Love Me or Leave Me Page #7

Table for three for Mr. Snyder.

And champagne.

Yeah, that's right, the works. Right.

Come on, Ruthie.

Good night, Johnny.

This is on the level. This is legit.

I don't have to stack the joint no more.

Marty, sit for five minutes.

I gotta talk to you about things,

but I don't get a chance.

You're so busy running all the time.

The laundry.

You take care of it, Georgie.

I got confidence in you.

I got to get back.

She'll wonder I'm not there.

Hi. I want you to meet Mr. Loomis

of the Roger Black Agency in New York.

- This is Mr. Snyder.

- How do you do, Mr. Snyder?

Mr. Loomis caught the show and liked it.

In fact,

he has a booking for me in New York.

A club called The Black Hat.

- I hear it stinks.

- It's a beginning, Mr. Snyder.

We're not starting at the beginning.

Maybe I'm out of line and you're

handling your own bookings now?

You got it straight?

You want to talk business, talk to me.

- All right.

- Here's my card.

Call me up, make an appointment.

If I have time, I'll see you.

Thank you very much, Mr. Snyder.

It was nice seeing you, Miss Etting.

- Thank you for coming back.

- It was a pleasure.

Why do you have to act like that?

All that man wanted...

Shut up.

Who got you this far? You?

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

I knock myself out for you,

show me a little respect.

At least do that much.

You know that Black Hat

he's booking you in so fast?

It's a dump.

You even know where it's located?

So far uptown,

it's practically in the Bronx.

You know who goes in there? Dogs.

If you want to sing for dogs, go ahead.

But not with me.

How was I to know that?

All I heard was New York,

and naturally I was excited.

New York's crawling with

dames who can sing.

You know when you're going

to New York?

After I make their tongues

hang out for you.

I've got plans so big, a hick like you

wouldn't even understand them.

What plans?

Look whose tongue is hanging out now.

Never you mind what plans.

All you gotta do is sing.

The real work, I'll do.

Come on, hurry up, get dressed.

Who was the guy who came out?

Chiselers. Leeches.

You got something good,

everybody wants a piece.

Listen, Georgie,

I wanna put her on the radio.

Find out who the top man is

at every station.

Then ask around,

which one we can put the squeeze on.

Wouldn't it be easier just to ask them

to come and listen to her?

Bet you anything they'd give her a job.

- Think so?

- Why not? She sings real good.

At that you might be right.

But if you ain't, and it don't work,

I'll guarantee you one thing:

I'll brain you.

Hey, you. You know anything about radio?

- Yes, a little.

- Good. We're branching out.

- Hi, Johnny. Come in.

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