Dick Tracy
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:00:30
Gangland enforcers broke the arms of
an elderly news dealer this afternoon...

:00:34
when he refused to share
his week's receipts with them.

:00:37
Stacks of newspapers
were tossed in the gutter...

:00:40
as the thugs wrecked the business
and made their getaway.

:00:44
Lunchtime crowds were paralysed
by the suddenness of the crime.

:00:48
Not a hand was raised in protest!
:00:54
Organized crime is their name.
:00:57
What appeared to be organized hoods
shattered the kneecaps...

:01:00
of the beloved operator
of a shoeshine parlour today...

:01:02
as horrified customers looked on.
:01:04
The bootblack would not
give up his receipts...

:01:06
and paid dearly for his failure
to surrender to gang demands.

:01:09
A mother of four, unable to pay
a gambling debt, lies dead tonight.

:01:13
Gangland thugs left her
to expire in a pool of blood...

:01:15
as they helped themselves
to the contents of a cash register...

:01:18
inside the luncheonette.
:01:44
I was talkin' to them,
at the station house, you know, and
it was the darnedest thing I ever saw.

:01:48
Oh, yeah? Wow.
:01:50
Five, no help.
King, no help.

:01:54
- Aces and eights.
- Twenty.

:01:58
- Ohh.
- Okay, I'm callin'.


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