“This contains reports with all the figures on our small loans department,” says Mister Milton. “It’ll give you the whole picture. Look them over – – in your spare time, of course.”
Al takes the briefcase, and notices it has his initials stamped on the front of it.
“Oh, the briefcase is a slight gift from the bank,” says Milton, laughing.
“Well, thank you!” says Al. “Thank you very much, Mister Milton.”
“Glad to have you back with us, Al,” says Milton, shaking Al’s hand.
“Thank you, sir,” says Al. Al picks up his Havana cigar from the ashtray and leaves.
Marie Derry is talking on the phone in her apartment.
“Well of course, sweetheart, I knew you’d be heartbroken!” says Marie. “But listen: you can get another blonde! What about Sylvia Mack?” Marie laughs. “Oh, you’re crazy! I think your legs are cute! Well, I’m sorry too, but he doesn’t want me to work nights. He says it’s inconvenient!” She laughs again. “Oh, he’s wonderful. And how! Snappy uniform, a whole ribbon counter on his chest. Sure, I’ll bring him in sometime!”
The door buzzes.
“Hey, the doorbell’s ringing. I guess that’s my Freddy!” says Marie. “Yeah, yeah. Bye!” She hangs up the phone.