Little Miss Marker

Hello, boys.

Hi, Steve.

This is Doc Chesley, my

veterinarian. Hi, Doc.

I want to get right

to the point, boys.

My horse Dream Prince is entered in

the last race at Ascot this afternoon.

I'll send him out to lose if you pay me

a thousand dollars each. Why would we?

You want me to draw ya

a diagram?

The horse loses, you don't have to pay the

bets people have made with ya, and you clean up.

Why pay a thousand dollars?

Might lose anyway.

He won his last two races on dope.

He can win again today on dope.

Why don't you dope him?

You tell him, Doc.

If we give Dream Prince a

speedball today, he'll win the race,

but it'll kill him.

He'll be dead

an hour or two later.

You sentimental about Dream Prince,

Steve? No, I'm short of cash.

I haven't got enough to make a big bet,

so I can't afford to kill him today.

That's your tough luck.

I ain't kicking in.

How much is bet on him in your

book room? Between 1,000 and 2,000.

- And you?

- Thirty-five hundred.

- Sixteen hundred.

- Two grand.

- Eighteen hundred.

- Nearly 5,000.

I'm not in this racket

for my health.

I see a chance to clean up

10,000 by letting my horse lose.

I want that 10,000,

and I want it now!

Or I'll send Doc Chesley back

and let him shoot the speedball.

But you said it'd kill him. It

will, but he'll win the race.

And you saps will pay off to your customers.

I'll give ya three seconds to figure it out.

Looks like you

figured it out for us.

How we gonna know he ain't

gonna double-cross us?

I hear tell, when you was a

bootlegger, you pulled some fast ones.

Now get this straight.

That horse better lose today.

I'm running this nightclub

and racing horses.

You know where to find me.

Okay, I'm in.

You can count me in too.

I'll buy it,

if you do something for us.

Send out a phony report that you're

making a bet on your own horse to win.

Take it on the lam

and spread it around.

Tell 'em I'm betting

10,000 on him. Right!

That'll double your play

on the horse.

Hey. The boss is bettin'

10,000 on Dream Prince to win.

Yeah?

What's holding you up,

Sorrowful?

That's a lot of dough.

Come on. Dig.

So this is what you call

muscling into the race racket, eh?

Putting the race racket

on a business basis.

Yeah. Givin' us

the business.

Hello, tightwad.

Hi, gold digger.

Hello.

Hello, baby.

Why the rush act? We goin'

places? How'd you guess it?

Where? Over to Fifth Avenue

to pick up that bracelet.

Dream Prince. Ten on the

nose. Ten on the nose.

Initials, please. F.A.

Next. Five to win on Dream Prince.

Sorry, Eddie. We ain't

takin' any markers.

Ask Sorrowful! Sorrowful's not in. Next.

One dollar,

Dream Prince to show.

I said "to show"!

Listen, Sorrowful, I wanna

go for a fin on Dream Prince.

You take the I.O.U.

Till after the race.

Eddie, I dropped into the poorhouse last

visitin' day and conditions were terrible.

The place was so overcrowded

they were sleeping on the floor.

Who was? Bookmakers that used

to take markers! Now, scram!

How about lending us

a loan of two bucks, huh?

Tack on your heels

and walk.

Hello, Boss.

How's it comin'?

All of a sudden,

everybody's on Dream Prince.

Somebody must be

in on the know.

Results of the fourth race

at Blue Field's.

Cold Cuts, first,

ten to one.

Easy Lady, second,

two to one.

Mother O'Mine, third,

even money.

I copped 50 bucks on Cold Cuts.

How about paying me now?

You know we pay

at 4:
00, Bennie.

I know, but I just

thought I'd ask.

I want to bet $20

on Dream Prince to win.

- Not with an I.O.U.

- But I've already lost over $500 with you.

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