Angels With Dirty Faces Page #8

buy him off?

- I told you you were wasting your time.

- We ain't wasting any more time.

That was that guy's last chance.

We're gonna take care of him tonight.

You're talking through your hat.

You can't bump off a priest.

Forget it.

I'll forget it. Tomorrow morning,

when he's floating down the river.

Now, get this straight, Sullivan.

Even if he is an old pal of yours,

I'm still running the works.

I'm not taking orders from you

all of a sudden.

He's not gonna appear

at no grand jury tomorrow.

Shooting off his mouth...

I say he gets it tonight.

- Not if I'm around.

- Now, wait a minute, gentlemen.

There's no sense in running

too far ahead of ourselves.

Don't forget, there are all kinds

of grand juries...

...and there's all kinds of ways

of handling them.

That's what you got me for.

- Lf you can do a thing legally, why take a...?

- Sure, only I want action.

I don't care how we stop that guy,

I only want him stopped.

All right, then leave it to me.

You know, Rocky...

...this is no penny-ante reform wave

this priest is starting.

This is a tidal wave,

and unless we stop it quick...

...we're gonna find ourselves in the pen.

Look, Frazier, nobody knows better than me

that we're in a spot. I know that.

And, Mac, as far as I'm concerned,

you can settle it any way you like.

But lay off the rough stuff, you see?

That's out.

I'll see you later.

Don't worry, Mac. I've got an idea

how we can stymie that grand jury.

That preacher won't get to first base.

I hope you were stalling.

I meant what I said.

This is the way I figure it.

- Connolly is Rocky's pal, and he's a priest.

- So what?

Where would be the logical place

for Rocky to keep those accounts?

With a priest, to make them public

if anything happens to Rocky.

That ain't news to me.

I knew that.

- That's why he can be a wise guy.

- All right.

If we're gonna get that preacher tonight,

why not get those accounts too?

Yeah.

Only this time, no drugstore mistakes.

I'm taking care of this job myself.

Get Blackie up here right away.

Now listen, Mac. I don't care how

you handle Sullivan.

It's got to look like an accident

with the priest.

Leave that to me.

Rocky! Don't! Don't!

- I'll do anything.

- Oh, no, you won't.

You've had your last chance.

Take this with you.

I never let go of those papers.

All you had to do was bump me off.

- It's locked.

- Come on, stand back. Shoot it off.

Gunfight at the El Toro.

Is Father Connolly still there?

I must talk to him. It's urgent.

- Well?

- Rocky Sullivan, captain.

He got Frazier and Keefer. They've chased

him up on the roof of the El Toro.

MacMahon, throw a cordon

around the block.

Come on, you men, with me.

Here's the microphone, captain.

O'Flannigan, hook up those searchlights

and play them on the building.

Galavan, cover the warehouse skylights.

There he is!

Sullivan, are you coming out,

or must we smoke you out?

All right, give him the tear gas.

Please.

Captain.

I'm Father Connolly,

an old friend of Rocky's.

He'll come out for me.

He'll listen to me.

This is a job for the police, Father.

He'll need a priest later.

- You wanna kill him, or you want him alive?

- What do you mean by that?

He'll listen to me, I'm sure.

Won't you let me talk to him?

- Go ahead.

- Thank you.

Rocky! Rocky, this is Jerry.

Please come out.

Tell him we'll get him, if we have to

blow up the whole block.

Rocky, you've got to come out!

I'm coming up.

Officers, hold your fire.

Rocky?

- Rocky.

- What are you doing up here? Beat it!

I'm coming in, Rocky.

You wanna get your skull full of lead?

Get out of here!

You're smarter than to stick your kisser

in this place.

I couldn't watch them shoot you down,

Rocky.

They've got you covered from every angle.

Your only chance is to give yourself up.

You're through, Rocky. You're finished.

Yeah, I was until you stepped into it.

Father Connolly, are you all right?

Go on.

Get over there and tell them

to call off their dogs.

I'm going down with you.

Sure, you are.

Call off your men, all of them!

Sullivan's coming out with me.

Hold your fire, men, but stand by.

Let's go.

Come on, get them up, Jerry.

Sorry it has to be you, kid,

but get going.

Get away, or I'll let him have it!

Get away!

Back around.

Come on.

Get them up high. High!

Get back, all of you.

I'll give it to him right in the head!

Back!

Duck, Jerry!

Got him in the leg.

Empty.

So is your thick skull, copper.

Extra! Identify killer!

Papers! Get your papers! Extra!

Extra! Get your papers!

Identify killer!

Gee, that's tough.

Boy, I'd like to get my hands

on those squealers.

"Special prosecutor for trial of Rocky today.

State builds strong case."

That dope of a governor's so scared

of Rocky, he's appointing a special shyster.

"Rocky guilty. To die."

Gee, you think they'll burn him

in the chair?

No, they can't build no death house

that'll hold Rocky.

- You mean he'll blow it?

- Just wait, that's all. Just wait.

He'll show those mugs how to die

in a big way.

Sure, he will. They'll never make him crack.

- There's nothing yellow about Rocky.

- You bet.

Remember what he said at the trial?

He said he'd spit in their eye.

He'll do it too. He'll laugh at them.

Sure. Sure, he'll show those phonies up.

Sullivan.

Rocky, Father Connolly has received

permission to be with you.

He just arrived. You'll see him, won't you?

Yeah, sure, send him in.

But tell him none of that incense

and holy-water stuff, will you?

Whatever you say, Rocky.

Did you enjoy your dinner, Mr. Sullivan?

Yeah, it was good,

only the meat was burnt.

And I don't like burnt meat,

do you?

Listen, big shot, you got only

Don't try stalling around

with that priest pal of yours.

Ten minutes till that hot seat.

I'm gonna tell the electrician

to give it to you slow and easy, wise guy.

Somebody get him out of here,

will you!

- Come on! Take him out of there!

- Get him out of there!

Let him alone, Herbert.

Quiet.

Quiet, now! Quiet.

- How are you?

- How much time?

About 10 minutes.

Hi, Jerry. What do you hear?

What do you say?

- Hello, Rocky. How do you feel?

- Like a million.

- How's Soapy and the kids?

- Pulling for you all the way...

...as long as there's

the slightest hope from the governor.

- They'll be easier to handle without me.

- That's up to you, Rocky.

We haven't got a lot of time.

I want to ask one last favor.

- There's not much left that I can do, kid.

- Yes, there is, Rocky.

Perhaps more than you could do

under any other circumstances.

If you have the courage for it,

and I know you have.

Walking in there?

That's not gonna take much.

- I know that, Rocky.

- It's like a barber chair.

They're gonna ask, "Anything to say?"

I'll say, "Sure, give me a haircut, a shave

and one of those new electric massages."

- But you're not afraid, Rocky?

- No. They'd like me to be.

But I'm afraid I can't oblige them, kid.

You know, Jerry, I think to be afraid,

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