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8:51, the Empire State Express.

Leaving on track 5
for Albany, Utica, Syracuse,

Rochester, Buffalo, and Niagara Falls.

Are you all right, Father?

I'm fine.

You should have let me
come up to meet you.

To see me get out of prison?

It's not a thing I want you to remember.

You're home now, Father.

That's all that matters.

What is it, Father?

Mr. Colby didn't come.

Did you expect him to?

Yes. Yes, I did.

Father. Father, please.

Let's go home now.

I'll call him.

I'll call Mr. Colby this afternoon.

Good morning, Miss.

I...

Mm-hm.

Excuse me, I'd like to see Mr. Colby.

These are the contracts
at Dutch Oil Lease.

Mr. Colby wants them right away.

Excuse me, but I'd like to see...

I'm sorry, you'll have to wait.

These are from the contract department.

They're for Mr. Colby.

- Can you tell me where I...
- Just a moment, please.

These contracts are for Mr. Colby.

Well, I can't disturb him right now,
he's in a conference.

How many tellers and secretaries do you
have to go through to get to see this guy?

Anything I can do for you?

Any number of things,
but unfortunately I'm here on business.

I want to see Mr. Colby.

What did you want to see him about?

Well, he's been carrying on
with my grandmother.

I'd like to find out
what his intentions are.

If you have any
business with Mr. Colby...

I have lots of business
but it's all personal.

I'm his secretary,
his personal secretary.

Well, it just goes to show you
how far a girl can get

if she keeps her
stocking seams straight.

Don't get up, thank you,
I'll announce myself.

Just a minute, you can't go in there.

Don't blame the girl, Mr. Colby,
whichever one you are.

She did her best.

I trust this is something urgent.

If you're Andrew Colby,
it's very urgent.

I am.

Well, my name's Robert Regan,
I'm an attorney.

I'm representing a client
named Emilio Canepa.

As a result of your negligent driving,

his pushcart and load of bananas
were damaged to the extent of $68.72.

You ignored my letters,
so I brought you a little invitation

ordering you to appear
in magistrate's court.

Just in case you've never seen one,
there's a summons,

they're issued by the City of New York.

Yes.

Yes, I've heard of the procedure.

Well, in that case, good day.

Oh, just a minute, Mr. Regan.

Perhaps we can settle this matter
out of court.

Forgive me, gentlemen.

I assure you it wasn't my intention
to defraud your client.

I turned your letters over to my
attorneys, Porter and Griswold.

Porter and Griswold?

They wouldn't even take a bath
unless it involved $100,000.

Mr. Porter's wife might
resent that remark.

Yes, I'm afraid she might.

This is Mr. Porter and Mr. Griswold.

Oh.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

For your convenience,
I've brought you an itemized account.

$23 for the damage to the pushcart,
$12 for the bananas.

Emilio Canepa doesn't
think this is funny.

Of course not.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

I'll see that Mr. Canepa gets a check.

And a letter congratulating him
on his choice of attorneys.

Thank you.

Do you always attend to these matters
personally, Mr. Regan?

Well, I thought my client
was getting pushed around.

I didn't like that.

Well, goodbye, Mr. Colby.

Goodbye.

Sorry if I got you in a jam.

Anything for the cause of justice.

Say, you know, you're a lot prettier
than the girls out there,

but obviously that's why you're in here.

Obviously.

Um, what do you do Saturday nights?

Oh, play marbles
with the girls next door.

Uh, look, um, I know
of a little place...

I'm sure you do.

Well, the name's Regan, Robert Regan.

I'll try to remember.

I'm in the book.

In case your pushcart ever gets pushed.

It very rarely does.

I don't anticipate any serious trouble
on this loan, Andrew.

Did you ring, Mr. Colby?

Oh, yes, Miss Faraday.

Did Mr. Murdock return?

No, he hasn't.

It is unfortunate that Kroner
should be getting out of prison

at precisely this time.

You can assure everyone concerned

that Kroner has absolutely no connection
with my organization any longer.

I think that's all we need.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

I'm sorry about the
interruption, Andrew.

You mean Regan?

He was a welcome relief.

How did things go?

Beautifully. Beautifully.

As a matter of fact,
you can wire our Paris office

that we'll be ready to leave
in two weeks.

I'm ready right now.

Why?

You're getting tired of New York?

Oh, not particularly.

It's just that, well,

high finance isn't my idea of the
most stimulating thing in the world.

But the things you
can do with the money.

You can buy steam ships and oil wells
and head waiters.

Wouldn't you like an old stuffed
majordomo to use as a hat rack?

Oh, come in, Charles,
I've been waiting for you.

Kroner got in on the 10:12.

Nobody met him but his daughter.

Five years.

It doesn't seem possible.

How did he look, Charles?

About the same, thinner.

Little bitter.

I suppose I should see him.

Shall I try to reach him for you?

No.

No, we'll wait for him to call us.

Noel, that young attorney who was here,
what did you think of him?

Oh, I don't know.

Brash, hotheaded,
fairly bright, I imagine.

Hm.

Have him come to see me tonight.

Come to see you?

Yes, 9:00 at home.

Is Mr. Colby at home?

Who shall I say is calling?

Mr. Regan, Robert Regan.

Come in, please.

Expecting someone?

Come this way, Mr. Regan.

May I take your things, please?

Oh, thank you.

Quite a place, a fellow
could get lonesome.

Good evening, Mr. Regan.

My name is Noel Faraday.

Well, hello.

I'm representing Andrew Colby.

This, in case you've never seen one,
is not a summons.

Well, thank you.

When I'm worth $40 million, I'm going to
have a secretary who looks exactly like you.

Oh, my tastes are fairly simple.

$20 million will be quite enough.

How's Emilio Canepa?

Expecting a check.

I feel like a man of distinction.

Are you?

As distinctive as you can get
at Public School 45.

What's the idea of this interview?

Why don't you ask Mr. Colby?

Well, I thought you were
his personal secretary.

Oh, he keeps a few secrets from me.

I couldn't.

Say, what kind of a guy is he anyway?

Attractive, generous,
warm-hearted, brilliant.

Good shot, Mr. Colby.

Thank you, won't you join me?

I'm a little out of practice.

Good.

Thank you, Noel.

Don't forget to save
your nickels, Mr. Regan.

$20 million will do it.

That's a very attractive secretary
you have there, Mr. Colby.

I'm still young enough to
notice that myself, Mr. Regan.

Were you surprised
to hear from me so soon?

Sure I was surprised.

I was very much impressed
with you this afternoon.

That's funny, I didn't
think you'd feel like that.

I liked your aggressiveness,
your loyalty to your client.

It's a very rare thing
to find these days, loyalty.

You can buy it at any dog store in town.

Unfortunately, that's
about the only place.

How would you like to come
and work for me, Mr. Regan?

- Sounds fine.
- For considerably more money

than I believe you're earning now.

Sounds even better.

Then it's all settled?

Not quite.

What do I do for all this money?

What have I got
that Porter and Griswold haven't?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you
I needed another attorney?

Not anymore than if you told me
you needed another million dollars.

I didn't think you would.

Regan, you understand, of course,

that this is a professional
rather than a social visit?

You can talk freely
if that's what you mean.

I'll try to make it short.

Up until five years ago,
I had a business associate,

a man named Leopold Kroner.

He became financially entangled

and took nearly a million dollars' worth
of bonds belonging to our firm,

had counterfeit duplicates made,

and then, using his
position as an executive,

sold those counterfeit bonds.

- Clever boy.
- Not so clever.

He was discovered and sent to prison
for five years.

I did everything I could for him
at the trial, but it was hopeless.

He's been released from prison,

but the long confinement
seems to have unbalanced him seriously.

How do you mean?

He seems to hold me responsible
for everything.

I talked with him on the phone today
and he threatened my life.

You better call the cops.

If necessary, I will,
but I'd prefer not to.

Why?

Well, the... the publicity involved.

Just now I'm negotiating a rather large
loan essential for expanding my operations.

And if certain of my prospective backers
were to hear that my life had been threatened

or I had hired someone to protect me...

I see.

But on the other hand, if I were
to engage a bright young attorney

to be constantly at my side...

Nobody would think a thing about it.

Exactly.

That is, nobody except me.

Because I'd think about it a lot
and I wouldn't like it.

Why not?

Because I'm a lawyer, not a bodyguard.

Yes, I understand that.

I have a career.

Someday I'd like to
have an office of my own.

Someday I'd like to be able to sue
people like you and Porter and Griswold.

I'll be leaving the country in two weeks
and that's all the time it would involve.

I don't like to make a detour
for even two weeks.

This might not prove
to be such a detour.

$5,000 should go a long way
towards opening that office.

I've heard of that kind of money.

Well, what do you say.

If you think I'm going to turn it down,
you're crazy.

But then, you act a
little bit crazy anyway.

Believe me, it's worth it to me.

Well, believe me,
it's worth it to me too.

Okay, you've got yourself a bodyguard
at $5,000 a body.

- When do I start?
- You're working right now.

- I'm a little bit short of the tools of my trade.
- Help yourself.

Can you get a permit for that?

I have a friend.

All right, Regan.

- Thanks, man.
- 21st Precinct, Sergeant Jones speaking.

Hi, Damico, how are the kids?

Kids are fine.

Uh, what's this about a gun permit?

Oh.

Yeah, they passed a law, you know, you have
to have one to carry one of these things.

You're not supposed to carry it
until after you have the permit.

Oh.

Where'd you get it?

Oh, the stork brought it.

Some of your satisfied
clients after you?

No.

No, it's the man shortage.

A guy just isn't safe
in the streets nowadays.

Why do you want to carry a gun?

Well, it makes me feel two feet taller.

Come on, come on.

Well, there have been prowlers
around my place lately.

Yesterday I was held up
and robbed of $50,000.

An old girlfriend of mine
has threatened my life.

Personally, I don't like guys
walking around with guns on 'em.

Lot of screwballs
playing cops and robbers.

Man thinks twice before he strangles
somebody or sticks a knife in 'em,

- but if he's got a gun...
- Oh, come on, Lieutenant.

Give me a letter to the captain.

Don't point that thing at me.

- But...
- And don't tell me it isn't loaded.

Look, Damico, I can't wait
around for months for this permit.

You and my old man
used to play hopscotch together.

First thing we teach
a man in my department

is it's bad manners to point a gun
unless you're going to use it.

For Pop Regan's little boy?

How 'bout it?

All right, get out of here.

Get yourself fingerprinted,
photographed, and questioned.

I'll call the captain.

- Thank you.
- You're not welcome.

Look, chum, let's you and I
have an understanding right now.

You don't creep around dark rooms,
I don't fire this in your direction.

I was just checking up.

You better wear a taillight.

I hope if the occasion arises,
you'll know how to use that thing.

You keep on playing Frankenstein
and you'll find out.

Well, the drawbridge is up,
the house is locked,

barbed wire is strung, and
Murdock just scared the pants off me.

Oh well, a day in the
life of a bodyguard.

I never even knew
there were bodies worth $5,000.

Uh, nothing personal, of course.

Say, now that the boss
is safely upstairs,

what do you say
if you and I cut up a little bit?

You'd better get out
your little tattered black book

and make other arrangements.

Why?

I'm going to get myself safely upstairs.

I was merely suggesting changing
the radio and having a dance.

You could be lynched
for the way you suggest it.

I was locked out, I'm sorry.

Did you finish checking?

Everything's tight.

Fine.

'Night.

Goodnight, Charles.

What does he do for a living except
turn up unexpectedly from time to time?

Charles?

Oh, lots of things.

He's been with Mr. Colby for years.

Nice, compact little group.

Murdock, you, and Colby.

There are lots of double meanings
in that remark.

No, I just like to keep things straight.

What pigeon belongs in what pigeonhole,

who belongs to who.

Why should you care?

Well, we're all hired help together.

Maybe I have visions of asking you
for a date sometime.

With what in mind?

Oh, dancing, drinking.

Catch-as-catch-can.

Thanks for warning me.

I'll bring along my police whistle.

Oh, no, no, you have
nothing to fear from me.

My early years in reform school
left a lasting impression.

Problem child?

Just average.

Used to set fire to my kid brother
occasionally, but then who doesn't?

Well, that's very encouraging.

Ask me nicely and you
can have this dance.

You've been asked.

Regan!

Regan, look out!

You won't need that.

He's dead.

Kroner?

Yes.

How did he get in?

I don't know.

I'd better call the police.

I got up from my desk
to put some papers away.

When I turned back,
there he was holding the gun on me.

His hands were trembling,
his eyes were wild.

It was horrible.

Yes, go on, please.

He called me every name imaginable.

He swore that he was going
to kill me and then himself

because I had ruined his life.

I, who had tried everything.

What happened then, Mr. Colby?

I was afraid to call for help.

But then when he came closer to me,

I threw the papers in his face
and made a grab for the gun.

He fired one shot
that went into the floor.

I couldn't get his gun away from him,
but I did manage to push him back.

That's when Regan rushed into the room.

He turned on me with the gun,
but he was off-balance, I guess.

Anyway, I was able to fire first.

Lieutenant, does this testimony agree
with reports of your department?

It does.

The absence of any evidence or presumption
counter to the testimony heard here

makes it unnecessary for this office
to pursue this hearing any further.

Thank you, gentlemen,
for your cooperation.

Uh, let's you and me have a little talk
in my office alone.

When?

Now.

You haven't heard anything
from Mr. Kroner's daughter?

No, we've been trying to locate her.

When you find her,
would you please let me know?

I'd like to make some provision for her.

- Certainly, I will.
- Thank you.

You ready to leave?

Well, uh, I have a couple of things
to do, Mr. Colby.

I'll see you at the house later.

All right, Bob.

That made sense what I said yesterday,
didn't it, about people carrying guns?

Personally, I stuck my neck out a mile
to get you that permit.

Well, I would have looked great in there
without it.

A guy takes a shot at your boss
while you're downstairs

romancing a dame
and listening to a symphony.

You're a great bodyguard, you are.

Why didn't he come to the police
if he'd been threatened?

Ah, he didn't want the publicity.

Well, he's got plenty of it now.

We knew where Kroner was all the time.

We could have picked
him up without a sound.

You better ask Colby about that.

Maybe I will.

What was the payoff, Bob?

Look.

Are you holding me?

No.

No, but there's a couple of things
I don't like about this case.

Like what?

I, uh, been looking over the Kroner case
of five years ago.

Guy counterfeits some bonds,
sells 'em for a million dollars,

and then pleads guilty.

But nobody ever
finds the million dollars.

He stashed it away some place.

Great, then what's he sore about?

A man with a million dollars
is not sore at anybody.

What's that got to do with me?

Everything's got to do with you.

You killed him.

In self-defense,
the guy had a gun in his hand.

He'd already fired once.

Anybody can shove a gun
in a dead man's hand.

Kroner's prints weren't the only ones
we found on that gun, you know.

Colby picked it up after Kroner
was dead, we told you that.

You told me a lot of things,
I still don't like it.

Yesterday morning,
you get your permit approved.

Last night, you kill a
guy "in self-defense."

Kroner gets out of prison one day
and gets bumped off the next.

All the time, there's a million bucks
in cash lying around loose some place.

Couldn't be that you've got a
line on that money, could it?

Now lay off, Damico,
you know me better than that.

I knew Benny Parsons all his life
and two weeks ago

he did a job on his uncle
with a meat cleaver.

This case is a long ways from settled
as far as I'm concerned.

Remember that, Regan.

If I forget, you remind me.

I will.

You really think there's
something phony?

You heard me.

Noel, I'm really terribly sorry
you had to be mixed up in all of this.

Maybe you would like
to go on to Paris ahead of me.

No.

I'll wait for you.

But let's go soon, Andrew.

I'm beginning to hate New York.

Fella outside said I
could get a drink in here.

Help yourself.

We'd begun to wonder
what had happened to you, Bob.

I haven't had a chance to
really thank you for last night.

Oh, forget it.

I don't want to forget it,
I want to show my appreciation.

Would a check for $20 million
be asking too much?

Yes, but, uh, here's the amount
that we agreed on.

Well, another day, another $5,000.

Well, Bob, if you'd
like to stay on with me...

I'm afraid I couldn't stand the strain.

You know, try as I will,
I just can't get used to killing people.

What's the matter, Bob?

Anything that police lieutenant said?

No, he just wanted to talk.

Trouble with Damico is
he reads too many detective stories.

Spoils him for routine police work.

- What's the matter with you?
- Me?

- Nothing.
- She's a little depressed.

That he didn't get
me first, is that nice?

You know, you and I had a
tentative date, remember?

You were going to
wear your police whistle?

Let's make it for dinner for tonight.

With both of us in the dumps,

we shouldn't inflict our company
on anyone but each other.

Why don't you?

I'll pick you up at eight.

Dress up real pretty
and I'll wear my graduation suit.

Tonight I want to feel respectable.

You better call me in an hour, Regan.

Okay.

I'm checking' in my gun, coach.

It was a great fight and I'm glad I won.

I know it isn't easy, Bob, but don't
let yourself start brooding about this.

Ooh, I'm okay.

And I haven't forgotten.

You still owe Emilio Canepa $68.72.

I'm glad Regan suggested dinner tonight.

Are you?

Why?

Well, I thought you might enjoy it.

Maybe I will.

But you don't have to go, Noel.

I know I don't.

Maybe you could cheer him up.

Oh, yes, Andrew,
I'm just the girl to do it.

Especially tonight.

Seriously, Noel,
he denied it of course,

but that lieutenant must have said
something to disturb him so deeply.

And you'd like to know what it was?

I didn't say that.

You didn't say it,
but that's what you meant.

A few minutes ago, you were sorry
because I was mixed up in all this.

I'm still sorry.

I don't know what's come over you, Noel.

It isn't like you to suggest
that I go out with someone else.

I can't ever remember suggesting
that you shouldn't.

Regan has done us a great service.

It seems to me
like the least we could do for him.

The least?

Oh, of course.

I'll dig up some light, bright
table talk and a low-cut dress.

Anything else?

- No.
- Good.

More coffee?

Please.

I couldn't have been more surprised
when Colby let you out tonight.

What do you mean by that?

Well, if I were in charge
of something like you,

I'd be a little careful
about how I passed it around.

Any passing around to be done,
I do it myself.

Nobody else.

I saw the look you threw him
before he gave you the nod.

I merely wanted to know
if he had anything for me to do tonight.

That's what I mean.

What's happened to the masculine ego?

Or do girls usually go out with you
just on orders from someone else?

Yeah, well, I don't kid myself that the president
of three corporations isn't a little competition.

This is America.

You, too, can be competition.

Mm, that's a stirring thought.

I was just trying to figure
if I needed three corporations

or if I could do it on my own.

Why don't you ask me?

Well, first of all, I'd like to
find how you stand with Colby.

Why? What does that matter?

Maybe I've already made a few plans.

Well, if you have, they certainly
don't include him, so why worry?

Oh, I'm just naturally a worrier.

How long have you worked for him?

A little over six years.

You must know him pretty well.

I recognize him when I see him.

Any more questions?

No.

No questions.

Uh... what's the use?

Tonight I sit making awkward passes
at a beautiful girl.

Last night I killed a man.

Tomorrow...

You're not to blame for what happened.

I'm to blame for getting in a
spot like that in the first place.

Who am I to be carrying a gun,
playing around with people's lives?

I oughta have my head examined.

But last night, Bob,
there was nothing else you could do.

I could have shot him in the shoulder,
couldn't I, or in the leg?

I could have kept my head
and not have killed him.

Is that what they said
at the police station?

What do you mean?

Well, you seemed so disturbed
when you got back.

Uh-huh.

Mr. Colby rears his ugly head.

And after I tell ya,
do you have to leave right away

or can you stick around a while
and report later?

- Let's go home.
- Quit kidding.

He asked you to find out
what happened down there.

I had dinner with you tonight
because I wanted to.

And up until now,
I've been having a very nice time.

You're rude but you're upset,
so I'll forgive that.

But if you want us
really to know each other,

why don't you stop acting like a
school boy asking grown-up questions?

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Remember, if we ever go out again,

I do what I want
because I want to do it.

Now take me home.

Goodnight, Regan.

Wait a minute, I...

I don't like to leave things like this.

Why not?

I'll be gone in a week anyway.

A lot of things can happen in a week.

France fell in 18 days,
and you're not as tough as France.

Don't be so sure.

Look...

About tonight, I'm a
warm-hearted, impulsive boy.

Sometimes I say things I don't mean.

It's all right, Bob,
don't worry about it.

I'm not only warm-hearted, I'm shy,
I... I need a lot of encouragement.

Well.

I'm not really as tough as France,
if that's any help.

That's fine, that shows you're thinking
in the right direction.

I'm a great admirer
of the resistance movement,

but I don't like to see things
carried too far.

Kiss him goodnight, Noel,
or we'll have him here for breakfast.

You must have rubber soles.

It was such a nice
night I decided to walk.

Did you tip-toe the whole way?

Why don't you come in for a while, Bob?

It's still early.

All right, I will.

Well, what did you two do tonight?

Oh, not much, we sat around,
threw a few rocks at each other.

You boys can burn the candle
at both ends if you want to,

but my dangerous beauty
depends upon eight hours of sleep.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Noel.

Drink, Bob?

Um, no.

How much do you owe me
for the billiards the other night?

20 bucks, even.

Well, I'll give you a
chance to get it back.

How about showdown poker
at a dollar a hand?

Oh, you must be interested in my $5,000.

I'm interested in everybody's $5,000.

Aren't you?

Mm, it's worth thinking about.

Of course, Lieutenant Damico
doesn't settle so cheaply.

He's interested in a million dollars.

Ambition is a dangerous thing
in policemen.

Kroner's million.

He thinks I know where it's buried.

Do you?

Until this afternoon,
I had to save up to weigh myself.

What else does the lieutenant think?

Oh, I told you,
he reads too many detective stories.

He's always figuring out plots.

Oh, what's his plot this time?

Well, it's... it's not bad.

A wealthy industrialist
has somebody he's anxious to get rid of.

He hires a not-too-bright, eager
young man as a bodyguard.

Frames the situation where the bodyguard
has to kill the guy in self-defense.

Industrialist is rid of the guy,
he's in the clear,

and the not-too-bright young man
never tumbles.

The lieutenant seems to have more
imagination than most lieutenants.

It's an interesting legal point.

Because even if our
dull boy should tumble,

there's nothing he could do about it.

Why should he want to?

Why shouldn't he?

Man is already dead.

There isn't anything your young friend
can do about that.

The district attorney has exonerated
him, so there's no danger there.

On the other hand, he may have made
himself a powerful and influential friend.

You forget he's not too bright,
he may feel some twinges of conscience.

Why? There was no
intent of murder on his part.

Morally, he's as pure
as the driven snow.

Mm, that's true enough.

So why should he jeopardize himself?

He can only cause trouble
by refusing to accept his position.

First with the police,
who'd never believe his story.

Secondly, with the industrialist,
who, if he's as ruthless as he sounds,

might prove to be dangerous himself.

Well...

It's Lieutenant Damico's plot.

Let him worry about it.

Of course.

Bob, I honestly wish you'd change
your mind and come to Paris with me.

We're in for an exciting time,
tremendous expansion.

You'd like it.

- Maybe I would.
- Change your mind?

I might.

Maybe I'd end up with as much dough
as you have.

Not unless you improve your billiards.

That was last time.

Pair of kings?

Sorry.

Eights over fives.

There must be some way of eating you.

Not while I'm holding all the cards.

You're Kroner's daughter.

Come away from the door.

Look, I know how you
must feel, Miss Kroner.

How you must hate me.

Do you?

How much hate does it take
to kill a man?

- You should know.
- I didn't hate your father.

- I didn't even know him.
- And yet you murdered him.

For what? For money?

I could have waited for you outside
and killed you,

but I wanted to look at you,
to talk to you.

To see for myself
what kind of a man takes money

to murder someone he never even know.

There was nothing else I could do.

He had a gun in his hand,
he'd already fired once.

You've gotta believe me.

Believe you, a hired gunman?

No.

You murdered my father because
you were paid to do it, no other reason.

One dead body, cash on delivery.

He isn't a person.

He isn't anyone's father.

He's... he's just a new car you can buy
when he stops breathing.

Your father would have killed Colby.

He... he wasn't himself.

Don't lie.

It won't help you.

I never dreamed I could hate enough
to want to kill.

I have reason enough
to kill you 10 times...

I'm sorry I had to do that.

Why don't you kill me too?

You have the gun.

I don't want to kill you, Miss Kroner, any
more than I wanted to kill your father.

I was hired to protect Mr. Colby.

Protect him?

From what?

My father would never hurt anyone.

It isn't easy to believe all this
about someone you love,

but when a man is out of his mind...

He wasn't out of his mind.

Well, a rational person
doesn't threaten another man's life

or break into his house with a gun.

He didn't threaten Colby.

And he never owned a gun.

How do you know?

I knew my father.

You didn't.

Shall I tell you about him?

Do you really want to know
about the man you killed?

My father was a man
who sprinkled breadcrumbs

on the windowsill every morning
for the birds.

A man who'd grow faint if I cut a finger
or picked up a splinter.

Leopold Kroner, a man whose child
was never taken to the zoo

because it was cruel
to coop up animals in cages.

Is that the picture of a housebreaker
or a murderer?

But he did break into the house.

All the doors were locked,
I checked them myself.

He didn't break in, he was invited.

Invited?

He was asked to be there at 10:00.

I was there when he phoned.

As though you didn't know all that.

Are you sure of this?

Do you have any proof?

If I had proof,
do you think I'd be here now?

Or you would?

No, Mr. Regan.

If I could prove what I know,

you and Colby
would be where you belong.

In a death cell.

Give me my gun.

I didn't murder your father.

I don't believe you.

Grazie.

I think you were absolutely right
about people carrying guns.

Where'd you get that?

Surplus war material smuggled into
my apartment by a girl named Kroner.

Martha Kroner?
Where did you find her?

When last seen,
she was trying to kill me.

You, uh, asking for protection?

Mm-mm, information.

I'd like to find out how near you are
to pinning this thing on me.

You just keep yourself handy.

I'll let you know when the time arrives.

Supposing I were to tell you
that I agreed with you,

that I think it was murder.

In that case, I'd dig out
a little piece of paper and a pencil

and have you sign a confession.

That's not exactly what I meant.

Why not? You could turn state's evidence
and see daylight again when you're about 95.

I don't have any evidence,
everything I told you was the truth.

I was hired as a bodyguard,
I killed Kroner in self-defense.

Well, then, what are you worried about?

Finally occurred to me
I might have been a patsy in this thing.

Frame-up?

You must have heard of 'em
in your profession.

Not as often as you'd think.

What's the matter, this Kroner dame
know something that scared you?

Nothing you could arrest me on.

That's your opinion.

Just what do you want, Regan?

I want to work with you on this case.

What makes you think I need any help?

I'm on the inside, I might be able
to dig up something.

Yeah, and cover it right up again.

You seem to forget
you're the one I'm after.

No, Damico.

I'm not the one you want.

You pulled the trigger.

It was your bullet that killed the guy.

- If it's murder, you did it.
- What's the motive?

The $5,000 you deposited
in the bank this afternoon.

Any more questions?

You don't believe
I could've been framed?

If you were, you're too stupid
to be running around loose anyway.

In other words,
I'd better get out of town.

- You wouldn't get three feet.
- What do I do, then?

Well, if I were in your shoes,
I'd go to church every morning.

Pray that a certain cop named Damico is
running himself right up a blind alley.

That's great, except for
a couple of little things.

What?

I'm not a guy that goes
around killing people.

I'd like to be able to sleep at night.

And I just talked with the daughter
of the man I killed.

Personally, you're in a tough spot.

I didn't have to stay up this late
to find that out.

Isn't there some way
we can get together on this?

Oh, sure.

You confess and I'll arrest you.

All right.

I'll just start digging around
on my own, that's all.

Regan, for a lawyer,
you're not very smart.

Like I said, if you prove that it's
murder, you prove that you're a murderer.

If it's a frame, there's only one guy
that can clear you, Colby.

And I don't think he'd be too anxious
to run to the rescue.

Do you?

Thanks for nothing.

Anytime.

Anytime at all.

Well...

Here's all we've got
on the Kroner case.

- Ah, this won't help.
- Oh, you might try

one of the other papers.

I already have.

Is this guy, Nolan, still on the paper?

James Timothy Nolan on a newspaper?

Didn't you read that famous bestseller
Wither Away, Mankind?

- No.
- Nolan wrote it.

He told you, "Wither."

Hm. That's great.
Where can I reach him now?

These days, he lives and insults people
at the Barclay Towers.

Barclay Towers, huh?

Oh. Thanks for the help.

- Have fun.
- Right.

I want to see Mr. James Nolan, please.
My name is Regan.

Yes, sir.

512, please.

Never mind, operator.

There's Mr. Nolan coming out
of the elevator now, sir.

- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.

- Mr. Nolan?
- See my business manager,

he'll pay you whatever I owe you.

You don't owe me anything,
Mr. Nolan.

My name is Bob Regan.
I want to buy you a drink.

I don't care what your name is,
I've got ulcers.

One minute, please. Oh, boy!

Ulcers, huh?

Will you send two glasses of milk
up to room 512?

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

Mr. Nolan, I've been looking forward
to meeting you for a long time,

I'm a great admirer of yours.

Suppose we have a little talk.

Well, of course, I don't remember
very much about my newspaper days,

but I do recall the Kroner case.

It was a pretty open-and-shut affair.

Kroner pleaded guilty
and they took him away.

Do you remember Colby at the trial?

Oh, yes. He acted very decent
about the whole thing.

Tried to do everything
he could for Kroner.

Oh, come on, Nolan.
Earn your milk.

I'm looking for angles
that weren't reported in the papers.

What angles?

If I didn't write it in my stories,
it wasn't worth mentioning.

You let me decide that.

What about other people
connected with the case?

You know, surprise witnesses...

What do you think it was, a pulp story?

The man pleaded guilty,
there were no witnesses.

Well...

I can't make any money around here.

Wait a minute.

Come to think of it...

There was a guy, name of, uh, Bruno.

- Victor Bruno.
- Who was he?

Oh, the cops figured there were
only three men in the country

who could do the engraving job
on those counterfeit bonds.

One was in the jug,
another gone straight,

and the third one was this Bruno.

What did he say at the trial?

He wasn't at the trial,
they never called him.

Victor Bruno, huh?

Say, you don't mind finishing
your milk alone, do you?

Oh, I thought you wanted
to talk about my book.

What's there to talk about?
You wrote it, you sold it.

But wouldn't you like to hear
how I happened to write it?

I'm afraid not, no.

Not while I'm buying the milk.

Someday you'll give a party,
and we'll talk about anything you like.

"Wither Away, Mankind."

Hello? Hello, I'm trying to locate
a certain Mr. Victor Bruno, an engraver.

What? Well, I know
this is Theodore Bruno, I...

Well, I was ju...

Well, do you know Victor Bruno?

Well, do you know any Bruno
that might know a Bruno

that would know Victor?

Oh, never mind.

Fastest pickup I ever made.

Don't get the idea
that a telephone call

gets me running any time
of the day or night.

It's a nice idea.

You've been looking terrible lately.

I thought some fresh air
would do you good.

You said it was important.

When I feel like seeing you,
that's important.

Where are we going?

To a little parking spot I used to use
when I was in high school.

Well, I have to apologize
for the time of day.

I used to hit it a lot later
in the evening.

I'm just as happy with
the time of day, thank you.

Uh-huh.

Boy, oh, boy.

How I used to operate from this spot.

Public School 45 must have been
a progressive school.

What did you want to see me about, Bob?

Well, I made up my mind about
a lot of things last night and today.

For one thing, I decided
I'm not going to Paris with Colby.

And another thing I've decided...

I don't want you to go to Paris.

Really?

What do you want me to do?

Stick around, see America first.

Might get to meet someone you'd like.

- I might.
- With Colby, what have you got?

Money, influence, travel, yachts...

Why don't you let me
take you out of all that?

That's an offer if I've ever heard one.

I'm really very serious.

I know you are.

- What's the matter, Bob?
- I don't know.

Maybe today is not the day.

I spent the whole morning going over the
newspaper accounts of the Kroner trial.

- But why?
- You just naturally get curious

about someone you killed.

I kept running across
the name of Bruno.

Who's he?

A little engraver that counterfeited
the bonds for Kroner.

Funny, Kroner didn't look like the type
to get away with a million dollars.

Neither did Bruno.

He was a strange little man.

A tremendous inferiority
he was always trying to hide.

Could never managed to look like
anything but a $12-a-week bookkeeper,

glasses two feet thick,
not a hair on his head.

Bruno.

- A foreigner?
- Originally.

He spoke with a marked accent.

Is, uh, is Colby going to be
at home tonight?

I think so. Why?

Oh, maybe I could get him to throw
some legal business my way.

I'll keep him at home for you.

You'd better get me back to the office.

One of us has to keep her job.

Well, well.

Little did I think
when I first met Emilio Canepa

that you'd be the mother
of my children.

Why, is there some connection
between the two?

No Emilio, no summons.
No summons, no children.

We'll name our first one Emilio.

Over my beautiful, muscular, dead body.

Look out!

You're not hurt, are you?

Just a mild case of shattered nerves.

Feeling that thing slipping
didn't do mine any good either.

- Have one?
- Thanks.

If that had hit ya,
it'd felt like Hiroshima.

Much obliged.

Forget it.

I think maybe you've given me
a very good idea.

Oh, just as long as it wasn't
a busted head.

I may get one yet,
unless my luck holds out.

- Hello, Murdock.
- Good evening.

Much killing going on
around the place tonight?

I think Mr. Colby's
expecting you.

Ask a dull question,
you'll get a dull answer.

Hello, Bob.

Don't be glad to see me
until you find out what I want.

Yes, Noel has already told me.

I'm sorry you changed
your mind about Paris.

Have you told him about the services
our new firm is prepared to offer?

I thought I'd better save that for you.

Well, we're offering everything
in the legal line.

Ambulance chasing and grave subpoenas.

Sounds like an up-and-coming outfit.

We'll sympathize with our clients' troubles
and charge only $500 for the sympathy.

That's cheaper that the sympathy
I'm getting from Porter and Griswold.

Your proposition sounds
very attractive, count me in.

One call, one client.

Must be my personality.

Oh, did you know your house
was being watched?

- Watched?
- Yes.

Some little bald-headed guy,
not a hair on his head,

stopped me outside by the lamppost.

I don't understand.

Well, it was hard to tell
just what he wanted.

He spoke with an accent,

kept blinking at me
through glasses two feet thick.

Seemed like he was a little bookkeeper
trying to act important.

Bruno.

- You say he stopped you?
- Yes.

He asked me for a light and wanted
to know if I was coming in here.

- Yes?
- When I told him I was,

he said something about being a friend of
Kroner's and that you'll hear from him.

He must have gone.
He's not there now.

- Is there anything I can do?
- I don't know, Bob.

- There isn't any danger, is there?
- I don't think so.

- Bob!
- 'Cause if...

If you'd like me to talk to him.

Possibly I will, but there's no hurry.

If we want Bruno,
we can always reach him.

If he's any threat to us,
I could see him tonight.

No. We'll wait to hear from him.

Thanks anyway.
Maybe I'll call on you later.

I... I hope this news
isn't too bad.

It isn't good, but we can handle it.

Thank you for the information, Bob.
I'm glad you dropped around tonight.

Uh-huh. Thank you
for the business.

Goodnight, Noel.

Goodnight.

I wonder where Bruno's been all
these years and what brought him back.

The newspaper stories, I imagine.

Huh.

He never impressed me as being
the sort of fella who'd make threats.

He was such a meek little man.

Did you ever meet him, Noel?

- Probably.
- Of course you did.

Sometimes I forget how long you've been
with me, how long we've been together.

- Andrew, do you mind...
- What was it you once said

that he reminded you of
a $12-a-week bookkeeper, wasn't it?

Do you have anything else
for me to do this evening?

I don't think so.

- Then I'll say goodnight.
- Goodnight, Noel.

Well, hello.

This could give me a pretty bad name
with my landlady.

I'd like to know what you meant
by that little performance tonight.

Was I convincing?

You're not a very nice person,
are you, Regan?

Your high school parking spot
came through beautifully.

- Now, wait a minute, Noel.
- No, you wait.

I admit I'm a little ashamed of what
an easy target I was this afternoon.

But primarily, I came here to find out
just what you were up to tonight.

What's your guess?

Blackmail?

That's a nice business,
if you have the right connections.

I think I deserve
a better answer than that, Bob.

You do.

Sit down.

There are several people
in key positions in this town

who believe that Kroner
was deliberately murdered.

That's ridiculous.

Is it?

Would have been comparatively
easy for Colby to frame.

He invites Kroner to the house.

In the middle of the conversation,
he pulls the gun.

He fires one shot into the floor,

shoves the gun into Kroner's hands,

starts wrestling with him
and yelling for help.

I rush in, Kroner turns startled,
"bang-bang" and it's all over.

You must be out of your mind.

The police don't think so.

In fact, they gave me the idea.

Why should Andrew want to kill Kroner?

Suppose Colby dreamed up
this whole counterfeit deal himself.

He promises Kroner a share
of the profits if he'll take the rap,

while Colby takes the million
and builds up the business.

Kroner gets out,
expecting his share of the gravy.

Instead, the lights go out.

If I use that kind of reasoning, I could think
of at least 50 motives why you killed Kroner.

The police have 5,000.

What were you trying to do tonight?

I wanted to see Bruno.

I thought I could startle Colby
into giving me his address,

but he doesn't startle so easily.

How can you be stupid enough
to believe all this?

Andrew is one of the finest men
I've ever known,

and he's certainly been
decent enough to you.

He may have carried his friendship
a little too far for my own good.

So you take out
the little corn-fed secretary,

prime her up with some fake sincerity and she
spills over with everything you want to know.

I know it's not going to be easy to convince
you that the things I said today were sincere.

It's just about the most hopeless
proposition you've ever faced.

Things are a lot more desperate
than you know.

I... I had to do something.

I must have looked
like the easiest way.

Look.

I'm gonna have to make another try
for Bruno's address tomorrow.

If you give me away, I'll be sunk,
in more ways than one.

Don't ask me for any promises.

She went straight to Regan's apartment.

I don't know how long
she stayed, I didn't wait.

I was afraid she had.

Why don't you forget that girl
and start thinking about Bruno?

She's not easy to forget.

I think a great deal of Noel, Charles.

If Bruno's back, you'll have something
else to worry about besides her.

The police might be very interested
in a statement from him.

It isn't like Noel to do anything
behind my back.

What are you gonna do about Bruno?

We don't have to do anything, yet.

I rather suspect
he'll telephone us tomorrow.

That will be plenty of time to decide.

- Hello?
- Mr. Andrew Colby, please.

Victor Bruno calling.

Just a minute, please.

You sure this ain't illegal?

Look, Emilio, haven't I
always been your friend?

- Sure.
- Didn't I graduate from law school?

- Sure.
- Didn't I get you $68.72 for your push cart?

- Not yet.
- Don't be so greedy.

Anyhow, if it hadn't been
for your push cart,

we wouldn't be doing this
in the first place.

- Yes?
- Colby?

This is Victor Bruno.

Oh, yes.

I heard you were
around here last night.

I didn't like what I read
in the paper about Kroner.

That was unfortunate.

Yeah, it will be
maybe unfortunate for you

if the police all of a sudden
find out where I am.

Yes, it would.

For $10,000, they don't find out.

Ten thousand?

That's a lot of money.

I've got a lot I could say.

At the moment, I don't have
that much money available.

I figure you will know where to get it.

Possibly.

Stop by at my home
tonight at 9:00.

Oh, no. No, no. I don't make
the same mistake that Kroner made.

You send it to me.

Where?

You know the place.

- Get the address.
- You remember the address?

Yes.

You're sure you know?

Yes, of course, I remember perfectly.

Now, listen, Bruno, I'll give you
the money on one condition.

I want you out of the country,
you and your wife.

With the money tonight, there'll be
two tickets to Mexico City. Use them.

Okay.

And be sure to have the money
there tonight, 8:30.

All right, but this is the last, Bruno.

Remember.

If you're going to start paying Bruno,
you'll never going to stop.

Don't be absurd, Charles,
that wasn't Bruno on the telephone.

What are you talking about?
Who was it?

Regan!

Or one of his friends.

- How do you know?
- I know these things, Charles.

That's why I'm such
an enormous success.

- Bruno was here last night.
- He wasn't here last night.

- What makes you so sure?
- Bruno has been dead for five years.

How did Regan know what he looked like?

Noel, of course.

She's the only one who could
have given him that description.

You never told me Bruno was dead.

I thought you'd be happier not knowing.

- How did he die?
- Protesting his innocence.

- What was Regan after?
- Bruno's whereabouts.

Either he's worrying too much
about this Kroner business

or he's trying a little blackmail.

Regan's no blackmailer.

Did you have Bruno killed?

- Don't be so inquisitive, Charles.
- I'm not inquisitive.

I don't want you to get the idea that
anything like that could happen to me.

What a curious thing to say.

I'm no Kroner and I'm no Bruno.

I don't disappear so easily.

I hope we'll have you here
for some time, Charles.

That's my plan, exactly, Andrew.

What are you going to do about Regan?

I've been thinking about that.

I want you to go to the bank, Charles,
and get that $10,000.

All right.

- After that...
- Yes?

We'll have to do something
I'm not going to like at all.

- What about the girl?
- What about her?

She's involved in this
as much as Regan.

Yes, it looks that way.

You don't like the idea
of getting rid of her, do you?

I don't like it at all.

But if I have to, I'll do it.

You know that, Charles.

Yes, I know that.

Silly of me to doubt it for a moment.

Oh, Noel,

there's something I'd like you to do
for me this evening, if you're not busy.

- All right.
- In the safe,

there's a large manila envelope
with $10,000 in it.

- Will you get it for me, please?
- Sure.

Then I'd like you to go down to the station
and get two tickets for Mexico City.

Deliver them with the money
to an address that I'll give you.

Oh, no, leave it open.

There are a few other things
I want to get.

Thanks.

It's for Victor Bruno.

You know, it's strange, Noel.

All my life I've worked
for only one thing:

Money, and the power that goes with it.

Right now I'm on the verge of getting
everything I ever wanted to have.

And yet, when I look around me,

I find there's only one person
I know I can really trust...

- Andrew, please...
- Even that's remarkable, Noel.

Very few people have anyone.

I wonder if you know
how much I appreciate it.

Well, it'll be nice to get back
to Paris again, won't it, Noel?

- We've always had a lot of fun there.
- Yes.

Andrew, you know...

that telephone call from Bruno?

Yes.

What about it, Noel?

Nothing, it's not important.

Be sure and get the tickets, Noel.

I will. I'm going right away.

She'll meet him some place
and then they'll go on together.

Why do you suppose she did it, Charles?

Did she fall in love with him,
was that the reason?

What difference does it make?

For a moment,
I thought she was going to tell me.

If she had,
I would've forgiven her, Charles.

That would've been a mistake.

Perhaps, but I would've forgiven her.

- Hadn't you better call the police?
- Yes, I guess I'd better.

Andrew, I'm not so sure
this is such a clever idea.

Aren't you, Charles? Why?

Well, granted, we can have them
picked up for stealing the money,

but that doesn't really
get them out of the way.

They'll find her fingerprints
on the safe.

They'll be arrested buying
two tickets to Mexico City.

You're mistaken, Charles.

I think it's very clever.

And, then, what if they're arrested
not merely for theft?

What if they're arrested for murder?

What are you talking about?

Whose murder?

Yours, Charles.

Lieutenant Damico, homicide.

When?

I see.

Right.

All right.

- Round up the homicide crew.
- Yes, sir.

And I'll need three extra men
for Grand Central Station.

Yes, sir.

Train number 8 arriving on track 3,

from Rochester, Syracuse, Rome,

Utica, Schenectady, and Albany.

Train number 21, the Ontario Lake Erie,
leaving on track 10.

- Okay.
- Schenectady, Utica,

Syracuse, Rochester, Buffalo.

Hello, son.

Leaving on track 7,
train number 29, the Niagara,

to Albany, Schenectady, Utica,

Syracuse, Rochester,
Buffalo, and Niagara Falls.

I'd like to make connections
to Mexico City.

Two, please,
leaving tonight, if possible.

- 309.78.
- Excuse me.

- Noel Faraday?
- Yes?

You're under arrest.

State express leaving on track 6...

- Come along with us.
- Hamilton, Sunnyside, and Toronto.

You're not going anyplace, Regan.
You're under arrest.

Wait a minute.
What are they doing with that girl?

Simmer down, buddy,
and don't cause any trouble.

Okay.

Make him look pretty.

How's it coming, Mike?

- What do you think?
- I'm having some photographs enlarged.

But the prints on the gun
look pretty much like Regan's.

- What about the prints on the safe?
- We're working on them now.

The medical examiner
just came in, Lieutenant.

Good.

- Hello, Damico. How's business?
- There's your body over there, Doc.

Oh, Lieutenant.
We've got Regan and the girl outside.

Keep them in the hall
till I call them in, Joe.

Okay.

Doc.

Okay.

You men are all through here?

- You've finished your pictures?
- I'm set.

Well, let's get this body
into the next room.

- Call the boys in.
- Right.

Let me know when you get
those prints on the safe, Mike.

Well, Mr. Colby,
looks like you guessed right.

We picked up the boy
and the girl at the station.

I hope you'll be able to get this
over with as quickly as possible.

I'm not anxious to hang around.

Regan, that was Charles!

Was is right.

You may as well relax.
Damico will call you when he wants you.

What happened to him?

Why are they holding us?

Because I'm the biggest
lunkhead of the year.

It never occurred to me
he'd take it out on you.

- Andrew?
- No lamebrain, our Andrew.

He's gotten rid of the last guy that
knew anything about the phony bond deal

and he's stuck us with the rap.

I go walking around in the clouds,
this guy digs a hole under me.

Oh, but he couldn't possibly hope
to get away with this.

No?

Why would we want to kill Charles?

Don't worry. With Colby tailoring the
evidence, it'll fit like a bathing suit.

He must have figured
you were in with me.

I'm sorry, Noel.

If I could get loose for five minutes,
I'd kick myself around the block.

All right, you two.
Damico's ready for you now.

Come along.

Get the lady's fingerprints.

Well, laughing boy, I thought
I told you not to leave town.

Give out, Damico.
What are the details?

Murder and grand theft.

And you haven't a short prayer
of getting out of it.

How does she figure in?

Oh, come now, Regan.
Let's not be ridiculous.

- Did you find the money?
- She had it on her.

She was buying two tickets
to Mexico City.

I suppose you wanted
a change of scenery.

You want to identify this, Mr. Colby?

Yes, that's the envelope.

I assume the $10,000 is the same.

- Get me a stenographer in here.
- He's right here, Lieutenant.

Fine.

Got anything to say yet, Regan?

I'm speechless with your efficiency.

Let's have it, Mr. Colby.

You understand that
this is very difficult for me.

Miss Faraday has been
my secretary for over six years.

Her father was one
of my dearest friends.

I understand.

Well, I...

I was up in my room doing some work
about an hour ago

when I heard a shot.

First, I thought it was
in my imagination,

but then I decided to investigate.

I found Charles dead on the floor,

with Regan's gun beside him,

and the safe was open.

But, Damico, that was his gun!

If you can't keep quiet,
we'll do this without you!

- I gave it back to him two days ago!
- Who saw you?

- Miss Faraday. She...
- Mh-hm.

Go ahead, Mr. Colby.

I realized that Miss Faraday was the
only person besides Charles and myself

who knew the combination to the safe.

Andrew, you had me open
the safe yourself!

A couple of nights ago, I happened
to overhear a conversation

between Mr. Regan
and Miss Faraday,

in which Mexico City was mentioned,

so when I called the police,
I told them that.

- Okay, thanks.
- She was buying two tickets

to Mexico City when we picked them up.

You already told me that.

What are you looking for, a promotion?

Lieutenant, he knows why I had
the money. He sent me for the tickets.

You'll get your chance
to talk later, Miss Faraday.

What are you trying to do, Andrew?

Everyone that's ever meant
anything to you:

Kroner, Charles, and now me.

- Lieutenant, this is very awkward for me.
- We're nearly finished, Mr. Colby.

Why do you believe him, Damico?
Only yesterday...

That was yesterday!

I'm not interested
in that case anymore.

Personally, I've got one
right here that suits me fine!

Look, what do you want,
the truth or a quick arrest?

- What's your story?
- This is a frame!

You get framed more
than any guy I ever met.

You're supposed to be a lawyer,
take a look at the evidence!

Oh, Damico!

You'd better change your charge.

The corpse is still alive.

Alive?

We won't have him forever,

but I may be able to string him
along through the night.

- Any chance of him coming to?
- If we don't move him.

Let me know the minute he comes around.

Is it all right if we leave him here,
Mr. Colby?

Of course.
Charles is my very dear friend.

I'll see about having him
moved upstairs.

- Don't let him near that room!
- You still running this case?

I'm telling you, Damico!
Don't let this guy near him!

Just a minute, Regan!

You're under arrest, you're not giving any advice
around here, just get that through your head.

He's been one of
my closest friends for years,

Naturally, I'd want to see him
before he dies.

The doctor says he can't be moved.

With him liable to pop off any minute, I'd
better wait around to have a talk with him.

Maybe we all better wait around.

Well, Damico's in his glory.

Two new suspects,
fresh blood on the floor...

- Regan?
- Hm?

Why couldn't we tell them about Bruno?

How do you think that will sound
from the witness stand?

I was trying to find a man
named Victor Bruno

because I was convinced that
the other killing I'd done was murder.

Colby figured on that one.

If only somebody could find him.

Bruno's probably dead, too.

Otherwise, how could Colby be sure
it wasn't Bruno on the phone?

Yes, I suppose so.

How could I be such a dope?

You?

I've been second guessing
the whole way.

Regan, the boy detective.

You couldn't have put your life
in worse hands.

Come on in, Regan. I want to ask you
a couple of questions.

- What about Charles?
- He's still out.

You needn't bother, Mr. Colby.

He's been dead for two hours.

Ever since you shot him.

You knocked him down.

Pick him up.

Tough break, Mr. Colby.

I really solved this one
from left field.

I've had Regan tailed
for the last three days.

I knew he wasn't here tonight.

It's quite a comfort to us taxpayers
to find our police department

in such competent hands.

Thanks, thanks so much.

Oh, personally, just to keep
the record straight,

what ever happened
to Kroner's million bucks?

That's funny.

That's what Kroner wanted to know.

Yes, very funny.

- Wait a minute.
- What do you think you're doing?

He still owes my client $68.72.

Well, you're a lawyer. Sue him!

That Damico is really the answer
to a maiden's prayer.

You're right.
He's a smart cookie.

But he doesn't catch everything.

- What's that?
- Two tickets to Mexico City.

Think we can use them?

Don't forget, you two, you'll have
to check with my department

if you're figuring
on leaving the country.