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I'm shy a quarter.

Too rich for me.

Can I clean up

in here?

Yes.

No!

Queen.

Ace.

Hey, listen.

I'm the big loser here.

Somebody must be winning.

Crack it for a dime.

By me.

I'm in.

A deuce, I can't read it.

Pair of fours.

Pair of kings,

bets a quarter.

Oh, I'm out.

Good evening.

That's your light.

Give me a card.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Sorry to interrupt,

but which is the Examiner desk?

The what?

This is the pressroom,

isn't it?

So?

I'm Rudy Keppler.

I'm here to cover

the execution for the Examiner.

The Examiner?

How come?

What happened to Hildy?

Mr. Johnson is no longer

with the paper.

What do you mean?

He resigned.

Is this my place?

Resigned?

You're joking.

From what I heard, he's getting married

and moving to Philadelphia.

Come on, not Hildy.

I thought he was married

to Walter Burns.

He'll never

give him a divorce.

This place won't be the same

without Hildy.

Well, I would hope so.

I've always found him rowdy,

ill-mannered, and irresponsible.

But a hell of a reporter.

No contest.

That's why

I'm so nervous.

Following in his footsteps.

Being here

with all of you old pros.

Hey, I'll bet

you went to college.

School of Journalism?

How'd you guess?

University of Wisconsin,

Class of '27.

Oh, that was a good year.

We could sure use

some new blood around here.

That's for sure.

Hey, you play poker?

Cribbage is my game.

And a little auction bridge.

Don't worry.

We'll break you in.

That's very kind of you.

But right now,

is there any paper

around here?

Hey, Bensinger, why don't you give him

some of that pink stuff?

I think you're all being perfectly

beastly to this nice young man.

I've been lookin'

for you bums.

Hello, sweetheart.

Well, if it isn't

Miss Mollie Malloy.

Nooky-nooky.

How's the

old tomato can?

Go on, laugh,

damn you.

Hey, Mollie, those were pretty roses

you sent Earl Williams.

What do you want

done with them when he checks out?

He left

a 7:
00 a.m. call.

Bunch of wisenheimers,

ain't you?

Well, you know

what I think of you.

You gonna pay a call

on your boyfriend?

He's right across

the courtyard, Mollie.

I'm sure he'd rather

spend his last night with you

than with the chaplain.

If you was worth

breaking my fingernails on,

I'd tear your puss

wide open.

Would someone mind

introducing me to the lady?

Lady? Huh. Just get a whiff

of that perfume, Fleur de Floozy.

Bastards. All of you.

What are you

sore about, huh?

Wasn't that a swell write-up

we gave you?

I never said

I loved Earl Williams

and was willing to marry him

on the gallows.

You made that up.

Come on, you've been sucking

around that cuckoo

ever since he's been

in the death house.

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