My Sister Eileen Page #8

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-What is it? What did he want?

They`re gonna give me a chance

to show what I can do.

-I got an assignment over in Brooklyn.

-Brooklyn? What happened over there?

A merchant marine, a Portuguese ship

with a load of young cadets.

I gotta do a human interest story.

You`re not going over there

with a run in your stocking.

Come on back and take it off.

This is the pardon from the governor.

We`re saved by the bell, Eileen.

I guess Chic Clark was some good after all.

-Yeah, I guess I owe Mr. Clark an apology.

-Yes.

I always thought he was just trying

to get around you. I still think so.

What do they pay reporters?

Well, whatever it is,

it`s more than we`re living on now.

Paper. Oh, dear, the address.

-Paper and pen. Paper and pen.

-What happened?

Pier 67. Sands Street, Brooklyn.

Bye, Eileen, take care of everything.

Good luck, Ruth.

Eileen. Well, where is Brooklyn?

-You can`t miss it.

-That`s a help.

Where are you, Eleanor?

-Chic, how did you get in here?

-Your back door lock is busted.

Yes, yes, I know. You scared me to death.

Take it easy, sugar. I happened

to see Ruth ducking down the subway,

and I says, ``Maybe Eleanor is alone.``

Yes, she was on her way to Brooklyn.

Chic, I wanna thank you

for getting Ruth that assignment

with Mr. Bains and everything.

Forget it.

Now, let`s get your future straightened out.

Well, l`ve been waiting for that interview

to be published, Chic.

-This week, sugar.

-Thanks.

Well, you`d better go now.

You`ll excuse me, won`t you?

Excuse you?

After I went and fixed it to get you alone

without that eagle-eyed sister

of yours around?

It wasn`t the editor. It was you.

You sent Ruth over to Brooklyn

on a wild goose chase.

Wild goose chase nothing.

It was one of the other boys` assignments,

and I just switched things around a little.

What kind of a heel

do you think I am, sugar?

But how will the editor ever know

that Ruth wrote it?

Maybe he won`t,

but it`s darn good experience for her.

You ought to be ashamed.

She was so excited.

How am I gonna tell her?

Now don`t get tragic, Eleanor.

You get out of here.

Now, that`s a silly attitude to take.

After all I tried to do for that sister of yours.

-Go away. Take your hands off me.

-Stop playing coy, sugar.

Stop it, please.

Come in.

Mr. Baker.

And now, Mr. Clark, will you please get out?

I think l`d do as the lady asks, Mr. Clark.

Sure, it`s a little hot for wrestling anyway.

I look forward to the day when the Bronx

Express runs right through this room.

-Mr. Baker!

-There, there. You`re all right.

I don`t know what l`d have done without you.

Hey, hey, come on. Come and sit down.

There, that`s a girl.

Everything is fine now, isn`t it?

Yes, yes, thank you.

You came to see Ruth, didn`t you?

Yes. Where is she?

That Chic Clark sent her on

a fake newspaper assignment to Brooklyn,

the sneak.

She`s really having a bad day,

because your sister can write.

I always thought so,

but then she thinks I can act.

That`s right, too.

Ruth told me you`re an actress.

Yes, I want to be,

if I can ever get in a producer`s office.

Well, that shouldn`t be too difficult.

I`ll see if I can arrange something.

If you only could, but I wouldn`t want you

to go to any trouble, Mr. Baker,

after you`ve taken such an interest in Ruth.

Well, let`s say I take an interest in the family.

Ruth was right, Mr. Baker. Why, you`re

the nicest person l`ve met in New York, too.

And, you know, the things they say

about New York aren`t true at all.

-Why, everybody has been just lovely to me.

-I think I can understand that.

-Can you, Bob?

-Sure, sure.

I`m sorry about what happened to you

and your job. Ruth told me all about it.

Yeah, isn`t it great? Why, I haven`t felt

so lighthearted since I was a kid.

Do you know what I had in mind

when I came calling today? A celebration.

-You mean with Ruth?

-Yes, but why not with both the Sherwoods?

Why, a Sherwood sister

on each arm would be swell.

What do you say to a theater

and a nightclub supper?

-Mr. Baker!

-Fine. Well, l`ll pick you up at 8:00.

Look, you`re sure you`re okay?

I mean, you`re not frightened

of being left alone?

-No, that won`t happen again.

-Good. 8:
00, then.

Goodbye.

Mr. Appopolous.

I suppose you know absolutely nothing

about this pawn ticket

and how it was sub-rosa slipped

under my door?

Pawn ticket?

``One gilt frame. $1.25.``

Yes, for my painting, nothing.

Morons. Philistines!

You`re absolutely right, Mr. Appopolous,

but what does a pawn broker know

about art, especially yours?

That is true. I am a fool to get excited.

In the whole world, not more

than 15 people know what I am trying to say.

And you, my dear Miss Sherwood,

are one of them.

Yes, yes, naturally.

You know something?

As tenant to landlord,

we have had our differences,

but as person to person,

I think we could understand each other.

What? You, too?

Miss Sherwood. Eileen.

You are a both beautiful

and desirable young lady.

From the first night you came here,

I admired you,

not only for your charming build

and wholesome personality...

Yeah, well, we`ll talk it over sometime.

Women have never played a disturbing role

in my life.

I am creative enough without women.

I can express myself.

Please, Miss Sherwood,

stand still while I am talking to you.

Mr. Appopolous, I must ask you to leave.

Leave at a time like this?

This is against the law.

You`ve got to leave

when another person tells you to.

There is a higher law, the law of the jungle.

-You struck me!

-You bet I struck you,

and if you don`t get out of here,

l`m gonna call the police.

I assure you, my dear young lady,

that will not be necessary.

I should have known better. Life is for idiots.

A man like me in this position, believe me,

the gods must be laughing, indeed.

Eileen! Eileen!

-What`s the matter?

-The fleet is in.

Well, for heaven`s sake.

How do you do, gentlemen?

Listen, Emily Post, how do you say,

``Get the dickens out of here,``

in Portuguese?

You mean they don`t speak

any English at all?

Not a word.

Go.

Leave. Goodbye.

-What did you bring them here for?

-Bring them?

They`ve been on my tail

ever since I left the Brooklyn docks.

There were half a dozen more of them

when we started,

but they got lost in the subway.

-What do they want anyway?

-What do you think they want?

-We`ve gotta get them out of here.

-Suppose you take a crack at it.

Go away. Go away, boys, please.

Look, boys, go back to your boat.

You know, boat.

Admiral Sherwood, I presume.

What are we going to do?

Well, I guess we`re gonna just stand here

grinning at each other

until they learn to speak English.

Look, boys, I have a date.

You know, eat. Eat.

Don`t do that. They think you`re asking them

to stay to dinner.

Sick, sick, very sick, very sick.

-What are they tossing for?

-I got a hunch it`s not me.

No, I don`t know what you want.

Earthquake, earthquake! Run for your lives!

What a performance.

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