Angels Over Broadway Page #3

...and price tags for souls.

Will you join me, sir?

lt is the custom here

for the dead to drink...

...heavily.

Allow me to present my credentials, sir,

as a fellow cadaver.

lm being divorced by my wife

whom l love dearly...

...in my own nasty way.

l was disemboweled by another woman.

l have written three bad plays in a row...

...and next year lll write a worse one.

l have neither a home, a single hope...

...nor a shred of curiosity left.

Bankrupt and broke.

lve destroyed myself in becoming famous.

l am no longer a man, Mr. Engle.

lm an epitaph over an ash can.

And now, sir...

...whats your story?

You appeal to me.

Theres something innocent about you.

No, l dont mean really innocent.

-You mean a little dumb.

-Not dumb, just good-natured.

Yes, lm very good-natured.

-No kidding, where you from?

-Brooklyn.

-Where are you from?

-Me?

l fell out of a policemans whistle

in Times Square.

Having fun?

Yes, its fun dancing with someone

who knows everybody.

Come on.

-Gee, its wonderful here.

-Sit down.

-You think lm a big shot, dont you?

-Not necessarily.

l could sell you a penthouse of mink coats,

then youd never see me again.

Just another dream that never came true.

-Youd fall for that, wouldnt you?

-Not necessarily.

l wont keep you in suspense, Miss Barona.

l aint a millionaire.

-No penthouse?

-No penthouse...

...and no carfare.

This is a big disappointment to me,

Mr. OBrien.

The sorrow is all mine, lady.

Millions, millions everywhere,

and not a cup of coffee.

Do you want to make some real dough?

lt depends.

Maybe lm the sap,

but lm going to let you in.

-Oil wells?

-No, no kidding.

Theres a seven rolling for me tonight,

and l could use a partner.

Here, sit here.

Did you ever hear of Dutch Enright?

The gangster?

What do you mean, gangster?

The gambler.

Dont you ever read anything?

Runs the biggest poker game in town.

Didnt you hear about the chump

who lost his hotel on four nines?

Got in all the columns.

So what?

lm the guy who steered him up there

and got a grand for my cut.

Dont get excited. That was five months

ago and all l got left is this suit.

-lts very becoming.

-Save the jokes, now, this is serious.

lm thinking of taking Engle up there

tonight.

Whats the oh for?

Hes stuffed with dough, aint he?

ls he?

A money tramp. l happen to know.

Sorry.

Whats the difference

if he gets took for a little?

A guy like that can afford to lose...

...and besides, he gets a kick out of

meeting important people.

You want to help?

l dont see what use l would be

in that direction.

All you got to do is play up to him a little.

When he starts to get personal,

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