The Amazing Dr. Clitterhouse Page #4

Nobody saw him go out.

Nice work, Butch. You're a big help.

Hello?

I'll come in.

- Somebody's breaking the game in 920.

- Yeah? Who?

That's what they want me

to find out, who.

That guy's a ghost.

He slipped right through my fingers.

Don't be sore at me, Jo. I couldn't

help it. I'm watching him all the time.

I stopped for a second to speak to Rocks

and bam, that happened.

Oh, so it is you.

- Yes. Am I covered?

He's run 60 bucks up to 4 grand.

- Well, how did he get in here?

Oh, he just walks in

and starts taking us all to the cleaners.

- Well, I'm coming out.

- Yeah, and I'll show you the way.

- Just one more pass and I'll be with you.

- Okay, Butch. Let him shoot.

- Thank you.

Shoot. You're covered.

Roll them.

I'm in.

I'm all in.

There's mine.

A natural.

Snake eyes. Pick up your dough.

That's more like it.

I hit that one.

I was doing rather nicely

until you came in.

What's that platitude

about dice and women?

It's possible that my luck has switched

from the dice to you.

Oh, my mistake.

My luck must still be with the dice.

Come on. Get going.

- Oh, just one more roll, please?

Well, okay.

Well, I seem to have lost all my money.

But, uh, what will you, gentlemen,

allow me on this?

Well, Popus?

- Popus, take a gander at this ice.

I could never mistake this ruby.

There is only one thing like this.

What do you mean?

- The Updyke brooch.

- Updyke brooch?

Let me have that.

If you don't mind.

Quite right, Mr. Popus.

The Updyke brooch.

And these...

...the Updyke earrings...

...the Updyke necklace...

...the Updyke bracelet.

Are you telling us

you pulled the Updyke job?

I'm telling you nothing.

All right, cut the double talk.

Who are you? What do you want?

May I inquire how that concerns you?

If you don't quit the stalling,

I'll show you how it concerns me.

Hey. Duck that table.

The coppers are on their way up.

The coppers. I've been

expecting them any minute...

...ever since I saw this hardware.

All right, you guys stay right here.

And you, put that stuff back on you...

...and let's hope for your sake,

you don't turn out to be a stool.

What a stupid no-good plant.

Experts have tried framing me.

Ask your friend, the inspector.

Oh, hello, everybody.

- Oh, lieutenant, what can we do for you?

- That's what I've come in to find out.

See what you could do for me.

- Is this a pinch?

- A pinch? No, no.

No, nothing like that.

It's just a friendly little call.

Well, then take off your hats.

Oh, Jo, by the way,

what's become of Rocks Valentine?

- I haven't seen him around lately.

- Nobody here has either.

Since when? Since last night?

Oh, anybody here know where

Rocks was last night by any chance?

No?

Jo? Jo, I'm gonna do you a favor.

Someday I may expect a favor in return.

If Rocks does show up and he happens

to have hot stuff on him, don't touch it.

Hot enough to burn even your fingers.

- Yes, or yours, lieutenant.

- Eh?

Say, I don't think I know you, do I?

I'm sure you're more capable

of answering that than I.

Isn't it part of your job

never to forget a face?

Now, I have a very poor memory

for faces. That is, most people's.

I'm sure I'd forget your face

almost immediately.

Come on, now, who are you?

You heard me. What's your name?

- Suppose I ask what is yours?

- Oh, you're a wise guy, eh?

- I repeat, who are you?

- Everybody knows Lieutenant Johnson.

I don't.

Have you your police badge

and identification card with you?

What do you mean?

An officer must produce them on request.

That's the law. Have you got them?

- Certainly, I have.

- Will you kindly produce them?

Say, what's the big idea?

You were demanding information

from me...

...without any proof

of your authority to do so. Well?

Hey, that stuffed shirt's

got something on the ball.

"Ethelbert...

Ethelbert Johnson,

lieutenant detective, 12th precinct."

All right, now, who are you?

- Let's assume I refuse to tell you.

- What?

I have a right to refuse

to give my name outside of a station.

Oh, yeah?

Well, suppose I rush you into one?

- The charge?

- Well, uh, suspicion.

I'm sure you have nothing

to be suspicious about.

Have you seen Rocks Valentine?

Sorry. I was never so much

as introduced to the gentleman.

Then what are you doing in this joint?

I'm altogether certain I'm not required to

answer that question, but I shall anyway.

The truth of the matter is, I'm slumming.

- Oh, off a rubberneck bus, eh?

- Lieutenant Johnson...

...I regard being called a rubberneck

a deliberate impertinence.

I shall be forced to bring your behavior...

...to the attention

of your superiors at headquarters.

Oh, come on, now.

There's no need of getting all excited.

- Excited?

- Yeah.

I'm not at all excited.

On the contrary, I'm altogether at ease.

It's you who are unnecessarily excited.

- Me?

- Yes. As a citizen aware of his rights...

...I have a right

to demand a public apology.

Oh, well, you know how it is.

You can see the sort of people

that I have to deal with and...

Well, so long as you admit your error.

Hey, what's that?

A closet?

I'll be around again.

Thanks for the information, Jo.

Don't mention it. Drop around any time.

- Ethelbert. What a moniker for a cop.

- Buddy, my hat's off to you.

The way you handled that copper

is nobody's business.

- Here's to you, whatever your name is.

- What is your name?

- What is it?

- I wouldn't even tell that to the police.

"I'll bring your behavior

to the attention of your superiors."

"What is your name, lieutenant?"

"Have you your police badge

and your identification card?

I consider your behavior

a deliberate impertinence."

"And as a citizen, I ask..."

- Okay, Rocks. Come on out.

The heat's off.

A monkey you made out of him.

- What's your game?

What does my game appear to be?

You're the guy

that pulled the Updyke job.

That's a logical conclusion.

All right,

and you're trying to unload the stuff.

Hey, you're catching on marvelously.

Make a deal with this guy.

He's getting in my hair.

Popus, look them over. Let's talk turkey.

How much do you want for this stuff?

Now, wait.

You've only seen job number four.

Here's job number one.

Job number two.

And job number three.

Oh, uh, particularly beautiful,

I think, Miss Keller.

Imagine that guy talking to that dick

loaded down with all that ice.

If he ain't a lunatic, he must be a genius.

Thirty.

Forty.

- We'll compromise at, uh, 32.

- Yes, we'll compromise at 38.

You're taking all the profit out of crime.

- It's a deal.

- Just a moment.

Not that I don't trust you, of course,

but, uh, my terms are strictly cash.

You don't take any chances, do you?

In an occupation as full of chances

as mine...

...there's no use

taking unnecessary ones.

- You, uh, took two long chances tonight.

- I don't believe so.

If I hadn't talked

to the lieutenant, as I did...

...we'd have been searched.

I was being prudent, if you analyze it.

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