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hwpHi, Howard.
Allie. Jeez.
- How are you?
- What are you doing here?
- Why didnt you tell me?
- Just thought Id drop in.
God, thats so funny
because, you know...
...I was just thinking about you.
I saw your show on TV.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
What I had to do to get them
to turn off the ballgame.
This Alfred Miller. Hes my friend.
Hes a big TV writer.
This is Margo, the big waitress.
- How are you?
- Pleased to meet you.
Listen, I thought before the dinner
rush, we could take a walk.
Play a little chess or something.
Sure. Marg?
- Can you take over the register?
- Sure, Howard.
I mean, unless youre too busy.
For you?
Are you kidding?
- Its good to see you.
- You too.
- Hey, Howard.
- Yeah?
Whats the price on
the Kid Gavilan-Basilio fight?
- Its -to- Gavilan.
- Ill take Basilio five times.
Okay, you got it.
You never change.
Its your move.
Howard, I cant work anymore.
Yeah?
What, like writers block?
No.
- Well, what? Youre not sick, are you?
- Im blacklisted.
- Yeah, all right, but you feel okay.
- I feel terrible.
But youre healthy,
besides your ulcer.
Howard, they wont buy my scripts.
Im on a blacklist.
You know what that means?
Its a list of names. The studios have
them, the networks, the ad agencies.
Youre on the list, youre marked.
You dont work.
So, what difference does
it make if Im healthy?
Well, you know,
it makes a difference.
So, what are you blacklisted for?
- Im a communist sympathizer.
- Well, you always were.
Well, its not so popular anymore.
Hey, how many times have I told you?
Take care of number one.
So, all right, who can you sue?
Nobody.
Nobody admits theres a blacklist.
I mean, they just say,
"Your scripts not good enough."
"Youre not right for the assignment."
Hey, I know some people.
Theyre not exactly people...
...but for $ theyll break a few legs,
and youre not bothered anymore.
- Thats not what I need.
- You need money?
I know a stock which is low now,
but its going up.
I need another name.
Yeah, I can see that.
Rappaport.
- Arnold Rappaport.
- Pseudonyms dont work.
They know were all changing
our names. I need a real person.
Of course.
Someone they can believe
and I can trust.
- Naturally.
- Now, listen...
...I wouldnt ask you...
- Who would you ask? Id be insulted.
- Nobody would know, just us.
- When do we start?
Wait a minute. Youd better find out
what youre getting into.
- You put my name on your scripts.
- Its not that simple.
I write the scripts,
send them in your name...
...they buy the scripts, right?
- Its perfect.
- Theyll wanna meet the writer.
- So?
Youre gonna have to go
and be the writer.
So Ill be the writer.
Whats the big deal?
I can do it, and I wanna do it.
Im your friend. Youre in trouble.
Whats a friend for?
These days you can get
in trouble being friends.
Life is risk.
- Im gonna pay you for this, Howard.
- What do you mean "pay"?
A friend takes money?
Ten percent from each script
and no arguments.
You can use the money,
youre always in hock...
...and Id be paying
an agent that anyway.
- Ten percent?
- Off the top.
- How much do you get for a script?
- $ $ . It depends on the show.
Go home and write.
Your troubles are over.
What are you pulling here?
You owe me for three winters already.
Im not charity.
Dont get excited.
Your moneys coming.
You book bets, you lose,
you pay off.
What, you dont trust me?
You know...
Dont get me mad on you, you hear?
Weve been doing business a long
time, so dont get me mad on you.
I dont understand you.
Do you flush your salary
down the toilet?
No, I had a tip on a stock.
It looked good, so I plunged.
Why dont you ask me?
Im familiar with the market.
Ask me before you flush
your salary down the toilet.
- All right, next time Ill ask you.
- Howard, whats it gonna be with you?
Mama and Papa would turn
in their graves.
I havent found myself yet, you know,
but its all gonna change, Myer.
You were always the smart one.
Did I get the lessons?
You couldve gone to college.
Instead youre a bum.
How much this time?
- Six hundred.
- You said on the phone four.
Yeah, I know. Four gets me even,
then Im blank.
- Im keeping strict accounts.
- You said four, you get four.
Enough is enough.
Im at the end of my rope, Howard.
I got a business.
You know what it costs now
to feed one lousy mink?
- You know what a cutter gets?
- Thanks...
If you were realizing your potential,
Id say, "Fine, thats an investment."
- Im working on it, Myer.
- At that cockamamie job you got?
You call that a job,
with your head?
- I think youre gonna be surprised.
- Im serious.
The well is running dry.
Sink or swim.
- $ . The winner, number three,
Mr. Turf, ridden by William Boland...
- - and - . The place horse,
number six, Stepchild...
The show horse, number
Easy Whirl...
- Belmont Park are a service
of WTRM. Each race...
Loews Sheraton.
Well, who wants him?
Who? Florence Barrett?
What do you look like?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
This is... Thats right.
This is Howard Prince, the writer.
No kidding, did you?
Yeah, you liked it?
Sure. No, I can meet...
Afternoons are fine
