City Heat Page #3

You worried about business, Freddie?

What the hell, Mike,

I never could jive you, hmm?

I'm worried about her.

Last night when Dehl was dumped,

he was here, wasn't he?

Mmm-hmm.

He came here about 8:00 to see Ginny?

Mmm-hmm. Yeah. Ginny and the bookkeeper.

Thanks a lot, Freddie.

And kill those before they kill you.

(CHATTERING AND LAUGHTER)

- It's black tie, sir.

- Thank God I've got one.

MAN:
Everybody's going.

Pres, Buffy, Boo, Binky, everyone.

- WOMAN:
Well, just pull it out.

- MAN:
Yes.

I love it when you talk that way.

He'll never know the difference if I...

Mike! Finally!

(CLEARS THROAT)

- Keith, this is Michael Twitchell Murphy.

- Hi.

- Where does the "Twitchell" come from?

- The milkman.

(CAROLINE CHUCKLES)

- Mike, this is Keith Stoddard, Esq.

- Where's the "esquire" come from?

Is that Mama the heiress

or Papa the pirate?

Oh, Mike.

How'd you like to step outside, smart guy?

Oh, I don't think so.

See, I'm gonna go upstairs and try to put

a twinkle in both of Caroline's eyes.

If I'm not too tired afterwards, though,

I'll come down

and pop your face inside out.

Good night, Keith.

(SNORING)

(MUMBLING)

I don't know how you got in here, copper,

but you're not gonna get out so easy.

Well, maybe I'll use you as a shield,

blind those goons of yours

with your jammies.

What do you want?

They picked a 9mm slug out of Dehl Swift.

What's a Dehl Swift?

You won't mind

if I take this along for ballistics?

You're not gonna take this gun

without a warrant.

I wasn't planning to.

Oh, Mother! Jesus!

(SIGHS)

Just want the bullet.

I'm kind of scared, Mike.

It'll be light soon.

I'm falling in love with you, Murphy.

Real love. And it scares me.

I know what you mean.

Say that again.

Well, I should be running.

It's getting a little late, you know?

You son of a b*tch!

- You can't say it, can you?

- What?

You tried, but you couldn't,

you big palooka!

Where you going?

I pour my heart out,

and you put your pants on. You dope!

Big palooka-dope!

- Son of a b*tch!

- (DOOR CLOSING)

Morning, angel.

- This just came.

- Hmm?

- It's addressed to Dehl.

- In his own handwriting.

Oh, yeah?

"Majestic Pawnshop."

- MAN:
This is it, boss.

- PITT:
I see that.

So after you go to the beauty shop,

you could pick up my laundry?

Ah...

Primo Pitt. Somebody kicked over

the rock you live under

and you had to crawl out

into the sunshine.

(LAUGHING)

Scram.

(DOOR CLOSING)

- Your partner crossed me.

- Really? That's a shame.

His squeeze or you

has got something I want.

What could that be? I know.

The address of a good plastic surgeon.

(LAUGHING)

He's a funny man.

Don't matter who's got it.

You're gonna hand it over.

- Why would I do that?

- Because I got something you want.

The only thing I want

is to see your ass walk out of here.

(PHONE RINGING)

Phone's ringing.

- Yeah?

- Mike?

I've been kidnapped.

Where are you?

This is ridiculous! What's going on?

- You okay?

- Hell, no!

My hair's a mess.

I broke two of my fingernails.

I don't have my makeup.

And I'm stuck here with these

two ugly, smelly garbage cans!

- Caroline.

- (DIAL TONE)

Caroline!

You son of a b*tch.

All right.

I'll give you whatever you want.

Let her go.

She walks when I hold the goods.

Come on.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(COUGHING)

- Did you tab that .45 yet?

- Mmm-hmm.

- How about the 9mm?

- Mmm-hmm.

They match?

Mmm-hmm.

Good.

Mmm-hmm.

- Croix de Guerre. French medal of honor.

- Hmm.

When Dehl was good,

he was very, very good.

Pretty fancy for the bottom

of a Cracker Jack box.

I didn't hear you knock.

What a relief. I thought I was going deaf.

What do you want, Speer?

We ID'd the .45 and the 9mm.

Dub Slack and Primo Pitt.

- Is it enough to nail them?

- Not with their alibi.

We need an eyewitness.

That's why you will tell me

when you find Ginny Lee, right?

What makes you think I'm after Ginny Lee?

Questions you're asking.

The places you're asking them.

Always pushing

people around, aren't you, Speer?

Always on the prod.

That's how you do the job, remember?

You're damn right I remember.

Okay, guys. No clinches, no rabbit punches

and please, no hitting below the belt.

Now shake hands, and at the sound

of the bell, come out slugging.

Anything to drink around here?

We're out of tea. There's some

furniture polish under the sink.

I'll get it.

Why do you both go at each other so hard?

Do you enjoy it?

- (PHONE RINGING)

- Yeah.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

- One more time and I hang up.

- GINNY:
Mike?

- Who is this?

- It's me, Ginny Lee.

You all right, kid? Where are you?

Mike, I got trouble. Can you meet me?

- Where?

- The park. You know, the pavilion?

When?

When?

Sick friend.

Mike had to take off.

Oh?

- He's good at that.

- Yeah.

- Care for a drink?

- Sure, why not?

(CUP SHATTERS)

Thanks, Lieutenant.

(COUGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

- Really is furniture polish.

- Yeah.

Shocking what Prohibition

forces people to drink.

So we're back to "Lieutenant"?

- (SIGHS) It's what you are, right?

- Yeah.

First, last, always,

seven days a week, 24 hours a day.

Look, I'm sorry about the other night.

That wasn't too good.

Ah, forget about it.

I better go.

- What?

- I've gotta go.

- Someday I'll figure it out.

- What?

Mike's not the only one around here

who's good at taking off.

Caroline Howley, the society twist.

Pitt took a hell of a chance

kidnapping Randolph Howley's daughter.

He must expect big things from Mr. Murphy.

Like the bookkeeper's merchandise?

It's time we had another meet

with Mr. Murphy.

Come back for me in five minutes.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

- (WHISTLES)

- Hike!

Hmm, fancy seeing you here.

Well, it's a small world after all.

Hike!

Just leave me alone.

You really should be nice to me.

You belong in the back, you know.

MIKE:
Hey.

Why don't you get

the hell out of here, huh?

- Now.

- Why weren't you in that last scrimmage?

I waited in the park for two hours, kid.

I'm sorry, Mike.

I had to be sure.

Are you sure?

I don't know.

(WEEPING) I don't know anything anymore.

They killed Dehl.

I know.

You're a witness.

They're gonna try to kill you too.

Sweet Jesus! What am I supposed to do?

- You can call Speer.

- Oh, God. Mike, I can't do that.

I know he's a bastard, but he's straight.

He's good at his job, too.

He'll keep you safe.

You can put Pitt at the scene of a murder.

Don't you understand?

WOMAN:
Shh!

- He'll kill me if I go to Speer.

- He'll kill you if you...

WOMAN:
Shh!

He'll kill you if you don't.

Either way, Ginny Lee loses.

Where are the bookkeeper's goods?

Where is it?

- I don't know.

- Pitt says you do.

I don't. I swear I don't.

Dehl made...

He made some kind of a switch.

Yeah, he was good at that.

Always chasing rainbows.

Ginny, did you ever see this key before?

No.

Damn.

Did he say anything new?

Talk about anything different?

Uh...

He was talking about getting into shape.

He said he was playing handball.

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