All Through The Night Page #4

-Please.

l don't like the way

he's pushing you around.

lt isn't important.

Don't interfere.

-Come on.

-Let her alone.

Take your hands off me.

Just a minute, Mr. Donahue. We don't

want any disturbance. l warned you.

Oh, he's just trying

to persuade her to quit Callahan.

Oh, chiseling again, huh?

l'm afraid we'll have to ask you to leave,

lightly and politely.

Why don't you shut up.

l'm getting hoarse listening to you.

Good night, Mr. Donahue.

-Oh, Miss Hamilton--

-Now, would you leave?

Or do you want a sample

of our Southern hospitality?

Okay, Reginald.

Spread a carpet for him

on his way out.

l'm gonna talk to that dame.

-What did you do at Miller's?

-Nothing. l wasn't even there.

Don't lie. How come Donahue

knew about that?

-Good night.

-And you better not come back.

Thanks for the tip.

Can we go now? l've been waiting so long

the mayor offered me a job as a fireplug.

For all the good l'm doing here,

l might as well be one too.

You know, l'm worried about that canary.

She's in a jam.

May l remind you we have a rendezvous

with a couple of cowboys?

That can wait.

Be back in a minute.

-Well, we're here for the duration.

-l don't get it.

l marry Annabelle,

and l spend my honeymoon with you.

Well, l can cook.

Now, don't start anything, Joe.

l'm gonna talk

to this Hamilton dame and--

Joe. Joe, what's the matter?

The dame....

They got the dame.

What are you talking about?

Who got the dame?

What are you trying to tell me, Joe?

-Hey, which way did that cab go?

-What cab?

-The Diamond cab out of the alley.

-l didn't see no cab.

What's up, coach?

Somebody bumped off Joe

and grabbed the dame.

-What?

-Drive me to the Diamond garage.

l gotta trace that cab.

Here we go again, boys.

-Got any idea who bumped Joe off?

-He died before he could tell.

All he did was hold up

his hand like this:

-What for?

-He wanted to leave the room.

-Shut up, the guy is dead.

-Well, l'm reasonably sorry.

Pat? Smitty.

Did you pick up a fare at the stage entrance

of the Duchess Club about 8:30?

lf you see Frankie Cole,

tell him to call in.

-Well, what about it?

-No soap yet, Gloves.

But we'll trace it sooner or later.

You're sure it was one of our cabs?

-Positive. lt almost flattened me.

-We'll find out as soon as Frankie calls in.

-The Duchess Club's his beat.

-Let me scram, coach? Annabelle's waiting.

-Quiet down, will you, Barney?

-l'm a married man. l got obligations.

All right, send her flowers.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...we interrupt our program

to bring you this latest news bulletin,

Joe Denning, nightclub operator

and partner of Marty Callahan...

...owner of the Duchess Club, was found

dead tonight with a bullet in his back,

A glove found near the body was

identified as property of Gloves Donahue...

...man about town and well-known figure,

Callahan accuses Donahue of the murder,

Police are now searching for Donahue, who

was last seen driving a long black car...

...license number 22007 7,

All citizens are asked

to report sight of the car...,

Murder. How about that?

Blasting my good name all over the air.

You'd think Callahan would know me better.

May l suggest we visit the DA's office

and deny everything ipso facto?

Yeah, that's good.

Walk in there and l'll never get out.

He's been trying to hang

something on me for years.

Well, there's no use denying it,

we're practically outlaws.

Poor Annabelle.

Married to an accessory before the fact.

-Listen, Smitty, l gotta find that dame now.

-Well, l'm doing my best--

Maybe this is Frankie now.

Hello.

Listen, Frankie. Did you make a haul

from the Duchess bar about 8:30 tonight?

Yeah? Where to?

Okay. You're in luck, Gloves.

Frankie picked up this customer and took

him to a warehouse at 733 East 61 st Street.

-Lend me a cab, will you. My car's hot.

-Go ahead.

-Thanks. lf anybody asks, you ain't seen us.

-You know me.

How many years do you get

if they give you life?

Nice, cheerful little neighborhood. Friend of

mine got his skull crushed here last week.

-For what?

-For nothing.

''l.J. Madison lmporters and Exporters.''

This can't be the place.

That's the address Smitty gave us.

-Maybe he got his numbers mixed.

-Ring the bell. Ask the landlady.

Wait a minute,

maybe the landlady won't like it.

-You douse the lights and wait here.

-Alone?

Yeah. Come with me, Sunshine.

How long you gonna be gone, fellas?

What do you care?

You got your insurance paid.

That friend of yours. How is he?

Fine. He's dead.

What are you gonna do now?

Try to figure out a way to get in here.

Well, allow me.

l suddenly remember

something from my youth.

-Good evening, officer.

-How are you?

-This your cab?

-Yes, sir.

Better get it out of here

before someone takes it.

-l can't, l'm waiting for a fare.

-Stick around, you'll get one.

There ain't a night passes

we don't pick a stiff out of the river.

-Thanks.

-You're welcome.

Personally, l'd feel more comfortable

if l had a rod.

''Here lies Sunshine under the sod.

That's not odd. He had no rod.''

You know, there are times

when l wonder about you.

What would a sweetheart like that

Hamilton dame be doing in a dump like this?

Maybe she still believes in Santa Claus.

Quiet.

l must have slipped.

You must have slipped.

All right, dig yourself out of there

and let's go.

This is not my idea

of how to spend a pleasant evening.

Right now l could be dealing myself

a straight flush.

lf l could only figure out what Joe meant

when he held up his hand.

l know he must have been trying

to tell me something...

...or show me something.

You are the noisiest guy.

l wonder what's up there.

You know, l think we ought to--

Hey, Sunshine.

Sunshine.

Hey, Sunshine.

So you were target practicing,

were you?

-Barney.

-What happened to you?

-You look like you been rolled.

-l had a little trouble inside.

-Where did you get that?

-Same place. Seen Sunshine?

No, coach, he's with you.

Coach, he ain't with you.

Somebody yanked him

and took him up to the third floor.

-l followed. l couldn't find a thing.

-No Sunshine?

No Sunshine, and no third floor.

But you said

you got to the third floor.

-l did.

-lt's all clear to me, ain't it?

l got an idea. This building must connect

with one on the next street.

-Right, they both come together.

-Drive me around the corner.

You better brush up,

you look terrible.

Drive slow. lt ought to be

just about in the middle of the block.

There.

Stop in front of that auction shop.

Maybe it's a front.

''Continental Art Galleries.''

-High-class joint.

-Yeah.

-Hey, how do l look?

-Oh, fine.

Okay, let's go.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

we offer you a most extraordinary piece.

This George l

secretary bookcase.

As you can see,

it is in excellent condition.

An original piece of the period...

...it was for many years a part

of the famous Holbrook collection.

Now, surely, there is someone here...

...who would appreciate the beauty

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