All language subtitles for Big Jim McLain (1952)_Eng

"Yes, Dan'l Webster's dead,
or at least they buried him.

"But every time there's
a thunderstorm around Marshfield,

"they say you can hear his rolling
voice in the hollows of the sky.

"They say that if you go to his
grave and speak loud and clear,

"'Dan'l! Dan'l Webster! '

"the ground'll begin to shiver
and the trees begin to shake.

"And after a while you'll
hear a deep voice saying,

"'Neighbor! Neighbor,
how stands the Union? '

"Then you better answer, 'The
Union stands as she stood,

"'oak-bottomed and copper-sheathed,
one and indivisible, '

"or he's liable to rear
right out of the ground."

This is the hearing room of
the House of Representatives

Committee on UN-American
Activities.

We, the citizens of the
United States of America,

owe these, our elected
representatives, a great debt.

Undaunted by the vicious
campaign of slander

launched against them as
a whole and as individuals,

they have staunchly continued
their investigation

pursuing their stated beliefs

that anyone who continued to
be a Communist after 1945

is guilty of high treason.

Are you now or have you ever been
a member of the Communist Party?

I stand on my constitutional
rights under the Fifth Amendment

and refuse to
answer the question

on the grounds that I might
incriminate myself.

Permit me to ask you
one further question.

In the event of armed hostility

between this government and
that of Soviet Russia,

would you, if called upon,
willingly bear arms

on behalf of the government
of the United States?

Same question, same answer.

Eleven months.

Eleven frustrating
months we rang doorbells

and shuffled through a million
feet of dull documents

and proved to any intelligent person
that these people were Communists,

agents of the Kremlin, and
they all walk out free.

My fellow investigator, Mal
Baxter. He hates these people.

They had shot at him in Korea.

Witness excused.

The good Dr. Carter
would go right back

to his well-paid chair
as a full professor

of economics at
the university,

to contaminate more kids.

I keep thinking that mug might be
delivering a course of lectures

to my kids one of these days.

The doctor, remember.
You'll get ulcers.

That Barton. "Political
beliefs are sacred," he says.

He delivered 1,600 microfilms from the
laboratory to a Comintern courier.

Is that political beliefs?

I just work here.

That's wishful thinking.

We can't give this
fellow a subpoena.

He left the country yesterday
on a Polish freighter.

I shouldn't have handed
him that subpoena.

I should have stuffed it down his
throat with my hands still around it.

It was just me and him and that
subpoena on that dark porch.

Who'd have known the difference if
I'd have thrown him one left hook?

Young, ain't he?

We're off, Junior.

Jim.

Keep him from blowing his top.

How you doing?

I live here.

The next day was launched the
investigation that made headlines,

known as Operation Pineapple.

Ladies and gentlemen, may
I have your attention, please?

On your left you will see
the island of Molokai,

where the famous leper
colony is located.

In a few moments we will be approaching
the island of Oahu on your right

and you will see Diamond Head,

the first landfall made by Captain
Cook when he discovered the Islands.

Beyond that, you will
see Waikiki Beach,

with the Royal Hawaiian,
Surfrider and Moana Hotels.

Excuse me, gentlemen. Phil
Briggs, Honolulu Press Telegram.

Mind telling me your names and the
purpose of your visiting the Islands?

My name's Wilson.
This is Mr. Alcorn.

We're here to make a survey for
a chain of lingerie stores.

Jim McLain, 6'4", looks just like the
picture I dug out of the morgue.

Who tipped you?

We belong to the wire services. Got
a query from our Washington office.

The gossip in Washington

is that your committee is setting up an
investigating team out in the Islands.

Well, we're here on a vacation.
Overwork and all that, you know.

Okay, I'll make a deal.

You got anything worth printing,
you give it to me first.

It's a deal.

See you.

Okay. Phil Briggs.

We found quarters, a duplex.
Real swank, right on the beach.

Usually, we work out of a $4 hotel
room with a nice view of an alley.

Here's a complete list of all the names
from the previous investigation.

Memorize them.

Chauncey! I never would
have married you

if I'd known you were such
a wild, impatient man.

Light some place, will you?
Now, put this oil on you.

Sunburn on a honeymoon. It ought
to be grounds for divorce.

Who do you think you're
working for, Doctor Kinsey?

Well, I gotta check the
gadgets to see if they work.

Besides, it proves it's
really a honeymoon couple,

not secret agents
wiring us for sound.

Sunday morning. Pearl Harbor.
Before official sunrise.

Mal wanted to visit his brother's
old ship, USS Arizona.

So we hooked a ride on
the morning picket boat.

It seemed strange
saluting the quarterdeck,

because it was hard to believe

that we were standing on the
topside fire control platform

of the old Arizona,

battle-torn, fire-swept
and sunken though she is,

USS Arizona is still carried on Navy
lists as a fighting ship of the line.

She is an everlasting
memorial to the gallant men

who died at their
battle stations.

And below these decks, she still
carries a full complement of crew.

207 officers, 1590
bluejackets and Marines.

They have been there
since Sunday.

Sunday, December 7, 1941.

Chief Dan Liu.

Tough, hard, competent copper.
Runs a good force.

The FBI makes up a rating chart
on municipal police forces.

Honolulu rates A-1.

We hit some people
with subpoenas,

but mostly unimportant
members in the Party.

If they were important, they
wouldn't be openly known.

But you never can tell
when one of them will talk

and point his finger
at someone higher up.

It seemed like a good idea to start
checking through the doctors.

When I got to the "G's,"
Dr. Merriam C. Gelster,

I got lucky in more
ways than one.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

I'm from the Downtown
Credit Association.

We're checking on
the credit of a...

Willie Nomaka. He gave your
office as a reference.

He's always paid our
bills promptly.

What's your home address on him?

477 Front Street.

He applied for credit and you
don't have his home address?

Well, frankly, lady, he's
a little late on a loan payment.

Wrote us he was sick.

Well, he is sick.

He's made almost daily
visits the last month.

We get that stall
from a lot of people.

Just exactly what's
wrong with him?

I'm sorry, we're not permitted
to give that information.

Oh.

- Well, thank you, anyway.
- You're welcome.

Oh, I know where I've seen you now.
You swim at the Outrigger's Club.

That's a poor subterfuge.

You know very well I couldn't
afford the Outrigger's Club.

Are you asking me
where I do swim?

Just exactly.

The public beach at the Point.

Well, I have a little beach
in front of my house.

I wouldn't want you to think I was
on the make or anything, but...

You are, aren't you?

Yes.

I attend a course of lectures
at the university on Saturdays.

If you have a car, you could meet
me on the Makai side at noon.

I have a car. Makai side, noon.

It's a date.

I should know your name.

Marshall. Jim Marshall.

Nancy Vallon. Mrs.

- Mrs?
- I'm a widow.

Oh, I'm terribly
sorry, I didn't...

Of course you didn't.

Saturday.

Good morning.

I'm a patient of a Dr.
Neill of New York.

Will you come in, sir?

No. Ask Dr. Gelster
to step out here.

I can just barely recognize
the name Dr. Neill.

And I don't recognize
his name at all.

A courier from San Francisco last week
advised you of my impending arrival.

I haven't the faintest idea
what you're speaking of.

Let us dispense with
the mumbo jumbo.

We are proud to have
you with us, Comrade.

Your illustrious services in
many parts of the world...

Enough of that.

And for security reasons,
don't call me Comrade.

I'm sorry.

What is wrong with
the Party in Hawaii?

Wrong? Nothing.

As ordered, all top
echelons are underground.

Of course, the United States government
has indicted the known Party heads,

who are merely
window-dressing, anyway.

But you knew that.

Of course I knew. I'm not
referring to anything so obvious.

But what would cause the House
of Representatives Committee

to send another team
of investigators here

so soon after the
last investigation?

I'm sure I don't know.

And not one that is just an
open fact-fishing expedition.

No, no. This one is important,

because, for once, it is adequately
financed, unfortunately.

What are they looking for?

I can't imagine.

We must find out.

What of a Party functionary
called Nomaka?

He has just been relieved
as local Party treasurer.

I had a report that he was
talking in a strange manner.

Well, he's a sick man,
severe nervous trauma.

Get rid of him.

He's not dangerous.
I'm treating him.

I can assure you I have
his psychic dependency.

I can control the man.

Get rid of him. Have him
confined in an asylum.

Give him an overdose
of something.

Don't bother me with the
details, but get rid of him.

I'll attend to it
first thing tomorrow.

Why not today?

Very well.

- Hello?
- Nancy, this is Dr. Gelster.

Would you please look up
Nomaka's home address?

Yes, of course, Doctor.

- It's 477 Front Street.
- Thank you.

Good-bye, Doctor.

As I was telling you before,

nearly every union in the
Islands is represented here,

and we'll all be
glad to cooperate.

I'm sure your investigation
will be a success.

Thank you.

That's all, men.

Top labor leader Max
Ventaby, former Communist.

Got hep to them after 10 years.
Started fighting back.

Incidentally, that's how he got
that broken nose. Fighting Commies.

The weekdays were real dull,
but not the weekends.

I want to ask you something.

Ask.

Why me?

You'll have to explain that.

Special job like you,
no guys hanging around.

A few have tried. I don't
go out with men, I...

Fine remark. I thought
I qualified.

You're different.

Nobody noticed that before.

You remind me of
a tall, ugly fellow

that didn't make it back to his
carrier after a raid on Saipan.

I'm sorry, Nancy.

That you remind me? I'm not.

For a long, long time,

I thought I'd never want my heart to
get that tangled with any man again.

It hurts too much.

I've changed my mind.

I'm too old to
believe in miracles.

I never thought it could
happen to anyone twice.

And it did.

I wonder if it's chemistry

that makes two people understand each
other without a word being said.

Stop going to those lectures.
Don't try to analyze it.

- Okay.
- Just let it be.

- One thing, Jim.
- Yes?

Do you want to tell me
why you lied to me?

Credit Investigator for the
Downtown Credit Association.

Of course, they told me that you
were an employee when I called.

But you drive in a rented car

and you're living from week to
week in an expensive bungalow.

It just doesn't fit
with the job you claim.

Now, those are facts, but more
than fact, there's chemistry.

I know you lied.

You don't have to tell
me if you don't want to.

It won't make any difference.

I don't make much money.

Bum job, but it has to be done.

But I never needed money
before, but now, with a wife,

- if I wanted to give her mink coats...
- James McLain.

I like that better
than James Marshall.

Are you proposing?

Yes.

May I plan the evening, Jim?

I wanted to walk. I don't know
why. It seemed better somehow.

And if you don't mind a supposed
hard-minded scientist going on this way,

I want to go in.

I feel so thankful.

All the gillions of people in
the world, and we two met.

What odds against it?

It shows there's a plan.

So if you'll wait here,

I want to go in and give
thanks the lightning...

The good lightning struck me.

Hey.

Why can't I go in? The
same lightning struck me.

Yeah, I'll send
him over to Grey.

Hey, gents!

Ventaby!

Hey, honey, come here.

- This is Jim McLain and Mal Baxter.
- Hi.

- This is my wife.
- How do you do?

- How about bringing us out some coffee?
- Sure.

Say, I forgot to tell you
guys something important.

Remember the name I gave you of
a guy that was Party treasurer

when I was a member,
Willie Nomaka?

Yeah.

Well, I've been seeing this guy
lately in all the grog shops

down on River Street.

Boy, he's jugging it up good.

You know, drinking's strictly
against Party rules.

When you got a big-wheel job,

drunks is a very
bad security risk.

Anyway, I figure this
guy's ready to crack.

I've been through this.

After a while, you get
it through your skull

that all this Party
line is a lot of con,

and, sort of in self-defense,
you give the bug juice a whirl.

If you could get this guy to talk,
he'd give you a lot of names.

Any idea how we could
get in touch with him?

Not exactly. He had a cover
spot up on 16 River Street,

but I don't think
he lived there.

Well, thanks. We'll see if we can
find him, give him the once-over.

I wonder where the house is.

The odd numbers are
on the other side.

What's the matter with you? I told
you to put the ashcans on the left.

I can't keep opening
the door every five...

Well, you couldn't have come
at a better time, mister.

I haven't had a vacancy
since I don't know when.

I was looking for a fellow named
Nomaka. He doesn't happen to be home?

Now, wouldn't that beat you?
This was his room.

Four years he had it.

Do you know his new address?

The people I work for are a little
anxious to get in touch with him.

Oh, I'm afraid Mr. Nomaka
won't be looking for work

for quite a spell, poor man.

If you ask me, he's had it.

What happened to him?

He's had a complete nervous
breakdown, that's what.

And no wonder.

The way he's been the
last couple of months,

couldn't work,
couldn't do anything.

That's too bad.

Not an hour ago his
doctor himself was in

this very room, packing
all his stuff.

Who's his doctor?

He didn't say what his name was, but
I can tell a nut doctor when I see one.

I almost had to go to one myself
once, about my ex-husband Joe.

My third, that is. His folks
said I drove him nuts.

I think he had a head start.

Sorry to hear it.

That's all right. He wasn't
up to specifications.

Hey, is this where
Willie Nomaka lives?

- Yeah.
- Here. I come for his trunk.

Well, I don't know.

You don't know what? There's
the note. Where's the trunk?

Listen. Watch how you talk
to me in my own house.

I ain't gonna talk to you
at all. Where's the trunk?

Doesn't cost anything to be
polite. You're talking to a lady.

You can say that again.

You looking for
a belt in the mouth?

No, thanks. I can't use it.

Well, then, keep your trap shut.
Look, I ain't got all day.

Where are you taking the trunk?

I ought to know, to
protect myself legal,

in case Nomaka comes back and
wants to know where it is.

Hey, Ed, go look in that room.
It must be in there.

Hey!

You ought to tell the lady
where you're taking the trunk.

Look, I told you not
to mind my business.

Now, make it so's I don't
have to tell you again.

You're pulling my shirt.

Well, I may pull your ears off.

This shirt cost four bucks.

I don't know. I wonder,
should I let them take it?

After all, Nomaka wrote the
note saying they could take it.

I think you should
let them have it.

In there.

Thanks, mister, for lowering
the boom on that character,

but I've been running a sailor's
boarding house for 10 years,

and none of these
here apes scare me.

I don't take any lip in
my own house, either.

I'll be seeing you.

Why?

Unfinished business.

I don't let it go by when some joker
slugs me when I ain't looking.

You should keep looking.

Say, how tall are you?

6'4".

Seventy-six inches.
That's a lot of man.

I'd appreciate it if you'd
call me at this number

if you get any
information on Nomaka.

Anything you say, 76.

Sure you don't want
to rent that room?

I'm already located.

Everything's included. Laundry
service, maid service, everything.

Oh, I'm paid up at
this other place.

I wonder, does that wife of
Nomaka's know he's sick?

Wife?

Well, he was married to some
woman. Then they got a divorce.

A couple of weeks ago he was
on the long-distance phone,

trying to call her on
Molokai, the leper colony.

Is she a leper?

No, I think she's
a nurse over there.

Oh.

Thanks for the information.

So long. Drop in any time.

Can I use your phone?

It seems that my tough opponent
had a long police record,

and while Chief Liu was questioning
him about a certain market robbery,

the entire contents of Nomaka's trunk
were microscopically photographed.

When they picked up
their truck and left,

naturally, there was
a tail on them.

And the final destination of the
trunk was the Okoli Malunu club,

a new name for our list.

The next day was Sunday.

While Mal was developing prints
of our findings in the trunk,

I took Nancy to the Pali.

She touted its beauty.
I guess it was beautiful.

I didn't look at it except
as a background for her.

No matter where she stood she
was going to be the foreground.

I've been thinking.

That's a good idea.

A girl studying to be
a psychiatrist should think.

Has anything come up
in your investigation

to prove one way or another about
Gelster being a Communist?

Not so far.

Well, if he is, why?

I don't know.

I've been trying to analyze him.
I think he has a frustration.

Oh?

He's a good boss, but you
never have the feeling

that you'd like to do something for
him outside of the line of duty.

You do and I'll beat
his brains out.

Don't be an ape.

I mean he doesn't draw
affection from people.

In your case, he'd better not.

Stop that! You know what I mean.

If he asked me to do a favor,

the only reason I'd do it is
because I don't wanna lose my job.

He doesn't attract people.

In fact, he doesn't even have the
quality of repelling people.

That, at least, is an active
emotion between individuals.

He just is a neuter
as a personality.

I think he had to try and
search for a cult of some kind.

- Something to make him feel...
- Look, baby,

I don't know the "why."
I've heard all the jive.

This one's a Commie because Mama
won't tuck him in at night,

that one because girls wouldn't
welcome him with open arms.

I don't know the "why."
The "what" I do know.

It's like when I was
wearing the uniform.

I shot at the guy on the
other side of the perimeter

because he was the enemy.

Hey, we'd better get out of here
or I'll start talking politics.

Hello, the house!

Hi. Say, Jim,

I've got something here
I want you to take a look at.

What?

I haven't developed all the stuff yet,
but there's something funny here.

Ten policies, all made
out to Juan Garcia.

And on every one of them,

the beneficiary's last
name is a single letter.

Yeah, that is strange.

If a fellow was going to take
$10,000 worth of insurance,

generally, he'd take
one policy, not 10.

Well, we'd better check it.

Yeah.

At last, we had something
to send to Washington,

where they went through the
mill that grinds so very small

and not so very slow.

Lowry to McLain. Urgent.

Examination, fraudulent
insurance policies,

establishes 10 secret Communist
agents, gathered Honolulu.

Objective unknown.
Press investigation.

Check the rest of that
list at the sanatorium.

Kalaupapa, a small,
completely isolated peninsula

jutting out from the
sheer cliffs of Molokai.

Kalaupapa, the ancient
leper colony.

Lonely, desolate, no
bars, but escape-proof.

I wasn't too happy about this
angle of the investigation.

Frankly, leprosy scared me.
Scares most people, I guess.

I still remember
when we were kids

and my mother used to
read the Bible to us.

The chill that ran up and down backs
when she said the ancient word "leper."

- Mr. McLain?
- Yes.

I was sent to guide
you to the hospital.

Thank you.

- Mrs. Nomaka?
- Yes.

I'm Jim McLain, the House
UN-American Activities...

Oh, yes, Dr. Peterson
told me about you.

I'd like to talk
about Willie Nomaka.

He's in trouble?

Well, I don't know. He
seems to have vanished.

Willie was my husband. We've
been divorced for some years.

Please, sit down.

Let me explain.

After being a hard-working, dedicated
Communist for almost 11 years,

I came to my senses and recognized
Communism for what it is.

It's a vast conspiracy to
enslave the common man.

Excuse me.

Are those the inmates' babies?

Yes.

They're taken from the mothers
immediately on delivery,

and brought here.

That's tough.

At least they may see them.
It's much worse later.

At six months of age, the babies
are removed to the mainland.

It may seem hard to the parents, but
it's really much better for the babies.

Let me resume.

I left the Party,
wrote a full account

of my past activities and association
to the FBI and came here.

I thought, I suppose,

that I might atone for the
injury I had done humanity

by helping these unfortunates.

When I left the Party, I could not
persuade Willie to accompany me.

So, we separated.

You haven't seen him since?

Never. Last week
he telephoned me.

Radiophone, you know.
The connection was bad.

He made little sense.

A few days later I received a most
incoherent letter from him,

in which he says he is returning
to the religion of his childhood.

I have it here.

You will see, he accuses
himself, using the Japanese word

kyodai-goroshi, which
is fratricide.

A man who murders his brother.

Yes, he calls himself that.
He is obviously deranged.

He has no brother. I know his
family well, since infancy.

He's an only child.

Well, have you any idea
what he meant by this?

None.

Did you answer his letter?

No. Like any other who commits
a crime against humanity,

he will have to find his own way
back into the community of men.

I would not lift a hand
to help any conspirator,

any more than I would extend
a helping hand to a...

I was going to say leper, but
that, of course, is ridiculous.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Nomaka.
I'm sorry I had to bother you.

Oh, Mr. McLain...

if, in the course of your duty,
you are forced to arrest Willie,

please remember, he is suffering
great torment of soul.

I recognize his predicament as
identical with my own in the past.

I have no control over this,
Mrs. Nomaka. I'm just an investigator.

But if I see Willie, I'll tell him I met
a splendid lady who wishes him well.

Jim...

This is the Reverend Ito.

He says that our man, Nomaka,
was here, all right.

He was in a very
disturbed state of mind.

He came in, placed many
prayer papers on the altar

and kept raving about he'd
murdered his brother.

It was hard to tell whether or
not he was stating the truth

because the Reverend Father
tried to question him,

he screamed he had no
brother and ran away.

Well, was that the
last he saw him?

That's the last time he saw him.

Thank you.

Mal.

The Chief wants to talk to you.

644 to No. 1. 644 to No.
1. Come in.

Mal, in checking
Dr. Gelster's phone bill

we find toll charges to
a Sanford Sanitarium.

Your man Nomaka might be there.

We checked it. He wasn't there,
and they weren't cooperative.

Take officer Jones with you this
time. He has a search warrant.

They'll cooperate.

Right.

644 to No. 1. Check.
Here 6-3-4-8.

Come on, Jonesy.

- Remember me?
- Yeah.

Well, I'm going to ask
you just once more.

Do you have a patient
named Nomaka?

No.

Do you have that man?

I've got a search warrant.

Why, sure. We have this man.
Calls himself Shige.

These drunks always hide under
a phony name. Here, follow me.

This is the man, isn't it?

Yeah, that's him.

I don't get this
character for a drunk.

Looks more like he's on junk.
He makes no sense.

Nomaka, you're among friends.

Where's your telephone?

Give me the police
department, Chief Liu.

Hey, Jack, we'd just as soon have no
trouble. We're in business, you know.

You want to stay in business?

- Yes, sir.
- Cooperate.

Hello, Chief. Yeah,
we found him.

Can you send an ambulance
over to pick him up?

All right. Thanks.

We had Nomaka, but between
nervous breakdown

and the injections his
comrades had given him,

Nomaka was of no use to us.

Say, by the way, I want
you to meet Ed White.

I've been trying to bring him along
to take my place as business agent

when I leave next month.

I got a pretty good
setup on the mainland,

but I want to make sure
I leave this outfit

in the hands of guys
that are on our team.

See, there he is now.

Hey, get out of the truck.

You can't do it. The hiring hall
sent me down here with a gang.

Well, I'm sending you back.

You're sending me back because
you think I'm a Commie?

I wouldn't send you back
because you're a Commie.

Then 80 jerks from here and
there would get together

and call a meeting about
your civil rights.

I won't even say
you're a Commie.

I'll just say you loose-loaded
a sling a couple of months ago

and a load of radar
equipment was smashed.

Accident.

Well, I don't like accidents
on my loading gang.

So get out of the area.

Maybe you'd like to make me.

Cinch.

Hey, mac.

You ain't man enough
to do it by yourself.

Look, mister, if I belt you,
you could sue the company.

But if you want to come
down to Joe's after dinner,

we can talk about this thing a little
more, and my time is my own.

Hey, Whitey.

McLain and Baxter, House
UN-American Activities Committee.

You fellows are
doing a good job.

Getting things pretty
well cleaned up.

Well, we'd like to get
together with you

and let you give us the
lowdown on what's going on.

Sure, you can have
anything we got, hey, Max?

Sure, anything.

About the only tip
I can give you

are the names of some of
these parliamentary pirates.

Parliamentary pirates?

Yeah, those talkative characters
who babble for hours at a meeting

so the decent guys go home
before a vote's called.

Come on in the office.

Mr. McLain?

My name is Henried,
Robert Henried.

- Mrs. Vallon.
- How do you do, Mrs. Vallon?

Mr. McLain, I'm a writer.

I don't suppose you've
ever read any of my works.

I write mostly historical
and research treatises.

My purpose in coming here today
is to give you some information

on the Communist Party.

I'll take a walk
along the beach.

Don't leave on my
account, Mrs. Vallon.

This information will become public
knowledge within a very few days,

just as soon as my next
book reaches the stands.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you, no.

I'm rather pressed for time.

As a matter of fact, what I have to say
will take just a very few minutes.

Mr. McLain, 10 years ago
I joined the Communist Party,

merely to see it firsthand
and observe its operation.

When I found it unworkable, my
scholar's interest stopped,

but I maintained the contacts I had
created during my time of study.

As I told Stalin at
our last meeting,

the parallel between
his organization

and the Venetian dictatorships of
the 16th century is most unusual.

May I have a glass of
that lemonade, please?

You saw Stalin?

Oh, my dear fellow,
scads of times.

As a matter of fact,
our last conversation

terminated in a rather
frightful quarrel.

You see, I had flown over in
a new jet plane of my own design

to demonstrate that his
operation must fail

for the same reason that
Genghis Khan failed.

This is excellent lemonade. May
I pour you a glass, Mrs. Vallon?

No, thanks.

He's a very stubborn
man, Stalin.

Finally, I had to threaten him
with my new secret weapon.

You know, this lemonade
tastes of lemons.

I must say, I heartily
approve of that.

It's always a great mistake to use
oranges when making lemonade.

You say you threatened him?

Oh, yes. He was frightfully
upset, as a matter of fact.

You see, my new
secret weapon, well,

it will make the atomic
bomb an obsolete nothing.

A mere child's plaything.

It will, incidentally, eliminate
any possibility of future wars.

And I reveal this
to you, Mr. McLain,

only because you have
a certain kind of face.

You have a face that
I can read like a book.

It tells me that though you might
do a stupid or thoughtless thing,

you could never be mean enough

to snitch about as important
a thing as my secret weapon,

if you first crossed your heart and
took a Boy Scout's oath not to.

How will it affect people?

To my best judgment,

my weapon, very likely, may
destroy the entire human race,

but, of course, one can't have
everything, can one, young lady?

Well, how does it work?

Well, in its first phase it
makes everybody look alike.

Don't misunderstand
me, Mrs. Vallon.

I don't mean that everybody
will look alike.

I mean that all the men will look alike
and all the women will look alike.

And now that I have met you, Mrs.
Vallon,

I think it would
be most advisable

if the female half of the world's
population looked exactly as you do.

This will stop wars?

Well, my dear fellow, how can
you possibly fight with someone

if he looks exactly as you do?

Don't you think there
might be the possibility

that you'd be picking
a fight with yourself?

You follow my logic?

Every interesting
step of the way.

This is really excellent lemonade.
I must have the formula for this elixir.

I'll pay you if you wish. I can very
easily. My family's very well fixed,

ever since my grandfather
developed and patented air.

Oh, that's very clever
of your grandfather.

Not at all.

He was simply sagacious enough to
see that all people must breathe.

Yes, Mrs. Vallon, I have
definitely decided

that all the women must
surely look like you.

And so I hope you won't find it an
imposition if I borrow your face

as a model for the distaff side.

Not at all, Mr. Henried.

I'm very happy you
feel this way.

Thank you, my dear.

And Mr. McLain,

I hope you won't mind if
I don't use your face

as the model for the male half
of the world's population.

You're the right size,
but your face...

Well, it seems as if you've
been struck a blow on your nose

at one time or another and you've
a slight scar over your left eye,

and your face is just not
suitable, I'm afraid.

Yeah, that's too bad.

When are you going to turn this
thing loose, this secret weapon?

Oh, well, I've not
yet decided that,

because, you see, there is one
slight flaw in my secret weapon.

If all men and women
look exactly alike,

how could husbands and wives
recognize their rightful mates?

Yes?

I fear some enormous
mistakes would be made.

People going into wrong houses,

husbands quarreling
with the wrong wives.

In short, an appalling
amount of domestic discord.

Well, you see my
problem, Mrs. Vallon?

Let us say, for instance, that you
were married to Mr. McLain here,

and I was married to
your exact duplicate.

Well, the possibilities
are downright hideous.

You see my problem, Mrs. Vallon?

I certainly do.

So, you've met our Mr. Henried.
He's harmless. Let me talk to him.

It's for you.

Pardon me.

Mr. Henried, we have a very important
mission for you to perform.

Thank you, Chief. Yes,
I shall leave at once.

Well, those people
will get into trouble.

The White House has
another problem.

That means I must fly to Washington
at once in my new jet plane.

But on second thought, I may
just fly over without it.

At this point, a certain
investigator is entitled

to something stronger
than lemonade.

And the investigator's girl.

A great deal of our information comes
from people we would never have found.

They seek us out, they tell us something
for the good of their country.

Come in.

- Mr. Lexiter?
- Yes.

I'm Jim McLain.
This is Mal Baxter.

House UN-American Activities
Committee investigators.

- Oh, yes.
- You wrote a letter to Washington?

Yes. Gentlemen, this
is Mrs. Lexiter.

How do you do?

Sit down, please, gentlemen.

Mama, will you go in and bring
out that newspaper, please?

It's awfully hard on Mama.

It's hard on me, too.
Believe that, please.

It seems so far back to think
when we were first married,

when we came away from
Poland, the hard country.

We came to New York.

Mama was carrying the little baby in
her arms then. In New York, we...

I'm sorry, gentlemen, I'm
just talking too much.

Well, take your
time, Mr. Lexiter.

Gentlemen, I wrote you that letter
because my son is a Communist.

Our son, Papa.

We came out here
to the West Coast.

In San Francisco, I worked
on the docks. That was hard.

But we were free and we lived.

In high school, our
boy was bright.

A prize he got, up there on the stage
with everybody looking at him.

Mama cried.

The prize was a trip to Russia.
Other students went.

Then came his letters
from Russia.

He wanted to stay there
a while, another year more.

He wanted to study.

When he came back,
he was different.

Then I heard from the
office where he was working

that he'd been giving out information
on the sailing and docking of ships.

He was a Communist.

I didn't argue with him.
I showed him the door.

Mr. McLain, I was raised
in the land of the pogrom.

I know how useless it is to try to
reason with those heartless men.

Men that have turned
their backs on God.

This was just before the war?

Yes, sir. 1940.

- You haven't seen him since?
- No.

After that I brought Mama over here,
where we could retire on my pension,

live free in the sun.

Since then, we haven't seen
him or heard from him.

Well, thank you very much...

But this... This, we have seen.
That's why I wrote you the letter.

- This is your son?
- Yes.

Now he calls himself White.

He's probably ashamed
of his real name.

But that's all right,
I'm ashamed of him.

- Well, can we keep this paper?
- Why, surely.

Well, thanks a lot.

I know how hard it
was for you to...

Mr. McLain, Mama and I are just
living out here on our union pension,

free and in the sun, and we...

It was my duty.

We appreciate what you've done.

If I could only pick a fight with this
real tough Ed White on my own time...

That we can't do.

Chief Liu put a 24-hour
tail on Ed White.

So then we tailed this
mug to the Royal.

He went in one door, came out the
other, changed cabs three times.

We stayed with him till he
finally went to this warehouse.

Since then we've taken pictures
of everybody that went in or out.

That's about it, Chief.

Good job, Gallagher.

Ed White led us to seven out
of ten of the secret cell.

We went to work on
the missing three.

Hello?

Yes. Just a moment.

For you!

Female!

Oh?

As long as I'm spying, I'm going to
listen. Or maybe I'm just jealous.

Hello? Who?

Remember me?

Oh, I never forget
a beautiful blonde.

Bag, I'll bet.

A certain gentleman
with which I had a date

was called away on very
important business.

So, I thought you'd jump at the chance
to take me to the Royal for dinner.

Well, thank you very much,
but I can't make it.

I have a date with
a maiden aunt.

I wouldn't want to hurt
the old girl's feelings.

Don't hurt my feelings, 76.

I've got something for
you about Nomaka.

Well, I'll send a man over
right away to pick it up.

Nope, you gotta bribe me.

Pick me up at my place.

I'm sorry, Nancy. This woman has
some information on Nomaka.

You'll have to
have dinner alone.

Not necessarily.

Just because I'm not dining with you
doesn't mean I have to eat alone.

Especially while you're out
with a beautiful blonde.

A bag.

Oh, quick switch.

Give me a description.

Oh, she doesn't look like
anything in particular.

Listen to the trained investigator
who remembers every detail.

Now, just a minute.

Suppose you come home late some night
and give me some mysterious story

about how you're on
top-secret business and

you can't tell me for
security reasons.

Oh, I don't think I'm going to like
being married to an investigator.

Me, I'm gonna like you being
married to an investigator.

Good-bye.

Bye.

I hope you appreciate the fact that I'm
showing you the charm of our island.

But since this is the first
time you're over here,

I thought I ought to show
you how we kamaainas live.

I want to show you, 76,
it's just wonderful.

You've shown me 18 saloons
I couldn't possibly have found

in Altoona, Pennsylvania
or Lansing, Michigan.

Now, how about giving
me that letter?

In due time, 76, in due time.
Take it easy. Relax.

You always get the job done better
if you take it real slow and easy.

You know, over here in Hawaii

we do things much slower than
they do on the mainland.

What's that mean?

Well, it's hard to
say in English.

It means to take it easy, never
to get angry at anybody.

Why don't you keep your big
fat feet out of the aisle?

So that's what it means.

Easy living and good manners.

Yeah, I see what you mean.
Now, could we eat?

Oh, not just yet.

One more little drinkie

and then I'll take you to a real
quaint little restaurant.

Don't worry. We'll get everything
done. Just remember...

Take it slow, take it easy.

Oh, let's not order yet.
Bring us another round.

I'm hungry. Supposing we order
now and eat after this round.

Nope. I like to get
a little glow before I eat.

Okay.

Why don't you stop playing
games and give me that letter?

Because I like playing
games, old 76.

And if I give you the
letter, you might blow,

and the deal was for a dinner.

You think I'm a heel?

Oh, 76, what I think about you
has to be said in the dark.

Give me a quarter.

I gotta phone.

Has the lady decided yet?

On food? No.

I don't think the
lady's mind is on food.

I think you're right.

Shall I bring some more drinks?

Not unless we have to.

This is the most perfect
evening I've had

since my return from
tour of duty in Guam.

Really?

I mean it. You're so lovely.

No.

You know, a guy gets
pretty tired of brunettes.

- You think so?
- I know so.

Well, hello, Jim.

How do you do?

Badly, thanks.

As long as I introduced you two,

which I'm beginning to
think was a mistake,

I'm entitled to make a speech.
It concerns the Navy.

When I was a Marine,
the Navy kept putting

me on boats and
taking me places.

My bunk was always too short.

The Navy would take me to an island
someplace, put me on a beach

where a lot of angry people
would start shooting at me.

And when the shooting died down, the
Navy would put me back on a boat

where the bunk was too short,
and take me to another island,

where more people
would shoot at me.

Now, during this I became very annoyed
with the Navy, but I kept my temper.

I did not strike
even one sailor.

However, there is
a limit to my patience.

And if I have any more trouble
with the Navy, you are nominated.

Shall we dance?

Oh, yes, let's. The
music is divine.

Hey, what's the idea
of table hopping?

When a gentleman's out with me, I don't
go for no table hopping from him.

You're my date tonight,
and don't you forget it.

You men are all alike.

You see a good-looking
dame and there you are.

- Let's eat.
- Let's have one more round.

- Steak and potatoes.
- Please?

Sliced tomatoes.

Listen, if I give you the letter
now, can we have one more round?

Yeah. Another round.

Nomaka must have wrote it
to these people in Japan,

and they didn't live at that
address, so it came back.

- You opened this?
- Well, sure.

The postal authorities
get very peevish

about people opening
other people's mail.

There's a law.

So? I'm a woman, and
women are curious.

Didn't do you much good.

No. It's written in Japanese.

So here you are.

So, sure. So here I am.

I knew it. It come to
me just like a dream.

I was just passing the
buoy off of Diamond Head,

and it come to me just
like I was in a transom.

And I says to myself, "She
had that look in her eye."

So I gives the
rudder a full turn

and brings my good old garbage
scow back to the wharf.

- Please, not so loud.
- Blow, bud.

I'll probably lose my contract.

For 20 years, I've been
living up to my contract.

For 20 years I've been hauling
Honolulu's garbage out to sea.

My reputation, right
down the drain.

Go down the drain with it.

It's like I was stabbed
right through the heart.

You maybe will be.

You must keep quiet.

Don't waste time. Call the
bouncers. I want to fight.

All right, I will.

My name is McLain.
I can explain this.

Yeah, your name will be mud

if you wanna step out in
the parking lot with me.

I don't. It's been delightful
knowing you two lovebirds.

Oh, yellow, huh?

Very.

Get him out of here.

Well, at least I've still got
one pleasure left in life.

Don't twist that thumb so hard.
You'll break it again.

So long, 76.

Why didn't you bring your friends
over? They seemed charming.

Yes, she's a Sunday
School teacher,

and he has something to
do with transportation.

As a hobby, he bites
silver dollars in half.

So nice that you could join
us again for just a minute.

I'm looking forward to
seeing you again sometime.

You know, Clint is one of the
bright boys of Naval Intelligence.

Expert on Asiatic languages. He
reads, writes and speaks Japanese.

And fifteen dialects of Chinese.
Also Tibetan, Manchu, Siamese,

and six or eight others which
modesty forbids me to mention.

Translate this.

You bring it in to the
office first thing

in the morning, and
I'll be glad to.

Thank you. That I will.

And I'll tell Admiral Clay that it's
probably some clue to a naval sabotage,

that you wanted me to
wait until morning.

Ouch.

The music is divine.
Shall we dance?

Pretty smug, huh?

Sure, I'm smug. The greatest
girl in the world's stuck on me.

Mr. McLain?

I asked you to come
out here today

because I thought you could
be of some assistance to us.

Well, I had hopes it'd
be the other way around.

We're a security
agency, Mr. McLain,

and I think you've stumbled onto
something that concerns us.

This Nomaka was mixed up
in a sabotage operation

involving a U.S. Naval vessel.

One of the crew members who was killed
was a boyhood friend of Nomaka's,

and they swore some brotherhood
in a Shinto shrine.

We know when, where, and how
this sabotage occurred,

but we don't know exactly how
many others are involved in it.

And, well, we're still working.

Well, you wanted me
to do something?

Yes. This woman. This landlady.
How well do you know her?

Not well.

Sir, if I may say so, I think
McLain is being overly modest.

When I observed them together,

she seemed quite... Well,
"taken" is the word.

Do you think that you could worm
your way into her confidence?

I'm sure he could, sir.

I wasn't addressing
you, Commander.

I'm sorry, sir.

I only spoke because I am familiar
with Jim's excessive modesty.

Really, a certain type of woman has
always found him most attractive.

This is that type of woman.

I see.

Will you send Lieutenant
Edwards in, please?

Well, McLain?

Well, I'll do
anything I can, sir.

Fine. Commander Grey will
brief you in detail.

Lieutenant Edwards, I'm assigning
you to this case to assist McLain.

Stay within our jurisdiction.

Yes, sir.

- Yes, Admiral?
- Captain Leyton.

In going through the report
on the Nomaka case...

I have visitors, sir. I'll be right
in. If you gentlemen will excuse me.

Excuse me. I'll get my desk cleaned
off and be right with you.

Now, this is the same envelope,
but there's a dummy letter in it.

You take it back
to your innamorata

and tell her to give it to
anybody who asks for it.

We'll have the house covered.

Oh, wait. I suggest that you spend as
much time as possible with the lady.

You know, take her out to nightclubs
and picture shows, that sort of thing.

- You suggest that, huh?
- Yes, I do.

Well, my counter-suggestion

is that you'd look real cute
with a lump on your head.

Oh, Jim. Jim, all kidding
aside, this was a real find.

If we can rouse Nomaka from his stupor
long enough to interrogate him,

we might have something big.

Well, this Edwards,

has he been assigned to me to
help me, or as a watch dog?

Oh, he'll help you out.

Okay.

- Hi, 76.
- Hello.

What're you doing in
our neighborhood, huh?

I wanna ask you to do
me a little favor.

Anything.

I found out I couldn't
use this letter.

Will you give it to anybody
who might call for it?

Don't tell them I had it.

Oh, sure, 76.

But you better not come around no
more. I got a new deal with Olaf.

He's taking me along
on all the scow

trips. Guess he don't
want to be lonesome.

No. I think he just wants
to make sure you won't be.

Will you do what I asked?

Sure. But you better
not come around here.

I don't want to hurt
Olaf's feelings.

But don't get Olaf wrong. He's
just a big overgrown kid.

He loses his temper a lot,
but he always apologizes.

Where you going?

I'm gonna save Olaf an apology.

I got a phone call this morning.

I don't know anything about it.

Oh, I'm afraid this'll do it.

That's it.

- Well, answer the phone.
- I'm winning.

- I'll count your hand for you.
- Oh, no.

Hello?

Oh, yes, Chief, he's here.

Hello, Chief.

What's the matter?

Jim, what's the matter?

Mal's dead.

Hello, Jim.

Sorry.

After you've made
your identification,

I'd like to get some
information for an obituary.

You know, married, age, any kids,
war record, that sort of thing.

Obituary!

Name, so and so.
Age, such and such.

Does this tell us about a young
lawyer who went in the Marine Corps,

who lost eight feet of intestines
in Korea, gut-shot by a grenade

made in Czechoslovakia of scrap and
by machines that had been shipped

from the States to somewhere
in Western Europe

and then transshipped
behind the Iron Curtain?

Does this give you
a picture of a guy

who let his own teeth go because
his kid needed bands on hers?

Okay.

Malcolm Baxter, 34, married,
two children, ex-Marine.

There's your obituary.

Is that Mal Baxter?

Yeah, that's Mal Baxter.

I'm sorry, Jim.

Yeah.

What happened?

Sergeant Campbell will
give you the report.

"The body of the deceased was
discovered by Patrolman Gardner

"of Sixth Precinct,
this department.

"The body was floating
in a landlocked lagoon

"behind the Halekulani Hotel.

"The time was 0913.

"The lungs were free of water,

"which precludes the possibility
of death by drowning.

"The Medical Examiner requests

"that the Detective Bureau, in
its interrogation of relatives,

"investigate the past cardiac
history of the deceased,

"as there is the
possibility deceased

suffered a heart attack
while intoxicated

"and fell into the lagoon."

This was found on him.

Did he have a heart condition?

Yeah, he had a heart condition.

He tried to keep quiet about it,
but it finally got him in trouble.

The Homicide Squad and
I checked every lead.

There weren't many.

Three weeks. Night and day.
We came up with nothing.

Sorry, baby.

Now, don't tell me you were
working late at the office.

Just that. I walked 100
miles of waterfront

asking guys if they knew guys.

The French fries are all soggy.

And I was so anxious to show you
what a comfy housewife I'd be.

You're comfy without French fries.
Put them on, I'll eat them.

Okoli Maluna club. Good food.

And the security agencies
had been listening

to some very interesting
conversations.

I didn't tell Nancy
we were on business.

I wonder what he's
coming here for?

Probably just a coincidence.

I am completely skeptical
about coincidences.

Could you pass the
ketchup, please?

Will you pass the
ketchup, please?

I said, the ketchup.

Oh, certainly.

Well, baby, I spend more time in
Washington than anywhere else.

It's crowded, but I think
we can find a place.

Do you mind living there?

Home is where your heart is. That's
from Swinburne, or somebody.

I got orders.

To go back?

I guess this is just
another blind alley.

Washington ran all our
findings through the sieve

and decided it came to nothing.

The Hawaiian investigation is
being postponed indefinitely.

But you thought you
were doing so well.

I talked like I was doing better
than I really was, part of the act.

Well?

Well, do you want to
come back with me,

or would you rather
wait around a few days

and straighten out
your personal affairs?

I don't got no personal
affairs but you.

Then you'll leave with me?
Good girl.

Oh, I'm not being noble.

I've seen those airline stewardesses.
I don't want you traveling alone.

Put your fingers in your ears.
Close your eyes.

Everybody gets vibrations.
That character wasn't deaf.

I like you.

Well, I was in the hopes
it was more than that.

Love you? Of course,
but that's different.

I love you because your heart works, and
I like you because your head works.

Because you're sharp and clever
and real competent in your job.

You know, it's wonderful when
a woman has love and all that, too,

all rolled up together
in the same guy.

Let's get out of here.

I'm having great difficulty
keeping my hands off of you.

Is that a threat, sir?

Yes.

I guess this is just
another blind alley.

Washington ran all our
findings through the sieve

and decided it came to nothing,

so the Hawaiian investigation has
been postponed indefinitely.

That's splendid. I told you we were
well covered, that they'd find nothing.

Do not be more of a nuisance
than necessary, Doctor.

We are one step
away from disaster.

But I don't understand.

Obviously, you do not understand. The
most primitive of police tricks.

And done in such
a clumsy fashion.

This McLain is an exceedingly
competent operative.

He had his reasons for doing
this in such a manner.

I wish I knew those reasons.

Baxter. What had you to
do with Baxter's death?

He died almost immediately after
the injection of sodium pentothal.

You killed this Baxter?

I injected 0.3 grams
of sodium pentothal,

then tried to
interrogate him.

A certain number of people
are allergic to this dosage,

and he must have been.

Quiet.

Now we come to the real stumbling block.
This fool has committed a murder.

No, no, wait.

There might be other
ways of phrasing it,

Doctor, but you have
committed a murder

and put the Party in jeopardy.

How was I to know that...

Doctor, try and look a little less
surprised and listen to me attentively.

You will arrange a meeting
of the Seventh Cell.

Pay a great deal more attention than
seems usual with you to security.

That is all, Doctor. You may go.

I far prefer to work
with mercenaries.

You recite the obvious.

These domesticated
Party members,

these dedicated Communists,
they make me sick.

We need them until we take
power, then liquidate.

I'll report that you handled this
matter with your usual finesse.

A note of innuendo, my friend?

I am not given to
innuendo, friend.

Hilda?

Nobody gets down, you understand?
Nobody but Mr. Sturak.

If anybody gets curious, tell
them it's a private party.

Mr. Briggs.

Hi.

I didn't expect you home.
I was just about to leave.

Fix us a couple of drinks,
will you, Nancy? Sit down.

No, thanks. I've got a date.

What'd you call me about?

I want you to stay on tap.

What's the pitch?
Story breaking?

Could be. Tell you all
about it in a minute.

Mr. Sturak. Gentlemen.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- How are you?
- How do you do?

Edwin White, Comrade.

Oh, yes, a rising young
man in the labor union?

- We have good reports of you.
- Thank you, Comrade.

You know our
bacteriologist, Mortimer.

And this is Whelan, Labor
Relations Counselor

for one of the bigger
interests in the Islands.

I'm well aware of your
activities, Mr. Whelan.

Thank you.

Now, you will listen
to me attentively.

The Seventh Cell has been penetrated,
how badly we do not know.

The important thing now is that
we take some constructive steps.

You, my dear Doctor, are about
to become a red herring.

You will go to this UN-American
Activities Committee investigator

and confess to being
a longtime Party member,

disciplinary head of the
top-secret Seventh Cell of Hawaii.

But how will that help, Comrade?

Since you persist
in being so obtuse,

I will blueprint Seventh Cell
action from this moment.

We have long had plans

to create a paralysis of island
shipping and communications.

Word will come from our people

when they intend to make their next
move either in the Near or Far East.

Where that move will be, I do not
know, nor would I tell you if I did.

When the word will come, I do not
know, but two things I do know.

The word will come,
and when it comes,

the UN-expendable members
of the Seventh Cell

must be free to perform
their functions.

Now, these three UN-expendable
members are Whalen and White,

who must cause enough dissension
to cause a labor stoppage,

one as a negotiator
for the employers,

the other among the
negotiators for the unions.

35,000 tons of
critical materials

clear the Islands every
day for the East.

Every day we can stop
that flow of materials

is as effective as if our people were
to put another division in the field.

Dr. Mortimer and his rodents must
also be protected from exposure.

The creation of an epidemic
in the harbor area is a must.

The fear of infection
will provide our people

with a talking point
during negotiations.

Wages and hours are no longer
adequate to that purpose.

- What's happened?
- A gathering of the group.

This fellow Sturak is
really telling them off.

To sum up,

Mortimer, Whalen and White must
be protected at all costs.

So, Doctor, you will inform on these
other members of the Seventh Cell.

They will, of course,
be replaced,

and meanwhile, the authorities
will be happily deluded

into believing that we have
been rendered impotent.

Is your text clear, Doctor?

We're to be thrown
to the wolves?

A somewhat florid way of
putting it, but true.

No legal action can
be taken against you.

As for these other members
against whom you inform,

they will simply plead their
constitutional rights.

Well, we'd better alert Chief Liu. I'll
take a couple of your men with me.

And keep Nancy here, will you?

Shove off.

Get a hold of the Chief,
tell him to roll.

All right.

This is the end of my
professional career.

Oh, don't take such
a defeatist view, Doctor.

We take care of our own.

And so that all of you will be certain
to remember that fact, I repeat,

we take care of our own.

House UN-American
Activities Committee.

I'm sorry, this is a private
party. No trespassers.

Knock it off. Drop that chain.

You heard what the man said.
Get over there and sit down.

A final rehearsal,

so that each man knows
his course of action...

Hey, here's that big cop.

Everyone will remain
completely silent.

Any talking will be done
through our attorneys.

What are your intentions?

I pretended like I wanted
to make this pinch myself.

That's unusual, of course, but
that's what I kept pretending.

The real reason was I wanted
to hit you, one punch.

Just one full-thrown right hand.

But now I find I can't do it,
because you're too small.

That's the difference between
you people and us, I guess.

We don't hit the little guy.

We believe in fair play and
all that sort of thing.

So you get a pass.

I have subpoenas for
everyone in this room.

You're pretty tough
when you're talking

to some guy that's only
half your size, ain't you?

Keep your mouth shut.

No, I won't. I've had a bellyful of
this East Texas cotton-chopping jerk.

Did you ever chop cotton?

No, I'm from the
country club set.

That chopping cotton's for
white trash and niggers.

Chief, this man, he attacked
us without provocation.

Without provocation?

We all have sufficient provocation
to attack you, all Americans.

- Dr. Gelster?
- I demand medical attention.

You'll receive that. An
ambulance is on its way.

Right now, I'm placing you
under arrest for manslaughter.

Take them away.

That was a very stupid
way for a cop to act.

It sure was.

How do you feel?

Fine. Just fine.

While I was getting patched up,

Chief Liu had his three men
in jail, indicted for murder.

The following month, the House
Committee on UN-American Activities

opened its hearings in Honolulu.

My job was done.

I claim my rights under
the Fifth Amendment

and refuse to answer on the ground
of possible self-incrimination.

Are you now, or have you ever been,
a member of the Communist Party?

I stand under the privileges granted me
by the Constitution of the United States

and refuse to answer.

I stand especially
on the right granted

me under that section
of the Constitution

known as the Fifth Amendment.

Well, I got my men. You don't
seem to be doing so well.

I wonder how Mal would have felt
about this Fifth Amendment?

He died for it.

There are a lot of wonderful things
written into our Constitution

that were meant for
honest, decent citizens.

I resent the fact that it
can be used and abused

by the very people that
want to destroy it.

So, they walked out free again.

We built a case and proved
to any intelligent person

that these people are
Communists, enemy agents,

and they walk out free.

Sometimes, I wonder why
I stay on this job.

You been waiting long?

You're not late. I'm early.

I wanted to be sure to be
here when you arrived.

I knew how badly you would feel and
I didn't want you to be alone.

I wanted so much to be able to
help, even in a little way.

You just keep looking at me like
that for the next hundred years

and you'll help in
a real big way.

Company, halt!

Company, forward march!

- Showman, P.W.
- Yo.

- Gross, E.K.
- Yo.

- Donahue, J.J.
- Here.

- Lastworth, E.T.
- Here.

- Cohen, L.K.
- Yo.

- Grant, J.E.
- Yo.

- Brie, J.
- Here.

- Fellowes, R.
- Here.

- St. John, M.
- Yo.

Neighbor, how stands
the Union now?

There stands the
Union, Mr. Webster.

There stands our Union, sir.