Miss Sadie Thompson Page #5

On the side of right.

- Good night, doctor.

- Good night.

Mrs. McPhail.

We'll see you in the morning.

The invitation to visit

the hospital stands.

I appreciate that, Mr. Davidson.

What right has he got

to figure she's out of some joint?

- He can't help it.

- How do you mean?

Fanatics are too obsessed by what

they fight to know why they fight.

Like a guy who's against drinking,

but wants the bottle?

Yes. All of us have hidden desires,

which we disguise one way or another.

Why must you always be

diagnosing everybody?

That ends it.

Not quite. I have one more

diagnosis. It's of you.

It's been a long day, and it's late.

And so to bed.

- Good night, Mr. Horn.

- Good night.

Come on, come on, come on!

Geronimo!

Come on in!

It's too early to break up the party!

Who wants to break it up?

Hang on, Sadie, we won't drop you.

Home sweet home!

It's hot. Help me out of this.

I bet my room's boiling.

Let's sit here.

- Get something cold to drink.

- Hey, Horn!

- Shh! There are people upstairs.

- Who cares about them?

- Hey, Horn!

- Shut up!

Where is the sack hound?

- What do you think? He's married.

- What's this?

How about some beer on ice for Sadie?

Make it five. It's my treat.

No arguments.

Why don't you call it a night?

I've got fancy guests upstairs.

Complaint noted.

Let's go to my suite.

If it's okay with you.

- Lf you keep it quiet.

- Promise!

Take a load off.

Anybody scared of the dark?

Me. How about holding my hand?

No cracks.

That's enough light. It's hot.

Help yourself to the bottle

on the dresser.

- It's still there. Who wants a drink?

- Just pass it.

- Don't anybody mention the heat.

- What a night!

- My feet are killing me.

- Want anything, Sadie?

If she does, she'll ask me.

That goes for everyone.

No volunteers. You, you and you.

- Anybody got a cigarette?

- Anything for you, honey.

I haven't had me a time like this

since we left Honolulu.

- You remember Honolulu?

- What a time.

No place like it. Remember

those clip joints we went to?

And those dames in all of them.

What dames!

- I'll never forget one...

- Come off it.

I don't go for that dreamy stuff.

Mr. Horn?

- Tell the men to leave that room.

- I can't.

- It's your hotel.

- She paid.

- She can have company.

- I won't let this become a brothel.

Hi, Mr. Davidson!

Nice to see you!

Come and join the party!

Know everyone?

Men, leave this room.

- What?

- You've no business here.

- I invited them.

- What's the complaint?

Leave or I'll report you.

- Nobody invited you in!

- It's a disgrace being here with her.

What did you say? What did you say?

I'll fight you right...

Stop it, O'Hara! Stop it!

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