City That Never Sleeps Page #3

Car 284, Car 284.

The Starlight Ballroom - a knifing.

Probably some goon

jealous of the taxi dancer.

He spends ten cents

and thinks he's in love.

The grief of a city.

I'm sick of listening to it.

How did a man in your frame of mind

become a policeman in the first place?

My old man, Sergeant John Kelly.

Sergeant. He's been on the force

for twenty seven years.

He wants us to be a family of cops.

He pushed me into it.

I suppose you had different plans?

Anything but being a cop.

That reminds me.

I have a little errand. Do you mind

watching the car for a few minutes?

No, not at all.

Be right back.

-Oh, hello, Johnny, come in.

-Thank you.

I gave the cook the night off.

-Will you have a drink?

-I'm working.

For me or the police?

That depends.

You know, Johnny...

I could make a big man out of you.

I've helped a lot of people.

It's a hobby of mine

to take a human being...

and give them glamour,...

-confidence and polish.

-Darling?

Would you excuse me a moment?

I know you're busy, darling, so...

I'm going over to Helen's for a while.

Did you have to call me in here

to tell me that?

I wanted to say goodbye.

I couldn't very well have done that

in front of company, could I?

-Be home early?

-Of course.

Give my best to Helen.

You see, Johnny, this is the thing...

I can give a person dignity and pride..

...help them face the world.

I can face the world.

Oh, can you?

The world you're in now?

I see how you win your court cases.

Let me tell you the story

of a man I once helped.

His name is Hayes Stewart.

A rather handsome chap...

...considering the tawdry profession

he was in.

He was a pickpocket.

Did you ever hear of anything

lower than a pickpocket?

Yeah, I've heard of a few.

Well, I met him in a rather odd manner.

Well, he stole my wallet.

He emptied my briefcase.

Then came to my apartment and had

the gall to blackmail me

for its contents.

And he was really very good at it.

You should have turned him in.

No, no, he could be of use to me.

Before he left here I convinced him

That I could find better things

for him to do. For instance...

...certain documents in my possession...

...often prove very valuable

during a trial.

Now he's worked for me ever since.

He's prosperous, wears the finest

clothes, and has the manners

of a gentleman.

Yeah.

And the instincts of a killer.

I've heard of him.

He's the job I have for you.

Mr. Stewart is becoming very ambitious.

He wants to be independent.

He's going to try to break

into my office safe.

-What's he after?

-A document.

What?

The Declaration of Independence?

That's what he thinks.

He'll be at the Fister Building

on Dearborn St. at 1AM this morning.

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