Born to Be Bad Page #3

- Come here.

No! Mickey! My baby!

Oh, Mickey darling!

Oh! Oh, Mickey! Darling.

- There, darling.

- You murderer! You murderer!

Look what you've done!

I could choke you!

- Order! Order!

The jury will ignore the scene

they have just witnessed.

Your Honor, we concede the fact...

that this boy and his mother would

be entitled to damages, provided...

the testimonies we have been hearing

were based upon the truth.

But they are not. The testimonies

are completely and intentionally false.

That statement I can prove, if the court

will permit me to darken this room.

I have some moving pictures

which I wish to display as evidence...

as to the soundness of this boy.

- Your Honor, I object!

- Objection overruled.

Thank you, Your Honor.

We have reliable witnesses, Your Honor...

authentic data

of every measure to prove...

that the motion picture film

which you are about to witness

was taken after the accident.

Attendant, darken the room,

draw those curtains.

Your Honor, this was taken

1 1 days after the accident.

This was taken 1 5 days

after the accident.

And we have reputable witnesses

to prove this statement.

- Look, Ma, I did it...

- Order.

Your Honor, I object.

This is immaterial, "irrevelant,"

and inconsequential

and has no bearing on the case.

Objection overruled.

Oh, Letty, Letty, Letty.

- Oh, Fuzzy!

- How could you?

- We've had enough of this.

Open those shades.

In all my years as a jurist...

I have never witnessed such

a flagrant abuse of the court...

such a perjurious scheme

to obtain money under false pretenses.

As a justice, I feel it my duty...

to turn this matter over

to the criminal parties for prosecution.

And I can find no words

too severe to label a woman...

who would permit her child to be

dragged into such proceedings...

to teach her child to lie.

A woman like you

doesn't deserve a child.

And furthermore, I am going

to do all in my power...

to see that your boy

is taken away from you.

- Oh, Mickey...

- My skates, Ma.

The one with the glasses says

there's sidewalks all around the place.

- Oh, Mick.

- Cut it out, Ma. Will ya?

What'll those dames think?

Oh, Mick. Don't ya care...

- even a little bit?

- You don't think I like the idea

of bein' cooped up, do you?

I know.

I'll get you out of there. They can't

take you away from me. Nobody living can.

You'll have to hurry.

We can't wait all day.

All right, all right.

Big fort.

Now, listen you.

Remember everything

I told you. Use your head.

I'll get with you somehow,

and when I do, you be ready, see?

I got ya, Ma.

Get your skates, honey.

Oh, Mickey!

- You wanted to look these over?

- Oh, yes. Thanks.

- Anything else?

- Oh, Mrs. Strong came back again.

I told her quite definitely

you wouldn't see her.

- But she's, uh...

- Yes, yes, I know. Don't say it.

- I'll attend to those in the morning.

- Anything further?

No, that's all, thanks, Miss Crawford.

I just want to get out of here.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- I beg your pardon.

I thought you were told...

- Yeah, I know.

- You don't want to see me.

- You're quite right. I don't.

Well, that's too bad.

Because you're going to.

You've got to help me,

and I'm gonna make you help me.

Mrs. Strong. I've avoided seeing

you because I could think

of nothing I can do for you.

And as for your boy Mickey, it was

the court took him from you, not me.

You could have stopped that.

You could have told the court

it wasn't necessary...

- to take my kid away from me.

- Even if you weren't talking nonsense...

why should I have interfered?

Am I responsible for the life you led?

How do you think these melodramatic

antics are gonna get you anyplace?

Maybe now you'll believe me.

I want my kid, see?

You're gonna tell that

judge to give him back.

- Put that gun down.

- Stay there or I'll plug ya. I swear!

Give me the gun.

- You're not as tough as you thought.

- I'm not trying to be.

I want Mickey! You

don't know what it is, wantin' your kid.

- No, I guess not.

- I can't sleep, or eat or think.

The only thing I can think

of is that kid up there.

Seeing him on Sundays

is like he's in jail. My baby, in jail!

I'm goin' nuts, I tell you!

Won't you do something? Do anything.

- Only get him out of there.

- Well, there's one way.

What?

Anything, mister.

I'll do anything. Anything you say.

- Only get him out of there.

Please, Mr. Trevor. Anything.

- All right.

I'll do what I can.

Now, sit down, and let's

talk this over sensibly.

I can't do a thing like this.

I can't let sentiment rule.

It's a case of right or wrong.

Oh, she's an attractive woman,

I know. But she's not capable

of raising a child decently.

Why he's full of the devil,

right now. Rough. Hard as nails.

Seven years old.

What'll he be when he gets to 20?

Oh, I had him sent over.

Would you like to talk to him? Mm?

Yes, have the matron

bring in Mrs. Strong's boy.

He's a tough brat.

But I must admit, he's smart as a whip.

Hello, Mickey. Remember me?

Sure. You're the guy

we all thought was a sucker.

- Say, whatever became of those movies?

Oh, they're around somewhere, I guess.

- Would you like to have them?

- You bet.

Well, I'll see what I can do about it.

- How's your leg?

- My leg's all right.

If it wasn't for those movies,

everything would have been swell.

Come over here, Mickey.

What's the matter with you? Aren't they

treating you nicely around here?

Ah, they're okay. Only I don't

like the idea of being cooped up.

- Do you miss your mother?

- Sorta.

Is there any way

I can get charge of this boy?

- You mean, yourself?

- Yes.

Well, you could adopt him

if his mother didn't object.

Or for that matter, I could

give you a court order...

if you'll take the full

responsibility of raising him.

How'd you like that, Mickey?

- How'd you like to come stay with me?

- Where do you live?

- Oh, out in the country.

- Is it far from New York?

- No, not so far.

- How about my mother?

- Can she come too?

- Sure. She can come and

see you anytime at all.

- Okay. I'll go.

- Now, wait a minute.

A couple of things...

I have to fix... You see, I have a wife.

No, I guess

she'd be agreeable.

You see, Mickey, we haven't

any little boy of our own.

- The sooner, the better.

- Okay.

Holy cow.

- Oh, fine!

Uh, lemme go, will ya?

I can go by myself.

- Oh, hi, Ma.

- Hello, Mick.

- How do you do, Mrs. Trevor?

- How do you do, Mrs. Strong?

- Mrs. Trevor, I'd like to have

a word with my son, please.

- Okay.

- Come on in, Ma.

- You'll excuse me while

I slip something on?

- Yes, of course.

- Watch me, Ma!

- Come on. Get out of there.

- What for?

Get out.

What's the idea acting

like a baby with that woman?

- Ah, baloney. I was just usin'

her for a life raft, Ma.

- Ahh!

Look at the little girl's

panties. Well, show Mama.

- Aren't they sweet?

- What's eatin' you, Ma?

You've taken quite a sudden

liking to water, haven't ya?

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