Blondie of the Follies Page #4

I like that. I wonder if I could

have one like that.

Blondie, please, I'm trying to make a change.

- Would you be sore if I got in the show?

- Of course not.

Hi, hi, that's great! Say, I love this racket.

This is swell. Ooh boy!

Matches. Hey, Lottie, will you

show me the ropes?

My name is Lurlene.

Oh, I'm sorry. Say, I have to

be here at 10.

Old man Popeye thinks I'm kind of cute.

Look. I'm smoking.

I guess I better be going.

Lottie, I'll see you after.

- Who said so?

- Larry.

Say, didn't he ask you? If he didn't, I'll make him.

He'll do anything I say. He's cute.

Sorry Blondie, but I have another engagement.

- There's blood all over the floor.

That's just too tough. It would have been nice

to have you with us. - ...in tears.

Well, toodle-loo.

So long, cuties! I'll be seeing you,

I'm going to be in the show!

Lurlene?

The cards say that little blonde girl is

unconsciously not being a friend of yours.

- I don't believe in fortunes.

- Not Larry Belmont's? - Oh shut up!

- Looking for Larry?

- What?

- Are you looking for Larry?

- Yes, I'm looking for Larry.

- He's up front.

- Thanks.

- No smoking, please.

- Get a load of this!

Oh, that's pretty.

What a cute little hat! Yes?

- Hello! - Hello. Where have you been?

I've been looking for you.

- Good night, dear.

- Good night, Larry.

Where are we going?

I know a nice quiet little speakeasy.

Where they have soft music,

soft lights and hard liquor.

I'll be seeing you later...queens.

So long!

That man's here again.

Go ahead, go on.

- Good evening, Mr. Belmont.

- Hello, Arthur.

- How about a little cold champagne?

- Certainly. Private room or your usual table?

- No, I think the bar.

- Go right ahead, sir.

Bar? I've often heard of one of those things

but I've never seen one at all.

- There's Larry.

- Hello, Larry.

- Hello. - Here we are again. - Hurry back.

Aren't you afraid you'd get pinched?

I'll have a strawberry sundae.

Make it two strawberry sundaes.

When our eyes met we both knew

Something unsaid, something true.

Now through the hours we have danced.

I feel the music answer

The rhythm the rapture the urge

So why don't you take me?

Why do you wait?

Dance to the beat of my heart.

The night is passing swiftly.

Why did we ever part?

One little look one little word

The word I am yearning to hear.

You're a darling.

Don't, mister. If you don't mean it.

- Was he always like that?

- Oh yes, he was always like that.

You know, my father's Irish and French.

And my mother, she's Scotch and English.

It's a good combination to come from.

Very good stock. Very fine stock.

My sister, you know she's married

to my brother-in-law. - Oh?

- What does he do?

- Oh, he doesn't like to work.

He's very sensitive.

He says work gets on his nerves.

He'd like to be an inventor, he said.

- Please, Mr. Belmont, we're closing now.

And they have the cutest little

baby you ever saw.

Awfully cute. The baby's really smart.

The baby really is. And you know, my brother...

-You're going to love Pa.

-I'd like to meet him.

Hi! You drive like a streak!

- Comes the dawn.

- I saw the dawn last New Year's.

Say, I thought you were going to be fresh

when we first started out.

But I took a chance because I liked you.

And I like you too.

Don't you know there are certain girls

can stop men from being fresh

just because they're certain girls?

Understand me?

- Yes.

I think you're grand, mister.

- Mister yourself.

This is swell.

Home.

I like you.

- Good morning.

- Darling, the house detective.

Hi, Pa, this is Larry. He's seeing me home.

Something tells me, Madame,

that you better get down.

What do you mean?

Hi kiddie!

Pa, this is Larry. Larry Lou.

So you're Pa. She's been talking

about her pa all evening.

Can you walk now, chicken?

Come, Blondie.

- Stand back. I'm all right.

- I think I better carry you.

No, I don't think you ought to.

So long, Larry.

OK, baby, see you tomorrow.

No, you won't.

- Oh no?

- No.

Mr. McClune, there's no need to act like that.

She just had a little bit of champagne.

She's perfectly all right.

Ouch!

Now she's gone bumpty. It's that fresh

air after all that champagne.

Get up off that floor!

Get out of here. You're intoxicated.

I'm not intoxicated.

I'm just a little bit tight.

Good night, Blondie. God bless.

Tell them all how good we've been.

Goodbye, mister.

Mister yourself.

Blondie.

Oh, Pa.

You go to bed, Ma. I'll make the coffee.

She's all right. She's only had a drink.

She ain't used to it.

She's soused to the gills.

My, she must have had a lot of fun.

Did you see the coat she had on?

She must have been up at Lottie's.

That's where she's been all right.

I wish I'd known she was going.

I'd have gone too.

Just for a little fun.

I'm going in the Follies.

- Is that where you've been, the Follies?

- Yes.

Backstage, the speakeasy and the dressing room.

And that Larry Lou, oh can he dance.

Why don't you take me.

Why do you wait?

- Who is this man?

Larry Belmont. It was grand.

Why didn't you ask him in?

I asked you who is this man?

I told you, Pa, Larry Belmont.

Where did you meet him?

I met him up at Lottie's.

He's a peach.

Does it occur to you that

you're a decent girl

with a decent home and decent parents?

I know. What's the matter, Pa?

How dare you stand there and

ask me what's the matter!

When you've kept your entire family up

all night waiting for you.

Thinking you might be hurt. Do you know

we've telephoned everywhere?

Do you know I've been to the police?

You didn't have to do that. I thought

you knew I was up with Lottie.

You were with this man.

Where did you go with him?

I told you I went to the Follies

and then...

And then where?

Then where did you go with him?

- Don't talk to me like that, Pa.

- Talk to you?

I ought to thrash you.

- Oh, stop it!

Shut up, Blondie.

Don't talk to your Pa like that.

You better go and get some sleep. - Sleep?

She's due at the store in 3 hours.

It's not the first time she's been up

all night. What about last New Year's?

The next time anything like this happens,

you can get out of this house and stay out.

Do you hear me?

Anyone would think I'd committed a crime.

Done something wrong.

- And did you?

- No!

- You're drunk.

This man is drunk. Do you know what

danger means?

- With him?

- Yes, with him.

- He's a gentleman.

- He's a no-good drunken upstart.

And you're never going to see him again,

do you understand me?

- I'm going to see him if I want to.

- You're not. You're going to obey me.

Or else get out of this house.

- All right.

I'll get out of this house.

I'll obey you but he was decent, Pa.

Don't stand here and argue with me!

You must promise me never

to speak to him again or get out.

All right, I'll get out.

I'm going to do what I want and I'm

going to live the way that I want!

And I'm going now.

- Come here.

- Let me go.

Blondie!

Blondie!

Lottie, I'd like to speak to you.

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