(Removes silver from sideboard to bag).

REDDY:
I know it ain't, governor. I'm lookin' for somethin' to eat.
(He kneels in front of buffet, and opens door.)

HATCH:
No, you're not! You're not here to eat. Come and give me a hand
with this stuff.

REDDY:
Gee! I've found a bottle of whiskey.
(Takes bottle from buffet and begins to pull at the cork.)

HATCH:
Well, you put it right back where you found it.

REDDY:
I know a better place than that to put it.

HATCH:
How many times have I told you I'll not let you drink in business
hours?

REDDY:
Oh, just once, governor; it's a cruel, cold night.
(Coughs.)
I need it for medicine.

HATCH: