The Big Street Page #3

- Well, that's different. She don't know.

Pinks, I wish I could

put your eyes in my skull...

...let you look at her

the way she really is.

- We can always get another doctor.

- Hey, wait a minute. Come back here.

I'm sorry I shot off my mouth.

I'll go on taking care of her,

but I can't afford to pay the hospital bills.

I'll pay.

It's a pretty expensive room.

There's $500 due now.

Don't worry, I'll get it.

Then maybe I can find

a cheaper place...

...but I'll get it, doc.

- Hi, Bobbs.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Chilly, ain't it?

- Yeah.

- Sure is.

- You guys have a good time last night?

- Yeah, sure.

- Why?

- Oh, nothing.

I just heard a certain fancy fur emporium got

knocked off of quite a few mink chubbies.

We were out visiting my aunt

in the Greenpoint section.

For 500 clams,

to be devoted to a worthy cause...

...I'll swear I was with you.

These just came for you, Miss Lyons.

Roses again.

He's really getting to be a bore.

It's strange he never comes to see you.

You think I want him

to come to this place?

We'll be seeing each other when I

convalesce at his estate in Palm Beach.

Swimming pool. Forty acres.

Servants running all over the joint.

- Champagne for breakfast.

- There's somebody waiting to see you.

- Who?

- His name is Pinkerton.

Pinkerton?

Oh, Pinks.

How about that little weasel?

Send him in.

- Hello.

- Hi, Pinks.

Still look like the worm's

been gnawing at you.

You look great.

Swell room.

Nice flowers.

Remember the zillionaire Decatur Reed?

He's been giving me a big play.

Ten bucks a dozen

for the poison ivy, and coming regular.

And Ables thought he tossed me

to the bush leagues.

- Ever see Ables?

- Sometimes.

When I get to be Mrs. Decatur Reed,

I'm gonna buy a special body job...

...just to run him into the gutter.

- First you gotta get well.

- Meaning?

Meaning...

...you're kind of temporarily broke.

Decatur Reed's got plenty.

You wouldn't want to go to Mr. Reed.

That wouldn't be right.

Listen, busboy, don't be giving me

no sermons.

I figured...

I figured maybe you could stay here

another week or so, and then...

...maybe you'd come and live at my place

till you got strong again.

Live at your place? Are you kidding?

Get out of here,

you dumb garbage collector.

- But it wouldn't cost anything.

- Get out of here I said.

It was days and days

before she knew anything different.

- I knew her mother.

- I like a fellow that eats good like you.

Well, I'm always a cinch

for that kosher salami.

Can't you wait till

the party starts, you hippo?

- Well, I'm starving, dear.

- Go back to work.

- She'll be here any minute.

- All right.

Look out, Nicely Nicely.

How do you like the way I made

with the decorations?

I borrowed them from where they got

the Coney Island Mardi gras floats hid.

That's beautiful. Put it right in

the center of the room, Horsethief.

- Hey, those are my cretonne pillows.

- She needs them more than you.

I know, but you got my joint

already stripped.

You know, if I do say so myself,

my contribution to the decorative motif...

...is the crowning touch.

This, of course, is chopped liver, huh?

- That, laddie, is twiddle-twaddle.

- Twiddle-twaddle?

- Wait a minute.

- Boys, boys. It all looks very nice.

- Yeah, what there is of it.

- Back to work. There's plenty to do.

Well, I hope Her Highness likes it.

Because I doubt very much

Pinks can get her to come down here.

Don't you worry. She's a changed girl now.

She'll be very grateful.

I think I heard a cab.

Oh, Nicely Nicely, I'm so nervous.

Please, please, be nice to her.

I'll be nice to her, Violette.

What do you think I am, a ghoul?

- It's them. It's them, all right.

- Oh, it's them.

Make a big hello.

Make a big hello.

Make them a big hello.

- They're coming. They're coming.

- Make them a big hello.

You certainly live

in a rotten neighborhood.

Lots of nice people, Your Highness.

Good people.

- Hello, Pinks.

- Hello, Pinks.

- What you going down the cellar for?

- That's where I live. It's a pretty nice room.

Slowly.

We got a big surprise for you.

Wait till you see what we got.

Welcome home, Your Highness.

- Who's the tamale?

- Miss Violette Shumberger, a friend of mine.

Oh, yeah. How's your tapeworm, sister?

Baby.

Baby. Oh, Baby.

Oh, Baby. I missed her so.

Baby, I missed her so.

What is this, a funeral?

Oh, you remember Professor B.

And Horsethief and Nicely Nicely.

- And this is Mrs. Lefkowitz...

- Yeah, I know. So what?

- They've been trying to...

- All right, all right. Get them out of here.

- But, Your Highness, they were...

- Get them out of here I said.

Well, how do you like that?

That's gratitude.

She'll apologize to us

before we go back in there.

- I don't know what she's so mad about.

- She's sick. You gotta have patience.

That's right, Violette.

Don't take it serious. She don't mean it.

- It's all right, Pinks.

- Goodbye, Pinks.

So long, Pinks.

She is sick, Violette. She is sick.

Sure, Pinks. She'll be all right

once she gets used to it.

- Will you help?

- Oh, I wish I could...

...but the truth is...

...Nicely and me,

we're getting hitched.

Congratulations.

Then we're gonna open

a boarding house and barbecue stand...

...down Miami Beach way.

- Oh, soon?

- Kind of soon.

- But you could always write to me.

- Sure.

And I'll leave my recipes.

And I talked to Mrs. Lefkowitz.

She'll come in and do

for Her Highness, for free.

She's a nice woman, Mrs. Lefkowitz.

And you're a nice man, Mr. Pinks.

I guess I better go in now.

I guess so.

- I won't stay here.

- Oh, it's only temporary, Your Highness.

- I'd rather be dead.

- Please don't talk like that.

I'm through, Pinks.

They mashed me to a pulp,

and now they throw me in a dump.

I can't stand it.

You're gonna be well real soon.

The doc told me.

- Did he?

- Sure, it's better than an even-money bet.

What about my pins?

Will I be able to dance again?

Better than ever.

- How soon?

- Not more than a few months.

- And I'll be the old girl again, huh?

- Sure.

Boy, am I gonna pull that Decatur Reed

around by his wallet.

Sure you are.

And I won't forget you, Pinks. No, sir.

I'll make you my butler...

...with a full dress suit

and a striped vest.

Thanks, Your Highness.

Make out like

you're the butler now, Pinks.

Oh, go on. Stand over there. Go on,

make out like you're the butler for me now.

- Yes, madame?

- Right on the beam, Pinks.

Thank you, madame.

Draw my bath. Pour me champagne.

- Yes, madame. Yes, madame.

- Get out the town car.

- Yes, madame. Yes, madame.

- Forty-seven for dinner tonight.

You're sure, aren't you, Pinks?

I'm sure, madame.

Say, this place is getting dead.

Let's go somewhere else.

I know a place that's open all night.

Why don't we go?

Good idea. Let's go.

It's about time.

Four o'clock,

and I've got a suspicious wife.

She's on the phone again, Pinks.

Pretty hysterical too.

- Tell her I'll be home, Mae, will you?

- Okay, Pinks, but this is the last time.

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