They had a drink. Flane stared heavily at his glass.
“So here we are,” he said. “Neither of us got a job.”
“It’s sad, isn’t it?”
“My pal. You gotta get a job. I’ll find you a job. Talk to my agent about you.”
“I wouldn’t bother, I didn’t really want to be in this racket to start with. It just looked like fun and a bit of dough.”
“Yeah. Dough. That’s all I’m in for. I never thought I’d be in this racket either.”
“What racket were you in before?”
“Lotsa things. You don’t think I’m tough, do you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Most people don’t.”