All language subtitles for Larceny.1948.1080p.English

- Good morning, Mr. Randall.
- Good morning, Mr. Maxon.

Mr. Vanderline
is waiting in the study.

Thank you.

Hello, Van.

Just got your message
a few minutes ago.

Hello, Mr. Randall, Maxon.

I'm sorry to ask you over
this early in the morning,

but I'm leaving town at noon and I thought it
might be a good chance to check up on a few things.

It certainly is, Van, because we just worked
out the final plans for the architect.

- That's fine.
- And if you'll notice,

we even found a way of converting the roof
garden into a landing field for helicopters.

We'll be the only yacht club
in the world with anything like it.

We had a new application
for membership this morning too.

- Colonel Rittenhouse.
- British Intelligence?

Well, even the British Intelligence
has to relax.

You know him, don't you, Rick?

Shipboard acquaintance.

I crossed with him
on the Queen Elizabeth.

Mm.

How many memberships
have we sold so far?

Oh, I don't know exactly,
but I'd say...

In money, I mean.

I think it's about 250,000,
isn't it, Rick?

- About that.
- Mostly my friends, aren't they?

Well, we have tried to limit this
to the right people.

Something strange
happened last night.

- I don't know how to explain it.
- What is it, Van?

You remember this picture you gave me
showing you and the count aboard his yacht?

- Of course I remember.
- I showed it to a friend of mine.

This morning,
he brought over this one.

I thought it was a rather
remarkable coincidence,

so I examined both pictures
under a microscope.

The cloud formations
are identical.

In fact, all the details are the same
except that you're in one picture

and you're not in the other.

My snap was taken
in Havana, Van,

details and cloud formations
to the contrary.

So stop worrying.

- I'm not a ghost.
- I hope you're not a ghost, Randall.

I hope you're
who you say you are

because it would've been
an easy matter

to slip this negative
out of the newspaper files

long enough to have
a reprint made,

a reprint superimposing
your picture.

Just what are you implying, Van?

I never bothered
to check on you, Randall.

I took your word as to who
you were, what you were.

It never occurred to me
to pass our credentials,

possibly because no one has
ever questioned my word before.

I'm sorry, Randall, but you must
remember my position.

I've gone into this yacht club
deal whole hog.

Advised my friends to do so too.

Now there's a quarter of a million dollars
involved and we've nothing more to show

than an option on a piece
of shoreline and this blueprint!

I've heard of
confidence men before.

Confidence men?

That's a very serious
charge, Van.

I'm only asking for
an explanation, gentlemen.

Which I don't think we should be put
in the position of having to give.

But since there's some doubt, I suggest
that you put in a call to the count at once.

I already did, Mr. Randall,
this morning.

He left for Europe a month ago.

That's why I'm asking you
for some sort of explanation.

I don't think you're
going to get one, Van.

In that case, you leave me
no other choice but to call the police.

All right, have it your way, bring on
the cops and let them tag all of us.

What do you mean "all of us"?

Aren't you one of our partners?

I was hoodwinked
into signing that contract.

Couldn't tell it
by your handwriting.

This is a fraud. I'll get
the best lawyer in the country.

And the worst kind of publicity.

Let's face it, Van.

A messy trial involving a man of your
reputation would cause quite a scandal.

I'm not going to stand by and allow
my friends to be fleeced by a gang of...

- Confidence men?
- You don't have to stand by, Van.

Call up your friends and tell them the plans
for the yacht club were a little premature.

They've been
indefinitely postponed.

- What about the money they invested?
- We're partners, remember?

We took it in, you give it back.

You mean pay them back
with my money?

- What's the matter, is it counterfeit?
- Simple business law, Van.

A partner is responsible
for the actions of his associates.

You don't have
a paragraph to stand on.

Get out. Get out of here,
both of you.

You won't be needing
these anymore.

Get out of here
before I throw you out!

Hello, boys.

- Sit down.
- Thanks.

Tory, fix the boys a drink.

- When do we leave?
- After we talk over our next move.

Maybe we ought
to lay low for a while.

Silky doesn't believe
in unemployment, Rick.

It's the root of all evil.

Funny, I thought women were.

Take in a movie, baby.

We've got some business.

I'll stay here
and be real quiet.

There's a good bill
at the Paradise.

I'll pick you up later.

One of these days you're
gonna lose me to an usher.

- Drafty out here, isn't it?
- Hello, Max, good to see you back.

- How's California?
- Like Florida,

only people live there
all year round.

That smog is rough on my sinus.

I didn't send you out there
for your health, Max.

Tell 'em about the town
I asked you to look over.

It wasn't bad. Lots of money people,
but mostly hoarders.

- Very few spenders.
- Sounds like LA.

- LA? The town is Mission City.
- Mission City?

A little haven of retired millionaires
just outside of Pasadena.

- Hasn't been touched yet.
- Maybe there's a reason.

Could be the city fathers
are too tough to handle.

- It doesn't matter.
- Since when?

Since I decided the city manager
is going to cover for us.

- Oh. Ambitious, aren't we?
- No, just practical.

The old boy's got a daughter
he's nuts about.

We involve her
in a little fraud game.

Can't expose us
without exposing her.

- Simple?
- Until you try involving the girl,

then maybe it's not so simple.

Well, that's where
you fit in, Rick.

Unless, of course, you've lost
that fatal charm of yours.

I haven't had
any complaints lately.

Her name is Deborah Owens Clark.

Twenty-four years old,
strictly respectable.

Lost her husband in the war,
still hasn't gotten over it.

In that frame of mind,
she's a perfect mark for ya.

- What's the fix?
- The same kind of a game

we played with Vanderline, only this time,
instead of raising money for a yacht club,

we do it for
a phony war memorial.

A phony war memorial?
That's a very patriotic idea.

The details are all
in this envelope.

You and Duke memorize the stuff.

You're leaving tomorrow morning.

Well, in that case,
we better go and pack.

You're big enough now to sit
on a suitcase by yourself, Duke.

I want to talk to Rick alone.

Take a walk, Max.

It's good for your health.

What's up?

I just thought you'd like to know
that Tory won't be with us for a while.

I'm sending her to Havana.

She'll like it there.

That's what
the travel folders say.

But, somehow, I have an idea
she prefers you to a Cuban rhumba.

Silky, don't let your imagination
run away with you.

She's your girl.

If you don't trust her,
get rid of her.

It's a funny thing, Rick.

Tory's like a high tension wire.

Once you grab on,
you can't let go even if you want to.

And I don't want to.

I like Tory. I like her a lot.

Well, I hope you both
will be very happy.

But leave me out of it.

That's the way I like it too.

I'm gonna double your take
if you make good in California.

- You're generous.
- Very generous,

but only with money.

There isn't any hurry, Duke,
we're not leaving till tomorrow.

Hello, lover.

You're not very bright, are you?

Maybe not, but I've got
a certain kind of exciting beauty.

- Anyone see you come in?
- The bellboy, and he whistled.

What happened to the movie?

It was after six, they raised
the price of admission.

- Silky just had a talk with me.
- Oh?

- About you.
- I hope you didn't let him

bandy my good name about.

We've got to take it easy, Tory.
Silky is suspicious enough as it is.

Worry, worry, worry.

I don't know how you manage
to keep looking so young.

You know we haven't
seen much of you lately.

Use your head, Tory.
We can't afford to take chances now.

Aw, come on,
let's take some chances.

After this next deal,
I'm breaking away.

I'm as fed up with Silky
as you are.

Then tell me where
he's gonna send you.

Didn't tell me yet.

You know, if you weren't so good looking,
I'd take your face apart for lying to me.

I don't want you around, baby.

This could be my big chance.
After that, I'll send for ya.

Where am I gonna be?

I don't know, but I'll find you.

He's sending me to Havana
and you know it.

- Cut it out, Tory.
- I don't like your attitude, mister.

You know things,
you're not telling me.

I'll tell you what I want
and no more.

- What's this?
- None of your business. Give me the picture.

- Who is she?
- My kid sister.

You're lying again. If that's your kid
sister, I'm a boa constrictor with high heels.

All right, so you're a boa constrictor
with high heels.

- Now give me the picture.
- No!

Oh!

If I didn't love you so much,
Rick, I'd kill ya!

Stop twisting my arm.
People will think we're married.

I don't like the way
you act in company.

Let go, I'll reform.

- I'll be down in the bar.
- Scared of me, Duke?

Frankly, yes.

When are you gonna learn
to behave yourself?

Now, really, Rick, what would you do
with a girl who behaved herself?

I misplaced my watch again.

I was sure I put it right here
by this jujutsu manual.

I think it's hanging
on the file there.

Well, what do you know?

Right under my very nose.

Thank you.

Ought to put it
in a safety vault, I guess.

It's a... it's a family heirloom.

It's got a lot
of real diamonds in it.

Hm. I'd like a single room, please.

Oh, a single, huh?

Let me see.

I can't give you a single.

I got a double. You don't
happen to have a friend?

No, I'm in town alone.

Oh. You here for
the Rose Bowl Game next week?

No. I promised a buddy of mine
if I ever got by this way,

I'd drop in and see his family.

- Who's that?
- Fellow named Jim Clark.

Jim Clark.

- Did you know him?
- Yeah.

We were together overseas
up until the time he was killed.

Why...

Why, he was one of my boys.

- What did you say your name was?
- Rick Stewart.

I'm Charlie Jordan,
secretary of the YAA.

- I'm glad to know you, Mr. Jordan.
- Oh, none of that mister stuff around here.

And no last names either.

I'm just plain Charlie
to all my boys.

- Okay, Charlie.
- Sure, I got a room for you, Rick.

Any friend of Jim's.

A nice big double one
all to yourself.

Here, just sign there.

- I'll get those, Charlie.
- Oh, not on your life.

You just follow me.

I guess you're gonna see Deb.

Well, I sort of promised Jim.

- I thought I'd call her tomorrow.
- Oh, Deb's a wonderful girl.

Of course she hasn't been any too well
the last three years, ever since Jim...

- Took it pretty hard, huh?
- Well, we all did, but Deb most of all.

- Then maybe I'd better not.
- Oh, yeah, she'll want to see you.

She'll want to see
any friend of Jim's.

- Hiya, Charlie.
- Hello, fellas.

Now I can't find my keys.

I'm sure I brought 'em with me.

Maybe if you jump up and down
a little bit, they'll jingle.

That's an idea.

Hey.

Worked like a charm.

Well, here we are.

How do you like it?

Just like the Ritz Biltmore.

Nothing too good
for any friend of Jim's.

Say, Rick, we're having our boys' club
meeting down at the gym tonight.

Why don't you come down
and tell the boys about your experiences?

- Jim used to be a leader in the YAA.
- I understand, Charlie,

but you know how most of the fellas feel
about talking about their war experiences.

You don't have to talk
about the war, Rick.

Talk about anything you like.

Maybe something
about courage or honesty.

Okay, Charlie.

I'll say something
about honesty.

Thanks.

Sure swell to have you
with us, son.

See you later.

I forgot my keys.

Christ, the royal Master,

leads against the foe.

Forward into battle,

see His banners go.

Onward, Christian soldiers,

marching as to war,

with the cross of Jesus

going on before.

Now, fellas, it's time
for our guest speaker.

Will you introduce him, Charlie?

Boys, I don't think Rick Stewart
really needs any introduction.

He was a friend of Jim Clark's.

He was with our Jim
when, when...

Well, anyway, he isn't going to make
a very long speech.

I couldn't get him to do that even
if I promised him I wouldn't sing tonight.

However, he is going to say
a few words to you,

I think maybe a few
very important words.

Boys, Rick Stewart.

Fellas, I'm not gonna talk
about the war tonight, it's old stuff.

Beside, if I were to stand up here and blab
about experiences at Okinawa or anyplace else,

I'd consider myself
a pretty corny guy.

There's only one battle
worth fighting nowadays.

That's the battle for the peace,

the battle to see if we can live together
without fear, without fighting,

and without sacrifice
of our loved ones.

This is the frontline now.

There are no uniforms,
no bullets, no Purple Hearts.

Just an obligation to those who died
that we may live in peace.

Jim Clark used to carry a poem around
that said it a lot better than I can.

"They cannot win the peace,
our silent dead.

They only won the war.

To those who lived, the duty goes
to echo what 10,000 graves have said

and cannot now resay."

It's up to us now, fellas,
to carry on for guys like Jim,

to arm ourselves with the one weapon that
the enemies of truth cannot prevail against:

Honesty.

"Honesty" means "truth,"
and nothing in the world can lick it.

That's what we ask you
who came back from the last war.

Honesty with yourselves,
honesty with each other,

and a determined
fight for peace.

Are you willing
to take up that fight?

Yeah!

Meeting adjourned!

- Thank you, fellas.
- Yeah, that was great.

Thanks, thanks.

- See you later.
- That was swell.

How do you like that?

Wasn't that
a wonderful speech, Deb?

Oh, Mr. Stewart...

I'm Jim's wife.

I should've known.

Charlie called and told me
you were in town.

Well, I figured this would be as good a
time as any for you two to get together.

That was a very nice speech,
Mr. Stewart.

- Thank you.
- Now, Deb,

none of that Mr. and Mrs. stuff
around here.

This is Rick. Rick, this is Deb.

I guess you two
have a lot to talk about.

Why don't you go
for a drive somewhere?

I have a car outside.

Say goodbye to the boys for me,
will you, Charlie?

I sure will.

Thanks, Rick,
thanks for everything.

Oh, by the way, Charlie,
one of the kids gave me this

and asked me
to give it back to you.

My watch. Gee,
I missed it this afternoon.

I wouldn't be too curious
about who took it, Charlie.

I think the boy is sorry.

I guess you surely
must have gotten to him, Rick.

- Thanks again.
- So long.

So long.

Edge of the world.

Look down, see half the city.

Look up, see half the universe.

Jim and I used to come here
when we wanted to talk.

- Cigarette?
- No, thanks.

It's funny Jim never
mentioned you in his letters.

We never really got to know
each other till the last few days.

Were you with him when he died?

No.

We got separated
when we hit the beach.

I didn't hear about it myself
for two days.

Haven't any of the other boys
been around to see you?

I received a few letters, but nobody
seemed to know how it happened.

I'm sorry I can't help, Deb.

I do know one thing, however.

You were the last person on his mind
before he went into battle.

Did he...

That is, he didn't happen to...

Say anything?

Yes, he did.

We were standing on the rail
of an LST heading to the breakers.

He had kind of a funny smile on his face
as if he were listening to something

other than the barrage
the Navy was laying in.

"Rick," he said, "You know
how I feel about Deb.

If you get through and I don't,

drop in and see her sometime.

"I'd like to be sure that she goes on
doing things for both of us."

Want to go back?

Not yet.

I feel better now.

I want to know everything now, Rick,
about those last few days,

what Jim did, what he said.

Well, mostly, he was
talking about you

and passing your picture around.

Which picture, Rick?

A snapshot, I think,
of the two of you.

Oh. Oh, that one.

He had a much better one
of me alone.

- In a Mother Hubbard?
- No.

In a bathing suit.

I guess he kept
that one for himself.

What else do you
remember about him?

Well, next to you, he was
always talking about kids,

how there were no bad kids,
only bad breaks.

Isn't that just like Jim?

Always trying to help kids.

Yeah, if he told me once,
he told me a thousand times

how he planned to build
a youth center in town,

something big and comprehensive.

Library, swimming pools,
hobby rooms all under one roof.

- Sounded kind of far-fetched at first.
- No, it's a wonderful idea.

But why didn't he ever tell me about it
or write it in his letters?

Well, maybe he was sort of
saving it for when he got back.

California? We better
head back to town.

But there's so much
to talk about.

- Can't we stay here a little longer?
- I'll still be around tomorrow.

- May I see you then?
- Of course.

- You must be a mind reader.
- Maybe I am.

Don't tell me, there's a brain
in that beautiful body?

I don't know.

Nobody's ever
asked me that before.

Saw you come out of the YAA.

You don't look like the type
they usually get there.

I'm a spy, trying to find out
what the reward for clean living is.

Bet you're loads of fun
on a date.

Are you intending to find out?

Maybe you wouldn't be interested in a man
that's only worth six million dollars.

I could learn to skimp.

I'm free after seven.

Oh, Rick, I was afraid
I'd missed you.

I never go anyplace
without a morning cup of coffee.

- May I talk to you alone?
- Of course.

Heat that up for me,
will you, please?

- How about you?
- No, thanks.

- Bring it over here.
- Sure.

- Guess where I've been all morning.
- I give up.

Down at the library.

Did you know that 12%
of all murderers,

twenty-eight percent
of all burglars,

and 26% of all thieves
apprehended were under 21?

- No.
- And do you know that statistics prove

that 75% of all adult criminals
were formerly juvenile delinquents?

I'm amazed at my own ignorance.

Oh, I thought about it all last night.

- I want to build it, Rick.
- Build what?

- Jim's youth center.
- Oh, that's quite a big undertaking, Deb.

He wanted me to go on
doing things for both of us.

- You told me that yourself.
- Sure, I know,

but it takes more than just the right kind
of spirit to start something like that.

- It takes money.
- Oh, we'll raise it.

We'll get everybody
in town to contribute.

Dad's the city manager
and he knows a lot of people.

Oh, I know we can do it, Rick.

The way you look right now,
you could do it all by yourself.

I think it's a wonderful idea, Deb,
and quite a tribute to Jim.

Kind of like a... a war memorial.

A war memorial.

I never thought of it like that.

It's a wonderful idea.

Thanks for the lift, Deb.
I'll see you tomorrow.

McNulty's Real Estate Office,
11:00 sharp.

- I'll pick you up here.
- Right.

Two after every meal
relieves heartburn.

I hope you've got a cure
for a broken neck!

Take it easy, Rick.

Nobody saw me come in.

If they did, it could ruin
the whole play.

I'm not supposed
to have any brains.

I only do what I'm told.

- Silky sent me.
- When did Silky start losing his mind?

When he found out
Tory didn't go to Havana.

She ducked me at the airport.

Silky thinks she's here.

Read the sign.

There's a rule against
bringing women in this place.

There's also a rule
against intoxicating beverages.

All right, now look in the closet in the
upper right-hand pocket of my blue suit,

you'll find Tory disguised
as a handkerchief.

- Who is it?
- Delivery boy.

- Rick Stewart?
- Yeah.

The stuff you ordered
from the drugstore. $1.45.

- Here, keep the change.
- Thanks.

Headache?

Change of climate.

Gets me in my sinus.

Looks all right.

No hard feelings, Rick,
I'm just doing a job.

I had to check.

Okay, you've checked.

Now check out of here,
and don't let anybody notice you.

Nobody ever does.

I got an ordinary face.

Well, it certainly
took you long enough.

Does the back of my neck
fascinate you, dear?

Yeah.

I'm just trying to decide
where to break it.

That's not a nice way to talk to a girl who
comes clear across the country to see you.

What happened to Havana?

I don't know how
to say "no" in Spanish.

You kiss like you're paying off
an election bet.

How'd you get by Max?

I made him buy us a few drinks
before the plane took off.

How'd you get the money
to come out here?

I lifted his wallet.

You know, I don't think
Silky pays Max very much.

I had a take a bus out here.

How'd you find out
where we were?

Max can't hold his liquor,
he talks too much.

Oh, stop worrying about Silky.

He won't find me
as long as I stick close to home,

and I'll stick close to home
as long as I don't get lonesome.

I can't take the chance
on coming out here.

Silky's probably got Max
on my tail right now.

Oh, that moron can't follow
a conversation with a printed sheet.

Come on, I rubbed two men together and
built a nice cozy fire in the living room.

- Pack your things.
- What do you think you're doing?

I'm putting you on a plane
to Havana.

You're not gonna spoil
a perfect fix now.

I'm not gonna spoil anything.

You can play all the little games
you want with that war widow.

She's business, I'm pleasure.

Your kind of pleasure
comes too high.

Now put this on and shut up.

I'm not going to Havana, Rick.

You're going to Havana
if you have to walk all the way.

Where do you think you're going?

There's a telephone booth
down at the filling station.

I'd like to get a look at Silky's face
when I tell him you sent for me.

- You're bluffing.
- Come down and listen.

Will you try and be a good girl
if I let you stick around?

I always try, Rick.

That's my goal,
to be worthy of you.

Rick.

Get in, Silky wants to see you.

Why?

I'll give you one guess.

How's your headache, Rick?

I needed some fresh air.

I took a drive.

It was a big drive.

Three hours, Max says.

- Was a big headache.
- Now we're three.

I thought maybe you saw Tory.

Max picked me up. Ask him.

I don't have my own boys tailed.

We work on the honor system here.

Tory's somewhere in town.

Who sent for her?

I'm getting awful sick
of this, Silky.

I'm not gaining any weight
over it either.

I shipped Tory to Havana.

She winds up in Mission City.

- Who sent for her, Rick?
- How should I know?

I told you before,
I'm not interested in Tory.

- Take it easy, Rick.
- Why should I?

I'm out here trying to line up something
big, and he takes a chance on messing it up

because he's got a crush
on some cheap... on Tory.

Rick's telling the truth.

- Maybe I'm wrong.
- Yeah, maybe you are.

How did she know
where we were going?

I dropped breadcrumbs
all the way out here.

All right, Rick.

Forget it.

Sometimes, she drives me crazy.

How are you getting along
with Deb Clark?

Great, till you busted in.

I said I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna write
it on the blackboard a hundred times.

Seen the girl twice,
once with her father.

We start looking
at property tomorrow.

Fast work.

But don't sacrifice
quality for speed.

Make sure she buys
the most expensive property in town.

This is a big deal, Rick.

If you can put it across, we may
even make enough money to go honest.

I'm walking on clouds already.

Now if you don't mind, I'd like
to go home and sleep on 'em.

- Give me a lift, Duke.
- All right.

Rick...

No hard feelings about Tory.

I trust you.

She's your girl, Silky.

Start tailing him, Max.

He's a dirty liar.

Silky can't see straight
when he's got Tory on his mind.

You seem to have
the same kind of trouble.

I'm sick and tired
of the whole two-bit setup.

How'd you like
to break with Silky?

You think you're smart enough
to operate without him?

What do you think?

You're not so smart, Rick.

You're just lucky.

Yeah.

I'm Mrs. Clark. I believe
Mr. McNulty is expecting me.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Clark,
you may go right in.

Thank you.

- Well, Deb, how are you?
- Fine, thank you, Mr. McNulty.

Your father called me
about the memorial.

I think it's a great idea,
great idea.

Mr. McNulty,
this is Mr. Stewart.

I've heard about this young man.

Everybody in town knows
that Jim Clark's old buddy

has come back to pay us a visit.

Oh, Deb, here are some pictures
of the estate, look them over.

Say, did you know my nephew,
Bob McNulty?

- He was in Jim's outfit also.
- Bob McNulty?

Yeah. Oh, you probably
didn't know him by name.

- Everyone called him "Fisheye."
- Oh, Fisheye.

- Yeah.
- Sure, I knew him.

But Jim wrote me that Fisheye
had been transferred to another outfit.

I didn't mean
I knew him personally.

Ever do any soldiering,
Mr. McNulty?

Paris, 1917.

530th Headquarters Company.

Then you know what it means to be in combat
week after week, month after month,

tired, wet, lonely.

You get to know a lot of people
you never even met.

You read the other fellow's mail
when you don't get any

and you talk for hours
about his family and friends.

Jim talked so much about Fisheye
that I felt I knew him a lot better

than most people
I really do know.

I understand.

- Have you got any water?
- Of course, son.

There's a cooler
in the outer office.

Thank you. Excuse me, Deb,
I'll be right back.

Let me guess, you have
trouble with the cops.

Oh?

The way you look at me,
feels like you're breaking a law.

My name is Madeline.

Is that the only thing
worth to remember?

Now it's your turn to guess.

- You're from New York.
- How did you know?

You've got Fifth Avenue
written all over you.

How are things in Mission City?

The undertakers are having
a whale of a time.

You sound bitter.
What drove you out here?

I read a slogan in a subway once,
"Go West, young man."

So I went.

But I haven't been able to find
any young men who did.

It looks like I came
along just in time, hm?

Well, don't stay too long.

This weather is like dope.

We've got people here that have been
trying to get away for 50 years

and they haven't the willpower
to break the habit.

We must have
a long talk sometime.

That sounds real promising.

Oh, Rick, Mr. McNulty's going
to drive us out to see some places.

- Fine.
- I'll be gone

for about an hour, Ms. Tabley,
keep an eye on things.

Don't I always, Mr. McNulty?

Now this place
seems to be ideal.

I should say it is.

Easy to convert and plenty
of room to expand later.

- What's the price?
- A hundred thousand dollars.

Oh, it really isn't out of line
when you consider

the place has a swimming pool,
stables, tennis court.

- What do you think, Rick?
- I don't know, Deb.

I realize this is the most expensive
piece of property we have.

If you care to look
at something cheaper...

Why don't we look the place
over again, give it a fair chance?

Good idea, you two run along.

- I'll sit here and rest.
- We won't be long.

Take your time,
this bench was built for me.

- Ooh.
- Tired?

Now I know what
an obstacle course feels like.

Kids would love it.

Oh, so do I, Rick.

But don't you think
it's a little too expensive?

You know, Deb, people
sometimes save on the wrong things.

For instance, a woman will do
all her own washing

and then go out and spend
a week's salary on a silly-looking hat.

Oh, I haven't got
a business head, Rick.

I just want to do what's best.

I'm no expert either.

I think this is what
Jim would've picked.

Here, look at it this way.

Here's your house, basement
for showers and locker rooms.

A hundred yards back of that
can be tennis courts.

And directly behind that,
there's an open space here

that could be converted
into a baseball diamond.

And, then, of course, there's your woods
for barbecues and campfires.

Can't beat that kind
of planning, Deb.

The architect was God.

That's a very beautiful
thought, Rick.

We better get back.

Santa Claus is waiting.

You mean Mr. McNulty.

Well, he does look a little bit
like Old St. Nick, don't you think?

Maybe he is.

He's just given us
a beautiful present.

Rick, I'm going to ask him
to hold the estate for us.

Now wait a minute, Deb.

Don't make a decision
on my account.

I'm a funny guy,
I even like broccoli.

Oh, it's exactly what we want.

I'm convinced of it now.

But the price,
a hundred thousand dollars...

It'll take a lot
of contributions.

There are a lot of women
in this town, Rick,

who'd rather help kids
than buy silly little hats.

Oh, it's been a wonderful day.

It should have been,
it's the last day of the year.

Say, Deb, I've got an idea.

Let's go out
and celebrate tonight.

Oh, I don't know, Rick.

It's been so long since I've been out
with anyone except Jim.

You'll have to start
meeting people someday,

if only to get contributions.

You're nice, Rick.

I'm the second-nicest guy you ever met.

Hi there, Rick.

- Deb will be down in a minute.
- Fine.

This is quite a collection.

Deb's idea.

Funny, the sharpshooter's medal
was lost in the mail

while Jim was still in the States.

Deb almost got sick about it,

although it's really
the least important of them all.

Sure, they give those
away in popcorn boxes.

- Cigar?
- No thanks.

You've been a marvelous
influence on Deb, Rick.

Getting her to go out, do things again.

Oh, I just gave her a little start.

She'll be coasting along on her own soon.

With the blueprint for a gymnasium in
one hand and a blank check in the other.

I only hope she doesn't finish building
that youth center before I get back.

I want to be on hand
for the opening ceremonies.

- You're going away?
- Tonight.

Just for a few days, business.

- Where is everybody?
- In here, darling!

- You like it?
- Would I like a million dollars?

- You look lovely.
- Oh, thank you, darling.

- Happy New Year.
- Thanks.

- Have a good time.
- We will.

Thank you, sir.

- Happy New Year!
- Shut up, Horace, it's too early.

- Horace, lend me your glasses.
- Huh?

Oh.

- Good evening.
- Rick Stewart.

Yes, Mr. Stewart, this way please.

Isn't that Deb Clark?

I don't know, you got my glasses.

Excuse us, kids.

Horace and I will be right back.

Come on, angel.

Deb, darling, I haven't seen you in ages.

Peggy, Horace, hello.

It's wonderful to have you back.

If you've been in hiding with this,
I can't say I blame you a bit.

Oh, this is Mr. Stewart,
Mr. and Mrs. Sherman.

- Oh, Mr. Stewart, Jim's friend?
- Yes.

- How do you do?
- Hello.

- Horace, say hello.
- Hello.

Jim and I used to play football together,
Stanford, '38.

What a ball player he was, what a guy!

Horace, shut up.

You look different without Jim.

Of course,
you look a little like Jim.

- Hey, let me have my glasses back.
- Excuse us, please.

- Deb promised me this dance.
- Sure.

Can't you learn to keep
your big mouth shut?

What did I say?

I'm sorry, Rick.

You must think I'm silly, but if it
weren't for those constant reminders, I...

Yes, I know, it's always that way.

But it's not their fault, it's yours.

Hm?

Well, it's all a matter of perspective.

They remind you of Jim and the
times you had, the friends you made,

and you let it get you down.

I can't see it that way myself.

What do you mean?

These memories that are
making you so miserable,

they were happy ones, weren't they?

And you're changing
them into something else.

Why not save them
like you did Jim's medals

and let them enrich your life
instead of embittering it?

Just like my Uncle Zeke,
always misplacing things.

Thank you.

Did I ever tell you about my Uncle Zeke?

Well, he was a wealthy old cattleman
but absent-minded as sin.

One day he found a
piece of rope in his hand.

He scratched his head
and looked at me and said,

"I've either found a piece of rope
or lost a horse."

You never told me
much about yourself, Rick.

There's not much to tell.

You spoke of some kind of business.

My uncle's, not mine.

He has cattle interests
all over the country

and I just kind of wander around
and keep an eye on them.

I can't seem to settle down.

That's the disease of our times.

Or our generation.

How about that dance now?

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year, Deb.

Happy New Year, Rick.

Want to buy a watch?

Family heirloom.

Real diamonds in it too.

Well, I declare,
every time I put that thing down,

it turns up some place else.

Hey, where'd you get that outfit?

Oh, I knocked it off on my sewing machine.

The first thing you know,
you'll be giving this place so much class,

we'll have to raise the rent.

How was Deb tonight?

It's a new year, she's a new girl.

You're a real tonic, Rick.

- Good night, Charlie.
- Good night.

Hey, Rick, I almost forgot.

Just after you left, a package came for you
from the drugstore.

Oh, thank you, some bromide.

Another headache, huh?

Nope, same one all over again.

'Night.

Happy New Year, you heel.

Mabel. Vermont. 81099.

- Well, you remembered.
- How could I forget?

Anybody wanna buy some old gold?

Polish the counter clear
down at the other end, dear.

- Who's she?
- Just an outraged woman

who's going to cut your throat if she
catches you flirting with her husband again.

Beat it, before I call the cops.

Say something sweet, angel.

You may have a brain, Tory, but you must
have rented it out to a medical student.

Thought you were gonna stay home.

As long as there are men like you
around, dear, girls will always leave home.

Why didn't you see me last night?

- I was busy.
- Busy, busy, busy.

I'm getting pretty
tired of this, sonny boy.

While you were traipsing around
with goody two-shoes last night,

I was celebrating the new year
by reading a book,

a big, fat, boring book
about big, fat, boring people.

Do you think I was having a good time?

No, you look like you're in mourning!

- What's this?
- A present for the girl.

A medal.

What did she do to earn it?

It's part of the play.

I hope falling for that girl
isn't part of the play too, Rick.

Don't be silly, Tory.

I wouldn't give her five minutes of my time
if I didn't have to.

Who are you kidding?

The only babe you wouldn't make a play for
is a bearded lady.

You stupid little twist.

Here I am beating my brains out
with a bunch of corny characters

trying to make enough money to break with
Silky and you keep gumming up the works.

I'm sorry, Rick.

What can I do to help you?

Stay away from me.

I mean, besides the impossible.

I want that medal engraved JDC.

I'll drop by your place for dinner
tomorrow night and pick it up.

Come early, I need somebody strong
to help me mash the potatoes.

- And don't let anybody see you.
- Don't be silly.

Who would notice little inconspicuous me?

- Did you read that case in the paper last week?
- What case?

Where the jealous wife
cut out the girlfriend's heart

and served it to her husband for breakfast?

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

May I introduce myself, Don Wilson.

This is the part of the program
where I'm supposed to pick your pockets

for a very worthy cause, the Milk Fund.

Milk for babies to grow up big and strong
and play in the Rose Bowl.

We were going to auction off
the Rose Bowl itself,

but it's just a little bit too large
to get on our stage here.

So we decided on the next best thing,
the Rose Bowl football.

Now, what are my bids?

- What are my bids?
- Two-fifty.

Two-fifty's been bid,
do I hear three hundred?

- How about three hundred dollars?
- I'll make it three hundred.

Three hundred has been bid,
now how about five hundred?

- Who'll make it five hundred?
- Oh, I hope somebody does.

- This is our favorite charity.
- Aw, come on now.

Somebody dig deep down in his heart
and come up with $500 for the Milk Fund.

Three hundred's been bid,
who'll make it five hundred?

- Five hundred.
- You've heard the bid, ladies and gentlemen, $500.

How about 750, 750?

If there are no other bids right now,
it's going once for $500,

twice for $500,

and the third and last time for $500.

Will the gentlemen in the rear
please come up to our stage?

Right up this way, thank you.

Oh, thank you very much.

There you are.

Give it to the kids at the YA, will you?

Oh, they'll love it, they'll love it.

Thanks a great deal, thank you.

Oh, you shouldn't have done it, Rick.

Five hundred dollars is a lot of money.

I can afford it, Uncle
Zeke's got a lot of cattle.

- Dance?
- I'd love to.

- Let's go to the bar.
- All right.

Perry, isn't that Walter Vanderline?

- Van, you old son of a gun.
- Perry Carson.

- Patricia.
- Hello!

- This is a surprise.
- I haven't seen you in ages.

- What are you doing in this neck of the woods?
- Rose Bowl game.

I wouldn't have missed it
for all the bathing beauties in Miami.

Patricia, you don't look a day over 18.

You haven't changed a bit yourself.

You're still the biggest liar in town.

Yes, and I'm still the
best dancer in the world.

- May I?
- Why, of course, Van.

- How long will you be with us, Van?
- No more than a couple of weeks.

I got stung in a bad business deal in Miami

and I have to go to New York
to raise some cash.

Oh!

Can I cut in?

Later, son, we just met.

- Do you believe in impulses?
- Occasionally.

Let's take a spin up to Skyview.

You amaze me, Mr. Stewart.

Sometimes I amaze myself.

This is the California I heard about.

Beautiful women lounging
around swimming pools.

You're interested in beautiful women,
aren't you, Rick?

I saw you looking at that woman
in the real estate office.

On the contrary,
she was looking at me.

Haven't you noticed I have
one brown eye and one blue one?

Rick.

Ever since I was a little girl,

I always thought if I tried hard enough,

I could look behind my reflection.

What did you think you'd see?

Dormitories, baseball diamonds, gymnasiums.

Rick, do you believe in impulses?

Occasionally.

I want to build the youth center myself.

Well, you are in a sense, Deb.

No, I mean more than just helping
to build it with other people's money.

I want to build it all by myself
with my own money.

That's ridiculous.

I mean, it's too expensive for one person.

Oh, I can afford it.

My mother left me some money when she died.

Do you think it's right
to hog the whole glory for yourself

just because it's a war memorial for Jim?

I don't know what you mean.

Well, this youth center,
it's bigger than Jim.

It's going to mean something
pretty wonderful for a lot of people

and they might like to feel
that they had a part in helping it along.

Oh, well after it's all built,
there'll be so much to add.

Well, they can help then.

It's just that I want to move on
and not have to wait for contributions.

Did you ask your father about this?

No, but I'm sure he'll approve of the idea.

Well, after you've finished,
send me a picture of the place.

Rick.

You're not planning to leave now, are you?

- No reason to hang around any longer.
- But there is.

There'll be so much
planning and figuring to do,

and you're so good at that sort of thing.

Oh, can't you manage to stay on?

Well, at least until everything
is finally worked out?

I don't know, Deb.

It's been such fun sharing things
with someone again, Rick.

I...

I'll think about it.

Did you check with the desk?

I see.

No definite date, huh?

All right, Max, call it a day.

Looks like Vanderline's
gonna be around for a while.

That's what I thought.

When do we clear town?

Soon as we get some dough.

But the fix is off, Silky.

I told you, Deb wants to do the whole thing
with her own money.

It's a one-way deal
from her purse to McNulty's safe.

We couldn't make a nickel out of that
with a four-cent start.

You give up too easily, Rick.

Remember the pitch Benny Hawkins made
on that sanitarium in Chicago?

It's perfect for this.

Short and sweet,
and we can be out of town

before Vanderline has a chance
to get the wrinkles out of his clothes.

I don't think Deb would go for it.

Well, you've talked
her into everything else.

You'll talk her into this.

Oh, sure, I could probably sell her
the Brooklyn Bridge too

if it hadn't been sold before.

- What's eating you?
- Nothing's eating me.

I don't like the play, it's too risky.

Makin' a hundred grand always is.

Or have you found something
more practical than money?

What is it?

Have you gone soft on that dame?

Don't be silly.

I should've known.

New Year's Eve, you
were falling all over her.

You wouldn't know love from a heartburn.

- That was part of the play.
- And fleecing her is the other part.

- What's holding you back?
- Give him a break, Silky.

- He's never let us down yet.
- Don't front for me, Duke.

If he doesn't trust me,
he can get himself another boy.

Get this straight, Rick.

I spent a lot of money on this fix.

We'll take what we can get.

You're going through with it, hot or cold.

You've got no lease on my blood supply.

I'll quit any time I feel like it.

- Maybe you'd like now.
- I didn't say that.

But you meant it.

I never liked you, Rick.

I only kept you around
because I thought you were smart,

but in this racket, you're not very smart
when you start falling for a girl

instead of a bankroll.

You may be the slickest talker in the world

but you won't be able to
fool Deb Clark very long.

When she hears about your background,
what are you gonna tell her?

That you never went to Harvard?

That your old man was a two-bit thief

who taught you how to roll a drunk
when you were 10?

Or are you gonna tell her
that you never made an honest living?

You're good short-changing the butcher,

cheating at cards,
selling phony oil wells.

It won't work, Rick.

In six months, you'll be back
begging for a handout.

When do we start?

Tomorrow.

Max will make the phone call.

He'll louse it up.

I got a girl staked out in the real estate
office who thinks I stepped out a dream.

Good boy, Rick.

I want you to handle
the other half of the play, Duke.

How're you gonna get
McNulty out of the way?

It'll be a cinch.

He'll be in Arcadia
showing me some property.

Well, here we go again.

You're late, New York.

What do you mean?

I gave you three minutes
to put on your face and get over here

after I passed your office.

- It's taken you four.
- Two Manhattans.

- You oughta patent this approach.
- Angry?

I was when I thought you'd forgotten me.

But it wasn't very likely, was it?

You probably have girls
hidden in safety deposit boxes

all over the country.

Only in the larger cities.

How'd you like to clear out of this town?

How would you like to find out
your rich uncle just died?

I'm leaving for New
York in a couple of days.

I thought you might like to be there
to greet me.

I haven't enough car fare
to get to the airport.

That's too bad,
because if you did,

you'd have a free ride
clear to LaGuardia Field.

What's the catch?

Just make a little phone call for me.

Sounds phony already.

It isn't, but what if it were?

I want 10 percent of whatever you make.

You'll get half.

We're together.

I'll think about it.

While you're thinking,
remember Mission City

for the rest of your life.

What plane do I catch?

9:30 tonight.

I'll follow you in a couple of days.

You won't let me down, will you?

If I do, it'll be nice and easy.

Hello, Mrs. Clark?

This is Madeline Talbert
of the McNulty Realty Company.

Yes, Mr. McNulty's secretary.

Something came up, and I thought it best
to get in touch with you immediately.

One of our out-of-town
salesmen, Mr. Swanson,

just arrived in town with a client
who wants to close a deal on Skyview.

Yes, I know Mr. McNulty promised
to hold it for you, Mrs. Clark.

Yes, but you see,
Mr. McNulty's out of town.

He won't be back until late tomorrow,

and this client says he'll only wait
until 9:30 in the morning.

He has to make the 10:00 train.

Well, suppose I send Mr. Swanson
over to see you?

Yes, he's in the office right now.

Fine. He'll be over in about half an hour.

Happy landings.

Hello?

Oh yes, Deb.

Tonight?

Well, what's the idea
of them rushing into buying tonight?

Oh.

Well, I just didn't like the idea
of them pushing you into anything.

All right, I'll be right over.

Don't do anything till I get there.

Bye.

- Hello, Rick.
- Hello, Deb.

- Mr. Swanson's already here.
- Fine.

Deb, uh, let me do the talking, will you?

Mr. Swanson, this is Mr. Stewart.

- Glad to meet you, sir.
- Hello.

- Won't you sit down?
- Thank you.

I abhor the idea of rushing people
into a thing like this, but...

as a matter of fact,
this sale is very important to me.

As I was explaining to Mrs. Clark,

this is the first big deal I've handled since
I started working with Mr. McNulty, and...

I realize that, Mr. Swanson,
but don't you think you could give us

a couple more days to think it over?

Well, uh, I wish I could say yes,

but this other client is ready to close.

I don't think I could take the chance.

Rick, it's exactly what we want;
We've already made up our minds.

Deb, I tried to explain to you last night
why I thought you shouldn't buy Skyview

with your own money.

But I'm afraid I didn't tell you
the most important reason.

I don't understand, Rick.
What's the reason?

Well, it's this way.

Your father's in politics.

If you buy Skyview,

there'd be a lot of people
who'd say it was just a stunt

to drum up votes for the next election.

Oh no, Rick!

I don't want this to sound
as if I were interfering, but...

couldn't you buy the place on the QT,
so to speak?

Not if the check is made out
to the McNulty Real Estate office.

Well, I could make the check out to cash,
couldn't I?

I suppose so.

Well then, who said
I didn't have a business head?

Fine. I'll be at your house
tomorrow at 8:30

to pick up the check.

Then I'll have the contracts drawn up

and you can put them and the cash
into escrow.

Rick, why can't you do all that for me?

I'll make out the check tonight,

then you and Mr. Swanson can take it
down to the bank in the morning

and do the whole thing.

I don't like to carry a check of that size
around with me, Deb.

Well, I'll make it out to you, then,

and you can endorse it
when you get down there.

I guess that'll be all right.

Hello?

Oh, this is Mrs. Clark speaking.

Would you read it to me, please?

Oh, I see. Thank you.

Oh, it's a telegram from Dad.

He'll be back tomorrow.

Oh, just one more thing, Mrs. Clark.

You'd better call the bank in the morning
and tell them to verify this check.

There might be some question
over a check this size.

Oh, I'll take care of it.

Hope this doesn't get you into trouble
with your other client, Mr. Swanson.

Oh, it doesn't matter, Mr. Stewart;
There's a client born every minute.

Well, I'd better be going now.

- Good night, Mr. Swanson.
- Good night, Mrs. Clark.

- Good night, Mr. Stewart.
- Good night.

I better run along too, Deb.

I'll see you to the door, Rick.

Come in, we're open all night.

- Is everything cold?
- Dinner is.

I'm burning up.

Listen, if this is the only time
that dame can spare you,

she can have you.

Get your suitcase.

Are you taking the food home with you?

Boys and I are leaving
for Chicago tomorrow,

I thought you might like to follow.

What happened to the fix?

Fix is in.

A hundred grand!

Oh, Rick, I'd love you
if it were only half the amount.

What'd you do,
hypnotize the girl?

She trusted me.

Just a wide-eyed kid
who couldn't tell a beggar from a burglar.

You sound sorry.

At these prices, why should I be?

I don't know.

Rick, let's cash the check
and walk out on Silky.

Don't be a fool.

We'll send him a real nice present
next Christmas.

If you could buy a cheap horse,

you'd rent your mother out
as Lady Godiva.

Is that so?

Well, I just decided for both of us.

I'll get that check if I have
to turn you upside down!

You dropped your keys in the hall.

I called, but you'd driven away.

I followed you,
I thought you might need them.

Deb.

Deb!

You don't have to get destructive.

Shut up.

You just cost us a hundred grand.

- Don't blame it on me.
- I said shut up!

What'll I tell Silky now?

Why tell him anything?
Just cash the check.

Deb has to verify the check
at the bank first.

After what she saw tonight,

she wouldn't trust me
with a bent slug.

Why don't you tell her
that you found me outside

and I had too much to drink
and you were bringing me in?

Deb's not a moron.

Well, that's your opinion
because she's nuts about you.

She is not nuts about me.

Oh no? Then why was she making
like a soap opera?

She thinks I'm her husband's pal,

and she can't believe
her husband's pal would be

any less of a tin god than he was.

Well, then it's simple.

Why don't you tell her
that I was her husband's girlfriend?

I inherited you, huh?

No, you hate me, don't you see?

I came to town to shake her down
and you found out about it,

- so you...
- No, no.

Why not?
The husband's dead, isn't he?

How can she prove
I wasn't his girlfriend?

Deb wouldn't go for it.

I told you, Jim was a tin god.

Oh, she can't be that naive.

Yes, she can be that naive,
naive and corny.

The kind of a girl who'd save
all his medals in a showcase

and grieve over a stinking
two-bit sharpshooter's badge

lost in the mail.

But you wouldn't understand that.

What's the matter, Rick?

You afraid if we disillusion
the poor little girl, she'll die?

Maybe she would.

Well, shop around
for a good organist.

Something tells me you're stuck
on that social ice pick.

You're crazy, Tory.

I am? Convince me.

Now, don't get any more silly ideas.

I'm going home to try and figure out
a new angle on this deal,

and let me do it my way, will ya?

Sure, Rick, we'll do it your way.

Hello?

Yeah, Charlie.

Who is it?

I'll be right down.

Where?

In the gym.

- Hello.
- Hello.

That's Mr. Walker.

There was a basketball game last night.

I hope we won.

Rick, why didn't you tell me
about that girl?

I just didn't.

I wish you had.

I know everything now anyway.

This arrived by messenger
a few moments ago,

along with this note.

"Dear Mrs. Clark."

Jim wasn't perfect,

but in his league,
90 percent was failing.

He gave me this medal
when he was stationed in the East.

I'm sure now that he's dead,

he would prefer that you had it.

I was going to use it
to blackmail you,

but your friend, Rick Stewart,
spanked the idea out of me.

You must have seen it yourself
when you walked in on us.

"Good luck. Tory Hayward."

- That stupid...
- Don't, Rick!

They're lies, Deb.

Cheap, rotten lies.

She wasn't Jim's girl, she's mine.

You don't have to lie for him, Rick.

Oh, I know what you're thinking,

that this will make me think less of him,

but you're wrong.

I'm glad Rick, honestly I am.

Because all the time
we've been together,

I've been fighting myself,

telling myself it wasn't right
to fall in love again.

But I did,

and it feels so good to say it, Rick.

I love you, I love you!

I'm not going through with it, Duke.

I'm walking out.

What do you mean,
you're walking out?

What is it, too early in the morning
to make $100,000?

I'm getting married.

- Anyone we know?
- Deb.

I thought so.

It was a nice day.

I didn't plan it, Duke.

- It just happened.
- Doesn't it always?

What about the check?

I'll explain to Deb later.

Sorry, Duke.

That's all right.

I just didn't know there was
that much love left in the world.

Silky's not going to like this.

Silky's not gonna know,
if you'll help me.

Haven't I just given you
my share of $100,000?

Isn't that enough?

When Silky calls, stall him.

Tell him the fix is off
until tomorrow.

That'll give me a chance to clear town.

You have as much chance of survival
as a fan dancer with a broken arm.

Where you going,
to the Belgian Congo?

Catch a train this afternoon for Frisco,

we'll be married there
and board the clipper for Honolulu.

What about Tory?

She can go back
and ruin Silky's life.

You really think it'll work, Rick?

I'll make it work.

Well, when they make you
assistant city manager,

let me know.

I may want to look you up
for a fix someday.

How do you like
my new shade of lipstick?

I was in the beauty parlor.

I saw the car
and I needed a lift home.

I'll drop you by a cab stand.

In a hurry?

We're clearing out of town.

Rich or honest?

The whole deal went sour,
thanks to you.

That little letter of yours
and the medal broke her up so badly,

she cancelled the war memorial.

You're kidding, Rick.

I told you to let me handle it my way.

Anyway, Silky's plenty hot at me
for curdling the fix.

Might have to start
being a good boy for a while.

Meaning?

Meaning I won't be seeing you.

You can drive me home first.

We'll have a nice, long chat.

I haven't got much time,
my train leaves at 4:05.

That gives us exactly an hour
to say goodbye in.

Sorry to be so abrupt, Tory,
but I have to get right back.

Natch!

Goodbye, Rick.

Tory!

Gimme those keys!

Gimme those keys.

Not a drink in the house
and I buy bread.

I want those keys, Tory.

You're wonderful when you're mad,

you're so full of adrenaline.

I'm warning you.

Come and get 'em,
I love being trapped.

I don't wanna play games.

You sure, Rick?
Let's play true confessions.

You wanna make one?

Hand them over, Tory.

Sure I will, in Chicago,

although I've always liked
Honolulu better.

It's such a wonderful place
for a honeymoon.

I was in the beauty shop
when the bride came in.

She wants to come to you
freshly waved.

All right, Tory,
you've had your laughs.

Now, gimme those keys.

Who's that?

Hang around. This is gonna be
more fun than laughing.

Come in.

- Rick!
- Deb, what are you doing here?

- I sent for her.
- I could kill you, Tory.

- Rick, what's the matter?
- Nothing's the matter, honey,

I just called you over
for a little heart-to-heart talk.

Would you be embarrassed
if we talked about you?

Deb, get outta here.
I'll meet you at the car.

Don't be impolite!

I just started talking.

Lemme tell you a few things about Rick
every young bride should know.

Put that gun down, Tory.

You don't know how to play rough.

A few tears in your eyes
and you think you can get any man

you wave a wet handkerchief at.

But you don't fool me for a minute
with that phony war widow act.

You cheap...

Deb!

She just bumped her head.

Maybe it knocked some brains in it.

Just look at her, Rick,
don't handle her.

I think I still remember
how to use one of these things.

Let me see,
there's four bullets in here,

in case you're stubborn
after the first one.

Or is it five? It's such a long time
since I murdered my mother.

You're crazy, Tory,
put down the gun.

Give me a reason.

We can settle this
some other way.

I'll settle for marriage, will you?

Use your head, Tory,
you can have Silky.

If I wanted Silky,

I could a married him
a long time ago.

Oh no, Rick,
I gave up everything for you.

You're not gonna run out on me now.

We both come from
the same kind of jungle.

It's either you and me
or nothing at all.

Okay, baby. You win.

It's you and me.

All the way?

All the way.

To Honolulu and back.

How 'bout a kiss, Mrs. Stewart?

That was certainly a fast honeymoon.

Don't bother to get up.

We won't be a minute.

It was an accident.

Yeah. The cars drive
awful fast through here.

What'd you do,
knock the Clark dame cold too?

Tory wasn't any good, Silky.

I liked her.

Listen, Silky, listen to me.

Listen to you? That's an idea.

Max, how would you like to hear
a first-class grifter

talk his way out of a spot?

Think of the drama.

He's got three minutes
before his chest lights up.

Three shots for a dime.

Go ahead, Rick.

You idiot.

Listen to how it's done, Max.

That's finesse.

You're so used
to second-rate thinking,

you wouldn't know something big
if it came along.

You wanna take over this town?

You wanna frame the Clark girl?

Right under your stupid nose
is the biggest frame of all, murder.

But you got a grudge.

The world isn't full enough of dames,

you gotta be stuck on a dead one
and throw away a city.

You pin a murder rap
on the Clark dame

and you got this joint
set up for a lifetime.

Why would the girl wanna kill Tory?

It's a little difficult to think
under these conditions.

You got another 30 seconds.
What's the motive?

Blackmail.

Tory was Jim's girlfriend
while he was in the Army.

He wrote her some letters.

She threatened to let
the whole town in on it

unless Deb paid off.

Deb tried to stop her.

There was an argument
and she was killed.

What happens when the girl wakes up?

She could say it was an accident.

I saw it.

It was murder.

It'll work.

Get up.

There's a phone down at the gas station.

I'll call Owens and get him out here.

I'll walk down with you.

Take care of the gun, Max.

I'll get some change.

Thanks.

Operator, get me Sycamore 9-8102.

Hello, Mr. Owens, this is Rick.

Look, something terrible just happened.

No, I can't tell you about it
over the phone.

It's about Deb.

Meet me right away
at Ocean Drive, 2265.

Right.

It's all set.

Don't wait too long,
but don't make it look phony either.

I'll handle her.

You just come through
with your end.

What happened, Rick?

You'd better come inside.

Deb.

Deb!

She'll be all right,
she tripped running out.

Running out?

Yeah. She didn't know
what she was doing.

She just dropped the gun and ran.

Rick, is she dead?

Yeah. The woman was blackmailing Deb.

I suppose we should've told you.

She was Jim's girlfriend
while he was in the Army.

She threatened to start a scandal
unless Deb paid off.

Rick, what are we going to do?

We'll think of something.

Sorry. We didn't know anybody was here.

Hey, what's going on?

- Who are you?
- Private investigators.

This is the one we've been after.

But I guess we're a little too late.

Who's the other dame?

My daughter.

She's out cold.

She kill her?

We just got here ourselves.

- Have you called the cops?
- Not yet.

- You better call 'em.
- But we don't know what happened!

- They'll find out.
- Wait a minute.

What did you want the other girl for?

Blackmail. Every kind in the books.

Well, Deb never hurt anybody
in her life.

What I mean is,
this could all be a big mistake,

but if you call the police,
they'd be sure to arrest her.

- There's no other way.
- There must be another way.

If that girl's a blackmailer,

she must have had
dozens of enemies.

Any one of 'em could've done it.

Are you implying
that this girl was framed?

Why not? With that kind
of circumstantial evidence,

she wouldn't stand a chance.

If you could just
forget you ever saw us...

That's suppressing evidence.

Give us a break.
We'll get the girl out of the way.

No one'll ever know.

But we'd be accessories.

Mr. Owens is city manager.

I'm sure he'd cover for you.

I'll do anything to keep my daughter
from having to go through this.

Will you help us?

You're putting us in a
tough spot, Mr. Owens.

If we did, I'd have to have
some sort of guarantee

that you'd stick by us.

I'd make it worth your while.

Ohh...

Deb.

Dad!

Deb, you all right?

Oh, I... I think so.

Dad, that girl... did I...

Don't get excited, Deb.

Things are gonna be all right.

But the gun went off,
I heard it!

Now, Deb, please.

Rick! Did I kill her, did I...
I can't remember, I...

Take it easy, miss,
nothing's going to happen to you.

No, no, I couldn't have.

Rick, tell me the truth.

Did I kill her? Did I?

No.

It was an accident.

She shot herself.

This whole thing's a frame.

We're a bunch of grifters,
high-class con men.

- Why you...
- Grab him!

Mr. Owens!

- Did you call us?
- No!

He's the one that told me to call you.

Better phone the morgue, Higgins,
take them all down to the station.

I'll prefer charges later.

Him too?

Yeah. Him too.

Wait a minute.

It wouldn't work, Deb.

Just cross this week
out of your life.

Forget it ever happened.

Oh, Rick, I can't.

He never belonged in this business
in the first place.