The Front Page #6

Well-Well, soon.

Soon is soon.

Tomorrow, the day after.

Wha-Danny,

what are you mad about?

It's a promise. Trust me.

Come on, Myer.

Jesus, I'm still an unknown.

What am I talking about?

Five thousand, probably.

You're making as much as I am.

That's how much you know.

Where's taxes and agents?

I got to buy books and paper...

Money goes through you

like Epsom salts.

You're a sick individual.

I'll pay you back.

I just sold another script.

Don't play me

for a sucker, Howard.

A man earns

and he still borrows?

First you pay back what you owe.

My dad's in the study.

You want a drink?

Me? No, thanks.

You look tired.

Yeah, this was a tough one.

Sh*t, they're all tough.

But it turned out good, I think.

Yeah? You really

work hard, don't you?

It's a terrible thing,

that blacklist.

You know, you having

to work like this.

I always work like this.

To work.

I was thinking, there must be

a lot of writers

who are blacklisted.

So how do they get along?

Why?

I don't know.

You know, it must be hard.

Yeah, it's hard.

You know, it's funny.

I got them so snowed.

I mean, two writers

wouldn't be any harder than one.

Oh, yeah? You think not?

What do you have to know?

It's a cinch.

Why not three?

Yeah, even three.

10% each.

Well, I don't know.

I could do three for 25%.

Well, I wouldn't want you

to feel cheated.

All right, make it 10% each.

Oh. What's the matter?

You don't think that's fair?

Oh, no, I think it's a bargain.

Hey, I got the time.

You know writers who need help.

I'm willing to help.

Oh, cut the crap, Howard.

Why? I'm running around

every place.

I got to take taxis.

You know, I got

to keep up appearances.

You want the money.

Come on, I'm offering a deal.

What, are you

some kind of romantic?

You know, that's

the trouble with leftos.

You got a thing about money.

You want the deal?

I want it, but I know you.

You're going to take off

and fly right up your own ass.

I'm willing to help.

Take advantage.

All I can say, Howard,

is thanks.

Yeah, it's no trouble.

I'm a Communist, Howard.

I want you to know that

right off the bat.

The Committee asked me,

I took the Fifth.

It's none of their business,

but I'm telling you.

It's none of my business.

Well, I think you should know

who you're fronting for.

I don't have to know.

They're trying to sell

the Cold War, Howard.

They're using the blacklist

against anyone who won't buy.

Herb, he doesn't need a lecture.

I'll send you some pamphlets.

I'll break your arm.

Leave him alone.

He knows who he's mixed up with.

Who's mixed up?

What Herb means is

we're not blacklisted

because we're kind

to dumb animals

or because somebody

lied about us

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