Hard Times Page #4

who's the lucky lady?

Have a real big time now, you hear.

- Who is it?

- Chaney.

- What do you want?

- I thought you might like to come out.

- You treat me to a champagne breakfast?

- Whatever you feel like.

It's 5 am.

Christ, I barely know you.

But would you like to?

I guess I can make you some coffee.

You haven't gotten around to

telling me what you do.

It's something people generally ask.

- Worried I can't pay the check?

- No.

I'm worried because

you never answer any questions.

Now, tell me. How do you make money?

I knock people down.

- You mean like a prize-fighter?

- No, they're pick-up fights.

The money is made on bets.

It's something I do just for a while.

Funny way to make a living.

Better than working at the bus station

changing tyres for two bucks a day.

What does it feel like

to knock somebody down?

It makes me feel a hell of a lot better

than it does him.

That's a reason?

There's no reason about it.

Just money.

Hello Chick! Good to see you.

This is a private gathering.

You're not invited.

You remember Mr Poe...

This'll only take one minute.

You remember those special numbers

you quoted me on that three to one?

- I'll take you up on that bet.

- First you have to have $3,000.

Otherwise it's just

an academic question.

You want to count it?

Okay, you're on.

- Hello, Doty.

- Speed.

- We haven't seen you around town.

- I've been busy.

You're doing anything in the eighth?

A man who can afford a shoeshine

ought to be able to pay his debts.

I have to keep up appearances.

The way we figure it, you're overdue.

Overdue for what? You're pushing me?

You'll get your money.

Sure we will.

I've got $200 I'll lay on you right now.

Steal it.

Sell your sister. Borrow it.

Get it all. Now!

I need some time, a couple of days.

Two days and everything's working.

Come on, two days.

- That had better be a promise.

- You can bank on that.

Quite a few unfortunate fighters busted

their knuckles on that hard head of his.

That's it. Time. All bets in.

Hey, old man. I'll end it for you.

Keep smiling while you still have lips.

- When he's done, I'm coming after you.

- You'll only be coming after a doctor.

Jesus. $9,000 in the man's hand...

Enough to take your breath away.

Get them going.

We're ready over here.

Come on, Chaney, goddammit.

You're pretty good.

My, my, look at that,

lying there like a dead man.

Should we call for an ambulance or a

hearse? No, let's get a wheel barrow.

You've always had

an unfortunate way of putting things.

Nothing personal, Chick.

Look at that.

I got a message from Chick Gandil.

He wants a drink with us.

- You handle it, I'm not interested.

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