All language subtitles for The.Price.of.Fear.1956

This dog track has
nothing to do with the story.

But without it,
there wouldn't be any story

because a racketeer's desire
to get control of it

set forces in motion
that caused a man and a woman

who had never met, who were
not likely ever to meet,

to converge on each other
like express trains.

And with the same result.

The man is half-owner
of the track.

Honest, altogether a decent guy.

His name is Dave Barrett.

Don't be frightened, Dave.

This isn't a stick-up.

Now, who let you in?

I let myself in.

Looks like I'll have to have
the locks changed.

Don't waste your money, Dave.

You'll just have to get
extra copies made for Frankie.

Where did Frankie edare
get those keys?

- And why?
- Where is easy.

From your ex-partner,
Lou belden.

Why is obvious.

- Ex-partner?
- Catching on.

- Belden sold out to edare?
- Bingo.

- I don't believe it.
- Believe it.

Where's Frankie edare right now?

He's at the intermezzo
having dinner.

He's saving a place for you.

Let's go.

While Dave is on his way,

a lovely businesswoman
is coming happily

out of the nightclub.

She has devoted her life
to her work.

And the greatest success
of her career

is within her reach.

And tonight she is celebrating.

Jessica Warren.

Beautiful, successful,

above reproach.

A woman
used to making decisions,

and right decisions.

She's happy.

Maybe a bit too happy.

Heading toward
a fateful decision.

Hello, Dave.
Sit down, have a steak.

No thanks. I'm not hungry.

Oh, come on, sit down.

Black Angus.

Raised them on my ranch.

The best steaks in town.

And when I operate a place,
everything is the best.

You'll find that out, Dave.

Not if I can help it.

Well, Dave,
we're business partners now.

- Hm, if you say so.
- Mm-hmm.

I got a paper in here
which proves it.

Signed by your former associate.

How'd you get Lou to sell out?

You think I pressured him?

I didn't need to pressure him.
He offered me a deal.

You don't believe me, ask Lou.

What's your angle, Frankie?

There's nothing in my setup
for an operator like you.

Not the way you run it.

That's the way I'm gonna run it.

I'm not cutting you in.

Don't beg for trouble, Dave.

There won't be any trouble,

not if you pull out now.

Oh-oh, Dave,
I got a better idea.

You pull out. I'll give you
the same deal I gave belden.

You must be stupid, Frankie.

Racing commission hears
that you're moving in,

they'll close down the track
in five minutes.

Belden's gonna front for me.

Now, who's gonna know
my connection?

Me.

Okay, Dave.

Anything goes wrong,
I'll know who to thank.

- I couldn't help it, Dave.
- You couldn't help it?

- Now, wait a minute.
- So help me, I...

Take it easy now.

Look. Four ribs they broke.

Okay. So now all you've got
to worry about is me.

So help me, I ever lay eyes
on you again, I'll kill ya!

All right, Dave, get outta here.

I don't go for this rough stuff.

Come on, Lou.
I'll buy you a drink.

Rummy, come on back here.

No. No.

They're following us, all right.

Mister, I don't want
to get in any trouble.

Okay, look...

Mcnab, here's 20 bucks.

- Pull over and stop.
- You bet.

Operator.

Operator.

Give me the police.

Police department. Hello?

Hello? Police department.

Hello?

This is Jessica Warren.
600 Chelsea drive.

I want to report a stolen car.

No, I've had enough, Frankie.

Oh, come on, Lou.
It'll do you good.

- No more. I can't take it.
- Come on.

One more. Good scotch.

Hello?

What?

Yeah, just a minute. Boss?

- Yeah?
- Frankie?

We lost Barrett.

What do we do now, go back

and wait for him
at his apartment?

No, Dave's no sitting duck.

He's scared.

Yeah, he's got some angles
to figure.

He's smart enough
not to light any place

till he's figured 'em.

Did you get the number
of that cab?

I know the cabbie.

Uh, he's a guy named
Johnny mcnab.

He hacks around the club a lot.

Good.

Uh, take off
until tomorrow night.

Enjoy yourself.

Dave is gunning for you, Lou.

You think
Dave is really sore enough...

Don't worry.
I'm driving you home myself.

We'll go out the back way.
My car is parked there.

Wait.

- What was that?
- What?

Wait here.

It's okay.

Nothin' but a cat.

S... somebody phone the police.

A friend of mine
has just been shot.

Jessica Warren, I love you.

The first I heard of this
was when I saw it

spread all over the front page
of the morning paper.

My name's Pete carroll.
I'm a city detective.

- Who gave this to the papers?
- I did. Why?

Well, you're lucky they didn't
quote you, lieutenant.

You got another angle, Pete?

Yeah. Dave Barrett didn't do it.

You've been bettin'
on the dogs lately?

Well, if you mean,
is Dave a friend

of mine, the answer is yes.

Then where is he?

Have you tried his home, Jim?

Stop kidding, Pete,
he didn't go home

all last night.

Nobody's laid an eye on him

since he threatened to kill
belden.

Who said he threatened belden?
Frankie edare?

About 20 withesses.

All disinterested, all in full
possession of their faculties.

Quote, "if I ever see you again,
I'll kill you." Unquote.

Well, that doesn't prove
anything.

This wasn't
their first skirmish.

Belden had been dipping
into the till.

Dave was pressuring him
to pay up.

So he whacks him off
to make sure he can't collect?

That make sense to you?
Another thing.

You haven't placed him
at the scene of the crime,

you haven't got a murder weapon.

- Yes?
- Bring bolasny in.

Yes, sir.

Who's bolasny?

Runs a hockshop
down on 3rd street.

Sit over here, Mr. bolasny.

Mr. bolasny,
this is sergeant carroll.

Tell him what you told me.

Uh, I don't want
to make any trouble

for Mr. Barrett, lieutenant.

Just because he bought
a shotgun from me...

- When?
- Yesterday evening.

I was just closing the shop
when he came in.

How do you know it was Barrett?

Uh...

Uh, sometimes
I bet on the dogs races.

So I look in the sporting pages
for the winners.

I saw Mr. Barrett's picture
there many times.

Were the lights on
when he came in?

Excuse me?

You were closing up the shop.

Didn't you turn off
some of the lights?

L... 1... I don't understand.

Well, you could be mistaken.

It was dark in there.

Could you be sure
that the man was Barrett?

Yes, I am sure.

Thank you, Mr. bolasny.
You can go now.

Why a shotgun?

It did the job.

I think
somebody was gunnin' for Frankie

and they got the wrong guy.

Frankie thinks somebody
was gunnin' for both of 'em.

And he thinks
that somebody was Barrett.

You're gonna have
to pick up Barrett.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah, I, I guess so.

Lieutenant Walsh.

Well, hold on.
Stick around, Pete.

When was he picked up?

On what charge?

Take him
to the interrogation room.

They've got Barrett
in a cell downstairs.

Picked him up early this morning
on suspicion

of Grand Theft Auto.

Dave Barrett, a car thief?

Well,
that's the wildest one yet.

- Hey, Pete.
- Yeah, mort?

We've got the guy that did
that hit and run last night.

It's the car thief
they're holding downstairs.

- What?
- Yeah.

Exhibit a, a fragment of glass

from the scene of the accident.

Exhibit b, a fragment of glass

from a light of the stolen car.

Ah, it's a perfect fit.

Also, bloodstains from
the Fender of the stolen car

match the victim's blood,
the same type and a rare one.

- Anything else?
- Yeah.

The victim's watch
stopped at 12:31.

Good work, mort.

Say, would you get to work

on that buckshot
that they got out of belden?

Sure, Pete.

You got trouble, soldier.

What trouble?

She presses the charges,
I plead guilty

and get a suspended sentence.

Chances are she won't, though,
after I...

You get some pretty girls
in your bastille, Pete.

Look, I didn't steal that car.

Let's forget about the car
for a minute.

- Talk about Lou belden.
- Why?

Because I gotta find out
who killed him. That's why.

Lou, killed? When?

About two hours after
you threatened to kill him.

Frankie was with him.

Lou wasn't much good, but...

I say the wrong man got it.

Hey, wait a minute.

They don't think I did it,
do they?

No. Not anymore.

That hit-and-run you did
alibis you.

Hit-and-run?

Look, sarge,
stop talking like a detective

and give it to me straight,
will you?

All right.

You ran down that old man
at approximately 12:30.

You couldn't possibly
have driven from the scene

of the accident in time
to kill Lou belden.

But I didn't run down any...

Hey, wait a minute.

How good is the frame
for the belden killing?

It's very good so far.

And if I know Frankie edare,
it'll improve as time goes on.

Come on, Dave, let's go.

Ms. Warren,

do you know this man?

- No.
- Did you ever see him before?

Never.

Ms. ferranti,
have you ever seen this man?

No.

Now then, Ms. Warren,
according to your statement,

you left the domino restaurant
at approximately midnight

and drove
straight to your office.

It might have been earlier.
It was certainly no later.

Uh, twelve o'clock then,
give or take ten minutes?

That's right.

How long did it take you
to drive

from your restaurant
to your office?

Five or six minutes.

There was very little traffic
at that time.

Do you ordinarily leave
the keys in your car?

It's...

It was a bad habit of mine.

And you didn't notice
that the car was missing

until you telephoned the police?

That's correct.

Thank you, Ms. Warren.
That's all.

Now then, Barrett.

We're holding you on suspicion
of Grand Theft Auto,

pending further investigation
of the hit-and-run.

If the man dies, you'll be
charged with manslaughter.

But I...

I don't understand.

You mean that this man

or whoever stole my car...

He did it, all right.

How dreadful.

And you?

She's the victim's
daughter, Ms. Warren.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I, I... I feel
sort of responsible.

You see, if I hadn't left
my keys in my car...

Dr. ferranti
is still alive, Ms. Warren.

When he tells his story,
it'll change a lot of things.

I know
that merger's not gonna happen.

But the time to sell is
just before it doesn't happen.

Do you agree? Good.

Then we'll hold on
a little longer.

Excuse me. Yes, Mary?

There's a Mr. Barrett out here.

- Who?
- A Mr. David Barrett.

He says it's important.

All right, I'll... I'll see him.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Harrison,
I'll have to call you back.

Don't be frightened, Ms. Warren.
I didn't break out of jail.

They let me out on bail.

I'm not frightened.
Merely puzzled.

Puzzled? What about?

I don't understand how a man
like you would steal a car.

Oh, I'm just an ordinary,
run-of-the-mill car thief.

Don't talk nonsense,
not with me.

Well, I didn't really steal it.

I just borrowed it because I,

because I needed it,
but I didn't...

- Didn't run down that man?
- No.

But I'm going to find out
who did.

Good.

And what do you want of me?

Well...

You might explain
why you told the police

that your car was stolen
in front of this building.

- Because it was.
- Not by me.

I picked it up in a gas station
on the other side of town.

But that's impossible.

That's right...

But it's true.

I don't know why, Mr. Barrett,
but I'm inclined to believe you.

Well, thank you.

Let's keep that our secret
for the time being.

But if you are innocent...

I want them to think
I'm guilty for a while.

Hm. Now I am really puzzled.

I'm supposed to have been
in the act of murdering a man

named belden at the time
ferranti was struck down.

- Murder?
- I didn't do it.

The only way I can prove
that I didn't

is to let them think
that I am the man who really

ran ferranti down in your car.

Mr. Barrett, I hope you won't
think me unsympathetic,

but you must understand
that my livelihood

depends upon
my clients' confidence in me.

It would be fatal if they should
think that I had anything to do

with a suspected murderer
and a proven car thief.

After all, your problems
are not of my making.

Do you understand?

Quite.

"These then are the facts."

You willfully and feloniously

quit the scene of the accident

with wanton disregard

for the life of the injured man

in violation of the laws

"and statutes of this state."

Would you say that this is

an accurate statement
as to the facts

in this case, Mr. Barrett?

As far as it goes, yes.

Anything you would care
to add to it at this time?

No.

Any specific objections?

Let's get this over with.

- Uh, just a moment, captain.
- Yes, Mr. Mitchell?

The district attorney
doesn't want Barrett charged

at this time.

We have a full confession here,
waiting to be signed.

All right, Barrett.
You're free to go.

Hey, wait.
What's your hurry, Mitchell?

You'll get a call
from our office, Barrett.

I haven't time
to talk to you just now.

Maybe you better take time.

It's all very simple.

We just don't want you
to perjure yourself.

The da has pledged
to protect the innocent

as well as punish the guilty.

And, uh,
you know as well as I do...

- You didn't run down ferranti.
- What makes you so sure?

Because you were
on the other side of town

on your way to murder belden.

You really think
you can prove that?

We've got 20 witness to testify

that you threatened
belden's life.

We got a witness who says
you bought a shotgun.

Belden was murdered
with a shotgun.

Have you found the shotgun?

We will.

- What are you doing here?
- Naturally, I'm interested.

What are you going to do now?

Well, they're gonna have
a rough time finding the fella

that really did
that hit-and-run.

Otherwise, there's a guy
named Frankie edare

who would have found him by now.

Frankie doesn't like
my using it as an alibi

any more than the da does.

And while
they're looking for him,

I've got to find a way to
stay out of the electric chair.

Well, there's nothing
you can do about it

for the next hour or so,
is there?

I thought you wanted to stay
out of this whole business.

I did,
but watching you just now,

I, I had to believe
in your innocence.

And I want to help.

- And besides...
- Yes?

I'm hungry.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- May I come in?
- Of course.

Thank you.

I'll tell you how it is,
Ms. Warren.

The district attorney
is pressuring us

to get Dave off
on that hit-and-run charge.

But I thought
you were David's friend.

I'm also a policeman.

And being a policeman
comes first,

even if it means having
your friend convicted of murder?

Ferranti's watch stopped
at the time of the accident.

12:31.

You reported
your car stolen at 12:45.

But I told you
I didn't know what time it was.

I reported it to the police
as soon as I missed it.

After the accident.

Why don't you come out and say
what you're thinking?

All right.

Dave's not a car thief.

Edare was out to get him.

He stole your car
to make a getaway.

He didn't even know
about the hit-and-run

until I told him.

Therefore, he must have picked
up the car someplace else,

after someone else
had ditched it.

I suppose it's possible,
but I still don't see...

Ms. Warren,
what would you say the odds are

on a car being stolen twice
in one hour?

I've never computed them.

Hello, Jessica.
I'm sorry I'm late.

Say, what's going on here?

Ms. Warren will tell you
all about it, Dave.

Wait a minute, Pete.
I wanna talk to you.

All right.

My colleagues down
at headquarters have just

torn your apartment to pieces
in a last ditch effort

to find that gun
that killed belden.

They've got orders
to search everything.

Whose brainstorm is this?

District attorney.

He figures all he needs
to nail you for that killing

is the shotgun.

Yeah”? How do you figure it?

That depends
on where we find the gun.

Goodnight, Ms. Warren.

- Goodnight, Dave.
- Pete.

Jessica?

- What is it?
- I feel terrible.

You look beautiful.

Sergeant carroll thinks
I ran down that poor man.

- Did he say that?
- Not in so many words.

He suspects me.

Jessica, look at me.

Did you do it?

No. I didn't.

That's good enough for me.

And what about you?

I've got an out when I need it.
I was in a taxi at the time.

- And I know the driver's name.
- Well, then why haven't you...

He can also place me within
shooting distance of belden.

That's why I'm saving him
till I need him.

Are you sure
he'll recognize you?

He'll recognize me, all right.

I tipped him $20,
and his name's mcnab.

You don't seem very pleased.

Oh, I... I am,
really, I am, but...

Don't you see
that when you're clear,

they'll come right back at me?

Jessica, listen to me.

If I ever thought I'd be
standing here in my right mind

with two sets of bloodhounds
on my trail

for two crimes
I didn't commit...

I'm not minding very much
when you look at me

the way you are right now,
why...

David.

You've got nothing
to be afraid of.

Stop worrying. Promise?

No.

Trust me.

I can handle Pete.

The thing that bothers me is...

Do I know how to handle you?

Yes, ma'am,
what can I do for you?

I'm looking for a driver
named mcnab.

Mcnab?

Everybody is looking for mcnab.

So mcnab turned his cab in last
Friday and he never came back.

I tried to call him,
but he moved out.

He left no forwarding address.

That's all I know.

Would everybody mean
Mr. frank edare?

Frank edare?
You mean, the big wheel?

Look, I would make it
worth your while

if you could find
Mr. mcnab for me.

If I do, where can I reach you?

Uh, I'll telephone you.

Paddy gorin.
I want to talk to Frankie edare.

- Ms. Warren?
- Yes?

I'm Frankie edare.

Yes?

You and I have a few things
to talk over, Ms. Warren.

What on earth could you and I
possibly have to talk of,

Mr. edare?

Shall I go in to detail?

Not here.

Care to go for a drive?

Ah, you're
quite a girl, Jessica.

- Thank you.
- Oh, don't worry.

I wasn't about to make a pass.

That's very kind of you.

Oh, now, don't get me wrong.
I'd like to.

But with me,
business comes first.

You know, we've got an awful lot
in common, Jessica.

- Oh?
- Mm-hmm.

Such as a powerful itch

to locate a character
named mcnab.

Mcnab?

Oh, don't be cute.

Ah, like I say,
we both want mcnab.

You want him to clear your
boyfriend of that hit-and-run.

On, it's okay with me.
I like it that way.

But once he's clear of that,

I've got all the evidence
it takes

to send him up
for the belden murder.

He didn't kill belden
and you know it.

He didn't pull that hit-and-run.

He...

- You say something?
- No.

I get it. An insurance policy...

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Stupid me.

Well, I thought you were betting
on the wrong horse.

And all the time
you want Barrett sent over

for that hit-and-run, don't you?

You want mcnab kept quiet,
don't you?

- Did I say that?
- Oh, you don't have to.

Ah, Jessica, you and I are gonna
do business together yet.

Watch and see.

That depends on which of us
finds mcnab first.

No matter who finds him first,
he's mine.

If you want to stay pretty
and stay in business,

you better make a note of that.

You must have a lot of money
in that greyhound track.

Oh, it's not the money.

I just don't like people
that get in my way.

Mr. edare, if David were
convicted for manslaughter,

that would put him
out of your way for a few years.

Wouldn't that be enough?

Well, that old man
might just recover.

You ever thought of that?

He hasn't regained
consciousness.

They don't expect him
to last the night.

Oh...

No, I... I prefer
capital punishment.

It's so nice and permanent.

It's getting chilly.

Don't you think
we ought to be going back?

Then let's change places,
sweetheart.

I don't trust your driving.

- Ms. Warren's apartment?
- That's right.

- This is marked, "personal.”
- Oh.

Well, just put it there, please.

Thank you.

Yes?

Some flowers just arrived
for you, Ms. Warren.

How nice.

- Shall I put them in water?
- Please.

- Is Ms. Warren in?
- Yes, she is, Mr. Barrett.

- I'll tell her you're here.
- Thank you.

It's all right, alba.

What a nice surprise.

Well, I thought you might
like to go to the races

on this lovely afternoon.

I'd love to,
it'll take me a moment

to get dressed.

Oh, your flowers just arrived.

What are they? Roses?

Your guess is as good as mine.

What does it mean, David?

Pete, I'm at Jessica Warren's
apartment.

Someone just sent her a shotgun.

Hold it.

- Jim?
- Yeah, Pete?

Anyone sent in a tip
on the belden murder gun?

In Jessica Warren's apartment.

Probably some crackpot,
but I'm sending over

a couple of men, just in case.

Well, hold them. I'll handle it.

- Hello, Dave?
- Yes, Pete?

I'll be right over.

- Is this what it came in?
- Yes.

I'm afraid I'll have to take you
downtown, Ms. Warren.

We'll have to make
a full report on this.

Look, Pete.
It's such an obvious plan.

What's to be gained by dragging
her name through the headlines?

Maybe putting her
out of business

just to make something official
that you already know.

I'm sorry, Dave, but I have to.

The book says you have to.

What do you say?

Ms. Warren, if you'll mail me
a signed statement,

I promise not to use it
unless I absolutely have to.

- Is that fair enough?
- It's more than fair.

Sergeant carroll. Thank you.

That's all right.
Bye, Ms. Warren. See you, Dave.

Oh, say, Dave.

Call me at the office in
the morning. I've got an idea.

Okay.

- Bye.
- Goodbye.

Thank you, David.

- Good morning, pop.
- Why do you always come here?

Already I got enough trouble
because of you.

- Oh, what's eating you?
- What's eating me, you ask?

You stay here all day.

The police spy on me at night.

Followed everywhere.

We love you, popsie.

We don't want nothing
should happen to you.

Hey, you got anything
to read back there?

- Here's a newspaper.
- Thanks.

This is a foreign newspaper.

You think I'm illiterate?

- I'm sorry. Excuse me, please.
- That's okay, pop.

I got some magazines
out in the car.

- What can I do for you?
- Can I sell a gun here?

Maybe. I buy guns
in good condition.

Where did you get this?

You sold it to me
last Friday evening.

Who are you?

You knew me well enough
to identify me to the police.

What do you want, Mr. Barrett?

Are you sure
that's the gun you sold me?

Yes.

Who really bought
that shotgun, Mr. bolasny?

Now, look, I don't want
to make troubles for anybody.

- Who bought it?
- You did, Mr. Barrett.

- You swear to that?
- I talked to the poli...

Tell me, bolasny. I'm the one
you talked to at headquarters.

Look, I... I don't s... see
too good...

Truth is that you can't see good
enough to identify anybody.

Now isn't that true, bolasny?
1...

Look, I don't know
who bought the shotgun.

One of Frankie edare's boys,
wasn't it?

- I don't know.
- Was it Vince Brady?

Now, look,
I run a little business.

All the names are in my books.
You can see for yourself.

I'm not interested
in your books, bolasny.

Have a look... look in the back.

Maybe you'll find it there,
in the back.

Look in the back.
Look in the back.

Well, now what?

State just lost
a murder suspect.

But you've got other problems,
haven't you?

Yes, Mary?

A Mr. edare is on the phone.

All right, I'll talk to him.

- Hello.
- Hello, Jessica.

I got a hot flash for you.

Your boyfriend has been
cleared of that murder charge.

- Are you sure?
- Sure, I'm sure.

Well, then you won't be
sending me anymore presents.

Stop kidding around.
We're partners now.

I've decided
to play things your way.

- My way?
- Sure.

I'm gonna send him over
for that hit-and-run.

Have you found mcnab?

No, not yet.

But Barrett will be turning
this town upside down

looking for him now.

Now, here's what
I want you to do.

Get Barrett out of town, see,
and then...

- Mr. edare? Mr. edare?
- Yes?

I thought we were going
to play this my way.

Now you listen to me!

My way, Mr. edare.

Okay.

Keep me posted, will you?

Vince.

Yeah, Frankie?

I got a job for you.

Tail the Warren dame.

I got a hunch
she might lead you to mcnab.

After I find him,
how do you want him?

Quiet.

That's all. Just quiet.

Well, it's very kind of you,
Mrs. weems.

It's all in a day's work,
Mr. Barrett.

Thanks a lot.

- Hello?
- Honey, I'm sorry.

I'm afraid we're gonna have to
break our date this afternoon.

Oh, but I'm all ready,
and I miss you.

Me, too, but something
important has come up.

What is it?

I think I found mcnab.

Hello?

Jessica?

Yes, but hold on a minute.

There's someone
on the other phone.

- Hello.
- Yes?

David...

This is very important for you.

Please let me go with you.
I can be of help.

I am a good salesman, you know?

You don't have to sell me.

The address is 203, north 7th.

Got it?

Yes. I'll be there
in ten minutes.

- Mrs. mcnab?
- Yes.

My name is Barrett.
Is your husband at home?

Oh. Why, no, he isn't.
He's out of the city at...

- May we come in, please?
- A... are you from the police?

No, Mrs. mcnab.

Mr. Barrett has been accused
of a terrible crime

and your husband
can help prove his innocence.

Oh, I... I see.
Well, won't you come in?

Thank you.

Please sit down.

I was, uh, I was just about
to make some coffee.

- Would you like some?
- No, thank you.

- I'd like a cup, please.
- Uh, all right.

Excuse me.

I guess we'll have to wait.

They say
a watched pot never boils.

You'll have to excuse
the condition of the apartment.

Since Johnny left,
I seem to be too nervous

to do much of anything.

Is your husband really
out of the city, Mrs. mcnab?

I wish I knew, Mr. Barrett.

Tuesday he went
to the unemployment place

and he never came home,
never telephoned, nothing.

Have you notified the police?

- Oh, I couldn't do that.
- Why not?

Well, uh, h... he might have
just gone off on a drunk

and, and if I'd put the police
on him and that's all it was,

well, he'd never speak to me
again.

I don't think your husband is
just out on a drunk, Mrs. mcnab.

What have you heard?
Is he in some kind of trouble?

- You should know that.
- Well, what have you heard?

Mr. Barrett? What is it?

Did you hear about a man

who was run over
last Friday night?

Are you trying to get
Johnny mixed up in that?

Is that why you're trying
to find him?

Well, no wonder
he didn't come home.

No, Mrs. mcnab.
That's not why we're here.

Let me, David.

Why should I talk to you?

I don't even know who you are.

My name is Jessica Warren.

I'min
the investment banking business.

You'll have to be trustworthy
when you handle

other people's money.
Don't you think, Mrs. mcnab?

Oh, excuse me.

Imagine, a lady banker.

Handling all that money.

My, my.

Sure you won't have a cup,
Mr. Barrett?

The talk of money seems to cheer
you up a good bit, Mrs. mcnab.

You will have to accept
my apologies.

I'm not really suspicious
by nature.

It's just that I've been under
such a strain this past week.

Mrs. mcnab, are you sure
there's nothing you can do

to help us find your husband?

Well, if I knew, I,
I would have found him myself.

But if he were off on a drunk
as you said,

isn't there some bar
that he might go to?

Well, um,
there is one near here.

The nugget.
But they haven't seen him.

Thank you, Mrs. mcnab.

I'm sure
everything will work out

for the best.

Thank you, Ms. Warren.

Good luck, Mr. Barrett.

They've gone.

How'd they track us down,
I wonder.

- I'm glad they did.
- Why?

How's a $1000 for a reason?

A thousand bucks?

When a woman shoves that
in your pocket,

she's got something to hide.

Yeah.

Well, I didn't know
I had a guest.

My father is dead.

Dead?

- Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
- Sorry?

An old man who loved his life.

Such a gentle old man.

And you say you're sorry?

Look, I didn't do it.

And I could prove it.

I'm sure you can.

A big man like you

with money and influence
and important friends.

But who is going to worry
about professor ferranti?

He had no influence, no friends,

but a few students
who loved him.

But I...

I won't forget.

And you'll be punished
for what you've done.

I swear to it, if it takes me
the rest of my life!

I shouldn't have come here.

Listen to me, please.

Sit down.

There's a murder.

Now, somebody might want you
for a witness,

but keep quiet.

A guy is charged
with hit-and-run.

You know he didn't do it
because he's sittin'

in the back of your cab
at the time.

But shush! Keep quiet.

Maybe he'll beat the rap,
anyway.

And then...

And the next thing I hear,

the, the hit-and-run victim
is dead.

That makes it manslaughter

for that poor, innocent slob

who was sittin' in the back
of your cab at the time.

I thought you said
we should mind our own business.

I've got to live
with my conscience, ruthie.

Well, live with it then,
if you prefer it to me.

Don't talk like that, ruthie.

No.

Don't you talk like that.

Okay.

Okay, ruthie.

- I think I'll take a walk.
- Where?

Maybe I'll stop in
at the nugget for a drink.

No, Johnny. You've had enough.
Now stay here.

I'll bring you
a couple of containers of beer.

- How's that?
- I gotta have a drink, ruthie!

All right, I'll go
to the liquor store for you.

Come on now.

There's one down on 2nd street.

Now, you just sit down

and... relax.

Listen to some music.

I'll take the bus.

I'll be back, dear,
before you know it.

Mr. Barrett, if you are finished

what you had to say to me,
I will...

Hello?

Speaking.

Who's this?

Will you speak up? I can't...

This is Johnny mcnab.

I got to talk to you,
Mr. Barrett. I'm in my...

Well...

Going out or just slipping

into something more comfortable?

You know,
I don't think Dave is gonna be

in much of a party mood tonight.

Somebody stuck a knife
in his alibi.

You mean, mcnab?

Yeah.

That was Dave's last chance.

You're in the clear, baby.

Well, aren't you gonna thank me?

Aren't you taking
rather a lot for granted?

What?

I didn't ask for any favors.

I never do any favors,
sweetheart.

People do favors for me.

Then you're wasting your time.

Wasting time is another thing
I don't do.

You're on my team now,
whether you like it or not.

Or would you rather
explain to the cops

why you were trying
to track down mcnab

before Dave could get to him?

What do you want from me?

No. Like I said, with me,
business comes first.

And with me.

How about Dave Barrett?

Strictly business, Jessica?

- Goodnight, Mr. edare.
- Just a minute, you.

Not so fast.

Okay, sweetheart.

That's all I wanted to know.

For a minute there, I thought
you might be going soft.

But you're okay, Jessica.

Just stay as sweet as you are.

Sorry I'm late.
I had a few things to do.

It's all right.
I'm not dressed yet.

Come with me
while I finish my makeup.

Let's have fun.

It may be my last chance
for a while.

What's the matter, David?

Mcnab telephoned me
this evening.

Mcnab?

- Yeah. Mcnab.
- But I thought he was...

What?

Nothing. I, uh...

I was surprised, that's all.

Hm.

How did you know mcnab was dead?

How did you know?

I found his body.

It was still warm
when I found it.

Well, then,
Frankie edare was behind it.

- How do you figure that?
- He was here tonight.

- Frankie?
- Yes.

I was going to tell you
about it later.

- So much has happened today.
- Yeah, so it would seem.

David, you don't think that I...

Well, what do you expect me
to think?

You know about the mcnab killing
before the body is cold.

And who comes running to you
with exclusives? Frankie edare.

Well, shall I tell you
why he came here tonight?

I think it would be a good idea.

Well, the first time
I saw Frankie edare,

he tried to force me
to help him break your alibi

for the belden murder.

Why didn't you tell me about it?

Why do people usually keep quiet
about blackmail?

When was the next time?

I didn't give him a flat no.

I told him
that I would think about it.

I managed to hold him off

until you were cleared
of the murder charge.

That was the last I saw of him
until he came here tonight.

And tonight?

He told me that mcnab was dead

and that you would go up
for manslaughter.

And he said
that if I mentioned anything

about our conversations

or if I tried to help you
in any way,

he would see to it
that I went to prison

instead of you.

Go on.

He told me
that I'd, I'd done him out

of one chance at you
and that he wasn't going

to stand still for it again.

And, and then he seemed
to go crazy

and he started pushing me around

and calling me horrible names.

I'm sorry, Jessica. If I'd...

Stay here. I'll take care of it.

- Mrs. mcnab.
- Where's Ms. Warren?

- What is it you want?
- I'll tell her myself.

- You killed my husband.
- You're mad.

You killed him just like you
stabbed him with your own hand.

Mrs. mcnab,
if anyone is to blame, I am.

Ms. Warren
was just trying to help me.

Well, then tell me this,
Mr. Barrett.

If she wanted to help you
find Johnny,

why did she bribe me
to keep quiet?

- Bribe?
- One thousand dollars.

Ten brand-new $100 bills.

I was frightened, David,
frightened for you.

I thought if I gave her money,
she might help us.

She's lying,
and I can prove it. Here.

Here is the card she gave me
when she handed me the money.

"Tell him nothing."

I meant...

I meant, tell him nothing
about the money.

Don't you believe her.

- Was there anything else?
- Yes.

You may be taken in,
but the police won't be.

Sending you to prison,
Ms. Warren,

won't bring my husband back.

But Johnny was a good provider

and you could fix it,

so in some ways,

I wouldn't hardly miss him.

Do you know the penalty
for blackmail in this state,

Mrs. mcnab?

David, please.
She's overwrought.

I'm sorry, Mrs. mcnab.
I'll do what I can to help.

But you must never, never
embarrass me like this again.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

I think we understand each other
very well.

Pardon my curiosity,
but exactly what kind of help

were you trying to buy me
when you slipped her that $1000?

I don't know, really. I...

It was an impulsive gesture.

Anyway, what does it matter now?
The man's dead.

Sure he is.
So were ferranti and belden.

What do you mean by that?

I mean, the police
are gonna ask questions.

I'm gonna have to know
the answers.

I want the truth, Jessica.

All right, I...

I tried to keep you
from finding mcnab

because edare said
that if I didn't,

he'd take care of you
the way he took care of belden.

So you decided to help Frankie
send me to jail for my own good?

You've got to believe me, David.

But all I ever wanted
was to help you,

ever since that first day
you came in to my office.

- Why?
- Don't you know?

I don't know anything
for sure anymore.

You know that I love you.

What can I do, David?
Just tell me. I'll do anything.

I don't know.

I don't know
what to do or think anymore.

You're tired, David.

Your hands are cold.
Come and sit down.

You ran down ferranti.

I didn't. I didn't!

You ran him down,
ditched your car

and reported it stolen.

Or did you see me take it?

I saw you.

I was in the telephone booth
reporting myself to the police.

What are we going to do, David?

- Tell the police?
- No.

- Yes, Jessica.
- Is there no other way?

No.

How you must hate me.

That's not true.

I lied to you,
betrayed your confidence.

And now I've fallen in love
with you.

And it's too late.

If only you'd told me sooner.

I was afraid, David,
afraid you'd hate me.

I don't hate you.

- You mean that?
- Yes.

I know I don't deserve
anything else...

But to be left with nothing,

to feel that even my love
for you has meant nothing.

Oh, David, I can't bear it.

Can you forget the other things
just for this evening

and stay with me until...

Oh, David.

I'm so afraid.

I'll stay, Jessica.

Just as if
we were two people in love...

Who had met in the ordinary way

and had no problems at all...

Just as if
we were two people in love.

Period.

David.

Yes?

You're not going to turn me in,
are you?

No.

You're gonna turn yourself in.

David, no!

There's no other way, Jessica.

There is!

I understand.

You're quite a girl, Jessica.

David.

Doesn't my love
mean anything at all to you?

Nobody loves a patsy, Jessica,
least of all, you.

Thanks, sweetheart,
but no thanks.

David.

David!

I'm giving you until noon
to call the police.

Oh, come in.

I couldn't sleep.

The house is so empty.

Yes, I know.

I am ashamed.

I know you didn't do it.

I want to help you.

Thanks a lot.

But I know
who killed your father.

Who?

I can't tell you.

But I have the right to know.

That's true.

And you still won't tell me?

Not until tomorrow.

- Well, I... I don't understand.
- Well, I...

- Yes?
- David.

Have you told anyone yet?

No. Of course not.

Can you give me
a little more time? Two days?

Even one might help.

Why?

I can't go through with it.

- I'm leaving the country.
- Now, wait a minute.

Listen to me.

Jessica!

I've written
a full confession for you.

My train leaves in half an hour.

The skylark limited.

Car 240.

Drawing room b.

I have to leave.

May I ask you one question?

Sure.

Are you in love
with Jessica Warren?

- Hello?
- This is Nina ferranti.

Yes, Ms. ferranti?

Jessica Warren and David Barrett

are running away together.

What?

They are on the skylark limited.

It leaves at 3:48.

I can't make it.

But you've got to stop them.

Yeah, maybe I can beat the train
to clayport.

Thanks, Ms. ferranti.

- Who is it?
- Dave.

David.

You can't do this, Jessica.

Why not?

Look, we can make it.

It's no good, baby.

- But we love each other.
- It's still no good.

Well, I tried.

"At 12:30 A.M. on October 26th,

I, Jessica Warren, struck
and injured Emilio ferranti."

- You won't need this.
- But...

You're going back with me.

We're getting off at clayport.

Okay, Dave.

- You win.
- Good girl.

Can I have a drink?

- Where's the club car?
- This way.

Trust me to know.

David.

Yes?

Nothing.

Hello, Dave.

Shall I tell him now, Jessica,

or keep him guessing?

You know, I've been reading this
to pass the time.

It says here
there's a south-bound train

that passes this one
right after we leave clayport.

You're gonna meet that train,
Dave.

Nice girl, Jessica.

I'm sorry, David.

I can't help it.

I made one mistake.

I had to blind you, David,
in a panic.

And when I wanted to stop,
it was too late

because I'm weak...

Because I...

Try that door.

Yeah, it will be easy.

All right, close it.

You want the lady
to catch a cold?

I think
I'll go to my compartment.

I think
you'd better stay right here.

We're slowing down. We must be
coming in to clayport.

Hey, Mitch, open up.

All right, get over here
and face the wall.

You heard me. Move.

All right, open it.

Go on, open it.

Hey, Mitch.

- Where's Mitch?
- This is his trip off.

- I'm his relief man.
- Oh.

Well, I never saw you before.

Yeah, I know. I'm new.

Looks as though
you're gonna have nice company.

Huh?

Gee, I sure love dogs.

Well, I guess that's it.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Don't you know
that can be dangerous?

Yeah, I lose a lot of legs
that way.

- Carroll. Homicide.
- Homicide?

A man and a woman
traveling together

by the name
of Barrett and Warren.

Or maybe Mr. and Mrs. b.

There's nobody on the list
with that name.

- Are they chair cars?
- All Pullman.

- Taken all the tickets in?
- Not yet.

Get with it.
We'll start at the back.

Oh, all right.

- Ticket please.
- Sure.

See anything?

Yeah. There's a light
about a mile down the road.

Looks like a signal tower.

We're almost there.

You want me to stop that?

Let him yap.

This is her stuff.

- Where's the club car?
- It's closed for the night.

You're sure
nobody got off at clayport?

- Positive.
- What's up there?

That's the baggage car.

Conductor, I'm worried.

My dog's in the baggage car
and he gets train sick.

I can hear him barking.

Not through those doors, madam.

I'm sure I heard him.

All right, madam, if it will
make you feel any better.

Answer it.

- Hello?
- Hello, Mitch.

This is Harry.

About that dog
you've got in there.

Is he okay?

Maybe he's hungry.
I'll slip him a biscuit.

Okay.

The dog is okay, madam.

Thank you.

What's the matter?

There's something funny
in there.

That wasn't Mitch's voice.

Let's get him over here.

All right, now!

David!

Jessica, why?

You saved my life.

I must love you
more than I thought.

Jessica!