All language subtitles for City.That.Never.Sleeps.1953.1080p.BluRay.x265

I am the city...

...hub and heart of America...

...melting part of every race,

creed, color and religion
in humanity.

From my famous stockyards
to my towering factories,

from my tenement district
to swank Lake Shore Drive.

I am the voice, the heartbeat
of this giant, sprawling,

sordid and beautiful,

poor and magnificent
citadel of civilization.

And this is the story of just one
night in this great city.

Now meet my citizens.

This one is Gregg Warren,

a mechanical man,
working in a widow.

Once he was an actor.
Now he's down to this.

And here comes Johnny Kelly,
also one of my citizens.

A man who tonight has reached
a crisis in his life.

He came here at this early
evening hour to see...

...Sally Connors,
free, wise and 21.

She has the face of an angel,

and a young university professor
once mistook her for one.

But when he discovered her
profession, dancing in a night club,

his love stopped, and Sally
almost stopped living.

Move it, buster.

- Oh, Johnny, it's you.
- Yeah, hi.

Why don't you go up
and park it?

I will.

- This early show's a drag.
- You're telling me.

They're weren't more than
a dozen couples out there...

- Johnny!
- Now, folks, another young lady...

- Hi, angel.
- ...beautiful and direct from Paris,

well-known to discriminating
audiences all over Chicago.

The exquisite, the graceful
and voluptuous Agnes Dubois.

Well, here goes nothing.

What brings you
here at this hour?

You. I wanted
to talk to you.

Uh... what about, sweetie?

Well... what about, sweetie?

Us.

About us.

Oh. It's Kathy again.

Yeah. It's pretty wry.
I can't seem...

So you're getting cold feet.

It's a big move to make.

You said yourself it's
what we both wanted.

You said the way things
are now, you felt smothered.

- I do.
- And so do I.

When I was younger, when this whole tired,
cockeyed world was younger,

I was going to be a pretty shining
star in ballet slippers.

Now I've been
ground down to this.

Four shows,
night after night.

Sweat and more sweat
and leering eyes.

I'm just like you.
I'm suffocated.

Sally.

You've talked
about California.

Live in the sun, under
the great big crazy sky.

Honey, I guess I do
want that for us, but I...

But you're sunk in your rut
and you'll never get out.

Do you know I've
given my notice here?

You can cancel it, can't you?

No. They've already
hired a replacement.

Honey, I...

I'm sorry. Sometimes I think
it's right and sometimes...

Forget it.

What do you intend to do?

Go away with Gregg.

That mechanical robot
out in the window?

You're backing out on me,
what do you want me to do?

Crawl into a deep-freeze?

You talk so big.
We made such plans.

Never mind, Johnny, get this
goodbye over with quickly.

Come here, Johnny.

I've been there.

And this is another
one of my citizens.

No, not him.
Not the little fella.

Him. Hayes Stewart.

He started out in his youth
to become a magician.

And magic is still his hobby.

Hayes became so talented
with his fingers,

his hand was so much quicker
than the eye,

his greed so much greater
than his conscience,

that he began picking
people's pockets

and his career as a hoodlum
went on from there.

And here is my most
brilliant criminal attorney

being interviewed by the press as he
stands beside his lovely young wife, Lydia.

A man who in the eyes of the
world is the ultimate of success,

fortune and good living.

- I'll get it, darling.
- No, no, I'll get it, my dear.

You stay here and charm
the gentlemen of the press.

Will you excuse me a moment?

Hello? Yes,
this is Penrod Biddel.

Hm? No, I'm not busy. Nothing
that can't be interrupted.

This is Johnny Kelly,
Mr. Biddel.

I've changed my mind. I've
decided to listen to your offer.

Uh-huh. I... I was
almost sure you would.

Uh... you better
come here tonight,

and take the service elevator.

OK, I'll be there.

Johnny, haven't
you left for work yet?

Look, just because I'm your mother-in-law,
you can answer me.

Uh, well, have it your own way.

But, Johnny, do you realize this
is three times this week

that Kathy's had to
stay late at the office?

And with you working
the graveyard shift,

why, you scarcely ever
see one another anymore.

I declare, I wonder why you
bother to stay married.

But then she makes
more money than you do.

I suppose that makes it
very convenient,

very comfortable for you.
Makes it nice and easy.

Well, no matter how much I try
to do for you and Kathy,

it just isn't appreciated.
Sometimes...

Sometimes I don't even think
you like me coming over.

But after all...
Kathy's all I've got.

I'll tell you this,
Johnny Kelly,

if I were Kathy, I wouldn't
stand it for a minute.

I'd just walk out.

Do you hear me?

Goodbye, Mother.

I want to talk to you.

You did... last night.

Whatever you left out,
your mother filled in today.

Don't leave
this minute, please.

I'm sorry,
I have to, Kathy.

What few years I have
left of this life, I want to enjoy.

A woman should certainly
have the privilege

of seeing her own daughter
whenever she wants to.

- Mother!
- Oh, hello, honey.

- What did you tell Johnny?
- Nothing. Nothing at all.

Why? Has he gone?

Yes, he's gone.

Too bad you didn't marry
that Kitchener boy.

Him and his wife are living
out on Lake Shore Drive.

Not that Johnny isn't
decent and honest and all,

but you should have had a man
who would give you the comforts of life.

If you'd listened to me, Kathy, you never
would have married Johnny in the first place.

- Telephone for you, Pop.
- OK, Bill.

Sergeant Kelly.

Hello, Pop.
I hate to bother you,

but I've been worried
about Johnny.

He's been acting so strangely.

And just tonight I
found part of a letter

he had started
to write to his captain.

What did it say?

Well, it sounded as if...

I hate to say this...

It sounded as if he were
thinking of quitting.

I'm sure you're wrong. There's
nothing the matter with Johnny.

Nevertheless, I wish
you'd have a talk with him.

I'll catch up with
him at roll call.

Will you call me later?

Sure. And you take it easy now,
quit fretting.

I can't help it, Pop.
I love the guy.

That makes two of us.

Kelly... Junior, that is.

Here.

- Williams.
- Here.

- O'Malley.
- Here.

- Anderson.
- Here.

- Michaels.
- Present, sir.

How long have you been
with us, Michaels?

Three months
and two days, sir.

- Want to see Johnny?
- Is he all checked in?

Take off, Junior.

- King.
- Here.

- Griffin.
- Here.

- Conlon.
- Here.

- McAlear...
- Something wrong, Pop?

I just happened to be
in the station.

- Oh.
- I'll walk you down to the garage.

How have things
been going?

Fine, fine, great,
couldn't be better.

Sour about something?

I hear the Bears are one
touchdown favorites Sunday.

Don't change the subject.

Stop digging at me.

What's the matter,
Johnny?

Don't you like your job?

Yeah. It's making me
filthy rich.

Still thinking of California and
that fishing boat, aren't you?

Anything but this.

I could have you fired
for a crack like that.

You'd be doing me
a big favor.

Kathy's worried about you.

Oh, been complaining
again, huh?

No, she just loves you,
Johnny, that's all.

You mean she loves her job,
that big position of hers.

Maybe instead of
a nice friendly chat,

you'd like an unfriendly
punch in the nose?

- Not tonight, Pop.
- Then ease up.

OK.

- Where's my partner?
- Sick tonight.

Oh. Same old earache,
I suppose.

Well, he oughta have his ears
cleaned up or chopped off.

Ready to roll?

Who are you?

I'm your partner
for the night, Kelly.

How do you know my name?

I've known it
for a long time.

I wish I can return
the compliment. I...

I don't think I know you.

Well, you can just
call me... Joe.

With a sergeant along,
it figures I do the driving.

You might be a sergeant
yourself someday.

- Not me.
- Sure about that?

Positive.

Wonder what kind of night
it's going to be.

This car usually
has it pretty quiet.

Car one-oh-eight.
Car one-oh-eight.

East side,
Ninth District.

One-oh-three-
one-six Avenue J.

Second floor in the rear.
Man beating a woman.

The city at night.

A million homes, three and
a half million people,

all different
from one another.

People loving,
people hating,

people stealing,
people praying...

Same old shineola.

Car two-eight-four.
Car two-eight-four.

The Starlight Ballroom.
A knifing.

Probably some goon
jealous of a taxi dancer.

Spends ten cents
and thinks he's in love.

- The grief of the city.
- I'm sick of listening to it.

How did a man
in your frame of mind

ever become a policeman
in the first place?

My old man,
Sergeant John Kelly.

Sergeant. He's been on
the force for 27 years.

He wants us to be
a family of cops.

He pushed me into it.

I suppose you had
different plans?

Anything but being a cop.

That reminds me,
I have a little errand.

Do you mind watching the
car for a few minutes?

No, not at all.

Be right back.

- Oh, hello, Johnny, come in.
- Thank you.

I gave the cook
the night off.

- Will you have a drink?
- I'm working.

For me
or the police?

That depends.

You know, Johnny...

...I could make
a big man out of you.

I've helped
a lot of people.

It's a hobby of mine,
to take a human being

and give them glamour,
confidence and polish.

Darling...

Will you
excuse me a moment?

I know you're busy,
darling,

so I'm going over
to Helen's for a while.

Did you have to call me
in here to tell me that?

I wanted to say goodbye.

I couldn't very well have done
that in front of company, could I?

- Be home early?
- Of course.

Give my best to Helen.

You see, Johnny,
this is the thing.

I can give a person,
uh, dignity and pride.

- Help them face the world.
- I can face the world.

- Oh, can you?
- Mm-hm.

The world you're in now?

I see how you
win your court cases.

Let me tell you the story
of a man I once helped.

His name is Hayes Stewart.
Rather handsome chap.

Considering the tawdry
profession he was in.

He was a pickpocket.

Did you ever hear of anything
lower than a pickpocket?

Yeah, I've heard of a few.

Well, I met him
in a rather odd mann...

Hm. Well,
he stole my wallet.

He emptied my briefcase,
then came to my apartment

and had the gall to try and
blackmail me for its contents.

And he was really
very crude at it.

You should've
turned him in.

No, no, he could be
of use of me.

I...
before he left here,

I convinced him

that I could find better
things for him to do.

For instance, certain
documents in my possession

often prove very valuable
during a trial.

Now he's worked for me
ever since.

He's prosperous,
wears the finest clothes

and has the manners
of a gentleman.

Yeah. And the instincts
of a killer.

- I've heard of him.
- Well, he's the job I had for you.

Mr. Stewart is becoming
very ambitious.

He wants to be independent.

He's gonna try to break
into my office safe.

Oh? What's he after?

A document.

What? The Declaration
of Independence?

That's what he thinks.

He'll be at the Testa building on
Dearborn Street at one am. This morning.

I want you to grab him
right in the act.

You don't need me to get him.
Call headquarters.

They'll be glad to get an
advance notice on burglary.

If Mr. Stewart were
simply arrested,

taken down and booked,
it would be rather ticklish.

Unless I spring him within a few hours,
why, he might start singing.

What do you want me to do, kill
him for resisting arrest?

Oh, no,
nothing so crude.

Rough him up a little
bit if you have to.

Slip the handcuffs on him, then
shove him in the back of the police car.

And then take him over
the Indiana state line.

Why? He'd only
come right back.

No, no. The Indiana police
are looking for him.

A slight case of manslaughter.

A year or two
in the penitentiary.

Seems like an awfully roundabout
way to get rid of somebody.

I don't exactly want
to get rid of him.

What he needs
is a lesson in ethics.

I'll let him cool for a few
months in the Indiana jail

and I'll step in
and obtain his release.

He will be grateful to me and
our relationship will be resumed.

There's just one hitch.

Oh, yes, of course.

I forgot the
most important thing.

There's $5,000 in this.

Let's call it a gift for whatever
is your favorite charity.

That's a lot of money.

But when I have an important
errand done for me,

I'm an extremely
benevolent man.

Obviously. But that's
not what I meant.

- No? What then?
- Tonight I'm not available.

Not while I'm...
wearing this.

Tomorrow will be different.

Tomorrow will be too late.
The time is tonight.

It won't work.
I'm not going to try it.

Yes, you will.
And I'll tell you why.

Hayes has been palling around
with a young kid. Sort of a sidekick.

The kid hasn't become
involved in anything yet.

But if Hayes continues
to be on the local scene,

little Stubby
is going to be in deep.

And you'll be looking up
at him in the police lineup.

Holding his cap in his hand and
blinking at the lights in his face.

Any particular corner on the Indiana
line you want Hayes Stewart dumped on?

- Third and E Streets.
- He'll be there.

If I want to get
in touch with you

for any particular
reason tonight...

- Car seven-four-nine.
- That would be rather awkward.

Then try the
Silver Frolics on Wabash.

- Ask for Angel Face.
- Angel Face?

Yeah, she works there.

- Get your errand squared away?
- Yeah... part of it.

Car 12. Supermarket
three-five-four-six Addison Street.

- Burglary in progress.
- Everything quiet?

We haven't been asked
to do a thing so far.

Car 134. Car 134.

Corner of Elston and Montrose.
Disturbance on street.

It's like a jungle.

Ever think of how it'd
be without the police?

Sure, every man
for himself.

Violence, bloodshed,
fear, no protection.

You lecture
on the side, Sarge?

Car 44. Car 44.
Four-seven-two-one Hyde Park.

Meet robbery victim,
a soldier in tavern at that address.

Probably some guy
just back from Korea

been rolled for his train ticket
and whatever money he had.

Sure, happens every night.

In a way,
we're like soldiers,

- an army of policemen.
- Knock off, will you?

You're not very impressed
with your job, are you?

It's my last night
on the force.

Oh... why?

Because I'm not impressed.
Now, you can do me a favor.

Give this to the captain in the
morning in case I'm not there.

Tells him I'm
fed up with the job.

Fed up with life too?

No. Far from it.

Is he mechanical or is he real?

Anybody who comes up with the right
answer will be a guest of the house.

Watch him stand, watch him move.

Ask yourself whether he is real

or whether it is all
coils and springs.

- Then come in...
- Some gimmick, huh?

- Gets them inside, though, doesn't it?
- Yeah.

Car 11. Calling car 11.
Fiftieth and Dearborn.

A dead man in the vacant lot.

- Want to have a cup of coffee?
- In there?!

They give us courtesy
of the kitchen.

Doing their bit to keep the policemen
of Chicago happy, huh?

Yeah.

Didn't I see you in here
a couple of hours ago?

- Yeah.
- Angel Face just went on.

Yeah.

Are you
going to wait for her?

Yeah.

I'll tell you something.

It's getting so the Mechanical
Man practically busts a spring

every time he
sees you walk in here.

He oughta leave her alone.

That threat could go
for a lot of people.

Like those
guys out there.

Two Old Fashioneds.

No ice, no water,
no sugar, no grenadine.

On the level.
Gregg is serious about her.

He's got his
coils wound up too tight.

He wants to get out
of that plate glass window

- and work up an act with her.
- So I've heard.

Two
vodka martinis...

Were the people who order them
Russians, by any chance?

Who knows?
What do I have to do?

Get an affidavit every time
anybody orders vodka?

- You're a clever kid, aren't you?
- Drop dead.

I'll give you
a tip, buster,

if you're as crazy about Angel
Face as I think you are,

- you move in fast.
- Got a stopwatch?

- I thought you said goodbye.
- I did.

What do you want?
A repeat performance?

- Hiya, Copper.
- Hiya.

Well, our most
devoted fan.

You and Angel Face
want to smooch?

Come on, girls, let's
have some coffee, huh?

I can sure use it.

All right,
what's the message?

I've handed in
my notice too.

- What notice?
- To the police.

I'm quitting.
Tonight's my last night.

All those plans we made, we're
going through with them.

Are you sure this time?

I am. We start fresh.
The whole slate wiped clean.

No past, only a future.

You did come back to me.

How about you? Are you
sure I'm the guy for you?

- Yes.
- No one else you'd rather be with?

Like a mechanical man
or a college professor?

Uh-uh. A cop.

I'm sick of this town.

I'm with you, Johnny.

When I first came to this town,
I was gonna be...

Oh, there were a lot of things
I was going to do.

Become famous...

But Chicago's the
big melting pot

and I got melted, but good.

Tomorrow's a new day,
Angel Face.

I'll go anywhere
you want me to go.

I'll pick you up in the
morning at the apartment.

We'll leave then.
Be ready.

I am ready.

Car seven-four-three,
car seven-four-three.

Eight-two-five Sedgewick Street.
Sick woman on the sidewalk.

Hey, that's a district squad
roll. Let's get over there.

Car seven-four-nine, going in on
that call at eight-two-five Sedgewick.

Car seven-four-nine, OK.

Hey, that coffee cup
must've had lipstick on it.

All right, stand back.

You guys better
take over.

- What happened?
- Her husband came running down the street,

yelling for a cab. I slammed on my
brakes and we went inside after her.

I got her half way
into the cab,

but I figured it's
best we don't move her.

- Give me a hand, Joe.
- Yeah.

- Easy... easy does it.
- There we go.

Get a blanket.

You know, this makes the third baby
I've delivered in the last two months.

Maybe you should've
been a doctor.

"Dr. Kelly."

- I'll take it.
- Hey, take it easy, will you?

How many babies do you think I've
handled already this week?

I don't care how many you've
handled, take it easy.

You talk like you're
its father or something.

Do you got any kids?

On my pay?

Who is it?

It's Stubby Kelly.

Back again.
What you been doing?

Goofing.

I thought you were supposed
to be home before now.

No, I'm working,
remember?

Your old man thinks you're
still bell hopping here?

- Yeah, sure.
- Pretty gullible, isn't he?

He's a square.

But he'd really
go to bat for you

if you got into a jam,
wouldn't he?

- Naturally.
- Really go all out?

I'm his son, ain't I?

Ever told him
that you know me?

No. My brother Johnny
or my old man.

You told me not to.

There may just come a
time that I want you to tell him.

How do you figure I'm
ever gonna get in a jam?

I feel like I'm rottin' away
standing around street corners

and whistling at dolls.

Running and getting
sandwiches and jamoke

for those guys
in the pool hall.

I had more fun when I
was a bell hop here.

Why don't you let me
go with you sometime?

I'm as ready
as I'll ever be.

Why don't you let me
turn a trick with you?

How about tonight?

- Are you kiddin'?
- Nope. Tonight's the night you go with me.

Oh, man!

That's it over there.

You follow me over,
not too close.

I'm going in through
the freight chute.

I want you to
help me open it.

I'm going in with you,
ain't I?

No. Soon as I'm
out of sight,

you come back and
wait here in the car.

Anybody ask you why
you're sitting here,

tell them...

Tell them you're waiting
for your old man.

OK.

Testa building.
That's funny.

What's funny about it?

Nothing. Coincidence,
that's all.

Lots of big jewelry firms, insurance
offices, attorneys...

Yeah.

I heard the elevator, heard
it as plain as anything.

Ain't supposed to be
a soul in this building,

but I saw that indicator move
up to the sixteenth floor.

We'll go up
and take a look.

It must've been a spook that
brought that elevator up here.

Maybe he's on
the next floor down.

- Who, the spook?
- Ahh.

We'll hit them all.

It's Hayes Stewart.

Hi. I've gotta see you.

I scored a big
handful of nothin'.

Meet me at the place.

No, that's all now.
That's all.

- Nothing?
- Nothing.

I would have sworn somebody
was here. Whatcha doing?

I just wanted to see
what brand it was.

- What brand was it?
- Nervous Nelly, 90 proof.

I suppose you boys
are laughing at me,

but I saw that elevator
arrow move.

Man, we're not
laughing at you.

This is what we're paid for,
to answer very call.

Most of them
don't amount to much.

But you can never tell
when it's for real.

Who knows? Maybe I'll see
you later on tonight myself.

That's right. And if you ever
see anything that bothers you,

anything that you wonder about,
you get us over here.

I sure will.
Sure will do that.

What... what
are you doing here?

What do you mean,
what am I doing here?

Just what I said.

Well, you sent for the police,
didn't you?

- Yes. They left.
- They left without me?

- You're a cop?
- Sure. Detective Bureau.

And, uh, don't let them kid you
about that elevator not moving.

- It did. You were right.
- You really think so?

I know so.
Now will you let me out?

Oh, I sure will... sure will.

Isn't that a pretty green?

It's the exact
model and color

I was going to get Kathy
for Christmas last year.

They wanted too much dough.

Well, maybe you can
get it this year.

How long you
and Kathy been married?

Three years
and four months.

She know you're leaving?

How did you know
I was leaving her?

I mean, does she know you're
leaving the police force?

Knock off, will ya, Sarge?

So you're leaving
the police and your wife.

Yeah. I'm starting
from scratch.

You're sick inside, Johnny.

Something's got you
all fouled up.

What is it? What's got you
so torn up and confused?

It's my fault, Pop. I
make more money than he does.

I just didn't realize how
that must eat on a man.

His pride.

Well, I suppose it
makes him feel...

Inferior is the word.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

But that's going
to be different.

I'm quitting
my job tomorrow.

We'll live on
what he makes.

After all, Pop, you raised a whole
family on a policeman's salary.

It just means
cutting a few corners.

The only thing that
really worried me,

aside from the letter...

Probably doesn't
mean a thing.

I found this
by the telephone.

What would he be doing
with an attorney's card?

Penrod Biddel.

Did you forget
your key again, darling?

Darling, you
never gave me one.

What are you doing here?

Visiting.

I didn't expect you.

Did you expect me
to be somewhere else?

Not exactly.

I'm an ex-magician.

Always look
for the unexpected.

Mm-hm. Now that
you're here, Hayes,

I... I'd like to have
a little talk with you.

What for, Mr. Biddel?

To tell me how you picked
me up out of the gutter

and made something out of me?

And how I agreed never to
do a job you didn't assign me?

Exactly. You're becoming
too ambitious, Hayes.

Maybe.

- Why, Hayes?
- Could be I'm tired of doing all the work.

No, no, you're wrong. All
the work is done up here.

- And muscles are cheap, huh?
- Yes.

I can buy all the brawn
I want anywhere, anytime.

Would you mind if I did
my own thinking from now on?

I would mind very much!

Well... I guess
you're gonna miss me then.

That's just about what
I was going to tell you.

- No kidding.
- Yeah.

- You're gonna fire me, huh?
- Mm-hm.

- I can build persons up and I can...
- You can tear persons down.

I understand you're planning
a big job for tonight.

It's done.

- Done?
- It wasn't easy.

You're a very
smart man, Mr. Biddel.

For a man as smart as you,
I can't figure why you

keep such important papers
in your bedroom safe.

That's a funny note,
Mr. Biddel, isn't it?

What have you
done with them?

This is right back where
we started three years ago.

I got my hands on some documents
incriminating enough

to send you away for 99 years.

Only I wasn't smart then.

I let you give me
a line of fast talk.

Tell me all the things you were
gonna do for me, what a big man I'd be.

All that hot air and malarkey.

And I gave you back
99 years of your life.

This time I want a hundred thousand dollars
in cash and I want it tonight.

Where do you think
I can put my hands

on that kind of
money at night?

You're a very
smart man, Mr. Biddel.

You do all the thinking.

You said so.

Well, think.

Think hard.
It's your problem.

You've got the greatest
gall of any man alive.

Thank you. I'll be waiting
for you in my hotel room.

Tell me, what gives you such
insufferable confidence?

The knowledge that if you're not
there with the money inside two hours,

the whole batch of stuff goes
to the district attorney.

Wait a minute, Hayes.

How did you get
those papers?

I had an accomplice.

Aren't you going
to ask me who?

All right... who?

Your wife.

Who are you? What are...?

I'm trying
to find Johnny Kelly.

It's very important.
I must reach him.

Well, once I called the
station he worked out of,

and left a message for him to call
me whenever he happened to check in.

Would you do that again?

What's the matter with you,
Gramps? Do it yourself.

I'd much rather

not leave my name
with the police.

You call him and tell him
it's urgent that I see him.

Biddel is the name.

Calling Car seven-four-nine.
Car seven-four-nine.

Disturbance in alley between Superior
and Huron streets, east of Hudson Avenue.

Car seven-four-nine, OK.

- Good dice, hit one little...
- Come on, roll it, roll it.

- Thirty-six.
- I wanna see them dice!

There's nothing wrong
with these here dice, man.

Now, there's
36 bucks down there.

You boys can cover
all or any part of it.

I want to see them dice.

There's nothing wrong
with these here dice, man.

Those dominoes
are lopsided

and there's not a dime of that
money there legally yours!

Look, I've dropped my
whole day's take there

- and I've got a wife and six...
- I know.

A sick wife
and hungry little children.

Shame on you, boy, for even
bein' in a gambling game.

I'm sorely tempted
to give you back your money.

But my conscious tells me you
oughta learn your lesson.

Look, Johnson, all three of
us dropped our whole day's take...

If those dominoes are loaded,
it ain't legal.

Look out,
the blues are coming!

All right,
stay where you are.

Well, if it isn't
my old friend the Deacon.

- Just a quiet little game going on here, Officer.
- Uh-huh.

All that money
is yours, huh, Deacon?

Since it's laying there,
it's open.

No, sir. We were
just breaking up the game.

Give me the dice.

- How much is down there?
- Thirty-six bucks.

Deacon, I'm shooting 36 bucks,
and you're feeding me.

No, sir, Officer Kelly,
I ain't.

I said you're feeding me
for 36 bucks.

What do they say, Deacon?

You and I both know
what they say.

All right, boys,
pick up your money.

Next time be careful
who you shoot craps with.

Deacon here makes
his living this way.

He's a leech.
A human blood-sucker.

If you ya” too loud
when you lose,

you're liable to
wind up with no head.

So wise up and get outta here.

You ain't
gonna take me in?

Of course not, Deacon.

By the way, how many times have
I arrested you so far this month?

- What is it, three?
- No, sir, four.

That's more than enough.

I've been punished.
I see the light.

Livin' on the misery
of poor little suckers.

Shame on me,
shame on me...

I'm gonna throw the book
at you this time, Dea...

You really gonna
take me in?

You're through shaking people
down for a while, Deacon,

because you're gonna
live in the County.

That way the only people
you'll be shaking down

are the dumb taxpayers like me.

Let me go. And...
I'll get a job.

Get in.

Big responsibility looking out
after the public, isn't it?

Just routine.

But I got a definite offer,
if I could just put the act together.

It's no use, Gregg. I've thought
about it but I got other plans.

I told you about it, didn't I?
Comic routine. "Mr. and Mrs." bit.

There must be
other girls you can get.

You'd be the wife, see? And I'd be
the nagging husband. It's the switch.

The nagging one
is the husband.

I've got some of the material
written down here...

Well... some other time.

I gotta go back
out to the window anyway.

They oughta give me a longer
break than 15 minutes.

I'll say they should, Gregg.

You know how it feels
to be out there

for one solid hour
and a half without a rest?

- I can imagine.
- One, two...

I don't think about it. If I
did, I'd be in a nuthouse.

What do you think about?

I got a game I play.

I told Sally about it.

He pretends he isn't there.

Yeah. I...
I'm counting, see.

But all the time
I'm thinking,

I'm not
in a window at all.

I'm out by the blue Caribbean,
and... Sally's with me.

Lying there on
a crystal white sand,

in a black bathing suit.

And I can hear the waves
hitting the beach.

I can see the white caps
dancing across the water.

You hurt all over,
don't you, Gregg?

No. Not when I go
to the places where I go.

Sometimes I'm on a mountain top
and it's snowing.

And Sally...

Sally's wearing a
snow hood and blue ski pants

and white mittens.

She's laughing because she
feels so cold and she feels so good.

How can I get another girl
to play my wife?

- Gregg...
- If you don't play her, there's no act, that's all!

That's for me,
they want me back out in the window.

Telephone,
Sally, for you.

- Do you know who it is?
- Who else?

Don't answer it. Please?

- Hi, Johnny.
- Got your message. Anything wrong?

Oh, I don't know. There was
a Mr. Biddel or Biddel.

I don't know. Anyway,
he seemed very upset.

He waited around
for you about an hour.

- Did he leave a message?
- Oh, yeah.

He said, um... "Your
appointment is changed.

The time is now.

And the place, The Continental Hotel,
Hayes Stewart's room..."

Darling...
what's better than money?

You tell me.

The black magic
of Hayes Stewart.

Darling, give me some magic.

You're the best.

The best magician.

Your magic touch.

I'm in a different world.

No wonder I'm willing
to give up everything.

Room three-two-oh.

Oh, you're the best,
the best.

- He's on his way up.
- OK.

This is it, kitten.

Is it all off?

Mm-hm. All of it.

What are you
so nervous about?

You don't have
to rub his face in it.

But, darling, I was
rubbing your face in it.

Oh, you're upset.

I've stolen a lot of things in my life,
but never someone's wife.

- What's so funny?
- You with a conscience.

- He doesn't have the money with him.
- I'll handle this.

If he had the money,
he'd be carrying it in something.

Lydia, keep out of this.
All right, where is it?

- I can explain everything.
- Where is it?

But first there are one or two
things I'd like to say.

May I sit down?

I tried my best to help you the
same as I helped others in the past.

You, Lydia,
when I first saw you...

I was selling coffee and hamburgers
behind a counter in a railroad station.

Yes, I had an hour to kill.

And you used it
to murder years of my life.

Sure, you made a lady out of me,
the best-dressed hash-slinger in Chicago.

But you've never stopped
talking about it since.

You've thrown it in my
face three times a day.

You told everybody we met,
"Look at my lovely wife.

She used to be a two-bit waitress
with broken arches,

- and look at her now."
- Yes, look at her now.

Maybe I was boasting...

...because I was
very proud of you.

Consider, have I ever done
anything really to hurt you?

- Or you, either?
- Tell him about the ride to Indiana.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I heard your
instructions to that cop.

Sure. How can
anybody be hurt

by a nice solid year in jail?

Well, I guess there's
nothing left to be said.

Except I...

I'd like to present this
farewell gift to both...

Look out!

You were right,
he hasn't got it.

Why'd you have
to shoot him, Hayes?

You could've just taken his gun.

He was an old man.
What were you afraid of?

Are you concerned
with him or us?

Us, but I didn't want to get
mixed up in anything like this.

- Let's get out of here.
- Where to?

Somebody must've heard that shot.
They'll call the police.

Where we gonna go? You can't shoot a
man as prominent as him and run very far.

You're right,
the police will be here.

- This is my room, they have my name.
- Oh, Hayes, I'm scared.

Wait a minute. They'll never
search a police car for us.

If he could use that cop,
we can.

He'll get us
out of the state.

- You said that was the deal he made.
- Yes...

- Where do we find him?
- Well, he told him he'd be

at the Silver Frolics.
His name's John Kelly.

Let's go.

Calling car seven-four-nine,

car seven-four-nine.
Continental Hotel,

- room 320, a shooting.
- Car seven-four-nine, OK.

- Did he say The Continental Hotel?
- He sure did.

The guest in 337
reported a shot, you see,

but we didn't investigate right
away because it could've

been a car backfiring
or almost anything.

Then the man in
337 called again.

Said he saw Hayes Stewart
and a woman leaving,

said it looked like
they were in an awful hurry.

So I came up with a pass key,
I knocked and nobody answered.

I opened the door and found
this man here the way you see him.

I called the squad roll even
before I called you... gentlemen.

This man's in a bad way.

- Are you the house doctor?
- I'm a doctor.

He lives in the
building next door.

I thought it best
to ask him over.

I can't do anything
for him here.

Everybody clear out
until squad roll arrives.

I said everybody clear out!

All right, folks.
Come on, Doc.

Hayes Stewart?

Yeah.

The hotel manager said two
people left the room.

- Who was with him?
- It's not important.

Any idea where he went?

Looking for you.
Silver Frolics.

Aren't you going to report in?

Yeah.

Police three-one
three-one-three.

Get me the squad operator.

Officer Kelly,
car number seven-four-nine,

twenty-first district
reporting in.

A shooting at
The Continental Hotel.

Victim is Penrod Biddel.

Yeah, that's him.

He was shot
by Hayes Stewart.

The only lead I have is
that Stewart may be headed

for the Silver Frolics.

- Stand by.
- Right.

Car seven-four-nine,
seven-seven-one, seven-seven-four

and attention all cars. Wanted
for assault with an intent to kill,

Hayes Stewart.
Description follows.

Calling car seven-four-nine.
Car seven-four-nine, come in.

Car seven-four-nine,
acknowledge.

That's Johnny's car.

They must still be on that
Continental Hotel call.

- Let's go in on that call.
- OK by me.

Car seven-eight-four.
Seven-eight-four.

Go ahead, seven-eight-four.

Did seven-four-nine report?

Not yet.
They're tied up.

We'll go in on that call.

OK, car seven-eight-four.

Silver Frolics on Wabash.

Is he mechanical or is he real?

Watch him walk,
watch him move,

then guess whether he is made
of wax, metal and putty,

or if he is flesh and blood.

What is it?
What's the matter?

- Nothing... nothing.
- The police?

Yeah, one of them's... Kelly.

You boys want a good table
with a nice view?

- Are you kidding?
- We're just looking around.

Officer Kelly!

- Officer Kelly?
- Yeah? Who are you?

Mrs. Penrod Biddel. Are you
looking for Hayes Stewart?

Yeah, I am.
How'd you know?

Well, your deal is changed.
Arrest him.

He... he just shot my husband.

Deal? I don't know
what you're talking about.

Come on, we'll pick
him up. Where is he?

He's upstairs.
But I can't go.

What's the matter, lady?

If he knew I'd pointed
him out, he'd kill me.

- We'll protect you from him.
- Come along.

I'll handle it.

Hayes Stewart?

- What is this?
- Don't you know?

Your name Kelly?
John Kelly?

- Yeah, that's my name.
- That's different.

I've been looking for you.

We're even.

I've been
looking for you.

Fine. You ready
to take me?

Yeah, I'm all ready.

Well... you sure
you got this straight?

I'm positive.

Well, OK.

Only it won't be Indiana.

I want you to take me
to Cicero instead.

You crazy?

I'm taking you down
to the Detective Bureau.

You're under arrest
for shooting Penrod Biddel.

Quit being cute, copper. You made a
deal with Biddel to take me out of town.

A deal to do what?

You're officer
John Kelly, aren't you?

That's right.

Oh... I get it.

It's suddenly
crystal clear.

Hayes!

Hayes. Hayes! Here.

What happened? Tell me
what happened over there!

Anybody get hurt or anything
like that? What happened?!

Tell the kid
what happened, Lydia.

You're pointing
that gun at me.

Am I, sweetheart? Am I?

- I'm going...
- Shut up! You're staying.

- You look as if you're crazy.
- You're right. Crazy's the word.

I was happy. I was
contented following orders.

Then you came sneaking around
with your big ideas.

I was only trying to help.

Telling me how we could take
the old man for all the money.

The places
we were gonna live.

Making me the
hottest hoot in town.

And when the showdown came,
you were great in the showdown, Lydia.

True blue.
A hundred percent solid.

You were
sensational, Lydia.

In fact, you were so great,
that I'm going to take...

- Hayes, don't!
- Hayes, let me get outta here. Let me get outta sight! Hayes!

Why don't you tell me how much
you love me, sweetheart?

You fool, you.

I used to do a magic act
about a disappearing girl.

Here's the way it goes, Lydia.

Just like this.

- Been shot.
- Just like Biddel, huh?

- Worse off than he is.
- Think she's dead?

Yeah.

That's funny, the call said
the shooting was inside.

You better go in and check.

It's Pop, Johnny.

- I waited for you, son...
- Pop...

Kathy's a fine girl, Johnny.

Take care...

Pop?

Why did it have
to happen to him?

What was he
doing here anyway?

He took your call, Johnny.

Who was it?
Hayes Stewart?

Yeah... the hood.

No... cop killer.

Johnny".
I know how you feel.

I don't think you have the
slightest idea how I feel.

Why do you say that?

I feel like I'm in
a cement mixer

being slowly chopped
and pounded to death.

I've seen all
I can stand to see.

He was an old man.

He should've been
retired by now.

That's the way he wanted it.

To be killed in
the line of duty.

Stupid copper.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah. You saw it,
didn't you?

- What?
- The shooting on the street.

You know what
I'm talking about.

Answer my question!
Where did Hayes Stewart go?

I'm a mechanical man.

I don't see, I don't hear,

and I don't feel, remember?

You mean to tell me
you didn't see him go?

I didn't see a thing.

Gregg, Johnny's father was killed
right here in this club.

Kelly!

I saw it all right.

Then come up
with some answers.

- I can even do better.
- What, for instance?

It's a slight chance,
a hundred to one shot.

I'm the only one that did
see him kill that girl.

He's still somewhere
in the neighborhood.

When he realizes
that he's got a witness,

when he figures out that
I'm not made out of just...

...sawdust and bailing wire...

...he might be back.

Just tell me
where he went.

I don't know
exactly where he went.

Some nearby building,
I'm sure. I have a hunch he'll show.

So lose yourself
out on the street.

Wait for it to happen.

Gregg. You're not
going back to that window.

Sure I am, to wait...

...and count...
dream some more...

Of the blue sea.

And mountaintops
with falling snow.

Always.

That's the way a man is
when he's made of sawdust.

Johnny.

You can't let him
go back to that window.

- If he can help me...
- Stop him, Johnny. Please stop him.

He... he's just
a nice guy who...

...who shouldn't have to die
like a freak in a window.

He shouldn't, he can't.

Gregg...

- It's all off.
- What is?

Your clay pigeon act.

What's the matter?

Nothing, it
just struck me funny.

When I was a kid,
I always wanted to be a cop.

Here he is
again, the Mechanical Man.

He walks, he moves,
but is he real?

Is he a human being
or is he a machine?

Guess whether he
is man or robot.

The correct answer entitles...

- Get in, will you, Sarge?
- What's up?

I'll explain in a minute.

...or is he a machine,
a mechanical man?

He walks,
he moves, but is he real?

Is he a human being
or is he a machine?

- Please, please!
- Shut up!

Please, Hayes, tell me
what happened in that club.

Nothin', I tell ya. I just
winged him, that's all.

What's the matter now?

Why leave here? This is
as safe a place as any.

- You saw those cops roll away.
- Yeah.

- Then there's that dummy.
- What about him?

He saw me kill Lydia.

He ain't a human being,
how can it see anything?

That's what I
gotta find out.

I never killed
anyone before her.

There's not going
to be anybody.

Not anybody can say
they saw me.

Hayes, please,
let me cut out!

- Let you what?
- Beat it.

Oh, no.

What?

That dummy's not the only
one who saw what I did to Lydia.

Hayes, you don't think...
you... you...

Come on, what's
the big mystery?

- What's your plan?
- A stake out.

- You think he'll come back?
- It's our only chance.

- Call in and get another car...
- I already have.

Gregg.
Gregg, listen to me.

People...

Sometimes people make a lot
of mistakes in their lives.

I know I have.
Too many of them.

I almost made another one
tonight, a terrible one.

But... now I want to straighten
out and have a good life.

Hey, Jenny,
what do you make of him?

- He's cute.
- Think it's real?

That thing?

Gregg... Gregg, I...

I want to dream like you...
of the beautiful things.

Please come out
of this window now.

Gregg...

I want to do the
comedy act with you.

You know, the husband
and wife routine.

I think it's awfully...
cute that...

...the husband is the one
that does the nagging.

Please, Gregg, please...

Harry, look, look!

The mechanical thing is crying!

Then he is a real man.

Stubby...

About the shooting
in the club... huh?

He's dead.

Can you navigate?

Yeah... yeah...

Then get yourself
out of here.

- I will. I will.
- All right.

Attention cars, responding to Plan
Five in the Twenty-first District.

Hayes Stewart, wanted for the
murder of a police officer,

last seen fleeing west
from State Street,

an alley between
Kinsey and Hubbard.

Cars seven-sixty-two,

seven-sixty-nine
and seven-eight-two.

Proceed to stated area, attempt to
barricade alleys at Dearborn Street,

- Clark and Lasalle Street.
- Car seven-sixty-nine, OK.

- OK.
- OK.

Get me the police.

Calling car seven-six-two,
seven-six-nine,

seven-eight-two
and seven-eight-eight.

Proceed to area
under elevated tracks

between Kinsey Street
and the river,

just east of Welles.
Police officer needs help!

There's an El station
a few blocks that way.

Get up on the tracks
and cut him off.

Hayes Stewart!

This is the police!

Halt or you'll be shot down!

Hayes Stewart,
this is your last warning!

Give yourself up!

Wait a minute,
that's Johnny Kelly.

How can you see
that from here?

That's Kelly, all right.

Officer Kelly.

If you are Kelly,

if you're a police officer,
identify yourself.

If you are a police officer,
identify yourself!

All right, copper! If you
want me come and take me!

This is Johnny's badge,
all right.

He won't be down
till that killer's down.

Come on, boy.

I'm sorry, Johnny.

Can I help you, Officer?

No thanks, Father,
I can handle this.

He's my brother.

Killed while
resisting arrest.

- Report with full details...
- Kelly.

Kelly.

Never mind that.

I'll have the report
filled in for you.

Thank you, sir.

Uh...

We all feel very badly
about Pop.

Oh, uh, Johnny.

Your badge.
You almost lost it.

Yes, sir.

Joe? Joe?

- Who are you lookin' for?
- My partner.

Didn't I tell you he was
out tonight with an earache?

But, uh...

Johnny Kelly is home.
Home to stay.

While others are just
getting up to go to work.

For everywhere,
every minute of every hour

in this melting pot of
every race, creed, color,

and religion in humanity,

people are working
and laughing and dying,

and some, like Johnny Kelly,
are being born again

in the city that never sleeps.