Blood Money Page #5

Then you'll have to count me out.

Just as you say, Ruby.

You can go and

tell Bailey what I said.

I know you're stuck on the rat

and I wouldn't get sore.

Well, you know

I wouldn't do that, Charlie.

Not a chance.

There are cops ahead of him,

cops with him and cops behind him.

I've got an idea.

He goes to that pool hall,

next to his office.

- Every noon, for a game of pool.

- Forget it.

Ruby, I'll see you later.

The place is filled with law sometimes.

All the coppers from the court house

hang out there.

But I've got a different idea.

The best one I've ever had.

- And I've had some good ones.

- It'd better be good.

- He's making suckers out of us.

- It is. Listen.

Think it will work?

Walk over to the window.

I want to see Mr. Drury.

I'm an old friend of his.

- I've just arrived from New York.

- And what's your name?

Miss Elaine.

Joe, send for Drury.

You mean to say you're willing

to go through that for me?

I'm mad as a March hare

and I'm glad of it.

But I do love you.

I've got a gun in my pocket book.

And I've hidden those bonds

you told me to give Bailey.

We'll have plenty of money.

You mean you didn't

give those bonds to Bailey?

No, I kept them for you.

I knew Dad would cut me off.

And you can't live without money.

Why you dirty little bag!

Get out of my sight!

I gotta get out of here!

Let me out of here!

I've got to get in touch with my sister.

I've found out something important.

It means life or death to somebody.

- Stop your squawking.

- Let me get to a telephone.

It's a matter of life and death.

You've got to let me out of here.

I've got to get in touch with my sister.

I've got to get to a phone.

How about a table, Bob?

They're all pretty busy,

but this'll be ready in a few minutes.

Here's your chow.

Remember, no talking.

Hey, come and get this chow.

I can't eat it.

Look at the bottom of that

before you wash it.

Let's play rotation today, Bill.

My break.

Not so lucky, that time.

Hello?

Yes, this is Ruby.

Yes, I'm alone.

What was the message?

Read it again.

Thanks.

Jessica, get my hat and furs.

Hello, Charlie. This is Ruby.

Drury just got a message

to me from the jail.

Bill was framed.

I'm afraid it's too late, Ruby.

I just got a call from the pool hall.

Everything is set.

And besides, how do I know

you aren't just fronting for Bailey?

You go to...

Three ball, I think, Bill.

- Hurry, will you please hurry.

- Sorry, but the signal's against me.

Go ahead.

I'll give you $50 if you make it.

Excuse me Mr. Bailey.

Miss Talbert's back in town.

She's on the phone now.

Tell her she's got the wrong number.

Just barely see it.

Six next, Bill.

Go on. I'll make it a hundred.

Looks like we drove

all the boys away.

Yeah.

Guess I'm poison

since I made the headlines.

Looks like I'm behind the 8 ball.

You're going great.

8 ball next.

Ruby, are you hurt sweetheart?

- I'm glad you're passing. - Come inside

until you've pulled yourself together.

It's a wonder you weren't killed.

When the doctor comes, send him in.

How do you feel?

- Where's Mr. Bailey?

- I don't know.

- I've got to see him.

- He's not in to you.

But you don't realise.

He's the only man in the whole world

who understands me.

- What table were you playing at?

- Right over here.

Here's where we were playing.

There's enough junk in that

to blow you to pieces.

Are you kidding?

What's the matter?

I've just had the most horrible

experience I've had in my whole life.

What happened?

I went upstairs to answer this ad.

A man named Johnson told me he wanted

a model to pose for his art studies.

I had to fight my way

out of the office.

Nothing so horrible happened

to me in my whole life.

My arm, it's bruised black and blue.

He struck me.

Look at my jaw.

- What d'you say his name was?

- Johnson.

Give me that ad.

You know honey...

I'll never get behind another

8 ball again as long as I live.

You'll always be getting

behind an 8 ball darling.

And I'll always be pulling you out.

Remember that old saying about Barnum?

Sure.

Barnum was always right.

Well, don't forget.

Behind every Barnum,

there was always a Bailey.

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