All language subtitles for Private Hell 36 (1954)

"The crime: murder. The motive: money."

"$300,000 which never reached
the bank's night depository."

"The place: New York city."

"The killer and the money vanished.
A slick, cold-blooded job."

"Not until a year later in the city of Los
Angeles did the case come alive again."

"Detective Sergeant Calvin Bruner."

"Working on a robbery detail,
Los Angeles Police Department."

"Checked off duty for the night."

"He was on the way home when his
trained eyes and ears stopped him."

This is a Police officer. Come out
in the open... with your hands up.

I said come out in the open.

Alright, don't shoot...
don't shoot.

Drop that gun.

Now come over here.

Keep your hands...

Robbery Division. Farnham speaking.

What did you say his
name was again, ma'am?

Yes ma'am, we have your
husband on a robbery charge.

No, he's not receiving visitors
tonight. Call in tomorrow.

What are you doing here?

I was on my home and
going by this Drug Store.

I saw this character and a pal
of his... taking over the joint.

Sit down.

Cal, you feel alright?
─ Yeah, sure. Never felt better.

Get everything out of your pockets.
Put it on the desk here.

I thought you had a date.
─ Huh? That's right, I did, didn't I.

Well, I guess I'm going to be late.

This is one of the guys from
the Drug Store, Lieutenant.

The other is on his way to the morgue.
─ Alright.

Proofs of honest toil, no doubt.

Anything wrong, Lieutenant?

Charlie Bowman got it.

I don't feel so good.
─ Shut up.

Where'd it happen?

Boyle heights, a couple of hours ago.
He tried to break up a gang fight.

Does his wife know about it?
─ Yep.

I had the pleasure of telling her.
─ That was too bad.

Get me a doctor, will you?
─ Shut up!

I'm glad I go the other creep anyway.

Look, why don't you go ahead
and wash up. I'll book him.

Sure you don't mind?
─ No. Go on.

Okay, see you in the locker room.

Alright... start telling the
Lieutenant your life story.

Look, honest, I got the shakes.

Get me a doctor, will you?
─ Never mind that. What's your name?

Evney Serovitch.

Where do you live?

I'm a transient.
─ Who was your partner?

I could do with something now.

You know, some people can remember...

Faces but can't remember names.
Sometimes I remember both. It's a gift.

The last time you paid us a
visit, it was Jake Lamont.

You've lost some weight
since then. Business bad?

My name is Evney Serovitch.

Where did you get the roll?

I took it off the guy
that runs the Drug Store.

$50. You know,
he's an old money-pusher.

That could be counterfeit,
or it might be hot.

I'll check it with Stimson.
He's all yours.

Let's go.

You ought to know the way by now.

Come on.

How do you like that?
Look at that.

When did I get this suit?
When was it? Yesterday.

That miserable creep.

A good thing it didn't go through you.
─ Yeah.

Frank Lubin out late
tonight next to Bowman.

Only yesterday Bowman was telling me that
he'd made his last payment on his car.

That's something, isn't it?

Stop taking it so hard.
He wasn't your brother.

Nope.

Just a nice guy.

A dame I know gets me
this stuff wholesale.

"Old Oak"... not too bad, huh?
─ It stinks.

I tell you one thing.

I'd rather be Bowman any day, than
alive and pushing a desk like Lubin.

Lubin doesn't catch any
slugs where he's sitting.

Catch? It's all in a day's work.

Just can't afford to make a mistake.

That's right.

Bowman probably got a
little careless, that's all.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen
to Francie and the kid if I got careless.

Ah, knock it off, Jack.

I can't afford to lose you.

You think you can find time
to go to Bowman's funeral?

Oh yeah, sure. Maybe I'll
wear my new grey suit.

Oh yes, he'll love that.

Sometimes I wonder
why we go steady.

Because I'm irresistible.

What am I going to
tell Daisy this time?

Tell her, sorry but you had to shoot a
man. If she loves you, she'll understand.

"Bruner... Farnham"

"See Captain Michaels
before you leave."

That ties it.
─ I wonder what the old man wants now.

He probably wants you
to take over his job.

Yes, sir. There was a $50 bill
in what they took alright.

You're sure about that?
─ Yes, sir.

Pah!

Tom, I think it's his bedtime.

I'll just keep the toys here.

Now Mr Mays,
I hate to bother you.

You see we have to know
where you got this $50 bill.

Can you remember?
─ Yes, sir. I remember.

A customer, a man I'd seen several
times before came in tonight.

Tonight?
─ Yes, sir.

I was just getting ready to close up.

Anyway,
he seemed to be in some pain.

So I filled a couple of Doctor's
prescriptions for him.

He said he had a gall-bladder condition.
─ Mm-hm.

He's the one that gave you this bill?
─ Yes, sir.

I remember it because I had a hard
time making change for that much.

Anything else
you remember about him?

For every prescription,
there is a name, isn't there?

Do you recall what it was?

No sir, no. I don't recall off-hand.

But I can check the prescriptions slips.

He was grousing about having to
go back to work, the way he felt.

He said he worked in a club. A bartender.

The Emerald Club,
─ Emerald Club?

Yes sir.

Do you know where that is?
─ No, sir.

Now Mr Mays, we have to ask
you a funny kind of favour.

We have to put this bill
into evidence.

So we'd like to
keep it here for a while.

Of course you'll... get another
one just as good, alright?

Yes, sure. I guess it's alright.

$50 is pretty cheap
for what you did for me.

Well, we don't charge
for this kind of service.

So we'll just consider
this a loan, shall we?

Oh... and the rest of
this you can have back.

There is a $123 here.

Can you get home alright?
You got a car?

Thanks... I sure owe you a lot.

If there is anything else I can do...
─ Yes, there is something you can do.

I wish you'd go back
to your Drug Store tonight

and get the names on those prescription
slips and phone it in. Will you do that?

Sure.

Could I...
have somebody go with me?

I think we can arrange that.
─ I'll take him, Captain.

Okay, fine.
─ We'll get him there.

Goodnight.
─ Goodnight.

- Boys.
- Yes, sir.

Lubin checked this bill, and as you
probably suspect, it's hot. ─ Oh?

It belongs to that elevator
homicide job in New York.

I just talked to them back there
and some of the money,

not much of it, is showing up in Miami
and there is some in Las Vegas.

They want us to follow up here. So?

Bruner... you and Farnham, take
this on and see what turns up.

Yes, sir.
─ You hold the stakes.

And I'll go and find me a bartender
with gall-bladder trouble.

Goodnight, Captain.

Ah, Bruner.
─ Yes, sir?

You took a long chance
tonight and you won.

Next time play it safe, huh.
─ Right.

Goodnight now, boys. Keep in touch.
─ We will.

I never did like sending
2 policemen into a bar.

Jack?

Honey.

Sorry if I woke you.

I wasn't asleep.

Honey, what are you doing?
Checking up on me?

Nothing wrong with the baby, is there?
─ No, she's fine.

It's me.

I guess I'll never be a very
good wife for a Policeman.

Hey, what's all this about?

I heard about Charlie Bowman.
Grace called.

Oh, it's so awful.

It could have been you.

I tried to get you but you were out.

I just wanted to be sure you were alright.
─ Of course I'm alright, darling.

The odds are a thousand
to one in my favour.

Those are honest figures
I read them last year.

I know I'm being silly.
We have so much to worry about.

The baby... me... the house.

But sometimes I wish you were
in some other kind of work.

Come on, now... I'm doing
what I know how to do.

What I've been trained
for... and I like it.

Except on pay day.

You know... for the first time...

my feet hurt.

You think I'm getting old?

Jack.
─ Huh?

Sometimes when I'm lying
here waiting for you...

I get panicky.

I wonder what I'd do
if you didn't come home.

I've never heard you
talk like this before.

I couldn't stand it
if anything happened to you.

I know I've got the
baby... I do love her.

But I've had you so much longer.

Oh darling, please... couldn't you
get a transfer to something else?

Something safer.

Don't press our luck.

Darling,
everything is going to work out.

I'll think of something.

Hey.

What's all this?
You got to go to sleep, huh.

There.

Hey, we're not open yet.
Not until 5. Can't you read?

It's alright. We're not drinking...
yet.

Is your name Marvin?

How's your gall-bladder?

We had a talk with the
fellow at the Drug Store.

You gave the man a $50 bill.
Is this it?

How would I know?

I gave him 50 bucks. There are
quite a few of those in circulation.

Not like this one.
Where did you get it?

What are you guys
getting at? What is this?

Mind your bladder, Marvin.
Think back. Where'd you get the 50?

I borrowed it.
─ From whom?

Someone I know.

It's a girl. She works here.
─ At what?

She sings songs. She has a hat-check
concession on the side.

Is she always good for a 50?

I needed that 50 bucks for the
doctor. Tips have been lousy.

Sure.

Hi, Sam.

Who are your friends?
Leftovers from last night?

They came in to see me.
But they want to see you.

Well, I don't blame them.

What are you boys doing?
Working up a chain letter?

If you don't mind Miss, we'd like
to talk to you for a few minutes.

No. I'm not supposed to
sit with the customers.

That's alright. We're not customers.
We're Police Officers.

Oh.

Right over there, Miss.

We just want to ask you
a few questions, Miss.

Like what?
─ Like for a start, what's your name?

Lily Marlowe.

I hope you'll excuse me.
That sounds a little phony.

It is.
─ What's your real name?

You know, it's been so long,
I can't remember. Isn't that silly.

Either of you detectives seen a gold
cigarette-holder around anywhere?

Never mind.
─ What's your address?

305 Sycamore Avenue, Hollywood.

Thanks.

This is the 50 you gave the bartender.

It is.

Listen, we got work to do around here.
Now, you fellows can come back later.

Now Lily, you know better...
─ Are you the owner? ─ Yeah.

Carry on, Sergeant.

Now be my guest...
this won't hurt a bit.

Where did you get the 50?

You know, I've see all this on Dragnet.
─ Save the jokes for the customers.

Come on, think.
─ It was a tip.

$10.95 the set.

A $50 bill is a pretty big tip.
What did you do for it?

Just put this down in your little book.

Ready?
─ Mm-hm

Not what you're thinking.

Okay, how did you get it?

I have a lovely voice.

I sang
"Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" 5 times.

He was loaded.
─ Who?

The guy who gave me the 50.
─ Who was he?

I don't know.

I really don't know.
─ Come on, don't pull a blackout on me.

Who was he? What was his name?
─ I never saw him before or since.

I miss a man like that.

Alright, what did he look like?

I didn't notice.
─ You can do better than that.

You know,
I don't like this kind of work.

He was probably a nice guy.

But that wouldn't make a
difference to you, would it?

If he was a nice guy, he's got nothing
to worry about. Now come on, give.

Well, he was bigger than you.

Around 40. Dark hair.

Anything else? Any distinguishing marks
like scars or moles on his face or body?

How should I know?

How about his voice... any accent?

No.

Anything else you can
remember about him?

No.

Nothing?

Uh-uh.

Thank you very much.
You've been a great help.

If he comes back to hear you sing,
please contact us will you.

I want to give you something
to remember me by.

That's all Mr Housely, thanks.

That's Sergeant Farnham.
We'd appreciate your help.

Yes, Sergeant.

Anything?
─ No.

Miss Marlowe doesn't seem
to care for Police Officers.

I can't understand why.
─ Just certain Cops.

Anything else I can do for you gentlemen?
Would you like me to sing something?

We'd love it...
but we can't afford it.

He makes a bad impression at first,
but... he loves you. Believe me.

Cal.

Who do we look for now?

First we look for a haystack,
then we look for a needle.

Hello.

Don't you think you've given the taxpayers
their money's worth for one night?

Aren't you going to invite me in?
─ No.

Well, at least at the pup is friendly.

Alright Murgatroyd... beat it.
Don't be long now.

Look, if you've got time to kill...

Why don't you blow your
whistle and arrest somebody?

I think you forgot something.

I don't know what you had in mind,
but I'm going to take a shower.

I'm afraid that will have
to wait a little while.

Make yourself comfortable.

Now, why don't you really try to
remember what he looked like?

Who?

The man who gave you the 50 bucks.

How long have you known him?

All my life.

Ever since I was a little girl

I dreamed I'd meet a drunken slob
in a bar who'd give me $50.

And we'd live happily ever after.

It's stuffy in here.

Do I pass?

Detective, dear...

I'm going to tell you
a little bed-time story.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.

And she could have been my twin.

Who got in to trouble
in a big city far away.

She was framed for
something she didn't do.

So today she doesn't go
in for framing other people.

You feel the point?

Is that the end of your story?

Yes.

Nobody is going to be framed.

Now, why don't you try
real hard to remember.

And see if you can't come up with
something good for me to go on, huh?

You know, withholding information
from the Police could...

Gets you in all sorts of trouble.

I'd like to keep my job at the club.

I get hungry 3 times a day.

You'll keep eating.
Now come on, think back.

Alright, he had a moustache. A thin one.

When he gave me the 50 bucks I told
him I thought it was a pretty good tip.

He said he could afford it because
he had a good day at the track.

Will you buy that?

Sure, for now.

Seeing you just after 12.
Let's make it about 8:30, huh?

I'd appreciate it if you came down
to Police Headquarters about 9:15.

And looked over our picture gallery.

And...

Wear something simple.

I'll pick you up myself.
─ You've been grand.

I just don't know how to thank you.

I bet you do. Goodnight.

Yes, come in.

Well, any luck Miss Marlowe?
─ Mm-mm.

She checked all the mugshots in R & I.

And?
─ Nothing.

Well, that figures doesn't it.

I mean if he only works in New York,
he wouldn't be in our files.

Sit down Miss Marlowe, please.

You know, I telegraphed the description
that you gave us to New York and...

We hope it may help them back there
to come up with some new evidence.

I also sent out a special bulletin to
stores, the racetrack and banks.

And suggested they
put on a special watch.

So you've given us a lead, Miss Marlowe.

It's... it's kind of slim.

But still something.

Bruner tells me that
you'd be willing to help.

Oh, well Bruner tells me
I haven't got any choice.

Well that isn't exactly true.

However, I think I should explain to you.

We're looking for more than money in
this case. We're looking for a killer.

Now, the man who gave that
$50 bill may be the one.

And there is no-one, at least that we
know of, who can identify him for sure.

Except you.

And if we should spot him,
he could be dangerous.

Of course, you'll have plenty
of protection at all times.

Thanks Captain.

But you know, I think
I'll just sit this one out.

You see, I'm no good during the day time.
My eyes hurt... I work nights, you know.

So, I think I'll just
toddle back to bed.

Excuse me.

Yes?
─ "Lubin, Captain."

"Things getting hot. Just got a report
from Hollywood Park on the New York job."

"Two 20s and a 50 came in.
What's our next move?"

I'll call you back.

Well Miss Marlowe, you heard that.
─ Mm-hm.

And?
─ I wish I'd never seen that 50.

Well, I'm glad you did, because...

You know, let's face it. Unless you
help us, we won't have much to go on.

What about it now? Will you go out
to the park with the boys here and...

Take a chance that you
might just see this fellow?

Close that blind.
The sun is hurting her eyes.

No, never mind. Leave them like that.
I guess I'd better get used to it.

Oh and you can save that speech
about being a good citizen, Captain.

I'm crazy about horses.

Excuse me. Do you have a match?
─ Sure.

Buddy.

Sergeant, 5 days has
been enough... I resign.

Take it easy, baby. We got track
security men all over the place.

The guy wouldn't have a chance. Look...

Why don't you look around
over at the $10 window, huh?

And stop worrying.
Jack and I are watching you, too.

Bye.

5 on 8.

5 on number 8.

"The horses are nearing the starting gate."

Number 8 please.

Well, only 2 more races.

Oh... you know I work nights, too.

How about me, honey?

Don't I come in the club every night?
Never leave your side for a minute.

Now he might come back,
to hear you sing.

Mm-hm.

"They're off, and running."

Oh... did you see those diamonds?

Yes, honey. But we're not
looking for diamonds.

I am.

Sucker.

She must be tired.
─ Yeah.

Not a bad dame.

What kind of talk is
that for a married man?

I can't take much more of this stake-out.
─ What do you mean?

I didn't know there was this
much money in the world.

People throw it around
like it was confetti.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

You know some day I'll come out her on
my own time with a wad of dough and...

And a girl like...
─ Like Lily, maybe?

Yeah, maybe.

Francie would like you to come out to
the house on Monday night for dinner.

Bring somebody. How about it?
─ Monday? ─ Yeah.

Sure, I'd like it.

Why don't you ask Lily?

Maybe I might just do that.

♪ "I want you to know." ♪

♪ "I could never feel as others do." ♪

♪ "And even though I may kiss you." ♪

♪ "I could always... let you go." ♪

♪ "But I've told my heart." ♪

♪ "That I'll never fall in love." ♪

♪ "Didn't... oh, didn't you know." ♪

Who won the 4th race?

Go ahead... knock off again.

It will do you good.

I'd love to but if I do,
I'll never get up.

Say, I'd look great turning up to
the track in this outfit, wouldn't I?

Thanks.

Oh... I'm so stiff.
─ Here. Let me do that.

Turn around... come on.

Just relax.

Oh Sergeant, dear. That feels great.

Just what I need... thanks.

These last 3 days I've
learnt a lot about you.

What?

You're not half as tough as you
like people to think you are.

Can you guess my
age and weight, too?

You need somebody to take over.
Look after you once in a while.

Only... you couldn't have
invented that could you.

You know, somewhere in my dim past,
I seem to have heard this before.

I've said it before... to all
sizes and all shapes.

Only.

With you I mean it.

Don't ask me why.

Alright, I won't.

What time is it?

3:15.
─ Oh no.

You ever been married?

Yeah, I tried it once... when I was 18.

Well?

He was a great guy.

Broke... never sober.

One day he went on the wagon,
took a look at me, and thought
I was his first wife.

Now, I've grown up since then.

I'm crazy about money
now. Isn't that awful?

Of course, I haven't struck gold, but...

I haven't given up hope, either.

Does a man figure in this?

Yeah, a man figures.

If he likes the things I like.
And can afford them.

No. I've pulled up lame.
I'll have to let this one go.

Yeah... this time I mean it.

A 50 showed up after the last race.

Somebody bought one ticket
and got $40 in change.

A big rush at the last minute.

The teller didn't get a chance
to check until after the race.

Let's circulate. Come on, Lily.

Alright.

Lily.
─ Yes?

Take these, and look up
there in the stands.

See what you see. Over in there.
─ Alright.

You know, I'm going to be a little
bit sorry when this case is over.

You are getting to be a habit
with me... day and night.

See anything?
─ No

Going to miss me?

Right now, I'm too tired to know.

You kind of like that diamond bracelet
on that old girl yesterday, didn't you?

Loved it.

I guess I'm going to have
to start saving my money.

You do that, mm.

Come on, let's... mix a little, huh.

That's him.

What are you doing?
─ Relax.

What are you doing?

Just take it easy.

Now we stick the loose ones back on top.

Are you crazy?
─ I've got to phone in.

Give me that.
─ No...

Go on back. It's Police officers.

Go on... we've got to
keep that road clear.

We dragged the body out here.

He sure was a big guy.

Is this the box?
─ Yes, sir.

This where it landed?
─ Just about there, Captain.

Get a chance to count it?
─ No, no.

We were picking the stuff up
all over the canyon here.

What time did it happen?

About... 6:15, 30.

You've gone over everything in here? What
about these bags? You've checked these?

Yes, sir.

Well... here you are, Captain.
─ Nothing else, huh?

No. That's all... can we move the body?
─ Go ahead. ─ Alright.

6700.

This identification,
probably forged or stolen.

"Edgar H. Brown" it says here.

Why don't you boys knock off?
You've put in a good day's work.

Fine.
─ Thanks.

Win any money at the track?
─ No, we were a little busy.

Okay, see you later.
─ Right. ─ Bye.

Oh boys... don't forget to
thank Miss Marlowe for me.

Oh no. I'll take care of it personally.

What did you do with it?
─ Just keep driving. I'll show you.

That's good, because somehow,
we're going to put it back.

Oh we are?

What do you suggest? Going to Michaels
and telling him we overlooked it?

That we accidentally picked up $80,000.
─ I don't want any part of it.

You wanted it as much as I did.
It was written all over your face.

Alright, maybe I did in
a way. Who wouldn't?

Sure, I thought of what I
could do with all that dough.

But wanting it and taking it
are 2 different things.

Who said we took it?

It just wasn't there.

Who's to know how much
was there in the first place?

Nobody can prove anything.

It's marked money, Cal.

What are you going to do
with it? Use it for wallpaper?

I don't know about you, but I know
what I'm going to do with my half.

Keep it a while... then sell it.

Slow down.
It's right up there on the right.

Well?

That's us over there.
The little one. Number 36.

The best place I could
think of in a hurry.

We like to go fishing weekends.

The man rents it to us by the month and
for a little extra he keeps it here for us.

It'll do for a while.

That's great.

What makes you think
I'll go along with you?

Jack... we're partners.

We've got a lot to lose.

Especially you. You've got Francie
and the kid to think about.

Thanks for reminding me.

We both got keys.

Number 36.

You've done a pretty good job
all the way around, haven't you.

I think so... now, when we get together
Monday, we have something to celebrate.

Jack.

I know I sound like an old nag,
but please don't drink so much.

It's supposed to be a party, isn't it?
─ Of course.

We're supposed to be celebrating what
great Cops we are. Isn't that right?

Oh, Jack.
─ So we'll eat, drink and be merry.

I'll handle it.

I've been meaning to fix this leg.

Why don't I make the drinks.
─ Just sit down, will you.

What's the matter?
You two had a lover's spat?

Dinner won't be ready for a while.
I'm doing something special.

I hope you like spaghetti.
I do a nice sauce.

No thanks.

Maybe it is too hot for it?
─ Oh no. I love it.

Well, you haven't seen the Farnhams
until you've seen Bridget.

I'll go bring her out.
─ Leave her where she is, Francie.

But it's cooler in here.

Besides, Lily and Cal would
like to see her, wouldn't you?

Oh go on. Bring her in.
─ Go ahead.

I don't want Bridget in here.

Alright.

Look Francie... why don't
I go in and see her?

Have you...?

One ginger ale, one club soda.
Is that correct, Sergeant?

That's right.

What are you waiting for? It's a charge.
─ Oh, I know that.

I saw your picture in the paper
when you tracked that man down.

The chase and all. That was great.

Thanks, son.

If you keep on like this, you'll really
louse things up. You know that,
don't you?

I can't even look at
my own kid any more.

I can't look in the
mirror without gagging.

Come on Jack, snap out of it.

Look... leave this whole
thing to me will you.

Believe me, it's going to be alright.

Well, I tried "Sleepy Time Down South"
on her but and wouldn't go for it.

She's a little doll, Jack.

Spike this for me, Sergeant, will you.
─ Sure.

Dinner won't be long. Jack, why don't
you give me a hand with the salad?

He's great on salads.

There you go Lily.
─ Thanks.

Cal.
─ Mm-hmm?

What's the matter with Jack tonight?

I don't know. Maybe his feet hurt too.

Too bad you're working tonight.
─ Why?

Oh, we could go down to
the beach and... cool off.

Hello.

No... no, this is Sunset 25690.

I never saw you boys so jumpy.

What are you doing? Running a
bookie joint on the side? ─ No.

Nothing that legitimate.

Oh, it was great, Francie.

Oh no. I'm stuffed.
I can't eat even another bite.

That was wonderful.
You're beautiful and you can cook.

Oh, that's too much.

Francie, let me give you a
hand with the dishes, huh?

Oh, thank you Lily.
─ Jack...

You don't know what you're
missing. It was good.

You know you got a
nice place here, Jack.

Well, you will have as soon as
all this green stuff grows up.

It's just like some cheap murder mystery.

What do you mean?

I planted something
else besides flowers there.

What are you talking about?

I buried a key there.
It has the number 36 on it.

Some people plant
flowers in their back yards.

I plant keys.

Would you like us to leave?

Yep.

She's smart. Wouldn't let me do a dish.

Well, Lily is going to make
a new woman out of me.

She's going to get me a new hairdo,
and might even go for a new dress.

Don't you listen to Lily.
She'll get you into bad habits.

Baby, are you about ready?
It's getting a little late.

Yeah. Francie, I forgot.
I'm a working girl. Got to go.

Oh that's right.

So long, honey.

Thanks for the dinner.
It was a wonderful dinner.

I'm glad you liked it.

Will you give me the recipe for that
sauce sometime? ─ Glad to.

Francie, thanks for having me.
─ I'm so glad you came.

Goodnight, Jack.
─ Goodnight. Goodnight Cal.

See you tomorrow, Jack.
─ Goodnight.

Bye.
─ Bye.

I don't think they had a good time.

Oh, I was just kidding about
the dress and the hairdo.

We'll save that money.

Never mind,
you spend it on yourself.

It's ours, isn't it?. We came
by it honestly, didn't we?

Of course we did.

I'm sorry, Francie. I've...

Hello.

Yes, sir.

No... he just left here.
I don't know where he's going to be.

Alright, I'll tell him... maybe I
can reach him at home later.

Yes, Captain. We'll see you
first thing in the morning.

Night.

Is anything wrong?

No... no, nothing is wrong.

You've always told me when
something bothered you.

Listen, Francie. Why don't
you get some rest?

Maybe I can help.

Nice people.
─ Hm?

Francie and Jack.
─ Oh, yeah.

Too bad.

What do you mean?

People like that not getting along.

Maybe they're having a little
trouble in the dough department?

Could be.

A guy with house payments to meet.

And a wife and kid to look after.
He's got it rough. Figures.

Jack seemed to have something
else on his mind, though.

Maybe he did. Maybe you got
something on your mind. What is it?

Nothing. I was just thinking.

You know, I hand it to Francie, the way
she runs that house and everything.

I couldn't do it. Must be
something wrong with me.

Ain't nothing wrong with you.

You wouldn't want to be a Cop's
wife, would you? ─ No.

Rice is for eating, not throwing.

That's the way I feel.

We're a lot alike, Lily.

We won't settle for just anything.
We want the best.

And you know what?
We're going to get it.

Yeah... that's why I'm putting
the show on the road.

What do you mean?

I thought I'd try Las Vegas for a while.

It's quite a spot. You ever been there?
─ No.

I thought with all that
loot floating around...

There ought to be a way of
getting some of it for little me.

Don't you think?
─ Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Who is going to stake you?
Oh, that's a silly question, isn't it.

I don't like that.
─ So you don't like it.

Lily.

If it's money that's troubling you,
maybe I can afford you.

How does that sound?
─ Like a pretty cold proposition.

Thanks. I'll make it under my own steam.
─ Yeah, I bet you will.

You should be a smash
with that voice of yours.

That's what you had in
mind, isn't it? Singing.

Shut up... what I do is
none of your business.

It has been.

You... dirty little Cop.

What's to keep me here?
─ Me.

That's a laugh. I was getting
along fine until I met you.

Sure, I was broke. I still am.

But I didn't have to answer to
anybody and that's the way I like it.

So, that's the way you like it, is it?
That's why you're running out, huh?

No... you're stuck for me. That's why
you're running out. Same as I am for you.

Isn't that right?
─ Leave me alone will you.

Answer me.
─ Leave me alone.

Isn't that right?
─ I don't know.

Isn't that right?

Bruner and Farnham are outside, sir.

Are you sure about the
fingerprints on those suitcases?

I'm positive.

That's funny. Because here in
Bruner's and Farnham's report.

Thanks, Stimson.

Tell them to come on in.
─ Right, sir.

The Captain will see you now.

Hello boys.
─ Captain.

Sit down.

I was just looking over your report.

"Checked all contents of car."

You told me that you checked
those suitcases, didn't you?

Yes, sir.

And you report here that you did.

That's right.

Now, I can't figure out
how you could do it.

Do what, sir?

Well, how you could check those
bags without leaving any fingerprints.

Because your prints are
everywhere around the place
except on those 2 suitcases.

There was just the dead man's.

Well... you know Jack
probably figured that...

That he had, you know in all
the excitement and everything.

So, it was a mistake, huh?

A pretty careless one,
don't you think?

Those bags might have been
important clues in this case.

That's no way to slough
off possible evidence.

I'm sorry, sir.
─ It won't happen again, sir.

By the way, there was...

There was almost $200,000 in that box.

Yeah, we read that in the newspaper.

That leaves around
$100,000 that's still missing.

We know some of it was passed.

Probably some of it was sold on the
hot-money market, but not that much.

The bonding company will undoubtedly
send out a... special investigator.

He'll want to talk to both of you
and ask you a few questions.

Oh sure. Any time.

Oh... is that all, sir?

That's all. Thanks boys.

"Yes?"

Stimson, you have somebody
bring up those 2 suitcases.

"Yes, sir."

Want a cup of coffee, Jack? It's hot.
─ No.

Didn't your Mum ever teach
you to say "no thank you"?

How does it feel to have your
hands on that kind of money?

I didn't feel anything.

I hear there is a lot
that hasn't turned up.

Now, if you'd like to make
a small investment, Jack.

I know a guy who's drilling
an oil-well near Segundo.

There's a grand or 2 still open.

Cut it out will you. Cut it out!

What's with you?
You looking to start something?

What's the matter with you guys?
Can't you take a joke?

I don't like the joke.

You alright?
─ Yeah.

Your boyfriend is a little over-trained.

"Sergeant's Bruner and Farnham."

"Report to Captain Michael's office.
Bruner and Farnham."

"Captain Michael's office."

You wanted to see us, Captain?
─ Yes, boys.

I want you to take a look at
the clothes in these suitcases.

This coat here.
Farnham, slip yours off.

Try it on.
─ Are you serious?

I want to show you something.

Alright, sir.

Because you are a pretty good fellow.

It's snug isn't it?
─ It certainly is.

What's all this, sir?

Why, the driver of that car was
bigger than you... wasn't he?

It's a cinch he couldn't
have worn this coat.

He must have had a partner.

Maybe that's where
the rest of the money is.

I wonder where they were going to meet.

No labels here of course.
It's a pretty well-tailored coat.

We'll check all these clothes. I believe
the stitching will give us something.

Yes?

That's alright. Go ahead.

Uh-huh.

Farnham?

Well send him home.
I'll have Lubin find a replacement.

The Police surgeon
down at Georgia Street.

Why didn't you tell me you're a fighter?
We could use you at the Police Benefits.

It wasn't anything, Captain.

We were just horsing
around in the locker-room.

Not quite the way I heard it.
Well, let's forget it.

That's all, boys.

I go down for 4.

4, 10, 16, 18.
And in spades.

Sergeant, dear. That's another game.

And do you know something?
You owe me 20 bucks.

Nobody can be this bad. You're
not trying. ─ Sure I am, honey.

Well, you're not very bright.

I can't keep my mind
on the game tonight.

Come on, give me the 20.

There were only 3 customers in the
Emerald Club tonight. Very bad for tips.

There you are. Plenty more
where that came from.

Good work.

Your deal.

Hello?

"I saw your picture in the paper.
Smart Cops, you boys."

"But not too smart."

Who is this?
─ "Never mind the details."

"That money belongs to me.
Are you going to give it up?"

"Or I'll have to tell the
teacher all about it."

Who is this?
─ "Don't waste my time, Bruner."

I know how much was in that box.

I'll let you know where and when.

What's that for?
─ That's for goodnight.

They want me down at Central.
─ Michaels?

Mm-hm. There you go.

Sorry to break it up for you.
─ Well.

Too bad. First time I ever
lost a man to a man.

That was fun while it lasted.

You and I are going to last
a lot longer than you think.

Come on, I'll drive you home.

Francie... this is Cal. Is Jack there?

Oh Cal... where is he? What's wrong?
─ "Wrong?"

He's in trouble. I know he is.

I heard him take the car out an hour ago.
At 2 o'clock. I tried to stop him but...

Been out riding?

Francie was worried about you, Jack.

Frankly, I was too.

What have you been doing?
Checking up on our "investment"?

What do you want?

Is it still there?
─ I don't know.

Somebody was tailing me.
─ Sure somebody was tailing you.

Do you know who?

The guy whose coat you didn't fit.

I got a phone-call tonight.

Do you know we've got
a partner in this deal now?

He'd like to meet us. With the money.

When?

He said he'd let me know.

You...

you weren't trying to cross me
up tonight, were you Jack?

Cal... I'm...
─ Jack, is that you?

I'll meet you at Rousseau's in an hour.

Okay... you've got a deal.

Hi Murgatroyd.

Come on, Murgatroyd.

Who is it?
─ Me.

Lily.
─ Mm?

Honey, I got to talk to you.

Oh Honey, I'm beat. Not now, later.

Not later, now.
─ Cal.

Baby.

How would like to go to Acapulco?
Some place like that?

Well... this was worth waking up for.

Oh, I haven't got the clothes for it.
─ We'll buy clothes down there.

Yeah, that $200
you lent me will help.

It wasn't a loan.
─ Oh?

Since when can Cops go around
passing out money like that?

Cal.
─ Yeah?

When did your rich uncle die?

Tonight.

That's too bad. I'm sorry.

You must have done
him a big favour once.

Yeah, I did.

I've heard of smart cops doing
favours once in a while.

Do you know something?
I don't blame them.

After all, look at the risks
they take for us tax-payers.

Lily, I want you... I've never
wanted anything like I want you.

Maybe we...

maybe we can even get
married down there.

I always wanted to go to Mexico.

I'm crazy about hot food.

Hello?

Yes, he's here.
─ Who is it?

It's Jack. He sounds funny.
─ What do you want?

Keep your shirt on. I'll be there.

I'm supposed to be on duty.
I just took off for a little while.

Can you... leave tomorrow?
─ Sure.

Okay, I'll...

I'll call you later.

Cal.

Yeah?
─ Tell me something.

What?

Did Jack's rich uncle die tonight too?

No.

Cal.

Cal.

What?

I've changed my mind.

What are you talking about?

Maybe I don't need
that diamond bracelet.

I'm kind of used to having you around.
I don't want anything to spoil that.

Nothing is going to spoil it, baby.

Yes, but maybe we really
don't need these things.

That's what you say today. But tomorrow
you see something in the window.

Something with a price-tag on it.
A big price-tag... and you'll want it.

And even if you don't, I will.

And we're going to have those things.

Alright, have it your way.

Take care.

Give me a cup of coffee,
Annie will you... black.

What took you so long?
─ What's the hurry?

I've got some news for you.
─ Yeah?

Okay.

We're not going to give
the money to that hood.

Well, now you're talking sense.

We're going to turn it over
to Michaels in the morning.

Oh, we're going to turn
it over to Michaels, huh?

And what are you going to do for
another job, if and when you get out?

I don't know. But I'm
not going on like this.

I... oh hi, Betty.

I thought you wanted to do so
much for Francie and the kid.

Not this way.

Jack, will you believe me? I know
what I'm doing about this money.

We take it down to Mexico and sell it.
So, we take a beating on it.

But they'll be plenty
left for both of us.

Aren't you getting a bit
ahead of yourself?

What do you mean?
─ What about our "partner".

What about our partner?

When he calls, we'll keep
the appointment with him.

We'll shoot in self-defence.
Might even get a big promotion for it.

Now we murder...

You're sick, Cal... I should have
known that a long time ago.

You don't care about anything
or anybody. You're sick.

Coming from you Jack, that hurts.

We're no better than that hop-head
money-pusher that you dragged in.

Maybe even worse.

He's got an expensive habit to support.
That's his excuse, but what's ours?

A couple of sticky-fingered Cops.

Thieves!

So?

So we're going to come clean.

We're going to turn that
money in before it's too late.

We've both got good records.

Maybe they won't be too
hard on us. I don't know.

But we're going to come clean.

Is that the way you want it?

That's the way it's going to be.

Okay.

Well... what are we waiting for?

Come on, call it.

Heads.

You lose.

It's under the cushion in the sack.

So, you were going to run
out on me! Drop that sack!

Come with me, Cal.

I'm not running out on you... shoot!

Let's lay you over here. That's good.

A little more. Right up
against the trailer. That's it.

Let's see now.

Captain.

You're going to be alright, Farnham.

You're lucky.

Where is Bruner?

Dead.

He's better off.

Captain... Georgia Street
is on the way. Can I help?

You can pick up all this
money that Farnham found.

That's the voice.

That's the other guy.

No, Farnham.

He's one of our men.

There never was anybody else.

"A Policeman, unlike most men."

"Lives close to evil and violence."

"He can, like all men,
make his own Private Hell."

"The good pass through
it with minor burns."

"The evil stumble and fall."

"And die... in strange places."