The Cat's-Paw Page #11
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- 1934
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that cut off their heads!
The very sword.
Holy cats!
Hey, you!
Let me go! I gotta stop it!
Let me go, I tell you!
L-l-look!
Let me go you, fool!
Let me go!
I've gotta go down that cellar!
Boy, what a razor!
Cobby! Cobby!
Cobby! Heavens, man,
what are you doing?
Mr. Mayo, I requested
you remain upstairs.
But, Cobby, that sword...
Cobby, will you stop
that business and listen to me?
Now you're going too far, son,
you're going...
Son, you gotta lay off
this stuff!
You don't know
what you're doing!
The chief.
- Morgan?
- The big chief.
Nice little show, Cobb.
Go right ahead.
Mister, I don't belong
to this here gang.
Call it off, Cobby, please!
What good will it do you?
Do me?
Well, I'm not
thinking of myself.
I'm destroyed.
Of course,
that's of little importance.
It is important however that
the rulership of this city...
must not revert to
these gangsters and racketeers.
That's why
over the edge of the cliff...
death is sweeter if you leap
with his body in your arms.
Ling Po.
If you're just trying
to scare 'em, Mr. Cobb...
it's no use.
This bunch is too wise.
Scare them?
Gentlemen,
I'm not trying to frighten you.
information.
You're all aware
of the political frame-ups...
the corruption,
the many crimes...
that have gone unpunished
in this city.
If any of you are guilty...
or know who is
guilty of these crimes...
you may confess.
If you do not care to confess...
you will be executed.
I failed to accomplish anything
with your American methods...
therefore I'm going to adopt
You mean cut off their heads?!
I will now give you...
two minutes to decide
whether you wish...
to sign a written confession.
The choice is yours.
Prison or the next world.
In any event,
Stockport will be rid of you...
as it will be rid of me.
Aw, nuts.
I guess we're supposed
to be scared or somethin'.
Oh, it's a lot of hooey.
Don't you think?
Sure.
He's only kidding.
Boy, I hope
he's only k-k-kidding.
You know, that guy's
I beg your pardon...
but I said I don't belong
to this here gang.
Cobby, you can't do this!
That Chink stuff don't go here!
You're not in China!
You... you...
Will you stop grinding
that sword?!
Silence, please!
Stop him, Jake!
Cobby, listen to me!
You can't do this!
Cobby, you've got
to listen to me!
Let... let me go, you fool!
Let go of me, I tell ya!
Cobby! Cobby! Please, Cobby!
Cobby, this means
the electric chair!
Aw, stop him, Ed!
You're a rotten actor, Jake.
Mr. Cobb! Mr. Cobb!
Will you please listen to me?!
Please! Mr. Cobb!
Hey, wait a minute!
Why pick on me?
Hey, let's go in turns!
He was here before me!
O-oh, I w-was not. Go on.
What's that for?
What are you scared of,
you fool?
It's only a bluff.
I know it's only a bluff...
but why didn't
they pick someone else first?
Say, listen, old fella,
my doctor says...
I ain't supposed to have
any excitement.
I got liver trouble.
Hey, you ain't really
gonna do this!
Don't do that, please!
Save me, somebody!
Don't do it!
Aah!
He's done it.
Ohh!
Cobby! You can't do this!
Cobby!
Cobby, you got to listen to me!
Mr. Morgan, your hat, please.
Thank you.
Would you care
to loosen your collar?
Ow!
Ohhh...
Ohh!
I don't belong to this gang!
Don't do it! Don't do it!
Take them Chinks away!
Take them away, I tell ya!
I'll talk! I'll talk!
Oh, you wish to confess?
Yes, yes, anything!
Don't cut off my head! Don't!
Do you know anything about
those securities...
found in my safety deposit box?
Yeah! Morgan done it!
It was a frame-up!
He done it, I tell you!
I'll talk! Only take 'em away!
Take them away!
Hey, Cobby!
Get that in writing!
Will you sign a confession
to that effect?
Yes, yes!
I'll sign! I'll sign!
Anything!
Hey, Cobby! Cobby! Cobby!
Let me loose! Let me loose!
How did...
By golly, son, this clears you!
Mr. Strozzi, if there's
any crimes of your own...
that you wish to confess,
don't hesitate to do so.
Pardon me, sir.
Would you care to confess?
Will you... will you call off
these Chinks?
You'll be unharmed.
All right. I did it.
You did what?
I bumped him off.
You bumped whom off what?
Sid Bacon.
You know? You know?!
Ohh, of course.
Would you be good enough
to put that in writing?
Why, sure. Sure I will.
Sure! Yeah!
I won't talk!
No?
No!
Um, Mr. Moriarity,
I'd appreciate it...
if you'd give me a full account
of the corruption...
in the public offices during
Mr. Morgan's administration.
How do you spell murder?
Huh?
Just say you bumped him off.
I'll talk.
I c-c-conf-f-f...
Write it.
S-s-sure! Ha ha ha!
"Dear Mr. Cobb..."
By this most unusual method...
he obtained
confessions of guilt...
of every unsolved crime
of recent years.
Attaboy, China!
He has not only
vindicated himself...
but purged the city
of countless criminals...
and completely smashed
the corrupt political machine...
Yes?
It is I, Miss Pet!
Oh, you. What do you want?
I have an important statement
to make.
Well, what is it?
Won't you please
come to the door?
Uh, I can't. I'm dressing.
Miss Pet, you remember
that I recently...
proposed marriage to you and
later retracted that proposal.
I now wish to retract
that retraction.
Say, will you make up your mind?
It is made up, Miss Pet.
I want to ask...
Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
This time
you'll put it in writing.
It's pretty good rice.
I am happy you like it.
That was a great stunt
you pulled, Wangy old boy.
- It was darn clever.
- Yes.
Of course, you never fooled me
for a minute.
Oh, no, of course not.
But the boys sure fell for it,
the saps.
Ha ha ha!
Mr. And Mrs. Cobb, sir.
What?
Well, a cordial greeting,
my worthy friends.
Say, you didn't marry him?
I didn't, huh? You think
that's painted on there?
Well, I'll be. Where is he?
He's telephoning the office.
He'll be right in.
May I offer you
my humble felicitations?
Thanks, Mr. Wang.
We just dropped in
to say good-bye.
We're leaving for China
tomorrow.
You're what?!
You tell him.
Say, Pet, he can't do that!
Why not? It's his idea.
So... he wants to go back
to China.
Say, you young idiot!
I beg your pardon?
You can't walk out on this job!
What do you want to go back
to China for?
China?
Well, I'm not sure that I do.
Say, will you two
get together on this?
Why, Ezekiel, dear,
didn't you convince me...
that your duty... our duty...
lies in China?
Well, I did think...
with all those beautiful ideals.
Oh, well, I'll get a divorce!
Well, now, Miss Pet...
We're going to China.
Now, I don't want to be rude,
but we're not going to China.
We're going to China.
We're not going to China.
We're going to China.
We're not going to China!
Holy cats!
What do they need of me
in China?
This city needs a missionary
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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