All language subtitles for Sudden Dan

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Lu�s Filipe Bernardes

Hey, now, what's the matter, Joe?

If there's anything wrong...

...let's find out what it is.

Gas.

Mother!

Mother!

Mother.

Mother, are you in here?

What's going on in there?

I told you not to have that dog
barking before and I don't want to...

What's that smell of gas...

Operator. Operator, I want
an ambulance.

What happened?

Oh, Mrs. Kelly, my mother, is she...

Hello? This is an emergency.

5334, Lynbrook Place, apartment 102.

Yes, yes, that's right.

The gas heater. Asphyxiation, I think.

Yes, sir.

- Yes, please hurry.
- She's dead.

Hello.

This is Lt. Doyle speaking.

Yes, apparently.

As far as I can tell, death was
caused by asphyxiation.

Yes.

I'm pretty sure the coroner's report
will bear me out.

Goodbye.

I'll need the answer to a few
more questions, Mr. Curtis.

Sorry to have to bother you.

That's perfectly all right, Lieutenant,
go right ahead.

Do you mind telling me how long
you've been blind?

- Five years.
- How did it happen?

An accident at home.

What kind of an accident?

I went in the bathroom to get
my eyedrops and...

...took the wrong bottle from
the medicine closet.

Well... Mr. Curtis, we, um...

We found a note from your mother
on the bureau.

A note?

- What does it say?
- I'll read it to you.

"Dear Wallace,

Forgive me for what I am about to do.

There will be enough insurance
money left...

...for you to engage Dr. Hastings
for that operation.

I want you to have it done at once.

Bless you and all my love, Mother.

I never wanted this.

Curtis, who's Hastings?

He's an eye surgeon, one of the
best in the country,

but he won't succeed any more
than the others did.

There have been other operations then?

Yes, they just build up your
hopes for nothing and...

...charge you a lot of money.

Was your mother employed?

Yes, she was a partner in a dress
manufacturing outfit downtown.

My father died before my accident,

His partner, Mr. Wilkins, took my mother in
to work in Dad's place.

What's the name of the firm?

- Playtime Togs.
- Playtime Togs.

Is the business successful?

It has been.

Lately the going's been pretty rough.

Was your mother worried about that?

Yes, yes, I think she was.

When was the last time you were
with your mother?

- Tonight at dinner.
- Did she seem depressed?

- No, I don't think so.
- Unduly nervous or agitated?

Not to my knowledge.

Mr. Curtis,

you said you were at the Braille Institute
when this happened.

What time did you leave
the apartment?

Oh, about 7:30.

And you got home about, um...

About 10:30?

Yeah, that's right.

All right, Mr. Curtis.
Sorry to have troubled you.

No trouble, Lieutenant.

You're sure you'll be all right
here alone?

Of course.

If we can help, you just give
me a ring.

Thank you.

Good night.

Good night.

Oh, excuse me!

Wally! Oh, Wally, darling.

- You're Mrs. Kelly?
- Yes.

- I'm Lt. Doyle of the sheriff's office.
- What now?

I'd like to talk to you, please.

I just talked to two policemen already,
can't you ask them what I said?

I have, Mrs. Kelly, I'd like to go
over it once with you, though.

It was about eleven,

the animal was barking,
I went down the hall,

the Curtis's door was open,
I went in the bedroom,

the boy and his mother were in there,
the gas had been on, it was turned off then,

he said he'd turned it off and
Mrs. Curtis was dead.

- Who called the ambulance?
- He did.

I see.

Tell me, Miss Curtis, do you think Mr. Curtis
will be able to take care of himself?

Well, I suppose so.

He's going to have to find some place
to live by the end of the month.

I can't worry about him burning down
the place, and that dog.

Yes, this whole thing is pretty rough.

Do you know how he lost
his eyesight?

Well yes, it was an accident
with an eyedrop bottle.

It was two bottles that looked alike,
it was just plain carelessness.

Is there anyone who'll be able
to look after him?

Well, maybe that girl who's
in there now.

She works in his mother's place of business.
Comes here all the time to dinner.

- Feels sorry for him, I guess.
- Yes, that's too bad.

His mother must have been mighty devoted
to him to make this sacrifice.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Kelly.
Good night.

What makes you think she was
devoted to him?

He wanted an eye operation
and she said she couldn't afford it.

Well, I guess he'll have it
now alright.

I thought it was the other way around.
He said he thought it was useless...

...and she wanted him to have it.

- Who told you that, him?
- I'm asking the questions, Mrs. Kelly.

The other night I thought
they'd come to blows.

You could hear them yelling
all over the house.

- What were they quarreling about?
- Well, the usual thing, money.

She said she'd borrowed so much
on her insurance...

...that the company wouldn't make
her another loan.

And he said they'd have to figure out
some other way to get it.

Are you sure he said that?

Just as sure as you're standing there,
he said exactly that.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Kelly.

Good night.

What do you think?

Vera.

What do you think?

Try walking with it.

I don't know that it does
very much for me.

Well, I'd like to see what it does
for your public on the beach.

That would be more of a test,
wouldn't it?

All right, Vera, that's all
for now, thanks.

I'm going to do a little more work on it,
I think it'll be a nice number for us.

Well, if you think so.

All this time I thought she'd like it
because it goes with her blond hair.

Well.
Come on, Virginia.

Right here.

I'm Lt. Doyle of the sheriff's office.

I'd like to see Mr. Wilkins, please,
if he's in.

Yes, sir. Just a moment.

Lt. Doyle of the sheriff's office
to see you.

Very well, send him in, please.

Yes, Mr. Wilkins.

Will you go in, please, Lieutenant?
It's that door right there.

Thank you.

I'm Raymond Wilkins, Lieutenant.

- How do you do, sir?
- Mr. Wilkins.

This is Mr. Caldwell,
Mrs. Curtis's attorney.

- How do you do, sir?
- Mr. Caldwell.

What can we do for you, Lieutenant?
Won't you sit down?

No, no, thanks, I'll only be a moment.

Gentlemen, this is just a routine
investigation.

I don't know if you can help me
or not, but...

- I would like to ask you a few questions.
- By all means.

Mr. Caldwell, is there anything
on the Curtis will...

that may have a bearing on the case?

I hardly think so. Mrs. Curtis's will
left everything to Wally.

It's very simple. Just one paragraph.

How long ago was it written?

Two years almost to the day.

I remember there was a sister
mentioned in the previous will.

She died, so Mrs. Curtis had the will
changed to its present form.

- Are you the executor?
- I am.

Is there anything in the estate
besides the insurance policies?

There doesn't appear to be right now.

Of course I'll know more after
I've made a thorough check.

Wally informs me that his mother
has borrowed on the insurance policies.

But I assume there's enough equity
to pay for the operation.

If it's successful, as we all hope,
I intend to take Wally into the firm.

And train him in his mother's job.

I see.

Mr. Caldwell, there's one thing
that puzzles me.

Why there aren't other assets.

Jewelry, a bank account. After all,
Mrs. Curtis drew a salary.

Lieutenant,

when the going is tough, we pay
our overhead in our employees.

But the partners don't draw any salary.

It's as bad as that?

Well, competition is pretty keen, we're
trying to keep our heads above water.

Mr. Wilkins, did Mrs. Curtis ever indicate
to you that she planned to take her life?

She was a very unhappy woman,
Lieutenant.

Always worried about her son.

Then you weren't particularly surprised
when this happened.

Frankly, I couldn't say that I was.

I knew that she'd make any sacrifice
to help her boy regain his sight.

Is Curtis going through this
operation, do you know?

Yes, I've completed arrangements
with Dr. Hastings,

he's going to operate next week.

How does Curtis feel about
his chances?

Well, he isn't very optimistic.

But in view of what has happened,

he could scarcely do less than
respect his mother's wishes.

Yes, of course.

Well, gentlemen, thank you very much.

Oh, uh, before I go I would like to have
a few words with your young lady.

The one Curtis is interested in.

Designer Miss Baxter, of course,
Lieutenant.

Her office is the first door
on the right.

Thank you, gentlemen.

- Lawyer?
- Sheriff.

Oh.

Come in.

Yes?

Well, I'm Lt. Doyle of the Sheriff's office.

- I'm sorry if I'm intruding.
- I'll bet you're sorry.

It's perfectly all right, Lieutenant.
Did you want to see me?

Yes, if, um... if you don't mind.

Not in the least.
Alright, girls, that's all for now. Thanks.

This um... looks like a very interesting
business, Miss Baxter.

- Won't you sit down, Lieutenant?
- Thank you.

I think I have a pretty good idea
why you're here.

Yes, it's Mrs. Curtis. We've got to examine
all the angles. Perhaps you can help.

I'll try.

Miss Baxter, did you see Mrs. Curtis
the day she took her life?

Yes, yes, of course.

Did she seem all right, or did you get the
impression she was upset about something?

No, she seemed perfectly
all right to me.

But I must say I didn't see too much of her,
Monday's a pretty busy day around here.

When did you last have dinner
with the Curtises?

Sunday, Sunday night.

Did she seem all right then?

- She seemd her usual self.
- What was her usual self?

Lieutenant, she was a fine person.

She worked hard and she
was very brave.

It is hard to believe she
committed suicide.

How long have you known
Wally Curtis?

- Since high school days.
- And this was before his accident?

Yes, long before.

You went steady?

Are you engaged?

No, not now.

We were planning on being married
when his accident happened.

That sort of changed things.

He was going to be a commercial artist.

But if by any chance this operation
should prove successful...

Please, don't.

Don't even say that.

I'm sorry.
Well, it's just that...

I've suffered so many disappointments.

- Oh, Mr. Curtis.
- Hello.

I was terribly sorry to hear
about your mother.

- Thank you, Lois.
- Wally...

It was a frightful shock. I can't
tell you how sorry I am.

Yes, yes, I know, Dave.

- Oh, is Phyllis in?
- Why, yes.

- Yes?
- Mr. Curtis is here, Miss Baxter.

Be right out.

Excuse me.

- Wally.
- Phyllis.

I didn't expect to see you here today.

Mr. Caldwell phoned me to meet him here.
We have to go over Mother's affairs.

Oh, Mr. Curtis, he's waiting for you
in Mr. Wilkins' office.

- Thanks very much, Lois.
- Hi, Joe!

Good morning, Mr. Curtis.

- Oh, it's Lieutenant Doyle, isn't it?
- That's right, how are you today?

All right, thanks.

What is he doing here?

Oh, he's just being thorough.

Would you mind typing
a couple of addresses for me?

Not at all, Lieutenant.

Are you making out all right,
darling?

Pretty well, considering.

I'll come over tonight and fix
dinner for you.

All right, thanks.

- Wally, my boy.
- How are you, sir?

2117.

East Alameda.

Will there be anything else, Lieutenant?

No, that's all. Thank you
very much.

Warren and Benton,

Spring Arcade Building.

That's it. Thank you very much.

My pleasure, Lieutenant.

Where is Mr. Curtis's office?

Right over there.

Thank you.

Here, Al, have the lab check
these typewriter samples...

...against the suicide note in
the Curtis case.

Right.

Sorry, he's not in our files.

What happened at the inquest?

Just what we figured.

The verdict is probable suicide
by asphyxiation.

You don't seem to be buying it.

Look at this, Mike.

I found it amongst Mrs. Curtis's
personal effects at the office.

- What's your point?
- See the date on that wire?

4:12 p.m. on the 16th.

So?

That was Monday.

Just a few hours before
Mrs. Curtis's death.

I still don't dig what you're getting at.

I found this on her desk calendar.

A person contemplating suicide
would scarcely write...

...a reminder for a luncheon date
two days later.

Well, you can't tell about
these things, Andy.

People can be feeling all right, then suddenly
a fit of depression comes over and... boom!

They do it.

I don't know, I somehow don't feel
that Mrs. Curtis was the type, Mike.

Anyway, see if you can locate Woodruff.

Thanks. Did you check the
apartment again?

Sure. Nothing. There were fingerprints,
of course, the boy's.

When he threw open the windows.

Or lowered them.

You know something's brewing,
don't you, Joe?

It's uncanny. As if he could read
our thoughts.

Maybe he can tell our future too.

How about it, Joe?

How are we gonna come out
on this operation?

We're going to come out just fine.

Third time's a charm.

If I only could believe that.

You've got to believe it.
I do.

You know, when I think of
all the possibilities...

Don't, Wally.

when I allow myself to think...

...all the happiness.

Oh, don't... darling...

- Hey, there, Joe!
- Joe, Joe!

Oh, Joe, I think he's jealous.

Are you sure you don't mind
taking him in for a few days?

No, not at all, don't be silly.

It's not going to be any trouble.
We're going to have a great time together.

I wish he understood he was
on vacation.

He's forgotten how to romp.

Today he's much too dignified
to chase cats.

Yeah. We'll see what we can
do about it, won't we, Joe?

I'd better be going, darling.

Mr. Wilkins and I will pick up
you and Joe in the morning.

- I'll get it.
- All right.

Hello, Miss Baxter.

Wally, it's Lt. Doyle.

- Come in, Lieutenant.
- Sorry if I'm intruding.

Not at all. I was just leaving.

I'll pick you up tomorrow morning.

Okay, honey.
Thanks for everything.

Bye.

She's a very nice girl.

You're lucky to have her.

- What is it today, Lieutenant.
- I saw Mrs. Kelly again, and...

...she insists that she heard you and
your mother arguing about money.

That's not true.

What has she got against you?

I don't know. She's resented me
ever since I moved in here.

She resents my dog.

And I don't mind telling you I'm getting
fed up with all this questioning.

What are you trying to prove?

Let's just say I'm trying
to satisfy myself.

All right, let's say it.

Where do we go from there?

Miss Baxter and yourself, you're very
much in love, aren't you?

Go on.

Miss Baxter told me that you
broke your engagement...

because you don't want to be
a burden to her...

...and you won't marry her unless
you get your sight back, right?

Go on.

That's all.

A man might do anything
to regain his sight.

Doyle, you are a louse.

All right, Curtis, once again now.

How did that accident happen?

How many times do I have to tell you?

I went into the medicine closet
to get my eyedrops...

...and I got a hold of the wrong bottle.

- Who put the drops in your eyes?
- I did!

You're lying, it was your mother.

How did you find that out?

I make it my business to find
things out.

Mrs. Kelly.

Have you got anything to say
before I go, Curtis?

I'll be seeing you.

I hope you're right, son.

Dr. Hastings, Miss Baxter.

How do you do, Miss Baxter?

- Hello, Wally.
- Hi, doctor.

Now, I want you both to know
I'm going to do everything possible.

But, no man can perform miracles.

Well, we know that, but...

How long will it be before...

You'll all have to have the
utmost patience.

It'll be three weeks before
we remove the bandages.

What's three weeks when
we've waited this long?

The best of luck to you, Wally.

I want you to get all the rest
you can during the next three weeks.

Good idea.

There's going to be plenty of work
waiting for you at the office.

Thanks for everything, Mr. Wilkins.

I'll be running along, Wally.

Bye-bye.

Now, suppose we go over here,
young fellow?

Sit down... and let's have a look.

Come in.

Oh... it's you.

Sorry to bother you again,
Miss Baxter.

I'd like to have another
talk with you.

What about?

This is the note found on
Mrs. Curtis's dressing table...

...after she committed suicide.

It was written on your typewriter,
Miss Baxter.

- What?
- Yes, it was, we've checked.

Anything strike you as unusual
about that note?

Nothing, except it seems to have been
typed with a brand new ribbon.

Right, and you ordered a new ribbon for your
typewriter the day Mrs. Curtis died.

Do you remember what time
of the day you changed it?

I see what you're getting at.

If I say I changed the ribbon
after Mrs. Curtis went home,

you'll say I might have been
the one who typed the note.

Then it'll begin to look as if Mrs. Curtis
didn't commit suicide after all.

Well, I can assure you, Lieutenant,
I did not type that note!

What about the ribbon?

I ordered it in the morning, you can verify
that without any trouble whatsoever.

And I put it on the minute I got it.

I can't verify that, though.

Or did someone come in
when you changed it?

I don't remember.

Lieutenant, I think this is ridiculous.

You don't honestly believe Mrs. Curtis
was murdered, do you?

I never believe or disbelieve anything.

It has to be proved first.

But the coroner's jury.

We're not bound by the findings
of the coroner's jury.

They can be right and they
can be wrong.

Let's just say I haven't made up
my mind yet.

- Phyllis.
- Hello, darling.

- How are you?
- Oh, I'm all right.

Here, sit down.

Well, how's old Joe doing?

He's just fine.
Three weeks, he misses you.

Yeah.

How about yourself?

Well, let's see.

I'm still being subtly needled by Vera,
the blond queen of the office.

Dave is so miffed he won't even
speak to her.

- Good old Dave.
- He sends his best, by the way.

In fact, they all wanted to
be remembered.

Oh, did you get in touch
with Caldwell?

Did he ever get through with
that inventory?

Wally, why bother about that?
Why don't you wait...

No, no, I'd like to know.
That is, if you have the information.

Well, there's nothing of any value
except the insurance policies.

The equity is between four and
five thousand dollars.

What about the bank account?

Less than a thousand.

What about the jewelry in the
safe deposit box?

Well, Mr. Caldwell went through that
this morning with the State examiner,

There's nothing there but a few old costume
pieces that aren't worth very much.

It doesn't make sense.

Dad had some very valuable
things, why...

She had a platinum diamond bracelet,

and a diamond brooch,

and some rings...

- They were heirlooms.
- I suppose she had to sell them.

She never mentioned it to me.

Well, you know that business
hasn't been going very well and...

Well, she hadn't been drawing a salary.

It's understandable why she
wouldn't tell you, honey.

She simply didn't want to worry you.

I still say she'd never sell them.

You know, I wonder.

Caldwell had access to the
safe deposit box.

You think Mr. Caldwell would have taken
them without having been authorized?

I don't know what to think.

But I know I'm going to have a talk
with him just as soon as possible.

All right, I'll tell him.

- Well, I'd better be running along.
- Hey, hey, what's your hurry?

I've got to get back to the office.
Now you be a good boy.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Yeah, tomorrow's a big day.

I know.

Goodbye, darling.

Bye.

Good afternoon, Mr. Curtis.

Lieutenant.

You know, I missed you during
the operation.

- How are you feeling.
- All right.

Do you feel up to answering
a few questions?

Well, I have nothing else to do,
what's on your mind?

I'm still trying to find out if your
mother really committed suicide.

Curtis, how long does it take you
to get home from the Braille Institute?

- Oh, twenty minutes, maybe twenty-five.
- Walking?

- Yes.
- There's a bus stop on the corner.

Do you ever ride the bus home?

Sometimes.

How long does the bus trip take?

Ten minutes.

I'll reconstruct it for you, Lieutenant.

I got on the bus, went home,
ordered my mother to lie down,

closed the windows and then
turned on the gas.

- Oh, now, Curtis...
- Then I went outside, hid in the alley...

...and came back.

Oh, yes, yes. I... I wrote a note on a
typewriter which I don't have.

And then signed my mother's
name to it.

You could have had someone else do
it for you too, you know.

Mind you, this whole thing was
done for the purpose...

...of obtaining my mother's fortune
of $4.000.

- What about her jewelry?
- Oh, yes, yes, the jewelry.

Mr. Caldwell went into the
safe deposit box today...

...and instead of the valuables
I thought were there,

he found a few cheap pieces
of costume jewelry.

Oh? What did you expect to find?

Oh, ten or fifteen thousand dollars
worth of heirlooms.

But that's only justice. That's what
I get for committing a crime.

Now, if you've finished,
I'll tell you something.

A woman is found asphyxiated and is
survived by one relative.

A son who is blind.

The son gallantly denies that
his mother was responsible...

...for the accident that cost
him his sight.

But she was and she knew she was.

Now, presuming this is homicide
instead of suicide,

we'd have a ready-made
revenge motive.

Oh, Doyle. Again, you are a louse.

After several expensive operations that
failed, the son demands again another one.

This time engaging a top-flight
surgeon of national reputation.

His mother protests that they
can't afford it.

You still believe that, huh?

His mother had been borrowing
on the insurance policies...

...and the son knew he had to move in fast
while there was still cash value.

Now we've established two motives.

First revenge, second money.

And another thing.

I've learned that the suicide note was
written on Phyllis Baxter's typewriter.

How about that?

That naturally proves that Phyllis
wrote the note, then...

...signed my mother's name to it
and was mixed up in her murder.

I didn't say that.

I was just reviewing possibilities.

Theory number one.

Your mother committed suicide.

Theory number two, you murdered her
for reasons I've mentioned.

Theory number three.

She was murdered by someone else
for reasons unknown.

And which theory do you like best?

I think your mother was murdered.

And you think I did it.

I know you'd never marry Phyllis
unless you regained your sight.

This might have been your last chance.

Doyle, you are out of your mind.

We'll see.

I'm not through yet.

I imagine it will be quite some time yet.

We may as well make ourselves
comfortable.

I've been on the level with you
throughout this thing, Wally.

That's the way you wanted it,
isn't it?

That's right.

All right, let's take off these bandages
and see how we make out.

This waiting!

- Won't they ever get through?
- Phyllis, please.

It's silly, isn't it?

I'd wait days more or weeks more
if I thought it would do any good.

Good.

Good.

Perfect.

Well, that does it, Wally.
Congratulations.

I'll have to check your eyes
again over, just routine,

so I want you to stay here
a day or two longer.

Now, take it easy at first,
stay relaxed,

and keep out of strong sunlight.

Use these.

I don't know what to say.

- Just don't say anything.
- Shall I call Mr. Wilkins and Miss Baxter?

- By all means.
- No, no, wait a minute, um...

I'd like to tell them myself
if you don't mind.

Why, certainly. I'm very happy
for you, Mr. Curtis.

- Thank you.
- Well, until tomorrow then.

They're through.

Come in!

- Wally.
- Well, I guess it just wasn't in the cards.

I'm sorry, Wally.

You've supported more
than I can say.

It's a big disappointment,
but you mustn't give up hope.

I'll try to remember that.

I...

I'll be talking to you in a day or so.

Well...

Senate passes fire and aid bill.

High winds spread havoc in country.

Wally!

You can see.

You can!

Now don't say anything.

I just want to look at you.

Oh, I...

I look just a mess.

No.

Awful.

Oh, Wally!

I love you.

Hello?

- Mr. Curtis?
- Yeah.

- This is Mr. Caldwell's secretary.
- Yeah.

I've given Mr. Caldwell your message.

He wanted me to tell you that
he's busy this week...

...but he will get in touch with you
at the very first opportunity.

- Okay, thank you very much.
- Thank you, Mr. Curtis.

Caldwell's secretary giving me
the runaround.

Wally, why didn't you tell
Mr. Wilkins the truth?

I didn't want anybody to know
it but you.

I think it'll help me find out
the truth about Mother.

What are you going to do?

Well, first...

first I'm going to see Caldwell.

I have a hunch if I wait for him to
see me, I'll have a long white beard.

Would you drive me over
to his place tonight?

- Tonight?
- Yeah.

He lives at the Maracopa Apartments.

- Why, sure.
- Okay.

Here we are.

Looks like nobody's home.

- Well, he might be home for hours.
- Yeah.

Well, some other time.

Better get back to the hospital
before they start missing me.

Watch out for that last step.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,
this is Bill Forman reporting.

The news today is mostly concerned
with violence.

In New York, the wealthy
playboy Michael Vincent...

...was found slain in his bedroom
under bizarre circumstances.

And this crime was duplicated locally...

...when the body of George Caldwell,
prominent attorney,

was found shot to death in his
apartment on Rossmore Drive.

This is a real news beat,
ladies and gentlemen.

Caldwell's body was discovered
just minutes ago by...

- Where is he?
- Who?

- What are you talking about?
- Wally Curtis.

He's not at the hospital, Phyllis.

What?

I want to question him for
the murder of George Caldwell.

George Caldwell?

When?

- When did this happen?
- Last night in his apartment.

Somebody shot him in the chest
with a 32.

Aren't you presuming a great
deal here, Lieutenant?

After all, a blind man couldn't...

The shots that killed Caldwell were fired
from a distance of two inches.

A blind man could do that.

From all we've been able
to gather so far,

your boyfriend was the only one
who had any reason to kill him.

Wally? Why that's ridiculous,
he couldn't have done it.

- Why do you say that?
- Well, he just couldn't, that's all...

He couldn't kill anyone.

We checked with the hospital
a few minutes ago...

...and learned that you took him
out of there at 7:20 last night.

The medical examiner fixed the time of the
murder between the hours of seven and ten.

Where did you take Mr. Curtis
last night, Miss Baxter?

Well, Wally wanted to talk
to Mr. Caldwell,

so I... I drove him to his apartment.

We rang the buzzer but Mr. Caldwell wasn't
there, we left without ever seeing him.

- Can you prove that?
- I don't know.

But I'm sure you can't prove that we ever
stepped foot in that apartment...

...because we simply didn't.

Where did you go after you
left the apartment?

I drove Wally back to the hospital.

And I suppose he picked up his
things and is now in hiding.

Where is he, Miss Baxter?

I don't know.

We're going to find Wally Curtis.

And if you're not telling
the truth, Miss Baxter,

you're in for big trouble.

Mr. Curtis!

- I'd like to talk to you, Mrs. Kelly.
- You can't come in here!

The Deputy Sheriffs were just in here
and searched your room.

- Do you know what they're saying?
- Yes, yes, I know.

But I've done nothing wrong
and I'm not going to harm you.

I just want to ask you a
few questions.

Alrighty. I just want to go in the
bedroom and get my sweater.

I told you I wanted to talk to you.

You can see!

No, I can't see.

I could sense you were going
to the door.

Now pull yourself together, Mrs. Kelly.

I told you nothing was going
to happen to you.

Well, alright, ask what you want
and get out of here.

Why did you insist you heard me
arguing with my mother?

Yelling at her and demanding money,
you know that isn't so.

I heard you yelling with my own ears,
I'd take my oath on it.

Would you take your oath
that it was me?

Oh, come, come, Mrs. Kelly, you know
I never raised my voice to my mother.

Now, who called on her, who could
it have been, think!

Think hard!

How do I know who called on her,
you ought to know that better than me.

I mean when I wasn't here, when I was
at the Braille Institute, for instance.

Well, once or twice I did see a man
coming out of the apartment.

Middle-aged, sort of important looking.

Guess I thought it was the doctor,
yours or your mother's.

The doctor? What time did he call?

Oh, I guess it was 6:30, 6:45.

Once I saw a flashy-looking blonde sitting
in his car out front waiting for him.

A blonde.

Thank you, Mrs. Kelly.

That's all I wanted to know.

Operator, get me the sheriff's
office quick.

Yes?

Okay, put her on.

Hello, Mrs. Kelly, Lt. Doyle,
go ahead.

He was there, when?

All right, Mrs. Kelly, I'll send
a man over to see you right away.

Goodbye.

- Inspector.
- Yes, sir.

Send a man in car 78 to see Mrs. Kelly.
She's the manager of the Curtis apartment.

You've got his description.
And close off the area.

Yes, Inspector.

This is Mr. Woodruff, Lt. Doyle.

Mighty glad to know you, Mr. Woodruff.

You certainly led us a merry chase.

I've been traveling up and down
the coast, Lieutenant.

I was all set to fly back to New York
when the sergeant here...

...practically pulled me off the plane.

- Sit down.
- Thank you.

Mr. Woodruff, did you send
Mrs. Curtis this wire?

- Yes... It was a day or so before the...
- Exactly.

We're trying to figure out
whether your wire...

...has anything to do with the
circumstances of her death.

Just tell the lieutenant what you
told me, Mr. Woodruff.

Well, Lieutenant, Playtime Togs has always
been a very good customer of my firm,

Diana Silk Mills of New York.

And my relationship had always been
quite cordial with Mrs. Curtis.

Several months ago she informed me
that the company...

...was going to place a large volume
of business with another firm, Regal Crest.

And that she personally regretted
it very much.

Well, naturally I was disappointed.

After I made an investigation,
I called Mrs. Curtis long-distance,

and said that I'd like to discuss
the matter with her privately...

...on my next trip to Los Angeles.

She agreed, and soon after that
I sent the wire.

Unfortunately I, um...

I never got to see her again.

But Mr. Woodruff, why should there be
anything so unusual...

...about the company deciding to place
its business elsewhere,

with these Regal Crest people?

You see, Lieutenant, there doesn't appear
to be any such firm as Regal Crest.

Answer that for me, would you, Ray?

Yes?

Hello?

- Hello!
- Who is it?

I don't know, darling,
there's no one here.

That's strange.

It is strange.

Or someone has a wrong number.

You look radiant, my dear.

Here.

- Where are we going?
- You name it.

Cavarota's.

- If you're not tired of it.
- I'm never tired, darling.

Pardon, mademoiselle.

Your table is ready for you,
Mr. Wilkins.

Thank you, Jacques.

- Very good, Kenny. Good night.
- Good night, sir.

Here you are, sir.

Ah, that looks good.

That is good.

You want to know a secret, Mister?
Good stuff.

Don't let anybody tell you different.

You got good stuff,
you get a good drink.

Definite taste of know-how.

Well, I know a couple of tricks.

Here you are, Kenny.

Thanks, Bonnie.

Thanks.

- Cute number.
- Yeah, not bad.

You know that blonde that was
sitting down there before?

She's more my type.

Yeah, sophisticated, class.

But spoiled.

I mean, she's gotta have the best.

Did you get a load of those
rocks she's wearing?

They ain't glass.
And that fur piece?

That ain't cat.

But of course, he can do it.
Big operator.

- Do they come here often?
- Sure, they're regulars.

Yeah...

Yeah, they seem crazy about
each other.

Yeah, a blind man can see that.

Well.

Don't go, Ray.

I'm sorry, darling, but I have an
early appointment.

Otherwise...

You forget we're working people.

- Good night, darling.
- Good night, Ray.

Ray?

Wally, what are you doing here?

- What do you want?
- I want to talk to you, Vera.

You'll have to make it snappy.

I've no intention of letting you use
my apartment for a hideaway.

Okay, I'll make it snappy.

That's a nice bracelet, Vera.

You know, you've been doing
alright for yourself.

Why, you've got your nerve.
What are you...

That's right, Vera.
I can see you.

You know, I'm beginning to see
a lot of things.

This is quite a layout you got
around here.

Furnished by yourself too, wasn't it?

That's quite a trick on the salary
of a part-time model.

Now just a minute!

You and nobody else can come barging in
here in the middle of the night...

...and insult me. I'm going to call
the police.

Yeah, go ahead, call them.

I imagine they'd like to talk
to you too.

You know, I think you could explain
a lot of things, Vera.

Maybe a couple of murders.

What are you trying to do,
bluff me?

Are you building up to some
sort of blackmail, is that it?

Don't be silly, Vera, I simply want
you to tell the truth.

Well, I don't know a darn thing,
so now you have it.

And why are you questioning me, you're
the one who's up to your neck in trouble.

Oh, come off it, Vera. How did Wilkins
manage all this?

One murder?

- Two maybe?
- No, no.

Ray couldn't do anything like that.
Oh, listen, Wally, we love each other.

- We're going to be married, I tell you...
- Listen, what about me?

Do you think I did it?

Do you think I murdered
my own mother, Vera?

No, I don't know what to think.

Vera, who did it, who killed her?

- I don't know, I don't know.
- Yes, but you do know about the money.

How did Wilkins get away with it?
How did he cover it in the books?

Stop it, I don't know what
you're talking about!

Vera,

did my mother find out about you and
Wilkins, is that why he killed her?

Don't say that, he didn't, he didn't!
I don't know anything about it.

Oh, get out!
Get out and leave me alone!

- Hello?
- Hello, Phyllis?

Wally, are you all right?

Yes, yes, I'm all right.

Well, where are you?

I'm at the Night Hog Diner,

it's on Santa Monica and
Cresthaven, can you meet me here?

Yes, of course, I'll be there
right away.

How did you make out?

There are only a few missing pieces now,
I think you can fill them in for me.

Okay, darling, I'm on my way.

Okay, thanks.

I'll have a ham and egg sandwich on white
and a cup of coffee.

Ham and egg sand!

Oh, Wally, I've been so worried.

- Are you really all right?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

I think the pressure will ease up now.

- You want some coffee?
- No.

What are you going to do now?

See if Wilkins had an alibi for the night
my mother was murdered and...

Wilkins?

And then ask him to explain the money
he's been lavishing on Vera.

Wally, please don't try
and do this by yourself.

There's no use hiding like this. Go to Doyle
and talk it over with him.

I don't know, I haven't
decided yet.

We'll make up your mind for you.

Alright, don't give us any trouble,
come along, Curtis.

You too, young lady.

Well, look who's here.

Where did you find them, Al?

In a diner on Santa Monica
and Cresthaven.

We followed the girl there.

All right, boys, you can go.

- Sit down, Miss Baxter.
- Thank you.

Now look here, Doyle...

Now, Curtis, why don't you just kind
of relax and take it easy?

Here.

You didn't think those glasses
fooled me, did you?

Okay, how did you find out?

I called Dr. Hastings.

Curtis, why did you take off
from the hospital?

I had things to do.

Don't you know you made it
look bad for yourself?

Didn't you realize that if there'd been
any inclination to doubt your guilt,

you just about killed it
by running away?

I told you I had something in mind.

My man had something in mind too.

You know, Curtis?

It's a rare thing when innocent
men takes to their heels.

You could have been shot,
do you realize that?

Sorry.

Lucky you're not a sorry dead man.

Okay, okay, Lieutenant. Now let me
tell you what I found out.

Suppose you hold it...

...while I tell you what we found out.

Dave!

Good evening, Phyllis.

Nice to see you, Wally.

The lieutenant told me, I'm glad this
wonderful thing has happened to you.

Oh, thanks, Dave.

We called Mr. Glennon in because we had a
tip from a former customer of your mother's.

And they felt there might be some
irregularity in the company's affairs.

What kind of irregularity?

Buying goods from a company
that doesn't exist.

Paying for those goods.

Don't you get it?

This is a device for some plain
and fancy embezzlement.

Somebody is putting his hand
in the cash drawer.

- But not me.
- No.

No, not Dave. He's been very
helpful to us.

You see, it was Mr. Wilkins who had
me draw these checks and, um...

Lt. Doyle thinks your mother
was demanding a showdown when...

...when it happened.

They had some bitter arguments
in Mr. Wilkins' office.

Still, I... I never suspected. I thought
it was the usual thing.

Two partners quarreling over policy.

Dave suggests checking the records
and I think it's a good idea.

Are you sure you don't mind
at this late hour?

Oh, not at all, Lieutenant,
I told you I'd do anything I can.

Anything to help clear Wally.

Fine, um...

Miss Baxter, would you mind helping?

- Certainly.
- All right, let's go.

- Oh, Curtis.
- Yeah?

You, um...

You said a few minutes ago you had
something you wanted to tell me.

Oh. Well, skip it.

Here's some of the purchase orders
given to Regal Crest, and, er...

Here's their invoices for the goods.
Receiving tickets.

Here's a few of the checks we mailed
to pay for the merchandise.

There wasn't any reason to question them,
everything seemed to be in order.

This one's for a thousand and eight.

This one's for four sixty...

I signed them, I'm bonded, you know.

Who is Harry Apperson?

Seems to do all right for himself.

Dave, do you think you could dig up
a letter or something...

...with Wilkins' signature on it for me?

There ought to be something here,
let's see...

No... not this, that's a...

Oh... here's a memorandum he signed.

Fine, I'll have our handwriting experts
look this over tomorrow.

You know, Dave, if I were
a betting man,

I'd bet that Wilkins and Apperson are
one and the same party.

And that the same hand forged
the signature on that suicide note.

How did Wilkins ever think
he could get away with it?

Well, there was only one way.

He had to pad the inventories
and pretend that the checks...

...had been spent for merchandise.

Look here. Now here's the goods
in the stock room and, um...

here's the inventory in the warehouse.

Most of it's supposed to be over there.

And if it isn't there, there's your
definite proof, Lieutenant.

That's the clincher.
Where is that warehouse, Dave?

679, South Eastman.

Can we run over there now
and look at it?

Sure, it's only a mile or so.
We can be back in fifteen minutes.

Fine.
Oh, Miss Baxter.

This merchandise that's supposed
to be here in the stockroom,

would you know if it is here?

By checking against that list.

Fine, it's all yours.
Saves time while we're gone.

All right.

According to this invoice, Regal Crest
office is at 87, East Norman.

That's just around the corner
from the warehouse.

Dave, we can take a peek in there too
as long as we're in the neighborhood.

All right.

Miss Baxter, would you get together
every check you can find like that?

We'll need them all.
Are you ready, Dave?

I'll get my hat.

Shall we tackle the stockroom first?

Well, while you're checking in there,
I can be wading through this.

- It's right over there.
- Okay.

This shouldn't take longer
than a minute, Mike.

Here, let me help you.

Nothing in here.

Empty crates.

How do you like that? We're paying rent
for this space every month.

Certainly doesn't check with the inventory
back at the office, does it, Dave?

It certainly doesn't.

Well, let's see what we can find out
at that office on East Norman.

Thanks, Pop.

Well, Dave, it doesn't look like
this company puts out much silk.

How could they, there isn't any company.

Did you ever see the Mr. Apperson
who rents this place?

Yes, he drops in at night
to pick up his mail.

What does he look like?

Oh, middle age, medium height,

serious sort, a mustache,

dignified looking and a little gray.

That does it, Dave.

Thank you.

It's Mr. Wilkins all right.

He just used that office
to pick up the checks.

- Are you gonna send out an APB?
- A what?

All Points Bullet.

That's on television.

When the cops want to sound up
a suspect, they send out an APB.

Don't you worry, Dave. Duncan sent out
an APB while we were in the warehouse.

Ray, the things he said,
they weren't true...

No, of course not.

They're just trying to make up a case,
that's all, to frame me.

I'd better try and figure out
my next move.

Maybe he's gone to the police.

He seemed so sure.

He wanted to know how you
covered in the books.

What's the meaning of this, Phyllis?

Overtime?

I always knew you were consciencious,

but I can't understand your interest
in this department.

Oh, I see.

Thank you very much for gathering
these together,

this was something I intended
to do myself.

Like the others, Phyllis,

you force me to do this.

Brenda Curtis threatened trouble and
I had to stop her before she made any.

With George Caldwell, it was blackmail.

And now you...

...stupidly blundering in here.

You made Mrs. Curtis's mistake.

But you're not going to tell her son
any more than she did.

Wilkins, stop!

You'll never make it, Wilkins.

You'd better come out of there
with your hands up.

Your flashlight, Mike.

All right, Curtis, let him up.

Take him downtown and book
him for murder.

- Wally, are you all right?
- Sure he's all right.

He was just trying to make
the team.

Well, you must admit you had him
sized up wrong.

Yeah, I'll admit it.

You know, Lieutenant, I had you
pictured all wrong.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I figured you were a good-looking guy.

Lieutenant.

What's your next assignment?

I'm gonna send out an APB for
a couple of beers.

My treat.

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Lu�s Filipe Bernardes