Picture Snatcher Page #2

A fireman saved my mother and father.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, sure. I'm gonna give you a break.

You guys saved us a lot of money.

Gonna treat you the same way.

- Uh, how about that chair?

- Oh, how do I know?

She bought it. My wife.

- Now she's dead and I...

- Call it $ 10.

- How much for the bed?

- I don't want nothing for that.

- Don't be a sap. You'll take something.

- I told you, I don't want nothing for it.

Oh.

Well, the total is $2775.

Go outside, sit down. You look tired. I'll

look. See if I can make it three grand.

I'll go in the other room

and watch those reporters.

They're not gonna spread our picture

on the front page for people to laugh at.

- I'll kill them, that's what I'll do.

- Yeah.

- I'll kill them.

- A pleasure.

- I'll see you on the way out.

- Yeah.

All set. An even three grand.

Yeah, well, if you're finished,

leave me alone.

Sure sorry to bother you at a time

like this, but it's for your own good.

Yeah, a lot of good

money'll do me now.

I'm even afraid to go back

to the firehouse.

I was always bragging to the boys

what a wonderful little wife I had.

Yeah.

I know how you feel.

Boys, look.

What's your name

in case I wanna see you?

Jones. Johnny K. Jones.

That heel's got something.

I'm going after him. Hey.

Hey, what do you got?

A yen to smack you on the kisser.

Come on, be a good sport.

Split it with us, will you?

Sure, I'll split it wide open.

Get him, come on.

Get him.

Come on, you rascal.

Graphic News, beat it. Quick.

Hey.

- You're a credit to Sing Sing.

- I grabbed that picture. It was a pipe.

Mr. Grover may turn you loose

in the galleries of Europe.

- He'd like to have you lift the Mona

Lisa. - None of your high-brow wisecracks.

You've shown unusual enterprise.

I'm gonna give you a chance,

20 a week, starting today.

Careful, you'll knock the lad over

with generosity.

I don't care about the dough.

I want a job on a newspaper.

Report to Photographic. They issue

a pocket camera, keep it with you.

Grab everything in sight that's hot.

Things that the public would wanna see.

Yeah, sure. Thanks very much.

But, you know, I feel kind of sorry

for that poor fireman.

But after all,

I gotta make an honest living.

Danny.

Thanks for myself.

- You know what I mean.

- Aw, forget it.

You're the first guy ever gave me a chance

to do anything on the level. You're my pal.

Hey, come here, everybody.

Got something I wanna tell you.

- Got a new man on staff.

Solves the unemployment problem.

I know, we don't usually do this,

but I want you to lay off this fellow.

Don't pull any cub stunts like sending him

to the ink room to get fingerprinted.

He's been fingerprinted.

He might not like it.

Don't send him to Jersey on false alarms,

he's been there on real ones.

In other words, he's tough.

That's all. Back to your work, slaves.

Can you imagine that guy?

- Pop explained it to you?

- Mm-hm.

- Works just like a gun, trigger and all.

Hey, Kean.

Duck, quick, the fireman's looking for you

and he's got a rod.

Duck this way, hurry up.

Hey, you. Wait a minute.

What did I tell you? You're mistaken.

We have no reporter named Johnny Jones.

That guy was from some other paper.

Just pulling a fast one on you.

I want the yellow rat that stole

that picture off my bedroom wall.

- I'm telling you he was from another paper.

- He's on this paper.

One of the fellows outside told me.

And when I lay my eyes on him,

I'm gonna fill him full of lead.

I got a wife, mister.

Yeah, I had one too.

I know, old man. Tough break.

Didn't your parents

ever explain things to you?

Shh, shh.

Pipe down. The fire department's burning.

See, he isn't anywhere around here.

My name's Allison. Sob sister.

Feminine photos deluxe on all scandals.

Glad to know you, Allison.

You must come and see me some time.

What do you wanna kill a man for

anyway?

I got plenty of trouble as it is.

Killing won't bother me.

You know, you're too good-looking

to be shot.

- You think so?

- For no particular reason...

...I think I'll take charge of you.

You're the warden.

Keep in step, bedroom eyes.

I knew a guy once who was nuts

about Ping-Pong.

Trying to make this girl learn.

Couldn't play.

- What did he do?

- Got her.

Ooh!

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?

- I hurt you, kid?

- I don't wanna play anymore.

I mean, uh, Ping-Pong.

Gee, I like you.

- Yeah?

- Mm-hm.

Most men start by holding my hand

and telling me how lonesome they are.

Then they talk about love.

Dress it up with a lot of fancy words.

I've got too much vitality for that.

- You've got vitality too.

- Sure.

They start playing hard to get,

I give them the go-by.

Too many girls

with that vitality business around.

Maybe it's an accident.

- You owe me 90 cents.

- Shall I wait for you, Mac?

Good night.

It's Mac. Turn off the lights, Danny.

Well, put them out, go on.

Keep quiet. Maybe he'll think there's

nobody home. He always forgets his key.

- I didn't know this is Mac's spot.

- Keep still, will you?

- I don't two-time pals.

- Oh, he'll go away.

What do you want with me

when you got a swell guy?

Don't talk

about broken-down newspapermen.

- What do you mean broken-down?

- I'm fed up with him.

He's got more money coming

than the mint.

- Coming?

- Sure, didn't he tell you?

An uncle died. Left 54 million bucks.

Made in Asian diamond mines.

- Only three relatives left to split it up.

- Hmm.

The hat.

- Is there a back way out of here?

- No.

- That's the only way out.

- Where's the fire escape?

- By the bedroom window. Come on.

- I'll see you around, sister.

Hello, Mac,

I was in bed thinking about you.

May I join you or am I intruding?

Ohh. Mmm.

McLEAN:

You're doing very well.

I'll raise you to 40 a week. Grover's

satisfied you got the right stuff.

He ought to be.

Nobody gets the pictures I get.

Just make the assignment tough.

I love it.

Yeah?

Okay, send them up.

Here's a tough one for you.

The university class in journalism,

we get a visit once a month.

Rule of the sheet. The new man

shows them around, sort of an initiation.

That's tough enough.

All right, you guys, screw.

Find someplace else

to park your things.

Screw, boys.

Let's go.

You know, Professor Standing says

that the things we'll see here...

...are the things in journalism not to do.

Professor Standing says

that this newspaper...

...is a filthy blot on the escutcheon

of American writing.

- Professor Stand...

- Shh. They're liable to hear you.

Pardon me, but could you tell us

which one is the city editor?

You see, we're from university

and we'd like to see the city editor.

- I guess you mean Mr. McLean.

Is that his name?

Mm-hm.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thanks.

McLEAN:

Ah.

Our future crusaders of clean American

journalism. How do you do?

- I'm Patricia Nolan, Mr. McLean.

We'd like... McLEAN: I know.

Just a minute. Danny?

Oh, Danny.

Here's Mr. Kean.

One of our star reporters.

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