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[Music] Hello?

Oh, is that you, Ricker?

Well, listen, get down here at once.

Yes, that's what I said.

Sir Sammy, pardon me?

No.

Well, you better tell Brooks.

Well?

Mr. Crosby's nowhere in

the building, Mr. Harrison.

I've looked everywhere,

including the merry monarch.

Never mind. Skip it.

Where's Crosby?

He's out on the job.

But why? You knew I

wanted him this evening?

I thought he would be back hours ago.

Where from?

I've had Nico on the

phone. He's on his way over.

Okay. That's great.

And Crosby's out.

I'm sorry if I'd known it was imperative.

Oh, it's not. I had in mind

to give him one more chance.

I'll call Brian to deal with it.

Brian's not the crime

reporter. Crosby is.

Oh, wads. Oh, all right.

I'll handle it myself. Let

me know when Nico arrives.

As a matter of

interest, where's Crosby gone?

Oh, he's gone to

interview Bella Braganza.

Her show opens tomorrow night.

And as if an American, I thought he...

You thought. When did he go?

4.30.

Four hours.

When he comes in?

He's out. It's time for good.

Don't you think you're

being a little harsh, uncle?

For goodness sakes, have a little

patience and understanding.

The paper's not a

charitable institution, General.

We can't afford to carry any dead weight.

Bart's given more than

his fair share of service.

You said so yourself.

In the past, yes.

But service is like news, only of value,

and it's up to the minute.

Why are you so interested, anyway?

I just feel sorry for him.

Are you sure that's all?

Of course.

I wouldn't like you to

make any mistakes, Jo.

I won't.

Where is that guy from the newspaper?

Don't ask me. He

changed his mind, I guess.

Changed his mind?

Well, the devil doesn't think he is

standing me up like this.

Decently, Hope?

Mr. Crosby. Is the claire here?

I'm not drink.

Glad you could make it. Sit down.

Drink?

You couldn't have chosen a better moment

to rise, Mr. Crosby.

I was talking with Lou, my manager, about

my favorite subject, interpretation.

Interpretation.

Yeah, I'm listening.

Well, as I was saying, I

always try to interpret a part

as I feel the author

would want me to interpret it.

Mind you, that doesn't necessarily mean

that my interpretation

is the interpretation

the author intended.

It's just what I feel the

art of intended that matters.

Interpretation is the representation of a

character of the dramatic art.

As Stanislavski says,

"It should come from here."

That's right, isn't it, Lou?

Sure, honey, sure.

Well, I can be sure that

I'm seeing the character

as I feel the author

saw it when he created it.

Then I've preserved my principles.

Principles? You sure

got principles, Bella?

Because after all, Mr. Crosby, if one has

no principles as an artist,

then what has one got?

You got principles?

Mr. Crosby, now you're being cynical.

Help yourself, Joe.

Hello? Who is it?

Yes, he is.

So, Mr. Crosby.

Jade, I must be wanting you bad.

That's the fifth time in an hour.

Joe, get Miss Braganza in a pensive.

Show up, Mr. Mora.

Sure, that's right.

Hello, Martin. This is Harris.

Yeah?

What's that?

I said, "Yeah."

Bob, listen.

Brooke wants you back here at once.

You tell Brooke to go jump in the river.

Why don't you join him?

What do you call the show?

High Summer.

Yeah, High Summer. It's a play on words.

High meaning higher.

Hello, hello summer. Get it?

Or alternatively,

high, H-I-G-H, meaning...

Yes, I know what high

means, unfortunately.

Well, what's the show all about?

Well, now, I suppose you might call it a

sort of psychological operator.

Yeah, that's it. Psychological

operator. That's good, Bella.

Sure. You see, the first scene takes

place in a jungle in Borneo.

There's this great crowd of men.

Scientific mission. Been

there a couple of years. Get it?

All men, mind you.

And all that time they haven't said,

"I've done it for me."

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on, Joe. Let's get going.

But don't you want to hear the story?

I know it.

(SCREAMING)

This is Mr. Brook.

That's, you know, a

sort of anonymous like.

It's all right, Nicko. You

won't make the headlines.

Come on.

Get that chair. Sit down.

(DOOR OPENS)

So you've got some information to sell.

- It might happen. -

Either you have or you haven't.

How can I be sure you

won't tell the police?

Come here, not Scotland Yard.

We're concerned with news.

Smuggled diamonds are news.

Now, if you can tell me how they are

smuggled and who buy,

that's all I want to know. Clear?

What's the proposition?

One hundred. Cash.

Well?

Shall I tell you why I'm doing this?

- Not interested. - My

last trip, bring them 12,000.

And all they give me is 50.

Well, it's crooked, isn't it?

When's the next

consignment due and where?

Tomorrow.

- Sunda Minik arriving

London. - How much is it worth?

About 50,000. I don't

know. It's the biggest job yet.

How's it tend to cross?

Who gets it past the customs?

There's a fella in Amsterdam. He and the

boss work it out between them.

- Who's the boss? -

Now, look here, mister.

- If they find out that I've... - Who's

the boss? Who do you

take your orders from?

Cash on delivery, Nico.

All right.

My orders come from Waxy List.

Waxy List, huh?

- He works at El Rico. - The El Rico?

Yeah. He's the Heinz

and you style coffee bowl.

And this Heinz? Is he in

the sparkling game too?

- I didn't say that. -

Well, is he or isn't he?

Well, what do you think, eh?

So that's the game, eh?

Right. Let's have the rest of the story.

Poor Art is rather low for a backstage

interview, isn't it?

Where have you been all this time?

You'll have your story in ten minutes.

That's all very well, but

you left here hours ago.

I said ten minutes, didn't I?

Get your story?

Uh, bad as that, is it?

Steve, how can you write about a yak and

a yak no talent, Dame?

Never sure let her out of the chorus.

I thought she was the leading lady.

All right. I suppose

she's asleep in Francis.

Should I mean I got a write-up about her?

I know how you feel,

Bob. But a story's a story.

Oh, sure. A story's a story.

What have you been doing?

Wiping your ear on Brooks' keyhole again?

Braganza has principles.

Braganza is proud of her principles.

Braganza likes to talk

about her principles.

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Hi, Nico.

How do you know my name?

Your name was Nico. What is it now?

What did you mean, "Mister" is?

Well, that's original.

You're still working at the Ulrico?

You're scared, aren't you?

Been squealing again, huh?

Brother of the Price is right, you sing

like a bird, don't you?

Well, have a nice

visit with Mr. Brooke, huh?

You know writing about me, are you?

Well, now, that depends.

Out that door to the right, down the

corridor to the stairway.

So long, sucker.

See you in the river.

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Message for you, Mr. Crosby.

Pen's afternoon, about half past five.

You're to ring that number.

Thank you, Sammy. Wait a minute.

Harrison is waiting for you.

I know, I know.

(SIREN WAILING)

Go on, sir.

It's none of my business.

I just think it's a pity, that's all.

Why don't you go and tell Aunt Brooke?

I did six months ago

when he offered me your job.

I thought he was wrong

then. Now I'm not so sure.

Steve Ryan, the great ace

crime hack, is not so sure.

But he is sure about that little rat

named Nico that just walked out the door.

What with the great Mr.

Crosby had done. Followed him?

Till he made the front page.

Nico, front page.

Dead men usually do. His kind.

I guess you'd forgotten that, huh?

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And when I left Bella Braganza, there she

was, clutching her principles

to her like a sapphire mink.

Hiya, summer.

Bye-bye, Bella.

Bart!

Is this your idea of a practical joke?

What's the beef?

It's irresponsible and

libelous and well you know it.

Bear comment. If you don't

like it, you can go to hell.

Not me, Crosby. You this time.

He's up on that,

Bart. It isn't gonna help.

Now what would you know about that?

All right, so your uncle

fires me. Very convenient.

Now he can move his beloved niece up

another rung on the

journalistic ladder of success.

Don't look out, buster.

He'll be the next obstacle.

That's stupid.

She was a good reporter. She'll make it

under her own steam.

With my training. Don't forget.

We call Trent this and you know it.

It's libelous.

It's the truth and it's not libelous.

I want you to rewritten.

No.

You refuse?

I not only refuse, I

won't order one word.

You're drunk.

No, I'm not. No, I'm not drunk.

But if I were, you

would have no complaint.

What do you expect when I

get on a salmon like that?

You've had your chance.

You had another today.

You missed it. That was your last.

So what?

This is a business, Crosby. Not a

playground for irresponsible drunks.

I'll see to it that

your contract is drunk.

Oh, wait a minute. Don't bother.

I'll say it for you.

I am through with the clearing.

Through.

As of now.

Bye-bye, Brooke.

He said he doesn't talk, Waxing.

Yeah.

Did you talk, Niko?

No, don't.

He says no, Waxing.

No. No.

Look here, boys.

I said I didn't.

Brooke, he wouldn't see me.

I take it to the truck.

Yeah. Niko, you talk too much. Don't he, Waxing? Yeah. Oh, no.

Couldn't you have compromised?

I toned it down a bit.

Steve, how could I?

That dame is a 14-carat phony.

Then she's not worth

losing your job over.

Job?

What kind of a job is that?

Working for that hat, Brooke?

I'll be your age, Bart.

Brooke's a good

journalist, and you know it.

Oh, meaning I'm not, huh?

You were.

Until you made up your mind

to be a self-pitting drunk.

Nothing.

Don't kid yourself she's not right.

Hello?

Jimmy Beverly, 422.

No problem.

A year ago you lost your wife.

The bottom fell out of things.

I admit that was tough.

But you've got your

son, and you had friends.

Plenty of them.

They would have helped you.

But not now.

You know why?

Because they're sick of you.

Sick of a man who's been knocked down and

won't even try to pick himself up.

Look, only you know what sort of hell

you've been through.

But it's no good feeling

sorry for yourself anymore.

Hello?

You're Beverly number.

St. David's Hospital.

Who?

Who do you want, please?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, extension one-fourth.

Hold the line, please.

Dr. Fisher speaking. Who is that?

My name is Crosby, and I got a message.

Oh, yes, Mr. Crosby. It's about your son.

What's the matter?

Well, he was admitted to this hospital

recently, and I'd like

you to come and see me.

But as soon as you can,

I'll come right down.

Anything wrong, Bob?

You know, I got a blow.

Dr. St. David,

you got what it takes.

Believe me.

Don't let Brooke ride you too much.

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Now, doctor, what is this all about?

What's wrong with my boy?

- Cigarette? - No, thank you.

Well, we've got to

look at this thing calmly.

What is wrong with my son?

Well, Mr. Crosby, it's an eye condition.

Eye condition?

He's not going blind.

I'm afraid it's worse than that.

It's a glioma of the retina,

a tumor capable of rapid development.

It's almost invariably fatal.

Oh, no.

So from birth, there's a rule.

Usually, it manifests as

over around the age of five,

but sometimes it lies

dormant until Jimmy's age,

only to be precipitated by some shock.

I, um...

I understand the boy

doesn't live with you.

No, he lives with his

grandmother, my wife's mother.

Close down to a year now.

My wife is dead.

Killed in a car accident I was driving.

The boy was there at the time.

Oh, was he?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

And the grandmother's looked after him

ever since, is that so?

That's right. She's the only

relative we have over here.

Oh, I realize she's

terribly bitter towards me.

Kind of what happened to Elaine, but

certainly she could have

told me about this before.

She didn't know, Mr.

Crosby, that I can assure you.

You see, these things

happen suddenly, I suppose.

You see, Jimmy was struck

in the face by a toy arrow.

She noticed that the left eye was

slightly tinged yellow.

Quite naturally, she thought some damage

had been done by the arrow, so she sent

for the local doctor.

He brought the case to us.

I made the

preliminary examination myself.

I wasn't satisfied.

So I called in a specialist.

Two, in fact.

Both confirmed my diagnosis.

I got in touch with your mother-in-law,

told me where you worked.

She was as quick as that.

I won't.

Well, that's hard to say.

How long?

Three months.

Maybe six.

It's difficult to assess accurately.

Just what are the chances?

Well, there is a hope.

A very faint one, aren't you?

Yeah.

There's a Dr. Gruner in Switzerland.

He's cured a number of children, but...

But what?

It's a very delicate operation, and

almost invariably

means the loss of one eye.

How could we get hold of this Dr. Gruner?

Well, that's the problem.

He's got a full-time clinic in Zurich.

I doubt if he'd be able to get away.

Well, couldn't Jimmy be taken to Zurich?

Can he be moved?

No, he can be moved, but

it would have to be quickly.

How much would it cost?

Give me a rough figure.

Well, you mean chartering

a special ambulance plane,

surgeons' fees,

months of after treatment?

How much?

Probably a thousand pounds.

If I bring you a

thousand pounds in the morning,

how soon can you get Jimmy away?

With luck within hours.

I'll have to phone Zurich first, see if

Gruner will take the case.

All right.

Do it immediately.

Tonight.

Book the plane, nurses

everything that's necessary.

Very well.

You will have your

thousand pounds in the morning.

Mr. Crosby, this is a

long chance, you know.

There's no absolute guarantee of success.

Why not sleep on it?

Sleep?

Tonight, no, I'm afraid not.

Now, may I see my boy?

Of course, we'll take you home.

He will be able to recognize you.

Oh, yes, this is sight is quite normal,

and he's in no pain.

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Hiya, Jimmy boy.

Hiya, Dad.

Scott wants to say hello, too.

Hiya, Scotty.

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Thousands of pounds are lost to the

Treasury each year

through organized smuggling.

This is only part of a crime wave, which

the authorities seem unable to stop.

Now the Clarion takes up the challenge.

Starting next Monday, we bring you a

series of articles in which sensational

disclosures will be made of the

activities of a highly dangerous gang.

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Go, man.

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No!

Right.

Go.

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We picked him out

coming out of the Clarion.

Coming out?

Why did you not get him before, like I told you?

Clarions, we couldn't.

Quit worrying. Nika

won't bother you anymore.

Yeah, we took him for a ride.

Ah, shut up.

Find out when Brooke leaves the office,

get his home address.

You want us to get him?

No. You stay here, Lord.

Handle this my way. [music]

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Brooke in his office?

No, he isn't.

And if you've come to eat humble pie--

Where is he?

He's left the office.

Let this hour?

What's the matter? Is

he sick or something?

Only of you.

So far as I know.

Look, Harrison, I've

got to see Brooke tonight.

Where can I find him?

How should I know?

Why don't you try his home?

That's exactly what I'm going to do.

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[door closes]

Name is Weber. I want

a little talk with you.

Very well. Better come in here.

You have somebody else at home?

No. Go and look.

Stay where you are.

What the devil is the idea?

This. Sit down. This won't take long.

I think you know why I'm here.

I can guess.

Good. You have received certain

information tonight.

Information that you

no doubt intend to use.

In Monday's edition.

Enough to make a first-class story, not

enough to spoil things for the police.

I thought as much.

Well, how much you want to be paid?

Not to print, eh?

Five hundred?

A thousand?

Not a chance.

Why? You share the

information with someone else?

Not yet. Wait until Monday.

A million readers will

know about your racket.

Oh.

You're welcome to that.

I've got a good memory.

Now get out before I call the police.

That would not be intelligent, Mr.

Brooke. I think you

are an intelligent man.

Now come on.

Fifteen hundred.

Two thousand. That's my limit.

And the end of my case.

Brooke.

Weber.

Hides.

Tarvins.

Brooke.

Brooke!

A heart.

A heart. You killed him.

Right, Nurse. I'll see

to him in the morning.

Good night.

Good night, Doctor.

Doctor Fidget is speaking.

Oh, yes. This is Mark Crosby.

Oh, yes, Mr. Crosby.

What about my boy?

Is everything fixed, like you said?

Yes, it is.

Good.

And the plane?

All fixed.

Takes off from Redstone

Airport at 12 noon tomorrow.

Good. What about this Dr. Gruner?

I'm glad to say he'll accept the case.

Oh, that's fine.

Well, thanks a lot, Doctor.

I'd like to see you as soon as possible,

you know, to fix things.

Oh, yes. Well, um...

How about 9.30 in the morning?

9.30 at this.

Right. See you then. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Listen, Heinz, no one

saw us going or come out.

Ah, that's not the end of

it, you trigger-happy fool.

What are you afraid of?

Crosby and the Clarion.

Anyone at home with the press?

What's the big idea?

It's more than idea.

I just came from Brooks.

You paid him a visit tonight,

and you or one of your hoods killed him.

He left the gun in his

hands, so it'd look like suicide.

When I got there, I

found the gun and took it.

You'll admit that leaves you

in kind of a spot, doesn't it?

Police are undoubtedly there now.

They know it's murder.

But they don't know yet who did it.

Now I'm gonna tell you something else.

A little rat by the name of

Nico came to the office tonight.

He had to talk with Brooke.

Then he had to talk with me.

Now Brooke is dead in the story with him.

That leaves me.

All right, all right. How much?

One thousand pounds.

You're crazy.

No, Heinz, you are.

If I do this, how do I know you won't go

to the police afterwards?

Why don't you use your head?

The police are a cinch

to nail you eventually.

And I'm selling you time.

Time to get out of the

country before that happens.

And it's cheap at a thousand pounds.

Yeah, if it stopped

to death, it would be.

But tomorrow you'll want two thousand,

next day three thousand.

No, no, go on, Crosby.

Shoot your mouth.

I said a thousand, I mean a

thousand, not a penny more.

And that's what they

all say at the beginning.

Suppose I give you proof.

Proof?

Have a little boy. He's dying.

Or will be if I don't get

this money by midday tomorrow.

I'll tell you what you do.

Call St. David's Hospital.

Get in touch with Dr.

Fisher. He'll confirm it.

St. David's Hospital.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I believe your story.

But I want more than

that for my thousand pounds.

Look, I went to Brooks

tonight to borrow money from him.

I was willing to make any

kind of a deal with him.

That was too late.

When I got there, he was dead.

But I had a hunch.

I had a hunch that you

went there to bribe him.

You meant you had

ready cash, plenty of it.

No, you worked things

out, Mr. Crosby, eh? Go on.

You want time? I want

money. Simple as that.

Give me a thousand

pounds and I'll take the rap.

The guy's nuts.

I can make it fit.

I got the gun.

I was there.

And I've got the motive for that matter.

What do you mean you've got the motive?

Tonight in the office, Brooke

and I had a terrific argument.

As a result, I was fired.

You have witnesses?

Half the editorial staff.

Do I get the money?

One thing more. You say you must have

this money by midday tomorrow.

Why?

There's a special ambulance plane leaving

for Switzerland at that time.

Where from? Redstone Airport.

I see.

Okay.

Then at 12 o'clock tomorrow, you must be

at Scotland Yard and give

yourself up to the police.

You understand?

Okay.

Very well. It's a deal.

I don't know why it's all that.

I'll be sure you keep your part of the

bargain, Mr. Crosby.

After all, we want the kid to get to

Switzerland, so don't

try any double-cross.

We've got a deal.

Do you think you can trust him?

No. But he's right. We need time.

Why don't we quit the country now?

This washes up the diamond business.

There's that big pack of

coming through on the San D'Amico.

We can't afford to let

that go down the drain.

What if he goes to the police?

Then we get the kid.

But somehow, I don't think he will.

That's the lot, Inspector.

All right. You can go.

Em, did you know

Crosby well, Miss Brooke?

Not there.

Did you work together?

Only for a few months.

Would you say that he

was a good journalist?

My uncle thinks...

...bought.

He used to be a very good journalist, but

recently he's gone to pieces.

And do you know why?

He lost his wife in a car accident. I

think that may have had

something to do with it.

What does it matter what I think?

He killed my uncle.

We don't know that he did.

The gun was in his hand.

That's not conclusive evidence.

Still, perhaps he will

tell us himself for for long.

May I bella me?

Where are you going, Inspector?

To the ferry, and we

might find something there.

Do you mind if I come too?

Well, er...

I can't very well stay here.

All right. Come along.

So you've no idea what

this nico told Mr. Brooke?

Beyond the fact that he concerned the

smuggle diamond as well.

Maybe the information

wasn't passed on to us.

It would have been?

Yes. Next Monday.

But he doesn't appear to

have left anything on paper.

Does it matter? It has

nothing to do with my uncle's death.

That remains to be seen, Miss Brooke.

It now appears that someone other than

Crosby had a motive,

perhaps a bigger motive.

This is just guesswork. I saw him with

the gun in his hand.

If everyone seen carrying a gun were

automatically convicted of murder, the

hangman would be very busy.

What about a full statement,

Inspector? I'm sorry, Jill.

But if they want to find Crosby...

No, I want nothing

printed until I say so.

Hey, Doctor. Is the thousand pounds?

Now, is everything

all set with the plane?

Yes. Your take-over

tour of noon is arranged.

Well, I'll go from here about 11.

You're coming to see him off?

No. No, I'm afraid I'll be detained.

How's the weather cast?

It would look reasonably

settled when I came in.

Oh, I thought so, yes.

Well, may I see the boy now?

Oh, yes.

You are going with him, aren't you?

Yes, I'll stay with

him after the operation.

Thank you. I'm glad of that.

Just one more thing, Doctor.

No matter what happens between now and

the plane takes off,

nothing must stop Jimmy from going.

I don't think I understand.

I want your word on that.

Very well. Can you say so?

Thank you, Doctor.

Thanks for everything.

Believe me, I'll be

grateful the rest of my life.

Not at all.

No.

Shh. He's past the feet.

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Well, hello, flight inquiries.

I'm calling to check on

the special ambulance plane,

taking off for Zurich, Switzerland.

Get away all right?

For the love of heaven, what happened?

What time will it take off?

5 a.m.

Well, couldn't--

No, I guess not.

Well, thank you.

No.

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Everything's at its

back there, Mr. Crosby.

The plane get away on time?

I could receive you that call.

I checked on myself an hour ago.

Pretty of the way you can get away,

and now you will have

to keep to a bargain.

Don't worry. I'm not squealing.

You're safe for the time being.

Aye, there better be, for the boy's sake.

And when you come out of there,

I want to be sure it's

for the police escort.

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So you went there to try and

get your job back, is that it?

That's right.

What, at 11 o'clock at night?

Surely you could have

waited until the morning.

I don't want to get

everything fixed right away.

And in order to help fix

it, you took a gun with you.

Well, I'll admit that was a

crazy idea, but I thought--

What did you think?

I thought maybe if I threatened to kill

myself, he'd play ball.

Well?

I only gave you the horse laugh.

I blew my top and I shot him.

And then what happened?

Well, I stayed around for a while, trying

to figure out my next move.

For how long?

I don't know.

A few minutes.

No more.

And then Jill, then

Mrs. Brooke walked in.

Did she accuse him?

Well, I guess so.

Yes, yes, she did.

And then I walked out.

And now you've walked in here.

Well, what was the use?

There's never any dough on me.

Couldn't make a run for it.

Where do you get the gun?

I bought it.

- Who from? - From a guy.

When?

A while ago.

What?

Look, I'm on the crime beat.

You know how it is, Inspector.

You know it gets too long, those hoots

try to slash it for you.

I had the gun for protection.

Not licensed, of course.

No, not licensed.

Hmm.

You quite sure you did shoot, Brooke?

I told you I shot Brooke.

All right, so I'm nuts.

I'm daffy, suffering from

alcoholic hallucinations,

saw the whole thing in drunken dream.

You know best about that.

All right.

Why don't you book me then?

Leave it that way.

You've been a reporter

for some time, Crosby.

You know the procedure.

The confession isn't sufficient.

We've got to check the facts.

And I've given you plenty.

Have you?

I'm holding you, Crosby.

For a full interrogation.

Take him down to the interrogation room,

bring in a

stenographer, I'll be right down.

Yes, sir.

I think so.

Kate?

Seems funny without Mr.

Crosby around, doesn't it?

Yes, it does.

Have you heard anything of him?

Yes.

The Alp Press for your

report said he walked in there.

Sure.

Well, I suppose I'd better

clean up the rest of his junk.

Could he do anything about this?

This message.

Uh, get me Beverly 4-2-8-0.

Oh, I should do that stuff.

All right.

I got your message.

I'm sorry, Jill.

I'd have put somebody else onto it, but

we are rather pushed.

Oh, that's all right.

I'd rather be working.

The Empress Theatre.

What time is the curtain go down?

Around 10.30, I should imagine.

And what was her name?

Bella Braganza.

Yes.

Crosby had done his job properly.

Still, there we are.

It's an awkward time.

There's bound to be a crowd in her dressing room.

See if you could get a word with her. I will. Uh, Beverly 4-2-8-0.

Yes?

Uh, who is that?

Sir David's Hospital.

Hospital?

Who do you want, please?

Um, sorry.

I must have the wrong number.

Jill.

You want me?

I think I know where Bart was between the

time he left here and when

you saw him at the house.

So?

Sir David's Hospital healing. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Sir David's Hospital healing.

What about it?

Look, I found this on

his desk after he'd left.

He phoned that number

and then rushed out.

He, uh, he looked very shaken.

Why tell me?

Why not the police?

I thought...

Oh, well, it doesn't matter.

It's just a stupid

hunch of mine, that's all.

You know Bart pretty

well, don't you, Steve?

Better than most, I think.

Do you think he killed my uncle?

No, I do not.

What makes you so sure?

It doesn't matter, but I can't explain.

It just isn't the way he ticks.

But if he were drunk...

Bart gets maudlin and drink,

not violent as you should know.

Look, what are we going to do about this?

Do you mind if I take it with me?

Sure, if you think it'll help.

I was not aware of any complication when

I agreed to see this case through.

It can't affect the boy. It mustn't.

Quite so, but I think a police should be

informed of the arrangements here.

You said that Bart, that Mr. Crosby had

extracted a promise from you.

Oh, that's so, but...

Then please, Doctor, leave it up to me.

You go ahead with the arrangements for

Jimmy as though nothing had happened.

I'll go and see the police.

You're forcing me into a

very difficult decision.

Yes?

You wanted to see Jimmy

Crosby, Doctor. He's awake now.

Oh, yes, I'll be along, just...

He postponed and upset him a little.

He's all right, isn't he?

Oh, yes, he got a little overexcited,

that's all I had to give him a sedative.

May I see him?

Yes, I think so.

Will I be able to talk to him?

Oh, yes, he's a cheerful little fellow.

He's no idea how ill he is, of course.

Hello, Miss.

Hello, Raymond. Open your

mouth and let's wait for us today.

Hello, Jimmy.

Here's someone to see you.

Hello, Jimmy.

Sir, you're nice.

Thank you.

Do you know my daddy?

Yes.

He's nice, too.

Very nice.

I wish he'd come and see me, huh?

Well, he's terribly busy.

Will he come tonight?

I expect he'll do his best.

If you see him, will you ask him to come?

I will.

That's enough talking, Jimmy.

You've got to get some rest.

And then he wants all that snow when we

cross the mountains.

You're going to see nothing, not sister.

He keeps and heaps.

Bye, Jimmy.

Doctor, you will do as

I suggested, won't you?

My problem is the boy.

You can take care of the father.

I'm sure he will.

Oh, thank you.

I certainly try to.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

This one's yours, Inspector.

Sure it's Nicko?

Is Nicko all right?

What if I didn't?

Caught up in the warp pilings.

Whoever dumped him made a poor job of it.

You sure he was dumped?

He couldn't walk far

with a bullet in his back.

How long has he been in the water?

Less than 24 hours, I guess.

I'll let you know more after the autopsy.

Where's the man, don't I?

Thomas Wayanser.

[DOOR CLOSING]

Oh, hello, Miss Brooke.

Do take a seat.

No, thank you.

Well, that's all right.

What's on your mind?

I'd like to see Bart Crosby.

Bart Crosby? Why?

Well--

Rather a strange request,

seeing that he killed your uncle.

I don't think he did.

May I ask what has changed your opinion?

Because I just don't think he did.

Come now, you can do better than that.

Well, suppose we call it a hunch.

Not outside a detective, novel.

Come in.

No, excuse me.

Thank you.

Well, suppose you're right, Miss Brooke.

Who do you think he's tried to shield?

I don't know.

Whoever's behind this

smuggling business, perhaps--

Well, are you suggesting that Crosby is

mixed up in that racket?

No, no.

Then what?

Has he made his confession for money?

Is somebody putting on the pressure?

We've been over and over his story.

He knows it as patters of tape recording.

But beyond that, he just will not talk.

Well, he might.

He might be a good friend for me.

What makes you think so?

Well, I'm not sure he

will, but I'd like to try.

Well, then, it'll do no harm.

I'll have you taken down.

Oh, thank you, Miss Pecta.

Take Miss Brooke down to

the interrogation room.

She has permission to talk to Crosby.

Yes, sir.

Do you think it'll work, sir?

Oh, there's a chance.

[door opens]

What are you doing here?

I persuaded Inspector

Lane to let me see you.

What for?

To talk to you.

I want to help, Bart.

Well, you can't.

All I have to say is set up

in black and white right there.

There isn't one word of

truth in that, and you know it.

Tell me, was this Lane's

idea for you to come down here?

No.

But I did tell the inspector

that you might speak to me.

But that isn't why I came.

Now, you must listen to me.

This is very important.

I know all about Jimmy.

And I've been to the

hospital and spoken to Dr. Fisher.

I'm told the police?

No, I wanted to see you first.

Oh, Bart, what is this all about?

What kind of a trap is this?

No trap.

I swear it.

Everything's okay.

The plane's taking off at dawn.

I don't know how deeply

involved you are in this, Bart.

But I'm willing to trust you.

Won't you trust me

and tell me everything?

I can't.

Well, I suppose that's all.

Just a minute.

Did you see my son?

Jimmy? Yes, we had a chat.

What'd he say?

That he had a nice dad.

Did he say that? No kidding.

No kidding.

I'm inclined to agree with him.

Tell me, Jill, why

are you doing all this?

Because you used to be the

best in our business, Bart.

And you can be again if you want to.

Listening to Steve, huh?

Bill Stevie.

How long is lecturing you?

I'm not lecturing you.

What's the use?

Jill, if...

If Jimmy gets through all this...

Yes?

No.

No, it's just like you said. It's no use.

Now, Jill, I have a lot to forget.

Well, I know, Bart.

And I want to help.

As you see, the rifling grooves on each

bullet are identical,

as are the scratch marks

on this section of land.

So there's no doubt about it. They both

came from the same gun, is there?

Yes, sir.

Have you identified the type of weapon?

We have. The .32 SMW revolver.

Well, there we have it.

That same gun killed

both Brooke and Nico.

How does this affect Crosby, sir?

We knew Nico was alive

at nine at the Clarion.

The autopsy shows

that he died before ten.

Now, we know where Crosby was between

those times right there at the office.

And the confession on the Brooke killing?

Oh, he probably worked up

Dutch courage with a bottle

and decided to tackle

Brooke about his job.

He arrived a few minutes

too late, found the body,

picked up the gun instinctively...

Left there as a fake suicide.

Exactly.

But what happened

after, after he walked out?

Look, sir, Crosby gets drunk,

but he sobers up pretty quickly when he

sees the morning papers.

He'd remember

something of the night before,

getting a sack, drowning his

sorrows, calling on Brooke.

Then he'd discover the gun in his pocket.

Now, that way, sir, he might

believe he did it in his cups.

Yes, it's possible, I suppose.

But he said he'd bought

the gun, that's the flaw.

Still, it doesn't give

us enough to convict him.

Now, do we let him go?

We'll go and see him.

Okay, there's the statement.

Let me sign it.

What's the idea? Don't

you want me to sign it?

They're telling you loose, Crosby.

You can't turn me loose.

I told you I killed Brooke.

Yes, that's what you told us.

Well, what is this

routine? Don't you believe me?

We'll be getting in touch with you again.

Just make quite sure you don't go out of

town during the next two or three days.

You can't do this,

Inspector. You've got to hold me.

The effect is I can't hold you. Your

confession doesn't stand up.

Hmm, okay.

I'll go in one condition.

What's that?

That I'm driven out of here in a police

car under Police Escort.

Well, what do you think we're running?

A taxi service?

Well, I got some news for you.

If I don't get to Police Escort, you're

going to have to use dynamite.

Because...

I'm staying right here.

All right, better be late on account.

Right, sir.

(SIREN WAILING)

Why is the pensive?

Oh, I don't know, Steve. I'm worried.

About Bart? Have you seen him?

Yep. And?

Oh, he's caught up in a

web of personal problems.

He's got a lot of answers, but not enough

to make complete sense.

Can't he fill in the gaps?

He won't. How can you

help a man like that?

He's too proud and stubborn, and...

Perhaps he isn't even worth helping.

These are Joe's pictures

on the Baganza assignment.

You might see which ones

were working with the story.

Right, Mr. Hassel.

Hey, hey, that's no attitude.

Well, is the old trooper spirit?

Remember, the show must go on.

Well, maybe I'm not a

good reporter, Steve.

You're right, Mr. Roy.

That's right. The

other one couldn't spell.

Only Uncle had left notes about the

interview with Nicole.

You mean the man they

fished out of the river,

the one that was talking to Mr. Crosby?

Bart knew him.

I don't know. They were just

talking over there by his desk.

What about? I couldn't say.

I only heard Mr. Crosby ask him if he was

still in the El Rico,

whatever that is.

Sounds like a show.

Is the one running by that name?

No, I don't think so.

A coffee bar called El

Rico of Knightsbridge.

A bit of a long shot, isn't it?

Now, let me teach you

something about reporting.

The minute you get the merest whiff of a

story, follow your nose.

Yes, Steve Ryan. Bart!

Where are you?

Skip the geography.

I can't go back to my place.

I'm hiding out for a while.

You in trouble? The police after you?

I wish they were.

Now, listen, Steve.

You'll be hearing from Scotland Yard

information that I've been released.

Good.

Well, what's good about it?

Now, I want the story bottled,

especially as far as Jill is concerned.

If anybody calls in, I'm

still in police custody.

All right, Bart.

That's the way you want it.

Oh, by the way, Jill, she's gone off to

her coffee bar, the El Rico.

Jill, what?

Why does she keep interfering?

No, Bart. You're wrong.

She only wants to help you.

Sure. She's about as much

help as a red flag to a bull.

Well, if she gets

carved up, it's not my fault.

It's not as though you

aren't in favor of women, Bart.

Marty, they're all the same. No logic.

They tick on something called intuition.

The more beautiful they are,

the more trouble they stack.

Here's the donkey.

Better keep it if you're

going to be sticking around.

Thanks, Marty.

Won't be any trouble.

Go, Pat, go.

Well, if you say you got to do it, don't.

If you say you got to do it, don't.

If you don't want to

do it, say you won't.

If you say you got to do it, don't.

When you're at home, you're going to lose

your life, you know.

Now, if you got to ask you nice,

If you got to ask you nice,

Make them ask you twice,

Make them ask you twice,

Have a heart of ice, when you're at home.

Well, are you ready, rebel? Oh, oh, oh.

Are you ready, rebel? Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Are you ready, rebel? Oh, oh, oh.

Are you ready, rebel? Oh,

oh, when you're at home,

Will your life show?

Now, if they're going to ask you nice,

If they're going to ask you nice,

Make them ask you twice,

Make them ask you twice,

Have a heart of ice, when you're at home.

Well, boys, the sun don't

make your birth below Talbury,

Gen. Arago, and the

diamonds all ready to be picked up.

He's bringing them by dingy to A.I. 27.

What about our passengers?

They're all fixed. We

sail on her tomorrow.

I don't trust this Crosby.

What's the stuff in squirreling once the

plane takes off with the kid?

He's played straight so far, isn't he?

Just the same after all,

better when we're on board.

We've got to pick up those diamonds and

convert them into cash.

Okay, it's that classy

day from the counter.

You made a mistake, miss.

The room you're in...

The girl in the

photograph at Brooks. Hold her.

No!

What do we do with her?

Take her with us. Come on.

Just how far do you

think you're going to get?

Far enough.

The world's grown smaller in the last few

years, or haven't you heard?

There aren't many places left where a

murderer like you can hide.

Take him to San Domingo.

Road you go aboard well.

Waxie, get the diamonds

and bring them back to me.

I'll organize the deal.

We'll get out of here tonight.

♪ Boom, you like your roll ♪

♪ Now if the gunner ash is nice ♪

♪ If the gunner ash is nice ♪

♪ Make the manger ash it twice ♪

♪ Make the gunner ash it twice ♪

♪ Have a heart of ice ♪

♪ When you're at home ♪

♪ But are you

ready, rebel? Oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Are you ready, rebel? Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Are you ready, rebel? Oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Are you ready, rebel? Oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ When you're at home ♪

♪ Will you like your roll? ♪

♪ Your hand ♪

Carson?

Carson?

You got him? Yeah, I got him. Good. You

gotta take the curler board.

What? Who said so? I know

nothing about this. Thanks.

It's okay, Daddio. I'm

coming with her. Come back.

[thud]

[grunting]

[grunt]

Let's get going.

[door opens]

But I didn't even know that

the police had let you go.

That was the general

idea. I'm sorry, Bart.

Sure, you're sorry.

Now the damage is done.

Heights knows that I've been released.

Well, you should have

explained things earlier.

It was none of your

business, was it? Yes, it was.

You seem to forget that

my uncle's been murdered.

Well, I'm sorry, Jill. I

didn't mean to be that abrupt.

But I don't want

anything to happen to Jimmy.

It needn't if you stop thinking you're

too smart to share responsibility.

Oh, yes. I'm smart, all right.

So smart because of my reckless and

insane driving my wife has killed.

Now I've placed my boy and him in danger.

But he's only in danger because you won't

ask the police to help you.

Jill, I can't do that. I

can't tip off the police.

The money that I gave to Dr. Fisher came

from Heinz, and that means it's hot.

The police are human. No, I'm not going

through all that red tape.

Besides, I can't afford to waste a

moment's delay on Jimmy.

But what about Heinz and his

thugs making their getaway?

I don't care about them. Well, I do.

Look, diamonds.

I'm going to call Heinz until

I can have the diamonds back.

No, Bart. It gives Heinz all the more

reason to go gunning for my Jimmy.

Bart, don't be a fool.

Call the police and

get protection for Jimmy.

Kensington, 7958.

Hello. Elrico? Is Heinz there?

All right.

Hello. Heinz.

This is Crosby.

I know, I know that.

Listen, Heinz.

I have the diamonds.

You're welcome to them.

But lay off my boy.

Now, look, I can get them to you in,

well, in ten minutes.

Right.

Jill?

Ah, just the man.

What's the matter?

Doctor Fisher left a message for you in

case you called him.

Anything gone wrong? No, no, no.

He just wanted you to

know the boy's okay,

and they'll be leaving for the airport at

three in the morning.

I've been over to Jill. She's not there.

You just missed her. Where's she gone?

Harrison sent her to the Empress to cover

your Bella Braganza story.

See you, Steve. Okay.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

It's quite a party. Yeah.

We were afraid you would

be too late to get to it.

I'm very considerate of you.

I wish I could say the same

for your contract, Crosby.

The police threw out

my story, me with it.

So you squeal, eh?

If I did, you'd be locked up by now.

The diamonds? It was a slip-up.

How unfortunate for you.

Now let me tell you my news. We're going

to collect your boy.

You can't touch my boy.

He's sick, I tell you.

We are going to collect him,

and we're going to keep him.

So if you want to see him alive again,

you'd better come across

with those sparklers, Crosby.

They're at the Empress' Theatre.

I'm leveling with you. Drag me

there, and I'll collect them.

I say we go straight for the kid.

We go to the Empress.

Good morning, you crossbeards.

Straight in and out for you if you want

to see your boy again.

Don't worry. You'll get the diamonds.

[chatter]

How do you like it?

That photograph, and I

said it looks terrific.

Oh, shoot me a minute.

Hello, Mr. Crosby. Glad to get Megan.

Glad to be expecting you. Come on over.

I'll send a couple of

drinks for your friends.

Here he is, honey.

Hello there.

Where have you been all night?

This party's been going

on for possibly hours.

Happy drinks.

She knows pictures you printed of me.

That's been wonderful.

This little girl, the journalist, too,

gets to get together in a

car car and have a little chat.

There certainly was a

nice break you gave us.

Bella thought it was great.

Yeah, I afraid you like it.

I'm going to give you a box.

I don't have them.

You don't have them?

I'd put them in the safe at the Clarion.

Ah, there's something wrong with them.

Hello there, sweetie

beauty drop by. Have a drink.

Say, I've got a swell

idea for a follow-up story.

There's a fellow out of me,

one of the greatest critics

of Lucas' rap, before he gets away.

I will.

I will.

I'm going to get him out.

I'm going to get him out.

I don't know how to do it.

Don't follow up. That's great.

We have to stop this.

What are we going to do, Bob?

Get to the airport before they do.

Come on, come on.

Wait a minute.

I'm talking to you.

Just passing through.

Well.

Oh, no, this way.

The fire exit.

Please.

I told you we couldn't

trust that double crossing.

We should have gone for

the kid first, like I said.

Let's get out of here while

we still got a chance, Hanks.

Shut up. Make for the airport.

What?

The airport, where are you?

Shut up the bay of you.

Put your foot down.

Shut up.

The last time.

I'm not living in fifty

thousand down that rain.

So you snatched the kids so what?

He comes running with the diamonds.

Yeah, with the cops more likely.

Not while we have the kid.

Well, goodbye, Jimmy. Be a good boy.

I'll try, sister. Are you

sure Daddy isn't burned yet?

I expect he'll be at the play.

- All set? - Yes, Doctor, all set.

Off we go, then.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

You really think we're

going to make it before dawn?

Don't worry. We'll be there.

[ENGINE REVVING] [MUSIC PLAYING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[MUSIC PLAYING] [TIRES SQUEALING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I remember what I said.

Don't tell anybody I'm here.

I don't want the whole place alerted.

Anybody says anything, just say you're

here to see Jimmy or stay close to him.

All right, Bob, but

what are you going to do?

I'm on my own tonight.

Please do as I say, honey.

You're sure you'll be there to see Jimmy?

Well, he'll know I will.

Okay.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Hello, Dr. Fisher. Nurse.

Hi, Jimmy.

Hello. Is my daddy with you?

Oh, no. I'm afraid he's not.

Oh, he promised you'd

come and see him here.

Well, he'll be here. He'll wait and see.

You think he'll like the airplane?

Yeah.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Now, you two boys keep

a look out for the kid.

Then we drive out, do the

snatch, or whatever way.

But remember, Axie, no shooting.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Aah!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL RINGING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL RINGS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

(somber music)

- Go ahead.

- Everything's okay, honey.

How about Jimmy?

- There he is.

- Bye, Jimmy.

Goodbye, my boy.

Hurry up and get well.

- We'll be waiting for you.

- Yeah.

Yeah, we'll be waiting for you.

(dramatic music)

(engine rumbling)

- Goodbye, Jimmy.

Goodbye, my boy.