Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for November 06, 2024

Good morning™, everyone!

The “Pierce job” began with the suicide of Gordon Pierce in the 2024/05/19 strip and the homicide investigator we see today first appeared the next day.

Eric has turned Lizz into an errand girl!

that’s a strange way to put it…

“your guts…?”…

shouldn’t he have rather said “your gut was right”? or “your gut feeling was right”?

Hopefully, there won’t be someone named “Joseph Totten” involved.

Sam’s enjoy his pastrami sanwich!

Good morning™, Luscious Lizzies !

She’s a gofer today but with any good writing she will get some juicy play. (down, fire !)

Something Totten here!

Guts was right? Like hips not lies? What? Body parts gots minds of theirs own? Me nose was right. There be picaneec basket around here somewhere. Me tummy not lies.

Who says Sam can’t multi-task?

Guts? Slang word for fortitude!

I just can’t get over that “Sprengstoff” name.

“Get a firm lead, and you’re in good company.”

Is that sarnie meant to be that colour? Makes me wonder how long has it been sitting there.

Sam Catchem makes a rare appearance .

Sam’s back. Whoo-HOOOOOO!!!!…..

“Your GUTS were right” Yuck, Tracy, yuck!

Sir Carlos is working the pointed single digit again. Some deep rooted fear(?) of prostate exams are probably behind that. “BEHIND!” GET IT?!?!?

“Er…lessee..Barney The Reptosaur. Eating ice cream out of season?! Singing Christmas carols in the mall in July? Sounds desperate. Thanks. I know Tracy’ll authorize Big Nasty force on THIS one!”

So, if ‘The Recording Angel’ is the title of record for the Gabriel arc, what’s this one called— ‘The Sprengstoff Strangler’?

MOVIE QUOTE

“What sort of work do you do at night,Mr.Slade?”

Constance Smith to Jack Palance—-MAN IN THE ATTIC—1953

1- THE HORSE WITH NO NAME: Homicide is throwing in the towel on this one, Tracy. We let it stew overnight but it didn’t solve itself. SAM _from other room: STEW?!? YES PLEASE! ♫ ♪ It’s a rainy night in Georgia. It’s raining all over the world ♫ ♪

2- DT: It’s our case now, Liz. This one goes right to the top! Right up there! Above our heads! LEE: So, the Chief? DT: You said it not me! ♫ ♪ The lunatic is in the hall ♫ ♪

3- : …We’ll put Sam on it. This could blow up in our faces so we need someone expendable to take the hit if it does…

SAM: Hello? I specifically asked for extra mayo packets with my order! …Whadaya mean: “Nobody puts mayo on corned beef?!?” Hello? Hello? HEY! TURN OFF THAT RADIO, WOULD YA?!? ♫ ♪ It’s the end of the world as we know it ♫ ♪

The colorist should have done better—that IS a sandwich in front of Sam but it looks like a stack of bricks

Okay,it’s called “gathering intel”—-you don’t do it with a gun,but it helps.

Something about the shape of Lizz’s head bugs me.If she had pursed lips she’d be Flattop(ignore the hairdo)

I know lots of cops and none walk around scowling in anger like these folks seem to be doing.

Holy Crap……..

What does G-2 mean?

Today’s strip is full of stuff that the writer assumes the readers will understand, or perhaps he doesn’t care if the readers do understand, which would be a bad attitude for a writer to have.