Dzinski walked into the dark theatre and settled in a row near the back. The movie already playing. Something about a girl who ran away to California hoping to be in pictures.
He wondered if they were already out of ideas.
A few rows ahead, a couple started arguing, loud enough to drown out the sleazy producer’s swindle. There was a slap. The woman stood and started for the lobby.
The man followed close, whispering how sorry he was.
Dzinski followed them out as the girl in the picture boarded a train, a one-way ticket home in her trembling hand.