'G' Men Page #2

Was that the only reason?

Well, maybe I wanted to see a kid that

had the same start in life that I had...

...make a real success.

Haven't had much success.

Nobody gets ahead fast when

they play the game on the level.

- That's the way you want me to play it?

- That's the only way to play it.

I been in rackets all my life, Brick.

They don't pay off. Except in dough.

Well, Mac,

it looks like I'm gonna cross you.

- You wouldn't turn crook?

- No, no.

But I am giving up the law business.

I've tried to make a go of it, but it's no use.

Guess I wasn't cut out

to warm a desk chair.

Well, maybe that's right.

What are you gonna do?

I've joined the Department of Justice.

They accepted my application yesterday.

How'd you happen to do this?

Buchanan.

I got you.

They want you in Washington.

Yeah, I'm leaving tomorrow morning.

That puts me on the other side

of the fence from you.

That's where you ought to be.

But they're out to get you.

You and everybody else in your racket.

If they assign me to go after you,

I've gotta use everything I know.

You got to play ball with them, Brick.

Go to it.

Now, Mac...

You won't get me, Brick.

I'm going to quit.

I've been thinking about it

for a long time.

But what about Collins and Leggett

and all the rest? Will they let you quit?

They still take orders from me

whether they know it or not.

- Hi, Louie.

- Gentlemen. Hi, boys.

Hi, Ruby.

Yeah, you can put them both on one.

- May I check your hat, sir?

- No, thanks.

- Want a drink?

- No, thanks.

- Come on, hurry up.

- Okay.

- Are you ready, Jean?

- Okay.

- Hello, Brad.

- How are you, Louise?

Hello, baby, how are you?

- Busy. Ever think of knocking?

- I never knock.

It does save getting splinters

in your knuckles.

- Someday someone's gonna knock you flat.

- What are you doing tonight?

- I think I've got a date.

- With me?

- Nope. Brick Davis.

- Oh, is he here?

Yes.

- See you sometime.

- So long, Mac.

Don't hit any foul balls.

I'll try not to.

How are you?

- I heard something about you, lawyer.

- You did? What?

- That you're gonna be a big G-man.

- That's right.

- You ought to be dumped in a ditch.

- Keep your tin badge in Washington.

If you stick your puss in our affairs,

you'll get a bellyful of this. Now beat it.

You made up your mind

about that plant in Brooklyn?

Yep. I'm gonna sell it.

- Sell it?

- What do you mean?

- I'm gonna retire.

- What's gonna happen to us?

That's your affair.

You can take over and keep going

if you want to, but you'd be suckers.

- This game is washed up.

- Yeah, maybe.

We're not gonna let the Mob bust up. There

are plenty of rackets we can move into.

Not for me. I'm selling out.

- What if we don't want you to sell out?

- I sell out anyway.

I've spent all the time I want to

trying to keep you guys in line.

From now on, you can run things

to suit yourself.

If they catch up with you,

it's your grief. I'm selling out.

- Does that make sense to you guys?

- Yeah, that makes sense.

- Hello, stranger.

- Oh, how are you, Jean?

Well, I feel fine. I was beginning

to think I had the measles...

...the way you've been staying away.

- I've been awfully busy.

Yeah, I know.

That's the way it always happens.

Mac puts my name up in lights, and the

only person I wanna see gets tangled up.

Don't you get eye strain

reading law books?

Yeah, that's why I'm giving it all up.

I'm leaving for Washington tomorrow.

I just stopped in to see you.

- Got a law case down there?

- No, I'm closing the office.

I've joined the Department of Justice.

- Then you'll be staying there?

- Yeah, for a while anyway.

Well, that makes things different,

doesn't it?

Yeah, a whole lot different.

You could almost call it

a flying broad jump, couldn't you?

I just told Mac about it.

- What did he say?

- He thought it was a grand idea.

Well, I think it's swell, Brick,

getting into work like that.

You'll like it a lot better

than a law office.

Yeah, that's the way I feel about it.

I've gotta get going.

- Sorry you can't see the show.

- Yeah, so am I, but you understand.

Yeah. Goodbyes are sort of silly,

aren't they?

- Yeah.

- Well, we can send you...

...a bulletproof vest for Christmas.

- Yeah. So long, kid.

Say, there's no rule that a G-man can't

kiss an old friend goodbye, is there?

Get a comparison

on those test bullets yet?

Just checking them.

You're out of luck, Jeff.

They don't match.

- Which one killed Buchanan?

- The one on the left.

I'll tell the chief.

- Morning.

- Morning.

The rifle we found isn't the one.

The slugs don't check.

The fingerprints on the handcuff

match Durfee's.

Buchanan had him collared

when he was killed.

Put that in your wire

to the New York division.

- Report back here at 3:00.

- Yes, sir.

Let me go up to New York, chief.

I'd like a crack at this case.

No, I'm sending Smith up. I need you here

in charge of training these new men.

- More law-school graduates?

- Three of them.

Oh, have a heart, chief. Give this grief to

somebody else. I've been doing it for a year.

I made a decent record

in the field for nine years.

Do I have to spend the rest of my life

combing these kids out of my hair?

You're familiar with the work. And there

aren't enough old hands to go around.

I'm the one should be yelling, not you.

We need those men. Lots of them.

I know. But why can't we get

more guys with police experience?

Guys that know the underworld,

not just how to spout law.

These kids have as much chance of

pulling through a dangerous assignment...

...as Buchanan had.

That depends on how well

you train them, Jeff.

That's your assignment. Go to it.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Davis is here, Mr. Gregory.

Yes, sir.

He says you're to report to Mr. McCord,

the man who just left.

Thank you.

- Hello.

- Well, you look like...

...you're not going to New York.

- I'm not going.

I'm gonna keep on pounding

the ABC's of crime...

...into the skulls

of these babes-in-arms.

Law-school graduate. Law-school

graduate. Law-school graduate.

Listen:
Mr. James Davis, doctor of law,

doctor of philosophy, Phi Beta Kappa.

Now, isn't that sweet?

- Phi Beta Kappa.

- What's yours, "Flatfooter Copper"?

Who said that? Who are you?

I'm Davis. But don't let that

spoil your fun. Go right ahead.

So you're Mr. Davis.

- And you're McCord.

- That's right.

- And this is Mr. Farrell.

- Hiya.

- Hello.

- And we're not Phi Beta Kappas.

- No, I gathered that.

- A very funny remark.

Lay off him, Jeff.

He seems to be all right.

Sure, a perfect legal specimen.

But I don't think I like you,

Mr. Davis.

And I can't work up much of a sweat

over that kisser of yours either.

However, my personal attitude will

have no bearing on your advancement.

I think I'll take charge

of your training personally.

There you go.

I don't want you to think I'm taking

advantage of you in this...

...but the first requirement

is an excellent physical condition.

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