All language subtitles for Follow Me Quietly 1949 HD

Yes.

That's right. Nancy joined the force.

Five across.

No. I ain't playing no parlay.

I'll be glad to get
one in the money tomorrow.

Yeah. Hold it a minute.

Can I help you, Miss?

I'm looking for Lieutenant Grant.

I ain't seen him around. I
don't think he's been in today.

No. Forget it.

Not me. Not with that jockey.

He ain't even a good exercise-boy.

Hold it.

Why don't you ask Sergeant Collins?

With the raincoat.

Thanks.

It's a pleasure lady, I'm sure.

Okay, Al. I got one more.
Barney Jones in the eighth.

Sergeant Collins?

That's right.

I'm covering the Judge case.

Newspaper?
- Magazine.

Four Star publications, huh?

Thank you.

What will it be, Miss?
- Just a plain ginger ale.

A hot case.

If it gets any hotter it will sizzle.

A funny thing
calling yourself 'The Judge'.

The Judge is a funny kind of a guy.

Killing people is a funny
kind of business.

I could use a few facts. Any
slant on a likely motive?

I once knew a man who used
to cut off cat's tails.

He didn't like cats.

The judge cuts off people's wind.

He don't like people, I guess.

How about another drink?

Thanks. But I am not
the guy to buy drinks.

You ought to see Lieutenant
Grant. He's in charge.

I can't get to him.
- You bet you can't, lady.

With Harry a case is
something personal.

Same with me.

Not quite, lady.
Believe me. Not quite.

Hello Benny.

Hi, Lieutenant.

What will it be, Lieutenant?
- Give me a glass of beer, will you Dan.

The lady would like to
talk to you, Harry.

She is working on The Judge case too.

I am Ann Gorman.

You are probably
familiar with our magazine.

I thought the mayor dumped that
magazine in the river with the slot machines.

How about a little information instead
of your personal opinion?

For information, lady. Dial 411.

Nothing like a cooperative cop.

You boys from headquarters do
cooperate sometimes when you need the press.

You are not the press. You're
not even the yellow press.

You don't have to
get personal, Mr Grant.

Go ahead and throw it.

It would be a pleasure to have you pinched
and get your press card revoked.

Telephone, Lieutenant.

Thanks.

Better let me have
it before it slips.

It may seem strange to you but I
happen to have a deadline to meet.

You shouldn't have to
worry about deadlines, angel.

Art.

Come on.

That pick would finish
third in a 2-horse race.

No, no. A stag party.

Taxi.

Follow that car.

It looks like The
Judge is at it again.

No kidding.
- Yep.

McGill. Editor of
the Morning Standard.

McGill?

A funny thing how he
always strikes in the rain.

Maybe he likes rain.

He must be a fish.

Hello, Lieutenant.

How is he?
- Bad.

Both legs. More internally.

Can I talk to him?
- Not now.

Hello Lieutenant.

Hello, Mr McGill.

I always wanted to throw
something out of that window. Ha.

I didn't know it would be me.
- Sorry, Lieutenant.

No. Wait.

Wait. Ed.

Ed.
- Right here, Mr McGill.

Mr McGill, we'd
better get to the hospital.

Go to the hospital yourself.

Alright, Ed. You got your pencil?

Don't bother with him.

I am still the editor
of this newspaper.

'Exclusive'.

'The Judge'.

'Invades Morning Standard'.

'Editor lives to tell'.

'The man who calls himself
The Judge has struck again'.

I met The Judge.

I am the only victim alive
who ever saw him.

I was at my desk..

"I heard someone
coming towards the office."

Want something?

"I fell."

I.. fell.

Hold it, Lieutenant.
- No pictures.

Press.
- No pictures.

Fred.

Hello John.

Some drop.

Hello, Inspector.

So your pet did it again?

Yep.

And I put you on this case because I thought
you had some imagination, Harry.

We are doing our best, sir.

Then I'm afraid you are going
to have to do better than that.

If anyone thinks of anything we
haven't done, I sure wish they'd give us a tip.

You keep out of this, Art.

You have got imagination,
Harry. Why don't you use it, man?

You've been at it for months. And
The Judge has strangled six people.

Seven including
McGill. A lucky number.

You keep out of this, Art.

Inspector, I've studied The
Judge from every angle.

General disposition. Peculiarities.

I know him so well I
almost live with him.

Sometimes I wish I didn't.

You want to get off the case?

Yeah.

As soon as I catch up with him.

Alright. But remember,
I want results.

He is a big help.

Lieutenant.

Better take a look at this.

Uhuh.

The usual trademark.

If McGill hadn't kept that a secret
he might still be alive.

McGill was a newspaperman.

He was after his scoop.

Some scoop.

Take it to the lab.
- Right.

How did you get up here?

Connections.
- I said no pictures, didn't I?

Sorry.

Give me that camera.

Come on.

You like to push
people around, don't you.

Save the dramatics.
- Look, Lieutenant.

I am only trying to do
my job. How about a story?

You get the story when we're
ready to release it.

I don't mean that. What we
want is your personal angle.

We pay.

In that magazine? No sale.

The boss is sold on the
story. It means a lot to me.

Yes. I can imagine.

It's just the kind of
stuff that guy would go for.

'How The Judge kills and why'.

'What it feels like to be a killer'.

Spicy, isn't it?

Just think of all the gory
pictures you can use for illustrations.

Our readers want to
know what's going on.

The Judge is a menace, isn't he?

Yes. And so are you.

Polluting minds so some poor dope
gets ideas and goes on a homicidal holiday.

Here. You can have the camera.
- Thanks.

Hey.

What is the big idea? Don't
you know when it's time to quit?

Huh?

You know, I once knew a fellow.

One of the best men
we ever had in homicide.

He brooded over every case.
You know where it landed him?

In the bughouse.

That's where The Judge belongs.
- Not him.

He gets the chair. For life.

That is too good for him.

Come on, Harry.

Why not knock off, have some breakfast,
go home and get some sleep? You need it.

Sleep?

Do you think I get
any sleep when I go home?

Every time I shut my eyes
a blank face stares at me.

Oh. I see we got some more
of the usual crank letters.

'You are not the law'.

'I am the law'.

'I am The Judge. You
will never live to catch me'.

'The day of..'

Here you are, Lieutenant.

I found these hairs caught on
the button on McGill's left sleeve.

The shape of the
strands indicates straight hair.

They are definitely not McGill's.

So, the gentleman's
hair is turning grey, huh?

I'd guess they came
from a Caucasian male.

About middle aged.

Thanks, Kelly.
- Sure.

Anyway, we know the
color of his hair.

So what? We know plenty of
other things about him too.

Quite a collection of evidence.

Reminds me when I was a
kid. I used to collect bugs.

I was never happy
until the set was complete.

This collection ought
to make you very happy.

I would rather have my bugs.

There he is. The man
we're looking for.

All the pieces.

In any other case we'd give our eye-teeth
for a shred of evidence.

Here we have plenty.

We know the color of his hair, the
size of his shoes, the shape of his head.

His height, his weight.

We even know how he thinks.
Passing judgement on people.

Wait a minute. Cool off.
Don't take it so personal.

Why shouldn't I?

He is deliberately defying me.

He's on the loose making his
plans. And what are we doing?

We are standing around
slamming our heads against a stone wall.

If I could only see his face.

I would give a year's
pay just to look at his face.

Harry. Worrying yourself to death
won't make The Judge materialise any sooner.

No. I suppose not.

I am sorry.

Blowing off steam, I guess.

That is alright.

One of these days all the pieces
will fit together the way you want them.

And you'll get a real
look at his kisser close up.

It won't cost you a year's pay either.
- Wait a minute.

You are right, Art. You are right.

I am?
- Why, sure.

Why didn't I think of it before?

The pieces do fit together.

Kelly.
- "Yes, sir?"

Send Henderson and Larson up here. Tell
Henderson to bring his sketch book.

Right away.
- "Right, sir."

We calculate The Judge's height
to be about 6 feet 1 inch.

His approximate weight: 170 pounds.

From this piece of textile fabric.

We know that he
sometimes wears a blue suit.

That's about all.

Yes.

That is a pretty good likeness.

From what little I
haven't seen of him.

From this sketch we are
making a dummy. A dummy of The Judge.

We use all the evidence we have to make
it as accurate and lifelike as possible.

What are you going to do,
drag it all over town with you?

No. We'll photograph it and
distribute the pictures to the entire force.

It will give the men much more to go on
than a routine bulletin description.

Well, I guess it can't do any harm.

Okay. Make out a
requisition for whatever you need.

Thank you, sir.

Larson, what do you think?

Well, I'd like to know
a little more about him.

Anything else you can tell me? You
never know what might be helpful.

Sure. Come in my office and I'll
give you the complete file on him.

Thank you very much,
Henderson. That will be all.

Here is a complete
report on every case.

The notes that he
left with each victim.

Pictures.

What we know about
his habit patterns and..

All the rest of the data.

Six months ago we gave the
case a couple of weeks at the most.

A man was killed in a vacant lot.

Manual strangulation.

You couldn't ask for better clues.

Cigarette butts. Footprints.

And a bit of textile fabric
caught on a shrub.

Easy. Just a routine case.

Until a few days later the
same thing happened all over again.

This time with a woman. An actress.

This time he left a glove and..

A bit of shoelace
probably torn off in the struggle.

We found this note near the body.

Written with the victim's lipstick.

'The wages of sin is death'.

What was her sin?
Why did he kill her?

And here are the
rest. All the same pattern.

By strangulation. At
night. In the rain.

And that's just about the story.

Mr Larson, how long will
it take you to make the dummy?

Well.

I don't know exactly.

It is terribly important that
we get it as soon as possible.

Alright.

Make it three days. Maybe four.

You've got them.

How did you get in?

Connections.

You didn't expect
me to give up, did you?

I hope you're not going to shoot me.

It's too much trouble.

Better tell the manager to
give you your tip back.

Look, Mr Grant.

I wouldn't be here
if it weren't important.

I didn't ask you up.

You're not my type.

I told the boss I
would get this story.

Why don't you tell that guy
to go and jump in the river?

Suppose you write the story?

Or suppose you write
the story on your own terms?

Then let me write it.

With your byline.

I'll make it strictly facts.

Subject to your approval.

Why should I?

Why should..?

Well, why shouldn't you?

It's my job to get stories.

That's a rotten job.

Why don't you quit?

Because I need the money to
buy gin for my poor old father.

And send my kid sisters through
school. They are twins with two heads.

What is the matter?

You were in no hurry before.

This..

This dress. Is this
part of the act too?

I am not putting on any act.

Will you sign this
authorisation blank?

What do I get out of it if I do?

Five hundred dollars.

You phony.

You will check every word
with me before publication.

I said I would.

The five hundred dollars
goes to the police relief fund.

Whatever you say.

Go on.

I haven't got all night.

Turn out the light on
your way out, will you.

Gentlemen.

In order to give a better idea of
what the man we're after really looks like.

We've made a life-size figure to
replace the usual routine bulletin description.

We have all seen the evidence.

Evidence which we've used to build
this dummy which you are all about to see.

We'll give you a brief r�sum�.

And a few pointers on the habit
patterns of this killer.

Who has murdered seven people and successfully
evaded capture for months.

Are you ready, Art?
- Right.

What is your name?

I am The Judge.

That is a nickname.
Where did you get it?

I was ordained to sit
in judgement on sinners.

Uhuh.

Do you know what
you are charged with?

Multiple homicides.

What are the weapons you use, Judge?

My hands.

I use both my hands.

The notes.

Why do you leave notes?

I want people to know.

I enjoy being talked about.

Tell us about the rain.

Rain makes me restless.

I get excited.

What do you do when you get excited?

I kill.

Well, gentlemen. That's it.

Not bad, Harry. Not bad.

Thank you, Inspector.

I must say it wasn't
such a bad idea after all.

The darned thing
would give you the willies.

He is not a bad-looking chap.

No sex appeal.

Inspector.

In contacting The Judge.

What's our course of action?

Bear in mind at all times.

That you're dealing with a man
subject to periods of criminal insanity.

In case of doubt, my orders are..

Shoot to kill.

Are you kidding? That nag hasn't
been in the money in nine starts.

Say, Lieutenant.

I'll call you back.

I got something for you.

Something important.

There's a filly coming out
at Bay Meadows tomorrow.

They've had her under
wraps. This is the McCoy.

Benny, will you stop.

Lieutenant.

Hello.

Waiting for somebody?
- Uhuh. You.

They said I may catch
up with you here.

Who is 'they'?
- Connections.

I signed the
authorisation blank for you, didn't I?

What more do you want?

I'll have a cup of coffee please.

A galley proof on your
first story for Four Star crime.

You didn't waste time, did you.

The story is hot. The boss is
so pleased he's given me a bonus.

Good. I'll make an
honest woman of you yet.

What is this?

It's a story about the dummy.
- That's right.

And I have some swell pictures
to go with it too.

How did you find out about all this?

Connections.

And the authorisation helped.

Your name carries a lot of
weight in the right places.

You used my authorisation blank
to get this information?

Of course. It's all
part of the story.

The dummy is your idea, isn't it?

Look. The angle on the dummy
is for the police department only.

We're not even
releasing it to the regular press.

Gee, that's swell.

Then Four Star has a real scoop.

I am not okaying any part of this and you're
not printing a single word of it.

But you can't do that. The
story is already on the presses.

Then get it off the
presses right now.

Remember your name's on the dotted line.
- Subject to my approval.

What if I don't stop the story?

Then I'll fold that magazine of
yours so fast you won't know what hit you.

Excuse me.

Hey. Don't you want your coffee?

Give it to the lady.
It may wake her up.

This is legit.

The jockey's wife is betting a
bundle and that's good enough for me.

It's my dough, ain't it?

Yeah?

Yeah, that is right.

Good.

Good. I will be right there.

You're just in time. They've got him.
- Who?

The Judge. One of the
crank letters paid off. Come on.

He is down at the
Norman Street station.

What's your name?

The Judge.

Where do you live?

I don't want to live.

I'll bet that is a pack of lies.

Judge, you seem like a
pretty intelligent man.

Why did you do it?

Somebody had to make a start.

The first start.

With what?

Changing the world.

We have got to change.

I see.

Let me see your hands.

Take off those gloves.

Tell me.

That woman. The actress you killed.

How did you do it?

I strangled her.

Just like all the others.

Show me how you did it.

Come on.

Strangle me just the way you did her.

Faker.

You're no more The Judge than I am.

That woman was strangled from behind.

What are you trying to do, horn in?

Take him over to Psycho.

You've been reading
too many magazines, bud.

It's raining, Deadpan.

Does that mean anything to you?

Figure on going someplace tonight?

Where are you now?

A pool room.? Or a saloon?

Maybe with a girl, huh?

No. Not you. You are all frustration.

Tell me where you are going.

Maybe I will meet you there.

How about a date?

A blind date with me.

Sure. Where do you want to go?

You'd better take it easy,
Harry. A guy can go nuts.

The boys figured we'd be
great in vaudeville. Me and Deadpan.

Look. If you want to talk to a
dummy, why don't you talk to me?

I got a hunch deadpan is going
on the prowl tonight.

You and your hunches. Just because it
is raining. Now, what does that prove?

There were plenty of rainy
nights when he didn't show.

Come on. Let's go to the tavern.

It will be raining there too.
- No, no. I am too restless.

This rain makes me nervous.

I think I'll go for a ride.

You know something? You're
getting more like The Judge every day.

Flattery will get you nowhere.

Where do you figure on going?
- Oh, Just a cruise around.

Want me to go along?

No. You'd better stick around here
in case something turns up.

You give me the willies.

"37 and 39. Respond."

"All units. A reported
211 at Central Bank."

"Suspected."

"Report on a 459."

"14."

"One. Four."

"Okay for 7."

"Traffic 3. Investigate
accident at Spruce and Central."

"Ambulance follow up."

"991 Court Street."

"A bank. Code 30."

"66 New York."

"Use caution. These men are armed."

"At Maple and Main."

"Traffic 7."

Harry, I wanted to..
- What are you doing out here?

It's kinda damp out
here. Do you mind if I get in?

I was on my way to your office when I
saw you drive out so I followed you.

You could have saved yourself a trip.

There's nothing here your magazine
will be interested in.

Not even a corpse.

Harry, I didn't come
here for a story.

I just wanted to explain that I..

"Car 71."

Do you have to listen to that?

I thought you liked crime.

It's a wonderful commodity, crime.

Something to take care of the rent.

Pay for permanences, buy new dresses.

You are getting a big kick out
of making me feel cheap, aren't you.

Well, I..

I guess I have it coming.

But I wish you would listen
to my side of it.

You know it is my job to
get stories any way I can.

You must like your job an awful lot.

Or else you really need the money.

I am not kidding myself about my job.

But I have always wanted to write.

That's why I came to
this town in the first place.

I was down to my last dollar when I got
the job and I was darned glad to get it.

Maybe it isn't the sort
of thing I dreamed about..

But at least I am writing.

Alright.

Alright. Skip it.

I admit it was a cheap trick
using your name the way I did.

I am sorry. I apologise.

It won't happen again. Here
is your authorisation.

"Cars 42 and 87."

"Go to 411 Maple Avenue."

"Homicide."

"Attention. Cars 42 and 87."

"Go to 411 Maple Avenue. Homicide."

"Attention. Cars 42 and 87."

Hello, Lieutenant.
- Hello, Bryce.

The lab is on the way over. The
coroner should be here any minute.

Did you throw a
cordon around the district?

Yes, sir. All taken care of.
- Any idea what time it happened?

The call came in
just after 11 o'clock.

Who turned it in?
- Her husband. Mr Overbeck.

He is in the kitchen pretty
badly broken up.

Mr Overbeck. I am
Lieutenant Grant of homicide.

I am sorry to bother you
at a time like this but..

Do you think you could
answer a few questions?

I don't know. It is..

It is such a terrible thing.

Why should anyone want to
do such a terrible thing?

It'll help us a great deal if you'd
tell us when and how you found your wife.

This is my bowling night.

I got home about eleven o'clock.

When I let myself in.

There she was.

Well, did you..

Did you see anybody?

Huh?

Did you see anybody?

No. Nobody.

Just her.

There she was. Just
lying on the floor.

Do you think it was The Judge?

It looks like it.

Follows his pattern.

We missed him by a half hour.

I am about ready to quit.

She was his 8th victim. We're no
nearer a solution than we were at the start.

It's not your fault, Harry. You
have done everything you can.

It's almost funny.

I had a feeling he was
going to strike tonight.

And there wasn't a
thing I could do about it.

A tough break.

Maybe Mulvaney is right.

Maybe I ought to get off the case.

Give somebody else a chance.

What do you want to do? Walk
out and admit you are licked?

No, Harry. That's not you.

You cannot give up.
You are not the type.

Here comes the crew.

You'd better go on home.

I'll have one of the
boys drive you back to town.

Well, Lieutenant?
- Hello, Kelly.

In there.
- Right.

Hello, Doc.

You had the right hunch alright.

A lot of good it did me.

Manual strangulation.

The bruises on her throat.

And the position of the body show
the killer was behind her when he struck.

It sounds like The Judge alright.

Yes. It's exactly the same
type of strangulation as the others.

Kelly, have you photographed this?

Yeah. I got it.

Thanks.

Mr Overbeck.

Do you read this magazine?

No, sir.

What about your
wife? Did it belong to her?

No. My wife never read
that kind of a magazine.

Kelly.
- Yes, Harry?

Take this to the lab.

Right.

Think you've got something?

You never can tell.

You know, this magazine is over a
year old it is still in perfect condition.

So?

That might mean it has
been purchased recently.

People usually destroy old
magazines. Throw them away, burn them.

Go on.

Magazine are ordinarily
published in three classifications.

The first group has
no identification mark.

That is called 'Boy sale'.

Kids on the street?
- Hmm.

The second group is
marked with an 'A'. Agent's copy.

They are sold by
agents to subscribers.

And the third is marked with a star.

They are sold in newsstands and
are called 'NewsStand Editions'.

This is an 'NSE'.

What does that tell us?

We know it isn't a first edition.

Because Four Star has been in
business for several years.

I'd say this magazine was
purchased recently..

From a second-hand bookstore
where they handle back issues.

A bookstore?

Honey, you ought to be working
for homicide. Gerry.

Gerry. Get me a list of all
the second-hand bookstores in town.

Right now.
- "Yes, sir."

Well, do you know him?

The ma I am thinking
of wears glasses.

What kind of glasses?

Just glasses.

Here.

Does that help?

That is better.

Yes.

Yes. I think I know the man you mean.
- Can you describe him?

Describe him? There is
not much to describe.

He is just a.. a man.

Middle aged. Grey hair.

Always smoking a cigarette.

Do you know his name?

No. I don't.

He just drops in
here picking up magazines.

Like this?

That's right.

You know, I asked him one
day why he reads this junk.

He said it puts him to sleep.

Do you know where he lives?
- No, I don't.

How long has been your customer?
- A couple of years I should say.

Do you remember when
he was here last?

I think it was the
day before yesterday.

Thanks very much. You've been a big
help to us. We'll keep in touch with you.

You'd better assign a couple
of men at this store.

Right.
- Taxi.

Ann, you put us on the right track but
I think we'd better take over from here.

Do you mind if I stick around?

Don't worry about your
story. I'll see you get it first.

I wasn't thinking about the story.

I'm glad you said that.

We'll have dinner at The Tavern.

At Seven o'clock.

If I am late wait for me.

Art, this is it.
We've struck pay dirt.

Yeah. If he buys magazines here
he probably lives somewhere nearby.

We check the laundries, pool-rooms,
markets and saloons.

It's a cinch. All we have to do is
turn the neighborhood upside down..

And shake all the buildings
until he falls out of one of them.

Let's start shaking.

Gee, Lieutenant.

I don't know.

We get so many customers.

You say he wears glasses?
- That's right.

He smokes cigarettes all the
time. Maybe he reads while he eats.

Ah, the studious type, huh?

Me, I don't go for that type.

My boyfriend.

He is no bookworm.

He is the athletic type. All muscle.

Always on the go. Likes his fun.

Gosh, Lieutenant.

You sure do remind me of
somebody sitting there reading like that.

Try and think.

I can't. I don't remember.

Look, young lady.

I'm afraid we'll have to take you
down to police headquarters.

You are not going to arrest me?

I ain't done nothing, Lieutenant.

No, no. I just want
you to meet a fellow.

I sort-of hope you will
be able to recognise him.

I don't know.

My boyfriend. He is
supposed to pick me up in an hour.

We'll have you back
in plenty of time.

Sit down, please.

You all ready?

Shoot.

Gosh.. am I nervous.

Do you know him?

Sure.

That is Charlie.

Charlie who?

Charlie Roy.

Well, what is he doing here?

Are you sure this is Charlie Roy?

Sure I am sure.

Gosh.

I sure thought that was Mr Roy.

Do you know where he lives?

Yeah. He lives just around the
corner from the lunch room on Green Street.

Gee, he's an awful nice guy.

He always leaves a tip
and never tries to get fresh.

Gosh, I don't understand.

Charlie Roy. Number 4.

It must be upstairs.

Looking for Charlie Roy?

Yes. And he doesn't seem to be in.

Are you the manager?

Yes, sir. What has he done?

Got a passkey?
- Why, sure.

A nice fellow, Charlie.

No gambling, no women, no drinking.

I don't mind his smoking. A fellow
has got to have a vice of some kind.

Yep.

Yes, sir.

Come in.

What does he do for a living?

I don't know.

He used to work in a freight office.

He knows all about
interstate tariffs and routes.

He pays his rent on time
and all the kids like him.

A regular library. He
reads all the time.

'Hamilton's handbook of
criminal procedure'.

'Law and the Insane'.

What is in there?
- I don't know.

It's locked.
- Got that passkey?

Yes, sir. Here it is.

His own little
private chamber of horrors.

Yeah.

It looks like he was all
set to shoot it out.

I can't believe it. Mr
Roy is such a nice fellow.

They are all nice.

He's running true to form.

An egomaniac.

See who that is.

Go ahead.

Come on. Hurry up.

It's still leaking in
the bathtub Mr Mark.

I'll take care of it.
- You'll take care of it?

That is what he said last week.

Let's put this stuff back.

Me with 5 children to cook for, and
wash and iron for, and one more on the way.

Alright, alright, alright.

That was Mrs Schultz
who lives up in Number 6.

Her bathtub is leaking again.

You have any idea where Mr Roy is?

I don't know. He
should be home by now.

Now? Let's get our car out of sight.

Whose apartment is this?
- That is mine, sir.

Open it up.
- It is open.

That's him.

Get Mulvaney and the boys and
have them surround this place.

Harry. Where are you?

Over here, Art.

Are you alright?
- Yeah.

He's around here somewhere.

He went up those stairs.

Alright, Judge.

Show me your hands.

Follow me quietly.

Come on.

Hello?

Okay. Shoot.

I sure can use a hot tip.

No. That one ran out of the money.

What?

The last time that nag ran they
forgot to unhitch the milk wagon.

Hold it.

Say, Collins.

Nice work, you and the
Lieutenant cleaning up that case.

That was a real
photo-finish. - You said it.

Anyway, you two won't have to get your
feet wet looking for The Judge anymore.

I am not so sure of that.

Benny.

I'll give you odds we'll be out
looking for another judge pretty soon.

Ha. That is no bet.

What?

They ought to send
that nag back to the farm.

To raise a family.

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