Blondie of the Follies Page #8

- I can't.

I think he's going to Europe tonight.

I told the girls to tell you.

- They didn't tell me.

- He just asked for you again.

Get my things. I'm in a hurry.

And when is the boat sailing?

I don't know.

An hour and a half, two hours.

- And then you'll be in Paris.

- Oui, oui, vive la France.

I wish I were going.

I'd love to go to Paris.

Why don't you? You've got

plenty of money, haven't you?

Money? Yes, I have the money but...

- But what?

- Larry.

When are you coming back?

- I don't know. When the market gets better.

Who knows? Drink up.

- Sure. Champagne, please.

You shouldn't be here

while the show is on.

I can't serve you.

- No? Try and throw me out.

Same old Lurlene.

Even though things aren't, Larry..

I hate to think of your going.

The boat might sink.

- By golly, I never thought of that.

No, you wouldn't.

Pardon me.

Surely. Hurry back.

Hello, funny face.

You're going away. Why?

- I'm tired of things.

- What things?

Fun and the market, the market and fun.

Work and play and all the nonsense

that goes with it.

Pa died, you know.

Yeah, I know.

You could have sent me a little note.

I'm sorry.

- My little girl.

- Don't say that.

That's what he used to call me.

My little girl. Just like that.

You are a little girl. You always have

been and always will be.

Larry. Take care of yourself.

Don't drink. Don't get not to caring.

I love you. Don't you know that?

No.

I'm not drunk. I've never said that

to you before, have I?

- Then why are you saying it now?

- Because I'm going away.

Away from you and away from myself.

Yes.

I think that would be better

for both of us.

We're not good for each other.

Come on, come on.

Come on, we're late.

- Oh Lurlene, you're wrong!

- What do you mean, I'm wrong?

Didn't I see you? You can't kid me. I know

more about kidding than you'll ever know.

You hear me? You little viper!

I could have taken him away from you a million times

if I wanted to. I was only saying goodbye to him.

- You were not!

- You're crazy! Oh, shut up!

We had a girl almost killed

on the end of that whip.

Her partner was careless.

I wouldn't go on if I were you.

Will you stop your talking?

Stop your talking!

Somebody stop her. She'll kill her!

Keep it up, keep it up.

Act as if nothing's happened, now.

Come on, nothing's happened.

Let's have a light there, don't crowd.

Step aside, please. Step aside.

What happened?

I think she was over at the speakeasy.

- Did you call an ambulance?

- Yes, we did.

Run the show.

Come on, guys, get going.

Quiet, you, quiet.

Let that be a lesson to you kids

to stay out of that speakeasy.

All right, Lonnie.

Geez, Blondie was a swell kid.

That Lurlene I'd like to crown.

You know they've been fighting

all evening?

- What's the matter with those two anyway?

- It's just one of those things.

Hello, darling, come on in.

What's the idea?

A little going away party.

Who's going away? Blondie? Where?

Home, sweet home.

Hello.

- Hello, darling.

- Hello, everybody.

Come on in.

- Blondie, you look great.

Come on, have a drink.

What's the matter with you all?

You're all dead.

This is a party it isn't a funeral.

Oh, what service.

Give me some champagne.

We're gonna have a pip of a party.

This is going to be fun. How are you?

This is grand.

I'm going on a pip. We're going to have

a swell time. How am I doing, kiddies?

I love your hat, Blondie.

- Thanks.

- It's darling.

How am I doing?

- Drink up, come on.

- OK.

I beg your pardon.

Ma, shall I punch that maid in the nose?

Better not.

Did you see the way she looked at me?

Anybody would think that I was rat poison.

Ma...

Ma, I wonder if this is hers.

You know, a lot of things

here were presents.

Everything's packed.

Everything she's taking home.

I never knew she rented this place furnished.

She could have sold a lot of these things.

- Pardon me!

- Certainly.

She never told me her business.

- Hello.

- Hello, darling.

- Where have you been? You're late.

- Why don't you come up and stay with me?

No, I'm going home. The day and the month

for this palace of luck is up today.

I'm celebrating. Come on, have a drink.

- But Mr. Murchenson said you don't have to go.

That's very kind of Mr. Murchenson but

little Blondie has to go. Simply must.

You can't go back to that dump.

Are you referring to the McClune Manor?

- The place for little lame ducks is at home.

- But you're going to get better, kid!

Come on, drink up. Who cares?

- I care, Blondie.

- I know you do.

Don't spoil the party now.

Everything's going great.

- Hi, kiddies.

- You're a wonder.

- Don't make me laugh. - You make me feel like a...

Now listen, don't start that all over again.

It was an accident.

- It wasn't an accident.

- It was.

- It wasn't.

- Was too.

It wasn't. I hated you.

That was an accident, wasn't it?

Isn't everything an accident?

Blondie McClune arrives.

The toast of the town.

She suddenly retires to the

seclusion of her home.

Everything's an accident.

Don't kid yourself.

You never know what's around the corner.

Look what's coming around the corner now,

get a load of that!

Hello, Lottie. My, this is cute.

Can I take it home for the baby?

- No, dear, it belongs to the apartment.

- Well, it's cute anyway.

I wouldn't let Ma have

any more to drink.

It's popping right out of her nose.

She'll be having sinus for a month.

What time is it?

I think I better be running along.

Where are my pegs?

- Ah, Madame!

- Ah, Monsieur! How kind of you. Do you mind?

Thank you so much.

All right kiddies, here's lots of the joy water.

Everybody have a drink.

Hello, Larry. I'm glad you came.

- Will you sit down? I'd like to talk to you.

- No, mister, no.

- What is this, a goodbye party?

- Yes. It's the windup. The finish.

- Where do you think you're going?

- I know where I'm going.

I'm going home.

- Uptown?

Uptown eastside, yes.

- What about Murchenson?

- Finished.

- What about me? Am I finished?

- There was nothing to finish with us.

- No?

- No. Come on.

- What do your doctors say?

- What do doctors say?

They look you over. They smile.

They hurt you. They shake their heads.

They're noncommittal. I think that's

what the word is, isn't it?

What do you think you're going to gain

by going back there?

Just the place for me. Not so bad really. It's fine.

- Do you know the place for you?

- Home.

- With me always.

- No. Now don't be serious.

It's very nice of you to say that but...No.

- Is it because of these?

- Perhaps.

- But if you were well?

- Well? That's another story.

But the way I am, I'm no good to anybody, am I?

- You think that makes any difference?

- Of course it does.

Come in and have a drink.

I'm giving up the apartment at 6.

For the new tenants. Come in.

- I've got to be going.

- Goodbye, mister.

Hey, kiddies, come on.

We've got to get out of here at 6.

It's six o'clock now. I'll get you a car.

Drink it all up tout suite.

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