Angels With Dirty Faces Page #4

According to the rules, fellas. Got me?

We'll beat them!

Thirty-two to 8. Boy, what a slaughter.

What do you mean, 32 to 8?

It was a close game.

- Yeah! You just won by a nose.

- All you guys, shower down.

Right there. All those nickels. You. You.

You. And you. Right there.

Put them in there.

- Somebody stole it.

- They played rough.

Where's my nickel?

- Who put those slugs in there?

- Not me.

- Kid, come on.

- Think I'd gyp you?

Rocky, you give us some practice tomorrow,

and we'll mop up these mugs.

I don't know nothing about that.

Better ask Father.

- Will you give us another chance tomorrow?

- Father! Come on!

- Give us some practice.

- Be a sport.

Well, I'll tell you...

...promise no fouls. Meet me here,

and I'll try to arrange a game.

- Can you get smaller kids?

- Yeah.

Oh, boy!

- You didn't know it was there, did you?

- No.

Just in time. Thanks.

Say...

...you going home?

- Yes.

I'll wait for you.

Hey, Rock...

...you wanna watch out. She's a jinx.

She put her last guy 6 foot under.

Anybody ask you?

I didn't say a word.

- Who's carrying your books for you now?

- Nobody.

I heard somewhere about you being

mixed up with a guy. Who was that?

There was only one: My husband.

- Took care of him?

- Yeah, about four years ago.

What happened?

What usually happens when a boy

gets mixed up...

...with a bunch of would-be

tough guys.

He was a swell kid

when we first got married.

But he tried to give me a lot more

than he could get driving a cab.

Partly my fault. I didn't stop him.

Well, he got in deeper and deeper.

One night, he tried to shoot it out

with the cops.

That's what always happens, isn't it?

Maybe with guys who don't know

their business.

Hey, look, I think I got something

in my eye. Can you see anything?

- No.

- Got a handkerchief?

Yeah, sure.

No, no. It's all right.

What's the difference?

I've seen everything.

You know, you were right the other day.

This neighborhood don't change much.

Know that?

There's too much traffic.

We gotta wait for a better opening.

Now, trail him slow. We'll get him.

Well, here we are.

Here we go.

Honey, make out this is where you

live. Say good night, and go inside.

- What's wrong?

- Stop asking questions. Go on in.

Sure. Good night, Rocky,

and thanks for bringing me home.

- Good night.

- Rocky, please be careful.

He just went in the drugstore.

Can I help you, sir?

I don't think so.

Cherry Coke.

You go in and keep the place cleared out.

I don't like the setup.

We gotta figure out something.

The guy's heel is in too good a spot.

We go in the front, he swings around

and starts popping. It's no good.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

We get him in the phone booth

where he can't move.

Hop in the delicatessen.

Ring the drugstore and ask for Sullivan.

Leave the receiver off the hook.

If he falls for it, we're set.

Okay.

Got a phone?

- How about my prescription?

- When'd you leave it?

- Yesterday.

- The name?

- Peterson.

- Excuse me. I'll see.

Hello. Nadler Drugstore.

Who?

Just a minute.

You Rocky Sullivan?

- Yeah.

- You're wanted on the telephone.

Hello.

Rocky Sullivan speaking.

Hold the line.

He fell for it. Ed, hop in the car

and keep close. Let's go.

Get in that backroom. Keep your mouth

shut and your eyes closed.

- Go on. Get going.

- I'll have it in just a minute.

Give me that canister.

Now back up.

Come on. Faster.

Now get in there, and get in deep.

Answer that phone.

Right over there, officer!

- What do you know?

- Never saw him before.

He asked for a prescription.

Said he left it yesterday.

I couldn't remember.

He said his name was Peterson.

Clean it out! Clear out!

Come on. Hurry it up.

Hey, can you see him?

There must be 100 holes in him.

Who do you think done it, Soapy?

- On your way! Beat it! Clear out of here!

- Who do you think you're pushing?

Hello, Frazier.

This is Bugs.

Everything's fixed. We got him.

That's good.

All right, drop out of sight

for a couple of days.

- Rocky.

- Yeah. Rocky.

I ain't dead yet. Give me those keys.

Get going.

Open it up.

I didn't have anything to do with it,

Rocky, I swear.

I ought to give it to you in the head,

but you owe me 100 grand.

It's yours, but I've only got about

Shut up and get it open.

Get away from there.

Saving these too?

You're a smart lawyer, Frazier.

A little too smart for your own good.

- Two grand.

- Yeah, that's all.

- There's some securities and some bonds.

- Get out of here. Sit down.

There. Fourth Street National, 280,000.

Farmers and Merchants, 160,000.

Industrial Trust, 65,000.

You done all right, Frazier.

I'm mighty proud.

- Why shouldn't I? We're partners, ain't we?

- Of course, Rocky. Of course.

Just like we said three years ago.

- Let's see...

- That's nothing.

Sit down and relax.

We're collecting autographs?

Some pretty important...

Some very important people.

Some officials here might be

interesting to know about.

Paid off just about everybody in town.

Made them sign too.

That's the way you held the club over

them? I'm gonna take this and study up.

- One partner should know about the other.

- Of course.

- What's Keefer's number?

- Circle-0500.

- His private number.

- That's it.

Dial.

Now, look. You're gonna get on there

and tell Keefer I'm coming in the morning.

And he's to get me that 100 grand,

you get it?

And no wrong cracks, or I'll cut you

off short. Got that too? Come on.

Hello, Mac? This is Rocky.

Yeah. Surprise, surprise.

No, I ain't down at the morgue.

It's one of your own boys. Look,

Frazier wants to talk to you. Go ahead.

Hello, Mac? Rocky will be up

at the El Toro in the morning.

to get to the bank.

to get to the bank.

Take $ 100,000 out of my personal

account and give it to him.

What's up? Is he holding you?

- Tell him yes.

- Yes.

You've got to do it, Mac.

You understand?

Okay. I'll give it to him.

- No slip-ups. It's very important to you.

- And no slip-ups. It's very important to me.

Okay, okay. I said I'd give it to him.

Come on.

Mac, I get you out of bed?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I think he's sore.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Nice day for murder.

- Where's Frazier?

- Where's that 100 grand?

- Think we're gonna pay off?

- Certainly.

If I don't get it in three minutes,

Frazier will be splashed all over my hideout.

- You don't expect to get away with this?

- Why not?

I guess we can make you talk.

All right. Suppose you don't make me talk.

I give you a wrong number.

Another wrong number.

Meanwhile, Frazier's watching the clock,

waiting for the phone to ring.

How much you like Frazier?

- Give him the dough.

- Well, look...

Give him the dough.

Look...

...suppose you don't produce Frazier.

What do I want with him?

A hundred grand.

Give me a phone with an outside line.

Hello.

Poleano Vegetable Market.

Hello. Yeah, this is Rocky.

Look, when I walk past your window,

call that number I gave you.

But don't call if you see me

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