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Ma'am, would you
excuse me, please?

Thank you.

May I help you?

Why, yes, you may.

This $20 bill
was deposited by your store

at the bank this morning.

Do you remember
who gave it to you?

May I ask your name, sir?

James West.

Oh, that's perfect.

You do believe in
dynamic numerology, don't you?

Um, I'm afraid
I don't even know what it is.

Oh, well, you see,
your name has nine letters,

which is odd,
and my name has 17 letters.

Oh, it's Priscilla Goodbody,

which is odd-

Oh, I-

I mean the letters.

Well, now you see,

if you divide your name
into my name, you get one.

Carry the eight,
which is even,

from which you subtract
the month of the year,

which is five,
and that leaves you three,

which is a terribly
lucky number, don't you see?

To think all these years
I didn't know this.

The $20 bill-

Do you remember
who gave it to you?

Huh? Oh, yes,
of course I do.

We don't get many
$20 bills.

It was Mr. Bronzini.

Do you know where
I can find him?

Well, I think he stays
at the Clark House,

where all
the traveling men stop.

He's a salesman?

I guess so.

About two or three times
a month

Mrs. Moore has me
send him special orders

when he's out of town.

Aside from the fact
that Mrs. Moore

has five letters
in her name, who is she?

She's manager and owner.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

You know,
you've changed my whole life

through dynamic numerology.

Thank you very much.

Goodbye.

Mr. Bronzini?

The case.

The case.

There's a fire in there!
Get some water.

Gentlemen,
as director of this mint,

I think I can speak
with authority

when I say that
this country is faced

with a catastrophic situation.
Catastrophic!

Mr. Farnsworth,
my chief assistant.

Mr. West, Mr. Gordon,

working out of
secret service.

How do you do?
Mr. Farnsworth.

Gentlemen.

Read those figures, Bert.

The range and scope
of the Rembrandt file.

Oh, I might mention,
gentlemen,

that the "Rembrandt" file
is the code name

we've assigned
the counterfeit product.

Ah.

Go ahead,
Bert.

"Cheyenne,
only $5 bills passed.

"Sioux Falls only tens,

Tucson only twenties,
and in Houston only fifties."

Now, since three weeks ago
when the operation started,

there's never been a week when
more than $100 worth of product

has been passed
in a given city.

What do you make of that,
gentlemen? Hm? Hm?

Sounds like a lot of
out-of-town dress rehearsals.

Exactly. Exactly.

You've got a hunch
that opening night

could turn out to be
quite a bit moneymaker.

Gentlemen, I know I shouldn't
get so emotional about this,

but my job is to oversee
the production

of a unique product,

which we turn out
with such finesse,

artistry,
attention to detail,

that no competing product

has ever even come close
to matching.

Until Rembrandt, that is.

This stuff is giving you

that much of
a run for your money, huh?

At any other time,
I'd appreciate that, Mr. Gordon.

Not now.

You see, this country
has never been put to the task

of seeing whether
it can survive the infiltration

of millions and millions
of dollars on its economy.

Millions of dollars
that even an expert

would have trouble spotting
as counterfeit.

You know,
it would help us

if we could borrow
some of those for a while.

Take them all.

Well, thank you,
Mr. Lennox.

Tell me, with regard
to the brilliant competition

you've got
in this matter,

do you have any idea

who the guiding genius
might be?

Abby.

Ah.

You forgot to take
your pill again.

Mary, may I present
Mr. West, Mr. Gordon.

My wife Mary.

Hello, gentlemen.
How do you do?

Hello, Bert.
How nice to see you again.

I can always tell
when my husband forgets

to take his pill-

he starts pounding
the tables, even at home.

Oh, dear,
I'm interrupting

one of your high-level
discussions.

No, not really, dear.

Mr. West and Mr. Gordon
were just leaving.

That's quite right,
Mrs. Lennox.

Are there any
last comments

you'd like to make
on the case, sir?

I'm afraid that's the crop,
gentlemen.

Good day.
Good day.

Good day to you,
sir.

Artie, why don't we go
to the horse's mouth

for the information
we need?

You know, that's exactly
what I was gonna suggest.

Beautiful-

a symphony
of inspired intaglio.

The engraving, the printing,
the registering.

All worthy
of Rembrandt himself.

I didn't know that Rembrandt
went in for forgery, doc.

The one I'm talking
about did.

The towering genius
of counterfeits.

He taught me everything
I know about this craft.

Harry Holmes.

And, uh, this is
a genuine Harry Holmes?

Well, it couldn't
be anything else.

Notice the unique
delicacy of line,

the subtle coloring
of the ink,

the masterful imprinting
of the watermark.

One last question, doc.

Where would Harry Holmes
be operating now?

Ah, where, indeed.

Eight years ago,
I had the mournful job

as serving as pallbearer

when we laid his poor,
tormented soul to rest.

Dead, huh?

You wouldn't be kidding us,
would you, doc?

Why, Mr. Gordon,

would I kid the two gentlemen
who sent me up?

You know, Artie,

Dr. Keyno's never lied
to us before.

I know.
All the same,

I'm checking Washington
on Harry Holmes' funeral.

Yeah.

Artie, you don't, uh-
You don't suppose

that the old man took those
engravings with him, do you?

Wouldn't that be
an interesting thought?

You better have a long chat
with Washington

because if someone
got ahold of those plates,

someone that knew
how to use them...

Mm-hm.

Artie, I'm starved.
What do you say we have lunch?

That's a great idea.

There's an aged sirloin
and a marvelous bottle

of Chateau Rothschild
in there.

No, why don't we
go out for lunch today?

I know a place
that serves memorable food.

Your treat?

Yeah, my treat.

Listen,

next time you
invite me to lunch,

remind me to eat first,
will you?

Artie,
you're a snob.

You've got to think
that a hot dog is a-

A portable steak.

It's all
in your mind.

Yeah, well, this one's in
the pit of my stomach.

To stay.

Artie, we know
that Bronzini

was a part
of this circus.

Yeah, but we don't know that
Flame-o, his murderer, was-

Uh, excuse me.

Could you tell us where we could
find Colonel Housley, please?

Red trailer over there.

Oh, thank you.

Just let me catch you bums
fighting once more,

and I'll bounce you both
so fast your ears will flap.

Now get outta here!

Since we open
in two weeks,

publicity for Salt Lake City
should start no later than-

March outta here.

I ain't auditioning
any acts today.

I think you need
a wire walker.

I got one.

You had one.
He's dead.

That's all I can tell you
about Bronzini.

As I said,
he was a loner,

kept pretty much
to himself.

Did he get much mail
when he was on the road?

No, only packages
as I recall.

Hey, de did give you
a present once.

Wasn't it
something to wear?

A petticoat.

Oh, but don't get
the wrong idea.

He used to hand them out
to all the girls.

Oh, fast man with
the dainty things, huh?

I'll say.

I bet he gave one
to every girl in the circus.

Well, maybe with
the exception of Lola.

Why not Lola?

someone paging me?

Strange, isn't it?

That circus
played Sioux Falls,

Cheyenne, Tucson
and Houston.

The play dates
in each case

coincide exactly
with the appearance

of counterfeit money
in those towns.

And in each of those towns,
we know that Bronzini

gets a package
from Moore's Emporium.

Right. Now, that accounts
for the little presents

that he gave
to all the girls,

but brings up
another very big question.

I mean, if all he was doing
is giving them little gifts,

why have it shipped
all the way from Denver?

I mean, why not pick up
his presents on the road?

Suppose there
was something more

than ladies lingerie
in those packages.

You mean like
counterfeit money.

Yeah. Neatly wrapped
in ladies lingerie.

That'd make
a very nice tie-up

between Bronzini
and Moore's emporium, all right.

You think that's where
the bogus money's being printed?

I think that's worth
looking into.

You've been there
already, haven't you?

I think it's my turn now.

I'll go back
to the circus,

see if Bronzini
left anything behind.

Fine.

Oh, uh, Jim.
Mm-hm?

What was the name of
that woman

that took care of you
at the emporium?

You know, the one
with all those numbers?

Oh, yeah,
it's Priscilla Goodbody.

But don't bother, Artie.

I've already got you beat
by two letters.

Not this gentleman,
you don't.

When did Colonel Housley
hire you?

He didn't.

He didn't?
You'll be killed.

Here, use this.

Just crack the whip
in front of his face,

but don't hit him.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.
Thank you, um...

Erika.
Erika.

I ought to have you
arrested.

You had no business being
in here in the first place.

And if it was up to me,

I'd have Colonel Housley
throw you in jail.

Wait a minute,
you are hurt.

I'll go get something
for that.

Here you are,
Mrs. Folsom.

Oh, and here's
your change.

Oh, dear, it isn't
as easy as it used to be.

Thank you,
and do come again.

Yes, sir?

Oh, hello.

How nice
to see you again.

I- Oh, no.

There was another

very attractive young lady
that took care of me

the last time
I was here.

I think you must be
referring to Miss Goodbody,

who only waits on customers
during the day.

Ah.

I'm Mrs. Moore.

Perhaps I can help you.

Well, what a charming
prospect.

Well,
as a matter of fact,

I'm so fortunate
that you're open this evening.

I was looking for something
in petticoats.

For my wife, of course.

Oh. Oh, well,
in that event,

may I suggest, um-

Oh, uh, this full-fashioned
batiste, you see,

with the white eyelet here,
the ruffles?

Oh, my,
isn't that marvelous?

Oh, she'll adore that.

And now,
what is she, 12, 14?

Mrs. Moore, my wife
is a fully mature woman.

Oh, I was referring
to her size, not her age.

Oh, of course.
Her size.

Oh, how foolish of me.
There I was-

Well, now, let's see.

I would say
that she's about, uh-

Oh, roughly about, uh...

Uh...

Mrs. Moore,

if I may be permitted,

purely in the interest
of accuracy.

Oh, yes.

Oh, I would say
that your waist

is exactly the same size
as my Charlotte's.

Well, really,
in that event,

your wife is
a perfect 42.

Yes. Fine.

Oh, dear.

Oh, my.

Oh, dear.

Ah.
There you are.

Oh, thank you.

Oh.

Now, this won't take
a moment, Mr. Uh, uh...

Gentry.
Oh.

Emerson P. Gentry,
after the poet.

Oh, here we are.

Your change, Mr. Gentry.

Um, that's perfectly
all right.

Why don't you just,
uh, keep the change?

Are you feeling
all right now?

Was I lucky
it was only a scratch.

Of all the unbelievable
things to do,

Wandering into
a lion's den.

I didn't wander
into a lion's den

any more than Daniel
did his.

I had help.

But why? Who could have done
a thing like that?

Maybe the same
circus types

that murdered Bronzini.

I didn't know that.

You're a policeman?

Yeah, sort of.

How well
did you know Bronzini?

I despised him.

He had
a waxed moustache,

and eyes like a pair
of shiny new marbles,

and a lifelong love affair
with himself.

Well, there was at least
one woman

that didn't
despise him.

Can you recall ever
seeing him more than once

with the same woman?

Now that you
mention it, yes.

Well,
can you describe her?

Funny...

now that I think about it,

she was always
sitting in the shadows.

Or her back
was always turned.

Almost as if she didn't
want to be seen?

Mm-hm.

But I remember she had a habit
of playing with her earring

as she talked
with Bronzini.

Playing with
her earring?

You know, like so.
Sort of a nervous habit.

Anything else?

No, no. Thank you.

Come to think of it,
you saved my life.

Forget it.

Well, nevertheless,

it's always
good manners to say...

thank you.

Don't mention it.

Let's try it once more,
Mr. Gentry-

or whatever
your name really is.

Where did you get
this $20 bill?

My dear Mrs. Moore,
I have already told you

I got it in Wichita from
a tobacconist named Thwing,

I believe,
Lionel J. Thwing.

Tsk, tsk. That's not
the right answer, I'm afraid.

Well, how could you
possibly know?

Because this is
funny money, Mr. Gentry.

I know
because we make it

in our own funny factory,
you see?

And I also know
that none of the bills

have been passed
east of Denver.

So that makes you a liar,
doesn't it?

All right, boys,
he's all yours.

No, hold it.

No, y-y-you're right.

I, uh- I-I-I didn't
get it in Wichita.

I, uh- I got it
right here in Denver.

Where?

Well, there's this...
character I know

named Bronzini.

I spotted it
in his hotel room.

He had a bundle of 'em.

Go on.

Well, I-

I just liberated
a few of the twenties

while he wasn't looking.

That's the truth.

Honest.

You know, I'm inclined
to believe you.

Mr. Gentry,
do you have any idea

what the rest
of those bills were doing

in Mr. Bronzini's room
to begin with?

Well, uh...

I mean,
just a shot in the dark-

I'd say he was one
of your passers, right?

Quite so.
Only, Bronzini was greedy.

He kept
a few of those bills.

And if that wasn't enough, why,
he forgot which bill was which

and he spent one
of the twenties in my shop.

And a silly salesgirl
took it to the bank

with the rest
of the day's receipts.

Now, that was
definitely a mistake.

Uh...

a fatal mistake?

Well, naturally,
we had to discipline him.

Mr. Gentry,

now, where are the rest
of those twenties you liberated

from Mr. Bronzini?

Oh, I-I-I got 'em
right here in my bag.

I'll get 'em for you.
I got 'em right here- Aah!

Mr. Gentry,

don't ever try to teach your
grandmother how to suck eggs.

I'll get them
out of the bag for you.

Put it on the counter, boys.

I was only trying
to help.

Kill him!
Kill him!

Well, at least we're
certain of two things.

Moore's Emporium
was a clearing-house

for that counterfeit ring,
and Bronzini was their passer.

He just got a little greedy,
that's all.

How long before you got back
with the police, Artie?

No more than ten minutes.

In that time someone had
cut them loose

and they'd all skipped.

I went over that place
from attic to basement.

There's no sign at all
of any printing equipment.

And here we are
with a key for Bronzini

from some lady unknown.

To open a door...
equally unknown.

I tell you,
I can guarantee you one thing-

This doesn't open any
of the doors at the emporium.

Well, I couldn't find anything
that it fit at the circus.

You know,
we're doing fine.

So far we've done nothing
but wind up in dead ends.

Yeah, but, Artie,
look at the bright side.

We've got
someone terribly worried,

because someone tried
to kill me at the circus.

Yeah, that's a comfort.

Chances are they'll
try to do it again too.

I just wish I knew how long
it'll be before they do.

At least we know they're
on their way to Denver,

So it won't be
too much longer.

That's exactly
what I was thinking.

Look,
is there any chance

that the circus might be
where that printing press is?

No. No, there's no place
to hide it and besides,

there are too many people
around there for comfort.

I think, Artie, that that
printing press has got to be

someplace near
that dress shop.

Yeah, we know
it's somewhere in the city,

but where exactly?

Hello, Arabella.

How was the trip,
dear girl? Huh?

Hawked any hawks
on the way, did you? Huh?

There you are.
Take your rest, dear girl.

This should be it.

"Dr. Anstruther,
Baltimore physician,

present when Harry Holmes died.
Death certificate authentic."

No doubt about it,
Harry Holmes is dead.

"Holmes' daughter was
with him in the last hours.

"The daughter faded
out of sight afterward,

but is now believed to be
living somewhere out West."

Artie, I'd like to know
more about that daughter.

Yeah,
so would I.

Why don't I wire
for a rundown on her?

You know, Artie, the paper
the counterfeiters are using

is so much like
the real thing,

for all practical purposes,
it is the real thing.

I wonder where they-

Hey, that's wild.

But there's a zany
kind of logic about that

that appeals to me.

Why not? If you were
in the bogus money business,

where else could you get
an unlimited supply

of the right
kind of paper?

The mint involved
in this counterfeit plot?

Gentlemen, that accusation
borders on criminal libel.

No one's making
any accusation.

We just want to know
if it's possible

if anyone could be stealing
quantities of paper and ink.

I'm afraid not.

Farnsworth keeps
scrupulous records

of every foot of paper
and drop of ink used.

Fine. May we
talk with him, please?

I'm sorry, gentlemen.
He's in the other wing

where the money
is printed and stored.

That is
a high-security area.

Too high for the United States
Secret Service?

Gentlemen, I'd be delighted
to take you to him.

I didn't see very many
guards back there.

There's little to guard in
that part of the building.

I see.

This is the entrance
to the security area.

Gentlemen.

Mr. Farnsworth,
good to see you again.

I understand
that you keep the records

on the paper
and ink used here.

Is that right?
Quite right.

Is there any other check
on the records?

Oh, yes.
Mr. Lennox checks them.

What about leftovers,
Mr. Lennox?

I mean, ends of sheets
that haven't been printed on.

They're burned in this building
in a special incinerator

under the supervision
of Mr. Farnsworth.

Anything else?

Nor for the moment, no.
Thank you.

Thank you, Bert.

Mr. Lennox, I'd like
to thank you very much

for your cooperation.

Not at all.

And where's Mr. Gordon?

He went on ahead.

Well, add this
to whatever neat little record

you and Mr. Gordon
are assembling:

I bitterly resent
the imputations you've made

about my department.
Good day.

Good day.

Slate!

What in the devil
are you doing in my office?

I said what in the devil
are you doing in my office?

Oh, no, no.
It's not my office at all.

It belongs to one
of the government big shots.

You can always tell
when you're in the office

of one of the big
government muckamucks

because-
Neat as a pin, you know-

Because they don't-
They don't do enough work

to mess it up.
You know?

I've never seen you
in here before.

How's that?

I said I have not seen you
in my office before!

Well, that's because I've never
been in here before.

I just started
working tonight.

A fella named, uh,
Barnsworth-

Was it Tarnsworthy?

Farnsworth?

I think it was
Tarnsworthy.

Farnsworth?

Yeah, that's the name.

Told me to report here
for night cleaning duty.

Well, I have a lot
of work to do,

so take your stuff
and clean up elsewhere.

You said it.

Well, I'm sorry, sir,
but that's all I can do here.

I've got to go
clean up elsewhere.

Hey.

Guard?

Guard!

Yes, sir, Mr. Lennox.

Why was that door
left open?

I don't know, sir.

I don't like it.

Search this room.
Search it.

If you find anyone,
shoot him.

there's nothing here.
We better lock up.

I know it's not polite
to count,

but that's about $20
you've burned, hmm?

I've burned 30.

If they were real,
I'd feel just awful about it.

Now then.

Take a look at that,
Jim.

Now, the ash
on the left was taken

from the incinerator
at the mint.

The one on the right is one
of the counterfeit bills.

They're the same.
Right.

The question is who is snitching
government property?

It's an interesting
question, Artie.

The answer will probably
even be more interesting.

Artie, you cover
the back door.

Look at this.
Tell me what you think.

It's beautiful.

I'd hate
to have to tell

which one is real
and which one isn't.

Ho, ho ho.

That'd be a chore,
all right.

Oh, but it would
never come to that.

Wouldn't it? Why not?

Why, Mary wouldn't
allow it, of course.

"It's all right for you to play
at your engravings, Harry,"

says she, "but it must be
only playing from now on."

You're Harry Holmes
and your daughter Mary-

Is the devoted wife
of the director

of the Denver mint,
of course.

Ah. Leave the gun
on the table, Mr. West.

Clever of you to have
drawn us to earth, Mr. West.

Unfortunately,
that will be the death of you.

You've done some clever things
too, Mrs. Lennox.

Like getting the eminent
Dr. Anstruther

to sign your father's
death certificate.

Actually, that was
quite simple.

I borrowed a dying old man,
a tramp I found,

and since the doctor
didn't know father,

it worked like a charm.

He's become simple
with age,

but his incredible hands
are as sure as ever.

I'm sure you've found that
very convenient too.

Enough of this, Mary.

Let's wrap up Mr. West.

Not down here. Something
like that would upset father.

Very impressive,
very neat, shipshape.

What does your husband
think about all this?

Abner suffers from
a constitutional ailment:

he's a ridiculous fool.

And naturally one withholds
things from a fool.

Naturally.

The less he knows,
the better.

Up those stairs,
Mr. West,

the sight
of your blood

might upset
some of these men.

Nice going, Artie.

Thought you were gonna look for
the back door.

I found it.
It's kind of interesting.

Have a look for yourself.

Stay right where you are,
gentlemen.

Convenient.

Your townhouse
adjoining your workshop.

Now,
what's all this about?

I think you'd better sit down
before I tell you, Mr. Lennox.

Ha!

Mrs. Moore and the whole gang
from the emporium

were apprehended
in Tucson.

They're being brought back
for trial.

Now let's drink
to a happy ending.

I'll drink to pleasant
beginnings.

I didn't know Mr. Bronzini
real well,

but it's still hard to believe
he was part of that gang.

He seemed so nice.

Which only goes to prove
you can't tell by looking.

Erika for instance.

Would you believe
she's a lion tamer?

Well, you should,
for one.

Besides,
it's not that difficult.

You did quite well.

Well, that was
just beginner's luck.

Well, I think that with
a few private instructions,

you could be quite
a good lion tamer yourself.

You know, I always wanted
to be a lion tamer.

Will you be
going back to Washington

now that you've solved
the case?

Oh, no, we're going to be
around for at least a week,

Until the trial.

Well, now,
isn't that nice?

I'm sure
it'll be most pleasant.

And to start it off,

Why don't we have a big evening
on the town, all of us?

Artie.

Yeah?

Unless you want to be in Denver
for more than a week,

I wouldn't spend
that money.

Huh?

That's Harry Holmes'
money.

Well...

how about
some scrambled eggs

and champagne
right here?

I'd love that.
That's marvelous.

Good.