Dick Tracy Page #4

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We got a problem with organization.|We're all split up. That's bad business.

While we're divided,|the cops can keep us under control.

But use your imaginations.|We form this big company, see.

Each of us here at the table|are on the board of directors.

- I'm chairman of the board.|- Why you?

Because I have a vision.

A big boss must have a vision.

We got a town with thousands|of small stores and businesses,|people who are workin' real hard.

I think they should be|workin' real hard for us...

because we are for the people.

And "if you ain't for the people,|you can't buy the people." Lincoln.

We will become|the people's silent partner.

Every time some citizen buys|a pound of hamburger, we get a nickel.

Every time some guy gets a haircut,|we get a dime.

We'll dress like bankers,|join the Rotary Club.

Together we will own this town.

Why you?

- Excuse me.|- Hey.

When do we kill Dick Tracy?

As you know, if anything happens|to Tracy, I'm the prime suspect.

- Leave Dick Tracy to me.|- I say we kill Tracy now.

- You say?|- I say.

I say you say nothing.|I say you get behind me, we all profit.

You challenge me,|we all go down.

There was one Napoleon,|one Washington, one me.

I'm out.

It only works if we're all in.

Then it don't work.

I got a good business.|I'll take my chances alone.

Let him go, let him go.|It's still a free country.

Maybe he'll have a change of heart.

Sam, I'm worried about Tracy. What would|it take to make you go off your trolley?

Not me. I'm not the type.

Tracy, are you crazy?|You don't have a search warrant.

If you don't get off that ledge,|do you have any idea|what the D.A. will do to you?

-Yeah, Tracy, this is Pat. Come on down.|-Just be ready to get me outta here.

Who's that? Spaldoni?

I think that's Spaldoni leaving.

If any of those bums find you up there,|Tracy, the chief'll never forgive you.

Come on, Tracy, get off that building.|If they catch you, they got a perfect|right to do whatever they want.

- Great Scott!|- Great Scott!

Very upsetting.

Go, Sam! Get him!

Peppermint. Try some.

You know, Tracy, for a tough guy|you do a lot of pansy things.

Is that right?

- Who is it?|- Mr Tracy?

- Who is it?|- I'm Mrs Skaff.

- I'm from the welfare department.|- The welfare department?

I'm afraid we're going to have to|take the little boy to the orphanage.

Well, just give me one minute,|Mrs Skaff.

I hope you understand, Mr Tracy.

As a single man, you can't just|pick up a child from the streets|and take him home.

- Mrs Skaff, let's discuss this.|- He belongs in the orphanage.|It's the law.

Then he has to be processed|through the proper channels. And then--

Uh, Mrs Skaff, if you'll just leave|this situation to me, I think you'll--

- We don't want no kid, copper.|- Yeah, we don't want no kid, copper.|Get dressed.

Go on, get in there,|or I'll plug ya. Go on.

Glad you could join us, Tracy.

We thought you'd be|much more comfortable meeting us here|in the basement of your girlfriend's

while she's away at work.

You know, Dick--|You mind if I call you Dick?

My associates here would very much|like to see you have a little accident.

But I tell 'em no.

I'll take care of Tracy myself,|I tell 'em. You know why?

I want you on my side!|And let me tell you what my side is.

My side is a lifetime of action|and adventure with no clock to punch.

It's treatin' that gal of yours|one hundred percent.

She should be treated like a princess,|protected like a baby.

- You gonna put|all that money down there?|- Fifteen thousand clams.

- It's a deal.|- Fifteen thousand clams!

Welcome to new waters, Dick! We're gonna|run one hell of a ship with you aboard.

There's a big world out there,|and it's up for sale, all of it.

All we gotta do is make sure|that the people know...

I'm the one|big enough to run it.

And that you are guilty of attempting|to bribe an officer of the law.

- Hey, hey!|- Not so fast, copper.

- You dumb dick.|- Let's give it to 'im!

- Okay, boys!|- Do it!

You have just said goodbye to oxygen.

You silly, stupid cop.|You refuse me?

I offer you the keys to a kingdom...

and you tell me|you're an officer of the law.

I am the law! Me!

Boys, you guaranteed me that|this is gonna look like an accident.

Don't disappoint me.|So long, sucker.

- You should've made the deal.|- Yeah!

You're gonna have|one terrible accident, Tracy.|You think they're gonna find your body?

- Dumb dick.|- I didn't think Tracy'd take a bribe.

Ouch! This accident's been waitin'|to happen all day, Tracy.

You sure you don't wanna|change your mind? Huh?

- I guess that's the end of Dick.|- Yeah. Thirty seconds, no more Dick.

Thirty seconds, no more Dick.|Thirty seconds, no more Dick.

Hey, Tracy!

Kid! Get outta here!|Get away from there!

Hurry! It's gonna explode!|Get outta here, kid! Get outta here!

Don't worry, Tracy!|I'll get you outta here!

Hit the dirt!

- Geez, Tracy, that was a lot of dough.|- You're all right, kid.

For action in the face of grave danger,|the Kid...

whose name will be filled in|when he thinks of one...

is awarded this honorary|detective certificate with badge.

- Congratulations, pal.|- The best-lookin' officer on the force,|with or without a name.

Well, this is just|a temporary certificate|till you pick a name for yourself.

- What's the matter with Kid?|- Nothin'.

This means no more jumpin'|on the back of cars. Got it?

- Tracy.|- When does his certificate|become permanent?

- I got a badge for you.|- When he picks a name.|- What do you mean?

- Look in your top drawer.|- He's already got the makin's|of a detective.

- Chief, it's temporary|till he picks a name, huh?|- Sure. He'll pick a name.

Couple of years, this kid'll be drivin'.|Maybe I'll make him my partner.

Sam, that's somethin', isn't it?|How'd you like to pick your own name?

- Put 'er there, Detective.|- You know what I'd pick? I'd pick Sam.

What's the matter?|We're not payin' you enough money?

Don't tell me about my boys|messin' up the Tracy rub-out.

They were being tested.|They flunked.

Now they're just flunkies, like you.

I don't care if Tracy|puts one and one together.

Don't matter to me.|You're still workin' for me.

You're on my side.|You're not out. You're not out!

When you are dead, then you are out.|You are mine. I own you.

Tracy, we've got 14 witnesses.

They all insist Big Boy spent|the entire morning at a dance lesson.

- Uh-huh.|- I am sorry.

I'll be just a second, Tess.

- What kind of ice cream did you get?|- Fresh peach.

Better eat it right away.|It's starting to run a little.

What are you doing here?

- What are you doin' here?|- Aren't you gonna frisk me?

You're so good with names,|what's a name that you like?

Well, I don't know.|Herbert, Horace, Thomas, Edgar.|Anything's better than Kid.

- Hold this.|- Well, I like Kid.

Well, if you want that detective|certificate to be permanent,|you gotta pick a name.

Gimme.

- She's pretty.|- She's a lot more than that.

Look, if I testify against Big Boy,|he'll have me bumped off.

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