Swing Time Page #5

I doubt it.

Come on, try it.

It's good for you, you see?

You know, if some people saw us like this,

they might think that we were...

that we liked each other.

Yes, they might.

It's funny how we met,

and all that's happened to us since.

The way we've been sort of

thrown together and everything.

As if it were all meant to happen.

It's quite an experience.

It's more than an experience.

It's sort of like...

a romance, isn't it?

Yes, as we say in French, la belle romance.

A swell romance.

You know,

you ought to be wearing galoshes.

I think we'd better go home.

You're not really angry?

No, disappointed.

Don't be that way. You're too nice.

- You're nice, too, sometimes.

- Only sometimes?

There are times

when I can't make you out.

When you're so aloof.

So I'm aloof, am I?

Come on and play.

He wants to play.

I see.

Of course.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

I'm the one that got the snow in the face.

You know something,

snow tastes just as bad as water.

Will you please try to square me

with Mabel?

- What about?

- About making Lucky stop gambling.

She's sore at me.

All right, I'll try and fix it.

You see, she doesn't understand

the real reason.

Now you try to explain to her...

that if Lucky gets $25,000 ahead...

he has to go back and marry that girl.

What girl?

- The girl he's engaged to. You see he...

- Pop.

Look, I've decided

to throw all restraint aside.

Don't bother me anymore.

Now, where were we

when Pop interrupted us?

As I remember it,

you had just called me aloof.

No, it was a laugh.

Seems to me I was just going

to do something about it, too. Yes, I know.

This is Ricardo Romero

bringing you lovely music...

from the starlit heavens

of the new Silver Sandal cafe...

on the gala night of our grand reopening.

Everybody's here.

- My, it certainly is beautiful, isn't it?

- Yeah.

You know, Edwin,

we mustn't let these kids break up.

Their future depends on it,

and so does mine.

And once we O'Neils have tasted

diamonds and furs, we never forget it.

I can't get over Lucky

giving me this bracelet.

Imagine me with a real diamond bracelet.

You know, Pop...

Well, the old slitch.

Now listen, girlie, don't worry about me.

You know, I often talk to myself.

You see, I'm my own grandmother,

and I have to keep the old girl interested.

It's very lovely, Ricardo.

I'm sorry, but I couldn't.

- Please. It would make me so happy.

- Hello.

I was just asking Penny

how can I keep my mind on the music...

if she dresses like that.

You'll just have to get used to it.

That's part of my plan.

You know,

sometimes I should be left alone.

Always.

- Goodbye.

- Bye.

Where's Lucky?

How should I know?

- He doesn't interest you?

- No, he doesn't.

Hardly at all.

I suppose it doesn't interest you

that he was supposed to marry that girl...

as soon as he got $25,000.

Well, why doesn't he go back?

Because he doesn't want to,

and you know it. He's given up gambling.

Certainly looks as if he's trying hard

to go back to her, doesn't it?

What am I supposed to do?

Why don't you go up

and give him a great big kiss?

Don't be silly. I wouldn't do that...

even if I wanted to.

You mean you haven't got the nerve.

- I've got nerve.

- But not enough.

Yes, I have.

Not enough for that.

I've got enough nerve to do anything.

You know...

- I think you have.

- I know I have.

Well, why don't you go ahead and do it?

You do and I'll stand on my head.

All right...

I will.

Come in.

How do you like my dress?

Why, it's nice.

You like it?

- Sure.

- Thanks.

Wait a minute.

I think it's wonderful.

The skirt's nice...

- and the sleeves are nice.

- It's a cape.

The cape is nice...

the back is nice...

your hair is nice...

and you...

Hello.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Lucky, you're on next.

- Am I?

- It's nice.

- You like it?

- I certainly do.

- Thanks.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Bojangles of Harlem

I beg your pardon,

have you seen Mr. John Garnett?

You mean Lucky?

I mean John.

No, I haven't. Either one of them.

Hello, fellows.

You don't want to...

No.

Clever?

Well, sit down.

- Have a drink. Make yourself comfortable.

- Enjoy yourself.

- So you do card tricks?

- Sure, that's my specialty.

I used to make my living doing this stuff.

Lucky.

John?

- I don't know where he is.

- I'll just wait for him.

All right, just make yourself comfortable.

There she is.

- I don't know where it is, do I?

- No, you could not.

Can that boy shuffle.

Ace of spades.

Outside, sister. Come on.

Well, thanks, fellows.

Where's Penny?

I've got to see her right away.

- In her room.

- You're staying here.

Perhaps I won't.

What's on your mind, Dice?

I come to play you for the orchestra again.

- No, you didn't.

- Yes, I did.

When we high-carded,

I thought the game was on the level.

It was.

What about this guy? Seems like he knows

a good deal about handling cards.

Now listen, Dice,

that game was on the level.

No, it wasn't, Lucky.

He pulled a cold deck on you,

and I palmed the ace of spades on him.

It was a nice friendly little game,

wasn't it?

Okay, Dice.

- We'll use my deck.

- And I'll shuffle.

Lucky, don't be a sucker.

Ten of diamonds.

King of clubs.

Okay. Simpson, give him the contract.

Come over anytime

and listen to Romero, free.

John, where have you been?

I've been looking for you.

I wanted to tell you

how wonderful you were.

I'm glad you liked it.

Thanks, Margaret. I'm glad to see you.

Lucky, we'd better get ready

if we're going to do the dance.

There isn't going to be any dance.

There isn't going to be any dance?

Lucky lost the orchestra back to Raymond.

We're finished.

Lost the orchestra?

But you said you weren't going

to gamble anymore.

You promised.

What did you let him do it for?

You told me

he wouldn't gamble anymore...

- because he'd have to go back and marry...

- Penny, please.

- This is Ms. Watson, my fiance.

- How do you do?

Hello.

Why don't you laugh? It's all so very funny.

I don't see anything funny.

I do.

- John, dear, I...

- Margaret, look...

I've got so many things to straighten out.

Do you mind if I call you

at your hotel tomorrow?

Why, no, of course not.

Good night.

Please don't feel bad.

You've still got me.

Of course, I ain't a young and pretty girl.

I ain't even a girl, but I'll stick.

I'll never leave you.

Hello.

You can be the first one

to congratulate us.

I'd like to talk to Penny, please.

All right, if you want to,

but it won't do you any good.

Ricky, please.

All right, I'll be waiting for you in the car.

Yes?

I'm sorry, Penny.

I'm sorry, too.

- I've been trying to figure this thing out...

- It's all decided now.

For always?

Yes.

I'm going to marry Ricky when he takes

the band to Bermuda in the spring.

I'm sorry I lost my temper a while ago.

- You had every right to.

- No, I hadn't. No right at all.

I thought you had.

Goodbye.

Never mind.

I just want to wish you good luck...

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