Shall We Dance Page #6

You know where we are, don't you?

We're right here in New York

on a wild goose chase...

with a whole company of ballet artists

and no show.

All because of you

and your practical dummy jokes.

Say, maybe Arthur and l can help you out.

Maybe we could use your boy in our show.

My what?

What do you say, buddy?

Suppose we could find a spot for you?

You vandal.

Petrov, the great Petrov,

in one of your cheap medicine shows.

What's the matter, Pete?

You look worried.

l'm still trying to get an idea for the ballet.

-There's just something missing.

-Yeah, Linda Keene.

There's a man outside

who wants to see Mr. Petrov.

He looks like a process server.

Shall l let him in?

Nobody is to go near Petrov.

Those are my orders.

-Yeah, but the man insists if he don't see--

-Arthur.

l'm going to dance with Linda Keene.

-ls she back?

-No, but that wax figure gave me an idea.

We'll have masks made to look like her.

lf l can't dance with one Linda,

l'll dance with dozens.

l think you've got something.

The man says

that if he don't see Mr. Petrov--

You go out and tell the man you're Petrov.

-Like a game, you mean?

-Yes, like a game.

What's troubling you, my good fellow?

Are you Peter P. Peters, known as Petrov?

What an amusing alliteration.

l am.

Here's a present for you.

Thank you very much.

Now l begin to see the idea of the game.

You see, l'm not Peter P. Peters,

neither am l Petrov.

Wise guy, eh?

Leave these premises at once.

l'm waiting to speak

with Mr. Arthur Miller.

l'll speak with Mr. Jeffrey Baird.

This is Cecil Flintridge.

Yes, l'll wait.

Hello.

Hello, Jeffrey. Yes, are you there?

Of course, l'm here.

Now, don't shout at me. l'm in jail.

That's all right. We don't need you.

l'm in jail for battery

and l want you to get me out.

l'm at the Susquehanna Street Jail.

Susquehanna.

S-U-S-Q-U....

''Q! ''

You know, the thing

you play billiards with.

Billiards!

B-l-L-L--

What is this, a spelling bee?

No, ''L'' for larynx.

L-A-R-Y-N....

No, not ''M,'' ''N.''

''N'' as in neighbor.

Neighbor. N-E-l-G-H-B....

''B.''

You know, the stinging insect.

lnsect!

l-N-S....

''S! ''

''S'' for symbol.

S-Y....

''Y! ''

Why? Don't ask me why.

Look, Jeffrey, l'm in jail.

Wait a minute.

What jail did you say this was?

Susquehanna Street Jail.

Thank you indeed, thank you very much.

l'm in the.... The....

Jeffrey, listen closely.

Do you know where the Oak Street Jail is?

You do? Fine.

l'll have them transfer me there

in the morning!

Look, Linda, l insist that you give up

this idea of making a spectacle of yourself.

Yes, Miss Keene, it was

entirely unnecessary for you to return.

-Our men will serve Petrov.

-Your men have had their chance.

Besides, l'll derive a great deal of pleasure

in serving this summons personally.

Linda.

-lt was swell of you to come.

-Hello, Arthur.

l want you to meet my attorney,

Mr. Russell.

-How do you do?

-How do you do?

He said if he couldn't dance with you,

he'd dance with images of you.

Arthur, take me backstage.

Why, Mrs. Petrov.

Or should l say Miss Keene?

Hello, you're back. What do you want?

What's the matter, Cecil?

Arthur, please.

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