All language subtitles for Route66 - S03E03 (Man Out of Time)

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[whistle blowing]

[whistle blowing]

- May I ask you a
personal question?

- Question?

- Now, be completely frank.

Why do you suppose
I blow that whistle?

Maybe it's because it
has a nice, musical sound

like a piccolo, maybe.

- Sorry, it's my first day--

- Or maybe it's because there's
not enough noise around here

and the silence is
hard on my nerves.

[heavy rumbling]

- Look out!

[heavy rumbling]

[loud crashing]

[dramatic music]

[orchestral music]

- Hello, this is Murdoch.

Located Cab 17, over.

- [Manny] Put that blockhead
on so I can fire him, over.

- Well, um, Manny, he's
not here at the moment.

Just the cab.

- [Manny] What's he, a
character or something?

- [Tod] Buz!

- It looks like your
career as a cab driver

is ending the same
day it started.

- Come on inside.

- Look, the Ace Cab
Company is very square

about their six cabs.

They like them on the
street, in radio contact,

making a buck.

You know our motto,
"Hustle, hustle!"

- Well, that's a little better.

- So I can go, huh?

- Still pretty high.

- Always high.

- You ever painted before?

- Sure, I'm delicate like that.

- Can I take a picture
now, Mr. Wender?

- Mr. Wender?

[scoffs] Ain't you
guys getting polite?

Used to be, "Hey, Pay-Off
Man, let's see your teeth."

Everything's changed.

Now my teeth are in my
pocket, and I'm Mr. Wender.

Well come on, come
on, take your picture.

- Wender, why don't you
give yourself a break?

- Thanks, Mr. Wender.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- You were in that jail for
almost forever isn't that right?

- Apologies I accept only
from J. Edgar Hoover.

- I'm serious.

- 32 Mother's Days, 32
Thanksgiving dinners.

That's a lot of
candied sweet potatoes.

- So why ask for trouble?

You got a right to
live where you want,

but if you think you're
going to get killed,

why come back to Chicago?

- Because it was my town
when you were a choirboy!

I knew it when the Black Sox
used to win every ball game

one to nothing,

and they herded cows
down Iceland Avenue

for the stockyards

like it was the Wild West.

- You're looking
at living history.

He was one of the guys
that made Chicago famous

during Prohibition.

He just got outta jail this
morning after 32 years.

- Excuse me.

I just checked the
personnel records.

That man driving
the freight truck?

Been with us for 12 years,
a perfect safety record,

An A number one man.
[laughs nervously]

- So where is this A number
one man at the moment?

- Well, I don't know,
uh, we called his home.

- No answer.

- Not exactly, the
landlady answered.

- His landlady.

- Illogical, Wender, it
couldn't have been anything

but an accident.

After all those years,
who's left to care

whether you're alive or dead?

- I'll show you who's left.

How old's this scar, doc?

- 'Bout three or four years.

- Ah.

28 years after they
locked me up in a cage,

some guy still remembers
the Pay-Off Man.

- Why?

- Are you that dumb?

1925 was the worst
year I ever had.

I only made a little
over $200,000 that year.

- [scoffs] Doing what?

- 5,000 wild-eyed guys
wanted their hunk.

Why, compared to old Chicago,
that thing the Klondike

was like playing heads
or tails with pennies.

So not everybody's a good loser.

- All right, come
down to the station

and tell us who you
think might be involved,

and I'll assign a man
to keep an eye on you.

- Who asked you for something?

- Then get out of Chicago.

- What did the landlady say?

Did you have a nice little
chat with the landlady?

- Now, wait a minute, mister!

- You've still got that
meter running, son!

- You're looking at him like
he just came back from orbit.

- You know something?

Like a wonderful old eagle
with about six feathers left.

- And why'd they put
that wonderful old eagle

in that prison for 32 years?

- What are you so sore at?

- He's a crumb who happened
to out with his playmates.

- Of course, but he's also
a symbol of what Chicago

must have been like.

- Symbol?

Oh, that's very nice, I like
it, that's a marvelous way

to put it.

- Knock it off, huh?

- I'm just glad to see
that you're one guy

that didn't waste
his time in college.

- All right, drop it!

- Why? I'm impressed.

While all those other
kids were bouncing around

at that football game, my
buddy was thumbing his way

through some rare old
book boning up on symbols.

- What are you so angry at?

- Tell me, while you were
thumbing through that book,

did you come across
the name Shapiro?

Or Donna Mariano?

Shapiro, S-H-A-P-I-R-O.

- Buz, let--

- He ran a little two by four
candystore on West 43rd Street

Before six "symbols"
snapped his spine.

Nobody ever knew why.

Donna Mariano, she was
this 18 year old chick

who had her flashing Latin
eyes washed out by acid

by two more "symbols"

because she didn't dig
their fun and games.

- Well, I'm not
defending rats like that!

- Rats?

Well, these are the folk
heroes of our troubled times.

Soup kitchens for the hungry.

Swell to their widowed mothers,

playboys of the Western world,

bringing a little glamor
to the drab neighborhood

of the poor.

Here, kid, here's four bits,
go buy yourself a full life.

[dramatic music]

- Think we're made, you'll
buy yourself your own cab.

Who's this?

- Where to?

- Who was that?

- Oh, that's a guy who
works the night shift.

They, they woke
him up to find me,

he's down on his feet.

[pensive music]

[car door slamming]

[car door slams]

Where to?

- Wait a while,

just give me a second
or two, will you?

I've been waiting for
somebody to ask me "where to"

since before they
invented talking pictures.

Hotel Metropolitan.

Oh, you don't have
to look it up.

2812 North Wabash.

I wonder how many times
I've practiced saying

Hotel Metropolitan.

[laughs] The rugs in
the corridors are red,

except on the eighth floor
where they got linoleum,

for some reason.

Say, I wonder if
they got a new sign?

The bottom part of the E
has a short or something,

there's a guy always
out there with a ladder

screwing in a new
bulb. [laughing]

[pensive music]

[engine firing up]

[dramatic chord]

What are you talking about?

- There's the number, 2812.

- But I lived
there for 11 years!

You musta went south
instead of north.

- 32 years is a long time,
maybe they tore it down.

- Not the Metropolitan!

[chuckling]

Why, it's beautiful, with big,
green couches in the lobby

and plants and a chandelier,
it'd knock your eye out.

And a big steamer
trunk, all my suits.

They said they'd keep
them in the basement.

- I'll ask the kid.

- Aw, what would he know?

I'd served 10 years
before he was even born.

Okay, take me to
the Four Deuces.

They'll know where my stuff is.

How long have you
been driving a cab?

- You're my third customer.

- I can believe it, a
kid on roller skates

knows where the Four Deuces is.

Excuse me.

I mean, [chuckles]

I was already making
wisecracks with the doorman

at the Metropolitan.

His name was Hank.

He had about 10 kids and another
always on the way you know.

[chuckling]

I was gonna say, "What's
the latest count, Hank?"

And press a $5
bill into his palm.

We still buddies?

- Sure.

- The Four Deuces
is 2222, Indiana.

Man, that was the
place! [chuckling]

The fortress!

Walls a foot thick, the door
solid steel, I ain't kidding!

Always, like, 100 guys
and dolls having a ball.

You'll know when you
get there. [laughing]

It's a regular Niagara
Falls! [laughing]

[pensive music]

- Is that 2222 North Indiana?

[1920s jazz music
with creepy undertone]

[children squealing]

- If I could tell you what
this place used to be like.

I saw two guys laying
dead right there.

He tried to hustle beer
in the wrong part of town.

Boy, I feel old.

I guess 32 years is
longer than it seemed.

[gloomy music]

- Why don't you let me
take you to a nice hotel

where you can get some rest?

- Where's my trunk?

Had three dozen
shirts, Italian silk.

I mean, imported.

Maybe 20 I never even
took the pins out of.

[pensive music]

[loud knocking]

Oh.

They still got the steel doors.

[1920s jazz music with
discordant undertone]

- $41.80 for one
fare? [whistling]

- He wanted to see the sights.

- I was gonna fire you, now,
maybe I'll give you a raise.

I'll take it under advisement.

All right, so what
are you waiting for,

the cab's out there.

Hustle!

- Hustle?

- What's with you?

- When they got me out of my
pad this morning to find you,

I couldn't get back to
sleep, that's what's with me.

[phone ringing]

What's happened to the
one and only Al Capone?

- Take it easy on the guy, huh?

- [Buz] Why?

- He's paid up, he did his time.

- Not to me, he's not.

- You never said two
words to the man.

- No, but Mr. Shapiro and I
had many a nice conversation

over a two cent salsa.

I mean, before he had that
trouble with his back.

[dramatic chord]

[phone ringing]

- Get outta here.

[pensive music]

[dramatic chord!!]

- Hey, buddy!

I'd like to ask you a question.

I wanna find the man you
picked up at the station today.

- [Tod] I pick up
a lot of people.

- [Man] I mean, the man who
almost got hit by the baggage truck.

- I don't know.

- Well, you dropped him
somewhere, where'd you drop him?

- Downtown, State Street.

- [Baggage Man] Come
on, tell me the truth.

It's worth a few bucks to me.

Now, tell me!

Tell me or I'll
beat your head in!

[heavy thudding]

- Hey!

[footsteps thudding]

What happened?

You all right?

What happened?

[suspenseful music]

- There are 40,000
towns in the country.

Some of 'em real
nice little places.

- Good luck to 'em all.

- I can force you to go.

- You're talking to a guy
who read every law book

in the prison library 10 times.

- Look, Mr. Wender, it's
silly for you to just--

- You keep outta
this, Mr. Loudmouth.

Bring in the Boy Scouts?

- [Police Officer] He did right.

- I'm staying.

- Why?

- 'Cause I like the
way they fry chicken

at that place down the street.

- All right, I'll assign a
couple of men to watch you.

- You tell 'em it's for life.

I'm a tough geezer, I got plenty
of years left in me, sonny.

My old man lived to be 96.

He died with a beer glass
of whisky in his hand.

You wanna have a couple
of men watch me that long?

- What do you want me to do?

- Oh, go arrest somebody
parking in front of a fireplug.

[door slamming]

You stay.

[door clattering]

I shouldn't'a talked
to you like that.

You're a good kid, here.

Buy yourself a tie.

- Forget it.

- No hard feelings?

- No.

But I think you shoulda
let the police help you.

- What did he look like?

[tsking]

It was pretty dark, I
couldn't see much of his face.

But he packs quite a punch.

- That don't help.

Wonder who he belongs to?

- Look, you can't just
sit here and wait.

- You're worried about the
old goat, huh? [laughing]

I like that.

What's your cab number?

- 17.

- I'll remember that.

And don't worry about me.

All I need is a new set of
teeth and my old clothes.

Boy, the things I
got in that trunk!

[pensive music]

Well, just show your
face around here!

Cut that out!

Shut up!

Who is this?

Tell me who this is!

Who is this, who is this?

Stop it!

Shut up!

Stop it!

[phone crashing]

[phone clicking]

Operator?

Operator, what are
you doing, sleeping?

Somebody was just on this
phone, I wanna know who it was.

Just now!

Well, don't you keep records?

What, can anybody just call
up and say anything they like

and nothing happens?

What good would that do?

[phone crashing]

[knocking on door]

[metallic clattering]

- [Mrs. Shea] Are
you all right there?

- Laverne!

- [Mrs. Shea] This is
Mrs. Shea, next door.

[suspenseful music]

- Who are you?

- Mrs. Shea.

I heard you shouting.

I thought you were
ill or something.

I was being neighborly.

[door slamming]

[dramatic chord]

[phone clattering]

- I want the telephone number
of the Ace Cab Company.

[suspenseful music]

[dramatic chord]

I told the guy on the
phone I wanted 17.

I know the kid who drives
17, and it's not you.

- After eight o'clock, it's me.

- [Mr. Wender] I
want that other one.

- He's sleeping.

- Then wake him up!

- He's a growing boy,
he needs his sleep.

It's me or nothing.

- Well, nothing.

Uh, wait.

Aren't you the one I met
at the train station,

the other guy's partner?

- Yeah.

- Get out and let me make sure.

- All right?

[car door closing]

Where to?

- Don't be smart.

They know where I am now.

- Who?

- I don't know who.

Your friend must have told
you what happened today.

Well, what are you
grinning about?

- The fierce old eagle,
until the lights go out, huh?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Where do you
wanna go to, mister?

- My life was just threatened.

I was sound asleep, the
phone rang, and this guy said

they were gonna kill me.

- So we go to the police.

- I never heard a
voice like that.

Terrible!

And saying such things
like, like I was some bug

washed up by the rain.

What did I ever do
that was so awful?

I never killed nobody.

People were on their
knees begging me for what,

a lousy glass of beer,
so I gave it to 'em.

A glass of beer, that's
a big crime, huh?

- And nobody ever got hurt, huh?

- What do you think the
world is, a little kid game?

Bouncing rubber
ball up and down,

one, two, three, Larry?

I broke the law so I sat
in a cage for 32 years.

Ain't that enough?

- Look, mister,
what's it gonna be?

The cops are once
around the park.

- You go where I tell you.

Move!

[suspenseful music]

[car door slamming]

[car door slamming]

[dramatic chord]

[mysterious music]

[door knocking]

- Busy.

Go away!

Come back tomorrow!

[door knocking]

I'm busy!

- It's me, Sandy, Harry Wender.

So?

Aren't you gonna drop
dead from the shock?

Last time I saw you, you
had the same number of legs

as anybody else.

Take your hat off, kid,
you're standing in front of

the greatest newspaper
man that ever lived.

You wait in the cab.

[door thudding]

What kind of a pigsty is this?

How come you're not working
for the paper no more?

- I was born in 1892, Harry.

- One leg and no
job, huh? [chuckling]

- I've got a job.

I address envelopes
for business firms

who like the personal touch.

A penny an envelope.

- Are you mad at
me or something?

- [Sandy] No.

- So, shake.

- Gently.

Arthritis.

- That's better.

Who gave you the biggest
story you ever had?

Who surrendered to you
instead of the G men

so you could beat every
other newspaper to the punch?

Who made you a
second Waldo Ainshaw?

- You did, Harry.

- Okay, remember that.

How come you didn't write
me when they tore down

the Metropolitan Hotel?

- Have they?

- I'll say they did.

My trunk and all my things gone.

- Maybe you can't write
for the newspapers anymore,

but can't you still read 'em?

I'm not myself tonight, Sandy.

Pay-Off Man has his troubles.

Somebody from the old
days is trying to kill me.

[sharp clattering]

What do you do, trade a light

for a bunch of
two bit souvenirs?

- Who's trying to
kill you, Harry?

- Here, take a look.

Like a who's who of
the old days, huh?

Anybody who ever had
a beef against me.

Now if I could find 'em, I
could say, what are you doing?

I don't want no trouble.

I just wanna fix my
teeth, find my clothes,

and watch the White Sox win a
couple of ball games, right?

- And you think it'll work?

- Ah, you remember me.

I could charm the
tusk off an elephant.

- Why do you need me?

- Well, it's been 32
years, I gotta find out

where these guys are now.

- Oh, I've been out of touch
for a long time, Harry.

- You've got contacts,
an old-timer like you,

they'll still let you into
the files of the paper.

- I suppose so.

- All right then,
you get down there

and get me some addresses.

- Perhaps tomorrow.

- Not tomorrow, now!

- But Harry!

- It's a morning paper,
they're open all night.

- I've got work to do.

- What, a penny an envelope?

You'd do better with a tin cup!

[heavy thudding]
Here.

- All right, Harry.

I guess I can do
it for old times.

- That's better.

- On one condition.

- Why not, what do
you want, dough?

How much?

- No money, Harry.

- [Harry] Then what?

- It's just the
whimsy of an old man.

But before I die, just once,

I'd like to here Harry
Wender say "please."

Isn't that silly?

- Yeah, it's silly.

- Well, say it anyhow, Harry.

Humor me.

- What do you want
me to do, crawl?

- Just say "please."

- Please!

[ominous music]

There's a cab downstairs.

The guy'll take
you to the paper.

You be standing on the
Chicago River Bridge

at 7:00 am in the morning.

- Isn't there a name missing?

- Who?

- Laverne.

[dramatic music]

- What are you
trying to do to me?

- A list of people
who want you dead

is not complete
without her name.

- Shut up!

- [Sandy] Is it, Harry?
- Shut up!

[chair creaking]

- Chicago River Bridge.

7:00 am.

[door clattering]

- Pigsty!

[suspenseful music]

- Oh, I don't know how
we're gonna get rid of him.

- Why get rid of a goldmine?

- Poor old guy.

- "Poor old guy."

We're his private
chauffeurs for two bits

every third of a mile,
so save your sympathy

for somebody who's a
little bit more worthy.

Like, uh, wife
beaters or drunks.

- How stupid do you think I am?

Do you suppose I think
that's some kind of a prince

out there?

- Then we've got no argument.

- What do you think
compassion is,

something you pass
out like free samples?

If it doesn't flow out
of you as naturally

as the air you breathe, and
for every human being bar none,

it's not compassion, it's pity.

And if you don't know
the difference you're not very bright.

- Every other human
being bar none?

Tolerate any kinda evil, right?

So burn down the old folks' home

and poison the orphans' milk.

I love you anyway, wow.

- Somebody once said,
if only for an instant,

no, wait a minute,
let me get it right.

- Yeah, do!

- All right, funny man.

If only for one instant
I was forced to look

into the naked heart of
my most wretched enemy,

I could no longer hate him.

I could only forgive
him his wretchedness

even if forgiveness
was not asked.

I could only hold
out a brother's hand.

Do you know who said that?

- Whistler's mother.

- A man whose whole family
died in a Nazi gas chamber.

[suspenseful music]

Mr. Wender?

Mr. Wender?

- Huh?

What?

- Seven o'clock.

- Oh, yeah.

- Well, where would you
like to go today, then?

Field Museum, the aquarium?

- No more of that.

Today we find out who wants
to kill the Pay-Off Man.

Let's go.

[suspenseful music]

[car door slamming]

[eerie music]

Move!

[suspenseful music]

I can't believe that's Sam.

That's Sam Marlowe?

- Yes.

Why?

- They said at his house
he'd be here in the park,

near the school.

Could I talk to him, lady?

- Didn't they tell
you about his stroke?

That he can't talk?

- Then I'll do
the talking, okay?

I'm an old friend.

- Do we feel well enough to
talk to an old friend, huh?

Go ahead.

But just for a minute or two.

We're a little bit
under the weather today.

- Could I talk to him private?

[scoffing indignantly]

Hey, Sam, recognize me?

It's me, Harry.

The Pay-Off Man.

I change much?

We all got a couple
of days older, huh?

So how's it going with you?

Oh, a day like
this the old days,

pick up a couple of
dames, a case of beer,

a sack of salami sandwiches
and go for a sail

on Lake Michigan.

How many times we
did that, huh, Sam?

You're still sore at me.

I know how you can
carry a grudge.

I guess I did you
plenty of dirt at that.

Well, we were all crazy
wild guys, weren't we, Sam?

But, boy, [laughs] the
years take it out of you!

Now, you know, I don't
want any more trouble.

Past is past, okay, Sam?

Otherwise, I can be a
little rough too, you know?

You hear me?

- Mr. Wender?

What kind of trouble
could he give you now?

[pensive music]

- '29, he was the terror of
the whole northwest side.

If you could have seen
him the way he was.

So long, Sam.

[pensive music]

[classical piano music]

We got the wrong place.

- The butler said--
- I don't care

what the butler said,
this ain't Jake the Hook.

[door slamming]

[classical soprano singing]

- When they told me
who it was, I said,

"So, the grave can open
up and the dead return."

You don't look so good, Harry.

35 years of baked beans
and frankfurters, huh?

[classical soprano singing]

Sing, darling, I can
hear you down here!

You sound great!

One of my proteges.

In five years, she
will be marvelous.

Maybe I will take her to Milan.

You know, La Scala.

- I can't believe it.

- You can't believe what?

- You.

- Harry, life has
been good to me.

So I thank God in my own way.

I have a foundation
coming to luncheon,

I guess 50 people.

We want to find
unfortunate children

and educate them properly
so they turn out okay.

They've asked me to be
chair, how can I refuse them?

Would you like
something to drink?

This liquor's from Yugoslavia.

It's like, what can I say, uh,

ambrosia.

- Am I going nuts?

Jake the Hook used
to drink turpentine

strained through stale bread.

- And when I knew you,
you had your own teeth.

What can I do for
you, Harry, money?

How much?

- I don't need your money.

Just wanna be left alone, or
else I'm gonna fight back.

- Who can blame you?

- Somebody from the
old days wants me dead.

- Who?

- I don't know who.

But I'm going to everybody
I ever had a beef with.

- [Mary] Sir?

- Yes, Mary?

- Do the flowers suit you, sir?

- Excuse me.

Maybe not so many.

I mean, it's not a funeral.

Too much is worse
than too little.

Yes, Harry, we've had our
troubles with each other,

you and me.

- But that's in the past.

- Darling!

That last part,
it's still shrill,

like you're not
using your chest!

- I just wanna live out my
last few years in peace, Jake.

- Isn't that what we all want?

Harry, you mean me?

You think I'm threatening you?

- I don't know who.

- My good old friend, come here.

I found this mirror
in a French chateau

bigger than City Hall.

Now, don't ask me what it cost,

the museum says it's
still a bargain.

Yes, life has been good to
me, Harry, thanks to God.

I have no grudges.

If you want a job, I'm
well connected with

hotels, department stores,
any number of things.

- How come it happened
to you like this?

I must have looked
at 10 guys today

and nothing but trouble.

Sick, dead, crazy.

We both started
out the same way,

how come that's
you and that's me?

- There's an old
Spanish saying--

- I don't wanna hear any
of your Spanish sayings.

[door slamming]

[soprano singing soaring]

[door closing]

Why did it have
to happen to him?

[mud squelching]

[footsteps thudding]

- Are you nuts or something?

5,000 bucks that carpet cost me!

- I wish it cost a million!

[muffled scuffling]

- You ought to be
killed, you crazy nut!

Now why'd you come here?

The only person who'd even
waste her time killing you

is Laverne!

[dramatic chord]

[suspenseful music]

[fairground waltz music]

- This is the
place they told us,

but I don't see her.

- Better go in and ask.

- How's about coming with me?

- He's off duty.

- Who asked you?

- Look, the deal was I was
supposed to drop him off

at the bus station
and then pick you up.

- Don't tell me
what the deal was.

She's not there, let's skip it.

- Then where do you wanna go?

- Give me time to think!

What are you worried
about, the meter's running.

Where'd you pick up
this pain in the neck?

- Come on, I'll go in with you.

- She's not there!

- How do you know, come on!

[car door slams]

[car door slams]

[car door slams]

- Hey, Laverne!

How many times I gotta yell?

- I'm coming, I'm coming!

I'm never gonna get these
potatoes done in time

if you keep yelling at--

[dramatic chord]

[metallic clattering]

[melancholy music]

[throaty sobbing]

Harry, stop it!

- Oh, why did you
have to get so old?

- The only way not to
get old is to die young.

Like our Charles did.

- Little boy.

If I could only
turn the clock back.

I don't blame you for
hating me, Laverne.

- I don't hate you, Harry.

- You have to!

Don't you think I know
I helped kill the kid?

I mean,

leaving you both the way I did.

- But I don't hate you.

Sometimes, when I can
afford a couple of beers,

I get sentimental.

You know me, quick
to laugh or cry.

And I let my mind wander
back to those old days.

There I am.

Prettiest girl that ever
came out of Beaver Falls, PA.

[laughs] Remember your
famous doorbell ring, Harry?

But, filling in all the
details takes so much time that

before I get to the good
parts, I run out of beer

and the doorbell doesn't ring.

So, I have myself a
cry like you just did.

And then I come back here
and cook up some hot dogs.

- I'd like to help you, Laverne.

I still got a little dough.

- [gasps] Well, I'll take it
if you really want me to, Harry

but I won't spend it
on anything sensible,

if you know what I mean.

And so maybe you'd better
just keep the money

for yourself, huh?

- Hey, Laverne!

This sailor wants some food!

- Coming right up, Admiral!

Why don't you visit
Charles' grave this Sunday?

- No, no, I couldn't.

- It's so peaceful with
lovely red and yellow flowers

all around.

Just as if he died yesterday
instead of so long ago.

[quixotic sentimental music]

Harry, where you going?

Don't you want your trunk?

[dramatic chord]

They let me keep it here
downstairs in the store room.

- You have my trunk?

- Sure, I've had it five years.

When I heard they were
going to tear down

the old Metropolitan,
I went over and got it.

Well, isn't that why
you looked me up?

- No, Laverne.

I looked you up because
somebody's trying to kill me.

- Harry.

- Been getting
terrible phone calls.

I thought you hated me
so much that, maybe.

- Harry, I stopped hating you
the day I stopped loving you.

[somber music]

[dramatic chord]

- Easy, easy there!

Things are there money
can't buy, you know!

- What'd you do, corner the
market on bullet proof vests?

[dramatic chord]

Come on!
- Put the trunk down.

[suspenseful music]

- Is that him?

- Yeah.

- I got better than
10 grand in cold cash,

that's more than
they're paying you.

- I've been looking all
over this city for you.

- Gimme a break, will you?

Gimme, gimme a break!

[muffled scuffling]

Get his gun, get his gun!

[heavy breathing]

- He doesn't have a gun.

- If I'd a had a gun, I'd
have blown my brains out.

[heavy breathing]

I'm almost out of my mind.

The hearing is tomorrow.

- [Harry] What hearing?

- About the accident
at the station!

- That was no accident.

- Then what was it?

I don't know what I
was thinking about.

I stopped to do
some more loading

without even putting
on the brake!

I do know what I
was thinking about.

Sylvia, my wife.
[breathes heavily]

It'll be three
months next Tuesday

she kicked me outta the house.

I can't think about
anything else!

- Why have you been hounding me?

- I told you, the
hearing is tomorrow!

I've been driving a
wagon for 12 years

without even so much
as scratching a wall,

but the company is so
strict about safety, I mean,

that if you don't obey
every rule in the book,

out you go!

And the way I ran in panic,

I mean, Mr. Wender, sir,

unless you go easy
with me at the hearing,

I'll lose my job

and Sylvia will
never take me back.

[dramatic chord]

- What would your
parole officer say

if he saw you with one of those?

- Give it back.

- What do you need it for?

- He's not the one.

It's not the voice I
heard on the phone.

[suspenseful chord]

- Well, aren't you gonna open
it and see if anything broke?

- How do you break a silk shirt?

It wasn't anything
like his voice.

- Oh, people are always
getting phone calls

from dopey characters
having themselves a ball.

- You didn't hear this voice!

- Come on, I'll drive
you back, get some sleep.

- What's the rush?

- I'm bushed!

- Well, come on
here, sit down, rest!

- Aw, uh, no thanks, Mr. Wender.

- Then give me the gun.

- Oh, you'll be all right.

- Don't tell me how
I'm going to be.

- Know, most of these guns
had the firing pins filed off

before they let 'em
come into the country.

What'd I tell you?

[sharp clicking]

[muffled thud]

Thats what I've been carrying
around all day for protection

Now how about a
little drink with me

to celebrate my
getting my trunk back?

- If you want, I'll come back
and have a drink with you.

- What makes you such a
sweetheart all of a sudden?

- I guess you might say I'm
just a diamond in the rough.

I'll be back in, uh, 10 minutes.

[phone clatters]

- No wait, wait.

Two minutes after you've
gone, that phone's

gonna start ringing.

- Somebody's idea of a
joke, just let it ring.

- No, wait, wait!
[door slams]

Ain't you anxious to
see what I got in there?

See what a dude I was
in the good old days?

Oh, you're gonna see
some clothes that'll

knock your eyes out.

Stick around!

May give out samples!

Let me tell you,
this is the life.

Aw, you put on a suit that
cost three bills even then.

And a pair of shoes that it
took the guy five weeks to make!

By hand!

And you knew you were somebody.

Ever pay 85 bucks for a hat?

Ah, who cared what you
did then as long as

you ended up okay.

I mean, with a bankroll big
enough to choke a horse!

All 20s!

[laughs] Maybe pick up Laverne.

Stop by the Royal Frolics,
maybe go to the track.

Everybody bowing and scraping,
nobody asking questions!

- What's the matter?

- You answer it!

Please answer it!

I'll give you anything
you want, answer it!

Answer it, do you want
it to ring all night?

Tell him I went away, tell him,

tell him you don't
know where I went!

Tell him to leave me
alone, answer the phone!

Wait!

[sobs] Wait!

Tell him,

tell him I'm sorry! [sobs]

[more sobs]

- Operator, get me
County Hospital.

[hulking sobs]

[melancholy music]

[1920s jazz music with
discordant undertone]

[dramatic chord]

[upbeat, quirky
orchestral music]

- [Announcer] This has been a
Screen Gems film presentation,

Herbert B. Leonard,
executive producer.

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