Where the Sidewalk Ends Page #8

A hood and a mobster like his old man.

It's interesting how blood will tell.

Your old man would've been proud of you,

to see how you finally followed

in his footsteps.

You and me oughta get friendly

when you're on your feet again, Dixon.

There are a lot of things

a smart cop could do for me.

They got Steve, beat it out of him.

He let go the works about Morrison.

- Come on!

- I haven't finished the bandage.

Let him bleed. Come on!

Get the elevator.

- Open the door! It's stuck.

- What's going on?

- Press the emergency button.

- Power's off.

We're stuck!

That dirty cop.

Can't change, can you?

Always have to break orders,

always have to do things your way.

This time I've got to hand it to you.

You hit the nail on the head.

Thanks, Inspector.

Mark.

They're letting Dad out.

I don't know what to say, but thanks.

He didn't do it single-handed,

Miss Taylor.

The department contributed towards

establishing your father's innocence.

Not that I'm not proud of you, Mark.

I'm putting you back where you were

and recommending you for promotion.

- Oh, that's wonderful.

- Here's your letter back.

Since there was no report

of your death, I didn't open it.

You expected to die!

I don't think Mr Dixon knows

what he expected.

He was pretty sore at me

when he wrote this.

I think he's in a different mood now.

Tear it up, Mark, no hard feelings.

And take a rest, till your arm heals.

Dad's waiting, Mark.

Will you come home with us?

Sounds like a nice holiday

for a change, Mark.

Go on, you've earned it.

I'd like you to open the letter,

Inspector.

You're sure?

Yes, sir. Open it.

What is it?

Mark!

That clears up both cases.

You're under arrest, Mark.

No! What is it?

Please tell me, Mark.

Would you mind

letting her read the letter?

Report to Lieutenant Thomas.

I'll make the charge myself.

Yes, sir.

Mark!

Goodbye, Morgan.

No, Mark. They'll believe you.

They must believe you.

It was an accident, a mistake.

Anybody can make a mistake.

You mean you'll give

Sandy Dixon's kid another chance?

Every chance in the world.

That's enough to live for.

So long, Morgan.

So long, darling.

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