Dick Tracy

:00:29

Gangland enforcers broke the arms of
an elderly news dealer this afternoon...

:00:33

when he refused to share
his week's receipts with them.

:00:36

Stacks of newspapers
were tossed in the gutter...

:00:38

as the thugs wrecked the business
and made their getaway.

:00:42

Lunchtime crowds were paralysed
by the suddenness of the crime.

:00:46

Not a hand was raised in protest!

:00:52

Organized crime is their name.

:00:54

What appeared to be organized hoods
shattered the kneecaps...

:00:57

of the beloved operator
of a shoeshine parlour today...

:01:00

as horrified customers looked on.

:01:02

The bootblack would not
give up his receipts...

:01:04

and paid dearly for his failure
to surrender to gang demands.

:01:06

A mother of four, unable to pay
a gambling debt, lies dead tonight.

:01:10

Gangland thugs left her
to expire in a pool of blood...

:01:12

as they helped themselves
to the contents of a cash register...

:01:15

inside the luncheonette.

:01:40

I was talkin' to them,
at the station house, you know, and
it was the darnedest thing I ever saw.

:01:43

Oh, yeah? Wow.

:01:45

Five, no help.
King, no help.

:01:50

- Aces and eights.
- Twenty.

:01:53

- Ohh.
- Okay, I'm callin'.

:01:56

Deuce, still possible.
Six, no help.

:01:59

Got a pair of aces,
a pair of eights.