Kansas City Confidential Page #2

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Why?

Why? I ask myself,

would a man with such training

want to take a job outside his line?

To set up a touch for

over a million dollars, that's why.

I got the job through the probation officer.

You can ask him.

Mr. Collins, did I ever give you any trouble

when I worked for you?

No, Joe, not at all.

But I'm afraid I've got to let you go now.

Nothing personal, you understand.

It's just that... Well,

we sell to a lot of

very conservative people.

- You know how it is.

- Yeah, I know how it is.

Sergeant, see that Mr. Collins gets back.

I'll go along with him.

Some questions I want to ask.

All right, Rolfe, you want it the hard way,

I can fix that too.

You've got 20 years staring you

right in the face.

What do you want me to say? That I did it?

Why don't you go ahead, Mr. Martin?

You got a big day tomorrow.

The boys will help me keep

Rolfe company.

What do you think, McBride?

I think if you left him to me and the boys,

I'd have his confession on your desk,

the first thing in the morning.

We'll be back after him,

first thing in the morning.

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the big bank stickup.

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Okay, we'll take him once more.

You got visitors again, Rolfe.

- Come on, move.

- McBride.

We've got to turn him loose.

The upstate police found a duplicate

florist truck half an hour ago.

- It was inside an abandoned moving van.

- That still doesn't clear Rolfe, in my book.

His part of the job could have been to use

his truck as a blind,

to draw us away

from the real getaway car.

- It could have been anything!

- Just give me a little more time.

I'll sweat it out of him.

Forget it, McBride. I've checked every

move he's made. He's clean.

All right, Rolfe, you can go.

Sorry we had to detain you.

- You're sorry?

- These things happen.

Thanks for nothing.

Go on, beat it.

Maybe you didn't hear what I said.

I said, "For nothing."

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Get the latest news on the...

Hey! That's him. That's the guy.

You got to do it, Rick.

You don't understand, Rick.

I know the spot you're in,

Rick, but you gotta help Joe.

Rick! Rick!

- Hi, Joe.

- Hi, Eddie.

- Get you something?

- Yeah, two things,

a cup of coffee and that

information you promised me.

It's like I told you, the first one is easy.

Listen, Eddie, I've gotta know

who set me into this little deal.

Did you ask him?

You're leading with your chin, Joe.

So I'm leading with my chin.

What have I got to lose?

Look, Eddie! It's been three weeks.

No job, no angle, no nothing.

Hey, okay, okay.

Take it easy. I'm on your side.

I'll get you another cup of coffee.

You come back tonight

around closing time.

Kid brother says you're in trouble, Joe.

I got to find a way to clear myself.

Sometimes it's tough, Joe.

- Sometimes it's too tough.

- Look, I want to know who framed me.

- It wasn't anyone local that's for sure.

- Any ideas?

Maybe.

Might be why Pete Harris

beat it to Mexico.

Pete Harris? Where in Mexico?

Tijuana. Look for him where the dice roll.

He's a real sucker for a crap game.

- Anything else?

- Kind of dark and real weird eyes.

You won't have any trouble finding him

by the cigarettes he smokes.

- Just follow the chain.

- Much obliged.

Good luck, Joe.

- Take it easy, Joe.

- Thanks, kid.

So, that's the guy that saved your life

on Iwo Jima?

I'd buy him.

I have the name of Diaz, seor.

If you are looking for a good time,

I know all the best places in Tijuana.

Long as there's a dice table there.

- But gambling is illegal.

- Yeah?

But like in the States, seor,

there are some things

the law does not know.

I will show you

where is a nice game of chance.

Okay.

- All right.

- Place your bets, boys.

Place your bets.

All right, all bets down. Coming out.

Shooter's coming out.

- Eight of clubs.

- Eight of clubs, go!

- Watch the dice, boys.

- Come on.

Seven up! You lose.

All right.

Throw that guy in the bucket if you're off...

- Know any other spots?

-Si, seor, but I lose all my money.

Come on.

Check the card game.

Okay, all bets. Hands off the table.

Come on, there. Come on.

- I'm gonna let mine ride.

- What about that?

Light, Mac?

Thanks.

All right, move around, everybody.

If you're not shooting,

get away from the table.

Let the betters in. All right, let the dice go.

- And he's coming out.

- Come on dice, get hot.

- And he went away

with a four-trey.

It's not your night, bud. Next shooter.

Come on, now,

give me something on the field.

You can't go wrong with the big six

or the big eight!

And don't overlook that

ever loving any-craps. It's overdue, men.

- $20, he don't hit.

- You got a bet, Mister.

Coming out,

the big miss, box cars.

All right, take the inside

and pay the outside.

Double up after craps, men.

One good one makes up

for all the bad ones.

You might as well be broke

as not have enough.

All right, here we go.

Let the piece ride.

I'm still saying he can't do it.

Make him

eat those words, Mister.

And another $20.

There they go

and he's got nine for a number.

He makes nine for all the money.

- 3-to-2, you can't not.

- I'll take 50-to-25 I make it.

No bet. It's a 3-to-2 wager.

I'll cover that.

All right, boys. Come on, now.

Give me something on the field.

And the shooter's coming out

on a gravy train.

That devil jumped up.

He went away with seven.

Take the inside, pay the outside.

You wanted me to tell you

when it was 10:
30, fellow.

- All right.

- All right.

- All right, let the dice go.

- No more bets.

Come on, dice. Get hot.

- And he went away

with a four-trey.

Four-trey.

And we're coming out

with a brand new shooter.

Don't overlook the field, men.

Can't go wrong with a

big six and a big eight.

Can somebody give me something for

that every loving, no-craps?

It's overdue, men.

- Who's that guy, just came in?

- I don't know, some tourist. Why?

I don't know. Gives me the willies.

He just don't smell right to me.

So long, Diaz.

Next shooter coming up.

- What's your hurry, fellow?

- Do you mind?

For a guy who did all right, you seem to

be in too much of a hurry.

- Is there a law against it?

- Maybe.

Who sent you here, fellow?

Diaz, the cab driver.

Okay, fellow.

Okay, wise guy.

You found me. Now what?

What's eating you?

You've been giving me

the fish eye all night.

You better see a doctor, Mac.

You're in bad shape.

I ain't that sick.

Then stop imagining things.

Get some rest.

- Who is it?

- A man downstairs to see you.

Look, you tell that guy...

Now, you and I are gonna have a little talk.

You a cop?

That's to teach you manners.

I'm the guy that drove a florist truck.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Take a good look, Pete.

You're looking at the patsy who was

framed for the kill.

You got the wrong guy.

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