Million Dollar Mermaid Page #9
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Her own recuperative power,
her health, her will.
Thank you, Doctor.
I know we're in capable hands.
Will check with you
later in the day.
Very well.
Well I...
Perhaps you would like to
sleep for a while.
Hello, baby.
I was just passing the hospital
and thought I'd look in.
Jimmy.
I've been here everyday
for the past two weeks.
That nurse downstairs is a clam.
She wouldn't tell me anything.
You're looking swell.
I feel fine.
A little rocky, maybe.
I'm going to be up
and around in no time at all.
That's great.
It's just a sprain,
it's stuff like this.
How's Doc? Fine.
And your picture?
Wrapped them. It's all finished.
We're taking the print
to New York tonight.
I've heard nothing
Imagine, starring a dog.
What's his name?
Rintintin.
What funny name. Chinese?
French.
Annette, darling.
Jimmy.
Baby, don't let it
get you, please.
That doctor, he may know medicine
but there's lot of things
about people he doesn't know.
He doesn't know
about a little girl
that lived back in Australia.
They told her
the same thing, too.
He doesn't know how she hopped
every day to the water.
Learning to swim
before she could walk.
How she became the greatest
aquatic star in the world.
There's lot of things
that doctors don't know,
including what I once told you.
Wet, you're terrific.
Dry, you'll marry some guy
and settle down.
Jimmy.
I have more to tell you.
It ain't going to be the same,
baby, you and Harper.
He's a terrific guy.
Unlucky is the better word.
Alfred.
What Sullivan says
is right, darling.
You'll beat this thing
the same way
you have beaten everything else.
As for you, I don't know
why you should
get this kind of a break.
You don't rate it.
You've struck gold and never
have the sense to make a claim.
You're a crazy,
vagabond Irish man
with both feet
planted in mid-air.
I'm not sure
what the doctor ordered.
Just see that you make her happy.
Alfred.
Good bye, darling.
She'll be up and around
soon rehearsing a new act.
And when you do, remember,
I'm holding your contract
at the Hippodrome.
Yes.
This doesn't belong to me.
It doesn't belong to you either.
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