City That Never Sleeps Page #2

Telephone for you, Pop.

OK, Bill.

Sergeant Kelly

Pop, I hate to bother you...

...but I've been worried about Johnny.

He's been acting so strangely.

And tonight I found part of a letter

he started to write to his captain.

What did it say?

Well, it sounded as if...

...I hate to say this...

...but it sounded as if he was

thinking of quitting.

I'm sure you're wrong.

there's nothing the matter with Johnny.

nevertheless I wish you'd have

a talk with him.

I'll catch up with him at roll call.

will you call me later?

Sure.

You take it easy now and quit fretting.

I can't help it, Pop.

I love the guy.

That makes two of us.

Kelly. Junior, that is.

Here.

Williams.

Here.

-O'Malley

-Here.

-Henderson.

-Here.

-Michaels.

-Present, sir.

How long you been with us, Michaels?

Three months and two days, sir.

-You want to see Johnny?

-Is he all checked in?

Take off, Junior.

-King.

-Here.

-Griffin.

-Here.

-Conlin.

-Here.

-MacAleer.

-Here.

Something wrong, Pop?

I just happened to be in the station.

-Oh.

-Well, I'll walk you down to the garage.

-How have things been going?

-Fine, fine, great. Couldn't be better.

Sour about something?

I hear the Bears are a one touchdown

favorite Sunday.

Don't change the subject.

Stop digging at me.

What's the matter, Johnny?

Don't you like your job?

Yeah. It's making me filthy rich.

Still thinking of California and that

fishing boat, aren't you?

Anything but this.

I could have you fired

for a crack like that.

You'd be doing me a big favor.

-Kathy's worried about you.

-Oh. been complaining again?

No, she just loves you, that's all.

She loves her job,

that big position of hers.

Maybe instead of a friendly chat you'd

like an unfriendly punch in the nose?

Not tonight, Pop.

Then ease up.

OK.

Where's my partner?

He's sick tonight.

Same old earache, I suppose.

He ought to have his ears cleaned

out or chopped off.

Ready to roll?

Who are you?

I'm your partner for tonight, Kelly.

How do you know my name?

I've known it for a long time.

I wish I could return the compliment.

I don't think I know you.

Well, you can just call me, uh, Joe.

With a sergeant along,

I figure I'll do the driving.

You might be a sergeant

yourself someday.

-Not me.

-Sure about that?

Positive.

I wonder what kind of night

it's going to be.

This car usually has it pretty quiet.

Car 108, Car 108.

Eastside ninth district.

10316 Avenue J

Second floor in the rear.

Man beating a woman.

The city at night. A million homes,

three and a half million people

all different from one another.

People loving, people hating,

people stealing, people praying.

Same old shinola.

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