top and then...
or he can do it for a nickel, in a subway under a train.
You think so, Nat?
What if Helen is right, and this guy sits down...
and turns out something good... but good...
and that pulls him up and snaps him out of it?
This guy? Not from where I sit.
Oh, shut up, Nat. I'm going to do it.
I'm going to do it now. It's all there. You heard it.
Yes, Mr. Birnam.
That's why I didn't go away on that weekend, see,
so I can be alone up there and sit down at my typewriter.
This time I'm going to do it, Nat. I'm going to do it.
-Maybe you will.
-Thank you, Nat.
-Am I all paid up?
-Yes, Mr. Birnam.
Goodbye, Nat.
I'm going home. This time I've got it. I'm going to write.
Good luck to you.
THE BOTTLE A Novel by Don Birnam
To Helen - With All My Love
You had another bottle, you know you did.
Where did you put it? You're not crazy. Where did you put it?
It was so beautiful, so wonderful,
the stars above us shone, we were alone,
we were alone...
Check please.
Right here, sir.
Yes sir?
Another gin vermouth, please.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
-Where's your wash room?
-Over there, sir.
-How about a carnation for your buttonhole?
-No thank you.
Thank you, sir.
Wash your hands?
-Would you wipe my shoes?
-Yes, sir.
-Carnation, sir?
-I already took one.
-You did?
-For a very kind lady.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
That's him.
You were sitting here, sir?
I beg your pardon.
You took this lady's bag, didntcha?
All right, let's have it.
Of course.
Somebody call a cop.
No, George, no. It doesn't matter as long as I have the bag.
Well, look in it. Maybe he took something.
Ten dollars, to be exact.
-Why I ought to kick your teeth in.
-George, George! He's drunk.
Come on. Get out of here.
How about the check?
That's why I had to borrow from the lady.
I didn't have enough. I'll come back and pay the rest.
Don't you show your face in here again ever.
Mike! Take him out of here.
Somebody stole the purse, Everybody, Somebody stole the purse
I assure you, I'm not a thief. I'm not a thief!
Somebody came and...
he didn't even...
Stop it, Helen, stop it, stop it.
I'm all right. I just can't talk.
Please, stop it.
You'll never make it.
You'll never make that hock shop.
It's a block and a half away.
This isn't Sunday, is it?
I asked is this Sunday.
-No, Saturday. Why?
But, it's closed. Nothing else is closed.
Somebody passed away, most likely.
What's the matter with you?
Why are they all closed?
They're all closed, every one of 'em.
-Sure they are. It's Yom Kippur.
-It's what?
-It's Yom Kippur, a Jewish holiday.
-It is? What you talking about?
-Then what about Kelly's and Gallagher's?
-They're closed too.
We've got an agreement. They keep closed
on Yom Kippur and we don't open on St. Patrick's.
That's a good joke. That's funny, that's very funny.
Nat.
Yeah, Mr. Birnam?
What do you want?
Let me have one, Nat. I'm dying. Just one.
I thought you was home writin' that book.
They're playing a trick on me. A dirty trick, Nat.
Give me one.
I'll pay it whan I can. Only just don't let me die here.
No credit, and you know it.
All right it's charity. I'm begging you. Give me one.
Yeah, one.
One's too many and a hundred's not enough.
That's all.
Oh, come on Nat, come on. I'll let you have my typewriter.
I'm no writer. You're the writer.
-Please Nat.
-Now go, go away.
I mean it. Get outta here.
Who is it?
Who is it?
It's me.
Why, Mr. Don Birnam, as I live and breathe!
Only if you're comin' for our date,
you're a little late, aren't you, Mr. Birnam?
And if you're comin' to apologize...no thanks.
Thanks a lot, but no thanks.
Save your saliva. I've had enough of you. Def, but def.
What do you think I am? I break a business date.
I buy me an evening purse, a facial, a new hair-do.
Well, maybe you can do that to your ritzy friends.
You can't to me, understand?
Okay, what do you want, Mr. Don Birnam Esquire?
I need some money.
You what?
Could you let me have