The Street with No Name Page #4

available to the gang.

Upon concluding his report,

Special Agent Cordell returned to Center City.

Out kind of late, ain't you?

- What's the idea?

- Where you been, Georgie?

I took a ferry across the river.

- What for?

- What's it to ya?

- What business you got across the river?

- I said, what's it to ya?

You don't take no ferryboat rides

in the middle of the night for your health.

- What did you pull?

- You got a long nose. Why don't you keep it to yourself?

From now on you ain't got no business

that ain't Alec's.

What do you think this is,

a penny stick-up outfit?

You mean I gotta share my special numbers

with you mugs?

What's the matter with the dames

on this side of the river?

You got a red queen

on a red king.

Everybody got it?

That's okay. Now play it back

just like it's going to be.

At 25 after 10:
00,

I drive up with you to the gate.

You're in the back seat

all dressed up in a monkey suit.

Get on with it.

The guard takes us for one of

the invited characters, so he lets us in.

And once through the gate, I get out

of the car and... boing... rock him to sleep.

- Okay, come on, come on!

- I pull in car two and keep the motor running.

Same here,

in car number three.

As you pull in, I'm cuttin'the wires

to the switch box. Then I start whistlin;

When Whitey whistles...

me and Mutt get out of the car,

go in the kitchen.

- I stand by and keep the motor running.

- 10:
30, Monk...

Georgie, me and you,

we're goin' in through the front.

We head for the banquet room.

I make 'em line up, face the right and left walls.

- I cover 'em.

- Are you with us, or some dame?

- Shut up.

- I'm right with you, boss.

Keep that head of yours where it belongs,

or some cop'll blow it off, pretty boy.

- You ain't kiddin;

- Nobody asked you.

All right.

We head for the banquet room.

- I make 'em line up, face the right and left walls.

- I cover 'em.

I take 'em on the left wall,

work 'em over for whatever they got.

- Ditto for them on the right wall.

- All right. Now for the getaway.

- Shivvy and me, we carry the junk out.

- I cover you.

- Right.

- I head north on Highway 7.

- And we meet back here. Any questions?

- Nah.

Okay. Whitey, Nick, Mutt, swipe three cars

and bring 'em around back of the gym.

- Uh-huh.

- We take off at 10:00 sharp.

- Right, boss.

- Pick me out a limousine, will ya?

- Where we gonna eat?

- I don't know. Try that new place.

Yeah. That's close by.

- Nice going, General.

- What's the use of having a war if you don't learn from it?

- Hiya, fellows.

- Hello, Judy.

- You're not leaving already?

- Okay. Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Come on.

- Thanks, boss.

- I'll be right down.

Why didn't you let 'em

stick around here and clean up this mess?

Looks like

they've been raised in a trough.

Well, if the maid were here,

she'd really blow her top.

Oh, the Willard mansion, huh? You know,

I read they got gold faucets in every bathroom.

Gee, they must creep with money.

I heard Mrs. Willard had a...

- Didn't I tell you never to poke your nose in my...

- Cut it out!

Who do you think you're shovin' around?

One of your dumb lugs? I don't take it!

- Don't you touch me!

- You open your trap, and I'll...

- I will! You ever touch me again, I swear I will!

- Shut up!

I hope they get ya tonight.

Yeah, I hope they do for me!

- See ya.

- Ten minutes, champ.

Right.

Oh, what I couldn't do with that bus

when I ain't workin'.

Snap it up, boys.

Boss'll be down in a minute.

- Got it?

- Yeah.

Okay. Get it under cover.

Hey, champ.

Get a load of this.

Okay.

Cars one and four

will cover the highway.

Jeff s station

will be at the roadblock.

That's it, men. Okay.

Rifle 3184.

Shotgun 3274.

Rifle 20492.

Inspector. Lieutenant.

I got away as soon as I could, Chief.

- I'm glad you let me in on it.

- You wanted me to keep you posted.

We're all set.

Pick yourself a boom-boom.

- A honey of a Luger.

- Lay off. That's the boss's.

You got another one?

Thanks.

Looks like we'll make it okay,

Inspector, with time to spare.

Take the bridge route. We'll go by way

of Agnes Avenue. We'll go in Demory's car.

- All right. Answer it, can't you?

- Okay, boss.

Close it up.

- Who sneezed?

- That wasn't a sneeze, boss. It was just a sort of a cough.

Yeah?

He's busy.

Okay. Hang on.

Phone for ya.

Says it's important.

Yeah?

What?

Okay.

- Better get goin', boss.

- It's off.

- What do you mean, it's off?

- Dump those cars and turn in your guns.

All of you. Beat it.

Okay, boys.

Let's stash 'em.

- What's the deal?

- Don't ask me.

Inspector Briggs, call your office.

15 p. m., K.R.Z.A.

This is Briggs calling W.F.B.I.

Come in, W.F.B.I.

This is W.F.B.I. Mr. Briggs, stand by

for a direct message from Blanket.

- Go ahead, Blanket.

- This is Blanket.

Received urgent message

from Gene.

"Family will not appear.

"Plans canceled.

Family warned

you were waiting for them. "

Thanks. Stand by.

- They're not gonna show.

- How come?

I'm sorry, Chief.

It looks like they decided not to show up.

- Why, it's only quarter after now.

- No. I got a message.

- They won't be here.

- What do you suppose happened?

I wish I knew.

Stop it!

- Tipped the cops, didn't you?

- No! No!

- I didn't! Honest I didn't!

- Didn't you?

- Alec, no! I swear! Please!

- You tipped them!

Oh, my God.!

- You tipped the cops, didn't you?

- No, I didn't!

You tipped 'em!

You tipped 'em! You tipped 'em!

I didn't!

- Hiya, guys.

- What's new?

Sure felt good to get out

of that chauffeur's outfit.

- Hey. Double for me.

- Okay, Matty.

- What are you guys gonna have?

- Straight bourbon. - Same.

- Bourbon. Got that?

- Did you ditch the cars?

What do you think?

- Any idea why the boss blew the deal?

- No. What's your guess?

- I pass.

- I think that...

- You pass too.

- How 'bout a little game of poker?

- Good idea. - Count

me in. - See you, guys.

- What's the rush, Georgie?

- I got a date.

- Same here.

- Across the river?

- So long, fellas.

- So long.

- How about coming up to my place?

- Good idea.

- So long, Uncle Matty.

- Aah.

- Night, Matty.

- Good pickings, champ.

This is Stiles.

I'm coming out to see you.

No. Now.

- You shouldn't have come here.

- I had to.

Now, what is it that couldn't wait

until tomorrow morning?

- That tip-off. Where'd it come from?

- The F.B.I.

Luckily for you,

I was around.

Take my advice, Stiles:

Lay low for a while.

They've got nothing on me.

But maybe

I've got something on them.

- What do you mean?

- This gun.

Somebody just broke

into my arsenal and shot it off.

- What for?

- What do you think?

Bright boys... trying to match it up

with a couple of souvenirs...

I left in the Meadowbrook

and the bank job.

Bright boys... thinking only they

can play at being cops.

You get the fingerprints

off this gun.

The way I figure it, maybe the same rat

who tipped them shot it off.

Mm. Any ideas?

Yeah. Eight.

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