Mob, The (1951)

[bunniefuu]

Well, what do you think?

These look like they were

mined with a toothpick.

You said you wanted something

for around $150, Johnny.

Yeah, but these look like samples.

Would you like something

for around two-fifty?

I'll tell ya, I'd like something

for around five hundred,

but | only wanna pay

a hundred and fifty for it.

These, they look more like it.

Six hundred and eighty-five.

How much off for the police force?

Why should | knock off anything

just because you're a policeman?

Thought you might wanna

try and bribe me.

I'm always readin' about

cops being bribed.

I've got more influential friends

than you in the Boy Scouts.

Ah, come on, Fred,

make me a deal.

You know Mary,


you oughta cut the price in half.

I've known Mary since

she was eight years old,

and the price is still

six hundred and eighty-five bucks.

-How do you sleep at night, Fred?

-Just fine, thanks.

How much, cash?

How much you got?

-About three hundred.

-It's yours.

Wrap it up.

Stay back!

All right, drop it.

Don't turn, just drop it.

I'm Lieutenant Henderson,


21st Precinct.

My badge is in my right pocket.

Get it out.

Toss it back here.

Okay, Lieutenant.

I'm Johnny Damico, detective third,

from the 6th Precinct.

Who's the pigeon?

Tony Rogers. He shot up


one of my men about two hours ago.

-Hey, what's happening?

-You got a phone?

- Yeah.

- I'll call in, Damico.

All right, get outta here.

Go on, get out.

What happened?

-All right. Get back, get back.


-What is it?

You, too, nosy.

Or did you sh**t this guy?

No. Lieutenant Henderson shot him.

He's callin' in.

I'm Johnny Damico, 6th Precinct.

-Gerrity, Bill Gerrity. Is he...?

-Yeah, he sure is.

-Hey, you made good time.


-What's up?

Just a small k*lling.

Funny nothing came over

the radio on this.

What do you mean, nothing came over?

How'd you get here?

We were just cruising.

Call it in. I'll be right back.

Hey, what's goin' on out there?

Where's the man that just came


in here to make the phone call?

-Phone call?

-Yeah.

-Big fella, trench coat, black hair.

-Oh, him.

He just walked in the front door

and went out the back.

Lieutenant Banks.

-Lieutenant Banks.

-Lieutenant, this is Damico.

-Yeah?

-I'm at a sh**ting on West 63rd.

It just came in over the radio.

What are you doing there?

| saw the whole thing.

Big fella shot a little fella,

and | pulled a g*n on him.

-In the best tradition.

-Well, he flashed a badge,

said he was Lieutenant

Henderson, 21st Precinct.

Little fella was Tony Rogers,

and he'd just k*lled a cop.

| searched the dead guy.

He was carrying identification.

Edward Jensen,

1911 Inland Avenue.

-What's that name again?

-Edward Jensen.

Where is this Lieutenant Henderson?

He jumped into a lunch room to phone.

| find out he went out the back door.

Johnny, you're kidding!

| know it sounds like a

bonehead play, Lieutenant,

but the badge he flashed

was the McCoy,

and he was carrying

a police revolver.

Get down here right away, Johnny.

Is it bad?

Right away, Johnny.

Okay.

And you even hand him back his g*n.

Why didn't you give him train fare?

But I'm tellin' you that badge was real!

You couldn't fool me with a tin job.

Sure, it was real.

It was taken off the body

of Lieutenant Meary

by the guy who m*rder*d him

three hours before.

| didn't hear about any killin'.

| was off duty.

You know who Edward Jensen was?

-No.

-You should.

Jensen was a principal witness

in the Grand Jury investigation

of the waterfront rackets.

Lieutenant Meary was a special

investigator assigned on that case.

The guy with the badge?

Your description is the same

as Meary gave us, just before he died.

| shoulda gone fishing.

| called the Commissioner

and the District Attorney

while you were on your way down.

They wanna see you

tomorrow morning.

Pretty upset?

Don't count on your pension.

Well, the Army's always waiting.

I'll do what I can, Johnny.

Thanks.

-Where are you going?

-1 got a date with Mary.

Not any more. I've got an artist

waiting to work with you.

See if you can't get something

that looks like your pal.

Well, that won't take long.

I'll phone her.

And | don't want you

to leave here tonight.

-But why hang around?

-That's an order.

We'll go to the Commissioner's office

together in the morning.

Okay.

Weight, approximately 160 pounds.

Height, approximately

five feet eleven.

This is gonna be a big help!

I'm sorry, Commissioner,

it was the best | could do.

It was dark, and raining,

and after he showed me the badge,

| didn't pay

too much attention to him.

You should be back

patrolling vacant lots.

A man commits a m*rder

right in front of your own eyes.

You tip your hat,

shine his shoes,

and send him off with his

hot little g*n still in his hands!

-You're suspended for sixty days.

-Yes, sir.

That's only for publication, however.

Instead of actually suspending you,

we're gonna give you a chance

to get yourself k*lled.

We want this man awfully bad.

And I'm stuck with you,

because you're the only one

who knows anything

about what he looks like.

No record?

No record,

no pictures, no prints, no anything.

Meary gave us the name Blackie Clegg.

Our boys have been hearing the name

around the waterfront

the last couple of weeks.

Sit down, Damico.

Yes, sir.

What do you know about

this waterfront setup?

Very little, sir.

I'm not surprised at that.

But, anyway, your job is

to bring in Blackie Clegg.

| think we should brief him,

just for background,

but Radford can handle the racket end.

About three months ago, the union

came to us, and asked our help

in getting rid of the racketeers who

worked their way into the waterfront.

Meary, who was k*lled last night,

and Radford here,

were assigned to the case.

- How do the rackets work?

- They got a hundred angles.

Kickbacks from everybody

workin' on the docks.

Highly organised thefts from

loadings and unloadings

that bring 'em in about

fifty million a year.

Contributions.

| could go on for hours.

We began getting withesses

from the truckmen,

the steamship lines,

and the longshoremen.

Enough to convene a Grand Jury

and start presenting evidence.

Then they evidently sent out

some new boy to take over.

Things began to tighten up,

but we still had enough to go ahead.

-Jensen was our prize witness.

-And Meary was one of our best men.

How far had Meary gotten?

| don't know for sure.

We were working separately.

But pretty near the top, | guess.

He scared somebody.

This Blackie Clegg,

he's the new boss?

That's what Meary said.

You don't have anything on him?

We know someone who

might be able to identify him.

-Who's that?

-You.

-How do | work?

-We'll get everything set up for you.

You will be Tim Flynn, a middle-sized

crook from New Orleans.

We'll have the New Orleans Police

phoney up a record for you

in case anybody checks.

What have | done?

A few misdemeanours,

and a manslaughter rap.

We'll arrange for you to fly

to New Orleans tonight.

Get aboard a boat,

work your way back up here.

It'll take about a week.

Make sure you're noticed plenty

on that boat.

These boys probably check on anything

they think looks suspicious.

Yell for all the help you need,

and keep reporting in.

Another man can pick up,

in case you're knocked off.

That's a cheery thought.

It's no stroll in the park.

And don't forget, Damico,

Clegg saw as much of you last night

as you did of him.

Already thought of that, Commissioner.

Also thought of somethin' else.

There's another guy got a better look

at him last night than | did.

-Who's that?

-The lunchroom proprietor.

He won't be much help.

We picked him up dead in an alley

at four o'clock this morning.

Clegg's a little g*n happy, isn't he?

Remember that when you're

prowling around late at night.

Yes, sir.

Whose picture is that?

That? Oh, that's old Heathcliffe

Damico, he's an uncle of mine.

He operates a string of

girdle factories at Pompton Lakes.

-Look, I'm not really suspended.

-Well, then why the story?

Detective mumbo jumbo.

Your friends'll know

that isn't your picture.

I'm not expecting any trouble

from my friends.

-It's late, I've gotta get back.

-Wait a minute.

It's beautiful, Johnny.

The budget must've

groaned and cracked a little.

| just sold some of my oil

interests, and there it was.

-Oh, | love it!

-Good.

Do | see you later tonight?

No, Mary. As a matter of fact,

maybe not for a couple of weeks.

Why?

Well, | have to go underground.

You know, like

gophers and Communists.

Something to do with

the story in the paper?

Yeah.

Can't you tell me anything?

I'd rather not.

Don't worry.

| won't.

If you loved me, you would.

This is almost as nice as

the ring you promised me

when we were first engaged.

And remember, lady,

that's not just a present.

That means that $685 of you

belongs to me from here on in.

-Really?

-Mm-hmm.

Fred told me

he gave it to you for $300.

Mary...

a successful marriage is based on

a wife letting her husband lie a little.

Now, let's not get started

on the wrong foot.

Yeah?

This John Damico, 6th Precinct?

-Yeah, that's right.

-Ted Karpel of the Herald.

| thought if you were

going to be around for a while

I'd come over

to have a talk with you

-What about?

-I'd like to get a story.

You gonna be there?

-Yeah, sure, I'll be here.

-Okay, I'll be right over.

- Evening Herald.

- City desk, please.

- City desk.

- Let me speak to Ted Karpel.

-Who?

-Ted Karpel, he's a reporter.

Well not on this

newspaper, he isn't.

-Are you sure?

-Sure, I'm sure. Who's this?

Thanks.

-Lieutenant Banks.

-Lieutenant Banks.

Lieutenant, | just got a phoney call.

There'll be a couple of guys with g*ns

at my place in a few minutes.

Probably from Blackie Clegg.

Get a car over here right away,

and see if you can't squeeze

some information out of them.

Hold it, Johnny.

Get a car out in front,

right away.

Okay, Johnny.

I'll stick around till they get here,

then I'm off to the airport.

-You'll here from me next week.

-Right, Johnny.

| don't know who

signed you aboard, Flynn,

but if you ever

try to get back again...

Me try to get back on this turtle?

I'd rather have typhoid.

You've been a troublemaker

the whole trip.

| should have

kept you in the brig.

| wouldn'ta had to

see so much of you.

Get this straight,

I'm puttin' the word out about you.

-I'll remember your face.

-I'll try to forget yours.

Get off!

Hey, you guys.

You'd better drop that work

and lay down a red carpet!

You got a tough boy from New Orleans

invadin' your town.

-Hey, who are these guys?

-Longshoremen, stupid.

No kiddin'! | thought they were

a bunch of stranded chorus boys.

Wanna room?

Nah, | just came in

to admire the decorations.

Three bucks a day.

What's that include?

Sheets on the bed.

You got a register?

Don't be funny.

Here, take my stuff upstairs.

This ain't the Waldorf, friend.

How long d'ya work here

before you found that out?

Keep an eye on this,

I'm gonna have a drink.

Any more orders, Princess?

Yeah, my name is Tim Flynn.

When the mayor comes

with my key to the city,

ask him to join me

in the Orchid Room.

Creep.

What'll it be?

White wine and beer.

-Come again?

-White wine and beer.

-Mixed together?!

-No, a glass of each.

That beats me!

| had a nut ask me once

for a glass of gin and a candy bar.

This is a new one.

| knew guys who used to drink

white wine and beer.

Down in New Orleans.

I've spent some time there.

Have a drink?

Thanks.

Beer, Smoothie.

My name's Clancy.

-Tim Flynn.

-How are ya?

Yeah, that's a

great town, New Orleans.

| had a girl there once,

used to lay the piano with her teeth.

With her teeth?!

Yeah.

Well, she had

kinda long, brown teeth.

Sounds like some of

the dogs I've run into.

How long you been away?

Just got in twenty minutes ago.

Yeah, | was there

when you got off the boat.

Some of the boys

were thinkin' about

pleatin' your chin

for the crack you made.

The boys shouldn't be so sensitive.

-You check in this place?

-Yeah, how is it?

When the tenement crowd

goes slumming, they come here.

Aw, it ain't that bad.

I'd rather have a

sleeping bag in a sewer.

You gonna be around

for a while, Clancy?

Yeah, maybe. Why?

Keep my drink warm for me,

| wanna get settled in my room.

That's a howl,

callin' it a room.

Have a drink on me

while you're waiting.

White wine and beer!

Don't let it flip ya, Smoothie.

| knew a guy used to drink

vodka and goat milk.

Bring me another beer

over to the table here, huh?

Lieutenant Banks.

-Lieutenant Banks.

-Lieutenant, this is Damico.

| checked into the Royal Hotel

at 10th and Walton.

Say, did you get anything out of those

two guys you picked up at my apartment?

No, I put a tail on 'em

when we let 'em go,

but they left town right away.

Well, look, I'm applying

for my work permit tomorrow.

Now, play it cagey and make sure

| don't have any trouble getting it.

And listen, Lieutenant,

put my calls on tape from now on.

| might be in a hurry

and won't be able to repeat.

Oh, and another thing.

Why did you have to pick New Orleans?

| hate white wine and beer!

So, | laid it right on the line

to this dame.

| says, "Honey, if it's

a millionaire you're after,

"you've been diggin'

in the wrong pea patch.

"So get that champagne look

outta your eye

"and finish your beer."

How'd she take it?

Well, she didn't.

Next day she headed for Canada,

with my cuff links, my car,

and a mink-dyed hamster coat

I'd bought in Atlantic City.

What are my chances

of gettin' some work on the docks?

You got a union card?

Yeah, from New Orleans.

Well, you might get

a visitor's permit, but | doubt it.

Couldn't you fix it?

Might be worth somethin' to me.

Why? Ya hidin' out?

A little money usually

fixes anything, Clancy.

Not around here.

What's so different about here?

Well, this waterfront is tight

as a two-bit collar.

They don't like strangers too much.

I'm just askin' about a job.

Maybe.

You can't give me any help, hmm?

Let's just say | won't give any help.

| don't get it. Why all the mystery?

Let's talk some more about women.

| knew a little chick from Detroit...

Look, | need a job.

You know, there's somethin'

funny about a guy that breaks his neck

gettin' a job breakin' his back.

Maybe I like hard work.

| thought you said you were Irish.

All right, Clancy.

| got into a little trouble

in New Orleans.

Nothin' serious, but | wanna lay low

for a couple of months.

They'll check on anything

you say around here.

Who'll check.

Who're you talkin' about?

Then | met this girl

from Alabama.

She was a muscle dancer

in a charity bazaar.

Buy another beer,

I'll tell you all about her.

Buy two beers,

and I'll give you her address.

Dock g*ng

number 12, report to Miriam,

berth 145 at 8:45 a.m.

Hey, Mac.

Where do | see

about a work permit?

-Over at the end window.

-Thanks.

Ship g*ng number 14

report to Portus,

berth 147 at 10:30 a.m.

Yeah?

| got a card from New Orleans,

| wanna get a visitor's permit.

-Funny guy.

-What's funny about it? | need a job.

Try the government, buddy.

We don't have anything here.

-Now, listen, Buster!

-Maybe you don't hear so good.

| said there wasn't anything.

We haven't issued a new permit

for three months.

Well, it's about time you started.

Those are in good order.

I'm in good standing.

Hey, you heard him.

And don't start any trouble.

Get goin'.

| said "get goin

Man number 50,

report to dock g*ng number 12,

Miriam, berth 145

at 08:45 a.m.

-Hey you! You from New Orleans.

-Yeah?

Ship g*ng number 22,

report to cashier.

-Forgot your book.

-Thanks for nothin'.

You must be half Irish and half

Congressman to get that permit so easy.

A dollar a day paves the way.

What happens now?

-Willie Alessandro breaks a leg.

-Yeah? What's that mean?

You're just about to find out.

No need for you guys to hang around.

You're not workin' today, or any other day.

What's the matter with them?

They're troublemakers. They want

a full day's pay without any kick-back.

All right, marbleheads.

Now, shut up and listen to me.

We need forty

strong backs on this job,

and | mean strong.

Two days' work,

unload today and load tomorrow.

Overtime tomorrow,

and after eight hours today.

Now, we don't need

any brains on this job,

so them here that can't stand

hard work, shove off!

Makes you feel right

at home, doesn't he?

Now, | want guys

who will co-operate.

And, speaking of co-operation,

you all know Willie Alessandro

got his leg busted this mornin'.

The fourth leg for Willie this week.

Now, Willie's a good guy.

He's got a wife and four kids.

But now, with a busted leg,

Willie can't work.

So, when you come up here

to get your tags,

I'm askin' all of you

who wanna work

to kick in a little somethin' into the pot

we're gettin' up for Willie Alessandro.

Don't let me hear no trouble!

Joe over here will be glad to help

them of ya that don't have the money.

What's he mean, "help"?

He lends you four bucks

for Willie this morning.

You give him back five

when you get paid this afternoon.

What a ten cent racket!

Well, it's only cigarette money

for the boys,

but it amounts to over

$200,000 a year.

Who gets the money?

Whadda you care?

You wanna work"?

Yeah, sure. Let's go.

Don't forget poor Willie, or they'll

ride you home on your face.

Let's give Willie five bucks this time.

He's had a lotta hard luck.

-You got a card?

-Yeah.

"Tim Flynn."

You're new around here.

-Brand new.

-Where'd'ya come from?

I'm a socialite who'd like

to try his hand at hard work.

Who got you the book?

The guy that told me

to keep my mouth shut.

Whaddaya mean, "told you

to keep your mouth shut"?

-That's what the man said.

-What man?

That's what he told me

to keep my mouth shut about.

Was it Joe Castro?

Maybe it was Joe Castro's boss.

Take this over.

Come on, Flynn.

You know what

you're talkin' about?

All | know is

| wanna go to work.

"Castro's boss," huh?

It's pretty rough work

on the docks.

You know how to

run one of these?

Sure. | ran one in the army.

It's better work than wrestlin' boxes.

Hey, Culio.

You better know

what you're talkin' about.

Flynn here's takin' over

your lift today.

You go on down

and unload with the rest.

Whaddya mean, he's takin' over?

That's my job!

Not any more it ain't.

-Where do you think you get off...

-Shut up!

You wanna work, get on down there.

If you don't, beat it!

You and me are gonna

have a small talk later on.

I'll be busy

thinkin' up things to say.

Come on, Flynn,

I'll put you to work.

Now, go on, beat it!

And let's have a full day's work

for a full day's pay.

Hey, Flynn.

It's kind of a nice job

you turned over to me.

| don't know

how you pulled it, brother,

but | don't wanna see you

back here tomorrow.

Better not look too hard,

because here's where I'll be.

Maybe you need

a little smartenin' up.

When | do,

I'll get a smart boy to do it.

Lucky I didn't break your neck.

You want some more, get up!

You can tell your friend Castro

| don't like being

pushed out of a good job.

| may have a few things

to say to a few people.

You'd better take your

sorority sister home, boys.

| think she's had a very hard day.

So, you end up your busy little day

with a street brawl, huh?

| was just workin' up an appetite.

What's your angle, Flynn?

Where do you get your drag?

No drag.

People like my personality.

You ask a lot of questions,

but you seem to know

more answers than any of us.

| don't know a thing.

All | did was get myself a job

and take care of some sorehead

who tried to object.

Could be.

If you're afraid to be seen with me,

move on down the bar.

Oh, no, no. I'm not afraid,

just curious.

They don't pass out soft jobs

down here without some reason.

The guy asked me a silly question

about a jerk named Castro.

| never heard of him.

-You sure?

-Sure, I'm sure.

So | give him a silly answer

about Castro's boss,

and, bingo,

I'm in a feather-bed job.

Maybe you oughta try it yourself.

No.

No, | work hard, but I'm healthy.

I'm poor, but I'm alive.

More double talk.

Maybe you'll wish it was.

Why don't you buy another drink

while your money's still

some good to ya?

Hiya, Flynn.

| got a little invitation

to a party for ya.

RSVP.

Sure, I'll go right home and change.

This is sort of

a come-as-you-are party.

Get In.

-Have you got a girl for me?

-No, this is stag.

Do | know any of the

people giving the party?

You will.

Will I like 'em?

Now, how could you help it?

They're a bunch of jolly good fellows.

Aren't you gonna blindfold me?

You've been reading

too many comic books.

Straight ahead.

Open it.

You're just in time.

This him?

Yeah, that's the guy.

Frisk him.

Get your hands off of me, sucker.

Mister, you're a riot.

We don't use the honour system here.

Now, is this any way

to dress for a party?

Look at this, Boss,

a water p*stol.

Well, whaddaya know?

It makes a noise.

Let him go.

Sit down.

-Who are you?

-The man said "sit down"!

Listen, Strongheart,

just sit still and answer questions.

You've been shootin' off your mouth

for two days around here.

Who told you to use my name

at the docks?

Oh, you must be Castro's boss.

I'm Castro,

and | don't have any boss.

Not even a wife, Mr Castro?

We don't want you

to entertain until later.

Tell this ape to lay

off of me, Castro!

Or what?!

What's this all about?

So, | shot my mouth off

around the docks. | needed a job!

| heard somebody mention your name

and | used it. All right, I'm sorry.

-Get me a beer.

-We're out of beer, Boss.

Go get some!

| want that g*n when | leave.

Sure. When ya leave.

| don't like fresh guys

messin" around my docks.

Now, one way or another,

you're gonna answer a few questions.

Make it easy on yourself.

You've been gone a half an hour.

| had to chase clear over to 18th Street

to get some cold beer.

How's old, fun-loving Flynn?

Open it.

Flynn's okay.

He's on the lam from New Orleans.

And you believe him?

Yeah.

He made a little mistake,

but | don't think he'll do that again.

Will ya, Flynn?

Not unless it's a mistake

to take this guy apart.

Gunner was just followin' orders.

Gunner's gonna run into me

one of these days without any help.

| like this boy.

He's got character.

-Have a beer.

-I'd rather get some sleep.

Okay, Flynn. You can go.

No hard feelings.

-Give him his g*n.

-Sure.

You must use that

to keep flies out of your room.

-Look me up sometime, Gunner.

-You're a laugh a minute, kid.

Forget about tonight, Flynn.

Okay.

-Well?

-It's all fixed.

Clean up this room.

And patch up that hole.

Tote that barge!

Well, you must be

worn out at night.

Why work, when

gasoline'll do it for ya?

It's nice of you to

talk to us labourers.

Just don't perspire

on my machine, boy.

See ya later.

Hey.

-You Tim Flynn?

-Yeah.

-You live at the Royal Hotel?

-That's right.

-Okay, come on.

-What's the idea?

You got in a fight yesterday

with a guy named Culio.

Fight? It was more like a waltz.

Don't tell me he called the cops.

-Seen him today?

-No.

| don't wonder.

He was m*rder*d last night at 11:30.

Shot with a .32 automatic.

We found this in your room.

One b*llet fired. Come on.

Don't start any trouble.

You got the wrong town

to try this, buddy.

Come on.

Get everything.

All right, Flynn, let's have it.

Have what?

Don't get me sore,

| don't wanna waste any time on ya.

I'm ready to leave any time you are.

Now, look, Flynn,

you can make it easy or hard.

Me, | don't care which way it is.

Why d'ya k*ll Culio?

- I didn't.

-You had a fight with him.

Maybe he got sore

and came after ya?

Was it self-defence?

| never saw the guy after the fight.

Get up.

All right, lean forward

on your two forefingers.

Hold it there.

This won't be the most fun

you've ever had.

In a few minutes,

you'll be yellin' for help.

Why don't you save

yourself some trouble and talk now?

| got nothin' to say.

Maybe you knew him before,

down in New Orleans.

That's where

you're from, isn't it?

My name is Timothy Flynn

and | want a lawyer!

You might be interested to know

that we got orders from higher up

to be pretty rough

on you waterfront rats.

I'd like to talk to

you alone, Sergeant.

Why alone?

Don't you like my friends?

Think | can tell ya somethin'

might interest ya.

You bet you can,

and you're gonna start right now.

-Alone, Sergeant.

-Not on your life.

You don't get any breaks,

because you've been steppin' on

the wrong toes

ever since you got in town.

Who do you mean? Castro?

Never mind who | mean.

Have you bothered to check my g*n

against the b*llet found in Culio's body?

We will, soon as we

get your confession.

I'd check it right now,

'cause they won't match up.

| got pretty good information

that they will.

Next time you see your information,

tell him I'm not hick enough

to let somebody wonder

around town carryin' my g*n.

Whaddaya mean?

I'm trying to tell you the g*n

and the b*llet won't match.

Send that g*n to Ballistics.

| wouldn't want to spend

your next few hours if you're lyin'.

I'm not lyin'.

And another thing, Bennion,

tell your friends their frame

was strictly bush league.

Shut up about my friends.

Up on your fingers!

We haven't even started with you.

Here's the noon report

from the precincts.

What's up?

Everything's pretty quiet.

15th picked up a man

on that waterfront k*lling last night.

Anybody we know?

No, some out-of-towner

from New Orleans.

Come on now,

you've had an hour of this.

It oughta be enough.

Why don't you wait

for the ballistics report?

| don't care anything about that,

| wanna hear what you gotta say.

So, it's beginning to get ya.

All right, straighten up.

Let him alone.

You're not gonna get anyplace

that way, Sergeant.

Give me a little more time.

Forget it. I'll take him

down to headquarters with me.

Now, wait a minute, Lieutenant,

we made this pinch.

I'll see you get full credit for it.

Here's the ballistics report.

-Well?

-It's not the same g*n.

Do you still want credit, Sergeant?

You better clean him up

before | take him down

and book him for having

a g*n without a permit.

| hope you enjoyed the parlour tricks.

Sorry, but | couldn't act too anxious

to get you outta there.

I'd put a tail on that

Sergeant Bennion who picked me up.

He's tied in with the mob,

whoever they are.

-You sure?

-Sure enough to want him followed.

Nice work

in ditching the m*rder g*n.

I'da had to been a slow twelve

years old to fall for that one.

| fired a b*llet from this g*n

so they wouldn't catch on.

What'd you do with the first g*n?

Mailed it to you.

What about the k*lling?

That was done by

a character called Gunner.

Why was Culio k*lled?

He made a crack about

doin' some talkin' after our fight,

so they figured on gettin' rid of

him and me at the same time.

Johnny, if you'd like us to put

somebody else on this with you...

No, no, no, no.

I'll pick up Gunner.

Anyway, | feel I'm beginning

to get someplace.

Where?

| want you to check on a

guy called Thomas Clancy.

Okay.

Do you have anything

on a Joe Castro?

Not much. We figure he's about

fifth man from the top.

-Well, | figure he's closer than that.

-What about Blackie Clegg?

| haven't even heard his name mentioned.

Everybody's too scared.

You know, if we ever snag that Sergeant,

| get ten minutes alone with him.

If he's crooked,

you can have ten days.

One crummy, crooked cop,

and he can smell up the whole force.

-When do you wanna be released?

-Right now.

I'm anxious to start workin' my way

right back to that Sergeant.

-Up and at 'em, Russell.

-Well, whaddaya know!

| was just readin'

about ya in the paper.

| figured they was

parboilin' ya for the chair.

I'm goin' in to get a drink.

That should give you time enough

to put back the stuff

you probably stole from my room.

There was nothin'

there worth stealin'.

Put it back, anyway.

-On the house.

-Thanks.

| guess Bennion and his boys

had some fun with ya.

I'll get him alone sometime.

That kind always travel in bunches.

You hear a lot of stuff around

the bar, don't ya, Smoothie?

| don't listen very hard.

Sure you do.

Whaddaya hear?

Well, some of the boys

say you were framed.

And not very good, at that.

| want you to pass this along

so it'll get back to the right places.

I'm a little peeved with

the boys that did it.

Know who they are?

Yeah, | know who they are,

but | don't know where to find 'em.

Do you ever sell

information, Smoothie?

Not me.

It'd be worth five bucks

if | could find out where

| could run into a certain guy.

Ask somebody else.

Ten.

It ain't healthy, Flynn.

Twenty bucks, or

do | go someplace else?

-Who do you wanna know about?

-A guy they call Gunner.

The college thug?

Anybody coulda told you.

He hangs out every night

in a little club

called the Black Kitten.

It's on 18th.

Twenty bucks, please.

-You wouldn't cross me, pop?

-I don't cross nobody.

I'd bounce you around

like a basketball.

| gave it to ya straight.

Don't bother to pick me up.

My party tonight, Gunner.

| heard you were out, Flynn.

That smells mighty

like a cop to me.

Let's go across the street.

| never argue with a man

who's giving a party.

Castro should have let me get you

but good the other night.

He's got more sense

than you've got.

Turn around.

You gonna knock me off,

or pinch me?

Maybe neither one.

| wanna ask you a couple of questions

about a friend of yours.

Sure.

-Blackie Clegg.

-Whaddaya wanna know?

-Lieutenant Banks.

-Lieutenant, this is Damico.

All right.

The boy you want in

the Culio k*lling's tied up

in a construction job on 18th Street,

across from the Black Kitten.

Hold it, Johnny.

Get a car out in front, right away.

Okay, Johnny.

Lieutenant, don't let anything out

about his arrest.

And, whatever you do,

don't let anybody spring him.

If you do,

I'll be dead ten minutes later.

-We'll keep him buried.

-Did you get anything on Clancy?

We can't find a thing.

Maybe he's using a phoney name.

Yeah, well, put a tail on him,

I'm gonna sleep for eighteen hours.

Hey! Flynn!

Over here.

| heard you'd applied for a permanent

position at Leavenworth.

| didn't qualify.

-Who sprung ya?

-My mother.

Your mother must get around,

the way you walk in and out

of soft jobs and jails.

If you're tr yin' to pump me, you're

gonna have to do a lot better than that.

I'm just tr yin' to get the formula.

They throw away the key on me

if | get a traffic ticket.

There's no formula.

They just found out | didn't do it.

-Okay, don't get sore.

-You're too nosy.

Now, don't be like that. | was just

gonna invite you to a party tonight.

- I need that like I need the plague.

-You don't like parties?

I've been to a couple lately

that were pretty rough.

This might turn out that way, too.

I've lined up two of the

cutest gals you ever saw.

And you wanna share 'em with me?

Well, two are worse than none.

Well, why pick on me?

You got a lot of other friends.

Well, if getting you a cute girl

is pickin' on ya,

I've been taking an awful beatin'

since | was thirteen.

Who are the girls?

Now, would you know any more

if | gave you their names?

They're women. What more

do you want? Free dishes?

Well, | could use a little fun.

What time?

I'll meet you

at Pine and 4th Street at 9:30.

Hey, don't stand me up.

| couldn't handle both of 'em.

Clancy wants you to get him drunk.

Play up to him.

-Get everything you can out of him.

-Who is he?

Clancy didn't say. Just said

he might be dangerous to him.

-What am | supposed to find out?

-Everything you can.

What he's doing around the docks.

What his connections are.

Fine job to give to his sister.

Why don't you do it?

Because it's a worse job

to give to his wife.

-You know how jealous Clancy is.

-Yeah.

You gonna wear your wedding ring?

No. Thanks for reminding me.

Here he is now.

How are you, girls?

Sorry to keep you waiting.

This is Tim Flynn. Tim, this is Peggy.

And that's Doris, she belongs to you.

But suppose | like Peggy better?

Now, wait a minute, pal.

Ah, come on, Clancy, you're not

gonna get stuffy on me, are ya?

It's just that | got

kind of a weakness for blondes.

So have I!

Yeah, but this is

sort of my coming out party.

There's nothin'

the matter with Doris!

No, of course not.

You'll have fun.

Oh, come on Clancy,

what difference does it make?

You like Doris.

And | think he's kind of cute.

Why can't he like Doris?

-Why can't somebody?

-Oh, sit down, Clancy.

We'll have a real good time, honey.

Yeah, sure.

Tell me all about yourself, Tim.

Oh, | come from an

ordinary, everyday family.

My mother was an oil heiress,

my father was a Zeppelin pilot.

Did they ever marry?

It's been awfully dry

sitting here waiting for you.

Yeah, sure, let's have some drinks.

-Yes sir, what'll it be?

-Who's buying?

| am.

Cheap bourbon and plain water.

Make it four.

Well, what's on the programme tonight?

Well, | thought we might have a

few drinks and go up to your place.

-Trying to save money again?

-We'll bring a bottle.

-What do you say, Tim?

-You lead, I'll follow.

You see what nice things

he says, Clancy?

You and | are

going to get along fine.

That thought has

already crossed my mind.

Well, say something to me.

Hmm? Oh, how ya been?

Why don't you loosen up tonight?

Let's take a cab.

Listen, a streetcar was

good enough for my grandfather.

Well, it's not

good enough for me.

-Aren't we gonna eat?

-Eat? What's that?

That's something

people who don't drink do.

Come on, let's take a cab.

-She acted like she knew you.

-Or wished she did.

Things must be slow at the hospital.

You won't tell me

anything about yourself.

Why should | talk about me when

| got a pretty little thing like you around?

Are you in the rackets, Timmy?

Let's talk about world affairs.

Clancy is.

Makes a lot of money.

You oughta get in on it.

Maybe you oughta

talk to Clancy about gettin' me in.

You're kidding me.

You've probably got a better deal

of your own, haven't you?

-What color are your eyes?

-Can't you tell?

Bourbon blue.

Where are old Clancy and Doris?

They're in the kitchen.

Leave 'em alone.

You're not just an ordinary

longshoreman. Are you, Timmy?

-Nope.

-What are you?

Thirsty.

You're cute.

Have you two met?!

Clancy, my boy! You can

think of the most delightful ways

to pass the time of night.

I'm gonna come to all your parties

from now on.

Look, run back to your mixmaster

and cook up a few more of these.

Here, honey.

Don't let me outdistance you.

I'm with you every step.

Not much stamina, has he?

We got what we wanted.

Anyway, | was tired of him

pawing you around.

- Jealous?

- You can say that again.

He's really out.

He'll be all right

in the morning.

Ooh!

You must be part of my hangover.

You wish!

Is that g*n loaded?

You wanna find out?

No, I'm happier just guessin'.

Where's Gunner?

-Who?

-You know who | mean!

If you mean that dim bulb

who pushed me around...

Where is he?

How should | know?

That's your problem.

You haven't seen him?

No.

How come this was

in your bureau drawer?

Well, you certainly

tripped me up there, didn't ya?

| didn't come up here

to trade jokes with ya.

Now, come on, where is he?

| told ya | didn't like people

who push me around.

-You k*lled him?

-He's not around, is he?

You oughta be

glad it wasn't you,

after that two-bit frame

you tried to pull.

A real tough guy, aren't ya?

With my hangover...

no.

Come on, get up.

| don't wanna.

Okay, sucker.

Take it right here.

You'll make a lotta noise.

Nobody in this dump

will care about that.

Yeah, you've got a point there.

What'd you do with Gunner's body?

Floated it down the sewer.

| thought so.

-All right, get movin'.

-Now that he's gone,

I'd like to apply for Gunner's job

with your organisation.

| said, get goin'!

I'd be a good boy for ya, Castro.

My car's in the back.

We'll use those stairs.

-Where are we goin'?

-It won't matter to you.

I'd fit into your g*ng perfectly.

| could maim and disfigure people for ya,

-and sh**t up the ones you don't like.

-Get goin'!

| think you're makin' a big mistake,

Castro. I'm no good to ya dead.

He musta bumped

his head on somethin'.

Yeah.

It's upstairs, to your right.

C'mon, gimme a hand.

We'll get him back to your room.

You must be part Marine to turn up

in the nick of time like this.

I've been listening

outside your door.

Lucky I did

before | knocked, huh?

The final drink you gave me last night

must have been radioactive.

Yeah, it's an invention of my own.

| call that "Old Bikini".

I'm sorry about last night, Damico.

Come on, come on, Damico.

Let's stop playing footsie

with each other.

You're a cop,

working out of the 6th Precinct,

on the Blackie Clegg business.

Now, don't try anything.

I'm pretty quick with a blackjack.

-Maybe we'll find out.

-Why? I'm on your side.

Yeah? Who are you?

Like they say on those corny

television programmes...

Special Investigator.

Where's your beard?

| rigged it up to get your prints

off one of those glasses last night,

and sent 'em through to Washington.

Imagine my surprise

when you turned out to be a flatfoot.

Why don't they

tell us these things?

We go around

gumshoeing after each other.

Clancy...

Haven't had a chance

to send your prints in yet.

I've had a guy tailing you for two days.

| know. That's why | wanted

to find out a few things.

Did you have to slug me

with that poison to do it?

No, that was just to teach you

not to play around with my wife.

Your what?

The plan was for my sister, Doris,

to do your entertaining,

but you had crum things up

and pick my wife.

You're lucky

| didn't tear your arm off.

We must do that again real soon.

Yeah, that's what Peggy

said this morning.

What are you workin' on down here?

A phoney insurance swindle.

The Alta Indemnity Company.

They took about half a million.

-Maybe you heard of 'em, huh?

-Nope.

It was worked by a g*ng of four.

We got 'em all except the big boy,

a fellow named Humbert.

Got a line on him?

If that's not him on the bed,

I'll turn in my d*ck Tracy badge.

How'd you track him down?

By every scientific device

known to modern crime investigators.

And the fact that a stool pigeon

told us where he was.

Why didn't you close in sooner?

| couldn't find him.

Only recently learned he was

using the name Castro, so...

when | heard you drop

his name at the dock,

| figured you'd lead me

to him, sooner or later.

Whaddaya know about

Blackie Clegg, Clancy?

Can't give you a bit of help.

I've heard his name a coupla times,

that's about all.

You gonna keep

workin' round here?

Not me.

That's the chump we're after.

I'll take him in,

and then devote a month

to patching up

my shattered marriage.

I'll put in a call for the boys

come and pick him up.

That's great. Why don't you

just sh**t me yourself,

and save Castro's g*ng the trouble?

Got any ideas?

Well, keep it quiet, and give me

as much time as you can.

How am | gonna

get him outta here?

Castro's got a car in the back.

Use that.

Should have taken up

my offer, Castro.

Come on, get up.

Sure you don't need any help?

If | do, I'd better go

back to jerking sodas.

Sweat him a little, see if you

can't get some information for me.

You won't get anything.

We'll try real hard.

I'll turn everything | get

over to your boss.

-Don't drink any loaded drinks.

-Give my love to your wife.

-Hey, Flynn.

-Yeah?

Smoothie wants to see ya.

-What about?

-How should | know?

-Maybe he's buying.

-Then what are you doin' here?

I'll be off duty

at eight o'clock, Flynn.

Congratulations.

There's a man

who wants to see you.

That shouldn't be too hard.

I'm usually around here.

He's too big a man for that.

He wants me to bring you to him.

-Well, maybe | don't wanna go.

-Ah, ¢'mon, Flynn.

It means twenty bucks for me,

if | deliver you.

Well, you could at least

offer to split with me.

Well, there's ten thousand

in it for you.

Straight whisky, Smoothie.

Who is the guy?

He'll tell you when he sees you.

-Where do | meet ya?

-Right here.

My car's across the street

in the gas station.

I'm goin' upstairs

and get some sleep.

If I'm not down here by seven,

send Russell up to bang on the door.

-Are you sure you weren't followed?

-Please...

What's so important?

I'm making a command appearance

in front of one of the big boys tonight.

-Who?

-Maybe the jackpot, | dunno.

Where do you see him?

The bartender at my rest home

is driving me over.

What about this bartender?

Well, he says he's

a go-between for twenty bucks.

| wouldn't doubt it.

Could we get to his car?

It's in a gas station

across the street from the hotel.

-How much time do we have?

-Mmm, couple of hours.

-We'll put a transmitter in his car.

-Why?

He may let something drop.

And in case anything happens to you,

we'd like to know what it is.

And we'll put a tail on you.

Look, if they catch on,

we're back at the beginning.

They won't.

We'll use a fluorescent marker can.

All right.

Just don't follow too close.

Give you about ten minutes.

You know, | got a hunch this is it.

Be careful.

Yeah, sure. I'll carry

real b*ll*ts in my g*n.

Hey, Smoothie, you got a flat

on the right-rear of your car.

-It was all right this morning.

-Probably a slow leak.

Want me to fix it?

Well, I've gotta use it

in about forty minutes.

-Er... put on the spare.

-Okay.

Smoothie! Couple of beers!

-You've only got forty minutes.

-1 think we can make it.

You'd better change that tyre,

in case he decides to check.

Paul, you handle the marker can

under the right-rear fender.

Connect it to the ignition switch.

Talbert, you and I'll

work on the transmitter.

We'll put it

under the floor board.

And the mic goes

under the glove compartment.

Okay, disconnect it.

Hand me that ultraviolet lamp.

Let's go.

We'll wait here.

Are you set down there?

Ready here.

Turn on the ignition switch,

and I'll see if it works.

Here goes.

Shut it off. All set.

-You'd better hurry up.

-Okay.

All ready to contact

Mobile Units, Lieutenant.

Mobile Unit Two.

Mobile Unit Two.

This is Mobile Two.

Keep cruising and be ready to jump in

with a fix anytime I ask you.

Right.

That goes for you, too,

Mobile Three.

Okay, Lieutenant.

Tune your antenna.

Antenna tuned.

That should do it.

Lieutenant Banks

-should be receiving us now.

-They made it.

Here they come.

All fixed, Smoothie.

I'll put it on your bill.

All right, Tom.

Listen.

We wait ten minutes.

Trust a bartender to

know all the right people.

You pick up a lot of things

on a job like that.

You mentioned something about $10,000.

Let's dwell on that for a minute.

Well, this man has a job for you.

He likes the way you work.

How does he know about me?

He checked on

your record in New Orleans.

What work of mine does he admire?

The way you

took care of Gunner after he framed you.

- Who said | took care of him?

- Didn't you?

Smoothie...

It couldn't be that

you're a cop, could it?

No, it couldn't.

| didn't take care of anybody.

Have it your way.

He's not around anymore,

that's all | know.

All right, let's go.

Hit your ultra-violet light.

There it is.

Tell me about this man.

He wants to see you.

Is he really big?

The biggest.

What does he want me to do?

k*ll a cop.

Is that all?

Well, that's why it's worth

ten thousand bucks.

Just any cop, or does

he have someone in mind?

We have someone in mind.

IIWell?

Well, as you said,

a bartender knows

all the right people.

Circle around.

Cut on down the way we were going.

And hurry up!

What dumb, crummy luck!

Pull over to the kerb.

Mobile Units Two and Three,

report in.

Mobile Unit Two,

at 63rd and Downing Streets.

Mobile Unit Three,

at Sycamore and Langley.

All right.

Stay where you are.

We'll use that as a baseline.

I'll triangulate it from here.

As soon as they get

where they're going,

give me their bearings

from your position.

Is there anything else you wanna tell me?

You'll find out everything you need

to know when we get there.

- Are you receiving them all right?

- Loud and clear.

Same here.

All right, draw your baseline.

Come on, this is it.

Why couldn't we meet him

in a more lighted spot?

This is the back door of the house.

We'll go up to his apartment.

Answer me one

question, Smoothie.

Is this guy Blackie Clegg?

Where'd you hear that name?

Around the docks.

The boys say he runs things.

The boys are right,

but they shouldn't talk so much.

Come on.

Mobile Units Two and Three.

They're at their destination.

Report on your bearings.

This is Mobile Unit Two.

Our bearing is 74 degrees.

This is Mobile Unit Three.

Our bearing is...

| guess you two know each other.

-Yeah, | guess we do.

-How are ya, Flynn?

I'm not in the mood for any

finger exercises, Bennion.

It's no fun, is it?

Glad you're gonna be with us, Flynn.

- I don't get it. Is he Blackie Clegg??

-Are you kidding?

Bennion runs errands around here.

Sit down.

-Where's Clegg, then?

-He'll show up in a minute.

-Maybe | oughta give you a rundown first.

-On what?

This job he wants done.

That is, if you're interested.

Well, that depends.

Knockin' off cops

is a tricky pastime.

They take a b*llet

just like anyone else.

Yeah, but more people

seem to resent it.

$10,000 isn't exactly

starvation wages.

No, you can buy

a lot of smiles with it.

This won't be tough at all.

There's the boy we want.

-He doesn't look impossible.

-It's a deal, then?

No, | wanna talk to the

man who wants it done.

-He can hear us.

- I want that to work both ways.

Well, | can make

the deal for him.

No, not for me. I'll deal with

the chairman of the board, or nobody.

All right, fix yourself a drink

and I'll get him.

Thanks.

They're in the vicinity

of 68th and Charleston, Lieutenant.

Mobile Units,

this is Lieutenant Banks.

They're near 68th and Charleston.

Let's get that whole area sealed off.

W atch for his car.

It's a '46 Ford Coupe,

licence number 7X8576.

Come on in, Flynn,

and meet Blackie Clegg.

| must be kinda slow.

| shoulda figured this, Smoothie.

Why should you have figured?

A lotta smarter

people than you haven't.

It's a little corny...

but it works.

You don't have any

more tricks, do you?

A few.

- I haven't said I was in yet.

-You don't have to.

You're in whether

you like it or not.

Oh, | see.

You wanted to talk

to Blackie Clegg.

All right, you're doing it.

But that automatically

puts you on salary.

-Okay by me.

-That's half the ten grand.

You get the rest when

the cop turns up gone.

Tell me all about this cop.

He's been hiding out.

| think we'll find out

where he is tonight.

How?

Come on and I'll show you.

- Pretty, isn't she?

- Yeah, and stubborn!

-What does she say?

-She hasn't seen him for a couple weeks.

Who is she?

The cop's girlfriend.

How'd you find her?

Why?

| think I've seen her

someplace before.

Where?

Just let me make sure

it's the right girl.

She seems to know you.

She ought to. | was at

a party with her last night.

A party?

Yeah. You know that fella Clancy

I'm always drinkin' with at the bar?

-I know him.

-He invited me to a party last night.

There was a couple of girls,

she was one of 'em.

Clancy? He doesn't look

like the picture in the paper.

But if that picture's a phoney,

Clancy could be Damico.

What have you got

to say now, honey?

| don't know what

you're talking about.

Let's get this straight, Miss.

We're going to find out

where your boyfriend is.

If he's going under

the name of Clancy now,

tell us and we'll drive you

right back to the hospital.

| don't know anything

about any Clancy.

He's lying!

You're dealing with Blackie Clegg, girlie.

you'd better tell him what you know.

-Maybe she's forgotten.

-Maybe | can help her remember.

We'll go back and have a drink.

Let us know as soon

as you get anything.

Let me talk to her.

She wouldn't understand you

nearly as well as she would him.

He's very experienced

in this sort of thing.

Well, honey, I'm afraid you're

gonna get mussed up a little more.

Flynn, have you gone nuts?

Don't try anything,

Smoothie. | was tailed here.

- Are you a cop, Flynn?

- Without a wig to my name.

You must be my friend Damico.

Hey, you must

have a crystal ball.

You were

kinda stupid to kick out that light.

It won't matter.

It already has.

I've got the girl, Damico,

and I'm gonna back out the door.

You'll hit her if you sh**t at me.

It won't do you any good, Smoothie.

There's cops all over the block.

Just remember

what you'll be sh**ting at.

Come on!

Johnny! Never mind,

the alley's blocked off.

They'll pick 'em up.

How many others are in there?

- I don't know. I think I got two of "em.

-Let's go.

-Be careful, Mary's upstairs.

-Who?

-Mary.

-Wait here.

Sergeant Bennion came

and got me at the hospital.

He told me that

Johnny Damico had been hurt,

and he wanted to see me.

| didn't have any reason

to suspect anything

because he showed me his badge.

All right, Mary

Let's get her to the hospital.

McCullough, put this girl in the car

and take her to Harbor Hospital.

Yes, sir.

Don't leave her until you're sure

she's all right. Come on, Mary.

Lieutenant,

we got that guy out of the car.

Do you want to see him?

-Bring him in.

-Yes, sir.

I'll be over as soon as

I'm through here.

He's got some awful good Scotch.

We'll look it over

after we talk to him.

-Here he is, Lieutenant

-That's not him!

This is the guy

who was in the car.

-Where is he, Bennion?

-| don't know.

| just heard some shots

and | tried to get away.

Johnny!

You promised me ten

minutes alone with him!

Listen to me, Bennion, every guy

on the force is gonna take the rap

'cause you got big and greedy.

I'd like to do some work

on your fingers.

His office safe. There's a door

goes out the back.

Checked precincts 10 and 12,

Lieutenant, still no lead on Blackie Clegg.

He'll never get out of town.

We've got every bridge,

tunnel and road plugged.

Maybe he doesn't wanna

get outta town.

-Then we'll pick him up.

-This guy's no schoolboy.

That back door

through the safe proved that.

You sure you hit him?

There was blood on the floor,

wasn't there?

We'll get him.

He'll have to go to somebody for help.

Maybe, but remember, he can turn up as

a redhead or a blond, anything he wants.

Here's the report from Washington

on those prints we picked up in his office.

"No record."

You'd better get some sleep, Johnny.

But don't go near your apartment.

-What about Mary?

-I've got men all around the hospital.

I'll go over there,

then come back here and sleep.

-Take a car.

-Thanks.

-How's it goin', Joe?

-Ah, the time flies like a rock.

I'm supposed to be lookin'

for some bald-headed guy

who wouldn't be

dumb enough to show up.

If you knew as much

about that guy as | did,

you'd keep your

holster unbuttoned.

Nurse, where have you got

Mary Kiernan tied down?

-Room 306.

-Thanks.

Come in.

Nurse.

| don't want the

patient in room 309 disturbed.

He's only in

for a medical check-up.

Yes, Doctor.

The patient in room 309

is not to be disturbed.

-You were right, he just came in.

-What about the ambulance?

It's at the back entrance.

-I'm taking an awful chance.

-I'm paying an awful price.

| had no idea that was

the type of work you did for a living.

Last night was pretty quiet.

Gets downright exciting at times.

-Supposing you hadn't turned up?

-But | did.

| don't have to tell you

to keep quiet, Damico.

Make any noise and she gets it first.

Stand up.

Turn around.

Open your coat.

Now, you take his g*n

and put it on the bed.

Don't stall.

Don't reach for the bell

or knock anything over.

Do what he tells you, Mary.

Smart girl.

Close the blinds.

Now, move back to the bed.

-Didn't | wing you last night?

-Just a scratch.

We got cops around this place

like Fort Knox.

They're watching

for me to break in, not out.

Don't make a false move, Damico.

Tell them to come in.

Come in.

Only take a minute.

Now, let's see

how you're getting along.

| think you need

some more sedation.

I'll go get it, and then

the visitors have to leave.

We'll wait until she comes back

before we go on

with our business.

-What business is there”?

-I don't like to be made out a sucker.

Besides that, you two

can identify me too easily.

How do you figure on

getting out of the hospital?

The way | came in.

An ambulance.

You don't miss a trick, do ya?

That's how | stay alive.

| was in the safe when you told them

to take her to the hospital.

And that you'd come to see her.

| don't think

we'll wait for the nurse.

Toss me a pillow.

Go on over and stand beside her.

| knew something was funny

as soon as that nurse came in.

She's one of our best cops.

Didn't she look all right?

She used her thumb

to feel my pulse.

No nurse would ever do that.

-She did all right.

-Lieutenant...

what do you think my chances are

of getting a promotion out of this?

No!

Well, | thought with the

added expense of getting married...

No!

Well, very lucky for me

| have an income of my own.

-Where did you get that?

-Tilting pinball machines.

You got that from Clegg,

and it belongs to the city.

Timmy!

I'd just like to see how you're

gonna talk your way out of this.