Scene of the Crime (1949) Movie Script

Hey.

Who, me?

Just a minute.

Yeah, sure.

You crazy lobo!

Shut up and roll!

Don't keep saying

I'm late.

I haven't said

a word.

No, but you're

thinking it.

Oh, and get my hat.

It's on the bed

or bureau.

Okay.

Oh, and if it's

on the bed,

don't tell me.

Oh, Mike!

Mmm.

4 years.

Count 'em.

Better every day.

Yeah.

- Hey, Gloria?

- Mmm?

With all those other

guys you had hanging

around you,

why did you

marry me?

That's the how-many-eth time

you've asked me that.

Yeah, I know,

I know.

But I want

to know. Why did

you marry me?

We'll be late.

You know, we don't

have to go out.

No. We don't?

I, uh, married you

for your money.

Yeah?

No.

Mmm...

Hello?

Yeah, speaking.

What?

Yeah, I'll meet you

there right away.

Yeah. Well,

bring him along.

Might as well

start him right in.

Okay.

Gloria, will you stop

tossing that gun around?

How many times do I

have to tell you?

It's built to fire.

Blast a hole

in your head

that you'd never see,

but I would.

Here, roll them

for luck.

What for?

They come up 7

every time, don't they?

They're loaded that way,

aren't they?

Yeah, yeah.

But I like to

see you roll them.

Go on.

7.

Hey. Hey, Glory.

I hate that phone.

I know, I know,

so do I.

But come on, let's

get rid of that

coat hanger, huh?

Where's that smile--

the one the

photographers pay 50

bucks an hour for?

Come on.

Come on, give me

a nickel's worth of smile.

Sold.

Wrap it up, and I'll

take it with me.

Oh, Glory, you're

a gorgeous thing.

So that's what's left

of him, huh?

Yeah,

that's Monigan,

alright.

Monigan and

1,000 bucks.

Spilled from

his pocket.

Take a good look.

Don't let it happen to you.

Don't work alone.

You picked

the toughest detail

on the force.

How long do you

think you'll last?

I'll last.

Captain.

Mike. The old

memory man.

Thanks, Forster,

for those cigars

from Havana.

I'm glad you

enjoyed them.

I didn't say

I enjoyed them.

Next time you go

to a police convention,

send me a postcard.

I'll buy

my own cigars.

Thought you'd

want in on this,

Mike.

Yeah, sure.

But I can't figure

how a man assigned

to crying babies

could get himself

killed.

Odd.

It's odd,

isn't it, Mike?

Well, what's to go on?

Not much.

That's it there.

Those youngsters

saw the killer,

but what could

they see in

the dark?

Who's nervous Nellie?

He owns

a cigar store.

Takes horse bets

by day

and runs a poker game

by night.

Oh, one of those.

Yeah, and he's

dummied up.

Yeah?

We're ready

to roll, captain.

Alright.

It was a little after 9:00,

and I'm taking a bath,

and I hear "bang-bang,"

and I think to myself

it's bullets.

Yeah?

And it is!

Come on, folks.

Make way, clear the way.

Come on, step back,

step back.

We were standing

by the building.

This Mr. Monigan

came along,

he stopped and

lit his pipe,

then he kept on

walking.

Uh-huh?

And there was some

talk we couldn't

hear much of.

Then two shots.

We ran out...

And the man with

the twisted hand,

running.

Mr. Monigan

pulled himself up,

and he reached back

for his gun.

And then?

That man

in the car,

he yelled,

"you crazy

lobo."

Lobo?

Yes, sir.

And the car

went by so fast,

I couldn't catch

the license

number.

Which hand

was twisted?

His left.

And he had kind of

dark splotches

on his face.

Yeah, Molly.

Sir, do you think,

if you could,

could you keep us

out of the papers?

Why?

Ah, it's her

old lady.

She reads all the

murders in the paper

like they belong to her.

If she reads he and me

were out together,

she'll start in

on me again.

I'm not

good enough

for Molly.

She wants her

to study

shorthand,

be a secretary,

marry her boss

or something.

Okay.

Gee, thanks.

Hi, Mike.

Okay, Fred.

Don't know anything,

huh?

Didn't see anything,

didn't hear

anything.

You hip-pocket

bookie.

The killer was out

to knock over

your poker game

in there!

And if it hadn't

been for Monigan,

you might be

sirening away

with blood pouring

out of you!

Go on, get straight

with yourself!

Mike.

Grab onto

that temper.

Do you expect him

to admit

he's a bookie,

that he's breaking

the law?

Monigan's dead,

and he's a liar.

That's all I know.

And you're mad.

You think being mad

makes you a better

detective?

No, but I'm mad.

Sure I'm mad.

There's something

sticking in your throat.

What is it?

When the hotshot

came in about

Monigan,

I felt like you

feel.

Now I don't know

what to feel.

You're a captain

of detectives.

You're supposed to think,

not feel.

Then add it up

for yourself, Mike.

There's a new betting outfit in town,

trying to take over

all the bookies.

They're not

trying that again?

Several of the books have been

robbed lately.

They can't come to

us for protection,

they try to protect

themselves.

Go on.

I'm adding.

Third, fourth, fifth

and sixth: Monigan

was off-duty.

He was keeping

an eye on this--

one of the books.

He protected it

from being robbed.

We found $1,000

in his pocket,

fresh folding money.

If you're

through adding,

what's the total?

I knew him too well

and too long.

Monigan wasn't

crooked.

Now you're getting

mad again.

You bet I'm getting

mad again.

Monigan was not

ragged.

The word is that

when you dropped

him, he went mean.

I tell you,

you're barking up

the wrong tree.

Grab onto that

temper and listen

to me!

No, you listen

to me!

The papers love

to print articles

that rip into us,

big headlines.

If one cop's drunk,

we're all drunks.

If one cop's crooked,

we're all crooks.

Effective right now,

this is your case.

Crack it.

Still feel Monigan

was ragged?

You told me i'm

supposed to think,

not feel.

I only hope

he's mad enough.

He's mad enough.

Let's go.

Crazy lobo.

What?

Monigan's killer.

Crazy lobo with

a twisted left hand.

What's a lobo?

Didn't they learn

you anything at that

police academy?

Yeah, that

the best way to learn

was to ask questions,

and if any old shellback

got sore,

to remind him he had

to learn once himself.

Or were you born with that shell

on your back, Piper?

Give the man a cigar.

Can't stand them,

they make me sick.

A lobo's a gung,

a thug,

a hoodlum from

downstate.

Didn't they spot

Arthur Webson

the other day

with a couple of

lobos?

They did.

Who's Arthur Webson?

Fill it in for him,

Piper.

Webson? A fixer.

Arrested once for

attempted bribery,

once for fraud,

beat it both times.

Filled in?

Yeah. Are you?

You know, when

you've run all

the cards

through that

electric brain

and you don't find

what you're after,

just ask Piper.

That's me,

the electric brain.

Pardon the

short circuits.

Webson the fixer,

two lobos seen with him.

That's a slim string

to work on.

Yeah, sure.

But I've got a line

into Webson.

Say, spot this guy

leaning against

the post, will you?

Read him to me.

5 feet 8 or 9,

weight 140-ish, early 30s.

Checked coat,

gray flannel pants.

His eyes--

his eyes are heavy,

like he was ready

to fall asleep.

You know,

a detective is

only as good

as his information.

A big chunk

of information

comes from lines.

Informers,

pigeons.

It's up to you

to get your own.

Use fear--

get something

on a gung,

and he'll trade.

Or revenge--

when a gung's out

to even a score.

Women--prove to

a girl a gung's

cheating on her.

Gratitude--

get an old con

trying to level,

and lend him a hand.

You're dealing

in dirt with

the dirtiest,

but it's paydirt.

Thanks.

Thank him.

He taught me.

I taught him

all I knew,

now I'm learning

from him.

That gung with

the heavy eyes,

like he's ready

to fall asleep?

That's his moniker.

"The sleeper."

I've used him

as an informer,

and he knows Webson

the fixer.

Why didn't

we pick him?

We will,

but first we'll

pick two others.

On the range here,

never pick up

a pigeon alone.

Somebody might

figure out

he's a pigeon.

You're new

on the range.

Yeah.

Well, we'll see

if you're wanted.

If not, you're on

your way.

Alright.

Beat it, sister.

Come on, Piper.

I want to know

what gives, sleeper.

What's with

all these bookie

robberies?

What else you

want to know?

I want to know

where Webson is,

that fixer friend

of yours.

What else?

Webson's been seen

with two lobos.

I want to know

about them,

particularly one with

a twisted left hand

and a mottled face.

What else?

That's it.

Well, how about that?'

and me thinkin' you had

something on me.

Yuk, yuk.

Naturally, you ain't

got nothing on me.

I just sprung from

wallaby prison.

I ain't had time

to do nothing you

could hook me for.

I just paid my debit

to society.

Naturally, I know

you know I know something.

I know you know I know

you know something.

Sure.

If you hook me,

I'll talk,

but not till

you hook.

Y-y-your hand

would slip,

that hot coal

would catch me in

the eye, naturally.

Naturally.

I thought you'd tell me

out of friendship.

How about that?

You and me

buddy-buddy.

Yuk, yuk, yuk.

Out this way.

Hey, Mike,

cheer up.

You know me.

I'm a one-bell crook.

I'll make some wacky boner,

then you'll hook me,

and I got to talk.

Well, till we meet again.

Yuk, yuk.

Yuk, yuk, yuk.

What'd you find

in yuk-yuk's coat?

Sleeper once gave me

a loaded cigar.

Not much. Two words

on the inside of

a match cover:

"Turk" and "blade."

Me neither.

Oh, and these

numbers.

Phone numbers or

street addresses.

Could be either.

Check with

Howie Lorrison at

the phone company

in the morning.

Well, if it isn't

poison pen.

Piper.

He still thinks I dish it out,

but can't take it?

Meet young Gordon.

Bob Herkimer--

death in the

morning journal.

How are you?

Hiya, c.C.

C.c.?

Short for carbon copy.

Look at him, Mike--

just like you from head to foot.

C.c., huh?

It's hero worship.

Check the deformity

file, c.C.

Pull any mugs with

a twisted left hand

and a face with

black splotches.

The hand and splotch--

can I go with that?

No.

What do I print

about Monigan?

Your usual.

"I have it on

good authority,

blah, blah, blah..."

You see these guys,

Mike?

"Detective

William Halloran:

Killed in line of duty,

8-11-39."

"Detective

Harry Weinberg:

Killed by a bandit,

12-31-37."

You take things

too big, Mike.

That's why someday

I'm going to print one

of two different

stories about you:

Either your appointment

as chief

or your obituary.

You're a friend

of mine.

From way back.

From your days

on the town,

from your nights

before marriage.

So you'll write

my obit real

pretty, huh?

Real pretty.

Before I write it,

I'll study li'l abner.

I checked the bullets

from Monigan's body.

Uh-huh?

They were fired from

a .38 Smith & Wesson special.

Oh, that's great.

Just great.

Find me one gun

out of 100,000,

and I'll have

the killer--

unless he's sane

and threw that Smith

& Wesson special

right into

the river.

Well, the land's

left clear marks.

Take a look.

Just great.

Mike.

What about

the folding money--

that crisp green stuff

they found in

Monigan's coat?

What about it?

It'll have to go,

and don't ask me

not to print it.

I won't, friend.

Look, Mike,

we're friends,

alright.

But if I killed a man,

you'd rip me for it.

You wouldn't like it,

but you'd do it.

It's your job.

It's my job

to print facts.

But these aren't

facts yet.

Did he have the money

on him, or didn't he?

What are you doing?

Writing out

my day book.

What?

Well,

it's regulations,

isn't it?

Write up every day

in your day book.

Ahem.

Tell me, c.C.,

why in this day

and age would a

smart young man

decide to become

a flatfoot?

Well, when I was

10 years old,

I fell in love with

my fourth grade teacher,

and she married

a cop.

I figured if it was

good enough for her,

it would be

good enough for me.

Amo, amas, amat.

Yeah.

I've read a lot

of your stuff

in the journal.

Yeah?

You'd have made

a good cop.

Thanks.

Except you're flat

at the wrong end.

Ha!

Hi, ed.

Yeah. I know.

You're sorry my father

was killed last night,

and you're sorry

for me.

That's what I came

to say, ed.

I guess you brought me

a present, huh?

One of those camping

stoves, I'll bet,

like we thought of

for river fishing.

As a matter of fact,

I did. Here.

Swell.

You know, I still

say you don't use

enough butter

when you pop the

fish into the pan.

The next time

we go on a...

- Alright, say it.

- Say what?

Whatever it is

that's making you

look at me lead-eyed.

It's your fault

pop was killed.

Why?

You saw he was too old

for your detail.

You dropped him.

But you knew what kind

of a guy he was.

You knew he'd go out

and try to be a hero,

just to show you

he still had it in him.

You should have put him

back in uniform,

and not a desk.

Why didn't you?

Because you always want

to be a good guy.

You want everybody

to like you.

Mike...

About that bribe--

you know pop

didn't take it.

No.

That "no" had a lot

of "yes" to it.

That's a pretty

sharp remark, ed.

Thanks, it's yours.

Use it sometime.

You can have his pipe,

too, Mike.

Pin it on

the bulletin board.

I suppose they'll put

his picture on the wall

with all the others.

Detective

Edward Joseph Monigan,

appointed

July 25, 1922.

Killed...

Clear him, Mike.

Clear pop, please.

That's Webson,

alright.

Piper,

you tail Webson.

Come on, c.C.

Mike, i--

junk the cigar

and dig.

There's a Webber,

a webly.

No Webson. No fixer.

Over here, then.

That number you got

from the telephone

company--

Fairfield 5-370.

Dial it.

Let it ring

10 or 12 times.

Come on up, room 212.

Lock it.

Anything?

No, nothing much.

Wait a minute,

here's something.

"P.j. Pontiac,

private

investigator.

Discreet."

That one--

the one with

the suit like

a burlap bag.

The lobo?

No, no,

but I've seen him

somewhere.

The way he keeps

looking back over

his shoulder.

Rinaldo, rico,

rutzo--

rutzo! Tony rutzo!

That's him.

Now, I don't want

him to know we made

Webson's office.

We'll give him

a couple of blocks,

and then

we'll jump him.

You've been

off the range

a long time.

Yeah.

What do you keep

looking over

your shoulder

for?

What do you

expect to see?

I--i don't know.

If I knew, I wouldn't

have to look.

Anyway, you see a lot

of things that way.

I'll be saving you guys

the trouble of tailing me.

I live at

4831 blade street,

and I live all alone.

Okay. On your way.

We'll pull the file

on him--

the whole package.

That rutzo's

quite a boy.

Burglary second,

armed robbery,

3 auto thefts.

Homicide.

Yeah, Piper.

You lost Webson?

How?

Did he spot you

and duck?

He just

slipped you.

Oh, brother--

alright,

check back.

Just slipped him.

Two more auto thefts.

Yeah, I remember.

Rutzo's queer

for cars, alright.

He said he lived alone.

And from his m.O.,

he always worked alone.

I don't see how

he fits in.

Where did rutzo say

he lived?

Uh, 4831 blade.

Blade.

Turk and blade.

The two names you

took from the inside

of sleeper's

match cover.

Yeah.

But we're looking for

a twisted left hand,

and all we have

is a fixer

and a car wack.

I'd say we're not

even close.

I'd say we're

just scrambling.

I'd say you're

getting edgy.

Come on.

Hold it--look.

Let's find out.

I thought I saw you

in the rear vision

mirror.

Hello, umpire.

This should

interest you, Mike.

Who's that?

Umpire menafoe,

ex-bootlegger.

When repeal came in,

he sold his distillery

for a fortune,

but he's still got

the hum in his blood.

One of our bookies was

robbed recently.

We suspect the man

in the center.

There must be

no possibility

of error.

In our business,

we make no mistakes.

Well, who is it?

The guy in the middle,

I think.

Release

the other two.

Try the hat on him.

One of the thieves

left his hat behind.

Just like

cinderella.

Except that if

it fits, he doesn't

marry the prince.

Pretty small.

Release him.

Everybody out.

We've been trying

to establish

our outfit in town.

Don't you guys

ever stop trying?

There's money here,

but when we moved in,

these criminals

moved in on our heels.

They've robbed us of

a considerable sum.

I'm authorized to offer

a $10,000 reward

to anyone.

We don't need

legal evidence,

as you do.

We'll take

your word as to who

the criminals are.

We'll administer

their final punishment.

Your case is closed.

You speak

beautiful English.

I graduated

from high school

and studied accounting,

law, and philosophy

by correspondence.

Beautiful English,

umpire,

but you don't speak

my language.

No, then?

Mm-mmm.

Well, it was worth

a try.

Mike.

What?

Don't bother

coming back here.

We won't be here.

We move around.

And you might

bet faithful lad

in the third.

Are you betting

on him, umpire?

Only fools

bet horses.

Fools keep me

prosperous.

Hey, don't keep

saying I'm late.

I haven't said

a word.

No, but you're thinking it.

Yeah.

Thank you, Mr. C.

Don't turn around.

Hey, Mike--

I could have

killed you, huh?

Ain't that a dilly?

Pleased to meet you, missus.

What do you know, Mike?

I got you the info.

Head down the range.

Them two lobos.

Great,

let's have it.

It's the royalty team:

Turk kingby and lafe douque.

Get it?

The king and the Duke.

They're a couple of stinkin'--

begging your pardon, ma'am--

a couple of smellin' gungs

from downstate.

They been pals

since reform school.

They been robbin' bookies here,

right, left, and up the aisle.

Don't zig me,

sleeper.

What kind of crack's that?

Did I ever zig you before?

You mean they're

really bucking

this new outfit,

robbing

their bookies?

That's a pretty tall order

for a couple of lobos.

Yeah?

Turk and lafe robbed one

of the outfit's bookies today.

A dry cleanery

at sixth and turmain.

The bookie's wife

got so nervous,

she stuck the steam iron

on her own hand.

Ain't that a dilly?

Slow down. Catch the coffee pot

on the corner.

Pardon me, all.

Alright, you can stop

chewing the upholstery.

They hang at hippo's,

the royalty.

They hate each other's guts,

but they can't operate

one without the other.

The king and the Duke.

Either of them

have a twisted

left hand?

Nope.

- You know where they live?

- Nope.

But I seen Turk

with that shorty Pontiac.

Pontiac?

Yeah, private eye.

Why did you give me

this information?

I haven't

nicked you.

Well, I'm tellin'

you this 'cause

I want insurance.

I'm gonna need you.

I--i pulled me

a little caper,

and I'm gettin' hot.

I'm such a stinkin'--

pardon me, ma'am,

but what else can I say?

I'm such

a stinkin' crook.

Mike, naturally

there'll be more anon.

I'll powder

at the corner.

You know, I really could

have killed you, huh?

Yuk, yuk.

Webson,

rutzo the car wack

and a couple of

lobos named Turk

and lafe.

Hey, Mike--

I really could have

killed you, huh?

Yuk, yuk.

The cleaning store

at sixth and turmain.

They denied they were

robbed yesterday

and denied

they were bookies.

Par for the course.

But the woman's hand

was bandaged where

she burned herself.

And the telephone rang,

and I answered,

and a voice said,

"this is Emmett.

Two on ebony star

in the third."

Sleeper was

leveling.

Mike?

Yeah?

No make on

Turk or lafe.

Nothing at all?

Not even

a possible.

What about

the moniker file?

We have 17 Turks

on file,

but nothing

to fit.

I beg

your pardon.

The name's kiesling.

I'm sheriff from downstate,

sands county.

Turk and lafe--you talking

about the royalty boys?

Yeah.

Then I suggest

you get in touch

with wallaby prison

or the parole people.

The boys come from

my neck of the woods.

I heard they were

operating around here.

But wallaby's

where they were.

How big a break

can you get?

Son, you need

a little luck on any case.

What do you know about

the royalty boys, loomis?

Mike, don't put me

down in your book

for stupid.

I'm not,

but a man on

my detail was killed.

They're a couple of

rough, hating boys.

I was at wallaby

when they came

there.

They came in

real wild.

That lafe--

he did this.

Grabbed my ear

and did me this.

Turk, he's

the smart one.

Lafe, he's

childish-like.

A big kid.

He saves things.

Anything--stamps,

match covers,

pennies.

He's looking for

the kind of penny

that automobile

companies

are supposed

to give a new

automobile for.

He's gone.

Real gone.

Which one has

a twisted left hand?

Not Turk. Not lafe.

Neither.

Do they hang with

anyone who does?

Not that I seen.

Well, that's fine,

loomis. That's enough.

Thanks for all

the trade you send

me and my partner.

Forget it, loomis.

No, sir.

Thanks, loomis.

I got the royalty

pictures

from the parole

people.

Turk,

lafe, rutzo

the car wack.

Classmates.

All from

wallaby prison.

And so is hippo,

who runs

the coffee pot

where they hang.

And so is

sleeper.

It's beginning

to fit.

Seems

they all made

the varsity.

Why wait?

Let's round them up.

If we did,

they'd be sprung

in an hour.

We haven't

got a shred of

legal evidence.

That robbery

at sixth and turmain.

What's wrong with that?

Brother.

Could you get

them to sign a

legal complaint,

to admit they

were bookies?

No.

How much of your coffee

do I have to drink

before I learn something?

There isn't

that much coffee.

Phone sanitation

to check hippo's

for violations of

the sanitation code.

And take these photos.

Watch for Turk and lafe.

Watch.

Don't make an arrest

when you're alone.

Don't try to be a hero.

How can I help it?

Where now?

The lead

from sleeper.

Pontiac

the private eye.

Come on, come on!

I resign from

your employ.

Let him go, Mike.

No charges,

Pontiac?

Get him out of here.

Mike?

My whole business

is telling wives what

their husbands are up to

and vice-versa.

The movies are

ruining me.

Every time I get a case,

I got to resign.

Every shmegegge

thinks he can beat up

a private eye,

and I'm no

humpty bogart.

He gets slugged,

and he's ready

for action.

I get slugged,

and I'm ready

for pickling.

Oh, look at that eye.

It belongs on a bun

with relish.

You've been seen

with Turk kingby.

Who's been yakking?

What do you want

with Turk?

Yeah, yeah,

I seen Turk.

What about?

Well, Turk's wife

gets the word that

Turk's out for laughs.

So she hires me

to find out who's

giving him the giggles.

Turk catches me,

and I resign

at Turk's request.

He worked on this eye.

And who was giving

him the giggles?

3 of them.

All at the

same time?

Mostly Lili,

a sizzler at

the fol-de-rol.

A figure like

champagne,

and a heart like

the cork.

You never seen Turk,

then?

Not since a month,

anyway.

Ever see Turk with

a man whose left

hand was twisted?

Not unless Turk

twisted it.

You take it from there.

It's too fat for me.

Well...

Oh, I'll tell you how

to fix up that eye.

You take

a razor blade, see,

and make a small cut

under the puff--

oh, no.

I should fix up

this eye

so another shmegegge

can kick it in?

Oh, no!

Oh, humpty bogart...

Stick these on

the bulletin board.

And move Turk to

the head of the class.

Hiya, Glory?

Put away the can opener,

gorgeous.

I won't be home for dinner.

I'm going out to make time

with a girl.

Oh.

A sizzler. She's got a figure

like champagne.

Well, be careful

of her bubbles.

Alright, sweetie.

♪ I'm a goody goody girl ♪

♪ and I like my gentlemen

refined ♪

♪ if you take me for a ride ♪

♪ then you better keep

the car in mind ♪

♪ if you never try to stop ♪

♪ then you better

get your brakes relined ♪

♪ I'm a goody goody girl ♪

♪ and I guess

I'm always gonna be... ♪

Is Lili around?

Over there.

Thanks.

♪ You can see

that I'm revived ♪

♪ and my dear, that's all

you're gonna see ♪

Lili?

I'd like to talk to you

for a minute, over there.

Just a minute,

Jack--

pardon me.

The boys here

seem to think

she's worth a look.

And is she?

She builds them up.

Then you come in

for the kill, huh?

Buy me a drink.

Are you thirsty?

No.

Let's get out

of here.

Oh, in a hurry,

uncle wiggily?

The name's Mike.

You'll say uncle.

I said let's get

out of here.

I'm taking you

to a movie.

We'll eat

6-cent candy

and hold hands.

Boys, the corn

is growing fast.

Say that again,

uncle wiggily.

Mike.

A movie,

6-cent candy,

and we'll

hold hands.

Of course, the boss

wouldn't like it.

But that's not

the reason you're

coming with me.

I'll get my coat.

I like to keep warm.

I don't believe it.

We did go to the movies.

And we did hold hands.

And we ate $1.00's worth

of 6-cent candy.

Yeah.

Oh, let me do that.

There we are.

Goodnight.

Yeah.

Well, what happens

now?

Do I see you again?

I want to.

Tomorrow for lunch.

Where?

Andre's.

Andre's? Mm-mmm.

That's not for Lili.

Why not?

From 6-cent candy

to a $6.00 lunch?

I'll pick you up

tomorrow noon, okay?

Sure you won't

come in?

Quite sure.

You know, Mike,

you're nice.

In all my life,

no one before

ever took me to

the movies to look

at the movies.

You're nice.

Hi.

Well?

Lunch with her

tomorrow.

I see.

Uh-huh.

What?

Oh.

She doesn't use

anything kiss-proof,

does she?

All in the line

of duty?

Mm-hmm.

I don't get it.

She seems okay,

yet she's mixed up

with some of the worst

gungs in town.

A nice, innocent

sizzler, hmm?

Yeah.

Mmm!

Hey!

That's to get her

out of your breath.

It did.

Hello?

Yeah, Piper.

Can't it keep?

Alright.

Yeah, I'm with you.

Hey.

What?

Glory.

Who's got

the jitters now?

Me.

It rips me, Mike.

That phone cuts

into me every time

it rings.

And every time you

hand me those dice

and say, "roll them

for luck."

Easy, baby, easy.

I'm you.

I was born the day

we were married.

If anything ever

happened to you--

nothing's gonna

happen to me.

How could it?

You're my luck.

Mike?

What?

I'm going to arrange

dinner with norrie.

Oh, no!

Glory, you know how

I hate to make chitchat,

particularly with

that multimillionaire

ex-beau of yours.

He's still in love

with you.

Dinner with norrie,

and no excuses.

I don't get it.

What has all this

got to do with you

and the jitters?

Promise?

Promise.

About that

lipstick--

yeah, what about

that lipstick?

Was she younger

than I?

Oh, no more

jitters now, huh?

Was she?

A little.

Should I be jealous?

A little.

Oh.

Oh, Glory...

I won't say I'll never

look at another woman again,

because I will.

But I love you,

and that's forever.

And younger or older,

you'll always be

the most beautiful,

and don't forget it.

"Police department nixes

Monigan pension plea.

By Robert Herkimer."

What's the report?

There are

189 ways

to violate the

sanitation code.

Hippo found

a few more.

Oh, Herkimer

and his headline

hunger.

Oh, yeah, but he

prints facts.

Facts are like

bricks.

You can

build buildings

with them,

or you can break

windows.

Herkimer

breaks windows.

Well, looks like the cat

swallowed the canary.

It certainly did.

Well, brush

the feathers out

of your teeth and talk.

I saw lafe last p.m.,

coming out of hippo's.

I spotted him

from his mug.

So I stopped him

for a quick frisk.

You did?

Yeah.

No gun on him,

but he sure is a saver.

Pocketful of match covers,

stamps,

little paper pennants

from college football teams--

are you kidding?

Why, what's the matter?

What are you sore about?

What do you mean,

what's the matter,

what am I sore about?

For not tailing lafe

to find out where he lived

and for being a hero.

Stopping him

when you're alone.

That's how Monigan

got his!

I'm having lunch

at Andre's.

Quite a letter opener.

It once opened

a bank messenger.

Hey.

What's the matter?

Come here.

Too fancy?

Uh, slightly.

I told you Andre's

wasn't for me

in the first place.

Aw, now stop.

Wait a minute...

Feathers, yet.

I think we can

get rid of that rose.

Fix this.

I like it.

I think you can

wipe off some of

that lipstick, too.

Hmm. Well, that's one way

of getting rid of it.

You know

a better way?

How about those rocks?

Oh, that's your

department.

You do that.

Now look.

I like it.

It's cute.

Sort of

"hands off."

Come on.

I'm hungry.

Honey, sir?

Oh, yes,

lots of it.

Now try that.

The out-of-towners

always promise

to bring me here,

but they never

come across.

Why not, Lili?

Part of their

come-on.

Same reason I spell

Lily L-i-l-i.

You an out-of-towner,

Mike?

I came from

Pittsburgh, pa.

What do you do?

Oil? Stocks?

Lumber?

No.

Doctor, lawyer,

indian chief?

No.

No, not a chief,

Lili.

Not yet, anyway.

You know,

when I meet a girl

and I tell her

I'm a cop,

she suddenly

remembers mama's

home sick.

Thanks for

leveling, Mike.

Oh, I had to.

You'd have caught it

sooner or later

and thought I was

trying to run one.

Telephone, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Surprise. Yuk, yuk.

Can you talk?

Not at the moment, no.

Naturally.

Can you listen?

Yeah.

Lafe douque knocked

another bookie.

He's holed in,

scared of the outfit.

I'm tryin'

to noodle where.

Yeah, that's fine.

Meet me at

Jay street, late.

I'm holing in myself.

Certainly.

And, Mike?

What?

Don't forget,

I can make a good

state's evidence.

I done it before,

I can do it again.

Yuk, yuk, yuk.

Okay. Yeah.

- Mike.

- What?

Are you married?

Yes.

Oh.

Lots of laughs.

There's rutzo.

Ol' swivel-neck.

Hippo.

If they go together,

Piper, tail 'em.

If they split,

tail hippo.

We meet sleeper.

Rutzo's queer for cars,

alright.

He wants that one

so bad, he can

taste it.

That's it, Piper.

Hippo.

Mike, let c.C.

Take it.

That makes twice.

Twice what?

You tried to skip

tailing Webson

the fixer,

and now you're

trying to skip this.

You know,

when you're out

to meet an informer,

be on the prod.

You never know

when he'll turn

and try to kill you.

Pick a quiet street.

A t-shaped corner

with a blind side,

so none of his chums

can rake you.

Be late, so he's

there already.

There he is.

Now drive by

and make sure

he's alone.

Then turn.

Gun out,

by your side.

Go ahead.

Sleeper,

get in the car!

Broke his arms.

Then his legs.

Then his neck.

Dead pigeon.

That gung

sense of humor.

Hey, Mike--

I know how to

make a fortune.

Take out life

insurance on

your informers.

Don't tell me

you feel bad

about sleeper.

I told you,

you take these

things too big.

A cheap little

gung like that.

What difference

does it make

if he lives

or dies?

I forgot to say thanks

for that thoughtful,

sweet article you wrote

about Eddie Monigan's

pension being nixed.

Piper.

Any ideas

about sleeper?

Or do I write up

the latest in

the current wave

of unsolved murders?

Careful, Mike.

That wave might

wash you right out

of your job.

You know, you're

getting to be a walking

typographical error.

Read the journal,

boy.

If you can't read,

we got plenty

of pictures.

You know, Herkimer

used to be a good guy,

until he started

writing a column.

Now he thinks

he's judge and jury

for the whole world.

I lost hippo.

You what?

Sorry.

How could anybody lose

anybody as big as hippo?

First Webson, the fixer,

and now this.

Yeah.

I don't understand

what you're...

I don't know--i want

to fight something,

I don't know what.

It's getting me edgy.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Mike.

Hey--

I want to see you

a minute, Lili.

Oh, you're way low,

way down.

What's the bother?

Your work?

Your wife?

No.

Anyway,

you're welcome.

Maybe.

I was asked a question

about you today, Lili.

You know anybody named

Turk kingby?

And know the fol-de-rol

presents its star attraction,

Lili--

here to entertain you the way

you're here to be entertained.

Mike, please

don't watch me.

Here's my key.

I want to make talk

with you later.

Please.

Hey.

You get to be

a light sleeper.

Drink?

Uh-uh.

Cigarette?

I got one.

Kiss?

I've had one.

Mad at me?

No. Why?

Should I be?

You know I lied

to you before.

I kind of guessed.

I lied to you

about Turk.

I know him,

alright.

I met him at

the fol-de-rol,

over a glass of

phony champagne.

Mm-hmm.

I went out with him

a few times.

But I cut it quick.

I don't like

his sense of humor.

He laughs at

the wrong things.

Thanks.

Got a question.

What?

What do you tell

your wife when

you're out so late

or a whole lot

later?

Got an answer.

I tell her

I slept here--

till you came in.

And what does

she say?

She kids me.

If it was me,

I'd break my

fingernails on you.

You would, huh?

Okay.

Sure, I got violations.

What restaurant ain't?

You men have been

around before.

He say do this and

do this, I do it,

that's all.

He say, "hippo,

okay, good. Done."

Now this--

this paper you send me

choke me to death.

Summons

and complaint, huh?

What finger

you got in this?

What do you know

about Turk and lafe?

I go to the doctor.

He say I weigh so much

'cause I eat so much...

On account of I'm unhappy.

I say, "doctor, me?

I'm no unhappy."

The doctor say

I'm unhappy deep inside.

If you no tear up

that paper,

I'm unhappy much more--

maybe put on 100 pounds.

I think that's

much better than I put on

two ounces of lead...

Deep inside here.

Too bad we can't

tear this up and

forget about it.

You protect me?

Yes.

You say sure?

Where do Turk

and lafe live?

I don't know.

They come in

my place sometime,

and they eat.

I play a little

klaberjass.

I know 'em from

wallaby, that's all.

Hey, Mike, wait.

I no know where lafe is.

Turk's in that crumbum

hotel Blake.

Do you know

anything about

a twisted left hand?

I hear talk.

He's their trigger.

I never see him.

I don't know who he be.

When I hear more,

I tell you, so help me.

Okay. Tear it up.

Make it a warning

this time.

How high

can a man weigh?

Does what hippo

just said check

with your info?

Yeah. I tailed rutzo.

Turk's at the Blake,

alright.

Good.

I'm putting a bug on him.

Men are installing wall mikes.

When will you be there?

They'll let me know as soon

as the room is bugged.

Fine. I'll be over right

after dinner, then.

Right, lieutenant.

I'm sorry I can't

make it any earlier,

but I'm having dinner

with Gloria

and a multimillionaire

ex-beau of hers...

And not so "ex" at that.

You know I love ya!

Well, shall I just

come right out with it?

Oh, but of course,

norrie.

You're far too rich

to play cozy.

You're not my type,

either.

You've heard

of swift's steel?

Who hasn't?

I own most of it.

Yes...lock, stock,

and half the barrel.

They need an executive to

supervise plant protection

in their 16 plants.

Are you willing to start

at the top of the ladder?

Is this

Gloria's idea?

To be sure.

And you hope I'll

turn it down, huh?

You know, you've been

waiting almost 5 years

for me to be killed.

I loved Gloria

before you married her.

I love her now,

but I've kept

out of your way, Mike.

Well,

don't get in it now.

- No?

- No.

And if I ever decide

to start at the top

of the ladder,

we'll have dinner

here again.

Gentlemen,

do you hear

that weeping?

That's this dress

just crying

to be seen.

Dance, somebody?

Come on, corrine.

I like corrine.

You know, the funny part

is that Mike would

really be perfect.

He's just what swift's

are looking for.

But he said no.

I'm sorry, friend.

So am I.

Got you, hasn't he?

Like a song spinning

round in my brain.

How do the lyrics go?

"Every day,

I see him dead,

and I die a little

myself."

The Glory blues,

friend.

Another angle.

What?

I'm a man of influence--

just how much influence

always surprises me.

I could try to get Mike

dropped from the force.

Influence?

Think carefully, friend.

Mike strikes me as a man

with two loves--

his job and you--

needing both.

But...i could try.

It's up to you.

Try.

You're wonderful.

Ain't Turk wonderful, Flo?

Turk's the bestest!

Turk does alright.

You think that's something?

Just listen to this.

Lafe and me knocked

a bookie yesterday.

The lookout

grabs my hat, so I do

like this to his eyes.

Ah, Turk, you're wonderful!

The bestest, and so is lafe.

Aw, that shirkin' loafer.

He burns me up.

He's so scared of the outfit.

He's so buried.

I wished I knew

where he was holed.

Come here, you.

Baby!

- Hey!

Lafe's been wantin'

to run out ever since

that old copper got hit.

Turk kingby!

Don't tell me you

shoved over a cop!

And supposin' I didn't?

Does that make me any shorter?

It was the guy

with the bad mitt.

Oh, pooh!

One more "pooh"

out of you, and I'll--

Aren't you wonderful?

He killed that cop

with a little .38

Smith & Wesson--

sweet as sugar,

smooth as silk.

Too bad lafe had

to get rid of the gun.

It purred, I tell you,

it purred.

Well, there's our

evidence for court.

They gave lafe the .38

to get rid of,

but lafe's a saver.

Rest assured, he's got

that death gun somewhere.

Yeah, but where is he?

Even Turk doesn't know.

It's time, Mike.

Yeah.

What was that about?

Well, in every case,

there's a move

you hate to make.

This is his.

Hi.

Oh, hi, Mike.

Wake up. Get dressed.

I want you to come with

me and hear something.

Okay.

The lookout grabs my hat,

so I do like this

to his eyes.

Ain't Turk wonderful, Flo?

You heard what--

I heard enough.

"Wonderful."

He started with that word

3 weeks before we split.

But ever since that night

you and I went to the movies,

I haven't seen him.

I didn't think

you would.

Then why did

I get so sore?

A woman's vanity.

Oh.

You know

his sidekick lafe?

Mm-hmm.

Do you know

where lafe is?

No.

Did he ever make

a play for you?

Lafe always wants

what Turk has.

I'd like to know

where lafe is.

I'd like him so

liquored up, I can

search his room.

What do you want me

to say, Mike?

I want you to say

you won't do it,

that you're through

with Turk and

the whole mess.

That's nice...

But sure, I'll help you.

It'll take a little time,

but I'll let you know

where lafe is...

When I get him

the way you want him.

It worked good, Mike.

This is why

you went after me.

It worked swell...

Because now

you've really got me.

Mike!

Turk checked out

of the Blake.

The room clerk

tipped him.

Are you--

How's the case going?

I'm satisfied.

I'm not.

Can you use some help?

It's almost

ready to tap.

Is that all, sir?

Not quite.

Do you like ships?

Why?

There's a spot

on the harbor squad--

possible captaincy.

Oh, I think

you've had a call

from swift's steel

or a man named

norrie lorfield.

If I want to be head

of plant protection

at swift's steel,

I'll make

my own move.

Don't try

making me move.

Anyway, ships and

the harbor squad...

That's not for me.

I never can

remember what time

8 bells is.

You could remember

if you concentrated.

Hello?

Mike, it's me--Lili.

Yeah?

Lafe's at

1883 north normand.

I got him

the way you want.

Thanks.

Happy hunting, Mike.

Okay.

Thanks, Glory.

For luck.

7.

Glory, wait.

If you're gonna say it,

say it fast.

You make me feel that

I have to apologize

for every move

that I make.

You make me feel

guilty about you,

and you're making me

afraid...

Of getting killed,

and what it would do

to you if I were.

But, Glory,

you knew you were

marrying a cop.

You knew

what it meant.

You know, you used

to help me--

every day

in 100 ways

build me up.

But now you're

tearing me down.

This case...

It won't gel.

It keeps swinging

just out of

my reach. Why?

Because I'm afraid.

You're piling your

fear on top of mine.

I'm sorry, Mike.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

I'm sorry.

But I am afraid...

And it builds all the time.

Oh, I try to fight it,

but it's like fighting

shadows on the wall...

So that sometimes I think

I made a mistake...

By making you

my whole life.

Aah!

My eyes. My eyes!

My eyes!

Force your eyes open.

Come on, open 'em up.

Now, keep washing 'em.

Wash out that whiskey.

Alright,

that's enough.

A copper! I thought

you were a burned bookie

for sure.

I thought I was

a dead duck for sure,

but you're only a cop!

Only a cop, yeah.

Okay, come on.

I'll tell you

what threw me.

I saw your

big car cruising

back and forth

for the last

couple of days.

I figured it was

the outfit for sure.

Hey,

is that your car?

Yeah.

That ain't the car

I saw cruisin'.

It's them!

Come on, jump!

A nice, shiny hero.

Stop heckling.

Never pick up a man

when you're alone.

Don't be a hero--

breaking

your own rule.

What were you--

I got a rule or two

of my own, bub--

anything worth doing

is worth doing well.

Hey--ooh!

Ooh...

Sit down

right here.

Mike.

Piper.

Doc.

Oh...it's you.

Piper.

That .38

Smith & Wesson was

registered to him.

He says--

he says

he sold the gun.

Yeah?

Come over here, son.

Goodnight.

Hey, poison pen...

Huh?

I'll see you

when.

So you sold

your gun, huh?

Yes, sir,

to a man in a bar.

He said he had a brother

killed in the war.

A souvenir, he said.

That's what he said,

anyway.

Did you sell your gun

to any one of these men?

Looked like

this one some...

But his face was marked,

and he had a twisted hand.

So you sold your gun

for 80 bucks, huh?

And you knew that

twisted hand didn't want it

just for a souvenir,

but you sold it.

Well, go on, have fun.

Spend your 80 bucks

and try and forget that

that gun killed a cop

by the name of Monigan.

Now, go on, beat it

before I break the law

against assault and battery.

Go on, beat it!

80 bucks.

Rotten night...

Losing lafe just

when we about had

the case broke.

Yeah, a rotten night,

alright.

Come in here, Piper.

Mike...

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Close the door.

Mike...

Come on,

close the door.

Stand back there and read it.

A...

F...

B...

G...

B...

You need

stronger glasses.

These glasses I'm wearing

are over the limit now.

When did you catch on?

When you didn't recognize

Herkimer, though you

stepped on his toes.

I thought you'd

pegged it when I lost

the tail on hippo.

Want me to talk

to Forster?

No, I'll talk to him.

He'll give me a job

sitting at a desk.

Maybe I can buy you

a rubber cushion.

Yeah...then I won't

get callouses.

Mike?

What?

You know,

I could've read that

whole chart to you.

What?

Sure. I memorized it

before my last

physical.

Why, you old thief!

Takes one

to catch one.

Yeah.

Get in.

I wait a long time

for you.

Mm-hmm.

My doctor put me

on a diet.

He say no more candy.

I start tomorrow.

But that's not

why you called me.

When the outfit

shoved lafe over,

Turk and rutzo decide

they gonna make it.

They gonna pull

the one big trick.

They gonna wallop

the outfit good.

They gonna burn

the bookies.

They're gonna

hit the outfit

right in the heart.

Turk's got their

central office fingered.

They're using

a collection agency

as a blind--

an office in

the fordman building.

Fordman building?

Yeah. Turk's gonna

hit right after

the last race today.

We've got it

on a platter,

our evidence for court.

Well, here it is.

We're gonna stake out

the building.

We're gonna get

Turk and company

raw and right.

Uh-uh. Reverse

the information.

Sift it back to Turk

through hippo.

What?

Let Turk know we're

wise to his trick.

Then he won't make the try.

And we'll make no stakeout.

No stakeout?

But, captain--

if you'd stop

to think, Mike--

stop to think with

my case balled up

in my face?

Stop to think with

Turk still operating,

the outfit still

operating, and I

keep on shadowboxing?

Sure. I'm thinkin',

alright.

I'm thinking a man has

to be out of his mind

to be a cop--

that guns kill you,

and the public

hates you.

You end up with

a pension too small

to feed a fly...

Or on a slab

like Monigan.

Well, you keep on

masterminding.

I'm full up to here.

I'm sick to death

of death and homicide!

You'll be back

for it when you've

thought it over.

Am I gonna have trouble

with you, too?

Maybe.

- Do you know this hippo?

- Sure.

Sift word back through him.

That's an order.

Right.

Hello, c.C.

I hear none of

your old uniforms fit.

Yeah.

I move in on a desk

as soon as I get one

that does fit.

You heard about

our lieutenant?

He was wrong, Piper.

Maybe he was wrong...

Maybe right...

Maybe both.

It takes a human being

to be right and wrong

at the same time.

And remember this:

To be a good cop,

you've got to be

a human being.

Yeah? I never read that

in the code.

Now you're talking

like Herkimer

writes his column.

If you catch me at it

again, Piper, belt me.

Homicide.

No, the lieutenant

isn't here.

No, ma'am,

I don't know where

he can be reached.

Yes, I'll give him

a message.

It's the twisted

left hand?! Where?

Yes, the lieutenant

will be there.

What was that?

You wouldn't know

where Mike would be?

No, but I can try.

No. No, it was

just a crank.

I'll see you later,

Piper.

Yeah.

Oh, hello, mister.

Hello, lovely.

You know, mister...

What?

Someday, I'm going

to marry you.

What did you say

your name was?

Gloria.

Well, go away, Gloria.

You're not my type.

I'll develop.

Ah, you did.

I did the best

I could with the

equipment I have.

Oh...

Tonight...

What?

Just like

that first night.

You're happy,

aren't you?

Mm-hmm. You?

Miserable,

just miserable.

Mike.

Oh...you can tell

Forster he can call me

at swift's steel.

Tell him he can speak

to any one of

my 3 secretaries--

the blonde,

the brunette,

and the bald.

Piper's dead.

Trapped by an informer

trying to trap you--

a woman.

I brought

your badge.

See Glory home,

will you, norrie?

Of course.

7?

7.

♪ I call myself a lady ♪

♪ I'm a belle

with a delicate air ♪

♪ though my gown

is a-tatter ♪

♪ it really doesn't matter ♪

♪ disregard

the clothes I wear ♪

♪ oh, you can tell

that I'm a lady ♪

♪ from my top

to the tip of my toes ♪

♪ I've been with the smarties

at continental parties ♪

♪ so you can see

my quality shows ♪

♪ my hat is yours ♪

♪ my gloves are yours ♪

♪ how generous

we ladies are ♪

♪ that's all I've got ♪

♪ for, boys, I'm not ♪

♪ a charity bazaar ♪

♪ yes, I call myself a lady ♪

♪ or they say

I'm pretending to be ♪

♪ but I will continue

along with the sham ♪

♪ her highness I ain't,

but a lady I am ♪

♪ I never will drop ♪

♪ from the top of

my family tree ♪

♪ till love ♪

♪ makes a woman out of me ♪

You looked a little

surprised, Lili.

Did you think

I'd been killed?

That's what you

thought, wasn't it?

Yes, uncle wiggily,

that's just what I thought.

Come on.

Where are we going,

to hold hands

at the movies?

All the time

I was using you

against Turk,

Turk was using you

against me.

It was a cinch.

And when Turk left

the Blake hotel,

the room clerk

didn't tip him,

you did.

And the outfit

didn't kill lafe.

It was Turk

in that car, and you

set it up for him.

I told Turk

he didn't need lafe.

He doesn't need anybody.

He thought he'd get me

when he got lafe,

and when he missed,

he tried again tonight

and got Piper.

Yes, and he'll

kill you yet.

He'll kill anybody

who ever touches me.

He loves me.

And you love him?

Him? He takes

my breath away.

Nobody else ever could.

Where is he now?

I don't know.

Wouldn't say if I did.

It all fits...

All but

the twisted left hand.

Where does he come in?

I wouldn't say

if I did know.

You know, when a girl

has the looks

that you have,

it's hard

to really see her.

But that's no excuse

for the mistake I made

about you.

No excuse...

Just an explanation.

What'll they throw

at me?

The book.

There's a crime on

every page to fit me.

Pick up

Webson the fixer.

Webson? But we don't

have a thing on him--

never could.

Pick him up. I'll meet

you at the office.

Right.

Do you want to see

the report, Mike?

No, I just want

to see him.

These what

you're looking for?

Yes.

I, uh...I brought

them to Andre's

to burn.

You wouldn't

be needing them

anymore.

A celebration.

Hooray.

But now

you need them.

Sure, I know...

Piper's dead.

You've got to

fight back.

Sure.

That phone at night

cuts me.

When you hear it,

your eyes sparkle.

You're high.

You--you shine.

Oh, you'd be

no good to yourself

without your job,

but your job is just

too much for me.

I've found myself

glad we didn't

have a baby.

Glory, stop--

that's right, glad

we had no kids...

Like Annie Monigan,

to walk through

life alone.

Stop it.

I'd want the father

of my kids

to stay alive.

Mike, I'm going home.

Going home?

For a while.

For good, maybe.

I don't know.

7:00 plane

in the morning.

Glory...

And, Mike...

Mike,

if you love me...

And I know

how much you do...

Please...

Please don't try

to stop me, darling.

You're my Glory.

I can only love you,

not tell you how to live.

Don't kid me.

You've nothing--

not a thing on me.

I don't doubt you, Webson.

You're bright. You've been

around a long time.

My lawyer

will be here soon.

He'll have the writ.

That's fine, Webson,

that's fine.

Come in

with a habeas corpus,

and we'll let you go.

You certainly will.

And then

I'll phone Herkimer.

I'll say,

"a story to print.

"We've just released

Webson the fixer.

"He's the captain

of the team.

"Yeah, the team

that's been robbing

the outfit.

But we had to let him go.

He had a writ."

No! You wouldn't

do that!

Why, the bookies would

kill me in 10 minutes!

How could they?

Show 'em your

habeas corpus.

It would be murder!

It's illegal!

You can't give

false information

to the press!

You know, the man for

you to see is Piper.

He's in charge

of complaints.

Cut that out!

Will you cut that out?!

Alright.

I'll dictate

the statement and sign.

I know you'll play ball.

Yeah, I fingered

the robberies.

You'll have your

evidence for the court.

And I'll tell you

where they are--

Turk and rutzo.

Leave it alone, boys.

You might get hurt.

Turk! Hey! Come on,

let's get out of here!

They must've heard

our zone warning

on the radio

and figured

it meant them.

Yeah. Let 'em have it.

Car is heavy-plated.

Cover me.

Where are you going?

Just coming along

for the ride.

Hey!

Call the fire department.

Get an ambulance.

Do you know you're

gonna die, Turk?

Yeah, I know

I'm gonna die.

The gun that killed

Monigan--that was you.

And you were the chum

with the twisted left hand.

Me?

Yeah, you, Turk.

The rubber glove

we found in lafe's room.

You put it on your hand

and hold it like so.

The mottled face--

shoe polish.

You're a smart one.

I had you going

for a while.

A magician doing 5 to 10

at wallaby gave me the play.

He called it...

Misdirection.

You make your audience

look here...

So you can do

whatever you want here.

You was my audience.

No payoff to Monigan?

No. How could you know

Monigan and ask that?

They tried.

No luck.

I didn't want to

shove over the old cop,

but if he'd have caught me

that night with a loaded gun...

You know the ticket

for that.

I...i didn't want to,

but...

I shoved some dough

in his pocket when I shot him.

What did you do

with all the money

you stole?

Some of it we spent.

Some of it was burnt

to a crisp in the car.

Most of it we lost

on the horses.

You rob the outfit

and then lose it

back to 'em.

When I bet a favorite,

a long shot would drop.

When I bet a long shot,

the chalk would come in.

I had a lot of bad luck.

Would you like

to see Lili?

That tramp? Nah.

I hate a tramp.

Always got to tell 'em,

"I love you, baby."

They're a waste of time.

What do I want

to see her for?

$88,000.

4 murders.

Haven't totaled

the number of robberies.

Yep, the team rolled up

quite a score.

Still sore at me?

Why? You want

to carry my schoolbooks

home for me?

We paid a visit

to that office in

the fordman building--

the outfit's

board of directors.

Uh-huh.

We floated 'em all

out of town.

Now do you know why

I wouldn't let you go

through with that stakeout?

Yeah, I figured out

why later.

A stakeout in

a busy office building,

Turk blasting in a crowd...

Some taxpayer

would've stopped one,

and with our budget,

we can't afford to lose

any taxpayers.

Someday I'll figure

things out before I get

sore, instead of after.

I hope not. Then you'll

take my job away from me.

My pleasure. Daylight!

Hey, what time is it?

10 of 7:00.

Come on, get me to

the airport by 7:00,

will you?

Wait a minute!

Don't close that

gate! Open up!

Hey, behave yourself!

If he gives you trouble,

call a cop.

What are you doing?

Hello, miserable.

Misery with you,

misery without you...

Cop.

Scene of the Crime (1949) - full transcript