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I'll be all right.

A couple of weeks of your cooking

and I'll be as good as new.

- Tom, the old man's boiling.

- What have I done now?

Oh, these Brower notes,

you've got them all mixed up.

- The figures don't balance at all.

- I'm sorry.

Now, total them up again quick.

The old man's on the warpath. Hurry up.

Hey, Harry, what time is it?

Half past 1 o.

- Have you got it?

- An ounce.

- How much?

- Two hundred.

Two hundred?

You gave it to me for 1 oo last time.

Didn't you read about the narcotic squad

knocking off the big shipment in New York?

- It's awful scarce.

- I've only got 1 oo.

Sorry.

Well, give me half an ounce.

I can't cut it up. Full ounce or nothing.

Well, what am I gonna do?

You know I've got to have it.

You'll see me go crazy

for the want of a few dollars?

You're working in a bank, ain't you?

Well, in case you change your mind,

you know where to find me.

This came in from the Federal Reserve.

Check it and enter it.

All right.

What's the matter, Tom? Are you sick?

- Where's Tom Holmes?

- Why, he just stepped out, sir.

He's out.

And he can stay out

as far as I'm concerned.

He was shot up pretty bad. He's only been

out of the hospital for a few months.

You've gotta have patience.

I don't mind telling you

my patience is exhausted.

He just hasn't found his groove yet.

He'll do better.

He's worse now than when he started.

Everything in the past few days

has been wrong.

He's not worth his salt.

I'm going to get rid of him.

- Now, Dad, please...

- Are you running this bank or am I?

You fellows forget the war is over.

Time to quit beating the drum

and waving the flag.

I'm paying this man a salary

and I expect him to do a man's work.

Doctor, you've got to do

something for me.

I can't stand it.

Tom, I keep telling you

I can't do a thing...

...unless I report your case

to the authorities.

No, you can't do that.

Don't you understand? My mother...

I've got to make a report

of what I do with every grain.

But I tell you you've got to

give me some. You've got to!

I'd lose my license.

They could send me to the penitentiary.

Then there's nothing you can do for me?

Not unless I report the case.

All right, but it's not my fault.

It's not my fault if I steal,

if I kill somebody.

I tell you, I'm going crazy.

Three-one-oh, please.

This the First National?

This is Dr. Briggs.

I'd like to talk with Mr. Winston.

It's all here, Harry.

And a hundred-dollar bill all crumpled up.

Looks like it was tempted

to go see the world.

What's going on?

I don't know.

Mr. Winston said to count this quickly.

- Why, does he think Tom...?

- I don't know.

The place is in an uproar.

Tom's in there with him now.

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