Blood On Blackies Sleeve

Hey Tom, get Boston's like his time. I told him to hurry, Jim. You're bad, Mikey. And on a double, Tom. How much do I owe you? Give me your parking check. I'll figure the time.

Oh, sure. What you nervous about, Mikey? In a hurry. That's all. Here's the check. OK. I better stand the time out before I can figure out what you owe me. There we are. How much do I owe you?

In a 7.45, an artist. Eight, twelve. That's a big sense. You keep the check. All right. Here you are. Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to drop it. Mike, you're so nervous. It's a matter. Nothing.

Hey, what's that on your sleeve? My sleeve? Yeah, that's the red stuff down there by the sleeve buttons. Oh. Like it. It looks like blood. What is that? That gem is none of your business.

And now we return to Richard Comer's Boston Viking. Enemy to those who make him an enemy. Friend to those who have no friends. Oh, just a minute, please. Yes? You're Boston Viking, aren't you? Yes, but I'm in a hurry.

I've been waiting for you for two hours. Two hours? Sorry. I've waited two days at necessary. Say, don't I know you? Oh, you might. I'm Carol Williams. Oh, yes. You used to be pretty friendly with a fellow named Fred Olin.

Yeah. That's why I'm here. Fred Donald J. Hill yesterday. I just wanted to warn you. About what? About Fred. I just wanted to warn you about what Fred. He's going to kill you, Blackie. You mean he's going to try.

You were the one that sent him to jail. You know what he promised to do when he got out. They all promised that. Yes, the spread is different than the others. I ought to know I was a girl for three years.