Smart Money Page #7

- Thanks for what you did.

- Oh-ho.

It's nothing, really. Heh-heh.

Oh, here.

You'll need a little stake.

- It's awfully kind of you, but I can't...

- Oh, that's all right. Come on.

I'll probably never be able to pay it back.

Well, that's all right, sister.

I own the mint. My brother gave it to me.

- Thanks. Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

And keep off of bridges.

- Here, what's the matter?

- Oh, I was just a little dizzy.

But I feel all right again.

Now, look here.

You're not going out of here.

Not until you're better

and get some color in those cheeks.

You're set on keeping that date

with the undertakers, aren't you?

Nothing doing, you stay put.

You take orders from me,

I'm taking orders from the doctor.

The doctor's coming up

to see you sometime today.

And you're not going out

till he says the word.

Now, be a good girl.

Oh, here's the key.

Well, I'm glad to see

you get rid of that ghost.

That dame gave me the creeps.

Well, you'd make a great copper.

You can guess more right things wrong

than anybody I know.

Well, where is she, then?

In the bedroom, wise guy.

Say, how long is this gonna last?

- What's the big idea, you going screwy?

- Why don't you button up?

I'm only doing what any decent guy

in the same spot would do.

She'll be gone in a couple of days.

And then you can be

my sweetheart again, dearie.

Ahh...

- I've good news for you, Snake Eyes.

- Yes, ma'am?

This is the last time I'm gonna change

the furniture around.

I'm glad to hear that.

I done thought you was gonna wear

this furniture out, kicking it around.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Have a good sleep?

- I feel fine.

Good.

Well, so you've been at it again.

- Do you really like it?

- It looks swell.

What did you do with that picture

of Jack Dempsey?

I put it in your den.

- You don't mind, do you?

- Oh, that's all right.

Say, you can put Tunney

in the cellar if you want to. Ha-ha-ha.

It's been so much fun

fixing up a place like this.

Yeah, I like it better myself,

since you've been around.

Sit down, Nick.

There's something

I want to talk to you about.

Yeah?

Why...

What's on your mind, baby?

Why have you been so nice to me?

Oh, well, that's my nature.

Big-hearted Nick, they used to call me

back in Irontown.

You've done so much.

There doesn't seem to be anything

I can do for you.

Why, you've done plenty.

Just being around is enough.

Don't you worry about that.

What's the matter?

- I was thinking maybe...

- Yeah?

Oh, no, no, no.

No, you don't owe me anything.

Now, you stay here as long as you like.

And the longer you stay,

the better I like it.

And someday, maybe...

Oh!

Now, here, here, what's all this about?

Now, please, don't cry, baby.

There isn't a thing for you

to worry about.

What's on your mind, honey?

I haven't been

on the level with you, Nick.

- You're not from the DA's office?

- No.

But I haven't told you

the whole truth about myself.

Oh, that's all right. I haven't told you

the whole truth about myself either.

Did you know

I used to play the saxophone...

...in the Irontown band?

- Heh.

I'm serious, Nick.

- I'm wanted by the police.

- Police?

- What for?

- For blackmail.

- Blackmail?

- But it really wasn't blackmail.

I mean, I didn't intend

to blackmail him at all.

I wanted you to know.

I might get you into some trouble

with the police.

Police don't bother me none.

As far as they're concerned,

I'm just a barbershop proprietor.

They haven't got a thing on me.

- But don't you want me to get out now?

- What for?

I'm not exactly

a Sunday school teacher myself.

I seem to be kind of a jinx wherever I go.

Well, you haven't been a jinx to me.

I hate to do this.

But it's the only way we can nail him.

Of course,

it's really compounding a felony.

Well, what of it?

The end justifies the means.

And we've got to drive Nick

out of this town.

The disgrace is we have to resort to

such roundabout methods to get him.

But if we can put him in jail

for only a few months...

...we can break up his ring.

The public and the press will lay off me.

The girl is here.

I picked her up at the Savoy.

Send her in.

Miss Graham, come in.

How do you do, Miss Graham?

Sit down, please.

Miss Graham, I have here a warrant

charging you with blackmail.

And enough evidence to convict you.

L... I didn't mean to blackmail him.

That's your story.

But what you did is extortion

in the eyes of the law.

And you can be sent to the penitentiary.

But there's a way you can avoid

going to the penitentiary, Miss Graham.

- A very simple way.

- What do you expect me to do?

Just a little favor.

While checking up on Nick the Barber,

we found that you live in his apartment.

That isn't true.

I live in a spare room down the hall.

Now, don't lie.

We watched every step

both of you made for a week.

The sentence for blackmail,

Miss Graham...

...is two to 10 years in the penitentiary.

But you can avoid that

if you'll just do what I ask you.

- Well, what is it?

- Not much.

Just this.

I want you to get me those gold keys that

Nick's customers use for his gambling...

I won't.

- I haven't finished, Miss Graham.

- I don't care, I won't do it.

You can send me up.

Now, don't be foolish.

It's a case of you or him.

He'll never know you did it.

I won't. I won't!

Now, don't get excited.

All we wanna do

is to give Nick a good scare.

He'll be out in a month.

That wouldn't hurt him at all.

While if you went to the penitentiary

for a long sentence...

But he's the only the person

that's ever been kind to me.

He's a public menace.

He's trying to corrupt public officials.

He's even put his filthy hands

on policemen, state's attorneys.

- And even made overtures to our judges.

- I can't help it.

Leave me alone.

Please don't make me do it.

Oh, please.

Please.

- Have you a key, sir?

- Sure.

All bets down.

You look swell, baby.

You got class.

That's what I like about you.

I think you're about the prettiest

little thing I've ever seen.

And the sweetest.

- I'm not what you think I am, Nick.

- What, not sweet?

Don't tell me, I know.

Nick used to be a sugar taster.

I've got something for you.

There.

Here.

Doesn't that look nice there?

- I can't take it, Nick.

- Oh, yes, you can.

And what's more, before long,

I'm gonna give you a ring.

For that finger.

What's the matter, honey?

- You're shaking like a leaf.

- I'm all upset tonight, Nick.

Have you a key, sir?

No, we're with headquarters.

Go on, break in.

It's a raid. Get rid of the gun.

It's a raid. You stay right here.

Go get him. Get up.

I thought so.

It was you who let those coppers in.

You dirty little stool pigeon.

Oh!

What's this all about?

Lay off, Nick.

She's planting evidence on you.

She put it in the inside coat pocket.

- I'm telling you, now look for yourself.

- Hmm?

Why, it's nothing but a racing form,

you smack-off.

Lay off, I'm telling you. Quit it.

I'm trying to steer you straight.

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