All language subtitles for Down Three Dark Streets (Arnold Laven, 1954).english

Four words, best
known by three initials, FBI.

Letters that spell out the
internal security of a nation.

Behind those doors,
your guardians.

At their command,
the most advanced and complete

scientific assistance
known to man.

But often more important
than science

is the intelligence, the imagination
of the individual agent.

The FBI man.

The FBI man with his special
knowledge of human weakness

and his ability to probe
that weakness

and thus trap the criminal
into his own betrayal.

On highway 91,
heading into California...

Fill'er up?
Ethyl?

Operator? This
is Ben, at the gas station.

I want you to call the FBI.

Tell them I'm putting gas
into Joe Walpo's car.

Joe Walpo!

His license number...

Okay, Mom.
I'll see you later.

Bye, Mom.

Ah.

I was just calling...

Within a half hour of the
brutal slaying at the gas station,

the FBI had alerted each
of its 49 field offices.

Special instructions were sent
to one office in particular.

Los Angeles, California.

The urgent alert on Joe Walpo
becomes one of many cases

that daily crosses the busy desk of Frank
Pace, the special agent in charge.

His job? To direct and coordinate the
complex work in the field offices.

Here, the case is evaluated and
analyzed with the care of experience.

Then, it is given to
Agent John Ripley,

the superintendent in charge
of the criminal desk.

His job? To supervise the
investigation of all criminal cases

handled by the special
agents in the office.

Now, look, Vince. We're gonna crack
this case, with or without your help.

I'm gonna ask you once more.
Come on, let's go.

We'll be late.
Angelino!

Maybe the car thieves you
work for won't mind you

sitting in San Quentin
three to five years.

But you've got a wife. Look, I know.
I know I've got a wife.

Okay, I'm finished
with him.

How'd you make out with Angelino?
I didn't.

Still afraid
to talk, huh?

Oh. This just came in
from Washington.

Hmm. I'll get
right on it.

Rip, call Martha for me and tell
her I won't be home for dinner.

Yeah, sure.

Although Agent Stewart
has been assigned the Walpo case,

he still continues to
investigate the Angelino file.

Like all agents of the FBI,
Stewart handles

several unrelated cases
at the same time.

Working that night on
his two active cases,

he brought himself up to date
on Joe Walpo's long record

of hijacking, bank robbery,
and murder.

And as he
re-analyzed the history

of interstate car thefts
involving the Angelino boy,

ten miles away, in a quiet
residential neighborhood,

a telephone operator
plugged in his third case.

Hello?

Hello?

Mrs.
Martel]? Yes?

You've got a little
girl named Vicki.

Who is this? You wouldn't want
anything to happen to her.

Would you, Mrs. Martel]?

What do you want?

You just listen.

I want that 10,000 insurance
money your husband left you.

Why, you're insane. You must
be out of your mind! Shut up.

I said you just listen if you
want to keep that kid alive.

I want that money.

I'll tell you later how,
when, and where to take it.

Yeah, Mrs. Martell.

Just a word of advice,

don't tell anyone
about this call,

or I'll kill
your little girl.

Operator?

Mommy! Mommy!

Yes, baby?

Yes?

It's all right.
I had a dream.

Now go back to sleep.

Are you going to bed?
In a little while.

Go to sleep.

Stewart speaking.

I got a phone call
a few minutes ago.

Take your time.

A man said he'd kill my little girl if
I didn't give him my insurance money.

May I have your name,
please, and your address?

Mrs. Catherine Marie".

1157 Samson.

Phone number,
Mrs. Martel]?

It's Dunkirk 2-1199.

He warned me not to call anyone, except...
You did the fight thing.

Where can I see you
in the morning?

Can't you come tonight?

It wouldn't be advisable, Mrs. Martel].

Besides, there's no need
to worry tonight.

Well, you can come
to my office.

I'm a buyer
Ohrbach's.

Fine, I'll be
there at 9:00.

Will you make out a list of everyone you
know and everyone you have dealings with?

Yes, I will.

Mrs. Martell? I assure you we will be
doing everything we can to help you.

Thank you, Mr. Stewart.

Mrs. Martell?

Oh, yes. I'm Zack Stewart, the
agent you talked to last night.

Thank you very much
for coming.

Sit down, please.
Thank you.

It was all
so frightening.

I know, I have a couple
of youngsters myself.

The voice on the phone, Mrs. Martell. Did
it tell you anything about the person?

You know, young or old,
man or woman?

No. No, but I'm sure it was disguised.
It sounded so peculiar.

I keep asking myself, "Who?" All
night long, I kept saying, "Who?"

Who would want to do such a thing?
You spoke of insurance money.

Yes, my husband's.

He was killed in an automobile accident.
He left me $10,000.

Could be anyone
that knows about it.

An acquaintance, even a
repairman or delivery boy.

You have that list I asked you for?
Yes.

You've included everyone? Family,
friends, could be someone close to you.

Oh, no!

No. You must include everyone, Mrs.
Martell.

Have the materials I ordered come in
yet, Kate? You know I was promised.

- All right, Henry, you'll get them tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

You said tomorrow two days ago!
Please, Henry, I'm busy.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

This isn't like me,
going to pieces like this.

But every time
the phone rings, I jump.

This not knowing when
he's going to call again.

That's the pattern of
extortion, Mrs. Martell,

to frighten you to the point
you'll do whatever he wants.

But we won't let him.

I know, I know. You sat on the edge of
your bed and watched her all night.

I did that once when my
little boy had scarlet fever.

I'll be all right.
Sure you will.

But for your own peace of mind, we've
placed your house under surveillance.

Without disturbing the
normal routine of the neighborhood,

Agent Stewart arranged the procurement
of identification on every person

entering or leaving
Kate Martell's apartment.

Agent Stewart received Mrs.
Martall's permission to intercept

every telephone message.

He supervised preparations to take down
the next call from the extortionist

word for word.

Meanwhile, Agent Stewart's attention
was required by his two other cases.

"To all agents.

"Firearm shoot has been arranged for
September 30th."

Too fast for you?
Ripley speaking.

I'd like to speak
to Agent Stewart.

He's not in right now.
Can I help you?

No, I want to speak to him
personally because,

well, it's about
one of his cases.

Well, he'll be back pretty soon.
Can he call you?

No.

And I can't come
to your office.

Can he come here?

Your name, please.

Your name, please.

Brenda Ralles.

Can he come here
about 11:00 tonight?

11:00? Couldn't you make
it a little bit earlier?

Brenda Ralles.

No, not before 11:00.

I'll be alone then.

What's your address?

1210 North Drexel.

1210 North Drexel.

All right, we'll see you
tonight, Miss Ralles.

Hello, Zack.
Hi, Rip.

10:56. That's close
enough, let's go.

Miss Brenda Ralles?

I'm Special Agent Ripley. This is...
No, please go away.

We have an appointment with Brenda
Ralles at this address. No.

- May I come in, please?
- No, leave me alone.

What happened?

I'm with the FBI. Keep
everybody out of the alley.

Yes, sir.

Who was with you
a few minutes ago?

Operator, get me
the police emergency.

Who was it,
Miss Ralles?

This is Ripley, FBI. An agent was killed
in an alley back of 1210 North Drexel.

Right.

The murder
of Agent Stewart

fell under the immediate
jurisdiction of the local police.

Accordingly, Brenda Ralles
was removed to headquarters

where Lieutenant Kuppol of
homicide was unable to pierce

the armor of fear
left by the killer.

Come on, come on,
Miss Ralles.

How much longer do you think
you can try our patience?

Her condition, our best bet is to take
her home and let her get some sleep.

Make her think we've finished with
her while we tail her on the clock.

Frank,

We'll sweat at this as if
Zack had been one of our men.

Fine, Jake.

This was his night
with his kids, too.

Rip?

Yes, sir?

That girl in there, she called
about one of Zack's cases.

But which one?

There's Walpo,
Martell, and, uh...

Angelino.

One of them ties in
with Zack's murder.

The sooner all three cases are concluded,
the sooner we'll know his killer.

I'm turning over those
three cases to you.

Let's call it a night.
Come on.

By morning, Agent
Ripley had thoroughly analyzed

all three of
Zack Stewart's cases.

One of them held a clue
to his killer.

The first to be investigated
was the Joe Walpo case,

in which Agent Stewart had been trying
to develop a lead to the fugitive

through his girlfriend,
Connie Anderson.

FBI.

Okay, you're in.

Bar's over there.
Help yourself.

Thanks.

You Boy Scouts
got names?

Yes, I'm Ripley
and this is Mr. Barker.

- I suppose it's about Joe Walpo.
- That's right.

So why don't you ask the
bloodhound who was here yesterday?

He was killed
last night.

That's tough.

Do you mind if
I put something on?

I don't like men starting
at me before lunch.

I don't care for the eyes.
Or have you gotten that far?

Who killed your pal?

We thought you
could help us on that.

Me, help you?
That'd be good for a laugh.

What time
was he killed?

- 11:00.
- That lets me off.

I was at the stadium,
rooting for Gonzalez.

Poor slob got knocked out
in the last round.

And I was sitting at my usual Wednesday
night seat, row 10, aisle B.

Everybody there saw me.

You can't pin
anything on me.

And now that
business is over,

maybe we can get
a little informal.

Yeah, let's talk
about Walpo.

Look, Buster, to begin with,
you're supposed to phone up!

I was nice enough
to let you in.

Like I told that guy yesterday,
Joe Walpo's only a name to me.

So go on and beat it! There's a lot I'd
rather do than waste my time talking to you.

Walpo put your name on the prison's
records to notify in case of illness.

So what?

- He gives you presents.
- All right.

Maybe you're the type.

You'd understand.

Try me.

You said he gave me presents.
Well, sure, he did.

I knew where the presents were coming from and
I didn't want to stop him or his presents.

You know why?
Why?

You're a kid living in a five-buck
hall closet with a straw mattress.

And a guy like Joe Walpo
looks at you.

You fall hard.

You think it'll last forever, like one
of them watches you don't have to wind.

Oh, Buster.

I sure done
a lot of winding.

Phone us when you hear
from Walpo, will you?

Sure.
Thanks.

For what?
Oh, uh...

One more question,
Miss Anderson.

Yeah?

Who is Brenda Ralles?

I never watch
those quiz shows.

You don't know her? Nope.

The second of Agent Stewart's
cases revolved around Vince Angeline,

the boy who chose to go
to the federal penitentiary

rather than reveal the names of the
car-stealing gang who hired him.

Pizza?
Lasagna.

NARRATOR". Agent Stewart had been trying to
get to Angelino through his wife, Julie.

Mrs. Angeline?
Yes?

We're from the FBI. We'd like
to talk to you. Come in.

I'm Mr. Barker,
this is Mr. Ripley.

Hello.
How do you do?

Would you
come inside?

Thank you.
Thank you.

I understand one of our agents
talked to you yesterday.

Yes, Mr. Stewart did.

Won't you sit down?

Mr. Stewart was killed last night.
Killed?

Not because
of my husband?

We don't know yet. That's why
we'd like to have your help.

We'd like to have you recall your
conversation with him, if you can.

He was so,
so understanding.

I'm so sorry
to hear it.

Did he have
a family?

A wife and two kids.

Poor woman.

I'll tell you just
what I told him.

My husband didn't
steal the car.

I think you must have told him a little
bit more than that, Mrs. Angelino.

I've gone over it
again and again,

hoping that I would find something
that would prove he's innocent.

That night,
when it happened,

Vince was nervous.

Worried.

So many bills to pay,
and out of his job.

He thought he would sleep better
if he got some fresh air.

He walked down
to the drugstore.

You probably don't care about
small things like that.

That's where you're wrong. Any
small detail will help us.

Well, a little later, Mrs.
Tellini knocked on the door.

She has a phone.

Vince had called her to tell me
he met a man at the drugstore.

The man had offered him $50
to drive a car to Las Vegas.

What man,
what was his name?

Mr. Stewart
asked me that.

If Vince had told me
anything about the man,

what he looked like,

or his name or anything.

And I told him, "No, Vince had never
heard of him before he called."

When you talked
to Mr. Stewart,

did he say anything that might lead you to think
that he had a clue to the man's identity?

No. I don't
remember anything.

But I keep praying
that you find the man.

Because when you do, it will
prove that Vince was innocent.

Dear, I didn't think!

The sun must be right
in your eyes.

Sorry. It was very
inconsiderate of me.

How long have you been
blind, Mrs. Angelino?

Since I was 14.

Must be kinda difficult
here all by yourself.

No. It's just this
waiting for Vince to come back.

Thank you for
your cooperation.

Do you know a woman by the
name of Brenda Ralles?

Brenda Ralles?
No, I'm sure I don't.

Thank you.
Good-bye.

Mr' Ripley?
Yes? I

Please be careful.

If somebody killed Mr. Stewart because
he came here and talked to me,

then you could
be in danger.

Well, thank you very much, Mrs.
Angelino. I'll be careful.

Good-bye.

Agent Stewart's third case dealt
with the target of an extortionist.

Mrs. Martell?

Are you Mr. Ripley?
That's right.

I was stunned when I heard about Mr.
Stewart's death.

You don't believe it had anything to
do with... Oh, we don't know yet.

I hope the fish and chips are
as good as they used to be.

Now go on and enjoy your lunch, will you?
Thank you.

That list you
gave Mr. Stewart.

You sure you didn't leave
anybody off of it?

No, I don't
believe so, I...

What's the matter?
Is somebody coming?

Yes, and he'll probably
want to join us.

All right. Relax
now, just take it easy.

Kate! Well, well,
Small World Department!

Hello, Dave.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to butt in.

Oh, that's all right.
My name is Ripley.

Millson. Dave Millson.

I was just talking over my new
fall line with Mrs. Martell here.

You can join us, that is,
if you're not a competitor.

Me?

I can't tell a hem from a
gusset, whatever a gusset is.

Dave is a friend
of the family.

Yep, good old Dave, friend of the family!
That's me.

Well, I won't horn in. I hope
you make a sale, Mr. Ripley.

Thanks very much.
So long, Kate.

So long, Dave.

Dave Millson, real estate broker,
bachelor, friend of your husband.

You must have
memorized the list.

By the way,

do you now a girl by the
name of Brenda Ralles?

Brenda Ralles?

No, I don't
believe I know her.

Oh, I didn't. I tell you, I didn't!
Look, I'll meet you in half an hour.

Three cases,
one murder,

and Agent Ripley had yet to link
Brenda Ralles to one of these cases,

which were
within his jurisdiction.

Therefore, the girl, the principal
lead to the murder of Agent Stewart,

was still under the surveillance
of the police department.

This is the latest in
two-way stretching.

I'd like to
try it on.

Surely. The dressing rooms
are right over there.

Yes, I know.

May I
help you, sir?

Uh, yeah.
Give me one of those.

What size does
your wife wear?

It's not for my wife.

Oh?

Uh, say, is there another exit to
that dressing room over there?

Yes, there's
a back stairway.

It's a great place to lose
her, in a girdle department.

You didn't stop to try one on, did you?
You could use one.

Look, Jake, I lost her
in a dressing room.

Suddenly he
gets modest.

I'll talk to you later.

Yes, sir.

Sorry, Rip. Grant's
really a good man.

Yeah, great.

Get me Harrison.

If you need any more men, I...
It's all right.

Harry, how many men
you got out on Ralles?

Six cars.

That's not enough. What are you
saving up for? An earthquake?

Look, I want the all points, hot and heavy.
Now get on it!

I'm coming. I'm coming.
Just a minute.

I'll take that, Mrs.
Downes. Hello?

Mommy!

Who?

Wrong number.

Mommy!

Yes, baby?

Look!

Well, what is it?

It's a picture of you.

Oh! Well, it looks
just like me.

But it isn't
finished yet.

Oh, so it isn't.

I tell you what, you finish it while
Mommy gets ready for dinner, huh?

Uncle Max,
I asked you to knock.

You'd think I was a stranger,
instead of a member of the family.

What is it now?

That old hag
you call a housekeeper...

What about her?

You should get rid of her, Katherine. You
know, me and Vicki were doing all right...

Vicki's a little girl. She
needs a woman's attention.

The way she bosses the house when you're
not around, treats me like an outsider...

Look, Uncle Max, I work hard all
clay long, I need Mrs. Downes.

Wasting Bill's insurance
money that way.

But at least I'm not
wasting it on horses.

Does that bother you?

Never seemed
to bother Bill.

You needn't set a place for me tonight.
I know when I'm not welcome.

Mrs. Downes? Mrs. Downes?

If Uncle Max ever wants to take Vicki
somewhere when I'm not at home,

anyplace,

she's not to go.

You understand?

I understand.

And so the little princess
lived happily ever after.

Now you go to sleep and I'll see you
tomorrow morning at breakfast. All right?

Good night.

Who is it?

It's Dave.

Am I early? Well, you better
hurry up and get dressed.

Honey, anything goes tonight.
You name it.

The Coconut Grove, a show,
the Palladium, Ocean Park,

or we can stay right here,
make popcorn and hold hands.

I'm sorry Dave, I completely
forgot about our date.

Oh?

It's been one of those days.
I feel kind of low.

Well, all the more reason I should
stick around and cheer you up.

Well, Dave, I... I just
wouldn't b good company.

Now you don't have
to do a thing.

I'll pop the corn, show
you my best card trick...

Can I take
a rain check?

I'm a great
little cheerer-upper!

Please, Dave.

Okay.

But, before I go,
let me tell you the news.

I sold a house in Brentwood.
Biggest deal so far.

That's fine, Dave.
That's just fine.

Well, aren't you going to
congratulate me?

I'd have rather you
fought me off, Katie.

Anything but
you just standing there.

That's all right. Mrs.
Downes will clean it up.

You're really sore,
aren't you?

Let's say I won't be
if you go now.

And let's say I just
had one too many.

Let's say that,
and all is forgiven.

Nice going, Katie.

You break the date, and I have
to be the one who's forgiven.

Dave, I...

Good evening, Kate.
Oh, hello Alex. Come in.

Anything wrong?
No. No.

You just surprised me,
that's all.

Martha told me to return
the sugar she borrowed.

Oh, thanks, but she
needn't have bothered you.

This is something wrong,
isn't there?

I had another argument
with Uncle Max.

I know, Kate.

I realize he's an old man, and he did
help us get started, bought us furniture.

Has he ever
let you forget it?

If only he'd
stop complaining.

He's got his health, makes enough
money to lose on the horses.

Let him find some
other place to live.

I don't know, I...
I suppose you're right.

See? I'm the kind of man who can work out
everybody's problems except his own.

Well, I better get back. Martha's
got one of her crying spells again,

only worse. Keeps telling
me to ask for a raise.

A raise.
A lot she knows.

A bookkeeper my age
can only ask for so much.

That's true, Alex.

Hm. We'll be seeing you, Kate. Oh,
by the way, I know a good stock.

Oh, thanks Alex, but I think
I'll keep the money in the bank.

That's the safest thing.
Good night, Kate.

Good night, Alex.

This is everything
she owned, Jake.

Didn't find a photograph, a letter,
nothing. She played it solo.

Say, we're all finished
with you, Mr. Werker.

Oh, I thought I'd wait around for the
reporters and the photographers.

They may want to
take my picture.

The Chronicle's down the street two blocks.

That was an awful shock, you know,
finding her body. I'm not a well man.

I fell off a roof once, and all my
insides got shoved up two inches.

My stomach's up against my liver, my
liver's up against my gall bladder,

my gall bladder's between
my stomach and my lungs.

Besides
which, got a bad heart.

Yeah?

You think they'd want
to take my picture?

After all, a sick man like
me finding that girl, huh?

I'd certainly
think so.

Thanks George.

You ought to see my x-rays. Doctor
says he doesn't know why I'm alive.

Yeah.

That was ballistics.

The bullet they took from Brenda
Ralles was fired from a .357 Magnum,

the same gun
that killed Zack.

Three cases,
two murders,

and the only known killer connected
to those cases was Joe Walpo.

Miss Anderson was placed under an
around-the-clock surveillance.

And even in the seclusion
of her own apartment,

when her actions could
only be surmised,

every move she made
was of possible significance.

The wastepaper from
Miss Anderson's apartment

was segregated
and picked up daily.

The FBI wanted that piece
of giftwrapping.

It was forwarded
to Washington.

Skilled technicians
took it in charge.

They unearthed a single
fingerprint, Joe Walpo's.

Another clue was hidden
in the watermark.

The FBI has 17,000
watermarks on file.

Each one is the signature
of the manufacturer.

The giftwrapping bore the imprint
of the Northco Paper Company,

a small plant devoted
exclusively to gift wrappings.

At the Northco plant, an agent
questioned the superintendent.

This paper was rolled sometime
between September 1st and 12th.

How can you tell?
From the watermark.

Can you tell me where you sold this
particular roll? Sure thing. Excuse me.

NARRATOR". The search for Joe
Walpo by scientific analysis

was but one method
being employed by the FBI.

At the same time,
Agents Ripley and Barker

undertook to reach the fugitive
through another method,

their precise understanding of
human emotions and weaknesses.

Well, if it isn't
Buster again.

I was beginning
to feel neglected.

I'm alone,
Rover-boy,

Now, if only
you were.

Have a drink?
No thanks.

Make yourself
comfortable.

Thank you.

Look, let's save time.

I don't know any more about
your Walpo than I did before.

We didn't say you did.

As a matter of fact,
we owe you an apology.

Come again?

You see, we were going along on the theory
that you're still Walpo's girlfriend.

We were wrong. A couple
of things had us fooled.

One, you never went out
with other men in this town.

Well, who told you that?

We figured you were afraid
Walpo would find out about it.

I go out.
I go out plenty.

He still sends you presents.

Why not?

Joe doesn't forget
an old friend.

An old friend?

No...

No, that's right,
he doesn't.

What do you
think you're doing?

You know, it's funny how a
man's taste changes with time.

This was a girl who was questioned
in Denver a couple of days ago.

What am I supposed to do,
break out in a rash?

No. I just thought maybe you were
still interested in Joe's activities.

That's all right.
Here. Take a look.

She's cafe society.

That's funny. I always
thought Joe liked blondes.

You can paste her on your wall.
She's not my type.

Oh?

Would you like to hear
something very interesting?

This is an
official transcription of an interview

with Miss Barbara Carmichael recorded in
the Federal Building in Denver, Colorado.

Do you mind?

Anything for a laugh.

Thank you for coming
here voluntarily, Miss Carmichael.

We appreciate it.

Not at all.

MAN". State your full name
and address, please.

Barbara Carmichael.
112 Westview Drive.

Do you live alone
at that address?

Yes,
ever since college.

MAN". I'll show you a photograph
of Joe Walpo, Miss Carmichael.

Can you identify it?

Of course, only I knew him
under the name of Joe Allen.

Since then I've discovered
who he really was.

MAN". How did you
come to meet him?

Oh, at one nightclub or another.
We became very good friends.

For how long?

WOMAN". Two or three months.

During that time,
he was your houseguest?

You might
call it that.

- Turn that thing off!
- Miss Carmichael...

You heard me, turn it off! MAN: I'll show
you a dated bill for a topaz necklace.

You dirty creeps.
I wish you were both dead.

Turn it off!

When did you last
see him, Miss Carmichael?

Yeah, Connie,

when was the last time
you saw Walpo?

When was the last time
you saw any man?

Get out, you lousy crumbs.
Get out of here!

This is Perry, report to Ripley
we're following subject on freeway,

heading towards
Civic Center.

Yes, yes, it's
very well made.

Let me demonstrate in a crowd.
Any ordinary crowd will do.

I'm sorry, I didn't
know you were busy.

Oh, I'm glad you're here. Mr.
Hogarth, meet Agent Barker.

An honor and a
privilege, Mr. Barker.

Yes. Mr. Hogarth invented this...
This... Well, this.

Works on the same principle as a
Geiger counter only it finds spies,

and when it does, this light,
this one right here, lights up.

Yes, yes, even people
I never suspected.

My wife's mother.
My next door neighbor.

The man who came to
see me about my taxes.

I get a light on all of them.

Income tax man, huh?
That's very interesting.

Ripley speaking.

I think it's working, Rip.

We tailed her to
the subway terminal

where she's just boarded
the Number 3 interurban.

Fine. We'll pick
you up en route.

Mr. Hogarth, I'm sorry.
We're going to have to run.

Now you take that to
the patent office.

They'll give you all
the information you need.

I think it's wonderful.
I wish we had one.

We're following north on
Glendale, now passing Oak.

We'll pick you up at Court Street.
You drop off there.

End of the line.

An isolated path in the outermost
suburbs of a sprawling city.

Joe?
It's Connie.

It's Connie, Joe.

What are you doing here?

I had to see you, Joe.

I told you I'd let you know
when you were supposed to come.

Nobody followed me here.
I'm sure of it.

I couldn't
wait any longer.

Aren't you glad
to see me?

I'll let you know.

Joe, remember me?
Connie?

That was a dumb
trick, coming here.

I know.

But it's been
a long time, Joe.

What's that?

Let me go!
Let go of me!

FBI, Walpo. Come out
with your hands up.

No!

Oh, Joe!

Oh, Joe.

Don't touch me.

Joe Walpo's
file was closed.

It's ugly record listed
a score of known crimes.

But the FBI proved that on the
night of Agent Stewart's murder,

Walpo was in Las Vegas.

This narrowed the search
for his killer down to

the cases involving Vince
Angelino and Kate Martel].

Hello?

Hello, Mrs. Martel]-

Been waiting to
hear from me?

What do you want me to do?

Okay. Get the money in small bills.
Nothing bigger than twenties.

Take it to
the Hillview Cemetery.

Cemetery?

Arrive there
at exactly 12:00.

Park 100 yards from
the entrance.

I'll be watching you.

Yes.

Then go in the cemetery and
take the path to the right.

It leads to the
Williams mausoleum.

Wait there five minutes,
then return to your car.

Where do you want me
to put the money?

I'll contact you.
And listen, bring your kid.

Oh, no.

And leave her in the car while
you're waiting at the mausoleum.

I couldn't do that.

Nothing will happen to her
if you play ball.

You're not afraid
of cemeteries, are you?

You will be
if you call the police.

No mother can be expected
to do what he asks.

Leave a child alone
in a car at midnight?

I can't do it.
No mother could.

Tell me something.

What?

Do they make these things up
for children's clothes too?

Well, yes.

Why don't you borrow
one from the store,

wrap it in a blanket.
It's going to be dark.

Well, he might be watching
the apartment when I leave.

It's a possibility.

But if you're carrying something
in a blanket at night...

I'm afraid I'm going to crack
up tonight, Mr. Ripley.

I'll bet you another
lunch you don't.

Don't answer it.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

Line busy, honey?

Oh, it's...
It's all right.

Now remember
what I told you.

Don't answer the phone and
don't open the door for anyone.

No, I won't. But what about the old man?
He has a key.

Well, I'll be home
long before Uncle Max.

Oh, well, that's fine, honey. You run
along and have yourself a good time.

You can depend on...
Well, what on Earth?

Well, I'll explain later. Be an
angel and don't ask questions.

And we sure and bolt
the door after me.

Kate!

Where are you going at
this time of night?

I'll be right back.

Can I be of help?
No thanks, I can manage.

Five minutes have elapsed. Victim
should be returning to car.

You take it.
All right.

Pardon me, miss.

Can you tell me where Logan
Boulevard comes in around here?

No, I can't.

Maybe you know where
Fordham Boulevard is?

No, I...
I don't know.

Hey, it's kind of late
for a pretty little girl

like you to be running
around all alone, isn't it?

Maybe I can give
you a lift someplace.

I'm waiting for a friend.

Maybe I'm that friend
you're waiting for.

Are you?
Well, sure.

Look, honey, supposing you
and I go out someplace,

and have a couple of
drinks, some laughs...

Look, lady, I was only kidding,
I didn't mean anything by it...

It's all right,
Mrs. Martell.

He never showed up.

He never showed up.

He didn't intend to.

That's the extortionist's
pattern, to terrorize you.

Come on.

Come on,
I'll drive you home.

Mrs. Angeline?
Yes?

I've got a
message for you.

I'm a friend of
your husband.

A friend of Vince?

Oh, please come in.

Come in.
You first.

What do you
hear from Vince?

He's fine,
he wrote me yesterday.

You have a message for me?
Could I see the letter?

Mrs. Tellini has it. I'll get it.
Never mind.

Just tell me
what was in it.

The usual.

He's feeling fine.
He helps in the library.

Yeah, yeah, what else
did he say?

You said you had
a message for me.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Why did you
lock the door?

These letters you're writing Vince.
They're no good for him.

They may start him thinking.
He may think too much.

And if he does, I'll shove
a knife in his back.

Help me up,
will you please?

I feel...
What's the matter?

What are you doing?

I'm sorry, I can't see.

Don't you say a word.

Julie,
are you home?

About those letters.

I don't like what
you put in them.

I'll write what I want!

I don't go for this blind stuff.
To me you're just another broad.

Now, you're gonna do
what I tell you. No!

I've warned you!

All right.

You quit filling Vince
with all that rubbish,

or the next time I'll
really work you over!

Do you think that you could possibly
describe him to us in some way?

He was tall, about 6'2",
and weighed around 195.

How do you know that?

Um... I could tell his height by where his
voice came from when I stood close to him.

And that board in front of my door
squeaks at 160 and gets louder.

A hundred and... eighty.

Your scales are off
four pounds.

Do you think you could
guess his age?

Oh, about 35.

Anything else?

Yes, he had a deep scar
on his right cheek.

And his hair was greasy
and cut very short.

He was wearing a tweed sport
coat that must have cost a lot.

I smelled it...
And I felt it, too.

And another thing.
I think he is a fighter.

Why do you say that?

His left ear was...

You know...
Oh, cauliflowered.

Yes. Well, that should do us.
Thank you.

Mrs. Angelino, we oughta find a
place for you in our office.

You're gonna stay with Mrs.
Tellini tonight, aren't you?

Well, if you say so.

But don't be afraid.
I'm not.

Goodbye.

He's about 35, 6'2".

Weighs around 195 pounds,
got a butch haircut.

Scar on his right cheek and
his left ear is cauliflowered.

Might be in your racket.
I don't know him.

I don't know him, either.

He goes in for fancy clothes,
sometimes wears a tweed sport coat.

Oh yeah, and he
cuts his hair short.

Sorry, champ,
doesn't ring a bell.

He weighs about 195
pounds, stands 6'2".

He's got a scar on his right cheek
and a cauliflowered left ear.

Yeah, I know the guy.

He used to fight for Lynn's
a couple of years ago.

Wouldn't train,
so I dropped him.

What's his name?

You offering a reward?

Nah.

Too bad.

Nothing like a reward to
encourage good citizenship.

Thanks for the lesson in civics.
What's his name?

Just kidding.

Oh.

His name's
Matty Pavelich.

Used to live at 1701 Prather
Street, apartment 3.

Thanks.

Look, I know my rights. You can't
go picking up a guy for no reason.

You didn't pay Angelino fifty dollars
to drive a car, a car that was stolen?

Ah, go fry an egg.

I told you, no. What is this, a frame?
Who's this Angelino guy?

What would I be doing with stolen cars?
My nose is clean.

Keep me here much
longer and a lawyer

will slap a sweet lawsuit against
you guys for false arrest.

We haven't arrested you, Mr. Pavelich. We
just wanted to ask you some questions.

Okay, okay, so you questioned me. I
don't know nothing from nothing, now...

Do you know why you've been
brought here, Mr. Angelino?

No.

Speak up, son. You have
nothing to be afraid of.

I want you to take a good look at that fellow
right over there and tell us who he is.

Go on, walk right up to him.

Don't be afraid.

I never saw him
in my life.

Okay, you guys
satisfied'?

Your frame didn't work.
Now let me out of here!

The kid don't know me
and I don't know him.

He paid you to drive a stolen car and he's
a member of a gang that's been hustling

hot cars across the state line only you
didn't know, isn't that the truth?

No, I never
saw him before.

Okay, take him back up.

Come on.

Okay, you got nothing
on me, can I go?

No, the LA police want to talk to you about
that gal you beat up the other night.

You're crazy, what gal?

Turned out to be pretty serious, Pavelich.
Medical reports show

two fractured ribs, a possible ruptured
spleen and multiple bruises on the face.

Jake Kuppol doesn't like
assault and battery.

You're in a real jam,
Pavelich. She identified you.

Well, you're crazy,
she couldn't, she's...

Blind.

What?

Yeah, she's blind.

What did you do
to my wife, huh?

What did
you do to my wife?

Huh? I'll kill him!
I'll kill him!

All right.

All right, take it easy, kid.
Take it easy.

Angelino.

Do you want to make
a statement?

You bet I do.

You bet I do!

All right, Greg,
take him out of here.

Come on.

That kid don't know
what he's talking about.

I'll admit nothing. This is a frame up.
You guys don't scare me.

Let's get back
to you, Pavelich.

What about
Thursday night?

Thursday night?

What do you mean,
Thursday night?

Look, you guys
don't scare me.

Where were you
Thursday night?

Thursday night again.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

We're talking about you. One of our
men was killed Thursday night.

Where were you Thursday?

I... I didn't
kill no fed.

I wasn't even in
California on Thursday.

I was in Arizona,
shovin' hot cars.

Look, I swear I was.

I was in Arizona on a job. I've
got five witnesses to prove it.

Sit down.

Hey.

Do I have to go back?

We'll talk about that after
you've made your statement.

In there.

Julie.

I'll wire Washington
right away.

Many thanks.

Phoenix police confirm Pavelich's story.
They just picked up three of the gang.

Congratulations, Rip.
Thanks.

The presence of
Pavelich in Phoenix, Arizona

on the night of Agent Stewart's
killing was definitely confirmed.

That left one open file.

The Martel! case.

Agent Stewart's killer and the extortionist
has to be one and the same person.

Intensifying his efforts, Agent
Ripley reviewed all information.

These are the people connected with Mrs.
Martell's daily life,

seen leaving
her apartment.

First one,

Max Charles Martell.

Her late husband's uncle,
works as a night watchman.

In 1937 he was acquitted
of a bunko charge.

In 1938 he was tried and acquitted of
attempting to defraud Mrs. Bella Block.

Habits, irregular.

Alex Shurck.

Bookkeeper and neighbor
of the victim.

Earns $86 a week.

His only tangible assets?
His car and furniture.

The Merchant's Credit Association
considers him a good risk.

Habits? Irregular.

Dave Millson.
Real estate broker.

Friend of the victim
and her late husband.

Dresses expensively and
lives beyond his means.

Has been seen in the company of women
with known records of soliciting.

Habits? Irregular.

Louis Callow, postman.

Married eighteen years,
has three children.

Habits? Very regular.

Thank you very much.
You're welcome.

Hmm.

That's pretty classy.

Who sent it?
Mr. Ripley.

You remember him, you met him
at the town and country.

Who's he trying
to impress?

I'm getting her the
largest doll I can find.

I wonder where I can hide
it before Vicki gets home.

Well, how about
the Shurks'?

Oh, no, I don't wanna bother Alex. You know,
he lost his job after all these years.

Well, don't worry. I'll take care of
it and bring it to the party tomorrow.

Thanks, Dave.

You know, you can be pretty
sweet when you want to be.

I'll bet you have a lot
of fun at a keyhole.

Well, so long, Katie. I'll stop by
early tomorrow to help you out.

You sure you don't want to stay for dinner?
No, thanks very much.

So long, Dave.
Bye.

Hm. How you can cuddle up to that
Millson fellow, I don't know.

It's none of your
business, Uncle Max.

Three to one he's after
Bill's insurance money.

You're a great one to talk. Me?
I only wanted a few...

You listen to me.

Stop walking
into my bedroom

and stop interfering
with Mrs. Downes,

and stop poking your nose
into my personal life.

Bother me once more and you move
out of this house, and I mean it.

I mean every word I say.

I should have said
it a long time ago.

Leave me alone.

There you are.

- Here you go.
- Momma, look!

Thanks, Rip.

You can't imagine how glad I am
that you could come with us today.

You see all those pigeons
right over there?

Well, I see a lot of them.
Go get one for me, will you?

I needed company.

Yeah, so did I.

You know, it's funny.

I never could figure out people working
around their house on weekends,

or in the garden.
Not me, I like my job,

I like to work 24 hours around the clock.
Just can't relax, that's all.

I'll be glad when
I can relax again.

Everything's getting
to be such a chore.

I even wonder if I should go ahead
with Vicki's birthday party.

I wish you would. It'd be a
great help to us if you did.

All right.

Quiet now,
everybody.

It's time for our birthday girl
to blow out those candles.

And you've gotta make
a great, big wish!

And make it
a good one!

Have you made it? Go ahead,
dear, blow them out.

You blow them out.

You can do it yourself! All you have
to do is a great big huff and a puff.

One, two, three...
Hurray!

At Agent Ripley's direction,
fingerprints were taken off the glasses

used by the guests at the party, to be
forwarded by telephoto to Washington.

The guests' conversation was recorded, to
be delivered to an expert on semantics

for comparison with the recording of the
telephone call from the extortionist.

Now, as you know, the science
of semantics can determine with

rather a high degree of accuracy the
identity of one individual in a group

by breaking down the various word patterns
used by each individual in that group

and then comparing
the results.

Now, I've just finished my preliminary
work on the Martell birthday party,

and I'm ready to compare
sentences, phrases and words

used by guests
A, B, C, D and E.

Hello, Mrs. Martell speaking.

You've
been talking to the FBI.

Did you hear me?
Yes.

I know everything
that's going on.

Monday the kid was at the
playground with the old lady.

Tuesday, at the dentist.

Wednesday she went with the old
lady to the market, didn't she?

And last Sunday in the park.
Remember the rubber ball?

I could have killed her then.
Or don't you believe me?

Yes.

Okay, then write this down, and
this time don't tell the FBI.

If you really love your
little girl, get the dough.

Only tens and twenties.

Go half a mile up
Deronda Drive.

Be there at 2:00.
Get it?

2:00, Deronda Drive.

Park at the
"Slow Grade" sign.

You'll see a pile of stones.
Look under the stones.

Got it?

Yes.

Remember.
Keep your mouth shut.

Mrs. Downes?
What on Earth!

Is Vicki asleep?
Yes.

I've got to talk to you.

Well, what's the matter,
what's the trouble?

Somebody might kill her if I don't
give them my insurance money.

Oh, no! Who?

I don't know. He called me a half hour ago and
he wants me to bring the money to him now.

He wants me to go a half
mile up Deronda Drive.

Now, let's analyze the various expressions
used by guests A, B, C, D and E at the party

and compare them to the peculiar
intensifiers used by the extortionist.

One moment, Professor.

Pace speaking.

Yes, Mr. Cooper.

Thank you very much.
We appreciate it.

Rip, that was the head cashier at the bank.
Kate Martell just drew out all her money.

Let's go, Greg. Excuse
us, Professor Wilson.

Where'd she go,
Mrs. Downes?

Out.
We know that, but where?

She didn't say.

We know you're devoted to her, but
right now her life might be in danger.

Oh, no!
Every minute counts.

She said half a mile
up Deronda Drive.

Deronda, let's go.

The similarity of the expressions
between the extortionist and subject A

leads us to feel there is a
strong possibility that

subject A is your
extortionist, gentlemen.

From Washington.

"Number three print from birthday party
identical to print of Thomas Gibson.

"Questioned on extortion
charge, Cleveland, 1946.

"Using alias Joe Connors, questioned
extortion in the assault of woman,

"Philadelphia, 1948.

"Using alias Fred Thompson, questioned
extortion and blackmail of woman,

"Boston 1950."

Number three print belongs
to subject A, Professor.

Victim reported heading up Deronda
Drive, we're following. Out.

Did a green Chevy coupe pass by
here, a young lady driving it?

Yeah, matter of fact
she stopped here for a bit.

Where'd she go?

See that sign?
Thanks, let's go.

Dave!

That's right, Kate.

Good old Dave,
friend of the family.

Only I never really
knew your husband.

I first heard of him when I read
that he'd left you $10,000.

You've given me
a bad time, Kate.

I had to kill Brenda Ralles and
an FBI man to get to this money.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

I won't tell anyone,
I promise.

I never take chances. Let
me go, I won't tell anyone!

Help, let me go!

Mr. Germain will drive
you home, come on.

Rip, I don't know
what to say.

Just don't say
anything. Here.

Thanks.

Let's go, Rip.

Sometimes you meet some
nice people in this business.