Gentleman Jim Page #4

around unless they mean something.

You're very observant, Mr. Corbett.

And now I'll show you the

dining room and the terrace,

and you can say you've seen the Olympic Club.

- Fine. Oh, did you say the dining room?

- Yes.

Gee whiz.

You know, Miss Ware, I'd give 10 years

of my life to belong to a club like this.

- Why?

- Oh, I don't know.

It's just one of those

hunches a guy has, you know?

You've got to have something,

that's all there is to it.

I wish I wanted something as much as that.

- What do you want?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

- Not a thing.

But, well, how about that

guy you're engaged to?

The good-looking fellow? Don't you want him?

Yes, I suppose I do.

But there's never been

anything I had to have.

I've never sat on the edge of

a chair like you're sitting now.

Well, I suppose that comes

from having had everything.

No, I don't think that's it.

You see, I was born in Virginia City, Nevada,

- and played on a slag heap until I was 10.

- You did?

My father was a silver miner, a

grubstaker on the Comstock Lode.

- A grubstaker? You don't say.

- I can see he was like you once.

He wanted something else,

and he had to have it.

I suppose the Comstock and the racehorses

took all the desire he had in him

and there was none left over for me.

Oh, I wouldn't say that, Miss Ware.

Good heavens, how did we

get to talking so seriously?

- Mr. Corbett, do you know what time it is?

- No, 1:
00?

- It's 1:
45.

- No fooling? Is it?

I heard you tell your assistant

you expected Senator Gage.

- Thanks. Who?

- Senator Gage.

Senator... Senator...

- Oh, you mean Senator Gage?

- Yes.

Oh, he can wait.

I guess we better hurry anyway, though.

I haven't seen the gymnasium yet.

Can't go through the Olympic Club

without having seen the gymnasium.

Lady members aren't allowed in

there. It's strictly a man's world.

Oh, don't worry about that. I'll handle that.

May I have the check, please?

Let me take care of that, Miss Ware.

- Oh, no, Mr. Corbett, you're my guest.

- Well, thanks.

I'll take care of the tip.

- Say, got change for 20?

- I'm sorry, sir, I don't.

No? Well, I'll take care

of you some other time.

My name's Corbett.

Thank you, sir.

- Ready, Miss Ware?

- Yes.

Good.

That's Judge Geary.

Now, remember to protect

yourself at all times.

I'll feint, follow with

a left to the stomach.

- You try and block it.

- All right. Go ahead.

Afternoon, Judge.

I'm sorry, Judge, but, well,

you were off-balance anyway.

Wide open for that left.

Good afternoon, Victoria.

- How do you do, Miss Ware?

- Good afternoon.

I hope you'll forgive

my bursting in like this,

but I was more or less shanghaied.

Mr. Corbett's a very persuasive person.

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