 There's a few things I've been wanting to tend to for a long time, Doc. Only I needed an alibi. I don't follow you, Steve. It should be simple for a guy with a brain big enough to earn him an M.D. If I had a big brain, Steve, I'd never allowed myself to be handed my walking papers by the Medical Association. All right, skip it. Now, look. I don't like the kind of competition that's crawling into this town. You mean Goldie Meyers? For one, Slapsy Higgins, number two. Whose gun do you think it was the other night? Slapsy's. He goes in for that strong-arm stuff.