All Through The Night Page #7

You will see...

...in a year...

...perhaps less than a year,

they will all be taking their orders from us.

First, Brother Rat, you take

a few orders from me. Get them up.

We're gonna let the cops in

on some of your bright ideas.

Thank you. But for the present,

l would rather keep my ideas to myself.

Listen, you ain't got

no secrets from me.

l just took a quick tour

through your tunnel of love.

Looks like the number one office of Hitler

and company. You're coming along too.

You realize you will never get out of here.

Every entrance is guarded.

Don't try that line on me, Jack.

This is Broadway, not Berlin.

lt's a great pity, Mr. Donahue,

that you and l should oppose each other.

We have so much in common.

Yeah, how's that?

You are a man of action.

You take what you want

and so do we.

You have no respect for democracy.

Neither do we.

lt's clear we should be allies.

lt's clear you are screwy.

l've been a registered

Democrat ever since l could vote.

l may not be model citizen number one...

...but l pay my taxes, wait for traffic lights,

buy 24 tickets regular...

...to the policeman's ball.

Don't get me mixed up with no league

that rubs out innocent little bakers and--

Excellent. Did you learn that

in one of your gang wars?

No, that's a little trick l picked up...

...from Benny's shooting gallery

in Coney lsland.

lf you don't quit stalling,

l'll show you other tricks.

Well, Leda, it's useless to argue

with such determination.

Hey, where are you going, buster?

For my hat,

if you don't object.

You make another false start...

...you won't have a head

to put it on. Get those hands up.

You're a smart character, ain't you?

All right, go ahead, get your hat.

Thank you.

Send help at once! Donahue is here.

Guard the exits. Alarm signal.

-What's that?

-There'll be a dozen men up here.

-You'll never get out.

-Come on.

Please, Gloves, listen to me.

Please, let me explain.

You can't talk your way out of this one,

sister. l know all about you now.

Sunshine. Sunshine.

Hey, Gloves, in here.

This place will be a shooting gallery

in two minutes.

Yeah, and we're gonna be clay pigeons.

-What's the matter?

-Donahue has run away...

...and the girl is in there too.

They're locked in.

Franz.

-Where do you think you're going?

-Gloves, please let me go.

l helped you, didn't l?

You've got to help me.

Get out of here, but let me stay.

Get out of my way.

l don't know what you're up to.

Out there, the cops are waiting

with a ticket to the hot seat.

You know who killed Joe and Miller,

and you know what's going on here.

-You're exhibit A. You're coming with me.

-Hey, Gloves.

This way out.

Go on.

-Hey, Barney. Barney.

-Where have you been?

-You don't know what l've been through.

-We're coming down.

This is no time for foolish questions,

but how?

Down that latticework.

Start climbing, sister.

-l won't do it.

-You're getting to be a nuisance.

-Give her the old one-two.

-l hate to do this.

Glass jaw.

Be careful now.

Watch your step.

-Stop shooting, you idiot.

-But the two of them are in there.

Break in the door.

That's too slow for me.

Why don't you stay

in your own back yard.

-Hey, who is this?

-My alibi.

-How do you do?

-Drive me to the 47th Street precinct.

-That's the police station.

-l know it.

Hey, wait for Tarzan.

Hey, what'll l do?

Let go, you dope.

-Hurry, hurry!

-They went through the window.

Come on, come on.

They must not get away from us.

-There they are.

-Are you crazy?

We'll have the police at our neck.

We must catch them. Come on.

l don't often slug a lady,

but you gave me the cue.

l shouldn't have expected any better.

lf you only had kept out of this.

You've messed up everything.

l'm ashamed of myself.

How is it possible?

l told you to dispose of those guys.

How should l know?

When l left, they were still tied up.

Hey, them weenies are tagging us.

Hit it up, Barney.

l'm racing now.

-Well, cut through the park.

-Right.

Anton, shoot at the tire.

-Let's go!

-Stall them as long as you can.

-Ebbing.

-Come on, sister.

No, wait.

Ebbing. Ebbing.

Ebbing.

Ebbing.

-There they are.

-Anton, over there.

We must spread out.

One to the left, one to the right.

Hey, what are you trying to do,

break your neck?

l suppose you're sorry l didn't.

You try that again,

and maybe l'll do it for you.

Now come on, get on your feet.

Pepi. What are you standing here for?

-We'll never find them. They're gone.

-We must find them.

l can't go any further.

Oh, yes, you can.

Some night you're giving me, sister.

l start out the evening

with a nice poker game in view...

...and wind up in Central Park

playing cowboys and lndians.

l don't know where l am.

How about that?

Me, in the middle of New York City,

lost in the woods.

Now, come on.

Sit down in here and keep quiet.

Will you please try and listen?

You talk about Denning and Miller and

the fancy killers you run with, and l'll listen.

-Otherwise, shut up.

-But you don't understand.

l hate them just as much as you do.

Do you think l work for them

because l want to? l have to.

Don't give me that. This is a free country.

Nobody does what they don't wanna do.

-Please, let me explain.

-Listen, l'm a busy man.

lf l can get out of this...

...l'm gonna turn you over to the cops,

explain to them.

You can't do that.

Someone's life depends on it.

You said it, sister. Mine.

No, my father's.

Your father?

What's he got to do with it?

They're holding him

in a concentration camp in Germany.

unless l keep on working with Ebbing,

they'll kill him.

Wait a minute.

Where's this place, D-a-c-h-a-u?

Dachau. That's where

they're holding him.

What do you know about it?

Stay over there.

Gloves. You're looking for me,

l suppose.

Yeah.

l thought you'd run out on me.

There's no need for that now.

Tough luck, kid.

l'll do whatever you say.

Okay.

Sit down here, kid.

Hello, Westmore Hote--

Oh, good evening.

Give me a room, Curley.

-With or without?

-lt don't make any difference. Any kind.

-Boy.

-For me and the lady.

-And who might that be?

-My mother.

-Have you got any baggage?

-No.

Sorry, l can't give you

a room without baggage.

Give me that key. Call up the cops and tell

them you got Gloves Donahue up in 21 4.

-Who?

-Gloves Donahue.

l'm a murderer. A killer.

There's my picture, one of my best.

Come on, kid.

There's a 1 0 grand reward out for me.

You'll never have a chance like this till

you pick a winner in the sweepstakes.

We'll walk.

Operator, give me the police, quick.

This ain't exactly in my line,

playing nursemaid.

Feeling better?

Thanks.

Now, now, come on,

cut that out now.

Here. Here, have a cigarette.

l'm sorry about tonight, kid.

Sorry you had to go through all this.

lt wasn't your fault, Gloves.

Well, l wish you could have found out

about your old man in some easier way.

Quite a shock, wasn't it?

lt's all right.

Just as well.

lt's better for him this way.

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