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Twenty-two, forty, Lakeview Road.

Got it.

Now, don't let anyone touch the body or
anything around it.

We'll be right there.

Joe, send a squad car.

Hello, Tracy.

Tracy isn't here.

This is Pat Patton.

We'll try to find him, Lakeview Road.

Okay, I'll see what I can do.

It's murder, he says.

Does that mean Mr. Dick Tracy won't have
dinner with me tonight at all?

Oh, sure.

Sure, Tess, you lead.

That sounds very much like something Dick
said nearly four hours ago.

Well, at least you got this far.

This far?

I'm not engaged to a major homicide squad.

Why didn't I fall in love with a retired
businessman?

I'll get Tracy.

Maybe he can answer that one.

Come on, Johnny, you might as well talk.

Who robbed that payroll truck?

Let me handle him, Tracy.

I think I can make him talk.

We're waiting, Johnny.

Homicide, Dick.

Just got the call.

You better step on it.

2240 Lakeview Road.

Murder, 9-11 Laurel?

9-11 Laurel?

That's where I live.

My mother?

You said murder.

My mother's there.

What's happened to her?

I've got to get to my mother.

I've got to find out who robbed that
payroll truck.

Who are you shielding, Johnny?

I've got to get out of here.

Who held up the truck?

Flip Gordon.

Your mother's all right, Johnny.

But you just said that...

The only way I could get you to talk and
clear yourself at the same time.

All right, boys, clean up Johnny and send
him home.

Tell the chief it's okay.

And pick up Flip Gordon.

Yes, sir.

Dirty trick to play as a kid when I knew
he was innocent.

That was the only way I could make him
talk.

And you gave me the idea.

I must be improving.

All the time.

Hey, Dick, how about Tess?

Holy smoke, our dinner date.

She must be starved.

Make yourself comfortable.

Tess will only be a few more minutes.

But, Dick, I...

Hello, Dick.

Hello, Manning.

What's the dope?

She was a schoolteacher named Dorothy
Stafford.

About 40 years old.

Quiet, few friends.

Lived a couple houses down the block.

Any trace of the murder weapon?

No.

The only thing we've found so far is Miss
Stafford's handbag.

Who reported it?

Mr. Hill, but he wasn't the first to reach
the body.

Oh, she's over here.

Miss Stanley, this is Detective Tracy and
Detective Patton.

How do you do, Miss Stanley?

Did you see anybody in the block before
you found Miss Stafford?

No.

A friend drove me home from work and let
me out on the corner.

I didn't see or hear anyone until I got
right here.

Then these people started coming out of
their houses...

just a few seconds earlier.

It would have been me lying there.

Nobody would have any reason to kill Miss
Stafford.

Could have happened to any of us.

Only a fiend could have flashed it like
that.

Have one of the boys take Miss Stanley
home.

Get their name.

Miss Stanley, what's your name,
Miss?

Pat Chandler.

It's for a concert at the Lyceum Hall.

Say, that's where she was coming from when
she got knifed.

Twenty dollars and some silver.

Well, that rules out robbery.

The neighbors are right.

We've got a maniac to find.

Identification card.

Balance of seventeen hundred dollars.

No recent withdrawals.

Drop of five hundred dollars in small
bills... and put in Speed Sweepers trash can.

Corner of Lakeview and Ash at eight
tomorrow night.

Splitface.

I can spell better than that.

You spell the important words all right.

Yeah, Mr. Splitface knows how to spell
five hundred dollars.

Dick.

Tracy.

What time is it?

Why, it's a little late, Tess.

It's almost eleven o'clock.

Eleven o'clock?

Guess that's all for tonight, Pat.

We may as well go home.

It isn't one thing, it's another.

Dick Tracy residence.

Mrs. Carraway speaking.

Who?

Oh, hello, Mr. Patton.

Oh, no, I wouldn't think of calling Mr.
Tracy now.

He didn't get home till three or four o
'clock this morning.

I'm sure he's exhausted.

He's in a coma.

He's in a coma.

Oh.

Just a minute, Mr. Patton.

Just a minute.

Morning.

Morning.

Hello, Pat.

Dick.

Anything wrong?

The chief wants us over at the mayor's
office.

Too sweet.

I'll pick you up right away.

Mayor's office?

I'll be ready.

Mayor's office.

Junior had his breakfast yet?

Oh, an hour ago.

He's upstairs in his room.

Working on a very strange cape.

I'll see what he's up to.

Good morning, Dick.

Hello, Junior.

What have you got there?

Something very funny happened around here
last night.

That so?

Yeah, there was a prowler in the house.

Anything missing?

Yeah, plenty.

Any clues?

I'm afraid I'll have to fingerprint you.

Hey, you don't suspect me.

Mrs. Carraway says a lot of stuff is
missing from the icebox.

Yeah, they sure do.

Look at these, Dick.

You've got me dead to rights, Officer.

You better talk.

Might as well come clean.

It'll go a lot easier on you if you do.

And on your accomplice, too.

How did you know I wasn't alone?

Lipstick.

Test?

Yeah.

But I'm taking the rep.

It was too late to go to a restaurant,
so we...

We went to the kitchen.

Oh, heck, you confess too easy.

I thought this case would take me all day.

So you could stay out of school?

Let's go.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Patton.

Good morning.

Hello, Pat.

I'll be right with you.

You've got to hurry, Dick.

Hi, Junior.

Any new crimes?

Why, I've got to go to school.

Well, land sakes, aren't you even going to
have your breakfast?

I'll get a cup of coffee downtown.

Come on, Pat.

See you.

Bye, Mrs. Carraway.

Goodbye.

Good morning, Chief.

Good morning, Ma'am.

Good morning.

What's happened?

The mayor will explain.

Here, Tracy, read this.

Cave special delivery a half an hour ago.

Wrap up $10,000 in small bills and put in
street sweeper's trash can at corner of

Davidson and 9th Street at 11 tomorrow
night or be slashed to pieces.

Splitface.

The same handwriting and the same words
misspelled.

Well, if you know the handwriting, of
course you can tell me who Splitface is.

The man who killed Mr. Stafford.

Just a moment.

Did Your Honor know Dorothy Stafford?

Well, I can't recall.

Why?

Did she get one of these extortion
letters?

Yes.

For $500.

That's what's strange.

An extortionist doesn't usually demand $500
from one victim and $10,000 from another.

You mean he'd operate in one bracket?

That's right.

Well, what are you going to do,
Chief?

Now, don't worry, Your Honor.

We'll assign bodyguards to you
immediately.

Bodyguards?

Those are the fellows that always shoot
second.

I guarantee your safety.

You do?

I suppose if you don't
live up to your guarantee,

you'll bring your resignation
over to my funeral.

Now, Mayor.

Now, look!

I only want one thing and you know what
that is.

Splitface!

I've gone through every crank letter and
extortion message in our files.

There's nothing that even looks like the
writing of this splitface.

Do I give anything more on Mr. Stafford?

One thing.

Going through her personal
effects in business papers

that kept coming out the
name of Wilbert Thomas.

Who is he?

Well, that's what's funny.

I asked all our school teacher friends and
none of them ever heard of him.

But he's in the phone book and I've been
calling him all night.

Let's go out to his house.

We can wait for him if he hasn't arrived
by the time we get there.

That's the number.

Just like the Stafford woman.

Throat slashed, knife cuts and face and
chest.

I'm only a couple of minutes late.

Call headquarters.

I want the neighborhood combed.

Right.

He stepped in some oil in that driveway.

When you phone, get the car and cruise
around until you spot me.

Say, does he live in this place?

I don't know.

Yes.

My name's Owens.

Steve Owens.

I followed a man into your backyard and
lost him.

I believe he's taken refuge in your house.

That's impossible.

I've been home all evening.

But come in and look around if you'd like
to.

This man slashed his school teacher to
death.

And committed another murder not far from
here tonight.

I guess a crazy killer like that can give
you police a lot of trouble.

You never know where or when he may get
the urge to kill again.

Let's take a look at the back.

This way.

I'll be right back.

I found this window opening some blood
stains on the carpet.

That man named Owens lives here.

I'll keep him busy in the study.

Continue looking the place over.

You're alone in the house tonight,
Mr. Owens.

Yes.

My daughter is visiting relatives out of
town.

Our cook goes home every night.

Would you sit down?

Thanks.

It's very unusual for me to spend an
evening at home like this.

I own the Paradise Club.

Did you ever know a woman named Dorothy
Stafford?

That's the school teacher who was killed.

Yes.

I never heard of her until I read about
the murder.

Did you ever hear of a man who calls
himself Splitface?

No.

Who is he?

The killer.

I'm concerned about your safety,
Mr. Owens.

My assistant.

I think we'd better leave a police guard
with you.

I don't think that will be necessary.

Apparently you had this man cornered in my
backyard...

and he ran through the house to get away.

He's not likely to come back.

He's not in the house now, anyway.

Good night, Mr. Owens.

Good night.

I didn't find a thing, Dick.

No weapons, no blood stains on his
clothes...

and the shoes in the closet are all clean.

Maybe he's telling the truth.

Maybe he isn't.

Maybe he isn't.

But right now we're going back to the
Thomas house.

Hello, Dick.

Hello, Manning.

I thought I had him, but I ran second.

Too bad.

Is Thomas all right?

What did you find on him?

Usual stuff.

Wallet, around 50 bucks, medium price
watch.

Dick Tracy reporting.

Oh, it is calling.

I was afraid you wouldn't talk to me if I
gave my right name.

Did I apologize for last night?

No, you didn't.

But I suppose I'll have to forgive you.

I wouldn't think I'd really forgive it
unless you let me make up for it tonight.

Tonight?

She had me swell.

Good, Tess.

I'll call for you early.

We'll dine.

We'll dance.

Maybe we'll even look at the moon.

You can't fool me for a minute,
Dick Tracy.

I know you're not going off upon.

You're going out for work.

And if you examine the moon, it'll be for
fingerprints.

You're wrong, Tess.

Work's forgotten.

And besides that, I have something
interesting to tell you.

Know what?

Tracy is crazy about you.

What about your date with the mayor?

The mayor?

He's just a figurehead.

Nobody pays any attention to him.

That doesn't sound like you, Tracy.

Pick you up at eight.

So I'm just a figurehead, eh?

So no one pays any attention to me,
huh?

Of course not, Your Honor.

I mean, won't you sit down?

So my life's in danger and no one pays any
attention to me.

No wonder our citizens are being slashed
to ribbons by some maniac.

Your Honor, we're all doing everything
possible.

Have you forgotten if I don't put $10,000
in some trash can tonight, that I'm going

to join Miss Stafford and Wilbert Thomas
in the morgue?

We've checked the movements of Thomas.

Thomas is dead.

Have you checked the movements of this
split face?

That's what I want to know.

We have a suspect.

I've told the mayor about Owens.

He wants us to arrest him.

If we do an attorney, we'll get him out in
a few hours.

All we'll do is put him on his guard.

Has Your Honor ever met Owens or Thomas?

I may have.

I meet lots of people.

I'm a popular man.

But remember, I expect action.

And before 11 o'clock tonight.

Well, it looks like no soap.

I've been standing here for three hours,
and my feet are killing me.

You didn't really expect them to show up,
did you?

Why not?

We put the package in the can,
just as the note instructed.

I don't think split face is especially
interested in a package of money.

You mean Stafford,
Thomas, the mayor, were all

marked for murder,
whether they paid or not?

Right.

Don't have you, Stafford, got a note
asking $500.

She didn't pay it and was killed.

Thomas got a note asking $500.

She got one and paid $1,000.

He was killed.

Sane or crazy, there's some central idea
behind it.

Some spring that ties all these people
together.

That's encouraging.

What am I going to tell the mayor about
tonight?

Congratulate him on being alive.

And ask him where he ever encountered
Stafford, Thomas, and Seabones.

We might as well go.

No.

It would only take a
minute to call and I... Quiet.

Oh, Mr. Tracy, good evening.

Oh, Jules.

Good evening.

A table for Mr. Tracy.

It's a pleasure to see you, Mr. Tracy.

This way, please.

I see what you mean.

You're the best known unknown I've ever
known.

Mr. Rolls are on this evening?

I'm not sure, but I'll find out,
Mr. Tracy.

I'll

let you know as soon as I find out myself.

Mr. Tracy asked me about your father.

He did.

All right.

Good evening, Mr. Tracy.

I'm Judith Owen.

You were asking about...

Why, yes.

Oh, this is Miss...
How do you do?

I'm so happy to know you, too.

I've been away for a few days.

When I came home this
morning, my father told

me about your visit
to the house last night.

Your father has good nerves.

That experience would have terrified a lot
of people.

But he took it right in stride.

I'm certainly glad you were there.

But do you think it was entirely an accident
that the killer ran through our house?

That's what I've been asking myself.

Where's your father now, Miss Jones?

He's not here tonight.

Is he at home?

No.

No, and right after he left, I saw a man
walking through our garden.

I was frightened, so
I jumped in my car as

quickly as possible and
came right to the club.

Would you let me have the key to your
house?

Well, yes, of course.

Darling, I'm terribly sorry.

Do you mind waiting?

Oh, no, you're not going to leave me here.

You're staying in a car, Miss.

Not me.

I'd feel safer with you.

I don't expect to find anyone around here
now.

I got her key so I could make a thorough
search of the house while they're both out.

Well, then I'll help you.

Don't worry about being blight.

You go first.

Something wrong?

Must be the fuse.

Let's take a look at the master switch.

You take a look.

I'm staying right here.

Dick?

Dick?

Dick?

Dick?

Dick?

Who are you and what are you doing up
here?

I?

Oh, I am Professor Linwood J.

Starley, Astrologist, Doctor of the Occult
Sciences.

How long have you been up here?

Time and space are beyond human
conception.

Cut out the double talk.

I'm from police headquarters.

Obviously.

Well, I've been here since darkness fell,
meditating, communing with my soul,

studying the course of the stars.

Sagittarius.

Did you see anyone cross this room a
moment ago?

No.

Oh, but I wouldn't have
unless he flashed momentarily

across the section of the
heavens at which I was looking.

You see, I'm a man who knows how to
concentrate.

Where do you live?

All right, go ahead.

Let's have a look at it.

Go ahead.

I suppose you'd like to prowl around a
bit.

Any objections?

None.

Being a Doctor of the Mystic Sciences,
I'm used to the persecutions of the police.

I'll beck you while at that.

While you're amusing yourself, you
won't mind if I return to my telescope.

Oh, now, the stars will be there a long
time, and I may be only a few minutes.

And I might want to chat if I find
something interesting.

Have a chat.

Over here.

It's more certainly located.

And you can keep an eye on me.

Stupid fools, the police.

If they had my knowledge
of the occult and this

crystal ball, there'd be
no need of detectives.

In it, I can see anything.

And there wouldn't be any crooks either.

Because you could look in there and foresee
what's at the end of the line for them.

Might discourage them.

Blood drips from two.

So you didn't see anybody cross the roof.

Maybe you ought to take another look at
that crystal ball.

Blood drips from two.

What?

Blood drips from two knives.

But there will be twelve more.

Fourteen people.

Men and women.

Rich and poor.

I see fourteen people.

And all of them are dying.

Yes.

When the last of the fourteen is dead,
the cycle will be complete.

But now... Now
I see a fifteenth.

He is... Well, mow me down.

He's having his fortune told.

Well, whatever we were doing, it's over
now.

What do you mean?

Professor here was telling
me some very interesting

things when you crashed in
and snapped them out of it.

I don't believe it.

I couldn't have told you anything.

I don't even know what you're looking for.

This is one of the things I'm looking for.

And I found it without the help of your
crystal ball.

Under your mattress.

You probably also put it there.

The man I chased across your roof put it
there.

Well, I... I don't know
anything about it.

I never saw it before.

Maybe if we take him down to headquarters
and put him in another trance,

it'll refresh his memory.

Just a minute.

You boys better stay around until we send
somebody up to fix the lock on his door.

Right.

This is Professor Stalin, Tess.

Take a good look and tell me if you ever
saw him before.

Of course you've never seen me before.

Have you?

Tess.

Look at me, Tess.

Are you sure you never saw him before?

I-I'm positive.

Take him to headquarters.

Have this checked by the medical examiner.

We want to know if it's the weapon that
killed Mr. Stafford and Thomas.

Okay.

See you later.

Let's go, Professor.

Do you feel all right?

Of course.

Why?

You acted like you were hypnotized.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Say, who was that man, anyway?

The professor?

Uh-huh.

He's a doctor of the mystic sciences and a
darn good hypnotist.

Well, do you think he's split-faced?

You're the one to answer that.

You saw a split-face and owns his hallway.

Oh, but that horrible
scarred face... Just count that.

It could be a trick make-up job.

Well, then, Owens, too, could be split
-faced.

Exactly.

And we're going right back to the Paradise
Club.

What for?

I'm going to make Judith Owens producer,
Father, so you can get a look at him, too.

You can bring our dinner now.

Dinner?

We are getting ready to close.

Everybody in the kitchen has gone home.

But I can bring you some coffee,
if you please.

Let's have some.

I'm so glad you're back.

I've been trying to reach your
headquarters.

Did you see anyone at the house tonight?

Yes, but they saw us first.

They got away.

Oh, I'm so worried.

I don't understand what's going on.

Now Dad has disappeared.

What makes you think so?

Well, he hasn't come in all evening,
and he's not at the house.

Where was he supposed to go when he went
out tonight?

Dad likes to gamble.

Yes, he has a club uptown and an
apartment.

I suppose he was there last night,
too.

Maybe we should drop over there.

No, no.

No, it wouldn't do any good.

He left there at nine o'clock to come
here.

That's what worries me.

Well, remember to give me the address.

I may look in there later anyway.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I...

I'll go with you.

My nose could stand a little pouty,
too.

Oh, but I was going to make a telephone
call.

Did you think of some place else your
father might be?

No, no.

I was going to call some
friends and make arrangements

to stay the night with
them until I heard from Dad.

Until we know who Splitface is,
you wouldn't be safe even with friends.

Anyway, it won't be necessary to make a
call because I'm taking you with me.

I'm under arrest?

Let's call it protective custody.

But... but jail... I didn't
say anything about jail.

Where then?

Maybe I can take you home with me.

Well, how cozy.

I've got a housekeeper who's also a good
cook.

And we'd better be going.

Yes, because we'll have to stop by my
place long enough for me to pack a bag.

Pack a bag?

You going someplace?

I've had a hankering for some of Mrs.
Carraway's good cooking.

Besides, I wouldn't want Miss Owens to be
lonesome.

Well, I've looked through
all the books and I can't find

a picture of the man that
jumped out of Owens' closet.

Forget at page one of volume one and go
through them again.

You'll have to stop and study each
picture.

I did.

But you can't expect to find a picture
that looks exactly as he did last night.

We might have one that was taken before he
got that scar.

I just had a call from the mayor.

He says he doesn't remember ever meeting
Stafford or Thomas...

and only knows Steve Owens vaguely as
being a nightclub operator.

You know, I think Owens is split-faced.

Didn't Dick show you a picture of him?

No, for the simple reason that there
aren't any.

Owens' daughter says he has an aversion to
having pictures taken.

Please, it's bad luck.

Strange his disappearing right after split
-face jumped you in his house.

It's strange how well
his daughter's holding up

after all she admits that
he might be murdered.

Hey, look, I found a surgical supply
dealer...

who admits selling three of these to an
undertaker on Pine Street.

What would an undertaker want with a
surgical instrument?

They use them for post-mortems.

We'd better both go right out there.

You stay with the pictures, Tess.

Business seems to be quiet.

He can't be getting any split-faced
customers.

Hey, maybe he's split-faced.

Good afternoon.

May I help you?

We're from the homicide squad.

Oh, I'm sure there have been no
irregularities.

I have burial certificates for all.

That's all right.

I just want you to take a look at this.

The dealer says it's one of three he sold
you recently.

Yes, yes, I believe it is.

It's strange.

They all disappeared soon after I bought
them.

Do you think one of your employees stole
them?

No, no, I have a small establishment and I
do most of the work myself.

Where did you keep the knives?

I'll show you.

I have as fine a collection of caskets as
there is in the city.

Well, congratulations.

Thank you.

I do most of my work in here at knives.

And this door is frequently left open?

Oh, yes.

And I suppose if the
telephone rings, you have

to go into the front
office to answer it, right?

Yes.

That would make it pretty easy
for anyone to wait until you were

called to the front office and
slip in and steal the knives.

Yes, yes, it would.

Now, this is where I kept the knives.

Careless of me, perhaps, but one doesn't
expect thieves in a place like this.

It is a strange place for a murderer to
come for a weapon.

A murderer?

Oh, dear me, I am sorry.

Did you ever know a man who calls himself
Splitface?

No.

I can't believe Splitface would come here
only to obtain a weapon.

What do you mean?

Maybe you were number one on his list.

And some lucky accident frightened him
away when he came to kill you.

Wait a minute.

What about Professor Starling?

Do you know him?

Oh, never.

I read in the papers that one of the
knives was found in his room.

Isn't he the murderer?

I don't know.

Good-bye, Mr. Duthridge.

I shall not speak except on advice of
counsel.

I hope you boys haven't been annoyed at
Professor.

The shoe's on the other foot.

He's got me ready to confess to anything.

How long have they been questioning you?

Time and space are beyond human
conception.

Leave them with me for a while.

Okay.

Relax, Professor Starling.

Those fellows, meanwhile, they just get
too enthusiastic.

Mine is well relaxed.

Let you and I play a word game.

We'll get our minds off this for a minute.

Don't class me with the morons who usually
fall into your net.

I know all about your word games.

If you've told us the truth, the word
can't trip you.

Come on, Professor.

Two minutes of playing, I promise you
won't be bothered for the rest of the day.

Go ahead if you think it'll get you
anything.

I'll say a word then you speak the first
word that comes into your mind.

Light.

Dark.

Fish.

Water.

Snake.

Grass.

Cold.

Cable.

Chair.

Knife.

Knife.

Surgeon.

Blood.

Stain.

Extortion.

Letter.

Man.

Women.

Desperate.

Desperate.

There's no such word.

What does it suggest?

Nothing.

Thanks ever so much, Professor.

You've helped me more than you realize.

Take care of the Professor.

And leave orders he's not to be disturbed
again today.

I'm getting groggy, Dick.

I've been through these books a half a
dozen times.

Then skip it.

As soon as I've had a word with Pat,
we'll go out to the house for dinner.

Hello, Dick.

Hello.

What did you get out of it, Pat?

Well, he tripped over the critical words
like knife, extortion, death ridge.

I think he knows our undertaking friend.

At least by name.

Anyway, I'm going to bring them face to
face.

Do you want me to bring death ridge down
here?

Yes.

But we'll let the Professor worry for an
hour or so first.

Get something to eat.

Then pick up death ridge.

Call me at the house as soon as you have
them.

Okay.

See you later, Ted.

Bye.

Nobody's coming around here without me
knowing it.

Well, good work, Junior.

What have you got to report?

No strangers called today?

Well, Miss Orns didn't go out.

Hello there.

Everything all right?

No.

No?

Better run along and wash up for dinner.

Okay.

I'm a prisoner here and you know it.

A prisoner?

Well, look at me.

What's wrong?

I have no clothes.

You know, I just can't go out in an
evening gown in the daytime.

You were going to take me home after lunch
so I could pack some dresses.

I'm sorry.

We'll go over there this evening.

I don't want to go there at night.

Then we'll go in the morning.

I have nothing to wear in the morning.

Dinner's ready.

Anything wrong between you and your guest?

No.

Too bad.

I'll see if I can't stir up something.

Let's get dinner.

I've changed my mind.

I'd like to go home and get my clothes now
if you'll go with me.

By the way, 14.

What comes in groups of 14?

What in the world are you talking about?

The professor.

I'm thinking about his cycle of 14.

Men and women.

Rich and poor.

All dying.

Oh, well, that could be most anything.

From a family dinner to two poker games.

Chief Chase, the residence.

Oh, yes, Chief.

Chief Brandon.

Thanks.

Hello, Chief.

We still haven't heard anything from Pat.

And definitely he doesn't answer his
phone.

I'll run right over there.

Right away.

I have to run downtown, but I won't be
long.

What about my clothes?

We'll get them later.

Can I go with you, Dick?

I'm depending on you to watch things here.

Somebody slugged me from behind.

Pat said you were on the way to the
office.

Deathridge dead, huh?

Yeah.

I came down to get the professor.

I want to take him out there and show him
Deathridge.

Although this sure gives an airtight
alibi.

Not quite.

What?

The professor was released on a writ of
habeas corpus.

When?

An hour or so ago.

That's why I wanted to see you tonight.

What do you want?

I'm up here.

But I... I... I'm on up.

You shouldn't have come back here.

I've been in jail for 24 hours.

I know that, you fool.

I sent the lawyer.

They got you out.

Oh.

Well, why did you want to get me out?

I wanted you out before you talked any
more.

Fourteen will die, you said.

But you were wrong.

Fifteen will die.

Fifteen?

What do you mean?

Fifteen.

Because I can't take a chance.

I knew any longer.

All those years, thinking.

Thinking of nothing except death.

Except paying them back.

Getting even.

You think I'm going to let you stop me?

I'm not trying to stop you.

What have I done to stop you?

I know about those rotten letters you've
been writing.

I didn't care.

Until they brought the cops to your door.

I admit that I wrote them, but it was an
easy way to get the money.

And it didn't hurt you any.

Not as long as you were going to kill them
anyway.

I'll give you half the money.

I got a thousand from Thomas.

And now there's death rates.

He'll pay.

No, there isn't death rates.

I paid him a visit tonight.

Funny.

He saw me.

He looked just like you look now.

No.

No, don't.

Don't be frightened.

This knife is very sharp.

You won't hurt.

Not like when I got this face.

It wasn't done so nice.

Besides, people won't have to look at you.

And turn sick at the sight of you.

No, it's no good killing me.

She saw you.

She knows you.

She'll identify you.

You're going fast.

There's nothing anybody can do.

Who is Splitface?

Professor, who is he?

Why did he want to kill you?

She's the mayor's wife, right?

Thank you for coming down, your honor.

Listen, Tracy.

What's all this nonsense about me telling
you who Splitface is?

I'll tell you.

I'll come to that in just a moment.

The professor was the exhaustionist,
true enough.

It totals a thousand dollars.

And it's made up of the
exact number of fives, tens,

and twenties that Wilbert
Thomas drew from the bank.

The professor and Splitface were partners?

I doubt it.

But the professor knew Splitface.

Maybe from prison.

And he was wise to him.

He saw a chance to pick up some money.

Well, what's all this got to do with me
telling you who Splitface is?

The professor said
that 14 people, men and

women, rich and poor,
were marked for murder.

Could he make any statement before he
died?

But 14 people, in such very financial
circumstances, and of both sexes,

would have to become associated in only
one place that I can think of.

That would be a jury box.

Twelve jurors and two alternates.

Did you ever serve on a jury in a criminal
trial, your honor?

Well, yes.

Can you remember the year you served as a
juror?

Well, I was in the grocery business.

Now, let me think.

It was the year we moved from Larchmont
to... Can you remember who was being tried?

Well, I recall the case perfectly.

The defendant was a criminal.

He stabbed his sweetheart to death.

That sounds like the Alexis Banning case.

Now it all comes back to me.

Alexis Banning is the name.

He was crazy then.

Why?

When we brought in the verdict,
he screamed he'd kill us all.

Put out a general alarm for Alexis
Banning.

He is Splitface.

We interrupt this program for a special
news bulletin.

The police have identified the maniac
killer... who has been terrorizing the city.

He is Alexis Banning, alias Splitface.

Well, after that, there should be no
objection...

to my leaving this charming little jail.

People are asked to be on the lookout.

No, I'm not asking you to leave.

No, I'm sure it'll be all right.

Only if your father decides to come out of
hiding...

it would be nice if he'd get in touch with
Mr. Tracy.

Well, good night.

Good night.

I've got a phone, Dick.

I'll talk to him.

I want a report on his out get.

Okay.

If you want me, I'll be up in the lab.

I'm checking some fingerprints on Billy
Brown's piggy bank.

Looks like we got his old man red handed
this time.

Mr. Tracy, please.

Hello, Dick.

This is Tess.

Oh, you guessed that, huh?

Tess, what's the matter?

This is Splitface Tracy.

Splitface to here.

Call off your cops and quit trying to
interfere...

if you ever want to see your girl alive
again.

Yes.

Does it look like Junior can hang on?

Good.

Splitface, grab Tess.

Come on, Tess.

Calling.

Attention all cars.

Calling all cars.

Look for a black sedan with a
ten-year-old boy... riding the rear bumper.

Say, what are you looking around here for?

I'm not looking for anything.

Just playing.

I play on this old board all the time.

Say, I know you now.

I saw you through the window of Tracy's.

Now you don't want to run away.

So you hid in my car and came along.

That's fine.

You just doubled my grip on Tracy.

No town.

I'm afraid we missed one of Junior's
clues.

I don't think so.

There's some old abandoned dachshund on
here.

Maybe Splitface was heading for them.

Now, if Tracy does what I say...
you've got nothing to worry about.

We'll be back in a minute.

I warn you, don't try to get away.

Junior, how did you get here?

I'm on the back of the car.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

This looks like Junior's shoe.

Yeah?

Well, it could be anybody's shoe.

Sure, but right now we're looking for a
clue.

And I'll take my chances on this being the
one.

Let's go down this way.

I moved the car just in case.

Tracy was a fool to think he could stop
me.

This is Junior's, all right.

Well, it looks like we still haven't
reached the end of the trail.

No sign of the car.

It depends on whether you're looking for a
car or Splitface.

I think this is the end of the trail for
Splitface.

Let's see.

The track track's leading into the shed.

Here, look.

Come on, Pat.

I'll get Tesson, Junior.

Yes, Chief.

He's safely locked up.

And photographed this time.

No, the scar was real.

He got it in a fight with another convict.

Served two extra years for it.

Right.

Thanks.

Good night, Chief.

Good night.

Okay, Tess, I'm through with the report.

Let's eat.

You didn't say that a moment too soon.

I'm dying of starvation.

Come on, Junior.

Just entangle yourself in those guns.

Hey, Dick, a taxi driver was just shot.

And tossed out of his own cab on 18th and
Main.

I'm sorry.

Will you take Junior home?

Here we go again.

Come on, Junior.