The Night They Raided Minsky's Page #5

Ten years we've been partners.

What do you wanna be like this for?

It's the girl, isn't it?

All right.

You want her, you can have her.

No, I mean it.

I'm giving you a clear field.

You don't believe me.

All right, I was gonna take her up

to the hotel room for another try

before the midnight show,

but I'll cancel it.

Tell her right now. Come on.

You can hear for yourself.

Come on, Chick.

- Your name's Trim Houlihan?

- Yeah.

Immigration Services.

Immigration? I ain't no immigrant.

No, but we have information

you're smuggling them.

What?

Here's a warrant signed by Vance Fowler.

You'd better come with us.

Hey, you can't...

Don't go away, Frenchy.

They can't hold me.

- All right then. Come on, let's go.

- Later.

- What do you mean, later? You told me...

- I know. I know. But later.

- After the show, when there's time.

- You dirty...

I wanna tell her some things about

you, give you the big buildup.

It's not like you don't need help,

you know.

That couldn't have been your first kiss.

The very first with a clean-shaven man.

- How was it?

- I thought of a melon with a slice out.

- You want to make love to me?

- How do you feel about it?

I feel to love is to wish

to give pleasure.

And you wish to give me pleasure?

Yes.

Yeah, well, we got about 36 minutes.

One thing I wish only.

- But then it is asking too much.

- What?

I dreamed that the first time, there

would be a sign to tell me it is right.

A sign?

From Him. A sign.

- The Lord moves in wondrous ways.

- Yeah, well...

Why do you wanna talk about

things like that?

We're not here to pray.

Look, I've heard of everything,

but a man and a woman

with normal desires

hanging around waiting for a sign.

- Did I say to wait? Did I?

- No.

But you got that stained glass

look in your eye.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Raymond.

The sign.

Rachel Elizabeth Schpitendavel.

- This is your father.

- Can it, Chick. We've had that bit.

- But that is my father.

- It is?

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Rachel Elizabeth.

Shame.

For shame!

A hotel?

I read the Bible, Papa.

It does not say "yea"

nor "nay" to hotels.

How did you come to this room?

By the elevator, Papa, like you.

And this dress, how did you come by it?

I made it at home in the summer house,

just for pretty.

What has come at you ever?

Why did you come here?

For to be a dancing girl, Papa.

We do not uphold to dancing.

But it is in the Bible, dancing.

"Honor thy father"

first is in the Bible.

You shame me, daughter.

Before God, you shame me.

Is it but you who have the ear

to God only, Papa?

Or do you hide behind his name

to kill the joy of life?

I do what he gives it in my hand to do.

- We are going home now, Rachel.

- Oh, no. No, Papa. Raymond!

Oh.

Well, hello. I'm with the hotel.

This young lady complained of mice.

And I was setting a trap in here

when a sudden draft came along

and shut the door.

Now, I've been afraid of the dark

since I was a little tyke,

so I must have fainted, that's why I...

No, actually...

Actually, I just dropped by to help

this young lady fix the plumbing,

and I must have fallen asleep

under the sink

and she mistook me for a carpet sweeper

and put me away in the closet.

Would you believe it?

No, no, no. The absolute truth.

I was up here visiting your daughter,

having a harmless little chat,

and I design closets in my spare time.

No, no, look, Mister...

Spit...

At 1:
05, two hours and 15 minutes yet,

from Pennsylvania station,

it gives a train to Smoketown.

It is the only train,

and I will be on it.

As God is my witness,

I will have with me a daughter

on that train tonight,

or I will have no daughter ever.

He didn't mean it.

You don't know Papa.

But he couldn't.

I mean, you could take a train

in the morning

and you'll be home tomorrow.

No. You don't know Papa.

But then, tonight,

after the midnight show,

I'm going to have a new life.

A dancer I'll be, for one thing.

For another, there is you.

Well, we've got about 17 minutes now.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Let's get going. We're doing

a midnight show. Move it! Move it!

Come on. The midnight show's started.

Where is Raymond?

Hurry! Anybody seen Raymond Paine?

I have a secret recipe

Concocted with much skill

And once you've tried my special dish

You'll never get your fill

Take ten terrific girls

But only nine costumes

And you're cooking up something grand

Mix in some amber lights

And elegant scenery

Then stir in a fine jazz band

Then add some funny men

And pepper with laughter

It's tart and tasty, I know

Then serve it piping hot

And what have you got?

A burlesque show

Take ten terrific girls

But only nine costumes

And you're cooking up something grand

Yes, sirree, friends, Minsky presents

ten delightful dishes

on the illuminated runway of joy.

Meet Billie Rose Carson,

the girl with the million dollar smile.

A fine jazz band

Chubby Drysdale, our petite little ingnue

with those two twinkly eyes.

It's tart and tasty, I know

The lovely Eva La Monte,

the little girl who wants to know,

is it a sin to be so friendly?

A burlesque show

Serve it piping hot

And what have you got?

A burlesque

A Minsky burlesque show

Where's Raymond Paine?

I don't see Raymond Paine.

Raymond Paine. Where's Raymond Paine?

Look, she's at the hotel sleeping.

I told her even Isadora Duncan naps

before a performance.

Just see she's at Penn Station by 1:05.

But that's the time she expects to be

on the stage, in the second act.

I know. You gotta think fast.

I mean, keep her amused.

Try the subway, the Staten Island Ferry.

I don't understand it.

You're actually trying to save her.

- You, Raymond Paine?

- Look. You're gonna need a fin.

You couldn't lay it out for me,

could you, Spats?

You know me, Raymond.

I'd have to negotiate a loan

to weigh myself.

I was a rich man. I was on Wall Street.

I had a castle on the Hudson.

I had one in Spain.

I had a chauffeured limousine.

And then one day,

I took a tiny nip of whiskey

before going to the office...

A tiny nip of whiskey

before going to the office,

and it befuddled my thinking powers.

And I made a bad business decision.

Hey!

Hey, fella!

What do you mean, she wasn't there?

The clerk said she left

with Trim Houlihan.

The immigration people were looking

for her, too.

Raymond, for heaven's sake,

the man's dying out there!

I can do Raymond's part.

I can do Raymond's part.

Would you care to have a drink with me?

I was only trying to be friendly.

In any case, you are not allowed

on this stage!

Raymond, I beg of you.

With that audience out there,

don't do this.

Look, I gotta get Rachel to Penn Station.

Find yourself another Fifi!

I gotta find another Fifi anyway.

With that uptown crowd out there,

I need a dancer.

But, Raymond, don't you leave me!

Raymond!

Come on, girls. Powder My Back's cut.

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