g)
It feels all right.

(HATCH cautiously parts curtains at centre and exits into hall.)

REDDY:
(lifts bag)
We got enough stuff in this bag already without wasting time on
ANOTHER house.

HARRY:
Wasting time! Time's money in THIS house. Look at this silver.
That's the beauty of working the night AFTER Christmas; everybodys'
presents is lying about loose, and everybody's too tired
celebrating to keep awake.
(Lifts silver loving cup)
Look at that cup!

REDDY:
I'd rather look at a cup of coffee.

HARRY:
(Contemptuously)
Ah, you!

REDDY:
Well, I can't make a meal out of silver ice pitchers, can I? I've
been through three refrigerators tonight, and nothing in any of em
but bottles of MILK! MILK!

HARRY:
Get up, get up, get to work.

REDDY:
The folks in this town are the stingiest I ever see. I won't visit
em again, no matter how often they ask me.
(Rising and crossing to buffet)
I wonder if these folks is vegetarians, too.

(HATCH enters)

HATCH:
It seems all right. There's no light, and everybody's quiet.
(To HARRY)
You work the bedrooms. I'll clear away those things. Don't be
rough, now.

HARRY:
I know my business. Give me the light.
(Takes lantern and exits centre)

HATCH:
Hist, Reddy. Reddy, leave that alone. That's not safe.
(Removes silver from sideboard to bag).

REDDY:
I know it ain't, governor. I'm lookin' for somethin' to eat.
(He kneels in front of buffet, and opens door.)

HATCH:
No, you're not! You're not here to eat. Come and give me a hand
with this stuff.

REDDY:
Gee! I've found a bottle of whiskey.
(Takes bottle from buffet and begins to pull at the cork.)

HATCH:
Well, you put it right back where you found it.

REDDY:
I know a better place than that to put it.

HATCH:
How many times have I told you I'll not let you drink in business
hours?

REDDY:
Oh, just once, governor; it's a cruel, cold night.
(Coughs.)
I need it for medicine.

HATCH:
No, I tell you!

REDDY:
Just ONE dose. Here's to you.
(Drinks.)
Oh, Lord!
(He sputters and coughs violently.)

HATCH:
(starts toward him)
Hush! Stop that, you fool.

REDDY:
Oh, Im poisoned! That's benzine, governor. What do you think of
that? Benzine! It's burned me throat o