Pittsburgh Page #5

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- Not too bright.

- You shouldn't say things like that about Mr. Wilson.

- The price is up to all other companies, but not to you.

- I don't understand.

- Your daughter can explain it.

- You haven't the power to grant special favors.

For two cents, I'd squeeze you

out of this company!

You're a little late for that because

you're already squoze. Or is it squeezed?

- Anyway, you're out.

- What?

You were so busy counting your profits,

you didn't bother to find out...

who owns all the shares you issued.

I started buying 'em up

the day we went into business.

An aspirin, Mr. Wilson?

You can't do this to me!

I'll see about this!

How about a $2 cigar, Prentiss?

Mr. Markham, please.

Miss Winters calling.

Hello, Hunky, how's tricks?

Hello, Pitt. You haven't

forgotten about tonight?

Doc Powers is going to be at my apartment and

he wants you to be there. It's very important.

Well, uh...

all right, if it's important,

but I may be a little late.

- All right, goodbye, dear.

- What did he say?

He's coming, but he said

he might be late. Little business.

What little business?

He didn't say.

- 'Night. Pittsburgh doesn't know what he missed, the big lug.

- Goodnight.

I'm sorry to hurry along, but I've

some work to finish at the laboratory.

- I hope it's a success.

- Any problem can be solved with patience.

Goodnight.

- Pour me a drink, will you, Cash?

- So soon after dinner?

I feel like it.

And anyway, I'm a hunky.

Hunkies are supposed to have

stomachs lined with slag...

and hearts of anthracite.

I doubt that.

You might feel better, Josie,

if you let your hair down.

I might not be able to get it

pinned up again. Let's leave it.

Pitt's all right. This success

he's having now has perhaps...

- gone to his head, but-

- Pour me a drink.

I want to get out of here.

Would you take me out, Cash?

- Sure.

- I want to go to the biggest speakeasy in town.

I've got a new dress.

The one I'd made for last new year's eve,

and then Pitt had to go to Harrisburg.

Never worn it.

I want to get all dressed up.

I want to have a good time.

And I want to

drink and dance!

We're dressed up, we're dancing-

Having a good time.

And the drinks are on the table.

Cash Evans special, Mr. Evans.

Only one permitted to a customer.

Now, just what kind of a something

is a Cash Evans special?

Long, strong and sneaky...

but tastes as innocent as a milkshake.

One part Demera rum,

two parts gold rum, one part light rum...

One lime juice

and with a dash of absinthe.

Cool gently with a blowtorch

and you're ready for danger.

Sounds like the sort of a drink

that can stand up and walk around.

Here's looking at you while I still can.

- Only one Cash Evans special to a customer, Mr. Evans.

- You can't even feel 'em.

I hear you can't feel anything

when Jack Dempsey hits you, either.

It gives you that restless feeling. Makes

you want to keep traveling for a refill.

Mm-hmm. I think I'll put a cap

on this and send it out to get some more.

I bet over at Barney's

they serve three to a customer.

Hold still!

Only one pitcher of Cash Evans special

to a customer.

- Ah, it's nice to see you two again.

- Thanks, Barney.

We always used to have

a lot of fun here.

When you and Pitt got your first cheque,

this is where we celebrated, remember?

I remember. Excuse me.

- That's all right, Barney.

- Sure.

And they played that same song too.

Do you see who I think I see?

How quaint!

- Well, well! Long time, no see, Pittsburgh.

- Hello, Barney.

- We're slumming tonight. - Sure, heh-heh!

Same old Pitt. You've come to the right place.

- Got a table for us?

- Sure. Over here. Heh!

Some friends of yours are here.

Maybe you'd like to sit with them.

- Yeah, who's that?

- Cash and Josie.

- The tired businessman!

- I beg your pardon.

Isn't your name Markham,

of the monkey business Markhams?

- Would you like to sit here?

- Why, uh-

Of course, sit down.

Miss Prentiss, Miss Winters.

- How do you do?

- Oh, very nicely, thank you.

Now, Pitt didn't introduce me properly.

I'm really the former Countess Winiewitsky

of the Polish nobility.

Our estates are completely underground.

- How very amusing.

- Very. Have you ever been down in a mine tunnel?

- Why, no, I haven't.

- Oh, you must come down sometime and meet the boys.

Or do you like them better

out of the shaft?

Uh, would you care

to finish this dance?

I'd love to. Would you order me a drink,

please, Charles? Something mild.

- Small world, isn't it?

- Mm-hmm.

Small world, small people.

Is that the little business you were

giving me the business about?

That's big business. I've been doing us a

lot of good through Prentiss and his daughter.

You make it sound so clear

when you say it that way.

Hey, you know me, Josie.

Business before pleasure.

Say, you're a little splashed up tonight,

aren't you?

What did you expect?

Find me waiting at the telephone,

holding my breath?

No, but I expected you to grow up in the

head along with your other improvements.

Waiting for the latest bulletins

about big shot Markham.

Oh, skip it.

Was there anything really important that

you and Doc wanted to see me about tonight?

No, we were just going

to celebrate something.

It was a mistake in the first place.

What's that?

Your birthday.

Oh.

- Here's your usual, Pittsburgh.

- Bring the lady something mild.

Oh, maybe she'd like some punch, no?

Well, yes, I would like some.

Thank you.

Ooh, that's delightful. What is it?

Oh, just a little moonlight and rose thorns.

Harmless as molasses taffy.

- Shall we be going, Josie?

- Going, going, gone.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Barney.

- Goodbye, Miss Prentiss. So

long, Pitt. - Goodnight.

- So long, Barney.

- So long, Cash.

One pitcher to a customer.

- Keep your chin up.

- Yes, up and out where it can be hit.

If anybody hit that chin of yours, you'd

break his hand. You're no china doll.

I was so crazy,

blindly in love with him.

You know, Cash,

he's great in his way.

He can do anything

he sets his mind to.

But he's no good now.

No good for anybody.

Well, who let you in?

That fancy pants with an accent

you call a butler.

- I just dropped around to tell you something.

- Yeah? What?

Your two-timing finally

caught up with you.

- You mean about tonight? That was nothing.

- Wasn't it? You're through.

- You're washed up.

- You seem awfully happy about it.

I am. You had your chance

and made a mess of it.

Now here's where I step in.

You always did have an eye

for Josie, didn't you?

What're you tryin' to do?

Catch her on the rebound?

Something like that.

You don't care for her any more

than you do for that $2 cigar.

But I do.

- Got it all figured out, haven't you?

- Sure.

Then why tell me about it?

I don't know why, but for some cockeyed reason

she still thinks that she's in love with you.

But if she'll have me, I'm just

crazy enough to marry her anyway.

You're thinking, "Shall I step aside

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