Love Me or Leave Me Page #4

Just out of plain, simple curiosity...

I'd like to know why you gave me

a standup. You got my message.

I told her myself, Marty.

Let me hear the fancy story

you're gonna give me. Go on, I dare you.

No story, Mr. Snyder. I just forgot.

You forgot?

I don't know how I could have,

but I did. And I'm very sorry.

- Will you forgive me?

- Naturally, I thought...

I didn't know what to think.

You certainly didn't think

I'd do a thing like that to you?

That's all right, dear.

Everybody can make a mistake.

- How's she doing?

- Not bad, not bad at all.

In fact, she's quite a performer.

Did you hear that, Mr. Snyder?

Now will you talk to Mr. Frobisher

and ask if I can have a little song?

I'll talk to him when I get good and ready.

How do you like that?

You had one lesson.

Who says it's time for a swelled head?

You think you can fool the public?

You want to get up before people

and embarrass me?

I'm sorry.

It's just been on my mind, you know.

I guess this is my night

for making mistakes, isn't it?

It's because you're tired.

You're not thinking good.

You got no business

keeping her up so late.

Come on, I'll take you home.

You go right to bed.

Thank you.

Eddie Fulton.

- Where's Fulton?

- I don't know.

- Fulton, you're on.

- Great.

- What'd I tell you? A knockout.

- Yeah, you told me.

- Fulton, hurry up.

- You're on.

- I'm sorry.

- If it's hard for you to get here...

why not quit and spend all your time

at the crap table?

And don't forget, smile.

You got what you wanted, huh?

What's the matter? You don't look happy.

You wanted a chance to sing,

and I got you that.

But I'm on and off in a second.

- What did you expect?

- Well, it's not a real number.

I was just thinking of something.

Suppose Fulton missed a performance.

If I could substitute...

Fulton? He's a headliner,

you're a newcomer. You just started.

Well, somebody

would have to take his place.

How do you like that.

Here I'm suspecting she wants me...

to work Frobisher for an extra routine,

but no.

All the time,

she wants the whole business.

What do you want me to do?

Knock him off?

Of course not, Mr. Snyder.

But if he missed a show...

Why should he?

Answer me that, Miss Smart.

It could happen, couldn't it?

It almost happened tonight, didn't it?

The nerve you've got. The gall.

Look, would you consider coming into

the laundry business with me?

We'll be millionaires in no time.

Marty, I tell you, no. You've got a laundry.

I'm a customer, fine.

You asked me to give her a job.

I give her a job, fine. But there's a limit.

I'm not putting her on tonight

or any other night.

But you're stuck. You ain't got Fulton.

Why should he walk out on me?

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