Heroes for Sale Page #3

I wonder if you realize what this does

to my standing in the community.

After 25 years of public confidence...

...I find myself with a drug addict

in my employ.

A drug addict

handling the depositors' money.

An employee of mine

with this loathsome, cowardly habit.

I can't understand it.

I know how carefully

your mother brought you up.

The sacrifices she made

sending you to school...

...fitting you for a good,

clean Christian life.

- This is a nice...

- Oh, wait a minute.

How do you think I started

taking that stuff, for fun or pleasure?

Well, I'll tell you how.

They gave it to me in a German hospital

to keep me from going mad with pain.

Pain, agony, continual torture.

Day after day,

like a million ants eating me alive.

You know what that means?

No, you don't.

Because when I was being blown to bits,

you were sitting here safe and comfortable.

And you're still sitting here in judgment.

- You just ask your son how I happened...

- Tom.

Calm down, Tom.

You're going to be all right.

We'll take care of you.

If you're gonna take care of me,

tell him the truth.

You turned yellow

and stayed in that shell hole.

I captured the German prisoner

and brought him to you.

Those decorations and honors you've got

belong to me...

...and how I paid for them

with my life's blood and a morphine habit.

Go on, tell him and blast some of that

self-satisfaction out of him.

Son...

...all that he said about your

decoration was a lie, wasn't it?

Poor boy. Ahem.

He's out of his head.

The ravings of a dope fiend.

I beg your pardon for asking, Roger.

I'm sorry for his mother.

There's only one merciful course to take.

Get Judge Gorham for me, please.

Well, I asked you. Go on.

- You ever see an angel?

No.

Did you ever know a guy

who had seen an angel?

No.

You're trying to tell me

the world ain't getting any better.

It's getting worse.

But why is it getting worse?

The burden of proof is on you, my friend.

- Why is it getting better?

- Look how much longer people live.

I admit that,

but that only prolongs their suffering.

Well, if you think life is so awful,

why don't you cut your throat?

Because I can't afford to buy a knife.

Oh, you are stupid, my friend.

That's why you can't accept

the doctrines of Communism...

...why you endure class servitude.

You are a fish, a timid little rabbit,

a slinking mouse afraid to fight.

And what have you to lose, I ask you?

Nothing but your chains.

Stop, don't start that again.

- Well, we were...

Go on, go on, get those dishes washed.

- Lenin once said...

- He ain't gonna say it here.

Now, you go on upstairs.

All you do is talk everybody

into a stomachache.

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