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.
GOLDIE: (Following the EEL and putting her arms around him.) I knew you would.
EEL: Oh, you did? Well, what's the next move?
GOLDIE: I don't know, Billy.
EEL: There you are. (Crosses L.) We're no better off than we were before. By Monday, Dugan'll have me back in the Tombs, maybe on a charge of murder. You know that he ain't going to rest while I'm loose.
GOLDIE: Then why not let me end it all?
EEL: Not by squealing.
GOLDIE: It will be that sooner or later.
EEL: (Coming R. slowly.) No, the best way is to let me go out and get some money. (Crossing GOLDIE and going toward hat and coat on chair R.)
GOLDIE: (Stopping him.) But, Billy, you promised me—