GOLDIE:  What do you mean?

EEL:  Gee, Goldie, I hate to go back to the old life. (Sits on sofa L.)

GOLDIE:  Old life?  I thought you said we was goin’ to begin all over again, and live like decent, respectable people?

EEL:  I know, but you’ve got to have money to be respectable.

GOLDIE:  Well, we’ll get the money.

EEL:  That’s what I hate about it.  Having to get it that way.

GOLDIE:  But Billy, I mean honestly, work for it.

EEL:  (Rising and coming R.) Yes, but supposing we can’t get work? 
And supposing we can’t hold it after we do get it?

GOLDIE:  If they go digging into our past, it’ll be tough rowing.  But there (caressing EEL.), don’t let’s worry till we come to the bridge.  Wait until we get to Chicago. (Goes into bedroom and takes down coat which is hanging on door C.)

EEL:  (Lies on couch L.) Have you got enough cale to carry us over there?

GOLDIE:  (Brushing off coat at door C.) What?

EEL:  I say, have you got enough money to hold us till we get to
Chi?

GOLDIE:  (C. looking in surprise.) Why no, Billy, I ain’t got no money.

EEL:  (Surprised, slowly rising from couch to sitting position.)
What?

GOLDIE:  I ain’t got a cent.  I thought you had the sugar.

EEL:  Me?

GOLDIE:  AIN’T you got no money neither?

EEL:  (Throwing away cigarette and going R.) I ain’t got enough money to buy the controlling interest in a rotten egg. (Goldie throws coat on couch.) How about that necklace?

GOLDIE:  Why, Dugan’s got it.

EEL:  Well, how about your share?

GOLDIE:  Well, he promised I was going to get five hundred out of it, but now that you’re sprung, I suppose I’ll have to whistle for it.

EEL:  Well, I see where I have to get to work before we get to
Chicago.

GOLDIE:  (Turning him around quickly.) What do you mean?

EEL:  Well, we’ve got to get to Chi, and as the railroads are very particular, somebody’ll have to pay our fares.  I won’t be long.  (Crosses L. in front of GOLDIE and gets hat and coat off of sofa.  GOLDIE runs to door R., then as EEL turns:)

GOLDIE:  Oh no, no, don’t, please don’t.  We’re going to be good, you said so yourself.  We’re going to travel the straight road.

EEL:  (C. with hat and coat in hand.) But that road won’t take us to Chi. (Pause.) You see, there’s no other way out of it. (Starts toward door but GOLDIE stops him pleadingly.)

GOLDIE:  Oh no, you musn’t, you shan’t.  I won’t go with you if you do.  I won’t go!  I won’t go! (Becomes hysterical, pounds on door, then begins to cry.)

EEL:  (Putting arm around her.) There, there, don’t cry.  Look! (He turns her around and then puts his hat and coat in chair above door R.) (GOLDIE takes his hands in relief The EEL pats her cheek.) You see, I’ll do as you say. (Crossing down C.) I’ll cut it out.