All language subtitles for The.Last.Crooked.Mile.1946.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

Hello?
Delta Insurance Company?

Mr. Dietrich, please.

Just put him over there, Ferris.

Make him comfortable.

The doctor will be here
in a few minutes.

- Yes.
- Oh, hello, Dietrich?

Sorelson. Got bad news.

The bank's just been held up.

Oh, as near as I can judge at
the moment, around 300,000.

It was the shipment we had ready
for the Federal Reserve Bank.

Yes, they got the entire amount.

Oh, unfortunately, there's no
record of the serial numbers.

All right, I'll wait for you.

I'm Lieutenant Mayrin
of the robbery detail.

Oh, how are you Mayrin?

I'm Floyd Sorelson, the manager.

Well, where shall we begin?

Well, I just heard the police
report from the officer on duty.

Four masked men,
all well-dressed,

one with blonde hair.

Three of them made
a getaway in a grey sedan.

Anything you can add to that?

Their voices were muffled
under their masks.

They were about average height.

That doesn't give us much.

Uh, any outstanding characteristics?

You notice anything particular
about any of them?

Well, now you mention it,

there was something
peculiar about one of them.

The one with the light hair.
He seemed to be the leader.

When he held his gun on me,

I noticed that his nails
were highly polished.

It struck me at the time.
Hmm. Good. Anything else?

No, I don't believe so.

Uh, could you men add to that?

I was on vault detail.

It all happened
too quickly for me.

Well, the blonde hair and the
polished nails gives us something.

As for the grey sedan,

well, if they're as smart
as they think they are,

the first thing
they'll do is switch cars.

I'll get in touch with you later.

Right.

All set, Spike?

Everything is ready.

Wanna take a look?

Sweet job, Spike.

- Little bonus.
- Oh, thanks!

Stick this mop in the furnace.

- On me, it don't look good.
- Okay.

Hop in.

Don't forget to get
rid of this crate.

Don't worry.
And good luck.

Car 28. Calling car 28.

Go to Fulton and Delaware.

See a woman about
a barking dog. That is all.

Now ain't that something?

They're worrying
about barking dogs

and we're on our way
to San Diego.

Dummy up.

Okay. This is it.

Now take it easy.
I'll do the talking.

Anything wrong, Officer?

Let's see your driver's license.

What's the matter with him?

He used to work a night shift.

Where'd you come from?

Richmond.

We're heading for Del Monte.
Is this the road?

This is the road.
You mind taking your hats off?

Sure.

What are you looking for?

A blonde.

Huh. I've been looking
for them for years.

Huh? Huh?

What's the matter?

It's all right, Charlie.
The man's looking for a blonde.

What's her address?

You over there,
let's take a look at your hands.

Okay. So, they ain't clean.

All right, turn them over.

Highly-polished nails, eh?

Yeah. His toes light up, too.

All right. Pull over here.

There are a couple
of questions I want...

All right.
The Jarvis gang is wiped out.

Or at least those responsible for the
actual hold-up have been eliminated.

Well, somebody had to get rid
of that grey car, Mr. Dietrich.

It didn't walk into the river.

Granted. Then obviously,
there was another confederate.

What I can't understand
is why the police...

have failed to unearth
one lead in two weeks.

Well, I hate
to admit it, Mr. Dietrich,

but we're smack up
against a blind alley.

The Delta Insurance Company
is concerned with only one thing.

Where is the money?

$300,000 can't disappear
into thin air.

That's what Lieutenant Mayrin's
been trying to tell you, Dietrich.

He believes the gangsters
turned the money over...

to someone else
when they switched cars.

Am I right, Lieutenant?

We went through that wrecked car
with a fine-toothed comb.

We pulled out every
stitch of upholstery,

tore the engine down,
and ripped the doors apart.

There just isn't any trace.

Your own investigators were there.

I'm inclined to string along
with your theory, Lieutenant.

What about possible confederates?

No, we grilled everyone that
ever rubbed elbows with Jarvis,

including a sweetie.
No soap.

Dietrich, I still think
you're making a mistake

in not letting the public know
the money hasn't been found.

And I agree with him.

Why don't you offer a reward?
That might help.

I'm sorry, but we
don't feel that way.

The more secretive this is kept,

the better our chances that whoever
has the money will make a slip.

Yes?

A gentleman to see you.

Who?

A gentleman who says he has
some information on the case.

Oh, he has? All right.
Send him in.

This might be interesting.

Any objections, gentlemen?

I wouldn't care if you brought
in the Scotland Yard.

- Gentlemen.
- Oh, so it's you.

Dwyer's the name, gentlemen.
Tom Dwyer.

Uh, look, Dwyer, you wouldn't
be interested in this case.

No dames involved.

You never did look
in the right places, Mayrin.

You're Mr. Sorelson, aren't you?

Yes.

I believe you said you had something
on this case, Mr. Dwyer.

I have.

Mr. Dietrich of the
Delta Insurance Company.

For one thing, I know
you haven't found the money.

How did you find that out?

Oh, I've got friends.

I've got friends everywhere.

I also happen to know
that the Jarvis car...

was sold at the police auction
to a guy in Ocean City.

Hmm. Smart boy.
He knows everything.

Sure. That's my business.

Now, Mr. Sorelson, there are just
two things that I'm interested in.

Women and money.

Right now, I happen
to be long on women.

I'd like to take a crack
at this case.

Oh, I knew he didn't have anything.

He's just trying to ace himself in.

We have our own investigators.
We don't need outside help.

Okay, if that's the way
you feel about it,

don't wanna take up
your time or mine.

Just a minute, Dwyer.

Dietrich, Mr. Dwyer
impresses me as a go-getter.

Besides, he's qualified to go
beyond the limits of the police.

Personally, I think it's worth a
try if Dwyer's willing to gamble.

Now that's the way
to talk, Mr. Sorelson.

What's the win spread, Mr. Chips?

Well, young man,
the Delta Insurance Company

will pay 10 percent to anyone...

for all or any part
of the money recovered.

But remember,
you're entirely on your own.

Ten percent.

$30,000, and all in one big pot
at the end of the rainbow.

Now that's something
to start cooking with.

Well, you better watch out
for that rainbow, Mr. Dwyer.

May have a hole
in the other end of it.

Even if I fall in,
I'll come up with the pot.

Keep in touch with me, son.

I'll be interested in your progress.

And you have my best wishes.

You better save those for the police.

Gentleman, there are just 30,000
reasons why I'll be seeing you again.

Soon.

What time does the show start?

6:00.

It's positively the greatest,
the most sensational...

Okay, okay, okay, I'll be back.
You don't have to sell me.

Good, good.
And bring your friends.

- Hey, Ferrara.
- Eh?

- Who was that guy?
- Search me.

He just wanna know
when the show opened.

I see.

Something is wrong, Mr. MacGuire?
You know him maybe?

No, I don't know him maybe.

I am expecting an associate
from back east.

He wants to take a look at the car.

I'll wait inside.

Okay. I'm just gonna
go catch my dinner.

What's the matter?
Did you lose it someplace?

Shut up.

Come on.

Hurry, hurry,
hurry, hurry...

Not bad.
Not bad, honey.

I always could shoot.

I wasn't referring to your shooting.

Why, Tom!

I didn't think you'd remember me.

There are a couple of things
about you I couldn't forget.

Well, it was very
sweet of you to call.

I'm glad you think so.

- Uh, when'd you get in town?
- This morning.

Business or pleasure?

You name it.

Well...

Yes, sure, my friend,
it's the ride of the century,

the thrill of a lifetime.

It's the high, boy,

the fastest ride in California.

- How many?
- Sounds cozy. How about it?

This is the first time
I see you in a whole year... Two.

...and you wanna
go on a roller coaster?

Hey, you think of a faster way
to make up for lost time?

- Come on.
- No, but it's...

Tom... No, please, Tom.

Uh, Tom. I get awfully dizzy
when I get on that thing.

Don't worry, honey.
Nobody will ever know the difference.

- Come on!
- Oh, Tom.

Please, Tom.
Can't we go dancing instead?

Give him a break, sister.

We guarantee to thrill
you and chill you.

That's my department, brother.
Hop in.

Oh, no, please, Tom.
Not in the back seat.

Anywhere you say, sweetheart.

Buckle on your safety belt
there, Mac.

Everybody, buckle
your safety belts.

We don't want no accidents.

Tickets, please, mister.

All right, hold on, folks.
Here you go!

There they go, folks.

Wee!

A carload of happy people,

on a scaring, a thrilling ride...

I think you better take your hat off.

We're not getting anyplace.

Give me time, sugar.
Give me time.

This is gonna be a lot of fun.

Here we go. Hold on.

Ride 'em, cowboy!

Here we go.

Oh, hold me tighter.

Put your other arm around me.

What do you think
I am, an octopus?

Sure is dark.

Why do you think they do business?

You know, almost anything
could happen in here.

Well, I'm glad you see things my way.

...folks, here it is,
the ride of the century.

The thrill of a lifetime.

It's the high, boy.
The fastest...

Am I still alive?
Pinch me.

Haven't you had enough yet?
Come on.

All right, folks,
back to the...

Watch your step,
they're getting out.

Hey, you, wake up.
Ride's over.

Hey, buddy. Give me
a hand, will you?

I don't know why these guys
take these silly rides

if they're gonna pull a fade-out.

Fade-out is right, brother.

This guys is dead.

- He's what?
- He's dead as a mackerel.

Gee, he must've had a weak ticker.

No. He had a weak neck.

That's all of them, Lieutenant.

All right.

You people can go now.

But remember, notify the
police if you're leaving town.

We may need you again
for further questioning.

Oh, just a minute, Dwyer.

You say you're a private dick
from Bay City?

Mmm-hmm.

Kind of straying out of
your territory, aren't you?

Well, I thought this town
welcomed tourists.

Not in the hunting season.

What do you mean by that crack?

It was your idea that Spike Edwards,
the dead man, was murdered?

That's right.

Well, I'm not so sure he was, yet.

But it so happens
he also came from Bay City.

He owned a garage there.

Well, what do you know?
What does that make me, his brother?

It's something to think about.

Look, I never saw Spike Edwards
before in my life.

And I'll tell you something else.

Nobody saw him get
into that roller coaster.

What are you talking about?

He couldn't get in the car
without me seeing him.

You know, when me and the pin-up
girl started for the rear seat?

Yeah, I remember that.

- It was empty, wasn't it?
- Sure.

And we were the last two
to get into the car.

It left immediately after we got in.

And the rear seat
was still empty.

Gee, that's right.

Somebody gave him a free ride.

Now, wait a minute.

Are you trying to tell me that body
dropped into the roller coaster

out of a clear sky

while you were ripping around
those tracks at a mile a minute?

Figure it out for yourself,
Lieutenant.

If he wasn't in the coaster
when it started,

then someplace along the line,
he was dumped in.

And people who have been dumped,

generally, are people
who have been murdered.

Isn't he smart?

I bet you wouldn't
have thought of that.

What do you know about this?

She doesn't know anything.
She's with me.

That explains that.

Well, coroner, what do you say?

It was murder all right.

Strangulation.

With something very thin,
like a piece of picture wire.

Now can I have the $64?

What made you so sure
he was murdered?

I've seen guys rubbed out
with that technique before.

You certainly get around,
don't you, Dwyer?

Sure I do.

And I got friends, too.
Plenty of them.

Let's go.

What's your rush?
Stick around.

I'm just beginning to dislike you.

I have an idea the feeling
will be mutual.

It's about time we got out of there.

Every time I have a date with you,
we get involved in a murder.

Maybe we should have
sat in the back seat.

And let a corpse come between us?

It wouldn't be the first time.

You're always getting
mixed up in things.

A year ago,
it was another murder.

I said, "A year ago,
it was another murder."

Well, I couldn't help that either.

You left me for 10 minutes
to solve it, you said.

And I haven't seen you since.

Well, honey, it took me a
little time to solve that one.

And that reminds me, I gotta go
see somebody about somebody else.

Oh, here we go again.

But I won't be so long this time.

And besides, there's a lot of
cash involved in this deal.

You and your cash.

Don't you like silver foxes?

Not when they're
on somebody else's leash.

I knew you'd understand.
Now, let's have a cigarette.

Well, I wonder what that could be.

Miss Sheila Kennedy.

Miss Sheila Kennedy.
Is that so...

So, that's the somebody
you've got to see about somebody.

Well, now, honey,
I can explain all that.

Well, don't try to.

It might take you another year.

Stubborn girl.

♪ The one I love belongs

♪ To somebody else

♪ He means his tender songs

♪ For somebody else

♪ And even when I have my arms

♪ Around him

♪ I know his thoughts are strong

♪ For somebody else

♪ The hands I hold belong

♪ To somebody else

♪ I'll bet they're not so cold

♪ To somebody else

♪ It's tough to be alone on the shelf

♪ It's worse to fall in love

♪ By yourself

♪ The one I love

♪ Belongs to somebody

♪ Else ♪

Oh, Sheila.

Thank you, Bert.

The waiter said a friend
of mine was here.

What could have given him that idea?

Well, I can dream, can't I?

Who are you, and what do you want?

If you knew,
you wouldn't be asking.

You said you knew me in Bay City.

Oh, you are from Bay City.

Say, what is this?

A guy from your hometown
was murdered here today, sugar.

What does that make me, his sister?

Quoting a friend of mine,
"That's something to think about."

Look, I don't know anything about it.

And I don't like guys who think I do.

Well, I prefer love myself.

But I happened
to do you a favor today.

Got this away from the police.

What's that got to do with me?

The corpse carried it
next to his heart.

Why, these pictures
are throwaways.

Anybody's liable to have one.

Sure, sure.

Then a guy by the name
of Spike Edwards

didn't happen to drop in to see you
in the last couple of days, did he?

Spike Edwards?
I never heard of him.

Okay.

Uh, wait a minute.

Why are you so interested in me?

You appeal to my finer
instincts, beautiful.

Oh, I wouldn't kid you.

The name is Dwyer, Tom Dwyer.

I'm a private detective.

Now why don't you
tell me some things?

There's nothing to tell.

Okay, I'm wrong.

Uh, look, there is something.

You know what I think?

I think you're in a jam.

And maybe I can help you.

I don't know why
I trust you, but I do.

Well, why not?

All right, so I am in trouble.

And anyone who gets mixed up in it...

Well, for your own sake,
stay out of it.

You mean, the same thing that happened
to Spike Edwards might happen to me?

- Yes.
- Thanks for the tip.

Always Mine.
My favorite perfume.

It's an expensive brand.

Oh, I can see that.

You think you can afford it?

Well, the finer things in life have
always appealed to me, sugar.

They're harder to get,

but they're more fun
when you get them.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Now, you see?
I told you I wouldn't be long.

What's the matter?

Couldn't you get anywhere
with Miss Kennedy?

Bonnie, you've got me all wrong.

This is business. I'm on a case.

Yeah.

The case of the girl who said no.

Oh, Bonnie,
why do you talk like that?

Step right in, gentlemen,
our big show's about to begin.

You can't go home without
seeing The Museum of Crime.

Now that's something
I'd like to see.

Do we have to?

Can't we just dance?

On top of those dogs
you've been eating?

Come on.

It's real, it's shocking.
It is horrible.

- Two.
- Two, yes, sir.

Thank you, right inside.

See for yourselves
why crime doesn't pay.

Hey, Tom.
Let's get out of here.

This place gives me the creeps.

Are you kidding?

Doesn't this car appeal
to your scientific mind?

Why, look at it,
it's streamlined,

bulletproof, hard steel.

It can do a 110 miles an hour
without batting a spark plug.

It's magnificent.

This is a fine way
to show me a good time.

And I had to wait a year for this?

Step into the back seat.

Interesting, no?

No.

It cost me a fortune
to fix up that old wreck.

And the public don't go for it.

What do they want for 25 cents,

The Battle of Gettysburg?

Here, I have the most sensational,
the most colossal...

Yeah, yeah.
I heard it all outside.

The show's a flop, huh?

A bust.

I did all right when
I had the invisible man.

What happened to him?

He disappeared.

Look, I represent
a big eastern collector.

I might wanna buy the car.

You wanna buy it, too?

Somebody else interested?

I just made a deal yesterday
with a man named MacGuire.

But I'll sell you
the hot seat. Cheap.

No, thanks.

He says he came here from
an eastern collector like you.

Maybe it's the same one, eh?

I don't think so.

He must be working
for somebody else.

It's too bad.

Maybe I should get
some more cars like this,

and go into the
used car business.

You got an idea.

You got an idea.

- Good night, Miss Kennedy.
- Good night.

Hello.

It's you.

"Stage Door Tommy" they call me.

- Were you expecting someone else?
- Well, uh, no.

I thought maybe you might like to help
me polish off a stack of wheat cakes.

Oh, I'd like to but I'm pretty tired.

However, you can see me
to my hotel if you care to.

Well, I was getting
around to that later.

Later. Uh, look, we'll have a better
chance to getting a cab this way.

Let's go.

You know, you gave me something
to think about tonight.

Let's not talk about it.

Well, I was just wondering if
anything should happen to me

who'd claim the body?

Must you always talk about a body?

I've always found it
a most interesting place

to start a conversation.

You happen to know a guy
by the name of MacGuire?

No. Should I?

It's too bad we can't be alone.

What are you talking about?

We got company.

You mean we're being followed?

Ever since we left the place.

I wonder who they're after,
me or you.

Well, can't you do something?

Sure, why not?

Well, here we are.

Still early. You sure you don't want
something to eat?

Not tonight.
But I'll take a rain check on it.

You got it. Keep it.

Aren't you keeping the cab?

No, I think I'll take a walk.

- Well, good night.
- Good night, see you in the morning.

Oh, police, help!

Take it easy.
You'll be all right.

Oh, my head.

What happened?

Somebody must have slugged you.

I was passing by out front,

and I heard you holler for help.

He must have hit me
with a sledgehammer.

What are you doing around
here this late at night?

I live in there.

Maybe you need a drink.
You got one?

In the top drawer of my desk,
a bottle in there.

I'll get it.

Thanks.

Did you see who hit you?

No, only a shadow
over there by the car.

I better call the police.

What's that?

The roller coaster.

They test it every night
after they close the park.

Sounds like it runs
right under the building.

It does.

Well, how interesting.

Yeah. Nothing but trouble
ever since I got that jalopy.

Why should anybody want it?

Some people collect butterflies.

Is that what you do?

Who, me?

No, I'm the guy
that furnishes the net.

Oh, hello, Tom.

Hello, Sheila.
Have a good night's rest?

I always sleep like a baby.
Don't you?

When there's nothing better to do.

You know, that's what
I like about you.

You're always in there punching.

If I wasn't a sober man,

I could drink this stuff.

Like it that much?

Yeah. Something else
I like, too.

A dame that's smarter than me.

Is that possible?

It's too bad you didn't stick
with me last night.

We might have had a lot of laughs.

Oh, I was too tired.

But I said I'd take
a rain check on it.

You didn't by any chance have
something more important to do?

Well...

You hardly know me and already
you're accusing me of two-timing you.

Is it too soon?

Look, baby, if you're
gonna be on my team,

you gotta play ball my way.

Is this what you call the "wind-up."

Here.

That's my handkerchief.
I must have dropped it.

You sure did, sister.

Now you can drop that phoney
line you've been giving me.

You went back to Ferrara's
apartment last night. What for?

I came up here and went right
to bed after you left me.

What's this all about?

That's what you're gonna tell me.

What do you know
about the Jarvis car?

I don't know anything about it.

I don't want any part of it.

You don't know anything about it
but you don't want any part of it.

Look, baby, no dame ever lied
to me and got away with it.

I'm a guy that wrote
a chapter on the subject.

What are you talking about?

Somebody dropped that handkerchief
in the museum last night,

and slugged Ferrara.

Well, what's that got to do with me?

Well, if you weren't there,

and someone dropped
that handkerchief,

it looks to me like somebody's
trying to frame you.

But why?

You ought to know that
better than me.

But you won't spill it.

Okay, get somebody
else to help you.

Please, Tom, believe me.

I wrote a chapter on
that subject, too, honey.

I'm through with you.

Wait a minute, Tom.

Look, I can't lie to you.
I'll tell you.

I was Jarvis' sweetheart.

I want the whole works.

Well, I've been trying to live it down
and get away from that kind of life.

After he was killed,
I thought...

I thought I could escape
from all that.

Go ahead.

But the police wouldn't let me.

They hounded me and grilled me
until I thought I'd go crazy.

Finally, I came out here
and got a job at the show.

Oh, I thought I was safe.

But it followed me.

So you came to Ocean City...

where the Jarvis car was
to get away from your past.

I didn't know it was here.

You've got to believe me.

What'd the cops grill you for?

They thought I knew
where the money was.

Did you?

Jarvis wouldn't trust his own mother
with more than 10 cents.

Tom, I told you
there was trouble in this.

I've seen what happened to people up
north who mixed in Jarvis' affairs.

It isn't healthy.

I want to stay in one piece.

You've got to believe me.

Hmm. That's one chapter
I haven't finished yet.

Let's try that again.

Will you, darling?
I need your help.

After that, I could
almost believe anything.

Now, I'll tell you something.

I know you didn't go back
to the museum last night.

I left you at 12:45,

and it takes 25 minutes to get
to the museum from here.

Ferrara was slugged before 1:00.

Why, you lug.
Why did you pull this on me?

Oh, just another way
to find out things.

But someone did try to frame you.

That was a dirty trick, Tom.

Well, maybe I can
make it up to you.

How about picking up that rain check?

How can I resist you?

Where do we go?

Oh, the club has a swell cook.

Get your coat.

I feel a lot better.

You couldn't feel
half as good as you look.

You should see me when I wake up.

That's not a bad idea.

Sam, play that one about,
uh, "The one I love..."

- You mean, Belongs To Somebody Else?
- Yeah, that's it.

♪ The one I love belongs

♪ To somebody else

♪ He means his tender songs

♪ For somebody else

♪ And even when I have...

I'm going crazy around here, Wires.

Don't call me Wires.

Okay, okay.

I think we're both suckers.

Why does the boss want us to
stall around and buy the car?

What do you wanna do?
Lift it like a wallet?

I think we ought to do something.

Maybe if you and me was
to get that dough alone,

we'd only have
to split it two ways.

You know,

I can figure out an angle

where I'd only have
to split it one way.

Oh.

♪ For somebody else

♪ It's tough to be
alone on the shelf

♪ It's worse to fall in love

♪ By yourself

Come on.
We got some unfinished business.

♪ The one I love

♪ Belongs to somebody

♪ Else ♪

From where I sit, that's tops.

Then you think I'll go places?

You're a cinch.

All you need is a guide
by the name of Dwyer.

Incidentally, I've got places
to go, too. I better run along.

Thank you, Sam.

When will I see you again?

- Tonight.
- Tonight?

Sure.

Tonight, I'll come back
for an encore.

Look, Ferrara.

The party I work for
doesn't like too much talk.

Sure, I understand, Mr. MacGuire.

Mmm-hmm. Just how much did
you tell this guy, this Dwyer?

Only that I already
made a deal with you.

Is that all?

Anything else to tell, MacGuire?

Oh, it's the guy who's interested
in used cars.

Some used cars.

Say, Ferrara, take
a little walk, will you?

I wanna talk business
with, uh, Mr. Dwyer.

But I gotta make up my receipts.

Oh, be a nice little boy and scram!

All right.

Now,

Mr. Dwyer...

Just how interested
are you in that car?

Plenty.

Suppose we start even.

Why?

I represent an eastern collector,
just like you do.

That tells me all I need to know.

Well, now that that's settled,

let's get back to the car.

I suppose you heard
about the mechanic

getting murdered on
the coaster the other day.

Yeah.

I wonder if he was interested
in that car too, Wires.

What'd you say?

You heard me, Wires MacGuire.

Well, I guess
we understand each other.

Well, if it isn't my good friend,
Lieutenant Blake.

Ferrara told me
I could find you here.

Some funny things have been
happening in this park lately.

Let's say,
since you blew into town.

What do you know, boys?
I'm an ill wind.

Yeah. You're a bad break
for our chamber of commerce.

Come on, Blake.
This is getting us nowhere.

What else do you know?

I found out the murdered man
used to work for Jarvis.

Well, that clears up something
I didn't know. Thanks for the tip.

His being killed in the same
roller coaster you were in,

and Ferrara being
slugged here last night,

don't sound so good for you.

Oh, quit your bluffing, Blake.

You can't pin anything on me.

No bluff, Dwyer.

Maybe I'll run you down yet.

You couldn't run anything
down but your heels.

Now, I'll give you a tip.

I just happen to remember

a guy that had a tricky way
of getting rid of his enemies.

He used to strangle them to death
with a piece of picture wire.

The same way Edwards was strangled.

Huh. I suppose
you're gonna tell me

your strangler was also in the
roller coaster car without a ticket.

Wrong again, Watson.

My idea is that Edwards
could've been murdered

any place along the line,

even in here,

and his body dumped
into the roller coaster.

Say, uh, through this trap door,

which opens right over
the tracks in the tunnel.

That's an emergency exit
from the tunnel.

There's a half a dozen
of them alone in the line.

Sure, there's even one
in the fortune-teller's booth.

Why don't you get her to help you?

This is her busy day.

Suppose you tell me the name
of your wired killer.

The name?

Yeah, the name.

The name?

This is funny.
I can't remember it.

I don't see anything to laugh at.

You would if you were
standing where I am.

- Who are you?
- Me?

Him? He's a businessman
from back east.

He, uh, collects butterflies.

That's right.

I'm sorry. I haven't any
samples with me just now.

Maybe you'll catch a few
if you hang around with that guy.

So long, Lieutenant.

You're a smart dick, Dwyer.

Not all the time.

But I think I know
who killed Edwards.

And I think I know why.

Take it easy, boys.

That Dwyer is a pretty wise guy.

Too wise.

One peep out of him
and he'll need a new neck.

Um, it's quite warm
in here, isn't it?

Yes, and hot, too.

Yeah.

Do you have any fans?

- Fans?
- Uh-huh.

Yes, ma'am.

Now, there's a lovely fan.

Only $10.

Imported and hand-painted.

Oh, I don't wanna go that high.

Do you have anything cheaper?

- Cheaper.
- Mmm-hmm.

Twenty-five cents.

Twenty-five cents.
All right. I'll take it.

Young man, I want
my 25 cents back.

Why, what's the trouble?

This fan broke.

Well, how did you
fan yourself with it?

How did I fan myself with it?

Just like this.

No wonder, lady.

Look, with a 25-cent fan,

you do it like this.

Boy, are you corny.

- Oh, am I?
- Mmm-hmm.

Hi, sugar.
What are you doing here?

Why, you old meanie.

Now, what's the matter, Bonnie?

Oh, so it's "Bonnie."
I didn't think you'd recognize me.

Well, it's only been
a couple of days.

Yeah, and you said it'd only
be for a couple of minutes.

Well, I lost my watch.

Oh...
Oh, well, that's different.

Now I can forgive you.

That's right.
You say you're not satisfied.

You say you want more
for your money.

Well, I'll tell you
what we're gonna do.

What?

We're gonna do out
and have a good time.

You mean you're gonna
take me out dancing?

Anything you like.

Well, come on, boy, let's go.

Just a second.
I wanna see if there's any messages.

All right.

Anything for 602, Jack?

Why, yes, Mr. Dwyer.

Monica Hotel...

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

Oh.

You know,
I could eat a lobster first.

- Sure.
- Hello, Mr. Dwyer.

Hi, Mabel. When did this call
from Mr. Sorelson come in?

About a half an hour ago.

Did he leave a message?

He said he'd call back.

There's gonna be a contest
at the Palace. Monica Hotel...

Maybe we could win a prize.

Why not? If there's enough prizes
to go around, we're a cinch.

Oh, Mr. Dwyer,
for you, it's Mr. Sorelson.

You can take it right here.

Oh, no. Not again.

Hello? Hello, Sorelson.
When'd you get in town?

I arrived yesterday.

Came out to the
banker's convention.

Thought I'd call and find out
what progress you've been making.

Well, I think I'm on the right track.

No, but from now on things
are gonna move pretty fast.

Good. And keep at it.

I hope you come up
with that pot of gold.

I'm at the Belfont.

If you feel like having a drink
this evening, drop over.

Well, we'll make it another time.

Yeah, lots of luck.

Thanks.

Now can we go?

- Hon, look...
- Now wait a minute.

Don't tell me.

"Something's come up and it'll only
take me a few minutes, honey."

- How did you know?
- Oh, I'm psychiatric.

Look, go buy that lobster,
and I'll meet you at the Palace.

But I wanna go out
dancing with you.

I told you
I'll meet you there later.

And suppose you don't show up?

Then you start dancing with yourself.

Are you all right, miss?

Yes, I'm all right.

Crazy California drivers.

Tom.
Sheila.

What are you doing here?

Oh, darling.
I'm so glad you've come.

I feel so much better now.

Honey, what's the matter?
You're all shaken up.

Sit down.

Tom,

someone's trying to kill me.

Now, wait a minute.
Let me get you a drink.

Then you can tell me
the whole story.

I know you're excited,
and I wanna hear everything.

First, I've gotta make a
very important phone call.

Drink that.

Hello. Hello, sugar.

I wanna place a long-distance call.
Bay City.

Lieutenant Mayrin.
Bay City Police.

Yeah. Call me back.

Now, what's it all about?

I was on my way to the park.

Someone tried to run me down.

Maybe it was an accident.
Accidents don't happen twice.

I walked a few more blocks
and it happened again.

- The same car?
- Yes.

The second time it came close enough
to knock my bag out of my hand.

I was so panicky,
I took a cab and came right here.

- Couldn't you see who was driving?
- No. It all happened too quickly.

Tom, what am I gonna do?

Are you sure you don't know a mug
by the name of MacGuire?

Wires MacGuire?

No.

I thought maybe you might have
heard about him on the south side

when you were palsy with Jarvis.

I don't think so.

The first time I heard of him

was when you mentioned his name
in the cab the other day. Why?

I got a hunch he was trying to
frame you with your handkerchief.

And if I'm right, he's also trying
to knock you off.

But why?
I don't know this man.

Maybe he's trying to get even
with Jarvis for something.

- Jarvis again. I can't get rid of...
- Now, just a minute, honey.

Jarvis is doing us a favor.

I may finish up
my business here tonight.

And if I do, I'm in the chips.

And you and I are
going places together.

And Jarvis is paying for the ride.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Yeah. Hello, you big ape.

What'd you call me up for, to brag?

Pictures?

Sure, I think so.

But you're off your beat
if you believe that money's

still in the car.
Just a minute.

He thinks I'm crazy.
But he's never been right yet.

Good, now take
a look at the fenders.

Mmm. The whole right side
is caved in.

Yeah, both fenders folded up
like accordions.

What?

Mmm, no. The left side's okay.

Except for the paint
is burned off.

That's all I wanted to know.

You're a pal, Mayrin.
Buy yourself a box of cigars.

And send them to me.

Honey, I'm in.
But I've got places to go.

You're not leaving me.

Now, only $30,000 would tear me
away from you at a time like this.

But I'm afraid.

You've got nothing to worry about.

Just make yourself comfortable.
Curl up in there if you get tired.

I'll park on the sofa with a
good book when I come back.

Tom, please, take me with you.

I just don't feel right being alone.

Honey, this is a one-man job.

Look, I can't help being scared.

It's not for myself,
but that car,

everything connected
with it means trouble.

Don't worry about me.

Look, I want you to do me a favor.

Call Ferrara at the Crime Museum.

Tell him to meet me at your club
at 12:15. Will you do that?

Yes, but please, be careful.

Don't worry about a thing.

Hello, Mr. Ferrara.
Having a nightcap?

Oh, hello.

Bet you don't remember me.

I'm a friend of a friend
of yours, Tom Dwyer.

I know. I've been waiting here
for him for half an hour.

He told me to meet him.

If he ever kept a date,
it would be a mirage.

You mean a miracle.

Nope. A miracle is
something you believe,

but never see.

A mirage is something you see,

but, brother,
don't ever believe it.

Baby, you and me could go
a long way together.

No doubt we will,

in opposite directions.

Monica Hotel.

I'm sorry, Mr. Dwyer's out.

He hasn't returned?

Uh, no. He hasn't returned.

Thank you.

Hello, Mr. MacGuire.

I was going to call you tonight.

About the Jarvis car.

Oh, finally made up your mind, eh?

Not exactly.

I think maybe it's worth
more money today.

Yeah?

Well, maybe tomorrow
you'd be glad to give it away.

Hello, sug.

Get me the Belfont Hotel.
Mr. Sorelson.

Yeah. I'll wait.

Hello?

Hello, Sorelson?
I've got something that'll...

Hello?

Hello? Hello...

This is the operator.

Operator, what happened to my call?

The line is disconnected.

Well, can't you trace the call?
It's urgent.

I'm sorry, sir.

There's no way
the call can be traced.

All right. All right.

Come one, Dwyer, open up.

Oh, it's you.

Now, look, boys.

It's too early in the morning
to start scaring children.

Wisecracks won't get you
out of this, Dwyer.

Don't tell me there's been
an earthquake in California

and I'm the only suspect.

We know where you were last night.

By an odd coincidence, so do I.

You broke into that Crime Museum.

Right, pinch me for illegal entry

and I'll spring myself
in a half hour.

This is one rap you'll never beat.

What are you talking about?

Murder, pal.
Not too plain and not too fancy.

Murder?
Now, just a minute, fellas.

Let's get this straight.

Who am I supposed
to have bumped off?

Your friends,
Haynes and MacGuire.

Or should I say Wires MacGuire?

Good. Save the state
the cost of a trial.

The cost of yours
will make up for it.

I don't wanna be too curious.

But just when am I supposed
to have committed this crime?

The bodies were found this morning.

But they were killed last night.

You've got the wrong boy, Blake.

I didn't see those fellas last night

and I got no reason to kill them.

I happen to know you had a
date with Ferrara last night,

but didn't show up.

Suppose you tell me
what detained you?

It's funny.

I can't seem to remember.

Perhaps we can refresh your memory
down at headquarters.

And you don't have
to bother about that tie.

The state furnishes a beaut.

Complete with slipknot.

You've got a great act, Blake.

But it'll never make the big time.

Sheila.

Oh, company so early?

My friend Blake here doesn't seem
to think the climate agrees with me.

He's got another room picked out,
overlooking San Francisco Bay.

San Francisco Bay.

What are they talking about?

Haynes and MacGuire
were murdered last night.

MacGuire murdered?

Suppose you tell me a little
about yourself, young lady.

Now leave her out of this, Blake.

Miss Kennedy's a friend of mine,
and she doesn't know anything about it.

What have you got
to say, Miss Kennedy?

Oh, now, look, darling.

I can't let you do this
to protect me. I've...

Now, honey...

I've got to tell him the truth.

He's trying to shield me.

I work in one of the
night clubs on the pier.

Tom picked me up there a little
after 1:00 last night and...

Now, Sheila,
you don't have to do this.

Well, after that...

I happen to know he didn't see
MacGuire or anybody else.

1:00.

The coroner said they
were killed about 3:00.

There, you see?
Now let's forget it,

and have some breakfast.

I hope you can prove it.

Well, you have my word for it.

Isn't that what they call an alibi?

This drawer.

Look, my gloves.

I left them here this morning
when I went out.

And we stayed up
all night playing Gin Rummy,

and I've got a nick
in my bankroll to prove it.

Isn't it touching?

Ticklish, you know.

So I see.

Stick around, Dwyer.
There may be another earthquake.

Undoubtedly.

Come on, Owen.

Tom.

Thanks for the alibi, sugar.

I didn't think a smart gal like
you could go for a guy like me.

Woman doesn't have to be smart
to go for a guy like you.

No, but it helps.

Anybody see you leave last night?

No. Not that I know of.

I know there was
no one in the lobby.

Tom...

Oh, you didn't kill them.

I don't go in for murder, sugar.

I go after it.

Well, did you get
the money you went after?

Yeah, I got it.

Well, look, then...

Then let's get out of here.

As far as a boat, or a train,
or a plane can take us.

That's a good idea,
but for one thing.

The money's gone.

Gone? But you said that...

That's right. But when I got back
last night, somebody slugged me.

No money.

Well, Tom, what difference does it
make? I'm sick of the whole business.

Let's get out of here anyway.

You're forgetting something.

You promised to take me away.

I haven't forgotten that.

Neither have I.

But there is something more important to
this job than the dough I haven't got.

And the dough you'll
probably never get.

Well, I wouldn't be
too sure about that.

I got a pretty good idea
who's got it.

Hello, Sorelson, come in.

Thought you'd get in touch
with me this morning, Dwyer.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know
anyone else was here.

Sheila Kennedy.
Floyd Sorelson.

- How do you do?
- I know Mr. Sorelson.

Aren't you mistaken,
Miss Kennedy?

Well, don't you remember
the Hi-Ho Club?

We were introduced
by a mutual friend.

I'm sorry.
I don't believe we've met.

Well, it must have been
two other people.

What's on your mind, Floyd?

I'm afraid our business is private.

Well, I'll go.

Sheila's a pretty good
friend of mine. You can talk.

I'd rather not intrude.

There's, uh, something that
might interest you, Floyd.

Something rather strange
about that hold-up money.

You mean you've got it?

Well, I told you I'd get it.

But, uh...
What I meant to say was...

The police overlooked a very,
very important angle.

- Did they?
- Mmm-hmm.

Strictly an inside job.

Oh, come now.
Everyone knows Jarvis did it.

Oh, sure. Jarvis did it.

But he had an accomplice in the bank.

Aren't you being a little fantastic?

Am I? And whoever it was

wanted to be absolutely sure
that his own hands were clean.

You're not a detective.

You're a fiction writer.

Perhaps you can refresh
Mr. Sorelson's memory, Sheila.

Wasn't it Jarvis who introduced you?

What are you trying to imply?

- Well, wasn't it?
- Yes, it was.

You know that guy Jarvis
didn't do you any favor.

This fella doesn't like you.

He tried to frame you
the other night

by dropping your handkerchief
at the museum.

And when that didn't work,

he tried to run you
down with his car.

You mean he thought
I wanted the money?

You're a fool, Dwyer.

Before you go,
there's just one other little detail.

I hate to be gipped.

I went into this
for $30,000 reward money,

10 percent of $300,000.

You'll get your reward
when you turn in the money.

Yeah, but it'll only be 15,000.

Because only 150,000
was stolen by Jarvis.

You kept the other 150,000.

That was your deal with him.

Too bad Dwyer didn't let you go.

I thought you'd lead me to the money.

But I didn't think
I'd have to kill you.

Drop that gun, mister.

Well, kind of glad we suck around.

I was depending on it.

You're a pal, Blake.

But, please, don't ever
unload my gun again.

Just wanted to keep you
out of trouble.

Who put the match under his collar?

Haynes, MacGuire, and Edwards.
And they're all dead.

Take him down to headquarters.

I'll be down later
to proffer charges.

Come on.

You, uh, won't need this
where you're going, Sorelson.

But for now,
it looks good with your outfit.

Well, that's that.

I guess that closes
the case, doesn't it?

Not exactly.

Well, now that you've got Sorelson,

there won't be any trouble
finding the money.

Well, I've met
Sorelson's type before.

He's not the kind of
a guy to tip his hand.

He'll go to prison for life, and spend
half of that money trying to get out.

Only, I'm not gonna
give him a chance,

because part of that
dough belongs to me.

I bluffed my way into this case,

but I'm going out with a full house.

That comes before me?

Well, I'm afraid it'll have
to for the moment.

Well, I guess
you don't love me.

I wouldn't say that.

Let's say that I wanna
prove it in a practical way.

I see.

Well, this sounds like goodbye.

Let's call it a rain check.

How will you know where to find me?

You forget I'm a private detective.

I'll always remember that.
Goodbye, Tom.

Hello, beautiful.

- Why, Tom!
- I've been waiting for you.

I'll take those.

But, look,
I'm going to the station.

So am I. I'll drive you.

Get in.

So you decided to come after all?

"Unpredictable Dwyer" they call me.

What made you change your mind?

First, let's get comfortable.

Now, that's better.

Well, Sheila, you won't believe me,
but I found the money.

- You found it?
- Uh-huh.

But where?

You'll get a big kick out of this.

The funny thing is,
it was right in front of me

all the time,
and I couldn't see it.

Which goes to show you
how blind a guy can be.

Now you take the murders of Haynes,
Edwards, and MacGuire, for instance.

MacGuire killed Edwards,

because Edwards knew
where the money was.

But MacGuire never did have sense
enough to come in out of the rain,

so he and Haynes were working for
someone else who gave them the orders.

They managed to get the money
for their boss, all right,

and got paid off
with a couple of bullets.

Oh, then that looks bad
for Sorelson, doesn't it?

Well, I wasn't
speaking of Sorelson.

I called him at his hotel last night
and heard him answer the phone.

So I know he was in his room.

I checked later,
and no one saw him leave the hotel.

So he couldn't have killed
Haynes and MacGuire.

Then if it wasn't Sorelson,
who was it?

Well, it just narrows
down to one person.

You.

I suppose you can prove that.

I can.

If you'll open that bag.

Why, of course.

I thought you were
a smart dame, Sheila.

I don't intend to disappoint you.

Turn up that canyon.

Okay.

I hate doing this to my friends.

But some people never
know when to go home.

You know, Sheila,

this'll kill you.

The cops have been listening
to our whole conversation.

What are you talking about?

This car's equipped
with a radio transmitter

that operates
on a police wavelength.

So, you see,

you're not so smart after all.

We'll see about that.

Get going.

You know we're bound
to run out of gas.

There's enough.

Not enough
to get you anywhere, sugar.

You're exactly where
you were 15 minutes ago.

Behind the eight ball.

Why don't you give up, Sheila?

Step on it.

Now, get out.

- You mean now?
- You heard me.

I said get out.

You're so obstinate.

Well...

This is the end of the line, Sheila.

You can come out now, sugar-foot.

Brother!

A roller coaster has nothing
on a ride in the rumble seat.

I told you this wasn't a joy ride.
You wouldn't believe me.

Anytime you're ready,
Miss Kennedy.

Well, a girl has to look her best when
she's going to have her picture taken.

Why, certainly, I agree.
Shall we?

Hey, how about me?

You drive that jalopy
back to town, sugar,

and I'll meet you at the Palace.

You mean it?

Why, certainly!

But if I'm not there in an hour...

Yeah, yeah. I know.
I'll start dancing by myself.

That's right.