Here's an except from a script:
In autumn sunlight the September day trots out its promises for Broadway's consideration, displays them in doorways, in push carts, in gutters, decorates them with price tags, invites you to browse - don't touch", "buy - don't squeeze", and at cut rates of secondhand delights, the prices slashed down to any man's purse, the bold end of dreams. The vendors simper, the hawkers wink. Buy, kid. That's a winter sun on your shoulder and the day is short, so buy. And that's watchya' do, kid, because on Broadway there's no other choice.
Reads kind of film-noir. The writers, Morton S. Fine and David Friedkin, I recognize from some episodes of the I Spy television series.
