Jimmy the Gent Page #6

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And now I can't.

That's all right, I don't mind that.

I wanna quit this racket, anyway.

As soon as I finish this case I'm on.

What are you gonna do?

Take care of you if you let me.

We'll get a partnership.

You throw in yourself

and I'll chuck in the whole world.

What's the matter, baby?

Don't you like me anymore?

Of course I do, you know that.

I always have.

Just afraid that everytime

I go into the Post Office I'll...

see your picture pasted on the wall.

What do I have to do to convince you?

Didn't I sign the whole Barton case

over to your boss?

Didn't I push $100.000 right out of my lap?

Jimmy, you're sure you're not reneging

on that case?

Hope to have a stroke, I am.

I'm not even gonna be in court.

Make me respect you.

I will, baby, you know that.

You know I will.

After a complete examination

of all evidence presented in this case

and a most careful study of every

circumstance pertaining thereto

the motion of the defendant,

Monty Barton

to dismiss, is granted.

This court is of the opinion

that the state has totally failed

to produce sufficient evidence

to substantiate the charge of murder.

However reluctant I might be

to make such a decision

the absence of convicting testimony

defeats the charge as stated.

Even though that charge was based

on circumstances

of an apparently incriminating nature.

Said defendant Monty Barton,

alias Joe Rector,

in the information on file herein

is by me dismissed.

I'm very sorry, Miss Barton.

Does that mean I lose the inheritance?

The thing that beat us was

that he was married to the only witness

that could testify against him.

It was a neat trick.

Let's go.

Sorry, Joan.

Tough break.

It was a neat trick, all right.

C'est la guerre.

Jimmy, have you business in court today?

No... no, I had nothing to do

so I just sort of dropped in.

Let's go. It feels kind of close in here.

Can I drop you anyplace?

Funny, I was just gonna ask you that.

Au revoir, Corrigan.

Filet mignon, Wallingham.

Order in the court.

And the State Court of Probate

having examined all claims presented,

it has been proven

beyond a shadow of a doubt

that the claimant here is properly sustained.

And the property and the moneys

left by the said intestate Sarah Barton

are ordered distributed forthwith

to Monty Barton,

nephew of the deceased.

Call the next case.

Congratulations, boy.

Congratulations to you, too.

Oh, honey bunch, ain't that swell?

Yeah, come on.

Order in the court.

Here you are, Monty.

All made out, just like you said.

Sign right there.

I earned every cent of it.

There you are.

You did a swell job, Jimmy.

Well, we all give good service.

Okay, boy.

Hello.

Giving things away?

Who wants to know?

Don't you remember me?

I'm your little wife, Gladys. You heel.

You'll have to excuse me, m'am,

I meet so many people.

Would a marriage certificate help

your memory?

Here you are, baby.

Signed, sealed and delivered.

You can buy it back for half the dough

you just inherited.

It isn't worth the paper it's written on.

Oh, yeah, ask him if a wife's not entitled

to half her husband's property in this State.

Listen, Gladys,

something came up a little while ago

I didn't know nothing about.

It was a terrific shock to me, too.

I learned not ten minutes ago that

besides being a crook and a chiseler

this guy is also a bigamist.

What?

Excuse me. Hello, honey bunch.

He crossed us up, too.

He was already married to her

when he stood out with you.

There you are, baby,

signed, sealed and delivered.

I'm married to this pancake.

I love being called that name.

Why, you dirty, double-crossing snake...

Take it easy.

That ain't gonna get you nothing.

Don't give me the runaround.

Them or all of you.

Who's trying to give you the runaround?

I'm just a victim of that guy's wiles.

Listen, I'm married to that ape

and getting half of what he's got

or I'll take the stand and send him

to the chair.

I wouldn't do that, Gladys.

People will do in your reputation by thinking

you pulled that fake marriage

so you wouldn't have to testify against him

That's accessory before the fact.

You know, like you did it for money.

You slimy chiseler.

Your word wouldn't be worth

a dime against his.

And you might get yourself thrown

into jail.

Besides, you don't have any legal claim

on his bankroll, so look...

I don't wanna see you

left out in the cold, see...

So I had a nice little check

all ready for you.

And when you say nice, you mean little.

Many a guy works a whole month

for $100.

Oh...

Now wait a minute, wait.

If you don't mind,

that's been in the family a long time.

That's gratitude.

Come on, honey, let's go home.

Goodbye.

Hey, wait a minute. You don't think

you're married to me, do you?

Sure I do. Ain't your name

Monty Barton?

Right. But yours ain't Fanny Brown.

That's right, I just remembered.

I was married under a phony name.

There's your bride, Louie,

blushing and everything.

Come on, honey, let's go home.

Go on. Get outta here.

Don't you love me anymore?

I ain't playing second trombone

to no guy.

Who said anything about music?

Go on, scram!

Oh, Monty, yoo-hoo!

Monty, wait for me.

Monty!

Hello, Louie.

Hiya.

Congratulations.

What for?

For your work on the Barton case.

You boys sure deserve a lot of credit.

Did Jimmy tell ya?

Do you think Jimmy has any secrets

from me?

Well, I didn't know.

I understand you're the brains of it,

Louie.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Now, now, none of that modesty stuff.

I know your work.

Well, I will say that Jimmy

couldn't have found it without me.

Not that I'm trying to take anything

away from him, you understand.

Sure, I know.

But what I don't understand is,

how did the other little girl figure in it.

Mabel?

Yeah, Mabel.

Oh, that's a honey.

First he marries her to Barton

so that the second marriage with

Gladys Farrell won't be legal.

But Gladys don't know that.

She thinks she's married to Barton,

and so does the D.A., for that matter...

so naturally she can't testify

against him being his wife.

But you should have seen her face just now

when Jimmy collects $100.000 from Barton

and turns and tells her

she ain't entitled to a thin dime.

But the payoff is neither is that other

little pancake Mabel entitled to anything.

she being married under

a fictitious name.

Hello, baby.

I was just gonna give you a ring.

What's the matter?

You can go down deeper, stay under longer

and come up dirtier

than any man I've ever known.

What's the matter with that dame?

I don't understand, huh?

First she says she's proud of me and then

when I give her some of the details...

Details?

Why, you big silly-looking

pickle-pushing blabbering ape...

You shattered whole scheme of romance,

you know that?

Hey, what's the matter?

Nothing's the matter, is it?

Yeah.

I will greatly appreciate

your immediate attention to this matter...

as I am anxious to close our files

on the Barton case.

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