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Don't make any trouble. No papers

and you go to headquarters

l am innocent

Don't talk nonsense

Quiet! Show me your papers

Don't push. lt's everybody's turn

-Have you got your papers?

-l can't go around

with my birth certificate.

That's asking too much

-Don't mess with me.

-That's asking too much, lnspector

Headquarters for you

Look here, it's disgusting

Poor workmanship, old boy.

You've had it. To headquarters

Better luck next time, Willie

Shut your face!

Next

Fancy boy

What's wrong?

Pop Lohmann's got him

''Unsolved burglary at a fur shop.''

Well, l guess l'd better

take you down to headquarters

But... my papers are in order

Next

No luck, huh?

Papers

l have none

Headquarters

No luck

Next, come on, let's go

This is wrecking our business,

Sarge, trouble every night

You can't have ten minutes

peace anymore. Give us a break!

lt's no joke for us either,

out every night

Of course, but you're

drivin' away my clientele

and the guy you're looking

for ain't here

Do you know how mad everyone

is about this guy who's causing

a raid every night? 'Specially

the girls. Sure, they solicit

but believe me, everyone

is a little mother at heart

l know a lot of crooks, get sort

of tender when they see kids

lf they catch that bastard

they'll wring his neck

Ready to go, Sarge?

Good night

So it's the Crocodile tonight.

Two loads for the nick

What's keeping Schranker?

ls it three o'clock yet?

l'll find out

Hello, the exact time, please.

Two minutes to three

Thank you

There are more police on

the street tonight than whores

Wherever you spit, cops

Even when you've got a broad,

they don't leave you alone

They've gone nuts. All they

think about is the murderer

l have a little six-year-old and

every night l have to look under

the bed and in the closet to see

if the murderer is hiding there

You can't even do your job.

The police are everywhere

There's no privacy anymore.

l'm fed up with it

Tell us something new

What's keeping Schranker?

Maybe he's been caught

Not him. He did a bank job in

London. Scotland Yard trapped him

There he was, hands up, back to

the wall, millions of cops around

two seconds later there were

two corpses and he'd beat it!

The best man between

Berlin and San Francisco

Six years they've looked and they

haven't caught him yet

Haven't caught him yet,

but dogs can kill wolves

Shut up

The suspense is killing me.

He's always right on time

God be praised!

At last!

Well, hello! You've finally come.

Good afternoon

Are you crazy? Close the curtains

Gentlemen, the meeting

can now begin

According to regulations,

l confirm that the leadership of

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