Picture Snatcher Page #5

No, I'll be waiting outside.

Okay.

- Okay.

So long, captain.

- Bye, captain. Bye, keeps.

- Goodbye, Danny. Good luck.

So long.

Good night.

Good night, boys.

Good night, boys.

Everything all right?

- A very orderly group, Nolan.

Thanks for your very fine assistance.

Hand it over.

A camera.

Let's go.

I got him.

Captain, captain.

- Danny Kean had a camera on his leg.

He got a flash of the execution.

He isn't from the Record.

They wouldn't do that.

- He's from Graphic.

- I'll get the police.

There isn't a statute

you can hold him on.

This is my responsibility.

I let him in here, I'll get him.

That picture's published,

it's the last information you'll get.

If you've got sense, you'll stop Danny

before he reaches the city.

Do you hear that, boys?

Are you with me?

Yes. Yes.

All right.

I'll go in the first car, you follow.

Now, listen.

Gene, you'll take the Albany Post Road

through Yonkers.

- Jim, you'll take the

Bronx River Highway. Yeah.

George, you cut through Mount Vernon.

Now get going.

Come on, let's go.

Give it the gas.

That's him ahead. Step on it.

They're gaining. Right on our tail.

Hold everything. Ha-ha-ha.

Turn down that road.

Lost a tire.

We got him.

Keep going as long as you can,

make them chase you. I'm unloading.

So long.

- Chief, Danny Kean got a picture.

- He had a camera strapped to his leg.

- Grabbed it in the room.

- Trying to head him off.

- Why didn't you frisk him?

- Police are watching all roads.

- Watch elevators and subways.

- Head him off.

- Don't let him reach his office.

- Head him off.

We'll check every taxi

within a block of the office.

Get me Circulation.

Get every available man

to try and head off Danny Kean.

There he is.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

McLEAN:

Okay, I'll give it a go in a few minutes.

I can't hold up the edition. How do

we know we're gonna get anything?

Danny never got a picture.

But if he's got it and it's good,

we'll double the circulation.

All right, I'll hold it up

a few minutes longer.

If you ask me, I wouldn't run the picture.

Which do you think is more painful?

Hanging or the electric chair?

I don't know.

In Utah, a man can have his own choice.

Hanging or a firing squad.

Now, in Nevada...

McLEAN:

Shut up, can't you talk of anything else?

This is giving me the jitters too.

If Danny gets a picture,

it will be the scoop of our paper.

Our what?

Come on in there, Danny.

I got it.

- Lock and cover the doors.

Slam anybody that tries to get in.

I told you I'd get it.

- That's what I was afraid of.

- Here.

- I thought I'd die laughing at those cops.

- Save that for later. Give me the camera.

No one's excited over a little picture?

It was a pushover.

You should see the expression

on those cops' faces.

Suppose you have got a picture,

we haven't got the story.

- Remember what happened?

- I'll tell you the works.

Let's get it down on paper.

Come on, Allison, take this down.

Give me a book, quick.

All right, go ahead, Danny.

- Are you all set?

McLEAN:
Go ahead.

All right. This is the way it was.

They hustle us into the death house.

I muscle my way down front,

where I can get a shot of the works.

- Am I talking too fast?

- No.

All right. There it was, right

under my nose, the hot seat.

Everything quiet, in walks two screws,

the dame gonna take the rap for the murder.

They pop her into the chair,

put a hood over her head and strap her in.

One guy throws in the works,

the dame fries.

- It was over...

- Wait, let's see what we've got.

"The witnesses were ushered into the death

chamber. All eyes focused on the chair.

The death-dealing device with which

the state enacts the supreme penalty.

The sound of footsteps is heard.

Everything is tense, they go closer.

The door is open.

On the threshold stood a woman.

A wife, a mother,

to pay with her life...

...for a crime unparalleled

in the annals of history.

The murderer of her lover.

The father of her child. "

Great stuff, Danny.

I always knew I could write.

All I needed was a chance.

He's got it. He's got it.

And it's good.

Everyone shut up.

- We're gonna split this town wide open.

Here, get a plate

and save in the master.

The whole front page

is gonna be that picture.

Kid, for this,

you get a hundred berries a week.

One century on the line every Saturday.

And a bonus of $500.

Five hundred? I thought you said a grand.

I was kidding.

- I wasn't.

No, leave it on me to do the right thing,

will you?

Meantime, you lay low for a couple of

days. I'll handle everything legally.

You better go out through the window...

...and don't forget to lay low.

Keep in touch with Mac.

What's the matter with that guy?

He's right.

The cops can make it plenty tough for you.

It's a cinch they will.

I got it. Allison's going upstate

to cover a story in Syracuse.

You can stay in her apartment

till it blows over. Give him the key.

Mac, telephone.

- Right.

- Thanks for helping me this way, kid.

- Think nothing of it.

- Mac's right. This is plenty serious.

- Aah.

- When do you leave for Syracuse?

- Oh, in about an hour.

What am I gonna do about grub

up in the apartment?

I'll see that everything you'll need

will be there.

Listen to that.

There goes the picture.

- Your picture, Dan.

- Mm-hm.

My picture. Hot off the griddle.

It's a great feeling...

...doing something never done before.

And that story I wrote that goes with it.

I'll see you later, Allison. So long.

- Hello, honey.

- Hello, Danny.

I didn't think you'd call. It's late.

Not to tell what a monkey

I made of your old man.

He won't rib me

about being a small-time reporter.

I don't understand, Danny.

What do you mean?

You'll understand what I mean when you

bend those peepers on tomorrow's papers.

Yeah, now, good night, honey.

Oh, and get that story I wrote

that goes with it.

Yeah, I did. All right. Good night, baby.

Good night, honey.

Good night, darling.

The dirty ingrate.

Wait till I get my hands on that hoodlum.

Sneaking a camera in there.

Making a fool out of me.

I'll smash him into bits,

run him out of town.

Don't get upset. It was part of his job.

They ordered him to do it.

Shut up or I'll smash you too.

Sticking up for that dirty little thug.

Do you know what this means?

I'll be demoted.

Maybe I'll lose my job altogether.

- Where are you going?

- Where am I going? A fine question.

I'm going to look around a little. There's

something in this town I wanna step on.

Nature in the rough is seldom smooth.

That's why millions of America's

most beautiful women...

...smoke Nifty violet Cigarettes.

Why don't you?

Ready...

Made it happen.

Hello, baby.

- I thought you were on a job upstate.

- That story blew up in the air.

Then I realized there was a swell love story

right in my own apartment, so I came back.

You said it. I don't blame you

for coming back.

Mac's a swell guy.

Well, I guess I'll scram out of here.

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