My Sister Eileen Page #9

was from the editor, wasnt it?

What are you worrying about?

Lm handling it.

It wasnt the editor. It was you.

Look, its gonna work out the same way.

Im gonna hand the story in to the city desk

as a sample of what she can do.

You mean you sent Ruth

over to Brooklyn on a wild-goose chase?

Wild-goose nothing.

Im letting her cover my assignment.

Now, what kind of a heel do you think I am?

What am I going to say to Ruth?

She was so excited.

Now, dont get tragic.

Its gonna be good experience for her.

- Please, Chick, leave.

- Now, look, Eileen. Put yourself in my place.

Dont do that, Chick.

Whats the matter with you?

Have you lost your mind?

Wreck! Help! Where are you?

- Whats the problem?

- Him.

Now, wait a minute, friend.

I dont want any trouble.

You win.

I look forward to the day...

when the Bronx Express

runs right through this room.

Its okay. That guy wont give you

any more trouble.

I dont care about him.

Its Ruth that Im upset about.

There, there, baby.

You just tell old Wreck all about it.

You see, he called Ruth...

and Ruth thinks shes got a job.

I dont know how Im gonna tell...

What are you looking at, you old bat?

- Wreck!

- Oh, no!

Wreck, I hope she didnt think...

Hold on, Helen, baby, let me explain.

Helen, whats the meaning of this?

Do you know that man?

Listen. Helen, baby, wait a minute, will you?

Look, honey, Im bleeding.

Look, Im supposed to interview you...

for my newspaper.

Steady now.

Wait a minute. Will you let me out of here?

At ease.

Come on now.

Now he fixes it.

- Hello.

- Good morning, Ruth.

Take it easy

and let me do the talking for a minute.

Ive got good news for you.

- Who is this?

- Who is... Its Bob.

Ive got some news for you,

Mr. Robert Baker.

Its men like you that give men a bad name...

and youre darn lucky

Ruth doesnt have a big brother...

instead of a sister.

Whats going on?

Dont encourage them.

Whats the Portuguese word for scram?

- You mean they dont speak English?

- Not a word.

- Oh, no. What do they want?

- What do you think they want?

- What cooks here?

- They chased me all the way from Brooklyn.

- Most of them got lost in the subway.

- Ill fix it.

Gentlemen, Im Appopolous.

Appopolous.

Im the owner of this building.

I must command you to leave.

- What are they tossing for?

- I got a hunch its not me.

Come on, fellows, break it up.

- Go away.

- Go away. Out.

The door, you know, out.

- I dont understand. I dont want to dance.

- My sister doesnt rumba.

She doesnt samba, either.

Come on, leave her alone.

Look, we dont rumba,

we dont even do the conga.

Ruth, do something.

Stop! Open the door.

Miss Sherwood.

All right, more conga.

Ruth?

Is that you, Eileen?

Eileen?

Ruth?

Allo!

Papa.

Come on, lets join the party.

Conga!

If youll just listen to me.

Im sure Eileen can explain the whole thing.

All right, but it better be good.

Let me in there.

Ive never been so mortified in all my life.

Imagine me,

chairman of the Womens League, a jailbird.

My only daughter mixed up

with a muscle-bound sex-fiend.

Yeah, Ma, but I love him.

I can see the headlines now:

Sherwood sisters incite riot.

Create international incident with Brazil.

Franks really gonna think

Im bohemian now.

Not that I care.

You dont care like I dont care.

- Charlie, have a heart.

- Im sorry, Wreck...

but Ive got orders

from the State Department in Washington...

to hold everyone

until the matter is investigated.

Charlie, wow.

- Cant I just see Helen?

- Look, Wreck, dont push your luck.

I might forget I like you

and toss you in with the rest of them.

Sergeant, Im Senhor Arajo.

Consul General of Brazil.

Yes, sir.

I have an order here

from the State Department...

for the release of the naval cadets...

and all of the unfortunate people

involved in the incident.

Yes, sir.

Does that mean theyre gonna let Helen go?

- Thats right.

- Wait a minute.

Look, Helens old ladys locked up, too.

I was wondering if youd do me

one little favour.

So now he knows that theres a you...

and Im just me.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

If I were any more ashamed,

Id commit hara-kiri.

No, I mean,

for having so little confidence in yourself.

I dont know why you want to be me.

Gosh, all my life

Ive wished I could be just like you.

Besides, how many girls

are attractive enough...

to have the whole Brazilian Navy

chase them?

Come on.

- You mean, were free?

- Thats it. Lets go.

I was beginning to feel like I belonged here.

- Which one of you is Helen?

- I am.

Come on. Youve been bailed out.

- What about me?

- What about you?

Gee, Ma, Im sorry.

- Can we go now?

- Sure. Anytime.

Youll hear from us very soon.

Yeah, itll have to be. Thank you. Goodbye.

Now, where are our naughty boys?

Weve got to figure out some way

of getting these bags to the station.

We sure havent got enough money

for a cab.

Do you think

we shouldve let Dad know we were coming?

No. Well just burst in the door and yell,

Surprise!

Come in.

Good afternoon there, lovely ladies.

My name is Robert Baker...

and I represent the Society for the

Rehabilitation of Habitual Criminals.

First off, Id like to know

which one of you is Miss Ruth Sherwood.

Dont tell me. Thats you.

You must be her sister Eileen.

Id know you anywhere...

and Ive been dying to meet you...

because I must ask you about a flyer

who came all the way from Nome, Alaska...

just to bring you a birthday present?

Tell me, did that really...

Now look what youve done.

- You go right out there and apologise.

- Ill do a lot more than that.

In the meantime,

why dont you start unpacking?

- Ruth.

- Okay, say it. Ive got it coming.

- Your sisters very attractive.

- Shes beautiful, isnt she?

- Yes, shes lovely.

- Shes got a wonderful personality.

- Yeah. Shes got a great figure.

- Yes.

I was thinking maybe we ought

to run her picture along with the story.

Thats one of the things I wanted to tell you.

Your storys going to be in next months

issue, that is, if you agree to my terms.

Thats very nice, thank you.

Theres something else

I want to tell you and I cant...

I remember what it was.

- What was that for?

- I think youre funny.

I think youre wonderful. Really.

I think youre beautiful.

Eileen?

I brought you a box

of chocolate-covered cherries.

Theyre a special.

Miss Sherwoods.

Miss Sherwood, come quickly.

Very important.

Come out quickly. Its very important.

Come on, come out quickly.

Very important. Come, Ruth!

- Make room, please.

- Whats the matter? Whats going on?

Senhoritas.

- Hello.

- How are you?

My government wishes

to take this opportunity...

to right a most disastrous wrong.

Isnt that sweet?

Because of your generosity

and understanding...

I have the honour to present to you...

the ribbon of the Order

of Brazilian Mariners, second class.

- Why, thank you. Thank you very much.

- Youre welcome.

I wonder what you have to go through

to get first class?

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