Lucky Stiff Page #5

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keep an eye on Mr. Witherspoon?

Look, I can see you got this

whole situation under control.

I'll meet you down

in the casino.

Huh?

Vinnie!

Vinnie? Vinnie!

Big baby!

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ah, ah, ah.

Hello!

This will just take a minute.

Oh, no.

I thought you'd given up and gone to bed.

No. I was right behind you the whole time.

You were just too busy to notice.

Now...

Champagne, check.

Red roses, check.

- Pink satin sheets.

- - Check.

Only the best for you.

Absolutely. And now if you'll excuse me,

I'm going to the casino.

Aren't you taking him?

As you must know, Uncle hasn't

specified anything for himself tonight.

So I'm off to try out his infallible

system for roulette. On my own time.

Well, I'll just come with you to make

sure you play the right numbers.

Suit yourself.

Good night, Uncle Anthony.

Ah!

Oh, my God!

My boyfriend's back.

Ah! I look awful!

Look at my hair.

Oh, cleavage okay.

Glasses off!

Okay!

Okay, so I shot you.

But you cheated on me.

Can't we call it even?

No, no, no, no, please hear me out.

You are the only man

I ever loved.

And I am the only woman

who will ever make you happy.

Let's not throw that away, Tony.

Especially now.

We're in Europe Like we planned.

With the money!

And we've got the rest

Of our lives ahead of us.

Ah! Ha!

You got it. Continue.

Bravo, bravo.

Oh, my God!

Chips, chips, chips.

Et bonjour!

Place your bets, please.

How could you do this?

How could you stand there watching

little balls spin round and round

when there are world problems

that need solving?

You are the most selfish person

I've ever met.

Now you listen to me,

Miss Glick.

For the first time in my life,

my luck has changed.

I'm on a winning streak.

I'm not about to give up the

one and only chance I ever had.

Not to a pack of mangy, flea-ridden

mongrels, and certainly not to you.

Yeah!

Mr. Witherspoon.

This is a real gun in your ribs.

Be very, very quiet.

Who are you?

What do you want?

I want you to start moving towards

that door pushing my Tony.

- Your Tony?

- My dead Tony. Now move!

Rita!

What are you doing?

You're not wearing your glasses.

Is that a gun?

- This is Harry Witherspoon.

- Miss Glick, get ready to...

Lunatic!

- Are you crazy?

- You don't shoot a gun in a casino!

Don't fight me!

Help! He has a gun!

Oh, no, wait a minute!

Wait a minute! Wait!

Where is it?

Where are you?

Hurry, that woman was crazy!

Where's the key? Damn!

- That could be her.

- Quick!

Calm, just...

Okay, okay, okay. Calm down.

Please, God, let me

find my glasses!

That woman went into my room.

Security made a big mistake.

Just a misunderstanding.

I feel so silly.

Thank you so much.

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