Dick Tracy Page #6

Doesn't your work|mean anything to you any more?

Have you no sense of pride|in what you do?

No sense of duty?|No sense of destiny?

I'm lookin' for generals!|What do I got? Foot soldiers.

I want Dick Tracy dead!

Don't get me wrong, Tracy.|If you say there was a man with no face,|I'll bet the mortgage there was.

- But who is he workin' for?|- Yeah, who's he workin' for?

I don't know, boys, but I didn't dream|him up. Would you get my suit cleaned?|We need a witness who will testify.

- A man with no face?|- A man with no face.

What can you lose, Big Boy?|What can you lose?

I don't know, Big Boy.|It seems they want to get rid|of the Tracy problem as much as you.

And it'll only cost you ten percent.|What can you lose?

Okay, piano player.|You got a deal.

Mike, give the Kid a doughnut.

- Hi, Tracy.|- Hi, Tracy.|- Hi, Tracy.

- Which one?|- Where's Tess?|- She's out of town.

- She asked me if the boys|could take care of the Kid till...|- Jelly.

- they take him to the orphanage.|- There's no jelly in that doughnut.

- Okay.|- Tess went out of town, huh?|- Sorry, Tracy. I thought you knew.

Want me to take the Kid|back to the precinct?

-No, Chief. Thanks a lot for fillin' in.|-Okay. Good night.

- What can you lose|- Good night.

- Caught with the blues|- Tracy. Want a doughnut?

- Uh, yeah. Thanks.|Mike, let me have a coffee, will ya?|- Now keep concealing

- Everything you're feeling|- Coffee?

- Sayin' to ya|- And one for me too.

What can you lose

Maybe it shows

She's had clues

Which she chose to ignore

Maybe, though, she knows

And just wants to go on|as before

As a friend, nothin' more

So she closes the door

Well, if she does

Those are the dues

Once the words are spoken|something may be broken

Still you love her

What can you lose

But what if she goes

At least now|you have part of her

What if she had to choose

Leave it alone

Hold it all in

Let her alone

Don't even begin

With so much to win

There's too much

To lose

Cheer up, Tracy.|I'm the one in danger.

I shouldn't be talking to a cop.

- You know what I want.|- I want to hear you say it.

- Well, I don't want you to be hurt.|- Don't tell me what you don't want.

Tell me what you do want.

You want me.

Don't you?

You're right. I do want you,|in court where you can tell the truth--

You're lying. You want me|the same way that I want you.

You want me to take a risk?|I want you to take a risk.

I told you I'd protect you|if you testified.

- Protect me? You ca--|- It's my job.|- I don't know about your job.

I only know what I feel.

If you can't tell me how you feel,|Tracy, then I can't trust you.

Wait a minute.|What do you want me to admit?

That I think about you?

Okay, I admit it. Testify.

You want my testimony?|Tell me you want me.

If you do that, I'll do anything|you say. How bad do you want Big Boy?

It's up to you.|Tell me you want me.

Tell me you want it all,|but tell me now.

If I say that, I'm gonna hurt|somebody I don't want to hurt.

You trust her.

I love her.

He could be president|of the United States...

and he'd call it a desk job.

Dick Tracy's awfully tough on himself.

He's torn, Tess.|He's torn between love and duty.

If you get too close to a man like that,|you probably won't be treated...

much better than he treats himself.

It takes a lot of understanding|to love a man like that.

What did you say, Mother?

I said, "It takes a lot of|understanding to love a man like that."

He'll never take a desk job.

This--

Yeah?

Sit down, will you.

Sam, Mrs Trueheart said|Tess left there a long time ago.

Has somebody checked|Route Three for accidents?

Right, Tracy.

We gotta talk about|this orphanage business.

- Who wants--|- Tracy, did you get the sketch?

Yes, I got the sketch. I got both|sketches. They're both the same sketch.

Forget the sketch!|Check Route Three for accidents!

- We're working on it, Tracy.|- Don't work on it, do it!

- Right.|- Right.

I sure hope she comes back to him.|I've never seen him like this.

The welfare office called again.

I'm not supposed to keep you|out of the orphanage.

Yes, and then send the letter|to District Attorney Fletcher.

- Can you do it?|- Oh!

- I can do anyone's handwriting.|- All right. Tracy's handwriting.

Write this:
"District Attorney Fletcher,|I have evidence that will destroy you.

Bring $10,000|to room 429, Midway Hotel."

Bring $10,000...

to room 429, Midway Hotel.

If you want to stay alive,|you'll do what Big Boy says.

That's not it! That's not it!|Does Paddy O'Brien know she's missing?

- Yeah.|- Was he the one?|- That's not him.

- That's not it! That's not it!|That's n-- What's that?|- It's for you.

-Open it.|-Pat, what about that guy from up north?

You hear anything about him?|What's his name? Louie.

- Oh, yeah, Louie-- Louie the Louse.|- Yeah. Where is he?

- Nah, he's in the pen, I think.|- How long?|- I can't do it, Kid. It's the law.

- Six months.|- Flowers.

This is cold! Hey, who's on the coffee|out there? Rip van Winkle?

-You can't even get a decent cup o--|-I don't know why it'd be cold. I mean--

- Tess wants to talk.|Watch the Kid, boys.|- Sure thing, Tracy.

Tracy, you got lilies. You want me|to put 'em in some water? Tracy!

Tracy!

I'm here to pick up a child,|case 38196.

I don't want to wait.|I want the child now.

You're from the orphanage, ma'am?

Last night we had a date|We stayed out late

I bought round after round

And just for you I played the fool

Yes, I was quite the clown

- Tess, where are you?|- Words were spoken, hearts were broken

But now I hope you'll see

It was the whisky talkin', not me

I had myself a little flask

Tess?

Tess! Tess?

Relax, Tracy.

Just smell the flowers,|and go to sleep.

It won't kill you.|It won't even hurt you.

But your big career is over.

Hey! Close the darn door.

- One figure so d--|- Tracy, you're late.

Wait a minute. Who are you?

Mayor Tracy, Senator Tracy,|Governor Tracy.

High political offices|are being coupled with Tracy's name.

Surely, of all--

- Now?|- Now.

You can't blackmail me, Dick Tracy!

Nobody does that to me!|Nobody blackmails me!

You put that gun away! Who do you|think you're dealing with, huh?

If I go to jail, you go to jail!|I don't have to pay you!

I don't have to give you a dime!|I don't have to give you a nickel,|Dick Tracy!

You're nothin' but a punk!|Tracy, that's all you are!

- You're a punk!|Ain't nothin' but a street punk!|- Police? Better send someone

- The Midway Hotel.|- Put it away! Put it away!|Put the gun away, Tracy!

...news as hot air and speculation.

Out!

Go around back!

Ah, yes, there's bad news tonight.|It's worse than bad. It's heartbreaking.

Dick Tracy is in disgrace tonight.

Charges of blackmail and murder|fill the hushed air.

And in the void, once more, is heard|the rattle of chips as the wheel spins--

This is beautiful.|I want to hang this on my wall.

I've gotta hand it to ya, 88!|Your people did it.

They got Tracy out of the way.|Keep him out of the way.

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