The Street with No Name Page #2

- Hello, Inspector.

- Hello, Hank.

Nice to see you again.

Did you get my man?

Have a good man for you to look over.

Just the qualifications you need.

Defending against the knife attack

is a very dangerous proposition...

and should be avoided if possible.

That's Cordell with the instructor.

Been in the field two years.

He's back for in-service training.

You're closing in

on a hijacker when he suddenly...

I'm sorry, Mr. Haynes.

Not at all.

Cordell, this is a test

of your reactions.

Here are photographs of

four armed killers. Study them carefully.

Look upon them as living people,

armed and dangerous.

- Got it?

- Yes, sir.

- Thank you, Woody. Are there any questions?

- No, sir.

Go to the starting point

and load without further command.

Are you ready, shooter?

- Yes, sir.

- Start walking.

That's good. Always take cover

when you're outnumbered.

Reload and holster.

Start walking.

- Well, why didn't you shoot?

- Because he wants to surrender.

- We wouldn't shoot a man in cold blood.

- Re-holster. Still walking.

- Why did you shoot the man on the left first?

- Already had his gun drawn.

Re-holster and start walking.

- Why didn't you shoot?

- He's using an innocent person as a shield.

Re-holster. Resume walking.

Cordell's fine.

He's a good choice, Hank.

- Send him over to my office first thing in the morning.

- Certainly, Mr. Briggs.

- Send him over to my office first thing in the morning.

- Certainly, Mr. Briggs.

- Now then, the bank robbery

and both the murders...

Mr. Gordon.

- Hello, Cy.

- Mr. Briggs.

- I don't think you know Gene Cordell.

- No, I don't believe I do.

- How are you, Gene?

- It's good to see you again.

Do I know him?

I brought him into the Bureau.

Taught him to shoot at the right target.

Kept him from being a wealthy lawyer.

I was just telling Gene.

Cy already knows the case.

The same gang

that pulled the bank robbery...

also pulled the Meadowbrook job.

That's when they framed Danker.

Now, we know that Danker's hangout

was right in this section, skid row.

Here, we have it over here.

Here's Dock Street.

Here's where he lived, at the Royal.

These are the various poolrooms and dives

that he was known to hang out in.

There's the Dock Street Gym.

We know gangsterism is returning.

Since the war,

at least a half a dozen gangs...

have sprung up

in that area alone.

The juvenile delinquents of yesterday...

all of them more clever,

more ruthless than the old-time mobs.

And as I say, we're convinced

that one of those new gangs...

is responsible

for the murders of Malloy...

the Jannings girl and Danker.

Solve any one of those three murders,

we'll have the gang we're after.

Gene, you're going

to follow in Danker's steps.

Cy, as I explained,

you're to surveil him every minute.

Gene's only communication, unless

otherwise directed, is going to be through you.

- I understand.

- Cy will be living right across the street...

at the Gilbert.

This Danker was a tough kid that knew

his way around. You're to be his carbon copy.

- Right, sir.

- Now, this is our plan.

Suppose you were to drift

into Center City.

In the days that followed,

Special Agent Eugene Cordell...

using the cover name

of George Manly...

made himselfknown

throughout the skid row area.

That's great!

You listen to me. Fanning a few spar boys

don't mean you're ready for Kluney.

Why, you stick your head

in a meat grinder.

What do you think I did?

I busted her jaw in three places.

- No doll can take me to the cleaners.

- Not much.

- Hiya, boys.

- Hi, George.

Are you kidding?

Hi. Twenty-five cents admission,

everybody.

- Hello, George.

- Hello, George.

How are you?

Hiya, Bob. How's everything?

Give me 50 on that, will you, Matty?

In ring number two...

Baby McGee now going in

against Rudi Adano.

And in ring number one,

Kid Giveno boxing with Fred Fay.

Hey, Giveno,

step in with that left jab.

Keep it up high.

All right, shoot the lights.!

No, no.

You're telegraphing it.

Hey, snoop, dry up, will you?

Keep your right up.

Block that hook.

Hey, buster, take off.

- You his trainer?

- What about it?

- What are you training him for, a quick dive?

- Hey, listen, you...

The way he looks,

he couldn't even lick an ice-cream cone.

- Keep your left up! You're a sucker for a right!

- Shut up.

- Open your teeth once more, and so help me...

- Only trying to help your boy.

- He could use a little sharpening up.

- Throw him out of here!

- Now, wait a minute!

- Get out of here!

Lay off.

Maybe you could show the kid

a couple of things.

Could be.

- I'll give you five bucks for every round you go.

- Make it 10.

- You've got a deal.

- Okay.

- Get the, uh, champ some gear.

- Sure.

A pleasure.

Who's the big moneyman...

gonna pay me off?

- That's Alec himself.

- Come again?

Alec Stiles. He only owns this joint,

that's all.

- You better give him his buck's worth.

- I wouldn't worry about that.

- You any good?

- Good enough.

- Who'd you ever fight?

- I been hit by the best.

You think you could maybe,

uh, last a round?

I'll take a little bet on it.

Wait a minute.

Hey, Punchy, come here.

- Me?

- Yeah, you.

Here. Spread this.

Take 20-to-1 Giveno.

Don't knock him out in the first.

Twenty-to-one he lasts a round.

You got it?

- Twenty-to-one?

- Twenty-to-one.

Twenty-to-one.

Twenty-to-one.

- If you last, I'll cut you in.

- You better, or I'll take a dive.

Sparring with Kid Giveno...

- What's your name?

- Just call me Kid Dynamite.

- Kid Dynamite.

- Kid Dynamite.

Kid Dynamite. Get in there

and take the conceit out of that guy.

Keep your elbows in.

You're gonna take off.

Keep your chin down,

left up high.

- A cutie, huh?

- Yeah.

Hey, great!

- Keep that chin down!

- That's it! That's it! Keep at him!

Don't lose your head.

You're swinging too wild.

Come on, Dynamite!

Come on.

Settle down, will you?

What's the matter with you?

Why don't you get that left hand working?

- You're letting that guy make you look like an amateur.

- Hey.

Ten bucks.

Yeah, you're dynamite, okay.

Now, look.

Get him in the nose. In the nose!

It breaks easy. Scatter it all over his kisser.

You're the favorite now.

How about me putting some dough

on Giveno and you take a dive, huh?

We'll rook the joint.

Cut you in 50-50.

That's it. In the nose!

In the nose!

Hit him up with that left!

Easy, boy.

You're wide open.

Now you got him.

- Come on!

- Get going. Come on, baby!

Nice work, Giveno.

You're a great fighter, boy.

The champ!

Champ? I oughta

take a sock at you myself. Come on.

- Nice going.

- Thanks, pal.

I'll bring your cut

as soon as I collect it.

Let me know when you're in the mood

for a dive and we'll make a mint.

I'll send you a wire.

Dynamite. Good boy.

- Not bad, not bad.

- Thanks.

Ever think of doing it

for more than laughs?

Easier ways

to pick up a quick buck.

For instance?

- Shivvy.

- Yeah, boss?

- Come here.

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