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[train horn blaring]

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Nicky! Nicky!

- What are you doing?
- Just practicing, dear.

You have a little
slice of throat?

You'd better hurry.

We're getting into San Francisco

in five minutes.

Asta! My best
Sunday-go-to-meeting hat!

Dear, oh, dear.

Darling, don't you
wanna pack this?

How they can
expect a woman

to still have
any mystery left for a man

after living
in a place like this

for three days,
I don't know.

Darling, you don't
need mystery.

You've got
something much better

something
more alluring.

- What?
- Me.

You!

It's alright.
We're married.

Darling,
you've got to pack.

That's right.
Right, I must pack, right.

- 'Are you packing, dear?'
- Mm-hmm.

Yes, darling, I'm just
putting away this liquor.

Ooh.

(Nora)
'If you break that'

'they could sue you.'

Oh, baby, you know

I'm gonna miss this
little room of ours.

It's left some lasting
impressions on me.

- 'Dear, will you pack this?'
- Yes.

Delighted, delighted.

You know, I sort of
hate to leave this.

(Nora)
'Oh, don't leave anything.'

Well, are you, uh

you gonna wear
this dress, dear?

(Nora)
'No. You can put that in.'

Oh, that's fine.
That's fine.

[train chugging]

Hey. Hey, there.
Nick Charles in this car?

- Two cars back.
- Right.

Two cars back.

- Hello, Nick!
- Well, how are you?

[clamoring]

(male #1)
'Are you going to play
detective again?'

That's what
we want to know.

I'm through detecting for
the rest of my natural life.

Are you gonna keep on with
your detective work, Nick?

I've retired,
I'm just gonna take care

of my wife's money, so I'll
have something in my old age.

You said you'd
retire in New York

but I noticed
you took that Thin Man case.

(male #2)
'Oh, that Thin Man was a beaut.'

'They're still'
talking about it.

[indistinct chatter]

Dig us up another Thin Man,
will you, Nick?

That was a great case, Nick.

(male #2)
'You'd take a case like that,
wouldn't you, Nick?'

No, only took that
to please my wife.

- She wants some excitement.
- 'Well, I guess she had it!'

Oh, it was wonderful.
Two men tried to kill him.

But he's not going to
take any more cases.

You can print that.

That's my darling.

[indistinct chatter]

Hello, Harold.

Hiya, Harold.
I'm glad to see you.

[indistinct chatter]

[barking]

So long, Nick!
See you around!

Oh, excuse me, lady.

Hello, Fingers.

Well, Nick,
how are you?

How's business?

Oh, I quit that racket.

Nick, Nick, look.
My purse is gone.

Oh, darling,
isn't that too bad?

Ah, Nora,
I want you to know Fingers.

- This is my wife.
- Your wife!

(Nick)
'Mm-hmm.'

[laughs]

Gee, I, gee, I didn't know
you were married.

Oh, yes-yes,
I'm married.

[both laughing]

Nick, what will I do?
I know I had it.

Oh, don't worry, darling.

It will turn up.
Won't it, Fingers?

Well, I-I certainly hope so.

Well, Nick, am I tickled
to death to see you.

Good Old Nick.
And married, too!

I didn't know
you were married.

Oh, yes, yes.

Well, I'm glad
I bumped into you.

Well, goodbye,
Mrs. Charles.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Fingers.

- Come on, dear.
- Darling, I just can't go off--

Come on, we don't
want to embarrass him.

What are you
talking about?

He's a purse snatcher.
Think of his feelings.

Well, then, he must
have taken it.

So long, Fingers!

- 'So long, Nick!'
- There you are, dear.

Dear, you do know
the nicest people.

[chuckles]

- Hello, Nick!
- Hello, Bill! Ha, ha!

Hey, you can start
delivering again! [chuckles]

And all the big kegs!

Hello, Nick!
Where have you been?

- How are you, boys?
- Where have you been, Nick?

Have I been away
all my life?

- Have you seen the kid?
- No. Where is he?

He's staging
a comeback Friday night.

[whistles]
Hey, Screwy,
here's Nick Charles!

- Hello, Mr. Charles!
- Hello, Nick!

How are you, kid?
How's it going?

Never better!
Never better!

Say, now I know
I can't lose!

You coming
to see me fight?

Mrs. Charles would never think
of missing one of your fights.

Mrs. Charles! Well, well,
did you ever see me fight?

You got a treat, then!

I'm going to cut
the guy up in ribbons

if I don't have him
bleeding in the first round.

- You'll have him bleeding?
- Yeah.

Excuse me, Mrs. Charles.

If my legs will only hold out,
I'll kill the guy. I'm gonna--

That-a boy, bump.
You'll get him sure.

Give it to him hot!

- Sure!
- Okay, Harold!

Oh, hello, Nora!

Oh, hello.

Who's that?

Oh, you wouldn't
know them, darling.

They're respectable.

Oh..

♪ Home home
on the range ♪♪

Isn't it lovely?

Home. So peaceful.
So quiet.

If anybody wakes me up
for a week

I'm gonna have
the law on them.

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[growling]

[barking]

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[dog barks]

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[barking]

Oh, New Year's Eve at home.

Or would you know that
this is New Year's?

I know.

Oh. Oh, you got ideas, huh?

Very definite ideas.

I was afraid so.

I'm going to lock
the door

plug the bell,
cut the telephone

and crawl into bed
for a month.

Oh, Nora,
you're my favorite woman.

Here, I'm gonna be
in bed at midnight

so Happy New Year.

Happy New Year.

[crowd clamoring]

Hey. Come in, come in.

Give me your hat
and coat.

Make yourself at home.

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It's our house alright.

Let's go in.
The man said it was alright.

Yeah.

H-hey, t-the bar's
right in here.

- Help yourself.
- Thanks.

- Okay.
- What's the celebration?

We're giving a surprise party
for Nick and Nora.

Oh, Nick and Nora.

Don't you know
Nick and Nora?

- No.
- Heh!

Neither do I.

That's not gonna spoil my fun.

It's New Year's.
What's the odds?

Go on in, fake it.
It's a cinch.

- Well, thanks.
- Oh.

Go on in and get some
of that Napoleon brandy

before it's all gone.

[clamoring]

(male #3)
'Now, listen,
let's get together on this.'

This is supposed
to be a surprise party.

- I'm acting surprised.
- Look at us, not bad, huh?

Oh, no, not at all.

How you doing?
Anyone wise to you here?

- No.
- Huh! What'd I tell you?

May I have this dance?

If I was in a fire on the
third floor, would you save me?

It's too late for you
to be saved, baby.

No, I mean it.
How would you do it?

Well, I'd just pick you up
and put you right down there.

Now you save me!

You put her down
and you save me.

I'm on the third floor, too!

(male #4)
'Hey, I'll bet
you can't do this!'

Watch me. Here I go.

- Oh.
- That's not bad.

(male #5)
'Well, when I picked this big
lug up, he didn't know a thing.'

I taught him
everything he knows.

Hey. Show 'em that
new arm lock I taught you.

Okay!

Now show 'em that headlock!
This will kill you.

Now, look, show 'em how you
throw them out in the aisles.

♪ Now you're singing with me ♪

♪ Sing sing sing sing ♪

♪ Everybody start to sing ♪

♪ La la
nyah nyah ♪

♪ Now you're singing
with a swing ♪♪

"Hello, Nick. Hello, Nora.

"Welcome home.

We are tendering this little
surprise party for the.."

[clamoring]

♪ For he's a
jolly good fellow ♪♪

Well, you can't go through
the kitchen! We're busy!

Hey, where will
I put this ice?

Oh, lay it down
and don't bother!

Put it in the sink
and break it up.

- Where's the oil?
- There isn't any more!

Where do you want these?

Over here, son!
Right down there!

After that come back from
the store with some olive oil!

- Oh!
- Oh, my toast!

Oh, I'll take care of that.

Leave that alone!

Oh, Mr. Charles!
Mr. Charles!

[indistinct chatter]

Hello there, Mr. Charles.
I'm glad to see you.

How are you, Mr. Charles?

How are you, Nick?

- Oh, you're looking great!
- 'We saw your pictures..'

They said you did a good job
in New York, Mr. Charles.

I guess they'll be
scared to death

if there are any more
murders back there.

I've been scared to go down
in the cellar ever since!

Oh, don't you worry, Rose.

If anyone murders you,
I'll catch them.

Oh, Mr. Charles,
don't be talking that way.

What do you think of the party
they're giving you?

- Well, uh--
- Looks like we're giving it.

(Rose)
'It does that, now.
Something funny.'

Excuse me, madam,
I'll answer the telephone.

That's probably your
Aunt Katherine, Mrs. Charles.

She's phoned several times.

She wants you to
come for dinner.

Goodbye, Mrs. Charles,
I'll see you next year.

She expects you, too,
Mr. Charles.

- Me?
- There must be some mistake.

- She wouldn't want you.
- No.

What excuse
will I make?

Tell her that I lost
a collar button

in New York
and we've got to go look for it.

It's your cousin,
Mrs. Landis, madame.

Oh, thank heavens
it isn't Aunt Katherine.

Go on, get out of it, now.

Don't worry.

I wouldn't go
through that again

if you had
twice as much money.

Hello, Selma.

Nora, I just wanted to make sure

you were coming tonight.

Oh, but you've just got to come.
I'm in terrible trouble. Please!

No, I can't tell you now,
but, but you must come.

- I'm desperate!
- 'Selma!'

- Whom are you calling?
- Nora.

- Oh, I told you!
- I can't help it, I--

There are some pills
in my bag. Take them.

Oh, no, Aunt Katherine,
really--

Take them
or I'll call Dr. Kammer!

How are you, Nora?

This is Aunt Katherine.
Oh, ho-ho.

Oh, you ought to know
Selma well enough

not to pay
any attention to that.

Well, you see, it's New Year's
Eve, Aunt Katherine.

- The old battle-ax.
- Shut up!

Excuse me, Aunt Katherine,
I was talking to the dog.

But, Aunt Katherine--

Give me that phone.
Give it to me.

Yes.

Alright, we'll come.

Oh, Nicky, I'm sorry,
but I had to do it.

Selma's in trouble.
You like Selma, don't you?

Well, not that much.

- Family dinner, I suppose.
- Huh.

Aunt Katherine..

...Uncle Willie,
Cousin Emily.

Aunt Hattie,
Cousin Lucius

Uncle Thomas.

Pour me one, too.

Thanks.

Hello, Asta.

Why are you looking
so down in the mouth?

You got family
troubles, too?

[Asta howls]

[Selma crying]

For heaven's sake, do you want
the servants to hear you?

I don't care.
I'm going crazy.

I can't stand it any longer.
I'm going to call the police!

You'll do nothing
of the sort!

Haven't we paid out enough

to hush up his other scandals?

He never did anything
like this before.

How do we know whether--

I told you
I'd handle this.

- I can't go on!
- Shh. Quiet!

Beg pardon, madame

but shall I remove
Mr. Robert's place?

Certainly not!
Mr. Robert will be here.

Very well.

You know he won't be here.

I know nothing
of the sort!

Now go upstairs and make
yourself presentable.

Go on! Hurry!

Hurry now
because everybody's waiting.

Good evening, all.

Good evening,
Aunt Katherine.

I had a birthday
last week, Katherine.

I'm 83 years old,
83 years old!

- What do you think of that?
- That's fine, Lucy.

- Next year I'll be 84.
- Splendid.

Now we're alone

I have something important
to tell all of you.

- What did she say?
- Shh!

(Katherine)
'Isn't that thing working,
Hattie?'

This works beautifully!
It's you, you mumble.

Eh, what is it,
Katherine?

Nora and her husband
are coming tonight.

Katherine,
after the last time?

But, Katherine!

- Her husband?
- That person?

But you said yourself
you wouldn't have him again.

I know I did

and my opinion of him
and what he represents

hasn't changed a particle.

(male #6)
'Then I can't understand
why you asked him.'

I have a very good
reason for asking him

which you'll know in time.

[doorbell buzzing]
That must be they now.

Understand now I want you
all to be pleasant to him.

Of course if you say so--

It's going to be
very difficult.

Poor Nora.
My heart bleeds for that child.

If that's Mr. And Mrs. Charles,
show them right in.

Yes, madame.

[indistinct mumbling]

What are you muttering
to yourself?

I'm trying to get all
the bad words out of my system.

Good evening, Henry.

Is this the wax works?

- Sir?
- Nothing, Henry, nothing.

I'll leave
my things down here.

Don't worry.
It isn't catching.

Thank you.

Walk this way, sir.

Well, I'll try.

Nicky,
pull yourself together.

One squint
at Aunt Katherine

would sober anybody up.

Mr. and Mrs. Charles, madame.

Oh, how do you do, my dear?

Hello, Aunt Katherine.

You remember Nick.

How are you, Nicholas?

Hello, Cousin Helen.

How are you,
you poor child?

This is Nora's husband.
I think you know everybody.

Oh, yes, yes, I seem to
remember the old faces.

Oh, dear, I want
you to meet Uncle Willie.

(Helen)
'Poor Nora is so brave.'

Uncle Willie,
my husband.

Uncle.

And, dear,
this is Aunt Hattie.

- How are you?
- Don't mumble, young man.

- Don't mumble.
- How are you?

- She's deaf.
- You're telling me.

What'd she say?

When you hear the chime,
it will be exactly..

- Oh, Selma!
- Oh, Nora!

- Selma, how are you?
- So good to see you.

- Hello, Nick.
- 'Hello.'

Thank heavens you came.

Selma, what's the trouble?
Tell me.

Ah, we'll postpone
any discussion

till after dinner.

- Where's your husband?
- Yes, where's Robert?

Robert telephoned that
he was unavoidably detained.

So we'll start
without him.

Are you ready?

We haven't quite men
enough to go around

so, Lucius, will you take
Hattie and Charlotte?

Willie, will you take
Helen and Emily?

Burton,
will you take Nora?

[clears throat]
Nicholas!

'You will take Aunt Lucy.'

'Come on, Selma.'

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What was it you were
going to tell me?

(Katherine)
'Nora, come here!'

Just a minute,
Aunt Katherine.

- What was it?
- Robert has disappeared.

- Disappeared?
- Selma! Go on, play.

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I can't go on playing.

Oh, nonsense! Go on!

I can't! I can't!

What are you trying to do?
Torture me?

(Nora)
'Selma?'

Nora!

How can you act like this
when you know

what she's going through?

- Get Nicholas.
- You bet I will.

No. Really?

Well, you amaze me!

[snoring]

Would you explain
that point a bit further?

[snoring]

Ah, well, I wouldn't go
as far as to say that.

[snoring]

What's that?

Oh, uh, just a moment.

[snoring]

Really?

Well, now, you, surely
you're not going to

let that pass unchallenged,
are you?

You must have something
to say to that.

[snoring]

That's the boy.
I knew you had it in you.

- Nick.
- Hmm?

- Come here.
- Oh, yes.

If, uh, if you gentlemen
will excuse me.

I don't know when I've spent
such a stimulating evening.

[men snoring]

What is it?

Aunt Katherine
wants to speak to you.

What have I done now?

Do you know why Robert
wasn't here tonight?

Sure. Because he's smart.

I'm not fooling, darling.

- He's disappeared.
- That's swell.

Now if we could just get
Aunt Katherine to disappear.

Here he is.

Oh, uh, Nicholas

I'm sorry to take you away

from the boys.

Oh, that's quite alright.

Well, how long has
Robert been gone?

Three days.
Three days without a word.

Mm. Did you notify
the police?

Certainly not!
And we're not going to.

Oh, no!
Robert may have been kidnapped.

He may be
lying dead somewhere.

But we mustn't do
anything about it.

Our precious name
might get into the papers!

Oh, don't pay
any attention to her.

She's exaggerating
the whole affair.

However, to please her,
I thought you might

investigate
the matter quietly.

With your
experience as a..

Flatfoot.

Well, I didn't mean
to be as blunt as that.

What's the difference?
It's all in the family.

Have you any idea
where he might be?

Yes. He's with some woman.
I know that.

Selma, you know
nothing of the sort.

What about the vanity case

they sent me from that
Chinese restaurant?

(Katherine)
'Oh, that was a stupid mistake
on their part.'

(Selma)
'Mistake! He's with some woman.
You know it.'

(Katherine)
'Selma, you know Robert
worships you! He wouldn't--'

(Selma)
'How can you say such a thing
when you know that he hates me?'

He only married me
for my money!

He never did love me!

Sometimes I wish
he were dead!

Well, I, I'm just
a little confused.

Do you want him back
or don't you?

- Nick!
- Hmm?

Well, of course,
she wants him back!

Selma, don't.
Please, don't, dear.

No. I leave this
in your hands, Nicholas.

If you'll excuse me,
I'll go back to my guests.

Don't worry, darling.
It will be alright.

Nick will find him.

The one sure way
to get him back

is to cut off his money.

I know.

Well, if he doesn't show up
before tomorrow morning

I'll go down to the police
and see what I can do.

- Thank you, Nick.
- 'Mr. Graham calling, madame.'

- Ah, David, how are you?
- Hello, Nick.

- Happy New Year.
- David, how are you?

Nora, it's nice
to see you.

Well, thank heaven
you two are back.

- Yeah.
- Selma, how are you, dear?

- Any word yet?
- Ah, I'll tell you what.

What?

Let's take David
and sneak out.

We'll go somewhere
and celebrate the new year.

- Hey, that's a good idea.
- How about it, Selma?

Come on, darling,
it will be like old times

when we were all engaged.

Yes, before we made
any mistakes.

What do you mean mistakes?

Oh, uh, I was thinking of Selma.

Come on, Selma.

Well, thanks. I-I want to
stay near a telephone.

You know, just in case.
But you go, David.

No, not on your life.
I'll stay here with you.

Well, well, then,
goodnight, dear.

- Try to have a Happy New Year.
- Yes, yes.

- Happy New Year.
- Very Happy New Year, Selma.

- Goodnight, David.
- Goodnight.

- David, Happy New Year.
- Goodnight.

We'll say goodbye
to the family.

It will be a pleasure.

Look what I found.

Iced and everything.

Don't you stay here, David.

You go out and have some fun.

No, don't be silly.

We can have fun right here.

Oh, what's the matter
with me anyway?

Why haven't I any pride?
Why can't I face it?

Robert doesn't give
a hang about me.

You can't indefinitely
go on caring for somebody

who doesn't care
for you, can you?

Well, it's been done.

Oh, David, I'm so sorry.

I've been such a fool.

You really ought to hate me
for what I've done to you.

Oh, now,
don't talk like that.

Now look, you get the glasses

and I 'll try to
open this thing.

No! We're going out.

This is a new year,
the time for resolutions.

Well, I'm through with Robert.
I mean it.

I'm going to get my things.
We're going to celebrate.

We'll start the new year right.

What is it, Henry?
The telephone, has it--

Ah, no, madame.
It's Mrs. Forrest.

Ah, she would like you to
join her in the drawing room.

Alright, Henry.

Guess it's no use.

- Please go, David.
- Oh, now, Selma.

I'd rather you did, really.

I'll go to bed.

Doctor, Dr. Kammer's given me
something

to make me sleep.

Alright, I'll go.

- Goodnight, Henry.
- Goodnight.

Darling, you will try to
find Robert, won't you?

I didn't lose him.

It will get you in right
with Aunt Katherine.

- That's what I'm afraid of.
- Oh, Nick.

Oh, David, what happened?

Well, Selma sent me away.
She wanted to be alone.

Oh, I could murder
that Robert.

Yeah, well, wait till
I tell you about

the newest thing
he pulled on me.

Called me up
several days ago

and told me
if I gave him $25,000

he'd clear out
and leave Selma for me.

- Lovely boy.
- What did you say?

Well, I didn't know
exactly what to say.

I asked him to give me
several days to think it over.

Well, 25,000 is cheap
if he'll really go.

Why don't you get up
a collection?

I know a lot of people
who will be glad

to contribute.

Poor girl.

Bad enough with Aunt Katherine
and Robert.

Now she's got
that Dr. Kammer.

Who's Dr. Kammer?

Oh, I don't know.
He's some nut psychologist.

Sits around and talks about
her dreams by the hour.

I get the creeps
every time I look at him.

(Nick)
'Harold, we wanna go some place
and get the taste'

of respectability
out of our mouths.

- Okay, Nick.
- Well, I don't think I can go.

Oh, David, why not?

Well, uh, got too much
on my mind, I guess.

I'm glad you're back, anyway.

Happy New Year.

- Happy New Year, David.
- Happy New Year.

Selma was a fool not to have
married him instead of Robert.

Now, they can't all be as lucky
as you are, darling.

What have you got
to offer, Harold?

There's Tim McCrumb's place

and there's the Lai Chi,
and there's the Tin Dipper.

Is the Lai Chi
a Chinese restaurant?

Yes'm.

Me no looky for Robert.

The Lai Chi.

To the Lai Chi.

[instrumental music]

♪ Father time is marching on ♪

♪ In his hand a big baton ♪

♪ He's marching to
the rhythm of the band ♪

♪ Father needs a hot cornet
to send him on his way ♪

♪ So get your trumpet
and give pa a helping hand ♪

♪ Blow in the New Year
blow out the old ♪

♪ Blow all your troubles
out in the cold ♪

♪ I'll give you a cue ♪

♪ See what you can do
and blow that horn ♪

♪ Oh blow that horn ♪

♪ For the old year's dead
and the new year's born ♪

♪ You gotta blow that horn ♪

♪ Blow it high ♪

♪ Blow it down below ♪

♪ Gotta try your hand
at hidee-hi ♪

♪ You gotta gotta gotta blow ♪

♪ We're gonna be
a little bit daring ♪

♪ We're gonna
really start to get daring ♪

♪ Here's all the instruments
that we're wearing ♪

♪ We'll drop on the floor
a trumpet or two ♪

♪ You all are forewarned
but baby it's up to you ♪

♪ Blow that horn ♪

♪ Blow that horn ♪

♪ For the old year's dead
and the new year's born ♪

♪ You gotta blow that horn ♪

♪ Blow that horn
blow that horn ♪

[clamoring]

[instrumental music]

♪ Blow that horn ♪

♪ Blow that horn ♪

♪ For the old year's dead
and the new year's born ♪

♪ You gotta blow that horn ♪

[instrumental music]

♪ Ohh ohh ohh ohh ♪

♪ Ohh ohh ohh ohh ♪

♪ Mister blow that horn ♪♪

[instrumental music]

Not now, baby. I got to make
a change. I'll be right back.

Well, make it snappy, then.

Waiter, bring Mr. Landis
another drink.

[audience cheering]

- Hello, Dancer.
- Hey, what's the idea?

You better not
leave that guy.

Aw, these shoes
are murdering me.

Don't be long.
He might get restless.

Say, I'm getting
pretty fed up with him.

It'll just be till tomorrow.
Then you can turn him loose.

Yeah? Tomorrow's a holiday.
The banks will be closed.

Yeah, that's right.
Well, the day after.

What's the difference?
Is it worth it?

Come on, make it snappy.
I'll keep an eye on him.

Polly! Polly!

Sorry, Sonny, I'm busy.

- I got a message for you.
- Well, what is it?

Your brother's
looking for you.

Well, let him look.

So that's the way it is, huh?

Now, Phil, don't try to
start anything. I'm in a hurry.

You've been in a hurry
ever since I got back.

Well, can I help it
if I gotta work?

That ain't what
I'm kicking about.

What's going on
with this drunk?

- Nothing.
- Oh, no? What's this?

Say, give me that!

Say, what are you trying to do,
drive me nuts?

Shut up, or I'll smack you
right in the teeth.

I'm in on that,
you know.

Now, Phil, after all--

If you don't cut me in,
the party's off.

- I can't cut you in.
- It's yours, ain't it?

- Yeah, but--
- But what? But what?

Now, listen, Phil,
don't spoil my makeup!

I got another number to do!

Huh, so that's the way
it is, huh?

You big lug!

Now, how am I gonna
explain that?

There are a lot of things
you'll have to explain

before I'm through with you.

Phil! Phil!

[instrumental music]

Excuse me.

What are you doing?
Shaking her down again?

What's that to you?

Why don't you lay off
her for a while?

- She's busy.
- I know.

What do you know?

A few things that are
going on around here.

Smart boy, huh?
You know things.

When are you gonna start
shaking me down?

When I wanna shake you down,
I'll..

I put up with you
because you're Polly's brother

but don't think you can ride
too far on that ticket.

Now, stay away
for a couple of days.

My, what big confetti
they throw here.

Get out of the way,
you big clown!

[chuckles]
Well, that's more like it.

Too bad we didn't
bring Aunt Katherine.

- Oh, Mr. Charles! How are you?
- Hello, Dancer.

Neat way you have of
tossing your customers out.

Well, his sister works here.

I just get tired of him
sometimes.

I felt a gun
under his left arm.

Just breaking it in
for a friend.

Oh, I want you to meet
my partner.

This is Lum Kee.
Mr. Charles.

And Mrs. Charles.

I'm your friend,
you bet you.

You sent his brother up,
remember?

- Lum Yunk.
- Oh, yes, yes.

He was the one who spread out
some Tong differences

to include a bank stickup.

You bet you.
You catch my brother.

You play trick on him.

No play trick on him,
no catch him.

You bet you.
Is he still in?

You bet you,
for five year more.

- Mm.
- Excuse, please.

Is he a gunman, too?

No, but you never can tell
how close brothers are.

Thought you might
like to know.

Thanks.

He's a great guy
to have liking you.

This way, Mrs. Charles.

Help Mr. Charles.

- Many customers tonight?
- Oh, yes.

We always do a pretty
good business, you know.

- Mm-hmm.
- Follow me.

[instrumental music]

- Oh, Nicky, there's Robert.
- Yes, I know.

Why didn't you tell me?
Robert.

Why, Robert,
where have you been?

Well, fancy meeting you here.

Why haven't you sent
any word to Selma?

She's almost crazy
with worry.

She ought to know
better by now.

Well, Nicholas!

Oh! How's it coming?

Fine, up till now.

Sorry I can't ask you
to sit down.

Oh, that's alright.
I'll ask her.

Nora, won't you, uh, sit down?

So, she sent the great
big detective to find me.

I have a table for you
across the room, Mr. Charles.

I think you'll be more
comfortable there.

Oh, I'm sure they would.

I'll be over
in just a minute. Thanks.

Why don't you call Selma

and tell her you're alright?

Well, don't exaggerate.
Just call her.

Well, you can tell her..

...when you go back
to report on me.

Tell her I'm having
a swell time

and I'm not going back
unless I have to.

And I don't think
I'll have to.

I'll be delighted
to tell her that.

Well, you'll forgive us
if we tear ourselves away.

Ah, Dancer seems
a bit anxious.

Hello, handsome!

Is he a friend of yours?

- On the contrary. A relation.
- Hmm.

He's been hanging around here
for three days, drunk.

Got a case
on our prima Donna.

I wish you'd toss him out.
His wife's going crazy.

Well, that's too bad.

I'll speak to
his girlfriend.

Well, I've done my duty.

I wonder what's up.

- Up where?
- Up there.

- Where?
- There.

And it comes out here.

[instrumental music]

Ah, scotch,
probably.

Some of his relatives
just flew in.

Well, what'll we do?

Give the customers
one more song

and knock off
for the night.

Take him up to your place
and keep him.

Okay.

Nicky, what time is it?

It's, uh, twenty five to twelve

and our first
New Year's alone.

- 'Hello, Nick!'
- Maybe I was wrong.

- Oh. Hello, Joe!
- Hello. Excuse me, lady.

Say, Nick, Willie the Weeper's
outside, see?

Oh. When did he get out?

He got out this morning, see

and he's on parole, see?

According to rules
and regulations

he ought to be
mingling with some

respectable people, see?

I thought you had
a nice table here, see?

- Maybe, uh..
- Oh, by all means.

Oh, that's fine.
You're a gent.

Hey, boys!

Everything alright,
Mr. Charles?

Everything's all something.

You needn't worry
about Mr. Landis.

Polly's going to see
he gets home alright.

Waiter!
No check for this table.

Anything they want
is on the house.

- Yes, sir.
- Oh.

I can't let you do that, see?

Ah, but I insist.
You're my guests.

Come on, boys!

This'll mean a lot
to Willie, see?

New Year's Eve
and everything, see?

Alright, Dancer,
if you insist.

It's mighty wight of you.
Meet the rest of my party.

(all)
Hi.

Gentlemen, be seated.

This is Willie.
You remember Willie.

Well, how are you?
Glad to see you, Willie.

Likewise.

I am honored to be
at your coming-out party.

Nora, this is
Willie the Weeper.

- Delighted.
- Likewise.

- And the boys.
- Hi.

How do you do?

Do you boys know Dancer?

- I don't wanna know him.
- Aw, he's a crumb.

Oh, don't say that, boys.
He's giving the party.

Everything's on the house.

- Yeah?
- That right?

Well, that's different.
Why didn't you say so?

- Drinks and everything?
- Sure.

- Champagne, boys.
- Me, too!

Sure, champagne.
Willie?

Scotch... with a
champagne chaser.

Likewise.

Well, what do you say?

Wouldn't take much to make me
leave this town for good.

We could have a lot
of fun on 25,000.

What's the use talking about
that? You haven't got it yet.

Don't worry, I'll get it.

When did he say
he'd let you know?

Tomorrow.

There's my number.
I got to go on.

Listen, go and call him now.

Don't let anybody hear you.

If he says he'll give it
to you tonight

I'll go
with you right away.

We got time for
one more song, folks

before the new year.

Ms. Polly Byrnes will sing
a new number for you

"Smoke Dreams."

[audience applauding]

- Where's he going?
- Getting his hat and coat.

Uh, say,
get me mine, will you?

[Polly singing "Smoke Dreams"]

♪ Smoke dreams ♪

♪ Here by a campfire ♪

♪ Dreaming I see you ♪

♪ Near me ♪

♪ Singing ♪

♪ Here by a campfire ♪

Boy, you certainly
can pick 'em.

I never seen such a guy.

Every time I meet him, he's got
another good-looking gal.

- We haven't met for years.
- Oh?

When he gives you the sack,
let me know, will you?

I certainly will.

She's hot-looking,
ain't she?

Shut up, you lug.
It's his wife.

See?

♪ Darling I spend this hour ♪

♪ With you ♪

Well, have you
made up your mind?

Alright,
I'll give you the money.

What, tonight?

Well, I can't give it
to you tonight.

Well, I have some bonds
that I've been..

Well, of course
they're negotiable.

Now, now, wait a minute!
Just a minute.

Well, that's a lot of money.

How do I know
you'll keep your promise?

How do I know you'll
really stay away, and--

Even if Selma does decide
to get a divorce

how do I know
you won't fight it?

Alright. Forget about it.
I'll go on home.

Selma will be tickled
to death to see me.

Hmm?

I'm at the Lai Chi club.

Alright, I'll meet you there
in a couple of minutes.

Don't keep me waiting, though.
I might change my mind.

♪ Smoke dreams ♪

♪ Just smoke dreams ♪♪

[audience cheering]

[instrumental music]

You know,
it's all to the good

them seeing him
here plastered.

But we can't take
a chance on them

tipping off his wife
and having her bang in.

- Make it snappy.
- Okay.

- We want Polly!
- Where's Polly?

We want Polly! We want Polly!
Come on, now.

[indistinct chatter]

- What's the idea?
- We want Polly, see?

We come here, spend all this
dough, and what does she do?

She sings one song
and quits.

Now, boys,
she had to run along.

- Thanks.
- Glad to be of service.

[indistinct chatter]

Do you think
she'll really take him home?

She'll take him somewhere,
I'm sure of that.

What do you mean?

I mean, did I ever tell you

that you're the most
fascinating woman

this side of the Rockies?

Wait till you've seen me
on the other side.

(Harold)
'And I said to him, "You ain't
gonna give me a ticket'

you big flatfoot,
and you know it," I said.

I said, "I got a right
to turn there

and you know it," I said.

I said, "I ain't got all night
to be sitting here gassing

"so go polish your buttons and
leave me be on my way

'you fat palooka," I said.'

I know,
and then you busted our crime.

Alright.
Thank you, Sir Galahad.

You'll keep your promise?

You don't mind
if I go home for ten minutes?

- What for?
- Oh, don't worry.

I won't see
your precious Selma.

I just wanna get
some clothes.

Ten minutes shouldn't
matter to a man

who's waited
as long as you have.

Well, ta-ta.

[car door closes]

- Huh?
- I'm worried!

I'm going to phone
and see if Robert got home!

I don't care
whose wife she is.

I don't like a dame
that gets noisy

after she's had a few snifters.

Don't you think I'd better?

Alright, but hurry.
It's almost 12:00.

I'll be right back.

[instrumental music]

Here. Get on that phone
and stay on it. Hurry.

Well, that settles that, huh?

Never mind.
They don't answer.

I told her to take him
straight to her place.

- Mr. Landis?
- 'Yeah.'

(Dancer)
'I wanted her to get him
in shape so he could go home.'

Mr. Landis on phone.
I hear him say he go home.

Oh, he did, huh?
Good.

He's a relative of Mr. Charles.

'Felt sort of responsible.'

Oh, well..

I think I'll go out
and get some fresh air

in one of my lungs.

Be back in a minute.

[whistling]

[instrumental music]

[drawer opening]

(Selma)
'Robert!'

Hello, Selma.
How are you?

Where have you been?
Oh, why do you do these things?

I've been going crazy.

There, there, darling.

No, no. I won't this time.
I won't forgive you.

You're not gonna
make a fool of me again.

Alright, darling.

I only came for a moment
to get some clothes.

Where are you going?

A little trip.

No, you're not!
I won't have it!

I won't!

[groaning]

Want to kiss me
goodbye, darling?

Thank you.

[engine whirring]

[bell tolling]

[engine whirring]

[bell tolling]

[gunshot]

[bell tolling]

Selma, Selma, what's happened?

He was going away,
and I tried to stop him.

[bell tolling]

Now, Selma, listen to me.

Now, listen! I want you to go
back to the house.

You've never had a pistol,
you understand? Hear me?

You've never been
out of the house tonight.

You don't know anything
about this.

Understand?
Now, come on. Hurry.

[bell tolling]

[instrumental music]

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year, everybody!

Happy New Year, darling.

Uh.. Oh. Excuse me.

[chuckling softly]
Well, I guess there must
be some mistake.

Oh, no!

Why, yes, you see..
In the dark..

And-and my wife said that
she'd be right back.. But I..

- Oh, yeah?
- Would be..

Uh... hmm?

Excuse me.

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year to you, too.

Nora! Darling!

Sugar! Happy New Year!

- Nicky, you're bleeding!
- Hmm?

- Yes, dear.
- Oh, yes, yes.

- A little accident.
- I know.

This New Year's traffic
is terrible, isn't it?

Yes. Yes. You made any
New Year's resolutions?

Not yet.
Any complaints or suggestions?

Uh-huh. A few.

- Which?
- Complaints.

Alright, shoot.

Well, you don't scold,
you don't nag

and you look far too pretty
in the mornings.

Alright, I'll remember.

Must scold, must nag, mustn't be
too pretty in the mornings.

Happy New Year, baby!

Say, what are you doing here,
anyway?

Still trying to call Selma.

Ah, well, what.. Oh.

Well, come on.
I'll find you a phone.

[mumbling]

(Nick)
'Hello, Dancer.'

Come in, come in.

Once a gumheel,
always a gumheel, huh?

And I don't like gumheels.

But I thought you'd quit it
when you married a pot of money.

Did he call me a pot?

You know, I don't like
to be critical, Dancer

but, uh, you know,
it doesn't look quite right

when you and your partner
and your prima Donna

and your best customer
all go out at the same time.

Gives the place a sort of
vacant look.

Have you ever been thrown out of
a place, Mr. Charles?

Let's see. How many was it up
to yesterday, Mrs. Charles?

Well, uh, how many places
have you been in, Mr. Charles?

Hello. Aunt Katherine?

This is Nick.

I mean, Nicholas.

What?

Oh.

Yes, I will.

Well, now,
if you're through in here..

Ahh, Polly.

Another of our travelers
has returned.

I've only..

(Nick)
'Ah, no sooner said than done.'

'Quite a gathering
of the clans.'

I wonder which one of you would
be more surprised

if Robert Landis were to walk in
here right now.

Of course, you know that
that couldn't happen.

Don't you, Dancer?

I don't know what you're talking
about, and I don't care.

- Now get out of here.
- What is it, Nick?

(Nick)
'Robert's been killed.'

- Killed?
- Get out of here!

Oh, no. On the contrary

we're going to have a lot more
people in.

- Give me that phone.
- Certainly.

See?

You better go to Selma, Nora.
She may need you.

Hello?
This is Nick Charles speaking.

I want to get hold of Lieutenant
Abrams of the homicide squad.

Why're you calling him?

It's a cinch none of us
shot Landis.

Maybe to explain how you knew
he was shot.

[gun splashing]

(male #7)
'Hey! What are you doing there?'

How did Mrs. Landis and her
husband get on together?

Any fights? Any arguments?

- No, sir.
- 'Mr. Abraham!'

How dare you question my
servants?

Lady, a man's been killed.

- I got to find out who did it.
- Surely, you don't think--

How do I know what to think
if nobody'll tell me anything?

Did you hear anyone leave the
house after Mr. Landis left?

- Certainly not!
- Will you please let him talk?

- Mr. Abraham--
- My name is Lieutenant Abrams!

Well?

No, sir.

Alright, I'll see you all later.

Obviously, just a holdup.

A hold up?

With that bracelet and those
bonds left on him?

Henry, will you show
Lieutenant Abrahamson out?

(Abrams)
'Lady, I'm not going
till I see Mrs. Landis.'

Now, look, I can't help it
if you don't like me.

I'm just doing my duty.

I tell you, Mrs. Landis
cannot see anyone!

She's under the care of
a doctor.

- What's her doctor's name?
- Dr. Kammer.

- Dr. Adolph Kammer?
- Yes.

- Oh, so, that's the way it is.
- 'Precisely.'

Sorry to inconvenience you,
Lieutenant Abrams.

(Abrams)
'Okay, doc.'

Then you're willing to
take the responsibility

of not letting me talk to her?

My dear sir, it's not a question
of responsibility.

Mrs. Landis has had
a very great shock.

It was necessary to give her
something to quiet her nerves.

Could she talk to
you in her sleep?

- When'll she be awake?
- 'Not for some hours.'

Do you often have to give
Mrs. Landis things to quiet her?

Okay, doc, check that off.

- Then, is she crazy?
- You're insulting!

Lady, I've seen this guy
three times in my life

and all three times,
he was on a witness stand

testifying that someone
was nuts.

First it was that Mrs. Gerris.

Then the Darryl woman. And..

By golly,
she shot her husband, too.

(Katherine)
'Too? What right have you to say
a thing like that?'

In view of that very
definite accusation

I think, Ms. Forrest,
that you should insist

that your attorney is present

at any future interviews
with the police.

Anybody's tongue is liable
to slip.

Oh. Lieutenant Abrams!

Hurry. Nick's waiting for you
down at the Lai Chi Club.

- He's got them all down there.
- What happened?

I don't know. He knows.
He'll tell you everything.

I hope somebody can tell me
something.

- Where's Selma?
- She's sleeping.

She's not to be disturbed.

I won't disturb her,
but I'm going to be there

when she wakes up.

Well?

I don't think that, as yet,
there is any reason for alarm.

[knocking softly]

Selma.

Selma.

[door latch clicking]

They're-they're going
to arrest me.

They're going to arrest me,
aren't they?

No, no.
Of course they're not, dear.

They all believe I did it.

Aunt Katherine, the doctor,
all of them.

No, no, Selma.

They don't think that at all.

I heard them. I know.

Now, darling..

But I didn't kill him!

I didn't-I didn't..

I'm-I'm sure I didn't.

You'll help me,
won't you, Nora?

Why-why, of course, darling.

But you'd better lie down now
and get some rest.

(Selma)
They-they-they gave me some
pills but I didn't take them.

(Nora)
You should have, dear.
You need to sleep.

No, no. No, I can't.

I can't.

I've got to think.

D-David, David!

- What about David?
- He thinks so, too.

He-he-he must think so,
or he wouldn't have..

- He wouldn't have what?
- Nothing. Nothing.

We..

You tell him I didn't.
Tell-tell him I didn't do it.

Darling,
couldn't you telephone?

No. No, no.
Someone might be listening.

No. You go to him.
Tell him I didn't do it.

- Hurry!
- Alright, Selma, I will.

[whistling]

(man on radio)
'This is your news reporter
speaking.'

'The old year was hardly out
when death struck savagely'

'in the slaying
of Robert Landis'

'wealthy young society playboy.'

[doorbell ringing]

[doorbell ringing]

(Nora)
'It's I, Nora!'

Well, hello, Nora.
This is a surprise.

Nick with you?

[door closing]

What's the matter?

[sighing]
Oh, just let me sit down.

Don't you know what's happened?

No. What?

Oh..

Well, first,
Robert was killed.

- He was killed?
- Yes.

We saw him at the..
David, look!

'That's the brother of the girl
that was with Robert!'

Don't let him get away.
He might know something.

I'll get him as
he comes out the alley.

Not so fast, buddy.
Mr. Law speaking.

Get inside there.
Who you got in there with you?

Hey, you! Just a minute.
Get out of that window.

What are you trying to do?
Make a getaway?

I'm not trying to
make a getaway.

There was someone
on the fire escape.

- Where is he?
- He's gone now.

Alright, then. Come on.
Let's get going.

Now, look, officer,
this lady is..

I know all about this lady. I've
been trailing her ever since

she left the Forrest House.

Come on, let's get together
here. Come on.

- Where are we going?
- We're going to headquarters.

Well, there must be some
mistake. I'm Mrs. Nick Charles.

Yeah, and I'm Mother Goose.
Step on it, girlie. Let's go.

(Dancer)
'Now, listen,
I've been trying to tell you'

'for the last half-hour none of
us had anything to do--'

Shut up, Dancer.

If I want more of your charm,
I'll ask for it.

Let her talk. Now go on.

I took him home,
like Dancer told you.

Did you hear a shot?

Well, I heard something. Like
backfire from an automobile.

It was foggy, and..

Well, I was too far away
to see anything.

I thought I'd better get out
of the neighborhood

if I didn't want to
get into trouble.

Aw, phooey!

Why don't you ask her
what she was too far away from?

From wherever it was
it happened.

If I hadn't been too far away

I would've known what it was,
would I?

Well, I..

I give up.

Alright, Dancer,
where were you?

I went out to get some air.

What city ordinance
does that break?

I went with him.

Where did you go
for all this air?

Air pretty much same
everywhere.

We go in my car, ride around.

- Ask chauffeur.
- Riding around, eh?

New Year's Eve,
the place is jammed

and you two are riding around.

Phooey!

- 'You listen to me!'
- Hey!

You don't know who I am! Listen,
I came here to see a client!

This is very important business!
No, you listen to me!

You can't do this to me!

Hey, hey, lay him down.

Hello, Casper.
He's our lawyer.

I knew there'd be some shyster
around.

- Well, well, what is this?
- Do I know?

So a guy comes in
and buys a drink.

He goes out,
and somebody kills him.

What are we supposed to do?

Give the customers insurance
with the drinks?

Not a bad idea.

I didn't recognize you,
Mr. Charles!

Remember me?
Floyd Casper!

Oh, yes, yes.

How are you?

[Floyd laughing]

Always kidding.

Why, Abrams..

You don't think that
these people would have

anything to do with a thing
like that!

Why, I've known this lad since..

Save that for the D.A.

- You got a gun?
- Sure, and a permit.

You? You?

If you want to take those,
we'd like a receipt.

Tell that shyster of yours
to shut up

or I'll drag you down
to the hall of justice.

- On what charges?
- Witnesses.

To ask 'em questions.
You ought to know.

Your clients spend nine-tenths
of their time doing it.

Take these down and check 'em

with the bullet that killed
Landis.

Hold it a minute..

You..

- You got a gun?
- No.

- What did you do with it?
- I never had one.

Nobody has anything,
nobody knows anything.

Alright, go ahead.

Ms. Byrnes has a brother
who has a gun.

And my chauffeur tells me
that he hung around outside

until just about the time
she and Landis left.

If he was there, he was just
hanging around waiting for me.

He wouldn't kill Robert,
Mr. Charles.

He wouldn't have no reason!

I'm not accusing anyone.
I'm just talking.

But I think you ought
to find him.

At least he might give
his version as to why

Dancer threw him out.

If that little rat tries to hang
anything on me, I'll..

You leave my brother
out of this!

Take it easy, take it easy!
That's what they want.

They want to get you at
each other's throats.

Just answer what you want to
and don't let 'em get you.

I can't stand that shyster!

I was beginning to suspect that.

Did you call me, Nick?

No, not yet, Harold,
but you ought to stick around.

'Outside. It's, uh,
very close in here.'

Where is this brother of yours
that didn't kill anyone?

He lives in a hotel on Turk
Street. I don't know just where.

You don't know much of anything,
do you?

Well, I honestly don't know
which hotel!

- Phil's always moving.
- What's the matter?

Does he have to move every time
he don't kill someone?

Don't be so funny.
You got me in stitches.

[switch clicking]

(Abrams)
'Stay where you are, everybody!'

- 'Oh!'
- 'Get that switch!'

(Harold)
'I'll get 'em, Nick!'

[gunshots]

[Polly screaming]

[telephone ringing]

[clattering]

Hello?

Hello.. Oh.

Hello?

What?

I can't hear you. There's so
much noise going on around here.

What?

Oh, headquarters?

Well.. Yeah,
this is Nick Charles speaking.

Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy,
will you, fellas?

I can't hear a thing.
Look, Dancer just got away.

Yeah. Have the boys pick him up,
will you?

- It's alright, Nick, I got him.
- Wait a minute.

My chauffeur thinks
he's got him. Uh..

[man grunting]

[indistinct]

No!

No, it's Abrams he's got.

Harold, you better let him up.
He may not like that.

(Polly)
Say! What's the idea?

- Take it easy, lady.
- Let go of me, will you?

What do you think you're doing?

The lights went out. Do you want
me to stand out there

while Nick might be in trouble?

- What was the shooting?
- I guess it was me.

(Abrams)
'Did you get him?'

I thought it was him
coming through the door

but I guess it was only me
in that mirror.

(Abrams)
'And I want..'

[clearing throat]
And I want..

I want to have a description
of that brother of yours.

What are you picking on
Phil for?

What about Mrs. Landis
killing him?

Maybe she found out
we was going away together.

Maybe she found out about that
Graham giving him the bonds.

Don't talk till you get
legal advice!

You're their lawyer, not mine!

How do I know you won't leave me
holding the bag?

Now we're getting somewhere.

Pick up Mrs. Landis,
doctor or no doctor.

Come on, all of you. We're going
down to headquarters.

- You can't do that!
- Come on!

[clamoring]

What?

Uh... all it sounds like to me

is that they picked up my
wife in a man's apartment.

- Say it again.
- That's it.

That's what she says.

I've never seen your wife
myself.

- Let me talk to him.
- Graham.

David Graham.

Hold him?

- Okay.
- Why, this is all crazy.

- That can't be Nick.
- It's him, alright.

Tell him it's Nora.

She says to say it's Nora,
Mr. Charles.

Nora?

Nah.

Sounds like a phony to me.

Better throw her in the fish
tank till I get down there.

Right.

Well?

- Throw her in the fish tank.
- What?

- Why..
- Throw her in the fish tank!

Why, of all the..

[knocking on door]

[knocking on door]

(Dancer)
'Will you open this door
or will I kick it in?'

What did I tell you about
horning in on

somebody else's game?

Alright, matron.

(Nick)
How you do?

I'd like to get the gal out of
the women's tank.

Oh, yes.

Is this the one that was doing
the fan dance?

- Fan dance?
- Yes.

Well, if it is,
she's been holding out on me.

Hi there.
Say, are you a lawyer?

Hey! Did Mr. Fineburg send you?

[indistinct chattering]

- Please be quiet.
- Who you looking for?

- Will I do?
- 'Thanks a lot. I'll say.'

- 'Bail us out of here!'
- Do you see her?

No, I guess she isn't here.

(Nora)
'Nicky, here I am!'

- 'Excuse me! Wait a minute.'
- Huh?

- What?
- 'Wait..'

Excuse me. Here I am.

Uh, well... th-this is a fine way
to start the new year.

Nicky, get me out of here.

How long has this thing
with David been going on?

Oh, stop that.
Get me out of here.

I've got something to tell you.

- About the case?
- Yes.

I'll get you out on
one condition.

No more detecting,
no more cases. Promise?

But this is important.

- Never mind.
- Nick!

Well?

I promise.

- Alright. Let her out.
- 'Come on.'

[indistinct chattering]

- Are you Mrs. Charles?
- Yes.

Lieutenant Abrams wants you
for questioning.

- Questioning?
- Yes.

Don't worry, darling.
I'll write you every day.

Were you and Landis
on good terms?

Decidedly not.

- On bad terms?
- Very bad.

You and Mrs. Landis
were once engaged.

- That's right.
- Until Landis came along?

Yes, sir.

Ever ask her to divorce him
and marry you?

I may have.
But she never said she would.

But you hoped she would.

And you thought with him
out of the way, she might.

Now, look,
I didn't kill Robert.

Did I say you did?
But you did pay him to go away.

Yes. Yes, I did.

[knocking on door]

Let them in.

Will you please sit down,
Mrs. Charles?

I, uh, I have to ask your wife

a couple of questions,
Mr. Charles.

- I.. I'm sorry.
- Oh, that's quite alright.

Now, Mrs. Charles, why did you
go to Mr. Graham's apartment?

Why, why..

Well, uh, perhaps
I better leave.

Why, Selma had a silly idea

that David thought
she killed Robert

and she wanted me to go
and tell him that she didn't.

Oh, now, wait a minute.

I can't imagine her thinking
a thing like that.

That's ridiculous.
I haven't seen her for two days.

Will you come in, Mrs. Landis?

- Selma..
- Nora.

Dear, sit down.

Oh!

David, I didn't want you
dragged into this.

Mrs. Landis, why did Mr. Graham
think you killed..

Now, I never said that, and I
never thought it for a minute!

It's alright, David.

He had every right
to think I did it.

He's just trying to protect me.

He heard a shot,
he came running up to me and..

Just a minute.

What were you doing there?

I wanted to make sure that he
kept his promise to go away.

Oh, okay.

Go on.

Well, he rushed up to me
and found..

...found me standing near Robert
with a gun in my hand.

But the shot came from round the
corner from in front of me.

You mean you didn't..

No.

Look at the gun, David.
It hasn't been fired.

Oh, Selma..

Selma, forgive me.

It's alright, David,
of course I forgive you.

Well, that's all settled.
Come on, Nora.

Good-bye, lieutenant.
Good-bye, all.

Now, wait a minute.

Maybe he believes you.
He's in love with you.

But I got to have
something more than that.

Where's the gun?

I've got to see that gun,
Mrs. Landis.

I haven't got the gun.

I-I gave it to David.

'David, where's..'

What is it, David?

Selma..

...I thought you were guilty.

I thought I was doing
the only thing. I..

- I threw the gun away.
- You threw the gun away!

This is the craziest case.

But they can find it. I..

I can tell them
exactly where I threw it.

I-I'll send divers down for it.

- Well, they've got to find it!
- Ah, phooey!

She don't want that gun back
any more than you do.

Swear out a warrant
for the arrest of Mrs. Landis

on the suspicion of murder.

[moaning]

Here.

Here. Get..

- Get some whiskey.
- Yes.

For both of us.

[door latch clicking]

[yawning]

That goes for you, too.

[clearing throat]

Go on!

[door latch clicking]

[yawning]

[Nick sighing]

[chuckling softly]

[Nick clearing throat]

[sighing]

[groaning]

[breathing deeply]

[phone clicking]

[groaning]

[breathing deeply]

[sighing]

[switch clicking]

What did you say?

(Nick)
'Hmm?'

Did you say something
about scrambled eggs?

No, darling.

You must have been dreaming.

- Are you hungry?
- No.

Why? Are you? You want some
scrambled eggs, dear?

'Cause I can fix them for you
if you want 'em.

(Nora)
'Oh, no, darling.
I don't care for any.'

- No? Sure?
- 'Really.'

- Oh, well, goodnight, baby.
- 'Goodnight.'

After all,
if I want scrambled eggs

I can get them for myself.

(Nick)
'Mm-hmm.'

Of course, I'm not as
good a cook as you are.

- Uh-uh.
- 'Don't bother about me.'

(Nora)
'You go right on sleeping,
darling.'

Mmm.

I love to watch you sleep.

You look so cute.

[giggling]

Nicky.

Have you any pictures
of yourself taken as a baby?

Hmm? No. No.

(Nora)
'Aw, that's a shame.'

'I want to see
what you looked like.'

Well, I'll have some
taken in the morning.

Poor Selma.

Poor David.

Nicky.

- Can you reach the water?
- Hmm?

- 'Uh, can you reach the water?'
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, no, I-I just..
I don't want it.

I just wanted to be sure
you could reach it.

Come on.

I'll scramble those eggs.

[switch clicking]

Now, if you can manage the
bread, I'll whip you up

some scrambled eggs
that'll be a poem.

I'm so glad you're hungry, too.

Here. Chase this.

No, no, no.

This. Go get it.

'Now, eggs, milk..'

...butter.

Well.. What's the matter?

Oh, I'm thinking of poor Selma
down in that jail.

Well, now, don't worry,
darling.

Tomorrow they'll find the gun,
and it won't have been fired

and Selma will be set free.

But you don't really think
she did it?

- No. Now, where's the salt?
- Over there.

You're not saying that just to
make me happy, are you?

- You really mean it?
- No.

- No, what?
- No pepper.

Well, it's there,
next to the salt.

Oh, thanks.

Then what?

- Yes, I mean it.
- Of course, you're right.

She didn't do it.
She couldn't have done it.

I don't think I'd kill you if
you ran off with another woman.

Well, that's something to
look forward to.

I might, though.

Uh, you mind, sugar?

[glass shattering]

Oh!

[Asta barking]

Hey!

Don't forget to shut the gate.

Nick, what was it?

Oh, it was, it was a stone.

'Look!
It's got a note tied to it!'

[chuckling softly]
Silly little woman.

I told her to stop writing me.

Asta! Asta, drop that!

'Asta!'

Asta, drop that!
That's a clue!

[barking]

Oh, he thinks we're playing!
Nicky, Nicky, come help me!

- Look at him.
- Huh? Where is he?

Over there.

[barking]

Has he got the, uh,
N-O-T-E?

Yes.

Don't pay any attention to him.
Just be nonchalant.

[humming]

[growling]

[growling]

(Nora)
'Asta!'

Asta!

D-d-darling,
let me discipline him. Asta!

[barking]

Come here, this minute.

[barking]

You hear me?

This minute!

Asta! Asta!

Ooh! Never mind me.

- Get him.
- Yes.

Asta!

Did you get it?

Got the rock.

(Nora)
'Nick! Nick!
He's eating it up!'

Asta.

Here. Look! Ppp! Ppp! Ppp!

Pretty. Pretty. Pretty rock.

'Get the pretty rock!
That, a boy!'

Asta, look, look! See?
See the pretty rock?

When he runs after the rock,
you grab the paper.

Get it, Asta.
Get the pretty rock.

That's a good doggy.

I have it.

"Mr. Charles.

'"Phil Byrnes,
alias Ralph West'

'"is a ex con'

'"and was married to Polly
in Topeker'

"three years ago.

He lives.."

What are we supposed to do?
Send him an anniversary present?

Nicky, phone Abrams.

And have him here keeping us
up all night?

Well, don't you see?
If Phil is her husband

then he shot Robert because he
found out about him and Polly.

Nicky, you must phone.

Well, just as you say.

Here, you.

Bad Asta. You swallowed that
address. How could you?

And I've been boasting about
what a smart dog you were.

Just for that,
you sleep outside.

[barking]

[Asta barking]

[barking]

Nicky.

[instrumental music]

(male #8)
'Paper! Paper!'

(male #9)
'Extra! Ten cents a copy!'

'Extra!'

[music continues]

I don't think Mr. Charles
wishes to see anyone.

You just tell Mr. Charles
I'm here. That's all.

Good morning, Peters.

Mrs. Charles couldn't sleep,
so I'm up.

- Good morning, Peters.
- Good evening, madam.

Good evening?
Well, it's only 6:30.

- Yes, sir.
- It's still dark.

It's dark again, sir. You slept
right through the day.

- Was it a nice day?
- A dreadful day, madame.

The reporters and the police
were trying to

get up here all day.

I guess we didn't miss a thing.

Oh, quick, the morning papers.

The morning papers
are not out yet, madam.

Not out yet?

These are the evening papers.

- Oh.
- There you are.

Well, it doesn't seem right

the evening papers
with breakfast.

If you hadn't wakened me
we'd have slept

right through till morning,
and then everything

would have been alright.

Mr. Charles, there's one of
those policemen

outside the door right now.

- What shall I do about it?
- Oh, show him in.

He probably wants to question
Mrs. Charles again.

Doesn't say whether
they found the gun.

Oh, I forgot,
I'm mad at you. Hmm!

Look at him prancing around
with that clue in him.

- Oh, hello, Mr. Abrams.
- Oh.

- Good morning.
- Good evening.

Yeah. Oh, yes.
Good evening.

Uh, will you have
some breakfast?

- Thanks. I just had dinner.
- Oh.

- I give up.
- Have they found the gun?

- No.
- Oh, Nick.

Think you're gonna convict her
if you don't find it?

Hm, maybe I do
and maybe I don't.

It's what the..

It's what the DA thinks.

Oh. What about the other guns?

Dancer's and Lum Kee's?

They're 38's, alright,
like he was killed with.

But the experts say they're not
the guns that did it.

Oh. Fifty will get you two-fifty
that she didn't do it.

You'd have to say that,
being you're family.

But that Lai Chi gang has got
the best out in the world.

They wouldn't have killed him
till they cashed his check.

- His check?
- Oh, I forgot.

- You didn't hear about that.
- No.

He gave Polly a check for
$20,000 yesterday.

Twenty thousand dollars? Robert
never had $20,000 in his life.

Yes, he did. I went to the bank
to see about it. Here it is.

His wife put this in his account
just a couple of days ago.

It looks alright.
Have you got any of his checks?

(Abrams)
'I got all of his,
and they're okay, too.'

I just want the ones
he gave to Polly.

(Abrams)
'Well, here's the first one
for $75.'

Seventy-five.
Now that's better.

(Abrams)
'And here's the next one
for a 100.'

Oh, 100? Going up, huh?

'Perfect.'

- Forgery.
- Let me have the big check.

Let me see!
I've never seen a forged check.

(Nick)
There you are.

- How do you have your eggs?
- Where's your phone?

It's over there on the table
between the bed.

Well, I can't see anything.

Mr. Charles, where is the rest
of this phone?

(Nick)
'It's in the drawer.'

[Asta growling]

Hey, now, nice doggy.

Will you tell him I just
want to use the phone?

Now, behave yourself, will you?

Look out.

Well, I don't understand.

The signatures look
exactly alike to me.

- Well, that's just it.
- That's just what?

Nobody writes this much
the same twice.

They traced these signatures
from his first check.

Oh..

"Oooh.."

Hello. Hello, Joe?

[Asta growling]

Joe? Joe?

Go down and pick up that
Polly Byrnes for me.

Okay.

Say, do you want this thing
back in the drawer or..

- 'No, that's alright.'
- Uh..

[growling]

Look, will you call
this bloodhound off

so I can get out of here?

Asta! Asta, come here.

Don't you know Mr. Abrams
is on our side?

What's the matter with you
on this case?

You're losing your grip.

Get Dancer yet?

Yeah, he showed up
as soon as it was light.

Had a story about not
wanting to be around

when the shooting started,
him without his gun.

- What about Phil? Found him?
- Nope.

Somebody threw this through
our window last night.

- Where's the rest of it?
- Asta ate it.

Polly said it was a hotel
on Turk Street.

That's right.

Say, you want to give it
a try with me?

Yes, if you give me a couple
of minutes to dress.

Yes, you wait downstairs,
we'll be right down.

Hey, wait a minute!

Where do you get
that "we" stuff?

- I'm coming with you.
- Oh, not cured yet, huh?

Certainly not.

Don't worry, darling,
I won't be in the way.

Well, of course
you won't, sugar.

I just want to make sure.

'Nick! Nick!'

[banging on door]

'You dog!'

'Let me out!'

[tires screeching]

You stay here, in case
he tries to make a break.

Is Phil Byrnes in?

- We ain't got no Phil Byrnes.
- Have you got a Ralph West?

- Yep.
- Is he in?

- I don't know.
- Any way of finding out?

Walk upstairs if you want.
Room 212.

Get on the back stairs.

Telegram for Mr. West.

After you, my dear lieutenant.

Dead, alright. Strangled.

And beaten up some
before the strangling set in.

Well..

'Someone's hair in his hand.'

Watch out.

'Pair of spectacles.'

I'll have the boys phone.

We'll give this room
a good casing.

(Nick)
Here's another.38 for your
experts to match up.

I guess the heater is his,
alright.

He's wearing an empty
shoulder holster.

And I guess this is the key
to that Byrnes girl's apartment.

It's got her number
stamped on it.

Another good guess would be that
Selma Landis didn't do this.

Fair enough.
But he wasn't killed

the way Landis was either.

I'd like to know what
your laboratory says

about that hair
and those cheaters.

Okay.
Anything else on your mind?

Yes. That key. Could I borrow it
for about an hour?

Sure.

How about your skeleton key
just for good measure?

Alright.

Say, what are you looking for?

I haven't the faintest idea.
Just a hunch.

This is straight
from the feedbag.

They just found Phil's body,
strangled to death.

Say, that's tough.

Polly's going to feel bad.

Thanks.

[door latch clicking]

Polly in yet?

No, police here,
looking for her.

Well, stall 'em.
Keep 'em here.

I'm going up to her place.
Be back in a minute.

Get out there!

Wait, brother, wait.

[door latch clicking]

[switch clicking]

[switch clicking]

[door lock clicking]

[switch clicking]

[door lock clicking]

[switch clicking]

[drawer clattering]

[door opening]

[gunshots]

[creaking]

[creaking]

Say, what is this, bank night?

[dramatic music]

Read all about the big murder!
Extra! Paper!

'Read all about the big murder!'

Flash news bulletin.
A body believed to be

'that of the janitor
was found in a hamper'

'in the basement
at 346 White Street.'

'Police linked this murder
with the Landis killing.'

All extra paper!
Read all about the big murder!

Murder! Murder! Murder!

'Get an extra quickly!'

Sorry to have to ask you to come

to a place like this,
Mrs. Charles, but..

Is it Nick?
Where is he? Is he hurt?

No, he's alright.
He's upstairs now.

What I asked you down for is,
we found a man's body here.

He was a janitor
in this building.

Been dead about 24 hours.

Shot near the phone there.

Now the telephone company
tells us that at about 7:30

last night, that'd be just
before he was shot

someone here called up
information

and asked for
Nick Charles' number.

Now, Mr. Charles
doesn't remember this

Pedro Domingues, and I thought
perhaps you might be able to.

Pedro Domingues.

He was my
father's gardener.

About six years ago.

A small man
with a mustache?

Yeah,
that's the one.

[telephone rings]

Hello?
Just a minute.

Call for you,
lieutenant.

Would you mind going down
and taking a look?

- Just to make sure?
- Certainly, not.

Would you take
Mrs. Charles down?

- Right.
- Hello?

Well, those glasses you found
in Phil Byrnes' place

are nothing but window pane.

The hair is false

and the gun is not the one
that was used on Landis.

Ah, you're
a great help.

Did you find out about
the fingerprints in his room?

Dancer's, eh?

Well, that helps a little.
No others?

Okay. Oh.

Get to work
on this case, will you?

And take a look at the bullet
that killed this guy. Thanks.

Funny you didn't recognize
this Pedro Domingues.

Why?
Did Nora know him?

Yeah. Used to be
her father's gardener.

- Oh.
- Remember him now?

Whoever remembers
a gardener

unless he squirts
a hose at you?

Here, hold this,
will you?

What is it?

You'll see
in a minute.

Think, uh, Mrs. Landis
might know this Pedro?

- She might.
- And that Aunt Katherine?

Possible.

What do you think
you're doing?

There it is.
Hold that, will you?

Well, what do you know
about that?

- A ladder.
- Sure.

And 50 will
get you $2.50

that it just reaches down
to Polly's apartment below.

With this left over for good
measure, when he got there.

- Well, let's try it.
- Sure.

This end first.

(Nick)
'How about it?'

- You're right.
- Yeah.

Now what'd you find out
about the person

who occupied this place?

Not a thing. Not a finger
print in the room

not a stitch of clothes,
nothing.

Anything in
Pedro's books?

No, just that
someone named Anderson

took it a week ago.
Paid cash in advance.

That's all, huh?

Oh, there's a record
of a new lock on the door.

Bought it yesterday.

Wait a minute. What does
the card on the door say?

That won't help
you much.

(Abrams)
'No, just Anderson.
No front name.'

'No Mister, Missus,
or Miss.'

Isn't that just dandy?

You know, I got a feeling
if we could just find out..

- Who took this place--
- 'I took this.'

- You took what?
- I took this picture.

I found it in
Pedro's apartment.

I wanted to show it
to you.

You see, he was
our gardener.

These are the servants we had
down at father's place.

There's Pedro and Rose
and there's Annie.

Oh, yes, darling,
that's just fine.

And I'm sure that Lieutenant
Abrams will be very grateful.

What do you think
we ought to do?

Bring them all up here everybody
that's mixed up in the case.

Let's shake them all up
and see what we get.

Say, you're on.

We're going to
take him tonight?

We're going to try.

Come on let's get something
to eat. I'm thirsty.

Well, how are you
going to do it?

I haven't
the faintest idea.

I'm just going to
look and listen

and pray that
somebody makes a slip.

Just one slip.

[indistinct chatter]

- You get them all?
- They're coming.

- Selma
- Take her upstairs.

Nora, what is it?
What does this mean?

Darling, darling, don't worry.
Nick will fix everything.

I wish I were
as sure as she is.

Figured out anything
about the setup here?

- A little.
- What's your plan?

Build up a case
against each of them.

Throw everything
we've got at them

and throw it hard enough
to bounce.

I'll make it bounce,
alright.

- Hey, wait a minute
- 'It's alright, let him in.'

What is it, Nick?
Have they found the gun?

- Not yet.
- Selma's upstairs.

- Oh, she is?
- No talking now.

It's alright.
I'll go with him.

[indistinct chattering]

- Oh, Selma.
- David!

Now, none of that,
none of that.

No, no, sirree.

Tom, what about
a few more chairs?

I'll keep my eye
on them, huh?

Sure, Mr. Charles.

Busybody.

(David)
Thank you, Nick.

(Katherine)
This is outrageous!

Bringing us to a
place like this!

[laughter]

Great.

Oh, that's fine.

Well, they're all here.
Miss Forrest just came.

- Good.
- You didn't ask Aunt Katherine?

Oh, I thought we'd better
return her hospitality, dear.

We owe her something
after last night.

I'm going to get
myself a box seat.

(Polly)
'Now, don't get so fresh!
Take your hands off me!'

(male #10)
'Alright, sister, I just wanted
to see if you had a gun.'

(Polly)
That's a new name for it.

Just wait till
you boys ask me

to do another
benefit for you.

Alright, inside.

Say, is that
Mrs. Landis?

Yes. Would you
like to meet her?

No, thanks. I've had
enough of that family.

How are you, Lum?

I got restaurant to run.
No time for this.

If you're worried
about the place

we'll have it
closed up for you.

Dancer, we almost ran into each
other earlier this evening.

That so?

Too bad I missed you.

Oh, then it was you.
Thanks, I wasn't sure.

[sucks teeth]

- Where's Casper?
- His phone's out of order.

Then why don't you send a
messenger?

What's the matter with you?

Shut up, you!
Cut out the chatter!

- Well, Nicholas?
- Ooh.

I might have known that
you were at the bottom of this.

Come right in,
Aunt Katherine.

How much more of this
nonsense have I got to endure?

We hope that
this will be the last.

(Nora)
Aunt Katherine,
sit over here.

Yes, uh, oh, this must
be Dr. Kammer.

I've heard so much
about you from David.

Won't you come in and sit down?
Just find a chair.

(Abrams)
I asked you all down here

because we found another
murder had been committed here.

He's a man I think you all know.

- Pedro Domingues.
- Pedro? Killed?

Yeah. Don't you
read the papers?

I was in the jug.

Well, what do you
know about him?

Nothing. I only saw him
a couple of times

when I went to pay
my rent.

What about you?
You're in and out of here.

You must've known him.

Sure, I known him.
So what?

And you?

I never been to
this house before.

You?

I have nothing to do with it.
I'm here to attend Mrs. Landis.

(Abrams)
'You're here
to answer questions.'

'Did you know him?'

No.

You knew him, Mrs. Landis.

I-I knew him?

Yes, you remember him,
Selma.

He used to be our
gardener at Ross.

David, you remember him?

Was he the man
with the long white mustache?

(Abrams)
'Yeah. What did
you know about him?'

Well, nothing.
That was six years ago.

'I haven't seen him since.'

What about you?

I can't see what
possible connection

this could have with us!

You don't, eh?

Well, I'll tell you!
Pedro and Robert Landis

were both shot
with the same gun!

Now, there was some monkey
business going on down here

we want to find out about.

You tell 'em,
Mr. Charles.

Yes, with pleasure.

It seems that
one week ago

Pedro, rented this
apartment to someone

calling himself or herself

Anderson.

Did you ever see this Anderson?

No.

Ever hear him
up here, above you?

- No.
- And I thought not.

He was rather clever
and ingenious, this Anderson.

Always wore gloves,
never left a fingerprint.

He intended, with the
aid of this ladder

to crawl down into
your place some night

and polish Robert
off with this.

Then he was going
to climb back up here

unscrew the ladder

throw it out that window
on the dump heap down below

then walk quietly out
leaving you

hold the bag
for Robert's murder.

Now, do you know anyone who
thinks enough of you to do that?

Why, no.

(Nick)
'You're Dancer's girl,
aren't you?'

(Polly)
'I work for him.'

(Abrams)
That's not what
he asked you.

Well we got
an understanding.

(Nick)
Did Dancer know
that you were

going away with Robert?

Why, why..

Go on, go on!

You told us before.

You promised you'd
keep that a secret!

I'll never trust
a cop again!

Now, listen,
if you made her dicker

with the cops, okay.

But that ladder stuff
is a lot of malarkey.

No one did come down
that ladder.

And Landis wasn't
killed in her place.

The only reason he wasn't
killed in her place

was that Anderson
was found out.

Pedro came in here yesterday
to lay a new rug.

He didn't like
the looks of things

so he changed the lock
on the door.

When Anderson came in

he found that he was locked out.

Then he heard Pedro
telephone me downstairs.

And he shot him.

So what?

- So, who is Anderson?
- I'll bite. Who?

Polly, Phil had a key to your
apartment, hadn't he?

- Yeah.
- And so had Dancer?

- Yeah.
- What about Lum?

- No, of course not.
- Anybody else?

Nobody. Say, what do
you think I do?

Go around stuffing them
under doors?

(Dancer)
'He's trying to hang
this murder on us'

'to protect his family.'

If the janitor didn't think
everything was on the up-and-up

why don't he call the cops?

Why does he call you?

Because it's a family affair!

She knocked her
husband off!

- Everyone knows that!
- I didn't, I didn't!

Oh, yes, you did.

Then you got that lug
to throw away your gun.

- It isn't true!
- 'Now, that's a lie!'

Now, Mrs. Landis.

Mrs. Landis.

You knew your husband and Polly
were friends, didn't you?

- No.
- But you knew..

- There was a woman?
- Yes.

- And you knew this Pedro?
- Now, lieutenant.

Suppose we take up this
check business.

Wait a minute,
who's doing this, you or me?

Well, it certainly
never has been my party.

Maybe this guy is right.
How do I know?

Were you ever
in this room before?

No.

What about you?

Why, of course not!
What do you think?

I'll tell you
what I think!

She had this room,
and you knew about it.

You knew she was
going to kill her husband

and you had this Dr. Kammer here
all ready for the nut alibi.

I attended Mrs. Landis
just to make sure

that she did not do
anything desperate.

Mrs. Landis' mind
is not balanced.

Now, that isn't true.

There's nothing the matter
with her, it's you!

You're trying to
drive her crazy!

There's another mental case,
right there.

[clamoring]

(Abrams)
Break it up!

(Nick)
Wait a minute!

(Nora)
Nicky!

Nicky!

Hey, what's the idea?

(Nick)
'This way, darling.'

[clamoring]

Darling, you have the nicest
relatives and friends.

- Mr. Charles! Mr. Charles.
- Yeah.

Don't walk off and
leave me with this bunch.

I wouldn't have said
what I had

if I hadn't been
a little bit punchy.

This gang has got me nuts!

Aw, go on, Nicky.
It's just getting good.

- Atta girl.
- Alright, darling.

Let me know when
you've had enough.

Now, take it easy.

Well, suppose we all
go about this thing quietly.

Dancer? Uh..

Oh, yes, there you are.

You know that check
of Robert's

for 20,000 was a forgery.

So what's it to me?

It was traced
from another check.

I still say,
so what's it to me?

Oh, just a minute,
lieutenant.

We'll handle it
differently.

Selma, did you deposit
that check for $20,000

to Robert's account
a couple of days ago?

- No.
- Oh, yes, you did, Selma!

I remember
your telling me.

(Nick)
'Did you, Selma?'

Yes, I think perhaps I did.

I must have.

You think that Robert
forged her signature

and you're trying to
hush it up, aren't you?

Aren't you?

No.

For years you've paid
to hush up his scandals.

Don't you see that that's just
what they're counting on?

Selma, is that the
vanity case he sent you?

Yes.

And when you returned it,
you sent a note along with it.

Yes.

You took a signature of
that note, traced it

on this check and deposited
it to Robert's account.

Then you forged Robert's
signature to the other checks

and had Polly keep him busy
until you cashed them.

And then I suppose
I knock him off

and stir up all this fuss
before I get the dough.

What kind of a stumblebum
does that make me out to be?

You're the kind
of a stumblebum

that left your fingerprints
all over the room

when you killed
Phil Byrnes.

- Phil's dead?
- Yes. Strangled.

Well, I didn't do it.

Then why did you
go to his place?

Because I thought
he'd gunked my game.

I figured he'd tried to hold up
Landis and had to kill him.

So I pushed him around a little
just to learn him manners.

Ah, phooey!

When I left him,
he had a split lip

and a couple of dents
in him

but he was just as much alive

as you are,
if that means anything.

Just a minute, lieutenant.

Polly, who knew that
Phil was your husband?

What?

You were married,
weren't you?

Yeah.

Oh, so Phil
was your husband?

As if you didn't know.

I didn't know it until now.

I wish I had, baby.

Didn't you ever tell anyone
that you were married?

- No.
- Would Phil have told?

No! He knew if Dancer heard,
I'd lose my job.

Did you and Phil
ever talk about it?

Yeah. One night last week.

But nobody could've heard.

We were alone,
down in my room.

Oh.

With these earphones,
Anderson could hear

everything that went on
down in your place.

- Everything?
- Everything.

Holy smoke!

He knew more about all of you
than you know yourselves.

Dancer, you went
to Phil's room

right after you pulled
the switch at the Lai Chi.

- Didn't you?
- Yes.

That was about 1:00.
What time was Phil killed?

About 4:00,
as near as we can figure.

Mm-hmm, at 4:30, Anderson threw
this note through my window.

He was beginning to make use
of the information he gathered

while he was up here.

Dancer, how do you
spell "married?"

Get Casper on the phone.

We're past that.

Polly, how do you
spell "married?"

M-A-R..

Um..

M-A-double-R

Y-E-D.

Thank you.
You see, when it comes

to words like that,
an illiterate person--

What do you mean,
illiterate?

My father and mother
were married right here

'in the City Hall!'

Having a good time,
Mrs. Charles?

It couldn't be better.

This note is a poor
attempt at illiteracy.

The easy words
are spelled wrong

and the tough ones
are spelled right.

Like to see it, Lum?

That was meant just to get me
down to Phil's place.

To find his body.

And your fingerprints, Dancer.
Somebody's framing you.

You say you don't know
this Pedro?

No.

Well, there's a picture
of him over here.

Perhaps this will
refresh your memory.

(Abrams)
'Were you in on this check
business?'

I know nothing
about it.

You lie!
You were up here

with those earphones on,
listening to everything.

'You were sore because they
weren't cutting you in on it.'

'You followed Landis that night
and tried to stick him up'

'but something went wrong
and you had to kill him!'

I do not kill Pedro.

I do not follow
Mr. Landis.

Ask Dancer.

'I go with him
to get air.'

So you're the one
that's framing me, huh?

You weren't with me!

You can't use me for
an alibi! You're dirt!

Wait!

Just a minute, please.

All this time I've been waiting
for someone to make a slip.

Someone has made it.

'We've been wrong.'

This wasn't a killing
for money.

It was a murder of
hatred and revenge.

Polly, what did Phil
go to the pen for?

- Blackmail.
- Blackmail.

Did you and Phil talk
about that, too, down below?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

David, when, uh, were you
supposed to give Robert

the money to go away?

- This morning.
- In cash?

Yes.

And when he decided to
go last night

you had
to give him bonds.

Yes, that's right, Nick.

But where did you
expect to get cash

on New Year's Day,
a bank holiday?

[stammering]
Well, funny,
I forgot about that.

No, you didn't, David.
You never intended

to give Robert that money.

You didn't want him
to go away.

You wanted to kill him.
You wanted to get even

with him because
he took Selma away from you.

Nick, please, I..

Nora, is he fooling?

Oh, no.

But you were fooling, David,
when you said

that you hadn't
seen Pedro in six years.

You said that he had
a long white mustache.

Well, he has a long
white mustache, now.

But look at that picture.

There he is six years ago

and his mustache is
neither long nor white.

You didn't notice him six years
ago any more than I did.

You remember him as
you saw him last night

when you shot him.

You killed him, and
then you killed Robert.

Phil saw you do that.

That's why he followed you.

That's why he was
on your fire escape.

He was going to
blackmail you.

So you killed him, too.

And then you threw
that note into my window

hoping to throw me
off your trail.

David! David, don't let him say
those terrible things.

Tell him it isn't true!

Tell him it isn't true!

Ask him why he threw
your gun away, Selma.

He knew that it
hadn't been fired

and that you'd only
have to show it

to prove your innocence,
yet he threw it away.

Ask him
why he did that.

David, say you didn't do it!

Wasn't it because
you hated her

as much as you did Robert?

Wasn't it because you wanted to
get even with her, too?

Wasn't it because
you wanted to see her

hang for Robert's murder?

Oh, David.

Tell her the truth, now, David.

You don't have
to pretend anymore.

Alright, it's true,
every word of it.

I've hated her,
hated them both

ever since she
threw me over for Robert.

I've been planning
and waiting and watching

for the time to come
when I could get even

with them
for ruining my life!

I killed Robert, but
not the way I wanted to!

It was too quick, too easy!

I wanted to see him suffer
like he'd made me suffer!

I wanted to see you hang.

'I wanted to see you
go gradually madder'

and madder and madder
until the day

finally came
when you were going to hang!

Well, I made a mess
out of everything, alright!

[all gasp]

I don't want a single move
out of any one of you.

Alright, Selma.

I may not see you hang.

But I'm going to
see you die.

- Don't be a fool, David.
- Get out of the way, Nora.

(Selma)
Nora, let me go. He will.

No jury will
hold you responsible.

Dr. Kammer was right.

I got six bullets
in this gun.

One for her and one for myself.

Yeah, one for myself..

...and the rest are for anybody
who tries to stop me!

(David)
Get out of the way!

[gunshot]

(Abrams)
Give me that gun!

- Get him up!
- Nicky!

(David)
I'll kill her!

(Abrams)
Get him out!

(David)
I'll kill her! Let me out!

Good heavens, I was right.
The man is crazy.

I can't believe it!
David!

Well, you certainly
can pick them.

Nice work, Abrams.
Nice wo--

Oh, yeah?
Come on, Dancer!

- What for?
- For about ten years.

For forgery.

And not counting
the potshot you took

at Mr. Charles.
Come on, get outta here.

You, too, sister.

- Listen, this wasn't my idea.
- You were in with him.

- Weren't you?
- Yeah, but--

Well, you're going to be
in with him again. Come on!

Nicky, are you sure
you're alright?

I'm afraid so.

Nice work, Lum.

And you sent his
brother up.

Sure, Mr. Charles sent him up.

Number one detective.

I don't like my brother.

I like his girl.

I'm your friend,
you betcha.

[train horn blaring]

Here's to a very
pleasant trip abroad.

London, Paris, Vienna,
and Points East.

Ah, splendid,
Dudley, splendid.

You're getting better
every trip.

The telegraph board
at the last station

said there's a lot of telegrams
for Mr. Nick Charles.

Who's Nick Charles?
I never heard of him.

That's what I said.

Fine!

Your room's ready, ma'am.

Thanks.

Well, goodnight, dear.

Goodnight, sleep well.

Don't worry, I shall.

Goodnight, Nick.

And thanks so much
for everything.

I want to kiss you.

- May I?
- Go right ahead.

But I warn you, it's a hard
habit to get out of.

Goodnight, Selma.

[train horn blaring]

Nora!

What's the matter, Nick?

- It isn't true.
- What isn't true?

Shh!

Pinch me.

- Why?
- Pinch me!

It is true.

- What?
- We're alone.

No family, no friends

no reporters, no police,
no nothing. Good!

I suppose we ought to
decide where we're going.

Why, do you care?

No. But I haven't
any clothes.

Well, what's the difference?

Saves you the trouble
of packing.

And I don't need

anything in the world,
darling

but you and a toothbrush.

What's that, hmm?

Hmm. Looks like
a baby's sock.

[chuckles]

[instrumental music]

And you call yourself
a detective.

Why, Mrs. Charles..

[howling]

[music continues]