The Iceman Cometh Page #2

what to do about him.

He called up

his old lady's lawyer,

like he always does

when Willie gets licked.

You remember,

they used to send down

a private dick

to give him

the rush to a cure.

But the lawyer

tells Harry nix.

The old lady is off of Willie

for keeps this time,

and he can go to hell.

(grunting)

There's a consolation

he hasn't got far to go.

Ahhhh!

It's a goddamned lie!

Nix, nix!

Oh, papa!

Hey, you, nix!

Cut out the noise!

Oh, Jesus, papa!

Shhh!

Cut out the...

Who's that yelling?

Willie, boss,

the Brooklyn boys

is after him.

Then why don't you give

the poor fella a drink

and keep him quiet?

Bejees, can't I get a wink

of sleep in my own back room?

Listen to the blind-eyed

old bastard, would you?

He give me strict orders

not to let Willie

hang up no more drinks,

no matter what...

What's that?

I can't hear ya.

You're a cockeyed liar.

Never refused a drink

to anyone

needed bad in my life.

Told you to use

your judgment!

You're too busy

thinkin' up ways to cheat me.

And I ain't as blind

as ya think.

I can still see

a cash register, bejees.

Oh, sure boss,

swell chance

of foolin' you.

I'm wise to you

and your sidekick, Chuck.

Bejees, you're burglars,

not barkeeps!

You'd steal the pennies

of your dead mother's eyes.

I'll fire both of you.

No one never played

Harry Hope for a sucker.

No one but everybody.

The least you could do

is keep things quiet.

Give me a drink,

Rocky.

Harry said

it was all right.

God, I need a drink.

Then grab it,

it's right under your nose.

Thank you.

When!

When!

I didn't say

"Take a bath!"

Jees, look!

He's killed

a half pint or more!

Leave him be,

the poor devil.

(belches)

A half pint of

that dynamite in one swig

will fix him for a while,

if it doesn't kill him.

All right by me,

it ain't my booze.

Who-whose booze?

Give me some!

Where's Hickey?

What time is it,

Rocky?

Getting near time

to open up.

Time you begun

to sweep up in the bar.

Never mind the time.

If Hickey ain't come,

it's time Joe

went to sleep again.

Hey...

I got a idea!

Say, Larry,

what about

that young guy, Parritt?

Come look you up last night

and rented a room.

He's upstairs asleep.

No hope there, Joe,

he's broke.

Me and Rocky

know different.

He had a roll when he

paid you his room rent.

Didn't he, Rocky?

Yeah, he flashed it

like he forgot

and then

tried to hide it quick.

He did, did he?

Yeah.

I figured

he don't belong,

but he said he was

a friend of yours.

He's a liar!

Ah, it's true, his...

his mother and I

were friends

a few years ago

on the coast.

Did you read in the papers

about that

bombing on the coast

where a few people

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