Nathan: Fellas, I’m having terrible trouble. Everybody’s scared on account of that lousy Brannigan, and I can’t Brannigan: Something wrong, Mr Detroit?
Nathan: Oh. Hello Lieutenant. I hope you don’t think I
was talking about you. There are other lousy Brannigans.
Brannigan: Detroit, I have just been talking to your colleagues about your crap game. I imagine you
are having trouble finding a place.
Nathan: Well the heat is on as you must know from the
fact that you now have to live on your salary.
(Brannigan glares and exits)
- Benny: Did you find a place.
- Nathan: What does that cop want from me? What am I a
- sex maniac? I merely run a crap game for the convenience of those who want a little action in return for which I take a small cut. Is that a crime! Yeah!