Two Smart People Page #3

because to your

unimaginative little brain

the whole deal

wasn't worth more than 20.

- You don't have a cent coming.

- You've got a bad memory, Ace.

Not bad enough.

I can't seem to forget you.

You do forget.

I know people who are

interested in those bonds.

You wouldn't be thinking

of squealing, would you, Fly?

I might be.

It's up to you.

It's very unethical.

Get out.

(Feletti) 'I'm not getting

out, and I'm not kidding.'

[c*cks gun]

I don't doubt that you're

stupid enough to use that.

But may I point out that I'd be

of no possible good to you dead.

You can never get

the bonds then, Mr. Feletti.

Neither could you, Mr. Connors.

You have a point there.

[door opens]

Well.

Hello, Ace.

Hello, Bob.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't

know I was butting in.

Not at all, Mr. Feletti,

Mr. Simms.

- Mr. Simms' from New York.

- Hello.

Mr. Feletti was just

running along anyway.

Say, haven't we met

someplace before?

No, I don't think so.

Glad to know you.

I'll keep in touch

with you, Connors.

Sure. I'm always glad

to see an old friend.

Always.

- Drink?

- Ah, no, thanks.

Ha ha, sit down.

Make yourself comfortable.

Thanks.

Well..

...well, it's been

a long chase, Connors.

Mm-hmm,

certainly has.

You had fun?

I know a lot of other ways

I'd rather spend my time.

Such as working on that place

in the country

you're always talking about.

Why is that every cop wants

to end up on a chicken farm?

Well, green things growing

shade, maybe

a fishing stream nearby.

Anyway, it won't be long now.

This will probably be

my last assignment.

As a matter of fact,

it may be mine.

Yes.

Well, you've had

a long run, Connors.

It's too bad you had to slip up.

Everybody has to slip up some

time, and that was a nice deal..

So I understand.

Where you got it, now?

[laughing] Right in this room,

waiting for you to find it.

Hmm, I'll take a look around

after I've booked you.

I'm sorry, Bob.

But you're not booking me.

What's the stall, Connors?

It better be good.

There's no stall.

Pardon me.

'Western Union, please.'

Take a wire to J.D. Staunton

Republic Hotel, New York.

Deal entirely acceptable.

Will arrive on the 11th.

Regards.

Signed, Connors.

Thank you.

So you made a deal, ah?

Who wouldn't?

I'll get one to ten,

be out in five.

At which time, I should have

half a million dollars in bonds.

Which isn't a bad salary

even for selling mailbags.

No.

Now, $100,000 a year.

That's more than

a President gets.

Oh, I hadn't thought

of it that way.

Assuming that you

can hang on to the bonds.

Assuming that I have

them to hang on to.

Assuming that you do.

Won't the surety company

want their bonds back?

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