Dick Tracy Page #8

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

Every jot and tittle|adds to the pot

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

He does have Tess, but he won't|bring her outta there. We gotta go in.

- Go in?|- Give me that tommy gun, Sam.

Okay, hit your horn.

You bring your men--

Never settle for something less

Something's better than nothing, yes

This may get messy. You make a wrong|move inside here, I blow your head off.

Big Boy!

Come on! Get outta there!

You know, sometimes I wonder|why I try to improve things.

Nobody seems to care.

Pain can be valuable, Miss Trueheart.|We learn from pain.

We learn from--|Don't make me push you!

This is awkward.|This is so awkward. Here.

Let's go, men. Big Boy's inside.|He's got Tess with him.

- I knew he wouldn't have|the guts to come out.|- Right, Tracy.

They say I kidnapped you.|I didn't kidnap you.

But I'm kidnapping you now.

- Ah, does life imitate art?|- Hey, Mr Caprice.

- So many questions, so few answers.|- Mr Caprice.

What a way to usher in the new year.

He took her through there.|The wine room.

Tracy, you don't trust me.

Tracy?

Good luck.

Thanks.

It was very stupid of you|to have been lured into this scheme.

A big mistake.

Get 'em up, please.

It's not so much that I have to hurt|someone. It's just don't make me do it!

- Ah, ya louse!|- Come over here.

Believe me, this is not|the way I wanted it to be.

There it is! The city!|They'll never find me!

Can you hear its beat?|Oh, the rhythm! Happy New Year, city!

Jump! We can make it!|No! No, don't jump! We can't make it.

You'll pay for this.|You're gonna pay for this.

Don't move!|Not if you want to stay alive.

A woman, a woman, a woman!

I've been humiliated by a woman.

The way I see it--|and Plato agrees with me--

is that there is what is, and then|there is what we would like it to be.

But that's not important.|What's important is the future;|it's planning ahead.

"A man without a plan|is not a man."

Nietzsche. Wait a minute.

Wait. I'm having a thought.

Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

I'm gonna have a thought.|It's coming.

It's gone.

We must rise above the tide...

take that journey, that journey|into that faraway land...

a land that just waits.

It waits by the track|where the train of destiny must run...

run into the future,|breaking the shackles of the past.

Forget the past. Forget the past.|Our limitations are our shackles.

Put them behind you forever.|Put them behind you forever, Tess.

Can't you see I love you?

Wait! What's that?

Hands up, copper! We gotta talk.

I did not kidnap this woman.

Drop that gun, or my next bullet's|got her name on it!

- Don't do it, Dick!|- Good. Good, Tracy.

What's that? Tracy!

Tracy. Tracy? Where are ya?

Where'd ya go?

What, are you playin' hide-and-seek?|You're hidin' from me?

That's not fair.|No way to be, Dick.

Come out, Tracy.|These gears are turnin'.

You want this dumb dame's head|to be smashed like a walnut?

Tracy, I did not kidnap this girl.|Somebody's trying to frame me.

Where are you? Come on! Just let me|see ya. I just wanna see your face.

I just wanna-- I just wanna|talk some sense here. I wanna--

I just wanna take your head,|and I wanna crack it like an egg!

No! No! I didn't mean that.|No, Tracy. Listen to me.

Tracy, you hear that?|What's happening to that can...

is going to be happening|to her head in a few seconds!

There's not going to be|any more beautiful hair to fondle, huh?

No, no ears to nuzzle.

You're gonna have|chopped sweetheart, Tracy.

There. See those gears?|Those gears are like a clock.

Every notch, ticktock--

Tracy!

Drop it, Big Boy!

Get your hands up, Tracy.|Don't move, either one of ya.

I outsmarted ya, Big Boy.|I knew you'd panic.

I brought you down with kidnapping,|the only crime you didn't commit.

Whoever you are,|I know we can make a deal.

A deal?|I'm making my deal with Tracy.

Tracy, with Big Boy out of the way,|we can own this town.

Pick up that pipe and kill him.

Pick it up!

Pick up that pipe.

Tracy, no!

Drop the gun!

I'll do it, Kid!

Don't move your head, Tess. I got it.|It's okay. Don't turn your head.

Hey, Tracy, look.

Is he still alive?

Will you look at that.

Tess? Call an ambulance.

I'll call, Tess. I'll go get it.

You were right, Tracy.|I couldn't pull the trigger.

It was a good plan, Breathless.|You almost pulled it off.

- The city would've been yours.|- Yeah. You were my only mistake.

Tell me the truth. Could it ever|have happened between us?

But that's how we got him to confess|that Breathless killed Fletcher.

- He was her piano player.|- Not bad.

Thanks. Mm-hmm. You know, you're|probably much too smart to need this...

but I think I'm gonna|give it to you, anyway.

Gee!

Tracy! This-- Hey, it can-- W--

- Wow!|- It tastes different, Mike.|What'd you do, wash the bowl?

Ah, don't listen to him, Mike.|It's just grand.

Except for the guy she goes out with,|this lady's got real taste.

- Tess?|- What?

I've been thinking.

- What about?|- Well, you livin' alone and--

Well, I like living alone.

- Uh-huh.|- We have that in common, I guess.

- Uh-huh. Uh-huh.|- Well, don't we?

Well, I just think when two people|have so much in common...

they oughta do somethin' about it.

- Would--|- Uh-oh.

Shut up, kid. And--

Uh...

don't--

Yes?

Uh--

Don't you think we'd be happier|if we just--

What?

- What do you think?|- Dick Tracy, are you asking me to--

Calling Dick Tracy.|Pat Patton to Dick Tracy.

Robbery in progress, Tracy,|Metropolitan Bank.

Hot diggity dog!|Come on! Let's go!

Come on, Tracy! Let's go! Come on!

- Come on, Tracy!|- Well, what are you waiting for?

A nice safe desk?

Tess.

You're one in a million.

This is amazing, Tracy!|What are you waitin' for?

Come on. Let's go!

Come on. Metropolitan Bank.|Come on. Step on it!

You know something, Tracy?|I kinda like that dame.

Once upon a time|I had plenty of nothin'

Which was fine with me|because I had rhythm, music, love

The sun, the stars|and the moon above

Had the clear blue sky|and the deep blue sea

That was when the best things|in life were free

Then time went by and now|I get plenty of plenty

Which is fine with me|'cause I still got love

I still got rhythm, but look|at what I got to go with 'em

Who could ask for anything more|I hear you query

Who could ask for anything more|Well, let me tell you

Dearie

Got my diamonds

Got my yacht

Got a guy I adore

I'm so happy with what I got

I want more

Count your blessings

One, two, three

I just hate keeping score

Any number is fine with me

As long as it's more

As long as it's more

I'm no mathematician

All I know is addition

I find counting a bore

Keep the number mounting|Your accountant does the counting

More

I got rhythm

Music too

Just as much as before

Got my guy and my sky of blue

Now, however, I own the view

More is better than nothing, true

But nothing's better than|more, more, more

- Nothing's better than more|- More

One is fun|Why not two

And if you like two|you might as well have four

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