Ladies They Talk About Page #2

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Yes, I know. However I think he and I

will be able to get together.

I want to be re-elected

and he wants a favor.

Nan Taylor!

District Attorney wants to speak to you.

Well, now, isn't that just too sweet?

District Attorney? The Mayor will be dropping in

to see her next.

The Governor's flying down to take her out to tea.

President Hoover called her up last night.

Yes, but she had a date with Mr. Roosevelt.

Doesn't that dame make you sick?

What she needs is a good sock in the jaw.

Why the bag, Taylor?

I've got a strange hunch I'm on my way.

So long, Spanish.

Goodbye, Twisty, see you in Paris.

This is Miss Taylor.

Please go right in, Ms. Taylor, the District Attorney's waiting.

Oh, that's all right, Mr. Simpson,

don't bother getting up.

Oh, pardon me, Ms. Taylor. Won't you be seated?

Thank you.

I'm just okaying the architect's plan for enlarging

the woman's ward in the County Jail.

Charming idea.

Yes, isn't it?

You're wasting that panorama on me, Nan.

Save it for David Slade.

Nan, you and I talk the same language.

Now, I'm absolutely convinced that you were the front

for that bank holdup.

We can't prove it yet. But if I find you guilty,

which I believe you are, I'll see that you get yours.

Meanwhile, Dave Slade's interested in you.

He's a powerful man in this town

and he wants me to set you loose.

I'm going to take a chance and parole you to him.

They're drawing the release papers out there now.

Oh, Mr. Simpson, you don't know what this means to me,

this chance to prove I'm straight.

Stop kidding and be yourself.

I've known Dave Slade around this town

for the last ten years.

And you're the first skirt I ever saw him go for.

What do you mean, go for?

Just what I said.

I've seen him deal with a thousand women...

and this is the first time he's ever gone overboard

for one of them.

He's fallen for you and he's fallen hard.

He shot straight with you, Nan, and if you've got it in you,

you'll shoot straight with him.

He still thinks of you as the sweet, innocent little girl

he knew in Benicia a long time ago.

Live up to it, Nan.

Mr. Slade is here.

Show him in.

Come right in, Dave.

Hello, Walter.

Hello, Nan

I'll see if those papers are ready.

I suppose the District Attorney has told you.

Yes, and it's wonderful.

Oh, I don't mean just getting out of jail.

But it's the fact that you have faith in me.

That you've gone to all this trouble

because you believe in me.

Of course I have faith in you, Nan.

I... I don't suppose I should have done that.

I guess it was just something neither one of us

could help.

I'm gonna take yuo home until I can find

something suitable for you to do.

Maybe you could help me in my work.

Your own home?

Yes.

You remember my older sister Stella from up in Benicia.

She keeps house for me.

Benicia. Gee, that sounds a long way off.

We've both walked down funny roads since then,

haven't we?

None of us has come through life altogether clean.

I find it wise to let bygones be bygones.

Let the past take care of the past.

That's sweet of you.

What you you've just said gives me courage

to tell you something

you should know before we go any further.

Up to now I haven't been on the level with you.

When I saw you were trying to get me off

and that you were a powerful man

I played up to you.

Some of the things I said

during your visits to jail I meant.

But most of them weren't on the level.

Yes?

I was in on that bank stick-up.

I was everything the District Attorney said.

I...

What's the matter?

But Dave, what difference does it make?

You yourself said just a moment ago

to let bygones be bygones...

and that we're starting a new future together.

This is different.

I don't know what to say.

Here they are, all ready to sign.

And you can be on your way.

Here you are, Dave.

What's the matter, what's happened?

I'm sorry, Walter.

What do you mean?

Oh, I just told him something.

Something he didn't know.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Before he can rat on me, I'll beat him to it.

I was in on that bank stick-up.

Who were your companions, Nan?

I didn't get their names.

Send in the matron.

You're going on a little trip.

I'm all packed.

Scram!

No me quito.

Is that so?

Now listen, sister. I've got a season's ticket

for this chair and it's got three years to go.

So supposing you get out?

No me quito!

Come on, now.

No me quito!

I don't want to hurt you now...

No voy a quitar la silla!

Vale! Me voy e despus le doy toda la ropa

porque me hicieron quitar mi silla.

Whatever you do, you'll clean it up yourself.

Had a bath?

Yes.

Give her a dress.

Here's a neat little model. Ought to fit you.

Can't I have a new one?

Ask Ms. Johnson, there. She's head matron.

How about it?

Maybe, after you've been here a few years.

Come on, now. Get into the dance.

Get in there and get that on.

Gee, I thought the County Jail was tough.

This is a penitentiary, not a pink tea.

You're telling me?

New fish! New fish!

Well? Make yourself at home.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

as is usual at this hour,

we have the pleasure of presenting David Slade

who will discuss tonight the recent failure

of the City Power Trust.

Hey, you can't do that sort of thing around here.

Just a minute, girls.

We have a rule that you have to ask permission

to touch the radio.

There'd be a riot if we let every girl change the thing

every time she didn't like the tenor or something.

Well, there's gonna be a riot if anybody turns on

that pious stool pigeon again.

Your personal likes and dislikes

don't matter much up here.

Say, Newman, you gonna let this new fish

get away with that?

You know I've got permission to listen to Brother Slade

any time I want to.

If there's gonna be trouble about the radio,

there isn't gonna be any radio.

Listen, don't think you can walk in here

and take over this joint.

There's a lot of big sharks in here that just live

on fresh fish like you.

Yeah? And when they add you up,

what do you spell?

That goes for all of you.

Just another dame trying to show how brave she is.

Yeah, tonight she'll be crying her heart out.

If I hear his voice on the radio again...

...I'll kick all the tubes out.

I know, you're afraid to listen to him.

You're afraid he'll make you decent!

Listen, sister...

I heard him in the witness box at my trial

when the judge said "I hereby sentence the defendant

Nan Taylor to a term of two to five years."

Oh, so you're Nan Taylor.

The beautiful bank bandit.

You're the one that nearly hooked him into that parole...

and tried to make him fall for you.

Say, there isn't any punishment bad enough for you.

Yeah, well, being pinned up here

with a daffodil like you comes awful close.

Got a lot of nerve, haven't you?

So what?

I think it's swell.

It'll take plenty to get by with in here.

I've gone around with almost everything

but it was baby's milk compared to coming through that gate

with all these dames staring at you.

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