You'll Never Get Rich Page #5

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I'll handle this.

All right, come along, Tom.

Come in.

- What about this story in the paper?

- What about it?

You took a lot for granted

announcing we were engaged.

- You're saying you didn't announce it?

- I certainly am. Why would I?

What would I gain

by such a ridiculous story?

That's the fella who almost hit me

on the street. Do you have a gun?

But how can we get rid of his body?

- Never mind that. Just give me the gun.

- All right.

- Here.

- Oh.

I don't care who put it in the paper

as long as you know we're not engaged.

May I compliment you on your chivalry.

I imagine the bracelet will more

than make up for your hurt feelings.

- I'm going in and you can't keep me!

- No, no, Tom!

Stand aside, I know my duty.

- You, sir.

- Tom!

- What are you doing here?

- I came to attend a wedding.

There's gonna be one.

I tried to keep him out.

You know your brother's temper.

But, brother, dear,

you don't understand.

Yes, I do. I heard every word he said,

the dirty, no-good Yankee!

- Say, what's this all about?

- Honour, sir. My sister's honour!

- All I did was give her a bracelet.

- You admit you bought it?

- I didn't buy it.

- Then you stole it?

No, somebody gave it to me,

and I gave it to her.

You did that and you still refuse

to marry her, sir?

- I said we are not engaged!

- That's all I want to hear.

- Sheila!

- Darling.

- Yes?

- Sorry, Mr. Cortland. No news yet.

Fine thing! I own the theatre.

I shoulder all the responsibilities.

I pay all the salaries.

I ask one simple question.

I wanna find out how much

Robert Curtis weighs.

- And what's the answer?

- I don't know.

- I'm about to be sued, shot or sabotaged.

- Who's gonna do all this?

Sheila's brother has some silly notion

about me and Sheila.

He's after me with the biggest gun ever.

- It's just a badger game.

- Just a badger game.

It serves you right

for getting mixed up with women.

Serves me right? You caused it all!

Don't try to implicate me in your

sordid affairs. I'm a married man.

This is serious. You've got

to help me out of this mess.

The fella is gonna shoot me.

- Lf he shoots you, I'll fire Sheila.

- That'll be a big help.

Then get a gun

and shoot right back at him.

I should call the district attorney.

Get this theatre mixed up in a scandal?

No, I'm in trouble enough already.

- Robert, they're gonna draft you.

- Draft me? How do you know?

I found this. You're to report

to the Medical Board this afternoon.

- Everything happens to me.

- Drafted. Wow!

- I beg your pardon?

- That's the solution to my problems.

Don't be selfish. I can't run

this theatre without you. Think of me.

I've had enough of you, your theatre

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