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conclusions about me and Raymond.

You know, just because a person

carries a torch for a person...

...that don't mean

that the two of them...

- You know what I mean.

- Oh, I do. I do.

Actually, he's one of the reasons why I

was kind of glad to get out of Chicago.

- Wanna know the other one?

- What?

- I really shouldn't tell you.

- You don't have to tell me.

It's because I think I could

fall for a guy like you.

Me?

A cute-looking kid like

you? With such class?

With such a fine mind?

Oh, get out. You're pulling my leg.

How many drinks you had, Dave?

I had a few, why?

You know the only time you talk

nice to me is when you're loaded?

Let's get loaded.

Here.

Compared to this morning, I

do look pretty good, though.

- You look fine.

- I had a wave and a shampoo.

In the barber shop. Only cost a

dollar. They did a pretty good job.

Yeah. Say, speaking of jobs, don't

you have to get back to yours?

Oh, the job I got I can always get.

I work in a... You know, club.

It's sort of a hostess.

Oh, I'll bet that's a fine,

intelligent and interesting job.

It really is.

The only thing, though...

...I drink too much, and the first

thing you know, you get bloated.

Well, life fluctuates, you know.

Yeah.

Like I was saying, what I

really wanna do is modeling.

But you gotta have

a figure like a boy.

Yeah. And that you haven't got.

You all mind if we join you?

Oh, back it right in here.

Come in here. Come on.

Ain't you gonna introduce

us? I'm Ginnie Moorehead.

I'm terribly sorry. This is Bama

Dillert, and this here is Rosalie.

Hi. Ginnie.

Does he wear his hat in

the presence of ladies?

- All the time.

- He even sleeps in his hat.

I'll bet.

That's a fact.

- What's the idea?

- Well, I got a theory.

I learned a little while back that certain

conditions bring a gambler luck, you know?

And... Oh, thank you. And

this here hat's one of them.

Every time I take this hat

off, something bad happens.

I ain't about to have

that happen again.

Yeah. You know, I felt the exact

same way about a black cat I had once.

And I never once let it sleep with me.

How about that?

I've been waiting.

Keep on waiting, Raymond.

- Come on.

- Will you take your paws off me?

- All right, steady, pal, get out of here.

- I'm talking to her.

Now, why don't you do what he says?

You're making a big mistake, buddy.

Sure, sure.

Oh, he's such a weirdie.

You know something?

He followed me here all

the way from Chicago.

What for?

- Aren't men terrible?

- Ain't they, though?

- Look, let's drink up and all go to my place.

- What's doing there?

- Let's get over there and

find out. I'll go pay the check.

- Smitty. Yeah?

What do I owe you here? Uh, 2 dollars.

Ain't they coming?

- Yeah, it's a pretty

night, ain't it? Yeah.

Let's get some air, huh?

Raymond!

Oh!

If I wasn't so tired,

I'd kick your teeth in.

Call the cops! Call the cops!

Oh, getting a little

exercise, huh, Dave?

Come on, let's get

in the car. Come on.

In the car here.

- Oh, hi, Sherm. Hello, Bama.

Somebody been fighting?

- Yeah, but it's all over.

- I'm afraid that's impossible.

- You start this?

- No, I didn't.

He did. He started it in Chicago.

You've got a lot of nerve. I

can tell you who started this.

- Don't tell me, tell the

judge. It was nothing at all.

- Look, there's been a

formal complaint. Why me?

- All I did was get a working

-over. I can give you my word.

I know this gentleman.

He's a no-good, dirty louse.

- He came at my friend here with a bottle.

- Looks like they both had a bottle.

- Come on.

- Listen, will you listen to me? I'm a witness.

Well, so you're a witness. Maybe

you better come along too. Go on.

Welcome home, Dave.

Dave, don't worry about a

thing, I'll be right with you.

Come in.

Good morning, Mr. Hirsh.

Or is it good afternoon?

Is my brother here?

- Oh, my new boarder? He sure is.

- Right in there.

- Thank you.

Door's open. I reckon

he needs a little air.

If you could just see yourself.

A good morning to you, sir.

That was nice going, Dave.

I'm real proud of you.

One day in town, just one day...

...and you're picked up in a drunken

brawl with a floozy and tossed into jail...

...like a common hoodlum.

- I know all about it, Frank.

- I just don't understand you.

- Is that your problem for this morning?

- What have you got against me?

- Not a thing.

Oh, yes, you have. I

take you to my home...

...I introduce you to the best

people in town, like the Frenches.

And this is the thanks I get.

You seem to resent my position.

It's no crime to be successful.

I've worked hard for everything

I've got. Nobody's helped me.

Is this gonna be another

one of those long lectures?

Oh, I might have known.

Frank, I'm not trying to needle you.

I don't feel well. I got a

headache and I have to be in court.

You won't have to be in

court. I've squared it.

And that mobster friend of

yours has already skipped town.

- You both forfeit bail.

- Oh, thank you.

I didn't do it for you, Dave.

I'm raising a decent girl.

That she is. She's a fine girl.

And I told the judge

you'll be leaving town.

Did you tell him where I was going?

How do I know where you're going?

- How did you know I was leaving?

- Aren't you?

Yeah, I guess so.

I wish I could say I was sorry, Dave.

I wish you could say so too.

Well, I suppose it'll be in all the

afternoon papers. That's all I need.

Just when my name was beginning

to amount to something.

How could you do this to me?

Me, me, me.

Don't you ever get tired of thinking

about your dull, greedy, small self?

Now, get out of here. I'm tired of

listening to you. Get the hell out of here.

Goodbye, Mr. Hirsh.

Man, you sure don't look

pretty this morning, Dave. Wow.

You know what I don't figure?

You drink three drinks to my one and

you look like a milk-fed quarterback.

Well, now, that all depends

on what a man's cut out for.

I can drink and you can write.

Oh, I know about them two books.

- Hey, Bama?

- Yeah?

Looks like something died back here.

Oh, no. That's Ginnie's

neck fur, you know?

That's an old female trick. They leave

something so they can come back for it.

Ain't you about due in

court? You better take my car.

No, I don't have to go to court.

My generous brother squared me.

But I could use your car, I'd like to

get... Run downtown and buy some clothes.

Any time at all, old buddy.

Hey, Dave, uh...

...how would you like to make a pretty

nice living without too much trouble?

- Doing what?

- Well, team up with me.

I think we could get along.

- You mean gambling?

- Sure. It's a nice profession.

And you're pretty good at it.

No, I'm just lucky.

Name me one thing you ain't

supposed to be lucky at in life.

You take my old man.

He used to gamble when he was plowing

up his fields, hoping for a crop.

Sometimes he'd get one,

sometimes he wouldn't.

So I figure if a man's gonna gamble,

he might as well do it without plowing.

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