The Honeymoon Machine Page #2

could do to you for this?

Jason, just answer my question

can Max do it?

Yes or no?

Newton couldn't do it.

Einstein couldn't do it.

A million geniuses with

slide rules couldn't do it.

But this fellow can do it.

Well, then.

Hello, Max.

What are the facts?

Holy cow.

What a layout.

In the bedroom, my good

fellow, thank you.

Hello, room service, please,

servizio Romeo grazie.

Fergie, are

we going to live here?

Why?

Is it big enough?

Don't the furnishings

meet with your approval?

I don't know.

It kind of looks like a place

I'd promised

my wife I'd stay out of.

I'd say one thing, this

sightline was made to order.

Beau, set up the blinker; We'll

give Max a trial flash.

Servizio Romeo?

Suite 4-6.

Would you please send up

two bottles of scotch,

two bourbon, two vodka, one gin,

one vermouth, one cognac.

If I have any afterthoughts,

I'll give you a buzz.

Grazie.

One afterthought might

be a liquor license.

Who's going to pay

for all of that?

My friends, it's about time we

started living in a style

in which we are about to become

accustomed.

Here you go, my good fellow.

Beau, let me have

a little cash, will you?

How much?

That'll do.

Buy yourself a gondola?

Grazie, signor.

Mille grazie.

Well, you gave

that man 6,000 lire.

Piddling $7.

$9 and 57.68 cents.

So? He'll remember us.

He might even remember us at

the court-martial.

You can't be

court-martialed but I can.

And I'm getting worried.

Frankly, I'd like to pull out of

this whole deal right now.

Beau!

I'm going to save

you from yourself.

I won't let you pull out.

Why?

Because you're

my friend, that's why.

And because you got

$300, that's why.

I figured it wasn't

all sentiment.

Jas, how's the power supply?

110 volts in, 24 out.

Right on the nose.

All set up? Anytime.

All yours, Mr. Gilliam.

You may fire when ready.

I'm ready.

We've got him!

Of course, we've got him.

"Code, 7" what is it?

Computer clear.

Max awaiting your data.

Tell him to stand by

for further orders.

That's a good man

you got out there, jas.

Now all you have to do is

scoot over to the casino.

Watch the wheel.

When you got enough dope,

phone me here.

I'll shoot

the numbers out to Max.

Beau will join you as soon

as he gets into his civvies.

My civvies?

You brought them, didn't you?

Yeah, but I won't

wear them, Fergie.

I beg your pardon?

Well, you saw the duty

board this morning.

We were specifically

ordered to wear whites.

Any officer caught ashore

in his civvies

is going

to have his tail in a sling.

And it was signed by

admiral Fitch himself.

Old foghorn.

Fergie, we agreed not to break

any regulations

we didn't have to.

But we have to.

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