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Elsa Goes Horseback Riding Time Dirty black bas Right. Up. Here, look at that. What’s the hurry, nigger? Out of the way, nig. On your way then, sonny boy. And hurry! They’re after me. Please. Who’s after you the teds? Please help. I daren’t. They’d break the place to pieces, tear the shop down. It’s my living, boy. Please, mister. I tell you I daren’t. Dad, you’ve got to. He’s in trouble. I tell you I daren’t. You’ve got to, Dad. Come in. This way. Where were you on Saturday night, Johnnie? On the streets. With Sapphire? No, boss. No. Which street, Johnnie? Down the West End. Who was with you? No one. I was on my pat. Johnnie all alone, eh? The truth, Johnnie. Let’s have the truth. Where were you Saturday night? Where were you Saturday night? Answer! Davy? Where have you been? Walking. Davy. Where were you on Saturday night? In a car on my way back from Cambridge. Where were you on Saturday night? I told you. Davy. Ever since you were a little boy, I’ve known when you were lying to me. Where were you, Sonny? Mum, I told you never to ask about Saturday night. Please. Saturday night, Johnnie. Where were you? Out! Out! Where? On the streets. Who with? On my pat. Who with? On my pat. When’d you see Sapphire last? I don’t know Sapphire! You phoned the International Club and left a message for her. Now, where were you Saturday night? Out! Out! Someone’s gonna look at you in the morning game someone who saw you with Sapphire. Want to change your story, Johnnie? No! No! Right. Book him. Come on. On your feet. Why do you say you didn’t know Sapphire? You had a fight over her at Tulip’s. Didn’t kill her. All right. Knew Sapphire, but didn’t kill her. You were crazy about her, weren’t you? No. We just dance, laugh. She went white and dropped you, didn’t she? Then you ran into her on Saturday night, followed her and knifed her. No! We used to dance. That’s all, just dance! Where is your knife, Johnnie? Your knife, Johnnie where is it? Where’s your knife? All right. Take him away. Find the knife and we’ve got him. Yes? Johnnie Fiddle. Out. Upstairs, far as you can go.


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