An American Tragedy

Front!

For Mrs. Adams, 310.

- Thank you.

Shall I put the bags in the bedroom?

- Yes, please.

Excuse me.

Is there anything else you want, madam?

- No, thank you. Wait a minute...

Marian, have you some change?

Say...thanks! If there's anything else

you want, call for me. I'm Number 7.

Number 7. I'll remember that.

What possessed you to give him so much?

I rather liked his looks.

- Marian! A bellboy?

Didn't you notice

what a fine face he had?

No, I noticed nothing of the kind.

I wonder how a boy of his type

comes to be doing this kind of work?

Sssss....ears burning!

Listening, eh? That's a nice trick

for a first-class bellhop!

You won't tell anyone, will you Katie?

Tommy's picking up the crown at 8.

He's going to swipe his old man's car.

I don't think I can make it tonight.

- Why not?

I don't feel like it.

- You don't, eh?

No, I don't.

- Hey, wait a minute...

I know what's the matter with you.

- Yeah?

You're getting high head all of a sudden

because that girl took a shine to you.

Don't kid yourself, Number 7!

You ain't got a chance with a classy

dame like that or anyone like her!

Well, I'm not going to be a

bellhop all my life.

Clyde, have a heart. You made a date

with me for tonight.

I've been looking forward to it

all week.

Come on, be a sport!

Step on it, boy! We're late!

- What do you think I'm doing?

Look out!

Get in before the cops get here!

What are you doing?

- I'm going away.

Why? Has anything happened?

We ran over a kid. Tommy was at

the wheel. He must have been drunk.

Was the child killed?

- I guess so.

Didn't you stay to find out?

- No, we beat it.

Clyde, you shouldn't have run away!

But they all ran away! I wasn't going

to stay and take all the blame!

Clyde, why did you go out with

girls and boys like that?

I didn't want to go out with them,

but they're the only friends I've got!

The police will get us all for this.

I've got to get away before they come.

Go to the police and tell them

it wasn't your fault.

Oh, no!

- I'll go with you.

They will put me in jail.

I'll get sent up for years.

Clyde, where are you going?

- I don't know.

What will you do?

You have no money.

I'll get along.

I'll drop you a line tomorrow.

Goodbye, mother.

Don't worry.

God, thou knowest how I love my boy!

I've done all I could to guide

his steps to thee.

But I've been weak and helpless.

We've always been so terribly poor.

We've never been able to give him

the happiness...

the simple joys and pleasures that

should come to every young boy.

All his life long...

his young eyes have seen

only misery and evil.

Even the very strongest

among us...

will stray from thy path without

happiness or contentment.

Bestow some of thy manifold

blessings upon him,

so that the light may fold into

his troubled spirit...

that he may be led aright.

Oh God, watch over my boy

all the days of his life...

and keep him...

Hey! Beat it before

I have you locked up!

Where do you think you're

working at, The Ritz?

Get going or I'll throw you out

on your ear!

Beat it, boys!

The cops!

Ever been a bellboy before?

Yes, sir.

Where? - In San Francisco,

the California Hotel.

Why did you quit?

- My folks moved to Chicago.

Folks moved to Chicago, eh?

- Yes, sir.

Tell the bell captain

I'm taking you on.

Thank you, sir.

I just took a guy named Griffiths

up to 417.

From some town in New York..Lya...

Lycurgus?

- That's it.

I've got some wealthy relations

in Lycurgus.

I wonder if it could be my uncle?

Here's a girl that might do for you.

Better give her a tryout.

Will you sit down?

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