Lady for a Day Page #2

It came all the way from Spain.

Just a moment.

- Iloyd.

- Yes, sir?

Do you remember

a letter addressed to Mrs...?

E. Worthington Manville

Yes, it came in this morning.

There, you see?

I told you it was here.

Let her have it.

God bless you kindly, sir.

God bless you.

Why are you standing there?

Go get it.

I sent it back.

You sent it back?

Sir, there's no one registered

here under that name,

so l sent it back marked

"party not known here".

But you can't. She'll find out

that l'm not living here.

- Don't you see?

- Please, please.

Has the mail left yet?

Yes, the boy took it out

a few minutes ago.

It's probably...

There he is now.

- Hey, boy, boy!

- Please.

Don't put any more in there!

Don't put any more...

You can't do this here.

She's quite crazy.

There it is.

I knew it was here.

I'd know it any place.

Leave this hotel at once.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

She's fainted.

It's an old lady.

Come on, grandma.

You all right now, mother?

I'm...

Where's my letter?

Where's my letter?

- Here.

- There you are.

- Do you feel alright?

- Now leave me alone.

I'm all right.

Nothing's the matter with me.

I'm all right.

So, if my daughter comes here,

all you gotta do is

say that l'm dead.

That ought to be easy enough?

It won't do the hotel any harm.

"Mrs. E. Worthington Manville

passed away last week."

That's simple enough.

Oh, yes. Say there was

a funeral, a big funeral,

and lots of flowers,

and all the

prominent people came.

If they ask about Mr. Manville,

just say he was so broken up

he had to take a trip

around the world for a year.

Make it two years.

That'll do the trick.

Pretty slick, isn't it?

It's Apple Annie.

- Come on, Annie.

- Will you do it for me?

- I won't bother you any more.

- Take her out of here.

- Come on, Annie.

- I won't... you've got to.

- You can't let me...

- Come on, never mind.

You've gotta! You've gotta!

Sure, we can talk business

if the proposition's right.

No, we want the whole stable,

every horse in it.

Look, three sixes.

Listen, Babcock without

Sun Count or Beau Geste,

we wouldn't give you counterfeit

script for the whole outfit.

Okay, how much you want?

What?

He'd take a hundred grand.

It's a steal.

A hundred thousand?

What do you boys expect us

to do, rob the Mint?

Okay, if l can line up the Dude,

we'll step around and see ya.

It's a pushover, Dude.

Babcock must need the money.

Take it from me, you're lucky.

Which of these vests do you like,

the white or the striped?

Let's get going. We can knock

this deal over in an hour.

I can't find her, Boss.

Can't find her no place.

- Can't find who?

- Apple Annie.

I looked high and low for her.

She ain't nowheres around.

That's why you were stalling.

What do you mean,

"couldn't find her"?

I get a lot of help

from you guys.

I feed you pretty good.

You got dough in your pockets.

Listen. I know what l'm doing

and l don't go into this deal

till l get an apple from Annie.

Listen 'stupe',

all you had to do

was ask any panhandler

on Broadway.

That's just it, there ain't no

panhandlers on Broadway.

What?

Listen, l hope my mother croaks

if this ain't the truth.

I walked over town for hours.

Ain't a beggar on the streets.

I suppose they're all

in Europe on vacation.

Search me. It's got me scared.

Broadway looks like a morgue.

Blind man here.

His name is Shorty.

- Shorty? A blind man?

- Yes.

Bring him in.

None of them around, eh?

Get that dizzy dame off your mind.

I don't think about her

in the daytime.

Let 'em in.

- Hello, Dude.

- Hello.

- What do you mugs want?

- It's about Annie.

What about Annie? I've been

looking all over town for her.

She's in an awful jam.

- Been drinkin' again, huh?

- No, it ain't that.

Notterhead found her

walking by the water.

Yeah, she was in a daze.

She was walking down the

waterfront, talking to herself.

Good thing Notterhead

ran into her.

What is all this?

- She's in an awful jam.

- I heard that.

For years she's been swiping

stationary from the Marberry.

And writing her daughter

she's in high society.

- Daughter?

- She's got a daughter in Europe.

Been in a convent

ever since she was a baby.

Sends her money every month.

Now she's gonna marry

a Count or something.

What is all this, a racket?

Anybody know where she lives?

- First Avenue, 314.

- Remember that. I'm going there.

Okay, you mugs. Out of here!

Come on, you heard.

Happy, go to Babcock's

and stall him till l get there.

Shakespeare, come along with me.

As soon as l get my apple

l'll meet you over there.

As l live and breathe,

my old friend, the Dude.

Come in, gentlemen.

I thought so. On the gin again.

Where's your apples?

Come on in.

The butler will take your things.

You didn't know l had

a butler, did you, Dude?

I've got lots of butlers,

millions of 'em.

Where you been, you old buzzard?

I've looked all day for you.

So good of you to come down

for the hunting season.

Everyone always comes down

for the hunting season.

Dude, let's get out of here.

When she's crocked,

she pulls this 'society' stuff.

Gives me the creeps.

You trying to kill yourself?

You know what Doc Michel said.

This stuff'll poison you.

Hey, Boss.

This must be the daughter

them panhandlers was yappin' about.

You haven't met my daughter,

have you?

She's coming over to visit me.

Isn't she lovely?

She's coming over here...

with a Count.

She's gonna marry

the Count's son.

That's the kind of people

l associate with.

Funny, isn't it?

She thinks l'm in high society.

Wait till she sees me!

It's going to be funny

when she finds out

her mother is Apple Annie.

Why don't you laugh?

Why don't you laugh?

It's funny, l tell you.

Apple Annie,

from Schubert Alley.

Apple Annie...

from Schubert Alley.

Old fool, getting herself

in a jam like that.

Remind me to send

Doc Michel down here.

- What you gonna do, Mr. Dude?

- Do about what?

About Annie.

What do you mugs want me to do?

We thought you'd figure it out.

We had a meeting and someone said:

"Ask the Dude."

That's all l got to do?

Go on, beat it.

If Annie could get an apartment

at the Marberry for a week...

- We'd pitch in for some of it.

- Yeah, we'd all help.

- Annie at the Marberry?

- Yeah.

Go on, get out of here.

- Come one.

- Come on, scram everybody.

The nerve of those guys.

Annie at the Marberry.

Hey Dude,

mind if l have an idea?

Yeah.

This here society friend

of yours, Rodney Kent,

he's got an apartment

at the Marberry.

What about it? What about it?

Can you see me asking Rodney Kent

"Lend me your apartment

for Apple Annie?"

He'd throw me out

on my rear.

I was just gonna say that.

"He'd throw you out on your rear."

- Shut up about it, then.

- I was just gonna do that.

- Where have l seen you before?

- Whom do you wish to see, sir?

- Is this Rodney Kent's apartment?

- Yes, sir, but he's away.

What gave you the idea

l give a hang where he is?

Well, l assume...

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