All language subtitles for The.Blonde.Bandit.1950

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Train number 94 East

from now loading at gate 5.

This is the last call for number 94, the

train's gone and it's limited.

Please present your ticket.

[Silence]

Your attention please.

Set the station master's

office for Mr. Clarence Bobincher.

Will Mr. Clarence Bobincher please step

to the station master's office?

[Silence] Operator, I've been told there's no phone

listed under the name

of Lawrence Goodbridge.

If I gave you the address, do you think

you could find a number for me?

Sorry, I cannot give

you that information.

Thank you.

[Door opens]

[Crowd noise]

Hello, I'm Mrs. Henley,

Women's Welfare League.

May I speak to you?

Yes.

I happened to notice you got off the

coast limited over an hour ago.

Are you waiting for another train?

No, I'm waiting for someone to make me.

Seems like ages, I can't

imagine what's keeping them.

Is there any way I can help?

No, I'm afraid not, I

guess I'll just have to wait.

May I sit with you?

Surely.

Try phoning.

He's not listed.

Is there no friend you

could call? No relative?

Don't you even know where he lives?

Yes, 424 Sylvester Street.

We've been writing every day.

Then why don't you run over there?

No, he wrote that he'd

meet me at the station.

I'd be afraid to leave, suppose he came

here and couldn't find me.

He'll find me. The problem's all solved.

I'll be here for six hours yet and I'll

keep an eye out for him.

Now what's his name?

What does he look like?

You'd easily recognize him. He's tall and

rather good looking.

Here I have his picture.

His name's Larry

Goodrich. Lawrence Goodrich.

He's good looking. Gloria, I'm sure

you'll recognize him.

I don't want to be in polite, Gloria.

I couldn't help noticing.

Are you sure you have taxi fare?

Yes. Sylvester Street. How far is that?

It runs right in front of the depot.

You said 400 block?

424.

That's to your left as you leave the

depot, but it's at least a mile.

Oh, I'm sure I won't

have any trouble finding it.

He wrote it was a large apartment house.

Then you be on your way, and if he shows

up here, I'll send him after you.

Thank you.

Nonsense. You run

along and find your man.

Good evening.

Good evening. I'm sorry to trouble you,

but I seem to be mixed

up on a street number.

I'm looking for 424.

It's an apartment house.

Well, you're at 424 right now, but I

don't know of any apartments around here.

Can I serve you something?

No, thank you.

I'm looking for Larry Goodrich.

It's possible I mixed up where he lives

with where he works.

He didn't say exactly where his job was.

You wouldn't know if he

worked here, would you?

Well, I don't know any

Larry Goodrich. I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Richards. Oh, just a minute, lady.

There was a Larry Richards that worked

here till this morning.

He got some money

under that name, Goodrich.

Someone else picked up Larry's mail?

It's Larry. What's he look like?

I have his picture right here.

What do you want with this guy?

If you must know, I

came out here to marry him.

Came out from where?

Playroom over. That's in Kansas.

Another one.

Do you mind if I show this to the boss?

Show him this, maybe he can tell you something.

Thank you. Well, I'm not sure if he's a good guy. I'm not sure. And if I show him this,

maybe he can tell you something.

Thank you.

♪ (soft music)

- I have some bad news for

you kid, can you take it?

- Something's happened to Larry.

- Cops nailed him at

11 o'clock this morning.

- Please.

- Pick him up at the railroad depot.

He had so many wives and a

solo ticket to Cleveland.

- Yeah.

♪ (soft music)

- Might give the young lady a drink.

- Oh...

- Don't let it throw your kid.

- It's a break really.

- You didn't marry him

and three others did.

You're a lot better off than they are.

Why don't you buy yourself a

train ticket back to Kansas?

Forget the whole thing.

Oh I forgot...

You're broken.

- I can only talk to him.

- You can talk to him.

That's easy.

All you gotta do is go

over to the county jail

during visiting hours.

I wouldn't advise it.

Cops will only hold you as

another material witness.

Why get mixed stuff in it?

If you need a little

cash for a train ticket,

maybe I can help you out.

- No, I couldn't accept it.

- Yeah.

♪ (soft music)

Can he give you that ring?

If it's yours...

The heel probably

bought it with your dough.

Look, you need a railroad ticket.

Why don't you raise it on that?

- Do you know someplace

where I could pawn it?

- Better than that.

I know a julu might buy it from you.

His name is Widdards.

He's right down the

street in the next block.

But you'd better

hurry, he closes at nine.

- You've been most kind.

I do appreciate it.

- Skip it.

♪ (soft music)

How do you like a heel like that?

- Well anyhow, they pinched him.

Shows the cops are good

for something in this town.

(door opens)

- Mr. Winters?

- Yes?

- I heard you might be

interested in buying a ring.

- Oh stop buying the

morning, I'm closing now.

- Well couldn't you

possibly consider it tonight?

I need money rather badly

for train fare home to Kansas.

- I couldn't buy it

tonight, it takes time.

I'd have to check with the police.

- I don't understand.

I don't mean it's stolen.

You have to report these things.

Or you'd have to give

me some local references.

Someone well known in the city.

An employer would do.

- I have no employer.

- You don't know anyone in this city?

- I just arrived here

today to meet someone.

There's been a mistake and

I have to go home at once.

- I see.

I knew it's an emergency.

- Oh it is, I assure you.

- Let's step back to my office.

- Thank you.

- Would a thousand be all right?

- A thousand dollars?

- Miss Dale, I have a

good reputation in this city.

You can be confident

I'm not cheating you.

- I didn't mean that.

It's just that I didn't realize.

He said it cost 300.

- Probably didn't want you

to think he was extravagant.

It's a good stone, good setting.

You think my offer's fair?

- Of course.

- Then you fill out the receipt.

Cast them right.

Here we are.

- I do thank you.

I won't take up any more of your time.

- Not at all.

It's purely business.

Will you please shut the door securely

on your way out, Miss Dale?

- Certainly.

Good night, sir.

- Good night.

(somber music)

(somber music)

(somber music)

- Operator, collect the police.

- Hello, Gloria.

Your man didn't turn up here, so I,

you found him all right?

- No, something came up.

I'm going back home.

- Oh, sorry, anything I can do?

- I'd rather not talk about it.

- Goodbye.

- You know that girl?

- Only that she came

in on the train tonight

and was leaving again.

Her first name's Gloria.

I think it was some sort of man trouble.

- Not man trouble.

I'm Robert.

(somber music)

- All right, Gloria,

let's go over it again.

When you went to see

Cipelli with that hard luck story,

you didn't have any money in your wallet.

And that welfare woman at the depot,

she noticed that you had an empty wallet.

That makes two witnesses to swear

that you didn't have any

money earlier this evening.

- I haven't denied that.

- And yet when you were

picked up at the depot,

you had over $800 in here.

But the one-way ticket to Florida.

- I told you I sold

my ring to Mr. Winters.

- Yes, Del.

Charles Winters is a

jeweler of some reputation.

He says this diamond is a phony.

Even I can see it's a phony.

Why would an experienced

jeweler pay you a thousand for it?

- I don't know, but he did.

- You used this ring as a decoy

to get Mr. Winters to

open the store tonight.

- That's not true.

- I'll repeat it if you like.

While examining the ring in my office,

she took a gun from her handbag.

Took me completely by surprise.

- Where's the gun?

You ditch that the same

place you did the jewelry?

- I didn't ditch anything.

- Why'd you buy a train ticket?

Why are you lambing out of town?

- I didn't.

- You didn't buy this ticket?

- Yes, I did.

But I wasn't lambing out of town.

I was just leaving town.

Can't you understand?

I didn't take anything.

I didn't hide anything.

You want me to say that I did?

You want me to lie?

Are you trying to?

(crying)

- Okay, lock her up.

I'll talk to her first

thing in the morning.

You can go now, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Wave cups.

(crickets chirping)

- I want to see Mr. Cipelli.

- Hey, I hear you got

stuck up last night.

Mr. Winters wants to see you.

- Bring him in, Betty.

Too bad, Charlie.

Sorry it was me who sent you the blonde.

- She took everything in the place

that was worth anything.

- Ah, it's tough.

- But if you're here to tell

me you can't pay off, skip it.

I've heard of you owe me 23 Gs.

- I know that.

- Less 3,000.

I can pay the rest back at

the rate of 5,000 a week.

- Yesterday you were broke.

Yesterday you couldn't

pay off for six months.

Last night you got robbed

and today you got money.

You didn't win that on a horse race.

Not from one of my bookies, you didn't.

- I thought you said

you'd heard about the Germans.

It's all a day, but

it started settlement.

- Okay, Charlie, I'll credit you 3 Gs.

Thanks.

- You want a tip in the

seventh race, Mr. Winters?

- He's a liar, Benny.

Insurance companies

don't settle that fast.

I think I'll make a

little confidential phone call

and find out.

- These little confidential phone calls.

Suppose the DA tapped your phone.

- He did, kid.

That phone's been tapped for a week.

- Good morning.

- I'm consolidated in here.

- I want to talk to the general manager,

Mr. Otto Thondike.

Tell him it's Joseph Pelli calling.

(phone ringing)

- Yes, Mr.

For Joe.

If you please call me at home,

I'm busy now.

- Cool off, Otto.

I'm not booking a race,

I want some information.

That robbery last

night, the blonde with a gun.

Has your company started payments

to Charles Winters yet?

- Of course not.

We don't make a settlement without

complete investigation.

These things take time.

- That's what I thought.

Benny, call out of Jerome.

- Come and meet me at

City Hall right away.

- Are we in a jam?

- No, but that blunt is.

Call out of him, Benny.

- Didn't you believe I

had nothing to do with this?

- That's why I'm here.

- Last night at the police station.

- That was last night.

Look, Gloria, I'm

gonna get you out of this.

My lawyer's right downstairs.

His name is Artie Jerome.

He's the best in town.

I have money, he'll be retainer anyway.

He hasn't done anything for me in months.

It's about time he got

off his overstuffed chair.

- Would you mind if I

asked you a question?

- Sure.

- Naturally, I'm

grateful, but why should you go

to all this trouble for me?

- Why?

Well, it's no trouble.

- Time's up, Miss Dell.

- Thank you, thanks, kid.

You're getting out of here.

- Time's up, Miss Dell.

- Hello, Mr. District Attorney.

I hope you don't mind.

I brought my lawyer along in case you try

to pin something on me.

I'd like nothing better.

This is Chief Ramsey.

I think you've met him. - Oh, yeah, he'd like to

pin something on me too.

And when he used me

for a pin cushion, Artie.

- Sapelli, let's get to the point.

You want Gloria Dell released.

- Why?

- Because you don't have

anything to hold her on.

Does he, Artie?

- Mr. Daven, as I say it,

all you have are a few scraps

of circumstantial evidence

and the rather melodramatic

claims of Charles Winters.

No witnesses actually saw the hold-off.

The girl's words is just

as good as the jeweler's.

- Sure.

How do you know Winters didn't frame the

whole thing himself?

For the insurance. You haven't found the jewelry yet.

How do you know he didn't try to peddle

the stuff to some fence?

- Maybe he did try to peddle it.

To you.

- Oh.

They called me everything, Artie.

Now they're calling me a fence.

- Does Sapelli want to

testify to the effect

that Charles Winters

robbed his own store?

- Mr. Sapelli doesn't

want to testify to anything.

He believes in the girl's innocence

and he wants to put up

bond for her release.

He's retained me to

defend her any time you care

to bring the case to trial.

- The bond in this case may be $10,000.

- So it's $10,000.

- All right.

Make your arrangements

with the court clerk.

- Oh, uh, about the--

- This legal ownership

is still questionable.

- Give her this when you spring it.

Tell her it's a loan.

I'll see you again.

- Uh, you too, Chief.

- We'll be counting on it.

- All in trouble with

the Sapelli syndicate?

- Tied as steel,

surrounded by protection.

No weak spots for us to hit through.

- I think we just found a weak spot.

Miss Dell, when you

were booked last night,

you gave false information.

You listed your hometown as Miami.

It's not Miami, it's Claremore, Kansas.

Ordinarily, we'd assume you were trying

to hide a previous jail record.

But your fingerprints

don't disclose anything.

- There's no previous

record, I assure you.

- And I believe you.

You were attempting to

conceal your hometown

in an effort to spare

your family from scandal.

Is that right, Gloria?

You didn't want anything to offend them

or to wreck your sister's

marriage to Bob Stewart.

- How did you know that?

- We examined your luggage.

Found this clipping, and a few others

from your hometown paper.

Stewart seemed to be an

important family back in Claremore.

- You come from a

pretty nice family yourself.

- Isn't it enough that you arrest me

for something I didn't do?

Must you drag my family into it?

- There's no reason for your

family ever to learn about it.

If you cooperate with us.

- Doing what?

- This Joe Cappelli.

How well do you know him?

- I hardly know him at all.

He's been kind to me.

Why?

- Gambling happens to be

against the law in this state.

Your Joe Cappelli runs a pocky syndicate.

He makes a lot of money at

it, strictly outside the law.

- Oh, Mr. Cappelli earns

his living doesn't concern me.

- But it does concern me.

My job is to stop Cappelli,

to break up his

syndicate and send him to prison.

I can use you, Gloria.

Cappelli trusts you.

- A man trusts me, and

you want me to spy on him.

- The man's a criminal.

Gloria, if you help us,

I'll postpone your

trial in the winter's case.

Make it easier.

Keep it out of the papers.

- What if I refuse?

- When the case comes to trial,

the papers will make a big story of it.

It'll be carried by the syndicates,

which means it might

get as far as Kansas,

and to your family.

- I don't seem to have

much say in the matter, do I?

- You won't regret it.

You'll be out of here inside of an hour.

Oh.

Incidentally, it was Cappelli who went

bond for your release.

He wants you to have dinner

with him at his club tonight.

He left this with me.

Thought you might need a little money.

So we're off to a good start, Gloria.

I'll talk to you in my

office before you leave.

- She turn you down?

- No.

- She agreed.

Well, what's the trouble?

- Me?

I feel like a heel.

Guess I'm getting sentimental.

- Jim.

- Do I have to read you a

lecture about public officials

putting sentiment ahead of duty?

Do I have to sell you on your own idea?

- Oh, I'll go through with it.

Does that mean I have to like it?

- Honey, if you're still worrying

about that winter's day, skip it.

Well, I'll eat your own on

your team, you're a sage.

Take another bottle, will you, Sam?

- Another is the same for the boss.

- Leave it, oh, Artie.

He'll stall the thing

until he leaves the cops

so my boys get definite evidence

that when he's robbed his own store.

You see, he's gonna

have to unload that jewelry

and try to peddle it

off through the fences.

My boys watch the fences.

It's as easy as that.

- Mr. Cappelli, you've

done so much already.

How can I ever thank you?

- You are nothing but thanking me,

or we think you missed your dinner.

Keep going on the dessert. And call me Joe, huh?

- All right, Joe.

- That's better.

You're really gonna

work on this one, huh?

From what he said, this one's no maribel.

I wouldn't make any

cracks about it if I was you.

Thanks for the tip.

- About this.

- Oh, do we have to

go through that again?

- I can't accept it.

But I could accept some kind of a job.

If you could arrange it.

- I don't see why not.

What kind of a job?

- I worked as the

secretary back in Claremore.

General office work,

dictation, answering phones.

- Oh, that's odd.

I always answer my own phones

and I never put anything in writing.

What else?

- Well, once I worked

with a bookkeeping firm,

I was a pretty good bookkeeper.

- Yeah, that's odd too.

I never keep books.

(laughing)

Say, that might not be a bad idea.

I make them, you keep it.

(laughing)

- I don't understand.

- Ever play the horses?

- Mm-hmm.

Well, not at the tracks.

There was a little

place back in Claremore

where you could place a

little bet now and then.

You ever bet?

- Oh, sure, sure.

Not the way you do, honey.

You see, you bet the

horses from the sucker side.

Starting tomorrow morning,

nine o'clock I'll show you the right side

to bet the horses from.

And maybe I've got a job for you too.

Is it a deal?

- It's a deal.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- Hi, Maribel.

- How do you like that?

I spend all day in the beauty parlor

getting glamor for the guy.

And the minute my back's turned,

he's in a huddle with another dame.

- Mr. Cappelli says

maybe you wanna take a trip

somewhere, Maribel.

Here's some dough to travel on.

- He can't kiss me off like that.

- Mr. Cappelli says for

me to say goodbye for him.

Don't forget the right.

- A friend of yours?

- Oh, somebody I used to know.

(car engine rumbling)

- Hello, Mr. Cappelli.

Here, I just got

these in, nice and fresh.

- Oh, that's a good yesterday, huh Gus?

- Like I told you, I

got stuck on seven payoffs

on Nelly's pride.

Two guys had him to win,

three guys had him to--

- Yeah, I know, I know, it's too bad.

Have you got it, Gus?

- 385 bucks, now that's not good.

But when you figure Nelly's--

- Never try to figure

the horse races, Gus.

Run up your blood pressure.

Gus speaking, huh?

- So long, kid.

- But, see you tomorrow.

What's the initial?

- Count it, baby.

What's the matter?

- What if you're held up?

- Oh, look behind you.

I told you, I've got friends.

(car engine rumbling)

- 20, 25, 30, 35, 36, 137.

That's it, Joe.

We took a loss on that parlay,

but that's what makes horse races.

Sometimes you gotta take a beating.

- I know.

I took a beating once on a fixed race.

I didn't like it.

Wait outside for me, will you, honey?

- I'll be in the car.

- Tell me about that parlay, Bert.

- I told you last night,

Jed Fuller, five and five,

sloppy Joe to Luigi.

We're out 303 bucks.

Fuller went to Vegas to

try his luck on the wheels.

- Funny thing about that.

I saw Fuller just before he left town.

He told me he didn't win on that race.

He lost.

- Well, Joe, there must be some mistake.

- There is.

You made it.

Now fix it.

- I'm sorry, Joe.

I had very heavy expenses.

I was gonna make it good next week.

It wasn't a holdout, it was a loan.

- You want a loan,

Bert, ask me for it first.

Remember, nobody double crosses me.

Nobody.

- I'm sorry, Joe.

I'm sorry.

- Count it, baby.

Should be 440 on the nose.

- That's a new use for a beauty parlor.

- Why not?

Women can vote in this country.

Why can't they play the horses?

- 440, that's correct.

- Hey, what are you doing with those?

- I'm not on paper, I don't.

Look, honey, sometimes the cops stop me

just for a routine shakedown.

What would they think if they found me

with a lot of records?

- What would they think if they found you

with all this money?

- No law against carrying

a lot of money, is there?

- You mean I have to keep

these figures all in my head?

- That's where I keep them.

I figure with two of

us, it ought to be easier.

- And they have to be carried separately

day to day, week to week?

- Oh, no, I'm not that good.

The end of each day's collections,

I enter them in a book.

- Then you do have a book.

- When do I make the entries?

- You don't, I do.

- Of course I do.

- A lot of people in this

town will give their right arms

to find that book.

- I hope you don't think--

- You know, baby,

you're probably the one name

in the world that can

make a sucker out of me.

I don't think you will.

- What, another place here?

- Yeah, that

barbershop across the street.

A fella named Tony Dussek runs.

He does a pretty good business.

For me, I mean.

He's gonna be raided in about 20 minutes.

- Rated?

- Yeah, he knows about it.

I phoned him last night.

Hey, police in this town

are getting too efficient.

That big fella driving the

car, that's Lieutenant Medsker.

The other chap with him is Captain

Roberts, vice squad.

Watch.

- Your own bookies, you

don't care if they're arrested?

- Not if it happens only once in a while.

In this business,

you've gotta expect a raid

every now and then.

It keeps the police busy,

that makes the taxpayers happy,

and everybody's happy, including me.

- Not including that barber?

- Don't worry about Tony.

All my bookies get a bonus for every day

they have to spend in jail. (car engine rumbling)

I'll put the stuff in the safe,

then we'll start

collections on the east side.

- Shall I wait here?

- Might as well, it'll only

take me a couple of minutes.

- I'll be right back. - I'll be right back. (door creaks)

(somber music) (knocking on door)

- Let me in, it's important.

Those two men from the

vice squad, they're here.

- At all?

- Don't you

understand, I mean in the club.

- They have no beef with me, baby.

- Well, they have money,

they'll know it can't be income

from your club, not that much.

- Hey, honey, you're worrying about me.

(knocking on door)

- That's Gloria Dell, my new secretary.

Gloria, this is Captain

Roberts, in Santa Mescal.

- Hello.

- How long you known her?

- You boys here on police business

have tried to tell me

how to run my business.

- You know what we're here for.

- Yeah, I know what you're here for.

You didn't waste any time, did you?

- And speaking of time, try

to time your raids better.

20 minutes ahead of

schedule is drawing it too close.

What do you want to do,

catch me in one of them?

- Talk to you all along.

- I won't be a minute, honey.

- Certainly.

I don't like that job.

- I do, and I pick my own women.

- Sure, you'll pick all you want.

But when it comes to picking secretaries,

that's something else.

- You mean that's your department?

- I just want to make sure

that you know what you pick.

- Joe, say the word and we'll

put her on her surveillance.

Check her background, watch her mail.

Cap the telephone, that works.

- You're good at that, aren't you?

- We got a lot at stake too, you know.

- Ed, let's get one thing straight.

Your job is to police

the city, not my syndicate.

(engine rumbling)

- Gloria, you've done fine. In three weeks, you've accomplished more

than my investigators

have dug up in a year.

I'm proud of you.

- Thanks, I'm not very proud of myself.

- We've suspected Captain

Roberts for several months.

The time's not ripe to

crack down on him yet.

But the time is ripe for

you to take the next step.

- Haven't I done enough already?

How long do I have to go on like this?

- Till we get Cappelli's records.

- I told you, he keeps them in his head.

You also told me he enters

the records in a master book.

Once a day, sometimes twice.

- I don't know where he keeps it.

- Gloria, that book is

just as important to you

as it is to me.

You say yourself that Charles Winters

makes weekly payments

to Cappelli on a gambling debt.

If you can find that

book, it'll show the entries

of Winters payments to Cappelli.

Do I need to tell you how

much that'll help your case?

- Is there anything else, Mr. Daven?

- That's all.

Thank you, Gloria.

- Thank you.

They serve dinners here?

- Special ones, home cooked.

(door opens)

- Oh, uh, there's

something I'd like to tell you

about this place, it's kind of special.

Nobody in the syndicate

knows anything about it.

Not even Benny.

I'd like to keep it that way.

- Of course.

- Like the place?

- Reminds me of home.

Who lives here?

- You'll find out.

Mama!

Mama, company's here.

- Oh, Joe, you're so worldly.

(laughing)

Oh, no, Joe, Joe, Joe, you're so funny.

What would people think?

- Maybe this is Mama.

- Joe, you put me down.

- Mama, this is my special girl, Gloria.

- Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Cappelli.

- I'm a pleaser, too.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Good time.

Oh, excuse me.

I say, it's time you find the girlfriend.

All of the time you work too much.

Never have time for girlfriend.

- I wouldn't say that.

I've had time for one

or two here and there.

- Oh, why you no bring her home, eh?

Oh, not tonight, eh?

You bad boy.

You ought to be shaming yourself.

- She's nice, eh, Mama?

- She's a nice, Joe.

- Well, get nice girl, nice dinner.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Oh, if you eat the

whole mama more often,

you no be so hungry all the time.

- Mama, praise, go fuck praise.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Well, that decides that.

She thinks you're nice.

- She doesn't know

I'm wanted for robbery.

- She doesn't know a lot

of things about me, either.

Tonight I got news for you, baby.

This is the only place Mama won't dust.

She's afraid of artillery.

Know what this is?

- Not your record, book.

- Mm-hmm.

- But the desk, it isn't even locked.

- Nobody knows about

it, besides I trust Mama.

Take a good look at this.

Tell me what it means.

- Simply means that Mr. Winters

doesn't owe you any more money.

- No, it means a lot

more than that to you, baby.

Two weeks ago, my boys

picked up positive proof

that Winters robbed his own store.

He used you for a patsy.

We tagged it through a fence.

I've just been

waiting for him to pay off.

Now all we have to do is

notify the insurance dicks

Mr. Winters goes away for a long time.

You're in the clear.

Now will you stop worrying about things?

- Thanks, Joe.

(dramatic music)

- All right, you are so

hungry, so come eat yours up.

- How you talking, Mama?

(laughs)

Mama, is that car coming here?

- It's only the driveway next door.

Some people, they move

into the house next door.

- Yeah?

What kind of people?

- Oh, just the people.

I mind my business,

they mind their business.

- Yeah, girl mama.

(laughs)

- He brought the blonde with him.

- Anybody else?

- There's never anybody else.

That girl's beginning to get pretty warm.

You still think she

might be working with the DA?

- What difference?

If it's not her, it'll be somebody else.

- I'm feeling too careless.

It's only a question of

time till a lid blows off.

Where do you want to

be when it does blow?

- Anywhere's the brits' stippelly.

- That's what I mean.

- That was the best meal I ever had.

Must've gained five pounds.

- Oh, I'm such a full

stomach uno taker on the flangeo.

The poor girl, she

might get sick of me being.

- What's this about a plane?

- Well, I have a

little four-passenger job,

and I thought she might

like a night view of the city.

- Do you fly a plane?

- Yeah, I'm quite a guy.

(laughs) - Adio, mama.

- Adio, you take good

care of yourself, eh?

- Oh, sure, sure.

- Goodbye.

- This old lady of

his, does she ever go off?

- Not much, just to the store.

- Well, get a duplicate key made,

one that fits the rear door.

- Key made?

- Where?

- The city pays you to be a detective.

Do I even have to take it a key made?

- Oh.

(plane engine roars)

- Scared?

- A little.

- Needn't be.

Automatic pilot.

- Oh, what a night.

Those lights, the sky.

- Yeah.

Quite a night.

- So far up, it makes

you feel sort of free.

Or maybe it's because

of the news you gave me

about Mr. Winters.

- Think you can stand some more news?

- Mm-hmm, if it's good.

- It's up to you.

Open it.

- Joe.

- Like it?

- Yes.

- A diamond you can

start wearing any time.

The other one, I guess you have to wait

until we appear before a judge.

It's one way to get Joe

Cipelli in front of a judge.

- Joe, I can't accept it.

- Oh, you've got competition.

- Oh, no, it's just...

- I...

No, you don't feel the same way about me.

It's just one of those things.

It's nobody's fault.

- Yes, but I do really, I do.

- You don't get it.

What's the trouble?

- It's...

Well, I don't know how to say it.

- Want me to say it for you?

I don't like this business, I mean.

Maybe I don't like it anymore either.

I've taken you a long

time about getting out.

Tired of dodging a law, I want a business

to sign me up and up.

I thought it would go

someplace where nobody knows me.

I've thought about it a lot up here.

I figured I'd open a little restaurant.

Italian food.

A little place like my

father had in San Francisco.

What do you say?

You can be Mrs. Joe Cipelli.

Fine Italian food, light wines, and beer.

- Joe, would you mind if I took a few

days to think it over?

- Sure.

Think it over.

Take as much time as you want.

Why do you think it over?

It's a way of that time.

Might help you think my way.

Will you?

- Young lady, let me

give you some advice.

Cipelli's a criminal.

He's also a very smooth

operator in more ways than one.

Just because he gave you

a ring and fed you a line,

that doesn't mean he's on the level.

- Oh, but he is on the level.

- I'm the one who's not on the level.

- You're working for the law.

That's level enough.

Where does he keep the records?

- I...

How many times do I have

to tell you I don't know?

- Would you swear to that?

Gloria, I expect your cooperation.

After all, I have been

helping you on that Winters case.

- That's all over now.

By this afternoon, you're

going to have to drop all charges

against me and arrest Mr. Winters for

robbing his own store.

If you don't believe me,

call Mr. Jerome, my attorney.

- I'll leave you.

He called me this morning.

- Then you better get

yourself another spy, Mr. Devon.

Goodbye.

- Wait a minute.

Suppose Cipelli finds out the truth.

How you've been working for me?

- He will find out.

I intend to tell him myself.

- Okay, Gloria.

I appreciate what you've done for me.

But understand this.

I will get Cipelli's records.

I will send him to prison.

- Not through me, Mr. Devon.

I'll let you go.

(somber music) - Joe, can I speak to

you for a minute alone?

- Hi, baby.

Mom outside?

- No, I didn't get her yet.

Joe, I've got to talk to you.

- It's 12.30.

Mama's waiting.

- It's important, Joe.

- Not now.

You said you wanted a

week to think it over.

I don't want to hear a peep out of you.

Not for a week.

- What I got to say

won't keep for a week.

Will you listen?

- Tonight maybe, but not now.

million bucks a year off the races and I

haven't seen a horse race in years.

Hurry up, honey. Get Mama.

We'll be sitting outside,

Mama. Sure you want me to coast?

Maybe you ought to. I go in and get one.

You stay here. I'll get it for you.

Just tell me where it is. It's on the

sofa. It's nice. You go

through all that stuff.

Oh, nonsense. Be right back. Thank you.

[MUSIC]

That's great. Give me the key.

From now on, we're strictly police. We

have been right from the start.

The only reason we tied up with Sapelli

is to get evidence on

him. Got it straight?

The only thing wrong is

you nail Sapelli, he'll sing.

He'll bust us wide open.

You ever hear of a guy

getting shot, resisting arrest?

Yeah.

[MUSIC]

I better explain the whole thing to Mama,

huh? Mama, have a look.

The whole idea is it's a race. Now, you

keep your eye on those

men out there on the horses.

They're called jotties. Jotties, huh?

Now, they all start together.

They run around that dirt road out there

between the fences, and the first

horseback wins the race.

That's all?

Well, there's something more. Sometimes

people bet money on the races.

And if their horse wins, they win. Like,

for example, these tickets.

This means that I bet on

a horse called Hank's pet.

Slow start. And today, he

carried too much weight.

Glad the gal, number four, was banging up

for that for the horse.

I got him three dollars across the board

with Mr. Martinelli, the grocer.

Come on, Mr. Hattergal! Come

on! Come on, Mr. Hattergal!

You get over there on that

race! Come on, you! Come on!

Come on!

[MUSIC]

[MUSIC]

What are you doing here?

How'd you find this place?

Well, it's a good thing for you, my

father. Let's go inside.

We're in trouble. Up to our necks.

Start talking.

The syndicate is busted wide open.

Now, why?

The DA's knocking over your book. He's at

the rate of a dozen an hour.

The last counter with 38.

They're still going strong.

Where you been?

Hello? Yeah, put him on.

Joe, this is it. I've been trying to get

in touch with you all afternoon.

I know, I know. Cut the corners. How did

it happen? What do I do?

Now, listen to me,

Joe, and don't interrupt.

The DA's got your book.

He's got your records.

Hold on.

Somebody's been in here. The DA's got my

records all up. I'm in writing.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Artie, shall I bail out?

Right now. As fast as you can.

And don't get in touch with me for a

week. And listen, Joe.

Keep off the streets. They've got every

cop in town looking for you.

Artie, phone Benny at

the fairfield number.

Tell him to meet me at

the airport in 20 minutes.

Mama, take the bus. You and Gloria.

Go to San Francisco. Go to Rose. I'll get

in touch with you through Tony.

Joe, can't I go with you?

Don't talk. Do as I say. Don't even take

time to pack. Go with Mama.

Robert, some stealing your squad cars.

The only way I can

get through the streets.

Mine's tag. Wear the keys.

Well, they're in the switch.

Oh. Well, here's your last payoff. I...

Wait a minute. Who else knows this

address? You haven't even

told me how you got here.

Well, it was turned in at the department

at noon with an order to

stake out here and wait for you.

Lucky for you, it was

me that took the order.

Who turned in the address?

Yes, good.

Well, she's got to do with this.

Oh, she swiped the records? Why shouldn't

she turn in the address?

Joe, that's...

You're crazy. She was

with me all afternoon.

And she was with the DA all morning.

Joe, I can explain that.

She's been working undercover for the DA

right from her start.

I'd ask her why she went to

see him this morning. Ask her.

Joe, I only went there

to tell him I was through.

And you were working for him.

Oh, Joe, I couldn't help it. That's what

I wanted to tell you.

You'll only...

Oh, as I say, is that

frozen? She swiped the records?

Oh, I didn't. Joe, you've got to believe

me. I only came here to pick up Mama.

Mama, you've got to tell me the truth.

Did she come in this

house alone this afternoon?

Did she go near that desk?

Of course I didn't. When will...

You heard me shut up. Mama.

You've got to tell me. How

long was she alone in this room?

Answer me, Mama. Tell me.

Yes, Joe. Just one minute. I

gave her the key. I forgot...

Joe, I only came back for a

coat. That's all I came...

No, please, Joe!

Mama, Mama, go to San

Francisco. Go to Rosa and Tony.

Joe, you've got to believe me.

What do you do? What do you do to my boy?

Nothing, Mama. You believe me, please.

I'm going to get you.

Operator, please, emergency.

Put me through to City Hall.

City Hall, Vice Quad.

Lieutenant Meska, yeah, hurry.

Hello, Meska. Get this.

He's trying to blow town on this plane.

Get over to that airport.

You'll have Vennick with

him in a resist arrest.

Now don't muff it. Shoot.

Now make that clear to the boys.

Don't talk. Listen.

On the way to the

airport, don't use your siren.

Some cop might think you need help, and

that's the one thing we don't need.

Yeah, now get going.

Get away from that phone.

Now I want to use it.

Well, just look at that now.

What do you want to do,

baby? Call the airport?

You heard what I said.

Get away from that phone.

Sure, sure. Use the phone.

Use it.

Vlodia.

Listen carefully, Mama.

This man just gave

orders to shoot your son.

Not orders to arrest him,

Mama. Orders to kill him.

Mrs. Sapelli, she's...

It's the truth, Mama. Look at that phone.

He broke the wire so I couldn't call Joe.

They want to kill Joe at the airport,

Mama, so he can't talk

to save their own necks.

Hold it like this, Mama. Press the

trigger if he moves.

I'll get to Joe as fast as I can.

Now, Mrs. Sapelli, you don't think for

one minute I'd do anything to hurt Joe?

You heard what he said about

that girl. She double-prosed.

Operator, this is official police.

Give me the police radio tower.

City Hall, 500.

Repeat. Order from Captain E.B. Roberts

to Lieutenant Ralph Metzger.

Sapelli's girl is on way

to your same destination.

She will try to warn him.

Proceed with caution, but follow

instructions. That is all.

How do you like that?

If she tips Sapelli, he

really will resist arrest.

To the airport fast. We'll follow you.

They raided the club.

I almost got picked up.

- Let me have your gun. - What for?

Come on, give. The cops do, Tag. I said I

want to fight it out.

Where's Nuff? I've got a chance.

- Can't we get on the field from here? -

Sure. It's the back way.

I'd be surprised if Blount

hasn't already tipped him off.

Call the tower in

heaven. Ground all planes.

Play this safe. We don't want any slips.

Mr. Sapelli, just a minute.

Your plane hasn't been checked. Did you

want to take her up?

- Now. - Well, Jimmy,

he'll be back in a minute.

- You better let him check it for you. -

All right. Fine. Fine.

That's fine. That's all we need.

I'll be back.

I don't know exactly where he keeps his

plane. I was only here once at night.

Look, it's your

blonde. She brought the cops.

Get in the plane. We're taking off.

Oh, there he is.

And there's Metzger.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

- Mr. Sapelli! Hold it! - Mr. Sapelli!

- I thought you said we had a chance. -

Stick with it, Benny.

- Hold it, Metzger. - Mr. Sapelli, I got

a warrant for his arrest.

I got a warrant for your arrest.

Any chance to ground

that plane from the tower?

He'll be grounded all

right. His tank's empty.

He's hardly got enough

gas to clear the field.

We're out of gas, kid. Hang the lock.

Look out!

No! No!

(SIREN WAILING)

- You all right, Joe? - Sure.

- Right as rain. - Just a

flipper and a few broken ribs.

Well, baby, the last time we were here,

we were on opposite

sides of the fence, huh?

- Did the DA...? - Yeah.

Told me all about it.

I had you all wrong. I should have known.

It was Roberts. He ran it on me.

- He's been arrested. -

Jail's too good for it.

I don't mean that, Joey. He's

talking. He's involving you.

It might mean jail. Even

if it does, Joe, I'll wait.

Forget it.

You mean it. You don't

want me to wait for you.

You can't turn quick, don't you?

Like I told you once, the best thing you

can do is get a train back to Kansas.

You get the whole thing.

- But that night on the plane... - I fed

you a line. You fell for it, that's all.

- You gave me a ring. - So

did your guy Larry Goodrich.

The only difference between me and your

bigamist is when he gives a

woman a ring, he wants her money.

Me, I just want the dame.

- Joey, you can't leave me. - I give

those things away like a dozen.

Ask Maribel. Ask Lottie Parker.

Oh, look, kid, don't take it so big.

You can keep the ring and

the fat salary I paid you.

Look, Adi Jerome is out getting your

ticket on tonight's train to

Kansas. What else do you want?

You're just saying all this just to keep

me from waiting for you.

Don't kid yourself. I won't serve a day.

I've already talked to Adi and the DA.

I'll be out in time for dinner.

- If I... - Save it.

Maybe I'll come down to

the station and see you up.

(SIREN WAILING)

Train number 94 is

bound now. Loading is 8-4.

This is the last call for number 94, the

transcontinental limited.

Hello, baby.

You thought they'd

throw the book at me, huh?

Well, here I am. Raise a bird.

Now that you hurry up,

you'll miss your train.

- I only waited to give

you this. - Oh, I'll save it.

You can trade it for a mink

coat. That's what Lottie did.

I'm not Lottie, and I'm not Maribel.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Okay, Joe. You got your

promise to her. You saw her off.

Now you can keep your promise to me.

I'm counting on a full statement.

Swell girl.

Only girl I ever wanted to marry.

Well, you're going, Joe. You won't be

getting married for a long time.

Yeah.

Sure.

Let's get started.

Joe.

- Hey, lady. - Joe!

Number 94 now leaving for

Kansas City and Chicago.