EEL: I don't admit nothin'.
INSPECTOR: Be careful what you say. Have you retained counsel?
EEL: A mouthpiece! What for?
INSPECTOR: You've got to be represented. Have you any money?
EEL: Sure! I left the hotel of Zebra clothed with a pocket full of smiles and a wad of joy. (INSPECTOR whispers for O'MARA to bring up GOLDIE. O'MARA exits door L.)
INSPECTOR: Well, the state will furnish you with an attorney.
EEL: What, one of them record shysters? Eighty years old and never won a case. No, thanks, Inspector. I'll plead my own case; then I got at least a chance to beat this rap.
DUGAN: You'd have a swell time pleading your own case.
EEL: Yes, and believe me I'll spring a sensation when I open up. I'll show up some of this rotten graft. I'll bust "The System " to smithereens. Dugan, I won't be railroaded—(EEL crosses in rage L. to Dugan.)
INSPECTOR: Bradley! hold your tongue, you've said enough.