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.

- I told you it's no use, Benny.

- Talk is no good.

- No?

What would you say if I hit the jackpot?

I wouldn't know what to

say, it'd be such a shock.

Well, I'm onto something real big.

If you'll just be a little patient.

See what I mean? Talk, talk, talk.

For Pete's sake. Why don't

you stop bothering me?

Now, just a minute.

You seem to forget that we're still married.

As if I could forget.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Mind if I come in, honey?

What do you think?

I see you're moving again.

That's right, tonight.

Why do you move so often?

It's a habit with me.

Like you are.

Say, these are good-looking shirts.

Why do you cut the labels off?

Same reason I keep moving:

I don't like labels.

No loose ends, baby.

- You're the careful-type guy,

aren't you? - Yeah, real careful.

And clean as a whistle. No record, baby.

Not even a parking ticket.

And this time, I'm gonna be extra careful.

This is the big one.

I think I like the careful type.

What are you doing about Benny?

At the moment, I happen to need him.

But he's expendable.

You're not.

I'm sorry I can't stay, Dave.

I'm late for the show now.

I better leave.

Okay.

- Won't be long till we're leaving together.

- Getting impatient?

You bet I am.

So am I.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

BENNY:
Come in.

- Hello, Benny.

- Hi.

Benny.

Meet the boys. These are the

guys I was telling you about.

- AI Mapes, Ace Foster.

- How are you?

- Have a seat. Let's get acquainted.

- Come on over here, fellas.

BENNY:
How you take it?

Straight or with soda?

FOSTER:
Straight.

- Okay.

- I think we'd all like it straight.

- He doesn't mean the whiskey.

I've been a little stingy with the words.

Okay.

Stake we're going for is about

a half a million bucks, cash.

Only, it's a one-shot deal.

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