Somewhere in Manhattan's Spanish Harlem, a couple of detectives park their car, climb the stairs of a sleazy tenement, pull out their guns and kick in a door. A hood named Barney Benesch, in bed with a broad, is surprised but not particularly flustered; he puts on his clothes and his steel-rimmed glasses, then pulls the bedcovers off the wide-eyed, naked girl and tells her to get his jacket. As she flits across the floor, the audience's eyes follow her avidly. So do the eyes of the detectives. Wham—Benesch has his gun out and...
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