Three on a Match Page #4

but I do care about your little boy.

Where are they?

At the Warwick. She's registered

under the name of Mrs. Killroy.

I'm more grateful than I can tell you.

You'd better be pretty cagey

about getting into the Warwick.

If she gets wind of your coming,

she might run out on you.

I want to see Mrs. Killroy at once.

You know I'm a friend of hers,

so don't push me around. Where is she?

I'm telling you I don't know.

Oh, no?

Where's your boy?

Here I am, Auntie Mary.

Come and see what I'm doing.

Well, what are you doing?

I'm fixing this place up for Oscar.

Who's Oscar?

What? You don't know Oscar?

No.

He's my goldfish, the fat one, like this.

Oh, won't Oscar like that?

I'm going to write my daddy

to send him to me.

He has to have plenty places

to hide and plenty to eat.

Daddy!

My little boy.

What are you going to do?

- I'm taking him home.

- You can't do that.

Have you any objection?

None that I can think of offhand.

Miss Bernard,

will you get Junior's things together?

I'll meet you downstairs.

Randall, will you help her?

Yes, sir. Where are the boy's clothes?

- Why should I tell you?

All right, I'll find them myself.

You're a fool, Vivian.

Take it from someone who's been one.

How can you do this to a man

who's been on the square?

What do you know

about being on the square?

You jailbird.

Thanks.

That's it. There we are.

Now to me.

Catch.

Whoopee!

Catch it.

Fine.

Oh, that was a knock-out blow all right.

I give up.

- No, Mary.

- No, sir.

Better rest a while, Son.

You've got everybody all tired out.

I'm not tired. Come on, Mary.

Don't be a sissy.

What do you say we build

a castle in the sand, honey?

Okay.

All right, come on.

He's a real athlete.

You're going to spoil him, you two.

He's getting to be a regular little tyrant.

Oh, but an adorable one.

We get a big kick out of him.

And he's becoming very fond of you, too,

in these last few months. I'm glad.

It'll make it much easier when

you'll have to live in the same house.

Are you by any chance offering me a job

as Junior's governess?

No. I was thinking of offering that to Ruth.

She seems so happy with youngsters.

I had a much harder job in mind for you.

Well, trot it out. I'm used to tough ones.

Mary, I'm going to be free tomorrow.

Free?

My divorce will be granted,

but I don't think my freedom

will mean much if you don't share it.

Why, Bob...

Whoopee! Help!

See that car?

Sure. Why?

That's been coming here now

for three years.

Even the rich guys are learning senses.

Used to be that one of them fellows

would turn in a job like that every year.

But here's the gag.

This belongs to a guy named Kirkwood,

big lawyer downtown.

His wife used to come here in it

all the time.

One day,

she met a girl that she knowed at school.

They were sitting in adjoining booths

to each other.

That was maybe a couple of year ago.

Them things will happen.

My wife's cousin went to Niagara Falls...

Yeah, but listen.

The girl she met in the booth, see,

is now riding around in the car.

Hey?

Yeah. She copped the husband,

married him and now she's got the car.

This cousin of my wife's...

But listen, see,

standing over there by the window.

Yeah?

That's the first wife.

Well, what do you know about that?

Vivian.

Mary, could I...

Could I speak to you for a minute?

Why, of course.

Vivian, you seem so... So different.

Different? You might call it that.

But you look marvelous.

Why shouldn't you?

We've gone a long way

in two years, Vivian.

How's Junior?

He's grand. He's a darling, Vivian.

Get in the car and I'll tell you about him.

No, thanks. That's a little too much.

You're crying.

Goodbye.

What did you want?

Oh, what does anyone want?

Mary, I'm... I'm desperate.

It wasn't easy to wait here

and beg from you,

but I've got to do something.

You're broke. Mike, too?

Mike never had anything.

We've used up all I had.

My rings went long ago.

There's nothing left.

Thanks, Mary, you've been...

I'll never forget it.

Come home with me, won't you?

No, thanks.

I'm sorry, kid.

That's all right.

Did you get it?

How much?

$80, that cheapskate.

Hello.

- Hello.

- Hi.

Hello, Harve.

Ace has been expecting you.

Yes, I know.

I should have been in last night.

Yeah.

Why, I did the best I could, Harve.

Ace'll understand that, won't he, Harve?

He'll understand that.

I don't know, Loftus.

He's pretty dumb sometimes.

Yeah, dumb like a fox.

For one thing, he expects a check

to lay there when he puts it down.

Yeah, and mine bounced hard, did it?

Did it bounce? You drop a golf ball, see,

from the top of the Chrysler Building.

Will it bounce? Come on.

But honest, Harve, really. I did the best

I could. Ace ought to know that...

Harve tells me you want to see me, Ace.

Yeah?

I'm sorry about that check, Ace.

You know I'd been drinking.

I thought I could cover it.

Yeah?

I brought you what dough I could raise.

I'll get the rest to you if you give me time.

Here.

$80.

I'll get the rest, Ace. No kidding, I will.

No kidding!

You give me a bum check

for close to $2,000,

and you try to square it with $80.

No kidding!

Please, no, Ace. Ace, please.

Give me a break, will you?

I swear I didn't mean to take you, Ace.

Boys, Harve, tell him I'm a right guy,

will you?

Please tell him.

Now that's for nothing,

and it's only a sample.

From now on, be careful.

Please, Ace, please don't, will you?

Please. I...

You get that dough, every cent of it,

do you see?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll get it, Ace. I swear I'll get it.

Dunlap, you say?

He said his business

concerned Mrs. Kirkwood.

What?

The present Mrs. Kirkwood, he said.

- Send him in.

- Yes, sir.

All right, Mr. Dunlap.

I'll come right to the point, Mr. Kirkwood.

I need money desperately.

It's no exaggeration when I say

it's a matter of life and death.

Well?

I need $2,000.

I'm not a money lender.

But I think you'll lend it to me.

What makes you think so?

Did you know your wife's real name

was Mary Keaton and not Mary Bernard?

I did.

But you didn't know that as Mary Keaton

she served a term in the reformatory

for grand larceny, did you?

I think you'll lend me the money now,

won't you, Mr. Kirkwood?

You wouldn't want me to sell that story

to the newspapers, would you?

No, I wouldn't. And you won't.

In the first place, no newspaper,

reputable or otherwise,

would buy it, because if they printed it,

I could take their shirt for libel.

Let me give you a lesson

in elementary law, Mr. Dunlap.

The truth is no justification for

a libelous article printed without cause.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'll call your bluff, Mr. Kirkwood.

If you make one move

against my wife or me,

I warn you, I'll break every bone

in your body and then throw you in jail.

Now, get out!

You're not through with this.

Bunk. Get out!

And it was

such a terribly important matter

that I told Junior we ought to

stop on our way and ask Daddy about it.

I'm sure that was right,

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