Jimmy the Gent

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Hello, Mr Corrigan's office.

Mrs Greenbaum?

Oh, I thought I recognized your voice.

Hm? Oh, you want to know if Mr Corrigan

sent you that copy of your aunt's will?

Just a sec.

Hey, Jitters, has that gone out yet?

No it ain't. What do you think I am,

an octopus,

with a thousand hands or something?

Sure, Mrs Greenbaum, it's in the mail.

You're welcome.

Hello, Mr Corrigan's office.

You better run that Roger Clinton ad

in the Canadian papers, too.

Yeah.

Yeah, and repeat an ad on

Mrs Oppenheimer.

That's it, yeah.

Hello, hello,

Louie come in yet?

No, Mr Corrigan, he ain't come in yet.

No, well send that slug in

as soon as he gets here, will ya?

Sure, yeah, I'll tell him.

If that Louie knows what's good for him,

he'll never come in.

Hey, Bessie, has Louie come in yet?

Not yet. When you hear something drop,

that'll be Louie.

No, Mr Corrigan, I did try his house.

Okay, I'll try it again.

Hello.

He's here.

Any calls for me?

Any calls? Where've you been?

Who wants to know?

Just a friendly interest.

The boss has been looking high and low

for you.

No fooling.

No fooling, he's sore as a boil.

Where have you been?

I've been out looking up an heiress.

Mr Corrigan's office.

His line's busy just now.

Hello, Jitters.

Get going, the boss is sizzling.

Don't worry, honey. I can handle him.

I'll bet.

You dumb dizzy dope.

You silly-looking ape.

Listen, Jimmy. Let me explain,

can't you?

I don't know keeps me taking a punch

at you.

You don't even know what

I'm gonna say.

Neither do you.

Honest, Jimmy.

I hope I never live to see

my mother alive.

You know those guys've been out

there since 8:
00 this morning?

Didn't you talk to them?

Talk to them, who me?

Without introduction? Is that the way

a gentleman conducts his office?

I'm sorry.

Where have you been?

Me?

Not me, you!

I was out looking up that Esme Bayard

heiress.

What heiress?

You know.

The one you gave me the lead on.

The heirs of the dame

that rocked off in the bathtub.

So what?

Well I finally located the tomato

that fits the description.

A beautiful girl.

I've been working on at nights.

Oh, nights, huh?

She fits perfect.

Yeah?

Blond, blue eyes,

about five foot three in her stockings.

Go on. And she's got a little mole

on her left hip.

Stop right there.

In the first place, it wasn't a mole,

it was a wart.

In the second place, it wasn't on the hip,

it was on the shoulder.

In the third place, it wasn't a dame,

it was a guy.

There must be some mistake.

Yeah, and that's you.

If I didn't need you to introduce me

to those guys out there...

I'd put the boots to you.

What are you doing to my chair?

Get out of there.

Look at your shirt.

Fix your tie, you simp.

Go on, get outside.

Get outside, go on!

Good morning, men.

Hi, Lou.

You two new guys,

I want you to meet the boss.

This is Mr Corrigan, boys.

A square little shooter.

That's Stew Hatkins and Eddie Marrigan.

Hi. Glad to know you.

A couple of right guys.

Hm-hmm.

The boss here wants to say

a word to you.

Sit down, boys. Everybody sit down,

have a seat.

Now look...

In the first place, you gotta get it

out of your head that this is a racket.

This is a respectable, high-class,

A number one business.

And you boys got a chance to make

some real dough.

Only you gotta watch yourself

to keep out of jail.

You see?

Now look, here's the idea.

Lying around in banks all over this country

there's a lot of money.

Millions of dollars willed to legal heirs

that can't be found.

Well, I find them.

And, for a small commission,

never more than 50%

I put them in touch.

Supposing you can't find a legal heir?

Well, then let all that nice money

go to waste, see?

Oh, I get you.

Well, what do we do?

You guys chase hot tips on people

that have passed out.

Louie and me handle the details.

Louie looks up birthmarks.

Now look... You guys get your expenses

and 15 smacks a week.

And 10% of anything that turns up

if it goes through.

Fair enough?

Okay.

Okay by me.

All right, now look, boys...

here's your routines for today.

Everybody, look.

Mike, you go down to the Central Hospital.

They just brought in an old bachelor.

Is he dead?

No, but he will be.

The doctor that tipped me off

is operating on him.

Pete, go down to Barnum's

undertaking joint.

They got a stiff down there

that sounds swell.

And take Stew with ya.

It'll be a good experience.

Go ahead, Stew.

Grant, go down to City Hall

and look up that probate on the

Johnson will.

Eddie, you go along with him.

Oh, thanks.

Bye.

Now, Ferris... where are you?

You get the dope on the Evans case.

Get it all. Don't miss anything.

Hailey, go down to the Jersey morgue.

And hold on to this over there.

Okay, boss.

Come on, Les, you go along with him.

What do you want me to do, boss?

You just sit there like usual.

The janitor will be in at 5 o'clock

and dust you off.

Sounds like

the Brothers of St Francis Hospital.

You'll be a failure all your life.

Don't you recognize that siren?

That's the emergency.

Emergency?

Yeah, emergency.

Well, that let's us out, then.

Who says it does?

Wallingham's got the joint sewed up,

ain't he?

He pays enough.

Yeah, he pays and I get.

You crook.

You mean you got an in down there, too?

Listen, mug,

I ain't got anything down there, see?

I ain't got nothing.

Wallingham's got it all.

But whatever hot tips come down

to the emergency, tour little Jamesy gets.

Hurry this up, boys.

Hello, Johnny.

Hi, Paddy.

And what is it now?

Oh, just an old woman.

You don't say.

Hung out in Babcock's Beanery.

Kept herself alive eating

what people left.

You don't say.

Yeah.

Some bum decided to kick himself off

and put cyanide in his cheese sandwich.

You don't say.

Yeah, and he kicked off.

He did?

Yeah, he ate half of it

and threw the other half away.

He did?

And she ate it.

She died?

She did.

Well, so what?

That's all, she's gone.

look through her clothes, Ms Benton,

and see if you can find any marks

of identification.

Poor old thing...

Starved to death.

A crime, that's what it is.

A disgrace to our civilization.

Right in the midst of plenty

the poor old creature starving to death.

Doctor, will you please look here.

Doctor Forbes, bonds!

Railroad bonds.

Her clothes are lined with them.

Bless my soul.

Get that lining off.

Look, stocks, bonds.

More bonds.

Keys, stocks, more bonds, bonds...

Safe deposit keys.

More bonds...

I'll bet these are jewels.

Merciful heavens...

Aren't they beautiful.

Gold. I tell you, she's a walking bank.

Run a line to 57521

Mr Wallingham's office.

Hold the line, please, I'll connect you.

Miss Martin speaking,

Mr Wallingham's assistant.

Yes, just a minute.

Blair at the emergency.

He won't speak to anybody but you.

Go ahead.

Hello, Wallingham speaking.

Oh, hello, Blair.

Hello?

Splendid.

Well, you've done admirably.

One moment, did you get the number

of the safety deposit boxes?

I never thought of that.

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