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tomorrow night then.

How was I? Okay. He's hooked.

Come on, change your duds.

We're late.

Why don't you tell me

what this is all about?

Talk takes time.

Hurry up.

I'll be right back.

If this is a snatch, don't

take me over the state line.

Miss Graham,

Senator Burnett.

Senator?

So you're the mystery.

No mystery about me. Just a hick

lawyer the voters got stuck with.

- Miss Graham get the job?

- Yeah, and I think Gates is hooked.

I shouldn't wonder.

I am too.

Now, Senator,

I have a boyfriend.

And she don't mean me.

Well, good-bye.

Do senators usually have

conferences in automobiles?

Hotels have walls and walls

sometimes have Dictaphones.

Oh.

Know about my committee?

Read the papers?

Mm, movie columns,

gossip columns, football.

How about your history books?

Remember Benedict Arnold?

Sure. The first

all-American heel.

There's a handful of those heels

in this country today.

And they're powerful enough

to sabotage our defense.

We're trying to expose

them. It's okay by me.

My committee thinks

Gates is one of them.

Him?

The nightclub angel?

In the daytime, he's an

executive at Nitro Chemical.

In between times,

he's been seeing men...

that are suspected

of being foreign agents.

Yet our investigators

can't turn up anything definite.

- And that's where I come in?

- Will you give it a try?

Well, it isn't exactly like

deciding to go to a beauty parlor.

Ooh. Worried about

the boyfriend?

I don't know what he'll think when

he sees me with four other fellas.

I don't either. But if you go through

with this, you can't tell anybody,

not even him.

What do I do?

Can I show you

somethin'?

How much? $8.98. Isn't it beautiful?

It's one of our best numbers.

What size you lookin' for?

I've got all si... A girl

named Annie will be down for it.

Give her the change.

Mama.

Mama!

Mama, I just made a sale. The dress in

the window to a man! Can you imagine?

That dress?

Hey, Mama.

Mama, the number.

Oh, Mama.

I feel sick.

Are you sure?

Look.

Come on!

Come on, folks!

I'll be about five minutes.

If you need me, honk. Right.

Hurry, hurry, hurry. Over

here. Step up! Play the scale.

Eight shots, 10 cents.

Win a carton of cigarettes.

Come on, step up!

Hi, angel cake.

Hello, Michael.

Got some good news

for you, sugar. Me too.

Hello, Slukey my friend.

You're no friend of mine.

Go on, take the cigarettes.

Why bother to shoot?

What a beefer! I've only been

coming here once every other day.

That's twice too occasional.

Load for me, sugar, and

start with your news.

You don't know it,

but I'm in a big rush.

What do you mean, rush? Our

date's for the whole afternoon.

It was.

That's my good news.

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