The West Point Story Page #2

- Do to you?

- Jan Wilson?

- Yes, Jan Wilson.

You stole her out of my own show,

right from under my very nose.

Stole her? I found her.

Now, Bix, Bix, you stole her.

You signed her to a personal contract

and then sold to the pictures.

- Of course I did, to give her a break.

- And never even cut me in.

Cut you in?

You chiseler.

- You had her buried in the chorus.

- Now, all right.

Let's let bygones be bygones, shall we?

Now, I know that you've been

having a little trouble lately...

...so here's my proposition:

I'll give you 5000 as an advance

against 2 percent of the gross.

- lf you'll get the b...

- No, there is no if.

I will not steal your nephew

out of West Point.

Get yourself another boy.

- Oh, Bix?

- Yes?

- How's Eve? Seen her lately?

- Yeah, why?

Nice girl. I heard she'd been having

kind of a hard time.

You know, a friend of mine

owns a hotel in Las Vegas.

Las Vegas?

Friend of yours?

That's throwing them in there

pretty low, even for you.

Five thousand against 2 percent

of the gross if you deliver that boy.

- Ten thousand.

- Seventy-five hundred.

That should straighten out

a lot of troubles for you and Eve.

You got a deal.

Detail.

Forward, hut.

Isn't this wonderful?

Think of this place,

its history, its tradition.

Think of all the great men

who came from here.

General Grant, Eisenhower, Pershing.

Benedict Arnold. He tried hard

to give this joint to the British.

I think he should

have his case reviewed.

Look at that scenery, those buildings.

Alcatraz on the Hudson.

And get a load of this weather. Cold enough

to freeze the medals off a brass general.

Oh, Bix, stop beefing.

Say, buddy,

how do we get to the Army theater?

To reach your objective,

proceed through that entryway...

...between the academic building

and the barracks.

Walk west on Jefferson Road,

past Thayer Monument...

...opposite Washington Hall.

That, sir, is our cadet mess hall.

Turn left on Scott Place.

Proceed until you approach

a yellow brick building.

That's our gymnasium.

Proceed to the northeast corner,

where you will see nine doors.

Enter any of these doors,

proceed to the second floor.

There you will find the Army theater.

Couldn't you just point?

That way, sir.

- Thanks.

- Pardon me.

Are all those men

walking just for the exercise?

No, they're walking punishment tours.

They broke rules or regulations.

See that? Wasting shoe leather.

Who pays for it? Taxpayers, me.

Taxpayer? You wouldn't know

a tax return from a racing form.

Wait for your laugh.

- Where do you think you were going?

- Extra instruction, sir. French, sir.

Don't you know that even when you're late,

you don't use Diagonal Walk?

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