EEL: Who?
GOLDIE: Dugan and his—
EEL: Sh!!! Oh if I could only believe you, kid.
GOLDIE: Look at me, Billy. Do you think I'd snitch?
EEL: (Looks at her, then pushes her head roughly back.) No, I can't believe you did it, kid. (EEL takes GOLDIE in his arms.)
GOLDIE: (Sobbingly.) I'm so glad to see you again.
EEL: Me, too, kid. Gee, your head feels as natural on my shoulder as a piece of pie on a prize-fighter's knife. (EEL takes GOLDIE from his shoulder and says inquiringly.) But what are you doing here?
GOLDIE: (Drying her tears.) Bein' held on suspicion, but they can't get met I'm protected. Dugan's got to—
EEL: Nix on the crackin', don't shoot your trap, they're leavin' us together for a stall. Talk about something else. (EEL turns R. and GOLDIE grabs his hand.) Do you still love me?
GOLDIE: Always.