All language subtitles for Postal Inspector (Otto Brower, 1936)

[music playing]

They're all ready.

Thank you.

This is for you, gentlemen.

MAN ON RADIO: Gentlemen of
the Post Office Inspector's

Service, I want to congratulate
you for your fine work

in moving the gold reserves
of the United States

to the inland cities.

It was a big job,
and you handled

it with your usual efficiency.

I'm sorry I can't greet
each one of you personally,

so I'm taking this method of
expressing my appreciation

and conveying the thanks of the
people of the United States.

Well, there's nothing I
can add to what has already

been said by the president.

And now I suppose you're anxious
to get back to your posts,

so I won't keep you.

Gentlemen.

Off to Millstown, hey, Davis?

Taking the night plane, sir.

Good luck.

Thanks.

[plane engine]

Millstown calling Wilson in 55.

I'm out on the field.

Ceiling's about 500,
visibility poor.

There's patches of
fog drifting around.

Can you see the beacon?

Can't see the beacon,
can't see anything up here.

It's pretty black.

Just left the beam
and are coming over.

We should be over you
in about two minutes.

[child crying]

[harmonica]

No, don't go away please.

I just know something's
going to happen.

Oh, we fly through
these fogs all the time.

Can't I get you a cup
of tea or something?

Well, you might
get me an aspirin.

Cut the cards, Miss Connie.

Cut the cards.

Relax, Debbie-- relax.

Cut the cards just
once, Miss Connie.

I got to find out is we going
to get down out of here.

[baby crying]

Thank you.

I knowed it.

I just knowed something
was going to happen.

Any more news?

Not yet.

Do you think
there's any danger?

No, they come down through
this stuff all the time.

There's a man out
there in the field

leading them in right now.

Coffee?

No, no.

I'd better go outside.

OK.

Now you're right over the middle
of the field heading east.

Make a left turn.

Can they see up there?

Can't see the field.

They're still up too high.

But that's dangerous!

He'll be in right on schedule.

All right, Wilson.

Make another left
turn, and you'll

be heading west along the
north side of the field.

Go out in the valley about
two miles and come in.

OK.

Order me some ham and eggs.

Can we get through
to the airport,

or will we have to
go to another field?

We'll get in, all right.

Are they nervous back there?

That youngster crying
back there doesn't help.

Tell them it's all
in a day's work.

Is anything wrong?

No.

Are you nervous?

No, I'm all right.

I wish we could do something
to keep that child quiet.

She's going to make
everyone nervous.

I'd know what to do if
I were in the theater.

Theater?

I'm Connie Larrimore.

I've heard that name somewhere.

Never mind.

It isn't important.

It may be important.

Forgive my ignorance,
Miss Larrimore, but just

what do you do in the theater?

Well, I sing.

You sing?

Good, go ahead and sing.

What, here?

Certainly!

It may ease things up a bit.

They're awfully
nervous back there.

That's and idea.

Go on.

Hey son, come here a minute.

Now sing as though you're
passing the time away,

you know?

You certainly can play
the thing, can't you?

Yeah, I sure can.

How would you like to sit
right down here and play

so that everyone can hear you?

Sure!

Ready?

Play something
that she can sing.

All right.

[harmonica]

Know that one?

No.

That's all right, go ahead.

[SINGING] Here we are together
flying high way up in heaven,

you and I. We'll be coming
down to earth someday,

but in the meantime
let's be gay.

Let's have bluebirds
on all our wallpaper

decorating our dreams.

Shy little rosebuds on
the chinaware, murmurs

of love from the Frigidaire.

Let's have coppers with
clover all over [inaudible].

We'll have showers-- lots
of showers-- that's certain.

So let's paint a rainbow
on the shower curtain.

We're down to 2,000.

This stuff is pretty thick.

How are you doing?

We're all right.

Hey, what's going on back there?

Connie Larrimore's keeping
them quiet with a song.

Hey, get this.

We have music with our landing.

Listen!

What's the idea?

Passengers are jittery, and
there's a singing star up

there crooning them to sleep.

Singing star?

Did you say a singing star?

Yeah.

That's Connie Larrimore!

Listen-- Miss Larrimore
is doing a song number

for them up there in the plane.

-Is that so?
-Yeah?

How do you know?

I just heard it from
Jeffrey on the field.

The passengers were frightened.

She's got them all quieted down.

That makes a heroine
of her, doesn't it?

You're learning American
ways very fast, Mr. Benez.

Publicity is publicity in
any language, gentlemen.

Nightclub star faces death
with song on her lips.

Where's that [inaudible]?

And remember, she's
under contract with me.

She's going to sing tonight
at The Golden Eagle at 11:00.

Miss Gilling's on the wire.

I've got a story for you.

JOURNALIST: Connie Larrimore,
the nightclub gal--

the great, gorgeous,
glamorous heartbreaker--

is singing to the passengers
to keep them quiet.

She just averted a near panic.

You're OK now.

Take it easy and straight down.

Well, here we go.

[SINGING]That I
heard in a dream.

We made it.

Am I glad!

Thanks very much,
Miss Larrimore.

Oh, what I need is
a good cup of coffee.

Miss Larrimore--

[chatter]

All right, gentlemen.

JOURNALIST: Thank
you, Miss Larrimore.

Thank you, boys.

Miss Larrimore.

Coffee for everybody.

Where's Billy?

Oh, there you are. [inaudible].

How did you feel up in
the fog, Miss Larrimore.

Were you frightened?

Confidentially, I
was scared to death.

But this youngster wasn't.

He played his
harmonica like a hero.

Excellent idea
for a new number.

Sing in the fog.

Do you want a job
with me, young man?

You got an amateur
program, too?

No.

I'll put you on with Miss
Larrimore and pay you.

Sure, sure!

You hear that, gentlemen?

They'll do the same number
they did in the plane.

In the Eagle Club
tonight at 11 o'clock.

Gee, Bill, it's swell
to have to have you here.

How do you feel?

Great.

What are you doing down here?

Came to meet you.

What, after all these years?
Sure!

Wait a minute.

I'll take mine.

-Thank you, sir.
-You're welcome.

Let's get in here
and have some coffee.

All right, come on.

Do you know what?

I was the only one up there in
that plane that wasn't scared.

Is that so?

That's right.

CONNIE: I think the men who
pilot these planes are simply

marvellous.

How do they even
see where they're

going in that awful fog?

Well, it's like going blind.

Two coffees, please.

CONNIE: I left it flat.

JOURNALIST: How long
are you going to stay?

CONNIE: Well that depends on
how well they like me here.

JOURNALIST: Oh,
they'll like you.

Charlie, I'm beginning to
get this brotherly devotion.

Do you blame me?

No, but what is she
doing with Benez?

She's going to
sing at his club.

-That's too bad.
-Why?

What's the matter with him?

The place is all right,
but that Benez fellow--

Mm-hm.

Pardon me, gentlemen.

Oh, uh-- oh, not at all.

Where did I leave the--

Hello.

Hello.

Seems to me all homely.

Don't I know you?

Well, I know a fellow
who used to know you.

He used to talk about
you all the time.

He couldn't get his
lessons in the classroom,

because he was watching you.

And one time on a
picnic, a grass snake

got in the lunch
basket and scared you.

And that was the only
time he ever kissed you.

Charlie Davis!

Hi ya, Connie.

I wouldn't have known you.

You've changed, Bill.

I didn't have any
trouble picking you up.

Well how long has it
been, about seven years?

Something like that.

Gee, we did have a
lot of fun, didn't we?

Remember old Grumpy who
had the penny candy store?

Is he still around?

Uh-huh.

Well tell me about
everybody and everything.

I guess everything's changed.

Not so much, except the
6:10 comes in on time.

And the kids we
knew are all grown

up, except Jerry Phillips.

He died.

Oh.

And Mary Johnson's married.

Mary Johnson married?

Oh, no!

Outside of that,
the town's still

the same-- wind, rain, fog.

I recognize the fog.

Is he with you?

Oh sure.

You remember him--
my brother, Bill.

We've met.

Oh yes, of course.

I knew your face was familiar.

Miss Larrimore--
Inspector Davis.

Inspector?

Police?

No, post office.

It's been a long time
since we played that.

Top of the morning, gentlemen.

Well, welcome home, Bill.

I see you made the front page.

Who, me?

Since when is my name
Connie Larrimore?

MAN: Oh, I mean down there.

BILL: Oh, that.

Well, it went
off pretty smooth.

About $20,000 or $30,000 short.

Who did that?

BILL: Nobody.

The gold bullion was so soft it
rubbed off on the canvas sacks

in transit.

Oh, go on!

[knocking]

They have to burn the
sacks to reclaim it.

I'm Mr. Ritter.

Oh yes, will you see
Mr. Davis, please?

You can come in now.

Sit down, Mr. Ritter.

Thank you.

I'm Inspector Davis.

What is your trouble?

Inspector Davis, I've
lost all my money.

I've been to lawyers, and
I've been to the police.

But they tell me they
can't do anything,

because I haven't any proof.

Post office department
is my last hope.

And how did you
lose your money?

The wife and I worked for
40 years and saved $20,000.

One day a man told
me about a gold mine.

And he took all my
money for stock.

Did you have any
correspondence with this man?

I mean, did you receive anything
through the mail from him?

No.

They always came to my house.

That's too bad.

Mr. Ritter, I'd
like to help you.

But I don't see how
that's possible.

You see, we only handle things
that come through the mail.

I sent a check
through the mail.

Was it registered?

MR. RITTER: Yes.

Have you got the
registration receipt?

Yes, I-- I think so.

Yes, here it is.

Mm-hm, that's fine.

Now we have something
to work with.

You come along with
me, Mr. Ritter.

Right this way,
through this door.

They sent this
through the mail,

and they said it would
straighten my nose.

I've been wearing this
thing for six weeks.

All I got's a red nose.

They're a bunch of crooks.

Will you take
care of Mr. Ritter?

Have one of the clerks get
all the details for me.

[muffled shouting]

-What's that?
-I don't know.

Something must have happened
to that guy out there.

He's got a gadget.

Just what is this?

It's supposed to make you
taller, an inch or more.

And all it did for me
was to sprain my neck

and crack a couple of ribs.

Did you buy this
through the mail?

Sure, I answered
an advertisement.

Have you got your envelopes
and correspondence with you?

Yeah, I've got them all right.

Gil, will you
take care of this?

Yes sir.

Have a clerk get all
the details for me.

Come on with me.

Cost me $15, and
I want it back.

That's expensive necking.

I wonder, Inspector, if this--
Butch, come here a minute.

Just step right over here.

What are you going
to do, Inspector?

We're not going to hurt you.

I just want to slip this over
your head and see how it works.

There we are.
Just take it easy.

There we are.

Now-- mm-hm.

Does that hurt you?

Not much.

Does it hurt you now?

That's enough.
BILL: That's enough.

That's enough.

Now Butch, if
you'll stay that way,

I'm going to have a
photograph taken of you.

Inspector, may I see
you just a moment?

Where are you going?

BILL: I'll be right back, Butch.

[music playing]

[SINGING] When you're
through with your shower,

do you shiver, do you quiver?

Well, you're wrong.

When you're through with your
shower, you should treat it,

you should heat it with
a song and a hot towel.

[SINGING] Get hold
of a hot towel.

Get out of your tub, and rub a
dub-dub just like a hot number.

with the rhythm of the rumba.

Hot towel-- get
hold of a hot towel.

Let everything fly and
shake yourself dry.

Oh, how can you slumber?

With the rhythm of the rumba.

[phone ringing]

[SINGING] Hello.

Hello, Connie.

Oh hello, Charlie.

It just came.

Thank you so much.

How about having
lunch with me today?

I'm getting away a little early.

Oh, I'd love to, Charlie.

But I have to go to
the post office and--

What?

You're kidding.

Hey listen, so do I. I'll meet
you there, and we'll have lunch

at Grumpy's.

Remember where we used
to go after school?

Yeah, I'll wait for you
upstairs in Bill's office.

You can't miss it.

All right, I'll
meet you in an hour.

Debbie, call Mr.
Benez and tell him I

can't possibly have lunch
with a newspaper man.

Something very
important has come up.

Yes'm.

[drone sound]

CHARLIE: Hi ya, [inaudible].

Hello Charlie.

Is Bill here?

Yeah, go on in.

What's the matter
with your hair?

Oh, this?

This-- it's a light.

It's supposed to make hair grow.

Oh, I get it-- making hair
where the light shines, huh?

BILL: He'll attend
to it right away.

-Thank you very much.
-Not at all.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

What are you doing around here?

Oh, just mailed a [inaudible]
downstairs, thought I'd come up

and see you while I was here.

Learning to be a drummer?

That, young man, is supposed
to improve your vision.

You beat a tattoo on your
eyeballs like this, you see,

and-- there's one
born every minute.

You wanted me to be a
post office inspector

and waste my time
with stuff like that.

Do you know there are
thousands of frauds like this?

And everyone represents
money taken from the people

who can least afford it.

They ought to know better.

That's not the point.

When the crooks use the
mails, they make Uncle Sam

a party to their transactions.

You know, people have a lot
of confidence in anything

that comes through the mail.

And it's our job to keep
that confidence alive.

You know, there's
something pretty comforting

about the thought that,
with no more insurance

than a mere postage stamp, a
man may entrust this entire life

savings or his most
personal secrets

into the hands of
absolute strangers.

There's a lady out
here to see you.

Come in, Miss Larrimore.

Well, Inspector, is this
where you play post office?

That's in Charlie's
department, I think.

Right over here, madam.

Now then, what
is your complaint?

I was brought into this post
office under false pretenses.

Terrible, terrible!

I was promised a lunch.

A lunch!

Can you imagine that, Inspector?

Miss Larrimore, see that
he keeps his promise.

All right, I'll buy your lunch.

Mm-hm, under protest.

Thank you very much, Inspector.

You're very welcome.

[knocking]

Am I in the right place?

What place are you
looking for, madam?

I'd like to see the
post office inspector.

I'm one of the inspectors.

Won't you come in?

Sit down, please.

My name's Mrs. Compton.

Mm-hm.

I sent for this machine.

Oh, yes.

One of those work
at home gadgets, hm?

WOMAN: It makes socks.

And they promised
in the advertisements

they would buy all the socks
that you could make at home,

and now they won't do it.

Is that right?

How did you know that?

Mrs. Compton, there
are lots of these things

sold all over the country.

Have you any envelopes
to correspond?

Yes.

Do you think I can
get my money back?

I don't know.

We make them keep
their promises.

And if they don't, we
put them out of business.

Oh Butch, just a minute.

Will you take care of
Mrs. Compton, please?

Have her try to get
all the details.

MRS. COMPTON: Thank
you, Inspector.

BILL: You're very welcome.

Oh, that poor old lady.

Does this happen often?

Yes, this is the game
you call post office.

It goes on and on.

Excuse me a moment.

Come in, Gil.

Miss, Larrimore--
Inspector Pottle.

How do you do?

You know Charlie.

Oh, hello.

Look at this.

She's been advertising all
over the country for a husband.

CHARLIE: She shouldn't
have any trouble.

Well, she doesn't.

But when they answer her adds,
she writes them for aero fare.

She's collected over
$10,000 in 14 months.

Oh yes, this is the girl
you were telling me about.

Yeah, I had her
arrested this morning.

-Is she outside?
-Yes.

Would you send her in, please?

Hm.

Why she's beautiful!

GIL: Take her in.

Doesn't this bring back memory?

Hm, lovely one.

Now I know what I missed
all the time I was away.

Does that include me?

Yes, you're mixed
up with it someplace.

Could you make
it more definite?

I'll classify you
after the sodas.

There you are--
two chocolate sodas.

Used to take one soda with
two straws in it, remember?

Grumpy, you haven't changed
a bit in all these years.

Neither have you--
except, uh, well maybe

you put on a little weight.

She's lost 1,000 freckles, too.

Will you two stop
picking on me?

Here's a present for you.

I know you like it.

You always did.

Grumpy!

Jellybeans!

This is the nicest
present I've had in years.

Come here.

Now what's all that about?

Because you're a cute old boy.

You'll get me into trouble
putting that lip [inaudible]

all over my face.

What about me?

I bought the sodas.

We only give favors
for jellybeans.

Grumpy-- $2.00
worth of jellybeans.

[laughing]

[music playing]

[SINGING] Here we are
together, flying high.

We're up in heaven,
you and I. We'll be

coming down to earth someday.

But in the meantime,
let's be gay.

Let's have bluebirds
on all our wallpaper

decorating our dreams.

Shy little rosebuds on
the chinaware, murmurs

of love from the Frigidaire.

Let's have coppers
with clover all over--

There's a kind of quality
to it, isn't there?

Think so?

I was talking about Connie.

Yes, you usually are.

You're not going overboard
for that cafe singer, are you?

Don't you like her?

Oh, she's all right, but--

There aren't any buts.

She's great.

[SINGING] Decorating
our dreams.

[applause]

Hello, Inspector.
[inaudible]?

Good evening.

Won't you sit with
us for a few minutes?

Do you mind?

No, go right ahead.

My I order something for you?

Just coffee, please?

Dont' you drink?

Yes, coffee.

She's smarter than you are.

I knew you'd see
her good points.

CHARLIE: Oh, waiter?

Fresh coffee, please.

Good evening.

-Good evening.
-Evening.

Are you being taken
care of all right?

Fine.

And the food?

Excellent.

Then everything's all right?

Everything.

Everything but me.

What's that all about?

Bill made a crack last
night at the airport.

Benez was standing
right behind him.

And it still goes.

Send for Connie.

Get her away from that table?

What's wrong?

That damn fool takes
up all her time.

It's not good for business.

Nothing personal
in it, of course.

I have a telegram
for you, Mr. Benez.

Perhaps I don't know English.

Read it.

Maybe it's a tip on a horse.

In yesterday's
newspaper, you will

find only yesterday's races.

I'll get a paper,
and we'll find out.

Don't look now, but I think
bad news is on your right.

I'll take it.

Oh, nothing doing.

When I give a party, I give.

Can't start you in
circulation again.

Where did you get that?

That?

I have some respect
for the aged, my girl.

That's the grandpappy
of all $10 bills.

He collects them.

It's a hobby.

Collects them?

Old bills?

BILL: Sure.

He's in charge of all the money
that's taken out of circulation

at the Federal Reserve Bank.

Think of all the
things that's bought--

relief for the sick, food
for the hungry, jewels

for the lovely.

Mm-hm, bu tit's too
old to be out this late.

Will it spend?

Sure.

Here.

Oh no, not if it belongs
in your collection.

Don't worry.

In about two days it'll
come back to me at the bank.

We'll give it the last
fling before the graveyard.

Tell me, do you bury them
with full military honors?

They don't bury them.

They go back to Washington.

About three million of the old
boys are going back this week.

You mean you personally
take them to Washington

and turn them in?

No, I only escort them
to the post office.

From then on, they're
Bill's headache.

A postage stamp is the best
insurance in the world.

Right, Bill?

Right.

Only we don't talk
so much about it.

My favorite melody, and my
favorite girl-- shall we merge?

It's an idea.

If you get lonely,
you can cut in.

Thanks.

Just try and cut in.

I don't think your brother
cares so much for me.

Bill's suspicious
of everything that

hasn't a postage stamp on it.

Remember the last time
I held you in my arms?

Let me see.

I think I was 12,
and you were 14.

I was 15.

I just started to shave.

We did have a lot
of fun, didn't we?

Remember the
picnics at Echo Lake?

I remember the ants.

The day I fell in the spring.

Let's do it again,
just you and me.

Well I'll consider a picnic,
but the springs are out.

What was that page again?

Page [inaudible].

Senate approves new tax plan.

Yeah, that's the daily dozen.

Get a load of this.

Nightclub owner mysteriously
slain-- Fred Cummings, 40 years

old, owner of The Jack
O'Lantern nightclub

was found dead in his
office from a bullet

wound early this morning.

Maybe this is what it means.

Alfred Carter, known to have
financed many nightclubs,

was questioned by the
police and later released.

Carter.

MAN: What's that
got to do with you?

I owe Carter $50,000,
and I'm two months behind.

That's a delicate
way of telling me.

So what?

If you can't pay, you can't.

BENEZ: He paid.

Don't get that "home,
James" look on your face.

We've just started.

Pardon, Miss Larrimore.

Mr. Benez would like to
see you in this office.

But she can't go.
She's busy.

Oh, I think I'd better.

After all, he's the boss.

I'll see you later.

Say, young fellow.

How would you like
a little fresh air?

Oh, not yet.

We're having a swell
time, aren't we?

Yeah, swell.

Besides, Connie's coming back.

She said so.

Look, if you keep on
drinking anymore coffee,

you'll be picking blue and
green spots off the wall.

Want a drink?

No, thanks.

I'm having coffee downstairs.

With young Davis, eh?

Yes, why?

There are important guests here
tonight who could do something

for you, and for [inaudible].

That wasn't in my contract.

Do you mind
helping me a little?

No, of course not.

You know I'll do all I can.

Thanks.

Charlie Davis is an
old friend of mine.

I'm very fond of him.

But why waste your
affection on a clerk?

Ah, never judge the pearl
by the oyster, Benez.

Charlie has $3 million.

What?

Of course it's a little
old, but it's $3 million.

Where would he
get such an amount?

At the Federal Reserve Bank.

He has charge of the old
ladies' home for money.

Of course, he'll be a
pauper again soon, but--

What are you talking about?

Charlie's shipping $3
million in worn-out bills

to Washington next week.

He'd have to be fairly important
to handle a job like that.

Oh, you make fun of me.

You-- you dropped this, mister.

I didn't drop it.

I threw it!

I wish I knew where
the post office

gets these confounded things.

But this is a murder case.

It doesn't make any difference
what kind of a case it is.

We haven't the right
to open anybody's mail.

All I need to crack
this case wide open

is to get a look at that letter.

I'm sorry, we
just can't do that.

Well why can't you?

Nobody can touch the
mail except the person

to whom it's addressed.

I know it's tough, but
that's just the way it is.

But you're obstructing justice.

I'm sorry you feel
that way about it.

Why don't you have one of
your men tail a carrier

and nab the letter
after it's delivered?

I don't need anyone
to tell me my business.

I should have known
better than to expect

cooperation from you fellows.

While you're speaking
of cooperation,

I think I have a case
that might interest you.

No, wait a minute, lieutenant.

Gil, what about that
insurance fraud case?

Tell Lieutenant Aubrey about it.

I think this is going
to be a big case.

What's that?

There's a gang around here
that's collected over $50,000

from the insurance companies
on false property damage

and personal injury claims.

That so?

GIL: They take old cars
and bang them together,

shove one over the cliff.

Then they roll in the dirt and
beat each other up with clubs,

cut themselves with razor
blades and rub the skin

off their arms and legs
with sandpaper like this

to make it look real.

It's all here in this folder.

But they made just one little
mistake-- receiving insurance

checks through the mail.

Hm.

There you are, lieutenant.

It's all yours.

That's fine.

I'll pick these
people up right away.

Thanks, inspector.

Don't mention it.

And by the way, if you have
any other justice that you'd

like to have obstructed,
why, uh, you'll let us know,

won't you?

You win.

[music playing]

[phone ringing]

Hello, this is Inspector Davis.

Postmaster Long?

Hello, Mr. Long.

What's that?

Yes.

Yes, wait a minute.

The flood hit Yarborough
100 miles above here,

taking out the bridge
and cut off the town.

Yes?

All right.

I'll come myself.

I'll leave by train in an hour.

I hope it doesn't
get down here.

That's right.

I'll hop over to Yarborough
and see you boys later.

I'll have a plane
ready for you, Bill.

You got everything set?

Yes, I sent for some help.

Get all your stamps
and money orders.

We can't do anything around
here until after the flood.

Come here, postmaster.

See that building over there?

We've opened a temporary
office on the second floor.

If the water gets up
there, we'll move higher.

We'll keep the post office
open, flood or no flood.

Get all your pouches together.

I'll take them on
the plane with me.

All right, Inspector.

Come on, [inaudible].

Hope we get back
before it hits Milltown.

We'll make it.

What's in here?

A couple of guinea pigs.

I told the guy he couldn't
send them through the mail,

but he walked out and left them.

I don't what to do with them.

There's no return address.

Oh, the poor little things.

We can't leave them like this.

They'll starve.

What are we going to feed them?

That's right.

What are we going-- I've got it.

Guinea pigs were just
born to try things out on.

I'll start with some of these
ionized [inaudible] tablets.

They're good for,
uh, general debility,

lassitude, and head noises.

Do you think you'd
better take a chance?

Sure.

It's the scientist in me.

Come, pig.

How far are we going?

We'll ride arm in arm-- two
people in an empty world.

Sounds attractive, but I
have work to do tonight.

MAN ON RADIO: Attention
everyone, please.

We break in at this time for
an important announcement.

We are calling ahead for
emergency flood conditions.

All police and firemen report
to your stations immediately.

Members of the National Guard
will assemble at their armories

as soon as possible.

We return you now to
your local station.

Must be pretty bad.

You're National
Guard, aren't you?

Yeah, I knew something would
come up if we planned a picnic.

Well let's go to the armory
and see how serious it is.

You've got to get
back to the cafe.

Well I can call a taxi.

Why don't you take this car?

Can you drive?

Why, of course.

You take the car and
drop me at the armory.

Then you'll be able
to get the things we

need for the picnic tomorrow.

Picnic?

You're optimistic, aren't you?

Listen, we're going to
have that picnic if we

have to pull out on a raft.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we interrupt this program

for a special announcement
from the mayor.

Because of the flood
waters which were spread

over a wide area
in this vicinity,

all legionnaires are
requested to report to

their different legion halls.

All members of the
Citizen Safety Council.

All men holding honorary
commissions in the police

and sheriff's departments,
report to the City Hall

and the Sheriff's office.

We'd better get out of here.

Ladies and gentlemen,
there's no danger here.

Please, keep your seats.

There's no cause for alarm.

What's going on, Max?

Everybody's leaving.

You better get up
there and do something.

MAN: The management wishes
you to enjoy the remainder

of our evening's entertainment.

That's a swell idea.

[piano]

CONNIE: [SINGING] How dry I am.

How dry I am.

Oh, the water is wet,
but it isn't here yet.

How dry I am.

[inaudible] Take a look at me.

Oh say, can you
see how dry I am?

[inaudible]

Did all your carriers get
out this morning, Postmaster?

Yes.

And the railway post office
is running right on schedule.

They'll start, but
they won't get very far.

I just flew in from there.

Better call and order
auxiliary carriers.

Send some of your
men down to the river

to get all the small
boats that you can.

I'll do that right away.

And Gene, get the War
Department on the teletype.

Ask them to assign four
planes to this office

to remove the mail.

Tell them this airport
here will be in the water

before in four or five hours.

This is Dr. Doyle
of the Health Office.

And this is Inspector
Davis, doctor.

How do you do, doctor?

Inspector, you know this
sudden rise of flood waters

has put us in a
dangerous position.

I've ordered vaccines,
serum, and medical supplies

for the emergency.

But now I understand
the flood water's

raising so fast the trains may
not be able to get through.

If the trains can't get
through, we'll use airplanes.

If we can't do it with
airplanes, we'll use boats.

Your vaccines and supplies will
be here, so don't you worry.

The mails are open, and
they're going to remain open.

I think it's swell of
you to want to help.

Why not?

After all, it's my hometown too.

Well, I'll see you later.

Bye.

Will you listen just
a moment, please.

We need two classes
of workers-- one

to go into the field, and one
to stay here at the station.

Now then, make your choice.

The field workers will go
right down that corridor

and report to Miss
Wilson in room 439.

The hospital workers will
step up here to my left.

And what is your name, please?

Ethel Jackson.

And yours?

Connie Larrimore.

Quiet, we're on the air.

Police are now appropriating
speedboats and equipping them

with radials to take the place
of a regular automobile which,

excepting a few spots in
the south, are useless.

All means of communication
have been washed out

except this station,
which is now

operating on our own
emergency generator system.

Station KWZZ sends greetings
to the outside world

from a marooned city.

And we now go to turn over
the facilities of this station

to summon the flood survivors
so that they may send

messages to their
friends, and relatives,

and other parts of the town.

And what is your name, please?

Uh, my name is Mrs. John Meed.

And to whom do
you wish to speak?

I'd like to speak to my
son Joseph in Dallas, Texas.

Your son, Joseph
Meed, in Dallas, Texas.

Calling Joseph Meed in
Dallas, Texas-- Joseph

Meed in Dallas, Texas.

If anyone hears this
message that knows Joseph,

will they please
relay it to him?

Dallas, Texas-- all
right, Mrs. Meed.

Right up close to
the microphone here.

I'm all right.

The flood is very bad.

We lost our house, and-- and
father-- father is missing.

I can't do it.

[inaudible]

Hello, son.

What's your name?

Billy Arnold.

Billy Arnold?

And who do you want to talk to?
-My ma.

Your ma?

And where is she?

Washington DC.

Washington DC-- let's
see what we can do here?

Little Billy Arnold
here is calling

his mother in Washington DC.

Billy Arnold is calling Mrs.
Arnold in Washington DC.

Come on, son.

Talk right into it.

See ma, Daddy's
in the hospital.

He got hurt helping some
people out of the water.

I think he wants
you to come back.

He needs you awful bad.

Let me talk.

I got Alice here.

Wait a minute.

Come on, [inaudible].

All right, go right ahead now.

Hello, Aunt Louise.

I got my party dress
wet, but I saved Buster.

Can you hear me?

MAN: You're wasting
time trying to call him.

When Carver says 24
hours, he means 24 hours.

We've got to do something.

I'm trying to tell
you what to do.

But how should I know Connie
gave me the right information.

She was only kidding when
she told me about that money.

Well she may have been kidding,
but she had the right dope.

I just checked up on it.

That Davis kid bundles
up all that old money

and sends it by registered mail.

There's $3 million going
out tomorrow afternoon.

He leaves the bank for
the post office at 1:00,

and then goes down to
the post office at 3:00.

We've got two cracks at it.

I don't like taking
such a chance!

Tomorrow's the best time to
do it-- while the flood is on.

For $3 million it's worth it.

Were you able to
see who did it?

No.

How many men were there?

Three.

What kind of a car
were they driving?

A grey sedan.

A grey sedan-- bandits believed
escaping south on Highway 14.

Held up a United States mail
truck, killed the driver,

and escaped with
$3 million in cash.

Post Office inspectors
are now investigating.

MAN ON RADIO: The north side
of the town is under water.

The business district is going
under fast, the water climbing

at the rate of a foot an hour.

By tonight, the full force
of the disaster will be felt.

How's everything going?

The delivery
platform's underwater.

I'm afraid the work room
will be underwater tonight.

We make a work room
out of my office.

Get your northbound mail
ready for the planes.

The boats will take you
down to lower Rafe Avenue

and transfer you to a truck.

From there you'll
go to the airport.

Inspector Richards
will go with you.

Oh Bill, I went to
the bank, and there

were only three people who knew
that money was being shipped.

Who was it?

Freeman, head of the
shipping departing--

Ralph Massey, a clerk-- and--

Well who was the third?

Your brother Charlie.

Can you come upstairs
Inspector, please?

What for?

That man Ritter's up there.

Ritter?

Well, tell him to come
back some other time.

Well, he said it's important.

All right, you stay here
Butch and give them a hand.

Everything's got to be
upstairs before this place is

underwater.

Come on, Pottle.

Hello, Inspector.

I've got something that
might interest you.

BILL: Where did
you get this bag?

In the car that was
parked by the flood.

Where?

Near my shop.

Is it there now?

Yes, I think so.

Let's go have a look at it.

All right.

Here's a license plate.

I don't need a license plate.

Just a minute
Inspector, please.

I'd better tell you something.

Look, Inspector-- $20,000.

Where'd you get this?

It was in the car
with the mail bags.

$20,000?

That's just about what was
stolen from you, isn't it?

Yes.

Thanks, Mr. Ritter.

If these men are caught,
there's going to be a reward.

And I'll see to it that
you get your share.

Come on, Gil.

Why do you keep
saying it was my car.

There are thousands
of cars like mine.

Not with a thing like
this on the radio dial.

You found that in
the hold-up car?

You knew that money
was being shipped,

and your car was
used in the hold-up.

Now come on, tell me about it.

I can't.

What do you mean, you can't?

Listen, Bill.

I know this puts me in
an awkward position,

but there's something about
it I can't tell you now.

But why?

Trust me, will you, Bill?

Give me a couple of hours
to find out about this.

Do you realize what
you're asking, Charlie?

This is my job.

But if you just give
me a couple of hours,

I know I can find
out about this.

Two hours might be too late.

Give me a break.

And then if you want
to have me arrested--

Who are you covering up?

Listen, Bill-- just
a couple of hours.

I won't let you down.

All right, Charlie.

You haven't let me down yet,
and I know you won't this time.

You go ahead, and I'll expect
you in my office in two hours.

And make sure you're there.

Thanks, Bill.

I'll be there.

He'll be here.

MAN: But it's been more
than two hours already.

You'd better let us handle this.

We know how you feel, Bill,
and it's not your fault.

But two hours is a long time.

He's not going to run away.

No, but somebody is.

They've already had time to
get across the state line.

MAN: Why didn't
you bring him in?

I tell you, he'll be here.

Well I hope so,
Bill-- for your sake.

[foot steps]

Come on in.

We'll be in Butch's office
if you need us, Bill.

Thanks.

I found out how my car
got mixed up in this.

It s stolen from Connie.

Stolen?

Yes.

I expected something
more original from you.

She doesn't know anything
about the robbery.

I only know what
Charlie told me.

You also knew that $3
million was going to leave

the post office for Washington.

No, I didn't.

I sat at the table with you the
other night when he told you.

Who did you talk to about it?

Well, I don't remember
saying anything.

You must have told someone.

Who was it?

Wait a minute, Bill.

Connie's no crook.

You don't have to
talk to her like that.

Keep quiet.

I'll handle this.

You've been making cracks about
Connie ever since she came.

Now let her alone.

Will you keep
quiet and sit down?

I won't sit down.

If you want to
find out anything,

why don't you pick on me?

You're asking questions
like a stupid cop.

Sit down!

Wait a minute.

I did mention that money.

I mentioned it to Benez.

Benez?

But it wasn't important.

I-- I was just kidding.

Kidding?

$3 million stolen, a post office
employee murdered, and that's

what you call kidding!

Oh, no!

So Benez pulled this job, huh?

Why no, I-- I don't
see how he could.

Stop being naive.

You're in this too
up to your neck.

Where is Benez now?

I don't know.

You waited until
he got miles away

so you could come down here
and make a grandstand play,

is that it?

Listen, I don't know anymore
about this than you do,

which is apparently nothing.

That's how we start with
every case-- nothing.

And so I'm going
to start with you.

Well?

What do you want me to do?

Go back to your work
until I call you.

And that goes for you, too.

Get away from that window.

I don't see what
we're waiting for.

A boat, you fool-- a boat!

What's the matter with
the boat we came in?

We need the
speedboat to get away.

The longer we stay here,
the worse it's going to be.

If you're in a hurry, why
don't you start swimming then?

Oh, be quiet!

We'll get a speedboat
and leave like gentlemen.

[harmonica]

There's a young lady out
here that wants to see you,

lieutenant.
-Thanks.

You're welcome.

Oh, Connie.

Well what are you doing here?

Listen, Charlie.

I think I know where Benez is.

I found a private address
he wrote me in a letter

about a contract.

Here, give it to Bill.

No, I won't give it to Bill.

I'll handle this myself.

But Charlie, Bill can handle
everything so much better.

We can't get him now anyway.

The phones are dead.

Well we've got to do
something about it.

I don't think Benez had
anything to do with it,

but your brother does.

Yeah, Bill thinks you and
I are mixed up in this.

That's why we've got to
straighten this out ourselves.

No, I guess you're right.

Why not see if
Benez is there now?

No, you've got to
stay out of this.

But why?
I'm in it as much as you are.

Connie, this is no job for you.

How do you know it isn't?

I can handle him better
than you can anyway.

I know him.

Well, maybe you're right.

We'll take a
National Guard boat.

Here, take a look at these.

I'll see what else I can find.

All right.

Say, here's an idea.

What is it?

It's a tax receipt
for an apartment house.

An apartment house?

Where?

On the other side of town.

I guess he doesn't live there.

Probably not.

But he owns the place.

He must have somewhere to hide.

He can't get out of town.

Yeah, it's not much of a lead.

It's as much as we ever had.

It may be just enough.

Let's get out of here.

I won't be long.

Wait a minute, Connie.

You're not going up there alone.

Don't be silly.

Nothing's going to happen.

Benez might not even be here.

Yeah, but what if he is?

I'd better go with you.

No, Charlie.
Please!

But Connie--

Charlie, you're
acting as though I

were going in a lion's den.

Now be reasonable.

I can handle him.

If you went, it would
spoil everything.

He wouldn't talk with you along.

All right, but hurry.

[knocking]

BENEZ: Connie!

I've been looking all
over town for you, Benez.

Why didn't you let me
know where you were?

Just what are you
doing down here?

Oh, I'm in an awful jam.

And so are you.

Did you know it?

Me?

Yes, it's about that
mail robbery, you know?

Mail robbery?

You mean you don't
know anything about it?

Certainly not.

Oh, well that's what I thought.

Will you come with me and tell
that to the postal inspectors?

What have I got to do with it?

Well you see, the car that
was used in the robbery

was one that i had
borrowed from someone.

BENEZ: Yes?

They know that I told you
about the money being shipped.

You remember.

So they think we were
working together.

They think you did it.

Ridiculous!

Of course, but we've
got to prove it to them.

Will you come?

Well, I'm pretty busy here.

Have you got a good, fast boat
so I can get back here quickly?

Yes, I came in a
National Guard speedboat.

Yeah, it's down there.

And it's got young Davis in it.

Young Davis, huh?

Bring Davis up here.

What for?

Well, I think the about
will be a little too crowded.

Benez, you did do it.

Get him up here.

Hey, Davis!

Miss Larrimore wants
you to come up.

We are one block wrong.

We're on the back
of the [inaudible]

instead of the front.

I know it, Gil.

That's how we're going
up there, the back way.

Come in, Davis.

I think this is it.

Charlie!

What happened?

Benez's men struck me.

Where's Connie?
-Connie?

Did she go off with them?

[muffled shouting]

CONNIE: I'm in here!

There they go, Bill.

-Are you two all right?
-Sure.

Come on, Pottle.

Hello, hello.

Calling WLPD, WLPD.

Hello, police department?

This is Davis.

We've located the
mail truck bandits.

[inaudible] a couple
of boats and search.

Calling police
boats number 4 and 5.

Calling police boats
number 4 and 5.

Go south somewhere
below power plant

and try to contact Inspector
Davis in police boat number 2.

We'll speed up
as soon as we can.

We should have
stayed where we were.

Must be around here somewhere.

That's them.

Go ahead.

[inaudible].

[siren]

What's that?

Police boat.

Turn right here.

[inaudible].

Take the wheel, Charlie.

Better get out of here
before someone gets killed.

Look!

CHARLIE: If we hit
the corner post,

the whole building will fall in.

Are you game?

Sure.

Duck, Connie.

[inaudible].

[squeaking]

Look, just the other
day there were only two.

And I feed them some of
these pills, and now look.

It's marvelous!

And I did it.

Yeah, I know.

It's the scientist in you.

I told you we were going
to have that picnic.

Mm-mm, no cheating.

You know what I wished for?

No, what?

That you'd get your wish.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Oh hello, Bill.

Where are you?

Oh, that's too bad.

Well I hope you can arrange
it with Washington so you

come to our wedding tomorrow.

Gee, I wish you
could come up now.

We're waiting for you.

We have potato
salad and chicken.

[SINGING] We'll have
bluebirds on all our wallpaper

decorating our dreams.

[SINGING] Shy little
rosebuds on the chinaware.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

My name is Mrs. Coates, and
I sent away for this machine.

BILL: One of those work
at home gadgets, hm?

MRS. COATES: Have
you seen them before?

Oh yes, lots of them.

CONNIE: [inaudible].

CHARLIE: [SINGING]
We'll have showers.

CONNIE: [SINGING]
Lots of showers.

That's certain.

CHARLIE: So let's paint a
rainbow on the shower curtain--

CONNIE: And bluebirds
on all our wallpaper

decorating our dreams.