The Strange Love of Martha Ivers Page #3

Come on, I've got to put into Iverstown

for repairs.

Next time, I pick me a guy

that don't fall asleep.

Welcome to Iverstown.

Well, maybe this time they mean it.

You got anybody here

to fix this wreck, mister?

Roll her in.

- $10 more, you don't make it.

- Bet.

- $5 more, you don't.

- Bet.

- $5 to you.

- Shoot.

- How long will it take, pop?

- Can't tell till we look her over.

- Come back tomorrow.

- Open game?

Nope.

- Four.

- Right back, little Joe.

- 20-10 no four.

- You got a bet.

Come on, Harry, make four.

- Seven. You shoot, Joe.

- Thanks.

Shooting 20.

- $10 more, you don't make it.

- $10, I do.

- $10 more, you don't make it.

- $10, I do.

- How much will it cost, pop?

- Won't know till it's done.

- Hey, now, look, I want to know now.

- Take it someplace else.

Welcome to Iverstown.

We interrupt this program of dinner music

to bring you a special broadcast...

in the interest of the re-election

of District Attorney Walter P. O'Neil.

- Leave that on, will you?

- Ladies and gentlemen...

it is with deep regret that we are forced to

announce that...

Mr. O'Neil will not be able to address

this citizens' forum tonight.

Mr. O'Neil was suddenly taken ill.

But we are fortunate to have

the best loved civic figure of Iverstown...

the gracious Mrs. O'Neil, here in the studio

tonight to speak for him.

Citizens of Iverstown,

the issues in this election are simple.

- That's enough of that malarkey.

- This Walter P. O'Neil...

isn't that the kid

that used to live on Sycamore Street?

- His father used to be a school teacher?

- Yeah, that's him.

- You know him?

- Yeah, I used to.

A little, scared kid on Sycamore Street.

Now he's running for the district attorney.

- What's the odds?

- On what?

- The election.

- No odds. No takers.

This is a sure bet, mister.

Gonna be re-elected. Gonna be governor.

And I'm making book right now

that some day he'll run for president.

Gonna be whatever his wife

wants him to be.

- Some gal. Who'd he marry?

- You from this town?

- Used to be.

- You ought to know her then.

Old lady Ivers' niece.

- Martha Ivers?

- Yep.

Came into the whole works

after the old lady died.

Well, what do you know?

What do you know about that? Martha Ivers.

I don't know. You still look like

a scared, little kid, to me.

- Hello, Gallagher.

- Hey, wait a minute!

- Do I know you?

- Sure.

I'm the guy who tossed a rock

through that window once.

- And you're the guy who chased me.

- lf I chased you, I'll bet I caught you.

Come to think of it, I believe he did.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- You live here?

- Used to.

- Who runs this place?

- Lady, the name of Mrs. Burke.

- She's not home.

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