Night Nurse Page #6

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Okay, sister.

I know a couple of guys...

Bootlegger.

Come in here, will you?

Where are you?

Where's he gone? Where's our bootlegger?

He left 10 minutes ago.

He won't be back.

That's what's wrong

with Prohibition.

Oh, I wish I could find

one of those doctors.

Don't get Ranger. I don't like him.

- You don't?

- No more.

- Why not?

- Had my suspicions confirmed.

What suspicions?

What suspicions?

I heard, on the telephone...

What did you hear? Tell me.

- I heard what I heard.

- Oh, talk to me.

What did you hear?

What about Ranger?

Not talking about him yet.

- It isn't time.

- Oh, it is time, if it concerns those kids.

Will you talk to me?

It's about Nick, isn't it?

I heard him talking to Dr. Ranger.

All right, you heard him

talking to Dr. Ranger.

- What did he say?

- To Dr. Ranger.

Oh, will you pay attention to me?

What did Nick say to Dr. Ranger?

Nick don't want people to

see her when she's drunk.

- Judge will take away the trust fund.

- Trust fund?

I had my suspicions.

Is Mrs. Ritchey in charge of

the children's trust fund?

Mm-hm.

So that's what they're after.

What's all the noise?

Nick, you let us alone.

Nanny's terribly sick.

Ah, shut up.

What are you up to with that kid?

I'm keeping her resting

easily until a doctor comes.

- Have you anything to say about that?

- Depends on how you're doing it.

- I'm giving her a milk bath.

- Dr. Ranger tell you to?

No, I can't find Dr. Ranger.

Strange, isn't it?

Nothing's gonna be done without orders.

Then you get Ranger here so we can place

the responsibility where it belongs.

- I'm responsible when he ain't here.

- I'll say.

- And I want Ranger's orders carried out.

- You'll be responsible for a lot more.

Oh, yeah?

They use electric chairs for the kind

of things you're responsible for.

Hey, just what's the idea behind that crack?

Don't you think I know deliberate

malpractice when I see it?

- You're speaking right out, ain't you?

- Yeah, and I'll make it even plainer.

In your case,

I'm talking about murder.

Why, you little...

Keep your bean. If you don't like

what Ranger's doing, talk to him.

- Don't bring me in.

- You're in already, plenty.

If this baby dies,

you're in with Ranger.

Spill it, now. Come on.

How long did you think you

could get away with this?

You think because you strong-arm women,

you have the brains to put this over?

I had your number the minute I stepped in.

And I've reported my

suspicions on the outside.

- Oh, yeah? Spit them out.

- You want those kids to die.

- Yeah?

- You want what their father left them.

That's why you keep the mother

full of booze all the time.

You'll take her out and marry

her and grab the trust fund.

- You're not gonna get away with it.

- Who said there was a trust fund?

So you've been shooting

off your nutty ideas, huh?

- Get out.

- Nick, you be careful, now.

Get out!

I'm not afraid of you anymore.

No, Nick.

- Now I'll tell you a few things.

- Beating me up won't get you any place.

Poor little Nanny.

Nobody cares whether

you live or die.

Gee, if you could only hear me.

I can. And I'm certainly

glad I'm here.

- Doctor, you did get my message.

- No, I didn't get any message from you.

But from a strange man,

a most extraordinary fellow.

What man?

He said if I couldn't see

my way clear getting here...

...he'd call around some evening with a

couple of friends and take me for a ride.

- Did he say that?

- Yes, he did.

And I didn't like the

way he said it, either.

- Now, what's the trouble here?

- Oh, she's low, doctor.

Very low.

- Do you think there's anything we can do?

- Only one thing.

- A blood transfusion, and in a hurry.

- Take mine.

I'm type 4A. I've been typed.

- But we don't know the baby's type.

- I know it, it's 4A.

Oh, doctor, we've got to hurry.

Who's got to hurry?

- Who are you?

- It's Nick, the chauffeur.

Oh, yeah.

I'm Dr. Bell.

We're about to give a transfusion

and I ask you to keep out.

You're not on this case. You better get out.

Now, listen, this is a

matter of life and death.

- I'd run along if I was you.

- Oh, I can't be bothered with you... oh!

Oh, you dirty, lousy...

oh!

Hey, you.

Yeah, I mean you. Get out of here.

Come on, and make it snappy.

That's a good girl. Splendid.

Oh, l... Did I wake you? I'm sorry.

- How do you feel?

- All right, I guess.

- How's Nanny?

- She's responded beautifully.

She'll pull out of it this time.

- Hello, Nanny.

- Hello, Lora.

Daylight. My goodness,

have I been asleep that long?

Yes, and a good thing too.

You better go right home and go back to bed.

Losing all that blood can make

you feel pretty miserable.

I can't. I have to

hurry and get dressed.

- I'm going to the police station first.

- Police?

Can't you see? I've got

all the proof I need now.

And I'm going to the bat for you.

Gee, doctor, you're swell.

No, just sleepy.

Cuckoo.

Oh. You.

Ah, go on, let me in, will you?

You know me, I've been here before.

Tony knows me too.

- Hey, what are you trying to pull?

- Nothing.

Only, you make any joint

look like a speakeasy.

- Oh, Dr. Bell.

- Take good care of Nanny, Maloney.

She's had a blood transfusion.

Keep in touch with me every hour.

Well, how about Dr. Ranger?

I'm going to settle with him once and for

all. I'm going to engage a new night nurse.

A night nurse? What's the matter with you?

Well, it's a certainty Mrs. Ritchey

will not want Lora around...

...after she learns what

Lora has decided to do.

- Are you gonna sign a warrant?

- Lf it's the last thing I ever do.

Don't be a fool.

You'll never get another job.

One jam like this and even the

patients are leery of you.

Will you give me a lift downtown?

I'm in a hurry.

Give you a lift?

I've been waiting for the chance.

Well, how about a date tonight?

You're not much to look at, but you do have

a way of showing up when you're needed.

- Come here.

- By the way, what's your name?

- Mortie.

- Glad to meet you.

- Mine's Lora Hart.

- It's the last name I like.

You won't be able to

drive with one arm.

Sure I will.

When I say shift, shift.

Shift.

Hey, stupe,

look where you're going.

Try again.

- Happy?

- Uh-huh.

- But there's one thing.

- What?

I hate to think of Nick being arrested

and that dirt coming out in court...

...on account of those little kids.

You know, I've just been thinking.

- Maybe Nick won't be arrested.

- Why not?

I ain't seen him around

since last night.

- Think he's run away?

- No.

- Well, what do you think?

- I ain't got an idea.

Only, I happened to be talking

to a couple of guys...

- What difference does that make?

- Nothing.

Only, I happened to mention

I didn't like Nick so good.

- What is it, for us?

- Nope, for the morgue.

Some guy got taken for a ride.

Bootlegger?

No, he was wearing a chauffeur's uniform.

Shift.

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