Hard Times Page #4

Just like old times, huh?

We did add a couple of new wrinkles.

Did you see him fight?

No, but they didn't bring him

all the way from Chicago to lose.

Let's do it.

All right, you big shots, we're ready.

Anybody else got anything to say?

Glad you could make it.

Things have a way of coming around.

Mr Chaney, I envy you.

It must be exciting to bet

more than you can afford to lose.

Who's going to hold it?

He is.

It doesn't matter what you do, -

- you're always going to smell like fish.

Use them.

- Foul! Get those palmers out of here.

- Use them, goddamn, use them.

Forfeit, by God!

You owe me money.

You cost me a great deal.

You'll live with it.

Mr Chaney...

it's been a pleasure watching you work.

You know, Chick, like old mama said:

Next best thing to playing and winning

is playing and losing.

- I'll see you around.

- Adios.

- Sure this is as far as you want to go?

- Yes, I'm sure.

Hey, Poe...

I've got a cat back at my place.

- I want you to take care of it for me.

- That's a lot of money.

You take care of Poe.

For a man who came to town

to make some money, -

- you're sure giving a lot of it away.

You're forgetting about the inbetweens.

I guess you fill them out all right.

Where are you off to?

North.

Chaney?

You've got to say something.

We ought to head on down to Miami.

Get in on some of the action down there.

It's a hell of a town, you know.

Right on that warm ocean front.

Fine, salt sea air.

It would be good for our health.

He sure was something.

Let's go get the cat.

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