Scarlet Street Page #6

The way I look at it...Every painting,

if it's any good, is...

a love affair.

- May I quote that?

- Oh, no, no...

Please don't write about me.

I can see you're going to be

a very hard case.

Why don't you have confidence

in your work?

Because I can't draw.

You do all right.

I just put a line around what I feel

when I look at things.

You're a very stimulating

person to talk to.

How are you two getting along?

I think I'm breaking the ice.

Kitty, Mr. Dellarowe wants to

handle all your work exclusively...

Is it all right?

As a friend I'd advise it.

Could you come to the galleries tomorrow?

- What time?

- Any time that's convenient.

How about twelve o'clock?

And then lunch afterward with me.

Well, I...

She'll be there.

I'm glad you're around, Mr. Prince,

to make up her mind for her.

I can see you're tired, Miss March.

This has been enough for one evening.

We'd better go. Until tomorrow?

Thanks, Mr. Janeway...so long.

Good evening.

- Good night, Mr. Dellarowe.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Lazy Legs...

I don't know what you told Janeway

but you've got him eating

right out of your hand.

It won't stop with lunch...

- Well, what's the difference?

- If you mean...

Oh, stop acting like a green kid.

Let him talk about what he wants to

talk about, and he won't talk about art.

If I had any sense I'd walk out on you!

You haven't got any sense.

Right here...just like

you'd sign a letter.

Come on!

- Katherine March.

- Kitty?

For cat's sake!...Put that one back.

Kitty?

- Chris!

- Oh, Kitty, I happened to be

in the neigh...

Hello, Mr. Cross, I just dropped in.

I thought Millie was here.

Say, I hope you don't mind me

looking at your picture?

Oh no, not at all, Mr. Prince.

Fine work, that's remarkable painting.

You have a little trouble with

perspective, don't you?

Yes, that's one thing I could

never master:
Perspective.

Well, I guess I'll have to run along.

So long, Mr. Cross.

If Millie drops in, tell her

I'll be at Tiny's place.

Don't bother, I'll let myself out.

Has he been here long?

No, why?

- I don't like him.

- Johnny's all right. He's a nice fellow, Chris.

Really he is.

I don't know why you don't like him.

Well...was he the one?

One what?

Well you said there was one man...

Oh for heaven's sake, won't you

ever forget that?

- Was he?

- No!

- Kitty...

- Go ahead and paint if you want to...

I'm not going to stick around if

you're going to torment me!

Kitty...

Oh, Kitty...

Oh, leave me alone,

I'm going out for dinner!

Kitty, don't be angry.

Well, why do you come here if you

want to quarrel? I didn't ask you to come here!

Oh, please Kitty.

Oh, for Pete's sake!

- Go and paint!

- I can't.

I can't do a thing when

you're angry with me.

Do you want me to go?

I want you to stay here and paint!

Chris...I'm sorry, Chris, but

why do you torment me about something

that's over and done with?

Well, because I...

- Would you marry me?

- You can't.

- Well, something might happen.

- What?

You better not let your wife

hear you talking like that.

Of course I'd marry you if

you were free, but...

You're not, so...Let's not talk about it.

Now you go on and paint.

Could I paint you?

Well, I was going to do this myself, but...

Paint me, Chris.

There'll be masterpieces.

Hello, Adele.

I dropped over to the butcher shop

like you told me to.

They got a nice piece of liver...

How long have you known Katherine March?

Answer me!

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- How long have you known her?

Well now, don't get excited,

let me help you off with your coat.

You're the one who's excited...Look at you!

And keep away with that knife.

You want to cut my throat?

How long have you known her?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Don't lie to me!

You've been copying her work for years!

Pretending you painted those pictures

out of your own head and all the time...

you were just copying the work

of a real artist.

I'll bet you're at Dellarowe's

every day making notes!

- Where?

- You know where.

Dellarowe's Art Gallery in 57th Street.

They've got a window full of

paintings by Katherine March.

You're talking crazy!

She gets 500 dollars for a single picture.

She's a genius!

No wonder I used to think sometimes

there was something in your work...

Now I know why!

If you ever do any more painting around here

I swear I'll write that woman a letter

telling her you're stealing her ideas!

You're a thief!

Hogarth had better watch out...

Or next thing you'll be stealing his money!

Not that one, Honey.

Dellarowe's asking for more pictures...

Chris just finished it, he'll miss it.

Janeway says the new pictures are...

the best things you've done!

Wasn't I right about Janeway,

Lazy Legs?

Yeah, but he gets on my nerves.

I been out to dinner with him

three times this week

and now he's talking about breakfast!

He's getting that look in his eye...

All you gotta do is keep it there!

It's all very well for you to say...

but what about the wear and

tear on my nerves?

Papa will take care of Kitty.

Baby's gonna have a big diamond ring...

and a shiny limousine...

- and a penthouse.

- And Johnny?

He goes with the penthouse.

Chris...

How did my pictures get into

Dellarowe's window?

Oh, Chris!

Don't be angry with me...

No I'm not angry, I just can't understand.

It's not possible!

Forgive me, Darling, I...

I needed money.

They were going to take the furniture back!

It was humiliating...

I couldn't ask you for more,

you've been so generous.

I just couldn't!

So I sold some pictures.

- To Dellarowe?

- Yes.

You actually sold those pictures?

Yes.

I know I shouldn't have put my name on them but

Mr. Dellarowe wanted to know who painted them

and I just couldn't give him your name.

Now I can't tell him different...can I?

No.

The funny part is that it didn't seem

to make any difference.

Yes, well the funny part is it

made a great deal of difference.

If I'd brought those pictures

to a man like Dellarowe

he wouldn't have taken them.

I'm a failure, Kitty.

Oh, you're a great painter, Chris!

Mr. Dellarowe said so and

so did Mr. Janeway.

That is...

- they say I am.

- Well they're gonna keep on saying it.

- Oh, Chris!

- Oh now don't...

Don't Kitty, now don't cry.

I'm happy!...Why, it's just like a dream.

Oh Chris, you're so good, so kind.

What difference does it make whose

name is on those pictures...

yours or mine?

Why, it's just like we were married!

Only I take your name.

Well, that gives me a little

authority around here.

I want to paint your picture, Kitty.

How about it?

Come with me.

Know what we're going to call this?

"Self-Portrait".

DELLAROWE GALLERIES

EXHIBITION OF KATHERINE MARCH

- Hello, Damon!

- Hello, Ned.

Hello.

Well! This is the first time that

I've ever agreed with you, Janeway.

Thank you.

I find the painter even more

fascinating than her paintings.

What's she like?

Mona Lisa without the smile...

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