East Side of Heaven Page #8

Is that all you can tell me?

Yes, that's all

I can tell you.

Okay, if we need you again,

we'll send for you.

I'll be glad to do

anything I can.

Good night.

Good night.

Goodbye, baby. Here.

What's the idea?

You mean you're not going

to take him home now?

Do you think I'm crazy? I couldn't

walk two blocks with that kid.

Carry him.

Will you stop

with that stuff?

But, Denny,

with every policeman

in New York

looking for this baby,

the radio and the newspapers will

make a federal project out of it.

Don't you realize

we're in a real jam?

Sure, we're in a jam but it's

not as bad as you make out.

We'll be out of it as soon

as Mrs. Barrett shows up

and takes her baby away. Well,

suppose she doesn't show up?

Will you stop worrying?

lt'll work out all right.

That's what they said to the

Czar, and then came the Revolution.

We haven't done

anything wrong.

We got a perfect explanation

of why the baby is here.

I know Mrs. Barrett, she asked

me to take care of her baby

and I'm doing it.

They can't do anything to us

for that.

With that alibi,

no jury in the world

would give us

more than 10 years.

You've got to get him

out of here.

Now, listen, this baby is

not leaving the house tonight

in my company.

The first cop that saw me

would pick me up.

What's the difference?

You said you could explain.

Well, if it's all

the same to you,

I'd rather sleep here tonight

than in the pokey.

Anyhow, we're in this deep, we

might as well see it through.

Besides, Mrs. Barrett

will be along any minute now,

and that'll solve everything.

If she doesn't come by tomorrow,

I'll go to old man Barrett.

"If she doesn't

come by tomorrow."

Alcatraz,

I hear you calling me.

Hello, Phil.

Hello, Mary.

How's business?

With all these colds around,

we're doing a lovely

little business this week.

You can thank the weatherman for that.

Isn't it so?

Why, Mr. Fredericks in 7l2

has the worst cold

you ever saw.

Really? Mr. DeWolfe? Here's some company.

Ah, there, Mary.

Good morning.

Are you happy, honey?

Yes, no thanks to you.

What did I do?

Oh, nothing.

You just broadcast

to the whole world

that Denny and I had split up, that's all.

What'll it be, Mary?

I'm skipping lunch.

Just a chocolate malt, please.

But why all the fuss because I

said Denny had found a new baby?

Maybe I wasn't so far wrong.

Look at this.

Isn't it funny?

I broadcast that the Cruising

Troubadour has found a new baby.

And two days later, presto,

out crops the news,

he's actually had the

Barrett baby in his cab.

That's very amusing.

What's startling about that?

Taxis carry hundreds of people.

I don't think

it's even interesting.

That's because

you're not a radio reporter.

But I, Mary,

am very much interested.

Toodle-oo.

"Apparently

taxi driver Martin

"was the last person to have seen

Mrs. Barrett and her baby together."

Baby, you got us

into plenty of trouble.

Yeah, trouble is right.

I had no idea

it would go this far.

If the police catch up with us

it could go farther than this.

We'd better think of

something and think of it fast.

Well, I've done

all I could for Mona,

but I've got

a strange feeling

something's gone wrong

somewhere.

You said it.

I think I'll go see old man

Barrett. Now you're talking.

And get this straight. If that dick

comes back, you play dumb, you hear?

I'll try, but I'm not a very good actor.

Well, you don't have to be

for that part.

No.

What's that? Yes, yes, yes. Of course.

Good afternoon,

Mr. Barrett.

Now listen, young man.

Don't you start singing.

No chance.

There'll be no singing today.

I came to do you a favor.

What is it?

Well, if somebody came to do me

a favor, I'd ask him to sit down.

Have a seat.

You know, you've got a

wonderful grandson, Mr. Barrett.

He's a great baby.

Would you mind

coming to the point?

Your son's all right, too. Of course,

he's gone a little haywire lately,

but that's your fault.

What is this all about?

I'm coming to that.

Just let me have my say first.

You know,

you started all this

by breaking up

your son's marriage.

You caused a lot more trouble

by trying to take your

daughter-in-law's baby away from her.

That's enough.

You had me

thrown out of here once.

Don't do it again if you

want your grandson back.

What's that?

Do you know

where he is?

I could take you to him

in 15 minutes,

but we've got to

settle something first.

How much you want?

How much you got?

Well, never mind, Mr. Barrett. Everybody

doesn't think in terms of money.

I guess you've found that out

since you lost your grandson.

I'm not much in the world,

according to your standards

and you're a pretty big man, but I

know when I'm right and you're wrong.

Oh, for heaven's sake, man,

if you know where the

baby is, take me to him.

Maybe I have been wrong,

but I've suffered for it.

I'll do anything to get

that baby back. Anything.

All right, then let your son and

his wife lead their own lives.

Give them a chance

to make a go of it.

Very well, I will.

Okay. Come on.

Has the little fellow been

taken care of? Is he well?

He's sharp as a tack. I'll explain

the whole thing on the way down.

Fine.

I'll see that you're well

rewarded for this, Martin.

Don't worry about that.

There's nothing I want.

We'll talk about that later.

Nicky.

Nicky, I brought Mr. Barrett.

Here you are,

Mr. Barrett.

Here's your baby.

Nicky, what happened?

Wait a minute. Wait...

Now go ahead.

Oh, what happened?

Yeah.

There was a knock on the door

and somebody said,

"Telegram."

I opened the door,

put out my head.

Something hit me and there I

was, looking at the stars again.

Who did it?

I don't know who did it.

Now listen, Martin.

I don't know

what your game is,

but you can't

get away with it.

You told me you had my

grandson and I think you did.

We'll see what the police

have to say about it.

And if you're responsible,

I won't rest

till you're both

in the penitentiary

where you belong.

Wait a minute. Mr. Barrett,

please, you got to listen.

Now what are we gonna do?

Well, Barrett will go

straight to the police.

There's only one thing for

us to do. Get out of town.

But we're innocent.

That's what the fellow said

when they hung him.

But we didn't do anything. All we

did was try to help somebody out.

All we did is lose the

Barrett baby, that's all,

and that's gonna take some

tall explaining. Come on.

Where are we going? Brother,

we're just going, that's all.

The line's busy, madam.

Mary, will you tell 402

the papers aren't in yet?

You know, there's some mighty

queer goings-on in this hotel.

Can you imagine what

that DeWolfe has ordered?

No, what?

A baby hamper, a nursing

bottle and malted milk.

And for a bachelor, too.

Hotel Raleigh.

Come on, Denny,

sing us a chorus.

A little later.

Just a moment, please.

Hello, Denny.

What's the matter?

I got something to tell you

and I don't want it overheard.

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