All language subtitles for The Lucky Stiff (1949)

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Excuse me, would you know if Miss Haddy

Hatfield has arrived?

When Miss Hatfield

arrives, everybody knows.

Coming now.

[Phone ringing]

[Phone ringing]

[Phone ringing] [Phone ringing] [Phone ringing]

[Phone ringing]

[Phone ringing]

Hello, Haddy. Am I

rich in beautiful paper?

Uh, Johnny.

For the first time in

your life, your own time.

It was nice of you to ask me, Haddy.

Come along.

[Footsteps]

Act!

Start the car,

Charles. Yes, Miss Hatfield.

And Charles.

No scratches, or I'll skin you alive.

Yes, Miss. Come on, Johnny.

[Music] [Knocking]

[Knocking]

Ah, it's all right.

[Knocking]

Under it. Have you had the old again?

[Knocking]

Yes, Miss Hatfield.

How rude. You tell the boys

to stop that inferno bracket.

We've got to talk.

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What you got?

Oh, a little something I

picked up in the taxidermy shop.

I'm cleared to have one for you.

Oh, it's lovely.

You know something?

You're not as smart as your father,

but you're just as sweet.

How does it look?

Terrible. Good.

I'll put it on my new bonnet.

Well, Haddy,

what's on your mind

besides that awful hat?

Well, if you'll put out that smudge pot,

I'll tell you.

Malone, for twenty years,

I've been buying my

groceries from Peter Kubinski's

delicatessen on twenty-eighths.

The other day, I went by

to buy my kind of borscht.

And he's practically doubled the price of

everything in his store.

Oh, hold on. I had a good price.

You hold on. I haven't finished.

I asked Peter why he

had to up his prices.

He wouldn't tell me. He was afraid.

Finally, I got the load-out.

He had to raise the prices.

Because of the money, he was

paying to a gang of hoolans

for the privilege of staying in business.

But they were going to smash his store.

They even threatened his family.

I know, Haddy. I know.

Every merchant in town is

faced with the same thing.

It's this stinking situation.

They call it the Protection Racket.

You pay or else.

Else, nothing.

I want you to bust this racket.

Peter's a good man.

I don't want him intimidated.

Well, now, Haddy, it's...

Now, just a moment, Junior.

You know your father

never argued with me.

He knew better.

As my lawyer, I expect you to attend to

this matter at once.

Well, when my one and only

paying client puts it that way,

I dare not refuse, my sweet.

All right, come along. I'll

drive you back to the office.

All right.

You sure you got enough

juice in that mixmaster of yours?

I'm chock full of oats.

Just had my batteries charged.

Okay, let's go.

Don't spare the curtain.

All right, now, boys. Go ahead.

Make all the noise you want.

All the noise.

Case upstate versus Lily

White, Court of Appeals, 1938.

Judge Seeling handed down

the following decision to wit.

A bride has the right to expect her

husband to spend the

wedding night with her

instead of his in-laws.

Remember that, you boys.

Copy that with you, Bernie?

John J. Malone's offices.

Oh, boss, it's you.

I was about to check the morgue.

It's almost finished.

Mack and Bernie stayed and helped.

In case you're interested, your office is

full of clients to you, Miss Malone.

Yeah, Franz Herman was

picked up on a burglary wrap.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, and Doc Wirtz is waiting, too.

I don't know, something about the illegal

possession of a body.

Well, I don't know who's.

All I know is it's dead.

Yeah, Doc was caught trying to

sell it to a medical college.

Uh-huh.

All right, I'll tell him.

That boss, I hear music. Where are you?

In heaven, Maggie.

Listen, then you'll hear the angels sing.

(Music)

Loneliness

I've had my share of loneliness

How can I bear this loneliness?

This is too much for me

Oh, what to do?

I carry such a torch for you

Have I the strength to see me through

This awful loneliness?

Why should I weep, lose any sleep?

Why don't I have all

the dates I can keep?

Am I a fool? Yes, I'm a fool

Not even fools fall in love

Your caress is all I crave and so I guess

I'll have to face it more or less

This awful loneliness

That was the head angel you heard,

Maggie. She's out of this world.

Angels usually are. I take it you're at

the casino club again.

What's the matter? You're losing your

grip? This makes five nights running.

Last thing that affects you right there

like good whiskey should be eight.

You know, there's a sort of a spiritual

quality about Miss St. Clair.

Maggie makes me think this time's going

to be the real thing.

Oh, you got to see her to

know what I mean, Maggie.

I tell you, bring me

$1,500 in the clean shirt.

The clean shirt I can

provide with the $1,500?

Well, it ought to be in

the safe. Take a look.

Oh, come now, boss. You know there hasn't

been any money in that safe for years.

All right. All right. I'll look.

Now he's imagining

there's money in this safe.

Sometimes I wonder if

he's still on my whiskey.

I double you. I read double your double.

And I read double your...

Don't you want to read double her?

He can't. He's the dummy. Hi, Maggie.

Hi, Galphin.

"I'm a

Guess again, boss.

Well, it's got to be there someplace.

How do you have to do pay to me last

Christmas for winning that

property tax suit at her?

I got it. Look in the Azalea plant. You

know, that card envelope.

Okay. Hold on to like crispy Azalea.

And they say money doesn't

grow on trees. They're crazy.

Well, first case, am I?

Yeah. This would be a dilly one.

Boss, it was there. Well,

I never said I doubted you.

You used gay lingerie shop.

All right. All right. I'll be right down.

And, boss, that lemon

chiffon negligee just came.

Size 16? A Senate bag, Maggie.

Miss Sandowski went on

tour with a wrestling act.

Changed it for a size

about 12 in smoke gray.

Of course, boss, I don't want to say

anything, but only one girl in the

million looks well in gray.

Only one in ten million,

Maggie. Hurry up, now, will you?

Honey, you please tell

Eddie Britt I'd like to see him.

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Hello, my love. Hello, Britt.

The girl said you wanted

to see me. Yeah. Good hour.

How about an extra

floorship? You like it that well?

Why should I weep? Why seven?

Why don't I have all the days I can be?

Am I? I feel pretty good.

Not pretty, Britt. Beautiful.

Beautiful person adds to the outer

graces, the charm of

spiritual loveliness.

Do I make myself clear? Yeah.

You've got a yen for the day.

More shows are expensive. That'll set you

back in the neighborhood of grand.

I like the name of it, Britt. I'll ask

Jim Chilerson. He's the boss.

Jim, do you want to know why Malone has

been hanging around for a week?

Anna Marie. That's why we have her here,

to attract the customers.

He wants her to do an extra show. That's

okay, too, providing he puts the bill.

This Malone has a way with

women, both on and off juries.

I'm not worried. I know Anna Marie and I

trust her. Go ahead.

Please, there do as you're told. I'm

sorry, Mrs. Charlies,

but I have my orders.

I don't care how many orders you have. I

came here to see Mr.

Charlies and I intend to see him.

Why, Auntie, you're out of

bounds. I'll see you later.

You'll see me now. Should we go to your

office, or would you like

me to broadcast from here?

Go to my office.

I think you're part of it, Auntie.

I'm looking for one of your

permanent guests. Mr. Malone?

Oh, Mr. Malone, yes, of

course. This way, with that police.

Do you look swell?

Well, thanks.

Your man isn't buried a week.

Maggie, stop getting personal. Where's the money? In the briefcase with your clean shirt. Oh, come here. Sit down. Order

yourself some. Well achieved.

You know something, Maggie?

Shyness. That's the

secret of your great charm.

Come along.

Shylor said it was okay. Oh, fine. Can I have a drink? No, I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. Come along. Shylor said it was okay.

Oh, fine.

Convey my compliments to Miss St. Clair.

Ask her if she'll join me for a bite of

supper before she does

the extra show, will you?

I'll ask her, Malone, providing it's all

right with Shylor's course.

Of course.

Tell her to make in

about ten minutes, will you?

And, Britt, see if there's anything

special she likes in

the way of food, you know.

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Jan, Jame, along. Can't wait. Better see

what the boss wants first.

Does he know this

character wants to meet me?

Yeah, it's okay with Jim. He trusts you.

Be with you in a minute.

Eddie.

Later.

Okay, let's go find out

what's on this guy's mind.

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Hey, Tell Lwani's getting

careless with the cuffs, Maggie.

Thanks, darling.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

Sometimes.

And, uh, this isn't one of those times.

Well, Mr. Malone, it's nice seeing you.

Don't go, Maggie. I want you to meet her.

Anna Marie St. Clair, Mr. Malone.

Mr. Malone, Anna Marie St. Clair.

How do you do?

I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Malone.

I've heard so much about you.

Oh, really?

Well, you mustn't

believe everything you hear.

Oh, may I present my secretary and Miss

Seton, Miss St. Clair?

How do you do?

Mr. Britt and Miss Seton.

Whenever the famous Mr. Malone does Star

Club Five Nights in a Row,

we never know whether to

be flattered or frightened.

Well, I assure you, my presence here

tonight is purely social.

Won't you sit down?

I'm sorry. I have to see

Mr. Charles for a moment.

See what I mean, Maggie?

Yeah, I get the, uh,

spiritual quality, all right.

Any special member you'd like her to do?

No, no, the same one I do very nicely.

Come on, Maggie, sit down.

You know, boss, I

think I'll run a long road.

Oh, don't be silly, Maggie.

Come on, sit down. No more than Mary.

[screaming]

Van Brien.

Van Brien, she must

have killed Jim Charles.

Her doctor's here.

[crowd chattering]

I got here as soon as I could, honey.

There was a traffic jam on 13th Street.

Don't you worry.

Everything will be all right.

My name's John J. Malone.

I know. You again?

Hello, Van Flanagan.

What's she booked for?

Suspicion of murder.

Mr. Malone, would you please let me--

Would you please let me do the talking?

That's what a lawyer is for.

Now, don't worry. I'll have

a rip and get you out of here

before the ink's dry on

the sergeant's booking pad.

That's what you think.

You're wasting your time, Malone.

She has a lawyer. Meaning you, Connelly?

Right. Friend of yours, Anna Marie?

I met him for the first time tonight.

Then why don't you stick

in your nose in this for?

Well, I'm a great admirer of Anna Marie,

professionally speaking, of course.

I thought she might

need a little legal advice.

When I need any advice,

Mr. Malone, I'll ask for it.

You go out the same way you came in.

Good night, Malone.

Good night, Lieutenant.

I still think you'd look

awfully good and smoke great.

Good night.

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Who's got a nickel?

I haven't.

Thank you.

Well, Jaren, don't

forget where you got it.

Here, Nick.

Thanks for trusting me. Look at this.

Holy Toledo! One of the bosses seen that.

Oh, I hope not.

I know how I feel if I was

carrying it too much for a dame

about the walk the last mile.

Oh, shut up.

Honestly, you two sound

like a couple of goth of...

I see.

[footsteps]

Good morning, lady.

It's afternoon, but

good morning anyway for us.

Hi, fellas.

Hi, boys.

Hi, boss.

What's the matter?

You like it?

Like it?

The dress.

Oh, the dress.

I knew there was something.

That's very nice.

I was afraid you

wouldn't like smoke gray on me.

Well, Maggie, now

that you've mentioned it,

it does wash you out a little.

You know, not one girl

in a million looks...

I mean, not one girl in ten million...

looks good in gray.

[footsteps]

[footsteps] [footsteps]

[footsteps]

- Go out of business.

- You mean close up?

- Uh-uh.

Fell a place to me.

I'll give you 50 cents for it.

- Oh, please, Malone.

Now is no time for making jokes.

- I'm not joking, Joe.

Tonight when those mugs

come around to collect,

they'll have to talk to me.

That's the chance I've been waiting for.

- Oh.

Oh, I get it.

You are a smart lawyer, Malone.

Okay.

I sell you my whole bar for 50 cents.

- Of course, next week I'll sell it back

to you for 40 cents.

Take the loss off from the income tax.

- That's a good one.

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- The DA's on the phone.

Send the surgeons.

- Yeah, Logan.

Just now?

Of course I'll come.

Right away.

The DA wants me in

the receiving hospital.

Get me a cab, will you, Maggie?

Hey, Malone, I have our

new hearse downstairs.

I can give you a real fast ride.

I've always wanted to ride in the hearse

while I could still appreciate it.

Let's go.

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Hey, Malone.

All of my life I want to go through the

red lights without getting the kids.

[laughter]

Another intersection like that last one

will both be riding in

the back end of this thing.

[laughter]

Hey, Malone, more red lights, watch it.

Whee!

Oh, it's plenty fun at

this time of the day.

Lots of traffic, yeah!

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Hey, who's the mug on the table?

Search me.

He staggered in here with

a .45 slug in his belly.

That's the DA in there with Malone now.

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Oh, he kicked off.

Here's where we go to work again.

[footsteps]

Look, Malone, it's too great a race.

Don't know what I'm doing.

Get going.

Is that a friend of yours, Malone?

Well, how do you snore

when I was a kid in school?

Throw them the drainage canal once for

pulling the wings off flies.

Name's Malloy.

Yeah, well, come on, Joe.

I got to hold the wake.

[thunder]

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Three minutes, but

where did they change it?

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Easy, Joe.

Remember, you're working for me.

Paper?

Paper?

Early morning edition.

Johnny Jersey wins lightweight titles.

Anna-Marie St. Clair

dies in electric chair.

Paper?

Here's that.

Paper?

Paper?

Paper, you.

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There you are.

Thanks.

Everybody, be all about it.

Every morning edition.

That gent was the unavoidable and

regrettable

termination of one sweet fish.

Yeah.

One sweet potato fish.

Too bad.

So, things should not

have get mixed up with--

Need I warn you to keep

your enormously fat traps shut?

[music]

Look, botho, we informed you of our

impending visit at closing time.

Did we not?

Sure.

It's okay by me.

I don't own this place no more.

I just work here.

Are you infaring that some other monkey

is running this joint now?

Hymnly.

Don't bother him now.

He's holding a weight

for that girl there.

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Ghost.

Do you believe in ghosts?

[laughs]

There's no such thing as ghosts.

You know that's along.

You mean you don't believe that people go

on living after death?

Look, along.

When you're dead, you're dead.

You're through.

Washed up.

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Look.

What's the matter, Tony?

It's St. Clendy.

You're saying things.

It is. It's hurt.

It's hurt to see Clendy.

Hey, Marie, Daddy,

there's so here in the paper.

Look at that.

No, I tell you, I just saw it right

outside that window.

How?

How it couldn't be.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

Look, Malone.

Malone.

Malone, where are you?

Malone, don't leave me.

Okay.

Now, will somebody please

tell me what this is all about?

You tell her.

This is your brain, Mr. Owen.

Miss St. Clair, you were

slightly better than wonderful.

In fact, you were terrific.

You had that lightning time perfectly.

I didn't time anything.

All I did was get out of the car like Mr.

Logan here told me to do

and knock on the window three times.

The effect was sensational.

Well, I didn't feel sensational.

I felt silly.

I don't know what kind of a Halloween

prank you fellas are up to,

but you'll have to find

yourself another playmate.

I'm going home and washed six months of

prison dirt out of my pool.

Tell you to drive it, Mr. Logan.

Well, what are you waiting for?

You've got the ball.

Run with it.

Miss St. Clair, you can't go home.

Why can't I?

You're dead.

Dead? Am I?

I don't feel dead.

I feel hungry.

Driver, take me to 25--

Wait, Miss St. Clair.

I meant what I said.

You can't go home.

And for the last time, Miss Malone,

because why can't I go home?

Because you're a ghost.

The ghost of Anna-Marie St. Clair,

a beautiful showgirl who went to the

electric chair tonight.

And ghosts don't have homes.

You're full of Irish wisdom.

Am I?

Here.

Read that.

President threatens meat control.

No, no, no. Here.

Night club singer goes to cheer.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

What if they couldn't

think they wouldn't dare?

Please have no right to

print a story like that.

I'll sue.

I'll sue the warts. I'll sue the state.

Now, Anna-Marie, it was all done with the

governor's permission.

Then I'll sue the governor.

And what's more, I'll sue you.

Where were you when

all this was going on?

You got there in time to tell the press

that I'd been exonerated?

Now, listen, Miss St. Clair.

No, you listen to me.

I might have known you

were mixed up in this thing.

Ever since the first night

you came to the casino club,

I knew you had something on your mind.

I still have.

Just what are you getting at?

Well, when Malloy kicked off,

he was just about to tell us who hired

him to kill Childers

and make it look like you did it.

He didn't get that far.

You did say something

about the protection racket.

You've heard of that, I suppose.

Vaguely, but I don't see it.

It all boils down to this.

When we do find out who

hired Malloy to kill Childers,

we've got a hunch we'll find out who's

running the protection racket.

No, no, it was you who

got the hunch, Malloy.

Well, what's all this got to do with me?

You were pretty close to

Jim Childers, weren't you?

Well...

Stands the reason

whoever wanted Childers killed

wanted you out of the way, too.

That's why they pinned the rat on you.

I see.

The moment you stick your head out,

they'll take a potshot at you.

Believe me, you won't look

so beautiful on a marble slab

with your lovely skin all

messed up with 38 slugs.

The idea doesn't appeal to me at all.

Then you will play ball with it?

You mean will I play ghost?

Yeah.

You know, the more I think of the idea,

the better I like it.

There are quite a few people that I'd

like to haunt on my own account.

In the meantime, any idea

where you'll hide this ghost?

I have a client who's

obliged me on several occasions.

She's an eccentric old gal,

likes to play cops and robbers.

I have an idea she'll enjoy hosting a

nice, respectable ghost for a change.

Gee, I'm awfully glad

you got here, Malone.

These gentlemen have

been waiting for you.

Yeah.

I have a feeling I've seen

your ugly mugs before, some place.

Must have been a bad dream.

I got it.

The numbers rack it.

Why did you guys get out of stir?

You can dispense with the evasive

conversation, Mr. Malone.

We're here to talk business.

What kind of business?

Insurance business.

You need insurance if you want to make

this dumb commercial remutal effort.

I see.

May I ask what company

you gentlemen represent?

The Mutual Protective Association.

You pay us and we protect

you, and that makes it mutual.

I see.

Seems I've heard of the company, but for

the moment the names of

the officers escaped me.

I might be willing to invest in a few

shares of stock if I knew

who was running the outfit.

You're being indescribably

cagey, ain't you, Mr. Malone?

Not at all.

But quite frankly, I'd like to know one

good reason why I need

protection insurance.

Now, no, not my beautiful mirror.

I'd tell you fellas to

pieces with my own bare hands.

Want some more fat boy?

No.

Take it easy, Joe.

We'll get back the price of the mirror if

we have to take it out

of these guys' hides.

Now look, you...

Sit down, you're ready to talk business.

Malone, please, for

my sake, talk business.

You think I'd pay

tribute to these hoodlums?

Not on your life.

Sit down, on.

No.

No, you can't do that to me.

My beautiful upholstered with the

stuffing's coming out like life's blood.

Malone, please talk business.

Don't be silly, Joe.

There's a matter of principle involved.

Yes, it's your principle,

but this is my business.

Start talking while

I've still got a business.

Now, I'll worry, Joe.

I know how to handle these mugs.

Now look, you can't intimidate me, so you

might as well cut out the rough stuff.

Malone, please talk business.

Never, Joe.

I'm surprised the Duke was suggesting it.

Give me the police station.

Look, Willie, no hands.

Come on, Joe.

You'll see, they have a water party.

Now you lads think it over.

We'll be back in a couple of days.

Hey, Malone.

No, I'm sorry you haven't

been to me yet this morning.

I mean, this afternoon.

Law, this is John J. Malone.

Who?

Just a moment.

I'll see if I can catch him.

Who?

Who is it?

Eddie Britt.

You caught me.

Hold on.

He'll be right there.

Rick?

Yeah.

What can I do for you?

What's this wild story about something

that happened at Joe the

Angel's bar last night?

You were there, Malone.

Would you say, Eileen?

Yeah, I was kind of high.

I don't remember much, but it was a girl.

Yeah, darn pretty girl.

In fact, if I didn't know better, I'd say

it was Anna-Marie St. Clair.

A girl just to work

for you, you remember?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Thanks a lot, Malone.

All right, Britt.

Call me anytime.

What did Britt want?

Oh, not much.

No, thanks.

I've had my lunch.

What did you see at Joe's last night?

Oh, so you were eavesdropping.

Well, if I don't know what's going on

around here, how can I

answer a telephone intelligently?

Look, give me my mail

and go away, will you?

Not until you tell me what

you saw at Joe's last night.

All right, Maggie, I'll tell you.

A ghost.

The ghost of Anna-Marie St. Clair.

Boy, you must have been high.

I'll fix your picnic.

Mrs. Hatfield will see you, Mr. Malone.

Send her in, Bernie.

Get out the red carpet, Maggie.

You can go right in, Mrs. Hatfield.

Tell me, Ann Hattie.

Glad to see you.

But knowing you were coming,

I'd have put out my cutaway.

Sit down. Make yourself comfortable.

How about a little sniffery?

Nice. Nice to see you

looking so well, Mrs. Hatfield.

Here.

In fact, you're looking so

well, I hardly recognize you.

Ah!

Maggie!

I never had as much fun when I was alive.

Is that right now, Maggie?

You see, she wasn't a ghost at all.

Well, all right, but

I'll never forgive you.

Run along now, will you?

Mrs. St. Clair and I have

some business to talk over.

She's been saying that for 11 years.

But she always does.

Does what?

Forgive me.

The answer is simple.

She's in love with you.

Maggie! In love with me?

That's ridiculous.

For what other reason would

an attractive girl like her

be hanging around a

smelly old place like this?

Because she likes her job, of course.

Malone, you are nice.

Come here.

Uh-uh. This is a law office.

I have a lot of

questions I've got to ask you.

Go ahead. You're the doctor.

No, the lawyer. There's a difference.

Who would like you out of the way?

I wish to heavens I could

get my hands on the right one.

Well, let's take them in order.

Now, who's first on the

list of those that most likely

wouldn't want you out of the way?

Well...

Isn't this child as...

Why?

Because of her husband's attention to me.

That sounds reasonable.

Go on.

Then there's...

Big Jim Child as himself.

But he loved you.

I wasn't in love with him alone.

I see.

Who else?

Millie Dale, my understudy.

She doesn't strike me as a killer type.

She wanted my spot in the show.

Okay. Who else?

The rest were all just wild guesses.

Mr. Malone.

Maggie, please, can't you see I'm busy?

I'm sorry. Mrs. Childers is

outside getting impatient.

Mrs. Childers?

Well, looks like our little ghost

business has begun to pay off.

She's got something on her mind.

She smoked half my pack of cigarettes.

Oh, charge at

operational expense, Maggie.

You've got to get out of here.

What Mrs. Childers has to say may have an

important bearing on you.

You can go out through this back office.

I keep it for emergency exit, so I guess

you can get a cab out front.

I don't need a cab.

I've got Hattie's electric.

It's wonderful. I can go

anywhere. Nobody gives me a tumble.

Yeah, well, you go right to

Hattie's and stay out of sight.

After dark, we'll go to your apartment

and get you clothes.

Get into those duds, and for heaven's

sake, keep your legs covered.

All right, Maggie. Show her it.

Won't you come in?

Mrs. Childers, Mrs. Malone.

Delighted to meet you, Mrs. Childers.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Cigarette?

Yeah, thank you.

I hope it isn't too late for me to express my sympathies with you.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Hope it isn't too late for me to express

my sympathies, Mrs. Childers.

Not too late, but a waste of time, I'm

afraid. I'm in a hurry.

Oh, well, in that case,

let's get down to business.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to engage your services, Mr.

Malone. Exclusively.

Well, I'm afraid you'll have to be a

little more explicit, Mrs. Childers.

I read in the paper that the body of Anna

Marie St. Clair is being sent to

relatives on the coast.

Yes?

I want you to go out

there. Contact those relatives.

Find out if they need financial

assistance. Understand?

Yes, I understand.

May I ask what prompts this offer?

I never quite believed the girl guilty of

shooting my husband.

In spite of the

evidence produced at the trial.

Why don't you go to Jesse

Conway, the girl's lawyer?

I phoned his office.

I was told Mr. Conway's out of town.

Excuse me.

Yes, Jesse Conway's on the

phone. Do you want to take it?

Yes.

Excuse me. Hello.

Oh, hello there. No, no, never too busy

to talk to a fellow tradesman.

What's that?

Bumped into Harv

Reeves this morning, Malone.

You know Harv. Welsh and superstitious.

He was at Joe the Angel's bar last night.

Said he saw you there, too.

When a ghost or

whatever you call it appeared.

Look, Malone. Harv swears he saw it kind

of misty-like outside

the window in the store.

Yeah, it was kind of misty.

You can see right through her.

Yeah, then she disappeared into thin air,

just like cigar smoke.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, yeah, I understand.

Much obliged, Malone.

A friend of mine says there's a rumor

going around that the ghost of Annamarie

St. Clair appeared last night.

There was something about

it in the paper this morning.

Of course, I don't

believe in ghosts myself.

I didn't either until I saw this one. It was there, all right. Beautiful and real as life.

But back to your problem, Mrs. Childers.

Are you sure I'm the right man?

I'm more convinced now

than ever, Mr. Malone.

However, I would insist that you lay

aside all of your other cases and handle

this one exclusively.

What's the problem, Lissops? A thousand

dollars enough for the retainer?

I... I'm afraid I couldn't accept the retainer. I... I'm afraid I couldn't accept the

retainer right now. Later, perhaps.

Yes, Miss Seaton.

A von Flanagan of homicide

forced to see you right away.

Oh, that horrible man. He bullied me all

through the trial. I'd

rather not meet him again.

Go on, Miss.

Here, take this. And remember, I don't

care how much it costs.

I'm afraid I'll have to

think it over, Miss Childers.

Now look what you've done.

Well, I... When are you so rich you can

turn on a retainer feed?

I wasn't a retainer. That was a bribe.

Somebody's coming.

Close the door.

Who's please?

I did. I... I called mouse. It... It went

under... Under there

under that safe I think.

Here?

Uh-huh.

What are you trying to

do? Spoil everything?

Well, I was excited to know you were

gonna bring her out here.

Come on, get into those things and get

out of here, will you? Before someone

comes in, you get us all in trouble.

Okay, you hear hoe-wet from me. Oh,

you... You look good on me.

I'll be here someplace. I saw it.

Thank heavens she's gone. Of all the...

What do you mean, she?

Yeah, a mouse is usually referred to in

the masculine gender.

Mouse?

The mouse I saw when I screamed.

Oh, that mouse. You can come down now.

I threw a mouse.

He is probably one of those

trader mice, you know, that...

They always leave something

in exchange for what they take.

Sit down with them. Take the

weight off your suspenders.

Have a cigar?

Thanks.

Uh, I've given up cigars.

What? Oh. We furnished the cigars and the

light, but you have to

bite the end off yourself.

Why do you keep looking at that door all

the time for them, Malone?

If I saw any noise, probably nothing.

Nothing don't make noises, Malone.

You're up there,

something. My psychology tells me.

98, 99, high, Lieutenant.

100.

1, 2...

Okay, so you had somebody stashed in the

other office. What's up, Malone?

You're too quick for me,

Lieutenant. I got to confess.

All right. Give it to me.

It was just one of my clients who provided me with the money. I'm not going to give up on it. I'm not going to give up on it. I'm not going to give up on it. It was just one of my clients who

preferred not to meet you

at this particular time.

You never have any consideration for the

Homicide Squad, do you?

You go clear on your

way to make a tougher us.

No, I wouldn't say that, Lieutenant.

No? What about last night?

Give it to me straight, Malone.

What did you see in Joe the Angel's Bar?

Yeah.

Well, I'll put him on.

Your office, Lieutenant.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Say that again.

Were you able to trace a call?

Let me know if anything

further comes in on it.

There you are. That's what I mean.

Everybody goes clear on

their way to make a tougher me.

Never any nice, clean-cut little murder.

Everything's got to be all fouled up.

And on top of everything

else, the guy has to ask for you.

Why? That's what I

want to know, Malone. Why?

Maybe if I knew what you were talking

about, I could tell you.

Five minutes ago, my office got a phone

call from a guy saying, quote,

"I'm being murdered."

Call Malone. Tell Anna Marie.

Unquote.

Then a shock and silence.

No name, no place, no

nothing. Just silence.

And no way to trace a call on

a kind of a ton of dial system.

Who was it, Malone?

How would I know?

He said call Malone.

He also said tell Anna

Marie. She's dead. So what?

Maybe it's a rib.

Think so?

Hey.

Here's where my

psychology comes in handy.

A guy calls up the

police, yelling for help. Why?

Well, pardon me.

Anybody likes to be murdered.

Don't be funny. I've got

to get back to my office.

If I find out you know anything about

this burden, don't tell me.

I'll toss you in a can

for obstructing justice.

Look, Lieutenant, I haven't the faintest

idea who it was, but

I'll promise you this.

If I find this corpse,

I'll give you a ring.

Okay.

Lieutenant, pull those shades with you.

The light's kind of bright in here.

Yep. [music]

You better stay here, Maggie.

If anybody comes around, ring that bell

twice with a warning.

War should be enough to raise the dance.

That's me, pal.

[music]

This is my apartment.

[music]

Who's that upstairs?

Jim Charles.

Yeah?

He used it for business meetings.

Sometimes as a hideout.

Hideout? Who was Jim afraid of?

Out of town racketeers and such.

You've got to be awful careful when you

mix up in things like Jim's.

Plenty of people didn't like him.

I can understand that.

His apartment was identical with mine.

Even the furnishings were the same.

[music] We'll have to break

in. I haven't got a key.

You don't break in a ghost's apartment.

You use a skeleton key.

Joe.

[music]

Wait a minute.

[music]

Fight the table, man.

[music]

Jesse Conley.

He's the one that

phoned Von Flanagan for help.

You're going to report him?

After we get ready to leave, go pack what

you need and let's get out of here.

[music]

[music]

[music]

[phone ringing]

[music]

[music]

[music]

Maggie.

Oh, my knee.

Never mind your knee. What

happened? You rang the bell.

Well, sure, of course.

Didn't you see him?

A man in a tan overcoat.

As glass as he can.

He might be upstairs.

What's he for?

Oh, boy.

Here, Maggie, sit over here.

Where's Whozy?

She's in the bedroom,

getting her things together.

I'll go see if she's ready.

Oh.

Oh, Maggie, will you stop simpering?

I'm not simpering. You mean wimpering.

What's the difference?

There's a lot of difference,

and you as a lawyer should know.

A simper is a silly smirk,

and a whimper is a blow whinny.

Oh, well, simper, whippo,

whatever it is. Stop it.

You about ready? We

got to get out of here.

Yeah, I'm ready.

Hey, we have got a visitor upstairs.

Here he comes.

Here, run it.

You get over here.

Now, look.

If he opens the door, flash

it, turn it off, and duck.

Okay.

Duck, Maggie.

Anna Marie, you all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Does anybody care who I am?

[screaming]

I just need to...

Oh, no.

All right, Maggie.

Just Conley. You

can't hurt you. He's dead.

Who killed him?

I wish I knew.

Look, you get on the phone, calls on

planning it at homicide.

Report Conley. I'm going to

have a look around upstairs.

And don't forget you're a ghost.

Hello, operator.

Give me the police

department, please, homicide bureau.

I want to report a murder.

It's funny, you ought to try it sometime.

No, thanks. I'll stay

alive if you don't mind.

Hello. May I speak to

Lieutenant Von Flanagan?

Listen, you'll hear him blow his topper.

Hello, Lieutenant Von Flanagan?

Yeah, this is Von Flanagan.

Who?

This is Anna Marie St. Claire.

Don't you recognize my voice?

I want to report a murder.

A murder? Who was murdered?

Jesse Conway.

He called the police right before he was

killed, and he said,

"I'm being murdered."

How do you know?

How do I know?

Because he just told me, Lieutenant.

Don't forget, I'm dead too.

You'd better hurry right over.

46625th Street, Apartment A.

That's right. Good night.

I'll be seeing you.

I'd give anything to

see his face right now.

She said she'd be seeing me.

And she's dead.

Take it easy, Lieutenant.

Let's get out of here. This

place gives me the creeps.

Wait a minute, Maggie. I've

got a couple of questions.

What is Von Flanagan

going to have to say?

He didn't say. He choked.

Yes, but what was child

here is hiding upstairs.

It was so important.

The place is ransacked.

Even the rugs are torn up.

Well, I don't know unless...

Unless what?

Well, he had a hiding place with some

very important papers.

You know where it is up there?

It isn't up there. It's here.

That's funny.

He kept certain things up there, and

there are only these two sheets of paper.

Dear Anna Marie, I want you to know...

It's all there.

Dear Anna Marie, I must tell

you before it's too late...

Sounds like he was trying to warn you.

Maybe that warning had something to do

with Mr. Tan overcoast.

Couldn't find what he was looking for

upstairs, so he decided to try down here.

Question is, what was he looking for?

We don't have time to decide that in jail

if we don't get out of

here before the police arrive.

Absolutely right, Maggie.

You're absolutely right.

Come on, girls.

Well, who's next?

Number three on the list of people who'd

like to see you out of the way.

One Millie Dale.

I suppose you figured a way to get this

ghost into the club.

No, but I figured a way to get Millie

Dale out of the club.

Well, see that that gets Millie Dale,

well, it's a matter of

life and death. Mostly death.

She's just as good as got it right now.

[music]

Hey, boss. What made you

sign Brick's name to that note?

It was Anna Marie's idea.

Is he going to work?

There she is now.

Eddie? Eddie?

Eddie, what's the gag?

It was you who betrayed me, Millie. You.

[screaming]

That crazy horse is running away.

Of course you've got to stop him.

No sooner said than that.

[music]

No, no, the other way.

[music]

Oh, driver! Daddy, driver!

[music]

Oh, I can't just beat this peanut roast

drop he's gaining on.

It's open now. Hey, get away, kids.

Go on, get away. Get out of there.

[music]

He's back.

[music]

I think we're gaining,

Maggie. We'll catch him yet.

We're going to send a wire.

[music]

Whoa! Hey! Whoa!

Oh, boy.

Boy. Thank you.

You see, I'm a little scared of Maggie.

You see her?

You know, I didn't know

it rained in Los Angeles.

For the girl's life and

jeopardy, you make jokes.

Jokes when it rained in Los Angeles.

What do you suppose

that fool horse went for?

Nothing now, boy.

But I think it could be a car.

Oh, get a damn thing, now!

Grab him, Maggie, grab him.

You can't grab him.

[music]

Whoa! Oh, God. Get out of the way.

No, no, no, no. The other way.

[music]

Here, here.

Get your hands off that, Maggie.

Wait, wait, wait.

Maggie, will you get your--

Look out!

Now, here comes the car.

You're a lawyer. Let

me get out of this one.

Oh. Well, thank you, Miss Hatfield.

That's all he wanted to know.

Oh, yes, of course

we'll bring your car back.

Good night.

That, uh, that certain

party got home all right.

The, um, horse went into

a stable on 14th Street.

She's in bed.

The horse?

You're a dream girl.

Oh, well, Maggie, pay

the sergeant 25 bucks

and we'll all go to bed, huh?

Hey, isn't there old friend Von Flanagan?

Well, aren't you a feet lieutenant?

Waiting for the super sleuth.

Thought you might drop her on.

Oh, psychology, huh?

Yeah.

I thought you might like to

know that the guy that called up

and said I'm being

murdered was Jesse Conway.

No.

How did you find out?

Some dame called up the office.

Said it was Annamarie herself.

That's a laugh, right?

Well, anyway, she said I could find a

body in her apartment.

And did you?

No.

But we found a blood stain on a carpet

where a body could have been

and I dug a 38 out of the woodwork.

You wouldn't know where I could find a

corpse to fit Conway's description,

would you, Malone?

Von Flanagan?

On my word of honor.

If he wasn't in that

apartment, I don't know where he is.

I ain't saying you didn't, Malone.

And on the other hand, I

ain't saying you didn't.

I'm only saying if you

didn't, do you know who did?

And if you did, did what?

Move a body.

If I ever catch you pulling that one,

I'll throw the book at you.

Good night.

Good night, Lieutenant.

Night, Lieutenant.

Hey, I wonder who did move that body.

Yes, they did.

Why didn't they?

I don't care who did,

why they did, if they...

Now you've got me didding it.

All I know is after 12

and I want to go home.

After 12 hits tomorrow.

It's Anna Marie's birthday.

You know what, Maggie?

What?

I'd like to see that poor kid wake up,

surrounded by

beautiful, fragrant blossoms.

I'll bet you would.

Hey, Joe.

Where is it now, Malone?

Joe, last night you

saw the earthbound spirit

of a poor, innocent, beautiful girl

who died in the electric chair.

She has no animosity towards you,

but she does need your help.

The ghost wants my help?

That's right, Joe.

She wants flowers, lots of flowers,

carloads of flowers.

You do want to help her, don't you?

No, no, I...

I mean, yes.

Okay.

Now, where can I get

some roses and violets

and hyacinths, you

know, this time of night?

Hyacinths?

No.

Roses, violets,

and a big piece,

all in beautiful baskets

tied with big red ribbons.

Yes.

Oh, that's wonderful, Joe.

Where are they?

Over at our undertaken

parlor on West Street

between 13th and 14th.

It's like I said, they're

full of beautiful flowers

and they're only three days old.

Here, you take the key

and give the flowers to the lady ghost

with the compliments of

Joe and Rico DiAngelo.

Joe, you're a real friend.

Thanks.

I assure you, Anna-Marie St. Clair

will never forget you for this.

Come on, Maggie.

Oh, no.

Pew.

Maggie. Look at all the wonderful flowers.

I'm a little wilted to me.

So what is the sentiment that counts?

Look at it.

Success, engine house number two.

Isn't that cute?

Just, darling.

Look at this one.

I bet that cost plenty.

A what?

The sentiment that counts.

What's that?

I don't know.

I'm going to have a look at it.

You'll have a look.

I'll wait here.

What are you looking for?

Maggie, why don't you knock?

I wish--

Man in the tan overcoat.

[music playing]

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Hey, I got him, Maggie.

Hey!

Hey!

Here.

Here.

Oh, you're great.

It's me.

Get him.

Turn on the light.

Look at that.

Here.

Joe, what are you doing here?

Get off my wind and I'll tell you.

Oh, the guy in the tan overcoat.

I saw him following you,

and I came to warn you.

Yeah, yeah, he was here.

I thought I had him when I grabbed you.

Yeah!

[music playing]

Who's that?

Conway.

Conway?

Well, we just let--

Who's Conway, a friend of yours?

Miss St. Clair's lawyer.

Oh, well, what is he doing in there?

The police are looking for him.

He was murdered.

Uh-huh.

He's just murdered.

Murdered?

Well, then we got to get him out of here.

We ain't open for business yet.

What would people think

finding a dead man in a brand new,

undertaken parlor?

I'm going to call my brother, Rico.

He's going to call me. He's going to call me. He's going to call me. I'm going to call my brother, Rico.

Wait a minute, Joe.

Wait, now, Joe.

Wait a minute.

Take it easy.

I'm going to call my brother, Rico.

No, no, no.

Here, here.

Sit down.

Now, Joe, take it easy.

We got to do some thinking.

Figure this out.

They tried to sell your brother, Rico,

protection insurance to him,

and he threw him out, right?

Right, right.

So they decided to

put the pressure on him.

They plant that body here, and

they wait for him to move it.

Then they stop him.

They offered to forget the whole thing.

If he'll sign up for protection, get it?

I got it.

But I got a dead body in there.

We got to get rid of him alone.

And that's Senator Von

Planigan with a note from a friend.

He never had a friend.

Now, look, you get a hold of your

brother, Rico, right away.

Okay, Rico, you ready to talk business?

We know what you got now, Ace.

There is nothing but letting you guys

think it's in this house.

Ah, come on, Rico. Kick in.

Oh, we'll have to call the cops and tell them you're trying to get rid of a hot stiff. Look, you guys, hot or cold, there's no stiff in this house. Oh, quick. [music] Hey, give me those chloroform.

Now they'll travel quiet.

It's my brother, Rico.

Okay, wait a minute.

Looks like we missed.

There was somebody in that car.

Now, Marie, you

recognize these two hoods?

No, I don't think so.

Now, let's get them

back the undertaking part

and see if we can make them talk.

Come on.

Hey, wait a minute.

Hey, what are you doing?

Tony.

Tony.

Who's that?

Me, Louie.

Are you okay?

I don't know. I ain't looked yet.

Sure is dark.

You're under a sheet.

Under a sheet? Where are we?

In Joe's undertaking parlor.

Oh.

An undertaking parlor?

Ah!

Let's go in and see what

we can get out of them.

Better put your veil down.

Okay, hold it.

Never mind the cost now, Joe.

Want a good job, then?

Oh, don't worry, Mr. Malone.

Everything's brand

new, and my brother Rico

will do a first-class job on a couple of

second-class hoodlums.

Clubs.

Clubs.

Knife.

Knife.

Scissors.

Scissors.

Which one are we going to do first, Rico?

We'll take the little one now.

Then we'll get the big

one right after lunch.

Well, that's a good idea.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you going to do?

Same along.

At least this ain't dead yet.

That's all right. Go right ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead with what?

What are you going to do?

Embalm you, of course.

Everybody's got to be

embalmed before they get buried.

Oh.

Illegal technicality, you know.

But we're not dead. We're alive.

I never embalmed the

live men, but I'll try.

It's very simple.

First you draw off the blood.

Malone, you're a lawyer.

Stop it.

Well, I might be able to intercede

if you guys are willing to talk.

Tell me,

who's the head of the

protection racket in this town?

We can't tell you.

Did you kill Jesse Conway?

No.

Did you bring his body here?

Yeah, sure.

Who told you to bring him here?

Wait a minute, fellas. Hold everything.

What's the matter?

You really think he'll talk?

Sure, they'll talk. They

take a little while, though.

Well, I wish I could stay to

see it, but I've got to run.

I promised Hannah to get

a car back before lunch.

All right. I'll call you later.

Good luck.

Thanks.

All right.

You guys willing to talk, or do we have

to put you full of cement

and talk you in the river?

We don't dare. They'd kill us.

Who's they?

All right, boys. Better go ahead.

Okay.

Joe, what do you say we

be different this time?

First, we'll put me in bombing fluid,

and then we'll draw off the blood.

That's a good idea, Rico.

Maybe we make a new invention and get

famous like the Wright brothers.

Yeah. Come on.

Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. I'll tell you.

Get him away.

I'll talk.

Come on. Let's have it.

Go ahead.

You catch him?

The wreck it is.

The wreck it is.

Here.

It's quite a bit.

I can't help it. The suspense is awful.

I'll be there to talk soon.

Hey.

Somebody burn it.

You should forget this detective business

and go back to your law price.

I'm going to find out who's

running this protection racket.

It breaks every bone in my body.

Glad you said your body.

I told you it was in that book.

I'll let you know.

Whatever it is, it must be

contagious. You look awful.

I feel awful. I don't

need anybody to tell me.

Why not get some rest, Maggie?

I'll send out for some lunch.

Well, thank you, boss.

Hey, does the DA say what he wanted?

Well, he didn't make much sense, boss.

He said something about a train that was

getting nowhere tomorrow night

with a body that wasn't on the train,

and then he started to talk about his

neck and your neck being out.

Way to go, double-talk, Frank.

It means I've got just 24 hours to clean

up a certain matter.

Oh.

Hello.

Yeah, this is more.

Who?

Milly Dale from the casino club?

What the hell? What

can I do for you, babe?

Okay. Okay, Milly. Take it easy.

Relax. I'll be right over.

Yeah.

Hey, Maggie. Wake up.

Wake up?

We've got to go see

Milly Dale. He wants to talk.

I can't move. I'm dead.

You're dead? You've just had

a nice long nap. Think of me.

I saw her, I tell you. It wasn't anyone

made up like her. It was her.

She was sitting in a handsome cab.

She said that it was

me who had betrayed her.

I'm scared stiff, alone. What'll I do?

Tell the truth, Milly. Why should

Anna-Marie accuse you?

Were you trying to get

her spot in the show?

No, she was jealous because a certain

party was paying too

much attention to me.

Jim Childers?

No. No, he was crazy about Anna-Marie.

Even though he did have a

hunch, she was two-timing.

Sure you're not saying

that just to cover up?

Why should I?

What's so wrong with

Anna-Marie falling for another guy?

Plenty of them fell for her.

Yeah. Who was the other guy, Milly? The

one she was jealous about.

Well, there's many reasons

why I shouldn't tell you.

It may be-

No, not like that.

When you get a nice new can like this.

You're doing like that?

No. Do you understand?

Oh, yeah.

Maggie.

You know what's bothering me? That St. Clair name. No, no. Get this. I was talking to those racquet boys in

the undertaking establishment,

and the bomb blows the

place to Smithereens.

Yeah?

I was talking to Milly Dale.

She was about to give me a guy's name.

She was shot.

Now, here's what's bothering me.

Was the bomb meant for the hoods or me?

Was the bullet meant for Milly or me?

Who are they trying to get rid of?

I wouldn't know. I don't know. I don't know. What?

Situations are identical.

Identical.

Identical.

Everything I like.

A chair.

A chair.

A whole thing.

A thing.

Maggie.

I got it.

Wake up, Maggie.

Driver, I changed my mind.

46625.

Here, there.

I'm going to get you a little bit of a ride. I'm going to get you a ride. I'm going to get you a ride. I'm going to get you a ride. See what I mean, Maggie?

Of course.

Don't do that to me.

So what I was just trying to say,

this apartment is identical with

Annamarie's downstairs.

A door down there.

A door up here.

A hiding place in the door down there.

A hiding place in the door up here.

I hope.

I hope that doesn't mean a body down

there and a body up here.

Look, Maggie, what'd they tell you?

Grant Deeds and a diary.

Grant Deeds made out

to Annamarie St. Clair.

I must say the childers

took care of her, handsomely.

Maggie.

It's all there.

And a diary.

Maggie, call up the casino club and make

a reservation for tomorrow night.

We're going dancing.

Dance?

Watch me.

You're really going to take me dancing.

Oh, oh, don't do that!

You know, Maggie, you dance very well.

I think you're excellent too.

I'll have them for you again.

Oh, Maggie, don't you

think three times is enough?

What's up?

I forgot to mention, Maggie, Mrs.

Childers is joining us for dinner.

Oh, I see.

Little thing like another

woman would slip your mind.

Very sweet business, Maggie, believe me.

Good evening, Mr. Childers.

So nice of you to join us.

Good evening. Good evening.

I've been thinking about your offer. It's

occurred to me that we might combine a

little business with pleasure.

Well, this is hardly the place for a

strictly private business

conversation, is it, Mr. Malone?

No, don't mind, Maggie.

She's part of the firm.

Most of the time, I

don't even know she's around.

She should give you some idea of fatal

attraction. I have some men.

Oh, now, Maggie, no offense, then.

I'm looking for Mr. Malone.

Oh, yes, right this week.

Oh, yes.

I told the DA, why

don't we ask him to join us?

All right, I will.

Well, if it isn't old friend

Logan, are you alone, John?

Alone? Of course.

Why don't you join us?

But I was.

Now, now, John, I won't

take no for an answer.

Look, Malone, will you please tell me

what this is all about?

Mrs. Childers, this is Attorney Logan.

You know Miss Seaton.

John has consented to

join our little party.

Sit down, John.

Wait here.

We'll hand that to Eddie Britt, please.

Do you wish to take one with us?

Well, this promises to be

a very exciting evening.

No, Mr. Malone, would you mind his most

friend, Hattie Hetfield?

Why don't we ask her to join us, too?

Good idea.

Well, Hattie, nice

work, kid, right on time.

I'll make an excuse to get you away from

the table. The rest is up to you.

I know my little grandma.

So nice to see you, Hattie, darling.

Here, sit down.

I want you to meet one of my oldest and

dearest friends, Miss Hattie Hetfield.

Mrs. Childers, our eminent district

attorney, Mr. Logan.

Miss Seaton, you know, of course.

Yes, of course. How

are you, Miss Hetfield?

We haven't seen much of you lately. Where

have you been keeping yourself?

Hattie hasn't been

getting out much these days.

Oh.

Her neurotic has been bothering her.

Would you like to check your hat and cape

before the show starts?

I thought you would.

Hurry back. Now you don't want to miss

the show. It's about to start.

What a character.

Where's the check room?

Right there, Madame.

Look, where's Johnny Malone?

Right there at the

table? Where you left him?

I just got here.

Excuse me.

I'll get back so soon.

What are you doing here,

Hattie? You'll come up the show.

Police have been watching my place.

They saw Anna Marie leaving my car, so I

came here to warn you.

Don't worry. Everything's

under control. She's here.

I'll pretend like you're

coming back from the check room.

There we are.

Now, that's what I call fast checking.

Now, see here, Malone.

Just a minute.

Would you like cocktail or something?

Now, see here. Let's get to...

I'm sorry, Malone. The loneliness numbers

have been dropped from the show.

That's all right, Ed. I understand.

Sit down and join the party.

You know, uh, Mrs. Childers, of course.

Yes, of course.

Mrs. Seaton, Mrs. Hatfield, District

Attorney Logan, Mr. Britt.

All right, girls. Hit

the spot for the tableau.

How come?

Britt said the loneliness number was out.

He must have changed his mind.

Hold it, girls. Hold it, girls. Get back

in place right away.

Now, Malone, can't we get down?

You are ribbing me. You

had it arranged all the time.

Loneliness.

I've had my show.

Loneliness.

How can I bear this loneliness?

I know it can't be, but...

I'd swear that was a

boy's name, Marie St. Clair.

I got it. It's a record.

That's the smart bit

of showmanship, Britt.

How about this?

The ghost of Marie.

I'm singing to you, Eddie.

Can you hear me?

You and Mrs. Childers.

You killed her.

[screaming]

For the last time, will you explain to me

what this is all about?

Oh, uh, just one more thing, Malone.

How'd you work that ghost business?

The voice I

understand, that was a record.

But that image that Britt shot at, what

was that? A moving picture?

No, no, it was the girl that we fixed up

to look like on her, Marie.

Very good, wasn't she? Good.

For a minute, I thought it

was the St. Clair Dam herself.

Of course, I know better.

Well, thanks for the

drink. I gotta get back.

Britt, may I want to talk?

Good evening, Miss Hatfield.

I'll be seeing you, Malone.

Good night, Lieutenant.

Well, won't Van Fannock his face be red

when he finds out it

was the real Adam Maria?

- Wish he'd get here. - So do I.

I want my car.

Don't get excited,

Hattie. She'll be along.

The next time you ask me to

take anybody into my house...

Phew.

Hey, you had us

worried. What delayed you?

Some of Britt's men were in the alley.

I've been hiding in a janitor's closet.

I nearly suffocated.

Where'd you leave my car? Out in front.

Well, I'll be going

along. Goodbye, everybody.

Goodbye, Hattie, and

thanks for everything.

Good night, Hattie.

The next time that Peter Kovitsky charges

you more than 38 cents for Borche,

you tell him to go drown himself in it.

Maybe you think I won't.

Good night.

Anybody see you come in?

I don't think so.

Where are we going?)

There's a plane.

It's 6 o'clock in the morning.

If you're a smart girl, you'll be on it.

Let's get this straight, Malone.

What are you driving at?

What's that?

As if you didn't know.

Jim Childers' diary and some deeds to

property made out to you.

It's all there, honeybunch.

The whole rotten story.

You and Childers were

running the protection racket.

He was your partner.

He told me he destroyed that diary.

Where did you find it? You must have been there. You made the mistake of telling me that

the apartments were identical.

You even showed me the hiding place in

the downstairs apartment.

The rest was deduction, simple.

Even for a lame brain like me.

Go on.

All right.

You fell for Brit.

So you planned to get

rid of Jim Childers.

Together you planned to have him on the ground. Together you planned

to have him knocked off.

But Brit fell for Mrs. Childers.

He saw a chance to get rid of her husband

and you at the same time,

wind up with the whole business.

So he crossed you.

He hired Malloy to kill Childers in a way

that would put the blame on you.

Came to see you and

promised that he'd have you sprung.

But he didn't mean it.

So you sat in the death cell and sizzled.

He even tried to shut Malloy's mouth when

he was about to expose the frame that

would have saved your neck.

But he didn't succeed.

You can't always be that lucky.

Can't I?

Call the police.

Go ahead.

I guess I'm too much of a softie.

I knew you wouldn't turn me in the lawn.

You and I can work together.

How would you like to

be my silent partner?

Silent is right.

Your partners don't live long.

You better get that plane.

Not on your life I won't.

It isn't every day you fall air to a

sweet racket like this.

With Brit and Mrs. Childers out of the

way, I'm sitting pretty.

You don't want to go along with me and...

I'll play alone.

Let's get one thing straight.

When you walk out of

here, you're on your own.

If there is a next

time, don't call on me.

There won't be any next time alone.

Just so you'll know what you're missing.

Sucker.

[sirens]

[sirens]

[coughs]

Yes, Maggie.

Do you want me to send this back for us?

Why not change it for a size 14?

Orchid pink.

That ought to look good on you.

Hey.

Oh, boss.

Oh, boss.

I'm only size 12 and I'm

almost crazy about orchid pink.