All language subtitles for Black.Angel.1946.720p.BluRay.x264-PSYCHD-HI

(Woman) Flo?

- Where's my white scarf?
- Right here.

Why don't you keep my things
where I can find them?

(Doorbell buzzes)

- See who that is.
- Yes, Miss Marlowe.

It was a messenger boy.

If that's all, I'll be right back
after the last show.

Put on some soft music
before you go.

- Have a good time.
- Thank you.

(Record player)
♪ I've much to regret

♪ Finding your arms
so thrilling

♪ And finding myself
too willing

♪ So what do I get? ♪

Must you play that song?

But you sing it so beautifully
on the record, Miss Marlowe.

When I want your opinion,
I'll ask you for it!

(Door closes)

(Telephone ringing)

(Ringing continues)

Doorman.

- This is Miss Marlowe.
- 'Oh, yes, Miss Marlowe.'

If Mr Blair comes here tonight,
I don't wish to see him, now or ever.

I'll take care of it, Miss Marlowe.

- Who do you wish to see, please?
- Miss Marlowe.

- Tell her Martin Blair.
- I'm sorry.

Miss Marlowe left instructions
she doesn't want to see you.

She'll see me.
She's my wife.

It's our anniversary.

That isn't what she just told me.

She doesn't want to see you,
now or ever.

Now don't blame me.
I just work here.

Come on.

Good evening, sir.

Miss Marlowe.
She's expecting me.

Yes, sir.

Got a match?

(Siren wailing)

Looks like your friend's
headed for a beaut this time.

Yeah, thanks for calling.

I thought for a minute that ambulance
might have been for him.

He ain't that bad... yet.

I'd better get him over
to the hotel.

Why do you bother
with a stew like that?

I kinda like the guy.
That's all.

He sure can play a piano.

(Applause)

Marty. Marty!

- Hello, Joe.
- Come on, Marty.

I'm all right.
I'm all right.

Yeah, yeah.

All right, all right.

What is it, anyhow?
That Marlowe woman again?

Why don't you get wise to yourself,
Marty, and forget about her?

- Were you ever in love?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

When is he gonna learn you can't drink it
as fast as they make it?

Well, it's his stomach.

(Record player)
♪ A heartbreak

♪ I try to pretend

♪ Saying that I don't mind it

♪ But everyone knows
behind it

♪ I'm trying to mend

♪ A heartbreak

♪ That's what you get
when you set love so high

♪ I gave it a try

- ♪ Then kissed it goodbye...
- Mavis?

♪ They say you love
and you learn

♪ Maybe I learned
the wrong way

♪ Or maybe I took the long way
to the moon

♪ It ended so soon

♪ With heartbreak ♪

(Lighter continues clicking)

(Song ends)

(♪ Song restarts)

♪ I've much to regret

♪ Finding your arms
so thrilling

- ♪ And finding myself so willing...
- (Glass breaking)

♪ So what do I get?

♪ A heartbreak

- ♪ I try to pretend...
- Mavis!

♪ Saying that I don't mind it

♪ But everyone knows
behind it

♪ I'm trying to mend

♪ A heartbreak

♪ That's what you get
when you set love so high

♪ I gave it a try

♪ Then kissed it goodbye

♪ They say you love
and you learn

♪ Maybe I learned
the wrong way

♪ Or maybe I took the long way
to the moon

♪ It ended so soon

♪ With heartbreak

♪ I've much to regret

♪ Finding your arms
so thrilling

♪ And finding myself too... ♪

(Turns record player off)

(Thud)

(Handle turning)

Mr Bennett.

- You Mrs Bennett?
- Yes.

- Your husband at home?
- No, but I expect him any minute.

Mind if we come in?

(♪ Orchestral music
playing on radio)

What is this?
What do you want?

Any idea where your husband
might be, Mrs Bennett?

What does this mean?
Who are you?

We're from the police.

Has anything happened?
He's been hurt?

There's been an accident.

Take it easy, Mrs Bennett.
There's been no accident.

Well, then what is it? My husband said
he had some business to attend to.

I'm Captain Flood,
Homicide Division.

Homicide?

There's been a murder...
woman by the name of Marlowe.

Marlowe.

That was the business
your husband was attending to.

No.

Yeah, he was there.

The maid saw him
and recognized him.

He was trying
to get away unobserved.

(Turns radio off)

And he'd been there before too,
Mrs Bennett.

- Kirk didn't do it.
- I admire your loyalty, but...

- We've been waitin' for you, Bennett.
- I've been walking the streets.

- I was going to phone you.
- (Flood) Sure.

Now we're going down
to headquarters for a talk.

Why didn't you use this?
You sensitive to loud noises?

- "MM"?
- I didn't kill her.

(Flood) Then you got nothing
to worry about. Shall we go?

- Kirk.
- Don't worry.

I can explain everything.

Still if I were you, Mrs Bennett,
I'd get myself a good lawyer.

She was blackmailing you,
wasn't she?

All right, she was blackmailing me.
I've told you that.

You might as well
admit the rest, then.

Wouldn't let you off the hook,
would she?

I didn't kill her.

That record
she was playin', "Heartbreak".

- Must have meant a lot to you once.
- I never heard the thing before.

- Funny she was playing it for you.
- She wasn't playing it for me!

"Better call on me, sonny boy,
or else."

- Or else she'd tell your wife.
- I didn't want to have my wife hurt.

So you went to Marlowe's apartment
for a showdown.

I couldn't pay her any more.
I... I hoped I could persuade her to...

What? With this?

(Bennett) I-I never intended
to use it, I...

- I only wanted to scare her.
- (Flood) You scared her, all right.

She had her own little automatic
ready just in case.

She pulled it on you.
You grabbed it.

Your fingerprints
were all over it, Bennett.

There was a struggle.
You grabbed hold of the scarf...

- And didn't let go.
- Do I have to deny it all over again?

The maid seeing you
was a tough break, Bennett.

- If you'd listen to me about that brooch.
- (Flood) We listened.

You're asking us to believe
in an awful choosy robber.

Yeah, one who overlooked
five grand in cash and a mink coat.

All he took was a heart-shaped brooch
and a woman's life.

- You won't even try to find it?
- (Flood) We'll try.

Maybe there was such a brooch.

Maybe you took it yourself
after you strangled her.

You can keep this up all night,
but you'll only get one answer.

I didn't kill her.

Somebody did.

You better sleep on it, Bennett.

We're holding you for the murder
of Mavis Marlowe.

If only I could
do something.

You've done all you could, darling.
You've been wonderful.

- Especially after...
- Please, Kirk.

You're my husband.
I'll always stand by you.

You know that.

The jury, they did seem
to believe you, didn't they?

- I'm not so sure.
- Well, the foreman seemed for us.

He'll win the others over, I'm sure.
Even if they...

(Guard) Jury is coming in.

- They really had it in for him that time.
- Yes, it was a tight corner.

Yes. He just keeps up
those easy cases.

(Murmuring)

- Give me the city desk.
- Clancy?

- This is Kelly.
- City desk.

Bennett's guilty.

The jury just brought in
the verdict. Guilty.

I know how you feel.
Believe me, we've checked everything.

You've overlooked something
because Kirk didn't kill Mavis Marlowe.

You've got to keep trying!

We're three months behind
on unsolved homicides now.

You know, Mrs Bennett,

you'd think the people in this town
would have something better to do

than figuring out ways
to get rid of each other.

The whole thing may seem
very humorous to you.

I'm sorry.
Your husband's been convicted.

The case is closed,
out of my hands.

And unless new evidence is discovered,
it's gonna stay closed.

Thank you.

Hello? Uh... I've been trying
to get some information

about a woman
who used to do extra work.

They told me that you
might be able to help me.

(Man) That Mavis Marlowe
was plain poison.

(Woman #1) You're telling me?

Treated that poor Marty Blair
like dirt

and after he wrote
that beautiful song for her.

"Heartbreak".

(Woman #2) The dope married her,
didn't he?

You know what I said to myself
when I heard she'd been cooled off?

I said to myself,

"Marty Blair finally
caught up with her

"and wrung her neck!"

Pardon me,
but I-I couldn't help overhearing.

That's all right, honey.
Sit down.

Thank you.

You see,
I'm Mrs Kirk Bennett,

and I heard you talking about
a man named Marty Blair.

Do you know
where I could find him?

- Look, I got to get back on the set!
- Me too.

Oh! I'm stuck.

(Woman #1 grunting)

You really wanna know
where you can find Marty Blair?

Oh, please, so very much!

Well, you might try AI's Place
on Iris Way, near Western.

If he's there, you can tell him
by the song "Heartbreak".

- He's always playing it.
- Oh, thank you.

Well, I have to get back, I'm late.
See you later.

Excuse me.

You'll find him right across the street
at the Palace.

But if I was you, I wouldn't bother him
this early in the morning.

- Not unless it's important.
- Oh, but it is, very. Thank you.

Right through that door there, lady.

- I'm looking for the clerk.
- I haven't seen him. Anything I can do?

Does a man named Marty Blair
live here?

Who? Oh, Heartbreak!

- What do you want of him?
- I wanna talk to him.

Well, I wouldn't disturb him
if I was you.

- He likes to sleep late.
- Oh, please. Uh... this is... important.

- Which is his room?
- Right there.

(Chuckling) He had a bad night.

Bolt. Bolt.

Marty? Marty Blair?

- What do you want?
- I want to talk to you about Mavis.

I don't know anything...
about anything.

Get out of here, will ya?

No, please. You've got to help me.
I have to know.

She's dead.
That's all there is to know.

- But wait, I...
- What are you bothering me for?

I'm... Mrs Kirk Bennett.

Mrs Kirk Bennett.

So you're the one
he left sitting at home.

Some guys are never satisfied.

- I had to see you.
- Why?

Because I had a wife
who needed killing,

and you had a husband
who took care of it?

She didn't give you
a very fair deal, did she?

You weren't exactly dealt
a handful of aces.

And stop feeling sorry for me.
I don't go for that stuff.

Feeling pretty sorry for yourself,
aren't you?

I've been on one,
if that's what you mean.

- Ever since...
- Ever since?

The night she was killed,
when I saw your husband go in.

- You were there?
- Yeah. Outside.

And you didn't go in?

Not a chance.

I was given the brush-off
by a very large doorman.

So, I found a saloon,

and then another,

and I kept on finding them.

Please, you've got to tell me more
about her, who her friends were,

who might have been
in her apartment.

Why don't you ask the police
or your husband?

He seemed to know the password.

Please, no one else can help me.
You're the only one.

I don't know anything
about anything.

I suppose you don't even know
why she was playing your song.

I don't know any...

- My song?
- "Heartbreak", that night.

She was playing it.

Uh-uh. No, she wouldn't.

Not "Heartbreak".
You're crazy.

Maybe.

Maybe someone else
was playing it for her.

Maybe you!

Don't give me that!
I told you I didn't see her.

It was your song.
You were playing it just before you...

You've got it all figured out,
haven't you?

You were in her apartment,
why don't you admit it?

- You strangled her.
- Hey! What's going on in here?

She's Bennett's wife.

We were talking,
but we've finished.

- No, we haven't.
- Forget it.

- I won't. Not until I...
- Now take it easy.

Marty was right here in this room
when his wife was killed.

I'm the one told him about it.
I'd heard it on the two o'clock news.

Two o'clock! He had plenty of time
to get back here.

She was killed between midnight
and 12:30.

Come here.

See that bolt? It was locked
when you came in, wasn't it?

- Yes, but what's that got to do with...
- Plenty.

I always lock it
when he's on a real tear.

He was on one that night,
and I locked him in,

a good two hours
before the murder.

He's in the clear, Mrs Bennett.
Ask the police, they'll tell you.

The police?
You mean they were here?

(Joe) Sure.
They're not stupid, you know?

Then I... I see
I've made a mistake.

Please forgive me, I...
I was grabbing at anything.

I'm dreadfully sorry.

I thought I told you
to stop feeling sorry for me.

I seemed to have said
all the wrong things.

Yeah.

Most women do.

I wish there was something
I could do to help him.

Maybe... maybe some clean linen
and a shave.

- Here. Would you give this to him?
- Not me, lady.

He has pride.
I have a glass jaw.

- Did you have anything to do with this?
- Not me, pal.

It was all her idea.
She thought you might want a shave.

(Buzzing)

I don't need this.
Thanks, anyway.

- But...
- I do all right. They still buy my songs.

Won't you come in?

Please do.

Well...

You know, it took a lot of courage
for you to come down there.

- I guess I was a little rough on ya.
- I'm afraid I asked for it.

You see, I needed help.
I still do.

Yeah. It's tough.

If I could do anything...
but I don't know.

- Won't you sit down?
- Thanks.

I wish I knew more about her.
What she was like.

Where'd you get this?

Music store
in Hollywood Boulevard.

You see, when I found out
she was playing it that night...

I've been thinking about that too...
ever since you told me.

- Do you play?
- No, no. Kirk played and I'd sing.

At least we did
when we were first married.

Hmm.

- He didn't do it.
- Knocking yourself out, aren't you?

Trying to help a guy
who let you down.

He's in trouble.

He doesn't look like a murderer,
does he?

They never do.

- This isn't the man I saw.
- Are you sure?

Yes.

There was someone else there
that night.

Of course there was.
Kirk heard someone.

But I took it for granted that the man
going in was your husband.

It must have been the murderer,
the man who stole the brooch.

- Brooch?
- Yes.

I brought him to see you, dear,
because he's interested in that brooch.

I thought you ought
to describe it to him.

Well, it was an odd
sort of piece.

Heart-shaped?
Made of rubies?

- You've seen it?
- I gave it to her when we were married.

It was the only thing she left behind
when she walked out.

But it was there that night,
Kirk saw it.

It was our anniversary.

I just sent it to her by a messenger,
hoping she'd remember.

She'd have been alive today
if she hadn't brushed me off.

If you think I did it,
you're wrong.

You'd, er... recognize
this other man you saw?

Oh, yes, I'll recognize him.

And I'll know that brooch anywhere.

(Ringing)

And here's a last minute bulletin:

the State Supreme Court has sustained
the sentence of Kirk Bennett,

convicted for the murder
of Mavis Marlowe.

He moves to the death house today.

This is George Mitchell
from Hollywood.

They sent me his things...

...as if he were already dead.

I gave it to him
for his birthday.

Won't even work.

They even included that.

- It's hers.
- No, it isn't.

She had a double M
on everything.

- That looks like a phone number.
- It's in her handwriting.

Crestview 2111.

Does that mean
anything to you?

Not a thing.
There's one way to find out.

Oh, it's over there.

(Telephone ringing)

Rio's.

Where is it?
On the Sunset Strip.

(Line clicks)

You know what he did, Mr Marko?
He hung up.

- You know what I'd do in your place?
- No.

I'd hang up too.

(♪ Band playing waltz)

- What'll it be?
- A Coke, please.

- And yours?
- Make it two.

(Music stops)

It's a pretty big haystack
for one little needle.

Hey, you. This goes
to Mr Marko's private office.

- Sorry, just looking for the phone.
- It's right over there.

- Thanks a lot.
- It's all right.

Could that be
the man you saw?

I can't tell from here.
Shall we dance over?

(♪ Band playing waltz)

Do you wanna go back?

Let's keep looking.
I like it.

The one coming down the stairs.

Check, please.

Who's the gentleman
you were just talking with?

Mr Marko.
Owns the place.

Would you happen to know

how often Mr Marko changes the talent
in his floor show?

He has auditions
every Monday afternoon...

...for professionals.

Mr Marko is going to have company
starting Monday.

- Professionals.
- What do you mean?

Carver and Martin.

Relax, Cathy.
Don't forget I put Mavis over.

You've worked hard,
and you're gonna do all right. So relax.

- Suppose somebody recognizes me.
- Oh, stop worrying.

- Good? No?
- No.

Then why do you
waste your time listening?

Well, I'm a dreamer. Someday I hope
I'll pick up something good... cheap.

But that's not it.

- That's enough, thank you.
- That's enough, thank you.

Carver and Martin, you're next.

That's us.

Thank you.

(♪ Playing the piano)

♪ I wanna be talked about

- ♪ I don't care what they say...
- (Clattering)

♪ Go bandy my name about

♪ In the end it's bound to pay

♪ You're in the swing
when nothing daunts you

♪ Once you're in demand
the whole world wants you...

- (Clattering)
- ♪ Long as I'm a big sensation... ♪

(Stops playing)

Tell 'em you can't compete
with busboys, and make it strong.

I'm sorry, but those busboys...
I can't compete with them.

(Whirring and clattering continue)

Don't you hear?
Keep quiet.

Yeah! Keep quiet.

Hey, that goes for you too.

(Whirring stops)

All right, madam.
Go ahead.

♪ I wanna be talked about

♪ I don't care what they say

♪ Go bandy my name about

♪ In the end it's bound to pay

♪ You're in the swing
when nothing daunts you

♪ Once you're in demand
the whole world wants you

♪ Long as I'm a big sensation

♪ I can get along
on my reputation

♪ I wanna be talked about

♪ That suits me to a T

♪ Cos I'll have nothing
to squawk about

♪ As long as
they talk about me

♪ Sticks and stones
won't break my bones

♪ And names
will bring me fame

♪ A man in the hand
is worth two in the arms

♪ Of some other dame

- ♪ I wanna be talked about...
- Don't you know it's not polite to stare?

- ♪ It suits me to a T...
- I've seen her somewhere.

- It's still not polite.
- ♪...nothing to squawk about

♪ As long as they talk, talk,
talk, talk, talk about me ♪

Tell 'em to come over.

- Mr Marko, I think...
- Now, look.

I don't slug,
and you don't think.

- Is that a deal?
- Yeah.

Now will you tell 'em
to come over?

Mr Marko wants to see you.

(♪ Banjo playing)

Your name is Miss, er...

Carver, Catherine Carver,
and this is my partner, Jack Martin.

- How do you do?
- Nice to know you.

Oh, these artists.
I hate them.

Make so much noise.
Let's go up to my office.

Oh, what relief!

Joe, I'll be right with you.

Sit down.

I liked your performance.
Very nice.

- Thank you.
- Very nice too.

Incidentally, er...
I write all of Miss Carver's material.

Well, naturally.

Thank you.

- Where was your last engagement?
- Seattle.

Pardon me, please.

- How much have you been getting?
- Two hundred.

Two hundred!

But, of course,
we might take a little less

for the opportunity of working here.

Huh? Take less?
No, no, that won't be necessary.

I was just wondering
why two artists as talented as you are

should ask so little.

Funny I haven't seen you before.
Well, shall we say two hundred a week?

All right?

After that, who knows?

- How are ya, Professor?
- Good morning, Mr Marko.

(♪ Whistling)

(Stops whistling)

I brought you some flowers, Cathy.

Thank you, Marty.

Where do you keep, er...
something to put 'em in?

Oh, a vase.

Here we are.

(Water running)

They're lovely.

I thought they might kinda...
brighten up the place a little.

Thank you.

(♪ Playing the piano)

- Do you like it, Cathy?
- Love it.

Read the words.

"Time will tell

"how much you mean.

"Will love keep growing?

"Time will tell.

"There seems to be
no way of knowing."

I wrote it for you.

"Here's my heart.

"It's yours... to keep."

"Till stars of evening
cease to burn."

They're beautiful words.

- Marty.
- (Stops playing)

Thanks for everything
you've done for me.

You haven't exactly
kicked me in the face, you know.

- Cathy?
- Yes?

If we find the brooch
and Kirk is cleared...

- We'll find it.
- Sure.

You've stuck by him.

Then when he gets out of all this,
you won't owe him a thing.

Let's go through it once.
Shall we, Marty?

Sure.

(♪ Playing the piano)

♪ Time will tell

♪ How much you mean

♪ Will love keep growing?

♪ Time will tell

♪ There seems to be

♪ No way of knowing

♪ Though I try

♪ I know well

♪ By and by

♪ Time will tell

♪ Here's my heart

♪ It's yours to keep

♪ Till stars of evening
cease to burn

♪ To have, to hold

♪ Will you give your heart
in return?

♪ And while
I'm in your spell

♪ Will I love wisely

♪ Or too well?

♪ Who can say?

♪ Time will tell ♪

(Applause)

- Wonderful.
- Thank you.

Martinis, please.

Freddie, how about a drink?

Two Cokes coming up.

Say, I see you made
Mitchell's column this morning.

- No!
- Mm-hmm.

"What Sunset Strip cafe operator
heretofore billed as a woman-hater

"is belying his billing and cooing
at the spot's new thrush?"

Where does he get such drivel?

Freddie, do you mind?
This is kinda private.

Oh, not at all.

I phoned it to him.

You what?

I was hoping to get closer
to that safe.

That's the hard way, isn't it?

I have to get into it, Marty,
no matter how.

Mr Marko wants to see you.

- Me?
- Right now.

You wouldn't know
what this is about, would you?

You better go up
to his office.

(Marko) No, no, no, Mitchell.
I'm not complaining about the story.

You know I love to be in your column,
but why didn't you use my name?

Who wants to be a puzzle?

Hello, Catherine.
Come in.

Oh, nothing.

Huh? By the way, er...
who tipped you off?

Oh, anonymous lady.

Another puzzle, huh?

Thank you very much, George.
I'll be seeing you.

Sometimes I... I find myself
surrounded by puzzles.

- Lucky said you wanted to talk to me.
- Uh-huh.

Come here.

Something that might
interest you.

Why don't you open it?

- It's lovely.
- It is?

Then it's yours.

Don't worry.
It's my business to clip people

so why shouldn't I give a clip
to somebody I like?

Any reason
why you shouldn't accept it?

Oh, Martin.

I thought your association
was strictly professional.

Yes, we're...
we're just partners.

That's good.

Mmm... look.
Isn't it nice?

Thank you, Mr Marko.

Oh, I forgot.

I'm so careless.

And now, here's really something.

I've been saving it
for a very special occasion.

- Good evening, Mr Mitchell.
- Hello, Freddie.

Haven't been in lately.

Well, I've been taking in
some of the new spots.

Mm-hmm. This is Jack Martin,
of Carver and Martin.

- This is Mr George Mitchell, Jack.
- Happy to know you.

- Hi.
- What'll it be? The usual?

Yeah.

(♪ Band playing Dixieland)

- (Music stops)
- (Applause)

Say, er... who's the doll
with Marko?

Miss Carver, my partner.

Ooh! So that's the girl.

Here you are, Mr Mitchell.
House.

Thanks.
Cheers, Freddie.

Nice meeting you.

(♪ Band playing swing)

- Hello, Mr Mitchell.
- How are you, Charles?

- Hi, Marko.
- Why, hello. Won't you join us?

Thanks.

Miss Carver, may I present the most
harmless man in town, George Mitchell.

Oh, the columnist.
How do you do?

I do all right. Tell me,
haven't I seen you somewhere?

- Seattle?
- No.

Well, I'm afraid not. This is my first
engagement in Los Angeles.

My mistake and hard luck.

Say, I dropped in to see
if you'd like to go to the Bowl tonight.

- I've got a couple of tickets.
- What's on? Shostakovich, isn't it?

The seventh. Good exercise
for your musical appreciation.

Yes, very tempting,
but thank you just the same.

OK. Some other time.

Why don't you go?
It'll do you good.

I'll be here when you get back.

Sure. Maybe I can dream up
a nice plug for her

and, of course, for Rio's.

Huh, who am I to turn down
free advertising?

Perhaps an evening with Shostakovich
might prove very... enlightening, huh?

- (Music stops)
- (Applause)

Be a good girl, Catherine.

- Where'd they go?
- To the Bowl.

- Good.
- Marty, that columnist was at the trial.

He might have recognized me.

We've got to risk that, Cathy.
This looks like the ideal moment.

- What's the combination?
- No, Marty. That's my job.

If anyone's gonna stick their neck out
from now on, it's going to be me.

You can't, Marty. You go on
for dinner music in a minute.

- That can wait.
- No, Marty!

(Sighs)

Well, I'll keep an eye on him.

If he starts up these stairs, I'll segue
into "Moonlight Sonata", right?

Thanks.

(♪ Playing the piano)

Well, tell him to come at once.
It's very important.

Thank you.

(Freddie) Lucky.

- I was just having a sandwich.
- Yeah? Look.

(Marty stops playing)

(♪ Playing "Moonlight Sonata")

(Door closes)

(Cathy gasps)

So this is why you wanted me
to go to the concert...

...Mrs Bennett.

George Mitchell told you.

What do you take me for,
a sucker?

I knew it.
Knew it all the time.

(Chuckles)

All right.
Where are they?

You know what I mean.

The box and the letter.
I want them.

- If you knew who I was, why did you...
- Look, Catherine, I liked you.

And if Mrs Kirk Bennett wants to make
a new start, that's her business.

Great respect for that.

But unfortunately,
I'm a very suspicious man.

Why do you think I laid that little trap
and let you see the combination?

Simple, isn't it?

Now may I have the box
and the letter?

Remember, Catherine,
you promised me to be a good girl.

Let me out of here.

That's entirely up to you...
and Lucky.

Let me go. Let me go!

(Cathy screams)

Go ahead, scream.
No one can hear you.

Wastepaper... basket.

Oh?

All right.
That's enough, Lucky.

Oh, I came in too soon.

You didn't have time to open it?

- But you know what's in it.
- Yes.

- Mavis tell your husband?
- (Door opens and closes)

(Marty) I'll ask the questions
from here, Marko.

Oh, Marty,
I couldn't get the box open.

Marty.

Unlock it, Marko.

All right, how much hush money
do you want?

- Open that box.
- What's your price?

- Our price is what's in the box.
- I can take him.

- It might be interesting if you tried.
- I wouldn't.

I thought you'd never get here.

What did you people
wanna fool with Marko for?

- He's got an alibi.
- His alibi means nothing.

Take a look in this box.

What's in it, Marko?

Nothing of any interest
to you whatsoever.

I'll be the judge of that.
Better open it.

You realize, Flood,
that this is quite illegal.

I agree. Open it.

- Who's this?
- It's my daughter.

- Are you kiddin'?
- You don't have to read it.

It's only her birth certificate.

Oh! It was your daughter
who married...

(Marko) That doesn't concern you
or anybody else!

And listen, Flood,
I want nobody to know

that she's the daughter of a man
who served time.

You understand?

Sure.

All right.

Mavis was the only one
who did know.

(Flood) And you tried to shut her up
with that five thousand?

Yeah. As it turned out,
I could have saved the money.

Yeah.

Satisfied?

No ruby brooch.

You've just gotta play detective,
don't you?

Do I go around playin' piano?

- He was there. Marty saw him.
- Sure he did. So did I.

That's where I picked him up,
at 10:45,

more than an hour
before the murder.

I just wanted to have
a little chat with him

about a suddenly dead
ex-partner of his.

Didn't know anything about that,
did you, Marko?

You let me go, didn't you?

Mavis wasn't killed until after 12:00.
He had plenty of time.

No, he didn't.
I was still talking to him

when the phone call
came into headquarters.

You mean we...

All this time...

...just wasted.

Let her cry it out.

Cathy?

- I've gotta talk to you.
- Marty, please.

But I've got to.
It's important.

Nothing's important anymore.

Well, that's just what I wanted
to talk to you about.

He's gonna die, Marty.

Kirk's gonna die.

You did all you could.
So did I.

I even convinced myself
he was innocent.

He is.

I won't give up
until that brooch is found.

It won't be found.

Can't you see?

He took it himself
and destroyed it.

It was never meant
to be found.

Do you believe that?

You gotta face it, Cathy.

He killed her.

They were two of a kind,
Mavis and Kirk.

Don't let him do this to you.
You gotta go on.

I can't.

I just can't.

That's what I thought once...
until you came along.

I needed someone.

I still do.

We both need someone.

We need each other, Cathy.

Please don't.

I knew
from the very beginning

that you were
everything I wanted

and everything I'd missed.

It has to be you and me, Cathy.

Marty, I can't.

There's only been one man.

There can only be
one man... ever.

You don't mean that.

I should have told you before.

I just couldn't bear
to have you hurt like that again.

Very considerate.

I'm sorry.

Whiskey.

(Radio) 'The citrus growers
are very concerned about the situation

'and feel something
should be done immediately.

'In Sacramento, the faith of the bill
was in doubt for some time.

'However, after a bitter debate
on the floor,

'it was rejected by the legislature
by a vote of 49 to 40.

'San Quentin prison. Mrs Kirk Bennett
arrived by plane tonight

'to say goodbye to her husband,
who dies in the gas chamber

'at ten o'clock tomorrow morning
for the murder of Mavis Marlowe,

'the night club singer
who was found dead by strangulation

'in her apartment,
in the exclusive Wilshire House.

'And now a few baseball scores.

'The San Francisco Seals took
the Hollywood Stars into camp today

'by a score of eight to five.'

Well, hello!

Where have you
been keeping yourself?

Remember me?
I'm Milly.

Milly?

I know.
You need a drink.

Two bourbons, George.

Where did you get that?

Why, you gave it to me.

- I gave it to you?
- Sure. Months ago.

Came in here stinko, pinned it
on my dress with your own little hands.

- Hey! That's mine!
- Are you trying to start something?

Who are you shoving?

(Woman screams)

(Man) Come on, take it easy.
Break it up!

(Muted dialogue)

(Man) Break it up!

(Siren wailing)

I'm all right, I tell you.
I'm all right.

You're all right.

- (Babbling)
- Get the straightjacket.

I'm all right. No!

Get his arm in there
if you can.

(Milly) 'Why, you gave it to me.
Sure. Months ago.

'Why, you gave it to me.
Sure. Months ago.

'Why, you gave it to me.
Sure. Months ago.

'Why, you gave it to me.
Sure. Months ago.

'Why, you gave it to me.
Sure. Months ago.'

'You want out, Heartbreak?

'I'll let you out for a quarter.
A quarter.

'Where's my quarter, Heartbreak?
You always give me a quarter.

'A quarter.'

(Panting)

(Door opens)

- Feeling better?
- I'm all right.

That's fine.

Doctor, I've gotta talk to you.

In the morning you can talk
all you like.

In the morning would be too late.
He'll be dead. He's innocent, Doctor.

(Doctor) A little rest is all you need.

Don't give me that hypo, please.
I want you to call the police.

Yes, yes.
In the morning.

But you don't understand!
I killed Mavis Marlowe!

Now, don't let your imagination
get the better of you.

I know what I'm saying.

The man who killed Mavis Marlowe
has been convicted.

They've got the wrong man.
I was her husband. I-I strangled her.

It all came back to me
just now.

I'd forgotten because I was drunk
when it happened,

because I wanted to forget,
but tonight I relived it.

You've gotta believe me, Doctor.

Oh... that's possible.

Korsakoff's psychosis,
it's called.

It's a kind of alcoholic amnesia.

I can prove it.
Just let me talk to Captain Flood.

He knows me.
Let me talk to him, please!

All right, you can talk to him.

Get me Captain Flood.
Homicide Division, please.

Homicide.
Sergeant Baker.

This is the County Hospital.
Doctor Courtney speaking.

I wanna talk
with Captain Flood.

Well, I'm sorry, he's out on a case.
Anything I can do?

We have a man here who insists
he killed the Marlowe woman.

- 'Yeah? What's his name?'
- Martin Blair.

'Oh, that screwball.
We checked on him.

'You better lock him up
and then throw the key away.'

- Sorry to have bothered you.
- Tell him to have Captain Flood call!

- You better get some sleep.
- Come along.

You said you'd let me talk
with Captain Flood!

- You can talk to him in the morning.
- But you said...

- You've got to.
- Here. Put your coat on.

Doctor, wait a minute.
Look, I...

I found it.
The brooch.

- Here.
- I'll take care of it.

Quick, Doctor!

Cathy?

- 'Operator.'
- Police Department.

'What's your number, please?'

Hollywood 7-1-2-4-6.

- (Officer) 'Police Department.'
- Homicide. Captain Flood.

'Homicide Division.
Sergeant Baker speaking.'

- Is Captain Flood there?
- 'No, he's not. Who's this?'

- Where can I reach him?
- 'I don't know. Can I help you?'

Will you ask him to call Mrs Bennett?
Mrs Kirk Bennett.

Hollywood 7-1-2-4-6.

'Hollywood 7-1-2-4-6.
I'll tell him.'

Thank you.

(Water running)

(Telephone ringing)

(Ringing continues)

Marty.

Why did you...?

You found it.
Who had it, Marty, who?

Marty, wake up.
It's me.

- Marty! Marty!
- No!

Please, Marty, you've got to tell me.
There's so little time.

I phoned as soon as I got your message,
but nobody answered.

I couldn't get here till now.

- What's been goin' on?
- He found the brooch.

Turn it over.

Where'd you get this?

From the woman I gave it to...
after I killed my wife.

You know what this means,
don't you?

But before we go into it,

you better call someone
about Bennett.

I told you you had the wrong man.
Remember?

Yeah. Yeah, I remember.

Long distance.

Captain Flood, Homicide, calling.

Get me Governor's mansion,
in Sacramento.

Hurry it up. It's urgent.

Oh, Marty.

Don't be unhappy, Cathy.
I'm not.

Carver and Martin.

It was a good team...

...while it lasted.

(Flood) Hello?

I've gotta talk to the Governor.

Well, I'm afraid
you'll have to wake him then.