Dick Tracy

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[Radio] Gangland enforcers

broke the arms...

of an elderly news-dealer

this afternoon,

when he refused to share

his week's receipts with them.

Stacks of newspapers

were tossed in the gutter...

as the thugs wrecked the

business and made their getaway.

Lunchtime crowds were paralysed

by the suddenness of the crime.

Not a hand was

raised in protest.

Organized crime is their name.

What appeared to be organized hoods...

shattered the kneecaps

of the beloved operator...

of a shoe-shine parlour today,

as horrified customers looked on.

The bootblack would not

give up his receipts,

and paid dearly for his failure

to surrender to gang demands.

A mother of four, unable

to pay a gambling debt,

lies dead tonight.

Gangland thugs left her

to expire in a pool of blood,

as they helped themselves to

the contents of a cash register.

It was the darndest thing I ever saw.

Five, no help. King, no help.

Aces and eights.

Twenty.

Okay, I'm calling.

Deuce, still possible.

Six, no help.

A pair of aces, pair of eights.

Okay, the ace bets.

Hey, Little Face!

What's the trouble?

Come on, let's go!

Ace bets five.

I call.

- Six.

- See ya.

- [Crash]

- What's that?

[Meow]

Cat.

Aw, a little kitty.

Hi, little fella.

[Screech]

Let's go.

Ace bets five.

- I'm calling.

- I'm in.

Six, got a possible straight.

Queen, eight,

pair of eights.

And a nine, no help.

Jack, no help.

King, no help.

Well, Little Face?

Hmm.

See what you can find.

I want to leave

a little message here.

[Crash]

[Opera]

[Wrist Radio]

Calling Dick Tracy!

Come in, Pat.

This is Tracy.

We've got five dead men

at the 7th St. Garage.

Better get over here

right away.

I'm on my way.

I'll be back. I want to

know how it comes out.

- Excuse me.

- Ow!

- Hello, boys.

- Tracy!

Are we glad

to see you!

Whoever they are,

they're all dead.

Five dead men, Tracy.

We don't know who they are.

Whoever did it took their I.D.,

but didn't take a dime.

Big Boy Caprice.

[Opera]

Everything

all right, Tracy?

Fine. Just a little

trouble downtown.

They're saying Big Boy's

got the city out of control.

The rumour they're

making you Chief of Police?

We've got an excellent

Chief of Police.

Shave off that

silly mustache.

How about mayor?

I don't want a demotion.

I want a copy

of that shot.

- They're out of control.

- Still can't get anything on them?

Don't let them get to you.

You'll get Big Boy.

Big Boy's on the street,

and they want me behind a desk?

They believe in you.

They think if you're chief...

the city will be safe.

There's as much chance

of me getting behind a desk,

as there is of me

getting a new girlfriend.

Sooner or later

Sooner or later

Baby, it's time

Baby, you're mine

[Slurp]

I'm gonna love you

I'm gonna love you

Sooner is better than later

[Slurp]

Bad news on

the garage, Lips.

They bumped them all off.

Our men are getting

very nervous.

[Slurping]

Breathless, that was

beautiful, as always.

I'm so happy you liked it.

[Slurping]

You mind if I leave?

- What?

- [Slurp]

I get sick when you eat.

You didn't used to.

You didn't used to be a zeppelin.

Your devotion is touching.

Raid! It's the cops!

Lips Manlis,

you're under arrest...

for operating

a gambling establishment.

Where's your warrant?

Right here. Let's go!

You too, Breathless.

[Breathless]

That wasn't gamblin'. That was singin'.

Get in the car.

Flattop!

These ain't cops!

Hiya, Lips.

Hiya, Breathless.

Let's go.

Chief Brandon says

you'd make a wonderful chief.

It's a desk job.

What's so bad about that?

You think at a desk

you're playing it safe.

If you weren't out

risking your neck,

you could have a wife...

I mean, a life.

Nobody's going to jail Big Boy

sitting behind a desk.

You said you'd

take tomorrow off.

Hmm?

- Hmm?

- Come on!

Tracy, did you...

Sure.

Hey, kid!

What's your hurry?

Stop!

He stole my watch!

Hey, kid?

Stop that boy!

Come here!

Hi, Tess.

The rest of my party should

be arriving any minute.

Come on, kid!

You're making a mistake.

It's only a watch.

You don't want to get in trouble.

- What are you trying to do?

- [Train Whistle]

Be careful!

You're gonna get hurt!

What'd you get?

You didn't save me

no chicken.

Let's see the stuff.

- That's all?

- Yeah.

Hey, tough guy!

Want to try that on

somebody your own size?

Maybe we should step outside.

Okay, tough guy,

now do you want to give

the kid some chicken?

We got a place for

people who beat up kids.

This cockroach your old man?

Go suck an egg!

Aw, look what you did

to your pretty tuxedo.

Ain't we pals?

No pals in this business, Lips.

You taught me that.

- Sign it!

- The deed to the Club Ritz?

I'm going into

show business.

You're dirty, Lips.

You need a bath.

Not the bath!

Big Boy, not the bath!

- Hey, you got a name?

- Kid.

Kid?

Kid.

What's the name your mother

and father gave you?

What mother and father?

Who takes care of you?

Who takes care of you?

This is Moriarity.

I'm at the southside warehouse.

Do you read me?

[Radio]

Southside warehouse?

Right. I don't know who they are...

and I can't see

what's going on inside.

The car was unmarked.

Big Boy, we're friends.

Not the bath.

We're friends.

I know, and I'm

going to miss you.

But " all's fair

in love and business."

Benjamin Franklin.

[Mumbling]

You, how do you

want it?

Want it?

Around me, if a woman

don't wear mink,

she don't

wear nothing.

Well, I look good

both ways.

Mumbles!

Hmm?

Wipe it off!

No.

Put the word out!

Lips' territory

is my territory now!

Everyone who worked for him,

is working for me.

Everything he owned,

I own.

Let's get out of here.

Cover that trap door.

I gotta call

the Welfare Society.

Wait. The what?

The boys home.

Mike, you got

any ice cream?

Let go! Where are you going?

You ain't sticking me

in no orphanage.

Come on. Sit down.

Very sorry, pal.

It's the law.

If you don't have a home,

you go to the orphanage.

It's the law.

Mike, you got

any ice cream?

[Radio]

Calling Dick Tracy.

Bring some ice cream.

Come in, Sam.

Southside warehouse

on the river.

Something's going on.

Better get down here.

I'm on my way.

[Tess]

Tracy, what about the eating machine?

Huh? Oh. Can you watch him?

Watch him do what?

Uh...

Take him to my place.

Pat will call the orphanage.

You two married?

No. Would you like a broken arm?

I don't like dames.

Good, me neither.

Walnuts.

There's a widow to whom

a few words need to be said.

Bring in Flattop and Itchy.

Get these fingerprinted.

Flattop and Itchy?

For what?

I want to find

Lips Manlis fast.

With a handful of walnuts?

Walnuts?

Hello, gentlemen.

- Where's Lips Manlis?

- Who's he?

[Itchy] We get to

make one phone call.

That's the law.

Yeah?

Give me the phone.

There's the phone.

Be my guest.

Make a note. They waived

their right to a phone call.

Hey, copper.

Maybe you ought to look

before you leap, huh?

We got rights.

Take the bad men away.

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