Dick Tracy Page #2

We got a place for people|who beat up kids.

- This cockroach your old man?|- Go suck an egg!

Oh. Look what you did|to your pretty tuxedo.

Big Boy, ain't we pals?

No pals in this business, Lips.|You taught me that.

- Sign it.|- The deed to the Club Ritz?

That's right.|I'm goin' into show business now.

You're dirty, Lips.|You need a bath.

Not the bath. Not the bath.|Big Boy, not the bath!

- Hey. You got a name?|- Kid.

- "Kid"?|- Kid.

What's the name|your mother and father gave you?

- What mother and father?|- Who takes care of you?

Who takes care of you?

This is Moriarty. I'm at|the Southside Warehouse. Do you read me?

Repeat, Moriarty.|You're at the Southside Warehouse?

Right. I don't know who they are,|and I can't see what's goin' on inside.

The car was unmarked--

Big Boy, we're friends! Big Boy, not|the bath! Not the bath! We're friends!

- No!|- I know, and I'm gonna miss ya.

But, "all's fair in love and business."|Benjamin Franklin.

Big Boy. Big Boy, Big Boy. Think about|it, Big Boy. How could you do this?

- You.|- Me?

- How do you want it?|- Want it?

Around me, if a woman don't wear mink,|she don't wear nothin'.

Well, I look good both ways.

Mumbles! Wipe it off.

All right!|Put the word out!

Lips' territory is my territory now!

Everyone who worked for him|is workin' for me.

Everything he owned, I own!

Let's get outta here!|Cover that trapdoor!

I heard you say you love me

You are my lucky charm

With you here on my arm

Well, I gotta call the welfare society.|Hey, Mike, could I use--

- Wait. The what?|- The boys' home.

Mike, you got any ice cream--|Hey, hey, hey!

- Let go!|- Hey, where you goin'?

- What are you doin'?|- You ain't stickin' me in no orphanage.|I been there.

Hey, hey, come on.|Sit down, sit down.

I'm very sorry, pal.|It's the law. Sit down.

Look, kid, if you don't have|a home with a mother and a father,|you go to the orphanage. It's the law.

-Hey, Mike, you got any ice cream?|-Calling Dick Tracy. Calling Dick Tracy.

Bring the kid some ice cream.|Come in, Sam.

Southside Warehouse on the river, Tracy.|Somethin's goin' on.

- You'd better get down there.|- I'm on my way.

Hey, Tracy,|what about the eating machine?

Huh? Oh.|Can you watch him or somethin'?

Watch him do what?

Uh, well, uh--

Uh, just take him to my place.|I'll tell Pat to call the orphanage.

- You two married?|- No. Would you like a broken arm?

- I don't like dames.|- Good. Me neither.

- Walnuts.|- Walnuts?

Tracy, there is a widow to whom a few|words need to be said in bereavement.

Pat, bring in Flattop and ltchy.|Sam, get these fingerprinted.

- Flattop and ltchy? For what?|- I wanna find Lips Manlis fast.

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