‘From Dr. Klinzi?’
There seemed no point in lying to him. He wasn’t the kind of man you could lie to.
‘Yes.’
He shook his head.
‘I’m not interested. I would be interested if she was quite fit and ready to go to work. I would give you a very good contract, but I am not interested in anyone who has to go first to Dr. Klinzi before they can sing.’
He went out, closing the door behind him.
I took the tape off the recorder, put it in its box and dropped the box into my pocket.
‘There it is,’ Knight said awkwardly. ‘You played it wrong. The old man has a horror of junkies. His own daughter is one.’
‘If I can get her cured, would he be interested?’
‘No doubt about it, but he would have to be sure she was cured.’
He opened the door and eased me out.
CHAPTER FOUR
I
When I finally got home, Rima was out. I went into my bedroom and lay on the bed. I was completely bushed.
I hadn’t felt so depressed in years. From the Californian Recording Studios, I had driven to R.C.A.
There they had admired Rima’s voice, but when I began to talk about a five thousand dol ar advance they eased me out so fast I hadn’t a chance to argue with them.
I had gone to two of the bigger agents who also showed interest, but when they heard Rima was under contract to me they brushed me off in a way that made my ears burn.
The fact that Rima had gone out depressed me further. She had known I was going to see Shirely, and yet she hadn’t bothered to wait in to find out the result of the interview. She had been certain nothing would come of it. Bleak experience had already taught her that any effort of mine to get her somewhere was so much waste of time. That thought depressed me even more.
I now had to face the problem of what I was going to do.
I was out of a job and I had only enough money to last me until the end of the week. I didn’t even have my fare home.
I didn’t want to do it, but I final y decided I would have to go home. I knew my father would be sympathetic enough not to throw my failure in my face. I would have to get Rusty to lend me the fare and persuade my father to pay him back.
I was so frustrated and depressed I felt like banging my head against the wall.
Five thousand dollars.
If I could only get Rima cured, I knew she would make a hit. In a year she could make half a million and that would be fifty thousand dollars in my pocket: a lot better than crawling home and having to tell my father I had flopped.
I lay on the bed thinking like this until it got dark. Then just when I had finally made up my mind to go down and talk Rusty into lending me the money, I heard Rima come up the stairs and go into her bedroom.
I waited.
After a while she wandered in and stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at me.
‘Hel o,’ she said.
I didn’t say anything.
‘How about something to eat?’ she said. ‘Have you any money?’
‘Don’t you want to hear what Shirely said?’
She yawned, rubbing her eyes.
‘Shirely?’
‘Yes. The boss of the Californian Recording Company. I went to see him this afternoon about you –
remember?’
She shrugged indifferently.
‘I don’t want to know what he said. They al say the same thing. Let’s go somewhere and eat.’
‘He said if you took a cure, he’d make a fortune for you.’
‘So what? Have you any money?’
I got off the bed and went over to the mirror on the wall and combed my hair. If I hadn’t done something with my hands, I would have hit her.
‘No, I haven’t any money, and we don’t eat. Clear out! The sight of you makes me sick to my stomach.’
She sat on the edge of the bed. She put her hand inside her shirt and began to scratch her ribs.
‘I’ve got some money,’ she said. ‘I’l treat you to dinner. I’m not stingy like you. We’l have spaghetti and veal.’
I turned to stare at her.
‘You have money? Where did you get it from?’
‘The Pacific Studios. They ’phoned just after you left. I had three hours crowd work.’
‘I bet you are lying. I bet you went down some dark al ey with an old man with a beard.’
She giggled.
‘It was crowd work. I’l tel you something else. I know where we can get that five thousand you’re worrying about.’ I put down the comb and faced her.
‘What the hel are you talking about?’
She studied her finger nails. Her hands were grubby and her nails black rimmed.
‘The five thousand for the cure.’
‘What about it?’
‘I know where we can get it.’
I drew in a long slow breath.
‘There are times when I would like to beat you,’ I said. ‘You exasperate me so much one of these days I’l slap your bottom until you scream blue murder.’
She giggled again.
‘I know where we can get it,’ she repeated.
‘That’s wonderful. Where can we get it?’
‘Larry Lowenstien told me.’
I thrust my hands deep into my trousers pockets.
‘Don’t act cute, you dope! Who’s Larry Lowenstien?’
‘A friend of mine.’ She leaned back on her elbows, arching her chest at me. She looked as seductive as a plate of lukewarm soup. ‘He works for the casting director. He told me they keep more than ten thousand dollars in the casting office. They have to have it in cash to pay the extras. The lock on the door is nothing.’
I lit a cigarette: my hands began to shake.
‘What’s it to me how much money they keep in the casting office?’
‘I thought we could get in there and help ourselves.’
‘That’s quite a bright idea coming from you. What makes you imagine they wouldn’t object to us taking it? Hasn’t anyone told you that taking someone’s money is stealing?’
She wrinkled her nose and shrugged.
‘It was just an idea. If you feel that way about it, forget it.’
‘Thanks for the advice. That’s just what I’m going to do.’
‘Wel , al right. Anything you say, but I thought you were so keen to get that money.’
‘I am, but not that keen.’
She got up.
‘Let’s go and eat.’
‘You go. I have something to do.’
She wandered to the door.
‘Oh, come on. I’m not stingy. I’l treat you. You’re not too proud to be treated by me, are you?’
‘I’m not proud. I’ve something else to do: I’m going to talk to Rusty. I’m borrowing my fare home from him. I’m quit ing.’
She stared at me.
‘What do you want to do that for?’
‘I’m out of a job,’ I said patiently. ‘I can’t live on air so I’m going home.’
‘You can get a job at the Pacific Studios. There’s a big crowd scene tomorrow. They want people.’
‘They do? How do I get a job like that then?’
‘I’ll fix it. Come with me tomorrow. They’l give you a job. Now let’s go and eat: I’m starving.’
I went with her because I was hungry and I couldn’t be bothered to argue with her any more.
We went to a small Italian restaurant and ate spaghetti which was very good and thin slices of veal fried in butter.
Half way through the meal, she said. ‘Did Shirely real y say I could sing?’
‘That’s what he said. He said when you had a cure and when you were a hundred per cent fit, he would give you a contract.’
She pushed aside her plate and lit a cigarette.
‘It would be easy to take that money. There would be nothing to it.’