Smart Money Page #8

Steer you straight.

- I'm gonna let you have it.

- Yes. You won't.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll show him,

treating you like that.

Come on, Nick. Let's go downtown.

What for? You got nothing on me.

I'm just a guest here,

like a hundred others.

I like your company.

You can't hang anything on me.

I don't own this place.

Look up the deed

in the Recorder's Office.

- You don't, eh?

- No.

All I own here is what I've got on.

We like your company.

It's hot and stuffy here.

Let's take a walk.

Hmm.

You got good manners for cops.

Heh-heh.

All right, I'll oblige you. For all

the good it's gonna do you. Heh-heh.

All you've got here is what you got on.

- Is that it, Nick?

- Yeah, that's it.

Then you've got plenty.

That's nothing but a racing form.

You probably don't know

there's an old blue law...

...that classifies a racing form

as gambling paraphernalia.

Makes possession of one punishable

by a six-month jail sentence.

I didn't know it myself

till just a few days ago.

But I know it now, Nick.

And so do you.

- Why, you dirty, you double-crosser...

- Here.

- What's the matter with this fellow?

- I socked him.

And I'm darned sorry.

He didn't have it coming.

- He's unconscious.

- Let's be going, Nick.

- This fellow isn't unconscious. He's dead.

- What's that?

Look out, here.

Jack! Jack!

Jack! Jack, I'm talking to you.

Jack.

It looks like manslaughter...

...or murder now, Nick.

- So you gave me the works, huh?

- Yes, Nick.

I did it.

But I didn't think it would be for

anything like this.

I've always been a little coward.

Oh, Nick, could you ever forgive me?

That's all right, Irene.

I've always been a sucker for women.

Come on, Black. Let's go.

Hold it for a picture, Nick.

- Oh, sure, just a minute.

All right.

Thanks.

Yeah, Snake Eyes.

I brought Blondie along.

Thought you might like to say goodbye.

Yeah.

Hey, you sure

I can't take her along with me?

Nothing doing.

No blonds where you're going, Nick.

Well, Blondie,

no use two of us going up there, eh?

- Take this rabbit's foot, boss.

- Not a chance.

You gave me one of those once before.

I didn't mean no harm,

because I loves you, Mr. Nick.

Here's the way to give me luck.

So long, Snake Eyes. I'll be seeing you.

Well...

Come on over, Marie, the water's fine.

I suppose I should be glad...

...you're going up, Nick...

...after the way you've treated me.

But I'm not.

I came down here to laugh in your face...

...but I can't.

Oh, that's all right, Marie.

You're a swell guy.

I deserved what I got.

Oh, that's all right, Marie.

I'm sorry the way

everything turned out between us.

I guess somebody must have been

dealing from the bottom.

Well, here.

Buy yourself a box of candy.

You know I don't eat it.

It gets in my teeth. Heh-heh-heh.

All aboard.

- Yeah.

Come on, Nick, let's go.

- I'll be seeing you. Heh.

Hey, Nick, bye-bye.

I'll be seeing you.

Any final statement, Nick?

- Sure.

Tell my public I've put the close clippers

on other fellas before this.

And now I'm gonna find out

what it's like myself.

I wonder how I'll look with that

monkey haircut they give you there.

Hey, Nick. How about a picture?

All right, just a minute. I'll tell you when.

- All right.

- Good.

So long, Nick. See you in 10 years.

Ten years?

I'll bet you 2-to-1 I'm out in five.

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