Born to Be Bad Page #4

- Aren't you afraid you'll get

your neck and ears clean?

- Aw, what's the matter, Ma?

You come out here, and right off

the bat you start bawlin' me out.

How 'bout gettin' your clothes on

and coming with me, huh?

- Now?

- Yeah!

Well, I don't want to go now, Ma.

You know those movies they took of me?

- Mal is bringin' 'em home tonight.

- Quick. Here she comes.

- Don't you think you'd

better get dressed?

- Aww.

Hi, Union Suits. See that guy, Ma?

He wears union suits.

Long drawers.

Don't ya, Union Suits?

- Mickey, you mustn't.

- Pardon me, miss.

The gentleman in a car says he has

an appointment at the racetrack at 2:30.

- Thanks.

- Get a load of the waddle, Ma.

- All right. Now pipe down, will ya?

- He doesn't mean anything bad.

If you gave me a hundred million

trillion billion dollars...

- I wouldn't wear a union suit.

- I don't blame you.

How about the bathrobe

before you catch cold?

I want you to feel free to come

and see Mickey any time, Mrs. Strong.

- Thanks.

- Because we know how glad

Mickey is to see you.

- Yep.

- We're pretty fond of him already.

We want him to love us too.

Pardon me, will you?

Come here, sweetheart.

Mama wants to talk to you.

- I'll be back tomorrow.

- Make it around 4:00. I'm

supposed to take a nap then.

- Okay. I'll meet you right

outside the main gate, see?

- Okay, Ma.

- Mrs. Trevor? Go on. Beat it, kid.

- Bye, Mrs. Strong.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Good-bye.

- Mickey?

- What are you doing?

Oh, Mickey, please stop teasing.

Wait a minute, young man.

What's all this?

It's all my own stuff.

Let me go, will ya?

Let me go! You can keep it...

all but the skates.

Aha!

I think we'd better

take a little walk up the hill.

- Come on.

So, you see, Mickey?

It's all a matter of how you think.

There's no harm in taking the things

you need or in going to see your mother.

It's the idea of sneaking about it,

trying to be clever.

- You don't have to be clever with us.

- And you're not sore at me?

No. I don't blame ya

for taking nice things to your mother.

That's a pretty good idea.

Only you don't have to sneak them.

Gee whiz, I'm sorry, Mr. Trevor.

You're just trying

to make me feel good now...

after I copped all your junk.

It isn't my junk. It's ours... yours too.

You see, you're one of us now.

Do you understand?

After all, you wouldn't steal something

that was your own, would you?

Golly, you make me feel like a heel.

You're not a heel.

You're a good boy.

- Isn't he, dear?

- Mickey can be anything he wishes to be.

There's one thing, though, Mickey.

Make me a promise.

Give me your word that

you won't try to run away again.

You see, I made a promise.

I promised I'd look after ya.

And if you run away,

then I've broken my word.

And if can help it,

I never go back on my word.

If you'd gotten away

that would've been a reflection on me.

When you want to see your mother,

you can any time.

Now, Mickey, will you give me your word...

your word of honor...

- that you won't try to run away again?

- I promise.

Okay. That's all I want,

your promise. Now, go on.

Run along. Get your nap.

He never even hit me,

you big squealer.

And all that stuff I had

in that pillowcase is mine, see?

Everything around here is mine...

all that grass and everything.

And I can go out this gate

anytime I want to, see?

- You ask the big shot.

- Okay. It's up to Mr. Trevor.

- Hey, come on. Move, will ya?

- I'm coming, Mom.

Sorry. I tried to get here,

but I got caught.

- Mmm, swipin' a lot

of cheap junk again, huh?

- But, you see, in the house...

- Well, never mind. Come on.

- I can't go now like this.

- What do you mean, you can't go?

Get in here, will ya?

- No, Ma. I can't.

- Say, what are you givin' me, Mickey?

- I can't run away like this.

- I promised Mal I wouldn't.

- What do you mean, "promised"?

I gave him my word...

my word of honor.

- You mean, you don't want

to go away with me?

- No, it isn't that.

But I'm in a spot. I gave him my word

that I wouldn't try any funny business.

And you can't break your word of honor.

You gave him

your word of honor, did ya?

Mm-hmm. I ought to slap the daylights

out of you, you little brat!

- Turning on me like a stranger!

- There's nothing wrong with Mal.

- He's all right. You're

all wet about him, Ma.

- All wet, am I?

Everything you've been tellin' me

is a lot of baloney.

- Shut your mouth!

Come on. Get in this car!

- Wait a minute. Where ya goin'?

- Who wants to know?

- Oh, a flatfoot.

- Yeah, he's a copper, Ma.

Come on. Let's go up to the house.

Cut it, will ya? I'm not

interested in what you think!

That kid's mine, not yours!

Oh, you're bad...

bad all the way through.

- You're just a beautiful bad girl.

- Oh, yeah?

- You can't come here again.

- Oh, can't I? Well, you just watch me!

Mickey's mine now. You've got

to understand. I'm gonna keep him.

- I wish I'd killed you

when I had the chance.

- It's a little too late...

You're the one

who started all this trouble.

Mickey and I were gettin' along

swell before you came along.

Do you realize that he didn't

want to go away with me?

He didn't want his own mother.

Don't you realize you've taken

my own kid away from me?

- Oh, yes, Letty. I know.

- Get away from me!

You've given him things

I couldn't, because you're rich.

He's only a little kid,

and he doesn't know any better!

- Letty, please.

- Now, he's gone away from me...

- gone as much as if you'd killed him.

- Oh, I understand.

Sure, I'm bad, but he didn't think so.

He thought I was swell.

And since you came along, he... he...

- Letty! Letty! Letty what's the matter?

Hello, Steve? Letty.

Say, I'm out at the Trevor home, and I'm

gonna stay here for a couple of days.

Yeah. Well, never mind what happened.

I fainted. Is that good enough?

Now, I want you

to do something for me.

Pack a suitcase

and send it out here right away.

Yeah, all right. And, listen.

Don't forget to put an evening dress in.

Right.

I'm not interested in the money angle.

I want Mickey.

Will ya listen to me?

Listen. I'm talkin' to ya

like you was my own daughter...

my own flesh and blood.

Such an opportunity a girl

never had in her whole lifetime.

Oh, don't worry.

You'll get your kid back.

On top of that, you'll get

yourself a fortune, besides.

Even if the kid got killed...

positively you wouldn't be so well off.

- Okay, what is this brainstorm of yours?

- Oh, it's no trick.

It's a simple matter of pushing a button.

- The trick is for you

to get him to make love.

- Go ahead.

Well, just to get him to make love,

that's not enough.

The trick is to get evidence... proof...

that he's making the wrong kind of love.

"Darling, I love you. Every time

I see you, I get goose pimples."

That means nothing.

But if he says, "Darling, I've got

to have you. I can't stand it,"

and we got him panting like a fox.

- That already means money in the bank.

- Mm-hmm.

Okay, get your contraption.

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