Spoils for Victor

Soil's for victory, starring Mr. Robert Horton. A tale well calculated to keep you in. So suspense. Here from the DA's office, huh? So you want some answers, huh? So you can set the record straight?

Why not? One guy's dead already and me next, probably. Only one thing. Go easy on Madeline. Because it really isn't her fault. None of it. Okay? Well, I don't have to tell you about Hollywood.

It's full of guys like me, guys with good builds and Greek profiles and curly hair. Guys that look like movie stars and aren't working. They walk along Hollywood Boulevard where they stand around Schwab's drugstore hoping somebody's gonna discover them.

And once a day they check in at their agents. He's usually got a little hole in the wall off in someplace off the strip. If he's a good guy, he'll let you use the phone.

Barney was a good guy. Hi, kid. What's new? You asking me? You're my agent. Eh, things are a little slow right now, kid. Yeah. Mind if I use your phone? Local? Local. OK. It's a game?

What else? Something new? Yeah. Hello? I know there's metal in there. Yeah, I guess so. Victor Ruddiger, who's calling some guy, says. She's probably married. So what? She gave you the phone number, didn't she?

Hello, Madeline? Yeah, remember? Uh, say, uh, who's the guy that answered the phone? You got a sense of humor, too. Oh, I just call up to say hello. I don't like to let things get called, you know.

That's right. Well, what are you doing with yourself? Well, now, for instance. Nothing. I sure would. Where do you live? Where do I write it down? Okay, I'll do that. Fine. So, will you take another don't cost no money?