Night and the City Page #2

and no complaints later.

Remember, if a gentleman wants to dance,

or if he wants you to sit with him...

your time costs anything

from a quid up.

But don't harp on money.

Be subtle.

Whatever he gives you, take it first,

look disappointed afterwards.

If a man offers you a Turkish cigarette,

tell him you only smoke Virginian.

If he's smoking Virginian,

then you'll smoke Turkish.

Oh, yes, chocolates.

Fancy boxes we sell at two pounds.

- Isn't two quid a bit steep for a box of chocolates?

- They're hand-dipped, deary.

When the night's up, I buy 'em back from you

for a third of what the gentleman paid.

Evening, Phil.

Well, need any help with that stuff?

- Where have you been, dear boy?

- Well, l-I've, uh--

Been having a pleasant holiday

at Cannes?

Or spending the weekend

at Windsor Castle?

- I've been ill.

- Oh! Tsk-tsk-tsk. Poor boy's been ill.

I read all about it

in the Times.

"Mr. Fabian,

it is reported...

"is suffiering from

a highly inflamed imagination...

coupled by

delusions of grandeur."

- Well, where's he been?

- Now, now, Helen. Mustn't be unkind.

- The dear boy's been at death's door.

- Tsk-tsk-tsk.

I'm glad to see

you're fully recovered.

- We were worried about him, weren't we, Phil?

- Indeed we were.

It's getting late. Time for "dear boy"

to get dressed and hop it.

"Hop it."

Take care of yourself, dear boy.

Hey, Harry. Three live ones.

What's it worth to you?

- Depends on how much you know.

- Depends on how much you'll go.

From Chicago.

Men's clothing business.

One of them, the half-pint, kept talkin' about

a friend of his called Lamont he must write to.

This here Lamont's in the motor supply business

in something he called "the loop."

- Good evening, sir.

- Good evening.

- The usual?

- If you please.

- It's good to have you back in London, sir.

- Thank you, Charles.

Good evening.

Uh-oh.

I beg your pardon. Does this wallet

belong to one of you gentlemen?

Why, no, it doesn't.

- Good evening, Mr. Fabian.

- Good evening, Emil.

Someone must have

dropped this.

- Soon come running for it, no doubt.

- Thank you, Mr. Fabian.

Happened to me once

back in the States.

Traveling from New York to San Francisco,

changed trains in Chicago.

- Darned if I don't lose my wallet.

- No!

Luckily I knew a chap in the loop--

motor supplies. Fella named Lamont.

- Lamont? Did you say Lamont?

- Why, yes.

- You mean Stubby Lamont?

- Why, yes!

- Well, what do you know? We were just talking about him!

- No!

- Oh, wait till I tell Stubby!

- Yes, just wait.

- It's like meeting someone from home.

- It's quite a coincidence.

- Yes! Have a cigarette.

- Yes, have a cigarette.

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