City Streets Page #2

Listen Blackie...

You know The Big Fella wouldn't try

to put the fix on you through ME!

No?

-No!

Not him, nor nobody else.

They know what I think of you.

Alright.

-Thanks.

Everything OK?

I guess so.

-No hard feelings!

What's the idea!

Let go of my hand!

In the river.

Hey, you!

What do you know

about this murder?

What murder?

Why, a fellow got bumped off

back there...

And the guy passed his gun

to a girl.

Oh! I saw a girl

running down the street.

Oh, you did?

Which way did she go?

She went down that street.

Thanks.

-You're welcome!

Why, Blackie and me was pals.

I'd like to get the guy

who did it, myself.

You ain't figurin' on suicide,

are you?

Lay off! Pop and Blackie

was just like that!

Yeah....

Just like that,

when you give it to 'im.

Me?

Why he went out

before I got here.

I just been sittin' here,

playin' checkers with Aggie...

..and smokin'.

That's right.

-Yeah?

For how long?

Half an hour.

Why don't you get wise, sister?

We're your friends.

Everybody knows

YOU didn't kill him.

So why not spill who did?

The Inspector would still

give you a break.

We're just tryin' to give you

the right steer.

Well...

How about it?

Decided to come through

with who gave you that gun?

No?

OK... possession of the gun makes you

an accessory-after-the-fact, anyway.

Listen, sweetheart...

why get left with an empty sack.

Why take the rap for Cooley?

You want to do a couple of years

up the river for him?

He'd turn YOU in.

It WAS Cooley, wasn't it?

I told you Pop isn't in this.

Well...

Maybe not.

Bring Cooley in.

Well, Cooley, I guess this is once

you'll come clear.

She says you're out of it,

so I'm lettin' you go.

But I'm holding her, unless she'll spill

who gave her that gun.

Don't hold out

on the Inspector, Babe.

I'll leave you two alone.

Maybe you can make her see

what's good for her.

Sure... she'll listen to Pop...

Won't you, Babe?

Listen, Pop...

The Inspector's right, Babe...

Think it over.

You should tell him all you know

about this.

Never hold anything out

on the Inspector, Babe.

Probably a plant... dictograph.

Safer to talk this way.

Play ball with them, babe...

they'll let you take a plea.

Sit tight... keep your trap shut.

I'll get you out of this.

The Mob'll stick by you.

Pop... I was to meet The Kid at 12 o'clock...

You go to him... tell him.

So you won't even answer me, eh?

You'll never do a day's time.

Trust Pop. You play ball

and The Mob won't let you down.

Gee Pop... supposing they do

send me up?

I won't see The Kid maybe

for an awful long time.

Forget it!

Don't squawk!

Nobody in the beer racket

ever welshed out on a pal, yet.

What are you doin' travellin' around

with that West Side Mob, anyhow?

Pop, he might get troubled

bein' in a spot like this.

Tell him I love him, Pop.

No matter what happens...

...be sure and tell him.

I love him.

Sure, but don't you spill nothin'

to that cop...

I don't care what he promises.

Keep your shirt on!

I won't.

Well, how about it?

Just drool.

...open now Babe...

tell the Inspector...

Nice view you've got from here,

Inspector.

Glad you like it.

You'll probably see it

plenty more times.

Why, you act as if I wasn't trying

to do you a favour.

Could I help it

if she won't talk?

You know how kids are nowadays...

The ain't got no respect for parents

or the law or anything else.

Alright... clear outta here!

But don't kid yourself

I want to let you go.

There's a shyster with a writ for you

downstairs, so I've GOT to do it.

The law don't look so good when

it works both ways, eh Inspector?

Goodbye, Pop.

Goodbye, Babe.

See you soon.

Maybe not so soon

as you think!

What are you worried about

the time for, sweetheart?

Where you're going, you'll have

plenty to spare.

Hello, Kid.

Still open?

Where's Nan?

-I don't know.

Try one, Mac.

Get that cigarette over there.

Say, they tell me you shoot pretty good...

is that right?

I shoot some.

Well, go ahead ans show us

what you can do.

Oh boy!

What's funny?

That you couldn't even hit it.

I can hit you.

Your initial?

Hey, gimme that!

Right over the bump!

Say, you!..

Say, listen, Kid...

Why don't you get out

of this dime-a-throw racket?

I can use a guy

that can shoot like you.

Beer?

-Yeah!

Nope.

-Why?

A man tried to sell me

that number, too...

But it was no sale.

I'd just as soon be a cop, as that.

Oh, you would.

What would you do if I told you

the cops framed Nan?

What do you mean?

They got her down at Headquarters.

What for?

-Nothin'!

A guy gets bumped off...

and they plant the gun on her.

The police did?

-Yeah.

That's cops for you.

But let's go up there...

I got to see her!

Not a chance...

They wouldn't let you see her.

Besides, she wants you

to keep out of this.

But somebody's got to do somethin'!

Get her out.

-Not so easy.

Takes money.

Lots of it.

Big lawyers and expenses.

Have you got any?

Me?

No?

Well, I'm willin' to do all I can,

but it ain't enough.

Don't you want to help?

Yeah, but...

I haven't got any money.

Now, listen...

Why not play along with me?

You can make a lot of dough

in the beer business.

We can work together

to get Nan out, see.

Well, what'll I have to do?

Just pack around with me... I'll show you.

Here... take this,

and keep it on you.

What are you afraid of?

You won't have to shoot anybody!

Don't you want to help Nan?

Yeah...

But...

Alright.

`Good boy! Nan 'll be tickled to death!

When they open those gates

and let me out...

Johnnie's gonna be sitting there,

waiting for me.

He promised.

-Yeah!

Pop promised I wouldn't do

a day in stir!

I'm doin' it, ain't I?

Oh, well... you got a dirty deal.

Johnnie 'd never pull a thing like that.

Look up and see me laughin'

when you don't find him there.

And if I wave my handkerchief,

you're wrong.

I won't be.

They ALL leave you holding the bag.

Oh, I know the line they gave...

"Play ball with us Babe,

and The Mob will stick by you."

They never welsh out on you

in the beer racket.

I know, believe me!

They can all kiss my foot,

when I get out.

Well, I'd rather have a guy

in the beer racket...

...than a circus act.

-That's what I thought.

I thought The Mob stuck by you

if you didn't squawk.

Now I'm glad The Kid

AIN'T mixed up with them.

Mugs like that.

What's that?

-I don't see anything.

What's that car doin' there?

Hijackers!

I better stop

before they give it to us.

No... turn your lights off...

Keep rolling.

Step on it!

Keep on rollin'!

I've come for Esther March.

Alright.

A party for Esther March!

Well, goodbye!

She's wavin'!

Johnnie alright.

Long may she wave.

Johnnie! What's the matter?

Talk to me... Johnnie!

I thought there was something

funny about it.

Poor Johnnie!

That's bein' 'Johnnie-on-the-spot' alright!

They all get it,

sooner or later.

Your lucky your boyfriend isn't

mixed up in the booze racket.

Don't I know it!

It's no use the rest of you people waiting...

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