All language subtitles for The Lady Confesses 1945 DVDRip XviD

Wait for me.

Just a minute.

Are you Vicki McGuire?

Why, yes...
Won't you come in?

I'm Larry Craig's wife.

- But... I thought you were...
- Dead.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but I'm very much alive.

I understand you're planning
to marry my husband.

Yes, I was planning to.

You were gone almost seven years and
I really didn't know where you were.

- And according to law...
- Forget the technicalities.

It's not that I want him for myself,
I most certainly don't.

But he'll never marry you or
anyone else. I'll see to that.

I wouldn't feel too badly about it,
Miss McGuire.

I'm doing you a favor.
Good night.

Hello, Athletic Club?
Is Larry Craig there?

Club 711, thank you.

Information, will you please give me the
number of Club 711 on Hawthorne Boulevard?

# It's all your fault if I'm not sleeping #

# I live on dreams instead of eating #

# I'm just a rag and #
# It's all your fault #

# Oh, it's all your fault #
# If I'm not playing #

# Having fun, and if I'm staying #
# All by myself #

# Well, it's all your fault #

# When you said that we were through #
# I tried to find somebody new #

Club 711.

Who? Larry Craig?
Haven't seen him all evening.

Okay.

# It's all your fault #
# When I'm a grandma #

# My grandkids #
# Will call you Grandpa #

# Well, I will tell them #
# It's all your fault #

# Oh, it's all your fault #
# If I'm not sleeping #

# I live on dreams instead of eating #

# I'm just a rag and #
# It's all your fault #

- Hello, Stevie!
- Hello, Mr. Craig.

- I just got a phone call for you.
- Yeah? Who was it?

She wouldn't say and she wouldn't
care to leave a message.

She wouldn't, uh?
Well, give a double scotch.

Pardon, me, Larry, we're in the
beginning of the show.

If I was you, I'd sort of sit out
for the next drink.

Listen, Stevie, no lectures,
just scotch, huh?

- Extra pack, Mr. Craig?
- Sure, why not?

Thank you.

- Where's my double scotch?
- It's right in front of you.

Aw, come on, come on, I gotta
have a chaser, Stevie.

- Now come on, stop quibbling.
- Okay, you're the doctor.

- Nobody loves a quibbler, Stevie.
- Alright, Larry.

Has Lucky come back
from his trip yet?

- Yeah, he got back the other day.
- Hid did, huh?

He's a great fellow. He's been
a friend of mine for years and years.

- Where is he?
- He was around here a few minutes ago...

...but I guess he's out in his
office now.

Well, I'd better go check up on him.
I don't want Lucky to get lost.

# Oh, it's all your fault #
# If I'm not playing #

# Having fun, and if I'm staying #
# All by myself #

# Well, it's all your fault #

# When you said that we were through #
# I tried to find somebody new #

# But I found out it wouldn't do #

# 'Cause I'd rather be alone #
# Than with somebody new #

# It's all your fault #
# When I'm a grandma #

# My grandkids #
# Will call you Grandpa #

# Well, I'll just tell them #
# It's all your fault #

Hello, Lucky.

- I didn't hear you knock.
- That's funny, I didn't.

This is a private office, you know.

Okay, I won't let anybody in.

I've never seen you like
this before.

That's funny. You look
different too.

Now look, Larry, don't you think
you're going overboard?

Not that I object to buying
a drink, but...

well, that stuff isn't exactly
a tonic, you know.

Well, a guy doesn't live forever.

What are you celebrating,
a long life or an early death?

Don't you worry about me, Lucky.

I can handle my liquor.

Yeah, looks like it.

Just as good as you can
handle your women.

I don't mix my women with scotch.

Hm, that's funny, it's got five hands.

- It's 10:45.
- Oh, 10:45.

Okay, thank you, Lucky.

Oh, Lucky.

Now I know what I came
here for.

- Did you have a good trip?
- Great trip, great.

- Now take it easy, Larry.
- Okay, goodbye.

- Hello, Larry.
- Lucille, you were great tonight.

The best little singer this
town's ever had.

You look like you're doing
pretty good yourself.

Yeah, I'm gonna go see my girl.
She's wonderful! We're gonna get married.

Larry, you can't go out like that.

Why don't you go lie down in my
dressing room for a while?

No, I don't want to lie down.
I gotta go see Vicki.

You're in no condition to see anyone.
Come on, Larry.

Well... alright, alright.
But just for you.

I wouldn't do this for anybody else,
I wouldn't do it for a minute...

But I'm gonna do it.
But it's just for you, you understand.

I know it, I know it.

Now you lie down, Larry. Be a good boy
and close your pretty eyes.

You don't want that wonderful girl
to see you like this, now do you?

No, no, she might think I drank.

Yeah...

- Oh, you're a real pal.
- Alright.

# This way, so come on #

# How about it, let 'em #
# Hear you shout it #

# Don't let anyone kid you #

# It's a fine old world #

Yeah, Larry Craig?
He was here earlier in the evening.

He must have left a couple
of hours ago.

- Somebody want Larry Craig?
- Yes.

Well, he's asleep in my dressing room.
I'll get him for you.

Just a minute, he'll be right here.

Larry. Larry, wake up.

Hm, what?

- What are you doing here?
- You're wanted on the telephone, Larry.

Come on, now, pull yourself together.

Yeah, sure.

Hm, thanks for letting me park.

From now on I'm gonna stick
to banana split.

- Where's the phone?
- At the bar.

Oh, yeah.

- Uh, what time is it?
- Almost one o'clock.

Yeah, thanks.

Hey, Lucky.

- Telephone, Larry.
- Yes, thanks.

Hello.

Oh, Vicki, darling.

Oh, Larry, I've been trying to reach
you all evening.

I must see you.

Alright, I'll pick you up in
fifteen minutes, okay?

Alright, goodbye, dear.

- Thanks, Steve.
- Goodbye, Larry.

I knew she was in town, Vicki,
she's been back a couple of weeks.

Oh, but Larry, you should
have told me.

- It would just have upset you.
- I had to find out about it sometime.

Look, the day Norma disappeared
we had an appointment with her lawyer.

I'm sure she hasn't had a change
of heart as far as I'm concerned.

I wish I could feel about it
as you do.

Your wife made it quite clear that she
had no idea of ever giving you up.

Oh, Norma's just impulsive,
that's all.

Her vanity is probably hurt to think
I'd want to marry another woman.

- Where are we going?
- To Norma's, to straighten this thing out.

Oh, isn't it rather late?

It's alright. Norma keeps
rather late hours.

Larry, would it be alright
if I waited here for you?

Sure, whatever you want, dear.
I won't be long.

Yeah?

Hello, I don't think I know you.
I'm Larry Craig.

Glad to meet you, Mr. Craig.
My name is Harmon.

How do you do?
I'd like to see my wife.

Come in.

What's going on here?

I thought I told you no one
was to come in here.

This is Mr. Craig, he wants
to see his wife.

Mrs. Craig is dead.

I'll have to ask you to
identify the body.

Norma.

Mrs. Craig was murdered.

What are you doing here?

Oh... I'm waiting for Mr. Craig.

Well, I think you'd better wait inside.

- What's wrong?
- Mrs. Craig has been murdered.

But I just talked to her a couple
of hours ago, she...

She died kinda sudden, come on.

Kinda heard a car outside,
she was waiting for him.

- Oh, Larry, this is terrible.
- What's your name, Miss?

Vicki McGuire.

Friend of Mrs. Craig's?

Well, I only met her once and that
was for a few moments.

She's a friend of mine.

Oh, I see.

Your wife didn't object to your
having, uh... friends?

My wife disappeared almost
seven years ago.

Prior to that time we were separated
for more than a year.

Miss McGuire were planning to
be married when...

...Norma suddenly turned up
about two weeks ago.

That sort of upset your
marriage plans?

She says she spoke to Mrs. Craig
a couple of hours ago.

Get it.

What did you two talk about?

- Well...
- It's alright, go ahead,

we have nothing to hide.

She told me she'd never give up Mr. Craig
and for me to forget about marrying him.

What took you guys so long?

Higgins got hooked in the gin
rummy again. Where's the body?

- In there.
- Come on, I can't wait all night.

- Hi, Captain.
- Hiya, boys.

Why don't people get murdered
in respectable hours?

Maybe we could pass a law
or something.

Captain, isn't there someplace else
where we could talk?

By all means.

I know this isn't very pleasant.

Come on.

Be sure and get a picture
of the mark on her neck.

Your wife was strangled by
a thin wire, Mr. Craig.

Alright, hold it, still!

Don't let this question bother you.
Where were you two all evening?

I went to the 711 Club about 10:30.
I was there until almost one.

- See anyone you knew?
- Yes, several people.

- I'd like to talk to them.
- I have no objections.

How about you, Miss McGuire?

She was at home all evening.
I talked to her on the telephone.

I think Miss McGuire can
answer for herself.

Well, I was gone for about a half an hour.
I went to a restaurant nearby.

- What time was that?
- Oh, I should say about 11:30.

Surely you don't suspect either of us.

Just routine.

Harmon.

Check Miss McGuire's alibi.
She said she went to a restaurant.

She'll tell you where. If it's okay,
take her home.

Yes, Captain.
Come on, Miss.

I thought you went home,
Mr. Craig.

I was on my way, Gladys, but this gentleman
was curious about where I spent the evening.

You were here, of course.

Do you remember what time
Mr. Craig came in?

Not exactly, but I think it was
a quarter to eleven.

Say, what is this, a quiz?

My wife has been murdered, Gladys.

And I'm number one on the
suspect list.

- You were in the club, Mr. Craig.
- Did you see him leave?

Why, yes. He took his hat,
he checked it with me.

- About what time was that?
- It must have been 12:30.

I remember because my boyfriend had just
called me to tell me he couldn't pick me up.

- Thanks, Gladys.
- Who else saw you?

I had a couple of drinks at the bar.

Sorry, Larry, but we're closed.

Steve, you remember my being here
earlier this evening, don't you?

Sure, but I didn't think you'd remember.
You were pretty well lit up.

How long did Mr. Craig stay?

- Oh, a cop, eh?
- Yeah.

It's alright. Go on...
it's just routine.

Just long enough to have a couple of drinks,
I'd say about ten or fifteen minutes.

Who else saw you?

From here I went in to Lucky Brandon's
office. I was there for a few minutes,

then on the way out I bumped
into Lucille Compton.

She's the singer here at the club.

She made me take a nap.

I wonder if she's still here.

- Is Miss Compton still here?
- I didn't see her go...

...though she may still be in
her dressing room.

Thanks, Steve.

Well, are you satisfied I was here?

Yes, you have a perfect
alibi, Mr. Craig.

Almost too perfect.

Yes? Who is it?

This is Larry Craig, I have a friend
with me. May we come in?

Sure, come on.

Uh, Lucille, this is Captain Brown.

- This is Miss Compton.
- Good evening, Miss Compton.

How do you do?

Lucille, you remember my being
here earlier...

If you don't mind, I'll ask
the questions.

What time did you first see
Mr. Craig?

It was after my third number.
That was about, um... 10:55.

He says he went to sleep here
in your dressing room.

- Is that right?
- Why, yes.

Say, what's this all about?
What's happened?

My wife has been murdered,
Lucille.

Oh, no, Larry.

I thought you hadn't heard
from her in years.

Well, she came back about two weeks ago.
The captain here is checking up on me.

Larry couldn't have had anything
to do with it.

Why, he was asleep on that couch
until almost one o'clock.

Were you with him all that time?

Of course not, I had to work.

But I stopped in as often as I could
to see if he was alright.

Believe me, Captain, Larry was in
no condition to get off that couch.

Come in.

Oh, didn't know you had
company, Lucille.

- I just want to give you your check.
- I'm glad you came in, Lucky.

Anything wrong, Captain?

The captain just wants to know what
time you saw me earlier this evening.

- What are you talking about?
- I didn't see you this evening.

Lucky, you must be kidding.
I was in your office.

- I helped myself to a drink.
- You better lay off that liquor.

You're beginning to imagine things.

Look, you were at the safe
when I came in.

Surely you must remember.

Look, you better see a psychiatrist.
You weren't in my office.

Not while I was there anyway.

This is serious, Lucky. Larry's wife
has been murdered.

Why, he was here in this room
for a couple of hours anyway.

So he's got his alibi.
You saw him, I didn't.

You're not telling the truth, Lucky,
and you know it.

Come to think of it, I wonder if you
might not have a reason for lying.

When I left here you were sneaking
in the back door.

I called to you and you pretended
you didn't hear me.

Now I know you were drunk.

I don't believe there are any
further questions.

Thanks, Lucky.

Run along now, Mr. Craig, if I need you,
I'm sure I can find you.

Alright, thanks, Captain.

Thanks, Lucille.

Captain, you don't think he possibly
could have killed his wife, do you?

If he was here, he couldn't have.

Good night, Miss Compton.

Come in, Captain.

I didn't see him.

I believe you, Lucky.

Just want to check a few things.

Sure.

You knew Norma Craig,
didn't you?

Yeah, we'd been friends
for a long time.

Wasn't she interested in
the 711 Club?

She loaned me $10.000 when
I first opened the club.

I don't see what that has to do
with the murder.

You didn't seem surprised when
you learned that she was dead.

I've got a poker face.

I wonder why Craig insists he saw you
sneak in the rear door of the club.

He didn't see me sneak in the
rear door or any other door.

And for a very good reason.
I never left the club all evening.

Are you sure you didn't drop
over to see Mrs. Craig...

...just to say hello after her
long absence?

Look, Captain, you're wasting
your time with me.

Why don't you try somebody else?

Well, I guess I'll be running
along, Lucky.

Yeah. Drop in any time.

Thanks.

Hello?

Oh, Vicki, darling, I was beginning
to worry about you.

You took so long answering
the phone.

I just got in.

The detective wanted to talk to that
girl in the restaurant who waited on me.

- We had to go to her boarding house.
- Yeah, well I had quite a session too.

Everyone at the club remembered
seeing me but Lucky Brandon.

But don't worry, dear, it's going
to be alright.

I... I can't tell you how sorry I am
to have dragged you into all this.

It wasn't your fault, Larry,
how were you to know?

Alright, I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night.

Sorry if I startled you, Miss McGuire.

How did you get in here?

You left your door unlocked.

You must have a clear conscience.

What do you want, Captain?

I just got through talking to Mr. Harmon.

He said the waitress didn't remember
what time you were in.

But she did remember that
I was there.

Why were you so nervous when
you were in the restaurant?

Oh, I don't know. Mrs. Craig coming back,
the murder and all those questions.

You came right back here from
the restaurant?

- Yes.
- See anyone you knew?

No, I didn't.

No one called on you, you didn't
drop in in any other apartment?

I spent the evening reading and trying
to get in touch with Larry.

Miss McGuire, tell me. When do you
and Mr. Craig plan on being married?

Oh, I don't know. Certainly not until
all this is cleared up.

If Mrs. Craig hadn't come back,
you would be free to marry him?

In about two months. Mr. Craig
had spoken to a lawyer about it.

Well, don't let these questions
bother you.

If I thought for a moment you had
anything to do with the murder...

...you'd be in jail right now,
and that goes for Mr. Craig too.

Oh, then why are you here?

I've got to get all the
information I can.

Just routine.

Sorry I disturbed you, Miss McGuire.
Good night.

Good night, Captain.

Larry, I'm sure Captain Brown
suspects us.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

He was satisfied with your explanation
where you spent the evening, wasn't he?

I'm afraid not, The only person who
saw me was the girl in the restaurant.

She doesn't remember what time
she saw me.

You know, I can't figure him
out anyway.

At least three different people
saw me at the 711 Club...

...and I still don't think he's convinced
I spent the evening there.

I guess he figures my motive
is too good to disregard.

Well, as far as the police are concerned,
I wanted Norma out of the way too.

Well, there's nothing we
can do about it.

But in the meantime I'm hungry,
how about you?

I'm starving.

Darling, you've got to snap
out of it.

- Oh, I'm alright.
- No, you're not.

Now, look, everything's going
to work out fine.

I hope so. I'm afraid this is
more serious than we think.

Hello. I hope I'm not intruding.

Oh, not at all, Captain.
Sit down.

Thank you.
How are you, Miss McGuire?

- Fine, thank you.
- Have some lunch.

Hm, just finished.

Anything new on the case?

Not a thing.
The murderer was pretty clever.

He left no fingerprints and
absolutely no clues.

Mr. Craig, why did you and
your wife separate?

Oh, I don't know, just didn't get along,
I guess. Maybe it was my fault.

It wasn't because she helped him
start the 711 Club, was it?

No. Although I knew about that.

You see, I never questioned my wife
about what she did with her money, Captain.

It was hers. She inherited it
from her mother.

I see.

I didn't sleep very well last night.

I kept thinking about something
you said.

You're sure you saw Brandon
slip into the club?

Yes, I'm quite sure.

Was he interested in your wife,
that is, personally?

I don't know. Although I always had the
feeling Norma was quite fond of him.

And you didn't leave the club
not even for a little while?

No, Captain, not even for
a little while.

I'm going to have to do something
pretty soon.

The D.A.'s getting very impatient.

Look here, Captain Brown,

I've established where I was
the night of the murder.

You don't believe it.

Miss McGuire is the last person
in the world you should suspect.

And yet you pop up in her apartment...

I suppose, hoping that she'll say
something to incriminate herself.

Now, you're not following us around
because you're lonesome.

If you think we're guilty,
why don't you arrest us?

Oh, you're jumping at conclusions.
It's merely routine.

Well, I don't like your routine.

Well, I must be running along.

- Goodbye, Miss McGuire.
- Goodbye, Captain.

I sure would like to know why
Brandon wouldn't alibi for you.

Good day.

Larry, I wonder why he did deny
that he saw you.

I wish I knew.

Captain Brown evidently thinks he had
something to do with the murder...

...or he wouldn't have brought
up his name.

Maybe when I saw Lucky sneaking
in the back of the club...

...he was coming back from Norma's.

He wouldn't recognize me because
he wanted an alibi for himself.

He could bear watching.

Larry, I could do it.

- Do what?
- Watch him.

I could get a job in the club.
He doesn't know me.

- I thought you didn't like night clubs
- What difference does that make?

Maybe I could find out something
that even the police couldn't.

Vicki, you're not serious.

Don't you realize that if Brandon
is the murderer...

...and he finds you snooping
around the club,

your life wouldn't be worth a
plugged nickel.

And don't you realize the
spot we're in?

- I've got to do it.
- Oh, no, no.

- Um, is Mr. Brandon here?
- He won't be here for a couple of hours.

Oh, pardon me. Are you the girl who
photographs the guests here?

- Yes.
- Could I see you for a moment?

Sure, come to the dark room,
I have to load some plates.

What's on your mind, kid?

How would you like a vacation?

Who wouldn't?

Look. Here's fifty dollars. I want your
job for a couple of days.

What's the idea.
You've got to help me out.

There's a guy here that I'm crazy about
and he doesn't even know that I exist.

All I want to do is get acquainted.

Say, who is this lucky Romeo?

- The bartender.
- Steve?

I don't know what there is about
the guy that he just sends me.

- Now I've heard everything.
- Will you do it?

Do you know how to work
one of these cameras?

Of course, that's easy.
What do you say?

I'll do it, but believe me,
you're making a bad deal.

Thanks.

- Hiya, Margie.
- Let me look at you, Steve.

Hey, what's going on here?

Maybe I'm crazy.

Well, I ain't gonna argue that
point with you, Margie.

Steve, a gal just came in here
and gave me fifty bucks...

...to take my place just so
she could be near you.

Huh? What's the matter with her?

That's what I'd like to know.

You're irresistable, that's all.

Well, so long, Casanova.

Casanova.

Would you like a souvenir photograph?

Would you like to have your
picture taken?

It would make a nice souvenir
of your visit to the Club 711.

- Are you new here?
- Oh, no, I've been here a long time.

How would you like it?
Straight on or profile?

Straight on, if you don't mind.

Now, look at me and smile.

How are you tonight, Mr. Brandon?

Hello, Pep, how are you?

Will you have a drink with us,
Mr. Brandon?

Thanks, I can dish it out,
but I can't take it.

- Well, some other time, Lucky.
- You bet.

You can destroy that picture, Miss.

Yes, Mr. Brandon.

Oh, I had my mouth open.

Is that something new?

I'll have it for you
in about a half hour.

Brave man eating in your own place.

I'm used to it.

- Join me?
- No, thank you.

Been watching the papers, I see
you haven't cracked that Craig case yet.

Hm-hmm, I must be slipping.

How did you and Norma Craig stand?

- Meaning what?
- She owned a bit of this place, didn't she?

She paid off a long time ago.

You're a hard man to discourage,
Captain.

You keep this up and you're gonna have
me believing that I'm under suspicion.

Everyone is until this case
is cleared up.

Well, guess I'll be running along.

I'll be seeing you, Lucky.

I don't doubt it.

I only got one, I hope
it's alright.

We'll soon find out.

Anything wrong?

Why, no, Mr. Brandon.

Oh, Bill, go and get me
a couple of cigars, will you?

Yes, sir.

- What happened to Marge?
- She was taken ill.

She asked me if I could help
her out for a few days.

Why didn't she tell me?

Oh, I'm sure I don't know.
It happened so suddenly.

Maybe I'd better call her up and see
if there's anything I can do.

Oh, no... she didn't go to her home.
She's staying with a sick aunt.

And she mustn't be disturbed.

Where did you learn to work
one of these things?

Oh, I've been around a camera a lot.

I've been a photographic
model for years.

I'd like to see some of the
pictures you've made.

- Oh, a few of them will be...
- The eye is completely closed.

Oh...

Well, it must have just happened,
Mr. Brandon.

Here's your cigar, Mr. Brandon.

Oh, thanks, Bill.

Say, your boss seems like
a nice guy.

Yeah, but don't let it get you. He's got
a lot of women crazy about him.

Anyone in particular?

Oh, I understand this Norma Craig
who was murdered.

She used to run around with him.

Um... did you ever see her?

Yeah, a couple of nights ago,
she came to the club.

Boy, was Lucille Compton sore.
She thought she had the inside track.

Then this Craig woman shows up
after being gone seven years.

But Lucille ain't getting no place
either. She's only kidding herself.

Gosh, I'm glad I'm not pretty.

You can't get away with
this, Lucky.

After all I've done for you, the least you
could do is show a little consideration.

For your own good I suggest you
don't interfere with my business.

You're set here, you have
nothing to worry about.

Well, I'll give you something
to worry about.

I know where you went
Tuesday night.

- Norma Craig!
- I'll talk to you about that later.

Is there anything I can do,
Miss Compton?

No! Leave me alone.

I couldn't help overhearing your
conversation with Mr. Brandon.

Oh, forget it, kid.

I've heard a lot about Norma Craig.

- Did you know her very well?
- Yes.

Too well. Believe me, that woman
had it coming.

From what I understand, she had
a way of stirring up trouble.

Yeah. See where it got her?

Say, did you ever hear of her
husband, Larry Craig?

Sure. Everybody's interested
in the Craig murder.

What about Mr. Craig?

Well... he and Mrs. Craig were...

Yes?

You're on, Miss Compton.

Talk to you some other time, kid.

I was surprised seeing you here,
Miss McGuire.

Just a hunch, Captain.

But I think you'll find the answer of who
killed Norma Craig right here in this club.

Lucille loves Brandon and she accused
him of being in Norma's house...

...the night of the murder.

And if we hadn't been interrupted, I know
Lucille would have told me plenty.

What were they arguing about?

Well, I got in at the tail end of it.

But she accused Brandon of being
at Norma's the night of the murder.

Well, that's interesting.
Did he deny it?

No, he just cut her short
and told her he'd talk to her later.

- Did you tell Captain Brown about that?
- Hm-hm.

He seemed very interested in something
the boy in the developing room told me.

Norma came to see Brandon
at the club a couple of days ago.

Say, do you know Lucille very well?

Why, no, not well.
Why do you ask?

She asked me if I knew you.

She was about to say something
concerning you when she was called out.

Vicki, I wish you'd forget this
business of playing detective.

Now, you've given the police
a couple of leads.

Why don't you let them handle it?

Look, Larry, I've started something
and I've got to see it through.

- I worry about you, Vicki.
- You shouldn't.

Captain Brown sticks pretty close.

Your mother raised a very
stubborn little girl, Vicki.

But I think I'll marry you
just the same.

You know, Larry, Lucky Brandon isn't
at all what I expected him to be.

He isn't?

No, in the first place he's
much younger.

He sort of frightens me.

But there's still something fascinating
about the man.

- Maybe it's his voice, or his eyes.
- Hey, wait a minute!

You're not falling for him,
are you?

No, you know I don't fall
that easily.

I know that.

Uh-oh.

Hello, Larry.

Well, surprised you recognized me.

What are you so worried about?
You didn't kill Norma, did you?

You know I didn't.

Too bad Norma showed up.

I understand you were all set
to get married.

Yeah?

Who told you that?

Carrier pigeon.

Tell me, who is the lucky girl
you're so crazy about?

Why don't you ask the pigeon?

Hiya, baby!
Give Stevie a little kiss.

Oh, now, listen, what are you doing in here?
Get back to the bar or you'll lose your job.

You talk like we're married
already, honey.

- Come on, give baby a kiss.
- Please, Steve!

I don't understand you women.

One minute you act like you're
crazy about a guy...

...and the next minute you act
like you're just crazy.

Give Stevie a little little kiss.

What's going on here?

- Oh, we were just talking.
- You mind if I enter into the conversation?

- Get back to work.
- Yes, sir.

- How did this happen?
- Oh, I don't know,

I think Steve had the wrong
idea of me.

- I'll have him fired in the morning.
- Oh, please don't.

I'm sure he won't try anything
like that again.

Oh, just a minute, please.

Yes, Mr. Brandon?

How did you get in here?

Oh, your door was open, I was looking
for some plates for my camera.

- Here you are, Miss.
- Thank you, Mr. Brandon.

Sorry you were in such a hurry
this afternoon.

We might have had lunch together.

- You were with Larry Craig, weren't you?
- Why, yes, I was.

I'd be more careful in choosing
my friends if I were you.

Will that be all, Mr. Brandon?

Yes, for the time being.

Hello, Larry?
This is Vicki.

Taxi!

Follow that car.

Turn right at the canyon.

Park among the trees.

Wait for me.

# How long will it be, dear #
# Before you can see clear #

# That you are the one I love #

# So dance close to me, darling #

# Darling, let's dance to the moon #

# Please hold me tight #

# And remember this night #

# A night that will end much too soon #

I'm going to kill you, Lucky.

Put that gun down, Lucille.

- You don't know what you're doing.
- Oh, yes I do.

You're not going to toss me over
and get away with it.

Lucky.

Lucky...

Was anybody hurt?

No, it's alright, the gun went off
accidentally. I didn't know it was loaded.

Close that door, will you, Miss?

Is there anything I can do,
Mr. Brandon?

I wonder if you'd mind taking
Miss Compton home.

And pull yourself together, Lucille.
You're gonna be alright.

Are you sure you feel alright?

I think so.

I'll go change my clothes
and be back in a minute.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Vicki. What happened before?
You hang up on me.

Things are happening fast.

Lucille tried to shoot Brandon
and I'm going to take her home.

This is my chance to get her to talk,
so keep your fingers crossed.

She might even tell me something
about you.

Alright, I'll speak to you later.
Goodbye, Larry.

Goodbye, dear.

Oh, are you ready?

I don't think it's necessary
for you to see me home.

Oh, I wouldn't think of letting
you go alone.

Just a minute, please.

Wait for me.

Did you see someone run down
that alley?

Why, no, Miss Compton.
Are you afraid you're being followed?

No... I'm just a little nervous.

Thanks for seeing me home.

If you'd like, I'd be glad
to spend the night.

Oh, I'm sure I'll be alright now.

I really don't think you should
be alone.

No, thanks just the same. I feel pretty
safe now that I'm in my apartment.

Good night. Thanks again.

Good night.

- Larry!
- What did you tell her?

What are you doing here?

What did you tell her?

What did I tell who?

Vicki.

I... I didn't tell her anything.

Don't look at me like that.

- Thought you could run away.
- No!

I did everything you asked.
I alibied for you.

Oh, Larry...

Oh, Larry, you can't.

I... I'll keep my mouth shut.

I... I'll keep your secret.

I wanted her dead too.

You talk too much.

Oh, Miss McGuire.

Oh, Captain Brown.

Oh...

I found this in Brandon's desk. He paid
Norma Craig $10.000 for something.

- Well, this may be very valuable.
- It's dated on the night of the murder.

Hey, maybe that's where Brandon
went when Larry saw him.

I was surprised when I saw you
come home with Miss Compton.

- I didn't know you were friends.
- Well, Brandon asked me to.

That had some sort of a squabble
and she tried to shoot him.

I thought maybe I could get her to talk,
but she wouldn't let me stay.

Well, come on, Miss McGuire, I have
a few questions to ask her myself.

Miss Compton.

Miss Compton!

She couldn't have gone out
without our seeing her.

Hey, what's going on here?
You'll wake up all my tenants.

Are you the manager of this
apartment house?

You bet I am! Get out of here
or I'll call an officer.

I am an officer.

I'd like to get in that apartment.

Have you got a search warrant?

Please let us in the apartment.
Miss Compton may need us.

Oh, well, alright.

But it can't be. She was alive
just a minute ago.

Strangled by a wire, just like
Norma Craig.

If I hadn't left her maybe this
wouldn't have happened.

You know, I always thought Miss Compton
was implicated in this somehow.

Well... she evidently thought
someone wanted to kill her.

You say she tried to take
a shot at Brandon?

Yes, but he took the gun
away from her.

I wonder if he could have
followed her home.

I just saw a man come down
the fire escape.

I tried to follow him but he gave
me the slip.

Call headquarters, get
the boys here right away.

We've had another murder.

Okay.

I'll take you home as soon
as they get here.

- Good night, Miss McGuire.
- Good night, Captain.

Larry!

I was worried about you.

Something terrible has happened.
Lucille Compton has been murdered.

I just left her apartment.

Lucille murdered?
Who killed her?

If we knew that, we'd know
who killed Norma.

She was strangled the same way.

It's like a nightmare, isn't it?

Come on, let's take a little drive.
You won't be able to sleep after this.

I know I won't.

You were with her. Didn't you catch
even a glimpse of the murderer?

No, he must have been waiting in the
fire escape for me to leave.

How do you know it was a man?

One of the policemen saw him.
Said he got away.

Isn't it lovely out here, Larry?

What's the matter?

What did Lucille tell you?

Why, nothing. She didn't have
a chance to.

You're keeping something from me.
What did Lucille tell you?

Why should I keep anything
from you?

I'm sure I don't know.

Larry, you're acting awfully strange.

Am I?

I... I guess I'm just a little
upset, that's all.

I understand. What's to gain?

Hey, you!

Is that your car over there?

- Yes.
- Let's see your driver's license.

What are you doing around here?

Taking a walk, getting some air.

Well, you'd better move along. There have
been a lot of robberies around here.

Alright, thanks.

- Thanks for the ride, Larry. Good night.
- Aren't you going to ask me up?

Well, it's rather late, Larry.

- Just for a little while.
- I'm afraid not.

I'll see you tomorrow.
Good night.

Would you please send
a cab to 4468 Hillhurst?

As soon as possible please.

711 Club, please.

Keep the change.

Hello, I'd like to speak to
Captain Brown.

Well, do you know where
I can get in touch with him?

Never mind, I'll try later.

Yeah?

She left here a couple
of hours ago.

She did?
Well, I'll see if I can find her.

Oh, Vicki.
Hey, Vicki!

I got a call for you.

Thanks.

- Yes?
- Hello, Vicki?

I called your house, when I didn't
get an answer, I...

I'm glad you found me, Larry,
I must see you.

Alright, um... I'm at home.
Why don't you come over?

I'll be right there, Larry.

Hello.

- Going someplace?
- Yeah.

Think you'd better take a little run
down to headquarters.

Finally got around to me, huh?
Some more routine?

No, not this time.

I wouldn't take this too lightly
if I were you, Lucky.

We found some of your fingerprints
in Lucille's apartment.

Also some of Larry Craig's.

We're gonna pick Craig up
on our way in.

Yeah, I can understand that.

Lucille was sick last week
and I dropped by...

...to see if there was anything
I could do for her.

Well, you can explain that
down at headquarters.

Come on.

Just a minute.

Larry, I want to go back
to Lucille's apartment.

I have an idea she had something
to do with Norma's murder.

I found this on her dressing table.

- It's addressed to Captain Brown.
- I know, I tried to get in touch with him.

Give me that!

Larry, what's come over you?

Read it.

Dear Captain Brown,

I'm afraid for my life, so I'm
leaving the city.

If anything happens to me, I want
you to know who's responsible.

I foolishly alibied for the murder
of Norma Craig.

The murderer is...

Oh, Larry, no, not you!

You knew that. Lucille told you.

I strangled Norma because
I wanted to marry you.

I killed Lucille because she
talked too much.

I tried to get you to keep out of this,
but you wouldn't listen to me.

Larry, you're mad.

Come on.

He had a perfect alibi.

Too perfect.

I guess that clears you, Lucky.

But tell me, just out of curiosity.

Why did you refuse to admit you saw
Craig in the club that night?

Well, I had to have an alibi myself.

I got a frantic phone call from Norma,
by the time I got there she was dead.

I'd been up there a little earlier to pay
her back that $10,000 I borrowed.

Besides that, I went back to pick up
my fountain pen that I'd left there.

Hm, I see.

For a while it looked pretty bad.

Yeah, I know.

I wonder if it would be expecting too much
if I asked you to take Miss McGuire home.

No, if she promises not
to spy on me.

I'll do my best.