The Walking Dead Page #2

- Some woman in the case, wasn't there?

- It was my wife.

- I struck a man, I didn't mean to kill him.

- Sure, sure.

- Well, what can I do for you?

- I want a job, Mr. Loder.

I'm a musician, and a good one too.

Look, I'Il... I'll show you.

That's fine.

I said, that's fine. Cut it out.

Why, you don't look like

you could hold a job if you got one.

You ought to go away somewhere,

get a fresh start.

I know, but I haven't any money.

- If you could lend me some?...

- You guys are all alike.

I can pay it back

just as soon as I get a job.

- Sure, that's what they all say.

- But they said you'd help me.

Sako, get him out of here.

This way.

Got a light, buddy?

Hmm. Thanks very much.

Kind of tough running out of matches.

Say, I remember your face.

Name's on the tip of my tongue.

Aren't you John Ellman,

the fellow they railroaded to prison?

Yes.

Wait a minute, buddy.

I knew I'd seen you someplace before.

John Ellman. Huh.

- How are things going for you?

- Not so good.

It's tough going after a stretch, isn't it?

How long you been out?

- Two weeks.

- Say, you look kind of cold.

How about coffee to warm you up, huh?

- Sure.

- Draw two, Mike.

Yes, sir, two cups of coffee.

That's right.

If you're having tough luck,

I may be able to help you out.

That's very kind of you.

- Could you use a good job?

- Well, what sort of a job?

Oh, it's on the up-and-up.

Sort of detective work.

I need a man to watch the house

of Judge Roger Shaw.

Judge Shaw?

- Why, he's the man who sent me to prison.

- He did?

- Well, ha, ha, isn't this a small world?

- Well, just what would I have to do?

He's been playing around a little

and his wife wants some evidence.

- I've got to get a man to watch his house.

- Oh, I don't think I could do that.

All you've got to do is watch his house.

Take notes as to when he arrives,

and when he leaves.

Now, there's nothing wrong in that,

is there?

- Well, no, I guess not.

- That's the stuff.

Imagine, Dr. Beaumont keeping this heart

pumping for over two weeks.

I wish he'd do something

about making your heart pump.

Don't be funny.

Jimmy, how many more years of payments

before this ring is really ours?

- Only a few. Is this sterilized?

- Yes. Only a few?

At the rate you're going,

it will probably be 20.

It may not be more that 18.

Oh, ha, ha, Jimmy.

- Are we going out tonight?

- Yes, if I can get away.

He can't keep you.

He's lecturing at the institute.

Tell him you're taking me out.

There he is now.

Jimmy?

- Do you love me?

- Yes, of course. Why?

Why don't you say so sometimes?

That's saying it.

- Here's the solution, doctor.

- Huh?

Oh, thank you.

Pretty girl, Nancy.

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