door right now!
WILLIE
Suddenly yells in his nightmare .
It’s a God-damned lie!
He begins to sob .
Oh, Papa! Jesus!
All the occupants of the room stir on their chairs but none of them wakes up except HOPE .
ROCKY
Grabs his shoulder and shakes him .
Hey, you! Nix! Cut out de noise! willie
opens his eyes to stare around him with a bewildered horror .
HOPE
Opens one eye to peer over his spectacles — drowsily .
Who’s that yelling?
ROCKY
Willie, Boss. De Brooklyn boys is after him.
HOPE
Querulously .
Well, why don’t you give the poor feller a drink and keep him quiet?
Bejees, can’t I get a wink of sleep in my own back room?
ROCKY
Indignantly to LARRY .
Listen to that blind-eyed, deef old bastard, will yuh? He give me strict orders not to let Willie hang up no more drinks, no matter—
HOPE
Mechanically puts a hand to his ear in the gesture of deafness .
What’s that? I can’t hear you.
Then drowsily irascible .
You’re a cockeyed liar. Never refused a drink to anyone needed it bad in my life! Told you to use your judgment. Ought to know better. You’re too busy thinking up ways to cheat me. Oh, I ain’t as blind as you think. I can still see a cash register, bejees!
ROCKY
Grins at him affectionately now — flatteringly .
Sure, Boss. Swell chance of foolin’ you!
HOPE
I’m wise to you and your sidekick, Chuck. Bejees, you’re burglars, not barkeeps! Blind-eyed, deef old bastard, am I? Oh, I heard you! Heard you often when you didn’t think. You and Chuck laughing behind my back, telling people you throw the money up in the air and whatever sticks to the ceiling is my share! A fine couple of crooks! You’d steal the pennies off your dead mother’s eyes!
ROCKY
Winks at LARRY .
Aw, Harry, me and Chuck was on’y kiddin’.
HOPE
More drowsily .
I’ll fire both of you, Bejees, if you think you can play me for an easy mark, you’ve come to the wrong house. No one ever played Harry Hope for a sucker!
ROCKY
To LARRY .
No one but everybody.
HOPE
His eyes shut again — mutters .
Least you could do—keep things quiet—
He falls asleep .
WILLIE
Pleadingly .
Give me a drink, Rocky. Harry said it was all right. God, I need a drink.
ROCKY
Den grab it. It’s right under your nose.
WILLIE
Avidly .
Thanks.
He takes the bottle with both twitching hands and tilts it to his lips and gulps down the whiskey in big swallows .
ROCKY
Sharply .
When! When!
He grabs the bottle .
I didn’t say, take a bath!
Showing the bottle to larry— indignantly .
Jees, look! He’s killed a half pint or more!
He turns on willie angrily , butwillie has closed his eyes and is sitting quietly, shuddering, waiting for the effect .
LARRY
With a pitying g la nce .
Leave him be, the poor devil. A half pint of that dynamite in one swig will fix him for a while—if it doesn’t kill him.
ROCKY
Shrugs his shoulders and sits down again .
Aw right by me. It ain’t my booze.
Behind him, in the chair at left of the midd le table , joe mott, the Negro, has been waking up .
JOE
His eyes blinking sleepily .
Whose booze? Gimme some. I don’t care whose. Where’s Hickey?
Ain’t he come yet? What time’s it, Rocky?
ROCKY
Gettin’ near time to open up. Time you begun to sweep up in de bar.
JOE
Lazily .
Never mind de time. If Hickey ain’t come, it’s time Joe goes to sleep again. I was dreamin’ Hickey come in de door, crackin’ one of dem drummer’s jokes, wavin’ a big bankroll and we was all goin’ be drunk for two weeks. Wake up and no luck.
Suddenly his eyes open wide .
Wait a minute, dough. I got idea. Say, Larry, how ’bout dat young guy, Parritt, came to look you up last night and rented a room?
Where’s he at?
LARRY
Up in his room, asleep. No hope in him, anyway, Joe. He’s broke.
JOE
Dat what he told you? Me and Rocky knows different. Had a roll when he paid you his room rent, didn’t he, Rocky? I seen it.
ROCKY
Yeah. He flashed it like he forgot and