The Racket Page #8

McQuigg, that guy framed me | if he couldn't do it no other way.

It's no use, Nick, I tried.

You tried. You better try harder, Judge, | or you'll all swing.

You understand what I mean?

Who do you think you're dealing with? | A fall guy? A patsy?

What do you mean, Nick?

You know what I mean, you two-bit crook.

Who pays off who and why is what I mean.

Where the big bankroll | and the big boys are.

New York even, shall we say?

- Who'd believe you? | - That crime commission.

I can give them names, | phone numbers, addresses.

- You couldn't prove it. | - I've got it all on paper.

What's the matter with you? | You think I'm stupid or something?

I was running this town

when you cheap jerks were still | eating at diners.

You want to go back to diners | or something worse?

You mean you'd talk, Nick?

And how. About the big graft.

About who the Acme Real Estate Company | is and why.

The old man says I got to stand arrest.

How would the old man like | to stand arrest maybe?

- He may be right, Mr. Welsh. | - Yeah, he may be.

We got to help him.

Yeah, but we got to have an alibi.

Turk.

That's an alley. It's dark now.

Tear the shade like you went out fast.

- Give me your rod. | - Sorry, I might need it.

Hurry, Nick, hurry.

What's up, Welsh?

- Tell him. | - Wait, wait.

Not me.

Do you think I'd let any lousy politician | tell me what to do?

I'm through waiting.

Now you double-crossers can | double-cross each other.

My boys will go to the polls next week | with orders to let the people vote honest.

Give me that gun.

In the belly if you move.

Turk!

It was the second one that got him.

Call the coroner, will you?

You know, you gave me a bad minute.

Didn't you have this figured?

Till he grabbed the gun. | I didn't know it wasn't loaded.

Oh, I did that, Captain. Safer.

Well, you might have told me.

Hey, Sullivan.

Just as you thought, Captain.

Well, I hope I haven't made you | our next governor.

You mean you thought this all out?

Sometimes policemen can think.

They always go too far.

Irene.

Now what?

Don't you think | we can even make a try at it?

I guess you can't blame anyone for trying,

can you?

Are Mr. Welsh and a Sergeant Turk here?

Well, they're pretty busy right now.

Mr. Welsh will see me.

And who might you be?

I've been hoping to meet you | for a long time.

Mr. Welsh, you have callers.

Hello, Harry.

I'm sorry I can't help you boys just now. | I'm very busy.

Perhaps tomorrow?

- One question, Mr. Welsh. | - Well?

When did you become a stockholder | in the Acme Real Estate Company?

Anything more, Captain?

Yeah, a lot more for Welsh and Turk.

The machinery finally caught up | with them.

- Machinery? | - Justice.

It's a kind of machine, slow machine.

People like Turk and Welsh are always | throwing sand in it.

Getting it out of gear.

Why do we let them, Delaney?

You, me, the public. | I get mighty sick and tired of it.

Constant fight, constant struggle.

- Better get some rest, Tom. | - Rest?

Yeah, but tomorrow | it starts all over again.

- Good night, Jim. | - Good night.

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