Angels Over Broadway Page #7

He looked pretty sick to me.

That play might be...

...a good idea, though, you know?

l understand you only....

l understand you put up only $30,000

for a show...

...and sometimes you make a fortune.

Pass.

Open for $500.

lm in.

l stay.

Out.

lll play.

Pass. How many?

Give me three.

One.

One.

l didnt hear you. How many?

-One card, please.

-There you are.

Check.

Check.

lts up to you, Mr. Engle.

Well, lll bet all lve got.

Theres $2,500 there, l think.

Pass.

-lm out.

-Thats a pretty good bet.

l thought we could bet

as much as we wanted.

Sure. Thats right.

$2,500, eh?

Your call, Mr. Engle.

-What have you got?

-l have three aces and a pair of sevens.

Beats a flush, your pot.

That decks not so cold now, eh?

No, it looks like

theyre beginning to run for me.

l pulled in that extra seven,

or you would have beaten me.

-Like a drink?

-Thanks.

Looks like were beginning

to have some real action.

-Pass.

-Pass.

Mr. Engle.

Pass.

-Open for $200.

-lll play.

lm passing.

-Play.

-Pass.

-Cards?

-lll play these.

Dealer takes one.

Go ahead and bet them.

Bet $2,000.

-What you got?

-A straight, queen high.

Good pot.

Youre right, Mr. Engle,

theyre beginning to run.

lll keep my winnings separate.

lt looks like lm going to be here

for quite a while, so...

...if you dont mind,

ld like to take a look at my friend...

...Mr. Gibbons, before l settle down.

Where is he?

Hes just down the hall,

in Mr. OBriens room.

lm kind of worried

about how hes getting along.

He looked a little bit sick to me. So...

...l wonder if youd mind

dealing me out a couple of hands.

Sure, its all right

if you want to go take a look.

Yes, its sort of on my mind.

-lts all right if l leave this here, l suppose.

-Sure.

lm probably losing a lot of money

by stepping out, even for a few minutes...

...but lll show you some real playing

when l get back.

Whats the matter? You lost?

l forgot the number of the room.

lts 1020. Thats it, right there.

Yes, thats right.

-Get out of here quick, you sap.

-l cant.

-Got the money?

-Yes.

-Get down the steps!

-The big ones there.

-Eddie?

-Yeah.

-So he tailed you, huh?

-Yeah.

He was right behind me.

l didnt notice him at first,

l couldnt get rid of him.

-How much you got?

-$3,000.

-No more?

-No, thats all.

l had to leave the rest on the table,

l couldnt take it.

Thats swell.

Thats fine.

Grabbed it all for yourself, huh?

A lot of good youll get out of it.

-Will he go away?

-Not him.

What can l do?

Wait a minute.

l got to figure this out, see where l stand.

l got the money.

-l got the money here.

-Shut up, will you?

-Youve got to go back into that game.

-No.

That guy out there is a killer.

Hell beat your brains out if you lam.

-lve got to take a chance--

-What about me?

-You know what theyll do?

-Let me go!

Go where?

Theyll murder you and me.

Whats in it for me?

-Theyll punch me silly--

-Theres a fire escape l can get down.

Youre not going to get out

and leave me behind.

-lm going out and call Eddie.

-No.

lll tell him youre a phony

and l took a tumble.

You tried to get out and l stopped you.

lts my only chance.

-No!

-What do you mean, no?

-Youre not gonna do it.

-Why not?

-You dont want to.

-l dont want to?

l wanna get my insides kicked out?

-Wheres Mr. Gibbons?

-He went away.

-Bill.

-Hes gone?

-Please, listen.

-Never mind. He did his best.

-l guess lm just not lucky.

-You give up quick, dont you?

l dont give up. But what can l do?

Nothing.

Look, just listen to me.

Theres only one way to play it.

-Cut out that Gibbons stuff, will you?

-lts not Gibbons, its me.

l can tell you dont want to give him away.

l know what you want to do.

Why dont you do it?

Youve been calling me names all night.

l didnt answer because its too easy.

Anyway, the names are all true.

Yes, theyre all true.

lm just somebody you picked up in a cafe,

thats all lve ever been.

Youre the same kind of nobody.

Were all nickels and dimes,

you, me and Engle.

l knew it wouldnt turn out right.

l mean, when we were dancing.

l knew, because there are some people

that never make money or get anywhere.

Thats us.

But, Bill...

...l dont know how to say it.

Theres other ways of making good.

Bill, why cant we just once

pretend were big shots?

Come on.

Lets play it like big shots.

Just once.

Go on, open the window.

-lts stuck.

-lll get it open.

-lts too late.

-Hurry up!

Whos there?

Me, Eddie.

Bill, keep him out there a minute.

Hello, Eddie.

Theyre waiting for him.

Who, Engle? Hes all right.

Hell be coming right out.

Boss said l should hang onto him.

Thought he was copping a sneak.

No, hes all right.

He told me hes going back there

and clean up $100,000.

You salted him good.

He said hes just been sitting back

watching the play.

Boss said to get him and bring him back.

Before you go in, l want to talk to you

about something, personally.

What about?

You know this guy Gibbons in there.

The fellow with the D.T.s.

He writes shows.

-Youve heard of him, aint you?

-What about him?

Hes writing this show about prize fighters.

Thats why l brought him over.

l figured to introduce him to you,

and you could give him some material.

Now, what l want to know is,

will you split with me if l introduce you?

Nothing doing.

You can tell him about when you killed

the guy in the ring, remember?

Ace Johnson.

Thats the time.

Thats the stuff he likes, dramatic.

Youve got a lot of stuff like that.

You can tell him about--

So, thats what?

Engle went down the fire escape.

Go downstairs, cut him off.

lll take care of this guy.

Next time l see you, itll be the Tombs.

Twenty days. Take him away.

Next case.

Charles Engle.

This man was picked up in a gunfight,

Your Honor.

We found $3,000 on him.

-Who was shooting?

-The other fellow.

-Got away, huh?

-Were after him.

What are you doing carrying $3,000?

Dont you know this is New York?

Your Honor, you see,

the money doesnt belong to me.

lt belongs to Mr. Hopper. Joseph Hopper.

-You can call him up.

-Whats his number?

Union 2-3-1-2.

Hello.

Yeah, this is Mr. Hopper.

Who?

l want to ask you a few questions,

and l want straight answers.

l wanna know

if you know a fellow named Engle.

ls that so?

Now just a minute. Yeah, we got him.

l want to ask you this:

Hes got a little money on him,

he says belongs to you.

lt does, eh?

How much would you say it was?

$3,000.

lts mine. Ask him, hell admit.

lm waiting for it. lts from the business.

lts mine, every penny.

Thats fine.

Yeah, lll wait here.

Tell him from me, lm glad.

lt stopped raining for a change.

lt stopped raining for a change.

A lot of good rain does.

$3, all night in the rain.

l ask you, whats a guy living for?

Here, keep the change, buddy.

lts your turn to get rich.

You feel better now, dont you?

-Yeah, l feel fine.

-lt doesnt hurt so much anymore...

...does it?

l guess lll go then.

l guess you dont need me anymore.

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