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THE RACKET

Hello, Mac.

Hello Nick

Take a tip, Mac... change your racket.

I like my racket...

...and I haven't shot yet

Nicholas Scarsi Is a fully recognized member of THE ANTI-LIQUOR LEAGUE OF AMERIKA

CAPT. JAMES McQUIGG POLICE DEPARTMENT

Scarsi's sending a load of beer though Eighth and Grand.

There'll be hell popping!... That's below Spike Corcoran's dea-line.

Scarsi's coming in tonight, Spike.

Hit Eighth and Grand after dark.

If Spike tries stop you...

What about McQuigg?

Leave that copper to me.

There may be a little trouble toning at eight and Grand...

...let the boys settle it themselves.

I'll be there.

I'm giving my kid brother a little birthday party tonight at Weiberg's.

Drop in

Don't forget, Mac.

Forget what?

The party.

Scarsi's Spike's gang buffaloed.

There's not one of them in sight.

Scarsi's coming in, Spike!

I warned you Scarrer!

Let's see Scarsi get you out of this, Chick.

CITY EDITTOR

Pratt!

Big killing... Eighth and Grand.

Miller!

Wake up!

Horses!

Happy birthday, Joe.

Gee, that's a swell flash!

Nix on the slang kid. You're a college man.

Are there going to be any women at the party?

No women! Women are poison to me.

...And McQuigg took Chick to the can.

The Old Man'll fix that.

McQuigg's got Chick. Get him out!

What's he in for?

What's the difference?

TRIBUNALE

I just called to remind you of the party.

I'll be there.

Lock him up.

There's Nick Scarsi.

What's the big idea of cutting the dance, Helen?

I'm going to sing for Nick's party.

You can away with murder, but you can't

Lay off this kid, you dirty little gold digger!

He's not in the racket... and he's not going to be!

He called me a gold digger. Well, I'll dig, and dig deep!

You know the boys.

Chick won't be here tonight.

All right, Nick ... That's a horse on me

Beat it!

This time... it's o horse on you.

Maybe.

Habeas corpus... for the release of Mr. Nicholas Scarsi, signed by the judge.

This is the last murder you'll ever get away with in my district!

I'm going drive you out!

I've given you lots of chances... but you're just a dumb harp.

So you're going out!

CAPTSIN McQUIGG SENT TO STICKS Scarsi Feud Seen in Veteran Policeman's Transfer

Gee, Captain! Where is this Twenty-eighth Precinct?

In the country, out to hell-an-gone.

28th PRECINCT POLICE STATION

You'd better cut out booze.

It's cut plenty before I get it.

Let's go... McQuigg probably won't talk about his transfer any way.

This is a fine thing to come sailing out of a police station in this God-forsaken Zone of Quiet.

Captain, you've got to talk... we need a story.

Start another anti-smoke campaign.

I'm Ames, of the "Monitor". Tell the Captain I'm here!

PRESS

New in the game, aren't you?

Oh, no! I was on the "Omaha" Bee for a month.

Fancy that!

Hurry up! The captain's waiting for you.

Well, Captain, I'm ready to listen to your story.

We've got some girls downstairs... Listen to them.!

You can get rid of us, if you'll give us the story.

What's the matter. afraid of Scarsi?

I'm here because Nick's afraid of me!

Find him...

...tell him...

...tell him I told you!

That ought to bring him out here to start something.

If it does... you'll have your story.

Mr. Scarsi is attending Mr. Spike Corcoran's funeral.

First he plugs them, then he plants them.

Stop them! They ought to show a little respect for the dead.

Why was McQuigg transferred?

I don't know... Why was McQuigg transferred?

Because, they say, Nick Scarsi's afraid of him.

I'm mot afraid of anybody!

I'm laying off McQuigg, only until after election!

So if you see that copper, tell him that!

...so if don't get Scarsi before Tuesday, pthe Organization wins the election, and Nick stays in power.

Then what becomes of you?

Those reporters were sent by McQuigg.

Tell the boys to leave him my calling card.

You'll be stopping next... telling me you're out of gas.

That little glow-worm on your engagement finger ought to prove I'm serious.

No, Joe... you can't beat the wedding bells.

Making you walk, eh? I'll fix the yellow puppy!

Where's the nearest police station?

I got a hit and run driver...

Don't bother me... you Know what to do with him.

What's your name?

Wait'll I tell you, big balloon, you'll burst!

What'd he do?

My name's Johnson. Write that in... My mother'll like it.

How's your farm, McQuigg?

Scarsi's answer to your visit.

We can't get this bird's name.

Bring him in. He'll talk.

Come on, Francis!

Oh! Hello!

Didn't your mother tell you not to speak to strange ladies?

Don't thing I'm fresh, but I feel I know you.

I heard you sing.

If that's Joe in there, Scarsi will...

Is he one of Scarsi's men?

Just his baby brother, that's all!

His name is Joe Camino... Book him!

Shut up, you little fool!

That fellow is Nick Scarsi's brother.

That's the dame he walked... She saw the accident.

How did it happen?

Sorry, policeman, but I'm tongue-tied.

Put her downstairs with the other ladies... She'll talk!

I'll phone you, Miss Hayes.

No wonder Nick says women are poison to him.

This one may be dynamite!

Hold everyone hire.

If this gets out, I couldn't hold him an hour.

Good work, Sullivan.

SCARSI'S BROTHER ARRESTED

HIT RUN DRIVER HELD

INJURED WOMAN DIES

Is captain McQuigg in? I'm District Attorney Welch.

Mac, the old man wants you to release young Scarsi.

Nick will have you thrown off the force for this.

I'll mix with Nick to a finish now.

Tell that to the Old Man!

Tell it to Nick!

...tell him I have the case set for next Wednesday... not next year...

...and tell him the judge's name is Blake!

Nick will start something now.

I'm starting something myself... I'm ripe to fight!

It's the country air.

Sam Meyer, from Riley, Platka and Cohen...

...Bail for Joe Scarsi.

Scarsi's raving! You'd better get Joe out of this!

Are you going to leave me here with these...?

Maybe they'll teach you not to be so touchy next time.

Tell Nick you're engaged.

You keep your mouth shut, or Nick'll take care of you!

Gee, I'm glad you're still here.

Alice in Wonderland!

I've brought some things you may need.

I wonder what'll happen if you ever have a baby, and no one's tipped you off about storks.

Left flat!... And you thoght Joe was going to marry you.

And you're afraid to talk.

Yellow... for fear of a couple of bragging punks!

You are liar!

Miss Hayes has agreed to testify against Joe Scarsi... Phone that to your paper.

Takea Miss Hayes out to dinner... and bring her back.

Are you coming back?

Will you be here?

I'll be back.

The editor won't listen to me... I'll give the story to Miller and Pratt... They're at the Dutchman's.

You stay in.

You're a witness Scarsi... If you're out tonight, you'll be on a slab by morning.

It looks like I'm yellow, hiding in here!

Who's the cop that picked up Joe Scarsi?

I am.

I came to see a witness you got... girl named Hayes.

See the sergeant.

I might as well see you, too.

I'm a friend of that Scarsi kid's.

That's nothing to brag about.

We don't want any trouble with you... You did your duty.

Duty, my eye! I do my job because I like it... and because I don't like crooks...

...And I don't like crooks for the same reasons I don't like a lot of other people...

...and because they banged my old man...

...and because, generally speaking I'm a better man than they are!

Do you now Nick?

A news paper bad man!... Everybody knows him, but nobody ever meets the yellow...

I thought Nick had lots of guts.

He'll have a chance to prove it when I shove his kid brother over the road.

Tell Nick to go to...!

Who did it?

Got one of them, captain.

The other hopped a freight... Ross is after him..

Did you fan him?

If he had a rod, he threw it away.

Hello, Nick.

You like it out here?

I'm beginning to.

I sent my driver in here to see that Hayes girl... Did he do something wrong?

I thought he was in the pen for some bank job.

He must've got paroled.

Yes... A lot do, since they equipped that penitentiary with revolving doors.

What do you want him for?

I don't want him.

Well, if he didn't do anything...

Somebody did...

...and I've got you!

Are you trying to frame me?

In purple satin under glass.

That's the man!

Now, Nick, how'll you alibi this?

Lock him up.

What's the charge?

Same old thing for you... murder.

All right... I'll use the phone.

Habeas corpus... for the release of Mr. Nicholas Scarsi.

You got to recognize a writ... That's the law!

I'm sick of the law!

We'll fight this out here!

Go phone that to the judge!

Picking a fight, uh?

Drunk, uh?

Put him in the bull pen.

Sweet of you!

I'll give you a story after I talk to Welch.

Plenty of time before we go to press.

It was nice of him to pull it so early.

If you give this to the papers...

Bring Scarsi in.

Nick's put your whole organization in a trap with this job.

If you spring him with what I;ve got on him, the opposition and their papers...

...you won't have a chance in Tuesday's Election!

So this time I'll force your own Organization to bring him to trial.

Get me out of here!

Are you going to make this boy testify against Scarsi?

You know what Nick will do to him.

I'll take him through this.

Can't you think of anyone but yourselves?

You and Scarsi both... So cocky you kill a policeman trying to get at each other's throats.

I'll identify him, captain... I'll testify.

Good boy! Come downstairs and bring her with you.

I told you not to look after me... Why did you do it?

Because...

...because you affect me like a mammy song.

Make you identification to Mr. Welch.

So you're Scarsi, the Awful... afraid of women, but death on kids.

Nobody ought to be afraid of you...

...Not when you had to slug this baby!

What'd he get in my way for?

There's your confession!

All of which proves that women are still poison to you.

Mr. Scarsi swaggered in here a half hour ago...

...and Miss Hayes just tricked him into admitting the killing.

Women and children first.

Get that release order!

As long as your Wards are set for them for Tuesday's Election, what do they care about you?

It's not Tuesday yet... My Wards can still be set the other way.

You don't win this Election unless I get out tonight!

Speed it up... I've got a supper party on.

The wash room, please. I must get ready to leave.

The homicide squad's on the way out to take Scarsi!

Scarsi's gun.

If it's the Old Mam's orders, it's O.K. with me.

Not until I give you the signal.

The Old Man can't carry you and the Election both... You've got to take the rap until after Tuesday.

Now I'll get the papers in here! I'll give them a story with names and dates and figures that'll rip this town wide open!

So you want to talk, eh?

I'll call the press... That'll get the tow of you out of my system.

I'll show you what it means to fool around with me!

Who'd believe you?

I've got everything on paper... ready for a double-cross by you!

How you made that high hat grand jury fold up last month...

...How the Old Man had that kid in the Treasurer's Office accidentally killed by a train!

Who do you suppose I pay for the breweries I own?

Who do you suppose I pay for the alcohol I get?

I'll talk your whole rotten Organization into suicide!

The window... it's fixed, for a getaway.

I thought you'd crawl when I spoke that piece.

Give me a gun!

What's goig on here?

Tell him!

Did you imagine I'd let any lousy politicians, who'd knock their own mothers over the head for a vote, tell me what to do?

I'm off you worms! I'm going to deliver my Wards to the reform gang for a laugh!

To lick you, we'll have an election for a change that's square!

Give me that gun!

In the belly you make a move!

Out!

Your party will probably run you for Mayor for this.

Scarsi tried a getaway... Turk, of the District Attorney's office got him.

What a break for the Sunday papers!

But why shoot him?

So that Government of the professionals, by the professionals, and for the professionals, shall not perish from the earth.

What were the events leading up to the tragedy?

That'll do.

You kids can run along now.

Are you going, Helen?

No, kid, I'm not going your way.

So it's dog eat dog to the last ditch, eh, Captain?

You can't teach an old dog new tricks.

You and me both, Policeman.

What now, Captain?

I'd like a little sleep... But by the time I get through with the Coroner the rest of the public servants...

...it'll be time to go to Mass.

THE END