Fourteen Hours Page #3

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I haven't got the right kind

of kisser for it.

I'll tell you this-

I don't like it up here.

I'm on the spot

with the chief inside already.

I don't think

he likes a flatfoot musclin'in.

But you sent for me,

and I'm on orders.

I wanna help you. I think you oughta

tell me what it's all about though.

If it's a girl,

I can tell you all about a gal-

If you have to march or anything,

it's all right.

No, forget it.

I'd just as soon be up here with you.

- Cigarette?

- No, thanks.

Could I have a glass of water, please?

Sure thing. Anything you like.

Just speak up.

Uh, not too much ice in it.

They always put

too much ice in it in hotels.

It's bad for your digestion.

Sit tight. I'll be right back.

- Keep him busy.

- He wants a drink of ice water.

Water.

If I can con him in closer, as he reaches

for the glass, I can make a grab for him.

- He'd yank you, then both of you'd go over.

- Not if somebody hung on to me.

He'd yank us all.

I don't mind losing you, but I don't want a whole

daisy chain of cops sailing out that window.

Why not put a rope on Dunnigan's leg,

then put beef on the rope into the hall...

just in case he gets a chance

to make a grab?

Okay. Get the rope.

Hey, where's that water?

Go on out there and stall

while I get you rigged up.

Hey, hey!

What do you think you're doin'?

Chief, I'd like to string up

this microphone by the window.

I want to catch that conversation

out on that ledge.

Get that screwball out of here, will ya?

- Get that gear out!

- Anything on those prints yet?

- Not a thing yet.

- What are they doing, playing poker or something?

Put some heat on 'em!

Come on, Barney.

What are you doin', bakin' a cake?

I sent down for some ice, kid.

I knew you wanted a little ice.

- Never mind.

- Ah, just take a second. Sit tight.

It just takes a little while.

I'll be right back.

That's fine.

Keep it up.

Just don't press him quite so hard.

If anything annoys him, skip it.

Keep talking.

He's beginning to relax.

I think he's getting a bang out of it,

big-shottin' it out there.

Whatever his problem is,

it paralyzed him.

He felt he couldn't do anything,

couldn't move.

Now he's out there. He's free.

He's got a choice.

He can jump at any moment or not jump.

He likes that feeling.

He feels important. He's a great guy.

- You see him teetering? Phew! Scares the living-

- You're all set, Dunnigan.

Here.

Come on. Come on, come on.

Give us a little more slack here.!

All right. That's it.

Now take a good bite on that.

Hey, Dunnigan. Does this guy go for dames?

If he does, I got an idea.

What are you talking to him about,

Dunnigan?

You think he's gonna jump this year,

or you think it's an act?

Look, you guys. If I get a chance,

I'm gonna make a grab for him.

- Keep your hands out of your pockets.

- Come on.

You get a hold of him, hang on. We'll pull

you back. You'll only fall a couple of stories.

Dunnigan.

- What's that?

- Stimulant.

It may pick him up a little,

raise his spirits.

It's worth a try anyway.

Here you are, kid.

Not much ice, like you said.

Sorry it took so long,

but you know how hotels are.

They make a big production

out of everything.

You gonna try to grab me?

I thought we were

gettin' to know each other a little.

Just don't try and grab me.

- You might fall.

- Okay.

Give it to me with your left hand.

Okay.

Did the doctors put somethin' in it?

I don't think they'd do a thing like that.

I tell you what I'll do.

We'll give it the Dunnigan test.

What's that?

Anything I can drink

is all right for babies.

Nothin' happens. Okay?

Uh, well, put it down

and push it along.

- I'll pick it up.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

- Okay.

Take it easy, kid. Sit tight.

What's the idea?

What do you think you're doing?

It's no go. I can't crack him.

Get back out there and stall him.

We just got a report on him. We're gonna get

his family here, see what they can do with him.

His name is Robert Cosick.

C- O-S-I-C-K.

Whatever kind of name that is.

Try it out on him for size.

His father and mother are divorced.

He may not want to talk about that,

but see what you can find out.

Look, I-I-

Okay. What did you say

his first name was?

- Robert.

- Robert.

Keep that on.

You may get a chance to be a hero.

- What about that stuff I drank in that water?

- Won't hurt you.

Hi.

You want another one?

No.

Could I have a cigarette now?

Sure thing, Robert.

Here you are.

- Left hand, right?

- Why did you call me that?

Robert? I thought that'd

be all right with you by now.

We're gettin' acquainted.

Have a cigarette.

How did they find out?

Police routine. They had to check around,

but they found out.

They got a pretty good line on you.

You're gettin' to be famous.

- It's none of their business.

- They're just trying to help.

It's none of their business!

I don't want everybody crowding me.

I don't like to be bothered!

Cigarette, kid?

Put 'em down.

I don't smoke much usually.

I try to take good care of myself.

Good idea.

Everybody oughta

take good care of themselves.

My father drinks too much.

Uh-huh. Hold it. Here he comes.

They talked to the bond house

downtown where his old man works.

He's a salesman, but he's out somewhere.

They can't locate him.

- Get a pickup on him.

- I did. Oh, Mrs. Cosick lives with her sister in Jersey.

They can't reach her either.

Somebody thinks she went shopping.

Give this dope to those radio bums.

Give 'em something useful to do.

Maybe somebody'll be listening.

Well, go on!

Hello. Listen, get a 24

out on Paul Cosick.

If you have any information concerning

the whereabouts of these people...

please call this station

or the police immediately.

I'll repeat the names.

The father is Paul E. Cosick...

the mother Mrs. Christine Hill Cosick.

This is an urgent appeal.

The most amazing, heroic thing so far...

is that this man, Charles Dunnigan,

is a traffic cop-

just one of New York's average,

hard-working traffic cops.

He seems to be winning Robert's confidence

where everyone else has failed.

Hey, that must be the cop

that was down here!

All right. Everybody grab his own.

- Who's got pastrami?

- On what?

- Who gave me a buck?

- I gave you a buck.

- Here's your change. What'd you have?

- Coffee, no sugar, no cream.

Okay, all them are black coffees

with the "X."

- Where's my change?

- You get change?

Listen. How 'bout a pool?

A buck a throw.

Like it is, the cops got us froze.

Nobody makes nothin'

workin' out of this stand today.

With some dough up, somebody gets a pot.

What do you say?

- What's the matter with that?

- It stinks.

No! Listen, see?

Everybody puts a buck in and takes

a slip of paper with a different time.

The guy that gets closest to the time

this joker jumps, that guy gets the pot.

You know what I mean?

Look, here's the slips of paper.

You loan me your hat, huh?

Now, I'll mark it off.

You guys give me a buck apiece.

And we'll have this pool.

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