All language subtitles for Murder on the Blackboard [Edna May Oliver, James Gleason] (1934)

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Lu�s Filipe Bernardes

You little swine, I'll break your necks!

Come on, go away!

Hey, here comes Mr. MacFarland!

Miss Davis, I wanted to ask...

Miss Davis!

Miss Davis.

I was afraid you'd gone.

You told me to get these letters
out first, Mr. MacFarland.

Yes, I know I did, but...

I've been thinking that, er...

we've both earned a little
recreation today...

...and I was about to suggest
a movie and then dinner.

I know a nice quiet little place where
we can be all by ourselves.

Well, that's very nice of you but...

Mr. MacFarland's office.

Yes. Who?

Oh, Mrs. MacFarland.

Hello, dear.

What?

Oh.

Yes.

Yes, I heard you.

You've decided not to spend the
night at your mother's.

Yes, dear, I'm very glad.

Goodbye.

Miss Davis, see that all those letters
are out before you leave the office.

Oh!

Put that thing down!

Now Miss Davis,

what are you doing here with a gun?

Why, I...
Oh, it isn't mine.

Whose is it then?

Well?

It belongs to Louise Halloran.

What does Louise Halloran
want with a gun?

Mr. MacFarland, Louise is sick
and unhappy.

- And terribly afraid of something.
- Afraid?

Of what?

I don't know.

But it must be something pretty bad
to make her want to carry a gun.

There she comes now!

I don't want to see her.
I'll go out by the other door.

But Mr. MacFarland...

Miss Davis, if you really want to help Miss
Halloran, don't give her back that gun.

Janie, were you in my room
a little while ago?

Yes, I stuck my head in but
you weren't there.

You didn't take anything
from my desk, did you?

Why, Louise, what do you mean?

Nothing, only...

Well, somebody's been in my desk.
Jane, you swear you didn't...

I'm sorry.

Louise, what's the trouble?

Why don't you tell me?

No... no, I couldn't.

Well, then forget about it.
Come on home with me...

...and we'll go to a show and
have some laughs.

Oh, I'd like to, but I can't.

I've got some work to do.

Excuse me, Miss Davis.

- Is Mr. MacFarland in?
- Why, Mr. Stevens, I...

Listen, Janie, I've got to spend
a couple of hours...

...in the public library then
I'll be free.

- How'd you like to date me up for dinner?
- I'd love it.

All right, same place, six o'clock.

Oh, Ed, I wish you would ask Louise
Halloran to come along with us.

Louise Halloran? Why Louise Halloran?

She's been feeling pretty low, that's all.
Thought we might cheer her up.

Well, why should we cheer her up?
Can't she keep her troubles to herself?

Say, what have you got
against Louise?

Not a thing. I wanted you
to myself, that's all.

You're not fooling me, Ed.

What about you and Louise?

Nothing, nothing at all.

- Maybe I'd better ask her.
- Oh no, don't do that.

Well then?

Well, last summer we were both up
at the MacFarlands' camp and...

Oh, we had a little flirtation and...

And you got over it and she didn't,
is that it?

You might have told me why.

- But Janie, what difference can that make?
- Don't, Ed, please.

But Janie, that's all over,
it's forgotten.

Louise hasn't forgotten.

Come on, be nice.
Six o'clock?

I guess so.

- Good girl.
- Ed...

- Love me?
- Hm-hmm.

- Say it.
- I love you.

Oh, it's you.

This check you gave me,
the bank sent it back.

I want my money.

I haven't got the money.
You have to send the check in again.

I want my money.

Well you can't have it!

If you don't give me my money, I'll...
I'll take...

You're drunk.

Get out of here.
If you don't, I'll scream.

Go ahead, scream.

If someone comes in,
I'll tell them the truth.

And you lose your job.

And if I told them the truth
about you, you'd go to jail.

You do that and I'll...

Otto Schweitzer, look where
you're going!

Drunk again.

Really, Otto, the only excuse
I can find for you is...

Seems to be bonded stuff.

- I'm...
- Good night!

Aw, that old snoopy Withers
won't let me out.

Can't you sneak out?
Where's she now?

She's gone to powder her schnozzle.

Leland Stanford Jones.

Well, what is it, Leland?

Can I go home now, Miss Withers?

You may not go until you are ready
to apologize to Miss Halloran.

Aw, gee, Miss Withers, I didn't say
anything at all the kids ain't said.

Everyone knows she's got a crush
on Mr. MacFarland.

Leland Jones!

You may go to the blackboard and write
the word "gossip" one hundred times.

- What word, Miss Withers?
- Gossip.

G-O-S-S-I-P.

That's what you are when you talk about
Miss Halloran and Mr. MacFarland.

- Fifty times?
- You heard me. One hundred times.

Now, the sooner you start,
the sooner you'll get out.

The sooner you'll get out, you mean.

There goes Miss Halloran
to the cloakroom.

You can catch her on her way back
and tell her you're sorry.

- Yes, I'm going...
- What's that?

- Skip it!
- That will do!

- Don't dawdle, Leland.
- Oh...

Leland, did you hear Miss Halloran
go back to her room?

- No.
- That's strange.

There she is now.
Leland, go apologize.

- Aw, Miss Withers.
- Leland!

Wait! I think she's ill.

I'll go myself.

Get on with your work.

I just heard her go out!

- I've done eight-two, Miss Withers.
- Eighty-two will be sufficient, Leland.

- You mean I can go?
- Yes.

First I want you to run
an errand for me.

Run across the street to
Toby's candy shop...

...and call police headquarters
and ask for Inspector Piper.

- Police headquarters? Gee, teacher.
- Never mind.

Tell the inspector to come
quickly and quietly.

No sirens. Here's a nickel
for the telephone.

- Hurry now, hurry!
- I will, Miss Withers.

That's how it was done.

- Well, hello Hildegarde!
- Hello, Oscar.

You remember Donny here, don't you?

- Hello, Miss Withers.
- He's a sergeant now.

This is McTeague and Smiley North.

Well, what is it this time, Hildegarde?

Got yourself into a mess over
some man?

A little while ago, somebody
in that school house...

...murdered Louis Halloran,
our Music teacher.

- What?
- Come with me and I'll show you what.

Just a minute, is this on the level?

Stop acting like a movie detective.

And unless you're going to take that cigar
out of your mouth and do something about it,

- I am!
- Now just a minute!

I'll have a look at this.

You'll have a look?

That ought to clear everything
all up, I'm sure.

There!

Now will you believe me?

Why!

Well, it was there!
It was right there!

Just what was it you thought
you saw, Miss Withers?

I saw a body right there on that couch.

Oh, a body.

- Was it a large body?
- It was the body of Louise Halloran.

And it was there a little while ago.

Oh, I guess she had a headache
and went home.

- Relax, Hildegarde.
- Now you listen to me, Oscar Piper!

You know me and you know my habits.

- I tell you I saw...
- All right, Hildegarde, all right.

You saw a body. Now...

...what's become of it?

He couldn't have passed it out
through the window,

the window won't open any further.

None of the windows on this side
of the building will.

The children used to climb out.

What about the doors?

There is only one way in or out
of the building.

The main door, and I've watched that.

- No one came out.
- No one.

Then the body must still be
in the building.

And the murderer too, huh?

Unless you have a theory that
the corpse got up...

...and strolled out into the
hall by itself.

Of course you know best.

Donahue, you stay here.

Come on, Smiley. If the murderer is trying
to hide the body, I'm going to catch him.

You mean we're going to.

- You got a gat?
- A gat?

Oh, you mean a rod.
No, I never carry one.

Well, take this and come on.

What's this? Take this thing
away from me!

Who's that? Who's that?
Come on, come out of there!

Come on!

It's someone.

A swell concussion if ever I saw one.

He'll be out stone cold for hours.

- Any danger of him...
- Well, you never can tell.

Come on, Bill, lift him up easy.

I'm gonna take this building apart brick
by brick till I find the man who did that!

- Or the woman.
- Or the woman!

There ain't a cop killer got away
in this town in twenty years!

Cop killer? I suppose one dead school
teacher more or less doesn't count.

I don't count my corpses
till I come to them.

Smiley!

Take these men and search
every foot of this cellar.

Okay, Inspector. Let's go, boys.

Come on, Hildegarde. I want you
to show me around.

- Where did this Halloran girl work?
- She was the Music teacher.

She taught in all the grade rooms.
But she had her desk was on the third floor.

So this is the top, eh?
No way up to the roof?

No. And for the world
there's no way down.

Nothing on three sides and a twenty-story
warehouse on the fourth.

- What's that door?
- That's the fire escape.

- Fire escape?
- Yes.

A little old-fashioned but it works.
Look!

This explains it all.

When this door is open the alarm
goes off and vice-versa.

Then the children pop in one by one
and slide down...

...a spiral shute out into
the playground.

If this is the only way out
of the school for the kids,

why wasn't it the only way out
for the murderer?

Well, it would have been...

...if he didn't mind setting off an alarm
that you could hear ten blocks away.

Not the ideal way for
a murderer to escape.

Inspector! Inspector!

Oh, Inspector!

- What's all the excitement about?
- What do you think we found down in the cellar?

Oh, now it's riddles. Well, come on,
what was it?

- What we found...
- Was it the body of Louise Halloran?

No, no body!

But someone's been digging a grave.

People don't dig graves
just for the fun of it.

Come on, Hildegarde.

No thanks, I'm not interested
in empty graves.

It's not for nothing that they
call me Snoopy Withers.

That's for my nerves
if anyone should ask.

One move out of you and I'll shoot!

Relax, Hildegarde, relax.

I may shoot anyway.

Well, what luck did you have
in the grave?

None. The gravedigger didn't
have time to finish the racket.

But we found these in
the janitor's room.

Well! I never thought that of Otto.

Each pair worn down
on the heel.

Where is this janitor?

- Did you search the cellar?
- Every foot of it.

The way he looked the last time I saw him
he's probably asleep in the coal bin.

Never mind him.

I think there's one more room
on this floor we should look at.

This is Addison Stevens' room.

Hm, where is that pesky light?

He teaches science to the older boys.

He's assistant principal.

Hm, I don't know what he
wanted this for.

Smoking is never permitted
inside the school.

Maybe he worked nights.

Must be an expensive lighter,
it won't work.

This is why it won't work.

He forgot to fill it.

Hm, a dead ant.

The fire alarm, come on.
Come on!

- There he goes now!
- Well, why don't you do something?

You're the police, why don't you
police something?

Oh, relax, will you, Hildegarde?
He's gone.

- Are you sure it was a man?
- You never can tell these days.

All I saw was the pants.

How do you stop that racket?

Well, now that everything's quiet again
I suppose you'd like to take a little nap.

I'm gonna take a little run out...

...and put a double line of cops around
the whole neighborhood.

More cops?

What's that?

Put your hand on that radiator.

What's the big idea?
It was hot and you knew it!

I suspected it.

I wanted to make sure.

- Well, what would it be if it wasn't hot?
- Cold!

This time of day? In the school house
with the janitor missing?

Alright, now you know it's hot and I know
it's hot, what are you going to do about it?

I'm going down to the furnace
and you're coming with me.

Open the furnace somebody, quickly!

Quickly before it's too late.

Quick!

If only she hadn't stayed so late...

...to put that music exercise
on the blackboard.

If there's anything funny about this
affair, young man, I'd like to hear it.

A good hearty laugh is just
what I need.

Well, I've heard of whistling up a wind,
ma'am, but never whistling up a murderer.

There are probably several things
that you haven't heard of, young man.

- What's that?
- Oh, just a bunch of flatfeet.

Well, you were right about
the body, Hildegarde.

I don't know why our men
didn't find it before.

You mustn't expect too much, Oscar.
After all, they did find the furnace.

Yeah, that's right...

- What's that?
- Skip it.

Oh, I get it.

Just because you found the body
you think you're Mrs. Sherlock Holmes.

Well, let me tell you my men combed
that cellar with a fine-tooth comb.

Are you sure they used a fine-tooth
comb to comb the cellar with?

Grab him, Smiley.

Well, I'm going to close up the place
and turn off the lights.

Come on, what do you know
about this killer?

- Come clean!
- You can't do that to me.

I'm a rich man. A millionaire.

I have my rights.

Oh, playing drunk, huh?

Alright, we'll play too.

Take him over to the station, Smiley,
and give him the works.

- How will I book him?
- Book him for the murder of Louise Halloran.

- Huh?
- No, wait, play safe.

Book him for disorderly conduct
or inciting a riot.

Anything, so long as you
get him in a cell.

How are you going to find him again in
a cell if you couldn't find him in a cellar?

I've been robbed, I tell you.
I told you, I've been robbed.

I've told you that several
times and you won't believe me.

Oh, we caught him quicker
than I thought.

Almost anything could be done
quicker than you think, Oscar.

Yeah, well I wasn't so slow-thinking
when he tried to play drunk on me.

- Play drunk?
- Sure!

The guy was drunk but not
as drunk as he's making out.

There isn't an empty bottle
or a full one neither in that cellar.

And you gotta have a bottle somehere
if you're gonna stay drunk.

Why, the case is open and shut.

- Open and shut?
- Sure, the guy's a moron.

- You ought to get him on the force.
- No, he's not that kind of...

Ohh! What I mean is the man's
a lunatic.

He's a killer. He's drunk, yes.
But not as drunk as he's pretending.

He got drunk, hit the gal on the head
and then tried to bury her.

Donahue tried to stop that.

Donahue used his head,
like most detectives.

Never mind about Donahue...
Wait a minute!

Do you remember them slippers?

Well, the guy grabbed them off
because he's crazy about the dame.

You've got it all figured out,
haven't you, Oscar?

All but a few unimportant details.

Such as Schweitzer's eyebrows.

Schweitzer's what?

While Schweitzer was collecting slippers
he was also collecting something else...

...on his eyebrows.

You, er... you take care
of the slippers, Oscar.

I'll work on the eyebrows.

Ain't you getting careless, lady?
You gave me a dime too much.

A dime's a dime, young man.
Remember you're a taxi driver not a gigolo.

- Good evening.
- Why, Miss Withers!

Thank heavens, what's wrong?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

I have. Can we go upstairs?
I want to talk to both of you.

Why, certainly.

I came here to tell you that Louise
Halloran has been murdered.

Murdered?

Yes, murdered.
I found her in the cloakroom.

But why should anyone want
to kill her?

I suppose you both have alibis?

Alibis?

Can you prove where you were
when the murder was committed?

- Why, I...
- Why, of course we can.

I was in the public library
in the science room.

I stayed there until it was time
to take Janie to dinner.

- And Janie...
- Well, Janie?

What did you do this afternoon?

Why, just nothing.

I stayed around here until it was
time to meet Ed.

- Any witnesses?
- No. No, I was alone.

This is ridiculous. One look at Janie
ought to tell you that...

I like you for that, young man.

But unfortunately, the police, though they
may be fools, they're not sentimental fools.

Well, before the inspector gets here
to add to the muddle,

I'd like to look through
Louise's things.

- Maybe I'd better go then.
- Perhaps you had.

I love you, Ed, I don't care
who knows it.

That goes both ways, Janie.

Well, you might as well know it.
We're going to be married.

Well!

Those who try it once...
always try it again.

Must be something in it.

Now don't worry, dear,
it'll be all right.

I hope so.

Oh, it all seems so strange and terrible.

Why should anyone want
to kill Louise?

- What motive could there be?
- Motive?

Motive?

You think this little item might cast
any light on the subject?

Where's the ticket?

In my bag.

Let me see it, please.

131313.

Give it back to me!
It's half mine.

Well, you needn't look at me like that.
It is half mine.

I even loaned her the money
for her half.

Which would seem to make it
all yours now.

I, er... I don't see your name
mentioned in the account.

I left it all to Louise, I trusted her.

- You're going to have to prove that.
- Well, I can.

I can prove it!

Otto Schweitzer, the janitor.

Yes, he was the one who sold
the lottery tickets.

I guess that proves it.

Perhaps it does.

It also proves that you had an excellent
motive for murdering Louise Halloran.

- Well, what do you mean?
- $300,000 is a very useful sum.

Especially when a poor girl is
planning to marry a poor man.

- But it's not true, I...
- Let me think, girl!

Someone murdered Louise.

Didn't she have any keepsakes,
any letters,

any personal photographs
that would give us a clue?

Why...

Yes, I remember seeing a bundle
of letters.

She used to keep them locked
in the desk.

Why, it's open.

The lock has been forced.

Miss Withers, someone's been in here.

Even a detective could see that.

Hello?

- Mr. MacFarland!
- Oh, Miss Withers.

I've been trying to get you
all over town.

Something terrible has happened
at the school.

You're telling me?
Heard of it?

I discovered it.

At your home?
I'll come right over.

Well, Janie, the plot thickens.

I'll be seeing you.

Miss Withers,

I sent for you...

...because of your experience in the
Penguin Pool Murder case.

Well?

I, er... myself and the board,

are determined to get at the facts
behind this terrible tragedy.

You mean... you want me
to play detective?

Exactly.

And if you're successful, I might
consider a promotion.

Mercy sakes!

Then it's settled.

Now, tell me.
You were there this afternoon.

Did you see or here anything
that might identify the criminal?

I was there, Mr. MacFarland.

But I seem to have been
wool-gathering all afternoon.

Maybe I'm in love.

Oh, I hardly think that would
be the case.

Oh, of course I don't mean...
That is, I mean er...

Why, of course there's no
reason why...

Still waters run deep you know,
Mr. MacFarland.

Yes, I'm sure they do, I'm sure they do.

And to think that I sat calmly there...

writing essays while that poor...

Why, Miss Withers!

What's the matter?

That's a funny thing for me to do.

I ought to be able to stand
a little murder by now, I...

I sometimes think that... a case
like this a little stimulant...

Oh, of course I don't mean
a debauche.

Perhaps a dram, medicinally,
you know?

Why, of course, how thoughtless of me.
You wait right here.

I almost don't need this.

Thank you.

It's too late to do something
about it now.

I must be going.

I'll arrange for a substitute teacher
to take over your classes tomorrow.

And tip off the murderer
that I'm on his trail?

Oh, no. I think we'll let things
go on as usual.

But I counted on your leaving town.

Uh... Miss Halloran came from Chicago.

Her family is there.

- I thought a few days for investigation...
- I'll consider it.

- But I must have a free hand.
- Of course, certainly.

- Just an idea.
- Good night, Mr. MacFarland.

Good night.

Well, au revoir.

Oh...

You were the only one besides Schweitzer
that knew she had the lottery ticket.

- You planned the whole thing.
- I didn't! I tell you I didn't!

You murdered your best friend
for a mere sweepstakes prize.

A mere sweepstakes prize of $50.000.

I'd murder some people I know
for fifty cents.

Oh, the French secret police
are now with us.

I gave orders for the teachers
to be here at nine, it's now ten.

Ten after ten, Inspector.

Something important kept you,
I suppose.

Just the solution of the murder,
that's all.

Oh, that's fine. Everybody all
rounded up now, I take it?

Well, I haven't rounded up a lot of helpless
women for brow-beating anyway!

I never saw a helpless
woman in my life.

Sit down!

Now... you say...

Look, you've bullied her enough.

Anyone with a grain of sense could see
she's telling you the truth.

Oh, yeah? Alright, maybe
you'll talk.

Dragging a body around's pretty
tough work for a gal...

...but not too tough for a big
strong boy like yourself.

Wrong again, Oscar. I've checked
his alibi at the public library.

And, er... besides...

Why, the old goat.

Hey, you.

Come here.

Now, Mr. Principal, Miss Withers informs me
that you asked her to take this case.

- The police ain't good enough, eh?
- I acted hastily.

I realized that when I read of
Schweitzer's arrest in the morning papers.

Allow me to congratulate you.

You can congratulate Miss Withers.

After you've explained this.

Well? You recognize your own
handwriting, don't you?

Why, uh...

Um, ask him what he was doing in Louise
Halloran's apartment last night, Inspector.

She's trying to frame me!

Do you talk or do I let the boys
go to work on you?

I'll talk.

That's better.

Now, you sort of liked Louise
Halloran, didn't you?

No, I hated her.

So, you had a funny way
of showing it.

- "My own beloved Louise".
- I thought I loved her then.

But when I tried to end it, she refused
to give me back my letters.

She even threatened to turn those
letters over to my wife.

That's when you planned
to get rid of her, eh?

That's why you waited for her
last night in the cloakroom!

I didn't, I didn't I don't know
anything about that!

When was it you thought you were
in love with Louise Halloran?

I'm not accountable
to this woman.

- I refuse to answer.
- Come on, come on, when was it?

Last summer.

When she was visiting my camp.

Right under your wife's nose.

When did you stop loving her?

When I discovered that she was involved
with Addison Stevens.

Oh...

Well, what about it, Stevens?

Looks kind of bad for you, doesn't it?

I never heard of a man killing a girl
because she loved him, did you?

No, I can't say that I ever did.
Now, if she killed you...

But she didn't! And I for one can think
of better things to do than...

Such as what?

Well, for one thing, I'm going
to search the cellar again.

Still hopping on that cellar, huh?

I am! If Otto Schweitzer could appear
and disappear in the cellar,

- so could the murderer.
- Oh, relax, Hildegarde, relax.

Alright, you three can go home now.

But the first one that tries to skip
town goes to the lock-up.

Get them out of here, Smiley.

- Such a pretty girl too.
- What's that?

Oh, nothing at all, nothing at all,
Inspector.

Alright, boys, that's all.
You can go to the Station House.

Now let's look at the facts.

We've got good grounds for suspicion
against those three...

...and a clear case against Schweitzer.

That makes four.

All we've got to do is pick out
the right one.

You might try eeny-meeny-miny-moe.

- Hello, Inspector.
- Hello, Doc, did you get anything?

Oh, nothing much,

except the fact that it's one of the most
unnecessary murders I've ever known.

Aren't most murders unnecessary?

- You remember Miss Withers, Doc.
- How could I forget her?

This murder was most unnecessary...

because Louise Halloran was a dying woman
long before she was ever hit over the head.

Dying of what?

Pernicious anemia of the bones.

One of the least known and most
deadly forms of anemia.

So long.

Oh, Doctor.

Was Schweitzer a drunk
or just playing?

He was cockeyed!

- That settles it.
- Settles what?

I'm going to search the cellar.

You're not going down
in that cellar alone.

That's something you have
to decide for yourself, Oscar.

Spooky place.

Wish I'd brought my umbrella.

Say, it is dark down here, isn't it?

He says it's dark.
Nothing gets by you, Oscar.

You're a born detective.

- What's that?
- Who's there?

Oh, it's just some coal sliding down
in one of the bends.

Well, tell it to stop. And don't forget
it was in this basement...

...that someone stepped out from
nowhere and struck down Donahue.

We know who it was and he's
safe in jail.

I wish I were.

Alright, Smiley, you take this side
and I'll take this side over here.

Okay, Inspector.

Oscar, Oscar, what about me?

Why don't you go home?

Not I. I started this search
I'm going through with it.

Got any matches?
I'll go down the middle here.

And when I light a match
you'll know I've seen something.

Darn decent of you to keep us posted.

My last match.
Oh, I've dropped it!

Oh! What's the matter?

Who turned out those lights?

Who put out the lights?
Smiley, where are you?

I'm in the coal bin, Inspector.

Why did I drop that match?

Over here, Smiley, over this way,
bring that light.

- Hildegarde, where are you?
- Here.

What's happened?

Nothing's happened!

Oh.

Well, for the love of...

Right... right where my head
would have been...

...if I hadn't stooped down to look
for my match.

No, there may be fingerprints on it.

Smiley, quick, get up those stairs.
Somebody's down here.

- And turn on those lights!
- Okay!

Oscar Piper, you stay right here!

Whoever it was didn't go towards
the stairs anyway.

They went that way.

Well, this proves one thing.
Schweitzer's innocent.

He couldn't very well have thrown
this hatchet from his prison cell.

- Well, he had an accomplice.
- Oh, honestly, Oscar Piper!

I sometimes thinks if that so-called bulldog
spirit of yours is just plain mule.

Well, at least the mule's got
a mind of his own.

Well, come on, have you had
enough of this place?

Not at all.

Someone doesn't want us
to finish this search.

And that's just what we're going to do.

I gotta admit you can take it.

Hm, and don't forget, when necessary
I can dish it out too.

I wish you'd let me forget it.

Smiley, bring that flashlight
of yours over here.

Okay, Inspector.

Now stand by the stairs
and quit okaying me.

- Okay, Inspector.
- Come on.

Ugh, I have a feeling there are a lot
of thick, hairy bugs all around us.

Look. Straw.

Straw! That's it!

That's what was in Schweitzer's
eyebrows.

Oh, I suppose you're gonna tell me now
he took the gal on a straw ride.

Say, doesn't this all look
new to you?

New or old, nobody can escape
through a solid wall.

I was sure.

I was sure that straw would lead
to a hiding place with a secret exit.

Oh! I...

The ceiling moved!

It lifted when I hit it.

Oscar, help me, help me, quick!

- I'm going up here.
- Just a minute.

This is one time when it's
going to be ladies last.

Well I'll be.
Hey, you ought to get a load of this.

Well, I will if you get a load of me.

Up you come.

Well help yourself!

Why, this isn't the school
building at all!

I'll say it isn't.

That accounts for that new
wall down there.

Schweitzer dug an extension
under the warehouse.

Didn't you say there was a
warehouse next to the school?

Well, I didn't know it was
a liquor warehouse.

Oh, boy, the real McCoy.

Bonded stuff.

Duggan's Dew of Kirkintilloch.

Hm, so this is where Schweitzer
got his lowdown.

It was Schweitzer who sold
Louise Halloran her liquor.

And it was here that Schweitzer hid out
after he killed Louise Halloran.

Then who threw the hatchet?

Must have been someone
who knew the school.

And somebody that knew you
was in the cellar.

Oh, let's get out of here.

Smells like my uncle Henry
used to smell...

...when my mother wouldn't
let me kiss him good night.

Lead on fair lady.

- Have I got to go down here again?
- Go ahead.

Now Oscar, this is no time
for fooling!

Oh, relax, Hildegarde, relax!

Well, what do we know now
we didn't know before?

We know Schweitzer isn't the murderer.

He couldn't have thrown the hatchet.

Extra! Extra! Schweitzer escapes police!
Read all about it!

Hey, come here.

Extra! Extra!
Read all about it!

At large several hours.

So he couldn't have thrown
the hatchet.

Mule, am I?

Well go on, say it.

Have a cigar, Hildegarde.

That's not Donahue,
that's the invisible man.

I didn't get invisible soon enough,
that's the only trouble.

Get Schweitzer yet?

Well, I'll tell you about that.
We have and we haven't.

I get it. You haven't.

That about sums it up.

How's the brain today? Remember any more
of what happened in the cellar?

Well, I remember a sound behind me...

...and a crack, that was my head.

That's all.

Can't send anybody to the chair
on that evidence.

- Inspector, Mr. Van Blum to see you.
- Hello, Max.

- Nothing new?
- Nothing, except what we know already.

The dead girl had been suffering from
pernicious anemia of the bones.

Could that have been caused
by a poison?

- It isn't likely.
- But it's possible, isn't it?

I... I couldn't help hearing.

Oh, Hildegarde, you remember Max.

He helped us out on the
Penguin Pool Murder.

I certainly do.

- He's the very man I want to see.
- You're a very lucky man, Professor.

I'm sure. And what can I do
for you, Miss Withers?

Suppose I were to drink a glass
of gasoline or benzine.

- What would happen?
- She means what wouldn't happen, Max.

I should think by now, Oscar Piper, that you'd
know that I mean what I know. I mean, that I...

Well, what would happen, Professor?

Well, your stomach would reject
the fluid instantly.

But suppose it was given
in small doses, drop by drop?

Hm, that's a very clever
question, Miss Withers.

Now, last year in Paris,

Prof. Landru gave small daily doses
of benzine to a little monkey...

- ...over a period of two weeks.
- What happened?

The monkey died of pernicious anemia
of the bones.

The disease that would have killed Louise
Halloran had she not been murdered.

Exactly.

Hey, what are them two talking
about, for the love of Mike?

What do you care? You're lucky
they're not both in bed with you.

One more question, Professor.
About ants.

Now she's got ants.

Don't be vulgar, Inspector!

Is there any poison that would be
instantly fatal to an ant...

...but which she would enjoy drinking?

Let me see, um...

- Kerosene, for instance.
- Or benzine?

Yes, any petroleum derivative.

And you can conceal the strong taste
of such a poison in liquor?

- Couldn't you?
- You could.

If the drink was brought out
during Prohibition.

Benzine...

liquor...

ants...

Eureka! I've got it!

- Eureka, she's got it.
- I know who killed Louise Halloran.

- I know it!
- Well, who was it?

Never you mind who it was. Yet.

Never I mind? Say, what do you think I'm
doing in this job, designing the costumes?

You're just the man who gives out
announcements to the newspapers.

And you're going to give an announcement
that Donahue has recovered his memory.

Oh, I am, am I? What's that
gonna get us?

If you were the murderer and you read
that Donahue could remember everything,

what would be your next plan
about Donahue?

I suppose I'd really set out
to bump him off.

Well, that's exactly what
the murderer will try to do.

Say, wait a minute, don't I have
a vote in this?

All you do is wait. The murderer
will do all the work.

- Come on, Oscar.
- That's not a bad idea at that.

Flatterer.

Hey, wait a minute! Inspec...

Miss Wi... Will you pl.. wait a minute!

Extra! School murder sensation!

Slayer identified!
Extry!

All about the big school murder!

Let go of my arm!
This is an outrage!

I demand to be released!

Where is your warrant for my arrest?

You wouldn't arrest a man without
a warrant, would you, officer?

Arrest him? Why, I just used
a little persuasion.

Assault and battery is more like it.

Officer, I warn you, stand aside...
atchoo!

What's going on here?

He was all piped and ready to skip
town when I called at the house.

Uh, nothing of the kind...
I had a little quarrel with my wife.

- And I was going to a hotel?
- The wages of sin, Mr. MacFarland.

Well, folks, the party's off anyway.

The excitement was too much
for poor old Donahue.

They've given him a hypo and he'll be
dead to the world till morning.

Well, of all the nerve, after keeping
us waiting for an hour.

Sorry, can't be helped.

We'll let you know when we
want you again.

- Does that mean that we may go?
- You may.

But...

Don't let me catch you trying to
register at the Martha Washington.

Thank you.

Hey, how about ditching
the boyfriend...

...and having a bowl of chop suey
with me later, huh?

Certainly not.

Smiley.

Those two look kind of jumpy to me,
better keep your eye on them.

Yes, sir!

I'll bet you'd have a detective along
on your own honeymoon.

Well, it might not be bad at that.

How did you like my acting when I pulled
that poor Donahue stuff?

Very good, very good.

I ought to be a detective
in the movies.

You could do all the acting,
and the author could solve the crime.

Some day I'm gonna write a good
murder of my own.

Relax, Oscar, relax.

Well! Congratulations, Mr. Donahue.

The murderer should be on
his way here by now.

If we played our cards right,
he thinks you're out cold.

Easy pickings.

But it may not be a he murderer,
you know, Oscar.

It might be a lady.

What are you trying to do,
arouse my chivalry?

I think I'll get well quicker at home!

Get back in that bed!

Get back and go to sleep.

Sleep!

You might try counting sheep
jumping over a fence.

Did you arrange about the
floor nurses, Oscar?

They're to leave their desks
every half hour or so...

...so as to leave the halls empty.

Good... Hm, this water ought
to look like medicine.

Let go. Let...

Inspector! Did you bring your rod?

This is one time when I wouldn't
be without it.

- What about this light cord?
- Okay.

Now remember, Oscar,
no matter what happens...

don't turn on that light or come out
of the closet till I call your name.

Get it?

Got it.

- Yoo-hoo, yoo-hoo.
- Ahh!

Now lie down, go to sleep.

Like a good boy.

There!

Breathe deeply and heavenly, Donahue.

Remember, you're supposed to be
in a state of coma.

Well, here goes.

23.301, 23.302, 23.303...

23...

23.304, 23.305, 23.306, 23...

Os... Oscar, Oscar!

Put'em up, Schweitzer!

No janitor this time, Inspector.
We're catching them bigger this season.

You know Mr. Stevens,
I believe?

The Inspector was inclined to
overlook me from the start.

It'll be my pleasure to give you my
undivided attention from now on.

You ought to thank the lady, Inspector.

Why, if it wasn't for her, Janie and I'd be
packing out trunks for a cruise to paradise.

You're going on a cruise, my boy,
but it'll be a cruise to nowhere.

Maybe you're right, Inspector.

And the sooner I'm on my way,
the better.

Hey, you can't do that! You can't
cheat the chair... I'll get a doctor.

Oscar! Oscar!

This is my doing.
Let it end my way.

The hemlock cup was invented centuries
before the electric chair.

Why did you do it, Stevens?

The motive.

I guess that bothered you, didn't it?

Well... last summer...

Louise and I were... were married.

Secretly.

and...

she wouldn't...

...she wouldn't let me go.

It's come back to me now.

Darkness...

Footsteps behind me...

Eyes staring at me.

A hand with a hatchet!

I remember, Inspector!
It was Stevens that hit me!

Perhaps now you can remember
who shot Lincoln.

It's German sinkers!

Well, that's all over.

All over your vest if that's
what you mean.

Oh, get away.
That was there before.

I mean, uh... Well, we cleaned
that case up pretty neatly, huh?

Yes... I guess we did.

Now all I gotta do is run it
over on my mind...

...so when the reporters ask me
I can just rattle it right off.

About that library alibi of Stevens'.

Seems to me I handed that
over to you.

How was it that that worked out?

Well, instead of staying
at the library...

...where he had signed for a valuable
book which could not be taken out,

he hid the book, went out,

committed the murder, returned to the
library and returned the book.

Just as if he'd been sitting there
reading all the time.

Not a perfect alibi, was it?

No, that's why it fooled me.

But just the kind of an alibi most
innocent men would have.

Just a moment!

And another thing.

You said you heard Louise Halloran
walk out of the school...

...and you five minutes later discovered
her corpse in the cloakroom.

That's why I was sure it wasn't Schweitzer.
His feet were too big.

The murderer put on Louise's slippers,
went down the hall,

out of the building, tossed the slipper
in through the window...

...from the street and returned
to the school.

- Sure, sure.
- What do you mean sure, sure?

Well, sure, I was just checking up
your theories with mine.

Suppose I check mine up with
yours for a change.

What were yours on that music
on the blackboard?

- Music on the blackboard?
- Yes.

Look, this. What do you
make of this?

How do I know?
What am I, a crooner?

The first note is A, the second D,

This is repeated, A-D, A-D.

Now, these marks in musical
language mean "whole"

So this translation is "wholeD A-D".

- "Hold AD"
- Ad Stevens.

Then Louis Halloran suspected
him all along, huh?

That's why he had to kill her the way he did.
She refused to drink any more of his liquor.

In which he'd been giving her
benzine drop by drop.

Hm, slow poison, eh?

Just like I said.

Well, anyway, slow poison.

Well, I guess you and I check up
about right on most points.

I gotta be running.

- Just one thing I'm worried about.
- What's that?

Janie Davis.

She seemed to love Stevens so much.

She must be suffering now.

I'm going to call her up.

Going romantic on me, are you?

Don't worry, she'll get over it.

Dames always do.

Maybe dames do, but Jane is a lady.

Hello.
Hello...

Is that you, Janie darling?

But... who is this?

Smiley North?

What are you doing there?

Having breakfast?

Well I'll be d...

Well, you wanted a happy ending.

My idea of a merry ending is not
marrying a policeman.

Oh, I get it.
Proposals are out.

Well, a fellow could come up
and see you sometime, couldn't he?

Why, Oscar Piper!

Why, you dreadful man!

You get out of here!
Come on, get out!

Insulted at my age!

Better late than never, sister.

That will do.

- Subtitles -
Lu�s Filipe Bernardes