I can’t afford to pay the heat.

I’ve had to farm out my kids.

They keep cutting shifts down at the docks.

You just don’t get picked every day.

I sold everything I got to anybody who would buy.

I went on public assistance. I signed on at the relief office. They gave me 19 dollars.

I need another 18 dollars and 38 cents so I can pay the bill and get the kids back.

You know me well enough to know if I had anywhere else to go,

I wouldn’t be here.

If you could help me through this time, I sure would be grateful.

Sure, Jim. Sure.

Good luck.

Jim.

Jimmy.

Here you go, Jim.

Good luck, Jim.

I’m sorry, Joe. I didn’t... I’m sorry.

What in the hell do you have to be sorry about?

Jesus Christ, Jim.

How short are you?

About a dollar fifty.

OK.