Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye Page #8

You don't know Father.

Suppose I refuse to have

the marriage annulled?

What will he do then?

He could make you wish

you never saw the city.

He could make you wish

you'd never been born.

I've seen him do it before

to others in politics,

in business, in everything.

Well, we'll face that

when we come to it.

Now, you go on and get

yourself some sleep, hmm?

Goodnight, darling.

Now, this merely states

that from now and hereafter

you renounce all

claims on the estates

of Ezra and

Margaret Dobson.

Would you like

me to read it?

No.

Before you sign it,

you have a legal right

to know exactly

what it contains.

I'll sign it.

Is that all I have to sign?

Yes.

To compensate you

for your trouble

here's a certified

check for $25,000.

I don't want that

money, Mr. Dobson.

I regret this

whole affair

just as much

as you do

and as much as

Margaret does.

It was thoughtless

and childish of both of us

and for my part, I'm sorry.

And I'm sure Margaret is, too.

Good day, sir.

Good-bye, Margaret.

The marriage

certificate.

That's the seventh stop.

Yeah, seven little satchels,

all getting filled with money.

What's your guess

on how much money?

Plenty. Rohmer will take a bet

on any track in the country.

We've been tailing them

for two hours already.

Keep this up

much longer

they're a cinch

to get wise to us.

Oh, they've been

doing this so long

they've gotten fat,

cocky, and careless.

We couldn't

tip them off

if we sat on the roof

of their car.

Yeah, Rohmer's got

the bookie business cornered.

There's probably $25,000

or more in those satchels.

Want me to hang on?

No, we've seen enough,

haven't we?

There's our gimmick-

why don't we use it?

You mean you're going

to steal a squad car?

Let's go see Weber.

This is it.

I thought we were going

to Weber's office.

This seems

to be one of them.

How many does he have?

Right now

I couldn't tell you.

Howdy.

I hope this didn't

put you out too much.

No, you didn't

put us out.

Sit down.

Thanks.

Sit down, Jinx.

Now, Cherokee, what is

this big idea of yours

that you can't tell me

about on the telephone?

Uh, before telling you, Charlie,

I want you to know

that we haven't gone off

half cocked on this.

It's dangerous,

but we can handle it.

If the Inspector

will cooperate.

What is it, a heist?

Yeah.

Who?

Rohmer's collectors.

Rohmer's collectors?

What made you pick them?

They carry a

lot of money.

Now, look, you try

anything like that

and you're going to get

this whole town shot up.

You might just as well

forget about it right now.

There will not be

any shooting, as such.

I guarantee it.

How are you going to

do it, hypnotize them?

With your help, yes.

What kind of help?

A policeman's

uniform.

A po... Oh, this is

a very funny boy.

Yeah, he's a comic.

Listen here, Cherokee.

This may come

as a surprise to you

but I've got a deal with Rohmer.

What's going to happen

when his collectors tell him

they've been stuck up by cops?

Who do you think

he's going to come to?

Why, he won't be satisfied

till I put every cop

on the force

in the show-up for him.

There may be some excuse

for this guy not using his head.

There's no excuse

for you not using yours.

Inspector, his collectors

won't be around

to tell him anything.

Three guys

disappearing all of a sudden

must leave some kind of an echo.

An echo is

not evidence.

They will just disappear

and Rohmer will think

they've blown with his dough.

Would you mind

telling me

where you plan to stash

three bodies and a car?

We'll find a place.

Hey, I know

of an abandoned quarry

out on the old

Holt Turnpike.

It's full of water,

and 100 feet deep.

Shut up!

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Look, I know what

Rohmer's daily take is.

He pays me off on

the basis of it.

It's 20 grand, and three men for 20 grand

is a little bit

too much to...

As long as you're going

to prorate this

don't leave out

the car they'll be in.

That has

to disappear, too.

And a shiny new car

is worth more

than all those three mugs

put together.

What kind of a job

do you think we came up here

to tell you about-

a neighborhood drugstore,

a gas station

or snatching

some old woman's purse?

Well, that's more

in your line!

A swell-headed hood

talking about killing

people and everything else!

A swell-headed hood, am I?

That was where you made your

original mistake, thinking that.

That's how you

got caught in the ringer.

What do Rohmer's men

mean to me?

I don't worry about them

any more than you do

shaking down a guy and then

shooting him in the back

to keep him

from singing.

Listen you, all of you!

Stop acting stupid.

Your boss sees you;

you're a hero.

Get this maniac out

of here, Cherokee

or else talk some

sense into him.

All right, all right.

Let's go, Ralph.

Paul.

All right,

come on, Paul.

Wait a minute.

You may come

out, Joseph.

Gentlemen, why don't you

and I try to get along?

Hating my guts shouldn't

make you act like this.

It'll do for the time being.

Well, be that as it

may, let's talk sense.

I don't want to jeopardize your deal

with Rohmer, Inspector, believe me

but this job is

proposed on the basis

of a complete and

perfect disappearance

and all we want from you

is a policeman's uniform.

And for that, you get

a third of the take.

A third?

That's right, a third.

Somebody will

find them sometime.

They'll find

something.

Charlie,

if there were

the slightest chance

of that happening

we wouldn't pull it.

That's fair enough,

isn't it?

Maybe.

Maybe it is.

That's fair enough.

Good-bye, Charlie.

What's the matter

with you?

Maybe it's that uniform.

What's wrong with it?

It's a good fit.

I just don't feel right

sitting here beside it.

Is that all

that's worrying you?

Watch where you're going!

You going to be

all right?

I don't have to like

what I'm doing.

Oh, so that's it?

No, you don't

have to like it

but you better

do it.

And remember,

stick close behind us.

Parking in a loading zone

is a traffic violation.

So what?

Where's your

driver's license?

I don't have any.

Oh... that's also

a violation.

What's your name?

What do you want?

This man's name, I'm going

to write him a ticket.

On your way, Copper.

What's

the beef?

Parking in

a loading zone

and no driver's

license.

We work

for Rohmer, fella.

Well, I'm new

on the force

and I don't know

who Rohmer is

but it wouldn't make

any difference if I did.

You like your job, fella?

You want to keep it?

Thenblow.

Let's go, Rushy.

Hold it.

Why, listen, you-

Sid, don't start

anything

about a

parking ticket.

You know where

headquarters is?

We know, we know.

That's where

we're going.

Go ahead, Rushy.

You take your job

too serious.

Well, we have our orders,

mister.

You're going to get

some new orders.

Rohmer even tells Weber

where to get off.

Shut up, Sid.

Yeah, shut up, Sid.

Oh, don't turn that way, Rushy.

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