Red-Headed Woman Page #3

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to something in this town. You'll see.

Sure.

Well, you son of a sea snake.

Have you got on my new pajamas?

Well...

-Yeah, shake right out of them, Hortense.

-All right.

I'm too important these days

to sleep informally.

What if there'd be a fire?

You'd have to cover up

to keep from being recognized.

Say, mug, have a

little more respect out of you...

...now that I belong to one

of the fine old families.

Oh, yeah?

-Well, if I were you, I'd go a little bit slow.

-What do you mean by that?

Bill Legendre and his wife

might get together...

...and decide that

you're merely a strange interlude.

Strange interlude, nothing.

When I kiss them,

they stay kissed for a long time.

Well, see you don't get left holding the bag,

sweetheart, full of nothing but air.

You better hang on

to that bootlegger of yours.

What? Go on with Al after Bill Legendre?

Oh, no.

I've started on the upgrade, and whatever

happens, baby, I'm in the big leagues now.

Did you wish to see me, Mr. Legendre?

Yes, yes. Come in, Miss Andrews, come in.

Sit down.

Miss Andrews, I know

of a good job you can have...

...in Cleveland.

-In Cleveland?

-Yes.

Why should I want to leave

Renwood, Mr. Legendre?

Because my son is

very much in love with his wife.

They haven't separated, have they?

Well, no, no.

They haven't exactly separated, although

things are a little difficult between them.

But they're going to be much easier

for my son with you out of this town.

Mr. Legendre, you're not suggesting that

I take money to leave Renwood, are you?

I'm offering you

a very good chance to better yourself.

Well, I don't want your money.

I wouldn't touch a penny of it, not a penny.

-You don't want money?

-No.

See here, young woman,

just what is your game?

Mr. Legendre...

...I've worked hard in this office

and I've been a decent, self-respecting girl.

Just because I love your son, and you're rich

and powerful, you think you can pay me off?

You think you can make me do

whatever you want? Well, you can't.

Do you understand? You can't.

So I'm to tell my son

that you won't go?

Well, if he wants me to go,

why doesn't he ask me?

You wait. Wait right here.

I thought you told me...

You told me this little friend of yours

was such a good sort...

...be so easy to deal with.

Well, she seemed all right last night, Dad.

Last night? I suppose so.

Well, she won't even listen to me.

She says you've got to tell her yourself.

-Oh, I can't see her again.

-Oh, you've got to.

You got yourself into this.

You've got to get yourself out.

I know, Dad, but...

Gee, you don't understand.

-I don't understand what?

-it's not going to be so darned simple.

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