Special Agent Page #2

and...

Put the bar in the race floor...

in the other end and...

What's the matter, Alex?

You sore at me?

No.

Just curious about the books.

The books?

Hm-hmm.

There's a little mistake in them.

$30.000 on the wrong side

of the ledger.

Why... they balanced.

Sure they balanced.

After you got through the racing.

Sure, sure, I remember.

I made a little mistake

and rubbed it out.

Hm-hmm.

I made a little mistake too

that I'm gonna rub out.

You know what I mean?

Listen, boss. I can straighten it out.

You got it wrong.

I'll make it up. I'll double it.

I was in a jam.

I meant to square it up.

I've been on the level with you

for five years.

You know I meant to square it,

don't you, boss?

Don't smirk like that.

I was going to make it up.

You wouldn't...

Would you?

I got fifty grand in the bank.

Every cent of it in cash.

Honest I have.

That'll square it up, boss.

I didn't write it in your book...

Boss, please, listen to me.

Finished?

It'll take me half an hour more

if you want things checked thoroughly.

I do.

I'll send the car back for you

to take you home.

Oh, no, don't you bother.

I'll get a taxi.

Okay. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Oh, how are you, Andrews?

I want to talk to you.

I don't like talking to you, Bradford.

Answer one thing.

Then you can go out and bite something

and get lockjaw as far as I'm concerned.

I saw the ex-moon of your delight last night,

Gladys Warren.

And?

And she was so full of martinis

that the green olives had to wait

for the tide to come in to get past her

clothing rib.

And telling everybody what a heel I was?

And getting no argument.

Says she's gonna put the bee on you

for shoving her out on the cold, cold snow.

What bee, Andrews?

Listen. that dame hasn't got

a thing on me except to peeve.

And if she doesn't stop getting her

snoot full and shooting off her mouth, I'll...

Chlorophorm her? I had a hunch

you did that the last time.

Mr Bradford, writing is a reporter's job.

But talking doesn't do a newspaperman

any good.

You should get Winchell's salary.

Hey, where's Julie?

In the office.

$12.697...

And all in dimes.

Now I'll only sit down for a quarter...

Well, Little Willie,

what are you doing here?

Oh, heckling the proprietors,

leering at the women

and watching the card tricks.

Say, I telephoned you before

I left the office.

To ask me for dinner?

Listen, if could only like me as much

after meals as before,

this might be a romance.

Answer my question.

Have you eaten?

Hm-hmm.

Yes.

I accept.

I thought you said you'd eaten.

Oh, but not since lunch.

I'll be through in a minute

If you're gonna have dinner with me

we're gonna go Dutch or you'll go hungry.

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