Blonde Venus Page #4

Yes I know, but I have to rehearse again.

Johnny, darling, I forgot my hairbrush.

It's on my dresser.

Good heavens, where is my music?

- This it?

- Here you are, Mummy.

Thank you, Johnny. Yes, thank you.

Johnny is to have his soup, carrots, toast,

a glass of milk, and a pudding.

And don't let him stay up late.

Here you are, Mummy.

- What's that for?

- Good luck.

Thank you, Johnny. I need it.

- Goodbye, Ned.

- Goodbye, Helen.

I hate to see you do this.

Don't, Ned. Don't make it too difficult.

Good night, Ned. Good night, Johnny.

Good night, Helen.

What time will you be back?

It might be late, better not sit up for me.

Good night.

- Bye, Mummy.

- Goodbye, Johnny.

Come on, Johnny,

we better have our dinner now.

Gee whiz, are we going to have dinner

on our own every night?

I don't know, Johnny.

So you're the Blonde Venus?

Don't tell me you thought of that label

all by yourself.

No, Mr. O'Connor told me

it would help me in my work.

He would. He didn't have to think up

any name for me...

when I helped put this dump on the map.

My name's "Taxi Belle" Hooper.

Taxi for short.

Do you charge for the first mile?

Say, you trying to ride me?

Don't get the wrong idea.

They call me Taxi...

because I won't ride in nothing else.

Safety first, that's my motto.

Good drinking partners

always make bad drivers.

"Do I charge for the first mile?"

- Hello, Taxi.

- Hello.

How are you getting along, Miss Jones?

Almost ready?

Almost, thank you.

That "Blonde Venus" gag of mine

did the trick.

The house is packed.

I'll have my hands full tonight.

- Why were you late again? Run out of gas?

- Don't crab, I couldn't help it.

- Nick just came in.

- Why tell me?

You're not pulling any wool over my eyes.

I'm sick and tired of this joint.

O'Connor would jump all over me

if it wasn't for Nick.

Look what he gave me the other night.

- Who, O'Connor?

- No, that tightwad wouldn't give you...

the sleeves out of his vest.

This bracelet is a present from

Nick Townsend. You've heard of him.

The politician, loads of jack.

Runs this end of town.

I can hock it any day I like for $1500.

- $1500?

- Yeah, maybe I can get more.

I did him a little favour once

and this is how he came through.

I wish he'd ask me for some other favours,

if you know what I mean.

I told you once before

my name wasn't Georgy.

- And it ain't Oscar either.

- All right, Rudolph, have it your own way.

Are you going to get up,

or are you going to take it sitting down?

Why don't you go back to your table

and behave yourself?

- Come on, guy.

- O'Connor, leave him alone. I'll manage him.

Now look, why don't you cool down

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