Lady for a Day Page #3

I'm all right.

Nothing's the matter with me.

I'm all right.

So, if my daughter comes here,

all you gotta do is

say that l'm dead.

That ought to be easy enough?

It won't do the hotel any harm.

"Mrs. E. Worthington Manville

passed away last week."

That's simple enough.

Oh, yes. Say there was

a funeral, a big funeral,

and lots of flowers,

and all the

prominent people came.

If they ask about Mr. Manville,

just say he was so broken up

he had to take a trip

around the world for a year.

Make it two years.

That'll do the trick.

Pretty slick, isn't it?

It's Apple Annie.

- Come on, Annie.

- Will you do it for me?

- I won't bother you any more.

- Take her out of here.

- Come on, Annie.

- I won't... you've got to.

- You can't let me...

- Come on, never mind.

You've gotta! You've gotta!

Sure, we can talk business

if the proposition's right.

No, we want the whole stable,

every horse in it.

Look, three sixes.

Listen, Babcock without

Sun Count or Beau Geste,

we wouldn't give you counterfeit

script for the whole outfit.

Okay, how much you want?

What?

He'd take a hundred grand.

It's a steal.

A hundred thousand?

What do you boys expect us

to do, rob the Mint?

Okay, if l can line up the Dude,

we'll step around and see ya.

It's a pushover, Dude.

Babcock must need the money.

Take it from me, you're lucky.

Which of these vests do you like,

the white or the striped?

Let's get going. We can knock

this deal over in an hour.

I can't find her, Boss.

Can't find her no place.

- Can't find who?

- Apple Annie.

I looked high and low for her.

She ain't nowheres around.

That's why you were stalling.

What do you mean,

"couldn't find her"?

I get a lot of help

from you guys.

I feed you pretty good.

You got dough in your pockets.

Listen. I know what l'm doing

and l don't go into this deal

till l get an apple from Annie.

Listen 'stupe',

all you had to do

was ask any panhandler

on Broadway.

That's just it, there ain't no

panhandlers on Broadway.

What?

Listen, l hope my mother croaks

if this ain't the truth.

I walked over town for hours.

Ain't a beggar on the streets.

I suppose they're all

in Europe on vacation.

Search me. It's got me scared.

Broadway looks like a morgue.

Blind man here.

His name is Shorty.

- Shorty? A blind man?

- Yes.

Bring him in.

None of them around, eh?

Get that dizzy dame off your mind.

I don't think about her

in the daytime.

Let 'em in.

- Hello, Dude.

- Hello.

- What do you mugs want?

- It's about Annie.

What about Annie? I've been

looking all over town for her.

She's in an awful jam.

- Been drinkin' again, huh?

- No, it ain't that.

Notterhead found her

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