1
(DOG BARKING)
(MUSIC PLAYING OVER JUKEBOX)
(DOOR CLOSING)
- LOUIE: Evening, Lieutenant.
- Louie.
- LOUIE: Coffee?
- Yeah.
Forget it, Lieutenant.
The free refills were killing me anyway.
Mike Murphy been in yet?
- Who?
- Murphy. Michael.
Uh, I don't know him, pal.
That's funny.
I hear he eats here every night.
LOUIE: Murray, you say?
Murphy, brick brain.
Your ears need unplugging?
- So?
- No, he ain't been in yet.
(CLATTERING)
I'll wait.
(HONKS)
(FABRIC RIPS)
MIKE: Damn. Damn.
Hello, Louie.
Got an emergency.
They need your meat loaf
down at the river.
The levee's got a hole in it,
and meat loaf's the only thing
that can stop it up for a year.
(LAUGHING)
Hey.
Somebody left the cage door open, huh?
It's out.
What's the occasion?
Archie, how you doing?
(DOOR OPENS)
- Not too bad. And you?
- LOUIE: Not too bad.
Good.
- How's the stew?
- LOUIE: Not too good.
That's too bad.
I was really counting on the stew.
I had my mouth kind of set on it,
you know. I'll try The Ritz.
Maybe not.
- This here is Archie.
- Really? Ain't that peculiar?
- What?
- See, Archie,
we're looking for a gumshoe
named Mike Murphy.
Guy about your size
with a mustache like you.
Even drives a Model A Roadster like you,
with the same license plate, too.
Now, ain't that peculiar?
Yeah, that's peculiar.
(GROANING)
They're a couple of cupcakes.
I guess this wouldn't work again.
(GRUNTING)
Oh, Speer.
Lieutenant, aren't you gonna do anything?
How about a refill?
He can take care of himself.
I'm not disturbing you, am I?
I got a situation here.
I know we're not really close
anymore, but let by...
(GLASS SHATTERS)
Mmm-mmm.
- You back?
- (CHOKING) Fuck, yes, I'm back.
You know why I'm back?
Because I'm being killed.
What are you gawking at?
Ow.
(COIN CLINKING)
- You waiting for them to kill me?
- They competitors?
Or did you just have your nose
in the wrong ass?
- There's plenty left for you, you know.
- Say when.
Mike, please. There's not much left.
Anytime, Speer.
Until then, you watch your step.
You hear me?
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about rumors of a cheap,
frayed-collar, hole-in-the-shoe peeper
who's trying to climb in bed
with the wrong kind of snot balls.
Of course, that wouldn't be you.
You're too much of a fancy Dan.
So?
- I'll be watching.
- I'm shaking.
So long, shorty.
You pathetic son of a bitch!
He's so pathetic.
I turned in my badge, you know.
I got my own... I got my own office now!
I got my name in gold!
You're just jealous!
You're so insecure, it's unbelievable!
Is this frayed?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
DEHL: How you doing, boss?
- Fine, fine, doing fine.
- All righty.
- Keep the change.
- Thanks a million. Much obliged.
The finance company just called.
Those mugs last night were after your car.
- Repo guys?
- Uh-huh.
Seems they don't enjoy their work
as much as they used to.
You owe $98.98, Mike.
It's the cash or the keys.
(DOOR OPENS)
- Mahoney.
- Who?
The landlord.
Do I have to do everything myself?
I told you to send that check
in weeks ago.
Oh, my gosh!
You know what I can't stand?
It's irresponsibility.
- I know. I'm so...
- DEHL: Still singing that song, Murphy?
Ain't never worked.
Ain't never gonna work.
You remember my silent
and invisible partner, Mr. Swift.
We thought you were Mahoney,
president of
the Landlord's Malevolent Association.
- Behind in our rent again.
- The word is "still."
Well, tell Mr. Mahoney
to fix the plumbing,
or we're gonna move
to a better class of dump.
Mike, catch me. I'm gonna faint.
And I suppose Murphy and Swift
are financially delinquent
with regards to their secretary.
- Somewhat.
- One week, two weeks?
- Three.
- For shame.
- Months.
- Oh, now that's what I call loyalty.
And a little bonus. How's that?
Addy, take a letter somewhere.
Yes, sir, Mr. Murphy. Sir.
Ah, yes.
Free Spirit in the seventh.
Ah.
You've never been that lucky,
and you ain't that smart.
- People change.
- Not you.
I heard a rumor about you last night.
Tale telling, Mike? (SCOFFS)
- I didn't figure you were the type.
- Snot balls play hard.
It warms my cockles knowing you care.
You're not that good, Dehl.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello. Hey, sugar. Fine.
Tonight at 8:00?
Okay. Bye-bye.
Gotta breeze, Mike.
Promises to keep and all.
Oh, by the way,
don't be surprised if you receive
a little bonus real soon, my friend.
Why would that happen?
Well, maybe because
you're the only guy around
who's got trouble telling dark from light.
- Take care of yourself.
- Oh, yeah.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Don't spend it all in one place.
I won't even ask.
- I appreciate that.
- Here.
That's your bonus.
I'm investing in the company.
Can't do much detecting without a car.
Addy...
Thank you.
I'll see you.
(SINGS "EMBRACEABLE YOU")
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(KNOCKING)
It's all arranged.
You must not give it to Pitt
before I've gone.
Tomorrow night.
(APPLAUSE)
(GIGGLING)
Ginny, baby.
(CHUCKLES)
If it's worth $25,000 to Primo Pitt,
then it's worth twice that much
to Leon Coll.
- Dehl.
- Why not?
You know why not.
If you double-cross Pitt...
I got protection from Coll.
Now listen, when you finish here,
meet me back at my place, okay?
Dehl?
- Please don't do this.
- (LAUGHING)
Come on, baby, stop worrying.
In 48 hours, you'll have
everything you ever wanted.
(CHUCKLES) Hey, sugar, cheer up.
There ain't nothing left
but the good times.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(HUMMING)
(RUDY VALLEE'S "LET'S DO IT" PLAYS)
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
- Mike?
- Hello, sweetness.
Guess what I'm doing.
From the sound, you're either
making gin or taking a bath.
Lying there all warm and soapy,
watching your pores open up.
I could help. Come right over there
and get all those hard-to-reach places.
Actually, I'm making a list
for this party I'm giving.
Would you come, Mike, please?
I need cheering up, you know.
I haven't smiled since last Tuesday.
Do you remember Tuesday?
- Was it raining?
- Yes, it was.
Oh, maybe I'm confused. Maybe you were...
Monday. Yeah, or Sunday. Yeah.
- Sunday was nice.
- You bitch, I was with you Sunday,
and Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday.
Well, what happened to Thursday?
Thursday I was in traction.
Well, do you want to be Friday?
Come to my party.
- I might be late.
- Oh, early is boring.
That's why I like you so much,
because you're always so late.
How about I come over
and be late right now?
No, I've too much to do, um...
Just come to my party.
Oh...
Maybe.
Good night, luscious.
(PHONE RINGING)
Okay, I'll come over and buff your body
and bring a nice glow to your cheeks.
And I'll bring a nice foot to your ass.
Who dialed the phone for you, Speer?
I've been hearing that rumor again.
Once is a pain in the ass,
twice is a bore.
Once is all you get, pal.
I'm tired, Speer. Why don't you save
the patter for the pulp reporters?
Well, there's a good card at the arena
tonight, and I'm holding two tickets.
What makes you think
I'd go to the fights with you?
Who invited you?
I'm calling you for Addy's number.
Not a chance. I like the girl too much.
See you around, shorty.
Not if I see your mug first, flatfoot.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Go for the eye!
Thanks for the invite, Lieutenant.
I like the fights.
No, honest, I really do.
I love watching two sweaty,
sinewy, nearly-naked guys
bounce each other around.
Raises all my prurient interests.
Well, that's great.
But you don't have to be so formal.
Why don't you call me Speer?
(CROWD CHEERING)
Come on. Go! Go!
Come on!
Way to go.
Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.
Ten. You're out.
- COLL: A toast.
- REDHEAD SHERRY: A toast.
Dehl Smith's got something. He's outside.
- Where you going?
- PHOTOGRAPHER: One more picture over here.
COLL: Better be good, sunshine.
Name's not "Sunshine,"
and it's $50,000 good.
- COLL: $50,000?
- DEHL: Uh-huh.
(GROANING)
I don't like clowns, sunshine.
Told you, my name is not "Sunshine."
You spit it out or you're a memory.
How does "bookkeeper" strike you, huh?
- What about him?
- He sold you out.
- To who?
- Primo Pitt, for 25 big ones.
What did he sell?
Just a cleaver big enough
to cut yours clean off.
Yeah.
Pitt got the stuff?
(SCOFFS)
Not yet.
- But you'll get it back.
- Oh, yeah.
For $50,000.
Half now, half on delivery.
Don't got that much on me.
(CHUCKLING)
Tell you what. The bookkeeper does.
On the river. Pier 14, Star of Bolivia.
Just have one of your mutts
drop it at my place.
- COLL: And the goods?
- Don't worry, you'll hear.
COLL: Dehl. Dehl!
Yeah?
Cross me and you're snail food.
(CHUCKLING)
(ENGINE STARTS)
This is crummy, Speer.
I better check this out.
It may be for his own good.
(WHISTLING)
(GUN CLICKS)
Look what the rat dragged in.
Uh-uh, Sugar, it's all gonna be fine.
What kind of game are you playing, Pitt?
Did you have a good time at the fight?
Wasn't nothing.
Maybe not.
You're in a lot of trouble, shoofly.
Open that case.
Open the case.
(GASPS)
(GRUNTS)
- DEHL: Run!
- (GUNSHOT)
(GINNY SCREAMING)
Get her!
SPEER: Stay there.
- (GUNSHOT)
- (GROANING)
Jesus!
(GROANING)
Come on! Come on! Come on!
(SCREAMS)
- (GUNSHOTS)
- (GINNY SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
(GUN CLICKING)
(GUN CLICKING)
(GUN CLICKING)
Everything all right?
All right for me, not so good for him.
- SPEER: He took a four-story fall.
- MIKE: "Fall"?
- He had help.
- MIKE: Bastards.
- Didn't know you two were so close.
- He was my partner.
That's right, he was.
We dug two .38s and a .45 out of
the walls, a 9mm out of the ceiling.
Now this in here was chasing Ginny Lee
when I bumped into him.
She got away.
Vint Diestock, one of Pitt's soldiers.
Dehl's gun was in his holster.
What'd you do with Addy?
I sent her home in a patrol car.
Boy, you really know how to show
a girl a good time, Speer.
Mr. Coll wants to see you.
TROY: Hard or easy, Murphy?
Ah, Mr. Murphy.
- Mr. Coll.
- Well, I'm so glad you could come.
Make yourself comfortable.
- You want a drink?
- No, thanks.
Swell-looking joint you got here.
- Fruits of my labor.
- Yeah.
Don't tell me why you asked me up here.
Let me guess.
You're a night kind of guy.
You like to invite new friends up.
Chew the rag a little bit.
What do you want to gab about, fish face?
- I saw your late partner tonight.
- Oh, yeah?
Was that about 1:00,
when he tried to fly out of
the fourth-floor window without any wings?
- You know I didn't dust him.
- And how do I know that?
Because you remember all about Mr. Pitt,
don't you?
Oh, yeah. Primo Pitt. Hell of a guy.
He came in second to you
in the snot ball pageant.
You're real close to a manners lesson.
You're real close
to getting your ass kicked.
- You want some of me, pal? Come on.
- Not now.
(CHUCKLES)
Where do you stand, Murphy? Hmm?
You and Dehl,
you had a fix with Mr. Pitt, right?
So, Dehl, he pulls a double-cross.
Now, you in with him
or he's screwing you too?
He was my partner.
He couldn't cut it. Can you?
He was my junior partner.
I taught him practically nothing
of what I know.
So you'll get my goods back for me, then?
Well, I didn't talk to Dehl
before he went out for some air.
I don't know the financial arrangement.
This now, another like it
when I take possession.
$50,000 or forget it.
Agreed.
Good. Tell the little rodents
to fix me a drink, will you?
COLL: Two.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(SAXOPHONE PLAYS)
(WOOD CREAKING)
(GUN COCKS)
Wait till you see the bedroom.
When was the last time
you talked to Primo Pitt?
I've never talked to Primo Pitt.
Well, two of his guns
are parked right across the street.
- MIKE: Cadillac?
- Yeah.
You rate the heavy artillery.
Maybe they're waiting for you.
Did you ever think of that?
Mmm-mmm. I ducked in the alley,
came up the back.
What are you drinking?
Tea. I found it in the bottle
under the sink.
Or what's left of your sink.
It tastes like gin.
It is gin, my gin.
You didn't sly up here
just to prove you're stealthy.
We fished Aram Strossell
out of the river today.
- Leon Coll's bookkeeper.
- A friend of yours?
He was gonna do my taxes next year.
Well, he was wired to a cement block.
The wire broke, and he popped up
in front of a seafood restaurant,
much to the chagrin of the customers.
- Catch of the day.
- Very funny.
You want to quote me odds on the connection
between Dehl and the bookkeeper?
Uh-uh.
Or the link between you and them?
They dug a slug out of the mess
that was left of Dehl.
It was a 9mm.
One of those wouldn't be too good
for your looks either, shorty.
Duck.
SPEER: That's right.
- Yeah?
- Roll it down further.
(GASPS)
(PANTING)
It's against the law
to lie down in the middle of the street.
- I never laid down on the street.
- Sure you did. You were hit by a truck.
- What truck?
- Next one that comes along.
- Look, Lieutenant...
- No, you look.
I don't like sludge like you,
you understand?
In fact, it wouldn't break my heart at all
to scrape the street clean of your ilk.
You know what an "ilk" is, don't you, Dub?
- A big deer.
- Yeah.
Now, if I catch you loitering
around my precinct again,
I'm gonna shoot me an ilk. You understand?
All right, throw your cannons
out the window.
- (GUN COCKING)
- Come on, I hear a truck coming.
(GUNS CLATTER)
Good boy.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(GASPING)
Pretty stealthy, Lieutenant.
Pretty stealthy.
- Hello, Tuck. How you feeling?
- Good.
Getting plenty of raw meat, are you?
- Huh?
- That's good.
- Say, "The Leith police dismisseth us."
- What?
- It's a test they give radio announcers.
- What?
- You don't wanna be a radio announcer?
- No.
- C'est la vie, Tuck.
- Yeah.
- Hello, Freddie.
- Well, Murph.
Care for a taste?
- I'm full of tea.
- (LAUGHING)
You're supposed to flush that,
not smoke it.
Now, don't razz my ass, Mike. I'm low.
- Why?
- Ginny.
I do some fine coin with her singing.
And she hits them notes real nice.
You worried about business, Freddie?
What the hell, Mike,
I never could jive you, hmm?
I'm worried about her.
Last night when Dehl was dumped,
he was here, wasn't he?
Mmm-hmm.
He came here about 8:00 to see Ginny?
Mmm-hmm. Yeah. Ginny and the bookkeeper.
Thanks a lot, Freddie.
And kill those before they kill you.
(CHATTERING AND LAUGHTER)
- It's black tie, sir.
- Thank God I've got one.
MAN: Everybody's going.
Pres, Buffy, Boo, Binky, everyone.
- WOMAN: Well, just pull it out.
- MAN: Yes.
I love it when you talk that way.
He'll never know the difference if I...
Mike! Finally!
(CLEARS THROAT)
- Keith, this is Michael Twitchell Murphy.
- Hi.
- Where does the "Twitchell" come from?
- The milkman.
(CAROLINE CHUCKLES)
- Mike, this is Keith Stoddard, Esq.
- Where's the "esquire" come from?
Is that Mama the heiress
or Papa the pirate?
Oh, Mike.
How'd you like to step outside, smart guy?
Oh, I don't think so.
See, I'm gonna go upstairs and try to put
a twinkle in both of Caroline's eyes.
If I'm not too tired afterwards, though,
I'll come down
and pop your face inside out.
Good night, Keith.
(SNORING)
(MUMBLING)
I don't know how you got in here, copper,
but you're not gonna get out so easy.
Well, maybe I'll use you as a shield,
blind those goons of yours
with your jammies.
What do you want?
They picked a 9mm slug out of Dehl Swift.
What's a Dehl Swift?
You won't mind
if I take this along for ballistics?
You're not gonna take this gun
without a warrant.
I wasn't planning to.
Oh, Mother! Jesus!
(SIGHS)
Just want the bullet.
I'm kind of scared, Mike.
It'll be light soon.
I'm falling in love with you, Murphy.
Real love. And it scares me.
I know what you mean.
Say that again.
Well, I should be running.
It's getting a little late, you know?
You son of a bitch!
- You can't say it, can you?
- What?
You tried, but you couldn't,
you big palooka!
Where you going?
I pour my heart out,
and you put your pants on. You dope!
Big palooka-dope!
- Son of a bitch!
- (DOOR CLOSING)
Morning, angel.
- This just came.
- Hmm?
- It's addressed to Dehl.
- In his own handwriting.
Oh, yeah?
"Majestic Pawnshop."
- MAN: This is it, boss.
- PITT: I see that.
So after you go to the beauty shop,
you could pick up my laundry?
Ah...
Primo Pitt. Somebody kicked over
the rock you live under
and you had to crawl out
into the sunshine.
(LAUGHING)
Scram.
(DOOR CLOSING)
- Your partner crossed me.
- Really? That's a shame.
His squeeze or you
has got something I want.
What could that be? I know.
The address of a good plastic surgeon.
(LAUGHING)
He's a funny man.
Don't matter who's got it.
You're gonna hand it over.
- Why would I do that?
- Because I got something you want.
The only thing I want
is to see your ass walk out of here.
(PHONE RINGING)
Phone's ringing.
- Yeah?
- Mike?
I've been kidnapped.
Where are you?
This is ridiculous! What's going on?
- You okay?
- Hell, no!
My hair's a mess.
I broke two of my fingernails.
I don't have my makeup.
And I'm stuck here with these
two ugly, smelly garbage cans!
- Caroline.
- (DIAL TONE)
Caroline!
You son of a bitch.
All right.
I'll give you whatever you want.
Let her go.
She walks when I hold the goods.
Come on.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(COUGHING)
- Did you tab that .45 yet?
- Mmm-hmm.
- How about the 9mm?
- Mmm-hmm.
They match?
Mmm-hmm.
Good.
Mmm-hmm.
- Croix de Guerre. French medal of honor.
- Hmm.
When Dehl was good,
he was very, very good.
Pretty fancy for the bottom
of a Cracker Jack box.
I didn't hear you knock.
What a relief. I thought I was going deaf.
What do you want, Speer?
We ID'd the .45 and the 9mm.
Dub Slack and Primo Pitt.
- Is it enough to nail them?
- Not with their alibi.
We need an eyewitness.
That's why you will tell me
when you find Ginny Lee, right?
What makes you think I'm after Ginny Lee?
Questions you're asking.
The places you're asking them.
Always pushing
people around, aren't you, Speer?
Always on the prod.
That's how you do the job, remember?
You're damn right I remember.
Okay, guys. No clinches, no rabbit punches
and please, no hitting below the belt.
Now shake hands, and at the sound
of the bell, come out slugging.
Anything to drink around here?
We're out of tea. There's some
furniture polish under the sink.
I'll get it.
Why do you both go at each other so hard?
Do you enjoy it?
- (PHONE RINGING)
- Yeah.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
- One more time and I hang up.
- GINNY: Mike?
- Who is this?
- It's me, Ginny Lee.
You all right, kid? Where are you?
Mike, I got trouble. Can you meet me?
- Where?
- The park. You know, the pavilion?
When?
When?
Sick friend.
Mike had to take off.
Oh?
- He's good at that.
- Yeah.
- Care for a drink?
- Sure, why not?
(CUP SHATTERS)
Thanks, Lieutenant.
(COUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
- Really is furniture polish.
- Yeah.
Shocking what Prohibition
forces people to drink.
So we're back to "Lieutenant"?
- (SIGHS) It's what you are, right?
- Yeah.
First, last, always,
seven days a week, 24 hours a day.
Look, I'm sorry about the other night.
That wasn't too good.
Ah, forget about it.
I better go.
- What?
- I've gotta go.
- Someday I'll figure it out.
- What?
Mike's not the only one around here
who's good at taking off.
Caroline Howley, the society twist.
Pitt took a hell of a chance
kidnapping Randolph Howley's daughter.
He must expect big things from Mr. Murphy.
Like the bookkeeper's merchandise?
It's time we had another meet
with Mr. Murphy.
Come back for me in five minutes.
(CROWD LAUGHING)
- (WHISTLES)
- Hike!
Hmm, fancy seeing you here.
Well, it's a small world after all.
Hike!
Just leave me alone.
You really should be nice to me.
You belong in the back, you know.
MIKE: Hey.
Why don't you get
the hell out of here, huh?
- Now.
- Why weren't you in that last scrimmage?
I waited in the park for two hours, kid.
I'm sorry, Mike.
I had to be sure.
Are you sure?
I don't know.
(WEEPING) I don't know anything anymore.
They killed Dehl.
I know.
You're a witness.
They're gonna try to kill you too.
Sweet Jesus! What am I supposed to do?
- You can call Speer.
- Oh, God. Mike, I can't do that.
I know he's a bastard, but he's straight.
He's good at his job, too.
He'll keep you safe.
You can put Pitt at the scene of a murder.
Don't you understand?
WOMAN: Shh!
- He'll kill me if I go to Speer.
- He'll kill you if you...
WOMAN: Shh!
He'll kill you if you don't.
Either way, Ginny Lee loses.
Where are the bookkeeper's goods?
Where is it?
- I don't know.
- Pitt says you do.
I don't. I swear I don't.
Dehl made...
He made some kind of a switch.
Yeah, he was good at that.
Always chasing rainbows.
Ginny, did you ever see this key before?
No.
Damn.
Did he say anything new?
Talk about anything different?
Uh...
He was talking about getting into shape.
He said he was playing handball.
I don't know.
Where?
Somewhere near his place.
All right, I'm gonna go now, kid.
Hey, it's gonna be okay.
You call Speer.
MAN: Hey, you're running the wrong way.
- WOMAN: There you are!
- MAN: Extra! Extra!
Extra! Star! Roosevelt, bank holiday.
There you go.
Extra! Extra!
- Evening.
- Yeah.
Boy, it's so cold tonight it makes you
want to be a boilermaker, huh?
And how the hell would you know?
Because I was pounding a beat
when you were still peeing in your pants.
'Cause I used to freeze my ass off
right on the same street.
So many times I thought about
becoming a boilermaker.
See, I was a hotshot like you.
Didn't have any respect for the badge
or the uniform.
I got my own business now.
You know what I'm doing?
I'm still freezing my ass off
and taking a lot of flack
from a snot-nosed rookie like you.
- I'm sorry.
- Ain't we all.
- You know 10th Street?
- Used to be my beat.
Are there any athletic clubs around there?
- Gymnasiums?
- Yeah, Riverside Athletic on Broad Street.
Thanks.
Anytime.
Oh, Lieutenant, I didn't see you.
Muldoon.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Excuse me.
(WHIMPERS)
(GASPS)
WOMAN: Oh, my God!
MAN: She came out of nowhere.
(GRUNTING)
- Where's the locker room?
- It's right over there.
Thanks.
MAN: Get on the heavy bag.
Hey, buddy. Can I help you?
Yeah, I wanna see Dehl Swift's locker.
- Yeah, why?
- I'm here to pick up his stuff.
I can't let you in his locker
without Mr. Smith's permission.
That'll be a little tough. He's dead.
I'm the executor of his estate.
- How did he die?
- Suddenly.
Well, there's his locker right here, 628.
Thank you.
Yeah, okay.
- Lieutenant Speer?
- Yeah.
- I'm Dr. Breslin.
- Doc, how is she?
She fractured the radius and ulna
on her left forearm,
cracked the 10th, 11th and 12th ribs
on her left side
and banged her head pretty good.
Now, that could mean a concussion.
So we're gonna watch her for a few days.
- Can I talk to her?
- Maybe tomorrow.
(DOOR OPENS)
MIKE: Addy!
I got it! I got a feeling I got it!
You know how I am when I got a feeling.
This is what got Strossell killed
and this is what got Dehl killed.
- Mike.
- Huh?
No problem. It's a dull knife anyway.
Holy mackerel!
I had no idea Dehl was in so deep.
This could put Coll away forever and
change Pitt from Mr. Two to Mr. One.
- Mike.
- Huh?
- Got some bad news.
- What?
- Caroline's been kidnapped.
- How'd you find out?
Just heard it on the radio. You know?
Yeah. Yeah, I know.
- And that's not all.
- What?
- Ginny Lee's in City General.
- What?
Speer called, said she was hit by a car.
No.
- Guess I'll go home?
- No! No, no, no, stay.
Uh, furniture polish.
(EXHALES)
(GROANS)
Better call Fat Freddie,
tell him about Ginny.
I already did.
You do good work, kid.
(PHONE RINGING)
- Hello?
- This is Pitt.
Ah, I was just on my way over
to see you, Mr. Pitt.
- I have the goods.
- You better not double-cross me.
Why would I do
a stupid-ass thing like that?
You do, and she's dead.
I told you, I'll bring you the goods.
She better be okay.
(DIAL TONE)
You don't hear from me by morning,
tell your friend, the cop,
to drag the river with a magnet.
- Mike.
- Hmm?
I know, kid.
(GUN CLICKING)
Doesn't anybody knock anymore?
(GROANING)
MIKE: Now, Addy!
Got it.
Help.
(SCREAMS)
(SNIFFING)
No.
(GUN CLICKS)
- I'm covered in gasoline.
- What?
- I'm covered in goddamn gasoline!
- Stay the hell away from me.
Oh, I've been doing it all wrong.
I've been hiding.
You just walk down
the middle of the street, huh?
Two guys down there on the right,
and two guys down there on the left.
There's four guys down there altogether.
(GUN COCKING)
Oh, no.
(GLASS SHATTERS)
(SCREAMING)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
MIKE: Hey!
We did all right, huh? What a team.
Listen. I started off a little slow, but
I had to set them up for you, you know?
Don't tell me why you hit me.
Let me guess.
They took the tire out of your cage,
and you're peeved.
You said you'd tell me
when you found Ginny Lee.
- I don't give a ticking...
- Where you going?
I got things to do and places to go, pal.
- You're under arrest.
- For what?
For obstructing justice,
assaulting a police officer,
disturbing the peace
and anything else I can think of.
They got Caroline.
- Who?
- Pitt.
Let me go, Speer.
I'll wrap it all up for you
in a neat little package
and I'll give it to you, all right?
What do you say?
- Get out of here.
- I appreciate that, Speer.
I really appreciate that.
Next time I see you,
I'm gonna hit you so hard,
I'm gonna knock you back
into the Stone Age, where you came from.
(SIRENS WAILING)
- Hello.
- You okay?
Come on, I'll give you a ride home.
- In a cop car?
- My cop car.
That would be nice, Speer. Real nice.
How come you're not married?
- SPEER: How come you're not?
- I don't know.
Lots of reasons.
Why do you and Mike
go at each other so hard?
I don't know. Lots of reasons.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
MAN: Five card draw.
Keep your shirt on.
(ALL SCREAMING)
- Hold your fire! Hold your fire!
- What's going on?
- Hi.
- God! Why did you bust my door?
Nobody knocks anymore. Haven't you heard?
- You're nuts, Murphy.
- Where is she?
- Not here.
- Nah.
Not till I know she's safe.
Exterminate this pest.
Don't you want to know
what's in the case, handsome?
Hold it!
- I know what better be in there.
- Oh, that's in there.
I think you just said goodbye.
And a little surprise just for you.
What?
Dynamite.
- "Dynamite"?
- Uh-huh.
Enough to blow this garage right
over to the wealthy section of town.
You're bluffing.
I relax my grip, and we go boom!
Blast him.
We shoot him, boss, he relaxes.
Give me that.
I'm calling your bluff.
(GUN CLICKS)
I hope you like loud noises.
SPEER: Evening, gents.
Shorty.
Hi.
Is this a private party
or can anybody attend?
I thought you were gonna sit this one out.
- I lied.
- Ah.
What are you pointing the gun
at the suitcase for? It's dead already.
What if I shoot me a live cop?
Well, that'd give the 20 officers
I have outside just cause.
Check it out.
Hey!
- I gotta go to the bathroom.
- You stay where you are.
(CHUCKLES)
"Twenty cops." You're as nuts as him.
We're nuts? He's the one
who's got the drop on the luggage.
It's all that corruption.
It corrodes their brains.
- He says it's full of dynamite.
- Is it?
Well, two sticks of dynamite
and a hand grenade.
What were you gonna do
after you dropped it?
I don't know, Ollie.
I really should go to the bathroom.
- PITT: Pee in your pants.
- I did that.
Nobody out there
but an old man walking his dog.
Huh.
Two dead wise guys.
Well, that old man is Sergeant Lefkowitz.
Who's the guy in the dog suit?
- That's Connors. You remember him.
- Oh.
Right. Short legs,
long tongue, pants a lot.
Okay, give me the case.
- Give it to him.
- You got it.
(GUNSHOT)
(WHIMPERING)
(GUN CLICKS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(GRUNTS)
ATTENDANT: Please! No!
- I'm out of here.
- Get up!
(WHIMPERING)
(AIR HISSING)
(MAN SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
No!
(GROANING)
You shot Pitt.
You killed him, you big dummy.
What the hell were you shooting at me for?
'Cause you were shooting at Pitt.
- But he was shooting at you.
- Well, thanks for nothing.
I wasn't shooting at you.
I was trying to distract you.
Some difference.
(PITT CHUCKLING)
MIKE: Where's Caroline?
What time is it?
What the hell difference
does that make to you now?
A little after 1:00.
2:00, I don't call,
she don't breathe no more.
This ain't so bad.
You get to watch me die,
I get to watch you squirm.
(LAUGHING)
Now how do we find Caroline?
- Dub and Nino.
- "Dub and Nino"?
What does "Dub and Nino" mean,
you closed-mouth son of a...
(SHOUTS)
Make that Dub.
That's just terrific.
Just goddamn terrific.
Well, I figured somebody had to go down.
Better him than you.
Maybe I was wrong.
How we gonna find Caroline
if you keep shooting the bums
- that're gonna tell us where she is?
- Well, we'll get Dub.
Where we gonna get Dub?
Now, where would you go
if you had an ass load of buckshot?
- Doc Loomis.
- Now you're thinking.
MIKE: Listen, don't kill anybody.
Let me say this to you one more time.
Do not kill anybody.
Do me a favor, don't save my life anymore.
SPEER: My pleasure.
(KNOCKING)
Speer! It's about time.
LONNIE: She's a pal of the cop's, too.
We came looking for answers,
but maybe we found some insurance, too.
(DUB GROANING)
You know, this is gonna hurt.
- Maybe I should give you some ether.
- No ether.
Okay, but there's no reason
both of us should suffer.
- Just get it over with.
- (DOOR OPENS)
Patience, Dub.
- Where's the girl?
- What girl?
After you get the information,
then you can kill him.
- How you been keeping, Michael?
- Not too bad, Doc. How about you?
- Not too bad.
- That's good.
(GRUNTING)
Last chance, Dub.
I don't know what you're talking about.
(DUB GROANING)
No. No!
No! No! You crazy!
(SCREAMING)
(PHONE RINGS)
Yeah?
They still together?
Murphy's still got the goods?
Right.
Don't tell me, let me guess.
We're going for a little ride.
Look, if it's all the same to you fellas,
I think I'll just take the trolley.
Didn't have any tokens anyway.
(LAUGHTER)
Hi.
- Your coat, sir?
- Thank you.
- How are you?
- Fine. Thank you.
Good to see you.
Gentlemen!
Peg, I want to have you meet my friend
Mr. Smith from St. Louis.
- Oh, come right in, Mr. Smith.
- Thanks.
We have quite a few
of your relatives here tonight.
- CAROLINE: Your $20 and $100.
- MAN: $100?
- I haven't got that much.
- Oh, then I win.
- The hell you do.
- That ain't the way you play.
- It's table stakes.
- Whatever I got in front of me.
And I got $20, $30, $35, $37,
and you're called. What do you got?
A straight.
- Full house.
- Nah.
CAROLINE: All diamonds.
(MEN LAUGHING)
MIKE: There's a guy on the roof.
Man in the doorway.
Okay. Now, we're not gonna shoot anybody
until we know Caroline's all right.
Right?
Right.
Seven card stud,
deuces and one-eyed jacks wild.
For Pete's sake!
(MIKE SINGS "EMBRACEABLE YOU")
- MIKE: Is this the place, Ollie?
- That's right, Stanley.
Where do you two rum-dums
think you're going?
- Is this the public library?
- Look, pal...
(GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
MIKE: All right, what now?
SPEER: You can go up
and take out the goon on the roof.
MIKE:
Wait a minute. Why do I go up on the roof?
Because I'm stealthy. That means
you've gotta be agile. Right, shorty?
Listen, ape face, after this is over,
I'm gonna show you how agile I am.
- You name the time.
- I'll see you inside.
Hey, Speer? Let's not kill anybody
until we get Caroline, okay?
What is this?
Police business.
Take her around the block.
- (GUN CLICKS)
- Get your clothes off.
It's your bet.
- What?
- You got a deuce.
Not so bad now, huh?
What are you doing? Go watch the window.
- This bet's $50.
- CAROLINE: Nine. King.
- MIKE: Psst. Hey. Got a match?
- Hmm?
(GRUNTS)
(GAGGING)
CAROLINE:
And an ace to the dealer. Fair bet.
- Hey, I don't see Lefty.
- Probably taking a leak.
- $200.
- I'm out.
- PLAYER: Call.
- CAROLINE: Raise $100.
You're raising,
and you haven't even got a pair showing.
Well, he ain't there. And I think
somebody ought to go and check.
(CAR DOOR CLOSING)
What are you talking about? What's that?
Jesus.
All right.
- Your jacket, sir?
- I can't give you my jacket.
- And why not?
- Because I've got a gun right here.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hello, Lieutenant. Since when
do you have the cathouse detail?
I want you, your girls and your customers
out on the street in five minutes.
Speer, I'm entertaining two congressmen
and a superior court judge.
- And a kidnap victim.
- Look, Primo didn't give me any choice.
- Primo's dead.
- We can be out of here in two minutes.
Where's the girl?
End of the hall,
facing the street, upstairs.
How many guns?
Four upstairs, one across the street,
one on the roof, and one shooting pool.
How about a fast game of sleeper?
Never heard of it.
Well, it's simple. You go ahead and
make your shot, and I put you to sleep.
(GROANS)
(MIKE GROANING)
Okay. Right.
(CREAKING)
I'm agile.
Ow!
Who appointed him the boss, anyway?
My, Granny, what big eyes you have.
My, Granny, what big ears you have.
My, Granny...
- Murphy!
- Hi, Marie.
What the hell you doing?
I'm gonna do to a couple of mugs what
you're gonna do to the congressman.
Are you ready?
Six nines.
CAROLINE: Five queens.
PLAYER:
Hold it, Barney. You can't have six cards.
- The hell I can't.
- Only five cards count.
- Not in this game.
- In any poker game.
This ain't any poker game.
This is her dumb game.
Dumb deuces, one-eyedjacks.
And I don't know if I'm winning
or losing this goddamn dumb game.
(MAN CHUCKLES)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
WOMAN: Ooh, so big, so strong.
(HORSE NEIGHS)
(WOMEN GIGGLING)
(EXOTIC MUSIC PLAYS)
No, no, I don't want the animal thing.
Oh, sorry. Keep it up.
(WOMEN LAUGHING)
- WOMAN: He said two minutes.
- MAN: Pardon me. I'm sorry.
- That's everybody but the second floor.
- Good.
Not too much breakage, please.
PLAYER: Will that make it $40? I raise.
I raise you, Barney, all the time.
- What the...
- PLAYER: What are you doing?
Take a walk.
Well, you're in the wrong room.
- Come on. I raised over here.
- You bet. Let's go.
- MIKE: Hey, baby.
- PLAYER: You hear what I said? Take a walk!
MIKE: I'll huff and I'll puff
and I'll blow your house down!
(GRUNTING)
Hold it. Hold it! Later, Speer, later!
(GRUNTING)
CAROLINE: Boys.
Well, it's about time!
(SIGHS)
(SHUTTER CLICKS)
Michael Twitchell Murphy,
I'm getting scared again.
- No, it's all over now.
- No, I don't mean gangsters.
I'm really getting scared, Mike.
- I'm a little terrified myself.
- Mmm-hmm.
So, what do we do about it?
MAN 1: Get that camera out of here.
MAN 2: All right. Let's go.
I want my goods.
Hold it.
You call it.
Let him have it.
Easy.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Sooner or later, I'm gonna get those rats.
I got a feeling it's gonna be sooner.
I thought you said you defused that.
I lied.
Yeah.
(SINGS "GET HAPPY")
MAN: Sit right here, Lieutenant.
Speer, you amaze me.
Thank you, my dove.
Madam.
Hi, Addy. You know,
I been thinking it over, and...
We make a pretty fair team.
Yeah, I suppose so, shorty.
All right, that tears it.
Step out here, brass ass,
- and let's settle this right now.
- (MOUTHING)
Hey, pal! Pipe down and then sit down.
- MAN 1: Down in front.
- MAN 2: Sit down!
Hey, pal, when you talk to me, stand up.
Sorry, you are standing.
No reason to kneel. We're not in church.
Oh, boy! We can play ball.
We got three bases.
Play ball.
Ah!
This is either the Woolworth Building,
in which case it's okay, or...
"The Leith police dismisseth us."
(GRUNTS)
Aren't you gonna help him?
I abhor violence.
(MIKE SCREAMING)
"The Leith police dismisseth us."
- (CHOKING) I got a situation here.
- So?
That's it.
(GLASS SHATTERING)
MIKE: I'll take it from here, Tuck.
Good luck in your radio career.
Where we going? Oh, out there, huh?
Fine with me.
I need a lot of room for you, pal. Yeah.
You know, I looked up "Neanderthal"
in the dictionary.
There was a picture of you. (CHUCKLES)
Whereabouts?
Right here. That's good for me.
I don't know what Addy sees in you.
You know, she should go out with humans.
- SPEER: I was wrong.
- What?
You can't take care of yourself.
Oh...
- They wrote a song about you.
- SPEER: Oh?
Brother, Can You Spare a Brain?
- You want to know something?
- What?
You'll always be "shorty" to me.
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