What do ya say there, Bob? Guy like that make it? Yes or no? Uh-huh.Uh-huh.I have to tell ya, that""s precisely what I saw.I mean, sometimes I just look at a guy and I know, ""This fella""s not gonna make it."" Just no f--kin"" way.The tensions of the war were being easily drained away in the "underworld" bunker, where a few of the stoned soldiers danced and sang along to the radio tunes of Smokey Robinson""s "Tracks of My Tears" (with lyrics: ".[Mildred""s confessional begins in a brightly-lit, daytime environment, where she was married, at age 17, to a real-estate broker and was a doting super-mom to her children in a clean, suburban home in Glendale.During the elevator ride, she savagely wiped at her mouth and then vigorously brushed her teeth in her bathroom.Thirty, forty percent interest, and carrying charges.A devil of a situation.The big fish and he little fish.The weak and the strong.And what""s to be done about it?Marvin: Seems like some way could be found, Mr.Carter.But there don""t seem to be anywhere to start.Stealin"" and cheatin"" and fightin"".Both sides.Carter: We must find some way, Blake.Betty entered the store for five pounds of sugar, but it was only as an excuse o inform Marvin that her father wanted to meet with him again that evening for something "awfully important.