Sadie McKee Page #5

And, Finnegan,

you show Mrs. Brennan the next room.

Very good, sir.

Don't you feel good?

- Excuse me a moment, please.

- Sure.

He can't take it, can he?

Finnegan.

Finnegan, I want you to tell me something.

Tell me, do you think I'm a little drunk?

What do you think, madam?

Well, don't get sore about it,

I just want to know 'cause...

'Cause I've never been before, and...

Maybe I am. I don't know.

You hurt yourself?

My foot slipped. My foot often slips.

Put him to bed, Finnegan. He's tired.

- Yes, madam.

- Attagirl.

Yeah, that's what's the matter with me.

I'm tired.

I guess it's the excitement

of getting married, huh?

Finnegan, did you get a good look at her?

Isn't she wonderful?

Yes, sir, quite wonderful.

Jack, do you mind if I wander around

and look at our house?

This is gonna be

a personally conducted tour.

All right.

I can't make it. I can't make it.

You get some sleep

so we can celebrate some more.

We'll celebrate all our lives.

Nothing but celebrate.

I'm going to look at the rest of the house

and get acquainted

with the rest of my servants.

Right.

Sadie.

You know the first thing I'm gonna do?

Trust fund for your mother.

$50,000. Make it $100,000.

Anything you like. How's that?

Thanks.

Is Mrs. Brennan home?

Are you the young lady she's expecting?

- Well, she's expecting me.

- Will you come in, please?

Here it is.

Lady, when you say, "I do take thee,"

how you take them.

Got this all to yourself?

Yep, all to myself.

- Always all to yourself?

- Yep.

Well, a whole lot of us

do a whole lot more for a whole lot less.

Come on, take your hat off.

Swell!

Everybody can clean up at the same time.

We got a dozen of them in this house.

- Sadie McKee, you're a liar.

- No, truly, over a dozen.

- Could I bring Mrs. Craney up sometime?

- Sure. Come on, show you a lot more.

Say, what are you doing with these?

Keeping track of Tommy?

Listen, are you going to be nuts

about that canary all your life?

- I'm afraid so.

- Well, control yourself.

Because you've got everything.

Everything.

Henry Ford coming to tea?

You wait here.

Where's the fire, huh?

So I've got everything, huh?

I'll take it.

- Let go of me.

- Okay, sir.

Okay, I have enough people in the world

who make Jack Brennan do

what he doesn't want to do.

- Take it easy, now.

- What's the matter? Is he hurt?

- Oh, hello, Sadie.

- Hello.

Sadie, make these fellows let go of me,

will you?

This is the best friend I have.

She never bothers me.

Sadie, tell them

to mind their own business, will you?

Come on, put him on the couch.

All right, big boy, everything is going

to be all right. Nothing to worry about.

- You're home and I'm here.

- Yeah, that's all right,

but I don't want those guys

pushing me around, that's all.

- I know. I know.

- I'll do anything you want me to do, but...

- All right, dear.

- I don't want to be pushed around.

Now, lie there.

What time did he leave the house tonight,

Phelps?

- Shortly after midnight, madam.

- Where'd you find him?

In a dump on 9th Avenue.

He was breaking things. Pretty wild.

Much obliged.

That's all right, ma'am.

We take care of him.

There ain't a cop in the Roaring Forties

that don't know Jack Brennan.

Sad, but true.

Oh, wait a minute.

- There you are. That's all right.

- Thanks.

Give it to him.

He's got a wife and two sick kids.

His mother's sick, too, ma'am.

- And how's your old man?

- He's dead.

Gee, thanks, lady. Thanks.

Thanks a lot, boys.

Sorry to have caused you so much trouble.

It's no trouble at all.

- I appreciate it very much.

- No, it's all right.

- It's no trouble at all.

- Thanks again, boys.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Hey, you! Where're you going?

- Wait!

Wait a minute. What are you doing there?

Oh, just practicing.

This is a funny place to practice.

Well, you gotta

practice someplace.

Come on, professor.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Competition's too strong for me.

You better give him the spot.

Help him out, professor.

- Good evening, Phelps.

- Good evening, madam.

- Hello, Dr. Branch.

- Mrs. Brennan.

- Your husband's a sick man, Sadie.

- Some more of the same thing?

Really bad shape. I suggest the hospital.

As bad as that?

The doctor says he can't live six months

at the rate he's going.

But he's been in the hospital before

and it didn't seem to do any good.

Well, what else would you suggest?

- What chance has he?

- Only one. Quit drinking.

I'd like a little time to think it over.

The hospital, I mean.

I don't know very much about it.

Madam, a Mr. Tommy Wallace is asking

for you on the telephone.

Tommy Wallace?

Excuse me, please.

She'd let him walk right into his grave,

and she'd walk into about $11 million.

Well, there's nothing much

you can do about it.

I've got a feeling like... Murder in the air.

Hello, Tommy?

Sadie, when I saw you this afternoon,

my heart stopped.

Yes, I know. I felt the same way.

Only that was this afternoon.

I've got a job on my hands now

that I've got to do.

Listen, Sadie,

I know I haven't any right to ask,

but there's things I gotta say to you, kid.

I wanna see you.

- I gotta see you.

- I'm sorry, but it's impossible.

I can't, Tommy. Goodbye.

Good luck and God bless you.

- I'll call you, Doctor.

- All right.

- He'll sleep a couple of hours.

- Thanks.

Michael, I'd like to talk to you.

- Dinner is served, madam.

- Just a moment.

- Will you stay to dinner?

- Yes, I'd like to talk to you, too.

I'll see you later, Doctor.

- Good night.

- Good night.

This is nice and friendly, isn't it?

- What's so funny?

- Everything.

My mother dreamed

that I'd grow up so beautiful

that you'd go simply mad about me.

She dreamed that we'd be sitting like this

in a grand house.

Here we are, Michael.

Sadie, I've known you a long while.

- You used to like me, didn't you?

- A lot. A whole lot.

- Why not go back to being a sweet girl?

- What do you want me to do?

It's awfully hard to say

unless I say it plainly.

All right, go ahead.

Well, this marriage, the way it happened,

it doesn't give you the same rights,

in my mind,

as if it'd been a different kind of marriage.

Drunk or sober, Jack's been good to me.

I can't forget that.

- You've been seeing Tommy haven't you?

- I saw him this afternoon.

And yesterday and the day before.

- No, just this afternoon.

- Sadie, why don't you get out of this?

- I mean it.

- Get out?

I can guarantee you

a generous settlement.

All the money you'll ever need.

Michael, my husband's in trouble.

And I want to put him someplace

where he'll have a chance for his life.

He's been in all the places, hasn't he?

You've figured out all the angles on this,

haven't you?

Maybe you've been expecting it.

Michael, were you ever in love

with anybody for a minute?

- Apropos of what?

- You learn more about people.

As far as you're concerned,

I look at the evidence.

You ran away with a good-for-nothing rat,

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