Ladies They Talk About Page #3

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All right, honey.

Well I've been here two years

and I wouldn't have the nerve to do what you did.

Maybe you won't either, after a while.

I'll take care of myself.

All I want is a fifty-fifty break.

You won't get that. But there's a lot of things

that won't hurt you to learn.

You can take them from me or learn them

as you go along.

I'll take them from you.

Swell. Linda's the name.

Come on, I'll show you around the joint.

This is the greenhouse.

Hello, Burbank, how's crops?

Hello, Linda.

And here we find the dining rooms.

It's connected with the morgue.

Is the food that bad?

Well, it's cooked by three dames up here for poisoning.

What do they use on you?

Beans mostly.

This is Tuesday, we get jute balls for dinner.

Jute balls?

When they grow up they turn into a burlap sack.

Hello, Linda!

Hello, kids.

This is the sun yard. You'll have a nickname

for every blade of grass before you get out.

When can I see my cell?

Room, my dear. Don't be vulgar.

Mine looks like a chorus girl's delight.

Can you fix them up any way you want?

Sure. Anything but build yourself an exit to the street.

Swell, isn't it?

Yeah, except that I don't like to be teased.

How come?

Well, out here within a few feet are the two things

that you want most.

But you're always a few feet away.

Freedom...

and men.

This is the lady's bird club.

Lady's bird club.

Membership limited strictly to stool pigeons.

Most of them talk their way in here

and are trying to squeal their way out.

I know how to treat them.

You better be careful of Sister Suzy.

The one you had the argument with.

She's a dope on anything fanatic.

Sounds like she had a crush on Brother Slade.

Yeah, and that kind of crush is ten times

as deadly in here as outside.

Shut up so long those dames go daffy.

She'll make it tough for you.

I'll watch her.

Hi, Noonan.

Hello.

She's second matron. Okay if you are,

but don't cross her. Her name's Noonan.

I get it.

Who's the society dowager with the glass eye

and the lap dog?

That's the Mrs. Arlington. Of the Westchester Arlingtons.

Is that why she's here?

Dear Mrs. Arlington was a little jealous

of a certain Mrs. Banks.

So she gave a dinner in Mrs. Banks honor

and ground up some of her finest glassware

in Mrs. Banks' caviar. Oh, dear.

Uh-oh!

Never mind, Duchess. Just a new fish.

Hiya, Blondie.

Blondie, Nan Taylor.

Pleased to meet you, honey.

How do you do?

This little cream puff met a guy at a dinner one night

and wanted to know what his name was.

So she shot him and read it in the morning paper.

Hey, cut it!

Come on, I'll introduce you to Aunt Maggie.

She's a grand old soul.

Aunt Maggie, this is the new fish, Nan Taylor.

How do you do?

Hello, Nan, how are you?

I watch over the girls up here.

Sort of makes me feel at home.

Aunt Maggie's up here for running what she called

a beauty parlor.

Yes, and I did pretty good at it, too.

Until a detective sergeant came to my place...

Came to my place to get a manicure

from one of my girls.

Smoke, Nan?

Can you?

Sure, in the washroom.

I was just telling her about that detective

that came into my place for a manicure.

Got a match?

Hello, Carrie.

Meet Nan Taylor, new fish.

Pleased to meet you.

Cigarette?

No, thanks. I'm doing my lesson.

I've got to hurry.

Can you beat that?

Always in a hurry and up here for life.

The plumbers must been having their annual picnic in here.

Why?

Look at that.

Watch out for her. She likes to wrestle.

Uh-huh...

I'm sorry, Mr. Slade, but Miss Taylor still refuses

to see you.

If she'd only believe that I really do want to help her.

Both Miss Noonan and I told her you were here.

We talked with her but...

I know. She won't even answer my letters.

Well, I suppose all I can do is keep on trying.

I'm sorry.

Thank you very much for your kindness.

Good afternoon, Miss Johnson.

Good afternoon, Mr. Slade.

If I could be with you one hour tonight

If I were free to do the things I might

I want you to know that I wouldn't go

until I told you, honey...

I love you so.

If I could be with you

I'd love you strong

If I could be with you

I'd love you long

I'm telling you true

I'd be anything but blue

If I could be with you.

If I could be with you

one hour tonight

If I were free to do the things I might

I want you to know that I wouldn't go

until I told you honey I love you so.

If I could be with you, I'd love you strong.

If I could be with you, I'd love you long

I'm telling you true

I'd be anything but blue

If I could be

with you.

Oh, gee, that was swell.

Come on, sing another one.

Just one more, please, come on.

Gee, Aunt Maggie, you have such a terrible permanent

I can't do a thing with it.

Well, there's a canary bird in there somewhere,

if you could only find it.

Oh, it's Mommy's precious little girl, and doesn't want

her mommy to brush her, make her beautiful

and take her out for a walk, well exactly,

that's what we're going to do with our little baby...

You're just always exercising...

What's your hurry? You ain't going any place.

Who said she isn't?

Oh, pardon me.

Hello, Genevieve.

See that dame?

Yeah.

She used to be one of my girls.

She quit. The stairs were too much for her.

Oh, Aunt Maggie!

Mail, girls. Come and get it.

Susie, here you are.

Blondie.

Yes.

Mustard.

Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna have a smoke.

Wanna go have one?

Not now, honey. The husband's just coming up the stairs

and it's a hundred-foot-drop out the window.

Nothing new in that. It's happened plenty of times.

You're telling me.

That's why I'm here.

Oh...

Jo-Jo.

Jessie Jones.

Nan Taylor.

Yeah?

Here's your mail.

Oh, keep it. You know I never read

that monkey's letters.

I know. But there's a different one for you this week.

Probably an old gas bill.

Anais Gorm.

Thank you.

So you finally read one of Brother Slade's letters

after all.

Wrong again, sister.

I passed up my weekly laugh once more.

You cut his picture out of the paper just the same.

And you stuck it on the wall.

Sure, I was beginning to forget his pan

and I wanted to remember it so I can keep on laughing.

You laugh at him, pretend to hate him.

But you don't.

You love him!

Stop, you're killing me.

And all the time he's been coming up here

trying to help you.

What do you mean?

He always tries to help everybody.

Well, I might see him after all.

I can't understand why he keeps coming up

to see you.

How he can stoop so low.

It's a mystery to me, too.

But if he can help me out of here or shorten my sentence

I sure have been a sucker not to see him.

Well, you aren't gonna see him.

Now or ever.

No?

Don't make me laugh.

Don't let her get you down, Susie.

I'll fix her! Plenty!

Mustard! Come here at once.

I'm speaking to you for the last time.

Well, I hope so!

Where is my laundry?

I told you several days ago

to bring it to my room.

I ain't gonna bring it until you pays me

what you promised.

I told you, Mustard, those things didn't come

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