All language subtitles for Accomplice 1946

Well, we had some good work to do.

You don't have anything to do with being Generous, [singgent music] ♪ (dramatic music)

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- Oh, this is lady's seat.

Not interested.

- She's wearing a main

coat and it costs plenty.

- I don't care, she's

wearing seal skin underwear.

You know, Eddie, I think I can prove

that Billy the Kid never

killed a man in a fair draw.

- So what?

- While you're finding

out our American history's

cocked out, I find out

we haven't paid the rent.

We haven't even made a car payment.

- Uh-huh, but we'll go to it with these.

- Eddie, those books cost $300.

- Put them down.

- Will you promise to

take this Philly's case

no matter what it is?

- If it's another woman looking for

evidence for divorce,

I'm not interested.

- Oh no?

- Well, you were very much interested

in this case about 10 years ago.

Let me see.

Maybe I can quote from the newspapers.

"Simon Lash, promising young attorney,

left waiting at the

order by Joyce Kimball."

Boss, she's waiting out

there and she looks worried.

- If Joyce Kimball had

never enough to come and see me,

she isn't worried.

She's scared to death.

- Well, shall I tell the lady come in

or will I put the books down?

(door opens)

- You'll see, Mrs. Marlowe.

- Hello, Simon.

- Oh, uh, hello, Joyce.

- It's been a long time.

You've changed.

- You haven't.

You're just as, uh...

- I'm during.

- Sit down.

You wanted to see me

on a business matter?

- Well, Simon, everyone

knows that since you've given up

your law practice, you

turned out to be one of the best

detectives in the country.

- Never mind the flattery.

You want to get the divorce and you want

me to get the evidence.

Is that it?

- No, it happens that

I'm very happily married.

- Why did you come here?

- Hugh didn't let me finish.

My husband's disappeared.

- Then go to the

Bureau of Missing Persons.

- I'm sorry I bothered you, Simon.

I came to you on a

delicate personal matter because,

well, I thought you'd

understand, but apparently...

- Sit down. Tell me all about it.

If it's a matter I can

handle as a private detective,

I'll be glad to.

- After all, there are certain things I

can do better than the police.

- Well, Jim has been

suffering from attacks of amnesia.

- Amnesia?

(chuckles)

- This is the third

time he's disappeared.

The first time, he was found

wandering about Santa Monica

in a day's condition.

When the police questioned him, he didn't

even know his own name.

Fortunately, he had

some letters in his pocket.

The second time...

- Never mind the gory details.

You want this character back, don't you?

- Please, do you think it was easy for me

coming to you asking for help?

- Why did you?

- Well, because you

enjoy the reputation of

being one of the best

detectives in the country.

Even though you are

considered a bit eccentric.

- Accentral?

Maybe I am.

Most fellows, when they get a kick in the

pants for the love of their life,

usually go on a booze bender.

Not me, I'm different.

I went on a book dinner.

And I love it.

- Yes, I know.

Everyone says you'd rather dig out.

Now don't you believe

it on American history?

And collect a 5,000 retainer on a case.

- Well, I find I'd meet a much nicer

class of people in books

than I do in detective work.

After all, my private life is my own.

Now to get back to the case.

I don't believe in amnesian.

As long as you understand that,

I'll find your husband for you and you

can battle it out with him.

Now what was it that

was bothering Jim Bonham?

- What makes you think

something was bothering you?

- Well, not out of 10 times

that amnesia gag is a fake.

When a guy gets in trouble and he can't

face it, he runs away.

And then when trouble

catches up with him, why?

He doesn't know anything about it.

Till they find he's

been tapping the till.

- Tapping the...

- Oh, unconsciously, of course.

- What on earth are you talking about?

- Your husband was vice president of the

shared national bank, wasn't he?

- Well, that's right,

but I can't see this.

- Well, when a banker

disappears with amnesia,

it's usually followed

by a shortage of funds.

Unless there's trouble at home.

- Jim had no troubles.

At home or in his business.

- We've been very happy together and

we've certainly had no financial worry.

- Well, I'm glad to hear that choice.

In that case, you wouldn't mind giving me

a check for a thousand dollars.

As a retainer.

- Not at all.

- What were some of his habits?

- Oh, we went to the theater, entertained

friends, did things together.

- Always together?

He never did anything on his own?

- No, outside of stopping off

occasionally on the way

home for cocktail or two.

He didn't drink to excess.

- Where was this little

stopping off place of his?

- It's not that athletic club.

- Oh, that's enough for a starter.

You know, you're a

very lucky girl, Joyce.

Model husband.

It's all too good to be true.

Funny, they're usually

the men that leave home.

- You'll do everything you

can for me, won't you, Simon?

- Mrs. Bonneville, I'll have your husband

back in your little pink

boot war before you know it.

- Thank you. Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- Eddie. - Uh-huh.

- I want you to press over to Sunset

Athletic Club and get all the dope you

can on this fellow Bonneville.

- Bonneville, huh?

- Where are you going?

- Sheridan National Bank.

- Do you mean to tell me, Mr. Springer,

is Bonneville's boss and his best friend,

that you don't know

where he's disappeared to?

- I know nothing of the kind. Mr.

Bonneville is on vacation.

- How long has he been

gone? - About two weeks.

- That's when his

wife said he disappeared.

- Are you quite sure of the Joyce? I

mean, Mrs. Bonneville employed you?

- Quite sure.

- Oh. Now, let's quit stalling around.

Is there anything else missing around

here besides Bonneville?

- Nothing. - No loose cash or in

negotiable securities?

- Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Everything is in perfect order.

- Okay. It's your bank.

- Mind if I use your telephone?

- I'm fresh out of nickels.

- Hello. - Eddie?

- Oh, hello, boss.

Say, they got a letter from that

Bonneville guy, and I made

a deal with the mail clerk.

I gave him a hot tip on a horse at 15 to

1, and they let me look

at the return address.

Here it is.

This is James Baker,

9623 Wilshire Boulevard.

- Okay. Got it? Anything else?

- Oh, yeah.

You know the horse I gave him at 15 to 1?

It didn't come in a quarter after 7.

Must go over and use my phone sometime.

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- Open up.

- Who is it?

- Don't yell.

I'm looking for a Mr. James Baker.

- He isn't here.

- Where is he?

- I don't know. He went

away on a business trip.

- How long has he been gone?

- A couple of days.

- You're not really

married to Mr. Baker, are you?

- Yes, son. I don't know what you mean.

- I represent Mrs. Bonneville. Now, do

you know what I mean?

- Why, no. I-- I've never been married--

- You knew that Jim Baker was Jim

Bonneville, didn't you?

- Why, no.

- Now, wait a minute.

I'm not saying you'll be telling me you

didn't know that Mr.

Bonneville was married.

What is your real name?

- Evelyn Price.

- You're a nice girl, Evelyn.

Why don't you get

smart? Maybe I can help you.

How long is it since

you've seen Mr. Bonneville?

- I told you a couple of days.

- Did he say when he'd be back?

- No.

- Uh, did he ever tell you anything about

his private business?

- No, he never told me

anything except about his minx.

He sort of joked about that.

Said he was raising a minx coat for me.

- He didn't tell me he was raising minx.

- Oh, he didn't raise him himself.

Somebody else did that for him.

But he owned them.

- What if you'd go

through his papers and things?

I'd like to get a lead

on this mink business.

- I wouldn't mind if he

never brought anything here.

- Are you sure?

- Look, I'm as anxious to

find Jim as you are, mister.

Especially since I have

somewhat of a problem.

- What is that?

- A matter of $125 rent.

- You broke?

- Exactly. I have $3.35 left.

- Here's $10.

I'll have you keep the wolf away from the

door for a couple of days.

- Thanks.

You're a strange cop.

Stick around.

- I can't.

I've got to slap this check

for $1,000 in the lady's face.

- $1,000? What did she do to you?

- She lied to me.

J.D.

James Baker. James Bonewald.

How coincidental.

I just talked to your office they said

you're on your way

over here over you last

night right here I didn't leave the house

that's funny I telephoned several times

and got no answer well I was so nervous I

knew I wouldn't sleep so I took some

sleeping pills I woke up about an hour ago have you found out anything you know you're not going to sleep in the house I'm not going to sleep in the house I'm going to sleep so I took some sleeping

pills I woke up about

an hour ago have you

found out anything yeah I found out you

lied to me yesterday I told you I didn't

handle divorce cases didn't I so then you

switched to the amnesia routine I didn't

believe it but I thought there might be

another angle but there wasn't so here's

your check bag I don't like divorce money

it's dirty but I don't understand

stop playing on Jill two hours after I

started to work on this case I found Jim

Barnable's love nest what are you talking

about you know darn well what I'm talking

about there's a girl living in an

apartment over on

Wilshire Boulevard under the name

of Mrs. James Baker Jim Barnable JB even

the initials fit what's the real name you

can get that from any shyster detective

for one tenth of what you're paying me I

don't wash other people's dirty linen I

don't believe it I've lived with James

Barnable for 10 years and you get to know

a person in that time besides what could

any other woman give them that I can I

don't know you're the best judge of that.

Hello yes. Well very

well hold on long distance

from the maybe they

found Jim. Hello yes this is

not a lot. You found him oh thank heaven.

About this is. The sign of my job in

working on this case

Sheriff Rucker. That's part of

all right it was blown off of

a shotgun. That was

not much left to look at.

And it could be suicide.

And it might be murder.

Castleman's make ranch one and a half

miles northeast of

Palmdale all right I've got

it we'll be up there as fast as we can.

Sorry honey sorry about everything.

Take this. You'll have to put yourself

together get dressed.

I won't be very long.

I lied to you yesterday maybe you didn't

nevertheless it's coming out to be the

kind of the case I like. It was about Jim

having no financial work he lost all

his money in the stock market I guess

that's why he suffered

the amnesia. Why didn't

you tell me this before it was my pride I

guess I didn't want to think we were so

poor. Where did you get the thousand

dollars you gave me.

That was my own money

and just about the last of it too you

must have left a

pretty good sized insurance

policy I wouldn't know about that I don't

start feeling sorry for

yourself you still have

a lot to be thankful for. You feel up to

a quick trip anything

you say that it take

your sleeping tablets you might catch an

app it's a long way to.

Show. This is funny one of the money lies

on the way up in the city where's

Castleman. What's the matter with you Joe

I was just thinking that little makes it

double women sigh over men die over they

bring a lot of misery

into the world and you

want something really serious to think

about Joe listen to

this it's a little true

story I just dug up about a smart lawyer

and the woman he loved they planned on

getting married but she married big money

instead. Nothing unusual about that.

But then the lawyer gives up his practice

and turns detective and the banker she

married disappears and I suppose the

banker was insured

for plenty. Naturally so

the wife hires her former lover now the

detective to find her husband but we find

him instead up there with his head blown

clean off I telephone the wife and her

detective boyfriend just happens to be

there now the two of

them are on their way up

here to identify the body and she gets

his dough and the

insurance money as well and

they live happy ever after. Not if I can

prove what I think come on let's go.

You the chef yes your assignment lies I

suppose that's right this is Bible how do

you do where's the on the

porch coming on I'll show you.

This may be a pretty painful to you Mrs

Bonham well it's not a very pretty site.

Well this is Castleman Ben you know Mrs

Bonham well no this is Mr last night to

probably take the fact is what it's a

plain case of suicide yeah.

Security for identification purposes only

Mrs Bonham of course.

See just his clothes

papers we found on him.

What was that that guy in windmill it's

been screeching like that ever since the

shot got. Yeah I'm going to

drive by on the floor. She was

a. Trigger down with his toe even muck

and I'm like that ever

since he got here when

you get here last week I can understand

what he's worried about business was fine

did you know of your husband's interest

in this place. First

I've heard of it that's

funny considering he's been coming up

here for the past year he's

a fine man never had any problem I can't

imagine why you should kill himself you

think about it. What were you I was up in

the North Bend when the windmill started

speech and I heard a shot how many shots

were fired one only one yeah there

anything else there's a

few more things I've got

a clear up but I'll have to get back to

my office suppose we adjourned upon deal

all right.

I don't understand it

understand what Jim only

a mink ranch why he's the last man in the

world I'd expect to go in for something

like that his interest were always well

big business not

farming what was the price

tag on that culture where four thousand

dollars there you have it makes multiply

fast and so do the profits big business

all right excuse me I have to make

a phone call.

Up.

Operator give me longer than that.

I want Hollywood California.

Hempstead, 3951.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hello.

Where's Lace?

He went into the hotel for a minute.

Ready?

What'd you find out about the girl?

Where'd she go?

She broke from the

Sterling 8 about an hour ago.

But nobody knows what race she's in.

What?

In plain English, she moved out.

All right, that'll do for the time being.

Here's what I want you to do. I want you to get a

line on Vincent Springer,

president of the Sheridan National Bank.

Find out all you can about him.

Yeah, Eddie, see what price

you can get on that Evelyn,

Philly, and the third.

Thanks.

I want to talk to you alone.

Shoot.

What do you know about Bonneville?

Uh-huh.

I'm looking for information, not giving it. Well, you can answer a few simple

questions, can't you?

You can ask.

How did Bonneville

get along with his wife?

Why don't you ask her?

She was living with him, and I wasn't.

Thanks. You're a big help.

My job is to keep the

confidence of the client.

Mrs. Bonneville is my client.

Are you sure that's all?

What do you think?

You see, I was under the impression that

you and Mrs. Bonneville were.

Well, old friends.

We were?

So what? Nothing. Yet.

May you mind?

Do you mind if I ask you a question?

No, go ahead.

You sat back at the Mink farm. You

thought it was suicide.

No, I didn't. Castelman did.

What did you think it was?

Murder.

Why?

Castelman was wrong.

There were two shots fired.

There was a buck shot in the floor and a buck shot in the ceiling.

The man has already given himself a

little buck shot standing.

Couldn't very well give himself another

one after he was down, could he?

Not bad, Hoxha.

You're not a bad detective yourself.

But you know, you're putting

yourself on the spot, though.

Why? Why do you say that?

Well, after all, you and Mrs. Bonneville,

and I understand

there's some insurance money.

Are you crazy?

At least you might give me

credit for a little sense.

I do a better job than that.

Why didn't you?

Hey, you know something?

I don't think you're kidding.

I'm not.

Where were you and Mrs.

Bonneville when it happened?

Or is that a professional secret?

You talked around the

telephone. You ought to know.

I talked to somebody on the telephone who

said she was Mrs. Bonneville.

I can vouch for it. I was there.

And who's going to vouch for you?

That's for me.

I'll see if it is.

Hello?

Yeah.

Ball distance.

Hello?

Listen, boss. The result's saying it

didn't yet on the chest and belly.

Oh, talking with you, little...

Now, wait a minute, boys. Take it easy.

I got some news on that Springer guy.

He ain't in town.

What?

No. Nobody knows.

He didn't say a word. Just took a powder.

Funny, ain't it?

Yeah, you're killing me.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Okay, Judy, let's have it.

Okay, thanks.

So, Vincent Springer's disappeared.

Nice going, Hopschau.

Had the operator

listening on the phone, huh?

Well, you see, Julie and I are sort of

old pals like you and Mrs. Bonneville.

Or Romeo and Juliet.

Well, do you want me for anything else?

Well, I wish you'd stick around.

Am I under arrest?

If you put it that way, there's nothing I

could really hold you on yet.

You're darn right there isn't.

Well, so long, Hopschau.

I've got business in L.A.

I may be seeing you. I've got a little

business there myself.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Can I see the register?

Can't.

Why not?

Sheriff Turgid.

Sheriff Bonneville.

Can't tell you. Sheriff's orders.

Now can you tell me?

Mrs. Bonneville.

Give me that dough.

Keep your bridges on.

She didn't look like a Mrs.

to me, if you know what I mean.

She was a flashy brunette.

And they didn't act married, even though

we signed, Mr. and Mrs.

If you know what I mean.

You know, the more I learn about your

husband, the less I like him.

Please, Simon.

You know what I found out in the hotel?

Another girl.

Boy, am I tired.

Where have you been?

I'm trailing that price bill of your life.

What did you find? Well, she checked out her apartment

yesterday morning and

went downtown to a pawn shop.

Never mind about that. Where is she now?

Well, the last I saw her, she was making

a down payment of a week's

rent at a room and board joint.

Uh, here's her address.

Look, boss, can I have

the rest of the day off?

I'm making good with

the tomato over there.

And her old man is pregnant so--

All right, go ahead. Fine. Thanks. I'll see you later. (MUSIC PLAYING)

Who is this?

Simon Latch.

Come in.

(MUSIC PLAYING) Jim Bonhamo's dead

and I'd like to forget.

The police won't let you forget.

He was murdered.

Were you in love with him?

No, I wasn't in love

with him. I was grateful.

He was good to me.

Money?

Wasn't exactly there.

Have you ever been to dance land?

Drunk, middle-aged men,

sneaky at night out, riff-raff.

Anybody who had the price of the dance,

they all think it includes

the right to paw over you.

Is that where you met him?

I'll admit he was drunk

the first night he came in.

The next time he was sober, he took me to

a nightclub and treated me like a lady.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Who knew you moved here?

Nobody. I didn't leave

any forwarding address.

But how did you find me?

Eddie, my assistant made a deal with the

Sherman Oaks Employment Agency.

Someone else must

have made the same deal.

You can't stay here any longer.

But I gave all I had in

advance for this room.

All right. Here you are.

I can't let you do that. I already did.

Now, don't be a fool.

Here's what I want you to do.

I want you to go down to Union Station,

go in the ladies'

room, go out another door.

Grab a taxi, Captain. Go to a motel or

any place you can find.

You can't stay here any longer.

All right.

And as soon as you get

located, telephone me.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNORING)

(SNORING)

Who on the floor?

I...

Oh.

Uh, we had a caller, boss.

Who was it?

Some guy said he was the sheriff.

He said his name was, uh, Tucker or

Mucker or Sucker or something like that.

I don't know. He said

he'd call back later.

That's good.

Now, what about Mrs. Barnabell's alibi?

Well, she stayed in the house until 10 o'clock yesterday morning.

She was a little bit late. She was a little bit late. She stayed in the house until

10 o'clock yesterday morning.

Then she left with a

terrible-looking person.

That was me.

Huh?

What I want to know

about is the night before.

Now, wait a minute. I only

got this from the guy next door.

He used to bet on the dogs. I switched

him over to the horses.

That's all the dope he had. Now, if you

want any more, how

are you going to get it?

What about Mrs. Barnabell's maid?

What?

Oh, not her.

She's a sourpuss old maid

that hasn't got any weaknesses.

She's deaf on drinking,

smoking, and gambling.

I don't know what I'd do with her unless

you want me to make love to her.

Well, not.

What?

Business before pleasure.

Oh, boss, now, wait a minute. Not that.

Come on. Get going.

Now, wait a minute.

I'm not going to do that.

All of this is getting to be terrible.

Daddy.

Daddy.

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Oh, for the love of Mike.

Why don't you get a new tune?

Well, hiya, Maybird. How do you feel?

Oh, it's just a little bump.

Ow!

Who did it, you know?

I was going to ask you that. I came in

here about 10 minutes ago,

and there you were, out cold.

Is Eddie back?

No.

So you don't know who

tapped you on the head?

No. The doorbell rang, and I

answered it, lightning-hitting.

Hey, maybe it was you.

Well, maybe it was at that.

Oh, ouch. Lay off, will you?

You killed me, lads. I never

saw a man so even-tempered.

Always mad.

I'll cut the rule back. What do you want?

Information. And I think

it's about time you talked.

And don't give me that line about

protecting the confidence of a client,

because you've already

stretched it just a little too far.

Oh, you think so?

Yes.

Well, watch me

stretch it a little further.

I guess I made a mistake in

letting you leave the county.

But I've been talking to the local cops,

and I think they'd take a hand if I

nudged them just a little.

Look, Rucker, I don't scare you.

If you want to ask

some questions, go ahead.

I won't promise you any answers.

All right, then I'll tell

you. I got the coroner's report,

and Bonhamo was killed between eight and

nine o'clock yesterday morning,

and Mrs. Bonhamo didn't

leave the house till after ten.

Thanks for telling me, but

I'm going to check it anyway.

What about this fellow Vincent Springer?

I understand he left his bank the day

before and hasn't been seen since.

Now, where does he fit into this?

He was Bonhamo's boss. I know that.

And I also know about the

love nest on Wilshire Boulevard.

Oh. Been snooping, eh?

A little this afternoon.

But the bird flew the coop and didn't

leave her forwarding address.

Try to break her

apartment, sir, in Vermont.

Oh, your generosity overwhelms me.

What's the catch?

There isn't any catch.

I'm just swapping this information for

some that you might give me

about the brunette that

went to Palmdale with Bonhamo.

Sure. Why not?

You'll be reading about

it in the papers anyway.

She drove off in Bonhamo's

car, had a flattened new hall.

The garage man there fixed it, and the

car hasn't been seen since.

Did you put in an alarm? It's gone out on

the air and in the newspapers.

Now, look, how about

you telling me something?

Look, Rucker, why don't you go back to

your boots and saddles?

The traffic's getting a

little heavy for you around here.

There you are, boss. Nice breakfast.

Eddie?

I don't think we've paid

enough attention to this woman.

Hey, you didn't tell me about her.

Brother, this Bonhamo

certainly played the field.

His wife is a blonde, the price girl a

redhead, and now this brunette.

Hey, wait a minute.

Maybe this brunette's the

answer to the whole thing.

Since she knew Bonhamo well enough to go

up the mink farm with him.

Uh-huh.

Eddie, I think we'd

better find this woman.

But how? The whole police

force is looking for her.

Well, they didn't know where to look.

Maybe Bonhamo had another love nest we

didn't know anything about.

He had more nests

than a traveling seagull.

I think I'd better have

another talk with Mrs. Bonhamo.

Hello. Who?

Just a second. The Chest

and Philly. Evelyn Price.

All right, I'll take it.

Hello?

Mr. Lash? I'm in a motel in Ventura.

Call me back later.

But I'm frightened.

I'm afraid to stay here.

I'm sorry. I'm busy,

and I have to go out.

Women, trouble. Here I

go, heading for more.

Whatever you're

telling me, do you want any?

I'm telling Beauty, we

shouldn't interest you.

Oh, Simon, I'm so glad you're here.

What's up?

Sheriff Rucker just telephoned Castleman.

The mink man was murdered last night.

What do you think?

Castleman must have known

who murdered your husband.

That's why he said he

heard only one shot,

making it look like suicide when all the

time he knew it was murder.

But why? Because he tried to blackmail the man who did it. And it backfired on him.

Rest in peace, Castleman.

Simon, I'm almost frightened, man.

Joyce, you knew about the

redhead on Wilshire Boulevard.

Did you know about the brunette?

What brunette?

The one who went up to

Palmdale with your husband

and drove away in his car.

No, I didn't know about her.

Who was she?

I don't know.

Yes, you do.

You've got to tell the truth. It's important. Can't be heard. It's ridiculous.

Who is it?

Vincent Springer's fiancee.

You saw a denim as a brunette.

But she can't be the woman.

Why, I saw her only the other day.

That was before your husband.

Yes, it was last week.

I stopped in to talk to Vincent about

Jim, and she was there.

You know where she lives?

Right here in Beverly Hills.

Get her on the telephone.

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing] [phone ringing] [phone ringing] [phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

Hello, Emily?

This is Mrs. Bonnerwell.

Will you tell Miss Denham

I'd like to talk to her?

What?

No, there's no message. Thank you.

She hasn't home. She

hasn't been home for two days.

The maid said she went to Palm Springs.

And Springer's disappeared.

I wonder if he went to Palm Springs, too.

Oh, it's fantastic. Not Vincent's.

Why not?

I want the truth. I must have it.

I told you.

No, you haven't.

Was Bonnerwell robbing the bank?

I don't know. He lost a lot of money.

What about the amnesia?

Well, he did disappear, and he told me

he'd lost his mind, but I'd

smell perfume on his clothes.

What about Driscilla?

I never dreamed that she and Jim, why she

and Vincent, were to be married.

Yeah, then Bonnerwell moved in on her.

And Springer, who knew that Bonnerwell

was robbing the bank, thought

this added insult to injury.

Oh, I won't believe it. I can't.

I'll believe anything. And I've got to

have proof first. So long.

Where are you going?

I'm going to my apartment first, and then

I'm going to pick up the brunette.

Oh, boss, we've got company.

We have?

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Lass?

Yes?

I'm Lieutenant Hayden,

Mr. Sergeant Whipple.

Aye.

What can I do for you?

Well, you paid her a visit yesterday.

I did.

As a special favorite to an old friend of

ours, Sheriff Rucker,

we've been telling you.

Oh, you have, huh?

Well, he's smarter than I thought he was.

I'm awfully sorry

about this price, Carol.

Want to come down to

headquarters and talk about it?

You got a warrant?

Yes, but I wasn't going

to use it unless I had it.

Go ahead, use it.

You'll get yourself a

suit for false arrest.

After all, I am a licensed private

detective, and I haven't done anything

for which you could arrest me.

I know, but Sheriff told me that--

All right, get him on the telephone.

I'll be glad to talk to him.

Operator, long distance.

I want to talk to

Sheriff Rucker up in Palmdale.

You got anything on the broom that yet?

Yeah, she fixed her car in Pasadena and

bought herself a maroon Cadillac.

And then?

And looks like she dug a hole in the

Mojave Desert and drove

herself and her car into the hole.

Hey, lads, wait a minute. Come on, man.

I'm going to park, lads.

I missed a key, pal.

Thanks.

Hey, lads.

Where are you?

[music]

Wait a minute. Wait a minute, lads. Don't

be fooled. That's the murder.

[music]

You got the keys to the car?

Yeah, there they are.

Is it ready for a trip?

I just gassed it up. I'll

call you as soon as I can.

Wait a minute. Where are you going?

After the broom there.

Look, boss, you've always been clean with

the law. What do you want to do this for?

Eddie, you've got to understand.

But I do understand. It's this

Bonnie-well thing that's got you wuzzing

in, and I'm not going to let you do it.

Eddie, I--

Boss, I'm not going to let that dame make

any sucker out of you.

I'm sorry, Eddie.

[music]

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Tell her about it.

Fine day I picked the drive through the

desert. How was it yesterday?

Windy-er.

I wonder how my sister made out. She

drove through here on the way to Mojave.

Shall I check your order, Mark? Maybe she

stopped here. Swell looking blonde,

driving a maroon Cadillac.

How about your tires?

I'll check them.

You would have noticed, my sister.

Look, mister, we get the newspapers even

out here. You a cop?

That's right. You're

looking for that gone.

Well, I tell you, she wasn't driving a

maroon Cadillac. It was a black car.

And it wasn't yesterday. It was today.

Exactly an hour and ten minutes ago.

And our local cops were all about it. I

wouldn't be surprised

to make it before you do.

Thanks.

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Tell me that.

[sigh]

There's a blonde driving a black dewick

drive-through here

with a California license.

Don't know. We're taking a nap.

Now hurry up, will you please?

Everybody's in a hurry. Never saw the

likes of it. Nobody

wants to stop and talk.

They're as bad as that

fellow was in here this morning.

I'll be glad to talk if it'll make you

happy. What do you want to talk about?

Well, you don't have to jump down my

throat. You were a

Sinead Springer fellow.

Did I? Who?

The fellow was in here this morning. The

one I told you about. I saw

his name on the registration.

Vincent Springer?

Yeah, do you know him?

Which way did he go?

I don't know. He used my phone for a long

distance call to me, sir.

Heard him say something

about, uh, be a little late.

Thanks.

Uh.

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

Hello. Hello there.

Well, what can I do for you?

Did you tell me when the telephone

company's located around here?

Why?

Do I have to tell you?

Well, no. No, but I get to know anyway.

I know practically

everything that goes on around here.

Well, then maybe you could tell me about

a long distance telephone call from

Kingman, Arizona to someone around here.

Well, maybe I can. What do

you want to know about it?

Who got the call?

Oh, who got the call?

I get it.

Hey, what do you want to know?

Look, a princess of mine.

Oh, now, wait a minute. No, I'm just

trying to help you. That's all.

Now, suppose you explain to me just

exactly what are you driving at?

All right, I'll tell you, but keep it

under your hat. I'm a detective.

And it's important I contact

this man as soon as possible.

Oh. You want to arrest him?

That's right. Well, then, I've got to tell you,

neighbor, that my name is Jeff Bailey.

It just so happens that I'm the Tom

Marshall around here.

And any arrests that

are made, I make them.

It's a fee office.

I see. How much do

you charge for arrests?

Five dollars.

I just gave you a ten.

Oh, that was just for information.

Yeah, information I didn't get yet.

Oh. Oh, no. That's... No,

you didn't get it yet. No.

You're doing all right.

I know who he is and I know where he is.

He telephoned to King Connors this

morning and just went

through town about...

Well, just a few hours ago

on his way to the castle.

How do you know all this?

Well, I told you that I know practically

everything goes on around here.

It's my business.

All right. Should we take your car?

All right. Let's go.

Yeah.

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It's fantastic.

Right out here in the middle of nowhere.

You know, there's a lot to

be some fireworks up there.

Do you got any artillery?

Yeah, and the compartment. Oh.

Yeah, it's a nice looking gun, you know?

Nice balance.

38 in a 45 frame. Yeah.

Lots of power.

Well, we're armed. Let's go.

Yeah. This is Monty at the gate.

Jeff Bailey and some stranger just passed

through here a minute ago.

Okay, Monty.

Let's go!

Hello there, Uncle Key.

Hello, Jeff. This

fellow here is a detective.

Or at least he said he is.

Oh.

Welcome to Connors Castle, Mr. Detective.

Mr Detective won't you come in and say a

little while. Nice work. Family affair

a role in the show but I do business with

Uncle King same as with everybody else

where is this guest here. A little bit

back for he won't come out all he won't

end well and that's going to talk with

him come on Mr Detective.

I guess the Duke must like you or he

wouldn't have missed and I would give

another shot of my will.

Free.

Last question. As.

My dad, he wrote him building a kit.

I ain't done so bad myself.

I don't frankly own country around here.

My sister's boy, Jeff, Dad,

I ain't gonna think of anything.

Now you shut up Uncle

King, you talk too much.

This protection I brought you here is

gonna cost you money.

Now listen Jeff, I ain't

making much on this, do you?

Maybe a couple of hundred.

Then you're getting gypped. Your

customer's a banker, ain't he?

That's right. And he's loaded with dough.

Yeah, you hear what the guy says? Why you

ought to get at least ten grains.

That right? That's right.

Tim, I can't even get five.

No, well then you better have another

talk with him because five

is my cutter I don't play.

Now listen, listen to

reason, you dirty, clumsy bastard.

I'm not a cook, you dare.

Well, we're on a couple of buzzards

fighting over a rabbit

they haven't even killed.

Yeah, and you're the rabbit.

And it wouldn't take

very much to kill you.

Well, come on Uncle King, let's put this

guy in cold storage and

tend to our other business.

Oh no, not the dungeon.

Not exactly. It's an old hannish room.

Put a little show of the purpose. Get in there and you'll be decided what to do with you. All right, come on, Uncle King.

[Music]

Go home, mind.

[Music]

Well, how you get

along with it, detective?

Wonderful, wonderful. I've got

the answer to the whole idea.

Oh, yes, you have.

Either there were two Jesse James's or

the real one wasn't shot by the Ford

brothers in St. Joe, Missouri.

Because it says right here, Jesse James

robbed a bank in Texas the day before.

Hey, Mr. Uncle King, we

better have them walls padded.

Because he's not gonna hurt himself

before we get a chance

to find out what he worth.

I hope he's worth more

than that other, Jed, look.

What's the matter?

The banker let you down?

No, he just didn't

bring any money that long.

Maybe his girlfriend's bringing you.

Yeah? What do you

know about a girlfriend?

Oh, hasn't she phoned Jed? I thought

maybe she might have.

I guess I scared her and she took to the

back roads. That's why I got here first.

He's a nice fellow to have

around. Knows all the answers.

Now, you just told him

right here, Uncle King.

I'll get back into town. I'll have one of

the boys drive me back.

Because I don't want

anybody to see his car around.

All right, Jed. You run

right along. Take care.

[Footsteps]

How much do you think

your record worth about it?

I don't know. What would you say?

A thousand dollars, maybe?

A thousand. That's an awful lot of money.

Most I could raise is a forced sale. It

would be a couple hundred bucks.

Things are getting tough.

Getting so a man can't

make an arm is living.

What's the matter? Is

the banker unreasonable?

Yeah. Most we can get is five thousand.

Five thousand?

Sure. Five thousand

dollars. A lot of money.

Hey, what does he get for that?

Don't you get the layout?

What is right to come here

for vacation? A quiet vacation.

And stay here until things are safe.

Yeah. Yeah, I get it.

Until the heat's off.

Nice and cozy. Your nephew's

the lawn even if he wasn't.

You could see them

coming from a long way off.

That's right. And we have a nice back

door over the mountain.

Make yourself comfortable. Thanks.

Yeah. All right. Bring her in.

All right. I'll take care of her.

Did you hear anything?

But Mr. Connors, I can't.

As I told you before, Miss Ballmer.

There's no use at it.

You're staying right here.

Get me out. I'm sorry, Pop.

Sorry, Mama.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Come on.

What are you doing?

Operator.

I'm on long distance.

I'm calling for King Connors.

Hollywood, California.

Hempstead, 395. And I have a A-Hole-D. What are you doing? I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to take care of you. I'll take care of you. I'm going to take care of you. Hempstead, 395-1.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello, Eddie.

Listen carefully. I'm in the jam.

I have a place just outside of Mesa.

King Connors Ranch.

Here's what I want you to do.

I want you to call

Gallop, the State Police.

I think I can hold out

for an hour or two, I hope.

Listen, Eddie.

Eddie. Cut the wire.

Well, Joyce, here we are at last.

On a stack of dynamite.

Oh, it's fantastic, Simon.

How I got here, I mean, I talked to

Vincent Springer's butler

and with the help of a little bride,

found out he made a mysterious

long-distance telephone call

to this number just

before he disappeared.

So I called the number and--

And so you decided to come up here

and investigate for yourself, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Why didn't you call

the police or tell me?

Well, you were gone and I knew the police

were looking for you.

I was so confused. I

didn't know what to do.

I'm so glad you're here, Simon.

Take it easy, baby.

You still often meet, aren't you?

No, you don't.

Two murders were enough, Joyce. I

objected in a fourth.

What are you talking about?

You know what I'm talking about.

You didn't fool me for a minute coming

out of that store in Lancaster.

You recognize me?

Who could ever forget that walk of yours,

Bruce Silla?

Now, the real Bruce

Silla's in South America.

I checked.

It was all two Patches

wearing that brunette wig

and going up to Palmdale with Bonneville

and parading all over the place for

everybody to see you.

Then you disappeared.

And the next time you showed up,

you were driving a maroon Cadillac

so the cops start running around in

circles and get nowhere.

Why?

Because you took off that brunette wig

and became a blonde.

And instead of driving a maroon Cadillac,

you drove a black Buick.

I underestimated you, Simon.

Oh, no, you overestimated me.

When you hired me,

you thought I'd go barking down those

phony trails you set up for me.

And the Bloodhounds

would do the same thing

while you were named on the main one.

The Sheridan National Bank.

But I was too dumb for that.

I figured if a guy was working in a bank

and it was monkey business,

he was robbing that bank.

Joyce! Joyce! Are you all right?

Why didn't you answer?

He's a remarkably good

voice for a dead man.

What do you mean? Who do you think it is?

Your dear departed husband.

You didn't think for a minute I thought

it was Vincent Sprinter, did you?

(Laughter)

You damn, damn!

All right, Lash. I'll

make a deal with you.

You send Joyce down, you stay up there.

Then we pull out.

Don't go on my account.

Stick around. I like your company.

Don't be a fool.

Nobody's going to touch you.

I'm paying Connors.

And after we've gone...

What's your hurry?

Don't you like it here?

We know you made that phone call,

and you're just calling for the police.

But you're wasting your time.

Jeff will hit him off in nature.

Maybe, maybe not.

I'll play it this way.

The W will.

We'll blast you out of that tower.

Both of us vulnerable.

At least we'll be together.

Charming fellow, your husband.

You're still jealous of him, aren't you?

After all these years.

Why should I be?

Because you're still in love with me.

To see it in your eyes

that day, I want to see him.

That wasn't love, baby.

I was trying to remember who you were.

I hold onto my men.

Look at Jim.

That redhead girl, the price girl.

You thought she was Jim's teacher.

No, I knew she was Springer's.

He was using Bonneville's name.

That's why she was killed.

So she couldn't identify any pictures

that might appear in the papers.

Pretty smart, aren't you?

You get it all figured out.

Yeah, Bonneville knew about Springer.

And he held it over him.

But robbing the bank was just a little

too much for Vincent.

So he went up to Palmdale

and had his head blown off.

A messy job it was, too.

You did a much-needed job on

that poor Evelyn Price girl.

I didn't do that.

I didn't kill anybody.

Believe me, Simon, it was Jim.

I was only trying to help him and...

Oh, so you have your men, huh, Joyce?

Bonneville's running out on you.

Leaving you to take it alone.

I don't believe it.

Get out.

Yeah!

[gunshots]

Stay sharp, Carter.

Looks like you got him.

No, maybe we can make a deal.

Maybe we can.

I'm coming down.

I ain't got any quarrel with you, Vash.

All I wanted you to do is lie, just

before the police get here.

You still got that 5,000?

Well, you better hang on to it, since

you're going to need a smart lawyer to

get you out of this.

That's number four,

Bonneville. I'm coming in.

[sirens]

That was your fifth bullet, Bonneville.

In case you care, it kills your wife.

You've got one left.

The police will be here in a few minutes.

Think it over.

[gunshot]