Full House Page #3

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their blasted clubs...

walking their blasted beats...

doing nothing but eat up

the taxpayers' money.

All day long I've flaunted the law

in their faces...

and not a one of them-

not a single one, mind you-

Has lifted a little finger

to prevent it.

I've a good mind to write

to my congressman.

You going to the park

again tonight, Soapy?

Where else can I go?

There isn't any hurry.

Listen to the music.

I seem to remember that tune

from somewhere.

No? Well, this might be

a country churchyard...

such as I knew

in my youth...

in the days when life contained such things

as mothers and roses...

ambition and friends,

immaculate thoughts...

and Little Lord Fauntleroy

collars.

Let's go in for a moment

and enjoy the peace.

- Me?

The front door is open

The invitation is obvious.

- What's the matter, Soapy?

Ain't you feeling

good, Soapy?

Hey, maybe tomorrow

will be different.

Maybe if you was to try

somewhere else...

like Central Park maybe

or Wall Street.

There'll be no tomorrow-

at least no tomorrow as you imagine it.

That phase of my life

has ended.

You sure you

feeling good, Soapy?

Maybe if you was to go back

and sit down again.

It isn't my body that's sick.

It's my soul.

For the first time

in my life...

I've viewed the horrible pit

into which I've tumbled-

The degraded days,

unworthy desires...

dead hopes, wrecked faculties,

base motives...

that have made up my useless existence!

I wasn't gonna tell you, Soapy,

but I got 30 cents a lady give me.

- I'll buy ya a beer.

- It isn't beer that I need.

It's hope, faith...

the assurance that it's still not too late

to pull myself out of the mire...

to make a man

of myself again...

to conquer the evil that's

taken possession of me!

We better get out of here.

If somebody was to hear you talking like that...

there's no telling what

we'd have to go through.

People praying over us,

preaching to us.

But there is time.

I'm still comparatively young.

Resurrect my old

and eager ambitions...

and pursue them

without faltering.

I'll give up this life of dissipation and idleness.

Tomorrow I'll go into the roaring downtown

district and find work.

I recall a fur merchant...

who once offered me

a position.

I think I must have his card

about me somewhere.

I'll find him, lay my plight before him,

seek his aid.

Yes, here is his card.

I recall his kindly face.

A noble man,

if ever I met one.

He'll give me a job.

He'll help me make something of myself.

- I'll be somebody in the world!

- Okay, come along.

- Huh? Officer, what have I done?

- Never mind. Come along.

Don't give me any of your lip,

or I'll bash in that skull of yours.

Come on!

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