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l suppose now you wanna go to lunch?

- What the hell did l do?

- Just watch it.

(mouths)

Mr Julian? Mr Julian?

Where the fire, Mr Julian? Where the fire?

- Mr Julian?

- Nobody here, Dad.

Mr Julian must be. He always here.

Damned if l see him.

l hear the hook and ladder

and all the people toin' and froin',

but l can't discover the fire.

- You say you know where the fire is at?

- A hamburger shack down the street.

Thank you, sir.

(toilet flushes)

Well, l hope l didn't keep you waiting.

l guess l have to learn how not

to take a crap when the sirens go off.

All my boys are at the fire.

All volunteer firemen.

used to have a woman worked here

but... she quit.

Damn.

l have got to get

that surveillance equipment working.

We hooked it up for the insurance, but

the damn thing never has worked right.

Jesus Christ!

Lucky you wasn't a bank robber.

What could l do for you?

l'd like to open an account.

Of course.

Of course.

Always happy

to welcome a new customer.

Let me find a pen to write with here.

A pencil will do.

Now, was that checking or... savings?

Took your time, didn't you?

l'm going to lunch.

Why don't you give Gulick

a hand with that car out there?

The hell with that.

What the hell is the matter with you?

You got a grudge against the world?

Nope. l'm a car salesman.

When l want a job cleanin' cars,

l'll get one.

That may be a lot sooner than you think,

the rate you're going.

What are you, anyway? 35? 36? Huh?

Around there.

Well, you sure as hell

haven't set the world on fire so far,

or you wouldn't be

hangin' around a place like this.

Yeah, but l got ambition.

l figure if l stick around selling jalopies

for another 30, 40 years,

somebody'll give me a testimonial

and a $40 watch.

You wanna watch that stuff with Harshaw.

He's a good man, but got a temper.

ls that a fact?

Course, maybe he's got a reason.

(horn)

Hi. Can l help you?

l was just lookin' for George.

- George?

- Mr Harshaw.

l'm his wife.

You must be the new salesman.

Madox. Harry Madox.

Sorry, Mrs Harshaw,

but your husband's gone to lunch.

Oh, damn.

ls there something l can help you with?

Well, l hate to ask you.

l mean, you're workin' and all.

l'm not hurtin' myself.

Well, if you really wouldn't mind,

l've got some papers and clothes

that need unloadin'.

Sure. l'd be glad to.

Well, get in.

l have a pair of shoes like those.

l ought to wear 'em more often.

They seem to be more effective

than l remembered.

lt's awfully nice of you, especially since

George shouldn't carry heavy things.

- Why not?

- He didn't tell you? About his heart?

He's had two attacks already.

The doctor says he's got

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