All language subtitles for Crime of Passion 1957_Eng

"Worried mother."
"Bewildered."
"Frightened."

"Tempted."
"Brokenhearted."
"Tormented."

Don't you ever get
any of these things signed,

"Radiant." "Euphoric."
"Tickled pink"?

I mean, there's got to be
some happy people
left in San Francisco.

Not if I can help it.

"Dear Kathy Ferguson,

"I read your wonderful
column every day,

"but now I need your help
and have no other one
to turn to.

"Would it be wrong for me to
run away with the man I love,
who is a wonderful man

"but my mother
does not like him?

"I make my own living.

"I want him so much,
I cannot stand it another day.

"So please tell me what to do.
Yours truly, Foolish 17.

"P.S. Everything is mixed up
because he already has a wife.

What should I do?"

Well, what do we tell
Foolish 17 to do?

Forget the man.
Run away with his wife.

Fergy!

Uh oh,
here it goes again.

What?

Nalence.

That Dana woman,
wanted in Los Angeles

for the killing of her husband.

Police there got a buzz
she's shacking up here

with a 5-cent ganef
named Giralda.

Two L.A. detectives flew in
and smoked this Giralda out
last night.

And the woman?

Not yet.

You hustle down
to headquarters,
see the Los Angeles law,

whip up a woman's angle
on the Dana babe.

You know, "I killed
him because I love him.

I love him because
I killed him."

You know, the regular dose
of Ferguson schmaltz.

Tomorrow morning?

Now.

Composing room.

Mr. Nalence.

Mr. Nalence,
there's a hole on page 10
waiting for my copy.

Yeah, we'll fill it in
with some of that cornball
from last month.

Nobody will know
the difference.

Dietrich?
Get me Dietrich.

Dietrich, I'm sending you
a new lead.

Dana woman was seen...

The following unassigned men
report to traffic:

"Benjamin, Verson, Dondy,

"Fragala, Holland,
S. Holland..."

Bester, questioning
in the Linder rape.

...Nolan, O'Mara,
Quayle, Salicitas..."

Coffee and sandwiches
for the press room.

I don't know. I've been
waiting for a half hour.

The law from Los Angeles
is Captain Charles Alidos

and Lieutenant William Doyle.

This is sure heavy.
Boy, you guys can sure eat.

"Pastrami on rye. Jason."

Gin, you idiot!

"Lox on bagel. Samson."

I'm blitzed.

Alidos. Alidos and Doyle.
L.A. homicide.

"Tongue on rye with pickle.
Samson."

$7.
One more?

You got me hooked.

"Turkey,
corned beef,

swiss cheese combination
on rye with mustard. Dean."

I said without mustard.

Without mustard?
It's good with mustard.

So you eat it.

Yeah, we're waiting
for a statement now.

I can't.
I don't like mustard.

Ha! Snow White!

Well, the entire cast.
Snow White, all the dwarfs,
and the witch.

I got here a cream cheese
and lox on a bagel. No name.

Where's Shevlin?

Went to the men's room
for a breath of fresh air.

Who asked for a cream cheese
and lox on a bagel, no name?

Hi, Fergy.

Did you ask for a cream cheese
and lox on a bagel?

I guess Nalence
gave you all I've got.

They're still sweating Giralda.

Did they get any more
out of him?

I think he's leveling.

Came in on his own steam
as soon as he heard that
that Dana woman was wanted.

Maybe he's just smart.

Well, somebody asked for cream
cheese and lox on a bagel.

Did you see the two detectives
from Los Angeles yet?

They're playing coy.

We sent word to them
that in San Francisco

the police talk as soon as
the press asks questions.

I'm Captain Alidos
from Los Angeles.

I'm here with my partner,
Lieutenant Doyle,
to do a job.

We were sent by
the Los Angeles authorities

to find a woman
wanted for murder,

not to give interviews
to the press.

When we've found her,
you'll hear about it.
That's all.

Just a minute.

You have your work
to do, we have ours.

Your work should be
raising a family,

having dinner ready for your
husband when he gets home.

Alright, already. Somebody
ordered a cream cheese
and lox on a bagel.

"Dear Mary Dana,

I write to you from
the heart of one woman
to the heart of another."

"Now you are deserted
by him

in whom you have placed
all your faith
and all your love."

"When we are alone,

"women tortured by fate,

betrayed by all men..."

"...where can we turn,

"except to the heart
and understanding
of another woman

who knows what you're suffering?"

"I feel for ya.

"I suffer with ya.

I want to help ya."

"Let me stand by your side
in your fight for justice
and compassion

"in a world made
by men and for men.

"Call me, Mary Dana,
and we will face
the world together.

"Call me!

Call me!"

"Call me!"

"Call me!"

"Call me!"

Miss Ferguson,
on the phone you said

you might know
where Mary Dana
could be found.

Oh, no, Captain.
You misunderstood.
Not "might know." I do know.

- Did she call you?
- She did.

Where is she?

We, uh, we've been reading
those open letters of yours.

- Have you been reading them?
- All right. Where is she?

Oh, I'm so glad you liked them.
They worked, didn't they?

You see, I felt if she were
approached with sympathy--

- Miss Ferguson.
- Oh, I beg your pardon, Captain.

You want to know
where the Mary Dana woman
can be found.

Well, uh,
before I tell you that,

there are one or two things
we should agree upon.

Miss Ferguson,

Mary Dana is wanted
for the murder
of her husband.

There is nothing to discuss,
nothing to agree upon.

You say you've talked to her,
you say you know where she's at,

you'll tell us,
and that'll be all.

Make me.

Oh, now, now, Miss Ferguson,
you wouldn't want to interfere
with our work.

Never mind.

Miss Ferguson,
either you tell us
what you know,

or I'll ask for your arrest:

Aiding and abetting
a fugitive wanted for murder.

You'll find the Dana woman
at that address.

I'll pick up a couple
of local homicide men.

You can stay here with her.
I'm not through with her yet.

Am I being detained,
Captain?

You could put it
that way.

But if you detain me,
Captain,

I won't be home in time
to fix my husband's dinner.

Uh, Miss Ferguson,
about the Captain, he, um,
he gets excited sometimes.

He didn't really mean
any of that.

You're free to leave
anytime you want.

I know,
but you're going with me.

Oh? Well, I wouldn't be
much help in fixing dinner
for your husband.

No. But you can help
bring the Dana woman in.

I don't like your Captain.

I gave him the address
of an old hook and eye shop.

By the time he gets back,

you'll have the Dana woman
booked, charged, wrapped up,

ready for the trip
back to Los Angeles.

Give me homicide, please.
Quick.

Oh, you don't need any help.
I'll go in first.
You make the arrest.

It might mean a promotion
for you when you get home.

I want to talk
to Captain Alidos.
this is Doyle from L.A.

Tell him to call me
when he comes in.
It's important. Yeah.

Well, that's a cute trick.
I toss an arrest
right into your hat and--

Yes, that's very nice of you,
Miss Ferguson.

But you don't
seem to understand.

Alidos and me, we're, uh,
we're kind of a team.

We were sent here
to do a job together,

and that's the way
it's going to be.

You won't get very far
that way.

Well, maybe I won't,
but I just try to do my job
the best way I can,

and try not to poke
the other fellow in the eye

with my elbow
while I'm doing it.

Oh, go ahead. This is
"Be kind to the Captain" week.

Hello, uh, Charlie?

Say, Charlie, there's been
a little bit of a mix-up.

You better get yourself
back here right away.
Yeah. Yeah.

Tell me, uh,

who handles you
for helping little old ladies
across the street?

Well, maybe you could
manage the job,

if your, uh,
husband wouldn't object.

Not if we let him arrange it
with your wife first.

There's no problem.

Oh?

No problem.

No?

In that case,
maybe we better arrange
these things ourselves, huh?

Have dinner
with me tonight?

Yes.

No, Bill, I don't think
I ever will get married.

Do you mind breaking that
down a little for me?

Why?

I guess I'm just curious,
that's all.

The police mind at work?

No, no, the police mind
is off-duty

until I meet Alidos
at the airport.

Oh, no. The policeman
may be off-duty,

but never the police mind.

You know,
I still don't get it.

You tell me now,

what better ambition than
to find a happy marriage,

have children and a home?

Propaganda. Not for me.

For "marriage,"
I read "life sentence."

For "home life,"
I read "T.V. nights,

beer in the fridge,
second mortgage."

Uh-uh, not for me.

For me, life has to be
something more than that.

Fishing trawler
going out to sea,

saying farewell.

A ship, a man, a woman,

all farewells.

But it's...

it's on its way.

Yeah, and so are you,
I guess.

And the way you turned
that Dana woman up...

front page.

Looks like you can
write your own ticket
from here on in.

For anything you wish.

Yes, it does.

Doesn't it?

Flight 721 from Seattle
now arriving...

Feeling sorry for her?

I've always felt sorry for her.

I feel sorry for all people
who make fools of themselves.

I should think that dealing
three bullets to your husband
when he isn't looking

is more than making
a fool of yourself.

She just didn't use her brains.

Kathy, I've been
in police work a long time.

Murder always starts down
in here, the part that has
nothing to do with the brain.

American Airlines flight 892
for Los Angeles,

now boarding at gate 7.

All aboard, please.

The Black Maria special.

Goodbye, Bill.

I'm glad I met you.
I like you.

I don't think
you'll get very far,

but you're a nice guy

and I like you.

Tell me, Bill,

how many elbows
have you had poked
in your eye?

Kathy...

Passenger John Dunbar.
Passenger...

Remember me?
We came to pick up
a package.

...to the American Airlines
ticket desk.

Sure you won't change your mind?

Not a chance.

We can match the New York deal.

All you can offer is money.

Goodbye, Mr. Nalence.
I think I'll remember you.

Well, I guess the readers
will miss you, anyway.

Oh, that's all right.

Just use some of that cornball
from last month.

Nobody will know the difference.
Goodbye.

Gonna be working
for McLean in New York.

Uh-huh.

Know him well.

Must be a great newspaperman.

Sure he is.

Tell him "drop dead."

You happy, kid?

Delirious.

- You don't look
so happy, kid.
- I'm fighting it.

All week long, like you've
been hearing voices.

"Chloe. Chloe."
You know what I think, kid?

Don't think so much, kid.
It's bad for your work.

Yeah.
She's going to miss you.

Who?

Your desk.

Oh, yeah.

Do me a favor, kid.
Use it after I leave.

- Sure.
- Thanks, Bill.

Bill?

The name's Sam.
Remember?

Hello?

Miss Ferguson?

Yes.

Los Angeles calling.
One moment, please.

Kathy. This is--

Yes, uh,

yes, I know, I know.

Well, how are you?

Oh, fine.
How are you?

Fine.

Well, that's good.

Hello?

Dropped the phone.

- Well, here we are.
- Oh.

Well, I, uh...

I read you're going
to New York.

Um...

yes, uh...

tonight.

Tonight?

Well...

well, I just called
to wish you luck and...

Oh, thanks, Bill.

I thought maybe

you could sort of, uh,
stop over in Los Angeles

a couple of hours.
Have dinner with me?

You think
maybe you could?

Oh, Bill,
I would love to.

Good. Good.
I'll meet you at--

But--but I'm taking
the non-stop from here--

Listen, I'll call the airline
and reroute your ticket.

Oh,

could you do--
uh, I'm supposed to
leave at 6:00 and--

Ah, leave it to me, Kathy.
I'm not a cop for nothing.

Oh, Bill.

- Do you love me,
darling?
- Oh, yes, yes.

Now, with the authority
vested in me

as a justice
of the city of Los Angeles,
county of the same,

I do hereby pronounce you
man and wife.

Congratulations, Bill.

Oh, thanks.

That's the best pinch
you've made this year.

I wish you every happiness,
my dear.

And whenever you have your
little problems, I want you
to feel that I'm your friend.

I feel it already.

Well, what do you think
of the neighborhood?

Oh, right now I'm not thinking
about the neighborhood.

Oh, Mr. Doyle.

Kathy, this is Mrs. London.

She, uh, she comes
in once a week.

How do you do, Mrs. London?

How do you do, Mrs. Doyle?

I wanted to be finished
before you--
but I can come back next week.

Oh, that's all right, Mrs. London.

Mr. Doyle had me sew
new curtains for you.

Oh, thank you.
They're lovely.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, Mr. Doyle,
your office called.
Robbery Division.

They wanted you
to call them back.

Oh, well, uh,

you forgot to
give me the message.

I forgot to give
you the message.

That's right.

Well...

Thank you for everything,
Mrs. London.

Yes, ma'am.

Good luck.

Oh, thank you.

The beds are turned down.

I, uh...

I like your Mrs. London.

She thinks
of the right things.

Happy marriage, Bill.

Happy marriage, darling.

It, uh, it wasn't
much of a wedding, was it?

Best I ever had.

Who are you?

- Hmm?
- Who are you?

I know your name,
your age, where you work,
and what you do.

But I don't know you.
What do you dream about?

What are your favorite colors?
What music do you like?

What kind of
a little boy were you?

How many times
have you been in love?

No, no, no, don't answer that.
I don't want to know.

Oh, Bill,
I do love you.

I never thought I...

here I am,
with only one ambition left:

to make you happy.

And I will, darling, I will.

I...

I just want to be a good wife
and do things for you,
and I...

I hope...

I hope all your socks
have holes in them,

and I can sit
for hours and hours
darning them.

I, uh,

I have other plans for you.

Oh?

You, uh, didn't bring
very much down with you,
did you?

Well, I...

I don't think
I'll need very much

for a while.

Thank you very much.

Down here is the
headquarters desk.

Hi.

Hiya, Bill.

We didn't go in there.

Well, that's
Inspector Pope's office.

He's in charge of what's called
the special detective bureau.

That takes in
a lot of divisions.
He's the boss man.

Oh!

Now the headquarters desk
is the 24-hour nerve center.

For example,
homicide is only on call
until 1:00 a.m.,

but through the desk,
why, we work 24 hours a day.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry, dear.

What happened to Marge
in last week's I Confess?

She left Sam.

For Patrice's husband?

For Susan's husband.

- No!
- Yes.

Darling little place.
All you and Bill ever need.

Oh, I'm sure
you'll be very happy.

Oh, my, yes.

He's a wonderful man.

You're a very lucky girl.

Yes, very.
The captain thinks
the world of him.

Charlie? Oh, Charlie's
a wonderful man.

Tom always tells me
how much he thinks
of Charlie.

"Mary," he says,

"Charlie is one of
the most wonderful men
I've ever worked with."

Oh, my, yes.

You know, the captain
gets along very well
with all the men he works with.

That's why
he's so well-liked.

Well-liked?
Why, the men adore him.

And believe me,
that speaks well
for the wife.

You know the old saying:
"the apple never falls
far from the tree."

Last night our T.V.
went flooey.

Do you know we're getting
a new 36-inch?

- No!
- Mm-hmm. Yes.

36 inches?

Yes.

Warren thinks I'm going
to take the fall.

- It's the pension.
- Yeah, that's it. The pension.

By the way, Charlie,
heard anything new about
changes in the pension rules?

- Nothing serious.
- Rates staying the same?

Up 2 percent maybe,
but it'll still stay

40 percent of full
salary after 20 years,

50 percent after 25.

I'll do my 20
and take my 40.

Mathematically,
you're better off
doing a 25.

- You figure on
doing the 25?
- Yeah. I only got 15 to go.

I think Bill's smart.

I'd sooner spend
the extra 5 years
on the greens, making birdies.

It's worth the 10 percent.

It's none of my business, Art,
but I think you're wrong.

Art, you're wrong.
Charlie's right.

Of course Charlie's right.

He's right, Art.
You know Charlie's right.

Of course,
Charlie is right.

And that always speaks
so well for the wife,
doesn't it?

You know that old saying,
"the apple never
falls far from the tree."

Hi, darling.

I'm sorry, angel.

What kept you?

- Remember that Kamen squeal
I told you about?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I figured it
was an inside job,
so I fixed a nice quiet plant.

It exploded this morning.

- Good results?
- Right down the line.

You'll read about it tonight.

Oh, my hero.

Well, stop looking
so pleased with yourself.
Let's have some lunch.

- Sorry, Mrs. Doyle.
- Now what?

Alidos,
he's steaming,
the Kamen job.

- Something blow up?
- Only Charlie.

Just got a call
from Inspector Pope

for a full report on the squeal.

He doesn't know what
it's all about.

He stalled Pope.
He's screaming for you.

Wants you in his office
pronto for a run-down.

It just broke this morning.
I'll finish the paperwork
after lunch.

You know Alidos, Bill.
I'd come now if I were you.

It's all right, darling.

I'm sorry, angel.

See you.

Mmm. I like
cream cheese and olive.

I'm getting fat.

Pass.

I'll take 3.

I better get in shape
for Alice Pope's
anniversary dinner.

Alice Pope?
She is such a lovely woman.

Oh, my, yes.

Lovely woman. No airs.
Inspector's wife,
and all that. No airs.

One.

When the captain takes 1,
I run.

Give me 1.

Mmm. That cream cheese
and olive does look good.

I'm getting hippy.

Make it the last hand, boys.

Yes, make it
the last hand, boys.

I raise.

Stay.

Too rich for me.

10s and 7s.

Doesn't that cream cheese
and olives look good, Sara?

Oh, my, yes.

Not enough.
Made the flush. Clubs.

Coffee's on, fellas.

Once more around.
Do you mind, Mrs. Doyle?

Well, the coffee
will get cold.

It won't take long.

Your husband just
did me in for a big one.
I want a little revenge.

Why don't we have
the coffee first,
and then you can come back?

Look, Kathy,
it'll only take
a few minutes.

My deal, Bill.

Bill thinks it'll be
a lot easier to win
when you deal.

Yeah, that's right.

The Captain's fond of him,
you know.

He's a wonderful man.

I, uh, think I will take
another cream cheese
and olive.

Well, of course, the Captain and I
have always been very friendly
with Tony and Alice.

Oh, that's Inspector
and Mrs. Pope, you know.

Open.

Wasn't that a wonderful
story in the news

about Charlie
and Inspector Pope?

Story?

The one where
the Inspector praised Charlie

for his wonderful
work on the Kamen job.

Oh, yes.

2.

Dealer takes 3.

The Inspector thinks
the world of Charlie.
You can see that.

Well, why not?
He's a brilliant man.

- Brilliant.
- Oh, my, yes.

Your bet, Bill.

Well, as I was saying,
we always have been very
friendly with the Popes,

but I must confess
I was truly surprised

when we got
the mailed invitation
to their home

for their anniversary dinner.

Oh!

I'm sure it will be wonderful.

Commissioner Warren's
going to be there.

I heard the mayor
will be there.

Do you know that
the Captain insisted

that I have a new dress
made for the affair?

I'll raise.

Who's making the dress
for you, Sara?

Oh, I have a little woman.

Hmm, they're always
the best.

You have to watch them
every minute of the way, though.

Tell them exactly what you
want and how to do it.

Design the whole
thing yourself.

How many did you draw?

- One.
- Not enough!

Like this.

Scoop neck, beaded top,
iridescent beads,

very petite, like little
tiny flowers on chiffon.

- Chiffon.
- Lavender chiffon.

I pass.

- Over taffeta.
- Absolutely stunning.

- Just stunning.
- Oh, my, yes.

How many did you draw?

- Cream cheese and olive.
- Iridescent beads.

Beaded top.

Excuse me.
I'm sick.

Ka--

Kathy.

I didn't hear you get up.

Feeling better?

Yes.

Can I get you something?

No.

Glass of milk?

No, thanks.

Might help you sleep.

What's the matter,
angel?

Please.
Don't call me "angel."
I loathe it.

Is there anything...

Are you sure
you're all right?

Stop talking down to me
as though I were
an idiot child!

Of course I'm all right!

Easy now. Maybe it isn't
as bad as all that.

It's worse.

It's worse than that.

I can't stand
another night of it,

not another minute.

Sara Alidos
and the Captain.

Iridescent beads
and lavender chiffon.

The Inspector and Mrs. Pope.

"That's Tony and Alice,
you know."

"Oh, Sara,
you will look stunning!"

"Oh, Sara,
the men adore the Captain!"

"Oh, Sara, the Captain
is such a brilliant man!"

Well, I despise them.

I despise all that
crawlers around them.

I won't be one,
and I won't let
my husband be one!

Is this what you
have to look forward to?
This--this mediocrity?

This waiting
to be wrapped away
in mothballs of a pension?

2 percent up
and 2 percent down?

Don't you
have any ambition?

- Don't you want to--
- Darling, darling, don't, don't.

All I want, nothing else,
is to make you happy.

Oh, Bill, Bill,

I am happy.

Maybe if--if I didn't
love you so much,

I'd be happier.

But I want you
to be somebody!

Not for my sake,
but for yours!
For yours!

Kathy,

Kathy, you listen to me.
Try to understand.

- I love you, Kathy.
- Oh.

All these jobs, positions,
ratings, it's all nothing.

I do this because
it gives us a living.

Because it makes it possible
for us to live in peace
and security.

Because it makes it possible
for us to be together.

That's what's important.
That's all that matters.

Oh, Bill.

Oh! Oh, Bill!

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

Are you sure?

Uh-huh.

Can--can you
come out?

Oh, yes. Of course.

You're sure
you're all right?

Oh, yes. Please,
don't worry.

Oh!

How awful. You'll have
to be towed in.

Oh, that's all right.
I'm just grateful
I didn't hit you.

My house is right here
on the corner if you'd like
to use the telephone.

That would be
very kind of you.

I'm supposed to meet
my husband for lunch.

Oh, of course.
But I'd be happy
to drive you to him.

Oh, no. That would be too much
of an imposition.

I'm to meet him downtown,
Los Angeles
police headquarters.

Police headquarters?

Yes, he's a detective
in the Central Division.

Lieutenant William Doyle.

Well, now, this is indeed
a strange coincidence.

I am Mrs. Anthony Pope.

My husband is inspector
of that division.

It is a small world,
after all.

Yes.

Well, this is one accident

we won't have to worry
about reporting to the police.

They'll hear
about it soon enough.

Well, come on.
Come with me.

Thank you.

Oh, you must be really
shaken up. I'm sorry.

No, it was my own fault.

I haven't anybody
to blame but myself.

I'm sorry.

And then she said,

"I don't think we'll have
to report this accident
to the police.

They'll learn about it
soon enough."

Is that what I said?

I thought it was very amusing.

Very funny.

I must have been in shock.

Times like that,
we're never really aware
of what we're saying or doing.

Here's your drink,
Mrs. Doyle.

Well, I always drive
very carefully.

Actually, the first thing
I can clearly remember

is sitting here
with Mrs. Pope--

- Alice.
- With Alice...

I think driving is
a great responsibility,
don't you?

...and getting Bill
on the phone.

You know, that I've been
driving for 20 years now.

And I've never
had an accident.

All right, Sara,
leave it alone.

Not one. Maybe
a few near misses,

but nothing that was ever
really my fault. Never.

You mustn't
be discouraged, Sara.

You must keep on trying.

And I got Bill on the phone,

and I said "Bill, I can't
meet you for lunch because--"

No, dear.
You said, uh,

"Bill, you'd better go
right out and get your lunch

"because I've just driven up
Mrs. Pole's telephone pope."

Thank you.

Well, dinner everybody.

Darling, finish your drink,
and bring Kathy in.

Come on. Come on.

Well, watch out.

You really had a very
narrow escape, you know.

Might have been
seriously injured.

It's my own fault.

I cut the corner instead
of making a proper turn.

Well, that happens.

Especially if you're
trying to cut corners.

You were supposed to meet
your husband for lunch?

Mm-hmm.

I understand you live
in the valley, Mrs. Doyle?

And so, what was I doing

on the other side
of town in Westwood?

Isn't that the next question?

No, it's not.

I think I'll save that question

for another time.

A time, perhaps,
when I might really need it.

By that time, Inspector,

I should have a very
satisfactory answer.

I'm sure you will.

Shall we?

And frankly, Kathy,
for some time now, I,

I haven't been feeling
too well, and so--

What's wrong?

Oh, nothing serious.
Just...

Fatigue, I guess.

Anyway,

Tony and I decided
that for his birthday

we'd spend a quiet weekend
in Palm Springs,

just the two of us.

Well, you ought to stay
at least a week.

The rest would be good
for both of you.

If only I could
persuade Tony.

Well, you know, if you go
just for the weekend,

Tony will want to be back
at the office on Monday,

but--
I have an idea.

Why don't you give Tony
a birthday party
on Saturday night?

A party?

And then insist he drive
to Palm Springs on Sunday.

I see.
Then he might stay.

Do you really think--

Ouch!

Do you really think
he might?

Well, you know that all men
are like little boys

at a birthday party,
especially a surprise.

He'll enjoy having his friends
around him on that night

and he won't be able
to refuse you
anything you ask.

Oh, I wonder if he
would agree to that.

You leave everything to me.

Just pretend you're going
to Palm Springs.

And then that way,
it will really be a surprise.

Yes. I could make up
a guest list.

You just leave
everything to me.

- Mrs. Warren?
- Hello?

This is Kathy Doyle.

Mrs. Doyle.

- How are you?
- Good. And you?

Oh, fine, thank you.

Oh, Alice Pope and I
are giving the Inspector

a surprise birthday party,
Saturday night.

Their place?

Yes. At home.
And Alice was wondering
if you and the Commissioner--

Saturday night?
Yes. We'd love to come.

Oh, that would be wonderful.

Tell Alice--

Yes. Yes, I'll tell her.

Thank you so much.

Goodbye.

Hello?

Hello, Kathy?
This is Sara Alidos.

Oh, hello, Sara.

I've been calling your number
for over an hour, now,

but your line's
been so busy and--

Well, I--I had
a few calls to make.

Well, the Captain suggested
that we might drive

to Palm Springs together
on Friday.

You know,
use only one car.

Oh?

You're going to Palm Springs?

Why, of course.
Saturday is the--

Oh, I thought you,

you might have heard
that the Captain decided

we'd spend the weekend
on the desert.

No.

Well, he's been feeling
a little tired lately and...

Kathy,

you haven't heard anything
about going to Palm Springs?

No. But, uh,

we couldn't go.

As a matter of fact,

I was trying to get you
on the phone

to see if you were free
over the weekend.

Are you sure
you won't change your plans?

No. No, I don't want
to disappoint the Captain.

Well, goodbye, Kathy.

Goodbye, Sara.
And have a nice weekend.

I just don't understand

what could've happened
to Sara and Charlie.

When I talked to Sara,

she said she couldn't change
her plans for the weekend.

Oh, she might at least
have called me.

I-I think I ought to speak
to her when she--

Oh, I wouldn't do that, Alice.
It might embarrass her.

Well, I suppose it would.

Alice, a wonderful party.
Everything's just perfect.

Well, I'm afraid I can't
take any of the bows.

- They all belong to Kathy.
- Oh!

Well--well, if I should
ever be rash enough

to admit to another birthday,
Mrs. Doyle,

I'll have you arrange
the party for me,

even if I must get
a warrant to do it.

Bill! Bill!

Darling, the Commissioner
threatens me with a warrant

to arrange a party for him.

And I wouldn't put it past you

to make my own husband
serve it.

Well, I'm a police officer,
ma'am.

If the Commissioner
orders me to make an arrest,

I guess I'll have to do it.

Excuse me. I think
I need a lawyer.

You're in Central Division,
Doyle?

That's right.
I have been for a while.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- For what?
- For the party.

Oh, that was Alice's idea.

A better idea than Palm Springs.

A better idea for your friends.

They can be with you.

But not all of them.

Tell me.
Where'd you meet Doyle?

San Francisco.
The Dana case.

Oh, yes. I remember that.
You were the newspaperwoman...

Mm-hmm. Yes.

- A smart piece of work.
- Thank you.

You, uh...

doing anything now?

Only what every other
wife does.

No. Not you.

Not a woman like you.

There must be something more.

I used to think so, too,
until I met Bill.

I'm stubborn.
I can't buy that.

Why not?

Why isn't it enough
for me now just to be a--

Yes. I know you love
your husband.

But whatever it was
that drove you along
in your newspaper work,

whipped you into doing
the things you did.

You were you then.
You're the same you now.

That you isn't going to make

a very easy settlement
with life.

Oh, I don't know.

What else has life got to
offer in the final settlement?

Maybe the answer
might be found

in a file I keep
in my office.

Strange offenses committed
by seemingly normal people,

all of them searching
for an answer.

I'd like to see that file.

I'd be very happy
to show it to you.

Thank you, Inspector.

Most of them seem to be women.

Maybe because women reason
with life only just so far.

Frustration can lead them
quickly to violence.

I agree.

Right now, frustration
is threatening to lead me
to violence.

Ever since I've come
in this room,

I've been dying to ask you
about that picture.

May I see it?

Taken 18 years ago.

You've changed...
a lot.

And not only on the outside.

What were you like then?

I don't even know
what I'm like now.

Oh, no. No. Not you.

You knew what you were then.
You know what you are now.

You know yourself.

And you know everything
there is to know

about people.

Yes, there are people
like us.

You once told me

I'm the same woman now
that I was in San Francisco.

Yes?

Well, I've a confession
to make.

I've begun to look
for an escape.

Hours of free time.

Going through
these files with you.

From time to time,
I find interesting cases.

I'd like to talk
to you about them,

from time to time.

And I don't know what's
got into Charlie lately.

Chews me out
every chance he gets.

Like tonight,

a simple pinch,
but back at the office,

why he rips me up and down
in front of the boys, too.

"Where'd I leave
my brains?"

And "don't I know enough
not to get in the way
of the evidence?"

And "maybe I'm getting
too big for my britches."
So...

so, I just stood
there and took it.

- Bill.
- Yeah?

I want you to quit.

Quit what?

I want you to quit
the department.

I don't understand,
Kathy.

I want your work
to be less demanding,
quieter duties.

And we can have that
if you go into
the Beverly Hills police.

There's no problem
for you to join
the Beverly Hills department.

Oh, no, but--but why?

Because it's quieter there.

No crimes, homicide,
violence.

Oh, yeah, but Kathy,

do you realize what quitting
the department would mean?

I've put in 10 years
in Los Angeles.

I've got something
that only years can buy.

Seniority.

And if I go to Beverly,
why, it would mean
starting all over again.

But I can't take this anymore.

I go crazy every time
you're called out
on an emergency.

Oh, you know I can
take care of myself.

Until the one time
your luck runs out.

Oh, darling. Darling,
I want you with me more.

And we can have that
if you go into Beverly.

Well, darling, I didn't realize
how you...

Sure, sure.

It's not that important,
if it means this much to you.

Oh, Bill.

Never mind.

Maybe it's just nerves.

No. No, I'll put in for my
resignation in the morning.

Like you say,

no problem for me to make
the Beverly Hills police.

I don't want to do anything
to make you unhappy.

I love you so much.

The only way you can
make me unhappy

is to stop loving me like that.

You know, Kathy,

there's something going on
that I don't understand.

I never thought Inspector Pope
took such an interest in me.

What happened?

Oh, about the resignation,

he wants us to think it over.

Why me?

He said he'd been thinking
of making some changes
in Central Division.

What kind of changes?

He didn't say.

But something about
my working closer with him.

I told him that my mind
was already made up,

but that I'd talk it over
with you.

He said to tell you
that he personally asked

that we reconsider.

Oh, darling,
I've been selfish,
horribly selfish.

Tony Pope likes you,
is interested in you,

and you'll be happy
working with him

and that's all that matters.

Are you sure it's alright?

Oh, yes, darling.

Very sure.

Hi.

Home is the traveler.

Hello, darling.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You don't look quite right.

Oh, just a little headache,
that's all.

Something worrying you?

No. No.

Hungry?

Oh, maybe some
ham and eggs, huh?

You get comfortable.
I'll fix them.

Everything go all right
in Phoenix?

Yeah, routine.

Drove all the way in
without stopping.

I, uh, wanted to get home.

You know, since
I've been working for Pope,

I've been more
of a traveling salesman

than a police officer.
Work everywhere but L.A.

Do you realize that
in the last month,

I've been on out-of-town
assignments 3...

What's this, Kathy?

Kathy, what is this?

"Don't think you are
fooling anyone, Kathy Doyle.

"Don't think it isn't
clear to anyone

with half an eye,
except your blind husband."

What is this?
Who wrote it?

I-I don't know.

There've been 3 of them.
I didn't want you upset.

Listen, I want it all.
Some woman wrote this, right?

I want to know who it was.

I knew this would happen.
That's why I wanted us
to get away from here.

I knew there would be gossip--

Gossip! Gossip?
About what?

About Tony Pope and me.

Tony Pope?

Will you tell me who wrote it?

Will you please tell me
who wrote it?

It must have been Sara.

Sara and Charlie Alidos,

they hate me,
they hate both of us

because of Tony and Alice Pope.

Bill!

Bill!

Bill!

Bill, please
don't do anything.

Bill!

No admission, eh?

We figure maybe
we can get one.

How?

According to
your own report,

he's out-thought
and out-talked you

five ways from the middle.

Well, he--he likes
to talk.

Words roll out like marbles.

We figure if we let him
run off at the mouth--

Get him! Come on!

Are you crazy?
Give me a hand!

The next--next time
you mention my wife's name,

I come after you with my gun.

"Lieutenant William Doyle,

"charged with
pre-meditated attack

"upon superior officer,
Captain Charles Alidos.

Witnesses:
Sergeants James and Jules."

- Sergeant James.
- Yes, sir.

Stand by your chair, please.

You were present last night

when this alleged attack
took place.
Now, what happened?

Well, uh,

Sergeant Jules and I
were going over a squeal
with Captain Alidos,

when Lieutenant Doyle came
busting into the office.

What do you mean,
"came busting
into the office"?

Well, sir, I mean--

Did Lieutenant Doyle
kick in any doors?

Oh, no, sir.

Did Lieutenant Doyle
tear down any walls?

No, sir.

Did Lieutenant Doyle

force his way into
the office in any manner?

No, sir.

Then I can't understand
what you mean by

"busting" into the office.

An unfortunate choice
of words, sir. I...

I mean to say Lieutenant Doyle
came into the office.

Yes, I see.

There is a difference.

When you say a man comes
"busting" into a room,

there is the implication
of violence.

Don't you agree?

Yes, sir.

All right, James.
Continue.

Well, Lieutenant Doyle
came in the office.

Captain Alidos was seated
on the corner of the desk.

He looked up when he saw
the Lieutenant, and...

Go on.

Well, sir, I think
I noticed the Captain

make a sort of a

move with his hand.

What kind of move?

As though he might be...

like he was reaching
for his gun, sir.

Sergeant Jules?

Yes, sir.

Did you see the Captain
move for his gun?

Well, sir, I--I don't remember.

But after Lieutenant Doyle
struck the Captain,

the gun did come out
of the holster.

You saw him get his gun
out of his holster?

Well, no, sir.
But I knocked it
out of his hand.

I see.

All right, James,
you saw the Captain
reach for his gun.

This was after
Lieutenant Doyle made
the alleged attack?

Oh, no, sir.

Just as Lieutenant Doyle
came busting--

uh, came
into the room, sir.

You're saying, then,

the Captain reached
for his gun

before the alleged attack.

Well, yes, sir, but--

But what?

Nothing, Inspector.

Captain Alidos.

Did you reach
for your gun

before Lieutenant Doyle
launched the alleged attack?

You keep saying, sir,
"the alleged attack."

There is nothing alleged
about the way my face looks.

You haven't answered
my question.

I, uh, I don't remember.

Sergeant James testified
that you reached for your gun.

I heard him.

I might have.
I-I don't remember, I...

I saw Doyle
come busting in.

Yes, sir, busting in,
with clear intent
to attack me.

I--I might have reached.
I'm--I'm not sure.

You say he came in

with clear intent
to attack you.

Now, why...

why would you expect
the Lieutenant to attack you?

May I speak to you
alone a minute, sir?

Please, wait outside.

All right, Bill.
What happened?

I don't know whether
or not Alidos did go
for his gun.

I did come

"busting in" with the intent
of beating him up.

I guess he knew it
when he saw my face.

He and his wife,
they, uh...

well, they've been spreading
some vicious gossip
about Mrs. Doyle and...

some man.

Did he mention the man's name?

It doesn't matter.

None of it's true.

Just Captain Alidos, please.

This is messy business.

An attack against a fellow officer

cannot be justified.

On the other hand, neither
can we find justification

for indiscriminate gunplay
in the squad rooms.

This entire issue
is muddied and, uh...

a disgrace to both of you.

It's my feeling that a full
hearing of this case

could serve no purpose,
except to damage, unjustly,

the prestige of the department.

I suggest we consider
the incident closed.

Sorry to...

Get you out of bed, Kathy?

Oh, that's all right.

Heard from Bill?

He called earlier.

Expects to be home
tomorrow evening.

What's wrong, Tony?

It's Alice.

She...

hasn't been well lately.
You know that.

Nothing we can
put our fingers on. It's...

it's just...

she's been in Mercy Hospital
for two days now.

Observation.

What do the doctors say?

That it's all up to me.

I don't understand, Tony.

Alice isn't...

well, she...

just can't take
the tension much longer.

You're married to a detective.

You know what I mean.

Pressure and worry
over the years.

She just can't stand it off
any longer.

The doctors tell me she needs

a complete release from tension.

That's the way they put it.

All day, I've been trying

to find the right thing to do.

We can still have
a lot of good years together.

Guess I owe Alice
that much.

Yeah.

Only one thing I can do.

Retire.

Isn't easy.

Can't see much life
without the department.

It's been my life, all of it.

All those years.
Funny.

Where'd they go?

One morning you wake up,
look in the mirror,
and you...

Well, we're always
living in tomorrow.

Tomorrow, the department
will still be there.

I'll be gone.
There'll be another man,

another inspector.

Inspector Doyle.

Inspector William Doyle.

Doyle.

Yeah, Bill
might be a choice.

Might in time.

Might.

Yeah.

A word for Bill,
and he...

Oh, Kathy,
I feel just wonderful.

No thanks
to the doctors, though.
Probe, pinch, push.

Best medicine was Tony,
when he told me he'd retire.

You know what
this can mean for Bill.
Of course, you do.

Is Tony coming up there
this afternoon?

He's very busy with
last-minute arrangements.

We're leaving for Honolulu
next week, you know.

Next week?

I know I'll love Hawaii.
But I'll miss you.

We'll both miss you, Kathy.

I'll miss you, too.
But I'm so happy for you.

Take care of yourself.
I'll call you tomorrow.

Los Angeles police department.

Inspector Pope, please.

Who's calling Inspector Pope?

Mrs. Pope.

Hello, Alice.

Tony, I used her name
because I've called you
three times and you--

I told you--

I must talk to you.

There are people in my office.

I don't care what anybody thinks.
Not now.

All right.
Meet me at Barkley's at 3:00.

All right. All right,
I'll meet you there
in 15 minutes.

It's important that we--

Hello? H-Hello?

Tony, you can't do this to me,
not after you--

Not so loud.

Now, listen to me.
Ever since that night,
I've been sick.

I don't like what I did,
because of Bill.

All right, it happened.

I'll figure it as my fault.
But that's the end of it.

That night, anything happened,
anything said, the end of it.
You follow me?

You're not putting Bill
in for the job.

I'm not putting Bill
in for the job.

But you promised, Tony.
You promised--

Pillow talk.

I've got a responsibility
to the department.

I won't sell that out
for something we both stole.

Bill's not good enough
for the job.

He just isn't.
That's all there is to it.

Who is your man?

Charlie Alidos.

I've been preparing him
for the job for years.

Good man, Charlie.

Made a mistake
when I transferred him out.

Now, if I have
to apologize to him,
that's all right, too.

Apologize.

Alidos.

Man for the job.

Apologize.

Alidos.

Man for the job.

Man for the job.

Man for the job.

You all right, madame?

May I get you...

you are feeling all right?

You don't look so...

A drink?
Maybe you should
have a drink.

You know...

all of a sudden,
you were so...

I don't know.

You're, you're very kind.
Yes, a drink.

Bacon almost ready?

- You said ham.
- Ham?

Ham and eggs.
Now you say bacon.

I thought I said--

Why don't you
say what you want?
I'm not a mind reader.

Aw, what's
the difference, honey?

Bacon is bacon.
Ham is ham.
That's the difference.

I told you,
it doesn't matter.

Don't tell me what matters.
Just tell me what you want.

Kathy, look, this is silly.
So all right, I'll eat the ham.

Oh, don't be such a martyr.
Eat whatever you like.

Give it to him.

Give it to him.

In the middle.
In the middle.

Give it to him.

Let him have it.
Hit him.

A radio call.
We got to roll to headquarters.

Drugstore on Alameda.

How many of them?

Two. One's in the hospital.
I had to throw a couple of
slugs into his legs.

The other one's in interrogation
with Lieutenant Nelda.

Any make on them?

Tom's down at R & I now.

Druggist dead?

Yeah.
Caught four in the chest.

Both guns?

Yeah. Both blasted.
Shootin' gallery.

They high?

Yeah. Loaded.

We figure it's the same pair
that's been hitting the drugstores

in Central this last month.

Any statement?

Not yet.

But they'll come through.
We got 'em cold.

Well, I think it'll just be a few minutes,
Kathy, but if it looks rough, why,

Tom'll take you home, OK?

Inspector Pope been notified?

Yeah.

We'll be in interrogation.

Right.

Sure is terrible, Mrs. Doyle.

Young fellows, too.
Never think.

Hardly shaved yet.

If I had my way, anybody
caught selling them guns,

the gas chamber.

Where are they?

Interrogation, sir.

Yes, ma'am.
Murder, that's what it is.

Taking kids hardly
out of high school yet,
putting guns in their hands.

The sellers, they're the ones.

They're the real killers.

If I had my way, pass the law,
the gas chamber.

And make it stick, I would.

May I have some water, please?

Certainly.

Here you are, ma'am.

Thank you.

Well, looks like
a rough night, Kathy.
Better have Tom take you home.

I'll go alone.

Tom can bring you home
when you're finished.

Are you sure you don't mind?

Good night.

What are you doing here?

I've got to talk to you.

It's no use.

You've got to listen to me!
It's important!

Tony. Tony, it isn't just
the job for Bill anymore.

Now it's all mixed up with me,
inside, living with myself.

Tony, you've got to leave me
some justification
for what I did.

I need it. I need it
to be able to go on
living with Bill,

to be able to look at myself,
to be able to...

Tony...

Tony, I beg you.

Listen, ever since the day
you had your little accident,
we haven't fooled each other.

You dealt the cards,
I played them as they came.

All right. All right, Tony.
If you can't say the word
for Bill,

then just don't put in for anybody.
Just, just leave it alone.

There's a good chance
Bill might get the job anyway,

but not if you say,
"I want Alidos."

I do want Alidos.

No, Tony, no.
Not after what I've done.

- Not after what I've--
- The game's over.

In my book, you wind up
with enough chips.

Now pick 'em up
and go home.

Good night, Bill.

Good night, Tom.
Good night.

Fill me in.

Caught one in the head.

Doyle been notified?

Not yet.

Have someone call him.

Yeah.

Yeah, right away.

What is it, Bill?

Sorry, Kathy.
Tried not to wake you.
I have to roll.

It's just another squeal.
You go back to sleep.

Must you go, darling?
You've just come off a job,
and you're ti--

It's nothing
they can't handle without me,
but you know how they are.

They can't sleep,
so neither can I.

Be back in time
for breakfast.

There's the bus.

I'd turn in my badge for less.

All divisions, all squads.
Days off and leaves cancelled.

We roll 24 hours a day.

Drop everything to concentrate
on the killing of Pope.

He may have been
shoved across by some thug
he once sent over.

Check the prison releases
on every case he ever handled.

Round up every gunsel
who ever had a reader
sent out on him.

I don't care what
you have to do.
Get him. Any questions?

We know what you want.

Except for one thing.
I put the arm on him
before the arrest is made.

...in session today.
On the local front,

Los Angeles police inspector
Anthony Pope

was found murdered in his home
early this morning.

The body was discovered
by the maid, Angie Kroll.

Inspector Pope had been shot
once through the head.

The only official
statement issued...

The photo of the bullet
is ready.

The M.E. said the bullet
went in through
the upper left orbital region,

spun around the inside
of the skull and lodged
at the base.

I figured it for
a snub-nosed.38.

A longer gun barrel,
more firepower,
it would have plowed out.

That's the slug, huh?

Yep. that's it.

Give me the photo.

Yeah.

No, hold it.

I'll take that with me.

Hello?

Did I wake you, darling?

No.

You heard?

Yes. On the radio.

Listen. Hold on to yourself.
Alice will need you.

Alice?

Go to her.
Stay with her, Kathy.
It's rough.

Yes. stay with Alice.

When will you
be home, darling?

Not until we get him.

I'll keep in touch with you.
Try to help Alice. Goodbye.

Bye.

That drugstore killing,
you got the photos?

Yeah, sure.
Got them right here.

And the Pope photo?

Uh-huh.
Look at that.

But--

Yeah, but.
Out of one of the guns
that killed the druggist.

It's impossible.

You work on those guns?

Never had them.

Just the slugs the M.E.
dug out of the druggist.

The guns are tagged
with the property clerk.

There's the arresting
officer's signature: Jules.

There's the gun. One gun.

I'll take it to the photo
lab right away.

Here's the print.

No.

The other gun. Pope was
killed by the other gun.

This is Doyle.
Get a hold of Sgt. Jules,

tell him to come to my office.
Right away.

Then I tagged this gun and
I took it down to property.

Two, two guns.
There were two guns!

There was just one gun, and
I took it down to property.

Two. I picked them both up.
You remember?

You said, "Shooting gallery.
Both blasted."
Do you remember that?

Do you remember?
Remember?

Where is the other gun?

Where's that other gun?

Just a minute, Doyle.
James, you and Sgt. Jules
made that arrest?

Yes, sir.

- You took the two guns
from the suspect?
- Yes, sir.

What did you do with them?

Left them on the table
by the headquarter's desk
with the other belongings.

Then Sgt. Jules and I waited
for acting Captain Doyle.

- Who was on duty at the desk?
- Officer Spitz.

Sgt. Jules,
were there two guns
on that table?

Well,
there must have been, sir.

Either there was or there wasn't.

Yes, sir. Two guns.

And you both waited there with
Officer Spitz until Doyle arrived?

Yes, sir.

Then the three of us
went to interrogation

after the Captain got there
with Mrs. Doyle.

Did you take one of the guns?

No, sir.

Did you ever leave your desk?

No, sir, except to get
some water for Mrs. Doyle.

What did you do
with the gun, Kathy?

I love you, Bill.

I'd do anything
in the world for you.

You killed Tony Pope, Kathy.

Yes.

You took the gun
from the squad room?

Yes.

And you killed him?

Yes, yes, yes,
and you know why!

I don't want to know why.

He said, "No."
He said, "Not the man for the job."

He said, "Not good enough."
But you are, you are good enough,

good enough to bring
in his own killer.

Why couldn't you just leave it alone?

And now I'll know.

Now I'll know just how much
of a cop you really are.

The same cop, Kathy.

The same cop you met in Frisco.

Same cop I was 10 years
ago, pounding a beat.

The same cop.

Oh, don't.

Oh, Bill!

Oh, Bill.

Doyle, questioning
in the Pope killing.