Chicago 1941. Meet private eye Richard Stone, celebrating at his Christmas Even office party after beating the draft by | dG1fZkVWakhEcmM4RTA
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00:00I like a little bit of punch with my rum.
00:11So Stoney, how'd you manage it?
00:134F status.
00:14What would a flat foot be without flat feet?
00:17Here's to Mr. Marley.
00:18Yeah, here's to Jake.
00:20Dead a year to the day.
00:23To the night, actually.
00:35What kind of damn ghost are you?
00:37Exactly what you said, kid.
00:40The damned.
00:43What do you want with me, Jake?
00:46Damn near impossible, kid.
00:48I want you to do the right thing.
00:50The right thing?
00:52Find my killer, you chowderhead.
00:54You wouldn't happen to have a cigar, mister, would you?
01:02How'd you get in here?
01:04That door was locked.
01:05Save yourself the ammo, sweetie.
01:08They already got me.
01:13Come with me.
01:15Where are we going?
01:17Nowhere special.
01:18Into your past.
01:21God, not this Christmas.
01:23Jess, let me come in and at least talk.
01:27When hell freezes over, you got my property or so help me, Bob.
01:32I'll shoot you where you stand.
01:34Jess, that is my brother out there.
01:38It's not our property anymore.
01:41Now, Stoney, don't you go looking into this.
01:43I mean, I know he was your partner and your friend, but...
01:45You talk me out of it.
01:47You need Stone.
01:49He's your alibi, baby.
01:50But I didn't kill Jake.
01:53Sure you didn't, baby. Sure you didn't.
01:57Who the hell are you?
01:58Well, where I come from, some folks call me...
02:02The King.
02:04Some crooked cop must have switched the real bullets with some phonies that were fired from my gun.
02:08Haven't you heard, Stoney? We don't have any crooked cops in Chicago.