All language subtitles for The Lineup [Film-Noir] (1958) DVDRip Oldies.eng

Look out!

What's the matter with you?
Can't you see this truck?

Hey, where are you
going? Come back here.

Makes no sense. No sense at all, Ben.

I mean, that cabbie ran
him down just like that.

Moore had time to get one shot off.

- Moore?
- Don Moore.

Did you notify the
chaplain, the Chief's office?

- Yes, sir.
- DA?

Yes, sir.

Let's take a look at that cab.

Apparently, the cab driver
panicked after he rammed that rig.

Maybe. It still isn't much of
a reason for Moore to be dead.

I want lots of coverage on this, Dave.

That gun certainly knocks
out the panic theory.

Possibly used that gun on Moore, if
the cab hadn't been a handier weapon.

Sure looks that way, Ben. Why?

Fred!

That's too bad about Moore.

We heard most of it while we
were rolling. Anything to add?

Well, nothing from the truck driver.

The other witness is Philip Dressler
of the San Francisco Opera Company.

Just got in on the Ansonia.

Dressler says a porter at Pier 41
took his bag, threw it in this cab,

the porter disappeared and the cab dug

out fast. Witnesses
corroborated the story.

- That Dressler's bag?
- Yeah.

We'll book it for evidence. Run
it through the lab for prints.

This Dressler seems pretty reputable.

You don't think his bag
means anything, do you?

I don't know what to think.
The whole case doesn't add up.

What about this cab
driver, Fred? You make him?

No. No ID, wallet, nothing.

Call the cab company, get a rundown
on the cab. It's possibly hot.

And run that gun, too.
When the coroner arrives,

tell him we want a set of his
prints as soon as we can get them.

Run them though the Bureau.

Can't identify them, we'll
get a FBI make on them.

- All right, Ben.
- See you, Fred.

I see this cab's coming at me,
like suicide's back in style.

- Are you Mr. Dressler?
- Yes, that's right.

Well, I'm Lieutenant Guthrie.
This is Inspector Quine.

How do you do, gentlemen?

Well, it's unfortunate we have to meet

under these awful
circumstances, I know.

We meet a lot of people under
unpleasant circumstances, Mr. Dressler.

I understand that that bag
in that cab belongs to you.

- That's correct, sir.
- Mind describing the contents for us?

Not at all. There's really nothing of
value in the bag. Some personal things,

and a few knickknacks I
picked up in Hong Kong.

What kind of knickknacks?

A few ebony pieces and a rather unusual
statuette. I think that's about it.

Is the statuette very valuable?

You mean valuable enough
to have this happen?

We're looking for
some kind of a motive.

I only paid $20 for it.

Now, you told Inspector Asher
this porter took your bag,

threw it in a taxi cab
and the cab took off

- without waiting for you, is that right?
- That's absolutely right, sir.

You know, stealing a bag
that's worth nothing, it...

Well, it seems pretty
senseless, doesn't it?

It would be, except
two people are dead.

Would you recognize this
porter if you saw him again?

Possibly, possibly not.
I'd be glad to try, though.

We'd appreciate it, Mr. Dressler.

- What is your address?
- 3960 Lake Street.

- Phone?
- Seabright 10711.

We might be calling on you.

Well, I'll be at the opera
house most of the afternoon.

All right, Mr. Dressler.
That'll be all for now. Thanks.

Well, what about my bag?

Well, we'll have to
hold it for a while.

The crime lab will want to go
over it for fingerprints and so on.

Yes, of course. Well,
good day, gentlemen.

Good day.

Why, Ben? No rhyme, no
reason. Yet Don Moore is dead.

The gun is as dead as your
cab driver, fellows. I'm sorry.

We can usually bring the
serial number right out,

no matter how well
it's been filed down,

but in this case it's been completely
gouged out, probably by a gunsmith.

Somebody sure wanted to
guarantee it couldn't be traced.

It's a pro's gun, all right.

Lab. Thompson speaking. Yeah,
yeah, he's right here. Ben.

Guthrie.

You did? Fine.

Who?

What does his rap sheet show?

Well, try and confirm his last
address and let us know, will you?

All right, thanks.

The B of I made the cab driver.

The coroner's got the
prints right over there.

His name is James Sanford
Jenkins, nicknamed Lefty.

What are his priors?

His rap sheet shows his
last big fall was at Q.

Did five years on a 211 robbery.

Drove the getaway car
in a Sausalito bank job.

He's supposed to be one of
the best wheelmen on the coast.

Maybe we're getting somewhere.

Norm, did you get any
prints off Dressler's bag?

Yeah, we lifted a good clear set,

but they don't match up
with anything we have here.

Well, maybe they will later
when we get the FBI make.

Hey, now. She shows up hollow under the
lights, and there's something inside.

I'm sure it's heroin. Give
it the Marquis reagent test.

All right.

If that's the pure stuff, there's enough in
there to fix every addict in San Francisco

for the next two weeks.

And after it's cut, it'll
be worth over $100,000.

What was it Dressler said?
Just a few knickknacks?

We'll get him in here fast.

No, Al, we'll go and talk
to him. The opera house.

How do we handle it?

We'll soft-pedal it. We won't tip.

Thompson, I want a dummy package
of milk sugar in that same wrapping.

And put the statuette together
exactly the way it was.

Okay.

Then the plan is that we let Dressler
make the delivery if he's guilty.

Well, obviously this is a big
narcotics smuggling operation.

There's more than one man
responsible for Don Moore's death.

But I want to get them all.

Where can we find
Mr. Dressler, please?

In his office, down the corridor
there, second door to your right.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

There was sure a slew of stuff
in here to mark and photograph.

We might need a record
of it for evidence.

Yeah, but suppose Dressler
spots our marks on these items.

That'll throw the whole plan
out the window, won't it?

I don't think so.

If our friend Dressler can spot
police identification marks,

at least we'll know
one thing about him.

- And what's that?
- He's guilty.

Yes?

Gentlemen. I didn't
expect to see you so soon.

I see you brought my
bag. Thank you very much.

Yes, we want to talk to you
about the porter that took it.

Do you think you could identify him?

I don't know, possibly.

We'd appreciate it if you'd
come down to the Hall of Justice

tomorrow morning at 9:00,

and take a look at the porters who
worked the Ansonia dock in the lineup.

You might be able to recognize the man
who took the bag and threw it in the cab.

Well, yes, I'd be glad to.

Good. There's one thing
more, Mr. Dressler.

We'll have to check the
contents of the bag with you.

We like to be sure nothing's
missing before we release it.

Of course, of course.

Do you mind? I think over on the
table we'd have a little more room.

- Sure.
- Thank you very much.

You know, I still don't know why
anyone would want to steal this bag.

Let's see. Yes, everything
seems to be here all right.

Here's an interesting item.

Yes, I found that in a
curio shop in Hong Kong.

Beautiful carving, isn't it?

You know, it's amazing the
buys you can still find.

- But you do have to know your merchandise.
- I can well imagine.

Now here's a case in point.

Day I was leaving Hong Kong, an
Oriental came to my room with this.

Said one of the local antique
merchants thought I might be interested.

Well, when he told
me the price, I was.

How much did you say
you paid for that again?

$20. Can you imagine? Must
be 400 or 500 years old.

Certainly sounds like a great buy.

What would you say it's worth here?

Well, if I were
interested in selling it,

I'm sure I'd get a great
deal more than I paid for it.

Well, thanks, Mr. Dressler. See
you at the lineup tomorrow morning.

- Yes, of course.
- Good day, Mr. Dressler.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I still think we should have
booked him on possession, Ben,

and then turned him over to
Customs on the smuggling rap.

- Both cases seem open and shut.
- Maybe they are.

But if Dressler's involved
with a narcotics ring,

he's more good to
us out on the street.

We can pick him up any time.

If he's smuggling
heroin, sooner or later,

he's going to have to try and make
contact with his connection here.

Inspector's operator.
Inspector Asher, please.

Fred, Ben. We just left
Dressler at the opera house.

I want a 24-hour tail on
him and his house staked out.

That's right.

And I want all the porters who
are on the Ansonia dock today

brought in tomorrow
morning for the lineup.

Well, ask them if they'll
cooperate, but I want them there.

Well, if you want us, we'll
be in Chester McPhee's office

at the Customs House. Yeah.

Come in.

- Ben, Al, sit down.
- Hello, Chet.

Chet, a tourist's valise got
two men killed this morning.

One of them was a police
officer named Don Moore.

- I'm sorry, Ben.
- So am I,

because the bag was
cleared through Customs.

What was the contraband?

A quarter kilo of heroin,
concealed in an Oriental statuette.

That's a lot of junk
to miss, isn't it?

I don't want to see any
of the boys get killed,

especially through someone
else's carelessness.

What?

Take it easy, Ben.

Ben feels pretty
badly about this, Chet.

I know, Al, and I don't blame him.

Approximately 130 million people
are cleared through Customs

nationwide every year. And my baby
is the biggest port on the coast.

Come here, Ben, I want
to show you something.

Now, this area is the chief target in
the country for running in narcotics.

Forty-five hundred ships a year,
almost 400 a month, come into this port.

That's about one
million people annually.

Now, my men are the
best in the business,

but there's just not enough of them to
go around, there are too many loopholes.

And that's why, now and
then, we miss a big one.

I'm sorry, Chet. Maybe we
can help each other on this.

What's your rundown, Ben?

Well, the bag belonged to a man
named Dressler. Philip Dressler.

He came in on the
Ansonia this morning.

Philip Dressler? Why, he'd
never risk his reputation

by being involved with narcotics,
and he certainly doesn't need money.

We've interrogated him, of
course, without tipping him.

He tells a pretty straight story.

He said he bought the statuette from
an unidentified Oriental in Hong Kong.

How'd you handle it?

We replaced the heroin
with a dummy shipment,

then returned the statuette
and the bag to him.

But we have Dressler
under 24-hour stakeout now.

It sounds like the usual MO.

- You've run across it before?
- Tourists.

Reputable travelers being
used as innocent smugglers.

And I'd say that's what
happened to Dressler.

A shipment of heroin
is planted on him.

He brings the stuff in through
Customs, doesn't suspect a thing.

Once past us, his bags get
stolen, it's just that simple.

How can a handful of agents check out
every single tourist that goes through?

Precisely. Sure, we get tips from
overseas about narcotic shipments.

We nab them just as
soon as they hit port,

and we know who the regular runners
are, and which seamen are suspect.

But where do you look if every tourist
who comes in is a potential runner?

This man's first long fall was in '46.

He did three and a half in Q on a 211.
In '50 he was back in, same conviction.

Now, he's finally hit bottom.
All right, get out, all of you.

You all know about Officer Don Moore being
deliberately run down and killed yesterday

by a cab driver known
as Lefty Jenkins.

Now, we hope this lineup will show
up the porter who worked with Jenkins.

Mr. Philip Dressler, who saw the porter,
is sitting in with us this morning

while we run through the 31 porters who
work for the Ansonia Steamship Lines.

All right, bring on the line.

Okay, boys, this way.
Right up the stairs.

Move a little farther down,
please. That's it. Now spread out.

We thank you gentlemen
for your cooperation.

We know it isn't pleasant to be standing
up there like goldfish in a bowl.

Look, we don't mind cooperating,
but let's get it over with.

This is costing us money.

We'll get it over with
just as fast as possible.

Now, if you'll all straighten
up and face forward, please.

Now, first man step forward.

Now turn to your right, please.

No, to the right.

That's it. Now to the left.

Okay, step back.

Next man forward, please.

Down the stairs, please.

Step back, please. Thank you. Next man.
Okay, to your left. Fine, step back.

Next man. Step back. Third man.

Would you remove your glasses, please?

Thank you. All right,
thank you, gentlemen.

Step down, boys.

All right, thank you. Step back.
Next man. Turn to your right.

That's it. Now to the left. All right, step
back. Now, the last man forward, please.

Turn to your right. And to your
left. Okay, step back, please.

Okay, I want to thank you for your
cooperation. That's all, gentlemen.

Well, that's it for today.

I'm sorry, but I just wasn't sure.

Well, none of them came even close?

Yes and no. You know what I mean?

Well, it's like a waiter, you order lunch
and you just concentrate on the menu.

No one ever remembers
what his waiter looks like.

The same thing yesterday with that
porter. I never did get a good look at him.

Well, thanks very
much for coming down.

Will you see Mr.
Dressler gets home, Fred?

Sure.

Finally ran down Lefty Jenkins'
address, 11 Kent Street.

If you need me, I'll be downstairs.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

Jenkins certainly had a great
spot here for a Halloween party.

Yeah, no self-respecting witch
would bring a broom into this trap.

Al, a fit.

The coroner's report will probably
show the usual number of needle marks.

You know, if Jenkins had a big habit,
that could account for a wheelman

with his reputation piling
into that rig on a routine job.

He might have needed a fix pretty bad,
lost his control, lost his coordination.

- You know, one thing bothers me, though.
- What's that?

Why a well-organized operation
would hire a junkie as a wheelman.

You know, that could be the
mistake that'll nail them, Ben.

Folsom's full of mistakes.

Let's prowl the rest of this
place and get out of here.

I'm in favor of that.

I wonder where that lab man
is. He ought to be here by now.

If this mark is in our file, it'll
give us one more guy to talk to

about Jenkins and his
playmates, his laundryman.

Any relationship between Jenkins and
a laundryman is purely coincidental.

Al, there's a funny thing about this calendar,
two days are circled, and one is yesterday.

Yesterday? That's the day
Jenkins got himself killed.

Hey, maybe he was
psychic. What's the other?

- Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

Do you suppose he was
scheduled for a repeat,

you know, to pick up another
dope shipment for tomorrow?

A 901 just came over the air for you as
we were driving up, Ben. Call your office.

All right, thanks, Murry. Go
over the whole place thoroughly,

and let me know if you
come up with anything.

- Right.
- See you, Murry.

Okay.

Okay, we'll cover it.

Coast Guard just found
a John Doe in the bay.

They're bringing the body in now.
Dressed in a porter's uniform.

He's one of the porters we
saw in the lineup, all right.

- Sure bet he's been murdered.
- They're eliminating each other, all right.

But for every one you get rid of,
there's two more ready and waiting.

Fasten your seatbelts, please.

We're coming in now, sir. Would you
mind extinguishing your cigarette?

We're coming in now, sir. Would
you fasten your seatbelts, please?

Please fasten your seatbelts.

Case.

Julie, you take this whole business
about the subjunctive, I don't know...

All right, Dancer, all right. What's
so difficult about the subjunctive?

Well, you take this, for instance.
"If I was you... ' ' You know?

That's all wrong. It says
here, "If I were you... ' '

How far can you go
with this special stuff?

It sets you up, Dancer. It
sets you up. Remember that.

How many characters do you know
hang around street corners can say,

"If I were you"? How many, huh?

- Lf I were you.
- Lf I were you.

Yeah, yeah, I see.

It's going to be a good day.
A real good one. I can feel it.

It's going to be a tight one,
Julian, that's what it's going to be.

In and out.

No, Dancer, it's
going to be a good one.

Look, are you Dancer?

Who are you?

I'm McLain, you know. Sandy McLain.

I don't know any McLain.

Look, you see, Jenkins
got himself killed.

- So?
- So he's out.

I mean, it's just as simple as that.

Look, I brought the car along.
Would you like to take a look at it?

What car?

The car we're going to use.

- How do you like it?
- How does he like what?

The car.

- Who are you?
- He says McLain.

What do you want?

- I'm your wheelman.
- Wheelman?

Yeah, I'm going to drive
you. You know, on the job.

Job? Why, we're here
to see the sights.

What sights? What's the matter?
You think I'm a cop or something?

Why don't you call our people?

Yeah, yeah, I'll call Chicago.

Chicago? Now wait a minute. I
was told you guys were from Miami.

Yeah, you know, I could
believe it, with them tans.

You've got a lucky sense
of geography, my friend.

Maybe. Why don't you give us a name?

Lasky. Lasky sent you.

Okay. I don't like the car. I like
my wheels stored in a prepared drop.

I like them kept under
cover till I'm ready.

I want my plates snatched not
more than one hour before I move.

Return it. It's too new.

Look, you don't get it. You see, I rented
this car with a fake set of credit cards,

a phony driver's license, and
I fixed it up all by myself,

so nobody's going to catch us.

Because she's so souped-up
nobody can catch us.

Maybe the clerk will remember you.

No, a chance in a thousand.

It's one chance too many.

It's your mug in the lineup,
not ours, if you get caught.

We got a cool car for a change.

I'd like to meet our employer.

This spread, all rented,
no check-in. No luggage.

No bellhops remembering how much
you tipped them. That's sharp.

I got your money.

You going to count it?

Dancer never counts. Nobody
ever gave us a short count yet.

Well, it could be the
porter who stole my bag.

Are you sure?

Well, I'd hate to say "yes,"

and then find that the man who
was responsible was still at large.

- Yeah, sure.
- Would it help your memory at all

to know that the fingerprints we found
on your grip match the fingerprints

of that man in there?

- Do they?
- They do.

Well, then, I guess that's it. Yes,
he does look like the man at that.

Who was he, Ben?

His name is Blinky Simms. He
has a long record with the FBI.

How was he killed?

- Someone gave him a shot that was hot.
- "Hot"?

Blinky was on heroin. He was probably
promised a fix for stealing your bag.

Instead, he got a hot-shot, a deadly poison
injected directly into the bloodstream.

Well, thanks very much for
coming down, Mr. Dressler.

This has all been quite
upsetting, gentlemen,

but if you need me for
anything else, please call me.

I don't like Mr. Philip
Dressler. Too smooth.

Well, like him or not, he's clean as a plaster
saint as far as we're concerned right now.

How does it feel to
make five G's in one day?

Dancer derives no
particular feeling from it.

No, not much.

I've been watching you, McLain.
You've been coming on too big.

I don't like that.

- Look, I just...
- Please, we prefer as little conversation

as possible from outsiders.
Dancer works better that way.

You didn't know before. Now you do.

Where do we meet this guy?

Pacific Dock, straight ahead.

How do we know that's him?

He's wearing horn-rimmed
glasses, ain't he?

He's wearing a trench coat, ain't
he? With the collar turned down.

It's got to be him, because who wears a
trench coat with the collar turned down?

That's Staples, huh?

I knew a guy like him, once.

No, you didn't. There's
never been a guy like Dancer.

He's a wonderful, pure pathological study.
He's a psychopath with no inhibitions.

Lasky sent me.

Well, right on time.

I'm always on time.

They're due to get off the boat pretty
soon. I'll point out the marks to you.

You see, Dancer is an addict.
An addict with a real big habit.

H? Like in "heroin," huh?

H, like in "hate.' '

Well, I tell you, he
don't chill me none.

It's bad enough Dancer's got a rough job.
We have to be saddled with a cripple, too?

Listen, dipso, if I ever
see you with a bottle...

Okay...if I even smell it...

Okay, okay, okay.

Look, I drive better with it,
you know? I think better, too.

It's just like a medicine for my mind.

Your prescription's
just been canceled.

Two of the three parties we want are
passengers. The other one's in the crew.

So?

The Man told me to deliver it to
you. What you pick up, you put in it.

How do I make the pass?

At 4:00 today, you're
at Sutro's Museum.

You're at the Maritime
Exhibit. You got that pouch.

You see a ship's binnacle
at the end of the room.

It's got a sliding panel behind it. You
slide it open, put that pouch inside.

You close it. You do
this so nobody sees you.

That's all. You've got a time spread,
but you've got to be out of Sutro's

no later than 4:05. Want me to repeat?

The pouch will be picked up at 4:05?

All I know is you got to be
out of that place by then.

You're repeating yourself.

Pretty neat operation,
huh? But then it figures.

The Man is a very neat type.

Here they come.

There, the tall man in the
Homburg, the lady in the white hat.

Their name is Sanders, they live
at 9020 Jackson. Private residence.

Sanders, 9020 Jackson.

Better write it down. I said
hadn't you better write it down.

I never write anything down.

I hope you know what...

They got two in help, an Oriental
houseboy and a maid named Elsie.

Elsie wears a hearing aid.

The stuff is packed in the handles
of a set of ivory and silver flatware

they bought in Bangkok.

There, the lady and the kid. Dorothy
Bradshaw and her daughter, Cindy.

Is she a carrier?

Those are the breaks. Our
Tokyo connection fingered her.

She bought a doll for the
kid. The stuff's in the doll.

Eighth of a kilo of the purest. Like the
rest, she's a carrier and doesn't know it.

How can you finger these people?
You've never seen them before.

I saw their photographs. They were air
- mailed to me from Hong Kong.

No chance of a mistake?

The Man don't make mistakes.

So she's a carrier?
It's too bad, lady.

She's stopping at the Mark Hopkins.

The last one is still aboard.
We can see him from over there.

He's one of the crew.

That's Warner coming
down on that thing.

He's carrying a shipment
in a Tang Dynasty horse.

All you gotta do is ask him for it.

He was told to deliver it himself
to a Mr. Evans. You're Evans.

He just comes breezing in with
a package of stuff under his arm?

A clean-cut kid like that?

You think Customs got enough
men to frisk everybody 100%?

Plus, he doesn't know what's in
the horse. He's strictly a pigeon.

One of The Man's Hong
Kong suppliers set him up.

Where do I make my meet with him?

He was told a Mr. Evans would
contact him at the Seaman's Club.

Well, my job is done.

Evans.

- Do you mind if I ask you something?
- Ask.

Never mind.

Ask.

No offense, you understand.

I was just going to ask, what
makes a guy like you tick?

I had an old man once.

Well, most people do.

I never met mine. I'll
see you around, Finger.

The pass is at 4:00.

What's that?

The siren on top of the Ferry Building.
Blows three times a day, just like now.

8:00 in the morning, 12:00 noon, 4:30.

Like I told you, Julian,
it's going to be a tough one.

- In and out.
- And I say it's going to be a smooth one.

The pass is at 4:00. When the siren blows
at 4:30, we'll be all finished. So relax.

Now, what's your procedure?

I want to look the
ground over. 2090 Jackson,

the Mark Hopkins and the
Seaman's Club. In that order.

Hi. I just got off a ship.
I'm filthy. I'd like a steam.

All right, you'll find some
towels down by the steam room.

Thanks.

And say, will you tell the operator
I'm expecting a call from a Mr. Evans?

Larry Warner's the name.

- Sure, Mr. Warner.
- Thanks.

Mr. Evans calling Larry Warner.

I'll come by.

- Mr. Warner?
- Warner? Here.

I'm Evans.

- How about a steam?
- What?

How about a steam? Got
the room all to myself.

Sure, why not.

Steam.

Don't stay in too long.
It opens the pores.

That's a yock.

"Yock"?

Okay, okay, that's amusing.

Better. Much better. Yock's a crude
word. I'll hang up your things.

Hey, you like it thick, don't you?

Who likes it thin?

I don't like it when I
can't see who I'm talking to.

"Whom.' '

My friend in Hong Kong said you were a top
collector of Tang Dynasty in this country.

He ought to know.

Shows you what a small world this is.

Well, I always liked Chinese art,

so I'm standing in front of
this store window in Hong Kong,

and the guy who owns the
store said, "Come on in.' '

We hit it off. He put me up at his
house, fed me, got me on a ship's crew.

He asked me to bring it in
for you. Said it was very rare.

He was afraid it'd get chipped
if he sent it by freight.

I took good care of it,
Mr. Evans. Real good care.

You got it here?

Yeah, upstairs. If you've had enough
steam, we'll go upstairs and get it now.

No, no, kid. You stay here
and take some more steam.

I'll run up and get the
horse. What's your room number?

No, that's okay. I want to
come along. Right upstairs, 604.

You just tell me where
the key is and I'll...

Look, there's no keys here. This is the
Seaman's Club. People trust each other.

Like you. You trust me, don't you?

Or do you? You think
I was born yesterday?

You're no more a collector
of antiques than I am.

I found out what's
really inside that horse.

You took a chance smuggling
that stuff into the country, kid.

No. Never broke the law in my life.

Nobody'd ever figure
me to do anything wrong.

So what's now?

So I'm broke, that's
all. Just B-R-O-K-E.

But if you give me, say $1,000, we
could both forget I know anything.

You think that'll about cover it?

Why be greedy?

No, the repair man's in there,
boys. It'll be about five minutes.

Let's go for a swim.

Two kids tried to get in.
They got a good look at me.

We'd better leave separately.

Okay. Room 604. It's unlocked. Get the
junk out of the horse while I dress.

In the car. In three minutes. Okay.

Did he say anything for me?

He said, "Why be greedy?"

"Why be greedy?"

Those were his last words.

"Why be greedy?" That'll
print well for an epitaph.

- Thanks.
- Okay, okay, stop drooling,

- and get going, Julian.
- Yeah.

Let me have another one
from this angle, only closer.

How soon can I get the autopsy report?

Today sometime.

That's a help. Don't commit yourself.

Ben, you've known me for 15 years.
You know you don't have to push me.

Well, I want to get that slug as soon as
possible to run a ballistics make on it.

No!

- You through with him?
- Yeah.

Ben.

Nobody heard a shot,
including a half dozen kids

who've been hanging around
the locker room all morning.

Could have been a silencer.

All right, boys.

Would you mind giving us a
rundown on the story again, please?

Well, there's not much to run.
Warner came in for a steam.

Said he was expecting a
call from a guy named Evans.

- So I relayed it to the switchboard.
- And what time did Warner get here?

Well, it's marked right here,
yeah. Signed in at 11:05.

Well, was anyone around here
asking for Warner this morning?

Either before or after 11:00?

Nobody I saw. And I've
been on duty since 8:00.

But then, anyone can get past
me when I'm away from the desk.

- Well, is there anything else you can tell us?
- No, that's it.

All right, thanks. Get
his name and address, Fred.

Okay.

- Hi, fellows.
- Hi.

Hi.

- A guy really got killed in there? Shot?
- He sure did, son.

Having himself a steam.
Boom, just like that.

What time did you boys
get here this morning?

Around 11:15.

Guy says it'll be about five minutes
before we can get into the steam room.

- The attendant?
- No, some other guy.

He was standing right over there by
the steam room door, keeping us out.

- So we went and took a swim.
- Well, what did he look like?

I'd say he was about 5'9",
5'10", 160, maybe. Wouldn't you?

Yeah. And he was wearing a dark gray
suit. And he had a tan, a real good tan.

- And he was pretty old, too, 50 maybe.
- And he has a mustache.

- Got that, Fred?
- Yeah, I'll get it right on the air.

We'd better get down to the desk
and have them send someone up

- to Warner's room to go in with us.
- Yeah.

You stick around. We want
you to come down to the Hall,

- Iook at some mug shots.
- Yes, sir.

Apparently, the hood on lookout had a
triggerman who was his partner on the job.

- It's funny no one saw the other guy.
- Yeah.

You really didn't need me here,
gentlemen. These rooms are never locked.

Well, it will be now till the
coroner gets through with it.

We'll have an officer stand by.

Ben. Customs report. The victim
docked today on the Pacific Princess.

Only one declared item. An antique
Tang Dynasty horse. No stated value.

- Looks like Warner was quite a traveler.
- And nothing like the trip he just took.

It's hollowed out just
like the Dressler statue.

If that thing was filled with
dope, it'd be worth a million bucks.

Well, that's why Warner was killed.
Let's get the lab boys up here.

- Keep this door locked.
- Yes, sir.

Now remember, take your time. Just
take your time and keep it impersonal.

- Do you understand?
- Okay, okay.

Now, by 4:30 we'll be finished.

- You sound like a coach between halves.
- Just drive the car, dipso.

Didn't mean nothing. You know, but would
you mind if I were to buy just a little jug?

Just take a belt once in a while.
I don't wanna get a heat on,

- I just...
- No.

Did he have to kill that kid?

When you live outside the law,
you have to eliminate dishonesty.

That kid, as you call him, made a
deal, and tried to shake us down.

That's fundamentally
dishonest. So he had to die.

Besides, a dead man
can't point at you.

Your buddy gives me the creeps.

What does he think, he's the only
expert around here or something?

If he continues to listen
to me, he'll be the best.

- Yes?
- I'm Evans, from the ship,

- the one Mr. And Mrs. Sanders just...
- They are resting now, Mr. Evans.

- Would you like to leave your card?
- No, that's all right.

I'd just as soon not get
them involved in this anyway.

It's some mix-up down at the dock.

Something about a set of
flatware the Sanders brought in.

Yes. Please come in.

This way, please.

In the dining room, sir.

- We started to put it away.
- I'm glad you didn't put it away yet.

I may have to take this
set back for an hour or two.

Take it back?

Someone else brought in
a set exactly like this.

And they're claiming
this is their set,

while the one they're holding
belongs to the Sanders.

Well, I don't understand, sir.

You know, like sometimes they
get babies mixed up in a hospital.

Well, Mr. Sanders is a very
precise person. I don't see how.

Well, the shipping
cartons are exactly alike.

Maybe they got them mixed
up down at the docks.

Maybe they didn't. That's
what we've got to find out.

It's a routine matter.

I'll take this stuff back and
let the people satisfy themselves,

- and then I'll bring the right set back here.
- But I couldn't let you do that, sir.

- I must first ask Mr. Sanders.
- But you said he was resting.

- You come back, two hours.
- No, I can't. Those people are waiting there.

- You come back. Please.
- Put those back there.

You go now. I'll ask Mr.
Sanders when he wake up.

Put them back.

Mr. Sanders!

- The last thing he said was, "Mr. Sanders.' '
- I like that.

It demonstrates his servility,
his need for help, his dependence.

That's very interesting.

Ben, here are the reports on the
airline hostesses we interviewed.

Anything?

Well, most of the ones that came in on
the long nonstop flights are off-duty.

We've only located 5 out of 18.

You run down anything else on
that cab that Jenkins was driving?

I'm afraid not, Ben. It was stolen yesterday
morning over at Lake Merritt in Oakland,

while the cabbie was having coffee.

- Dressler's stakeout comes up with nothing.
- Well, could be he's clean.

Better keep a tail on him,
though, for his own protection.

Right.

For his own protection?

Well, that was a sizeable
shipment of heroin.

Those gunmen don't know we spotted it.

They might write it off, or they
might pay a call on Dressler.

You know, somewhere out there are a
couple of hired gunmen in town to do a job.

Maybe right now, they're lining up that
Smith & Wesson.38 on another target.

- Are you looking for the lady in 942?
- Yes. I have something for her.

Well, you'd better leave it at the desk,
or come back later, because she's left.

I'm a little short on time, madam.

Well, I heard her tell the little
girl that they were going shopping,

- and then to the Steinhart Aquarium.
- The aquarium?

- Yes.
- Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

- Well, if there is any way I can cooperate...
- We'll let you know, Mr. Sanders. Thank you.

The second killing involving someone
who was aboard the Pacific Princess.

Yeah, and there'll be more if there were
more narcotics brought in, in souvenirs.

Do you know any way to run down a whole
boatload of people and warn them in time?

About all we can do now is put out
a supplemental to our broadcast,

notify all stations
to be on the lookout

for a teakwood chest containing Oriental
flatware, possibly in the possession

of the man previously described.
It's not very much to go on.

- Something will turn up, Ben.
- It better, before someone else gets killed.

Two hours and a half to go. I told
you this was going to be a smooth one.

Smooth one? That girl is not going
to be as easy as the other two.

Why not? All we have to do
is get her back to the hotel.

Yeah, that's right, that's all we
got to do. Get her back to the hotel.

Pardon me, miss. Weren't
you on the Pacific Princess?

- Why, yes, I was.
- Now I remember.

My friend and I, we saw you
onboard. We got on at Honolulu.

We even made a bet about you.

Wondered if the little girl were
your kid sister or your daughter.

- And how did you bet?
- Neither side.

I said you were the daughter
and she was really your mother.

That's Cindy, my daughter.

My name is Tom Evans. And that's my
associate over there. His name is Tom, also.

Hope you forgive us for
breaking in like this.

We were just kind of taking
in the sights, you know.

He's okay.

- Is there just the two of you?
- Yes.

- Something's disturbing you.
- Why do you say that?

I can see it in your
eyes. They're almost sad.

You're very discerning.

Well, you haven't got
a monopoly on sadness.

Besides, why else would a lady like
you be traveling alone with a daughter?

- Nobody likes to travel alone.
- No. Nobody likes it.

Now you sound bitter.

That's something I
thought I had a corner on.

I guess I was hoping San Francisco would
be an answer. That he'd be here after all.

At least, if not for me, for
our little girl, for Cindy.

But he didn't show up, did he? I
mean, you are alone, aren't you?

There wasn't even a message
from him at the hotel.

That's too bad. Here, I'm not
making a very good impression on you.

- Let me take these packages.
- No. Thank you, though, Mr. Evans.

- I didn't mean to...
- I know you didn't.

No, I don't want you to
get the idea that I was,

- well, trying to pick you up or something.
- Weren't you?

I guess I was at that.

Maybe I'm lonely, too.

A fellow like me gets
that way sometimes.

Even in a crowd, all alone and lonely.

It's easy to sell yourself that
the world is black, Mr. Evans.

But I suppose they call
it negative selling.

I'm not a very good salesman. I was trying
to do a job of positive selling with you.

- And what are you selling?
- Free transportation back to the hotel,

for you, the little girl
and all these packages.

We've got a car outside.

Well, frankly, I am tired. Mr.
Evans, you just made a sale.

Good. Let me introduce
you to my associate.

- Cindy.
- This is my friend, Tom Getts.

Hello. Cindy, we're going to drive
back to the hotel with Mr. Evans.

Got a new car.

This is Richards.
Well, here I go again.

This time I have two
characters with heavy tans.

One of them fits the
make we have on the air.

The other's dark, medium build.

They headed out of here in a '57
gray Plymouth sedan. License MTH 889.

The guy driving has medium complexion,
blonde hair, bow tie and no hat.

Now, the other men
are wearing gray hats.

There were also a woman, about
30, and a child in the car.

Right.

- I'll give you the packages now.
- Thank you. Thank you.

Well, you've been so kind.
Won't you stay a moment?

Yes, thank you. Thank you very much.

I'll put these in the
other room and freshen up.

Cindy, you entertain the gentlemen.

- Yes, Mommy.
- Some doll.

- Mommy got it for me in Tokyo.
- Did you get any other dolls in Tokyo?

No, that's all. Pretty, isn't she?

She's beautiful.

That's silk. Pure silk. Do
you know how they make silk?

- No. Suppose you tell us.
- Silk worms.

They make their beds and sleep,
and when they wake up, that's silk.

Worms? Do you mean to
say that worms made this?

- No! You see, the worms...
- The doll!

- Do you mind if I take it out?
- Of course not.

I had it out lots
of times on the boat.

Go on, examine it. See
what holds it together.

See, she has all these petticoats.

Only in Japan you don't
call them petticoats.

Mommy knows what they
call them, but I forgot.

Now this stick, is that what holds it
together? Does it go all the way up?

Yes.

It isn't here.

It's got to be.

You're hurting her!

- Mommy! Mommy!
- Mr. Evans!

Mommy! My doll!

Put that down this second
and get out of here.

- What is this?
- Mommy!

- Where is it? You found it, didn't you?
- Please. Please leave us alone.

We'll forget about the
doll. Just leave us alone.

That tired line you fed me.
Thought I'd bought it, huh?

Think I'm a patsy with "good
thing" printed all over my face?

- Trying to come on big with me, huh?
- No!

No!

Listen, kid. Now listen good. Did you
ever see a package inside that doll?

You tell me where your mother
put it and I'll let her go, okay?

- You saw it? Okay, okay.
- I put it on my dolly's face.

You want your mother to
live, you tell me where it is.

I'm telling you. There was a bag
of powder, under my dolly's dress.

- Yeah. Yeah, where is it now?
- I used it on the boat.

- You used it?
- To powder my dolly's face.

Kid, nobody ever used a more
expensive dusting powder.

Mr. Evans. Think, Mr. Evans.

If you do what you have
in mind, then what follows?

They crossed us, didn't they?
What else is there to do?

Us, Mr. Evans. You and me. If you do this,
you'll put us right in the dead-letter drop.

Remember, The Man,
he'll want an accounting.

He'll want to ask questions
about the missing stuff.

So we'll tell him.

Maybe he won't believe
us. It's worth a fortune.

Maybe he'll think we tried to cut
ourselves in on part of the action.

Yeah.

- Yeah, I see.
- But not if they tell him.

Then we're clear. We're
free. We can sleep nights.

We can walk down dark streets,

we can stand on busy
intersections at high noon.

Now you had to do what you did to
Warner and to the houseboy, but...

- I've got to kill them, too.
- No.

- No? What do you mean, "No"?
- No!

Not if the lady is wise enough to
follow our instructions explicitly.

Not if she's wise enough to
walk quietly out of this room,

into the elevator, and
down through the lobby.

Are you that wise? I hope
so, for the sake of you both.

Yes. I'll do whatever you say.

I'm personally very
pleased with your decision.

Because, in my profession,
there's one thing I dislike,

and that's hearing
someone's last words.

You know, famous last words.

Be firm with him. You understand?
What happened wasn't our fault.

- We've performed on the contract.
- You worry too much.

I'm fine, see. The Man don't
scare me. I'll bring him back here.

- You tell him what happened to the stuff.
- Another thing, be careful.

- You think I can't take him or something?
- Sure, you can take him.

It's what he represents that
you can't take. Not even you.

They'd catch up with us, someday,
someplace. Keep thinking of that.

- Okay.
- Play it easy.

Remember, at 4:30, we'll
be all finished and gone.

Step right this way.

Sutro's famous museum
and ice-skating rink.

The most fabulous showplace
west of the Rockies.

License, "M," Mary, "T,"
Tom, "H," Henry, 8- 8-9,

a gray '57 Plymouth sedan,
parked outside of Sutro's Museum.

Occupants, two males,
one woman and one child,

and fitting the description.

Keep under surveillance, but make no
attempt to apprehend the occupants.

They are armed and dangerous.
We're sending help. KMA 438.

Attention all cars,
vicinity Sutro's Museum.

Richmond three-wheeler now
has car under surveillance.

Richmond 2 and 4, respond. All
motorcycle officers in vicinity, respond.

Inspectors 32, respond. All units rendezvous
with Inspectors 32, who will be in charge.

No sirens.

Inspector 32, we're rolling.

What happens when he
brings this man back?

What happens afterwards?
What kind of men are you?

You see, you cry. That's why
women have no place in society.

Women are weak. Crime's
aggressive, and so is the law.

Ordinary people of your class, you don't
understand the criminal's need for violence.

You're sick!

Shut up!

Okay.

Yeah, but I wish your
buddy would hurry up.

Mister, can you fix it? It's busted.

- What's busted?
- This.

Now look. If you turn this, you
can see the numbers. You see?

You're The Man.

I'm Dancer.

The Warner kid, he was a push. The
stuff was right there in the horse.

The Sanders, no problem, either. The
houseboy had it all laid out for me.

The Bradshaw dame and her kid,
that's where the job went to pieces.

The kid used the stuff as
dusting powder for her doll.

Yeah. It's all gone.
How about that crazy kid.

Julian and I figured you'd never stand
for a short count, I know we wouldn't.

So what else could
I do, but get to you?

I don't have all the stuff,
but the rest of it is here.

Here.

Listen, I just want to get Julian
and me off the hook with you.

Well, you talk to that dame and
her kid, they're right outside.

They'll tell you how it was.

Then Julian and I'll blow.

You want me to help
you? I'll be glad to...

Julian and I don't
want no beef with you.

We didn't plan on that kid using
that stuff to powder her dolly's nose.

When it got goofed up like that,

I couldn't drop a short shipment
without some explanation, could I?

- Could I?
- All right, children, time to go.

There's lots more to see.

Are you going to say anything?

You're dead.

Mister. Mister. Thank you.

Come on, Janet.

"Dead"? What do you mean, "dead"? I
told you how it was. They're right...

That's the truth.

Nobody ever sees me. That's
going to make you dead.

Maybe you'll make it to the airport,
maybe you won't, but your time is borrowed.

You're dead.

Now, get out!

It's the first car beyond the bus.

Remember, there's a woman
and child in that car.

- Better notify Communications we're here.
- Yes, sir.

Hold it! Police!

We've got about two minutes
to make Golden Gate Bridge

before they set up roadblocks.

We can't make it. We'd
better scatter now.

I'm your boy. I'll get you out.

Attention, all cars. Effective
immediately, a Signal 666 is imposed.

Fugitive vehicle, gray,
1957 Plymouth sedan,

license, "M," Mary, "T,"
Thomas, "H," Henry, 8-8-9,

last seen heading
east on Seal Rock Road.

All cars in the vicinity of Sea Cliff, watch
for suspect car proceeding in your direction.

Alert highway patrol,
vicinity Golden Gate Bridge.

Notify military police, Presidio.

There she is.

It's all right, honey, don't worry.

- What happened?
- Our fee got raised for this job.

We can peddle this stuff for a mint.

I told you how to handle
it. What went wrong?

I came on just like you said. Real
easy. I told him what happened.

Then I tried to sell him, but
he wouldn't buy it. That's all.

That's all? You put us in the deep freeze
and then you say, "That's... ' ' Look out!

What else is there? It happened.
You want maybe I should cry?

Maybe it's not too late. Maybe I could
see The Man and I could explain it.

He won't hear you.

Not him! Not after what I
told you would happen to us.

Maybe you want to go back and look
at what's left of him on that ice.

- He pushed me too far!
- Look out!

- So I pushed him just far enough.
- Get us out.

You got us in, now you get us
out. They're trying to kill us!

The way I see it, we got two choices.

Either we get killed by this
jerk, or we stop and shoot it out.

You want to stop and
shoot it out, Julian?

- You know I never fired a gun in my life.
- Then cool it!

From here on in, I'm
running this show, me.

You're in the back seat,
that's where you stay.

They beat us here.
The bridge is blocked.

It's okay, though. I've got a
hideout. A warehouse in Folsom.

Fugitive car proceeding
east on Fort Scott Road.

Inspectors 32 following suspect
car east on Fort Scott Road.

The warehouse is on the next block.

You want to live, mac, you'll get
us out of here and get us out fast.

There, you see? We're in luck.
There's a freeway just ahead.

Why, you stupid...

Dancer!

The last thing The Man in the
wheelchair said, "Now, get out.' '

- Was that for the book, Julian?
- No, Dancer, no!

And just before that, this!

Say something for the book.

Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy!

- Cindy!
- Mommy!