Blondie of the Follies Page #9

Come on, have some champagne.

Come on.

Bye, darling, I'm going.

- Must you?

- Yes.

- You let Larry go.

- Of course.

- I'll come up and see you.

- Mind you do.

- So long, kid.

- So long, Mug.

She's a peach, isn't she?

Blondie, why don't you come over to my place.

I'll give you a party after the show.

No. It's after the show for me now.

This is the last party

Positively the last public appearance

of that celebrated dancer, Blondie McClune.

Hurray! Come on, Ma.

Seriously kids:
I'm not trying to be theatrical.

I just wanted to see you all,

wish you good luck and you know...

I'm happy, really I am.

This could have happened to anybody.

When anything like this happens,

all you have to do is keep on laughing.

Hi kiddies! How am I doing?

Home, James, and don't spare the horses.

My, who are you? The police?

- Can we come in, please?

- No, we're all asleep.

What's the row?

You might as well come in.

You'll wake up the whole house.

- Come in, gentlemen.

- Thanks.

What do they want? What do they want?

Oh, what do they want?

Do you know what time it is?

It's a quarter past three.

- Say, the joint's full of men,

I think they're after you. - Who are they?

- Search me, I don't know. A lot of old geezers

with black bags. - You're kidding aren't you?

This is the funniest thing last.

- What do they want?

- You better go and see.

- Sorry to disturb you.

- It's Larry Belmont.

It's important. If you don't come out,

we'll have to come in and get you.

Get me my things.

- Oh, I see. You mean they could

break the leg again and reset it? - Yes.

- And that would do the trick?

- Undoubtedly.

- Blondie, come in and sit down.

- Yes, you better sit down.

- But why?

- These men are specialists.

I've dragged them from their homes,

their clubs and their hospitals.

They know the history of your case

and they've seen the x-rays.

And they're convinced that

you could be completely cured.

- No, mister.

- It's true.

- Isn't it so, doctor?

- Yes.

Yes, if your wife would come down

to the hospital we could...

- I'm not his wife.

- But you will be.

Won't you?

OK, mister.

Mister yourself.

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