A Slight Case of Murder Page #5

You've gotta get them out of there.

I can't have people like that

around my house.

Mrs. Thurston was supposed

to leave this house in good order.

Now, wait a minute. She wouldn't

have left them there if she'd have known.

Well, then get the agent on the phone.

They've got no right to rent a house

with people like that in it.

What would the neighbors think?

What would Mary's fianc think

if he came in while they were here?

Say, what would anybody think?

We better call up the Board of Health.

Yeah, tell them we want to use that room.

No, I don't think we better do that, boss.

I don't think we want any strangers

in on this.

- You know who them fellows are?

- Who are they?

One of them is Little Dutch.

Then there's No-Nose Cohen...

Blackhat Gallagher,

and a guy I don't know.

He must be a total stranger.

What difference does it make

who they are?

I don't care anything about them,

and I don't want them there.

Now, listen, Nora, those are the guys

that I had trouble with in the old days.

They tried to see me

a couple of times before.

Yeah, the trouble with them guys is...

they could never get the idea

out of their heads...

that they had a right to that brewery

just because they started it.

Yeah, but the worst of it is,

what would people think?

Finding them this way in my own house.

He can't get back in the papers

now of all times.

No.

Think what it'd mean to Mary

and the Whitewoods.

The Whitewoods. Think

what it would mean to Marco's Beer.

All right, then get those people

out of this house.

I don't care what you do with them,

but get them out quietly.

I'll keep Mary upstairs with me.

They got plenty of artillery, too.

Yeah, well, we better hide it.

Say, I'll wisen up the boys.

They'll be interested.

Okay.

- Hey, Mike.

- Yeah?

Which one of them had the king full?

- Little Dutch?

- Yeah.

I thought so. Lucky fink, that Little Dutch.

Out.

That's just the kind of a dirty trick

those guys would pull...

leaving themselves in that kind of shape

around your house.

Yeah, you know, that Little Dutch

never had no consideration...

- for other people's feelings.

- No.

Say, you sure you boys

didn't have a hand in this?

No such luck.

- Boss, I think I got it all figured out.

- Yeah?

Those are the guys

that knocked off the bookies' truck.

Say, I think you're right.

Then they come straight up here

to take up that old matter with the boss.

- Some nerve, reopening old wounds.

- Yeah.

- Why can't they live and forget?

- Yeah.

- And me being legitimate for years.

- Yeah.

Sad Sam says there was five.

So I figure the fifth one

gives these guys the business...

and then scrams with the dough.

I think you're right.

Well, everybody's onboard.

Come on. Let's take these fellows

and throw them away somewhere.

Yeah, but where?

Say, you know that gentleman jockey,

Mr. Brent?

Well, I bet on a horse

that he rode at Belmont once...

and I think he pulled that horse.

I know he pulled that horse.

Although I don't like to say anything

against a gentleman jockey.

How'd it be to leave one on his doorstep?

Okay with me. Say, I never had

any love for gentlemen jockeys anyway.

How about Little Dutch for Mr. Brent?

That's fine. Look, and we leave

Blackhat Gallagher at Briggs' cottage...

around the corner.

You know, Joe Briggs welshed on me

when he was making book at Jamaica.

I know a guy I don't like

runs a restaurant downtown.

Oh, no, no, no.

We ain't taking anybody downtown.

Now, let's keep personalities

out of this, see.

Say, how about leaving one

on Colonel Jake Statts' lawn?

Yeah, the Statts Brewery.

You know, once he told it around

I was making chemical beer.

Well, we'll give him No-Nose Cohen.

He's the ugliest.

The stranger, the guy

we don't know about, he ain't no rose.

We ought to pick a spot for him.

Yeah, where'll we leave the stranger?

You know, we don't want to waste

any of these fellows.

Now, boss, can't I keep just one of them

in the kitchen until later?

Then I'll take him downtown by myself

with absolutely no trouble at all.

Now, you heard me.

We gotta get them out of here right away.

Nora's getting all sored up about this.

I got it. Marshall Preston. You know.

That bluenose that's always squawking

about closing down the track?

So he wants to close down the track,

does he? Where does he live?

He's got that gaten cottage

on Union Avenue.

Well, he gets the stranger.

Now, you stick here.

You're staying here with the missus.

Me and the other boys

are gonna make the deliveries.

Wait a minute, boss.

Lefty went last time. I never have no fun.

Now, you heard me. Stick here.

You're getting spoiled,

always thinking of your own pleasure.

Come on, boys.

- You heard him.

- So long, Michael.

A cop.

Yeah, and you missed him.

You're getting careless lately.

Yeah, I know, boss. It's the life I'm leading.

I was much better when I was illegitimate.

I'll learn you some manners.

A bull's-eye. What do I get?

What do you want? A Kewpie doll?

Stay where you are.

I'll beat your brains out.

- What do you want?

- Well, have the Marcos arrived yet?

Who wants to know?

Well, I'd like to see Miss Marco

or Mrs. Marco.

Well, you can't see them.

Michael, who is it?

Wait outside.

- It's the law.

- What?

He was here once before,

and I told the boss about it...

and the boss said, if he come back,

to throw him out.

Do you suppose he's here

about those parties that were upstairs?

Who knows what a copper wants?

- Is he a local?

- No, he's a state trooper.

Oh, that must be the fellow...

who was trying to catch us

outside of Albany this afternoon.

We weren't going very fast.

I'll take care of him. Show him in here.

Come in,

but I think she's making a mistake.

You asked for it.

So you had to follow us all the way here.

Well, let me tell you something,

young man...

we weren't going over 35 miles an hour.

- There's some mistake.

- Oh, no, there's no mistake.

That old car of ours

can't make over 35 miles an hour.

You don't believe it, take it out and try it.

I'm not here to arrest you for speeding.

Then what do you want?

- Well, you are Mrs. Marco, aren't you?

- What of it?

My name's Whitewood,

I'm Dick Whitewood.

What? In that uniform?

Well, Mary told me,

when I got back to America...

I had to do something, so I'm doing this.

Surprise Mary, don't you think?

Surprise her? It'll floor her.

Pardon me.

Mary!

Mary.

Mary.

Forgive me for shouting for Mary,

but my servants are all busy.

How are you, Mr. Whitewood?

Such a shock,

thinking I was gonna be pinched...

and it turned out to be you.

I understand.

Dick!

Oh, darling. Well, what a grand uniform.

He's got some bad news for you.

I mean, a surprise.

Don't tell me you're really a state trooper.

- I certainly am.

- I think that's marvelous.

But, darling, whatever put it in your head

to become a state trooper?

Yeah, and going around

making people nervous.

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