Talking Screen (Sep-Oct 1930)

Record Details:

Something wrong or inaccurate about this page? Let us Know!

Thanks for helping us continually improve the quality of the Lantern search engine for all of our users! We have millions of scanned pages, so user reports are incredibly helpful for us to identify places where we can improve and update the metadata.

Please describe the issue below, and click "Submit" to send your comments to our team! If you'd prefer, you can also send us an email to mhdl@commarts.wisc.edu with your comments.




We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.

Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.

sprained my ankle at the beginning of the picture, and tell him my troubles. He knows Farley, of course, but what can one cop do against the head of the racketeers? Anyway, I smile at him and he promises to get Farley if he has to shoot up every last beer flat in Chicago. "The cop gets wind of a gang feud and manages to come on the scene in time to catch Farley red-handed after he's ambushed several of his enemies and shot them all down with a machine gun. Farley threatens to kill the cop if he opens his mouth, and the cop offers to keep still if Farley will put Jim out of his gang and let me alone. Farley tells Jim to shut his face or he will cash him. "The cop goes to Headquarters with his information and a riot squad is sent after Farley. There is a running fight through the streets of the Loop and across the Elevated. Farley kills two cops, and Jim is wounded. At last Farley is captured and thrown in jail under a heavy guard. The cop saves Jim, and he and I and my brother all go out into the country to a farm, where the cop and I get married and raise lots of . . . live stock!" Kenny sprang to his feet excitedly. "I guess Fm not so crazy after all!" he exclaimed. "Come on, let's go over to Fishbein's house. I have a little business proposition to make him!" FISHBEIN was sunk in the lowest depths of despondency. "I put in talkie equipment worth $100,000, " he greeted Joyce, "and now I can't use it. It's worse than the stock market!" "Listen, Mr. Fishbein," said Kenny, "your studio stays closed until the murderers are found, doesn't it?" him. "I wish you'd leave me alone." "Yes, and Fm going to be the greatest director!" Outside in the machine Joyce asked, "What are you going to do now?" '"I want you to go home," said Kenny, "and begin preparing for your wedding. It takes place a week from tonight!" "Yes, but where are you going in the meanwhile. Big Boy?"' "I'm leaving for Chicago tonight!" THE Santa Fe"s crack train, the Chief, makes Chicago from Los Angeles in sixty hours. But even so, that took two "What are you going to do now?" asked Joyce. "I want you to go home," said Kenny, "and begin preparing for your wedding. It's next week." "Oi oi," said Fishbein, "aint it the truth!" "And the day the murderers are taken into custody, you can reopen your studio?" "That's what the police said." "All right, I can land those murderers for you !" "You can! Say, of all the damned pesty fools ...!"' ' "Listen to me, Mr. Fishbein: I know why Denis and Kearney were killed. And I can clear this case up for you!" "Well, why don't you go ahead and do it?" "I'm going to. Only I want a promise out ■«"" of you. If I land the murderers so you can reopen your studio within a week, do I get the director's job on Murder hi the Loop?" "Sure, sure," said Fishbein, "catch the murderers and I'll marry you to one of my daughters!" "Put that in writing!" said Kenny. "About the daughter?"" demanded Joyce. "No, silly, about the job," said Kenny. Fishbein wrote out the agreement and signed it. "Be ready to start shooting in a week from today,"' said Kenny as he put the* paper in his pocket. "Your the damndest pest in Hollywood," Fishbein told and a half days out of Kenny's week. The first thing he did when he hit Chicago was to look up Sam Jackson, the man who had written the scenario for Murder In the Loop. Jackson was now carrying on a private law practice in Chicago, but he was deeply interested in what Jimmy had to say. "But even if your guess is correct," said the lawyer, "what can you do about it? He has over twenty murders to his credit right here in Chicago and the police are afraid to indict him." "But why?" demanded Kenny. "Because the most important names in Chicago"s politics and finance are on his list. They all take hush money from him in return for protection. If you brought him to trial the scandal would rock the country. That"s why the police are afraid of him." [Continued on page 86^ 66