All language subtitles for Woman on the Run (1950)

I give it you
without the hoopla,

Danny boy, the
simple facts of life.

I'm sitting in the crossfire
with the cops on one side,

And Smiley Freeman on the
other, and the both of them

Gunning for me.

So I'm the guy who knows that
you're the one who took the 20

Grand from Smiley to cover
up the dirty killing.

Got a cigarette Danny boy?

Now, my proposition's
quick and easy, Danny.

We split the 20.

Five for you, 15 for me,
and I take it on the lam.

Live and let live's my motto.

Aw, that look in your eye,
Danny's, painful to me pride.

Oh, Danny.

Wait.

Don't kill me.

Danny boy, don't!

Hey!

What happened?

What's going on down there?

Were those shots?

You better call the police.

There's been a murder.

Evening Inspector.

Hey.

Hi, boys.

Always happens in the
middle of the night.

Yeah.

That's Joe Gordon, all right.

Yeah.

He won't be doing
much testifying now.

Convenient for Smiley Freeman.

Yeah.

Fella over there with
the dog says he saw it.

Yeah?

Stenographer here yet?

Not yet, Inspector.

What's this guy's name?

Frank Johnson.

Lives around here.

Claim he was out
walking his dog.

All right, Mr. Johnson.

Inspector Ferris,
homicide detail.

I understand you
had a front seat.

I sure did.

You get a good
look at the killer?

Too good.

That street light
was right on his face

When he got out of his
car and shot at me.

Shot at you?

Twice.

You're lucky he missed.

Think you'd recognize
him you saw him again?

It's not a face I'm
likely to forget.

Pick him out of a lineup?

I think so.

Yeah.

Say what's this
all about anyway?

The dead man, Joe
Gordon, was going

To testify before the
grand jury next week.

That's tough.

Not too.

He had a bad record.

He knew too much
about Smiley Freeman.

You know who Smiley Freeman is?

The gangster?

That's right.

Gordon was our witness.

Now, you're it.

Me?

Yeah.

All you have to do is
identify the killer.

We'll do the rest.

Married?

In a way.

What do you mean, "in a way?"

Are you or aren't you?

Yeah.

I am.

Where do you live?

Right over there.

136 Alta Linda, Apartment 4D.

Pick up Mrs. Johnson
and bring her over here.

OK.

Hey, don't wake her up!

She's not going to like it.

Well, she'll want to know
where you are, won't she?

We're taking you
down to headquarters.

Headquarters?

What for?

Protective custody.

I see what you mean.

Now, where were you
standing when he shot at you?

Oh, right down there.

Show me.

Well, I was right
down there with the dog

When the car drove up.

I didn't pay much
attention to it.

A little bit later,
I heard a shot.

I looked up just in time to see
this fellow, what's his name,

Fall out of the car.

Then the killer pumped
another shot right into him.

My dog barked.

He got out of the car,
started to shoot at me.

I ducked, and he drove away.

What kind of a car?

I don't know.

A light coupe.

They all look alike to me.

Well, his aim was all right.

He was just shooting
at the wrong target.

He thought your shadow was you.

Will you go call Reardon?

Maybe he won't miss next time.

There won't be any next time.

Yeah, but suppose you
don't get a conviction.

Then what?

Do I have to spend the rest of
my life with police protection?

Or to wind up on a
sidewalk like him?

What are you worried about?

He missed, didn't he?

Stay here a minute.

We'll get the rest of
the story downtown.

I hate to get mixed up in this.

Yeah.

It's getting so a
man has to be careful

Where he's looking these days.

Good evening.

Keep out of here, will ya?

Say, I think I dropped my
pipe somewhere around here.

Is it OK if I look for it?

Remember where you had it last?

Yeah, it was right
over here somewhere.

What's the matter, Buster?

Come on.

Get out of here, will ya?

Pick up Smiley Freeman and
everybody connected to him.

Put them in a lineup, see if
Johnson can identify anybody.

I want everybody.

No excuses.

No lawyers.

I want everybody.

Will do.

See if you can pick up
anything on that car.

Somebody may have seen it.

Mrs. Johnson, that's
not your husband.

A man was killed and
he saw it happen.

He... he's right over here.

Sorry I had to get you
out of bed Mrs. Johnson.

But after all, we had to
make sure that he had a wife.

Where is he?

He took up out of here.

Sergeant, pick up Johnson.

The idiot'll get himself killed.

Just like him.

Always running away.

What do you mean,
always running away?

Running away from what?

From everything.

Broadcast description.

White male American with a
trench coat, soft brown hair...

A very ordinary looking
fella, I'm afraid.

Yeah.

Well, how would you describe
your husband, Mrs. Johnson?

I couldn't.

I haven't been able
to for a long time.

May I go now?

Come on, you mutt.

Nice dish, huh?

Nice looking dish.

I want everything shut off.

Bridge controls, road
blocks, everything.

I'll stick with her.

Right.

Did you hear the shots fired?

How could I?

I was in bed, sound asleep.

Find any pictures of him?

No, but there's plenty of her.

Just some tired snaps.

Mm.

They won't do anybody any good.

But keep them.

Books on psychology.

I wonder why.

Has he got a problem?

I wouldn't know.

Maybe he's confused.

Aren't we all?

Pipe smoker.

Mm.

What does that mean?

Nothing.

Oh, he's got two suits,
one of which he's wearing.

What does he care
what he looks like?

Nobody pays any
attention to him anyway.

Not even his wife.

You're really
wasting your time.

There must be at
least 20,000 men

In San Francisco who
answer that description.

How are you going to find him?

There has to be something
different about him,

Different anyway
from other people.

There is something
different about him.

There's something
different about everybody.

And we're going to dig until
we found out what it is.

Now you see our
problem, Mrs. Johnson.

Why don't you help us?

I'm helping.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to answer
a few questions.

Go ahead.

Ask.

Where does he generally
go when he's not at home?

I haven't the faintest idea.

Has he any relatives
in this area?

No.

Who are his friends?

I don't know his friends.

The dog is our
only mutual friend.

You always go to sleep
when he walks the dog?

No.

Sometimes he goes to
sleep and I walk the dog.

Say Inspector, here
are a couple more.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

There's been a mistake.

Release these men at once.

Keep digging.

OK.

Every man between the ages of
35 and 40 who was out tonight

Is wearing a trench coat
and a snap brim felt,

All of them 5 foot 11,
weighing 170, and all of them

Scared to answer questions.

The domestic situation in
this town must be terrible.

Yeah.

Kitchen?

Well, it's got a stove in it.

Don't you eat
anything but dog food?

He's not particular and
I'm lazy, so we eat out.

Where?

Well, let's see.

The corner drug store,
the lobster grill

At the wharf when we're
in that neighborhood,

And when we get real fancy,
Man lo's Oriental Roof Garden.

Those usually.

We're creatures of
habit, I'm afraid.

Check the Oriental Roof Garden.
They'll still be open.

Yes, sir.

2 o'clock in the morning.

How am I going to
explain this at home?

What's going on here?

I'm sorry.

There's been a mistake.

He's sorry.

What am I going to tell my wife?
Come on now.

Come on.

What did you and
your husband quarrel

About tonight, Mrs. Johnson?

We don't have to
have a reason anymore.

Don't you have a decent
picture of your husband?

No.

He doesn't like to
have his picture taken.

I don't want any
photographs of him floating

Around that might
get in the papers.

The killer doesn't know
what he looks like.

Didn't he see him?

No, he shot at his shadow.

Shot?

He shot at Frank?

Twice.

Nobody knows that except the
killer, your husband, and now

You, so let's keep it that way.

It's important.

He's really in danger then?

Worried?

I thought you were beyond
worrying about him.

I didn't say that.

If he doesn't give
himself up, you're

Really going to have
something to worry about.

We've got to protect him.

Like you did the other witness?

Joe Gordon would
be alive right now

If he hadn't had his
lawyer spring him.

Hey Martin.

Here's something.

Description for Frank Johnson.

Husband ill?

No, he just likes
to take medicine.

Well, what are these for?

I don't know.

He just likes to take vitamin
pills, cold shots, anything.

What's up here?

Studio.

My husband's an artist.

Oh, I thought you said he
worked at Hart & Winston's.

He does.

He's in charge of
displays down there.

Oh, window trimmer, huh?

Rembrandt, get down.

You know you're not
allowed up there.

Rembrandt?

It's the nearest we could
ever get to owning one.

Frank's little joke.

He found the mutt sitting
on the street corner

One night waiting for
someone to adopt him.

They recognized each
other right away.

Is this supposed to be you?

Yes.

It was a lovely autumn day.

The wind was blowing
through my hair.

It was all very charming,
but that was four years ago.

That was Frank's Cyprus period.

He had four important periods
in his painting career.

Say, how did you
two ever happen

To get together in
the first place?

I met him at a friend's
house in Carmel.

He wanted to paint
and I was all for it.

I had $5,000 and he had $2,000
in talent, so we got married.

After Carmel, he
became restless,

So we went to Taos, New Mexico
where he painted Indians.

That's an Indian.

Yeah.

Then he got tired of Indians,
so he went to Buckstown,

Pennsylvania where he painted
old Dutch barns with hex signs

On them.

Say, did he ever
do a self portrait?

He didn't like
himself that much.

Oh.

He do these in Pennsylvania?

No, he got restless again
so we came to San Francisco.

Here he started sketching
crummy old characters that

Hung around wars,
missions, and gin mills.

That was his social
protest period.

Then our money ran out
and he had to take a job.

Couldn't sell the stuff, huh?

He wouldn't try to sell it.

Didn't think it was good enough.

These sketchbooks are
filled with good ideas

He never got around to painting.

Well, didn't you
try to get a job?

Why should I?

That's his
responsibility, not mine.

Friends of your husband?

No, that's his
burlesque period.

Now that I like.

It's pretty good.

Yes, but it takes more than
talent to have a career.

You have to have staying power.

Frank's a drifter, so when the
money ran out, we just drifted.

Who's this?

Oh, some dance team
over in Chinatown.

Hm.

Or him?

Oh, he's a retired
ferryboat captain

Who does sand
sculptures at the beach.

Oh.

I know who that is.

That's Rembrandt.

What does all this got
to do with finding Frank?

You just answer the questions.

That is, if it doesn't hurt?

Why should it hurt me?

It's all past and done with.

But you want to snoop
into the remains

Of marriage, that's up to you.

Don't touch that telephone!

If that's your
husband, find out where

He is, but keep on talking.

Hello?

Hello.

Oh, hello Frank.

Trace that call.

Eleanor, there's

Something I want
you to get for me.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but
if I were you, I'd hang up.

The police are
tracing your call.

Hello?

Hello?

He hung up.

Seems to me I heard music.

Wasn't that music?

You didn't do your husband
a favor, Mrs. Johnson.

It's bad enough to be
alone in the big city

With no place to go.

But as soon as the newspapers
hit the streets and the killer

Finds out he didn't
get your husband,

There will be guys
looking for him with guns.

If I had a husband I
wanted to get rid of,

I'd do exactly what you did.

If he wants to run away,
that's his business.

And your business
too, Mrs. Johnson.

I'll be seeing ya.

No wonder the world's
full of bachelors.

A little more needling's
all she needs.

Give her plenty of rope,
but keep her tailed.

She wants to get rid of him.

Women are curious.

Even that dame
will go after him.

Aw, come on.

Be a good fella and let us up.

Who's handling the case?

Inspector Ferris.

Oh, he's a friend of mine.

Is that right, Inspector?

Sure.

We know him well.

Hi Ferris.

What's the scoop?

No story.

How about that Johnson gal?

Is she good-looking?

What
about the witness?

What witness?

Oh, cut it out.

Cut it out.
It's already going to press.

You get a look at the murderer?
No.

What's his wife like?

Any filth?

Lay off the tabloid
sex stuff, Legget.

I'll give it to all
of ya in the morning.

Hi ya, Homer.

No favorites.

Don't scream.

You coming out or going in?

Are you the police?

Smile when you say that.

I'm a reporter.

Oh.

Newspaper men.

Well, you don't have
to say it like that.

Let go of me.

Go away.

Ahh!

Ah.

Are you just going to
leave me dangling here?

Well, you just
said to let you...

I don't care what I said.

Help me get out of here.

Pleasure, Mrs. J. You are
Mrs. Johnson, aren't you?

No, I'm the maid
taking my night out.

Ah.

What magic I possess.

A moment ago, total strangers.

Now, here in my arms.

So it's love at first sight.

Now show me how you got up here
without the police seeing you.

Do I get the story?

After I get out of here?

Follow me then.

Looks like half the
police force is down there.

Must I?

Just look straight ahead like
you did when you got married.

Incidentally, my name's Legget.

Legget of "The Graphic."

We've got a dandy
little sheet all full

Of goo and gore and every... Hey!

Bye.

You wish something?

Gin over rocks?

Rocks?

Is this chair taken, madam?

Why thank you Mrs. Johnson.

I'd love to join you.

You didn't think you were
going to get rid of me

As easy as you ducked
the police, did you?

I'll let you know, Mrs. J, I'm
an old fire escape man from way

Back.

Why don't you get lost?

Now then, how about this story?

You'll get the
story from my husband

When he's safe
and sound in jail.

Oh, but he won't
be safe and sound.

Have you heard of a fella
by the name of Joe Gordon?

Do you wish something?

Yeah, let me
have a bourbon old-fashioned.

Yes, sir.

Why did you come here
tonight, Mrs. Johnson?

Or shouldn't I ask?

Because I like it here.

You didn't by any
chance come here

To meet, say, your
husband, did you?

Or is that a
far-fetched supposition?

Supposition?

I better stop using those
four syllable words.

I won't be working for
"The Graphic" anymore.

Where's your husband,
Mrs. Johnson?

- I don't know.
- Did he see the killer?

- I don't know.
- Shall we dance?

Why don't you drop dead?

OK.

Why don't you be nice
to me, Mrs. Johnson?

Who knows, I might even
be able to help you.

I'm not a bad guy when
you get to know me.

I'm a little obnoxious,
perhaps, but pleasant.

Now then, answer yes or no.

Your husband saw a murder and
took it on the lam, right?

Right.

And you're... you're
meeting him here?

I haven't the slightest idea.

I came here on a hunch.

When he phoned
tonight, I heard music

That could only have
come from this joint.

Something to eat?

No thanks.

No food.

Oh, go ahead.
Try something.

No, really.

Nothing.

So uh... I've got a deal for ya.

You find your
husband with my help,

Give me an exclusive
for 24 hours,

And I'll get my paper
to pay you for it.

Trying to buy me so soon?

First, I'm going
to try and buy you.

And if I can't, I'm
going to try to win you.

Isn't that the reverse
of the usual procedure?

I'm a perverse fellow.

On second thought, Mrs. J,
I find you very attractive.

I might try and
win you right off.

No, thanks.

I'd rather be bought.

Tsk, tsk.

Very mercenary.

Probably good, though.

I like mercenary women.

Money?

Sure.

How much?

Well, I don't know.

A grand maybe.

Is it worth that much?

It will be by the time I
get through building it up.

Frank will need it if
he wants to get away.

I'll bring it with me.

Just tell me where and when.

And you won't print anything
until I give the word.

Scout's honor.

It's a deal.

Should we drink to it?

To the, uh, speedy conclusion
of all our troubles...

Yours, your husbands, and mine.

You got troubles?

You don't look it.

None that I can't solve
now that we're partners.

Hiya Mrs. Johnson.

Hi Sammy.

Sit down.

Meet Mr. Legget
of "The Graphic."

Oh, newspaperman.

Sammy.

You should have
caught the show.

Suzie and I are breaking in
a new act, Chung and El Tito.

It's terrific.

That's spelled C-H-U-N-G.
Anybody can spell El Tito.

Course, we're only
breaking in the show here,

But a little plug would help.

Well, uh, I'll
see what I can do.

Thanks.

Next time you come,
catch the midnight show.

The place is really
jumping then.

I'll be seeing ya.

Bye Sammy.

Night.

Well, I think I'll go home.

Frank won't show tonight.

How do you know?

I just know, that's all.

What are you going to tell
your husband when you see him?

To give himself up.

Maybe I'll give up too.

Leave your flag down.

Eh, you want to go
in over the roof.

No, I'll go in the
front door and give

Them something to think about.

Well, in that case,
I'll disappear.

Let's not give them too
much to think about.

Well, if I need you, I'll
get in touch with you.

Oh, you won't have to get in
touch with me, Mrs. Johnson.

Just look around, I'll be there.

Goodnight Mr. Legget.

What are you doing here?

Well, that was nice
going, Mrs. Johnson,

But the next time you try to get
out, you'll have more trouble.

I've got news for you.

I've just seen your
husband's doctor.

Why?

Aren't you feeling well?

Your husband isn't
a hypochondriac.

He's a very sick man.

He's got a bad heart.

I don't believe it.

Ask Dr. Hohler.

Frank never said
anything to me about it.

Maybe he figured you
wouldn't be interested.

Well, he can walk
into any drugstore

And buy some medicine.

Not without a prescription he
can't, and I've given orders

To every drugstore in town
that none of this medicine

Is to be dispensed
without an order from me.

If he should have an attack,
and not have that with him,

You know what that means.

You can't do that.

If it's the only way I can
get him to come in and testify,

I mean to use it.

But Frank's done nothing wrong!

Oh, yes he has.

He was in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

I thought the
police were supposed

To protect people, not
put them in danger.

All it says in my book sister
is the good of the majority

Has got to be upheld.

And for the good
of the majority,

Frank Johnson's got to testify.

If he gives himself up, we'll
give him a supply of medicine.

We'll protect him.

And if he doesn't?

He'll die of a heart
attack or a bullet

From one of Smiley
Freeman's men.

I don't believe a
word you're saying.

You're only trying
to frighten me.

And I'm getting
pretty sick of you.

Now get out of here!

Of course, if you want
to try to find him,

I won't try to stop you.

But I don't think
you can find him.

I don't think he's
running away from us.

I think he's running
away from you.

I said get out!

I am violating my
instructions from the police

By giving you this
additional supply,

But this gives me
no feeling of guilt.

Thank you doctor.

After the excitement
of last night,

Your husband undoubtedly
used the ampoules

He carried with him.

So you see, my action is
not prompted by kindness.

Such is my reluctance to
gamble with a man's life.

Is his heart really
that bad, doctor?

Frank's condition isn't
any worse than tons of men.

They strained their hearts
running in track meets,

The misguided belief that they
were building up their bodies.

If it were only his heart,
we could control it.

What do you mean?

Well, for the past year, your
husband has had hypertension.

That complicates matters.

Hypertension?

What causes that?

I'm not sure.

My guess is overwork,
unhappiness, anxiety.

But you know more
about it than I do.

Why should I?

But naturally, you must
know about his troubles.

I'm only his doctor.

You're his wife.

Oh yes.

I'm that bitter, selfish,
vicious wife, the cause

Of his unhappiness, the
cause of his failure.

Is that what he told you?

Is that what he tells everyone?

Frank didn't discuss
his private life with me,

Nor do I care to
hear it from you.

I shall explain to you his
condition and that's all.

He has a cardiac condition.

Let's call it x.

Now, x alone is not serious.

He also has hypertension.

Let's call it y.

Now, x plus y is dangerous.

I'm y, I suppose?

I'm not a psychiatrist,
Mrs. Johnson.

I deal only with facts.

X plus y equals
steady deterioration.

X minus y is an improvement.

Now, what you and your
husband do about it,

That's your personal concern.

My only personal
concern right now

Is to get these ampoules to him.

If you see him, tell him
he should give himself up.

It's imperative to take
the strain off himself.

I'll give him the facts.

He can draw his own conclusions.

Oh, finally darling.

I thought I'd never find you.

Now stay right there.

I'll be back in five
and explain everything.

All right, Mr. Johnson.

Come along.

My name isn't Johnson.

Yeah, and I suppose that
isn't your wife either.

No, but I wish it were.

Do you have any identification?

Yes, I have.

My name is Steven
Carruthers, optometrist.

While we're on the
subject, I think

You better have
your eyes examined.

So Frank is a
fugitive from the law?

Well, that's just like him.

He's so adventurous.

Adventurous?

Frank?

Oh yes, indeed.

Uh, sit down, Mrs. Johnson.

I guess you never visited
our workshop before.

What makes you think
he's adventurous?

Oh, but he is.

All the places he's gone and
all the things he's done.

You know, my life has
been pretty uneventful.

Straight from high
school to this job.

From my rooming house
to the street car

And then down here to work.

In the evening, back to
my rooming house again.

But since he's been
here, it's different.

He... he makes my life
kind of exciting!

I never get tired of
listening to the stories he

Tells about his
trip down to Mexico.

When he was wandering around
with all those bull fighters?

And when he shipped off to
Tahiti in that old freighter

And then jumped ship?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I suppose you
heard these stories

Many times, Mrs. Johnson.

I never heard them.

He never told me.

He didn't?

Well, maybe he didn't
want his wife to know.

Oh, I'm sorry if I
talked out of turn.

Of course you haven't.

Shouldn't the mail be here?

Why, yes, yes, it should.

Why?

Frank sent me a
letter in care of you.

Oh, he did?

I don't know what Mr. Anderson
is going to say when he finds

Out Frank isn't coming in today.

You know, he's got a
terrible disposition.

He doesn't exercise enough.

Of course, I don't
either, but then... well,

I'm going to protect Frank.

He saved my job once.

You know, Mr. Anderson
was going to fire me.

But Frank said, if Mr. Maibus
goes, you can pay me off too.

Ooh, they had a
terrible argument.

They even took it
upstairs to Mr. Winston.

Well, we're still here.

Frank was too valuable.

Look, Mr. Maibus.

Don't tell anyone about
that letter that's coming.

Oh, no, no, no.

You can trust me.

Not even the police.

The police?

Are they coming here?

They're very apt to.

But just don't mention
the letter or anything

About my being here at all, huh?

Well, I don't know how good
I am at deceiving people,

But uh, if it's for
Frank, I'll try.

Hey Maibus!

You better get the lead
out and get upstairs.

Anderson's blowing his top.

OK.

I'll be right up.

Is the mail in yet?

How should I know?

Nice people.

Sometimes I think it'd
be better for Frank

If he got himself fired.

What, he doesn't
belong around here.

Look at all the time he
puts in these mannequins.

Say, I just noticed something.

This looks like you.

Very flattering.

Is that the way he sees me?

Well, it may be
a little severe,

But it shows he was
thinking about you anyway.

Yes, and what he was thinking.

Mail!

You've only got two
today, Mr. Maibus.

Well, isn't Frank here?

No, no, he's late.

Was there a letter for him?

No, I just had a new
song I wanted him to hear.

Frank's the only one
who listens to me sing.

Oh brother, have I got
a crush on that man.

Mm-mm!

No letter.

Oh, but there's got to be one.

Well, maybe it'll be
here on the afternoon

Mail at 3 o'clock.

If one comes, hold it for me.

And let's just keep it
our secret, shall we?

Morning Mrs. Johnson.

He didn't show up for
work this morning, did he?

Where's your new pal Legget?

I haven't the vaguest idea.

I wouldn't get too cozy
with that guy if I were you.

He'd crucify his
grandmother for a story.

I haven't found him as
objectionable as you are.

What right have you prying
into my personal life,

Having me followed as
if I were a criminal?

I'm sick of it.

I'm sick of you and
I want it stopped.

Mrs. Johnson, didn't your
husband ever beat you?

Are you going to have
these men stop following me?

The man who killed Joe
Gordon isn't stupid.

If I'm smart enough to
use you as a bird dog

To lead us to your
husband, so is he.

You may be very happy
to have a cop around

Before this thing's over.

That I doubt.

Stick with her.

How could I lose a
redhead like that?

Oh, don't be so
grumpy this morning.

All I'm trying to
do is help you.

Do you know that you
got a little shadow?

Eh?

There she is.

Well, it's a nice
morning for a ride.

Oh, uh, by the way,
here's your letter.

Well, how did you...

Surprised?

Don't be.

$10 and an underpaid store
clerk can get you anything.

Don't you worry about it.

I'll put it on my
expense account.

But how did you know about it?

The menu.
You shouldn't have left it.

It was very careless of you.

I have inquisitive eyes.

Do you always open
other people's mail?

Mhm.

Every chance I get.

Say, did you get a load
of the female impersonator

They've got following you?

No.

Well, let's duck her
and get down to business.

Hey Mac, turn left
on the next street,

Then right up the alley.

OK.

Mean anything to you?

Oh, a lot of things.

Something to go on?

I'm not sure.

What does he mean in
there about the doctor

And the ampoules?

He's medicine he needs.

He has a bad heart.

How bad?

Bad enough.

I just found out.

He's got to have these pills
and he can't get them anywhere.

The police have seen to that.

Ah, squeeze play.

That Ferris is smart.

Will he die?

I don't know.

I spoke to his doctor.

It isn't serious, only
under certain conditions.

Ah.

Eh, explain.

The police will
probably read this note

So I can't tell
you where I'll be.

But if you think back,
you'll know where to find me.

What am I, a mindreader?

Well, he gives you a
clue in this next line.

I'll be out in the open under
the sun in a place like the one

Where I first lost you.

There is no first
in things like these.

This is kind of obscure.

Does he always talk
to you like that?

No, it's our first murder.

You know, Mrs.
J, your husband's

A pretty clever guy at that.

No, you don't think
so, but he is.

He's testing you.

He's asking you to admit that
your marriage is a failure

And that it's your fault.

He's saying that
he understands you,

But that you don't
understand him.

Now listen, Mr. Legget
of "The Graphic,"

I've had just about enough
of the all wise male.

In the past 10 hours, I've met
three men... three men who all

Put together haven't known Frank
for one fraction of the length

Of time I have, yet they all
know him better than I do.

Well, along the way, I've
found out a few things myself.

I found out how Frank Johnson
really feels about me,

That at the first chance, his
first excuse, he took off, ran.

That he didn't even
think enough of me

To confide in me
that he was ill.

Then at the store, in the
faces of those mannequins,

I saw what he really sees in me.

All right.

It's OK if that's the
way he feels about it,

But if he wants
his ampoules, he'll

Have to come out of
hiding and get them.

What did you have
for breakfast,

Cigarette and coffee?

Cigarette.

I thought so.

Take us over to
Lancey's on Fowl.

Lancey's.

OK.

This place has the
best waffles in town.

Butter in every little square.

View's always better
on a full tummy.

How about another one?

Oh, no thanks.

Now that I've got you
softened up, Mrs. J,

There's something
I have to tell you.

You have to find your husband.

No, not for the money I
promised you or my story,

But for yourself.

He's challenged you.

You've got to accept
it or admit he's right.

I really would
like to find him,

If only I could decipher
the riddle in this letter.

Together, we can do it.

That letter's like...
Like drawing a graph.

One line is to trace his
movements from last night.

The other leads
back into the past,

Which you have to remember.

Where they cross?

That's where your husband is.

You need a manicure.

So I do.

You know, this is the
first time in my life

I ever insisted on helping
a woman find her husband.

That I believe.

By the way, what
do people call you

Besides Legget at The Graphic?

Oh, well, people who
like me call me Danny boy.

OK, Danny boy.

Fisherman's Wharf.

Frank used to come here a lot.

I remember once he did
a watercolor of a boat.

A fisherman admired it, so
Frank just gave it to him.

Not to be outdone, the fishermen
gave Frank a big swordfish.

I made a remark about the joys
of living for the barter system

And we had a bitter quarrel.

But it certainly
wasn't the first one.

Do you think Frank was
referring to a quarrel

When he said, "where
I first lost you?"

What else?

Another one started up
here on Telegraph Hill.

Frank did a canvas of
the harbor from here

That I thought was wonderful.

When I told him so, he
insinuated that my taste in art

Ran to.

I said my taste was my own
and I wanted the painting.

So he gave it to me, but he
signed it, "Eleanor's husband."

Without telling
him, I entered it

In a contest they were having
here at the art gallery.

The oil by Eleanor's husband
won first prize, $500.

But do you think Frank was
pleased when he found out?

Oh, no.

He refused the
money and withdrew

The painting... said
he wasn't ready yet.

Sounds pretty stubborn.

Stupidly stubborn.

I wonder if he ever really
wanted to be successful.

Soon after that, he took
the job at Hart & Winston's.

You know, the only
thing we know for sure

Is that Frank was at the
Oriental Gardens last night.

While we're in the
neighborhood, let's drop in.

Yeah, he sat around
this room until we

Came down to do
the 1 o'clock show.

Then he said he was going
to make a phone call.

Then Frank wrote the letter.

He said to get in touch with
you, that he was going to send

The letter to a store,
care of Mr. Maibus.

Hey, haven't I seen
you someplace before?

Shouldn't be surprised.

I've been there.

But didn't he say
what he was going to do

Or where he might go?

I didn't want to pump him.

Say, why don't you try Sullivan?

Who's Sullivan?

He's a grand mick, runs
the bar across the street.

Come on, I'll show you.

You can go down the back stairs.

Now I know where I've seen
you before... last night.

Sure, I was in
with Mrs. Johnson.

No, I mean the picture
that Frank drew.

Picture?

What picture?

Of me?

Well, it looked
something like you.

You know how Frank's
always drawing pictures.

Did he say who this man was?

No, no, he didn't.

I wonder if I should have
told the cops about it.

Oh, well, they'll be back.

The man that was in said so.

Suzie, quit yakking.

Uh, do you still
have the picture?

Maybe I could run
it in the paper.

Yeah, it's upstairs
in my dressing room.

I better keep it though.

Hey Legget, are you sure
you want to help find Frank?

Say, don't forget that
plug in the paper about us.

We could sure use it.

OK.

Take it from the top.

I've got to see our agent.

I've heard about
this place for years.

Never been here before.

What'll you have folks?

You hungry?

Specialty today, corn beef
and cabbage or egg foo young.

No food.

Gin on the rocks for the lady
and an old-fashioned for me.

I think I'll call the paper
and see if anything's broken.

You can get more out
of him alone anyway.

So why don't you wear a hat?

I look funny in hats.

You know you're right?

What is it?

No, I didn't drop a nickel.

Yes, Mrs. Johnson.

Frank was in here last night
just before closing time.

Did he say where he was going?

No, he didn't.

Just borrowed $10 bucks is all.

Maybe I should tell ya.

There was a couple of
fellas in here this morning

Asking about Frank... fellas
that you couldn't very

Well say mind your
own business to.

Is he in some sort of
trouble, Mrs. Johnson?

Some.

He didn't come home last night.

They're all alike.

I've been looking for
mine for three years.

I'm glad I finally
met you, mum.

I often wondered what kind
of a woman was married to,

Not that I imagine he was
too easy to live with,

Being so quiet and moody
and strange at times.

For instance, now,
look at this picture.

Look at the date he put on it.

Frank painted this for
me about six months ago.

It was on Saint Patrick's Day.

But look at the date
on it... March 17, 1947.

Well, I suppose it's
an artist's privilege.

March 17.

That's Frank's birthday.

1947.

We spent the day on the
beach at Cypress Point.

Then we suddenly decided we had
to see the sunset from the Top

Of the Mark, so we
drove to San Francisco.

We had a car then.

We had champagne
cocktails and watched

The sunset over the Golden Gate.

After all, it was Frank's
birthday and Saint Patrick's.

We had a beautiful dinner
at Andre's and Cafe

Diablo at Amigo's.

Then we drove back to Carmel
in the softest moonlight

I've ever known.

Ah, there's nothing like being
young and in love and daft.

To boot.

What?

Daft.

To boot.

Well, I guess
people are entitled

To do crazy things
on their birthday.

This year we didn't.

I went to a movie.

Frank came down here and
painted that picture.

Now I know what Frank meant
when he said someone should

Have been in that
picture with him.

I have a notion if your husband
could have seen your face when

You were telling about that
birthday party in 1947,

He'd have painted
you right smack

In the middle of that picture
with is arms around ya.

Ah, sorry I was so long.

Oh, Mr. Legget of The
Graphic, Mr. Sullivan.

He's helping me look for Frank.

Hi.

Freshen up a little, will you?

Hold the garbage.

You?

No, I'm fine.

Get something?

Something I hadn't counted on.

What?

Frank still loves me.

That's a big help.

I think so.

If it'll help
any, Frank asked me

How early the Army,
Navy store is open,

The one that's down
on the Embarcadero.

Oh, he's getting smart.

He's changed his clothes.

What do you say we cover it?

Oh, I uh... I'm sorry I
was so rude a moment ago,

But it's always
discouraging to hear

A wife say that her
husband loves her.

What do you write,
comic strips?

Oh, never more
serious in my life.

What's the damages?

Oh, it's on the house.

I hope you find
him, Mrs. Johnson.

Thanks.

It's no use looking, honey.

Once they're gone, they're gone.

How'd it happen?

I was walking along
and she almost hit me.

She must have fell from the
Oriental Roof Garden up there.

Who is she?

She's one of the
dancers from the show.

Maybe a drink, Sammy?

It helps sometimes.

No thanks.

Hi Sammy.

Let him alone, can't ya?

I just heard about it.

I'm sorry.

I can't understand
it, Inspector.

Suzie was happy.

We were doing great.

There was no reason for it.

Sometimes we don't know
what makes people tick,

Even the ones closest to us.

I just can't believe
she killed herself.

Well, maybe she didn't.

Inspector, how else...

Well, it could've been robbery.

She might have surprised
somebody in the dressing room.

Did you check her stuff,
see if anything was missing?

No.

Well do it.

Now.

We've been through
almost all of these places

And we still haven't
found a lead on Frank.

Mind if I look at this coat?

That's
a man's coat.

Mind if I look at it?

Take a look.

That's Frank's coat.

Where did you get it?

None of your business.

But that's my husband's coat.

No, it ain't.

It's mine.

Fella came in here and
traded that coat and $4

For a pea jacket and a cab.

When?

When I opened up this morning?

Where'd he go?

How do I know?

I just sell stuff.

I don't watch people.

Shut the door as you go out.

Look.

Well, wouldn't you know.

There he is, just like
nothing had happened.

Ah.

Frank?

Beg thy pardon?

Oh, uh, sorry.

I never knew there was
so many land-going sailors

In the world, all
of them wearing

Pea jackets and seamen's caps.

Beat, huh?

I might as well admit it.

I can't remember.

No thanks.

There's not much sun
left to find him under.

"If you think back,"
he said in his letter,

"You'll know where to find me."

Danny, maybe if I'm alone
I can figure this out.

I've got to go home
anyway and feed the dog.

He's been locked up all day.

Well, sure, sure.

I could meet you
later someplace.

How about picking me up at
the corner of Montgomery

And Union streets
when you're ready?

It's not much out of your way.

All right.

I'll meet you there in an hour.

Uh-oh.

Looks like your shadow's
finally caught up with you.

Are you as tired as I am?

I beg your pardon.

Come on.

There's no need for
spending two cab fares.

We might as well go together.

But... well... uh...

Oh, come on.

At least we'll have
someone to talk to.

As a taxpayer, I thank you.

Hello Rembrandt.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Hi.

What, you again?

Who let you in?

Landlord.

Do you mind?

Oh, no.

Make yourself at home.

I love having cops
move in on me.

Where's the letter?

And don't pretend you don't
know what I'm talking about.

I mean the letter
your pal picked

Up at Hart & Winston's
this morning.

I want it.

Sees all, knows all,
except where Frank is

And who the killer is.

Why don't you go back
to jail or wherever

It is you live and
leave me alone?

Oh, no.

The merry-go-round's over.

This case is going
cold on me and you're

The only live thing in it.

So from now on, I'm
sticking with you.

That's just peachy.

Oh, I'm bushed.

You ought to be.

You covered a lot
of territory today.

My men are bushed too.

You should be more considerate.

Can you make anything
out of this letter?

It's pretty cryptic.

Not yet, but I'm working on it.

This sounds like a guy in love.

You think so?

Yeah.

"I'll be out in the open under
the sun in a place like the one

Where I first lost you."

Then it lays it
right in your lap.

Doesn't it mean anything to you?

I wish it did.

I'm glad you're not
bringing me my medicine.

Oh, don't worry.

I'll find him.

And I'll be right there
with you when you do.

Where you go, I go.

Would you insist upon going
with me if I walked the dog?

I walked him.

Anyway, there's a man
out front, one in back,

And one on the roof.

Fine.

I'm staying right here then.

So am I. We'll just wait
until your husband comes to you

Or you can't stand the strain
any longer and go to him.

Look, Mr. Ferris.

Maybe you're right with
some of the things you said.

Today I discovered a lot about
Frank I never knew before.

In one day what you couldn't
find out in four years?

I guess I was the
one that was mixed up.

A lot of it's my fault anyway.

I haven't been much of a wife.

Well, that's quite an admission
from you, Mrs. Johnson.

Please.

You've got to give me
a chance to see Frank

Alone and give him his medicine.

Then if he wants to come in
and testify, that's up to him.

But it's got to be his choice.

I won't to try to influence
him one way or the other.

Whatever he does is
all right with me,

But you've got to let
me see him alone first.

I believe ya and I'd like
to help ya, but I'm a cop.

If Frank keeps on
running, I'll have

No witness, to say
nothing of a job.

He's hungry.

Couldn't you have fed him too?

He couldn't figure out
how to work the can opener?

Can I use your phone?

Hello.

Ferris.

Anything for me?

Keep it going until
we get results.

I think we're getting warm.

Shaw there?

Put him on.

I'm sorry Rembrandt.

It's the only thing
I can think of.

Mr. Ferris?

Yeah?

I'm worried about Rembrandt.

He was so hungry and now
he won't touch his food.

Well, that's funny.

And his nose is so hot.

Maybe I better take
him to the vet's.

I'll take him.

I like dogs.

Oh, thank you.

Get your shoes.

His temperature is normal.

In fact, he seems to
be in perfect health.

But I'm worried
about him, doctor.

He won't eat.

Maybe he isn't hungry.

Perhaps he should stay here
for a few days for observation.

Uh, may I take a look
at your exercise yard?

Oh, yes, just right out
that door, across the hall.

And doctor, see if you can't
coax him to eat something.

Doctor, I wish you
would look at Emma Lou.

I'm not a doctor.

I'm here for treatment myself.

I beg your pardon?

Well, your wife
thinks you ought

To leave the dog
for observation.

That woman's not my wife!

Ferris was there
when I got back.

He knew about Frank's letter.
Well, that doesn't surprise me.

I knew he'd check there.

Danny, I've been thinking.

Why did Frank send it
to Hart & Winston's?

Well, he didn't
want it intercepted.

Well, why not leave it
with Sammy Chung then?

Or give it to anybody he
knew would bring it to me.

Why Maibus at the store?

You mean you think
there's a reason?

Something you missed?

Yeah, something I didn't
see, something I overlooked.

Driver, take us
to Hart & Winston.

OK.

Worried,
bitter, cynical.

Fresh, eager, and hopeful.

The two Eleanors.

Now I remember!

One day on the beach at Carmel,
just after we were married.

Frank made a
mermaid out of sand.

It was supposed to be me.

And a big wave came
up and washed it away,

And he said, well,
I've lost you.

And I said, you'll
never lose me Frank.

I won't let you.

That's what he
meant in the letter.

It wasn't a quarrel!

This means something to you?

You know where he is?

I'll take you there.

Inspector Ferris
wants to see you.

Why?

Look, he wants to see you.

Where?

Later.

I'm sorry to have to ask
you to do this, Mrs. Johnson.

This man was found in an
alley behind a gin mill

On Embarcadero.

He'd been brutally
beaten to death.

He wasn't wearing a
trench coat, but he

Was wearing a seaman's
cap and jacket.

From what I remember of your
husband, it could be him.

I'm not sure, so
I'll have to ask

You to make a positive
identification.

Let her alone.

There goes the Freeman case.

Two witnesses, two dead men.

That's the way
it goes sometimes.

Eleanor, anything I could
say would just be words.

Danny, that wasn't Frank.

For a quick moment
I thought it was

And I felt things I
didn't know I could feel.

What was I holding out for?

Why didn't I learn
to understand him?

Why don't we give freely
of ourselves when we can?

If only I had another
chance, I thought.

Then I saw it wasn't
Frank and I fainted.

Congratulations on
your performance.

But it wasn't an act.

I really did faint.

Where is he?

At the amusement
park at the beach.

You were there when it
happened, why can't you talk?

That Johnson dame's
a smart cookie.

Yeah.

I wonder where she
got the idea of passing

That stiff off as her husband.

Somebody had... pass him off!

Sure.

The guy she identified was
the second mate off a tanker,

Just been paid off.

Somebody rolled
him for his dough.

Why wasn't I told!

The fingerprint
report just came.

Keep me for a knucklehead.

Get down to the taxi stand.

Check and find out
where they took her!

Hey mack.

Watch my cab, will ya?

I want to get a hamburger.

OK, bud.

Put this on right away.

All units in the Bay
Area, be on the lookout

For one yellow cab, number 323.

License number in the 7
column, 0-9, Frank, 7-6-2.

Left Hall of Justice
approximately 6:30

PM this date.

Right down there beyond that
railing at the sand sculptures.

He's been waiting for me all day
thinking I wouldn't remember.

I almost didn't.

No.

What is it?

Well, I... I couldn't
talk to him there.

There's too many people around.

I couldn't get the
kind of story I want.

I know where I can meet him
and nobody will bother me.

Oh, look at the sand sculpture!

Oh, I had an uncle that
used to make statues,

Only he made them out of ice.

Really?

A small donation for the
artist would be appreciated.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Yeah.

This thing's beginning to boil.

We'll be right down.

We're going to the beach.

Come on Rembrandt.

What my eyes miss,
your nose will smell.

Come on.

I don't like this place.

It's a good spot.

I used to come here with
my girl when I was a kid.

It's more frightening
than romantic.

That's the way love
is when you're young,

And life is when you're older.

I'll tell Frank where you are.

You sure you want to start
over again with your husband?

I'm sure I want to try.

I'm not sure what he wants.

Supposing he doesn't want to.

Then I'll let him
go and he'll never

Know how I feel about him.

You think people can turn
back and you're going to try?

I know better.

You're too cynical.

It's your profession.

It's too late to
change my profession.

OK.

Go ahead and send him in.

I'll bring him.

No.

What's the matter with you?

Don't you still want the story?

I guess I... I got to have
the story, but my way.

You send him back.

I want to see him alone first.

If you want the money,
I talk to him alone.

All right.

If that's the way you
want it, I'll send him.

You fellas get over there
and cover the pier side.

Yes.

Right, sir.

You get up there at the gate.

If Johnson tries to come
through, arrest him.

What charge?

For failing to crib his
dog in a public park.

I'm coming in from the
other end of the pier.

Hey!

How we doing?

$7.71.

Huh?

That's better than I
do on some Sundays.

Thanks for taking
care of things.

You know it's the first
day I've had off in years?

You know what I've
been doing all day?

Riding back and forth,
back and forth between here

And Sausalito on
my old ferryboats.

Look, I can't stick
around here anymore.

I've got to get out of here.

Say, Cap, I hate to
ask you, but... but...

Won't take you very far.

Here's the keys to my
car and the ticket.

You'll find it over
in the parkway.

The tank's full.

Thanks Cap.

I'll get it back to ya.

You better.

Frank!

Hey, pardon me?

Where's Frank?

What happened to him?

Who?

Frank Johnson.

Never heard of him.

Sorry, Mrs. Johnson,
but I had to be careful.

Frank waited all day and said
he couldn't wait any longer,

So I loaned him my car
about five minutes ago.

Where did he go?

Over to the parking lot
on the other end on midway.

Thank you.

I lost a bet with myself.

Did you want to win?

As ordered, delivered.

Late as usual, but delivered.

Let's get out of the light.

Keep an eye out
for us, will ya Cap?

Why didn't you tell
me about your heart?

Well, you know the doctors.

They make a big
deal of everything.

Guess it was a silly thing to
do writing that corny note.

It sounded like you'd
had a couple of drinks.

I had.

By the time I finished
the drinks and the letter,

I was a pretty sad character.

Well, I can't hide
out here forever.

Would you want to?

I could get a job
in another town, huh?

Pretty fair window trimmer.

Pretty good artist too.

We've got to pull out of this.

We?

Yes.

If this excitement hasn't
killed you, I'm sure I can't.

We'll get out of town
where you'll be safe.

Can't go very far.

I've got $7.71.

Borrowed that from the captain.

There's a fella named Legget,
a reporter from "The Graphic."

He helped me find you.

He's promised to give you
$1,000 for an exclusive.

A lot of money for
the little I can do.

Well, his paper must
think it's worth it,

So why look a gift
horse in the mouth?

Well, where is he?

Over by the roller coaster.

Come on, I'll show you.
Hey you.

Turn around!

Do you know an artist
named Frank Johnson?

Who?

Frank Johnson, an artist.

Did a sketch of you.

I saw it.

Could be, but I don't remember.

Oh.

See, I just work here.

Used to be a ferryboat
captain though.

Where?

Over there under
the roller coaster.

Go all the way at
the end of the walk

And duck in around
the scaffolding.

OK.

Here's the ticket and the
keys to the captain's car.

It's parked down at
that end of the...

Yes, I know.

Well, I'll meet you there.

No, I'd better bring it here.

You've got to stay out of sight.

I can't let anything
happen to you now.

Nothing can happen to me now.

Remember that man shot at you.

How did you know?

That wasn't in the papers.

Ferris told me.

Nobody else knows it.

Nobody but the guy
that fired the shots.

You better go now.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Hey Martin.

The prowl car out
at the entrance

Just got word for
you to call in.

Johnson hasn't passed me yet.

Oh, I haven't got time
to talk to him now.

That's McDonald
and Murray's case.

But he says he has some
information you wanted.

Uh, hold on.

Hello Inspector.

Remember you asked me to
check all of Suzie's things

To see if anything was missing?

Sammy, I'm busy.

I... I'll see you tomorrow.

I just wanted to tell you
that nothing was missing,

Except that sketch that Frank
drew on the back of a menu.

Sketch?

Of who?

SAMMY CHUNG (ON
I don't know.

But Suzie said it looked
like that newspaperman that

Was in the club this
afternoon with Mrs. Johnson.

That good notice

He was going to give us
won't do Suzie any good now.

What happened?
Where's Frank?

He's on his way to
meet you, but Ferris

Is here with the dog.

Rats.

Thought that stiff in
the morgue was a plant.

He's a pretty sharp fellow.

Let's get off the midway.

Come on.

They'll never look
for us in here.

But these things make me sick!

Stay in your seats, folks.

Second ride is half fare.

I'll never ride
this thing again!

All right, Eddie, take it away.

Don't stand up in
your seats, folks.

This is the greatest
thrill of your lifetime.

The ride only takes
a couple of minutes.

Besides, when we get to the top,
we can see if Frank's there.

Oh, he must be there by now.

Oh!

I don't see him.

Where is he?

I don't know!

Hey buddy, where do
you think you're going?

The second ride
is only half fare.

Want to go again, baby?

I wouldn't go again
for the admiral!

You stay on for another ride.

I'll go see what's
happened to Frank.

I want to go with you.

No.

With Ferris outside, together,
we'd be too conspicuous.

But Danny!

Ferris traced you here.

If he found you, someone
else could follow you too.

Second ride, half fare.

The lady will go again.

OK, Eddie.

Take it away.

Don't forget Somebody
shot at him last time.

They tried to kill him
once, they'll do it again!

Don't forget.

Somebody shot at him last time.

They tried to kill him
once, they'll do it again!

INSPECTOR FERRIS
Nobody

Knows that except your husband,
the killer, and now you.

Nobody knows that
except your husband,

The killer, and now you.

Frank!

Frank!

Go away!

Frank!

Frank!

Go away!

Oh, Frank!

Frank, please go away!

Frank!

Frank!

Please!

Frank!

Frank!

Frank!

Go away!

Frank?

Frank Johnson?

Yeah?

That you Mr. Legget?

Be careful.

There's a loose plank over here.

I know.

Well, why don't you
get it over with?

I don't have to Frank.

You got a bad heart.

You can't stand tension.

You're going to kill yourself.

Second ride is
half fare, folks.

Take advantage of
the second ride.

It's only half fare.

What's your hurry Mrs. Johnson?

I had
to do it Mrs. Johnson.

That's Legget down there.

Your husband's safe.

Wh... where's Frank?

Out there on the midway.