Ladies They Talk About Page #4

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with my last order.

You means you never ordered them.

I promise to wash your drawers if you give me

some bleach, and cream, and hair-straightener.

Until I get some, you don't get no drawers.

Even if you's freezin' your f...

Mustard!

How dare you talk to me that way.

You forget who I am!

Oh, no, I knows who you am and what you am.

You's just a old...

Listen! You're discharged.

I'm going to have you punished.

Miss Johnson!

Call her, call her.

Go ahead, call her!

Call her! I ain't afraid of nobody in this jail.

I's doin' life and that's all I's got!

How dare you talk to me that way!

How's I to talk...

Go back to the laundry.

Did you hear me?

Noonan. The parrot.

Yes, mam, I's going!

All right, girls, shhh.

Go back to your places.

It's all over.

I don't suppose there's any place where one doesn't have

trouble with the servants.

It's swell to see you, Lefty.

I'd come up sooner, kid, only I couldn't take the chance.

Sure was a tough break about the boys, wasn't it?

I don't get you.

Don and Dutch. Didn't you get the news?

No, what happened?

They was picked up on suspicion and a couple of chumps

identified 'em on an old rap.

They're right on the other side of that wall now,

doing a twenty to life.

Oh, gee, the poor kids, that's terrible.

And that's one reason I'm up here now.

The boys figure they can crash out if you help.

How can I help? I'm in here myself, ain't I?

Don wants you to make a map of the women's section

showing your cell.

They got a plan to tunnel through

and come up in your coop.

You can cover for them while they're digging.

A victrola and a couple of jazz records

will do the trick.

What's the idea of crashing in the women's section?

They're not out when they're in there, you know.

There's a lot less artillery around

and not so many guards.

If you can get me the map and a design

of the matron's key to the main corridor

have them ready for me when I come up next month.

The rest of it will be a joke.

The boys have got everything else figured out perfect.

Gee, you can count on me, Lefty.

I'd do anything for Don, and Dutch, too.

Then the job's as good as done.

I'll send word to the boys to start digging

soon as I get the map.

I may be out of here myself before long.

What do you mean out?

Your parole ain't due for eight or nine months yet.

Yeah, but I might be able to use that Slade sap

in some way.

You didn't have much luck with him last time.

I'll handle him different next time.

You better.

Well, I gotta breeze.

So long, Lefty.

So long, kid. Take care of yourself.

Hay, Nan, get going. I wants that spot for my boyfriend.

Okay, Mustard.

Mustard, my own sweet little Mustard.

Don't give me none of that, Orwell.

What I wants to know is has you been true to me

or has you not.

'Course I have, honey, you know that.

Mustard!

Well?

Here's the map.

I'll have a drawing of the key soon

but it takes a lot of figuring.

I'll slip this to Don on my next visit.

Dutch!

Okay.

Hello, Nan. Are you busy?

No. Come on in.

Just thought I'd chin a few minutes

before locking up for the night.

It's swell, the way you visit us girls, hm?

Well, you get to know the girls. It makes things easier.

You're Irish, aren't you, Nan?

Half.

And the other half?

Irish.

That's great.

That's a compliment, coming from you.

That's a compliment coming from anybody.

You know, I've been up here a long time

and you've come through it better than any of them.

I knew it was going to be a tough fight

and I've never let anything lick me yet.

And I never will.

The Irish are great fighters, Nan.

And lovers.

I doubt as far as I'm concerned.

You did love him. You still do.

After what he pulled?

He was only living up to his code.

As you'd live up to yours.

Why not give him a break?

He's coming up next visiting day.

I'm glad.

Well, I'll be locking up now.

Say, Noonan, don't those keys ever get you down?

I've wrestled with them too long.

There's twelve of them.

I've named them after the Apostles.

This Saint Peter. The key to the big gate.

This is Saint John. The master key to all the cells.

Gee, that's a big one, isn't it?

Sure.

Yeah...

This is Saint Luke, the key to the maintenance office.

Yeah...

And this is Saint Vitus...

You know that one.

Hello, Aunt Maggie. Making yourself beautiful?

Uh-huh.

Is this her coat?

Yeah.

Whose coat is this?

Mine, why?

Your coat, eh?

Is this your love note, too?

No.

Well, I found it in your pocket.

Somebody else must have put it there, eh?

Yeah.

I expected you'd say that.

Well, you're not disappointed...

...and I got a hunch I know who did it.

Who?

I'm no stool pigeon.

All right. Thirty days in the laundry for you

with no privileges.

No picture shows, no books, no letters, no visitors.

But, Miss Johnson...

No buts about it. You know the rules.

Say, that's a dirty rick!

Shut up!

She didn't pull that.

All right, if you feel so badly about it the same

goes for you, too.

Gee, that's tough, Nan.

Means you can't see that Slade guy next Wednesday.

You're telling me.

Hello, Sister Susie.

Hello, Nan.

Well, they took away all my privileges.

But there's one privilege they can't take away

from me, you dirty little sneak.

Why you...

Scram! The matron!

What's the matter here? What's happened?

The poor little dear stumbled and fell.

Quiet, girls, quiet!

I'm sorry, but rules are rules.

We'd like to help you, Mr. Slade.

But we mustn't force our regulations.

But Nan wrote that she wanted to see me.

Her conduct has forced me to take away her privileges

for the next thirty days.

But couldn't you arrange some sort of special interview?

Why, our discipline would become the laughing stock

of the ward.

I counted so much on seeing her...

I understand.

And I'm very sorry, too.

Please tell Nan that if she'll see me,

I'll come up again next month.

Very well, I'll be glad to.

Thank you.

More work for you, Nan.

Thanks.

Bye, Miss Susie.

Bye, Nelly.

Bye, Susie, good luck.

Thanks.

Well, so long, Nan.

I'm awfully sorry you gotta stay up here.

Yeah? I bet you'll be carrying Brother Slade's

collection box around soon.

You bet your sweet life I will.

Well, keep one hand tied behind you

or you'll be back up here again.

And we couldn't stand that.

I'm gonna tell him all about you.

I'm gonna tell him what kind of person you really are.

Great. And here's something else you can tell him.

Why you...

So long.

Nan, your thirty-day punishment isn't up until Saturday.

But Mr. Slade is here again.

And Miss Johnson has agreed to let you see him.

That is, if you still want to.

I sure do.

Seeing that this is a special favor,

you'll have to report to the matron's office.

Do I have to go like this?

I'll give you a pass and you go up to your cell

and change.

Gee, thanks.

Come on.

Hello, Nan.

Hello, Dave.

Well... I guess I'm supposed to break down and weep.

I could hardly picture that.

Neither could I.

But I realize now that you only did

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