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(Jack leads David and Les a little more, when David pulls him to a hault outside Irving Hall) DAVID: I'm not running any further. (Jack leads the two brothers inside.) DAVID: I want some answers. JACK: Shhh! DAVID: Who was he and why was he chasing you? And what is this Refuge? JACK: The Refuge is a jail for kids. That guy chasing me was Snyder, he's the warden. LES: You were in jail? JACK: Yeah. LES: Why? JACK: Well, I was starving, so I stole some food. DAVID: Food? JACK: Yeah, food. DAVID: He called you Sullivan. JACK: Well, my name's Kelly. Jack Kelly. You think I'm lying? DAVID: Well, you have a way of improving the truth. Why was he chasing you?> JACK: 'Cause I escaped. LES: Oh boy! How? JACK: Well, this big shot gave me a ride out in his carriage. DAVID: I bet it was the mayor. JACK: No, Teddy Roosevelt. You ever heard of him? MEDDA: What's going on there? Out! Out! Out! JACK: You wouldn't kick me out without a kiss goodbye, wouldja Medda? MEDDA: Oh Kelly. Where ya been, kid? Oh, I miss seeing you up in the balcony. JACK: Hanging on to your every word. So Medda. MEDDA: Yes. JACK: This is David and Les. MEDDA: Hello. JACK: And this is the greatest star of the vaudeville stage today, Miss Medda Larkson, the Swedish Meadowlark. MEDDA: Velcome,gentlemen. JACK: Medda also owns the joint. MEDDA: Oh, what do we have here? Oh, aren't you the cutest little thing that ever was? Yes you are. LES:(cough) Buy me last pape, lady? MEDDA: Oh, you are good. Oh yes, this kid is really good. Speaking as one professional to another, I'd say you have a great furture. JACK: So, is it alright if we stay here for a little while, Medda? Just until a little problem outside goes away. MEDDA: Sure,stay as long as you like. Toby, just give my guests whatever they want. ANNOUNCER: And now gents, the moment you've all been waiting for. The sensational songbird. The Swedish Meadowlark, Miss Medda Larkson. (Medda goes on stage. Jack, David and Les watch from backstage.) MEDDA: My lovey dovey baby I boo-hoo-hoo for you I used to be your tootsie-wootsie Then you said 'toodle-ledoo' I miss the hanky-panky Each nighty-night til three Come back my lovey dovey baby And coochie-coo with me (After the show, the boys go outside) JACK: So, you like that? DAVID: Oh,I loved that. I loved it. It was great. She is beautiful. How do you know her? JACK: She was a friend of me fadder's. Come on, Les, you wanna shine me shoes for me? DAVID: Oh, it's getting late. My parents are going to be worried. What about yours? JACK: Nah, they're out west looking for a place to live, like this. (Pulls out a Santa Fe brochure) See, that's Santa Fe, New Mexico. As soon as they find the right ranch, they're gonna send for me. LES: Then you'll be a real cowboy. JACK: Yup. (Fire and loud crashes are heard. The boys run and see a riot breaking out. A group of men are beating up another man.) DAVID: Jack! Why don't we go to my place and divi up. You can meet my folks. JACK: It's the trolly strike, Dave. These couple of dumbasses must not have joined or something. DAVID: Jack, let's get out of here. JACK: So, maybe we'll get a good headline tomorrow, Dave. Look at this, he slept the whole way through it. (Jack picks up Les from the bench where he fell asleep.) |
