711 Ocean Drive Page #4

That's your tough luck.

You better have the rest of

what you owe Walters in here.

Plus the interest.

Do you think I like owing him money?

I'll try to make the rest of it

next week.

No soap, Weiss.

You get it up by 3 this afternoon

or you're out of business.

Walters will be waiting for you

at the office.

I want the dough, Weiss,

and I want it now.

You've had five months

and you still haven't paid off.

I've done the best I could.

But at 10% interest I...

I've only got a little book,

Mr. Walters.

You haven't got that now.

You're through, Weiss.

You can't do that.

I got a wife, two kids.

I gotta keep going.

You can't do that!

Why don't you watch what you're doing?

A wife and two kids, huh, Weiss?

There are a couple of boys in town

I might speak to about them.

How would you like to have the wife

and two kids worked over, Weiss?

You can't do that.

I won't let you.

I won't let anyone.

He got right past me. Went right...

Somebody better call an ambulance.

He won't need an ambulance.

Weiss was found as suicide in his car

on Kingsley Road, Granger.

Maybe that's why you don't want to talk.

Can I help it

if Weiss bumped himself off?

I told you he was crazy

when he was in the office.

He even took a shot at me.

Why did he come to your office?

He wanted to see Walters about a loan.

He said his book had been hit

and he needed some money.

From what his wife tells us,

you were already bleeding him.

He'd been paying Walters off for months.

I don't know anything about that.

I just work there.

What's the gangster squad

have on Granger?

Not too much.

The word's around town that he owns

a piece of Tri-State himself.

We saw you talking to Weiss this morning

at the drive-in stand.

What is that about?

Nothing.

He just asked me

when he could see Walters.

That's all for now, Granger.

If I want you again, I'll call you.

Granger.

With Walters gone, it looks like you're

going to be Mr. Big over at Tri-State.

If you're smart, you'll get out now.

You know, they all end up like Walters.

Quite an improvement for a guy who

didn't even have a change of overalls.

Yeah, you like them?

All depends on

what you're going to put inside them.

What kind of crack is that?

I just wonder if you're the same guy

I used to know.

Just the same except for money

in my pockets instead of wire,

tailored suits instead of overalls.

I hope you and your wardrobe

will be very happy.

On the way out, tell the cook to send me

some orange juice and coffee.

Yes, master.

Have you an appointment? Mr. Granger's

only seeing bankers these days.

What's eating her?

I used to think you two cooked up

a little deal between you.

Trudy's pretty sold on you.

I know, but that's not for me.

Some guys were meant to be single.

I hope I never fall in love, Chippie.

It's only asking for trouble.

That love business is

strictly storybook stuff.

What I got to tell you

ain't no storybook stuff.

Bookies are screaming about you

hiking the price of the service.

They say you're murdering them.

They can afford it.

They gotta deal with me

or they're out of business.

Why should I give those guys

a free ride?

I ain't forgetting what you done for me.

But somebody's gotta tell you.

Maybe you're getting a little too

successful for your own good.

Right now, you've got all of California

tied up and everybody knows it.

Get too big and those big guys back east

move in. You know what that means.

Relax. I'll do the worrying

for this outfit.

Maybe that's one thing

you never thought of...

Maybe I'm big enough for the big boys.

Mal didn't know it.

But the national syndicate was already

eyeing his operation.

Their headquarters was in

an office building in Cleveland.

They had impressive offices

and they should.

Last year more than $8 billion was bet

with bookmakers in this country.

More than the combined earnings

of 25 of our largest corporations.

And the National Wire Service got

a big slice of that $8 billion racket.

Ghastly stuff.

If I hadn't picked up this duodenal

worrying about our affairs,

I'd be able to eat like a man

instead of a kitten.

What about Jake Miller?

Anyone looked over the Florida accounts?

I have.

He was socking down on us all right.

Took us for $43,000 entering bets

on winners for himself.

That's bad, very bad.

The man can't trust his own clients.

How long has he been with us?

Five, six years.

He's been screaming ever since we cut

ourselves in for part of his book.

That's unfortunate.

Particularly so if word

got around that he

took this money without any retaliation.

Some of the other bookies

might get the same idea.

Are we agreed?

All right, Steve, I'll leave it to you.

You know some people

in Miami, don't you?

What does he get?

I think he's a very sick man.

I don't believe he'll ever get well.

I'll see that he doesn't.

About California, Carl, I have

the data on Granger.

Walters was knocked off

about a year ago.

Granger took over the Tri-State service.

This year, he'll clear

about a million two.

That isn't so much. I though the whole

state was dancing to his tune.

It is but this is piker stuff.

This is just the take from

the wire service alone.

If we were to move in on him,

set up a whole operation.

That would be a nice venture.

I've always thought we should do

something about the Pacific coast.

It's ridiculous that this syndicate

has never gone past Kansas City.

What would you suggest?

Let me look Granger up.

Nothing too exciting. Just a little

suggestion he might find it more

profitable to come in with us.

That sort of thing.

Very good.

But I've already had Granger looked up.

I'm sure you'll show him

that in the long run

no one man has ever been able to keep

the wire service

as a personal enterprise.

By the way, I uh...

I'm leaving for Palm Springs

myself next week.

Why don't you go down ahead

and look Granger over?

And Larry...

Take the wife along.

She might like southern California.

How long have you been here?

About two hours.

Why do you suppose I've been sitting

with you that long?

Maybe because you sort of like me?

And I kind of like you.

That's what you think, is it? Well, I'll

tell you the truth.

All day I've been feeling like a rat.

For a long time I've been feeling

like a rat.

This afternoon I felt like talking to

someone who spoke my own language.

And that's you.

A great, big,

good looking rat.

You need another drink?

Who doesn't?

You're going to get a great shock

when my husband shows up.

He's even a bigger rat than you are.

You're a little tight.

But very sweet.

And you haven't got a husband.

Hasn't she?

-Darling.

This is my husband, Mr...

I'm sorry, I...

I didn't get the name.

You never do.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

You ought to pick them a little tougher.

The one I have is tough enough.

How did the meeting go?

Is Carl still living on milk?

Carl's all right.

Maybe he sees a lot of things I don't.

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