All language subtitles for Screaming Mimi (1958)) Anita Ekberg, Philip Carey, Gypsy Rose Lee

Subtitles
Luis Filipe Bernardes

Oh, Rusty, don't get so excited,
it's just a little rabbit.

As I say, she'd only been visiting me
a couple of weeks this time.

She'd come up from New Orleans
on a vacation.

You and your stepsister
weren't too close then.

No.

I don't know what you mean, doctor.

I mean that she'd come and stay
with me once a year or so.

Virginia liked to get away
from cities, she said.

Dr. Robinson.

Whatever the cost is for Virginia,

Anything.

I'm only an artist,
but I could get it somehow.

Whatever the cost.

Your stepsister will receive the best
of care here at Highland, Mr. Weston.

The best of hospital care.

And psychiatric care.

Dr. Robinson, can't you let me
see Virginia?

In a few days perhaps.

Right now it wouldn't be good
for you of for her.

I... I want to see her.

I had her placed in 23.

What was your stepsister doing
in New Orleans, Mr. Weston?

She had a kind of a dancing
job down there, she...

...really didn't tell me much about it.

Why did it have to happen to her?

The way she stood there screaming. I'll
never forget it the rest of my life.

"I didn't mean to."

"I don't want to."

"But the knife."

She never killed that maniac.

She doesn't know what she's saying.

Don't!

I don't want to!

Don't, please!

It's a deep traumatic shock.

She's dissociated from reality.

You're right, doctor.
I shouldn't have seen her like this.

The knife...

Well, I... I'd better be going now.

Perhaps we'll have some news
for you by Thursday or Friday.

Friday I have a sculpture class
in the village.

We're going to try something
a little different...

...from the tests we made
last month, Virginia.

Tell me what you see in it.

An ink blot, doctor.

Yes.

Well, what figures of people,
or things?

Two men crawling.

They're crawling through with knives.

No!

You just want me to speak
about it again.

- I don't want to think about the knife.
- Don't think about the knife.

You never had the knife.

You mustn't feel guilty.

Virginia, listen to me.

You need help and I want to help you.
I want to do everything I can for you.

I want to get out of this place.

How long have I been here?

You can leave soon, when you're well.

I'm trying to help you be well.

Virginia,

Tell me you know I'm trying to help you.

I know you're trying to help me.

I'll do everything I can for you.

You will do all you can for me.

Shall we go back to your room
now, Virginia?

I know. I shall have my rest now.

Room 23.

Take a letter to Charles Chapman
Weston, the address is in the files.

"Dear Mr. Weston,

"I should like to give you a report
on progress of your stepsister..."

"...while she's undergoing therapy
here at Highland."

"In all frankness,

"I must state that any undue
optimism at this time..."

"...would be most ill-advised."

Highland Sanitarium.

I'm sorry, I cannot call Dr. Green
at his bungalow after 8 p.m.

Could you call in the morning?

I was sure his headaches
were psychosomatic.

Dr. Greenwood's spending plenty of time
with his new patient.

Keeping office hours in his bungalow now.

Oh, I feel so good.

There's nothing wrong with me, is there?

You're much better than you were
six months ago, Virginia.

Will I leave here soon
and go back to dancing?

Would that make you happy?

Yes. How can I ever thank you
for all you've done for me?

For letting me have so much freedom and...

...taking care of me so well.

I'll always take care of you, Virginia.

You need me and I n...

You need me, remember that.
You need me to look after you.

Yes.

I know I do.

But I get frightened sometimes
and think about that night.

Don't think about that!

It's over.

It never happened.

No.

It never happened, did it?

I had a dog once.

Did I ever tell you about my dog?

But I don't remember where.

I don't remember where it was.

Can I have a dog again?

When we leave here,
you can have anything you want.

But you're not leaving.

You're a doctor.

Are you going to leave here too?

Please don't leave me.

Do you trust me?

Yes.

Will you do anything I say?

Yes.

I want to get out of this place.

Please don't leave me.

Hey, drink up, Barney, you're on
an expense account. My rent's due.

Isn't that a beautiful specimen?

I built a career on heads like that.

And now boys and girls, the moment
you've all been waiting for.

And this, believe me, gives me
a great deal of pleasure.

I'm introducing to El Madhouse a newcomer.

And I'm sure you're gonna agree
that once you've seen her,

she's going to be around for a long time.

I give you, Yolanda.

Miss Yolanda Lang.

Come on, everybody on their feet.
Come on, everybody up.

This gives us a good chance
to empty the ashtrays.

Sweeney! The press!

They freeload and they don't spell our
names right, but we love them anyway.

I love you too, Joannie.

Nice to see you haven't been raided yet.

Yeah.

Paul, never give this guy a check, never.

Dropped in to catch my new cupcake, huh?

I tell you, Bill, she is the greatest thing
in the history of nightclub entertainment.

Matches.

- What time do you get off tonight?
- Ah-ah-ah, don't touch the candy, junior.

Where did this chick come from?

A left field. She walked in here
absolutely cold.

- Would you like to meet her?
- Yeah.

I've got to go to work sooner or later.

Well, come on.

- Yolanda.
- Yes?

I want you to meet a friend of mine.
Bill Sweeney.

Does a nightclub column for the Times.

How do you do?

That's quite an act you have.

Thank you.

Oh, I thought tonight was the best ever.

He doesn't like to be patted.

Lie down, Devil.

Maybe we could have that drink
after the show if tonight, Yolanda,

...if you're not too tired.

All right.

And you can always mention
me in that column of yours, honey

...if there's any room left over.

Or at least El Madhouse.

That's a promise, Joannie.

Yolanda Lang?

Yolanda Lang.

Who made up a name like that?

Does it matter?

Not to me.

Even if your name was Suzie Schwartzkopf,
I'd uh...

I'd like to take you out and see
what trouble we could find.

Pure research, you understand.

Of course.

How tall are you, Yolanda?

With heels?

With anybody.

Me, for instance.

With heals I'm five ten.

Without, five seven.

And you're Norwegian?

Swedish.

Originally.

Nobody could ever accuse you
of talking too much, could they?

I've never found it necessary.

- Be careful!
- Sure.

- What is it?
- It's just a figure.

Weird-looking dame, isn't she?

Uh... you've never worked
around here before, have you?

Well, uh...

Just a little bit around...

Yolanda.

This is my manager, Mr. Green.

Bill Sweeney, Mr. Green.

You're the newspaperman.

I like to think I am.

I cover the night beat.

Ride the police cars, write about
the messes people get into.

Everything from who's playing
footsie with who this week...

...on up to who's murdering who.

Well, Miss Lang doesn't give interviews.
Thank you, Mr. Sweeney.

Yolanda must change now.

Everybody in this business wants
publicity, Green.

Surely it wouldn't do any harm
to talk to him.

Miss Lang doesn't need publicity,
Mr. Sweeney.

Good night, sir.

Suit yourself.

Maybe the Garbo routine can work again.

But I wouldn't bet my life on it.

Still a heck of a night, Yolanda.

Even without publicity.

- What did you tell him?
- I told him nothing.

Why can't I talk?

You must do as I say!
Please don't talk to people like that.

You were better tonight.

You remembered almost everything.

Where did you get this?

I told you weeks ago to get rid of it.

I don't want you to have it.

You see yourself in it,
you brood over it,

it disturbs you, it brings back
everything I want you to forget,

I don't know why you insist
on keeping it.

I'm not going to take it away from you.

I want you to be strong enough
to destroy it yourself.

I'm sorry.

I don't like to talk to you like that.

But you must let me decide certain things,
you must let me handle strangers.

I know.

And in a while,

we'll have enough money
to go to Europe to live.

We won't have to hide anymore.

I can become Dr. Greenwood again.

There will be no more men staring at you.

Just the two of us.

With nothing to worry about.

I hope so.

I'm going by that little French
restaurant and get some supper.

I don't drink enough to obscure
the taste of Joann's cuisine.

You'll be ready to go back to the apartment
in about an hour.

Joann asked me to have
a drink with her afterwards.

I'll pick you up about twelve.

Who called the cops?

Me. I was looking out my window.

This blonde with the dog was waltzing by.

All of a sudden the dog starts
growling at something.

There's some guy in the shadows
and he pulls her down there.

The dog goes for him
and he takes off like a bat.

The next thing I know the blonde pulls up
like an accordion.

Thanks for the ride, Mac.

Be my guest any time.

- Hi, Chuck. 401?
- Looks like it.

Sweeney, if this is the most excitement
you can find tonight, you're in trouble.

- It's only a drunk.
- That's life.

Somebody else called.

"I was upstairs, I heard a growl,
I came down..."

Alright, everybody, step around, please.

- What's the trouble?
- Down there, officer, a woman.

I don't know why us citizens
can't get better service for our taxes.

Don't get too near the dog.

Oh, she's drunk.

Look, she's been stabbed!

Don't be a hero, Bill, a dog lake
that can be a devil on wheels in a fight.

Call a wagon. Homicide.

Don't shoot him, Mac.
He's not mad.

Yolanda.

Yolanda.

Easy, Devil.

Easy, boy.

Yolanda.

Keep talking to him.
He likes the sound of your voice.

Scottie, see if you can enter
around behind him.

Protect yourself. We may get out of this
without too much trouble.

Keep talking.

Four score and seven years ago...

our forefathers brought forth
on this continent...

...Life, Liberty and the pursuit
of Happiness.

There'll be a little change in temperature.

Fog, no clouds near the coast.

It's raining, it's raining,
there's pepper in the box.

All of the ladies are putting
on their frocks.

Now, Scottie, now.

Somebody get a blanket.

Here comes the wagon.

The dog must have scared off
whoever it was before he finished.

- Drop you off at the paper?
- Yeah, thanks.

What did you say her name was?

Yolanda.
Yolanda Lang.

Let's see the file on Lola Lake,
the last Ripper case.

Exactly one month ago.

- Well, he wrote a good story, didn't he?
- Hm-hmm.

He attacked practically the same way.

Same cut across the belly.

I've seen that statue before.

Hey, Sweeney.

You're in the wrong morgue, aren't you?

- Mac, you know Captain Bline.
- Bline?

James Erwin. Homicide.

You got that right, Mac.

Quite a file I have with you, captain.

Why are you so interested in Lola, Sweeney?

She's last month's news.

Any resemblance to the attack on Yolanda
Lang seems more than purely coincidental.

I know you'd love to trade in
that honorary police badge...

...for a nice shiny one like mine.

But what would you do without all
the excitement, glamor and frivolity...

...of your upholstered sewers?

I'll take a crime beat any day.

Even if it means running into you, Bline.

Well, I wish you luck.

Thanks, I'll need it.

Yolanda.

What actually did happen that night?

I was walking.

Devil growled at something
and pulled me downstairs.

I saw a shadow coming at me.

Devil jumped.

But the man got away.

Yolanda, where did you know Lola Lake?

I don't know her.

That's Lola.

The Ripper did a better job on her.

She's pretty, isn't she?

She was then.

I'm afraid.

You've got a right to be.

He'll try it again.

You don't mean that.

You will help me, won't you?

Maybe I can help you now, Yolanda.

Who sent you that statue?

Statue?

The one in your dressing room,
the naked figure, the frightened girl.

I haven't got a statue in my dressing room.

The one on the shelf you told me
to be careful with.

Sometimes...

I don't know how to tell you this, but...

Sometimes I can't remember things.

Many things.

Yolanda, listen to me.

I'm trying to help you.

Yes, you are, aren't you?

I think you really are.

I can't if I don't find out a few things.

Please don't try.

Why shouldn't I?

Because...

Because I don't want you to get hurt too.

- By whom, Green?
- No, you're wrong.

I gave strict orders the patient
wasn't to be disturbed at all.

Did Miss MacDonald say you may
come up here?

That's right.

Now she'll really get her name
in the papers, hm?

All right, then you must be through.

Just one little question, doctor.

Are you married, Miss Lang?

I'm not married.

Thanks.

Hope you'll feel better.

You're getting hot pants for a real story,
aren't you, Junior?

Maybe.

But I know there's gotta be a story when
two sexy blondes are knifed the same way...

...and both have the same taste in statues.

Police traced Miss Lake's actions
prior to murder.

shopping, movie theater,

Made a purchase at the gift shop
of Raoul Renard 731 Craig St.

...at approximately 7 o'clock last evening.

Ah, yes, I remember.

Fascinating group of characters
Miss Lake associated with.

Raoul Renard, who's he?

Raoul loves beautiful things of all kinds.

Can I go after the story?

Let neither rain or snow
nor uncooperative witnesses...

...keep you from a great story, William.

But don't forget.

Wear some protection around your gut.

At least after dark, huh?

Okay, Walter, I'll be careful.

Well? Change your mind?

A thought just occurred to me.

No guts if I back out now.

And maybe.

- What did you call it?
- Mimi.

M-I-M-I, the girl's name.

"Screaming Mimi".

Obvious pun, of course.

The catalogue number is SM-1.

And an individual in the manufacturer's
office with a sense of humor,

or the macabre,

decided that SM stood for "Screaming Mimi".

Who was the sculptor?

That I don't know.

Exquisite little thing, isn't it?

Although, as I say, it never sold.

Does anyone else in the city carry it?

No. I have an exclusive on the line.

- You said there were three of them?
- Yes.

The other was sold the next day for cash.

My own curiosity, I too wondered who
might have wanted the other one.

I'd like to buy this one.

Well.

I think perhaps I am a little weary
of the lady.

If you like. It's 42 or 45 dollars.

Something under 50 I believe
with the irksome taxes.

Oh, Jan, could you help us
a moment, please?

Certainly.

Jan, Mr. Sweeney has persuaded me
to let him have the Mimi.

Oh.

Gift-wrapped?

Just plain, dear.

"Good evening, Manor House."

Miss Yolanda Lang's apartment, please.

- "They don't accept any calls."
- She'll take this call.

"I'm sorry. Would you like
to leave a message?"

No, skip it.

Well, honeybunch,

I think we're one jump ahead
of the cops.

All I have to do is find your sister.

Looks like I've got a case of
opening-night jitters myself.

Can't seem to keep it steady at all.

How are your nerves this evening,
Mr. Green?

Ten bucks you can't keep her
from falling off.

Or does Yolanda have to make a 100
before you try 10 with me?

Greene, there's a statuette of a woman
screaming, ever see one?

Is this your idea of a joke?

It was.

You win the bet.

It was worth it.

I wouldn't have believed you.

But I do believe the age
of this piece of paper.

Very clever, Sweeney.

Your own home-made lie detector.
No, your reaction indicator.

- You know about that?
- I know something about psychiatry.

As an amateur.

- To your ill health.
- To yours.

Happy hunting, Sweeney.

May you get to the Ripper,
or vice-versa.

Not with the feet, Ketti,
we dance with the head.

Hi, sexy.

What brings you down here today... William?

I'm gonna write about you in the column,
I gotta find out what's new.

Can I come in...
or shall we neck out in the hall?

What... what kind of perfume is that?

A maiden-lady aunt of mine
just visited San Francisco.

Brought me some incense from Chinatown.

Don't inhale it too far.

Hasn't bugged me yet.

They sound like they rehearsed
in separate buildings.

How have you been, Joann?

Till Yolanda gets back Friday, I'll
have to work an extra show each night.

How should I be?

How's your... psychosis today?

I just came up for a little gin and...

...sympathy.

And to find out who sent
Yolanda a statue...

...she had in her dressing room
a few weeks ago.

I didn't see it. What statue?

A dame. Few clothes on.

Besides that she was practically nude.

You must have seen it, Joann.

You see everything.

So all right, I'm a liar.
I tell you I didn't see it.

What's so important about
a statue anyway?

I wish I knew.

And I'd give a big red apple
to know who sent it to her.

Well.

Why don't you ask her?

Or is that too simple?

I get the same lines from her
I get from you.

She never heard of it.

Listen, Joann, give me the dope.

What's this Indian sign
Green has over her?

You're asking me?

For all I know, the way he looks after her,
you'd think a bosom was something unique.

I thought you and Yolanda
were real true-blue chums.

I'm chums with everybody
who works for me.

Interview over?

Sorry, girls.

I didn't realize it was just tea for two.

Don't call us. We'll call you.

Captain Bline thought you might like
to sit at his table, Bill.

Oh, I'm sorry, sister.

Any damage to the chest we'd
be glad to pay for the repairs.

Brother, you couldn't even pay
for the headlights.

Sweeney, why I asked you to sit here.

Keep your eyes peeled, watch the faces.

See if there's anybody you remember
being on Leonard with you that night.

Okay.

But why would anybody take
a chance and show up tonight?

In a crowd like this in the dark?

Maybe it's not so much of a chance.

And a killer who's tried it once has
got to find out how she looks now.

Find out and maybe finish the job.

Ladies and gentlemen,

with a certain amount of pride,
and a great deal of pressure...

I mean, pleasure,

our employer, our friend,
our own Joann Masters.

d When Mrs. O'Leary's cow d
d Kicked the lantern d

d In Chicago town d

d They say that started the fire d

d That burned Chicago down d

d That's the story that went around d

d But here's the real lowdown d

d Put the blame on Mame, boys d

d Put the blame on Mame d

d Mame kissed a buyer from out of town d

d That kiss burned Chicago down d

d Put the blame on Mame, boys d

d Put the blame on Mame d

Speaking of the devil.

You wanted to see me, captain?

Thought you might sit with us.

Well, I think I'd better check on Pat.

How is she, Green?

I think your men might have been
a little more considerate...

...of her state of mind the last few days.

There's no reason to keep
badgering her with questions.

Do you want her slightly badgered
or slightly dead?

Hi, fellas.

I'm having a little welcome-home
party after the show for Yolanda.

Would you fellows like
to hang around?

You too, Sweeney.

d Oh Genevieve, sweet Genevieve d

d The days may come, but they may go d

Oh, brother, the joint's loaded
with talent tonight.

d The blissful dreams of long ago d

I'll have another one, Paul.

And don't shortchange my friend
like you do these other citizens.

Bill, not that I'm hacked about it,

but how come Joann allows all these
characters here...

...to soak up the juice this way?

You don't think this party
is for laughs, do you?

Half these characters are here
because Bline wanted them.

You mean they're taking
someone in tonight?

I think so.
If Yolanda can identify them.

Now man, don't give me that Tracy stare,

I can't even play mumbley pegs
with a knife.

Anything happening around here?

For a while it was like being back
on traffic detail.

Trying to keep out all the lushes
who wanted to get her autograph.

But it's quieted down now.

Well, I'll see you.

How goes it, Bline?

Oh, ripping.

Do you mind telling me something?

Just as a friend, nothing else.

Your number one suspect, male or female?

I'll make a deal with you, Sweeney.

I'll answer you that one when you answer
the 64-thousand dollar one.

Who could have done it
that had any motive?

- Having a good time?
- Where's your star?

Preparing for the grand entrance, I guess.

Her impresario is beginning
to roll down the red carpet.

I told you to stay back there
and keep your eye on her!

She's out here, isn't she?

I figured that when she left her dressing
room she was coming out here.

Congratulations on your
efficiency, captain.

You want to help me find her?

Or do you want to make a speech?

Get me the department,
I want to talk to McIntyre.

Yolanda.

I was worried about you.

I didn't want to stay there
with all those people.

They're strangers.

What brought you back here?

Back where?

Devil and I were just taking a walk.

This isn't just any street.

You were here before.

Let's forget about it.

Strange I would be back here, isn't it?

Why would you be here?

Just a crazy hunch.

I'm glad you have your crazy hunches.

Please stay with me for a while.

Can I tell you something?

You can tell me anything.

Green wasn't wrong when he
said I was interested in you...

...because you were a good copy.

It doesn't matter now.
We're together.

No, listen to me,
maybe the main reason was...

I know.

Right now the only reason is...

I need you very much.

Why did you wait so long
to tell me that?

People must be looking for you.

- Don't you think we...
- I don't want to think about people.

Sometimes I wonder how much
people think about me.

Don't wonder any longer.

My darling.

I don't care.

It seems different when I...

I'm a different person with you.

Just for one hour.

Don't go away.

I want you too much.

You start remembering like that.

I won't go away anymore.

What can't you forget?

We both promised, no questions.

We're happy together.

This is all that matters.

Please, darling.

No questions.

No questions.

Not even your real name.

I told you, I don't have a name.

I'm just a girl you found
and missed one night.

Isn't that enough?

You talk too much.

Much too much.

It's all right, darling.

I'm right here.
It was just a bad dream.

Oh, hold me tight.

Don't ever let me go.

What was it?

What can't you forget?

Green?

You've got to get away from him.

You'll never be happy until you do.

I want to, but...

But I can't.

Just leave.

Today, in an hour.

Don't tell him where you're moving.
It's as simple as that.

- Is it?
- Of course it is.

I'll help you.

I wish I could be sure.

You can be.

Oh, you're so good to me.

I'll be with you in a little while.

I'll put a lot of dots, dots, dots
in the column and...

...pick you up at your apartment
in about an hour.

I will be ready. Apartment 31.

I think I can remember it.

Keep it running, Ben,
I'll be down in a few minutes.

You're gonna have a ride with
the most beautiful girl in the world.

Where's Yolanda?

She's here.

Don't try and stop me, Green.

I'd already have done that.

You have a visitor.

Yolanda, what's the matter?

Tell me.

She happened to realize
that she doesn't need you.

Is there anything else you want
before you go?

Yolanda, get your things and let's go.

What's happened to you since this morning?

We said no questions.

Don't ask me.

You've got to decide, darling,
once and for all.

Well, it didn't last forever did it?

Please understand me.

Did I say what you wanted?

Look at me.

You said what you wanted, didn't you?

You worried about me.

You haven't slept at all, have you?

I don't know which was worse.

Not knowing what happened to you
when you disappeared or...

Or realizing that you must be with him.

You treat me as a child.

You watch me and you guard me.

You won't let anybody near me.

Because I have to, you have to be watched.
Do you realize where you'd be if I didn't?

Locked up in some cell!

Not knowing the difference between
what was real and what you dreamed!

Yes, I look after you, and I watch you,
and I guard you.

I've given up everything for you.

Don't I have a life of my own?

No! Not without me!

You're nothing without me!

I don't care. Just leave me alone.

I can't.

I need you too.

This came, Mr. Sweeney.

Thank you, Mrs. Myers.

Look, strangers can ask me about
anything else I've worked on.

But Screaming Mimi is personal.

How is it you know about it?

Why shouldn't I?
I tried to sell it for you.

I'm Horace Sweeney of the Ganslin
Art Company.

Ganslin.

I'm... I'm sorry, Mr. Sweeney.

Usually the company sends Mr. Burke
up here, you know.

You don't wan to make any more
like it, do you?

No. I just like it myself.

We've only sold about forty altogether.

They shouldn't be sold anyway.

You people shouldn't try to sell it
and I shouldn't have made it.

Too personal.

The way Virginia stood there screaming.

It stuck in my mind until
I had to make it or go crazy myself.

After I made it, I should
have destroyed it.

It was like selling your own sister.

I stayed drunk a whole week.

I don't blame you.

She was a swell girl, you know, mister...

- Sweeney.
- Sweeney.

She was a little mixed up sometimes, but...

Aren't we all?

I guess I am.

They call me Crazy Charlie
around here, you know.

They probably call me Crazy Sweeney
where I come from.

To craziness.

To our kind of craziness.

The other kind...

Who was Virginia?

She was my stepsister. She used to come
and visit me here every once in a while.

One morning she was out there
in the shower and...

...an escaped maniac came at her.
All bloody with a knife.

I heard her screaming,
and I grabbed my rifle

But the shock sent her
to Highland Sanitarium.

A wonderful doctor took charge
of the case there for nothing.

Seven months later he broke me
the bad news.

She died.

You didn't even want to go
to the funeral, huh?

I can see how you wouldn't feel like it.

It was quite a story.

I can't quite figure it out, Charlie.

A girl was attacked some time ago,
Lola Lake.

She had a Mimi with her.

A month later, another girl, Yolanda Lang.

But you've never heard of them, have you?

I didn't think so.

Well, a guy knifed Yolanda too.

And she had a copy of the statue.

Don't look at me,
I haven't got the answers.

I'd hoped you would.

A part of it anyway.

Thank you, Tracy.

- I'm awful busy, junior.
- It can wait.

Mimi, meet Walter Krieg, Walter meet
Mimi, Screaming Mimi.

Charmed. Now get that thing
out of here.

Walter, listen. Listen good and fast.

Remember?

Lola Lake had one of these.

I showed it to you in the news shot.
It was splattered all over the alley.

- What the devil are you getting at?
- The Ripper.

He's got Mimi's sister.

I saw it in Yolanda Lang's dressing
room before it disappeared.

The Ripper went after Yolanda
exactly the same way.

Now for the statue.

Mimi here was made
by an old duck down the coast.

He made it after his stepsister was
practically killed in front of his eyes.

Walter, the Ripper and Mimi they go
together as sure as we're standing here..

How I don't know.

But I have one wild idea that might
give us an answer.

And make us look like real smart guys.

The Ripper's got something like that?

He sent it to Yolanda just before
he went after her.

With a nice little morbid calling card.

You think he stole it back from her
after he went for her and missed?

Right. It was and is a fetish with him.

He wouldn't be without it.

Lola Lake had one with her
when she was attacked.

Yolanda was sent one just before
she was attacked.

I tell you it's gotta be more
than just a coincidence.

Keep talking.

If we print the picture,
somebody might recognize it...

...and remember where they saw it.

Then we'd nail the Ripper.

A bellboy, landlady,
a friend, an enemy.

Nobody can forget something
that looks like this.

Send Herb in.

Are you with me, Walter?

Front page.

Extra extra! Read all about it!

Slasher has the statue.

"Somewhere in this city a murderer
is staring at this statue,"

"he is the murderer of Lola Lake."

"the psychopath who tried to murder
Yolanda Lang."

"This statue is his trademark, his fetish.
Have you seen it?"

Yeah. And just because Sweeney
likes to play with his typewriter,

we spend the night here in
Yolanda Lang's basement listening in...

...and waiting for a killer to appear,

instead of playing pinochle at home
like any sensible cop.

Boy, imagination is a sensational
thing, isn't it?

And Sweeney is sure full of it.

Not Yolanda's phone.

Well, stick with it.

Anybody who tries to contact her may
give us just the lead that we need.

It's about time, pal.

Well, Sweeney.

We were just talking about you.

Hi.

I found him out on sidewalk
looking up in her window.

I thought he'd make a good
pigeon for Jim.

Any objections?

You don't expect to get an interview
with her tonight, do you?

I mean, one that you can print.

- I thought something might pop around here.
- Yeah, so I gathered.

You know, Sweeney, I think I've been
letting you...

...ride around in these prowl cars
a little bit too long.

Next Christmas I'm going to give you
a giant size do-it-yourself detective kit.

Thanks, Dad.

Maybe it is a long shot.

But it may break this thing wide open.

Look, you wanna write, write fairy tales.

Come on, sit down, shuffle the cards.

Not a bad story.

Have just a peachy evening, you all.

I'll be thinking about you in the sack.

- Anything?
- Blanks.

Robert's staked out across the hall.

He said she came in an hour ago
and must have gone right to sleep.

What are the odds on the Ripper
taking a crack at her tonight?

I don't go for odds.

Anyway, we're watching her like hawks.

It's the house phone.
From the the lobby.

"Yes? Who is it?"

- "I'm downstairs."
- "All right. If you want, come up."

I was almost asleep.

What's the matter with you?

You look so strange.

Pack a bag, we're leaving right away.

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

- We're not leaving until Sunday.
- Don't argue, we haven't much time!

But I don't understand
why you changed out plans.

Your friend Sweeney has found
out too much.

They're liable to find out everything
before long, all about us.

I didn't give up everything for you
just to have it end like this.

How could anyone find out?

I don't know how much you've told him
or how much you've lied to me.

We're in trouble and we've got to leave.

But you told me I was all right.

You told me everything would be all right.

I thought I could help you.

I didn't know that you'd
disobey me and keep that fetish...

... and use it for some kind of ritual.

I got rid of it.

You still have it.

Your mania is fixed on it.

And if anybody else knows you have
it, you'll be arrested. Now get it for me.

No!

Virginia.

You were all right till you saw that thing.

And it undid everything
I'd been able to do to help you.

Because it represented perfectly
everything that you felt when...

...when the shock sent you
to the sanitarium.

I don't want to listen to you.

I don't have to listen to you anymore!

You're lying!

You've got to listen to me.
I've got to make you understand.

You saw the statuette
and it hypnotized you.

Only this time there was a transference.

You saw yourself in it but your mind
couldn't accept it again,

couldn't stand the horror.
This time...

...you wanted to become the attacker,
the killer with the knife.

- And when you followed Lola, you...
- Stop it!

What are you trying to make me say?

I didn't kill Lola!

And whoever did tried to kill me.

Look at me.

Don't you know who attacked you?

In the hospital.

I started to wonder.

But I...

I was afraid to think so.

Did you do it to punish me?

I knew that I could make
only a surface cut.

It wouldn't really harm you.

I had to do something desperate,
shock treatment.

I had to reverse your fixation.

And you said you'd never hurt me.

You said you would take care of me.

And now...

- You tried to kill me.
- I tried to save your life.

I'm still trying.
Now do as I say.

Don't touch her.

Virginia.

Do as I say.

Put on a coat and come with me.

I've always looked after you, Virginia.

I always will.

You trust me, Virginia.

Virginia.

Virginia, listen to me.

You tried to kill me before.

Now you're taking her away from me.

Virginia...

Devil, stop it!

Virginia, stop him!

Rush that wagon.

???

Miss Lang.

Are you all right?

Did he hurt you?

What happened?

Looks like I'll make you a great story.

Where's Yolanda?

She rushed out, not a scratch on her.

He made another try, but this time the dog
must have pushed him out the window.

- All I heard was the yelling.
- Was she all right?

He didn't touch her.

Mr. Sweeney.

Sweeney...

Sweeney, you did get the Ripper.

I said you would.

She knew that the statue
was a fetish with me.

I knew that...

...when she read your story,

she'd know I killed Lola.

And I tried to...

but Devil stopped me...

...again.

Sweeney...

Take care of her.

She needs help.

Roberts, you stick around here
and wait for her.

See that she's all right
when she comes back.

Okay.

Well, I guess that about wraps it up, boys.

Shorter and sweeter than I figured it.

Oh, Sweeney, how long did you know
about this statue...

Sweeney!

Who opened?

How many?

Five.

Well, another pigeon, boys.

Want to join the game, sweetie?
Your dough I'd love to take.

- Has Yolanda been here?
- Yeah, about 10 minutes ago.

She breezed in here looking
like the rabbit...

- What did she want?
- She wanted some dough.

Anybody see her leave?

Oh, she puttered around the dressing
room for a few minutes then she walked out.

Red hailed her a cab.

Yeah, Sweenie, Ben was cruising,
I hailed him.

I didn't hear where she told him...

Is this where you dropped her, Ben?

She just said stop here and took off.

Last I saw of her and the dog,
they were headed down that way.

Thanks, Bennie.

- Good night, Bill.
- Good night.

Did you see a beautiful blonde?

A great dame with a Great Dane?

At the Fleabag.

Thanks.

How long you want it for.

The girl who just checked in,
the one with the dog.

Down the hall, 306.

- Who'd she tell you she was?
- I ain't the curious type.

Checked in about an hour ago.

I said I didn't take dogs, she said
she'd pay extra, I let her.

- Thanks.
- Who are you?

What's it worth to you?

What do you want?

Why are you running away?

I'm not running away.

You can tell me the truth.

Green did enough lying.

Before he died.

What did he say?

That you need help.

Somebody to look after you.

And you do, don't you?

Virginia.

I'm Yolanda.

Yolanda Lang.

You know I am.

It's a shot in the dark,
but I hit it, didn't I?

You are Virginia.

Charlie Weston's sister.

How did you ever work it
to get out of that asylum?

It was a hospital.

I'm not insane.

Don't say I am!

That Mimi was yours, wasn't it?

It had to be the way you told me
to be so careful with it.

You bought it.
Nobody sent it to you.

Did you recognize yourself, Virginia?

It wasn't mine.

He brought it up to the apartment.

I don't know where he got it from.

Green was the Ripper?

He couldn't be.

He wouldn't attack you.

He protected you like a...
like a child.

He used to.

In the sanitarium.

Of course.

Green, your doctor.

He could sign the right papers
to get you out, lie to Charlie.

Protect you.

And he almost got away with it.

Right to the end.

Almost.

He is guilty.

He went to your apartment tonight
to get the Mimi.

He knew you had it, knew you killed Lola.

He was as sure of it as I am now.

You shouldn't have told me
he didn't know Lola.

That was one thing that wasn't up to check.

You once worked together in the same club.

You saw her go to Raoul's
and buy that statue.

Then you met.

Something clicked the wrong way.

You thought you had to kill her.

From then on you became wrapped up
in that weird thing.

You went back and bought one
on your own.

Took it home.

And Green knew he had to get it away
from you before something else happened.

And the sight of him touching
your idol threw you into...

Well, you told Devil what...

...to do.

Devil!

Four score and seven years ago...

It's raining, it's raining,
there's pepper in the box...

Like I said, four score
and seven years ago...

our forefathers brought forth
on this continent...

a new nation conceived in liberty...

in liberty and...

...they came to the proposition
that all men are created equal.

Be careful of the dog, Bline!

You all right, Sweeney?

Now that you're here.

You didn't think I'd let you get
very far away from me, did you?

Well, Miss Lang.

Yolanda.

She doesn't even know what's going on.

You better stick here.

Come on, Virginia.

It's all right.

It took me about five minutes to
spot those holes in Green's story.

Later.

Where is Rusty?

Why can't I have my dog with me?

Are you my doctor?

That's right.

You're not my doctor.

You haven't got a white coat.

I know.

I'll go and have my rest now.

Room 23.

Can I drop you somewhere, Bill?

No, thanks.

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