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- Lady! Get back to the other side of those lines!

Get back around the corner!

Listen folks, please cooperate with the officers,

or someone's liable to get hurt!

Keep those lights on her, and don't let her get out of it!

- Out of this world! That's where I'm going!

That's where you all ought to go! Out of this world!

- Hello Doc. - You got a good shot, Sam?

- No, the dame won't jump.

- Hello Doc.

- I thought I told you not to get out of bed till Saturday.

- It's only a cold.

I'd feel fine if it wasn't for that loony up there.

My precinct had to get stuck with the dame

who thinks she's the B-19.

- Out of this world! - There she goes again.

- That's where I'm going!

That's where you all ought to go, out of this world!

- Out of my mind. That's where I'm going.

- Nice view, huh?

- Alright Pat?

- I've been looking for you, Doc.

- You know, I don't think that girl means to jump.

- Why, no parachute?

She's gonna get a rap for this anyhow.

- Pat you know why you're still

a detective sergeant and not a captain?

- Alright, I'll bite. Why?

- Because it never occurs to you

to use a little elementary psychology.

- I don't think the boys in the street cleaning department

understand them $5 words either.

To them it'd be just plain splash.

- That could be a form of frustrated exhibitionism,

some sort of schizophrenia as it's called.

That means she's a nut sundae.

Doc, I'll bet you 10 bucks

you can't do anything with her either.

- Yeah, maybe you'd like to try a little of that

bell something sneezy eemy on her?

- I don't know, Captain.

- What? We're not getting anywhere this way.

Maybe it's the only way I can keep you

from getting pneumonia.

Yeah-

Sure, I'll try it if you'd like me to.

- Thanks Doc.

- We might start by taking that net away.

- Oh, now wait a minute Doc.

- I want everybody out of that room.

Clear the street completely.

Take her audience away and then let's see what happens.

- Good luck, Doc. - Oh, I'll take that 10.

- Squads! Clear the streets!

Everybody!

Around the corner!

Everybody!

Off the rooftop!

Okay, take the net away.

- Hello.

- Don't you try to grab me now.

- I won't.

- Out of this world. That's where I'm going!

- Maybe you're right. It's not much of a world these days.

- Can't you hear those trumpets?

- You don't mind if I join you?

You see I'm a pigeon.

- Don't come near me.

- This isn't your private ledge,

I fly around here all the time.

- Bring the net back again.

Alright, take it out again.

- Have you seen my brother around? He's gray, with red legs.

You couldn't help but notice him.

He carries messages for the army. Wears a service cap.

You know they've been drafting us pigeons too.

I think I'll have a fly. You want to come?

Ah!

- Bring back the net.

You be careful. This ledge isn't very wide.

- Hey, wait a minute. You are no daffier than I am.

I thought you wanted to jump?

- I am out of this world.

- Either you're coming inside,

or you're going to jump, or I'm going to push you!

- All right smart guy. You win.

You spoiled it anyhow.

- How do you like that? And me in perfect focus.

So now she ain't going to die.

Ah, you just can't depend on women.

- What that doc will do for 10 bucks.

- Try to tell me you are not daffier than I am.

- Alright folks, the show's over.

Make it up boys and get things moving

before the little flower arrives.

- Wait a minute.

- Out of this world! Yeah man!

That's the music of Hambone Harris

and his Harlem Hot Shots opening tonight-?

Get inside.

That was a crazy stunt. We both might have been killed.

- Maybe me, but not you.

You and your great brother with the red legs.

- What'd you do it for?

- 20 bucks if you must know.

A girl's gotta eat. It's a habit I picked up as a child.

- 20 bucks won't begin to pay for your bail.

- Bail?

- Yes. You're going outta this world all right.

Six months anyhow, that's the least you'll get.

-All I did was get out on a ledge.

- Have you ever heard of disorderly conduct?

Creating a disturbance?

Refusing to obey an officer? Inciting to riot?

And that's only the beginning.

The judge will throw the whole law library at you.

- Sure. And you'll help 'em.

I guess you've never been hungry.

I bet you've never known what it means

to owe two weeks rent.

Come on Doc, open up.

I'm sorry. I've gotta let the boys in now.

- A lot of good it does

to try to stay on the level in this town.

I didn't know what I was letting myself in for.

Please don't let them arrest me. I didn't mean any harm.

I've been out of a job for weeks.

What would you do if you didn't have a dime?

- I guess you must've been pretty desperate.

- Come on Doc. - Open up. Come on open.

- Well, okay-

- All right-

- The worst case of starvation I've ever seen. Shock too.

Get some water, get some brandy! Give her air!

Sergeant, you're just in time.

Call the hospital and tell 'em to shoot

an ambulance over here fast.

Maybe we can save her. I doubt it.

Oh, I'll take that 10 bucks.

- The poor kid. Where's the phone?

- Thanks Doc. Do you think she'll live?

- We might pull her through, but it'll be nip and tuck.

- Outside! Outside!

She'll still have to face charges, you know.

Come on outside, all of you!

Newspaper, photographers, reporters, everybody! Come on!

- Hello. Detective Sergeant Doyle speaking.

I want an ambulance.

Hey Doc, got some unpleasant news for you.

- You haven't got the 10?

- No, they sprung Vic Telli today.

- I thought he still had two years to go?

- Good behavior. Vic Telli. Good behavior.

Headquarters passed the word to find out

if you'd like a couple of the boys to keep an eye on him.

What for?

- Hello? Come on.

Well, considering he always was a cutie pie with a pistol

and that it was your testimony that finally sent him up,

everybody figures that the first time you two meet

head on that-Hello? Hello?

- Telli knows I only did what I had to as a doctor.

I warned him of that the night they carried him in.

- Hello?

Well, maybe so. But the tip is out he's looking for you,

and I just thought you'd like to know.

No, I don't want a maternity ward! I want the ambulance!

The only way to get an ambulance

in this town is to get hit by one!

- Wasn't there an ambulance standing by below?

Take a look out. Maybe it's still there.

Keep on playing dead. Or I'll clip you again.

- You and how many Marines?

- Yeah, it's still down there. What's that you just said?

- Oh, nothing I-I was just feeling sorry for her. Out loud.

Just another poor little butterfly

broken on Broadway's dizzy wheel.

- Yeah. Now here's that 10 bucks Doc.

- I know what you're gonna do with it.

Here. Here's an extra five for me.

- A publicity stunt!

Way to double cross-!

- Doc what happened?

- Sorry boys, can't tell you a thing now.

- Where did she come from, Doc?

- Is she crazy?

- How did you keep her from jumping?

- Gently. Easily there. Easily. Take it easy.

Alright, come on. Let's go home.

Break it up here.

- Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey you!

All right! After him!

Come on. Come on!

Just a minute.

Haven't I seen you around Doc Broadway's offices?

- Sure. He straightened me for sinus, on the cuff.

- That's what I thought.

- Another grand.

- I'll stick.

- 20,000 gentlemen. Three dictators.

- Where am I?

- She don't know where she is.

- Where are my clothes?

- It's the dame.

Can't you ever be honest professor, even with matches?

- Practice, gentlemen. Really practice.

- I said, where are my clothes?

- This time make it high low.

I don't like them Chinese games.

- If somebody doesn't hand over my clothes

in one minute flat,

I'm going to throw a chair through that window.

- I wouldn't do that.

- This is my dear lady, is a gentleman's game,

and we're all gentlemen, but comes chair heaving baby,

and you're allowed to have one heaved at you chin.

- You can't keep me here.

- The door is open, lady.

- You know I can't go without my clothes.

What are you holding me here for?

- My dear lady.

We came up here for a sociable game of cards,

and discovered you asleep.

We didn't bother you, so don't disturb us.

And if you'll pardon my vulgarity, beat it!

- I can't leave dressed like this. And you know it!

Benny, do something about do Dorothy Lamore here.

She's taking our mind off the game.

- Back in.

- And what might you gentlemen be doing here at this hour?

- We kind of heard there was an old

boyfriend of yours about town.

- Vic Telli? Oh, forget it.

I don't want you hanging around here with any hardware.

Do you hear?

Well on your feet again I see. How do you feel?

- You should know.

- I'm sorry.

I had to give you a little something to make you sleep.

- I can still feel it.

- No, I was talking about a hypodermic.

- A What?

- Well, it's all right. I'm a doctor.

- Lady. You're talking to Doctor Broadway.

- And that's just a little whimsy

some columnist dreamed up. The name is Kane.

- I suppose you're gonna ask me to believe

that this is your office.

- No, that's in the building across Times Square,

strictly orthodox, everything.

Old magazines, old furniture, old bills.

This is where I live.

- Where's my dress?

- You can find your dress in the bedroom closet,

unless the boys have hooked it by now.

- Oh, most unwarranted innuendo.

- This is the professor.

I use him every now and then to play cards

with the nervous expectant fathers.

Helps calm 'em down.

- Say Doc, why don't you spend the night at the batch?

I'll rub you down myself.

- This is Benjamin Strombopolous.

Proprietor International Steam Baths 525 West 43rd Street.

We never close.

- Friday night, Ladies night. How are you doing?

- I suppose he's quite a character too.

- You said it, baby.

Maybe get you on that table sometime.

- They're not as hard boiled as they seem.

Matter of fact, they helped pay for my medical education.

Dad used to cover Broadway for the old Morning Telegraph.

Newspaper man, died when I was a kid.

I didn't find out till years later that the money

from his estate was a few of the boys here chipping in.

Should have noticed Pops, Tops from Pittsburgh.

- Plattsburgh.

- Pitts, platts, it's got a burgh in it, ain't it?

- Hello? Yes?

- This is Mark Harry.

I've got to talk fast,

because I had to leave my stand with nobody there.

Don't you come by Leah's tonight.

I just saw the Vic Telli going in and-

- I know, Ma. Thanks just the same but-

now Ma, don't argue with me,

or I won't let you pay me off your arthritis

and morning papers.

I'll have a steak sent up for you after you're dressed.

You're still in the jam, you know,

and it's gonna take some squaring.

I think you better stay put for a while.

- I'd rather take my chances out in the open

where the running is better.

- You are going to stay put

until I can round up Sergeant Doyle,

and laugh him out of this,

or else you can take your six months

and save me a lot of trouble.

- Will you make that steak with onions?

- That's better.

Benny! Louie! Come in here quick!

- How did that get there?

- We'll take care of him, Doc.

- No you won't. I'm gonna meet Telli right now,

and I don't want any of you tagging me.

- Okay Doc, you know best.

- Practically accomplished.

- I've got to pay a little call,

but I'm sure you'll be all right here.

I haven't used this for years.

After I leave, I think you'd better look that door.

- Just say Vic Telli called.

- Vic! Glad to see you out, boy. Oh, you look great.

Got a cigar for me kid?

Well, in the old days,

a fellow could always tell you he was a friend of yours

if you handed him a cigar.

All right, so you don't wanna waste a cigar.

That still don't mean I won't give you the best buy

of New Falls suit as you can find on Broadway.

Place's bigger, better than ever.

Drop over Vic, I want to talk to you anyhow.

Alright.

Maybe the last chance you can get a bargain at those prices.

Take care of yourself, sweetheart.

-Ah, hello Pete.

- Vic Telli's inside. I seen him.

- Thanks.

Hello Vic.

- Hello, Doc.

- You looking for me?

- Yeah.

Smoke?

Sit down.

- A lot of guys would've thought I was reaching for a rod.

- A lot of guys did.

- If I was to knock you off right where you're sitting,

what do you think will happen to me?

- Well, apart from a couple of other things,

I think you'd die of excitement and shock

if you really want to know.

Don't forget I dug that bullet out.

- Yeah, doc up at Sing Sing said you did a wonderful job.

- He must have told you something else very recently.

You're a very sick man Vic,

there's no blood in your hands.

Your fingernails are blue. So are your lips.

How long they give you?

- One month? Maybe two.

But I've got some unfinished business before I kick off.

You got to help me, Doc.

- Anybody I kill is purely accidental.

Nothing like that.

- Your office still at the same place?

I'll be waiting for you.

- Paper, mister?

- Everything under control? - Oh yes, I had that steak.

Now I'm reading some of your medical books,

and if that's what goes on inside my stomach,

I'm sorry I had it.

- I just wanted to tell you I'll be a little later

than I expected, but stick around.

- Oh, I couldn't think of leaving

until I finished this chapter

on the care and treatment of fractured jaws.

Thanks for the steak doctor, I was just going. Goodbye.

- Hello? Hello?

- Okay, it took plenty of Mugsy to get up on that stand

and bust my alibi like you did.

- Doctors gotta report gunshot wounds.

- Some don't. You're an honest guy, Kane.

In my racket that's a knock.

Not to me.

Kane, you are the only man on earth I trust

with a hundred thousand dollars.

- Uh uh.

- I know this isn't hot money. Nevermind how I got it.

The police have no claims against it.

Some other guys think they have, but not the cops.

It's dough I put away a long time ago for the Dame.

- No Vic, I'm sorry.

- The dame is my daughter.

I want you to see that it gets to her.

- Why don't you give it to her yourself?

- If it was that easy,

would I be standing here spilling my insides out to you?

I haven't seen her since 1925,

when my wife and I busted up.

She was six years old then,

and she didn't know I was in the racket.

I guess she still don't. And that's the way I want it.

- She must have read about Vic Telli.

- Sure, but with the way a mother raised her,

I don't think she knows Vic Telli's her old man.

- What about her mother? - Dead.

The only thing I know about the kid

is that she calls herself Margie Dove.

She's been in the show business for a couple of years.

You're practically in the show business now.

You know everybody, you can ask around.

- That's expecting a lot, Telli.

- Two things kept me alive that night five years ago.

One was you, the other was this.

You've got to help me.

I've got the money in a safe deposit box

at the Merchants and Farmers Bank out in Jersey.

Here's a letter of authorization and the key.

That's all you need.

- Come on Vic. I've gotta keep you looking good.

Take off your coat.

Gotta get rid of that prison palette.

You're one of my prize exhibits.

You know that operation I performed on you

got me a page in the medical journal.

They gave it four stars.

- And what do you say, Doc?

- You can only take a few minutes of this at first.

It's pretty powerful.

- She'd be small like her mother,

and dark curly hair and pretty.

Any strawberry marks on her left arm? Operation scars?

She might even be one of my patients you know.

- The only time she went under the knife

is when she had her tonsils out.

I, I held her hand.

She said she won't be afraid if she held my hand.

Will you do it Doc? - I don't know-

- Hello?

- Hello Doc. Busy?

I've got a patient, if that's what you mean.

- Well, when you get through, drop over to night court

and watch your girlfriend take a flying leap

into a stretch on the island.

- What are you talking about?

- What do you think?

On a count of which you're old friends

I'll have her rushed through fast.

- Hello? That dame.

I've gotta rush over to the night court.

Will you excuse me, Vic.

- You haven't answered me yet, Doc.

- I've got so many things to do.

- You got to help me.

You could do this like I want it done if anybody could.

I'm up to my neck in my own grave.

There ain't many people who get asked

to do a favor by a dead man and you know it.

See, the nails are blue.

- There is no blood in it.

- There's blood on it. - Not on this.

Help me to do one square thing.

I don't know how to pray.

I'm afraid of what's out there.

My wife killed herself.

Byron Peters, Dutch Henderson, Maxie Sherman.

You don't forget the people you've killed.

They stay with you. They don't go away. They wait for you.

Help me. I've got to do one square thing.

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- Relax now. You've got to take it easy, you know.

Open your shirt.

You better only take about five minutes of this.

You can get a bad burn.

Anything else you'd like to tell me?

- That's all. You better go ahead.

I don't think we ought to leave here together any how.

- Okay, then.

$250 or 250 days.

- Just a moment, your Honor.

Your Honor, I've come to plead leniency

for this young woman.

Sorry Dr. Kane, but sentence has just been passed.

Either $250 fine or- - I'll pay it.

It isn't the money that matters,

although I'm not a rich man.

I'm here to protest against the vicious system

that makes this sort of thing possible.

- Oh oh, he is off again.

Doc's in high over another of life's unhappy victims.

- Here is a poor creature who's been pounding the pavements

of our city for months, seeking honest employment.

A friendless little waif, alone.

Every door closed against her.

Tonight on the verge of starvation.

With your permission, your Honor.

As a physician, I can assure you it's one

of the most pitiful cases of malnutrition

I've ever come across.

And why, your Honor? Why is she on the verge of starvation?

Because she happens to be that rare creature,

an honest, decent girl.

She's never been in jail before. Have you?

A girl's first offense, your Honor, strictly from hunger.

And what a price she's being made to pay.

- I thought you said you were going to pay it.

- Your Honor. Allow me to paint a picture for you.

- Go ahead and paint Doctor. You fascinate me.

- This girl, your Honor,

she's really little more than a child,

has done something foolish, but has committed no crime.

The one who should be standing before this bar of justice

is the scoundrel who for a few paltry dollars

persuaded at her to risk her neck

on the ninth floor of the Surrey Arms Hotel.

Send him to the island, your Honor.

Send a thousand like him,

and make it possible for a pure, decent American girl

to survive without jeopardizing her life.

- Well if the young lady give us his name,

there's nothing to stop you from referring charges,

I guess. Who is he?

- Yes. So where, where can we lay our hands on this wolf?

- Oh, please don't ask me, Doctor. He paid me.

I don't wanna get him in any trouble.

Bravo!

- There you are, your Honor. A gallant young woman.

Wild horses couldn't drag his name from her lips.

Here gentleman sits the kind of girl

you'd be proud to introduce to your mothers.

That's all, your Honor.

It's a great privilege for me to be able to pay $250

to purchase this girl's freedom.

Of course, the stigma of her arrest still remains alas,

an ugly blot that someday may rise like a shadow

between her and the happiness that she's surely destined

to enjoy someday with some fortunate man.

Will she confess to him? I think she will.

Will it make a difference to his love? Let us hope not.

- Dr. Kane, I'm touched.

If this young lady had some sort of a job to turn to,

I might consider suspending her sentence.

- I'll guarantee her a job as my receptionist.

Very well, sentence suspended.

Goodnight and good luck, young lady.

- Thank you Judge.

- Goodnight, Doctor.

Hold it Miss Madigan, would you please?

Thank you.

I said goodnight.

- What are your plans now?

- Good night and God bless you, your Honor.

Give us a statement, Miss Madigan.

- You know darn well that if you'd really stuck me for

that 250 bucks, you'd have found it on the bill

for your Aunt Lottie's appendix.

Lunch tomorrow? Same time, same place?

1:30.

- Come on, Pat, don't be sorry.

- Say he really saved me from a stretch, didn't he?

- He sure did, sister.

- Say, Doc, I think you're swell.

- You're a nice kid too.

- Words are cheap, baby.

I think he rates a kiss for that.

- Forget it. - No, I think he's right.

- Oh boy. Hold it. Get some for me, Doc!

- Doctor, if you and your little playmates

don't get out of here I may slap you all in the cooler.

- I beg your Honor's pardon.

Report for work tomorrow 9:00 AM sharp.

Let's get outta here, Pat.

Come over to my place and have a snort, huh?

- I can stand a snort,

but it'll be with someone worth snorting with.

I II snort by myself, and I'll be a good company.

- Doc, will you please tell me why you hang around

Times Square, getting mixed up with these

broken down Cinderellas, Broadway screw balls?

Stale actors.

I'm always afraid they're gonna jam you up.

What you've got on the ball,

you ought be up over on Park Avenue,

getting that heavy sugar.

- You got me there Pat.

Maybe it's because they need me more,

like that girl tonight. I don't know.

- What's that light over in your office?

- Light?

That's funny. It looks like my ultraviolet ray lamp.

Something queer.

- What is it? - Used to be Vic Telli.

- Yeah, Doc thinks it's homicide. Yeah.

- Could have been a heart attack,

but he appears to have been struck on the jaw,

I think by a gun butt.

- Yeah, Doc, the DA will want to ask you a few questions.

I know you've got nothing to do with it,

but you know the way they always like to gab.

- You don't mean to say they'll think this is my mess?

Excuse me a moment.

Hello?

Yes, this is Dr. Kane.

Mm hm.

Yeah.

Hotel Lawson. Room 441.

All right, I'll be over.

- Patient? - Yeah, back in a minute.

It's emergency.

- Sorry Doc. I can't let you go like this.

- What do you mean, why not?

- Look Doc, everyone in town knows Vic Telli

was gunning for you,

and they take those things seriously down the DA's.

You come with me first.

Tell him he never even saw the lug.

- But I did. I left him here under the sun lamp.

- You're kidding.

- No, he came up to ask me to-well he just came up.

You don't think I did this, do you, pat?

- Of course not.

- Be back in 15 minutes.

Word of honor.

- Okay, Doc. But I'm sticking my neck out

letting you walk outta here, even across the street.

- Good evening, I'm Dr. Kane. Did you just call my office?

- Oh yes, doctor, will you come in please?

- Hotel Lawson? Room 441, please.

- Yes? - Is Dr. Kane there?

Kane? K-A-N-E.

Didn't you phone for a doctor?

- Sorry. Never heard of him. It must be a mistake.

- Here you are, Grandma. - What's this?

- Was promised a saw back. This is only a fin.

- Go on, beat it.

- I've known the Doc a long time,

and he's always been all right.

So I waited an hour,

and when I checked on his call, I found there was a phony.

- You dumb lunk. - Oh, now Joe. Wait a minute.

He gave me his word of honor.

I'd like to ring his neck.

- Just checked on the garage, Inspector.

Kane got his car and pulled away a half an hour ago.

-Alright, Doyle, this is in your lap.

Now get Kane and get him quick.

- There you are, Dr. Kane.

And here are your credentials.

We'll keep the letter, of course.

- Thank you very much Mr. Titus.

- So you're the famous Dr. Broadway.

Say, Doctor. Not that I want any free advice,

but you know that every morning after breakfast,

I get the most severe pains right here.

My wife says it's buck wheat cakes,

but I think it's her homemade bread.

- Well, lemme see your tongue.

Well, if I were you, Mr. Titus,

I would consult my regular physician without delay.

- But he doesn't seem to know a thing. That's why I-

- Of course I couldn't be sure,

but it looks to me like,

like an advanced case of tralafas.

- Tralafas. Is that bad?

- Well, unless it's promptly cured,

- I'd cut out buckwheat cakes, homemade bread,

coffee, sugar, bacon, eggs.

- But Doctor! Breakfast is my big meal of the day.

- Hello? - Eh?

- You wouldn't want your ears blown back would you?

- Hand over that folder.

Smile pretty, you're glad to see me.

Now just walk along nicely.

What is this? A stickup? I'm just a doctor.

- So am I. The name's Kane. Show's over.

You're on your way to New York to have tea

with the district attorney.

- You got me wrong, bud, I-

- I never saw you around Broadway.

Who imported you rats for this?

- Well now listen-

- Hello? I mean, Dr. Kane's office.

- Hello Connie. This is Dr. Kane.

- Say, where are you anyway?

There've been lots of people looking for you.

People in nice blue uniforms.

What? Sure, I know where the files are.

I've been on the job since nine.

- Well, right on top you'll find a card index

with the names of all my patients.

I want you to call 'em one by one,

and ask them if they've ever seen or heard

of a girl named Margie Dove.

- Margie Dove? - That's right. Margie Dove.

- Is she pretty?

- Nevermind if she's pretty. Just do what you're asked.

Got it all straight?

- Mm hm.

-And listen, be sure to say

you're not calling about their bills!

Goodbye.

- Boo.

- Hi Lieutenant.

He hasn't shown up yet,

but I got a tip he phoned that girl 10 minutes ago.

Thanks.

Well you rat. Where have you been?

- I had to go. - Come on.

- Oh, come on now, Doctor, please.

Everybody knows that Telli was gunning for you.

He was found in your office, murdered under circumstances,

which you either refused to explain or you can't.

- Yes.

- You gave Doyle your word of honor you'd be back

in 15 minutes and then took a party around him.

And hours later you show up here

and refuse any explanation

as to your actions or your whereabouts.

- I know-

- But if we draw the worst possible conclusions,

Doctor Kane, you can hardly blame us.

- Conclusions aren't evidence.

Why should I want to kill Vic Telli?

- Possibly you were trying to beat him to the punch.

- I've told you that he came up to ask me a favor,

which I'm not free to reveal.

- Look, Dr. Kane, if you accidentally

cause the death of a patient,

all you have to do is say so

and as far as this office is concerned,

we'll drop the matter.

Course it might ruin your career as a doctor,

but that's entirely up to the medical board.

- Doctor, why don't you just admit that you made a mistake,

you got scared, beat it, and thought it over and came back?

- Look, get this straight. I did not kill Vic Telli.

I don't know who did.

I made him a promise before he died

and I'm gonna keep it, so help me.

And while I'm about it,

I might even find out who the murderer is.

In that case, you'll be the first to know.

- Okay Doc,

we could hold you as a material witness if we wanted to,

but you are free to go.

- Thanks.

- But you better be available more readily

in case we want to talk to you again.

- That's a promise. Thank you, gentlemen.

- You know, I find it hard to think of Kane as a suspect.

He seemed like such a nice guy.

- Yeah?

Everybody thought that blue beard was a swell guy too,

until they started digging in his cellar.

- Hey!

I'm beginning to think you're lead slapping.

- Oh, your windows were grimy.

- Oh, just leave those things for the janitor, huh?

Oh, flowers.

Well, I can see where my office is gonna break into a rash

of little feminine touches.

- Don't you like little feminine touches?

- Miss Madigan,

the feminine touch is a beautiful thing

on a beach at Waikiki,

a bench in Central Park underneath the tropic moon,

there's nothing like the good old feminine touch.

- Why? Doctor!

- Flowers in the living room,

a hot dinner on the table,

fingers running through your hair

at the end of a very long and tiring day.

- You mean you like that?

- Yeah, but not in this office.

- Oh oh, you sound like a woman hater.

- Oh. Oh.

- Well, what kind of girls do you like?

- Would you really like to know?

You won't tell anyone?

There's a patient.

- What were you about to say, Doctor?

- Nevermind what I was about to say. See who it is.

- Oh, say I forgot to tell you. That might be Margie Dove.

- Good! Who found her? - I don't know.

She phoned in about 20 minutes ago,

and said she was on her way up.

- Well, if that's Margie, send her right in.

And Connie, thanks for the flowers.

- It is Margie Dove all right, she looks like-

- Nevermind that. Send her in.

Miss Dove.

You can call it a day now, and change your clothes.

But check with me before you leave.

- Very good, doctor.

So what are you paging me all over town for?

- Well, Miss Dove, this is one visit to the doctors

I don't think you'll regret.

You see, oh, for the last 10 years or so,

your father's been in the oil business.

- What do you think you're kidding?

- You're full of it. I know you murdered my father.

- What? - Don't apologize to me.

I'd like to give you a silver loving cup for doing it.

- You must be mistaken.

- I know who my father was and I'm sick of lying about it.

They always find out.

I get a good job somewhere,

and they find out they can me.

I'm gonna get married.

And the guy's family finds out.

He ruined my life and he killed my mother

and I hope he burns for it, dirty, murdering rat.

- He left you quite a piece of change. Money. A lot of it.

- I'm sorry. Doesn't mean a thing to me.

I'm no hypocrite Mr. I hated my father all my life.

Just because he's dead and he left me some money,

I still hate him.

I don't want any part of it.

- He left you a hundred thousand dollars.

- A hundred thousand-

- Maybe you ought to look at this a little differently.

Your father wanted you to have this money very much,

maybe to make up for well, a lot of things.

He asked me to find you and I've kept my word.

The money belongs to you. I can't keep it.

- Well, I guess if I sat down and talked to myself,

told myself not to be a dope.

A hundred thousand dollars. You got it here?

- No, not exactly.

But I have the key to where it's kept.

- Miss Dove, have you always been a chain smoker?

- I suppose so.

- Throat raw in the morning, a lot of coffee?

- Now and then. Why?

- That's what I thought.

You better let me have a look at that throat.

- Hey, now wait a minute. I don't like doctors.

There's nothing wrong with my throat.

- The old pharynx seldom warns you.

It's only take a second.

Say ah. - Ah.

- Think of Charles Boyer and say, ah.

-Ah.

- You see it didn't hurt a bit. Your throat's fine.

Still have your tonsils, hmm?

- Yes.

- Well, Miss Dove,

I'm sorry you feel the way you do about your father,

but I can-

- I guess if you want me to have the money, I'll take it.

- I'm sure you won't regret your decision.

- Maybe I won't if it's in cash. Where is it?

- In a locker at the Grand Central Station.

The number corresponds to the one on the key.

- Okay, thanks.

I guess I've been pretty nasty. But you know how it is.

- I know how it is.

- Well, thanks for everything, Doc.

Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- Some people have all the luck.

- That girls know more Margie Dove than I am. She's a phony.

- Hmm. How do you know? Who is she?

- That's what I wanna find out.

And you're going to help me.

- How? - Follow her.

Now don't let her out of your sight,

and phone me the moment she lights.

And remember, don't take any chances. Okay?

- Sold.

- Come in.

- Hello Mary. Nice goods, huh?

- Yeah, but I got some nicer goods for you.

In your favorite color. Green back green.

- Try to have you followed, huh?

- Yeah, but I watched like you said.

- Who was the dame?

- I don't know. She's a nurse. Works for him or something.

- Pretty? - Yes.

- This is your out.

- All of it?

- Yeah, sure. You're a good kid.

- Geez. Thanks!

- Blotted!

- Sure they're blotted, he had you followed.

What'd you expect you silly-

I told you the doc was sharp.

You must have hammed it up good.

- Don't call me a ham!

- That was pot roast. You're leaving for Havana anyhow.

- Oh no, Jack. - On your way.

- But I don't wanna go to Havana!

- Hey, use some of these to dry those phony tears.

- Oh, please, Jack! - Get out.

- Anything wrong, doctor, is it too high?

- No. No, Jim, it's perfectly normal.

- Oh. - Come in.

- Dr. Kane? - That's right.

- Package, sir. - Who gave you this?

- I don't know. It was just sent.

- Come in again next week Jim, you're doing fine.

- Okay Doc. Thanks.

- Hello? Who?

Oh, I was just going to call you.

I kind of thought you wouldn't.

Why don't you run up, Doc,

we just got a new fall line in, beautiful stuff.

Some tweeds that'll knock your eye out

and a couple of other little items

that ought to have the same effect.

- Why don't you drop down here? I'm waiting for someone.

- Well, that girl of yours won't be coming back Doc

until after you and I have had a little chat.

Run up anyway, you could probably use an new suit

and I think we've got your fit.

I might even say you're measured.

- I'll be right over.

- Oh, pardon me? - That's alright.

- Are you all right? - Sure.

- Because we never turned out a classier suit kid,

so help me. Look at those pants. Fits you like a glove.

- Yeah, but that ain't where I wear my gloves.

What's gonna happen when I bend over?

- Oh, bend over. Let's see.

- Oh. The kid's, right?

What's the matter with you Morris?

Little more slack in the back. It's all right kid.

We'll fix it right up.

- Hello, Jack.

- Oh, hello, Doc. How are you?

Not bad. Not bad.

But we can fix you up better than that.

I always know how to fix up a friend.

As a matter of fact, I tried to get Vic over here

the night that he-

Well I mean the night that you-

- Yeah, I was beginning to gather that.

- I sort of thought you might.

- Step inside.

Have a drink? - Yeah.

- Well, over the river.

- Or up the river, if you like that way.

Smooth stuff.

- With friends I never out liquor.

- Just the throat. - That's business.

You know Doc, a fellow with your complexion

should never wear that shade of brown.

Why don't you let me get your measurements on file, huh?

Then you won't have to come in every time

you need a new suit.

I'll take 'em myself.

- Okay, go ahead.

- You know, for you, I'd suggest a nice smart blue

worsted suit and a three button single breasted model.

Bring out the- - The oomph?

- That's right. Knock those dames for a row.

Especially nurses. Like the one in your office?

- You mean the one that used to be in my office?

- Not too much padding in the shoulders.

- Fine. No patting in the shoulders.

- You know, Doc, you're a smart guy.

Well, I'm a little smart too.

- Well, let's say we both know the right type.

- I don't underrate you, Doc.

I knew you'd be showing up around here sooner or later.

Chest 40.

So you see it saves you time and me trouble.

- Okay, Jack, what plays? Who are you fronting for?

- Oh, I front for nobody, sweetheart. I'm a businessman.

Some of it's in the open, some of it isn't.

I think you know that.

But frankly, I like a buck, and Doc,

you've got a hundred thousand of 'em that belong to me.

- Funny. I don't remember seeing your name on any of them.

- I can practically give you the serial numbers.

You know I backed Vic Telli for years.

- Then maybe you've got a notion or two

about who killed him.

- I killed him.

- Waist 34.

But then I'm a careful fellow, Doc.

That's why you're in a spot, not me.

Telling you that won't do you any good either.

Not the way you're situated.

- You mean I'm situated halfway

between the hot foot and the hot seat.

- That's right. You're facing the chair.

-A long rap anyhow.

And I can get you out of it without hurting me either.

So why don't we quit throwing punches and make a deal, huh?

-All I want's the dough.

- Suppose I say no dice.

- Oh, I'm not gonna threaten you. I don't have to.

The state will knock you off for me.

- That's a good line. I mean, the materials.

- Best you can buy.

You don't think the case is strong enough

against you do you?

Funny, I didn't think so either.

You got a cigarette pal?

Your wallet's missing too.

We left it by that fellow who bumped you on the way up.

Neat, huh?

Kane, unless you do like I say that Dame of yours

is gonna do a swan dive.

Practically in the Times Square out the window of a room

where the cops will find your cigarette case, your wallet,

and a lot of other little things tying you

and the dame tying you up with Vic Telli.

By the time the district attorney

and the newspapers get through with that,

you just know you'll fry.

And even if you cook up an alibi for yourself,

they'll still have to pick the girl up with a whisk broom.

- You're good with the words and music.

- I know the score. I want money here by 12 o'clock sharp.

Not blotters.

A minute later there's a dead dame, you're a dead duck.

- Okay, you win.

- Not that fast. No.

A guy like you doesn't agree that quick

unless he's warming up a fast one.

Alright? Tell you what you do,

you go ahead and pull anything you like.

Only be here by 12 o'clock sharp.

But what kind of talk's that between gentlemen?

Look, let me show you a piece of goods

I got here with a pin strip.

British Imports. You'll love it.

Isn't that nice? Huh?

- Make it up for you in three days.

And when you see it, you won't thank me, sweetheart.

You'll kiss me.

- I'll skip the romance.

- Doc Kane wants to see you over at Benny's place.

- The Doc?

- Yeah. And bring the hardware.

- Hello, Carrie! Fairest flower of yon rising moon!

- What is it, you old-

- Dr. Kane would speak to you at Benny's

before yon tower strikes a half of the hour.

- Me?

- Extra extra. Get your papers. Yes sir. Thank you.

Hey, Rachel! Doc Kane wants to see you over at Benny's.

- Benny's, are you sure? - Come on. He's waiting.

- Hi, this is Dynamo. - Hi. Hello.

- The doc wants to see you over at Benny's place.

- Yeah. Bring a friend or two.

- Sure. I'll get Eddie. Hey Eddie!

- Nevermind him.

Now look, boys,

I gotta hunch they're holding the girl

somewhere in the Times Square District.

You know that district better than anyone?

That's why you're here.

- Don't worry, Doc. We tipped the boys off.

- You've always trusted me. This time I need you.

It's a shot in the dark and I haven't much time,

but each of you can help if you do as I tell you.

- Anything for you, Doc. - You betcha, Doc.

- Nobody's gonna trouble you, Doc.

I'll be right here at least until 11:30. Hershel.

Did you fix it with the people

who handle that electric news sign?

The one that goes round around the Times building?

- Sure did, Doc.

- Do you think they'll play ball?

- I gave them the low down and they said, okay.

- Good.

Now here's the bulletin.

Get it started along about the time

that you fellas take over.

- Okay, Doc, it's in the bag!

- We'll have the whole of Broadway covered.

- Now wait a minute.

I don't want you running any special risks

or doing anything-

- What a collection.

- Hello, Pat. - What's going on, Doc?

I wish I could tell you,

because you guys could probably handle this

about four times better than I can.

But if I do, I gamble with somebody else's life,

and I'm gambling enough as it is.

But I may need you later.

- Sorry Doc. I need you now.

- Huh? What?

- Some jersey bank guy told the DA

you got a hundred G's of Vic Telli's money.

The order's out to pick you up on sight.

You'll be out in the morning.

I know it doesn't mean anything.

- Look, Pat, let me see the DA in the morning, right now-

Wait a minute,

nobody's gonna hang anything on you that I know about.

- That's the trouble. What you don't know about,

and what I can't tell you.

- But sorry, I can't help it, Doc!

- Pat, I gotta be free. This-

- Listen Doc. Listen.

The last time I let you go, I almost lost my job.

I'm a friend of yours, yes, but I'm a cop too.

- Listen, kid, I can't afford-

- I hate to do this, Doc.

- Take off them braces. - Here, take 'em off now.

- Wait a minute. I'm only doing what I gotta do.

- You go ahead. As I told you, I'll be back.

- Not tonight.

- Relax. Nobody gets on this floor unless they're okayed.

Open it.

- Hi Al.

- Hi. What have we got there?

- A whiskey glass with Kane's fingerprints on it,

and his credentials.

I gotta leave him around here someplace.

Don't touch 'em, they-hey!

- Just, what did you do with that money Dr. Kane?

I don't know anything about the money.

For the hundredth time,

why don't you call the manager of the cashier of that bank?

They'll tell you I'm not the Doctor Kane

that claimed that money.

I've gotta get outta here.

- Bring him in.

- Come in Mr. Titus.

- The manager of the bank is here now.

- Good!

- Mr. Titus. Is that the man you gave the money to?

- No, he is not the one.

- What did I tell you?

Now will you let me outta this flea circus?

- No, he isn't the man I gave the money to.

But he joined him a second or two later out the sidewalk.

Yep, that's him. I saw him.

- Wait a minute! - Nice going, Kane.

You almost got away with it.

Book him!

Young man, if you're as bad a doctor as your friend,

I hope you get life.

Tralafas. No buckwheat cakes. Ha!

- Come along.

- Well in one minute everybody goes into action.

- I don't get it. What's the Doc shooting for?

- Make one rat make another rat squeal.

- Maybe they'll squeal loud enough for you to hear 'em.

- For guys have been around the cops as long as you have,

should ought have known that.

- It's a long shot, boys.

But for the Doc's sake, I hope it works.

- And for the girl's?

- Yeah. All right boys. There she goes.

- I get it! Send up enough smoke and them rats holding

the girl will think Ben's pants are on fire.

- Correct!

Come on. Here we go.

- Where's Maxie?

- Oh, he'll be be along in a minute.

- What are you fellas try to pull anyway?

- Nothing.

We just take it over to the establishment

for a little while.

We even got you some new salesmen, too.

- Oh, you have?

I suppose the Doc's behind this, huh?

Well, I'm afraid it's too bad, it won't help him.

- You ain't answering no phones,

and you ain't leaving that chair either.

Watch him.

- Well, that winds me up, boys. We'll see you later.

I think I'll run down to Leo's for a cup of coffee.

- So you going to Leo's for a cup of coffee eh?

Ain't that nice?

- Yeah. What's wrong with that?

- Nothing. Nothing at all. Coffee's good for you.

Especially a cup of coffee at Leo's at 12 o'clock.

- Well, you got me wrong, Red?

- I got you wrong.

While Jerry and I are tossing that dame

out of a window at 12 o'clock,

you'll be at Leo's having a cup of coffee.

And should anything go wrong, you'll be in the clear.

And why? 'Cause you'll be at Leo's drinking a cup of coffee.

You'll have 20 fat witnesses to testify you were there.

Ain't that right Aaron?

- You know I don't go for that kind of stuff, Red.

I wasn't hired for that.

- Beginning tonight, my boy, you're starting a new career.

Sit down.

Relax, sister.

♪ Delores ♪

- Evening Jim. - Hello Tommy.

I'm sure glad you're taking over. I'll see you tomorrow.

- Lie down and do as I say.

Okay, Jim, I think you'll live.

Oh, hello, Doc.

- Oh, hello Tommy. - What are you doing here?

- I, I think he'll be all right.

Just see that he gets a glass of water

every hour on the hour.

There's nothing much wrong with him.

Just a little pelvatorus.

- Pelvatorus.

♪ I've got Pelvatorus ♪

♪ Dolores ♪

- You don't know what you're talking about.

You're always popping off.

- Don't tell me I'm crazy. I seen it with my own eyes.

- Ah, you're full of hop.

- I tell you. It's all over Times Square.

I saw it on the sign.

- What sign? - Why don't you look?

You can see it right from here out the window.

It will come on again in a minute.

- He's always seeing things.

- I don't know. There may be something to it.

- Yeah. There better be. - You'll see! You'll see!

Just watch!

- What are you talking about? He can't even read.

- There! There it is. What'd I tell you?

- The revolving rat!

- What do we do now?

- Get your stuff together. We're gonna get the first plane-

Wait a minute. Where's the dame?

- That door's locked.

- Open the door!

Open the door!

Don't do that.

She'll have everybody up here. Come outta there!

Haven't you got a key?

- Oh, I left it in the door. - Ya chump!

- Hey, that's a woman up there!

It's a woman!

She must be a lunatic or something!

- Help! Help!

- I don't care what Doc Broadway tells you.

The second you see him, grab him.

- Officer! Officer! Officer! Look! There's a woman up there!

- Help!

- It's that pigeon again!

Call an ambulance, call the fire department!

Call a, come on!

Now this time-

- Look. We better duck.

- Why don't we just leave the dame?

-Ah, she knows too much. They'll get us for kidnapping.

Blast the lock and take care of her.

- Up!

- Now look, Connie, come on back in here.

Everything's all right now.

- I can't! - Can't?

Well, you got out there, didn't you?

Just stay close to the wall.

- Oh, come on back.

You got nothing to be afraid of now.

- Haven't I?

- I thought you'd be showing up about this time, Doc.

- Here it is. All of it. Count it.

- Oh, not in front of witnesses.

Doc, you know better than that.

Get these clunks outta here.

- Go on boys.

Go on.

All the way out.

Do as I tell you this time. All the way!

- Thanks, Doc.

Your next suit's on the house.

Hello. Gimme room 914 please. Yeah.

- Patrolman Mulvini speaking.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Sure, sure Frankie, bring it right over. Yeah.

Got 'em just in time. Have a drink, Doc?

- No thanks. - Mind if I have one?

You should have known better than to cross me.

This one time you made a mistake, sweetheart.

They might lay me out,

but there's one thing certain sweetheart,

you won't be there for the wake.

Hold it.

- Kiss the boys goodbye, Kane.

- Shame to spoil them good colts.

- Come on.

- Now look, it'll take the fireman another 20 minutes

to rig up a drop net.

Just edge along the wall.

- I'm frightened!

- She's frightened.

Doc, she's all yours. This is where I came in.

- Okay.

Hi Connie.

- What's the trouble? - I've lost my nerve.

- Oh oh, here we go again.

Connie, the boys have located Margie Dove up in Buffalo.

I'll need you to do off to Buffalo

in the morning with that money, so don't fall now.

Didn't you hear me?

- Yes, but I don't think I'll make it.

- You know what the trouble with you is? You look down.

Look up.

-All I can see is angels.

- It's a beautiful night. Think of that beach at Waikiki.

A bench in Central Park. And keep looking up.

Come on now.

How about a little of that feminine touch, huh?

All you wanted was a convoy.

Keep looking up.

- He did it again.