Violent Saturday Page #3

My name is Roy. Yes, you said.

We all need something

family, wife or other...

Me, I have my mania, Gus:

Perspective and dimension...

there is nothing better.

A whiskey and soda, bartender.

Hello, Roy.

My name is Harry. Harry Reeves.

Have you seen my wife?

No, I have not seen.

First, she told me to come,

then she makes me say not come.

She told you, Roy?

Harry Reeves. The bank.

This is a beautiful institution.

I've used.

You are our best customer.

You work for us, Roy?

Harry.

I am the director of the bank.

It is you who count the money?

That is correct, Mr. Fairchild.

You can call me Harry.

This is your hobby, count?

In a sense, yes.

And a woman, Roy?

You know how counting women?

Must break them into small pieces.

In any small pieces.

Then we count all...

...all these dirty little pieces.

Do not break the hardware,

Mr. Fairchild.

Sorry, I explained something.

You know what you are, Roy?

You are a reluqueur.

It will attract trouble.

We begin by ogling,

and eventually married.

I got married, Mr. Fairchild.

Hi, Linda.

She's cute.

Do you attend?

Do not say that. I am married.

I do not even know.

Let's fix that.

Do not compromise me.

If that's what you want...

You should ask her to dance.

You wanna dance with Linda?

I can not dance.

But you could keep him company.

I like to see people dance.

Of course, I dance very well.

You have fun, Boyd?

Call me Harry.

Do you wanna dance?

You could do it?

Are you kidding?

You have not known me student.

Looks banker tongue.

Talk.

The balance well.

Warning seasickness.

You're a good dancer.

100% American.

You always drink so much?

Question usual.

You are very unhappy?

The bottom of the abyss.

Where is your wife?

Emily?

She has a hobby.

She has two or three per year.

Do you want to be my hobby?

I do not like advances.

I present to you my most sincere apologies.

Well, it's forgotten.

I do not understand you.

With your fortune,

you would be spoiled for choice.

My choice is you.

Thank you.

What tone.

I'm effect of a Salesman spree.

So sorry.

A whiskey and soda.

You know?

You are really nice.

I dare not say thank you.

Where were you ten years ago?

I passed my exams. A Milwaukee.

I should be there.

- Why?

I got married.

You happen he regret your mistakes?

As everyone.

Sure...

Even mistakes we wanted to erase.

If you and I...

Excuse me. I forgot.

Do not like advances.

What kind?

If we leave together?

You're really drunk.

No,

I thought about it at leisure.

Why me?

You are to me beneficial.

And if I said yes?

We would leave immediately,

wherever you want.

Come. Dance brings counsel.

Not easy to get up.

- Sit.

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