Dead End Page #6

How you were going to build

a decent world

where people could live decent

and be decent.

But now you want them down

just so she won't see them

'cause they're not pretty

for her to see.

All it means to you now

is whether or not you get her.

Well, go on and get her.

And forget all this.

And if you can forget, it's all you

were ever good for in the first place!

Tommy.

Tommy.

It's all right.

I got to beat it soon, Drina.

I can't hang around.

- What did you do it for, Tommy?

- I didn't mean to hurt him that way.

He was twistin' my arm

and callin' the cops.

But a knife.

They'll send you to jail.

Yeah. They gotta catch me first.

- Got to run away, Drina.

- Where are you gonna run to?

I have plenty of places to hitch to.

Lots of guys do.

Don't talk so crazy.

What are you going to eat?

Where you going to sleep?

How are you going to get along?

You're just a kid.

I'll get along some way.

I don't know.

- Let me alone.

- I won't let you alone.

Did momma work her life away

just so you should be a tramp?

Is that what I've worked for

ever since I was a kid?

- That's fine.

- All right, it's fine.

What do you want me to do?

I'll go to that man

and tell him about us.

- Maybe he'll be nice and...

- You know that won't do any good.

They'll lock me up till I'm 21.

That'll be fine, too.

No. I won't let that happen.

I won't let 'em touch you.

I'm going with you.

We'll get out of here.

- We'll go someplace together.

- No, you can't do that. You're a girl.

- I gotta go soon, Drina.

- No. They don't even know your name.

You're better off here.

Somebody could see you in the street.

Listen, Tommy, I'm going with you.

We'll get along all right.

I'll get work someplace.

Maybe in the country.

You just be quiet.

I'll get some things ready.

We'll wait 'til the street's empty

and nobody'll see you.

We've had trouble before.

But it's been the two of us.

That's the way

it's always going to be.

I got nothing to stay here for now.

Nothing at all.

Drina.

Drina.

Drin...

What do you think?

Maybe.

What do you mean maybe?

I want to know.

Two apartments on the same floor.

Not so good.

But I think the back elevator's

got a private hall

leading to the Griswald place.

What about the guy in the elevator?

He won't be in the elevator.

When do you want it?

- Tonight.

- Tonight?

Okay. Give me a couple of hours.

- Big enough dough?

- Plenty.

Shut up.

I thought I told you to get out of here.

You've made trouble enough.

Now get out of here and get out quick.

Take your friend with you.

All right. That was your chance.

If you don't want it,

the cops will.

I think they're going to like

to know you're in New York.

Hot, ain't it?

Hey, you ain't seen that kid

around anyplace, have you?

Old Man Griswald's gonna have

quintuplets if he ain't found.

You'd think if they didn't have to work,

they'd sit quiet and have a nice beer.

- Look at "em.

- Yeah.

I gotta get my summer khaki out

pretty soon.

It's gettin' too hot for this.

Get back. Get back.

I'm going out.

- Who is this guy?

- I don't know.

Say, Old Lady Martin.

That's the guy. Baby Face. Sure.

No, that's not him. Can't be.

I was talking to this one

a few minutes ago.

Oh, so you were talkin'

to Baby Face Martin, were you?

A few minutes ago, huh?

Sure, we were talkin'

along just as nice as...

Well, you'd better

keep it a secret, you dope.

- Gee this guy...

- Hey, Peters is hurt bad.

I'll get an ambulance.

Get out of here. Gangway.

You'd better go up and get her.

We need her for identification.

Say, where's the guy

that did this?

- Yeah, who is he? Where'd he go?

- He's up on the roof here.

Box 5027. Mulligan.

Send an ambulance.

Make all notifications...

Baby Face Martin was just shot.

Get back!

This ain't no circus.

Come on, break this up here.

Keep this clear.

Come on, get back there!

Harry. Harry, I'm gonna

pick up this guy around the corner.

All right.

Say, that was a nice haul, kid.

Are you hurt bad?

Hey, do you know

who your friend was?

That's the famous Baby Face Martin.

You know there's a nice $4,800

in reward money up for him?

They pay you for it, huh?

Sure they pay you for it.

Come on, open it up.

Open it up. Gangway.

- What's up?

- We just got Baby Face Martin.

Hey, Doc, right here.

Oh, "we" just got

Baby Face Martin, huh?

Get up to the hospital, quick.

Hey, Doc, take a look

at him, will ya?

You're lucky.

I don't think it's bad, but go on up

to the hospital and have it cleaned.

- I'm all right.

- Well, come on.

Hey, take our hero up to the hospital

and have him fixed up right away.

Come on, kid.

And, say, have him

cleaned up nice and pretty

so he can spend the reward money.

All right, open up there.

Come on, step back, folks.

Open up.

Come on, get back there.

Open up. Come on,

step back, please.

- Open it up.

- Hey, buddy, turn around.

One side.

Come on, open up.

All right, keep it clear.

Gangway. Keep this lane open.

All right, open up.

Certainly did a good job here.

Not enough left

for a good post-mortem.

106, 35th Precinct.

You got his pedigree?

Sure, he knows all about him.

He used to talk to him, too.

Joe Martin, 31, white, U.S.

Five feet, eleven inches.

150 pounds.

Unmarried. Occupation...

All right. Dr. Flynn.

Mark him DOA.

- Right. Dead on arrival.

- Hello, Doctor.

So somebody finally got Martin.

It's about time. Gang murder?

Seems to have been

a local fight.

Yeah, local boy makes good.

- What have you got on him?

- Twelve gunshot wounds.

Five stomach, four chest,

three head.

Diamond ring.

Look at that rock.

Look out a minute.

What a pile.

You count it.

Send him down to the morgue.

I'll look him over in the morning.

And, Morgan,

you see me there, too.

Yes, sir.

Come on.

All right, bring it in.

Come on, keep this lane open.

Come on, open up there.

Hey, Mulligan, come here.

That's one of them kids,

one of the gang.

What kid?

What are you talkin' about?

- The one that stabbed Mr. Griswald.

- What? Oh, where?

- In the window there.

- Are you sure?

Certainly. I'd swear to it.

Hey, let me go!

Hey, let me alone!

Let me go, will ya?

I didn't do nothin'! Let me go!

Let me alone!

- What's this kid got to do with it?

- That's something else.

Let me go, will ya?

You're one of the gang that beat up

a boy and stabbed his father, ain't ya?

No, I ain't.

I didn't have nothin' to do with it.

It was a kid

by the name of Tommy Gordon.

Tommy Gordon? Where does he live?

Come on, where does he live?

Pick up a Tommy Gordon

for me, will ya? Number 440.

He's wanted for stabbing some guy.

I gotta wait here.

Hey, you, don't go too far away.

- Hey, Drina, where's Tommy?

- I don't know. Why?

The cops are coming.

Somebody told 'em it was Tommy.

They're coming here.

I just heard 'em.

Tommy, it's me.

Let me in.

They know your name.

They know you did it.

What? They couldn't see me

from the window.

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