Panic in the Streets Page #11

- I know.

Blackie, I can't go any further.

We can't get out of here.

- We got to quit.

- You ain't quittin', Fitch. I'm gettin' on that fruit boat.

Okay, if that's the way it is, starve them out

or use gas, but I ain't taking responsibility.

Gas? With a half a million dollars'

worth of coffee? Are you...

Where's Reed? Reed?

You two men! Listen to me.

I've got something

to tell you.

Keep going, down by that manhole.

Keep going.

Poldi had plague!

I can't... I can't...

- Shut up!

- Do you hear me?

Poldi had plague!

Listen! Poldi had plague!

I'm a doctor.

I can cure you.

- It's your only chance.

- Blackie, he had plague. Look how he looked.

You touched him. I touched him too.

Maybe he's right.

- Maybe we got the plague.

- Shut up.

I'm a doctor, and I can cure you.

It's your only chance.

Come out now and surrender,

and I promise nothing'll happen to you.

It's gotta be here.

Get these sacks off.

Reed!

Reed!

Where's the other man?

All right, come on.

Get out of there.

Come on. Move it!

Aah! Ow!

Get off. Get off!

Ow!

I give up! I give up!

Ow!

- I'll tell you anything you want!

- It's just a flesh wound.

- Al, Bushway, get him out of here.

- Come on!

- Where's the other one?

- Went along those straits.

- Come on, fat boy. On your feet.

- You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Let's go.

Captain, Captain!

- Captain, there he is!

- Oh, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it.

He ain't goin' no place.

All right, Leo.

All right.

Now we've got

to fish him out.

Hey, I almost forgot

to tell you.

They found that case of perfume under the sink

in Poldi's tenement. No customs stamps.

- Perfume?

- Yeah.

- Is it worth anything?

- Oh, about two or three hundred bucks.

- Why, do you want a bottle?

- No, thanks. Not today.

Car 17, car 17.

Thirty-seven at 23rd and Katina.

Dog barking.

- Back to the grind again, huh?

- A barking dog. They got a lot to worry about...

- Sending a squad car out...

- What are you getting so tough about?

I don't know.

So long, Clint.

Keep me in mind, will you?

Right, Captain. So long.

- Hello there, Doctor.

- Oh, hello there, Redfield. How are you?

- All right.

- Good.

Say, Tommy tells me you haven't

been around in a couple of days.

You ought to spend some time with that boy.

He's a great kid.

- Yeah. Well, been kind of busy.

- Your own son comes first, you know.

- I'll get to work on it.

- Say, by the way, ought not leave this out either.

- Wood rots, you know.

- Thanks.

- Okay.

- In a wild chase during which...

...one man was killed

and the other captured.

As a result, Dr. Mackey

of the Board of Health...

...has been able to issue a bulletin that

all contacts have been found and inoculated.

Sounds like Mackey's got things

under control.

He's a good man.

Turn it off.

- Hi, honey.

- Hi. Anything new around here?

- Not a thing.

- Hmm.

- What's that?

- Just a bill from the cleaners.

Uniforms.

Thought I forgot,

didn't you?

What a mushy dame.

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