Angels With Dirty Faces Page #5

smoking a cigarette.

That means I'm being followed.

Hello. Hello.

What you talk? You crazy?

Yeah. Yeah, I got it.

Yeah. All right.

See, when I walk past that window...

...Frazier will be sprung.

Unless I'm followed.

Okay. Beat it and let him go.

We'll get him as soon as we see Frazier.

I got a better idea.

Get me the police station.

Hello.

It's Mac Keefer. Let me talk to Buckley.

Hello, Buck? Mac.

Yeah.

Listen, I'm gonna do something for you.

I'm gonna give you a hot tip.

Last night, Rocky Sullivan

snatched Frazier.

I just paid off 100 grand to him.

What are you doing, kidding me?

Yeah. Yeah, I get you.

Thanks for the tip.

Okay.

What you doing? I don't get you.

What's the idea of bringing

the cops in?

Because I'm not a mug.

I'm smart, see.

Sure, you'd like rough stuff.

Why, when you can do it nice and legal?

No trouble, no fuss.

And the top boys will like it. Why don't

you guys use your brains like I do?

- Soapy, my room.

- Be right up.

- Where's Rocky Sullivan's room?

- Upstairs.

Get out of here and stash that someplace

where it'll be safe. Don't open it.

Okay, Rocky.

This is it.

Come on, Sullivan. Open up.

Come in. It's open.

- How are you, Rocky?

- Hello.

Why all the artillery?

Reading your life story.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

You forgot the garbage can.

What did you do with it?

- Tell me what you're looking for.

- The dough.

- What dough?

- Get your coat on.

Speed it up, Rocky. You're not so funny.

It's killing me.

Quiet! Quiet!

- What the cops jug him for?

- He didn't have time to tell me nothing.

He gives me this and tells me to hide it.

- What do you think's in it?

- How should I know?

- Something valuable.

- Let's open it and see.

- Wanna lose your hand?

- What's the idea?

- Rocky said not to open it. See?

- All right. All right. I was just asking.

How'd you get away with it?

You should've seen them cops pass me

on the stairs. They don't know nothing.

And me with this in me shirt.

You're all wrong, boys.

There was no snatch.

- We was on a business trip, that's all.

- Come on, Rocky. Just spill.

- We've got all the dope anyway.

- Let me call my lawyer.

Oh, sure.

- Yeah. Who is your lawyer, Rocky?

- Frazier.

Hello, Jim.

- Hello.

- Don't know how you feel. You look terrible.

It wasn't any picnic down in the cellar,

with a lot of rats and dirt.

Maybe you'll leave the rough stuff to me.

Well, is it my fault if those apes of yours

can't get the right man?

- Did you put anybody after Sullivan?

- No.

- That's good.

- You did that once too often.

- I'm letting the coppers take care of him.

- You what?

I tipped them off that he snatched you.

I just got word they picked him up.

- That's what you shouldn't have done.

- It's already done.

You don't understand.

Sullivan got me at my home.

He's got everything in my safe:

Account books, receipts, names,

addresses, everything.

If he's prosecuted for this kidnapping,

he'll talk. He's got evidence to back it up.

He'll tear this whole town wide open.

- We gotta pull him out of there.

- Lf anybody pulled a boner, you did.

- Get me Buckley.

- Let me talk to him.

Hello. Hello?

Buckley? This is Mac.

Listen, you'll have to spring Sullivan.

Yes, I just learned it's all been

a little mistake.

Little mistake, what do you mean?

A mistake in a pig's eye!

You can't pull a thing like this on me.

- See you soon, Rocky.

- Not if I can help it.

Drive west.

Extra! Extra! Read all about it!

Lawyer kidnapped!

Extra! Extra! Lawyer kidnapped!

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir. Extra!

"Two-gun Rocky Sullivan,

well-known gangster...

...perpetrated the snatch

and received the money.

Sullivan evidently returned

directly to his boyhood haunt...

...following his release and was

here a few days...

...before he kidnapped James Frazier,

the prominent attorney and playboy.

Ransom asked was 100,000 smackers."

- Boy, you don't find that in poor boxes.

- Yeah. Leave it to Rocky.

- I'll bet that dough's in the envelope.

- Maybe it is. So what?

So the kid has an idea.

And if Rocky does go up,

it all belongs to us.

That envelope goes to Rocky, see?

Even if it gotta wait 20 years.

You won't have to wait that long.

- Rocky!

- Hey, Rocky!

Glad to see you.

We was just talking about you.

- Did you break out?

- No. I walked out.

- It said in the papers...

- Never believe them.

First you're in, and then you're out.

Boy, they certainly can't hold you, Rocky.

- Come on. Where's that envelope?

- I got it. I got it.

All right, let's have it!

Wait a minute, Rocky.

I'll get it for you.

Here you are, Rocky.

Just like you give it to me.

Hey, that's the 100 grand

the paper said you got, ain't it?

Asking questions again, huh?

Listen, someday you're gonna stick your

nose, and you're gonna get something in it.

- I only thought it was...

- Shut up!

Now, look, you don't know anything

about this, see?

No. No. No, I don't know nothing.

- But you do know what guys get who talk.

- Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Now, look...

...that goes for the rest of you.

You understand?

- Certainly.

- Sure!

- Now we're pals.

- Put her there, Rocky!

All right, Soapy.

Here you are.

Cut that up any way you like.

- It's okay. I just saw it made.

- Thanks, Rocky.

Yeah, don't have to worry about the guys.

We once had a squealer in the gang,

but now he ain't got no teeth.

- I'll see you in a couple days.

- Hey, Rock!

- So long, Rocky!

- Bye, Rock!

Hey, Rocky!

- Have a good time!

- Come on, guys!

- You ought to join the circus.

- Yeah!

Here's your cut.

- Come on. Give me some of that.

- Fifty bucks!

"Fifty bucks!"

- Yeah! And the same for the rest of you too.

- Oh, boy, 50 simoleon.

My old man never made that much in his life

working for the Department of Sanitation.

- Hey, how much you got there, Soapy?

- About 100.

A hundred? How come?

It's twice as much as I got.

- You wanna make something out of it?

- No. No.

- He deserves it. Why you starting trouble?

- You pull in your ears.

What are we gonna do with it?

It's burning a hole through my hands.

I'm gonna get me a pair

of chromium-plated brass knuckles.

- Come on!

- Let's go!

- Can I come in, Rocky?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Wait a minute, Jerry.

Just a second! I wanna dry me hands.

- Hello, Jerry.

- Hello, Rocky.

- What do you hear? What do you say?

- What do you say?

You know, you gave me a terrific scare.

Before I finished reading about your arrest,

they said you were out.

Nothing to it. You know how it is

with a guy with a record.

Haul him in because you have

nothing else to do.

- They didn't keep you very long.

- What are you worrying about?

- Plenty.

- What's up?

The boys had a return game today,

and they haven't shown up.

I can't locate them.

- Thought you might know where they were.

- How would I? Am I a nursemaid?

No, Rocky. I didn't mean that.

Thought they might be up here

celebrating your release.

With them, it's kind of a hero worship.

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