Can you put me away, Mr. Reardon?
Blinky Franklin made a deathbed statement under oath. There's no stronger testimony. And there's a chambermaid in an Atlantic City hotel that has a memory for faces. Well?
Oh, there's no use kidding myself. I'd do anything you wanted. Give you every penny I could lay my hands on.
How many pennies is that?
Well, I might be able to raise $65, $70 thousand at the most.
Not enough.
That's all I could possibly get together. I'm not stalling, Mr. Reardon, not now. I know when I'm beaten. I'm fighting for my life, not Kitty Collins' life, but mine. I have a home now and a husband. I've got a life worth fighting for, and there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do to keep it just the way it is.
Well, we might still be able to do business if you put a prize in with the CrackerJack.
What do you mean?
I wanna fall guy when it's over.
Who would that be?
Colfax.
Even the old Kitty Collins never sang, Mr. Reardon.
