: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?
:31:02
I tripped on a chair.
-Get off the grift, Roy!
:31:06
Why?
:31:11
You haven't got the stomach for it.
:31:20
Oh, good, Carol. Come in.
Dr. Mitchel says you can get out of here Friday.
:31:28
But that you should have someone to look in
on you, so I hired Carol.
:31:32
You hired? - You'll pay me back, I'm sure.
-Lilly, I make my own decisions for a long
:31:36
time now.
-Roy, you couldn't possibly object
:31:39
to a pretty young lady coming to
visit you. -Carol!
:31:51
Do you know why my mother
hired you?
:31:56
Ha, yes. I'll come every afternoon
and make sure you feel...