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Shield For Murder - 1954 - 6/10
Nothing personal, you know, it’s just the money.
Another back alley stickup between one who has and one who needs.
The robber doesn’t want witnesses, either, so he empties his gun into the bookie.
Reaches into the warm corpse’s coat, pockets $25K, then shouts for help.
The murderer? A police detective with a string of dead suspects staining his résumé.
Not that such matters. Cops protect their own, even one more crooked than a dog’s hind leg.
Edmund O’Brien fine as the rotten copper, stashing blood loot to - get this - buy a suburban ranch house.
After hours, he is smitten with Patty, a sweet slice of curvy cheesecake who peddles cigarettes in the club.
(Marla English, 20 years younger than O’Brien, the pairing could have been exploited differently.)
The things we do for love, the worse things we do for money.