Pushover

Need some help?

Maybe you've got the motor flooded.

What do I do about it?

Want me to try?

All right.

Shove over.

Did you like the show?

Yeah. How'd you know I was there?

I saw you.

Wondered why you were alone.

I wondered the same thing about you.

It doesn't seem to be flooded.

I'll take a look under the hood.

I don't know. I don't think you're getting any spark.

I'm not?

Not enough to start the car.

Any suggestions?

Yeah, I think you oughta have a mechanic look at it.

There's an all-night garage on Normandy.

You could call them from a bar over here.

All right.

I'd feel much better if you went with me.

That was the idea.

Another drink?

You could play the record again, though.

Okay.

-Oh. -Did you get it started?

I have to tow it into the shop, ma'am. I can't seem to locate the trouble.

How long'll that take?

It's hard to say. Could I call you here?

Bartender, what time do you close?

Twelve o'clock.

We don't get much late trade.

-Well, I guess we'll have to call you. -Okay.

Well...

Like to take me home?

Now?

Sure.

Your place or mine?

Surprise me.

Yeah.

Well, there's, uh, no particular hurry.

Well, why don't you check with the mechanic and call me back?

Hollywood 33449.

Right.

-Mind? -No, help yourself.

That was with plain water, wasn't it?

Uh-huh.

Sorry.

Sorry? For what?

Picking me up.

Is that what you call it, a pick-up?

Don't you?

You, uh, get picked up often?

Would you care?

If I said yes, it wouldn't make much sense, would it?

No.

I guess it wouldn't.

The answer's yes.

Would it make any sense if I told you it's never happened before?

Maybe.

Funny.

When I saw you come into the theatre tonight,

I... I thought how awful it was, the two of us there all alone.

It doesn't make sense. A girl like you,

new car, mink coat, perfume fifty bucks an ounce.

It's a hundred.

Still alone. Why?

Uh-uh. No questions. Don't spoil it.

Yeah?

How long will it take?

Wait a minute.

He says the distributor's shot.

Take a couple of hours, maybe longer, to fix it.

He wants to know where to deliver it.

You tell him.

You can deliver it here.

3916 Crescent Way, Apartment D.

Right.

We're doing the best we can.

After all, identifying Harry Wheeler as one of the men

who knocked off the bank was no break.

It was...

Yes, sir.

All right, sir, as soon as I get it.

What about you, Rick? Anything from St Louis?

Wheeler was there till five weeks ago. That's all we got.

Nothing on who he left with, why he left?

They're working on it.

About time you showed.

-Have you got anything for us? -Well, nothing definite, no.

What do you want? Another three days with her?

I didn't ask for the first three.

Okay, Paul, we've been drawing blanks here too.

You can have more time with her if you need it.

I'm satisfied she's Wheeler's girl.

Oh, Why?

Well, it seems to add up.

We spend a lot of time at my place, never at hers.

She obviously has a generous friend who's not around at the moment.

Last night, when I tried to take her to the Lombardy Club, she backed off.

What's the connection?

It's one of Wheeler's hangouts. You think that's enough to go on?

Don't you?

It'll have to do.

Harris, bring in that layout.

Oh, what about the girl?

I told her I was gonna be out of town for a while.

Oh, I got this from the bank yesterday. It's the official count.

Two hundred and ten grand, and no record of the serial numbers.

This is a layout of the building the girl lives in.

This is her apartment here.

We'll take over this one across the way.

Be sure you avoid contact with the rest of the tenants.

There'|| be two men in this room at all times,

one on the phone tap, the other at the window.

Another man will be in a lookout car out in front.

If Wheeler shows, the man in the lookout car phones upstairs,

and the other two will be ready for him when he steps out of the elevator.

-Sounds real simple. -It is.

If you ask me, Wheeler's halfway to Peru right now.

All that dough and a murder rap hanging over him?

Look, get it out of your head that Wheeler won't show.

This is all we've got to go on, and I want you expecting him.

Did you ever read the statistics on bank jobs, Paddy?

Ever hear of a heist man being picked up afterward

on a highway or international border?

They find them holed up in the big city,

and, seventy per cent of the time, there's a dame with them.

How about it, Paul? Think Wheeler'll be around?

Yeah, he'll be around.

Everything straight then?

How about those back doors? They kept locked?

They can't be opened from the outside.

You'll be in charge of the stakeout, Paul, and you know what I want.

-You want Wheeler. -I want him alive.

Remember that, all of you.

Dead, he can't tell us where the money is

or who his partner was.

Alive, he can save us a lot of dirty work.

-What watch will we take? -The important one.

I'm putting Briggs, Fine and Corrick on the day watch.

Doesn't figure that Wheeler will show up in daylight.

Well, I guess that's everything.

Pick yourself up a copy of this from Harris.

Paul.

Keep your eye on Paddy.

I'd like to see him get his pension, but he won't if he slips again.

Find Briggs and send him into me.

-Paul, Rick. -Hiya, boys.

-Been a long afternoon. -Anything doing?

She went out once. Briggs tailed her.

She took her car for a lube job.

-Might mean something. -She's waiting for someone all right.

Doesn't know what to do with herself.

Smoked a pack of cigarettes the past two hours.

-Coffee if you want it. -Thanks. All the comforts of home.

-She get any calls? -No. Everything's in the log there.

Have fun.

See ya. -At seven a.m.

"2:46, called in for..."

Hmm. For nothing.

-You got her? -Uh-huh.

What do you think?

You're right. He'll be around.

To me, she's still a babe like thirty million others.

Want me to take the phone?

No, I'll take it.

She's gonna make a call.

The time is 7:10 and forty seconds.

New car, mink coat, and no clocks in the joint.

-Probably the story of her life. -You just don't like women, Rick.

-What keeps you single? -Maybe I like 'em too much.

We've seen all kinds since we joined the force.

Big girls, hustlers, blackmailers, shoplifters, drunks.

You know, I think I'd still get married if I could find a half-honest woman.

Must be a few around.

Watch yourself. Those few might just be smarter.

What makes a dame like that tie up with a guy like Wheeler?

Money, what else?

She's scared...

Scared of being hungry and scared of being alone.

You can wrap up her whole life in that one word.

Money?

It's nice, but it doesn't make the world go round.

Doesn't it?

Do you know anybody that's happily married that hasn't got plenty of it?

My old man was, and he had to stand the wolf off all his life.

My folks hated each other, fighting all the time.

It's about the only thing I can remember about 'em.

One long, endless quarrel, and always about money.

Never about anything but money.

When I was a kid, I promised myself

that when I grew up I'd have plenty of dough.

Plenty of it.

I'm doing all right.

I owe the Chinaman two dollars and thirty cents on last week's laundry bill.

How'd we get onto this?