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- Howard?

- Yes.

- Let me in.

- Just a minute.

- Have you been
going through my desk?

- Your desk I never go
through your desk, darling.

- Why did you have the door locked?

- I wasn't expecting
the pleasure of a visit.

- Howard, I'm not used to being--

- Locked out in your own home I know.

It's your house, your roof, your bedroom.

I just sleep here, my apologies.

- You're an ingrate, Howard, and weak.

I'll pity you after I get my divorce.

- And when may I ask will that be?

- I'm starting it next week.

Happy thought.

Why a fire on an afternoon like this?

What were you burning?

- Old love letters.

- Charlotte?
Helen?

Fools.

- They're too smart to write.

Incidentally, thanks for not
stopping my bank account.

At least I could buy a
plane ticket to Seattle.

- That's why I left it.

- Of course.

Gives your new boyfriend
much more latitude.

Who is he by the way?

When did you pick him up?

- Three years of misery too late.

- Good night, angel,

and don't forget to change your will.

You'd hate yourself on
your little pink cloud

if you accidentally left anything to me.

- Police department.

- Lieutenant Cullen, homicide division.

- Homicide, Detective Cullen.

- Lieutenant Cullen?

- No, Lieutenant Cullen's busy right now.

This is his brother.

Who's calling?

What'd the chief say?

Well.

Go on.

- I'm saddled with you.

- Maybe you shouldn't have sold him

on taking me off Market Street.

- I've got you as of now.

That's your desk you're sitting on.

You got one week for your
honeymoon starting Tuesday.

The chief hopes I can teach
you something I doubt it.

- So do I we've never
agreed on anything yet.

At least we'll be figuring a
case from two different angles.

- Here.

- For me.

- Open it.

- One of mine.

- Janet wanted one of your
baby shoes like mom had fixed.

- We'll put them both on the mantle.

Thanks, Ed.

There's a lot of Market
Street mileage on these.

I'm gonna rest my dogs for a year.

- Rest them on your honeymoon.

You got plenty of legwork
when you get back.

- Oh, a gal called you a minute ago.

- Who?

- I don't know she hung up.

- What'd she say?

- Nothing.

Wouldn't be the one, would it?

- What one?

- The one that's been under
your skin the past few months.

Look, Ed, I know it's none of my business.

You've always played your
women pretty close to the vest.

But why don't you find a
girl that's good for you,

like Janet is for me settle down?

- Reforming me?

- Fat chance.

- This one's good for me.

She's no good but that's the way it is.

- All Right, you don't
have to tell me her name.

- See you later.
- Right.

- Hello.
- Hello

- Oh, Ed, I've been trying to reach you.

- You know you're not
supposed to call me here.

- Ed, I've got to see you.

Come right over, hurry.

- Why, to have a drink with your husband?

- Oh, no no no he's gone to the airport.

He's flying to Seattle.

Listen to me he's bought a gun.

He's planning to kill me I know it.

There can't be any other reason.

- Wait a minute you don't make sense.

He's gone to Seattle but
he's going to kill you?

- He is.

He's never had anything
to do with guns before.

I can't find it, but there was an

inspection slip on the floor in his room.

He must've burned the wrappings.

He had the door locked.

Please, Ed.

Please.

- Okay, I'll be over as soon as I can.

- Hey.

You with the blue coupe.

- Hi, Janet.

- What happened?

- You got a week starting Tuesday.

- Wonderful.

What would Andy and I do without you?

- You'll find out.

See ya.
- Ed.

Stop ducking every time
I try to thank you.

With that new salary now
we can have an apartment.

- What were you gonna
do with the mug before

bed him down in your studio?

- Keep him in the closet.

Come on celebrate with us, ham and eggs.

- Sorry, I got some business.

- Blonde or brunette?

- Hiya, beautiful.

- What's that?

Have you been playing Santa Claus again?

- Something for the living room.

You can put flowers in it.

- See ya, Ed.

- Hi.

- How's my working gal?

- Happy.

I like Ed.

- Well, you're marrying
into a mighty fine family.

- Part of the plan.

If anything happens to
you, I'll have a spare.

- Oh, Ed, you took so long.

The servants are out.

I'm alone I've been so frightened, Ed.

- Stop shaking you're all right.

- I found the gun.

He hid it in the closet
I'll show it to you.

- Maybe he bought it for me.

- That's not all I found.

See this.

There was a letter from
my lawyer about a will.

I know he's seen it

because he put it back
in a different place.

He's planning something.

What am I going to do?

- First, pour yourself
a drink and calm down.

- Calm down?

Is it a nice, calm feeling knowing

that someone's plotting to kill you?

When I remember thinking
that I was in love with him,

it turns my stomach when once
I believed that he loved me.

Oh, what a fool I am.

He was in love, all right, with money.

My money he worshiped it.

He adored it.

He loves it so much he's
ready to murder to keep it.

It's murder, don't you see?

That's what it is, murder.

- You're a big girl now
cut out the tantrums.

- You're the only one that can stop him.

- Now, where's that gun?

- I'll get it.

Mix us a drink, will you?

There's brandy on the table.

Here it is.

No, Howard, it isn't there I found it.

- Lois, give me that gun.

- You did come back to kill me.

- Give me that gun.

- Have you gone crazy?

- I didn't know what I was doing.

I didn't mean it.

Hospital.

Get him to the hospital.

- Two slugs in the chest.

- I didn't know what I was doing.

I saw the balcony door open.

What do we do?

I haven't anyone else.

He drove me to it.

Well, you know that, Ed.

Well, you know what he was planning.

He was planning to murder me.

Ed, say something.

Think of something.

You know the truth.

- The truth can get you 20 years.

- Ed, are you going to arrest me?

- Operator.

- Operator, get me the Municipal Airport.

- Municipal Airport.

- United Airlines.

- United Airlines.

- I'm trying to locate Mr. Howard Frazer

flying tonight to Seattle.

Has he picked up his ticket yet?

- Frazer?

No, it's still here.

- What time was he leaving?

11:50.

Shall I page him for you?

- No, thank you he's
probably still in town.

There's a chance.

- You'll help me.

Oh, Ed, you won't get into trouble.

- Not if I can get him
back to the airport.

- Airport?

- He set up an alibi for himself
that's gonna work for you.

He checked his bag at the airport,

parked his car in the garage,

so that the parking ticket would show

he didn't use it again.

But he got killed and
robbed at the airport.

Too bad he didn't stay in the bar

instead of wandering
around outside in the dark.

Enough nerve to help me
down to the car with him?

- Yeah.

The night watchman, private patrol.

- Get my hat and coat.

Get back inside take a sedative.

Whatever happens you don't know go to bed.

Hey, wait a minute there's a third slug.

Don't let anyone in that room until you

found the bullet hole and covered it up.

- Now loading
at gate number 20.

All aboard, please.

- Excuse me, do you know
whether we can reach

the main airport buildings this way?

Could you please tell me if we can

get to the main buildings this way?

- Well, really the manners of some people.

- I asked him a civil question.

He might at least have
told me he didn't know.

- Ernest, look.

- Six, 17, 60, 17, one, four, eight.

- Hi, Lieutenant.
- Hello, Blair.

- On a case or out for another blonde?

- You sound like my brother.

- Say, I hear the kid's gonna get married.

- I'm going to be best man.

What are you doing here?

- Looking for a green coups.

Some guy got knocked off at the airport.

Lucky you're driving a blue one.

I could disappoint that blonde.

- You wouldn't do that to me, would you?

She comes across with bonded Bourbon.

- Beat it you're holding up traffic.

- Howard Frazer, 34, married.

2370 Del Mar.

Driver's license number Z-81976.

Okay, that's it, Bill.

I'll have these checked
at the lab for prints.

Send me four copies of
the report, will you?

- Sure, Cullen.
- Oh, doc, doc.

Just a couple more questions.

What about time of death?

- Not less than two hours
ago, not more than four.

An autopsy might make it more exact,

but that's the best I can do right now.

- Okay, thanks those
blood stains on the shirt,

do you notice the way they went
in two different directions?

- So.

- Well, maybe he wasn't
killed around here at all.

- It's possible.

It probably happened threshing
around before he died.

Disappointed.
- No, no, no, no.

Just checking.

- You're as bad as your brother.

- Thanks for the compliment.

- No more questions?

- No, no not for you, doc.

- Baggage from
incoming American Airlines flight.

- Oh, here you are, officer.

I must say we're a little
tired of this waiting.

Aren't we, Ernest?
- Yes, indeed, dear.

We have every desire of course

to assist in the workings of justice.

- But we do wish they'd work more quickly.

- Well, lady, we'll try and hurry them.

Now, Mr. Quimby, can you help us fix

the time a little more exactly,

I mean, when you saw the other
car and discovered the body.

Well, let me see now,

I should say it was in the
neighborhood of 10 o'clock.

What do you think, Muriel?

- Yes, dear.

As a matter of fact, it was exactly 10:00.

You had just looked at your watch.

We were worried about meeting Gladys.

- Of course, 10 o'clock it was.

We were to see a friend off,

an old friend of the family's

a second cousin--
- I see, thanks.

Now, can you add anything
to your description

of this other car?

Green coupe, you said it was

medium sized, not new.

- Unfortunately, I was on the
far side wasn't I, Ernest?

Naturally, all I saw was a
dark shape and the headlights.

- I'm afraid I can't help much more.

It was just a car, green
of course, and a coupe.

Now, I had a green coupe back in 1931.

- It was in 1933, dear.

You see, that was the year.
- Yes, yes, thank you.

Now, was there anyone in it,
Mr. Quimby, besides the driver?

- Well, let me think now.

When I leaned out and
asked my civil question,

no, no, I'm sure there
was only the driver.

A man it was.

- What did he look like?

- Well, just a man.

- Oh, Ed.

Lieutenant, this is Mr. and Mrs. Quimby.

They saw the--

- I know go ahead don't mind me.

- Okay, what did he
look like, this driver?

- Well, he was just a man.

He had a hat.

It was pulled down.

- Was there anything else
you noticed about him?

Was he big, small?

- I really couldn't tell you.

My impression, and mind you
it was only an impression,

was that he could be
described as, well, medium.

Wouldn't you say medium was the word?

- Well, uh.

- Well, I'm sorry.

You didn't see him.
- No.

- What about his coloring?

Was he dark would you say or blonde?

- I'm afraid I really couldn't tell you.

I suppose as a guess he
could be described as,

well, medium.

The fact is, officer, I
really didn't see him at all.

- United
Airlines flight number 623.

From Chicago and New York now arriving.

- Well, we won't need you
and your wife any longer,

Mr. Quimby, thanks.

- You're sure we can be
of no further assistance?

- We're only too glad to help, you know.

- Bye.
- Goodbye.

So the chief finally caught up with you.

- Yep, why don't some of these characters

get knocked off in the daytime?

- Well, I think I've covered everything.

Want me to bring you up to date?

- No, I got it on the phone.

This fellow...

What's his name?

- Frazer, Howard Frazer.

- Frazer, was found
outside the parking lot,

his wallet near him, empty,

was booked on the 11:50 to Seattle.

Quimby saw a car, which might have been

the guys that bumped him, right?

- No, no there's more to it than that.

Frazer parked his car here at 7:00.

Now, Doc Munson says the
latest he was shot was 10:00.

That makes it three hours
he was here at the airport.

I can't figure out what he
was doing here all the time.

- Eating, having a drink, meeting a dame.

- Well, I don't know about dames.

I checked with the bartender
and the head waiter.

Neither of them saw him tonight.

- You've been busy.

- And how.

Dawson, come in here.

Now, it looks like robbery,

but I can't think why a guy would shoot

unless Frazer put up a fight.

And he isn't a bit marked up.

- Anything else>

- Oh, this is the night clerk.

A telephone call for
Frazer came in around 9:15.

- What was the call about?

- Well, the fellow said he
was trying to locate Frazer.

He knew he was going to Seattle

and asked if he picked up his ticket.

I told him no.

He asked what flight he was
going on and I said the 11:50.

I offered to page him for him,

but he said, "Never mind.

"If it wasn't till then he
was probably still in town."

- Would you recognize the
voice if you heard it again?

- I might.

- Anything unusual about it?

- Sort of deep.

- Okay, thanks you can get some sleep.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Well, it looks like you
covered everything so far.

- Let's go on over to Frazer's place.

Maybe someone there can tell us some more.

- You phone there yet?

- No, no I was waiting for you.

I thought we'd do better

if we could catch them off balance

if there's anything to learn.

- You're learning awfully fast.

- I'm still trying to
figure out what Frazer

was doing at the airport for three hours.

- Why make it tough on us?

- What do you mean?

- This is your first case, kid.

Don't build yourself up to a let down.

- But I don't get you.

- Look, this job's like most of them.

You check leads, run them all down,

and you hit the right one.

- You've been telling me that for years.

- What street, was it Del Mar?

- Yeah.

- Well, this is something
I'll never get used to.

Some of them cry.

Some of them faint.

There are ones who just look at you.

Well, let's get it over with.

- Yeah, I guess breaking
the news is kind of rough.

- Well, think of Janet and how you'd feel.

You, um...

You wanna skip it this time, kid?

I can handle it for you.

- Yeah, thanks if you're sure it's, okay?

- Sure.

Lieutenant Cullen, police department.

I'd like to see Mrs. Frazer.

It's after 1:00.

- It's important.

- Very well.

- Mary?

- It's Albert, madame.

- Come in.

How long have you been home, Albert?

- About half an hour.

There's a Lieutenant Cullen

of the police department to see you.

I didn't want to disturb you.

- Police?

Well, see him up here.

- Yes, madam.

- I can't start by
ducking things like this.

- Suit yourself.

- Mrs. Frazer will see you upstairs.

- Wouldn't she rather come down?

- She's in her sitting room, sir.

This way.

- Come in.

- Mrs. Frazer?
- Yes.

- I'm Lieutenant Cullen,
police department.

This is Detective Cullen.

- Why?

What is it?

Is anything wrong?

- It's about Mr. Frazer.

- I'm sorry to have to
break it to you this way.

Your husband was killed
tonight at the airport.

- The bullet no trace of it.

Excuse me.

The plane.

- No, he was shot.

- Shot.

- I'm sorry to have to
question you like this but --

- That's all right.

If I could be of any
help, won't you sit down?

- Did you know your husband
was going on this trip?

- Of course.

He was flying to Seattle.

Salmon fishing, he often does.

- Do you know what plane he was taking?

- I'm not sure.

He left before dinner.

It was still daylight.

- What business was your husband in?

- He wasn't in the business.

Just a socialite, polo, all that.

- Did he have any
enemies that you know of?

- Of course not everyone liked Howard.

He was kind, thoughtful.

Oh, I just can't believe it.

I can't believe that anyone

would do a thing like this.

- His, uh, wallet was found

near him with no money in it.

- But he always carried a lot
of money on tips like that.

I often warned him.

Oh, please, where is he?

Could I see him?

- He's in the morgue.

- The morgue.

- Get her on the sofa quick.

No pillows.

Keep her head low.

Feet up.

- Is she all right?

Should we get a doctor?

- No, no, I told you
these things are tough.

That's it, that's it.
- I'm all right.

- Take it easy.
- I'm sorry.

- Is there anything we can get you?

- No, it's just...

Oh yes, about Howard being robbed.

- Well, maybe someone wanted
to make it look that way.

Tell me, Mrs. Frazer--

- Did your husband mention an appointment

with someone at the airport?

- No, he didn't say
anything about it to me.

- Where does he keep his correspondence?

- Well, any letters or
anything would be in his

room across the hall.

- Mind if we have a look?

- No.

- No, no, no need for you to come.

Nice layout.

Balcony out there.

Closet.

- Well, he's been burning something.

I wonder what.

- Nothing here but some
bills and some invitations.

- Hey, this lock's been broken.

Looks as if it's been jimmied.

- Doesn't look like a
professional job anyway.

That lock on the French
door when was it broken?

- Oh, uh, it happened last week.

We came home late.

I had forgotten my key.

We didn't want to wake the servants,

so Howard climbed the
balcony and broke in.

- Well, Mrs. Frazer, that's that.

We ought to apologize again

for putting you through all this,

But we had to.
- I know.

- You'll have to come down
to the morgue tomorrow.

Identification.
- Yes, of course.

If there's anything else.

- If you think of any reason

why Mr. Frazer was at the airport

for three hours, let us know.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Good night.

All right, but what does
a guy do all that time?

He didn't eat, didn't have a drink,

didn't even buy a magazine.

How did he fill in the time?

Where was he?
What did he do?

- Take it easy we'll find out.

- Say, I felt sorry for
the wife, didn't you?

- Uh-huh.

- She's sure the type you go for.

- Too rich for my blood.

I feel sorry for the man, though.

Hey, suppose

suppose the body was moved

the way I suggested to Doc Munson.

Then the three hours would be explained.

- Better learn one thing.

Never take a case to bed.

- Well, you beat Janet to that one.

Look, Ed,

I wouldn't ask but this
is my first time out.

How am I doing?

- All right, kid.

Do any better and I'll be out of a job.

- Both the bullets are 38-caliber.

I'm not sure but I'd say
the gun had a short barrel.

- What about this?

- Hm.

No, it couldn't possibly be that.

Your gun's practically brand new.

There's no record of it in this office.

- Well, thanks a lot.

Thanks a lot, Rush.
- All right.

- Well, that got us no wheres fast.

- Why we know the gun we're looking for.

What do you want a life-sized
picture of the killer?

- I wanna find out more
about Frazer and Mrs. Frazer.

Why fool around with a gun?

- One meet at a time keep your coat on.

Check the gun.

- You want me to put an ad in the paper?

- Very funny why don't you get
smart and cover the pawnshop?

- Well, I thought pawnbroker's were

supposed to report all deals with guns.

- They are but they take their time.

We can't afford to waste any.

- Okay, chief.

Hope this guy was dumb
enough to hock the thing.

Suppose he kept it or
dumped it in the bay,

mailed it to his mother.

- Hey, will you keep out
of trouble till tomorrow?

I've got to deliver you at the church.

Hello?
- Ed?

- Yeah.

- Why haven't you called me?

Is everything all right?

- I haven't had a chance.

Who do you want?
- Oh, someone's there.

- No.

No, this is 8-7.

You've got the wrong number.

Five minutes where have you been?

- To see Janet.

- I thought tonight was
supposed to be strictly stag.

- Yeah, but I had to ask her something.

We're gonna put off the honeymoon.

- Well, that won't be necessary.

You'll only be gone a week.

I can handle things till you get back.

- Look, Ed, this is my
big chance, a good one.

- Maybe it is.

Wanna postpone the wedding too?

- No, sir.

Where to, Mrs. Cullen?

We got 14 hours.

- Paris?

Rome?

Singapore?

- Singapore.

Andy, the signal said stop.

- Nothing's
stopping us today, baby.

- Our first ticket.

- 28, 2-8 the
victim from hit and run.

- Let's see your driver's license.

Oh, it's you, Cullen.

- Yeah.

- I didn't recognize you all
dolled up or the car either.

- It's my wife's.

- Yeah, I heard you
were gonna get married.

Lucky guy.

Congratulations, Mrs. Cullen.
- Thank you.

- I was talking to your brother

about it the other night on the bridge.

- Oh, when was that?

- Saturday night.

- Oh, so that's where he was.

- Yeah, he was headed for Sausalito

with a big smile on his face.

- Tell me did he have a girl with him?

- All alone, why?

- Well, he's been holding out on me.

- Say are you trying to get me

to forget about this ticket?

- You're not gonna give us one, are you?

- I have to I know you're floating on air.

But don't try it through intersections.

- Okay.

- You know, I'm very
curious about something.

- Me?

- No.

No, I know all about you.

I just want to find out where we're going.

- Presidio coming up.

Rather go across the bridge?

Santa Rosa?

- No.

Seal Rocks I want to look at the ocean.

- All I want is to look at you.

- Aren't you tired of that?

Would you rather be
checking fingerprints, guns?

- Look, Mrs. Cullen,

crime in San Francisco
can take a night off.

- Wanted me, Rush.
- Yeah.

Your airport killer's on the loose again.

- What makes you think so?

- You know the Martin liquor
store hold up last night?

- Yeah.
- Killed the owner.

Put two slugs in him, just like Frazer.

They dug one more out of the wall.

- Same gun.

- Did they get the gun?
- No, but all three slugs

match the ones out of Frazer have a look.

You can't ask for better odds than that.

The one on the left killed Frazer,

The one on the right Martin.

- Looks like we've got this
character for both jobs

no matter which one we catch him on.

- Yeah, if you catch him.

- Thanks, thanks a lot, Rush.

Say, did you ever figure out the odds of

no two guns would mark him the same?

- You'd hate to count
up to it but millions.

- Operator.

- Get me the third precinct.

- Police department.

- Hello, Schneider, Ed Cullen.

That Martin job who's on it?

- Just Olson.

- Olson alone, eh.

Well, we're short-handed here too.

But I'm sending someone
down to you right away.

- Would sure help.

- Good keep me posted.

- Yeah.

- Where do you hide out?

- Been with Doc Munson about
Frazer's body being moved.

- Hey, you know that liquor
store shooting last night?

- Yeah.

- Bullets were out of the
same gun that killed Frazer.

- That's funny.

- What's funny?

- Well, it doesn't make sense.

- Dream on your own time, will you?

This is a hot lead get
down to the third precinct

and work with Olson.

- Right, but when do I see you?

- Later, after I've cleared
up a couple of things.

- Oh, Ed, what's happened you're
so late is anything wrong?

- Nothing's wrong.
- Are you still angry.

- Angry.

- About that phone call.

- I will be if you do that again.

From now on I get in touch
with you when it's smart.

So don't mess things up.

- Are we gonna get away with it?

- Well, we've been
getting the breaks so far.

The ballistics boys found
a new lead on the gun.

- You said the gun was in the bay.

It is I never thought it
could happen but it has.

There are two guns and they match.

I saw the bullets.

- Light me a cigarette will you, darling?

Ed, would you marry me?

- You, a cop's wife?

- Do you wanna keep on being a policeman?

- What else, polo?

- I've got a lot of money, Ed.

- What's a million or two between friends?

- I'm serious.

I just happen to love you.

- That goes double.

- Then why doesn't marriage appeal to you?

- You tried it twice what makes you think

it would work this time?

- What I did before
doesn't prove anything.

I've loved you ever since I've known you.

- Yeah, but I know you too well, baby.

You change your mind too fast,

and when you're through, you're through.

- I'm just trying to find myself.

To build a new life with somebody else,

that's why I've married twice.

But you, you're afraid.

You look so sure and you sound so.

- Easy, baby, watch that temper.

- Oh, Ed, let's get away from here.

The South Seas, anywhere.

- I'd hate to be stranded
in the South Seas.

- Do you think I'd ever leave you?

- Yeah.

- Well, find out anything at the airport?

- The parking lot guy said
he might have heard the shots

and taken them for airplane
motors warming up, backfiring.

Didn't see anyone, though.

- Yeah, it looks like we'll getting

but nothing out there.

- That's your gun.

- You sure?

- Positive.

- Absolutely sure.

- Absolutely sure.

- A woman pawned it.

- Mrs. Capa, 2243 Ocean Front.

- Thanks, Rush, this is gonna
save me a lot of trouble.

Let's go.

Is this the gun?

- It looks like it but I
don't know much about guns.

- You took it home, huh.

- Wait a minute, John.

Hey, John, John.

Will you please tell
this man about the gun

what you said please.

You see?

- I got it.

- It's all right to go
back to my work now?

- Not today come on.

- Where you gonna take me?

- Home your wife ought to be back by now.

- Like I told you by the boat,

it's not there when we go out,

It's there when we come back in the night.

- What time did you say it was?

About 11:30.

- Hey, keep it in English, please.

- When I come home I give the gun to mama.

- Yes, and I put it here in the drawer

with my dish towels, covered up.

- Anyone else know it's there?

- Oh, no.
- No.

No one was here when we were alone

when I put it in the drawer.

- And I tell her to
sell it today for money

to buy some new cook pots.

- Ah, you wanna see my
cook pots nice and new?

- Never mind anyone else live here?

- We have a boy, Nito.

- How old?
- 20.

He was 20 last Tuesday, three weeks ago.

- He did not know about the gun.

- No, Nito never is in
the kitchen, only to eat.

- Where does he work?

- Oh, he has no job now.

- No job now?

- But he's a good boy.

Oh, he's educated.

Nito is a gentleman.

He speaks grandly.
- He's gonna get a good job.

He's gonna make lots of money.

- What does he do nights?

Last night, night before Saturday night?

- Saturday night he was here.

- All night.

- For supper and all night.

- Where does he hang
out days if he doesn't work?

- Hang out.

- Where is he now?

- Nights he go to school,
and days he look for work.

- Now, what night did Nito have this gun?

- Nito did not know about the gun.

- You ask Nito yourself.

Go to the club and ask for him.

- What club, where?

- I don't know where.

It's called 322 Club.

- Hello, Machetti.

- Ah, Lieutenant, welcome.

I haven't seen you for a long time.

- Must have been behaving yourself.

Is Nito Capa here?

- Nito Capa?

No, I don't think he's come in today.

- Does he spend a lot of time here?

- Well, Nito likes to play pool.

What will you have,
lieutenant, on the house.

- Some other time.

What does he look like?

- Well, he's tall.
- Hey, you back there.

Hold it.

Cherry Street.

- Take it easy.

Easy.

You haven't got a car.

- I haven't got a car.

- How'd you get to
the liquor store, a cab?

- I wasn't in any liquor store.

I didn't kill any liquor guy.

- That's still your story, huh?

- Go on, keep on riding
me another two hours.

You won't pin a thing on me.

- Okay, Nito, take it easy.

This is all very friendly.

We enjoy talking to you.

You're an interesting guy.

Have a cigarette.

- I got my own cigarettes.

- Well, light up and take it easy.

- You bet I will.

- Yeah.
- Ed.

- No, no, this is Andy hold it.

Olson's back.
- Yeah.

- I've get the
money from the Capa house.

- Okay, send it up thanks.

Nito, you're a peanut brain.

You make stupid mistakes.

- What, for instance?

- We searched your room.

- Found it nice and clean, huh?

My mother keeps it that way.

- Nice old polished brass bed.

We hated to take it apart.

What do you supposed we found
stuffed down in the tubing?

- Thanks.

- Two rolls of money.

- I won that dough at the track.

- Is this the money?

- How do I know I don't mark it.

- Sure you save it to
buy those sharp clothes

while your mother goes
around in a cotton dress.

- My old man takes care of her.

You leave her out of this.

- Okay, you won it at the track.

How much was that?

- 250 bucks

- 500 was stolen who'd you split with?

- There wasn't any.

- Anybody else?

I tell you I won that at the track.

- An interesting story
about this money, Nito.

The man you killed left a widow.

- I didn't kill anybody.

- She told Detective Olson
she knocked a bottle off

the counter while she was
making change for a customer.

- How would I know anything about that?

- A bottle of wine,

red wine, spilled into the cash register.

Still won this money at the track?

Look at it, Nito.

- That's not my dough.

You must have planted it.

- Oh, sure, we're trying to trick you.

But you're smart.

- You wanna watch out you
don't get your story twisted

and fall on your face.

What were you doing at the
airport Saturday night?

- Airport?

I wasn't at any airport.

- Funny your gun killed a man there.

- I wasn't there I tell you
I've never been at the airport.

- This fellow you split
with has he got a car?

- It don't make sense.
- You haven't got a car.

- You asked me that.
- I know I did.

But your friends have cars.
- Some of them.

- What colors are they?

- Who keeps track of the color?

Black, red, gray, brown take your pick.

- No green.
- No.

- Funny every other color but no green.

- No.

- Look, Nito, we got
you on the Martin job.

Why don't you come clean on this one?

What time were you at the airport?

- It's a frame, it's a frame.

- Sit down.

You haven't got a car?
- I haven't got a car.

- Well, that's that.

- But he killed Martin, yes.

But why do you keep trying to
pin the airport job on him?

- Why not?

- I don't think he did it.

- Same gun.

- But his father didn't find it

till two hours after Frazer was dead.

- So he says.

Wouldn't you lie to save your
kid from the gas chamber?

Capa could have had the gun for months.

- Look, Ed.

If Nito did do the Frazer job,

he had to have a car.

He came all the way back from the airport

just to go down to fisherman's wharf

and dumped the gun on his father's boat

just so he could use it again
for the liquor store job

after the old man took it home.

Now how do make sense out of that?

- You can unless you
believe the kid's parents.

- Skip the parents.

Look, you tell me what Frazer
was doing at the airport

till Nito got there if he
got there for three hours.

- Look, will you throw
out that crystal ball

and stick to the facts?

- All right, then where's the
money from Frazer's wallet?

Why wasn't it stashed
away in the same place?

- I keep forgetting
this is your first case.

You've got an awful lot to learn.

First, never blow your top at me.

- Guess I'm over anxious that's all.

- Theories are okay but
when you make out that

written report stick to the facts.

- Okay.

- Why don't you relax, Ed?

You could be on official business.

- That's not what bothers me.

- Then what is the matter?

What are you worrying about?

- It's Andy I hate to keep
pushing the kid around,

double crossing him, balling
him out when he's right.

- I'm glad it's only that.

I thought you might be
sorry you'd ever met me.

- Know any reason why I should be?

- Oh, Ed.

Light me a cigarette will you, darling,

and open a window it's stuffy in here.

Mix us a drink.

- I think I'm gonna go home, turn in.

- Well, hello.

- How long have you been here?

- Just drove up, why?

- Now what's on your mind?

- Well, I wanted to check on
something Mrs. Frazer said.

- What?

- Remember when we were
talking about her husband?

- Yeah.

- Well, she said he went salmon fishing.

- And because you know
salmon fishing's closed

till next season you
walk out on your bride?

- Yeah, but she lied, didn't she?

- Look, when you've been
married a bit longer

and want some time off
remember salmon fishing.

- What are you doing here?

- Well.
- I said

she was your type but I didn't think

you'd start operating this fast.

How you doing?
- I don't know.

Maybe I tried to rush it.

I only got to see her for a minute.

She's in bed, doped up doctor's orders.

- Well, I guess I wasted a trip too.

See you in the morning.

- I forgot to tell you yesterday
the fashion editor said

my last sketches were the
best I've ever turned in.

Aren't you proud of me?

- Uh-huh.

- Is it any of my business, darling?

- What?

- Whatever's been bothering
you since last night.

You didn't sleep much.

- It's nothing.

- Won't it help to tell me?

- It's Ed.

I can't figure him.

We're pulling apart,

and last night he lied to me.

- It can't be.

You're just imagining things.

You're too serious about your first case.

I'm gonna scramble some eggs.

You'll feel better
after you eat something.

Uh-oh, no eggs.

I'll borrow some from Lucy.

- Operator.

- Police headquarters, please.

- Police department.

- Hello, Detective Cullen.

Give me highway patrol, please.

- Highway patrol.

- Hello, is officer Blair there?

- Yeah, just a minute.

- Yeah.
- Blair, Andy Cullen.

Listen, remember you telling me

about Ed's being on the bridge?

- Yeah.

- What time was it?

- I don't know, late.

Yes, I do you can find out from radio.

The second all points
broadcast on your airport case

came through while we were talking.

- Switch me back to the board, please.

- Sure.

- Yeah.
- Hello, Cullen again.

Can you give me
communications radio, please?

- Radio?
- Cullen.

- Yes, Cullen?
- Second all points

Saturday night?
- Second all points

Saturday night hold on.

Cullen?
- Yeah.

That was call 28, 2-8 entered 10:57 PM.

- Thanks very much.

- Know something?

I've decided to ask for a raise.

Mr. Cornell's going to be
furious but I don't care.

I think I deserve a raise, don't you?

- This one's a better print.

- Got some news for you.

Rushton found some nice, fat
fingerprints on the shells.

Nito's when he reloaded.

- Look, Ed, I feel rotten.

Mind if I borrow your car for a while?

I wanna go to the doctor's.

- Sure.

Hey, you didn't have your first
fight with Janet, did you?

- No.

- I'm gonna have another
little talk with Nito

this afternoon about two
o'clock will you be there?

- Yeah, yeah sure.

- I want to cooperate but
I can't afford to have

important business
- I said I want you to

take a look at something.
- Yes, I know.

- Have you ever seen this car before?

- No.

That is the airport it is.

Well, it was one just like this I'm sure.

- What color is this?

- Green.

- It's blue.

- Why, that's ridiculous.

You mean to tell me that I don't know.

- You're colorblind.

- Hi.

- Hi, Janet.

- Can I borrow my husband
for an early dinner?

- Where is he?

- Don't you know?

- I haven't seen him since this morning.

He wasn't feeling well,
went to the doctor.

- Doctor, why?

- He just borrowed my car and skipped.

- Why would he do that
he was driving ours.

- Yeah.

- What is it, Ed, what's wrong?

- I don't know what's eating him.

- Have you two been fighting?

- Maybe a couple of beefs
about the case that's all, why?

- I don't know.

It's just that he's terribly upset

something about your lying to him.

He left the house this morning
without even saying goodbye.

What is it, Ed?

- I don't know.

Look, you go on home I'll find him.

If he doesn't show up in
an hour give me a ring.

- Here.

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

- Mr. Quimby speaking.

- This is Lieutenant Cullen.
- Yes, lieutenant.

- Did my brother find you today?

- Yes, he did.

I want to congratulate you,
lieutenant, that was fast work.

It seems I misled you on the color,

but I'm sure it's the
same car or one like it.

Have you found the owner already?

- Uh, the owner, no.

No, we haven't found him yet.

Thanks.

Where you been all day?

- Finding out a few things.

- Next time take a cab
and keep Janet posted.

She's home worrying about you.

- What did you do it for, Ed?

- Do what?

- Kill Frazer.

- You drunk?

- I wish I was.

It was Mrs. Frazer all along, huh?

- You sure can dream them up.

- I didn't dream up you telling me

she was half-doped in bed

when I'd seen her at the window.

Or you being on the bridge at 11:00

and tossing the gun off it.

I wish I had gone in the drink myself.

- You know, if the same
thing didn't happen

to a lot of rookies I'd
knock your ears down.

Give them one break and
suddenly they're masterminds,

running around like a hot-tailed beavers

arresting the whole population.

You're blowing your top again go on home.

- We're going into headquarters, Ed.

Quimby identified your car.

- He's crazy.

- No, he's colorblind.

- Well, that makes fine evidence.

8,000 blue coups in the city,

and you get married to mine.

I've been working my way up on the force

since you were in grade school.

Do you think I'd throw that away

on a sucker play like this?

- Yes, for one thing, a dame.

You said she wasn't good for you.

Look, you're my brother, Ed.

I'd hate to send other guys after you.

- Okay, let's go and see the chief.

Somebody's got to snap you out of it.

- Frazer residence.
- Mrs. Frazer.

- One moment please.

- Hello.
- Listen.

Don't ask any questions.

Throw some things in a bag.

Hurry I'm gonna pick you up in
10 minutes we're going away.

- Well where are we going?

- Any place you want to go.

I'll tell you when I see you.
- Why is the case closed?

- I said pack and hurry I'll
tell you when I see you.

- 1-8.

1-8.

1-2-6 Emerson

deceased woman.

- Homicide, please.

- Homicide.

- Is Lieutenant Cullen there?

- No, can I help you?

- Oh, hello, Sergeant Olson.

Do you happen to know where Andy is?

- No, he borrowed Ed's car.

- He did when?

- About an hour ago.

- Hour ago?

- Probably went someplace with Ed.

- Oh, good.

Thank you.
- That's alright.

- Operator.

- Attwater 0-2-3-9-0, please.

- They do not answer.

- Operator, please keep trying.

I'm pretty sure someone's there.

- Operator.

- Operator, get me police
headquarters, please, quickly.

- What time does that flight leave?

At 7:25, sir.

- We can just about
make it hold two seats.

Name is Johnson.

- First name, sir?

- Harry Johnson.
- Thank you.

- Come on.

- Should we take my car?

- Better take mine.

- Andy.

- I'll get these hands in a moment.

- First get the radio room on the phone.

It's on the floor.

- How in the world did Andy find out?

- He knows his business.

- Well, couldn't we talk
to him, reason with him?

I could make it worth his while.

- Andy can't be bought.

- I don't believe that.

There's nobody can't be beat.
- Attention all points.

Attention all points

Be on the lookout for
Lieutenant Cullen, homicide,

and woman, Lois Frazer,
wanted on murder charge.

Couple believe heading out of city

in police car, license 1G3744.

Repeat, Lieutenant Cullen.

- Ed.

- The airport's out.

- Car 88 reporting.

Block established on Skyline
Boulevard and County Line.

No news of 13744 having been sighted here.

- 88, roger.
- 137 reporting.

Bus driver reports car with plates 1G3744

Seen on State Highway one 10
minutes ago heading north.

- 137, roger.
- Car 106 reporting.

Road block established on
State Highway 5 on County Line.

- Right in the middle sewed up.

- Mind if I take the wife home?

- Sure and stay home with her.

You're not on this case.

- Right, Olson.

- I wanna make sure he stays
home have him followed.

If he leaves the house,

I want a report on any place he goes.

- Okay, I better get Shaughnessy.

Andy doesn't know him.

- Right.

- All right, honey, upstairs.

- Olson said this isn't your case.

- Forget Olson.

- What are you going to do?

- Ed knows he can't get
out of town for a while.

I've got a hunch I know where he is.

- You think we'll make it?

- I don't know I've seen them button up

this town too many times before.

- Button up.

- Road blocks there're
only six ways out of town.

We'd have a better chance if it were dark.

- Why don't we stop someplace?

- That's exactly what we're gonna do.

- Ed, the bridge is blocked.

- Lead officer to County Line.

Left road block.

- I'll take care of the gate you drive in.

I'll get this out of sight.

- Should I fix the gate the way it was.

- It's all right as it is.

- This is Fort Point, isn't it?

I've heard about it and read about it,

but I've never seen it before.

- Andy and I used to play
around here when we were kids.

Come on, let's go up
one flight just in case.

- We stay here all night?

- No.

There's a trail alongside the bridge.

When it's dark, we'll
climb up to the restaurant

by the toll gate a lot of truck
men stop there for coffee.

We'll get in the back of an
off-bound truck and that's that.

- Police?
- Andy.

See that watchtower?
- Yeah?

- Get up there and get out of sight.

- Wouldn't that be the
first place he'd look?

- It's too obvious go on
I'm gonna try a bluff.

- Ed.

- Five minutes.

Shh.

- How much longer I'm freezing.

- About an hour.

Let's get in out of the wind.

- Don't move.

- Have we got time?
- Help yourself.

- Why?

Why?

- You said it once under the skin.

- I haven't anyone else but you, Joe.

If you get me out of, this
let's go away somewhere

anywhere you like.

I've got a lot of money, Joe.

Light me a cigarette will you, darling?

- Of course, dear.