Duffer, you haven't answered me.
I came back because I'm an orphan, and this is where I belong.
You're sure?
Of course I'm sure.
I'm just making a lot of trouble for Popsie, I mean, Mr. Henry.
He's got enough to take care of.
I should think so. What with your sister Shelley...
Mrs. Creedle, your Uncle Bud...
And a dog and a parrot.
And Heaven knows what other strays he may have picked up since I saw him last.
Hello, Father.
I was just passing by and I thought I'd drop in.
You're always welcome here, Mr. Henry.
Look who's here. The little runaway kid.
He thinks it makes a difference to me because Mrs. Creedle's in a sanatorium.
As if I needed her in the first place.
I was only trying to help her because she was hitting the bottle.
- You know that. - You gave old Mrs. Creedle a new life.
Yes. I was keeping house for her.
Doing everything like that because she can't see so good.
Yes, I know.
I still keep house. I wash the dishes and clean up the floors...
I scrub everything, and I work very hard.
But any son that don't want to be my son, he doesn't have to be.
I mean, I could go around and pick out all the orphans...
and take my pick doing it, too.
I can get anybody I want.
I could...
Gee, Popsie, I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you.
Duffer, don't you ever get the impression that I can't do without you.
Because, well...
You don't have to talk like that, Popsie. We belong together.
We sure do.
And listen, Duffer...
we'll get Mrs. Creedle back out of the sanatorium...
and put her in her old rocking chair.
And I got my eye on a sweet little baby sister for you.
That's what I like about our family. It keeps getting bigger all the time.
Pardon us, Father. Come on, Lou, Hurry up.
- Here. What's up? - Plenty.
Who's watching Kiddyland?
Certainly not you. You ran out.
- What are you doing here? - Don't ask questions.
- Why shouldn't I? - That's a question.
- What's a question? - That's another question.
We're wasting our time.
I gave up a promising career just to be his partner.
You talk about promises. You promised to quit gambling, pay your debts.
That's why I brought him in with me.
So he could pay $20,000 he owes to the bookies.
Lou! You say that to the Father?
- I wouldn't gamble on a sure thing. - Yeah?
- You wanna bet? - No.
- Come on. - Wait a minute. What's wrong?
Everything is wrong, and it's all your fault.
Why is it my fault? I'm not even there.
When you're not there, it's all wrong.
- Come on, maybe we can beat the cops. - The cops?
- Yeah. - What're they doing there?
More questions. Pardon us, Father, we'll see you later.
Come on, we've got things to do. Hurry.
Now, that's my Uncle Bud.
Another in the long list of your father's charities.
Well, I like him, whatever he is. After all, he is one of the family.
Let me in!
Please. I'm a doctor.
- Help is on the way. - I'm help.
The kids are all right. Beat it before I run you in.
He's the engineer, Officer. Let him in.
Why didn't you say so, Mr. Help?
What's he calling me Mr. Help for?
Get in there and do something.
Stop that thing before somebody gets killed.
Stop this thing. No, that won't do. I tried that.
No.
What're you gonna do? That thing won't work.
- I'll fix it. - Go ahead.
- Is that all there was to it? - Yeah.
Why you, dirty... Why you... You're my friend?
Remind me never to talk to you again.
Hey, what are you mad about?
Can I help it if it didn't take any brains to fix it?
- Lf it did, would I need you? - I don't know.
What do you mean? If it took any brains, I could've done it myself. All right?
That's right, but wait a minute.
Duffer ran away, I had to get him back.
That's another thing.
I want you to tell your girlfriend from the Welfare Board...
to stay away from this place during business hours.
My girlfriend?
Why, that old dish-mop...
I'm not interested in your petty quarrels.
There's nothing petty about this quarrel.
I'd like to crack her one. You know what she's trying to do?
- I don't know. - She's trying to take the kids away from me.
She thinks that I can't take care of the kids...
- and run a business at the same time. - I'll vouch for that.
- What are you saying? - I'm sorry.
- Is there anything I can do to help? - Yes. You can do plenty.
When Miss Mayberry comes along, that's that tall, skinny, dame...
- from the Welfare Board... - Yeah?
Tell her I'm home, taking care of the kids.
Tell her yourself.
How can I tell her that when I'm here?
She's here, too.
- She's here? - Coming this way.
- I gotta get out of here. - Take it easy.
Cut it out. Stop it.
Hi, alligator. What's the scam, man?
Don't alligator me, and don't give me that scam. I'll tell your Uncle Bud.
Don't tell him, man. He's a square.
Yeah!
Listen, you stop that oogly-booglying me.
And stay away from Shelley.
That Shelley.
There's a dish. Real cool, man, I say, real cool and drooly.
I say, man, she's got it.
And she's gonna keep it. You stay away from her.
She has real musical talent.
And I don't want to catch you teaching her that oogly, boogly, doogly.
That's bop, man.
You're gonna get bopped.
Have you tried reaching him at home, Miss Mayberry?
Every time I go there, he barricades the door.
I know he's around here somewhere. I intend to stay right here until I talk to him.
Don't you dig rhythm and blues, Mr. Henry?
Me and Shelley cut a platter yesterday that'd rock you.
Don't rock me. Now shut up.
I got it right here. I could play it for you.
Shut up.
- My, that's loud. - It is?
You stupid... That bebop.
I told you, if I get my hands on it, I'll break it.
It's crazy, man.
Crazy is right.
What on earth was that?
I didn't hear anything.
Hello, Miss Mayberry. What a surprise. Welcome to Kiddyland.
What are you doing to that boy?
I'm sitting on him.
Did it ever occur to you that you might be hurting him?
It occurs to me all the time.
I never witnessed such brutality, not in all my years.
Wow. That's a long time.
- What was that? - I mean, don't get excited.
After all, this boy is a personal nephew to my partner, Bud.
- That right, Bud? - Yeah. I let him sit on Ernie all the time.
It's a disgrace, such lack of dignity.
And that letter you wrote to the District Attorney...
calling me a flannel-eared floozie.
I didn't know your name at the time.
You'll know it before I'm through, and you'll never forget it.
I have here a court order...
giving me permission to inspect your household...
for its environmental influence on your wards.
You're welcome to inspect my house any time. Any old time.
With furniture blocking the door as always?
With no furniture blocking the door. My family has got nothing to be ashamed of.
Very well, Mr. Henry. I'll be at your home tonight at 6:00 sharp.
At which time we shall see what we shall see.
- We shall see. - We shall see.
I'd like to check her family. I'll bet you could shake them out of a tree.
Hey. Can I get up now?
Sure. Yeah.
Hit it, Shelley.
She made it.
You're a doll.
Popsie, you're my inspiration.
Baby, if they'd only let me alone, I'd inspire you right into La Scala.
Not to let that Welfare Board worry you.
Duffer's back, and he understands the situation better.
Nothing short of dynamite could pry us away from you.
You don't know this Miss Mayberry. This is a real bomb.
She's out in the front right now, with her fuse sputtering.
So that's why you sneaked in the back way.
That's right. Let this go. Come on.
Duffer!
Shelley, when Miss Mayberry comes tonight...
will you play the record for her that you made at Kiddyland?
Popsie, do I have to?
Yeah, honey. It was so pretty.
Dogface, I want to talk to you, too.
I want you to take a nice bath and take off all the fleas. Now, go.
What 's up, Popsie?
We have to put on a show for that female bloodhound, Miss Mayberry.
In about 15 minutes, she's gonna be leaning on our doorbell.
Here's what I want you to do.
Run upstairs, comb your hair, wash your face and have a big smile.
With that sourpuss around?
Quiet.
We've gotta make like a typical happy family spending a quiet evening at home.
What does a typical contented family do?
Don't ask me. I'm new at this game.
- We could sing Christmas carols. - In April?
- How about some Parcheesi? - I'll get the board.
Wait a minute. Now listen, kids. This is real important.
This house has got to be really cleaned.
I want it spic-and-span without anything lying around.
Popsie!
I'll get the kitchen straightened up.
Watch for Mrs. Creedle's empty bottles. You know how she used to hide them.
I'll get rid of these comic magazines.
Wait a minute, Duffer.
Don't lose those books, I'm not through with them yet.
- Okay, Popsie. - Right.
That miserable Mayberry.
Pipe down, Bird Brain. It won't be long.
- Popsie, hold still. - That's tight.
I couldn't find the Parcheesi board, but I found the dice.
Mrs. Creedle, she can hide more bottles. Come on, Dogface.
- I found one in the bookcase this morning. - They're all over.
Now, you stay in there, Dogface.
Now listen, kids. This is it.
We've got to get set. We've got to have a nice family.
Let's see.
Sure, she's a couple minutes early. Let's get set, please.
Now, this is it. I don't wanna lose you kids.
Come in. The door is open.
Where's the photographer?
It's you. We were expecting Miss Mayberry.
That's fine.
You're expecting a social evening, and I'm on the brink of disaster.
What's wrong, Uncle Bud?
Honey, you are now looking at a shattered man and a ruined life.
Uncle Bud, if you've been gambling again...
No, I haven't been gambling again. I can't even pay what I owe.
- And that's that. - Wait a minute.
We've been paying them $25 a week. That ain't tin.
- Big Frank wants the rest, or else. - Or else what?
Or else I'm a dead duck.
- You mean they'd kill you? - Dead?
Worse. They'll make me do their dirty work for them.
They can't make you do a thing.
You don't know these babies...
they're in every illegitimate racket in this town.
Remember the First National Bank robbery?
Wait a minute. They want you to rob a bank?
Practically. They're loaded with hot money, marked money.
They've got to get it out of town...
and they want me to be their catspaw.
Oh, no, I'm gonna get on that phone and call the cops.
Do you know what they do to squealers?
I don't care what they do.
They shoot them down like dogs, they stuff them in a barrel of cement...
- and throw them right in the ocean. - Wrong number.
- You've got to loan me $10,000. - I haven't got $10,000.
- Can't you put a mortgage on Kiddyland? - There's two mortgages on it now.
- I'm sorry I told them to meet me here. - Wait a minute.
You told the gangsters you'll meet them here?
Buddy Boy, Miss Mayberry's on the outside.
Look, I'll try and locate them and keep them away from here.
I'll have to work this thing out myself.
Thanks a lot. So long, kiddies.
- Goodbye, Uncle Bud. - Bye.
I could give Uncle Bud my piggy bank.
That's very sweet of you. Duffer. Thanks.
- Popsie, what's Uncle Bud gonna do? - I don't know, Shelley.
But I know him. He's pretty smart. He'll get out of it.
That's Miss Mayberry. We've got to make this look like a real happy home.
Come in Miss Mayberry, the door is open.
Hello, Miss Mayberry. What a surprise.
This is a typical evening at home.
Children, say hello to Miss Mayberry.
Hello, Miss Mayberry.
Hello.
I always light Popsie's cigar.
Popsie? He's not your father.
He's not fit to be anybody's father, if you ask me.
- Well, nobody asked you. - Shelley...
Will you get some coffee for Miss Mayberry?
Okay, Popsie.
- Would you care to sit down? - Thank you.
May I have your overcoat?
And your umbrella?
How about the cigar?
Excuse me.
Yes, sir.
Are you Bud Flick's partner?
He asked us to meet him here.
You must be the fellows he was expecting about the barrel of cement.
- You got to get out of here. - Hold it, shorty.
He's not here. But when he gets the money, he'll give it to you.
Too bad, but he and us will work it out someway.
Now, look, Bud's a very honest man. He'll give it to you.
Honest men pay off.
Where's your phone?
Listen, don't give me any more guff. I don't have to stand here and take that...
and as far as the phone goes, it's right over here.
I would like to have you meet a couple of friends of mine.
This is Mr...
- Just call me Mushie. - And I'm Dutch.
Miss Mayberry.
- Slick chick. - Pretty, too.
- You guys been drinking? - Go right ahead...
I'm writing all of this down.
You don't have the right spirit. This is a happy family.
Hello, Sam. This is Mushie.
I missed the last race. Give me the results.
What's that?
Happy Rabbit, Bright Challenge and Greylock?
You mean my horse ran out of the money?
Friends of yours?
These friends are casual acquaintances. Honest.
Give me $50 on Lickety-Split tomorrow.
Listen, fellows. If you don't mind...
you're spoiling a perfectly good evening for me with my family.
Okay, shorty. But just you tell your partner he can't keep ducking us.
Yeah. I'll be delighted.
We'll pay him a visit tomorrow at Kiddyland.
Yes. While you're there, I'll give you a ride.
Let's not get confused about who might give who a ride.
Sure, yes, sir. I...
She's writing something again.
You bet I am.
Do we have to stand for this? Personally, I think it's pretty silly.
Maybe she's writing something nice.
Me, too.
Can I help you, Shelley?
It's Ernie. I told him we had company but he wouldn't leave.
I'll get rid of that oogly-boogly.
Dogface.
Dogface? Well.
I'm sure he didn't mean you. That's the dog's name.
I'm terribly sorry.
Hey, man, you almost broke my record.
So I find you abusing that boy again.
No, I love him. I'm sitting on him.
Do you dig rhythm and blues, sister?
I say, dig, dig, dig, sister?
Ernie, not now. I'm telling you not now.
Why not? This little item is cool.
Please Ernie, not now.
Well.
Don't be a square. Get with it, man.
Come on, doll, this is the most...
I can't believe it.
Wait a minute. I mean, after all...
Looks like you'll need another pencil.
Such impudence. But who could blame you, living in this environment.
Now listen, I mean after all, this... Give me that.
Give me that bottle. It don't belong to me.
What do you take me for?
I'd hate to tell you.
Go on, tell her, Popsie.
- Well! - Now, listen.
Miss Mayberry?
- Yes? - You're getting me a little mad.
I got a good notion to write another letter to the DA...
and another one to the Welfare Board...
telling them not to send anybody here anymore. I'll tell them.
You're a terrible man. May I have my coat, please?
Yes, you can.
The shame of it, empty whiskey bottles.
I suppose you'll tell me now that you don't drink.
Oh, no, I don't. The whole thing is that I save old liquor bottles...
just so I can launch over old battleships like you, Miss Mayflower!
- Mayflower? - You heard me.
- It's Mayberry. - Get out!
I got rid of Ernie.
I got rid of her.
Now we can spend a nice quiet evening at home.
Shelley, will you sing a little song for me?
Something real pretty?
Sure, Popsie. Anything you want.
Thanks.
Okay, kids, everybody out.
That goes for you, too, Bootsie.
Do I have to?
Sweetie-pie, this is your twenty-first trip around.
The boys tell me you've been ducking them.
No, they're just exaggerating, Big Frank. I've just been busy.
- Busy giving us the runaround? - Exactly. No!
- Trying to locate the money. - Any luck?
Well, no.
Money nowadays is pretty tight. Don't you find it that way in your business?
Only with welshers.
Would you like me to take the throttle, Mr. Henry?
Oh, hello, Father. You want to be the engineer? Okay.
Now look, no more loop the loops like the last time.
And keep the train on the track.
All aboard!
You go to work for me and I'll tear up your marker.
There must be some other way.
Now, listen to me...
this is a scam.
We've got $200,000 which the cops have got the serial numbers on the bills...
and the finger on us.
We gotta get rid of it fast, out of town...
and we need somebody we can trust to blow with it.
- Where to? - Chicago.
That's out of the question. I don't like the weather...
it's much too cold for me there.
It'll be much too hot for you here if you give us trouble. Get it?
I got it, but I'm not gonna like it.
Whether you like it or not, you be here tonight.
Mushie'll give you the bundle and your airplane ticket.
I want to talk to the District Attorney.
Hello.
Mr. Proctor?
- Yes? - This is Lou Henry.
I got some information for you on that First National Bank robbery.
I'm listening, Mr. Henry.
I want you to meet me tonight at my Kiddyland. Alone.
I don't want anyone to see us together.
Why not?
Because, you know what they do with squealers.
And I'm taking an awful big chance in giving you this information.
I want you to appreciate it when my case comes up with the Welfare Board.
Would this be a form of bribery, Mr. Henry?
I don't care what you call it. I just want a fair shake.
I don't want to get mixed up in any cement mixer.
What do you think, Drake?
Sounds phony to me, but you can't ignore it.
I'll meet you there tonight at 10:00. Alone.
And if I don't show up, you'll know they got me.
Bootsie!
I hope that ain't a preview of tonight. Now, blow off.
Okay. Minus four, minus three...
Never mind, just go.
No kidding.
I just traded him that knife last week.
I told him it was sharp.
It cut his mother's what?
Couch!
Will you please get off the phone? You've been on it for an hour.
Will you wait a minute? My best friend cut his... What?
She did?
I've been trying to call you for an hour. The jingle box has been busy.
Shelley, the phone's ringing.
Answer it.
It's not my turn.
Answer it anyway.
All right.
Hello.
Hi, Father Mullahy.
No, she isn't.
Sure.
Shelley, it's for you.
Excuse me.
Bootsie is missing again.
Hello.
Hello, Father Mullahy.
I hope you're not too worried.
It didn't take the police long to find her last time.
You know, Popsie is missing, too. He left mysteriously after dinner.
Let me know if you hear anything. Okay, bye.
You know, she just loves Popsie and his Kiddyland.
- I wonder... - In the middle of the night?
Don't be silly.
Yeah. I guess you're right.
All aboard. Next stop Africa.
Don't mix me up in any cement.
- Don't get excited. - Oh, boy.
What are you doing here this hour of the night?
- I was checking. - Checking what?
The safe, so no crooks could crack it open.
There's nothing in our safe.
I know that, but they don't. What're you doing here?
I was doing the same thing.
Checking what?
I wanted to check and make sure they hadn't tampered with the safe.
But you just said there was nothing in it.
I was gonna put my valuables in it.
You haven't got any valuables.
But the crooks don't know that.
Oh, boy, funny world, isn't it?
- You said it. Come on. - Yeah.
What do you think?
Don't look to me like anybody has tampered with it lately.
Not even us.
You better go home.
Wait a minute. I think I'll stick around and guard the safe.
There's nothing in it.
They don't know that.
Bud, you're right.
You can't trust anybody nowadays.
So you better go home and I'll guard the safe.
- You'll be guarding nothing. - They don't know that.
- But we do. - Oh, my.
Lou, you're forcing me to be frank.
I'm not forcing you to be anybody.
The truth of the matter is, I'm meeting a girl here.
Buddy Boy, hardly any girls pass by here.
Why don't you try standing over by the drugstore?
I'll think about it.
Oh, my.
Don't try and turn around.
What do you want?
Who tipped you off?
- What are you talking about? - Don't give me that.
I know who you are.
Then why don't you take that gun out of my back?
Not until you tell me who the rat is that did the singing.
Very well.
I heard something.
That's just your imagination.
- It sounded like... - You imagined it.
I guess you're right.
What was that?
I guess my imagination. I heard a gun shot.
I heard it, too.
Go on outside and see what's going on.
If you need me, I'll be right in here.
If I need you, it's out there.
Go on.
Beat it.
Hey, you! You wanna see somebody?
Hey, mister, you can't ride now. Kiddyland is closed.
By the way, did you happen to see a man go by here?
Hey, you! Come back here.
Help me, Bud!
Help, Bud!
Can't you do anything right?
I sent you out to investigate a noise and you take a free ride.
Oh, my head.
- Which one? - This one in the middle.
Stop.
- You hit me. - Don't give me any ideas.
Somebody hit me.
Maybe it was that drunken friend of yours.
- Give me that hammer. - What're you gonna do?
- Belt him with it. - Go away.
Come on, buster, the ride is over.
Go on home and sleep it off.
Come on.
Boy, has he got a load on.
Hey, you guys.
I thought the park was closed at night.
It is.
Doesn't look like to me. We got a report the Ferris wheel was running.
- This drunk must have pulled the switch. - He's pickled.
All right, buddy. Come on. Let me help you down.
Hey, that's Martin Proctor, the District Attorney.
Come on, Mr. Proctor, let me...
He's been shot.
- He's dead. - Dead?
Dead?
Call headquarters. Tell them to send the coroner.
Lou, you shouldn't have done it. Nothing is worth it.
I shouldn't have done it? I didn't do it.
All right, how did it happen?
How did it happen? I didn't even know it happened.
Don't say anything until we get a lawyer.
Give me your names.
I'm Bud Flick, a witness.
I'm a good friend of the suspect, Lou Henry, and he's entitled to his rights.
What suspect? What rights? Why don't you shut up?
- Tell him I didn't do it, Bud. - Don't say anything.
I gotta tell them I didn't do it.
Shut up.
- I will not. - Shut your mouth.
I will not. I breathe through my mouth.
Breathe through your nose.
- Do you breathe through your nose? - Yes.
Then you keep your mouth shut.
Officer...
Okay, break it up. You're under arrest.
Now, wait a minute. I'd like to explain this.
Officer, let me explain this to you.
I was hit on the head. And then when I woke up, I was sitting right here.
- What is this? - The murder weapon.
Okay, hand it over.
Now, wait a minute. Just a minute, Officer. I don't know no guns.
Don't do this to me, Officer, please.
Don't put the cuffs on me, please.
Lou, for Pete's sake, take it like a man. Do you see me crying?
No.
I don't see any cuffs on you, either. Look.
Lieutenant...
I found this near the merry-go-round.
Pretty good looking bag to be lying around on the ground.
Show us where you found it.
It was lying right here, Lieutenant.
Get it to the laboratory. Have them check the lining.
- Maybe they can tell us what was in it. - Yes, sir.
You're wasting your time, Lt. Garvey.
I told you Henry called Proctor and tried to bribe him.
He definitely had a grudge against him.
We have several violent and incoherent letters to prove it.
Obviously, he lured Proctor here for the sole purpose of committing murder.
And I maintain that these roundabout methods will get you nowhere.
Relax, Drake.
We have direct methods, too. Methods you never even heard about.
Excuse me.
Are you still here?
We're not leaving until you let us talk to him.
What are you doing to my Pop?
We've been asking him a few questions.
After all, he is under suspicion of murder.
Popsie is no more capable of murder than you are.
I'm merely doing my job. Do you mind?
Doing your job.
You've kept him in there for 18 hours without food or sleep.
I haven't slept or eaten, either.
Don't you know that kind of stuff went out years ago?
It just came back.
Kennedy, call the Welfare Board.
Tell them we've got a couple of kids here who need supervision.
Don't you dare.
Any luck?
Not a peep out of him.
You know, when he first came in here we couldn't shut him up.
He's been this way since Bud Flick gave the slip to the tail we had on him.
Maybe he thinks he's protecting Flick.
- From what? - Putting it another way, from whom?
How about it, Henry? Would you like a cigarette?
Are you sure? Mellow, mild cigarette?
Just get that aroma.
Come on, we'll light up and have a little talk.
Of all the lowdown, dirty tricks.
All day you let me offer you cigarettes...
and you don't even smoke them.
All right, McKay. Take a break. You've had it.
What gets me is how can he take it?
He doesn't crack. He doesn't break.
How can you sit in that chair hour after hour? How?
What did he say, Porter?
He says he got used to it sitting up watching late movies on television.
Listen, you knucklehead.
You're going to sing if I've to squeeze the words out of you.
Come on, are you gonna sing?
All right, sing.
Sit down.
Take it easy, Porter. Go join McKay. Come back later.
You don't seem to realize the seriousness of the charge.
You're being held on suspicion of murder...
and whether you cooperate or not, Henry...
by the time the District Attorney's office gets hold of you...
I'm gonna have an open and shut case for them.
Thirsty?
Hungry, too, I presume?
When you get ready to talk, we'll take care of you. Come on.
Maybe I'm getting soft, chief.
But that light. It's been burning on him for six hours.
It's pretty rough on the poor guy.
Don't let anybody in or out.
Lieutenant.
Father Mullahy.
- I thought I'd find you here. - What are we going to do?
We're going to get an assist from Bootsie.
From Bootsie?
I'm a star witness.
She was there when it happened. Hiding.
You mean she saw the whole thing?
- Everything. - But not Popsie.
He had nothing to do with it. It was someone else.
I'm gonna blow this case wide open.
Excuse us.
I'm Father Mullahy. We'd like to see Lt. Garvey, please.
- Who is it? - Bud Flick.
Mushie, I got your message.
What's on your mind?
$200,000, split two ways.
You and me. Sound interesting?
Very fascinating.
I got the dough stashed out at your Kiddyland.
I've got to blow town fast.
You go get it and bring it to me here.
This dough was stashed last night...
was that when the DA was shot?
Look, pal, don't start playing footsie with me.
Now, wait a minute. I haven't had much schooling.
But what I did learn was when two and two make four, don't fight it.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about the light that just struck me.
You killed Proctor.
Hey, what gives here?
Since when did you start paying attention to little details?
Since I put a beaver on my button and started looking for the bum...
who left Lou holding the bag.
I'll say this for you. You've got nerve.
Yeah, you'd have to look hard to find anybody more nervous than me.
I suppose you're going to the police with this?
I suppose you're not coming along with me...
wrapped, sealed and delivered?
Brother, you won't live long enough to lick the stamp.
The chandelier.
Why, you little crumb.
Mister, that's the worst aim I've ever seen.
Surprised?
Oh, now I get it.
Just see that you don't forget it, you double-crossing rat.
Now wait a minute. I've already forgot it.
Don't play dumb with us, Flick.
We have a tap on Mushie's wire.
We heard him call you.
So he called me. So what?
So you've got my $200,000 stashed somewhere in your Kiddyland.
So you figured to divvy it up and take a run-out powder.
Now, wait a minute, Big Frank.
The only thing I figured in the last 24 hours is a headache powder.
I wasn't born yesterday. If I didn't need one of you two...
to show me where the dough is hidden...
you would be lying in the same heap with Mushie.
Let me get this straight.
You shot Mushie instead of me...
because you needed one of us to lead you to the $200,000.
That's right.
And you're the one we picked.
Boy, have you made a mistake.
Come on.
Bootsie, let's start all over again.
You wanted to take a trip to Africa on the Choo-Choo...
so you went back to Kiddyland when you should have been in bed.
Yes, Chief.
I guess that's about the size of it.
Then you saw Mr. Henry.
And Mr. Flick.
And two other men.
And one of them shot the other.
I see.
Bootsie, you're very fond of Mr. Henry, aren't you?
Yes, Chief.
In fact, you'd do a lot to keep him out of trouble, wouldn't you?
You might even lie for him if you had to?
You're being unfair, Lieutenant.
Please, Father. Let me handle it my way, will you?
Bootsie, can you describe the man who did the shooting?
Yes, sir.
He was about eight feet high...
and had a mean face like a tiger.
Now, I want you to be very honest, and think carefully.
Have you ever been in a spaceship?
Oh, of course. Lots of times.
Been to Mars, too, I presume.
Only once.
Have you ever fought with a man-eating lion?
You want the truth, of course.
Of course.
I did, but the lion won the fight.
My hands were tied.
You want the truth, of course.
Of course.
I did, but the lion won the fight.
My hands were tied.
The child was obviously lying all the way.
Not obviously, but probably.
And I still think if there's any doubt...
Lou Henry should get the benefit of it.
You can't let him go. He's guilty.
We'd be harming ourselves.
On the contrary, I'm being purely selfish.
Release him, bird-dog him, let him lead us to Bud Flick.
I have a hunch if we find Bud Flick, we'll find the right story.
I'll have a case instead of fragments.
And I'd have a conviction.
You'd look awfully good.
All right, Garvey. Use the child's testimony as reason to free him on bail...
and let him go in the morning.
But remember, I'm looking for an airtight case...
a fool-proof conviction.
I want to hang Lou Henry.
Shelley.
Duffer.
I wonder where those kids...
A hundred times I told that parrot to shut the door behind him...
before he takes a walk.
"Dear Popsie...
"Duffer and I had to go with Miss Mayberry...
"but we're hoping it won't be for long.
"We're determined to give the Welfare Board...
"a bad time until they let us come home.
"Please try not to worry.
"We love you very much. Shelley and Duffer."
I'm not gonna let anything happen.
Nothing at all.
I'll tell them.
Oh, what's the use?
Wake up. Come on, shorty.
You're coming along with me.
Oh, you again?
Start acting smart, you won't know what trouble is.
I won't know what trouble is?
I was just accused of murder.
I just lost my kids.
And you're telling me that I won't know what trouble is.
Your trouble's just starting.
- Get moving. - Where are we going?
- Out. - Oh.
Where's Porter?
He's in the backyard. He's doing the fence detail.
What's new in the detective business?
Our plump little suspect has company.
Looks like we're settled for the evening.
Maybe not. Look.
We're proceeding on Beaumont going west.
McKay thinks he recognized Dutch Fleer, one of Big Frank's mob.
He's driving a '56 Mercury.
License number R-L-S-2-4-4.
Please tell Lt. Garvey to pick up our trail.
Savoldi.
That could be Big Frank's hideout down there.
Yeah. Now we're getting somewhere.
All right, he's coming.
Don't try anything.
- Bud! - Let him go.
Thank you.
Leave them alone. They might say something.
Bud, it's just been awful.
And don't try anything funny.
You know, they just let me out of jail. I'm free now.
Yes, it's true. They did.
I want to tell you something, Bud.
They took all the children. The Welfare Board's trying...
I'm all alone.
Yeah. I'm sorry.
I will. Yeah.
I'll do it.
I'm trying to help.
Here you are.
Here's a light.
I want to tell you, I'm really worried, Bud.
The Welfare Board and the cops had me down there. It was really tough.
Is it that tough here?
What did they do to you?
Oh, sure.
What did they do to you?
They did that?
No kidding?
Don't you realize, you fool, we're in danger?
These are desperate characters.
Wait a minute.
They are?
They're that dangerous?
I'm sorry.
What do you think you're doing?
His hands were loose, I was tightening them up.
Sit down.
Now start talking.
He don't know any more than I do.
If I did, I wouldn't tell, I'm no squealer.
You'll tell us.
This guy. He says the nastiest things.
He thinks we know where Mushie hid $200,000.
Well, do we?
Certainly not. Now don't you start any more trouble.
Everything's been going very smoothly.
One beating and three square meals a day.
Stop whispering.
Little fat man, do you know who I am?
I don't know who you are, but you're awful big.
My name is Frank, and I am big.
Yes, sir. You are big.
Frank. Big Frank?
See? He's pretty smart.
He was smart enough to clam up when they grilled him at headquarters.
Little fat man, your partner's got some information we want.
Maybe you got the information, too, since you were there when it happened.
- What happened? - When the DA was knocked off.
I was unconscious when it happened.
If it helps your memory, we could easily render you unconscious again.
You've got it all wrong, Big Frank. He's just naturally unconscious.
Thanks, Bud.
What's the matter, Flick? You afraid we might harm the little fat man?
No.
If it's all the same to you, sir. I'm worried.
You been protecting him right along.
I think maybe if we work him over a bit, you might loosen up.
- I've got nothing to say. - You got to say something.
You heard me, I've got nothing to say.
You got to say something.
All the time I've known you your mouth has been open...
and the words coming out.
You gotta say something or I'm not gonna leave here.
Now, Frank...
Mr. Big Frank, please...
Now...
Now are you ready to talk?
- What can I say? - Tell them I bruise easy.
Say something.
All right, I will. Stop hitting him.
Buddy Boy, it didn't work. Say something, will you?
What else is there to say?
Tell him anything.
- All right, I will. - What's the story?
- Once upon a time there were three bears. - Why you...
Shut up!
Three bears.
Why can't you tell them...
No, Big Frank, wait a minute.
I can't take anymore.
That's better.
I can't see my pal mauled around like that.
This is my bosom friend, my partner. A real pal.
He took me in when I needed it most, I can't stand this mauling around...
and beating him up like this.
I can't stand it.
I can't stand anymore of it. I can't.
Buddy Boy, I didn't know you felt like this. You're a good boy.
Stop the mushy stuff.
We'll tell you where the money is.
- Won't we, Lou? - Where is it?
Quit stalling, spill it.
Well, now, Mushie hid it awfully good.
To be exact with you, we have to...
take you down there and show you right where it is.
Am I right?
- But I don't know. - Shut up.
The money's in Kiddyland, like you said.
We can direct you right to it. Right?
- Well, I... - Shut up.
Right.
Okay, Flick. Have it your way. But one slip, and it's curtains.
That goes for you, too, little fat man.
Okay, untie him.
Cops outside. I spotted them about 200 yards down the highway.
Let's knock on it. Out the back way.
You guys better hurry.
- You, too, little fat man. - Excuse me.
- What are you doing? - I save string.
Get out of here.
So this is Big Frank's hideout.
Seems likely.
I'm sure we were following Dutch Fleer.
It begins to make sense.
I mean what Lou Henry told Proctor over the phone.
The First National job?
Let's move.
One of you boys must have put an ad in the paper.
They read you and ran. Come on.
We were standing right here...
when Mushie got the idea of hiding the dough.
Wait a minute. It's coming to me now.
Be quick, or we'll give you what's coming to you.
Stop interrupting, I'm trying to concentrate.
We were standing here.
We were walking in this direction.
- Hey, where we going? - I don't know...
- I'm only bluffing. - Suppose you run out of bluffs?
Oh, my! Oh, yes.
Excuse me.
Now, don't get impatient, Big Frank.
Wait a minute, we were going in the right direction in the first place.
Get in there.
Come on.
I think they're just stalling for another double-cross.
Why don't we blast them and tear the place apart?
Flick, my boys are getting impatient.
If you want this money, take it my way.
Your way better be quick.
You might not like it our way.
We walked in that door.
Then what did we do, Lou?
Whatever we did, we did it fast.
Yes, that's right.
Mushie Nolan walked over here...
and he put a half a dollar in that slot.
That was it. Wait a minute. I want to show you.
Here you are.
Here, put that in the slot.
Why should I do this? It's late at night. They'll take away my license.
Put it in the slot.
Now let me review this whole thing.
Now the night the DA was shot...
Wait a minute, who shot the DA?
Mushie Nolan.
He's got a brain like a sieve.
And why did he shoot the DA?
I don't know.
He doesn't know. You see what I mean?
You tell him, Frank.
Because he was nervous.
Because was carrying $200,000 in hot dough...
from the First National heist.
Do you mind repeating that?
Not at all.
I pulled off the First National caper.
Me and the boys knocked off Mushie Nolan because he got too smart.
And there are a couple of double-crossing rats right here...
who are about to get some more of the same.
Now take that record and break it in little pieces.
What for?
Shall I tell him, Flick?
Because there's enough moxie on that little disc to put us all on ice for keeps.
Only it's going to work the other way around.
You're the one who's gonna be put on ice.
You and the little fat man.
Now wait a minute. I'm not going to break that record.
That's all the evidence we have.
Smart thinking, little fat man.
Now, break that record before I part your hair down to your shoe tops.
Will you excuse me? Please.
Buddy, what do I do?
- Give him the record. - Thank you.
I will not.
Now, get that record.
Bud. Throw it to me.
Hey, Lou.
Grab him. Get that record. Shoot to kill.
And then I sneaked down here.
And then I heard gunshots.
Duffer.
Popsie's in trouble again. We've got to get help. Come on.
Did you hear that?
Yeah, came from over there.
They must be in here.
There he is.
Hey, Bud.
Throw it. Buddy Boy.
I'm empty.
I got one left.
Let's go in there and make sure I don't waste it.
Lou, come on.
Who knocked you down, pal? Who did it?
No one, pal, I was just resting. Give me that record.
Get in.
Here's the record. Now get lost.
On the Ferris wheel?
I saw this wheel move.
- How do you turn this on? - I don't know.
They're up there somewhere.
Get up there. Get him.
Pass.
Lou, pass.
You five get over there.
You five over there.
You five over here.
And you five now over there.
You take the shortcut. I'll head them off at the pass.
Okay, partner.
Hey, where's Pokey?
All right, Flick, come out of there.
All right, where are they? Where did they go? Tell me.
Reach for the sky.
Look kid, put that thing down, it's liable to go off...
Hey, Bud.
- $200,000. - Well, pick it up.
Come on. Get out of there.
Come on, children. Get up.
Big Frank, we've finally caught you with the goods.
You never would have...
if those two idiots hadn't made me put my confession on a record...
in front of witnesses.
Take them away, boys.
Come on, you people. Let's get going.
- Savoldi, start picking up this money. - Right, Chief.
You can start dishing out the reward, Captain.
I've got the evidence right here.
I captured Big Frank, so I'll take the money.
Buddy Boy, you're telling a big fib.
Shut your mouth. Didn't I lead the gang to where the money was hidden?
No, you didn't.
Popsie helped drop the chest on the mean men.
- And the money fell out. - Big mouth.
Give me that record. Hey, come on. I want to play the confession for you.
Wait till you hear this.
There's enough evidence on this record to hang the whole gang of them.
The wrong record.
- I'll go get the right record. - Wait a minute.
Forget about it. Big Frank has already made a confession.
Besides the kids seem to be having a pretty good time.
Here, Popsie, look what I found.
Oh, Pokey. You're a real good boy.
Golly, it sure is beautiful.
- It's good to be home. - It sure is.
Shelley, you know, you're lucky to have a father...
or maybe I should say a friend-father like Lou.
It's really funny, I don't know how to describe him to my friends.
He's a father, a brother, a mother, a friend. Well, he's everything.
Yes, I know. He's...
well, he's a...
I see what you mean.
Duffer, open that door.
Is that the way to treat a lady?
- Watch out. - You'll drop It.
- I never dropped anything in my life. - Oh, no?
What about the $10,000 you dropped to Big Frank and got Popsie in trouble?
Big mouth.
Out of the way, gang, here I come.
This is the first time I've seen you without your ukulele.
You're a beat behind, I'm getting with it, man.
Looks like we're all set.
Bud, my children and I deeply appreciate the reward money you and Lou gave us.
That's nothing.
The money couldn't have gone to a better cause, Father.
Lou insisted on adding a couple of extra rooms to the orphanage.
Yes, I know. He'd like to buy a hotel with a million rooms in it.
And have all of his little friends in it.
- Just like him. - Yeah.