Valentino Page #2

You know,

there ought to be a law

stopping you lounge lizards

from sneaking into this country.

Here, get yourself a bowl of spaghetti.

Let's go.

Let's get out of here.

Hey, waiter!

Show me to the best table.

I have just become a customer.

(Moaning)

(Door opens)

- Watch the birdie!

- (Screams)

I just waited an watched.

I have known about them

for some time now, Bianca, dear,

but I kept it from you

for fear of hurting you.

We are all creatures of habit.

Soon you'll be free of him.

Oh, thank you.

- How do you like it? Al dente?

- Oh, Rudy, any way you like.

Oh, it's such a relief.

If you only knew what I've been through.

He frightens me.

Right after the divorce we must go away -

somewhere I'll be safe.

In California, on my farm.

- There you'll be safe.

- That farm's a dream.

Already in one year I've saved $800,

and that is no dream.

Soon we'll have one just like that.

And there's my diploma of agriculture

to prove it.

How about your mama's steamship ticket?

You're saving up for that, too, remember?

It won't be expensive.

I owe it to her.

When father died,

she worked very hard to bring up

the family and send me here.

Wait till you meet her.

We don't have to wait.

I could sell me jewellery tomorrow

for plenty.

But that belongs to you and Joey.

I wouldn't dream of it.

And you won't mind taking him along?

Every farmer needs a family.

I'll have a head start.

Be patient.

(Giggles)

- We'll soon have enough to get married.

- We've got the money!

Now what's stopping us?

Rudy, we can't live here.

It would not be honourable

for me to accept money from you.

But you take money from other women.

What's the difference?

The difference is, I love you.

They buy my flattery and my time,

but my love is not for sale.

(Man) No, Eddie, no!

- Mama...

- (Bianca) Oh, my God!

Joey! Joey!

Quickly, Bianca! Get out!

- Go for the front door! Block him!

- I got him!

- That's enough, you bastard.

- Shut up, lady!

Now you're gonna get

what's coming to you.

- (Screams)

- Keep that dame quiet!

- Rudy!

- Put him out, Rocky!

You're not taking him from me!

You beat the murder rap on the grounds

you acted on maternal instinct, huh?

He wanted to take my baby

away from me.

Yeah, er...

I guess you did mean your son.

Hey, you believe that story Valentino died

of ulcers or appendix or something -

a healthy guy like that,

only 31 years old?

Had everything anybody could ever want.

All the women in the world at his feet.

What did he have to worry about

to get ulcers?

You think maybe your husband's old pals

rubbed him out?

You know, a slug of arsenic,

a bullet in the gut?

You gotta admit they ran him out of

New York, chased him to Hollywood.

Some skeletons should be allowed

to rest in their closets.

- You're June Mathis, aren't you?

- No.

You... wait a minute!

Hey, June.

Cummings, remember?

Johnny.

Hello, Johnny.

Hey, some shock, huh? Whew!

Everyone's jumping on the bandwagon.

Mussolini even sent a guard of honour.

He hated Rudy's movies.

Say, there's a story flying around

that he actually died in your arms.

- Is that true?

- No!

But if you've got the story,

why do you want the truth?

Oh, give me a break, June.

All I need is one little quote.

Coming from you,

it'll mean something.

After all, you did launch the guy.

You make him sound like a battleship.

Not that he didn't always have

some kind of a fight on his hands.

What would you call him - in a word?

Huh! In a word.

To me he was...

...a dancer.

That's right, he was a gigolo.

Listen, by the time he hit Hollywood,

he'd climbed out of the ballroom.

He was in cabaret.

He was a partner to an exhibition dancer

on the skids.

He carried that act

in more ways than one.

Funny how he was dependent

on some dame all...

...all his life.

Is that where you discovered him,

in a cabaret?

I just happened to be at Baron Long's

on the night of his...

...farewell performance.

Ach, du lieber Himmel,

so 'ne Scheisse!

Now, look!

You got two more shows yet.

- How about easing up on that, huh?

- Look!

I've been in this business twenty years,

I know my limit.

Sister, you are the limit.

- Can I have a word with you, Valenti?

- Valentino.

Hey! Anything...

Hey, anything you gotta say to him,

you can say to me.

It's my act, not his.

OK, then you listen to me.

Now, I've got a bunch of this movie crowd

coming in for the next show,

- and they're a pretty bad bunch.

- What'd you expect?

- Los Angeles is still a cow town.

- Right.

Then don't try

slipping these jokers the bull.

You're not satisfied with our act,

I take it, Mr Long?

- Baron Long, if you don't mind.

- Ah, excuse me.

Oh, come on, she's so far over the hill,

she's below sea level.

I know this isn't the Cocoanut Grove...

but I expect something for my money!

I fell for your charm.

Without these movie slobs,

I'm just another beer joint.

So, you better get Miss Tain here

to tighten up her two-step,

or you'll both be practising on the sidewalk.

Get the drift?

See you out there in twenty minutes.

Sober.

Wiedersehen.

Charming individual.

You'll forgive me, Miss Tain,

but perhaps he has a point.

- If you'd awakened in time for rehearsal...

- Aw, stow the eager beaver stuff!

Anytime you want to...

That two-bit musical I found you in

in Omaha,

anytime you want to catch up to it OK,

or New York,

maybe you want to walk back

into that de Saulles mess?

A little hot for you still, huh?

No!

You're lucky to be touring the boonies

after what you did, killing a man.

If you're keeping those lapels polished

for a comeback, forget it.

They have a long memory in New York.

They seem to have forgotten you...

easily enough.

Mr Kid Gloves.

Is that what all those ladies paid you for?

A real lady never pays for anything,

Miss Tain.

Is that right?

Well, God help you, junior.

If you ever have anything worth taking,

some bright b*tch is gonna give you

the ride of your life.

Hey, I'm sorry.

It... it wouldn't have worked out with you

and that de Saulles dame anyway.

Got a pin?

(# Orchestra plays jaunty tune)

Pull the other one.

Hey, girls.

A big train in a small tunnel.

Just like last night. Ooh...

Die grosse Welt. The star of stars.

Baron Long... time no see.

You're looking great, Bear-on.

And your brother, huh?

Welcome to your favourite...

your favourite place.

- I bearly saw it.

- Your new table, Fatty.

- Mr Fatty!

- Mr Fatty.

Hey, put it there, Baron.

(Electronic buzzing)

Oh, Baron,

I didn't know you could dance.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

Hey! What have we got here?

Look at the lovely Easter bonnet.

I guess I'm the life of the party.

Hey! Pooey!

Hey, Fatty!

Pooey!

Oh, honey...

What'll it be, Fatty?

Mr Fatty?

You learn fast, you Bavarian bum.

Those big pots of beer for everybody.

I want a Ramos Fizz.

They make 'em real creamy here, OK?

I guess I said beer though, didn't I?

(Electronic buzzing)

Oh... what did I say, huh?

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