Strange Cargo Page #2

30, 32, 34, 35. Halt.

Louis, there should be 36. I count 35.

Hurry up there,

get up here with the others.

I must have fallen behind.

There was so much to do out there.

Get in line and hurry up about it.

All right, Louis, 36 is right.

Take them away.

March.

- I said I'd be here, baby.

- Yes, so you did.

And here you are,

and you're quite a little man.

Now beat it

before you get yourself a lot of grief.

Grief ain't what I came after.

You got class, kid.

Or is it because

I haven't seen any women lately?

Don't try that again.

Because if you do,

I'll break a couple of your bones,

if you've got any.

Let's see if you have.

Now get smart.

Why don't you get smart?

You know what they'll do to you.

Sure I do, but I'll take all they've got

for a little of this.

I don't know

what you'll look like tomorrow,

but right now, baby, you're

the most beautiful dame in the world.

- Does that mean anything to you?

- Not a thing.

No? Supposing I wasn't a convict?

Supposing I was sailing through

on my yacht or a guy selling brushes...

Yeah, and suppose I was Snow White.

But even if I did think you weren't

the worst-looking guy in the world,

supposing even I told you

you looked like someone

I was once dumb enough to go for,

what would it get me?

If you get caught here,

I get sent back to the mainland.

I can think of worse things than that.

Look, this isn't my idea of heaven, either.

Let's get back to supposing.

Supposing I was the guy

you were dumb enough to fall for.

- Then what?

- Here's what.

There, you see?

Maybe you wouldn't be so hard to like

if you went at things in a nicer way.

It'd be a nice gamble if a guy could win,

wouldn't it?

All right, we'll try things your way.

Where do we begin?

Well, I've got a number coming up,

and a date

with one of the prison directors.

And he should be downstairs now.

Yeah, but I'll tell him

I've got a headache or something.

Take off your beard, sweetheart.

Okay. If you want him to find you here,

it's no skin off my teeth.

That's right.

So when they start yelling for me

to come down and sing my song, I'll...

You'll stay here and sing it.

Sure, sure, what do we care?

We'll take what we've got right now.

Who cares about later?

Let them come and get you.

You're too tough

- and too smart for them all.

- I'm not exactly a cluck, baby.

No, you figure here we are,

this is the beginning and the end.

Only a cluck would think of tomorrow.

Well, I'm a cluck.

You're no good to me in a cell.

I'm going down to stall them off.

You wait here.

It's nice of you to try things my way.

- But, monsieur, I assure you...

- He's here some place.

There must be some mistake.

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