Armored Car Robbery

MAN 1:
Los Angeles Police Department.

MAN 2:
Los Angeles Police Department.

MAN 3:
Los Angeles Police Department.

MAN 4:
Yes, sir. Wrigley

Field, front of stadium.

Correct. We'll take care of it.

MAN 5:
Los Angeles Police Department.

MAN 6:
Captain Anderson? Just a minute,

please. Just a minute, I'll connect you.

WOMAN:
I will give you Information.

[PHONE RINGING]

Cordell, Homicide.

Wrigley Field?

Five-six-one?

Check.

Don't tell me somebody held up the ball park.

Robbery and shooting.

Don't give you a chance to digest your lunch.

CORDELL:
Come on, you work

better on a full stomach.

[CROWD CHEERING]

MAN [OVER RADIO]: Baker gets the

ball, whips it to the second baseman.

It's going to be close. There

goes Williams. He slides.

He's in there. Safe.

[CROWD CHEERS]

That brings Desmond to the plate.

Hudson pitches, it's low and outside.

[SIREN WAILING]

There's the throw trying

to pick off Williams.

But he's back in plenty of time.

Desmond steps out of the batter's box.

Back at the box.

He's all set.

Here comes Hudson's next pitch.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Desmond swings, he hits it

right through, it's a hit.

Here comes Williams.

He's rounding third. He's heading for home.

Here comes the throw. It's going

to be close, but it's cut off.

Throw in second, trying to get

Desmond. He slides. He's out.

That makes two outs and three runs in.

- What's happened, Evans?

- Nothing, lieutenant, it was a false alarm.

- How do you like that? Another one.

PHILLIPS:
Some crank is having fun...

...with the taxpayer's money.

It's a grounder. A grounder for shortstop.

He's up with the throw to first.

He's out.

Sides retired.

- The Bijou Theater on Main Street.

- That's three runs, four hits and one error.

[BAND PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

[AUDIENCE WHISTLING]

[AUDIENCE CHEERING]

MAN 1:
Whoo! Whoo!

[AUDIENCE CHEERS]

MAN 2:
Whoo-hoo!

- Hello, Dave.

- I figured I'd find you here.

I thought you told me that you're

all washed up with this dame.

- Unh. Other way around.

- What are you hanging around for?

Dave, I know she's strictly

high-rent and I'm broke...

...but I can't forget her that easy.

- You've really got it bad, haven't you?

- Yeah, bad.

I loved her enough to marry her.

I still do. Can you blame me?

Well, I suppose some guys might go for her.

Some guy did, behind my back.

I don't know who the creep is, but

I'd sure like to lay my hands on him.

Yeah, I know. You better lay

your hands on some money first.

That'll take care of some

of your problems, anyway.

That'd take care of all of my problems.

Come on, I wanna talk to you.

She comes high but she's worth it.

Yeah, let's go.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING AND CHEERING]

How about those guys you were gonna line up?

I got them, two of the best.

- How much did you tell them?

- Nothing, just that it's big.

Good.

Have them at your place

tomorrow night, 10:00.

Okay, I'll try to set it up. If

anything goes wrong, I'll call you.

- I'll have a new number.

- You're gonna move again?

Yeah, tonight.

The Valley Motor Court.

Sunset 7

- 2131.

I'm registered under the name of Martin Bell.

Don't write that down.

I don't wanna forget it.

You move so often.

I don't like things written down.

Memorize it.

Sunset 7

- 2131.

Okay. Okay.

Yvonne. Wait a minute, Dave.

Baby, I want you to meet a

friend of mine, Dave Purvis.

- Hello.

- How are you?

- The wife.

- I've gotta get back, Benny.

- Nice to have met you.

- Don't rush on my account.

I was just leaving anyway.

- See you later.

- So long, Dave. Oh, please, baby.

- I wanna talk to you. Sit down.

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