Born to Be Bad Page #5

- Sort of a rotten trick

to play on his wife.

- You should worry about her.

Didn't they go sneaking like a snake

taking pictures of your kid?

- Okay, you're the doctor.

- All right. I'll leave everything here.

- I'll take the cord with me

and the tools.

- Not so loud. Not so loud!

All right. I'll just put

these things away.

- I've got to take this old cord

with me too.

- All right. All right.

Hurry up, will you?

I can't alibi your being here.

Yeah. Here. You'd better take some

of these records. You might use 'em.

- All right. Come on. Get out.

- Mmm-mm.

- Come on. Get out of here.

- All right. All right.

- What a woman.

- All right. All right. All right.

- [Mal's Voice] Well,

We really haven't much time.

- [Letty] Sit down.

- We have some guests due here...

- Aw, sit here with me.

- Say, what's troubling you?

- [Letty] You know

what it is. I want Mickey.

- I can't stay here. You know that.

- Well, I guess not.

[Letty] I can't give him up.

Every time I think of it, I'm sick.

I'll do anything, Mal.

All you have to do is say the word.

- Wait a minute. That isn't necessary.

- Give him back. Please!

- No, I've got to go.

- What's the matter with you?

You afraid of me?

And when you get out

this time, stay out.

- Malcolm. Who's that

pretty girl in the doorway?

- Hello.

Why, excuse me, dear. Just a minute.

- Hey, what's the meaning of this?

- Oh, hello.

- Am I welcome?

- You weren't invited, were you?

Well, I thought as long as I was leaving

tomorrow, what's the difference?

Dance with me.

Well, I suppose this comes

under the heading of madness.

Oh, no. It's sane. Very sane.

- Are you out of your mind?

- Mm-hmm. About you.

- You realize what you're doing?

- Perfectly.

- Come on. Let's go outside.

- Oh, should we?

Now, what do ya want?

- You.

- You're being ridiculous.

- What's ridiculous about that?

- Go to your room and leave the house now.

Oh, no.

You don't want me to go, Mal.

Letty, I've done everything to make

this difficult situation easier for you.

Mm-hmm. I know you have.

And all I want to do

is show you my gratitude.

- Don't you want my gratitude, Mal?

- No, I don't.

Because you're cheap, and you're

dishonest. You're a thoroughly...

Sure I am.

What woman isn't

about the man she loves?

- Come in.

I, uh...

It's that music.

Would you mind shutting it off?

- I'm not disturbing anyone, am I?

- Yes, you are.

- I'll stop it.

- No, no, no. I'll turn it off.

See? I turned it down.

I was afraid you'd gone to sleep.

I couldn't. I tried, but I couldn't.

[Mal's Voice] I do love you,

Letty. I'm mad about you.

- [Letty's Voice] Oh, Malcolm,

please. You've got a wife.

- Nothing matters but you.

Mal, Mal, stop it, please!

- Can't help it, Letty. I love you.

- Oh...

- Come in.

- You want to see me, Ma?

- Yeah, Mick. Pack your things.

- What for? I don't want to go now.

- We're leavin'.

Don't argue! Get your things!

You're goin' with me!

I fixed that once and for all.

Let's wait till my birthday.

Mal said he was gonna give me a pony.

Do as I tell you before you get

something you won't forget!

Get out of here!

- Well, what's wrong, Mickey?

- Ma says I got to go.

I don't have to, do I?

I'll talk to your mother.

Go on. Run along downstairs.

- Watch out.

She's burned about somethin'.

- Okay.

- Come in.

Letty, what's all this about Mickey?

Told me to get outta here. I'm going.

I don't need a second invitation.

- What's more I'm takin' Mickey with me.

- Letty, you can't do that.

I've been puttin' up with your drivel

long enough. I'm sick and tired of it.

I've taken a lot of it, see?

But I don't have to take any more.

Not after last night.

Wait a minute, Letty,

listen to me, will you?

I want to tell you something.

After last night,

you and I are just the same.

There's no difference at all. Get it?

I'm takin' that kid with me, see?

And you and no one else is gonna stop me.

- No, you can't do it.

- Oh, can't I?

Just try somethin' and see what happens.

You wouldn't like me to have a little

talk with your wife, would you, Mal?

Letty, I told her.

What do you mean, told her?

- I told her everything

this morning. I had to.

- Are you out of your mind?

Letty, I love you more than ever.

I told you that last night,

and I meant it. Do you understand?

No, I don't understand.

I'm all mixed up.

Oh, dear, there's nothing

to be mixed up about.

It'll all work out, believe me.

Alice understands.

You're gonna have Mickey and me,

and you're not gonna have

to fight and struggle anymore.

I can't believe it.

It isn't true, your wanting me.

You don't know what you're saying.

Come on, Mick. Get into your clothes.

We're goin' into town.

- Mal said it was all fixed to stay.

- It is. We're comin' back.

- Why don't you go, Ma,

and let me stay here?

- We're comin' back!

I don't wanna go.

I'm goin' swimmin' with Alice.

Oh, so you'd rather go with her

than go would with me, would ya?

You come here to me.

Come here to me, Mickey!

- I don't have to do

what you say anymore!

- Who said so?

You're not helping me anymore,

Mal is. He said I could stay.

Mal has nothing to do with it!

You're my kid, and you're gonna

do what I say! Come here to me!

Mickey!

Come here to me! You hear me, you...

Come here!

Mickey. Mickey.

- Come here!

- Alice! Alice!

- Don't let her get me!

- Come here to me! Come here!

- Is this necessary?

- Who's kid is this, mine or yours?

- Yours, unfortunately.

- Then, shut up. Come here.

- Run along. Leave us for a few minutes.

- Come here!

- What are you gonna do?

- I'm going to give you

a word of advice about Mal.

- Coming from you that

ought to be pretty valuable.

- If you're wise enough...

- you may be able to hold him,

well, maybe a year.

- What do you mean a year?

Possibly not even a year. I don't think

he'll be able to stand you that long.

- But if you're smart...

- Smart enough to get what I wanted.

No, not smart...

you just have good health,

youth and you're a female.

- What are you trying to say?

- You're bad, that's all.

You have no rules.

If you have no rules in one thing...

you probably have no rules in any other.

That won't do, not with Mal.

Mal's what's called a gentleman...

a man with decent, proper instincts.

- And you're an ill-bred little tramp.

- Who did he pick...

- you or the tramp?

- Neither. You picked him.

Almost any woman

can pick any man, your way.

It's the cheap way, used by cheap women.

But it won't last. Men like Mal

are after diamonds, not rhinestones.

- You say another word,

and I'll tear your eyes out!

- You're a common little beast...

- and I intend to tell you!

- and I intend to tell you!

- [Mickey] Help! Help!

- Mickey!

Help! Help!

- Sounds like I swallowed

the ocean, all right.

Feel a little better, don't you?

- He'll be all right.

- Thank you, Doctor.

- Still sore, Ma?

- Sure.

- But not at you.

- At who?

- Myself.

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