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Do you expect me to believe that?

I don't particularly care whether

you do or not.

You work for Carston?

Yeah.

What does he pay you?

Don't answer that, Rich.

You never filed any income tax return.

Why not?

I never made enough money.

You live very well.

How do you pay your servants,

operate your cars,

maintain two establishments.

He doesn't own anything.

Those establishments, servants and cars

have been placed at his disposal

by friends.

Did you ever place anything

at his disposal?

Sure.

What?

A safety razor.

No more cracks out of you, Rich.

You're in here as a suspect,

and not a man on a minstrel show.

Sorry. Anything else?

Not now, Carston.

I'm afraid you knew all the answers.

I'm afraid I do.

Just how much longer do you think

you can get away with it?

Forever.

That's the first wrong answer

you've given me tonight.

Just a moment, Mr Young.

Why?

I have something I want to say

to you.

How long do you think

you can get away with it?

I haven't the slightest idea

what you're talking about.

You know what I'm talking about.

The Carstons of this country are able

to keep going because of the

Charlie Youngs.

A few crooked attorneys

giving a fine and honorable profession

an undeserved bad name.

Young, there isn't an honest lawyer

in this country

that won't cheer when you go

where you're going sooner or later.

You oughta save that speech for a larger

and more appreciative audience.

It's a warning.

The moment I get the least bit of evidence

to prove what I've known for a long time

that you've mocked and evaded justice

for Carston

by legal tricks, by shady practice,

by actual intimidation of witnesses,

by bribery,

you're going behind the bars

with your murdering client.

With two witnesses to your inexcusable

slander of a member of the Bar,

I'd advise you...

Stop it, Young. These two

will never be witnesses for you.

Anything more before we go, Mr D.A.?

Nothing more now.

Bill, please.

What's the matter?

Well, it's 10:
30.

Carston will be here any minute.

All right, we're almost finished.

You're taking enough time to photograph

the City Directory.

I'll take it down to the office

and start them developing.

You stick around and pack

this stuff up and check out.

Bill!

I'm coming.

If you get into any trouble,

telephone me.

Okay.

Will you get out of here.

Carston's liable to pop in at any minute.

Calm yourself, my dear.

Everything's working out beautifully.

Here are Mr Carston's books.

Give them to him when he gets here.

We won't need them anymore.

And then try to get him amused

until my men get here to make a pinch.

Will they arrest him?

No, you.

Me? What for?

For safekeeping until after the trial.

I'm not taking any chances on you.

Carston's apt to get panicky

and try to get rid of you to get

an acquittal.

But you'll be comfortable.

I never heard of any booby that

was comfortable

but let that go.

Maybe I or he will end up in the morgue.

Say, what was the idea

of dragging us down there?

That's routine. An excuse for spending

the taxpayer's money.

Another reason why I've never been

sucker enough to pay taxes.

Oh, hello. How was your little

surprise party?

Thanks to you, pretty well.

Going someplace?

Oh... yeah...

I gotta go down to Washington

to interview some Congressmen.

I've just been up saying goodbye

to Julie.

Thanks for the tip, Bill.

Oh, that was nothing.

Just self-protection.

With you off the front page

they might keep me down in Washington

all the time.

I'll return the favor someday.

Thanks.

Well, I gotta run along now.

So long.

So long. Have a nice trip.

Thanks.

Swell guy.

Yeah.

Thanks very much, Julie.

That was a real inspiration you had.

Not easily inspired, Mr Carston.

I was merely protecting my job.

Just the same,

you'll never regret it.

I hope not.

Answer it.

Miss Julie Gardner?

Yes.

We're from The U.S. District Attorney's

Office.

We have a warrant for your arrest.

My arrest? What for?

That's for the Grand Jury to decide.

Get your things, Miss Gardner.

Oh, but...

Mr Carston, this is terrible.

I don't understand.

It's all right, Julie.

There must be some mistake.

You go along with these gentlemen

and don't worry.

I'll get everything straightened out.

All right, Mr Carston.

But suppose they put me in jail.

I've never been in jail before.

Now, now, take it easy, Julie.

They can't put you in jail.

You haven't done anything.

Just sit tight and don't answer any

questions until my attorney gets there.

Understand?

Round up the boys.

I think I may need them.

This is Mr Carston.

Yes, I want Charlie Young.

United Laundries Associated:

$7.832.

East Side Poultry Dealers Incorporated:

$22.560.

American Amusement Devices:

$38.200.

Carston is doing all right for himself.

That's only the petty cash.

Here's the real item, the 122 Club.

Yeah, that's Carston's ace

gambling joint.

$112.942, all in one month.

That's low for the year.

Carston was furious.

Said everyone was falling down

on the job.

He's not going to be particularly elated

when he finds out that we know exactly

how and where he makes his money.

And that we can prove it in

any man's court.

I've been waiting a long time for this.

And now...

Carston's lawyer is down in your office

with an armful of writs.

I thought so.

He's raising the very devil.

He threatens you with dire consequences

for the false arrest of Miss Gardner.

Oh, let him rave.

I'm afraid we'll have to do more

than that.

Young is someone to be reckoned with.

I spotted a carload of Carston's gangsters

hanging around the Federal House of Detention.

Carston isn't taking any chances,

is he?

Young must have tipped him off

that he'd be a lot safer

if we didn't have Julie.

He's afraid we might make her talk.

Well, we simply have to put Julie someplace

where neither he nor Young

can get a hold of her.

Come on, lady.

Gather up your homework.

Gonna drop you in at my friend

the City D.A.

Maybe he can find a room for you

in one of his nice city jails.

And you know Carston.

Just as soon as he finds out

we've got him in a corner

he'll stop at nothing to get out of it.

Now, if he knew that Julie was helping

us out

her life wouldn't be worth

a plugged nickel.

I thought she'd be safe in a Federal jail

but he had his lawyer down there

with a writ to get her out

before we even had a chance to get her in.

How long do you think I could

keep her in jail?

That fellow Young is a smart lawyer.

He'd maneuver me into a spot where

I'd have to release Miss Gardner.

Well, supposing you didn't have a Miss Gardner

to release?

I don't get you.

Supposing you held Miss Gardner

under a fictitious name

on some petty charge.

Then Mr Carston's lawyer wouldn't know

she was here

and consequently couldn't use

his legal tricks to spring her.

Not bad, Bill.

Not at all bad.

I guess I could arrange that.

Come in, Williams.

Don't you worry, baby.

I'll get you into somebody's jail.

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