The Pawnbroker Page #5

Peanuts.

You think?

Peanuts.

Try $5,000, man,

'Cause that's what Mr. Nazerman

Must've put in his safe.

Is he here?

Can't he sleep again

tonight, tessie?

Is that why he came here,

To bring joy to his

dead friend's wife?

Shut the door, tess.

Close the door

And shut me off from

the two of you.

Shut me off from the

land of the dead.

He'll never forgive us

For sleeping together, Sol.

To him, I'm still Reuben's wife.

Honey?

You like me, huh?

Oh, honey, you know

why you do that?

'Cause you and me, honey,

When that happens,

You and me can't

be nothin' better.

He's asleep.

That man Nazerman...

He knows things.

Baby, I wonder how much it

takes to open a pawnshop.

Hey, do you think 5,000?

Do you think 5,000, baby?

Yeah. Must be.

I can help you get that money.

I can. I can give private sessions

And no splits to the boss.

Honey, I can make us an

extra 100 or 2 a week.

I can go in with you.

I can be a partner to you.

You know?

Yeah. That could be.

That could be, baby.

We'll see.

Is it your play or my play?

Yours.

Mine.

I'll fix the calendar.

No.

Mr. Nazerman, are you all right?

You...

You look... bad.

Don't stand there.

Find something to do.

Go on.

Find something to do.

Hey, uncle, how much you give me

For this radio, huh?

Now, this hot little

old radio, man,

Is worth plenty of rubles, man.

It's got lots of juice.

It's got short wave,

police call, boats.

Late at night, man,

you get outer space.

Come on, uncle, just

make me an offer.

Now, this is a

hundred-dollar radio.

It's got a clear tone.

Boy, that's clear as

a mother's old bell.

Come on, baby.

Show the man your power, baby.

Blast him! Give him

some of that tone!

Oh, man, you radio, you mother!

I'll give you $2.00.

You turn chicken on me, radio, huh?

You always play better than that!

It must be on account

of the heat, you know?

I'll tell you what.

You give me $8.00, huh?

I mean, that's-that's

my mother's radio.

I said I'll give you $2.00

Come on. $5.00, you

blood-sucking cheater!

You money-grabbing kike! 5!

Still live at the same address?

Mm-hmm.

Aw, man, I'll...

I'll take the 2 rubles, man.

You just give me the 2. Take it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Nazerman.

For what?

For what that young

man said to you.

Sell your sorrow somewhere

else, miss Birchfield.

I came here mainly to apologize.

For what?

I was tactless the other day.

I forced myself on you.

I got angry.

It's bothered me

the whole weekend.

I suppose you think

I'm rather silly.

Walking over here though,

I had a sensible

conversation with myself.

Would you like to hear it?

How nice I thought it would be

If you and I had lunch together.

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