All language subtitles for Murder.Without.Tears

[Music]

I'm telling you right now,

Warren Rich is I'm fed up.

You're fed up. Ha ha.

Boy, that's a laugh.

Well, it's not funny to me. I'm sick of

your drinking and

yapping at me all the time.

Well, how do you think I feel watching

you make a play for every good-looking

guy that comes along?

Can I help it if men look at me?

No, but you don't have to look back, and

you could have the decency

to wait till my back's turned.

Maybe if you'd straighten out, those

other guys wouldn't look so attractive.

Straighten yourself out, Louie. You're

all wrong and you know it.

Oh, quit being such a martyr. You can

stop this any time you want to.

There are plenty of good

divorce lawyers in town.

I was wondering how long it would take

you to get around to that.

I suppose you got the

settlement all worked out.

You know the

community property law. 50-50.

Fifteen months of this dogfight and you

expect to wind up with

half of everything I've got?

Think again, baby.

Wouldn't it be worth it

just to get rid of me?

Nope.

Well, that's the only

way you will get rid of me.

Don't be too sure, Lily.

Will you have X this

morning, Mrs. Richards?

No, I don't want anything, Hilda.

But he won't, Mrs. Richards.

Where are you going?

Out.

Maybe I'll drop in at the Ramblers and

have a little talk

with your friend Delaney.

I'm warning you, Warren,

if you start anything--

Don't worry, darling. I'll

just give him your best regards.

(PHONE RINGING)

Ramblers? Who?

Just a second. It's for you, boss.

Is Mike Delaney speaking?

Why, yes, Mrs. Richards.

Mrs. Richards? Hey, isn't it a little

late to start getting formal?

I've known so much. What are you doing?

Well, I'm pretty busy.

At this time of day?

Oh, come now. Who's kidding who?

Come on out, and I'll buy you a drink.

Sorry, not just now.

What's the idea of being so

hard to get all of a sudden?

I must be slipping.

Come on, honey. That was

your cue to say something nice.

Look, Lily, it's been a lot of fun.

You're a nice gal and all that, but I

just can't afford to

get mixed up in something.

What's the matter? Afraid of my husband?

No, I just don't want any trouble.

Well, that's one of

the reasons I called you.

My husband knows about

us. He may drop in on you.

You might be safe around here.

I'll take that chance.

Then you won't come out to see me today.

No, Lily. Or any other day.

Let's call it quits.

It's been a lot of fun.

But it's just one of those things.

I'll see you around.

Just a minute, Mike Lady. Nobody brushes

me off like that. Nobody.

Now, look, Lily, I...

No! You listen to me.

My husband already has a

pretty good idea about us.

But there are a few things he doesn't

know that I could enlighten him on.

You know what an imagination he has.

And what a temper.

You wouldn't want me to

get talkative, would you?

I don't think you will.

You don't, huh? Well,

you'd better not tempt me.

Okay, okay. So you're busy

now. We'll skip it for today.

But you'll be out

here tomorrow for lunch.

Now, don't worry.

It's for May to stay out.

There won't be anyone here but us.

And you'd better be here.

James. James. That's what he gets for

being born good-looking, boss.

I never had that trouble.

There were five drunks in the car going

sixty miles an hour,

and suddenly the door in the back starts

to rattle. So the guy...

Ramblers.

Mr. Delaney, please.

Sorry he's not in.

Yes, he was here, but he's gone out.

Huh? Oh, a couple of hours ago. He's gone out. He's gone out. Huh? Oh, a couple of hours ago.

He didn't say where he

was going. Any message?

No, thanks.

Oh, uh, where was I?

Yeah. So this guy in the back seat opens

the door and shuts it fast.

As he does that, the drunk in the front

turns around and he says,

"Hey, Jack," he says, "Who came in?"

No.

Don't! Please!

(GASPS) (GASPS) (GUNSHOTS)

Okay. Thanks.

Well, that winds it up, Pete.

They found the car in Vegas.

Good. How about a cup of coffee?

You just made yourself a deal.

Morgan speaking.

Yeah. Who you see?

Hello.

Hello, Warren. Where

you been keeping yourself?

How's the bail bond business?

What? What did you say?

She's dead, Steve.

There must be...

I don't know how many slugs in her body.

Yeah, you better come

out of here right away.

Okay. Warren, don't touch

anything. Will we get there?

Let's skip the coffee for now.

(SIGHS)

All right, boys.

She's all yours.

How long's she been dead?

According to Doc, two hours more or less.

Oh, that fits. The clock stopped at 110.

How many bullets?

Three. That over the heart.

Real me. Real message.

Warren, suppose you tell me

everything you can about this.

That's just it, Steve. I can't.

Why not?

Because I don't remember anything.

I've been drinking a lot

in the last few months.

And sometimes, when I get too much, I

draw a complete blank.

(SIGHS)

There's nothing you can do for her.

You'd better sit down.

Now, try and tell me everything you can.

It's important.

Well...

We've been fighting for a long time.

I just couldn't stand the way she was

making passes at other men.

Oh, go on.

Yesterday was the worst.

I controlled my temper just as long as I

could, and then I left.

I felt that if I stayed

any longer, I'd kill her.

Did you kill her, Warren?

I don't know.

I wanted to hurt her.

Yeah. Like she hurt me.

But... I don't think I could've.

I loved her, Steve.

Now, when did you leave the house?

I was right after breakfast.

About ten, or maybe a little later.

Where'd you go?

Well, as I remember, I went to a bar

called The Ramblers.

That early in the morning?

Yeah. I wanted to get good and drunk.

Drunk enough to tell Mike

Delaney what I thought of him.

Mike Delaney? Who's Mike Delaney?

Oh, he's a guy that runs The Ramblers.

I wanted to tell him that I know all

about the two of them.

I warned him to keep away from her.

What did he say?

He laughed. He said I was crazy.

He kept trying to buy me drinks.

Well, I told him he wasn't fooling me and

warned him to stay away from her else.

Then I took my briefcase and left.

Briefcase?

Yeah, I had $30,000 in bonds in it.

I knew that Lillian

and I were all washed up.

And I figured in case of a divorce,

I didn't see any reason to give her half

of it and run for a property settlement.

I was gonna stash it someplace.

Well, did you?

I don't know.

I guess not. Here it is.

No bonds in here.

Well, I guess I must

have hidden them someplace.

You don't remember where?

No. I don't even remember if I did.

All I remember is taking a

cab in front of the Ramblers.

You don't happen to

remember what time that was?

No.

Or what time he came here?

No. From the time I took that cab,

sometime yesterday,

until I came to here

with a gun in my hand,

everything is a complete blank.

What about the gun? Is it yours?

No, I never had a gun in my life.

You don't remember firing it?

No. Not at all.

Well, we'll settle

that with a paraffin test.

Pete?

Take care of it.

Sure thing. Let's go.

We'll have to take you in.

Aren't you coming?

Not right now. I'll see you later.

I've got some more checking to do.

Yes, sir. I remember

Mr. Richards coming in.

Why?

Why would you remember him out of all the

customers that came in here yesterday?

Well, for one thing, he

was our first customer,

and I wasn't hardly open.

Good morning, Jim.

Good morning.

Oh, boss.

This is Mr. Delaney.

The police.

Sergeant O'Malley, DA's office. I'm

investigating a homicide.

Homicide, yeah?

I know we serve some pretty awful stuff,

but it hasn't killed anyone yet.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Delaney, but I'm

checking on Warren Richards.

Yes, I heard about his wife. Too bad.

I understand she was a

pretty good customer here.

Well, I guess you might

say that. They both were.

Do you remember what time

he came in here yesterday?

I'd say about 11, maybe a little later.

Did you notice anything strange about

him? I mean, did he

seem upset or in a fog?

Well, he had some crazy

idea that Lillie and I were...

Let's just say that he was jealous.

Maybe he had good reason to be.

All right, so I did take her out a few

times, but that was a

couple of months ago.

You haven't seen her since?

Yes, she was in here a couple of times,

but it was all over.

Do you know if Mrs. Richards had any

other special friends?

I never asked her for them.

All right, forget it.

Do you remember what

time he left here yesterday?

I put him in a cab about 2 o'clock.

Have any idea where he went?

I told the driver to take him home.

You see, you know his car is still

outside in your parking lot.

What of it? He was no condition to drive

when he left. At

least he acted like that.

Active?

Yes, the bartender

and I remarked about it.

Richards is a good,

two-fisted drinker when he starts.

A guy that can handle this liquor. He

only had a couple of drinks yesterday.

I guess that stuff must be a

lot stronger than I thought.

Thanks. That's all for now. We'll let you

know if we need you.

Anytime, Sergeant. Glad to help.

You know, boss, sometimes I'm glad I'm

not too good looking.

- Did you book Richards? - Yeah.

Okay, the taxi driver is

outside when the maid has saved him.

They had a fight the night before. A good

one according to the maid.

They'd been battling for weeks.

He'd open when he came home?

No, he hadn't arrived at the time she

left. That was 9 o'clock.

- The listing reported

him? - Yeah, on your desk.

- The maid asked for a

test. - What's the show?

We've made traces for six shots. We'll

have to prove he fired the gun.

- Who's checking the gun? - The

bathroom's on him.

We'll see the taxi again.

- Yeah. Is Richards here? - Outside.

Send him in, too.

All right, taxi.

Over there.

Sit down a minute, please.

Ever see this man before?

Yeah, I picked him up

from the Ramblers yesterday.

In the afternoon, about 2, I think.

- Where'd you go? - Well, I started to

take him home, but...

We were going across 4th Street, and all

of a sudden he said, "Let me out here."

So I stopped. It was 4th and Main.

Which direction did he take?

I didn't pay any attention.

Did I give you any

reason for getting out?

No, sir, you just said,

"Let me out here." So I did.

Did you notice anything

peculiar about Mr. Richards?

I mean, did he seem bewildered or dazed?

Well, he acted like he might

have had a couple too many.

Okay. Thanks.

Help this man.

Do you remember anything, Warren? I mean,

anything that might help us?

No, I remember that man on 4th and Main.

That's where everything stops.

Just as if a big black

curtain came down on me.

I vote.

Yeah?

Yeah, this is Morgan.

What's that again?

Okay, check. Right.

- The pramper just reported him. - So?

- 347 Meath 4th Street. - Okay, let's go.

Right.

Hi. How to do, sir?

Recognize this place, Warren?

No, I've never seen it.

Sure.

Positive. I've never been here.

Ever seen this man before?

Yes, he was here yesterday

afternoon. I sold him a gun.

Is this the gun?

Yes, that's it.

You don't remember

being here buying the gun?

No, this is all news to

me. It's very frightening.

- What's going to happen?

- I'm afraid so, Warren.

It doesn't matter much now if

you can't remember anything.

The only missing link are the bombs.

And where they are doesn't seem to have

anything to do with the murder.

It doesn't seem possible to me that

anybody could be blacked out without

making time to do things you didn't.

That's what stops me. I've never run up

against anything like that before.

What's happened to me previously? The

doctor warned me to be careful.

You've been to a doctor about this?

Sure. Dr. Saul Palito,

Wilshire Medical building.

- Making note of that

page. - Who's that name?

Dr. Saul Palito,

Wilshire Medical building.

Now, Dr. Palito, would you mind telling

the district attorney just what is your

diagnosis of Warren Richards' condition?

Mr. Richards has suffered frequent

attacks of alcoholic amnesia.

Alcoholic amnesia? Sort of blackouts?

Exactly. Some people have it just pass

out and go to sleep for a while.

But in Richards' case, he remains active

for hours, even days at a time, and

remembers nothing that he

has done during that time.

Well, that's not so unusual. I remember a

man who stole a car and drove to the home

of his estranged wife, killed her, and

claimed he was blacked

out during the whole affair.

He was proven that he had blacked out?

Well, it was his word

against the so-called evidence.

What happened?

He was executed.

Then, doctor, there's no way of learning

whether Richards was lying

or not about his condition.

No, in cases such as this, we have only

the patient's word to go by.

But it seems very unlikely that he is

lying. The story he tells

seems to make him out of murder.

That's pretty foolish lying.

Either pretty foolish or pretty clever.

What do you mean, Steve?

I don't know, Dan. Call it a hunch if you

like, but... well, this whole thing

doesn't make sense to me.

Thanks, doctor. We may

be calling on you later.

Certainly. Just let me

know. Goodbye, gentlemen.

Goodbye, doctor.

Thanks again.

Hallelujah.

You're kidding about this case not making

sense, aren't you, Steve?

No. No, I'm not.

What are you worried

about? It's so simple.

A man has a cheating wife in a battle. He

gets drunk, draws a

blank, and when he comes to,

he finds himself standing over the dead

body of his wife with a gun in his hand.

We know the bullets in that gun killed

her. We know where

and when he got the gun.

And the paraffin test

proves he fired her.

What more do you want? A candid camera

shot of her falling?

Well, he's not remembering what happened

for almost a full day. It stops me.

Well, it worries me.

Well, it doesn't worry me.

Now, look, with the evidence we've got, I

don't care if he does remember.

It isn't going to do him a

bit of good. It's in the bag.

Oh, Steve, you've done a good job. Now,

why don't you go home and forget it?

I'll see you at the trial.

[music]

Now, Mrs. Hausmann, during the time that

you worked for the Richards,

would you say that they

were a happy married couple?

Oh, no, sir, I was not. They

were all these tight things.

What would they fight about?

Well, Mr. Richards was drinking a lot.

And Mrs. Richards didn't like it.

Well, Mr. Richards was obviously coosing

her of going around with other men.

Oh, of course, Papadus. That's

got to be a continual hassle.

Hassel? What do you mean by hassle?

Well, crud, the dough

is a glamorous commotion.

I see. Well, now would you

tell us in your own words

just what happened on the

morning of this last hassle?

Well, I served the breakfast.

Mr. Richards had

already started drinking.

Mrs. Richards started to

argue with him about that,

and he said if he was

drinking too much, it was her fault,

because she was driving him to it.

Very acousta of being out

with another man the day before.

Did Mr. Richards mention

this other gentleman by name?

Yeah, I think that was the lacy or the

lain of the English.

Go on.

Yes, sir. Well, it was first.

The argument got louder and more foolish.

And finally, Mr. Richards

stormed out of the house.

After he had gone, Mrs.

Richards phoned some men.

I think that was the same

one that were arguing over,

and she wanted him to

come out to see her.

She got so fooled,

yes, that he was infused,

and she started to throw

sinks around me and the filling.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

You can beg all you like,

but you're not going in there.

Why, the judge had eaten me alive.

No, you don't. No, you don't.

No, no.

Mrs. Hausmann, did you see Mr. Richards

at all the day of the murder?

No, sir. That was my day off.

I went to my sister Hedwig, and there was

a birthday party for her little girl,

and she had such a wonderful moment.

Yes, thank you very much,

Mrs. Hausmann. That's all.

Say thank you.

Your witness? No questions.

The witness is excused.

Mr. Hausmann.

May I go now?

Yes. Yes, and thank you

very much, Mrs. Hausmann.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Will Mr. Sam Gordon

please take the stand?

Right down the hall, turn

left, third door on the right.

The use of the testimony

you're about to give is the truth.

The whole truth is nothing

but the truth to help you God.

I do.

Please say that. State your name.

Sam Gordon.

Mr. Gordon, did you

sell this gun to anybody?

Yes, sir.

Could you identify the

person to whom you sold it?

Yes, sir.

Is that person in this room?

Yes, sir.

Could you point him out?

The gentleman at that table.

Mr. Richards, would you stand up, please?

Now, Mr. Gordon, is that the man?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Mr. Gordon, do you remember what day you

sold this gun to Mr. Richards?

Yes, sir. It was the day

before he killed his wife.

I object, your honor.

Objection sustained.

Mr. Gordon, you know what day the murder

was committed, don't you?

Yes, sir.

Did you sell this gun to

Mr. Richards before that day?

Yes, sir. The day before.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon.

Your honor, I offer this

gun as exhibit A in this case.

So ordered.

Your witness.

No questions.

The witness is excused.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming, Steve.

It's okay.

What's on your mind?

Thanks.

Well, I'm scared.

Plenty scared.

Not that evidence in the gun.

You still claim you never saw it, huh?

What can I say after

the Trombogers' testimony?

You still don't remember anything?

No. Everything's a complete blank.

But if I was on Skid Row

when I bought that gun,

I could have been there

during my whole blackout.

Keep talking.

Well, that part of town is full of

flophouses and cheap hotels.

I could have holed up in any one of them.

Well, we've shown your photograph to

every crummy hotel clerk from

Bellhop in that part of town.

Didn't come up with a thing.

Nothing in my mouth.

No.

Looks like we're right back where we

started as far as the

blackouts are concerned.

I just can't believe that no one saw me

during that entire time.

That's what I thought from

the beginning of this case.

Look, Mr. Steve, I'm not

trying to tell you your business.

No.

Maybe it isn't your

business to help me out with this.

It's my business to find out who did

this, whether it's you or somebody else

doesn't change that fact.

What are you getting at?

Well, suppose you had my picture running

newspapers, you know, like

the missing persons broadcast.

Has anyone seen this man between the

hours of such and such time?

Tuesday at 3.30 to Wednesday at 1.30.

Would that help any?

Well, it's a possibility.

Well, I'd be glad to pay anybody. You can

tell me where I was and then $1,000.

Well, Warren, you better talk to your

attorney about that.

That's something for him to handle.

Okay. I'll come in.

Thanks for coming over.

It's okay.

I've seen this man here in

the bank in the last few weeks.

Are you sure?

Yes, quite sure. In fact, I think I ran

into a mistake deposit on it.

Do you remember what day it was?

No, but I'm going to look it

up in my records right now.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, the state has established that the murder of the victim

is a victim of a murder. Now, ladies and gentlemen, the state has

established that the murder weapon

was purchased by the

defendant the day before the crime.

And the only fingerprints found on that

weapon were those of the accused.

Now, the accused has admitted that when

he came out of an

almost 24-hour blackout,

he found himself standing over the dead

body of his wife with the gun in his hand

in which there were six empty shells.

The paraffin test has proved beyond all

shadow of doubt that the

accused had fired a gun.

Your Honor, Mr. Court, please, may I

interrupt the district attorney?

If it's important.

It is, Your Honor, extremely important.

I offer in evidence this bank's safe deposit slip signed by my client.

The time stamped on it is

1.15 p.m. the day of the murder.

This proves that my client was miles away

from the scene of the crime

the time it was committed.

I therefore move for dismissal.

The court will recess for 30 minutes.

The counsel for the defendant and also

the prosecuting attorney

will report to my chambers. Here, let me have that.

You go get a note, huh?

Glasses, everybody.

How long can this keep up?

I don't know.

How much champagne is there

in the state of California?

There's one guy who's not

going to try and find out.

Now, this is you, Warren.

Oh, don't worry, Parker.

I've got my guardian

angel right next to me.

Say, by the way, it reminds me of something I forgot today

and all the excitement.

A thousand dollars?

He earned it.

After all, Mr. Fitzgerald,

we did offer this reward.

And as an attorney, let me assure you

that we're legally bound to make good.

You wouldn't want him to have any more

trouble with the law, would you?

Well, if you put it that way...

It's all settled in.

Waiter, more champagne.

Take it easy, Warren.

Oh, don't be a killjoy, Parker.

How often does it probably get a chance to sell you a drink? I can't say that I blame you, Warren.

Yesterday, I wouldn't have given you a

plugged nickel for your chances.

Now, even if you were

guilty, they couldn't touch you.

I don't understand.

It's illegal technicality.

Once a man is tried and acquitted, he

never again can be

charged with the same crime.

I should hope not, once enough.

It's what's known as double jeopardy.

Isn't it, Warren?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Waiter! More champagne! Waiter!

More champagne!

What's the matter?

Don't you feel it, Mr. Richards?

Dizzy, I...

Another one of those blackouts, I guess.

Want me to phone Dr. Polito?

Yeah, I guess you better.

Oh.

Well, I'll take you home

and have him meet us there.

Thanks.

But I told Mr. Fitzgerald

I'd drive her to Glendale.

Oh, don't worry, Warren. I'll see that

she gets home all right.

Good, good.

I'm sorry about all this.

It's all right.

I'll take him to the car and

then meet you out in front.

Fine.

Thanks for everything, Steve.

It would have been a long haul.

It's been quite a night, hasn't it?

Yes, it has.

But, you know, I'm

worried about Mr. Richards.

He seemed to go to pieces some sudden.

Just nerves. He'll be all

right in a couple of days.

I hope so.

Let me know, will you?

I suppose a girl like

you gets quite a few calls.

Sometimes.

From anyone, uh... anyone in particular?

What is this, a cross-examination?

Okay, you win. I guess it

isn't any of my business.

Good night.

Good night.

Hey!

Hey, wait a minute.

It's early.

How, uh... how's the

coffee situation in your house?

No complaints yet.

Well, you might fix me a cup.

I'd love to.

Fine.

How about the time?

Oh, Steve.

Yeah?

There's nobody in there.

Morning, Steve.

Hi.

Seen the papers?

Yeah.

Ah, they're crucifying us, all of them.

I know.

In a way, you can't blame them.

I still say we've got convictions on a

lot less evidence than

we had against Richards.

Well, that doesn't get us off the hook.

Well, it's not going to

till we find the murderer.

Maybe we've done that already.

What are you talking about?

Born Richards.

Keep talking.

Well, let's put it this way.

Warren definitely

couldn't have killed her himself.

He had an air-tight alibi.

But that doesn't rule out the

possibility of an accomplice.

And all the evidence

points the other way.

Well, down to the bare essentials.

All we've got are his

fingerprints and the murder weapons.

Plus the paracontest.

Yeah, I was coming to that.

There were six empties in that gun.

We were only able to account

for four slugs in the house.

What happened to the other two?

You tell us.

I think Warren Richards fired those two

shots into the hills when he returned to

the house at least an hour

and a half after the murder.

In other words, he deliberately

incriminated himself.

Figuring he had an air-tight alibi he

could bring out any time

after the trial got underway.

Double the Jeffrey.

A perfect setup, isn't you, right?

It's just a hunch.

But I tossed it at him

last night during the party.

What happened?

Our friend Warren made a

quick date with another blackout.

We can't do a thing to him.

As far as the law is

concerned, he's a free man.

For keeps.

Yeah, but he's still tied up with whoever

actually did the killing.

It's bound to be a payoff sometimes.

Come on, Pete.

We're starting to scratch.