Call Northside 777 Page #2

And get at McNeal.

- Yes, sir.

Kelly wants you.

[ Typewriters Clacking ]

Check this.

What do you make of it?

Well, I want to know why

it's worth 5,000 bucks...

...to someone to find out

who killed a cop 11 years ago.

Well, 1932 was open season for cops.

Over on the Northside, they were

shootin' 'em in pairs, like a brace of ducks.

This is all I could find on that cop

killed in 1932-- that Bundy guy, Mr. Kelly.

Now, you see what I mean?

He didn't rate much.

- It wouldn't hurt to check it.

You might get your name in the paper.

This is sucker bait.

Every grifter and mooch

in town'll be after that five grand.

They'll frame their brothers to get it.

Maybe this is a frame.

There's a lot of angles in this city.

You see what I mean?

Just takes you longer to catch on, that's all.

I was just thinkin' about it.

I'm lookin' for Tillie Wiecek.

Uh, what you want?

- I called Northside 777...

...and they said I'd find her here.

- I'm Tillie.

You run this ad?

Yes. That's for me.

You know something?

- No. No, no.

No, I'm a reporter for the Chicago Times.

We'd like to know why you're so interested

in finding the killers of this cop.

Frank Wiecek is my son.

I his mother.

My son's in prison for killing him.

He didn't do it.

My friends, they tell me

if I offer big money...

...maybe somebody will tell

who killed the policeman.

Now, you mean, your son's in prison

for killin' the cop, that right?

Yes. But he don't do it.

My Frank's a good boy.

He don't do this thing.

l-- About this $5,000...

...where'd you get it?

Is that important?

- Oh, yeah. Yeah, it's very important.

Where he got it, where you got it,

might have a lot to do with the case.

He might have had it

hidden away someplace.

Maybe you got it from some mob

that's tryin' to spring him.

No. No.

I work. I scrub floors.

Eleven years,

I never miss a day's work.

I earned it, every penny.

Eleven years? That's a long time.

Yes. You just say it.

My boy, he lived it.

Believe me, mister.

You don't know my Frank.

But me, I his mother.

- You mean, you got some new evidence...

...something that wasn't

brought up at the trial?

No.

Uh, no. That's why I try to buy

new evidence.

Oh, now, you're just-- You're just wasting

your money. You'll get cheated out of it.

No. Not me.

- Look. Look, lady.

He's in for 99 years.

Now, if you want to make

good use of that money...

...send him lots of cigarettes and candy,

try and keep him happy.

You very kind.

But I not use my money

for candy or cigarettes.

If you not able to help...

I get my Frank out someday, somehow.

I dream of this day.

$5,000 is a lot for a dream.

Yes. Eleven years.

I dream and I work.

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