The Roaring Twenties Page #3

Come on out, we'll eat.

I got a meal ticket.

We'll shoot it full of holes.

- I'll make it look like a sieve.

- Come on.

Wait, I gotta go over to the garage,

get my old job back. Run me over?

Sure, in the cab.

Hey, Eddie.

Did you learn to parlez-vous?

Just enough.

- Hey, bud, where's Fletcher?

- In the office.

Oh, thanks.

That guy thinks he'll get my job just because

he's got a uniform on. He used to work here.

Those monkeys are gonna find out

what a picnic they had...

...on Uncle Sam's dough while we worked.

- Hello, Mr. Fletcher.

- Hi.

- When did you blow in?

- Just now.

- Sure good to be back.

- I'll bet.

- What are you gonna do?

- Rest a few days, see the boys.

- Then I'll be ready to work.

- Fine.

What are you gonna do?

Where you gonna work?

What do you mean,

"Where am I gonna work?"

- I was gonna come back here.

- Sorry, Eddie. I haven't anything for you.

What?

Well, wait a minute.

Maybe I'm in the wrong garage.

What was that line about my job

always waiting for me?

Times have changed. That boy over there

has been working almost two years.

What do you want me to do?

Can him just because you came back?

No.

No, I couldn't ask you

to do that, could I?

All right. Thanks.

Left, I had a good job

And I left, left

Don't tell me you won't be with us.

If you brought a band and a gun,

you might've got the job.

I don't need any gun, you...

Two for one.

Back in this country,

the boys who had returned from overseas...

...begin to find out that the world has moved

on during the time they spent in France.

Sorry, buddy. Nothing doing.

Everywhere things have changed,

but particularly in New York.

The old Broadway is only a memory,

gone are many of the famous landmarks.

For already, America is feeling

the effects of Prohibition.

There's a concentrated effort at

readjustment to normal peacetime activity...

...but unemployment, coming in the wake

of the wartime boom...

...is beginning to grip the country.

The soldiers find they've returned to face,

on a different front, the same old struggle:

The struggle to survive.

Yes, sir, where to?

Where to?

- How about a flat rate back to France?

- Oh, hi, Eddie.

How are you?

- You didn't land yourself no job, huh?

- Somebody must've told you.

No. I figured that all out by myself.

You know, on account of your face.

You look kind of tired.

I am tired, Danny.

Tired of being pushed around.

Tired of having doors slammed in my face.

Tired of being another guy back from France.

Take it easy, Eddie. Take it easy.

I can't, Danny. I can't.

I can't go around shadowboxing anymore.

I gotta find something to do.

- I've gotta.

- Wait a minute.

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