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With what?
The ten dollars.
Oh, ten dollars
Yes.
A friend of mine yeah, really his mother was terribly sick and she was dying, would you believe it?
No.
Oh, you think I'm lying?
Yes.
All right, I'm lying. Don't forget you called me a liar.
Oh, Matt.
Say, I just heard the merger isn't going thru. Isn't that grand?
Yeah, swell.
What happened? What did he say? Did you get the job?
Yeah.
What's the matter, Matt? Gee, I thought you'd be thrilled to death.
Come here. You know, a few minutes ago I was in Cluett's office and Mrs. Dickson was there.
Well . . . ?
Well, he was making love to her.
Oh Matt, you must be mistaken.
I tell you, I saw them!
In Cluett's office?
Yes, right in his office, the rat. I'd like to take a crack at that guy.
What's keeping you?
Oh, Charlie again.
Say Matt, you haven't done anything about what you saw today, have you?
Who? Cluett? No, not yet. But I'd like to take a crack at that stiff necked, horse dollar.[6]
Oh now, don't be silly.
Can you imagine that guy? He was kissing her.
Now you've got me worried, dear. Promise me you won't butt in.
Okay, honey but just the same I'd like to take a crack at that
Shh . . . ! I'll wait for you upstairs.
All right, dear.
Oh, Matt . . .
Don't cry, honey. Everything's gonna be all right.
What's he doing, honey? Is he getting any help?
Something's happened. He isn't trying anymore.
They must have turned him down.
Yes. He called some of the biggest people in town.
Sure, they'd turn him down. He ought to know that. I'm going in there and talk to him.
Did you talk to him?
Yeah. I got an idea. Come on, let's get to a telephone.
Dickson's in a jam I tell you. The run's getting worse.
Mr. Williams . . .
The big guys have got the screws on him. You've got to come through for him, Mr. Conway. He came through for you a hundred times. If his friends don't help him, who is going to help him?
Matt, look! There's Mr. Jones!
Howdoyoudo, Mrs. Dickson.
Is that busy husband of mine busy?
He's at a board meeting.
Board meeting. Oh, that means hours, I suppose.
I'm afraid so.
Helen, did you ever try competing with a bank?
No.
Well, take my word for it, and don't try it. It's useless! If it were some other woman, I could handle her, but after all, you can't scratch a bank's eyes out now, can you?
Hardly.
Oh, well. I guess the only other thing for me to do is to go out and buy myself a few sticks of dynamite. When he comes out, you tell him I'll be back. He hasn't gotten rid of me!
All right.
Yes, ma'am, you can deposit your money here.
Is it safe?
Absolutely.
It's his life insurance money, you know.
Quiet down, please! Take it easy, folks. Everything will be all right.
But you said it would be safe! It's his life insurance money. Oh, please, I'll go to the Old Ladies' Home if you don't do something, please!
Please, lady. Please be quiet. Everything will be all right. Open up here, folks. All right, folks, please!
Well, Sampson, what is it?
Here's the data on the Clyde deal.
Good. I'll take this along with me. Tell Clyde I'll see him tomorrow. I'm sick and tired of the delay.
I'm afraid he's been stalling.
That's just exactly what he has been doing. This deal should have been closed weeks ago. Tell him to keep tomorrow open . . .
He says he can't get away in the daytime.
How about his nights? He's too busy running around. Tell him to keep tomorrow night open, come in and sign this thing, or I'll call this whole deal off.
Yes, sir.
The lobby's half filled now.
What are you talking about?
They've been coming in steady all morning. I have called for some extra police.
All right. Send down to the vaults and have our reserve cash sent up here right away.
We haven't much on hand, you know. If it gets any worse, I hope we don't have to close the doors.
The bank's reputation wouldn't be worth a nickel after that. This is just a flurry, that's all. They've heard about the robbery and got panicstricken. Listen, get a hold of our available securities and have them turned into cash. Wait a minute. Get my personal stuff and have that turned into cash too. Tell the boys anyone caught arguing with a depositor will be fired on the spot.
Yes, sir.
Look at them, Mr. Dickson. They're going crazy.
Did you get the case for the securities?
Yes, sir.
Mine too?
Yes, sir. But soon as our money runs out, they'll mob the place.
The fools! If they only knew it, they're making things worse for themselves. Somebody starts a silly rumor, and they lose their heads.
What'll we do?
I'll talk to them. Listen, go back and tell the boys to stall as much as possible. Tell 'em not to pay any attention to what I said. Tell 'em to verify every signature.
We can't keep open till four o'clock. We haven't cash enough to last an hour.
Don't you think I know it?
Mr. Dickson! Mr. Dickson!
Get all the big bills in the place. Take them out and get them changed. Get nothing but ones and fives. Distribute them among the tellers. Tell them to take their time. Stall as much as possible. Count and recount the money.
Yes, sir.
I hate to do this, but I've got to have time to dig up some help. I think I know where I can get some real cash. Snap into it, Sampson. We will lick this thing yet.
What's the matter? What's going on here? This is ridiculous! You can't hold this boy on a vague suspicion.
I'm afraid I must, Mr. Dickson.
Why pick on him ?
It's an inside job. That's a cinch. Whoever did it had a pretty good picture of the layout. Now Brown, here, is in charge of the vaults, isn't he?
Yes.
What time did this thing happen?
The clock opposite the vault was stopped by a bullet at 12:09.
All right. If the boy proves an alibi, he's all right, isn't he?

With what?

The ten dollars.

Oh, ten dollars

Yes.

A friend of mine yeah, really his mother was terribly sick and she was dying, would you believe it?

No.

Oh, you think I'm lying?

Yes.

All right, I'm lying. Don't forget you called me a liar.

Oh, Matt.

Say, I just heard the merger isn't going thru. Isn't that grand?

Yeah, swell.

What happened? What did he say? Did you get the job?

Yeah.

What's the matter, Matt? Gee, I thought you'd be thrilled to death.

Come here. You know, a few minutes ago I was in Cluett's office and Mrs. Dickson was there.

Well . . . ?

Well, he was making love to her.

Oh Matt, you must be mistaken.

I tell you, I saw them!

In Cluett's office?

Yes, right in his office, the rat. I'd like to take a crack at that guy.

What's keeping you?

Oh, Charlie again.

Say Matt, you haven't done anything about what you saw today, have you?

Who? Cluett? No, not yet. But I'd like to take a crack at that stiff necked, horse dollar.[6]

Oh now, don't be silly.

Can you imagine that guy? He was kissing her.

Now you've got me worried, dear. Promise me you won't butt in.

Okay, honey but just the same I'd like to take a crack at that

Shh . . . ! I'll wait for you upstairs.

All right, dear.

Oh, Matt . . .

Don't cry, honey. Everything's gonna be all right.

What's he doing, honey? Is he getting any help?

Something's happened. He isn't trying anymore.

They must have turned him down.

Yes. He called some of the biggest people in town.

Sure, they'd turn him down. He ought to know that. I'm going in there and talk to him.

Did you talk to him?

Yeah. I got an idea. Come on, let's get to a telephone.

Dickson's in a jam I tell you. The run's getting worse.

Mr. Williams . . .

The big guys have got the screws on him. You've got to come through for him, Mr. Conway. He came through for you a hundred times. If his friends don't help him, who is going to help him?

Matt, look! There's Mr. Jones!

Howdoyoudo, Mrs. Dickson.

Is that busy husband of mine busy?

He's at a board meeting.

Board meeting. Oh, that means hours, I suppose.

I'm afraid so.

Helen, did you ever try competing with a bank?

No.

Well, take my word for it, and don't try it. It's useless! If it were some other woman, I could handle her, but after all, you can't scratch a bank's eyes out now, can you?

Hardly.

Oh, well. I guess the only other thing for me to do is to go out and buy myself a few sticks of dynamite. When he comes out, you tell him I'll be back. He hasn't gotten rid of me!

All right.

Yes, ma'am, you can deposit your money here.

Is it safe?

Absolutely.

It's his life insurance money, you know.

Quiet down, please! Take it easy, folks. Everything will be all right.

But you said it would be safe! It's his life insurance money. Oh, please, I'll go to the Old Ladies' Home if you don't do something, please!

Please, lady. Please be quiet. Everything will be all right. Open up here, folks. All right, folks, please!

Well, Sampson, what is it?

Here's the data on the Clyde deal.

Good. I'll take this along with me. Tell Clyde I'll see him tomorrow. I'm sick and tired of the delay.

I'm afraid he's been stalling.

That's just exactly what he has been doing. This deal should have been closed weeks ago. Tell him to keep tomorrow open . . .

He says he can't get away in the daytime.

How about his nights? He's too busy running around. Tell him to keep tomorrow night open, come in and sign this thing, or I'll call this whole deal off.

Yes, sir.

The lobby's half filled now.

What are you talking about?

They've been coming in steady all morning. I have called for some extra police.

All right. Send down to the vaults and have our reserve cash sent up here right away.

We haven't much on hand, you know. If it gets any worse, I hope we don't have to close the doors.

The bank's reputation wouldn't be worth a nickel after that. This is just a flurry, that's all. They've heard about the robbery and got panicstricken. Listen, get a hold of our available securities and have them turned into cash. Wait a minute. Get my personal stuff and have that turned into cash too. Tell the boys anyone caught arguing with a depositor will be fired on the spot.

Yes, sir.

Look at them, Mr. Dickson. They're going crazy.

Did you get the case for the securities?

Yes, sir.

Mine too?

Yes, sir. But soon as our money runs out, they'll mob the place.

The fools! If they only knew it, they're making things worse for themselves. Somebody starts a silly rumor, and they lose their heads.

What'll we do?

I'll talk to them. Listen, go back and tell the boys to stall as much as possible. Tell 'em not to pay any attention to what I said. Tell 'em to verify every signature.

We can't keep open till four o'clock. We haven't cash enough to last an hour.

Don't you think I know it?

Mr. Dickson! Mr. Dickson!

Get all the big bills in the place. Take them out and get them changed. Get nothing but ones and fives. Distribute them among the tellers. Tell them to take their time. Stall as much as possible. Count and recount the money.

Yes, sir.

I hate to do this, but I've got to have time to dig up some help. I think I know where I can get some real cash. Snap into it, Sampson. We will lick this thing yet.

What's the matter? What's going on here? This is ridiculous! You can't hold this boy on a vague suspicion.

I'm afraid I must, Mr. Dickson.

Why pick on him ?

It's an inside job. That's a cinch. Whoever did it had a pretty good picture of the layout. Now Brown, here, is in charge of the vaults, isn't he?

Yes.

What time did this thing happen?

The clock opposite the vault was stopped by a bullet at 12:09.

All right. If the boy proves an alibi, he's all right, isn't he?