The Black Monday Murders 01

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by  Hickman, Johnathan

New York City.
October 24, 1929.
Black Thursday.
The New York
Stock Exchange.
9:42 a.m.
Eighty-one.
Eighty-one
a share.
|'ll take
three hundred.
Three hundred
at eighty-one.
Done.
Your tea, Mister
Ackermann, and the
Caina early report
Investment Bank. from the trading
floor.
10:24 a.m.
Would
you like a
bit of brunch
as well?
No, thank
you, Robert.
This is
fine.
|'m
Wait... afraid
so, sir.
Are these Portends to
correct? be quite a
day.
Perhaps, but losing Like buying high, or
your nerve before counting coin before
lunch is simply bad the market's
practice... close.
Yes. Of
course, sir.
Never good to
press one's
luck.
Luck has
nothing to
do...
with...
Hrmpt!
Unlike my
partners, |'ve
earned everything
| have with my
own two hands,
Robert.
| found the
climb perilous,
as not once has
fortune seen
fit to favor
me.
So,
luck?...
Seventy-
four. Seventy-
four a
share.
Come on.
Seventy-two.
|'ve got
GM for...
fo--
Are you
sure | can’t
help, sir?
You're
bleeding quite
a bit...
Perhaps | should
call for a
doctor.
It's the
It's money.
not me, you
damned
fool...
| see
the blood --
| know it's
real.
But can
you tell?
Is this a
correction or
worse? Are there
more signs?
Are there
other
omens?
Which would
Well, you're make this the
leaking like a earliest incident
stuck pig, my since the
boy. How's foundation of
that for an the Exchange.
omen?
We have |'m sorry, Do we
five hours Charles. Just have any
and thirty- look at you. flexibility
three minutes It's a crash. here?
until the
market
closes. Can't be
anything
else.
Then it Mister Bischoff, You made a deal. We all did. We pay what we owe. It just
can't be please tell the We traded one thing for so happens that today
helped. traders to start another and got rich you’re the one sitting in
with the brokers. doing so. the Stone Chair. So you Go to
Seniority applies, lie in the balance. hell.
of course. But all that
power -- all that
money -- can't buy
our way out of Are you
the original ready, old
transaction. friend?
You
can't...
Not
before you,
Charles.
And
you...not
alone.
Tomorrow, the day after,
or even years from now,
when the people are trying
to understand the cause
of what came to be...