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For 100 years, all of Europe listened with fascination

to the spellbinding legends of a fabulous treasure.

It was kept in this castle in France,

well-guarded.

Through the years, few were the eyes

that gazed upon the many diamonds, pearls, emeralds, sapphires, and rubies.

Yes, jewels which had been the pride and price of queens,

red with blood.

For the history of every great costly stone

is a story of violence and death and mystery.

The strangest of mysteries is about the Treasure of Monte Cristo.

The Treasure of Monte Cristo disappeared a little more than 30 years ago.

What is this to do with modern-day San Francisco?

That is what interests me very much, and you too.

San Francisco, a population of 785,000.

A major Pacific Coast seaport,

a temperate climate,

but it's not a city to be explained in statistics.

For I have walked its streets, and I have seen many strange things

and heard strange stories.

The strangest of them all concerns the Treasure of Monte Cristo.

It all began right in the heart of the city,

on Market Street.

Well, Mr. Dantes,

here we are.

Smell that air.

Kind of fishy, huh? -Fishy?

I wish I could put it in a bottle

and take it with me the next time I ship out.

It's been two years since I smelled that.

Well, I haven't missed it. Maybe my nose is a bit more particular.

Well, what's it going to be, Mr. Dantes?

The girls, gay times? -Maybe a little bit of both.

First, I'm going to see my old friends, the Torecelli's.

Is that the Italian family you grew up with?

Yes, the only family I've ever known.

Well, I'm on my way.

I'm going to look in on the boys at the hiring hall.

Boatswain, do me a favor, and take my bag with you.

Sure thing. -Thanks. Good luck.

Good luck to you, sir.

Watch her! Grab her! She's loose!

Come on.

Come on.

We better get out of here.

I could stand a drink.

Why not?

Good evening. -Good evening.

Bourbon, sir. -What can I get you?

The same. -Same, two bourbons.

I want to thank you for your help tonight. -Forget it, it was nothing.

Tell me, who were those guys? -They were guards.

Guards?

They probably refer to themselves as nurses.

My nurses.

You see, I escaped from an asylum.

A nut-house?

Well, they call it a sanitarium.

My name is Jean Turner.

Hi, Jean. I'm Dantes, Edmund Dantes.

Tell me,

how did you escape and why?

The name Jean Turner doesn't mean much to you, does it?

No.

Just a pretty name for a pretty girl, that's all.

Then you've never heard of me, Turner Utilities?

Oh, no, not the billion-dollar baby.

That's me.

Then, it makes less sense than ever.

What were you doing in a sanitarium?

My father died and left a lot of money.

There are some people that want to make sure I don't get it.

Okay, it sounds stupid. I still don't get it.

Well, the Turner Estate is a trust.

It reverts to me when I marry or when I'm 25.

Whichever is first.

I'm still single, and I'll be 25 in less than three months.

Well,

some guy is going to make himself a flock of dough.

He is going to get a very beautiful babe when he marries you.

She might also be a dead babe.

If I die, the entire estate becomes a charitable foundation

under the absolute control of my guardian.

Oh, I get it at last.

It means your guardian wouldn't mind knocking you off for all that dough?

Exactly.

That's why they put me in a so-called sanitarium for my nerves.

They claimed I suffered from delusions of persecution.

It's been a slow process.

They would have gotten me out of the way before long.

This way.

621, please.

Thank you. -You're welcome.

Order, please. -Two coffees, please.

Well, I guess we can relax now.

Yes.

For the minute.

You can't keep on running.

You're lucky, but your feet are going to give out.

Listen, sister, there's only one sensible thing to do,

and let's go to the cops.

Going to the police will only open that asylum door again.

We can explain. Any court in the world will listen.

They can't get away with anything like that.

My guardian has connections.

He'll swear, and he'll have witnesses to back him up

that I'm mentally incompetent.

I'm a victim of delusions.

What happened tonight is no delusion.

I'll swear to that.

Will you keep just aside?

If you become too insistent,

I don't stand a chance.

Well, there's something we can do. Somebody will listen.

Bus now loading at Gate 4 for Sacramento,

Reno, Salt Lake, and all points east.

Maybe there is a chance,

but I couldn't ask or expect you to do it.

What do you mean? Do what? -It's crazy, but it might work.

It's a chance.

I'm desperate enough to clutch at anything.

My father's will gives me the money when I'm 25 or married.

The 11:30 bus is now leaving for Sacramento, Reno, Salt Lake,

and all points east.

Loading at Gate 4.

Have your tickets ready.

Would you marry me?

Please listen before saying anything. I don't mean a real marriage.

That is, as the real husband and wife,

but in name only.

Listen, honey.

A girl like you doesn't have to go around asking a guy like me to marry her.

I know it sounds crazy,

but it's my one chance to slip from my guardians' control.

Let's suppose I did...

They'd still want to murder you. -No, don't you see?

It would get them nothing.

The entire estate would go to my husband. It would be taken from their hands.

Look, honey, you don't know a thing about me.

I'm a second mate on a freighter.

You don't want me to marry you. -It doesn't matter.

The marriage would only be for three months, and then I'll be safe.

Peace of mind can't be counted in money.

I'll pay you $10,000 if you're...

$10,000? -If that's not enough, whatever you want.

Look sister,

I've never considered marriage as a matter of money.

It's not something you buy or sell.

It's something serious.

Don't you see? This is different.

A technicality, a legal fiction.

For you, maybe, but I never looked at it that way.

A legal fiction, aye?

Well, it's an easy way to look at it,

but I never considered it that casual.

If it was that,

I wouldn't be asking it.

Will you give me two to Reno, please? -Yes, sir.

Can we catch this bus? -Yes, sir, right through there.

The 11:30 bus for Sacramento, Reno, Salt Lake,

and all points east has now departed.

Oh, the manager and personnel of the Reno Towers Hotel

take great pleasure and extend their most sincere

and hearty felicitations upon your marriage

and the very best wishes for a long and prosperous life of blissful unity.

Thanks.

Oh, and if there's anything you want...

What could you want?

Well,

it just goes to show you.

Last night I made port, and I'm a husband today.

Only technically.

Champagne cocktails, courtesy of Reno Towers Hotel.

No extra charge for the all-expense Special Deluxe Wedding, number 7.

Well, come on, let's dive in.

No use in letting it go flat.

Here's to the all-expense Special Deluxe Wedding, number 7,

and to my bride,

technically.

Hey, wait a minute, what is this?

It's a beautiful day, a wonderful honeymoon,

a gorgeous bride,

a handsome husband.

There's nothing to cry about.

Just toss that!

Do you want to wreck this nice new negligee

that's been included in the all-expense Special Deluxe Wedding, number 7.

for a slight extra charge?

It was wrong of me.

I shouldn't have asked you.

Will you please wipe those eyes? A honeymoon is not a place for tears.

But you don't know what it may mean for you.

What I've... -I do.

Startles the role of our lives.

We'll probably only live to be 100 and have 20 children.

What a time.

The crimes against humanity committed in the name of service.

Special honeymoon breakfast at no extra charge

in our all-expense Special Deluxe Wedding, number 7.

The orange blossom is my own idea.

Gee, thanks.

Wow.

Madame, may I pour?

How do you like your toast? Buttered or just thrown at you?

Eddie, the phone! -Shut that thing.

Yes?

All right.

Don't tell me that's more of good old number seven.

No.

Wrong number. -Oh,

Oh, no cigarettes.

No, no cigarettes, not even pipe tobacco.

Eddie, would you mind going down to the lobby and getting me a pack?

Are you kidding? I'll call room service.

No, don't bother them, and it'll give me a chance to dress.

Oh.

All right.

Black?

Yes.

I'll give you exactly 20 minutes.

Eddie? -What?

Don't... -Don't what?

I'll feel more comfortable if you'd carry this.

You shouldn't walk around unprotected.

What about us now? -Please.

All right.

Oh, honey...

I've been to a lot of places, Shanghai, London, Paris,

I've seen a lot and done a lot,

but I don't know anything that means...

Those men. -Please, what were you going to say?

Nothing.

Except we shouldn't have so much money.

Darling, it's not my fault.

Can't you forget it, at least, just for a little while?

I'll try.

I better get those cigarettes.

Okay, honey.

Cigarettes coming up.

Who's there?

Who's there?

So that's the story.

I told you all I can say. -But not all you know.

All I know, all I could say, and all there is to it.

This is the automatic you were carrying,

and this is the bullet that killed him.

It's the same caliber as your gun. -But I never used the gun.

All I know is you were waiting for a street car in that attic,

but with an empty chamber in your gun?

I told you the shot came from the back of him.

And it was just an accident that this ejected cartridge

was found on the floor, right where you were crouching.

I don't know anything about it, the place is full of junk.

According to the police laboratory reports,

this particular piece of junk under the microscope

shows it was fired by your gun.

But I don't know anything about a gun. I told you why I went there.

Dantes,

you don't look like a crook, and you have no record.

I want to help you.

I want to give you a break,

but you've got to help me.

If you go before a jury with this bedtime story you've been telling me...

Bedtime story? I told you every word is the truth.

You're a sensible man, Dantes.

Now let's forget the alibis and stop kidding.

We've got you dead to rights.

Put it up to a jury, and you'll go to a gas chamber.

But you tell me a straight story and I'll go to the DA myself.

I'll promise you he'll go easy on you. -Thanks.

So I get off with life, is that it? -Now you're being practical.

Good behavior and parole, six, seven years.

Now let's start at the beginning and give it to me straight.

I don't know anything about a gun.

I didn't kill a man.

I went there to find my wife.

I know...

I know.

I know it all by heart.

Maybe you're nuts.

Perhaps the police psychiatrist will say, we're nuts too, for not believing you are.

Why else would any guy in his right mind keep repeating such a senseless story?

We've told you it's a respectable boarding house,

not a sanitarium, and certainly not an asylum,

and the man you killed... -I didn't!

The man you killed was not a kidnapping hoodlum.

He was a respectable, hard-working businessman

named Matthew Benson,

employed steadily for the last 12 years by the Apex Warehouse and Storage Company.

One of the city's oldest... -Look!

Why don't you do what I've been asking?

Hello?

Yes.

Oh.

Fine, fine, in a minute.

What were we saying?

Find my wife.

What good would that do you?

To prove to you that everything I've been trying to tell you is the truth.

Your wife would?

You're speaking of Jean Turner, the heiress, of course?

Yes, will you get it through your head? She's in danger!

I wouldn't worry about her if I were you.

Okay, fine.

Go ahead, take it out on me because I'm here on suspicion of murder.

What kind of police are you not to try to investigate

when the safety of a completely innocent person is at stake?

Meaning your wife? -Yes!

Meaning my wife.

She needs help. She needs it right away.

Well, supposing we ask her.

You can come in Ms. Turner?

Ms. Turner, do you know this man?

Never saw him before.

That's not Jean Turner.

For your information, Dantes, this is Miss Jean Turner

of the Turner Utility family.

Her father is not dead, and she has no guardian.

She's never been kidnapped, and she's certainly not married to you.

Most assuredly not.

She believes you're just as big a liar as we do.

Thank you, Ms. Turner, we appreciate you coming down here

to clear up this little matter.

The police car will take you anywhere you want to go.

My car is downstairs, thank you.

Good day. -Good day.

Well?

Look, I've been telling you the truth all along.

Please find my wife. She'll explain everything.

You heard that girl deny it to your face. -She's not Jean Turner.

You have your rights, Dantes, and as a cop, I'll respect them,

but I'm not saying what I won't do as a man if you keep handing me that blarney.

Come in!

It took you long enough.

I had to wait till business slacked up down at the counter.

One guy took an hour to finish.

I couldn't pull a plate away from him, especially when he had a badge under it.

I... Yes, oh.

Here's your cream.

Hey, could you use a good mouthpiece?

I know just the guy.

I'd let him handle my own mother on a murder rap.

How about it, huh?

Okay. -Just remember, keep your trap shut.

Don't let these flat feet pin anything on you, nothing!

Okay. -I'll be back for the empties later.

Yes? -Norris is here.

He's got the girl.

She admits she's Jean Turner.

Send them in.

Oh, Jean, I'm so glad you're...

Are you Jean Turner? -Yes.

Where did you pick her up? -Up by the hotel on Sutter Street.

That's her name, all right.

I also checked with the Reno police on the address

that she had put on the marriage license and that much of this guy's story checks.

Now, will you believe me? -Quiet, sit down.

Did you marry this man in Reno? -Yes.

Did you tell him you were the Turner heiress?

Heiress?

I'm a stenographer.

Where do you work?

In a lawyer's office, 153 Market Street.

But Jean, you don't understand...

I'll do the talking.

Do you happen to have a guardian? -What would I have a guardian for?

Don't ask me.

Not my idea.

Did three men try to kidnap you?

Kidnap me?

Is this some kind of a joke?

Then this knight around didn't gallop up and try to save you from three thugs?

How did you meet?

Well, he just picked me up, I guess.

His ship came in. We had a few drinks, maybe a few too many.

Then we decided to get married.

Go on.

We took a bus to Reno.

I was sobered up by morning and realized what a fool I had been,

marrying a man I hardly knew on a drunken impulse.

So I walked out on him.

That's all I know up to the time this detective of yours

brought me down here.

Why are you lying to him? You...

Don't be a liar... -You've had your chance to talk.

From now on, I'll carry on with this conversation.

Did you ever own a gun? -A gun?

This one? -No, I've never owned one.

Did you ever stay, know, or visit anyone at 2015 Franklin Street?

What's he done? What happened? -That's all, you may go.

You're not going to believe that joke. -Shut up! Just a minute.

One more thing.

Let me see your lipstick.

Do you always use this shade? -Yes.

It's a little off my beat, seems almost orange.

Strictly for blondes?

Yes, it's called Summer Blossom.

I'm afraid I'll have to keep this. I have to use it as an exhibit.

We've wound up executing men for just one little slip like this.

Execute?

Don't answer any questions, I'll do the talking.

Inspector, I object to this third-degree method used on my client.

I object to intimidation, and I object to his rights being abused.

You can stop objecting, I think the murder rap will hold.

Murder? Is that the charge against him?

In addition to a few odds and ends like forcible entry, burglary, and such,

murder is the main one.

Persecution of my client on mere unfounded suspicion

is a violation of his constitutional rights.

I shall demand an immediate investigation.

Turn off the phonograph record. Take the prisoner to his cell.

Come along.

Inspector, can I do anything? -No, you may go.

Just keep yourself available.

But I... -You heard the inspector.

You've probably done enough to my client anyway.

There's visitors for you.

Hello Eddie. -Hello Eddie, how are you?

Those people locked you up before we got a chance to see you.

Yes, you're giving us spaghetti and wine?

Wait until Mama hears about this, she'll kill them.

Two years. We don't see you.

Then we come back from a trip to catch the fish,

Then Tony read in the newspaper, that you're in the biggest trouble.

Why don't you tell us about it yourself?

What's the idea? -Wait a minute.

There's no use getting your friends mixed up in a mess like this.

Hey!

Do you want me to give you one big smack for saying this?

That's what friends are for.

See, I say to the boys.

We go right down to the police station.

We make those cops let you go.

[Italian spoken audio].

Quiet there! Where do you think you are?

You flat bitch.

Do you want to put us all in jail?

How are we going to help him in there? -Nothing on him...

Papa, please. [Italian spoken audio].

We told him not to come with us.

He gets too excited. -All right.

The boys say that they don't want me to come to see you.

They say I'm too old to go running around. Huh!

Me, too old? I go for the fishes six weeks one a time,

in all kinds of weather!

They go for the fish three days, maybe get a little bit wet,

and they think that they got it rough!

That's right, Papa. They don't make real men anymore.

What made you kill this guy?

Oh, the woman?

I think I understand.

Over money?

That's bad.

Your wife's outside to see you, Eddie. -What is this business about a wife?

I'll tell you about it later, Papa.

She can't come in unless this gang leaves. -All right, thanks.

We'll be back to see you tomorrow, Eddie,

and don't forget, if there's anything you want,

just let us know.

Thanks. -Come on, Papa.

So long, Papa. -Goodbye.

What? Oh.

Hello, Eddie, how do you feel? -Where is she?

Who? -My wife.

The jailer said she was waiting.

Is that so? I wonder what she's up to now.

Get her in here.

Once we wring the truth out of her, we're okay.

Look, I don't think we're better. It'd be smart if I talk to her first.

Start to sound her out. -Sound her out! What for?

She's the answer to my whole problem. Get her in here!

You don't seem to realize she's not on your side, Eddie.

She's responsible for you being in here. She's not to be trusted.

Trusted? Who wants to trust her? I want to get face-to-face with her.

Wait a minute, if I have to be your attorney,

I'm going to handle this case my way if we're going to get an acquittal.

You can't seem to get it through your head

that she lied to the police, you and everybody else.

There's no reason for her to suddenly make a change now.

If you talk to her, you can wring the truth out of her.

All right, I'll talk to her.

Right away! -Sure.

She's the key to the whole situation, use it when she gets on the stand.

Look, our one chance in this case is that they can't force a wife

to testify against her husband.

Unless she tells us the whole truth,

the smartest thing we can do is to keep her out of that courtroom.

If she doesn't tell you the truth, let me get my hands on her.

I'll make her talk!

Now, relax, take it easy. Let me handle this my way.

See you tomorrow, Eddie. -All right, don't forget.

Jailer!

What are you doing here? -I'll ask the questions.

Why did you go see Dantes?

Tell him the truth, maybe?

What do you mean?

Really innocent, aren't you?

Refresh your memory, honey?

I don't want to be part of this! -You haven't got much choice.

You're a pretty girl, very pretty.

It's a shame you're not as smart.

You can't tell me what to do. -I am.

I got enough on you to put you in cold storage

for a long time.

You want to stay pretty,

keep away from Dantes and stay out of this case.

I didn't bargain for murder. -I'm not bargaining, I'm telling you!

Play with dynamite and it's liable to go off in your pretty face.

Do we understand one another now?

Good night Jean.

As the state medical examiner,

how would you say the murdered man came to his death?

By a bullet wound, fired from close quarters,

which entered his right side and passed through the body.

In your opinion, Doctor, could the bullet have entered the body

from a position in front or from a position behind?

Well, that would depend.

Had he been standing with his left side inclined towards the defendant,

then one could say that it had been fired from in front,

but if with his right side,

then equally well, it might have been fired from behind.

Thank you, sir. I have no further questions.

Your witness.

No questions.

Papa, give him the letters.

Psst!

Please, give these letters to my boy. -Later.

Have you seen this gun before?

Yes.

How can you identify that particular gun?

By the serial number, A-4-5-6-9-2.

How can you be so positive as to that serial number?

Because according to the law, I entered the number of all the guns

bought and sold at my pawnshop in this ledger.

Here's the entry.

Colt 25, caliber automatic,

serial number, A-4-5-6-9-2.

According to your records, who bought this gun, and when?

E. Dantes,

May 14th, 1949, 8:55 PM.

The same date on which Edmund Dantes' ship,

the Pacific Queen, arrived in San Francisco.

Now, sir,

look carefully at the defendant.

Can you identify the defendant, Edmund Dantes,

as the one who bought the murder weapon from you on that night?

I didn't see his face too well.

Look at him closely, Mr. Johnson.

Is he the man?

It could be.

Same size, same build,

but I'm not positive.

I can't swear it was him,

and I can't swear it wasn't.

That is all, thank you.

Your witness. -No questions.

I was never in that shop in my life. Why don't you do something?

Look, that's bad tactics.

There's plenty of tricks in this profession.

I'll pull them at the right time.

Take it easy, let me handle this.

Did any strangers either enter or leave the hotel

at or about the time previously indicated in the record?

No. -Did anyone either precede

or follow them through the lobby?

No. -Thank you.

No further questions.

No cross-examination.

You positively remember the defendant having visited the nightclub

the evening in question?

Yes, sir.

What makes you so positive?

Well, he left without paying, and I got stuck with the check.

Did you see any person or persons searching the nightclub

as alleged by the defendant?

No, sir.

Did it look to you in any way that the defendant

and his companion were being pursued?

No, sir. -That is all.

No further questions.

Your witness.

No cross-examination.

You are in charge of the ballistic section of the police department.

Yes, sir.

Have you, in the course of your duty,

had occasion to examine the exhibits which have been marked

as Exhibit A and Exhibit B?

Yes, sir.

Can you state if the cartridge found at the scene of the crime

was fired by the defendant's gun?

Positively, on that table are the enlargements of the cartridge.

The markings correspond exactly

with the markings on the weapon in question.

Can you identify the bullet,

which was taken from the body of the deceased?

The bullet was embedded in the wall, so the markings are blurred,

but it definitely was a bullet from an automatic of that caliber.

Thank you, sir. No further questions.

Your witness. -No questions.

Mail for you, Dantes. -Thanks.

Your lawyer is here.

Hello, Eddie, I got good news for you.

Just had the judge sign the order for your appeal.

You know, just between you and me, I know the right people.

Yes.

Why didn't you use them?

I told you, my wife is the answer to this whole mystery.

Why didn't you put her on the stand?

Look, Eddie, you don't seem to understand how that'd been for you.

Been for me?

What do you think the situation is?

I've been condemned to death in the gas chamber.

There's only one of us that seems to realize that.

Take it easy, don't get excited.

You'll look at things in a different light tomorrow.

Look, we're not licked yet.

Yes.

I'm not licked yet.

Thanks for nothing, Jackson. You've been a great help.

Jailer.

Jailer?

Jailer?

What is it?

Can you please call these people for me?

Tell them it's very important. I got to see them.

All right. -Thanks.

The account number is made out to Edmund Dantes, Marseille, France.

Have you got that? We haven't got much time.

The date is August 7, 1915.

But you weren't even born then! -I know.

Papa, think hard. What can you remember about Eddie's folks?

His father.

Really?

I told the story to Eddie, when he was a little fella.

It's just like now,

Eddie's papa was a French soldier who got killed early in World War One.

Then Eddie's grand-papa sent Eddie and Eddie's mama

here to San Francisco, so no one could hurt them.

Then the grand-papa came along a little later on,

but he died from a heart attack, two days after arrival.

Eddie's mama was a fine woman, but she did not have money,

and she knew she couldn't get help from France because of the war.

Eddie's mama was very sad when she lost her husband in the battle.

She did not seem to want to live.

Then the flu sickness came.

Oh, she was very sick, much fever, crying out all the time.

Eddie has a great name.

She said all the time during a fever:

that Eddie has a great name,

but I thought it was the fever talking.

I didn't pay much attention.

Then...

Then she died.

So I looked after the little bambino,

and I brought him up just like one of my sons.

He grew up to be a fine man. That's all I know.

That's the way I remember you telling it.

It doesn't help to figure this one out, does it?

No.

Account numbers, Edmund Dantes, Marseilles, France.

Marseille is one of the few ports, I haven't touched.

I've got to figure it out.

Look, this is what I want you to do.

Can you see that postmark? -Yes.

Evidently, this guy Mason mailed it weeks before I hit port.

Look him up. Find out what all this means.

You've been in all the newspapers. He should've read about you.

Yes, right. -Why didn't he do something?

I don't know, there are a lot of things about this case that I don't know,

but this is the only smell of a clue I've had.

We'll try to get some answers for you if we can.

Good. Hurry up, I haven't much time.

They're going to ship me across the bay in the morning.

Mama Mia, San Quentin.

Can't your lawyer do something? -From now on, I'm doing everything myself.

You boys better do a good job now, or I'll beat the devil out of you.

Okay, Papa, so long. -So long, thanks a lot.

They seem mighty concerned about you.

They're my friends.

Good things to have any time, any place.

Let me keep you company.

What's up?

Regulations.

They figure you guys do with San Quentin.

Well, we're supposed to keep an eye on you.

You figure I might try to escape, huh?

Just one way.

I get it, feet first.

We've had them take that way out before when they lost hope.

Well, I'm not the type. -There is no type.

Has anyone ever made an escape?

When we used to take them over to San Quentin

by ferryboat in the old days, some of them made getaways.

But not now, huh? -Not a chance.

In the old days, we had several transfer points.

That was bad.

Now we got the perfect one-way setup.

No loophole?

Not one.

You treat those guys pretty good, don't you?

The best is none too good for our guests.

You get a nice protected ride in the sheriff's station wagon.

Over the scenic Golden Gate Bridge through marvelous countryside,

right into picturesque San Quentin.

Right.

What did you find out?

That stuff in the warehouse is nothing but junk.

It's been stored there for over 30 years.

What about Mason? -The news isn't good.

Did you find him?

Yes, only he got his head half split open.

What? -That's right.

The funny angle is it happened on exactly the same day

as the postmark on that letter.

He's dead. -No, but he might as well be.

He's at the county hospital. A paralytic case now.

He can't move or talk.

They say they don't know whether he'll ever get any better.

Who is he? -He's a lawyer.

From what I gather, not a very good one. Some sort of a shyster.

He never had any dough. Strictly small-time.

One blind alley after another.

We went up to Mason's office at 153 Market Street, Building 2.

There's nobody there. -153 Market Street?

Yes. -My lawyer has an office in that building.

He's in the same office. -Are you sure?

Well, he's got his name on the door.

My wife works for a lawyer there. -She knows Jackson?

I don't know. They're supposed to be strangers.

At least they pretend to be.

Well, you sure had a phony defense if I ever saw one from that lawyer.

I know, I told him so, too.

He's got me all set to sit over in San Quentin

waiting for the gas chamber while he pretends to fix up my appeal.

What's his story? -I don't know, but I've got to find out.

I don't know how, but I'm going to.

You know that hole up the Presidio where we used to fish for those

big striped bass when we were kids?

Sure do! Just thought they could beat you. -That's right.

We used to pick up some pretty fish in there.

Still fish there? -No, that was kid stuff.

We operate off Half Moon Bay now.

What do you mean, kid stuff? There's plenty of good fish left in there.

They're picking me up at 9:00 tomorrow morning

in the sheriff's station wagon.

You know where the Presidio Road runs parallel

to the approach of the Golden Gate Bridge?

Yes. -You got to stop me there.

I don't know how, but we'll find some way. -Fine.

Do you want some clothes? -Yes.

My new suit, my hat, my briefcase, bring me the whole bunch of them.

Right, you can count on us. -All right.

Well, we better get going.

Mama doesn't like us to come home late for dinner.

Yes, I remember.

See you, Eddie. -I'll be seeing you.

So long, thanks.

It looks like the end of the road.

There's always a chance. Lots of appeals come through.

What time is it?

It doesn't make any difference where you are going.

It's 9:15.

Calling all cars! Calling all cars!

Prisoner made break from San Quentin station wagon,

500 yards west of Golden Gate Bridge approach.

Last seen in light-colored Packard, four-door sedan.

Block all bridge exits.

The prisoner is Edmund Dantes, a convicted murderer.

Height six feet two, brown hair, gray eyes, age about 30.

Check all railroads, bus and airplane depots.

Block all highways.

A car is coming!

It's okay now.

Here.

I smell the mothballs. -Mama had your clothes packed up.

Mama is an angel. -Why the good clothes?

The cops are looking for a sailor, a hangdog, sneaking around alleys.

That's exactly what I'm not going to be doing.

Don't worry, Eddie, Papa has got a check.

We're going to ship you out of the country and you'll be safe.

No sorry, I can't do that. They'd be after me the rest of my life.

I got to go back there. I've got to tackle this thing now.

Another car.

Sorry guys, for bringing you into this.

Forget it! You're our friend, aren't you?

You are.

What good is a friend if they can't help you when you need it?

Eddie, if you go back to town, you are crazy.

By now, every cop in San Francisco has memorized that pan of yours.

They'll comb every alley. -You're right.

Good clothes and cleaned up.

Nine out of ten cops won't give me a tumble.

What are you going to do?

I will talk to my wife.

She's got the answer to some questions, I'm going to ask.

How can you be so stupid? -Cops aren't dumb.

That's exactly what they figure you'll do.

Half the plain-clothed men in town are planted around her right now.

I know, that's why I want you two to follow her.

Find out when she leaves the office, where she eats and keep me posted.

Where? -I'll be at the Fairmont Hotel.

The Fairmont Hotel? Now I know you're nuts.

Nothing but the best.

I'll be registered as Bernard Ainslie,

vice president of the International Equipment Corporation of New York.

You've got it? -Got it.

Well, I guess even vice presidents have use for this stuff.

Papa sent it. -Thank Papa for me.

God bless him.

Good luck, Eddie. -Thanks!

Could you get me a taxi, please? -Yes, sir.

Eddie! -Your order, please?

Coffee, please. -Just coffee.

How are you? How have you been?

You must be mad! -I'm listening, cut to the point.

I had a plain coat on my trail every time I step on the street.

Had a nice vacation?

You know, I was in Mexico once. I found it a fascinating place.

Tell me what's behind this, and this time I want the truth.

Eddie, believe me, I didn't know it would go this far.

My name is really Jean Turner,

but that's only a coincidence.

Possibly, that's where Jackson got the idea in the first place.

Do you work for him? -I work for Jackson and Mason.

Mason isn't exactly an angel.

Shady, and he's tricky, but he hasn't the courage to be dangerous.

Jackson has.

What's the racket?

Hunting heirs and swindling beneficiaries.

It's part of it. -How do I fit into that?

When they discovered that you were an heir to a fortune.

Me?

Who left it?

Come on, tell me the details.

I don't know all the details.

What do you mean, you don't have the details?

You worked for them, didn't you?

You had your reasons for marrying me.

It certainly wasn't love.

It wasn't for love?

No, it wasn't for love then.

It all started when Benson, the man you were convicted of killing,

came into the office with a warehouse receipt.

A warehouse receipt, wait a minute.

Is this it?

That's it.

Mason told me he was going to fool Jackson,

that he was going to handle this case legitimately

and that the attorney fees would keep him for the rest of his life.

He thought it was a good joke on Jackson.

Jackson somehow got wind of it.

Go on, go on, what happened?

Jackson checked on you completely and waited for you to arrive.

He staged everything.

Everything, except my...

My falling in love with you.

Eddie, you've got to leave, it's too dangerous!

I'm running that risk, talk fast.

Please believe me, I'm not lying.

You know, I do believe you,

but you still haven't told me how you got mixed up in this.

Well, had a half check-in session in a nightclub,

and I was stupid enough to act as...

Well, I suppose you'd call it a post office for a smuggler,

but I didn't have any idea what those packages contained.

I just passed them on.

When the peddler was arrested, I...

Jackson was his lawyer, and he threatened to expose me.

I was frightened out of my wits.

Whatever he told me to do, I did.

I was too scared to disobey.

It's very pretty.

You marry me, I get framed for murder.

I die in San Quentin, all legally and nicely,

and that fortune you speak of goes to you.

But I wouldn't have gotten a fortune.

Jackson made me sign papers that gave him power of attorney.

Oh, that's great.

That means as long as I'm alive, you're safe.

With me out of the way, you're the next one.

I hadn't thought about that.

No.

There are a lot of things you didn't think of.

I was all confused, but I'm all right now.

I'm going to the police. -They won't believe you.

Maybe not, but I'm going to go anyway. -Well, you better leave.

I'll get in touch with you as soon as I can.

Here,

take this.

It's the key to Jackson's office.

You'll have trouble breaking into the file,

but you may find something there that will help you.

How do I know this isn't another one of your tricks?

There's a $5,000 reward on you.

To collect it. All I have to do is call Norris.

I'm sorry.

I'll wait here until Norris takes after you.

Don't worry about Norris. I'll have him take me in.

Miss? Check, please.

The doctor won't be in until later.

You may see your uncle only a few minutes. Visiting hours are almost over now.

Is he...

His mind is sound, but he's otherwise completely paralyzed.

I know he'll be glad to see someone of his family.

Pardon me.

I'm Edmund Dantes.

Did you send me this?

You can move your eyes.

Back and forth.

Move them from left to right,

and move them from left to right for yes.

Do you understand?

That's it. Try right to left for no.

That's fine, right to left for no, left to right for yes.

That's right.

Did you send me this?

Is there something of value in that warehouse?

Does it concern me?

Does Jackson know what it is?

Is Jackson the one that slugged you?

Is he my enemy?

Do you know anything about the murder of Matthew Benson?

What's in that warehouse, Mason?

Look, we'll do it as an animal, vegetable or mineral game.

Is it an animal?

I'm sorry, sir, you'll have to leave. -Couldn't I stay a little longer?

Hospital regulation. You may return tomorrow.

Remember, we don't want to excite our patients.

Of course, good luck.

I'll be back uncle Henry.

What are his chances?

Will he ever talk again?

In time probably.

He's showing some improvement.

Of course, you can hope for nothing more than partial recovery.

How soon?

Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps six months from now.

Call for Miss Hendricks. Call for Miss Hendricks.

Excuse me. -Certainly, thank you.

Put it on 28, Mary.

Hello?

Yes, as well as may be expected.

Oh, his nephew came to see him and just left.

What was that?

Well, about 30, I should say,

six feet two,

brown hair, and gray eyes.

Yes, I'll tell Mr. Mason.

That was your business partner calling.

Mr. Jackson wanted to know how you were getting along.

Fine, aren't we?

That's my story and how I came to know Eddie Dantes.

Well?

What can I say?

Maybe she's on the level and maybe she's not.

Her story certainly fills out certain points

I never did feel quite right about.

Dantes's case always had too many loose ends to suit me.

If I'll go along,

if I ever saw a defense attorney throw his case,

it was our friend, Earl Jackson.

I've got nothing to lose.

It's your neck that's sticking out, sister.

A long way and I'm guaranteeing nothing.

Remember that.

I'll take my chances now.

Is that waiter still hanging around outside?

Probably, he's been sticking on her trail like glue for the last few days.

Don't let him know I'm in.

I'll have the boys cover you,

and when she shakes you, don't let it look too easy.

Right. -Okay, on your way.

And what comes next?

The usual, I guess, up all night.

Look, Mrs. Dantes, if you really have anything to tell us,

I wish you'd tell me.

Perry may not be back before evening.

No, I'll come back.

What is this? -You were going to stool pigeon on us!

Let me go! -Take it easy.

Very good advice, Mrs. Dantes.

What are you going to do? -Two things and you're the second.

Let's go, Charlie.

Now reporting the local scene,

unremitting police search for San Quentin fugitive Edmund Dantes,

whose spectacular escape en route to the penitentiary

sparked the city's most intense manhunt in years,

was highlighted by new violence this evening.

Dantes's ex-lawyer, Earl Jackson reported to the police

that Dantes's wife had phoned to tell him she was going to meet her husband,

who had threatened her with death if she fails.

Mrs. Dantes has disappeared.

The second climax of the past 12 hours was the murder of attorney Henry Mason.

A paralytic patient in the county hospital.

A man masquerading as Mason's nephew, was identified by nurse Alma Hendricks

as Edmund Dantes, who had called earlier in the day.

Inspector Michael Perry, in charge of the manhunt,

had declared that every available officer on the force

has been assigned to search for the killer,

and now for the sports news.

The Eagles won another game tonight, 3 to 2.

Give us five minutes, Tyson, and then bring her up the office.

Okay, chief.

Hello, Tyson. This is Jackson, now, get this straight.

We picked up Jean before she could spill to the cops.

No, no, she didn't talk to Norris.

She was waiting around to see Perry, but he wasn't there.

Look, she's over at the Apex Warehouse. Get over there and take care of her.

I don't want her around. Do you understand?

All right.

What about Dantes knowing that we've got the dame?

He'll find out when we get to the warehouse alley.

He can't spot us in the window, can he?

He probably watched us drive away and thinks we're gone.

There he is.

Easy sister.

Let's go to the Apex Warehouse.

Tyson, you stay here with her,

and don't you try anything funny.

Honey, you heard what the nice man said. So don't try anything funny.

Because I ain't got the heart to slug a dame.

Especially a beautiful dame.

You know, I'm single.

I can understand that.

Oh, because I can't get a dame, huh?

I'm fickle.

Yes.

I told you to stay in the car. -I come here blowing a hole through you.

I couldn't help it. I had a temper. She got a little rough,

but I didn't hit her too hard. She's on fire, where we want her.

All right, the two of you stay here.

Bon Appétit!

Let go!

Take this! -Good!

Hold, we're the police!

Stop or we shoot!

This way, please.

It might have worked if your wife hadn't been willing to gamble

her freedom for yours.

Inspector,

that was the advantage to clear it all, that there would be no charges.

You know, I thought something had gone wrong

when I saw you walking right into Jackson's guys.

Sometimes cops aren't so dumb, they saw you shake Norris,

but Jackson didn't know we had you covered every minute

from the time he picked you up.

Five squad cars on call too, but it got closer than I figured.

These are the rest of your goods. -Yes, thanks.

That all seems awfully foolish for this junk.

It's hard to believe that murder is done for a warehouse full of junk

and building material.

Tell me, inspector, if this stuff has been here for 30 years,

why hasn't it been sold for storage charges?

We checked on that.

The original owner gave instructions that everything could be sold

for storage charges, except the chandeliers and wooden columns.

Chandeliers and wooden columns, aye? -Oh!

Wait a minute.

Look at this!

Inspector, Jean.

Look! -What are they?

Diamonds, rare stones, emeralds.

This broke, it's a chandelier, but this didn't.

They're precious stones.

Diamonds, rubies, sapphires, look!

Jean, where are you going?

What's the matter?

Nothing, except I wish you didn't have so much money.

Well, I think you'll get used to it.

Eddie! -What?

Papa has something to tell you.

Now? -Now.

Please, I'm going to cook a big dinner.

Spaghetti for everybody.

Everybody come, eat plenty.

Drink good wine, be happy.

You too, Mr. Flat-feet.

I'll come, but I won't eat your spaghetti and I won't drink your wine,

and I won't be happy, but I'll come.

You come, but you don't eat and don't drink?

No, occupational disease. I must watch my ulcer.

Oh, that's it?

That's all right, bring him, too.

Thank you, Papa, we'll be there.

Now, would you mind very much if I kiss Jean?

It's all right, go ahead. -Thank you very much.

You still are my wife.

Technically.