Born to Be Bad Page #6

- Aw, you'll get over that.

Mrs. Trevor?

I don't know how to say it,

but I'm awful grateful.

He wouldn't be alive now, except for you.

I want you to know that no matter

how rotten you think I am, l...

- I do appreciate it.

- That's all right.

You're pretty white, aren't ya?

If I was in your spot,

after what happened, l...

I think I'd want to commit murder.

- You mean about Malcolm.

- Yeah.

He hasn't done anything

to hurt me. Nobody has.

- You mean, you don't love him?

- I'll always love him...

Iove him more than anything in the world.

- I don't get ya.

- Well, it just happened.

You've given him

something that I couldn't...

something he's always wanted...

a little boy, Mickey.

This... what I'm going through...

it isn't too much to make Mal happy.

Do you see?

Yeah, I see.

I see a lot of things all of a sudden.

Oh, you've certainly given me

an education, Mrs. Trevor,

and I don't mean maybe.

Ma? Ma!

I don't have to stay

in bed all day, do I, Ma?

What's the matter, Ma?

You act like you got the pip.

Maybe I have.

- Mick, you like it here, don't ya?

- And how.

- And Malcolm,

you like him too, don't ya?

- Sure. Don't you?

- And you like Alice too.

- Alice is okay.

Where ya goin', Ma?

I'll be back in a minute, honey.

Hi, Union Suits!

There's a Mr. Karns waiting downstairs.

Oh, tell him I'll be right down.

There's some bags in my room.

- Thank you.

You didn't tell me Steve

was comin' up for you, Ma.

- Mick, I'm blowin'.

- You can't do that, Ma.

What would Mal say?

I don't know if you know it, Ma,

but Mal's nuts about you.

Yeah? Well, I'm glad someone

around here likes me.

Golly, Ma, that ain't no way to talk.

- Why, Mick? Why?

- Well...

Well l...

Oh, please, say it, darling.

Please. Just once.

- Well, I don't want you to go either...

more than everything,

since you're so different.

I'm glad you don't want me to go, Mick.

That makes me feel swell, honest it does.

- But I got to, honey. It's right.

- What do you mean, right?

Well, I don't belong here. I don't fit.

You know, all that stuff I told ya about

bein' hard, dishin' it out, takin' it?

- Yeah.

- Sure. Well, that's swell

for someone like me...

but not you, honey.

- It isn't right. It's all wrong.

- I know.

I'm glad you found it out, Ma.

I guess you been talkin' to somebody.

Sure.

I been wrong about a lot of things.

- You're really stuck on him,

aren't ya, Ma?

- Aw, don't be silly.

You can't fool me.

You were never this way about

Steve or any of them other guys.

Listen, Mick. Malcolm's a wonderful man.

- From now on, you do what he says, see?

- Golly, Ma, you scare me.

- You act like you're goin'

to the North Pole or somethin'.

- Oh, no.

I'm not goin' to the North Pole.

But I'm goin' away.

- Ain't ya comin' back?

- Oh, sure, I'm comin' back.

- Sometime, maybe, if it's right.

- Don't go, Ma! Please!

Oh, now, Mickey, don't cry.

Don't cry, Mickey.

- If you do, I'll spank ya.

- I got ya, Ma.

- Oh, baby.

Oh, Mick.

Good-bye, ya big baby.

- Well, well. Hello.

- Hello.

- What's all the rush? What happened?

- Nothin'. Nothing.

I'm going into town, that's all.

Can't I even go to town

without askin' you? Let me go, will ya.

- Not until you've told me.

- All right. I'll tell ya.

I'm leavin' here, see? I'm beatin' it.

I don't like it here anymore.

- Letty... Letty, you can't do that.

- Stop kiddin' yourself.

You certainly aren't dopey

enough to think I'd bury myself

in a spot like this...

with a guy like you.

I'd go nuts in a week.

- Letty, please.

- Oh, cut it.

What do you care, anyway?

I'm bad. You said it yourself.

Well, I was born that way, see?

And what's more,

I don't care. I like it. I think it's fine.

You ought to count yourself lucky, big boy.

Now, are you gonna get outta

my way, or am I gonna have

to make ya get outta my way?

Oh, Letty. Letty,

you're talking like a fool.

- You know I love you. And you love...

- Love you?

Sure, I loved ya, Mal. For an hour.

Maybe, I can love you

for another hour, who knows?

But that's all.

Already, I love another guy.

I don't even know what he looks like.

I don't know whether

he's tall or short or young or old.

But I do know he's got a suite

on a boat, and he's willing...

to take me to Paris

and show me a marvelous time.

And that suits me swell.

- You'd go with another man...

- Certainly! Why not?

Oh, Mal, you'll get over this.

You'll get over this just like

Mickey got over the measles.

Uh-uh. That's for Mickey.

Well, well, well, well.

So, ya came to see me.

- Oh, I'm so glad, Letty.

- Oh, Fuzzy.

So glad. You're just

in time for some supper. Come on.

- I'm not hungry, Fuzzy.

- Oh, a good, strong cup of coffee.

No, really.

Fuzzy, do you think

I could have my old job back?

Could ya? I'll say you could.

- I'll get ya a cup of coffee.

- All right.

What's happened to Mickey, Letty?

Oh, he's takin' a vacation in the country.

You kept this thing all this time.

What else could you do

with an old cradle?

Remember the time

when Mickey first climbed

over the side and crawled?

- Mm-hmm.

- He was always

a cute little baby, wasn't he?

Yeah.

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