Harry and Walter Go to New York Page #4

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Used to handling

fancy shirts like that, sir.

I'll speak to them.

I'll speak to them right away.

And you, uh, take care of that.

I'm sorry for him, sir.

Polish this right up, sir.

You're a bit of a Jack of all trades,

aren't you, Harold?

Butler, waiter, tailor.

Uh... singer.

Dancer, comedian.

You're not going to start all that

singing and dancing again, are you?

Sir, if you'd just

give us one chance.

I'm gonna get this silverware...

- And really polish it up.

- Just one chance. No!

This This man

is so good.

He, uh

He can do anything that, um,

Eddie Foy or Tony Pastor

can do, and better, sir.

If you'd give us that one chance.

I'm gonna dust

in the bedroom, sir.

H-He's shy. Very shy.

And all great artists

are very, very shy, sir.

Not all, Harold.

- Whoa.

- Thank you very much.

God, can that man

pick 'em.

Miss Chestnut, I presume?

You presume correctly.

And you?

My name is Durgom.

I'm the warden. Captain O'Meara.

Hello, Captain O'Meara.

How are you?

You're here to see Adam Worth.

Yes, yes.

I have an appointment.

- Who's he?

- Oh, he takes pictures.

Jesus.

You're planning to spend

the evening?

Oh. Um...

Mr. Durgom,

I am a newspaper woman.

I came here to interview

Adam Worth, not to entertain him.

Big ending now.

Then I'm going to sax.

That's enough, boys.

The audition is over.

- Sir, there's just a little bit more.

- No there isn't, Harold.

- Right.

- Please come in.

Mr. Worth, may I present

Miss Chestnut from...

The Advocate.

Miss Chestnut. Thank you

for your charming letter.

I have been looking forward

to your visit.

Oh, well, thank you,

Mr. Worth. My!

My, my, my, my, my.

I see that, uh, you have

your own private cell.

Um, your own

personal belongings.

And, uh, even

your own entertainment.

A meager effort to rehabilitate

these poor young men, I'm afraid.

But thank you for noticing.

Uh, yes, this is my assistant,

Mr. Lewis Hopkins.

I was, uh I was just

wondering if he might take, um...

A few photographs

while we talk.

Of course.

You may leave now,

Mr. Durgom.

Yes, sir. If there's anything else

you need, let me know.

Certainly.

My goodness, Mr. Worth.

Even your own warden.

A lonely man in an underpaid job,

Miss Chestnut.

Let us not judge him too harshly.

Hold it.

My next question is, why should

if you don't mind my saying...

A handsome, cultivated

millionaire...

continue to steal

for no apparent purpose?

No purpose?

Do you know what it's like to break

into a bank at 2:00 in the morning?

No.

Every pore in your body

tingles with the possibility

of failure...

The danger of being caught.

- Less danger. Right.

- Hold it!

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