The Black Dahlia Page #2

Do you have a girlfriend,

Dwight?

I'm saving myself

for Rita Hayworth.

So he quits fighting for

you, puts you through school.

Quite a guy. Quite a pair.

Why aren't you married?

You know, shacking's against

regs. Probably cost him a stripe.

So where's the diamonds

and the bassinets, huh?

Well, you'd have to sleep

together for that, Dwight.

The gym was packed

to the rafters.

A wild crowd hungry

to see what was in us.

I already knew what was in us.

Ambition, pride,

dissatisfaction at a life

turned just the wrong way.

Luck, Dwight.

Come on.

Keep it clean!

I feel it's my duty

as a friend to tell you this,

make it look good.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

I lost a lot of things

in life...

Seven!

...but never

a fight for money.

Eight!

I was trading Warrants for

a close-out on old bad debts.

The eight grand

I was going to clear

was enough

to maintain the old man

in a good, clean rest home

for three years.

The late-round tank job,

enough to convince myself

I wasn't a complete coward.

Box!

Finish the fight!

Where's that hook?

You're out!

Give me a smile.

It's nice, isn't it, Papa?

What do you think?

Hey! Canvasback!

Canvasback!

You going to hide in there

another week?

Ain't you bored yet?

Nice chompers.

So, you want to work Warrants?

I lost.

What about Loew's deal?

Don't you read the papers?

The bond passed yesterday.

You want the job?

Atta boy, Mr. Ice.

Champ!

Show them what's

under the lip, boss.

Right over here.

Officer Bleichert,

the men of Central D*cks.

Homicide, Ad Vice, Bunco, et

cetera. I'm Captain John Tierney.

You and Lee

are the white men of the hour,

so I hope

you enjoyed your ovation.

You won't get another one

till you retire.

Enough horse sh*t!

Listen!

This is the felony

summary report

for the week ending

November 14, 1946.

First, two liquor store

stickups

Broadway and Seventh,

and Hill Liquor in Chinatown.

That one comes

with a pistol whipping,

my personal favorite.

Russ Millard, Homicides.

Hi.

How are you?

My wife and kids thank you

for the raise, Officer.

Officer Bleichert, I'm Bill

Koenig. This is Fritz Vogel.

Welcome aboard.

Pleasure to meet you.

Lee, I heard something

you ought to know.

I was over at County Parole, and

Bobby DeWitt got an "A" number.

He'll be released to L.A.

in late January.

Thanks, Russ.

Who's Bobby DeWitt?

Old beef.

Pot roast tonight?

Don't say anything

about DeWitt.

It'll upset Kay.

Sure.

Nice place.

Fight stash.

Hello.

Dwight.

Glad you could make it.

How was your first day?

Mostly backslaps and paperwork

if I know those boys.

And look at that smile now.

Well, this is nice,

isn't it?

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