A Slight Case of Murder Page #10

We've been thinking over that extension.

Well, what's the matter?

You've been screaming your ears off

about that small change...

for six weeks, pretty near.

Remy, you've always been

a good customer.

Well, here it is. Take it.

Yeah?

- What's the matter?

- Boss, I positively gotta speak to you.

- Excuse me, gents.

- Certainly, Remy.

What's the idea

of interrupting Marco like this?

I nearly got them hooked in there.

Boss, I just found out

old man Whitewood collapsed...

and the missus stuck him

in that back bedroom.

Well, it's okay with me

if she put him in the ice box.

But, boss, wait a minute. All night long,

we've been trying to tell you...

and every time you give us a busy signal.

Tell me what?

Those bodies are in the closet

in that room, Gallagher and Little Dutch.

You know, those bodies we found here.

- Are you drunk?

- No, boss, but they're up there.

We just took them away.

How did they get back?

They didn't walk, did they?

Say, is somebody getting fresh

with Marco?

Boss, we boys

brought them back ourselves...

but we didn't wanna put them

in the same room with Douglas.

We don't trust that Douglas.

Well, what's the idea

of bringing them back?

We just dealt them around

where they'd do some good.

They're worth 40 grand, boss,

the paper says. Dead or alive.

Why, you dopes.

You know I can't afford

to have those bodies found around here...

especially the condition they're in.

But for 40 grand, boss?

Yeah, for 40 grand. For 40 grand you'd ruin

my social reputation. You dopes.

But, boss, what'll I do

if they open the closet?

Well, you explain it to them.

- What will I say?

- Well, listen, I'm busy.

Well, explain to him how it's all natural

and okay and a big surprise to all of us.

Big surprise.

Now, let's get this over with.

- You got my note?

- Yes, Remy.

We wish you'd reconsider this.

I'd like to string along with you boys

and renew that note...

but Marco just can't forget

a couple of dirty cracks...

you made about Marco's credit.

You know, you hurt me, boys.

Oh, Remy, you're too big a man.

Yeah, but you hurt me.

You'll never know how much.

Come in!

Mr. Marco, can I see you a minute?

No, can't you see I'm busy?

Come on. Get out of here.

Go on. Scram.

What, is this a conspiracy or something?

I want a policeman.

Well, what about your board of directors?

You leave them to us.

We'll assume full responsibility.

Here. Here's a renewal for a year. Sign it.

You boys win.

You know,

that's Marco's one great fault. Sentiment.

I'm signing this, understand,

only because I love you.

Okay. M-A-Y-K-O. Marco.

That's it. Not bad, huh?

Remy, I knew you were too big a man

to hold a grudge.

I'm amazed at you, Remy,

thinking your credit wasn't any good.

Oh, well, forget it, pals. I guess...

it's maybe just because Marco never tried

to put anything over on anybody...

that makes him a little sensitive.

- You boys staying for the party?

- No, thanks. We'll run along.

Oh, well, that's too bad.

Come on. I'll show you to the door.

Robbers! Bandits! Police!

The whole room's full of robbers up there!

Just a minute, boys.

It's one of my guests.

He's had a little too much to drink.

And seeing as how he's very prominent...

I think it might be a little embarrassing

for him to see you.

So would you two boys

mind leaving by the window?

Would you mind doing Marco

that little favor?

Why, certainly, Remy.

- Right this way.

- We'll do anything to please you.

Right this way.

Opens on the driveway, see.

- Goodnight, Remy. Thanks a lot.

- Good night.

Goodnight. Pleasure was all mine, boys.

Pipe down. Pipe down. Now, one at a time.

Now, what's this whole thing about?

Mr. Marco, as an officer of the law,

I arrest you.

Why, you...

Oh, no, you don't.

I got something to tell you.

Right here in this bag is $500,000

that was stolen off the armored truck.

$500,000!

Now, you being a cop,

I think you ought to turn it in.

- Wait a minute, boss.

- Shut up.

Now, you.

What's the idea of you acting

like a hoodlum in Marco's home?

That closet upstairs, there's someone in it,

a lot of people. It's outrageous.

You must be dippy.

I go to the closet to hang up my coat...

and there are four of your friends

with guns.

Well, can you imagine that?

Can it be

that somebody's intruding on Marco?

One of them attacked me.

The rest of them waved their fists

and their guns at me.

Say, I got an idea. They must be the guys

that held up the truck.

- Sure.

- That's it, boss.

- The folks upstairs must be the bandits.

- Why, certainly.

Bandits?

- Say, they could be, at that.

- Let's get out of here.

Look here, young fellow, you're a cop.

Now here's your big chance.

Sure!

Right.

Richard, my boy!

Richard, my son.

- Say, what do you think you're doing?

- Guarding the stairway.

Will you get a load of that?

He figures they're gonna leave

by the front door.

Say, now, listen, big boy, you wanna make

a big guy out of yourself...

- all of a sudden?

- How?

Then go up to that room

and start blazing away.

- But, Mr. Marco...

- Now, listen, you're a copper, ain't you?

Here's your chance

to be the biggest one in the country.

- Yes, I know.

- You go right up to that room...

and order them to come out of that closet

with their hands up.

But suppose they don't?

I'll lay you 500 to 1 they don't.

Well, if they don't or if they even hesitate,

you start popping.

Only don't try and open that closet door,

will you, or they'll shoot your ears off.

They're dead... shots.

Well, Mr. Marco, don't you think

we better wait for reinforcements?

I've already called the police.

Young man, you're wearing the uniform

of your country.

Well, anyways, your state.

You want these people to think

that you disgraced it?

He's right, my son. You are a Whitewood.

Why, certainly, you're gonna make

a big rep for yourself tonight, kid.

Come on. I'll go with you.

That's my son.

Well, don't apologize, pop.

You can't help it.

In there. Come on. Come on.

Right in there.

There. There's the closet.

Come out!

Come out with your hands up, or I'll shoot!

- Guess they ain't coming out.

- Well, what will I do?

I hate to kind of mess up this place,

but seeing as how it's a rented house...

you better start shooting.

Now, now, wait a minute.

Bring it over about 7 or 8 feet.

That's it. A little lower.

Give them a sixth just for good luck.

You know,

something tells Marco you got them.

Yeah, all four of them.

Oh, gee, must've been a strain

on you, huh?

Hey, what's the idea of waking me up?

I'm going back to the orphanage.

Now, look, Douglas, you go back to bed,

will you? Be a nice boy.

What happened to him?

Well, he's fainted.

He must have been nervous.

Hey, what are you trying to do?

We better crease him

to make it look good.

Oh, no, no, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

- Dick!

- I know it's a...

Richard, my boy, speak to me.

Speak to me.

Oh, that's all right, pop. He's okey dokey.

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