Johnny Stool Pigeon Page #2

I'd known him since we both were kids.

He'd never been a narcotics operator

but he was a gangster and a hoodlum.

And he hated every cop

that ever breathed.

And me most of all.

There was one thing, though.

One thing that I knew about Johnny

that nobody else ever did.

And that's what I was counting on.

It would be pretty rough on Johnny, but...

I thought I knew what he'd say.

Hello, Johnny.

Sit down.

Cigarette?

I wanna talk to you.

I got a job to do.

There's a big push open again.

We think it begins in Vancouver.

A guy name McCandles.

But we don't know.

We don't know where it goes from there.

We only know there's a big mob somewhere.

A big operation.

I want you to get me in.

I can't make any promises, but...

you might do yourself some good.

Is that all?

That's all.

Only you haven't given me an answer.

Cut it out.

You may be an awful tough man

with those hoodlums of yours,

but to me you're a dime a dozen.

I'll make a deal with you.

Gonna take you on the outside for 24 hours.

I'm gonna tell you some things

and show you some things.

Then, after that,

if you wanna come back here

all right.

And no restraint.

Sure.

You think you can get me on the outside

and I get a taste of it and I go crazy.

Well, let me tell you something.

I'll rot in this place forever before I'll be

a stool pigeon for a copper.

How long have you been in here?

You know how long.

Yeah. Times change a lot in three years, Johnny.

New faces, new places.

All the girls get the new look.

What have you got to lose?

Twenty four hours.

What's this?

They're gonna drive us.

Morton, Narcotics Bureau.

Oh, yeah.

This way, please.

Show him the report.

Do you identify the body?

She was his wife.

I knew she was sick.

But I never knew she...

She wasn't sick.

She was murdered.

Not your way, not with a gun,

but she was murdered just the same.

And she was mrdered for money.

You know what the score is. You know the racket and the kind of guys that are in it.

They killed her.

They killed her for the few bucks

they could squeeze out of her

every week to get the stuff she needed.

You know how they die, Johnny?

You got any idea what it's like?

What they go through from that first time

they find they can't get along without it?

How they have to have more and more

until every cent they can lay hands on

goes into it?

How they begin to hit the skids

when they can't raise the money any more

They'll do anything for it then, Johnny.

Anything.

Shut up.

They can't get enough now.

Pretty soon every nerve in their body

is screaming

and they're tearing off their clothes

and they're tearing at their skinny bodies

with their nails and screaming.

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