222- The Coward

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There's a fortune in the cabin of an airplane crashed on an island. somewhere in the Caribbean and only you know where it is. By your side, sailing the treacherous channels, a smiling killer with a knife from whom there is no escape.

Listen now, as escape brings you E. Jack Newman story, the coward. You. When I stay here, senior.

Ryan, around? Your name, please. Frank Dorian. Frank Dorian. You've come for employment? The employment of a scene of offices, look. I'm an old friend, is. What is it you wish? I wish for you to keep trying with the englaser, baby.

You're doing fine. One moment. Never mind the phone. I'll tell them I'm here myself. You keep enjoying the heat and checking those field reports, honey. In it, Frank Dorian. Dorian, I thought you were dead.

I'm not. It's a nice little secretary you got there Ed. Can she spell? Maria does fine. Come on in. How's the oil business? Okay, lots of work are usual. All your legs took 18 months in a hospital in Mexico City.

But they're okay now. What do you want Frank? You'd give him the tummy too? Give me a what? The look, the cold meat stuff. We don't need any pilots. Nothing open here Frank. I'm not looking for work.

I'm looking for a boat. Give up flying, did you? For the moment, yeah. It's on your mind. One of those power launches out there, like the rent one for about four or five days. Why?