The Randolph Construction Gang Bank Robbery

Oh, can't please forgive me. It's alright, this is Randolph. Come in.

The husband's to Randolph this morning. Well, he's still desperately ill and that's really down there in the street like he's driving out of his mind. Well, isn't a whole racket. It's even bothering me. In fact, the only thing that bothers me more is Inspector Faraday.

Could you do me a favor? Certainly. You know, my husband's too sick to be moved to a hospital. I'm influenced in town. Couldn't you pose and see? It's as good as done, Mrs. Randolph. Come in. Come right in our call, Tom Jackson.

He's street commissioner and ought to be able to have that noise stop immediately. Oh, thank you, Blagio. I knew you could do something. I've got a phone, Tom, this home. He's never in his office this hour.

Probably wake him up, and after all he's a public servant, where the public, aren't we? Yes, you will have that really stopped until my husband's out of danger. I certainly will try. Hello? Tom? Speaking.

I hope I got you out of bed, this is blackie. You didn't get me out of bed, but you didn't wake me up. You know, four o'clock this morning, what's... I'm sorry, Tom, but look, there's a sick man in my apartment building, and some of your boys are breaking up the street down below us.

It's driving the p- I don't know. I almost have- Okay, I'll handle it right away. What's your address? The Sunset Parkway, number 51. All right, huh? Is it just seven o'clock or has my watch done?

It's seven o'clock and I want that drilling step. Blackie, there's something wrong somewhere. There hasn't been any order to repair anything on Sunset Parkway. Parkway. Even if they were, they wouldn't be drilling at this hour of the morning. It's against the law.