All language subtitles for Shoot to Kill (1947)

Holy smoke,
it's the new district attorney.

Yeah, and his wife.

What could they be doing
riding in the same car

with an escaped killer like Dixie Logan?

I don't know.

To talk a little?

Why?

Why don't you let us worry...

Why... Marian, Marian?

Here he comes.

Good evening, Mr. Forsythe.

What did Marian Dale have to say?

Nothing.

She's unable to talk.

Her condition is very critical.

Does she know her husband is dead?

Not yet.

Finding out is going
to be tough on her.

They were crazy about each other.

Yes, they were.

Tell us, what gives on the
District Attorney spot now?

I shall continue as District Attorney
until my successor is named.

That's all I can say now.

So if you'll excuse me...

Thanks Mr. Forsythe.

Goodnight.

Your car is back here, John.

All right, Mitch.

Shouldn't try to duck like that.

Looks bad at a time like this.

What do you want?

To know the low down.

I gave the press an interview.

I want an exclusive.

I haven't anything to
say that you can't read

in the other paper in the morning.

Now, now, John...
I've got an angle

that they don't know about.

You have?

This is for you and me.

What is it?

This happened some time ago.

I dropped into your
office to say, hello.

Nothing special... nobody
was in the reception room.

So I strolled over to the
desk, saw the papers on it.

I can read upside down.

And I like to keep
in practice on papers

that might give me a good story.

So I leaned over for a good look.

But my arm hit the ashtray,
and knocked it over.

In grabbing for it, I struck the
key that opened the intercom.

It needs a little harping on!

Not at my expense!

Your angle on this is...

It's important to me!

My health may keep me
inactive, but I'm still

conscious of my
position and reputation.

As I am of mine!

You ambitions, you mean!

If I have to curb them, I can.

Don't make it necessary.

If I have to cross you in
this Logan matter, I will.

I'm warning you!

It's at your risk.

I'll take the chance.

I won't let you.

I'll stop you at any cost.

Hi, sugar.

Good morning, Mitch.

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you to
make it a two-some.

I played a hunch you'd be in here where

I could pour out my heart to you.

That's assuming you have a heart.

You're right, I haven't.

I gave it to you.

Is that what you call it?

Oh, let's stop
playing around, honey.

How about you and me taking
in the sights again tonight?

I'm sorry, some other time.

I have something
better on for tonight.

The district attorney?

No, just an assistant.

But maybe he will be
District Attorney.

Not bad.

And with you, he might make it.

What your intimating
is preposterous.

Still, there it is.

You wouldn't care to
tell me what Larry meant?

None of it meant anything.

It is one of the very few
arguments I ever had with him.

- Should there had been more?
- Stop it, Mitch!

Larry was going to take over your
job as District Attorney tomorrow.

But he gets killed tonight.

You know, nothing
about this adds up.

Goodnight, John.

Hi, Mitch.

Hi, hon.

Better?

A little.

Pretty bad mess, wasn't it?

Bad.

What happened?

Long story...

Gonna tell?

Uh-uh, too long.

The whole town's
yelling for the low down.

They could ask Larry.

Or could they?

No, you see...

You mean he's dead?

Yes, he is, honey.

I knew it had to be that way.

And Dixie Logan?

He's dead, too.

So there's just you now.

You'll have to tell.

Maybe later.

Just you... exclusive.

You always were exclusive, honey.

It'll help you sleep.

There's so little time,
and so much to tell.

It started that day we,
we met at the courthouse.

Somebody wants something
from the Assistant DA.

They call him Lucky Larry.

Now I know why.

Why?

He's going to see you.
Know him?

- No.
- He's not bad.

I hope not.

What's your problem, beautiful?

Maybe I can help.

Who are you?

George Mitchell...
Mitch to my friends.

You can call me Mitch.

Oh, of The Tribune.

Flattering, and right!

Sees all, knows all...
except your problem.

I'm going to ask him for a job.

I hear he needs a new secretary.

He does.

And he's got one.

What's you're name?

Marian Langdon.

Oh, beautiful, beautiful.

But should be changed...
the Langdon, I mean.

Come with me, honey.

Marian, may I present your new boss,
the Honorable Lawrence Dale.

Larry, you lucky person, this is your
new secretary, Miss Marian Langdon.

How do you do?

You may be right at that.

I'm always right.
Well, that's all for now.

I'm taking her to dinner.

She'll report to work
at 9:00 AM tomorrow.

Then you can work out
the financial details.

But Mr. Mitchell...

- I said Mitch to my friends.
- Oh, that's all right.

I'll keep the job
open till morning.

Thank you, Mr. Dale.

You'll be calling
him Larry in a week.

I hope Mr. Dale doesn't...

Forget it.

Larry wouldn't dare
not give you the job.

The powerful Mr. Mitch.

No, beautiful.

The powerful Tribune,
for which I work,

and which Larry Dale
wants on his side

by way of my column when he
runs for District Attorney.

Is he going to?

Well, he's got that
look in his eye.

John Forsythe's health just
about bars him from trying again.

Can he win?

Maybe.

Look, hon, you're top shelf.

You could get a job any place.

Why'd you pick on Larry Dale?

Or did you see his
picture in the papers?

Yes, I saw it.

And that profile
made you come running?

No, not his
looks... what he did.

You mean, the Dixie Logan case?

Yes.

Well, that was his
best show, so far.

Tell me more.

I was there.

And I'd worked for lawyers.

I wanted to see the Logan
trial, because I wanted

to know more about
court procedure, and...

I will prove beyond
a question of a doubt

the guilt of this ruthless,
soulless criminal known as Dixie Logan.

And I saw it was the
defendant, Dixie Logan.

Thank you, Mr. Collins.

You're sure, Mr. Forman?

Positive.

The man was Dixie Logan.

You're a liar!

Forman and Collins lied.

And you know it.

Because you paid them to lie.

Your honor, I must ask...

You're trying to railroad
me with perjured witnesses.

Because you know I'm not guilty.

Dixie Logan came here recently
to carry on his career of crime.

There is no room in this city
for murderous crooks like Logan.

The only room we have is
in the State Penitentiary

I ask you to bring in the
verdict that will send him there.

We, the jury,
find the defendant guilty as charged.

And so, I sentence you
to the State Penitentiary

to serve 20 years of hard labor.

I won't be gone 20 years, Dale.

I'll be back for you.

And I'll pay you what
I owe you in full.

I knew, then, I wanted
Mr. Dale for my next boss.

So when I heard he needed
a new secretary... yes,

I went running.

He's brilliant.

He's going places.

An opinion shared
enthusiastically by Mr. Dale.

But not by you.

Oh, I like Larry.

He's made a good records
as far as he's gone.

Now there's a nice
guy... Gus Miller.

He thinks he really owns
this town, or ought to.

One of the bigshots
of our underworld

here... probably the biggest.

Very interesting.

Hello, Mister Miller.

Hello.

Dale in?

He'll be back shortly.

I'll wait.

I won't wait.

Tell him I was here.

Sorry I was delayed.

Why haven't you gone home?

I wanted to finish this brief.

Nonsense.

And don't forget we're going
to the theater tonight.

Any messages?

Oh, a Mister Miller was here.

Miller?

What did he want?

No message, except to
tell you that he was here.

I see.

Well, pick you up at 7:00, then.

- All right, Larry.
- Hey ya, Charlie.

Hello.

I thought you had gone.

I will be in a minute.

Is it cool outside?

No, warm.

Is it all right if
I start in there?

It's a good place to begin.

Yeah.

Things always need cleaning
up around a courthouse.

What do you want?

You've been a bad boy.

What do you want?

That's the freight elevator!

Yeah, Charlie, we've
got it all fixed for you.

You first.

What about this?

I spotted him when
I was in your office.

He was one of Dixie Logan's men.

So I had the boys take care of him.

But you can't do these
things right at my front door.

Why didn't you get
him on the outside?

We can't take chances.

Like I said, he was
one of Logan's men.

And you know why he was there.

If he got you, he got us.

We wouldn't like that.

How'd he ever get to be a
courthouse janitor, anyway?

How would I know that?

I don't run the employment office.

Maybe you better watch it.

The newspapers are beginning
to yell about the crime wave.

They're always trying
ace a stool pigeon

into a spot where they
can get the low down.

How about that girl in your office?

Marian?

Yeah, the one your so crazy about.

Am I?

Well, ain't ya?

You're always going out with her.

Maybe I have good reasons for that.

Believe me, my emotions are
completely under control.

I don't trust her.

She's absolutely
honest, and on the level.

I'm sure of that.

That's what bothers me.

She looks nosy to me.

She's been with me
for six months now.

And I haven't seen
a sign of anything.

That doesn't mean anything.

I don't trust her.

Play it safe.

Fire her.

Yeah, before she does
find out something.

It's good insurance.

Fire her?

Why, that's ridiculous.

Don't you ever have a hunch?

I have.

What gets you, gets us.

Don't forget that.

And we want to see her fired.

Good morning, Mr. Dale.

Morning, Miss Langdon.

Well, now that that's attended
to, how do you feel, Larry?

You look tired.

I am.

I've had a lot of things to do
since this Dixie Logan escape.

Any trace of him yet?

No, the police must be blind.

He won't come here, will he?

He'd be in sight if he did.

I'm sure he won't.

I know he threatened you.

You're not afraid, are you?

Of course not.

All criminals threaten
their prosecutors... never

means a thing.

Now take a letter, will you, honey?

On second thought, never mind.

I've got to see Mister Forsythe.

He's leaving this morning.

I know.

How long will he be gone?

He says until he's entirely well...

two months, maybe three, or more.

This is your big chance, Larry.

I know.
I'll buzz you later, Marian.

All right.

I want to dictate that letter.

I lost my nerve a little while ago.

Impossible!

Not in this case.

A private secretary
eventually knows

all of her employer's
secrets anyway.

So why not this one?

I need your help.

What kind of help, Larry?

I'll have to write this
letter by hand later.

But I want to see it
first... know how it sounds.

And I want you to tell
me what you think of it.

Of course.

Well, here goes.

My dearest, I trust this will not
come as to great a surprise to you.

I'm sure you've known of
my deep feeling for you

from the moment we met.

I know now that I could never get along,
or be happy with anyone else.

Sometimes of late, I've
even dared to hope.

I'm sure we would make a
wonderful team throughout our lives.

So very humbly, very hopefully,
and with all the love

in my heart, I'm
asking you to marry me.

And there it is, Marian.

How's it sound?

It's, it's very beautiful, Larry.

She... Thank you.

I hoped you'd like it.

Please address that to Marian
Langdon, County Courthouse.

Will you marry me?

Oh Larry, I thought
you'd never ask me.

You will, then?

Right away?

Why do we wait?

This is a three day state.

But you can get a license tomorrow.

Let's see now.

This is Tuesday.

We can be married by Friday.

Friday will be fine.

That'll give me plenty of time.

Let her have it the second
she steps out of that door.

Yes?

Judge Conroy,
Judge Conroy, is he in?

Oh yes, come in.

Thank you.

Marian!

Marian Langdon, doggone it!

Good to see you!

Been over a year... known
her since she was a chick.

I told you he'd always been a
very close friend of the family.

Close?

I'm practically a relative.

Now, young lady,
what are you up to?

Joel, this is Lawrence Doyle.

Not the next District Attorney?

We think so.

He's also my fiance.

We want to be married by you.

I told him it would have to be you.

Better not be anybody else.

Well, what are we waiting for?

You got the license, young fellow?

Oh yeah, here.

Here we are, sir.

You're getting the finest
girl in the world, Mister Dale.

I know that, Your Honor.

We'll need a witness.

Uh, Clem?

Yes?

- Clem, you be the witness.
- All right.

This is Clem Sparks, my deputy.

How do you do?

Now you young people just
please join hands here.

That's right.

Now, by the power vested in me...

They ought to be
coming out of their now.

Wedding's are a lot easier
to get into than out of.

Well, Dale's getting
out of this one quick.

Thanks very much.

Fine.

I don't have to wish
you luck, Mister Dale.

You've already got it.

Yes, I know.

Thank you, again, Judge.

Goodbye, Joel.

Come and see us.

I sure will, Marian.

I sure will.

You first, my dear...
ladies always first.

I'll hold you to that.

You hit, Marian?

You all right?

Yes, I'm OK.

But it was close.

I wonder who could have done it.

Somebody gunning for me, of course.

You mean, you have
enemies like that?

Every man in my kind
of position has enemies.

Oh, anyone you can pin this on?

I think so.

I believe it was Dixie Logan.

Oh, he'll be kind
of hard to run down.

I'll get him.

Oh, keep this quiet,
will you Judge?

I don't want any
newspaper publicity.

I reckon so.

There's not much we can do, anyway.

Did you get a good
look at that car, Clem?

No, they got away too fast.

Well, folks that heard it will
think it was backfire, anyway.

We'll keep mum about it.

Thank you, Judge.

Thanks again, Joel.

And don't worry about us.

Lots of luck to you.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

It was Dixie Logan.

I'm sure of that.

I'll get him.

I don't think it was Dixie Logan.

And I don't think they
were trying to get you.

What do you mean?

Well, I'm not very hard
to distinguish from you.

And there was plenty of light
coming through that door.

Only one shot was fired at me.

If they had wanted you,
they would have waited until you

came out and fired again
as often as necessary.

No, why should anyone gun for you?

I don't know.

Do you?

No, but I will.

I promise you that.

It was someone who knew exactly
where we were, why, and when.

Does that help any?

It will.

Well, hope at last, and safe.

Try to forget about it, dear.

Let's not have any shadows now.

After all, tonight
is our wedding night.

Yes, so it is.

We can make it a honeymoon,
anyway, right here.

No, Larry.

We can't.

Why not?

I don't intend to honeymoon
with you now, or any time.

I know exactly why you married me.

And it wasn't love.

What do you think was
the reason I married you?

That lovely old law.

A wife can't testify
against her husband.

Why should I do that?

Something convinced you
that I knew too much.

And I do.

You were afraid of
what I might do about.

Are you trying to tell me
that you did this deliberately?

Larry, if I could find
the well-covered tracks

of your crookedness, what
makes you think I couldn't

see through your marriage offer?

You must have had a
better reason than that.

If you have any evidence
against me... I have.

And you're sure of it.

Well, why didn't you use it, then,
to break me, instead of putting yourself

in a spot where you can't say a word?

Maybe I want you to be
the next District Attorney.

What do you know?

For one thing, I know your
set up with Miller, Carter,

and Blake... and how you
keep the law away from them,

and smash anyone who
tries to muscle in.

You didn't learn all that
through your Dictaphone.

What Dictaphone?

Don't be coy with me... the
one running from my bookcase

into your office closet.

My closet?

Yes, I discovered it and traced it.

I found the receiver in the pocket of
your topcoat hanging in that closet.

You what?

I found it in your topcoat pocket.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I put nothing in my pocket.

Well, who else would?

Someone else on your trail, maybe.

I haven't touched
that coat in weeks.

Must have been Old Charlie,
the janitor... Dixie Logan's man.

He was in that office.

And he's dead.

Maybe you're saved again.

Who else knows what you know?

Nobody, yet.

How much do you know about that
attempt to kill me tonight?

Absolutely nothing.

It would be very
unfortunate for you

if I should suddenly
die or disappear.

I've made arrangements.

I tell you, I had
nothing to do with it.

But you know who did?

Well, I can guess.

So can I. I don't like so many
people around, ready to shoot me.

That's why I married you.

Why?

We're going to get rid of them.

Who?

Your pals.

And give you a record that will make
you District Attorney while we're at it.

Who's we?

You and I. You're
as crooked as a road.

But you're the best
prosecutor around.

So while John Forsythe
is away, you're

going to wipe out
Miller and the others,

and break their grip on this town.

Just like that, uh?

You're very stupid, Larry.

They think they control you,
and can smash you at will.

Get smart.

Smash them first.

Why did you pick me for
the job if I'm so crooked?

Because being crooked, you know
them better than anyone else.

As of tonight, you're
going straight.

And I'm staying on at the office
just to make sure that you do.

You must be out of your mind.

No, I'm making sense.

And you know it.

Anyway, that's the
way it's going to be.

What makes you think I'll go
for this crazy, clean-up scheme?

You can't help yourself.

You can't force me to
do anything, remember?

Let's say persuade, then.

Uh-uh, not under that lovely,
old law... you can't testify against me.

Yes, I know.

And oh, I forgot to tell
you... some of my best

evidence doesn't
need me as a witness.

It's in a very safe place.

This'll do as my room.

I'm tired.

Your room?

If you think I'm going to
get away with this nonsense...

You'll have to earn that right.

43 burglaries, 38 car
thefts, 26 hold-ups,

14 assaults... for the worst single
day of crime in the city's history.

Has law enforcement collapsed,
because John Forsythe

is unable to be here
to hold the rains?

Is it possible that his young
assistant... whose record

promised so much... is, after
all, unequal to his task?

The police, alone, cannot
halt this crime orgy.

The office of District Attorney
has more potent weapons.

Is Lawrence Dale going to use them?

This wave of crime
and terror must stop.

This unbridled lawlessness
is menacing our institutions,

our homes, our children,
our very lives.

Ladies, as responsibility
citizens of this community,

I call upon you to help me
bring every ounce of pressure

we can bear upon the
District Attorney's office.

So that this disgrace
may be wiped out.

That doesn't cure anything.

I told you they'd cross
you, and break loose.

Told me, told me, told me...

Hi, lovebirds,
congratulations and stuff!

Say, for the love of might,

can't a guy take a vacation
without everything blowing up?

Weddings, crime waves...

And what are you doing
here in your work clothes.

Working.

Why?

I'm staying on to help Larry
until after the election.

Well, he certainly needs you.

Anything on tap to
cure the discontent?

Yes, I'm issuing a statement today.

This office is launching
a sweeping investigation

into organized crime here.

And we won't stop until we wipe
out every gang in the city.

Good boy, tell me more.

I'm serious about this, Mitch.

And I'm not pulling any punches.

But I'll tell you more later.

Did you give Larry that?

He runs this office.

That's lofty.

Too bad we can't have
any more of those lunches.

Who says we can't?

You mean that?

Wait till I get my hat.

That's the best
offer I've had today.

I had to have this
lunch with you today.

So did I.

But it'll have to be the last one.

Why?

I can't take it.

I only hope that you're happy,
and will get everything that you want.

Nobody ever does.

Hello?

Dale speaking...
Collins and Forman?

Well, I thought... Why
are you calling me?

Where are you staying?

Oh, just a second.

Yes, now what was that?

237 Oak Street,
apartment 2C... all right,

don't budge from there.

I'll meet you right in front
of your place at 11:30 tonight.

The two perjured witnesses...

How much did you hear?

Hear?

All of it.

A bad hangover, Larry.

Well, they can't touch me.

You hope.

But you know better.

It might be a good
idea to send them

to Mexico until after the election.

Then, after you're in, and the
three pay offs boys are wiped

out, you won't have to worry
about what Collins and Forman say.

Hello, Miller?

You've got a job on your hands.

Who's there?

You know who... open up.

Must be the DA, but he said
he'd meet us downstairs.

Dixie Logan!

Shut up.

What do you want?

What are you going to do?

Shut your lid if you're smart.

I don't want to murder a rat.

I just want to get
rid of the one I got.

Sit down over there.

All right, all right, let's go.

Who hired you to lie against me?

Well, who's going to
talk... you or this?

It was Miller.

Who put up the dough?

Miller, and Carter, and Blake.

What did Dale have to do with it?

Well, nothing.

We don't know.

Miller made us go to Dale, tell
him we had evidence on you.

Who cooked up the evidence?

Miller, and the other two.

Wasn't Dale?

No, he just coached us.

You're lying!

No, we aint!

Honest!

How much did you get?

They pitched in $1,000 a piece.

They promised to
send us $1,000 more.

But they didn't.

That's why we came back.

You suckers!

You think they'll pay it?

Well, they better
pay it, or we'll talk.

Think they'll let
you loose to talk?

You boys broke?

Yeah.

Write down what you just told me.

That everything you testified
to was a lie, who hired you,

how much they paid
you, and sign it.

It's no healthier for me
around here than for you.

Work fast, and see that you get
enough dough to get out of town.

You better move fast.

Or you won't get out alive.

That Miller's no chump.

What's up?

Collins and Forman
are back in town.

No kidding.

They try to get in touch with you?

No, not yet.

They telephoned me,
said they had to see me.

I figured they'd be around.

Why?

Hungry, I guess.

Did you send them the
rest of that money?

No.

Why not?

I wanted them to come back.

You fool!

They're dangerous!

I'm glad you finally
figured that out.

You were the fool when you wouldn't

let us finish the
job after the trial.

And stink things up?

No, you thought you were in the
clear because of the way we handled it.

Well, you're not.

They sing, and so do we.

Where are you then?

Well, we haven't got time to
waste talking about that now?

Where are they?

Oak Street... 237
Oak, apartment 2C.

They're going to meet me
out front at 11:30 sharp.

That's all I want to know.

And don't let your
boys mess this up.

Did they ever?

Here's mine.

Stay where you are.

How'd you find us?

My boys have been watching
for you for months.

I told you you were suckers.

Now get out of town.

Who are you?

A friend of yours, I think.

Come in.

I'm George Mitchell of The Tribune.

Yes, I saw you before.

Talk fast.

I overheard everything.

You did, huh?

Go ahead.

I haven't got any spare time.

Why aren't you gone now?

That's why.

Those your killers?

Don't be crazy.

I wanted them alive
for a while, anyway.

On account of those confessions?

Yeah.

Maybe they aren't
any good now that...

You wouldn't use that.

Don't count on that.

My friend?

I am.

I'm turning you in.

That's very friendly.

It's better than you getting
knocked off before you clear yourself.

The orders out on you
are shoot to kill.

But those confessions will get
you a new trial and acquittal.

I'm not going to use them
until I get something on Dale.

Forget it, and
give me those confessions.

- Want to try taking them?
- Look, use your head.

On you, they're forgeries,
and the guys are dead.

They'll believe me.

And I'll testify they're bonafide.

Why are you doing this?

I'm a newspaperman man,
building up a big exclusive story.

If I cross you, I'm easy to find.

And hurry, they'll
be here in a minute.

You don't want that?

No, it wouldn't look good for you.

I'm taking you uptown.

Maybe you got something.

Let's go.

I told you no killings.

And I told you it
was Dixie Logan's men.

Logan, Logan... how
could they find our

where Collins and Forman were?

Find them and ask them.

No, Larry.

It was cold-blooded murder.

And you arranged it.

Hello, Marian.

Hello, Mitch.

Hi, Mitch.

Hi, Larry.

Another mess, huh?

Oh, not so much...
open and shut case.

It was Dixie Logan or his men.

No, it wasn't.

What makes you think that?

I don't think.

I know.

How?

The time Collins and Forman
were being knocked off...

by a couple of Miller's trigger men

would be my guess... I was having
a little chat with Dixie Logan.

What?

Well, how could go?

Oh, it was easy.
First, he'd say something.

Then I'd say something.

But where did you see him?

Why didn't you report this?

I'm reporting now.

Why didn't you turn him in?

Hi.

Gun was in the way.

Where was this, Mitch?

He said a lot of
nasty things about you.

That doesn't make any difference.

Where'd you see him?

He said a lot of other things, too.

He's mighty sorry about
Collins and Forman.

I can imagine.

He was very anxious
for them to stay alive.

That's interesting.

Why?

Because he thought if they were dead,
their confessions were no good.

Confessions?

Yeah, that they had lied
on the witness stand.

And I suppose Logan claimed that
the phonied confessions accused me?

No, they didn't.

How'd you know that?

They looked very legitimate.

Who did they accuse?

Carter, Miller, and Blake.

It's going to make
a great story, Mitch.

Sure will.

Written it yet?

No, I wanted to get your angle.

Well, if what you say is true,
why doesn't Logan turn himself

in, and use these
confessions to clear himself?

He's a strange guy.

You'll have to ask him.

He said he'd use them
when he was ready.

Mitch, will you hold up this yarn in
the interest of the public welfare?

It depends on how
convincing you make it.

You've given me my
first direct lead.

I'll prove who has this
crime organization,

and who's trying to run the city.

But I want the chance to run
your lead without tipping anyone off.

If you print this story
now, it may ruin everything.

But if you play ball
with me, and wait,

I promise you I'll
break that organization.

Well, for a bigger exclusive,
I'll postpone this one.

It might be in the public welfare.

So I'll be a good
citizen for a while.

You won't regret it, Mitch.

How stupid do you think I am?

Want me to answer that question?

Mitch sent you in here.

Mitch is the reason
for your locked doors.

Your partners in this whole thing.

But your moves aren't very bright.

That last one... having him come
in here with that phony story.

Trying to scare me, huh?

With what?

The truth?

Imagine, his thinking you
and I were working together.

From that day on,
things began to move.

Larry knew he was cornered.

His only way was the
double-double cross.

Play crook against
crook... make them

get each other out of the way.

He sold Miller the idea of
double-crossing Carter and Blake.

Are you willing to
gamble for big stakes?

Yeah.

Doing what?

You and I working alone.

If we work together, we
can take this entire town

over before anybody knows it.

How would you like to
work alone with me?

What's on your mind?

I figure on double-crossing
Carter and Miller,

and taking over this
town for ourselves.

Sounds interesting.

How would you like to take
over this town alone with me?

How?

We'll double-cross
Miller and Blake,

and leave the town
wide open for us.

I don't know.

Double-crossing's
pretty risky business.

It's full proof.

When he was all set,
Larry put on a big show.

It was all so rotten and crooked.

But it still looked good.

But they were most
afraid of what you knew.

They were sure they
could handle Dixie Logan

and those confessions,
if they caught him.

But you were known to be honest.

So you had to go.

Larry gave the job
to Miller with orders

to go until he could make
it look like an accident.

Because plain murder of a
newspaper man would be poison.

It all looked like a real clean-up.

The election was a cinch.

But everything else was piling up.

We knew the whole thing was phony.

And just how Larry would live
up to his promise to the boys

and get them out
after being sentenced,

was more than even
I could figure out.

But the first answer came
when Blake went on trial.

Mitch, I want you to run that
Dixie Logan story tomorrow.

With the evidence we've got, I'll

indict Miller, and
send him up for life.

We'll run it tomorrow
in the first edition.

Look, why don't you come up to my
place tonight, and we'll talk it over.

Oh, I'm sorry, Larry.

I have to go to a Press
Club dinner tonight.

I'll be seeing you.

Hello, Miller, this is Larry.

Mitch is going to run that story
tomorrow unless we can stop him.

No, he wouldn't listen to me.

So you stop him.

Now he's going to a
Press Club dinner.

Now, it's possible that you
might get him before he gets there.

That's right.

I wanna make sure you recognize me.

What?

We, three, have been running
around together so long,

I think we ought to get acquainted.

My name is George Mitchell.

What about it?

I often wonder myself.

You all right?

Yes, thanks to you.

But...
Mitch, stay away from there.

We got a lamb.

Say, what is this, anyway?

I thought you guys
were laying for me.

Laying for you?

We've been saving your
life for a long time.

- Who are you?
- None of your business.

Who put you on this job?

I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

Who's on my trail?

Someone that won't be any longer.

Well, thanks a lot, fellas.

I suppose I'll be
seeing you around.

For a while.

Yeah, if you look fast enough.

Say, would you do me a
favor and pass the word

on to the boss that I
appreciate all this?

Forget it.

See ya.

Yeah, Harry and Slim...
they're both dead.

What?

Well, how'd it happen?

Who did it?

That's what I'm
calling you to find out.

I don't understand.

I think you do.

It was well-planned, Dale.

What are you driving at?

You weren't giving me
a bum steer, were you?

You know better than that.

I'm not sure.

But I know a lot of things
you don't even suspect I know.

I'll be seeing you, Dale.

Hi, where's Larry?

Making plans for tomorrow?

Yes.

Well, Larry goes in as
District Attorney tomorrow.

It's going to be a big day.

I guess so.

What?

I mean, uh, yes, of course it is.

No thrill?

- Should I have one?
- Hey, what's the matter, honey?

I thought you'd be full
of the spirit today.

What's wrong, Marian?

It's just that I thought I could
do something which I couldn't.

Is it Larry?

No.

I'm glad you came in today, Mitch.

So am I. But you'd
rather I left now?

Maybe it would be best.

Please forgive me.

For what?

See you in the big office tomorrow!

Where are you going?

I'm leaving.

Leaving?

I'll make a chart, Larry.

My job's finished.

Well, what does that mean?

What you've been asking for.

You're not going to become
District Attorney tomorrow.

Oh no?

Why not?

Today I mailed every
bit of evidence

I have against you
to John Forsythe.

So your crossed me, huh?

No, you crossed yourself as well
as everybody else, including me.

I warned you if you didn't play
it on the level, I'd turn you in.

I've done everything
you demanded of me.

Have you?

Deals, deals with every crook you
knew... lying, killing, cheating.

You had Collins and Forman killed.

And you tried to have Mitch killed.

Mitch,
who did everything he could for you,

because he believed
you were on the level.

But I'm stopping you.

As my wife, you won't mind sharing
the disgrace you're bringing on us.

You brought it on yourself.

And no, I won't be sharing it.

There are ways of
stopping the mail and you.

I'm not very soft, Larry.

You think you're going
to get away with...

Hold it, Larry.

Better make up the lover's
quarrel while you have time.

What do you want?

You, Larry... I
want to talk to you.

You won't need that gun.

I will in just a minute.

For what?

Anybody who crosses me is always sorry,
as long as they live.

But I haven't crossed...

But how hard you tried.

You really had me
fooled for a while.

Now, listen, Miller...

All the time, trying to wipe
us out, playing one of us

against the other.

Well, you're crazy.

Am I?

Maybe I was, but not any more.

It won't do you any
good to kill us, Miller.

But it'll make me feel
awfully good... especially you.

You're the cause of
this whole blow up.

I don't know what your game
was, or what you expected

to gain by it, but
it didn't pay off.

Oh yes, it did.

Dixie Logan!

Yes, Mr. Dale.

But how could it?

Marian and I...

You aren't married now.

You never were.

What do you mean?

Marian was on the spot when
you asked her to marry her.

And she saw a chance to help me.

So we arranged a phony marriage.

After all, she didn't
want to be a bigamist.

The sanctimonious,
super moral Marian

Langdon... the cheap gun mole.

No, Larry, I never was.

I love Dixie.

I was married to him for three
years before you framed him.

I never knew he was
mixed up in any crime.

But I did know that
he couldn't have

committed the job
you set him up for.

That's why I came in determined
to find proof to free him

and break you.

Which was swell for my set-up.

Now I have a very fine idea.

You're going to be District Attorney
and keep everybody out of my way.

I'm taking this town over.

Take it, or leave it.

I'd be very glad to
play ball with you.

But I'm afraid you're
a little bit late.

Yeah, why?

Marian mailed John Forsythe all
the evidence she had against me.

Looks like I'm not going
to be District Attorney.

I may even take over that cell that
you had at the State Penitentiary.

You little fool.

Why'd you send any evidence
before you told me?

I did it because it cleared you.

But now I'm sorry.

Even if you were framed,
I know now that you're rotten.

Answer it.

Hello?

Oh, yes, Chief.

Listen fast.

We just got a line on Dixie
Logan heading your way,

and gunning for you.

The squad car is on its way up...
should be there in a few minutes.

Play it safe.

Get your wife and yourself
out of the house if you can

without being seen.

Leave the door open.

OK, thanks, Chief.

Somebody tipped the police.

They're coming up here to get you.

Talk fast.

If I stop the mail, and force you in
as DA, you ready to talk business?

Certainly.

But she's going to cause us
trouble... wife or no wife.

She won't be around.

POLICE OFFICER 1:

That's all there is, Mitch.

You know the rest better than I do.

Mitch?

What a story!

You wouldn't believe it, John.

Yes, I would.

She sent this to me.

It was to be your exclusive.

It confirms everything she said.

What a scoop!

And to think that I
can never print it.

I thought you'd say that.

I'll just burn these.

All right, John.

Goodbye, Marian.

Don't worry, honey.

Everything's going to be all right.