Detective Story Page #4

A man after me own heart.

- Hi, Lou.

- Hi, Joe.

Here you are, girlie.

- How much do I owe you?

- It's on the house.

That's very decent of you.

I mean it, very decent.

Well, you didn't kill anybody.

Embezzlement. Chicken feed.

- Here you are, kid.

- I don't want it.

Look, son, the city don't care

if you go hungry here.

We chip in for this stuff ourselves.

What branch of the service were you in?

Navy.

- Where'd you serve?

- The Marshals, Marianas, Iwo Jima.

My kid was in the Navy, too.

Juneau. You know her?

- She was a cruiser.

- Yeah.

- Didn't she go down with all hands?

- There were 10 survivors.

Rough deal.

He'd have been just about your age.

- How'd you get into this mess?

- Are you going to give me a sermon?

Don't get funny with me, son,

I'll knock you right through the floor.

Now, how'd you get into this mess?

- Hi, Lou.

- Hi, Jim.

Here comes trouble.

- What have you got there?

- Burglars. Caught them red-handed.

I went into my apartment,

and there they were all inside.

I tried to run away, but he grabbed me

by the neck and tried to choke me.

It's a lie. It's a pack of lies.

I heard her scream. They come running

down the stairs and I collared them.

This one gave me a struggle.

I'm walking down the stairs.

I'm minding my own business.

The cop jumps on top of me,

and starts beating my brains in.

All right. We'll come to you.

- Think I'm crazy? Do a thing like this?

- Sit down.

On this one, we found this.

And this jimmy.

-.22?

- Loaded.

- What's your name. Stand up.

- Gennini. Charles Gennini.

And I don't know nothing.

I don't even know this guy.

Ask him. Hey, do I know you? No.

Take easy, Charley. Sit down.

What's your name?

- Lewis Abbott.

- Were you carrying these, Lewis?

Yeah.

He grabbed me by the throat. How can

a thing like this happen in New York?

- You're all right, now, madam.

- Now, you.

I got nothing to do with this.

What do you think?

I got rocks in my head?

Look at this.

Quite a bundle.

How much is here, Charley?

$1,400.

Eleven. Why is it, every time

we drag in one of you bums...

you've got $1,400 in your kick,

I got $11 in mine?

You don't live right.

How did you get this, Charley?

- I saved it. I worked.

- Where?

I was a bricklayer.

Count it. This goes to property clerk.

We don't want Charley suing us.

He was a bricklayer.

Let's see your hands.

The only thing you ever laid

was a $2 bet.

When were you in stir last, Charley?

Me? Jail? Never.

I swear on a stack of Bibles.

What's your 'B' number?

On my mother's grave,

I ain't got no 'B' card.

How do you know what a 'B' card is,

if you never had one?

- I heard. I been around.

- I'll bet you have.

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