The Big Street Page #8

- Well, how nice. Won't you join us?

- Thank you.

You must introduce me to the princess.

She's the most important person in town.

Hello, Case.

Hello, captain. What's on your mind?

You got a busboy working here

named Pinkerton?

- Pinkerton? No, I don't think so. Why?

- Oh, we just wanna pick him up.

Come to think of it,

we did have a kid named Pinkerton.

He quit and went back

to New York, a long time ago.

I know he's here,

and I got every exit covered.

You better dig him up or I'll find him

if I have to break up your party.

Pinks. Pinks.

This place is crawling with bulls,

and they're looking for you.

We gotta hold them off, Nicely,

till we get the party started.

But you'll get 20 years if they nab you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is Ozzie Nelson.

It's a pleasure and privilege to introduce

to you our lovely guest of honor...

...Her Highness.

- That's my dress.

- That's your necklace.

That's Gloria Lyons.

I'm gonna have that girl arrested.

No need of hanging around now.

The party's over.

It's all for you, Your Highness.

It's all for you.

I'm getting out of here.

Go over and see her.

And make with the dialogue

like Cary Grant makes with Ginger Rogers.

- Look, I'm getting tired of...

- You heard him, bub.

Now that I've had to track this criminal...

...as a citizen and taxpayer,

I demand that you arrest her.

- All right, we'll pick her up.

- Could you wait a minute?

- I'd like to explain something.

- Who are you?

- My name's Pinkerton.

- Oh, it is, huh?

Hello, Gloria.

- Decatur.

- You look beautiful tonight.

I didn't think you'd be here.

And now, I'm sure Her Highness,

known professionally as Gloria Lyons...

...will graciously consent

to sing a song she made famous...

...in New York's smartest supper clubs.

- Hey, that's not the Princess of Carolia.

- Who is she?

I never saw her before in my life.

- Why, it's a hoax.

- It's just a cheap publicity stunt.

Ladies and gentlemen, just a minute.

I'm sure you're all going to have

a good time.

Now, please sit down, before somebody

gives somebody a clop on the chops.

Gentlemen, will you kindly escort

the folks back to their vittles?

- What's the matter, Nicely?

- The cops have got Pinks inside there.

- And if she found out about it now,

it'd kill her right on the spot.

You wouldn't wanna do that,

just for a dress and some diamonds.

Only $30,000 worth.

But she can't leave the place.

She can't walk.

And you can let your detectives

watch her.

Please, colonel, just let her

have this evening. Just this one night.

- Why did you do it?

- That's all I can tell you.

I did it, and nobody else

is responsible.

If you've heard enough of this stuff,

I'd like to lock them both up.

- Get this thing over with.

- May I add a few details...

...which I'm sure my friend

has overlooked?

So, gentlemen, the wheelchair

was the result of Mr. Ables' brave slap...

...across that girl's face.

- What's all that got to do with this?

So by borrowing the jewelry for one night

to brighten the life of this tragic girl...

...Pinks kept them out of the hands

of this crook.

Are you gonna fall

for this smalltime conman's line?

- Quiet, Ables.

- You'll have time to talk on the chain gang.

Your jewels are safe now, colonel.

They wouldn't have been if Pinks

hadn't entered your home when he did.

You're wanted in Mr. Ables' office, now.

- Did you send for me, colonel?

- Yes.

Take off your clothes.

- What?

- You heard me.

- Somebody else needs them.

- You ought to explain this.

I've just heard something

that no one can explain.

Mr. Pinks, I'd like

to shake hands with you.

- Why?

- Whatever it is, Mr. Pinks...

...you're something that doesn't

come along often.

I'd like to make your party a wow.

Why should you?

Don't ask me, Pinks,

or I may change my mind.

You change your clothes.

I've got work to do.

- Where have you been?

- Well, little Ducky Wucky...

...who writes on paper napkins,

how do you feel?

- Sam, I can explain. It wasn't my fault...

- Maybe, maybe not. But it doesn't matter.

But I just heard a little yarn

that makes me feel pretty jealous.

Now, you go to that girl

and make a fuss over her.

- And get all your friends to do the same.

- But why, Sam?

I'd tell you,

but you wouldn't understand.

- Now, get busy, Ducky Wucky.

- All right, Daddy, all right.

Nicely...

...where's Decatur?

- He's gone.

- We better be getting out of here...

- Nicely.

- Why?

- The cops has grabbed Pinks for larceny.

What did he ever steal?

Nothing except that dress

and rocks you got.

Please, Nicely.

He's lying, Your Highness. He's lying.

- Is he?

- Your voice is lovely, Your Highness.

- The duchess is giving a party Wednesday.

- Magnificent.

Pinks. Pinks.

- Having a good time, Your Highness?

- Sure.

- Everything all right with you?

- Sure.

Well, what's with the...?

I'd like to speak to Pinks alone, please.

What's with the cops, Pinks?

- What cops?

- It's all right, I know.

They're not gonna take you away,

are they?

No, it's all fixed, Your Highness, honest.

Thanks for the party, Pinks.

You shouldn't have done it.

Oh, it ain't much.

I wish I could do a lot more.

Why do they keep playing that song?

It's your song.

I wish I...

I wish I could dance to it.

Why not?

I've tried, Pinks.

I've tried awful hard.

Maybe you're not trying hard enough.

Let me help.

Hold on to me, Your Highness.

Everybody's watching us.

You, not me.

Both of us.

A busboy dancing with a girl...

...who isn't dancing.

You will soon.

Never, Pinks, but I don't care.

- Pinks.

- Yes?

Lots of people don't walk.

They knit or something.

I'd make a rotten knitter...

...but I could try.

- Sure.

I'm happy now, Pinks.

I'm happy for the first time in my life.

I'm glad, Your Highness.

There's just one more thing

I wish I could do.

Then I wouldn't mind

never walking again.

What's that?

I'd like to walk up

those stairs with you.

And watch the ocean and the sky.

You could try, Your Highness.

Now?

Now.

This minute.

That did it, Pinks.

Nobody can ever call me

a broken-down komoppo again.

Your Highness.

Your Highness?

Pinks has found what everybody else

in the world is looking for.

Only to lose it.

It's well-known to one and all

on Broadway...

...that a citizen never loses...

...what he's got filed away

in his ticker.

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