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Announcing arrival of flight 405 from Seattle and Portland at gate 10.

Men are in position.

We'll pick up Riker just before he gets to the terminal building.

Make it quiet and fast, Ed. He's probably armed.

Chief, there's a gang of reporters here. What are they doing here?

How did this leak to the press?

That's what I started to tell you. I just found out Vivian Page was on the

too. And who's Vivian Page?

An actress.

Just made a big hit in her first movie.

I'll say she did.

Hello!

Well, that's all we need. Lights, camera, and a little action.

Hello, gentlemen. How are you?

Maybe we'll get lucky if Riker's among the last to leave.

There he is.

All right, pick him up, Ed.

Ow!

I mean, but labeled.

Not even labeled.

Riker came down to here. I saw something that scared him.

Pushed that actress into me about here and ran around this way into the plane.

He couldn't possibly have seen us.

Or me, till I was right on top of him.

He was facing this way as he came out of the plane.

Then why did he bolt?

I prefer questions that have answers.

Hopefully the morgue had some.

Some what?

Questions. Answers.

Did you find anything in the clothes Riker was wearing?

The usual.

Loose change.

About a hundred dollars in bill.

A pen. Small notebook. Blank. Oh, come on, Eve.

And a return trip ticket. That's it.

Well, there's a safety deposit box with a quarter of a million in stolen money.

There has to be a key.

What was it on him?

Tip said he'd be in to pick up the money. He came in. I'm inclined to

the rest of it.

What name was he using?

You ready?

Smith.

Did he have a return reservation or an open -end ticket?

He's booked on a flight three days from now.

All right. Start checking hotels for reservations.

For Smith?

They don't all stay for three days.

Mark, maybe you can help us. Call the newspapers and television stations. I

every foot of film that was shot at the airport.

And every still.

Ed, before Riker broke and ran, he spoke to that actress, didn't he?

Yes, right about here.

All right, talk to her. Find out what he said.

Then stick close to her for a while.

Pleasure. Any special reason?

Sure.

Riker started his career as a pickpocket.

It's as easy to plant something as it is to remove it. Why on her particularly?

Contact, first of all.

He wouldn't have picked anyone he couldn't find later.

Wouldn't be hard to track her down.

Don't get along.

Sit straight. She's not that gorgeous.

Yes, she is.

Yes, she is.

Yes? Miss Page, please.

Yes? I'd like to talk to her.

Oh, I didn't recognize you.

Well, I'm me. What can I do for you?

Police, Miss Page. I'd just like to ask you a few questions.

I just got in town. Don't tell me I busted the law already. No, no. It has

with what happened at the airport this afternoon.

Oh, sure.

Come on in.

I'll be with you in just a sec.

Let me see here.

It was ripped. Can you have it fixed?

Oh, yes, Miss Page.

There you go.

Thank you, Miss Page.

Just a minute, please.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry, Miss Page.

All right, thank you very much.

I guess I owe you an explanation.

It has to do with that man at the airport.

Oh. Well, just a second here.

About $1.

Oh,

this is for the studio. This trip is on them, and I want back every cent.

Well, sit down.

Thank you.

Do you mind if I use a chair?

Standard police procedure or establishment hang -up.

Newly pressed pants.

An honest cop.

Who would have thought?

You don't like cops.

Want some coffee?

Yeah, if it's no trouble.

Oh, it's no trouble. It's right here.

You say when, huh?

When. Thank you.

What would you like to know?

This man at the airport, did you know him?

Never saw him before he bumped into me.

Oh.

You're the guy I fell on.

Now I know why you didn't recognize me.

If you tell anyone how nearsighted I am, the studio will sue you.

You could see all right at the airport.

Oh, those are contact lenses.

Studio insists, but I get rid of them as soon as I can. Looks like the rest of

the stuff they make me wear.

Now, what about that guy?

Did you talk to him on the plane?

No. He wasn't up front with us.

He said something when he bumped into you.

Oh, all he said was, excuse me, or something like that.

And then he asked me if I was okay.

Okay? Camera sticking in my face, microphone shoved down my mouth,

couldn't even hear, let alone answer, and he wants to know if I'm okay.

A star ought to be used to that by now.

I'm no star.

Mr. Webber's trying to make me into one, that's all.

Mr. Webber?

My producer.

What else would you like to know?

We're sure this man was carrying a certain key.

It wasn't found on him.

You think he gave it to me?

Well, he could have slipped it to you without your knowing it.

Would you have a look?

Well, you already checked my coat.

What about the purse?

Be my guest.

Hey, what did this guy do anyway?

Filled a bank messenger and ran off with a quarter of a million dollars.

And now he's dead.

There's nothing here.

Well, I won't keep you any longer.

Oh, it's no rush.

You'll be wanting to get ready for dinner.

Hey, that's right.

You know of a good place for a hot pastrami sandwich?

Well, they don't have to deliver.

I just like to get out and look around.

Yeah, but aren't you... Well, I mean, I thought... What?

Well, from what I hear about movie stars... Oh, right.

Out on the town every night.

They signed up with 50 men.

What really happens is that each of those guys always thinks the others beat

out, so nobody ever calls, except for some poor creep from the publicity

who figures they get paid for overtime.

I don't suppose you'd like to have dinner with me.

I thought you'd never ask.

Sure I will.

All right.

I'll change, make a reservation at Ernie's and be back to pick... Why do

have to change?

We can go just like this.

I don't bother with a big fancy restaurant.

Don't you know of some nice little place near the water?

As a matter of fact, I do.

You sure the studio wouldn't want you to walk around dressed like that?

Dressed like this?

Well, who's going to know I'm Vivian Page?

Let me get my coat. Okay.

I thank you, sir. Oh, please.

Oh, hey, what's your name?

Brown. Ed Brown.

Edward Brown. If you don't like it, blame my parents. I like it. It fits

It's good, solid, clean -cut American type. In other words, straight.

Oh, I suspect a few little sneaky curbs here and there.

All right, how about if I get off the grill now and give you a chance?

What's it like being an actress?

I used to be an actress.

Not a bad one, either.

Did a couple nice things on Broadway.

Then came Mr.

Webber. Let's make a movie, Webber.

Anyway, it was a good script.

And I could say a couple of important things in it.

So I took it.

And the picture's hitting big, and guess what Webber's doing? Playing, I

discovered her. That's what he's doing.

Except he doesn't have the honesty to tell them.

That he hired me because my price was cheap.

No, success.

Big contract with the studio, money, fame.

Makeup, hairdo, dumb personal appearances.

If it's so bad, why do you do it?

I guess everybody does something they don't like very much.

Look at you.

What about me?

Well, you can't tell me you enjoy being a cop, can you?

I mean...

Using a gun and dealing with all those sorry people.

No, I don't like that part of it.

It takes more.

Like what?

Well, like taking care of a city I love.

Helping protect people.

Helping them live in peace and security.

Oh, some peace and security.

I wasn't in your city five minutes when that guy got killed at the airport.

I didn't kill him.

I know you didn't.

It isn't that I dislike cops.

I guess I just object to what they stand for.

Forth. Violence.

Well, let's not talk about it now. Let's live it up before I have to go put on

that Vivian Page head and go to that film festival tomorrow. Hey, I like that

Vivian Page head.

Which one?

Both of them.

You're a nice guy, Ed Brown.

I like you very much.

Thank you kindly, ma 'am.

All right, now, there's no one here, but don't touch anything.

Are you okay?

No. Very disturbed.

I don't blame you.

It's what I am, Viv.

I know.

And I'm so very, very sorry.

All right, zoom in a little, will you, Mark?

No wonder he ran like a scared rabbit.

All right, Mark.

That was Maxon, wasn't it?

And Walker, and one man I've never seen before.

There were four men involved in that holdup.

We knew Riker double -crossed his buddies and took off with the money.

But we didn't know who the other three men were.

I guess we do now. You suppose they know the money is in a safety pocket back

from that?

No reason to believe our tipster gave us an exclusive.

Hello, Chief Ironside's office.

You better get a hold of Ed.

Maxson and his buddies must have seen Riker bump into Vivian Page.

You think they'll try to get you?

Ed's on the wire. Vivian Page's hotel room was broken into and given a good

going over.

There's your answer.

Ed, anything missing?

What about that outfit she wore?

I'll be right over.

Well, they tried and they missed.

Eve, you better get the ball rolling.

APB on Maxon and Walker and the identity of the other man. Then get hold of

Maggie Winstead. She has a passion for exclusives.

Winstead the movie columnist?

Her specialty is gossip.

Make it good.

Let's go, Mark.

First class hotel and they walk in easy as pie.

What kind of town is this anyway? Getting excited isn't going to help, Mr.

Webber. Unless you're a producer, it's part of the trade.

I'm sorry, Viv.

You know what, Sergeant Brown? What?

You've given me an internal conflict.

I keep thinking of you as a guy I'd like to see again, but that gun of yours

just keeps getting in the way.

You know, I'd almost be willing to leave it home.

Almost.

Viv, if there had been someone in your bedroom when we walked in, I wouldn't

want to have been without it.

Yes? Robert Ionatide, San Francisco Police.

Oh.

Yes, come in, come in.

Hello, Ed.

Miss Page.

Friend of yours?

As a matter of fact, my boss.

Chief Ironside, Mark Sanger, Vivian Page.

Hi. And Mr. Weber.

Miss Page, Ed tells me you've been all through your belongings and nothing is

missing. No, uh, yes.

Not a thing. It figures they were after the key.

I don't have any key. We looked. You've been with Miss Page all this time?

We went to dinner.

And I hope you tried our seafood, Miss Page. It's one of the things in which we

pride ourselves.

Excuse us, will you?

Yes.

You didn't by any chance notice if you were being followed or watched?

No, of course not.

A young lady as attractive as Miss Page couldn't be expected to look elsewhere.

I didn't expect anyone would follow us.

Why didn't you tell me?

One, I didn't find out until a short time ago.

Two, I was not informed of your dinner plans.

Miss Page, since your coat was at the valet service, the men who broke in here

obviously couldn't find it. They'll probably try again.

We can nail them with a little cooperation from you.

From me? Oh, no.

It'll make a great news story, Viv. I'm not interested in a news story.

Nor am I interested in cooperating to grab some poor, miserable men and send

them to cages.

Or worse, anything I have that they want, they're welcome to it.

I'd like to remind you that these men are killers, Miss Page.

I don't care what they are.

I don't believe in violence, and I'll be no part of it.

Must have had quite an interesting dinner conversation.

That should be the press.

The press?

Maggie Winstead, to be exact.

You've heard of her, I'm sure.

Vivian, your hair.

Makeup.

Dress. Something. There won't be any photographers, Mr. Webber.

Why don't you answer the door?

Good evening. I'm... I know, I know. Come in, Miss Winstead, please.

Chief Ironside?

Hello, Maggie.

You got my message?

Took me right out of a preview.

Have you met Miss Page?

No, not yet.

How do you do, dear? Fine, thank you.

Webber. Michael Webber. I'm the producer of Vivian's picture.

Mr. Webber. It's a great film, Miss Winstead. Wait till you see it.

Vivian's performance will win an Academy Award. I guarantee it.

Well, what's all of this about a robbery?

Were you here?

No, we had just come back from dinner.

You and Mr. Webber?

Me and Sergeant Brown.

Police protection?

No, Sergeant Brown and Miss Page are old friends.

A secret romance, Miss Page?

No, just old friends.

Of course.

What was stolen?

Nothing.

We haven't really been able to tell yet.

The thief made quite a mess. Some of her clothes were damaged.

Fortunately, they missed a very valuable coat that had been sent out for repair.

The only one Miss Page had brought to wear at the film festival. Isn't that

Miss Page?

Yes, I'm very lucky. It was my favorite.

The one you wore when you arrived, isn't it?

That's right.

Well, is that all?

That's about it.

Chief, you're holding out on me.

Now, would I do a thing like that?

Mm -hmm, you would.

All right.

I'll go along. Maybe get you a column on page two. But I get first crack at the

real story, right?

Ideal.

Mr. Weber, why don't you buy Miss Winstead a drink?

Two.

Two. My pleasure, Miss Winstead.

Goodbye, Miss Page.

And whatever is going on, don't worry. You're in real good hands.

I'm sure.

Goodbye, all.

Let me tell you about this picture.

Vivian will be one of the greatest actresses we've ever had. Bigger than

Colbert, Crawford, God.

You just set me up.

Made me a pigeon.

Unfortunately, you're already a pigeon.

Riker did that to you, not me.

Maxon and his crew did all this.

You expect they won't be back?

What I'm trying to do is to make them come back on our terms.

And at our choice of place.

The chief is right, Bill.

So I cooperate whether I want to or not.

I wish I had that key. I really do.

I'd put an ad in the paper and tell him to come and get it.

If you think it would be a courteous exchange, thank you very much, you

naive young lady.

You'll have full police protection for the length of your stay. I'll have an

officer, Eve Whitfield, move in with you for tonight, and there'll be

plainclothesmen on duty in the hallway.

And if I say no?

If they don't get the key from you here, Miss Page, they'll follow you all over

the country until they do.

If I were you, I wouldn't say no.

You can remain here, Ed, until Officer Whitfield arrives.

I didn't mean for it to be this way.

I know.

I know.

I don't even feel mad anymore, just sort of hurt somehow.

Viv, if we'd met some other way... Oh, I wish we had.

Oh, Ed, I really wish we had.

Movie star victim of attempted robbery.

Didn't say anything about finding the key.

Maybe the cops know about the key.

They haven't found it yet.

Maybe what they want us to do is find it for them.

I don't do favors for cops.

That's another angle.

What?

Ironside's found the key.

He's leaving it where it is because he wants us.

It's bait.

If he's got the key, man, he's got the money.

He doesn't know which bank, old buddy.

It could take him years to check.

Nobody.

Not even Ironside can make a plan without some weak spot in it.

All we have to do is find it.

Good morning.

Top of the morning. Everything all right?

Quiet.

This page is quite a conversationalist. Till three in the morning.

I'll take over now.

Oh, you don't have to. I'm all right.

It's my shift.

Oh, come on. Since when do we pay attention to hours?

Besides, I'm sure the chief has something more important for you to do.

I'll take over now, okay?

That's a dedicated cop for you. Always grabs the tough duty.

Where's Vivian? In the shower. Did you see the morning paper?

Yeah. Maggie Winstead did a good job.

That should cause some reaction.

I bet on it.

You concerned about her?

She's an important witness.

I see.

Well, it might make you feel good to know that she spent half the night

about you.

Hey, you're going to have a long, hard day.

I'll try to take it easy.

Do that.

I have a hunch that you didn't get much sleep yourself.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Want some breakfast?

No, thanks. Coffee is fine. You want some? Yeah, it's up to yours.

Where will we go this morning? What?

I said, where should we go this morning?

Go? We're staying right here.

That screening isn't until half past four.

You don't think I'm going to stick around a dumb hotel room?

Well, we're set up better here to protect you.

Listen, Ed Brown, I'm going out.

You can come if you want, or stick around and guard that lovely coat, as

please.

Miss Page, you are trying to be difficult.

Yes.

Well, you're not leaving this room.

Really?

I wasn't aware I was under contract to you, sir.

All right, madam, where would you like to go?

It's your city. Show it off.

3620024, please.

Mark, tell the chief the lady won't stay put. She's going sightseeing.

This is the Palace of Fine Arts. It was built in 1915 for the Panama Pacific

International Exposition.

Any experts believe it's one of the finest types of architectural design

in existence?

Oh, I'm impressed, sir. Deeply impressed.

You're going to break your caps grinding your teeth like that?

Or don't policemen wear caps? On their heads, where they belong.

My, we are angry, aren't we?

Why? Just tell me why.

Oh, I've been good for so long. Can't I be just a little bad?

Huh?

Very fine architecture.

Very fine. Carry on, Sergeant Brown.

You're about the biggest slob I ever met.

This isn't exactly a restaurant.

clean, cut, American type again.

Especially clean.

I'm sure your Hollywood writers find better words to say this.

I prefer the way you'd say it.

I've never really met anyone like you.

Nothing for you.

Gate Bridge, gateway to the west.

It's almost two miles long and it requires... No more sightseeing.

You asked for it. I asked for the guide.

I was just thinking.

One good thing about Hollywood is that it's less than an hour away by plane.

From where?

Here. That's very funny.

I was just thinking the same thing myself.

Interested in me, huh?

Oh, no, no. It's just I've never been to a movie studio before and seen real

live movie stars in the flesh.

Well, isn't this one good enough for you? Oh, yeah, that's more than enough.

And it's not really enough.

Would you come to Hollywood to see me? No, I don't know.

I don't know. I'm not sure.

A hard -nosed cop like me would fit in with a Hollywood crowd.

Well, what makes you think I do?

Oh, you groan and complain a lot, but you do wear the Vivian Page head, and

go to all the right places with all the right people. You're calling me a phony.

You're a phony. A little bit, just a little.

Okay.

Take me, for instance.

You pride yourself on your honesty.

And you say that no matter how lovable and charming I am, you just can't get

over the idea of my job.

Is it any harder to do than get over the idea of your job?

You're intelligent, too.

Just, uh, straight.

My honesty makes me accept my job, too. How?

By admitting greed.

Can't you find some honest way to accept me, too?

I don't know.

Stop confusing me with positive thoughts.

I've got a lot of thinking to do, now that you've thoroughly mixed me up.

I've got to get my head straight about it.

Ed, if I decide for you,

would it scare you?

Pretty lady, I am fearless.

Oh.

Well, then guard me while I contemplate.

Well, Mr. Weber, thank you for coming.

Not a word from Vivian. Are you sure she's all right? Sergeant Brown's with

But you said there were three men after that key.

In case you're worried, there are several other plainclothesmen in

today in a police helicopter.

Well, As long as you're sure she's protected.

Have a seat, Mr. Webber.

Thank you.

I'd like you to see some film.

Not your kind of production, but good enough for our purposes.

There, you see?

Oldest trick in the world.

Bump into somebody, pick their pockets, or clip them something.

If you looked in everything Vivian has, I don't understand.

Thank you, Mark.

Neither did we for a while.

But Riker deliberately bumped into Vivian to sidetrack Maxon and the

Then she doesn't have it.

Listen,

I'm getting very confused.

Mr. Webber, isn't that the same suit you wore on the plane?

Yes. When was the last time you looked in your breast pocket?

Oh, the outside one.

Thank you, Mr. Webber.

Just what I needed.

We're having a party.

Miss Page, Ed, have a nice afternoon.

Great.

Ed says I should forgive you. That sometimes you're gruff, but you don't

mean it. Ed is sometimes inaccurate.

I'm always gruff, and I do mean it.

I have something for you.

You found it?

Where?

Webber's pocket.

Why give it to me?

You said that you would advertise in the paper and hand it over to them.

I didn't really mean that.

Nevertheless, you will take it to the theater with you, in your coat.

Why? Because they will make a try for it. And if they don't get it, and they

think you're holding out on them...

They're just not going to be polite.

All right, everyone, let's go to the movies.

I make it three men in the hotel corridor and one with her all the time.

What time are they running that picture of hers at the film festival?

4 .30.

4 .30. It's about two hours.

She'll be coming out of the theater about 6 .30.

What do you figure?

I figure one cop in the car and another full car following.

Now, we can check on it when they go to the theater, so we're ready for them

when they come out.

Eve, how much does the sergeant of detectives earn?

More than I do.

Oh, come on now. I mean, it's a matter of public record. I could look it up.

Any particular sergeant?

Of course a particular sergeant.

Ask him.

I thought we were friends last night.

Why do you dislike me today?

Dislike you? Yeah.

I don't even know you.

Last night there was this friendly girl named Vivian.

Today... Well, I guess the theater marquee lights are blinding me.

Well, don't get uptight. I'm the same girl.

How long have you known Ed?

A long time.

Have you ever been in love with him?

In love with him? Yeah.

No.

But love him?

Yes. Like a brother?

Like a friend.

You sound like you're almost making plans.

Oh, just rolling it around.

He's got a real head on his shoulders, you know that.

I've noticed.

He pointed out a couple of truths to me today.

And if I can overlook things for greed, I don't know why I shouldn't overlook

things for love.

Do you overlook the fact that Ed's a police officer?

Yes.

Vivian, Ed's proud of his work.

Don't degrade it and him by overlooking it.

What is this? Check him out.

Take the coat off, lady.

Do it, Vivian.

Please.

Come on, lady.

Do as they say, Vivian.

That's a good idea.

Only don't make a move for your gun, lady copper. You won't like it.

I'd better find what I'm looking for.

It's not there, Max, and we checked it out.

It didn't look hard enough, lady.

All right, fantastic.

Easy now, let it go.

That's it.

362 -0024, please.

Are you all right?

Just great. Just super.

Vivian, why don't you go inside and lie down for a few minutes?

I'll stall the press conference.

No press conference, Mr. Webber.

But it's set up. The boys are waiting downstairs.

She's had it for tonight.

Hello, Mark. It's Ed. Let me talk to the chief, please.

I'll talk to them myself.

They'll understand.

Chief, they got the code all right. Found the key in the cuff.

I see.

How did Miss Page take it?

It was pretty rough on her.

Let me talk to her, Ed.

Sure.

Chief Ironside.

Yes?

I wanted to thank you for your cooperation.

But they got away. Doesn't that make you angry?

Not at all.

You were supposed to protect us, take care of us. Where were you?

Very close, all the time.

Did you want us to come in shooting, Miss Page?

Whatever you may think of us, we don't run the risk of hurting innocent people.

But it was all wasted. You didn't catch them.

In time.

But I don't understand you.

No.

I don't suppose you do.

Good night, Miss Page.

I'll see you later, Ed.

Do I understand you?

Do I, Ed?

Not yet.

No.

And I never will.

This morning, it was all so simple.

I'm now seeing that man, the gun pointing at me.

He would have killed me.

And you, if you had been close enough, you would have killed him.

Not if I didn't have to.

Oh, stop trying to fool me and yourself.

If he'd made a move to pull that trigger, you would have shot him dead.

Yes.

And I'm to live with that side of you and your gun?

Sergeant Brown with badge and gun.

No, don't.

I can't think when you do that, and I really have to think now.

Very hard.

We started something at Brown, but I have to think about where it goes from

here.

Vivian. Don't say anything either.

I just have to work this out by myself.

Just go out that door.

Get some rest.

I'll see you in the morning.

I'm leaving for Hollywood in the morning.

All right.

Then when will I see you?

Maybe soon.

Maybe never.

Viv, I'm not going to let it go at that.

Ed, just one night and one morning, like a movie.

Don't you want to find out what's real?

Don't you want to find out which Vivian Page?

I do. I have to.

Bunny, you're pretty straight yourself.

Bad job at forging Riker's signature. You practice long?

I want a lawyer.

Don't worry. You'll get one.

Hey.

How'd you know where to look?

You're not even a bright thief, you know that?

Every key has a manufacturer's number in addition to the box number.

And they keep files.

All we had to do was wait.

Well, I'm sorry I kept you.

I'm a patient man.

The other two waited outside.

Ed? There's a call from Eve, a message from Vivian Page.

She's in San Francisco?

I suppose so. Eve didn't say.

What's the message?

Something wild -like. The Golden Gate is beautiful in the fog.

You ought to check that out.

You figure it?

No.

But then the message wasn't for us, was it?

Welcome back.

Welcome home.

Home?

I don't know where that is.

Not Hollywood.

No, Star.

It just wasn't my thing, Ed.

I turned it down.

But I found my answer.

Have you?

I've always had my answer.

It's funny, but I would have been very disappointed if you'd said anything

I'm going back to New York, Ed.

Vivian, you... I'm sorry.

Me too.

I got your message. Well, I just couldn't drop out of sight.

It had to be face to face.

That's the real Vivian Page.

My plane leaves in an hour.

I'll take you to the airport.

It's going to be such a long, long flight.