All language subtitles for A Shriek in the Night . 1933 .eng

What's up?

What's happened?

Somebody is a little drunk.

It's Mr. Harker! He's fallen from the penthouse!

- Harker?
- Is he dead?

- I'll say.
- We better call the police!

Come on, let's pick 'em up and carry 'em inside!

No, don't touch 'em until the police get here!

Calling Car 14.

Calling Car 14.

In 13's district, at 921 Lake Street.

921 Lake Street.

Harker Apartments. Investigate an accident.

That's all.

What are you doing, Wilford?
Reconstructing the accident?

I'm afraid I fell.

Yes, I'm afraid you did.

The next time you do it, see if you can't
be a little nearer the edge of the roof.

If he jumped from here, it would
land him just about where he fell.

Well, why do you say 'jumped'?

Because I'm an inspector
and I can say anything I want to.

- I only thought --
- I know.

I've warned you against thinking.

You think I'm so dumb I haven't
considered the possibilities of a murder.

But I have, Wilford. That's why I'm having so much fun.

Who's the young lady?

If I take her word for it, she was Harker's secretary.

Must be pleasant having such a secretary
living on the premises.

I wonder if I could've been wrong
about you all this time.

Do you know any reason why Mr. Harker
would commit suicide, Ms. Terry?

No. I can't imagine him doing it.

- Now, now I'm --
- Wilfred.

Why don't you go in with the doc? He might need you.

Oh. Oh, yes. Yes, sir.

How long have you been working for Mr. Harker?

Only three weeks.

Not long enough to know much
about his affairs, eh?

No.

Did he always have his secretaries
live on the premises?

I believe so.

Anyone else live here?

Any servants or housekeepers?

You mean a chaperone?

There's only one maid, Augusta.

She's a little bit dumb,
but very respectable, I assure you.

Would you like to meet her?

Just a minute.

Thanks.

Where is your bedroom?

In there.

What time did you go to bed?

About 9:30.

I went to my room earlier than that to read.

I heard Mr. Harker go out about nine o'clock,
but I didn't hear him come in.

Do you sleep soundly?

I suppose so.

And you heard nothing? No other
disturbance until the shriek?

Not a sound.

Alright. Let's see the maid.

This way.

Listen!

That's in her room!

Augusta! Are you alright?

Yes. No.

I am not. There's a man in my room!

- Where?
- Him!

Oh, he's a police inspector.

Mr. Harker's had an accident.

No!

Was anybody hurt?

He's dead. He fell from the roof garden.

Mr. Harker? Oh, the poor man.

What was he doin' hangin' over the roof garden?

That's what we want to know.
Now, were you here all evening?

Yes, I was.

I meant to go out, but I was reading
such an exciting mystery...

... all about a green face that
floats up to windows.

Can you imagine that?

I don't know how respectable she is,
but you were right about the dumb part.

Outside of green faces, did you see or hear anything?

Now, that's funny. I did.

At least I think I did.

I was asleep when I heard it.

But I was dreaming such an exciting dream,
I wouldn't let myself wake up...

... for fear of missing the finish.

You could've stayed for the second show.

What?

Nothing. Let it go.

Well, as I was saying. I heard the noise,
but I don't know if it was a real noise...

... or just a noise in the dream.

You see, I can hear dreams as well as see them.

Where's Wilfred?

- Wilfred?
- Yeah, my secretary.

I want him to meet Augusta.
They have so much in common.

What was the noise you may not have heard?

It was a sort of hiss.

Like that.

That settles it. You've got to meet Wilfred.

Gee. You're not at all like Phil O. Dans.

Well, that's alright. You're so much like the
maids in the mystery novel...

... that I'm almost convinced that Harker was murdered.

Murdered?

If you're through with me for the moment,
I'd like to go get dressed.

Sure, go ahead. But don't leave the apartment.

Pleasant dreams.

Hello, Inspector Russell speaking.

Who lives in the penthouse across the hall?

Why, it's vacant, sir.

Oh. Who lives in the apartment
directly under this?

Mr. and Mrs. Tom Colby.

Well, give 'em a ring and find out if they
heard any disturbance up here tonight.

Call me back.

Yes, sir.

Hello, Jim.

Say, listen, Jim, I...

No, no, I...

- Hello, Eddie.
- Hello, Ted.

- What's the latest?
- Oh, nothin' much.

Gang's still waitin' upstairs.

Why don't you go up?

I'm stuck down here. Chief told me.

Oh.

Say, Eddie, you wouldn't like
to make a fin, would ya?

A fin?

This another one of your jokes?

No, on the level.

One of those who's upstairs bet me a ten-spot
that there was no eagle on the lieutenant's badge.

Do I collect?

Accordin' to my tag, you do.

Wait'll they see that. I'll give ya
five bucks for helpin' me win it.

Too easy.

I'll say it is.

I beg your pardon, gentlemen.

Wait a minute.

Who do you think you are?

You must be a new man.

Old enough to know a wise guy like you.

Sorry, Lieutenant. Go right in.

Don't make that mistake again, my good man.

No, sir.

How is it?

Smells alright.

How'd you get in here?

Power of the press.

Well, suppose you just press right out again.

I thought you might need my help.

Not while I have Wilfred.

Beat it.

Alright. You'll be sorry.

- Well?
- No marks of violence.

But it looked like he clutched
at something as he went down.

Three of his nails were broken off.

Three of his nails, eh?

Wonder how that happened.

Did you find any evidence of suicide? Any notes?

Nope.

Murder?

Nope. Nobody heard a sound.

Then it must've been an accident.

Yes, I guess it was.

Central 5800.

Morning news? City editor, please.

Mr. Perkins, Pat Morgan.

I don't know enough yet, but you can
give it a spread, one of those question things.

'Was Harker murdered?'

Alright, give me your rewrite man.

Hello?

Pat Morgan on the Harker case.

Who?

Stop asking questions and take this down.
I may get stopped any minute.

Okay. Go on.

You can give it a heading in questions.
'Was Harker philanthropist or crook?'

'Who was the mysterious Bee (B - double E)
who telephoned Harker's apartment...'

'... two hours before his death and said,
"I've got to see you"?'

'Why was Martini, big underworld boss, a
frequent and secret visitor at Harker's apartment?'

Got it. Go on.

'What was the meaning of the serpent card
sent to Harker twelve hours before his death?'

I have it, but I'm afraid I can't
get it to you tonight.

Describe it.

Picture of coiled serpent in corner of card.

Phonetic spelling of 'hiss' coming from it's mouth.

Letters clipped from newspaper and
pasted on card read 'You will hear it'.

Another question. 'Was the hissing sound the maid
heard the materialization of the threat of the card?'

And last. 'Was Harker's death accident,
suicide, or murder?'

That all?

- Okay.
- Thanks.

I thought I told you to get outta here.

I'm goin'.

Hey. Hey, get a load of this, will ya?

Why didn't you send in the dope
on that Harker death?

But I did, Mr. Perkins.
I gave it to a rewrite man.

You gave it to The Express!

I placed you on the spot three
weeks before the murder happened!

And when it breaks, we're carrying
a spread of the European debt situation!

You're fired!

But --

Hello, close out Pat Morgan.

I found it under the rug, ma'am.

Oh, so that's who it was!

Oh, what a dirty trick!

I'll slash his throat!

What a low double-crosser!

I'll get even with him if it
takes my last brain cell!

And he knew it'd cost me my job.

I'll get even with him and how I'll
get even! I'll kill him! I'll kill him!

Is it somebody you don't like, ma'am?

Help! Help!

Lordy!

Help! Help! Lordy, Lordy!

What's the matter? What's the matter?

There's a lady dead!

Who?

Ms. Colby done turned blacker than I is!

I'll see you at the office.

Was she strangled?

Looks like it.

You want to see something interesting?

Come here.

Does that suggest anything to you?

Harker could've fallen from here instead
of from the roof garden, couldn't he?

He not only could, but we
believe that he did.

That broken pole suggests that someone
clutched at the curtain in an effort to save himself.

Now Harker's nails were badly broken.

And there are deep scratches
in the paneling there.

And now we'll talk about you.

You don't mind, do you?

Of course not.

What do you wanna know?

Do you know a reporter by
the name of Ted Ryan?

Yeah, I can see that you don't.

Well, he got a lot of first-hand information in his
paper this morning and I can't figure out where he got it.

Unless it was from you.

May I see it?

Well? Did he get it from you?

Alright. Now let's have a little talk.

And then I'll decide whether or not I'm going to
lock you up for withholding information from the police.

Yeah, Wilfred is on his way down now,
with a picture of Colby.

He's been missing since last night.

Broadcast a description of him.

And tell Brown I want all the hotels checked.

The steamboats, railroad stations.

Send out a general alarm.

When ya get him, book him for murder.

Alright.

Alright, what's your name?

It's Morgan. Pat Morgan.

I'm a reporter on the morning news.

That is, I was a reporter on the morning news,
until Ted Ryan pinched my story last night.

What did they do -- fire you?

What was the idea of posing
as Harker's secretary?

What are you after?

Harker. My editor got wind of some connection
between Harker and Joe Martini.

He couldn't figure what the town's favorite
saint was doing in business with a racketeer.

Were they in business?

I don't know. I know Martini was
up here several times.

Always late at night, and always
when Harker thought I was asleep.

But as far as getting anything definite
on him, I didn't have any luck.

How about the Colby woman?

Her name was Bee, by the way.

It was?

Well, that looks like --

The world's oldest story. That's
why we're after the husband.

But what I want to know is about that
last phone call of hers.

How did you know about it?

I listened in on the extension.

Oh. What did you hear?

A woman's voice, and she said,
'This is Bee. I've got to see you.'

And Harker said, 'Alright,' and hung up.

Talkative huss, wasn't he?

Has Martini got an apartment here?

804.

How did you get ahold of the serpent card?

Do you think there's anything in it?

I'm asking the questions.

How did you get hold of it?

I snitched it out of his pocket.

Been kind of busy, haven't you?

Did you see him when he got it?

How did he act? Scared?

Puzzled. He tossed it in the
wastebasket, and then fished it out.

Studied it for a few minutes,
and put it in his pocket.

Where is the card now?

I'll get it.

Did you find another one?

- Yeah.
- Where?

In Mrs. Colby's apartment?

In the wastebasket.

What does it mean?

Oh, it's either a threat, or some
fake advertisement.

I'm checking now to see if anyone
else in the house got one.

Well, is there anything else you want to tell me?

No. But maybe if I stayed on for a few
more days, and went through his papers...

... I might run across something.

And as his secretary, I should
help settle his affairs.

Don't you think it's a good idea?

I think it's a good penthouse.

You know, I oughtta lock you up.

If we'd have had this information last night
about the Colby woman and her husband...

... we'd have Colby now.

What's the use of expecting a reporter
to tell a cop anything?

But I'm not a reporter anymore,
and I might run across something.

Don't you think it's a good idea?

I think you're trying to flirt with me.

If I didn't have four kids, and a wife that
could lick her weight in wildcats...

... I might like it better.

Go on. Stay here.

But don't get the idea that you're smarter than the police.

And don't hold back anything that you find.

Hello?

I think we have Colby for you.

What do you mean 'think'?
Won't he admit it?

He isn't admitting anything.
He's down at the morgue, on a slab.

What? I'll be right down.

What is it? Where're you going?

Have they found Colby? Oh, let
me go with you!

But --

But I'm not a reporter anymore. And you
can tell me everything in perfect confidence.

Alright, alright.

Mark!

Hey! Hey, Pat!

Hey, follow that car, will ya?

Hurry up!

Well, I made it.

Hey! Hey!

Well, I'll --

Uh-oh!

What you all got me down here for?
I ain't goin' in that place!

- Oh, yes you are.
- Oh, yes I ain't.

Can't get me in that place. I done seen one
dead body today and that's enough.

It's too much, yes, sir!

We only want you to look at a man.

Dead?

Yeah.

Nothin' doin'!

Who is the man?

Colby.

Mr. Colby dead?

Why, I didn't like that man alive!

So what makes you think I'm
goin' to like 'em dead?

Why didn't you like 'em alive?

He didn't talk enough. And it's a
sure thing he ain't doin' no talkin' now.

All he did was sit around and look at
the walls, starin'. That's what.

And it ain't good when a man don't talk.

Well, it won't be good for you if ya
don't get out of that car now.

It ain't gonna be good for me
if I does, so I'm stayin'.

You want me to lock you up?

Where?

In the city jail.

They is alive in jail, ain't they? Alright, sir.
Lock me up with the livin'.

- What's the trouble?
- She won't budge.

I ain't anxious to start no trouble, sir,
but I just naturally don't like dead people.

You the janitor?

Yes, sir.

You knew Colby before, didn't you?

Oh, yes, sir.

Alright, that's enough of
identification. You can go.

- That a way?
- Right.

Yes, sir!

- Here ya go.
- Okay.

Hey!

Hey, Eddie! Open up, will ya?

Hey, listen. Stick around here, will ya?
I may be goin' right back.

- Hello, Eddie.
- Hello.

How's the boy?

Hiya, Sam.

What detained you?

I had some business to attend to.

What you mean is you wasted an hour
hanging around the police station.

If you'd picked me up, I'd've told
you they were headed for the morgue.

Is it the depressing atmosphere of this place
or do I imagine that you're angry with me?

I angry with you? What have
I to be angry with you about?

You only pinched my story and
made me lose my job.

And what does that matter?

You lost your job?

Yes, I lost my job. I suppose
you think that's very funny.

It's probably the funniest thing
you ever heard of.

Probably laughed yourself sick over it.

Oh, no, darling, I --

Hey, it's alright to cry in this joint.
But nix on the lovemaking.

Oh, you go to the devil, will ya?

Come on, darling, let's get outta this place.
He hasn't any romance in his soul.

Let's go to a speakeasy.

What's romantic about a speakeasy?

I'm gonna propose to ya again.

And no cracks from you.

The only funny crack I can think
of would have to come from her.

Yeah? What's that?

If she said yes.

Funny man.

You know, darling? Eddie's wife got
'em the job here in the morgue.

She thought he'd take the hint and die.

Come on, honey.

Well, do we go straight to the marriage bureau
or do I have to do some more talking?

You have to do plenty of talking.

Okay, we'll go to Joe's.
I'll even take ya in the cab.

375 West 58th.

Couldn't ya sit a little closer?

Not without being arrested.

And speaking of arrest, did you know
that the Harker case was all over?

All over?

Yep, all washed up.

What do you mean? What happened
at the apartment?

Plenty. Did you see Harker's
maid, Augusta, last night?

I don't think so.

You don't think so?

Well, believe me, darling, you'd remember her.

You called me 'darling'.

I didn't mean to.

Well, she's something to feast the eyes on.

Or was... She was found murdered this morning.

In Harker's apartment?

No, the janitor's.

Say, are you kidding me?

I? Listen, I'm the one who shouldn't
trust you -- not you me.

I'm sorry, darling. Go on.

Well, they found a marriage
license in the apartment.

Whose?

The janitor's.

It seems she was married to the janitor,
but worked for Harker.

Oh. One of those.

Look here, you worked for Harker, too!

Only on a double-cross.

He only made a couple of passes at me.

He made what?

Why, I'll kill him!

Well, he's already dead.

The janitor killed him.

Killed him, and his wife,
and then committed suicide.

They dragged his body out of the East River this morning.

That's what they had down at the morgue.

The janitor's body?

And the maid's, too.

Say, listen, has any of the mob
got this story yet?

I don't think so.

Hey, driver. Driver, drive up
to that drugstore, will ya?

Ya mind if I phone it in?

- No.
- I'll only be a minute.

- Alright, but hurry.
- I'll hurry.

Driver, drive on.

You don't want to wait?

I don't want to wait!

Driver, drive back to the drugstore.

I figured you might wanna go back.
That's why I made that right turn back there.

You know too much.

I've been drivin' a cab for ten years.

I've seen about all there is to see.

Here you are, miss, and there's your man.

Man? Don't be vulgar.

Where'd you go?

- Listen, Ted --
- What's the matter?

That story I told ya about the maid and the janitor...

Well, what about it?

It isn't the truth. I made it up.

I wanted to get even for last night, so I made
it up. There isn't a word of truth in it.

Holy smokes!

Haven't you got a nickel?

No.

I didn't know you'd mind so much.

Mind? I phoned that story into your paper.

- My paper?
- Yeah, I wanted to make up for last night.

Haven't ya got a nickel?

No!

I told your editor what happened
last night, and I held the scoop up...

... if he'd give ya your job back.
He said yes, so I gave him the story!

Haven't ya got a nickel?

No!

- Terry?
- Yes?

Come in here. I found somethin'
just like in a mystery.

Come on, come on.

What are you doing?

Oh. Mr. Harker's lawyer said I was to pack up
Mr. Harker's things and clear out the apartment.

But look at those drawers.

Mr. Harker's or the wooden ones?

Oh, Ms. Terry, aren't you the one!

The wooden ones! Do you see any difference in them?

Did they come out of the same chest?

They did, and so I investigated.

And look what I found!

I pressed and pressed all around here.

And finally, sure enough, there it was --
a little place behind there.

- Empty.
- But it wasn't.

There was a letter there.
And it reads like a threat.

And he signed himself 'The Juice'.

What?

Oh, that means the electric chair.

Central 5800.

Morning news? Get me to Files, please.

Hello?

Hello, Willie? This is Pat Morgan.

Would you do me a favor?

Why, yes.

Look in the files and see when and where
a man by the name of Denny Fagan was executed.

That's all I have is the name.

What? The chair, yes.

And call me back at Drake 604A.

Thanks. And, Willie, see if it
says anything about his relatives.

Particularly a brother, or anyone who
visited him on the day of his execution.

That's right. Thanks.

Augusta, will you make yourself scarce?

Scarce?

Scarce. In other words, scram.

What are you going to do, ma'am?

If I wanted you to know, do you think
I'd ask you to leave the room?

Oh. I never thought of that.

Will you send the janitor up here right away, please?

Thanks.

Mr. Martini's apartment, please.

Mr. Martini doesn't answer.

Thank you.

- Janitor, miss.
- Yes, come in.

What's your name?

Peterson.

Well, look. Do you have a passkey to all the apartments?

Yes, ma'am.

For ten dollars, would you let me
in an apartment for five minutes?

While you stand guard outside?

- What apartment?
- Joe Martini's.

No, I couldn't think of it, miss.
Not for twenty dollars.

Not even if it helped solve the
mystery of Mr. Harker's death?

Mr. Harker's death?

Why, that's solved!

I identified Mr. Colby's body myself.

The police said he did it.

Maybe. But I don't think so.

Come on, nobody'll find it out. I just phoned
Martini's apartment and there was no answer.

Now, all you've got to do is stand guard out in the hall.

And if Martini comes out of the elevator, you whistle,
or better still, you could hammer on something.

No, I don't like it, miss. I'd
be sure to lose my job.

If I get caught, I'll swear I got in
with a skeleton key. Come on!

Well, alright. If you'll keep me out of it.

But I don't like it.

Here you are, miss.

Now you stand by this radiator, and if you
hear him coming, you hammer on it.

Alright, miss, but I don't like it.

It'll be alright.

Good afternoon, Mr. Martini.

Hello.

Ms. Terry, in Apartment A.

Just a moment.

Hello?

Oh, so it's you!

Well, I've called every speakeasy
in town. Where are you?

I'm at home. What's on your
beautiful little mind?

Little mind? Plenty.

Listen, I've just found something.

Did you ever hear of a man by the
name of Denny Fagan?

What was that? Did you drop something?

No. Don't say anymore.

I'll be right up.

Thank you.

Blue steel revolver.

Black blackjack.

Pink toothbrush.

Well, what in the world?

I'm spending the night.

- Here?
- Certainly!

You know, I didn't like that
sound over the telephone.

Somebody was listening in.

What's this about Denny Fagan?

Do you remember the case?

Certainly. He was sent to the chair
for killing Julius Brigman.

Well, look at this.

- What?
- We found this in Harker's things.

Anything else?

Plenty. Guess whose mob he was in.

I couldn't imagine. Not Mr. Josephus Martini's?

Yes, Mr. Josephus Martini's. I just got
the dope on it from the office.

There may be something in it,
and then again, no.

Listen, if Colby killed his wife,
and then Harker and the case is closed...

Who's interested enough in this
apartment to listen in over the phone?

Surely Colby wasn't listening
in from the morgue.

Let's hope not!

Help! Help! Help me somebody!

Oh, Ms. Terry, where are you?

Right here. Stop shrieking!

It's only a fuse.

I'll call the janitor.

Oh! There's a man in the room!
I just touched 'em!

He's a friend of mine.
Keep your hands of 'em.

Certainly.

Hello. This is Ms. Terry. Will you
send the janitor up right away?

The lights have gone out.

Thank you.

- There's the ice.
- Thanks, Augusta.

- Want a lemon?
- Yes, Augusta. Lemon.

You know, come to think of it. This Fagan kid
was supposed to be mixed up with Martini.

- Oh!
- That got it, miss.

Oh. I'll see if any of the globes are burned out.

Alright, thanks.

Want some more ice in yours?

She's still lookin' for the lemon.

I'll find it.

Some people would thinks I'm a swell guy.

Oh, you're crazy!

Yeah? Well, that's your idea.

You're only showin' off for my
benefit. I can use a gun.

You'd probably shoot me and become a widow
before you'd tasted the joys of being married to me.

Good heavens, what a man!

Certainly!

Why don't you shut up and go to bed?

Well, I can't very well go to
bed with you hanging around here.

I'm leaving.

And if anything should happen, you
stay in here and keep the door locked.

Even if I hear you yelling, 'Pat! Pat! Come save me!'?

Certainly! Oh, go to the devil, will ya?

Don't drink all the scotch!

It's beer.

Come on. Stick 'em up and keep 'em up.

Now, then. Maybe you'll tell me
what you're doing in here.

Martini!

Yeah. Old dry Martini himself.

Hey, wait a minute. I'll go with ya.

You stay here.

Don't be silly!

There's a deep cut in the head,
but I'm not satisfied.

I want an autopsy.

Alright.

Alright, Martini, talk.

No, you talk!

What was one of your men
doin' in my place?

Finding enough evidence to send
you up for life.

Yeah, and did he have a search warrant?

I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

Weston was probably trying to
serve it on you when you killed him.

You'll have to come stronger than that.

I wasn't even in the apartment when he died.

- How do you know when he died?
- I heard him yell.

They heard 'em yell, too.

I was with them when it happened.

So ya can't pin this on me!

Maybe not. But I can about six gang
killings on you and that oughtta be enough.

Take 'em down and lock 'em up.

Who, me?

No, Wilfred. I want 'em locked up. Alright,
Brown, take a couple o' men with you.

Yes, sir. Shall I iron 'em?

You bet! And keep your eye on 'em every minute!

This is gonna cost you your job, Russell.

You shouldn't threaten a police
officer. It isn't polite.

Get going!

Go up to the penthouse. I wanna
have a little talk with you.

You stay here until I come back.

May I make a suggestion --

No, Wilfred. Make it to the doctor. I'm tired.

I wouldn't stay here another night
for all the tea in China.

You're smarter than somebody else I know.

I want you to get outta here in the morning.

You're not only in danger,
you're just plain dumb.

When you found this letter,
why didn't you bring it --

I was going to.

You were going to?

But first, you thought you'd be smart. You had to
go messing around in Martini's apartment.

He didn't see me.

He saw you alright. He thought
you got the paper that my man got.

He was here tonight to get it back.

And in being here, he saved his own life.

What makes you think that?

Brains. And a valentine.

I can't figure out yet how the mistake was made.

But my man got what was
intended for Martini.

We found it in Martini's apartment.

Then I was right. Colby didn't kill them.

Maybe.

- Mail.
- Oh, thank you.

Good heavens, Augusta!

You look like you're going to a funeral.

I am, ma'am. Mr. Harker's!

Oh.

And they're buryin' Mr. and
Mrs. Colby today, too.

And if I hurry, maybe I can catch them both.

Well, have fun.

Oh, Ms. Terry! How you do say
such dreadful things!

Who is it?

Where do you want this?

What's the matter, miss? Did I startle you?

Oh, I'm sorry.

But you told me to bring up the trunks.

Oh, I know. I forgot about them.

You can put them anywhere. It doesn't matter.

I wonder could you come down
and pick out yours?

I got Mr. Harker's out, but I don't know yours.

Alright.

But couldn't we go down in the elevator?

Yes, ma'am.

You can't get my trunk up here
any too quick to suit me.

I just got a warning that
I was gonna be killed.

You, miss?

Oh, who would wanna kill you?

I wish I knew!

Do you live down here?

Over there.

My, but it's dark!

I'm the janitor.

Where's the trunk room?

There, this way.

Aren't there any lights in here?

I'll go in and turn them on.

Why the gas in the bell?

I was just about to light the incinerator.

Well, that can wait. These gentlemen
want you to go with them now.

We want to examine some of the apartments.

Yes, sir.

Start in on this one.

If you don't need me any longer,
I'd like to get back to my work.

Alright, but leave us your passkey.

Yes, sir.

May I make a suggestion?

- No.
- But you --

I'm busy. Some other time, Wilfred.

What do you want?

Why, I...

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Help!

Oh, help! Help!

He's killing 'em, in there!

Pat, Pat! Here, darling.

You're alright.

He tried to get away.

Hi.

Oh, Doctor, how is Ms. Morgan?

Oh, she'll be alright. Just keep
her quiet a couple of days.

Ted!

Try and keep 'er quiet.

May I come in?

Certainly. Hurry up.

- Has he confessed?
- Yep.

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten!

Well, tell me about it.

Did he kill 'em all?

Yeah. With the exception of Colby.

How?

With gas. They've just held an
autopsy on all the bodies.

I know. Augusta was nearly broken-hearted
because they called off all the funerals.

Why did he kill them?

Revenge. You were right, as usual.

He was Denny Fagan's brother. Fagan was a
cab driver, just a kid and, according to him, honest.

Fagan was sharing an apartment with
one of Martini's men.

They used Fagan's cab to take
Brigman on his last ride.

They even planted the gun on the kid!

And he was the only one of the mob
that didn't have an airtight alibi.

Ah, gee, ya look cute in that bandage.

Please, get on with the murders.

Well, that's all. Denny Fagan
was sent to the chair.

That's all? Isn't that enough?

Just a young kid, too.

You're not going to feel
sad about it, are you?

I would if his brother hadn't
tried to stuff me in a furnace.

Where did Harker come in?

Harker engineered the Brigman killing.

Brigman was in Harker's way, so
he ordered him snuffed out.

Martini's mob found it convenient
to let Fagan take the rap.

You mind if I hold your hand?

Please, darling, hold my hand.

But why did he kill Bee Colby?
She wasn't mixed up in it.

No. But by killing Harker and her in her
apartment, it drew suspicion on the husband.

He even sent Colby a letter
telling him to watch her.

But when Colby found out what was
going on, he didn't kill them.

He just jumped in the river.

My, but you take this lightly!

What if I'd been killed?

Oh, baby, I'd've written you a swell obituary.

I'll bet you would've, at that.

In some speakeasy!

Don't be silly, gal. You know
I don't go to speakeasies.

I got an idea!

How 'bout a last drink of Harker's scotch?

I've already ordered it. But you might
go see if Augusta's drinking it.

Alright.

Is this... Is this Ms. Patricia Morgan?

This is she.

This is Perkins.

Not dear Mr. Perkins.

Cut that!

You wanna come back?

What do you mean 'how much'?

How much more?

We'll discuss that when I see you.

No, we won't, because
you aren't going to see her.

What? Who is this?

Ms. Morgan's future husband.

Who says so?

I do.

A woman's place is in the home.

Hey, listen!

What home?

I have an apartment.

I'll bet the rent isn't paid.

Now, don't be mercenary.

Will you listen to me?

I bet you haven't the price of a marriage license.

I wanna talk to you!

- Augusta?
- Yes, sir?

Will you lend me three bucks?

Why, of course, Mr. Ryan.
I'll get it right away.

Certainly I've got three bucks.

Sure.

See here, Morgan! Haven't you
any gratitude in your system?

Do you realize what I've done
for you for the last three years?

I've kept you on the payroll of this paper!

I've given you more opportunities
than any sob sister in the business!

Oh, let's get together on this thing, Morgan.

There ain't any use of us actin' like this.

You know, we've always been
able to iron out the little things.

Morgan?

I say, Morgan!

Why don't you answer me?