Clash by Night Page #4

Well, let's say a drink.

You think beer has

a food value, Miss Doyle?

I couldn't say.

- You don't talk much, do you?

- It depends.

I could drink beer all night.

Is your wife very pretty?

Who says I have a wife?

And who says she's pretty?

Oh, I imagine you're the kind of a man who

likes the woman he marries to be pretty.

- Were you ever a showgirl?

- God, no.

You look like you could be.

My wife's in show business, burlesque.

She eats money.

Yesterday from St. Louis,

a fast telegram:
"Sent some spot cash."

But you must love her to stay married.

I'm a glutton for punishment.

You never know what kind of a dame

a guy'll wind up with.

When Jerry said he was

bringing somebody...

...I thought he'd walk in

with a fright wig.

Needless to say, I was mistaken.

Thanks.

Well, a guy like Jerry deserves the best.

- Man without a woman is nothing.

- Now you're being soft.

Was I being tough before?

I was trying to make an impression.

You don't like women, do you?

Take any six of them, my wife included...

...throw them up in the air.

The one who sticks to the ceiling, I like.

Here's to Jeremiah,

whose heart's in the right place.

I can't drink to myself, Earl.

Well, then let's drink to me.

My heart's in the wrong place.

Well, I'm off to my trundle bed.

Earl Pfeiffer's not the man he used to be.

Take good care of Miss Doyle.

- Have another beer before you go.

- Nope.

Don't force him. Mr. Pfeiffer's tired.

- We'll take you home.

- Jeremiah, you stay right where you are.

I'm sorry I got the jumps tonight.

I'm talking to you,

but what I'm thinking is:

"What's my wife doing in St. Louis?

Who's she with?"

Someday I'm gonna stick her full of pins

just to see if blood runs out.

Miss Doyle, it was my pleasure.

- Good night, Jeremiah. See you.

- So long, Earl.

That wife, she sure leads him

a merry chase.

He'd be the same with any woman.

- Don't you like him, Mae?

- I don't like his attitude.

- About what?

- Calling you Jeremiah.

It's a way of

walking over you, patronizing.

He isn't that good.

I don't feel that way about it.

You don't have a mean thought

in your head, do you, Jerry?

That's nice, that's comfortable.

A man who isn't mean

and doesn't hate women.

- Will you get me a fresh one, please?

- Sure.

Mae.

- Your dress is gonna fit me perfectly.

- Good.

Do you like dancing?

- When I'm in the mood.

- I love dancing.

When I'm dancing,

I just kind of forget myself.

Does Jerry ever get jealous

when you dance close with a fella?

I haven't asked him.

All Jerry would need is somebody

to look after him.

I'm tired of looking after men.

I wanna be looked after.

Weren't you ever in love, Mae?

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