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"
Sorry
,
Chief
.
Anything
a
sober
citizen
can
do
to
help
,
like
getting
drunk
with
you
?
"
"
I
wish
to
Christ
I
could
.
I
’
d
rather
get
drunk
than
anything
I
can
think
of
.
"
"
Why
don
’
t
you
?
"
"
Do
you
know
?
No
,
how
could
you
?
If
I
only
knew
what
it
’
s
for
and
where
it
’
s
from
.
"
"
What
you
talking
about
?
"
"
Forget
it
,
Eth
.
No
—
don
’
t
forget
it
.
You
’
re
a
friend
of
Mr
.
Baker
.
Has
he
got
any
deals
on
?
"
"
I
’
m
not
that
good
a
friend
,
Chief
.
"
"
How
about
Marullo
?
Where
is
Marullo
?
"
"
Went
in
to
New
York
.
He
wants
to
get
his
arthritis
checked
over
.
"
"
God
almighty
.
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
just
don
’
t
know
.
If
there
was
just
a
line
,
why
,
I
’
d
know
where
to
jump
.
"
