This Gun for Hire

It's after 2:
00.

Can I come in now?

Hey, you in or aren't ya?

Get out!

Get out!

Keep your dirty hands off me.

Ah! You!

You and your cat!

Go on, beat it.

Look at my dress.

You oughta buy me a new

one. Beat it, I said!

Cheapskate!

Hello, mister.

Albert Baker?

Yes?

Come in, friend.

Come in.

Don't worry. My secretary.

You've, uh,

brought the money?

We're having coffee.

Try a cookie.

They're very good.

It's lucky

they sent you today.

By tonight, this would've

been on its way to Washington.

That would've been just too

bad for your boss, wouldn't it?

Especially the little,

uh, prescription?

I'm even willing to forgive your boss

that nasty little word "blackmail. "

So then, here you are and...

the money, please.

They said

he'd be alone.

Hi, mister.

Mister?

I dropped my ball.

Thanks.

It was very nicely handled,

my boy.

I compliment you.

Taught Mr. Baker

a lesson in morality, didn't you?

Ugly people, blackmailers.

Only one way to pay them off.

Won't you have a sundae? I'll

have my cut, Johnson. I'm broke.

Here's your end.

No, I'm not through with that.

Oh, lovely.

Dainty but sculptured.

I'll bet you read palms.

I'm an expert. How'd

you guess? I guessed.

Oh.

My client is most grateful.

He must have plenty

of lettuce. Who is he?

Oh, he's very shy.

I couldn't discuss him.

Say, Johnson, what is your line,

anyway? You're not a finger man.

I'm shy too.

Why, Mr. Gates!

My name is not Gates.

You mean, you're not Will

Gates of Los Angeles? I'm not.

I'm sorry.

So annoying.

Second time today.

Peppermint?

They're all 10s.

You didn't expect

a thousand ones, did you?

Don't you trust me?

Who trusts anybody?

Direct from the bank,

as I promised.

Oh, I see your point,

of course.

If the bills were bad, you couldn't very

well complain to the police, could you?

I'm my own police.

What do you mean?

What would you do?

First I'd find out who you're

stoogin' for... the shy boy.

Then I'd give him

what I gave Baker.

Don't! I...

I can't stand violence.

Then I'd whittle off

a little of that blubber.

Such a warped

sense of humor.

Oh, I forgot.

A little gift from me.

Orchestra seats

to the best show in town.

I oughta know.

It cost me plenty.

That's my one vice...

backing leg shows.

No, thanks. Go ahead, take your girl.

You... must have a girl

or a friend.

Why?

Live alone,

work alone, eh?

Raven,

how do you feel

when you're doing...

this?

I feel fine.

Well...

be good.

Lieutenant Crane?

Yeah?

I'm Willard Gates, Nitro Chemical

Corporation of Los Angeles.

My firm wants to know what the

police up here are doing, if anything,

about the man who robbed our

paymaster. They're working on it.

He's been reported here in San

Francisco. Don't they know that?

Yes, of course they know it.

That's why I'm on the case.

I'm from the Los Angeles force, up

here on my vacation until this happened.

Well, I hope you can get some results.

It's been a week since the robbery.

The stolen bills

are all new and all 10s.

Why hasn't

an arrest been made?

I'll tell you why.

The man may not

even be here.

All we can do is wait for him to pass one of

those hot bills. If he does that, we've got him.

I hope so. You know

we're offering a reward?

Yeah.

5,000 for a 20,000 bundle.

It's kind of unusual.

Is it?

Well, it's just because...

the president of our company

is so upset over it.

Well, it's his dough.

Remember we want him,

dead or alive...

preferably the former

after what he did to our paymaster.

And quickly, too,

or we'll go higher up.

Go milk a duck!

Five thousand dollars.

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