Dick Tracy Page #2

Mike, you got any ice cream--|Hey, hey, hey!

- Let go!|- Hey, where you goin'?

- What are you doin'?|- You ain't stickin' me in no orphanage.|I been there.

Hey, hey, come on.|Sit down, sit down.

I'm very sorry, pal.|It's the law. Sit down.

Look, kid, if you don't have|a home with a mother and a father,|you go to the orphanage. It's the law.

-Hey, Mike, you got any ice cream?|-Calling Dick Tracy. Calling Dick Tracy.

Bring the kid some ice cream.|Come in, Sam.

Southside Warehouse on the river, Tracy.|Somethin's goin' on.

- You'd better get down there.|- I'm on my way.

Hey, Tracy,|what about the eating machine?

Huh? Oh.|Can you watch him or somethin'?

Watch him do what?

Uh, well, uh--

Uh, just take him to my place.|I'll tell Pat to call the orphanage.

- You two married?|- No. Would you like a broken arm?

- I don't like dames.|- Good. Me neither.

- Walnuts.|- Walnuts?

Tracy, there is a widow to whom a few|words need to be said in bereavement.

Pat, bring in Flattop and ltchy.|Sam, get these fingerprinted.

- Flattop and ltchy? For what?|- I wanna find Lips Manlis fast.

- With a handful of walnuts?|- Yeah, with a handful of walnuts?

Walnuts?

- All right, all right, all right.|- Hello, gentlemen.

- Where's Lips Manlis?|- Who's Lips Manlis?

Yeah, who's Lips Manlis? We get to make|one phone call. That's the law.

- Yeah?|- Yeah. Gimme the phone.

There's the phone.|Be my guest.

Make a note, Pat.|They waived their right to a phone call.

- Right, Tracy.|- Hey, copper.

Maybe you oughta look|before you leap, huh? We got rights.

Take the bad men away.|They scare me.

- Up, up. Outta here.|- Yeah? Well, we got rights too,|you know.

- Take your story walkin' with ya.|- See ya around, Tracy, huh?

- Come on.|- All right, all right.

- Eh, get your mitts off me.|- You can't do this, Tracy.

- The D.A.'ll say|you're badgering witnesses.|- Get me Mumbles.

- Tracy'll get you a drink.|- I tell you, I don't know.

I don't know.|You have no right to do that.

- Hello, Mumbles.|- What right have they|to talk to me that way?

- What's the matter with you?|- Where's Lips Manlis?

- I don't have to tell you anything!|- Where's Lips Manlis?

Got my diamonds

- Got my yacht|- Yacht!

Got a guy I adore

A guy I adore!|Let's hear it! Let's hear it!

- I'm so happy with what I got|- You're on. Life, life, life. Let's go.

- Stretch it! Stretch it!|- I want more

More! I want more!

- Count your blessings|- Count your blessings.

One, two, three

- I just hate keeping score|- I hate it!

I hate keepin' score.|Let's show it! Move it!

- Any number is fine with me|- Touch it! Touch it!|I want it! Touch it!

- Grab it! More!|- As long as it's mine

More! Let's go!

- Come on! More!|- More, more

More! Good!

If you got a little|why not a lot

Add a bit and it'll|get to be an oodle

- Every jot and tittle adds to the pot|- Gotta pick it up. Gotta pick it up.

Soon, you got the kit|as well as the caboodle

- More|- Up, up! Up, up! Come on!

- More|- Up! Up! Higher, higher! Let's go!

Never say when|Never stop at plenty

- If it's gonna rain, let it pour|- That's good, that's good.

Happy with ten|Happier with twenty

- If you like a penny|wouldn't you like many, many more|- Penny-- Wouldn't you like many--

- Or does that sound too greedy|- Pick it up, right here.

- That's not greed, no, indeedy|- That's not-- No, indeedy!

- That's just stocking the store|- Give it to me!

I don't know. You wanna do this?|You wanna talk? Turn on the light,|I'm gonna talk to you, you know.

I-- I didn't do it. I didn't do it.|I didn't do it. I didn't do it.

I didn't do it. I didn't do it.|I didn't do it. I didn't do it. There.

I don't know what you want.|I didn't do it.

Mumbles, where's Lips Manlis?

- Okay. Kick it up. Kick it up!|- That's what soothing about success

- Come on, down further.|- Never settle

- For something less|- Oh! Push it higher and higher.

- Something's better than nothing, yes|- Run around, run around!

And nothing's better than

- More, more|- Push it up!

More, more, more, more|More, more, more

No! No! It's wrong! It's off! It's|wrong! It doesn't work! It's not good!

- Boss. Boss!|- What?

I'm sorry.|These girls are tired.

Yeah. We been doin' it all night.|It's 2:00 a.m.

"It's 2:
00 a.m."?

I'm about to turn this dump|into the birthplace|of a new era of entertainment...

you're telling me it's 2:00 a.m.?

- Play the piano!|- Hey! That was a silly thing to do.

- He's the best piano player in town.|- Shut up!

Come here.

Next time I take his fingers|and I turn 'em into pretzels.

I just might do the same thing|to your face.

See?|He's playin' better already.

Let's go.|From the toppy-top.

From the top.

Care for some water?|I'm thirsty.

- Where's Lips Manlis?|- Gimme that.

Where's Lips Manlis?

Okay, you heard him, Mrs Green.|That's his testimony.

- Okay, boys, get him outta here.|- His wh-- His what?

- Get him.|- Hey, hey. Come on with me, Mumbles.|- Impossible. Just impossible.

That's coercion, Tracy.|Even if you get anything, it's illegal.

Just tell the boys in the lab,|fingerprint those walnuts|by 8:00 in the morning 'cause

- You're what?|- It's the fifth time!|- Yep. Fifth time. That's right.

- It's a gamble|if you can't make it stick.|- Big gamble, Tracy.

Leavin' Big Boy on the street.|Now let's go get him.

No, indeedy

-That's just stocking--|-Hello, Big Boy. I brought your garbage.

- Tracy.|- We meet again, huh? Where's Lips?

This is a private club, copper.|You got a membership card?

- Do you?|- I own it.

- Since when?|- Today.

- I made a deal with Lips.|- Lips.

- Where is he?|- I don't know.

- Must've left town or somethin'.|- Well, that's a coincidence.

My new girl, Breathless Mahoney,|meet Dick Tracy...

servant of the people, like me.

- You like walnuts, don't you, Big Boy?|- I love 'em.

A lot of people like walnuts.|They're good for the liver.

Yeah, but they're bad for the brain.|You're sloppy, Big Boy.

You're under arrest.|Get him outta here, boys.

- We got a nice place for him to sleep|where they don't serve walnuts.|- We'll get ya in a half hour, Boss.

- I'm performing|the opening number, Boss.|- This ain't a break!

- Keep rehearsin'! Get my lawyer.|- See ya in a half hour, Boss.

Tell 'em it's Flatfoot.|He's at it again, and he's got no case.

-Hello?|-You're breaking and entering, you know.

- Sorry.|- Sit down.

Aren't you gonna arrest me?

If I were gonna arrest you,|I'd have done it by now.

Then what are you up to, honey?

I think Lips Manlis is dead, and|I want you to tell me who killed him.

Or maybe you weren't on his side.|Whose side are you on?

The side I'm always on.|Mine.

- No grief for Lips?|- I'm wearing black underwear.

You know, it's legal for me|to take you down to the station and|sweat it out of you under the lights.

I sweat a lot better in the dark.

I know how you feel. You don't know|if you wanna hit me or kiss me.

- I get a lot of that.|- Look, you're safe.

Big Boy's in jail. You're the one|that can keep him there. Give me a call.

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