Lady Killer Page #3

- On the level, Duke.

I didn't tell them nothing, honest.

Stay where you are. Keep your seats.

Remain quiet. Come on, boys.

The coppers are crashing the joint,

they're busting in now.

- So you didn't squeal, huh?

- Duke...

Please.

Well, come on, let's get out of here.

What are you waiting for?

That mug's been walking up and down

outside of here for the last five minutes.

Looks like a copper to me.

He couldn't be a cop.

His feet aren't flat enough.

Besides, who knows we're in Chicago?

There's always the telegraph, dumbbell.

Listen, here.

You pay the check.

I'll meet you at Dearborn Street Station

in a half-hour.

I'll see if I can shake this guy.

She has the check.

Come on. Come on.

Spill it, what's on your mind?

Could you let me have a dime

for a cup of coffee?

Here's a buck,

buy yourself a percolator.

Thanks, mister.

I had you sized up for a regular guy

when I spotted you in the restaurant.

Yeah, yeah.

All aboard. All aboard.

Huh.

An awful lot of places to go.

- Wanna go to Europe?

- That's out.

You can't get out of this country

without paying your income tax.

Mm. That income tax.

I wish I had a piece of that racket.

- Hey, what about Florida?

- Uh-uh.

Too many hurricanes.

Blow you right out of bed.

Wake up in the morning

and find a boat in your lap.

Ah. California.

"Land of eternal sunshine. Ideal

climate, year round. No fog. No rain. "

- Let's go out there and get sunburned.

- Let's see what else they've got.

Aha. "Sunkist oranges, lemons, prunes,

figs, grapefruit... "

Uh-huh. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I got an idea.

Let's try a little roulette.

"Los Angeles. " Ha-ha-ha.

I crown you.

And away we go.

Sunny California, huh?

This looks like way down east.

This is unusual weather, sir.

Mighty unusual weather.

Just a high fog.

- That's all?

- I read where it never rains out here...

...but they sometimes have nine

or 10 feet of dew.

Here. Here's four bits.

Split it between you.

- Check those bags, will you?

- Yes. Thank you.

- Don't forget me, son.

- I won't forget you.

Uh-oh.

There's a couple of d*cks

looking for somebody.

Here, here, take this and scram.

And check in at the Alexandria Hotel.

I'll see you there. Go ahead.

Just a minute.

- Your name Quigley?

- Yeah.

- How do you like Los Angeles?

- Ha-ha.

Should be swell if it ever stops raining.

Well, we're on the city

reception committee.

The chief asked us to meet you,

kind of a little welcome.

- Sorry we haven't got a band.

- Oh, that's all right.

I hate music. What's the beef?

Well, the chief would like to have

a talk with you.

Hope you don't mind riding

in an open car.

Why, no, not at all.

Got an extra pair of oars?

Here, driver. I'm getting out here.

- Myra, what are you doing here?

- Ducking the cops, same as you.

- Where's Dan?

- They grabbed him at the station.

- Got him for a few questions.

- Yeah?

They're wise out here already?

That's not so good.

- How'd you squirm out of New York?

- Jumped bail.

Beat it by plane. Just got here.

Things are plenty hot back home.

What's your reason

for coming to Los Angeles?

Oh, just globetrotting.

Conditions a little bit unhealthy

back east, eh?

Yeah, my asthma was bothering me.

So I thought I'd run out here and get some

of this nice California sunshine of yours.

I have a wire from New York authorities

requesting us to hold you in custody...

...pending the outcome

of an investigation.

- What's the charge?

- Suspicion of grand larceny.

You'll never make it stick.

I haven't done a thing.

That's not the question. Lock him up.

Now, listen, sugar...

...I've never steered you wrong before.

They got Dan sewed up.

Now, you stay away from that guy

or the cops will grab you too.

What'll we do?

Beat it out of the country.

Duke and Smiley are in Montreal.

The quickest getaway for us is Mexico.

- How much dough have you got?

- Fifty-five hundred.

Oh, but that belongs to Dan.

Oh, forget that chump.

If the cops grab us, they'll lock us up

and throw the key away.

Now, listen, kid,

we can take that money...

...and go down to Mexico City

and have a swell time.

No cops, no worries.

Just you and me

lapping up good liquor all the time.

Going to bullfights.

We might even take a trip to South America

if we get tired of the tamales.

What do you say?

Hello? That you, Myra?

Yeah. I'm still in the can.

Yeah, they're holding me

on a trumped-up larceny charge.

I've got a mouthpiece here

who can spring me if I put up bond.

Yeah, it's gonna take 5 grand.

You hop in a cab

and bring that dough down here, will you?

- Mm-hm, all of it.

- All right, honey. Uh...

Just a minute. It's Dan.

We can't run out on him.

He needs the money for bail.

You're off your nut. You take my advice

and stay away from that guy.

- You go there, they'll grab you too.

- Shh.

Hello. Oh...

- What's the mat...?

- Hello, Dan.

I just happened to think, if I show my

face down there they'll put me in too.

Maybe you're right. Well, listen, I'll

send my lawyer over for it right away.

Have it ready for him, will you?

Yeah, right away. All right.

Listen, go over to the Alexan... Uh...

The Alexandria Hotel and ask for Myra Gale.

- She's got the dough.

- Okay.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Give me one of your cards.

- Is that him?

- Yeah.

All right, go ahead, quick. Oh...

All right.

Hello, Quigley?

That girl you sent me here to see,

she ain't here.

- What do you mean?

- The clerk tells me she checked out...

...just a few minutes ago.

Yes, with her boyfriend.

- It's all your fault.

- Wait a minute.

Take him back and let him cool off.

Sorry.

You're pretty lucky.

New York couldn't quite

get the goods on you.

I told you that in the first place.

What are you gonna do when you walk

out of here? Got any money?

Oh, I'm all right.

Besides, I've got a job promised.

I'll give you just 48 hours to get that job.

And if you haven't got one

by that time...

...you better get out of town.

Yeah, and if you're picked up

on the street after that...

...we'll run you in as a vag.

That'll mean 30 days in the tank.

Now you've got your tip, so run along.

Come on, let's take a look in there.

- Look. You see that guy over there?

- Yeah.

Get him.

Hey. Hey, you.

Hey, wait. Hey, I wanna talk to you.

Grab him.

Here, here, wait a minute.

What's your hurry?

I wasn't in any hurry.

I just didn't see you, that's all.

What's your name? Where do you live?

Danny Deaver.

- It's all right. We wanna talk to this guy.

- Who are you?

I'm from the National Studios

in Hollywood.

- Oh, yeah.

- We're looking for types.

New faces,

tough guys for a gangster picture.

Do you want a job?

- Doing what?

- Acting in pictures.

- Who're you trying to rib?

- Do you want it or don't you?

- Well, what's in it?

- Three bucks a day and a box lunch.

- I'm on.

- Okay.

Be at the National Studios

at 7:
00 tomorrow morning.

Give this slip to the casting director.

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