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- Left four.

Right seven.

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Full turn left.

This ought to do it.

(safe opening)

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- Hawks?

Hawks?

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- Police headquarters.

Oh yes, Dillon.

I'll notify Dick Tracy at once.

Calling car 15, calling car 15.

Car 15.

- Car 15, Patton speaking.

- Contact Dick Tracy at once.

Have him go to the Flawless Fur warehouse.

Dillon reports some shenanigans.

A busted fuse box in the garage.

- Then tell him to call,

then tell him to call an
electrician, not Dick Tracy.

- Now wait a minute, Pat.

The night watchman's disappeared.

It might be homicide.

- Oh, that's different,
I'll tell Tracy right away.

Roger.

- Pennies for a blind old man?

Pennies for a blind old man?

- Hello, Sightless.

- Hi Mister Patton.

Is it a nice night?

- Lovely night, lovely night.

- Thank you very much.

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- Hey Jigger, come here.

- Well what's on your mind, copper?

- Where's Tracy?

- In the back room, snooping around.

Hey why don't you bloodhounds

hold your conventions someplace else.

- We like the atmosphere around here.

It's so wholesome.

- Looking for me, Pat?

- Yeah, I have to make a call.

- Oh.

- Find what you're looking for, Tracy?

- No, and see that I don't.

I understand Hatchet Harry's
been hanging around here.

- Why that's a big mistake.

Say, you know I run a respectable joint.

- Do I?

Come on, Pat.

- Come back again Mister Tracy.

Bring the folks.

- Pennies for a blind old man?

- Sightless, I want you to do me a favor.

- What is it, Mister Tracy?

- I want to know what's going
on in Jigger's back room.

- Mister Tracy, you know
I can't see a thing.

- Keep your eyes open, will you?

- Five bucks.

- He put that coffee
on while I was in here.

10 minutes later when I came back,

the coffee was boiling over,

the lights were out,
and there was no Hawks.

- Did this watchman ever
leave the job before?

- No, I'm sure of that,

because he was a most reliable man.

That's why I'm afraid
something happened to him.

- What did you do after
you called headquarters?

- I called Mister Humphries,

he's the owner of the place, sir.

Because all the doors were unlocked.

- Did you take a look around inside?

- No, I thought we'd best wait
till Mister Humphries came.

- Let's see what happened to the lights.

- Those fuses were yanked out on purpose.

- See if you can fix them up Pat,

so we can have some light.

- Right.

- Who's that?

- It's the police, Mister Humphries.

- Well, you gave me a scare.

I guess everything's all right.

There's a fortune in furs
in that vault tonight.

- This is Detective
Tracy, from headquarters.

- You better take a look
inside, Mister Humphries.

- I'd rather wait to open the vault.

You see when Officer Dillon phoned me,

I reported his call to
my insurance company,

and their representatives
are going to meet me here.

- We're here, Humphries.

- This is Mister Tracy
of police headquarters.

- How are you?

I'm Peter Premium, Vice President

of the Honesty Insurance Company.

This is Mister Cudd, my investigator.

- He's not just from headquarters,

that's Dick Tracy, Homicide.

- That's right.

- Say Dick, I think I'll go out to the car

and see if I can get a radio
pickup on that night watchman.

- Okay Pat.

May I have the combination
now, Mister Humphries?

- Sure.

(safe opening)

- Well, it's cleaned out.

- It's cleaned out,

and the ink is hardly dry on your policy.

Cudd, I want a thorough
investigation of this.

- So do I.

I've never had a robbery before.

It's a strange coincidence,

that as soon as I switch
insurance to the Honesty Company,

I have one.
- Are you insinuating that I-

- What a minute.

Move your foot.

- Looks like we got robbery,
and you got your homicide.

- Mister Humphries may I have
an inventory of your loss

with a detailed description of each item?

- We can give you that.

- There's something
wrong about the watchman

being slugged or killed inside the vault.

- Something sour about the whole business.

- How many of your employees

know the combination to the
vault, Mister Humphries?

- None of them.

- Dick, Dick, I got a radio report.

The night watchman's turned up.

- Where is he?

- They've got him down
at the morgue, he's dead.

- I'd better go with them,

I'll check with you later.

- Medical examiner told us not to move him

until you got here, Mister Tracy.

- Let's see.

That him, Cudd?

- Yeah, that's the night
watchman, all right.

- Where was the body found?

- On Macy, near Grand.

Apparently thrown out of a car.

- Did that kill him?

- No, he was dead when he was tossed out.

He was killed by a vicious
blow that split his skull.

You can see it's pretty ugly.

- Hmmm, looks like he's
been hacked with a cleaver.

- I don't think so.

A cleaver wouldn't tear
the flesh like that.

- Well, it's a cinch it's not
a bullet or a knife wound.

- Here's what he had on him.

- Hasn't been fired.

- Nope, poor fellow never
had a chance to use it.

- Well, there's not much here.

- Hey, there's writing on it.

- What?

Isn't very clear.

What do you make of it?

- Offhand, Greek.

- I'd say it looks like, like-

- Like what, Pat?

- Like scribbling.

- We'll take a closer look
at this in the laboratory.

Thank you very much, Bill.

- When I photographed this,

I darkened all the letters

so it would be reproduced more easily.

Now we take the first
word, first letter is D,

second letter is an A, and the
last letter is definitely Y.

Now in between, it could be an N,

well, it could be anything.

- Does Danny mean anything to you?

- Not yet.

D-A-I,

could be an S, Y, could be daisy.

Now let's take a look at the next word.

T-H-R-U.

- Through.

- The next one is easy.

It's got to be of.

- And the last one definitely is T-H-E-N,

but that could be an M, them.

It can't be through of them,

it must be three of them!

Hawks must have been trying to tell us

that three men did the job.

Now if we can only figure
out this first word.

D-A-l-S-Y.

- Daisies.

Three of them.

Three daisies, now we're
getting into poetry.

- This last scribbling looks
like a license plate number.

Six, seven, no that could be a T, you see.

Six T N two,

something something.

Whenever there's a T in
a license plate number-

- A truck.

- You're right, Pat.

- And maybe he meant there
were three daisies on a truck.

- No, he would have written three daisies.

Daisy, and "three of them,"

indicate two separate ideas.

I think Daisy was the name on the truck.

- Then there were three guys driving it.

- Yes, I think that's it.

Now let me have that, will you?

- Sure thing.

- Thank you very much, Collins.

- Johnson, put this on
the air, right away.

Get it out to all cars.

- Yes, Mister Tracy.

Calling all cars,

calling all cars.

Be on the lookout for
a truck marked Daisy,

driven by three men.

License plate numbers, six T M two,

blank blank,

wanted for robbery and murder.

- I'll go take care of that sign.

- Right.

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That ought to do it.

- The dough better be waiting for us, too.

(cat screeching)

Cats, cats, the ghetto,
breeding nothing but cats.

Come on.

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- Pennies for the blind.

Pennies for the blind.

Bless you, bless you.

Pennies for the blind.

Pennies for the, pennies for the blind.

Hey you.

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- Look Sightless, how many
times do I have to tell you,

beggars aren't permitted in here.

- How many times do I gotta tell you,

I ain't no beggar, I'm a merchant.

- Well, what are you
doing in here, merchant?

- I'm looking for two customers of mine.

- Well, can you show 'em to me?

- No I-

- Well then, they're not
here, come on, beat it.

- Hey, wait a minute.

That's a funny one.

- Waitin' around gives
me the jitters, too.

I want my dough, and I want it quick.

I want to blow this town.

- It ain't ready yet.

- Will you stop playing with
that cat so I can talk to you?

- Go ahead, talk, the cat don't mind.

- Oh, you're such a
smart carrot, ain't you?

You couldn't just hit that night watchman

over the head, could you?

You had to get fancy and tear him up.

Now the whole homicide
squad's on our tail.

- Can't the boss get rid of this stuff?

- Nobody'll touch it, now.

Our furs are bad enough,

but he's gotta tie 'em up with a murder.

We'll never get our dough now, never.

All because of you and
that itchy hangnail.

Can't use your brains, can you?

Instead of your brains,

you gotta use that hunk of
steel like some stupid animal.

You know what's the matter with you,

you're a killer, Claw.

You're nothin' but a crazy, stupid killer.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah?

No, sure boss.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be there.

- The boss has good news?

- Found somebody who's interested.

Wants to see the furs, tonight.

- There, you see Sam.

We're gonna get our dough after all.

When are you going?

- They'll be at the end
of Hemp Street in an hour.

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- There's someone in the
alley, I was only gonna-

- Leave it there.

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- Hemp Street?

Hemp Street.

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(objects clattering)

Please, mister.

Please.

I didn't do nothin'.

Please, mister.

Let me in, somebody, please let me in.

- Here, what's going on out here?

- You gotta let me in, mister.

- No one's allowed in here, beat it.

- Mister, somebody's
gonna kill me, I swear,

he's right down there.

- Now look old man,
you're drunk and I'm busy,

so beat it, will ya?

- No, no.
- Go on, beat it.

Get out of here.

- I tell ya, he's
there's somebody, mister.

Mister, please let me.

Let me in, please, let me in.

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- You still hangin' around?

- I was just going, mister.

- I'm gonna stay right here until you do.

- Oh that will be fine,
thanks mister, thanks.

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(person laughing)

(engine rumbling)

You stick around, I'll be right out.

- Okay.

- Softly now, the fair
Ophelia, nymph in thy orisons

be all my sins remembered.

- No no, Vitamin, not like that.

- No?

My dear Tess, after 49
years in the theater,

you're telling me?

(door buzzing)

- Dick probably forgot his key.

You let him in, Vitamin,
but don't tell him I'm here.

- Something tells me this is
what you've been waiting for.

(door buzzing)

- I'm sorry.

- Ah, ye gods, what have we here?

- Where's Mister Tracy?

- Mister Tracy buys his fresh fruit

from a dependable dealer, thank you.

- But I've got to see him, it's important.

- You shall not cross this threshold,

until you've been entirely disinfected.

Take your picnic indiscretions elsewhere.

- But mister, you don't understand.

I've been through enough tonight.

- Well, you're not going through here.

- But look, mister.

Tell him it's about the furs.

They're going to meet fence

at the end of Hemp Street in half an hour.

(Vitamin sighing)

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- I wonder what that cab was doing here?

- Must have brought Tess, she
said she'd be over tonight.

- But Vitamin, he might
have been important.

- What importance could
Dick Tracy possibly attach

to an impecunious peddler?

- Oh, Dick at last.

Hello Pat.
- Hello.

- Sorry to be late, Tess.
How long have you been here?

- Three acts of Hamlet, going on four.

- Greetings from the melancholy Dane,

just in time for my soliloquy.

- Before you go into that Vitamin,

who was in that cab that just left here.

- Oh merely, a person of no consequence.

- Vitamin said he was a peddler.

- Yes, a peddler with the
most grandiloquent name.

Visionary I believe he called himself.

- Visionary?

Could it have been Sightless?

Did Sightless stop by here?

- Stop by?

He practically stormed the
gates like a Trojan army of 12.

But I held the fortress didn't I, Tess?

- Look Vitamin, Sightless
is no ordinary peddler.

- That is your opinion.

- What did he say?

- Why, I made a point of
forgetting it immediately.

- Look Vitamin, Sightless
wouldn't have come here

if it hadn't been important.

What did he say?

- Well, in a quaint language all his own,

I believe he mentioned something about,

something was going to happen
at the end of some street,

in some half an hour.

- Oh that's great.

- What was going to happen?

- I think he said somebody was
going to build a fence there.

- Build a fence?

- Fence.

- Maybe it has some
connection with the furs?

- Yes, yes, he said
something about furs, too.

- Vitamin, Sightless said somebody

was going to meet a fence, didn't he?

- I suppose that makes sense.

- It certainly does.

Now look, try to remember,

at the end of what street did he say?

- Let me think.

Let me meditate.

Ah, methinks he said it was at the end of

Flax Street?

- There's no such street.

- Well, something like flax.

Rope, flannel,

crepe machine.

- That's Gaberdine.

- Rope?

Flax?

Could it have been Hemp Street?

- Hemp Street, that's more like it.

- Hemp, flax, a rope by
any other name would smell.

- Vitamin, see that Tess gets
home all right, will you?

- Enchanted.

- I'll see you later.

Come on, Pat.

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- Longshot Lillie.

So she's in the fencing business.

Do we surprise her?

- No, not yet.

What we're interested in,
is who's going to meet her.

- Hey, she's not gonna wait.

(engine revving)

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- Dick Tracy?

- You're not running out on your date

on my account, are you?

- You think I make
dates on street corners?

I had to stop for a moment,
to light a cigarette.

Is there a law against it?

- No, I guess there isn't.

- Then I'll be on my
way, if you don't mind.

Could I give you a lift?

- No thanks, I'll give you one.

Pat, you can drive Lillie's
car, she's coming with me.

- Right.
- Come on.

- What are you trying to pull, Tracy?

You can't treat me like a criminal.

I'm a lady.

- A lady with a date.

Who were you going to see, Lillie?

- Nobody, I told you I had no date.

- Well, you have one now, let's go.

What were you doing on Hemp Street?

- I told you, I was on my way home.

I stopped for a few minutes
to have a cigarette.

I never could do two
things at the same time.

- And why were you so
startled when you saw me?

- Force of habit, I guess.

Every time I see a cop, I
want to get out of his way.

- Look Lillie, you and I both know

what you were doing there.

- What's wrong with
parking on Hemp Street?

- Ordinarily nothing.

But two people were to meet there tonight

about a little matter of hot furs.

Somebody was gonna buy them

from somebody who had them to sell.

- I'm not interested in furs.

I've got all I need.

And anyway, what would I buy them with?

That $60 you've got in your hand?

- Lillie, did you lose anything tonight?

- No.

- Well, then I'm a rich man.

Look what I found.

$20,000 stuffed under the
front seat of her car.

- Is this yours, Lillie?

- Certainly it's mine,

I won it in a poker game tonight.

- Hmm, some game.

- You're barking up the wrong tree, Tracy.

I'm no grifter.

Poker, yes, the races, sure.

Longshot Lillie, that's me.

Gambling's my dish, not fur robbery.

- Okay Lillie,

but you'll have to tell
me who lost the $20,000,

and also who was in the game.

- I'll tell you that,
maybe, on the witness stand.

- We'll give Lillie a
chance on the witness stand.

Book her on suspicion of murder.

- Murder?

You're bluffing, Tracy.

- Not a bluff, Lillie.

A watchman was killed
during the robbery tonight.

- You can't pin a murder rap on me.

- Then start talking.

- All right, all right,
I'll tell you what happened.

Some guy called me tonight and asked me

if I'd be interested in
some hot furs, dirt cheap.

I said, yes.

He said he's call me
back later, so I waited.

- And you called him back?

- You don't catch me on that one, Tracy.

I don't know the guy, so
I don't have his number.

He called me back.

He said to show up at Hemp
Street with the dough,

and that he'd meet me there.

Somebody did meet me there, all right.

The rest is history.

- Who was it called you, Lillie?

- He didn't take the trouble
to introduce himself.

- Who was it?

- I said Tracy, I don't-
- Look Lillie,

you're in enough trouble

without shielding a murderer, who was it?

- You've got to believe
me Tracy, you've got to.

The guy was an absolute stranger,

I don't know how he happened
to call me, but he did.

I've got a reputation,
I play in long shots,

even you know that.

I take big chances, people know it.

It gets around.

Lots of guys know about me,
but I don't know about them.

That guy could have been anybody, anybody.

Believe me, Tracy, I don't know
who it was, I swear I don't.

- Turn this over to the property clerk.

Hold her as a material witness.

- This way please.

- You know something, Dick.

I don't think she's lying.

- Maybe not.

Call down to Sightless
to take a look at her.

Anyway, we'll have to find out from him

who was in that backroom.

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(hand knocking on door)

- Who's there?

- Dick Tracy wants to
see you at headquarters.

- Okay.

Just a minute.

You're not from Tracy.

- No.

Just brought back
something, belongs to you.

Here you go, they're yours.

They're your trademark, Sightless.

- Thanks, thanks.

- I found 'em in the alley,
back of the Blinking Skull.

- No, no, I wasn't there.

- You had to tell him didn't you?

- No.
- You had the spill it,

didn't you?
- No, I didn't see him.

(claw thudding)

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(door clicking)

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(engine rumbling)

- The first door beyond the stairs.

(hand knocking on door)

- Sightless?

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- He's gone, poor guy, just like Hawks.

- I didn't see anybody
come out as we drove up.

- Then there's a chance we've got him

trapped in the building.

- I'll call headquarters and
have the block surrounded.

You suppose he was making a
phone call when we drove up?

- Could be.

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(gun firing)

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(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)
(glass shattering)

(engine roaring)

How do you like that?

He slugged me.

- If you weren't my friend,

I'd say you had it coming to you.

Why didn't you wait until
we had the block surrounded?

- You know, I was just
wondering that myself.

Anyway I winged him,

and I know now what he used
to kill Hawks and Sightless.

I was coming up the stair-

- Tell me about it on the way down.

- He has no right hand.

There's an iron hook
attached to his forearm,

and that's his weapon,
I saw it and I felt it.

- Maybe you're right. Come on,
I want to show you something.

Look at these scratches.

They're brand new, aren't they?

- Say, he uses that hook
for everything, doesn't he?

- It must have been an important call,

or he never would have
stopped to use this phone.

- You're right.

- As a reward for your good work tonight,

I'm gonna give you a nice, safe job,

finding out who he was calling.

- You mean me?

- That's right, I'll
explain at headquarters.

I'll tell you what these
scratches give us Pat.

What's the first thing you do

when you dial a telephone number?

- Why, I look for a nickel.

- No, no.

- I dial the exchange.

- That's right.

You dial the first two
letters of the exchange.

Now these scratches appear
only in the first two holes.

- I get it, Dick.

The exchange the killer was
dialing has got to be here.

- Correct, in checking
a list of exchanges,

you'll find there's only one exchange

with the combination of these
letters, BA for Banning.

- But what about these
other two scratches?

- That's even simpler.

If they appear in the first hole,

the killer could only have been

dialing the number one twice.

- Then we know the number
the killer started to dial,

is Banning 1-1 something something.

- Now all we have to do is
find the complete number,

and we'll know who the
killer is trying to call.

- But there's lots of telephone
numbers that start that way.

- I know.

- A dozen maybe.

- Sure.

- Maybe even as many as 100.

- Mm-hmm, and that's why
I'm giving you the job Pat,

of finding the exact number.

- You mean you want me
to call every number

starting with B-A-1-1?

Now look Dick-

- To your desk Pat, and start in.

- But Dick, who do I say is calling?

And who am I supposed to be?

A guy's gotta know those things.

I can't just walk into something blind.

- Find anything, Donovan?

- I think this is it, Mister Tracy.

- That looks like the bird, all right.

- Mm-hmm.

- According to this,

he hasn't been around since bootleg days.

He used to be a hijacker.

Coast Guard cutter rammed him,

lost his right hand and
crippled his right leg.

Yep, that's him.

Did a stretch in the pen.

Only been out about six months.

Called himself a lot of things,

but his most popular name is "The Claw."

Well Pat, I guess that's
the answer to your question.

- Yep.

- Shall we send out a pickup on him?

- No, not yet anyway.

The Claw isn't in this alone.

Furs aren't in his line,

he wouldn't know how to dispose of them.

- Any idea who the higher up is?

- I'm depending on Pat to tell me that.

- You mean you want me
to imitate this guy?

- Use your deepest
baritone, Mister Patton.

Here's your telephone.

Now, I guess you're all set.

- This is The Claw speaking.

- No, no, no.

- This is-

- Pat, hmm.

- (clearing throat) This
is The Claw speaking.

- See that he keeps that pitch, Donovan.

- Right.

- And let me know the
minute you get results.

- Yes Dick.

I mean, got ya boss.

- Hello.
- Tess!

- Dick, Vitamin's feeling dreadfully.

I feel that you ought to speak to him.

- What's the matter with him?
- Well, his conscience.

The news about Sightless
came over the radio,

and dear I told him that
we all felt bad about it,

but take a look for yourself.

- Snap out of it, Vitamin.

It's true, you did send
Sightless away from the house,

but you don't-

- if I hadn't he'd still be alive.

The solution to your entire dilemma

was on the lips of that peddler,

and I silenced them forever.

Now I needs must atone
for me crime. (sniffling)

- But Vitamin, there's
nothing you can do now.

- Nothing?

There's nothing so
difficult to do as, nothing.

What is it, Dick?

- Vitamin, there is something you can do,

but I don't know whether-

- But me no buts sir,

put me to the test.

- Hello, this is the Claw speaking.

I quit, wise guy.

- What'd they say this time?

- This is the Claw eh,

then go scratch yourself.

Insults, that's all I get.

A man in my position.

- Uh uh uh, I'm sorry
Pat, you're in my company.

Orders from the Chief, he just called.

- Where was he calling from, home in bed?

- No, he's on his way to Humphries.

- What do I care where
he was on his way to?

- Well, that's so you'll
know where to report to him

after you've located his man.

- Then ask him where he'll
be, a year from Thursday.

Let's see, where was I?

(door buzzing)

- Oh, Tracy.

- Good evening, Mister Humphries.

I hope I'm not too late for a call.

- Certainly not, come in.

- Thank you.

- So, Mister Tracy,

I suppose if you had any good news,

I wouldn't have to ask you.

- That's right.

I had hoped to recover your furs tonight,

but something went wrong.

- You mean they're still in the city?

- I'm sure of it.

And we hope to get them
back for you shortly.

- (chuckling) Please don't
take offense at this Tracy,

but tell me frankly,

did Premium ask you to come
over here and tell me that?

- No, why should he?

- Well, tonight the period of grace

for the insurance company expires,

and they have to produce
either the furs or the money.

- You think they'll stall
on their settlement?

- It was just an idea.

- What I really wanted to ask you was,

how long has it been since the combination

was changed on your vault?

- The insurance company
insisted on it being changed

when they wrote the policy.

- Who actually made the change?

- I don't know,

Cudd brought a serviceman over with him.

- Well thank you very
much, Mister Humphries.

- Yes sir.

- I hope to have some news for you soon.

- Okay.

- And the same to you,
with many unhappy returns.

- Dick just called again,

he seems disappointed with you.

- I'm not too happy about him, either.

- Hello?

- Hello, this is the Claw speaking.

- It's about time you called.

(gentle orchestral music)

- Hey hey, he knows me.
- What number did you call?

- I don't know.

- I'll have it traced, keep talking.

- What do I say, what do I talk about?

- Furs, where they're hidden.

- Furs, what am I thinking?

Yeah, I'm still on the line, boss.

Well you see,

I couldn't boss, I ran
into a little trouble.

Donovan, Donovan.

He hung up.

- What number did you dial?
- I don't know.

- Well, think think.

- I can't think.
- You can't think.

- No, no.
- Fine, fine, fine.

(dark orchestral music)

- Oh, hello Tracy.

- Hello, Cudd.
- Who is it?

- I'm Tracy, remember me?

I found your corridor door
open, so I walked right in.

Keeping rather unusual
business hours, aren't you?

- You find out anything?

- Did you know that somebody changed

the combination on Humphries' vault,

shortly before the robbery?

- Mm-hmm, one of the conditions

under which we wrote the policy.

It's not unusual, it should
be done periodically anyway.

- Do you know the new combination?

- I do, I went with the
serviceman who did the job.

- You know it too, Mister Premium?

- Yes, as a matter of fact I do.

Say, what are you driving at, Tracy?

Are you suggesting that Cudd
and I are in on this robbery?

- I'm not suggesting anything yet,

but somebody provided the thieves

with the combination on that vault.

(phone ringing)

Shall I take it?

- No I'll answer it.

Hello?

Yes.

Well I can't go into that tonight,

have him call me back tomorrow.

- Was that The Claw?

- Who's the Claw?

- He's a two-time killer,
and he's got Humphries' furs.

He tried to sell them to a
fence, but something went wrong.

- Well if you know who he is,

why don't you arrest him?

- I don't know where he is.

But if he failed in contacting the fence,

I thought he might call you tonight,

and offer to sell the furs back,

at a big cut under their real value.

- Well, we did have such an idea,

but we didn't know who had them.

- Tonight's our deadline.

If we don't get the furs back,

we'll have to settle with Humphries.

An experienced fur thief would know that.

- The Claw has no experience with furs.

But the man behind him has.

(objects clattering)

Pat, Pat, what in the
world happened to you?

- I've got it Dick, I've got it.

- You've got what?

- The man, higher up.

Banning 1-1-2-6.

- Well, who is it?

- Humphries.

- Well, how do you like that?

The guy figures to collect
$100,000 on his policy,

and still have his furs.

- Are you sure of this, Tracy?

- I'm sure, and I've got a
crooked finger to prove it.

- It adds up, Cudd.

Humphries is counting on you
buying back the furs tonight.

- Sure, he gets his furs
back in the morning,

plus his cut of the dough
we pay to get 'em back.

- Then Tracy why don't you do something,

why don't you lock him up?

- No, let me get my hands on him.

- By locking him up now,
you risk losing your furs,

and we might never catch the killer.

- But Humphries can tell us
where the furs are hidden.

- Don't you think he'll deny
his connection with the crime?

That means a trial,

giving the killer more time than ever

to skip town with the furs.

- That sounds reasonable.

- Well then, what do we do?

- You and I are gonna stick right here.

I'm more certain than ever now,

that the killer will
give you a call tonight.

You and Pat pay Humphries
a friendly little call.

- Right.

- I think I'm gonna enjoy this.

- You know Tracy, I got to admit it.

I'm kinda glad you
dropped in here tonight.

(soft orchestral music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Is he back there?

- I'll see.

(buzzer buzzing)

No, he ain't in.

- That's funny.

He was supposed to make

a very important call for me tonight.

(doorbell buzzing)

Why Cudd, I didn't expect
to see you here tonight.

Any news about the furs?

- Plenty.

- Humphries, one of the
first rules of our company,

is to always keep our clients covered.

- I don't know what you mean.

- Step inside.
- Just a minute.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Not here.

- All right, he's gotta be here somewhere.

Hey, he's here.

He's drunk.

- Let me see.

He's not drunk, he's been hurt.

- Well, looks like he added another

tattoo mark to his collection.

- Is he dead?

- Just about.

Hey, looked to me like he had time

to call the insurance company.

- Maybe we ought to help him.

I've had some experience
knocking out bullets.

- So why waste his time?

Look, we're in the perfect set up here.

It'll be twice as much dough in it for us,

if we call the insurance company.

Just you and me.

- Yeah, but what's gonna
happen when he finds out

we double-crossed him?

- Ah, by the time we'll be
seeing the world, come on.

(cat screeching)

That guy and his cats.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Maybe your answer is wrong, Tracy.

- There could have been
a slip-up somewhere.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

- Is this the Honesty Insurance Company?

- Yes.
- And who am I speaking to?

- Peter Premium.

Who's this?

- Never mind who this is.

Look, how'd you like to get them

Humphries furs back tonight?

All right, listen carefully.

$50,000 in the back

of the Blinking Skull in half an hour.

And by yourself.

- $50,000?

Back of the Blinking Skull?

- And I'm warning you, no cops.

- I understand.

No cops.

- What do you know about that?

Back of the Blinking Skull.

- Are you going, Tracy?

Alone?

- You heard what the man said.

No cops.

- Good luck.

- Buy a pencil from a poor blind man?

Buy a pencil from a poor blind man?

Buy a pencil from...

Brother a random sheckle
for a myopic mendicant.

Peasant.

Ye gods, it is now the very
witching time of night.

But not a suspicious character in sight.

Methinks I have failed Dick Tracy.

- Hey, Sam.

- What?

- Look.

- What?

- Sightless.

- What's the matter with you,

you believe in ghosts?

Come on.
- Yeah but-

- I said, come on.

Hey.

- Buy a pencil from a poor blind man?

- We're expecting someone
to show in about 15 minutes,

let them in, and no one else.

- Okay, Sam.

(light piano music)

- My most profound apologies.

- On your way brother,

we've got to draw the line
somewhere, no moochers.

- That epithet is applicable only to him

who is afflicted with impecuniosity.

- Come again?

- Come again?

I haven't left.

There, keeper of the hooch.

- Okay, name it.

- Fix me something savory and salubrious,

concocted perhaps from citrus grown

in the gardens of Grenada,

chilled by the snows of San Berita,

served in a caddy by chilly name.

- Sorry bub, we ain't got any.

- In language comporting with
your intelligence, lemonade.

- Lemonade?

- Dear me, doesn't anyone
understand English, anymore?

(light piano music)

(footsteps thudding)

- Come on, smile kid, smile.

Another few minutes, you and
me is gonna be 50 grand richer.

(ominous orchestral music)

Somebody winged you, huh?

- Just a scratch.

Had me out cold for a while, though.

- I think you ought to let
Jigger take a look at that,

he's pretty good with them things.

- I'll be all right.

- I think you ought to
take him to see Jigger.

- Okay.

- I gotta stick around.

- You can't go around like that.

- I've done it before.
- I think Sam is right,

you ought to have that looked after.

- You guys sound like you're
trying to get rid of me.

- Oh no, no you're wrong.

- Sure act like

maybe a black cat ran across your path.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Sam grunting)

You're wrong about me Sam, I can-

- Claw, I had nothing to do with it.

(both shouting over each other)

I had nothing to do-

(gun firing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gun clicking)

(chair smashing)

- No Claw, no!

I didn't want to hurt you. (screaming)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(phone ringing)

- No tricks.

- Yes?

- Boss,

this is The Claw.

I just wanted to tell you,

somebody from the insurance
company's on his way down.

I'll take him to the
junkyard on Primrose Street.

We'll have our dough in a few minutes.

And, boss,

we'll only have to split it two ways.

- Fine, Claw.

Fine.

- What's the matter?

Anything wrong?

- No.

Everything's swell, Claw.

Everything's swell.

It's a frame-up. (grunting)

- I've been waiting for this.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(objects clattering)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(buzzer buzzing)

- Okay Jigger, you lead the way.

- Lead the way where?

Hey you cops can't shove me around,

I run a respectable joint.

- We'll talk it over in
the back room, get going.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Let me out of here!

(hand knocking on door)

Let me out of here!

Dick Tracy.

- I'll be right with you, Vitamin.

Okay Jigger, where'd he go?

- I don't know, Tracy.

- I know.

I heard everything.

The furs are in the junkyard on-

- On White Street.

- No, on Primrose Street.

- Vitamin, I'm gonna make you
police commissioner for this.

Call headquarters and have
them send a squad car.

- Aye aye, sir.

- Hey, these pipes are hot, Tracy.

- Better get used to the heat, Jigger.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(engine rumbling)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(metal thudding)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(cat meowing)

I know you're there.

Come out.

(gun firing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(gun firing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(gun firing)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(electricity crackling)
(Claw screaming)

I couldn't get that police commissioner's

job for you Vitamin.

- No?

- That's filled for a while.

This is to show our appreciation.

- Haven't you anything to say, Vitamin?

- For the first time in
my life, I'm speechless.

- You know, I think we should
give you a badge more often.

- Oh, uh, fortunately, I
happen to have a little speech

of acceptance with me.

My dear friends,

cannons to right.

- Vitamin, I have a table reserved for us

at a nearby restaurant.

Suppose you save that speech until later?

- Oh Dick how nice, dancing?

- Why not?

- Tracy, I'm glad you're still here.

I just got a report on Hatchet Harry.

- What about him?

- One of our men spotted
him in the freight yard.

- Sorry Tess, come on Pat.

Oh Vitamin, you won't mind taking

Tess to dinner for me, will you?

- Don't you need me?

- I think we can manage.

- (sighing) Sometimes I wish
I'd been born a super criminal.

- Why, my dear?

- Because then I might
get to see something

of Mister Dick Tracy.

- Oh. (laughing)

(romantic orchestral music)