Born Yesterday Page #7

four hundred and thirty-four.

That's a lot of people

to push around.

Why do you let him?

Who voted for him?

At least he believes

in what he's doing.

Maybe that's why

he's such a hard man to say no to.

It's getting easier.

Let me know your secret. Goodbye.

Bye.

Hello, Billie.

- What is this?

- Same old stuff.

I like having things explained.

I found that out.

Let me explain this.

Don't start up with him.

They're legit.

Why can't I read them, then?

There must be something wrong...

They're all right!

I'm sorry.

It's OK, I understand.

You don't want to be doing

his dirty work.

You know you're better than him.

That's enough, Billie, please.

I'm not so sure.

Maybe you're worse.

"Pursuant."

Good word.

What's the matter?

Ed.

What'd he do to you?

It's what he's done to himself.

Do you know, he used to be

attorney general of a whole state?

Do you know, he wrote a book?

It was called The Roots of Freedom.

I read it. It was beautiful.

Don't tie up your new brain with Ed.

You're not as big as I used to think.

All through history,

there's been bigger men and better.

Name somebody bigger.

My father.

Minimum wage!

So what? At least he spent time with me.

- I work every day. Even Sundays.

- For what, for who...? For whom?

For money!

What do you think?

So go rob a bank! That's work!

I have never in my whole life...

...robbed a bank!

You're still not big.

You don't care about anything big.

Don't get nervous

just cos you read a book.

You're still as dumb as you ever were.

But I don't mind,

cos you're still the hottest little...

Come here!

I've never seen you like this.

What's the matter with you?

My life is what's the matter with me.

Maybe I am dumb, but I know

there's a better life than this!

I want to be like those Van Gogh people,

where people care about each other!

Harry...!

You got money, Harry,

but you got a cheap life.

I don't own nothin' cheap

except you.

There's a little law about that.

Nobody can own anybody.

Yeah? Well, what I say is law.

So shut up!

Sign the papers.

Business is all you care about.

Business bought you that outfit, and

just about everything else you own.

So cut the crap! Sign the papers!

All right.

What are you waiting for?

- I want to read 'em first.

- Just do it.

Listen, you big ox,

if I'm putting my name

on something, I want to know what it says.

That's it. You sign the papers

and I'm sending you back to Chicago.

- No.

- Sign the papers!

I want to read them first!

No! Harry!

No, Harry!

Did you do it?

Yeah.

Get out.

Serves you right,

you big... anarchist!

Don't you ever lay a hand on me again!

Things aren't working out between us,

but don't make me hate you.

- Do me a favour, Harry.

- What?

Drop dead!

I think he's done something illegal,

and now I've signed these papers,

maybe I have, too.

- Have you read them?

- No. Him and Ed wouldn't let me.

He and Ed. Nominative case.

Oh, yeah. See how upset I am?

- I'll just check and see...

- Yeah, I'll wait here.

Is Mr Brock upstairs?

No, he went out a while ago.

- Do you know where he keeps the papers?

- Yeah, but we have to hurry.

Who knows when

he's going to come back?

- He keeps everything on this stand.

- This one?

Yeah.

C'mon, Paul...

- Was it in a brown folder?

- Hurry! Let's just take everything!

- Is this it?

- Yes.

Oh, no, it's him! Hurry!

Oh, no!

Thank you.

- This one.

- Here?

He's put all of his companies

in your name.

They're all called Billie?

No. I-I mean, you own them.

These papers don't give him

control over you.

It gives you control over him.

You're Harry's boss!

- I am?

- Yeah!

What?

Of course!

What?

These are photostat copies of cheques

that Harry's written to the senators.

He's been bribing the senators

to keep that base open.

What does he care if the base closes?

Oh! All his customers.

- Exactly!

- Poor Harry.

Poor bribe-giving, law-breaking Harry!

I'm going to take this stuff to the paper.

I knew it! Now all I got to do is write it.

Just a minute.

I can't let you do that.

A necklace

or are you going to try something else?

- May I help you, sir?

- The biggest wedding ring you got.

- What?

- I'm marrying her.

- You're kidding!

- She's been jumpy.

It's been eight years.

What do you think she's worrying about?

I was rough on her. She needs

to know I want her around whatever.

I'll take this to the paper.

You pack and I'll come back for you, OK?

Paul, I don't think

that I'll see you again.

Wait a minute, wait a minute! Why?

Because of this?

No, I just wonder sometimes if it's

good to find out so much so quick.

Quickly.

So quickly.

I think I'll just go away for a while.

Where?

I thought maybe I'd go see my dad.

I got a better idea.

Let's get married.

Are you crazy?

I have been.

But I love you.

I can't think about this now.

Who says you got to think

about everything all the time?

Billie!

Billie!

There.

Billie, marry me?

Give me those papers.

I can't.

Go, quick. He'll kill you!

Oh, hello. I didn't hear you.

- Where have you been?

- What's the matter? Did you miss me?

I had an idea. You know me,

I hate waiting when I got an idea.

I don't blame you for being mad.

I was thinking about

why you're so on edge.

And then I realised that you don't know

what you mean to me.

I can feel how much I mean to you,

Harry.

Hey, I've done a lot

of good things, too.

Don't forget about those

just cos of one mistake. Here...

Maybe this'll help.

Da!

- Boy, when it rains, it pours!

- Yeah!

Just name the date.

I'm thinking of the thirteenth.

What month?

It's not a day, it's the Thirteenth

Amendment. No more slavery.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I can't marry you, Harry.

You're too dumb.

You think dumb people

make this much money?

I think only a dumb person

would think money makes him smart.

I got a different kind of life in mind.

Is this something

your little teacher taught you?

He's what needs to be different

around here.

- I don't want you seeing him no more.

- I won't.

- That's more like it.

- It's not because of you!

Look, you're upset about the hit,

I know.

- I'm sorry.

- Let me tell you about that hit.

Everything I've been reading about and

Paul's been telling me, it mixed me up.

But when you hit me, everything

fell together and made sense.

Some people are always giving it

and some are always taking it.

I'm not taking it any more!

Why don't we go to my room

and I'll calm you down?

Marry me or you'll be sorry!

I'm already sorry. That's why I'm leaving!

Billie, I'm offering to make you

a real partner.

Partner in here.

I want you to be my wife.

Men are unbelievable.

I give and give and give

and it's like wallpaper to you.

You just walk right past it.

Then you make one effort

and you think we're equal.

It only looks like a big effort

because you never made one before.

No!

Fine.

We'll see how you get along without me.

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