Rose of Washington Square Page #5

I'll be around about 1:00.

Got a couple of things

I'd like to talk to you about.

- How about a little drink?

- Sure.

Champagne for everybody.

- Right?

- Right.

I certainly got

to hand it to you, Bart.

You manage to win more close decisions

than any guy I ever seen.

- I like 'em close.

- Okay, if you like 'em that way.

Believe me, kid, I sure would try

to break myself of the habit...

of cutting corners on a guy like Lefty.

Be good.

Well, hello, cowboy.

Come right in.

Hello, Bart.

- Cute little place you have here.

- Yes, it isn't mine though.

It belongs to a friend

of mine's in Europe.

I'm just staying here while he's away.

- I'll be right with you.

- Just a moment, Clinton.

Since when have you owned a contract

for Rose Sargent's services?

- Why? - Thought you could

get away with it, didn't you?

Do you have any objection

to Long as her agent?

Harry? I should say not.

He's the best in New York.

Well, do you object

to his paying for her?

Object to an agent

paying out money? Hmm.

- Would I object to a miracle? - Then I

don't understand what you're driving at.

After all, if he's a good agent,

and she's a bargain at the price...

why should you object to her

getting some dough out of it?

- Her getting some money?

- Why, of course.

Are you trying to kid me?

Listen, Ted. What you think about

my honesty is a matter so boring to me...

that I can hardly keep my mind on it.

But there's one thing

I want you to remember.

You don't happen to be

the only man that loves Rose...

nor the only man that would like

to do things for her.

Why, even you, a model man,

can see no reason...

why an agent shouldn't pay

a few hundred dollars...

for a client that's liable

to bring him in thousands.

But do you think Rose

has punch enough to get it?

Mm-mmm. Takes a businessman

like me to put over a deal like that.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Mmm. And I'll tell you

something else too.

Under any other circumstances, I'd tell

you or anybody else that questioned it...

to go take a good long jump

in the Gowanus Canal.

But this is different.

Because of her,

I want to see you satisfied about it.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I want you to see her get the dough.

I haven't got it myself yet,

but I will have in a few days.

Then, if you feel like it, why, you and

Rose and I can have dinner together...

and with your own eyes you can figure out

who gets the dough.

Say, maybe I got you wrong at that.

Well, save it-

Save it until you're sure.

Okay, Bart.

How about our lunch?

No. No, I'd rather not.

We'll sit down together

when you've no further doubts.

- Just as you say, Bart.

- Well, I'll see you to the door.

Never mind.

I know my way out.

Hello? Yeah, get me the

New York American- Classified Ads.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

I'll tell you what I'll do, Mr. Clinton.

I'll give you, for every stick of furniture

in the place exactly as it stands...

- three thousand, five hundred dollars.

- Thirty-five hundred dollars?

But there's some very valuable furniture

in this apartment.

Three thousand,

five hundred, as is.

Well, it's a crime...

but all right.

Oh, by the way, when will you

have the things out?

Oh, I'll have the place stripped

by 6:
00 this evening.

- There.

- Very good.

Too bad, Mr. Clinton.

But perhaps this will teach you

to keep out of Wall Street.

Well, good day.

Twenty-five hundred dollars.

- Twenty-five hundred?

- Mm-hmm.

- Show it to me, honey.

- And you aren't sore?

So I'm sore.

So what am I gonna do about it?

Now listen, baby.

If our deal with Ziegfeld goes through...

I'm gonna collect 500% interest

on that proposition the first year.

You're a pretty cute guy, aren't you?

- What do you think?

- I'll tell you what I think.

Oh, no, not now. Not until we've had

a dance anyway. Come on.

Before you say anything else, Ted,

there's something I want to tell you.

- You're married.

- This afternoon.

We're leaving

on our honeymoon tomorrow.

- Come on, let's dance.

- Not now.

Come on, let's get a drink.

I need it.

Buenas noches, senora y senor.

Buenas noches, cowboy.

Ah, it's beautiful, isn't it?

Sure is.

You know, this is

the first rich thing-

I mean, really rich thing

I've- I've ever had in my life.

But not the last, honey.

Oh, it's the first thing

costing over $25...

I didn't have to pay for myself.

Just take a look.

Look at everything-

as far as the eye can see.

- I did.

- It's all yours.

Oh, Bart, I do love you.

- Senora Clinton?

- Yes?

- Un telegrama.

- Telegram.

- Oh, you're wonderful.

- Gracias, cowboy. I mean, uh, gaucho.

Gracias.

Darling, read it.

Oh, isn't it wonderful?

Oh, honey, I'm so proud of you.

Another kiss.

- Shall we leave right away?

- Sure. Sure, sure. We'll leave right away.

Hi, cowboy.

Hello, Mike.

It's a little late,

but congratulations.

- She's a great girl.

- You don't have to tell me.

I, uh- I hope you're

behaving yourself.

I hope you're going to learn to mind

your own business one of these days.

Okay, Bart.

Just a friendly little tip, that's all.

You can save it.

Listen, son, one of these days

you're gonna get burned, but burned bad.

When you do,

you're not gonna be able to take it...

because you haven't got it here.

That's the day you're gonna be

a pretty sad young man.

Same to you, old boy, and many of' em.

# Rose #

# Of Washington Square #

# I'm withering there #

# In basement air #

# I'm fading #

# Rose #

# With plain

or fancy clothes #

# They say

my turned-up nose #

# It seems to please #

# Artistic people #

# Beaux #

# Say, I've got

plenty of those #

# With secondhand clothes #

# And nice long hair #

# I've got those

Broadway vampires #

# Lashed to the mast #

# I've got no future

But, oh, what a past #

# Rose #

# Of Washington Square #

#I'm Rose #

#Of Washington Square #

# Rose #

# With plain or fancy clothes #

# They say my turned-up nose #

# It seems to please #

# Artistic people #

# Beaux #

# I've plenty of those #

# With secondhand clothes #

# And nice long hair #

# She's got those Broadway vampires #

# Lashed to the mast #

# She's got no future

But, oh, what a past #

# I'm Rose #

# Of Washington #

# Square #

Isn't she great?

Oh, boy, didn't I tell you?

# Rose of Washington Square #

Hop off it, me lad. We're home.

Out you go there.

Here's two quid, me lad,

and keep the change.

- Oh, bless you, governor.

- Ah, ah. No idolatry now. No idolatry.

- Here we go.

- Up you go there.

Easy does it. Now-

Oh, and don't forget these.

- Here you are.

- Bless you, governor, bless you.

Come on, darling.

Well, hello, Dexter, old boy.

I've been waiting for you.

Oh, I see. Dear, will you go on upstairs?

I'll be up in just a minute.

- Bart, what is it?

- Please, dear, will you go on up?

- But, Bart, I-

- Will you do as I say?

- I ought to tell her now. - Look, Dexter,

I'm going to fix this little matter up.

You bet your sweet life you're going to fix

this little matter up, and right away too.

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