Oscar Page #7

Looks like a nice young man.

Why is she marrying Dr Poole?

She barely knows him.

She barely knew the chauffeur too.

Don't drag out Oscar

in front of the Father!

- Who's Oscar?

- Why isn't she marrying Anthony?

Because Anthony's marrying Theresa.

- Who's Theresa? - Who's Theresa?

- Look, it's really very simple.

But I ain't got time to explain it.

I got to call Nora.

- Who's Nora?

- Our maid.

- Ex-maid!

- Now you filred the maid?

- No, she quit to marry Bruce Underwood!

- When did that happen?

I don't know! Somewhere between

my vest and my pants.

- What?

- This is all very confusing.

Well, Father...

it's one of them mysteries in life

you just gotta accept on faith.

I gotta run.

Father, why don't you go into

the kitchen and have a cup of tea...

while I clear this matter up?

Sorry to bother you, Bruce.

Nora took the wrong bag.

Can you believe that?

Yes. Would you mind sending your man

around and bringing the bag back?

Yeah, it's Snaps Provolone.

Who the hell you think it is?

What's the matter?

You couldn't make it on the outside?

I came to return this suitcase

and collect the old.

- Is this it?

- Yes.

I realized that one wasn't mine

when I tried to open it.

Go on. Beat it. We got bankers comin',

and we don't need no riffraff around here.

- Sugar?

- Oh, no.

Thank you.

Who told you

I was in love with you?

Anthony.

But I thought

you were in love with me.

- Who told you that?

- Your father.

Oh. And did he tell you

I was pregnant?

No, he did- You're pregnant?

No. I just told him that

so I could marry Oscar.

- Who's Oscar?

- Our ex- chauffeur.

You see, I'd do anything

to get out of this house!

- Oh, I do know how you feel.

- Of course. You've met my father.

Oh, no.

I was thinking of my mother.

She can be so possessive.

Then you know what

I'm going through, Dr Poole?

Thornton. Y-Yes, I do.

Lisa...

at the risk of being forward-

Yes, Thornton?

Your diction is surprisingly good,

considering your genealogy.

That's the sweetest thing

anybody's ever said to me...

Thornton.

That must be the chauffeur

to pick up the underwear. There it is.

I got it.

- What are you doin' back here?

- What's he doin' back there?

- I see you've still got the jewels.

- Yeah, sure.

Yeah, sure. I wouldn't

let these babies out of my sight.

This morning, I had everything-

the jewels, Theresa.

- Now I have nothing.

- Well, don't take it too hard.

I can't even call her because she never

told me her real name or address.

Consider yourself lucky.

I'll make you a deal, Mr P.

What kind of deal?

Well, I've become attached

to those jewels.

They remind me of Theresa. I'd like

to buy them back from you for $50,000.

Now, where'd you come up

with another 50,000 smackers?

- I stole it from you.

- Connie!

What is it, boss?

You took my gun.

Now you're tryin' to tell me

you stole another 50,000 clams...

since the last time I saw you?

Remember that dummy corporation I set up

for you to hide your protection income?

Yeah.

- Remember who you made treasurer as a beard?

- You didn't.

I just wrote out a cheque to myself.

As treasurer...

the bank asked me no questions.

Only a rat would steal

another guy's extortion money.

Here's my offer.

You give me back the jewels...

that are rightfully mine, and I'll

give you back the money, which isn't.

All right.

I guess you outsmarted me.

You give me that money,

and I'll give you these jewels.

It's out in the car.

I'll be right back.

And I want that document back

that I signed too.

No problem. Got it right here.

I got him.

This time I got him.

Another drop. In broad daylight.

- Give me the bag.

- Let's exchange them at the same time.

Good idea.

That's it.

I'm callin' the gentlemen of the press.

I want 'em to see me make this pinch.

- Everything okay, boss?

- Why don't you make some noise when you walk?

Angelo. Come up to your offilce.

We have to talk.

All right, all right.

Connie!

- Yeah, boss?

- Will you stop eatin' and listen up?

Take this bag and bring it into the

library. And no matter what you do...

don't take your eyes

off this bag even for a second.

- Get me?

- Yeah, boss.

I just called the maid service,

and they're sending someone over.

- You got me up here for that?

- Angelo, nobody wants to work for you.

Now, I want you to be nicer

to this woman than you were to Nora.

Nora? She's marrying

into the Underwood fortune.

I oughta get a commission.

Hey, Toomey.

This time it's a chauffeur.

He's got bagmen all over the city.

- What can I do for you, General?

- Mr Underwood sent me...

to return Mr Provolone's suitcase.

- Thanks.

- Und I'm here to collect Miss Nora's suitcase.

Oh, right. I think

he put it in the library.

Park it in here, Fritz.

Here you go.

Give my regards to the kaiser.

- I promise I'll be nice to the help.

- I'm going to dress for lunch.

I love talking to you,

Thornton.

You're so deep-dish.

Lisa, I'll be leaving next month

on the IIe de rance...

for a linguistics symposium

in Brussels.

Brussels? The one in Europe?

- Yes.

- Do send me a postcard.

You can address it here,

in care of my gilded cage.

I don't suppose you'd consider-

Well, I mean to say-

- I-I-I can't ask.

- Come on. Spill it.

I was wondering

if you would accompany me?

- Will I?

- Dr Poole!

Get in here.

We gotta talk.

Please forgive me.

Okay, Doc, sit down.

Now, where were we? Oh, yeah.

I made you an offer earlier

to marry my daughter.

Yes. In exchange

for a bag of women's underwear.

Nix the underwear. It never happened.

Now, the offer still stands.

And anybody'll tell you that

Snaps Provolone's word is his bond.

That's right, Doc. Even in the old days,

he was known as an honest crook.

That's an oxymoron.

Gee, Doc,

you shouldn't oughta said that.

Leave Connie alone.

He does the best he can.

I'm sorry.

Okay, Doc, here's the deal.

Marry my daughter...

and you can use all the dough in this

bag to start your linguistics school.

Most men spend their whole lives tryin'

to get their hands on what's in here.

That's right, Mr Provolone.

I've never seen so much money.

Look. Here's money...

and-and here's more money.

And- Oh! Look.

Here's a lovely new

twenty-dollar bill.

Dr Poole, would you be so kind

as to step into the garden...

while I have a conference

with my associate?

Please.

Correct me if I am wrong...

but did I or did I not tell you

to keep an eye...

on this particular bag?

I did. I watched the bag

of underwear the whole time.

It wasn't underwear when I left!

It was 50 grand in cash!

Poole was right.

You are an ox and a moron!

How did 50 grand

change into underwear?

That's what I'm askin' you!

Maybe it was a miracle, you know,

like the loaves and the filshes?

Lisa, come with me.

- Let's get out of this madhouse.

- Whatever you say, baby.

"Baby"!

Snaps, are you sure

there was cash in that bag?

Yeah. Little Anthony stole it.

If little Anthony stole it,

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