A Man Betrayed Page #4

I mean we wouldn't have

been separated so much.

Well I'll make up for it.

Because now I'm home to stay.

Of coarse.

I may have to go south for the winter.

I wouldn't want to stay here and

freeze in my tenement mink.

What, no stable?

No sable.

There, paid off.

You don't seem too disappointed.

Well, Mr. Hollister is rather nice.

If you like the Milky Way.

But he's still determined to see you.

I hope you have better luck with Lynn-

with Mr. Hollister than I did.

Maybe.

You just relax

under your soft light

and you sit back and watch a

first-generation Cameron go to work.

- Nice crowd tonight.

- What?

- I said nice crowd tonight.

- Yes loud tonight but good.

When are they gonna shut the place down?

I haven't had any real

excitement since I left home.

Didn't you hear a shot?

- No. But I know who you are.

- Yeah?

Bugsy North from Chi.

I seen your picture in Crime Report.

I'm afraid you got your

finger prints mixed up.

I'm Lynn Hollister.

I don't care where you're from

but she's going back to Kokomo.

Here's something I borrowed

from your brother.

He's a nice neighborly sort of chap.

Sabra, I was just on my way to your

home.

Am I too late for dinner?

Well the soup's a bit cold.

And father's very upset.

Oops, got nothing on us.

This is Pop.

Pardon my not shaking hands but

my hands a little bit raw.

Looks like I just can't

meet a Cameron standing up.

Anything I can do for you?

Can I bring you something?

Liniment for three. No cream or sugar.

This way. Please.

She told me to bring my asbestos hat.

Certainly had a hard time getting

together with you, Mr. Cameron.

Of course, we did alright down there.

I think I'll leave you two on your own.

I'll try my luck in the other room.

I'm afraid you'll need more than luck.

This ought to be quite a contest.

The boss, maybe he ain't mad no more.

Yeah.

Maybe he wants us back.

Yeah.

That young fellow. He likes us too.

Yeah.

T, something worrying you?

Me worry? Me T Amato worry?

Yeah.

I wasn't getting any place

with the prosecutor.

So when he said that she had taken a

personal interest in the case,

I figured you were the one to see.

I did take a personal

interest in Johnny.

I felt even with the worries

of the coming election,

he was more important.

That's mighty fine of you, Mr. Cameron.

Putting the humanity ahead of politics.

Thank you, Lynn.

I want you to know that I

did everything I could.

But every report proved suicide.

That's too bad.

Well.

Only thing left for me to do

the way you put it is to forget it.

Go back to Spring Valley.

I'm afraid so.

Rest assured, if anything new comes

up, I'll advise you immediately.

And after election, I might

find a spot for you here.

There should be one for a bright

determined young man like you.

That is of course, if you don't

mind associating with a politician.

Oh I like politicians. They're clever.

Old Squire Cane was the

smartest man in our town.

He had a good heart too.

Puts $20 in that collection box

every Sunday morning

and cheats the boys at poker

every Saturday night.

I don't play poker.

If I left tonight, I can make

connections for Spring Valley.

Yes sir. If I hurry, I can

just about make that train.

I'm sure Sabra will be glad

to see that you get there.

Who's going where and when?

Lynn's going home tonight.

Oh.

I thought you might drive

him to the station.

It's like we both won.

You sure you won't go with us?

No darling, I'll walk.

Need the exercise.

Keep the old ticker in shape.

I didn't know Inferno did such a good

business, Amato.

I'll have to-

Miss Danielle ever come

to see me social like but

just to show you that

there's no hard feelings.

Thanks, boss.

Good night.

My hands feel better now.

Goodbye, Lynn.

Good night, sir.

Good night, darling.

Maybe you got no hard feelings.

But my bat swings good. See?

Amato. How can you talk

politics on a night like this?

Look at that moon.

Have you no poetry in your soul?

I just want a little side bet.

Too much success might go to my head.

Good night.

Morning, baby.

Morning, darling.

Company?

Surprise.

Harry?

It'll be nice to see the old girl again.

Give me some eggs and some crispy bacon.

Whole-wheat toast. And uh -.

What's this?

My reputation, sir.

Good morning.

Looks like I'm always

holding you folks up.

But I get such a kick outta those

gadgets in your shower that

I almost forgot breakfast.

Steak. Rare.

I thought you'd decided to leave us.

Well I uh-

This way, sir.

After 20 years of faithful service I -.

Miss Sabra won't let me go.

That goes for me too.

But it only took me 20 minutes.

Lynn told me about Johnny last night.

I know you're still trying to help

them no matter how busy you are.

Because my favorite father's like that.

Now we have a boarder.

I'm not gonna stay

here without repaying you.

Back home, we figure that if you

borrow a cup of sugar you ought

to return a cup and a half.

That's fine.

I got to thinking about a lot of things

last night.

About that job you had for me.

I said after the election.

Seems like closing the barn door after

the horse is gone.

You won't need much

help after election.

I'm a spot right now so

I figured let's start now.

That's fine.

It might work out in a lot of ways.

I was sort of using

the same napkin ring.

Titus so close together that.

Were bound to run into

something about Johnny.

Splendid idea.

And as you put it, we can sort

of look after each other.

What's the matter?

PS, Lynn got the job.

And in closing let me say...

My hands feel like a flock of bananas.

You're on in 20 seconds.

20 seconds?

Your speech, pal.

- Oh I've got my speech.

- Nun-uh.

This is from Cameron's office.

This is station CAM,

the voice of the city.

The following is a paid

political broadcast.

The opinions of the speaker...

do reflect the opinion

that this station.

Ladies and gentlemen, Lynn Hollister.

The Progressive Party speaker.

Mr. Hollister.

In presenting Morris Slade as...

our candidate, I have

the honor to present...

a man you'll never forget.

A perfect specimen of manhood.

A man every mother wants her son to be.

Hard-working, loyal,

honest. Honest?

Honest.

Morris Slade's private life

should be a lesson to every voter.

His interest...

in our great city...

is a glowing torch of unselfishness.

Bananas.

Look, folks, there's been a little

accident here in the studio.

And I'd probably have trouble getting

the right words...

for my candidate on the air

without my papers.

You're probably all vote

for Mr. Slade anyway so...

I'd better talk about a man I know a

little more about.

Mr. Thomas Cameron.

And in thinking about...

him it reminds me of a fish fry we had

back in Spring Valley.

Most of the fellows splashed around

in the water and made a lot of noise.

But a quiet fisherman came to

the party with all the fish.

Back home, we call them fish fries.

And here we call them elections.

I remember that fish fry.

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