04x30 - A Night with the Boys

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Good evening fellow members
of the b*at 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 oh.

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 jump man and I love to ball along with
a wheel and in a hand and four on the road.

I like to dig the coolness of a ten a 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 talk cat that ever flipped.

It's time to cut out.

Disassociate me from the
bourgeois trivia which follows.

I'll dig you later.

Alright Manny, hit me one.
Make it the right one.

This certainly is your night.

Yeah give me a signed
contract with Lady Luck.

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

Swell Smalley, swell.

I pass.

Little tough getting the little bride to
cut the apron strings Mr. Newlywed?

Stop ragging the kid, will you?

You're gonna play cards, play cards.

So I made my play.

I just want to know if Mr. Newlywed
is still in the game.

Gee Smalley.
Don't keep calling me that please.

Is the bridegroom still in the game?

No I guess I'll pass.

Pass?

When you're so far behind pal,
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 salary,
he's in over his head now.

Why don't you lay off.

Look man, 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 Kevinson.

I passed.

So it's a showdown between
me and little Irv, huh.

Well I bet a spot.

Come on, raise me Irv.

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

Well, read 'em and weep.

For little beauties, left to right.

Me...

I got three kings.

Tough luck.

Who wants a beer?

It's getting late, Smalley.

I don't want anymore.

Well, what's eating you guys anyway?

So I'm a big bad man.
So Irv gets the nerve to take a night at 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 boom.

Listen, you keep out of this.

I'm not scared of you Smalley.

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

Let's call it a night.

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

You mean you're all chicken.

I have to quit.

Besides Francie is all over me.

Well, good night fellows,
I'll see you in the morning.

Irv.

I'm gonna 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 work.

Ya. Good night.

You live around here, Mister?

Yeah, few blocks.
Five or six maybe.

Where exactly?

- - apartment .

My name is Randall.
Irving Randall.

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

It's about you, walking so 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, few weeks.

And nobody's warned you?

Warn me?

In this neighbourhood,
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.

Ya, I've read about that.

Last week, just a block from here,

a woman was beaten up something
awful by a sixteen-year-old

just for a couple of bucks.

So be careful about strolling around
the streets so late at night, Mister.

- Thank you, officer.
- Good night.

Irv!

Irv, what happened?

As I was walking home
from Manny's tonight,

this, this big kid, maybe to .

He sneaked up behind me.

I didn't have a chance hon.

Your cheek, it's hurt.

I'm just messed up a little.

No honey, it's just a scratch.

He took my wallet, Francie.

My whole week salary.

You could have been k*lled.

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 salary.
- Oh, I don't care about the money.

Honest?

Of course, so long as you're alright.

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 off tomorrow.
Don't go to work.

I don't need any help.

- Yes you do.
- No I don't.

I'll just get these clothes off
and take a bath.

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 same, you have to report it.

You can't just say "here take my
week's salary", thanks very much.

Listen to me.

You're tired and upset.
I'll call the police.

No!

I don't want you to do it for me either.

Now, the whole things done with.

They won't catch the boy.

- You're upset. I just explained...
- And over me won't help.

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.

It'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?

Everytime I think of that boy jumping you,
you could have been k*lled.

Well the cops won't find him.

That week's salary's going
right down the drain.

You'll get a break somehow.

Maybe a raise, you deserve one.

Hmm... that's a fat chance
with 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.

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.

I don't think much of myself except

being lucky enough to have met you.

Aw... Francie.

Without you I don't know
where I get any confidence.

Any at all.

I'll get it.

Hello?

Ya, this's 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?

I suppose so.

All right Lieutenant.

Yes, 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 you got mugged.

No question it's him?

Okay Wiley, 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?

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 $ .

Kid must have unloaded
or lost a couple of bucks,

but you can count it for yourself.
bucks.

I tell you I won the
dough in a crap game.

I never mugged nobody.

How can I be sure this is really mine?

Because he was caught exactly three
blocks from where you are mugged.

Running like the devil was chasing him.

That's what I meant by real evidence.

The denominations could clinch it.

You had mostly tens and
twenties like that?

Yeah.

Tens and twenties, mostly.

Okay tough guy.

And wait outside.

Now 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.

Wiley isn't as tough as he seems.

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

How old is he? ?

Less than that. .

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... and years old...

He'll be Wiley's age.

The years go fast you know.

Getting this money
back helps a lot, huh.

I got two of my own, I know.

Can we forget about the boy?

Could get a long stretch in
juvenile hall if you wanted it.

No, no. Jail wouldn't help him.

Well, that's swell of you, Mr. Randall.

Get Wiley back in here.

Do I have to see him again?

I want him to realize that not
everybody is against him.

Wiley,

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 money.

Yea, sure.

So long Mister.

Lots of luck, kid.

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

Oh. What happened?

Oh you got it back.

See, didn't I tell you?

But don't look so glum.

I didn't recognize him.

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.

He's a juvenile delinquent.

He's only a kid. Sixteen.

He stole your money.

Suppose it isn't my money.

Well, it is the right amount
doesn't that prove it?

It's not the right amount.

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?

Supposed 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 Irv, you're not making any sense.

Honey, turn off 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 better get going.

Call me from the office.

I will.

Oh, and don't forget
to deposit that money.

Ya, I will.

Do it on my lunch hour.

Hey Smalley!
It's me, Irv.

Smalley? You up yet?

Came by to pick up the vouchers.

Smalley?

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, Smalley.

Oh I sure took a b*ating.

You say er...

You say it was just a kid?

Yeah.

Couldn't you take care of yourself?

Well, I er...

He jumped me, I didn't have a chance.

How much did he get?

bucks.

Hey, where are those vouchers?

Over there.

I hope you get better soon.

Irv.

I uh...

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
sell out to commercialism.

But that reminds me.

You wanted to know why I'm hung up.

I shall now show you what bug me.

I'll dig you this conclusion.

Please reciprocate.

Man I've change my mind,
that was the greatest.

The story maybe 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.