All language subtitles for Johnny Stool Pigeon (1949).en

Stand where you are.

All right, get'em up, both of you.

I'm Harrison, customs.

That's Morton, Narcotics Bureau.

He got away.

The sailor's dead.

Call the coroner's
office, will you, please?

John
Whalen, age 20 years.

Only a kid.

Not a bad kid, just foolish.

Somebody in Shanghai told him
a way to make an easy buck

and he believed them.

Smuggling, nothing to it.

All you needed was a little luck.

And so one night on a Shanghai
dock they slipped something

into his hand that looked like
an ordinary can of tobacco.

Only it wasn't.

And John Whalen wasn't lucky.

That was the start of tracking
down one of the biggest

narcotics rings in the
history of the bureau.

But we didn't know that then.

All we knew then was that
we'd had a tip to watch

the docking of a certain
vessel from the Orient

and that a kid sailor had
walked off it to his death.

The next step was to identify
the man who got away.

That wasn't too hard to do.

We had a pretty thorough filing system.

He turned out to be an old friend

listed by the Bureau as Pete Carter.

- Hiya, boss.
- Good morning.

Hi, Morton, Sam.

Well, what did you find?

It's Carter, all right.

Only a little older and heavier now.

Aren't we all?

Pete Carter, alias Carl
Nobel, alias Harvey Coleman.

What's our last report on him?

Late '41, early '42.

Always a West Coast operator?

As far as we know.

I don't like it.

Steady operator, long record.

Drops out of circulation during the war.

But, now he's back.

A guy like Carter
doesn't play for peanuts.

He'll have an organization in back of him.

He'll have a new source
of supply lined up.

I tell you, this guy is big time.

He's latched on to something.

Like what?

Our ports of entry are
closed like ratholes.

We know there's nothing
coming in from the Far East.

You customs men have a
big territory here, fellow.

1,800 miles of coastline.

Borders north and south.

What do you think?

I don't know but I don't like it.

Let's put him under surveillance

and see what that gets us.

Ordinarily, yes.

This time I'd say no.

This time I'd say bring him in.

But he's the only lead we got

to the boys at the top of the mob.

If we bring him in, we tape our hand.

If we don't, it might take months,

years before we get to the top.

I want to crack this outfit now.

It's liable to take
a lot longer than that

if he won't talk.

What's the ballistics
report on the kid sailor?

He's got something.

It shows your gun didn't kill him.

Or yours either.

So it must have been Carter.

Yeah.

Bring him in.

With a murder rap hanging over him

he might sing like a canary.

Okay, boss.

A
successful manhunt is usually

the result of long and often dull routine.

But there is one shortcut.

A professional informer, who
makes a business of picking up

a few precarious dollars by
selling scraps of information

to the authorities.

Sometimes it works, and
sometimes it doesn't.

When it does, it can save a lot of time.

This time it did.

Hello, Mr Morton?

Carter is at the Zelder apartments.

Corner of Grant Street.

Room 303.

Well, there goes our lead.

Yeah, proves one thing, anyway.

Benson's hunch about
the outfit behind him.

Yeah, they play rough.

Smart too, way ahead of us.

They knew he'd talk when we
got him so they beat us to him.

Maybe we can nab the guy who did it.

Professional job, hired gun.

Chances are he didn't even
know who he was working for.

No, they'll send in another man to take up

where Carter left off and
maybe after six months

we get next to him maybe six
months later we'll find out

who his boss is and by that time

the stuff'll be flooding
in all over the country.

It was a tough one to lose.

Make anything out of that?

No, a lot of mumbo jumbo.

Figures mostly.

Probably records of transactions.

This Vancouver outfit, the
Arctic World Trading Company,

that might be something new.

Worth checking with the
Canadian people, anyway.

Canadian boys have anything
on the Vancouver angle?

Oh, they know about an
Arctic World Trading Company

in Vancouver all right.

A guy named William McCandles.

They've got no record on him.

Must be some connection
if the outfit's listed

in Carter's little black book.

Why don't we try to move in on him?

No, no good.

You don't know what you're up against.

For an undercover job, Sam,

you gotta know who you're playing with.

What to convince them,
what they'll believe.

That's the trouble with this thing.

There's nothing to go on,
nothing to get your teeth in.

But they're out there somewhere.

Just getting started.

And pretty soon we'll be
seeing some of the results.

Heaven knows they're bad enough now.

Admissions to the narcotics
ward of the City Hospital,

the County Jail Hospital, the morgue.

All in a week.

Maybe that's why a guy like
me stays on in this business.

I can't think of any other reason.

But I really hate the
rats that are responsible

for that kind of thing.

I hate them with every bone in my body.

If people could only see some of the poor,

pathetic wrecks that we see every day.

Well, that's not getting us anywhere.

I think I got a notion.

Wanna let me try it?

What?

I know a guy who can
get me into that mob.

In Vancouver?

Any mob.

Who?

Johnny Evans.

Johnny Evans?

Are you crazy?

Maybe.

Maybe I was crazy.

It was a long chance to take.

I was the one who had sent
Johnny Evans up to Alcatraz.

I'd known him since we both were kids.

He'd never been a narcotics operator

but he was a gangster and a hoodlum.

And he hated every cop that ever breathed.

And me most of all.

There was one thing, though,
one thing that I knew

about Johnny that nobody else ever did.

And that's what I was counting on.

It would be pretty rough on Johnny, but

I thought I knew what he'd say.

Hello Johnny.

Sit down.

Cigarette?

I wanna talk to you.

I got a job to do.

There's a big push open again.

We think it begins in Vancouver.

A guy name McCandles.

But we don't know.

We don't know where it goes from there.

We only know there's a big mob somewhere.

A big operation.

I want you to get me in.

I can't make any promises, but

you might do yourself some good.

Is that all?

That's all.

Only you haven't given me an answer.

Cut it out.

You may be an awful tough man
with those hoodlums of yours,

but to me you're a dime a dozen.

I'll make a deal with you.

Gonna take you on the
outside for 24 hours.

I'm gonna tell you some things
and show you some things.

Then, after that, if you wanna
come back here all right.

And no restraint.

Sure.

You think you can get me on the outside

and I get a taste of it and I go crazy.

Well, let me tell you something.

I'll rot in this place forever

before I'll be a stool
pigeon for a copper.

How long have you been in here?

You know how long.

Yeah.

Times change a lot in three years, Johnny.

New faces, new places.

All the girls get the new look.

What have you got to lose?

24 hours.

What's this?

They're gonna drive us.

Morton, Narcotics Bureau.

Oh, yeah.

This way, please.

Show him the report.

Can you identify the body?

She was his wife.

I knew she was sick
but I never knew she-

- She wasn't sick.

She was murdered.

Not your way, not with a gun,

but she was murdered just the same.

And she was murdered for money.

You know what the score is.

You know the racket and the
kind of guys that are in it.

They killed her.

They killed her for the
few bucks they could

squeeze out of her every week
to get the stuff she needed.

You know how they die, Johnny?

You got any idea what it's like?

What they go through from that first time

they find they can't get along without it?

How they have to have more
and more until every cent

they can lay hands on goes into it?

How they begin to hit the skids

when they can't raise the money any more.

They'll do anything for it then, Johnny.

Anything.

Shut up.

They can't get enough now.

Pretty soon every nerve
in their body is screaming

and they're tearing off their clothes

and they're tearing at their
skinny bodies with their nails

and screaming.

That's how they die, Johnny.

Screaming.

- Shut up!
- That's how she died.

All right.

But I haven't forgotten a thing.

And if you got any idea
you're gonna come back here

and brag about how you made a stool pigeon

outta Johnny Evans, forget it.

Because my chance will come.

And when it does, ['ll
get you, copper, and good.

'35, robbery, one year suspended.

Come on, come on.

'36, armed robbery,
Indiana, two to five.

'43, sent to the Rock for-

- What names does he use?

Real name, Michael R. Doyle.

In Chicago, Mike Doyle.

Indiana.

Come on, it's my neck too

if you ever come up with the wrong answer.

Indiana, Manny Dayton.

On the Coast, Mike Doyle.

James Ruhl, James J. Hamlin.

Your clothes are wrong.

Get a pair of 30 dollar
shoes and a couple of suits.

Something sharp.

You can't carry these, they
got your initials on them.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

This thing is no good,

it's got copper written all over it.

Get another one.

And put some bullets in it.

Your train leaves at 10:45.

Here's your tickets and money.

You can get more if you need it.

But try and make it last.

You know how the budget is.

There's a phony record on you
going into the files tonight,

just in case.

Here's a copy of all
the Canadian boys have

on the Vancouver push and McCandles.

There's not much there and
I don't think it'll do you

any real good but I thought
you might want to look at it

on your way up.

And, here's the type of gun you wanted.

Okay?

Okay.

You sure you wanna go
ahead with this, Mort?

Well.

I wanna tell you something, Evans.

I don't like this and I don't like you.

There'd better not be anything go wrong.

Goodbye, copper.

Once
we'd crossed the border

into Canada I began to
think of all the things

that could go wrong.

I had a promise from Johnny.

It was a double promise
and I knew he'd keep

both ends of it if he could.

From now on my life would be
in his hands 24 hours a day.

I thought of the kind of men
we were going up against.

And what they'd done to Pete Carter

just to make sure he'd
keep his mouth shut.

I thought of all the ways they
could figure out to dispose

of a certain federal cop,
if they ever caught him.

But it was foo late to
worry about that now.

Can I help you?

Is Mr. McCandles in?

Tell him it's Johnny
Evans, from the States.

There's a Johnny Evans
to see you, Mr. McCandles,

from the States.

Mr. McCandles will see you in his office.

Thank you.

I'm Evans.

Hi, Johnny.

This is my partner, Mike Doyle.

Hello, Mike.

Sit down, fellas.

Well, well, Johnny Evans.

I've heard a lot about you.

Been away, haven't you?

Yeah.

What are you doing in
this part of the country?

We're traveling.

Just making a few business connections.

Is that why you came to see me?

Yeah, you're sort of on our list.

What kind of business?

Buying, selling.

You mean you'd like
to trade in the kind of

merchandise I handle?

If your stuff is up to
standard and we can make a deal.

You understand, of course,
I'm strictly wholesale.

I don't keep anything here
but a few samples for show.

Now here's a lovely item.

I can get these now too.

I can make you a pretty good
proposition on stuff like that.

Yeah, that's real nice.

But it isn't exactly the
kind of stuff we had in mind.

Mike Doyle.

Seems to me I used to
know a guy by that name.

Kansas City.

I was there for a while.

- What outfit?
- Willy Green.

I don't remember ever
seeing you before, though.

Maybe you know a guy I knew in Frisco.

Pete Carter.

Pete Carter, eh?

Didn't he get in some kind of trouble?

Who do you think you're
talking to, McCandles,

a couple of saps?

I just spent three years
on the rack, he spent two.

You wanna check it?

Take it easy.

I'll take it the way I see it.

We came here to talk a business deal.

If you don't wanna hear it, say so

but don't try to play games.

Take it easy, Johnny.

Just like to make sure who
I'm dealing with, that's all.

Well, now you know.

You fellas gonna be in town long?

Long enough.

There's a joint called
The Frontier Club,

down in Columbia Street.

Meet me there tonight and maybe
we can work something out.

That's better.

Get Terry on the phone.

Tell her I wanna see
her up here right away.

Yes, gentlemen?

Mr. McCandles come in yet?

We're supposed to meet him here.

Oh, yes, this way, please.

He's not here yet, but he asked me

to have you wait for him.

Your table, gentlemen.

Hey, Jimmy, get me
another one, will you?

What are you, a couple of new
recruits for the goon squad?

We're just here to do a little business

with Mr. McCandles.

Are you a friend of his?

Yeah, I'm a friend of his.

Lucky fella.

Well, his luck is about to run out.

What kind of business are you fellas in?

Oh ah, furs.

You know something?

You're kinda cute for a fur merchant.

What's your name?

Mike Doyle.

I'm Terry Stewart.

You wanna dance, Mike Doyle?

Ah, thanks, we got business.

Come on.

Hm, the gallant type.

Um, you better hold this for me.

So the ice won't melt.

Don't be scared.

I bruise easy but I don't break.

This is the first time
I've danced with a girl

in three years.

What's the matter, you
got something against girls?

Where I've been they
didn't have any girls.

Who's your friend?

Just a business partner.

He's nice.

I mean, he seems kind of
different than the usual

bunch of crumbs that hang
around an outfit like this.

If you know what I mean.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Not that there's anything
wrong with you either.

What's your name?

Johnny Evans.

Where are you from, Johnny?

The States, California.

Oh, California.

You mean there's still
a place where it's warm

and they got palm trees
and you can lie out on that

lovely hot sun all the year around.

I guess so.

You know California?

Uh uh, I was brought
up in Tucson, Arizona.

Wish I'd never left it.

Been in this dump for two years.

The only time I've ever been
warm was once I went to sleep

with a cigarette and
I set the bed on fire.

When are you going back?

Depends.

Is your friend going with you?

Listen, sister, if you figure
I'm making a fast switch,

count him out.

I'm telling you for your own good.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have done that.

Lately I've been.

I'm just nervous.

Forget it.

You wanna go back to that drink now?

It wouldn't be such a bad idea.

- Hello, Mac.
- Hiya, baby.

This is my partner, Ray
Dallas, Johnny Evans.

Hello.

Sit down, sit down.

Not you.

I'll keep quiet, Mac, I just wanna-

- Go on, go on, beat it.

I just wanna talk.

Sorry I'm late, I was
held up at the office.

Well, happy days.

Well, fellas, what's your proposition?

I told you.

You'll buy, we'll sell.

Anybody can do that
if they got it to sell.

What's so special about your push?

How much can you handle?

All I can get.

So you're not getting any.

Why didn't you say so?

For a couple of guys
that are new in this racket

you know an awful lot.

I know the border.

How much can you give us?

More than Pete Carter ever did.

Aw, that guy.

Where are you gonna get it?

Same place he did.

You got the connections?

No.

You're gonna give it to us.

How do you like that?

These two guys come up here
with a lot of big talk about

buying and selling and what
are they gonna do it with?

Our connections.

What do you think we
are, a couple of marks?

Shut up, Mac.

Come on.

Wait a minute, Doyle.

What do you think, you're
the only outfit in the country?

Sit down, sit down.

What's the matter with you guys?

Can't you talk a little
business without getting sore?

We just wanna know who's
gonna get what out of this,

that's all.

What do I have to do, spell it for you?

We bank the deal with our own dough.

We take the chances.

If there's a rumble, we do the time.

And we got the fix.

You get the fix in at the border?

How else do you think
we're gonna get it over?

Dig a tunnel?

Well, where do we go from here?

We'll let you know.

But it might take a little time.

Don't let it take too much time.

Let's go.

Mike.

Mike, take me with you.

What do you mean?

Take me out of here.

Back to the States.

Wherever you're going.

I can't do it by myself.

He'd stop me.

I gotta get out of here, right away.

I can't stand it anymore.

Mike, I'm sick or something.

Look, I can't take you where I'm going.

Be a good kid.

Go on back to your party.

Mike.

Mike, please.

Plea.

All cop, aren't you?

Right to the heart.

Planning any stopovers, Miss?

No, I'm going straight
through to Tucson.

How did she know where we were going?

Why don't you ask her?

Gee, Mike, what a nice surprise.

I'll bet.

Where are you going?

Tucson.

That's my hometown, you know.

I finally got my own
consent to give that big ape

the brushoff and go on
back to the hashhouse.

It may not be much of a life
but at least it's an honest-

- Save it.

I've heard it from experts.

McCandles put you up to this, didn't he?

Didn't he?

All right, Mike.

But this is on the level.

I've been trying to break
with McCandles for months.

Only, I didn't have any place to go.

No one to turn to.

Then, when you came along,
you seemed different

from the rest of the
mugs I've always known.

Like you might give somebody a break.

And then when I heard
you were going to Tucson.

Honest, Mike. I won't be any trouble.

I won't ask for anything special.

Maybe after a while we
might even make a go of it.

I only want a chance, that's all.

You don't believe me, do you?

No.

Look, Mike, there are some things

that it isn't easy for a girl to say.

Even a girl like me.

But maybe now is the time to say'em.

I've had a pretty rugged life.

I learned one lesson.

There's only one thing in the
whole world you can count on.

The only one thing I ever have wanted.

That's money.

I don't care how I get it.

You may not think so, but
I'll always land on my feet.

I'm pretty smart.

I know what I got on the ball.

If you can't use it, okay.

Where you're going there'll
be somebody who can.

I'm not going back to
that hashhouse, Mike.

Not me.

Not ever.

Now you listen to me.

When this train comes into
Seattle, you're gonna get off

and go right back to
Vancouver where you belong.

Because if you don't, you're
gonna get in the biggest

trouble you ever had in your life.

You understand?

No, she won't.

Because unless she goes
along I don't either.

You mean that?

You know I do.

It just doesn't figure.

Unless the crazy fool has
actually fallen for her.

It's a cross, can't you see that?

Can't you see it coming a mile away?

Yeah, but the angle, the
angle, what's the angle?

A guy like Johnny Evans wants to do a job,

he doesn't need a dame to tell him how.

Look, Mort, the only thing
you've got on this guy,

the only thing that's keeping
him in line is a girl,

a dead girl, a memory.

So he gets a new girl.

What do you think is gonna happen?

I don't know.

All I know is this looks
like the biggest thing

we've run across in years.

Any chance you could
play it alone from here on?

No, I haven't got the in.

All McCandles would give us was the name

of a dude ranch in Tucson.

We'll be contacted there.

No, if we're gonna go through with it

I gotta have him with me.

I'll let the Tucson boys know
you're in the neighborhood.

Just one thing.

If you do get in a jam,
don't play the grandstand.

Pick up and get out of there.

Good agents are too hard to train

and I don't like to lose them.

Oh, Mike, isn't it wonderful?

Johnny get a cab, I'll
take care of the bags.

Hey, fellas, you know
what kind of joint this is

we're going to?

Swimming pools, tennis
courts, riding stables,

private bungalows.

Oh, yeah, it's the B-Bar-M.

- You folks going there?
- Uh-huh.

Oh, say, you'll have a swell time.

People from all over the country go there.

Bigshots from the East.

Society people.

I guess I finally hit the big time, huh?

Only it's a little
bigger than I figured on.

I can't go to a place like that, Johnny.

Why not?

Something no girl can ever
quite get across to a man.

I never travel with company like that.

Look, I'll give you a
ring when I get a room.

Then maybe we'll get together
some time later, huh?

Get in.

- No, Johnny.
- I said get in.

The old place sure has changed.

There's the hashhouse I used to work at.

What a dump.

Driver, pull up over
there a minute, will you?

Couple of things I wanna pick up.

Do you mind?

There you are, kid.

See anything you like?

Oh, Johnny, I couldn't.

Don't be a sucker.

He's got more dough than
the United States Treasury.

Come on.

Call for Mr. Clark.

Call for Mr. Clark.

Do you have anything for three?

Do you have a reservation, sir?

Why, uh, no.

I'm sorry, sir, we're booked up

for nearly a year in advance.

There could be some
cancellations, of course,

but I'm afraid I couldn't
possibly give you anything

for at least a month.

I might have known it couldn't be real.

You sure you're not expecting us?

Doyle and Evans?

- Oh, yes, you're Mr. Doyle?
- Yeah.

Oh, yes, uh, I believe
I have a note right here.

Yes, we have a nice double
bungalow for the two gentlemen.

And a single for the lady.

Would you sign, please?

Tad!

Bungalow eight for the two gentlemen.

And room 1C for Miss Stewart.

Yes, sir.

Don't look at me like that.

McCandles didn't exactly
have to be a quiz kid

to figure out where I
was going or with who.

Thank you, Mr. Doyle.

I hope you have a very pleasant stay.

You can leave them right there.

Thank you, sir.

You know you're not
kidding me, don't you?

I don't know what it is
with you and that dame

but it better be on the level.

How could you tell, copper?

Even if it was.

Hello.

Yeah, hiya, kid.

I don't know.

Okay, I'll meet you in the bar.

- You stick around.
- Don't be silly.

I said stick around.

What's the matter, copper?

Nervous in the service?

Come in.

Well, howdy, strangers.

Welcome to the ol' B-bar-M
bunkhouse and put'er there.

What's your handle, partner?

Doyle, Mike Doyle.

Oh, Proud is mine, but all
the cow folks in these parts

call me Hank and I'd
consider it a real favor

if you do the same.

And you must be Mr. Evans.

Mighty glad to have you with us.

You know, I'm kind of
the foreman around here.

Combination manager, greeter,
chuckwagon boss.

Oh, say, I'm mighty sorry
I wasn't here to give you

the glad hand when you unsaddled
your cayuses this morning

but I had to fly up to
Phoenix on a little business.

Well, I don't want to
take up a lot of your time

but I just want you to
know that we aim to make

you wranglers feel at home
here in every way we can.

Anything you want, any
little old thing at all,

you just name it.

Make mine with plain water.

Oh, say, that puts me
in mind to something.

We're having our big frontier
dance tomorrow night.

You all bring any western duds with you?

No, we're here on business.

Well, no harm mixing a little pleasure

with your business, eh?

But don't you worry about the duds.

We have everything right
here, everything you need.

Yeah, thanks.

Fix you up like a real dude.

Thanks a lot.

Oh, no trouble, no trouble at all.

You folks just go ahead and
have yourself a grand ol' time.

Bill, how are you?

How are ya, Bill?

Who's that with ya?

Paul, how are ya?

Well, well, how are you folks?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Clumsy darn things, but
I kinda like the way

they go with the outfit.

Oh, I'd like you to meet
a friend of mine here

from South of the border.

Senor Martinez, Miss Sewart,
Mr. Doyle, Mr. Evans.

Say, how were those duds
I sent over to you folks?

Did you like them?

Did they fit you all right?

- Fine.
- Thanks.

Good, you look fine.

And if I may say so, without offense,

the young lady looks very lovely tonight.

You really think so?

I sure do.

Well you
folks just go right ahead

and have yourselves a lot of fun.

What, Harry, how are you?
Okay, Hank.

More fun than being out at a wake

with a couple of undertakers.

What's the matter with you fellas?

The deal will come
through sooner or later.

It's not as if this was such
a tough place to sweat it out.

Mike, relax.

What are you trying to do?

Set a world's record for
staying mad at somebody?

Come on.

Bourbon and water, please.

Yes, sir.

Have you seen anything of
Mr. Evans or Miss Stewart?

No, sir, I haven't.

Looking for something, Mac?

Yeah, I was looking for a pal of mine.

Well, you won't find him around here.

Be a good guy and go on back to the party.

Sure, sure.

Well, Mr. Doyle, what
were you doing out there?

Get lost in our wide open
spaces or something, eh?

I was just looking for my sidekick.

You haven't seen him, have you?

Why, no, no I haven't,
not lately, that is.

One of your hired hands
just stuck a rod in my ribs.

Did what?

Oh, that must have been Pete.

Don't pay no never mind to him.

He's just one of my watchmen around here.

Sometimes he gets kinda
highfalutin' ideas about his job.

But I'm sure glad I run into you.

I've been meaning to
buy you a little drink.

- Oh, thanks but-
- Aw, come on, come on.

You know, generally I get
acquainted with my folks

the first day they're here.

But it seems like I've been so busy lately

I just been plain neglecting you fellas.

Rest your bones.

You know, I got some stuff
here I bet you haven't seen

the likes of since Prohibition.

Come on, let's hear it.

If you knew Nick, why didn't you say so?

I told you,
I was covering his play.

Not good enough.

Who's your sidekick?

He signed his
name, look on the register.

Small talk.

You never worked with him before.

What's the angle?

He's banking
for me, he's got the dough.

He's a federal, isn't he?

Isn't he?

Isn't he?

Sure, he's Sherlock Holmes.

Make it easy
for yourself, sucker.

We just broke him down.

He told us he was a fed.

Yeah, sure, sure he did.

He's a federal, isn't he?

That's enough, Charlie.

Well, I guess the boys are on the level.

Are you sure?

- You made up your mind?
- Yep.

I don't like that kind of stuff.

Neither do I, my boy, neither do I.

But Evans never was in this business.

If he'd just been a little more friendly

he'd have saved you both a lot of trouble.

I was waiting for you
to make the first move.

I've been away for three years.

How did I know what you were
covering with that hick play?

I didn't even tell him that-

- Well, you know we gotta be careful.

But I hope you don't hold it against me

because I'd like to see you
boys do a little business.

With who?

With me.

He's Nick Avery, the
biggest guy in the racket.

Get Martinez in here.

Let's have a little talk, huh?

Oh, maybe you'd better run along now.

We'll have a little drink later, huh?

Sure.

So you're the banker, eh?

That's right.

Got the money with you?

You'll get the money
when we get what we want.

You got a smart partner here, Johnny.

Yeah.

We wanna get moving.

When do we get it?

When do we get it, he says.

You know, we've been worrying
about that same little thing

ever since the war.

I thought you had a source.

Well, now, hold your
horses, I didn't say I didn't.

You know, a man can work and
scheme on something for years.

Finally he gets it set just right

and some stranger comes along

and takes the whole thing for granted.

You know, maybe you boys haven't
heard it where you've been

but it's been kinda
rough in this business.

'Course I haven't had a bad time.

I got a good front here.

Of course it don't pay for itself but-

- Do you have a source or don't you?

Do we have a source?

About 500 acres of flowers
and our own refining plant.

You boys think you could handle that much?

Yeah, we'll take our piece of it.

When can we get it?

Well now, you boys just simmer down.

You know these things take a little time.

You just laze around here
and enjoy yourselves.

I'll tell when we wanna see your money.

Oh, say, I wouldn't want
to see anything happen

to you boys while you're here.

So ah, Charlie, you just sorta
keep an eye on them, will ya?

- Sure, Nick.
- Fine.

Thanks.

For what?

What do you think would
happen to me if I chirped?

When you get in the
clear, copper, watch out.

Gimme another, Charlie.

What are you trying to
do, drink the joint dry?

I'll kill time my way,
you Kill it yours, okay?

- Hello, fellas.
- Oh, hello.

Nick is flying Martinez
down to the border.

The border?

Mm-hm, he asked me to go with him.

Do you mind?

No, why should I?

Have fun.

I told you I'd land on my feet.

Happy landings.

I don't like that.

Then why don't you
do something about it?

Howdy, boy.

Take it easy, she's no good for you.

If that's what she wants, let her have it.

Only a cop could be that dumb.

She wants you.

Don't you know that yet?

- Me?
- Yes, you.

Do you think I brought
her along for myself?

I brought her because she's a decent kid.

And I didn't wanna see
her end up on a slab too.

Because I thought when you
saw how she felt about you

you'd at least give her a break.

Try to help her.

Because I was chump enough to
think that you really cared

about what happened to people.

Take it easy.

Well, you're not kidding me any more.

You don't care about people.

To you it's nothing but a game.

Hide and seek.

Cops and robbers.

Anything goes as long as
you come in the winner.

You're not a man.

You're what you always have
been and always will be.

A rotten, stinking.

I'll take care of him.

What's the matter, had a tough night?

Better get dressed, sport.

The boss wants to see you.

All right, tell him I'll be right over.

I'll wait.

Suit yourself.

Johnny, that's a great idea.

In fact I'm surprised I
didn't think of it myself.

Oh hi there, boys, come in, come in.

Well, I understand you fellas

had a little trouble last night.

Just bottle trouble, nothing serious.

Oh, I'm glad to hear it.

Because tonight we make our first haul.

It'll be a big one and
I want you boys along.

Where are we going?

The border, Nogales.

I hope you're not
gonna try to get it over

with that plane of yours.

No, no, we gotta be a
little cuter than that.

Your boy here had a couple
of pretty good ideas.

Got a real sense of humor too.

Well, that's about it.

We leave tonight, 9:00 sharp.

Oh, just one little thing.

It isn't that I don't trust you guys

but I don't want any slip ups so Joey here

is gonna be with you until we leave.

He's my own personal bodyguard
and a mighty fine boy.

You stay here.

Coming in?

How about rustling me up some chow?

I haven't had breakfast yet.

What's the matter, can't you talk?

He's a dummy.

He don't know how.

He don't know how to do much of anything.

Except shoot a gun.

Psst.

Are we playing games now?

Look, I'm in a jam.

I gotta take a chance, a long chance

that I had you figured wrong.

I'm not gonna make any speeches about it.

I haven't got time.

I'll just give it to you straight.

Then you make up your own mind.

There's gonna be a little party tonight.

They're gonna take me along for the ride.

And the way things look,
it may be my last ride.

Try to get through to this number.

Tell whoever answers that
you're calling for me, Morton.

Tell them it's tonight,
the border, Nogales.

They'll know what to do.

You got all that?
You understand it?

So you are a cop.

All right, sport, let's go.

All right, Charlie,
take the station wagon.

Johnny, you drive.

You in the front with him.

Pete, you go handle the girl.

Miss Stewart.

The boss told me I
should take care of you.

How about a drink?

Thanks very much, but I don't-

- Sorry, miss, I got my orders.

Oh, well, who are we to disobey orders?

Joe, two doubles.

What time is the pickup?

We've got plenty of time.

Turn right at the next cutoff.

Well ah, breaking
ground for a new subway?

That's no subway, copper.

It's a grave.

Let's cut out the act, if you think-

- You know, for a federal cop,

you're gonna come in mighty handy tonight.

You know where to take him.
Yeah.

Martinez won't know who you're bringing.

But he's got everything set.

I'm sending Joey with you
to bring the car back here.

Besides, he can sorta give
me an eyewitness account.

I thought he couldn't talk.

He draws pictures.

By the way, where will I send your cut?

You can figure this for my cut.

Get in.

Pete, you're as
sharp as a 10 dollar tack.

Excuse me.

Hey, where are you going?

Oh, you can't bear to let
me out of your sight, can you?

Wanna come along?

Miss, you gotta call this number for me.

Tell them you're calling
for a man named Morton.

Tell them to get down
to the border, Nogales,

as fast as they can.

You understand?

A man is going to be killed.

A man-

All right, all right, just a minute.

Don't use the phone here.

Call from down at the gas station.

Please.

They'll get you, Johnny.

Once you kill a federal cop,
there's now place on earth

small enough to hide you.

Shut up.

They'll catch you.

They'll get you if it takes 20 years.

They'll get you and they'll
bring you back and you'll fry.

Shut up!

Okay, go ahead.

- Are you American citizens?
- Yes.

All right.

Come on.

Start walking.

Turn around.

So long, copper.

- Do you speak English?
- Que pasa?

- Do you speak English?
- Si, senor.

I gotta get to the border.

I'm a United States Treasury agent.

Tell him to take me there right away.

El senor quiere que lo lleves
a la frontera imediatamente.

Mui bien, senor, vámos, está el carro.

It's clean, let him go.

Who's in charge here?

I'm Morton.

I'm Pringle, Tucson office.

This is Barton, the Customs agent.

Hi.

Well, Bill Benson was sure
worried about you, fella.

You got my message.

Yeah, some woman phoned.

Nothing so far, eh?

No, they're not gonna run the stuff now,

not after what's happened.

Look, fella, let's not kid
ourselves, we blew this one.

Benson gave me the pitch, I
know what happened, so what?

We can't always guess right.

But they didn't know you had a tip.

I didn't know myself until just now.

All right, but something went wrong

or you wouldn't still be
alive to talk about it.

That's just it.

That's what doesn't figure.

Copper!

Johnny, who did it?

The kid.

He spotted you.

Listen copper.

I had to plan it that way.

I had to play it for the breaks.

Sure, sure you did.

Where's the kid now?

Wait.

A funeral.

There was a funeral.

What?

They.

Get him inside.

Get an ambulance for him.

Did a funeral go through here tonight?

The funeral.

Holy mackerel, sure there was a funeral.

It went through here
about a half an hour ago.

We searched the hearse, we
looked them all over good

only there was one place we didn't look.

Come on.

Bill, phone ahead, have
the highway patrol pick us up

on the other side.

Mac, you and Joe come with me.

A grave, hm?

That was Johnny's idea.

Looks like he really
came through for you.

Yeah, I can understand why
he played it that way now

but it sure looked bad at the time.

Here they come.

Here, maybe you'll need to use this.

Thanks.

There it is.

Cut your lights, pull into that side road.

Make it as quiet as you can.

Come on.

All right, get'em up, all of you.

Get over there, keep your hands up.

Open it up.

- You know him?
- Avery's trigger man.

I got an idea this box
was made for a bigger guy.

Yeah, somebody about your size.

The stuff was there, all right.

Enough room in there to pack a ton of it.

- Let's go.
- Come on.

Pringle, Tucson office,
Pringle, Tucson office, over.

Tucson
to Pringle, go ahead.

Contact local authorities
for a full description

of Nicholas Avery and Charles Borderaux.

Thought to be making a getaway
from the B-bar-M Ranch.

Cover that spot.

Broadcast a full description
on four-state alarm

and set up road blocks.

These men are wanted
on a narcotics charge,

they're dangerous and fully armed.

Confirm, over.

Roger Wilcoe.

That is all, Pringle to Tucson, out.

They'll make a run for it now.

They'll be pretty desperate.

What about the girl?
The one that phoned.

I was just thinking the same thing.

We gotta get out of here.

Why? Where are we going?

Across the border.

Where are the fellas?

They ran into a little trouble.

What kind of trouble?

The same kinda trouble
we're gonna run into

if we don't move in a hurry.

I'll ah, I'll get my things.

You won't have time.

Bring that, come on.

Open the door, let's get outta here.

Go in behind the hangar.

Well, that's it.

Within a matter of hours,

the greatest international
narcotics ring since the war

was stopped cold before
it even got started.

In simultaneous raids,
Martinez and his gang

were rounded up by Mexican authorities.

And 1700 miles away, in
Vancouver, British Columbia,

the McCandles mob was taken into custody.

Six months later the trials were over

with convictions in every instance.

In sentences ranging anywhere
from five to 20 years.

And star witnesses for
the government had been

a girl named Terry Stewart

and an ex-convict named Johnny Evans.

So long, copper.