FALLON: I understand, you think you have a claim on me for a thousand dollars. And, I'm going to give it to you. But, first, I want a plain talk with you. (Sharply.) Are you listening to me?
MOHUN: No, not yet. Before there's any plain talking, I want to know where that door leads to.
FALLON: What door? That? (In a louder voice.) That's my bedroom.
It's empty. Is that what you want? Think I got someone in there?
Do you want to look for yourself? (Opens door.) Go on in, and look.
(MOHUN takes a step forward, and peers past FALLON into bedroom.)
Go on, search it. Look under the bed.
MOHUN: I guess that's all right.
FALLON: Don't you want to look?
MOHUN: (Falling back to door left.) Not now. No need to, if you're willing to let me. (Impatiently.) Go on. What is it you want with me? (FALLON closes door with a slam. Comes down to table.)
FALLON: What do I want? I want you to understand that this is the last time you come to me for money.
MOHUN: (Indifferently.) That's all right.
FALLON: No, its not all right. (Takes out bills.) Before I give you this, you've got to promise me to keep silent. I'll stand for no more blackmail.
MOHUN: Don't talk so loud. I'm not deaf. Look here, Mr. Fallon, I didn't come here to be shouted at, I came here to get the money you promised me.