The Asphalt Jungle Page #2

- I wanna make a bet.

Well?

- Your man says you got to okay it.

What are you in for?

- 2300 and some.

Okay. Your tab's good for 2500...

...but that's the limit. Either pick a winner

or pay me when you get that far.

Don't bone me.

I'm not...

- Did I ever welsh?

Nobody said you did...

- You just boned me.

I'm not asking you any favors.

I'll go get you your 2300 right now.

Now, Dix. Now, Dix, listen.

Will you have a drink? Come on.

Come on. Come back here.

Have a drink, will you?

Can you beat that?

Where does he come off, blowing a fuse?

- Who is he?

A smalltime hooligan,

who's crazy for horses.

My book beats him and beats him,

he keeps coming back for more.

Say, Doc...

...I forgot on account of that big tramp.

I spoke to Mr. Emmerich on the phone.

He's gonna meet us later tonight.

He's giving a party at his house in town

for a bunch of swells...

...but he'll be at another address later on.

A man like Emmerich has got

more than one place to hang his hat.

Smart cat. Never does a lick of work,

stays out all night, sleeps all day.

What's a big, dirty cat

doing at an eating joint?

I run over one every time I get a chance.

People feeding cats,

and some kids haven't got enough to eat.

You gonna buy that magazine?

Why should I?

I seen all the dames in it already.

Wanna make something of it?

You're a little off your beat.

- How do you mean, Humpty Dumpty?

I mean, you don't belong around here.

You're just passing through,

only not fast enough.

If I ever see you running over a cat,

I'll kick your teeth out.

I'd take you apart if you were about

a foot taller and straightened up a little.

Suppose you want your heater back.

Well, you ain't gonna get it.

How about that?

Quit kidding, Gus.

- I mean it.

Go on, get sore. Smack me down.

You know I wouldn't do that.

- Look, Dix...

...take my advice and knock off for a while.

The happiness boys are on a rampage.

Headquarters has given them the push.

I can't afford to knock off.

- Oh, stop worrying. I'll stake you.

Yeah? I need 2300.

- What?

Something I just gotta take care of.

- Cobby, maybe?

Well, let him sweat. It'll do him good.

Cobby can spare a few pounds.

You can't owe money to a guy like him...

...a little loudmouth who bones you

when he isn't even trying to.

I don't get you, Dix.

I just can't be in Cobby's debt

and keep my self-respect.

All right.

I got a grand put away.

You can have that.

Maybe I can dig up 1300 more.

I guess it's all right to owe me, huh?

- I guess.

Yeah. It's just my luck.

Well, I'll get it tomorrow or bust a gut.

In the meantime, stay away

from the boulevard, especially at night.

By the way, they knocked over

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