Dick Tracy Page #5

- He'd have to bump me off first.|- Why?

Because I'd be protecting you|24 hours a day.

- You would?|- Yeah. That's my job.

Do you always put so much of yourself|into your job?

You're not gonna know that|till you testify.

You're a good man, Tracy.

And I wanna do the right thing.

Come here.

Hey, what's the hurry?|Where's the fire?

Throwin' a ball in a trash can.|Is that supposed to be some big deal?

- Tess, uh, this is--|- I know who she is.

- Hello, Miss Mahoney.|- You must be Miss Trueheart.

- Tracy's told me so much about you.|- Oh?

He doesn't know|so awfully much about me.

Yeah, uh--|uh, thanks for comin' by.

- We'll be in touch, Tracy.|- Right. Uh--

Miss Trueheart.

What a cute little boy.

I'll bet she does|some nifty undercover work.

Well, we're makin' our move|on the Club Ritz tonight, uh--

Oh, is this-- is this pistachio?

Now, that's what I call a dame.|What was she doin' here?

She knows somethin'.|I'm tryin' to get her to testify.

You know what, Tracy?|You oughta let me talk to her.

Is this 88 Keys?|I got a deal for ya.

Meet me at the city car barn|in one hour.

That's right. One hour.

Up here, 88.

Open the suitcase.

Do you want to know why I called you?

Five thousand.|Your first payment.

For what?

You work for Big Boy now. You wanna|make a lot of money helping him?

- Yes or no?|- Yeah.

Give that letter to Big Boy.

Tell him you found it|under your door.

Who do I tell him you are?

You don't,|because you never saw me.

And don't try to find me.|I'll call you.

Make the deal.

"If you kill Dick Tracy,|you will be the prime suspect|and the city will mobilize against you.

"But for ten percent of your business|we guarantee Dick Tracy will not be|a problem for you any more...

and you will not be suspected|of anything."

What can you lose?|They don't deliver, you don't pay.

You're a piano player.|What do you want to be, a radish?

Don't bring me a deal from someone you|never saw, you don't know how to get to.

Get him outta here. Go ahead.|Play the piano. Okay, what's this?

I think I got this figured out.|I'm gonna--

- Hey. Got a match?|- I think we can work it out|this way, Big Boy.

- What was that all about?|- My income tax.

Hey!

Come here.

- You want me to follow him?|- Where, to the piano?

That was none of your business.|Come here.

I'm your business.|Okay, Numbers, let's see your numbers.

So then we get the same percentage|from the laundries--

- Where do you think you're goin'?|- Come on, Tracy, take me with you.

Get back in there and brush your teeth.|Go on. And wish me luck tonight.

I'll see you later.

Move in and take your positions.

Sooner or later|you're gonna be mine

- Two.|- Sooner or later

You're gonna be mine

Baby, it's time that you faced it

I always get my man

Got to hand it to you, Big Boy. You got|the best broads in town. Top drawer.

You're gonna decide

Come in, Tracy. Come in, Tracy.

- This is Tracy, Sam.|- We made it.

Why waste it in chatter

-Careful, Tracy. The waiters carry guns.|-We'll settle

The matter

Baby, you're mine on a platter

- I always get my man|- Come in, Tracy. All set.

- Okay, boys, let's go.|- This is it. Keep it quiet.|Keep it quiet.

How could you-- All right.

All right, all right. I got it|under control. I got it. Please.

Everybody, it's okay!|Please! Please!

Okay-- No, no!|I got it under control! Everybody!

No! No, look, folks.|It's okay. Everything's under con--

Just sit down. Everything.|Relax. It's easy.

Get this thing taken care of.|It's okay. No, everything's all right.

Okay, Bill, that side of the room.|Frank, cover the bar.

Hello, Big Boy. The gang's all here.|What is it, a class reunion?

This is a private party, mister.|Invitation only.

- The more you resist, babe|- Here's my invitation.

- A search warrant.|- The more it excites me

And no one I've kissed, babe

Ever fights me again

You're on my list

- Because it's just a question of when|- No gamblin', no nothin', Tracy.

What, you mean|you thought we had gambling here?

I wouldn't be caught dead|in a place that permitted gambling.

- I'll be back, Big Boy.|- Listen, tell me when you're comin'.

- I'll have a big party waitin' for ya.|- Let's go, boys.

- Right, Tracy.|- Then, baby, amen

- Hey, hey.|- I thought you was gonna|take care of Tracy.

He didn't look around.|Did you notice?

- Yeah.|- I don't get it.|- He was just tryin'

- How'd it go?|- Clockwork.

Well, let's just hope|Big Boy thinks I'm too stupid|to look under the top of a table.

Pat, I am gonna get him.|It's just a question of when.

Sooner or later|you're gonna be fine

Baby, it's time that you faced it

I always get my man

All right, listen to me.|Get over to 132 Broad Street.

- 132 Broad Street.|- But if you resist, babe|- Okay, 132 Broad Street.

- Right, Bug.|- The challenge delights me

The more you resist, babe|the more it excites me

Dick Tracy has struck tonight|and he has struck hard...

- And no one I've kissed, babe|- right at the heart|of the gang lord empire.

Ever fights me again

If you're on my list

It's just a question

Of when

When I get a yen

Then, baby, amen

I'm counting to ten

I'm gonna love you|like nothin' you've known

I'm gonna love you|and you all alone

Sooner is better than later

But, lover

I'll hover

I'll plan

This time I'm not only getting

I'm holding

My

Man

Tracy! Tracy! Tracy! Tracy!

Everywhere I turn...

it's Tracy, Tracy, Tracy!

It's like he's readin' my mind.

Texie Garcia, Ribs Mocca, Johnny Ramm|and now de Santo-- I don't get it.

How could he catch 'em so fast?|I don't understand. He knows|what we're doin' before we do it!

You said you had a way of taking care|of Tracy. "Leave it to me," you said.|Well, let me tell you somethin'.

I'm takin' this bum out of|the headlines. I'm rubbin' him out.

You kill Tracy,|they point the finger at me. This bum--

Hold it, hold it.

We're bein' bugged.|We're bein' bugged.

We're bein' bugged. We're be--|Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Hey, Mike, what'd you put in this chili,|melted rubber?

Sometimes I wonder why I slave|over a hot stove for you, Tracy.

Okay, Freddy.

Get down to the Southside Warehouse.|Big pay-off.

Tracy, I'm-- I'm leavin'.

I used to be afraid that maybe you'd|never take some time and settle down...

and now I know it.

- I knew you'd never|want a desk job, Tracy.|- Calling Dick Tracy.

Calling Dick Tracy.|Do you read me, Tracy?

You got Big Boy on the run now,|and that's good.

Calling Dick Tracy.|Calling Dick Tracy.

Tracy, good luck.

Come in, Tracy.|This is Bug Bailey. Do you read me?

- What is it, Bug?|- There's somethin' goin' on|at the Southside Warehouse.

It sounds big. Really big.

Go on.

Tracy, come in.

- Go on.|- Tracy, are you there?

- You better get over there, Tracy.|- I'm on my way.

I'll be back, Tess.

Reload.

All right! All right, that's enough!|I want 'em dead, both of them.

I want this No-Face dead,|and I want Tracy dead.

What's the matter? You bums|forgot how to kill people?

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