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-CHARLES! -GOOD MORNING, MRS. FOSTER.

I'VE GOT A LETTER FOR YOU.

IT'S FROM MR. EDWARDS.

ISAIAH? DO YOU MIND IF I TAKE A BREAK, NELS?

-NOT AT ALL. -THANK YOU.

-THANKS A LOT, MRS. FOSTER. -YOU'RE VERY WELCOME.

HOW'S THAT BOY OF HIS DOING IN SCHOOL?

HE SHOULD BE GRADUATING FROM COLLEGE ANY DAY NOW.

HE'S AN HONOR STUDENT. YOU OUGHT TO HEAR ISAIAH GO ON ABOUT HIM.

HE USUALLY WRITES 5 TIMES THIS MUCH.

WHAT'S WRONG, CHARLES?

HIS...

HIS BOY HAS BEEN KILLED.

OH, DEAR GOD.

IT WAS A-- AN ACCIDENT.

I HAVE TO GO, NELS.

I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT.

IT SEEMS LIKE ONLY YESTERDAY

THEY'D TAKE YOU AND JOHN FISHING.

REMEMBER HOW MAD HE USED TO GET AT YOU, HALF-PINT?

YOU ALWAYS CAUGHT THE BIGGEST FISH.

WHEN WILL YOU LEAVE FOR CHICAGO?

Charles: I'LL CHECK THE TRAIN SCHEDULES IN THE MORNING.

ISAIAH ASKED ME TO BE IN CHICAGO BY FRIDAY.

I'LL PROBABLY HAVE TO LEAVE SOMETIME EARLY TOMORROW.

SUCH A BAD TIME TO GO. I HAVE SO MUCH WORK HERE.

I CAN HANDLE IT FOR YOU.

MR. EDWARDS WILL NEED YOU THERE, PA.

I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT.

THAT BOY WAS THE WHOLE WORLD TO HIM.

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

Isaiah: CHARLES!

I'M SORRY I'M SO LATE.

I ONLY GOT HERE ABOUT AN HOUR AGO MYSELF.

TOOK THE TROUBLE TO GET US A ROOM

A COUPLE OF BLOCKS FROM HERE.

LET'S GO.

WANT SOME TO TAKE AWAY THE CHILL?

NO, THANKS.

RIGHT. IT'S BEEN SO LONG, I ALMOST FORGOT.

TEETOTALING.

"DEEPLY REGRET I MUST INFORM YOU

"THAT JOHN SANDERSON JR.

"WAS KILLED IN A STREET ACCIDENT

"10:30 P.M. TODAY.

"PLEASE CONTACT ME OR MERCY HOSPITAL

FOR ADDITIONAL INFORMATION."

"T. CALLAHAN."

WHO IS THIS CALLAHAN?

THE MAN FROM THE PAPER.

JOHN WORKED THERE AFTER CLASSES.

PAID HIS WAY, THAT BOY.

HAVE YOU TALKED TO CALLAHAN?

NO.

NO, I FIGURED WE COULD DO THAT

FIRST THING IN THE MORNING...

THEN MAKE ARRANGEMENTS TO BRING JOHN'S BODY HOME.

Charles: YOU OUGHT TO GET SOME SLEEP.

DAMN. HE WAS A FINE BOY!

[SOBS]

Driver: GET BACK, YOU FOOL!

DO YOU WANT TO GET KILLED?

MR. CALLAHAN?

WHO MIGHT YOU BE?

I'M CHARLES INGALLS. THIS IS ISAIAH EDWARDS.

I'M SORRY I HAD TO BE THE ONE TO BREAK THE NEWS.

I HAVE SOME QUESTIONS.

AT LEAST A HUNDRED, I EXPECT.

IT'S MY LUNCHTIME. WILL YOU GENTLEMEN JOIN ME?

MR. CALLAHAN! PAGE ONE PROOF!

I COUNTED 11 TYPOS,

AND THAT WAS JUST THE FAST LOOK.

LATER. GENTLEMEN.

BUT THE BULLDOG EDITION ROLLS IN 20 MINUTES!

-I'M GOING TO LUNCH. -LUNCH?

YOU HEARD ME.

YOU GOT PROBLEMS, FIX IT.

BEST ROAST BEEF IN TOWN!

YOU'RE ABOUT FOUR HOURS EARLY, MR. T.

-HAVE YOU TAKEN THE DAY OFF? -3 WHISKIES.

FRIEND HERE DOESN'T USE IT.

3 WHISKIES.

TO A BETTER DAY.

JOHNNY WAS A FINE BOY.

CLEAN AND DECENT, EAGER AND HARD-WORKING.

AND HE HAD BETTER NEWSPAPER INSTINCTS

THAN ANY BOY I'VE EVER HIRED.

I PUT HIM ON AS A COPY BOY.

NEXT THING, HE WANTED TO BE A REPORTER.

EVERY MORNING, HE'D HAVE A STORY ON MY DESK.

NOTHING I COULD USE,

BUT WRITTEN SO THE WORDS

CAME OFF THE PAPER SINGING.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN?

THE RAIN AND THE DARK ON WEST O'BRIEN STREET.

BREWERY A HALF BLOCK AWAY.

BAR WAGONS COMING AND GOING ALL NIGHT LONG.

THE DRIVER NEVER SAW JOHNNY.

WE LOVED JOHNNY.

NOT JUST ME, BUT...

ALL OF US.

HE WAS SO GOOD. SO MUCH TO GIVE.

HE WOULD'VE HAD HIS OWN BYLINE IN 6 MONTHS,

MAYBE SOONER.

HOW DO I FIND THIS DRIVER?

THE BREWERY'S 6 BLOCKS STRAIGHT DOWN THE STREET.

WORKS THE NIGHT SHIFT.

STARTS AT 7:00.

WHAT'S HIS NAME?

JACOB SCHULTZ. NAME'S ON THAT PAPER.

IF HE DRINKS WHAT HE HAULS,

MAYBE THAT'S WHY HE DIDN'T SEE JOHN JR.

I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL, MR. EDWARDS.

NO, YOU DON'T.

MORTICIAN'S NAME AND ADDRESS. YOU'LL NEED THAT.

AN HONEST MAN.

AND THE ROOMING HOUSE WHERE JOHNNY LIVED.

I SENT HIM TO MRS. BAXTER

BECAUSE SHE COULD COOK FOR THE ANGELS.

SHE LOVED JOHNNY LIKE HE WAS HER OWN.

AND THIS...

THE THINGS THAT WERE IN JOHNNY'S POCKETS.

I GOT THEM FOR YOU FROM THE POLICE.

JOE, ANOTHER ONE!

RIGHT, MR. T.

THANK YOU, LAD.

SAID IT HAD 11 TYPOS.

STILL GOT 4.

MY AUNT'S CAT COULD DO BETTER!

IF YOU SEE ALEX HILL BEFORE I DO,

TELL HIM HE'S FIRED.

I EXPECT YOU GENTLEMEN WILL BE GOING HOME IN THE MORNING.

IF YOU NEED ME, YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME.

AGAIN, I'M SORRY FOR YOUR TROUBLES.

BEST NEWSPAPER MAN IN THIS OR ANY OTHER TOWN.

A LITTLE TOUGH ON HIS HIRED HELP, ISN'T HE?

Joe: YOU MEAN THE MAN HE FIRED?

[LAUGHS] THINK NOTHING OF IT.

THAT'S THE FIFTH TIME HE'S FIRED HIM THIS MONTH.

[LAUGHS]

FINE WHISKEY. BE A SIN TO LET IT GO TO WASTE.

Mortician: I THINK YOU'LL FIND THAT'S EVERYTHING,

AND IN PROPER ORDER.

NOW, IF YOU'LL GIVE ME YOUR DEPARTURE TIME,

WE'LL SEE TO IT THAT YOUR SON'S CASKET

IS PLACED ABOARD THE TRAIN.

RAILROAD REGULATIONS REQUIRE THAT ONE OF YOU

RIDE WITH HIM IN THE BAGGAGE CAR.

YES, WE WERE TOLD.

WHAT DO I OWE YOU?

NOTHING. THE BILL'S BEEN PAID IN FULL.

WHO?

T. CALLAHAN.

WHY WOULD HE WANT TO DO THAT?

WELL, T. CALLAHAN'S THE KIND OF PERSON

THAT WE'D ALL LIKE TO BE.

IF YOU DOUBT ME, ASK THE FIRST HUNDRED PEOPLE YOU MEET ON THE STREET.

WE'LL LET YOU KNOW ABOUT THE TRAIN.

AND THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

Charles: ISAIAH?

[DOORBELL RINGING]

-YES? -MRS. BAXTER?

ISAIAH.

YOU HAVE TO BE ISAIAH EDWARDS, JOHN JR.'S FATHER.

HE TALKED OF YOU SO MUCH,

I'D HAVE KNOWN YOU ANYWHERE.

WELL, COME IN, COME IN.

Isaiah: THIS IS CHARLES INGALLS.

CHARLES INGALLS, MARY'S FATHER.

OH, HE SPOKE ABOUT YOU, TOO.

YOU AND MARY, AND CAROLINE, YOUR WIFE,

AND YOUR LITTLE ONES.

Charles: YES, MA'AM.

WON'T YOU HAVE A SEAT?

NOW, KETTLE'S ON THE FIRE. NICE HOT TEA IN A MINUTE.

AND THEN I'LL SHOW YOU HIS ROOM

AND HIS THINGS.

WE HAVEN'T GOT MUCH TIME, MRS. BAXTER.

WE HAVE ANOTHER MAN TO SEE.

WHY, MR. CALLAHAN WOULD NEVER FORGIVE ME

IF I LET YOU GO WANDERING OFF IN THE RAIN

WITHOUT TEA.

NOW, IT'LL JUST BE A MOMENT.

Mrs. Baxter: JOHNNY'S PRIDE AND JOY, HIS TYPEWRITER.

MR. CALLAHAN GAVE IT TO HIM.

A GIFT TO THE NEWSPAPER FROM THE MANUFACTURER.

JOHNNY COULD WRITE FASTER WITH IT

THAN HE COULD WITH A PENCIL.

MA'AM...

YOU TOOK REAL GOOD CARE OF JOHN, JR...

AND FOR THAT, I DEARLY THANK YOU.

I'LL SEND FOR HIS THINGS.

[THUNDER]

Charles: EXCUSE ME.

WE'RE LOOKING FOR A JAKE SCHULTZ.

JAKE SCHULTZ? THAT'S ME.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

YOU RAN OVER MY SON. KILLED HIM.

OH, JA.

WORST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

THE RAIN WAS COMING DOWN.

A BLACK NIGHT.

I NEVER SEEN A THING UNTIL THE HORSES SHIED.

IT WAS TOO LATE THEN.

WHY DIDN'T YOU SEE HIM?

CLIMB UP ON THE WAGON SEAT

AND LOOK FOR YOURSELF.

A FOUR-UP IN FRONT OF YOU, ALL OF THEM WANTING TO GO,

KNOWING THE ROUTE BETTER THAN ME.

I SWEAR TO YOU.

THERE WAS JUST A BUMP WHEN THE WHEELS HIT.

I WAS THE SICKEST MAN IN ALL CHICAGO.

Man: 'TIS THE TRUTH.

HE WAS SICK INDEED.

I CARRIED HIM MYSELF TO MERCY HOSPITAL,

BUT IT WAS TOO LATE.

THE MUD FROM YOUR DITCH ALL OVER THE STREET.

NO WONDER THE BOY SLIPPED UND FELL.

I DIDN'T MAKE THE RAIN.

IF PRAYERS WOULD BRING HIM BACK,

HE WOULD BE HERE NOW.

Man: IF IT'S NOT GREAT TROUBLE,

COULD YOU DROP A HALF A KEG FOR MY BOYS?

WORKING THE WAY THEY DO IN THIS KIND OF WEATHER,

THEY CAN USE IT.

TALK TO THE BOSS.

WHERE DID IT HAPPEN?

HALF A BLOCK.

AGAINST THE CURB.

ON YOUR RIGHT.

Schultz: AH, MISTER.

IF YOU HAVE TIME TO SPARE,

I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE--YOU HAVE A MEAL WITH US.

MY MISSUS UND MY 7.

THEN YOU WILL KNOW THAT I AM NOT ONE

TO BE RUNNING DOWN YOUNG FOLKS.

YOU!

GET BACK TO WORK!

IS THIS ABOUT WHERE IT HAPPENED?

YEAH, I GUESS.

[SALOON MUSIC]

BE RIGHT BACK.

THERE'S TIMES WHEN A MAN...

DON'T LECTURE ME, CHARLES. I HEARD THEM ALL.

Isaiah: CHARLES, LOOK!

WHAT IS IT?

IT'S JOHN'S WATCH.

ARE YOU SURE?

OF COURSE I'M SURE. IT WAS HIS GOING-AWAY PRESENT.

OPEN UP!

Isaiah: OPEN UP!

GET AWAY FROM HERE OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE.

Charles: OPEN IT!

I TOLD YOU, I'LL CALL THE POLICE.

-WHERE'D YOU GET THIS? -I'M WARNING YOU, GET OUT!

I SAID, WHERE'D YOU GET THIS?

I BOUGHT IT.

NO, I BOUGHT IT FOR MY SON.

AND HE'D NEVER SELL IT!

NOW, I WANT YOU TO TELL ME WHO SOLD IT TO YOU?

I DON'T KNOW.

ONE WATCH LOOKS LIKE ANOTHER.

LISTEN, THIS IS MY SON'S WATCH.

AND I WANT TO KNOW WHO SOLD IT TO YOU.

I AM A MERCHANT, MISTER.

18 HOURS A DAY I STAND HERE.

I BUY, I SELL.

SOMEBODY OFFERS ME SOMETHING,

IF THE PRICE IS RIGHT, I'LL BUY.

FACES--WHO LOOKS AT FACES?

YOU LISTEN, I WANT TO KNOW.

IF YOU KEEP LYING TO ME, I'M GONNA PUNCH YOU RIGHT--

-ISAIAH! - ANOTHER STEP AND I'LL SHOOT!

YOU ANSWER ME!

I SWEAR I DON'T REMEMBER!

THAT'S ENOUGH, ISAIAH.

COME ON.

COME ON.

IT'S JOHNNY'S, SURE ENOUGH, HIS PROUDEST POSSESSION.

YOU BOUGHT IT AT A PAWN SHOP?

TOOK IT.

THE PAWNBROKER LET US TAKE IT.

IT PROVES HE KNOWS IT WAS STOLEN.

OR THE TWO OF YOU SCARED HIM SILLY.

HE WASN'T THAT SCARED. HE HELD A GUN.

WHERE IS THIS PAWNSHOP?

ABOUT A BLOCK FROM THE BREWERY

RIGHT WHERE JOHNNY WAS KILLED.

A LOVELY NEIGHBORHOOD.

SALOONS, FANCY HOUSES,

PAWNBROKERS, THE MACHINERY BOYS...

YOU NAME IT, THEY'LL GET IT FOR YOU IN THE MORNING.

NEAR THE BREWERY...

HAS TO BE EITHER ROSIE ROSENTHAL'S,

ISAAC ABRAMS, OR JACK GOLDEN.

JACK GOLDEN. THAT'S THE NAME.

T. Callahan: 12 GAUGE. KEEPS IT UNDER THE COUNTER.

IT'S A GOOD THING YOU GUYS STARTED WALKING.

HE'S USED IT BEFORE.

-COPY! -YES, SIR.

ASK MR. HILL TO FINISH THIS FOR ME. I'VE GOT BUSINESS ELSEWHERE.

-YES, SIR. -GENTLEMEN, IF YOU'D FOLLOW ME, PLEASE.

Golden: I AM AN HONEST MERCHANT.

WHY DO YOU BRING BRING ME TROUBLE?

3 CENTS ON THE DOLLAR, AND YOU'D DO WELL TO GET THAT.

GO HOME, MR. CALLAHAN. YOU'RE DRUNK AGAIN.

IT'LL BE ON PAGE ONE OF "THE EXPRESS" TOMORROW.

"JACK GOLDEN-- THIEF, FENCE.

"THE MAN WHO'D BUY THE DEPOT STOVE

"WHEN IT'S STILL HOT ENOUGH TO FRY YOUR HANDS,

AND WATCHES STOLEN FROM THE POCKETS OF THE DEAD."

NOT ME, MR. T.

Callahan: WHO SOLD IT TO YOU?

Golden: LIKE I TOLD THESE GENTLEMEN,

WHO LOOKS AT FACES?

YOU DO. YOU GET THEIR NAMES IN YOUR BOOK

JUST IN CASE THE POLICE WANT TO LOOK.

TROUBLE. TROUBLE!

THESE DAYS, A BUSINESSMAN

CAN'T MAKE AN HONEST DOLLAR.

WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT AN HONEST DOLLAR?

"JOHN SMITH."

"JOHN SMITH,

"JANE JONES,

"B. JONES, RYAN O'CONNOR"--

THERE'S A STRANGER IN A NEST OF SNAKES.

B. JONES,

SOLD YOU A WATCH THE DAY JOHNNY DIED.

B. JONES AGAIN. AGAIN.

BUSY FELLOW, MR. JONES.

7 SALES IN TWO DAYS.

SOME PEOPLE NEED MONEY.

"WATCH, KNIFE, GUITAR, MISCELLANEOUS."

SOLD YOU EVERYTHING

BUT THE COURTHOUSE CLOCK.

WHO IS HE?

UH...BLACK KID.

JONES IS ALL I KNOW.

THEN WE'LL BE BIDDING YOU GOOD NIGHT, MR. GOLDEN.

BUT I'LL BE TAKING THIS ALONG WITH ME.

THERE'S A DETECTIVE SERGEANT I KNOW

THAT WOULD ENJOY LOOKING AT IT

AFTER "THE EXPRESS" IS THROUGH.

ALL RIGHT. WE KNOW SOME BLACK KID

IS USING THE NAME B. JONES

TOOK THE WATCH OFF YOUR SON'S BODY.

MAYBE HE SAW WHAT HAPPENED.

WE KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.

IF HE WAS YOUR SON, WOULDN'T YOU WANT TO KNOW FOR SURE?

WELL, I GUESS I WOULD.

ALL RIGHT. YOU LEAVE THE REST TO ME.

NO, NO, IF YOU THINK I'M GOING TO--

LOOK, DO ME THE COURTESY TO LISTEN, MR. EDWARDS.

JOHNNY WAS YOUR SON,

BUT YOU AND MR. INGALLS ARE FARMERS FROM MINNESOTA.

IN YOUR COUNTRY, I'D BE TOTALLY LOST,

NOT KNOWING WHICH ONE OF THE HORSES TO TIE THE PLOW TO.

IN MY TOWN, YOU COULDN'T EVEN FIND THE HORSE.

I KNOW WHERE TO LOOK AND WHAT TO LOOK FOR.

AND IF I CAN'T FIND IT,

I CAN WHISTLE UP 20 REPORTERS TO GIVE ME A HAND.

THERE'S GOT TO BE SOMETHING WE CAN DO.

Callahan: THERE IS.

GO GET YOURSELVES SUPPER AND A NICE REST.

SEE ME IN THE MORNING AT THE OFFICE.

GOOD NIGHT, GENTLEMEN.

[EXCITED CHATTER IN SALOON]

-WHERE'S MR. CALLAHAN? -MERCY HOSPITAL.

Isaiah: WHAT HAPPENED?

POLICE FOUND HIM EARLY THIS MORNING.

CONCUSSION, MULTIPLE BRUISES, POSSIBLE FRACTURE,

UNCONSCIOUS...

AMBULANCE DRIVER DIDN'T THINK HE WAS GONNA MAKE IT.

BUT THE DOCTOR SAYS HE'S GOT A HEAD HARDER THAN AN ANVIL.

I WAS HOPING YOU COULD TELL US WHAT HAPPENED.

WE GOT NO IDEA. HOW DO WE GET TO MERCY HOSPITAL?

QUICKEST WAY, GRAB A CAB.

MR. CALLAHAN. HOW IS HE?

AS GOOD AS CAN BE EXPECTED. BETTER.

BUT NO VISITORS.

IF WE DON'T TALK. JUST SIT WITH AN OLD FRIEND.

HE CAN'T TALK-- CONCUSSION.

LET US JUST LOOK IN, AND NOT A WHISPER OUT OF US.

3 OR 4 MINUTES, NO MORE.

AND NO TALKING.

OUR WORD ON THAT.

HE WRITES EVERYTHING DOWN.

I'M GOING TO CHECK HIS CLOTHES.

"B.J."

Charles: THAT'S GOT TO BE B. JONES.

YEAH.

1021 EAST 43rd STREET.

LET'S GO.

Charles: OH, EXCUSE ME.

CAN YOU TELL US WHERE 1021 IS?

IT'S RIGHT OVER THERE.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

Isaiah: DOES B.J. JONES LIVE HERE?

NO JONES IN THIS BUILDING.

-I THANK YOU, MA'AM. -THERE'S A B.J. JACKSON.

ARE SURE YOU GOT THE RIGHT LAST NAME?

NO, MA'AM. WE'RE NOT SURE.

Woman: WELL, I'M BESSIE JANE.

I THINK IT'S BOBBY JOE YOU'RE LOOKING FOR.

Charles: YES, MA'AM.

WHAT ABOUT?

WE JUST WANTED TO TALK TO HIM...ABOUT A JOB.

OH, I'M AFRAID YOU MISSED HIM.

HE'S GETS UP AND GONE EARLY,

AND WORKS UNTIL REAL LATE AT NIGHT.

WON'T YOU GENTLEMEN COME IN?

WE DON'T HAVE MANY VISITORS ANYMORE.

WE'D LIKE TO VERY MUCH, MA'AM,

BUT IT'S VERY IMPORTANT WE TALK TO B.J.

COULD YOU JUST TELL US WHERE HE WORKS?

OH, IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A WORKER,

HE'S A FINE ONE.

HE'S A GOOD PROVIDER.

WE COULDN'T DO BETTER.

MA'AM, IT'S REALLY IMPORTANT

THAT WE GET IN TOUCH WITH HIM.

COULD YOU TELL US WHERE HE WORKS?

OH, HE WORKS ALL OVER THE PLACE.

MY GRANDSON DON'T LET NO GRASS GROW UNDER HIS FEET.

HE SAYS HE'S GOING TO BUY US A HOME,

WHERE I CAN HAVE A GARDEN AND FLOWERS.

OF COURSE, I TEND TO THESE WINDOW BOXES, BUT AIN'T THE SAME.

WE UNDERSTAND, MA'AM.

IF YOU COULD JUST THINK OF A NAME,

WHERE HE WORKS. IT'S AWFULLY IMPORTANT WE TALK TO HIM.

I DON'T RIGHTLY KNOW A PLACE.

BUT THERE'S A...

A MR. DRUM-- DRUMMOND,

THAT HE'S TERRIBLY FOND OF.

HE SAYS HE'S THE BEST WORKER HE EVER HAD.

DRUMMOND CONSTRUCTION?

THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!

YES, DRUMMOND CONSTRUCTION, AS I RECALL.

THANK YOU, MA'AM, YOU'VE BEEN A BIG HELP.

Bessie Jane: OH, IF YOU SEE MY B.J.,

YOU TELL HIM TO GET HOME EARLY.

'CAUSE WE'RE GOING TO HAVE BUTTER BEANS FOR SUPPER.

YOU GENTLEMEN ARE WELCOME TO JOIN US.

WE JUST MAY DO THAT, MA'AM.

-THANK YOU. -THANK YOU.

CHARLES.

THAT'S GOT TO BE HIM.

JUST TAKE IT EASY.

YEAH, I'LL TAKE IT EASY.

EXCUSE ME. YOUR NAME JACKSON?

WE'RE TALKING TO YOU. IS YOUR NAME JACKSON?

NO, SIR, THOMAS.

WILLIAM THOMAS.

YOU SURE?

WELL, SAME AS MY DADDY

AND HIS DADDY BEFORE HIM.

WE'RE LOOKING FOR A MAN NAMED JACKSON.

WE WERE TOLD HE WORKED HERE.

JACKSON.

OH, Y'ALL MUST MEAN B.J.

YEAH. THAT'S RIGHT.

YEAH, WELL, HE'S A GOOD MAN, ALL RIGHT.

HE ALWAYS BUTTERS THE BUCKET.

-WHAT? -THE BEER PAIL.

HE BUTTERS THE TOP SO WE DON'T PAY FOR HALF FOAM.

WHERE DO WE FIND HIM?

HE WENT OUT FOR SANDWICHES A WHILE AGO.

I RECKON HE'LL BE BACK ANYTIME NOW.

Man: HEY, B.J., THIS IS LIVERWURST.

I ASKED FOR BOLOGNA.

ALL THEY HAD LEFT, SIR.

I GOT YOU DOUBLE SLICES.

THAT'S YOUR MAN.

HEY, YOU! JACKSON!

YOU CUT HIM OFF! THERE!

LET ME GO! LET ME GO!

Charles: JUST TAKE IT EASY!

B.J.: LET ME GO!

I DON'T KNOW NOTHING!

DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ANYTHING!

DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS WATCH?

ANSWER ME!

YOU AIN'T COPPERS. I DON'T HAVE TO SAY.

I DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT A WATCH!

ALL RIGHT. WE'RE NOT POLICE. WE COULD TAKE YOU HOME.

MAYBE YOU'D LIKE TO ANSWER SOME OF THESE QUESTIONS

IN FRONT OF YOUR GRANDMA.

YOU LEAVE GRANDMA BESSIE OUT OF THIS!

LISTEN, THIS WAS MY SON'S WATCH.

WE KNOW YOU SOLD IT.

WHERE DID YOU GET IT?

Charles: LOOK, B. JONES SOLD A LOT OF OTHER THINGS TO MR. GOLDEN.

MAYBE YOU'D LIKE TO TELL YOUR GRANDMA ABOUT THOSE THINGS, TOO.

IT WAS JUST LYING THERE IN THE RAIN.

HE DIDN'T HAVE NO USE FOR IT.

YOU MEAN, YOU PICKED IT UP AFTER THE ACCIDENT?

DON'T KNOW ABOUT NO ACCIDENT.

BUT SOMEBODY HIT HIM AWFUL HARD.

SOMEBODY? YOU DIDN'T SEE THE BREWERY WAGON?

THE ALLEY BY O'BRIEN STREET IS

TOO NARROW FOR A BREWERY WAGON, MISTER.

Charles: ALLEY?

JOHN, JR. WAS KILLED IN THE STREET.

WELL, HE DIDN'T WALK THERE.

HE WAS DEAD WHEN I TOOK THE WATCH.

IT WAS DARK AND RAINY, AND I COULDN'T SEE.

COME ON. THERE'S SOMEBODY ELSE I WANT YOU TO TELL THIS STORY TO.

Isaiah: WHAT I'M SAYING, MR. CALLAHAN, IS THERE

WAS WITNESSES TO THAT ACCIDENT.

HE SWORE TO IT.

YOU SHOWED US THE POLICE REPORTS.

NOW, WHAT I'M SAYING IS, EITHER THEM WITNESSES ARE LYING

OR THIS BOY IS.

THE BOY'S TELLING YOU THE TRUTH.

CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?

OK, WHAT ABOUT THE WITNESSES, THEN?

Callahan: I DON'T KNOW.

I MEAN, YOU TALKED TO THE BREWERY DRIVER.

YOU THINK HE WAS LYING TO YOU?

NO, SIR. BUT HE NEVER SAW JOHN,

HE SAID SO. NOT TILL AFTER.

SON, THIS MAN YOU SAW...

BIG, YOU SAY?

YES, SIR.

BUT YOU COULDN'T SEE HIS FACE?

NO, SIR.

BUT YOU MUST SEEN SOMETHING.

I MEAN, YOU KNEW IT WAS A MAN, NOT A COW.

JUST A MAN IN THE RAIN.

IN THE RAIN?

DID HE HAVE A HAT?

A RAIN HAT.

AND A COAT,

SORT OF LIKE HIS?

B.J.: LONGER.

Callahan: LIKE A SLICKER?

MAYBE BOOTS?

YES, SIR.

MR. JACKSON, FOR A YOUNG MAN WHO

ONLY GOT ONE QUICK LOOK AT SOMEBODY IN THE RAIN,

I'D SAY YOU'RE VERY OBSERVANT.

HAND ME MY PANTS, IF YOU WOULD, PLEASE, MR. EDWARDS,

AND MY COAT.

MR. CALLAHAN, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?

I'M GOING BACK TO WORK, MY LOVE.

OH, YOU CAN'T JUST WALK OUT OF HERE.

YOU'RE MY RESPONSIBILITY.

AND I'LL BE HOLDING YOU TO THAT, MOLLY.

YOUR DAYS OFF ARE NEXT TUESDAY AND WEDNESDAY.

I THINK A NICE PICNIC IN THE PARK

WITH A COLD BOTTLE OF WINE

WILL BE JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED.

-MR. CALLAHAN. -T., MY DARLING.

NOW, IF YOU DON'T WISH TO BE EMBARRASSED,

I THINK YOU SHOULD BE TURNING YOUR BACK.

COPY...

GO TELL MRS. HARRIS DOWN AT THE MORGUE I WANT TO SEE HER IMMEDIATELY.

YES, SIR.

-DID YOU SEE THAT? -YES, SIR!

GOOD. I'M GOING TO MAKE AN HONEST MAN OUT OF YOU.

NOW, THIS $5.00 IS YOUR FIRST WEEK'S PAY.

NOW, TO EARN IT, YOU'RE GOING TO PLACE YOUR BEHIND

ON THAT BENCH OVER THERE,

AND IF YOU HEAR ANYONE YELL "COPY,"

YOU'RE GOING TO COME A-RUNNING, AND YOU'RE GOING TO DO

EXACTLY AS THEY TELL YOU, OK?

YES, SIR!

IF I EVER SO MUCH AS EVER HEAR YOU STEAL ANYTHING AGAIN,

EVEN A BROKEN PENCIL,

YOUR BRITCHES WON'T HOLD SPIT.

YOU GOT MY MEANING?

YES, SIR! THANK YOU, SIR.

ANYTHING THAT FIRES MY IRISH IS NOT SO MUCH ACTING STUPID,

AS ALLOWING MYSELF TO BE PLAYED FOR A FOOL!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, LETTING THEM FELLAS JUMP YOU?

Callahan: NO, NO. IT'S NOT THE FIRST TIME

I'VE TAKEN A LUMP ON THE HEAD IN THE DARK.

IT'S FOR NOT REALIZING IT'S FOR THE SAME REASON POOR JOHNNY DIED.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

MR. CALLAHAN!

IT IS NOT CUSTOMARY THAT I BE SUMMONED

FROM MY FILES BY A COPY BOY.

AH, MRS. HARRIS, MY APOLOGIES BY THE THOUSANDS.

NOW, GET THIS CLEARLY.

I'M A TIRED MAN, AND I'M LOSING MY PATIENCE.

I WANT EVERYTHING FROM THE MORGUE,

EVERY LOW BID ON CONTRACTS

PUT OUT BY ALDERMAN HENDRICKS TO THE SEVENTH WARD.

ALDERMAN HENDRICKS HAS BEEN IN OFFICE SINCE I WAS A LITTLE GIRL.

A LONG TIME, YES.

I PARTICULARLY WANT THE NOTICES ON THE LOW BID

AWARDED TO MR. DRUMMOND OF THE DRUMMOND CONSTRUCTION.

HOW FAR BACK DO YOU WANT TO GO?

IF YOU REACH THE EXTRA WE PUT OUT

ON THE LANDING OF THE "MAYFLOWER," THAT WOULD BE FINE.

NOW GO!

AND SEND THEM UP AS YOU GET THEM!

WHAT DOES IT MEAN, ALL THIS?

IF MY SUSPICIONS ARE CORRECT,

I THINK YOUR BOY JOHNNY WAS IN A MAN'S JOB,

A NEWSPAPERMAN'S JOB.

HE DIED FOR IT.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

I GAVE JOHNNY AN ASSIGNMENT.

NOTHING IMPORTANT, JUST HUMAN INTEREST.

I WANTED HIM TO FIND OUT HOW THE RESIDENTS ALONG O'BRIEN STREET FELT

ABOUT HAVING THEIR PAVEMENTS RIPPED UP EVERY OTHER WEEK.

I GUESS JOHNNY CHECKED AROUND AND STUMBLED ON MORE THAN JUST HUMAN INTEREST.

I THINK HE STUMBLED ON GRAFT.

AND THEY'D KILL HIM FOR THAT?

IF THERE WAS ENOUGH MONEY INVOLVED, THEY WOULD.

WHO'S THEY?

MY GUESS IS DRUMMOND CONSTRUCTION.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

ANNIE, HOLD ALL CALLS.

WHY WOULD THEY KILL JOHN? HE WAS JUST A BOY.

FOR THE SAME REASON I GOT MY LUMPS

WHEN I STARTED ASKING QUESTIONS DOWN ON O'BRIEN STREET.

I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN SOMETHING WAS WRONG

WHEN THEY DIDN'T FIND JOHNNY'S NOTEBOOK IN HIS EFFECTS.

THAT BOY WAS A DEMON FOR NOTES.

CAN YOU BE CERTAIN OF THIS?

Callahan: WELL, I CAN BE CERTAIN OF ONE THING.

JOHNNY DIED IN THAT ALLEY.

SOMEBODY DRAGGED HIS BODY OUT INTO THE STREET.

THERE HAS TO BE A REASON.

THIS IS THE FIRST BATCH.

THE NOTICES ARE MARKED.

OH, AND MRS. HARRIS SAYS THERE'LL BE LOTS MORE COMING.

THE REASON'S IN HERE.

NAMES ARE DRUMMOND AND HENDRICKS.

LET'S GO TO WORK.

MR. DRUMMOND!

[CAT SCREECHES]

AH, T. CALLAHAN.

WHAT BRINGS YOU BACK DOWN OUR WAY?

Callahan: NEED THE ANSWERS TO A FEW QUESTIONS.

I READ WHERE YOU WERE STOVE IN A BIT.

THAT'S WHAT I WANTED TO ASK YOU ABOUT.

WAS IT YOU OR SOME OF YOUR LADS WAYLAID ME EVENING BEFORE LAST?

SURELY YOU'RE JOKING.

Charles: OVER $200,000 A YEAR IN CONSTRUCTION CONTRACTS

DOESN'T SOUND LIKE A JOKE,

ESPECIALLY FOR DIGGING DITCHES.

T., WHO IS THIS GENTLEMAN?

PERHAPS YOU SHOULD EXPLAIN TO HIM.

NO, YOU'RE THE ONE THAT'S GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO.

Callahan: YOU SEE, DRUMMOND,

THIS GENTLEMAN IS THE BOY'S FATHER.

THE BOY THAT STAYED UP NIGHTS WATCHING WHAT YOU WERE DOING DOWN HERE

AND ASKING QUESTIONS WHY YOU WERE LAYING SEWER PIPES

AND FIXING STREETS THAT DIDN'T NEED FIXING.

CALLAHAN, I DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN TO YOU

THAT ALL I HAVE TO DO IS CALL DOWNTOWN--

Callahan: OH, ALDERMAN HENDRICKS, YES.

I HAVE A FEW QUESTIONS FOR HIM ALSO.

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND KILL SUCH A FINE BOY AS JOHNNY?

I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

WELL, I DO.

I'VE GOT A WITNESS.

B.J.!

THIS IS THE MAN YOU SAW KILL JOHNNY?

SAME COAT, SAME SIZE.

COME ON, CALLAHAN.

"SAME COAT, SAME SIZE."

THAT WON'T HOLD UP IN COURT AND YOU KNOW IT.

BUT THIS WILL.

THAT'S THE RING YOU DESCRIBED, SON.

LION'S HEAD WITH RUBY EYES.

Callahan: THAT'S IT, AIN'T IT?

DON'T BE AFRAID, SON. THAT'S IT, AIN'T IT?

YEAH, THAT'S IT.

GO TO THE ALLEY. CUT HIM OFF!

B.J.: MR. CALLAHAN.

I AIN'T SEEN NO RING.

YOU DID FINE.

AAH!

[CRASH]

Worker: I THINK HIS NECK'S BROKE.

HE'S DEAD.

COME ON. LET'S GO.

MR. CALLAHAN,

I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR THE HELP.

Callahan: NO NEED. MY CONDOLENCES TO YOUR WIFE.

THANK YOU.

THANK YOU, TOO, B.J.

IT'S ME WHO SHOULD BE DOING THE THANKING.

I'M EARNING AN HONEST LIVING.

IT'S NOT MUCH,

BUT IT'S THE FIRST COPY OFF THE PRESS.

GRACE WILL LIKE THAT.

JOHN, JR.'S NAME ON IT.

Callahan: JOHNNY DESERVED THE BYLINE.

IT WAS HIS STORY.

THANK YOU.

DRIVER.

Boy: READ ALL ABOUT IT!

ALDERMAN HENDRICKS CHARGED WITH FRAUD.

CONTRACTOR KILLED IN ATTEMPTED ESCAPE. READ ALL ABOUT IT.

ALDERMAN HENDRICKS CHARGED WITH FRAUD.

CONTRACTOR KILLED IN ATTEMPTED ESCAPE.

PAPER!

READ ALL ABOUT IT!

ALDERMAN HENDRICKS CHARGED WITH FRAUD.