On Dangerous Ground

What's that for?

Just good night.

Oh, Pete, I don't like being alone.

- Pete?

- Goodbye.

- Pete.

- Goodbye.

Thanks, mother.

- Arena. Bostwick.

- Here.

- Kellogg.

- Here.

- Car 401. Connelly.

- Here.

- Fontana. Lanahan.

- Here.

- Car 402. Finley.

- Here.

- Brustow. Wright.

- Here.

Car 403.

- Santos. Wilson.

- Here.

- Yeah.

- Wilson. Daly. Car 405.

- Kelly. Raymond.

- Here.

- Yates. Car 404.

- Here.

Hi, Bill.

- Rooney. Carlson.

- Here.

Young. Car 406.

I don't suppose you've forgotten...

...but, just in case...

...it's been two weeks since

Sergeant Edmunds was shot to death...

...in the gas station

at 103rd and Craig Streets.

Two weeks.

That's a long time.

That's a long time for

a couple of cop killers...

...to be running around loose.

I know you're trying.

Try harder.

Check your circulars.

Recheck all your sources of information.

The names, in case some

of you might not remember...

...are Mushy Castro and Gordy Miller.

Thanks, Captain Brawley.

Crimes reported within

the last 12 hours:

On an ADW at 12:
30, Victor Craig...

Four-oh-two. Four-oh-two.

Check with 78-B.

- Who's booking tonight?

- It's Jim's turn.

Car 405. Testing.

One, two, three, four, five.

Four-oh-five, roger.

Car 401. Car 401.

Pearson Clothing Store, 2121 Sterling,

held up by a man in brown felt hat...

...gray gabardine coat,

armed with a blue-nosed revolver.

Repeat.

Pearson Clothing Store, 2121 Sterling.

Let's pull around to Gatos'.

Eighty-seven. Eighty-seven.

Jim. Hey, Jim.

Remember me? Lucky?

- How you doing, Lucky?

- I ain't doing good.

I ain't feeling good. I've been sick.

I ain't been feeling good. I've been sick.

That's too bad, Lucky.

The fuzz.

I had one of my spells.

My heart was pounding.

I thought for sure I was gonna die.

Mighty lucky to be around.

Yes, sir, mighty lucky.

Hello, junior.

How's about buying me a drink?

I'm all dry.

How old are you?

Old enough.

Disgraceful.

My blood ain't as strong as it used to be.

What I need is a tonic, I guess.

Serve drinks to juveniles,

you get into trouble.

How many times do I have to tell you?

What do you want? Every dame

comes in here, look at her teeth?

Hey, look at my teeth.

Get the kid out of here.

Hey, you. Get out of here.

How you doing, Lucky?

No news, Jim. Honest. No news.

You've been kind of quiet.

I'd tell you, Jim.

You know I'd tell you if I heard anything.

Hey, Jim.

How are you, Jim?

Where you been keeping yourself?

You haven't been around.

I haven't seen you.

I was hoping you'd come in.

Remember that horse you bet?

She paid off.

Look, you won.

I didn't bet any horse.

Thank you, Mr. Daly.

Didn't have any luck?

There's a guy asking to get closed up.

Take it easy.

Five. Twenty-five.

- Matter with your shoulder, Pop?

- Hurt it.

Next time you hit a guy,

don't throw it all in one punch.

- I got this digging.

- What have you been digging?

Digging in the garden

in back of my garage.

- Putting in more roses.

- More roses.

Body reported seen earlier this evening.

Described as female, white, 5'4"...

...age 30, red hair. Help the search.

Hey, there's a redhead.

Yeah, but she's alive.

Four-oh-five, a holdup.

Jerry's Liquor Store, Sixth and Hollister.

Suspect described as male,

white, age around 20, height 5'11 ".

Wearing brown felt hat, gabardine coat,

armed with blue-nosed revolver.

Sounds like a repeat.

Four-oh-five. What was the color

of that suspect's coat?

Four-oh-five, suspect's coat was gray.

- What's the big idea?

- What's your name?

Charley, Charley Dobbins. Why?

- You're running.

- What's wrong with running?

I was at the office. My wife called

and told me to get home in a hurry.

- What's the idea?

- Nothing on him.

There was a holdup.

You fit the description.

I was running. I didn't hold up nobody.

- All right, you can go now.

- Sorry we roughed you up.

Dumb cops.

Dumb cops. I was only running.

- Tough, ain't they?

- Yeah. Who do they think they are?

I was only running.

That's nothing to get sore about.

Pete, you drive. Go on, sit in back, Pop.

Four-oh-five.

Jerry's Liquor Store holdup,

still checking.

Four-oh-five, roger.

- How's your shoulder, Pop?

- Feels worse.

Let's run over to Doc Hyman's.

Let him take a look.

Hey.

How about bringing me

one of Doc's specials, with the nuts on top?

Okay.

Hi, fellas. Join me in a bellyache?

Doc, take a look at Pop's shoulder,

will you?

Been digging too many roses.

Pete wants one of your specials.

- What would you like?

- Nothing.

- What's the matter with your shoulder?

- Muscles feel all bunched up.

Look. Young blood. Careful, Hazel.

Your boyfriend finds out...

That's all he'd need to know.

Me going out with a cop.

You strained a couple of ligaments.

Don't jump like that!

I'll unsprain the ligaments.

Take your shirt off.

Here, Pop, you dropped something.

Thanks.

My boy says they still talk about

the way you played football, Jim.

Yeah?

Helen said to ask you

over for Sunday dinner.

- Sunday?

- Yeah.

Said she's forgotten what you look like.

She says...

Keeps asking what's with you?

What is with you, Jim?

Nothing's with me. Why?

If you don't wanna talk,

you gotta talk sometime to somebody.

What are you saving it for?

Have to mix up a new batch.

Won't be a minute.

Take your shirt off.

News!

News!

News!

I'm going outside.

- Boy, that Hazel in there...

- You better go in and get your special.

- 3217 Blake Street.

- Okay.

Neighbor's complaint.

A drunk singing, disturbing the peace.

- Hi, Pete.

- Hi, cutie.

Hey.

Hey, what's the matter with Jim?

Acts like he's sore or something.

He's sore, all right.

All we ever see is crooks, murderers,

winos, stoolies, dames.

All with an angle.

You get so you think

everybody's like that.

Till you find out different,

it's kind of a lonely life.

I've had to put up with it. So did you.

He just takes it harder

than the rest of us.

He's getting tougher to work with.

- Hello, Gobbini.

- Hello, Mr. Wilson.

- How you doing?

- I've been waiting for you.

- Selling any papers?

- Sell a few.

What's the news?

- Bernie Tucker. You know Bernie Tucker?

- No.

You know Mushy Castro.

What about Castro?

He's a friend of Bernie Tucker.

Gordy Miller. Another friend. Bad boys.

Know where we can find Tucker?

He's a friend this little girl.

That's all I know.

You talk with this girl, Myrna.

Maybe she tell you where he is...

...this Bernie Tucker.

Thank you.

Okay, Gobbini.

Thank you, Mr. Wilson. Thank you.

Thirty-one. Thirty-one-J. Clear.

- What does Doc say?

- Sprained ligament. I gotta get heat on it.

You're going home. Tell Communications

to get his wife on the phone.

Four-oh-five. Tell Bill Daly's wife

to roll over. He's coming home.

Four-oh-five, roger.

- Hop in, Pop. We'll take you home.

- No. I'll take a cab. See you Sunday.

How about it, Jim?

I'll let you know.

Okay.

Seven kids.

What a mob to come home to.

Nine in my family.

My old lady's always complaining.

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