:29:34
Oh, hi, Myra.
I didn't recognize you.
:29:39
No, I'm sure you didn't.
:29:48
Myra's been here.
:29:55
And what's your objection to Myra?
-Same as anybody's.
:29:59
I stopped by your place, picked up
your mail.
:30:03
Just bills. I'll take care of them.
I can take care of my own bills, Lilly.
:30:06
Whatever you say.
:30:12
The manager at your place
said your boss called.
:30:17
Really pulled the wheel out of
everyone's eyes, ha?
:30:20
What're you talking about? So I got
a job, so what? -Stop kidding me.
:30:23
Four years in a town like Los Angeles,
a peanut selling job is the best you can do.
:30:27
D'ya expect me to believe that?
- What's there?
:30:30
The boss called.
You said do yourself.
:30:32
That dump you live in, those
clown pictures on the walls...
:30:36
I like them. -You do not. Roy Dillon,
corn-ball clown pictures, comission salesman
:30:39
it's all a front.
You're working some angle.
:30:42
Don't tell me you're not,'cause I wrote
the book.
:30:45
You want to talk? You still want to run
playback money for the mob?
:30:48
That's me. That's who I am. You were
never cut off for the rackets, Roy. -How come?
:30:52
You aren't tough enough.
:30:56
Not as tough as you, ha?
-How d'ya get tha punch in the stomach?