Full House Page #6

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you've got all the comforts of home.

I always manage

to keep a jug handy.

I'll get this glass

cleaned up a little bit.

Well, bring me

up to date.

You still doing

hotel work?

No, Johnny.

Police work.

Detective,

16th Precinct.

Well, what do you know?

Honor bright.

Well, you got

the right trainin'.

I still remember

Barney Woods...

best speller

in the third grade.

What about you, Johnny?

Still as restless as ever?

I manage to live.

We can't all be good spellers.

Here.

I'll trade you.

It's yours.

Mine's at home.

That was a good quartet, huh?

First prize we ever got-

four gold pencils.

- Wonder what happened to Doc's.

- I don't know.

But yours was on the floor

of the Norcross house.

- Pack your linen, Johnny.

Wait a minute, friend.

- I can still take you.

Now, get up.

Get out of that coat.

Throw it over here.

I always was born

a few minutes ahead of you, Barney.

Where'd you get

all this steam?

I knew you had a little trouble upstate,

a little bank work-

- But murder?

- Ring off! Ring off. Ring off.

Don't get sentimental about

some old guy neither of us ever met.

Gun or no gun, Johnny,

I'm gonna have to take you in.

Why? Why, huh?

You're the only one who could connect me

with that pencil.

That's right.

Then let's pretend

this is one you never heard about.

Sorry.

You ain't gonna take me in.

- Why?

- If you were me, you'd take me in.

But you ain't.

You're honor bright.

You're dumb

Barney Woods.

You've got a debt

to square.

Don't count on something

that happened that long ago.

It'll never be long ago

for you, Barney. Don't kid me.

It'll always be right now.

The backroom

of the Star-Union Hotel.

The hour and the night...

and the pail ofbeer

that caused it.

lt's in your eyes

right now-

- the trouble you were in.

You couldn't afford

to lose money you didn't have.

You were on probation.

You'd been a bad boy,

but people were willin'to forget about it.

After all,

it was just a slip.

But you couldn't

stand another one.

That state pen down at Harrisburg

was a little too close.

One more slip'd

get you a train ticket...

and a nice

new suit of clothes.

- Well, you made it that night.

You wrote out a check

for a thousand dollars you didn't have.

all the trouble you needed.

That's the size of it, Barney.

You were on your way up.

A loser.

And don't kid yourself.

You'd have stayed a loser.

'Cause once they make you

walk up an alley...

you'd never use

a front door again.

So I bailed you out.

You stammered and said you didn't know

when you could pay it back.

You stammered and said you didn't know

when you could pay it back.

l said, "I'll wait."

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