They Made Me a Criminal Page #4

SAY WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING?

DO YOU THINK HE'S GONNA TAKE

THE RAP WHILE WE WALK OUT?

BUT WE DIDN' DO ANYTHING.

OH, SHUT UP.

YOU SAID THAT ONCE.

I'M EXPLAINING

TO YOU, AIN'T I?

IT AIN'T, "DID YOU DO ANYTHING?"

IT'S, "CAN YOU PROVE IT?"

CAN YOU PROVE:

YOU DIDN'T DO NOTHING?

WELL, JOHNNIE

WOULDN'T SAY ANYTHING.

NO. HE'D GO TO THE CHAIR

FOR YOU, WOULDN'T HE?

YOU JUST HEARD HIM SAY

HE'S NO SUCKER.

WE NEED:

TO STICK TOGETHER,

YOU AND ME, KID.

HE SAID YOU'D TAKE

HIS ROLL AND HIS WATCH.

YEAH, AND HIS GAL.

I'M NO SUCKER,

EITHER.

COME ON.

UHH...

OH!

DOC. DOC,

I'M SCARED.

I'M SCARED

STIFF.

THERE'S NOTHING TO BE

SCARED ABOUT, HONEY.

WE'LL BE ACROSS

THE BORDER LIKE THAT.

THEN WE'LL HIDE OUT UNDER COVER

UNTIL THIS WHOLE THING BLOWS OVER.

COME ON.

COME ON, DOC.

GET SOMETHING HOT.

OK, BABY.

Radio announcer:

LICENSE NUMBER 2A-1243.

LOOK FOR JOHNNIE BRADFIELD,

POSSIBLY TRAVELING

WITH MANAGER DOC WARD

AND HIS GIRL, GOLDIE WEST.

REPORTER KILLED:

IN HIS APARTMENT.

DOC, THEY'RE

AFTER US.

DON'T LET THEM

GET US, DOC.

IT'S ALL RIGHT,

BABY.

I WON'T.

I WON'T.

Announcer:
PICK UP

GRAY CONVERTIBLE PHAETON

LICENSE NUMBER 2A-1243.

THOSE COPS,

THEY'RE AFTER US.

EXTRA, EXTRA.

"RUNAWAY KILLER DEAD IN

SMASH-UP!" READ ALL ABOUT IT.

EXTRA, EXTRA. READ ALL

ABOUT IT. PAPER, MISTER?

EXTRA, EXTRA. "RUNAWAY

KILLER DEAD IN SMASH-UP!"

READ ALL ABOUT IT.

EXTRA, EXTRA.

OH, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.

I DIDN'T HIT HIM WITH NO BOTTLE.

I THOUGH YOU WERE DEAD.

Johnnie:

NO, I AIN'T DEAD.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING

THAT WAY FOR?

YOU KILLED:

THIS MAN MAGEE.

I DIDN'T KILL HIM.

WELL, LISTEN. WHAT ARE

YOU DOING HERE, THEN?

I WANT TO ASK YOU WHAT ALL

THIS IS ABOUT, SAYING I'M DEAD.

THE WRISTWATCH.

YEAH. I KNOW.

I CAN READ.

I READ ABOUT I IN THE PAPERS, TOO.

HE STOLE MY WATCH,

MY GIRL, AND MY CAR.

EH, SERVES HIM RIGHT.

I'M SORRY

ABOUT GOLDIE.

SHE WAS OK.

SHE WOULDN'T HAVE

DOUBLE-CROSSED ME. IT WAS HIM.

LISTEN. DO YOU KNOW

THAT YOU'RE GUILTY

OF THE MURDER OF

THIS NEWSPAPER MAN?

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING

THAT WAY FOR?

I ARTED TO HIT HIM,

AND THEN I DON'T REMEMBER.

YOU STARTED TO HIT HIM,

AND HE'S DEAD,

AND HE, A NEWSPAPER MAN.

YOU'RE AS GOOD

AS DEAD.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING

THAT WAY FOR:

YOU'RE AS GOOD

AS DEAD.

WHAT ARE YOU...

OFFICIALLY,

YOU'RE DEAD.

YOU'RE THE GUY THA BURNED UP IN THE CAR.

YOU CAME TO ME:

FOR ADVICE.

THIS IS MY ADVICE.

STAY DEA:

LET JOHNNIE BRADFIELD

STAY DEAD.

YOU BE SOMEBODY ELSE.

BE, UH, JACK...

JACK DORNEY.

NOW GET OU OF NEW YORK.

YEAH, YEAH, BUT I...

I NEED SOME MONEY.

I GOT 10 GRAND

IN THE NATIONAL TRUST BANK.

YOU CAN'T GO TO THE BANK.

DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?

IT'S IN A VAULT. ALL I

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