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Police department. Hmm?

No, no, lady. You don't know me. I'm the night man.

Well, I'm just telling you...

I'm sorry, but he's right.

Sure, you got to keep that dog of yours muzzled.

I know, but it's the law.

But, lady, if you kept your shades down,

you wouldn't be bothered. Put yourself in his position.

- What? - What was he wearing, lady?

Sailor hat, soft, brown eyes, white socks.

No, no, just let him stay there.

Sure. If he's quiet and you don't bother him,

he's probably not very dangerous.

- The number of the car? - What's the address?

- How many? - All right.

Mac.

Oh, they'll be there right away.

Calling car number 27, number 2-7.

Stolen motorcycle at 5-ought-6 Allendale.

Car number 2-7,

A stolen motorcycle At 5-ought-6 Allendale.

Calling car number 14, number 1-4.

A lost child at 72 Maple Square South.

Number 1-4, a lost child At 72 Maple Square South.

Calling car number 38, number 3-8...

We ain't very popular tonight, eh?

Nah. Another lost kid just come through for 14.

Huh? That's his third in two days.

Say, I hope he tells 'em the right kind of bedtime stories.

Lost kids are better than nothing.

And they told me this was a live beat. Ha!

We ain't had a smell of excitement all week.

Car number 91.

- Car number 9-1. - Here we are.

A skunk in the basement of 6421 Moreland Heights.

A skunk in the basement of 6421...

So you wanted a smell of excitement, eh?

Well, you're sure going to get it. Come on.

What do they think we are, big game hunters?

I tell you, Joe, you'll change your mind.

You've just had a tough experience, that's all.

Aw, baloney! I learned about women from her.

Say, I wouldn't look at another dame

if she was Ziegfeld's best.

...number 47, number 4-7.

A nude woman at the corner of Elm and Berry.

Holy smokes! Hurry! We might lose her!

...at the corner of Elm and Berry.

All other cars, stay away.

- Calling car number 4-7... - Hello, sweetheart!

Hello, Pat!

- Hiya, big shots. - Doing anything tonight?

Go on, before I forget you got a wife and three kids.

Why don't you step into our car

and listen to the radio?

- Well, you go stuff that radio-- - ...number 77, number 17.

Cars number 5-3, number 7-7, number 1-7.

Four men murdered at 203 Vignette Street.

Four men murdered at 203 Vignette Street.

Come on, clear us, Louie!

Step on it!

...number 77, number 17.

Cars number 5-3, number 7-7, number 1-7.

All reserves and emergency. Headquarters detail on way.

Calling cars number 53, number 77, number 17.

Cars number 5-3.

Number 7-7, number 1-7,

four men murdered at...

Calling cars number 53, number 77, number 17.

...number 41.

Cars number 5-3, number 7-7, number 1-7...

Say, what's that?

Top reporter from the "Tribune", chief. He's famous.

He ought to take up the saxophone. In here?

Yes, sir, right there.

Hello, captain. I just cut 'em down.

- How long has it been? - Two days, at least.

That's the way you got to do with ducks.

They're too gamy at first.

I'm going up and phone my stuff.

- Who found 'em? - I'm on the beat, captain.

Couple of kids came down here to play and ran out for me.

- Where are the kids? - Outside. Haley's got 'em.

- Go buzz 'em, Mac. - All right, Fitz. Let's go.

The Dopey Boys, all right. Roll him over.

Yep, that's Little Georgie.

I knew he'd get it if he didn't get out of town.

Say, what's going on in there?

I got a little dizzy, I guess. I'm Heck from the "Tribune".

- From the "Tribune", huh? - That's it.

Say, when will your paper ever get to know

that my name is not MacLaughlin,

MacNamara, or Dame McSweeney?

- Well, how do I know? - It's Majkowski.

Lieutenant John Majkowski

of the Homicide Squad, you understand?

Okay, lieutenant, but what I want to know is--

And last week when I pulled a little girl

out of the river from drowning, what did your paper say?

"Just a mere passing flatfoot" And me getting stuffed up--

I'm sorry, I wasn't on that story.

And listen, last month when the Ape Man was loose

in Jefferson Square and I knocked him cold

with a one-two cross, what did that paper of yours say?

"An unidentified citizen hit him in the head with a brick."

Now, I want to tell you, pal, it is not fair!

- Hmm. - Hmm.

They found a nickel in Maxie Grossberg's hand,

and we all know who was back of that job.

There are the other three, captain.

They wrapped their fists right around 'em.

Eckert, shake down this place

and the street for what you can get. Come on, Tom.

- All right, captain. - Hey, wait a minute, chief!

I got to get a statement. What do you think about it?

I think you birds will mess it up

and blame it on the police department.

"Fighting Jim" Fitzpatrick and his happiness squad.

Just a smile and a blessing for everyone.

- Mac! - Where to, Fitz?

- Celli's. - Gonna get the big fella?

Yeah, gonna drag him down.

Hey, get a load of Fitz.

"Fighting Fitz" Fitzpatrick.

- Good evening, captain. No, sir. - Belmonte here?

Where is he, riverside warehouse?

- I think so, captain. - Where's Cholo?

With the boss.

- Boss upstairs? - Mr. Belmonte?

- You want to see him? - No, I just came for the ride.

Come on. Come on, fellas.

Hello, Fitz. What do you want?

Put on your hat. You, too, Cholo.

I'm taking you down.

Say, what's the matter?

I'm sitting here peaceable, going over my accounts.

Yeah, figuring out how many new customers you got

now that the Dopey Boys are not running booze anymore.

Ha. That Dopey outfit?

I don't pay any attention to them cheapskates.

Unless they try to undersell you like Maxie Grossberg did.

Then you string 'em up with nickels in their mitts.

If somebody chopped them fellas, I don't know anything about it.

- Now, listen to me-- - No, no. Pick it up.

Come on, hurry up.

- Go on. - Now, you can't do that!

- Shut up. You want a massage? - Come on, let's get out.

Look here, Fitzpatrick, you'll have to prove these claims.

Listen, Shyster, save that wind for the courtroom.

He'll be needing it.

Hello, Bell? Get me Pearson.

Garfield-3808.

- Hey, Vic, how about some chow? - In about ten minutes.

- I got to book these fishes. - Stickup?

No, indecent exposure. Come on, narcissus.

Honest, mister, I'll see she don't do it no more. Please!

Oh, Sadie, I told him somebody put them things in my bag.

- You did? - Oh, please, mister.

It happened this way,

she buys six tickets to the Policeman's Ball,

then turns down a one-way street, so what could I do?

They sure keep climbing all over the old man.

Listen to this, "Chief of Police Burton

"should stop making speeches to the Rotary Club

"And turn to a little private talk with the members

"of his seemingly bewildered police department.

"Five gang murders and forty-one robberies

in the last month with only one arrest."

Look at Rudy Vallee! Hey!

What do you know?

Plenty. Fitz is bringing down Belmonte again.

- Wanna stay for the dogfight? - What's up?

Your brother's bringing down Belmonte again.

He thinks he can pin the Dopey job on him.

No, he can't. You know it, and I know it.

He'll just get himself in a lot of hot water,

and Belmonte will thumb his nose at him.

Your brother's a fool, if you don't mind my saying so.

Oh, smart cracks, huh?

No, just my personal opinion.

Well, I don't like your opinions!

Just a minute, Ed.

If I hear any more cracks against Jim,

I'm gonna swing on somebody.

- That won't help Jim any. - Okay.

- Hey, aren't you going to wait? - No.

I don't want to see Jim outplayed.

- Hello, chief. - Hi, chief.

- Craig in? - Yes, chief.

- Fitzpatrick come yet? - Any minute now.

I'm sorry to spoil your evening, chief,

but I thought you ought to be here.

It's my worry anyway, isn't it?

Let's hope he's got something on him.

Did you pick up anybody else?

Four of Belmonte's guns and a couple of eggs.

- Fitzpatrick, chief. - All right.

Bring in that other bunch too.

Ah, so you're here again, Belmonte.

Yeah. I'm here again, and he gets

his picture in the paper again, and that's that.

I don't suppose you know a thing about this?

Why should I know about it every time

some lug gets knocked over?

We don't wanna know why you know,

we wanna know what you know.

Did you ever see any of these men before?

Look at him.

Well?

I've seen one or two of them

around Celli's, I guess.

You, do you know who this man is?

- Sure, I do. Yes, sir. - Say "Yes, sir," you mug.

Everybody knows Sam Belmonte.

I know how to make them talk. Come on down to my office.

He ain't got no right to muscle me around.

These came in person, chief.

Of course, our old friend Habeas Corpus.

"For the release of Samuel Belmonte, Pietro Cholo,

"Frederick and James Whiteson,

Henry Volestia, and George Alban."

Let's forget those writs, chief.

You know I can't do that.

All right, Belmonte, take a walk.

Listen, someday we'll hang a rap on you you can't beat.

Then tell this flatfoot to lay off me fill that time, will you?

I'm getting pretty tired of being hauled down here.

I'm no back door tramp, I'm a busy man.

That's the worst deal this department ever got!

Just a minute. Throw those two in the tank.

Ain't that sweet, you slap us guys in jail,

let the big shots go because they got the price of a lawyer.

They got out on their writs, didn't they?

You wanna hold somebody just to make it look good!

I could've slapped it out of him in five minutes.

If you'd dig up some direct evidence instead of dragging him

in here, we wouldn't be made fools of like this.

Hmm. The papers are going to pick this up pretty.

Your sense of duty seems to be running away with you.

Duty? It's a pleasure with him.

- He hates those two mob-- - I hate Belmonte and that crowd.

'Cause they're behind everything in this town that's rotten.

I mean to wipe 'em out if it takes hot lead.

Now, hold on there, Fitzpatrick.

I'm running this police department.

You'll take your orders from me on how to operate.

Understand? Now run along and cool off.

Uhh.

I'm afraid he's a little too hotheaded for that job.

- Jim? - Yeah, it's me, honey.

- Hello. - Hello, darling.

When are you gonna stop waiting up for me?

When I'm too old to walk down stairs.

- Is Ed home yet? - This is Saturday night.

- How are the kids? - Fine

Mickey said he had a stomachache tonight.

I found out he had to speak a piece at Sunday school tomorrow.

And the twins, they get to bed early?

- Well... - Yeah, picture show again, huh?

Oh, don't be such an old grouch.

They went to the early show and were in bed by 9 o'clock.

Why, those girls will be young women before we know it.

What's the matter, Jim? You look tired.

You've been working too hard again?

Yeah, working hard and getting nowhere, I guess.

Now listen here, Jim Fitzpatrick,

everybody knows that you have more brains

than anybody else on the force.

Why don't you walk up to the chief

and tell him what you think?

You ought to go up to him and demand--

Come on, honey, let's get some sleep.

You work like a dog...

Hey, Ed, hurry it up, will ya?

♪ I'm coming I'm coming ♪

♪ 'Cause my head is spinning ♪♪

Hey, what a meadowlark you turned out to be.

Hey, I want to talk to you.

Heard about Belmonte last night, didn't you?

Yeah, I can't get all steamed up about it.

Dopey and his mob had it coming to him.

What kind of talk is that?

English, teacher, English.

Shouldn't break our hearts because

three or four heels got half-soled.

Well, it was murder, wasn't it? And Belmonte gets away with it.

It's a waste of time to pull Belmonte in it.

Oh, he's got this town sewed up.

He's got the dough and the pull.

I'll put him on ice someday.

Get wise to yourself, will ya?

You don't watch yourself, you'll be

buggy riding in a hearse.

Then what'll the kids do?

Take it easy, Jim, take it easy.

You wear a police badge, don't you?

And I keep it polished too.

But with me, it's an eight hour job,

and I'm not trying to reform the whole world.

Jim, you've got a one-track mind.

Okay.

I'm glad you spoke up. Got a favor I wanted to ask of you.

Well, go ahead. All I ask is don't put yourself in a spot

where you get nothing but kicks all around.

Now, what's on your mind? Spill it and I'll do it.

Now, that's better. I'm going to build up a case

against Belmonte if it takes me five years.

You being on the vice squad, you get around more than I do.

Keep your ears open and tip me off to anything you hear.

Start tomorrow morning, right after the lineup.

Atta kid. And another thing too,

if you'd get a little more sleep you wouldn't get up

looking like you'd been fished out of a mousetrap.

Now, listen, mister,

you're the one in that mousetrap.

- Morning, Mary. - Good morning, Ed.

- How do you feel? - Sure... Oh.

Did you and the kids have breakfast?

Of course, the children have to go to Sunday school.

Well, where's the big surprise you were talking about?

Right here.

They made them themselves, dear.

Say, those don't look like pancakes.

Oh, they're pancakes! Well...

Ah, that's wonderful. Come on, Ed, have some pancakes.

No, thanks, nothing but black coffee for me this morning.

- Go on. - Aw, Uncle Ed!

And they're all buttered too.

Oh, you made them yourselves.

Oh, well, that's different.

Are they good, papa?

Some of them stuck a little, though.

They stick perfectly with me.

They're wonderful.

Aren't they, Ed?

- Aw, yeah, gee, they're swell. - Yeah.

All right, girls, you've had your big success.

Go upstairs and get ready for Sunday school. Mickey's ready.

And there's some more in the kitchen

when you get through with those, papa.

All right, bring 'em in, Uncle Ed loves 'em.

You...

Bring us some ham and eggs, will ya?

- All right, dear. - Insanity.

The old man's going to put on a shake-up.

Blech! A lot of pap for the citizens.

Well, I can see why they need it, all right.

I wouldn't mind getting a crack at this town for once.

You haven't got your eye on the old man's job or anything?

No, but I wouldn't mind sitting in the chief

of detective's office for a month or two.

Dad, will you read the funnies to me before I go?

Surest thing you know.

"Ver ist dos dad-gasted kids?"

Look, he hits him on the head with a pail of water.

- Come on, mickey! We're ready! - Jim, the twins!

Huh?

"Help, help! Ver ist dat professor?

- Those hornswoggled kids!" - Come on, mickey.

Oh, gee!

Oh, you both ate all your pancakes!

Yes, they were fine. Run along now, hurry back.

- Goodbye, dad. - All right, goodbye!

We'll make you some more next Sunday.

That's fine, that's great.

- Got your property slip? - No.

Okay, come on, you're all through.

- Morning, Joe. - Morning, Ed.

That's all. Seems to be a depression on.

- What's the name? - J. Wilson Palmeiro.

Drunk, no property. Come on, little fella.

Hi, Pete!

- Morning, Ed. - Good morning!

Hey, wait a minute.

What's the news from the wife?

Say, it came last night.

- No! - Yes!

Well, what do you know about that?

Hey, by the way, what kind of a package was it,

a boy or a girl?

A boy, as red as a traffic light.

- No! - 11 pounds.

- What a man. - Yeah.

- Hello, Ed. - Hi.

- Going up to the show? - What's on this morning?

There was a blond girl mixed up

in that Marlin pay truck robbery.

We picked up a flock of Platinum's.

They're running them through for the driver.

Thought you pinned it on that Jenkins dame?

She'll be there too, we want to see if that dumb

swede driver can identify her. Come on up.

All right, put 'em out.

All right, girls, come on, straighten up.

I think that's her.

You can't think, you gotta be certain.

Well, she had on a different dress.

What'd she say to you?

She said, "Which way is Randolph Street?"

Hey, you, next to the end.

- Meaning me? - Yes, you.

Say, "Which way is Randolph Street?"

Which way is Randolph Street?

Well, I don't know. It don't sound like her.

Hey, you, with the black skirt.

You say, "Which way is Randolph Street?"

Come on, say it!

- Which way is Randolph Street? - Louder.

Which way is Randolph Street?

That's her, I remember her easy now.

No, I don't know... What you're talking about?

I don't know what you're... Let me out of here!

Go on, get out of here, I want to talk to 'em a minute!

I didn't do it. What do you mean, anyway?

I didn't do it! Let me alone!

I got to talk to him, let me go, will ya?

- I didn't do it! - Hey, you on the end there.

I didn't do it, let me go.

- What's your name? - Nora Beaumont.

They called you Daisy Stevens back in St. Louis, didn't they?

They did.

You remember those 6 months you did

for a pretty little extortion job?

- I do. - Where were you picked up?

- Celli's. - What do you do for a living?

- Stenographer. No. - Working now?

What do you do for a living when you're not working?

- Look for work. - That's all.

Listen, sister, you're not walking around this town

without being watched, see? Keep your nose clean.

Hey, postman!

Where's the postman?

- Hello, dear. - Hello, sweetheart.

- How are you? - I'm fine. Where are the kids?

The girls just went down to the corner to get some bread.

I've just got time to finish this before supper.

Aha.

- Mickey! - Why'd I ever start this game?

I'm afraid they're mostly bills, dear,

although the butcher's bill isn't as big this month

as it was last. I'm awfully glad I changed.

Mr. Shay is so cute.

He says he saves all the best cuts for me.

I suppose he tells everybody that.

Oh, Betty Fawn is going to marry that price boy, after all.

There! Thank goodness that's finished.

Jim.

Why, Jim, what's the matter?

- From headquarters. - Yeah, after 15 years.

Oh, Jim.

Why don't they do a good job

and send me back to walking a beat?

Well, you'll still have your captaincy.

Captain of what?

The easiest precinct in the county.

Back to wearing a uniform again,

sitting behind a desk in a precinct

as quiet as an old lady's home.

Hmph! Fighting Fitz.

Oh, it, it's so terribly unfair.

Oh.

Oh, Jim.

Well, I guess we'll have to start moving right away.

You don't mind, do you, dear?

Mama goes where papa goes.

You're swell, Mary,

the kind that makes a guy want to go on.

And don't kick me in the shin,

or I'll smack you right in the face.

All right, copper.

How'd you come to think that one up?

You've got headquarters

written all over you.

Smart girl, huh?

Yeah, and I never got past the eighth grade.

Maybe you're bright enough to answer a few questions.

Sure, if you don't ask 'em in Yiddish.

- Will you come in? - I'm right behind you.

Come on in.

- Stenographer, huh? - Yeah.

You must get paid pretty well when you work.

Oh, tremendous.

How much does Belmonte pay you?

I quit him the end of last week.

Yeah? Why?

I didn't like his ways.

I don't mind taking orders,

but there's one decision that's always up to me.

Come on, sit up like a lady, I know that trick.

Oh, unintentional, mister.

Say, do you think I'm so dumb as to pull a gag like that?

- You might. You're built for it. - Thanks.

Say, where were you the night Dopey

and his gang were strung up?

Wait a minute, let me see your badge.

I might be mistaken about you.

Gee, I'm clever.

Answer my question.

I was at Celli's until 2 am.

With a boyfriend that was so drunk he asked me to marry him.

Got an airtight alibi, huh?

Yeah, and about 50 people to prove it,

only don't ask the boyfriend, 'cause he would know.

You didn't know the Dopey boys at all, did you?

Listen, I may know some of the big shots

in this racket, see, but that's all.

When I got a hunch they're gonna start arguing, I step next door.

I got my own game when I play it, and it doesn't include

helping somebody to make somebody else stop breathing.

I don't want any murder jobs hung on me.

I once got a shock from an electric toaster,

and I never quite forgot about it.

- All right-- Answer this one. - Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Let's talk in comfort.

I got some real swell beer on the ice.

Sure, and a glass with some knockout drops for me.

Oh, you've got to stop going to the movies, that's bad.

Hey.

You were gonna leave me sitting there a long time, weren't you?

I was coming right back, honest.

Say, that hurts a little bit.

And you don't like to be hurt, do you?

Oh, I don't know, kind of fun sometimes

if it's done in the right spirit.

Get the beer.

So you don't know a thing about anything, huh?

Ooh, I know what every young girl ought to know.

Uh... you got good beer.

Look, supposing I took you down on suspicion,

you might tell a lot of things, then.

You wouldn't find out anything that'd do you any good.

Want a sandwich or something?

I ate in the same restaurant you did.

Yeah, I know. I saw you up at the end in the corner.

You did?

How did you happen to notice me?

I don't know.

You're not exactly a collar ad, but...

Say!

- What's your name? - Fitzpatrick.

- Not Fighting Fitz's brother? - That's right.

Now I can understand why you were so hard-boiled at first.

Say, does that brother of yours ever smile?

I got to admit he does take things pretty serious.

- Are you married? - Nope.

I thought all cops were married.

I'll stick to variety.

- A girl in every precinct, huh? - Yeah.

Something like that.

You know, it's a funny thing.

You drink beer to make you cool,

and it just makes you hot.

I can't stand it. I gotta do something about it.

Hey, if you want an eyeful, come here.

- Look. - Huh?

Oh, boy.

She certainly does know how to wiggle, doesn't she?

That girl doesn't know how to dance.

No?

No.

I never thought I'd have a yen for a copper.

Are you gonna try and reform me, huh?

What for?

Hey, look, the riot squad.

Will you tell Captain Fitzpatrick

a couple of burglars would like to see him?

- Go right in. - Hey, you're cheating.

You got a black queen on that black king.

What are you kicking about? They don't seem to mind it.

Aw... Wake up, flatfoot.

- Hello, Tom! - Hello, Fitz!

- Hiya, chief. - How are you, Mac?

It's the first chance we had to get off together,

so we thought we'd run out and look you over.

It's great to see you guys.

The old detail ain't the same since they gave you the ax.

- Is it, Tom? - I'll say it isn't. We miss you.

Don't kid me. Have a cigar instead.

- Thanks. - He hasn't changed a bit.

How's Mary?

Mary's swell. She never kicks at anything.

It's kinda quiet around here, ain't it?

We had a big week last week.

Three traffic violations and a stolen lawnmower.

It's a dirty shame the way they have sidetracked you like this.

And that shake-up hasn't helped the old man a bit.

He had a nice little visit from the civic

reform committee yesterday, and they pointed out

that things were just as bad as ever.

Yeah, I read about it in the morning paper.

But here's the payoff...

I got an interoffice tip, the committee couldn't understand

why certain of the shifts had been made,

and they named your case in particular.

I don't know what I can do about it.

Say, you guys seen Ed lately?

He hasn't been out to see me as often as I hoped he would.

Oh, sure. We, uh, we see him around.

- He's been kinda busy, I guess. - He likes his good times too.

- You know he's not like you. - Well, Ed's young yet.

He'd make a good Dick if he ever puts his mind to it.

I'll say he will.

it's the bank, captain! S-stickup!

A-and they blew the brains out of the cashier!

- That car ready? - Yes. No. The wheel's still off.

- We'll take you, Fitz. - All right, come on.

Just in time for a party.

Clear the way. Get back, now! Get back!

I can't stand it, I can't stand it!

His head, the back of it blown out!

Please don't let me see any more! Please!

Big gray sedan, captain. They're headed south.

All right, let's go.

- Which way did he go? - I tell you, big gray car!

- I'm tryin' to understand-- - This way!

Head 'em off, Mac!

Stick 'em up!

Hold him, Mac! We're coming around!

- How about you, Fitz? - Yeah, I'm all right.

Come on.

Now, look here, Fitz, there's no sense in taking any chances.

Don't bother about me. I'm all right.

- You call the meat wagon. - Did they clip you, Fitz?

Just in the arm, that's all. Take that guy down to the car.

- I had to drill the other one. - You sure you're all right, now?

What are you trying to make, a sissy out of me or something?

No...

"Although Captain Fitzpatrick's wound is not serious,

"He will be confined to his home at least a week.

He refuses all comment except his one characteristic--"

Children! Madison, Helen!

Will you please stop that noise?

Look, it's Uncle Ed!

- It's Uncle Ed! - Hi, Uncle Ed!

Hi, Mickey! Hi, kids! Hello, Mary.

- Where's the cripple? - Right here.

- Hi, Jim! - Glad to see you. How are you?

Look, daddy's shot. Isn't it swell?

Why, Mickey! How can you say such a thing?

- Well, it is swell, isn't it? - Here.

Ohh!

Mary, you're looking grand this morning.

- I feel fine. - Well, you big baboon.

They couldn't keep you off the front page

if they put you in a straitjacket.

Been kind of insulting you, haven't they?

Mary's been reading me a lot of hot air.

It's not a lot of hot air. It's hysteria.

You're name's being flung around headquarters

like a pass to a Speakeasy. By the way...

Have you seen the editorial in the "Times" this morning?

They're suggesting you for chief of police.

I know. Isn't it exciting, Ed?

Ahh, they write a lot of tripe.

The old man must've been reading it.

He's down the City Hall all morning.

Must have come in today and saw you sitting in his chair.

That talk is foolish. I never hoped for anything that high.

- Are you telling me? - No, you're telling me.

Where have you been keeping yourself lately? Busy?

Yeah, I been real busy these days. Junkie investigation.

By the way, you never told me,

did you ever pick up anything on Belmonte?

Why.. No.

It's funny.

He keeps pretty well covered.

Haven't been able to pick up a thing...

Yet.

Bert, you see the point you're an appointment of mine.

I'd stand by you if I could, but every organization--

I know, I know, but I'm being made the goat, that's all.

- You've taken things too easy. - Now see here, Fred,

You know, this thing'll blow over in a couple of weeks and--

But, Bert, you could've made some little show.

You needn't have let the newspapers get this far.

Two months ago you told me pay no attention to the newspapers.

But unfortunately, my name

has been linked with yours too many times since then.

I have got another election this fall.

Bert, being mayor is something like being on the stage.

If you get too many bad notices,

people stop coming to see you.

Well, I don't mind resigning so much, but--

I shouldn't think you would.

You're pretty well fixed, Bert.

Well, I've been very careful about how I save my money.

Well, it's just too ridiculous, that's all.

Fitz is nothing but a tough, uncouth Irishman.

He's liable to make things very embarrassing for you.

A good politician never gets embarrassed, Bert.

That's something you should've learned.

And now that I have unnecessarily reviewed for you

the brilliant career of Captain Fitzpatrick,

I feel sure we shall all be very happy

to hear him take the oath of office.

I do solemnly swear to uphold the constitution

of the United States and the constitution of this state

and to discharge the duties of the office

of the chief of police according to the best of my ability.

Well, I wanted to tell you folks that...

This is great honor to me...

And, uh...

And I want to say that, uh...

Broadcasting, I never did that before.

Well, perhaps you folks would like to know

some of the jobs I've got.

That is, a few of the things that I've mapped out...

Or rather, some of the things that

I've planned for the department.

First of all...

We're gonna start with a clean slate, see?

I don't know a thing about any of you,

good or bad, efficient or inefficient.

I'm not upsetting any applecart's,

and every man keeps the job that he's got new

until he proves to me that he's worth a better one

or that he has no right on the force at all.

I'm not fighting you, and you're not fighting me.

We're gonna fight together.

This town has become about as rotten as an open grave,

only some of you have gotten so used to it

you don't have to hold your noses anymore.

But we're gonna clean it up, understand?

We're gonna knock over every Speakeasy,

hookshop, wheel joint, and gin mill

from south canal to north haven.

We're gonna keep pulling in every monkey until they get so

tired of it, they'll all wanna line the tanks and leave town.

Leave the country. Not the town, but the country!

Each one of you is gonna handle your own

precinct in your own way.

You know more about conditions there than anybody else.

What I want is results.

If I don't get results, there's gonna be a shake-up

like the inside of a cement mixer.

I'll get results if I have to put a patrolman

at the head of the vice squad and precinct captains

back to teaching rookies drill.

All right, now go on out and get to work.

You'll get official confirmation on all

orders before the day's up.

No, no. Never mind those open hands.

Close them up into fists and use them.

Salute!

Dismissed.

Well, they never heard anything like that before.

That's the real McCoy.

Say, you know that guy Dixon at the 48th?

Well, he's sitting behind me.

"Say," says he, "He don't think that he can close

all the speakeasies in this town in a month."

"Why not?" says I.

"You close half of 'em every night!"

And dare I laugh, I seen, I have.

Well, we'll soon weed out his kind.

If they're all like you two guys, it'd be a cinch.

Oh, we're behind you all the way, Fitz.

You're both being attached to me as special detail.

Great.

I'm gonna start staging a few shows

tomorrow night, and I want you to choose

a fighting squad of 50 men.

I'm spotting the joints now.

Let me know when your setup's ready.

And am I needing the exercise.

- I'm getting so sluggish. - If it isn't the Rover boys.

- What's on you mind? - Hello, Ed.

- Well, uh... - We'll check up with you later.

See you later, chief.

Hey, listen, Jim...

There's a lieutenancy open in the vice squad--

- Not yet, Ed. You're not ready. - What'd you mean, I'm not ready?

- My record's okay, isn't it? - Yes.

But there's nothing very startling about it.

Promotions have to be based on something.

I suppose I have to go out

and catch a couple of lugs robbing a bank.

Hey, now, throw away those sour grapes.

That's not like you, kid.

I didn't mean it. It's just...

Well, it's only natural for a guy

to want to earn a little more dough.

You'll earn it in time.

Just pay a little more attention to your job, that's all.

What do you do with your money, anyway?

You haven't got any expense living with us.

You still running around with a lot of dames?

- What do you want-- - Hey, now.

Get wise to yourself and grow up.

So I don't get the lieutenancy, huh?

Not until you earn it, just because I'm chief,

do you want me to turn the department into a family affair?

Oh, I see, grandstanding.

I'm a big, honest guy, I am.

Wouldn't even give my own brother a break.

Now cut that out and go to work.

You've got an assignment, haven't you?

All right. If that's the way you feel about it.

Now, listen, don't get sore.

Just show me what you can do.

What do you want me to do? Card tricks?

You gotta get another pint, darling.

- Quart, honey, quart. - You sure know me, baby.

Mike? Hey, Mike.

Oh, boy. Did I get you all wet?

I've always been all wet, honey.

I wish somebody would invent one of these bottles

that didn't always fizz.

I'll take care of that the first thing in the morning.

Down the booby hatch.

- It's pretty hot tonight. - You're telling me?

No, I mean the orchestra.

It's not as good as that one at Purple Lodge, remember?

Say, let's go up there again this weekend.

We never go anyplace anymore except come to this dump.

- Well, I-- - Say, Ed.

You aren't broke, are you?

If I hadn't loaded up on those 100,000 shares

of steel before the crash, I'd... Oh, listen, baby.

It's you and me all along and nobody around.

That's the real part of the act, isn't it?

I know, but lookit, Ed, suppose you like corn meal mush, too?

It would get a little monotonous if you didn't add

cream and sugar once in a while.

I just like the mush.

Come on, don't do that up here, please.

Ed, cut it out. Come on, we're in public.

Hello, Jack.

Hello. Hello. Hello, Steve.

Hello, Tex!

Well, look what the cat brought in.

Hiya, Sam!

Thought you wasn't speaking to me.

- Aw, sure. Hello, Cholo. - Hello, baby.

- Come on, sit down. - Fine.

Say, you boys know Ed Fitzpatrick, don't you?

Sure, I've seen him around a lot.

But I guess I know your brother better, eh?

- Hey, Giuseppe-- - Yes, sir.

- Bring that champagne over. - Very well, Mr. Belmonte.

We'll have us a real party, eh?

Fizz water? Do you hear that?

I haven't brushed my teeth in bubbles for ages.

Pretty nice about your brother getting to be the big boss, eh?

Well, he deserves it, I guess.

He's a nice fellow, even if he has got funny ideas.

Sure. And I suppose now

that puts you in the velvet, huh?

That's right, the Lord Duke himself.

When's the big promotion come off, mister?

- That's another story. - Not quite cold enough yet, sir.

Well, see that it's ready next time, will you?

Thank you.

That's mighty pretty wallpaper, Sam.

- Business must be good. - Yeah.

Got a corner on the grapefruit market.

How about those kegs of California orange juice?

You know, it's funny about those grapefruits.

They're being trucked in over the Huntington turnpike,

but it's getting pretty bumpy out there,

and some of them are liable to get spoiled.

So what?

So, I'll pay 150 skins a week

to any man who could fix a better way in.

Could you come along Kingsford Avenue?

Can I?

You can.

Isn't my Ed a sweetheart, huh?

Your Ed's sensible.

Give me that buttermilk, I'm gonna get stewed.

Just a flathead in uniform!

- You'll get yours! - Get me out of here!

Hey, ya big flatfoot!

Well. Sounds like the inside of a bird store.

A lot of fine, brave boys, aren't you?

Come on, why don't you keep it up?

Teacher's looking at you, that why?

It'd be different if you were hiding behind an alley door?

It'd be different if you had that shot of hop handy

so you could pop yourself full of enough guts

to shoot somebody in the back.

Take away your guns and your hop

and you're nothing but crawling, yellow maggots.

Now, get this, I know some of you will beat your raps.

I've seen your greasy lamsters outside waiting with bail money.

But there isn't one of you that isn't filled with swill,

and I'm gonna dump the whole lot of you before I'm through.

I'm gonna keep on knocking over your joints and dragging you in.

I'm gonna keep climbing up the back

of your dirty necks until they break!

All right, now teacher's gonna turn his back,

so you can start yelling again.

There are a couple of Belmonte's men in there.

Get ahold of Mac and go to work on them

before the writs start coming in.

All right, chief.

Got any statement on that, chief?

Gentlemen of the press, you know the public better than I do.

They put me into office for a cleanup, didn't they?

You picked up a couple pretty influential citizens

in that last raid over on the drive.

Can I help it if some of our leading

lights get caught in a joint?

I'm after all joints that are breaking the law...

- And anybody in them. - Even the civic reform--

Now, listen, don't talk to me about that bunch of backsliders.

In back of me about everything I do, eh?

Why, only this morning, their chairman calls up sore as a bug

because we pinched his debutante daughter

for going 60 miles an hour through a cross street.

What's your answer to this brutality charge?

Well, what else can you do? What do you expect me to do?

With gunmen, dope peddlers, and sneak thieves?

Kiss them on the forehead or slap them on the wrist?

You can't expect to clean up the town

the way things are, Fitz, and you know it.

It's like trying to bale out the ocean with a lily cup.

Half of the joints you knocked over are running again.

You gotta hang a rap on Belmonte before you can get anywhere.

He controls everything, and he's got a barricade

of graft around him that you can't get through.

I'll stop Belmonte if I have to rip him up to do it.

- What do you mean? - Figure it out for yourselves.

That's all today, boys.

Oh, boy, he's something...

Tell Detective Fitzpatrick I want to see him.

- Good morning, chief. - Goodbye.

- Hey, there-- - What's the matter, Mac?

This is the worst yet.

You spelled it right, but look,

look where you put it!

"Detective lieutenant John Majkowski

leading a prisoner from last night's raid."

Well, it is a mistake, but it's a perfect likeness.

Huh?

Hey, you son of a--

Hello, Ed. How are you?

Shut up, you big--

- Hello, kid. - Hello, Jim.

- You wanted to see me? - Yeah.

- I got a special job for you. - Shoot.

The Bartman Trust and Saving Company are transferring

a lot of cash and negotiable stuff tomorrow,

and they want a man to ride the load.

- I want you to handle it. - Sure.

- What's so special about that? - Plenty.

They're not going to use an armored truck.

They're going to put all the stuff in filing cabinets

and cart it over in an ordinary van.

I see. Another one of old man

Bartman's Brainstorms.

I tried to talk him out of it,

but he seems to think the less show of protection

they make, the better camouflage it'll be.

That's a screwy idea.

Supposing it gets tipped?

That's why I'm sending him a good man.

Come on, now.

Hop down there and plan your setup.

- Okay. - Good.

I've just given Ed the Bartman assignment.

- He needs bucking up. - Oh, Fitz.

Uh, mac and I are off tomorrow,

but, well, wouldn't it be a good idea for us

if we hung around along the sidelines for Ed?

- Why? - Well, uh, you see--

You see, this is his first real important assignment,

and, well, we'd kinda hate to see him muff it.

- In case anything did happen. - Sure, that's it.

Say, that's mighty white of you guys.

All right, go ahead. But don't let him see you.

- You know how he'd feel. - Sure.

♪ Sweet and lovely ♪

♪ Heaven must have sent her my way ♪

♪ Sweet and lovely ♪

♪ Sweeter than the flowers in may ♪

♪ Sweet and lovely... ♪♪

Here it is.

Oh, thanks.

How about a drink there?

Say, where's Ed?

He's in the room.

Say, what's the idea of turning hermit?

Oh, I'm sick of those smack-offs.

I'm sick of everything.

You're not sick of me, baby.

Sometimes I wish I could be, but I can't.

Oh, you beautiful shot of hop.

I better scram pretty soon and get some sleep.

Got one of those comic assignments tomorrow.

You gonna put on a false mustache and get your man, huh?

Nah, they signed me up as a nursemaid

to a truckload of dough.

Oh, some bank's taking the vegetables out of the cellar

and they're scared of rabbits, is that it?

They're putting me on loan. My big opportunity or something.

Hey, where's my coat?

Don't go right away, Ed.

I came in here to tell you something.

Here, take a drink.

We're both gonna need one.

I'm gonna get one for myself. I'll be right back.

Hey, you think I'd be interested?

I hope so.

You never miss!

Oh, grandmother, what big feet you have!

I can see your bridgework!

I can see worse than his bridgework.

Say, give Gus a drink.

- Give Gus a drink? - Give him a drink.

Go on, stumble over a cliff.

- Aw, look, Ed-- - Listen, I'm an old man.

I left my youth in the capitals of Europe.

All alone, huh? Uh-huh...

You think he'd do it?

If he does, that's how I earn my share.

Fine. Now you go in and get the works for me.

Okay, Cholo.

Say, what about Belmonte?

This isn't any line, you know. Do you think he'd be sore?

He don't have to know until it's all over.

And it looks like a cinch.

I want to go to the bar, mama.

All right, if that's the way you feel about it.

Yeah, that's just the way he feels about it.

Back to the bush leagues for you, sister.

And shut the door from the outside.

What do you want to tell me, sugar?

I'm going away in a couple of days, Ed.

I'll be right here when you come back.

Nope, I'm lamming for good.

Hey, what do you mean?

I'm just sick and fed up with this whole town.

I guess I always got to be on the move, that's all.

- Where you going? - France.

A guy I know in Paris got me the fare.

I used to know him pretty well.

You ain't going to another guy, or I'll choke your eyes out!

I don't want to go to any other guy, honest, I don't.

I just want to be with you every minute.

Oh, come on, Ed.

Come on with me, kid.

Baloney to that guy in Paris.

I know you're not getting anywhere being just a copper.

Oh, I gotta have dough to go away.

You gotta have dough!

What about that rake-off you get from Belmonte?

That'll stop as soon as I get out of town.

Anyhow, how far will that take us?

Listen, Ed, you're in the racket now, aren't you?

Not that it hurts anybody.

I suppose that's what you call it.

Then what about that load of cash

you're playing nursemaid to tomorrow?

- You mean that-- - That would fix everything up,

- Wouldn't it, kid? - Now, listen.

That's just one thing I can't do.

Even if it looked as though you had nothing to do with it?

Gee, please listen to me, darling.

Listen, when Joe and Abe come in,

you tell them to wait, you understand?

Yeah. Yes, I may have a job for them.

All right.

Hey, it's 12 o'clock already.

Take you a half-hour to get there and a half-hour to unload.

You guys wanna put on the feed bags before you start?

Yeah, let's eat.

Okay for this?

Yeah, sure, that's all right,

I'll take care of it till you get back.

Okay.

All right.

Hit me hard.

Stay with him!

Hold it, kids!

- Did they get that little kid? - Oh, my...

Yes!

Somebody shot him!

What do we do, Joe? We got to screw out of here!

Drive the truck, Joe. You two head 'em off around the corner.

This way, Mac.

Come on, Mac, take the lead out of it!

Mac!

Mac, old man!

Mac, listen, listen, Mac.

Come on, Joe.

Mac, old-timer. Let me see, where is it?

Never mind that.

Listen, Tom.

Will you see that they spell the name right?

Will ya?

Maybe the old lady would like to save the clippings.

Yes?

Lieutenant Majkowski's funeral

is the day after tomorrow at 2 o'clock.

Did you hear, chief? I said Lieutenant Majkowski's--

Yes.

- Poor Mac. - I never knew.

I mean... I...

If they only hadn't been hanging around.

They were covering up for you, I don't see how

you fell down on it, Ed.

Yes?

Let me know the minute those two arrive.

Just a second, chief. Oh, okay.

They're bringing them into your office right now.

- All right. - I'm no good here.

I can't think. My head feels as though it was--

You can't talk like that. Sit down.

You've got to identify them.

Here they are, chief, Abe and Joe Gorman.

The robbery squad got their record from back east.

We nabbed over at the union central

buying tickets for that 8 o'clock limited.

- Trying to lam out, eh? - That's not true.

- You're sure of these two? - I saw them both...

Full-faced as the truck came through the alley.

Ask, Ed, he can be surer than anybody.

How about it, Ed, are these the two guys?

Uh...

Oh, my head.

I can't seem to remember a thing, Jim.

I was just standing there with a newspaper

and then something hit me.

You don't remember them at all?

I got to be honest, Jim,

I can't remember a thing.

Chief, I don't know nothing about it, I'm only out

of the stir two months. I'm trying to go straight.

We'd been playing pinochle with a friend of ours

over on Aqueduct all afternoon.

You two and a friend, just the three of ya, huh?

- Yes, sir, that's right. - Playing for money?

- Yes, sir. - Gambling, eh?

Oh, friendly stakes. Light, that's all.

- Win or lose? - I lost a buck-and-a-half.

- How about you? - I dropped about 80 cents.

- How much did your friend lose? - Six bits.

Must have been some game, all three of you lost.

- Well, there was another fella-- - I don't want anymore lies!

- Got a sap, tom? - Right here.

The first one of you guys that talks gonna

save himself from getting busted to a pulp.

- Take off those cuffs. - Chief, I forget to tell you--

Yes, you forgot to tell me about hitting an officer

over the head, you forgot to tell me about shooting

a little girl down the gutter, you forgot to tell me about

killing one of the finest white men that ever lived.

Take Abe in there and see how much they can stand.

Now, listen, Jim, you haven't any proof.

All right, I got Tom's word, that's enough for me.

- You've heard of me, eh? - Yeah, I've heard of ya.

Heard I'm pretty tough, haven't ya?

Oh, I don't know about that.

Stop it! Ooh! Ah!

Well, had enough?

- Ooh! - Come on!

Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute!

Yeah, who's going to stop me?

Come on, come on!

All right. All right, I'll talk.

Yeah, we grabbed the truck, all right.

There wouldn't have been any trouble afterwards

if them bulls had kept them pushers out of it.

Everything was all set, see?

What do you mean everything was all set? Who tipped you?

Gee, I can't stand it, Jim, my head!

Who tipped you? Come on, who tipped you?

Who did this?

He did, if you want to know.

Your own brother!

How do you like that, mister?

He's off his nut, Jim!

Yeah, he planned the whole works.

He gave us a time and everything.

- Why, he even-- - Shut up!

Take him in there and get his signed confession.

It's true.

I can see it right behind your eyes.

All right, it's true. I don't care! I wanted more dough!

I wanted a promotion! You wouldn't give it to me!

- I don't care-- - Ah!

Dirty murdering crook.

Arrest Detective Fitzpatrick, charged with murder.

Extra! Extra! Extra!

Chief Fitzpatrick's brother arrested

in bank robbery slaying! Extra!

As I told you before, you went against my orders.

Sticking up a bank truck.

Why, you've gone back ten years.

Yeah, now what you gonna do about Joe and Abe?

You know, I promised them protection.

- Belmonte protection. - That's your lookout.

Let 'em fry together with that Fitzpatrick punk.

Say, wait a minute. All three are tried together?

Yeah, joint trial. The DA put that through.

If we get off Abe and Joe, we get off Ed Fitzpatrick too?

Oh, I begin to see.

What a break for me. What a break!

The chief of police thinks he can stick his nose

into my affairs, does he?

Listen, you go prepare your stuff, see?

We'll get 'em off.

Fighting Fitz tries to send up his own brother,

and Sam Belmonte gets him off.

I guess that'll show them who's the boss of this town.

You say the truck passed within

three feet of you as it went by the corner?

- Yes, sir. - Quite fast, I suppose.

- Recklessly? - Yes, sir.

- Just how fast? - Like 60, sir.

- 60 miles an hour? - Pretty near that, sir.

Going 60 miles an hour within three feet of you,

and yet you say you got a good enough look at the occupants

to identify them as those two defendants?

Well, you see, I mean...

You're not quite positive now, are you?

I... I guess I'm a little, a little confused.

Yeah. That is all.

Just a moment.

In answer to my question a few minutes ago,

you told the court that truck was not going

over 30 miles an hour in your estimation.

I guess I did.

And you stated that you positively recognized

the defendants Abe and Joe Gorman as the occupants.

Well, I...

What made you change your mind?

Answer the question. What made you change your mind?

Why...

Why, just seeing them again makes me think I'm wrong.

Up in my office before this trial started,

you told me that you were positive--

I object! I object to the district attorney

telling the witness what the witness said up in his office.

Objection sustained.

That's all.

Evelyn Greentree take the stand, please.

From the time you were hit on the head, Mr. Fitzpatrick,

how many days later was it

before your mind became actually clear again?

- About, uh... four days. - Hmm.

What conversation took place in your

brother's office the day of your arrest?

It's all a blank.

I don't remember even being there.

You have no recollection of your alleged confession?

Not a thing.

You cannot recall, the manner

in which this alleged confession was procured?

- No. - No.

I object to this line of questioning and move

to have the answer stricken from the record.

Granted. Strike it out.

This constant intimation

by council that the defendants

were forced into confession

by beating is outrageous.

My client should know...

The court and jury have heard six witnesses testify

the defendants admitted their guilt

only after normal and necessary examination.

Yes, six policeman!

And all pals of the chief of police.

Gentlemen!

This is a court of law.

The court declares a five minute recess.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

just look at that fine young man,

boyish face for his years,

and with all the honesty and openness of a boy.

Can any of us imagine him wanting to steal?

Can we imagine anyone making him do a dishonest thing?

And consider these two other defendants.

You've seen them, ladies and gentlemen,

all throughout this disgraceful trial.

Strong men smiling in the face of false accusation.

One of them, it is said, has a prison sentence behind him.

Had I that prison sentence behind me,

I would boast of it.

Why?

Why?

Because he went to jail to save the honor of a woman.

Wouldn't any of us do that?

I, as his attorney, am entrusted with the story.

Could I but tell it to you, ladies and gentleman,

you would arise in your seats and cheer him.

And can you look at those defendants

and imagine them killing anybody?

Can you honestly point to any man

and say that man would kill willingly?

And what is the only testimony introduced by the prosecution

which is worth any consideration at all?

The word of three detectives,

who although they claim to have been present

at the scene of the crime, had only likening glimpses

of the actual culprits.

And who are these three detectives?

Intimate friends of our esteemed chief of police,

Fighting Fitz,

Fighting Jim Fitzpatrick.

The strong arm!

The blundering failure!

The man who has been so baffled

in cleaning up this, our fair city,

who has been so outwitted by the real crime element

that he's imbued his whole department with one idea,

obtain convictions at any price,

make an example of someone, anybody!

He's that willing to stab

through the innocent heart of his own brother!

He's all ready to send his own brother to the electric chair!

That is my plea, ladies and gentlemen,

I beg of you that you'll bring in a verdict

which will ensure your peace of mind

in the days to come.

Silence.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

have you arrived at a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We the jury find the defendants not guilty.

Quiet!

Order in the court, order in the court.

I can far from compliment you on your verdict.

In my 15 years on the bench,

this is the worse blow I've ever seen dealt to justice.

Please don't think that I don't understand

your uncertainty in making this decision

and deplore the conditions which caused it,

but as I couldn't help

but intimate in my charge to you this morning,

you had an opportunity of laying the foundation

of a new public courage.

Now I see your hearts are made of water.

Defendants discharged.

Hey, Mike, did my brother go?

You don't think he'd wait and see you, do you?

Snap out of it, Ed, we're throwing a party for you boys.

Come on, cheer up. Come on, fellas.

There's nothing to worry about. Come on.

We're gonna have a party...

Oh.

Oh.

Is that you, Tom?

Who's there?

I...

I used my old key, Jim.

Put it on the table and get out.

Listen, Jim, I gotta talk to you, I gotta.

- Go quietly, Mary's asleep. - Oh, don't, Jim.

I couldn't stay away no matter what you think of me.

When that Michaels started pounding into you

in front of everybody all on account of me,

hitting you below the belt,

Jim, I looked over and saw your face.

Jim, you gotta listen to me.

I wanted to get up and tear his jaw off, honest.

I wanted to get up and yell the story, but I--

I... I didn't have the nerve, I didn't have it, Jim.

When a guy hasn't the strength to go straight,

he turns yellow inside.

I can't stand to think what

I've done to you, Jim, honest, I can't.

Never mind what you've done to me.

Think what you've done for Belmonte.

Coming out on top like he did tonight was all he needed.

You sold the whole town into his greasy hands.

I know. He thinks he's got it.

His mob is down at Celli's celebrating now.

It came to me there, Jim.

I couldn't stay, I sneaked out.

Yeah, and came crawling up here.

Don't you see, Jim?

It'd help me get my guts back if you'd only talk to me.

I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll go to the newspapers.

I'll tell 'em everything I know, about the trial and everything.

I'll bust Belmonte and his mugs wide open.

- I'll have him send up-- - Nah!

It's gone beyond all that.

Legal red tape, newspapers, pulling strings.

I've got to do something.

Sure, you can do something.

They're all down there celebrating, eh?

Have you got enough spine to go down to Celli's

and tell Belmonte you're going to spill him?

Yeah. But what good'll that do?

They'd have my body lying in a vacant lot in the morning.

No, they won't.

You be outside that joint in half an hour,

exactly 3:30 by that clock over the terminal building.

Right on the nose at 3:30 you walk in there

and call Belmonte's hand. I'll be right behind you.

What's on your mind, Jim?

He might get a little rattled, mightn't he?

With you ready to spill the works and a few of us

boys walking right in on top of it...

I don't know what he'd do.

Maybe he wouldn't know himself.

Maybe he might come along like he's done before,

and then again, he might not.

You mean they'd start something?

-That's it. Oh, I can't do that, Jim.

Not just because I've... I mean, there's no reason for you to--

I've got a job to do, and I'm going to do it.

- Are you in? - Am I?

Better wait till later.

Winston 4-3-6-1.

- Yes, hello. Hello? - Hello, Tom?

Oh, hello, Fitz.

You don't have to ask me that, Fitz.

With you and me, that's 12.

You think that's enough?

I know 50 more who'd like to be in on it.

No, no. The fewer the better, only what's necessary.

Will you call them?

Yes, Fitz. I'll, I'll call them.

15 minutes.

All right.

You know what this means, boys.

Most of ya got families.

You've got one too, haven't you, Fitz?

You're great guys.

Let's go.

Quiet, everybody.

Say, will you mugs shut up for a minute?

I want to introduce our guest of honor,

Mr. Fitzpatrick,

the distinguished street car conductor.

Street car conductor?

I thought he was a doorman at the Ritz!

He went to jail to save the honor of a woman!

Sammy, I want to see that Mr. Fitzpatrick.

Sure!

Ah!

Ah, that's not my Fitzpatrick.

Whoa!

Where is my Fitzpatrick?

My lucky Fitz...

Paging Mr. Ed Fitzpatrick!

Ha ha!

I'll find my...

- Hello there, Ed. - Hello, Ed.

Hooray!

Aha! There you are.

My friend, Detective Fitzpatrick.

I haven't told you how happy I am

that you did What you did, have I?

Oh!

And listen, you big tub of grease,

I've never told you what I think of you, have I?

I haven't told you I'm going to walk out of here

and spill your racket to the newspapers.

Haven't told you that I'm through with your

whole dirty murdering business.

Well!

The guest of honor.

Come in.

Belmonte, this is going to be private,

just you and your boys.

The rest of you get out!

Come on, get out of here!

- Come on, get out of here. - Come on, let's go!

Well, Belmonte, you've just heard a mouthful, haven't you?

Do you feel as though you want to come along this time?

You think a lawyer, a habeas corpus is gonna

get you anywhere after he tells your little story?

Come on over here, Ed.

No, he won't.

I know just what you've got in your sleeve, Fitzpatrick.

But don't do it, you see?

You come one step closer and I'll blow him in half.

Come on in and get 'em, Jim.

Thanks, Ed, I Will.

I, James Fitzpatrick, do solemnly swear

to uphold the constitution of the United States

and the constitution of this state

and to discharge the duties of the office

of the chief of police according to the best of my ability.