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Good evening, fellow members
of the beat generation.

Thank you for allowing
me in your pad.

Some of you cats are, no doubt,
wondering how I got with it.

Well, man, getting in
this generation isn't hard.

No, daddy-o,

you just lie about your age.

But I didn't join
just for kicks,

or just to dig the crazy types.

No, man.

I joined because I wanted to
be as avant as I could get.

And this is it.

I'm a jump man, and I love
to ball along with a wheel

in the hand and a
four on the road.

I love to dig the cool
notes of a tenor, man,

blowing his top in a
wild dive in San Fran.

For it's then that I know
the essence of life.

But you must think
me the talkinest cat

that ever flipped.

It's time to cut out.

Disassociate me from the
bourgeois trivia which follows.

I'll dig you later.

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All right, Manny, hit me one.

Pick the right one.

This certainly is your night.

Yeah, I've got me a signed
contract with Lady Luck.

How does it feel having a
night out with the boys, Irv?

Swell, Smalley, swell.

I'll pass.

Little tough getting
the little bride

to cut the apron
strings, Mr. Newlywed?

Stop ragging the kid, will you?

If you're gonna
play cards, play cards.

So, I made my play.

I just wanna know if Mr.
Newlywed's still in the game.

Gee, Smalley, don't keep
calling me that, please.

Is the bridegroom
still in the game?

No, I guess I'll pass.

Pass?

When you're so far behind?

No, this isn't the
time to pass, Irv.

Come on in.

You've got a chance to
win all that money back.

All right, Manny,
give me two cards.

Look, Irv doesn't make
your kind of salary.

He's in over his head now.

Now, why don't you lay off?

Look, Manny, he works
for me in my department.

Don't I look out
for his welfare?

Didn't I sign that last
request for a raise?

Now, would I take advantage

of one of the boys
in my own department?

You bet your sweet
life, you would.

Nobody asked you, kibitzer.

I pass.

Oh.

So, it's a showdown between
me and little old Irv, huh?

Well, I bet a ten spot.

Come on, raise me, Irv.

No, I'll...

I'll just see you.

Well, read them and weep.

Four little beauties,
left to right.

Me, I've got three kings.

Tough luck.

Who wants a beer?

It's getting late, Smalley.

I don't want any more.

Look, what's eating
you guys, anyway?

So I'm a big, bad man?

So, Irv gets the nerve
to take a night out once.

What am I supposed to do?

Give him his dough back,
and a note to his wife

explaining why I
kept him out late?

Stop it, you guys.

There's always another payday.

As long as you won't fire me
from the stock room, Smalley.

Not until he wins a few
more weeks' salary from you.

Then he'll lower the boom.

Listen, you keep out of this.

I'm not scared of you, Smalley,

because, you see, I don't
work in your department.

Yeah, let's call it a night.

Yeah.

The water's getting
too deep and dirty.

You mean, you're all chicken?

Oh, I have to quit.

Besides, Frances is all alone.

Well, good night, fellows.

I'll see you in the morning.

Irv, I'm gonna stay
home in the morning.

Those vouchers on the
New Orleans shipment

have to be sent out.

I'll take care of it.

They're at my place.

You pick them up
on your way to work.

Yeah.

Good night.

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You live around here, Mister?

Yeah, a few blocks.

Five or six, maybe.

Where exactly?

110 Pitkin, Apartment 2.

My name is Randall,
Irving Randall.

What's this all about?

I haven't done anything wrong.

It's about you walking so
easy and alone on this street,

like it was Main at high noon.

Don't you know any better?

I don't know what you mean.

How long have you lived
in this neighborhood?

Oh, a few weeks.

And nobody's warned you?

Warned me?

In this neighborhood,
hoodlums grow like flies.

Kids still learning
how to read and write,

but they know how to
cut up a man like you,

so you won't look
pretty for a long while.

Yeah, I've read about that.

Last week, just
a block from here,

a woman was beaten up something
awful by a 16-year-old.

Just for a couple of bucks.

So, be careful about
strolling around the streets

so late at night, Mister.

Thank you, Officer.

Good night.

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(footsteps)

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(door opening)

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Irv!

Irv, what happened?

Walking home from
Manny's tonight,

this big kid, maybe 16 or 17,

he sneaked up behind me.

I didn't have a chance, hon.

Your cheek, it's hurt.

No, no, no, I'm just
messed up a little.

Now, hon, it's just a scratch.

He took my wallet, Francie.

My whole week's salary.

You could have been killed.

I've been reading about
people being held up.

Oh, I'm so glad it wasn't worse.

Francie, Francie, didn't
you hear what I said?

It's the money, my
whole week's salary.

Oh, I don't care
about the money.

Honest?

Of course.

So long as you're all right.

Didn't you yell for help?

Why didn't the police come?

Why didn't they help you?

There just wasn't
anybody around.

I'll fix you some nice, hot
milk, and you go right to bed.

And rest all of tomorrow,
don't go to work.

Listen, I don't
need any hot milk.

-Yes, you do.
-No, I don't.

I'll just get these clothes
off and take a bath.

Oh, before you do anything else,

hadn't you better
call the police?

The police?

Of course.

Why, of course?

Well, you've got to report it.

What for?

To catch the boy.

I couldn't identify him, hon.

Why not?

Well, it was dark.

I couldn't describe him.

Just the same, you
ought to report it.

Well, you just can't say,
"Here, take my week's salary.

Thanks very much."

Oh, but listen to me.

You're tired and upset.

I'll call the police.

No!

I don't want you to
do it, or me, either.

Now, the whole
thing's done with.

They won't catch the boy.

You're upset.

I'll just explain...

And fussing over me won't help!

I'm sorry, Irv.

I didn't mean to yell.

Don't you see?

It's just that we
do need that money.

Every last cent of it.

For hospital expenses...

Oh, I know, I know!

Stop reminding me!

It's all I've thought of

ever since you told
me about the baby.

I know about the hospital.

Don't keep telling me!

Oh, I'm sorry, hon.

You know how I
feel about the baby.

I'm almost nutty, not
having enough money.

Then this had to happen.

It wasn't your fault, darling.

Irv, call the police, now.

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Operator...

get me the police.

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There.

Feel better, honey?

Mmm-hmm.

Every time I think of
that boy jumping you...

You could have been killed!

Well, the cops won't find him.

That week's salary is
gone right down the drain.

You'll get a break somehow.

Maybe a raise.

You deserve one.

There's a fat chance
with that Smalley.

You know, it's funny.

I hated him tonight.

I always thought that's how
I'd like to get along in life,

like he does.

I always wanted
to impress people,

or give them the impression
of self-confidence.

I guess I'm not like him.

I guess I'm not too
sure of myself, Francie.

I suppose you know that.

Oh...

I don't think much of myself,

except being lucky enough
to have married you.

Oh, Francie.

Without you, I don't know
where I'd get any confidence.

Any at all.

Irv.

(phone ringing)

I'll get it.

Hello?

Yeah, this is Randall.

Oh, yes, Lieutenant.

What?

Well, it's pretty late and
I'm still in shock, I guess.

Well, I have to go
to work tomorrow.

What?

I suppose so.

All right, Lieutenant.

Yes, sure.

What is it?

I've got to get dressed and
go down to the police station.

They're sending a car for me.

Why?

Oh, they think they've
got the kid that robbed me.

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In here, Mr. Randall.

We picked him up right about
the time you got mugged.

No question it's him.

Hey, Whitey, turn around.

Ditch that cigarette.

Stand up straight.

Come on down here.

Here's a friend of yours.

I never saw this guy before.

Does he look familiar,
Mr. Randall?

It was dark.

I told you that over the phone.

It was too dark to
see anything clear.

Don't worry about that.

We have other evidence.

Real evidence.

Right, kid?

How much money did you
have on you, Mr. Randall?

How much, Mr. Randall?

Oh, about $96.

The kid must have unloaded
or lost a couple of bucks,

but you can count it
for yourself--92 bucks.

I tell you, I won that
dough in a crap game!

I never mugged nobody.

How can I be sure
this is really mine?

Because he was caught
exactly three blocks

from where you were mugged,

running like the
devil was chasing him.

That's what I meant
by real evidence.

The denominations
could clinch it.

Did you have mostly
10s and 20s like that?

Yeah...

10s and 20s mostly.

Okay, tough guy.

Have him wait outside.

Now, about pressing
charges against the kid.

Do I--

I mean...I mean,
do I have to?

After all, I do
have the money back,

and, well, he's just a kid.

I'm glad you look at it
that way, Mr. Randall.

Whitey isn't as
tough as he seems.

He is not like a lot of other
kids, a real bad character.

How old is he, 17?

Less than that, 16.

I guess it's kind of tough

growing up in a
neighborhood like this.

That's for sure.

I couldn't press charges
against a kid, Lieutenant.

You know, it's funny,

my wife's going to have a baby.

Oh?

And in 16 years,
he'll be Whitey's age.

The years go fast, you know.

I bet getting this money
back helps a lot, huh?

I've got two of my own, I know.

Can we forget about the boy?

He could get a long
stretch in Juvenile Hall,

if you wanted it.

Oh, no, no.

Jail wouldn't help him.

Well, that's swell
of you, Mr. Randall.

Get Whitey back in here.

Do I have to see him again?

I want him to realize that
not everybody is against him.

Whitey, Mr. Randall is not going
to press charges against you.

I don't have to tell you
what a break you're getting.

Thanks.

Thanks for the break.

Oh, that's all right.

I know it's the first time
you've ever been in a jam.

I guess it's the first
time for both of us, huh?

Can I go now, Lieutenant?

My wife's worried.

As soon as you
sign for the money.

Yeah, sure.

So long, Mister.

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Lots of luck, kid.

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I'm sorry, hon, I
didn't mean to wake you.

Oh, what happened?

Oh, you got it back.

See, didn't I tell you?

Don't look so glum.

I didn't recognize him.

Who?

Oh.

Well, the cops knew he did it.

Francie, what would you
say if I told you that...

maybe this isn't my money?

Maybe he wasn't the
kid that mugged me.

Maybe it was his money, winnings
at a crap game like he said.

Really, Irv, the police
know their business.

A juvenile delinquent.

He was only a kid, 16.

He stole your money.

But suppose it isn't my money.

Well, it's the right amount.

Doesn't that prove it?

It's not the right amount.

It's a few dollars short.

Darling, you're tired, and
you're not making any sense.

Go to bed, huh?

Come on.

I don't feel good
about it, Francie.

Really, Irv, you'd think it
was you who stole the money.

Maybe that's how I do feel.

Why, why?

Suppose the kid
was telling the truth,

and he didn't mug me.

Maybe it was his money, and,

well, his family
needs it for rent,

or for the doctor,
like you and me.

Really, Irv, you're
not making any sense.

Honey, turn out the
light and come to bed.

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Good morning.

Good morning.

Did you sleep all right?

Oh, enough.

Still worried about that kid?

No.

You still are.

I can see it in your face.

Well, I better get going.

Call me from the office.

I will.

Oh, and don't forget
to deposit that money.

Yeah, I'll do it
on my lunch hour.

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Hey, Smalley.

It's me, Irv.

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Smalley, you up yet?

Came by to pick up the vouchers.

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Smalley?

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What happened to you?

Last night, after I
left Manny's place,

about a block away,
some kid jumped me,

a blond kid,
took all my dough.

Lousy little crook!

That's too bad, Smalley.

Oh, I sure took a beating.

You say he was just a kid?

Yeah.

Couldn't you take
care of yourself?

Well, he jumped me.

I didn't have a chance.

How much did he get?

Ninety-two bucks.

Say, where are those vouchers?

Over there.

I hope you get better soon.

Irv.

I, uh...

I know I took all your
dough last night, but...

Well, I was wondering...

Could you let me have a
couple of bucks till payday?

Gee, I would like
to help you out, pal,

but you know how it is.

I'm a married man.

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What can I say, man?

A typical tale of
middle class types

caught in the rat race
of modern society.

And a happy ending is a final
sell-out to commercialism.

But that reminds me.

You wanted to know
why I'm hung up.

I shall now show
you what bugged me.

I'll dig you
at its conclusion.

Please reciprocate.

Man, I've changed my mind.

That was the greatest.

The story may be unhip,

but those crazy
commercials are pure poetry.

They deserve better treatment.

Next time, I shall read them
to a jazz accompaniment.

Man, this could be
a new art form.

Pure, but frantic.

And now, it's time for
me to split the joint.

I'll dig you in one week.

I hope you can make the scene.