Runyon 4x-xx-xx ep30 The Lily of St Pierre

The Damon Runyon Theatre. Once again, the Damon Runyon Theatre brings you another story by the master storyteller, Damon Runyon, and this one, the Lily of Sam Pior. And to tell it to you, here is Broadway. Thanks. Well, there were four of us, including Louis the Lugg, sitting in good time Charlie's little joint, one Tuesday morning, about four o'clock, doing a bit of quartet singing.

Very low, so it's not the Disturbed McNulty to cop on the beat outside. We are about halfway to a song when this happened. In the cabin, in the canyon, and the frame. That's very pretty, boy.

It's very pretty. I am sorry to bust it up. Don't reach for that rod, Louis. Don't... You do, and I'll make you look like a used punch board. Jack, a hart. Why, I do not even know you are in town.

No, I guess not. How are you, Broadway? Just fine. Fine. And you? Tired. Louis sits still. No, look, Jack, unless you may have a few words. Sure. A few words. Jack, what do you want, Charlie?

Look, please do not make no trouble in my place. Please, Jack. Trouble. This ain't no trouble at all, Charlie. I didn't think you'd have the nerve to come back here, Louis. Jack, why are you making all of us about just a little...

Don't finish that, Louis. Don't finish it or I might put a period to it with this. Jack, I asked you please, not here. I come a long way to do this, Charlie. I ain't particular word happens.

You're crazy, Jack. You'll burn for it. It ain't worth it. Now, tell you what, Louie. We'll all sit here and I'll tell a story. And we'll let the rest of the boys decide whether it's worth it or not, kind of like a jury.