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We'll be at the airport
in about twenty minutes.

That'll put us in Las Vegas about 2:30.

We're going after Granger,
aren't we, lieutenant?

That's right.

What's the charge?

Murder.

What happens to a guy
like Granger?

I don't know.

Too much ambition maybe.

Too many brains working
in the wrong direction.

Or maybe it's glandular.

Step on it. We're late.

Carter wanted to talk.

But what could I tell him
about the real Mal Granger?

And I knew him better than most.

He was in the racing wire
service racket.

But he started out
just like anybody else.

He wasn't a criminal.

He was just a guy working
for the telephone company.

I just wish I could lay my hands on
Don Ameche for a while.

I'd teach him to invent the telephone.

I've always had a secret desire
to cross up some of these wires.

Get all the wrong people
talking to each other.

Might be interesting at that.

Oh, lady, lady.

What are you so quiet about?

Bessie's sick again.

Every time we get almost caught up,
one of the kids gets sick.

Kaplooey.

I don't see how you do it.

Take care of a wife and a couple of kids
on our dough.

I can't even handle myself
on that chicken feed.

It's tough, Mal.

If it wasn't for a couple of bets
now and then, I'd never make it.

Here.

There's twenty bucks that's not working.

No thanks, Mal. If I need it at the end
of the week, I'll let you know.

By the end of the week I may not
have it. You better take it now.

Gee, thanks, Mal.

Tessie's gonna love you for this.

Yeah? My bookie's gonna hate me.

See you at lunch.
- Right.

Forget about those daily doubles, bud.

Thanks.

Say, how about mine?
- Hello, Bill.

Six forty and twelve thirty.
Eighteen seventy I owe you.

Well, finally.

Stick with me, kid, you get nothing
but winners.

Ah, that was yesterday.

Hi Jack.
- Hi Chippie. 22.

Ought to start breaking for you soon.
A guy can't play tough luck all the time

I'll believe it when you
begin to pay off.

It'll be a pleasure. Here.

Scratch sheet on the house.

Something in there might really pay off.

Hi, Chippie.
- Hi, Mal.

How's the banking business?
- Fine.

All right, how much do I owe you?
And slug me gently, will you?

Forty even.

You ought to start playing
some chalk horses.

Too many of those long shots run out.

I don't get any bang out of those
even money payoffs.

For me, it's boxcars or nothing.

'Course this week it's nothing.

But, if you can carry me
till Saturday, little man.

Sure, Mal, anytime.

You know me, Chippie.

I don't see why a guy like you
should always be broke.

Why, if I had your...

Hey.

How about having a cup of coffee
with me?

Well, you're buying I hope.

Sure.
- All right.

Two coffees.

Right.

Say uh...

You wouldn't want to carry me
for another five, would you?

I like Big Day in the sixth at Aubrey.

Big Day?
- Yeah.

10 to 1, huh?
- Yeah.

It ain't the money, Mal, it's just that
he don't look so good.

All I can lose is five bucks
and if it wins, I break even.

How about it, Chippie?

Five straight on Big Day.

You know the only good thing
about putting bets on these?

I don't get indigestion swallowing them
every time a cop walks in.

You know, kid, if I were you,
I'd lay off the races.

That's the sucker's end of the racket.

All right, so maybe I'm losing
a customer.

But you're the kind of guy that's always
on the prowl for a fast buck.

And you're not going to make it
off the ponies.

How do you know? I might hit a streak.
Other guys have.

You're still taking the odds, Mal.

You ought to be able to turn a buck on
the side if you really need money.

Lend me a nickel, will you?

Here you are working for peanuts.

When you got something up there
that's worth a million bucks.

Yeah?

Anytime you figure a way I can
put it in the bank, I'll believe it.

You could be rolling in dough.

You got a know-how with
telephones and electronics

that's worth plenty to the right guy.

Dames, clothes, automobiles,

You could have anything you want, kid,
if you knew the right guy.

You said that before.

I know the right guy, Mal.

He needs help.

So why shouldn't you be the guy
that makes the buck?

His name is Vince Wallace.
He runs the Tri-State Press.

I'll give you a run down on him
in a minute.

I want to get your bet in
before post time.

Hello, Moe?

Chippie.

What's the last post
for the sixth at Aubrey?

4:20?

Five to win on Big Day for Mal G.

Yeah, that's all.

Well, now that I owe you another fin,
I guess I have to listen to you.

All right, what is it that I've got that
this Wallace can't leave alone?

This Tri-State is a wire service.

It furnishes bookmakers with
all the dope for every race.

Direct from the track.

Would you like to see how
the other half lives?

Yeah.

Hey.

Are they kidding?

Hello, Jake.
- Hi.

Got a man for the golden furnace.
- Okay.

I tell you the wire broke down.

Can I help it if we were late
with the prices?

Nothing but beefs.

Half the time they're so drunk
you don't know what race is going.

What can I do for you, Chippie?
- Nothing.

We're gonna do something for you.

This is Mal Granger, Vince Wallace.
- How are you?

Mal's with the telephone company.

He's smart and knows electronics.

Telephone company, huh?
- Yeah.

I'm glad to know you Granger.

Can I buy you a drink?
- No thanks. I don't drink in the daytime

I get into enough trouble without it.

Don't let him kid you.

Aside from liking the ponies,
Mal's a steady citizen.

I'm glad you came, Granger.

Ever seen a layout like this before?
- No.

I'll show you around.

A bookmaker can't exist
without race results.

Right now the only wire service in town
is my outfit.

You see that telegraph key?

That's the backbone of the whole racket.

You see, my wire service is legitimate.

There's no law against selling
this information to anybody.

Those guys are talking to
bookmakers right now.

That's live dope.

We charge them plenty.

They get a running description
of everything

that's taking place at all the tracks.

The last odds, jockey changes,
scratches, post and off time,

The actual running of the race
and the results.

All with split second timing.

Of course, some of the tracks
don't help us any but...

We've got ways of getting
the information out

whether they like it or not.

I get it.

But if it was my outfit, I wouldn't want
to rely on a one lung setup like this.

Too many things can go wrong.

You're telling me.

Come on back to the office a minute.

Close the door, Chippie.

What I want to do is expand.

That's where the real gravy lies.

Let me show you something.

Right now, there isn't a bigger outfit
in the whole state.

So, the first guy that comes along
and gives bang up results

is gonna make a hat full.

There are hundreds of bookmakers
in every one of these towns.

Los Angeles, San Francisco, Oakland,

Sacramento, Stockton, Fresno, San Diego.

Are you really hep to electronics?

I know what I'm doing.

What I need is a way to
distribute my information

all over the state at the same time.

It would cost you dough
but you could do it.

Did you ever hear of relay amplifiers?

Relay amplifier?

Yeah, that's a new gadget that was
developed so people in different cities

could listen in to a telephone
conference at the same time.

Could you set one up for me so it would
work right out of L.A.?

Oh, sure.

You could run wires right out of this
basement to any city you wanted.

Then the bookies in the other cities
could get the results

just like the guys
in the next room here.

Good.

I'd get rid of that telegrapher and
set up a teletype system.

Then you have a guy at a microphone
broadcast the results

just like a regular news broadcast
from a radio station.

Get the equipment and
set it up for me like that

and it's worth $125 a week to you.

Just as technical man
to keep it running.

I'll make it a hundred and fifty.

Is it a deal?

I always knew there was some way
to beat the races.

That'll do for now.
- Good.

One of you guys better count
your fingers. Hello, Chippie.

Sorry to be late, Vince. There was
a little trouble at the bank.

They didn't like some of those checks.

More bum checks, huh?

Mal Granger, Trudy Maxwell.

How are you?
- Hi.

He's going to put in
a few improvements around here.

You mean like fresh air?
I'm beginning to feel like a termite

working out of this basement
all the time.

Yeah, you could stand
a little air conditioning.

When I have time, you might give me
your ideas on the subject.

You've got a new approach.

First guy I ever met that made
air conditioning sound like etchings.

I've got things to do, Mal

You'll start work tomorrow, huh?
The faster, the better.

You can say that again.
Nice to have met you, Vince.

It was my pleasure.

Goodbye.
- So long.

That's a good dinner, isn't it?

The steaks are delicious.

And to think, three hours ago
I was a wage slave.

You ought to get rid of that.
- Uh-uh.

I still can't figure out why you
quit the phone company.

Honey, I got to thinking.
Are telephones here to stay?

Sure, they're here to stay.
You were doing fine with the company.

I was already beginning
to make a few plans.

Yeah? What kind of plans?

You know. I thought maybe
after your next raise...

Honey, there's nothing wrong
with your plans.

You just got the wrong guy.
- What do you mean?

You just hang on to your plans, baby,
but let go of me.

How are your plans...for tonight?

Hey.

What are they doing here?

Excuse us.

This is another one of Vince's angles.

He runs a check cashing service
for bookmakers.

He's sharp, all right.

I'm telling you right now,
I won't discount any more

checks at the old rate.

If you want to duck income tax,
you get eighty cents on a buck

for every stiff and no more.

It's not that, Vince.

He can't keep up the payments
on the 3,000 you advanced him.

It ain't my fault, Mr. Walters.

I only borrowed that dough because I
went overboard. I couldn't pay off.

So what? I want my dough
and the interest.

If you can't keep up your payments,
I'll cut you off the service.

If you do that, I'm out of business.

I gotta have that service, Mr. Walters.

If you could only give me a little time.

I'll give you one week.

Thanks, Mr. Walters, thanks. I'll...
- Get out.

For ten percent interest,
you have to expect a little trouble.

We got 3,600 in stiffs yesterday.

Yes, but you can't make any dough
playing handball with rubber checks.

I want to see a girl about a boy.

I was feeling a little corny just now
and couldn't resist coming over

to tell you what a small world
I think it is.

Oh yes, you're new little boy we hired

to string wires up around the place.
- That's right.

I'm also very good at filling in
when people's dates don't show up.

Mine always do.

I'm sure they do. But I thought maybe
you had a daughter around my age.

What do you want?

We're getting up a game
of hopscotch tonight and

could you play on my side?

You're wasting your breath, Granger.

Trudy's all business.
Believe me, I know.

You sound like an adding machine.
- Hello, Mr. Walters.

I only dropped over
because I had an idea.

Chippie tells me that Trudy
works the races for you.

And I thought maybe I ought to go
out there with her and uh...

See just what the setup is.

You can do that later.

For the first few weeks you're
gonna have enough to do

wiring up that new system.

Well, I'm uh...I'm glad
we had this little talk.

How are you, lieutenant?

Hello, Wright.

Thanks for requesting me for your squad.

Sit down.

Where do I start?

You have a reputation of being a guy
nobody can approach.

That's why I asked for you when
they gave me the gangster squad.

You can start by checking up
on the bookie racket.

They've been having things
their own way too long.

There's one outfit in particular.

They call themselves the
Libertt Finance Company.

That's all we have on them so far.

There was enough there to convince me

that the Libertt Finance Co.
was the front

for one of California's largest
bookmaking organizations.

We didn't know then that Vince Walters'
Tri-State Wire Service

was actually behind it.

And that Mal Granger
was the technical brains.

His improvements ran the daily take
up to staggering figures.

They're on the track in Chicago
and ready to go.

Where's Vince?
- In Mal's workshop.

And there they go. They're ready
in Chicago at 36 1/2

It's a switch on those
walkie-talkie radios, huh?

That's right and miniature.

If it works.
- It'll work.

He receives me
through this hearing aid, see?

And the amplifier and microphone become
a transmitter

and that's how he gets back at me.

His cane here serves as an aerial.

Pop, just keep that ring
right on the metal band, will you?

The only trouble we might get into

is if a federal monitor car
picked up his frequency.

Then they could triangulate the beam.
How does that feel, Pop?

Fine, fine. However I must say
that I feel utterly ridiculous

being wired for sound.

Still the erector set kid, huh?

Well, why work when
electricity will do it for you?

There's things it hasn't been able
to do for me.

Mal wants to try out this new
gadget today, Trudy.

I thought maybe you'd better take him
out to the track with you.

Show him how you work.

Things have getting
a little hot out there.

It'll be my pleasure.

Madame.

Eight on top.

Twelve.

Two and a half.

Eight.

Two.

and twenty on the bottom.

All set, Pop.

Let's test it once from the grandstand.

Officer, can you tell me
where the coffee shop is?

Right over the grandstand.

I say, officer...

You're just the man I was looking for.

My eyesight isn't too good.

I wonder.

Could you give me
the odds on this race?

Sure. Number 1, 8 to...

Number 1, 8 to 1,

Number 2, 12 to 1,

Number 3, 5 to 2,

Number 4, 5 to 2,

Number 5, 8 to 1,

Number 6,

2 to 1,

Number 7, 20 to 1,

Thank you, sir, thank you.
- Don't mention it.

This is the life, Sonny.

You put horses and radio together,
what do you get? Nothing but money.

You mean Vince's got it.

We're just a couple of hired hands.

I don't see him cutting you in.

That's because I'm the shy type.
I haven't asked him yet.

When the time comes, he'll put out.

About time for those dogs to get going.

Hey, they got Trudy.

The pigs just grabbed her.
They're taking her away.

Hey, Pop, take over.
They just pinched Trudy.

Sonny.

You see, child? You're dated.

From now on, the wire service
is strictly Superman stuff.

What happened?

They gave me the old heave-ho.

Warned me never to darken
their track again.

I guess that washes me up.

You don't know anybody who needs
a slightly used signaler, do you?

I'll put an ad in the paper for you.

I'm afraid I'm too much of a specialist.

Guess I should have married the boy
whose father owned the supermarket.

Uh-uh. I'm allergic to that word
if you don't mind.

Supermarket?
- No, marriage.

Makes me break out in a rash.

Don't worry. I won't be around long
enough to start you scratching.

Maybe you ought to stick around. Maybe
we can find something else for you to do

We?
- That's right, we.

You sound like someone who thinks he's
going someplace.

I'm not one to brag but...
Why don't you stick around and find out?

Might be interesting at that.

Look, Ma, one hand.

Keep calm, little man. Keep calm.

You sure it's all right to try it here?
Suppose the cops saw us?

All we're doing is using
their wire fence for an aerial.

If it works here,
it'll work at the racetrack.

This is a low frequency transmitter,
Vince.

I'm saving it for the day they
crack down on Pop.

With the dough I put into this stuff,
I could own a radio station.

With the dough you're making,
you could buy a network.

Let's have your leg, Chippie.

Hope you don't get electrocuted.

Always kidding...I hope.

Hey, what's that?

That spring needle sets up the circuit.

The wires on your leg run
to a low frequency carrier transmitter.

The batteries are in that case.

We put this telegraph key
in your right pants pocket.

I'm left-handed.
All right. Your left pants pocket.

Now all you gotta do is
make like a telegrapher.

Come on.

Now...

When he leans against this wire fence,
he's a walking radio station.

Of course, at the track, he'll have
all of these gadgets under his clothes.

I still don't get
all of this electrical stuff.

What I want to know is
how do we pick him up.

That's what we got the car for.

It's rigged to pick up his signals.

The car keeps circling the track
while he broadcasts.

Then they phone the dope to you.
Want to try it, Vince?

Let's go.

You sure got the angles, Mal.

If it was anybody but Vince,
he'd give you part of the take.

He'll cut me in, Chippie.

I got him by the short hairs right now.

I think they're ready. Start sending.

Here's hoping.

Don't worry. It'll work.

Believe me, I know.

I was down here myself and tried it
last night. Come on.

Nice wine, nice lunch, nice girl.

Nice day.

That seems to cover everything.

What's so special about today?

I don't know. Days are like people.

They have a kind of personality
of their own.

Take today, for instance. I like today.

Any reason?

I got a hunch it's liable to be
lucky for me.

Yep, I think today's my lucky day.

Excuse me.

Mr. Granger, something's gone sour
at the track.

The wires have gone dead.
Every book in town's been calling.

Even I can't get through.
The phones are swamped.

I've been afraid of something like this.

I think things will just have to
work themselves out.

But, Mr. Granger...
- You heard me.

This wouldn't have anything to do with
being your lucky day, would it?

Like arranging to have Pop picked up?

Why would I want to do
anything like that?

You say the FCC picked him up?

Well, hold everything.
I'll get Granger right on it.

He's got another way of
handling the track.

Where's Mal?

He took Trudy to lunch
over at the Blue Boar.

Get him on the phone right away.
- Yes, sir.

Wire's down.

Wire trouble. Keep it closed.

Rocco?

Put Granger on.

Wire trouble...

Mal, what kind of an outfit you think
I'm running around here anyhow?

Get over here. We're in trouble.

You'd like it better
if I came there, huh?

Why, for two cents I'd...

All right. I'll be right over.
Wait in Rocco's office for me.

Well, get it up. We've got a lot
of work to do.

You've got to get a man out to the track
with that new equipment.

They knocked off Pop today.

You can quit shouting, Vince.
I heard you.

But maybe you didn't hear me right.

I'm not taking the new stuff
out to the track.

So that's the way it is, huh?

Okay, I'll get somebody else
to take it out.

Not with my equipment, you won't.
I've already taken it out of the shop.

I know it was your money but it was my
brains that made you that dough.

You think you can hijack me

just because I gave a telephone
company sucker a break?

Get smart, Vince.

Ever since I hooked up your outfit
all over the state,

you've been rolling in cabbage
and I know it.

Your take is five times what it was.

But to keep it that way,
you gotta keep me.

And if I don't?

I've handled guys like you before.
You better think that over.

I don't have to.

You never got rid of anything or anybody
that could make you a buck.

With that new equipment,
I can get a lot of guys to finance me.

Your books are gonna be looking around
for a new service.

So, as of right now,
you're out of business.

What do you want?

Twenty percent of your take
from everything.

That still leaves you 80%.

That's better than 100% of nothing.

Okay.

Thanks.

Hello, Syd? Mal.

You know that new show
down at the Biltmore?

Yeah.

Any chance you can get me a couple
for tonight up front?

You can?

That's swell, thanks.

Nice guy, that Syd.

During the next three months,
the gangster squad knocked off

all the bookies it could find.

But they popped up like rats
in another hole.

By then, I knew the only way
to drive them out of business

was to crack down on the
Tri-State Wire Service.

But so far, they were within the law.

One thing I was certain of

The bookmakers were paying off
to the service at a drive-in.

We had these small fry marked for arrest

but it was the big shots we were after.

I staked out the place for a few days
looking the boys over.

And I found that Mal Granger was
beginning to throw his weight around.

Lemon.
- Yeah.

Apple?

Hello, Red.

Things are going all right
with you guys, huh?

Stick with us and every night
will be Saturday night.

So long, fellas.
- Right.

We couldn't make it any faster
if printed it ourselves.

You picked a winner the day
you tied up with me, Chippie.

You said it.

Just think of you wasting your time
with the telephone company

and me fooling around with two-bit book.

Where is it?

It's kind of light.

They hit me again yesterday, Mal.
Two grand.

I had to pay off right then, or else.

That's your tough luck.

You better have the rest of
what you owe Walters in here.

Plus the interest.

Do you think I like owing him money?

I'll try to make the rest of it
next week.

No soap, Weiss.

You get it up by 3 this afternoon
or you're out of business.

Walters will be waiting for you
at the office.

I want the dough, Weiss,
and I want it now.

You've had five months
and you still haven't paid off.

I've done the best I could.
But at 10% interest I...

I've only got a little book,
Mr. Walters.

You haven't got that now.

You're through, Weiss.

You can't do that.

I got a wife, two kids.
I gotta keep going.

You can't do that!

Why don't you watch what you're doing?

A wife and two kids, huh, Weiss?

There are a couple of boys in town
I might speak to about them.

How would you like to have the wife
and two kids worked over, Weiss?

You can't do that.

I won't let you.

I won't let anyone.

He got right past me. Went right...

Somebody better call an ambulance.

He won't need an ambulance.

Weiss was found as suicide in his car
on Kingsley Road, Granger.

Maybe that's why you don't want to talk.

Can I help it
if Weiss bumped himself off?

I told you he was crazy
when he was in the office.

He even took a shot at me.

Why did he come to your office?

He wanted to see Walters about a loan.

He said his book had been hit
and he needed some money.

From what his wife tells us,
you were already bleeding him.

He'd been paying Walters off for months.

I don't know anything about that.
I just work there.

What's the gangster squad
have on Granger?

Not too much.

The word's around town that he owns
a piece of Tri-State himself.

We saw you talking to Weiss this morning
at the drive-in stand.

What is that about?

Nothing.

He just asked me
when he could see Walters.

That's all for now, Granger.

If I want you again, I'll call you.

Granger.

With Walters gone, it looks like you're
going to be Mr. Big over at Tri-State.

If you're smart, you'll get out now.

You know, they all end up like Walters.

Quite an improvement for a guy who
didn't even have a change of overalls.

Yeah, you like them?

All depends on
what you're going to put inside them.

What kind of crack is that?

I just wonder if you're the same guy
I used to know.

Just the same except for money
in my pockets instead of wire,

tailored suits instead of overalls.

I hope you and your wardrobe
will be very happy.

On the way out, tell the cook to send me
some orange juice and coffee.

Yes, master.

Have you an appointment? Mr. Granger's
only seeing bankers these days.

What's eating her?

I used to think you two cooked up
a little deal between you.

Trudy's pretty sold on you.

I know, but that's not for me.

Some guys were meant to be single.

I hope I never fall in love, Chippie.

It's only asking for trouble.

That love business is
strictly storybook stuff.

What I got to tell you
ain't no storybook stuff.

The bookies are screaming about you
hiking the price of the service.

They say you're murdering them.

They can afford it.

They gotta deal with me
or they're out of business.

Why should I give those guys
a free ride?

I ain't forgetting what you done for me.

But somebody's gotta tell you.

Maybe you're getting a little too
successful for your own good.

Right now, you've got all of California
tied up and everybody knows it.

Get too big and those big guys back east
move in. You know what that means.

Relax, will you? I'll do the worrying
for this outfit.

Maybe that's one thing
you never thought of...

Maybe I'm big enough for the big boys.

Mal didn't know it.

But the national syndicate was already
eyeing his operation.

Their headquarters was in
an office building in Cleveland.

They had impressive offices
and they should.

Last year, more than $8 billion was bet
with bookmakers in this country.

More than the combined earnings
of 25 of our largest corporations.

And the National Wire Service got
a big slice of that $8 billion racket.

Ghastly stuff.

If I hadn't picked up this duodenal
worrying about our affairs,

I'd be able to eat like a man
instead of a kitten.

What about Jake Miller?

Anyone looked over the Florida accounts?

I have.

He was socking down on us all right.

Took us for $43,000 entering bets
on winners for himself.

That's bad, very bad.

The man can't trust his own clients.

How long has he been with us?

Five, six years.

He's been screaming ever since we cut
ourselves in for part of his book.

That's unfortunate.

Particularly so if word
got around that he

took this money without any retaliation.

Some of the other bookies
might get the same idea.

Are we agreed?

All right, Steve, I'll leave it to you.

You know some people
in Miami, don't you?

What does he get?

I think he's a very sick man.

I don't believe he'll ever get well.

I'll see that he doesn't.

About California, Carl, I have
the data on Granger.

Walters was knocked off
about a year ago.

Granger took over the Tri-State service.

This year, he'll clear
about a million two.

That isn't so much. I though the whole
state was dancing to his tune.

It is but this is piker stuff.

This is just the take from
the wire service alone.

If we were to move in on him,

set up a whole operation.

That would be a nice venture.

I've always thought we should do
something about the Pacific coast.

It's ridiculous that this syndicate
has never gone past Kansas City.

What would you suggest?

Let me look Granger up.

Nothing too exciting. Just a little
suggestion he might find it more

profitable to come in with us.
That sort of thing.

Very good.

But I've already had Granger looked up.

I'm sure you'll show him
that in the long run

no one man has ever been able to keep

the wire service
as a personal enterprise.

By the way, I uh...

I'm leaving for Palm Springs
myself next week.

Why don't you go down ahead
and look Granger over?

And Larry...

Take the wife along.

She might like southern California.

How long have you been here?

About two hours.

Why do you suppose I've been sitting
with you that long?

Maybe because you sort of like me?

And I kind of like you.

That's what you think, is it?
Well, I'll tell you the truth.

All day I've been feeling like a rat.

For a long time I've been feeling
like a rat.

This afternoon I felt like talking to
someone who spoke my own language.

And that's you.

A great, big,

good looking rat.

You need another drink?

Who doesn't?

You're going to get a great shock
when my husband shows up.

He's even a bigger rat than you are.

You're a little tight.

But very sweet.

And you haven't got a husband.

Hasn't she?
- Darling.

This is my husband, Mr...

I'm sorry, I...

I didn't get the name.

You never do.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

You ought to pick them a little tougher.

The one I have is tough enough.

How did the meeting go?

Is Carl still living on milk?

Carl's all right.

Maybe he sees a lot of things I don't.

How would you like a little trip
to the coast, baby?

I'd love it.

I've always wanted to live
in Beverly Hills.

Hello, Tim. What's the matter?
You still look down in the dumps.

And for good reason. Things ain't so
good with some of us boys

since you upped the prices.

Come on, Tim, you're doing fine.
You can afford it.

They tell me you're Mal Granger.
I'm Larry Mason.

Could I have a word with you?

What are you doing way out here?

Came to see a ball game.
- Hope you enjoy it.

I also had another reason for coming.
I thought you and I could have a talk.

That's a long way to come
without being sure.

You should have written me first.

The mail belongs to the government.

I don't trust much of my business
with the government.

How about watching the game with me?

Sorry, I got some people inside
waiting for me.

How about after the game?
- I got a date.

What have you got against
talking things over?

Nothing except I already know
what you're going to talk about.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
- That's all right.

Well, are we going?

Gail, this is Mal Granger. My wife.

Hello.
- Well, hello.

Sure you won't change your mind
about joining us?

She's very pretty but I already told you
I got people inside waiting.

What about cocktails tomorrow
at my place?

I'm not too far from poverty
to accept a free drink.

All right, 7 o'clock. I'll give you
the address.

Don't bother. I knew when you
got in town and where you're living.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Oh uh...

Nice meeting you, Mrs. Mason.
- Thank you.

Nice layout you got here, Larry.

You must be figuring on staying.

Been thinking of going
into business out here.

Win anything on the game last night?

I don't gamble anymore.

Why should you when you've already got
a sure thing?

While I'm here, I'd like to look over
that setup of yours.

I hear that for an independent operation
it's right up to the minute.

For a guy that's only been in town for
a couple of days, you've heard a lot.

Thanks, I don't show it anymore.
It's top secret.

No reason why it should be, is there?

After all, I'm in the same business.
We might compare methods.

As a matter of fact, I might even have
a proposition for you.

Thanks, I'm not in the market
for any propositions right now.

I like things the way they are.

A man never lost any money
just listening.

Could make him a wad of dough and save
him a lot of trouble at the same time.

If you don't come in with us, you might
run into some other outfit

that wouldn't be so cooperative.

Really?

I thought your syndicate was the only
one big enough to operate on that scale.

But you're wasting your time.

If you wanted to talk business,

you should have sent Carl Stevens.

I only deal with the top man.

I'm not exactly an office boy myself.

But if that's the way you feel.

Must you two talk business all evening?

Tell me about Palm Springs.

Larry and I are going down there
this weekend.

There isn't much doing there
now that the season's over.

But if you want a lot of rest
and some sun.

Not too much rest.

I like to keep moving, don't I, Larry?

It's all we've been doing
since we were married.

Don't have a chance to think
too much then.

Maybe that's why she keeps me broke
buying clothes. Just something to do.

Carl's down at Palm Springs right now.

Why don't you come down with us
this weekend and meet him?

Perhaps Mr. Granger wouldn't like it.

With the season over, he might not find
anything interesting to do.

I don't know. I think I might find it
very interesting.

Things have got a little dull
around here anyhow.

Maybe I'll take you up on that.

Sure you won't have something, Gail?

Nothing right now, thanks.

More medicine.

I don't know how you two
can just eat like that.

I've taken the very best care of myself.

And that's my reward.

I haven't had a decent night's sleep
since I got here.

Maybe you're taking on
too much business, Carl.

You ought to take it easy, relax.

We're always geared
to take on more business.

Oh now, Larry.

Mal has every reason to wonder
at our sudden interest in him.

Haven't you, Mal?
- Hm?

It is attractive here, isn't it?

Yeah.

You should think about going in with us.

We don't want to move in on you.

We want to cut you in as a full partner.

I'm not interested in
getting any bigger, thanks.

I like things the way they are.

But you might run into trouble
at any minute.

We're prepared to handle that for you.

Like the law or some undesirable element
wanting to cut in.

We can handle that.

Give you and the service
full protection.

I haven't had any trouble so far.

But if it comes,
I think I can handle it.

It's more than giving you
just protection.

It's cutting you in on profits
you never dreamed of.

Suppose something went sour
here on the coast.

You'd be getting a share
from our other outlets.

You might well call it an annuity.

What is your offer anyway?

A very handsome one.

You would still retain
a half interest in Tri-State.

And also receive a fair share of our
profits throughout the country.

If you have an attorney
you'd care to consult...

Thanks, I'm my own attorney.

I'll think about it.

I'm gonna get cleaned up.

I'll see you.

I wouldn't be too hasty.

Things are working out
exactly as I planned.

That's plenty, Mac.

Yes, sir.

Here you are. Keep the change.
- Thank you, sir.

A girl could get awfully drunk
looking in every bar around town for you

Anything wrong with that?

Is it all right if I sit down?

Why not?

Have a drink?

I'll have a double.

Double what?

Double yours.

Hey, Mac.
- Yes, sir?

Do it twice.
- Okay.

You must like this stuff.

No, not especially.

I like what I see
in the bottom of the glass.

Getting away from it all, huh?

Just from myself.

Let's dance.

Sure.

The boys seem pretty certain of me.

They decided long ago.

What about you?

You could have saved yourself
a lot of trouble.

I've already decided to go in with them.

How could that save me trouble?

This is all part
of the buildup, isn't it?

Beautiful girl, soft music, hard drinks.

Oh, sure.

I'm the prize you win if you throw
the ring over the right peg.

Yeah?

I don't know if I can afford to buy
a chance. Or are you giving them away?

Gail, wait a minute.

I was out of line.

Gail, please.

I had you figured all wrong.

I'm sorry.

We all make mistakes.

Anyway, I did tell you that I'd gone out
looking for you.

And there is a guy named Larry.

Let's call that my mistake.

My big one.

You know,

You don't look as though you...

Well as though you...

Belong to a big shot in the syndicate?

Yeah.

What do I look like?

Like someone who went to
one of those smart girl's schools.

You know, belong to the
country club set.

I did.

Until I met Larry.

Innocent young girl taken in
by smooth talking stranger?

No, I knew all about him.

But you see, I'd never know anyone
like him before.

Probably would have gotten over it if
my family hadn't raised such a fuss.

Is this really important to you?

You're important to me.

Come on.

Hi, Pete.

What do you know, George?
- Nothing much, Tim.

Say Tim, what's this all about?

I don't know but I don't like it.

Why should Granger bring all the
bookies together

unless he's going to slip us
some more bad news?

He picked a good place for it all right.
A gas works yet.

Sorry to be late, men, but I got tied up
in a meeting with my new partners.

That's right.

That's why I called this
meeting here today.

Right in the same gas house
where Vince Walters

first organized the Tri-State
Wire Service.

We've all come a long way since then
and we're going to go a lot further.

I just made a deal with the National
Press Service.

How do you like that?

...right in the neck.
- That's right, the big boys.

Carl Stevens, Larry Mason, Joe Gish

and Steve Marshak.

This is Larry Mason standing
right over here.

He's gonna tell you what the new deal
is all about.

We want all you boys to get together
in a little protective association.

We've got some trouble coming up here
and the syndicate's

prepared to handle it for you.

It'll take a little juice,
a little money in the right places.

But we'll see that you get
a buck's worth of protection

for every dollar you put out.

And by forming a protection association,

we can handle it in a businesslike way.

With our money?

Suppose we don't want to join?

You'll change your minds when
you've heard the play-by-play.

I don't know if you men know anything
about the politics in this state,

but if you don't, you should.

Right now up in Sacramento,
there's a bill to legalize bookies.

If that happens,
we're all out of business.

The state will be taking our gravy.

We've not only got to whip that.

But we've got to out box the governor's
new crime commission.

Those guys can't be bought.
So, if you want to stay in business,

You're gonna have to pay for it.

'Cause it'll cost money

for a lobby of our own.
- How much?

We're not going to have any hike
in the price of the wire service.

All we're asking is 20% of every book.

He's out of his mind!
- He'll make us broke in no time!

Now wait a minute.

Nobody is forcing you to join.

But if you don't...

The wire service can only take care
of its own customers.

Count me out.
- Me too.

I've had enough!

I'm glad to see
the rest of you guys are smart.

I've got all your phone numbers.

If you want to join up,

let the men at the door
know as you go out.

Press the buzzer, Pop.

Get out of here, all of you.

You're not going to get away with this!

The bookmakers were no match for the
strong-arm tactics of the hoodlums.

To stay in business, they had to
submit to every demand for tribute.

The west coast soon became
one of the syndicate's richest assets.

Mal Granger had come a long way
from the telephone company.

Here, you can take care of these things
for me.

I got to go over to the Masons' anyway.

You don't spend much time
on business anymore.

Why should I? The business takes
care of itself.

And, I've got you to count up
the money for me.

That's what I have been doing, Mal,
and it doesn't add up right.

Add it up again.
Maybe you misplaced a decimal.

Me or somebody else did.

You're supposed to be getting
a 50-50 break, aren't you?

That's right.

The syndicate took over
six hundred thousand last month.

You got one hundred forty six thousand.

That's not even 70-30, Mal.

Let me see that again.

They wouldn't do that to me
in my own town.

Wouldn't they though.

Remember they insisted on having
their own runners?

Where did you get those figures?

The bookies trust me, Mal.
They wanted you to see them.

They figured if you knew

you were being taken like they were,
you'd do something about it.

I'm going to have a long talk
with somebody right now.

Do you think she could do anything
about it?

What do you mean, "she"?

That's not the only trouble
you're in, Mal.

Larry Mason isn't exactly stupid,
you know.

You're a little bit out of line,
aren't you?

I know, kid.

He's not the same guy.

But maybe he'll come around.
It's worth waiting for.

Do you want to lay odds on that?

Hi, Mal.

I look a little different, don't I?

The boys did a good job on me.

I guess I have to learn the hard way.

Mal, if you could stake me to a fresh
bankroll so I can open up again,

I'll go along with you all the way.
Will you give me a chance?

You had your chance, Tim. You better get
yourself a new racket.

I got troubles enough of my own.

I'm sorry, Larry, you'll just have to
take off without me.

I don't feel athletic today.

Maybe you'd rather go down to Malibu
and build sandcastles.

That's right, make yourself
right at home.

Maybe you didn't come to see me.
- I came to see you, all right.

I got a message for you and Carl.
You can get yourselves a new partner.

You sound like things
are tough all over.

Better let me buy you a cup of coffee.
- Never mind the coffee.

All right, what is it?

You know what it is.

My agreement called for
a 50-50 cut out here.

I got the figures that prove that all
I'm getting is about 30% to your 70.

There are certain expenses
we have to allow for.

And what if the figures
don't all check out?

You're averaging $45,000 a month more

than you were you when
you came in with us.

I don't care what I'm averaging.
My agreement was for 50-50.

If I don't get it, I walk out.

It'll be interesting to see
how you do it.

I've seen a few people try. But somehow,
they never seem to make it.

No, Mal, you're in.

You came along for the ride
and I'm afraid you're with us

till the end of the line.

You better have that coffee.
You look all upset.

What's the matter, darling? Something's
been bothering you, hasn't it?

It's funny.

I was supposed to be a smart girl.

Played everything for laughs.

Now I'm frightened.
- Of what?

What might happen to you.

Nothing's gonna happen to me.

I'll play along with these jokers
until I can grab what they owe me.

Then we'll light out for keeps.

Nobody's ever been able to
walk out on them, Mal.

There's got to be a first time
for everything.

We found that out, haven't we?

Yes.

He was building up
to the payoff right then.

All Granger needed was a shove.

It came along a lot sooner
than he expected.

It came the next Friday night
at the Legion Stadium.

Hello, Larry.

Didn't know you liked the fights.

Me? I'm crazy about them.

Particularly when I get in for free.

I found a ticket on Gail's dresser.

She told me she'd never seen a fight
so I sent her a ticket.

If I'd known you were coming,
I'd have made it a pair.

Sure you would, Mal.

Peanuts?
- No thanks.

A fight's not the fights
without peanuts.

Hey, the kid in blue tights isn't too bad.
Gail would have got a kick out of him.

Maybe you didn't hear. She had
a little accident this afternoon.

Accident? When? What happened?

Fell down some stairs.

Hurt her jaw and nose.

Got kind of a black eye too.

Doctor thought she'd better spend
the night in Hollywood Hospital.

Stairs, huh? Were you around
when it happened?

What a punch.

That kid's really got it.

Sure, I was around.

I figured maybe Gail was just tired.

Not watching what she was doing.

She's been getting around too much.

Maybe she doesn't like the way
she's been living.

Maybe that's why she gets around
so much.

Could be.

Who's been spoiling her, Mal?

Drive-ins, little bars places like this.

You shouldn't do things like that
for a dame.

Especially if she doesn't belong to you.

Only a minute now.
I'm going to give you a sedative.

Mal.

It was a good fight.

But I'm afraid I underrated my opponent.

I'd like to see him pick on someone
his own size.

No, it wouldn't help.

It would only end in a killing.

If they killed you, I'd die with you.

I can't stand around
and let this happen.

Every time I'm not with you,
I'll be afraid...

No, Mal.

I don't care about
what Larry does to me.

But I do care about you.

If anything happened to you.
- What am I supposed to do?

Just sit here and relax?

Right now, we've got to pretend
we never felt this way.

Mal, you've got to keep coming
to the house as if nothing happened.

Will you?

Sure.

Sure, I'll come around.

Maybe things will handle themselves.

Remember the old gag?

Time wounds all heels?

Want to see me, Mr. Granger?

Yeah. Sit down.

I was feeling kind of lonesome tonight.

Matter of fact,
I'm feeling very lonesome.

I thought you had many friends.
Only the other day I...

Sure.

I know a lot of people.

But they're not the right sort.

I need to meet one man, Rocco.

One man who can do me a lot of good.

Who is this man?
- I said I don't know him.

But I need a man for a job.

A tough job.

Surely, Mr. Granger, you know
many such men.

I also need a stranger.

Someone who doesn't know me.

Or anyone in my business.

Well uh...

Maybe you need a new sport coat.

Sport coat?
- Yeah.

I know a place where the tailoring
is exceptional. The material the best.

A place in Beverly Hills called Gizzi.

Gizzi.

Gizzi's from Victoria. They just opened
up. I know him real well.

His father and my father came
from the old country together.

Gizzi.

Absolutely reliable.

Satisfaction guaranteed.

Just tell him I sent you.

Thanks, Rocco.

If you want something, come back
in an hour. The clerk's out to lunch.

Are you Gizzi?
- Yeah.

I'd like to talk to you about
a special job of tailoring.

I don't do no special jobs.

Everything here is plainly marked.

If you like the price, buy it.
If you don't, go someplace else.

Even a friend of Rocco's?

Rocco, huh?

Nice goods.

You got a lot of nice merchandise here.

The best.

You like the way it fits?

Sure. Looks good to me.

What's this special job, friend?

Say...

No wonder your coats are so expensive.

Look what I found in the pocket.

Five thousand dollars.

I like them better with
ten thousand in them.

Then the customer is very satisfied.

Maybe I better try on another coat.

Cold for you out here, Gail?
Why don't you get yourself a wrap?

I'm very comfortable, thanks.

We haven't all been together
for a long time, Mal.

What gave you the idea tonight?

I thought I'd better let
bygones be bygones.

Besides I...

I could use a little gin money.

Smartening up huh, boy?

That's more like it.

I'll still show you that I can
beat you at anything.

Well, I deal.

Just giving him a little break.

Dollar a point?

Don't want to make it too tough on you.

But even at a buck a point,
the way you play gin I could retire.

So, I'll help you retire.

I could use a little luck, Gail.
Why don't you sit next to me?

Are you sure you want my advice?

Sure, go ahead. With you kibitzing he's
a cinch to wind up buying me a new car.

If I draw another card like that,
I'll think something's crooked.

You can count on it.

I have to make a living some way.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

I'm very sorry.

How clumsy can you be.
We better get some water on that.

No, it's nothing, Mal.

No, come on, we'll fix it.

Stay here.

The first time it's ever happened to us.

To others, yes but...

Never to us.

How did you make out with the police?

They sweated me for eight hours.

When they found out I didn't
know anything, they had to let me go.

They just told me not to leave town.

They even questioned me.

That's bad. Very bad.

The public should never even be aware
that there is a wire service.

Lucky you spilled that drink.

I guess Gail was lucky too.

Everyone but Larry.
- Yeah.

I guess you never know, do you?

Still can't figure out who would want
to kill him though.

Unless it was one of those bookies
he batted around.

I don't think so.
It was too carefully planned.

We still have our everyday problems.

We'll all have a little talk. Real soon.

Don't feel that everything
has just ended, my dear.

If the police...

Can't discover Larry's murderer,
we will.

And when we do,

there'll be another funeral.

Are you sure you told me everything?

I thought you were the girl who knew
all the answers.

Please, Mal.

I didn't have anything to do with it.

You have to believe me.

Guess I have to.

I want to, Mal.

Come on.

I have to get out of this house, Mal.

Every minute is like waiting for it
to happen again.

It won't happen again. Not to us.

I'll find you another place to live.

Maybe you ought to go
to Palm Springs for a while.

I want to get away from
the whole business, Mal.

Not just the house, everything.

I just want to be with you.
- You'll be with me.

But I can't cut away now.

They still owe me plenty
from that 70-30 chiseling.

Six months is all I need to make those
guys pony up every cent they owe me.

And when you get that, you'll want more.

Another six months, another year.

But I'd be a sucker to walk out now.

Money's the answer to everything.

Is it?
- Sure.

Hello, Trudy.

Chippie said you wanted to see me.

That's right. You haven't been
around much lately.

Anything wrong?

No, not with me.

Nothing wrong with the business either.

I'm declaring a dividend.

No thanks, Mal, I don't want
any part of it.

Is that why you haven't dragged down
your last couple of week's salary?

That's why.

What for? It's money, isn't it?

This money has a peculiar smell to it.

One I don't like.

Looks like things have changed, Trudy?

That's right, Mal, things have changed.

Some of the changes,
I'm not so crazy about either.

Maybe it's just some of the people.

You're not nailed to the job.
You can quit any time you like.

That's what I was thinking.
How do you resign around here?

I'll save you the trouble. You're fired.

Any more questions?

No, I guess you've answered
everything, Mal.

Good.

Mal Granger in?
- Who wants him?

Just tell him the man who sold him
the suit. That's all you have to say.

He's pretty busy. What do you want?

Like I said. Just tell him the man
who sold him the suit.

All right, wait here.

Okay, he'll see you.

How are you, Mal?
You're kind of a tough guy to see.

Must be pretty busy these days.

No busier than usual.
What's on your mind?

It's like this...

A man always likes to hear a good word
about his work.

That job I did for you
turned out pretty good, huh?

Everybody says
you're a real big shot now.

A big wheel in the syndicate.

So?

So I figure a big wheel
has gotta go out more.

If you are, you gotta dress up.

Maybe you need some more suits, huh?

I got all the clothes
I can use right now.

Say you put up 25 G's.

For a new wardrobe.

Then you'd look good
no matter what comes up.

I can't afford it. It's too expensive.

It'd be a good buy.

I might take a trip back

to the old country for 3 or 4 months
to see my relatives.

This would be a good time
for me to take a trip.

Good for you too.

Maybe you got a deal, Gizzi.

If you leave right away.

I'll have it for you tonight.

We better meet somewhere
where we won't be seen.

How about the Malibu pier at 10 O'clock?

Malibu pier.

10 O'clock.

Hello.

Hello, Carl, how are you?

Tonight?

Do we have to have a meeting tonight?

All right, if you say so.

Dinner at 8:30.

I'm glad you were able to
spare us the time, Mal.

Yeah, sure.

This meeting concerns you
perhaps more than it does us.

What's it all about anyway?

Larry's death.

We have decided that for you at least
it has come at an opportune time.

We're going to put you in charge
of the entire west coast.

Oh, that's fine.

But maybe I'm not quite ready yet.

I've still got a lot to learn.

Remember me?

The country boy that got sucked
into a 70-30 deal?

We told you that was necessary expenses.

You got nothing to kick about.

You'll be getting a part of
Larry's take from now on.

The big problem on this coast is to
take care of Larry's murderer.

As long as the assassin is free,

others might get ideas about us.

Maybe we ought to let
the police handle it.

They at least have got some leads.

It would have a more salutary effect
if we took care of it ourselves.

And I mean to do just that.

What we must decide tonight...

Is where to start.

Larry's murder was obviously
one of revenge.

Did you make out that list?

We had a little trouble
around Kansas City.

Kelly and Rasta both swore to get him.

Mm-hmm.

But they didn't.

I've already checked there.

Kelly has been in the hospital
for months.

And Rasta

was in Kansas City
the night Larry was killed.

You know,
maybe it was someone from out here.

Somebody he crossed.

It was.

I'm sure of that.

But none of these local bookmakers would

dare to attempt such a rubout.

Unless, of course, they hired
someone to do it.

And probably someone from out of town.

There's one guy in L.A.
who might handle a job like this.

I knew him back in Detroit.
His name's Gizzi.

Surely there must be more than one
suspect in a town of this size.

I think we better call
all the hoodlums in.

What do you think, Mal?
- Yeah, sure.

Good idea.

I'll take care of it.

Good.

Then we'll start with Mr. Gizzi and

go on from there.

Sorry to have taken up so much
of your time, Mal, but

I hope you realize
that this business is urgent.

Oh, sure, sure.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.
- See you.

Thee you are, Gizzi.

And take my advice.

Make this a nice long trip.

Think I should?

I got to worrying
after I left you today.

What happens
if somebody puts the heat on you?

Who's gonna protect you then?
- I will.

You just go and visit your relatives.

Believe me, you need this trip.

I waited a long time.
I can wait a little longer.

Particularly now I got my eye
on a new business.

Oh, not mine.

Yours.
- I'll handle it myself.

I don't need you, Gizzi.

I say you do.

Just a silent partner.

Somebody to look after your interests
while you

chase around with that dame of Mason's.

you leave her out of this.

After all she's pretty and young.

She might get into all kind of trouble
if you don't keep her happy.

I tell you, leave her out of this.

Kind of stubborn, huh?
Well, get off it.

You can't afford to argue,
Now on, you're cutting me in.

I'd have to figure out
how to cut you in.

And while I was figuring it,

a lot of things might happen.

A lot more will happen
if you don't cut me in.

I'll give you till tomorrow
to make up your mind.

I get kind of nervous
when people keep me waiting.

I'll be seeing you, partner.

You look sick.

Get me a drink.

Am I glad you're home.

I tried all over town to catch you.

That cop wants you to call him.

Pete Wright?
- Yeah.

He wants to talk to you tonight.

What does he want?
Where did you tell him I was?

I just said you would call him. Period.

I tried to stall him. Told him I thought
you went to Palm Springs to see Gail.

I'd call him right now if I were you.

You don't want him coming here
to pick you up.

Long distance?

I want Palm Springs 23654.

Hello.
- Hello, Gail?

Oh, Mal, I've been hoping you'd call.

Is anything wrong?

I'll tell you about it when I see you.

But you got to do something
for me right away.

You know that relay amplifier
I rigged up when I was down there?

That thing I used to keep in touch
with all the offices?

Yes, it's still here but...

What's all this about?

Is it Carl?
- Not yet.

But unless you do exactly as I tell you,
I'm going to be in a lot of trouble.

Go ahead, Mal.

Pick up the other phone.

And call Pete Wright of the gangster
squad in Los Angeles.

When you get him, put each phone
in the cradles of the amplifier.

You understand that?

Okay. Call him.

Okay, Mal.

Hello, operator.

I want to call Los Angeles.
Michigan 5211, please.

Lieutenant Wright please.
Palm Springs calling.

Gangster Squad, Wright speaking.

Hello, Lieutenant Wright,
this is Gail Mason.

Just a moment. Mal wants to talk to you.

Put the beeper on. I want this recorded.

Hello, Granger?

What are you doing in Palm Springs?
You were told not to leave town.

That's what I'm calling you about.

Gail needed a rest pretty badly and...

I thought I could
use some sun myself so, uh,

We decided to run down here on our own.

I thought you'd be sort of celebrating.

Word's around town
you just had a promotion.

How does it feel
having Larry Mason's old job?

You know a lot, don't you?

I like to keep tabs on a guy who's
going up in the world so rapidly.

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

Better stay put, Granger. That's all.

I just wanted him on the record
about taking over the West Coast.

Well, we've got it.

It may come in handy
if we ever go before the Grand Jury.

This coroner's report
doesn't add up at all.

According to him, Gizzi was crushed to
death before he was dumped in the ocean.

No water in his lungs.

The crime lab report isn't in yet.

For my money, it's just another
wrong guy rubbed out.

But it wasn't a gang job.

It doesn't have
the right characteristics.

He had money on him.

So robbery's out.

I think it was done
on the spur of the moment.

I can't get it.

What's the matter?

If it's not Bing Crosby,
you don't like it?

It's that one you ran on Granger.
I can't get part of it.

A whistle keeps drowning out
something he's saying.

Let me hear it.
Maybe I can figure it out.

Right here.

Gail needed a rest pretty badly and...

so, uh...

decided to run down here on our own.

That's some kind of a streetcar whistle.

Whatever it is, they don't have
any transportation running

right through the center
of Palm Springs.

You know a lot, don't you?

Granger wasn't there at all.

Why did he go to so much trouble
to rig up an alibi?

We better have a talk with him.

Mal.

Mal, this happened right about
the time you talked to me.

Well?

Did your alibi have
anything to do with this?

You've been around long enough
not to ask questions like that.

Who was he, Mal?

How do I know?

Was he the one who shot Larry?

You hired him to kill Larry
then you had to kill him.

I never thought that you'd...

That I'd what?

Murder.
- Don't say that. I don't like it!

That's what Larry would have done.

I'm sorry. It will never
happen again. I promise you.

I just don't want anything
to happen to you.

Nothing's going to happen to me.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Wright.

Yeah, sure, I'm still down here.

What's all the rush about?

All right.

See you at headquarters at 3 O'clock.

What do you mean you don't know
what that whistle is?

Take another look, Granger.

This is a recording
of a streetcar whistle.

This is a recording of your phone call.

Identical sounds. Streetcar whistles.

There are no streetcars in Palm Springs.

I still don't know what
you're so excited about.

I've been around electronics.

You could have butched up
that recording yourself.

It might have been a streetcar from
around here. They do go past here.

You think of everything, don't you?

But you were framing
an alibi that night.

That cathode ray proves it.

Why should I need an alibi?

You tell us.

A lot of things happened that night.

But only one would interest you.

A guy named Gizzi.

The guy went off the pier?

I never even heard of him.

If you guys are going to drag me down
here every time you get a brainstorm...

We are.

And one of those brainstorms is going
to get you in trouble, big shot.

I have a hunch you got my message
at the beach all right.

But you didn't call Palm Springs from
your house. You're too smart for that.

You probably went to the drug store
and called Mrs. Mason

and had her hook up your call.

You've heard of relay amplifiers,
haven't you?

Maybe I have and maybe I haven't.

I'm tired of playing games
over some stupid train whistle.

Either book me, let me call my lawyer,
or let me get out of here.

Okay, Granger, you can beat it.

Thanks.

The next time I bring you in,
it's to stay.

So don't get any ideas
about leaving town.

What makes you think
there's going to be a next time?

Don't worry, we'll be ready
in five minutes.

That's not what I'm worried about.

There's nothing the matter, is there?
You're going with me?

Of course I am.

All right, you wanted to get away.
Now you're doing it.

Look.

You know I wouldn't let anything happen
to you. I got everything figured out.

If it were only the police, Mal,
we'd have a chance.

But there's Carl.

I've seen too many try it but I've
never seen anyone make it.

Come here, let me show you something.

There's $230,000 in cash.

I didn't get that by being stupid.

And I know where I got about
that much more waiting.

And I'll tell you where
we're going to get it.

We're going to Las Vegas.

You, me and Chippie.

Las Vegas?

That's the last place Carl will figure.

This is one time I make those guys
pay off every cent they owe me.

While I was still trying to hook up
Granger with Gizzi's murder in L.A.,

he was fixing things for a real haul.

It was a dangerous plan.

But by now, Mal was too driven to care.

Mal knew which books the syndicate
owned in Las Vegas.

And he was going to past post them.

If he was caught,
he was dead right then.

He tapped the cables of the wire service
that led to all the horse parlors.

And electrically set their clocks
back two minutes.

Then he stretched wires
into a hotel room.

Between the connections
were tape recording machines.

By next afternoon, Granger was
all set for the kill.

How do I look?

Hope I look better than I feel,
'cause I don't feel so good.

You look fine, Chippie.
Now, you got it straight?

Your station is at the horse parlor
across the way.

When I get the winner,

I'll cut in on the loudspeaker
with the late price change.

I'll use a phony voice like this.

Flash. The odds on number three
in the seventh

race are now 8 to 1.
- Hey, that's good.

Now the number of the horse
I call is the winner.

And I'm going to sock $3,000 across the
board on number 7 in the eighth race.

No, the seventh race. Number 3
in the seventh race.

Mal, what if I get it wrong?
- Don't worry, Chippie.

It'll be the last time you ever get
anything wrong in your life.

I hope so.
- Now remember.

It's just the number of the horse I call

and the seventh and eighth
races in California but

you gotta make a couple of
sucker bets first.

If I want to pick a loser, I'll pick
a winner. It's just my luck.

No, we got to build up
a couple of losses

so they won't think anything about it

when we really start to
chunk it in later.

Okay, get going.

I've already told Gail what to do.

In the third in California

Make the show horse $2.60

instead of $2.80.

They're nearing the post
for the seventh in California.

Here's the reading.

Here are the readings.

Even money on top.

20, 4

20

scratch one.

10, 6

2 1/2 and 8 on the bottom.

Granger was now ready.

He was recording the running of the race
on one tape recorder.

And holding up the recorded results
for two minutes.

On the other machine he was releasing
the delayed results to the horse parlors

They're off and running in the seventh
in California.

At the quarter it's number 8 by a neck.

Number 6 by a head.

And number 2.

They're still at the post
in the seventh at California.

They're still at the post in the seventh
at California. Number 3 is acting up.

Nothing to it.

In the stretch,

It's number 2 by a length,

number 6 by a head,

and number 8 is running third.

Here are the winners at California,

Number 2 wins it by three lengths.

They're still at the post.

Here comes a flash.

Here comes a flash.

Number 2

Number 2 is now 15

Number 2 is now 15

Two thousand across the board
on number 2 please.

Yes, ma'am.

Three thousand across the board
on number 2.

Just a minute. Al?

This fellow wants to bet $3,000
across the board on number 2.

They're not off yet in California.

Number 2

Is back to 20.

He's already lost $8,000.

Guess he's trying to get even.

Take it. They're still at the post.

Okay.

They're off and running
in the seventh at California.

At the quarter it's number 8 by a neck,

Number 6 by a head,

And number 2.

At the half, it's number 6
by a half a length,

Number 2 by a head,

and number 8.

In the stretch,

It's number 2 by a length,

number 6 by a head,

and number 8 is running third.

Here are the winners at California,

Number 2 wins it by three lengths.

Number 6 is second.

And number 8 is third.

It's okay in California in the eighth.

That's number 9 Milargo,

number 1 Zapata,

and number 3 Thirador.

That's 9, 1, and 3.

Pardon me.

You hit us pretty hard.

I'm afraid we haven't got this kind
of money on hand.

Would you mind taking a check?
You can cash it

at the bank when it opens
in the morning.

I guess it'll be all right.

I'll get it right away.

Here you are, Chippie.
The hotel paid Gail off in cash.

Did you get rid of those
lines on the roof?

You wouldn't know anybody was up
there. Not even a cigarette butt on it.

All we got to do is cash Chippie's check
in the morning and then, darling...

We're retired.

I'm afraid.

Between the police and Carl.
- It's all over.

We're going to sink without a trace.

We just lie low at the Boulder Inn
for a couple of weeks and then

we're off to Guatemala.

Maybe you will, but how about me?

If they start looking,
Vegas will give them all the answers.

Now, let's not borrow trouble.

There's only one road out. If they
check the railroads and the airlines...

Chippie...

Just in case of a tie,
I got a place all picked out.

That's him all right.

He didn't say his name was Granger.

He brought in a Cadillac
with a marked up fender.

I rubbed it down and airbrushed it
while he waited.

Made it look good as new.

And the paint was identical with
the sample we showed you?

Yeah, Cadillac green.

Thanks. That's all we need.

Let's pick up Granger.

Nobody else has been able to tell me
how my books

were hit for a quarter of a million
dollars in one day, Healy.

What makes you think you can?
- Nothing maybe.

But the day it happened, I saw
Chippie Evans cashing a wad.

And Mal Granger was in town too.

I saw him.

Go on.

I just figured they went down
for the weekend.

When I heard what happened...

You'll figure it out for yourself.

Now it adds up.

Only one man in the world would know
how to past post up here.

Mal Granger.

Now I'm sure of a lot of things.

Larry's death.

Mrs. Mason was with him.

You've done us a favor, Healy.

When I get back to L.A.,

I'll see that you're set up
with a new book.

Thanks.

Now if you could just tell us
where Granger is staying.

He's not here now.

He wouldn't take a chance on getting
cut off in a place like this.

That's why you'll never be anything
but a bookmaker, Healy.

Mal Granger's too smart to run.

He'd stay right here expecting us
to be searching the country for him.

We heard about an hour ago
that the police

were down at his place in Malibu
looking for him for Gizzi's murder.

Operator, will you get me
the L.A. police department.

I want to talk to Lieutenant Pete Wright
of the Gangster Squad.

Guatemala, here we come. Nothing in the
papers about us. We're in the clear.

How are you darling? You still love me?

I'll love you more in Guatemala.
- That's my girl.

Come on, Chippie.

We got to go to Las Vegas
to get the check cashed.

That's kind of taking chances, ain't it?

Not as much as if you try
to collect it in some other town

and wait for the check to clear.

You get a cab out of here and go
straight to the bank in Las Vegas

and keep the cab waiting, see?
- Sure.

All right, come on. Let's get going.

Come on, come on.

Now!

Wait a minute!

A hundred thousand dollars.

Where's the rest of it, Evans?

I don't know.

Boulder Inn.

So that's where our little boyfriend is.

Isn't he?

Stop it! You know I can't stand that.

Besides, that's...

Peterson's department.

I told you I don't know anything.

He's at the inn all right.

Should we get him?

No, let him stay there until our

friends the police arrive.

What are you going to do to me?

Evans, I admire loyalty
but not to the wrong people.

You will go with Peterson, please.

You'd better get down to the airport.
You'll miss Lieutenant Wright.

You're the one who called him.
He'll be expecting you.

A policeman?

I wouldn't be bothered.

You take care of it.
I'll join you later.

Hi, Pete.

What's that you called me?
- He meant Mr. Wright.

That's better.

Where's Stevens?

You know how these things upset him.

He doesn't like to
get involved in anything unpleasant.

Oh, sure. He wants to keep
his lily white hands clean.

Sheriff Steele.

Howdy, Sheriff.
Always glad to help an officer.

Why don't you stop marching?

And get this through your head.

The only reason I'm here cleaning up
your dirty laundry

is because we want Granger badly.

There's no reason for that attitude.

My attitude toward you
is one of complete disgust.

We're clean. Our wire service
is perfectly legitimate.

So are your banks and music businesses.

But what about all your sidelines?

You want me to go into them?

What's that got to do with Granger? You
came up here to get him, didn't you?

Sure. But someday,
we're going to get all of you.

When the public gets wise
to your stinking mess.

Now where's Granger?

Boulder Inn.

We can be there in about
35 minutes. I've got a car waiting.

Well, that settles Granger.

I think we handled things very well.

My bags here?
- I had them checked.

Good.

Steve, I'm putting you
in charge out here.

I promised my children I'd go back East
on the farm with them for a while.

Anything important, I can be reached
through the usual source.

Mal?

Something's happened to Chippie.

I think we better go find him.

The inn's about 7 miles from here.

Not far from the dam.

That's Granger. Turn around.

It's Pete Wright.

He's turning around.

We better head for Boulder Dam.

Once we're across the dam,
we're in Arizona.

We'll never make it into Vegas now.

Sherriff's car number 1 calling
government rangers at Boulder Dam.

Green Cadillac convertible

California license number,
9 Young 8...

9 Young 8...
- 014.

014 headed toward dam.

This man wanted for murder.
Throw up roadblock. Over.

Kelly, Bates, you handle the other side.
Get him if he tries to come over.

Hey, what's the matter?
- What's the hold up?

Mal, it's too late.
They've blocked it off.

It's never too late, darling, come on.

The next tour of the dam
will leave in five minutes.

The next tour of the dam

will leave immediately.

No smoking on the elevator.

Wright, L.A. Police.

Granger's car is parked up there.

Did you see anyone
that fits his description?

No, I didn't see them.

The only way they could have
got through is in a crowd.

Want to come with us, Captain?
We'll check the other end.

We're now descending
in the elevator 528 feet.

One tenth of a mile, or equal to the
height of a 44 story office building.

As we step from the elevator,

We still have 199 feet of the dam
below us.

Kelly, have you seen Granger
and the girl?

Nope, no one's got through here.

They must have ducked into the dam.
- Let's check.

Right this way, please.

Follow me. Watch your step.

At this point,

we're now standing
in a portion of the dam

that's 457 feet thick.

It's 107 feet

upstream through solid concrete

to the water in Lake Mead.

We're going to walk downstream
through the thickness of the dam,

350 feet to the Nevada wing
of the power plant.

Watch your step, please.

Follow me.

How long ago did the last tour get out?

10 minutes ago. They should be
coming out right about now.

Let us use your binoculars.

You are now standing in the
Nevada wing of the power plant.

Ahead are seven hydroelectric generators

each one with a turbine capacity

of 115,000 horsepower.

Don't worry, we'll get out of here as
soon as we get over to the Arizona side.

Now, right this way, please.

Follow me.

Where we're now standing, folks, it's 560 feet
up to the top of the dam,

The elevator shaft we came down
is right to the left

of the large awning you see
at the top of the dam.

Say, can I borrow your glasses, sir?
- Sure.

Thank you, sir.
- You're welcome.

It's Pete Wright.
We better lose this crowd.

There he is, come on.

What do we do now?

If we can find the Arizona elevators
ahead of that crowd, we've got a chance.

Come on.

Come on. This way.

I can't go any further, Mal,
I just can't.

You've got to.

Come on.

Gail, listen to me.

You wait back there for me.

I'll shake them off
and come back for you.

Yes.

Take her up to my car.
We'll keep after him.

He must have taken
the Nevada inspection stairway.

We can take the elevator
and catch him at the top.

Granger, hold it!

Oh, Mal.

Give me two to win
on Honeycomb in the fifth.

Only an innocent two dollar bet,
you say?

It's just as innocent as the germs
in an epidemic.

Spreading the worst kind of disease.

The civic disease of criminals
with an $8 billion racket.

Corrupting politicians,

buying protection,

fostering crime,
all with your two dollars.