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That's Johnny Sabatini.

Now you're going to tell me that you're
the Mr. X that has vital information for

me. I'm not usually so dramatic, Mr.
West.

But it did serve to get you down here.

Well, what does the king of the rackets
want with me?

I want to have a private little talk
with you, West.

Private little talk, Sabatini style?

Now we're alone.

Now I can tell you why I got you here.

Because I need your help.

Say the teeny what makes you think I'm
going to help you.

I'll think of a reason.

Because you see, Mr. West.

I'm dying.

Brandy, Miss the West.

France is best.

So why should I come to you for help,
eh?

That's easy.

You scratch my back, and I'll scratch
your back.

My back isn't itching, Sabatini. I think
maybe you could develop an itch.

For Harry Borman, maybe.

All right, Sabatini, you know I want
Borman.

Are you telling me you can arrange it?
Let's start with what I want from you,

okay?

Clarence the box.

There's someone's name and address on
this piece of paper whose life could be

danger when I bow out.

A woman.

You were always pretty good at living in
the empty spaces.

And you want me to protect her against
who?

Let me tell it my way.

To begin with...

Clarice,

what good is brandy without a cigar?

Now, Clarence, beat it.

To begin with, I'd like you to go to a
place called Calliope.

Calliope, Missouri?

I thought maybe you heard of it.

You look up a man in Calliope named
Swanson, and you give him this key.

He gives you back, let's say, a gift.

Sabatini. Why me?

Why not one of your own boys?

West, you and I have been on opposite
sides of the fence a long time.

But you're the only one I can trust.
That's more than I can say for most of

my associates and friends.

All right, 17. How does Borman figure
into this?

He's going to try to stop you.

And that's how I find him.

That's the only way.

Now, the woman.

She knows me as a Mr. Caroline. I'd like
it kept that way.

This key, there's more to it than just
giving it to Swanson.

You'll find... The

key.

Swanson.

The Madonna statue.

Look at the... Look...

We're right, Jim.

Sure enough, it's poisoned.

But there's enough curare in there to
kill a moose.

But you know, I can't understand.

Who'd want to murder a man who was
already so near death?

For openers, what about someone who
doesn't want Jim to go to Calliope to

up that gift?

Calliope, Missouri.

Where a half a million dollars of Army
payroll was stolen and never recovered.

And we're a finance officer.

Captain Nolan, who engineered the
operation, was murdered for cheating on

own gang.

Rumor has it that the loot is still
stashed away somewhere in Kauai, right?

Right.

Half a million dollars.

That's quite a gift to just hand over to
your lady friend.

If that's what Sabatini's gift is.

Yes. If.

And we won't know anything about that
until you meet the late Mr.

Sabatini's light of love, will we?

Sir, if you don't mind, I'd like to go
directly to Calliope and see what

has to say.

All right.

Ned, you've been complaining for a long
time how dull life is in the chemical

section. How would you like to interview
the young lady for us?

Why, sure.

Why not?

You know, Jim, I keep thinking, we don't
really know what this Borman looks

like, except that he had a leg injury.

Second, we've only got Sabatini's word
for it that Borman will show up in this

at all.

It's true.

For some strange reason, sir, I think he
was telling the truth.

All right.

Anything that might lead us to Borman is
a chance worth taking.

I'm on my way to Kulapi, sir.

Bon voyage, Jim.

I'll drop by and see Sabatini's little
lady while you're gone. I'll report to

you there.

Yes, come in.

Keep a sharp eye out here, Wallace.

Oh, I'm sorry.

My name is Ned Brown. I'm looking for a
woman named Sylvia, but I... I'm Sylvia,

Mr. Brown.

Oh, I'm afraid not.

You see, the Sylvia that I know, well,
she knows Mr. Caroline, and he asked me

to come over... You're from Mr.
Caroline.

I knew there was something special about
today. I felt it the first thing I woke

up this morning. I'm sorry.

I'm forgetting my manners.

Will you have a cup of tea?

Tea?

Oh, but yes, of course. That's just what
I need.

How long have you, uh...

How long have you known Mr. Caroline?

Always.

My first happy memory is of him in the
way he... I'm sorry, I really am

forgetting my manners.

How is Mr. Caroline?

I knew the last time I spoke to him, he
wasn't feeling very well.

He was everything that was...

thoughtful and generous.

It wasn't that he just provided for me
or gave me this lovely house to live in.

It was knowing that he cared for me as
no one else ever did.

Even in death he cared for you, Sylvia.

There is a very special gift he left for
you.

You look a mighty lost stranger.

No, this journey's end.

That so?

Not many folk arrive in Calliope saying
things like that. But it happens to be

the way I feel, too.

Is this town always so lively?

Like I said, there ain't many folk left
in Calliope.

But they're quiet, peace -loving folk.

Something or someone you looking for in
particular?

I'm looking for a man named Swanson.

You'll find him at the edge of town.

That little brick building.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Though your heart be heavy in your hour
of trial, it is not the end, for she has

gone on ahead and lovingly waits you
around the bend.

She?

He or she, as the case may be.

It's my way of comforting the bereaved
who pass through the portals of the

Fabian Swanson establishment.

Now, Mr. Swanson, the reason... Yes, I
know, dear sir. I know, dear sir. And

believe me, providing only the finest,
can you be comforted for him or her,

as the case may be.

Mr. Swanson... Will you just caress that
quilted duvet he cut?

Feel the straight grain, the Oregon
hickory.

And grasp, if you will, these genuine
simulated bronze handles.

Sometimes, I tell you, I feel I could
crawl in...

That's a very interesting key.

Where did you get it?

You tell me.

Sabatini?

I give you this key.

You tell me where to find it.

Notice the Oregon shell.

Still ain't getting rid of that old pine
casket here, Mr. Swanson?

Pine? It's the finest Oregon hickory and
the highest quality duvety.

I'm just spoofing you a little bit, Mr.
Swanson.

I just dropped by to make certain you
were able to find your way.

Oh, no problem at all, thanks to you,
Sheriff.

Well, that's what a sheriff is for,
ain't he?

To help out folks and to keep law and
order.

Now, you take your time, sir, and think
about which one of these you want.

Here are the figures.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Swanson.

Funny, ain't it?

Hardly enough live people here, let
alone bodies, to keep old Swanson

going.

Except for those misguided folks who
come here searching for Mr. Nolan's

treasure, which any fool knows is just a
heap of talk.

Right, friend?

I wouldn't know anything about that,
Sheriff.

About time to put on the feed bag, Mr.
Swanson.

What say we head for the hotel?

Some dinner?

Oh, no, thank you, Sheriff. I've had a
long ride. I think I'll freshen up and

change clothes.

Yes, come in.

It's Clarence.

Did I do wrong dropping by like this?
No, no, Clarence. It's good of you to

on me.

Well, now that Mr. Caroline is gone, I
just wanted to come by and see that you

were all right.

Clarence, you're very kind.

Well, I can't forget when Mr.

Caroline was taken badly.

No matter how painful it was, all he
could talk about was the gift that he

wanted you to have.

That's what's been troubling me,
Clarence.

He's given me so much already. Is there
something I've forgotten?

You still remember nothing of your early
life?

Nothing before the age of six or seven.

My memories start here in this house
with Mr. Caroline so kindly taking care

me. Well, things will be happier when
you receive the gift that Mr. Caroline

wanted you to have from Calliope.

Calliope?

I've heard that name before.

Well, go on, my dear.

I'm sorry. I saw something in my mind,
but it's gone now.

Clarence, do you know where Calliope is?

Oh, yes, it's downriver, not very far.

Would you take me there?

I'd take you to Calliope. Well, of
course I could, but don't you... I have

feeling it's very important.

It could bring things back to me.

Please, Clarence.

Well, of course if that's what you want,
I'll take you there

There was them two brothers who came
into town a couple years back to find

Captain Nolan's hidden treasure.

What was their names? You remember Mr.
Farnsworth? They bought enough supplies

in your store for ten men.

Kill them, I think. Yeah, that's right.
I never saw two fellas more bound and

determined to find a hidden fortune
somewhere here.

But they just disappeared right into
thin air.

You know...

Calliope has a lot more to offer than a
lot of half -baked rumors about

treasure.

Actually, we've got a mighty fine little
town here, Mr... Oh, yes, sir.

Yes, there are quite a few attractive
things about this town.

And of course, it don't show too much
right now.

Not more than ten people drift into the
town limits in a month.

Yes, but you mark my words.

One of these days, Calliope is going to
be known as the jewel of the Midwest.

Why, when I was in Denver last year, I
saw plans drawn up to... to bring the

railroad through here on its way to St.
Louis.

Don't you worry, Stidley.

Your hotel's going to be full of
customers once again.

You don't have to tell me.

I got rooms upstairs I ain't even so
much as opened a door to for longer than

can remember.

Sheriff, I declare it's a positive
disgrace how dusty the streets of

have become. Now, you promised me on
your honor you would have them watered

so a person didn't come close to
suffocate, and every time she... Oh!

I didn't realize we had a guest.

Miss Nolan, this here is Mr. West.

He's got business in our town.

I declare it's been eons since we had
visitors in our little town.

And a lot longer than that since we had
one so good looking.

Thank you.

You know, Mr. West, it's things like
tea.

Now, little gatherings here every
evening to share a common repast that

the spirits of we few who still call
Calliope our home.

Of course, this was once a magnificent
town.

Dancing, excitement.

Oh, my, people used to come from miles
around just to... Just to see where your

brother lifted a neat half million
dollars from the United States Army.

Sheriff.

I get the impression that remark was
uncalled for.

Are you putting me down, Mr. West?

Yeah.

Well, enjoyable as it is, I have to get
back to my duties, sad though they may

be.

You got to tend to that land office
business you're doing, Mr. Swanson.

The devil finds work for idle hands.

always say.

Evening, Miss Melanie.

He's a dear man.

But with that unfortunate smell of
formaldehyde forever about him.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

You leaving so sudden, Mr. West?

We usually sit and have a few friendly
whiskeys after dinner, Mr. West.

Oh, I hate to miss it, but I do have a
horse to bed down.

Gentlemen,

ma 'am.

Oh, Mr. West!

I am embarrassed to confess this, but my
harness traces don't feel quite right,

and I was wondering, would you be so
kind?

Be a pleasure.

Mr. West, you really make a lady feel
like a lady.

I must say, Mr.

West, there are a few folks in this town
who could stand a few brush -up lessons

in manners and gentility.

Well,

everything seems to be all right, ma
'am.

Mr. West, I've been thinking.

You must come visit me at my home, San
Susi. It's just around the rise, right

outside of town.

I'd like to do that, ma 'am.

Years back, you know, on Sunday
afternoon, people used to just pour in

over the county just to be at San Susi's
garden parties.

I'd be honored, ma 'am. Good night. Good
night.

Thank you.

Who are you after?

Whoever he is, he's gone.

There might be another two in the alley.

Well, there were two bodies here, Ned.

Ned?

There goes our main lead.

He's now a customer of his own
establishment.

Swanson's dead?

A small matter of murder.

And before he could tell me what the key
opens.

Well, that leaves us with Sabatini's
girlfriend.

She's not what we expected, Jim. She's a
lovely young girl of 18. And she's

blind.

Well, what about the Madonna statue?

It would seem the logical place to look
for a Madonna would be in a church.

The local church burned down years ago.

Which would leave the cemetery.

Might be on a headstone.

Why don't you try the cemetery?

I'm going to take a ride out to the
Nolan home.

Mrs. Nolan should know quite a bit about
this old town.

I thought

I heard a ruckus going on here.

Who are you, if you don't mind my
asking?

Not at all.

My name is Tobias.

You don't say.

On the contrary, I do say, sir.

Good evening to you, sir, and Sheriff.

Good evening.

What's his business here?

It's your town, Sheriff.

Did you finish your business with Mr.
Swanson?

It's finished for me.

What exactly does that mean?

He's dead.

Hello?

Now it's the furniture.

It's this house.

It has a special smell.

It brings back scattered memories, but
nothing makes sense.

But it's as if this lovely warm old
chair were somehow a dear friend.

Well, Sylvia, tell me about the chair.

Does it bring back any particular
memories?

Something.

I'm sure I've been in this very room
before.

Well, Sylvia, my dear, go on.

There's a room. I remember a room in the
other wing.

Something frightens me.

Oh, why, Mr. West, what are you doing
here?

Clarence, what are you doing here with
this young lady whom I assume is Sylvia?

Mr. West, you're Mr. Brown's associate.

That's right, Sylvia.

Clarence, what are you doing here?

Oh, well, I...

Like you, Mr. West, I'm merely trying to
help her to find the present that Mr.

Caroline wanted her to have.

The name Calliope sparked something in
her mind, and she insisted on coming to

the town and to this house.

Well, she's on her way back to St. Louis
now.

Back?

No.

Oh, I think so, sir.

I promised Mr. Caroline that I would
protect Sylvia, and I don't believe that

Sylvia's safe here.

Back to St. Louis.

of you to respond to my invitation and
so quickly. I am honored. Won't you...

Sylvia?

What happened?

Hello, pussycat.

By any chance, you haven't seen the
statue of a Madonna around here, have

No, I'm sure you haven't.

Thank you.

Done.

You sure he's in here?

I thought I saw a shadow.

I'm just sorry. My goodness, I don't
know what came over me.

Well, I do know what came over me. It
was such a shock.

It's Sylvia, my brother Captain Nolan's
little daughter.

All these years I thought you were dead.

You don't remember me, though, do you,
darling?

I'm your Auntie Melanie.

Oh, I'm sorry, I don't.

So many things seem to be coming back to
me, but it's...

All so confusing and... frightening.

Oh, now, now, now, now, don't you worry.

Don't you worry about a thing.

Oh, you were such a dear, delightful
little girl.

And all the fun we used to have, packing
picnic baskets, and those times that

you used to stand up there with your
eyes as wide as saucers, watching me

up for some dance or something.

Oh, the lovely times we had here. The
whole country.

Everybody'd come.

Well, it made you think she was dead.

I thought at least you'd remember that,
darling. I mean...

Your mother was killed in the fire.

The fire.

That's what frightened me.

And something else.

A man's voice, angry and brutal.

My mother and me, we're running to the
church.

He's there, he's pushing in the door,
demanding to know where some hidden

is.

Stolen money.

Oh, please go on, Sylvia. He thinks we
know something.

He says he's been cheated out of his
share.

Yes, I remember now. It's the fire.

He burned down the church.

I feel the heat and the flames and my
mother's screaming.

This man that you were so afraid of, do
you remember what he looked like or what

his name was?

Nothing. Except he dragged his foot.

Oh, it's clear to me now.

I remember that... The awful scraping
noise he made when he dragged his foot.

He dragged his foot.

Harriet Borman.

Please don't let her out of your sight.

Mr. West is right.

I remember that name.

The man who dragged his foot, it was
Harry Bowman.

Was it Charles?

Jim, Captain Nolan and Johnny Sabatini
are one and the same.

There's a crest of his face on the crypt
in the mausoleum.

Harry Bowman was the one who was after
the money?

Is that what you mean?

It's dark, so it must be night.

I can see my mother now.

There used to be a picture of us in this
room.

I'm asking her to play the harpsichord
for me before she puts me to bed.

She's frightened.

Mother's frightened.

What frightened her, darling?

Borman. She's crying.

I can hear his voice.

It's about the money.

He's threatening us.

We're running upstairs.

To hide in this room.

Go on, child, about the money.

Did you know where it was?

I can't think.

All I remember is somehow we escaped
through the yard to the church.

I hear my mother screaming.

I'm running through the night and the
weeds and the branches hurt.

Keep talking, child. It'll do you good.
Why'd you go to the church?

I'm frightened.

Try, child.

What was there? What was hidden there?

The money, maybe?

I don't know.

All I remember is that dragging foot
following.

But first, a passage of some kind.

Sylvia!

Harry Borman. He's after me. It's Harry
Borman. Come on. I know where you can be

safe.

Mr. West, where are we?

We're in the Nolan mausoleum.

The mausoleum.

Yes, of course, the mausoleum.

Think back, Sylvia.

Has there ever been a statue in here?

A Madonna.

Madonna where?

There's a tall man with gray hair. He's
telling me about the Madonna statue.

He's showing me.

What does it look like?

Madonna, can't you see it?

The statue, it was right here.

What was that?

Thanks for finding it for me, Mr. West.

Harry Borman.

Quite right. Harry Borman.

Harry, I want to see it.

Now.

Laura Samples.

My dear good friend.

Efficient, dependable, but somewhat
greedy.

Now would you kindly get away from that
crypt?

that, Mr. West?

And don't you make no funny move,
neither.

So the whole town's not except for
Swanson.

Think of it as a corporation, Mr. West.

And before we take care of you, I want
you and Captain Nolan's lovely little

daughter to share in my happiness.

Joe, Carson, give me a hand.

That's right, Foreman.

You didn't find it before, and you won't
find it now.

Watch your step, little lady.

Underfoot.

For Sylvia.

Would you read it to me, please?

Yes, certainly.

To all whom it may concern, here before
God,

let it be known the attached document
hereby entitles Miss Sylvia Nolan

to her rightful heritage as owner of all
Nolan properties.

in and about Calliope, Missouri,
including the Nolan home and the

acreage on file with the territorial
governor's office east and south of the

town, as indicated on the documents, by
orders of Captain Aylmer

E. Nolan.

Well, this is what he wanted her to
have, Jim.

Well, that's it, Annette.

That's it, Jim.

I pulled your chestnuts out of the fire
for you, covered myself with a little

glory, and rescued a little lady from a
fate worse than, well... By the way, how

is Sylvia?

Oh, she's fine now, thanks to Sabatini's
gift.

Back to Washington, Annette?

Nope. I'm off on a well -deserved
vacation.

London, Paris, or Rome?

I'm going to make a big dream come true.
And you know what my big dream is?

I'm going to spend a vacation all
alone...

On a desert island.

Jim, see you. Good luck.