All language subtitles for I Love Trouble (S. Sylvan Simon 1948)VO

I'd like to know the reason why you're
following me.

Would I need a reason?

You know, I'm beginning to think I might
possibly have been mistaken about you.

Perhaps it's your leer.

It looks genuine.

It is.

Yes, I can see it is.

Well, you'll have to excuse me.

I'm going in here and try and lose you.

Brace yourself.

Johnson? Does Johnson have a purple
face?

You're a bit early, Bailey.

Am I? I haven't quite made up my mind.

About what, Mr. Johnson?

Whether to break your neck or merely to
fire him.

Well, take lots of time.

You're paying for it.

My wife just called me.

What's the idea of following her?

That's what she wanted to know. Your
instructions were clear.

Go to Portland where she's lived all her
life.

She's frightened enough now without
having private dicks trailing her

Frightened? Why?

Another one came yesterday.

Only this time it was addressed to Jane.
She read it.

And you figured she was frightened
because when she read it, she laughed

That's right, she did.

And then she pointed out that being as
your estate planning commissioner and

chairman of the civic council, something
of a public figure, that it was just a

crank note?

That's right. And I believe her. Because
she pointed out something else, too.

A lot of my old friends resent Jane.

She's very withdrawn.

Doesn't like to go out much or to meet
too many people.

Some of my friends would be capable of
getting plastered and pulling a stunt

just like that.

That's a pretty rugged crowd you run
with.

Rugged's a good enough name for some of
my friends.

I came up the hard way.

In fact, that's the trouble.

I led a rough and tumble life.

Jane hasn't.

I was ready to judge her by my
standards.

That's probably why I was so quick to
hire you when I got that first note.

It was easy for me to think that Jane
might be in trouble.

Too easy.

But her reaction to this second note was
genuine.

Made me realize that Jane wouldn't be
capable of doing anything she had to

So, I think you can just forget about
all this, Bailey. You forget about it,

Johnson. Your wife's in trouble.

You've known her only since she killed
more than a year ago.

You've been married to her less than
seven months.

What do you really know about her except
that she was a nice, quiet sorority

girl at UCLA?

What are you trying to prove?

Nothing much. But people don't spot me
when I'm following them unless they're

looking for it.

Your wife was looking for it.

That's pretty thin.

Did you know she's got an account in a
Westwood bank?

No. She hasn't any money except what I
give her. She came out stuffing a roll

bills in her purse that would keep me
for a month.

Did you check on it? I tried to, but
whatever business she was doing, it

done under her own name.

Either Mrs. Ralph Johnson or Miss Jane
Brigger.

And she dresses in a way that you can't
definitely describe.

I think it's deliberate.

Look, there's a ticket in here. Leaving
for Portland at six tonight.

Do I use it or not?

I think you can use some discretion
along with it.

Mm -hmm.

Jane Greger, class of 41.

But, uh, we're not supposed to give out
information.

Well, all I want is her address,
teacher.

104 -76 Larrabee.

Mm -hmm.

She got a work permit to dance at
Keller's Carousel down on South

You're an angel, Angel.

Very funny.

Now tell me where you want to go.

What's the trouble?

Brother, that address hasn't meant
anything for five, six years now.

That's why they built one of the
shipyards.

What about Keller's Carousel, that
little club down on South Broadway?

Oh, you're from out of town, huh?

Cops closed that joint up a long time
ago.

It's a key room now.

Is Keller still around town?

Keller?

Look, pal, I just drive a hack.

Where do you want to go?

I'll leave that up to you.

Hal.

Hal. You don't want to find Keller.
Beyond ten bucks, I lose interest in

Don't let Keller hear you say that.

He's a very sensitive guy.

It's a chip crib, brother.

Illegal. Just go up that ramp there and
ask for Reno.

Tell him Gus brought you.

Nice.

What can I do for you?

I'm looking for Reno.

You're lost.

That's in Nevada.

You remember here?

I'm a friend of Reno's.

Oh?

Where's your transportation?

Gus brought me down.

Take him up to three.

Okay, Mr. Reno.

I'll bet you hardly remember me.

Thanks, Angel.

Well, thank you.

Hey, if you wanted to find Mr. Keller,
how would you go about it?

Well, my way wouldn't help you.

But he is around.

You approve of our layout?

No roulette.

People up this way don't go for
roulette.

What do you expect to get for your ten
bucks, fella?

I see everybody up here works together.
We try to. I wanted to see Keller about

a small matter.

Small matters are my business.

What's it about?

A girl.

A girl who used to work for him.

What girl might that be?

Keller can't be that hard to see.

The gentleman is right, Reno.

He paid $10 for the privilege of talking
with me.

I'm really flattered.

It'll go on my expense account.

I didn't get your name.

I didn't give it to you. I'll take it
now.

Bailey.

We'll have some privacy.

Now, about this girl, Mr. Bailey. She
may have taken a cozier name for your

nightclub, but she was born Jane
Brigger.

Well, that was a long time ago.

What's she done?

Nothing, just missing.

I'm afraid I can't help you. Whatever
you know.

She left Portland back in 1941 when I
sold the carousel.

She went to Los Angeles with a comic
named Buffy.

In 1941?

You mean 1946, don't you? Sorry, I mean
1941.

Did you know her?

No, I never met her. Do you know anyone
here or in Los Angeles who might have

kept in touch with her? Sorry, no.

She was quite something.

I tried to brush some dust off her
shoulder once, and she accused me of

her.

If you find her, give her my regards.

Would you have any pictures around?

Maybe. I have a room full of relics from
the carousel.

Would you like to go through?

Yeah. Reno, you know the room?

Thanks for letting me take your time,
Mr. Keller.

I'm sorry I was talking about the wrong
girl.

Which one is Buster Buffett?

How'd you pick out Jane Briggie? You
told the boss you never met her.

I did say that, didn't I?

Here

comes

the menace again.

Hey, you.

You can walk down.

I was thinking of calling a cab from the
desk.

They cruise around. You can pick one up.

I think I'd better call when I'm afraid
of the dark.

We don't like cabs coming to this
address.

It's a house rule.

Well, thank the boss for this for me.

What happened?

Is Reno around?

I haven't seen him.

You mind if I use this?

Go right ahead.

You seem to be very much at home.

Hotel Willamette?

This is Bailey at room 517. Get the
houseman up to my room quick, will you?

Tell him to take it easy, but hold
anybody he finds there.

I'll wait.

What happened?

Did you fall down the elevator, Sheriff?

I thought maybe you could tell me.

Don't you know?

It was supposed to look like a heist
job.

He emptied my wallet and put it
carefully under my nose.

Real subtle.

The boys who work these streets can
afford to be casual.

Your man Reno told me I'd find a cab.

You often can.

I don't think Reno likes you, but he
doesn't go in for petty theft.

Yeah?

The room isn't messed up?

All right. Tell him to watch it a while.

I thought you might be looking for
something. The hard way.

If I wanted anything from you, I'd get
it.

And I like the hard way.

Sorry, boss. I thought he'd gone. He's
just leaving.

I just came back to use the phone.

I got a nickel left.

You know the way out. Take the stairs.

Rain spots these jackets, doesn't it?

Hey, something holding you up?

Not a thing.

Nothing holding him up, either.

That puts her here, here in Los Angeles,
six years ago instead of a year and a

half, as I thought.

Incidentally, I'm being tailed. Since
when?

Since I got back from Portland. Or
rather, since this morning, he picked me

at my apartment. And I'm probably being
followed, too. Can you find out who it

is? Well, I'm pretty sure this is from
the Portland end.

I'll let him catch up with me the next
time, and we'll have a little talk. And

if he doesn't want to catch up?

There are ways of arranging it.

By the way, if this isn't a gag, it
ought to be.

The temporal agency says Buffen quit
show business and bought himself a meat

market or something down at the beach.

Thanks, Bix. I'll follow it up.

I want you to fill in the gap.

If she did come down here six years ago,
I want to know what went on in the five

years before I met her. That shouldn't
be too tough.

Here it is.

Buster Buffen's Buffet.

Honey, your seat's down front. Always
room for one more.

You killed me, Buster. See you later.
Okay, drop in again.

Well, one would be clam chowder or clam
chowder? You got any clam chowder?

Oh, that's special. Costs you extra.

Any coffee?

That.

You wouldn't be a food inspector, would
you? Put it down. I might be hungry.

You'll find it warmer than an old maid's
feet, but not half as clammy.

Buster, this routine's better than the
one you had in Portland.

Do I know you?

I hope not.

That crack about Portland was supposed
to mean something.

What? A man in Portland died and left a
small estate.

What's that to me?

Keller says she came down here with you.

Oh.

So you're trying to find Jane.

Yeah. That was all of six years ago,
chum.

What's your angle on it? Just legwork.

And the expense account is lean and
hungry.

What's the information worth?

What's the information?

What'll that buy?

Okay. We came down in 41 together.

Strictly platonic. She was one of those
don't maul me type. She got up a routine

with bubble bath or something and hit
the nightclub circuit.

I caught her act in Long Beach.

Pretty corny. That was about five years
ago.

Haven't given her a dime's worth of
thought since.

She still look like that when you saw
her last?

Where'd you get this?

Keller.

She dyed her hair.

Maybe cut it a little short.

What name was she using?

I've been waiting for you to ask that.

Yeah, I thought you would.

That's the ceiling.

Make it 50 and I'll throw in the name of
the club in Long Beach.

40 does it.

Club Zorro, Long Beach Boulevard.

She was calling herself Janie Joy.

Club Zorro, Janie Joy. Thank you.

Hey, show me two bits for the chowder.

The door's open, handsome, but we're
closed.

It's hot outside.

I guess you got something there.

Mind if I go on with my work?

I'd rather you wouldn't.

Say, what is this? I'm a guy with
questions to ask.

Personal? One of them. How long you
worked around here?

What's it to you?

Not a thing.

Were you around when Janie Joy worked
here?

Who? Janie Joy, 1942.

The name is vaguely familiar.

What about her?

She may have come into some cash.

And the state's trying to locate her.

That's too bad.

I mean, too bad I can't help you.

Ever hear of a man named Keller?

No. Who is he?

Has anybody else been around asking for
him? Not that I know of.

Look, Lamb, I'm a busy woman. If you
have any more questions, just drop them

the suggestion box on your way out.

Thank you, ma 'am.

You've helped me more than you know.

Sorry to call you, but I thought you
ought to know that a detective named

is looking for your friend, Janie Joy.

You ever have a feeling you're being
watched and followed?

Not nearly enough.

Why, who's playing you for a mouse?

Mrs. Johnson.

Oh, did you talk to her?

No, no, I'll leave that to my client.

You better phone Johnson right now and
tell him his wife's downstairs keeping

tabs on me in case he's thinking of
dropping in.

Gosh, you'd think with her, though,
she'd hire someone to watch you.

Well, people like her, they keep people
like us out of work.

Yeah, Martha.

Oh, he thinks he's just too, too social
to join the club.

The automobile club.

Well, come in.

Is this love, or were you looking for a
detective?

Isn't there any other alternative?

Yes, but I haven't got time for it. I
understand you're looking for someone I

know.

Janie Joy.

Sit down.

Tell me more.

Has something happened to her?

She happens to be my sister.

You didn't tell me your name.

My name is Gretchen Regan.

My sister's real name was Jane Regan.

When did you see her last?

When she first left Portland in 1941.

When did you come down here?

42. Why didn't you look for her then?

How do you know I didn't?

Because I covered every agency in this
town. I asked them all if anybody else

had ever been around looking for Janie
Joy.

The answer was always the same.

No.

I see.

No, I didn't look for her, Mr. Bailey,
because... You see, I happen to know she

wasn't in Los Angeles. The last letter I
received from Jane was from Acapulco,

Mexico.

I never heard from her again.

When was that?

Just before I left Portland.

Where did you live in Portland,
Gretchen?

104 .76 Larrabee Avenue.

That's quite a memory you've got.

I'm just looking for a cigarette,
Miss... Shannon.

Norma Shannon.

12 -05 Roxbury.

Who sent you up here, Miss Brieger?

Acute cynicism.

I suppose it's an occupational disease.
Yeah, it's the people I meet. Who sent

you up here?

I'm a model.

I just didn't care for the name Gretchen
Brieger.

I changed it. I didn't know models
changed their names.

The ones named Gretchen Brieger do.

You're a highly improbable character,
Mr. Bailey.

Did someone just bring you up?

You know, you're good. You're very good.

I'm surprised they didn't have your
planter in Afghanistan.

Why stop at Acapulco?

May I go, please?

How did you know I was looking for her?

I went by my agency this afternoon and
saw your card with Janie Joy written

across it.

Now may I go, please?

Well, I wouldn't have missed meeting you
for all the world, Mr. Bailey.

It's the first time I've gone slumming
in years.

You win.

You see, in this racket, you learn to
suspect the worst of everyone.

The few times you're wrong, you have to
apologize.

I'm apologizing.

Well, thank you.

I appreciate it.

You should.

Humble pie gives me hives.

Have you got a car?

Not with me, but there are still buses
running.

Well, I'm going your way, Gretchen.

You can't turn down a ride.

Don't tell me who lives here. Let me
guess.

Oh, too easy.

As long as I'm going out to Beverly
Hills, I thought I'd change my shirt and

out that way.

Oh, Bailey, you're about as subtle as a
Mickey Finn.

I'm not trying to be.

If you're thirsty, you can come up while
I change.

Or you can wait there.

I think you mean it.

Well, I thought detectives all lived in
hall bedroom apartments.

I did, for ten years.

In there.

Do you have any bitters?

Never touch this stuff.

You going for pinups?

She's an old flame.

I'm a little sentimental about her.

Your phone's ringing.

Where are you?

Around the corner.

You forgot that report. I want you to
pick it up right away.

You know, there's something wrong with
this phone. Just like you said, I forgot

to report.

The latest one.

Oh.

Oh, the one in the size nine nylons.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll do that.

You like my girl?

She's very pretty if you like the type.

You think she's as pretty as your
sister?

It's a matter of taste.

You know, you still haven't told me what
I've been waiting to hear.

Come on, let's get out of here.

What's happened to Janie? Why are you
looking for her? I just represent a

client, Angel. I couldn't tell you that
until I had permission.

Now it's my turn to apologize.

You changed your shirt and brought me
home.

And you left your motor running.

You put in a hard day. I thought you
might be hungry.

I am.

Perhaps I could whip up some dinner for
us. Do you like lamb chops?

Let's make it some other time, Angel.

All right.

Some other time.

This is a gun in my hand.

Yeah, I've seen one before.

Lay off, Janie Joy.

There ain't nothing in it for you but a
Chicago overcoat.

Really? Maybe you better count me out.

We'll do that.

Now hold out your hand. I've got
something for you.

Pick it up.

You'll find $200 in there for being
smart.

Next time, we won't be so generous. Any
other jobs you want me to lay off of,

just let me know. I might give you a
reduced rate. I'm in stitches.

Now turn around.

And start walking.

a gun in my hand.

So why didn't you use it? Would that be
nice? He's a cash client.

I didn't get his license number.

No, I was afraid you wouldn't.

Thanks, Bix.

8M2222.

You went off and left that last night. I
took out a buck for the trouble of

finding you and bringing it back.

It's a nice place you got here.

What's Caprio got to do with Janie Jo?

I don't know you or what you're talking
about.

I gather you won't mind if I talk it
over with Caprio.

You ask for trouble, you'll get it. I
hired out for that job. Who hired you?

You know what would happen if I told
you? The guy's tough, huh?

You can say that again.

Whoever's behind you is about as
dangerous as a badminton bird.

Giving me that 200 bucks, that's right
out of Aunt Sadie's hope chest.

You want to tell me about it?

Get in quick. I'll talk to you.

Is something the matter?

Yes, I'd like to talk with you. Police
business.

Police? I see.

Step in, Dan.

Martin is a chauffeur.

Beyond his duties as such, I know
nothing about him.

I give you my word on that.

Fine. Then you won't mind when I bring
charges against him. Oh, yes.

I will mind.

I'd rather you would not bring charges
against Martin.

I shall discharge him, of course, if
what you say is true.

I shall make it worth your while.

Okay.

And the price is cheap.

Just tell me why you want me to drop it.

If I told you, Mr. Bailey, I'm quite
certain you wouldn't believe me. Go

and try me.

You see, it's very simple.

I have a passion for obscurity.

It really amounts to fear.

I happen to believe rather deeply that
only the obscure are ever...

Oh, leisure.

This is Mr. Bailey.

Mr. Bailey, my wife.

Mr. Bailey has had some difficulty with
your chauffeur.

What is it, Linnick? I am sorry, sir,
but I can't find Martin.

Excuse me.

What sort of difficulty, Mr. Bailey?

I'm investigating an ex -showgirl named
Janie Joy.

Martin's working for someone who'd like
me to quit. Tell me, why didn't you

report him?

Why do you want to talk with us about
it?

I know something tougher than that to
answer.

Why haven't I been thrown out?

I do not know.

It is apparent my husband wishes to talk
with you.

Latin American women respect their
husbands' wishes.

I've known one or two that didn't.
Really?

That is an interesting observation, Mr.
Bailey.

Perhaps we should explore it further,
some other time.

Fine. My name's in the book, Stuart G.

But now let's talk about Martin.

Did he work for you in 1942?

I was in a convent in Rio in 1942, Mr.
Bailey.

Perhaps this girl, Janie Joy, is the
sweetheart of Martin. That is harmless

enough.

What do you know about her?

Enough to know she isn't.

Why don't you sit down?

Thank you.

May I fix you another drink?

No, thanks. I'm used to neutral spirits.
These have a tendency to take sides.

May I ask you a personal question?

Martin will be here presently.

Come in.

Yes, sir. Come in, come in.

I'd like to hear your side of the story,
Martin.

What story, sir?

You have seen this man before?

Sure. About ten minutes ago.

He asked me who lived here.

You have never seen him before, Dee?

Not that I know of.

Of course, he has the sort of face you
might not remember.

Okay, let him tell it to the law.

It doesn't make any difference to me.
Mr. Bailey, when did this happen? Last

night. Last night, you are sure?

Then I know you are mistaken.

My team was here.

On duty last night.

Are you willing to tell that story to a
police magistrate? Of course.

It happens to be true.

Thanks, Mrs. Caprillo. That's all I
wanted to know.

Mr. Bailey, what about Martin?

Forget it, Mr. Caprillo. I know when I'm
late.

You may go, Martin.

Nisha.

I thought last night was Martin's night
off.

No, I changed it a few weeks ago.

Hiya, Sherlock.

Just call me Watson. How did you find
me?

Easy, Watson.

Hey, where you been the last two days?

What's on your mind?

I got something for you, but it gives
for cash.

No small change like 40 bucks.

What kind of figures do you think I'll
talk?

What I got?

Plenty, brother.

Plenty. You're wasting your time,
Buffen. I know where Jane Breger is and

she is.

You'll kill me, Bailey.

If you're smart, you'll come down here
now and be ready to talk turkey.

Buster!

You see?

There he is.

He'll come in.

I won't. I won't talk.

I'll give him a story.

Buster! See?

He'll come in in a second.

I won't talk.

I want to report a murder. Buster
Buffins Buffet in Venice.

Your phone's ringing.

I'm wondering why.

My, we're grumpy again.

I'm hungry. I haven't had my four pounds
of raw beef today.

That's what I called about.

I want you to have dinner with me
tonight.

Where?

Here, my apartment.

Think you can find it again?

The car you hear coming to a screeching
stop is me.

Open the door!

How do you feel?

Fine.

Also curious.

Yes? We've talked about everything
except why you brought me up here.

Now we're going to talk about that.

I'd like to know why you're having me
followed.

It takes a very special kind of girl to
spot the fact she's being followed when

it's done right.

And what kind of a girl would that be?

One who peers over her shoulder while
she walks.

And that's the kind of a girl you think
I am?

Well, remember my occupational disease.

So you still don't believe what I told
you about Janie.

If you told me a straight story, why let
me worry you?

For one thing, you had me followed.

You can't expect me to ignore that.

And for another thing, that was last
night.

You took me to your apartment.

We had our drinks.

You took me home.

No tired line.

No phony preliminaries.

I like that kind of guy.

I was going to wait for the report on
you, but we'll have it out right now

instead.

You remember that picture you saw on my
desk?

Yes. That was your long -lost sister,
Janie.

Well, they coached you well.

Whatever information I had, you had.

But they forgot to show you what she
looked like.

But you're wrong.

Janie had dark red hair.

She must have been wearing a wig in that
picture. What of it? It wouldn't change

her that much.

Yes, you're right. It couldn't have
changed her that much.

Your phone's ringing.

Hello?

It's for you.

Excuse me.

Don't say anything, Hazel.

Nothing to say. I just thought I'd go
out and get a bite to eat as long as you

were with her.

Nothing at all?

Nothing, except that she's been tailed.

Guy in the car they haven't taken out of
the crate yet.

What? The one with the wooden sides.

Oh, that's good news. I was afraid you
were slipping.

Look, after dinner, go see Jenkins of
the news and get all the dope you can on

John Vega Caprio and his wife.

John Vega Caprio.

Right.

You know, I didn't study the picture.

All I saw was a mass of pearls and a
rather bare back.

The face just didn't seem to register.

Didn't it?

You know, it just hit me.

Why you took me to your apartment last
night.

Just to see the photograph.

Oh.

Something like that.

And I thought you wanted to see what
kind of a girl I was.

I know what kind of a girl you are.

No, you don't.

If that was Janie's picture, I'd blame
you, really.

But you're all wrong about me. Maybe.

I'd give a lot to be sure.

Why don't you just look at me?

You might find your answer.

Not a chance.

The longer I look at you, the farther I
get from the writings.

As I said once before, you're good.

I suppose you meant that to be nasty.

I found it rather nice.

Come on, let's go.

You mind telling me where?

To your apartment, of course.

Uh -uh. Thanks, just the same.

Wrong again, Mr. Bailey.

We're going to have another look at that
picture.

You're a great housekeeper, Bailey.

You find what you were looking for,
Lieutenant?

This is just as we found it.

Kind of messy, huh?

I'm sorry, Angel. Someone beat us to it.
The picture's gone.

I'll take you home.

I don't like to spoil your fun, Bailey,
but this won't keep.

Sergeant Muller will take you home,
miss.

Do you mind?

No, not at all.

Besides, I've always wanted to ride in a
police car.

Give Muller a cup of coffee to go with
the cake.

You must be working for something hot.

No, Lieutenant Clint, nothing very hot.

What did you have against Buffett?

His clam chowder, it was too cold.

You're all through, Bailey.

Buffett made several calls to you, toll
calls, so there's a record.

An hour after the last call...

He shot and someone who looked just like
you was seen leaving his place.

If you expect the breaks, forget about
being cagey.

What are you working on and what did
Buffen have to do with it?

I wish I knew.

Somebody else got to him first.

Who are you working for?

Give me time to see my client, will you?

This is murder, Bailey.

Your client doesn't count.

I'm afraid he does.

He's not the kind of a client you can
get over a barrel and stay in business.

The D .A. knows him. If the D .A. says
talk, I'll talk.

You'll talk to me or a grand jury. I
don't get my orders from the D .A.'s

office.

You're leaving?

I'm going to check my office.

I don't think the boys found what they
were looking for. You want to come

What will they answer?

Let's go find out.

Were you ever mixed up in a murder
before?

I'll let you in on something.

To the Bunko squad or the vice squad,
that license of yours may mean

To the Homicide Bureau, it's just a
scrap of paper.

A pretty expensive scrap of paper.

Well, take that back.

The license does carry certain
obligations.

Why didn't you report the body?

How did you find it?

Well, you know, that call was no report.

Anything else on your mind?

If there was, you wouldn't be walking
out that door.

it all down, Lieutenant.

Well, that's dandy.

Now tear it up.

Let's talk.

Who are you?

I'm a guy who wants to talk. I'm lonely.

I gotta get out of here. I wouldn't do
that.

Your friend upstairs might see it.

Let's go up and join him. Maybe he's
lonely too.

This ain't your floor.

Elevator doors make noise. Come on,
we'll walk down.

Hey, Sharpie.

Come on, open up.

I'm all ears.

What's the paper chase about?

Get started. We got a long night.

After we talk, we clean the place up.

Maybe you'd rather tell it to the cops.

What is it about me you guys aren't
afraid of?

When you get to know me, I'm a very
odious character.

Me too, Bailey.

A girl once told me I was the most
odious guy she ever met.

Can you imagine that?

Better just drop the canister on the
floor.

You shoot Herbie, I shoot you. Where
will that get us?

Better just drop it.

Car lights were on such a short time, we
didn't think it meant anything.

What are we going to do with them, Reno?

We'll take him where we can talk.

Won't we, Herb? He won't be any trouble.

Pretty smart trick getting off the wrong
floor.

Look, Herbie, the guy's coming too.

I told you he would.

for putting me to bed.

I've been sick.

Lock the door, Sharpie.

He wants to put in some overtime.

You awake?

You okay now?

Where is she?

I wouldn't know.

She's a missing person. That's why the
guy hired me.

You're a bad liar, Toots.

This picture's got no name on it, but
you picked it out of ten others.

Where is she?

I saw a picture before I went up to
Portland.

Fair enough. We'll settle for the name
of your client.

Don't be a hero, Bailey. You're going to
tell us now or later.

Why don't you tell us now and save
yourself some teeth?

I'll talk to my client tomorrow.

Maybe he'll see it your way.

Quit stalling, sweetheart. Let's have
it.

I've been waiting for you to try that.
What took you so long?

I don't get it.

Now, why is Keller looking for her now?

Why didn't he look for her six years
ago?

She'd have been easy enough to find.

Are you going to talk or shall I watch
you around some more? All right, all

right. I'll make a deal.

You tell me why he's looking for her,
and I'll tell you who hired me.

Okay.

Who hired you?

Why is he looking for her?

You see, boys, the guy's a fanatic. He
won't talk to me.

Take it easy, Reno. You're trying to
kill him. He's got to be in condition to

talk.

Guy's a fanatic.

You can't do nothing with fanatics.

Fanatics won't talk.

Put him on the bed.

Why don't we tie him up?

What do you suggest we tie him with?
Have we got any rope?

Guys get out of ropes.

Get Gracie up here. She'll give him a
bromide.

Tell her the guy thinks he's tough.

You asked for this, chum.

You give us a slip every time we try to
follow you.

You never carry anything in your pockets
or anywhere else for that matter

that'll tell us anything we want to
know.

And we'll just have to get it the hard
way.

There he is, Gracie.

Pretty, huh?

Is he out?

Like a string of Christmas lights.

Well, can't give him all this then.
Might kill him.

I'll give him half.

That'll keep him out for the rest of the
night.

Probably for a week. He has to talk to
someone in the morning.

Don't worry about waking him up.

I've got something for that, too.

How soon does it work?

Well, if he was wide awake, anywhere
from 30 seconds to two minutes.

Swell. Let's get some chow. You stay
here with him. I'm just going downstairs

rustle some food. He starts to turn
blue. Call me. Come on, Herb.

Hey, what about me?

You heard what she said. Stay here.

But, Reno.

All right, we'll be back here in ten
minutes and lock him in just in case.

Bye -bye.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Say, what's happened to you?

Are you the drunk they told me was
sleeping it off upstairs?

Yeah, that's me.

I must have been hearing things.

I thought they said it was a gal.

When I drink, my voice gets high.

It's a nice place you got here.

What's it called again?

Just 733.

They don't have names for places like
this.

That's what you think.

There's coffee, Millie.

My name ain't Millie.

Millie got... Fired.

My name's Fanny.

Fanny, would you remember... I hate
people that call me that.

But you just said your name was... My
friends call me Jackie.

Well, Jackie, would you remember... I
said my friends call me Jackie, to you

Miss Phipps. Your name is Phipps.

Certainly.

You know, you ought to learn how to get
along with people.

I see somebody's stopped you.

Miss Phipps, you're what I would call an
observant woman.

Thanks. I'll bet you'll remember a woman
who came in here last Monday morning.

She sat at the table by the door
watching people come into the building.

How much do you bet?

Five.

You lose. I don't remember.

Hello, Mr. B.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Well, you're a sight, period.

Betty, would you remember a woman
spending a lot of time at this table the

morning? She was dressed in black and
kept watching the entrance.

Sure. She bought a ten -cent cup of
coffee and gave me a dollar tip.

She should come in more often.

Was she here long?

She must have been here for two hours
until a funny little man came in and

went away together.

A funny -looking little bald man?

Yes.

What's this for?

You wouldn't understand.

Where have you been? They searched the
whole office.

What happened?

And after all the money you spent on
those jujitsu lessons?

Get Johnson on the phone, will you?
How'd you like to have him in person?

Call this number. Ask for Keller. If
that doesn't work, tell him you want

And tell him it's important.

Where in the... What's the matter with
your face?

You're just the man I wanted to see, Mr.
Johnson.

You've got to get your wife up here. My
wife? Why?

Because I'm dancing on a hot griddle and
she's going to get me off.

What's Jane got to do with it?

Everything. I think I know the answers
now.

I'll find it when I see Keller.

One of the answers is that your wife
killed Buster Buffett.

You're crazy. What right have you got?
What have you found out about her?

Practically nothing.

Jane Breger came down here in 1941 and
sets herself up as Janie Joy, bubble

dancer. But she's scared stiff.

There's something riding her.

Something terrifying enough to drive her
to kill. Get to the point.

When I first talked to Buffen, it was a
40 -buck job.

Then he sees your wife and inflation
sets in. He wants big money. How do you

know he saw Jane?

Because he was a cagey little guy.
Something I said or did led him to think

there was more than 40 bucks to be had.

so he followed me when I left this place
last Monday.

He ran into your wife downstairs.

I just checked on that. And if Jane did
kill him, what do you do?

Throw her to the cops.

I can't dummy up on murder even with you
for a client.

Baby, listen.

You can't sell her out.

If she did do it, you've got to give me
time to get her a lawyer, to get a

defense. You mean an alibi?

Uh -uh.

My neck's in that noose now, and I
wasn't paid to stand in for murder.

If you want to help her, get her down
here.

You haven't proved a thing, Bailey.

What?

Jane's gone.

I drove home to take her to lunch.

Her car was missing. A couple of bags
and some clothes.

Well, that does... It's out of my hands
from now on.

The police show from here on in.

Homicide.

Is Lieutenant Quint around?

Tell him I've got some information for
him.

Bailey.

Yeah.

Well, this is his girlfriend, Maisie.

He'll be awful sorry if you don't get
hold of him.

Oh, is that so?

I throw angles, they toss back curves.

They never heard of Keller Reno.

Did he say anything? He just gave me
that chip and said he wanted to see you.

He looked mean.

All right, Eunice, bring him out.

Thanks for seeing me, Miss Nestor.

Please excuse my appearance. I was
sunbathing. Don't let me interrupt.

Sit down.

Thanks.

Your name isn't really Kilroy, is it?

How much is it going to cost to keep my
being out there quiet?

I can't pay you very much.

At least, not at one time.

How much can you float this trip?

A thousand dollars.

In cash?

Honey, who lets you play house out here
all by yourself?

Then you aren't here to blackmail me.

No, baby, but I should. Just to teach
you a lesson.

You really thought I had the grand,
didn't you?

Was it fun?

You got out of character too soon.

What if I didn't like it when the sweet
note turned sour?

This was for when I got bored with you.

Now tell me how emblazoned you got into
that room.

Who owns the joint?

You still haven't told me how you got in
there.

Three goons took me up.

A jug -eared character named Sharpie,
another named Herb, and a gorilla named

Reno. I've seen them around.

Turned up a couple days ago. Who turned
them up?

I wouldn't know.

I thought they just crawled out from
under a rock.

But a man named Keller turned the rock
over, right?

Let's get to the business at hand.

Why did you want to see me?

I've got to talk to Keller.

Now, I figured if you were important
enough to take over a bedroom whenever

needed it, you might arrange it for me.

I'll give you the phone number. You can
call the place yourself.

I tried that. They never heard of them.

That seems to be that, doesn't it?

You know, I've been sitting here trying
to think of a persuader for you. A way

to get to you. But you seem to have
everything you need.

I wouldn't be too sure of that.

Well, thanks for your time, Irene.

The name's Boots.

Where are you going?

733, I think they call it. Didn't you
get enough the first time? That's one

reason I'm going back.

I like a fighter.

Not me, baby.

Soft hands.

Well, maybe I just like you.

You didn't want my thousand bucks.

I'm going out there at 730 tonight.

Maybe I can put in a word for you.

Okay, if I think of a word, I'll let you
know.

And while you're at it, you might tell
Keller to be at my apartment at 8 o

'clock tonight.

Not that I know anyone named Keller.

Where is your apartment?

His boys know the way. You better give
me the address anyway.

Just in case of an emergency.

Remember, 8 o 'clock.

Your lock is sprung.

Yeah, I just noticed.

You cleaned the place up, you?

Uh -huh.

I tried to get you to your office today.

Bailey, what?

What happened? Was she married?

No, but she wanted to be.

What's on your mind?

Several things.

Last night, I somehow got the feeling
that you had decided to trust me.

Silly, wasn't it?

I don't know.

But you're still having me followed.
Why?

He's not my man, Angel. And don't worry
about him. It's me they're interested

in.

You are in trouble, aren't you?

Well, right now it doesn't seem very
important.

What about the other things?

My sister, of course.

I'd still like to know what's happened
to her.

All my instincts tell me there's
something phony about you.

All except one.

Let's talk about that one.

You did a nice job.

Very thorough.

Don't change the subject.

what I'm thinking?

What? That it wasn't a coincidence.

What wasn't a coincidence?

My having dinner with you while my
apartment was being rifled.

What do you mean?

In this cleanup job.

Did you find what you were after?

All that really does it.

Give me a good reason why you came up
here and I'll take it all back.

I told you Janie wrote me from Al
Capucco.

I found the letter.

Where's the envelope?

Let me go. Listen, I've been burned
before.

I've been given a high -class hot foot
with a gold -plated lighter.

Neither you're phony or most of my facts
are.

I'm still trying to find out which.

Believe me, it doesn't matter.

Not even a little bit.

That's just the trouble that does
matter.

More than I'd like to admit.

Don't ask me why.

If you want me to go away, say so. My
hands have tender knuckles.

Is it important?

All things are relative. I can't answer
that.

It arrived special delivery.

What's the matter?

What's wrong?

Things are going to be happening around
here. I don't want you mixed up in it.

What things? I'm being framed, Angel.
Now you know as much as I do.

When will I see you? I'll call you. But
I... When did this arrive?

About a half hour ago. That's the office
gun, isn't it? Yeah.

One shot fired.

Is there anything I can do?

Yeah. Take the gun and the box that came
in over to my lawyer.

Tell him to call me every two hours,
here and at the office, until I tell him

I'm in the clear.

What if he can't get you when he tries
to call you? He'll know.

Someone downtown was having a joke. Said
you had some information for me. Let's

try that entrance again. You knock and
I'll open the door.

The information wouldn't be about a Mrs.
Ralph Johnson, would it, Bailey?

Why? What about Mrs. Ralph Johnson?

What about her?

I don't see your phone.

Is this my pigeon?

Trace it, mother, next door.

What can I do for you?

I want to thank you for leading us to
Chaney Joy.

It's been quite a haunt.

Only get her out of the water.

We don't like her in the water.

Sure, sure, we'll get her out of the
water. Where?

Under the pier at Malibu.

I wouldn't want for the tide to get her.

Mrs. Johnson is my client's wife, Quint.
What about her? You can't trace a call

if you let them hang up.

She's dead, Bailey.

Body found on the beach about a half
hour ago.

You're going down with her?

Mind if I take my own car?

Not if you don't mind my riding with
you. Bailey, been hunting rabbits

Be well.

Know of her?

It's the right party. Mrs. Ralph
Johnson.

I can't say I know her.

How long has she been dead, Doc?

You tell me, Lieutenant.

I have something for you, Chief.

Found it up here. Just about the spot
she was tossed from.

Well, what do you know?

What's your middle name, Bailey? George?

It begins with G, Quinn. I'll save you
some trouble. It's my pen.

Have you any idea what caliber gun she
was killed with?

That one I can't answer.

32. I can save you some trouble there,
too, Quinn. She was probably killed with

that gun. It was sent back to me this
afternoon by parcel post.

It's too bad you didn't send yourself a
pen, too.

You any idea why I killed her?

Give me time.

She had a bank book in her purse,
Lieutenant.

An account in Westwood under a phony
name.

She closed it out two days ago.

Almost 40 ,000 bucks. That'll do for
motive. Muller, take him downtown and

the key away.

And what about the car? Aren't you
coming?

No, take his car. I'm tired. I'm going
home.

I work an eight -hour shift and I've
done 12 already.

Well, why lock me up?

I'll be at headquarters in the morning.

Can't you smell a frame up when it's
hanging under your nose? Not when you're

the man who's hanging it there. Go on,
Muller, get going. Let's go, Bailey.

You drive.

And don't get cute.

Why don't you want... Need any help?

Nay.

What gives?

Where's Liverlip taking you? I think
it's a case of kidnapping.

Claims he's a cop, but I don't believe
it.

In California, that's a very serious
offense.

You two ought to keep that in mind.

I think he's right, Hazel. We ought to
be sure.

You take him down to headquarters.

If he's a cop, okay.

If he isn't, you can prefer charges. I
can identify...

So you got no wallet, too, huh? Oh,
please, no, not that one.

Come on now.

Come on, come on, come on, like a good
boy.

I think it ought to take you about an
hour to get him down there, don't you?

car's in very bad shape.

I'll see what I can do.

Come on, you drive.

Jack, I want to help if I can. Thanks,
Angel. All I can use now is luck. But

I call the police or get you a lawyer?

Okay, Angel, you got a pen?

Uh -huh. Park across the street. If the
cops start pouring in that door, stick

the pen in your horn and let it blast.

Like mine, too.

Got an aspirin on you?

That is not very flattering.

No offense, Mrs. Caprillo.

I had the headache before I saw you.

Sit down.

Where's Martin?

In the closet?

Martin is my chauffeur.

Nothing else.

He's no chauffeur, Pet.

Is that the only way you could pay him
blackmail, by giving him a job?

Blackmail? Mm -hmm.

Shall we go into whatever it is you're
afraid of, beautiful?

Or shall we have ourselves some gay
repartee first?

I am afraid of nothing.

I am only... terribly curious about
something.

You see, I know Jamie Joy.

Just drop your ashes on the floor.
There's a girl who comes in once a

Perhaps you do not know she spent some
time in Brazil.

We may be able to help each other.

Well, let's start with what it's going
to cost me.

How?

Bailey, I've just been notified that
Jane... that Jane's dead.

Murdered. Yeah, I just... I'm holding
you accountable, Bailey.

You've bungled, disobeyed orders.

You've stirred up... Now, let's take it
easy. You'll never work again, Bailey.

Not in this town.

All right, have it your way.

I'm glad you called. I got a letter from
your wife today.

Wanted to check with you before I opened
it.

A letter?

From Jane?

Yeah.

It's... Public property now, Bailey. The
police will open it, not you or I.

Have you got that straight?

Yeah. I'm glad you see it that way.

Be patient, Angel. We can start needling
each other again in a second.

in Brazil.

What was she doing down there?

She was an entertainer.

What's she hiding from?

I do not know.

Why are you looking for her?

I'm not sure I know.

You know, it is really asking very
little and I think I could make it worse

your while.

Tell me, please.

Okay, gorgeous.

We'll get together on it.

But there's no hurry about it, is there?

I hate to be mauled.

Hey, Janie.

Okay, you can go now. I had to be sure
you were Jane Breger before you got out

that door.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that you're Janie Joy, bubble
dancer. The same girl whose name was

Jane Breaker when she left Portland six
years ago with Buster Buffer.

What does my aversion to being mauled
have to do with Janie Joy?

Everything, Janie. It's the one thing
they all remembered about you. You are

making sense.

Maybe you'd better go.

There might be some unpleasantness
around here in a minute.

Your old friend Keller is due.

You are wrong.

I do not know anyone named Keller.

Come in.

Perhaps I should have called you up
first.

Where are Reno and the boys? Out in the
corridor?

I came alone.

Do you want me to wait outside?

No, come on in. I want you to meet an
old friend.

Janey!

It's been a long time.

Believe me, not half long enough.

It's been good to you.

Time, I mean.

You blossom.

It appears you haven't changed a bit.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Stuart, I...

Janie.

So it was you who hired him. If I'd
wanted to be found, if I'd wanted to see

you, I'd have... Janie, you're wrong.

I had nothing to do with it. Well, I...
I am sorry, ladies. You'll have to

excuse me. I haven't all night.

I don't have some business to transact.
What was it, cops?

No, it was a man in a chauffeur's
uniform.

He started to come in the apartment, and
when he saw this man, he hid.

Then I saw him sneaking in the back way.

Martin's getting nervous.

What are his plans?

I don't know.

He's been gone all day.

He's nearly crazy because of the way he
handled this.

You're not really smart.

You're just lucky. Come on in.

This is getting a little bit crowded for
our conference, isn't it, Bailey? Do we

need privacy?

Not at all.

Tell me where she is and I'll go.

Who is she, Kelly?

I ask you where she is. There is a price
on the information.

Name it.

You worked with her at the carousel.

How well did you know her?

What has she got to do with us?

She was using your name.

She was on the run. Needed a place to
hide.

You mean you weren't looking for me at
all?

Who is she?

Ellen Ellsworth.

She married him.

She's his wife.

And then one day, about a year ago, she
ran out on you.

Tell me something, Keller.

Is it your wife you want or your 40
grand?

I'll settle for the 40 grand.

Where is she?

Dead.

Murdered.

Sometime this afternoon.

Who killed her, Billy?

I thought maybe you did.

That's what I thought you thought.

Are the cops outside?

If they are, they're looking for me.

What's the next step, Keller?

Portland.

My plane leaves in an hour.

I thought you were after your 40 grand.

That's what I wanted to believe.

But it seems what I really wanted was to
have my wife back.

What do you think of that?

I'm having a rough time believing it.

You didn't know her.

She was... Well, she had a way of making
a twisted guy like

me believe in things again.

Very touching little scene, but I'm
going home now. Come, Martin.

I've got a couple of nasty questions to
ask first.

Does your husband know about you? No.

And he mustn't ever.

That's why I didn't keep in touch with
my sister.

That's why I sent Martin to pay you off
the way I've been paying off that girl

at the club Zorro.

So my husband wouldn't find out. Maybe
he knows more than you think.

There's nothing you and your husband
would like better than to have Janie Joy

dead and buried.

On the Los Angeles police records, this
woman was born Jane Breger, alias Janie

Joy. And now she's dead.

I didn't know she was using my name.

It's a little far -fetched.

Murder's far -fetched, too, Janie.

But the killer went out of his way to
call and tell me Janie Joy was dead.

Now, why do you suppose he did that when
the dead woman wasn't Janie Joy? Find

yourself a fall guy somewhere else,
chum. We're leaving. Just a minute.

I killed my wife. The police just told
me, and I'm going to kill you. Take it

easy, Johnson. I didn't kill your wife.
I was trying to arrest you. That's my

story. You resisted, and I shot you.
That's one hitch.

There are witnesses that'll tell it
differently.

Get over there.

Go on.

Killed my wife for a few thousand dirty
dollars.

No jury on earth will convict me for
shooting you. They'll do more than

you, Johnston. I've already got a pretty
good case that you killed your wife.

You're smart, Bailey.

In front of witnesses, you accuse me of
murder.

Now, I don't dare pull this trigger.

Let's call in the police.

I'm afraid that won't help.

But this might. That's Jane's letter.
That's for the police to open. It's

addressed to me.

Not that I expect much from it. Don't
look at that.

I wouldn't do that, Johnston. You've got
a gun, brother. Use it.

That gun in his hand is mine and it
isn't loaded.

He's kidding you, Johnson.

I'll take that letter now, Bailey.

Get over there.

I just used it as bait to bring you up
here, Johnson. I knew a letter from your

wife would get you on the prowl for
sure.

You see, you outsmarted yourself when
you made that phone call.

Get Janie Joy out from under the pier.

The police were here when you made it.
And that was the killer talking,

That was you trying to establish your
wife had been killed by somebody out of

her dusty past.

It was a good idea, except for one
thing.

It wasn't Janie Joy under the pier.

You get that, Johnson?

Your wife wasn't Janie Joy.

And everyone in this rat race knew that.
Except you and me.

What are you talking about?

I told you it took a real name to get
into a university. But it doesn't have

be your own. Your wife took a real name.
The name of her friend, Jane Brigger.

And that's your case?

Only part of it. The gun in your hand's
another part. And that box my gun came

back in. The printing's the same as on
those phony blackmail notes.

Why did you write those notes, Johnson?

To scare her into admitting something?

Well, you forced her into the open where
she had to kill.

Only because of you.

All right, Bailey.

I wrote the note.

Well, that's better.

We're coming near the truth now, aren't
we? But I didn't kill her.

I was crazy about her.

Maybe you were crazy about her 40 ,000.

Yeah, and you got her money, Johnson.

But that isn't really why you killed
her.

You killed her because you were crazy
about her.

She had a way of making a twisted guy
like you believe in things again. Isn't

that right, Johnson?

And she loved you.

You thought until the truth came out.

Until you found she was dirtier than any
of the dirty characters you fought your

way up with.

You found out she was a liar and a
thief.

And now you know she was a bigamist. But
worse than that, she hadn't ever really

loved you. You were a hideout. That's
all you ever meant to her.

She was playing you for a sucker.

And you let her crawl right into your
heart.

And then she cut the heart right out of
you.

Stop it!

Turn around, all of you. No, use your
head, Johnson. You're licked.

But your wife was a killer, too. No jury
will be too hard on you to stop there.

Go on, you can die talking if you want
to. She did.

Still talking, still lying.

Turn around!

You didn't have a case until a few
seconds ago.

Thanks. Let's go, Johnson. We're paying
a visit to an old friend of yours, the

district attorney.

You know, I'm the kind of a guy who can
admit he's been a dope. And I'm the kind

of a gal that can go for a dope like
you. Hey, hey, I just saw Quint with

client on a short leash. What gives?

Murder. Him?

You mean we lose money on this?

Well, just so it won't be a total loss.

I didn't think there'd be a line.

I've got news for you, dear. This is the
end of the line.