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Have the family move in with me?

You knew I just married Agnes.

Good Lord, Dave, you're a man now.

You know that a man has

to live his own life.

How is Agnes, Frank?

Ohh...

Davey, I did what I thought was right.

Nobody can do any more than that.

Sure it was tough on you,

but how do you think I felt?

Putting you in the

home? My only brother.

I'm not made of wood, Dave.

If you only knew the nights

that I couldn't sleep.

Your story moves me to tears.

- Take the check.

- Oh, come on.

Take it.

All right, if it'll make

you feel any happier.

I'm not gonna fight with you,

Dave. Life's too short for that.

Why don't you have dinner

with us? I'd like it very much.

Not that it'll look funny

if you didn't, you know...

...but will you do it?

- What time?

- You mean you'll come?

If you're sure Agnes won't throw up.

- I'm not her favorite relative.

- Oh, what talk.

Meet me at the store, say, 5.

And I'll call Agnes and have her

fix up something real special, huh?

Oh. Ha-ha.

Uh, about that little gag of yours of

putting the dough in the other bank.

- You know, that's...

- I thought it would break you up.

- See you at 5.

- See you.

No, Frank. Oh, no.

I will not have him in my house.

But, Agnes, he's my brother.

Don't you have any pride?

After he comes here and

deliberately humiliates you?

And that...

All that slop he wrote

about me in his book.

It was nasty and malicious and...

Why do you keep insisting

he was writing about you?

Agnes, it was just a

novel, for Pete's sake.

Nobody read it. It's forgotten.

Agnes.

What's the sense of arguing? I've

already invited him. He's coming.

Well, then, don't

expect to find me here.

I'll take Dawn and

we'll eat at the club.

I... Frank, no...

Frank, I refuse to

discuss it any further.

This isn't like you, dear. A brother.

Do you suppose people won't

notice how we treat him?

Do you think they won't

talk? Please, sweet...

Now, wait a minute. Let's be fair.

Did I say anything when that

sponging cousin of yours was here?

Smoking my best cigars?

Eating like a pig? Did I?

Agnes.

Hello, Joe. I saw Milly yesterday,

she said to be remembered to you.

David. David Hirsh. See you later.

You don't remember me, do you?

Jane Barclay, I used to have the

candy store down on Chester Street.

Oh, of course, sure.

That was where a kid could get a stick

of licorice on credit if he needed it bad.

Oh, yeah. That's why I'm

doing housework today.

And you know who I'm working

for? Your brother, Frank.

He sure hit the jackpot, that man.

My daughter even works as

his private secretary...

...and he treats her like

she was part of the family.

- Is that good?

- Well, sure.

Say, you wanna do me a favor? Forget

you saw me coming out of Smitty's.

You know, I stopped

in for a quick beer.

- You like another one?

- To tell you the truth, I would...

...but no, thanks, I gotta go.

I must say, you sure turned

into a clean-cut fella, Dave.

- I mean, Mr. Hirsh.

- Still Dave.

Thank you, Dave.

- And thanks for the licorice.

- Aw, don't mention it. Don't mention it.

What do you want me to do, lose

my license? Go to the liquor store.

Now, take it easy, man. I

told you I was 21 last week.

Oh, congratulations.

Now, stop bothering me.

Straight.

Say, pal, will you get it for me?

Pint of Old Eagle up there.

Very cool date tonight.

Real nice stuff.

Anybody ever tell you whiskey's a man's

drink? Why don't you run home to Mama?

Aw, these kids today.

Dumb. At his age, I never

had any trouble getting fried.

Let me buy you a drink, Mr. Hirsh.

Go ahead, pour yourself another.

How'd you know who I was?

Oh, I heard you were in town, uniform.

Sort of a family resemblance.

Now, no offense meant.

You know my brother?

Well, he don't send

me no Christmas cards.

Um, I'm Bama Dillert.

- What can I do for you, Mr. Dillert?

- Nothing.

I'm just here to welcome you

to Smitty's cocktail hour.

You sort of stuck the needle

in old Frank where it hurts.

You know, putting your money

in a bank that he ain't with.

- News sure gets around fast here.

- About the only thing in town that does.

Do you play any cards, Mr. Hirsh?

Some, why?

Well, it's just a few

of the boys and myself...

...we have a poker game now and then.

We'd kind of like to

have a little new blood.

- And new

money. - Mm-hm.

You don't mince words.

Well, I try not to.

But you gotta remember now, we're

just little old country boys.

We don't know the finer

points of the game.

But we aiming to learn.

And you know, you can always learn

from a fella that saves his money.

I won that dough from several guys.

Well, that's even smarter yet.

Case you're interested, we're having a

game here tonight in Smitty's backroom.

- I might just drop around, Mr. Dillert.

- Oh, I'll like that fine, Mr. Hirsh.

- Buy yourself a Quonset hut.

- Thanks.

Well, what can I show you, sir?

- Got something in nose rings?

- Hm?

Nothing too expensive. I know

a little kid in the Congo.

She gets restless.

Dave?

Yeah. Oh, come on in.

Just have to lock up the safe.

Be with you in a minute.

- It's a pretty fancy layout you got here.

- Oh, thanks.

Oh, this is my

secretary, Miss Barclay.

This is my wandering brother, Dave.

- How do you do, Mr. Hirsh?

- Miss Barclay.

Well, all set.

Apres vous.

- Bye, Miss Barclay.

- Goodbye, Mr. Hirsh.

Here we are right here.

Well, we had a terrific

fight to push it through.

I'm on the City Appointing

Commission, as you know.

And for a while it

was touch-and-go.

It would mean a great deal to the

town. Should bring a lot of business.

That girl, uh, very attractive.

- What girl?

- Your secretary.

I never really noticed. I make it

a rule not to, uh... with employees.

If you're getting any

ideas, forget them.

She's strictly a nice girl.

- All girls are nice, brother.

- Yeah.

You'll get no argument from me there.

Oh, uh, this is a funny question

to be asking your own brother...

...but you're not married, are you?

- Nope.

- Well. Guess we'll have to find you a girl.

Swell. Tonight soon enough?

Made up your mind what you're gonna

do now that you're out of the Army?

- Sure. Never to go in it again.

- Hm.

Lot of opportunities in

a small town, Davey...

...but me, if I was

starting out today...

...I'd head for one of

the metropolitan centers.

More room at the top.

- You hinting I leave here?

- No, no, no, Davey boy.

What I meant was that a man

ought to pick his spot...

...not go wandering

all over the world.

- Isn't that what they told Columbus? -

Yeah. Ha-ha-ha! And he never died rich.

Well.

- Home sweet home.

- Holy.

It's the old Carmichael place.

Yeah. We fixed it up a little.

I guess Agnes must be taking

all of this pretty big, huh?

Oh! Oh. I meant to tell you...

...she's on this women's committee

for the Parkman Centennial.

They're having a dinner

meeting tonight, and, uh...

You mean, uh, Agnes

is not gonna be here?

Well, she did her best to make it,

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