They Made Me a Criminal Page #2

HA HA HA!

OW!

WILL YOU:

CUT IT OUT?

OOH, THE CHAMP

CAN'T TAKE IT.

PIPE DOWN,

WILL YOU, BUDGIE?

YOU'LL WAKE

MR. BRADFIELD'S MOTHER.

SHE'S A SOUND

SLEEPER.

SURE. SHE'S

A SHLOUND SHLEEPER.

SHE'S A SHLEEP

SHLOUNDER.

WHY DON'T YOU

GO HOME?

OH, JOHNNIE, DON'T BE LIKE THAT.

BUDGIE WAS ONLY KIDDING,

WEREN'T YOU, HONEY?

WELL, I DON'T LIKE THAT KIND OF KIDDING.

SHE'S

SLUG NUTTY.

LISTEN. YOU CANT TALK

THAT WAY TO MY FRIENDS.

FRIENDS,

NOTHING.

NOBODY HAS GO ANY FRIENDS.

COME ON, HONEY.

GIVE ME:

ANOTHER DRINK.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN,

"NOBODY HAS GOT FRIENDS"?

AIN'T I

YOUR FRIEND?

YEAH,

YOU'RE MY FRIEND.

FOR 50%, YOU'RE

MY FRIEND.

THAT AIN'T RIGHT.

YEAH. YOU'RE MY FRIEND

NOW BECAUSE I'M UP,

BUT YOU AIN' FOOLING ME.

YOU'D TAKE MY ROLL,

MY WATCH, AND MY GIRL

IF YOU THOUGHT YOU

COULD GET AWAY WITH IT.

IF YOU WERE SOBER, YOU

WOULDN'T TALK LIKE THAT.

EH, GO ON.

IT'S A SUCKER'S GAME.

YOU MEAN,

THE FIGHT RACKET?

I MEAN,

BREATHING, LIVING.

NOBODY DOES ANYTHING UNLESS

THERE'S SOMETHING IN IT.

IF YOU DO,

YOU'RE A SUCKER.

EXCEP YOUR MOTHER, HUH?

HA HA HA!

THAT'S A LAUGH.

MY MOTHER.

MY DEAR, OLD MOTHER.

I HAVEN'T GO A MOTHER.

THAT GRAY-HAIRED OLD

LADY STUFF IS JUST A LINE,

A LINE FOR SUCKERS.

WELL, THAT'S

A GOOD LINE, AT THAT.

SURE IT IS.

SO IS THE ONE ABOU BOOZE AND WOMEN.

WHY, I'VE LAPPED UP

MORE BOOZE:

AND RAN AROUND:

WITH MORE WOMEN,

AND THE MOTHER ANGLE,

WHY, THAT'S JUST STANDARD.

CAN YOU DIE?

THAT JOHNNIE BRADFIELD

AIN'T GOT A MOTHER.

SHE WAS JUST A PROP

TO CATCH SUCKERS.

WELL, THERE'S A STORY FOR

YOUR PAPER, CHARLIE, HUH?

YEAH, SURE.

WHAT WAS THAT?

WHAT SHE SAY?

SHE SAID PLENTY. THAT MUG IS A REPORTER.

REPORTER?

HEY, CAN'T YOU TAKE

A JOKE, JOHNNIE?

THAT'S RIGHT,

THE "MORNING GRAPHIC."

YOU WOULDN'T PRIN WHAT JOHNNIE JUST SAID

IN YOUR PAPER,

WOULD YOU?

NOW, WOULDN'T I?

CAN YOU THINK:

OF A BETTER STORY?

WELL, SO LONG,

FOLKS, AND THANKS.

JUST A MINUTE, MAGEE,

YOU'RE GONNA

STICK AROUND A WHILE.

OH, YEAH?

YEAH!

YOU DAMES GO:

POWDER YOUR NOSES.

YOU WOULDN' DO ANYTHING.

NOT UNLESS WE HAVE TO.

SCRAM.

LISTEN, MAGEE. YOU

AIN'T GONNA PRINT THAT.

I'D BE A SUCKER

IF I DIDN'T.

AND I'D BE A SUCKER IF I

DIDN'T TAKE A POKE AT YOU,

AND THAT GOES FOR EVERY TIME I SEE YOU.

Doc:
JUST A MINUTE, MAGEE.

YOU'RE NO LEAVING YET.

OH!

WHAT GOES ON OUT HERE? JOHNNIE!

JOHNNIE,

ARE YOU HURT?

NO. HE'S ALL RIGHT.

CHARLIE!

CHARLIE, WHAT HAVE

THEY DONE TO YOU?

CHARLIE. CHARLIE.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

HOLY...

WHAT?

NOTHING.

HE'S DEAD.

HE'S DEAD!

SIT DOWN! SHUT UP!

WHAT DID YOU:

DO THAT FOR?

SHE HAD I COMING TO HER.

COME ON. LET'S BLOW.

WE CAN'T.

JOHNNIE IS OUT COLD.

WE GOT TO.

GET YOUR WRAPS.

COME ON. HELP ME GET HIM OUT OF HERE.

BUT WHERE:

ARE WE GOING?

OUT TO MACKEY'S.

THERE'S NOBODY THERE.

OH. GRAB THOSE

HATS AND COATS.

ALL RIGHT.

GET IN THERE FIRST.

GO AHEAD.

GRAB HIS ARM.

TRY AND MAKE:

A SUCKER OUT OF ME.

COME TO YET?

NO. HE'S STILL DEAD

TO THE WORLD.

SWELL. LET'S GET HIM IN THE HOUSE.

HERE.

BETTER HAVE A SHOT.

THANKS.

WE'LL NEED IT BEFORE

THE NIGHT IS OVER.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

COME HERE.

WE GOT TO SCRAM OUT OF HERE, AND QUICK.

NO. I'M GONNA STICK.

I GOT TO STICK.

ALL RIGHT. YOU STICK. IT'S

ALL THE THANKS YOU'LL GET.

DOC, ARE YOU

SURE HE DID IT?

I'M TELLING YOU, HE SOCKED

HIM WITH THAT LEFT OF HIS,

AND WHEN HE:

DOESN'T GO DOWN,

HE HITS HIM A TERRIFIC WALLOP

OVER THE HEAD WITH A WHISKY BOTTLE.

THEN THE GUY GOES DOWN AND

CONKS HIMSELF OUT FOR KEEPS.

THE WHISKY BOTTLE? THA DON'T SOUND LIKE JOHNNIE.

I'M TELLING YOU, HE'S A

KILLER WHEN HE'S DRUNK.

THERE'S NO TELLING WHAT THA DAME WILL DO WHEN SHE WAKES UP.

WE'RE ALL IN IT,

YOU AND ME, TOO.

WELL, WE DIDN' DO ANYTHING.

YEAH? WELL, WE WERE

THERE, WEREN'T WE?

DO YOU THINK HE'S GONNA

SAY WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING?

DO YOU THINK HE'S GONNA TAKE

THE RAP WHILE WE WALK OUT?

BUT WE DIDN' DO ANYTHING.

OH, SHUT UP.

YOU SAID THAT ONCE.

I'M EXPLAINING

TO YOU, AIN'T I?

IT AIN'T, "DID YOU DO ANYTHING?"

IT'S, "CAN YOU PROVE IT?"

CAN YOU PROVE:

YOU DIDN'T DO NOTHING?

WELL, JOHNNIE

WOULDN'T SAY ANYTHING.

NO. HE'D GO TO THE CHAIR

FOR YOU, WOULDN'T HE?

YOU JUST HEARD HIM SAY

HE'S NO SUCKER.

WE NEED:

TO STICK TOGETHER,

YOU AND ME, KID.

HE SAID YOU'D TAKE

HIS ROLL AND HIS WATCH.

YEAH, AND HIS GAL.

I'M NO SUCKER,

EITHER.

COME ON.

UHH...

OH!

DOC. DOC,

I'M SCARED.

I'M SCARED

STIFF.

THERE'S NOTHING TO BE

SCARED ABOUT, HONEY.

WE'LL BE ACROSS

THE BORDER LIKE THAT.

THEN WE'LL HIDE OUT UNDER COVER

UNTIL THIS WHOLE THING BLOWS OVER.

COME ON.

COME ON, DOC.

GET SOMETHING HOT.

OK, BABY.

Radio announcer:

LICENSE NUMBER 2A-1243.

LOOK FOR JOHNNIE BRADFIELD,

POSSIBLY TRAVELING

WITH MANAGER DOC WARD

AND HIS GIRL, GOLDIE WEST.

REPORTER KILLED:

IN HIS APARTMENT.

DOC, THEY'RE

AFTER US.

DON'T LET THEM

GET US, DOC.

IT'S ALL RIGHT,

BABY.

I WON'T.

I WON'T.

Announcer:
PICK UP

GRAY CONVERTIBLE PHAETON

LICENSE NUMBER 2A-1243.

THOSE COPS,

THEY'RE AFTER US.

EXTRA, EXTRA.

"RUNAWAY KILLER DEAD IN

SMASH-UP!" READ ALL ABOUT IT.

EXTRA, EXTRA. READ ALL

ABOUT IT. PAPER, MISTER?

EXTRA, EXTRA. "RUNAWAY

KILLER DEAD IN SMASH-UP!"

READ ALL ABOUT IT.

EXTRA, EXTRA.

OH, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.

I DIDN'T HIT HIM WITH NO BOTTLE.

I THOUGH YOU WERE DEAD.

Johnnie:

NO, I AIN'T DEAD.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING

THAT WAY FOR?

YOU KILLED:

THIS MAN MAGEE.

I DIDN'T KILL HIM.

WELL, LISTEN. WHAT ARE

YOU DOING HERE, THEN?

I WANT TO ASK YOU WHAT ALL

THIS IS ABOUT, SAYING I'M DEAD.

THE WRISTWATCH.

YEAH. I KNOW.

I CAN READ.

I READ ABOUT I IN THE PAPERS, TOO.

HE STOLE MY WATCH,

MY GIRL, AND MY CAR.

EH, SERVES HIM RIGHT.

I'M SORRY

ABOUT GOLDIE.

SHE WAS OK.

SHE WOULDN'T HAVE

DOUBLE-CROSSED ME. IT WAS HIM.

LISTEN. DO YOU KNOW

THAT YOU'RE GUILTY

OF THE MURDER OF

THIS NEWSPAPER MAN?

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING

THAT WAY FOR?

I ARTED TO HIT HIM,

AND THEN I DON'T REMEMBER.

YOU STARTED TO HIT HIM,

AND HE'S DEAD,

AND HE, A NEWSPAPER MAN.

YOU'RE AS GOOD

AS DEAD.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING

THAT WAY FOR:

YOU'RE AS GOOD

AS DEAD.

WHAT ARE YOU...

OFFICIALLY,

YOU'RE DEAD.

YOU'RE THE GUY THA BURNED UP IN THE CAR.

YOU CAME TO ME:

FOR ADVICE.

THIS IS MY ADVICE.

STAY DEA:

LET JOHNNIE BRADFIELD

STAY DEAD.

YOU BE SOMEBODY ELSE.

BE, UH, JACK...

JACK DORNEY.

NOW GET OU OF NEW YORK.

YEAH, YEAH, BUT I...

I NEED SOME MONEY.

I GOT 10 GRAND

IN THE NATIONAL TRUST BANK.

YOU CAN'T GO TO THE BANK.

DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?

IT'S IN A VAULT. ALL I

HAVE TO DO IS OPEN THE BOX.

I GOT THE KEY RIGHT ON

ME. NOBODY WILL SEE ME.

NOBODY WILL SEE YOU.

WELL, LET ME HAVE THE

KEY. I'LL GET IT FOR YOU.

WOULD YOU DO THAT?

WHY, SURE.

HERE. GO TO

THIS ADDRESS.

STAY THERE UNTIL

YOU HEAR FROM ME.

KEEP OUT OF SIGHT.

I HAVEN'T ANY MONEY.

I HAVEN'T GOT A CENT.

WELL, HERE.

HERE'S $10.

WHAT AM I GONNA:

DO WITH $10?

WELL, WHAT DO YOU THINK?

YOU'RE NOT GOING TO NIGHTCLUBS.

OK, AND WHEN WILL I

HEAR FROM YOU, TOMORROW?

YEAH, TOMORROW.

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