Mr. Lucky Page #9

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Well there's something I can do about it.

- There's a policeman downstairs.

- Wait a minute!

I knew we were losing...

but I didn't think it would be this bad.

How did you know?

Joe told me.

Didn't you, Joe?!

That's right.

I've known for the last hour.

- Dorothy you know perfectly well...

- No I don't.

We'd better go down stairs and

make up a story.

Alright boys. Get busy on the boxes. C'mon.

So you tipped off the dame they were

losing, huh?

- Yeah.

- What do you figure the take?

Around 200 G's.

Alright boys, leave the dough on the desk...

get back to the boat.

Gaffer... pay off those extra dealers.

Start moving out the equipment.

C'mon, roll it up. Let's get going.

You roll it up. I trust you.

Knock on door.

Joe.

Don't let her in, Joe!

She might get hurt. Remember this

is your gun.

Joe, let me in please.

Joe I...

Oh, Joe!

I lied because I couldn't live thinking

of you locked up.

But whether I live or die, I can't let

you take that money, Joe.

Get her outta here.

Please, give it to me!

It doesn't belong to either one of us.

Give it to me and get away.

Get her outta here!

Wait a minute. Look...

You just aren't any good, are you!

You never were any good.

I've got to take that money Joe!

- No!

- Joe, let me go!

Now I recognize you, Joe boy.

C'mon, let's scram.

- Open up!

- Open the door!

Open up!

Continued pounding on door and calls

to open the door.

Break it down, boys!

- Miss Bryant!

- Are you alright my dear?

Call an ambulance. Get that man to a

hospital.

Right away sir.

Baby you've got nine lives.

I'll have that slug out of you in a minute.

Here, bite on this.

How do you feel?

Fine, chum!

Hold it!

Mr. Bryant is out madam and Miss

Dorothy isn't...

You needn't bother to announce us

Foster, we'll go right up.

I'm afraid Miss Dorothy won't

see you madam.

Dorothy!

I've been trying to reach you all morning.

We better make some sort of statement

to the newspapers.

Has you seen the morning papers?

Isn't it awful.

- I haven't seen the papers.

- Then you have heard about our freighter...

it was sunk before it even got here.

So even if we had the money, we

couldn't send the supplies.

Poor dear. It's been quite a shock.

Well we better decide what were going

to tell the reports ourselves.

After all, I made the decision to allow

the gambling.

- It's all my fault.

- What can we possibly tell them?

Well we can make a dignified statement.

We were taken in.

Mary, Veronica...

ask the reports to come into the library...

- I'll see them myself, alone.

- Oh, no Dorothy.

This is not your fault. It's all mine.

- I'm just as responsible...

- No you're not.

There's only one thing for me to

do and that's tell the truth.

Ask them to come in, will you.

- Well she's not gonna see them without me!

- Nor me!

Oh Foster, ask the reports to go into

the library.

- Miss Dorothy will see them there.

- Yes madam.

Don't let them in. I want to see

Miss Bryant.

Are you Miss Bryant? No, you wouldn't be.

- Neither would you.

- Miss Bryant's in her room.

- She's not seeing anybody.

- She'll see me. I've got a bundle for her.

- You can leave it with me if you wish.

- Well I don't wish!

I'll give it to her myself. Where's her room?

- Excuse me ladies.

- Just a moment!

- What's this?

- What's it look like.

Yeah, you'd be the one alright.

- This money's for you.

- Wait!

- Wait a minute. Where is he?!

- Where's who?

- Where did you get the money?

- A man in the park asked me to bring it to you.

You're lying to me. Where is Joe?!

Joe? I don't know any Joe.

What did he look like, the man who

gave you the money?

I don't know. Never saw him before

in my life.

Wait a minute!

- What happened Swede?

- Where'd you get that butt?!

- I promoted it off a guy.

- One cough and you'll fill this seat with oatmeal!

- What happened?

- Not a thing.

- Did it go alright?

- Why wouldn't it?

How did she look?

Just like you said, Joe.

That's how she looked.

Hello... Yes?...

But have you checked all the hospitals?

Yes, keep looking.

Now see here Dot. This has got to stop.

You're looking ill.

I know you mean well grandfather,

but please, won't you go away!

And if you did find him, what would you do?

What would I do?

I'd put my arms around him...

and never let go.

Fiddlesticks!

Hello.

Our relief ship is ready to sale. Isn't

it wonderful!

It's the luckiest thing getting that ship. And

the wonderful publicity.

The war relief is the talk of the town.

- Donations are simply pouring in.

- Yeah.

You know Dot, I haven't been feeling

very well lately.

I'm counting on you to go on a

little trip with me down south.

What do you think of that. Palm beach

for instance for a few weeks.

What do you think of it?

- Hi Mr. Bryant. Morning Miss Bryant.

- How do you do.

Well we solved that case for you.

He's dead!

- Who's dead?

- Bascopolous.

He was a wrong guy alright. Look

at that record.

Three years at San Quentin, two at

Leavenworth, five at Sing Sing...

and a whole list of petty violations.

- Oh no...

- What's the matter?

- This isn't...

- That's not Bascopolous? That's him alright!

Me and sam checked our facts with the

coroners office.

We also checked with the captain of

the gambling boat he was on.

We couldn't find the owner. He was missing.

The boat was missing too. But we

finally ran it down.

Over at pier 48 they're loading a ship

called the Briny Marlin...

with medical supplies from this office.

The what?!

What did you say the name of the

ship was?

The Briny Marlin... at least that's

what they call it now.

Where's Joe?

Please tell me where Joe is!

Joe. Take me with you, please darling.

I love you. Please take me with you.

You don't belong with a grifter like me.

You just got some mud on your

dress, that's all.

Give it time. Let it dry.

It'll brush off.

Oh no, Joe. Joe I love you! Please

take me with you!

Joe... Please Joe...

Please Joe!

Good bye, Briny Marlin.

- That was the end of it.

- What happened to the Greek?

Just what he said would happen. He delivered

the stuff then he joined the merchant marines.

Coming back the Briny Marlin drew a dead

heat with a German torpedo.

Funny a guy like him winding up that way.

Can't kill a fella like Joe.

Anyway, we've been home ten days now...

that's why I'm hanging around.

He went up town for a while and

I told him I'd meet him here.

I knew she was gonna be here and I

was kinda hoping.

I see what you mean.

- Hey Swede, where you been?!

- Waiting for you, that's all.

C'mon Joe, the dinghys at the end of

the pier. Let's get back to the ship.

Changed my mind. We're not going

back to the ship tonight.

- Listen Joe...

- C'mon it's our last night ashore...

I've got a cab waiting outside. We're

going uptown.

Okay, Joe.

Hey wait a minute. One of you guys

has got to do something about this.

About what?

You've got a dinghy tied up at the

end of the pier.

It can't stay there. It's against

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