Sam Tolliver

Pat Novak for hire. I'm Pat Novak for hire. Sit the sign out in front of my place says, Pat Novak for hire.

It's the easy way because down here in the waterfront in San Francisco, you can't afford to wait your turn. If you're gonna make a living down here, you gotta do everything you can. And you gotta be out of the hand house by son up.

on up. Even then, it doesn't work out always because you get trouble, tax-free. It's like leukemia. There's nothing you can do about it. There's no way to duck it. You might as well try to start a conga line in the cathedral. I found that out Monday night when I met an old friend. It was the night before elections and I was sitting in the office scratching

married women out of an old date book when Sam Talomer showed up. I hadn't seen him for years, but it was a nice, easy meeting. What other way is it when you're good friends? You look just the same, Pancy. Yeah. It's good to see you, Sam. Sit down.

Sure. Doing well, I guess, huh? You get different stories? Where have you been? All odd luck steps. Syracuse for a while, and Juliet. That's where I come from now. Yeah? That's where they got a big prison.

Uh-huh. When you came too far, Sam, you should have stopped and opened. Huh? That's right. If you're out here to play small, Robert, you better think it over. It's a tough time. All right, me, Pat.

See, Sam, once you start losing them, it's hard to win again. I just thought you might want to know about San Francisco. Thanks. Thanks, but you don't have to worry, Pat. See, I get a smart streak.