Sadie McKee Page #5

- 10:
00?

- And I've got to take a man with me.

How would you like to go?

Watch the matinee

and try the evening performance.

- I gotta get married at 12:00.

- Well, you can't do both. That's a cinch.

- Too bad.

- You really mean...

You mean, you'd take me?

Listen, kid, what it takes, you've got,

for my money.

And how I need a job.

I guess that's out.

Who has the dough to get married on?

The girl?

No. No, she hasn't any money.

I got about 7 bucks.

Say, there ain't much sense to it, is there?

Do as you like, but this is a tough town

to get married in if you're busted.

Plenty tough.

- Someone in this job now?

- Oh, don't.

It makes me sick to think of him

when I look at you.

- Is it hard to do?

- Oh, no.

Sing a song in the box,

then come down on the stage,

take me in your arms

and give me a big kiss.

That doesn't sound like work.

It sounds like a party.

The guy doing it now reaches

for me like a bull in a china shop.

You know, nothing sweet or nice about it.

- Can I try that, too?

- I insist.

Do you two girls want to get married?

- Officer, how late do you stay open?

- We close at 4:
00.

Opal, I'm scared.

Listen, honey, there are 10 million people

around this village.

No taxicab is gonna pick Tommy

out of 10 million and run over him.

- But he's such a baby.

- He's all right.

Come on, simple. What did you...

I've lost a good day's sleep.

Wait till I get hold of that canary!

No use being upset.

Just explain to the bozo

that it takes two people to get married.

- You get some sleep. I'll wait for him.

- The room has kind of an empty feeling.

What's the matter?

Everything's gone.

Tommy's things, I mean.

- Ran out, bag and baggage.

- A telegram for Miss Sadie McKee.

- Miss Sadie McKee.

- That's her stage name.

Nerts, says Mrs. Craney!

"Job with Dolly Merrick.

Will wire your fare home. "

I guess you'd better go back home, kid.

I can't go home.

- What do you mean, you can't go home?

- Not now.

Gee, kid, what do you think you're doing?

Making a sneak?

Room rent, huh?

Why do you keep things

to yourself this way?

Next, you'll be jumping off a dock

and I'll get mad at you.

I'm going to get you a job.

- But, Opal...

- No arguments.

A silly job,

but you can eat and pay Craney.

- Feeling better?

- Yes, thanks to you.

You're going to find out about men.

The tripe.

No, thanks. Not interested.

Swell. They come to my dump

to get taken, see, and if you're smart...

Am I talking loud enough?

- I'm kind of sick of men.

- Oh, you're crazy.

They've got what we want, all of it,

and every gal has her price.

Yours ought to be high.

Every gal has her price.

I don't know what you got,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes