Dick Tracy

Synopsis: Dick is faced with a series of brutal murders in which the victims, all from different social and economic backgrounds, are viciously slashed to pieces. Suspects abound but Tracy, getting a clue that there will be fifteen murders in all, must find the common thread among the victims before more are killed.
Director(s): William Berke
Production: American Pop Classics
 
IMDB:
6.0
APPROVED
Year:
1945
61 min
15 Views

[Radio] Gangland enforcers

broke the arms...

of an elderly news-dealer

this afternoon,

when he refused to share

his week's receipts with them.

Stacks of newspapers

were tossed in the gutter...

as the thugs wrecked the

business and made their getaway.

Lunchtime crowds were paralysed

by the suddenness of the crime.

Not a hand was

raised in protest.

Organized crime is their name.

What appeared to be organized hoods...

shattered the kneecaps

of the beloved operator...

of a shoe-shine parlour today,

as horrified customers looked on.

The bootblack would not

give up his receipts,

and paid dearly for his failure

to surrender to gang demands.

A mother of four, unable

to pay a gambling debt,

lies dead tonight.

Gangland thugs left her

to expire in a pool of blood,

as they helped themselves to

the contents of a cash register.

It was the darndest thing I ever saw.

Five, no help. King, no help.

Aces and eights.

Twenty.

Okay, I'm calling.

Deuce, still possible.

Six, no help.

A pair of aces, pair of eights.

Okay, the ace bets.

Hey, Little Face!

What's the trouble?

Come on, let's go!

Ace bets five.

I call.

- Six.

- See ya.

- [Crash]

- What's that?

[Meow]

Cat.

Aw, a little kitty.

Hi, little fella.

[Screech]

Let's go.

Ace bets five.

- I'm calling.

- I'm in.

Six, got a possible straight.

Queen, eight,

pair of eights.

And a nine, no help.

Jack, no help.

King, no help.

Well, Little Face?

Hmm.

See what you can find.

I want to leave

a little message here.

[Crash]

[Opera]

[Wrist Radio]

Calling Dick Tracy!

Come in, Pat.

This is Tracy.

We've got five dead men

at the 7th St. Garage.

Better get over here

right away.

I'm on my way.

I'll be back. I want to

know how it comes out.

- Excuse me.

- Ow!

- Hello, boys.

- Tracy!

Are we glad

to see you!

Whoever they are,

they're all dead.

Five dead men, Tracy.

We don't know who they are.

Whoever did it took their I.D.,

but didn't take a dime.

Big Boy Caprice.

[Opera]

Everything

all right, Tracy?

Fine. Just a little

trouble downtown.

They're saying Big Boy's

got the city out of control.

The rumour they're

making you Chief of Police?

We've got an excellent

Chief of Police.

Shave off that

silly mustache.

How about mayor?

I don't want a demotion.

I want a copy

of that shot.

- They're out of control.

- Still can't get anything on them?

Don't let them get to you.

You'll get Big Boy.

Big Boy's on the street,

and they want me behind a desk?

They believe in you.

They think if you're chief...

the city will be safe.

There's as much chance

of me getting behind a desk,

as there is of me

getting a new girlfriend.

Sooner or later

Sooner or later

Baby, it's time

Baby, you're mine

[Slurp]

I'm gonna love you

I'm gonna love you

Sooner is better than later

[Slurp]

Bad news on

the garage, Lips.

They bumped them all off.

Our men are getting

very nervous.

[Slurping]

Breathless, that was

beautiful, as always.

I'm so happy you liked it.

[Slurping]

You mind if I leave?

- What?

- [Slurp]

I get sick when you eat.

You didn't used to.

You didn't used to be a zeppelin.

Your devotion is touching.

Raid! It's the cops!

Lips Manlis,

you're under arrest...

for operating

a gambling establishment.

Where's your warrant?

Right here. Let's go!

You too, Breathless.

[Breathless]

That wasn't gamblin'. That was singin'.

Get in the car.

Flattop!

These ain't cops!

Hiya, Lips.

Hiya, Breathless.

Let's go.

Chief Brandon says

you'd make a wonderful chief.

It's a desk job.

What's so bad about that?

You think at a desk

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