HELMAS JOB PRINTING, 8901 Amsterdam Avenue, New York; 14 May, 1968; 10:46 A.M. Electronic surveillance by the Internal Revenue Service, using a Teletek Model MT-18-48B, transmitting to a voice-actuated tape recorder in the basement of the delicatessen next door. This is tape IRS-HJB-14MAY68-106.
CLERK: Yeah?
HASKINS: Is your employer about?
CLERK: Smitty? He’s in back. Hey, Smitty! Someone to see you!
[Lapse of six seconds.]
HASKINS: Hello, Smitty.
SMITTY: Where’s my twenty?
HASKINS: Right here, Smitty. Sorry it took so long to pay you. I do apologize. But I assure you, I didn’t forget it.
SMITTY: Yeah. Thanks, Tommy.
HASKINS: Could I speak to you for a moment, Smitty?
SMITTY: Well … yeah … all right. Come on in back.
[Lapse of eleven seconds.]
HASKINS: I need some paper, Smitty. I’ve got the cash. See? Plenty of bread. Cash on delivery.
SMITTY: What do you need?
HASKINS: I typed it all out for you on Snapper’s typewriter. One identification card in the name of Sidney Brevoort. I’ve always loved the name Sidney. The company is the New Urban Reorganization Committee, a nonprofit outfit. Any clean address. Make sure you use this phone number. Here’s a snapshot of me to staple on the card. Here is what it should say: “This will identify …” and so forth and so forth. Then I’ll want about twenty Sidney Brevoort business cards. While you’re at it, better make up about ten letterheads and envelopes for the New Urban Reorganization Committee. You never know. Okay so far?
SMITTY: Sure. What else?
HASKINS: Snapper wants twenty cards. Very ladylike and elegant. Script. Here’s the name and address: Mrs. Doreen Margolies, five-eight-five East Seventy-third Street. Something with taste. You know?
SMITTY: Sure. I got taste. That’s it?
HASKINS: Yes, that’s everything.
SMITTY: Three o’clock this afternoon. Twenty-five bucks.
HASKINS: Thanks so much, Smitty. You’re a sweet. I’ll see you at three.
SMITTY: With the loot.
HASKINS: Of course. Have. …
[The recording was halted by mechanical failure.]