Pickup on South Street Page #5

Oh.

- So you're the muffin.

- What do you mean?

Oh, one cannon talks to another,

word gets around.

What was in the wallet?

That's pretty.

- Something personal.

- How personal?

What difference does it make?

He didn't know what was in it when he took it.

How do you know?

You got a boyfriend?

- Why?

- Like to buy him a tie?

I happen to carry a complete line

of personality neckwear.

- Bargain prices.

- Look, I'll tell you all the facts - nothing else.

- Now, you want to do business?

- You got any happy money on you?

"Happy money"?

Yeah. Money that's gonna

make me feel happy. What else?

How happy?

$50.

Hey.

Take your time looking.

Want a beer?

I want my wallet.

- What wallet?

- The one you lifted from my bag today.

Oh, now,

do I look like a pickpocket?

You sure do.

Wipe your face off.

How much did Moe get out of ya?

Huh?

I figure you shelled out

about 50 bucks to find me...

if I know Moe.

Huh?

Moe's all right. She's gotta eat.

Crummy tie.

- Look, did you throw it away?

- Hmm?

Mr. McCoy, I gotta find that wallet.

- Why?

- It's no good to you or to anybody else.

No?

What's the matter,

I bust somethin'?

- I think I'm sick.

- Sit down. Let's see.

Find out the trouble.

Oh!

That's where it hurts.

Let's fix it up.

You just relax.

All right now, muffin.

Let's have a small dose of straight talk.

There was some film in it.

You mean you ransacked my joint

just to find some film?

You got me in an awful mess

when you took it.

What kind of a mess?

You workin' for some blackmailer?

Oh, no. Nothing like that, Mr. McCoy.

They're pictures of my brother Mickey.

He's a war hero in Korea,

and my mother's waiting to see them.

Uh-huh. Why didn't you

go to the cops, honey?

Well, I got in a little trouble with them...

and... it'd kill my mother if she -

- You know what I mean?

- Yeah, sure.

Feel better?

Does, uh, beer always do this to you?

What kind of trouble did you get into

with the cops, muffin?

- Oh, a girl makes mistakes.

- Mm-hmm.

- I was only asking 'cause, uh -

- 'Cause what?

Yeah.

You look for oil,

sometimes you hit a gusher.

Am I talking too much?

Why talk?

How much is your brother worth?

What do you want? Blood?

I just want to make your old lady happy.

That's all.

Then you do have it.

We'll just see, muffin.

There might be another little old lady

looking for pictures of her boy.

I gotta make sure it's your brother Mickey.

- I'll tell my mother.

- You do that.

That's the girl.

I'll check with you later.

Hello, Tiger. You're waking up

half the waterfront with those clodhoppers.

- You're not losing any time.

- Neither are you.

- Did you make a deal?

- Go on, drum up a charge.

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