Dial 1119 Page #2

I had a 23 year old niece, did you?

No.

Glad to have you around.

- You dress up the joint.

Thank you.

There, you see what I was telling you?

You keep an eye on her when I'm not here.

You never have to worry

about anything in here.

- You want the same?

- A little drier. That means not so sweet.

No, this is fine for me just now.

That's a smart girl. It's better to coast

a little while, that's right.

But, for me, Chuckles,

you haven't got bursitis.

Bend it this time.

Twenty-three.

Did I hit it right?

Well, most people think I'm 25.

You see, I have a lot responsibility

in my position.

And I guess that makes one seem older.

Of course, it does.

But that's your manner.

Intellect, self-possession.

But with your face...

Where are you going? It's early.

The old lady is waiting.

You've got nice shoulders.

I'll see you around.

Skip.

Skip.

Take it easy.

Well, do you think

I ought to come back?

Well, I know it won't speed things

but I wanna be there at the right time.

Yeah.

You're sure you've got the right number?

Tell Skip to get off that phone.

I wanna talk to him.

Leave him alone. He's busy.

He's having a baby.

- Freddy.

- Hi, Harry.

- Skip.

- Hi, Harry.

- Chuckles, a boilermaker.

- Sure.

Only not in here.

- You're not gonna die in my joint.

- Why? What's he got to live for?

Dismiss it. Stop annoying the customers.

The young lady never spoke truer words.

Yeah. Well, I'll listen to your troubles,

but you get a sherry flip.

Waiter.

Be right with you, sir.

Chuckles?

- What?

Hey, Chuckles, it's gone again.

Yeah.

More trouble than it's worth.

What's the sense of having

a television if you can't see it?

You mean anybody wants to?

I do. I like to watch them

beat each other's brains out.

Fourteen hundred bucks installed,

the guy charges me.

Push button picture control,

reflected image, 3 by 4 foot screen.

What do I get on it? Wrestlers, crumbs.

Hey.

What's this an orphan?

Don't belittle wrestlers, Chuckles.

They merely illustrate the society

in which we live. We're all wrestlers.

Everybody beats each other's brains out.

You know something, Harry?

You're extremely dull.

I'm sorry. I find you very exciting.

I was about to suggest that we wind up

this drunken evening together.

You couldn't go the distance.

Hey, Harry, it's for you.

That's a moot question. I'm not here.

There's been a killing at the bus terminal.

They want you there.

You haven't seen me.

Tell them I'm not here.

You'll get yourself fired.

That's impossible.

- What's the matter? You crazy?

- Stop annoying the customers.

I'm no longer a working member

of the fourth estate.

The city editor doesn't know it yet

but he'll be duly informed.

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