All language subtitles for Das war Mord, Mr. Doyle (1957 Crime of passion) DVDRip dua en subs

"Worried Mother," "Bewildered,"
"Frightened"...

..."Tempted," "Broken-hearted,"
"Tormented."

Don't you ever get these things signed
"Radiant," "Euphoric," "Tickled Pink"?

There's gotta be some happy people
left in San Francisco.

Not if I can help it.

"Dear Kathy Ferguson...

...I read your wonderful column
every day...

...but now I need your help
and have no other one to turn to.

Would it be wrong to run away
with the wonderful man I love...

...but my mother does not like him?
I make my own living.

I want him so much,
I cannot stand it another day...

...so please tell me what to do.
Yours truly, Foolish 17.

P.S. Everything is mixed up
because he already has a wife.

What should I do?"

What do we tell Foolish 17 to do?

Forget the man.
Run away with his wife.

Fergy.

- Here it goes again.
- What?

Nalence.

That Dana woman wanted in Los
Angeles for the killing of her husband.

Police there got a buzz
she's shacking up here...

...with a 5-cent ganef
named Giralda.

Two L.A. Detectives flew in
and smoked this Giralda out last night.

- And the woman?
- Not yet.

You hustle down to headquarters,
see the Los Angeles law...

...whip up a woman's angle
on that Dana babe.

You know,
"I killed him because I love him."

"I love him because I killed him."

You know,
the regular dose of Ferguson schmaltz.

- Tomorrow morning?
- Now. Composing room.

Mr. Nalence.

Mr. Nalence, there's a hole on page 10
waiting for my copy.

We'll fill it in with some of that cornball
from last month.

Nobody will know the difference.
Dietrich. Get me Dietrich.

Dietrich, I'm sending you
a new lead.

Dana woman was seen...

The following unassigned men
report to Traffic:

Benjamin, Verson, Dondy...

...Fragala, Holland, S. Holland...

Bester,
questioning in the Linder rape.

...Nolan, O'Mara, Quayle, Salicitas...

Coffee and sandwiches
for the press room.

I've been waiting for a half-hour.

The law from Los Angeles
is Captain Charles Alidos...

...and Lieutenant William Doyle.

This is sure heavy.
Boy, you guys can sure eat.

"Pastrami on rye. Jason."

Gin, you idiot.

"Lox on bagel. Samson."

- I'm blitzed.
- Alidos and Doyle, L.A. Homicide.

"Pastrami on rye
with pickles. Samson."

- Seven bucks. One more?
- You got me hooked.

"Turkey, corned beef, Swiss cheese
combination with mustard. Dean."

- I said without mustard.
- Without mustard?

- It's good with mustard.
- So you eat it, then.

- We're waiting for a statement now.
- I can't. I don't like mustard.

Snow White.

Well, the entire cast. Snow White,
all the dwarfs and the witch.

I got here a cream cheese and lox
on a bagel. No name.

- Where's Shevlin?
- In the men's room for fresh air.

Who asked for a cream cheese
and lox on a bagel? No name.

Hi, Fergy.

Did you ask for a cream cheese
and lox on a bagel?

I guess Nalence gave you all I've got.
They're still sweating Giralda.

- Did they get more out of him?
- I think he's levelling.

Came in on his own when he heard
that Dana was wanted.

Maybe he's just smart.

Somebody asked
for a cream-cheese-and-lox bagel.

Seen the detectives
from Los Angeles yet?

They're playing coy. We sent word
to them that in San Francisco...

...the police talk
as soon as the press asks questions.

I'm Captain Alidos
from Los Angeles.

I'm here with my partner,
Lieutenant Doyle, to do a job.

We were sent
by the Los Angeles authorities...

...to find a woman wanted for murder,
not to give interviews to the press.

When we've found her,
you'll hear about it. That's all.

Just a minute.

You have your work to do,
we have ours.

Your work
should be raising a family...

...having dinner ready for your husband
when he gets home.

All right, already, somebody ordered
a cream cheese and lox on a bagel.

"Dear Mary Dana...

...I write to you from the heart
of one woman to the heart of another."

"Now you are deserted by him...

...in whom you have placed
all your faith and all your love."

"When we are alone...

...women tortured by fate...

...betrayed by all men."

"Where can we turn...

...except to the heart and
understanding of another woman...

...who knows
what you're suffering?"

"I feel for you.

I suffer with you.

I wanna help you."

"Let me stand by your side in your
fight for justice and compassion...

...in a world made by men
and for men.

Call me, Mary Dana,
and we will face the world together.

Call me. Call me."

- "Call me."
- "Call me."

"Call me."

Miss Ferguson, on the phone
you said you might know...

...where Mary Dana could be found.

No, captain, you misunderstood.
Not "might know," I do know.

- She call you?
- She did.

- Where is she?
- We've been reading your letters.

Have you been reading them?

- Where is she?
- I'm glad you liked them. They worked.

- I felt that a sympathetic approach...
- Miss Ferguson...

I beg your pardon, captain.

You want to know where
the Mary Dana woman can be found.

Before I tell you that, there are one
or two things we should agree upon.

Miss Ferguson, Mary Dana is wanted
for the murder of her husband.

There is nothing to discuss,
nothing to agree upon.

You say you've talked to her,
you say you know where she's at.

You'll tell us, and that'll be all.

- Make me.
- Now, Miss Ferguson...

...you don't wanna interfere with us.
- Never mind.

Miss Ferguson,
either you tell us what you know...

...or I'll ask for your arrest...

...aiding and abetting
a fugitive wanted for murder.

You'll find the Dana woman
at that address.

I'll pick up a couple
of local Homicide men.

You can stay here with her.

- I'm not through with her.
- Am I being detained, captain?

- You could put it that way.
- But if you detain me, captain...

...I won't be home in time
to fix my husband's dinner.

Miss Ferguson, about the captain,
he gets excited. He didn't mean that.

- You're free to leave any time...
- I know, but you're going with me.

- I wouldn't be much help fixing dinner.
- But you can help bring Dana in.

I don't like him.
I gave him the address...

...of a hook-and-eye shop. When he
gets back, you'll have Dana booked...

...charged, wrapped up,
ready for the trip to Los Angeles.

- Give me Homicide.
- You don't need any help.

I'll go in first, you make the arrest.

It might mean a promotion
when you get home.

I wanna talk to Captain Alidos.
This is Doyle.

Tell him to call me when he comes in.
It's important. Yeah.

That's a cute trick. I toss
an arrest right into your hat and...

Yes, that's very nice of you.
But you don't seem to understand.

Alidos and me, we're kind of a team.

We were sent here to do a job together,
and that's the way it's gonna be.

You won't get very far that way.

Maybe I won't, but I just try
to do my job the best way I can.

Try not to poke the other fella in the
eye with my elbow while I'm doing it.

Go ahead.
This is be-kind-to-the-captain week.

Hello, Charlie.
There's been a little bit of a mix-up.

You better get yourself back here
right away. Yeah. Yeah.

Tell me...

...who handles you for helping
little old ladies across the street?

Well, maybe you could manage the job,
if your husband wouldn't object.

Not if we let him arrange it
with your wife first.

There's no problem.

- No problem.
- No?

In that case, maybe we better arrange
these things ourselves, huh?

Have dinner with me tonight?

Yes.

No, Bill, I don't think
I ever will get married.

- You mind breaking that down for me?
- Why?

I guess I'm just curious, that's all.

The police mind at work?

No, the police mind is off duty
until I meet Alidos at the airport.

Oh, no. The policeman may be off duty,
but never the police mind.

You know, I still don't get it.

You tell me, now, what better ambition
than to find a happy marriage...

...have children and a home?
- Propaganda. Not for me.

Well, "marriage,"
I read, "life sentence."

"Home life," I read, "TV nights,
beer in the fridge, second mortgage."

Not for me. For me, life has to be
something more than that.

Fishing trawler going out to sea...

...saying farewell.

A ship, a man, a woman...

...all farewells.

But...

...it's on its way.

Yeah, and so are you, I guess.

The way you turned
that Dana woman up...

Front page.

Looks like you can write
your own ticket from here on in.

- For anything you wish.
- Yes, it does...

...doesn't it.

- Flight 721 from Seattle now arriving...
- Feeling sorry for her?

I've always felt sorry for her.

I feel sorry for all people
who make fools of themselves.

Dealing three bullets to your husband
when he isn't looking...

...is more than making
a fool of yourself.

- She just didn't use her brains.
- I've been in police work a long time.

Murder always starts here, the part
that has nothing to do with the brain.

American Airlines flight 892 for Los
Angeles now boarding at gate seven.

All aboard, please.

The Black Maria special.

Goodbye, Bill.

I'm glad I met you. I like you.

I don't think you'll get very far...

...but you're a nice guy.

And I like you.

Tell me, Bill...

...how many elbows have you
had poked in your eye?

Kathy...

Passenger John Dunbar.
Passenger...

Remember me?
We came to pick up a package.

- Sure you won't change your mind?
- Not a chance.

- We can match the New York deal.
- All you can offer is money.

Goodbye, Mr. Nalence.
I think I'll remember you.

- I guess the readers will miss you.
- That's all right.

Just use the cornball from last month.
Nobody will know the difference. Bye.

You're gonna be working for McLean
in New York.

- I know him well.
- Must be a great newspaperman.

Sure he is. Tell him, "Drop dead."

- You happy, kid?
- Delirious.

- You don't look so happy.
- I'm fighting it.

All week long, like you've been
hearing voices. "Chloe. Chloe."

- You know what I think?
- Don't think. It's bad for your work.

- She's gonna miss you.
- Who?

Your desk.

- Do me a favour. Use it after I leave.
- Sure.

- Thanks, Bill.
- Bill?

The name's Sam, remember?

Hello.

- Miss Ferguson?
- Yes.

Los Angeles calling.
One moment, please.

- Kathy. This is...
- Yes.

- Yes, I know.
- Well, how are you?

- Fine. How are you?
- Fine.

That's good.

- Hello.
- Dropped the phone.

Here we are.

Well, I... I read you're going
to New York.

- Yes. Tonight.
- Tonight?

Well... Well, I...

...just called to wish you luck and...
- Oh, thanks, Bill.

I thought maybe you could stop over
in Los Angeles a couple of hours.

Have dinner with me.
You think maybe you could?

- Bill, I would love to.
- Good. Good. I'll meet you at...

But I'm taking the non-stop
from here...

Listen, I'll call the airline
and re-route your tick et.

Could you do...?
I'm supposed to leave at 6:00, and...

Leave it to me, Kathy.
I'm not a cop for nothing.

Oh, Bill.

- Do you love me, darling?
- Oh, yes. Yes.

Now, with the authority vested
in me...

...as a justice of the city and county
of Los Angeles...

...I do hereby pronounce you
man and wife.

- Congratulations, Bill.
- Thanks.

- The best pinch you've made this year.
- I wish you every happiness, my dear.

Whenever you have problems,
I want you to feel that I'm your friend.

I feel it already.

Well, what do you think
of the neighbourhood?

Right now I'm not thinking
about the neighbourhood.

- Mr. Doyle.
- Kathy, this is Mrs. London.

- She comes in once a week.
- How do you do, Mrs. London?

How do you do, Mrs. Doyle?
I wanted to be finished before you...

- But I can come back next week.
- That's all right, Mrs. London.

Mr. Doyle had me sew new curtains
for you.

- Thank you. They're lovely.
- Thank you.

Mr. Doyle, your office called.
Robbery division.

- They wanted you to call them back.
- You forgot to give me the message.

- I forgot to give you the message.
- That's right.

- Well...
- Thanks for everything, Mrs. London.

Yes, ma'am.

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

Beds are turned down.

I like your Mrs. London.

She thinks of the right things.

- Happy marriage, Bill.
- Happy marriage, darling.

- It wasn't much of a wedding, was it?
- Best I ever had.

Who are you? Who are you?
I know your name, your age...

...where you work and what you do.
But I don't know you.

What do you dream about?
What music and colours do you like?

What kind of a little boy were you? How
many times have you been in love?

No, no. Don't answer that.
I don't wanna know.

Bill, I do love you.

I never thought l...

Here I am with only one ambition left,
to make you happy.

And I will, darling. I will.

I just wanna be a good wife
and do things for you.

I hope...

Well, I hope all your socks
have holes in them...

...and I can sit for hours and hours
darning them.

I... I have other plans for you.

You didn't bring very much down
with you, did you?

Well, I don't think
I'll need very much...

...for a while.

Thank you very much.

Down here is the headquarters desk.

- Hi.
- Hi, Bill.

- We didn't go in there.
- That's Inspector Pope's office.

He's in charge
of the Special Detective Bureau...

...that takes in a lot of divisions.
He's the boss man.

Now, the headquarters desk
is the 24-hour nerve centre.

For example, Homicide
is only on call until 1:00 a. M...

...but through the desk wire,
we work 24 hours a day.

I'm sorry, dear.

What happened to Marge
in last week's I Confess?

What happened to Marge
in last week's I Confess?

- She left Sam.
- For Patrice's husband?

- For Susan's husband.
- No.

- Yes.
- Darling little place.

All you and Bill ever need.

- Oh, I'm sure you'll be very happy.
- Yes.

- He's a wonderful man.
- You're a lucky girl.

Yes, very.
The captain thinks the world of him.

Charlie? Charlie's a wonderful man.

Tom always tells me
how much he thinks of Charlie.

"Mary," he says, " Charlie is one of the
most wonderful men I've worked with."

The captain gets along
with all the men he works with.

- That's why he's so well-liked.
- Well-liked? The men adore him.

And believe me, that speaks well
for the wife.

You know the old saying, "The apple
never falls far from the tree."

- My, yes.
- Last night our TV went flooey.

Do you know we're getting
a new 36-inch?

- No.
- Yes.

- Thirty-six inches?
- Yes.

- Warren thinks I'll take the fall.
- It's the pension.

That's it, the pension.

Heard anything new about changes
in the pension rules?

- Nothing serious.
- Rates are the same?

Up 2 percent. It'll still stay
40 percent of full salary after 20 years.

- Fifty percent after 25.
- I'll do my 20 and take my 40.

Mathematically, you're better off
doing a 25.

- You figure on doing the 25?
- Yes, only got 15 to go.

- I think Bill's smart.
- I'd spend the extra five years...

...on the greens making birdies.
It's worth it.

- I think you're wrong.
- Art, you're wrong. Charlie's right.

- Of course he's right.
- He's right, Art.

- You know Charlie's right.
- Of course he's right.

That always speaks so well
for the wife, doesn't it?

You know that old saying, "The apple
never falls far from the tree."

- Hi, darling.
- I'm sorry, angel.

- What kept you?
- Remember that Kamen squeal...

...I told you about? I figured it was an
inside job, so I fixed a nice quiet plan.

- It exploded this morning.
- Good results?

- Down the line. You'll read about it.
- My hero.

Stop looking so pleased with yourself.
Let's have some lunch.

- Sorry, Mrs. Doyle.
- Now what?

Alidos.
He's steaming, the Kamen job.

- Something blow up?
- Only Charlie.

Just got a call from Inspector Pope
for a full report on the squeal.

He doesn't know what it's about. He
stalled Pope. He's screaming for you.

Wants you in his office pronto
for a rundown.

It just broke this morning.
I'll finish the paperwork after lunch.

You know Alidos, Bill.
I'd come now if I were you.

It's all right, darling.

- I'm sorry, angel.
- See you.

- I like cream cheese and olive.
- I'm getting fat.

- Pass.
- I'll take three.

I better get in shape for
Alice Pope's anniversary dinner.

Alice Pope? She is such
a lovely woman.

- My, yes.
- Lovely woman. No heirs.

- Inspector's wife and all that. No heirs.
- One.

- When the captain takes one, I run.
- Give me one.

- Cream cheese and olive looks good.
- I'm getting hippy.

- Make it the last hand, boys.
- Yes, make it the last hand.

- I raise.
- Stay.

- Too rich for me.
- Tens and sevens.

Doesn't that cream cheese and olives
look good, Sara?

Oh, my, yes.

Not enough. Made the flush. Clubs.

Coffee's on, fellas.

Once more around.
You mind, Mrs. Doyle?

- The coffee will get cold.
- It won't take long.

Your husband just did me in big.
I want revenge.

Why don't we have the coffee,
and then you can come back.

- Kathy, it'll only take a few minutes.
- My deal, Bill.

Bill thinks it'll be easier to win
when you deal.

That's right.

- The captain's fond of him, you know.
- He's a wonderful man.

I think I will take another
cream cheese and olive.

The captain and I have always been
very friendly with Tony and Alice.

Oh, that's Inspector and Mrs. Pope,
you know.

Wasn't that a wonderful story in the
news about Charlie and the inspector?

- Story?
- The one where the inspector...

...praised Charlie for his wonderful
work on the Kamen job.

- Oh, yes.
- Two. Dealer takes three.

The inspector thinks the world
of Charlie. You can see that.

- Why not? He's a brilliant man.
- Brilliant.

- My, yes.
- Your bet, Bill.

Well, as I was saying, we always have
been very friendly with the Popes...

...but I must confess
I was truly surprised...

...when we got the mailed invitation to
their home for their anniversary dinner.

- I'm sure it'll be wonderful.
- Commissioner Warren will be there.

I heard the mayor will be there.

You know that the captain insisted
I have a new dress made for the affair?

- I'll raise.
- Who's making the dress for you?

- Oh, I have a little woman.
- They're always the best.

You have to watch them
every minute of the way.

Tell them exactly what you want
and how to do it. Design it yourself.

- How many did you draw?
- One.

- Not enough.
- Like this.

Scoop neck, beaded top,
iridescent beads...

...very petite, like little tiny flowers,
on chiffon.

- Chiffon.
- Lavender chiffon.

- I pass.
- Over taffeta.

- Absolutely stunning.
- Just stunning.

- Yes.
- How many did you draw?

- Cream cheese and olive.
- Iridescent beads.

- Beaded top.
- Just stunning.

Excuse me. I'm sick.

Kathy.

Kathy.

I didn't hear you get up.

- Feeling better?
- Yes.

- Can I get you something?
- No.

- Glass of milk?
- No, thanks.

Might help you sleep.

What's the matter, angel?

Please, don't call me "angel."
I loathe it.

Is there anything?
Are you sure you're all right?

Stop talking down to me
as though I were an idiot child.

Of course I'm all right.

Easy, now. Maybe it isn't
as bad as all that.

It's worse.

It's worse than that.

I can't stand another night of it,
not another minute.

Sara Alidos and the captain.

Iridescent beads
and lavender chiffon.

The Inspector and Mrs. Pope.
"That's Tony and Alice, you know."

"Oh, Sara, you will look stunning."

"Oh, Sara,
the men adore the captain."

"Oh, Sara, the captain
is such a brilliant man."

Well, I despise them.

I despise all that crawls
around them.

I won't be one.
I won't let my husband be one.

Is this what you have
to look forward to, this mediocrity?

This waiting to be wrapped away
in mothballs of a pension?

Two percent up and 2 percent down.
Don't you have any ambition?

- Don't you want to...?
- Darling. Darling, don't. Don't.

All I want, nothing else,
is to make you happy.

Oh, Bill...

...I am happy.

Maybe if I didn't love you so much...

...l'd be happier, but...

I want you to be somebody.
Not for my sake, but for yours.

- For yours.
- Kathy.

Kathy, you listen to me.
Try to understand. I love you, Kathy.

All these jobs, positions, rating,
it's all nothing.

I do this because it gives us a living.

Because it makes it possible
for us to live in peace and security.

It makes it possible
for us to be together.

That's what's important.
That's all that matters.

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

Are you sure?

- Can you come out?
- Yes. Of course.

- You sure you're all right?
- Oh, yes. Please don't worry.

How awful.
You'll have to be towed in.

That's all right.
I'm just grateful I didn't hit you.

My house is right here
if you want to use the phone.

That'd be kind of you. I'm supposed
to meet my husband for lunch.

- I'd be happy to drive you to him.
- That'd be too much of an imposition.

I'm to meet him downtown Los Angeles,
police headquarters.

- Police headquarters?
- He's a detective in Central Division.

- Lieutenant William Doyle.
- This is indeed a strange coincidence.

I'm Mrs. Anthony Pope. My husband
is inspector of that division.

- This is a small world, after all.
- Yes.

This is one accident we won't have
to worry about reporting to the police.

- They'll hear about it soon enough.
- Well, come on. Come with me.

- Thank you.
- You must be really shaken up.

No, it was my own fault.
I haven't anybody to blame but myself.

Then she said, " I don't think we'll have
to report this accident to the police.

- They'll learn about it soon."
- I said that?

- It was very amusing.
- Very funny.

I must have been in shock.

Times like that, we're never really
aware of what we're saying or doing.

- Here's your drink.
- I always drive very carefully.

The first thing I clearly remember
is sitting here with Mrs. Pope...

- Alice.
- With Alice...

- I think driving's a great responsibility.
...and getting Bill on the phone.

I've been driving for 20 years.
I've never had an accident.

- Leave it alone.
- Not one.

Maybe a few near misses, but nothing
that was ever really my fault. Never.

You mustn't be discouraged, Sara.
You must keep on trying.

I said to Bill on the phone,
"I can't meet you for lunch because..."

No, dear. You said, " Bill, you'd better
go right out and get your lunch...

...because I've just driven up
Mrs. Pole's telephone pope."

Thank you. Well, dinner, everybody.

Darling, finish your drink
and bring Kathy in.

You really had a very narrow escape,
you know.

Might have been seriously injured.

It's my own fault. I cut the corner
instead of making a proper turn.

Well, that happens. Especially
if you're trying to cut corners.

You were supposed
to meet your husband for lunch?

I understand you live in the Valley,
Mrs. Doyle.

And so, what was I doing on
the other side of town in Westwood?

- Isn't that the next question?
- No, it's not.

I think I'll save that question
for another time.

A time, perhaps,
when I might really need it.

By that time, inspector, I should have
a very satisfactory answer.

I'm sure you will. Shall we?

And frankly, Kathy, for some time now,
I haven't been feeling too well, so...

And frankly, Kathy, for some time now,
I haven't been feeling too well, so...

- What's wrong?
- Nothing serious.

Just fatigue, I guess.

Anyway, Tony and I decided
that for his birthday...

...we'd spend a quiet weekend
at Palm Springs, just the two of us.

You ought to stay a week.
The rest would be good for both of you.

- Lf only I could persuade Tony.
- Lf you go just for the weekend...

...he'll wanna be back at the office
on Monday, but... I have an idea.

Give Tony a birthday party
on Saturday night.

- A party?
- And then insist he drive...

...to Palm Springs on Sunday.
- I see. Then he might stay.

Do you really think...?
Do you really think he might?

You know all men are like little boys at
a birthday party, especially a surprise.

He'll enjoy having his friends
around him that night.

- He won't refuse anything you ask.
- I wonder if he would agree to that.

You leave everything to me. Just
pretend you're going to Palm Springs.

- That way it will really be a surprise.
- Yes. I could make up a guest list.

You just leave everything to me.

- Mrs. Warren?
- Hello?

- This is Kathy Doyle.
- Mrs. Doyle.

- How are you?
- Good. You?

Fine, thank you.

Alice and I are giving the inspector
a surprise birthday party Saturday.

- Their place?
- Yes, at home.

Alice was wondering if you
and the commissioner...

- Saturday night? We'd love to come.
- That would be wonderful.

- Tell Alice...
- Yes, I'll tell her. Thank you so much.

Goodbye.

- Hello.
- Hello, Kathy?

- This is Sara Alidos.
- Hello, Sara.

I've been calling you for over an hour,
but your line's been so busy.

I had a few calls to make.

Well, the captain suggested
that we might drive...

...to Palm Springs together on Friday.
You know, use only one car.

You're going to Palm Springs?

Why, of course. Saturday is the...

I thought you might have heard
that the captain decided...

...we spend the week end on the desert.
- No.

Well, he's been feeling
a little tired lately, and...

Kathy, you haven't heard anything
about going to Palm Springs?

No. But we couldn't go.

As a matter of fact,
I was trying to get you on the phone...

...to see if you were free
over the weekend.

Are you sure
you won't change your plans?

No. No, I don't want to disappoint
the captain.

Well, goodbye, Kathy.

Goodbye, Sara.
And have a nice weekend.

I don't understand what could've
happened to Sara and Charlie.

When I talked to Sara, she said
she couldn't change her plans.

She might at least have called me.
I think I should speak to her when she...

I wouldn't do that.
It might embarrass her.

I suppose it would.

Alice, a wonderful party.
Everything's just perfect.

I'm afraid I can't take any of the bows.
They all belong to Kathy.

If I'm ever rash enough to admit
to another birthday, Mrs. Doyle...

...l'll have you arrange the party for me,
even if I must get a warrant to do it.

Bill. Bill.

The commissioner threatens me with
a warrant to arrange a party for him.

And I wouldn't put it past you
to make my own husband serve it.

Well, I'm a police officer, ma'am.

If the commissioner orders me to make
an arrest, I guess I'll have to do it.

Excuse me. I think I need a lawyer.

- You're in Central Division, Doyle?
- That's right. I have been for a while.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- For what?
- For the party.

- Oh, that was Alice's idea.
- A better idea than Palm Springs.

A better idea for your friends.
They can be with you.

But not all of them.

- Tell me, where did you meet Doyle?
- San Francisco, the Dana case.

Yes, I remember that.
You were the newspaperwoman.

- Yes.
- Smart piece of work.

- Thank you.
- You doing anything now?

Only what every other wife does.

No, not you.
Not a woman like you.

- There must be something more.
- I used to think so too, until I met Bill.

- I'm stubborn. I can't buy that.
- Why not?

Why isn't it enough for me now
just to be a...?

Yes, I know you love your husband.

Whatever drove you along
in your newspaper work...

...whipped you into doing
the things you did.

You were you then.
You're the same you now.

That you isn't going to make
a very easy settlement with life.

I don't know. What else has life
got to offer in the final settlement?

Maybe the answer might be found
in a file I keep in my office:

Strange offences committed
by seemingly normal people...

...all of them searching
for an answer.

I'd like to see that file.

I'd be very happy to show it to you.

Thank you, inspector.

Most of them seem to be women.

Maybe because women reason
with life only just so far.

Frustration can lead them quickly
to violence.

I agree. Right now frustration
is threatening to lead me to violence.

Ever since I've come here, I've been
dying to ask you about that picture.

May I see it?

Taken 18 years ago.

You've changed...

...a lot.

And not only on the outside.

What were you like then?

I don't even know what I'm like now.

No, not you. You knew what you were
then, you know what you are now.

You know yourself.

And you know everything
there is to know...

...about people.

Yes, there are people like us.

You once told me I'm the same woman
now that I was in San Francisco.

- Yes.
- Well, I've a confession to make.

I've begun to look for an escape.

Hours of free time.

Going through these files with you.

From time to time,
I find interesting cases.

I'd like to talk to you about them...

...from time to time.

And I don't know
what's got into Charlie lately.

Chews me out every chance he gets.

Like tonight. A simple pinch,
but back at the office...

...he rips me up and down in front of
the boys: Where did I leave my brains?

Don't I know not to get
in the way of the evidence?

Maybe I'm getting too big
for my britches.

So I just stood there and took it.

- Bill.
- Yeah?

- I want you to quit.
- Quit what?

I want you to quit the department.

I don't understand, Kathy.

I want your work to be
less demanding, quieter duties.

We can have that if you join
the Beverly Hills police.

There's no problem for you to join
that department.

- No. But why?
- Because it's quieter there.

No crimes, homicide, violence.

Yeah, but do you realize what quitting
the department would mean?

I've put in 10 years in Los Angeles.

I've got something
that only years can buy: Seniority.

And if I go to Beverly, why,
it would mean starting all over again.

I can't take this anymore.

I go crazy every time you're called out
on an emergency.

- You know I can take care of myself.
- Until the one time your luck runs out.

Darling, darling.
I want you with me more.

And we can have that
if you go into Beverly.

Darling, I didn't realize how you...

Sure. Sure. It's not that important,
if it means this much to you.

Oh, Bill.

Never mind. Maybe it's just nerves.

No. I'll put in for my resignation
in the morning.

Like you say, it's no problem for me
to make the Beverly Hills police.

I don't wanna do anything
to make you unhappy.

I love you so much.

The only way you can make me
unhappy is to stop loving me like that.

You know, Kathy, there's something
going on that I don't understand.

I never thought Pope
took such interest in me.

- What happened?
- About the resignation...

...he wants us to think it over.
- Why me?

Said he'd been thinking of making
some changes in Central Division.

- What kind of changes?
- He didn't say.

But something about
my working closer with him.

I told him my mind was already made
up, but that I'd talk it over with you.

He said to tell you that he personally
asked that we reconsider.

Darling, I've been selfish,
horribly selfish.

Tony Pope likes you,
is interested in you...

...and you'll be happy working
with him, and that's all that matters.

- Are you sure it's all right?
- Yes, darling. Very sure.

Hi.

- Home is the traveller.
- Hello, darling.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

- You don't look quite right.
- Just a little headache, that's all.

- Something worrying you?
- No, no.

- Hungry?
- Maybe some ham and eggs.

You get comfortable. I'll fix it.

- Everything go all right in Phoenix?
- Yeah, routine.

Drove all the way in without stopping.
I wanted to get home.

Since I've been working for Pope...

...l've been more of a travelling
salesman than a police officer.

Work everywhere but L.A.

Do you realize
that in the last month...

...l've been on
out-of-town assignments three?

What's this, Kathy?

Kathy, what is this?

"Don't think you are fooling anyone,
Kathy. Don't think it isn't clear...

...to anyone with half an eye
except your blind husband."

What is this? Who wrote it?

I don't know. There've been three
of them. I didn't want you upset.

I want it all. Some woman wrote this,
right? I wanna know who it was.

I knew this would happen.
That's why I wanted us to leave here.

- I knew there would be gossip...
- Gossip? Gossip about what?

About Tony Pope and me.

Tony Pope?

Will you tell me who wrote it?

- Please tell me who wrote it.
- It must have been Sara.

Sara and Charlie.
They hate me. They hate both of us...

...because of Tony and Alice Pope.

Bill.

Bill.

Bill. Bill, please don't do anything.
Bill.

- No admission, eh?
- We figure maybe we can get one.

How?

According to your own report...

...he's out-thought and out-talked
you five ways from the middle.

Well, he likes to talk.
Words roll out like marbles.

We figure if we let him run off
at the mouth...

Get him. Get him.

You crazy? Come here.

The next time you mention my wife's
name, I come after you with my gun.

"Lieutenant William Doyle,
charged with premeditated attack...

...upon a superior officer,
Captain Charles Alidos.

Witnesses:
Sergeants James and Jules."

- Sergeant James.
- Yes, sir.

Stand by your chair, please.

You were present last night
when this alleged attack took place.

Now, what happened?

Well, Sergeant Jules and I were going
over a squeal with Captain Alidos...

...when Lieutenant Doyle
came busting into the office.

What do you mean...

..."came busting into the office"?
- Well, sir...

- Did Lt. Doyle kick in any doors?
- No, sir.

- Did Lt. Doyle tear down any walls?
- No, sir.

Did Lieutenant Doyle force his way
into the office in any manner?

- No, sir.
- Then I can't understand...

...what you mean by
"busting into the office."

An unfortunate choice of words, sir.

I mean to say Lieutenant Doyle
came into the office.

Yes, I see.

There is a difference.

When you say a man comes
busting into a room...

...there is the implication of violence.
Don't you agree?

Yes, sir.

All right, James, continue.

Lieutenant Doyle came in the office.

Captain Alidos was seated
on the corner of the desk.

He looked up
when he saw the lieutenant and...

Go on.

Well, sir, I think I noticed the captain
make a sort of a move with his hand.

What kind of move?

As though he might be...

Like he was reaching
for his gun, sir.

- Sergeant Jules?
- Yes, sir.

Did you see the captain
move for his gun?

Sir, I don't remember.

But after Lieutenant Doyle
struck the captain...

...the gun did come out
of the holster.

You saw him get his gun out?

- No, sir. I knocked it out of his hand.
- I see.

All right, James,
you saw the captain reach for his gun.

This was after Lieutenant Doyle
made the alleged attack?

No, sir. Just as Lieutenant Doyle
came busting through...

- Came into the room, sir.
- You're saying, then...

...the captain reached for his gun
before the alleged attack.

- Well, yes, sir, but...
- But what?

Nothing, inspector.

Captain Alidos.

Did you reach for your gun
before Lieutenant Doyle...

...launched the alleged attack?
- You keep saying "the alleged attack."

There is nothing alleged
about the way my face looks.

You haven't answered my question.

I don't remember.

Sergeant James testified
that you reached for your gun.

I heard him.

I might have. I don't remember.

I saw Doyle come busting in.

Yes, sir, busting in,
with clear intent to attack me.

I might have reached. I'm not sure.

You say he came in
with clear intent to attack you.

Now, why?

Why would you expect the lieutenant
to attack you?

May I speak to you alone
a minute, sir?

Please wait outside.

All right, Bill. What happened?

I don't know whether or not Alidos
did go for his gun.

I did come busting in with the intent
of beating him up.

And I guess he knew it
when he saw my face.

He and his wife, they...

Well, they've been spreading some
vicious gossip about Mrs. Doyle...

...and some man.

Did he mention the man's name?

It doesn't matter. None of it's true.

Just Captain Alidos, please.

This is messy business.

An attack against a fellow officer
cannot be justified.

On the other hand,
neither can we find justification...

...for indiscriminate gunplay
in the squad rooms.

This entire issue is muddied
and a disgrace to both of you.

It's my feeling that a full hearing
of this case could serve no purpose...

...except to damage unjustly
the prestige of the department.

I suggest we consider
the incident closed.

Sorry to...

- To get you out of bed, Kathy.
- That's all right.

Heard from Bill?

He called earlier.
Expects to be home tomorrow evening.

- What's wrong, Tony?
- It's Alice.

She...

She hasn't been well lately.
You know that.

Nothing we can put our fingers on.
It's... It's just...

She's been in Mercy Hospital
for two days now. Observation.

What do the doctors say?

That it's all up to me.

- I don't understand, Tony.
- Alice isn't...

Well, she...

...just can't take
the tension much longer.

You're married to a detective.
You know what I mean.

Pressure and worry over the years.

She just can't stand it off
any longer.

The doctors tell me she needs
a complete release from tension.

That's the way they put it.

All day I've been trying...

...to find the right thing to do.

We can still have
a lot of good years together.

Guess I owe Alice that much.

Only one thing I can do:

Retire.

Isn't easy.

Can't see much life without the
department. It's been my life, all of it.

All those years.
Funny. Where'd they go?

One morning you wake up,
look in the mirror, and you...

Well, we're always living
in tomorrow.

Tomorrow, the department
will still be there. I'll be gone.

There'll be another man,
another inspector.

Inspector Doyle.

Inspector William Doyle.

Yeah, Bill might be a choice.
Might, in time.

Might.

Yeah. A word for Bill, and he...

Oh, Kathy, I feel just wonderful.

No thanks to the doctors, though.
Probe, pinch, push.

Best medicine was Tony
when he told me he'd retire.

You know what this can mean for Bill?
Of course you do.

Is Tony coming up there
this afternoon?

He's very busy
with last-minute arrangements.

- We're leaving for Honolulu next week.
- Next week?

I know I'll love Hawaii.
But I'll miss you.

We'll both miss you, Kathy.

I'll miss you too.
But I'm so happy for you.

Take care of yourself.
I'll call you tomorrow.

- Los Angeles Police Department.
- Inspector Pope, please.

- Who's calling Inspector Pope?
- Mrs. Pope.

- Hello, Alice.
- Tony...

...I used her name because
I've called three times and...

- I told you...
- I must talk to you.

There are people in my office.

- I don't care what anybody thinks.
- All right, meet me at Barkley's at 3.

All right. All right,
I'll meet you there in 15 minutes.

It's important that we...
Hello? Hello?

- You can't do this to me, not after you...
- Not so loud.

Now, listen to me.
Ever since that night, I've been sick.

I don't like what I did
because of Bill.

All right, it happened. I'll figure it
as my fault, but that's the end of it.

That night, anything happened
or said, the end of it. You follow me?

- You're not putting Bill in for the job.
- I'm not putting Bill in for the job.

- But you promised. You promised.
- Pillow talk.

I've got a responsibility
to the department.

I won't sell that out
for something we both stole.

Bill's not good enough for the job.
He just isn't. That's all there is to it.

- Who is your man?
- Charlie Alidos.

I've been preparing him
for the job for years.

Good man, Charlie.

Made a mistake
when I transferred him out.

Now if I have to apologize to him,
that's all right too.

Apologize. Alidos.

Man for the job. Apologize.

Alidos. Man for the job.
Man for the job.

Man for the job.

You all right, madame?

May I get you?

You are feeling all right?

You don't look so...

A drink?
Maybe you should have a drink.

You know, all of a sudden,
you were so...

- I don't know.
- You're very kind. Yes, a drink.

- Bacon almost ready?
- You said ham.

- Ham and eggs. Now you say bacon.
- I thought I said...

Why don't you say what you want?
I'm not a mind reader.

- What's the difference?
- Bacon is bacon. Ham is ham.

- I told you it doesn't matter.
- Just tell me what you want.

This is silly. All right, I eat the ham.

Don't be such a martyr.
Eat whatever you like.

Give it to him.

- In the middle. In the middle.
- Give it to him.

Let him have it. Hit him.

A radio call.
We gotta roll to headquarters.

- Drugstore on Alameda.
- How many?

Two. One's in hospital.
I had to throw slugs into his legs.

The other's in interrogation
with Lieutenant Nilda.

- Any make on them?
- Tom's down at R & I now.

- Druggist dead?
- Yeah. Caught four in the chest.

- Both guns?
- Yeah, both blasted. Shooting gallery.

- They high?
- Yeah, loaded.

We figure it's the same pair
that's been hitting the drugstores...

...in Central this last month.

- Any statement?
- Not yet.

They'll come through.
We got them cold.

It'll be a few minutes, Kathy.
But if it looks rough...

...Tom will take you home, okay?

- Inspector Pope been notified?
- Yeah.

- We'll be in interrogation.
- Right.

Sure is terrible, Mrs. Doyle.

Young fellas, too. Never think.

Hardly shaved yet.

If I had my way,
anybody caught selling them guns...

...the gas chamber.

- Where are they?
- Interrogation, sir.

Yes, ma'am. Murder, that's what it is.

Taking kids hardly out of high school
yet, putting guns in their hands.

The sellers, they're the ones.

They're the real killers.

If I had my way, pass the law,
gas chamber.

Make it stick, I would.

- May I have some water, please?
- Certainly.

- Here you are, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Looks like a rough night, Kathy.
Better have Tom take you home.

I'll go alone.

Tom can bring you home
when you're finished.

- Are you sure you don't mind?
- Good night.

What are you doing here?

I've got to talk to you.

No use.

You've got to listen to me.
It's important.

Tony. Tony, it isn't just the job
for Bill anymore.

Now it's all mixed up with me,
inside, living with myself.

You've got to leave me
some justification for what I did.

I need it to be able
to go on living with Bill...

...to be able to look at myself,
to be able to...

Tony.

- Tony, I beg you.
- Listen...

...since the day you had your accident,
we haven't fooled each other.

You dealt the cards,
I played them as they came.

All right. If you can't say
the word for Bill...

...just don't put in for anybody.
Just leave it alone.

There's a good chance
Bill might get the job.

- But not if you say "I want Alidos."
- I do want Alidos.

No, Tony. No.
Not after what I've done.

- Not after I've...
- Now, the game's over.

In my book, you wind up
with enough chips.

Now, pick them up and go home.

- Good night, Bill.
- Good night, Tom.

- Fill me in.
- Caught one in the head.

- Doyle been notified?
- Not yet.

Have someone call him.

Yeah.

Yeah, right away.

What is it, Bill?

Sorry, Kathy. Tried not to wake you.
I have to roll.

It's just another squeal.
You go back to sleep.

Must you go, darling?
You've just come off a job, and you're...

It's nothing they can't handle
without me, but you know how they are.

They can't sleep, so neither can I.

Be back in time for breakfast.

There's the bus.

I'd turn in my badge for less.

All divisions, all squads.
Days off and leaves cancelled.

We roll 24 hours a day.

Drop everything to concentrate
on the killing of Pope.

He may have been shoved across
by some thug he once sent over.

Check the prison releases
on cases he handled.

Round up every gunsel
ever had a reader sent out on him.

I don't care what you do, get him.
Any questions?

- We know what you want.
- Just one thing:

I put the arm on him
before the arrest is made.

- In session today.
On the local front...

...Los Angeles Police Inspector
Anthony Pope...

...was found murdered in his home
early this morning.

The body was discovered by the maid,
Angie Kroll.

Inspector Pope had been shot once
through the head.

The only official statement issued...

The photo of the bullet is ready.

The ME said the bullet went in
through the upper left orbital region...

...spun around the inside of the skull
and lodged at the base.

I figured it for a snub-nosed.38.

A longer gun barrel, more firepower,
it would've ploughed out.

- That's the slug, huh?
- Yep, that's it.

Give me the photo.

Yeah.

No, hold it.

I'll take that with me.

- Hello.
- Did I wake you, darling?

- No.
- You heard?

Yes. On the radio.

Listen, hold on to yourself.
Alice will need you.

- Alice.
- Go to her.

Stay with her, Kathy. It's rough.

Yes, stay with Alice.

- When will you be home, darling?
- Not until we get him.

I'll k eep in touch.
Try to help Alice. Bye.

- That drugstore killing, got the photos?
- Yeah, sure. Got them right here.

And the Pope photo?

- Look at that.
- But...

Yeah, but. Out of one of the guns
that killed the druggist.

- It's impossible.
- You work on those guns?

Never had them. Just the slugs
the ME dug out of the druggist.

Guns are tagged
with the Property clerk.

There's the arresting officer's
signature. "Jules."

There's the gun. One gun.

I'll take it
to the photo lab right away.

Here's the print.

- Nope.
- The other gun.

Pope was killed by the other gun.

This is Doyle.
Get ahold of Sergeant Jules.

Tell him to come to my office.
Right away.

Then I tagged this gun,
and I took it to Property.

Two. Two guns.
There were two guns.

- One gun, and I took it to Property.
- Two.

I picked them both up, remember? You
said, "Shooting gallery. Both blasted."

You remember. Remember!

Where is the other gun?

- Where's that other gun?
- Just a minute.

- You and Sgt. Jules made that arrest?
- Yes, sir.

- You took the guns from the suspect?
- Yes.

- What did you do with them?
- Left them on the table at headquarters.

Then Jules and I waited
for Acting Captain Doyle.

- Who was on duty at the desk?
- Officer Spitz.

Sergeant Jules,
were there two guns on that table?

- There must have been.
- Either there was or there wasn't.

Yes, sir. Two guns.

You both waited there
with Officer Spitz until Doyle arrived?

Then the three of us went
to interrogation...

...after captain got there
with Mrs. Doyle.

- Did you take one of the guns?
- No, sir.

Did you ever leave your desk?

No, sir. Except to get some water
for Mrs. Doyle.

What did you do
with the gun, Kathy?

I love you, Bill.

I'd do anything in the world for you.

You killed Tony Pope, Kathy.

Yes.

You took the gun
from the squad room?

Yes.

And you killed him?

- Yes. Yes. Yes. And you know why.
- I don't want to know why.

He said no.
He said, "Not the man for the job."

He said, "Not good enough."
But you are good enough.

Good enough to bring in
his own killer.

Why couldn't you
just leave it alone?

Now I'll know...

Now I'll know just how much of a cop
you really are.

The same cop, Kathy.

Same cop you met in 'Frisco.

Same cop I was 10 years ago,
pounding a beat.

The same cop.

Oh, don't.

Oh, Bill.

Bill.

Oh, Bill.

Doyle.
Questioning in the Pope killing.

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