East Side, West Side Page #10

I can see you're pretty sore

about something, aren't you?

You're pretty upset.

Now that is a waste of time.

A philosopher, too?

A will of iron, a cool head, and a warm,

passionate nature, just like mine.

And this little piggy cried "Wee, wee,

wee," and ran all the way home,

where I'm going.

No...

No, you... You're making a mistake.

It would do him good to see you

holding hands with somebody else,

if you call that holding hands.

- Do who good?

- The guy you keep looking at.

The one you're sore at.

Look, whenever my girl's sore at me,

she always does something constructive

about it, like throwing another guy

at my head.

No, I mean she throws herself at his head.

Look, never walk out on him alone.

Walk out with me.

And do me a favor, too.

You see, my girl's giving a party

for another guy, and I'd like to show up

there with someone.

- You.

- Why me?

Well, because you fill the eye, honey.

I've had both of my eyes filled with you

ever since you walked out

of that powder room.

You saw me come out

of the powder room?

Uh-huh. Go in, too.

How long was I in there?

20 minutes.

All right.

Let's go to your party.

It just might do us both some good.

That I guarantee.

Wait, I'll get my hat.

- Taxi, sir?

- No, sir.

Hardly my size, is it?

How can you know till you try it on?

You think you're able to drive this thing?

I better be, I'm certainly not able to walk.

Let's you and me really

make my girl jealous, shall we?

I'll throw you at her head, huh?

I hope she ducks.

Drive.

Remember you're in no shape to walk.

Say, where does this girl of yours live?

Washington Square.

So?

60, Washington Square.

You're not heading

for Washington Square.

Sure I am, the long way around.

But that's shortest way

to where we have to go, honey.

Not with me, you're not going

any long way around.

Stop the car, I've changed my mind.

Girl name of Lorrison.

Very pretty girl.

Yeah, she was a very pretty girl.

She's dead.

I knew she'd get it someday.

She was asking for it.

Did she ask you for it, honey?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You can prove you don't very easy,

just let me see

those helpless little hands of yours.

I think you're crazy, but all right.

Then, Mr. Bourne,

you admit that this girl was a threat

to your reputation, your peace of mind?

And that she had,

on numerous occasions...

I need a little help.

Okay, Jack.

No, a lot of help.

Mike.

- We'll be right back.

- Okay.

Might as well postpone

the embarrassing questions

till we see what our friend

needs the help with.

There are no embarrassing questions

you can ask me, Lieutenant,

since I didn't kill her.

I'm afraid I can't take your word for that.

Let's get a chair over here.

- I've got something lovely to show you.

- Yeah?

Like a glove. Her name is Felice Backett.

She got in a fight with Isabel Lorrison

at the Del Rio.

When Lorrison left, she followed her,

pretty tanked up.

Probably started getting rough,

and got carried away, right, sweetheart?

She came on back to Del Rio,

I guess to establish an alibi,

and when I suggested that we visit

Miss Lorrison, she turned green.

- That's all.

- That's all?

Well, anyway, you haven't lost your touch.

- Yeah, well, one good break, you know.

- Yeah.

You're lucky that I was lucky, my friend.

- Say, what about him now?

- Oh.

Thank you. That's all, but don't leave town

without checking with me, huh?

Can I expect to be

in the newspapers tomorrow?

I'll try to see that you're not.

If you lie down with dogs,

Brandon, you get up with fleas.

Be back later and give you a deposition.

- All right.

- So long, Mark.

It's all over, darling.

Yeah, it's all over.

It was a girl name of Felice Backett.

She and Isabel were vying

for Dawning's favor.

Everybody lost.

I can't believe it's finished.

Well, he may have to testify at the trial.

There may be even a little publicity.

But the real trouble is over?

Thanks to Dwyer.

I'll make some drinks, we all need them.

Not for me.

I have to go, Jess,

back to the station to make a deposition.

I'm taking the morning plane for Paris.

I don't have to tell you how grateful I am

for all you've done.

Don't be.

I'm no friend of yours.

Jess.

Thank you for believing I was innocent.

You're not innocent of her death.

You just didn't kill her.

- Jess, we have to talk.

- Not tonight, I'm very tired.

And I don't want to say anything

I'm not sure I mean.

Good night, Bran.

I'll see you in the morning.

In bed, at this hour, when I always

imagine you out on the town?

Sit down and tell me about it, Brandon.

Is something wrong

between you and Jessie?

Have you been behaving badly, dear?

Very. There's been an awful mess,

all of it my fault.

But I love her, Mother,

I don't want to lose her.

- She's thinking of leaving you?

- I'm afraid so.

I see.

And what would you like

me to do, Brandon?

Talk to Jessie for you?

Urge her to stay with you?

I want another chance, but I know

that I haven't the right to ask for it.

You know as well as I

that we belong together, Jessie and I.

If you spoke to her...

Your happiness and peace of mind

mean so much to her.

Will you, darling?

I'm afraid I can't, dear.

You see, my happiness and peace of mind

depend on her leaving you.

Why are you so surprised, Bran?

Did you think I didn't know about you?

I know all about you.

I knew the first day

Jessie brought you here.

You're vain, and self-centered,

and ruthless.

But Jessie loved you.

And as long as Jessie loved you...

You're an amazing woman, Nora.

- I thought you were genuinely fond of me.

- But I am, dear.

I find you quite charming.

But I can afford to, I'm 55 years old.

My daughter, on the other hand,

is still a young woman.

You're a luxury she can't afford.

As a matter of fact, I've never been

as fond you as I am at this moment,

knowing that Jessie is free of you,

and that I no longer have to make you

welcome in this house.

And if she isn't free of me?

I can be very persuasive.

Well, then, dinner will be served as usual,

- Thursday night.

- I'll be here.

- Good night, Mother.

- Oh, Bran.

You won't mind if I don't order

that dinner just yet?

Hello?

Oh, hello, Mark.

I'm so glad you called.

I'm not sure you will be, Jess.

Look, I've kept my big mouth shut

till I thought I'd choke. I've said to myself

that this was your problem

and no one else ought to butt into it.

But I can't go on being good old Charlie,

the friend of the family.

Mark, what on earth

are you talking about?

I'm talking about you

and that dandy husband of yours.

Jess, if you have any pride or honesty,

you're gonna walk out on him right now,

not for me, but for your own sake.

Look, I'm not doing a pitch for myself.

Really, I'm not. But...

I know you're not.

You're just being a friend.

But I... I've got to decide for myself

what I'm going to do.

You know that, don't you, Mark?

Yeah. Sure, I know.

But if you think I'm sorry I sounded off,

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