Speaker 1: My Lady's Song. Low jazz score fades in Billie Holliday's
Speaker 1: lover Man, A match lights, cigarette smolders, fade up on
Speaker 1: a city night. Some men drive for a living, some
Speaker 1: drive to forget. Sal did both razor, unsheathing, a woman's mom,
Speaker 1: a gunshot, echoes, limodoor slams. Sal Marino had one rule,
Speaker 1: keep your hands on the wheel and your head down.
Speaker 1: But when Vince DeLaura calls and two women with a
Speaker 1: tape that could bring down a senator slide into the
Speaker 1: back seat, you don't just drive, you survive.
Speaker 2: I scared of Sal a barber, none but an old
Speaker 2: fucking has been with a razor in his sleeve.
Speaker 1: Slicing sound, A man screams, a dog growls, Jazz crashes
Speaker 1: into disco, blackmail, betrayal, blood, a girl with no few future,
Speaker 1: a man with no past, and a crime family that
Speaker 1: never forgets. He saved me.
Speaker 2: I don't save people. I drive. That's where you end up.
Speaker 2: That's on you.
Speaker 1: From Table Read Podcast comes a noir drenched odyssey through
Speaker 1: the underworld of sex, silence and second chances. Gunfire screams,
Speaker 1: Limo peels out, then silence.
Speaker 2: It wasn't about the money for the girl, not really.
Speaker 2: It was about what's left when they got nothing left
Speaker 2: to loose.
Speaker 1: My Lady's Song coming soon only on table read podcast
Speaker 2: WHI in Your Feet