A Man Betrayed Page #5

Your Lynn got a bone, mister.

And my Johnny got Dr. Joe away

from his wedding.

To help him.

Time is getting short. And our

candidate's face is getting long. So...

when you vote for the

Progressive Party and...

Morris Slade for

councilman next Tuesday...

remember you're...

voting for some councilman.

You have just heard Mr. Lynn Hollister.

Good speech, huh?

Pretty good but I still

prefer Gene Autry.

Good afternoon, Mr. Hollister.

Nice work.

But I couldn't quite tell whether

you're for Slade or agin him.

Maybe that was the idea.

Better hurry up and get

in here before someone

thinks you're a fugitive

from a swing band.

D'Amato will think I'm a

fugitive from another

dinner plate when I miss

that banquet tonight.

I got your phone call and uh-

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

Howdy.

The skating party was awfully dull.

Father's kept you must too busy lately.

And I missed you.

I sort of missed you too.

You and the police force.

- Dizzy?

- Nice dizzy.

Round and round she goes.

Where she stops nobody knows.

Maybe I spoke out of turn.

These things break down once in a while.

Figure it will take long to fix it?

I don't know.

Don Dylan got stuck

in one back home once.

Went up a boy and came down an old man.

Say if a couple night owls flew by,

we could have a game of bridge.

At least we're alone up here.

Not quite.

Only well be as soon as I

give that star a Sunday punch

for winking at you.

It's so quiet and peaceful up here.

Makes you feel so away from things.

I like it.

Then you'd like Spring Valley.

Because it's always

quiet and peaceful there.

And friendly.

Even the boats on the river

in front of our house.

Blanket each other sort of neighborly.

They seem to shake hands as they pass.

They shake their fists at

each other in the city.

I'd like Spring Valley.

The fellows are so slow

at fixing things it would

take them a month to wind

an eight day clock.

It's a bit chilly, isn't it?

Oh I'm sorry.

I was thinking. Here.

You know you'd be lovely if you had

brown hair.

I have brown hair.

Yeah.

You know something?

This is the first time I've

ever really been kissed.

You know something?

Here comes a second.

Hey, mister!

If you want me to hold this thing any

longer, you gotta give me more dough.

- Good morning.

- Morning, baby.

You missed your breakfast.

I haven't seen much of my

favorite father these days.

I haven't heard any

complaint about Lynn.

George can't even put

him out with the cat.

Don't change the subject.

Where are you going?

- No.

- Sure?

You're much too bright and

too inquisitive for a young lady...

that's been coming in

pretty late nights.

I give up.

How's about a kiss on election day?

For luck?

Thanks, baby.

We will win, won't we?

By hook or crook.

Telephone for you, sir.

Yes I'll take it in my room.

Father?

Why did you look so funny when I said

by hook or crook?

Baby.

You're imagining things.

That comes from those late hours.

I'll have to talk to Lynn about

that and some other things too.

You know I don't mind

his using my razor.

I draw the line at his singing

spirituals in the bathtub.

Now you run along do your shopping and

you leave this election to me.

Where's Pete and Louie?

They're in the baggage car.

They wanted to get used to riding in it

before Cameron found out what we did.

Pardon me.

Could you tell me where I could

find Mr. Cameron's house?

Who's got my bulletproof vest?

Hey Skimpy.

You know how easy I catch cold.

Your tip was right, boss.

Amato is raking them out of town

like the skin files. All three.

Thanks, Al.

Amato and his big boys are

headed for the fifth precinct.

Maybe I should ought go meet my pals.

This is my business.

Get all the help you need.

And step on it to the fifth Precinct.

Amato don't believe in pillow fights.

How far can we go?

I didn't hear a word after I said.

"Step on it."

You boys know what to do.

I'm counting on you, see.

Floyd.

Take Butch and Vito

to the soup kitchens.

Some more of the boys will

be over to help you out.

Pretty.

Get going. Get going.

I don't get it. Why the rented car?

Well I figured that wit with you driving

all the time that

I never get a chance to...

Yeah.

We could do it in my car.

Old man liked it so

I gave it to him.

I get should wait till tomorrow.

I'd ordered new tires.

Darling, why all this sudden

excitement about going to the polls?

As long as I'm a little face

in this big puddle,

I thought it might prove interesting

to look at the other little fish.

Alright, we'll go to the soup kitchens.

I'd like you to see how well

father feeds those poor men.

Henry.

The soup kitchens.

Take it.

Oh hello.

I didn't recognize you, Mr. Hollister.

I heard a lot of your campaign speeches.

And that's good work.

This is Miss Cameron.

How do you do?

I haven't had the pleasure

of meeting you before.

Now I can see what your

father keeps you under glass.

Excuse me.

All right, boys. Get going. There's

lots of other polls to cover.

We gotta work fast. Come on.

Business looks good.

Feed them right and they'll vote right.

The boss says a man never

listens on an empty stomach.

Yeah, all right. Excuse me, will you?

I gotta get moving along.

You know how it is, don't you?

Hey, why don't they show?

These guy's been voting already.

Hey.

What's the idea?

I just thought that maybe you could

do a change to this big bill.

You want change. Ask for it.

That's my racket too.

All right. All right. All right.

Could you change this

for me, Mr. Hollister?

It's a fifty.

I'm sorry, Floyd.

I know he still printed that big.

No ma'am, I ain't working.

At present,

I'm sick and relief from relief.

Oh.

How's the food?

This caviar is delicious.

You're pretty.

James Brown?

James Brown? Over there.

Henry Jones?

Henry Jones?

Soapy to my pals.

Over there.

Monroe. Gilbert Monroe.

Monroe? Not here.

Voting and eating. Eating and voting.

Getting in a rut.

- How many times you voted?

- Only three.

The guy behind you is four ahead.

I got a get over to that fifth precinct.

I hear they're giving

away a set of dishes.

Nice meeting you again.

Oh, I'm sorry, Sabra.

It's okay.

How about going over to the

fifth precinct? Do you mind?

No.

But if I had known this

was gonna be a cook's tour,

I would've brought my roller skates.

Bugsy! Oh Bugsy!

But I want to see my Bugsy.

You know I favor the Oriental custom

keeping the woman

confined to the home.

Look why don't you go back to Kokomo?

Looks like a run on Social security.

Pardon me a moment, Sabra.

Port I wrote

Henry James.

Ed North.

Jack Merlin.

Wheatfield.

Oh!

John Mason.

Paul Cerf.

You get around pretty fast, Mr. Brown.

I thought you'd wait

for dessert at the soup kitchen.

Never was there in my life.

You know me. Pat Mullen.

Sure I married your sister.

- How is this?

- Fine, fine. Next.

Dave Jones.

Get your dishes?

Getting the old runaround, eh, buddy?

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