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So, what's on your mind?

I got a message that Larry Cravat was at this address.

Oh, you sure that's the name?

- You sure it ain't John Smith or Joe Blow or No-Hit Hennessey? - I said Larry Cravat.

Yeah. That's what you said. You remembered it. You got a head on your shoulders.

Now take it out of here before I bust it.

You're getting a little too excited, mister. Maybe you're Larry Cravat.

How do you like this guy?

Here, look. It didn't work. Now beat it.

You thought that she was home and I wasn't. So I am home.

So I answer the door. So you quickly ask...

"Does Oscar Fink live here?" Or, "Do you want to buy a canary?"

- I don't know what you're talkin' about. - That's all, brother.

What's going on out here?

What's he selling?

What's he selling? You wouldn't know, of course.

You never seen him before, of course.

If it's insurance, I'll take a little on him. Double indemnity.

- What's that mean? - It means if I beat your brains in, I get paid double.

Whatever it is, mister, we don't want any, and we haven't got any.

- I'm looking for Cravat. - Whoever he is.

- Well, look somewhere else. - Yeah. Look someplace else.

Maybe she could suggest where.

Gotta have a special place, huh?

He wants to know, can you suggest someplace he can look?

Doesn't he know I'm a lady?

Tell him I busted my crystal ball, and he'll have to find one for himself.

She busted her crystal ball. You'll have to find one for yourself.

- Crystal ball? - A fortune-teller.

Ask her which one she goes to.

Which one do you go to? Crystal ball is a fortune-teller?

Tell him I never use 'em, and he can go look on Terminal Dock...

and if he doesn't find one, he can jump off it.

She says go look on Terminal Dock...

and then jump off it!

There seems to be a feeling of mistrust in the air.

- I wonder why. - Have you come for revenge, Mr. Taylor?

Do you perhaps have a revolver or some other lethal weapon with you?

I turned all those in when I got this button, Anzelmo.

I'm as surprised as you are, if you are.

I am. Believe me.

As for you, what would you do if I were to call Hubert?

I'm not a hero, Anzelmo. I'd run like a deer.

Then you have my word. He will not molest you.

A mere figure of speech. My word is worthless.

What are you doing here?

- I was told to come. - By whom?

Phyllis.

Phyllis.

We were closely associated at one time.

Professionally, of course.

Dear, loyal, sentimental little Phyllis.

Come sit here, Mr. Taylor.

There is a vast difference in comfort between these chairs...

and those upon which our clients wait for a consultation.

Besides, the lighting effect will set the proper mood...

of mystery and intrigue as we talk.

What about the lighting effect in my eyes last night? What about the beating I took?

I wish with all my heart that I could take it back.

- Another figure of speech. You haven't got a heart. - True.

But I've got a brain. And it was stupid of me. I apologize.

Please, sit down.

What do I get? My palm read or my horoscope?

Let us use cards, Mr. Taylor. Let us place them face up on the table.

In this case, an imitation crystal ball.

I'll listen for a while.

At the present time, young man, I am nothing more than a small-time chiseler.

I say this frankly and bitterly because I do not wish to be a small-time chiseler.

It's a humiliating position.

Still, it's better than being an honest man, which I would find intolerable.

I was once a great thief and a magnificent scoundrel.

I had my reverses. Who has not?

And I will omit the story of my descent to my present squalid condition.

It would only bore you and incriminate me.

I waited and worked day and night for a chance to come back.

Three years ago I had that chance in my hands.

I had-

Name a fantastic sum of money, Mr. Taylor.

Two million dollars.

You've put one of your cards alongside mine.

Thank you.

As my hands closed on it, the money disappeared like that.

And with it, a Mr. Larry Cravat.

So, understand my position.

For three years I have lived in this stink...

waiting for some hope, some word.

And yesterday it came.

From a Turkish bath, from a nightclub.

I approached you. You were reluctant.

You wouldn't say why you were looking for him.

You didn't know why he wrote to you...

why the $5,000 deposit- not even where he was.

Mr. Taylor, I had to make you understand that there was nothing I would not do...

to find Larry Cravat!

I got the idea. I understood it the second time I passed out.

But I can't help you, Anzelmo. I don't know any other answers than the ones I gave.

That I do not believe.

Is this where we send for Hubert and his rubber shillelagh?

Mr. Taylor, I do not even have to know where Cravat is.

- I want you just to communicate with him for me. - I can't. I wouldn't know how.

That I do not believe either.

Since your arrival there has been considerable activity connected with him.

You cannot be unconcerned with it.

You cannot be without some contact, some connection.

Supposing I could reach Cravat. What would the message be?

Phyllis, darling.

You look like a couple of witches. What cooks?

How thoughtful of you, little one, to send dear Mr. Taylor to me.

Stop talking like Bela Lugosi.

How did you know where to find me?

I didn't know I was going to find you.

I got a note that said Larry Cravat was at 42111/2 Summit.

- I don't get it. - From whom was the note?

I don't know. And don't try to beat it out of me. I don't know.

Why would anybody want to tie me in with Larry Cravat?

Anybody. I can think of somebody who would have every reason in the world.

Mr. Cravat himself.

- Did you know him? - I-We just met.

I was going to know him a lot better. Anzelmo-

The professional relationship which I mentioned earlier.

We are still partners, Phyllis. Are we not?

Don't start that now. Don't try to mix me up.

Till you called me yesterday, Cravat was a name in an old phone book.

You sent me after Taylor. All right. I went.

After all, I'm smart, Anzelmo. You think I'd bring him down to that dump if I were on my own?

- You think I'd send him to you? - Sit down and listen.

I was about to give Mr. Taylor a message for Larry Cravat.

- Then you do know- - I said listen!

This is what I want you to tell him.

That even two million dollars is of no use to a man in the electric chair.

Suppose he doesn't understand the message.

- He will. - Suppose he says he doesn't.

Suppose he wants to know where you fit in.

A reasonable question, which I will answer.

Mr. Cravat is wanted by the police for a murder which occurred on Terminal Dock.

This very dock, three years ago.

The murdered man was a gentleman from the East. Mr. Steele, I believe.

The police have evidence that Mr. Cravat and another man...

were on the dock that night.

They do not know who the other man was.

However, Mr. Cravat's immediate and prolonged absence...

has strengthened their belief that Mr. Cravat was the murderer...

and that the identity of the other man...

is relatively unimportant.

Let's say Cravat knows all that. He still doesn't know where you fit in.

For a considerable amount of money, subject to negotiation, of course...

I will present the police with the other man on the dock that night.

He will confess to the murder and free Cravat of suspicion.

- How do you happen to know who he is? - If he's reluctant to confess...

the police will find a suicide...

and a signed confession...

complete in every detail.

That might be better in any case.

- What makes you think Cravat'll go for a crummy deal like that? - Because it's to his advantage.

- Because it's probably to your advantage as well. - What do you mean by that?

Mr. Cravat deposited $5,000 to your account. Why?

He was not a charitable man.

It is more likely that he was paying for services rendered.

What were you being paid for?

There is every likelihood that the unidentified gentleman on the dock that night...

was you, Mr. Taylor!

Sit down and play for the boss.

Do you want to be sent, brought, or do you have something particular in mind?

How about " Where's My Wandering Boy Tonight"?

Where, indeed?

Christy, who is George Taylor?

Just a boy, a wandering boy.

- Kendall was in to see me about him this afternoon. - So?

He asked a lot of questions I couldn't answer.

Kendall doesn't work out of the missing persons bureau, you know.

- He's homicide. - He steals fried shrimps.

He wants to help, and so do I. You asked me to, remember?

What kind of trouble is Taylor in?

It won't make any difference to me.

Maybe it will.

Because maybe it's murder.

He called me. It's a murder that happened three years ago.

Cravat was mixed up in it, and George thinks maybe he was too.

- Thinks maybe? - He's not sure. He's got no way of knowing.

- I don't understand that. - Well, don't try, but believe me, he hasn't.

I'll believe you. Where is he now?

He phoned me a few minutes ago.

He's been down at the harbor trying to find out all he could about it.

There was a witness to the murder, a man who used to work on Terminal Dock.

- A man named Conroy. - Conroy.

Nobody's quite sure what happened to him.

- George found out where Conroy lived. He's gone to his house. - Why?

To get some answers to some questions.

- Makes sense to me. - Not to me.

Taylor doesn't make much sense to me. Taking a beating to find somebody he doesn't know...

running down a three-year-old murder.

Christy, who is he? What's his angle? Where do you stand?

Like always, my two feet firmly planted in the air.

Take my advice and stay away from him.

Don't get involved... in any way.

Confucius say, " When something smell bad, make new friends"?

When something smells bad, believe me, it's in the air like an earthquake.

Don't stand too close, Christy. Don't get hurt.

In any way? I'm the girl with the cauliflower heart.

You think. You're as tough as a love song.

You've got your face turned up and your eyes closed, waiting to be kissed.

Might not be a kiss, baby. Open your eyes and look around.

That's mighty fine advice, Mel, and I'm beholden to you.

There's only one thing wrong though.

What?

I'm nuts about the guy.

Good evening. I wonder if I could talk to Mr. Conroy.

Come in.

My name is George Taylor.

Please forgive me. It was so dark.

I wasn't expecting-

For a moment, I didn't know you, George.

You've met me before?

I said I was sorry.

Oh, sure. That's all right.

Well, won't you sit down?

Could I get you something?

No, thanks. Really, I- What about Mr. Conroy?

You're being very formal, I must say.

Father's better, thank you.

- Better? - At least, the doctors keep telling me so.

I haven't asked for some time.

I went for so long, and they kept saying the same thing.

There are signs of improvement.

- But it's been so long. - How long?

Ever since his accident. Three years.

His accident, three years ago?

I- I keep forgetting.

You haven't been here.

It was on his way to work.

So strange, nobody saw it.

They found him lying there.

He'd been hit by an automobile.

He didn't know. He couldn't remember.

They've been trying to help him.

- He's been there ever since. - Been where?

Lambeth Sanatorium. Oh, it's very nice.

They're very kind. I've often wished that I-

Memories have a way of getting stuck together...

like pages in a book, haven't they?

The story in the paper that morning- A man had been murdered.

Father read it aloud to me.

I thought that very odd. He seemed pleased and happy.

There was someone, he said, who'd make us rich, and I would have a new dress.

I'm afraid this one isn't very pretty.

The man who was gonna make you rich, what was his name?

- I don't remember. - Was it Larry Cravat?

It was so long ago.

I don't remember things well, really.

Only certain things. It's so funny.

They seem to shine like little lights.

And everything around them is dark.

You said the Lambeth Sanatorium.

- Did I? - Well, didn't you?

You're going away now.

Well, I've got- I've got to see your father.

- You've acted very strangely. - I didn't mean to. It's just-

You haven't even called me once by my name.

It's Elizabeth, in case you've forgotten.

I'm sorry, Elizabeth.

But it's been such a long time.

Yes, it has.

And things change, don't they, in time?

But time doesn't change.

It goes on and on... and doesn't change.

I know, because I've watched it.

The nights, the days, the nights, always the same.

Dawns are always gray, and the days... can have different colors.

But the nights are black. And they're all empty.

No. Only people change.

They grow old and ugly...

and... pitiful.

Don't stare at me like that.

I'm no concern of yours. Really, I'm not.

You don't know me. Don't worry.

I never saw you before. I lied.

I made believe.

Please, don't be angry with me.

You see, I've made believe so much for so long-

That I wasn't alone, that I had friends...

that I wasn't afraid...

that I wasn't dead, that I was alive.

I wanted so to make believe that-

Somebody loved me.

I know a little bit about being lonely.

I'll come back to see you soon again, Elizabeth.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- I'd like to see Michael Conroy. - Conroy?

- Oh, I'm afraid you can't see him. - Why not?

For one thing, it's after visiting hours.

I'm his nephew. It's very important.

We consider our rules important too.

For another thing, Mr. Conroy doesn't have visitors.

Well, he wants to see me. I've been away in the Marine Corps.

He doesn't know I'm back. It'll be good for him.

I'm sorry, but I'm not authorized to make exceptions.

- Then, who is? - Perhaps if you'd apply in writing.

I want to see him now. Who do I have to convince?

I'll speak to Dr. Grant.

I wonder if you could help me. I'm looking for Michael Conroy's room.

- Who? - Michael Conroy.

Dr. Grant's given me permission to visit him.

Nobody ever visits him.

Look. Just tell me where his room is. I'm a very good friend of his.

You're a friend of Michael Conroy?

- I'm more than that. - 214! 214!

How dare you wander about the corridors of this sanatorium by yourself.

The door was open. I was just curious.

That's not true, Doctor. The door was closed.

Tom. See that this man leaves here at once.

What about Conroy? Why can't I see him?

- Because his condition does not warrant it. - Why not?

What is his condition? I'm his nephew. I have a right to know.

You are not his nephew. And if you know Michael Conroy at all...

you must also know that for the past three years, he has been insane.

Out.

Conroy?

The truck. I didn't see it. It came out of nowhere.

My head- My head hurts.

Are you Conroy?

Michael Conroy.

My daughter, she'll worry. Will someone-

Her name is Elizabeth. And we live at-

We live at- It's-

It's on my draft registration card.

Your draft registration?

Yeah.

Imagine, an old duffer like me.

Still, you can't tell. The war's very young yet.

Sure. Sure. It's only 1942, isn't it?

My back- Now my back's beginning to hurt.

Conroy, the other night, a couple of nights ago, maybe...

a man was murdered on the dock.

- You saw it. - Yes. I saw it.

Do you remember who did it? Was it Larry Cravat?

I heard the shot and then another shot.

And I was afraid. And I hid.

There was some running. And then- then it was quiet.

Just a man lying there, and he was dead.

And-And there was a suitcase.

- He dropped it. - Who dropped the suitcase?

- One of the men who ran away. - Larry Cravat?

I hid it under- under the dock...

up in between the pilings.

Nobody ever goes there. He'd have to pay me for it.

I'd be rich. That was clever of me.

You said Cravat was there. Which was he?

Did the three men arrive together?

The one with the suitcase, did he do the shooting?

Conroy, look at me.

Was I the man with the suitcase? Did I do the shooting?

Look at me.

I-

Hello, there.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Well, it is a little late, but come in.

You fixed the bed for me.

As a matter of fact, what with the housing shortage and all...

I left my name at the U.S.O. In case any soldiers or sailors-

You've been waiting up for me... to come home.

I just thought-

Anyway, there's some sandwiches over there with their toes curled up.

They're for you too.

I guess I missed my dinner.

Well, what are you waiting for?

- Nothing, I guess. I can't wait anymore. - I don't understand that.

- It's no good, Chris. I've gotta get out of here. - Now? This minute?

Now. This minute. I found Conroy. He'd been stabbed. He died in my arms.

- I had to fight my way out. - Why? Why didn't you stay and tell the truth?

- With a dead man in my arms? - Well, it was the truth, wasn't it? Why run away?

Because that's all I can think of to do. Because I live running away.

Was Conroy able to talk? Did he say anything before-

Yeah, everything I wanted to hear, all about a suitcase he hid under Terminal Dock.

- What about Larry Cravat? - Could have been a couple of other fellas.

And it could have been you, Anzelmo said.

Why don't you say it too?

It's what you're thinking. Why don't you say it too?

I don't know what I'm thinking. I've got my eyes closed.

I'm trying to open them and look around.

You were running away the night you ran into my life.

A man was killed because you asked him some questions.

You were beaten up. You wanted to run away again.

All you knew about yourself was in a mysterious letter you found.

Then you lost your head and went after an innocent man in the street.

Innocent? That's the one that killed Conroy.

- Hello. - Hello.

I've come for George Taylor.

You must be a little mixed up.

This is my house, and I'm not George Taylor.

You haven't even got the right sex.

- Nobody can say you haven't. - Thanks.

You know, it's a little late at night for playin' games.

I'm kinda dopey when I get waked up. I guess I'm gettin' old.

I don't see how you do it. Still dressed, even your shoes, the lights still on.

What do you say we don't try to mix each other up? Is Taylor here?

They're both in the kitchen- he and Adolf Hitler.

- You'll get promoted for this, Lieutenant. - Ah.

Yeah, that's a good one. I guess I was a little stupid about that Taylor.

I figured he was gettin' pushed around, didn't know who by.

That's why I left that note in your car.

I thought that he'd take one good look at Phyllis and get off the merry-go-round.

- I'll tell him if I see him. - No. No, don't.

It'd just make him feel bad.

See, it looks like he killed a man tonight- a man named Conroy.

I'm sure glad he isn't here. I'd hate to pick him up here.

That way, you'd be mixed up in it.

Newspapers, all that. Those maniacs with the flashbulbs.

Well, if you do see him, tell him I'll be down at the station for a couple of hours yet.

- If I see him. - Yeah. Good night.

- Good night. - Oh, uh, one more thing.

You know, you ought to keep your car in the garage.

It isn't good to leave it out all night like that... with the motor so hot.

I was coming out when he stopped me by talking about you.

He knew it. He knows everything.

He's the original seeing eye.

Two hours. That's not much time. Or is it?

It's enough. Turn out the lights while I get a coat.

- Where are we going? - On a treasure hunt after a suitcase under Terminal Dock.

You're not. You're staying out of this.

- Remember what Confucius said. - Now, you listen to me.

If it turns out that in your whole life you ever killed anything bigger than a horsefly...

then I'm crazy, and I wanna be locked up.

Tell that to Confucius.

Chris.

Chris.

This looks a little bit rugged. Maybe you better take the car and go home.

Come on.

Must be a ladder along here somewhere. This is where the boats tie up.

There's one.

If I were hiding a suitcase under here, I'd put it as high and as far in as possible.

- What do you think? - I think we should stay very close together.

Look! I think I see something.

I'll go see.

- Looks as though someone has been at it. - Rats, probably.

There's some things I'd rather not know, if you don't mind.

Thousand-dollar bills- The two million!

They've come a long way. Heil Hitler.

Light a match.

Light another one, quick.

"W. George, tailor."

George... Taylor.

George Taylor, meet Larry Cravat.

Larry Cravat, George Taylor.

I won't bother trying it on.

I don't need a memory to figure this one out.

A murder, a couple of quick changes- clothes and name- and then the hideout.

With a brand-new war on, what better place than the service?

This doesn't prove anything, you know.

Then maybe you ought to read this letter now.

The one I found in the hospital, the one that told me-

Here. Read it.

Your friend, Mary- the one who couldn't see because she had her heart in her eyes.

Was that her handwriting?

- Don't lie to me, Chris! - Yes. Mary wrote that.

To me.

Wait a minute. That was six. Might be an automatic.

Now.

Don't hold onto me. That way, we're one target.

Come on.

That's something else I've gotta get used to: Jumping out of my skin every time a door opens.

Try to remember. Try to remember, George.

Larry. I've got a tailor named George. I can remember that much.

- Darling, look. - Don't call me that either.

That's something else I remember too.

Even if it didn't happen to me, but to a guy named Taylor.

- That's who you are, that guy. - I'm Larry Cravat.

And I killed a man on that dock three years ago.

I don't know who he was, but I killed him, and I dropped the suitcase and ran away.

But supposing the other man killed him. Supposing you just ran away.

- The other man? - The one you thought you might have been.

Who is he?

I haven't got time to start that all over again.

- My two hours are nearly up. - Do you think you could ever have killed anybody?

I know about George Taylor. No. But I can't speak for Larry Cravat, for me.

I can. The answer is no.

- Thanks for your vote. - Just because you've got another name.

Even if you wipe out a man's memory...

doesn't it stand to reason that his brain is the same?

That his- his standards are the same?

- You didn't think much of him. - I never thought of him as a murderer.

And he could have changed for the better too.

Three years of war can change a man.

You're making a nice try, Chris, but that isn't the way I've heard it.

- They say I killed a man. - And they say you killed Conroy too.

- Did you? - No, but I can remember that. I can't remember anything else.

Don't make me try anymore, Chris. I'm too tired. Don't make me try anymore.

I'll get you a cup of coffee.

Here. Hold on to this cup.

Let's see if we can't make some sense for once.

Now, George, everything that happened to you happened...

because they thought you could lead them to Larry Cravat.

- Why? - Because they figured Cravat had the money.

Right. And when Anzelmo told you Cravat was a murderer...

he said that because he wanted to make a deal.

- For some of the money, he'd clear Cravat. - Yeah.

And he didn't even insist on seeing Cravat.

If I'm the only contact between them and two million dollars...

they certainly want to keep me alive.

Yet, twice tonight somebody tried to kill me. Why?

Because you were getting close to something more important than two million dollars.

You were getting close to whoever murdered that man on the dock three years ago.

Shh!

Chris, honey. Honey, listen.

Conroy was crazy for three years.

They staked out a man to watch him, to wait for him to be well enough to talk.

Then I got to him. They tried to kill me before I could.

When that missed, they had to kill Conroy. They couldn't take the chance.

They sacrificed the money to shut his mouth for good.

The way it turned out, they brought the poor guy to his senses long enough.

What are we going to do about it?

We're going to go trade in Larry Cravat on a murderer. Come on.

- Going so soon? - We just came in to be saved.

There's more to it than that, young lady.

- I, uh, wonder if you could do me a favor, sir. - Gladly, my boy.

This suitcase, could you call a messenger and have him deliver it to police headquarters?

- Police headquarters? - It's important.

It's the personal property of Detective Lieutenant Donald Kendall.

He's the one with his hat off.

I know Lieutenant Kendall, young lady.

In that case, my boy, I'd be very glad to take it over myself right now.

And, uh, please accept this as a donation.

Ten dollars? Thank you. Thank you very much.

Chris...

how long do you think before you can forget the guy that Mary wrote about in her letter?

Funny you should bring that up. I haven't thought of him once.

I keep remembering what it must have been that she was in love with.

Come on.

- Where are we going? - To a fortune-teller.

Why a fortune-teller?

To get our fortunes told.

Well, if it isn't Hubert.

- Can we drop you anywhere, Hubert? - We're gonna walk.

Walk? Which way?

Straight ahead.

Come in.

Well, it, uh- It looks a lot more cheerful in here.

What's happened to the Fu Manchu lighting effects?

I think the time has come to throw all the light we can on the matters concerning us.

And who is the character with the hair?

This is a Miss Smith.

- I get it. - If it's around, I'm sure you will.

- Oh, we're having repartee, are we? - We are not.

- Now that we are all here- - But we are not.

Aren't you confused, Mr. Taylor?

Not anymore. Sit down, Chris.

The reason for this informal gathering was the news on the radio tonight-

- that you are wanted for murder. - That's not news.

You might say the police have a priority on you.

It is, therefore, necessary that we conclude our business at once.

Mr. Taylor, where is Larry Cravat?

Shouldn't that be, "Mr. Cravat, where is George Taylor?"

- What do you mean? - You wanted to see Cravat.

All right. You're looking at him.

You're crazy!

Remember, I had my face pushed around at Okinawa. The docs patched me up.

- Well, Phyllis? - I don't know. It- It could be.

I don't know for sure. After all, I only met him once.

I'm Larry Cravat. You can take my word for it.

- I do. - Then he knows where it is.

Don't let him waste no more time, boss.

- He'll talk. - Well, what do you know?

Hubert said three whole sentences.

Hubert!

Open up.! I know they're here, and I want in. Open up.!

Open up.! I know they're here, and I want in. Open up.!

Hiya, kids.

- I haven't had the pleasure. - The name is Phillips, Mr. Anzelmo.

And your name is Phyllis. I've heard about you too.

She's a well-known society girl.

I called your house when I got the news, Christy. I've been all over town since looking for you.

It's a good thing I remembered your mentioning Anzelmo.

Now that you are here, Mr. Phillips, why are you here?

Because you wouldn't have a quorum without me.

And because I'm an important stockholder in two million dollars.

- Are you gonna stand for that? - Perhaps.

At any rate, before any more partners arrive...

I suggest you continue what you were saying, Mr. Cravat.

Cravat?

Bring him up to date, Chris.

Secrets.

I'll take the proposition you offered me, Anzelmo...

- with one slight change. - And that is?

I don't want a fall guy.

One of you, or one of your hired help, killed Steele on that dock three years ago.

I want the one that did it.

- Do you maintain that you, yourself, were not the one? - I know it.

Well-

In that case, I cannot tell you how sorry I am, Phyllis.

- Sorry? For what? - I did my best during all this time.

I saw to it that the finger of suspicion never touched you.

What are you driving at?

Everyone knows that you were with Cravat the night before the murder.

But where were you on the night of the murder?

- With you! I was with you! - With me?

Phyllis, you shouldn't. You're among friends.

Hubert was with me all that night.

- Was she here too, Hubert? - No, boss.

What is this? Some kind of a gag?

You're smart. You can tell a cheap frame. This is a laugh.

Then laugh this off.

That you were seen on the dock the next morning, that you were nervous and upset.

That you threw something into the harbor, something that glinted in the sun.

People will swear it was a gun, Phyllis.

Well, here's one you can swear to, you and that big tub of lard.

Baby don't get framed by your kind.

Your kind come a dime a dozen.

That accent don't score with me, and I'm not payin' your bills.

Look it up in one of your books, Anzelmo.

There's a dead bartender the cops wanna know about.

Hold it.

Get over there.

You too.

I want the money too, but not that bad.

My car's right in front of the door. Get in it.

Give me the key.

No, gentlemen, no. There's no time for that.

I doubt whether there is even time enough to get out of town.

Phyllis, darling.

The jig is up.

- My car! We forgot it. - We'll get it later.

We're practically at the Cellar. I'll open it up, and we'll have a drink.

- I could use one. - I wouldn't say no.

Be careful. Don't trip over any of the customers they forgot to clean up.

It's a long time since I've worked behind the bar.

You gotta promise not to tell the union.

I'm 12 years behind on my dues.

Sit down.

Stop me if I'm repeating myself...

but you're a very nice guy, Mr. Phillips.

- Forget it. - I guess I owe you quite a bit.

You owe me nothing Whatever I did, I did for Christy.

You've acted like an idiot from the beginning.

And the prize was walking into that setup back there.

- He couldn't help it. - I didn't want to.

You see, I figure that all of them except one wanted nothing but the money.

And that one wanted me dead even more.

'Cause if and when I get my memory back...

I'll know that he killed Steele that night.

I figured he'd make some move, some attempt to get me alone, even to get me...

out of there.

He had to get you alone, didn't he?

Away from the others so he wouldn't show his hand.

So they wouldn't know that he-

- I'm sorry you're in this, Christy. - She's not in it.

Did you know all along that George was Larry Cravat?

Not until tonight. I never met Cravat.

Steele had come up from Arizona to bring me the two million.

I'm in a good spot to slip big bills like that into circulation.

Steele didn't know me. We were to meet on the dock.

Cravat heard about it somehow. He met Steele, convinced him he was me and got the money.

Steele was alone when I got there.

I thought he double-crossed me, and I killed him.

Then I saw Cravat. I shot once and missed. I never saw him again.

Conroy saw it, and you tried to have him killed with a truck.

Same thing you tried with me tonight.

Wasn't very effective. It missed you completely.

And he wound up with his mind affected. He doesn't worry me now.

No. The little man with the glasses took care of that, didn't he?

The one you staked outside Christy's house to watch me.

Did you send him after us tonight, under the dock?

I didn't know you were under the dock.

His orders were to get you wherever and whenever.

I've thought about you a lot, Cravat.

For three years. About you and the money you stole from me.

You're gonna be a poor man now, Cravat. A dead man's a poor man.

- I got you into this. - Stop it.

Little Miss Know-The-Right-People.

I couldn't leave you alone.

Had to call in that good, kind character.

I never did anything to you, Christy.

- You're doing all right now. - Why didn't you stay out of it? I told you to. I warned you.

- The answer still goes. - I know. You're nuts about the guy.

- But it's too late now. - She's got no part of this, and you know it.

- It's too late. - But... maybe it isn't.

- I'm sorry. - You don't know why we were under the dock.

Do you want me to tell it? Or Christy. Maybe you'd rather believe her.

- Is it that important? - I thought it was.

Finding out whether the two million I hid there three years ago was still there.

Was it?

- Every brand-new thousand-dollar bill. - I thought you got away with it.

And you thought a lot of it must be gone. Not a cent. It's all there.

Two million dollars. Nobody in the world will know you've got it, except Christy.

That's the deal.

- Christy for two million dollars. - No sale.

Well, what can she do to a smart operator like you? Go to the police?

It's her word against yours. I'll be gone.

They think I did it anyway. Conroy too.

All she can do is repeat herself and pretty soon nobody's listening.

- It's no use, and I won't have it. - Two million dollars.

- Two million dollars. - Where is it?

I'll take you near it. Then Christy goes free and I'll take you to it.

This can't be a phony. I'm in no position to work one.

I couldn't have planted it. I didn't know this was going to happen.

- Where do we have to go? - Back near the dock.

Okay.

- Where do we go? - A couple of doors down.

Leave the motor running.

Okay. Okay.

- Back in the car. - But the money's inside.

- Do as you're told! - What about Christy?

- She goes too. - You won't get the money!

Yes, I will. I know where it is now.

I'll come back for it later. Get in the car, both of you.

Don't anybody move.

- What's it look like, Mac? - He's still with us.

- Hey, keep these people back in there! - Get back, folks.

- Better get an ambulance. - Right.

- Get that stuff copied as soon as possible. - Yes, sir.

Did Phillips tell you everything you wanted to know?

Yeah. With full details. It'll make better reading than Forever Amber.

And will he live, as if I care?

Well, if I could only learn how to shoot straight...

maybe I could save you taxpayers some dough.

- But I always close my eyes. - For you, Lieutenant. It's Mac.

Yeah.

Hello, Mac.

Oh, the little man with the glasses...

uh, he used to work as an attendant at the Lambert Sanatorium.

- Lambeth. - Lambeth Sanatorium, make that.

You can start from there. You got all the others. That's good.

Okay. I'll see you.

Say, you know, that was a pretty sharp piece of thinking you did...

bringing Phillips back to that mission.

You knew I'd backtrack on that suitcase, didn't you?

The spot we were in, I had to think sharp and talk fast.

Aha. You must have been a pretty good shamus, Cravat.

- Shamus? - Shamus is a private eye.

Well, at least it looks like I kept my nose clean, anyway.

Yeah. You think you'll go back to it?

No, thanks. See, three years of war can change a man.

That's what I always say.

Well, if I can be of any help to you, just let me know.

Thanks. I'd like to drop around if you don't mind.

There's still a lot of questions I want answers for.

I know the answer to one. But you haven't asked it yet.

You know, Moskowitz, have you ever wondered why a detective keeps his hat on all the time?

- Can't say I ever thought about it, Lieutenant. - I found out why tonight.

You see, if you have to shoot a man, you don't wanna be holding a hat in your hand.

Seems that the movies are right.