Detective Story Page #5

Everybody except me.

Why didn't you listen to your lawyer

and keep your mouth shut?

Get up. Come on, get up,

you're all right. Now, get up.

I can't.

Better call the Lieutenant.

- What's going on?

- Inside. Broke.

- Fay, get an ambulance.

- He hit me.

- You'll be all right. Did he resist you?

- No.

No? You lunatic. Didn't I just

get through warning you to lay off?

- What happened?

- He tried to kill me.

Why should he do that?

Tami Giacoppetti, same thing.

She got him after me, too.

What? Tami Giacoppetti? Who's he?

What about him? Who's the woman?

Talk a little louder.

Just try and talk a little louder, lad.

- Who's Giacoppetti?

- Never heard of him.

Giacoppetti, I know him,

he runs a horse room in the Village.

What's the pitch here, McLeod?

He needled me, he begged for it

and I let him have it, that's all.

Don't con me, that ain't all.

Come on, let's have it.

What about this Tami Giacoppetti?

And who's the woman?

I don't know what he's talking about.

He's putting on an act, can't you see?

If he's hurt, the big brass

will be down here...

throwing questions at me,

and I'm gonna have the answers.

What plays between you two guys?

What's he got on you? What's...

Nothing!

What's his lawyer

yelling and screaming about?

Red herring.

That I'm going to find out for myself.

There's something kinky about this.

- Find Giacoppetti. Bring him in.

- Okay.

McLeod, if you're concealing something

from me, I'll have your head on a plate.

- You stand by.

- Yes, sir.

- Phil, get my wife for me, will you?

- Sure.

Yeah.

- Any idea who did it?

- Give me a cigarette, will you?

I hope you got a list of what's missing.

Yes, it would help.

Well, you get it down here right away

so we can get started on it. Yes, ma'am.

Yes, sir? What can I do for you?

Somebody picked my pocket.

Stole my wallet.

- Yeah?

- Look, they cut it right out.

I know, with a razor blade.

Did you see the man?

No. First thing I knew,

I was in a restaurant.

I ate a big meal, reached in my pocket

to pay the check...

boy, I almost dropped dead.

My best pants, too.

What's your name, please?

Gallantz, D. David.

Here, I'll give you my card.

The Lieutenant's expecting you,

Counselor, go right in.

I'm from Des Moines,

just visiting in New York.

- You ever been to Des Moines?

- No. Where are you staying here?

How dare you take the law

in your own hands?

McLeod, I'm going to press

a felonious assault here.

- So help me, I'll see you in jail.

- On which side of the bars, Counselor?

Cut it out.

Don't think you're entirely free

of blame in this.

Me?

You should have taken steps

to prevent it.

I warned you, personal motives

were involved in this case.

- What motives?

- Yes, let's get it out in the open.

- What are these motives?

- Shut up. I got the hospital.

Yes, I see.

Well, keep in touch with me.

Let me know right away.

How is he?

They don't know yet.

They're making x-rays.

I intend to carry this

to the Commissioner.

Go ahead, bring your felony charge.

It'll give me a chance

to get Schneider on the stand...

and really tear his clothes off.

And yours, too, Counselor.

- McLeod. Outside. And stick around.

- Yes, sir.

What kind of an officer is that?

Detectives are like fingerprints,

no two alike. He's got his quirks.

Quirks?

We all got them. He's a good man,

though. He ain't on the take.

I'll stand up for him on that.

Got no tin boxes.

I wasn't saying that he had.

Then what was you saying?

Maybe I fumbled it.

You'll find out

when it serves my client's interests.

Four years ago, I threw my radio

out the window. You know why?

'Cause I hate mysteries!

Lieutenant,

I'm not free to discuss it with you.

I'd love to discuss it with someone.

Who do you suggest?

- McLeod.

- Counselor...

- Or his wife.

- His wife? What do you mean by that?

- Never mind.

- Wait a minute.

You mentioned his wife.

What about her?

When it serves my client's interests,

not before.

- Well?

- I'm waiting.

For what? My badge?

- When I want it, I'll ask for it.

- You can have it now, with instructions.

Put that back.

I want to know what's with you

and Schneider. And I want the truth.

Look, Lieutenant,

I give you my word of honor, I...

That's all.

Blackburn Apartments?

I'd like to talk to Mrs. McLeod, please.

Hey, look what we found.

And by a strange coincidence,

in Charley's apartment.

Where did you get this, Charley?

- I bought it.

- Where?

Outside the Jewelry Exchange.

On the street.

- Who from?

- Some guy.

- What's his name?

- I don't know. I never saw him again.

- Or before.

- Yes.

Or at all.

The little man who wasn't there.

Hey, that looks like

some of the Gordon stuff.

What?

Sure. Lou,

take a look at this monogram. J.G.

Where did you get this, Charley?

- I ain't talking.

- Where'd you get it?

Know what this is? A persuader.

Go ahead, beat me.

Beat me unconscious. Go ahead.

You're too eager, Charley.

Some of them creeps like it, you know.

Gives them a kick.

Look at that kisser.

I'm a son of a gun, if I ain't right.

Where did you get all this, Charley?

Charley, what are you hanging

your head for?

What have you got to be ashamed of?

You wanted to be a burglar,

so be a good one.

Be proud of your chosen profession.

Hold up your head.

That's better.

You're a good thief, Charley.

You're no bum. They wear sweaters.

Now you, you got a $100 suit on you...

Wait a minute.

Take it off, you bum.

Stolen. The name is still in it,

Jerome Armstrong.

- Where did you get this, Charley?

- You mean it's stolen?

Okay, I'll tell you the whole story,

may I drop dead on this spot.

On this one? Be careful, Charley.

Honest, the truth, but don't tell Lewis,

will you? He'll kill me.

He makes out like he's a dummy.

He ain't. He's smart.

He's as smart as they come.

I've been in New York two weeks.

I came up here from Pittsburgh

two weeks ago. So help me.

I lose my valise in the station.

I meet this guy Lewis in a poolroom.

Where? What poolroom?

14th Street, corner of 7th Avenue.

Look it up, check it.

I'm telling you the truth, so help me.

So we're shooting a game of pool.

We get talking.

He says, "You got a place to stay?"

I says, "No." He says, "Share my flat."

I says, "Okay."

My suit's all dirty.

I got no clothes, he lends me this one.

Says it belongs to his brother,

who's in Florida. So help me.

Charley, I could tell you stories

would bring tears to your eyes.

Go in there and take off those pants.

What do you want me to do, go naked?

Hey, Willy, you got an old pair of pants

we can borrow for a while?

Yes, but I want them back.

You guys never give nothing back.

Bunch of crooks.

- Callahan?

- Yes, sir.

McLeod's wife's on her way down.

Keep her on tap downstairs,

till I call you.

- Right, Chief.

- And, Pat?

Yes, sir.

Hey, Charley, how long does it take you

to change your pants?

Look at this, never been used.

You wonder where they buy the stuff,

in the first place.

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