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Hi.

The silver-haired gentleman

calls himself Fletcher.

His friend calls himself Harding.

Fletcher's our man.

Right.

Now, Horton's got a powerful serve, but no backhand at all,

so we'll just keep playing... Jim, look, come on.

We're on vacation.

Why don't we just play

some friendly tennis, get some sun and relax?

Mr. Douglas Harding, you're wanted in the lounge.

Mr. Douglas Harding.

All right, whoever she is, tell her later.

We've got a court in five minutes.

Yay, team.

Hi. Hi.

Playing in the tournament?

No, I'm just a guest here.

How about joining us?

We have a court in a few minutes.

Thanks very much. I'd like to, but we already...

Hello, operator, this is Mr. Harding.

Do you know who had me paged?

I'm in the lounge and I can't find my party.

I had you paged, Mr. Harding.

Never mind, operator.

Thank you. I've located my party.

Do you know who I am?

Should I?

Let's not play games.

I'm Andrew Metzger.

I think you know who I am.

I know who you are

by reputation.

And Mr. Fletcher...

You two headed the team that hit

the Aquarius Casino about a year ago.

You cleaned out quite a lot of money.

And some very valuable records.

Mr. Metzger, I'm afraid you've made a mistake.

Let me identify you.

You and your partner.

We have your partner.

Do you want to see your partner alive again?

Then let's talk.

All right, I'm listening.

We have automatic security cameras in the casino.

It took me three weeks, checking out film,

eliminating possibilities, till I came up with these.

You went to a lot of trouble.

You took a lot of our money.

So I put the word out.

It took a little while, but we spotted

your friend Fletcher two days ago.

Now we have him.

What do you want, your money back?

No, something more important.

I've been trying to check you people out,

but I came up empty.

No records, no traces... You're good.

So I want you to do a job for me.

What do you know about Mitch Connally?

He's been your sidekick ever since Chicago.

When you got to be a big man on the coast,

you fixed him up with a juicy territory all his own.

The only reason I carried Mitch was because of a letter...

A letter of mine that he has in a safe deposit box.

He's going to turn that letter over to federal authorities

today at 3:00, when he receives word from Washington

that he has a deal.

That letter buys him immunity from prosecution.

And it buys me a conviction for murder.

So you want your letter back.

By 4:30 today.

You've lost your mind.

If that's true, you've lost your partner.

Now, look, I can take Connally out.

Not a chance.

He has two federal agents guarding him around the clock.

The letter's in the Westland National Bank...

Box 6901-A.

Here's my number.

Call me when you get it.

I'll exchange that letter for your partner.

Metzger...

if anything happens to my partner, I'll kill you.

You get that letter, and your partner will be fine.

This is Mitch Connally.

I've arranged for Willie and me to have access

to Connally's apartment building, the Hudson Towers.

He was at the Aquarius Casino the night we took it.

I'll hang on to this.

It was a beautiful mission: $4 million

in skim money, the payoff records

of the syndicate's political activities.

And because of it, Jim's locked into a dead end.

All right, let's go to work.

Casey, are you ready?

Would you hand me that box, please?

Yeah.

About $100,000 worth of jewelry.

And this is quick-set plastic

for the safe deposit lock impression.

And this is for Connally's key.

Good.

Are you in practice as a dip?

When did you get it?

When you leaned over to get the box.

Very good.

All right...

I'll control the elevator from here,

in the basement.

Now, we have to be in that safe deposit box before 3:00.

We need that time to copy that letter...

A copy to trap Andrew Metzger.

The original... To save Jim's life.

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Watch your step. We're going down.

Come on.

Take the blindfold off.

Tie him up.

Over here.

Sit down here.

Okay, put your hands back here.

Get rid of the sharp stuff, will you?

Does it hurt?

That's tough.

The boss had this air raid shelter built a few years ago.

Just in case.

What boss? I...

What am I doing here?

I don't understand.

Ah, you still don't understand, do you?

No.

Proctor here, you see, he was head of security

at the Aquarius Club that you and your people knocked over.

Consequently, now he's just a driver.

He... He doesn't like you at all.

You know what'd make me real happy?

For you to try to bust out of here.

Then I could blow your head off.

Oh, um... the walls are made

of ferro-concrete, this thick.

No windows, the door is steel.

And of course, Proctor will be nearby.

Yeah...

He really wants to kill you,

so don't give him a chance, huh?

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Can I help you, ma'am?

Why, you certainly can.

I'm Mrs. Wade Holbrook from Fort Worth.

We just moved here and I need

a safety deposit box for my jewelry.

Of course, Mrs. Holbrook.

I'll get the forms.

Could you fetch me a glass of water, please?

Of course.

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I do apologize, honey, but I-I get these little...

asthma attacks, and I...

I haven't quite got acclimated yet.

But they go away.

Come on, Connally, it's getting late.

Look, I don't move out of here

until I get that guarantee of immunity.

Now, where's the call from Washington?

Don't worry, it'll come.

Where's the key to the box?

I'm beginning to think there isn't any letter, just a big fat story.

There's a letter, and it puts the clamps on Andy Metzger.

And you guys can have it when I get my guarantee.

Building and Safety Department.

Elevator inspection.

Do you know where to go?

Mm-hmm.

Excuse me, sir.

May I see your identification?

Okay.

Ah, yes, this is your box here, Mrs. Holbrook.

Your key goes in here, and the bank master key on the other side.

We open the box together.

Are you all right, Mrs. Holbrook?

The pill...

just takes a little time to...

I am so sorry.

Could you help me pick up... Of course.

My key, I... I...

I can't find...

There it is. I'll get it.

I do apologize.

That's quite all right.

How late will you be open this afternoon?

3:00. Fine.

I have some papers I want to bring back to keep safe in here.

Thank you so much.

My pleasure.

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How's the prisoner?

He's okay, Mr. Metzger.

There's not much he can do.

Don't be stupid, Proctor.

Fletcher's a top-level safe-and-lock man.

He and his people took the Aquarius strong room apart

like it was a cheese box.

I bet he's already started planning a way out by now.

Well, I'll check on him.

Proctor...

I want him to realize he doesn't have

any room to maneuver... But I want him kept alive.

Well, I won't kill him.

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Hey, uh... loosen these wires a little, will you?

My wrists are killing me.

Can't get any circulation.

Tell me about it.

Come on, give me a break, will you?

Hey!

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What are they waiting for?

Washington has other headaches to worry about, Connally.

You're just one of a list.

It'll come through.

Why don't we pick up that letter now,

so we'll be ready to move.

No chance.

Not until I get that guarantee of immunity.

All right, put in a call to Washington.

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Here's the first key.

Yeah, he's agreed to hand over the letter,

and he'll testify, but only if he's granted

complete immunity from any criminal prosecution.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I think it's worth the gamble.

All right.

You got it.

Guaranteed?

Hear it for yourself.

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Okay, let's go.

Afternoon.

I'm from the Building and Safety Department.

Your elevator inspection is due.

Elevator inspection?

But there's somebody already here.

John, this man says he's the elevator inspector.

Well, of course I am.

Well, you can call the office: 555-87... Never mind.

Stay right here.

What happened? What is this?

We must have lost power.

Excuse me.

Something's wrong.

Something's wrong!

Relax now, miss, it's just a temporary thing, I'm sure.

Stay away from me!

I-I need air!

Just take it easy, miss.

I'm a doctor.

If you'll just be calm, everything will be fine.

Take it easy, miss.

Easy.

Let go of me.

Now just stand back, everybody.

Let me handle this, please.

No, you stay away. It's going to be...

No, don't...!

Can't one of you men get this elevator to go?

Do something.

Ma'am, there is nothing we can do.

Please everyone, give us some room.

She's going to be all right.

Just a temporary reaction.

It's not uncommon.

Well, now, miss, how do you feel?

Get away from me!

Open it!

Come on, Doc, can't you do something to calm her down?

Open it!

Let me give you a sedative.

No... no, you-you can't drug me!

Now just take it easy.

You're going to be fine.

Just be calm.

Don't move.

What's the problem, mister?

I've got work to do.

I don't know who you are,

but you're no inspector and you're not touching anything.

Now turn around.

I'm sorry.

I'll-I'll be all right.

I think she'll be okay now.

Move down.

We're moving now. I think she'll be fine.

I'm sorry.

Close places... get to me.

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Go.

Thought you might be thirsty.

I'm fine.

Now that's not very polite.

Sure you don't need something to drink?

No.

Now, Mr. Metzger insists.

He wants to keep you healthy, Fletcher, and I insist, too.

I don't want any water.

When Mr. Metzger says take a drink, you take a drink.

Come on.

Come on, make a move.

No, thanks.

Don't thank me.

It's my pleasure.

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Accident?

Ah, maybe.

I don't know; I don't like the way things are adding up.

First, the elevator, now our tire.

Get a cab, will ya?

Listen, you stay here and fix this

then meet us at headquarters, all right?

You're coming with us.

Westland National Bank on Melrose, and make it fast.

On our way.

I just got in under the wire.

I sure will be glad to get these put away.

Of course, Mrs. Holbrook.

Come this way.

Sorry, gentlemen,

I guess I'm catching every red light in town.

We'll be on our way in a second.

W-Water...?

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I do thank you, but I think

I'd better come back tomorrow.

I understand.

She's on her way.

It's in her purse.

Right.

Hey!

Come on, Connally.

Getting anxious, aren't you?

You think I haven't got it, huh?

Wait a minute...

Wait a minute.

It's gone.

All right, Connally, there wasn't any letter,

and there isn't gonna be any immunity.

Mitchell Connally, you're under arrest

on suspicion of extortion and narcotics dealing.

Anything you say may be held against you.

No, somebody stole it.

It was here!

Metzger, this is Harding.

I've got the letter.

Bring it to me here, right away.

1208 Riata Drive.

I'll be there in a little while.

He's waiting for me to bring the letter.

So it wasn't Metzger who stole it.

Well, whoever did get it has to contact Metzger to get a payoff.

But that could take time, Willie.

Maybe we can reach Metzger first.

With what?

With Connally's letter.

We're gonna forge it.

That's it.

It's the right size and the right color,

but it was faded.

There's no problem, Casey.

We can age it.

Go on.

There was no return address.

It was to Mitchell Connally at a post box in Chicago.

It was a script type.

Script typeface, right?

Right.

Chicago postmark?

That's right.

All right.

Now, how many digits were there in the box number?

Three...

No, four!

Uh... Post Box 2000, Terminal Annex, Chicago.

Good.

Now what about the rest of the postmark?

It was blurred.

I just can't remember!

All right, Casey, relax.

Now, you said the envelope was sealed.

That's right... with wax.

What color?

Uh, reddish... brown.

More brown.

That was probably aging also.

How about these?

Um...

that's very close.

Stamp... it was a portrait of George Washington.

It was... facing left on the envelope.

It was bluish.

I can't remember the denomination.

Blue-gray, five-cent denomination,

issued in the late fall of 1962.

That's it...

All right, Casey.

Now what was the date on the postmark?

It was Chicago, but I just can't remember!

It's 4:30, Mr. Metzger.

I know what time it is.

Stop making love to that gun.

He's on his way.

It's after 4:30.

Jim could be dead by now.

No, Metzger's not stupid.

He's not about to kill his hostage

before he gets that letter.

And we're going to deliver it.

Casey, sit down.

Close your eyes.

Now... think.

You opened Connally's safe-deposit box.

You saw the letter. You took it out.

You looked at it.

On the envelope was a name, address and a date.

September...

It was a single number...

It was, um...

Nine.

September the ninth.

And the year...

the year added up to nine.

It was a...

six and a three...

1963.

Good; that's it.

All right, I'll go get the van.

We don't want to keep Mr. Metzger waiting.

Beautiful.

You know what this is worth?

Maybe $1-$2 million, you name it.

Hawks, if we don't hand over that letter,

Metzger's going to put out

a hard contract on both of us.

Don't be a fool.

With this letter, I own Metzger.

Now let's go.

Got the letter?

Yes, I have it.

It's addressed to Mitchell Connally.

Box 2000, Terminal Annex,

Chicago.

Postmarked September 9, 1963.

Does that ring a bell?

A loud one.

Proctor!

You think I'm stupid?

That's just the envelope.

The letter's in a safe place.

What do you want?

To be sure that our partner's all right.

And then we'll make a phone call,

and your letter will be delivered.

All right.

He's down there.

It's an air raid shelter.

Give me a hand.

I've been expecting you.

We'd have been here sooner,

but we figured you needed the rest.

Thanks.

Are you okay? Yeah, fine.

Hold it.

He's okay, you can see that.

Now let's get that letter.

As a matter of fact, I have it.

Hawks!

I have the letter.

Hold it, Proctor.

Easy.

And I plan to keep it.

But don't you worry; you'll be all right.

I want you healthy.

You see, you're my insurance policy.

What about us?

We, uh... we just get out of here

and forget the whole thing, huh?

Well, now, I can't very well let anyone leave here

knowing about the letter.

You know, the law, and pressure

and all that kind of thing.

No, you can't!

Hold it, blondie.

I've seen you operate.

No more chances.

Hawks, what about me? I'm with you.

Proctor, you're in luck.

You wanted to see him dead?

Right.

You're gonna see him dead.

He's first, and then you.

No!

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Did you notify the police?

They can be here in ten minutes.

Wait a minute...

Name your price.

You just paid it.

What time is it, Barney?

4:47. Why, Jim?

We've got a tennis court reserved for 5:30.

We can just make it.