On Dangerous Ground (1951)

Robert Ryan: Jim Wilson

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• Jim Wilson : Why do you make me do it? You know you're gonna talk! I'm gonna make you talk! I always make you punks talk! Why do you do it? Why?

• Mary Malden : Tell me, how is it to be a cop?

  Jim Wilson : You get so you don't trust anybody.

  Mary Malden : [who is blind]  You're lucky. You don't have to trust anyone. I do. I have to trust everybody.

• Jim Wilson : [yelling]  So I get thrown off the force! What kind of job is this, anyway? Garbage, that's all we handle: garbage!

  Pop Daly : Don't you know? That's the kind of job it is.

  Jim Wilson : You've been doing it for sixteen years; you ought to know. How do you do it? How do you live with yourself?

  Pop Daly : I don't! I live with other people. When I go home I don't take this stuff with me, I leave it outside. But you! The way you carry it around with you, you must like it!

• Capt. Brawley : Make up your mind to be a cop, not a gangster with a badge. I think it's better if you get away from here for a few days until things quiet down. There's a case out of town, up north...

  Jim Wilson : Siberia!

• Jim Wilson : Friends? Cops have no friends. Nobody likes a cop.

• Woman in Bar : [with much leering, and added tongue lolling on the last statement]  Hello Junior. How's about buying me a drink? I'm all dry.

  Jim Wilson : [sternly]  How old are you?

  Woman in Bar : [continuing to leer]  Old enough.

• Jim Wilson : Serve drinks to juveniles, you get into trouble. How many times do I have to tell you that?

  Bartender : Whatta ya want me to do...? Every dame comes in here, look at her teeth...?

• Jim Wilson : [Knocks on apartment door, and woman opens door]  Hello, Myrna.

  Myrna Bowers : I don't know your name; hello.

  Jim Wilson : Somebody told me you were a little girl.

  Myrna Bowers : No! I'm a *big* girl.

  Jim Wilson : Mind a couple visitors?

  Myrna Bowers : I'm not sure. I might.

  Pete Santos : You live alone?

  Myrna Bowers : Yeah, but don't let that scare you.

  Jim Wilson : Do you mind?

  [Barging past her into her apartment] 

  Myrna Bowers : No, I don't mind.

• Myrna Bowers : If Bernie finds out, he'll break my neck.

  Jim Wilson : I won't let Bernie break your neck.

  Myrna Bowers : And if I don't... you'll make me talk... . You'll squeeze it out of me with those big, strong arms... .

  [Looking up seductively] 

  Myrna Bowers : Won't you?

  Jim Wilson : That's right, sister.