Club Havana

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Club Havana.

Yes, Mr. Norton?

Table for two?

Certainly.

Club Havana.

Five for tonight?

Sorry, we cannot fill

your reservation.

Club Havana.

Yes?

Have you seen Jimmy?

Yes, I saw your sweetheart outside

about five minutes ago.

- Still thinking about that ivory tickler?

- More than ever.

Why don't you marry him

so you can forget him?

- Isabelita.

Yes?

How do you like the arrangement

for your new song?

- I like it very much.

- Good.

- A call for you, Mr. Charles.

- I'll be right there.

Make a specially good performance

tonight, eh Isabelita?

- We have a big crowd.

- I'll try my best, Mr. Charles.

Alright, Myrtle.

What this place needs

is a good first aid station.

Don't they ever get tired

of coming here?

Every night the same food, the same

faces, the same entertainment.

They don't come here for

the entertainment.

This is a clearing house

for their nothing.

The smaller talk tonight will be

the scandal in tomorrow's papers.

Don't you ever get fed up

with it all, Hetty?

I can't afford to.

These women tell me more

than they tell their husbands,

but I get good tips for listening.

Well, my job isn't worth

the money.

Every time one of these guys

gives me a quarter tip,

he thinks it makes him

a licensed chiropractor.

That's one trouble I haven't had yet.

And when I'm not fencing off passes,

I'm walking my feet to the bone.

My next job is going to be

demonstrating wheelchairs.

Sometimes I wonder what genius

thought of the idea

of this glamorous nightlife.

- Some glamour.

A lot of married dames

playing footsie under the table

with somebody else's husband.

Why did you have to run your hand

through his hair for?

Well, how did I know

he wore a toupee?

Well, how do you like that?

Oh, that.

Leave it to that one

to frame an alibi.

I can't understand how a nice girl like

Julia got mixed up with a heel like him.

Do you think he killed her?

Who knows.

- Jimmy!

- Don't sneak up on me like that!

- What's wrong with you, Jimmy?

- Nothing's wrong with me.

Just getting a little fresh air.

You've been acting all day

as if you were scared about something.

What is it, Jimmy?

- Jimmy!

- Let go of me!

- You've got a gun.

- Keep quiet, will you?

What are you up to, Jimmy?

Don't ask me about the gun,

I can't talk about it now.

Alright, be stubborn about it

if you want to.

I'll get somebody else

to take me home after the show.

Don't be unreasonable, darling.

I'll explain everything if you give me time.

You'd better start right now.

After all, if you haven't done anything

why do you have to carry a gun?

I haven't done anything,

honest, I haven't.

- Alright, have it your own way.

- Isabelita!

Back again?

I feel so conspicuous

waiting out there.

Make yourself comfortable.

Sit down, or have a cigarrette.

I... came early because

I'm meeting a gentleman.

I didn't want to keep him waiting

on my first date with him.

I understand.

Suppose he's late,

suppose he doesn't show up at all.

He'll show up alright.

They always do.

He certainly seemed anxious enough

to make the date.

- Do you like my dress?

- It's awfully pretty.

It's a model,

I've got it at cost where I work.

- 59.50, without alterations.

- No!

Even that's much more than

I can afford but...

Maybe it will be a good investment.

It must cost plenty

to bring a girl here.

It certainly does, honey.

Maybe I should have suggested

a cheaper place.

You see he's...

He's still an intern.

It's nice seeing you again, Mrs. Lineker.

We've missed you.

I've been away, Charles.

Tell me, has Mr. Norton arrived yet?

- I believe he's at the bar.

- Thank you.

- Hello, Johnny.

- Well, Ros.

You don't seem very glad

to see me.

Why didn't you wire me

before you got on the train?

I was too confused, I guess.

All I could think of was getting back

to you as fast as I could.

Your message came this afternoon,

so I had to break an important

business engagement to be with you.

- I'm sorry, darling.

I didn't think anything could be

more important than seeing you.

Sure...

- Good evening, Mr. Rogers.

- Good evening, Charles.

We have a reservation

for five, I believe.

The usual table.

Charles, I have the chance to put over

a big deal tonight and...

Well, I need a little cooperation.

You mean you want

to sign again?

That's it, Charles, only for a couple

of days and I'll pay all the other tabs.

- I don't know, you see I...

- Honest, Charles?

- This time it's only for a couple of days.

- Well, alright, Mr. Rogers.

Thanks, Charles.

You're a gentleman.

Who is that with Charles?

He looks awfully familiar.

Henry.

Who is that man?

That's Clifton Rogers,

the promoter.

- Clifton Rogers.

- Clifton Rogers, he's with millions.

Good evening, Mrs. Ross.

Mr. Gwynn.

- Two?

- Just two, Charles.

Henry, number 17

for Mr. Gwynn and Mrs. Ross.

Thank you, Charles.

- Let's have a drink.

- Alright.

Order one of our specials

while I powder my nose.

I'll only be a minute.

- Hello, Hetty. How are you?

- Hello, Mrs. Lineker.

- Not Mrs. Lineker any more.

- No?

I've just got back from Reno.

I'm free, Hetty, free!

I'm awfully glad.

- At last I can marry Mr. Norton.

- How wonderful!

If anyone deserves happiness, you do.

Thank you, Hetty.

Who's in there.

She's just got rid of one husband

and she's expecting to get another one.

She was married to a drunken brute.

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