Night After Night

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Hi, Leo.

Say, kid, if these flowers ain't | any fresher than they were yesterday,

we're gonna switch, see? Okay.

Blainey!

Hey, Blainey. | Put these on ice.

Here you are, kid.

Hiya, Leo.

What time is it? | Quarter after three.

What's new? We had a | big night last night.

What's new about that?

Well, we took in plenty | of dough!

Are you readin' where Walker | knocked out Red Nolan in the fourth?

Yeah. Got a great left hand, that kid.

When he lands, | they can all go home.

What's that? From your | shirtmaker. Fifteen bucks apiece!

Why, that dumb cluck!

Look at the size of | those initials!

Why, they're great. I told | 'im to make 'em smaller.

And the last time they | wasn't big enough. I know.

But I found out | the big ones were bad taste.

Oh, so they made a mistake | for fifteen bucks apiece, huh?

Well, don't get sarcastic. | They're silk, ain't they?

Well, this ain't tin. | Only cost me a buck apiece.

I call that silk. Why, ya mug, | don't ya know ya got stung?

Boy, ya wanna fight, do you? I love it!

Gee, ya ain't forgot | a thing, have ya, kid?

That's for nothin'. | Now, start somethin'.

Now cut it out,Joe, cut | it out, will ya? All right.

You're feelin' pretty good, | ain't ya?

Yeah, I feel great | after that workout.

I wonder if she'll | be here tonight?

Who, Iris? Sure.

No, not Iris. | The lady.

The lady? Yeah, the | lady that sits alone.

Why, ya don't | even know her!

That's it. She's got me guessing. | Just the way she sits there.

Well, how does | she sit there?

The way she sits, | she stands out.

Oh, I get it. She's one of those | standin' and sittin' ladies.

Hello.

Well, wait a minute. | I'll ask him.

Say, McFadden wants the | Beach Room tonight. Who?

Tim McFadden, the promoter. No.

Well, McFadden'll spend a | couple of grand. Can't have it.

Buy a lot of shirts.

I said he can't have it.

He can't have it. | Two thousand bucks.

Good-bye, glad | to have met you.

Money means everything | to you, don't it?

Well, what are you | in the racket for?

I don't know.

Say, what do you think I could | get for this joint if I sold it?

Listen,Joe. What's gettin' into you?

I can't stand it no more. | I'm sick of the smell of booze.

I'm sick of noise, of being | a pal to a lot of drunks.

I'm not getting anyplace! | What are you talkin' about?

Ain't you the owner of the | ''swellest'' speak in New York?

How long ago was it when you was a | third-rate pug, takin' it on the chin?

You don't call that travelin'?

No. I'm only wearin' | a tuxedo instead of tights.

I'd give the joint away.

See who that is, | will you?

Oh. Did he cut off | the fat?

Okay, | put it over there.

Come on,Joe. | Your breakfast's getting cold.

Oh, how do you do, | Miss Dawn? Hello,Jimmie.

Well, good afternoon, | bright eyes. Had your bath?

Hello, Iris.

Well, smile, | it's me.

How are ya?

What's the idea of | the bad mood?

Did you | dream of me?

What are you so cheerful | about? Three cocktails, dearie.

You're drinkin' too much. | Oh, yeah?

What'd you want to do, | end up just bein' a souse?

Hmph. Where do you | lecture tomorrow night?

You think you're gonna keep that | face all your life. Uh-huh, I hope so.

You know what you're gonna | look like in ten years?

You'll still love me, | won't ya,Joe?

What for, your brains?

Now, don't you worry | about my brains.

Well, that's a help.

Say, I can take care | of myself, see?

Sure you can.

Joe, what's the matter? Nothin'.

Yes, there is. I feel like | I'm losin' out in some way.

Listen,Joe-

Beat it, dear, | I gotta get dressed.

What of it? You heard me. I gotta dress.

You're getting | mighty particular.

Oh, thank you,Jenkins.

I don't like being | rousted around.

What's up? Frankie Guard's | downstairs. Wants to see you.

What about? | I don't know.

Anybody with him? | Yeah, a couple of mugs.

Tell Blainey to come up.

Hey, Bill. | Yeah?

Tell Blainey to come up here. Okay.

Hello.

Who wants him?

Maudie!

Well, what'd you know about | that? When did you get in?

Yeah? Wait'll I see | if he's here, Maudie.

The ball game.

He's gone to | the ball game, Maudie.

Yeah, sure, he'll be | here by that time.

All right, I'll tell him. | You bet. Good-bye.

What do you know | about that.!

So she's back, huh? | Yeah,just got off the boat.

Hmm. Said she'd phone you tonight.

Hey, what is this thing you've got | with women? They always come back.

Say, I'm through knockin' around | with every dame I ever went with.

Even Maudie? | Yes, even Maudie.

But she was pretty swell to | me in the old days, at that.

She seemed pretty classy | to ya then. No cracks.

Okay, but don't worry about | Maudie. She ain't crying over you.

She still has class | for plenty of'em.

Blainey?

Yeah. | Come on in.

Wait a minute,Joe.

Hello,Joe.

Hello, Frankie.

Glad to see you again. | Glad to see you. Hiya, boys.

You're lookin' swell. | You think so?

Yeah, how is he? Oh, swell. | He's very fond of you,Joe.

Say, he's a swell fella too.

What's on your mind, | Frankie?

Jimmy Gaston and his mob was | around to see me last night.

They're pretty sore at you.

What are they sore at me for?

Well, before | you opened up here,

I was gettin' | all the business on this block.

Since you moved in, | trade's been pretty slow.

Oh, I see.

You know. You can't | reason with that mob.

In other words, you're tellin' | me to close up, is that it?

Oh, no, don't take it | that way,Joe.

We don't want no trouble. | I'm-We're willing to buy you out.

Yeah? What'll you give?

50 grand.

Make it 250 | and the joint is yours.

Don't be humorous!

Listen, that's final. And I | won't sell for a nickel less.

Well, if that's | the way you feel,

you're liable to have some | visitors one of these nights.

Well that's really funny. | Will ya do me a favor, Frankie?

Sure,Joe, anytime. | You know me.

Tell Gaston and his mob the sooner they | come around, the better I'll like it.

These quiet evenings | are getting on my nerves...

and a little excitement'll be | as welcome as the flowers in May.

I'll tell him that,Joe. | Leave it to me. Don't forget.

And, uh, | speaking of flowers,Joe,

just what kind | would you prefer?

Oh, anything at all, | except pansies.

Your last wish'll be | fulfilled,Joe. Okay.

Now, take care of yourself. | So long, boys.

Say hello to the wife, will | you? I'll tell her I saw you.

So long,Joe. So long, | Leo. So long, boys.

All right, Blainey, | get back to work.

I don't like it. | Aw, I love it.

Say, ain't Jellyman here yet? | Yeah, she's waitin' for you.

I'm sorry to be late. I had a | little business to attend to.

That's quite all right, Mr. Anton, | quite all right. Shall we begin?

Thank you. Where did we leave | off yesterday? Let me see.

You were tellin' me about | Andrew Carnegie. Yes.

I found out he gave a lot of | libraries away. Is that right? Yes.

He wanted everybody | to read, didn't he?

Presumably that was his | idea. Smart guy, wasn't he?

Ah. You mean he was an | intelligent gentleman, don't you?

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