Jimmy the Gent Page #4

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he gonna get the family jewel for me.

Stew and Eddie are here, Mr Corrigan.

They brought in a guy, er....

a gentleman... what's the name, please?

Hendrickson, Lady Verdervere.

Mr Hendrickson,

he has news on Monty Barton.

Yeah?

Hey, there's a guy outside says he knows

where Monty Barton is.

Yeah, send him in. Send him right away.

Go ahead.

What do you want with Monty Barton?

I thought you gave that tip

to Wallingham.

You don't see this guy passing up

anything, do you?

How do you think I'm gonna keep up

this joint?

What am I gonna use

to pay you off with, old cigar bands?

Hello, boys.

I know I shouldn't have come here...

Hello, boss.

Say, boss, this is Mr Hendrickson.

Mr Corrigan.

Hiya.

We met Mr Hendrickson over at

Rick's place.

He said he knew Monty Barton

so we brought him along to have

a talk with you.

I know I shouldn't have come here.

Look...

Look, that's how I get.

Yeah, I see, all right, fine...

Now sit down, have a little rest.

You know, I... You see, I...

I need my medicine.

Yeah, I understand.

They tell me you know something

about Monty Barton.

What will you give me?

How much will you give me?

I'll play fair with you.

I'll give you $50.

Keep it. Keep your dirty money.

Catch me squealing out, pal.

Catch me...

All right. I ain't asking you

to squeal on anybody.

Give it to me, give it to me...

Can't you see I need it, can't you see?

Yeah, yeah, now look.

Tell me...

Are the cops looking for Monty Barton?

Oh, they are.

For what?

Murder.

Oh, yeah?

You won't give him up, will you?

I'm no squealer, I swear to God...

All right, all right.

Boss, wait a minute.

I ain't heard of no Monty Barton

wanted for murder.

Because he don't go by that name, see?

But I know his name's Barton.

I took a watch out for him yesterday,

the hocker.

He don't dare show his face.

I looked in the case, and there it was.

Monty Barton, but that's not the name

they're looking for.

All right, now what is the name?

Joe Rector, the gambler.

Joe Rector's Money Bargain?

That's him, that's him, and there's

the dame that saw him do it.

This is far enough, this is far enough.

Now look, I'll go on ahead.

Give me 5 minutes to get inside.

And give it plenty of lung, you hear,

plenty of lung.

Now look, take a long time in front

of his house.

It's up the block

on the other side of the street.

Number 863, you got it?

The big gambler captured!

Joe Rector caught!

Joe Rector!

The hotshot captured!

The Big gambler!

Joe Rector captured!

Extra! Read about it!

The big gambler captured!

Joe Rector!

The big shot Joe Rector!

Hey, boy, give me a paper.

Hey, boy, give me one of those papers.

Give me a paper, will you?

Hurry up, give me a paper.

Joe Rector captured, the big time gambler.

Hello.

I think I can make it.

Looking for this?

There you are, Joe.

That shows where I stand.

What do you want?

Skip it. Skip it.

Sit down.

Come on, sit down.

Wanna talk to you.

Now, listen. I ain't in the least bit interested

in the guy named Joe Rector.

Don't know anything about him.

Never even heard of him, see?

Get me?

But I am looking for a guy named

Monty Barton.

And you wanna know why?

Because he just came into $200.000.

What?

Got a match?

$200.000.

What a lucky guy you are.

Remember your aunt Sarah from Philly?

Yeah.

Your dearest relative?

She ate a poison cheese sandwich

and turned up her toes.

Gee...

Ain't that a shame?

Say, who are you?

James Corrigan.

Genealogist. Read it when you get time.

What do I do to get the dough?

Just go down and tell 'em who you are.

Go down and tell 'em who I am, eh?

Swell. I only got a murder rap hanging

over me.

Yeah. That's right.

You're asking me to crawl up

in that electric chair?

And whistle for the Jews.

You can buy an awful lot of lawyers

with that $200.000.

Listen, if I'm caught, the only thing

that'll keep me from burning...

is a short circuit.

You can tell me.

Did you really top that guy Burke?

Well, he pulls a gun

and starts blazing away

so I let him have six with the ol' equalizer

and they bury him the next day.

Draw your own conclusion.

You ain't got no murder charge

against you.

You shot in self defense.

Sure. Just try to convince the jury.

There was a dame in the room

when the fun started.

Who?

Burke's doll.

His sweetheart?

Yeah. She'll get on that witness stand...

and tell a story that'll make the judge

and jury start a lynching mob.

What's her name?

Gladys Farrell, works in a night trap.

Is she married?

No.

Are you?

No.

What's it worth to you to beat that rap

and get the dough besides?

Say, you been belting the grape?

I'm stone sober and I'm asking you.

What's it worth to you?

I'll split with ya.

Put it in writing.

Hey, what are you doing?

You ain't got nothing to lose,

have you?

It's either me or fry.

It's my apartment.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, honey.

Wait a minute.

Hello.

Yeah, boss, this is I.

I been standing by like you told me.

No, boss, I been looking up

that heiress.

Is she with you now?

No, don't send her away.

I'd love to meet her.

Gee, that's swell of you, boss.

I know you'll like her.

Her name is Mabel.

She's a perfect little lady.

Sure, she must be.

Tell me, Lou, tell me...

Is she married?

Well, kinda. Me and her

have been thinking about getting hooked.

We'll go into that later.

Now look, kid. Look, Lou...

You hop down to City Hall and get a

marriage license for Monty Barton, see?

What are you pullin'?

Lay off that arm.

He must be a mind reader.

What's the name of the pancake

that Barton's gonna marry?

Fanny Brown.

Yeah. "F".

"F" like in finagle.

Come on, get in your coat...

you save time.

Now look, Lou, look, kid...

Bring back a Justice of the Peace

with you.

Yeah. A dumb one.

Yeah, all right, baby...

Yeah, goodbye.

Bye, kid.

Are you ready?

Money don't talk.

It screams right out loud.

I gotta go, baby.

Look, Louie...

Did you mean it honest to Pete

about us getting married?

Well, keep working on me.

I might give in.

All right. Here's your hat.

Here you are, baby.

Sugar pie, I'm just devoted to that ring.

Be nice to Mr Corrigan when he gets here,

will ya? He's a prince.

All right.

And we're good for a swell wedding

present if he takes to you.

Bye. Oh, Louie. Come here.

Do you like nails all one color?

Ohhh....

My name's Corrigan.

Mr Corrigan,

Louie told me all about you.

He said you was a prince.

You sure he said prince?

Hm-hmm.

Well, well.

How's it baby?

How's what?

How's everything?

How should I know? I've only been in town

a couple of months.

Hm-hmm. Come with me.

Come right here. Come here.

Meet the Misses.

Whose? Yours?

No, yours.

It's neither one, Mr Corrigan.

Now wait a minute, take it easy.

Wait a minute.

Me, me...

Oh, I'm sorry. Say when.

What do you mean?

Let it go.

Here, it's all yours.

Bungy ride.

Look, baby.

What would you do for $500?

I'd do my best.

Well, look, listen...

I want you to marry this gentleman.

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