All language subtitles for The Mugger 1958_eng

We need good cops
even though you are a psychiatrist now.

And this mugging business seems
to be something right down my alley.

You think so, huh?

Well, let's see how
this new science works.

Oh, first, we'll see how
the old science works.

Uh, you know what I need,
six cars in the area, two men in each car.

- I'll take Kelly with me.
- You got it.

I'll feed you everything
I know as soon as I can.

I've got last night's job outside,
Katherine Elio.

Here's her case history, doctor.

- Anything interesting?
- No, they talked to her downstairs.

They've got all the facts.

Now, they're waiting
for you to interpret.

Oh, the boys are waiting
for me to interpret, huh?

Well,
I better give it a try. Bring her in.

This way please.

This is Dr. Graham.

I don't need no doctor. And if I do,
I got a family doctor.

Dr. Graham is a psychiatrist,
Ms. Elio.

Psychiatrist?

Well, now that's the straw
to break any camel's back.

I get attacked on a city street
where I'm entitled to protection.

The guy who did it
needs him, not me.

Please, please,
sit down, Ms. Elio.

Let me tell you something.

I don't believe in headshrinkers,
how do you like that?

I think they're overrated.

I'll tell you the truth.

I'm sorry, I reported it.

How do you like that?
I'm sorry, I reported it.

All the guy got was a lousy
four and a half bucks plus the bag

which I didn't pay for anyway, which I
got from the guy who gets them wholesale.

And this guy, he's been trying
to make a little time with me,

which he hasn't got
to first base

but he keeps trying.

He cut your cheek, didn't he?

The guy who get
the bags wholesale?

No, no, no,
the last night's mugger.

You realize of course that you're
not the first one who's been attacked?

Well, it wasn't
an attack really,

if you know what I mean
by attack.

Now, the man is not a rapist.

So far there hasn't been
any actual sexual attack

but you're one of a series.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know,
I read in the papers.

You had a pretty
hard time for today, haven't you?

You can say that again.

Now, why don't you just
sit back and relax?

I'll give it a fast
run through and then,

if you don't mind,
just a few little questions, hmm?

All right.
Talk me into it, doc.

Now, late last night,
you were walking along a deserted street.

You were carrying a hand bag,
shiny, over the shoulder type.

Patent leather. That's the only
kind the guy gets wholesale.

Suddenly, an arm is around your throat
and you were pulled back into a dark alley.

The attacker was a tall man,
wearing dark glasses, and he had knife.

But it was too dark for you
to have any other description.

He cut the bag for my shoulder,
he said, "Don't scream."

And somehow, at the back of your mind,
you felt relieved.

You felt the robbery was over
and that you wouldn't be harmed.

When suddenly, he used his knife

on your left cheek
and then he ran.

And now,
Ms. Elio, just a little help, huh?

Yeah.

Try to remember
something about him.

Any detail.

All right.

So, he was tall

and he was wearing a hat

and then dark glasses.

How tall was he?

Tall like you, tall.

- And then he spoke?
- He said, "Don't scream."

What was his voice like?
High, low, rough, smooth?

What do I know?

A voice, a nice, deep,

soft talking voice.

Kind of like yours,
a gentleman's voice,

kind of sexy, too,
if you know what I mean.

Thank you, Ms. Elio.

Now, can you tell us
anything else about him?

Nope, you got it all, doc.

Do you mind if I look
at the knife wound?

- You won't hurt?
- No, no, I won't hurt.

Thin, straight cut,
not too deep,

almost...

Almost tender.

Sure, real tender.

Three stitches worth of tender.

Well, that's about all,
Ms. Elio.

Now, that wasn't too bad,
was it?

No.

Not too good either.

You really work
a person over at this station.

I... I hope you do
as much as the crooks.

Well, thank you very much
for your cooperation.

Oh.

I'm sorry what I
said about the psychiatrist, doctor.

Well... You know how it is.

Some people think they're crazy.

More people than you think.
Goodbye, Ms. Elio.

Goodbye, doctor.

Yeah, like I said,

kind of sexy, like you.

Uh-huh.

Well, that's a number 11.

Eleven in eight weeks.

All in a pattern,
all in the same area,

Lincoln Heights,
all the bags taken by cutting them away.

All women, all cut in a thin
straight line on the left cheek.

And all hysterical.

They should be.

This is a new type of criminal,

a compulsive-obsessive male.

Does odd things and odd
places for odd reasons.

Well, I got to run.

Oh, Kelly, you're sitting on a
plan for me tonight, you know?

Yes, I know. Where will
I pick you up, at Claire's?

- Uh-huh.
- Lady cops.

Do we need them?

Her two citations and a
special mention say that we do.

- Uh, doc.
- Yup.

I think the Chief's
falling for her.

Let him get in line behind me.

See you later.

Hello, Eddie.

Oh hello, doc.

How are things going, Eddie?

Oh, well lately, doc,
I've been running myself pretty ragged,

with Pharmacy College
every morning on the G.I. Bill

and working most every
afternoon and evenings in this hack.

And then on top that,
a wife who's expecting in three months

but who still wants to go out to a movie
or to a concert if I get home early enough.

Well, maybe you ought to
take her out once in a while.

Well, what happens, doc,
usually when I get a night off

is I come home and just fall
asleep in front of the television set.

Sometimes Molly just sits
there and cries when I do.

You're both young,
try to see it her way.

Well, I'm trying, doc.

I'm trying but right now,
we got ourselves another problem, Jeannie.

- Isn't that Molly's sister?
- Yeah.

You've never seen her,
never met her, but well,

she's something to look at,
about 18 and is she built.

She stays out
most every hour of the night,

sometimes won't even talk to Molly and that
worries her, and then Molly worries me.

Well, you shouldn't get excited
about a kid who wants a good time.

Does she go to school?

Oh, no, no school.

No, no, she works up
at that Coquet.

The diamond dance joint?

Yeah, that'll give you an idea of some
of the friends she hangs around with.

Molly thinks she's in some sort
of trouble she can't talk about.

That's why she made me promise
to bring you home, doc.

When?

Well, as the matter of fact,
right now.

It's impossible,
I'm late already.

Well, look, doc, I tell you.

This is something I don't know
how to handle

and I know you specialize
in people's problems

and believe me, right now,
Jeannie, well, she is a problem.

Make it another time.

Well, doc, I'm telling you,
this time, it is urgent.

She's threatening to leave
home and just yesterday,

she just stood there
the middle of the room

and told Molly to shut up
and mind her own business.

Now, she doesn't even
consider us old enough to talk to.

Could you come by for just a few minutes,
doc? It's right on the way.

Well, all right.

But I'll have to make
a call from your house.

Oh, that's all right.
Be my guest.

There is the phone, doc.

Molly is probably upstairs,
I'll go get her.

Thanks.

- Hi.
- Hello.

My name's Graham, Pete Graham.

- Nicholas Grecco.
- Nick.

- I just got to use the phone.
- Okay.

Oh, don't leave,
it's nothing personal.

It's quite all right.
Nice to have met you.

- Hi, sweet.
- Peter, where are you?

Tied up slightly.

Oh, I'm starved.
How long will you be?

Oh, say, um, half an hour.

Well, hurry up.
I'm on duty tonight.

I know. So am I.
Goodbye.

Molly will be down
in a couple of minutes, doc.

I hear you met the ghost
that haunts the house.

- Ghost?
- Yeah, Grecco.

He sticks to this house
like wallpaper.

See, he's got it kind
of bad for Jeannie.

Oh, what is he, a neighbor?

Yeah, he lives up the street
in that big house we went by,

been away on school for a while

and when he came back and
found Jeannie all grown up.

Now, we can't get him
out of the house.

What about Jeannie,
does she like him?

No, I don't even think
she knows he's alive

but he keeps hanging around
like a dope.

You know, Molly and I
kind of sorry for him

because he's really not a bad
sort of a fellow,

bit of a screw ball,
if you ask me.

- Hello, Dr. Graham.
- Molly.

You're looking very well.

I hear the baby
is only three months off.

Dr. Graham, I know Eddie
kidnapped you.

And it's unfair of me
to make him do it.

Forget it, I'm glad to help.

Now, tell me about Jeannie.

Where is she?

She locked herself in her room.

We told her you were here.

Dr. Graham,

I was 18 once myself,
not too long ago.

I know something
about girls problems but...

What seems to
be specifically wrong?

I don't know.

I can't get a peep out of her.

But she's in trouble,
serious trouble.

Oh, now, Molly,
you know, I don't know,

you and that imagination
of yours.

She's got secrets, Eddie.

Somebody's got
to pry it out of her

and I was hoping
maybe you knew how.

She's built a wall between us.

Sometimes I think she hates me.

Oh, Molly,
that's a terrible thing to say.

She's threatened to leave home,

that would just kill my mother.

She's sick already.

Look, Molly,
this is why the doc's here.

Now, why don't
we let him talk to her?

I'm going to take Molly on down to
her appointment with the doctors but...

Well, I'll be back
to pick you up, doc.

Stay with her.
I can get another cab.

Well, I got to work, doc.

I'll be back for you.

Jeannie.

Jeannie, the doc's
down here waiting.

I'm leaving now with Molly.

Thank you for coming,
Dr. Graham.

Come on, honey.

We'll be back, doc.

So, you're Jeannie.

What is it you want?

Whose idea was this anyway?

Maybe Molly is trying to fix
me up with a likely prospect?

No,
I'm not a likely prospect.

I've got a girl of my own,
maybe you know her, Claire Townsend?

You and that girl
from the dance hall?

Perhaps that makes us
better friends?

Look, I know all about
who you are and all that.

Jeannie, your sister
is very worried about you.

She's got more
to worry about herself.

Maybe she's getting
a little old.

Maybe she's getting a little
jealous of a younger sister.

She thinks you're keeping
secrets from her.

I have no secrets.

Are you in any kind
of trouble, Jeannie?

If I was, would I tell you?

Perhaps not,
but why not tell Molly?

I wouldn't tell it
to anybody yet.

I'll work it out my own way.

Are you working it out
your own way?

Maybe I am.

Look, I don't want to pry but I happen
to know your sister is very worried.

She looks for trouble.

All she has to do
is sit here all day long,

waiting for her baby to be born.

Look, I didn't send for you.

Suppose, I'll drop around
at the Coquet some night

and you and Claire and I go out and
have a drink and a bite to eat, hmm?

No.

No drinks, no bites.

Please give me chance
to help, let me try.

I'll call you when I need you.

Goodbye for now.

Goodbye, Jeannie.

I guess I haven't been
much help to your sister.

Dr. Graham.

Yes, Jeannie.

Thanks, anyway.

That's all right, Jeannie.

Jeannie.

Now you.

What's the matter with me?

- Going out tonight?
- Yes.

You and me, Jeannie?

No.

Where are you going?

You're making a survey?

Where are you going?
I asked you fair.

To work.

It's a word you wouldn't know.

Why don't you...

Why don't you just skip that joint
tonight and we'll do the town, huh?

- I'm in the mood.
- I'm not.

Please, Jeannie,
you and me, please?

No.
Once and for all, no.

I'll kill you for that.

This coffee is just
strong enough.

And the roast beef
was just rare enough.

- You're getting to be quite a cook.
- Thank you, sir.

Why a new bride is supposed
to be such dopes about cooking.

Oh, that's only comic strips.

By the way,

when are you going
to be my new bride?

Soon. As soon as I get a couple
of more assignments behind me.

How are things going
in that dancehall job?

Oh, it's on for the night.

I have a date
to dance with a pusher.

You see,
we have a little deal. He trusts me now.

I don't like it.
It's too dangerous.

Hopheads get funny ideas.

Who doesn't?

Anyway, I'm covered.

I still don't like your volunteering
for these dangerous assignments.

Why not?

Oh, figure it all out at once

but when you do, include me,

a home, and children.

That's what I want
more than anything.

Oh, easy, easy.

Just give me a little more time.

It's getting late.
I better go.

Maybe I'll drop around later
and take you home.

I'll save you a dance.

Does the name Jean or Jeannie
Page mean anything to you?

Definitely.

Very pretty, very young,
very sexy.

That's my girl.

I met her earlier this evening.

Oh, you don't stand a chance.
She's in love.

How do you know?

Trust the woman's intuition.

So, Jeannie is in love.

Well, that must be
an important part of it.

Of what?

- Hello, Kelly.
- Hi, Claire.

How about a cup of coffee?

Thanks.
There isn't time.

Now, another mugging again tonight,
the same routine.

We better get going.

I'll tell Jeannie Page to expect you.

You do just that.

We got a 11 similar
muggings now.

Draw me a picture,
will you, doc?

What kind of a guy
is he, a monster?

No.
He's no monster.

He's an ordinary man
like you and I, affably.

But then, well,
he's got a conflict that keeps him hopping.

- That's an opinion.
- Only.

Does he know what he's doing

and what he may be in for
if he gets caught?

Oh, he knows for sure.

But why no sexual attack?

I mean, if the motive
isn't robbery like you say.

What he does represents
a sexual attack for him.

Hmm?

A psychoanalyst would tell you
that the knife, the cutting,

the pocketbook are all symbols.

Ah...

I guess he's no plain
everyday mugger.

Not a chance. He can't help
himself. He's a driven man.

His pattern is set.

He'll hit and hit again
until we catch him.

And when we do,
I think he'll be glad to see us.

Hey, dig that.

Your type?

Hey, doc.

Could our mugger kill?

He could but I doubt it.

Doc.

Just a minute, mac.

What is this?
A stick up?

You just told everything.
Check him.

He's clean.

Any special destination, mac?

What do you mean?
Where am I going?

That's what I mean, mac.

What gives you the office
to be asking questions?

This.

Cops.

Now, where was it
you were going, mac?

I was going home.
That's where I was going.

You weren't perchance
following that good looking doll

that just came along
now were you?

Yeah, I was.

And it wasn't by no perchance.

Would you sort of, uh,
explain that if you please?

I don't need no explanation.

This is a democracy, ain't it?
It's the United States, man.

Man has got to right to follow
up on his own wife, ain't he?

- Wife?
- You heard me right.

Well, how come you were
following her instead of escorting her?

Simple.
We had a battle.

She's the flirtatious type.

We have lots of battles,
mostly in saloons.

All right, mac, get in the car.

In the car, for what?

A free ride.
We're taking you home.

All right, come on.

Don't you have a key?

She took them.

Yeah. Who is it?

It's me, Mac.

Your name really Mac?

Yes. So what?
What's wrong with Mac?

Nothing, Mac.
Not a thing.

Who are your friends?

They ain't no friends.
They're cops.

Cops? What are you doing
with cops? What's going on?

- They...
- Look, lady, uh,

he was following you
and we thought we better...

He's got a right
to follow me, ain't he?

A husband has got a right to
follow a wife. I read it somewhere.

Oh, we were mainly interested
in protecting you, you understand?

Hey, you're cute.

I mean, if a guy ain't got a
right to follow his wife, who has?

I mean, it's perfectly legal,
ain't it?

Wow. Where did you
get that eye?

She gave it to me.

The other night, another battle.

Another saloon.

On the other hand, a gorgeous
guy can follow another man's wife

and I got nothing against that

if the other man's wife is me

and the gorgeous guy
might be someone like you.

- Hey.
- Look, it happens.

Everything depends
on the point of view,

all kinds of points,
all kinds of views.

Well, you've made your point.

Good night.

Get in here.

Ah, chalk up another false lead.

You know, when you think
there are dozens of teams like us

doing the same thing
we are with no results.

It's a pretty discouraging, huh?

What do we do now?

You go back to the car
and sit it out.

I'm going for a walk.

So, there ain't very much
I really can tell you.

I remember I screamed.

First, I screamed,
and then I passed out, passed out cold.

So, naturally, there ain't
very much I really can tell you.

When I come to,
I was in this here alley.

My bag was gone
and my face was bleeding.

Do you have any idea
what time it was

when you got off
the bus Mrs. Wexler?

Oh, yeah.
On that I got a perfect idea.

I looked at my watch
just before I got off.

So, naturally,
I got a perfect idea what time it was.

Naturally.

What time was it,
Mrs. Wexler?

It was 20 minutes after 4:00.

That's about a half hour after
we finished with Mac and his wife.

Do you usually come home
that late, Mrs. Wexler?

I was over by my
sister's house for canasta,

you know, canasta,
the card game.

Well,
the girls got over a little late.

And you know how it is
when you play cards.

First thing you know
it's very late.

Well, thank you
very much, Mrs. Wexler.

- I can go?
- Mmm-hmm.

And I do hope we haven't
inconvenienced you.

No. It's only, uh...

From here on, I ain't walking
the street without no escort.

Not once, I ain't walking.

Of course.

Goodbye. Oh.

- Goodbye, Mr. Kelly.
- Goodbye, Mrs. Wexler.

Chief wants you
to see this, Pete.

Some information that just
came through from Chicago.

He wants you to follow up on it.

- Mmm.
- What do we got, doc?

Information from Chicago.

They have a mugger out there

who once worked with a mugger called
Jack Randolph alias Skippy Randolph.

Oh, what's that got to
do with us?

Well, the ex-con says that Skippy is here,
arrived July 29th.

July 29th.

That's the date of the first
mugging in this whole series.

The Chief thinks
we ought to look into it.

What do you think?

Well, if the Chief thinks we
ought to look into it, we look into it.

- Did Chicago send a description?
- Yeah.

Tall, dark, about 35,
visit the can twice,

both times for second
degree assault,

mugging in the streets.

Tall, dark, about 35. Phew.

Go find this particular type
of guy in a city the size of this.

Just go find him.

Have you ever been
to a Turkish bath?

- Turkish bath?
- Have you ever been?

No.
I've never been.

You're gonna be.

Hello. Get me Fats Donner,
the Donner Baths in 4th Street.

Yeah, that's right, Fats Donner.

A small time hustler like this Randolph,
sooner or later,

he hits Donner's Turkish
baths and if he doesn't,

Fats Donner knows
where to find him.

It's a sort of clearing house
in the cheap hood department.

And this Fats Donner
will talk, huh?

For smaller favors granted
by the department.

What kind of man, Fats Donner?

Oh, uh, a character, cynical with
a lot of peculiar ideas of his own.

Always in his own steam
bath trying to lose weight.

Hi there, Fats.

Hi, there.

Who's your friend?

Jim Kelly.

- Hi, Jimmy Kelly.
- Hi, Mr. Donner.

Sit down, cats.

Make yourself at home.

Oh, scram out of here you guys.

Well, it isn't lieutenant taking
a Turkish bath in the afternoon.

Fellow named Randolph,
a small time chump,

flew in from Chicago
about eight weeks ago.

I dig, lieutenant.

That cat's square handler is Jack
but he goes by the name Skippy.

You're a real hip,
Mr. Donner.

You, uh, want him bad?

The Chief's interested.

Oh, moving up
in the company, huh?

How do you like
to have him tonight?

I'd love to have him
tonight, Fatso.

Please don't call me Fatso.

I hate being him.

I'd love to have him
tonight, Fats.

I got my license renewal coming
up in a couple of weeks, lieutenant.

We bath a thousand here,
you know.

Nice clean joint.

How do you think I'm going to
make out my renewal, lieutenant?

If you're bathing a thousand, you
shouldn't have any trouble, I don't think.

I got you're okay
on that, lieutenant.

If you're batting a thousand.

I am batting.
I am batting.

Then you got the okay.

Sold.

Now, how would you like to
go to a little crap game tonight?

A floater from Albany in one of
the warehouses here in town?

- Will Mr. Randolph be there?
- You betcha.

And who figures to know you since
you became a whole big doctor bit, eh?

What time, Fats?

Uh, about ten bells.

I'll pick you up.

You've got a date, man,
but please, no rumble.

It should all be quiet, quiet.

Okay.
I'll keep it very quiet.

There's a fix-in
with the watchman.

No trouble with the police?

Ah, no trouble. Like I told you,
it's a floating crap game.

They haven't caught up
with us yet.

First man on the left,
that's Randolph.

Hi, fat stuff.

Play with us.

Not me.
I don't dig dice.

I'm strictly in the card world.

This guy is the sucker. Me?
I'm blowing.

How are things going,
hot or cold?

Hot and cold.
Depends on who's shooting.

Take twice.
Shoot for it.

- Twenty o three.
- Got it.

Oh, fresh money.

Let's roll them.
Let's roll them.

All right. You got it.
You got it. It's all on the table.

Oh.

Come on, Joe, Joe, Joe.
Hey, Joe.

- Oh!
- There you go.

Four right.

I got it covered.

- Here you go. Here you go.
- Here you go.

Come on baby. Come
on baby. And here we go.

Shoot the 50, let it lay.

All right. All right.
I got it covered.

Shoot it. Cut it off.

- I got 50.
- I got the other 50.

Hot, hot.
Hot as a pistol.

Shoot the works gentleman.
Double or nothing.

- I got a hundred.
- I got the other hundred.

- Dice.
- Dice.

- Let's roll them.
- Let's roll them.

All right, let's go.
Let's go.

Turn it on. Turn it on.

All right.

Shoot it all.

Four hundred bananas.

Come on gentlemen,
drop your money. You're holding me up.

- Four hundred open.
- I got 200.

All right. All right.
I got the other two.

- Wait a minute.
- Yeah?

I'd like to see the dice.

Oh, come on man.
You're holding me up.

This is the first good roll
I've had tonight.

I want to see those dice.

Well, you'll see them when
they get around to you.

Man, like you've been
asking for it.

Hold it.

All right.

Scoop up that 800 bucks.

These monkeys
make us play rough.

We're entitled to
a little profit.

We're going through that door
and down those steps backwards.

The first punk that puts his head
through gets a load of lead, so help me.

Let's get out of here
and split the dough.

Well,

you really threw
those bums around.

Where'd you learn to Judo?

- I was in the Marines.
- Uh, okay.

I was in the corps too,
6th Division.

I was in the 3rd.

- Iwo?
- Uh-huh.

I was at Iwo and Okinawa both.

Rough, huh?

What are you doing now?

Mmm...

- I'm driving a truck.
- Uh-huh.

And you use the gun for protection
against dangerous pedestrians.

What about you?

- Do you want the truth?
- Sure.

I just got out of the can.

- What they hit you for?
- Nothing serious.

I pasted a dame, a hooker,
only she tried to hook the wrong guy, me.

Dames.
They're always trouble.

Look, maybe tonight
was a lucky break.

Maybe you and me
ought to tie up.

You with your Judo.

I got something going
that's pretty good.

I thought you were
a truck driver.

I got laid off.

If your proposition is good,
kid, I'm listening.

Mugging. It's safe.

Well, look who's here.

- Oh, it's you.
- What are you doing here?

Ah. I just like Chinese food,
those soft noodle is crazy.

Oh, you must be
working on that...

You got any news for me?

News? No.

No, but I decided I wouldn't
take anymore chances.

That's why Sidney is here,
my wholesale boyfriend.

- How do you do?
- Protection, huh?

Well, uh, look, I'm very busy just now,
would you mind?

Well, there's no point
being rude, is there?

I didn't mean anything.

Oh, don't be silly, Sidney.

Isn't he cute?

Mmm.

I can't appreciate that fact.

I'll be calling you about that,
uh, matter in a couple of days.

Oh, you promise?

Oh, don't call,
just come around.

You got the address.

Look,
honey. What does he get for you wholesale?

Plenty.

You too got something
going together?

Oh, yeah, they are old friends.

- Mmm.
- What's the racket?

I'm in the garment business.

He sure is.

Listen, I'll talk to you some
other time. Good night, huh?

Oh, I can take a hint,
come on, Sidney.

You call, you promise.

I will.

Uh, it's healing fast.

That's good.
Take care of it.

I'll see you.

What hit her?

A gang fight. She's
always getting to trouble.

- She's wanted in six states.
- That dizzy broad?

She's mixed up in
a hot furniture deal.

The guy with her
is just a front.

They wouldn't go
for that type in Chicago.

Forget it. Now, what was this
proposition you were talking to me about?

Mugging.

On a dark street your hardly
taking a chance.

Old guys?

Old guys, young guys,
what's the diff?

Safe, clean and easy,
but the loot's chicken feed.

No, no,

not if you work
the right neighborhoods.

Why, with a guy like you,
we can...

I don't like it,
knocking off old guys and dames.

Who said anything
about dames? No, no.

Dames, I steer away from.

Right away,
they try and hang an attempted rape on you

and like that,
they put you away for a long, long time.

No, dames is out.

Carrying a gun on a heist
like that is just as bad.

We don't carry a gun on
them kind of operations.

You carried it tonight.

Look,
it's a memory of the stretch I did on Iwo.

Well, old souvenir.

Or San Quentin.

No, you're kidding.

Sure.

I got me a war souvenir too,
a bazooka.

Only it's too big to carry.
Let's see the beast.

- Loaded and prepared, huh?
- Yeah.

When it rains,
you carry an umbrella.

Now, I can tell you something,
I'm you too.

- No, let's see.
- Look.

Oh, no.

What did I do?

We will find out downtown.

Can't we stay uptown and talk?

No. Get going.

And if I say no?

Please, will you slide out of
there nice and easy? Be good.

This may be your gun
but I'm holding it.

Now, let's go.

What a sucker.

Where did you ever get
the name of Skippy?

Come back little cheetah,

back to the land of the living.

- What?
- You are far away.

- Yes, I was.
- You want to tell me?

I wouldn't dare.

What are you doing here
anyway? A nice girl like you.

What else can I do?

What else do I know?

You're so young,
you should be in school.

I can't have my sister
supporting me.

What about a nice boy?
Getting married?

No.

But there is someone,
I saw him once, you know?

Okay, girls, shake it up.

This ain't no rest home,
you know.

I'm waiting for a date.

Well, you can hustle around
while you're waiting, can't you?

You mind?

- Got it?
- You bet.

Give.

I don't give until I get sister.

A hundred clams on the line.

I hope you got it stuck
under you somewhere.

Okay girlie, let's go.

Go, go where?
What's the idea?

- You're under arrest.
- Arrest for what? For dancing?

Take it easy, girlie.

I promise management
no disturbance.

Well, what did I do?
What's the beef?

Ain't a guy allowed
to dance with a chick?

This chick's a policewoman.

Tsk, tsk that bitch.

- How about a dance, gorgeous?
- No more dances.

My ticket says different.

Peter.

- The job, you're finished?
- Thank heavens, yes.

You know,
I think you had enough.

Tomorrow, I think you
and I should go down

and apply for
a marriage license.

I think we should too.

No smooching.

We're not smooching,
we're serious.

No smooching on the floor.

Yes, sir, yes, sir.

There's Jeannie at the bar.

- Hello, Jeannie.
- Hi, Jeannie.

- Hi.
- How about a drink?

- No, thanks.
- Something to eat?

Uh, no.
I have a date.

Why don't you
have him join us

and go someplace together?

I'm joining him.
It's not near here.

We'll get a cab
and take you there.

- Oh, no.
- No, Peter,

she wants to go alone.

It's a long trip.
I just soon go by myself now.

- Good night.
- Good night, Jeannie.

Peter, there's something I want
to tell you. Let's get out of here.

Of course.

Do you mind coming to
headquarters? I got a daily to pick up.

Sure.

She was wobbling
that night real sick.

We had to take care
of her at the club.

When I offered to see her home

she said she was going
to keep this date

and wouldn't let me
come with her.

I worried. I didn't think she could
make it alone so I followed her.

Where did you go?

Out in the D train
to 236th Street,

second stop from
the end of the line.

- And the boyfriend?
- Oh, he was there to meet her.

I didn't want to upset her so I
turned around and came back.

But you saw him?

- What was he like?
- Nice looking boy.

I'd know him again if I saw him.

He must have quite a case on him
to go that far when she was that sick.

Love, dear hon, love.

Would you ride at the end
of the line for me?

For you, I'd crawl.

Let's crawl home.

It's been too long a day.

Randolph's positive
he's not our man, chief.

The report shows that
four of the mugger's victims

including last night's
had a fairly good look at him.

There's no positive
identification to Randolph.

Yes, I know.

We'll get rid of him
with the Sullivan charge.

- Sorry, sir.
- What is it, Kelly?

A call just came in. They
found a girl in Jackson Park.

Has all the earmarks of our
mugger with one exception.

- What?
- This one's dead.

It's Jeannie Page.

- Do you know her?
- Yeah.

Are you positive of that?

Definitely.

Looks like this is your mugger.

It sure does.
It works.

Well, this baby gave him a battle
and tore his dark glasses off him.

He used his knife for more
than a cut in the cheek,

five stab wounds in the
heart and two in the stomach.

You got the glasses?

Yeah, nothing special.
Ordinary five and ten job.

This is the first real thing
we've got on him.

Any idea of the time
of this thing, doc?

Ah, 4:00.

4:00 this morning, I'd say.

Autopsy will do it exact,
but I'd say about 4:00.

I'm simply pointing out
that it's possible

that it wasn't our mugger
who killed the girl.

Why? Because you packaged up an idea
that we're looking for a special type guy?

Compulsive, obsessive, neurotic.

- We did arrive at some sort of...
- You arrived.

As to the type of man we're after,
that type isn't the killer.

But if the girl put up a fight?

Well, he would have run away.

But he had a knife, didn't he?

Now, isn't it possible he started
stabbing away in plain old panic?

Of course, it's possible.

I'm nearly trying to point out
that another possibility does exist.

With all the earmarks
of our mugger?

The handbag missing, the dark glasses,
the small cut in the cheek.

Come in.

I thought you ought
to know right away, doc.

- We got half a break on those glasses.
- Good.

They could have been bought in
any five and dime store in the city,

so origin is out.

But we got good thumb and
forefinger latent prints, very clear.

How did they check out?

Well,
they don't, no police record.

We've had them all over.

Well, it's something
half a break anyway.

Uh, here's the autopsy report.

Autopsy, big deal.

Time of death
between 3:30 or 4:30 A.M.

Cause of...

Didn't you tell the chief
this morning

this girl had some deep seated emotional
problem tied in with a missing boyfriend?

Yes, something like that.

- Oh, you couldn't be righter.
- Why? How?

According to this,
Jeannie Page was three months pregnant.

Yeah, Graham speaking.

Yes, chief,
7:00 tonight here.

Right.

Chief wants to see us here
at 7:00 tonight.

He didn't say what it was.

It must be something special.

I'm going over to the Baxter's.

Is this the doc...
Oh, of course.

Jeez, a lucky thing
I found you in.

I was just in the neighborhood

and I thought
I'd stop by to say hello.

Why? Have you
something new in the case?

No. No, I got nothing. Have you?

Then why are you here?

I've baked you
a chocolate cake, here.

You baked me a cake?

So, I didn't bake.

I bought.
What difference?

Well, that's very sweet
of you Ms. Elio, but I've...

I've got business,
I just haven't got the time.

Now, why don't you leave them
with the boys? We'll enjoy it later.

Yeah, sure.

Well, at least read the
inscription on the cake.

- It's especially for you.
- Well, I'm in a...

An awful hurry now. Here,
Kelly, you read it. I'll see it later.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Thank you Ms. Elio.

- We'll take care of it for you.
- It's for the...

It's for the doc.

We'll make sure he gets it.
Thank you, Ms. Elio.

Claire, you want to come
with me to Molly Baxter's?

I can't. I'm stuck here
for at least another hour.

What's up?
Tough day?

Yeah, getting tougher
every minute.

We just found out
that Jeannie was pregnant,

now I've got to go
see her sister.

Oh, it's awful, Peter,
I'm sorry, I can't help.

I'll check with you, later.

Maybe we can have dinner, hmm?

She was a sweet kid.

A good kid.

Maybe she was running
a little wild

but maybe that was my own fault.

Maybe I was too strict with her.

Why her?

Why sweet little Jeannie?

Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Molly,

Molly, the doc said
you got to get some rest.

Come on, honey,
please, go on upstairs.

Thank you for coming,
Dr. Graham.

This is some mess, huh?

How did Mr. Grecco
take the news?

Grecco?

Oh, Nick,

well, he took it worse
than Molly did.

Poor fellow, he just sat there
in the sofa and cried like a baby.

Did Jeannie have any, uh,
special boyfriend?

No, not that I know of.

Why?

Well, I didn't want to mention
it while Molly was present.

Well, mention what, doc?

That Jeannie was pregnant.

- She was what?
- Three months.

Well, I don't believe that.

It was in the autopsy report.

Well, you think Grecco?

I haven't any idea.

I'll kill him, I swear.

Whoever did this,
I'll shoot him down like I'd shoot a...

You own a gun, Eddie?

Yes, I do.

I'm not speaking to you as a cop, now,
doc, I'm speaking to you as a man.

I own a gun and I
haven't got a permit for it.

And I'm a night worker and some of
the creeps had run around at night.

I swear to you,
whoever did this to Jeannie, I'll...

Don't you think there's been
enough trouble in this house, Eddie?

Don't you think Molly is
entitled to some sort of peace?

Yeah, I'm Eddie, the dope.

I have never done
a right thing in my life.

You've done okay.

Just don't start
spoiling it now.

Well, I'll try not to, doc.

Thanks.

Where did you say Grecco lived?

Well, he lives across the
street there in that big house.

- Yes, sir, what is it?
- Uh, Mr. Grecco?

Mr. Grecco has been away
for the past eight months.

- Mr. Grecco, Jr.?
- Oh, he's left, sir. Packed up and left.

Where to?

Oh, he didn't tell me where he went to,
just packed up and left.

- May I use your phone?
- Right inside, sir.

When did he leave?

This morning.
I don't know just what time.

Oh, Cassidy,

will you send out a flyer
to pick up Nicholas Greco?

No, no charge,
we just want to ask him a few questions.

Dark hair, dark complected,
just under six feet.

He maybe carrying a knife.

Cassidy, any news on Grecco yet?

Oh, it's too soon yet
but he's under the wires.

Take it easy with
the chief will you?

- He's been holding over the calls.
- Have you seen him?

Evening, chief.

Look, Pete,
I won't pull any punches with you.

Everybody's got a carpet
to be called on.

Mine was a commissioner's carpet,
only a little while ago.

- We're working our heads off.
- I know you are.

I'm not criticizing,
just commiserating.

They're just upset by what
they read in the papers.

But you can't blame them.

The town is getting
terror-stricken.

I've called men in from vacations
and put others on double duty.

Now, I've come up with an
idea and I like to show it to you.

A bait,
dour and simple bait for the mugger.

Our girl's walking the streets
with our men behind.

Well, what do you think?

Pretty good bait
for our mugger, huh?

Perfect type,
perfect clothes, plus...

Hmm?

The decoy has to be well
ahead of the trailing detective.

So a little electronic gadget keeps
them in constant communication.

Show him Connelly.

Show him Ms. Townsend.

Calling all cars,
calling all cars.

How are you doing
Connelly, my boy?

Well, I'm with you.

Say, how about knocking off
for a cup of coffee?

Throw in a couple of hamburgers
and you got yourself a deal.

Uh-oh, navy cruising up ahead.

Well, I'll be
if it ain't a blonde?

Come here blondie.

Ship by sailor boy, run along.

Oh, I'll run honey belle
if you'll run along with me.

Sister, I'll run like mad.

Now, what's the matter honey belle,
don't you like sailors?

We're the men that goes to sea to
protect beautiful tomatoes like you.

Not tonight, sailor, please,
I got to go somewhere.

Well, I'll go right along
with you sugar, sweet.

I'll even buy you a drink.

I'll buy you a couple of drinks.

Well, you've had enough
to drink already.

Please, go away.
I'm a married woman.

Well so what?
I'm a married man.

Now, how's about it, kid?

Go away.

I ain't going nowhere
except with you.

I love a blonde and a big one

and a pretty one
of you all three.

Now, come on, big blonde,
break down for a sailor boy.

How's about it, baby girl?

Now, listen to me sailor,
and listen hard.

I'm a policewoman, you see?

And right now I'm working and you're
cluttering up my job and I don't like it.

You are what?

I've got a 38 detective
special in my handbag

and in about six seconds,
I'm going to take it out

and I'm going
to shoot you in the leg.

Then I'm going to leave you
here on the pavement

and put in a call
for shore patrol.

I'm counting now.

One...

What are you getting
all het up about?

...two, run along, sailor.

I'll... Oh,
I don't believe you got and old...

Three.

Well, I'll be.

Four.

Good night, lady.

Man, if you see
a big blonde up there,

-just to clear,
steer clear man. I'm...

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, she's sporting a rifle
as big as the USS Texas.

- Are you all right?
- Oh, sure.

I'm all right. It takes
more than the likes of him.

Yeah. Well,
did he use the knife?

No, he didn't have time
to get to that.

Thank heavens he used his fist.

Oh, what's that?

I tore it from him.

Looks like a honk of pocket
and a book of matches.

Oh, and here's a fresh pack
of cigarettes.

It's Wellingtons straw tips.

And Wellingtons
can only be bought at certain places

because they're made from a very special
Greek tobacco that costs 60 cents a pack.

The lab hasn't given us much
but we got something to go on.

With no fingerprints, huh?

Nothing, just smudges.

Well, all along the docs
been saying that our mugger

wasn't necessarily
a cheap chiseling bum.

Well, he isn't.

The lab report,
the cloth is an expensive imported wool.

The pocket was hand stitched.

It's a custom-made suit.

And these matches
come from Club 6.

So, what's your picture on him?

A successful man, rich,
somewhat of a...

somewhat fragile

because Claire was able to
handle him so easily, luckily.

Tall, slender,
that comes from Claire too

and then I'd say
somewhat of a finicky type.

Where did you get that last?

The straw tips,
Wellingtons come plain tip too.

Maybe that's what it means.

Married or single?

Oh, as to that
I'm not prepared to say

but if he is married

and it fits the psychological
composite we've made for him

then his wife should be a strong dominant
individual, someone he can lean on.

And you still say when we pick
him up he'll be glad to go, huh?

If he runs the type, definitely.

- When do we start?
- Tonight.

We're all going to the Club 6.

- Oh, good.
- Oh.

- May I serve you?
- Sherry, please.

- One scotch and soda.
- The same.

Bourbon and water.

And would you send the cigarette girl over,
please?

Directly, sir.

It's the first time I've ever
been in here. It's pretty nice.

It's too rich for my blood.

- Cigarette?
- Yeah.

- Do you have any Wellingtons?
- Oh, yes sir.

- Straw tips?
- Oh, yes, sir.

Thank you.

- Keep the change.
- Oh, thank you sir.

- I saw you come in.
- How are you, Graham?

- Jimmy, how are you? Sit down.
- Thank you.

When four cops enter this place together,
my nerve ends tingle.

And what makes you think
these friends of mine are cops?

Oh, this place was
as a speakeasy.

See, I was stashing my goods when
the cops were still two blocks away.

You must have a
pipeline to headquarters.

Nope. I smell them,
educated nose.

Okay.

Detective Sergeant Kelly,
Inspector Sergeant Cassidy

and Detective First Grade
Claire Townsend.

Naturally.

Now, perhaps you can tell us
what we're here for.

Well, since you brought
a girl along for cover

I would say you intend sitting
around to make it look social.

You're waiting
for somebody to show.

And since you have
two male assistants

you're waiting for a man of some
size and he's done something serious.

I guess, uh, very serious.

- Very good deducing.
- Mmm.

And as you entered,
I could see that Cassidy

was carrying a shoulder holster,

Kelly was wearing
a 45 on his belt,

Ms. Townsend probably has
something hard and metallic in that bag

which she holds in her hands
while then carries by the strap.

You Graham aren't healed so you're
planning to do some polite talking

first then maybe the others
will take positions at the doors.

Jimmy, you're a man
of perception and experience.

- I'd like to ask you one big favor.
- Name it.

After you've spotted
your man for heaven sake,

take him outside
and make your pinch.

So far, I've never had anything
happen in here in 20 years.

How about it, Graham?
My club's clean.

I don't think it will be that
easy. On the other hand,

I don't think there's
going to be any trouble.

This man is going to be
glad to see me.

Come on.

No man on the other side
is ever glad to see the law.

What's his name?

I don't know.

What does he look like?

He's tall,
wears expensive clothes.

He might be wearing
dark glasses.

Hmm.
Anything else?

He speaks with a soft,
cultivated voice.

- Oh, what else?
- And he smokes these.

Well, now, I'm really going
to knock you over with that.

Oh.

We stock these cigarettes.

It's imported from Greece
for only two people.

One of them is a woman.

And by simple elimination?

The man's name is Corey.
FP Corey, Jr.

I think the F
stands for Franklin.

I believe he had some investment
syndicate but I'm not sure.

He knows food and wine and
shows up here often with his wife.

How do we reach him?

If your arm is long enough
you could touch him.

- Graham...
- Mmm.

...look straight ahead
with the corner table.

Do you see him?

His wearing tinted glasses
and he's fussing with his cuffs.

His wife's doing the talking.

See him?

Jimmy, you're a natural
born bloodhound.

Mmm.

But Graham, I don't know
what he's done

but it's good to take him
downtown and talk.

He's a real gem, he'll go on it.

I'll try.
Thank you.

Any time.

I'll be watching
from the sidelines.

It's all so simple when
you know the right people.

Oh, you psychiatrists
are something.

You hit the guy perfect
including the wife.

He still may not be
the man we want.

So, we might as well
find out right now.

Claire,

why don't you wander over there by the bar,
that exit block?

Kelly, get over that alcove in
front of Corey in case we need you.

Cassidy, you come with me.

We're going to join the cords.

Mr. Corey,

my name's Graham, Peter Graham.

Oh.

I'm sorry I don't seem to
quite remember having...

No, you wouldn't.
We've never met before.

This is Detective
Sergeant Cassidy.

I'm a police psychiatrist.

What's this all about, Frank?
Do you know these men?

No. No, I don't.

Well, I'll call Mr. Wilson.

Will you please go away
unless you want trouble?

We have business with your husband,
have we Mr. Corey?

Yes.

Yes, they have.

Police business,
but Frank you're upset.

No, no, I'm not.

The doctor said
you'd be glad to see us.

- Are you glad to see us?
- Very glad.

I guess at last.

What the devil
is this all about?

It's the end of a horrible nightmare,
dear.

Please don't make
any disturbance.

I only wish
they'd come sooner.

Shall we go quietly?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

You got your man.

That's the bum who cut me.

I'd like to cut him
like he cut me.

I'd swear in a stack
of bibles that's the man.

Sure.
I remember you.

You stole my bag.

You cut my face and you
sent me to bed sick for a week!

My wife positively identifies
that man is the mugger.

I admit.

I admit. I admit it all,
everything.

Jeanie Page, do you admit that?

No.

We've got your prints.

We're comparing them
with those on the glasses.

Speak up now and help yourself.

No. No, no.

Tuesday, September the 27th between
3:00 and 5:00 A.M., where were you?

I don't know.

The night Jeanie Page was killed,
the 27th, where were you?

I don't know.
I can't think.

I didn't kill.

I didn't kill anyone.

Jackson Park, red headed girl,

the red head, the red head.

He was home, home.

Oh, the wife to the rescue.

How come you remember
the night of the 27th?

Because September 27th
is my birthday.

- Yes, the 27th, her birthday.
- Shut up.

So?

There was a party at the house,
a large party.

It started around midnight
and went on until morning.

He wasn't out of the house for
a minute and we had 30 guests,

30 people who can verify that.

How so?

The prints on the glasses and
Corey's prints were completely different.

That guy won't apologize.
I guess...

Forget it Cassidy. We got more
important things to think about.

I still think our number one
suspect is the missing boyfriend,

the guy who doesn't show up
when his girl is killed.

We're after a murderer now
and that's more important

than all the women terrorized
by Corey put together.

Everything is run
downhill so far.

What's left?

Well, there's one avenue
we haven't explored.

- Come on Claire, you're going with me.
- Where are you going?

If you stick around,
we'll be in touch.

Where are you going
or is it a secret?

No, no,
no secret. We're going for a subway ride.

Well, now that we're here
what do we do?

- Poke around.
- Meaning?

Oh, you know the usual routine.

Besides we might get lucky.

You know, the public
never realizes

and we certainly can't tell them
how many crimes are solved

by the long arm of coincidence.

Well, which way do we go?

You pick it.

So, we poked around,
what have we learned?

I'll call Cassidy and have him
flood the area with nosy plain clothes

when carrying pictures
of Jeannie.

You'll never know.
There's a phone in there.

I'll have a cup of coffee
while you phone.

A cup of coffee.

Sergeant Cassidy.

- Cassidy.
- Oh, hi Pete.

We've been waiting
for your call.

Hey, we got Nick Greco,
clean as a whistle.

The prints don't fit.

Got his greeting from Uncle Sam

and he was
on boot camp that night.

Oh, yeah, checks out
a hundred percent.

Figures you wanted to talk about
Jeannie Page on the personal angles,

- so he'll be here waiting for you.
- Fine.

Now, listen Cassidy,

I want you to take as
many men as you can spare.

Give them each a picture of
Jeannie Page and send them out here

on the D train,
236th Street stop.

I want them to go around
the neighborhood

and see if they can find
anyone who recognizes her

and might give us
some information.

Okay, Pete.
See you soon.

Peter.

- Peter.
- Yeah?

You see that young man
leaning against the cab?

Yeah.

That's the boy that met
Jeannie at this subway exit.

It is? Well, that's Eddie Baxter,
Jeannie's brother-in-law.

- Are you sure?
- Definitely.

Let's see about this.

Hello, Eddie.

Well, hello, doc.
Where did you come from?

This is the wilderness out here.

Oh, just routine business.

Claire, this is Eddie Baxter,
Ms. Townsend.

- Well, hi. How do you do?
- Hello.

Well, what are you doing
out here, Eddie?

Oh, I'm out here
most of the time, doc.

- This is my regular stand.
- Well, I wouldn't know.

But you want to make
a trip back to town?

I'm taking Ms. Townsend home.

Oh, sure, sure.
Get in.

228 Linden Street.

- Eddie?
- Yeah?

Claire is positive she saw you
meet Jeannie late one night

after she quit
the coquette out here.

Well, she's got
to be mistaken, doc.

Well, I mean...

Why would I bring Jeannie
out here sometime after 1:00?

Now, me I usually, oh, knock off
no later than 12:00 and beat it home.

That's on my late nights too.

Eddie,

Claire is a police officer and
she's certain of her identification.

She's a cop?

Well, wait, wait a minute,
doc. Now, I remember there...

That's right,
there was one night

that Jeannie called me up and
said she wasn't feeling very well,

wanted me to come out and wait
for her and drive her back home.

I remember now. You're right,
there was one night.

She called you out here?
Where?

Well, she...

Oh, look doc,
don't make a thing out of it.

They called me
from the lunch room.

But why would she come out
here an hours ride on a subway

when she can get home from
the coquette by cab in 15 minutes.

Well, I don't know.
Don't ask me.

She was sort
of dizzy about things.

Yeah, I know dizzy.

Well, anyway, what's this got to
do with the guy that murdered her?

I didn't say it had
anything to do with it. Did I?

Well, no,
I just thought maybe...

I didn't think anything.

All right.

Now, listen doc,
you're not going to blame this on me.

I didn't touch her. I wouldn't do
anything like that to Molly's sister.

Doc, I'm a married man
and you know Molly.

But you told me yourself
that Molly was getting difficult.

She was pregnant and demanding

and you didn't pay
too much attention to her.

Jeannie is
a very attractive girl

and both of you had time
enough to get together

no matter how hard
you said you were working.

Eddie, I definitely remember you picking
Jeannie up one night at the coquette.

It was you, wasn't it?

Now, look lady,
you're remembering too much.

Now, you're lying!

Eddie,

I think we ought to take a trip down
to headquarters and iron this thing out.

No.

No, I'm not going
to any headquarters.

Not now or any time.

Eddie, stop the car.
You're driving too fast.

I can't stop, doc.

Oh, I'm going to get rid of all
this headache once and for all.

You're not going
to blame me for anything!

All right. Now, look,
I see what you're doing.

She's got a gun in that bag. Now,
you listen to me both of you.

You throw that bag
out the window right now

or I'm going to wreck this car.

Eddie, we're throwing it.

Eddie, we've picked up
a police car.

You don't have a chance.
Slow down.

Oh, I don't care.
Jeannie is dead

and pretty soon I'll be dead
and soon you'll be dead too.

- We'll all be dead.
- You killed Jeannie, Eddie.

You killed Jeannie.

You got her in trouble then
panic set in and you murdered her

and tried to make it look like the
mugger you read about the papers.

Yes. Yes, you're right.
I killed her.

What do you expect me to do?

What are you going to do
with somebody

who double crosses you
by telling your wife?

I couldn't help it.
I had to.

She didn't know
how to get out of it.

Oh, I was crazy,
crazy to fool around with it.

There wasn't anything else I could do,
I had to, I had to.

Then stop, stop now.

It's useless killing us.

You can't get away
with what you've done.

You'll only make things
worse by hurting us.

Get away, how do you...
How do you get away?

I'm a murderer.
I killed her.

I'm a murderer.
Yeah, stop.

All right, I'll stop right now.

He a friend of yours?

He's in
little pieces now.

Crazy world we live in.

Everybody is in a hurry.

Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.

Even to catch
a lousy ferry boat.