Bullets or Ballots Page #8
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I'll find him.
- Hear from Blake?
- No, and he's five minutes late.
I'd feel a lot better if we'd got Fenner.
- Are the men stationed?
- Yes.
Hello.
Johnny? Where are you?
112418th Street.
Did you get everyone at the garage?
Except Fenner. Couldn't find him.
Well, that's fine. Well,
don't worry about Fenner finding me.
Did you get the serial numbers?
Yes, the job's
almost washed up, Johnny.
If we grab them with money
matching those numbers, it's airtight.
They'll get it at 10 sharp.
I'm leaving here at a quarter of.
Don't make a move till I come out.
One phony sign and you'll be out of luck.
I won't.
But I'm still worried about Fenner.
Oh, forget it, Mac.
We'll be having a beer at 10:30.
Yeah.
So he says, "Don't worry,
the warden's betrayed you. "
Pardon me.
You're wanted on the telephone.
- Excuse me.
- Surely.
- Yes?
- Has Mr. Fenner been there this evening?
This is Mr. Kagel speaking.
When he comes in, will you please
tell him Mr. Blake phoned?
He wants to see him.
It's very important.
He's at 1124 East 18th Street.
Yes, I'll tell him. Thanks.
Pardon me, Mr. Fenner wants to see you.
- Where is he?
- In the office.
What's the idea,
coming in the back way?
The cops are after me.
Do you know any places
that Blake might be using for a hideout?
Yes. He's at 1124 East 18th Street.
He says he wants to see you.
Yeah, how do you know?
Well, someone
by the name of Kagel phoned.
- Why? What's happened?
- Nothing.
Blake's done what I said he'd do.
Put the crowd in a spot for McLaren.
- They're under arrest.
- He's working with the police?
Been working with them all the way,
and I'm gonna pay him off.
There's no telephone listed
at 1124 East 18th.
There's a phone there.
I've got to find the number.
There's no number listed at that address.
It must be a confidential number.
I'm sorry.
- Are you all right, Johnny?
- Yeah.
- Has Fenner been here?
- He's in there, on the floor.
Say, drive me over to Wall and 24th.
- Don't you wanna go uptown?
- No, I've got some business.
I was afraid he was gonna kill you.
- Well, how did you know about it?
- I told him where you were.
I didn't know what he was gonna do...
...till he told me you were
with the police again.
- You know that, huh?
- Oh, I feel like such a heel, Johnny.
After how I talked to you
that night in the hotel.
Well, you didn't know. Forget it.
I tried to be sore, but it seemed
so funny not seeing you around.
You're all through with that now,
aren't you, Johnny?
Yeah.
I'm so glad.
Now you can go back on the force...
...maybe in the Broadway district.
Yeah.
Here's where I get off.
Are you all right, Johnny?
Oh, sure, I'm all right.
Go back that way, Lee.
- I'll wait for you.
- You'll have to wait too long.
Thanks for the lift.
You're aces, Lee.
I'll remember that, Johnny.
- Good night.
- Good night, Johnny.
- Something's happened to him.
- We can't break it up now.
Hello, Blake.
- How are you, gentlemen?
- All right.
Ten o'clock on the dot.
You keep your appointments.
- I wanted to make my first job perfect.
- Good. You can open it, Hunter.
Did you have any trouble with Fenner?
We got along fine.
How does it feel
to be head of the organization?
I've been waiting for a night like this
for 15 years.
- You deserve it.
- Thank you.
Will you gentlemen need me any longer?
No, we'll get in touch with you
next week.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Good night.
Go ahead in, boys.
- What's that?
- Lock the door.
Hold it, Hollister.
I think McLaren can use that.
- Get that box, boys.
- Okay, cap.
- Put the bracelets on them.
- Yes, sir.
Have a look in that vault.
Johnny.
Hello, Mac.
- Did you nail them?
- Yes.
- Well, that's that.
- Who got you, Fenner?
- Yeah.
- Where is he?
He's washed up.
You check the bullets he put into me
with those...
...that killed Bryant and Kruger.
- They're all from his gun.
- You didn't miss a bet, did you?
One.
I was wrong about that glass of beer.
But we've had lots of them.
We'll be having more, Johnny.
I'm taking you to the hospital.
It won't do any good.
- Keep kicking them into line, Mac.
- I will, Johnny.
I'd like to think that when those mugs
pass a policeman...
...they'll keep on tipping their hats.
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