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A heart of men.
The shadow knows.
Today's drama.
Stick out.
It is almost midnight.
In a rundown section near the waterfront.
Two dark figures stand in the shadows of a lonely alley.
They said they had trance and lined up for a kill Duke.
Where is he?
Take it easy, Joey.
Got him staked up and we've got a headlet cap on.
Where is the rat?
Promise my brother, silky, I take care of Cranson for putting a finger on him.
And we did loyem up, now where is he?
I went up that alley just before I caught him and come out here.
He sure?
Sure, I'm sure.
Okay, come on.
Don't be too good at target, Joey.
That guy Cranson can handle a rod for good.
Yeah, but he's used to the trigger.
Let's give him a toast and a business and hold it.
Pick a song.
Where?
Up there, maybe, into the alley.
See you.
No, where?
Look.
I lost him in the shadows.
Come on.
You can't get out of the alley without Cranson.
Where's the alley behind this pile of junk at the end of the alley?
Just too bad.
Joey, look out, Joey.
What?
Joey.
Joey, can you hear me?
Sit.
So he's going to be off on the head of Cranson for my cannotis kid brother?
Yeah.
Off on the head.
You've got to stop the fight, Marge.
The Porsche is losing.
We've got a chance.
Let's be close to Cranson, Marge.
Yes, sir.
Oh, good.
That boy's taken enough punishment for one night.
He went out.
Well, he walked out by a technical knockout.
These times, two minutes and four seconds of the third round.
Well, what's the next fight, Marge?
The next fight, Marge.
Well, it will be Marge.
In fact, that's the one we've come to see.
It should be a classic.
Well, we've grew here.
Hello, Marge.
How's my favorite fight, Marge?
Hello, Mr. Cranson.
Hello, Mr. Cranson.
Hello, Marge.
He's been around a long time.
Seems like.
Well, isn't it a fight we're coming out to in a long time?
I mean, it's the truth.
They don't make him like Dempster McLean anymore.
That's true.
The frames, that's the thing, aren't they?
Like I always say.
Oh, yes, that's what it is.
What's the phone call?
I'll take you.
Oh, excuse me, folks.
I'll take your care of Marge, Marge.
I'll be right back.
Yeah, great.
Some of that, Mr. Cranson.
Um, Wayne, uh, he's no jammy, see?
John?
What do you mean?
Well, it's, uh, just when I get around there.
I'm in my own business, but, uh, I hear things.
What kind of things?
All right.
Here, he was hot for shooting.
What a shoot.
What?
And now, the tell-out presentation of the evening.
In this corner, weighing one eighty-seven and one half,
well, in black flux,
Mike's towel, bro, footman.
Johnny, the month should be back,
but I know this is a fight he wanted so badly to see.
Well, maybe he got delayed.
You want me to go see?
I'll go with you, Marty.
And in this corner, weighing one hundred and ninety-seven pounds,
wearing purple trunks,
blabby marches,
a big fart farmer.
Marty's not in any of the phone booths.
Where could he have gone?
Oh, maybe the dormant's seen him.
Hey, Jerry.
Uh, you're seeing Mr. Cranson come back here?
Mr. Cranson, yeah, he, uh,
just asked me to plug him down a hack.
Meena?
What's that impossible?
He wouldn't go home without telling me.
He didn't go home, lady.
He's a hackier, tried to name the silver slipper on water street.
It ain't home.
Silver slipper, that's a tough dive, all right?
Hey, hey, what are you going with, Wayne?
To the silver slipper, Marty.
I'm old-fashioned.
I like to go home with a man who brought me.
...
Okay, just stand with me.
I don't think I want anything.
Thanks, son.
Looking for a man.
So is the million day, man.
So you're looking for yourself, Wayne?
Well, you don't understand.
The man I'm looking for came in here.
And what do you look like?
And what do you look like?
Tall, dark, sweet looking.
Oh, here, mate.
Do you mean here?
Yeah, easy, dear.
See that blonde, the cornered lady moves.
Yes.
Ask her.
She knows where she is.
Say.
I beg your pardon.
What did you do?
I'm looking for Mr. Prance to me.
Bartender said you know where he was.
Sorry, Jesse.
He don't want to be disturbed.
But looking for the lady's friend.
That'd be a good girl in blow, huh?
This lady's what sets him caught.
Oh, the shot that came from the back room,
that's where Carl and Prance can all come on.
Lamar, you shot her.
You shot Carl, he still got the gun.
I haven't taken a mod.
What is it?
I haven't taken a mod.
Don't let him get through that window.
Seven.
Everybody hear me?
How about Carl?
Carl?
Carl, can you hear me?
Only not close, he's dead.
Attention, all police.
Lamar and Cranson wanted the questioning
in the murder of Colin Devon, Cabaret, and Tatina.
When last scene, Cranson was wearing.
Yeah.
That's another laugh.
Mickey Wesson, you can't believe Lamar just killed you.
That killed me.
I'm sorry, Margot.
You saw him there yourself with a gun in his hand.
He was innocent.
Why did he run away?
I don't know.
But I do know Lamar.
He couldn't be guilty in such a thing.
Margot, I want him time and again.
I kept telling him that if he kept getting involved
in police affairs some day, he'd get in over his head.
Well, today was that some day.
What do you intend to do, Commissioner?
What can I do, Margot?
Believe me, I won't enjoy it.
But I intend to find Lamar Cranson and book him for murder.
What do you intend to do, Commissioner?
What can I do, Margot?
Believe me, I won't enjoy it.
But I intend to find Lamar Cranson and book him for murder.
What are you doing, Margot?
I am a woman, serviceable empowerment.
I have no idea I have no idea what what is wrong with me.
What?
You will be hurt.
What can I do?
Turn out I am sick.
Where are you?
the picture on your way to meet me, do you?
No.
Sounds angry, darling.
Surely you don't believe it?
What can I believe in? Why did you run away?
Why did I have to meet you like this?
Because I have to stay free long enough to find
who did kill that girl.
Darling, how could you believe it?
I don't know what I've seen. It leaves me at the arena
and go running off without a word.
Didn't you get my message?
I sent that usher back with words that I had an emergency call
that I'd meet you at your place after the fight.
An emergency call?
Yes, she said it was a matter of life or death.
She begged me to come to the silver slipper immediately.
She said her name was Carl.
I know. The blonde girls that you and Carl are all friends.
That's ridiculous.
We just started to talk when there was a shot from the window
and someone threw a gun into the room.
I was starting out the window after the killer
when you and the crowd broke in.
Darling, why didn't you stand?
There was still a chance I could trap the killer before he got down the fire escape.
I...
I guess I'd believe you.
Come on, get over there.
That car's trying to pass you.
Hold on. I'm going to the side of the road.
What's your problem?
You all right?
Are you getting out of the car?
What is it?
What is it?
The guy wants to see you crashed an awful bad.
Who are you? What do you want?
You don't know it's crashing.
But you know our poor sister's name is Soke.
Sokey Reed, remember?
What are you doing out of there?
You'll find out.
When you sent him up, you didn't do us a job as you did on a skip brother.
You're going to wish it's gone Sokey too.
Done?
Wait a minute. I didn't kill Reed's skip brother?
No.
Try telling that to Sokey when we get there.
Sokey?
Got him?
Yes, Sokey.
Bring him in.
Okay, let me bring him in.
Well, well, friends.
I haven't seen you since you testified against me six years ago.
Six years in the pen can be a long time.
What a young lady.
She was with him. She'll get me out of bring it.
No, unfortunately for her.
Yeah. She was the lady's comfortable and well tied.
She's your hands up.
Wait a minute. I've seen you someplace before.
Yeah, I get around.
Come out, sir.
You'll have to pardon this broken down old shack, Christen.
You were meaning to get rid of it.
We're taking care of that tonight.
What's this all about?
Surely you must have guessed that I'd resent you're killing my skip brother.
I didn't kill your brother.
Unfortunately for you, there were witnesses.
Do tell him.
Joey followed Christen into an alley one night.
I've seen him both go in.
There's a shot.
Christen came out.
Alone.
Oh, call me a liar, cover.
Now I know where I saw you.
What would you do there for Duke?
I want him to know what was happening.
He'll know what's happening.
All right, Silky.
This place will go up like tissue paper.
We've got the gasoline ready.
Silky.
What are you going to do?
You're viewing your boy from a hot reception, baby.
No, can't.
Come on, come on.
You wake up, baby.
In time.
Okay, Luis, up the far.
Right.
There she goes.
You better get out of here.
This will go better than we thought.
Come on.
Come on, get me him.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, Christen.
And Mark only in our kidnapped by gangsters.
The old fame building where they're being held is set afire.
As Christen begins to regain consciousness.
Come on, for heaven's sake.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, Christen.
Come on.
Come on, Christen.
Come on, Christen.
Come on, Christen.
Come on, Christen.
Come on, Christen.
Come on, Christen.
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I'm not open on this mail.
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
What do you want?
Thank you.
I'll make the guys a lot better.
No, wait a minute.
Not that way, ma'am.
Probably outside waiting.
Come on up the back.
Won't look very well, right?
Now we can get through it.
Now just right here, darling.
Haven't got a minute to do it.
Come on.
If you don't know, ma'am.
You've got to keep out of sight.
We're sure they've drawn.
There we go.
I think it's safe for us to get started.
There we go.
I recognize one of those three hoodlums, ma'am.
The young one named Duke.
There's one who posed as the usher who brought me the message of the arena.
How do you like him?
Don't appear visit in an old friend.
We know what's behind all this.
Mr. Clindex, sir.
Our underworld complex.
And we have a boat.
What the hell?
This is Mr. Clindex's latest headquarters.
Stephen, exclusive little spot.
We know mine's dotts and cobwebs.
Not so loud, darling.
Mr. Consider the store-tlog with the waterfront.
Oh, come on.
It might be better.
We could get through a little bit of this.
So, this is Mr. Clindex's latest headquarters.
Five an exclusively little spot.
You don't mind sawdust in cobwebs.
Not so loud, darling.
This is considered the store-tlog with the waterfront.
As if it's flying back to the waiting flight.
Of the evening, Mr. Blanding.
Well, Mr. Crenson and the lovely Miss Lane be seated.
By all means.
Be seated.
Thank you, Mr. Blanding.
I, uh, I hated to impose on you, but this is very important to me first.
By all means, by all means.
I, uh, I took the liberty of ordering a brief flybation.
You'll, uh, you'll be my guest to call.
Well, thank you, Mr. Blanding.
At one point, however, it seems I'm financially embarrassed.
Oh, just temporarily a call.
Oh, I must allow it.
No, no, no, no.
Most importantly, no.
I, uh, well, perhaps just this time.
I, uh, you, uh, you, uh, you may bring the order.
I'm trusting Crenson.
Mm-hmm.
And now.
Now what you're saying?
You read about the girl, Carla Devons.
I'm supposed to have killed.
Eh, in my position, one here is that thing, Mr. Blanding.
I'll leave this to say I didn't kill her.
I was sent to the scene of the murder by a man posing as an arena asher.
He's our hotel named Duke.
Hi, they're interesting.
They're interesting, indeed.
Do you see, uh, uh, you see Duke?
With the late lamented Carla sweetheart.
Mm-hmm.
Although one third rumored to the rift slightly.
Really?
That's right, kind.
A new light of love had dazzled the thick old young Duke.
Now it's beginning to make sense.
Duke wanted to get rid of Carla, so his shopper tried to plan to blame on me.
Why?
Possibly, and, uh, retaliation for your supposed killing of Tokie Reeves' young brother.
Our underworld is sensitive on such a point.
Yes.
We had some evidence of that tonight.
Well, I've bothered you enough with my problem, Mr. Blanding.
Thank you very much.
Can I bother we've got to run?
Oh, before you're lying patient around.
You have eyes, Mr. Blanding.
Oh, three.
Eh, eh, eh.
Well, but only as an accommodation you understand.
What do you think my plans?
I'll tell you a good evening for you both.
Ha-ha-ha.
Slowly going, Mr. Blanding.
Where is she, the blonde of the silver slipper?
It tells you I was an old friend of Carla's.
I want to know why she lied.
Bob and Chou beat it, Mrs. Blanding.
For the blonde lives.
You're on knock.
Darling, darling.
Don't knock the door down.
What are you wanting?
But you thought the cops had you in law's balls by now.
Mind if we come in?
You bet I do.
I'm allergic to kids.
I only have to win.
Shut up.
I have to talk to you.
But I don't know what you're up to.
But if you don't get out of here,
I'll yoke up a so loud.
It'll curl your eardrum.
You deliberately frame me, blondie.
Why?
I never saw your friend call it before in my life.
OK, but it's your story for the little woman.
Is that telephone, Gage?
I can go along with it.
What are you doing?
Look, baby.
What it convinced you if I showed you a picture of him
and call her all her lovely darling.
What?
Yes, I guess so.
OK.
You asked for this showdown question.
Just forget these pictures, Gage.
Oh, here it is.
So, get your hands out where I can see them.
Oh, done.
What are you going to do?
Call the police?
I'm no stupid.
If I turn you over to them, you'll be dead when they scoop you up.
Now, get out and stay out.
Why?
Come on, mother.
I wouldn't have believed.
I've never seen you cow so easily.
And I won't.
I hope she thinks the same thing, Margot.
What do you mean?
I mean, now I know I'm on the right track.
blondie couldn't have known about that telephone call
unless she was in on the frame up.
See, Carla had time to tell me she wasn't the one who called.
What are you going to do?
Shadow is going to have a talk with blondie.
I think she'll talk to the shadow.
Try that number again, will you operate her?
I've got to get her, my daughter.
She's there.
The shadow, blondie.
Is your boyfriend run out on him?
I don't know what you mean.
Your boyfriend named you?
How do you know about that?
You thought he could get rid of Carla.
Blame the murder on Cranston.
You were in on the plan, weren't you, blondie?
No, no.
What are you, blondie?
I call Cranston.
You told me what to say, but I swear I didn't know Carla was there.
That's the truth, so help me.
I swear I don't know.
Tell me where it feels now.
I don't know.
I can't reach a bad job on the night they should be finished now.
After the job, where will they be?
Where will they be?
At the hideout.
It's in the manor nighthouse near the bridge.
The meeting there to split the take.
Perhaps the shadow will join that little meeting.
If you told the truth, no harm will come to you.
If you lie, blondie, your answer to the shadow.
Yeah, they love each other.
Two times, my dear.
Look, he's twenty-third.
You've forgotten that watchman.
Better get in there.
Here's milk, Chucky.
Well, if it isn't Daniel Goong.
No, look, Chucky, I didn't mean to kill your guy.
I thought he was going for a ride, so I'd blast him.
Keep him pretty fast for that rod, like we do.
Okay, so I killed a guy.
We made it clean, didn't we?
I had to point.
Well, I had it on a fifty cents pistol.
And I don't like being hot.
Okay, fellas, if you don't like being hot, I can fix that.
Stop that, Ralph.
You crazy.
Oh, just the commentator.
You're still complaining about being hot.
I just need to cool you off a little bit.
Yeah, you kill us with that heater yours, and the boys don't know what we're doing.
You wouldn't last a day.
There's more than one way to cool a guy off
in an all-dice house like this, Louis.
What are you talking about, Duke?
A chamber in the news in years.
The ammonia pipe is still there.
That's good enough.
You think I'm going to let those hear sizzle away?
That's not so clear.
Now, go on back up, slow.
Fire the fire.
That's it.
Right, Louis, open the door to the ice chamber.
Only do it nice and slow, like, so I can watch your hands.
Thanks.
Now, boys, that's you.
Go on inside.
So you think you're going to knock me in Louis off?
Is that a Duke?
You've catch on fast.
Okay, I'm taking over.
Boy, you're fine, a Duke.
When I do a night-dow, you won't know it.
You shot a hole in the ammonia pipe.
So long, boys.
That'd be dreams.
I'd be insane.
At the door.
Get it.
Come on, get it.
Get it.
Get it.
Get it.
Is that a little carp and fell into it, man, you know?
So, that this is the shadow, Duke.
I thought you were in a clothes window.
The door behind me, I thought it was more polite.
That way.
Get it.
Get it.
Get it.
Just place it.
I want the truth about the mother.
Call it heaven.
Come here, Duke.
Get it.
Get it.
That's all, Duke.
Get it.
Get it.
You're right.
You killed it, Duke.
She threatened to tell the truth about joy and reason.
You killed her.
All right.
All right, that's all right.
Let me add it here, will you?
A crime still didn't kill her, you know?
You did.
Who did?
That is not it, will you?
You died with it.
I think I can hold out a few minutes longer, Duke.
You did.
Who killed her, you know?
On the kill, Duke.
On the hit.
All right.
All right.
I killed him.
You killed my father.
You killed him.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Get it.
You killed him.
Tell me no more, can he?
He's okay with it.
Now, let's tell the man.
Stop.
Let's get out of here.
How am I?
Duke has a story to tell the mission of wisdom.
Duke and Duke want to make sure he tells the story right.
All right.
What brings him, I've cleaned it up here this time.
But next time...
There won't be a next time,死.
No, indeed, commissioner.
I have really learned my lesson this time.
I've heard that before.
I don't understand why Duke went to sell my cello
to try to frame you for car that mechanism.
Well, he had to kill color Marco.
She threatened to tell the truth about Joey's murder.
See?
She was the only one who knew Duke was systematically working his way up in the gang.
The first play of the latter was Joey. That was the easy one.
He had a ready-made four-guys with Francis.
Louis was number two man in the gang, was later to go next.
And finally, Silky Reef himself. He was certainly an ingenious say-goat.
You know, for a while, Commissioner Allen was believed I was guilty myself.
So did I.
And what's worse, so would a jury.
I'm afraid you have something there, Commissioner.
So from now on, please, police work to the police.
From the non-transition you uncross those fingers.
We don't drive. There's little boat.
Crimes are not paid. The shadow.
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