All language subtitles for While.the.City.Sleeps.1956.Bluray.english

- Yes?
- Drugstore.

Miss Judith.
Package.

It's a charge.
Take it, Pop.

After you go out for dinner,
I come back

'and permanent
fix the plumbing.'

- 'Fine.'
- I use my pass key.

You don't worry about nothing.

'Thanks for everything.
Goodnight, Pop.'

Goodnight.

- Oh!
- Drugstore again.

I-I think,
I left the wrong package.

A minute later,
I'd have been in the tub.

- No, my name's on it.
- Sorry.

A-ah!

Mr. Mobley, You're on
the air in 15 minutes.

Just a minute, Gus.

Oh, boy!

Have the copy
put on the idiot sheet.

Please, Mr. Mobley.

"Ever on the alert
to serve its..."

Mr. Loving's office.

Tell that boss of yours
to stop purring

over your shoulder
while he dictates.

Shut your obscene face.

Want a drink later?

- At your place?
- Oh, no, we've tried my place.

What would you suggest,
Madison Square Garden?

I'm sorry Mr. Loving.
That Mobley I've told him.

Well, frankly, Nancy,
I don't blame him.

I sometimes wish these walls
were not made out of glass.

"And the Kyne news service,
ever on the alert.."

"Ever on the alert.."

- Hello.
- Going home, Mildred?

Oh, darling, I don't have to.

There are two schools of thought
about that mink.

One is that a syndicate
bought it.

And the other is that Mr. Loving
shelled out for the whole thing.

Why don't you get me alone some
night and I'll tell you all?

That's a good offer.

You ought to find out
just how good. Bye.

- Hey! Bright eyes!
- Yes, sir?

See what's in
the city news ticker, huh?

Right.

Get Mark Loving in here

and John Day Griffith
and Harry Kritzer!

- Mr. Kyne.
- And Ed Mobley, too!

Mr. Kyne! You promised
the doctor no more work.

A murder story's just come in,
Miss Dodd!

It's a lulu,
and they're blowing it!

Mr. Griffith,
Mr. Kyne would like to see you.

Mm-hmm.

Gentlemen.

Mr. Griffith.

I don't like my wire service
beat by others in the country.

Why, it's just another murder.

I suggest that the life
of a human being

is not beneath your
consideration.

- I'll get onto it myself.
- John?

May I remind you
that your first edition

is on the street at seven pm?

All I've got left is final.

I'll put this on page two.

- How many women use lipstick?
- How many women are there?

I want every woman scared silly
every time she puts anything on.

Call this baby,
"The Lipstick Killer."

- Smack across the front page!
- Whatever you say, Amos.

How about pictures?

I'll send a man out right away.

And I'll send you a special
letter of commendation.

Now, get out of here,
both of you and get to work.

Do you want me to feature
this thing on my telecast?

- Ed, I'm real jumpy.
- So am I.

I'm on the air in four minutes.

Who's gonna run the whole show
when my carburetor conks out?

You'll do that yourself
for many a year.

'Kyne Enterprises.'

That has taken a lifetime
of brains and guts to build.

And in all that lifetime, I find

I've made only two big mistakes.

Well, I'm surprised that
you admit to that many.

One, my son Walter,
I killed him with kindness.

Polo ponies, yachts, women.

Especially women he married.

Second..

I think you're looking
in my direction.

Why didn't you want
to fill my shoes?

Where was your ambition?

I'm content the way I am.

To be able to write
a book keep my nose clean.

I have no appetite for power.

I'm not talking about power.
It's a bigger thing.

The responsibility of the
free press to the people.

In this country, it's the
people who make the decisions.

If they're to make
their decisions right

they have to have all
the facts that we...

I didn't mean
to cut you off, but..

Amos!

'It's 11 o'clock
and Kyne Enterprises'

'including the Kyne newspapers,
Kyne Press Service'

'Kyne Photo Service
and Kyne Weekly, present'

'the distinguished
author, columnist'

'and Pulitzer prize winner'...

Bill, no script.

Ladies and gentlemen,
most newsmen value a beat.

Here's one, I wish
I didn't have.

A few moments ago,
Amos Kyne passed away.

Hello?

- Yes?
- 'The gentlemen are here.'

- Where did they locate him?
- At the Stork Club. Where else?

Yes, sir.

You three.
Ed's to wait.

Gentlemen, except for Harry,
I'm afraid I don't know you.

It is terrible
about your father.

Yes.

You are Mark Loving?

'That's right.'

And just what do you
do around here?

I run Kyne Newswire Service,
KNS.

I presume you've checked our
handling of your father's death.

Any suggestions?

The newswire.

Yes, we must talk
about that soon.

You must be, uh..

John Day Griffith.

I sweep up the floor

and I'm editor of The Sentinel.

I'm also advisory editor
of the other nine papers.

Are you responsible for the
fact that a cheap murder

was featured on the same front
page as the death of my father?

The old man wanted the story
played up big.

He didn't know then
he was going to be news.

But in as much as it was his
last request...

I have arranged a copyrighted
feature on the old man's life.

Shall I give it to Mark
to send over the wire?

We'll see.

Harry, it's been a long time.

- How's Dorothy?
- We must have dinner soon.

I just wanted to say,
that at the moment

I contemplate no changes
in personnel.

So for the time being, none of
you has anything to worry about.

On your way, will you tell
Mobley to come in?

- Well?
- You're on.

What...

- So, you're Edward Mobley?
- Deepest sympathy, Mr. Kyne.

- Sit down.
- Thank you.

You're the fellow
who wrote the book.

Every time the old man got
sore at me, which was often

he used to talk about you.

Mobley this and Mobley that.

I got pretty sick of it.

Yes, I can imagine you did.

Those three who were
just in here made

their opinion of me
pretty plain.

Amos Kyne's idiot son.

I suppose you feel the same.

Frankly, I don't feel qualified
to feel any way about you.

Other publishers
took their sons in

and taught them the business.
But not him.

'Till I get the hang of things,
I'm going to need help.'

'Not that I don't intend
to run things in my own way'

'from behind the scenes.
I've got an idea.'

It's a great idea,
if I do say so myself.

I'm going to create a new job,
Executive Director.

Someone to do the actual work.
What do you think of it?

It sounds like a step your
father would have approved.

My father is dead.
This is my plant now.

'I'm going to get myself
a gimmick.'

'Something that will set
the three of them'

scrambling for the new job.
What do you think of that?

I'd rather not say.

When I have them
dangling on a string

when they realize that I hold
their entire lives in my hands

they won't sneer.

Now, tell me..

Could even he have thought up
an idea like that?

No. Never!

- Anything further?
- Not for now.

Then good morning.

Dear Walter Kyne,
before your father died

I was working on a tie-up
with Midwest Television

which could be
immensely profitable.

During these trying days
of mourning

I have not wanted
to disturb you.

But let's have a conference
as soon as possible.

Alright, Nancy, get that
out in the morning.

Yes, sir.

What's Griffith doing in there
for half an hour with Mr. Kyne?

Goodnight,
Miss Donner, Mr. Loving.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Mil.

Until I clinch this new job,
I'm going to be jumpy.

Oh, love, the boys have
gotten on a betting line.

You're their favorite and mine.
Six to five.

It's not that simple.

I'm plumping with everything
that I can think of.

This Midwest deal, influence.
I've written dozens of letters.

I'll have the pressure pouring
in, but Kyne keeps harping on

this murder thing, as if solving
it could be a factor.

- Now, do you suppose that...
- Why not?

It does a credit to a better
brain than Walter Kyne's.

Yes, he'd get a scoop
and an executive director

without the trouble of
making up his little mind.

There's the guy now!

Darling, I thought
you liked John.

'Well, there's no room
for love around here now.'

'What's he doing
with Gerald Meade?'

'Well, darling, solving
the murder's the big thing.'

'He'd naturally want the
crime-beat man on his team.'

So why don't you try
and get him on yours?

Griffith's probably
sewing him up right now.

'Gerald would sell
his mother and deliver.'

But how can I be sure of him?
Do I sleep with him?

You go to work on Meade, and if
it will ease your mind, love,

in a little while I'll drop
down to the Dell and..

...feel out Griffith.

Hello.

- Yes, sir.
- Better have another, Carlo.

I've been upstairs
with Walter Kyne.

A fine man.

He's a weak-spined,
blue-eyed fish, if you ask me!

- I don't know him too well.
- Well, I.. Make it two.

No, make it three.

- Hello, John.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Let Nancy sit between us.

You and I can Indian-wrestle
under the bar.

- Rye and soda, with music.
- Yes, ma'am.

Old man upstairs
is roaring like a lion.

"Get me the killer," he yells.

"Use all your best men,
reporters, editors, feature men"

"photographers, wire service
men, but get me the killer!"

And the man who gets
the killer lands the job.

Who do you bet on, Ed?

On Loving? Loving's smart,
Loving's fast.

Loving knows
a lot of right people.

But Loving doesn't get the job.

- No?
- No. I'm gonna get it.

Because I spent my youth
and $30,000 on whiskey

and devotion to the job.

Because I have a long-suffering
wife and two swell kids.

And because you and I together

are gonna crack
this murder thing.

Mr. Loving wants Ed on his team.

Yeah? He's not going
to have him.

Because Ed's gonna help me!
And let me get one thing clear.

I don't promise you a thing
for yourself. Not a thing!

Well, let me make
myself clear, John.

I don't care who gets the job.

For one thing, I've been off
of crime beat for five years.

I'm not going to get my throat
torn open in any dogfight.

Now, Ed, I've been
real nice to you.

Nancy, tell Ed
I've been real nice to him.

I knew it all along.

Just knew I was going to find
a friendly face down here.

Well, my face is friendly. Hi.

Hello, you lovely people.

I always see you
two together, don't I?

You could do a column about it.

Oh, I'd love to, darling.
I'm all for romance.

Have a rum on the rocks
or something?

Well, thank you, John.
That's right friendly of you.

I do think we should
all be friendly

during these trying times.

How is Mark?

Oh, he's driving
home you know who.

Who is "you know who?"

John, Walter.
Walter Kyne.

I understand honest Harry
Kritzer's having dinner there.

One afternoon at the sands
in Vegas, I was taking a swim.

Then I looked up and saw
Dorothy sitting by the pool.

Saw her legs first.
Those beautiful, long legs.

So I make kind of a rough
and ready approach.

I'll never forget what she
answered, two words.

You know what
she answered, Harry?

No, I don't.

I said, "Window shopping?"

So, three nights later,
I settled for marriage.

Excuse me, sir, Mr. Griffith
is waiting on the telephone.

Oh, I'll take it outside.
Excuse me.

Sit next to me, Harry.

Uh-uh.

I don't like
the walls in this room.

Looks like they've
got sliding panels.

Coward.

He's probably got microphones
behind those pictures, too.

Well, you don't need
to kiss me so loud.

When are you visiting
your mother again?

Tomorrow night...
I hope.

I don't like keeping up
this, "mother" business.

Every time I mention,
"mother" to Walter

I can't keep a straight face.

How do you think I stand
in the race, darling?

Oh, far behind, darling.
Far behind.

Well, darling, I don't think so.

Let Griffith and Loving
beat their brains out.

What chance have I got?
Send out a cameraman?

Am I a crime catcher? Uh-uh.
I'll play it my own way.

- As Walter's best friend.
- With Walter's best wife?

- I don't want to involve you.
- My hero.

You'll never guess who's
moved in here, Harry Kritzer.

Honest Harry?

Very mysterious.
No name on his mailbox.

Hideaway?

Do you suppose old Harry's got a
blonde stashed away on the side?

If he ever sees me, he'll die.

He's right across
the hall from me.

Oh? You know, my darling,
as I was telling you...

Between the fourth
and the fifth highball..

The most intelligent thing
to do is to find out

before you get married,
the more the better.

I know quite a lot
about you now.

Went to school not far from here

Played stoop ball
against the sidewalls

of engine company number 18...

I didn't mean
that kind of knowledge.

I know you didn't.

I'm just trying
to head off a disaster.

You know, these couples, there's
a big guy six foot seven

and a itty-bitty girl,
four feet eleven.

How do they get along?

She doesn't even know
if he likes music

and she doesn't know
if he likes books.

Maybe they get married
to find out.

Well, I know about all I'm
likely to find out tonight.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Take care of yourself.

You know,
you have very nice legs.

- Aren't you sweet?
- Nice nylon stockings, too.

What holds your stockings up?

There's a lot your mother
should have told you.

I didn't ask my mother.
I asked you.

It's uh, simply a matter
of scientific research.

Hadn't we said goodnight before
you got interested in my nylons?

I can't remember
when I wasn't interested.

Don't you ever wait for
anything to be offered?

Okay, I'm open to an offer.

Okay. If it'll get rid of you.

- I should have a permit?
- To kiss me?

Hmm. An explorer's permit.

Do explorers have
to have permits?

They should have,
especially when they're headed

for uncharted territory.

Oh, forgive me, angel.
I know not what I say.

Goodnight, drunk.

- Oh, may I use your telephone?
- How did you get in here?

Temper, temper.

Kyne Enterprises.
Oh, yeah, Mr. Mobley.

Get Gerald Meade for me.

Get him out of bed.
Anybody's bed.

Mr. Mobley,
you're a real George.

Gerald, that Felton girl
who was murdered

did she have a button lock
on her door?

Yeah.

Why are you so interested?

Oh, I'm an employee
of the society

for the protection
of virtuous maidens.

You ought to get
a-a chain lock on that door.

Nancy's mad.

Too mad to offer a drink?

If you want one,
fix it yourself.

You're darn right, Nancy's mad!

Well, that's a fine way
for my future bride to be.

Oh, you don't want a bride.

What you want is an
illiterate common law woman.

Fix you a drink?

No, I don't want
to get drunk with you.

Something else you'd prefer?

That Mildred Donner is
more your type. Try her.

Don't you sit there
and tell me who's my type.

Du Verstehst?

You're my type.

Hey, let me tell you
just a little bit more.

Ed loves Nancy
very dearly, very much.

Ed wants to marry Nancy.

You only say that
when you've had a few.

Want me to put it in writing?

How convenient.

The great reporter
has no pencil.

- And a darn good reporter, too.
- And a darn good man.

A man with great kindness.

Maybe too much,
because it dampens ambition.

Ambition?

If you mean by that,
I should join the race, uh-uh.

You watch, Nancy. They'll all
break down, all three of them.

Maybe one won't.

Which one?

The reporter,
editor of The Sentinel.

But still at heart, a reporter.

The one who offered
me nothing for myself.

A good offer,
the offer of a friend.

Then don't you think
you ought to help him?

Nobody ever helped me.

Now, you know that isn't true.

Amos Kyne did
and Griffith would.

And I would.

I'd do anything you ask me.

You better stick to your
friend. He's your type.

You're my type.

Shall we phone
my mother and father?

And ask them if you should marry
a reporter without a pencil?

To tell them I'm going to.

Oh, what do you know?

Is that your boss calling?

Does he usually call at
three o'clock in the morning?

Every night.

Hello?

Yes.
Just a moment.

It's for you.

- Yes?
- Listen, Ed.

You're a real good pal of
Lt. Kaufman's, aren't you?

Burt? We went to the same school
together, fought together

dated Janice behind
the saxophones

in her father's hockshop.
Why?

They've got somebody, Ed.
Who? How would I know?

Donald Duck!

The cops won't say.

But Kaufman will
meet you at headquarters.

Congratulate me, John.

I'm engaged.

What do I care, you're engaged.

Now do me a favor,
please and get over there!

What? I already sent Meade.

And where do you think
I located him?

In Loving's apartment.

Ed, stick with me!

But it's morning,
so it's Tuesday, my day off!

Are you my friend or not?

Alright.

I'll handle it just
this one time, but that's all.

Alright, I said alright.

Ask me, all things
considered, it's just as well.

Hey, what are they doing
in there?

Maybe some photographs, maybe
they're questioning already.

Lt. Kaufman is expecting me,
Ed Mobley.

- Hi, Gerald.
- Hiya.

Hello, Burt.

Where were you?

Getting engaged.

No fooling.

No fooling.
Poor Nancy.

Who have they got, Burt?

The janitor of
the girl's building.

But you can't use it
before a general release.

He's in questioning.

Any chance of having a listen?

Under the same
conditions, agreed?

Sure.

'Your wrench killed her.
Why do you lie to us Pilsky?'

I don't lie.

'Yes, you do.'

'You told us that you went
to Judith Felton's apartment'

'at nine o'clock
and found her dead.'

'But the people at the drugstore
tell us that a package'

'was delivered to Judith
Felton's at eight o'clock'

'that you opened the door
and took the package.

Is that right?

Yes... I lied.

I... I was frightened.

'Then you admit you
were in the Felton apartment'

'at eight o'clock?'

Yes.
But I don't kill!

I leave her when she take bath.

When I come back,
I find her dead.

If you went away
and came back, George

how did you get
in to her apartment?

I use pass key.

- 'The door was locked then?'
- 'Yes.'

'Did anyone else in the
building have a pass key?'

'No.'

'Are you trying to tell
us that somebody walked'

'through a locked
door and killed Miss Felton?'

I tell truth.

I don't kill her.
I find her dead.

'Alright, Pilsky.'

'We're gonna start all
over from the beginning..'

Hmm! Sun's coming up.

Not for that old boy.

He didn't do it.
You know he didn't.

Four days and no results.

Somebody had to be hauled
in for the howling public

or the crime commission.

But you'll let him
go before the day's over.

What makes you so sure?

The evidence against him
is just too pat to be true.

Use your phone?

Not for publication.

Hello? Ed?

Yeah.

The janitor.

If that old boy did it, I'll
sit on the hot seat for him.

Keep Meade on it. I'm gonna
go home and get some sleep.

- Your pin-ups?
- Yeah.

All very murdered.

I was just looking for
possible points of comparison

with this Felton case.

Look for a young guy, Burt.

Now you're guessing.

Pre-meditated murder by
a psycho, and not his first.

He didn't leave
any fingerprints.

So he wore gloves. Anyone who
leaves fingerprints nowadays

even on his first
homicide, can't even read.

You know how much stuff
is written and published

for the instruction
of potential lawbreakers?

Take the so-called comic books.

Sold to kids of all ages
in drugstores and..

Why do you say
this killer is young?

The lipstick bit.

'Nothing new.
Several years ago... '

I know, I know.

What was it? "Catch me,
I can't control myself"?

This one only changed
the lyrics, "Ask mother."

He's a mama's boy
unless I'm mistaken.

Well, the message
may have been a blind.

I think it's an impertinence.

He's laughing at
the police by leaving clues.

- But no fingerprints.
- Keep on talking.

In the old days before you were
above writing about crime

you and I used to be
pretty good together.

What do you think of the
dresser drawers found open?

We searched the janitor's
room, we didn't find anything.

Of course, we don't know
that anything was stolen.

Kaufman.

Homicide.

Details?

Female, white, 21

unmarried, school teacher..

'...strangled.
Three o'clock this morning.'

He entered through
the bedroom window.

- Leave any lipstick?
- Lipstick?

This joker's much too clever

ever to leave
lipstick again, Burt.

She got her hands in his hair.

We took a couple strands from
underneath her fingernails.

That's good.

Anything?

No. He must have used gloves.

'He left the
book here deliberately'

to laugh at you, Burt.

And every time,
he'll leave a different clue.

Look, Sergeant, I've been here
over nine hours and all I've got

is what every other
reporter in town has.

A general release
on the Felton murder.

Tim, you and I have been
friends for a long time.

I need something special,
something for myself.

Is this case any
good against Pilsky?

Pretty good.

Be specific, Tim.
I won't forget you.

Well..

If I was to tell you
why we picked Pilsky up.

Yeah, why, why?

You... you wouldn't say
where you got it, promise?

Promise.

Well, Pilsky's fingerprints
are on the murder weapon.

Oh, thanks, Tim.
You won't regret it.

Ah, wait.

Wait till I'm out of the office.

Mark, Loving sister, quick.

Mark? I've got the inside
dope on the Felton case.

What?

Great work, Gerald!

That's great.
Hold the line.

Phone in to Walter Kyne that
I've cracked the Lipstick case.

Joe, Gerald Meade's
on my line, take it.

Give me the call
on Mr. Loving's line.

Don't give it to the copy desk
feed it directly to the wire.

Tom!

- Good morning.
- 'Morning, Mark.

- Want to make a bet?
- On what?

On me.

'Bulletin.'

- Cal, who sent it?
- Washington.

Break them.
Give this four bells.

Mark. Can I believe this?
You cracked the Lipstick case?

I certainly did!

We've got a scoop on the
biggest story in the country.

- Did this go over the wire?
- For God's sake!

Oh, I'll be..

Mark's killing it.

Killing it?
What's the matter with him?

That idiot Meade.

What's the matter with you?
Wasn't he quoting a cop?

Nothing a cop says outside
a courtroom is privileged.

What do you mean by that?

Anything you repeat,
no matter from what source

if not said under oath
you gotta stand on it yourself.

What do you mean?

If the old man didn't
kill her, it's libel.

Libel!

You could be sued.

Any newspaper that uses your
wire service could be sued.

Well, what kind of a wire
service are you running...

I killed it, didn't I?

You two don't have to
quote me the law of libel!

Of course not, Walter.

You missed something, Ed.

Meade almost scuttled Loving.

- Look..
- Read that copy, John.

Sensational.
Can you substantiate?

Nope. May be a pipe dream.

But if it is, Kaufman
and I are smoking together.

In any case, I'm going on the
air with it in five minutes.

Hold it for the paper, Ed.

Let me hit the street
with it by seven.

'Use it in your night show.'

Is that what you want?

I want to get
the job, that's the idea.

And to get the job, I'll stick
a knife in anybody I have to.

Oh, I know, I know!

If I had any ethics left, I'd
give it to Loving for his wire.

Okay, Okay.
I'll take it to him myself.

Don't call yourself my
boy, Meade! You're through!

Meade, you're through.

When you killed that bulletin

you promised your
clients a new lead.

- I think that will do it.
- Great scot!

You got one minute
lead on Mobley's telecast.

That boyfriend of yours
who set out to help me

just put your boss
a mile out in front.

'Mr. Walter Kyne presents
the distinguished author, columnist'

'and Pulitzer prize
winner Edward Mobley'

'in his perceptive
analysis of the day's news.'

It's already on the wire.
Wait till you hear.

Ladies and gentlemen

at approximately 3 a.m.
this morning, in our city

one human being
took the life of another.

In our world, acts
of violence are not rare

and so my excuse,
or I should say, my reason

for giving importance
to this particular story

is my hope that the killer
may be listening to me.

'For I believe that in his
progress to the chair'

'or to the insane asylum'

'that he has reached
a way station'

'where his sick and warped ego'

demands to be fed with
the milk of self importance.

And so with the consent
of a very good friend of mine

'who is by way of being
a remarkable criminologist'

'but who has also asked that
his name not be credited.'

I'm going to say a few things
to the killer, face to face.

Item one, Mr. Unknown

you will not for very
long remain unknown.

Item two, you're husky.

Strong enough to have
choked to death this morning

'a poor school teacher
by the name of Laura Kelly.'

'Item three'.

'You are the same killer

who, last week,
bludgeoned to death'

a girl by the name
of Judith Felton.

'You are the Lipstick Killer.'

'Item four, you read
the so-called comic books.'

'Item five, you
have dark brown hair.'

A few strands of
your hair were found

beneath the fingernails
of your latest victim.

'Item six, you're young.'

'A crime lab examination
of your hair reveals'

'that you're approximately
20 years of age.'

Item seven, You're a mama's boy.

'Item eight,
the normal feeling of love'

'that you should
have toward your mother'

'has been twisted
into hatred, for her'

And all of her sex.

Item nine..

'May I come in, dear?'

I heard the television,
so I knew you were up.

It must have been
about four o'clock

when I heard you
come in this morning.

I don't like working so late.

Oh, I know. I know
how it is with my boy

studying all day,
working all night.

And I know how difficult
it has been for you

ever since your father left us.

He's not my father!

And you're not my mother.

- Robert, don't say that.
- Why not? It's true, isn't it?

When you adopted me,
you wanted a girl, didn't you?

And he wanted a boy!

Well neither one of you
was satisfied, were you?

I remember once when I was eight
years old, eight years old.

I was helping you
dust the house.

And that woman from across
the street came over and said

"My, my."

And you said, "Yes, I know."

"He's exactly like
a little girl, isn't he?"

But, Robert, you are
my son and my daughter

and all the children I ever
wished I could have had.

Don't you love your mother?

Shall I show you how
much I love my mother?

Oh I have such a good boy!
Now I'll bring your breakfast.

You must be awfully hungry.

'And so, with this
most happy news about my personal life'

I close until I visit with
you again at eleven tonight.

In the meantime

for any further developments in
the case of the Lipstick Killer

'read The Sentinel,
which hits your news stands'

'with its first edition
at seven o' clock this evening.'

Did he really get
Nancy's okay on this thing?

He must have.
Here, he's bringing her.

- Hi.
- Burt, it's good to see you.

- Hello, Burt, John.
- Nancy.

Tonight, we celebrate.

Thanks, John.
It's worth getting engaged.

That was a pretty flossy
telecast your boy did.

Now we've got to get
ready for the next step.

What do you mean? Haven't you
talked this over with Nancy?

Well the next step
is to the altar.

I'm talking
it over with her now.

Nancy, you got the idea of my
telecast, to insult the killer.

Yes.

He'll get mad at me
and anybody I like.

'And if I know
his maniacal mind'

sooner or later, he'll
come out after the bait.

Well..

What bait?

Ha! Some nice girl,
like the other two.

Who?

A nice girl with
a button lock on her door.

You mean someone named Nancy?

Nancy, you see
that man in the dark suit

'sitting over at the bar?'

'His name is Mike O'Leary.'

He's a plain clothes man
from Burt's department.

From now on,
he'll be your shadow.

He'll take you
to the Red Cross tonight

and then home to your
room, and make sure

the door is locked.

Mornings, you won't
leave until he's there

to go with you wherever you go.

'You'll be safer than you've
ever been in your life before.'

That's the kind of guy
you're gonna marry.

I like the kinda
guy I'm gonna marry.

I told him I'd do anything
for him. I won't let him down.

Alright, darling, I'll do it.

Let's keep it in the family.

I was pretty sure you'd say yes

but it's a good
thing you did say yes

because the announcement
of our engagement

is already in the paper.

What do you know?
Nancy engaged to Ed Mobley.

That nice little
secretary of yours, darling.

Hmm, I wonder what she's got.

Well, apparently
she's got Mobley.

- No, I mean to attract a man.
- Oh, forget them love.

I'm worried.

- About the job?
- What else?

Kyne worries me.

He was humiliated today in front
of everyone and it's my fault.

You made up for it with the
scoop on Mobley on his telecast.

Let me tell you
the facts of life.

That break was
an accident of timing.

If only I had
Mobley in my corner.

He knows the right people.

- Don't you?
- Oh, sure.

I know the head waiter
of the Stork and the Colonnier

and "21", and I know
the fellow at the dog show

and he knows the fellow at the
horse show, and he knows

the people at the Waldorf,
and those people know me.

But Mobley knows the right cops.

Well, Mark, talk to him.

It might do a great deal of harm
if he rats about it to Griffith.

Dear heart. You want me
to have this job, don't you?

You don't have to ask that.

Then go to Mobley for me.

What?

You. You know him
much better than I do.

You could tell him about me.
He'd listen to you.

I've seen him look at you.

You've seen him look at me, huh?

Those eyes of his.

Have you ever
noticed those eyes?

Oh, yes. Yes, I've noticed them.

Might be fun.

That's my baby.

Well, alright,
I know what to say

but how far do I have
to go to get it said?

Mildred, we're adults.
I love you very completely.

Anything you might do for me

will make me love you
all the more.

Thank you.
And I love you too, Mark.

I certainly hope that you and
Ms. Liggett will be very happy.

I thank you, Carlo.

What day is this?

Still Tuesday.

My day off.
The rest is killing me.

Nancy's night at the Red Cross.
I could sure use some first aid.

Hello. Hello, hello.

Ah, Want to buy me a drink?

Carlo.

Champagne cocktail,
brandy float.

Yes, ma'am.

- Going someplace?
- No.

- You're all dressed up?
- Like it?

- Very much.
- Well, thank you.

No, I don't think
I'm going anywhere.

Now that I've
found you down here.

Oh, well!

Sometimes I'm in a mood
where I love to speak my mind.

Tonight's one
of those times. Alright?

Sure, it's alright.
I think it's spectacular.

Well, you're a pretty
spectacular guy.

Believe me, I've known a couple.

Skol.

Where's your gentleman friend?

Where's your lady friend?

Cigarette?

Pretty?

Mmmm.

Would I like?

Mmmm.

Ahh, you can see it all later!

- Oh, come on.
- No, no, no, I said later.

Ahh, I said later.

- Another drink, please.
- Yes, ma'am.

One for Mr. Mobley too.

You know, Mark was terribly
upset by that libel business.

Don't worry, Mildred,
your man may get in yet.

Darling, I wish you wouldn't
keep calling him "my man."

Well, he's certainly not mine.

Why don't you come
clean and confess.

- He sent you here.
- Alright. He sent me.

I hope it isn't going to spoil
things 'cause I wanted to come.

Quite a messenger.

Oh, you men,
you're all polygamists.

- You too, Mobley.
- Faithful as the day is long.

Mmm, if it's the shortest day
in the year.

But where'd women like me be,
if it wasn't for men like you.

And if I take
another drink tonight

I'll fall flat on my face.

Skol.

Where's Mrs. Kyne?

She had to go
to her mother's, sir.

Again?

Well, anyway..

...tonight I wouldn't
trade places with anyone.

Look at that.
A doll of a front page.

'Best front page in the city.'

That's very nice, sir.

But I need a right hand man.

Today, I made an ass of myself.

Who shall it be?

Loving..

...or Griffith..

...Kritzer?

Mr. Loving, a conniver.

Well, every business
needs a conniver.

That Griffith,
a doll of a front page.

Harry Kritzer?

But which is your best, Walter?

Your B-E-S-T?

Mr. Walter Kyne's residence.

It's Mrs. Kyne, sir.

Hello.

Hello, darling.

I'm still at mother's.

Oh, what's the matter, Walter?

Every once in a while, I'd like
to come home and find you here.

I thought you're mother
didn't have a telephone.

I came down
to the drugstore especially.

I bought a copy of the final
edition. It's wonderful!

I thought Harry's artwork
was marvelous!

Alright, alright, I like it.

Now, how soon can you get here?

Then I'll have Steven meet you
at the door in his BVD.

Okay, me then!

Well! He swallowed it.

The question is, even for
Walter, how long will he?

Long enough, let's hope.

How long is long enough?

Long enough for me
to get the job. What else?

For me to get you the job.

That's what you mean,
isn't it, darling?

However you want to put it,
let's not fail.

- And then?
- And then?

What are you in this for, Harry?

Is getting a big job
like the satisfaction

of having the big man's wife?

What's gotten in to you?

And what am I in it for?

If you're just
a pastime, sweet..

...oh, you're a very risky one.

With all I have,
what is it I want?

Only the pleasure of paying
back the man who bought me

by giving his most prized
possession to someone else?

What are you
driving at, Dorothy?

Just this.

If I make my husband
give you the big prize

you won't be Walter's man,
you'll be mine

and you'll do as I say

and you won't forget that. Ever.

Okay, kitten

if you want to imagine yourself
as Lady Macbeth or someone...

You just think
about that, darling

because I can always
still change my mind.

Okay, kitten.

We'll think..

...and think..

...and think.

I told him I'd come right home.

Uh-uh.

Don't you want me to do
my utmost in your behalf?

It's probably the drugstore.

That was the last
bottle of scotch.

The drugstore!

One moment please.

Keep the change.

Carlo, Carlo we are discussing
romance, you know.

I gather we are at the stage
of discussing it

in rather general terms.

Well, it's something
to think about.

You see, Carlo, there is also
a physical side to love

and some women are more
demanding than others

and some automobiles are blue.

Oh, darling, look. Of course
I want Mark to prosper.

I want him to be happy,
I want him to get the job

but if you should ask me
if it's love

I'd simply have to say
I just don't know.

So when do you expect
to find out?

Maybe an hour or so.

Carlo's going to have
a busy night.

Just Carlo?

Oh, Ed, look,
am I attractive to you?

I'm in no condition..

...but objectively speaking

I would say yes... very.

Come on to my place.

I would also say that
I am a poisonous, black-souled

weak-kneed so and so.

- So, alright. Your cigarettes.
- Thank you.

Oh, I'm sorry, very sorry.

That's the famous Ed Mobley,
isn't it?

Well he's something
less than famous tonight.

The woman he's with,
they're engaged, uh?

What's her name?
Liggett or something?

No, that's somebody
quite different.

- Oh, I hate kissing in taxis.
- You do?

It's much more fun at home.

Didn't realize you graded
things like that.

Sure you do.

- Your hands are cold.
- Madame, I'm blasted.

The movement of this cab
is slightly inimical to me.

The fact that I can say inimical
proves just how drunk I am.

Oh, darling, I'm not just
doing this for Mark, believe me.

And not out of any sense
of honesty or principle

or faithfulness
to the bride to be

I have to tell you this.

I didn't get
any sleep last night

and darn little the night before

on top of everything else,
I'm getting sick.

I'm human
and human beings get sick.

I'll make you some coffee
when we get home.

I make marvelous coffee.

I wonder what the nice people
are doing tonight.

- Did Mildred tell you too?
- Mildred's told everybody.

You ought to feel
pretty good today.

Your telecast was picked up
by every paper in the country.

Of course, if this whole idea
of provoking the killer

doesn't pan out, you and I are
going to be way out on a limb.

My limb got sawed off.

How is Mildred?

Everybody knows my business.

Nancy too?

I called her
in the middle of the night.

You wanted her to be
the first to know?

I wanted her to hear it from me.

Everybody around here
has heard it from Mildred.

Oh?

She says now she knows you won
the Pulitzer Prize for writing.

That's not the way
it was at all.

If I'm going to be hung,
don't hang me for a sheep.

Come to papa and confess.

I'm going to check with the
accounting department for this.

Mr. Loving's office.

I'm getting pretty sick of
your unreasonable attitude.

Ha ha ha, Walter Kyne
will fall off his chair.

- Congratulations, Mr. Loving.
- Thank you, my dear.

Make three copies of it.

Send copies to Griffith
and to Kritzer.

I'll show the original
to Walter Kyne myself.

- Mr. Griffith and Mr. Kritzer.
- Okay.

Mr. Loving's office.

Walter Kyne's not in.
Try him at home.

Listen.

"M. Loving, Kyne Enterprises,
New York, New York.

"Dear Mark, your scoop on
Mobley's sensational telecast

"was the clincher.

"You may regard the Midwest
Television deal as closed.

Congratulations, Joe."

You're kidding?

That's what you get
for being honest.

Where's Mobley?

I saw him go out
a little while ago.

Try Mobley at the Dell.
If he isn't there, find him.

Operator, is the Kyne residence
still busy?

He would be.

Well, I'm glad you're pleased,
Walter, very glad.

Fine. Fine, Mark. Yeah.

Yeah, we'll talk about it
when I come down to the office.

Right.

Oh!

- What is it, dear?
- Ahh, I'll tell you later.

Something worries my boy.

It's that darn race I started.

Oh, that.

Come over here, darling,
you're so far away.

- I wish I could help you.
- Don't you worry your...

Empty little head.
Fix my back, huh?

And tell me your troubles.
Are you sorry you started it?

Of course not.

I just don't want
to make a mistake.

You won't.

That was Mark Loving
on the phone.

He brought
in the big Midwest deal.

It's worth half a million
if it's worth a penny.

Just when I'd begun
to favor Griffith

much as I personally
dislike him.

Don't tell me you've narrowed
it down to just those two?

They're whaling away

but it's the third one
that worries me the most.

Did I hurt you?

No, darling,
nobody has such hands.

How do you know?

Well, certainly not
from experience.

That I'd bet on.

Harry worries you?

Doesn't he want the job?
He's doing nothing.

He's just going on
doing his work.

Well, maybe it's just as well.
I'd more or less ruled him out.

Oh, I wouldn't do that.

I mean, angel..

Isn't that exactly the faithful
kind of man you want?

Did Harry write
that speech for you?

Have you got a crush
on this guy?

Did I tell you to invite him?

You're the one that
brings him around.

Oh, I'm kidding.

Oh I'll get it.
Your hands are oily.

Funny thought though. That duck
legged so and so Kritzer.

If the reason he doesn't seem
to be fighting like the others

is because he's working
on me through you.

Ha! Too funny for words.

If it's the office, I'm staying
here until late afternoon.

Hello?

Dorothy, the roof's
falling in down here.

I've got to see you.

Why, Mary darling.
How nice, but I can't.

Walter's staying home
with me today.

Oh, I'd love to go
to the fashion show

but Walter won't be
going to the office

till late afternoon.

Get away. Use the old excuse.
Everything depends on it.

I know I promised and it
would be divine, but..

Call me in an hour
or so, huh? Bye.

I wouldn't mind too much,
if it'd be fun for you.

Oh, you don't want me to leave
you for a silly fashion show.

Buy things I shouldn't have.

Oh, go ahead, dear, I like you
to have nice things. I insist.

Well, darling, when you put it
that way, if you insist

of course I'll do it.

Haven't you located Mobley yet?

Try Lt. Kaufman,
maybe he'll know.

The whole thing
was a snide scheme.

You made Burt call me for lunch
just so you could get at me.

Nancy, look, I may be a snide,
doubled in spades

but I didn't..

'There comes Burt now.'

- Hello.
- Hello.

Lover's spat?

Yeah, she just called
me a dirty name.

And not in a very admiring
tone of voice.

- Oh. Eddie was a bad boy, huh?
- In a taxi cab.

I told you I got sick
and went home.

Ask him what he was doing
there in the first place.

Alright. What were you doing
there in the first place?

I was seduced.
Loving sicked his dame on me

and I had a few drinks with her,
let her kiss me

told her "no" on Mark Loving

and dropped her off
in front of her hotel.

I didn't even go up for a cup
of coffee, invited though I was.

Another time?

- Yes, sir?
- Brandy.

And a hemlock for me.

Burt, it's not
what he did or didn't do.

He just doesn't know
how to say no.

The night we got engaged, I
told him he didn't mean it.

He said I was crazy, the next
thing I know he is caressing

Mildred Donner
in a common carrier.

If he wants to marry me,
why does he have to do that?

Stop the world and let me off.

Work your beef out later, kids.
Let's get down to business.

What I've got to say is strictly
over this table, alright?

Sure.

Okay. The two murders
and maybe some before...

Were not committed
by the same man.

They were.

We went back in to
the Felton girl's place

and found a strand of hair
which matches

the hair from the second murder.

- What's the big secret?
- I've got more for you.

Equally confidential.

Everything is confidential.
Except me and Mildred.

Now, listen, we've run
onto the record a string

of unsolved burglaries
committed months ago.

We think that's the way
this boy may have started.

He steals only ladies things,
from lone, unprotected girls.

This guy's a real nut on dames.

And this description
begins to fit Mobley?

Now, Burt, I know our next move.

Put Nancy's picture in the paper
or use her on the telecast.

Oh, no you don't. Print
Mildred's picture. Use her.

- Where are you going?
- Out of your life.

I'm so much in love with her,
it aches.

Well, she's loved you too.
She's treated you right.

But I didn't do anything!

You figure if you're drunk
it doesn't count, huh?

I only kissed her.

The way I just heard it,
she kissed you.

A few more times around,
this is going to be

a pretty lively story.

- But I didn't do anything!
- The next time you will.

- There won't be a next time.
- Well, tell Nancy that.

- Yeah, tell Nancy.
- For you, Mr. Mobley.

Aha! She made it just as far as
the first telephone booth.

Strong woman.

Honey, I graciously
accept your apology.

'Don't honey me,
you miserable character!'

Now Mark Loving is being
congratulated

from Tokyo to Timbuktu!

Only a miracle can help me now.

And you dillydallying
in a haunt of pleasure.

Somebody has to have some fun.

That was Griffith.

Burt, let's think.

His crimes have become more and
more frequent, violent, bolder.

He's got to have a new element
in them now, something, uh..

- What do you mean?
- Well, something daring.

Every murder he committed
has always been at night.

- Yeah.
- Then maybe...

What?

The next one will be
in cold daylight.

You think, uh...

Yeah, that figures.

The final insolence,
broad daylight.

You mean something that
will satisfy his urge to kill

but at the same time
increase his excitement.

Burt! Maybe to kill even
while she's guarded.

- Are you going to be in later?
- All day.

I'll get some lunch
down at the corner.

The phone number's on this card.

If you change your mind,
let me know.

I promise.

Who is it?

Ed.

'Go away, Mobley,
leave me alone.'

Please, leave me alone.

What do you want?

Get out of here.
Get away.

Help! Help!

Oh, let me in, please.
Close the door.

Stop him. He's the killer,
stop him. Stop him.

Nancy, are you alright?

He ran around the corner,
hurry, hurry.

Get up there.

Ah!

No! No! No.

No. Argh. Argh.

Charles, you'd be amazed. This
phone hasn't stopped ringing.

I never knew
I had so many friends.

'Course it doesn't necessarily
mean the big thing.

Yeah, at least
that's not official.

Well?

We got him, John.
We really got him.

Are we ahead
of the other papers?

Absolutely alone,
an hour or maybe more.

Kaufman's got him here now
in the precinct station.

He's questioning him
in the next room.

If it gets on the Police Ticket

it'll be on every
news-room in town.

Don't worry, John.

It'll get on as
an ordinary precinct arrest

man molesting a woman.

Happens every day. No paper
will bother to pick that up.

Everything worked.

This guy knocked
on Nancy's door.

She wouldn't open it,
so he went after another woman.

We got it from O'Leary.

We're two hours away
from deadline.

- We got enough to go with now?
- Yes. I've got murder, John.

The Kelly girl
and the Pelton girl

and at least two more
before them.

How're you going to handle it?

Extra. What do you think I'd do?

I don't want any boy scout talk
about Loving and wire service

or anything else.

Anybody who's gonna read this,
will read it in the Sentinel.

Hold on. Give it to Leary.

Jim. Jim. Jim.

Leary, Jim.

Take this right,
you hear me. Quick.

I want the front page
down to the fold.

Remake anything you've set.
We're getting out an extra.

Don't say anything about this.

Circulation.

Benny? John Griffith.

How many trucks
you got handy? Extra.

I want to spread midtown,
Grand Central Penn Station

bus terminal by 5:30.

Keep everybody's yap shut.

First run, 20,000.

John, what about pictures?

We don't need pictures.

Kritzer doesn't have to know
anything about this.

Mrs. Kyne, please.

She left that long ago?

Well, thank you, Steven.

Nothing more about
the women he molested?

That's all up to now. Just says
she's a Mrs. Charles Smith.

I'll call you back.

He should get another
Pulitzer Prize for this.

You may get something too.

I want the first paragraph,
eight columns, 14 point fold.

Nobody moves from this desk.

- Wish I could trust you.
- Can't you, darling?

To get the woman's angle,
how I could use a sob story.

But I'm not your type of man.
You'd give it to Loving.

Mm-mm, I'm an independent
operator now.

- Really?
- Certainly.

- He turned me loose.
- Okay, I'll take a chance.

There's a bonus in it for you,
if you deliver it just to me.

Very little Mark could do
about it now, anyway.

- Is it a good story, John?
- It's a pip.

Do you know where
Nancy Liggett lives?

Nancy? Sure.

Go up and interview the woman
you find there.

- Right now.
- Right now. Thank you.

- Where have you been?
- Over here and there, darling.

Well, you're the only one
who hasn't congratulated me.

Well... congratulations.

- You still my baby?
- You ought to know that, love.

Thanks so much.
Mrs. Smith is very grateful.

That's alright.

Thanks for the sweater.
I'll return it soon.

No hurry, Mrs. Smith.

Ms. Liggett, we-we trust in your
discretion, Mrs. Smith and I.

And again, thanks so very much.

Thank you, Ms. Liggett.

Well, well, if it
isn't Mrs. Walter Kyne.

Oh no, you can't be the woman
I was supposed to interview.

Did Mark Loving put you up?

- No, darling, he didn't.
- I think you're lying.

Harry, I don't particularly care
what you think.

Who is this, Harry?

Mildred Donner, from The Office.

Oh, well. Why don't we
all have a drink?

Good idea. Harry looks
as though he needs one.

And then let's talk.

After all, we are three
civilized human beings.

- Well, of course, let's talk.
- Yeah, let's.

Nancy, can't we let
bygones be bygones?

You got your story, Ed.
A big scoop.

So be happy.

Well, I don't want to be happy.
I don't wan..

Nancy? Nancy!

She hung up on me.

Here's the full text
of the confession.

Would you like
to have it exclusive?

Thanks, Burt.

You can buy me a drink sometime.

Sure... sure.

There she blows.

I haven't given very much
thought to my successor.

I'll keep you in mind.

Okay, bye.

Extra?

Joe, get this on the wire.

- Neat, but nasty.
- Want to make a bet, Mark?

- On what?
- On me.

John, how long have you
had this story?

It seemed a lifetime.

Why didn't you give it
to the news-wire?

- You can ask that again.
- I did.

After you'd extra.

Your news-wire
still had it first

and you knew your paper
was on the street with it.

Hey, maybe you were right.
That was good thinking, John.

It was every man for himself,
now it's good thinking.

Why haven't we got a picture
of the murderer?

Where was Kritzer
when this thing broke?

I don't know.
You can ask him.

Well, I'd like a little more
cooperation around here.

Where have you been?
Don't you work here?

You'll find out where I've been.

I've got something
to take up with you.

Harry, who do you think
you're talking to?

And right now, Walter,
in the privacy of your office.

Come on.

Mildred, what's going on?

Well?

Oh, about the race, darling,
I have news for you.

You both come in a tie.
Second place.

Laugh it off, John.

You're still the best newspaper
editor in the United States.

Of the Sentinel anyway.

- And the whole thing figures.
- How can you say that?

- Harry Kritzer.
- I say, it figures.

There you were, you and Loving,
batting your brains out.

Loving brings in
a television contract

worth half a million dollars.

You and I cook up a scheme
to catch the killer.

Endangering, let us not forget

the life of one of the most
wonderful gals in the..

Carlo, can you please find me
a sandwich and a glass of milk?

You bet I can.

Continue.
You get a great scoop.

A text of the full confession
of the killer.

Exclusively.

And who ends up on top?

Honest Harry Kritzer..

...because all the time,
he's been playing footsie

with Walter's wife.

Shall I continue?

Continue.

I love to be sad.

Harry Kritzer gets the job,
Walter Kyne gets his wife back

and Mildred Donner ends up
with a syndicated column.

And you and I each
get a $1000 bonus.

And they'll have to
mail mine to me.

I've quit.

You don't mean that.

Kyne has my letter
of resignation.

Am I supposed to laugh
this off too?

Every man protects
what is most precious to him.

Gets down to the squeeze, John,
that's it.

Big men protect big things,
and little men

like Walter Kyne..

Don't stop on my account.

May I serve all you gentlemen
a drink on the house?

I'll have mine straight, Carlo.

'Yes, sir.'

I invited you
to continue, Mobley.

Little men protect what they
consider most precious to them.

Walter Kyne. What does
he have to protect?

His face, appearances.

The appearances that go along
with 10 million dollars.

And a smile from the owner
of The Cub Room.

And a beautiful, faithless wife.

Feel sorry for him, John.

He carries his own cross
on his two by four shoulders.

He knows just how little
he really is.

I'll mail you a post, John.

Ed. Ed.

I don't know why
we had to travel all night

to get married in Florida.

They do it nice here.

You folks read the local paper?

- That's just why we came.
- Thank you.

I'll take it.

My my, they have it here too.

"I confess.

"Full text of the New York
Lipstick Killer's confession

by Edward Mobley."

- So I confess.
- And listen to this.

"Mr. Walter Kyne announces
the appointment..."

- So he confesses too.
- "Announces the appointment..."

Look, I haven't had any sleep
for two nights, honey.

Get your things off.

It's your wedding day,
you want to look nice.

"Announces the appointment
of John Day Griffith

"as executive director
of Kyne Newspapers

and Associated Enterprises."

Now, you're making that up.

"And announces that
Mr. Harry Kritzer..

"...Mr. Harry Kritzer, veteran
chief of Kyne Pics leaves

"immediately on a two year tour
as a roving ambassador

of goodwill to friendly nations
all over the globe."

Little boys grow up.
You never know.

"At the same time, Mr. Kyne
disclosed the appointment

"of Mildred Donner,
former women's writer

to the newly created post of
personal assistant to Mr. Kyne."

Now, that's better.
Romance is not dead.

"Consistent with the policy
of rewarding merit..."

Look at this
beautiful night gown.

And a shorty too.

Put it down, darling,
it's daylight.

And you can see
right through it.

"Consistent with the policy
of rewarding merit

"Mr. Edward Mobley will be
tendered the position

of managing editor
of the New York Sentinel."

Where?

My my, how warm
it gets down here.

He can't do this.
Wait till I see him.

I'll tell him a few things.

What does he think? Everybody
has to jump when he whistles?

I did something for you
this morning.

I know you did. You made
an honest man out of me.

I couldn't buy you that
explorer's license, darling.

They never heard
of such a thing.

Best I could do
was a hunting license.

'That would be Mr. Kyne.'

'Was there something
you wanted to say to him?'