Where the Sidewalk Ends Page #2

- Talk.

- Wise up, Mr Dixon.

You made a monkey of yourself before,

trying to hang something on me.

Who killed him,

you or one of your playmates?

You find a corpse

and right away I'm a killer.

You've been a killer for a long time.

Have I? As I remember it,

the jury found me innocent,

and they weren't out more than 15 minutes.

You're still a killer.

Why do you always try to push me

in the gutter, Dixon?

I got as much right

on the sidewalk as you.

Don't talk to me about rights.

You're a hood and a murderer.

You're a pretty smart rat, Scalise,

but this is your off night.

Why are you always jumpin' after me?

Four years, jumpin' after me

like I was somebody special. Why?

That's right, getting you

is a special job of mine.

I can't figure you out.

Your father liked me...

Shut up!

- Hello, Lieutenant.

- Got anything, Dixon?

I've been waiting to tell you

what happened, Lieutenant.

Take them outside.

We'll question them later.

Congratulations on your promotion,

Lieutenant.

OK, OK. Let's have it.

Mr Morrison was brought here

by a fellow named Ken Paine,

sort of an acquaintance of mine.

There was a girl with him,

I, uh, didn't quite get her name.

A Morgan something.

Mr Morrison wanted a little friendly play.

- How much did he win?

- He didn't win. He lost.

- You're lying, Scalise.

- Let's hear his story first, Dixon.

He lost a grand or so, but he didn't care.

He was makin' a play for this girl,

showin' his stuff. Paine was jealous.

He hit the girl first, smacked her

hard on the face, and she ran out.

Then Morrison tackled Paine.

Morrison pulled a gun, but Paine

had him so he couldn't shoot,

and they wrestled into the bedroom.

Before I could call the cops,

Paine came out.

He didn't say anything, just left.

Then Morrison came out

and fell on the floor.

- He was dead when I got to him.

- What did you do with the knife?

There wasn't any weapon.

- Paine must have taken it along.

- You're lying, Scalise.

- Let me handle him, Lieutenant.

- What is Paine's address?

I don't know.

"K Paine, 58 Pike Street, Chelsea 32099."

Another telephone number:

Murray Hill 59970. What's that?

A pool room on Third Avenue.

You won't have any trouble

picking him up. He was blind.

All neat and ready with the fall guy,

huh? Let me handle him...

Go after Paine, Dixon.

Come on, Paul.

Keep the change.

...I-S-O-N. Yeah, Ted Morrison.

Kenneth Paine calling.

Don't answer? Maybe he's

in the bar. Have him paged.

But I gotta talk to him, it's important.

Trying to get Ted Morrison

on the phone, huh?

Who are you?

Detective Dixon, 16th Squad.

Get out.

Maybe he's trying to win his money back.

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