The Street with No Name Page #3

- I don't want any part of it.

Why not?

Take care of this.

Check.

- I think I got a lead.

- Yeah.

At the gym.

Somebody went

through my wallet.

Stole my Social Security card.

- What's your name, fellow?

- What's it to you?

- Come on. Let's have it.

- Manly.

- George Manly?

- Yeah.

- You're under arrest.

- What for?

- Suspicion of robbery.

- What? Are you kidding? I ain't robbed nothing.

Next time you break into a jewelry store,

don't leave your Social Security card.

Cordell's Social Security card,

planted in a robbed jewelry store...

coupled with his arrest,

was the first indication...

that the Bureau's plan

was meeting with success.

For if the plan were working,

as apparently it was...

then Cordell indeed

was walking in Danker's shoes.

Here. Relax.

- Relax!

- Okay.

On January 4, a routine request...

one of approximately 26,000

received daily by the F.B.I....

came into the identification division

from the police department of Center City.

It asked for the complete record

of George Manly.

A search of the name index failed

to reveal any record on George Manly.

His classification

was then obtained...

and checked

through 107 million fingerprints on file.

Of those cards having

the same general classification...

the sorting machine rejected

all but one possibility.

This was then traced

to the criminal fingerprint files...

which identified George Manly

as being Eugene Cordell...

a special agent

of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

It was brought to the immediate attention

of the assistant director...

in charge

of the identification division.

He and Inspector Briggs

had anticipated this request...

for the criminal record of George Manly

as a result of Agent Cordell's arrest.

To prevent Cordell's exposure,

a false record had been prepared.

This was now forwarded

through routine channels...

to the police department

of Center City.

The following day in Center City...

a bail bond was put up for the release

of George Manly by a Mr. John Smith.

Once more the pattern

was repeating itself.

What had happened to Danker was

happening to Agent Cordell step-by-step.

Your boy just checked out. Yeah.

Hello, Dynamite.

I haven't seen you around here lately.

Back now.

In ring number two, Phil Giordano...

now going in

against Frankie Cole.

And in ring number one,

Billy McClurd boxing with Georgie Grishand.

Hey, Dynamite.

- Well, haven't seen you around lately.

- Been away.

- Is that right?

- Weekend in the country.

- Courtesy of the city, huh?

- Something like that.

Georgie.

We, uh...

- We oughta get to know each other better.

- Anything in mind?

- Got anything on for tonight?

- Not yet.

You're invited.

- Where?

- At 111...

Somebody'll pick you up

around 9:
00.

The Royal, isn't it?

Crummy joint.

Okay, I'll bet ten.

Okay, I'll bet ten.

So why don't you guys

wait on yourself once in a while.

- Here, take this.

- I'm out. When's somebody gonna give me a hand?

- Oh, stop griping.

- I'll call that 10 and bump you 10.

- Who's winning?

- Well, I'm not.

- Here.

- Thanks.

- Three ladies, huh?

- Aw, shut up!

- And I was gonna shoot the works with three jacks.

- You see?

Drop dead.

Here you are, honey.

- How about giving me a little kiss, huh?

- Do you mind?

- You're breathing down my neck.

- My affectionate husband.

- Who opened that window?

- Well, not me.

- Think I'd open a window with you in the room?

- You fresh-air nut.

You open that window again,

I'll throw you out of it.

Come here.

Well, answer it!

Well, what do you think

I was gonna do?

Oh, hiya, Matty.

- Judy, I want you to get acquainted with Miss LeVal.

- Oh.

Hiya, fellas.

I want you all to be introduced

to Miss Valentine LeVal, the actress.

Hi, fellas.

Looks like you're having a good game.

Come over here and meet Alec.

Alec, this is Valentine LeVal,

in person.

- Delighted, I'm sure.

- How you like, boss? Some class.

- Where'd she get that coat?

- A present from her Uncle Matty.

Come out here,

Uncle Matty.

Does that dame know

where the coat came from?

Of course not, boss.

You know I don't tell dames nothing.

Just like you say,

never trust a dame.

And dopes.

You know that coat's hot.

Do you wanna lead the cops

right to us?

- I told you never to buy anything from a fence.

- But she...

Now, take off!

And ditch that coat...

before she tells the cops

where she got it, Uncle Matty.

- I'll take it.

- Make up your mind.

- Hello, Georgie.

- Hi.

Boss.

Come on in here

where it's private.

- Hiya, champ, Shivvy. I want you to meet...

- Did you say something?

- No, boss, I didn't say nothing.

- Blow.

What's griping him?

Sit down.

Well, Georgie...

what's your racket?

What's yours?

Sweet job you pulled in Pittsburgh.

Smart. No conviction.

- Never been in Pittsburgh.

- No?

How about San Diego, April '46?

Suspicion of armed robbery.

- No conviction.

- You got me crossed.

How about Philly,

last December?

Grand larceny.

No conviction.

Miami, Richmond, Trenton.

No convictions.

- What you selling?

- Here.

Take a look at this.

Direct from the F.B.I.

Or, uh, should I say indirect?

Through my pipeline...

in the police department.

Sorry about the weekend

I gave you, Georgie.

But you see...

I'm building an organization

along scientific lines.

I need men

who know their way around...

who can get by.

That's why I screened you.

- Screened?

- Sure, like in the army.

Only I pick my own recruits.

You see, it works like this.

I spot a guy who looks good.

So what do I do?

I get him framed.

The cops check his record

through the F.B.I. Then I get it.

It's my idea.

It takes connections...

but I've got them.

Should be back

in the police files, huh?

It'll get back...

same way it got out.

- Convinced?

- Not bad.

Coming in, Georgie?

What about my hearing?

Supposed to show up in court Friday.

It'll be fixed. Forget it.

And there's one thing

you'd better get straight.

There's just one idea man

in this outfit...

me.

I do the thinking.

I give the orders.

That's okay by me, boss.

Yeah, I'm gonna like you, Georgie.

You catch on fast. Here.

Buy yourself a closet

full of clothes.

I like my boys to look sharp.

Come on in the other room.

It's chilly in here.

- What'll it be?

- Coffee and...

- Out of doughnuts.

- Okay, give me some pie.

- Out of pie. Toast.

- You won't get an argument out of me, honey. Toast.

- Hamburger.

- With?

Everything.

Say, miss,

when's the next ferry?

Every hour on the half hour.

Say, ain't that Georgie?

Yeah.

Wait here.

Hey, do you want

to break your neck?

Sorry.

- Hello, Gene.

- It's good to see you again, Mr. Briggs.

I flew in

from Washington tonight.

Cordell's report convinced Inspector Briggs...

that the Stiles gang

was the one they were after.

Now it was imperative to secure

concrete evidence to obtain a conviction...

and to ferret out

who in the police department...

was making the Bureau's records

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