Born to Be Bad Page #4

I can explain by saying that...

I make it a point every so often

to check every phase of my business.

And yesterday, unfortunately,

it was driving a truck.

Believe me, Mrs. Strong,

I'm greatly concerned about your boy.

And I want to do everything

in my power to help you.

I don't want to spare any expense.

If the boy needs a specialist...

- I am a specialist, Mr...

- Trevor's my name, sir.

- Oh, this is Dr. Steele, Mr. Trevor.

- How do you do?

Yes, Mr. Trevor, I have handled

a great many cases of this type.

Mrs. Strong, l... I know this is hardly

the time to discuss money...

but if you need me,

please reach me here any time, will you?

- Thank you.

- Good-bye, Mrs. Strong.

Good-bye.

Come on, Lieber.

- Mr. Trevor...

- I'll talk to you about that outside.

Bye.

You were wonderful. I'll send

the lawyer up to see you right away.

- Don't talk to anyone in the meantime.

- I got ya, Doc.

- I won't say a word.

I'll pay ya, Doctor...

- No, no, no, Mrs. Strong.

You can settle with me later.

Oh, I understand.

- Later.

- Mm-hmm.

Here, here, young man. You get

back into bed. Come on. Get in there.

- I have to talk to you, anyway.

- Look, Ma.

- The big lunk broke my skate.

- Never mind that for a minute.

Listen, Mick.

You'd like an automobile, wouldn't you?

Would you like to go to Coney Island

when you wanted to, with enough money...

- so you could do just as you wanted?

- What are you drivin' at, Ma?

Well, listen, sweetheart.

If you were really hurt...

if your leg was smashed up

so that you couldn't walk...

the company that ran over ya

would have to pay a lot

of money, wouldn't they?

- See?

- Would that mean you and me

could go places together?

And you wouldn't always be runnin' out

every night with Steve and all those guys?

Sure, honey. We'd be together

always, then. Every night, all the time.

With money to do as we please, and

I wouldn't even have to look at Steve...

- and those other palookas.

- I got ya, Ma.

Your Honor, my next witness

will be Michael Strong.

The little boy who has suffered

so keenly by this accident.

Take it easy.

Give me your help, will you, please?

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Mickey, l-I want you to tell me...

Oh! Don't be afraid of those people there.

Th-They're all your friends.

Sure, they're your friends.

Now, Mickey, I want you

to tell me how you feel.

I feel all right. Except for my leg.

- And sometimes, a headache.

- Mm-hmm.

It doesn't hurt anymore

much here.

- But sometimes, it feels like

needles and pins, right here.

- Uh-huh.

Mickey, how long is it since you've

been able to play with other little boys?

I don't remember.

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