White Heat Page #2
So, we thought of a steam engine.
Good hunch. Get me his clothes.
Ernie, get his fingerprints.
Take a mask of his face.
Here you are, Mr. Evans. Nothing in the
pockets but this pack of cigarettes.
So like you told me, Mr. Evans,
I made the rounds for a month.
Drifting, kind of. Not too eager.
You know, just dropping a word
in the right ear...
that I'm interested in picking up
a few hot dollars.
Not a buck from the tunnel job showed up.
They haven't buried it in tin cans, Willie.
Keep looking.
Okay.
I'll go out the back way, if you don't mind.
Any of the boys spotted me
coming up here, I'd be in a real jam.
- Did you get anything out of Willie?
- A blank.
This will cheer you up, Phil.
Spectrograph of dirt from the tunnel.
Spectrograph of dust deposits
taken from the dead man's clothes.
They're identical. It all adds up...
and places our friend in the morgue
right smack at the scene of the crime.
Looks like we're in business.
From Washington.
"Have no fingerprint record dead man. "
That's one I never expected.
Dead man, dead end.
"But prints on cellophane
of cigarette package...
"belong Giovanni 'Cotton' Valletti...
"known member, Jarrett gang. "
And I thought
you were never gonna talk, baby.
- Where's Ma?
- She went to the market.
- Which one?
- She don't tell me those details.
What difference does it make?
I'll tell you what difference it makes.
They've got Zuckie in a morgue upstate.
The T-men tied him in with us
on the tunnel job.
- What?
- Yeah. We're all as hot as pistols.
I don't know how they did it.
Somebody must have tipped them.
It's always "somebody tipped them,"
never "the cops are smart. "
We had enough food for the week.
Why did she go out?
You like strawberries, don't you?
Well, she just had to get some for her boy.
Evans speaking.
Her car is parked outside pointing west.
Good. I'll be down there right away.
There'll be a marker on the rear bumper.
That's what I thought, Mr. Evans.
Where Ma goes, Cody goes.
We'll use the A-B-C method.
I'm B.
I'll keep first position behind suspect
on Arango Blvd.
You drive parallel on Lattimer.
Okay.
- Got that?
- Okay.
Suspect proceeding dead ahead
on Arango Blvd.
Approaching Bakeman.
Suspect turned north on Bakeman.
C, pick her up at Fairchild.
A will take your position.
Got her.
Traveling dead ahead on Bakeman,
Suspect turning west on Calhoun.
C, proceed dead ahead.
Take position on the right.
Right.
A, pick her up on Calhoun.
Roger.
Got her.
Going due west about 30 miles per hour.
Hold the phone.
She's turning left on Cling.
Let her go.
C, cut over fast to Arango.
- Cover her on the left.
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