City Streets Page #3

give you a break.

We're just tryin' to give you

the right steer.

Well...

How about it?

Decided to come through

with who gave you that gun?

No?

OK... possession of the gun makes you

an accessory-after-the-fact, anyway.

Listen, sweetheart...

why get left with an empty sack.

Why take the rap for Cooley?

You want to do a couple of years

up the river for him?

He'd turn YOU in.

It WAS Cooley, wasn't it?

I told you Pop isn't in this.

Well...

Maybe not.

Bring Cooley in.

Well, Cooley, I guess this is once

you'll come clear.

She says you're out of it,

so I'm lettin' you go.

But I'm holding her, unless she'll spill

who gave her that gun.

Don't hold out

on the Inspector, Babe.

I'll leave you two alone.

Maybe you can make her see

what's good for her.

Sure... she'll listen to Pop...

Won't you, Babe?

Listen, Pop...

The Inspector's right, Babe...

Think it over.

You should tell him all you know

about this.

Never hold anything out

on the Inspector, Babe.

Probably a plant... dictograph.

Safer to talk this way.

Play ball with them, babe...

they'll let you take a plea.

Sit tight... keep your trap shut.

I'll get you out of this.

The Mob'll stick by you.

Pop... I was to meet The Kid at 12 o'clock...

You go to him... tell him.

So you won't even answer me, eh?

You'll never do a day's time.

Trust Pop. You play ball

and The Mob won't let you down.

Gee Pop... supposing they do

send me up?

I won't see The Kid maybe

for an awful long time.

Forget it!

Don't squawk!

Nobody in the beer racket

ever welshed out on a pal, yet.

What are you doin' travellin' around

with that West Side Mob, anyhow?

Pop, he might get troubled

bein' in a spot like this.

Tell him I love him, Pop.

No matter what happens...

...be sure and tell him.

I love him.

Sure, but don't you spill nothin'

to that cop...

I don't care what he promises.

Keep your shirt on!

I won't.

Well, how about it?

Just drool.

...open now Babe...

tell the Inspector...

Nice view you've got from here,

Inspector.

Glad you like it.

You'll probably see it

plenty more times.

Why, you act as if I wasn't trying

to do you a favour.

Could I help it

if she won't talk?

You know how kids are nowadays...

The ain't got no respect for parents

or the law or anything else.

Alright... clear outta here!

But don't kid yourself

I want to let you go.

There's a shyster with a writ for you

downstairs, so I've GOT to do it.

The law don't look so good when

it works both ways, eh Inspector?

Goodbye, Pop.

Goodbye, Babe.

See you soon.

Maybe not so soon

as you think!

What are you worried about

the time for, sweetheart?

Where you're going, you'll have

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