Strangers in Love Page #3

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But someday he'll slip up.

When he does ..

I'm going to have a talk with this guy

Drake and you're not going to stop me.

That will do, Bronson.

- But sir, he ..

What do you want?

He told me ..

He told me you looked alike, but ..

What are you talking about?

I was a friend of your brother's.

Oh .. that's alright, Bronson.

Yes, sir.

Well?

I want to know how Buddy died.

A heart attack.

- Say, listen you.

I've been in too many tight spots

with that boy to swallow that yarn.

There wasn't anything

the matter with his heart.

No? Then what killed him?

That's what I'm here to find out.

- Just a moment, mister ..?

"Keeney" is the name.

"Keeney". Be reasonable about this.

You say there was nothing

wrong with my brother's heart.

That's what I said and I know

what I'm talking about.

How can you be sure of such a thing?

He's led a wild and dissolute life ..

- That will be all of that.

Start talking dirt about my pal

and I'll tear your ears off.

Oh, now Mr Meany.

"Keeney" is the name.

Buddy was my pal and he was

white all the way through.

I know he didn't like you

and you didn't like him.

But he was a swell guy.

A swell guy.

You heard me.

They don't make 'em better.

I ..

I don't know what you're driving at.

- You will.

He came over here to put on you for a

piece of change, and I waited for him.

I waited most of the night and

then I went back to the room.

The next thing, I read in

the paper he's dead.

Died of a heart attack.

Well I know it's a lie. You're going

to tell me the truth or I'm going ..

You'll what?

Then the square yellow thing.

That butter.

Puts it on bread.

Bread is something that you eat.

Say.

Why you bleary-eyed old cloud-buster.

Going around as a friend of mine and you

can't recognise me when you see me.

Well, Buddy ..

- Shush.

Well .. what's the gag?

I'll tell you in a minute. First, give

me a cigarette. I'm dying for a smoke.

Sure.

Here.

You mean, the other guy

kicked off and you ..?

Yeah, that's right.

It's a dangerous game, pal.

You're telling me.

Listen, Stan.

I'm going to stick and I'm not

going to get caught, either.

We'll see to that.

"We" is .. we?

That's right.

Ah, don't be a sap.

Grab yourself a chunk of change and blow.

- Not a chance.

Half of Everyman you see here

should be mine by rights.

Are they the kind of rights

they put you in jail for?

How can they put me in jail? I'm dead.

Yeah .. you're dead.

But you're walking around yet.

And anything that walks,

they can lock up.

Yeah, and if I run every cent will go

to those bottle-nosed Egyptologists.

Gee, that's a shame.

The things that belong

to my family will ..

This was my home Stan,

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