Some Came Running Page #3

- I thought it would break you up.

- See you at 5.

- See you.

No, Frank. Oh, no.

I will not have him in my house.

But, Agnes, he's my brother.

Don't you have any pride?

After he comes here and

deliberately humiliates you?

And that...

All that slop he wrote

about me in his book.

It was nasty and malicious and...

Why do you keep insisting

he was writing about you?

Agnes, it was just a

novel, for Pete's sake.

Nobody read it. It's forgotten.

Agnes.

What's the sense of arguing? I've

already invited him. He's coming.

Well, then, don't

expect to find me here.

I'll take Dawn and

we'll eat at the club.

I... Frank, no...

Frank, I refuse to

discuss it any further.

This isn't like you, dear. A brother.

Do you suppose people won't

notice how we treat him?

Do you think they won't

talk? Please, sweet...

Now, wait a minute. Let's be fair.

Did I say anything when that

sponging cousin of yours was here?

Smoking my best cigars?

Eating like a pig? Did I?

Agnes.

Hello, Joe. I saw Milly yesterday,

she said to be remembered to you.

David. David Hirsh. See you later.

You don't remember me, do you?

Jane Barclay, I used to have the

candy store down on Chester Street.

Oh, of course, sure.

That was where a kid could get a stick

of licorice on credit if he needed it bad.

Oh, yeah. That's why I'm

doing housework today.

And you know who I'm working

for? Your brother, Frank.

He sure hit the jackpot, that man.

My daughter even works as

his private secretary...

...and he treats her like

she was part of the family.

- Is that good?

- Well, sure.

Say, you wanna do me a favor? Forget

you saw me coming out of Smitty's.

You know, I stopped

in for a quick beer.

- You like another one?

- To tell you the truth, I would...

...but no, thanks, I gotta go.

I must say, you sure turned

into a clean-cut fella, Dave.

- I mean, Mr. Hirsh.

- Still Dave.

Thank you, Dave.

- And thanks for the licorice.

- Aw, don't mention it. Don't mention it.

What do you want me to do, lose

my license? Go to the liquor store.

Now, take it easy, man. I

told you I was 21 last week.

Oh, congratulations.

Now, stop bothering me.

Straight.

Say, pal, will you get it for me?

Pint of Old Eagle up there.

Very cool date tonight.

Real nice stuff.

Anybody ever tell you whiskey's a man's

drink? Why don't you run home to Mama?

Aw, these kids today.

Dumb. At his age, I never

had any trouble getting fried.

Let me buy you a drink, Mr. Hirsh.

Go ahead, pour yourself another.

How'd you know who I was?

Oh, I heard you were in town, uniform.

Sort of a family resemblance.

Now, no offense meant.

You know my brother?

Well, he don't send

me no Christmas cards.

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