All language subtitles for Scene of the Crime (1949).eng

Hey.

Who, me?

Just a minute.

Yeah, sure.

You crazy lobo!

Shut up and roll!

Don't keep saying
I'm late.

I haven't said
a word.

No, but you're
thinking it.

Oh, and get my hat.

It's on the bed
or bureau.

Okay.

Oh, and if it's
on the bed,
don't tell me.

Oh, Mike!

Mmm.

4 years.

Count 'em.

Better every day.

Yeah.

- Hey, Gloria?
- Mmm?

With all those other
guys you had hanging
around you,

why did you
marry me?

That's the how-many-eth time
you've asked me that.

Yeah, I know,
I know.

But I want
to know. Why did
you marry me?

We'll be late.

You know, we don't
have to go out.

No. We don't?

I, uh, married you
for your money.

Yeah?

No.

Mmm...

Hello?

Yeah, speaking.

What?

Yeah, I'll meet you
there right away.

Yeah. Well,
bring him along.

Might as well
start him right in.

Okay.

Gloria, will you stop
tossing that gun around?

How many times do I
have to tell you?

It's built to fire.

Blast a hole
in your head

that you'd never see,
but I would.

Here, roll them
for luck.

What for?

They come up 7
every time, don't they?

They're loaded that way,
aren't they?

Yeah, yeah.
But I like to
see you roll them.

Go on.

7.

Hey. Hey, Glory.

I hate that phone.

I know, I know,
so do I.

But come on, let's
get rid of that
coat hanger, huh?

Where's that smile--

the one the
photographers pay 50
bucks an hour for?

Come on.

Come on, give me
a nickel's worth of smile.

Sold.

Wrap it up, and I'll
take it with me.

Oh, Glory, you're
a gorgeous thing.

So that's what's left
of him, huh?

Yeah,
that's Monigan,
alright.

Monigan and
1,000 bucks.

Spilled from
his pocket.

Take a good look.

Don't let it happen to you.
Don't work alone.

You picked
the toughest detail
on the force.

How long do you
think you'll last?

I'll last.

Captain.

Mike. The old
memory man.

Thanks, Forster,
for those cigars
from Havana.

I'm glad you
enjoyed them.

I didn't say
I enjoyed them.

Next time you go
to a police convention,
send me a postcard.

I'll buy
my own cigars.

Thought you'd
want in on this,
Mike.

Yeah, sure.
But I can't figure

how a man assigned
to crying babies

could get himself
killed.

Odd.

It's odd,
isn't it, Mike?

Well, what's to go on?

Not much.
That's it there.

Those youngsters
saw the killer,

but what could
they see in
the dark?

Who's nervous Nellie?

He owns
a cigar store.

Takes horse bets
by day

and runs a poker game
by night.

Oh, one of those.

Yeah, and he's
dummied up.

Yeah?

We're ready
to roll, captain.

Alright.

It was a little after 9:00,
and I'm taking a bath,

and I hear "bang-bang,"
and I think to myself
it's bullets.

Yeah?

And it is!

Come on, folks.
Make way, clear the way.

Come on, step back,
step back.

We were standing
by the building.

This Mr. Monigan
came along,

he stopped and
lit his pipe,

then he kept on
walking.

Uh-huh?

And there was some
talk we couldn't
hear much of.

Then two shots.

We ran out...

And the man with
the twisted hand,
running.

Mr. Monigan
pulled himself up,

and he reached back
for his gun.

And then?

That man
in the car,

he yelled,
"you crazy
lobo."

Lobo?

Yes, sir.

And the car
went by so fast,

I couldn't catch
the license
number.

Which hand
was twisted?

His left.

And he had kind of
dark splotches
on his face.

Yeah, Molly.

Sir, do you think,
if you could,

could you keep us
out of the papers?

Why?

Ah, it's her
old lady.

She reads all the
murders in the paper
like they belong to her.

If she reads he and me
were out together,

she'll start in
on me again.

I'm not
good enough
for Molly.

She wants her
to study
shorthand,

be a secretary,

marry her boss
or something.

Okay.

Gee, thanks.

Hi, Mike.

Okay, Fred.

Don't know anything,
huh?

Didn't see anything,
didn't hear
anything.

You hip-pocket
bookie.

The killer was out
to knock over

your poker game
in there!

And if it hadn't
been for Monigan,

you might be
sirening away

with blood pouring
out of you!

Go on, get straight
with yourself!

Mike.

Grab onto
that temper.

Do you expect him
to admit
he's a bookie,

that he's breaking
the law?

Monigan's dead,
and he's a liar.
That's all I know.

And you're mad.

You think being mad
makes you a better
detective?

No, but I'm mad.
Sure I'm mad.

There's something
sticking in your throat.
What is it?

When the hotshot
came in about
Monigan,

I felt like you
feel.

Now I don't know
what to feel.

You're a captain
of detectives.

You're supposed to think,
not feel.

Then add it up
for yourself, Mike.

There's a new betting outfit in town,

trying to take over
all the bookies.

They're not
trying that again?

Several of the books have been
robbed lately.

They can't come to
us for protection,

they try to protect
themselves.

Go on.
I'm adding.

Third, fourth, fifth
and sixth: Monigan
was off-duty.

He was keeping
an eye on this--
one of the books.

He protected it
from being robbed.

We found $1,000
in his pocket,

fresh folding money.

If you're
through adding,
what's the total?

I knew him too well
and too long.

Monigan wasn't
crooked.

Now you're getting
mad again.

You bet I'm getting
mad again.

Monigan was not
ragged.

The word is that
when you dropped
him, he went mean.

I tell you,
you're barking up
the wrong tree.

Grab onto that
temper and listen
to me!

No, you listen
to me!

The papers love
to print articles
that rip into us,

big headlines.

If one cop's drunk,
we're all drunks.

If one cop's crooked,
we're all crooks.

Effective right now,
this is your case.

Crack it.

Still feel Monigan
was ragged?

You told me i'm
supposed to think,

not feel.

I only hope
he's mad enough.

He's mad enough.

Let's go.

Crazy lobo.

What?

Monigan's killer.

Crazy lobo with
a twisted left hand.

What's a lobo?

Didn't they learn
you anything at that
police academy?

Yeah, that
the best way to learn
was to ask questions,

and if any old shellback
got sore,

to remind him he had
to learn once himself.

Or were you born with that shell
on your back, Piper?

Give the man a cigar.

Can't stand them,
they make me sick.

A lobo's a gung,
a thug,

a hoodlum from
downstate.

Didn't they spot
Arthur Webson
the other day

with a couple of
lobos?

They did.

Who's Arthur Webson?

Fill it in for him,
Piper.

Webson? A fixer.

Arrested once for
attempted bribery,

once for fraud,
beat it both times.

Filled in?

Yeah. Are you?

You know, when
you've run all
the cards

through that
electric brain

and you don't find
what you're after,
just ask Piper.

That's me,
the electric brain.

Pardon the
short circuits.

Webson the fixer,
two lobos seen with him.

That's a slim string
to work on.

Yeah, sure.

But I've got a line
into Webson.

Say, spot this guy
leaning against
the post, will you?

Read him to me.

5 feet 8 or 9,
weight 140-ish, early 30s.

Checked coat,
gray flannel pants.

His eyes--
his eyes are heavy,

like he was ready
to fall asleep.

You know,
a detective is
only as good

as his information.

A big chunk
of information
comes from lines.

Informers,
pigeons.

It's up to you
to get your own.

Use fear--

get something
on a gung,
and he'll trade.

Or revenge--

when a gung's out
to even a score.

Women--prove to
a girl a gung's
cheating on her.

Gratitude--
get an old con
trying to level,

and lend him a hand.

You're dealing
in dirt with
the dirtiest,

but it's paydirt.

Thanks.

Thank him.
He taught me.

I taught him
all I knew,

now I'm learning
from him.

That gung with
the heavy eyes,

like he's ready
to fall asleep?

That's his moniker.
"The sleeper."

I've used him
as an informer,

and he knows Webson
the fixer.

Why didn't
we pick him?

We will,
but first we'll
pick two others.

On the range here,
never pick up
a pigeon alone.

Somebody might
figure out
he's a pigeon.

You're new
on the range.

Yeah.

Well, we'll see
if you're wanted.

If not, you're on
your way.

Alright.
Beat it, sister.

Come on, Piper.

I want to know
what gives, sleeper.

What's with
all these bookie
robberies?

What else you
want to know?

I want to know
where Webson is,

that fixer friend
of yours.

What else?

Webson's been seen
with two lobos.

I want to know
about them,

particularly one with
a twisted left hand
and a mottled face.

What else?

That's it.

Well, how about that?'

and me thinkin' you had
something on me.

Yuk, yuk.

Naturally, you ain't
got nothing on me.

I just sprung from
wallaby prison.

I ain't had time
to do nothing you
could hook me for.

I just paid my debit
to society.

Naturally, I know
you know I know something.

I know you know I know
you know something.

Sure.

If you hook me,
I'll talk,

but not till
you hook.

Y-y-your hand
would slip,

that hot coal
would catch me in
the eye, naturally.

Naturally.

I thought you'd tell me
out of friendship.

How about that?

You and me
buddy-buddy.

Yuk, yuk, yuk.

Out this way.

Hey, Mike,
cheer up.

You know me.
I'm a one-bell crook.

I'll make some wacky boner,
then you'll hook me,
and I got to talk.

Well, till we meet again.
Yuk, yuk.

Yuk, yuk, yuk.

What'd you find
in yuk-yuk's coat?

Sleeper once gave me
a loaded cigar.

Not much. Two words
on the inside of
a match cover:

"Turk" and "blade."

Me neither.

Oh, and these
numbers.

Phone numbers or
street addresses.
Could be either.

Check with
Howie Lorrison at
the phone company

in the morning.

Well, if it isn't
poison pen.

Piper.

He still thinks I dish it out,
but can't take it?

Meet young Gordon.
Bob Herkimer--

death in the
morning journal.

How are you?

Hiya, c.C.

C.c.?

Short for carbon copy.

Look at him, Mike--
just like you from head to foot.

C.c., huh?

It's hero worship.

Check the deformity
file, c.C.

Pull any mugs with
a twisted left hand

and a face with
black splotches.

The hand and splotch--
can I go with that?

No.

What do I print
about Monigan?

Your usual.

"I have it on
good authority,
blah, blah, blah..."

You see these guys,
Mike?

"Detective
William Halloran:

Killed in line of duty,
8-11-39."

"Detective
Harry Weinberg:

Killed by a bandit,
12-31-37."

You take things
too big, Mike.

That's why someday
I'm going to print one

of two different
stories about you:

Either your appointment
as chief

or your obituary.

You're a friend
of mine.

From way back.

From your days
on the town,

from your nights
before marriage.

So you'll write
my obit real
pretty, huh?

Real pretty.

Before I write it,
I'll study li'l abner.

I checked the bullets
from Monigan's body.

Uh-huh?

They were fired from
a .38 Smith & Wesson special.

Oh, that's great.
Just great.

Find me one gun
out of 100,000,

and I'll have
the killer--

unless he's sane
and threw that Smith
& Wesson special

right into
the river.

Well, the land's
left clear marks.
Take a look.

Just great.

Mike.

What about
the folding money--

that crisp green stuff
they found in
Monigan's coat?

What about it?

It'll have to go,

and don't ask me
not to print it.

I won't, friend.

Look, Mike,

we're friends,
alright.

But if I killed a man,
you'd rip me for it.

You wouldn't like it,
but you'd do it.

It's your job.

It's my job
to print facts.

But these aren't
facts yet.

Did he have the money
on him, or didn't he?

What are you doing?

Writing out
my day book.

What?

Well,
it's regulations,
isn't it?

Write up every day
in your day book.

Ahem.

Tell me, c.C.,

why in this day
and age would a
smart young man

decide to become
a flatfoot?

Well, when I was
10 years old,

I fell in love with
my fourth grade teacher,

and she married
a cop.

I figured if it was
good enough for her,

it would be
good enough for me.

Amo, amas, amat.

Yeah.

I've read a lot
of your stuff
in the journal.

Yeah?

You'd have made
a good cop.

Thanks.

Except you're flat
at the wrong end.

Ha!

Ha!

Hi, ed.

Yeah. I know.

You're sorry my father
was killed last night,

and you're sorry
for me.

That's what I came
to say, ed.

I guess you brought me
a present, huh?

One of those camping
stoves, I'll bet,

like we thought of
for river fishing.

As a matter of fact,
I did. Here.

Swell.

You know, I still
say you don't use
enough butter

when you pop the
fish into the pan.

The next time
we go on a...

- Alright, say it.
- Say what?

Whatever it is
that's making you
look at me lead-eyed.

It's your fault
pop was killed.

Why?

You saw he was too old
for your detail.
You dropped him.

But you knew what kind
of a guy he was.

You knew he'd go out
and try to be a hero,

just to show you
he still had it in him.

You should have put him
back in uniform,
and not a desk.

Why didn't you?

Because you always want
to be a good guy.

You want everybody
to like you.

Mike...

About that bribe--

you know pop
didn't take it.

No.

That "no" had a lot
of "yes" to it.

That's a pretty
sharp remark, ed.

Thanks, it's yours.
Use it sometime.

You can have his pipe,
too, Mike.

Pin it on
the bulletin board.

I suppose they'll put
his picture on the wall
with all the others.

Detective
Edward Joseph Monigan,

appointed
July 25, 1922.

Killed...

Clear him, Mike.

Clear pop, please.

That's Webson,
alright.

Piper,
you tail Webson.
Come on, c.C.

Mike, i--

junk the cigar
and dig.

There's a Webber,
a webly.

No Webson. No fixer.

Over here, then.

That number you got
from the telephone
company--

Fairfield 5-370.
Dial it.

Let it ring
10 or 12 times.

Come on up, room 212.

Lock it.

Anything?

No, nothing much.

Wait a minute,
here's something.

"P.j. Pontiac,

private
investigator.
Discreet."

That one--

the one with
the suit like
a burlap bag.

The lobo?

No, no,
but I've seen him
somewhere.

The way he keeps
looking back over
his shoulder.

Rinaldo, rico,
rutzo--

rutzo! Tony rutzo!
That's him.

Now, I don't want
him to know we made
Webson's office.

We'll give him
a couple of blocks,

and then
we'll jump him.

You've been
off the range
a long time.

Yeah.

What do you keep
looking over

your shoulder
for?

What do you
expect to see?

I--i don't know.

If I knew, I wouldn't
have to look.

Anyway, you see a lot
of things that way.

I'll be saving you guys
the trouble of tailing me.

I live at
4831 blade street,

and I live all alone.

Okay. On your way.

We'll pull the file
on him--

the whole package.

That rutzo's
quite a boy.

Burglary second,
armed robbery,

3 auto thefts.

Homicide.
Yeah, Piper.

You lost Webson?
How?

Did he spot you
and duck?

He just
slipped you.

Oh, brother--

alright,
check back.

Just slipped him.

Two more auto thefts.

Yeah, I remember.
Rutzo's queer
for cars, alright.

He said he lived alone.

And from his m.O.,
he always worked alone.

I don't see how
he fits in.

Where did rutzo say
he lived?

Uh, 4831 blade.

Blade.
Turk and blade.

The two names you
took from the inside

of sleeper's
match cover.

Yeah.

But we're looking for
a twisted left hand,

and all we have
is a fixer

and a car wack.

I'd say we're not
even close.

I'd say we're
just scrambling.

I'd say you're
getting edgy.

Come on.

Hold it--look.

Let's find out.

I thought I saw you
in the rear vision
mirror.

Hello, umpire.

This should
interest you, Mike.

Who's that?

Umpire menafoe,
ex-bootlegger.

When repeal came in,
he sold his distillery
for a fortune,

but he's still got
the hum in his blood.

One of our bookies was
robbed recently.

We suspect the man
in the center.

There must be
no possibility
of error.

In our business,
we make no mistakes.

Well, who is it?

The guy in the middle,
I think.

Release
the other two.

Try the hat on him.

One of the thieves
left his hat behind.

Just like
cinderella.

Except that if
it fits, he doesn't
marry the prince.

Pretty small.

Release him.

Everybody out.

We've been trying
to establish
our outfit in town.

Don't you guys
ever stop trying?

There's money here,

but when we moved in,
these criminals
moved in on our heels.

They've robbed us of
a considerable sum.

I'm authorized to offer
a $10,000 reward

to anyone.

We don't need
legal evidence,
as you do.

We'll take
your word as to who
the criminals are.

We'll administer
their final punishment.

Your case is closed.

You speak
beautiful English.

I graduated
from high school

and studied accounting,
law, and philosophy
by correspondence.

Beautiful English,
umpire,

but you don't speak
my language.

No, then?

Mm-mmm.

Well, it was worth
a try.

Mike.
What?

Don't bother
coming back here.

We won't be here.
We move around.

And you might
bet faithful lad
in the third.

Are you betting
on him, umpire?

Only fools
bet horses.

Fools keep me
prosperous.

Hey, don't keep
saying I'm late.

I haven't said
a word.

No, but you're thinking it.

Yeah.

Thank you, Mr. C.

Don't turn around.

Hey, Mike--

I could have
killed you, huh?

Ain't that a dilly?
Pleased to meet you, missus.

What do you know, Mike?
I got you the info.

Head down the range.
Them two lobos.

Great,
let's have it.

It's the royalty team:
Turk kingby and lafe douque.

Get it?
The king and the Duke.

They're a couple of stinkin'--
begging your pardon, ma'am--

a couple of smellin' gungs
from downstate.

They been pals
since reform school.

They been robbin' bookies here,
right, left, and up the aisle.

Don't zig me,
sleeper.

What kind of crack's that?

Did I ever zig you before?

You mean they're
really bucking
this new outfit,

robbing
their bookies?

That's a pretty tall order
for a couple of lobos.

Yeah?

Turk and lafe robbed one
of the outfit's bookies today.

A dry cleanery
at sixth and turmain.

The bookie's wife
got so nervous,

she stuck the steam iron
on her own hand.

Ain't that a dilly?

Slow down. Catch the coffee pot
on the corner.

Pardon me, all.

Alright, you can stop
chewing the upholstery.

They hang at hippo's,
the royalty.

They hate each other's guts,

but they can't operate
one without the other.

The king and the Duke.

Either of them
have a twisted
left hand?

Nope.

- You know where they live?
- Nope.

But I seen Turk
with that shorty Pontiac.

Pontiac?

Yeah, private eye.

Why did you give me
this information?

I haven't
nicked you.

Well, I'm tellin'
you this 'cause
I want insurance.

I'm gonna need you.

I--i pulled me
a little caper,

and I'm gettin' hot.

I'm such a stinkin'--

pardon me, ma'am,
but what else can I say?

I'm such
a stinkin' crook.

Mike, naturally
there'll be more anon.

I'll powder
at the corner.

You know, I really could
have killed you, huh?

Yuk, yuk.

Webson,
rutzo the car wack

and a couple of
lobos named Turk
and lafe.

Hey, Mike--

I really could have
killed you, huh?

Yuk, yuk.

The cleaning store
at sixth and turmain.

They denied they were
robbed yesterday

and denied
they were bookies.

Par for the course.

But the woman's hand
was bandaged where
she burned herself.

And the telephone rang,
and I answered,

and a voice said,
"this is Emmett.

Two on ebony star
in the third."

Sleeper was
leveling.

Mike?
Yeah?

No make on
Turk or lafe.

Nothing at all?

Not even
a possible.

What about
the moniker file?

We have 17 Turks
on file,

but nothing
to fit.

I beg
your pardon.

The name's kiesling.

I'm sheriff from downstate,
sands county.

Turk and lafe--you talking
about the royalty boys?

Yeah.

Then I suggest
you get in touch
with wallaby prison

or the parole people.

The boys come from
my neck of the woods.

I heard they were
operating around here.

But wallaby's
where they were.

How big a break
can you get?

Son, you need
a little luck on any case.

What do you know about
the royalty boys, loomis?

Mike, don't put me
down in your book
for stupid.

I'm not,

but a man on
my detail was killed.

They're a couple of
rough, hating boys.

I was at wallaby
when they came
there.

They came in
real wild.

That lafe--
he did this.

Grabbed my ear
and did me this.

Turk, he's
the smart one.

Lafe, he's
childish-like.
A big kid.

He saves things.

Anything--stamps,
match covers,
pennies.

He's looking for
the kind of penny

that automobile
companies

are supposed
to give a new
automobile for.

He's gone.
Real gone.

Which one has
a twisted left hand?

Not Turk. Not lafe.
Neither.

Do they hang with
anyone who does?

Not that I seen.

Well, that's fine,
loomis. That's enough.

Thanks for all
the trade you send
me and my partner.

Forget it, loomis.

No, sir.

Thanks, loomis.

I got the royalty
pictures

from the parole
people.

Turk,
lafe, rutzo
the car wack.

Classmates.
All from
wallaby prison.

And so is hippo,

who runs
the coffee pot
where they hang.

And so is
sleeper.

It's beginning
to fit.

Seems
they all made
the varsity.

Why wait?
Let's round them up.

If we did,
they'd be sprung
in an hour.

We haven't
got a shred of
legal evidence.

That robbery
at sixth and turmain.
What's wrong with that?

Brother.

Could you get
them to sign a
legal complaint,

to admit they
were bookies?

No.

How much of your coffee
do I have to drink

before I learn something?

There isn't
that much coffee.

Phone sanitation
to check hippo's

for violations of
the sanitation code.

And take these photos.
Watch for Turk and lafe.

Watch.

Don't make an arrest
when you're alone.

Don't try to be a hero.

How can I help it?

Where now?

The lead
from sleeper.

Pontiac
the private eye.

Come on, come on!

I resign from
your employ.

Let him go, Mike.

No charges,
Pontiac?

Get him out of here.

Mike?

My whole business
is telling wives what
their husbands are up to

and vice-versa.

The movies are
ruining me.

Every time I get a case,
I got to resign.

Every shmegegge
thinks he can beat up
a private eye,

and I'm no
humpty bogart.

He gets slugged,
and he's ready
for action.

I get slugged,
and I'm ready
for pickling.

Oh, look at that eye.

It belongs on a bun
with relish.

You've been seen
with Turk kingby.

Who's been yakking?

What do you want
with Turk?

Yeah, yeah,
I seen Turk.

What about?

Well, Turk's wife
gets the word that
Turk's out for laughs.

So she hires me
to find out who's
giving him the giggles.

Turk catches me,

and I resign
at Turk's request.

He worked on this eye.

And who was giving
him the giggles?

3 of them.

All at the
same time?

Mostly Lili,

a sizzler at
the fol-de-rol.

A figure like
champagne,

and a heart like
the cork.

You never seen Turk,
then?

Not since a month,
anyway.

Ever see Turk with
a man whose left
hand was twisted?

Not unless Turk
twisted it.

You take it from there.
It's too fat for me.

Well...

Oh, I'll tell you how
to fix up that eye.

You take
a razor blade, see,

and make a small cut
under the puff--

oh, no.

I should fix up
this eye

so another shmegegge
can kick it in?

Oh, no!

Oh, humpty bogart...

Stick these on
the bulletin board.

And move Turk to
the head of the class.

Hiya, Glory?

Put away the can opener,
gorgeous.

I won't be home for dinner.

I'm going out to make time
with a girl.

Oh.

A sizzler. She's got a figure
like champagne.

Well, be careful
of her bubbles.

Alright, sweetie.

♪ I'm a goody goody girl ♪

♪ and I like my gentlemen
refined ♪

♪ if you take me for a ride ♪

♪ then you better keep
the car in mind ♪

♪ if you never try to stop ♪

♪ then you better
get your brakes relined ♪

♪ I'm a goody goody girl ♪

♪ and I guess
I'm always gonna be... ♪

Is Lili around?

Over there.

Thanks.

♪ You can see
that I'm revived ♪

♪ and my dear, that's all
you're gonna see ♪

Lili?

I'd like to talk to you
for a minute, over there.

Just a minute,
Jack--

pardon me.

The boys here
seem to think
she's worth a look.

And is she?

She builds them up.

Then you come in
for the kill, huh?

Buy me a drink.

Are you thirsty?

No.

Let's get out
of here.

Oh, in a hurry,
uncle wiggily?

The name's Mike.

You'll say uncle.

I said let's get
out of here.

I'm taking you
to a movie.

We'll eat
6-cent candy
and hold hands.

Boys, the corn
is growing fast.

Say that again,
uncle wiggily.

Mike.

Mike.

A movie,
6-cent candy,

and we'll
hold hands.

Of course, the boss
wouldn't like it.

But that's not
the reason you're
coming with me.

I'll get my coat.

I like to keep warm.

I don't believe it.

We did go to the movies.

And we did hold hands.

And we ate $1.00's worth
of 6-cent candy.

Yeah.

Oh, let me do that.

There we are.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Yeah.

Well, what happens
now?

Do I see you again?

I want to.

Tomorrow for lunch.

Where?

Andre's.

Andre's? Mm-mmm.

That's not for Lili.

Why not?

From 6-cent candy
to a $6.00 lunch?

I'll pick you up
tomorrow noon, okay?

Sure you won't
come in?

Quite sure.

You know, Mike,
you're nice.

In all my life,
no one before

ever took me to
the movies to look
at the movies.

You're nice.

Hi.

Well?

Lunch with her
tomorrow.

I see.

I see.

Uh-huh.

What?

Oh.

She doesn't use
anything kiss-proof,
does she?

All in the line
of duty?

Mm-hmm.

I don't get it.

She seems okay,
yet she's mixed up

with some of the worst
gungs in town.

A nice, innocent
sizzler, hmm?

Yeah.

Mmm!

Hey!

That's to get her
out of your breath.

It did.

Hello?

Yeah, Piper.

Can't it keep?

Alright.

Yeah, I'm with you.

Hey.

What?

Glory.

Who's got
the jitters now?

Me.

It rips me, Mike.

That phone cuts
into me every time
it rings.

And every time you
hand me those dice

and say, "roll them
for luck."

Easy, baby, easy.

I'm you.
I was born the day
we were married.

If anything ever
happened to you--

nothing's gonna
happen to me.

How could it?
You're my luck.

Mike?

What?

I'm going to arrange
dinner with norrie.

Oh, no!

Glory, you know how
I hate to make chitchat,

particularly with
that multimillionaire
ex-beau of yours.

He's still in love
with you.

Dinner with norrie,
and no excuses.

I don't get it.

What has all this
got to do with you
and the jitters?

Promise?

Promise.

About that
lipstick--

yeah, what about
that lipstick?

Was she younger
than I?

Oh, no more
jitters now, huh?

Was she?

A little.

Should I be jealous?

A little.

Oh.

Oh, Glory...

I won't say I'll never
look at another woman again,

because I will.

But I love you,
and that's forever.

And younger or older,
you'll always be
the most beautiful,

and don't forget it.

"Police department nixes
Monigan pension plea.

By Robert Herkimer."

What's the report?

There are
189 ways

to violate the
sanitation code.

Hippo found
a few more.

Oh, Herkimer
and his headline
hunger.

Oh, yeah, but he
prints facts.

Facts are like
bricks.

You can
build buildings
with them,

or you can break
windows.

Herkimer
breaks windows.

Well, looks like the cat
swallowed the canary.

It certainly did.

Well, brush
the feathers out
of your teeth and talk.

I saw lafe last p.m.,
coming out of hippo's.

I spotted him
from his mug.

So I stopped him
for a quick frisk.

You did?
Yeah.

No gun on him,
but he sure is a saver.

Pocketful of match covers,
stamps,

little paper pennants
from college football teams--

are you kidding?

Why, what's the matter?
What are you sore about?

What do you mean,
what's the matter,
what am I sore about?

For not tailing lafe
to find out where he lived
and for being a hero.

Stopping him
when you're alone.

That's how Monigan
got his!

I'm having lunch
at Andre's.

Quite a letter opener.

It once opened
a bank messenger.

Hey.

What's the matter?

Come here.

Too fancy?

Uh, slightly.

I told you Andre's
wasn't for me
in the first place.

Aw, now stop.
Wait a minute...

Feathers, yet.

I think we can
get rid of that rose.

Fix this.

I like it.

I think you can
wipe off some of
that lipstick, too.

Hmm. Well, that's one way
of getting rid of it.

You know
a better way?

How about those rocks?
Oh, that's your
department.

You do that.

Now look.

I like it.

It's cute.

Sort of
"hands off."

Come on.
I'm hungry.

Honey, sir?

Oh, yes,
lots of it.

Now try that.

The out-of-towners
always promise
to bring me here,

but they never
come across.

Why not, Lili?

Part of their
come-on.

Same reason I spell
Lily L-i-l-i.

You an out-of-towner,
Mike?

I came from
Pittsburgh, pa.

What do you do?

Oil? Stocks?

Lumber?

No.

Doctor, lawyer,
indian chief?

No.

No, not a chief,
Lili.

Not yet, anyway.

You know,
when I meet a girl

and I tell her
I'm a cop,

she suddenly
remembers mama's
home sick.

Thanks for
leveling, Mike.

Oh, I had to.

You'd have caught it
sooner or later

and thought I was
trying to run one.

Telephone, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Surprise. Yuk, yuk.

Can you talk?

Not at the moment, no.

Naturally.

Can you listen?

Yeah.

Lafe douque knocked
another bookie.

He's holed in,
scared of the outfit.

I'm tryin'
to noodle where.

Yeah, that's fine.

Meet me at
Jay street, late.

I'm holing in myself.

Certainly.

And, Mike?

What?

Don't forget,
I can make a good
state's evidence.

I done it before,
I can do it again.

Yuk, yuk, yuk.

Okay. Yeah.

- Mike.
- What?

Are you married?

Yes.

Oh.

Lots of laughs.

There's rutzo.

Ol' swivel-neck.

Hippo.

If they go together,
Piper, tail 'em.

If they split,
tail hippo.

We meet sleeper.

Rutzo's queer for cars,
alright.

He wants that one
so bad, he can
taste it.

That's it, Piper.
Hippo.

Mike, let c.C.
Take it.

That makes twice.

Twice what?

You tried to skip
tailing Webson
the fixer,

and now you're
trying to skip this.

You know,
when you're out
to meet an informer,

be on the prod.

You never know
when he'll turn
and try to kill you.

Pick a quiet street.

A t-shaped corner
with a blind side,

so none of his chums
can rake you.

Be late, so he's
there already.

There he is.

Now drive by
and make sure
he's alone.

Then turn.

Gun out,
by your side.

Go ahead.

Sleeper,
get in the car!

Broke his arms.

Then his legs.

Then his neck.

Dead pigeon.

That gung
sense of humor.

Hey, Mike--

I know how to
make a fortune.

Take out life
insurance on
your informers.

Don't tell me
you feel bad
about sleeper.

I told you,
you take these
things too big.

A cheap little
gung like that.

What difference
does it make

if he lives
or dies?

I forgot to say thanks

for that thoughtful,
sweet article you wrote

about Eddie Monigan's
pension being nixed.

Piper.

Any ideas
about sleeper?

Or do I write up
the latest in
the current wave

of unsolved murders?

Careful, Mike.

That wave might
wash you right out
of your job.

You know, you're
getting to be a walking
typographical error.

Read the journal,
boy.

If you can't read,
we got plenty
of pictures.

You know, Herkimer
used to be a good guy,

until he started
writing a column.

Now he thinks
he's judge and jury
for the whole world.

I lost hippo.

You what?

Sorry.

How could anybody lose
anybody as big as hippo?

First Webson, the fixer,
and now this.

Yeah.

I don't understand
what you're...

I don't know--i want
to fight something,
I don't know what.

It's getting me edgy.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Mike.

Hey--

I want to see you
a minute, Lili.

Oh, you're way low,
way down.

What's the bother?
Your work?

Your wife?

No.

Anyway,
you're welcome.

Maybe.

I was asked a question
about you today, Lili.

You know anybody named
Turk kingby?

And know the fol-de-rol
presents its star attraction,

Lili--

here to entertain you the way
you're here to be entertained.

Mike, please
don't watch me.

Here's my key.
I want to make talk
with you later.

Please.

Hey.

You get to be
a light sleeper.

Drink?

Uh-uh.

Cigarette?

I got one.

Kiss?

I've had one.

Mad at me?

No. Why?
Should I be?

You know I lied
to you before.

I kind of guessed.

I lied to you
about Turk.

I know him,
alright.

I met him at
the fol-de-rol,

over a glass of
phony champagne.

Mm-hmm.

I went out with him
a few times.

But I cut it quick.

I don't like
his sense of humor.

He laughs at
the wrong things.

Thanks.

Got a question.

What?

What do you tell
your wife when
you're out so late

or a whole lot
later?

Got an answer.

I tell her
I slept here--

till you came in.

And what does
she say?

She kids me.

If it was me,
I'd break my
fingernails on you.

You would, huh?

Okay.

Sure, I got violations.
What restaurant ain't?

You men have been
around before.

He say do this and
do this, I do it,
that's all.

He say, "hippo,
okay, good. Done."

Now this--
this paper you send me
choke me to death.

Summons
and complaint, huh?

What finger
you got in this?

What do you know
about Turk and lafe?

I go to the doctor.
He say I weigh so much

'cause I eat so much...
On account of I'm unhappy.

I say, "doctor, me?
I'm no unhappy."

The doctor say
I'm unhappy deep inside.

If you no tear up
that paper,

I'm unhappy much more--
maybe put on 100 pounds.

I think that's
much better than I put on
two ounces of lead...

Deep inside here.

Too bad we can't
tear this up and
forget about it.

You protect me?
Yes.

You say sure?

Where do Turk
and lafe live?

I don't know.

They come in
my place sometime,
and they eat.

I play a little
klaberjass.

I know 'em from
wallaby, that's all.

Hey, Mike, wait.

I no know where lafe is.

Turk's in that crumbum
hotel Blake.

Do you know
anything about
a twisted left hand?

I hear talk.
He's their trigger.

I never see him.
I don't know who he be.

When I hear more,
I tell you, so help me.

Okay. Tear it up.
Make it a warning
this time.

How high
can a man weigh?

Does what hippo
just said check
with your info?

Yeah. I tailed rutzo.
Turk's at the Blake,
alright.

Good.

I'm putting a bug on him.
Men are installing wall mikes.

When will you be there?

They'll let me know as soon
as the room is bugged.

Fine. I'll be over right
after dinner, then.

Right, lieutenant.

I'm sorry I can't
make it any earlier,

but I'm having dinner
with Gloria

and a multimillionaire
ex-beau of hers...

And not so "ex" at that.

You know I love ya!

Well, shall I just
come right out with it?

Oh, but of course,
norrie.

You're far too rich
to play cozy.

You're not my type,
either.

You've heard
of swift's steel?

Who hasn't?

I own most of it.

Yes...lock, stock,
and half the barrel.

They need an executive to
supervise plant protection
in their 16 plants.

Are you willing to start
at the top of the ladder?

Is this
Gloria's idea?

To be sure.

And you hope I'll
turn it down, huh?

You know, you've been
waiting almost 5 years
for me to be killed.

I loved Gloria
before you married her.

I love her now,

but I've kept
out of your way, Mike.

Well,
don't get in it now.

- No?
- No.

And if I ever decide
to start at the top
of the ladder,

we'll have dinner
here again.

Gentlemen,
do you hear
that weeping?

That's this dress
just crying
to be seen.

Dance, somebody?

Come on, corrine.

I like corrine.

I like corrine.

You know, the funny part
is that Mike would
really be perfect.

He's just what swift's
are looking for.

But he said no.

I'm sorry, friend.

So am I.

Got you, hasn't he?

Like a song spinning
round in my brain.

How do the lyrics go?

"Every day,
I see him dead,

and I die a little
myself."

The Glory blues,
friend.

Another angle.

What?

I'm a man of influence--

just how much influence
always surprises me.

I could try to get Mike
dropped from the force.

Influence?

Think carefully, friend.

Mike strikes me as a man
with two loves--

his job and you--
needing both.

But...i could try.

It's up to you.

Try.

You're wonderful.
Ain't Turk wonderful, Flo?

Turk's the bestest!

Turk does alright.

You think that's something?
Just listen to this.

Lafe and me knocked
a bookie yesterday.

The lookout
grabs my hat, so I do
like this to his eyes.

Ah, Turk, you're wonderful!

The bestest, and so is lafe.

Aw, that shirkin' loafer.
He burns me up.

He's so scared of the outfit.
He's so buried.

I wished I knew
where he was holed.

Come here, you.

Baby!
- Hey!

Lafe's been wantin'
to run out ever since
that old copper got hit.

Turk kingby!

Don't tell me you
shoved over a cop!

And supposin' I didn't?
Does that make me any shorter?

It was the guy
with the bad mitt.

Oh, pooh!

One more "pooh"
out of you, and I'll--

Aren't you wonderful?

He killed that cop
with a little .38
Smith & Wesson--

sweet as sugar,
smooth as silk.

Too bad lafe had
to get rid of the gun.

It purred, I tell you,
it purred.

Well, there's our
evidence for court.

They gave lafe the .38
to get rid of,
but lafe's a saver.

Rest assured, he's got
that death gun somewhere.

Yeah, but where is he?
Even Turk doesn't know.

It's time, Mike.

Yeah.

What was that about?

Well, in every case,
there's a move
you hate to make.

This is his.

Hi.

Oh, hi, Mike.

Wake up. Get dressed.

I want you to come with
me and hear something.

Okay.

The lookout grabs my hat,

so I do like this
to his eyes.

Ain't Turk wonderful, Flo?

You heard what--
I heard enough.

"Wonderful."

He started with that word
3 weeks before we split.

But ever since that night
you and I went to the movies,

I haven't seen him.

I didn't think
you would.

Then why did
I get so sore?

A woman's vanity.

Oh.

You know
his sidekick lafe?

Mm-hmm.

Do you know
where lafe is?

No.

Did he ever make
a play for you?

Lafe always wants
what Turk has.

I'd like to know
where lafe is.

I'd like him so
liquored up, I can
search his room.

What do you want me
to say, Mike?

I want you to say
you won't do it,

that you're through
with Turk and
the whole mess.

That's nice...

But sure, I'll help you.

It'll take a little time,

but I'll let you know
where lafe is...

When I get him
the way you want him.

It worked good, Mike.

This is why
you went after me.

It worked swell...

Because now
you've really got me.

Mike!

Turk checked out
of the Blake.

The room clerk
tipped him.

Are you--

How's the case going?

I'm satisfied.

I'm not.
Can you use some help?

It's almost
ready to tap.

Is that all, sir?

Not quite.

Do you like ships?

Why?

There's a spot
on the harbor squad--

possible captaincy.

Oh, I think
you've had a call
from swift's steel

or a man named
norrie lorfield.

If I want to be head
of plant protection
at swift's steel,

I'll make
my own move.

Don't try
making me move.

Anyway, ships and
the harbor squad...
That's not for me.

I never can
remember what time
8 bells is.

You could remember
if you concentrated.

Hello?

Mike, it's me--Lili.

Yeah?

Lafe's at
1883 north normand.

I got him
the way you want.

Thanks.

Happy hunting, Mike.

Okay.

Thanks, Glory.

For luck.

7.

Glory, wait.

If you're gonna say it,
say it fast.

You make me feel that
I have to apologize

for every move
that I make.

You make me feel
guilty about you,

and you're making me
afraid...

Of getting killed,
and what it would do
to you if I were.

But, Glory,
you knew you were
marrying a cop.

You knew
what it meant.

You know, you used
to help me--

every day
in 100 ways
build me up.

But now you're
tearing me down.

This case...
It won't gel.

It keeps swinging
just out of
my reach. Why?

Because I'm afraid.

You're piling your
fear on top of mine.

I'm sorry, Mike.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.

But I am afraid...

And it builds all the time.

Oh, I try to fight it,

but it's like fighting
shadows on the wall...

So that sometimes I think
I made a mistake...

By making you
my whole life.

Aah!

My eyes. My eyes!

My eyes!

Force your eyes open.
Come on, open 'em up.

Now, keep washing 'em.
Wash out that whiskey.

Alright,
that's enough.

A copper! I thought
you were a burned bookie
for sure.

I thought I was
a dead duck for sure,
but you're only a cop!

Only a cop, yeah.
Okay, come on.

I'll tell you
what threw me.

I saw your
big car cruising
back and forth

for the last
couple of days.

I figured it was
the outfit for sure.

Hey,
is that your car?

Yeah.

That ain't the car
I saw cruisin'.

It's them!
Come on, jump!

A nice, shiny hero.

Stop heckling.

Never pick up a man
when you're alone.

Don't be a hero--
breaking
your own rule.

What were you--

I got a rule or two
of my own, bub--

anything worth doing
is worth doing well.

Hey--ooh!

Ooh...

Sit down
right here.

Mike.
Piper.

Doc.

Oh...it's you.

Piper.

That .38
Smith & Wesson was
registered to him.

He says--

he says
he sold the gun.

Yeah?

Come over here, son.

Goodnight.

Hey, poison pen...

Huh?

I'll see you
when.

So you sold
your gun, huh?

Yes, sir,
to a man in a bar.

He said he had a brother
killed in the war.

A souvenir, he said.

That's what he said,
anyway.

Did you sell your gun
to any one of these men?

Looked like
this one some...

But his face was marked,
and he had a twisted hand.

So you sold your gun
for 80 bucks, huh?

And you knew that
twisted hand didn't want it

just for a souvenir,
but you sold it.

Well, go on, have fun.
Spend your 80 bucks

and try and forget that
that gun killed a cop
by the name of Monigan.

Now, go on, beat it
before I break the law
against assault and battery.

Go on, beat it!

80 bucks.

Rotten night...

Losing lafe just
when we about had
the case broke.

Yeah, a rotten night,
alright.

Come in here, Piper.

Mike...

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Close the door.

Mike...

Come on,
close the door.

Stand back there and read it.

A...

F...

B...

G...

B...

You need
stronger glasses.

These glasses I'm wearing
are over the limit now.

When did you catch on?

When you didn't recognize
Herkimer, though you
stepped on his toes.

I thought you'd
pegged it when I lost
the tail on hippo.

Want me to talk
to Forster?

No, I'll talk to him.

He'll give me a job
sitting at a desk.

Maybe I can buy you
a rubber cushion.

Yeah...then I won't
get callouses.

Mike?

What?

You know,
I could've read that
whole chart to you.

What?

Sure. I memorized it
before my last
physical.

Why, you old thief!

Takes one
to catch one.

Yeah.

Get in.

I wait a long time
for you.

Mm-hmm.

My doctor put me
on a diet.

He say no more candy.
I start tomorrow.

But that's not
why you called me.

When the outfit
shoved lafe over,

Turk and rutzo decide
they gonna make it.

They gonna pull
the one big trick.

They gonna wallop
the outfit good.

They gonna burn
the bookies.

They're gonna
hit the outfit
right in the heart.

Turk's got their
central office fingered.

They're using
a collection agency
as a blind--

an office in
the fordman building.

Fordman building?

Yeah. Turk's gonna
hit right after
the last race today.

We've got it
on a platter,
our evidence for court.

Well, here it is.

We're gonna stake out
the building.

We're gonna get
Turk and company
raw and right.

Uh-uh. Reverse
the information.

Sift it back to Turk
through hippo.

What?

Let Turk know we're
wise to his trick.

Then he won't make the try.
And we'll make no stakeout.

No stakeout?
But, captain--

if you'd stop
to think, Mike--

stop to think with
my case balled up
in my face?

Stop to think with
Turk still operating,

the outfit still
operating, and I
keep on shadowboxing?

Sure. I'm thinkin',
alright.

I'm thinking a man has
to be out of his mind
to be a cop--

that guns kill you,
and the public
hates you.

You end up with
a pension too small
to feed a fly...

Or on a slab
like Monigan.

Well, you keep on
masterminding.
I'm full up to here.

I'm sick to death
of death and homicide!

You'll be back
for it when you've
thought it over.

Am I gonna have trouble
with you, too?

Maybe.

- Do you know this hippo?
- Sure.

Sift word back through him.
That's an order.

Right.

Hello, c.C.

I hear none of
your old uniforms fit.

Yeah.

I move in on a desk
as soon as I get one
that does fit.

You heard about
our lieutenant?

He was wrong, Piper.

Maybe he was wrong...
Maybe right...

Maybe both.

It takes a human being
to be right and wrong
at the same time.

And remember this:

To be a good cop,
you've got to be
a human being.

Yeah? I never read that
in the code.

Now you're talking
like Herkimer
writes his column.

If you catch me at it
again, Piper, belt me.

Homicide.

No, the lieutenant
isn't here.

No, ma'am,
I don't know where
he can be reached.

Yes, I'll give him
a message.

It's the twisted
left hand?! Where?

Yes, the lieutenant
will be there.

What was that?

You wouldn't know
where Mike would be?

No, but I can try.

No. No, it was
just a crank.

I'll see you later,
Piper.

Yeah.

Oh, hello, mister.

Hello, lovely.

You know, mister...

What?

Someday, I'm going
to marry you.

What did you say
your name was?

Gloria.

Well, go away, Gloria.
You're not my type.

I'll develop.

Ah, you did.

I did the best
I could with the
equipment I have.

Oh...

Tonight...
What?

Just like
that first night.

You're happy,
aren't you?

Mm-hmm. You?

Miserable,
just miserable.

Mike.

Oh...you can tell
Forster he can call me
at swift's steel.

Tell him he can speak
to any one of
my 3 secretaries--

the blonde,
the brunette,
and the bald.

Piper's dead.

Trapped by an informer
trying to trap you--
a woman.

I brought
your badge.

See Glory home,
will you, norrie?

Of course.

7?

7.

♪ I call myself a lady ♪

♪ I'm a belle
with a delicate air ♪

♪ though my gown
is a-tatter ♪

♪ it really doesn't matter ♪

♪ disregard
the clothes I wear ♪

♪ oh, you can tell
that I'm a lady ♪

♪ from my top
to the tip of my toes ♪

♪ I've been with the smarties
at continental parties ♪

♪ so you can see
my quality shows ♪

♪ my hat is yours ♪

♪ my gloves are yours ♪

♪ how generous
we ladies are ♪

♪ that's all I've got ♪

♪ for, boys, I'm not ♪

♪ a charity bazaar ♪

♪ yes, I call myself a lady ♪

♪ or they say
I'm pretending to be ♪

♪ but I will continue
along with the sham ♪

♪ her highness I ain't,
but a lady I am ♪

♪ I never will drop ♪

♪ from the top of
my family tree ♪

♪ till love ♪

♪ makes a woman out of me ♪

You looked a little
surprised, Lili.

Did you think
I'd been killed?

That's what you
thought, wasn't it?

Yes, uncle wiggily,
that's just what I thought.

Come on.

Where are we going,
to hold hands
at the movies?

All the time
I was using you
against Turk,

Turk was using you
against me.

It was a cinch.

And when Turk left
the Blake hotel,

the room clerk
didn't tip him,
you did.

And the outfit
didn't kill lafe.

It was Turk
in that car, and you
set it up for him.

I told Turk
he didn't need lafe.
He doesn't need anybody.

He thought he'd get me
when he got lafe,

and when he missed,
he tried again tonight
and got Piper.

Yes, and he'll
kill you yet.

He'll kill anybody
who ever touches me.
He loves me.

And you love him?

Him? He takes
my breath away.

Nobody else ever could.

Where is he now?

I don't know.
Wouldn't say if I did.

It all fits...

All but
the twisted left hand.
Where does he come in?

I wouldn't say
if I did know.

You know, when a girl
has the looks
that you have,

it's hard
to really see her.

But that's no excuse
for the mistake I made
about you.

No excuse...
Just an explanation.

What'll they throw
at me?

The book.

The book.
There's a crime on
every page to fit me.

Pick up
Webson the fixer.

Webson? But we don't
have a thing on him--
never could.

Pick him up. I'll meet
you at the office.

Right.

Do you want to see
the report, Mike?

No, I just want
to see him.

These what
you're looking for?

Yes.

I, uh...I brought
them to Andre's
to burn.

You wouldn't
be needing them
anymore.

A celebration.
Hooray.

But now
you need them.

Sure, I know...

Piper's dead.
You've got to
fight back.

Sure.

That phone at night
cuts me.

When you hear it,
your eyes sparkle.
You're high.

You--you shine.

Oh, you'd be
no good to yourself
without your job,

but your job is just
too much for me.

I've found myself
glad we didn't
have a baby.

Glory, stop--

that's right, glad
we had no kids...

Like Annie Monigan,
to walk through
life alone.

Stop it.

I'd want the father
of my kids
to stay alive.

Mike, I'm going home.

Going home?

For a while.

For good, maybe.

I don't know.

7:00 plane

in the morning.

Glory...

And, Mike...

Mike,
if you love me...

And I know
how much you do...

Please...
Please don't try
to stop me, darling.

You're my Glory.

I can only love you,
not tell you how to live.

Don't kid me.
You've nothing--
not a thing on me.

I don't doubt you, Webson.
You're bright. You've been
around a long time.

My lawyer
will be here soon.
He'll have the writ.

That's fine, Webson,
that's fine.

Come in
with a habeas corpus,
and we'll let you go.

You certainly will.

And then
I'll phone Herkimer.

I'll say,
"a story to print.

"We've just released
Webson the fixer.

"He's the captain
of the team.

"Yeah, the team
that's been robbing
the outfit.

But we had to let him go.
He had a writ."

No! You wouldn't
do that!

Why, the bookies would
kill me in 10 minutes!

How could they?
Show 'em your
habeas corpus.

It would be murder!
It's illegal!

You can't give
false information
to the press!

You know, the man for
you to see is Piper.

He's in charge
of complaints.

Cut that out!
Will you cut that out?!

Alright.

Alright.

I'll dictate
the statement and sign.

I know you'll play ball.

Yeah, I fingered
the robberies.

You'll have your
evidence for the court.

And I'll tell you
where they are--
Turk and rutzo.

Leave it alone, boys.
You might get hurt.

Turk! Hey! Come on,
let's get out of here!

They must've heard
our zone warning
on the radio

and figured
it meant them.

Yeah. Let 'em have it.

Car is heavy-plated.

Cover me.

Where are you going?

Just coming along
for the ride.

Hey!

Call the fire department.
Get an ambulance.

Do you know you're
gonna die, Turk?

Yeah, I know
I'm gonna die.

The gun that killed
Monigan--that was you.

And you were the chum
with the twisted left hand.

Me?

Yeah, you, Turk.

The rubber glove
we found in lafe's room.

You put it on your hand
and hold it like so.

The mottled face--
shoe polish.

You're a smart one.

I had you going
for a while.

A magician doing 5 to 10
at wallaby gave me the play.

He called it...
Misdirection.

You make your audience
look here...

So you can do
whatever you want here.

You was my audience.

No payoff to Monigan?

No. How could you know
Monigan and ask that?

They tried.

No luck.

I didn't want to
shove over the old cop,

but if he'd have caught me
that night with a loaded gun...

You know the ticket
for that.

I...i didn't want to,
but...

I shoved some dough
in his pocket when I shot him.

What did you do
with all the money
you stole?

Some of it we spent.

Some of it was burnt
to a crisp in the car.

Most of it we lost
on the horses.

You rob the outfit
and then lose it
back to 'em.

When I bet a favorite,
a long shot would drop.

When I bet a long shot,

the chalk would come in.

I had a lot of bad luck.

Would you like
to see Lili?

That tramp? Nah.

I hate a tramp.

Always got to tell 'em,
"I love you, baby."

They're a waste of time.

What do I want
to see her for?

$88,000.

4 murders.

Haven't totaled
the number of robberies.

Yep, the team rolled up
quite a score.

Still sore at me?

Why? You want
to carry my schoolbooks
home for me?

We paid a visit
to that office in
the fordman building--

the outfit's
board of directors.

Uh-huh.

We floated 'em all
out of town.

Now do you know why
I wouldn't let you go
through with that stakeout?

Yeah, I figured out
why later.

A stakeout in
a busy office building,
Turk blasting in a crowd...

Some taxpayer
would've stopped one,

and with our budget,
we can't afford to lose
any taxpayers.

Someday I'll figure
things out before I get
sore, instead of after.

I hope not. Then you'll
take my job away from me.

My pleasure. Daylight!
Hey, what time is it?

10 of 7:00.

Come on, get me to
the airport by 7:00,
will you?

Wait a minute!
Don't close that
gate! Open up!

Hey, behave yourself!

If he gives you trouble,
call a cop.

What are you doing?

Hello, miserable.

Misery with you,
misery without you...

Cop.