Bullets or Ballots Page #2

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Never mind Broadway,

concentrate on the customers out there.

This is the biggest play we've ever had

from downtown.

If our show gets over,

we'll pack them in.

- Go out there and give them everything.

- We'll have them on the floor.

We're having a tough enough time

keeping the seats filled. Go on out there.

Come on, kids...

Hello, girls. Excuse me, will you?

- Hello, Miss Lee.

- Hello, Herman.

- How were the collections?

- Just fine.

You really got something

in this numbers game.

Mr. Henrich says it's gonna catch on

in the Bronx even better than Harlem.

Form the looks of that money,

he's right.

If it keeps rolling in, you can quit the

cabaret and move right into Park Avenue.

- I drive a Rolls-Royce swell.

- We'll stick to the cabaret.

All right, but Rolls-Royces are better.

Let's see. Seems to me I had

something else I wanted to tell you.

Never mind. It'll come.

Oh, I remember.

I saw Mr. Blake when I came in.

- Where?

- In the bar.

In the bar? Was he drinking?

- Yes.

- What's happened downtown?

Who, to me? Nothing.

I wasn't even downtown.

No, not you.

What's happened on Broadway?

- Any extras out?

- Oh, yes.

That publisher was murdered.

The one named...

- That explains it.

- The name...

Never mind, Herman.

Just sit down and rest.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K...

Bryant.

Thank you.

- How are things, Lee?

- Fine, thank you.

- How is the show?

- Go in, see for yourself.

I will.

Hello, Johnny.

Wanna go in and see the show?

No, sit down a while.

- How have you been?

- Okay.

Why didn't you let me know

you were here?

I was busy reading this about Bryant.

- Did you know him?

- Yeah, a little. Swell fella.

He had a swell wife and kid too.

It'll be plenty tough on them.

- Wife and kid?

- Yeah.

You're a funny fella, Johnny.

When you come out of your shell,

you're really human.

I don't like to see

decent people pushed around.

When something breaks down there

in your old stamping ground...

...it gets under your skin, doesn't it?

What makes you think so?

- It's the only time I see you take a drink.

- Oh, no. This is just a celebration.

We found out

who stole Mrs. Blausmeyer's laundry.

- Oh, that must be something.

- It was.

- Are you on the level?

- Why, sure.

Well, that's a fine finish

to a great police career.

Looking for laundry in the Bronx.

Well, it's better than being pensioned off

with the fire horses.

Say, I'm not kidding myself.

I'm no use to them downtown anymore.

When things like this happen,

they need you.

You and your whole squad

ought to be back there in action.

They don't believe in kicking the rats

into line anymore.

Nowadays, you're supposed to kiss them

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