The Beast of the City

Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
[Ed steps between Daisy and her front door] Don't kick me in the shin, or I'll smack your face!

Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
All right, copper.

Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
How'd you come to think that one up?

Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
Aw, you've got Headquarters written all over yuh!

Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
Smart girl, huh?

Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
Yeah, and I never got past the eighth grade.

Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
Well, maybe you're bright enough to answer a few questions.

Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
Sure, if you don't ask them in Yiddish! [She pushes past him and goes into the door. Then suggestively] Can you come in?

Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
I'm right behind yuh.

Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick:
I know how to make those lice talk.

Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick:
I hate Belmonte and that crowd because they're behind everything in this town that's rotten. I mean to wipe 'em out if it takes hot lead.

Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
[Laying down on a bed seductively] I don't mind taking orders, but there's one decision that's always up to me.

Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
Come on, sit up like a lady! I know that trick!

Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
Oh, unintentional, mister. [Lying in a laguorously sensual position] Say, do you think I'm so dumb as to pull a gag like that?

Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
You might. You're built for it!

Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
[Ed grabs her arm tightly] Say! It hurts a little bit.

Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
And you don't like to be hurt, do you?

Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
Oh, I don't know. [Suggestively] Kind of fun sometimes if it's done in the right spirit.

Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
[Trying to discourage one of Belmonte's gun molls in the bedroom] Listen, I'm an old man. I left my youth in the capitols of Europe.

Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
[Seductively] I know, it;s a funny thing. You drink beer to make you cool, and it just makes yuh hot. [She tugs on the cleavage of her dress] I can't stand it. I gotta do something about it. [She walks away, ostensibly to take off her dress]

Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
[after a passionate kiss] I never thought I'd have a yen for a copper. Are you gonna' try and reform me, huh?

Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
What for?

[They kiss passionately again]

Lt. John 'Mac' McCowsky:
[Watching the sergeant's solitaire game] Hey, you're cheatin'! You've got a black queen on a black king!

Desk Sergeant:
What are you kickin' about? They don't seem to mind.

Reporter:
[while eating a sandwich, washed down with a bottle of milk, a plainclothes cop or reporter refers to a man who has been hanged - at least two days ago] That's the way you gotta do with ducks. They're too gamey at first.

Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick:
Well what else can you do? What do you expect me to do with gunmen, dope peddlers, and sneak thieves? Kiss 'em on the forehead or slap 'em on the wrist?

Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick:
Say that's mighty white of you guys.

Abe Gorman:
But chief I forgot to tell you about...

Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick:
Yes you forgot to tell me about hitting an officer over the head. You forgot to tell me about shooting a little girl down in the gutter. You forgot to tell me about killing one of the finest white men that ever lived!

Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick:
[enters jail cell full of yelling prisoners who suddenly go quiet] Well, sounds like the inside of a bird store. Lot of fine brave boys aren't you? Come on, why don't you keep it up? Teacher's lookin' at you. That why? It'd be different if you were hidin' behind an alley door wouldn't it? It'd be different if you had that shot of hop handy so you could pump yourself full of enough guts to shoot somebody in the back . Take away your guns and your hop and you're nothing but crawling yellow maggots.

Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick:
Hey, I wanna' talk to you. Heard about Belmonte last night, didn't you?

Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
Yeah, but I can't get all steamed up about it. Dopey and his mob had it coming to them.

Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick:
What kind of talk is that?

Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
English, teacher, English. Shouldn't break our hearts because three or four heels get half-soled.

Chief of Police:
Well, it's just too ridiculous, that's all. Fitz is nothing but a tough, uncouth Irishman. He's liable to make things very embarrassing for you.

Mayor:
A good politician never gets embarrassed, Bert. That's something *you* should have learned.

Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick:
[Addressing the assembled policeman, upon his being appointed the new Chief of Police] We're going to start with a clean slate, see? I don't know a thing about any of you. Good or bad, efficient or inefficient. I'm not upsetting any apple cart. Every man keeps the job he's got now until he proves to me he's worth a better one or he has no right on the force at all. I'm not fighting you and you're not fighting me. We're going to fight together. Now this town has become about as rotten as an open grave. Only some of you have got so used to it you don't have to hold your noses anymore. Well, we're going to clean it up, understand? We're going to knock over every speakeasy, hook shop, wheel joint and gin mill from South Canal to North Haven. We're going to keep pulling in every monkey until they get so tired of it they'll all want to lie in the tanks or leave town. Leave the country - not the town, but the country! Each one of you is going to handle your own precinct in your own way. You know more about conditions there than anybody else. What I want is results! If I don't get results there's going to be a shake-up like the inside of a cement mixer. I'll get results if I have to put a patrolman at the head of the vice squad and precinct captains back to teaching rookies drill. All right now, go out and get to work. You'll get official confirmation on all orders before the day's up.

Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick:
[the assembled policeman start to applaud loudly, but Jim waves them to be silent] No, no... never mind those open hands. Close them up into fists, and use them!

Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
Are you married?

Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
Nope.

Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
I thought all cops were married.

Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
I'll stick to variety.

Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
Ooh, a girl in every precinct, huh?

Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
[drunkenly] Yeah, somethin' like that.

Title Card:
Instead of the glorification of cowardly gangsters, we need the glorification of policemen who do their duty and give their lives in public protection. If the police had the vigilant, universal backing of public opinion in their communities, if they had the implacable support of the prosecuting authorities and the courts - I am convinced that our police would stamp out the excessive crime - which has disgraced some of our great cities - President Herbert Hoover.