Has Anybody Seen My Gal Page #6

- Yes?

- Benny sent me.

We don't know no Benny.

Yeah?

Well, where's the stuff?

Hurry up and get it over here.

I've had to cut my stock

three times already.

- Beg pardon, it was Sam sent me.

- We don't know no Sam.

Mo, Henry, Jack - what's the difference?

I want to get in.

Beat it and stop rapping on that door,

or I'll rap on your skull.

- We're friends of Sweeney's.

- Oh, Sweeney. Come on in.

- How are you tonight?

- Fine. How are you?

Mr Sweeney and I are close friends.

He asked me to give you his regards.

Sweeney?

Why didn't you say so in the first place?

His name escaped me for the moment.

Ooh!

Sorry.

Ooh!

Thank you.

Now get away from me, young lady.

That thing might be catching.

- Anything wrong?

- Oh, no, no, no.

Just don't catch cold.

Now this stuff is two months old.

- Millicent!

- Why, Mr Smith!

You've got to get out of here.

This place is going to be raided.

That's a lot of banana oil!

Nobody's taking my Sheba away from me.

You have a lot of crust...

Beat it, it's the bulls!

- Out this window.

- Lights out.

We've gotta get out of here.

All right, boys, round 'em up.

Sorry.

- Oh, Mr Smith! Are you hurt?

- I'm all right. You go on.

Come on.

- You, Pops?

- Mike!

Never mind. On your way.

John Smith.

- John Smith!

- All right, all right.

- Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

- Yes, Your Honour.

It's no wonder our youth is flaming,

that it considers itself the lost generation...

...when an old man like you,

who ought to know better...

...so flagrantly violates the law of the land.

You are a horrible example for them.

- But, Your Honour...

- 30 days or $50.

- Next case.

- Fern Daniels.

John Smith, your fine has been paid.

Come on, junior.

That stinker Carl, running out like that!

I'd like to punch him in the eye.

Why, Mr Smith. I hurried down

to see if I could help.

You shouldn't have - There was nothing to

do but pay the fine, and Dan's done that.

Oh. Well, how much was it?

I did it because Gramps is my friend,

not because I thought you'd pay me back.

- You don't have to be so nasty about it.

- I'm not. But just cos you've got money...

Now, children,

you mustn't quarrel over me.

I've saved a little for a rainy day...

...and I'll give you the $50

as soon as we get back to our room. OK?

- OK.

- Your mother doesn't know, does she?

No. I wanted to tell her, but Carl

made me promise not to tell anyone.

Well, perhaps it's best that way.

But keep out of speakeasies from now on.

Thank you, Mr Smith.

The more I see of that Pennock boy,

the less I like him.

Sometimes I think his head must be made

of cork. It's always at the end of a bottle.

Now, this is the modern toothbrush.

Sorry.

I can recommend this very highly.

But, Mr Batson,

if you'll only give me another week...

By tomorrow? But, Mr Batson,

I don't know if I can have it that soon.

All right, Mr Batson. I'll see what I can do.

Howard? Can I help you?

Sure. You got $2,000 to spare?

$2,000? Did you lose at gambling?

- How did you know?

- I heard you in there.

Talking to Batson, weren't you?

I've heard some ugly gossip about Batson.

Runs the poker game

at the Three Leaf Inn, doesn't he?

I don't know what to do, Mr Smith.

I didn't intend to lose so much.

I just kept getting in deeper and deeper

and I gave my IOU for it.

Won't your father help you?

I don't want Dad to know

I lost that much gambling.

But if I don't give Mr Batson the money

by tomorrow, he says he'll tell Dad.

- Wish I'd been with you at the inn.

- You?

- Why, what could you have done?

- I know something about cards.

See, when I was young

I spent a lot of time up at the Yukon.

They play a lot of cards up there,

play every night -

...and the nights are six months long.

So I became quite an expert.

I played cards one night

for three months straight.

Well, it's too late now. Just forget

I said anything, will you, Mr Smith?

I'm a bit new at this, gentlemen.

I hope you'll be patient if I'm a bit slow.

That's all right, Pop. Take your time.

You think Silent Cal means it

when he says he doesn't choose to run?

Stop talking politics

and play cards, will you?

Sorry. I'm kind of awkward at dealing, too.

Don't worry, chum. This is an honest

game. Isn't that right, Sammy?

- There you are.

- How about another card?

Oh, yes, I forgot,

you use five cards, don't you?

That's right.

There.

- Say, Batson, who's that old bird?

- A new pigeon.

- I'll lift it up 200.

- Going up another 200.

- I'm in.

- I'm out.

- Well, I'll lift it again. 200.

- I'll see it.

- I'm out.

- Let's see what you're so proud of.

- I've got a crowded cabin.

- Crowded cabin? What's that?

I thought you gentlemen understood

poker. Three fives and a pair of aces.

- I've only got three kings.

- You might want to frame those.

Next deal.

There you are - $2,300.

I'll take Howard Blaisdell's IOU for $2,000

and the balance in cash.

Thank you, gentlemen.

I can't recall a more enjoyable evening.

- But I must go home.

- To your crowded cabin, huh?

The IOU...

We're being raided!

- May I help you with your coat?

- Thank you.

John Smith.

Weren't you here before?

I met Your Honour

when they raided Joe's place.

Oh, yes, I remember now.

Evidently, Mr Smith,

you are an incorrigible malefactor.

- What?

- Heaven knows where you'll turn up next.

You're a menace to the community.

Don't ever let me see you here again.

- $100 or 60 days.

- $100?

- Next case.

- Tom Phillips.

# Oh, the night was dark and dreary...

# The air was full of sleep...

# The old man stood out in the storm

His shoes were full of feet...

# Oh, it ain't gonna rain

no more, no more...

# It ain't gonna rain no more...

# How in the heck can I wash my neck

if it ain't gonna rain no more?

John Smith. Your fine's been paid.

- So long, boys.

- Johnny, don't forget your mink.

- Be a good boy, Johnny.

- We're gonna miss you.

- Come back again.

- So long, Johnny.

OK, boys, OK.

Enjoyed my visit with you.

I'll see you again.

Look, Gramps, if you don't cut this out

I'm gonna run out of money.

# Oh, it ain't gonna rain

no more, no more...

# It ain't gonna rain no more...

Quinn was there when I got your call.

He'd have fired you if I wasn't leaving.

- You're quitting?

- Gave two weeks' notice.

- Where are you going?

- Anywhere away from Hilverton.

You mean away from Millicent.

Remember what you said

when our engagement was broken...

...that without a family I could go anywhere,

do anything, even become a millionaire?

- I've decided you were right.

- I've decided I was wrong.

If you leave Millicent, she'll marry Carl

and you'll regret it the rest of your life.

No matter how much wealth you acquire.

You can be miserable with money, too.

Maybe, but at least

you can buy your own kind of misery.

All right. I'm only trying to give you

the benefit of an older man's experience.

I'm beginning to think you're a phoney.

- What do you mean by that?

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