Panic in the Streets Page #10

bring him here. He's gonna get you well.

- Ain't gonna get well.

- Sure you're gonna get well.

- I'm gonna die.

- Oh, you ain't gonna die.

- I want to confess, please.

- You'll confess later.

- Get me a priest!

- You don't need a priest. You need a doctor.

I'm getting you one.

You're gonna get well.

Will you stop?

Stop aggravating him, will you?

What's this?

I don't know.

I didn't see it when I come in.

- Let's get out of here.

- Let him confess everything to the priest?

- I'm gonna get out of here!

- You're not going anyplace!

Not till Poldi tells us.

Blackie, you ain't gonna...

I ain't gonna what?

Let's get this straight, just between us.

What did Kochak bring in?

- Take it easy.

- Don't know. It's just...

- I don't know.

- Oh, you know. You talked to him in that lingo.

- I don't know nothing.

- Where is it, Poldi?

It must be lying

around someplace.

It must be worth a fortune

the way they're looking for who killed him.

I got the connections.

I can move that stuff.

- We'll split it, me and you.

- I want a priest, please.

- What did you do with it?

- Please, I want a priest. Kochak, three aces...

- He's getting delirious.

- He ain't delirious.

- He's hysterical!

- He ain't hysterical! Where's the stuff, Poldi?

Your brother Vince,

Poldi, is a nice kid.

You don't want him

to grow up here.

If you had some dough, you could buy him

and your old lady a place in the country.

Country's good for kids,

makes them healthy.

Be good for you too, Poldi.

You gotta get well.

You're sick, Poldi, very, very sick,

and you ain't gonna get well in this dump.

I got a doc coming. He's a specialist,

but he's gonna cost dough...

...a lot of dough.

Now, where's the stuff, Poldi?

What did you do with it?

- What did Kochak bring?

- All right, all right, all right!

- We're gonna be friends.

- What's going on here?

How did you people

get in this room?

- Get off that bed.

- Who sent for you?

- Let's get out of here.

- What are you doing here anyway?

- Are you members of the family?

- We're his best friends.

- Well, clear out of here.

- Don't do that.

This man's got to be taken

to a hospital immediately.

- He ain't going to no hospital.

- It just happens I've already reported the case.

An ambulance

is on its way over.

Well, you can just send it back,

because he ain't going to no hospital.

His family have already agreed

to hospitalization.

I brung the doc.

- Good morning, all.

- How is he, miss?

He's a very sick man.

High fever, Doctor.

- Uh-huh.

- Oh.

- Hot, very hot.

- Fine.

Rapid pulse, respiration

difficult and uneven.

- I phoned the hospital for an ambulance.

They're on their way. - Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

He's gonna stay here. That's why

we got the doc. Now, tell her, Doc.

- But if the nurse says we...

- Oh, Vince, you don't want Poldi...

...lying around some charity ward, do you,

with some intern working on him?

I had an aunt once went to the hospital.

She never come out.

- Oh, now, that's all right, son. We'll take care of him.

- Doc...

Probably just a touch of malarial fever.

We'll have him on his feet in...

But, Doctor, his respiration.

He can barely breathe.

It's probably some pulmonary complications.

Now, there's no need to excite the family.

- Yes, sir. I'm sorry. But don't you think a hospital...

- You know these people.

- Very superstitious.

- Well, yes, but...

And if you take the patient

without permission...

All right, Doctor.

- We can't force treatment on you, but if you'll take my advice...

- Doc?

That'll be all.

Thank you, Nurse.

- Just escort the young lady downstairs,

will you, son?

Shouldn't have done it.

Shouldn't have done it.

- This man's in very bad shape.

- Just fix him up so he can talk. Give him a shot of something.

It's gonna take more than

a shot to make him talk.

- Well, whatever it is, give it to him.

- He needs an oxygen tent.

- He'd be better off going to a hospital.

- He ain't going to no hospital.

- You better fix him up now, Doc.

- I tell you he needs an oxygen tent.

- Send out for some.

- Unfortunately, I am persona non grata...

- in most of the medical supply houses.

- What?

Now, look, it's important for Poldi to talk to us,

Doc. Very important. You understand me?

Well, there's a little private place

that I have access to.

- It's rather an expensive proposition.

- Never mind that.

- We'll take care of that. How do we get him out of here?

- If you can lift that mattress...

...and get him down to my car,

we'll take care of him right now.

All right, let's go.

- It's on the third floor, Doctor, up those stairs.

- Right.

Thanks for reporting it.

I think you'd better wait down here.

- All right, hold it.

- Out of the way, bub! We got a sick man here!

- I'm a doctor. I want to take a look at him.

- We got our own doctor.

- Get out of the way.

- Isn't his name Poldi? Put him down. I want to see.

Get out of the way!

Poldi! Poldi!

I think his back's broken.

- Hey, Officer! They've stolen my truck! They've stolen my truck!

- Okay. All right, all right!

- Hey, Officer...

- They just killed Poldi!

- What?

- Danny, Gafney! Quarantine the whole place!

They've stolen my truck!

They've stolen my truck.

Captain Warren to headquarters.

Signal 50, coffee warehouse.

Captain Warren to headquarters.

Signal 50, coffee warehouse. Come on, Reed.

Look, you two guys go over that way.

Cover the roof of the building.

You go out for help.

Whoa, there.

Stay right down here and post yourself.

Block the inside.

Come on!

They kicked in the skylight and got through.

- Put a line up around here right away. Now get going.

- Right away.

Hi, Tom. Got the emergency squads working.

The riot trucks are comin' in.

Hiya, Blackie! Well, well.

Look what drifted back.

- Hiya, Pete.

- Where you been hidin', fella?

- Ain't seen you in a dog's age.

- Oh, I've been around.

Yeah. A lot of the boys been asking for you.

You figuring on coming back to work here?

Nah, not me.

I've had enough of this stuff.

- Say, when's that fruit boat sailing?

- The Honduras?

Late this afternoon.

She's unloaded already.

Say, you ain't figuring on signing on,

are you? She's got a full crew.

- Well, I'll try her anyway. Take it easy, Pete.

- Yeah, Blackie.

Be good.

If you can't be good, be careful.

Get 'em, get 'em!

- Hold those guys, Pete!

- They mean you, Blackie.

Get 'em, get 'em!

Hold 'em, Pete!

Don't start no trouble now,

Blackie. I, uh...

We'll start at opposite ends

of the building and work...

- Captain, they just shot a watchman in the warehouse.

- That's it. Let's go.

- Start issuing rifles, submachine guns. Get going.

- We can't have those men shot.

- They're no good to us dead.

- No shooting? What are we supposed to do, play tag?

- Who is this guy anyway?

- Come on, Danny. Let me give you a rundown on this.

I don't need no rundown.

These are armed hoodlums.

- I've got one man dead and two wounded already.

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