Blonde Venus Page #3

Run along, Eddy, I'll see you later.

Come on in, baby.

I beg your pardon,

we've been here a long time!

You'll be here a long time after

she's gone.

Sit down, take a load off your feet.

- When was the last time you worked?

- Five or six years ago.

- Where?

- Germany.

- Can you put over a song?

- I used to be able to.

- How much will you take?

- Anything I can get. It doesn't matter.

Don't tell me you're working

just for the love of your art.

- Who's your boyfriend?

- I haven't any.

- Will you work for $25 a week?

- Yes.

Well, you're in luck, baby.

You came to the right man.

I guess, maybe I can get you $30 or $40.

I might be able to raise it to $50.

That includes commission, of course.

I generally get 20%,

but seeing it's you, I'll make it 15.

- Is that okay?

- Yes.

You know that ain't a high commission...

considering the personal service

I give my clientele.

Why, the minute you put yourself

in my hands, baby...

your interests are closer to me

than my own. Get me?

Get up and walk around a bit.

Let's see what you got.

- What I've got?

- Let's see your legs.

- Is that enough?

- For the time being.

- What did you say your name was?

- Helen Faraday.

No, we got to get something different.

Something unusual. Something that's

easy to say and hard to forget.

Jones. I got it. Helen Jones.

But my name isn't Jones.

What of it? My name ain't Smith either,

but I get by just the same, don't I?

Hello.

Tell her I'm out to lunch. Hey, wait a minute.

Call up O'Connor's and tell him

I'm bringing him a pip.

You've certainly got me all hopped up, baby.

Yup, you certainly got me hopped up.

So, this is the pip you phoned about.

Where did you pick her up?

I ran across her a long time ago.

I've been saving her for a spot like this.

- Can she croon? What I need's a crooner.

- She can croon in a pinch. Who can't?

I got one good-looker

eating her head off on me already.

- I don't know if I can use another.

- All right, then. All right.

I got three or four spots I can

place this dame without half trying.

Come on, baby.

Wait a minute. What's your hurry?

I didn't say I wouldn't give her a tryout,

did I?

All right.

And if she makes good, it's $40 a week

and her grub the first week.

$50 the next, and $75 if she stays on.

And you take out my 15%

every Saturday night.

- I was figuring on starting her at $30.

- $30?

I don't handle no $30 junks. Scram.

All right. All right. Keep your shirt on.

- What did you say your name was?

- Jones.

Well, we'll change that. Come on,

I'll show you your dressing room.

What time is it?

A little after 6:00. What's all the rush?

You said you weren't on till 10:00.

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