Oscar Page #6

Drastic times

call for drastic measures.

Which brings me

to our present meeting, gentlemen.

Please. My stomach.

Whitney, I wish you'd be

a little more receptive-

Are we in such dire straits

that we want the name...

Angelo "Snaps" Provolone

on our letterhead?

His name won't be on our letterhead.

But his money will be in our vaults.

But, gentlemen,

bringing a gangster on the board?

Ex-gangster. Or as I prefer

to think of him, a robber baron.

Like J.P. Morgan

or John D. Rockefeller.

At least they didn't have

a middle name in quotes.

Let me handle Mr Provolone.

I may have to take this greaseball's

money, but I don't have to like it.

Oh, Nora, I have so many dreams.

I wanna ride on a zeppelin...

attend a Rudy Vallee show.

I wanna go to an opium tent

in Chinatown.

You'll be doin'

all these things, Lisa.

- No! My life is over.

- You'll see.

Marrying my boyfriend was my last

chance to get out of this prison.

Well, as prisons go,

it's not so bad.

You know,

I went to this play once.

You went to a play?

What did you wear?

Never mind.

There was a scene where a girl...

made her parents

think she was pregnant...

and they were forced

to let her marry her boyfriend.

But if I told Daddy I was pregnant,

he'd kill me.

Either way,

you'd get out of this house.

I'll give you a nice banker tie

to go with the banker suit.

- Pick one.

- Too loud, too quiet...

too striped, too plaid, bingo.

Mr Provolone!

What is it? I'm in the middle

of a filttin' here.

- Mr Provolone, your daughter wants to see ya.

- What, again?

She says it's a matter

of life and death.

- Now what do you want?

- Daddy, dear...

there's something I've gotta tell you

that's gonna give you quite a shock.

Daddy, I've decided

to go away to a convent.

Now you wanna be a nun!

Well, you're a little late.

No, Daddy. Convents are also where

unwed mothers go to have their babies.

What?

You all right, boss?

I thought I took this rod

away from you.

It's my spare. For emergencies.

Give it to me.

Everything.

Is that it?

It's like disarming Germany.

Now, get outta here!

I should use this on myself after

what you've done to me and your mother.

- The shame of it!

- I'm sorry, Daddy.

I'll start packing

and go to the convent.

You're not going to any convent!

You're gonna marry this bum...

- just as soon as I get my hands on him.

- Oh, Daddy, you changed your mind!

What choice have I got, you tramp?

And after the wedding, you'll move

into a nice ground-floor apartment.

- Why a ground-floor apartment?

- 'Cause after I break his legs...

he's not gonna make it up any steps.

- Interesting.

- There's a dame at the door.

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