All language subtitles for Dick.Tracy.Meets.Gruesome.1947.1080p.BluRay.x264-OFT_Legendas01.ENG

(bright music)

(dramatic music)

(upbeat piano music)

- Hey, what the?

- Tell Melody to come here.

- But--
- Get moving.

(upbeat music continues)

- Somebody wants to see you, Melody.

- So tell them to look.

- Yeah, well, you'd better look.

He's standing right over there.

- Gruesome, Gruesome,
I'm so glad to see you!

When did you get out?

- Relax kid, relax.

Road the rods all night to get here.

- Oh swell, did you break out?

- Good behavior.

(both laughing)

Where can we talk?
- Outside, come on.

- Hey, you, where are you going?

- Outside, this is my pal.

- You're on the ivories.

- Yeah, yeah, I know.

I'll be back, maybe.

- Be back in 10 minutes,
or you're out of business.

- Yeah, yeah.

With you in town, that piano
job don't mean nothing.

- You have anything in mind?

- Yeah.

Something really big.

- Where is it?

- It ain't far.

Only, the big boy ain't okayed me yet.

- He'll okay me.

- Yeah.

Yeah, that's what I figured.

(suspenseful music)

- Sounds like an interesting setup.

- With you in on it, it's worth a million.

- Big stuff grows in
strange places, eh, Melody?

- Here it grows out of test tubes.

(dramatic music)

- What do you want, Melody?

- I want to see the doctor.

I got the right guy to
handle that job for him.

- What is your friend's name?

- Gruesome.

- Isn't he?

Come in.

Our employer is in the
midst of an experiment.

Your friend will have to wait.

- Go back and finish your job.

- Ah, I don't need that job now.

- Go anyhow.

I'll handle the doctor.

- Okay, I'll see you tonight, huh?

Boy, am I glad you're in town.

- Make yourself comfortable,

but please, don't touch anything.

- No, why?

- It isn't advisable.

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(Gruesome coughing)

(ominous music)

(upbeat piano music)

- Melody.

Melody!

- Come on, come on mac, up.

Oh, come on, come on, get up off of there.

(engine rumbling)

- What's the trouble, Carney?

- Oh, just another drunk.

This is the fifth time I've
called the wagon tonight.

- I'm on my way down to headquarters

to pick up Dick Tracy.

Can I take him along for you?

- Now that I'd appreciate, Pat.

- Well, where is he?

- He's laying in the doorway
of that joint back there.

- Oh!

- That's funny, Pat.

Not enough alcohol to have killed him.

Yet no pulse, and no heartbeat.

- So what did the big lug die of?

A broken heart?

- I don't know, but Doc
Ross can tell you tomorrow

after the autopsy.

I've been in this racket a long time,

but I've never seen
anything like this before.

You say he was limp when you
picked him up 10 minutes ago?

- Limp as a playboy's alibi.

10 minutes later, he's like this.

- Then there wasn't time
for rigor mortis to set in.

- No time at all.

Want to take a guess at what's eating him?

- Yes, I could guess, but
it wouldn't mean anything.

Except I think it's a case for homicide.

- Careful of your language, Frankie.

He died in my car.

- But he didn't get whatever's
wrong with him in your car.

- Right.

So a corpse coming out of Hangman's Knot's

got to be murdered, huh?

- Mm, probably.

You say you found this on him?

- Loaded for bear.

And his suit had the feel
of a big house hand me down.

- Mm-hmm.

That's sharp observing.

- (chuckling) Ain't it?

- Why don't you have
Tracy take a look at him?

- I think I will.

But if he has the answer to
a drunk turning to stone,

I give up.

- What makes you think
there's any danger, doctor?

- I tell you gentlemen,

it happened not once, but several times.

- Hi, Sarge.

- I wouldn't go in there
now, Pat, if I was you.

- You mean I shouldn't go in?

- Nobody.

Dick's got a VIP in there.

- VIP, Vip?

- A very important personage.

- In that case, I'll knock.

(hand knocking)

Excuse me, Dick, but I think
I just brought in a homicide.

Anyway, he's a mighty funny stiff.

- Funny?

I'll be right with you.

- Come over to the morgue, huh?

- Right.

- I'm sorry, Dr. Tomic, go on.

- For instance, when I'd
arrive home at night,

I'd find figures lurking in
the shadows near my house.

- Why didn't you report this sooner?

- I, I hoped that my
wife and I were wrong,

that these people weren't
really stalking me at all.

- What makes you so sure they were?

- When two attempts were
made within the week

to run me down by car.

- We have a lot of reckless
drivers in this town, doctor.

- Yes, I know, but--

- Why do you think someone
wanted to kill you?

- I don't know.

I've no idea.

Of course, like many scientists,

I'm working on new and rare formulae

at the university all the time.

- Very little we can do for you, doctor,

but offer you police protection.

- I dislike troubling
you, but I am worried.

- Well Chief, this isn't a case for me.

So if you don't mind--
- Run along, Dick.

We'll take care of the doctor.

- I'm sorry I can't stay,

but my assistant has a slight
case of homicide on his hands.

Good luck.

- Now see here, doctor.

Let's review the facts.

(chair scraping)

(tense music)

(ominous music)

(door closing)

- Pat?

Pat!

- Mm, did you get his number?

- Sure, sure.

What happened, Pat?

(Pat groaning)

- You're asking me.

I'm sitting here see, writing
out this report on the stiff.

All of a sudden, blackout.

Something hit me here.

A crowbar maybe, or a small bulldozer.

I don't see how anybody
could have got in here, Dick.

Frankie put the stiff on this slab.

He was out cold, just like he is now.

Uh, the stiff, the mug, where is he?

- Looks like you had a
drunk who woke up, Pat.

He just outfoxed you, that's all.

- Outfoxed me, huh?

I tell you, he was dead!

Oh, don't look at me like that, Dick.

You know I haven't had
so much as a short beer

since I joined the force.

I tell you, I brought in
an absolutely dead stiff.

- Okay, but if that's true,
then you're just confused.

There's a stiff in the other room.

- What?

Why didn't you say so?

Come on!

What I want to know is who
moved that (stuttering).

So he outfoxed me, did he?

What's that make you?

- I admit it, Pat, he tricked me, too.

- One minute he's dead.

The next he slugs me,
tricked you, and vamoosed.

- Smart man.

- Smart?

He's weird.

I tell you, if I didn't know better,

I'd swear we were doing
business with Boris Karloff.

- Looks that way.

- Melody, did you find him?

- Would I be back here
without him if I did?

That stuff he got must have killed him.

- Nonsense, it was one
of the early experiments

of the doctor's miracle formula.

- But what did it do to him?

- Potent but harmless.

It just rendered him helpless.

- Helpless?

Oh, that's great!

Gruesome helpless and the
cops hot on his trail?

- Exactly.

So he is of no use to us any longer.

If he does come back, you
must tell him the deal is off.

- What are you talking about?

That guy knows his way around!

- He is no good to us now.

We must be rid of him.

The doctor--

- The doctor will be disturbed
by your stupid chatter.

You'll get rid of who now?

- No, please, please, Gruesome!

He didn't mean it, he needs you!

We all need you, Gruesome, please!

- Exactly.

As the doctor just said,
you know your business,

but I know mine.

- You, you mean you spoke to the doctor?

- Yes, I've had a talk with him.

You're a disgraced doctor
of science, correct?

- Yes, but I--

- No buts.

The doctor's stumbled on a great racket.

- But--
- But he needs me

to make it work for him.

So from now on, you two
will do exactly what I say.

Now get in there, keep your
mouth shut, and listen.

Tomorrow is the most important
day in your stupid lives.

(horn honking)

- Two and a half minutes to go.

(door closing)

- Hey, Harry, come here!

I told you get that cat out of here.

Now get him out!

- Afternoon, Miss Trueheart.

- Hello, Mr. Stone.

- 10, 20, 30.

How's Mr. Tracy?

- Well, he's fine, thanks.

Bye.
- Goodbye.

(horn honking)

(hands clapping)
(guard hissing)

(bomb exploding)

(dramatic music)

- Look at him.

There's something wrong with him.

And him.

(dramatic music)

(man groaning)

- You heard me.

(door closing)

- X-Ray timed it perfectly.

The air is clear.

Lock the door.

- Hey, Gruesome, I wonder if
you looked as silly as they do.

- Lock the door!

(dramatic music)

- Boo (laughing).

- Pardon me, mac.

Do you mind?

What's the matter, buddy, dandruff?

- Melody!

- Yeah, yeah, coming, Gruesome.

(tense music)

- Dick Tracy, homicide, quickly.

Hello, Dick.

Listen.

I'm inside the Grove Street branch

of the First National
Bank, witnessing a robbery.

- Dead?

Frozen, uh-oh.

Okay honey, don't lose your nerve.

We'll be right there.

This is Tracy.

Notify all cars in the
area of 4th and Grove.

Bank robbery, First National.

(dramatic music)

(sirens blaring)

(tense music)

(horn honking)

- I think so, let's get out of here.

Gruesome, there was a dame in that booth!

- So what, get going!

(engine revving)

(gun firing)

(sirens blaring)

(tires screeching)

(people chattering)

- Probably died before he hit the ground.

- Move these people back.

- Move back a little, folks.

Come on, move back.

Come on, move back.

- Take care of everything, Tim.

- Okay, Dick.

- Tess.

Tess, come out of it.

- Come out of what?

I'm all right.

- Whew.

- Well, she's alive, anyway.

- If I hadn't been in the
booth, I'd have gotten it, too.

But you see--
- Wait a minute.

- Payment on Thursday

or the bank will be forced to foreclose.

- But I tell you, I can't.

- You heard the man say
they want a cash bonus?

- Oh, that's it.

- Mr. Crandall.

Mr. Crandall!

- $1 worth of change, please.

- Yes, of course.

- Thank you.

(cat clambering)

(man sneezing)

(blind snapping)

- You'll have to leave now,
sir, it's three o'clock.

- You see, pal?

You were only half dead.

- I don't question your word, Mr. Tracy.

There undoubtedly was a
bank robbery, but not here.

(laughing) Not here.

- (laughing) They sent
you to the wrong bank.

(both laughing)
- Mr. Banks.

Mr. Banks, over $100,000 has disappeared.

- Oh, that's fine.

- Right under our noses.

- What?

- This is the most amazing
thing I've ever seen.

- Two minutes ago,
everybody was paralyzed.

Frozen stiff, and now look at them.

They're perfectly normal.

- No one leaves until
everybody's been questioned.

Line them all up over there.

- Right, Pat.

This way, folks.

- How many men in the stick up crew?

- Two.

- Were they wearing masks?

- No, one was coarse looking,
and the other one was--

- Fine, tell me later.

How long was it between the
freezing act and their entrance?

- Mm, about a minute.

- You mean this knockout
stuff was instant?

Incis, right away?

- Well, it couldn't have been

more than two minutes at the most.

- How do you feel?

- All right, Mr. Tracy.

That's what's so darn queer.

I still can't believe I was
out cold for 12 or 14 minutes.

Just wait till I tell my wife.

When I get home--
- Well, right now,

I'd rather you told me what you were doing

and how you felt when this stuff hit you.

- Sure, you bet.

Like I was telling your sidekick here,

I'm standing right here,
watching the clock, see?

Not that I'm a clock
watching guy ordinarily.

- Skip it, pal, get to the payoff.

- Huh?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Like I was telling your sidekick,

you see, it's my wife's sister's birthday.

And I says to myself, I says,
Humphrey, when you get home--

- He was pulling down the shade.

- Yeah, that's right.

How did you know?

Here, like this.

Like this I was.

Had it about there.

No, here, maybe.

- Did you feel yourself slipping?

- No, positively no warning at all.

- You think you were the first
one affected by this gas?

- No, the first man to go was
standing right over there.

- Show me how he was standing.

- All right.

As I remember, he was standing right here

with his coat open, like this.

- That's enough.

Take him with you, Pat, and
see if you can find that man.

- Come on.
- Or was it like this?

- Relax, Gabby.

Let's find the guy.

- I know he had one hand sticking up.

- Now, let's see.

You've had everyone in
the bank checked on.

- Everyone.

They all have legitimate addresses.

No suspicious characters.

- And you're having this
screwy gas analyzed?

- Fred has what was left
in the shell casing.

I expect a report any minute.

- And the getaway car was stolen.

- Picked up on the turnpike.

No distinguishable fingerprints.

- The banking commission is panicky, Dick.

If this gets to the papers,

they're afraid of a wholesale
run on every bank in town.

- I told you Tracy was busy!

- It's okay, Sarge.

Tracy wants to see me, right?

- Dick has nothing to
say to the press, Dan.

- No?

In that case, the press
has a hot word for him.

It's headlines, shall I go?

- It's okay, Sarge.

- Thanks, what I have to
say should be private,

boys, for your sakes.
- Spill it, Dan, we're busy.

- I know, and stumped.

Fellas, I was the only news
hawk to get to a certain bank

before you had everybody's
mouth buttoned up

like a West Pointer on inspection.

- How much do you know, Dan?

- Remember the bank guard
with the yen to gab?

- You can't print a word of it, Dan.

- Look, Dick, I play ball usually,

but not with gas bombs.

This'll be the biggest
thing to hit the streets

since George Patton broke the Bulge.

- This is a war of a sort too, Dan.

A war on small investors.

If you break silence
before we can move in,

no bank in the state
can escape a run on it.

- How long do you want?
- 24 hours.

- I'll settle for the four.

That'll get me in the final edition.

- We don't have a thing in four hours.

- That bad, eh?

- Right now we haven't got a lead

that would lead us to a bloodhound.

- So then I think my readers

should know what they're up against.

- Give us until morning, at least, Dan!

- Say, Dick, this is an
absolutely unknown chemical.

We've given it every--
- Yeah.

- Why don't you look before you yap?

- Unknown chemical.

20 people frozen to the spot
by absolutely unknown chemical

while bank is casually
robbed of at least 200 grand.

- It was only 100.

- Thanks, that much I didn't know.

- Until morning, Dan, please!

- We don't sell a morning paper, Dick.

- Exclusive, Dan.

You can sell it to the syndicates.

- To hit the morning rags,

I'd have to have all
the details by two a.m.

- Two a.m., you highbinder.

Why, that's only 10 hours from now.

- You're quick, Chief.

- Okay, Dan, it's a deal, two a.m.

- Good luck.

- I'm sorry, Chief, I--

- Forget it.

That ferret could dig salt out
of Big Rock Candy Mountain.

- This chemical, it's so new
it isn't even registered.

Is that it, Fred?

- Yeah, that's right, Dick.

- Think Dr. Tomic at State
University could spot it?

- Sure, if anyone could.

- Tomic.

That's the man who was complaining

about threats on his life.

- Yes, top flight physicist.

Look, Chief, with only 10
hours before the panic hits,

it's about--
- It's worth a try.

What else have we got?

- Well, there's always
Pat's living corpse, but--

- Oh, that.

A shot in the dark.

- So is this.

But if Tomic can tell us what it is,

we at least have a lead.

- Oh, may I help you?

- Yes, I'm Dick Tracy from headquarters.

I apologize--
- Oh, I'm so glad

you've come, Mr. Tracy.

Have you any news of him?

- Of whom?

- Of Dr. Tomic.

Isn't that why you're here?

- But I came to see him.

Is anything wrong?

- Why yes, but I thought you knew.

He's disappeared.

- When?

- He left home early this morning

and hasn't been seen since.

His wife was very worried,

and I thought she reported
his absence to you.

- It's the first I've heard of it.

Are you his assistant?

- Yes, I'm Professor Learned.

You will find him, won't you, Mr. Tracy?

- We'll certainly try.

Can you think of any reason why Dr. Tomic

would want to disappear?

- No.

Uh, what did you have in mind?

- Nothing in particular.

Still, I'd like you to check any special

or secret formula he might
have been working on,

just to make sure they
haven't been removed.

- Of course.

Will you wait here, please?

- I'd rather come along,
if you don't mind.

- Oh, not at all.

Dr. Tomic always keeps
his most valuable formulae

in that locked cabinet.

They're quite safe there.

- You have the keys, of course.

- Yes, but I'm certain
nothing has been disturbed.

- Would you open it anyway, please?

- Very well.

- You know what each of
these bottles contains?

- I know their chemical symbols,
if that's what you mean.

- Not exactly.

Could any of them, say,
mixed with another chemical,

form a dangerous gas?

- I hardly know.

These particular ones are
in experimental stages.

Only Dr. Tomic could tell you that.

- How about this clear liquid on the end?

What's its purpose?

- I really don't know.

It's so new it doesn't even have a name.

- New, huh?

Is that so?

Well, I'd like to--

- Oh, please don't touch
anything, Mr. Tracy.

At least until Dr. Tomic returns.

- If he returns, huh?

- You mean there's a chance that he won't?

- It's part of my job to see that he does.

You won't mind my taking a
little of this for testing?

- Well, I, I hardly know what
to say in Dr. Tomic's absence.

Perhaps we can test it here.

In fact, I'd be glad to test it for you.

- I'd rather take it with me.

- Very well.

- You see, there was a bank robbery today.

- Oh?

- Some strange chemical was employed.

Everyone in the bank was
transfixed, frozen to the spot.

(glass shattering)

Startled?

- Shocked.

You see, I work so close to science,

I have every reason to dread
the creation of such gases.

- I didn't say it was a gas.

- Well what else could it be?

- I don't know.

But it was a gas.

Doesn't seem to stain or
burn the surface, does it?

- No.

- Anything in it that will
hurt me if I taste it?

- I think not, but I can't be too sure.

- Let's see.

Tastes like water.

- Many chemicals do.

- Get me an empty bottle
and a rag, will you?

Professor Learned?

- Yes?

- Could a man in Tomic's position
be leading a double life?

- Hardly, he's one of
the most respected men

in his profession.

- Yet he came to headquarters

complaining of attempts on his life

the night before he disappeared.

It's been my experience, professor,

that that could be the
act of an innocent man.

Or of a man covering his tracks.

- Perhaps.

But not Dr. Tomic.

His whole life is an open book.

Beyond suspicion.

- I guess you're right.

- I know I'm right.

- Well thank you, professor.

I'll be back when I have this analyzed.

- Very well, Mr. Tracy.

But it isn't water.

- Probably not.

You've been a big help.

Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Mr. Tracy.

- I still say you didn't
have to shoot him.

- But Gruesome, he saw us
coming out of the bank.

- Seeing and identifying
weeks, maybe months later,

are two different things.
- But I still--

- You're just a trigger happy young mug.

You always were.

Better get over it.

- You're a fine guy to be bawling me out.

- Useless killing is dangerous.

Well, it's about time.

- Yeah, we thought
maybe you took a powder.

- Hardly.
- That's good.

Gruesome hates welchers.

- I don't hate dead ones, Melody.

- Our employer is a man of honor.

There's one for you, one for you.

- What are these, valentines?

- The doctor is very businesslike.

That is your enumeration.

- Mine's kind of thin, ain't it?

- Not much thinner.

Gruesome got a bonus for
not killing a policeman.

- How do you like that?

- We don't like it.

We don't like it at all.

Go back and tell your
employer I'm not an employee.

I'm a partner, I want 50%.

- But what about me?

- I'll pay you more than you're worth.

Good bye, X-Ray.

- Well, I'll ask him.

- No, tell him.

50% on everything.

- Very well.

Oh, uh, our employer told me to tell you

he wishes you would not come
to the laboratory anymore.

- At all?

- At all.

- I see.

Tell him I'll do what he
says for exactly 15 minutes.

- Oh, please--
- Unless, of course,

you're back within that
time with half the take.

Better hurry, X-Ray.

- (laughing) Gruesome, you're terrific.

- Remember that, Melody.

- Sure, Gruesome.

Sure, sure.

- We, uh, found him
right about here, Dick.

- Well, let's take a look around inside.

Maybe we'll get a line on him.

- Gruesome, popos.

- Hey, you.

It's him, Dick!

(dramatic music)
(people screaming)

(table crashing)

(guns firing)

(engines revving)

(suspenseful music)

(tires squealing)

(gun firing)

(tire squealing)

(car crashing)
(glass shattering)

- Melody!

Melody!

(tires screeching)

(suspenseful music continues)

(door slamming)

- I'll take him, Dick!

I owe him something!

(tense music)

(spear whooshing)
(Pat gasping)

(ominous music)

(Pat screaming)

(Pat chuckling)
(whimsical music)

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

- Pat, where are you?
- Here.

- Are you all right?

- Hm, yeah.

It was him, Dick.

That drunken stiff.

- Well, where did he go?

- He got away.

- Well, that's a lead, anyway.

What happened to you?

- What happened to me?

I was standing right over there,

and all of a sudden I was.

No, I'm not gonna tell you.

- Come on, Pat, what happened to you?

- Okay.

I was bit by a tiger.

(bird squawking)

- Oh, that tiger (laughing).

- You're sure that you can
identify this man, Tess?

- Yes, I'm positive he's
one of the bank robbers.

- Good, now if he'll only live long enough

to start talking.

- Dick, we've rounded
up some of the people

who were in the bank.

They're out in the hallway.

- Okay Pat, bring them in.

Tess, you'd better wait
in the chief's office.

- All right.

- Tess did identify him.

- Yes, but that's not enough.

We've got to find one
of those bank witnesses

who saw him in or around
the bank about 2:45.

- Why 2:45?

Couldn't he have planted the bomb at 2:30

or even before that?

- No.

The janitor emptied the
waste baskets at 2:45.

So if anyone saw this bird
in the bank after that time,

he planted the bomb.

- Nurse?
- What's wrong?

- Oh, he can't die on us now!

- Get those people in here, Pat, quick.

- Okay, folks.

- Sorry, Dick, you'll have to leave.

He's much too ill to
have anyone in here now.

- But just two minutes, doctor!

- I can't do it!

He only has a 50/50 chance as it is.

- Well, that's that.

Have those people go to my office, Pat,

and we'll do what we can.

- Okay, folks, let's go.

(people chattering)

- First of all, I want to
thank you people for coming.

Now I'd like to ask you
a few simple questions.

Does anyone recognize this man?

- I'm sure I never saw him before.

- Well, now, I'm a bank guard, you see.

- We know that.
- Of course you do.

And you know that bank
guards have to be observing.

Now, if that man was at the bank,

it stands to reason I'd
remember him, don't it?

- It does, do you?
- No.

- I, uh, could be wrong, Mr. Tracy,

but I think that man
passed me at the bank door.

I think he was coming
out as I was going in.

- Do you happen to recall
what time that was, Mr. Thall?

- Yes I do.

I looked up at the clock as I came in.

It was exactly 10 minutes to three.

- Good.

Turn around, Luke.

Obviously, this man wearing
the bandit's clothes

is not the bandit.

This is a drawing of the actual man.

Would you say you've seen
this man before, Mr. Thall?

- I'm almost certain that's the face

of the man who passed me at the bank door.

- Thank you.

Anyone else see him?

- No.

- All right.

That's all.

Oh, one thing more.

Please, don't any of you discuss this case

with the newspapers.

It's very important.

In fact, I'd rather you
didn't discuss it with anyone

for a day or two.

And thank you again.

- We're going out now, bud.

- Ah, but I'm coming in!

- I've still got six hours,
Dan, and nothing to say!

- Nothing to say about a top
flight scientist who's missing?

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

You're talking Greek, Dan.

Yes, Chief?
- Don't give me that.

You knew Tomic was missing before I did.

- Just a minute, Chief.

I've got the human ferret in my office.

Tomic, who's Tomic?

- A physicist, my boy,

with an assistant named Learned, remember?

I'm giving his disappearance
a buildup tonight, Dick.

- Wait a minute, Dan.

I'll call you later, Chief.

You gave me your word, Dan, and
I still have six hours left.

- Then you do think Tomic is
involved in the bank robbery?

- I honestly don't know.

But if he is, and you
publish his disappearance,

it might spoil everything for me.

- All right, six hours.

But I get first break of
anything you uncover, right?

- Right, Dan.

Keep your nose clean.

- Hello, Tess!
- Hello, Dan.

What's new?
- Ask your boyfriend.

- Dick, this--
- Hold it, Fred.

- Oh, you again.

- Goodbye, Dan.

- Be seeing you in about
five hours and 22 minutes.

- Get this, the doctor--

- Quiet.

(both laughing)

I think I know what you
were gonna tell me anyway.

I should see a certain
professor at State University

right away, correct?

- Correct, and quick.

- I'll see you later, honey.

- But we had a date for dinner.

- I'm having mine with a professor.

- Oh, well since it's only a professor.

- A beautiful, feminine professor.

- And you expect me to be
here when you get back?

- No.

- Then I will be.

- That's what I thought.

- Goodbye, Dick.
- Bye.

(tense music)

(engine rumbling)

(door closing)

- Oh, Lee, where have you been?

It's over an hour since I talked with you.

- I'm sorry, I had important business.

You look worried, dearest.

What's the trouble?

- That chemical I stole for you.

What did you do with it?

- I?

I used it for my anesthetic experiments.

What do you suppose?

- I suppose you either gave it or sold it

to a gang of bank robbers.

- What are you talking about?

- The police are analyzing the water

I substituted for the
formula I stole for you.

- Well, what of it?

- The moment Dr. Tomic returns,

they'll know I substituted the water.

- Oh, we'll be far away by then.

- What if he returns now, tonight?

- He won't, Irma.

- You've done something to him.

- He's perfectly safe.

He'll return home in due
time, quite unharmed.

- I can't.

I can't go through with it.

That detective, I can't
go on lying to him.

I don't know how!

- It won't be for long.

- He had hardly left when a reporter came.

He asked me so many questions,
I didn't know where I was.

- Did he ask about Tomic?

- Of course.

- Splendid.

His disappearance will make headlines.

Tracy and his cops will
be forced into a manhunt

that will leave us in the clear.

- I won't help blacken the
character of a decent man.

I can't.

- Very well.

Tell them.

Tell them everything.

Is that what you want, Irma?

- Darling, no, it isn't.

But can't we do something?

Can't we go away?

Now, tonight?

- Police have requested
that I don't leave town.

Your friend Tracy.

- Tracy, why?

- Do you think I'd put that
formula in the hands of thugs?

I placed it in the bank myself.

- You didn't.

You couldn't!

- I had to, Irma!

I tell you, with Tomic
missing, we're in the clear.

There isn't a thing to
worry about, dearest.

I'll drive you to within a
block of your house, huh?

- No, I'll walk to the cab stand.

We can't risk being seen together.

(tense music)

- Good evening.

- Why, Mr. Tracy.

How did you get here?

- It was easy.

Illegal, too.

- Illegal, what is?

- My breaking into your place

and searching your
things without a warrant.

- I should think so.

Why did you do it?

- Why did you tell me I wouldn't
find water in that bottle?

- You didn't.

- You're a biochemist.

Why try to pretend you didn't
know what was in that bottle?

- You forget, Mr. Tracy.

You tasted whatever was in it, not I.

I was so sure it wasn't water that I--

- Why?

- Why?

Because I can see no reason why Dr. Tomic

would make such a substitution.

- Neither can I.

In fact, I don't think he did.

- But obviously, he had to.

He and I are the only two people who--

- Who have the key to that lock.

So I say you made the
substitution, not Tomic.

- If what you found in that
bottle really was water,

and you're not just trying to trick me

because of some fantastic notion

that I'm mixed up with bandits,

then all I can say is
Dr. Tomic put it there.

I didn't.

And, uh, might I suggest
that you spend your time

looking for him instead of badgering me?

- I'm badgering you because
I think you know something

about his disappearance.

Either you're shielding him

or you're shielding someone else.

- Why, why should I?

Do I look like the kind of person

who goes around shielding
bank robbers and murderers?

- Frankly, no.

But I think you've got in over your head.

And now you don't see
any way out but lying.

- I'm not lying!

- I think you are!

Consider this, Professor.

Whoever got a hold of that formula

will stop at nothing to keep it.

Murdering a bank guard
is only the beginning.

Right now, they're accused of murder.

If you're involved in it,
you're an accessory to murder,

and your only chance of
getting less than hung

is to play ball on the right team.

- But I tell you, I don't know anything!

- I heard you the first time.

Just the same, when I leave here,

I advise you to get in touch with someone.

- Who?

- Whomever you're shielding.

Tell them that no amount
of money or fame or love

or whatever it is you're doing it for

is worth putting your neck in a noose.

(tense music)

It's a nice neck, Professor.

But that murdered bank
guard had four kids,

and they liked his pretty well, too.

(Irma crying)

You cover the back.

If she doesn't come out in two hours,

go back to headquarters.

- Right.

- Hello?

- Hello, Lee?

- You shouldn't call here.

And don't call me by name.

- I can't stand it.

You, you, you've got to take me away.

- I tell you, there's nothing
to worry about, dearest.

You'll feel better after
you've had some sleep.

- I can't, Lee.

I'm going to tell them the truth.

- You can't do that.

Not yet, dearest.

It's risky, but perhaps we'd
better leave town tonight.

- But I thought you said you couldn't.

- Perhaps I can find a way.

But you must meet me at
once and talk this out.

- It's no use.

They know too much.

- Very well, Irma.

If we don't figure a way out,

I'll, I'll go to the police with you.

But we must talk first, Irma.

I'm not in this alone.

Meet me at 6th and Park in 10 minutes.

Walk there and be sure
you're not followed.

Goodbye.

- You can't meet her, of course.

(ominous music)

- What are you doing here?

I told you--
- I'm telling you.

(door slamming)

You can't meet her, the
cops, or even the bank!

This is a frame up between
the girl in the police!

- Oh, nonsense!

- She's frightened, and so are you.

Listen, I'll meet her.

- You're known to the police, too.

- I've handled them before.

Give me the keys to your car.

- All right, but don't bring her here.

- Oh, sure enough.

Say, you spoke of a cottage on Rand Lake?

- Yes, that's it.

Take her there.

Route 76, cottage 14.

Just off the road.

Tell her I'll be up later tonight.

- You'll convince her she
mustn't go to the police?

- Oh, yes, I must do that.

- You're right.

We must.

- Gruesome?

- Yeah?

- Take care of her.

She's all I have.

- Sure, sure.

I understand.

(tense music)

(engine rumbling)

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(door slamming)

- Better get rid of that car, quickly.

- Why, what's wrong with it?

Where is she?

- Picked up some bullet holes on the way.

She is dead.

I told you to get rid of that car!

- You, you killed her!

You killed her!

- What do you suppose I do?

She was leading Tracy directly to you.

- No, no, she wouldn't.

- I say she was.

But right now, we've got to
get rid of the evidence here.

All of it, you understand?

Now go start that fire.

- Must there be more killings?

- If we have to.

We've got to get Melody out
of that hospital tonight,

and then clear out of here!

- I've been to the hospital.

He's in a coma.

The doctor wouldn't even let him be seen.

He'll be dead by morning.

- You're certain of that?

- Certain as I can be.

- Good (chuckling).

Then we're in the clear.

- You don't care about anyone, do you?

- Listen, if you want to stay
alive, you'll do as I say.

Now start that fire.

I'll be inside.

- You expect me to use that fire?

- Call me when it's ready.

What would you do without me?

- I'd even find Dan and romance him

if you thought it would
give you a little more time.

- Thanks, but he's already married.

To a typewriter.

There's one consolation, though.

Those crooks are just as worried as I am.

Their killing that girl

was an act of cold-blooded desperation.

- Do you think Dr. Tomic had her shot?

- That's anybody's guess.

You traced the license number.

- Sure, stolen plates.

But if you put two bullets
into the back end of that car,

we'll pick it up in no time.

- Time is something I'm fresh out of.

- If Dr. Carver could only
fix up those other two crooks

so they could talk.

- Said he'd call me in 10 minutes.

- It's been 15.

- This is Tracy.

What about that smashed up piano player?

- He just died.

- What?

When?
- About 10 minutes ago.

- Thanks.
- Oh, no.

- We could have sweated
it out of that guy,

but he had to go die on us, too.

- Well, dead men tell no tales.

- What did you say?

- I said, dead men tell no--

- But sometimes they do, Tess!

Sometimes they do!

- Where are you going?

- To see the chief!

Get an okay on an idea

that'll make Dan and his
papers think I'm a prime heel.

(fire roaring)

(gentle music)

- Here he comes.

Now's the time.

- Isn't there some other way to--

- No, not unless you want
to end up joining Tomic.

- Where's the good doctor?

- Why, in there.

- Call the hospital?
- Yes, no change.

- Good, I'll stay here

and let me know if he's alive or dead.

- It's dangerous to hide you here.

- Dangerous for whom?

- All of us.

Police have tried to trace
the driver of my car.

- Ah.

I'll stay here.

- Very well.

There's a small bedroom in there.

You may use it.

And there's whiskey in my desk.

- True hospitality.

Oh, doctor, why did you close that window?

- The smoke from the incinerator.

- I see.

Won't you join me in a drink?

- I never indulge.
- Uh-huh.

Doctor?

- Yes?

- Come on in and join me, won't you?

- No thank you.

- Come on in, both of you.

Listen, doctor, the smoke was
blowing away from that window.

Now, what are you trying to pull?

- All right.

All right, Gruesome!

Hold everything!

X-Ray, get rid of that bomb!

- Don't move, X-Ray!

(gun firing)

(body crashing)
(ominous music)

- Don't shoot me, Gruesome!

Please!

- Newsflash, dangerous bank robbers

expected to be rounded up within 12 hours.

Homicide's famous Dick
Tracy has just revealed

that one of the robbers
of the Grove Street branch

of the First National
Bank has been captured

after suffering severe injuries

in a wild chase by the police.

- He's alive.

- Five minutes ago,

Tracy reported that the injured bandit

will be able to talk by morning.

He added, and I quote,
"When this man talks,

"we will round up the most dangerous gang

"of criminals in this city's history."

We now return you to the piano.

- That announcement
saved your life, X-Ray.

- Why now?

- I need you.

We've got to get Melody
out of that hospital.

- But that's a police hospital.

Why not leave them there?

- Yeah?

To talk and spoil a perfect set up?

No, we've got to risk it.

- What about him?
- What about him?

He's dead, and Melody is in worse luck.

Go on.

(engine rumbling)

(tires squealing)

- Evening.
- Evening.

- Got a call for a docket in 312.

We came to pick him up.

- Wait a minute.

What's the name of that surgeon again?

- Major Allen, 291st General.

- He's new to me.

So are you, fellow.

- Just been transferred from out west.

- Oh, well, go on up.

Do you know how to work it?

- Like the fingers on my hand.

- That's the gorilla, all right.

They came in an Army ambulance.

Give me the phone, Pop.

This is it.

They're on their way up.

Roger.

Don't stop them coming down, either, Pop.

- You wait here.

If anybody questions you, you
remember where you're from.

- 291st General.

- Right.

- I'm sorry, no one allowed in there.

- I have orders to take his
temperature every four hours.

- Yeah?

- That's right.

- Well, in that case, I'll go in with you.

- How are you, Melody?

(Melody groaning)

- Why do we bother getting
birds like him well

just so we can kill them?

- Odd, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- Lost?

- Me, hardly.

Just waiting for them
to, uh, just waiting.

- Oh.

- Hey.
- What's the matter?

- This man is running a
dangerously high temperature.

You'd better send for the doctor.

- Not me, buddy.

My orders are to stay right here.

- In that case, I'll do it myself.

- That's a good idea.

- What happened?

- It's in the waste basket, Tim.

- You want me to throw it out?

- No, leave it there.

- I know, but if this
stuff makes people freeze

the way you say it does, I
won't be of any help to you.

- That's right.

- I know, but you're unarmed.

I don't like this.

Hey, this stuff has started to smoke.

- It should.

(tense music)

- Mr. Tracy, I'm beginning to feel funny.

- So am I, Tim, so am I.

- Should be clear now.

- Yes, I understand.

Mr. Patton told me to let them go.

Huh?

You're right.

Here they come.

Oh sure, Patton saw the ambulance.

Right, sir.

Bye.

Oh, I see you got your man.

- Thanks, we did.

(dramatic music)

- Say, who do you guys
think you are, parking here?

Can't you read?

- Sorry, we didn't see the sign.

- Didn't see the sign.

What kind of an excuse is that?

Who are you guys, where are you from?

- 291st General Hospital.

- What?

- 291st, will you please step aside?

- General, huh?

That was my old outfit,

and they sold these 41 crates a month ago.

Where did you pick it up?

- Look here, this man is dying.

- Yeah, and I got a rush call.

So what?

You know what I think?

I think you guys are a
couple of cadaver snatchers.

I'm gonna take a look at this stiff, see?

(hand chopping)
(ominous music)

- No wait, the other one.

- But this is ours.

- That one won't be spotted so quickly.

Put him in that one.

- I hope nothing went wrong.

- What could?

Tim would never leave Dick.

(siren blaring)
Hey.

Here comes an ambulance out.

Can I flash the rest of the boys?

- No, they're driving an Army crate.

That one belongs to the city hospital.

(dramatic music)

- That was a clever
piece of work, Gruesome.

- It almost misfired.

Saul told you that corporal's
name was Joseph Duggan.

It was really John.

- How is he?

- He's still under the effects of the gas.

- Start up the fire.

(suspenseful music)

- Not Melody, too.

- Start up the fire.

- What's the matter, bud?

- Ask the guy who stole this crate.

And mine!
- Yeah?

You mean a big mug and a
little guy with glasses?

- Yeah, with a patient on a litter.

- Well, I'll be a.

That gorilla outsmarted me again.

They pulled a switch.

We've got to follow that white ambulance.

- How do you know where it went?

- Huh?

That's right.

Sparks, this is Patton.

Put all cars on the lookout

for a white city hospital ambulance.

Get that?

Yeah.

It's carrying two killers
and Tracy, unarmed.

(suspenseful music)

- X-Ray!

(hand smashing)

(tense music)

(gun firing)
(suspenseful music)

- You're ending up here, Tracy.

(door closing)

(gun firing)

I'm not gonna come in after you.

I don't have to.

Remember the bank?

You've got about 60 seconds left.

There's no other exit, Tracy.

This is the end of the line.

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music continues)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

- So this is the baby

that caused all the trouble, huh?

- Yes, that's the last of
those devilish gas bombs, Pat.

As soon as Dan has had a look at it,

we'll file it in the
archives of lethal weapons.

- I want to see you, Tracy.

- Well, take a good look, Dan.

- What's the idea, selling me
out to those radio vultures?

You made me a promise!

- Promise?

Who is this fella, Pat?

- Don't know, I never saw him before.

- You promised me an exclusive story.

- Story?

What story, sir?

- He could mean the story of the capture

of a gang of bank robbers, Dick.

- Capture?

When, where?

- It's all here, and it's all true.

- Give me that.
- Okay, Dick?

- In about 25 seconds, Pat.

- Sorry, can't wait.

- Maybe I'll have to
tell you about it, Dan.

- Some other time.
- Aren't you going to read it?

- Gotta make that deadline.

This is the biggest story
I ever had anything to do--

(dramatic music)

- Dick!

(upbeat music)