I'm No Angel Page #6

Sticking my head in a lion's mouth.

Don't make me laugh, I ain't in the mood.

He'll let you stick your hand in,

why not your head?

You're crazy if you don't grab this chance.

It means a fortune.

Think of it, all the dough you can use!

What is the proposition?

The Big Show, playing big cities.

Your name in 1,000-watt Mazdas.

No more worrying, no more doubling,

all the clothes you want.

What good will clothes do me

without a head?

It's a cinch for you, Tira.

Big Boy will never hurt you.

He's young, you'll never have to use

another cat.

The Big Show, playing in all the big cities.

The silk hats, the Rolls-Royce cars...

the clothes, the jewels, the smart money.

Meeting the swells, huh?

Boys, I think you got me sold.

The only trouble with a trick like that...

if it don't work the first time,

you don't get a second chance.

- How much dough you got?

- A couple of grand.

Let's have it.

I may need more later.

Here, sign.

What's the matter, don't you trust me?

I wouldn't trust my own mother,

you know that.

I'll hop that first plane

in the morning and I'll...

Joe, open up this cage. I'm going in.

All right.

Now listen, honey, there's a little something

I wanna talk over with you.

Now this is what you got to do.

- When does this lion tamer appear?

- Few minutes.

- 9:
45, to be exact.

- How do you know?

Why, it's here on the programme.

Ladies and gentlemen...

I take great pleasure in introducing to you...

Tira, the million-dollar beauty!

You see her?

She is something special, isn't she?

I'll say, she's fascinating.

Where were you last night?

Give me a peek.

Come on, talk to me.

Come on, get up.

Come on, speak up for yourself.

What's the matter with you?

You gotta be sitting? Get up.

Yeah, you'll end up as a rug.

Come on, you're holding up the works,

you mug.

Come on, get up there.

Give us a peek.

Romeo, what's the matter with you?

Come on, get up there, that's it.

And now, ladies and gentlemen...

for the first time

since Nero threw the Christians to the lions...

you will see feminine beauty,

triumphant and unafraid.

Miss Tira will defy death

by placing her head...

in the jaws of the king of beasts.

Miss Tira!

If them lions don't show some sense,

I'm going down and bite her myself.

Come on, handsome, say, "Ah."

Come on, big guy.

That's it.

Remember my contract, baby.

- That was great, wasn't it?

- I didn't see anything great about it.

Look here, I happen to know

her publicity man.

- How would you all like to go back...

- I'm for that.

Oh, no.

Let's do, Alicia. We don't care

about seeing the rest of the show, do we?

- No.

- And it'll be a lot of fun knowing her.

It's absurd to make such a fuss

Rate this script:5.0 / 2 votes