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Forty-eight dollars' worth. Sir.

- Still brandy?

- No more for me, thank you.

- Straight Scotch. Yes, sir.

I don't believe that talent can be

turned off as though it were a faucet.

- Make that a triple, will you?

- Do you always drink this much?

Only when I have money.

I'll just have this one...

...and then we'll get

into action again, huh?

Well, I'd rather talk, unless

dancing is one of your passions.

No, my passions are

pretty conventional.

- When I spoke of your talent, I was...

- You overlooked one thing.

A little talent to a writer...

...means just about as much as a

little talent to a brain surgeon.

You underrate yourself. Your second

novel was the best book I've ever read.

- Miss French.

- Yes?

Why don't we get out of

here and go someplace?

Or would your father object?

I would.

We should get back. I had

no idea it was so late.

Gwen, no kidding. Let's get

away for a couple of hours.

What did you have in mind?

Since you were so

interested in my writing...

...I thought you'd come

to the hotel with me.

I have a story there that's incomplete.

I thought you might like to see it.

Mr. Hirsh, if you have a story,

I'd very much like to see it.

Why don't you bring it out to the

house? Any time, our door's never locked.

I may not be here too long.

Don't get up. We haven't seen you two.

Agnes, I'm sorry, I have to leave.

I still have papers to correct.

Oh, what a shame. Say,

could you drop me off?

Well, my fa...

- I think I'll stay a little while longer.

- Frank could drop me.

- Sure, sure.

All right. Good night

and thank you. Good night.

Good night.

Where do you want me to drop you?

- I don't.

- I must. I really do have papers to correct.

I like the way you do your hair.

I have a feeling you're running away

from something. Or after something.

Of course, you'd have to know which it

is before you could discover what it is.

You also got fascinating eyes.

I have a theory that writers

create to compensate...

...for some lack in

their personal lives.

That's because we

need to be stimulated.

- That smells good. What is it?

- It's a bug repellent. Do you like it?

Mr. Hirsh, I know my

eyes are not fascinating.

I wear my hair this way

to please the school board.

If you wanna flatter me, I've

only one good feature: my mind.

You'd be on safer ground.

Who wants to be on safer ground?

Where should we go?

When I suggested there might

be a lack in your life...

...I wasn't offering

myself as compensation.

No, but that's a peachy idea.

Why don't we just go park

somewhere and talk it over?

Mr. Hirsh, do I look like

a delinquent teenager?

No, you don't, teacher.

- Who's the man in your life?

- What man?

Oh, I just assumed there must be

one. Or is it just no interest in me?

Well, you know I have an

interest in you. In your talent.

I mean that. I wish I could

influence you to start writing again.

Good, then we'd become pen pals.

Well, I would like to...

I started to say "stimulate you. "

But I would like to help you if you

decide to start writing. I'm a good critic.

Would you mind dropping

me at the corner?

On my head, please.

Thanks for the lift and the analysis.

- Good night, Dave Hirsh.

- Good night, teacher.

Hello.

- Hello there.

- I didn't leave.

- I believe you.

- Beat it, soldier.

Oh, sit down, will you, stupid?

This is Raymond Lanchak

from Chicago. Remember him?

You know what? He followed

me all the way from there.

- How are you, pal?

- Keep moving.

Your friend's got bad manners.

Look, you slugged me in

Chicago when I wasn't looking.

Now, blow, or I'll wipe

the floor with your uniform.

Not only would that be

unpatriotic, but you might get hurt.

- I'm just reminding you this is my girl.

- Are you?

Raymond, will you please cut it out?

I'm not his girl. I'm not his anything.

He bought me a couple of drinks.

- Yeah, what about the coat?

- You want it back?

Pay no attention to him, Dave. Like

I told you, he's just a big pest.

I can go out with anybody I want to.

In that case, you stick

around. I'll see you later.

Look, if you want my advice...

I don't.

Look, Ginnie, I don't want no trouble.

There's a bus leaving at 11:10.

- Lots of luck. I hope you get a seat.

- I'm telling you again.

- Don't fool around, you understand?

- Will you do me one favor? Go home.

Cards, pair of deuces.

Possible straight.

Ace of diamonds. Ace of spades.

Seven of clubs. Deuces bet.

Oh, pair of deuces

is gonna bet just $2.

Call. I'll stay.

Well, here's where I

find out if I'm yellow.

Are you?

I'm yellow.

I'll play. Cards.

- Three deuces.

- How about that?

Ain't that a kick in the head?

Noting. Nothing.

Pair of sixes.

Three deuces makes a bet.

Well, since you're all my

friends, I'm just gonna bet, uh...

...$25.

- Oh, he's being charming. Beats me.

I've had it.

You say the limit is, uh...?

Well, don't you worry

about the limit, Dave.

You just go ahead and make your

own limit. Bet anything you like.

All right, I'm gonna see that bet.

I owe you 25 plus 150.

Oh-ho!

Could have a third six, you know.

Possible. Mm-hm.

Hundred and fifty, and...

You know what "and" is?

- Yeah, I got it.

- And a hundred and fifty.

Hey, that's a mighty sweet pot.

Too rich for me.

I think it could use more sugar.

You said anything, didn't you?

Anything at all.

I owe you 150 plus 500.

I'm topping at 500, Mr. Dillert.

Oh, that makes a real

nice pot, don't it?

Sure does.

Fellas, I think he's

got the third six.

Now, there's a clever

poker player, I say.

- All yours, Dave.

- Your deal, Bama.

Hey, fellas, wrap it up, will you?

The sheriff just came in. You

never can tell about that guy.

Well, if the sheriff would have got here

sooner, I'd have been a much richer man.

That's the way she goes.

Dave, you handle yourself pretty good.

Tell me something, Bama.

How'd an old pro like you find

your way to a hole like this?

Me? Oh, I was just

driving through town.

Had a flat, had to stop.

- Car in front of me

hit a train. - Mm-hm.

It could have been me.

So I figured something

wanted me to stay in Parkman.

And you know, I've been

doing all right here.

I believe you are.

How about a little relaxation?

You know these dames?

Well, who don't? That's the night

shift from the brassiere factory.

Hey, Rosalie.

Hi, handsome. Come here, honey.

I'll be right back.

She got a friend. A

pig, but not too bad.

- Rosalie, honey, say hello to Dave.

- Hi, how are you?

Hi, baby.

- Sit down, hon.

Come on, join us.

Oh, uh, excuse me, I think

I see one of my own friends.

- How about a drink?

- I'd love one.

Hello there, Miss Chicago.

Well, I didn't think when you told me

to stick around you meant half the night.

- Where's lover boy?

- Who, Raymond?

He went to get a room.

You know, he actually thinks I'm

gonna meet him there. Ha-ha-ha!

Boy, is that the creep

in for a big surprise.

Hey, Smitty. Yeah?

You know...

...I don't want you jumping to no

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