Wiley:
[Frank and Wiley enter their new cabin lodge, where they meet Frank's lawyer, Dick Richard]
Hello, Richard.
Dick Richard:
Wiley. Hello, Frank.
Frank Renda:
Hello, Dick.
[astonished by the quality of the house]
Frank Renda:
Hey!
Dick Richard:
How do you like it?
Frank Renda:
It's not bad.
Wiley:
Looks like a dude ranch.
Dick Richard:
Belongs to a stockbroker I once represented.
Frank Renda:
Yeah, and where's he? In jail?
Dick Richard:
Lewisburg, as a matter of fact.
Frank Renda:
I figured.
Dick Richard:
[chuckling]
Conspiring, they say. To defraud the United States government.
[Frank goes to the bar to pour himself a drink]
Wiley:
I'll have one, too. I can use it.
Dick Richard:
Frank, where you been? Looking at melon fields?
Frank Renda:
I've been busy.
Dick Richard:
You're out on $5,000 bond, pending a district court examination in ten days.
Frank Renda:
[agitated]
What are you talking about? I thought I was clear.
Dick Richard:
Oh, you are, but they have to go through the motions.
[Frank makes an exasperated groan]
Dick Richard:
Frank, this is not the time to do anything impulsive.
Frank Renda:
There's a melon I gotta pick.
Dick Richard:
Also, there are some very big offers that have come in. Big offers from big people. Now, what am I supposed to tell them?
Frank Renda:
[heading towards the stairs]
You tell them I got something to do.
Dick Richard:
Frank.
Frank Renda:
Hey, if they don't like it, tough shit. Okay?
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