Runyon 4x-xx-xx ep48 Dark Dolores

The Damon Runyon Theatre. Once again, the Damon Runyon Theatre brings you another story by the master storyteller, Damon Runyon, and this one, Dark Delores. And to tell it to you, there is Broadway. Thanks. One fine day I am walking along Broadway minding my own business, which is rather slack that day, when a taxi pulls up at the curb.

The next thing I know, I am inside the cab looking at Dave the Dew, who is laughing and says, surprise you, Broadway? Oh, not much. But the next turn around the block, please have the jockey stop so I can see a doctor about my heart.

Listen, you are going with me. I can see that. But where am I going with you? I am on my way to Penn Station to catch a train for Atlantic City. Oh, well, I will be glad to see you all.

Eh, and I do not mean that the way it sounds. Broadway, I'm gonna take you with me. Not to Atlantic City. What is wrong with Atlantic City? and habit, and it's nothing. For one who does not live there, but he suddenly informed he is going there, everything.

We will be going just a couple of days at most, just to attend the Peace Conference. Peace Conference? Dave, what are you talking about? We are going there to meet Black Mike and Scootle's O'Shea.

Black Mike and St. Louis Hoods? They are businessmen. What a business. I need someone to talk to. While we're on the train, I will explain everything. I will sit back and relax. The party is on me.

So there I find myself going to Atlantic City with Dave the Do-It. Now, one does not argue with Dave. There is just no point in it because the argument always comes out the same. One goes to Atlantic City, or Timbuktu, or Flybush.