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My record doesn't need

defending by anybody.

Bye, John. Pull thejob

without him and write me...

when you're back in stir

so I'll know where you are.

Hold it. All right. I'll tell you what.

I'll consider using him, okay?

- His nerves are now steel.

- I'll get to work making some calls.

Are you happy?

The kid's peeing on me.

Hey, everything okay?

Hello, Stan.

Hey, what do ya say, Ma?

Hey, look what

I bought. Brand-new.

- "What is it?"

- Daytona Speedway... in stereo.

Oh, play it for me, Stan.

I could use a little cheering.

Okay, Ma?

Uh, a little more treble, Stan.

What?

- Treble.

- Treble, right.

Yeah?

Who? I can't hear.

Hey, Kelp! What do ya say?

All right. We go into the

top half of the seventh inning.

Mets on top of the Dodgers.

Score three to one.

Rather exciting game

this evening...

on a very, very hot evening

here in New York.

104 degrees.

We don't have the humidity.

- Good to see you back.

- Anybody here yet?

One fellow. A draft beer.

I don't think I knew him.

You're a double

Jack Daniel's straight up.

- Surprised you remember.

- It's the only way

to make it in this business.

Customer relations. Once I got

your drink, you're mine for life.

- Murch?

- Dortmunder?

- What do ya say?

- Hi.

- How ya doin'?

- You're early.

Yeah. I made good time.

You know, instead of goin'

all the way around the Belt...

I went up Rockaway Parkway

and over Eastern Parkway

to Grand Army Plaza.

Then right up Flatbush Avenue

to the Manhattan Bridge...

and up Third Avenue, pbbt,

through the park at 79th Street.

There's a Pinch bottle and Perrier

out there asking for Kelp.

If he calls himself Greenberg,

send him on in.

Sure. Kelp takes

his Jack Daniel's with soda.

Next time around, gimme

a bottle of salt, will ya there, pal?

You know at night you can

make better time that way

than if you went...

all the way around the Belt,

through the Battery Tunnel,

up the Westside Highway?

I never knew that.

- The bartender said

to bring salt to the draft.

- Yeah, right here, pal.

- Rollo said you had the bottle. Oh.

- Right here.

- Hey!

- Hey, you're early. Huh?

Hey, Allan Greenberg,

this is John Dortmunder.

- Pleasure.

- Stanley Murch, Allan Greenberg.

- I'll get your chair, Al.

Sit right down.

- Al.

- Thank you.

- Okay.

Huh.

Dortmunder's open for questions.

Yeah, I was thinking...

We get 150 a week

till we do the job, right?

Then why do we ever do the job?

Because we'll only get

a few weeks out of Amusa and

I'd rather split the 100,000.

- Right.

- Equal splits?

Yeah. I don't work

any other way.

There's gonna be need for a lot

of preparation and surveillance.

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