The Big Heat Page #7

Oh, i'm sorry.

It's ex-Sergeant, isn't it?

He'll be leaving

with you, officer.

It's me, bannion.

How about a little

light in here?

I've got to get used to being

seen sometime, i guess.

I've been feeling like something that's been

shut up because nobody wants to look at it.

Aren't you supposed to take

one of these before meals?

Here you are.

Here's some water.

Just sitting here thinking is pretty rough when

you've spent most of your life not thinking.

Eat your soup, huh?

What was your wife like, dave?

Twenty-Seven years old,

Light hair, gray eyes.

That's a police description.

Did she like to cook,

like to be surprised?

What kind of things made

her laugh? That's what-

I'm sorry. You don't wanna talk

about her, certainly not with me.

Not with anyone.

Did you find larry?

Wh-

Yeah.

Yeah, i found him.

And?

I ran into a brick wall-

Bertha duncan.

The cop's widow?

He left her

a million-Dollar trust fund.

Wrote down everything there was

to know about the syndicate.

Vince must hate her insides.

He never could take

losing or being pressured.

He's got to take it. If she dies,

the letter goes to the newspapers.

You know, i almost

killed her an hour ago.

I should have.

I don't believe you could.

If you had, there wouldn't be much

difference between you and vince stone.

Must be for me. I told them

downstairs i was up here.

Yes?

Yes, marge?

The relief detail

didn't show up.

I called the police station and they

said they weren't coming anymore.

Keep the door locked 'till al gets

home. I'll be there in an hour.

Keep that for company.

Okay, mac.

Get 'em up high.

Upstairs, mac,

nice and easy now.

Stop, dave.

Hold it, mark. Come on.

Nice going.

This is my brother-In-Law.

And what is this?

Al said to stop everybody.

You're doing fine, mark.

Go back downstairs.

Sorry, mac.

Yeah, it's okay.

Is joyce all right? Sure.

Marge has her inside.

I got the boys over

just in case.

This is my brother-In-Law. Bill

rutherford, schoenstien, mcconnel.

How are you?

I guess civilian life hasn't

slowed mark down so much, huh?

Hasn't slowed him down at all.

When trouble comes, it'll be from

hoodlums who know their business.

I'm afraid they won't be stopped by amateurs

whose hearts happen to be in the right place.

Do we look like the cast

from some maypole dance?

I've been places those creeps wouldn't

go unless they rode in a 50-Ton tank.

I went in on foot with

- The story of how you won a medal of honor, or something.

All right, big wit, but i'm telling you,

anybody who comes through that door...

And touches that kid

is gonna wind up dead.

Harry schoenhopper,

the angry poet.

Seriously, bannion,

we can handle things.

I was never so sure

of anything in my life.

Do you know where

the trouble's coming from?

I'd feel easier

if all of you stayed here.

Daddy!

There's my girl.

Hello, sweetheart.

How are you? Will you

tell me a story, daddy?

Why, sure. Which story, darling?

The three little kittens.

That lost their mittens.

We just heard the precinct

detail was called off.

You're sticking your neck way

out. It's a fine night for it.

Hello, dave.

Aren't you throwing that pension

of yours down into the sewer?

I got my wife's okay.

In fact, gertie used language

i didn't think she knew.

It's the first time in years

i've breathed good, clean air.

Well, you don't have to stay. Al has

some of his army friends upstairs.

If we stick around,

it'll make it official.

Thanks.

Dave, where you going now?

Oh, nowhere special.

Want company?

Uh-Uh.

A report came in this afternoon

about your barging in on mrs. Duncan.

You're not going there again?

No.

I'm vince stone's girl, debby

marsh. May i see you for a moment?

I was just leaving,

but please come in.

Thank you.

Were you in an accident?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

You have a nice home.

Thank you.

Did mr. Stone send you? No. I've

been thinking about you and me-

How much alike we are.

The mink-Coated girls.

I don't understand you. What

are you here for, miss marsh?

Debby. We should use

first names, bertha.

We're sisters under the mink.

You're not making

any sense, miss marsh.

I'd better call mr. Stone

and have him pick you up.

You're not well.

I never felt better in my life.

It'll burn

for a long time, vince.

It doesn't look bad now,

But in the morning

your face will be like mine.

Look at it.

It isn't pretty, is it?

You'll walk through side streets and

alleys so that people won't stare at you.

Oh, but you're lucky.

It won't be for long.

Bertha duncan is dead. No more

insurance for you and lagana.

The lid's off the

garbage can, and i did it.

Dave.

Debby.

I killed mrs. Duncan.

Police emergency. Get an ambulance

at 257 flower street, the penthouse.

Dave!

Go on, shoot!

Shoot, shoot!

Get up.

Come on, get up.

We'll take your gun, dave.

You can have him too.

There's one charge

against him to start with.

Over there.

We went to the duncan house.

I'm sorry you got there first. I didn't.

Did you call it in? We wanted

to catch up with you first.

Put a cover on lagana, higgins

and every other thief in town.

Duncan left a confession. It'll come

out now. The lice will try to run.

There's no use moving her.

Well, you can close your file

on the bertha duncan killing.

- Dave.

- Yes.

Am i going to die?

If i said you'd live another

100 years, you'd call me a liar.

I don't want to die.

I must look awful.

Vince shouldn't

have ruined my looks.

It was a rotten thing to do.

Dave, i'm going to die.

No, debby, no.

Remember how angry you got...

When i asked you

about your wife?

I wasn't angry.

You and katie would

have gotten along fine.

What was she like?

A real irish blow-Top,

but she always got over it fast.

She used to raise the roof with me for

missing dinner or leaving the bathroom a mess,

But a few minutes later, she'd come

in with a drink in her hand for me...

Just as though

nothing had happened.

You know, kate,

she was a sampler.

She'd take sips of my drink

and puffs on my cigarette.

Sometimes she used to

taste the food off my plate.

We got a big kick out of that.

I like her.

I like her a lot.

Sometimes when i came home from work,

she'd have the baby dressed up...

Like a little princess.

One of the most important parts

of the day was when i came in...

And saw her looking like something

just stepped down off a birthday cake.

I guess-

I guess it's that way

with most families.

How about some coffee, hugo?

Coming right up, sarge.

Homicide, bannion.

Got it.

We have a hit-And-Run

over on south street.

Keep the coffee hot, hugo.

Okay, sir.

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