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- Subtitles - Luís Filipe Bernardes

We'll dock in ten minutes.

Bravo! Bravo!

Señorita.

A toast to the United States and our safe arrival.

And to the finest dancing team in all the Americas and your continuous success.

Gracias. It will be a great pleasure to be in your great country again.

And your friend, I thought he was going to join us.

Oh, yes.

Well, you know how men are.

Probably having trouble with his last-minute packing.

I'll go and look for him.

Con permiso.

- Parece-me nerviosa. - Crees que ja sabe?

Quien sabe?

- We dock in ten minutes, sir. - Never mind, steward, I'll tell him.

Yes, ma'am.

- What's the matter? - Look!

Tell Sparks to notify the harbor officials at once.

Yes, sir.

Here it is. Pier 7.

Why can't I wait out here in the car?

You haven't seen your brother in over five years.

You must get over these antisocial notions of yours, Lefty.

Remember that you're a respectable citizen now.

Besides, it's an occasion. We're going to celebrate. Come on.

Oh, all right.

- But I still feel inconvenient. - Now don't let's get into that again.

Where I go, you go.

There are certain exceptions, of course.

Hello.

Yeah, I know. Like dames, for instance.

Didn't we meet at the Duchess of Poole's party in London?

Must of been some other girl, mister, I ain't never been to London.

What a pity for the Londoners.

- You do as I say! - I will not!

Sorry, no one allowed on board. Police orders.

- Take it easy! - Alright, Chief, but you told me to hurry.

Inspector Donovan, Homicide Bureau.

Good evening, Inspector.

Well, if it isn't the great Falcon. What are you doing here?

- Minding our own business. - Bah.

Now that you mention it, what are you doing here?

Don't give me that. How did you find out about this?

- About what? - The body!

If there wasn't a body, you wouldn't be here, neither would I.

Come on, ignore him.

Consider yourself ignored, Lefty.

That never hurt my feelings any.

Say, what's all this I hear about a body?

- I haven't the faintest idea. - It's alright with me if I never find out.

You're slipping, Lefty.

It's fate. Destiny brought us together.

- Perdona-me, senõr! - How do you do?

Fascination type.

Hey, we came up here to meet your brother, do you remember?

Brother? Oh, yes, yes...

And I sure hope he hasn't got dames for a hobby like you have.

I'm afraid you're in for a disappointment, Lefty.

- Which is Mr. Lawrence's cabin? - Right there, sir.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

I thought you were minding your own business.

I'm so sorry, I must be in the wrong cabin.

I was looking for my brother, Tom Lawrence.

Wait a minute. Didn't you say that guy's name was Lawrence?

Are you his brother?

I'm Gay Lawrence

I'm sorry, but it looks like a clear case of suicide.

Poison.

He left this note.

Is that him?

If there's anything I can do, Lawrence, anything at all.

Nothing, thanks, Timothy.

I don't know what to say, boss.

Mr. Lawrence, I want to tell you how sorry I am.

I only met him on this boat and we became good friends.

This is Miss Diane Medford, she was the one who found him.

I see.

Okay, it's suicide alright, you can turn them passengers loose.

Right, Chief.

Mind if I leave all the arrangements to you?

No, not at all. You get along home, I'll take care of everything.

You know, you and me have been battling for years, but...

...underneath, well, I guess you know what I mean.

Thanks, Timothy.

I don't know what to say.

I just don't know what to say.

Don't say anything. Follow that taxi.

You must be historical!

Come on, tail that cab! Don't argue.

Come on, Lefty, I don't want to lose sight of that girl.

I don't get it. You leave your brother as cold as a herring...

...and go right out chasing a dame.

It happens that wasn't my brother.

Oh, yes...

- What? - I'd never seen him before in my life.

Oh, that's good, what a relief.

Oh, boy.

Where is your brother?

That's what we're going to find out.

Why didn't you tip off Donovan?

I thought Tom might have his reasons for disappearing.

You see, Lefty, that wasn't a suicide.

Oh, no?

Hey, since when have you been sniping cigar butts?

In the cabin.

That's how the job was done.

This cigar reeks of poison.

Poison? La Prima Donna?

Oh, and to think that I used to go for that brand.

The Department will have to send flowers. Poor Lawrence is taking it pretty hard.

He's taking what hard?

His brother's dead. A tragedy.

What do you mean tragedy? He just left here chasing a dame.

What? - Bates, follow him!

Why, chief?

Because they told me I could be the boss and the boss always gives the orders!

You don't mind, do you?

No, not at all, Chief.

- Good evening, Miss Medford. - Good evening, Charles.

Happy to see you back.

- You're just in time for the fashion show. - Thank you.

Darn, if there ain't enough dames in the open market,

you've got to come to the factory.

I saw a familiar pair of headlights down there, Lefty,

You'd better drive around a bit in case Donovan is following us.

Sure, pleasure.

Have you seen Mr. Harrington?

He's right over there, miss.

Check that for me, please.

Now look for yourself in the polish of modern modes.

Or perhaps Savitski will make a print for you.

Certainly, Mr. Harrington.

Paul!

Diane, darling!

- It's nice to see you again, Miss Medford. - Thank you.

You might have met me at the boat.

Oh, after all, dear, I couldn't afford to miss this show.

And these are the first of the new government-approved style.

- If I believed that, I wouldn't care. - Diane...

- I know all about you and Arlette. - Oh, don't be ridiculous.

- I want to talk to her right away. - But you can see she's busy.

This gown is typical of the L-25 regulation.

The use of the two-color material and the embroidered sequin motive...

...give interest to a gown designed with a minimum of material.

Tell her I'll be waiting in her office.

Aren't you Gay Lawrence, the one they call the Falcon?

Guilty. And you?

Oh, no, you wouldn't possibly be a reporter.

- Why not? - You've got a notebook.

Well, I'm a fashion reporter, but I'll get a police piece some day.

I wouldn't doubt it.

It was thrilling the way you solved the Malloy murder case.

Wherever you are, exciting things seem to happen.

- Meeting you is all of that, Miss... - Brooks. Marcia Brooks.

Do you expect anything to happen here tonight?

I'm sorry, but I didn't bring my crystal ball.

Okay, Mr. Falcon, but I'm keeping an eye on you, and don't think I'm not.

Sorry, sir, but these are the private offices.

The showing is in there.

Oh, yes, of course. How silly of me.

Pardon me, sir, may I see your invitation?

I'm, uh... with Mrs. Lewis.

You're looking very lovely tonight, my dear.

Really!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Now may I show you our Victory dress.

Thank you.

I'm happy that you share my own enthusiasm.

It isn't only that it expresses the spirit of the day,

but it shows that we can have lovely gowns and dresses...

...and comply with recent government regulations.

I'm also happy to tell you...

...that the Victory dress has been chosen by Mr. Paul Harrington,

editor of Modern Modes Magazine,

to be featured on the cover of his next issue.

Isn't this a lovely creation?

One of nature's loveliest.

Take a gander of what I seen coming in here.

Oh, interesting.

I'm interested in only one thing, and that's getting out of here.

- Oh, Carmela and Valdez! - How are you?

It is a pleasure to see you, Madame Arlette.

I hadn't dared hope you'd get here in time for my showing.

We have something to ask of you, a great favor.

- Yes? - I know you are so busy,

but we are leaving soon for Chicago to open at the Casino Theater...

And Carmella wants you to create something... something very special.

- Yes. - Your gowns were always lucky for us.

Oh, thank you, we'll do our very best.

Will you excuse me a moment? I'll be right back.

Sí.

I suppose after you shook Donovan,

you came back here and parked your car right out in front.

Yeah, of course, why not?

Don't let Donovan find us here.

Suit's me swell, let's scram.

Yes, but first of all I want to talk to that girl from the boat, Diane Medford.

Oh, I was afraid of that.

It's the only hope of finding out what happened to my brother.

You hold off Donovan for me when he gets here.

Yes, but what'll I do?

Hey, can't you hear them sirens? Douse these lights.

Yes, sir, I'll have them draw the blackout curtains right away.

No time for that. Where's the main switch?

They're here alright. That's the Falcon's car. Stay with it.

Hey, what goes on here?

It's a blackout.

Oh, okay. Put that out, you dope.

We'll have everything under control in a minute.

- What's wrong? - Blackout.

What do you mean blackout? Every light in town is blazing.

What?

What do you want?

We both know that wasn't my brother on the boat.

I'm afraid you'll have to do a little explaining.

That's an unusual ring you have there.

Where did that shot come from?

What happened to those lights?

- Bates, find the light switch. - I'm looking for it, Chief.

- What's the matter with those lights? - Here they are.

She's dead.

- Diane! - Who are you?

- They were going to be married. - And who are you?

I own this shop. Miss Medford worked for me.

She had just returned from South America where I sent her to gather fashion ideas.

Say, Chief, that's the girl that Falcon was following.

I know it, I got eyes too. Search the place, find the Falcon.

- Okay, Chief. - Lock the doors, nobody leaves the building.

Who are you?

Inspector, I'm a reporter, I just happened to be here...

Not now, sister!

- Get in there! - Oh, you can't do this to me.

Here's the guy who called the blackout.

So, you're an air-raid warden.

- Who did it? - That's what you're going to tell us.

- How should I know? - I'll tell you.

You had the lights cut off so the Falcon could sneak in here and let her have it.

- Now where is he? - The Falcon?

He went right home after the boat.

Oh, he did, did he? What are you doing here?

Oh... um, buying a dress for my aunt in Hoboken.

Oh, isn't that just too lovely?

You'll have to think of a better one than that.

Hold it!

Gay!

Welcome home, Tom. What happened to you on the boat?

I never went on that one. I came by clipper from the Bahamas.

Now, what juicy bit of intrigue are you mixed up in this time?

I have some unfinished business with a certain charming young lady...

... by the name of Diane Medford.

- You'll never finish it now. - Why not?

Just a touch of homicide.

Too bad.

Seems only yesterday we were having cocktails in Nassau.

And guess what happened?

The next thing you knew the boat had gone and your belongings with it.

Yes.

She was beautiful, wasn't she?

- I've told you everything I know. - You'll talk when we get you downtown.

That Falcon ain't in the place, Chief.

Okay, he's not here, neither is the gun.

So all we got to do is prove that he was here.

Did anyone here see him?

- Uh... - What were you going to say?

Nothing, I heard of him, that's all.

That's a big help.

He must have made a clean getaway, Chief.

I'm telling you he never was here.

Okay, we'll pick him up.

you can let the rest of these people go, but get their names and addresses.

The models too?

They're already accounted for, and the customers.

Come on, let's go.

Listen, I'm playing ball with you.

I didn't tell the police I'd seen the Falcon here,

now you tell me where he's gone.

Lady, you've made a mistake. The Falcon was never here.

And furthermore, he don't like dames to follow him around.

I've heard otherwise.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

Listen now, you've got nothing on me.

My being here was strictly coincidental.

- Does that mean we can't make a pinch? - No.

You're under arrest.

- What for? - Impersonating an air-raid warden.

How did you get in the country without a passport?

- You remember Stinker Jones at school? - Yes.

- He's from Government House in Nassau. - Good old Stinker.

You know, it strikes me that this isn't just another murder.

There seems to be a pattern of some kind.

People are leaving.

Keep your eyes open.

Whatever you do, don't let the police know that I was here.

Hey, taxi!

What's the matter?

Oh, my friend's had one too many.

Help me lift him into the cab, will you?

Sure.

- Well, doctor? - Some traumatic shock and concussion.

He may stay like this a day, possibly two.

But there's no doubt he'll come out of it as right as ever.

Mr. Lawrence has remarkable powers of recuperation, hasn't he?

- You could do with some sleep yourself. - I've got to find out who did this.

Isn't that a job for the police?

- Perhaps you're right. Good night, doctor. - Good night.

You take it, Jerry, but my brother's not here, do you understand?

No information to anyone.

I understand. Mr. Lawrence receives many telephone calls from young ladies.

We give them the pidgin English treatment.

Hallo! Mr. Lawlence lesidence please.

I want to talk to Mr. Lawrence.

Oh, so solly, but he not home.

You call again some time maybe?

Oh, thank you vely, vely much.

Goodbye, please.

Very effective, Jerry. Who was it?

Hallo?

Mr. Lawlence lesidence, please.

Slow down, will you. This is Inspector Donovan.

I want to talk to Mr. Lawrence.

And if you're lying to me, I'll lock you up and throw the key away.

It's Inspector Donovan calling.

He seems to be positive that your brother is here.

Very well, Donovan, What is it?

Oh, Falcon, eh? That's more like it.

Listen.

I'm coming over there and I'm going to ask you some questions about that homicide.

And you'd better be there.

I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about, Timothy.

I'm already in bed and in the circumstances...

Hello?

He hung up?

He's on his way over here.

Miss Ross!

Miss Ross!

- Here I am. - Yes, that's the point.

Could you manage to be somewhere else for just about ten minutes?

Leave my patient?

I assure it's the patient I'm thinking of.

- Would you mind waiting in the kitchen? - But why?

There's no time to explain now, but it's really very important.

Oh, is it?

Did I happen to tell you that you're a very lovely girl?

If I may say so, Mr. Tom, you have the same technique as your brother.

Oh, he learned from me years ago.

The police?

Couldn't be this soon.

Answer it.

Is Mr. Lawrence in?

Oh, boss is not home. You come back much later, please?

- No, thanks, I'll wait. - Oh, please. He not here.

You come back later, please!

How delightful.

How are you, and who are you?

Marcia Brooks, Morning Gazette.

Oh, a reporter. Tsk-tsk-tsk.

So charming too.

Well, Miss Brooks,

I think the buildings in New York are very beautiful and the women are very tall.

There you are, my dear, you've had your interview, now I trust you'll excuse me.

But I don't understand. Are you a friend of Gay Lawrence?

Definitely. And if you are, you'll come back some other time.

Wait a minute, I know the Falcon was at that dress shop tonight...

when Diane Medford was murdered.

And if you don't let me in on this case, I'll have the police here in five minutes.

I'm afraid you'll be just about four minutes too late, my dear.

They're already on the way.

If you just play along with us, I'll tell you all about it.

- So solly... - Alright, alright, where is he?

Oh, boss he in bed.

He vely bloken up because blother dear.

Boss in vely clitical condition.

- We got a remedy for that. - Yeah.

Very artistic.

I'd be a lot more sympathetic if I didn't know you've just bumped off a dame.

I know, you figured out she killed your brother...

...so you took the law into your own hands, but I'm a cop!

I got a job to do.

Come on, come on,

it ain't gonna do you any good to dummy up, I've got a pat case against you.

Haven't you got anything to say for yourself?

Hey, what's the matter with that guy?

You're just bluffing, Donovan, and you know it.

Huh?

You'll find out whether we're bluffing or not when we get you down to headquarters.

Get dressed, unless you want to get booked in your pajamas.

Say, where's his clothes?

Clothes all gone. Washy-washy.

He means his suits!

- Over there, please. - Well, come on, come, on, get him up.

I've got an airtight alibi, Donovan.

Arrest me and I'll break you off the Force.

Take it easy, will you, I'm only doing my job.

I got two bodies and no suspects but you.

If you didn't do it, who did? Give me a break, just a hint.

Okay. But I ain't gonna quit...

...till I prove you were at the scene of the crime and committed it.

Good night, Timothy.

Did it work?

He fight them vely good. All is vely fishy.

This is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to a fashion reporter.

What do we do next?

I'll tell you.

We adjourn...

...until tomorrow morning.

I'll be here bright and early.

Not too early and not too bright, if you don't mind.

Good morning.

Bossy not wakey up yet.

Sleep, sleep, just like a baby.

Suppose you come back later, please.

Oh, hello.

Bright and early.

I regret, Mr. Tom, that I was unable to convince the young lady.

Number one bossy man try to give pretty lady runaround?

Hm, young lady hungry, like a cup of coffee.

Why, Mr. Lefty.

The newspapers said you were incarcerated.

You know I never drink.

I was pinched, but I beat the rap. Drew a suspended sentence.

- Hello, Lefty. - Hello, I...

Hey, who are you, how did you tag me?

Why, Lefty, you're practically one of the family. I'm Tom Lawrence.

Oh, the Falcon's brother.

You're the fellow that wasn't stiff on the boat.

What a relief to get you pinned down.

- Mr. Lawrence. - Yes, Miss Ross.

Out temperature's normal this morning, isn't that fine?

Hey, what's cooking, what's she doing here?

Take it easy, Lefty, my brother had a bit of bad luck last night.

Somebody tried to eliminate him with a 12-cylinder sedan.

- Was he hurt bad? - No.

He'll be as fit as ever in a day or so.

He's still unconscious, but perhaps you can see him later.

Thank you.

I'll say one thing for the Falcon.

He never started chasing dames till after breakfast.

Well, what are we going to do about these murders?

Murders? Include me out.

Dames are bad enough.

Oh, relax, Lefty. The police probably have the case solved.

Donovan must have traced the gun to the owner by now.

What gun?

Gay said he saw one beside Diane's body.

But we all went into that room one shot behind the police...

...and there wasn't any gun.

No gun?

How would you like to visit the dress shop with me?

What woman wouldn't?

Does that mean that you suspect Arlette?

Arlette, and you, and everyone else who was in that room.

That means Harrington, and the photographer, the dance team...

What do you mean you suspect me?

Oh, run along, run along.

He's almost as bad as his brother.

Only worse.

This ensemble is in rayon and 10% wool. It would look very lovely on you.

Madame Arlette.

- Pardon me. - Surely.

- Madame Arlette? - Yes.

My name is Lawrence. And this is Miss...

Oh, yes, we've met. Miss Brooks of the Gazette, isn't it?

- May I help you? - We just want to talk to you.

Yes?

About that unfortunate incident last night.

I've already given a statement to the press.

We understand, but if you cold give us a few moments of your time.

Why, of course. Won't you come over here and sit down?

"If you'll step over here, Mrs. Wilson, I'll show you that model."

Surely you're not a policeman.

Oh, you might call me an investigator.

You know you're very young and lovely...

...to be the presiding genius of a business like this.

- Eh? - We were going to ask a few questions.

Oh, yes. What can you tell us about Diane Medford?

Only that she was very clever in gathering style ideas

That's not what I meant quite.

What can you tell us about her private life?

Little or nothing. Other people's private lives don't interest me.

Nor does my own.

Usually.

Something should be done about that.

I know you'll never forgive me, but I simply must break away.

I just remembered an appointment I forgot not to make.

The impulsive type, you know.

- Now, what were you going to say? - Madame Arlette.

I'm delighted with my fitting.

Oh, the gown will be magnifical!

Estupendo! No one but you could have created it so quickly.

Thank you. Mr. Lawrence. Carmela and Valdez.

Of course. I've enjoyed your dancing in Buenos Aires and Mexico City.

It has been delightful meeting you, but...

We have much to do, no?

Sí.

- Con permiso. - Adiós.

Madame Arlette, you're wanted in the fitting room.

This is my busy morning.

Are you busy in the evenings?

Particularly this evening?

Nothing that can't be arranged.

I'll call for you then. Eight-thirty?

Well, small world, isn't it?

Yes, and there are some very small people in it.

Get me Police Headquarters.

I'd like to speak to Inspector Donovan, please.

I'll take that one.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What on earth do you want that for?

Just gave me an idea for a dress.

You can never get away from your work, can you?

Or vice-versa.

All this publicity ought to be very good for your business.

Not for the people who buy our night gowns.

Well, I think your troubles will soon be over.

I understand the police found the gun that killed Diane Medford.

Really?

- Where did they find it? - Oh, I don't know the details.

But from what I hear,

it's only a matter of hours before they trace the serial number to the owner.

Who do they think did it?

Oh, don't let's worry about that now.

I'm very sorry, miss, but have you an escort?

Of course, I left him under a table last night...

...and I want to go and see if he's still there.

But, miss, ladies without escorts are not admitted at the Rose Room.

Who said I was a lady?

Tom, darling, am I late?

I'm so glad you found someone to keep you company while you were waiting for me.

Oh, yes... quite.

Well, I hope I've proved amusing.

And now that you're here, I'm sure Mr. Lawrence will excuse me.

Good night.

There, I guess that makes us even.

Thank you for coming in. You gave the lady an excuse to leave.

You mean you wanted her to go?

- Now I suppose you're going to follow her. - Naturally.

Or am I?

- I was looking in the lobby like you said. - Yes?

Donovan and his stooge came in.

I overheard him say that they were tipped off...

...that there was a guy coming here tonight impersonating an officer.

Somebody framed you.

Your friend Arlette, no doubt.

Come on, let's take a powder.

Uh-oh!

Something of yours, I believe.

Oh, it's you. What are you doing here?

Me? I just dropped in to reserve a table for tomorrow night.

I know. For your aunt from Hoboken. Go on!

You seen the Arlette dame around here?

I saw her over there a moment ago.

Oh, boy, will I be glad to get back home again.

So will I, but we're not going there yet.

We have to see a lady about a gun.

Oh, dames again.

Here, let me handle this.

It's as easy as taking candy from a baby.

Have you ever tried taking candy from a baby, Lefty?

It takes a bit of doing.

Must be in there somewhere.

But we're right out here in public.

- There can't be anything hidden in here. - There's got to be.

Don't look like that Arlette dame came back here.

That's the Falcon's car parked back there. Some shenanigan's going on around here.

- I'm gonna search the place. - Why, chief?

Because we're officers of the law and we're looking for someone.

- You don't mind, do you? - No, not at all, chief.

You know, she reminds me of a dame I used to know in Canarsie.

Come on, it's only a wax dummy.

Lefty.

Lefty!

Here I am.

They must have come in the back.

Them was the days back in Canarsie.

Wait a minute. There's something phoney about that window.

Hey, what happened to her?

Well, it's a cinch she didn't go back to Canarsie, come on!

Get that out of site.

Come on.

Alright, you're covered.

Well, I see you got a new running mate, huh?

- Who are you? - Perhaps I should explain.

I'm Tom Lawrence, Gay's brother.

Hm, it's nice meeting you.

You're looking much better than the last time I saw you on a slab in the morgue.

You picked the wrong name, mister.

The Falcon's brother is dead and officially identified.

- And you're under arrest. - On the charge of impersonating a corpse?

For accessory after the fact,

compounding a felony, conspiracy, breaking and entering,

intent to defraud and resisting an officer.

- Come on. - What are you pinching me for?

For impersonating a window dummy.

Come on.

Well, this is the way it stacks up.

This dame on the boat gets sore at the Falcon's brother and bumps him off.

The Falcon gets wise, follows her to the dress shop and gives her the works.

It's open... and shut.

Open ad shut.

Have you arrested him?

In due time, sister.

This guy we just arrested was just a phoney the Falcon dug up somewhere.

If he can make us think his brother is still alive,

then the Falcon's got no motive for killing the dame, get the idea?

- How clever of you, Inspector. - Oh, just routine.

Of course this phoney brother gave us a long sad story.

Yeah, he claimed he got a mickey down in the Bahamas or someplace...

...that stole his passport.

But of course you checked and found the story wasn't true.

Sure, we're checking.

I can spot a phoney line the moment I hear it.

Good morning, Marcia.

Good morning.

Goodbye, Donovan. My little stay with you has been most enjoyable.

Say, what's the gag?

- We gotta let him go, Inspector. - Oh, we do. Why?

On account because we checked with the airline and the British consul.

His story's on the level.

Oh, I had it all figured out. She's got it down in her notebook.

Well, put this down in your notebook.

- The next one of those fly cops... - Oh, yeah?

Well, you ain't explained what you were doing in that dress shop last night.

You'd like to find who plugged that Diane dame, wouldn't you?

- Yeah, sure! - So does he.

Oh. Well one Falcon around here is enough. I don't want another one in my hair.

I'm letting you go, but the next time you stick your nose in police business...

your stay around here won't be so enjoyable.

If you don't mind, I'm handling this case.

Ha, what a break for crime.

Well, Mr. Lawrence, what's the next step?

You know, we've neglected one suspect.

You have access to newspaper files. Why don't you see what you can dig up...

...about the past life of Harrington's photographer?

Oh, Savitski, he sure looks like the criminal type to me.

He may be the key to the whole mystery.

Right. I'll report the minute I find anything.

You sure gave her the brush off.

Where to now, boss?

First we'd better run up to the apartment and see how gay is.

That's for me.

Then we have some checking up to do at Madame Arlette's.

Aw, dames again.

This is one of our most popular service models.

And it has the very latest defense equipment.

Thank you.

- Have I kept you waiting long? - Waiting?

Don't tell me you didn't expect me after what happened here last night.

Oh, so it was you.

And, uh...

I found this.

When I told you the police had it, you led me straight to it.

Why didn't you turn it over to the police?

Because I don't like to see you taking the blame for someone else.

I know how you feel about Harrington.

It is Harrington you're protecting, isn't it?

Yes.

But I don't believe he did it. Someone is trying to involve him.

Will you come with me and talk to him?

- All right. - I'll get my things.

Mr. Harrington, do you all want me sophisticated or just sweet and simple?

Oh, just plain glamor will do.

Well, come on, come on, the pose, the pose!

Oh, would you mind taking this, please?

There's a shadow on the neck. Lean a little forward, Miss, uh...

- Ready, Miss Murgatroyd? - Yes.

Hold it.

Do it, Leon.

- Mr. Harrington. - Yes?

Miss Arlette wants to see you. She says it's very important.

Tell her I'll be right in.

We'll use the last pose. Print it right away.

Very well.

Paul.

Mr. Harrington, this is Mr. Lawrence, who's investigating the murder.

I asked him to talk to you before going to the police.

Is, uh... this yours?

Why, yes. But you don't think I committed the murder.

I didn't know what to think. I knew you and Diane had quarreled.

When I heard the shot, I rushed into the room with the others...

...and stumbled over the gun.

- Naturally I hid it. - Naturally?

After all, when a woman's in love.

Now, please. Don't try and make a romantic triangle out of this.

You knew I was in love with Diane.

Nothing else was of any importance except in your imagination.

That's not true and you know it.

This is all very interesting, but the fact remains this is your gun.

Yes, and the fact remains it couldn't possibly have been used in the murder.

Why not?

It happened to be in my overcoat pocket when I heard the shot.

Some time after that, the gun must have been taken and planted by the body.

But I don't see why I have to explain all this to you.

Perhaps you'd prefer to make your explanation to Inspector Donovan.

Yes, as a matter of fact, I would.

Sign that, will you?

By the way, Inspector, I have a permit for that gun.

Does that permit say anything about using it to bump off a pretty doll you're tired of?

- Good evening, Inspector. - Good evening.

This is Mr., uh... Moffet.

Oh, Mr. Moffet. He's one of our consulting ballistics experts.

- He knows guns inside and out. - Thanks, Inspector.

I know one thing about this gun.

It didn't fire the bullet that killed the Medford girl.

- What? - Well, look for yourself.

No similarity at all with the photos of the rifling marks.

Good evening.

Will that be all, Inspector?

Yes, I guess you can go.

Not so fast, sister, you ain't in the clear yet.

Lock her up as a material witness.

Paul, can't you do something?

All anyone can do is find the real murderer.

And you can leave that to me if you don't mind.

Not at all, Inspector.

How's the patient?

He ain't come to yet.

But he was mumbling something about a blonde, so he'll be alright.

Mr. Lawrence, you were right.

- Was I? - Don't you remember? Savitski.

You told me he was the key to the mystery.

Oh, yes, of course.

Well, I found out that he's an alien, but he isn't registered.

- He's in the country illegally. - Well, that is interesting.

Lefty, we'd better pay Mr. Savitski a visit right away.

- We can take my car. - I'm sorry, Miss Brooks.

Something might happen that's slightly out of a fashion reporter's line, you understand.

But I want to get out of the fashion reporter's line.

I don't know why I run myself ragged when all I get out of it is a runaround.

Wow!

- Why don't he throw it? - He never does.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

The place is closed.

- What do you want? - We won't keep you a moment.

Just a few questions.

Questions? Why do you want to ask me questions?

I've done nothing.

Just what is your status with the immigration authorities, Mr. Savitski?

We've been tipped off that you're an illegal alien.

Now come across.

I knew it... I knew it would come some day.

- You're going to deport me! - I didn't say that.

Savitski, I have definite information that you were mixed up in a murder.

If you killed Diane Medford, there's nothing I can do for you.

- But if you know anything and, uh... - I've killed no one!

I know nothing.

Cuff him and take him down to the bureau, Callahan.

- Wait, I'll tell you. - About the murder?

Murder, yes.

Mass murder, thousands of murders.

You think I'm crazy, gentlemen?

It all started with Pearl Harbor.

What didn't?

Go on, go on.

Wait, it will be quicker to show you.

You don't think he'll take a powder, do you?

Cruelty.

Don't touch that cigar!

Sure, I bet that's what...

Of course. They killed the man on the boat the same way.

Hey, I wonder why he was gonna show us those flossy dames.

Just a piece of glass.

But what's that?

It's a file with new subscribers of the magazine.

Most of them seem to be in Latin America.

Must be important, or Savitski wouldn't have been going to show it to us.

Hey, do you believe a murderer always returns to the scene of his crime?

Quite possibly this time to see if he succeeded.

- Lefty! - Hm?

- Are you willing to take a chance? - Hey, what kind of a chance?

Good boy! Come on!

Get those on quick!

Hey, wait a minute, they'll think I'm Savitski.

That's what I want them to think. Sit down!

I'll cover you.

You'll cover me, but who'll cover him?

Look out!

Keep your hands on the table, señor.

I'm going to ask some questions and you're going to answer them.

You had better talk now, señor, now while there still is time.

We followed one of your agents from Buenos Aires.

He was about to make a deal with us, but He decided too late.

Señorita Diane Medford killed him to keep him silent.

Then she was killed because she knew too much.

Señor, you know too much.

I am an accredited agent of the Republic of Mexico...

...working in complete cooperation with the authorities here.

I can offer you clemency and protection if you talk.

If you do not...

Hey, wait! It's me, Savitski... Uh, I mean Lefty.

What are you doing here?

I was sitting here minding my own business when...

Hey, what am I doing here?

You're doing quite well, Lefty.

- Nice to meet you again. - Señor Lawrence.

I'm afraid I have been doing you rather an injustice.

We seem to be working towards the same end.

Counter-espionage is not for amateurs, señor.

- This is a dangerous business. - Dangerous for Savitski anyway.

He's in there very dead.

Again we are too late. He could have told us everything.

- You found him like this? - Not quite. Excuse me.

What are you doing?

It's customary after a murder to... Uh, hello?

Homicide Bureau, please, Inspector Donovan.

You certainly can have no objection to calling in the authorities...

...if you are what you say you are.

Inspector?

I thought you'd like to know there's a dead body here...

...in the studio of Modern Modes Magazine on East 56th St.

Hey, look!

The affair which brought us to your country is nearing its climax.

Our mission is too important.

We cannot waste time in a routine police investigation.

Adiós, señores.

"You can't do this to me, this is Police Headquarters!"

"I'll send out a tracer and have you picked up."

Hello! Hello!

Hello!

"Hello!"

"What's this about a dead body in who's magazine?"

"Hello! If I ever find out who you are, I'll..."

He's in mighty fine voice.

- Yes. Take these things off, Lefty. - With pleasure.

The inspector is going to have an awful lot to say...

...about us being here with a dead body.

I think we'd better follow the example of our Latin American friends and scram.

Now you're cooking with gas.

Inspector Donovan's going to be awfully mad.

He's got to find a new murderer.

No, same one.

Paul Harrington.

How do you figure that out? Even the ballistics expert said it wasn't his gun.

Nevertheless, he's guilty. Process of elimination.

And you'll be the next one if you smoke that cigar.

La Prima Donna.

The clue's in these magazines somewhere. It's got to!

What makes you so sure?

Maybe Savitski was trying to sell us a subscription.

Good morning.

- Hello, Marcia. - Oh, hello.

Any luck?

Harrington moved out bag and baggage nobody knows where.

- Coffee? - Uh-huh.

- Did you get anything yet? - No, not yet.

Well, at least we know it was Harrington.

We've got to prove it. Donovan won't listen to our hunches.

Imagine bumping a dame off just 'cause he was jealous.

It wasn't that simple.

He couldn't run the risk of her telling he was mixed up in espionage.

Well, he certainly was mixed up in his seasons all right.

Running a bathing suit cover on his December issue.

It's not bad as dames go.

Which ain't good.

Wait a minute.

That might be it.

It's got to be it.

Codes repeated.

Dice... and a clock.

Look!

That's Honolulu. That sets the place.

12, that's December, the 12th month.

7, that's the day.

December 7, at 7:55, that's when Pearl Harbor was attacked.

It's been right in front of us the whole time.

- Of course! - Yeah!

But I don't get it, what's it for?

Obviously to warn the agents in the United States.

- Look at this one. - April 1st. It checks.

That's the day they scuttled German and Italian ships in South America.

Right, now.

Savitski was trying to tell us that something else was about to happen.

If we could read the key to this.

Ah, I've got an idea.

There's numbers and there's a turkey.

Maybe that sets a new date for Thanksgiving this year.

Oh, Lefty, that's a pheasant.

The clock says 2:30 and the numbers are 6 and 3, that's June 3rd.

Something is going to happen at 2:30 on June 3rd.

Well, then it's happening practically right now because that's the date today.

All right, all right, but we've got to find out where.

Wait a minute.

The pheasant couldn't be a town. It must be a hotel or an inn.

Get the phone book, Lefty.

- No pheasant here. - You sure?

- How do you spell "pheasant"? - F-E-Z-A-N-T. How else?

Give it to me!

Is it there?

Here it is. Pheasant Inn, Bayport.

- My car's out in front. - Can you make it by 2:30?

When you've gotta, you've gotta.

Hey, wait for me, I can't find my coat.

He's awake!

I was just taking his pulse and he... he kissed me.

- Who wouldn't? - Gee, boss!

Who is she, and what's happened?

What hasn't?

Just a minute, you.

Oh, nice to see you, Inspector.

- I'm sorry, we're in a hurry. - Isn't that just too bad, so am I.

You'll pardon me if I seem to pry into my own business,

but I just can't wait to find out why you made that phone call from Savitski's.

Well, it's a long story, Inspector, and believe me, today there isn't time.

There'll be plenty of time, about ten years.

- Cuff him, Bates. - With pleasure.

Come back here, you!

The key, get the key, you flat-footed, fumbled idiot!

- Come back here, you! - I got it, chief.

So help me, this time tomorrow...

...you'll be walking a beat the farthest end of Canarsie.

- The key! - Canarsie.

Thanks, Lefty.

Very neat as far as it goes.

Some important event is going to take place at Bayport today.

There's nothing there but a summer hotel and a few fishing boats.

I have a feeling, but if we could only find that ring.

We did, it's around here some place.

There it is. But it's just a piece of window glass.

Whoever killed Diane took this ring.

What for, that's strictly 10c a dozen and I don't mean wholesale.

Uh-oh, it does tricks.

- Anything inside? - No.

- Where'd you find it? - Harrington's.

It was with the stuff that Savitski got for us.

Come on, let's go over there.

- I don't know what the doctor will say. - Suppose you run over and find out.

And be sure to leave your telephone number with Jerry.

Come on, boss, let's get going.

I've searched the place clean, that's the last batch.

It doesn't look very encouraging.

This is really like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Hello, here's something.

Hey, does it fit?

Yes, it seems to.

How did you know there was a picture in that ring?

Because it was found here and Savitski's a photographer.

Can you tell who it is?

A very distinguished Latin American.

Maybe it's Diane's boyfriend.

If I'm not mistaken, he's the key point to this whole thing.

Switch the light off, Lefty.

What are you gonna do?

Make an enlargement of it.

Can you direct us to the Pheasant Inn?

- First turn to the right, mister. - Thanks.

( in German )

- Good afternoon, friends. - Good afternoon.

It's quiet around here for this time of the year, isn't it?

It's still early in the season.

- I have some very nice accommodations. - No, thanks, we're just driving through.

Well, look it over inside.

The inn is a very famous old landmark.

We'll be back.

Gee. it's quiet as a tomb. We must have picked the wrong place.

Too quiet. Let's take a look around.

- Just a minute. - What is it?

I've seen that man before somewhere.

- Yes? - Headquarters!

That's Moffet, the ballistics man, come on.

Where are we now?

This must lead to the belfry.

Come on.

Was that the wind?

I'm afraid the wind couldn't have locked it.

Oh!

Oh, Miss Brooks, have you met Mr. Harrington?

Since you found your way here, you must have found out other things.

Too many things.

My dear fellow, you might put away the armament.

Everybody knows we're here and why.

I've told enough lies to know one when I hear it.

Back down!

Moffet!

Come here! Schnell!

( In German )

( In German )

Would it do any good to scream?

I don't think so. These walls must be two-feet thick.

I wish I knew what it was all about.

My German is a little rusty, but I got the gist of it.

That plane we heard is bringing in a secret emissary...

...representing the Interamerican Alliance.

Are they going to kill him?

And that'll be the signal for their agents...

...to start wrecking the whole Panamerican setup.

Can't we get loose?

I'm afraid we're tied with typical German efficiency.

A machine gun would have been more certain.

Not at this range.

Trust me, mein Herr, I know my business.

You saw the photograph. There must be no mistake.

I'll get him with one shot.

They will be rejoicing ???

Señor DeSola.

Es un gran placer verlo aqui en los Estados Unidos.

El gusto es mío, Sr. Valdez.

Sorry, mister, the inn is full, all the rooms are taken.

Not to be impolite, but who says so?

On your way.

My dear sir, you are just the gentleman I want to see.

Does this photograph mean anything to you?

It means I've got to hold you until you explain where you got it.

- Come on. - Come on, you.

- El automóvil está por este lado. - Muchísimas gracias.

They're coming!

Dismount the gun!

Valdez, Herman Weiderman, Calle Bolívar, número 24.

Detenga para investigación.

José Garcia, Avenida Libertad 845.

Alberto Muller, Calle Independencia 48.

...para investigación a José Garcia, Avenida Libertad 845.

Alberto Nuñez, Avenida Independencia 48.

Mr. Tom, Miss Arlette called while you were out.

She wants you to telephone her at her shop.

I don't want to talk to her.

I don't want to talk to anyone.

Maybe you better take me to South America with you, boss.

You wouldn't like it, Lefty.

Too many beautiful dames.

Well, Tom, it's been nice knowing you.

Some gentleman. He insists on speaking to you personally.

- Yes? - Lawrence?

Get this straight.

You saw what happened to your brother.

You'd better go back where you came from.

If you don't want the same medicine.

Hello! Hello!

All right, if that's the way they want it,

let's unpack, I'm staying.