Side Street Page #4

Or we can get anything listed | in the catalogue here.

No, I'm not buying anything.

Is Mr. Drumman, Nick Drumman, here?

No. No, he ain't.

- Did Nick give you that pasting? | - I'm a friend of your uncle.

Who is it, Tommy? | It ain't no one, Ma.

I'm going out and play kickball.

- You got a half a dollar? | - Yeah.

- Okay, give me. | - What for?

That's what I charge for Nick's address.

- You know the address? | - Pay me first.

Listen, Nick's hiding out.

I followed my old man the other night. | He keeps in touch.

It's the third floor back, | 226 Vanguard Street.

Nick's calling himself Stevenson.

Thanks, junior.

Come on, let's play ball.

Oh, the heck with the game.

I'm gonna buy myself a banana split.

Maybe even two.

That Uncle Nick of mine has turned out | to be a gold mine. Well, I'll see you later.

Stevenson.

Stevenson, telephone.

Maybe nobody's home.

I just heard someone go in.

Mr. Stevenson, telephone.

Coming.

Thank you.

Oh, it's me, darling.

- Oh, Joe. | - Yes, honey.

Somebody may come in. | I got in through the fire escape.

You've got to hold on and listen.

I've done something horrible.

I tried to tell you yesterday, | but when I saw the baby...

What is it, Joe? What is it?

Oh, I'd give anything, | anything at all not to hurt you.

You gotta believe that.

That money I gave you.

I didn't borrow it, I stole it.

Oh, Joe.

That and a lot more, $30,000.

I don't know why I did it, | I knew it was crazy wrong.

I must have known that.

I had this stupid notion that a couple | hundred dollars could cure everything.

You wouldn't have to have the baby | in a charity ward. I...

I'd built up a feeling of shame...

...because everywhere I turn, | people had things I wanted you to have.

Oh, Joe. Joe.

You were all right. | You were doing your best.

Oh, I hated to admit I was a flop, | a complete bust.

Even after I lost the gas station, | I kidded myself I'd bounce back.

- Living with your folks was only temporary. | - Please, don't.

We'll go to the police.

They'll give us another chance. | We'll take back the money.

- I still have almost... | - I haven't got the money.

Don't know where it is. | I was afraid to keep it.

- I left it with Nick Drumman, the bartender. | Right after my checkup.

Is something falling here? | I heard a glass breaking.

No, nothing.

Would you like something | to help you sleep?

No, thank you. The light woke me.

Carter. Here it is.

Somebody smashed the window | to get in.

Don't step on the glass.

Well, let's phone and get help. | We'll check the rooms.

I've gotta get away, honey, | as far away as I can.

No.

Don't you see, Joe? | How long can you keep on running?

- How long...? | - But you don't understand.

It's not just stealing. It's a murder.

People know I was looking for Nick. | I was seen going into his apartment.

Hiding and running. | What good will that do?

We're going to the police, Joe. We must.

No. I've got to get away.

At least it's a chance, my only chance.

Maybe if the police find out about Backett | and find the two men...

...or find where the money came from | originally, why Backett said it wasn't his.

This was on the floor | of Nick's apartment.

The packets of money | were wrapped in these bands.

Maybe the banks keep a record.

You've got to listen, Joe. | We'll get a lawyer...

Search the ward. | Howard, you help them.

They're looking for me. Goodbye, darling.

Joe.

Excuse me, who do I see | for information on withdrawals?

- Your account? | - No, ma'am.

One of your depositors.

I don't think we give that out.

But try the chief teller. He'd know.

Thank you.

Yes, sir?

Could you tell me about a withdrawal? | It was for $30,000 sometime last week.

- Your account? | - Oh, no, a friend's.

Well, that would be against the rules. | I'm sorry.

But please, it's very important.

I'm sorry. | I didn't make our rules and regulations.

Well, you can make this one exception. | They were all hundred dollar bills.

Anything wrong, Mr. Simpsen? | - Nothing, Phillip.

I was just explaining to this young man | why we must adhere to our rules.

I'm sorry.

Find anything, Frank? | - Yes, sir.

Both of these were cut | from the same length of clothesline.

- Yes, sir? | - Send in the other bartender.

- Okay, Frank, thanks. | - All right.

All right, Heldon. | Where did Norson say he lives?

Well, all he said | was in the neighborhood.

You know, captain, he wasn't definite. | Just around the corner, he said.

And they wanted to locate Drumman, | is that right?

The fellow gave you nothing. | Didn't say where he came from?

All he wanted was Nick's address.

Okay. You can go back to your saloon.

Have men keep them company at the saloon | in case the big fellow or Norson show up.

I can't have cops hanging around my place. | It'll kill business.

- Yes, sir? | - Let's have young Drumman.

I'm sorry. The officers will try | to be inconspicuous.

- Turkish waiter come up with anything? | - He's still looking over rogues' gallery.

- I'm taking the saloon detail with Casey. | - Right.

Hey, did you get to the killers yet?

You ought to stop reading | that junk, Tommy.

You know, captain, it's a cinch | the same man did both jobs.

Maybe a partnership, two men.

The big fellow and this Norson.

It couldn't have been a partnership. | The guys didn't even know each other.

Why would each of them give me | a half a buck if they was partners?

Remind me to talk | to this kid's father, Stan.

I want an alarm out for Norson.

Locate his home, pick up pictures, | anything you can find.

- You want me to go with him? | - Sit down, Tommy.

- Maybe the War Department can help us. | - All right, captain.

Yes, yes, oh, you've been a good boy?

Ohh. You missed me, didn't you? | Sure, sure, you did.

Why, I'm glad you looked me up | at my home. Very glad.

As long as I'm not at the bank, I don't have | to follow those rules and regulations, do I?

A Mr. Lorrison cashed the check. | Mr. Emil Lorrison, the broker.

He's a very nice man. | All hundred dollar bills.

Where does this Lorrison live?

Why, yes, of course.

Central Park West.

Number 170 Central Park West. | He's a very nice man.

You stay right here. And don't move.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Mr. Daniels.

Mr. Daniels.

Mr. Daniels, call the police.

So you think it's coincidence, counselor?

Apparently.

- Certainly a bad week for my ex-clients. | - I would say so.

One gets herself murdered | and another wanted on a murder charge.

A witness just picked this one | out of rogues' gallery.

Any idea where we can locate him?

The only way I know where to find Garsell | is when you people have him in jail.

And that happens pretty often.

I thought you might give us a lead.

You arranged his parole, didn't you?

His and quite a few others. | That's my business, you know.

I like to help you, captain, | but you know as much about Garsell...

...and his whereabouts as I do.

How about this fellow, Joe Norson?

Ever see him before?

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