Smart Money

Aces.

Fine.

Come on, ace. Ah.

Thank goodness for that. I'm done.

Come on, Joe, double or nothing.

Oh, heh. Not me, Nick.

I've paid you double too many times.

Well, faint heart never won fair lady,

or fat turkey.

Come on, Joe, what do you say?

Heads or tails?

Uh... I say tails.

I never seen such a lucky stiff.

Better luck next time, Joe.

Well, I guess we got enough money

to close up now.

Say, is that my tie?

Why...

When I got up this morning, I sort of...

Yeah, well, why didn't you put on

that new checkered suit of mine...

...while you were about it?

- Heh-heh-heh.

It didn't fit.

- Hey, Nick.

- Yeah?

Who do you like in the last race

at Louisville?

Well, I got my dough on Abie Kabbible.

- You think he'll win?

- Why, sure he'll win.

Nothing else, he'll win by a nose.

- Smart fella, this boy.

- I'm looking for action tonight myself.

- Well, don't worry, boy, you'll get it.

- Everything all right?

Mr. Nick, there's a lady outside

what wants to see you.

How do you know she's a lady,

Snake Eyes?

Heh. Well, boss, she's got a skirt on.

- All right, I'll see her.

- Don't forget to remember, boss.

Lucky with the cards, unlucky with the love.

That's a lot of bunkaroo.

Don't you forget to remember...

- Little Nick is lucky with the women too.

- I don't know.

- Sometime, you'll pick the wrong filly.

- Not a chance.

Nothing but favorites in my stable.

My lady, here I come.

- Oh, hello, baby.

- Hello, Nick.

What's the matter?

I've got to have some money

right away, Nick.

Well, what's up?

Hmm?

Yeah?

Hmm.

- How much do you need?

- I've got to have a hundred dollars.

Well, you know Nick.

I never go back on my word, sister.

Thank you, Nick. I wouldn't have asked you

for it if I didn't have to have it.

Sure, I know. I know you wouldn't.

- Gee, you're a swell fellow.

- Well, I'm glad to do it, baby. Glad to do it.

I've gotta be going now, Nick.

- Bye.

- So long.

Hmm.

Oh, back so soon, eh? Well?

- What's the matter?

- A dame wanting me to step out with her.

I've got holes in my socks

from kicking skirts away.

Let's see what the boys

in the backroom have got to offer.

I'll be right in.

Uh... Running into house and lot.

Who'll give me half a dollar for my hand?

I wouldn't give you a nickel

for your whole body.

Oh, Mr. Nick.

- Let's see you do it.

- Come, dice. Hah!

Eight's the point.

A dollar I comes, Mr. Nick.

Bet. Bet it is.

Half a cigar, he shoots.

- Hah!

- Six and he wants eight.

- Eight from Decatur. Hah.

Ha-ha.

Read them and weep.

Seven and you're through.

- Up pops the devil.

- Ha-ha-ha.

Tough luck.

- Mr. Nick.

- Yeah?

You sure is one lucky white man.

You got carfare home, Snake Eyes?

No, sir, I ain't, boss.

I ain't got a red cent.

Then here, take this fin.

Stay out of this game from now on.

Yes, sir.

Don't you kid yourself.

He had you on the run...

- Come on, come on, who shoots next?

- Your dice.

Come on, your dice, man.

All right, get your money ready, Nick.

- Hey, let me in here.

Hey, what are you doing,

kibitzing the game?

No, I got dough.

Well, we're not taking

any two-bit bets tonight, Sport.

Well, I'm not making

any two-bit bets tonight.

Whew.

- That look like two bits to you?

This is big-time.

Hmm.

- All right.

- I'll shoot 10 of that.

- Shoot all or nothing.

- What are you talking about?

- You'll shoot the C-note or nothing.

- You can't tell me...

You heard me, the hundred or nothing.

Shoot the piece.

This is big game now.

- Get up and leave. The dough is piling up.

- Come on.

Three and two. Point is five.

- Six, and he wants five.

- Uh-oh.

Go on.

- Seven, makes him a loser.

- Heh.

And the prisoner ate a hearty breakfast.

- Well, that cleans me.

- Well, come on, move along.

- What the...?

- Come on, breeze.

And as you go out that door,

take that "welcome" sign off it.

Hey, boss, what do you got

against this Sport?

- I don't like the way he parts his hair.

- Ha-ha-ha.

- Who shoots next?

- You're too tough for me.

- It's not for us.

- I don't want any.

Nick, you're wasting your time

in a small tank like this.

You should be in that big game

in the city.

Why, Hickory Short

would be a cinch for you.

- You ain't kidding me, are you?

- I'm on the level.

Yes.

This town's getting soft for me.

How much would it take

to buck that game?

Well, a fella shouldn't try to

unless he had at least $ 10,000.

Whew.

That's a lot of dough.

Ooh.

- Ten thousand bucks.

I'll have that someday.

And when I do,

I'll show those city birds something.

Say, listen, why don't we make up a pool

and stake Nick to that big game?

- I'll go for a little of it.

- You mean that, kid?

Sure, you can have all I got.

That's a great idea.

I could raise 5000 on the barbershop.

I put in $ 1000, what I was gonna

send back for my wife to bring her here.

Oh, no, no, no, don't do that. Ha-ha.

Well, look, maybe I'm better off if I don't

send it so I can't lose nothing anyhow.

I'll put in a hundred.

Count me in.

I'll put in 200.

You can have all I've got.

I'll back you anytime.

We're all with you.

Right.

Blondie, what do say about us two

going to the big city, huh?

Boys, you're on.

Attaboy, Nicky,

you'll knock them for a loop.

- Here, Mr. Nick, I'll put in $5.

- Oh, no...

Oh.

We can't lose now.

Too much from a guy now, will you?

- Not too.

- Goodbye.

- Bye, write me a letter and get fat, will you?

Okay.

Just keep that in your pocket, Mr. Nick,

and you'll win for sure.

Oh, thanks, Snake Eyes.

Say, I've practically got that big

city sugar in my kick right now.

Come here, give me luck.

Here, Nick, here's my home

office address.

You can send my share there.

I'll send you back your

grand and your cut. Okay.

You all understand, I pay back your original

investment and we split the winnings 50-50.

That's right.

How much you think you're gonna win?

I'll win so much,

you can send back to the old country...

...for your wife and your sweetheart too.

Well, now, look here, young squirt,

you keep that barbershop going.

Sorry to see you go, Nick.

Well, soon as I make my killing,

I'll send for you, and that won't be long.

- Here's your ride.

- I'll be waiting.

- Well.

- Good luck with those big-city blonds.

Yeah, well, this is the only blond

that I'm true to.

Goodbye.

Say, conductor,

what time do we get to the big city?

We're due in there at 6:42.

And we've never been late yet.

Well, I bet you 10-to-5 we don't make it.

Nice ride. Thanks.

Telegram for Mr. L.S. Johnson.

Mr. L.S. Johnson, please.

Telegram for Mr. L.S. Johnson.

Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Everything satisfactory, Mr. Venizelos?

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

Fine hotel you got here.

Where's the barbershop?

- It's right downstairs, sir.

- Oh, thanks.

Oh, by the way, you haven't seen

Hickory Short around here today, have you?

You mean Hickory Short, the gambler?

- Yeah.

- He doesn't live here.

I heard he hung out here.

Well, not in this hotel.

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