711 Ocean Drive Page #5

Eight.

Two.

and twenty on the bottom.

All set, Pop.

Let's test it once from the grandstand.

Officer, can you tell me

where the coffee shop is?

Right over the grandstand.

I say, officer...

You're just the man I was looking for.

My eyesight isn't too good.

I wonder.

Could you give me

the odds on this race?

Sure. Number 1, 8 to1

Number 1, 8 to 1

Number 2, 12 to 1

Number 3, 5 to 2

Number 4, 5 to 2

Number 5, 8 to 1

Number 6

2 to 1

Number 7, 20 to 1

Thank you, sir, thank you.

-Don't mention it.

This is the life, Sonny.

You put horses and radio together and

what do you get? Nothing but money.

You mean Vince's got it.

We're just a couple of hired hands.

I don't see him cutting you in.

That's because I'm the shy type.

I haven't asked him yet.

When the time comes, he'll put out.

About time for those dogs to get going.

Hey, they got Trudy.

The pigs just grabbed her.

They're taking her away.

Hey, Pop, take over.

They just pinched Trudy.

Sonny.

You see, child? You're dated.

From now on, the wire service

is strictly Superman stuff.

What happened?

They gave me the old heave-ho.

Warned me never to darken

their track again.

I guess that washes me out.

You don't know anybody who needs

a slightly used signaller, do you?

I'll put an ad in the paper for you.

I'm afraid I'm too much of a specialist.

Guess I should have married the boy

whose father owned the supermarket.

Uh-uh. I'm allergic to that word

if you don't mind.

Supermarket?

-No, marriage.

Makes me break out in a rash.

Don't worry. I won't be around long

enough to start you scratching.

Maybe you ought to stick around. Maybe

we can find something else for you to do

We?

-That's right, we.

You sound like someone who thinks he's

going someplace.

I'm not one to brag but...

Why don't you stick around and find out?

Might be interesting at that.

Look, Ma, one hand.

Keep calm, little man. Keep calm.

You sure it's all right to try it here?

Suppose the cops saw us?

All we're doing is using

their wire fence for an aerial.

If it works here,

it'll work at the racetrack.

This is a low frequency transmitter,

Vince.

I'm saving it for the day they

crack down on Pop.

With the dough I put into this stuff,

I could own a radio station.

With the dough you're making,

you could buy a network.

Let's have your leg, Chippie.

Hope you don't get electrocuted.

Always kidding...I hope.

Hey, what's that?

That spring needle sets up the circuit.

The wires on your leg run

to a low frequency carrier transmitter.

The batteries are in that case.

We put this telegraph key

in your right pants pocket.

I'm left-handed.

All right. Your left pants pocket.

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