No Orchids for Miss Blandish

Blandish heiress to marry! Read all about it!

- Orchids for Miss Blandish. - Just one moment.

Orchids for Miss Blandish.

- Orchids for Miss Blandish. - One moment.

Tell him, "No orchids for Miss Blandish."

Tell whoever's been sending these,

"No orchids for Miss Blandish."

I haven't seen you for days, Johnny. What have you been doing?

Driving.

For Maxie, still?

What do you expect, my own Cadillac?

Well, what if I do want things? I only want them from you, don't I?

Yeah, I guess so.

I saw that fur wrap, Johnny, just like the one she has.

It isn't the same fur, but you can't tell the difference.

Okay.

But Johnny, don't be a sucker for easy money.

That's rich coming from you.

- I mean it. I knew a boy once... - And you didn't get no fur coat.

Slim Grisson saw to it. He's poison, Johnny.

We'll get it.

That's him! The fellow that's marrying her.

Well, now, have a good time.

I'm going to get your mother's necklace for you tomorrow, my dear.

I can think of no finer present for your engagement.

- Oh, Father! - Good night.

Good night.

- Enjoy yourselves. - Thank you very much, sir.

- I'm not that bad, you know. - I know.

And I'm crazy about you, honey, crazy.

Couldn't you give just a little?

It's hardly the time or the place, Foster.

Oh, damn these stuffed-shirt parties.

Let's go out for a roadhouse. Some place where you'll... you'll...

Where I'll... what?

Where the music'll get in your blood and the ice'll melt in your veins.

Where you'll want me as much as I want you.

Tomorrow, after the reception.

We'll go to the Slipper. You've never been to a dive like that.

It's what you need. Will you?

If that's what I need.

That's the fur, the one she's wearing. I'd look swell in it, wouldn't I?

Gee, she's beautiful!

- That dame's got everything. - Yeah. She's rich.

Hey, mac.

- Yeah? - I wanna see Slim. Slim Grisson.

Well, he ain't here.

Then Ma.

- Are you selling? - Something they want.

Morning, Doc.

Morning, Joe.

Hey, Doc.

Tell Eddie this kid wants to see Ma, will you?

Certainly.

Don't blame me if you ain't got the right line.

Edward, my boy.

There's a young person wishes to interview Mrs Grisson.

Okay.

- Come here, you. - Okay.

Charming, my dear Mrs Grisson. Quite charming.

If I'm not mistaken, there's a touch of Paris about the style.

Did you get the dough?

Er... not quite enough off the face, perhaps.

Try it a little higher.

Did you get that dough?

No.

Why not?

He intimated the game was crooked.

What's he expect? Does he sell bonds with a guarantee?

Take Flyn and get it.

I don't advise.

Get it!

Doc?

Don't come back without the dough.

Slim'll take care of any trouble.

I got a hunch, Ma.

You always got hunches, Eddie.

There's a kid wants to see you. He collects for Maxie on the machines.

Okay.

What's on your mind?

I want some dough, and I've got some dope that...

- It's about Blandish. - Who's he?

The billionaire. The meat king.

Yeah!

Him and his diamonds.

Yeah, but... how did you know?

You cheap little chiseller.

- Get out of here! - Yeah, but I know where she's gone.

What do you think we are? A two-bit stick-up mob?

A breadline for every bum hoodlum in town?

Maybe it's a plant, Ma.

Who sent ya? Come on!

No-one. No-one, I tell you. I just need some dough.

- Shut his trap and toss him out, Eddie. - Come on, you.

But, I tell you, I know where she's going!

You heard.

Eddie, lucky Slim ain't here.

He wouldn't like a hunch like that.

Ah, this thing's crooked. I ain't won a dime yet.

Well, whaddaya know? Pontiac not in the first three.

You guys want the same again?

We didn't say so, did we?

No, but you've been wearing out these seats long enough.

- Hi, Ted, gimme a Scotch. - Okay, Mr Fenner.

The stool pigeon's pal!

Yeah?

I can't understand that horse not showing.

Maybe he don't like running for punks.

Or pinks.

Don't hit him, Fenner. Don't hit him.

Oh, it's like that, is it?

Yeah, just don't hit him. He'll go crazy.

What do you think he is now?

Here. Slip that machine. Maybe it'll pay off this time.

Why pick on us, Fenner? We ain't done you no dirt.

Because you're giving me a pain. You're through, and you don't know it.

You're all hot air, and last year's penny stick-up.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Get wise to yourself,

and go and get that job with a little truck and shovel before it's too late.

What truck and what shovel?

You know, the guy that follows a circus parade.

Yes, sir, that's good, that is.

Comedy for the column. Very funny.

If Slim Grisson figures you're gonna make trouble, you won't think it funny.

Look, Fenner, don't put the squeak into Slim.

Riley didn't mean nothing.

Nah, you pocket winches are all the same. Too quick.

'Sides, maybe I could help you sometime when you wanna know something.

Maybe you don't know it, but we sell newspaper.

Keep the change, Ted, and buy yourself some Lysol.

Have this place disinfected.

See what ya done?

Yeah, I'd like to plug him in the guts.

But he's right.

- Check the machine, Ted. - Okay.

And does it need it!

Gimme two rye.

- Can you pay? - Give!

I suppose you wanna bust a bank now?

Yeah, I wanna get heeled and beat it outta this town.

- Everything okay, Ted? - Yes, sir, Mr Schultz.

Hmm. Doesn't smell so good to me.

Well, look who's here.

Ted, give these gentlemen some Scotch.

Better make it beer, Mr Schultz.

The Scotch might be too strong for their empty stomachs.

I'll get you up a dark alley one of these nights.

I'm pretty fussy who I take up a dark alley.

- I've took all I'm gonna take from you! - Take it easy.

Riley!

So things ain't so hot in the small time?

Better than to be mixed up with your bunch of lice.

Shut up!

Now wouldn't Slim be interested to hear that?

He's drunk. He don't know what he's saying.

Listen, bud. Any time I want anything from you, I'll take it.

See? Just like that.

See? And you'll give, because you're a wise guy.

And what Slim Grisson says, goes.

- You got that? - Sure. Sure, Eddie.

And I hope the wax in your ears didn't stop you from hearing, pal.

I thought it was a swell speech.

- Oh, I guessed you'd be here. - Hello, Anna.

- How are ya, honey? - Oh, dead.

She sure has got lovely blue eyes, Bailey.

Anchor your stern, you.

I'll be seeing ya, baby.

- Who's he? - One of the Grisson mob.

- Mmm, some dresser. - Quit beefing. You ain't done so bad.

Yeah? Gun's the word!

One's for her.

Can I... can I talk to you?

- Why not? You're Maxie's kid, ain't you? - Yeah.

Look, I need some dough. I... I heard you need some dough, too.

Sit down.

You're crazy.

Ah, they got every cop in town round that lot.

Yeah, just lift 'em off her neck in a house full of big shots. Easy.

Shut up! You got a new slant, ain't ya?

She and the boyfriend. They're leaving the party early.

Driving over to a roadhouse, alone.

She'll be wearing the diamonds.

- A hundred thousand bucks! - Could I do with those rocks!

Yeah? And what the Grissons could do without 'em.

Where are they going?

I want a hundred bucks now, and I'll tell you.

You can give me a cut later.

I hope you're not wrong.

- Got it, Anna? - I'm always the sucker.

Give it to him.

The Slipper. That hot dive out on Highway46.

He's taking her out there after the party's started.

Not so fast. You got Maxie's car, ain't ya?

- I ain't having no part in this! - No?

Let's go someplace we can talk. Go on, Anna.

So long, Ted.

- Hey, Ted. - Yeah?

- No hard feelings? - Nah, I was just kidding.

Oh.