Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for May 17, 2020

The Method demands she have roaming hands

Breathless now is she

Apparel skin tight. Deliciously right

Luscious curves we see.

Tracy does share. Tries hard not to stare

Recalls a different time

Shaky did suffer. Pier was no buffer

Payment for his crime.

A family affair. Mom did not care

Shot Breathless in the arm

Killings and flight when nothing went right

Greed always leads to harm.

A crooked mile. After a while

Stumbled upon B.O.

Troubles not done when on the run

Rather, they tend to grow.

One advantage of a Sunday strip is the ability to use coloring (or lack thereof) for dramatic purpose.

Good morning™, farmhands!

More of the Breathless story, including B.O.‘s real name, which we’ve already discussed here, but other readers may not be familiar with it. (For those who wondered if they might appear different in colour, note that Fortuna’s lips are still drawn with a black line.)

If you like the lack of color in your comics, try Endtown. Of course, Aaron Neathery has made that strip so dark, you need special techniques to see the monster in the current edition!

Good morning™, fascinating flashbacks !

B.O., on the vintage tractor, is my fave panel today. Nice to see in pictures what the more informed have been discussing all week.

cool to find b.o. is for bob oscar after all these years. always like the name trick in tracy strips.

I get the feeling there’s going to be no crime here as it is about showing a more human side to Tracy in that he has taken time away from important police work for this encounter albeit unwillingly.

I like the perspective of Tracy talking while the graphics run.

considering how he looked i assumed it was how he smelled. people in traqcy land do seem to live up or down to their names

This is the end of Tracy’s usefulness and the target now shifts to B.O. If Miss Dyer come to visit B.O., this will be the start of World War III

What’s with the leeches on her hands?

This is the story of Breathless Mahoney.

“She tried to kill me with a fork-liiiiiiiifft.”

A falling out, and a shoot out.

Some method actress! Either B.O. isn’t in the script or Fortuna hasn’t read it.

CRIMESTOPPERS TEXTBOOK: In spite of a somewhat similar appearance, tighty whities do not make effective facemasks. Nor do facemasks make effective tighty whities.

The Genie In The Brown Shoe Story goes on, continues even…

1-DT: So what’d you do with the fiddy K?

2-FORTUNE: Well, given my promiscuous nature, I decided to spend some of it on back-alley penicillin shots. Man, those hurt!.

3-…Then, I bought a new ginsu knife…

4-…and a farm with a tractor and a field hand.

5-DT: You bought a field hand? FORTUNE: HA! You’re silly. But yes. DT: What do you grow there?

FORTUNE: Government subsidies.

It doesn’t stand for Body Odor?

I always thought it was for Body Oder Plenty!

I interpret the last two panels as Fortuna completing Tracy’s sentence—“…B.O. Plenty.” And she goes on to wonder, as newer readers here might, “Is that his real name?” Tracy explains. And now I suppose this story is primed to move on to its next phase, in which Fortuna Dyer, Method Actress, meets B.O. Plenty at Sunny Dell Acres, leaving him astonished at the resemblance to Breathless, and leaving Gravel Gertie simmering with latent jealousy. There’s plenty (ahem!) of room for conflict to develop there….