Manhattan Melodrama Page #2

Now don't get excited.

What happened to the roulette wheel?

Uh-huh.

- What's your name?

- Eddie Mathews.

- Yours?

- Al Barnes.

Yeah, that's right. Take them along.

Well, I guess that's all.

Goodnight, folks. Sorry to disturb you.

Good evening, Inspector.

Are you the new doorman?

Doll, I'll have you understand

we've just been raiding this joint.

Again? Are the six months up already?

Well, you know how it is, lady.

The law must take its course.

Yes, and all that sort of thing.

May I come in?

Come on, boys.

Just a minute, McGinty.

Why, you have caviar all over your badge!

There! That's better.

- Thanks.

- Don't mention it.

That's just what the police force needs,

a woman's touch.

That's just what we gets, mostly.

All right, boys, open them up. Let's go.

What's on your mind, Einstein?

Them cops swiped a couple of chickens

out of the kitchen.

You can expect that from a cop.

What happened to that ham

I told the cook to slice up for them?

Ham! They wouldn't touch it.

They wanted caviar.

Well, we'll take it out of

their allowance next week.

- All right, beat it.

- Okay.

Say, chief, I can't wait

till we get aboard that yacht of yours.

Yacht?

Yeah. Yeah, I won a yacht tonight.

Betting a guy odd and even.

Little present for you.

Wanna go have a look at it?

Thanks. You're getting better all the time.

You're going to win somebody's mother

some night in a crap game

or maybe a baby.

Snap out of it. The guy wanted

to gamble and I won, that's all.

Sure, that's all. That's all it means to you.

Everything in life can be paid off in chips.

A yacht,

somebody thought about

and dreamed about and planned...

And built and I won it on a bet.

Baloney.

Caviar. What are cops coming to?

It's rotten.

It's rotten, through and through.

- What is? The caviar?

- No, everything about this place.

The way you won that yacht

and that ridiculous raid.

You knew the cops were coming.

And they knew I knew they were coming,

and I knew they knew I knew they...

Work it out yourself.

It's a silly, stupid farce, and it's not funny.

Yes, but it puts dollars in the kitty, baby,

and that's what counts.

It puts those shiny things on your wrists

and those ones in your ears and...

Who cares about those?

I'm not in love with Cartier's.

I'm in love with you.

Blackie, get out of this.

Take me out of this.

- Quiet, quiet, quiet.

- Blackie, please listen!

All right. Let's go and look at the yacht.

Well, that's something else, again.

Baby, wait till you get a load of this.

Brass rails, soft cushions, moonlight...

Them ships don't look real.

They look like etchings

drawn against the sky.

Why, Spud, there's a bit of the poet in you.

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