Bullets or Ballots Page #4

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- Yeah.

You've traveled a long way since then.

You'd have gone a long way

if you'd thrown in with me...

...the first time I asked you to.

- Yeah, I suppose I would.

You would have been a great help

in this business.

You know more about this town

than any bird that ever lived in it.

If I'd gone in, I'd have nailed you.

Oh, no, you wouldn't.

You never double-crossed anyone

in your life, not even a crook...

...if he told you something

in confidence.

Sure, you rode the pants off

of all of us.

But you always let us know

where you stood.

You've known what I thought of you.

And you're the only fella

I'd take it from too.

But I'd still like to have you

throw in with me, Johnny.

I'll stick with the department.

After all the kicking around

they've given you?

- Yeah.

- Well, you're a sucker.

All you'll ever get out of it

is a petty-larceny pension.

I could do more for you in a year than

you can earn in a lifetime on the force.

Maybe I like to make my money

the hard way.

Well, I'll probably still be asking you

10 years from now.

If you live that long.

Blake's the name.

- How about getting out?

- I asked Johnny in.

No Bronx detective's

gonna hang around this office.

- Listen, Fenner...

- Never mind, Al.

Fenner can't forget the week he spent at

the hospital after he took a swing at me.

I don't think much of him either.

- See you sometime.

- So long, Johnny.

Oh, I forgot to compliment you, Fenner.

Nice, clean job you did on Bryant.

What's he talking about?

You know what he's talking about,

you 10-cent thug.

- I told you to leave Bryant alone.

- Yeah? What's the matter with him?

Fenner, someday you're gonna

get wise to the fact that...

...that strong-arm gangster stuff

went out with Prohibition.

You're not running liquor anymore.

You're in big business.

I pulled you up out of the gutter.

And you take a chance on ruining

a $200-million gold mine...

...to satisfy a grudge.

Well, it's a fine way to pay me back

for all I've done for you.

Oh, I wouldn't pay you back

that way, Al.

Hello.

Yes, Kruger talking.

Yes, sir, right away.

The bosses?

They're liable to knock the props

out from under me...

...on account of this Bryant mess.

If they do, it'll be the last thing

that'll ever happen to me.

You knew that.

Swell, having to cover you up

to save my own neck.

Who are they, Al?

If you knew,

you wouldn't sleep much tonight.

How are you, gentlemen?

Who did it, Kruger?

Bryant?

I had an idea that's why you called me.

Yes, but you haven't answered

the question.

I wished I knew myself.

- It wasn't anyone in the organization.

- Very interesting.

How did you arrive at that conclusion?

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