City Streets Page #4

plenty to spare.

Hello, Kid.

Still open?

Where's Nan?

-I don't know.

Try one, Mac.

Get that cigarette over there.

Say, they tell me you shoot pretty good...

is that right?

I shoot some.

Well, go ahead ans show us

what you can do.

Oh boy!

What's funny?

That you couldn't even hit it.

I can hit you.

Your initial?

Hey, gimme that!

Right over the bump!

Say, you!..

Say, listen, Kid...

Why don't you get out

of this dime-a-throw racket?

I can use a guy

that can shoot like you.

Beer?

-Yeah!

Nope.

-Why?

A man tried to sell me

that number, too...

But it was no sale.

I'd just as soon be a cop, as that.

Oh, you would.

What would you do if I told you

the cops framed Nan?

What do you mean?

They got her down at Headquarters.

What for?

-Nothin'!

A guy gets bumped off...

and they plant the gun on her.

The police did?

-Yeah.

That's cops for you.

But let's go up there...

I got to see her!

Not a chance...

They wouldn't let you see her.

Besides, she wants you

to keep out of this.

But somebody's got to do somethin'!

Get her out.

-Not so easy.

Takes money.

Lots of it.

Big lawyers and expenses.

Have you got any?

Me?

No?

Well, I'm willin' to do all I can,

but it ain't enough.

Don't you want to help?

Yeah, but...

I haven't got any money.

Now, listen...

Why not play along with me?

You can make a lot of dough

in the beer business.

We can work together

to get Nan out, see.

Well, what'll I have to do?

Just pack around with me... I'll show you.

Here... take this,

and keep it on you.

What are you afraid of?

You won't have to shoot anybody!

Don't you want to help Nan?

Yeah...

But...

Alright.

`Good boy! Nan 'll be tickled to death!

When they open those gates

and let me out...

Johnnie's gonna be sitting there,

waiting for me.

He promised.

-Yeah!

Pop promised I wouldn't do

a day in stir!

I'm doin' it, ain't I?

Oh, well... you got a dirty deal.

Johnnie 'd never pull a thing like that.

Look up and see me laughin'

when you don't find him there.

And if I wave my handkerchief,

you're wrong.

I won't be.

They ALL leave you holding the bag.

Oh, I know the line they gave...

"Play ball with us Babe,

and The Mob will stick by you."

They never welsh out on you

in the beer racket.

I know, believe me!

They can all kiss my foot,

when I get out.

Well, I'd rather have a guy

in the beer racket...

...than a circus act.

-That's what I thought.

I thought The Mob stuck by you

if you didn't squawk.

Now I'm glad The Kid

AIN'T mixed up with them.

Mugs like that.

What's that?

-I don't see anything.

What's that car doin' there?

Hijackers!

I better stop

before they give it to us.

No... turn your lights off...

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