All Through The Night Page #9

-What do you see?

-Nothing.

-See you later, baby.

-Come back here, Gloves.

-Don't let him get away, boys.

-Go get him.

You can't get away with this, Gloves.

Come back, Gloves...

...or l'll shoot.

Hello, hello.

Yeah, let me talk to Benny.

-Here you are, Sunshine.

-Hello, Benny?

You seen anything of Gloves tonight?

Yeah, we know the cops

are looking for him.

Keep your lamps open, and if you see him,

we're waiting at Spats' place.

-Can l use the phone, please?

-Go away. What about Yipp's place?

l called them, no soap.

l'll try the Golden Rule.

-Can't l please phone Annabelle?

-What's eating you?

l'm worried about my honeymoon,

l just got married.

So? Gloves might be lying

with a knife in his back.

You ought to be worrying about him,

not your honeymoon.

-Can't l worry about them both?

-The line's busy.

-Can l use the phone, please?

-Okay, call her, but make it a quickie.

Well, what do we do now?

Best thing for Gloves is to get in a plane

and go as far as it'll take him.

What kind of a mouthpiece are you?

You're convicting him

before they convict him.

Hey, don't you start complaining.

You got him mixed up

in this from the first.

-Who, me?

-Yeah, you.

l told you, we were at the ball game

this afternoon...

...when his old lady called up

about Miller's cheesecake, so l--

-lf l hear that story again, l'll go nuts.

-Wait. Fellas, please.

-l'm trying to converse with Annabelle.

-Converse.

Don't get sore, Annabelle.

l can't help it.

l'm lonesome too.

l'm doing the very best l can.

l'm only human after all.

l'm at Spats' place.

Honest, l am. l'm waiting for Gloves.

Tell her, will you?

-Forget her. l'll get you another dame.

-Annabelle, l don't want another.

No, l don't love Gloves

more than l love you.

-Tell her, will you?

-Hang up, stupid.

No, Annabelle.

Anna-- An--

All right, she hung up.

You see what you've done?

She's gonna divorce me

and name Gloves as corespondent.

-Don't worry, you need the experience.

-But l haven't had any experience.

Hey, Spats.

-What's the matter?

-Quick, give a look.

Callahan and his boys are downstairs.

We're wasting our time.

Gloves will never pass through that.

He'll show. l'll sign an affidavit.

What about these cowboys?

l can't hold onto them much longer.

lf l listen to that song once more,

l'll shoot them.

-And l'll bury them.

-Let them go.

-What about the poker?

-Forget it.

What, forget 20 grand?

Gloves is in a jam...

...and that dough will buy writs of certiorari

and habeas corpuses, ipso facto.

That's good, take them over.

-l'm running out of double talk.

-All right, come on.

There they are.

How you doing, boys?

l'll tell you, l'm getting mighty weary

waiting for this here Mr. Donahue.

Me too. l'm all for hitting the trail

back to the motel.

-Come on, Sage.

-Now, now.

Wait a minute, Buck,

it's like l told you.

Mr. Donahue's delayed,

but he'll be here any minute.

-Right, Starchy?

-Yeah, keep your spurs on.

After all, you can't expect

pyramid aldacia ferberson all the time.

-Lay off that gab, will you?

-Come on there, Barney.

-Cheer up the boys.

-Let's whoop her up, wranglers.

Come right in.

Come right in.

Hello, Barney.

Mrs. Donahue.

What are you doing here?

Well, l've been looking for Gloves,

and l can't find him.

l've been to his apartment and his office,

l thought maybe he might be here.

He just stepped out for a little air.

He'll be right back.

Why don't you come on in. Sit down.

There's a nice chair.

-You know the boys.

-Good evening, Mother.

-Hello.

-How are you, Mrs. Donahue?

Barney, l'm that worried

about Gloves.

lt says here in the paper

that he killed somebody.

They're trying to build up circulation.

-Exactly.

-Well, l don't understand it.

Now, when l come in here

a little while ago...

...there was Callahan

and his boys downstairs...

...and they tried to search me.

-What?

-He can't do that without a search warrant.

-How about a little drink?

-Fix you a glass of sherry.

Oh, no, thank you, Barney.

But l wouldn't mind

a little bit of bicarbonate.

Oh, yes, bicarbonate. l'll get it.

Gloves! Hey, fellas, it's Gloves!

lt's Gloves, fellas! lt's Gloves!

Hey, Martin.

Now, don't start shooting.

Let me get my mitts on him first.

So l do a beautiful swan dive

into the East River.

They don't follow,

because they figure l'm at the bottom.

And that's the story up to now.

-What's the idea, Callahan?

-Shut up.

You've got no right

to break in here, you big ape.

This is illegal entry.

He's got a date with the hot seat.

l'll see he keeps it.

-Son.

-lt's okay, Mom.

Marty, you got me figured all wrong.

l didn't kill Joe, but l know who did.

-Pepi, your piano player.

-Don't try to tell me--

That greaseball is part of a mob

that makes us look like Little Bo Peep.

They used your joint

to do their finagling in.

-When did you dream that up?

-That's no dream.

He's referring to parties

from across the pond.

ln tracking down this Hamilton doll,

l uncovered...

...a nest of fifth columnists, fivers.

Spies to you. Pepi was one of them.

That's what Joe found out,

so Pepi knocked him off.

What do you tell me for?

Why don't you spill it to the cops?

l tried to, but no soap.

Listen, Marty,

l know you're no mental giant...

...but try to juggle this, all of you.

l got a firsthand report

on what it's like on the other side...

...from that Hamilton babe, and, l'm

telling you, we gotta watch our steps.

Those babies are strictly no good

from way down deep.

They're no bunch of petty racketeers

muscling in on some small territory.

They wanna move in wholesale.

Take over the country.

lt don't make no difference

who runs the country...

-...as long as they stay out of my way.

-They're not gonna stay out of your way.

-Oh, yes, they will.

-Now, listen, big shot.

They'll tell you what time you get up

and what time you go to bed at night.

They'll tell you what you eat,

what you can wear, what you drink.

They'll tell you

the paper you can read.

They can't do that,

it's against the law.

Yes, it's unconstitutional.

You ain't making this up?

Why don't you read the papers,

it's on the front page every day.

Every order that Berlin dishes out,

they follow through.

up to now we've had the preliminaries,

but tonight's the main bout.

We gotta find out what it is

and stop it quick.

And l need your help.

What do you say?

-Okay, count us in.

-Good. Give me that coat.

l'll help you track down

them coyotes, partner.

l tackled them in 1 91 8,

and l ain't afraid to tackle them now.

Me too. They're gonna make

a warmonger out of me yet.

The first one l tag,

l'm gonna kick him in the swastika.

-Where do we go?

-That's what l gotta find out.

Spats, you round up everybody.

Barney and Sunshine, come with me.

-l'll call you back in a few minutes.

-Be careful, son.

Where are we gonna look for these lugs?

-You said the joint was cleared out.

-That's right. The kid'll know.

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