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Fellas, the business is picking up again. You betcha. If the judge goes to

show you we got a new president in the White House, that guy is going to save

the country.

Yeah, five years from now they'll be picking on him, too.

Oh, what's the matter? You just wait and see.

kid, it's about time you got here.

Hey, come on.

Come on.

Oh, they

won't hurt you. They're just like a couple of kittens.

Hey, tough guy, play off and save me a mouthful, will you?

Hey, are they having a fight on organs? Yes.

Please call your dogs off, will you? Oh, if they bother you, slap them in the

puss.

And 40 bucks worth, too.

Hey, kid, come on over and sit down, kid, and I'll get a tip for you. Okay,

that's the boy.

Oh, I'm sorry. I put you on the hot spot by mistake.

Well, it kind of burns.

What are you squawking about?

I only give you a couple of hundred volts.

Here, here's something for your trouble. Ten bucks?

Look, it wants to come back to me. Well, I'll give you a good one.

What's the matter?

Half a ten is five, ain't it?

Ain't you satisfied?

What am I going to do with this?

What are you going to do? Is that gratitude?

Beat it.

Yes, sir.

Oh, you're too slow, kid. Go on and get it.

Is that all right?

Hiya, Pearl.

Hiya, Bull.

Hiya, boy. Hiya, Pearl.

You in comfort?

No, I'm just chewing the fat with these mugs here.

Oh, baby, you look swell. What's the idea of the new secretary?

Now, listen, honey. Look, she's nothing to me.

She's Mike's gal. He wanted me to get her a job, didn't you, Mike?

Yeah. Better be careful, Mike. That's how you lost me.

Oh, baby, look. I got your corsage for you. Oh, but, Bull, that's too big.

Well, wear it as a neck piece, then. When I spend 40 bucks for orchids, I

want people to see them.

Is that a nice daisy?

That's no daisy. That's a carnation. Okay, carnation. But it smells sweet.

Look, honey. Look.

Get a whiff of that.

Oh, it was a sample of some new face powder I bought you, honey. Look,

there's a box.

Oh, don't get sore, baby. Look, I want to show you something. Come on. What's

this, another gag?

No, this is extra special. Look, I had this made in order just for you, dearie.

Look, now look.

How's that?

Is that supposed to be you?

Certainly that's me.

I paid a hundred bucks for that frame.

What'd you pay for the picture?

I ain't paid him nothing yet, but if you don't like it, I'll make that guy eat

it. Now, there. Ain't that a spitting image of me?

Isn't that all right?

Why, you.

Oh, honey, you're marvelous.

What are you guys hanging around here for? Don't you know you got work to do?

Okay, Paul, we'll fix that guy.

Come on, baby.

You and me will take the day off. Where are we going?

We'll go up to the Bronx Zoo and see them new gorillas.

Here's the orchard.

Come on.

Lying up here, Cap?

Why not? I made a deal for this point.

Okay, Cap. We're coming aboard. It's our business.

We're representing the Waterfront Protective Association, Cap. What about

it? The wharf charge is ten bucks for every tire.

The wharf charge is one dollar payable to the city.

They would be if you was a member of our association.

You ain't.

You're new here, Cap.

You got a nice new boat.

Is she yours?

Every stick in her, free and clear.

It'd be too bad if she got wrecked just when you're starting to do business.

Wrecked? I've seen them wrecked right here at the dock. Our association

protects you from them things for 10% of your gross business.

You've never seen it. Your association is run by Bull Bransom, a no-good

chiseling grafter.

I know how to protect my own ship, and I'm starting right now. Get back on that

dock. So you're going to get tapped, huh?

There you are.

Come on, I'll give you this one.

Here, another one for you.

Hello, Steve.

Well, Bull, you made Mohammed come to the mountain. Yeah, I matched them guys

right here in this office.

Who are you betting on? I don't get you.

I'm talking about the wrestling match between Sid Mohammed and Man Mountain O

'Brien. That's what you meant, isn't it? Not exactly.

Tell me, Bull, why wouldn't you come to my office when I sent for you?

I'm through being sent for, Steve.

From now on, I do the sending.

And besides, I knew what you wanted.

Merely to warn you to lay off this waterfront racket during the election

campaign? You've been getting plenty out of it.

Yeah, and so have you.

But it's not wise to play the whole hog at a time like this.

Just the same, I ain't taking any orders from you, Steve.

Even if you are the big boss behind the city administration.

Feeling your ropes, aren't you, fool?

Yeah.

Feeling them and eating them, too.

Until I get...

All I want.

Have you read this?

Hey! What do you mean, give me the hard front? Get off of that thing now. I'm

sorry, Bull. What do you think of that?

Have you read this extra?

No. What's it about?

This is the result of the blowing up of that fishing tug last night. Oh, the

captain was a new guy and he wouldn't come across.

Business is business, you know. Yes, but listen to this.

The greatest city in America is on its knees before a handful of ex-convicts,

ex-petty thieves, and ex-murderers. What does he mean by that ex stuff?

Quiet, Bull.

Businessmen are slugged and crippled. If they seek to complain, they find that

the racketeers who attack them are allied with political leaders.

Let me see that.

The way the guy went and put my name in there. Well, that was bound to happen.

The Waterfront Protective Association.

Oh, why should I strain myself? Here, you'll read it for me, Steve.

The Waterfront Protective Association is a dummy organization. A false front uses

a camouflage for the extortion racket.

The precious scheme was hatched in the cunning mind of a beetle-browed gorilla

known as the Bull. That's me.

Who wears $30 silk shirts, $100 suits, and smells like a Madame Pompadour. What

do you mean by that crack?

He means that perfume you use.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, but who's this Madame Pompadour?

She was the sweetheart of a king of France, Louis Cairns.

Oh, I knew Louis Cairns, but I didn't know that Cairns guy.

The Bull was raised on the waterfront.

Worked as a fish handler in the business on which he has now fastened himself

like an ugly parasite.

What's he mean by that parasite stuff?

I was born right here in Jersey.

Captain Peterson's statement definitely accuses you and your mob of blowing up

his boat. If the captain dies, he... He will if he don't clam up. And so will

the guy that wrote that piece.

You can't gag newspapers with killings. No?

Well, then you better gag this and yourself.

Have you ever heard of the freedom of the press?

Have you ever heard of the waterfront boat?

I'm afraid I did. You needed and I delivered right on the line.

And there's something else I delivered, too, that wouldn't look so good in the

papers. Something that would send you and a lot of other political jiff

artists up the river.

Now, if you don't want that to happen, do something right now.

Keep your shirt on, Bull.

Get me Oxford 1931.

Who are you calling there? The owner of the Star Sentinel.

Luckily, he isn't a newspaper man. He's a real estate operator.

All right, put him on. That's all, mister.

Hello, Steve. How are you? I'm fine.

Oh, Dave.

We don't like that article that appeared in the Star Sentinel this morning.

Racket-ridden Manhattan.

You're stepping on too many toes.

It's a reflection on the administration.

I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about it, Steve.

That's too bad.

Well, forget I mentioned it then, will you? Tell her I got it.

By the way...

I hear you're going to tear down the old Star Sentinel building and put up a new

one. A new building?

What are you talking about?

A friend of mine down in the building department told me yesterday they're

going to condemn that old fire trap, and he meant condemn.

Of course, if I can help you in any way... Tell him we want him to can the

guy that wrote that piece about me. That's going too far.

You heard me. I want him fired.

Okay, Dave. I thought you'd see it our way.

Oh, one thing more.

The reporter who wrote that article... I believe his name was Tim Hayden.

Hair it up, Tim. It's in the can.

What do you mean?

Finley just called me and told me to stop it. Well, but I'm working on my

second installment. The series is off. They don't want the truth in this man's

town. What about the slogan on the front page? The voice of the people. Doesn't

that mean anything?

The voice of the people's all choked up. Then we'll give it a gargle. If Finley

doesn't know on the paper, I'll go to Reynolds. Finley gets his orders from

Reynolds. Reynolds got his from the man higher up. I won't stand for it, see? I

was proud of my job on the Star Sentinel.

I was proud of me working on what I thought was the greatest sheet in the

greatest town in the world. But when that sheet becomes a paper towel to wipe

the dirty mitts of political grafters, I'm through.

It's too late, Tim. The beach is the punch. You're fired.

Fired? And what Finley doesn't know is that when you walk out of here, I go

with you.

Oh, Chief, you wouldn't quit on the count of me. What makes you think I

wouldn't? The Creed chain wants me as managing editor of the Times Dispatch. I

turned them down because of a sense of loyalty.

But I found that loyalty to a setup like this doesn't pay.

Pack up your tools, boy. We're on our way.

Yes, doctor.

You can, if you're a nice girl.

I want to see Captain Peterson.

It's past the visiting hours.

I know, but this is something special.

Did you get a pass from the main desk?

Well, the lady downstairs wouldn't give me one, but I'm from the Times Dispatch,

and the captain happens to be a very good friend of mine. I'm sorry. I can do

nothing for you.

Oh, Miss Walsh, Dr. Edwards called in. He wants you to call him right back and

give him a full report on 217's condition.

All right.

Pardon me, but isn't Captain Peterson in 217?

Yes. You going there now?

Well, I... Well, good. I'll come along.

Let me carry that. Thank you. That is necessary.

I thought I told you you couldn't go in the captain's room. Are you sure that

tray isn't too heavy for you?

Quite sure. Haven't I met you someplace?

I don't think so. I've been in a lot of hospitals, not as a customer, but I get

around a great deal. Your face is very familiar. No one's seen, never

forgotten. My name is Tim Hagen, in case you're interested. Well, I'm not. Well,

don't give up. You will be.

Hiya, Terry.

Hello, Tim. Now, wait a minute. Where do you think you're going? See Captain

Peterson. Oh, no.

I got orders to keep out all suspicious characters, like mobsters and reporters.

Now, look, I took the captain's first statement, and he promised me an

interview for my paper. What paper?

Only this morning I heard you were fired from the Star Sentinel. I quit. I got a

new job on the Times Dispatch. Well, you can't go in there now. The assistant DA

has taken the captain's testimony. I should be in on it. I'll leave it to

you, nurse. Not so loud, please.

If you tell Captain Peterson that Tim Hayden of the Times Dispatch is here...

Oh, so you're a reporter. That's right. You see, copper, intelligence always

wins. After you, my dear.

No reporters permit to see the patient. Those are orders.

Look, you can go in with me.

While I interview the patient, you can hold his hand. You can even hold my

hand. You'll get your name in the papers.

A lovely nurse, like a smiling Madonna in a cap and gown.

Nothing doing.

Meet my sister, Sonny Walsh.

Your sister?

Why didn't you say so?

Well, I don't think... Are you going to be on duty here all night? Yes, sir.

We'll see that the patient isn't disturbed by anyone.

Pardon me, I'm from the Times Dispatch.

Particularly newspaper men.

That's fine. I'll hold you responsible, officer. What are they trying to do,

muzzle the poor guy?

You heard what the DA said.

Now, will you leave quietly? I will not.

I'll have to be thrown out. Let your sister do it. If you think I can't,

you're very much mistaken.

Come with me, please. With pleasure.

You're talking, ain't you?

Listen, pal, we found out about that nice little home you got out in

Freeport.

Now, wouldn't it be too bad if a cute little brown was heaving in through a

window while the folks were at supper?

Oh, you got a dumb operator.

Okay, and here's something for all the yapping you've been doing up to now.

Sonny, come here a minute.

You know, Bull, with all the write-ups you've been getting lately, you ought to

have a press department.

Don't bother me. I'm studying my ants.

Where'd you get those things anyway?

I bought them at the Eli Pet Shop.

You know something, Pearl?

Ants are just like people. They cut their rackets, too.

Look, here's a bunch of tough guys hijacking another bunch and taking their

eggs away from them.

There's a guy in there who looks just like Mike.

Tell the boss that Tim Hayden's here. He's in comfort. I know, but he sent for

this guy. Tell him we've rung him.

Yeah? Who?

Oh, they got him, huh?

Well, send the little ratty in.

Alone.

Say, that Hayden's outside.

You mean the guy that's been writing you in the papers?

Yeah. Say, I want to meet that guy.

Yes, and so do I.

Hi, Hayden. Glad to see you. I'm glad to see you.

Surprise, ain't you? Yeah, you're sweating off my feet. You're killing me.

Well, not yet, but I'll get around to it.

Introduce me, Bull. Oh, yes, this is Poyle. And Mrs. Branson?

Do I look that dumb?

Hey. The boy said you wanted to see me.

Yeah.

So you're the guy that's been telling the world about me. That's right. Every

great man must have his biographers. Look at Napoleon.

Yeah, but he wasn't in the fish business.

You also said in the papers that I was a beetle-browed gorilla.

What did you mean by that crack? Oh, I was just referring to your overhanging

brows and your piercing eyes. You know, you're the kind of a guy that becomes a

dictator. He called a turn on you. You're not in this.

You also made a crack that I wore $30 silk shirts and $100 suits.

Well, don't you? No, I don't. I never paid less than $200 for a suit, and I

can prove it. Isn't that right, Pearl?

Sure. That's the trouble with you newspaper guys.

You're always belittling.

I'm sorry. When I publish my articles on you in book form, I'll add an appendix

that'll do you justice.

Well, you can forget the appendix.

Mine's out.

Scram. What? You heard me. Take the air.

I'm pleased to have met you, Mr. Hayden. Never mind that. Beat it.

I've taken plenty from you, Hayden.

Every time I read a dirty crack about me in the papers, your name's on it. After

all, boy, you should know better than to beat up a cop. Why'd you do it?

I don't know nothing about that. Yeah, but Walt recognized you. He knows the

men who were with you.

What are you going to get out of it, smart guy, besides a nice cold slab in

the morgue? Why do you keep harping on it? Why does a terrier fight rats? It

must be because he hates the smell of them. Well, we're living under rat rule

right now.

You know, every meal we eat puts a dime in some racketeer's pocket and another

dime in some politician's tin box.

You know, what we need in this town is to have some two-fisted guy move in and

clean up, like Dewey cleaned up at Manila.

Maybe Dewey has a relation somewhere.

Maybe he has. Only I hope he shows up pretty soon before you and your brother

rats make this town unfit to live in. You got a statement to make about that,

Mr. Branson?

Yeah, I got one. But you'll never print it.

Look what you went and made me do, my aunt house.

What happened, Clark?

I busted me aunt's house. That's too bad, Bull. I'll be seeing you in court.

Get out of here. And you too, guys. Go on.

Oh, Mr.

Carter again.

How do you do?

Say, who's that guy?

Oh, that's that Hayden guy, reporter on the Times Dispatch. You didn't say

anything. Oh, don't worry. He didn't get nothing out of me.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you, Bull.

Well, ease it to me, gentle.

There's a warrant out for the arrest of you and your three muscle men for the

beating of that copper. So what?

Fix it.

I don't see that the case is heard in a magistrate's court. You'll be charged

with a misdemeanor. And you and your men will get off with a fine.

But you'll have to submit to the formality of an arrest.

That'll stop the beefs in the papers.

I want you to do this for me, Bo. It sounds like sticking my chin out.

Are you sure nothing will slip up?

Positive. Take my word for it.

Okay, anything to help out a pal.

That reminds me, Steve.

Sergeant Jim Fagan over in the third precinct, he's a pretty good guy, you

know. Let him have the honor of taking me in.

You know I never forget my friends.

Did you see any one of these defendants in that hospital room?

No. By the time I opened the door, they were gone.

I see.

Then you merely took it for granted that two of these defendants were in that

room. I took nothing for granted. I knew they were in there working on Captain

Peterson. But Captain Peterson, under questioning in this court, has failed to

identify any one of these defendants as having been in his hospital room that

night. They know how to stop a man from testifying in court.

Confine yourself to answering my questions.

Now, you said you heard the captain cry out.

Couldn't he have done that in his sleep?

Yes, but he couldn't have socked himself in the eye.

You said you rushed into the room and found the captain alone.

That's right.

Then you climbed down the fire escape and saw the defendants. Running away.

What did you do then? I pulled my gun out and ran after them. Didn't you

question them? I don't ask questions while I'm running.

Your Honor, this officer's testimony bears out my original contention.

My clients misunderstood this officer's action and turned to defend themselves.

That's all.

Maybe you're through, but I'm not.

Your Honor.

I'll ask you to take charge of this envelope.

I'm told it contained five $100 bills offered as a bribe to me to keep my

mouth shut during this trial.

A bribe?

Why didn't you speak of this before?

I was holding it back as my ace in the hole. I knew I'd need it before these

lawyers got through with me.

Who gave you this money?

A legman from the Empire Political Club.

Why didn't you hold him?

I knew he was only a messenger. He'd deny everything when he got to court.

But I can produce three witnesses.

Your Honor!

This story of an alleged attempted bribery is entirely irrelevant.

I'll decide that, Mr. Heffel.

I'll examine your witnesses in my chambers.

I protest that their testimony is not pertinent to this case.

My clients are not on trial for attempted bribery, but merely for

defending themselves against this officer's attack.

I'd like to have you take a look at the way they did it, Your Honor.

It may look like self-defense to you, but it felt like murder to me.

Quiet!

Any more pictures you've taken, I'll clear the court.

Is this the result of that beating you received?

Yes, Your Honor. This is what an officer gets for defending a man who hasn't got

the courage to stand up and tell the truth about it when they put him on the

witness stand.

Judge, I did lie about it.

But it wasn't because I had no courage.

I was afraid of what would happen to my wife and kids.

These two men came to the hospital that night and threatened to kill my family

if I didn't keep my mouth shut.

The other one was with them when they blew up my boat.

And all three of them take their orders from Bo Branson.

I'll render my decision when this session is resumed.

Court adjourned until 2 o'clock.

Looks bad, Bo.

If the magistrate sends this case downtown, it's going to be hard to

handle. You leave it to Steve. He'll see that it stays right here in his

courtroom. The worst we can get is a suspended sentence and a fine.

Here, have it. No, wait. Have one of these. And I'll be seeing you.

If the evidence presented in this case substantiated my own private

conclusions, I would remand these defendants for trial in a higher court.

As it is, my powers are limited.

It is my decision that you are guilty of assault and battery.

I sentence you to serve a term of six months to three years in the city

penitentiary. Where do you get that stuff?

The defendants are remanded to the custody of the commissioner of

correction.

How about a statement? Get out of here. Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute, boy.

I must have played the long horse. The cigars are on me.

Hey,

what's the idea of riding in this thing? We ain't going to the morgue. I got my

own car here.

Oh, let's get in.

Bull Branson, Mike Goss, Victor White, Dash Sutton.

Twelve in all. Want to see them? No, you put them through, Michaels. I'm busy.

Okay.

I wish they'd have sent the bull someplace else, Steve.

What are you fussing with there?

That?

That's the hybrid development of a giant dahlia.

Into the butte.

Get out of there.

I'll win a prize with that plant.

You ought to go in for horticulture altogether, Steve.

No, I'm going to hang on to this job until I get my retirement pension.

Too bad. Have you lost your job right now?

Yes, I did.

What's that?

That would mean losing the pension, too.

Well, there's no danger of me losing this job, is there? There are a lot of

good men waiting for appointments like yours.

You know, Stu the Bull isn't a bad guy.

No, he's a nice little knick-knack, if you like that type.

He's been working too hard lately, and I want this to be a vacation for him.

I want to keep him out of circulation until after the election.

I understand.

Give him a few privileges, something to occupy his mind. He won't ask much.

Play ball with me and you'll get that pension.

You can count on me, Steve.

The pension was raised in Cain, Warden. He won't let us mug him or pin him or

give him a bath.

And he absolutely refuses to wear a prison uniform.

Hmm. He's started already.

Now you leave it to me. I'll fix this. They can't do that. Say, what kind of a

deal is this?

Them lugs are trying to put me through like a common criminal. Oh, everybody

has to be mugged and printed. Now, you know that, Bull.

Yeah, I know, but I got a right to a little hospitality.

Didn't you have a talk with him, Steve?

Of course.

I'm afraid Branson's status is slightly different from that of the other

prisoners. And he don't mean slightly either. You never had a status like mine

in this camp.

No, not yet.

I'll look into this, Jameson. Yeah, Jameson, you go get my room ready. And

you help him, too.

Let me sit down here, Steve.

You got so many flowers on your desk, that guy ain't got any room for his

feet. Well, that's a double-petaled specimen of the De Ancus chiopopolis.

But it smells sweet. Look, Stu, get a whiff of that.

I'm familiar with it.

Smart guy. How do you like that?

How would you like to raise flowers while you're here, fool?

I don't like them kind of sports.

But I'll keep busy. This joint needs a lot of improvements.

It's over a hundred years old.

They hadn't ought to keep a can that long. It ain't sanitary, Steve.

Look, Stu, I got a little private business with Steve.

Step outside with it.

Do you realize this is my office and you're a prisoner in this institution?

Don't mind him, Stu. He's kidding, that's all.

Leave him alone with me for a minute and I'll set him straight.

Hey, Steve.

I want that double-crossing copper fired off the fort, see? I can't do that,

Bull. You've got to take it easy now. Your fish racket is washed up.

Washed up nothing.

I can take care of the association right here.

The association is dead and buried. Captain Peterson's testimony fixed that.

Oh, how I'd like to get my hands on that guy. Forget him. Take my advice and lay

low for a while. It's time you retired anyway.

Oh, no. I'm going to die in harness.

So long, Bull. Enjoy yourself.

So long, Steve.

That's the trouble with a guy like me. I got to keep busy. My brain never stops

working.

Hey, Stu.

How many guys you got in this camp?

Oh, about $1,700.

What's your weekly take?

What do you mean?

I mean, how much do you gross?

I do no grafting, if that's what you're talking about.

I get paid a salary. That's all I expect.

Hey, either you're kidding me or you ain't in your right mind.

Now, look, Stu, you got 1,700 guys in here. 1,700 guys that can't talk back,

and you ain't doing nothing about it. Don't you know it's a sin to waste good

dough like that?

It is?

Steve told me this can was run rotten. Now I know what he meant. Where do I

sleep? Where does he sleep?

The only accommodations vacant are in the old cell block.

Cell? You mean with locks on them? Of course.

Now, wait a minute. I didn't come in here to sleep behind locked doors.

You didn't? No. Well, uh...

Maybe we could put him in one of the dormitories.

Ah, never mind. Me and my boys will look the joint over and we'll pick out our

own place to sleep. Oh, now use a little discretion. We can't show you too much

favoritism. We'll have a riot here.

Oh, riots, huh?

Look, give me a little time and I'll build up a mob of my own. Then we can

protect you from riots.

Protection is my racket.

Come on, Screw, show me your arm.

I suppose we've got to stand for this.

You want to keep your job, don't you?

You bet.

So do I.

That's what I thought.

Here he comes. Is that the big shot? Yeah, it's the bull himself.

Hello,

Tommy. How are you?

Pretty well known, aren't you, Branson?

Yeah, I got my public.

Who done that?

Well, Bull, it sounds like you're being criticized.

Yeah, the bigger a guy gets, the more crickets he's got.

I suppose he thinks he's going to take over this joint, just like he took over

all the good rackets in town. The Bull is a tough guy to handle. He can be

taken. I knew him when.

Sure, but he used to run with the Bull's mob.

He was his number one torpedo.

And what did they get for it?

He dropped me overboard with a barrel of concrete for a basin suit.

Say, how'd you get out of a jam like that? It was building concrete.

Okayed by a city inspector.

This is the hospital.

It smells kind of funny in here. That's the disinfectant.

Oh, they all got it, huh?

That's not a disease. It's an antiseptic. Well, anyway, a guy can get

some air in here.

It ain't what we expected, but we'll take it. Have the things brought up. We

can't put you in the hospital, Branson, unless you're sick.

Well, I am sick. I got double ammonia. Yeah, we all got it.

Now, look, have all these other guys moved out of here and send up a couple

of trustees to clean up the joint. Move the patients?

Sure. You don't want him to get what we got, do you? What do you want to do,

start an epidermis? If we move the patients out of here, the warden will

hit the ceiling.

And he'll bounce right back again, too.

Now listen, I got a truckload of stuff coming over here to the island, and I

want it all brought right up here. What kind of things?

Old trunks and junk, and have an electrician come up and put in some

bright lights.

And tell him I want a private wire cut in on that switchboard to handle my

phone calls.

You know, just a few little pretty to see. Yeah, I see.

Yes, I thought you would.

What's the matter with this guy?

He's suffering from amnesia.

You ought to stay out of them joints.

Come on, Mike.

Was that a car stopping in front of the house, Terry?

Keep away from that window, Mom.

But why Terry?

I thought maybe it was Tim and Sonny coming home.

You know, Mom, I think we ought to give up this house and take an apartment.

I don't like the idea of leaving you and Sonny here alone when I go back to

pounding a feet.

You've no need to worry about us.

Poor Branson is locked up safe on that island.

And Terry, I'm not moving back to the heat and noise just for the likes of

him.

Hello, Mom. How time you two got home. Did you see a good picture?

Two of them. They made a terrific impression on Tim. Yeah, I'm still numb.

Sit down, Tim, and rest yourself.

I have the coffee on, and I'll give you some of that pie you had for dinner. I

could go for it, Mrs. Walsh, but I have an early assignment, and I've got to be

back in town.

I'll get it, Mom.

Who is it, Harry? Captain Peterson. That's right.

He's dead.

What's that?

It's got a clock in it.

Look out, Terry!

And a bomb was planted in the dead man's pocket. But luckily it was discovered

and hurled through a window in time to save the officer and his family from

destruction.

This attempt at a wholesale murder climaxed a series of outrages which

centered about the person of Terrence M. Walsh.

As the days go by and the police fail to make an arrest, We wonder who's to be

the next victim.

Perhaps Bull Branson, rusticating in his island retreat, can answer that

question. This is your racket reporter, Tim Hayden.

This broadcast comes to you from the Tower of the Times Dispatch. Highlights

of the news brought to you by our staff writers in person.

When that Hayden guy ain't writing upon me, he's gabbing about me on the air.

Will you have a hot towel today, Mr. Branson?

No, just finish me off with a dash of lilac.

Hello, Bull.

Hi, Steve.

You've certainly fixed up the hospital, all right. Yeah, this used to be

antiseptic, but I like it better this way. Will you get away?

Do you and the boys occupy all the space to yourselves?

Sure. We call it the politicians' flats. As fast as we find the right guys, we

increase the membership.

Too bad Peterson had to be knocked off right after he moved in here.

Yes, ain't it a shame? I've been hearing on the radio of how they delivered him

to the copper's house with a bomb in his pocket.

Some guy must have pulled that one for a laugh.

They're trying to tie it on you, Bull.

How could I do it when I'm locked up in this joint?

You could have ordered it done.

Steve, I didn't expect a crack like that from you.

Well, whoever did it expected Waltz and his family to be wiped out.

I've been told Waltz has permission to work on the case himself, and he's been

digging up evidence.

What evidence?

I don't know.

Perhaps he found something on the body.

Did he turn anything in yet?

I don't think so, but it looks bad.

Well, I'll be seeing you, Bull.

Yeah, drop in any time, Steve.

Hey, Mike.

Yeah.

You got to get to that copper.

How can we get to a guy like that?

Well, I'll find a way.

But this time I'll tend to the job myself.

Be back here before three. Sure.

And keep away from the hot spots if anybody should recognize you. Ah, poor

you. Nobody's going to see me. I mean my job.

Hey, listen, Pappy. With all I got on you, you're lucky you're not doing a bit

in here yourself.

Here, have a cigar.

I'll give you one of my favorites.

There you are. Good night, Narcy. And don't forget, keep a light in the

window.

That should have went off before now.

He'll be ringing in pretty soon at the corner of Broad and Market.

You'll know what to do.

Stay with the boat, Cash, and have it ready.

Come on, Mike.

Officer, I've just seen a couple of men jimming the back door in Dugan's Alley.

Number 19.

It's the back stairs entrance to the Waterfront Protective Association.

Well, I don't know anything about that, but it looked like burglary to me.

You go along with me. I got other business.

I said you go along with me.

Patrolman Walsh reporting from 371.

Oh, Sarge, I'm going to investigate a reported burglary at 19 Dugan's Alley.

Better send a patrol car.

This is the place.

Yeah.

Surprised to see me?

What are you doing off the island?

I'm keeping a date with you, copper. This is a payoff.

Stand up and reach, you dumb gorilla.

Might work, mate.

Better scram out of here. The copper's on the way.

They can have him.

Don't be too rough with the bike.

Come on, leave the windows open. We'll jump out the front way.

Any chance, Doctor?

We did all we could.

Did he say anything?

He was unconscious when we started the anesthetic.

He may have a conscious wound before the end.

Who did it, Terry?

Do you know?

Bull Branson and one of his men.

Ah, these investigations won't get us anywhere.

Why can't we print the facts? But Sonny's our only witness.

All right, play up her story. Start people talking.

Talk won't put the bull in the chair. He's safe as long as he's on the island.

Then I'm going to pull some sort of stunt to get sent to that island and do

a bit.

Tim, you're crazy.

He might get away with it. Now look, when we talk to the special prosecutor,

I want you two to kind of play up to me.

How do you do?

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.

My name is Ballinger.

The deputy county prosecutor in charge of homicides is personally conducting a

very important case.

So I've been appointed special prosecutor to handle this investigation.

All we want is a frank statement, Mr. Ballinger. What do you propose to do

about the killing of Terry Walsh? Well, I'm doing everything possible.

Of course, if we had more evidence... Since when has the testimony of a dying

man been insufficient?

Miss Walsh should have gotten a written statement from her brother.

There wasn't time for that.

Well, you're accusing a man who couldn't possibly have been present at the scene

of the crime. A man who's an inmate of a penitentiary. That's his alibi.

It's an airtight one, nevertheless.

Well, I have half a dozen affidavits from prison officials and guards who

were on duty. They swear that Branson was safely locked up all that night.

You don't seem very anxious to prosecute. Who are you trying to cover

up? Just a minute.

You can't talk that way to me. Why not?

You're an employee of the people, aren't you? Well, I'm one of the people. We

want this case laid before the prosecutor himself.

He's away. We can't reach him. Well, why can't the deputy in charge of homicide

handle it?

I've told you. I don't believe you even consulted them. They wouldn't quibble

about evidence in the murder case.

If they didn't think they had enough evidence, they'd go out and dig up the

facts and get a conviction.

Why don't you let Miss Walsh tell them her story? What proof can she offer that

her brother actually made that statement?

You mean you don't believe me?

I don't believe anything I can't take before a jury. Then take me before a

jury. I can convince them that Branson killed Terry.

Possibly you can, but you'll have to convince me first.

Maybe that'll convince you.

What's the matter with you, Tim? Have you gone crazy? He intimated that Sonny

lied. Arrest that man and book him on a charge of assault.

Mr. Ballinger, Tim didn't realize what he was doing. And it's time he learned

to control himself.

Mr. Blossom.

Hiya, 936.

Huh?

Who's that?

The guy next door, Benny Farman. Being you just moved in today, I thought it

might be kind of neighborly to call on you.

Sure, come on over.

Hey, how do you like your new home?

The bathroom's cute.

Yeah, I hope you don't yell nights.

I'll try not to. The last guy in there used to. He threw the wing ding

yesterday and they took him off to the fit house. How long you been here,

Benny? Oh, I'm a charter member.

And what are you doing in quarantine?

Punishment. Because I ain't got no dough to buy privileges.

Did you notice that chow we got at mess tonight?

They feed you garbage in that main mess hall.

The guys that eat with Bull Branson in the keeper's mess, they get all the good

chow. Why?

They cost that pay on the bull 50 or 75 bucks a week. They get a bed up in

politicians' flats and they eat like human beings.

The bull's got the same racket in here that he had on the waterfront.

Here comes one of his high-pressure men now.

I'm taking orders. You guys want to buy anything tonight? What do you got?

Cigarettes, cigars, tobacco, candy, chow, hooch, anything you want. Hey, how

do you expect me to sleep in here without a mattress or blankets?

They don't.

I'm sleeping in bunk springs myself.

When I get up in the morning, I look like a waffle.

You can rent you a pair of blankets for two bucks a week. Okay, bring us two

pairs of blankets, two packs of cigarettes, two sandwiches.

You know, the kind that don't smell.

Who's paying for all of this? It's on me.

Thanks, pal.

Okay. Hey, Benny.

Yeah? How well do you know the bull, huh? I used to be in his mob.

But I get so about him trying to knock me off.

I'm sensitive that way.

Washi, washi.

Got any washi?

Not tonight, Juan. Out of business.

Oh, very, very good. My brother, him gonna get arrested.

So he come help me. Good.

Washi, washi. Get your washi done.

The bull thinks of everything, doesn't he? Yeah.

He's even putting pin games in slot machines and all his cell blocks.

Got a couple orders for you guys.

Eight bucks, on the line. I've got the dough.

Divide the stuff.

Two blankets, a pack of cigarettes, a sandwich.

Hey, wait a minute.

What kind of bridge you got on this sandwich?

It's Russian rye with seeds in it. Yeah?

Well, one of the seeds is walking.

Maybe it needs the exercise.

Say, where are you taking me? Well, Branson wants to see you.

Why? I don't know. The order came through the warden's office. Who's

running this pen, the bull or the warden? You'll find out.

Hey, look, Rico.

They don't stop at 125 feet. Watch the gates. Get down, look.

Look,

guys.

What's this?

The hospital ward. Come on.

Hey,

dog, pay 350.

Get your beds down for the next race, boys. Good, clean fun, huh? Where's the

bar? They're having one put in.

Well, if it isn't Mr. Hayden. Yeah, and I want him back all in one piece.

You'll get him back, but I won't guarantee the number of pieces.

Here's that newspaper guy.

Yeah. Well, they whittled you down a bit, didn't they, pal?

Yeah. Well, when you put a guy in a prison uniform, he looks like 10,000

other guys.

And you kept right on ribbing me, too, huh?

Writing fancy pages about me and gabbing about me on the air. Well, you're news,

Bull.

I'm through with that newspaper game.

I gave them all I had.

I took all kinds of chances. What did I get for it?

You're going to get something, all right.

Only I ain't figured out yet what it is.

What happened between you and the DA?

We had an argument about a girl.

Yeah?

Well, your arguments are all over now.

See all them guys there?

That's my new mob.

They're all members of the Prisoners Mutual Protective Association.

And I'm the top man.

Now, when I say you eat in this joint, you eat.

And when I say you don't eat, you starve.

What are you laughing at? I got a hand of you, Bull. You're a wonderful

organizer. Kidding me, huh? No, I'm on the level. I'm one of your fans. I'd

like to play on your team.

Okay.

You can be the catcher. Now, look.

See what you can do with this.

And there's plenty more where that comes from. Take him back to quarantine.

Guy can take it, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, Rico.

Hey, order me another tray. Maybe we can have a couple of wrecks, huh?

You

were

here on behalf of your paper, Mr. Rodden?

Not exactly, Commissioner, but we suspect that Bull Branson was

responsible for the killing of Terry Walsh. Bull's doing time on the island.

Maybe he gets a night off now and then.

One of our staff writers, Tim Hayden, is doing a bit over there.

Off the record, he framed himself so he could get the lowdown on the Bull.

Yes? Well, where do I fit into this?

Well, if you're planning on making any changes on the island, I wish you would

hold off till our man gets the evidence he's after. Your office might find it

useful. We might at that.

I'll investigate the Hayden case and let you know my decision.

A guy in quarantine don't get out much, huh?

Nah. We get our exercise inside.

Hey, Benny.

I hear the bull's been seen in New York a couple of times since he's been put

over here.

With the drag that guy's got, he can get away with anything.

Yeah, but how can he get off the island?

The guard down in charge of the dock has been sporting a new car lately.

You mean he'd provide the bull with a boat?

Well, either that or he'd fix it so the bull's own boat could land here at night

and pick him up.

Wouldn't there be a night watchman mixed up in that? Sure, he gets his cut from

the guard.

Slick racket, huh?

Well, there's the bell for another elegant meal. Yep, a drop in gift water.

I've got a temporary assignment for you two guys today.

Yeah? Yeah, you're to wait on tables in the keeper's mess.

Wait on keepers? No, full Branson and his mob.

Come on.

Okay, okay, I'm coming.

Keep that here.

They can have anything we got.

Well, look, a couple of new waiters.

Well, here, take your snoot out of there.

It's your own fault for passing in front of their nose. Now give it to them and

get me a couple more.

You mean give these steaks to the dogs? Give this one to him and give him one

over here.

That's the boy you're going to take.

That's the boy you eat with me. There you are, boy. You're right.

That's bull.

Is that all right, boys?

Hey,

this one's going to get.

That ain't no fault of mine. We know who's fault it is. We're getting swill

like this because we can't pay the graft.

Yeah, what's a bull eating today?

I just see him feeding sirloin steaks to his dog.

Yeah, even his dogs get better, child, than we do. While we get slumbering even

fit with pigs.

Even again?

You want another stretch in the hole? Yeah, I'll take a stretch in the hole.

Don't forget Benny.

Oh, I won't forget either one of you. That was pretty close.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll get you two guys a job in the kitchen detail.

And then you can wait on me all the time.

That'll be your reward for saving my life.

Shake. Thanks.

Hey, you still counting those plates and cups you wiped since you've been down

here? I counted the 10,000 and I gave it up. Any guy can count the 10,000. He's a

genius.

You got any more dope for me on the boulevard?

Yeah, plenty.

Plenty. But I need most of the exact dates of the nights that he was off the

island. I got them.

Hey, listen.

I ain't no stool, see?

And if you bring the coppers in on it, I clam up. I got you. What do you think I

am, a sack?

Besides, if I spill what I know, they couldn't keep me alive long enough to

get me on the stand.

Well, clean up in here as quick as you can. There's an inspection coming off.

An inspection?

Yeah.

New Commissioner of Correction and the Deputy Commissioner are looking us over.

before the Civil War.

These cells on the main flat are used cheaply for solitary confinement.

You know, Warden, one night in a hole like that should be punishment enough

for any man. I hope you don't find it necessary to use those cells except for

punishment. Well, I do when we're overcrowded.

Now, uh, the men on the next tier there are new arrivals.

They're held in quarantine for 15 days.

Uh, pardon me, Warden.

So that's where the men wash up.

So I see.

Hey, guys.

The screw just told me that's the new commissioner of correction making an

inspection. Yeah?

What's his racket? Ain't gonna racket. That guy's on a level. He just came in

with the new administration.

He's gonna charge up all the jugs, see? Why don't he do something about this

stinking child we get in this can?

What are they yelling for? Sounds like it's about the food they get here.

Convicts are always kicking about something.

Making trouble is fun for them.

Where do you want to go now, Commissioner?

Why, I think I'll take a look at the hospital ward. Hospital?

Yes, of course.

Like this way.

You seem to have a full list of patients.

Yes, sir. Every bed is occupied.

Hey, you don't look so tough to me.

I don't see where we got to put on.

Are we supposed to be having pains or something?

No. Just act like you're in a coma.

Where's Branson?

In one of the beds along the west wall.

What's the matter with him?

A touch of flu.

Do you want to see him, Commissioner?

No, not now.

I'll see the kitchens next.

Yes, of course.

Okay, you guys, come on, get going. Get him going. Come on, you win that first

race. Put that radio up. Let's get those races.

A lot of smart guys trying to pull something, huh?

Y'all call that race? No, there's ten more.

And it's recklessly without a doubt.

Get your bets down on the next race, boys.

Nothing brought.

You shouldn't have come here, Sonny. I had to see you. I've been terribly

worried, Tim.

Besides, I have some news for you.

Looks like we got a full house today.

Yeah. With a visiting permit selling at ten bucks a crack, the bull ought to do

all right by himself.

What do you care? You're getting your cut.

Hey, we didn't give Hayden no promise for a visit to the day.

Who's that thing he's with?

A girl by the name of, uh, Walsh.

Sonny Walsh. Know her?

Yes, I've seen her once.

Of course.

Why weren't we told about this? I got my orders from the warden's office. That

don't make no difference. But she came here with a permit.

Signed by the Deputy Commissioner of Correction.

She did, eh?

We'll find out about that.

Ain't you getting up today?

What's the matter with you? It ain't noon yet.

Mike, do you want to hear a good joke? Let me tell you one.

Who do you think Tim Hayden just had for a visitor?

Who? Terry Walsh's sister.

No kidding. She got in with a special permit signed by the Deputy Commissioner

of Correction.

That's the dame that's trying to have you indicted for knocking off her

brother. Some dames ain't got no tact no more. What's the idea of her coming here

to see Hayden? He must be working with her.

Yeah, you can't trust nobody these days.

I guess that Hayden ought to be cool.

You can't cool a guy right here in a can.

I guess you're right. I got to think of something special, something fancy for

that guy.

I got it.

Tell the warden I want to see him. The warden? Yeah, go on, scream.

Yeah, I got to get this thing every Sunday I can see that.

What do you want now, Bull?

Hello, Stu. Sit down. I'll be with you in a minute.

Now, sit on the bed. It's more comfortable.

Yeah.

Hey, Stu, it wouldn't do you any good if a guy was to crash out of this joint,

would it?

No. Oh, now, Bull, don't. Now, please don't do anything like that. I'm not

talking about myself. I like it here or I wouldn't stay.

I mean another guy.

Somebody going to make a break?

Yeah, tonight.

Who is it?

Well, I couldn't find out who it is, but I know he's carrying a gun and he stole

a guard's uniform.

I know what to do about that.

I think.

He won't get far.

Thanks, Bull. Oh, forget it, Stu.

Some setup. Yeah. Now you go out and get me a guard's uniform.

A guard's uniform?

Yeah, you heard me. Go out and nail a guard's uniform.

Now my brain's working.

Men, I have information that a convict disguised in a guard's uniform will try

to escape tonight.

Station guards on the bridge elevators, others on the shoreline.

A man's armed and dangerous, so take no chances.

That's all.

Come on, man.

Well, I'm glad that's over. Boy, I could use a little shut-eye. Yeah, this has

been a tough day, Benny.

Hiya, Juan. How you feeling?

I'm very sick. Let me go see doctor again. Very sick. That's too bad. Say,

how good is this doctor?

I'll give you an idea how good he is.

He's been treating him for three months for yellow jaundice. And only yesterday

he found out he was a Chinaman.

Take a tip from me, Tim, and don't get sick in here.

Hey, you.

Beat it. Oh, me?

Yeah, you heard me. Beat it. Okay, okay.

Go on.

You don't have to get tough about it.

Hi, kid.

Hi. I hear you had a visitor today.

Yeah,

that's right.

A dame by the name of Walsh, wasn't it? Yeah, nice girl.

Friend of yours, huh?

Well, I've taken her out a few times. And you knew her brother there? Sure, I

knew a lot of coppers.

What's the tie-up between you two?

Well, you know how it is, boy. She's got a tender heart. She's worried about me

being in the jug. All dames are like that. Why, sure. See, you'll get steamed

up over nothing.

This guy wouldn't cross us. Why should I?

That's what I was telling Mike.

He saved my life, didn't he?

Oh, he did say I'd take care of you for that.

And I'm going to take care of you right now.

What do you mean?

Don't worry.

I got it all fixed, pal.

Come on.

Get into this.

A guard's uniform?

Yeah. The island's no place for a bright young fellow like you, so I'm helping

you to make a break. I see. An escaped convict fished out of the river in a

guard's uniform with a hole in his back, huh?

The guy's a card, isn't he? No kidding. On a level.

I'm only squaring my debt to you, that's all.

Yeah, damn.

You can swim, can't you? Pretty good. Well, that's good enough.

Come on, kid.

And keep that trap shut.

You

lay

low here till morning. Then what?

Then get to the warden and tell him what happened. He wouldn't believe me. He'd

throw me in solitary. Then I'd be a cinch for the both of them to go on

living. I've got to get off this island tonight.

They're watching the shoreline. You'll get a slug in your back. I'll risk that.

I'm good at ducking.

Commissioner, corrections office.

Just a moment, please.

Yes? Warden Granger on the island is calling you, Commissioner.

Put him on.

Max.

Hello?

Hello, Commissioner.

I'm sorry to report we lost a man off the island.

A dangerous convict. Yes, a dangerous convict. He escaped in a guard's

uniform, got into the river, and was swept away by the current.

We have men out looking for him in speedboats.

I haven't notified the city police yet. Well, don't notify them without

consulting me.

You say he escaped about an hour ago.

I don't like to begin my term in office with an escaped convict in the

headlines. Who was it?

Look, tell the commissioner that Tim Hayden is here, will you? Holy smoke,

just a moment.

Yes? Tim Hayden is here.

Go right in. Thanks.

Looking for an escaped convict, commissioner? Yes, come right in, Tim.

We just heard it was an exploit.

Why did you do it? Oh, it wasn't my own idea. The bull fixed that up for me. I

was all set to be shot in the back while trying to make a break.

If the guards had missed me, Branson wouldn't have. It's open season over

there. Hello, Max. You don't mean the prison authorities were going to try to

help him to get rid of you? No, they thought it was on the level.

Bull doesn't need any help to plan a killing.

He got wise to me and figured a safe way to rub me out.

Well, sit down, Tim. Get him a drink, Max. I'd rather have a cigarette.

I have one right here.

You look a little tired. Yeah, I had a tough swim. Here's a light. Thanks.

Did you get the information you went after? I got plenty.

I found that there were three guards who made it possible for Branson to leave

the island.

These three men know that Bull and Mike Garth were in town the night that Terry

Walsh was killed. Looks like I'll have to move in and clean up that plague

spot. Then you better start your cleanup tonight, Commissioner. Right. I'll take

over the prison and start an investigation at once.

Max, get me the warden and the wire.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. You don't want to do that. Why? Well, you don't

want to tip them off if you move again on them, are you? Well, you see, I'm new

in this office and they don't know me over there. Only an order from the

warden will get me past the guards. The prison will be under double guard

tonight. We'll be stopped at the bridge elevator.

Then don't go by the bridge. Get on the island the same way that Bull Branson

gets off it. How?

Through that tunnel. But make sure you take enough men with you to blast your

way into the joint. You see, there are certain legal formalities that... But

you're dealing with a rotten mess of corruption, years of political grafting.

The warden is helpless. He's surrounded by spies.

If you tip him off, he'll cover up the same way he did when you made your first

inspection. I found the witnesses you need. But the only way to make them talk

is to crack down on them when they least expect it. All right, Max, get me 20 men

we can trust. Get me 10 keepers from the correction hospital and 10 detectives

from headquarters.

Tell them nothing but have them ready in this office at 9 o'clock.

Oh, yes, and phone the harbor police and ask them to have a boat ready at the

East River Dock. How about the press? Call one man from each paper and we'll

take them along.

Don't give them any advance information.

That reminds me, Tim, you still work for the Times Dispatch, don't you? That's

right. I suppose you write the story of this raid. Yes, sir.

I still have a half hour before the deadline. I could phone it in right now.

But you're not going to. You see, I've got to give every paper an even break.

Your clothes are still wet, Tim. I'll send one of the boys over to your place

to pick up some dry things for you.

If I leave you alone here, will you give me your word not to call your city

editor?

Give you my word commissioner. Thanks.

I Think you better put a copper on that switchboard why I'm still a reporter

Let's take orders and let nobody come ashore. I'll count a man those orders.

I'm McNair, the commissioner of correction.

Yeah? Well, we'll find out about that. You stay right where you are. I'll phone

the warden's office.

Okay. Come on, boys.

Get the guns away from him.

Hold on, boys.

Get up.

Hey!

Hey,

boys,

your barber's here. What's that?

Your barber's here. Oh, yeah. I've got to get a facial. Now, here.

Oh, gee, a button.

Bitches, you mustn't do that.

Never mind what your previous orders were. I'm telling you to unlock the

door. Now, get to it. What's going on here? It's a raid. By what authority? By

my authority.

Oh, Bill.

Now, there's every warden. It's a raid.

That way, Commissioner.

Okay, boys.

Warren. The commissioner's taking over the prison with a bunch of men from

headquarters. Keep him here till I get word to Branson. Well, I... Okay.

Hello, Mr. Michaels. You remember me?

Say, what's the meaning of this? What's the meaning of this? I liked it so much,

I decided... Warden, I'm placing you under suspension until we're able to

investigate and determine your responsibility for the corrupt

conditions in this penitentiary. Mr. Michaels, you're under arrest. You have

a chance to defend yourself at the investigation.

Lock him up. How about you talk all about it? Take it easy, boys. First of

all, this is a raid. You can see that. We're going to clean up this pest hole

once and for all. You'll get your information from what you see going on.

Just one thing.

None of you men are to go near a phone until this raid is over.

Okay. Here's Head Keeper Jameson, Commissioner. All right, Mr. Jameson.

Temporarily, you'll be recognized as senior officer present under myself and

Deputy Commissioner Quinton.

All prisoners found loose will be placed in solitary confinement.

If any of them make a show of violence, use your clubs.

And if you have to hit anybody, I want the rest of the prisoners to hear the

echo. But heaven help any keeper who strikes a man without just provocation.

I'm ready, Warden. All right, Commissioner.

We'll begin with your prize exhibit, Politician Splats.

Have you any statement to make to these newspaper men?

Simply that this penitentiary, like other city departments, is under the

control of a political boss. But not any longer.

I had to obey orders or be kicked out. I should have resigned.

But I didn't, and now I have to take my medicine.

This way, please. All right, let's get started, fellas. Come on.

What's your hurry, son?

Don't stop me, boy. I've got bad news for the bull.

The news of the raid has leaked out, Commissioner.

Let them yell. They'll change the tune later. Come on.

Watch yourselves, boys.

Mr.

Bull, the commissioner of the gang of men is going to raid the place.

The commissioner? Yes, sir. He's on his way up here now.

Oh, I'll fix that guy. Wait till I get Steve on the line.

Operator. Raid.

Operator.

No answer.

Why don't you cut me off?

Boy, they can't do that to me.

Are you going to let the commissioner and his mob move in on us? Well, I got a

good word to Steve some way. So we ought to hear over the roof. Yeah, and the

speedboat planted in a slip. Yeah, we could all make it. Wait a minute.

I'm the only guy to get away with that. Now you guys stay here and I'll get you

out of it. You give me that gap. Yeah. Come on, hurry it up. Stay here and keep

your mouth shut.

Where's Bull Branson?

Where is he? He ain't here.

All right, Max. Take some men and look for them. Right.

The rest of you search these men for weapons.

Lock them up in solitary cells.

Jim, Bull's making a getaway off the island.

How can he? He's got a boat planted in the slip.

Don't go after him, you sap.

He's healed.

Branson made a getaway. He's got a speedboat hidden in the old ferry slip.

Kim Hayden went after him. This way, Commissioner.

Come on.

Xavier, I can't swim.

Okay, pal, here I come.

Xavier, I'm drowning.

Sure, Xavier, we're judging a jury.

Mr. Branson, you got a statement to make before you leave? Oh, I hadn't even

ought to talk to you.

Oh, don't be that way. Didn't I save your life?

Yeah, so a judge and a jury could give me 99 years. And I ain't gonna do it,

neither. Well, Bull, you do as much as you can.

I'm sure you have a message to your public.

Yes, I got a message. You just tell my public that Bull Branson can take it. I

will. I'll give you a swell write-up. And here's a parting gift from me to

you. Thank you.

Think of me when you're smoking it. Yeah, I will. Bon voyage.

You too.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Happy landing.