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Thank you.

Oh, you've got the wrong guy, don't you? I didn't do nothing. Why, of course

not. Drugs beat up people all the time.

There's nothing wrong with you. Let's get him down.

But

I

didn't do nothing.

I was just trying to help this guy out, that's all.

Hey, look, buddy, come on. Give me a little break.

Break, he gets a phone call to your lawyer.

I ain't got no lawyer.

Call your family. They'll get you one.

No, I can't do it.

I ain't got nobody.

Not even a friend someplace? You're gonna need help, Sulla.

I understand.

I'm sorry Mr. Sanger is not here.

Well, if it's that urgent, he's at City College.

What's wrong with the cup of coffee after class?

To discuss the study of law.

Among other things. It's the other things I'm worried about. One of these

What will you do?

I'll ask again.

Mr. Sanger, there's a telephone call for you in the administration office.

The message has been sent.

Hey, Mark, it's Becky.

Becky Baker.

Hey, man, how are you?

Not so good, Mark. See, I, uh... Well, I got arrested, and they're gonna lock me

up, Mark. You gotta... Could you help me out?

What'd you do?

Nothing. Nothing honest. Well, there's not much I can do on my own.

But if you can stick it out for...

One hour.

Just one hour.

Okay, Mark.

Thanks.

Again? The answer is still no.

No dates after class. Won't be any of the kind.

That call, a friend of mine's in jail.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. He'll need a lawyer.

I don't practice law, Mark. I teach it.

Look, he's in trouble and he's scared. Now, why don't you just tell him what

best thing to do is? That's all.

I'd rather not.

Why not? You're a lawyer. You know all the rules. Now, I'm not asking you to

open up an office. I'm just asking you to talk to somebody.

You don't understand.

No, I don't.

Now, you spend an hour in class talking about a system of agreements that

produce justice.

Does it all stop just because you close your book or because the bell rings?

But just to talk.

Just to talk.

And I'm just walking on off, see, and I hear this scream from the alley. So I

look up there, and there's these two guys, and they're beating up on this

guy, see.

So I go in there and say, hey, come on, knock it off. I'm trying to separate

them, you know. I throw a couple of lefts and a right to them.

And there's no good. And all of a sudden, one of them clobbers me or

The next thing.

I remember the cops are there and I'm arrested.

What about the other two guys?

I don't know.

They're a little on guard.

I'm the only one left here to grab, see? So, hey, you got to do

something, huh, Mark?

How about it?

An attorney can have Mr. Baker released by calling a judge and getting a writ.

I didn't do nothing wrong, so why should it cost me?

The only other thing I can suggest is that you spend the night here and ask

an early arraignment, at which time the judge will set bail.

Bail? Well, you get it back when you show for trial.

Oh, come on, man.

You're flat on the canvas before round one's even started.

Yeah, but you don't know what I like. What do I get to do to a guy being in

here, Mark?

You didn't belt the guy, did you?

Huh? No.

No, I didn't.

Then you'll be acquitted.

See, I can't prove that I didn't do it.

You don't have to the prosecution has to prove that you did Besides the guy in

the hospital when he comes to he'll tell what happened money

money out of the bank for bail.

He just signed a power of attorney and the lawyer will get it out for him.

Well, you can do that for him, can't you?

I'm sorry, Mark, no.

Well, why not?

It's not like taking his case or going to court.

I agreed to give advice, remember?

That's all.

You can get his money out for him.

Power of attorney and his bank book are all you need.

Pure.

Anything you say, Titch.

Do I...

Get a grade for the exercise.

That's all.

Good night, Mr. Baker.

Good night.

I'll take care of it myself.

Just tell them to give you your key.

Yeah, sure, sure, Mark.

You know, you could have made it real big.

Know that, Mark?

With you in my corner, I could have been Jack.

It was a nice dream you and me had once together, wasn't it, Mark?

We still have something, Peggy.

Welcome home.

Thanks.

Would you like a sandwich?

No.

Classical, all right?

Beautiful. Good lesson on rich man's law versus poor man's law.

That's provocative.

Take a man like you, or anybody who looks like a good, solid citizen.

Now, he gets busted by mistake.

How long do you figure that he has to stay in that cage?

An hour?

Maybe two?

No, it's just a quick call to the lawyer and he's out.

Not always.

No, well, I spent enough time in jails watching fathers and mothers and lawyers

come to get their kids to know how it happened.

Well, you just sat.

Well, I just sat because I didn't have any connections or money or anything.

Now, poor man's law kept me there.

I take it you got your call.

I want to see him.

I need a lawyer and a notary public.

Well, there are five or six I can think of who handle criminal cases within Mr.

Baker's means.

The best one for felony assault would be... How'd you know it was a felony

assault?

Do you think you can get an urgent call from jail without me getting curious

enough to phone down and find out what it's all about?

Oh, by the way, a power of attorney is a standard form, and almost all the

notaries will have them handy.

Did they tell you that, too?

No.

Only that you got his room key released to you to get his bank book.

I've known Bacon for years.

He never beat up that man.

Look, I want to show you something.

Here. Look at this. This is it.

All he's got.

Just a little over a thousand bucks. A cushion if he gets sick and can't work.

And you know where it's going.

To pay a lawyer to get him off for a crime he didn't commit.

I didn't get all the details, but the arresting officers wouldn't have booked

him unless they had enough evidence.

Evidence? Just because they found him standing near the man who was beaten?

Just because he was drunk?

No, Mark.

Because the victim identified Mr. Baker as the man who assaulted him.

You have a prisoner here, Baker.

I need to get a power of attorney to get his bail money. This lady's a notary.

He's not here.

Well, can we wait here till he gets back from arraignment?

Well, you'll have a long way to arraignment stay after tomorrow.

But where is he? If he hasn't been arraigned, then bail hasn't been set

He's out on a writ.

That means a lawyer.

First he tells me he's innocent, a witness says he's not.

Then he says he needs bail, and a lawyer, and now he doesn't need either.

Well, if he didn't need me, why did he call me?

Are you sure?

Well, maybe he's asleep. Did you bang on the door?

Okay. Tell him to call Mark Sanger, please.

Thank you.

Not at home?

No.

Maybe he went to work.

Messenger service, Malloy speaking.

Arnold Baker, please.

Baker, he's not here.

We suspended him.

Suspended him? What for? He hasn't been convicted yet.

So he's suspended until he's convicted.

Then he's fired.

And if he isn't convicted, he loses his pay for the suspension. Now, what kind

of a raw deal is that?

Look, buddy, I don't make the law and I don't make the rules.

When this is over, Bakey ought to sue them for his back pay.

Didn't I tell you you can't practice law without a license?

I'm not practicing law. I'm trying to help a friend.

Help him how?

He's out on a writ, isn't he?

He's obviously in good hands if someone got him one.

And if he really needed his bank book, he'd be here to get it.

Oh, come on.

Come on. I know what it looks like.

But last night, I saw a scared, lonely man in trouble.

He called me.

Because there was nobody else.

Nobody.

Now, who let him out?

And why?

That's what I want to know.

Why don't you go and find out?

Yeah, that...

That jail, that's the worst place I ever been in.

I don't want to ever have to go back to a place like that again.

Hey, Mark.

Hi.

Hi. Hi, Marco, buddy. How are you? I... I

was going to call you.

When?

I've been looking all over for you.

Yeah? Well, you know, after last night, I had to come down here and get my head

put back on my shoulders, you know?

Hey, Mark.

I want you to meet Frank Polo.

Frank holds this joint. This is Mark Sager. What do you say? All right.

Mark's an old Thai friend of mine. Went there. I was training him. Put him in

the fight game.

Come on. Sit down.

I'll wait a minute.

Frank sprung me.

Yeah, you know what that man said?

He found out I was in trouble, see, so he got his lawyer.

His lawyer come down, hey, hand me out, I don't look like that.

Becky, the guy in the hospital, he said you did hit him.

Yeah, Mark, yeah, I know.

I know that.

But why would he say that?

I don't know. Maybe he mistook me for somebody else, see, because...

I couldn't see too good myself. It was kind of like half dark.

All right, then.

You're out, you got yourself a good lawyer, and I guess all you need now is

for your bail.

Oh, yeah, my bank book.

Thanks, Mark.

Mark, you know, there ain't gonna be no need for bail. How about that, all

right? My lawyer, my lawyer explained the whole thing.

What whole thing?

The rent's only good till the arraignment.

Then they'll set bail till the trial.

Oh, but there ain't gonna be no trial, neither.

No, not like, uh, what you call a real trial, you know.

Oh, no, I get down there, Mark.

My lawyer told me, and, uh, I went to the courtroom, and the judge, uh, the

lawyer, he says, uh... Well, I didn't understand it so good when he told

me that...

Frank, you tell him. You know how to tell him, right? Sure. Now, this is

first offense.

He's got no record, so he's going to skip the trial by jury and go directly

the judge.

My lawyer's down at the DA's office now, and he's going to get him a suspended

sentence. What?

Well, he's going to cop a plea, don't you understand? He's going to plead

guilty. But you're innocent.

But he's off.

Off what?

Look, Bakey, you have a job.

You're bonded.

When you plead guilty, it's a conviction, Dick.

A felony conviction.

Look, you lose your job just like that.

At least I won't be in jail.

If he's innocent, he's innocent. Why should he plead guilty?

Might be an easy way out.

Suppose he really did do it.

He's been telling everyone he didn't.

But suppose he really did.

It's an easy out.

I pleaded guilty because I made a deal.

Then you think he did it.

Mark, it's a possibility.

Not to me. What motive did he have?

He didn't even know the man.

Nobody needs an introduction before starting a drunken brawl.

And nobody needs an introduction when he runs to help a guy either.

Fighting with the other two men would account for his bruised fists.

And how did the police find him? Running? No. He was standing right there

to help the other man.

Or too drunk to move.

If he could punch, he could run.

Now you know what a fighter's legs are like. All right, it's iffy.

But you still can't get away from the victim, Wilson.

He's lying.

Why? I don't know.

He just is.

I've got to collect this.

Who are you calling?

County Hospital.

See if Wilson's still there.

We are cutting ourselves in, aren't we?

All the way.

Now, you testified that you saw Mr.

DeLongo beat his wife. Is that right?

Yes.

You don't like Mr. DeLongo, do you?

No. I object!

You're putting words in her mouth!

No, I'm only trying to show that the witness hates DeLongo and could be

Both counsels will address only the bench.

It should only please the court!

The expression, Mr. Freeman, is may it please the court.

You may all return to your seats now.

The technique was somewhat primitive, but Mr. Freeman had the right idea.

Perhaps the witness was lying.

If so, it was his job to show it.

Justice in our court is based on truth.

And until all the truth is revealed, real justice cannot be done.

When do we learn about operating behind the laws and making private deals?

I'm not sure I understand you, Mr. Sanger.

When do we learn how to bend the law and make it work for our own convenience?

Mr. Sanger, if you have some special question, I would suggest you consult me

after class, which is just about now.

That was very rude.

You talk about the law like the rules really exist.

They do. Do they?

Then Bakey should go scot -free. But you know what he's doing?

He's pleading guilty to get a suspended sentence because it's easier.

Theoretically, that's wrong.

But then I have no control over the practical realities of everyday life.

Except to run away from them.

Just saying. Well, you do, don't you?

You hide behind that textbook and preach it out from a nice, safe place because

it's easier.

Look, why don't you just tell us the truth, that we should study practical

realities and learn how to make deals?

Granted, ours is an imperfect system, and it's the people involved that must

make it work.

The people involved are bakey -baker, too scared to think about truth and too

confused to think about justice.

Now, what do you do about it?

Well, a person does what... Not a person.

You.

Maria Wakeman.

Teacher. And student of law.

Now, what do you do when your precious law is kicked and beaten out of shape?

Theoretically. Theoretically.

You are so hung up in your books that nobody can touch you.

Not a poor man thrown in jail.

Not a guy asking for a date, a coffee date.

Not even a student.

Asking for help. Don't you understand I am asking you for help?

There is nothing that I can do for your friend.

It's not my friend I'm talking about. It's me.

Look, I believe everything you said to us about the law.

That is how it should work. And now I see it. It's right under my nose and it

smells.

Now, that was practical reality.

Deal with it.

Yes, I was on duty that night. I would have examined Mr. Wilson.

I'd like to know his physical condition when he was brought in by the police.

He was the man who was beaten by the fighter, wasn't he?

Allegedly beaten by the ex -fighter.

What?

Legal nitpicking, Doctor.

Thank you, Counselor, to keep your legalese out of the investigation and

things up. I'm sorry.

Factually, he's right. Then let him save it for the courtroom, if he ever makes

it to one.

Yes, here it is.

Wilson, Charles, admitted at 8 .14 p .m. Just his physical condition, please.

Uh, contusions and abrasions about the face and head. Mild concussion.

Ribs on both sides fractured.

I don't suppose you want to know the exact ones.

No.

Right shoulder badly wrenched. Left kneecap badly damaged as though from a

Hands and knuckles showed evidence. Did you say a kick?

As though from.

Why did it don't kick?

Well, apparently this one did.

As a matter of fact, he gave the kind of going over only a fighter could.

The victim was brought here to county hospital, doctor, but the suspect was

taken downtown.

Now, how did you know the victim had been allegedly beaten by a fighter?

The ambulance attendant told me.

Look at your records.

Particularly where it says ribs on both sides fractured from blows.

If you didn't know an ex -fighter was involved, what would you surmise?

I'm not sure I know what you mean.

Well, if you'd been told, nothing at all.

Well, I suppose I would have assumed... that Wilson was beaten by two men.

Thank you, Doctor. Now, would you please write that up and send it to my office?

Our young counselor will need it.

He was staggering toward me, so I...

Started to walk wide around him, you know, like you do with drunks.

Where was he coming from? Which direction?

Well, let's see.

I'd cross a lemon.

I guess he was coming from Walcott.

Thank you.

Then what happened?

Well, he asked me something I couldn't understand.

Kind of mumbling.

I figured he was looking for a handout and tried to get past.

That's when he grabbed me and punished me.

Pushed me into that alley.

Well, he could really hit.

Obviously.

You'll testify to all this, won't you?

Hmm?

Something the matter?

A guy's lawyer come to see me and told me he was going to plead guilty. What do

I got to testify for?

Just in case he changes his mind.

Oh, sure.

I, uh, I understand he'll only get it to spend a cent.

That's what they say.

Probably didn't mean any harm.

Just drunk, that's all.

I mean, a nice guy like him wouldn't hit anybody if it wasn't for old demon

drink, huh?

Probably not.

Well, thank you, Mr. Wilson.

May I have your address?

Sure.

What about saying Baker was coming from Wolcott?

Baker admits getting drunk in a big -time bar he'd have been going toward

Wolcott. A nice guy like him wouldn't hit anybody. I don't think Mr. Wilson

knows that. I haven't met him before.

Mark's instincts are looking better all the time. I feel somebody has called him

Wilson for some reason.

I'll start checking on him. I'll take care of the past. I'll take care of the

present.

Charles Wilson.

Married. Three children.

Owned a $40 ,000 suburban home. Mortgaged.

Drives a late model sedan. His wife drives a station wagon.

Neighbors say he's a nice fellow.

Never knew him to be in any kind of trouble.

Now, neither his neighbors nor his wife knows it, but he makes $125 a week.

What?

That his only income?

That's it. Nobody left him any money. Nobody pays his bills for him.

What's the job?

The bar supply salesman.

Glassware, napkins, coasters, that sort of thing.

It's a cover.

Brilliant account for him.

And he leads on his real thoughts of income.

I've checked out all his normal moves. He does his work, goes right home.

If he's working a racket, he's doing it on his route.

Here's a list of his customers.

Bars, restaurants, clubs.

Looks like a legitimate territory.

Here's the first connection, big -time bar and grill.

Didn't you say Biggie hangs out there?

He sure does.

All right, Ed, you better check out this bar, see if you can nail anything down.

I'll go with him.

Don't you have a class tonight?

I thought I'd skip it.

Well, in that case, let's go out for dinner.

It'll do you good.

Thanks, Chief, but I wouldn't be good company.

May I come in?

Sure.

It's a very interesting thing.

Yes, it is.

Why don't you have a seat?

I'll fix some coffee.

I can only stay a minute.

You're not surprised to see me?

I'm very glad to see you.

Why didn't you come to class tonight?

I don't know.

I wanted to, but it made a difference to you?

Of course.

It makes a difference with any of my students.

But I bet you don't go around checking up on them.

I'm sorry. I disturbed you.

Maria, you're starting to get yourself involved, maybe. You're coming up from

behind that desk now and you're looking past those books.

Please don't.

I feel like such a fool.

For being here? For caring about somebody?

And you do.

Oh, I'm sorry. The guy ain't dressed for company this time of night, ain't he?

Biggie, can we talk to you?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure. Come on in.

Sit down here.

You're gonna have to excuse me in the pajamas and the robe and all, you know.

I was trying to get a little shut -eye on account of that.

Excuse me.

Tomorrow I gotta go to the court, you know.

I guess I was kind of a little excited about it, that's all.

Baker, how are you going to plead tomorrow?

Mark, I thought about it good, like you told me to. Honest, honest I did. But

Frank and the lawyer, they convinced me that I shouldn't change my mind. So

I'll get out of here tomorrow and I'll tell them I'm guilty.

But we're asking you to plead innocent, Mr. Baker.

The facts are on your side.

They are not facts. I used to be a prize fighter in the ring, you know?

And sometimes I'd go up against a guy who the record says that I was better

him, but I didn't always beat him. Sometimes I'd lose the fight.

You see?

So what difference does it make? Sometimes a thing like this, the facts,

don't mean anything.

Bakey, this isn't the ring.

The courtroom.

That makes it even worse, don't you think?

Huh? You see in the ring, I could use these.

Get in there, do my own fighting.

But in the courtroom, no good. I gotta let somebody else do the fight for me.

Then let him fight.

Don't throw in the towel.

Throw in the towel?

How do you like that? She talks fight talk, huh?

You're all right, miss.

Yes, sir, you're okay.

Now, look at me. What do you say, huh?

Nothing, nobody.

It's never what they call a main event.

You understand?

But I go in there, I take my lumps, I take whatever money they give me, which

sometimes wasn't too much all the time, but at least, you know, I can't go

down there. They're not going to believe me.

But to plead guilty to something you know you didn't do?

Yeah.

I know, but I figure... I figure I'm lucky to get out of it this easy,

You see, why go around starting more trouble?

Well, Becky, that's what it's for, to take care of trouble.

So that you can get an even break.

Even break?

Huh? Yeah. All right, Mark, let me tell you something. You get down there

tomorrow and you see me in that courtroom, all right?

in front of all them jurors and the district attorney, and he says, ladies

gentlemen, I want you to look at this broken -down, punch -drunk ex -prize

fighter and so on and et cetera.

What, you think they're going to give me an even break?

Then you'd rather take a felony conviction on your record.

Yeah, you bet your sweet life I would, miss. Yes, if it means staying out of

that jail. That's it.

Becky, listen.

Becky, just listen to me, please.

Now, you're going to need a job, right?

Now, where are you going to work?

You're not a kid anymore.

And no matter where you go, they'll want to know about your record.

Yeah, I kind of like it.

You're two nice kids. I like it.

You're pretty, too.

So... So why don't the two of you just go about your business and don't get

mixed up in my troubles?

I'm an old man, almost.

So I took a lot of beatings in my time in the ring, so I take one more beating.

Bake it.

Forget it.

Forget it now. Come on.

Why don't you two go someplace where you can sit down and look at each other and

you can be glad that you're both young and that

you each got somebody to be nice with.

Good night. Good night, miss. Thank you for coming over. Good night, Mr. Smith.

Look.

Poor Baker.

Just going to take his beating and go on.

Well, at least he can. He has enough courage.

Courage?

He wears a good mask. Inside, he's alone and scared and wondering what's going

to fall on him next.

Why should something like this happen to a guy like him?

Why not?

It always does, doesn't it?

Happen to the scared little people.

You... Talking out of yourself now?

I was born scared.

Grew up scared.

Why? Look in the mirror, Mark. You know why.

That's no excuse.

Not for a man, maybe. A fighter.

But a woman?

Me? I needed defenses.

I needed walls.

So I built them.

Strong and high.

So high that you couldn't see over them?

What was there to see?

More frightened people?

There were so many of them the year I was a law clerk.

Nobody ever calls a lawyer to say, hello, how are you, everything's fine.

It's always trouble.

I sat and listened to them.

Helped them prepare their pitiful little cases.

And watched them lose their homes, their families, go to jail.

I cried then, almost every night.

I don't anymore.

I drew a blank. I'll tell.

If Wilson had something extra going for him at the big -time bar, neither the

bartender nor Frank Bolo is ready to say what it is. Frank Bolo?

He owns the place. He's the one helping Baker.

Sounded very concerned.

What does he say about Wilson?

Just that... Thank you.

Just that he's one of a dozen salesmen who call on him all the time, barely

knows him.

Not a hint of what Wilson might be peddling.

Well, what are the possibilities?

Bootleg whiskey, narcotics, pornography, what?

Did you say Wilson drove a late model sedan?

Yeah. Where is it?

I don't know.

Where was it the night he was jumped?

Was he walking toward it? Had he just left it? There was no mention of a car

the police report.

All right, let's take a ride.

Yes? Mrs. Wilson?

Yes. I'm Sergeant Brown, Officer Whitfield.

We're looking into your husband's case. May we come in?

Yes, of course.

Is anything wrong?

It's just routine, Mrs. Wilson.

Chief, this is Frank Bolo.

How do you do, Mr. Bolo?

It's funny seeing you twice in the same night, Sergeant. When you started

talking about Charlie Wilson, it made me start thinking.

Here I've been doing all I could for Bakey, and Charlie's the one who's laid

in the hospital and hurting.

So I thought I'd drop over and see if there's anything I could do.

Isn't that right, Mrs. Wilson?

Yes. You were very kind.

What's the use of making a few bucks if you can't help out, right?

Well, it'll only be a minute.

No, no, that's all right. I was just saying my goodbyes. Now, remember, if

there's anything I can do, be sure to let me know.

Thank you.

You barely knew, Wilson?

That's what he said.

What was it you wanted, officer?

We're trying to get your husband's case closed out. And we were wondering about

his car.

Oh.

I guess you want us to get the car out of the police garage.

I'll make arrangements to pick it up.

We'll take care of it.

Is there anything else?

It's late and you're tired.

Anything else we want to know can just wait.

Do you suppose Mr. Bolo came to tell her that Ed is investigating her husband?

Maybe.

She seemed upset enough.

At least we know she doesn't have the car.

I suppose somebody ought to say, find that car. So, find that car.

Policy slips. Numbers racket.

And that accounts for his high living.

But not for the beating.

Think somebody was trying to rob him? Maybe him.

Maybe he didn't have them paid off and they took it out of his hide. Well,

whatever it was, we have very little time left to find out.

When is Mr.

Baker's arraignment?

Any time after ten tomorrow.

What do you suggest, Chief?

We go back and see Mrs. Wilson.

auto theft, two counts.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Remanded to municipal court. Section four, the trial.

Bail $2 ,000.

Next.

I'm Baker.

assault with intent to commit grievous bodily injury.

How do you plead?

May the attorney for the defense and I approach the bench, Your Honor.

Well, hurry, gentlemen.

There are a lot of cases to be exposed now.

If it please, Your Honor, I have information on this case the court will

hear. The court will listen to anything Chief Ironside has to say.

In what capacity do you address the court, Chief?

As police officer?

And as amicus curiae, Your Honor.

There was insufficient time for us to call the Deputy District Attorney.

But with your permission, Your Honor, I suspect he will move to drop the charge.

So moved, Your Honor.

The charge that's recommended by the Deputy District Attorney is dropped.

And of course, thanks, Chief Ironside.

Perhaps you'd be good enough to explain it to me when court is recessed.

Next.

Victor Leonard.

Mr. Bolo.

You're under arrest.

Me? You're kidding.

Your lawyer's handy. You better call him.

I don't get it. What did I do?

I told them what you did.

Are you out of your mind? You know what they can do to you?

They already know I was collecting numbers bets for you.

And held out some of the door that you took out of my hide. But you shut your

mouth! I would have.

And taken the beating you had your goons lay on me.

But you weren't happy with that.

You had... You had to threaten her, too.

Well, you do anything you want to me, Frank.

But you don't touch my wife.

He won't be able to, Mr. Wilson, not from where he's going.

Mr. Bolo?

What did he ever want to go ahead and blame me for?

Were you guilty, the case would have been closed and no one would have found

what they really were doing.

I still don't get it.

It's simple, Mr. Baker.

Mark went about tilting at windmills and he won.

Not me.

Well, you made enough noise to attract some help.

I could have gotten Baker in a lot more trouble if I didn't get that help.

From a lot of people.

Mr. Baker, why don't you and I go ahead while Mr. Fanger explains to this young

lady that he's employed and he's got to get back to his jobs. Sure thing.

Carry your books to class tonight?

We don't have a class tonight. Minor technicality.

Oh, well, if I say yes, then our teacher -student relationship might be gone

forever. It is now, anyway.

But it could lead to... Yes, it could.

Can I see you tonight?

Yes.

Anytime, Mr. Sanger.