Scarlet Street Page #4

This was his studio.

The sketches on the wall are Rivera's.

He'd do that with his models sometimes

when he was working on a magazine cover.

Some people would pay a lot of money for those.

Are you an artist, Miss March?

- Where's the bedroom?

- This way.

What's the rent, Mr. Jones?

left here stored in the basement.

They go with the apartment if you care

to use them.

Here you are...the bedroom.

I don't like the wallpaper.

Will they change the paper?

I guess so, on a year's lease.

I'll pick it out myself.

Well, don't break the bank!

Hello, Lazy Legs.

I thought I heard the doorbell.

I didn't hear anything.

Say, is this all you've got?

I'm lucky I have that left, the way you

were throwing it around last night!

You even bought me a book, Honey.

You're supposed to be an actress, aren't you?

Shakespeare, for Pete's sake!

Say, that's all I have left!

You know where to get more,

don't you, Lazy Legs?

Told me he hadn't sold any pictures

for a long time...

And now I'm in hock for all this!

Look, Kitty...

I need at least 1000 dollars.

- Ouch!

- Well, you've got him softened up...

Now, push him around a bit.

He seems to get scared

when I talk about money.

Listen Baby, you've got him

right where you want him.

He's on the hook and can't get off.

- He can walk out, can't he?

- He's got a wife, hasn't he?

Just drop a hint that his wife might

find out about this apartment...

and he'll shell out fast.

That's blackmail...

It's only blackmail, Baby...

when you're dumb enough to get caught.

- Is that him?

- Told you I heard the doorbell.

For cat's sake!...Get rid of him.

Why...

Don't you answer doorbells?

- I thought you were mad at me.

- Peace offering...

- Scotch!

- Thanks, Honey.

I didn't think you were out,

it's only 10 past 12.

I rang and rang downstairs

and then I found the door was open.

Well, well, well.

You're doing all right for a working girl.

Now don't start that again!

Don't tell me he's under the sofa, too!

No, Bright Eyes.

You can come out, Johnny.

All you have to do is call, Funny Face.

You must have made a killing in

Wall Street, Mr. Prince...

Could be.

The last time I saw Johnny he was

talking about going to Hollywood.

I might try it yet.

Why, I read in a movie magazine about a fella

who landed in Hollywood stone broke...

and cleaned up a million!

No experience, either.

All he had was looks, and he

worked in a drugstore.

If he worked, Johnny, he didn't look like you.

- Will you two stop fighting?

- I'm not fighting, Baby.

She just doesn't know my speed.

Why, I hear of movie actors

getting 5000...10,000 a week!

For what?

For acting tough, for pushing

girls in the face.

What do they do I can't do?

You're so clever, why don't you do it?

I might, Funny Face, I might!

Chris!

I brought over some of my things, Kitty.

I'll bring some more tomorrow...

The rest on Saturday.

- Oh...You have company.

- It's just Millie and Johnny.

- John...?

- You know, Millie's boyfriend.

Come on...I want you to meet them.

Millie, this is a friend of mine,

Mr. Cross, Miss Ray.

- How do you do, Miss Ray?

- Pleased to meet you, Mr. Cross.

- And...Johnny Prince.

- Glad to know you, Mr. Cross.

How do you do?

Seems to me I've seen you before somewhere...

Could be...could be, Mr. Cross.

Yes, I...

I just don't seem to remember...

Maybe I'm mistaken.

Could be.

- Well, I have to run along, kid.

- I'll go with you, sweetheart.

Oh, don't bother, Johnny.

I wouldn't think of letting

you go alone...Darling!

You might get run over by a streetcar.

Goodbye, Mr. Cross. Nice to see you.

- Thanks for the scotch, Millie.

- That's okay...Bye!

- So long, Kitty!

- So long, Johnny!

Now what's the matter, Chris?

I don't think I like that young man

she's in love with.

Oh, Johnny's all right...

Oh, I know he is, or he wouldn't

be a friend, but...

- There's something about him that...

- She's crazy about him!

Would you...Would you like

to see my pictures?

Not yet. Come sit down, Chris.

You happy?

- For the first time in my life.

- Very happy?

I think of you all the time.

All I want is to see you, be near you.

I know I haven't any right

to ask you this, but...

Have you ever...?

Well...there must have been other men who...

Just one, Chris.

You still see him?

I've forgotten him.

Look, Kitty...if I were single...

- if I had no wife...

- But you have a wife!

Yes I know, but if she'd...

Well...if something would happen

that would make me free...

Would you marry me?

Oh, let's not talk about it now, dear!

What I'm worried about is getting a job.

Living like this...it's expensive.

I don't like to ask you for anything more

because...well, you say you haven't

sold any pictures lately.

Yes, but...don't you have enough money?

You have no idea what a problem

money is for an actress, Chris.

Talent doesn't count in the theatre.

Everything is pull!

Contacts, knowing the right people...

You have to get an agent...

they charge plenty...

- Wear smart clothes, be attractive.

- But Kitty, you're beautiful!

Chris, your face doesn't mean a thing!

It's clothes, perfumes,

making the right impression.

Why, an actress needs 1000 dollars

just to get a decent wardrobe.

- 1000 dollars?

- At least.

Maybe I can borrow it from Millie.

Or her boyfriend...Johnny.

He's got plenty of money.

Oh...No, no, no, Kitty.

Not from Johnny.

Why not?

I'll get you the money some way...

Chris, you're a darling!

I really believe you're in love with me.

I am, Kitty, I am!

Chris, you're a caveman!

I like you to like me...

well...there's a limit.

Yes, I know...

I've got to go, I've supposed to be back...

I'll come here tomorrow at noon, Kitty.

I'll be waiting for you.

I'm sorry you have to go...

Bye-bye, Dear.

- Don't forget the money!

- I'll get it.

- Bye-bye, Chris.

- Goodbye!

I don't get it.

The poor sap must be a hophead, seeing

snakes on the "L"!

Imagine anyone paying money for this stuff?

Say, are you sure he's not a phony?

He's too dumb to be a phony!

- You're right there.

- Then how did he get all the money?

Why, if he had to work for a living,

he couldn't make 50 dollars a week.

You just don't know art.

Maybe not, but I'm gonna find out about it.

I kinda like this one.

But where would you find

flowers like that?

I wonder if I couldn't sell these!

And what do I do when he asks where they are?

Say you put them in storage.

You know, you got to protect him...

You can't leave valuable

paintings lying around

where somebody can pick them up.

You'd get in trouble.

Any gallery would know his work!

He tried to kiss me today...

and don't think I liked it!

Oh, you've been kissed before.

Say...they're not even signed!

That doesn't matter, they'd know them.

Not where I take them, Baby!

Johnny...I can't stand to

have anyone touch me but you.

I hate him when he looks at me like that!

If he were mean or vicious or if he bawled

me out or something I'd like him better.

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