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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 jumping man and I love to ball along with a wheel in the hand and a

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 tautest cat that ever flipped. It's time to cut out.

Disassociate me from the bourgeois trivia which follows.

I'll dig you later.

Hit me one.

Pick the right one. This certainly is your night.

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

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

Swell, Smalley.

Swell. All right, Pat.

A little puff, getting a little bride, got the apron strings, Mr. Newlywed?

Stop bragging, kid, will you?

If you're going to play cards, play cards.

So I made my play. I just want to know if Mr. Newlywed's still in the game.

Let's see, Smalley.

Don't keep calling her that. Please.

Is the bridegroom still in the game?

No, I guess I'll pass.

Pass?

When you're so far behind?

Oh, this isn't the time to pass, Irv.

Come on in.

Got a chance to win all that money back.

All right, Manny, give me two cards. Look, Irv doesn't make your kind of

He's done over his head now. Now, why don't you lay off him? 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 the little Irv, huh?

Well, I bet a ten spot.

Come on, raise me, Earth.

No, I'll... I'll just see.

Well, read them and weep.

Four little beauties left to write.

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 whoever 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 stockroom, Smalley.

Not until he wins a few more weeks' salary from you. Then he'll lower the

Listen, you keep out of this.

I'm not scared of you, Smalley.

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

Let's call it a night.

Yeah. The water's getting too deep and dirty.

You mean you're all chicken.

Well, I have to quit.

Besides, France is all alone.

Good night, fellas. I'll see you in the morning.

Herb.

I'm going to 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

Yeah.

Good night.

You live around here, mister?

Yeah. A few blocks.

Five or six, maybe.

Where exactly?

110 Pitkin.

Apartment 2.

My name's Randall. Irving Randall.

What's this all about? I haven't done anything wrong.

It's about you walking through easy and alone on the street like it was Maine 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.

Oh, yeah, I've read about that.

Last week, just a block from here, a woman was beaten up something awful by a

-year -old just for a couple of bucks.

So be careful about strolling around the streets early at night, mister.

Thank you, officer.

Good night.

Thank you.

Walking home from Manny tonight, this big kid, maybe 16 or 17, sneaked up

me.

I didn't have a chance, hon.

Your cheek, it's hurt.

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

Well, 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.

Did 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?

Just wasn't anybody around.

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

And rest all tomorrow.

Don't go to work.

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 thing, you ought to report it.

Well, you can't just say, here, take my weak dolly, thanks very much.

Oh, 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 just explained it. And fighting over me won't help.

Well, 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.

That'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.

Operator, give me the police.

There. Feel better, honey?

Mm -hmm.

Every time I think of that boy jumping you, you could have been killed.

Well, the cops won't find him.

That weak salary's gone right down the drain.

You'll get a break somehow.

Maybe a raise.

You deserve one.

That's a fat chance for 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.

I'd 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.

I'll get it.

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?

Oh, I suppose so.

All right, Lieutenant.

Yeah, 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.

In here, Mr. Randall.

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

No question it's him.

Okay, why don't you 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?

Well, it was dark. I told you that over the phone.

It's 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.

A kid must have unloaded and lost a couple of bucks, but you can count it

yourself, $92.

I tell you, I won that dough in a crock 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,

like the devil was chasing him.

That's what I meant by real evidence.

The denominations could clinch it.

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

Yeah.

10s and 20s, mostly.

Okay, tough guy.

And wait outside.

How 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's not like a lot of other kids, a real bad character.

How old is he?

Seventeen? Less than that.

Sixteen.

I guess it's kind of tough growing up in a neighborhood like this. That's for

sure.

I couldn't press charges against the kid lieutenant.

You know, it's... It's funny, my... My wife's gonna have a baby.

Oh?

And in 16 years, he'll be white as 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. Jill

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's 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.

Well, 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

So

long

mister Lots of luck kitten

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

What happened?

Oh, you got it back.

See, didn't I tell you?

But don't look so glum.

I didn't recognize you.

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.

I suppose it isn't my money.

Well, it's the right amount. Doesn't that prove it? It's not the right

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 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 his family needs it for rent or for the doctor like

you and me.

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

Hey, turn out the light and come to bed.

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'd better get going.

Call me from the office.

I will.

And don't forget to deposit that money.

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

Hey, Smalley, it's me, Irv.

Smalley, you up yet?

Came by to pick up the vouchers.

What happened to you?

Last night, after I left Manny's place about a block away, some kid jumped me.

Blonde kid.

Took all my dough.

Lousy little crook.

That's... That's too bad, Sully.

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?

92 bucks.

Say, where are those vouchers?

I hope you get better soon.

Irv?

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

Well, I was wondering, uh... 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

What

can

I say man a typical tale of middle -class types

Caught in the rat race of modern society.

And a happy ending as a final sellout 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.