Red-Headed Woman Page #4

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-What do you mean by that?

-Well...

Oh, I don't know.

See here...

...you're not gone on this girl, are you?

-Oh, no, Dad. Of course not, but--

-You want to make up with Irene?

-More than anything.

Well, you've got just one chance with her,

and that's to get this girl out of town.

Well, are you going to do it or aren't you?

-Of course I'll do it.

-Go ahead.

She's in there, waiting for you,

Well, go on.

-Red, you've got to go.

-Oh, no.

I mean it, Red.

You can't stay on here now.

Bill, you don't want me to go,

not really, do you?

Yes, I do.

Bill, look at me.

Now say you want me to go.

I want you to get out of this town.

-Bill, what makes you breathe like that?

-Like what?

Why, you're excited. You're trembling.

See, just like I am.

Now, listen, Red.

I told you I don't want to become involved

in any cheap, underhanded, vulgar affair.

Now, we're through, Red. We're finished.

So you'd better get out of here.

There's my telephone number, Bill.

And I'll be waiting for you

anytime you need me.

Anytime.

-Get out of here, Red.

-That's all right, Bill.

I'm in the telephone book.

Bill, you needn't worry about your picture

anymore. I've even learned to be discreet.

Oh, snap out of it, Lil.

Say, a little powder wouldn't do

that gloomy mush of yours any harm.

Oh, I don't care how I look.

Well, maybe Al does. And hurry up,

the boys don't like to be kept waiting.

I should bother fixing myself up

for a bootlegger.

I think he's nice to stand for

the way you treat him.

Oh, is that so?

-Holy cat.

-What is it?

-I think that's Bill Legendre's car.

-What?

It sure is. That's him getting out.

Oh, gee, my hands are hot.

No, they're cold.

-I think I'm gonna faint or something.

-Oh, control yourself, Lil.

-His wife's with him.

-She is?

Maybe they got friendly

with one another again.

Oh, no, they haven't.

-How do you know?

-About Bill and his wife?

Why, I heard only yesterday that--

They don't?

How do you know?

Why, the chauffeur got it

from the maid that makes up their rooms.

So if she wants to leave the barn door wide

open, what's to keep a girl from going in?

Come on, let's go.

-Come on, Aunt Jane, let's dance.

-Oh, I'd love to.

Irene, keep your eye on your uncle.

You know, the old fossil

still thinks he has sex appeal.

-Would you like to dance, Rene?

-Why, of course, Bill. Why not?

Pardon me, Mr. Legendre.

You're wanted on the phone.

Oh, thanks.

-Funny. Wonder who that could be.

-It may be your dad.

-He knew we were coming here.

-Excuse me.

-Hello, Bill.

-Hello, Red.

-Red.

-It wasn't a phone call. I sent for you.

-Why, you little--

-Don't. You've got to listen to me.

-I can't go on without you.

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