Bringing Up Baby Page #11

Quiet, lady. I'm waiting for you.

Quiet, lady. Speak up now.

Hey, flatfoot!

You ain't getting no place. Come here.

- Me?

- Yes, you. Come on, haul it over.

You want someone to talk, don't you?

It's about time. I certainly do.

Get me out and I'll unbutton

my puss and shoot the works.

Say, hold on, lady.

I thought that you were...

- You ain't no lady!

- I kind of had you fooled, didn't I?

Always wanted to make a sucker

out of a copper.

What did I tell you my name was?

- Your name is... Doc, what's her name?

- Susan Vance.

Vaunce, kiddie. That's my society moniker.

But the mob all calls me

"Swinging Door" Susie.

Now you peg me?

Come on, toots, open up.

- Open up, I'll make you feel hot.

- Stop that.

I'm not opening any doors here

until you promise to talk.

I talk, I'll talk so much,

it'll make your hair curl.

Hear that, doc? She's promised to talk.

All right, open it up.

Susan, whatever it is, it won't work.

"Swinging Door" Susie hasn't flopped yet.

I'm out this far, ain't I?

Well, so long, gang.

I'm not taking the rap for this job.

It's every man for himself.

Quiet! I meant what I told you. You, too.

Quit beefing. Get wise to your pal.

The heat's on, Jerry.

Ain't his name Bone?

You mean to say

you don't remember Jerry the Nipper?

Make a note of that, doc.

She's making all this up

out of motion pictures.

I thought I saw you with

that red-headed skirt in a motion picture.

There, doc, another woman.

Sure. I wouldn't be squealing

if he hadn't been with another twist.

So he's a lady-killer?

A lady-killer?

Why, he's a regular Don Swan.

Loves the ladies, don't you, honey?

He bops them over. 1, 2, 3, boom!

Just like that.

- He's a wolf.

- Now I'm a wolf!

I'll send you a box of birdseed.

Susie, I want you to tell the truth.

You'll never get into trouble.

You're limping.

I suppose you got shot in a stickup?

- No, I lost my heel.

- Don't bother about him.

Sit down there. Doc, grab this chair.

Elmer, grab a hold of that typewriter.

I wanna get this whole thing down

in affidavit form.

- Young lady, I want you to talk...

- Cigarette me, then I'll talk.

- I don't smoke cigarettes.

- This will have to do.

- That?

- It's a twofer.

- What's that?

- Two for a nickel. Give me a match.

I'm not going to stand for that in this jail.

No smoking, no talking.

Put me back in the cell.

Ain't gonna talk unless I have a cigarette.

Hold it. Sit down.

Doc, give her one of them cigarettes.

If you'll just tell the truth,

we'll make it as easy as we can...

My case, if you please.

There I go again. Sorry. Force of habit.

Forgot where I was for a minute.

How about a little fresh air?

It's kind of hot in here.

It is a little bit muggy.

It's always that way around here,

this time of year.

It's the humidity.

What about the Cleghorn jewels?

That's hot ice.

We're waiting for it to cool off.

We're waiting... What do you mean, "we"?

The gang. All of us.

You all belong to the same gang?

Sure. The Leopard Gang.

That's what I'm after. We'll round them

all up with one fell swoop.

Got that, doc? Fine.

How about you, Elmer?

Not so fast. This is new to me.

Hold on.

You can't spell "leopard" with a "U."

- How do you spell it?

- Double "U."

- What about that bank robbery?

- Boy, wasn't that a honey?

A neater job has never been pulled

in this neck of the woods.

Jerry was the inside man on that job.

He was, was he? Were you there, too?

Sure, what do you think?

I'm a one-man woman.

Where my man goes, I go.

"Babyface" Horace, he's the pick-up man...

Wait! You're talking too fast!

What's that?

Confound it, doc! You only got as far

as the Cleghorn jewels.

We gotta start all over again.

Now, young lady...

- There she goes.

- She's got my car again!

Go on, boys, after her.

Hurry up and get her.

There she goes.

Go get her, boys! If you don't,

there'll be a shakeup in this department.

- Are you the constable?

- Yes.

I'm looking for...

Don't tell me you're looking for a leopard.

I'll lock you up.

I'm looking for Mrs. Carleton Random.

So is everybody else.

Let me tell you, she's not here.

- I have reason to believe she is here.

- Who're you?

Her attorney, Alexander Peabody.

I'm Miss Swallow. I'm looking

for a man by the name of Dr. David Huxley.

Is he here with Mrs. Random?

Lady, the only folks here is a woman

who keeps saying she's Mrs. Random.

Then we got a gangster named Bone.

Then we have "Babyface" Horace. Stop it.

Then... What is it you want?

I can identify this gentleman.

You may remember me. I testified

during the breaking of the Borden will.

Yes, I remember.

I demand to see my client at once.

Slocum, you may have made a mistake.

And if you have made a mistake...

your position as constable in this county

will be in serious jeopardy.

- Are you sure he's the old lady's attorney?

- Positively.

Election next week, too.

Mr. Peabody, just step right inside,

and we'll straighten this thing out.

As a matter of fact,

we don't make mistakes.

Here you are.

Is she or ain't she Mrs. Random?

It's just about time you came.

Of course she's Mrs. Random.

This is absurd. Open that door.

- I told you.

- All right. What about him?

- David, I don't understand...

- Alice, it's just one of those things.

I can't explain it.

It happened, and here I am.

Yes, in the last place

I expected to find you.

I don't like it any better than you do.

And let that young man out, too.

Shucks, looks like I got the whole thing

fuddled up.

I'm sorry, that's all I can say.

You haven't heard the end of this, either.

I... Huxley!

Why did you throw rocks at me last night?

This is the young man to whom

you wanted me to donate $1 million...

for his museum?

Yes. No, I didn't. I changed my mind.

David, what have you done?

Just name anything, and I've done it.

Joe, what are we gonna tell them?

Tell them the truth. We lost the leopard.

You the constable around here?

Until the next election, anyway.

What is it you want?

- We need some help.

- That's what I'm here for. What is it?

We're looking for...

Don't tell me you're looking for a leopard.

How did you know that?

- Know what?

- That we're looking for a leopard.

This has gone far enough.

There are no leopards in the state of...

- Get down, everybody!

- That's a bad cat. Somebody get a gun.

Hold on, don't be alarmed.

There's no need to be frightened.

Everything's going to be all right.

Hello, Baby.

- Is this my leopard?

- Yes. That's Baby.

He didn't act that way with me.

Wait a minute. That ain't my leopard.

Of course it isn't.

That's why I took it out of the truck.

You never let that one out of the truck.

You couldn't touch our cat

with a 10-foot pole.

You mean there's another leopard?

That's what I'm telling you.

Our cat came from the circus.

He just clawed a man.

He's bad.

My goodness! Susan's out

trying to catch the wrong leopard.

Poor darling Susan. She's in danger,

and she's helpless without me.

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