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But you can't be broke on Tuesday.

Have you been gambling again?

No, I'll tell you. It's like this.

It all gets back to man's best friend,

the horse.

Which one has been the crow-bait

that you bet on this time?

Midnight.

I thought that was the name of the nag

but it was only the time of its due end.

Well, let me finish this.

I'm so hungry I could eat a horse.

If you'd only done that before the race

you might have saved my 50 bucks.

Where was I?

$12.697.

How did you happen to remember that?

When a guy like Carson makes that

kind of dough it's not easy to forget.

Oh, but that's not money.

That's square feet of a building.

Is that why you have dollar signs

in front of it?

If you'd keep your nose out of my business

I could finish this.

What are you doing there?

Just a little trinket I picked up

for you.

Oh, Willie, you darling.

A bracelet.

How lovely.

Oh, it's nothing. Just a little thing

I had Tiffany's run up for you.

I've never seen such gorgeous diamonds.

Emeralds, fathead.

Oh, yes, so they are.

But you really shouldn't have.

It's nothing, nothing.

Just a trifle.

You know, if that plug Midnight had been

hitting on four legs instead of three...

I might have made enough money

to put a down payment on a...

well, on a diamond ring.

Only I couldn't have worn it.

Maybe you could have gotten it...

on account

of my not knowing any other woman.

For that you get another bracelet.

And if you don't get around quitting

Mr Carson pretty quick

that's the kind of bracelet

you're going to be wearing.

But it's not so easy quitting, Bill.

Do you suppose you could afford

to buy me a cocktail

before I treat myself to dinner?

Sure.

Stick your tongue out.

Ink on my nose again?

Hm-hmm.

Ever tried keeping books with a pen?

All right.

Thank you.

Who is it?

Andrews.

What's the matter? You on the hot?

Carston put the finger on me.

That's tough. But you can't win

all the time in any racket.

And you can only lose once

on this one.

So I guess we haven't any squaw coming

when we know we're gonna be finished.

Anything you want me to do for you?

He isn't gonna finish me, see?

I'm taking a boat tonight to South America.

He won't find me down there.

Don't be a sucker and take that dough

with you

because you're not gonna make the boat.

I'm out of here through the skylight.

Yeah, front door, back door,

or skylight, you're walking into it.

I can't stay here.

They'll come after me.

Walking into it is easier than

waiting for it.

They can't put the heat into me.

I'll get through them some way.

Listen, Jake, you gotta help me.

Help me!

Helping you would be helping myself

to a handful of clouds.

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