I Want to Live! Page #2

This is a real dream house I've been

running, and no junkie's worth it,

Take it, Go on, take it,

it's the last you'll ever get from me.

You mean that?

So help me. I'm through.

Oh.

Nice to see you, Mr. Bixie.

Come in out of the rain.

I could evict you into jail,

giving me this cheque.

Calm down, Mr. Bixie. Maybe you'd like

a little drink on a day like this.

You don't even

have an account in that bank.

How careless of me. I used to.

I guess I got my chequebooks mixed up.

- I'll write you out another.

- No. Cash.

Mr. Bixie, give me until tomorrow.

My husband's been away all week.

I expect him back tonight.

All right. Tomorrow.

But after that I'm going to the police.

Hello?

Babs, I was just gonna call you.

Course you can.

Come on over. I'll be waiting.

- She calls me.

- Taking her along, you must be nuts.

I'll go to my grave saying you're nuts.

You play it my way.

Maybe we'll all get out of this worid alive.

I thought if Bobby and I could stay here,

I might be able to work things out.

Stay as long as you want. Only thing is,

Santo and me's taking a powder.

What's up?

All I know is

the police contact says we're hot.

- Are the cops liable to show?

- Are the cops liable to show?

I wouldn't worry.

Good-looking dame like you.

I got half a dozen bum cheques around,

a busted parole, a landlord on my neck.

- I'm broke, Hank's disappeared.

- And it's raining.

- Take me with you, Perk.

- With the baby?

I can leave him with Hank's mother.

How about it? if I'm picked up with Bobby,

they'll put him in a foster home.

I got the answer.

She comes with me to Acapulco. Simple.

I told you, King,

I don't think Mexico's a smart idea.

I don't care what you think.

What do you say, hon?

It's nice down there. It's sunny.

I'll rub oil all over your body

so's you don't get too bad a burn.

It so happens I'd take a rap

to avoid a trip with you.

- We could have fun together.

- You're not my type.

I heard there was no such thing

as "not your type".

Until I met you.

And, believe me, it's purely personal.

Don't get sore, glamour boy.

You can't win 'em all.

Anyway, she's coming with us.

I'll send the three of you postcards.

You let me know which pen.

Watch out,

Spotter to Control.

Boarding Lynwood bus.

2659 southbound.

One tail With her. Over.

Good work, Spotter.

Control to Walker.

if feasible, call intersecting streets.

Let's go.

Excuse me, sir.

is this cross street Burgess?

Yeah, this is Burgess. Royal and Burgess.

That Ethel's on the ball.

Mobile Three. Royal and Burgess.

Wait at Royal.

Take number one position. Out.

Control. At destination

call in all divisin one units.

Destination is where she goes to cover.

Read me?

Cut that screamer, Ted.

For once, write it the way it happens,

Montgomery.

Don't worry, inspector.

I'll spell your name right.

A tramp, but smart.

Good-looking girl, too.

The kind that fools you.

I've seen ngel pusses who'd shoot

their grandmothers in the back,

and take bets on which way they'd fail.

Excuse me.

Getting off at Barham Piaza. Getting off.

Control to Walker. Drop off.

We're putting the sergeant on Graham.

We wanna play safe.

Don't work too close yourself, please.

And on the local scene, l have

a newsflash on the Monahan murder.

Police announce a break

in the brutal slaying of Mabel Monahan,

found beaten to death

11 days ago in Burbank.

Bruce King, a self-styled steeplejack,

was picked up on the Mexican border.

According to one source, he has given

authorities several significant leads.

Have you ever wondered whether...

- Tomorrow we move out.

- It'll be tougher to visit Bobby.

Are you still on that kid? What's for chow?

Champagne and winter strawberries.

- You...

- I'm not your maid,

All right, you two.

Santa Claus's workshop

is finally taking a breather.

What the...?

I'm not the only one

who doesn't pay his light bill.

Get down,

This is the Los ngeles

Police Department.

You are surrounded.

We are authorised by law

to apprehend you, dead or alive.

Dead or alive.

She was tailed. She let herself get tailed.

If you wish to surrender peaceably, come

out singly as your names are called,

hands above your head.

Come out singly, hands above your head.

Emmett Perkins, come out.

Emmett Perkins.

We will not wait, Emmett Perkins.

That is a warning.

- Maybe you asked 'em here.

- I'll show you the engraved invitation.

Come out, John R. Santo.

John R. Santo.

You have 60 seconds, John R. Santo.

Obey orders and nobody will be hurt,

John R. Santo.

Barbara Graham.

Come out, Barbara Graham.

Come out, Barbara Graham.

Barbara Graham, you have 60 seconds.

If you do not come out, Barbara Graham,

We will come in and get you.

We are warning you not to attempt

anything, Barbara Graham.

Your friends are in custody. It is over.

For the last time,

Barbara Graham, come out.

Keep your hands above your head.

You heard me, Graham,

hands above your head.

I won't warn you again, Graham.

Get those hands up.

Ed Montgomery. Give me a statement

and I'll write your angle.

Grrr,

- Brother,

- That's the one to print.

- Bloody Babs, the tiger woman.

- Did she confess?

Not yet. They've been grilling her all night.

I'm going over there now.

For your own sake,

Mrs Graham, tell the truth.

I've been trying to, for once.

- You want a lie-detector test?

- I want a lawyer.

If you're innocent, it can only help you.

Innocent of what? What's the charge?

- Could be any one of a number of things.

- Like what, for instance?

For instance, $251 worth of bad cheques,

parolee consorting with known criminais,

suspicin of robbery.

- And, of course, that other thing.

- What other thing?

Mrs Mabel Monahan.

- Ha, I never even knew the dame.

- You know she's been murdered?

Yeah, so was Julius Caesar.

I didn't know him either.

Every use narcotics, Babs?

- No.

- No?

Your husband does. If you cooperate,

maybe we can let you have a fix.

There's no monkey on my back.

Never has been.

What's with your legs?

Why are you squirming?

I got a worse habit. I go to

the powder room every six or eight hours.

- D'you mind?

- Sit down.

Lousy hop-headed slut.

I'd like to spread you out

and stamp you into the ground.

- Everybody gets his kicks someway.

- We have a tough, ugly job to do.

- You're making it tougher and uglier.

- My heart bleeds for you.

How can I help? Buy a few tickets

to the policemen's ball?

You're being very foolish.

We're giving you a chance not only to

help the law for once but save yourself.

What do you mean?

You turn state's evidence,

tell us about the Monahan job,

you walk out of here a free woman.

We're offering you complete immunity.

All you have to do is sign

a full statement naming names -

we won't even call it a confessin -

and you go free.

So that's why you've been playing

the mama bull. You think I'm a stoolie.

- No dice.

- I'm sorry for you.

Dumb. Just plain dumb.

Right now your playmates

are spilling their guts.

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