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And getting no argument.

Says she's gonna put the bee on you

for shoving her out on the cold, cold snow.

What bee, Andrews?

Listen. that dame hasn't got

a thing on me except to peeve.

And if she doesn't stop getting her

snoot full and shooting off her mouth, I'll...

Chlorophorm her? I had a hunch

you did that the last time.

Mr Bradford, writing is a reporter's job.

But talking doesn't do a newspaperman

any good.

You should get Winchell's salary.

Hey, where's Julie?

In the office.

$12.697...

And all in dimes.

Now I'll only sit down for a quarter...

Well, Little Willie,

what are you doing here?

Oh, heckling the proprietors,

leering at the women

and watching the card tricks.

Say, I telephoned you before

I left the office.

To ask me for dinner?

Listen, if could only like me as much

after meals as before,

this might be a romance.

Answer my question.

Have you eaten?

Hm-hmm.

Yes.

I accept.

I thought you said you'd eaten.

Oh, but not since lunch.

I'll be through in a minute

If you're gonna have dinner with me

we're gonna go Dutch or you'll go hungry.

But you can't be broke on Tuesday.

Have you been gambling again?

No, I'll tell you. It's like this.

It all gets back to man's best friend,

the horse.

Which one has been the crow-bait

that you bet on this time?

Midnight.

I thought that was the name of the nag

but it was only the time of its due end.

Well, let me finish this.

I'm so hungry I could eat a horse.

If you'd only done that before the race

you might have saved my 50 bucks.

Where was I?

$12.697.

How did you happen to remember that?

When a guy like Carson makes that

kind of dough it's not easy to forget.

Oh, but that's not money.

That's square feet of a building.

Is that why you have dollar signs

in front of it?

If you'd keep your nose out of my business

I could finish this.

What are you doing there?

Just a little trinket I picked up

for you.

Oh, Willie, you darling.

A bracelet.

How lovely.

Oh, it's nothing. Just a little thing

I had Tiffany's run up for you.

I've never seen such gorgeous diamonds.

Emeralds, fathead.

Oh, yes, so they are.

But you really shouldn't have.

It's nothing, nothing.

Just a trifle.

You know, if that plug Midnight had been

hitting on four legs instead of three...

I might have made enough money

to put a down payment on a...

well, on a diamond ring.

Only I couldn't have worn it.

Maybe you could have gotten it...

on account

of my not knowing any other woman.

For that you get another bracelet.

And if you don't get around quitting

Mr Carson pretty quick

that's the kind of bracelet

you're going to be wearing.

But it's not so easy quitting, Bill.

Do you suppose you could afford

to buy me a cocktail

before I treat myself to dinner?

Sure.

Stick your tongue out.

Ink on my nose again?

Hm-hmm.

Ever tried keeping books with a pen?

All right.

Thank you.

Who is it?

Andrews.

What's the matter? You on the hot?

Carston put the finger on me.

That's tough. But you can't win

all the time in any racket.

And you can only lose once

on this one.

So I guess we haven't any squaw coming

when we know we're gonna be finished.

Anything you want me to do for you?

He isn't gonna finish me, see?

I'm taking a boat tonight to South America.

He won't find me down there.

Don't be a sucker and take that dough

with you

because you're not gonna make the boat.

I'm out of here through the skylight.

Yeah, front door, back door,

or skylight, you're walking into it.

I can't stay here.

They'll come after me.

Walking into it is easier than

waiting for it.

They can't put the heat into me.

I'll get through them some way.

Listen, Jake, you gotta help me.

Help me!

Helping you would be helping myself

to a handful of clouds.

No it won't, Jake. I swear it won't.

Think of something.

There's always a way out of everything.

You're smart, Jake.

You can figure me out of this spot.

Maybe I can.

Sure, I knew you could. You're smart.

For fifty grand.

I haven't got fifty grand.

You're a liar.

You got it in a deposit box.

You got the key in your jeans.

It's under Grace's name.

All you gotta do is give me

a note to her and the key.

Jake. 25 G.

Don't sell me out.

I gotta live while I'm cooling off.

By tomorrow you'll be cooling off

in the coroner's icebox

and 50 G won't buy you out of that.

How do I now you can spring me

out of this?

You don't, until I get that key

and the note.

It's a case of either burning my brains

or losing your insides.

If this don't work, I'll...

You'll have more holes in you than

a punchboard before the night's over.

Do you mind quit stalling.

Okay. Go to the phone

and call up the D.A., see?

Are you nuts?

Shut your clapper and listen.

You tell the D.A. you wanted to talk

about that laundry dynamiting.

You mean do a solo?

Yeah.

Then tell him to send a couple of harness bulls

up here

to bring you down because you're hot.

Having a couple of tons of law with you

is the only thing

that will get you out of this joint.

If that gets me out, okay.

But when the D.A. tells me

to start talking, what?

You tell them you're the guy

that stole the car

the mob used in the Franklin job.

But you were not there when they

planted the dyna.

In other words, you talk yourself

in serve for two years.

You'll be safe.

And by the time you're sprung,

the heat'll be off.

You'll settle for two years

instead of a funeral.

But what happens to Chuck?

He goes to the hot squad.

That makes me a rat.

Hm-hmm.

But a live rat.

How does it happen that swordstick

is picking up on that number lottery?

The guy had an idea.

Ever since the depression the grade schools

in the poor sections

have been selling the kids their lunch

for 15 cents.

So the kids have got money.

He's got plenty of kids working

for him in the schools.

A million forty-four thousand kids,

half of them spending a nickel,

that's $26.000 bucks a day.

Yeah.

Andrews?

Yeah...

Okay.

Armitage is gonna tip himself off

and take a rap to beat the heat.

He's gonna have the coppers

take him out of the club.

Joe.

Take a couple of the boys

and settle Armitage's stomach.

He'll be leaving the club

in about 15 minutes.

That's all.

An old-fashioned is nothing but a cross

between a fruit salad and a slug of whiskey.

Now you take a sidecar.

Take another one and you'll drown.

Come on. I'm a fine figure of a woman

and I need feeding.

I wouldn't dare to go on a honeymoon

with you unless you were on a diet.

Check, please.

Just made it.

Yeah, there goes the parade.

Them policemen must have got

the wrong address.

They wouldn't be coming to one

of Mr Carson's place.

Get the paper on the phone. Rewrite.

Hold on a minute for Bill Bradford.

They're on, Bill.

Hold on.

Did Carston have any differences

with Armitage?

Yes, he was...

Oh, I don't know.

You mean you won't tell.

I'm afraid to, Bill, even to you.

I don't blame you. I shouldn't have asked

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