The Killers Page #4

but your husband will tell you,

we have so little to work on.

Anything may help.

Oh, I don't mind telling you,

though it's not very flattering.

Ole and I had a date

to go to the movies.

At least, I thought that's

where we were going...

until we went into this hotel.

- Who's giving this party?

- Some guy lives here.

- Jake gave us the invite.

- Jake who?

Jake, the fella I introduced you to

in the restaurant the other night.

- Oh. I don't like him.

- Why?

He's got mean eyes.

Him and me may be

going into business.

Look, honey, you go on ahead.

I got a headache.

Since when? Aw, come on.

You'll have a good time.

Hello. Come in, folks. Come in.

- Swede, good to see you.

- How's it, Jake?

Fine, fine.

And it's good to see

the little lady too.

- What was your name again, honey?

- Miss Harmon.

Miss Harmon. Swell.

- Blinky, you know the Swede.

- Oh.

- Miss Harmon, Blinky Franklin.

- How do you do?

At the piano, Lou Tingle,

and our hostess, Miss Collins.

Kitty, Mr. Anderson and Miss Harmon.

Hello.

- What are you drinking, Miss Harmon?

- Ginger ale, please. Plain.

- Swede?

- Rye and water.

- Ah, Blinky.

- Yeah?

Rye and water and ginger ale plain.

Make yourself at home, folks.

- Jake tells me you're a fighter.

- Do you like the fights?

I'm afraid I've never seen one.

- No kiddin'!

- I hate brutality, Mr. Anderson.

The idea of two men beating each

other to a pulp makes me ill.

I saw all Swede's fights.

How wonderful of you.

I could never bear to see a man

I really care for being hurt.

Kitty.

Oh, excuse me.

- She's beautiful.

- Yes.

Plain ginger ale for you, lady.

I've changed my mind.

You can sweeten it now.

No trouble whatsoever.

It's a nice apartment.

Must cost a fortune to keep it up.

I'll bet they need two servants

at least to take care of it.

The more I know of love

The less I know it

Here's your drink, lady.

- The more I give to love

- I said, here's your drink, lady.

- The more I owe it

- Oh, thank you very much.

- Sit down.

- Me?

- Nice apartment.

- Big Jim likes to live well.

- Big Jim?

- Yeah. Colfax.

- He's not here tonight?

- Tonight? No, ma'am.

Nor last night nor tomorrow night.

Not for a lot of nights.

Big Jim has his time all booked up.

Jim's out of town, Miss Harmon.

A heartbreak or two

The more I know of love

And you

Right then I knew

the boat had sailed.

I just got my things

and went on home.

I don't think Ole even missed me.

He'd never been in love before.

Poor Ole. When he did fall,

it had to be for dynamite.

- Who's Big Jim?

- Colfax? A thief with a touch of class.

Was in jail at the time.

Went straight after he came out.

That was seven, eight years ago.

- And the Swede went crooked?

- I know what you're thinking, Mr. Riordan.

I seem like a good deal

of a heel, don't I?

First, I marry Ole's girl. Then I

send him up for three years.

Oh, now don't talk nonsense, Sam. I wasn't

Ole's girl, not when I married you.

And you didn't set out to arrest him.

That's right.

Lil and I had been married

about a month then.

And one night, I went

into Lou Tingle's cafe.

I'd been given a tip

on some hot jewelry.

- Hello, Sam.

- Hiya, Charlie.

Miss Bryson, Lieutenant Lubinsky.

- How're tricks, Sam?

- It's been a long time.

- You're partly to blame for that.

- Only 90 days' worth.

No hard feelings.

Who's the girl sittin'

next to Jake the Rake?

Name of Collins.

- She got any other names?

- None that I know of.

She couldn't be Kitty

Collins, could she?

Waiter!

Yes, sir?

- More coffee.

- Yes, sir.

She's Big Jim Colfax's girl,

isn't she? Or used to be.

Ole Andreson's girl now,

or so I hear.

Good night, Ginny.

Don't you know what happens to

little boys who play with matches?

Just a minute.

- Pretty, isn't it?

- I never saw it before in my life.

I don't know anything about it.

- I swear, Lieutenant.

- Get your street clothes on.

This belong to you?

That? Me? No.

- Maybe you know who the owner is.

- I haven't any idea.

Not you, Jake?

How about the rest of you?

Well, since it was Kitty here had it on,

I guess she'll have to be the one I take in.

- Let's go, Kitty.

- Hi, Swede.

Hello, Barbara.

Oh, thank you.

Hello, everybody.

Kitty, Jake. All set to go?

I finally got some front row...

Sam! Well, I'll be! How are you, boy?

Okay, Ole. Okay.

You seem to be doing all right.

That numbers racket really pays off.

Boy, you know everything.

This is one smart copper.

You know how long him and me knows

each other? Since we were little kids.

How about a fast drink?

What's the matter?

Kitty, what is it?

I'm runnin' her in, Swede.

- You mean a pinch?

- That's what I mean.

But you can't do this, Sam.

You're not going to try and

stop me, are you, Ole?

Don't you worry, honey.

Nothing's gonna happen to you.

- Sam, let's go sit down and talk...

- Some other time, Ole.

But be reasonable, Sam. You don't

understand. Kitty here and me are...

I know. I know. But I'm

only interested in this.

Sorry your girl had to be wearin'

it, but that's how it goes.

- If your girl happens to be a shoplifter...

- It's not true, Swede.

I didn't take it. I had

no idea it was stolen.

Swede, make him listen. I'll give it back.

I'll do anything if he'll just let me go.

Please, don't let him take me in,

Swede, or they'll throw the book at me.

Sam.

I'm asking you for old time's sake.

- There's nothing I can do, Ole. Come on.

- Wait a minute.

You don't want her, Sam.

I swiped that stuff myself.

I was lettin' her wear

it just for tonight.

I'm the one you're after. Get me?

Try and get me.

Of course, we did get

him the next day.

He was trying to catch

a bus to New York.

I pleaded with him to tell the

truth, but he stuck to his story.

It got him three years.

I went down to the train

when they took him away,

and that was the last

I ever saw of him.

You'd have never known that right

of his was broken, the way it felt.

- What became of Kitty?

- Oh, she went her own sweet way.

Haven't heard of her in years.

- Oh, Lilly.

- Yes, dear.

You better get ready.

We're burying Ole this

afternoon, Mr. Riordan.

Us and Packy Robinson.

When I read in the papers about him being

dead, I sent to Brentwood for his body.

I figured we owed him

a decent send-off.

All that the Father giveth

me shall come to me,

and him that cometh to me

I will in no wise cast out.

He that raised up Jesus from

the dead will also quicken...

our mortal bodies by his

spirit that dwelleth in us.

Riordan, if you ever

find out who killed Ole,

let me in on it.

Who's the man with the derby?

Packy was his manager.

- And the guy with him?

- Joe Smalley, his trainer.

At thy right hand, there

is pleasure forevermore.

Who's the other fellow over there?

Oh, an old-time hoodlum

named Charleston.

And we commit his body to the ground.

Earth to earth,

ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Charleston don't talk, see.

Even if he's worked over

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