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- Exactly. But not Johnny. Oh, no.

What he's really thinking is,

"I've led this girl along for three years...

...and now that she's thinking of marriage,

how can I start a quarrel and get rid of her?"

- Now, just a minute.

- You're right, Emil. You're absolutely right.

If you listen to him,

you can't care for me.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

Well, maybe I don't care.

Maybe Emil's opened my eyes

to something.

You and your combined

gross annual income.

I hate adding and subtracting too.

And I think that maybe you and I

just don't add up.

- Are you satisfied now?

- No, she didn't leave me a tip.

Well, aren't you gonna run after her

and beg her forgiveness?

- That was the whole idea.

- Peachy idea.

Maybe I don't wanna run after her,

because maybe I'm right.

She'll see it my way and realize

that I was only thinking of our future.

Alias Sam the Beetle.

Here's for my lunch.

It was good for a change. What was it?

Pickled pigs' feet.

Hey. Hey, what are you doing?

What's the big idea?

Go away, boy, will you?

Wait a minute.

Hey, Lefty,

get this Boy Scout off me, will you?

Come on, let's blow, Lefty.

- Are you hurt badly?

- No.

We'd better get the police and tell them

what happened.

- What happened?

- Two men were slugging you.

- I didn't see anybody slugging anybody.

- You didn't see...?

- Thanks anyway, son.

- But I just saw... There were...

- Look, I go this way...

- Come on, son.

There's a fellow named McKissack.

I gotta...

This is as far as I go. Come in.

I'd like to show my appreciation.

I'm awfully late.

If everything's all right, I'd like to...

Wait a minute, I'll see.

- How's it look, Max?

- All clear, boss.

There ain't a cop between here

and Santa Anita.

- Come in, son.

- What?

Come in, I'll make it right with you.

- Honestly, you don't owe me anything.

- Boss, what happened to you?

Three guesses. Step in, son.

I think I'd better run along.

I don't wear shirts anyway.

I said, step in. Didn't I, Frankie boy?

Yeah.

A late scratch at the fairgrounds.

Ballerina's Baby.

What happened to your kisser?

Who hit you, boss?

A couple of Chick Sloane's boys

tried to rough me up.

Think they can scare me out

before Santa Anita opens.

I'm gonna bust that two-bit syndicate

of his wide open.

I've got three sharp nags running today.

We're gonna ride them and ride them hard.

What if Chick gets wise?

He won't. I run classes for boys like him.

We'll bet everything we've got

in his horse rooms.

Not a dime in California

so we don't tip our mitt.

Chicago, Cleveland,

New Orleans, New York.

Get a line and keep it open.

Sit down, son.

Look, I work in a bank

and they'll wonder where I am.

Great. Keep them guessing.

Show them you're independent.

Joe, get over here in a hurry.

Yeah, Chick Sloane. I'll teach that rat

how to go broke in one easy lesson.

I wanna do something for you, kid.

Just name it.

Uh... Could you get me a telephone?

- I've had my order in for a year and a half.

- Sure.

Call me later, honey.

- Well, then, thanks very much.

- Wait a minute. That ain't enough.

Well, what's that?

- What does it look like, a blotter?

It's a thousand bucks for you.

Gee whiz.

- What are you drinking?

- A thousand-dollar bill.

I can't. You don't owe me

anything like that.

I owe you plenty.

Chick Sloane's goons would've had me

in a hospital if you hadn't come along.

I always pay off, kid.

What's the matter?

Don't you like money?

- Well, sure.

Can't think of a way to spend it?

Slip it under your pillow tonight.

You'll dream of something.

Oh, a thousand-dollar bill.

- I just remembered something.

What's that?

I don't drink.

And I don't want anything

to do with anything like this.

I gotta...

Hold it.

Listen to me, son.

When I wanna show my appreciation,

I expect cooperation.

Don't make it tough.

Let's say I'm lending you the grand.

Harry, you got Chicago?

Put 20 Gs down on Heavenly Queen.

You heard me, 20 big ones.

On the nose.

Chick Sloane's place on Dearborn Street.

All right, I'll take it.

It's probably counterfeit, but I'll take it.

- Now, please let me go back to the bank.

- Harry, make it 21.

Put 20 down for me

and a grand for an old pal.

I work in a bank

and I'm not allowed to bet on horses.

- Everybody's allowed to bet.

- They are?

It's in the constitution. Relax, kid.

You got a thousand bucks

riding on Heavenly Queen.

Mibs.

Dalton's over an hour late.

You any idea where he's gone?

No, I just know where I'd like him to go,

but we don't have a branch down there.

Well, Old Man Opportunity knocks again.

- Say, would you like to go...?

- Yes.

Wait a second. How am I gonna learn

to be a wolf if you give in so easily?

Bob, please take me out tonight.

Think I'm the type

that takes out a girl that's engaged?

Yes.

All right, I'll pick you up at 8:30.

Where would you like to go?

Someplace where it costs

a dollar and a half for bread and butter.

Where the music's so expensive

that you can hardly hear it.

I wanna drink champagne

and Cointreau...

...and just anything

that you can't mix with cola.

I wanna dance and dance and stay out

so late that the neighbors will talk.

I wanna enjoy life.

I wanna live dangerously.

What an opportunity for a heel like me.

Four, five, six.

There you are, son, 6 grand.

Compliments of Chick Sloane.

That isn't my money.

Nobody loans $ 1000 without collateral

and nobody gives away 6000...

...without a note,

co-signers and 6 percent interest.

This is a new kind of a bank.

With horses.

I loaned you a thousand, remember?

Now, look.

You're returning the loan, see?

You wouldn't be returning a G

unless I lent you a G.

That proves I lent it to you.

Now you can get the 5 grand you won,

and nobody can say boo and we're even.

Nobody hands out money

without wanting anything.

What's the matter, junior?

My money no good?

Well, I didn't mean to insult you,

but I don't want the money.

- Something wrong with you, kid?

- We ought to give this guy a saliva test.

Okay, okay, I'll take it.

That's right. Force yourself.

Yeah? Where? Okay.

Put 20 Gs on... Hold it.

Kid, how'd you like to turn that 5

into 25 more?

Oh, I don't think so.

I'd better get back to the bank.

Is?

Is this another sure thing?

- Figures don't lie.

- Impossible, Robert.

There hasn't been a shortage in your

father's bank or its branches in 32 years.

Look, there it is in black and white.

Seventy-five thousand dollars missing.

Seventy-five thousand...

All right, Robert, all right.

You better call the bonding company.

Have them investigate every employee.

Find out if anybody is living

beyond their means.

Speculating in the market, gambling or...

What a parlay. You're in the money, kid.

- You're in the money.

- There you are, son.

Your original 5 plus 25.

That makes 30,000.

Dollars?

Don't answer it.

- Scotty?

- Don't talk to him.

- Got it.

- Ignore him.

You're a pal, Scotty.

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