Angels Over Broadway

Go on. Soak 'em.

The wetter they get, the better I like it.

There's no money under those umbrellas,

a lot of goops crawling around in the rain.

That's a laugh.

I ain't even got an umbrella.

Seven bucks. The Last of the Mohicans.

Ah. Looks like I got to promote something.

Look at her go!

Come on, baby. Roll 'em out.

Yeah. That's what this town is. A dice game.

Come on, you seven. Rain me a seven.

You don't get any sevens

holding out a tin cup, brother.

There must be a seven rolling for me somewheres.

You found out.

Yes, we found out.

$3,000 stolen by my friend,

my old friend,

a man that I took off the streets

when he didn't have a job.

What are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do?

Go on. Call the police.

Remember when you came to me and said,

"Hopper, she loves me.

"This beautiful woman loves me,

"and we're going to get married"?

Shut up!

Shut up!

Don't talk about her.

Did you ever ask me up to your house after you got married?

No. Not once.

You were ashamed of me in front of her.

I wasn't good enough for her.

Then comes the laugh.

You weren't good enough either.

But Hopper's money, that was plenty good enough,

the money that that fat man made

by working hard night and day.

That was fine for her.

She didn't mind stealing this money, eh?

She didn't steal anything. It was me.

Look at him. He still loves her.

Answer me. You still love her.

She gave the money to Mr. Morgan, didn't she?

That's what you stole money for,

so she should give it to the man she loves.

Here's his announcement.

"We are pleased to announce

"the opening of Dan Morgan's Beauty Parlor, March 30th."

You're going to see her tonight again, free this time.

Shouldn't cost me anything.

You're going to tell her that Hopper wants his $3,000 back.

You're going to tell her that if Hopper don't get it back,

he's going to call the police in the morning

to send his partner and his partner's wife to jail, both together.

I got the right. I got the evidence.

That's all.

Tomorrow morning, 6:00, I'll be sitting in my office,

and you'll bring me the money from her

and tell her that Hopper isn't at her feet crying,

but standing up with a policeman beside him,

waiting to arrest you and her together.

6:00 in my office.

$3,000.

Where to, Mister?

Uh, uptown. Uptown.

Five bucks?

You got anything smaller, mister?

That's all right. Keep the change.

Check your things, sir?

Coat, please.

Excuse me.

Cigarettes?

$20. Just a moment. I'll get your change.

Never mind. Keep the change.

Gee, thanks!

Have you any reservations?

No.

Emil...

Find a good table for this gentleman.

Right this way, sir.

Have a good time, sir.

Wasn't that the strangest thing?

$20, and without even giving me a second look.

And I thought he was some sort of a tramp.

Just goes to show,

you can't trust your eyes in this town.

Do you know him, Vincent?

No. I never saw him before,

but I knew he was somebody the way he looked at me.

Hello. Sunset Hotel? Room 1007, please.

Bill O'Brien calling.

Hello, Dutch?

Bill O'Brien.

Say, listen, I'm, uh, over at the Pigeon Club taking in the sights,

and, uh, I ran into something I thought might be of mutual interest to us.

Yeah, an out-of-town job

just came snowshoeing in here a while ago,

and throwing money around like birdseed.

No. Never saw him before.

Strictly a hick.

Hmm?

Say, I wouldn't fool a pal like you, Dutch.

I tell you, this is a blue plate special.

I thought I'd like to bring him over for a little get-together,

on the same percentage as last time.

Bill O'Brien. What about him?

Nice guy, Chief.

He's got a room down the hall.

He used to be a bellhop at the St. Martin.

Got a lot on the ball.

Okay, Chief, 12:00 at the Sunset.

Okay.

Excuse me. Are you Mr. White?

No. That's very funny.

I could have sworn you were Mr. White.

Do you mind if I sit down a moment?

No.

I'm not intruding, I hope.

They have a nice show here. Very artistic, isn't it?

I'm not trying to pull anything, really.

I'll be very frank with you.

I knew you weren't Mr. White.

In fact, there is no Mr. White.

It's just a name I made up.

Who I'm really looking for is Mr. Hugo.

He's the one who puts on the show here,

engages all the talent, you know.

You see, I used to know Mr. Hugo

some time ago, being in one of his units.

But there's no use waiting in the lobby

for him because he never comes out there.

And as for hanging around here, well,

you know how these places are.

If you don't seem to have an escort,

they don't care how they hurt your feelings.

My name is Nina Barona. I'm a Russian, you know.

But this season everything is Latin, completely Latin.

Well, hello. How are you?

Glad to see you again. Pardon me, won't you?

Say, don't tell me you don't remember me, Nina.

I think you have a slight advantage over me.

Oh, it's Nina Barona, isn't it?

Russian, eh?

I never forget a face if it's beautiful enough.

Bill O'Brien is the name,

in case your memory is playing you tricks.

Hey, I hope you don't mind my barging in on you like this.

But I'm on the town tonight with nothing to do but throw money away.

Have fun and make friends, that's my motto.

Waiter.

Yes, sir.

Check.

Oh, honey, I can't see. Please make him sit down.

Sit down, old boy.

Please sit down. We can't see.

One moment, and...

I'll leave you to your tawdry revels.

Very sad.

Venus was never an epileptic.

I leave you heroes at your periscopes.

That was Eugene Gibbons, the playwright.

Oh, really? Do you know him?

Sure.

Known him for years. Nice guy, too.

Too bad about his last show.

Yes, I read about it.

No good, was it? Hmm.

Three years ago the white hope of the theater, and today a mug.

Well, that's New York for you.

Put you on a Christmas tree and then in the alley.

Well, here we are.

How long are you going to be in town?

Not very long.

Well, here's hoping you enjoy your brief stay.

Gene! Well, so good to see you.

My beautiful...

I'm so sorry I didn't get to see your play.

I heard it was charming.

Well, uh, do come around some time, Gene.

I'm giving a little party Saturday and...

Put your scissors away, Delilah.

My hair's all cut.

Is this stylish fellow my successor?

Gene, you're drunk.

Darling...

You understate the case by three bottles and a thousand tears.

Avaunt.

What is the idea of giving me a midget's coat?

Or is the management handing out straitjackets,

as it should?

Sorry, Mr. Gibbons.

We have a new boy here. Just a second, please.

Mr. Gibbons' coat, Frank. That brown one.

"To whom it may concern..."

Hmm.

I'm in receipt of a communication.

"This is to inform the police