Blonde Crazy Page #3

The age of chivalry has passed.

This, honey, is the age of chiseler.

And the age of jails.

Everybody's got larceny in his heart.

Everybody's looking for

something for nothing.

Honest men are scarcer

than feathers on a frog.

But I've never been mixed

up in a racket before.

As I said, there are two things

I haven't any use for,

and jail is both of them.

You play ball with me, and

your worrying days will be over.

Yeah? How about the nights?

Well, I'll see what I can

do about those, too, honey.

Sorry to disturb your little party.

Oh, we were just going,

so it's alright anyway.

Not alright with me.

Parking without lights

is pretty serious.

A lot of accidents these days.

Oh, tell him to take that horrid light

Out of my eyes.

The... the lady objects

to your flashlight.

Oh, she does, does she?

Maybe she can't stand close inspection.

I-I-i

resent that.

Alright, alright,

Come on, the both of you, get out.

Now, look, here, can't

you and me get together?

What do you mean, get together?

What's this?

Aw, just forget all about it.

Go on, get yourself a smoke.

Come on, lady, you get out of there.

Listen, partner...

There's nothing to listen to.

Oh, I see.

This is a nice mess.

What's your husband going to say

When he finds out about

this, Mrs. Lawler? Ha.

Oh, he's a friend of my husband.

Why, I didn't know you were married.

Well, you know it now.

Well, come on.

No use standing here.

In the car and we'll get going.

Well, wh-where to?

Headquarters.

I can't go there.

Neither can I. I've got a wife.

Why, I didn't know you were married.

Well, you know it now.

Come on, snap into it.

I ain't got all night.

Hiya, Mr. Johnson!

Speeding?

No, parking.

Hello, Pete.

Hiya, kid.

Mr. Johnson here is a friend of mine.

So's the young lady a friend of his.

Who is it?

Why, it's Anne Lawler.

This is news.

What have you got them on?

Plenty. Parking without

lights on a county highway,

Possession and transportation of liquor,

Bribing an officer of the law...

That's a lie.

Well, we won't stop to argue that.

Go on, get back in your car.

It looks pretty bad, Mr. Johnson.

Hey, Bert, can't you do something?

My name, my reputation, the newspapers.

I don't know.

This guy's a tough mug.

Listen, I know this guy pretty well.

You want me to see

what I can do about him?

Sure, and stop at nothing.

I'll be ruined if this gets out.

Wait a minute.

Hank certainly looked like a real cop.

Why not?

If he can't impersonate

John law, nobody can.

He's been pinched often enough.

Here you are, honey...

$2,500 for you and $2,500 for me,

With the compliments of room 334.

What's the matter, baby?

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