Hard Times

Third refill costs a nickle.

Tip.

Twenty-five? Got it.

175 left.

Nobody wants to bet against my hitter?

I might as well sell tickets.

- I've got 3 on my side.

- I've got 10.

- Biggies... Anybody?

- I've got 30.

Real spenders we've got here...

You had your chance.

We're ready over here.

Remember, anything goes,

but no hitting when somebody's down.

Do you want it?...

Go get him.

Get in there!

Get in there!!

Come on, get up!

I think I can do

about six more of those.

And a couple of lemons, too.

- Start any time, pal.

- Chaney.

- So what?

- We can make some money.

I'm all ears.

- You set up that business tonight?

- It happens all the time.

Help yourself.

- You've been down the long, hard road?

- Who hasn't?

- Jail?

- Are you a policeman?

I just like to know

where a man comes from.

You look a little past it.

Besides, I already got a hitter.

- Yes, I saw him.

- He laid down on me tonight.

Every time you go to a bar,

somebody thinks he's tough.

But they all come to Speed for

the dough-re-mi. He's a bum, I lose.

I don't want your dough.

I've got six bucks and nothing else.

You bet it.

My old friend Speed is back

with another potential winner.

My old friend Speed is back

with another potential winner.

Anybody want to bet on this man?

I'll give two to one... three to one.

Come on, odds like that

do not come around every day.

I guess you boys aren't

as slow as he is.

There's $150 in the pot.

I've got another $150 for anybody

who expects a repeat. What do I hear?

Got it. I'll take it all. Anybody else?

- You got 15 more. Are you betting that?

- You're on.

Wait, we've got another six.

It's all we've got.

I did my part, he's all yours.

Hey, Pops, you're a little old for this,

aren't you?

Like everything else in this world,

it takes money to make money.

Here's your 12...

Another 10, just to have some fun on.

We'll work out a deal later.

Plenty more where that came from.

We don't have to worry about that.

Now, New Orleans...

Speed's coming home.

A little taste?

No?

- Hello, Sugarplum.

- How did it go, Speedy?

A rough start, but a fast finish.

- How much?

- Even.

Always be pleasant around strangers.

This is Chaney.

Gayleen Schoonover,

my permanent fiance.

- Pleased to meet you, Mr Chaney.

- There she is, let's go.

- I'll say goodbye right here.

- Wait, we've got some plans to make.

- I want to feel my way around the city.

- What about our partnership?

- I don't like to rush things.

- What?

Always be pleasant around strangers.

Will we see you again, Mr Chaney?

I might turn up.

- Don't forget:
Number 11, Dolphin Street.

- Who was that guy?

I'll tell you who he was...

Money on the hoof.

It looks rougher than it is.

You get a lot of sun.

Fix the place up, it could be real nice.

I've got some furniture

down in the storage room you can use.

No, I like it the way it is.

A buck and a half a week.

In advance.

Mind if I sit down?

Would you like to talk...

or just sit?

What's your name?

- Who are you waiting for?

- Someone who'll buy me a cup of coffee.

Have mine.

You live around here?

- Didn't take you long to get to that.

- Maybe I can walk you home.

Not likely.

A girl had two choices in my home town:

Stay and be bored

or move out and take your chances.

- How has your luck been running?

- How can you ask? Look how I'm living.

- I've seen worse.

- Depends on what you're looking for.

How about you?

I don't look past the next bend

in the road. Want me to come in?

No... It's not that easy.

I've got a husband in jail.

No job and no prospects.

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