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lots of headaches.

Always belittling.

Why don't you tell the man

the truth?

When I was 10

and he had a mustache,

He said I was his sweetheart

and he'd wait for me to grow up.

And now...

I shaved off

the mustache.

Mr. kinland

is not at home, sir.

Oh.

Well, you leave word

for him to call me

Just as soon

as he comes in,

Either at the coreys'

or at the prince theater later.

I'll leave my seat number

at the box office.

Are we going to the theater? Yes, ma'am.

Say, Tim, have you seen

this Mary Smith?

No, but I want to. Does she wear that

mask all the time? Well, I don't know.

They say she's never seen

around the theater without it,

And after the show, she

just disappears into the night.

Now, there's something

to conjure with.

Now, a woman like that

captures the imagination...

Mysterious.

Mysterious, my eye.

Your masked marvel

Probably has a wart

on the end of her nose.

Meow.

To the mysterious

Mary Smith.

Kinland?

My apologies

to the hostess.

Oh, dal, don't go. I didn't

realize what I was asking.

Stay here. Give my love to Mary Smith.

Tell her I went to my death

with a smile on my face.

I tell you, ohlman,

I can do you a lot of good.

You're in bad company,

Abe.

Hiya, dalzell.

How's business?

Capacity,

night after night.

That Smith girl is something

every producer dreams about. Yes.

If it wasn't for these

newspaper fellas coming in,

Asking foolish questions

all the time, why...

Well, we know something

that they don't know, hmm?

Clay!

Well, bless me.

Jerry.

You haven't forgotten me.

What do you mean?

You've heard me speak

of Clay dalzell, dear.

Oh, yes.

How do you do?

Oh, how do you do,

Mr. Burton?

Oh, no, my dear. I divorced

Mr. Burton four years ago.

Since then,

I've been Mrs. crandell and...

Oh, I'm so sorry,

Mr. crandell.

No. I'm now Mrs. classon.

This is Mr. classon.

Oh.

Don't be embarrassed,

Mr. dalzell.

I run into that sort of thing

all the time.

Well...

That dalzell

never turned a hair.

Why should he?

That's Roger classon, the

Chicago lawyer, and his wife.

Well?

She and dalzell were once... Oh.

We're at king Charles.

Do look us up.

I'll do that.

Good night.

Good night, Jerry.

Good night.

Good night, Mr. crasson...

Uh, clandell. Uh...

All right?

Very good, sir.

I'll tell Mr. kinland

you're here.

Thank you.

You dalzell?

Yeah.

I'm Jimmy kinland.

How do you do?

What's on your mind?

Miss mantin asked me

to get some letters from you.

Beat it.

When I get the letters.

Beat it, I said,

while you're still healthy.

Very well.

Oh, uh, by the way...

There was something funny

that I wanted to ask you about.

In 1929, you made

A total-gross income-tax return

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