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If something doesn't happen pretty soon, I'll die.

Alright. I'll fix that.

One moment, everybody.

Bonnie's going to dance.

Now make it hot.

d Oh, he's a gay caballero d

d I seek out a senorita d

d I woo her a while d

d In his Argentine style d

d And I'll carry her right off her feet-a d

Done.

I wish I were in his shoes.

A little number sis picked up in Biarritz.

Making rather an open play for Bob, isn't she?

I'm betting on her to win.

You Jordans don't exactly hate yourselves, do you?

Certainly not. Why, we're just crazy about us.

Yes.

That's right. Cha-cha-cha.

Bob, behave yourself there, buddy.

Whoo!

Ha ha! There we are.

Oh, let's have a little...

Mmm. Whew.

Thank you.

$900.

Not so good.

- Marvin. - Yes?

Young people seem to be enjoying themselves.

Well, you're only young once.

I don't want my children to have the hard time I had.

Spare the rod and spoil the child.

Well, it's a good alibi.

- Alibi? - Yeah.

For running up Consolidated Air 200 points.

Well, we must take advantage of the present market, D.L.

Haven't seen anything like it in,

well, not in my experience.

I've been playing the market all my life.

I withstood the panic of 1906

the slump after the war,

and here I am once again sitting on top of the world.

Well, I'm printing a story tomorrow

that may bring you down a peg or two.

Oh, Blair. Blair, you and your Herald.

You're the worst calamity teller in town.

Just the same, the market's crazy.

Stocks aren't worth that much.

You've been saying that for the past six months.

- Yeah. - Stocks are still going up.

Oh, everybody's dying.

Come on. Let's get the party going.

- Do something, will you? - Alright.

Listen, everybody.

How about a little moonlight bathing?

Cool the fevered brow, huh?

I've always wanted to go swimming at night.

Ooh, I hope it isn't cold.

Well, I hope it is after 97 all day in the shade.

But, Bob, we won't have enough suits to go around.

Wait. Allen, lights out.

Alright. Stand by, everybody, and off with your clothes.

Come on.

Yeah. Why not?

Hey, Bonnie!

Where's Bonnie?

Dive for her, Bob. This isn't funny.

What is it, Rod? What is it?

It's Bonnie. She hasn't come up yet.

Somebody ought to do something.

Bob? Bob, why don't you do something for her?

Dive, boy! Dive!

Oh!

Gee, you certainly had us worried.

Oh, you little minx!

Sometimes I'm sorry you're too old to spank.

Oh, I know.

If I ever say anything, I'm old-fashioned.

Whew!

Staged that pretty well, didn't she?

Gee, what a girl. If I were Bob Townsend and she loved me...

d Love me and the world is mine d

I don't see her fascination.

No? Well, uh...

You know I'm very much in love with you, don't you?

Are you?

I'm crazy about you, and you know it.

I didn't know.

Well, you know it now. What about it?

That's it. What?

Going to make me stand on ceremony?

You think I'm so old-fashioned?

I hope not.

You're right. I'm not.

I believe in...

in trying love out.

On approval?

Yes.

On approval.

Good morning, Dad.

Hmm.

I was just wondering if you were going to sleep all day.

- Where's your brother? - I don't know.

You know, the only thing I demand of you children is

that you...

Speak of the devil.

Ah, seltzer, Greg.

Everybody's so sociable in this house at breakfast.

I never could see the idea

of dragging us out of bed in the middle of the night --

Shh!

Rodney, Halsey tells me you're drinking too much.

I'll push that old fool's face in for him

if he starts blabbing.

- Better cut it down. - Sure.

Must you smoke before breakfast?

Well, I must if I want to keep thin, darling.

What's the matter, Daddy?

Isn't the market behaving?

The market's rather unsteady.

Oh, by the way, have you seen Dr. Reed lately?

Maybe you're teething.

Yes, I saw him last Friday.

I haven't had time since.

International Copper dropped ten points

while he was making a metabolism test.

And your blood pressure skyrocketed.

Oh.

A gentleman to see Mr. Rodney.

Me?

Oh, it's Wally. Excuse me.

- Hello, Wally. - Hello, Rod.

Say, I've got to have some good stuff.

There's a buffet luncheon at Connie King's today

and I've been asked to pour.

Oh, I see. Gonna tote your own?

I don't trust their bootlegger.

Well, what do you want, rye or Scotch?

Same as the last.

Want to settle for it now?

The head man's sort of shot this morning.

You'd better let it ride.

Well, that's okay with me.

- Two suitcases, imported. - Fine.

Okay, Rod. It will be there.

- So long. - So long, Wally.

Sell 10,000 and a quarter!

Sell 5,000 Jordan Chemical at 220!

Ten thousand call of a quarter and an eighth!

Five thousand Jordan Chemical at 200.

Look. Monty Jordan's on the floor.

That looks bad, doesn't it?

Hey, Mont, you fool. Get back in your office.

- How late is this tape? - About an hour and a half.

Look, get off the floor, for the love of...

You're tipping off your hand.

Offer! 20,000 Jordan Chemical!

Offer! 20,000 Jordan Chemical!

What's bid, Jordan Chemical?

Yes, what is the bid?

I haven't a bid at any price.

That's a quarter.

No bid?

Monty!

Come on, you fellas, give me a hand here.

Mr. Selby is calling. Shall I show him in?

Would you please, Albert?

It's probably something about Dad's will.

Yes, no doubt.

Bonnie.

I'm very sorry for you, my dear.

I was fond of your father.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

- Hello, Rodney. - How do you do, sir?

Well?

I regret intruding so soon on your sorrow.

But I've been worrying about you two.

Wondering if you've made any plans for the future.

If you knew how things stand.

No, not exactly.

Well, I know Dad was hit pretty hard in the crash.

I thought while things are being adjusted

I'd take a little flying trip to Florida.

Bonnie might go abroad. You know, change of scene.

It's a pretty good idea, isn't it?

I'm afraid you don't quite realize the situation.

Your father was wiped out completely.

You mean there's nothing left for us?

You're quite penniless.

But there must be some money somewhere, there must be.

Hadn't Daddy any life insurance?

His heart. You know he wasn't a good risk.

But what's going to become of us?

- How are we going to live? - I don't know.

Unless you do as a great many others have done

in these circumstances -- Go to work.

Work? Ha!

Rod...

You see, Mr. Selby,

it's all happened so suddenly that,

well, it's quite difficult to realize.

I know.

But you're young, my dear, and very pretty.

Surely there's -- there's some nice, young man who...

Who might want to marry me?

I don't know.

Rodney, there's Andrew Cowan of First National.

He was a friend of your father's.

He might give you a start.

Yeah, as a teller in one of his banks.

I should stand behind a cage and dole out dollar bills.

Well, you'll have to start somewhere, my boy.

Your father started at the bottom.

Look at the fortune he made.

Yes, look at it. Where is it?

He might have kept something to leave his children.

We're not prepared to work. We didn't even finish school.

Rod, he wanted us to finish school, but we wouldn't.

Don't start blaming him. It isn't fair.

Alright. It's our own fault, then.

But does that make it any easier?

Oh, Roddy.

We mustn't bother Mr. Selby with our troubles.

I wish there was something I could do to help.

But I-I took a pretty stiff licking myself on the market

and have to pay for my folly with the rest of the fools.

Good bye.

Goodbye and thank you.

Two men who say they're from the auctioneer, Miss Jordan.

They've come to price the furniture.

Yes, I was expecting them.

And, Albert...

I'm sorry, but we shan't need you any longer.

Would you tell the cook and Pearl and the others?

Very good, miss.

Ah! Here comes your erstwhile devoted Mr. Townsend.

Bob.

You won't need this.

I'm leaving you to your golden opportunity, sis.

Remember, wealthy bachelors don't grow on every rosebush.

- Hello, Rod. - Hello, Bob.

Nice of you to come.

What can I say, Bonnie?

It's enough that you came.

I haven't had you off my mind since it happened.

The appraisers, miss.

Would you ask them to work

in some other part of the house, please, Albert?

Very good, miss.

Appraisers?

Getting ready for the auction.

Auction?

We're cleaned out.

Sounds like a bad dream, doesn't it?

Why, the... the whole works?

House, yacht, furniture, everything.

Nothing left but my reputation.

Sit down, won't you?

Aw, gee.

Why didn't you let me know, Bonnie?

- Why? - Well, I...

Sort of a jam, isn't it?

Sort of.

Well, you know you can count on me.

I'll do the right thing, Bonnie.

The right thing?

I'll marry you, of course.

That is, if you...

That's funny.

- Funny? - Yes.

What's funny?

Your thinking you ought to marry me.

It's the least I can do, isn't it?

Kiss me, Bob.

Don't be silly, darling.

You don't have to be a martyr to the cause.

Everything's 50-50. You know that.

You mean that?

Fifty-fifty.

Absolutely no obligation on anybody's part.

So, cheer up. No wedding bells for us.

You're not being heroic?

I'm quite myself, I assure you.

I like my freedom just as much as you do, Bob,

and I intend to keep it.

Well! Spoken like a gentlewoman.

Oh, good scald, Bonnie.

Gee, I might have known it.

Relieved?

Well, I -- I hadn't exactly figured

on walking down the aisle, not this winter.

Oh, but give me credit. I was willing.

Noble Bacchus. Spoken like a gentleman.

- Smoke? - Sure.

- No? - No.

Bob, would -- would you mind going now?

- I'm sorry. - Thanks.

And if there's anything I can do, Bonnie,

I hope you'll let me know.

Nice of you to call.

You know, I'd like to have these drapes.

Can you imagine Bonnie Jordan poor?

It must be an awful letdown.

Serves her right.

Imagined every man was crazy about her, even Bob.

Well, this will take her down a peg or two.

I wonder if they're selling all the furniture.

I hope so.

I'm gonna make a bid for that little spinet desk of hers.

I've had my eye on it for ages.

You'll find seats right over here.

The next we have to offer is this genuine

Chippendale settee.

Speak right up now. What are my bids?

One hundred dollars? Thank you. Start at $100.

Now $100. 100. Who will make it 125?

125. 125. Do I hear 150? Do I hear 150?

Good morning.

Good? That's rich.

With the house being sold over our heads?

I know. The auction's in full swing.

Going, going, gone.

It's a tough break, being left stranded like this.

Why, we're paupers.

Well, there's no use crying about it.

Buck up.

Put on your spurs and gauntlets and give the world a battle.

Swat 'em in the eye.

Yeah? Just how?

Go to work. I'm not afraid.

You? Why, what could you do?

Open up a tea shoppie?

"Bonnie Jordan's orange pekoe blend."

Go to it.

No. No tea shoppies for Bonnie Jordan.

Well, what, then? Model for a living?

Parade in front of all our sympathetic friends?

Two to the right. Two to the left.

Pose and smile sweetly.

Oh, I'm not gonna do any of those

stupid, silly, conventional things.

You'd be surprised what a young girl can earn

when she sets her mind to it.

I'm no dud.

You've got the looks, kid. Trade on them.

Open up a beauty parlor.

"Bonnie Jordan's face cream. Works while you sleep."

You get the works, and they get the sleep.

That's your idea of me, huh?

Beautiful but dumb.

Alright. I'll show you.

I'm going out to get myself a man-sized job.

You can do exactly as you please.

Alright. I'll get drunk.

Oh, Rod, what good will that do?

A lot of good. At least for the time being.

- And then? - The hangover.

Darling, if you'd only pull yourself together.

I'll stick to you through thick and thin. See if I don't.

Let's not get emotional about it.

- Oh, but, darling -- - Don't mollycoddle me.

I'll pull out of it someday.

Maybe.

Boy?

Boy?

Boy?

Boy?

Boy?

Hello! When did she come on the paper?

Last week. Swell kid, too.

Yeah? Well, how did she get into this racket?

Friend of the managing editor. He's giving her a try.

Yeah? What for? To rest his eyes?

What's this?

The Jackson Park Poultry Show.

Mr. Boole has a photograph of the prize rooster.

Copyboy?

Is this all of it?

Yes, sir. But I could write some more.

There's your story in the first three paragraphs.

You can have the rest of it.

Great story about the poultry show, boys.

Give it a box on the front page.

Oh. Thank you.

Cut it down to 50 words. Home and garden section.

All through?

Yes. I've done my one good deed for the day.

Yeah?

Could have saved myself a lot of trouble.

You'll learn, kid.

Clearness, condensation.

Where, what, when, and why? That's the idea.

Say, don't let those guys over on the copydesk bother you.

They're just a lot of butchers at heart.

Why, you know what they'd do if they got a chance?

What?

They'd cut the Lord's Prayer down to a one-line squib.

You know, "Now I lay me down to sleep."

I like you.

Oh, yeah?

Come on. Give a little girl a hand.

Sure.

Just for that, lady, I'll see you to your limousine.

- Tally? - Ho.

- Live far? - Unh-unh.

- Boarding? - No.

Gee, I'd hate to have to get a story out of you.

Say, you must come up sometime and try my cooking.

I will.

- I love homemade cooking. - Yeah?

Say, do you know what your next assignment's going to be?

No, but, gee, I'd like to get a chance at some real news once.

Oh, you'll get along.

All cubs have to start out the same way.

Yeah.

You know a story I'd like to see written?

No, what?

"Society girl turns reporter."

Well, I'm afraid that's one story that never will be wrote.

Yeah?

Said she stepping grandly upon the omnibus.

Thanks for the buggy ride.

Hey, what do you think this is, a sightseeing bus?

Roddy?

- Hello, kid. - Hello.

- How's the little newshound? - Well...

Hey, Bon, what's become of my blue-polka-dot tie?

Blue polka dot.

Oh, you mean the one with the lifesavers on it?

Yeah, the nautical number.

I'll get it.

Here you are.

- Oh, that's great. - Look at it.

It's all mended with my little thread and needle.

Fine.

How's that for a mark of devotion?

You're all there, honey.

I appreciate you, even if The Star doesn't.

- Oh, guess what. - What?

I was graduated to the poultry show today.

- Yeah? That's fine. - Mm-hmm.

You know, I used to think that Plymouth Rock

was a place where the Pilgrims landed.

- We all learn. - Yeah, we do.

Oh, Roddy, coffee with your dinner tonight?

Don't cook anything for me tonight, sis.

I've got to see a man on business.

Gee, any prospects of a job?

All the earmarks of a paid proposition.

Oh, Roddy! Gee, I'm glad.

Honey, you don't know the thrill

of trying to make good on your own.

Not just trading on your name

and running around to parties all the time.

Suited me alright.

And I'll have you out of this dump pretty soon,

running with the old crowd where you belong.

You know, Roddy,

I'm not so sure that I'd like to run around

with the old crowd again.

Why?

I used to think anything I did was alright.

I was Bonnie Jordan in society.

Society.

What is it but a lot of people

who are for you when you're on the up-and-up and...

what would one of them do for you

when it came to a showdown?

Nothing, except grab your pet belongings at an auction.

The gang have sort of let us down since we lost out.

Oh, I'm not fooled about why we were in society.

It was because father had a lot of money.

But was that any credit to us? We didn't make it.

You know, it isn't who you are, Roddy.

It's what you are that counts.

You're willing to sign that article?

"By Bonnie Jordan."

What's the new job?

Mmm, selling.

- Selling what? - Well, stock.

Uh, in a big industrial concern.

Well, I've got to be there, sis. It's getting late.

- Good bye. - Good bye.

- Good luck. - Thanks.

Step on it, kid. We're late already.

Now, when you get upstairs, remember, no talking.

The boss hates a guy that shoots his mouth off.

You answer questions.

"Yes, sir. No, sir." Get me?

Yes.

And don't forget the "sir."

- No, sir. - Right.

- Hello, Wally. - Hello, Del.

Who's your friend?

Oh, this is Mr. Jordan. He's a great little guy.

He looks like a nice kid.

Hello, Jake. Here we are.

This is the kid I was telling you about.

Your name's Jordan?

Yes. Uh, yes, sir.

Wally says you've got a wide acquaintance in this town.

I know everybody of any... Yes, sir, I have.

- Do you talk much? - Not when it's inconvenient.

- Drink? - A little.

- Blab when you're soused? - No. Pass out.

How long have you known him?

Ever since I've been working the north side.

He's an old customer of mine down on his luck.

His father lost his pile in the crash and kicked the bucket.

Now, listen, this kid knows all the big shots in town.

All the heavy drinkers.

And he can put enough business in our way

to make himself a lot of dough.

To say nothing of the 700 I owe you, Wally --

which of course he's never mentioned.

A lot of those blue bloods are buying from Ollansky now.

If you can get 'em to switch to Wally

we'll write the 700 off the books.

Sure I can.

Uh, Wally says all I have to do --

Yeah. Sit down.

Yes, sir.

Now, listen, kid. Money talks.

But, remember, in this business

it's the only thing that talks.

Now, we don't make a practice of going outside the gang

to sell a little red eye.

But I'm laying for this guy Ollansky.

And I'll do anything to cut in on his trade.

Well, I -- I...

If we take you on

there's certain rules of the game you've got to learn.

Keeping your mouth shut's one of them -- the first one.

No matter what happens, don't talk.

Yes, sir.

Hello, Wes? This is Rod Jordan speaking.

I've got bright news for you, Wes.

You need any liquid refreshment up at your house?

I find I can spare a little from my own private stock

just to a few close friends.

Well, not too close.

Sure. Absolutely okay.

I've had it analyzed.

Okay, Wes. Two cases. F-O-B your house.

Alright, Wes. So long.

That's the way to hook 'em, kid.

Only take a poke at Ollansky every now and then.

I wish I knew of some legitimate business that was this easy.

What? This is a legitimate business.

Only, we make our own laws.

We don't let any small-town senator make them for us.

That's the only difference.

I never thought I'd come to bootlegging for a living.

What's the matter with bootlegging?

What's the difference whether you buy or sell?

You're equally as guilty in the eyes of the law.

Only, here you make the dough instead of spending it.

That's where you're wise.

Yeah. Say, how do you spell Schneider?

S-H, S-C-H, or S-N-I?

Battle that out for yourself. I've got a call to make.

Don't forget what I told you about Ollansky.

He's selling poison.

Okay. Goodbye.

So long.

Come in.

- Hello, Bob. - Hello, Rod.

I was going to call you. You're looking fine.

Yeah? Well, I don't feel it.

Got a touch of jaundice or something.

Spring fever. I don't know what.

Have a drink.

No, no, thanks. Not for me.

Gee, I wanted you to try this. It's great stuff.

Say, what's become of Bonnie?

I know you two don't go out much,

but why doesn't she let me hear from her?

What's she doing with herself?

Well, you know us "woiking goils."

Oh, Bonnie? Working?

Yep. Bonnie's got a job.

Doing what? Where?

She doesn't want anyone to know.

Oh, Rod.

I want to see Bonnie. I've missed her.

Everywhere I go, the party's dead.

I don't believe I'd look her up if I were you.

Just between ourselves, Bonnie is sort of off the bunch.

- Well, why? - I don't know.

She thinks they rather let her down.

Bonnie's got a lot of pride, you know?

Oh.

Well, if you won't tell me where she is

I'll find out some other way.

Oh, tell her I was asking about her, will you?

Sure. But what's your hurry?

I have a little favor I was just about to do for you.

- Me? - Yeah.

Say, how's your liquor holding out?

I find I can spare a little of my own private stock

just to accommodate a few close friends.

Well...

Who you been buying from? Ollansky?

Lay off that guy. He's selling poison.

Baxter's the only one to buy from.

His stuff's not cut. You ought to try it.

If you're sure you can spare a little.

I can use a dozen quarts of Scotch.

Fine. I'll have Wally call you up.

Alright, fine.

You'll come again, won't you, Bob?

I'm living alone here at the club,

and I'll be glad to see you anytime.

Sure, I'll be around.

- So long, Bob. - Bye.

Just to a few close friends, Schneider.

Well, not too close.

Sure, absolutely okay.

I've had it analyzed.

- Bert... - Boy?

Yeah?

How many L's in "parallel"?

Six or seven.

You should get yourself a headache.

That's what those dumb eggs on the copydesk are for.

What the "ell"?

Oh, stop.

What have they pinned on you now, sister?

Oh, gang stuff.

Holy gee.

So, you're doing the racket, too.

Woman, I takes off me hat to ya.

- Where is it? - There it is.

The crack still goes.

Where's the other 12 pages?

All boiled down to one.

You wouldn't kid me, would you, mister?

I would if I could, lady.

Parker talking. Make it snappy.

That right?

Seven shot down in a garage, eh?

Good stuff! Hold the line.

Hey, Tom, Smith, Scranton, Curtis!

Just a minute.

Hudson's on the wire. Hot gang-war story.

- Go get it, Curtis. - Okay.

Curtis is on the way.

Tom, get over to that garage and get some pictures.

Smith, get everything we have in our morgue

on the Ollansky gang.

Dig up all the pictures you can find.

Scranton, greatest gang-war story in months.

Seven of the Ollansky gang lined up against the wall in a garage

and mowed down with machine guns.

Nice work, eh?

Sounds like some of Luva's work.

You know, Ollansky's been cutting in

on his pet territory lately.

Breeze down on the street and see what you can pick up.

- This ought to be hot stuff. - Alright.

I'll take a run down to his joint.

I'll nose around a little bit.

You know, I'm getting to be quite a schnozzler.

Can I do something?

You'll have to cover the morgue for me, Miss Jordan.

Some of the dead men's wives and sweeties

may drop in to see the mangled remains.

- The morgue? - I mean the real morgue.

Yeah, I heard you.

Parker talking. Make it snappy.

Clinton talking.

Statement from the chief on the Ollansky slaughter.

Quote, "This wholesale, cold-blooded murder

of seven of the Ollansky gang

is undoubtedly the work of rival gangsters."

Yeah, ain't that smart?

Quote, "We have a definite suspicion

as to the guilty party and arrests..."

Huh?

Well, who says we've got to be original?

What?!

Well, the same to you.

And then we lined 'em up, face against a wall.

Nobody says nothin'.

And one of the guys, Wilkinson, calls out,

"For jeez sake, give us a break, will ya?"

Whitey here says, "Yeah. We'll give you a break."

And we turns on the hose,

and they go down like a row of ducks in a shooting gallery.

Clean getaway?

Clean as a snowbird.

Except one of these nibs over there took sick at the wheel

and I had to change places and drive.

Sick, eh? What did you go along for?

I didn't know what it was.

I thought we were just going on a hijacking.

I didn't know there was going to be... gunplay.

I was driving, and Whitey said

"Turn into this garage, and keep the motor running."

I sat at the wheel and saw the whole thing.

I didn't realize what was happening till it was all over.

Then I got sick.

I couldn't help it.

I'll be alright now. I'll be alright.

All I need is a couple of drinks.

That's all I need.

Just a little something in my stomach.

It's a great joint, ain't it?

Sure, great.

Hey, do you know Luva?

What's it to ya?

Oh, nothing.

I was just wondering.

I'm Eddie Burke. Outside man for Luva.

Oh.

You're new to this racket.

- I ain't seen you before. - Who said I was?

Oh, boy, wasn't that a hot session

down at that garage this evening?

Shh.

There's no dicks in the joint.

If there was, I'd tip you off.

I was lookout man across the street

and I heard the spray.

You know, the people on the street

didn't seem to pay any attention to it.

They thought it was a motorcycle just starting up.

But I knew what it was.

When the car came out, I beat it.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

What part of the job did you handle, kid?

I was driving.

Oh.

You were going so fast I couldn't recognize you.

But I thought I saw Whitey Lucas.

Who else was along?

- I'll be right back. - Okay, kid.

- What do I owe ya, Oscar? - One dollar.

- Okay. See ya later. - Yes, sir.

Hello, newshound. How's it coming?

Hello, Whitey. How's the racket?

- Fine, how's yours? - Oh, same old grind.

Say, I got a great story tonight, though.

Somebody shot up that Ollansky gang.

Oh, yeah. I heard about it.

- Yeah. - Have a drink.

No, I got to get back to the office.

Wait a minute. What's your hurry?

I think you better have one.

Well, okay, but just one.

- Same thing. - Yeah. Make it two.

What I said didn't mean anything.

He didn't notice.

I didn't mean to do anything wrong.

- I didn't know. - Talk, will ya?

What did I tell you about that?

I didn't know who he was, I tell you.

He said he was Eddie Burke, your outside man.

He said he was in the street by the garage.

You...

Scranton still there?

He's at the bar with Whitey.

I know that guy.

He'll go straight to his paper with the story

and send it to the cops.

If he gets to his office, it's a blow off.

That's easy. He don't get to his office.

We can't let him have it here, and he's too wise to frame.

He'll walk to the subway at the corner, and...

And you'll meet him there, Jordan.

- Me? - Yes, you.

- W-What for? - Slim, give the kid your rod.

No. No!

I'm not... I can't.

Take that gun!

Now, listen close, because I don't repeat myself.

You got us into this jam, and you're going to get us out.

You're going to meet this bird at the subway entrance

and you're going to let him have it.

I can't. I can't!

You guys scatter along the block.

Slim, you and Emilio take Jordan in the car

and stall near the subway.

If Jordan lets Scranton take one step down that subway entrance,

give them both the works.

Get me?

- Alright, boss. - Okay.

You understand this deal, don't you?

Listen, I --

Slim will be ready at the wheel.

When you give Scranton the works,

jump in the car, and you're off.

It's murder. It's murder!

If you don't come through, there will be a double murder.

Oh, I can't, I tell you. I can't!

Stand on your feet.

Now get going.

Well, I got to blow. See you later, Whitey.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Have just another little one.

I'll finish this one.

Sure you won't have any more, huh?

I'm late now. I got to be stepping.

So long, Bert. See you some more.

So long, Whitey.

- Hello, Scranton. - Hiya, Lefty.

- Howdy, boy. - Okay by me, kid.

Hiya, Bert.

Hi, Scranton.

Hello, kid. Hi, Jack.

Swell night for a walk, huh, Bert?

Yeah.

Hi, newshound.

Hiya, Wally. How's everything?

- Okay. - Same here.

Why, hello, kid.

He's killed! He's shot! Somebody shot him!

Boy?

You're holding three of Luva's men?

Who are they?

Wally Baxter.

What's that? Righty?

Oh, Whitey.

Who's the other one?

The chief says they all claim they can furnish alibis.

Well, Blair's offering $25,000

for the capture of the man that fired the shot.

Now go to it.

The police are a big help.

It's up to us, boys. They haven't got a clue.

Of course, Jake Luva's back of this, but prove it.

Well, I'm willing to risk my neck

to run down the mucker that did the shooting.

I'd join the police force or anything.

But what's the use? We're too well known.

They'd spot us, the newspapermen, in a minute.

Yes, that's just the trouble.

Now, we've got to get Luva sometime,

and now's the time to do it.

I know! That Jordan girl.

- Bonnie Jordan? - Sure.

Nobody knows she's working on the paper.

And they'd never suspect a girl.

Go get her.

By George, I think I've hit on it.

Now, remember, we never saw this girl before, any of us.

- Get that? - Right.

You tip the others off and then go back to the police station.

Bring in anything you can, but make it snappy.

Come on, boys, let's get back to headquarters.

Okay.

- Hello, Bonnie. - Hello.

Sit down.

I've been hearing very complimentary things of you.

Thank you.

Miss Jordan, how's your nerve?

Haven't any. Why?

I want to find out who killed Bert Scranton.

And I'll do it if I have to break the paper.

You want to tackle it?

- I'm aching to. - Good.

Now, listen, we think Jake Luva's back of this.

Luva pulled the Ollansky killings. Must have.

Now, Bert was on the trail.

Possibly had a hot tip, and they knew it.

Now, if Luva's back of the Ollansky killing

then he's back of Scranton's murder.

- Logical, isn't it? - Of course.

Listen, you're not Bonnie Jordan. You never were.

You're Mary Smith, a tough girl from Missouri.

You never saw a newspaper.

You're a cheap mo" in the underworld.

You hang around nightclubs, especially Luva's.

You get to know him. You drink with him.

Use any weapon you've got.

Only, get to know this man and know him well.

Alright.

Nothing I wouldn't do to find out who killed Bert.

It's a dangerous game, Bonnie.

No child's play, you know.

I'm not afraid.

Then you find out who killed my best reporter.

And if you come in with the story...

...you can have the paper.

We'll give it to you.

I see where The Star's offering

40 grand for the capture of...

well, whoever killed their best reporter.

Yeah. Can you beat it?

As if there ain't enough reporters in the world already.

They offer any more for that young punk's skin,

I'll be tempted to turn him over.

Remember now, Jordan should stay away from this joint

?ll all this hullabaloo dies down.

- You hear me? - Yeah. I told him.

He's laying low like a scared rabbit.

He's afraid to show his face in the light.

Oh, uh, you sure none of the boys broke

when they grilled them at the station?

Certainly not. We're all out, ain't we?

All but Wally.

That will take a little fixing.

But I'll have him out tonight.

- Slide over, will you? - No. I'll scram.

I'll see you later.

- Hello, Della. - Hello, Whitey.

- Oh, is that an encore? - No, sit down.

That's my new cabaret number.

Your new number, huh?

Oh, so, that's what's become of Bonnie.

Oh, Sylvia!

Phew!

That will be all, Alice. You can go home now.

Slim.

- Buy Della a drink, will ya? - Why, sure.

Let go of my arm!

- Gee, you're a cute kid. - Yeah?

How'd the number go over tonight?

- Couldn't be better. - Good.

- You got me going, sister. - Can I depend on it?

In a big way.

You know, this is my joint.

You know, I feel terribly proud.

You should. You got a big hand.

I mean to be dancing with you.

Why, you're the owner of this nightclub.

Ah. I own more than this little joint, I hope.

You do?

You're going to have a little supper with me tonight.

Upstairs in my room.

We've got to get better acquainted.

I'd love it. I'll go and dress now.

- Okay. - Oh'

Who is it?

It's Bob. I want to see you.

What's the idea behind all this, Bonnie?

I don't see how that could possibly concern you.

Did you have to come to this?

Yes, I did.

Why didn't you let me know?

And what would you have done for me if I had?

- Well, I... - That's just what I thought.

Would you mind handing me that cloak over there, please?

What's the matter?

You've kissed me before, haven't you?

Yes, but that wasn't a permanent arrangement, was it?

Aren't you being clever?

And aren't you being vague, as usual?

Alright, if that's what you want

I'll set you up in a real establishment anytime you like.

You don't have to make your living off Jake Luva

dancing in his nightclub.

I can do much better for you than that.

Now, is that less vague?

That's very clear.

Now we understand each other.

I'm a cheap little dancer in a nightclub

and you thought you could have me on your own terms.

Well, you're mistaken.

I can still pick my own men, Mr. Townsend.

And right now, it's Jake Luva.

Bonnie...

You had your day, and what did I get out of it?

I offered to marry you.

And what a grand and condescending gesture that was.

You were willing to do the right thing.

What a perfect gentleman. And what a fool I was.

I loved you, Bob.

And I thought you loved me.

No, don't touch me. That's all over.

Nice of you to offer to be so generous,

but I must be going.

I have a heavy date tonight.

I'm hitting the pace now, and I like it.

There's your "Moonlight Sonata," only not as it was written.

I like it better.

Pretty, isn't it?

Like it?

I love it.

You know, it's hard to believe that a girl like you

ever came from Missouri.

Go on! Missouri's a famous state.

For what?

Lindbergh, Ozark Mountains, muddy rivers,

pretzels, mules --

And pretty girls.

How'd you happen to hit Chicago and this racket?

Well, you see, my father died and...

and a certain young man I was in love with

wasn't exactly the marrying kind.

I had to paddle for myself, so...

I paddled to Chicago.

You know, I liked you the minute you walked in my office.

I liked you when you said your name was Mary Smith.

Of course, I knew that wasn't your real name.

I took you for a clever little girl

that could pull one over when she wanted to.

Say, I've heard of Luva's nightclub even in St. Joe.

Believe me, you're well known.

I've read all about you.

In the papers.

Yes, I get my share of publicity

more than I care about.

Well, why don't you sue them?

They haven't got a thing on me.

No?

They seem to think they have,

the way they're playing up this Scranton case.

Yeah?

Well, they're barking up the wrong tree this time.

They got to climb to find the bird that pulled that job.

So don't you worry about me, Mary.

Like me?

What do you think?

Gonna be nice to me?

I'll answer.

Hello?

Is Mr. Luva there? I want to talk to him.

Oh.

What's the matter?

Oh. Somebody's terribly excited.

It startled me.

Yes?

I told you to stay where you are

until you heard from Baxter.

Alright, then do it.

What is it?

I just felt a little faint.

Would you mind telling me if that's some of your own?

You don't think I'd drink bootleg, do you?

Oh, I need some lipstick.

My makeup's all worn off.

You left your purse in there.

Thanks.

Roddy.

Roddy.

Who is it?

Roddy, let me in.

Well, sis, what are you doing here?

Well...

I had to see you. I-I hadn't seen you for days.

I told you I was working.

Yes, working.

Making a lot of money.

Sure. I've been doing fine.

Roddy.

Look at me.

You've never lied to me before in all your life.

What do you mean?

I mean that I was in Luva's apartment tonight

when you telephoned.

You?

Roddy, what was it?

What did you want to talk to him about?

I-I just wanted a little something to drink, that's all.

Oh, Roddy, why do you lie to me?

Well, what were you doing in Luva's apartment?

I've been dancing in his nightclub,

working for the paper.

Trying to find out who --

who killed Bert Scranton.

Roddy. Roddy, why did you do it?

- Why did you do it? - I had to.

They trained their guns on me, Bonnie.

I talked. Scranton had the goods on us.

Oh, I wish I'd died first.

I can't sleep. I'm going crazy.

All night long, I keep seeing that man's face

the way he smiled and spoke to me before I...

Oh, Bonnie. don't look at me that way.

Don't, Bonnie!

Where are you going?

What does it matter now?

You're not going to give me up, Bon.

Bon, you wouldn't.

Listen, Bon, don't give me up.

I didn't mean to do it. You mustn't let them take me.

I can't stand it. I can't go to jail.

They'll hang me. I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

Don't be afraid, Roddy.

You'll be alright.

We'll think of something.

Sure. Sure.

We'll think of something.

Take it easy now, and don't make a sound.

Thought you'd get away with it, didn't you, Miss Jordan?

Yes. How do, Miss Jordan?

Too bad I happened to be driving into that alley

when you slid off of that fire escape.

Yeah, just too bad.

Fond of adventure, aren't you, Miss Jordan?

A clever little girl

who could put one over when she tried.

Almost.

You've read about me in the papers.

Write for 'em, too, don't you?

- Yes, I do. - Not anymore you don't.

We're gonna take you for a pleasant little ride.

And that brother of yours who also likes to yap so well.

He's gonna get his too.

You've made a murderer out of him.

Aren't you satisfied?

Get going, Wally.

Wait for me. I won't be a minute.

You're gonna walk out of this room and get in my car.

If you turn your head or try to speak to anybody,

well, you know what you're walking with.

- Brave, aren't you? - Yeah.

It's the kid.

Bonnie? Bonnie?

Bonnie?

- Stick 'em up! - What's the idea?

Couple of newspaper framers, eh?

We haven't been doing anything.

And you won't.

Thought you'd take it on the run, eh?

Trying to slip out of town, I guess.

Now, look here, Jake --

There's nothing you can say that I want to hear.

Now, listen, Jordan, head for that door.

Keep your arms down and walk straight ahead

with that sister of yours.

Get him, Rod! Get him!

Roddy.

Roddy.

Roddy, darling, listen.

Roddy.

Roddy.

Roddy.

Roddy, speak to me.

Roddy, look at me.

Look at me, Roddy.

It's alright now, Bonnie.

Roddy.

No, no.

Roddy, no.

Roddy!

Roddy!

Oh, Roddy, don't leave me.

Please don't leave me.

Come on, you'll have to clear out of here.

Come on, get back! Back up! Come on! Back up.

- Get the coroner. - Alright, I will.

Luva.

By golly, they got him.

Who are you?

Do you know this boy?

Yes.

Don't touch that gun. Don't touch anything.

Yes, sir.

Hey, what are you doing?

You know.

Area 400.

Parker talking. Make it snappy.

This is Bonnie Jordan speaking.

I-I found out who...

...killed Bert Scranton.

It was Rodney Jordan, my brother.

What's that? Your brother?!

Wait a minute. Come on, boys.

We got the Scranton-Luva murder story.

Just a minute, Jordan. Take this down, boys.

Alright. Give me some more. Make it snappy now.

I got a job in Luva's nightclub as a dancer.

While I was in his apartment tonight,

the phone rang, and I answered it.

And...

And it was my brother.

Hey! Special gangland killing!

High-society boy gangland killing, extry!

Hey! Bert Scranton's murderer found, extry!

Hey! Extry, extry!

Hey! Special gangland killing, extry!

High-society boy in gangland...

Bonnie, I don't see why you should leave us.

There's no disgrace attached to you, you know.

It isn't that.

But I just feel like I want to get away from everything.

I kind of hate to see you leave that desk of yours.

You did a mighty fine thing

in spilling that story to the paper.

We know that you didn't have to do it.

You know, I meant every word I said

in this little yarn I wrote about you.

It's the first time I've banged out a story since

well, since I used to leg it around for news myself.

You've all been awfully kind to me.

We've been great friends, and I...

Goodbye, Mr. Parker.

Goodbye. And good luck.

Goodbye, Mr. Blair.

Goodbye, Bonnie. Let's hear from you.

You know, we really feel as if you belong to us.

Thank you.

- Goodbye, Bonnie. - Goodbye.

Good bye.

Bonnie.

I've been here a dozen times asking for you.

Can't I talk to you a minute?

Let me walk home with you.

I'm not going home.

I'm, uh -- I'm going away.

Then I'm going with you.

I am, Bonnie, no matter what you have to say about it.

Won't you let me help you forget everything?

That's all I've been doing.

Trying to forget the way I've acted toward you.

I love you, Bonnie. I've always loved you.

I know that now.

I want you to marry me.

Kiss me, Bob.

Hey, cut that down to 50 words, will ya?

And make it snappy!

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