The Cat's-Paw Page #10
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- 1934
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and it's kind of got you...
off your nut
and I don't blame you...
but what you want to do
is ridiculous!
Sure, we know every grafter,
every gangster in this town.
Know 'em like a book,
and we'd like to get...
the goods on 'em
just as much as you.
Why, there's a hundred murders,
robberies...
every crime encountered
we ain't ever solved...
though we know
these fellas did them...
but we ain't got nothing on 'em.
You'll arrest them all...
with or without evidence.
But, Mr. Mayor, if I did that...
Don't worry.
I'll take the responsibility.
But it won't do no good!
Morgan will have them
all out in no time!
Arrest Morgan, too.
Arrest Morgan?!
Say, now listen, Cobby,
even so...
we'd be up to our necks
Sure, you couldn't hold him
in jail 20 minutes.
Pardon me?
You couldn't keep him in jail,
don't you understand?
You're not to put them in jail.
Sure, you just said
to arrest them.
Yes... and deliver them...
to the great cellar
of Tien Wang.
Where?
The basement below
the antique store...
of Tien Wang in Chinatown.
Hold them there
with an armed guard.
Say, you have gone nuts!
Well, of all the crazy...
Did you ever hear
the story of Fu Wong?
No! I suppose
he was Ling Po's grandfather.
When Fu Wong was about
to be executed...
he took the city
with sudden onslaught...
and for 48 hours,
he ruled supreme.
During that time...
he cleansed
the wicked city of Gang Wo...
and dishonest official...
and cut off their heads.
Sure, son, that's a nice story,
but let's...
Then he gave himself up
to the emperor...
and although honored
for his noble deed...
was himself executed...
because the law had been broken.
Say, listen, son,
we ain't got time...
to read the history of China!
Tien Wang
has in his possession...
the very sword used
in beheading those bandits.
Think of that!
I'm thinking of your crazy idea
of rounding up these gangsters.
What are you gonna do with them?
What do you want 'em
in the cellar for?
You leave that to me.
What do you got in mind, son?
Now, remember,
you ain't in China.
Now, if you don't wish
to carry out my orders...
you may resign.
Well, I'll stand by you, son,
but I wish you'd tell me.
And you?
All right, I'll round 'em up
for you, but...
Then do so.
Say, son, you ain't
gonna do anything...
Well, come on, Pat,
let's shoot the peace.
And of all
the cockeyed ideas...
I'll have to strike suddenly
and all at one time.
Say, at 7:
00.Yes,
and you'll have to work fast.
Say, what was that story...
about the guy
who cut off their heads?
Ah, a lot of hooey to me.
You don't suppose that...
No, of course not.
But still...
He's full of
those Chinese ideas.
Oh, but he wouldn't.
Now, don't worry, Pat.
I suppose it's all right.
Now, don't worry, I tell you.
Don't worry.
But do you suppose
he's really got...
the sword of that Chinese guy?
Pack up, boys. We're moving.
Pete, take 'em all.
On your feet, mugs.
You're going for a ride.
Hey, boys.
Ed, take care of 'em.
All right, you boys,
the mayor's giving a party...
and you're all invited!
We're in for it!
Must be a parade.
Hello, Gil. Just have time
for a cup of coffee.
No, you haven't. Come on!
I got a perfect alibi.
Come on, Eddie.
Gonna take a little ride.
Wait a minute, Merv.
- Come on.
- What's it all about?
Search me. Just got orders
to run you all in.
10 cents for the shoe shine,
please, boss.
Oh, yes. Yes, of course.
OK!
I don't belong to this gang!
Come on, Joey.
You're pinched.
Huh? What for?
Search me. Mayor's orders.
Oh, give me a chance
to get my hair cut.
Come on. Never mind the...
What the...?!
Say, youse ain't got nothin'
on me!
Well, put something on
and come along.
Now, wait a minute!
Wait a minute!
You want me to come clean,
don't you?
Hey, stop that!
Listen here, where are we going?
What's the idea?
Hey, why the ice wagon?
We haven't got enough patrols
for this roundup.
Hey!
By the way, you can't hold us!
I tell you, I don't know...
anything more about it
than you do.
What kind of a joint is this?
What are you doing,
holding a convention, Jake?
Bah.
to Chinatown.
Hey, mister, I don't belong
to this here gang.
Hey!
Come on!
What are you fighting for,
you sap?
They can't hold us.
Oh, what are we gonna do,
play a game or something?
Yeah. The idea of this game
is "Try and get out."
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah!
Some of Mad Cobb's
little playmates, huh?
Yeah. Sort of
a Chinese chain gang.
Must be a sightseein' tour
of Chinatown.
Oh, Jake!
Boy, what a mob.
How's it coming?
Right on schedule.
Ain't missed a one.
- Got 'em all in the cellar?
- Yeah.
- Disarmed?
- Yeah.
- Where's the mayor?
- Down with 'em.
- What's he doing?
- I don't know!
Well, why don't you find out?
He won't let me down.
He won't even talk to me.
Pat, we never should have
let him do this.
Don't I know it.
Listen, Jake, you're me boss.
Give me the word
and I'll call it off.
I can't, Pat.
I can't call it off now.
Promised the darn fool
I'd stick with him.
And I've gotta stick.
What an idiot
I've turned out to be.
Well, I'm off to get Morgan.
Yeah.
What's the idea of
bringing us down here for?
No time for riddles.
Come on.
Say, I know this joint.
That Chink friend of the mayor.
Say, Mayo, what are you trying
to pull around here?
- What's your gag?
- My gag?
It ain't mine, brother.
Ask the mayor.
Where is he?
Down the cellar
with every crook in Stockport.
Say, he can't get away
with this!
He's... he's gone nuts!
That's just what I'm afraid of.
You mean...
bandits in China.
And now he won't talk to nobody
but them Chinks in the cellar.
Is that big Chink
with the sword down there?
It's full of Chinks.
Come on, Strozzi,
down the cellar.
- I won't go!
- Come on.
You can't do this to me,
I tell ya!
I'll... I'll phone Morgan!
You won't have to.
He'll be here.
You... you pinched Morgan?!
What's he saying?
Who do you think I am, a Chink?
Go on, get down there.
All right, all right, I'm going!
Hey, listen, Cobb...
What are you trying
to get away with...
What's the idea of
this Chink stuff, you mug?
What did you tell that guy?
Hey, wait a minute.
around like this.
Let go of me!
Morgan'll have youse deported!
Ow!
This is an outrage.
I'm going to see
the district attorney.
He's r-right over t-there.
Ha ha!
Why, you can't hold me, Shigley.
I'll be out of here
in a half hour...
on a writ of habeas corpus.
You know that.
Maybe, but you'll have
to write it in Chinese.
Bah! What's the matter
with you, Mayo?
You losing your mind?
That's just what I'm doing.
Well, you better find it and
you better find it right away.
If I only knew what that guy
was gonna do down that cellar.
Pat! That story...
Do you remember?
The Chink
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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