The Asphalt Jungle Page #8

No, thanks.

I never drink while on duty.

It's against regulations.

Look, I got nothing to hide.

Riedenschneider holed up here.

He was broke.

I let him use one of the rooms

for a couple days.

I got tired of having him around.

I gave him a few bucks to get rid of him.

Where did he go?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

Look, Cobby, do you figure me

for a pal, or don't you?

I sure do, lieutenant.

Then take my advice and turn state's.

We'll make a deal with the commissioner.

You won't get more than a year or two.

- Look, I'm clean.

I don't know where he went.

That's the truth.

They won't believe you at headquarters.

When you tell them that,

they'd work you over.

You ain't the type that can take it.

You'd spill your guts in a half-hour.

Give me a break.

You came to make a pinch, sure.

But I'm not here.

I had to go to Chi on business.

You're right here, Cobby.

I've always treated you right, lieutenant.

Let me duck out.

You can get away with it.

- No, I couldn't.

The commissioner's mad.

He's out for blood.

And it's not going to be mine.

You're not gonna stop me.

You're gonna let me go.

You're gonna do that.

If you don't...

Yeah, I know.

You'll be a Grade A pigeon.

That's right. I'll tell them

you saw Riedenschneider here...

...and didn't roust him. Why?

You'd have to explain

what you were doing here.

I'll tell them about the juice

you've been getting.

The only thing you're doing

is making me sore.

Once I start singing, I won't stop.

They'll jug you right alongside of me.

That's where you're wrong.

Even if they believe you,

it won't go too hard with me.

Because I'll be the guy that cracked

the biggest case ever pulled in the country.

You're gonna get hurt, Cobby.

- What, have you gone crazy?

Stand up.

I told you you couldn't take it, Cobby.

Here.

They'll call me a fink.

That's my boy.

So since I'm gonna be

busy with a lot of cases...

...you might like to take a trip.

- Where to?

I don't know. The coast, Florida.

Anywhere you like.

Could I, Uncle Lon?

Anywhere? No fooling?

Yes. I think a change of scenery

might be good for you.

Wait. You wait right here.

I've got the most terrific idea.

Oh, Cuba. There, that's not a bad idea.

Imagine me on this beach here

in my green bathing suit.

I almost bought a white one,

but it wasn't extreme enough.

If I really went in for the extreme extreme,

I would have bought a French one.

Run for your lives, girls.

The fleet's in.

Oh, Uncle Lon, am I excited.

Look, Uncle Lon. Isn't it romantic?

Real palms and ocean and everything.

Who can that be this time of night?

See who it is, Uncle Lon.

Why are they pounding so?

I'm scared, Uncle Lon.

Well, young man,

you've got an iron fist...

Oh, hello, Hardy. Come in.

Well, there's a fire in here.

Come on in. You look cold.

I'm here to arrest you, Emmerich.

May I ask what for?

Complicity in robbery and in murder.

If I were you, Hardy,

I'd think up a few more charges.

You might make one of them stand up...

...if you get an imbecile jury

and the right judge.

Get the young lady.

- Yes, sir.

It may interest you to know that your

friend Cobb has signed a confession.

Want to take a look at it? Here.

Okay, miss. It's a shame to bust

this door in, but here goes.

Haven't you bothered me enough,

you big banana-head?

Just try breaking my door,

and Mr. Emmerich will throw you out.

Afraid not, miss.

He's got troubles enough.

As a matter of fact, he's a dead duck.

Hurry up, Andrews.

Bring the young lady in here.

Do I have to talk to him?

Couldn't I just talk to you?

Come on, baby.

Get it over with.

And be smart.

Tell the commissioner the truth.

That's the only thing to do.

Come on.

Sit down.

Andrews, repeat the statement Miss Phinlay

made before you yesterday afternoon.

She said Mr. Emmerich was here with her

from 11:
30 p.m. To 3 a.m. Last Friday night.

Is that the statement you made?

Yes, sir.

- Was it the truth?

You better think before you answer...

...unless you wanna go to jail.

- Jail?

For setting up a false alibi to keep

another from being punished for a crime.

Mr. Emmerich wouldn't commit a crime.

- He would and did.

Tell him the truth.

Uncle Lon.

- It's the only thing to do...

...unless you want to be indicted

for obstructing justice.

What I said yesterday was...

Well, it wasn't exactly...

I mean...

It wasn't really the...

- Was it the truth?

No, sir.

You weren't with Emmerich, were you?

- No, sir.

You were someplace else, not with him.

- Yes, sir.

He told you what to say,

made you learn it by heart.

Answer me.

I mean, yes, sir.

I mean, I learned it by heart.

Get a new statement from her.

Have her sign it.

This time, young lady,

I want the whole truth.

Over here, miss.

I'm sorry, Uncle Lon.

I tried.

You did pretty well, considering.

What about my trip, Uncle Lon?

Is it still on?

Don't worry, baby.

You'll have plenty of trips.

Seems to be all wrapped up, Emmerich.

Oh, here.

Say, I'd like to telephone my wife,

if you don't mind.

Getting late. She might be worried.

Help yourself. But don't try to run.

You won't get very far.

Emmerich.

Stop. Stop.

- Come on.

You wait and see...

- Break loose.

You dirty fink. You're gonna

wind up where you belong.

You're gonna wind up in the morgue.

You wait and see, you dirty fink.

Home of the pigeons.

Fink. Fink.

Fire escape.

We're looking for Louis Ciavelli.

I'd consider it a great favor

if you didn't insist on going in.

Mrs. Ciavelli is, well,

I don't have to tell you.

If the father says it's okay,

Williams, it's okay.

Call the commissioner's office.

- The commissioner knows me.

Mention my name. Sortino.

- Thank you, Father.

'Emmerich was a graduate of

the law college of State University...

...and had practiced here

for over 25 years.'

What foolishness. Unbelievable.

He wouldn't have gotten

more than two years.

He even double-crossed himself.

How's your head, Doc?

Good as it ever was,

which isn't saying much.

You know, getting out of town's

not gonna be a cinch for you.

Oh, I'll get out, all right.

I'll take a taxi to the edge of town,

then have him drive me as far as Cleveland.

Sure you wouldn't come

along with me, Dix?

Keep it.

No, thank you.

If you won't come,

will you finance me?

I haven't got but 4 or 5 dollars.

Sure, I'll finance you.

How much you need?

I can get along on $ 1000,

thanks very much.

And you can have the rest of these stones.

That's $50,000 worth.

What would I do? Can you see me

walking into a hockshop with that stuff?

First they'd think they were phony,

then they'd yell for the riot squad.

No. You can have the thousand,

but no rocks for me.

Well, thank you, Dix.

Tell me where to write you. At least I can

send you the 5 grand you got coming.

What will your address be in Kentucky?

- Forget it.

Maybe I'll see you around.

Well...

...goodbye, then.

- Goodbye, Doc.

Hey, wait. You haven't got a heater.

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