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APPLAUSE

And so,
until next week

at the same time
on the same station,

remember, hear
Estrellita tonight

and go to sleep
with love
in your heart.

# Little star

# You see me
sad and lonely

# Please listen to my plea

# My love is gone from me

# Gentle star

# Will he return

# And tenderly whisper

# Dearest one
I love you so

# My heart is yours alone

# Come guide him back to me. #

APPLAUSE

'You have been listening

'to the songs
of Estrellita.

'This is...'

Hello.

Hello.

The show was great
tonight, Susan.

No-one would ever guess

the new introduction would
really be a commercial.

Sure. My having
to knock myself
out later

rushing
through Estrellita
to finish on time

doesn't matter,
just as l...

Oh, what difference
does it make?

Hungry? Mollie's
been waiting up.

No, I'm not hungry.

I was just asking.

There's something
I want to talk over
with you,

only I don't mean
talk over.

I mean tell you.

There's been something
on your mind

since you got back
from New Orleans.

I'm glad you feel
like talking about it.

It may help you.

I don't want any help,

and I don't intend
to talk it over.

It's just something I've
decided to tell you,

and I'm going
to tell you.

I'm tired...

Tired of everything
and everybody,

and I'm through.
I'm through for good.

I'm glad you've decided
to take a rest.

You've been
working too hard.

We can go away
someplace.

You're the biggest fool
I ever met.

You don't know
what I'm talking about.

Get some sleep, Susan.
You're very tired.

What makes you think
you know everything?

I don't think
I know everything.

Just because you
and Mr Luke Jordan...

Is that
what's bothering you?

I don't mean anything
to Luke Jordan,

and there's no reason
why I should.

He doesn't owe me
a thing.

But I do, don't I?

You made me what I am,
didn't you?

I don't think you did.

I'd have been Estrellita

or something
much greater

if I'd never met you.

I'm sure you would.

Suppose you did
make me Estrellita.

Suppose
tomorrow morning

there wasn't
any Estrellita.

Suppose I decided
to do something
by myself.

Suppose I...

Stop it, Susan!

DOOR SLAMS

Susan.

Susan.

GUNSHOT

Miss Susan!

< Miss Susan!

Come in, Mollie.

I thought
I heard a shot.

Why, what happened?

A gun.

Did Miss Caldwell
try to...?

This is
Miss Washburn.

Can I speak
to Dr Ferris?
Please.

Shouldn't we try
to do something,
Miss Marian?

I'll take care
of everything.

Yes, Miss Marian.

Hello. Dr Ferris,
this is Marian Washburn.

There's...

Miss Caldwell
has just been shot.

Can you come right up?

We're on the 18th floor,
you know.

No, I won't touch
a thing. I promise.

Thank you.

The doctor will be up
in a couple of minutes.

But how did it happen?
How could...

Have the doctor come up
as soon as he gets here.

Yes, Miss Marian.

Well?

Well, she's still alive.

We have to get her
to a hospital at once.

El Dorado 59098.

What happened?

This is an emergency,

and I'll have to make
an official report.

It's my duty.

Hello.
This is Dr Ferris.

Send an ambulance
to 880 Park Avenue.

Right away.

Miss Washburn's
apartment. Thank you.

Isn't there something
you could do right away?

I'm not sure
that even at the hospital...

The bullet is very close
to her heart.

This is Miss Washburn.

Will you please get me
police headquarters?

DOORBELL RINGS

I'm Lieutenant Benson.

Miss Washburn.

What's happened?

There's been
a shooting.
I did it.

You'll find her
in her room
upstairs.

There's a doctor
with her.

Take a look.

Right.

Right after she came home
from her broadcast...

Who?

Miss Caldwell. Estrellita,
the radio singer.

Susan Caldwell
is her real name.

Tonight we started...

I've got to warn
and advise you.

Anything you say
can be held against you.

I have nothing
to conceal.

Right after it happens,
you can't shut them up.

Three days later,
they get a lawyer,

and you can't
get a word out of them.

Doc says she's got to
get to the hospital.

Matter of life and death.
Probably death.

OK. I'll have to take you
to the police station.

I'm ready.

I just have to
get my coat.

All right.

Only about that coat -

sometimes
they got a bathroom

where they go for the coat.

DOORBELL RINGS

And they get an idea

about poison
or a razor, maybe.

Mind if I go with you?

Not at all.

Hello, Inspector.

Miss Washburn?

Yes.
I'm Miss Washburn.

Mollie, will you
get my coat, please?

I'm Inspector Fowler.

What's the dope,
Harry?

She was just going
to tell me.

Said she shot a woman.
Name of Caldwell.

The doctor's
up there with her.

She's breathing,
but it looks pretty serious.

As long as you're here,

I'll go up
and give Fitz a hand.

Right.

Am I under arrest?

At the police station
you'll be booked,

probably on a charge
of felonious assault.

Of course, if Miss Caldwell
should die,

the charge is homicide.

You'll be allowed

to make three calls
from the station house.

The officer in charge
or myself

will make them for you.

One will be
to your lawyer.

You can decide now
on the other two.

I don't want a lawyer.

Miss Washburn.

We better be
getting along.

You're the doctor.

No. The inspector.

That's not funny.

It never is
when there's been
a shooting.

If the Lord wanted
a bullet in you,

you'd have been born
with one.

You're sure
you don't want
to call your lawyer?

No. Just the one call.

I always turn philosophical
about this time of night.

Lieutenant,
how do you decide

whether people are telling
the truth or not?

Simple,
the way I look at it.

The minute
anybody's arrested,

he's a liar unless
he's pleading guilty.

Well, she's pleading guilty.

Give me the phone.

Yeah.

PIANO PLAYS

Come, come, now,
Mr Jordan.

You don't mean
you can't identify
the passage?

I can identify it,

but I've decided to wait.

Every time I identify
anything right away,

Mr Harris
and Mr Pierson here say

that's what they
were about to identify.

You have no idea
what that music is,

have you? Gentlemen?

That's exactly
what I was going to say.

No idea.

Me, too.

That's better.

It's from act one
of Wagner's Die Walkure.

It's the orchestral passage

in the middle section
of Sigmund's Love Song.

Correct.

APPLAUSE How do you do it?

I don't know.
Genius, would you say?

I might not,
but you would.

Just to throw people
off the track, perhaps.

Tonight
our board of experts
has held our losses

to two
snap-a-lens cameras

and two
Medalgo projectors.

Next week,
in addition to
our regular experts,

Mr Harris
and Mr Pierson,

we will again
have the privilege

of having as our guest
Mr Luke Jordan,

celebrated composer,
concert pianist, wit,

and, er,
all-around gadfly.

What's the matter,
Tommy?

You're to call this number,
Mr Jordan.

Very important, they said.

It's a police station -

the Manhattan East
precinct.

What have I done
now?

Here, here.

It's not going to get you
anyplace at all

to carry on like this.

You can't see Miss Washburn,
and that's that.

What's the idea
of telling me
where she is

and not letting me
see her?

If you weren't
out of your mind,
I'd lock you up.

That's an idea.
Lock me up.

You're way off base,
smarty-pants.

There's
a whole different tier

and a whole
different wing

for the women prisoners.

Here!

OK.

Give him his number,
Charlie.

Port Washington 8721.

Hello. Matthews?

I'd like to speak
to Mr Matthews, please.

I don't care
whether he's retired.

This is Luke Jordan.

I've got to talk
to Mr Matthews.

Never mind your orders.

Wake him up.
He'll talk to me.

I've got to talk
to Mr Matthews!

They hung up.

What do you know.

You don't seem to be
in charge of everything
tonight, do you?

Where can I
get a cab?

On the street,
very likely.

We used to have
a collection in here,

all ready
for passengers,

but it got
in the way of business.

I warn you,
Mr Jordan,

I'll be compelled
to send
for the police.

Mr Matthews is not
to be disturbed.

There were to be
no exceptions.

There's already been
an exception.

I'm it.

Mr Jordan, sir,
I'm an old man,

but I intend to do
my best to prevent you...

It's all right,
Harold.

I'm coming down.

I'm sorry to disturb you,
like this, Brook,

but it's
terribly important.

It better be.

You can go to bed
now, Harold.

Thank you, Mr Matthews.

What's this
all about, Luke?

I wish
I could tell you
some other way,

but I can't.

Susan was shot
tonight.

Susan was...
What's that?

I went
to the police station,

but I couldn't
find out much.

They've locked up
Marian.

She says
she tried to kill Susan.

I called you right away,

but that
bird-brain butler...

Never mind.
What about Susan?

She's not...
She's not dead?

No. But there's
no telling.

Nobody's allowed
to see her.

Well, help yourself.

Marian's being
very stubborn.

Says she doesn't
want a lawyer.

That's
why I came here.

You'll
be her lawyer.

Tomorrow you'll
let the district
attorney know

you're handling
the case.

I see no reason
to be involved with Susan.

When a man asks a woman
to marry him,

that gets him involved
with what happens to her.

No?

Susan let me know

the day after
she got back
from New Orleans

that she decided
not to marry me.

I know about that.

I can't figure it out

any more than you can,

but you're one
of the best lawyers
in New York,

and you're going
to represent Marian.

While Mother was alive,

it was impossible
for me to marry Susan.

And I'm beginning to think

she wouldn't
have married me

even if Mother hadn't...

It's completely
out of the question

for me to get mixed up
in this matter.

You'll be mixed up
in it,

but you have a choice

as to whether you want
to be Marian's lawyer -

which is natural enough,

your being a friend
of hers and Susan's -

or summoned
by the prosecution
as a witness.

I still can't believe it.

They always seemed
to be such close friends.

I'm surprised
you didn't recognise

what an odd friendship
that was.

Marian's regular
and genuine, and...

well, a lot of things
Susan isn't.

That's all right
to say, isn't it?

You did say you were
through with her.

That's no reason
for being so...

So realistic
about Susan.

Realistic's the word
for Susan, all right.

It's been quite a night,
hasn't it, Luke?

Just say I've
persuaded you
to represent Marian.

Thanks a lot.

I'm going
to get some sleep.

You better
do the same.

Wait a minute.
I'll let you out.

Why do you think

Marian told the police
she tried to kill Susan?

Maybe because she did
try to kill Susan.

Could be.

Except
for one other thing.

Couldn't be.
Not a chance in the world.

I'm sure you realise,
Mr Matthews,

the District
Attorney's office
would be obliged

to oppose bail
for Miss Washburn

in every possible way.

She's not going
to run away.

We're apt
to have a phone call

that can change
this charge to homicide.

It's because
we're holding her
on a short affidavit

that I've consented
to the presence
of Mr Jordan.

I recognise
your courtesy.

If it weren't for me,

you'd be applying
lighted cigarettes
to her feet.

Please
take it easy, Luke.

Miss Washburn,

Mr Matthews says
you've decided to
give your version.

< That is not
exactly correct.

I've advised Miss Washburn
not to make any statement.

It's not
in her interests.

Shall I go ahead,
Mr Roberts?

Please.

Susan got back
to the apartment

about the same time
as usual

after her broadcast
last night,

and, well...

We got into
a bit of an argument.

About what?

I advise you again

you're under
no obligation

to answer any
of Mr Roberts' questions.

She said she was
going to quit for good,

then she went
to her room.

It didn't take me long
to make up my mind

to tell her
how things stood.

I saw no reason to take
any more of her nonsense...

Susan.

Susan.

I want
to talk to you.

I'm sorry
if I upset you.

We can talk
about it tomorrow...

We're talking
about it now.

I want you
to get this straight.

You're not
giving up your career.

I'm not important enough

to talk about
giving up my career.

I'm just tired and...

You're not going to quit.

You're not just
yourself alone.
You're me, too.

Marian, if it weren't
for you and Luke...

That's why
it's been so hard...

I'd have given up being
Estrellita long ago,

gotten married maybe,

or gone back to selling
perfumes at Norman's...

Everything I had
or could have had
went into creating you.

You're myself,
the way I wanted to be.

What will happen
to me if you quit?

It's my life
as much as yours.

I'm not letting you
give it up.

I've made up my mind.
I'm really quitting.

You're not!

There's nothing else
for me to do.

You're right about
your life being my life.

I've never had
a life of my own.

It's time I started one.

I'm warning you
for the last time.

Maybe I can make you
change your mind!

No!

GUNSHOT

Mollie heard the shot.

Then she came
rushing in.

I called Dr Ferris,
then I called the police.

Thank you very much,
Miss Washburn.

You see, she was me.

I couldn't let her quit.

Very straightforward
story.

Except it's
complete nonsense

from beginning to end.

If I'm allowed
to express an opinion,

begging your highness'
pardon, Mr Roberts.

Where did you
get that revolver?

It's a German Luger.

When I was in France
in 1944 with Susan,

a soldier insisted
upon giving it to me

as a souvenir.

That soldier
had a name?

I never knew his name.

It was at a canteen.

We played gin rummy.

That was the last
I saw of him.

You've been
very cooperative.

As I understand it,
Mr Matthews,

this is Miss
Washburn's story.

It's a matter of record
and general knowledge

that Miss Washburn
possessed a voice

of considerable
quality once.

She was becoming
very successful

when she lost
that voice.

Then she met
Miss Caldwell,

helped her a great deal.

Miss Caldwell
was ungrateful...

I didn't say that.

She just wanted
to stop singing.

You wanted to stop
her from stopping.

I wouldn't let her.
I couldn't.

It would
have been my suicide.

What are you hiding?

Why not tell the truth?

I am.

I'm going
downtown now.

May I drop you
anywhere,
Mr Matthews?

I haven't finished talking
to Miss Washburn.

Marian, won't you...

Will you stop it!

We better go,
Mr Jordan.

When Matthews
finishes with Washburn,

have the matron
put her in her cell.

Yes, Inspector.

Take that ice
off her fingers.

She didn't
drop in for tea.

She's under arrest.

Inspector, mind if
I ask a question?

Couldn't you sense
that story wasn't
on the level?

I did think
it was a little pat,

but you'd be
surprised how often
the truth is pat.

When you've been
on the police force
as long as I have,

you don't get a chance
to do much sensing.

I'm not talking
about intuition.

I watched you
as she spoke.

You were bewildered.

The person and the story
just don't fit.

She did lose me
at times.

Estrellita don't
live her own life,

she lives Miss
Washburn's, too.

Miss Washburn wanted
to stop her from
committing suicide,

so she shot her, not
herself, but Estrellita,

because...

I'll admit
I've heard stories

that make
less sense than that,

and yet, they're true.

Yeah.

What are you doing
for lunch?

Eating.

How about lunch

at the direct expense
of a taxpayer?

I'd like
to show someone

Marian couldn't
have done it.

I promise to eat slow.

I'll have to be
honest with you.

It's not going
to be hard

for Roberts
to show a jury

why Miss Washburn...

He'll simply point out

she was afraid
she'd lose her meal ticket.

That's a fear
most people recognise

because they've
got it themselves.

Marian never regarded
Susan as a meal ticket.

Could be.

But a meal ticket
don't have to be looked on

as a meal ticket...

To be a meal ticket.

I've known Marian
for a long time.

We started out
together.

I was a piano player
and song plugger.

There was this place

where I played
for meals and a room.

Marian used
to sing there.

# Let him tarry

# Let him sink
or let him swim

# He doesn't
care for me

# Nor I don't
care for him

# He can go
and get another

# That I hope
he will enjoy

# For I'm
going to marry

# A far nicer boy

# He can go to

# His own mother

# And set
her mind at ease

# I hear she is
a cross old woman

# Very hard to please

# If slighting me
and talking ill

# Is what
she's always done

# Because I was courting

# Her great big ugly son

# Let him go,
let him tarry

# Let him sink
or let him swim

# He doesn't care for me

# Nor I don't
care for him

# He can go
and get another

# That I hope
he will enjoy

# For I'm
going to marry

# A far nicer boy! #

Eat?

That's why
I was singing.

That's why
I was playing.

One day you'll be
singing that song
on Broadway.

I'll be walking
outside the theatre.

Picketing?

I won't be able
to afford a ticket.

You can wait
in my dressing room.

I'll let you
get rid of the people
after my autograph.

Make way
for Miss Washburn.

Then I'll let you
pinch me so I'll wake up.

Ow!

Nothing like
a good rehearsal.

Got a little
more time?

As long as they
don't run out
of coffee.

Miss?

Bring some
more coffee

and keep on
bringing coffee.

Marian never
got to be a star,

but she
would've been.

She'd been featured
in some musicals.

She was a year away.

I know...

Sorry.

I know what
I'm talking about.

I used to play
the piano for her.

And then suddenly
one night...

What happened?

I was in
her dressing room...

Lie down, Marian.

What's
the matter?

Try to get doc Calvin.

What happened?

Oh, Luke...

I was almost
finished my number...

You're not to talk.

She suddenly
lost her voice,

middle of the chorus.

I didn't really
lose my voice.

It just didn't sound
like her voice.

It's hard to explain.

She probably
needs a nice rest.

I've got the queerest
feeling, like...

Marian.

She mustn't talk.

Keep quiet.

That means you
don't say a word,
understand?

When you
get your voice back,

you can tell me
all about it.

I understand.

I'm being very silly,
aren't I?

You say another word,
and I'll slug you.

You're sweet.

Five will get you ten

you don't even miss
tomorrow night's show.

But she did miss
the next night's show.

They used
an understudy a while

but finally
had to close.

That's how good
she was.

What was the matter?

First they thought
it was just plain
laryngitis.

Then they found out

it was some rare
type of laryngitis

none of the doctors
knew anything about.

Good coffee.

It was months
before they let her
use her voice.

Then, I guess
a year later,

she started
singing again.

Privately.

Finally she went
to Paul Camilli,

her teacher's
studio,

for a professional
opinion.

She knew he'd
give it to her
straight.

Well,
what about it?

What about it,
Paul?

You tell me.

# I'm just a woman
that loved a man

# But our house of love
was built on sand

# While it lasted,
ah, it was grand... #

OK, Paul.

That's the way
I used to sing.

Turn it off!

There's really nothing
wrong with your voice...

Except that there's
just no voice.

Come on, Luke.

If you'd like
to keep on working,

I could
clear some time.

No, thank you.

Just a minute.

What is it, Luke?

Why did
you do that?

I thought
I'd feel better.

Be seeing you,
Professor.

Don't take
any fake grace notes.

You can still get
a lot of parts.

Not the kind I want.
I want to sing.

HE WHISTLES

If I can't sing
the way I want to,

even the way I used to,

I don't want
to sing at all.

There are other things.

Like what?

I could open
a book shop

or hat store, or...

I could get married.

You sure could.

Remind me
to talk to you

about that
very subject.

Are you proposing to me?

No.

HE WHISTLES

Afraid I'll accept?

Afraid you won't.

Now that we know
we're both safe,

how about having
dinner at my place?

After I stop at
the rehearsal hall,
try out some people.

Want to come along? Sure.

HE WHISTLES

LUKE:
I've always wondered
what would have happened

if I hadn't
persuaded Marian

to drop in
at that rehearsal.

There was no way of knowing
what we would run into

after I tried out
a lot of talent

that didn't have any.

Luke.

Luke,
she's fainted.

Looks like.

Hello.

I won a bet.

They don't say,
"Where am I?"

You think I fainted?

Here, let me
help you.

Sit down over here
and rest a bit.

My girlfriend
over in handbags,

she told me
this would happen -

a person
not eating for weeks,

only a cup of coffee
in the morning.

I just did a tap dance
for Mr Archer.

Guess that did it.
No strength.

He said
I couldn't dance.

Trying out
for the show?

I work at Norman's.
Perfumes.

Luke, get a cab,
please.

Don't I always?

I can't
ever remember

eating two plates
of soup before.

You can still
change your mind

and have some milk.

No, thanks.

This is what I'd like
if I had an apartment -

an imitation fireplace
with a gas log.

Makes things homey.

Susie, mind if I
ask you a question?

No. Go right ahead. >

What you were saying
in the rehearsal hall

about not eating
for weeks -

what's the idea,

a diet,
an election bet?

No money.

Don't they pay you
pretty well at Norman's?

Well, I think so.

It's none
of your business.

Maybe she's
sending money home.

No. Ever since
I came to New York,

I've wanted to see
this fortune teller.

- $100 a visit.
- What?

So, I saved up.

How was I to know
he really can't
tell much

in less than
three visits?

You're on your feet
all day.

You go without food
for weeks

to pay a fortune teller
$100 a visit?

No sense going
except to the best.

Since you came
to New York...

where are you from?

Azusa.

Azusa, California.

Azusa?

It's a made-up word.

Different letters,
they put them together.

Everything
from A to Z. USA.

Azusa.

I still don't get it.

What does the USA
stand for?

United States of America.

Everybody knows that.

LUKE: Ohh.

United States
of America.

How did you happen
to come to New York?

I thought I'd get
a job in a show.

To tell you
the truth,

there was
a little scandal
back in Azusa.

Mrs Burgell
offered me money
to come to New York.

Oh, a little scandal.

Tell us about it.

There wasn't
much to it.

Mrs Burgell wanted
to get me away

from that crazy
husband of hers.

That was all, huh?

She was
out of her mind -

as if I'd have
anything to do

with a man
twice my age.

Why, he was 36.

I thought
she was joking

- when she said he'd asked
for a divorce. Wouldn't you?
- Well, I...

Working in a cafe,

you have
regular customers

that drop in
for laughs.

How was I to know

Mr Burgell would
ask Mrs Burgell
for a divorce?

Mr Burgell's
the richest man
there.

Smudge pots
and pest control.

It's got to be true.

Nobody could invent that.

Smudge pots
and pest control.

You're not
the least bit funny.

He don't bother me.

You think
you're so smart.

I bet you
don't understand

there wasn't a thing

between me
and Mr Burgell.

I apologise.

Apology accepted

and no offence taken,
I'm sure.

Thank you very much,
I'm sure.

Gladly.

I don't want to be
selling perfume
all my life.

Now I don't
see what else.

I didn't even ask
Mr Archer to listen
to me sing.

If I was that wrong
about my dancing...

You sing, too?

I just told you -
probably awful.

Don't you know?

I thought I knew.

Nobody sees things
in New York same
as in Azusa.

Sing us a song.

I play the piano.
I'll accompany you.

Anything popular
I can play for you.

Do you know Paradise?

Paradise. >

I should have guessed.
Just happens I do.

I'll take
some water first.

It clears your throat,
you know.

SHE GULPS

All clear?

Whenever you're ready.

Ahem.

# I'm just a woman
That loved a man

# But our house of love
Was built on sand

# While it lasted
Ah, it was grand

# My love

# We lived and loved
Our day is through

# But each night in dreams
It started anew

# He comes to me
Like he used to do

# My love

# And then he holds my hand

# Mm-mm mmm
mm-mmm mm-mmm

# And then I understand

# Mm-mm mmm
mm-mmm mm-mmm

# His eyes afire
with one desire

# Then a heavenly kiss

# Could I resist?

# And then he dims the light

# Mm-mm mmm
mm-mmm mm-mmm

# And then he holds me tight

# Mm-mm mm-mmm
mm-mmm mm-mmm

# Each kiss, each fond caress

# Will lead the way to happiness

# He takes me to paradise. #

Thank you.

Thank you.

She happened to have
one of those voices.

Of course, the range
wasn't more than
four or five notes,

but they
were the sort

that go
down your spine

and directly
into your heart.

I know
that's a detour,

but right
from the beginning,

you might say
she had A...

she had a voice
with hormones.

Marian knew
here was a voice

she had to do
something about.

That's all
it meant to her.

That's why
it doesn't fit -

her caring
about the money

or being jealous
of Susan's success.

Maybe she was jealous
of something else.

You mean
jealous of me?

To tell the truth,

I think she was
once or twice,

but she was wrong.

This Miss Caldwell's
room?

That's right.

I'm Luke Jordan,

an old friend
of Miss Caldwell's.

They told me
nobody was allowed,

but I thought
I'd talk to you.

Not a chance.

What's her condition?

She's been shot.

I know that.

So, that's her condition.

Thanks(!)

There's no-one allowed
to hang around here.

The waiting room
is down the hall.

There's another friend
of hers there.

Cup of tea, officer?

OK. A cup of tea.

That's the worst thing
about these jobs.

Chief, that room
marked "waiting room",

is that
the waiting room?

I beg your pardon.

I'm Luke Jordan.

They told me a friend
of Miss Caldwell's
was here.

Do you know her?

What about it?

I thought I knew
everyone she knew.

Seems you don't
know them all.

They told you anything
about her condition?

I'm waiting
to see the doctor myself,

and if anything
should happen to her,

I'll make it
my personal business

to stay in New York
until they send that...

Miss Marian Washburn
to the electric chair.

What makes you
so sure she did it?

Are you crazy?

Don't you
read the papers?

She confessed,
didn't she?

Do you know
Miss Washburn?

I met her in France
same time I met Susan.

Couple of weeks ago, Susan was
at the Third Army reunion,

and I saw her again.

So you're the soldier
she met at the canteen.

Any objections?

The guy
that goes around

giving away Lugers
as souvenirs.

I liberated that Luger.

I gave it to her.
That's my business.

You're getting
all worked up

for no reason
at all, Mr...

What did you say
your name was?

Lee Crenshaw,

and I don't aim
to tell you that
more than once.

What have you got
against Marian?

Isn't shooting Susan
enough?

I hope they hang her.

I got a notion,
Mr Crenshaw,

that before
you leave New York,

I'm going to poke you
in the nose.

Any time.

Any time.

A little less noise, please. >

This is a hospital. >

Yeah. I'm sorry,
Nurse.

I'll be seeing you,
Mr Crenshaw.

Any time.

Any time.

RADIO: 'On 49th Street

'between 8th
and 9th Avenues.'

Not on your day off.

A cop don't
have a day off.

Well,
his wife ought to.

Got your shoes off,
hmm?

Hmm. I kind of
had an idea...

Let's have it.

Why aren't we going
to the movies tonight?

A Mr Luke Jordan
wants to see me.

Maybe you'd like
to invite him for dinner.

It's about Estrellita,
the one on the radio.

Nearly got herself
killed last night.

I read the papers.

Even though my husband
knows all the secrets,

I can still
read the papers.

Got it all solved?

Mm-hm. It's your
Mr Luke Jordan.

Really?

Why?

Well, it couldn't
be Marian Washburn.

Why not?

Jim.

Oh, I forgot.

She confessed,
didn't she?

That automatically
eliminates her

according to those
detective stories, doesn't it?

What makes you think
it wasn't the butler?

They didn't
have a butler.

Hmm. Bright girl.

DOORBELL RINGS

That's the doorbell.

I know
it's the doorbell.

'Calling all cars.

'Calling all cars.'

I'm Luke Jordan.

Come in.
I'm Mrs Fowler.

< Hello, Jordan.

Sorry to break in
on a quiet afternoon.

When I called
the inspector's office,

they told me...

That's quite
all right.

This is simply
an extra office,

but with all
the comforts
of home.

He can't walk
around headquarters
in stocking feet.

Mrs Fowler
doesn't realise

that crime goes on
24 hours a day.

That's what my mother
told me about marriage,

only I found
it wasn't so.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Oh, about
Mr Lee Crenshaw...

How did you know
about Lee Crenshaw?

Why do you think

there's a policeman
outside her door?

Anybody inquiring,
we check.

Born in a little place

about 60 miles
from New Orleans,

Lafitte Parish.

Had an excellent
war record.

Been working
in a sporting goods shop.

The inspector
found that out

just on his day off
without leaving home.

Carrier pigeon.

By the way, you're
staying for dinner
if you like.

I'd like very much,

but I'm going to
keep on talking

until we stumble
on something

that will clear it up.

I've known
a long time

detective work
was stumbling.

How come you
to catch on?

Start in where you
left off at lunch.

At lunch?

We had lunch
together.

He told me how he
and Miss Washburn
met Estrellita.

Oh, he did,
did he?

All I know is that
when you got home

you ran out
of small talk
awfully quick.

Probably didn't
even have lunch.

Nothing except
how hot it was downtown

and...

how hot it was
downtown.

Go ahead,
Jordan.

Yeah.

Well, I've never
known anybody

work harder
than Marian did

trying to make
a star out of Susan.

She had to have
all the ambition

for both of them.

Susan was willing.

It wasn't hard
taking the notion

she'd be successful
and famous,

but she never tied it
to anything she had to do.

That's how
I became involved

more than
I might have.

Susan -
Estrellita, that is,

she fell in love
with you, is that it?

No, no.

Susan never fell in love
with anybody...

except Susan.

What I meant was
that from the beginning

Susan had to be...

she had to be courted.

You had to remind her

that she was going to be
a great star.

She'd keep complaining

she worked hard
all day at Norman's...

Norman's?

She sold
perfumes there.

I didn't know.

It was
in the papers.

Thank you very much.

I spent every minute
of her spare time with her.

Otherwise,
she'd make new friends

that took up
so much of her time

she wouldn't show up

for the lessons
Marian had arranged.

Marian had to show her
what to wear,

what to say,
what not to say.

That can be
pretty important,

knowing
what not to say.

I'll say.

So it didn't break my heart when Marian took Susan to Paris. >

What for?

You don't need a "what for"
to go to Paris.

She thought
it would give her

a kind of veneer
she needed.

I heard from Marian
now and then,

and then I didn't hear.

Then I got a letter.

She didn't say anything
about my coming to Paris,

but I thought
I ought to,

as quick as I could.

I got myself a job
on a tramp steamer.

They had
a three-piece orchestra -

piano, piano stool,
and piano player.

I was the piano player.

Au revoir, madame.

Entrez. >

Luke.

May I come in?

Oh, Luke.

I'm so glad
to see you.

When did you
get here?

About an hour ago.

How did you
get here?

Walked.

I came soon as
I got your letter

saying you were worried,
to come right over.

I didn't write you

that I wanted you
to come right over.

I know you didn't.

So this is Paris.

Paris, France.

Or that I was worried.

No, but you wrote me
two long letters

about how beautiful

the chestnut trees
were,

the Champs Elysees,

the Punch and Judy
shows,

and the lights
on the bridges at night,

and you never
said one word about Susan,

so I knew.

Whatever it is,
it can't be your fault.

Don't you realise
what we've done?

What I've done?

I've changed the whole
course of her life.

She would have been happy
the way things were.

She might have gone home.

To Azusa?

You mustn't
ever take people

and try making them
something they're not,

something to suit yourself,

something
you wanted to be.

Pretend they're marionettes.

Control them by wires.

Then they stop having
a life of their own.

Now I'm responsible
for her as long
as she lives, Luke.

Well,
I could argue that.

But in the meantime,
what really happened?

Well...

I haven't seen her for...

it'll be
six weeks tomorrow.

Did you fight?

No.

It's just that
one day she met a man.

This one sold Bata shoes
to the Arabs in Marrakech,

and he put ideas
into her head.

For instance?

He recommended her

to the manager
of a little opera company

leaving for North Africa.

She didn't believe
in all this study,

so she left.

Where is she now?

Some little place
in Algiers.

I got a card
from her yesterday.

All the beautiful clothes
I bought for her,

and they were so right,

and she left them
all behind.

She took what
she was wearing

and a red chiffon dress
she bought herself.

That's what you mind,
the red chiffon -

her following
her own taste.

I think she resented me
because she missed you.

I've told you
Susan doesn't
mean a thing to me.

You don't have to yell!

You don't hear
what I'm saying
unless I yell.

Correct me if I'm wrong,

you dropped everything,
didn't you, and came here

because you thought
she was in trouble.

All right.

I dropped everything
as soon as I figured
Susan was in trouble.

Let me have that card.

I'll bring her back.

I... I didn't mean
to holler at you.

I hollered at you.

You did, didn't you?

Here. I imagine
the sooner you go,
the better.

Can't I even stay
in Paris long enough

to get into a fight
with a waiter?

You have the most
wonderful way

of inviting
a girl to dinner.

I have, haven't I?

You know something?
I like Paris.

You never have trouble

finding somebody
to eat with.

I have to put on
my jacket and my hat.

A shoe salesman!

And I have to go
to Algiers.

CONVERSATIONS IN ARABIC

CONVERSATION INAUDIBLE

Bonjour, monsieur.

Bonjour.

Oh! American mister.
A table for you.

Thanks.

We got an American bar.

All kinds of cocktails.

Whiskey, scotch.

Just like Americans like.

I'll have a beer.

I'm looking
for a friend.

A girl named
Susan Caldwell.

Sure. Crazy American.
Kills all the people.

I get her.

Oh! Luke!

Oh, Luke, I'm so glad
to see you.

And I'm so glad
to see you.

Red chiffon
all right.

What?

Nothing.

Uh, OK.

Marian got
your card.

Well, I was wondering
how you got here.

What happened
to the opera company?

That was
the funniest thing.

After everything
this fellow told me,

there wasn't
any opera company.

He was a liar.

No opera company?!
Well, well.

That Mr La Salle
gave me the recommend
to the opera company.

The same fellow
that sold the shoes?

He won't be selling
anything for a long time.

A couple of the others
tried to talk to me, too.

I nearly broke
one of their arms.

I mean, one of them,
I nearly broke his arm.

What brings you here?

I didn't write Marian
right away

because she'd get me
right back to Paris.

I wanted a vacation.

A vacation from Paris?

That Marian, Luke.
You've got no idea.

What about that Marian?

She never let me alone.

Having me study French
was bad enough,

but when she started
talking about me
studying English...

Well, a person can take
just so much.

Yeah, a person
certainly can.

Well, if it
wasn't for you...

You'll never leave me,
will you?

Even if I get to be
successful. Promise?

I promise.

Marian's all alone
back in Paris.

I think it would be
just common decency
of you to...

I'll go back to Paris
if you say so

because around here,
if I never eat
raw sheep again, I...

Oh, Luke,
I'm so glad you came.

I take it
you mean that
as a compliment,

so thank you.

It's funny.
The minute the ship
leaves New York,

every place is full
of foreigners.

You don't say(?)
Makes it tough,
doesn't it?

Well, it's been going
on for a long time.

Wait a minute.

What's the matter?

That piano player,
if you'll pardon
the expression.

Five will get you ten
he's trying to play
Estrellita.

Oh...what's that? Huh? What's Estrellita?

Oh, yeah.
I forgot about you.

Maybe if you hear it
played right,

you'll recognise it.
Excuse me.

PIANIST STOPS PLAYING

Thank you.

# Tenderly whisper

# Dearest one, I love you so

# My heart is yours

# Alone

# Oh, lantern of night

# In the blue above

# Keep burning for me

# With the flame of love

# Till your light

# With dawn becomes

# An ember

# Tell him of my love

# Oh, gentle star

# And guide him back

# To me. #

That winds up
as good a ship's concert

as I've ever heard.

Don't you agree?
Sure you do.

Mother, would you
excuse me a moment?

Oh, by all means,
Brook.

Even onboard ship,

you know, it's a habit
Brook can't get away from.

He HAS to go
backstage.

I beg your pardon,
Miss Washburn.

I'm not sure
you remember me.

I once represented
a client

who invested in a show
you were in.

I had the pleasure...

Of course.
You're Mr Matthews.

This is Miss Caldwell
and Mr Jordan.

Mr Matthews.

How do you do?

Won't you sit down?

Chair, please.

I can't tell you

how much I enjoyed
your singing just now.

Thank you.

Thank you.

They say confession's
good for the soul.

I think
I should confess...

Luke,
are you sure?

That fact is
that we've been
expecting you...

hoping we could
expect you.

I don't blame you
for being confused.

See, we're a group
of conspirators,

and you're
our intended victim,

though really we'll
be doing you a favour.

I had no idea
you were so young,
Mr Matthews -

a distinguished
lawyer and scion
of an old family,

well, and everything
like that.

You see, Miss Caldwell's
our protegee,

and we chose this boat

because we thought

if you heard Susan sing
at the ship's concert...

Of course, the plot's
changed a bit now.

See, I was to go to
your table in a little while

and say,
"Mr Matthews,

"I'm not sure
that you remember me,

"but some years ago
I was in a show

"that was backed by
one of your clients."

Oh, dear. I can't imagine
any happier auspices

under which I could have
been chosen to be the...

Er, what is the word
I'm looking for?

Sucker?

Oh...

Frankly,
this is one ruse

I heartily
approve of.

If you were
one of a thousand
ambitious singers

attempting to get
an appointment with
anybody important...

I don't think
I'm as important
as all that.

Your firm
handles the estate

that owns Hallaway's
Hillside Inn,
that's all.

You'll find Susan just
an artist, pure and simple.

Absolutely no eye
for business.

We thought that
if you liked her,

she might have a chance

to get a professional
start singing there.

We do happen
to represent them.

Well, the only
question still open

is whose name will be
in bigger lights -

Hallaway's or Estrellita's?

I'm so glad you like
Susan, Mrs Matthews.

I confess
I can't remember

ever meeting anybody
quite like her before.

She's...well...

I hope you don't mind
my saying this -

she's somewhat of
a diamond in the rough,

wouldn't you say?

She's really wonderful.
And she's worked so hard.

You know, even
a natural voice like hers

requires hours and days

and weeks and months
of simple drudgery
to perfect.

Well...my son truly seems
to have a real gift

for recognising
theatrical talent.

You know, actually,
there are already
quite a few people

whom he has, well,
discovered, in a sense,
and helped along.

I try to encourage him
in this activity.

It gives him an interest
that I like...

..when it doesn't become
too serious.

Susan won't
be a problem
of any kind.

I'll see to that.

Well, I don't see
how it can hurt

tomorrow's most promising
song writer - that's me -

if he were to marry
an important musical
comedy actress.

Do you?

Oh, I think it would be
an ideal arrangement.

Mm-hm.

It certainly would.

Thank you
so very much.

I'll go to bed,
Brook.

Oh, of course,
Mother.

Goodnight.

Goodnight,
Mrs Matthews.

Goodnight. See
you in the morning.

Goodnight. Mother.

Goodnight.

Well, you're
doing all right.

I'm glad
you think so.

Next dance,
Miss Caldwell?

Sure.

Do you mind?

No, not at all.

I didn't know
that you intended
to marry Susan.

Who said I did?

You did. Huh?

Oh, that's right.
I did, didn't I?

What's the matter
with you?

Nothing.
Nothing at all.

Well,
there's something,

but I honestly
have no idea wh...

It can't be that
silly crack I made

about intending
to marry Susan.

It certainly can't.

That was just
for Mrs Matthews'
benefit.

I know. It's been
the long strain
of not being sure,

and suddenly
there's no question

that Susan's going
to make the grade.

You're tired,
that's all.

I am.

Indeed, I am.

Goodnight.

What do you think now,

knowing Marian and Susan
a little better?

Well, you're going
to have to do more

than prove that Miss Washburn's
a pretty nice person.

As for Estrellita...

Nice people,
now and then,

shoot other people
who aren't nice people.

Really, they do.

And they go to jail
for it, too.

Just a minute, Mollie.

You wouldn't know
of a secret passage
in the apartment?

I don't, Mrs Fowler.

I guess I've cased
all you can case

on the first visit.

That's to eliminate
fingerprints.

Is that a fact?

Nobody's to know
I've been here.

I may tell myself

but only at the proper
time - my time.

Yes, Mrs Fowler.
Here's your microscope.

Magnifying glass.

Your fingerprint
dusting powder,
and...

Oh, my melted wax.
Thank you.

In all the years
I've been on the police force...

I mean, Inspector Fowler,
if you want to get technical.

Haven't you a theory
of your own, Mollie?

Sure. I got a theory.

Miss Susan didn't do it.
Miss Marian didn't do it.

Nobody else
didn't do it, either.

Well,
somebody did it,

so it
narrows down

just to
one question -

who? Who did it?

That's what
I keep thinking.

You'll let me know

when you hear about
Miss Susan's condition?

Oh, certainly.

Would you mail this?
Don't need a stamp.

The hotel pays
when it gets back.

Miss Susan gave it
to me to mail

when she came back
from New Orleans.

The inspector
isn't to know about
these tests I made.

He won't,
not from me.

They aren't even
the last word
in scientific methods.

Why, in London or Paris,
well...

you mark my words,
Mollie,

when we get
to the bottom of this,

we're going to find
somebody incredibly
clever at the top.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Inspector Fowler?

Yes?

They'll be taking
Miss Caldwell
to her room shortly.

How is she?

The doctor
seems pleased.

There wouldn't be
any reason

to be pleased
or displeased
if Marian Washburn...

That'll do.

Susan had
a right to quit.

Nobody's going
to tell me...

You heard
the inspector.

No pictures till
I see the doctor.

How can one
picture hurt
anybody?

(Quiet!)

How does
it look?

I think
you'll be able

to talk to her
later today.

Later today.

That'll be
fine.

< Reach for the sky,

partner.

Hello.

I'll call you back.

I'll call you back.

Hello.

I just happened to be
in the neighbourhood.

Nobody just happens
to be in this
neighbourhood

unless you're
a bondsman.

What happened
about Estrellita?

It looks good.

Of course,
you can't tell.

Fine. Can't tell me,
you mean.

I happened to be
in the neighbourhood,

and I thought
I'd like you

to take me to lunch.

I wasn't figuring
on having lunch.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Mm-hm.

Come in.

Sorry about taking
so long,

but I had to wait.

They had to send out
for the ice cream

to make the
apple pie a la mode.

Mabel gave me
this message.

You can set
the tray down,
young man.

Figuring on
no lunch, eh?

What's the message,
Fred?

A fella called,

name of Luke Jordan.

Had to hang right up,

but said
it was important.

Says to come
to the furnace room

at the Central South
Hospital.

What are we
waiting for?

I've decided
to go, have I?

Why, of course.

I make more
decisions.

Hello,
Inspector.

Hello,
Mr Jordan.

What's going on here?

I have a mind to....

to have you
arrest this fella.

What for?

OK.

After you left
this morning,

we both saw
that Susan got
to her room OK.

For a hospital,

they keep their furnace
room awful dusty.

He wouldn't
leave me alone.

He kept
asking questions.

He kept
answering,
the dope.

Tell him what
you told me.

I didn't say anything
I didn't say before.

< About the revolver.

He asked me again
if I gave it to her.

I said sure.

How was I to know
"her" meant
Marian Washburn?

I meant Susan.
She's "her" too.

Did you give
Miss Caldwell
that revolver?

I must be
going nuts.

It was in the paper.

What difference
does it make?
I liberated it.

If you think
you can do anything

to a GI who
liberates things...

That's not the point.

Then what is?

He doesn't see it.

It's not
that important.

That's what I've been saying. >

As long as she shot her!

Which her?

It doesn't help
in her particular case.

Nothing helps,
particular
or unparticular.

She's going
to jail.

Shut up.

Do you think you'll hear
about Susan by 6.00?

That's what
the doctor said.

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

but the phrasing
of that joke is,

"That's what
the doctor ordered!"

We'll try this
again.

Any time.

Any time.

You may come in now,
gentlemen.

Hello, Brook. Hello, Susan.

This gentleman
is Mr Roberts.

He's the assistant
district attorney.

Miss Caldwell.

If you'd make it as
brief as possible...

Just be a minute,
Doctor.

What really happened
on the night of the 22nd,

Miss Caldwell?

Do you remember
how you came to wake up

to find yourself here
in the hospital?

I came home
after the broadcast,

and I finally managed
to tell Marian that...

That's Marian Washburn,
you know.

Yes, Miss Caldwell.

I told Marian
that I wasn't continuing
with my career.

Well, Marian went
into a rage,

and then
she tried to...

to...

I'm so tired.

I'm afraid that
will have to be all.

We can return later
for the details.

Mr Roberts, I'd like to ask
the doctor a question.

Go ahead.

You haven't talked to
Miss Caldwell about this?

Certainly not. Has anyone else?

Nobody else has
been in that room,
right, Officer?

Right, Doctor.

If you'll
excuse me...

I must be
on my way.
Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Mr Matthews. >

Yes?

Did Miss Caldwell
have anything to say?

Did Susan
tell the truth?

She told the story
Marian did.

Impossible!

It's time
you faced facts.

You know she
didn't do it.

I guess so,

but if you'd heard
what Susan said...

I've heard
Susan.

You just...

Goodnight,
Inspector Fowler.

Luke.

Come to the house
and have a bite to eat.

I'll have Mary
clean that coat...

if you're through with
furnaces for the day.

They can't send an
innocent person to jail.

You're not innocent if
a jury says you're guilty.

He always says that.

It's enough
to drive you crazy.

Thank you.

I'm going
to see Marian.

I'll make her
tell the truth.

That's the spirit.
While you're out,

would you mail
that key?

What's that?

It's a hotel key.

They pay when
they get it back.

I'll call you
when I've seen her.

What's that key?

Where's Lafitte Parish,
Louisiana, Jim?

Louisiana. Why?

What about
Lafitte Parish?

Isn't that where
Crenshaw comes from?

Yes.

What about
Lafitte Parish?

Miss Washburn's
maid Mollie,

she's Miss Caldwell's
maid, too,

she gave it to me
to mail.

Gave you what
to mail?

The key, Jim.

That's what we've been
talking about, remember?

It seems there was
this Marian Washburn,

only she lost her voice.

Then she met
this girl from Azusa -
Susan Caldwell.

She and Luke Jordan
met her.

I'll tell you later
who Luke Jordan is.

How did the maid
get the key?

Miss Caldwell gave
it to her to mail

when she got back
from New Orleans.

Only Miss Caldwell
isn't the one
who lost her voice.

Hold it.

Lafitte, 60 miles
from New Orleans.

I wonder, Mrs Fowler,

I wonder if
I may be permitted

to use my own phone.

Strictly business,
I assure you.

My office.

My downtown office,
that is.

Inspector Fowler,
please.

I could get you
committed.

You're Inspector Fowler.

Hello.

Inspector Fowler.

What about that
Louisiana call, Morgan?

What?

Keep on trying.

They get a busy
number in Lafitte.

How could there be
a busy number
in Lafitte?

DOORBELL RINGS

Don't tell me you
saw Miss Washburn
already?

I was about to drop
this key in the mailbox

when I looked at it.

I got
the same idea.

I phoned
in the drugstore.

That's why
the line was busy.

You weren't calling
the drugstore.

I was calling
the Lafitte sheriff,
so was he.

Weren't you?

I think we have
a visit to make.

We certainly have.

Me, too.

I'll tell Matthews
to meet us.

I've done that.

You don't mind if
Mr Matthews joins us?

No. Have all your
friends if you like.

Aha!

I knew it.

Somebody read her
the papers.

That's how she knew
what story to tell.

And in this case
that somebody,

I repeat,
that somebody...

that somebody
is the nurse.

Well, I...I
never thought...

You can
say that again!

I'll take over now,

if you don't mind.

Now that I've
cracked the case.

Is it all right

if we spend a few more
minutes with Miss Caldwell?

If helping to get
at the real facts

will make her
feel better,

I think it might be
very sound therapy.

You see, Brook,

they gave me
all those pills to sleep.

When I awoke
and the nurse told me,

I must have
taken it for granted.

I didn't know
what I was doing.

About this report
we got from
Lafitte Parish...

Where was I?

In Lafitte Parish,
Louisiana,

getting married
to Mr Lee Crenshaw.

She's explained
that, Luke.

I know what
Luke means, Brook.

I have explained it.

But even I will never
understand it, never.

Oh, if...if only
you'd been there

the way you are now, Brook.

Those two Sazeracs
before dinner

and that 20-year-old
rum they make

right in their own
back yard.

What really happened
between you and Marian?

< What happened?

Go ahead, Suse.

You're right, Brook.

I've got to tell.

I owe it to...

someone.

That's right.

To Marian.

I guess I was
kind of out of control

after I left Marian
in the living room.

No matter
how hard I tried,

I simply couldn't get
my being married to Lee

out of my mind.

How I ever could...

I was so much
in love with you, Brook.

I couldn't think
of anything else,

particularly
once I got to my room.

KNOCK ON DOOR

< Susan.

KNOCKING

< Susan?

I'm tired. >

I know.

I've said everything
I want to say.

Please leave me alone.

What's wrong, Susan?

If we talk it over,
you'll probably find

it really isn't as
important as you think.

You'll probably be able
to laugh it off.

There are some
things you can't
laugh off.

Is it anything
I've done?

I don't want to talk
about it any more.

Very well, we won't
talk about it any more.

Susan.

I'm going downstairs
to get a glass of milk.

Would you like one? No, thank you.

I want you
to get out of here.

I need sleep.
I must look...

What are you doing
with this revolver?

I don't understand. You don't have to under...

Get out of here!

You've been
running my life

for as long as I can remember. Give it to me!

Get out of here!

Get out!

Give it to me!

GUNSHOT

I've heard
all I need.

I'll have
the charge withdrawn,

Miss Washburn released.

I don't want to seem immodest,
but you're all very lucky

that I took an interest
in this case.

The next time you feel
like reading to a patient,

try the encyclopaedia.

Why didn't you
tell us this before?

Didn't it occur to
you that Marian...

She explained that.

When the nurse
read Susan
the newspapers,

she knew
Marian must have
some reason

for the story
she told.

She was waiting
for a chance
to see Marian

before she
divulged what
really happened.

Oh.

I apologise, Susan.
Please forgive me.

And don't worry.
The worst that'll happen,

they'll pay you a thousand
a week more next season.

Come on, Mary.

So nice to have met you,

Mrs Crenshaw.

The nurse will give you
some medicine.

A good night's sleep,

and you'll be perfectly
OK in the morning.

Thank you very much, Doctor.

I guess...

Don't go, not for a moment, Brook,

please.

Well, I...don't know.

A few minutes
won't matter.

I've really been
dreadful,

haven't I, Brook?

Everything's fine.
Thank you, Lieutenant.

Good luck.

I don't mean you,
Mr Jordan.

You've been a headache.

You make me very
happy, Lieutenant.

Come on, you.

Luke.

No cabs.

Do you suppose
I'm allergic to cabs?

Don't think
you'll get off

without a few
words from me
about your behaviour,

Miss Washburn,
because you're not.

You're
completely crazy.

Not just slap happy
or slightly barmy,
you're crazy.

CAR DRIVES BY

Cab!

That's the funny
thing about cabs.

You wait and wait,

finally an empty
one shows up,

and there's somebody
in it.

May I tell you
something?

I've been asking
you to for days.

I'm not sure
I'm the heroine

I've tried to make
myself out to be

because something tells me
in a couple of days

I might have
told the truth,

for jail can be
very unattractive.

Unless you're trying
to finish your novel...

what do you say we
don't try to get a cab?

We just walk,

up and down both sides
of Madison Avenue
window shopping?

Now you're
being crazy.

Good. That was
a test question.

It's supposed
to be romantic,

window shopping
on Madison Avenue,
but it's not.

You get fallen arches.
Cab!

Come on.

Jut a minute, Luke.

We won't stop anywhere
for any rehearsals, right?

Right.

And if we see
anybody faint,

she stays fainted,
right?

Right. And another thing...

there's no law against
being romantic in a cab,
is there?

Are you proposing to me?

In you go.

Once around Central Park,
driver.

Very slowly.