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Howard?

Yes.

Let me in.

Just a minute.

Have you been going through my desk?

Your desk? I never go through your desk, darling.

Why did you have the door locked?

I wasn't expecting the pleasure of a visit.

Howard, I'm not used to being...

Locked out in your own home, I know.

It's your house, your roof, your bedroom.

I just sleep here, my apologies.

You're an ingrate, Howard, and weak.

I'll pity you after I get my divorce.

And when may I ask will that be?

I'm starting it next week.

Happy thought.

Why a fire on an afternoon like this?

What were you burning?

Old love letters.

Charlotte? Helen?

Fools.

They're too smart to write.

Incidentally, thanks for not stopping my bank account.

At least I could buy a plane ticket to Seattle.

That's why I left it.

Of course.

Gives your new boyfriend much more latitude.

Who is he, by the way?

When did you pick him up?

Three years of misery too late.

Good night, angel,

and don't forget to change your will.

You'd hate yourself on your little pink cloud

if you accidentally left anything to me.

Police department.

Lieutenant Cullen, homicide division.

Homicide, Detective Cullen.

Lieutenant Cullen?

No, no, no. Lieutenant Cullen's busy right now.

This is his brother.

Oh!

Who's calling?

Well...

What'd the chief say?

Well?

Go on.

I'm saddled with you.

Maybe you shouldn't have sold him

on taking me off Market Street.

I've got you as of now.

That's your desk you're sitting on.

You got one week for your honeymoon, starting Tuesday.

The chief hopes I can teach you something. I doubt it.

So do I. We've never agreed on anything yet.

At least, we'll be figuring a case from two different angles.

Here.

For me?

Open it.

One of mine?

Janet wanted one of your baby shoes like mom had fixed.

We'll put them both on the mantle.

Thanks, Ed.

There's a lot of Market Street mileage on these.

I'm gonna rest my dogs for a year.

Rest them on your honeymoon.

You'll get plenty of legwork when you get back.

Oh, a gal called you a minute ago.

Who?

I don't know. She hung up.

What'd she say?

Nothing.

Wouldn't be the one, would it?

What one?

The one that's been under your skin the past few months.

Look, Ed, I know it's none of my business.

You've always played your women pretty close to the vest.

But why don't you find a girl that's good for you,

like Janet is for me? Settle down.

Reforming me?

Fat chance.

This one's good for me.

She's no good, but that's the way it is.

All right, you don't have to tell me her name.

- See you later. - Right.

- Hello. - Hello.

Oh, Ed, I've been trying to reach you.

You know you're not supposed to call me here.

Ed, I've got to see you.

Come right over, hurry.

Why, to have a drink with your husband?

Oh, no, no, no. He's gone to the airport.

He's flying to Seattle.

Listen to me: he's bought a gun.

He's planning to kill me, I know it.

There can't be any other reason.

Wait a minute. You don't make sense.

He's gone to Seattle, but he's gonna kill you?

He is.

He's never had anything to do with guns before.

I can't find it, but there was an

inspection slip on the floor, in his room.

He must've burned the wrappings.

He had the door locked.

Please, Ed.

Please.

Okay, I'll be over as soon as I can.

Hey!

You with the blue coupe.

Hi, Janet.

What happened?

You got a week, starting Tuesday.

Wonderful.

What would Andy and I do without you?

You'll find out.

- See ya. - Ed.

Stop ducking every time I try to thank you.

With that new salary, now we can have an apartment.

What were you gonna do with the mug before?

Bed him down in your studio?

Keep him in the closet.

Come on, celebrate with us, ham and eggs.

Sorry, I've got some business.

Blonde or brunette?

Hiya, beautiful!

What's that?

Have you been playing Santa Claus again?

Something for the living room.

You can put flowers in it.

See ya, Ed.

Hi.

How's my working gal?

Happy.

I like Ed.

Well, you're marrying into a mighty fine family.

Part of the plan.

If anything happens to you, I'll have a spare.

Oh, Ed, you took so long.

The servants are out.

I'm alone. I've been so frightened, Ed.

Stop shaking, you're all right.

I found the gun.

He hid it in the closet. I'll show it to you.

Maybe he bought it for me.

That's not all I found.

See this.

There was a letter from my lawyer about a will.

I know he's seen it,

because he put it back in a different place.

He's planning something.

What am I going to do?

First, pour yourself a drink and calm down.

Calm down?

Is it a nice, calm feeling knowing

that someone's plotting to kill you?

When I remember thinking that I was in love with him,

it turns my stomach. Once I believed that he loved me.

Oh, what a fool I am!

He was in love, all right, with money.

My money. He worshiped it.

He adored it.

He loves it so much he's ready to murder to keep it.

It's murder, don't you see?

That's what it is, murder!

You're a big girl now. Cut out the tantrums.

You're the only one who can stop him.

Now, where's that gun?

I'll get it.

Mix us a drink, will you?

There's brandy on the table.

Here it is.

No, Howard, it isn't there. I found it.

Lois, give me that gun.

You did come back to kill me.

With that gun!

Have you gone crazy?

I didn't know what I was doing.

I didn't mean it.

Hospital.

Get him to the hospital.

Two slugs in the chest.

I didn't know what I was doing.

I saw the balcony door open.

What do we do?

I haven't anyone else.

He drove me to it.

Well, you know that, Ed.

Well, you know what he was planning.

He was planning to murder me.

Ed, say something.

Think of something.

You know the truth.

The truth can get you 20 years.

Ed, are you going to arrest me?

Operator.

Operator, get me the Municipal Airport.

Municipal Airport.

United Airlines.

United Airlines.

I'm trying to locate Mr. Howard Frazer

flying tonight to Seattle.

Has he picked up his ticket yet?

Frazer?

No, it's still here.

What time was he leaving?

11:50.

Shall I page him for you?

No, thank you. He's probably still in town.

There's a chance.

You'll help me?

Oh, Ed, you won't get into trouble?

Not if I can get him back to the airport.

Airport?

He set up an alibi for himself that's gonna work for you.

He checked his bag at the airport,

parked his car in the garage,

so that the parking ticket would show

he didn't use it again.

But he got killed and robbed at the airport.

Too bad he didn't stay in the bar

instead of wandering around outside in the dark.

Have enough nerve to help me down to the car with him?

Yeah.

The night watchman, private patrol.

Get my hat and coat.

Get back inside. Take a sedative.

Whatever happens, you don't know. Go to bed.

Hey, wait a minute! There's a third slug.

Don't let anyone in that room

until you found the bullet hole and covered it up.

Now loading at gate number 20.

All aboard, please.

Excuse me, do you know whether we can reach

the main airport buildings this way?

Could you, please, tell me

if we can get to the main buildings this way?

Well, really the manners of some people!

I asked him a civil question.

He might at least have told me he didn't know.

Ernest... Ernest, look!

Look!

Six, 17, 60, 17, one, four, eight.

- Hi, Lieutenant. - Hello, Blair.

On a case or out for another blonde?

You sound like my brother.

Say, I hear the kid's gonna get married.

I'm going to be best man.

What are you doing here?

Looking for green coupes.

Some guy got knocked off at the airport.

Lucky you're driving a blue one.

I could disappoint that blonde.

You wouldn't do that to me, would you?

She comes across with bonded Bourbon.

Beat it, you're holding up traffic!

Howard Frazer, 34, married.

2370 Del Mar.

Driver's license number Z-81976.

Okay, that's it, Bill.

I'll have these checked at the lab for prints.

Send me four copies of the report, will you?

- Sure, Cullen. - Oh, doc, doc.

Just a couple more questions.

What about time of death?

Not less than two hours ago, not more than four.

An autopsy might make it more exact,

but that's the best I can do right now.

Okay, thanks. Those blood stains on the shirt,

did you notice the way they went in two different directions?

So?

Well, maybe he wasn't killed around here at all.

It's possible.

It probably happened threshing around before he died.

- Disappointed. - No, no, no, no.

Just checking.

You're as bad as your brother.

Thanks for the compliment.

No more questions?

No, no. Not for you, doc.

Baggage from incoming American Airlines flight 67...

Oh, here you are, officer.

I must say we're a little tired of this waiting.

- Aren't we, Ernest? - Yes, indeed, dear.

We have every desire of course

to assist in the workings of justice.

But we do wish they'd work more quickly.

Well, lady, we'll try to hurry them.

Now, Mr. Quimby, can you help us

fix the time a little more exactly?

I mean, when you saw the other car and discovered the body.

Well, let me see now.

I should say it was in the neighborhood of 10 o'clock.

What do you think, Muriel?

Yes, dear.

As a matter of fact, it was exactly 10:00.

You had just looked at your watch.

We were worried about meeting Gladys.

Of course, 10 o'clock it was.

We were to see a friend off,

an old friend of the family's

- a second cousin... - I see, thanks.

Now, can you add anything to your description

of this other car?

Green coupe, you said it was

medium sized, not new.

Unfortunately, I was on the far side, wasn't I, Ernest?

Naturally, all I saw was a dark shape and the headlights.

I'm afraid I can't help much more.

It was just a car, green of course, and a coupe.

Now, I had a green coupe back in 1931.

It was in 1933, dear.

- You see, that was the year... - Yes, yes, thank you.

Now, was there anyone in it, Mr. Quimby, besides the driver?

Well, let me think now.

When I leaned out and asked my civil question...

No, no, I'm sure there was only the driver.

A man it was.

What did he look like?

Well, just a man.

Oh, Ed.

Lieutenant, this is Mr. and Mrs. Quimby.

They saw the...

I know. Go ahead, don't mind me.

Okay, what did he look like, this driver?

Well, he was just a man.

He had a hat.

It was pulled down.

Was there anything else you noticed about him?

Was he big, small?

I really couldn't tell you.

My impression and, mind you, it was only an impression,

was that he could be described as, well, medium.

Wouldn't you say medium was the word?

Well, uh.

Well, I'm sorry.

- You didn't see him. - No.

What about his coloring?

Was he dark would you say, or blonde?

I'm afraid I really couldn't tell you.

I suppose as a guess he could be described as,

well, medium.

The fact is, officer, I really didn't see him at all.

United Airlines flight number 623.

From Chicago and New York, now arriving.

Well, we won't need you and your wife any longer, Mr. Quimby.

Thanks.

If you're sure we can be of no further assistance...

We're only too glad to help, you know.

- Bye. - Good-bye.

So the chief finally caught up with you.

Yep, why don't some of these characters

get knocked off in the daytime?

Well, I think I've covered everything.

Want me to bring you up to date?

No, I got it on the phone.

This fellow...

What's his name?

Frazer, Howard Frazer.

Frazer, was found outside the parking lot,

his wallet near him, empty,

was booked on the 11:50 to Seattle.

Quimby saw a car, which might have been

the guy's that bumped him, right?

No, no, there's more to it than that.

Frazer parked his car here at 7:00.

Now, Doc Munson says the latest he was shot was 10:00.

That makes it three hours he was here at the airport.

I can't figure out what he was doing here all the time.

Eating, having a drink, meeting a dame.

Well, I don't know about dames, but

I checked with the bartender and the head waiter.

Neither of them saw him tonight.

You've been busy.

And how.

Dawson, come in here.

Now, it looks like robbery,

but I can't think why a guy would shoot,

unless Frazer put up a fight.

And he isn't a bit marked up.

Anything else?

Oh, this is the night clerk.

A telephone call for Frazer came in around 9:15.

What was the call about?

Well, the fellow said he was trying to locate Frazer.

He knew he was going to Seattle

and asked if he picked up his ticket.

I told him no.

He asked what flight he was going on and I said the 11:50.

I offered to page him for him, but he said,

"Never mind, if it wasn't till then, he was probably still in town".

Would you recognize the voice if you heard it again?

I might.

Anything unusual about it?

Sort of deep.

Okay, thanks. You can get some sleep.

- Good night. - Good night.

Well, it looks like you covered everything so far.

Let's go on over to Frazer's place.

Maybe someone there can tell us some more.

You phone there yet?

No, no I was waiting for you.

I thought we'd do better

if we could catch them off balance,

if there's anything to learn.

You're learning awfully fast.

I'm still trying to figure out what Frazer

was doing at the airport for three hours.

Why make it tough on us?

What do you mean?

This is your first case, kid.

Don't build yourself up to a letdown.

But I don't get you.

Look, this job's like most of them.

You check leads, run them all down

and you hit the right one.

You've been telling me that for years.

What street, was it? Del Mar?

Yeah.

Well, this is something I'll never get used to.

Some of them cry.

Some of them faint.

There are ones who just look at you.

Well, let's get it over with.

Yeah, I guess breaking the news is kind of rough.

Well, think of Janet and how you'd feel.

You, um...

You wanna skip it this time, kid?

I can handle it for you.

Yeah, thanks.. Are you sure it's okay?

Sure.

Lieutenant Cullen, police department.

I'd like to see Mrs. Frazer.

It's after 1:00.

It's important.

Very well.

Mary?

It's Albert, madam.

Come in.

How long have you been home, Albert?

About half an hour.

There's a Lieutenant Cullen

of the police department to see you.

I didn't want to disturb you.

Police?

Well, see him up here.

Yes, madam.

I can't start by ducking things like this.

Suit yourself.

Mrs. Frazer will see you upstairs.

Wouldn't she rather come down?

She's in her sitting room, sir.

This way.

Come in.

- Mrs. Frazer? - Yes.

I'm Lieutenant Cullen, police department.

This is Detective Cullen.

Why?

What is it?

Is anything wrong?

It's... it's about Mr. Frazer.

I'm sorry to have to break it to you this way.

Your husband was killed tonight at the airport.

The bullet, no trace of it.

Excuse me.

The plane?

No, he was shot.

Shot!

I'm sorry to have to question you like this, but...

That's all right.

If I could be of any help, won't you sit down?

Did you know your husband was going on this trip?

Of course.

He was flying to Seattle.

Salmon fishing, he often does.

Do you know what plane he was taking?

I... I'm not sure.

He left before dinner.

It was still daylight.

What business was your husband in?

He wasn't in business.

Just social life, polo, all that.

Did he have any... any enemies that you know of?

Of course not. Everyone liked Howard.

He was kind, thoughtful.

Oh, I just can't believe it.

I can't believe that anyone

would do a thing like this.

His, uh, wallet was found

near him with no money in it.

But he always carried a lot of money on trips like that.

I often warned him.

Oh, please, where is he?

Could I see him?

He's in the morgue.

The morgue.

Get her on the sofa quick.

No pillows.

Keep her head low.

Feet up.

Is she all right?

Should we get a doctor?

No, no, I told you these things are tough.

- That's it, that's it. - I'm all right.

- Take it easy. - I'm sorry.

Is there anything we can get you?

No, it's just...

Oh, yes, about Howard being robbed.

Well, maybe someone wanted to make it look that way.

Tell me, Mrs. Frazer...

Did your husband mention an appointment

with someone at the airport?

No, he didn't say anything about it to me.

Where does he keep his correspondence?

Well, any letters or anything would be

in his room, across the hall.

Mind if we have a look?

No.

No, no. No need for you to come.

Nice layout.

Balcony out there.

Closet.

Well, he's been burning something.

I wonder what.

Nothing here but some bills and some invitations.

Hey, this lock's been broken.

Looks as if it's been jimmied.

Doesn't look like a professional job, anyway.

That lock on the French door when was it broken?

Oh, uh, it happened last week.

We came home late.

I had forgotten my key.

We didn't want to wake the servants,

so Howard climbed the balcony and broke in.

Well, Mrs. Frazer, that's that.

We ought to apologize again

for putting you through all this,

- But we had to. - I know.

You'll have to come down to the morgue tomorrow.

- Identification. - Yes, of course.

If there's anything else.

If you think of any reason

why Mr. Frazer was at the airport

for three hours, let us know.

- Good night. - Good night.

Good night.

All right, but what does a guy do all that time?

He didn't eat, didn't have a drink,

didn't even buy a magazine.

How did he fill in the time?

Where was he? What did he do?

Take it easy, we'll find out.

Say, I felt sorry for the wife, didn't you?

Uh-huh.

She's sure the type you go for.

Too rich for my blood.

I feel sorry for the man, though.

Hey, suppose...

suppose the body was moved

the way I suggested to Doc Munson.

Then the three hours would be explained.

Better learn one thing.

Never take a case to bed.

Well, you beat Janet to that one.

Look, Ed,

I wouldn't ask, but this is my first time out.

How am I doing?

All right, kid.

Do any better and I'll be out of the job.

Both the bullets are 38-caliber.

I'm not sure, but I'd say the gun had a short barrel.

What about this?

Hmm?

No, it couldn't possibly be that.

Your gun's practically brand new.

There's no record of it in this office.

Well, thanks.

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

Well, that got us nowhere fast.

Why, we know the gun we're looking for.

What do you want? A life-sized picture of the killer?

I wanna find out more about Frazer and Mrs. Frazer.

Why fool around with the gun?

One meet at a time. Keep your coat on.

Check the gun.

You want me to put an ad in the paper?

Very funny. Why don't you get smart and cover the pawnshops?

Well, I thought pawnbroker's were

supposed to report all deals with guns.

They are, but they take their time.

We can't afford to waste any.

Okay, chief.

Hope this guy was dumb enough to hock the thing.

Suppose he kept it or dumped it in the bay,

mailed it to his mother.

Hey, will you keep out of trouble till tomorrow?

I've got to deliver you at the church.

- Hello? - Ed?

Yeah.

Why haven't you called me?

Is everything all right?

I haven't had a chance.

- Who do you want? - Oh, someone's there.

No.

No, this is 8-7.

You've got the wrong number.

Five minutes. Where have you been?

To see Janet.

I thought tonight was supposed to be strictly stag.

Yeah, but I had to ask her something.

We're gonna put off the honeymoon.

Well, that won't be necessary.

You'll only be gone a week.

I can handle things till you get back.

Look, Ed, this is my big chance, a good one.

Maybe it is.

Wanna postpone the wedding too?

No, sir.

Where to, Mrs. Cullen?

We got 14 hours.

Paris?

Rome?

Singapore?

Singapore.

Andy, the signal said stop.

Nothing's stopping us today, baby.

Our first ticket.

28, 2-8 the victim from hit and run.

Let's see your driver's license.

Oh, it's you, Cullen.

Yeah.

I didn't recognize you all dolled up or the car either.

It's my wife's.

Yeah, I heard you were gonna get married.

Lucky guy.

- Congratulations, Mrs. Cullen. - Thank you.

I was talking to your brother

about it the other night on the bridge.

Oh, when was that?

Saturday night.

Oh, so that's where he was.

Yeah, he was headed for Sausalito

with a big smile on his face.

Tell me, did he have a girl with him?

All alone, why?

Well, he's been holding out on me.

Say are you trying to get me

to forget about this ticket?

You're not gonna give us one, are you?

I have to. I know you're floating on air,

but don't try it through intersections.

Okay.

You know, I'm very curious about something.

Me?

No.

No, I know all about you.

I just want to find out where we're going.

Presidio coming up.

Rather go across the bridge?

Santa Rosa?

No.

Seal Rocks. I want to look at the ocean.

All I want is to look at you.

Aren't you tired of that?

Would you rather be checking fingerprints, guns?

Look, Mrs. Cullen,

crime in San Francisco can take a night off.

- Wanted me, Rush? - Yeah.

Your airport killer's on the loose again.

What makes you think so?

You know the Martin liquor store hold up last night?

- Yeah. - Killed the owner.

Put two slugs in him, just like Frazer.

They dug one more out of the wall.

Same gun.

- Did they get the gun? - No.

But all three slugs match the ones out of Frazer.

Have a look.

You can't ask for better odds than that.

The one on the left killed Frazer.

The one on the right, Martin.

Looks like we've got this character for both jobs,

no matter which one we catch him on.

Yeah, if you catch him.

Thanks, thanks a lot, Rush.

Say, did you ever figure out the odds of

no two guns would mark him the same?

You'd hate to count up to it, but millions.

Operator.

Get me the third precinct.

Police department.

Hello, Schneider, Ed Cullen.

That Martin job, who's on it?

Just Olson.

Olson alone, eh?

Well, we're short-handed here too.

But I'm sending someone down to you right away.

Would sure help.

Good. Keep me posted.

Yeah.

Where do you hide out?

Been with Doc Munson, about Frazer's body being moved.

Hey, you know that liquor store shooting last night?

Yeah.

Bullets were out of the same gun that killed Frazer.

That's funny.

What's funny?

Well, it doesn't make sense.

Dream on your own time, will you?

This is a hot lead.

Get down to the third precinct and work with Olson.

Right, but when do I see you?

Later, after I've cleared up a couple of things.

Oh, Ed, what's happened? You're so late. Is anything wrong?

- Nothing's wrong. - Are you still angry?

Angry?

About that phone call.

I will be if you do that again.

From now on, I'll get in touch with you when it's smart.

So don't mess things up.

Are we gonna get away with it?

Well, we've been getting the breaks so far.

The ballistics boys found a new lead on the gun.

You said the gun was in the bay.

It is. I never thought it could happen, but it has.

There are two guns and they match.

I saw the bullets.

Light me a cigarette, will you, darling?

Ed, would you marry me?

You, a cop's wife?

Do you wanna keep on being a policeman?

What else, polo?

I've got a lot of money, Ed.

What's a million or two between friends?

I'm serious.

I just happen to love you.

That goes double.

Then, why doesn't marriage appeal to you?

You tried it twice.

What makes you think it would work this time?

What I did before doesn't prove anything.

I've loved you ever since I've known you.

Yeah, but I know you too well, baby.

You change your mind too fast,

and when you're through, you're through.

I'm just trying to find myself.

To build a new life with somebody else.

That's why I've married twice.

But you, you're afraid.

You look so sure and you sound so...

Easy, baby, watch that temper.

Oh, Ed, let's get away from here.

The South Seas, anywhere.

I'd hate to be stranded in the South Seas.

Do you think I'd ever leave you?

Yeah.

Well, find out anything at the airport?

The parking lot guy said he might have heard the shots

and taken them for airplane motors warming up, backfiring.

Didn't see anyone, though.

Yeah, it looks like we'll getting but nothing out there.

That's your gun.

You sure?

Positive.

Absolutely sure, eh?

Absolutely sure.

A woman pawned it.

Mrs. Capa, 2243 Ocean Front.

Thanks, Rush, this is gonna save me a lot of trouble.

Let's go.

Is this the gun?

It looks like it, but I don't know much about guns.

You took it home, huh?

Wait a minute, John.

Hey, John, John!

Will you please tell this man about the gun,

what you said, please.

Saturday night when I came back with Pietro, the gun was there [in Italian]

He grabbed it and I said: "Pietro, you found it, you take it." [in Italian]

You see?

I got it.

It's all right to go back to my work now?

Not today. Come on.

Where you gonna take me?

Home. Your wife ought to be back by now.

Like I told you by the boat,

it's not there when we go out,

It's there when we come back in the night.

What time did you say it was?

About 11:30.

What does he want? [in Italian]

He's asking about the revolver I brought home [in Italian]

Hey, keep it in English, please.

When I come home, I give the gun to 'mamma'.

Yes, and I put it here in the drawer

with my dish towels, covered up.

Anyone else know it's there?

- Oh, no. - No.

No one was here then. We were alone

when I put it in the drawer.

And I tell her to sell it today for money

to buy some new cook pots.

Ah, you wanna see my cook pots nice and new?

Never mind. Anyone else live here?

We have a boy, Nito.

- How old? - 20.

He was 20 last Tuesday, three weeks ago.

He did not know about the gun.

No, Nito never is in the kitchen, only to eat.

Where does he work?

Oh, he has no job now.

No job now?

But he's a good boy.

Oh, he's educated.

Nito is a gentleman.

- He speaks grandly. - He's gonna get a good job.

He's gonna make lots of money.

What does he do nights?

Last night, night before, Saturday night?

Saturday night... he was here.

All night.

For supper and all night.

Where does he hang out days if he doesn't work?

Hang out? What does it...?

He asked about what he does in the afternoons? [in Italian]

Where is he now?

Nights he go to school, and days he look for work.

Now, what night did Nito have this gun?

Nito! Nito did not know about the gun.

He can't know anything, [in Italian]

because when you brought the revolver, he wasn't here. [in Italian]

All right, all right. [in Italian]

You ask Nito yourself.

Go to the club and ask for him.

What club? Where?

I don't know where.

It's called 322 Club.

He wasn't here when you came with the revolver [in Italian]

Take it easy, it's up to him, don't panic. [in Italian]

Hello, Machetti.

Ah, Lieutenant, welcome.

I haven't seen you for a long time.

Must have been behaving yourself.

Is Nito Capa here?

Nito Capa?

No, I don't think he's come in today.

Does he spend a lot of time here?

Well, Nito likes to play pool.

What will you have, Lieutenant? On the house.

Some other time.

What does he look like?

- Well, he's tall. - Hey, you back there.

Hold it.

Cherry Street!

Take it easy.

Easy.

You haven't got a car.

I haven't got a car.

How'd you get to the liquor store? A cab?

I wasn't in any liquor store.

I didn't kill any liquor guy.

That's still your story, huh?

Go on, keep on riding me another two hours.

You won't pin a thing on me.

Okay, Nito, take it easy.

This is all very friendly.

We enjoy talking to you.

You're an interesting guy.

Have a cigarette.

I got my own cigarettes.

Well, light up and take it easy.

You bet I will.

- Yeah. - Ed?

No, no, this is Andy. Hold it.

- Olson's back. - Yeah?

I've get the money from the Capa house.

Okay, send it up. Thanks.

Nito, you're a peanut brain.

You make stupid mistakes.

What, for instance?

We searched your room.

Found it nice and clean, huh?

My mother keeps it that way.

Nice old polished brass bed.

We hated to take it apart.

What do you suppose we found stuffed down in the tubing?

Thanks.

Two rolls of money.

I won that dough at the track.

Is this the money?

How do I know? I don't mark it.

Sure you save it to buy those sharp clothes,

while your mother goes around in a cotton dress.

My old man takes care of her.

You leave her out of this.

Okay, you won it at the track.

How much was that?

250 bucks

500 was stolen. Who'd you split with?

There wasn't any.

Anybody else?

I tell you I won that at the track.

There's an interesting story about this money, Nito.

The man you killed left a widow.

I didn't kill anybody.

She told Detective Olson she knocked a bottle off the counter

while she was making change for a customer.

How would I know anything about that?

A bottle of wine,

red wine, spilled into the cash register.

Still won this money at the track?

Look at it, Nito.

That's not my dough.

You must have planted it.

Oh, sure, we're trying to trick you.

But you're smart.

You wanna watch out you don't get your story twisted

and fall on your face.

What were you doing at the airport Saturday night?

Airport?

I wasn't at any airport.

Funny your gun killed a man there.

I wasn't there, I tell you I've never been at the airport.

This fellow you split with has he got a car?

- It don't make sense. - You haven't got a car.

- You asked me that. - I know I did.

- But your friends have cars. - Some of them.

What colors are they?

Who keeps track of the color?

Black, red, gray, brown. Take your pick.

- No green? - No.

Funny every other color but no green.

No.

Look, Nito, we got you on the Martin job.

Why don't you come clean on this one?

What time were you at the airport?

It's a frame, it's a frame.

Sit down.

- You haven't got a car. - I haven't got a car.

Well, that's that.

But he killed Martin, yes.

But why do you keep trying to pin the airport job on him?

Why not?

I don't think he did it.

Same gun.

But his father didn't find it

till two hours after Frazer was dead.

So he says.

Wouldn't you lie to save your kid from the gas chamber?

Capa could have had the gun for months.

Look, Ed.

If Nito did do the Frazer job,

he had to have a car.

And he came all the way back from the airport

just to go down to fisherman's wharf

and dumped the gun on his father's boat

just so he could use it again for the liquor store job

after the old man took it home.

Now how do you make sense out of that?

You can unless you believe the kid's parents.

Skip the parents.

Look, you tell me what Frazer was doing at the airport

till Nito got there, if he got there, for three hours.

Look, will you throw out that crystal ball

and stick to the facts?

All right, then where's the money from Frazer's wallet?

Why wasn't it stashed away in the same place?

I keep forgetting this is your first case.

You've got an awful lot to learn.

First, never blow your top at me.

Guess I'm over anxious. That's all.

Theories are okay,

but when you make out that written report, stick to the facts.

Okay.

Why don't you relax, Ed?

You could be on official business.

That's not what bothers me.

Then, what is the matter?

What are you worrying about?

It's Andy. I hate to keep pushing the kid around,

double crossing him, bawling him out when he's right.

I'm glad it's only that.

I thought you might be sorry you'd ever met me.

Know any reason why I should be?

Oh, Ed.

Light me a cigarette, will you, darling?

And open a window. It's stuffy in here.

Mix us a drink.

I think I'm gonna go home, turn in.

Well, hello.

How long have you been here?

Just drove up, why?

Now what's on your mind?

Well, I wanted to check on something Mrs. Frazer said.

What?

Remember when we were talking about her husband?

Yeah.

Well, she said he went salmon fishing.

And because you know salmon fishing's closed till next season,

you walk out on your bride?

Yeah, but she lied, didn't she?

Look, when you've been married a bit longer

and want some time off, remember salmon fishing.

What are you doing here?

Well...

I said she was your type, but I didn't think

you'd start operating this fast.

- How you doing? - I don't know.

Maybe I tried to rush it.

I only got to see her for a minute.

She's in bed, doped up doctor's orders.

Well, I guess I wasted the trip too.

See you in the morning.

I forgot to tell you. Yesterday the fashion editor said

my last sketches were the best I've ever turned in.

Aren't you proud of me?

Uh-huh.

Is it any of my business, darling?

What?

Whatever's been bothering you since last night.

You didn't sleep much.

It's nothing.

Won't it help to tell me?

It's Ed.

I can't figure him.

We're pulling apart,

and last night he lied to me.

It can't be.

You're just imagining things.

You're too serious about your first case.

I'm gonna scramble some eggs.

You'll feel better after you eat something.

Uh-oh, no eggs.

I'll borrow some from Lucy.

Operator.

Police headquarters, please.

Police department.

Hello, Detective Cullen.

Give me highway patrol, please.

Highway patrol.

Hello, is officer Blair there?

Yeah, just a minute.

- Yeah. - Blair, Andy Cullen.

Listen, remember you telling me

about Ed's being on the bridge?

Yeah.

What time was it?

I don't know. Late.

Yes, I do. You can find out from radio.

The second all-points broadcast on your airport case

came through while we were talking.

Switch me back to the board, please.

Sure.

- Yeah. - Hello, Cullen again.

Can you give me communications radio, please?

- Radio? - Cullen.

- Yes, Cullen? - Second all-points Saturday night.

Second all-points Saturday night?

Hold on.

- Cullen? - Yeah.

That was call 28, 2-8. Entered 10:57 PM.

Thanks very much.

Know something?

I've decided to ask for a raise.

Mr. Cornell's going to be furious, but I don't care.

I think I deserve a raise, don't you?

This one's a better print.

Got some news for you.

Rushton found some nice, fat fingerprints on the shells.

Nito's when he reloaded.

Look, Ed, I feel rotten.

Mind if I borrow your car for a while?

I wanna go to the doctor's.

Sure.

Hey, you didn't have your first fight with Janet, did you?

No.

I'm gonna have another little talk with Nito

this afternoon about two o'clock will you be there?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

I want to cooperate, but I can't afford to have important business...

I said I want you to take a look at something.

Yes, I know.

Have you ever seen this car before?

No. That is...

The airport, it is!

Well, it was one just like this, I'm sure.

What color is this?

Green.

It's blue.

Why, that's ridiculous.

You mean to tell me that I don't know what...

You're colorblind.

Hi.

Hi, Janet.

Can I borrow my husband for an early dinner?

Where is he?

Don't you know?

I haven't seen him since this morning.

He wasn't feeling well, went to the doctor.

Doctor? Why?

He just borrowed my car and skipped.

Why would he do that? He was driving ours.

Yeah?

What is it, Ed? What's wrong?

I don't know what's eating him.

Have you two been fighting?

Maybe a couple of beefs about the case, that's all. Why?

I don't know.

It's just that he's terribly upset.

Something about your lying to him.

He left the house this morning without even saying goodbye.

What is it, Ed?

I don't know.

Look, you go on home. I'll find him.

If he doesn't show up in an hour, give me a ring.

Here.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Mr. Quimby speaking.

- This is Lieutenant Cullen. - Yes, Lieutenant.

Did my brother find you today?

Yes, he did.

I want to congratulate you, Lieutenant. That was fast work.

It seems I misled you on the color,

but I'm sure it's the same car, or one like it.

Have you found the owner already?

Uh, the owner, no.

No, we haven't found him yet.

Thanks.

Where have you been all day?

Finding out a few things.

Next time take a cab and keep Janet posted.

She's home worrying about you.

What did you do it for, Ed?

Do what?

Kill Frazer.

You drunk?

I wish I was.

It was Mrs. Frazer all along, huh?

You sure can dream them up.

I didn't dream up you telling me

she was half-doped in bed

when I'd seen her at the window.

Or you being on the bridge at 11:00

and tossing the gun off it.

I wish I had gone in the drink myself.

You know, if the same thing didn't happen

to a lot of rookies I'd knock your ears down.

Give them one break and suddenly they're masterminds,

running around like hot-tailed beavers,

arresting the whole population.

You're blowing your top again. Go on home.

We're going into headquarters, Ed.

Quimby identified your car.

He's crazy.

No, he's colorblind.

Well, that makes fine evidence.

8,000 blue coupes in the city,

and you get married to mine.

I've been working my way up on the force

since you were in grade school.

Do you think I'd throw that away

on a sucker play like this?

Yes, for one thing, a dame.

You said she wasn't good for you.

Look, you're my brother, Ed.

I'd hate to send other guys after you.

Okay, let's go and see the chief.

Somebody's got to snap you out of it.

- Frazer residence. - Mrs. Frazer.

One moment please.

- Hello. - Listen.

Don't ask any questions.

Throw some things in a bag.

Hurry. I'm gonna pick you up in 10 minutes. We're going away.

Well, where are we going?

Any place you wanna go. I'll tell you when I see you.

Why? Is the case closed?

I said pack and hurry! I'll tell you when I see you!

1-8.

1-8.

1-2-6 Emerson

Deceased woman.

Please, proceed.

Homicide, please.

Homicide.

Is Lieutenant Cullen there?

No, can I help you?

Oh, hello, Sergeant Olson.

Do you happen to know where Andy is?

No, he borrowed Ed's car.

He did, when?

About an hour ago.

Hour ago?

Probably went someplace with Ed.

Oh, good.

- Thank you. - It's all right.

Operator.

Attwater 0-2-3-9-0, please.

They do not answer.

Operator, please keep trying.

I'm pretty sure someone's there.

Operator.

Operator, get me police headquarters, please, quickly.

What time does that flight leave?

At 7:25, sir.

We can just about make it. Hold two seats.

Name is Johnson.

First name, sir?

- Harry Johnson. - Thank you.

Come on.

Should we take my car?

Better take mine.

Andy!

I'll get these hands in a moment.

First get the radio room on the phone.

It's on the floor.

How in the world did Andy find out?

He knows his business.

Well, couldn't we talk to him, reason with him?

I could make it worth his while.

Andy can't be bought.

I don't believe that.

- There's nobody can't be beat. - Attention all points.

Attention all points

Be on the lookout for Lieutenant Cullen, homicide,

and woman, Lois Frazer, wanted on murder charge.

Couple believe heading out of city

in police car, license 1G3744.

Repeat, Lieutenant Cullen.

Ed.

The airport's out.

Car 88 reporting.

Block established on Skyline Boulevard and County Line.

No news of 1G3744 having been sighted here.

- 88, roger. - 137 reporting.

Bus driver reports car with maybe 1G3744

seen on State Highway one 10 minutes ago, heading north.

- 137, roger. - Car 106 reporting.

Road block established on State Highway 5 on County Line.

Right in the middle, sewed up.

Car 1- 7...

Mind if I take the wife home?

Sure, and stay home with her.

You're not on this case.

Right, Olson.

I wanna make sure he stays home. Have him followed.

If he leaves the house,

I want a report on any place he goes.

Okay, I'd better get Shaughnessy.

Andy doesn't know him.

Right.

All right, honey, upstairs.

Olson said this isn't your case.

Forget Olson.

What are you going to do?

Ed knows he can't get out of town for a while.

I've got a hunch I know where he is.

You think we'll make it?

I don't know. I've seen them button up this town too many times before.

Button up?

Road blocks. There're only six ways out of town.

We'd have a better chance if it were dark.

Why don't we stop someplace?

That's exactly what we're gonna do.

- Ed, the bridge is blocked. - Uh-huh.

Lead officer at County Line.

Left road blocked at Bonita Avenue.

I'll take care of the gate. You drive in.

I'll get this out of sight.

Should I fix the gate the way it was.

It's all right as it is.

This is Fort Point, isn't it?

I've heard about it and read about it,

but I've never seen it before.

Andy and I used to play around here when we were kids.

Come on, let's go up one flight, just in case.

We stay here all night?

No.

There's a trail alongside the bridge.

When it's dark, we'll climb up to the restaurant

by the toll gate. A lot of truck men stop there for coffee.

We'll get in the back of an off-bound truck and that's that.

- Police? - Andy.

- See that watchtower? - Yeah?

Get up there and get out of sight.

Wouldn't that be the first place he'd look?

It's too obvious. Go on, I'm gonna try a bluff.

And?

Five minutes.

Shh!

How much longer? I'm freezing.

About an hour.

Let's get in out of the wind.

Don't move!

You're trapped.

- Have we got time? - Help yourself.

Why?

Why?

You said it once: under the skin.

I haven't anyone else but you, Joe.

If you get me out of this, let's go away somewhere,

anywhere you like.

I've got a lot of money, Joe.

Light me a cigarette will you, darling?

Of course, dear.

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