_Schmidt._ Arrested? Vot good will it do me if I have you arrested? You tink I earn my living by having you arrested? Mein Gott in Himmel, vot---- _Jack._ There's no use in getting excited, my friend. _Schmidt._ Excited? I get excited if I _please_ to get excited! Vot you got for business to tell me if I get excited? I show you vot I get! _(Rushes to door.)_ Police! Police! _(Rushes back.)_ If I did not vant a police, he stand by my door and hold out his hand for sandwiches! If you have to steal food, why you don't go by Schnitzelman on der next block--he haf a big place, und I can yust mein expenses not make. _Jack._ I'm sorry, truly. But what could I do? _Schmidt._ I dunno vot you do, but you keep out from mein place. Dey comes me somebody every veek und plays me dot trick, und den tells me I get dem arrested! _(Rushes to door.)_ Find me a police! I keep dis man here till I find a police! Help! Police! police! _(Exit shouting)._ _Jack (to Belle)._ God knows I'm sorry. But I can't help you. You see, I can't even help myself. _Belle._ Are you really as bad off as you said? _Jack._ I am clean down and out. _Schmidt (rushes back)._ All right! Now I got a police! I show you! You come und rob a man! I show you! _Policeman (enters Center; a big red-faced Irishman)._ An' phat's this, now? _Schmidt._ Policeman, you arrest him und you take him to jail. He comes by my place und he eats my food und den he tells me he don't pay me. _Policeman (to Jack)._ Phat's the matter wid yez? _Jack._ Officer, I had to have something to eat--I was starving. I have walked the streets for two days, begging for a job, and I've not been able to earn a penny. I was desperate. _Policeman (grasping Jack)._ Where do yez live, young divvil? _Jack._ I've come from--a long way off. And I've been unfortunate--lost my money. I've tried my best. I'm willing to work---- _Policeman._ Why didn't yez ask him for work? _Schmidt._ I don't vant his vork. I vant his money, or you takes him to jail. _Policeman._ An' phat might his bill be? _Jack._ Thirty-five cents. _Policeman (to Schmidt)._ Do yez think I've no more to do than arrestin' people for thirty-five cents? _Schmidt (excitedly)._ Can I feed all the tramps on dis Avenue by my place? I say you arrest him! _Policeman._ Well, all right--if that's it. Come along here. _Belle._ Mr. Schmidt. _Schmidt._ Hey? _Belle._ Let me pay what he owes you. _Schmidt._ Hey? _Jack._ No! _Belle._ Let me pay it. He's a friend of mine, and I don't want him arrested. _Jack._ No, no--I won't have it. _Belle._ You can pay me back. You'll get a job soon. Mr. Schmidt, will you take it out of my next wages? _Jack._ I say no! _Belle._ You can't help it. Just take it out of my wages, and let him alone--that'll settle it, won't it? _Schmidt._ Ja, wohl, if you say it so. I haf no more to do mit it! _(goes Left in anger)._ _Belle._ That's all right, isn't it, officer?