A Man Betrayed Page #3

When Cousin Ally counted on getting

married.

But although Cal's draft number didn't

come up the joined the army anyway.

A piece of beefsteak

would help that eye.

Beefsteaks? I never. I am a vegetarian.

Looks like you got nothing to lose but a

daughter now.

Seedy bloke.

She ought to have his hair cut.

A lady cut Samson's hair.

And if I know my daughter,

history will repeat itself.

Where are we supposed to go?

How about the Union Station?

Too big.

All right. You name it.

I'd like to go to a place

called the Club Inferno.

You are starting off the hard way.

Well that's the last word.

Yeah.

- Good evening.

- Howdy.

When they pinch you in this

town, they do in a big way.

Hadn't you better pull over to the

curb while they're still polite.

That's my escort.

My father has them follow

me everywhere I go.

It's loads of fun.

Compared to you, a goldfish is a hermit.

Looks like the fella who owns this

place knows where he's heading.

Wants to get in the mood.

I sure do know where I was heading.

Good evening, Miss Cameron.

So nice to have you with us some more.

- How's your father?

- Fine thanks.

Mr. Amato,. Mr. Hollister

when he gets up.

How do you do?

Can I check this for you?

No thanks. I'll just keep it with me.

Montgomery.

Give Miss Cameron the

best table in the house.

Gee, she's pretty.

Yeah. But there but there's

something phony about that fellow.

He can look you straight in the eye.

Good evening.

One of our debs.

She's coming out next week.

She may be coming out but

she ain't going any place.

I know.

You must know everyone.

Yes.

It isn't mutual.

There's so much petty envy

and jealousy in politics.

People resent my father because he's

so much smarter than anyone else.

I wouldn't know.

It took two fires and a cyclone to

get me outta school.

Please, may I have your order?

Frank 75.

- Ever drink one.

- No.

But I shot one on the courthouse lawn.

It gave me an awful kick.

Same idea.

What's your pleasure?

Throwing eggs at an electric fan.

But that's out a season so

just give me a cup a coffee.

Are you being taken

care of, Miss Cameron?

Yes.

You should feel flattered.

This is Mr. Hollister's

first evening in town.

And for some reason or the

other, he wanted to come here.

I am flattered.

Pleasure or business for you, pal?

Well, I couldn't very well

say I was just business.

Seeing how there's a

beautiful lady present.

I don't want to keep you two

boys from getting together.

So if you'll excuse me if I think

I'll put in an order for a sable coat.

Going to be with us long?

Maybe yes, maybe no.

Depends on how long it takes me to

clear up the death of a friend of mine.

Suicide? That's what the paper said.

But me and the papers sort of disagree.

Gambling over there?

Yeah.

Anybody ever win?

Yes. Why you ask?

Oh Johnny always won.

That's the fella I was

telling you about.

Yes sir. He was really

lucky with the ivories.

The only thing I could ever beat

him at was pitching pennies.

I'm gonna mosey over and

see what's going on.

This is our big number in the show.

Plenty exciting. Plenty hot.

Yeah, plenty interesting.

With that noise, a gun could go off

and nobody'd ever hear it.

Why did you me do that?

You know I never drink my own stuff.

Pretty.

Take Spira.

Them's honest dice.

You said you wouldn't be

caught dead with them.

Now I'm afraid I'll be

caught dead without them.

I said let that hick win.

- Win?

- You heard me. Get going.

Someday that man'll come back

and take us both to the boohas.

I hope you're as lucky at everything

as you were in there.

- I hope so too.

- Bye.

I'll be back again soon.

Oh I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

I don't think Mr. Amato will

care about seeing you again.

- Frank 75.

- Coffee.

Look I'm not very

I'm not very good at talking about me.

I wish there wasn't any one named Jimmy.

I have a confession to make.

There isn't any Jimmy.

That's what I figured.

I can tell by the way tapping

your foot in the library.

See I used to watch a lot of

trials back at the courthouse.

I could always tell when a witness

wasn't telling the truth.

Women keep tapping their feet.

Man keep drumming their fingers.

Funny, isn't it?

Very... Mr. Hollister.

I'm afraid you're a little

too smart for my good.

I don't know why you did it but...

It's a lot more entertaining

than sitting around the YMCA.

Look.

If I want you to stir my

coffee, I'll let you know.

Cream?

- From a hick?

- Yeah.

When they win, I take it back.

It's good business.

More of the phony stuff you can't spend.

That mail-order lawyer came down

to my place last night.

It's your daughter, snooping around and

asking a lot of embarrassing questions.

I don't like it. See?

We don't like it either.

- You told him?

- Who me?

- Why Tomato.

- D'Amato.

You should not to go around casting

incriminating remarks against your pal.

And you, councilman?

What does he mean?

Youse is on the ticket.

Wise.

Morrie had photostats of an

interesting bank deposit by Hughes

after turning over the racing tape.

He's out.

- Slade?

- In.

Oh no. Oh no!

You don't pull a fast one like that.

You promise me that there was a

shakeup, the next soft bed was mine.

That still good, see?

Are you telling me what to do?

In spades.

Amato.

You not only jeopardized the Progressive

Party with this college kid jam

but you've just told me what to do.

You're through...

in spades.

You can brush me off like that.

You can't get along without a thug.

And that am I. See?

- Yes?

- Yeah!

Cheer up, D'Amato. The price of fruits

and vegetables is rising with the river.

You might think you are a funny guy.

I lay you 20 to one,

you will not be elected.

Suppose you let me

lose sleep over that that.

Doctors say I'm getting

too much anyhow.

You know something.

You guys too dumb to take this thing

comfortable like laying down.

Replace every straw boss in the

river wards with men we can trust.

We'll stuff those ballot

boxes so full of votes,

we'll make a scarecrow

look like a Santa Claus.

What are you two doing?

Just settling an election bet.

Before election?

Before Morrie leaves.

I wasn't going nowhere.

Oh yes I was.

He's still a Beau Brummel.

That stuff's preying on my mind.

I even joined

the Book of the Month club.

I still don't read nothing

about no Beau Brummel.

Your Beau Brummel is my new councilman.

So I guess.

Bad news not only to travels fast,

it nearly knocked me down

at the elevator.

My father looks well this morning.

How is Boss Cameron?

He is never around when you're here.

Then may I talk to my father about him?

You may accuse him

of anything short of murder.

Some of his friends

I don't like.

You look tired, darling.

It's a restful tired.

The kind your mother to have

after a good days housecleaning.

You're a lot like her, Sabra.

Laugh. Walk. Talk.

Things would've been a lot different if

she'd lived, wouldn't they?

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