Side Street Page #6

- Are you, Georgie? | - Nothing at all.

He was just trying | to make some trouble for me.

How about getting us coffee? | On the stove.

Sure, sure, Georgie.

We're all right again, you and me, | aren't we, honey?

You're gonna be making my coffee | from now on.

When I saw him going through my bag, | I thought sure he was a cop...

...till you told me different.

You got any cream in here, honey?

In the ice box.

Vic still don't answer. | I should've been home two hours ago.

I told Mabel I'd be right home | right after I finished my shift.

Poppa was carrying this.

Got it out of the files.

Well, as long as he won't be around to talk, | nobody can tie us into anything.

That's what Vic said.

Let her scram, George.

If this guy found her, | it's a cinch the cops will.

She could tie us to this job.

Here's your coffee, Georgie.

Just the way you like it.

Are you glad it's like old times, Georgie?

As soon as we have time, | I'm going to show you how much.

We've got some work to do.

- I suppose I'd take you home. | - I'll drive her home.

Making a play for my girl?

You want me to take you home, | don't you, baby?

From now on, Georgie, from now on.

Keep Poppa company.

I won't be long.

You don't have to come right back, | do you, honey, huh?

Pretty soon, but I'll see you again | in a couple of hours.

And we'll have a big time.

And we'll sit around my place, | just like we used to, huh?

Yeah, that's for me all right, baby. | Just like old times.

- Home, my good man. | - One for the road, baby.

The old one-two, Larry.

Old shoe-polish Georgie.

- Let's get moving. I can handle this. | We ought to wait to hear from Vic.

Got a nice, big river big enough | for the both of them.

What's Mabel gonna do with all that | cabbage? Buy a mink coat?

Not Mabel. She'll bank it.

Or maybe buy one of them | paid-up policies for the kid.

It's a good way to make sure | about a college education.

Hold it.

We'll walk him down the stairs.

And George, hold everything | till we get to the river.

There's nobody around.

Never is this early Sunday morning.

You never can tell.

He'll keep in the cab.

Get up.

Get up.

She had to go home.

Not yet, Poppa. On the floor.

Stay away from that door.

Let them out at this house. | I don't think the guy's here before.

- Dame gave me the address. | - Sure it's Norson with the girl?

Look, you showed me a picture, | I said it looks like the guy, not positively.

Keep him company.

If there's a rear exit to this place, | I want it covered.

All right, stop pounding, | I'm coming. Who is it?

Police officers.

Which apartment is Harriet Sinton's?

Don't live here. I know everybody | living in my house.

You know him?

Does he live here?

That's Mr. Howard. Left here minutes ago | with two other men.

They went away in a yellow... | No, it was an orange taxi cab.

Thanks.

Squad 16 calling Center. | Squad 16 calling Center.

Come in, please.

A signal 31, orange or yellow taxi cab...

...orange or yellow taxi cab.

At least three men. At least three men.

This taxi cab | is at the vicinity of Washington Market...

...and heading east | toward Wall Street area.

All cars south of 14th Street | cordon off this area.

Cordon off this area.

Occupants of this taxi cab are believed | to be Joseph Norson and George Garsell.

Both wanted for murder.

Cars 191 and 317.

The corner of 87th Street | and Lexington Avenue.

A signal 32. These men are armed.

- Clear through this operator. | - Sitting here won't help, dear.

You're just worrying yourself sick.

They won't hurt Joe.

I shouldn't have told him to run away.

I shouldn't have.

They'll listen to Joe's story.

You're just out of the hospital.

- You mustn't... | - They are hunting him, mother.

- They won't give him a chance. | Please, dear.

The captain may not be back all day.

Maybe you better go home | and get some rest.

- Please, I don't mind waiting. | - Well, it's up to you, miss.

If anything happens, | you will hear about it, won't you?

- Sure, I will. | - Broadway and 56th.

Signal 32. Proceed quietly.

Come on, get out.

Hey, most of these docks got watchmen.

- Go around the horn over to the East River. | - Help...

Georgie. Hey, Georgie.

It's us. They're looking for us.

We better get out and run for it.

The cab's listed in your name, isn't it? | Keep driving.

Take one of the alleys.

They're all around.

We can always walk out | with our hands up.

- Listen, Georgie, maybe we better. | - Keep driving.

Listen, Georgie, you don't understand.

I got a family.

I got the right to let them see me again.

Ain't that right, Poppa?

You gotta understand | a thing like that, Georgie.

Yeah. Yeah, it'll take months | before a trial, maybe a year.

Sure, maybe even a year.

And while you're in the county jail, | they let you see your family every day.

It's okay by me, Larry.

Pull up and get out if you want to.

Get out.

Drive.

Keep on moving.

Bust through them!

Who do you got in there, Stan?

It's the singer, Sinton.

Looks like she's been dead quite a while.

That's evidence, you know.

No souvenirs.

That one's DO A, doc. | There's your customer.

Everything else is for the meat wagon.

Joe! Joe!

Oh, Joe.

Please. Please.

This is the story of Joe Norson.

No hero, no criminal.

Just human, like all of us.

Weak, like some of us.

A bit foolish, like most of us.

Now that we know some of the facts, | we can help him.

He's gonna be all right.

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