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Yeah, right.
Come on, get ready. It's important.
Nah, go ahead. I'm not big on parties.
Oh, don't be a grump.
...What a knucklehead.
Who?
Dave.
How's that?
Ahh...
...Money problems. He's thinking about canceling the Annex.
So?
*That means I don't run Nirdlinger's!*
Mm.
...What's so damn strange about that?
I didn't say a word.
'Gratulations, Gina. It's so goddamn wonderful.
Congratulations, Gina.
Life is so goddamn wonderful, you almost won't believe it.
Honey...
It's just a goddamn bowl of cherries, I'm sure.
Honey.
How are you?
I don't know what's going on. I
What happened to you?
...I don't know what happened to Big Dave. I know some of it. Irregularities in my books, they said. Can I explain it.
You don't have to
I helped him cook the books, Ed. I did do that.
You don't have to tell them anything. We're getting you a lawyer.
I know all about that. But I don't know how much to tell them.
Don't tell 'em anything. We're getting you Freddy Riedenschneider.
Should I... should I tell you why?
You don't have to tell me anything.
...My books used to be perfect. Anyone could open them up, make sense of the whole goddamn store.
Honey...
I knew we'd pay for it.
...Doris
Nah, don't say anything. I'm alright.
Rye.
Just coffee.
You sure you don't want something stiffer?
...Doesn't become a matter of public record unless there's foul play. However. I don't believe I'm *prohibited* from telling you this. I guess I'm not obliged to tell you, either. I don't exactly know. But if *I* were the man, I'd want to be told.
Told what?
I, uh... thanks.
...Hell, I hope I've done the right thing.
My wife and I had not... performed the sex act in many years.
How ya doin', Ed?
OK. Take your coat, Ann?
...Were you in the service, Ed?
No, Dave, I wasn't.
...That's quite a wife you got there.
Mm.
She's a rare one.
How's business, Dave?
Couldn't be better. These're boom times in retailing. We're opening another store, Big Dave's Annex, there on Garson. This is strictly haberdasherycasual wear, pyjamas, ladies' foundations and undergarments. Matter of fact, I'm thinking of making Doris the comptroller. How're things at the, uh, the barbershop?
All right, I guess.
...Fine. Fine. Well, you might want to drop by the Annex when we open, update your suit'course, you're in the smock all day.
...Say, where do you get those things anyway?
Specialty store down in Sacramento.
Uhhuh.
...Ed, I...
What is it, Dave?
Uhhuh.
Hell, I, I'm not proud of it. But, uh, that's not the worst of it. I got a note. A blackmail note. You know, come across or everybody knows.
Uhhuh.
Well, you know what that would do to me.
I guess it would be pretty awkward.
Awkward?! Ann'd throw me out on my keister! Hell, it's her family's store*her* store. I serve at the indulgence of the goddamn ownership, Ed.
Uhhuh.
I only work here! And the lady's husband would know... Oh, Jesus.
How much to they want, Dave?
$10,000! I don't know what to do, Ed. I don't know what I *can* do. Even though I know who the sonofabitch is.
...You know... who *who* is?
The sonofabitch. The blackmailer. It's, uh, it's no one you know. It's a businessman from Sacramento. A goddamn pansy, Ed. He tried to rope me into some crackpot scheme; I heard him out and then told him to go to hell. And the very next day, the very next day, Ed, I get blackmailed for the same amount.
Would he... it sounds pretty obvious.
Well, I guess he don't care that it's obvious.
Mm. How, uh... how did he know that
He's staying at the hotel I've gone to with, uh, with the lady in question. Must've seen us.
...Oh, Jesus.
...Why don't you just pay him, Dave?
That's my capitalization on the Annex! *My* operation, Ed! Christ almighty. That's what I was just talking to Doris about, a way of getting the money from the store that we could hide from Ann.
Mm.
Embezzling, Ed. From my own goddamn wife!
Please, Ed.
But it's...
Please, Ed.
Your place?
I'm at Nirdlinger's. Let yourself in.
OK.
...Dave?
Come on in.
...It ruined me. This money. No annex. I'm all shot to hell.
So you paid the guy?
...What kind of man *are* you?
...Huh?
What kind of man *are* you?
Big Dave
I'd understand if you'd walked in here. Socked me in the nose. Whatever. I deserved it.
I, uh...
I'm not proud of what I did. But *you*.
A goose, friend. I was chasing a wild goose. Ed, have you ever heard of venture capital?