

That's the last time I'm going to leave

any of my money around here.

I'll put it in the bank.

Here hold it.

What are you blowing up about?

I saved up money to buy that dress.

Where do you all get off spending

my money that way?

Don't look at me. I didn't spend it.

Quit your crying in the stew, Ma.

It's thin enough already.

Stew? I could do with some nice

southern fried chicken.

I tell you, I'm getting fed up with all of it.

Fed up with what?

I've only got one dress.

If anything happened to it,

what am I supposed to do? Go out and beg?

Steal something I suppose.

Get Lottie to introduce you to one of those

swell ginks she was talking to.

She's the wise one.

One of them gave her something.

- How do you know?

- I saw them.

Oh, what a place.

If you don't like it, Blondie,

you know what you can do.

Every time you come home it's, "What

a place, what a place, what a place."

Shut up, Ma, save your tears.

These ladies that work downtown...

These ladies that work is right.

Sock the rich.

If they bring in that new income tax,

oh boy, that'll scorch them.

- Hello, Mrs. Callahan.

- Hello, Blondie.

- Lottie and me had a scrap.

- I know.

I socked her in the jaw.

Why, you silly girls, you!

Blondie, you're with Lottie

all the time.

What's wrong with her?

How do you mean?

You two girls are such good friends,

I thought you ought to know.

She's not herself at all.

Have you any idea of anything

that's worrying her?

Lottie's all right. She's up one minute

and down the next.

I know her.

- I know you do.

That's why I'm asking you.

Yes, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Hi, Pop.

- Hello, darling.

- You've been walking.

Well...

The doctor said you shouldn't.

Oh, the doctors.

He said you shouldn't.

Where did you walk from?

- The corner.

- What corner?

Quite a lot of corners today, Blondie.

What do you mean a lot of corners?

- Well...

- They...

They didn't let you out

at the office, did they?

When? Today?

Day before yesterday.

I've been looking for something

ever since.

I told your mother not to tell you.

I thought we were pals.

I thought that I'd land something

before this.

Things are awful bad, terrible bad.

There are several things to be

attended to. The rent and...

I think Ma paid the rent.

- How?

- Never mind.

She didn't go and use your...

You know, your dress money.

- I don't need another dress.

- Oh Blondie.

- Lottie and me had a scrap.

I socked her. Look what she did to me.

Poor baby.

I've got several good leads out now.

And there are several things wrong with

you that the doctors told you about.

Oh, the doctors. I'm all right.

- I'm not so sure about that.

- What do you know about it?

I know about you.

Good evening, Lottie.

Good evening, Mr. McClune.

Where is she going?

I don't know. I think she's nutty.

Hey.

What's the idea?

I'm going away.

I thought I'd like to tell you goodbye.

Where are you going?

I told you. A career.

I've been trying to get out of

this difficult place for months.

Well, it's wrong.

I know it's wrong.

What do you mean?

Something inside me tells me it's wrong.

If appearing on the stage is wrong,

and having a few decent things

of my own is wrong,

then give me plenty of it.

Good luck then.

I guess you'll be all right.

If you ever need a pal,

you'll let me know, won't you?

Sure I will, kid.

I like you, Blondie.

I've always liked you.

Well goodbye, Mug. Take care

of yourself, won't you?

You'll write me often, won't you?

- Sure.

- Mind you do now.

- I'll be all right.

I know you will.

I know you will.

So long, Mug.

- So long, kid.

All right. I'll tell you the truth then.

I'm going to visit my dear mama.

I saw silly little boys

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