Shooter：You read it?
Rainey：I did.
Shooter：I imagine it rang a bell, didn't it?
Rainey：Oh, it certainly did. When did you write it?
Shooter：I thought you would ask that. I wrote it seven years ago, 1997.
Rainey：Drop it.
Shooter：Drop it?
Rainey：You said you wrote your story in 1997. I wrote mine in late 1994.It was published for the first time in June 1995 in a magazine.Nice try, Mr. Shooter, but I beat you by two years.
Shooter：You lie!
Rainey：No I don't.
Shooter：If we do start to fight, it's not going to end until one or the other of us is dead. Hold your water. I'm just getting my smoke s. I will give you three days. Show me the magazine with your sto-ry in it—if there is such a magazine--and I'll be back.
舒特：你读完手稿了？
雷尼：读完了。
舒特：我猜它让你想起什么来了吧？对不对？
雷尼：是啊，是这样。你是什么时候写的这手稿呢？
舒特：我就知道你会问这个。我是7年前写的，1997年。
雷尼：算了吧。
舒特：算了吧？
雷尼：你说你的故事是1997年写下的。我的可是1994年年底写成的，1995年6月第一次发表在一本杂志上。干得不错，舒特先生。不过我比你领先了两年。
舒特：你撒谎。
雷尼：我没有。
舒特：咱们俩要是打起来的话，那就非得打到有一方先死掉不可。别害怕，我不过是拿香烟而已。我给你3天时间。你把那本有你的故事的杂志拿来给我看———如果真有这么本杂志的话。我会回来找你的。
