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in the city jail for three days.

He told you?

Gat Morgan had a roll on him,

stickup money. You grabbed it. Right?

Yeah, I got it.

I'll give it up.

That's good.

We've been laying for you, doctor.

Now we got you.

You can go back for this.

I want you to go

to Steve Lacey's apartment tonight, now,

and accuse him of ratting on you.

What good will that do?

I want Hastings and Doc Penny.

Either he knows where they are

or he'll be hearing from them.

See what you can dig up.

Understand, I'm making no deals.

That's up to the DA,

but maybe you can ease the strain.

Depends on how good a job you do.

Bye, fellow.

Nice little pooch.

Gentlemen, that's what I call a steak.

Rare inside, burned outside.

My compliments, Mrs. Lacey.

You're a handy little gal to have around.

You take the words

right out of my mouth, Doc.

Smell that coffee, huh?

Honey, you sure got a knack.

This ain't like the slop they used

to feed us in the mess hall, huh, Steve?

You should have seen us the day

we knocked over the coffee boiler.

I suppose Steve's told you all about

his college friends and their pranks.

- I don't talk about that place.

- I don't blame you.

- Lf I had a baby doll like this...

- Shut up.

Even in the pen

they couldn't teach him manners.

Yeah, that's right.

That's why I left the joint.

Sit down, Mrs. Lacey.

Sit down. Take it easy.

- I haven't served the dessert.

- The dessert can wait.

Sit down. Let's take a look at you.

Where we come from,

we don't see gals like you.

Except on calendars, huh?

You're a lucky guy, Steve.

I suppose you still fly a plane.

Now and then.

Don't tell me

they gave you your license back.

My parole officer got it for me.

Then you've been up since you got out?

A couple of times. I test repair jobs. Why?

One by one, they yank them up.

Parole officer once a month.

The cops on his back

every time he blows his nose.

Parole. That's for suckers.

- You expecting anyone?

- No.

Get these extra plates off the table.

- She's coming with us.

- Leave her alone, Doc.

We'll be where we can hear what goes on.

If it's the cops, don't forget we got her.

Open the door.

Hello, Steve.

- What are you doing here, Hessler?

- I wanna talk to you.

- I ought to kick you down those stairs.

- Wait a minute, friend. Wait a minute.

Sims was over to see me tonight.

- He told me you ratted on me.

- That's a lie. I told him nothing.

They had you down there for three days.

What if they did? You know I'm no fink.

Now beat it

and don't come back here again.

What's the matter, Steve?

Please let me in, huh?

I don't entertain stool pigeons.

Maybe you got somebody in there

you don't want me to see.

I heard voices, men's voices.

Now, it couldn't be Doc Penny...

No, it couldn't.

I don't know anything about them

and I don't wanna know.

You better get out of here, Hessler,

before you get messed up.

Okay. Okay, Steve.

That's the way you want it,

that's the way you get it.

You're not a very convincing liar, Steve.

Follow Hessler and see where he goes.

Mrs. Lacey, why don't you get some rest?

Steve and I will do the dishes.

- That's not necessary.

- Yes, it is. Good night.

Here you are, boy. Here you are.

Now you drink this.

You need plenty of milk.

I want the police department.

Police department, information.

I want to talk to Homicide.

Homicide.

I want to speak

to Lieutenant Sims, please.

Lieutenant Sims? Just a moment.

Hastings, wait, wait. Let me tell you.

You knew me and Doc was

at Lacey's place, didn't you?

No. No.

- Did Steve tip you off?

- No.

Then you must have

figured it out for yourself.

- Cops sent you up there, didn't they?

- No.

- Didn't they?

- Yes, yes, Sims did.

But I wasn't gonna tell on you and Doc.

Do you think I'm crazy?

Honest, I wasn't.

No, please, Hastings, don't.

Listen to me.

I'll explain everything. Hastings.

No, listen, honestly.

Listen, I was going to tell Sims

that I pumped Steve

and that he wouldn't tell me anything

'cause he didn't know anything about you.

You drive, you get a 20 cut.

It's easy money, Steve.

I drove a car. For that I did an easy five.

- This is for me. I don't miss.

- You don't miss, huh?

Where've you been

for the past seven years, Doc?

Okay, so I had a wrong guy helping me.

A woman yelled and he came apart.

You won't come apart, Steve.

Now, get this,

it's the Glendale Bank of America.

- We take it Saturday at noon.

- Are you nuts?

A bank that big at noon?

That's the trick. Who'd figure it for noon?

Me, nobody else.

I've got it all worked out, every move.

They'll give.

And with you outside in that car,

that fast car, we get away clean.

- They'll comb the town, close every exit.

- All but one.

That same night you pick

a plane at the Sunland airport,

a job that'll carry five.

You know them all,

you've worked on them.

There's no night watchman there

from 12:
00 midnight till 6:00 a. m.

- Patrol car goes through there every hour.

- Okay, so we figure that.

We roll the plane out on the airstrip,

with you at the controls,

we head south, Mexico.

You're crazy.

You're all crazy.

You're right

and the rest of the world is wrong,

full of square-johns, dopes,

guys dumb enough to work for a living.

How come the smart guys are inside

and the dopes outside?

No, I'm not in it.

You're in it.

I say so. Hastings says so.

Think about that wife of yours, Steve.

You can't afford to make any mistakes.

Look, Doc...

- Who's there?

- Hastings. Open up, quick.

- Well?

- Hessler knew we were here.

He tried to phone the cops.

- So I fixed him real good.

- You what?

What would you do,

leave him there able to talk?

Anyhow, somebody outside

must have heard him holler

because, when I was about to leave,

there was a cop standing

right there at the door.

- Did he see you?

- No.

- But I had to ditch the car.

- Where?

- Near the hospital.

- Well.

Looks like you're in it, Steve,

whether you want in or not.

- That was your car.

- My car?

- Where'd you get the keys?

- Out of your coat pocket, chump.

But don't worry, I picked up another one.

It's out in the alley.

Steve. Steve.

- Hold it.

- We've got to get out of here.

- Then get out.

- We'll stay here and take our chances.

- No, you won't.

You're both coming with us.

Yes, and you better make it quick

or I'll take a curl off cutie over there.

Okay.

You win.

But she can't go as she is.

Okay, let her grab what she needs,

but speed it up.

- Keep everybody away from that car.

- Yes, sir.

As soon as they're finished in there,

tell them to dust the car for prints.

Yes, sir.

I just got a report.

A car stolen from the front

of an apartment house

two blocks from here. It may tie in.

Could be. Call Barry and tell him

to put out an APB for Steve Lacey.

Wanted for murder.

I want that guy and I want him quick.

Come on, Mark.

All units. All units.

Wanted for murder. Steve Lacey.

White, male American.

Age 32, looks younger.

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