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- Don't you ever clean this place up?

- Laughing boy.

Police are still baffled at murder!

- Paper, Chief?

- No.

Thank you.

- How do you do, Miss-

- Go right in. He's been expecting you.

Yeah, but I tell you,

they're doing all they can.

No, I haven't heard anything

since the last time I talked to you.

Certainly, I'm gonna talk to Robinson.

Here he is now. Hello, Robbie.

I'll call you back later.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, don't look

so happy, Robbie.

- Anything break yet?

- You too?

- It's a bad case.

- It's not gonna get any better with everybody yapping at me.

- Look, Robbie-

- No, nothing's broken.

No leads, no clues,

no nothing.

We've got to get him.

This is not a pool-room shooting.

- It's a murder.

- Mr. Harvey, I was a rookie patrolman on this beat...

when Father Lambert

first came to town.

I wanna get that guy too!

I'm sorry, Robbie.

I should have known better.

- Forget it.

- Only, we're in trouble.

- Did you see the Record this morning?

- Yeah.

I don't like the tone of it.

They're gonna make a political issue out of this.

- They're just blowing their tops.

- Not this time.

- We're in a tough spot.

- What am I supposed to do?

Burst into tears?

I've got every available man working.

If we get him, we get him.

If we don't, we don't.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'll get back to work.

Let your friends over

at city hall worry about it.

They're the ones they're after,

not you and me.

They're already after me, Robbie,

and they're already after you.

Mr. Mayor, we are ready to give

our cooperation in any way that you can use.

I know that you and your committee

ought to be congratulated for-

Mr. Mayor,

you've got to do something.

- This can't go on.

- She's right.

That's right. Beautiful.

No clues,

for crying out loud.

- Seven people seen him, didn't they?

- Yeah, but-

Yeah, but don't tell me

there ain't something phony about this.

I know three guys in city hall-

great guys when the going's good.

Just let them

try to get my vote. That's all.

Are you going to get a shave,

or are you running for police commissioner?

It's 9:
00 and news time.

And as we do every morning, we now bring

you the voice of the Morning Record.

This morning's editorial

tells us that the police...

are still at sea

in the Lambert case.

Ten days have passed

since this brutal murder...

and still no suspect

has been found.

Just how long the citizens of this city

will stand for this state of affairs...

is a matter

of public indignation.

I see the police continue

in their grand and glorious chase.

It goes 'round and 'round

like a merry-go-round...

and gets just about as far.

It ain't funny.

These boys are civil service...

the same as you and me,

and they're not getting anyplace.

- I should think they could grab somebody.

- Where would you look?

- I don't know.

- Then shut up.

Hey, Rachel, you seen

the papers this morning?

Yeah. They picked up

a fellow on Center Street.

They don't know

who they are picking up.

The next thing you know,

they'll be picking you up.

Mrs. Jones, does your Tom

know anything about this case?

Tom says they're working

on a new angle.

Tom says they think the fellow

must have known Father Lambert pretty well.

- Go on. The police couldn't

pick up a pig in an alley.

Maybe you ladies think it's funny

to assault the police force.

But the next time you want my Tom

for anything, I'll remember this.

Great, Mac. Great. Another week of this

and we can write our own ticket.

- Dave, I might even give you a bonus.

- I doubt it.

I passed city hall

on the way over.

They're running around

like chickens with their heads cut off.

What would your boys

be doing if they were in?

Running around like chickens

with their heads cut off. Why, Mac?

I don't know. There's not much you can do

in a case like this.

- So what?

- Well, it's a little like kicking them when they're down.

What's the matter with you?

Don't you like your job?

Well, sure.

Then save your editorial

comment for the paper.

- Look, Mr. Wade-

- Take it easy, girls. Take it easy.

Let's not make

an international incident out of this.

It's the same in all these towns.

Somebody's in, somebody's out.

Let's get back to that bonus,

if you haven't forgotten about it.

Let's get back

to running a newspaper.

- I need a new lead.

- Okay, what's the angle this time?

I like that stuff of yours

about amateur politicians, Dave.

Which party

are you talking about?

- Are they still wearing stickpins?

- Hey.

Hey, Dave, when you gonna

take me out on a story with you?

- Go away. I'm busy.

- Ah.

"Police commissioner

amateur golfer too."

- Do you think he'll like that?

- He'll love it.

He'll probably come looking

for me with a golf club.

- Oh.

- Oh, what?

I don't know.

I hope you're

saving your money, Bill.

- Is that you, dear?

- Uh-huh.

- How are you, hon?

- Fine. Anything new?

Nothing special.

- What's new with the Lambert case?

- It's coming along, I guess.

- Not much breaking though.

- No, not much.

Well, of course,

with all these amateurs trying-

- Amateurs? Listen, don't you start.

- Oh.

Oh. Pretty smart,

aren't you?

I thought we weren't

taking the Record.

I read the Cook's.

- Anyway, it's on the radio.

- Yeah, I know.

They're really pouring it

on us, aren't they?

Seriously, though, Henry,

it's such a brutal thing.

Can't they find anything

at all?

No. But in a case like this,

you might get a break anytime.

- Really?

- I don't know.

- I heard a fellow say it.

- Oh.

Come on.

Let's forget it.

Come and tell me more

about your recreation center.

Well, it's really

coming along wonderfully.

Paul Harris has a land

all lined up.

It's all of a piece from

some real estate agent or other...

and I think we're even

gonna be able to put in a pool.

Well, you can't ever say again

you haven't any kids to fool with.

You'll have hundreds

hanging around-

I'm sorry, hon.

I don't know what made me

say that.

I guess I'm just-

Forgive me.

I've already forgotten it.

I didn't ask anyone.

It's the mayor, ma'am,

and some other gentlemen.

- Ask them to come in.

- Yes, ma'am. Will you come in, please?

- Come right in, Mr. Mayor.

- Hello, Madge.

- Nice to see you.

- Hello, Paul. How are you?

- Fine, thank you.

- I hope we didn't disturb you.

Not at all.

Do make yourselves at home.

Thank you.

Well, I'd hate

to be selling the Record here.

It's not funny. We're trying our best

to give the city a decent government...

and Wade is making us look

like a pack of fools.

- Isn't that right, Mac?

- You didn't expect them just to pull out, did you?

- This is politics.

- All I know is my office is full...

of committees on this

and committees on that all day.

I didn't run a real estate office like that,

and I can't run a city.

- Can I?

- What about me? You think I like a lot of reporters...

trying to grab me every time

I stick my head out of the office?

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