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Mannix.

Hello, Pete.

This is Frank Devereux.

How do you do.

Well, now that we all know each other,

why did you get me down here?

Because of this, Mr. Mannix.

Mr. Devereux wants you to protect him.

I haven't been doing too good a job.

It's just until tomorrow morning,

till he gets on a plane at 6:48.

That's $1,000, Joe.

Just till tomorrow morning.

Sorry.

$5,000.

Please, Mr. Mannix.

There are some people after me.

I've asked Mr. Neal to stay with me.

We've been ducking them all day.

Because of what's in that case?

That's right.

What is it?

A quarter of a million dollars.

Nice meeting you, Mr. Devereux.

It's not hot, Joe.

But it is cash, and it is dangerous.

We've been running all day.

You were the only one I could think of

that was honest enough that I could call.

Thanks, Pete.

This sounds like a job for the police.

It's not stolen, but it is vulnerable, Mr. Mannix.

Joe, it's clean.

You can check the serial numbers, if you like.

Mr. Mannix!

The money!

They've taken the money!

Yeah, and the body.

They're going to kill me.

They're going to kill me!

They're going to... they're going to kill me!

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Kramer.

You generally meet clients on a deserted wharf

in the middle of the night?

Well, I told you... Pete Neal called me,

said a man named Devereux was in trouble.

I came to see what it was all about.

All right. Any hungry citizen picks up money.

But why did the killer take the body?

Without a body, Lieutenant,

it's a little tougher to prove murder.

How many in the car? Any idea?

I'd say at least two.

Driver, a man in the back, both shooting.

A quarter of a million, you said?

I didn't say that. Devereux did.

Where did it come from?

He didn't tell me that.

He just said it was clean.

We've had no report of a heist,

and you don't steal that much without making noise.

Well, I'd say, find Devereux.

He must know the answer.

You want us to find your clients for you?

Wait a minute, Lieutenant, he's not my client.

But I still think you ought to find him.

I'm interested in improving your, uh, public image.

Thanks.

Say hello to Peggy.

Lieutenant Kramer says, "Hello, Peggy."

Joe, is it true what Peggy tells me?

You had a client shot out from under you?

Look, Albie, find out about a guy named Frank Devereux.

He was with Pete Neal.

And get me a rundown on Pete Neal, too, huh?

Pete Neal, who once wanted to be a private cop? Yeah.

I haven't seen him around a long time.

Find out why. I'll ask around.

Mm.

I hope you don't mind.

I let Toby sit in here where he'd be out of the way.

Hiya, Toby.

Hi, Mr. Mannix.

Look-it.

Ho ho ho ho! Now, that's great.

Mrs. Kingsley is going to pick him up here.

She had to go to the dentist this morning.

Mind if I keep it?

You like it? I think it's great.

It may help business.

It might even help my image with Lieutenant Kramer.

Lieutenant Kramer was my daddy's partner.

Come on, Toby.

Mr. Mannix knows all that. Oh, Peggy,

Uh, would you check Motor Vehicles

for a black '68 VIP. Last three numbers, 235?

Right. Hmm.

Mr. Mannix's office.

Just one moment, please.

It's Devereux's wife.

Mrs. Devereux?

Yes, I'm Mrs. Devereux.

Who are you?

Joe Mannix.

Oh, Mr. Mannix.

Will you come in?

Uh, your husband hasn't come back yet?

No.

Mr. Mannix, you've got to help me find Frank.

If you don't, they'll kill him.

Who... who's "they"?

I don't know.

Won't you come in and sit down?

Thank you.

That, that's Frank. Hmm.

Oh, oh, you-you met him. Yeah.

That's me before I had my hair cut.

Nice.

You've got to find him.

Mrs. Devereux, let's start from the beginning, huh?

Why don't you tell me about Pete Neal?

He was a very good friend.

He was trying to help Frank, and they killed him.

Yes, I know.

Frank came home half crazy with fear.

He paced up and down the room all night.

He said he had to get away.

Now he knew he didn't have a chance, whatever he did.

You have no idea what he meant by that?

No.

No, Frank doesn't tell me much about the business.

Hmm...

Well, what business is your husband in, Mrs. Devereux?

He works for a company.

He handles the books.

Hmm, where?

In Las Vegas.

He works for one of the casinos?

For a Mr. Wallachs.

Harry Wallachs?

Yes, Harry Wallachs.

Mrs. Devereux, now tell me,

what was your husband doing in Los Angeles last night?

Well, I-I told you, I don't know much

about the business or the trips he takes.

Trips?

Well, to New York, Europe, all over.

You have any idea where he might have gone this time?

No. He's just trying to hide.

Did you turn up anything on Pete Neal?

Like he pulled the hole in after him.

Did you turn up anything?

There it is, complete.

Peter J. Neal, committed to

Prescott... what?

"Peter J. Neal,

"committed to Prescott Y... Y.A...

That's Youth Authority... "at age 15

"after numerous juvenile arrests, mostly this area.

"Y.A." Youth Authority,

"calls truancy and..."

"truancy and incorrigible.

"After release, worked at minor jobs.

"Has reputation as numbers... "runner?

"But no arrests, no record since Prescott."

Yeah, he was last in Las Vegas until last month.

Vegas?

The Gold Piece. Relief dealer.

He was there maybe three, four months. He's a drifter.

Figure he pulled a job in Vegas

to get that quarter of a million dollars?

No.

Anyone pulling a job that big would make noise.

At least some very loud whispers.

Where are you going?

To try my luck.

Mr. Wallachs will see you now.

Ready.

Mannix. Hey, long time.

And after today, too.

You haven't changed, Hey, you look great.

How do you keep so trim?

I get shot at a lot.

Oh! You mean last time? Forget it.

I don't carry any grudges.

You were just digging in the wrong forest.

One of my boys thought you were a deer.

Time.

What's your pleasure?

I'd like to know about Pete Neal.

Neal, huh? Pete Neal?

Yeah, he's one of my dealers, isn't he?

He was. He's dead.

No kidding?

That's too bad.

That's all?

Look, Mannix, just because I run a clean business

doesn't make everybody who works for me a saint.

Guys get into trouble.

Well, this guy got into trouble

with a quarter of a million dollars.

Where would Pete Neal get a quarter of a million?

My exact question.

What happened?

Whoever shot him knew he had the money.

You know anything about it?

What are you fishing for?

You came here with something on your mind. What?

All right.

Now, where would a guy like Neal

get a quarter of a million dollars?

He works as a dealer.

He didn't make it getting tips.

And he couldn't steal that kind of money,

even if you didn't have all your lookouts.

What do you want me to say?

You're answering all your own questions.

Unless it's skim.

What are you talking about, skim?

I run a clean place.

Time.

Suppose someone in your clean place

had a bright idea?

How could a dealer get his hands on skim?

He couldn't.

Exactly.

Now, who could?

Uh, how about Frank Devereux?

Neal's pal?

Devereux?

What have you got on him?

Well, he was with Neal.

They had a quarter of a million dollars to protect.

Now, how would you put that together?

So you figure that Neal and Devereux stole from me,

and I had Neal killed?

I figure if you knew you'd lost that money,

I'd have heard about it.

You answered yourself again. No questions left.

There is no skim.

Fine.

Oh, if I were you, Harry,

and I had any foreign bank balances, I'd check them

to see whether a certain accountant

who makes European trips

neglected to make his last deposit.

Time.

I don't have an accountant who makes trips,

and I don't have a European bank account.

Well, then you've got nothing to worry about, Harry, have you?

Get me the Greuner Bank in Switzerland,

and then find Frank Devereux for me.

I want to talk to him personally.

And snap it up! It's important!

Jackpot!

Jackpot! I hit the jackpot!

I hit the jackpot!

Well, that makes two of us, honey.

How was Vegas?

Like Vegas.

There are four '68 VIPs

with those last three numbers

registered in this state.

If it was from out of state, we're dead.

Godfrey's out. He had an accident.

Car's been in the shop the last three weeks.

Lewisons are on vacation with the car.

Supposed to be in Mexico, and I'm checking that out.

That leaves David Solomon, 18, student at City College,

and Need-A-Car Leasing Company.

Car leasing company, huh?

Now, that makes sense.

Get me Albie, will you, Peggy?

No, I, I'm sorry.

No black '68 VIP.

With a license ending in 235.

It's registered to you.

Ah, well, then it's a mistake.

But I got all kinds of cars.

I can order you exactly what you want.

You know, you, you're gonna want FM and air.

Excuse me.

Need-A-Car.

Oh, yeah, lady... Look, I... Excuse me.

Mind if we look around? What?

Mind if we look around?

Oh, yeah, suit yourself.

Look, lady, I know I said we got insurance, see,

but that doesn't mean

that you can go on dinging your fender for free.

Read your lease agreement.

No! It is not in the teeny print.

Look, lady, you watch television, right?

You see the ads, "number two leasing company"?

They try harder because they're number two?

Imagine, lady, how hard we have to try.

Listen, we found it.

What are you talking about?

I know every car on this lot.

Could I see your registration book? Mm.

Oh, there it is. "SDI 235."

Yeah, that's white. You said black.

But you want white, that's your car.

How long has it been white?

Since I got it from the factory.

Do you have a key?

Oh...

Look, we try hard, but there's a limit to this.

It's a sweet-running car.

Well, this is permanent.

It's, it's been on the ground,

but there's plenty of tread left on there.

When was this car out last?

Well, it got in last night late.

There you are, Albie, watercolor.

Is that paint?

You know, it is kind of funny.

It was rented for a week, but the guy only kept it for a day.

Hey, uh, what's this all about?

What exactly are you looking for?

Who rented it?

You got a copy of the rental agreement?

Yeah.

Probably used a phony name.

It just might give us a lead.

What, are you a cop?

Private.

Ah, yeah, wait a minute.

Let's take a look through the inside, Albie.

A toothpick, that's it.

Not much of a haul.

The page has been torn out.

That figures.

Whoever used it covered himself pretty well.

He sure cleaned it out.

Oh, no, no.

We give these cars a complete going over.

Vacuum and wash the minute they get back.

You'll never ever get a dirty car from here.

What about the vacuum?

You got a trash bin?

Yeah, it's right over on...

Oh, today is Thursday.

The trash has already been picked up.

Oh, great.

Say, Albie, you got a pencil?

Oh, yeah.

How long you owned this car?

Seven months.

There's some lettering here.

"J-O-H-N."

John. Johns.

Must be a name.

There's another one in front of it.

"J-E-A-N."

Jean.

Jean, John... Johnston... Johnson.

Squashed down in the seat.

That hunk of paper

might have been laying there for seven months.

Maybe, but unless that toothpick's got writing on it,

it's the only lead we've got.

You're not even sure of the last part of the name.

Johnston... Johnson...

"Johnson, I. Johnson, J.J.

A. Jean Johnson." Here it is. "1624 Meadows Place."

A hundred-to-one shot, and for him, it works.

This is a recording.

You have reached a discontinued number.

Please be sure you are calling the right number

and are dialing correctly.

Okay, so it was a hundred-and-one to one.

Yoo-hoo! Yoo-hoo!

Hello.

Tom! You've come back to visit.

How nice!

May I come in?

Mm-Hmm.

No, you're not Tom.

How silly of me.

Anthony?

No, I'm sorry.

Oh, well, it'll come to me.

Come in. Come in.

Come in. Come in.

You're Mrs. Johnson?

Missus? Heavens, no!

I've had too many children

to take time out to get married.

Oh, dear!

Well, you know what I mean.

All the boys I've raised.

You're not Martin, are you?

No, no, I'm not one of your boys, Miss Johnson.

My name is Mannix.

Mannix?

No, that doesn't ring any bells.

Come in. Sit down.

You'll have to excuse the way the place looks.

I don't have time to keep things in shape

the way I should.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Uh, this was an orphanage?

Orphanage?

No, a school, Mr... Mannix.

How long have you lived here?

Made the down payment in 1929.

Got my first boarding student that same September.

If you're not one of my boys, why did you come here?

To collect a bill?

Oh, no, no.

Good.

My telephone's been disconnected,

but we got along without modern inventions

like that when I was a girl.

It's no great hardship now the school's closed.

When did it close?

1950. Hmm.

No, 1953.

Maybe '54.

The Board made a lot of trouble about my age.

Politics.

Brought in troops of fire inspectors.

Well, I suppose there've been

a lot of boys through here in that time.

Oh, indeed, yes, indeed.

Miss Johnson, would you still have a list of the names?

Oh, yes, I've got all my records stored up in the attic.

Or maybe it's the basement.

But, but I remember them.

I remember every one.

Pete Neal?

Pardon?

Uh, was there a-a Pete Neal here?

Neal?

No.

Many of my boys have become quite famous, you know.

Every once in a while,

one of them drops by to visit.

You appreciate when someone remembers you.

Cast your bread upon the waters, you know?

Um, Pete Neal would be about 35.

He was probably in school about 20 years ago.

I would say sometime between 1945, '48.

There was never a Neal in my school.

You sure?

There's absolutely nothing wrong with my memory, Mr...

Somebody may want a cup of coffee, Albie.

Do you know how many cups of coffee I've had

these past two days trying to stay awake on the job?

Put it on the expense account.

Now, what about Devereux?

He's an accountant for Harry Wallachs,

only he makes payoffs for Harry,

Pickups, schleps like I do.

Only he ain't no partner, either.

Now, those vacations in Europe...

They're covers to stash away money.

Now, I figure that quarter million...

Skim money from one of the casinos.

You knew that.

You ought to check with me.

We're duplicating.

Mannix.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Devereux.

Frank's home, but he's packing.

He said he's got to get away... Out of the country.

Where are you?

I'm at home.

If he knew I was calling you, he might even...

I don't know what to do.

Um, you stay right there, hmm?

Joe!

The least you could do

is tell me what's going on when I'm here.

He's upstairs.

You'd better go on up alone.

If he thought...

You stay here.

Anything I should know?

Just a guess, Lieutenant,

but it could be the whole ball game.

Well, let's hear it.

I don't think he shot himself.

Keep guessing, Doc.

The powder burns were inconsistent with suicide.

I'd say the gun was fired

at about two feet from his temple.

Suicides don't usually make it that difficult

for themselves, if not impossible.

Just a guess, gentlemen.

Don't hold me to it.

Let me know.

You know, if he's right, whoever was firing at me

had already killed Devereux

and wanted me on the scene when he was found.

Why?

Well, Lieutenant, if I was a man

with a suspicious nature, I'd begin to think

somebody wanted me tied into all of this.

I was there when Pete Neal was killed

and when Devereux turned up dead.

Like, maybe I, uh, shot him

with his own gun before I called you.

And all that beautiful money still missing.

See, even you're beginning to have your doubts.

Coming, Kramer?

Uh, Mrs. Devereux,

I still think there's a chance you could help us

find the man who killed your husband.

How?

Well, uh...

I'd like you to go over and over it in your mind.

Every detail of, uh, every day for the past few weeks.

Try and remember anybody he might have mentioned,

any name, anybody he might have talked to

on the telephone.

Anything at all,

no matter how unimportant it may seem.

I'll try, Mr. Mannix.

I don't think I can help you, but...

I'll sure try.

Albie?

I've been thinking about it all night.

I got it figured for Harry Wallachs.

There was skim money

Devereux was supposed to deposit in a Swiss bank.

Wallachs found out Devereux and Neal

were going to double-cross him,

and he moved to get it back.

Wallachs rented the car, painted it

and had one of his goons kill Neal.

Yeah, and he killed Devereux for revenge.

Yeah, it all makes good sense, Albie,

but it's just a little too pat.

What was Neal's background?

I did all that, remember?

Well, I remember that at age 15 he was sent to Prescott

by the Youth Authority as incorrigible.

At 15, a man is whatever he's going to be.

Now, what did he do before that?

Where did he start?

That's all there was, Joe.

Albie, the man didn't hatch

out of an egg at age 15... dig.

Joe, he's dead, what's the use...

Albie, you find out what he did,

who he knew when he was a kid,

and you may find out who killed him

and who's got the money.

Well, I thought we decided Wallachs got the money.

Mr. Mannix's office.

M-Mannix.

Oh, Mrs. Devereux.

I've been thinking over what you said, Mr. Mannix,

and it came to me a little while ago.

I know who killed my husband and Pete Neal.

No, no, don't come here.

They might be watching.

I'll meet you.

Where?

All right, uh... about 15 minutes?

Oh, and make sure no one's following you.

You keep thinking, Albie.

Okay, I got no questions anyway.

I don't even want to know.

Albie called.

He said he had something on Pete Neal,

but it wasn't too important, so he's still digging.

Uh, Peggy, uh, call the garage.

My car needs fixing again.

What happened?

Well, my, uh, pretty client set me up for an ambush.

Mrs. Devereux?

Mrs. Devereux.

Hey, you've got a kid waiting at home.

Good night, Peggy.

Hello, Mannix.

Harry...

a little off your beat, aren't you?

I move around a lot.

Yeah, I remember that about you.

Except when it comes to money.

Then I stand very still.

I notice a lot of people are getting that way.

You, uh...

you left a piece of your equipment in my office.

I thought you might need it again.

Thanks.

Here... a drink?

Where is it, Mannix?

The money?

Come off it, Harry.

That was a pretty good cover you figured out.

You come to me so I don't suspect you.

Then you leave a little bug behind

to find out what I'm up to.

Where would I get the money?

Well, you were there when it disappeared.

You were there when Neal was killed.

And Devereux.

They can't talk, but you can.

Oh, I don't blame you, Mannix.

I'm not even mad at you.

I just want the money back.

Now, you may not believe this, Wallachs, but, um,

Gloria Devereux just set me up for an ambush.

We're wasting time, Mannix.

Could I trouble you to open your jacket very slowly, please?

Only for an old friend.

You have an excellent memory, Mannix.

You don't need a reminder, do you?

I told you.

I don't know where the money is.

He needs a reminder.

That's a pretty good likeness.

Your secretary's kid draw this?

That's right.

Well, I'm gonna leave you now

before we ruin our friendship.

You have until 6:00 tomorrow

to get that money back to me.

It'd be a shame

if something happened to a kid with such talent.

Wallachs!

Now, you can use muscle on me.

That's one thing.

You touch that kid... that will be another.

Very protective, Mannix.

That's exactly how I feel about my money.

Well, what are you looking for?

Oh, Joe, it's none of my business, but you look awful.

You can't keep drinking and staying up nights

without it getting to you.

I'm no health fanatic, but... Albie...

Peggy says you got something on Pete Neal.

Just a name change.

The record's blank, but I'm still digging.

What name change?

Joe, you got to get hold of yourself.

Joe... Albie, what name change?

Pete Neal's real name was Peer Nielson.

That's Swedish or Danish or something.

Peer Nielson, huh?

Albie...

I love you.

Love can come later.

What's such a big deal about a name change?

Lots of people change their names.

I'll change my name.

Make me a partner.

Where now?

To try for the jackpot again.

Well, I like the blue one best.

Those birds are jubilant,

although I suppose the heavier fabric

would wear better.

Good afternoon, Miss Johnson.

Oh, oh!

You are the nice, young man who's not a bill collector.

Welcome.

You brought me luck.

Uh, Miss Johnson? Yes?

Uh, you're sure this time, aren't you?

Yes. An hour ago, it was the yellow.

Well, I'm absolutely sure now for the present.

Tell everyone we'll start working

early tomorrow morning.

All right, men.

That's all until tomorrow morning.

I'm so sorry.

There, uh, seems to be

a great deal of activity going on.

Oh, my, yes!

Oh, hello, Mrs. Devereux.

Where are you going?

Wh-Who are you?

Well, I'm sorry about your husband.

I was his employer.

Oh, you're, uh... you're Mr. Wallachs.

Poor Frank used to worry about you a lot.

He had a lot to worry about.

Uh, well, uh... what do you want?

People have a ridiculous idea

of my methods, Mrs. Devereux.

I'm a businessman.

No emotion, no anger.

I've suffered a financial reversal.

I simply want to make good the loss, that's all.

But what can I do to help that?

Despite our recent differences,

I'd like to take care of Frank's funeral.

We had a fine association for many years.

Where is the money, Mrs. Devereux?

Well, uh, what money?

Well, I-I don't know anything about that.

I...

I really want to know.

Well... well...

Frank never told me anything

about money or... or anything.

I, I was just something he owned.

That's the truth, Mr. Wallachs.

Yes, you're the perfect dumb blonde, Mrs. Devereux.

Meaning, of course, you're not dumb.

I think Mannix had it straight.

You tell me if I'm wrong, hmm?

I'll... I'll just tell you anything I can.

You set Mannix up as your alibi.

He sees Pete Neal killed and the money stolen.

Now, he's honest, so he tells me about it.

I'm not so honest, so I don't believe him.

But you've really got it made when poor Frank finds himself

on the wrong end of a double-cross

and turns up dead, with Mannix again on the scene.

Now, if Mannix just turns up dead,

little Mrs. Devereux is free as a bird, a rich bird.

That's not true, Mr. Wallachs.

That's not true!

- Excuse me, Mrs. - Devereux, but...

Th...

Uh...

Th-There's, there's a... a school...

run by an old woman, a Mrs. Johnson.

Johnson School.

It's on Meadows Place.

You'll... you'll find the money there.

All of it.

Oh, uh, better have your lock fixed.

Do you remember a student named Peer Nielson?

Are you a friend of Peer's?

Have you seen him lately?

Yes. He's one of the ones who came back.

I'm not blaming the others.

Life's an evolving process, and you have to go on.

Still, it's nice to be remembered.

Well, I'd like to hear about all your students, Miss Johnson,

but, uh, I'm interested in Peer Nielson.

When did you see him last?

Why, yesterday.

Are you sure?

That's why I was in such a hurry about the painting.

Whenever he stayed here,

he'd sleep in his old dormitory bed,

and he was forever complaining about the wallpaper peeling

and... well, it was unsightly.

But the house is firm as a rock.

Your change of fortune, did Peer have anything to do with that?

Oh, no!

You brought it about, asking all those questions

about boys who'd gone here to school.

Well, there have been quite a lot of them,

so I went down to look at my record,

and I found the money.

I don't even remember when I put it away.

I guess maybe I have been getting senile,

living here alone with nothing to do.

But that's all changed now.

I feel like a young girl again.

I don't mean to pry, Miss Johnson,

but do you have any idea how much money you saved?

I didn't count it,

but it must be quite a lot, 'cause I was always very frugal.

This money you found...

I wonder if I could see it.

Well... I guess it's all right.

You have an honest face.

Come with me.

Oh, I hope you're in shape.

It's quite a climb back up.

Well, I'll do my best to keep up with you, Miss Johnson.

Yeah! Yes, h-here are our records.

They, they, they go back to 1929!

Imagine anybody opening a school

right at the beginning of the Depression.

Miss Johnson, the money?

Well, I, I was just explaining how it all came about.

It's right over here.

Yeah. Here it is.

You-you know,

it was a foolish thing to forget,

but I'm really glad I did

because if I'd had the money, I'd probably have spent it.

And this way, it comes just like a...

Well, it's a windfall.

You know, we always used to take a group photo every year.

Now, I don't remember where those pictures are,

but they'd be interesting to see.

I'll, uh, I'll get one for you.

You'd probably like to see it.

Now, let me see.

Uh... yeah!

Miss Johnson, do you have any idea

how much money is in this case?

I do.

More company.

How do you do?

Are-are you friends of Mr. Mannix?

Yes, ma'am. We're very close.

Oh, good.

I'll put the kettle on.

Tea won't take a minute.

And we'll have some cookies.

English cookies.

Biscuits, they call them.

I won't be a moment.

I'll take it now, Mannix.

Bring it up.

You were in this with Gloria Devereux?

We almost made it.

Where is she?

Cops should have her about now.

What do you mean?

She's to meet me... at the airport.

I called them.

You weren't going to share this with anyone.

Nobody... ever shared with me.

What was all that noise?

Peer!

Is he...?

I'm sorry, Miss Johnson,

Gloria Devereux was driving the car that night.

Neal pretended to take a bullet,

then jumped in the car and started shooting.

Want to come by the station and help straighten this out, Joe?

Yeah, I'll, I'll be down in a few minutes, huh? Okay.

Miss Johnson... What a tragic thing.

What I've tried to do with my school,

with my life, is to teach boys the right path

so they wouldn't end that way.

If Peer is the only student who went wrong, Miss Johnson,

I'd say you have a pretty good average.

Now, you can start all over again.

You're right.

I'd be very ungrateful to look on the gloomy side of things,

now that I've been given another chance.

With young teachers to help me...

But I'd forgotten, that's all over, finished.

Why's that?

I haven't any right to the money.

And I've given so much of it in advance

to the contractors and painters.

Mr. Mannix, how will I get it back?

Miss Johnson, the courts will decide

what's to become of that money.

But I'd guess that you've got as much right to it as anyone.

After all, possession does count a lot,

and it's skim.

It doesn't really belong to anyone,

except for taxes, of course.

Joe, been looking everywhere.

Finally traced you here.

The police picked up Gloria Devereux. They did?

Don't you understand? If they can get her to talk,

we might get a lead on who killed Devereux.

They already know.

They do?

Yeah, Peer Nielson. Alias Pete Neal.

He came home.

The police just left.

Why do I always have to find out about things secondhand?

I feel like a kid in short pants.

Are you one of my boys, too?

Oh, no, ma'am. Albie went to public school.

But I'm sure he'd like one of your cookies.

She has wonderful cookies, Albie.

Oh, uh, Miss Johnson... good luck.

Good-bye.

You know what boys like?

We'll have some tea with our cookies.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Well... it's something.