The Gang's All Here Page #5

Don't tell me | they've been rationed too.

I know, but what are you gonna do?

If you don't cut that out, | the censors will. What's he saying?

He wants to know why you didn't tell him | he had to dance in a rose garden.

- What's that got to do with it? | - They're Mr. Potter's roses and he's fond of them.

But he says you don't realize | what your fiiendish little roses have done.

What have they done?

No.

- What'd he say? | - How should I know?

They had to send his partner | back to New York with rose fever.

- She doesn't like roses, so Tony hates them. | - Is that so?

Where is he? There you are. | My roses aren't too fond of you.

What have you got to say to that?

He says he's gonna sue you | and your roses for ruining his partner's health.

- Sue me? | - S!

This is an outrage! Where's Mason? | He got me into this.

I'm gonna have you and your theatrical troupe | thrown off this place forcibly.

- Mason! Mason! | - Oh, Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter!

Let him go. | Mason will cool him off.

What happens to me they wouldn't believe | on the Goodwill Hour.

- Eadie, tell Tony he'll have to get another dancing partner. | - Another partner?

- Yes. | - But who?

- That's his worry. | - Okay.

I'll stay as I am.

Tony!

I'm sorry. | I've never seen him-

- You are beautiful! | - He speaks English.

It's wolf talk. | That's international.

Say, Vivian's all right. | She catches on pretty quick.

Well, I taught her a few steps | when her father wasn't around.

I might have known. Mrs. Potter | was a great dancer herself in her day.

- Really? | - She was so smooth, she could waltz around...

with a glass of beer on her bustle | and never disturb the foam.

- I guess Vivian takes after her. | - A block off the old chip, huh?

That was thrilling, darling.

I think you danced beautifully.

Baby, you were great. | I want you in the show.

Thank you, Mr. Baker, but I'm afraid of Dad. | He'd never approve of it.

- Why not? | - You know how he feels about shows and show people.

- My purple past, remember? | - Vivian's gonna be in this show.

Oh, Peyton will never allow it.

- Not even with some gentle persuasion? | - What do you mean?

- Let's see. I've got it. Your boudoir. | - What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the biggest scene | of your career.

Come along, | you old tenderized ham.

Well, at last, | I'm worth something.

- You know what to do now? | - No, my mama never told me.

Don't you worry about me.

- Here he is. | - Come on, baby. Do your stuff.

- Come in. Oh, Peyton. | - You sent for me, dear?

- Yes, I did. | - What's Mr. Barlow doing here?

- Protect me. This man is blackmailing us. | - Blackmail?

- What's he want, money? | - Would it were money he wanted.

- What do you mean by that? | - He threatens me unless I allow my daughter-

your daughter- our daughter to dance | in the show with Tony De Marco.

Why, that's unthinkable!

Oh, you blackguard. | Oh, you gangster.

How could you think | of such a fiiendish scheme?

Now, Mr. Potter, the only decision | I want you to make is this.

Shall I introduce Vivian as the charming child | of Mr. And Mrs. Peyton Potter...

or shall I simply announce, | ladies and gentlemen...

- I give you the talented daughter | of the notorious Blossom Murphy?

You know her name? | You told him your name?

- No, Peyton, he knew me in Paris. | - In Paris?

You scoundrel! Out of her dark past | which she has lived down so beautifully...

so gracefully, you come at a time | like this to blackmail her.

Ugly word, "blackmail. " | Don't say it again.

Blackmail, blackmail, | blackmail!

- How much money does he want? | - I don't know.

As I said before, | you cannot bribe me with gold.

It is the artistry | that was Blossom Murphy...

that I would restore to the world | through her daughter Vivian.

Oh, Peyton, you won't make her do it! | You won't make her appear in that show!

- I would die! | - I see no other way out, darling.

Mr. Bailey has us in his power.

- Will you give your consent, Mrs. Potter? | - If Mr. Potter insists!

What else can I do? | But I'm not fiinished with you yet.

I'll see a good lawyer today | to deal with you for this outrage.

- My brother in Brooklyn, he's a wiz on blackmail cases. | - Oh, is he?

- Yes. | - Really!

- Dorita, come in. I've got a surprise for you. | - What surprise?

- What was it? | - Dad's given his consent. I can appear in the show.

Marvelous! | Then everything's donkey-dory, huh?

- What you got there? | - Sergeant Mason.

- You like him? | - Sergeant Mason? He's Sergeant Crazy!

I think it's you that's crazy.

Oh, no, no, I'm not crazy. | My name is Dorita.

- This is the man I'm going to marry. | - What?

Then he's a two-time, | double-cross snake in the bush.

- Dorita. | - Yes?

- Are you the woman? | - Of course I'm a woman. Do I look like a man?

You don't understand. | You see...

I think there was someone he was playing | around with in town.

Look, nobody play around me, | in town, in cities, nowhere.

I thought you recognized | this picture.

At fiirst minute, yes. | But the second minute, no.

It was somebody else who looked | just like him, like twin sisters.

Same eyes, same hair, | same mouth.

- You were telling the truth? | - Scratch my heart.

Vivian, are you in?

- Oh, it's Eadie! | - What about it? Does that frighten you?

No, I'm cold as a cucumber.

- Come in, Eadie. | - I just heard the good news.

Phil's little blackmail party | really paid off.

Isn't it wonderful? | I've always wanted to dance.

- Tony's very excited about you. | - Oh, I'm glad.

- What's the matter with you? | - Nothing. I feel in the pinks.

Then stop looking like Lady Macbeth. | What's wrong with her?

I don't know. | Can I get you something, Dorita?

Oh, no, no, nothing. | I feel wonderful, if you don't mind.

- Why don't you sit down? You seem restless. | - Oh, no, no.

I like it here, just standing.

- Aren't you tired? | - Yes, I guess I am.

I think I go now and turn myself in | and get some shut eyes.

- You know. Good night. | - Good night, Dorita.

- I'll see you in a few minutes. | - Yes, good night.

Dorita, you're snoring again.

Dorita! Dorita, wake up!

What's the matter, buglers?

- Where did you get this picture? | - What picture?

You know what picture. | This picture of Casey.

Your birthday next week, no?

- Don't change the subject. | - I'm not changing anything.

Casey sent you the picture | for your birthday. Only, he send to me.

And now you have spoiled surprise. | That's all.

No, I haven't. It's a much better | surprise this way.

- You think so, huh? Yes? | - Mm-hmm.

Good. I don't get it.

Good heavens, 10:00!

I might expect this | from you in person...

but when your picture wanders | into strange girls' rooms-

Really.

Well! What do you want?

Mr. Mason is serving everyone mint jalops, | and I bring you a mint jalops too.

- It's delicious. | - You might have saved yourself the trouble.

- I am a teetotaller. I never touch alcohol. | - You don't touch. You drink it.

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