Valentino Page #3

When father died,

she worked very hard to bring up

the family and send me here.

Wait till you meet her.

We don't have to wait.

I could sell me jewellery tomorrow

for plenty.

But that belongs to you and Joey.

I wouldn't dream of it.

And you won't mind taking him along?

Every farmer needs a family.

I'll have a head start.

Be patient.

(Giggles)

- We'll soon have enough to get married.

- We've got the money!

Now what's stopping us?

Rudy, we can't live here.

It would not be honourable

for me to accept money from you.

But you take money from other women.

What's the difference?

The difference is, I love you.

They buy my flattery and my time,

but my love is not for sale.

(Man) No, Eddie, no!

- Mama...

- (Bianca) Oh, my God!

Joey! Joey!

Quickly, Bianca! Get out!

- Go for the front door! Block him!

- I got him!

- That's enough, you bastard.

- Shut up, lady!

Now you're gonna get

what's coming to you.

- (Screams)

- Keep that dame quiet!

- Rudy!

- Put him out, Rocky!

You're not taking him from me!

You beat the murder rap on the grounds

you acted on maternal instinct, huh?

He wanted to take my baby

away from me.

Yeah, er...

I guess you did mean your son.

Hey, you believe that story Valentino died

of ulcers or appendix or something -

a healthy guy like that,

only 31 years old?

Had everything anybody could ever want.

All the women in the world at his feet.

What did he have to worry about

to get ulcers?

You think maybe your husband's old pals

rubbed him out?

You know, a slug of arsenic,

a bullet in the gut?

You gotta admit they ran him out of

New York, chased him to Hollywood.

Some skeletons should be allowed

to rest in their closets.

- You're June Mathis, aren't you?

- No.

You... wait a minute!

Hey, June.

Cummings, remember?

Johnny.

Hello, Johnny.

Hey, some shock, huh? Whew!

Everyone's jumping on the bandwagon.

Mussolini even sent a guard of honour.

He hated Rudy's movies.

Say, there's a story flying around

that he actually died in your arms.

- Is that true?

- No!

But if you've got the story,

why do you want the truth?

Oh, give me a break, June.

All I need is one little quote.

Coming from you,

it'll mean something.

After all, you did launch the guy.

You make him sound like a battleship.

Not that he didn't always have

some kind of a fight on his hands.

What would you call him - in a word?

Huh! In a word.

To me he was...

...a dancer.

That's right, he was a gigolo.

Listen, by the time he hit Hollywood,

he'd climbed out of the ballroom.

He was in cabaret.

He was a partner to an exhibition dancer

on the skids.

He carried that act

in more ways than one.

Funny how he was dependent

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