All language subtitles for Special Agent (1935)_Eng

Gentlemen, as you know,

the inability of local governments
to cope with crime

has necessitated the Federal Government
stepping in to protect the American people.

Our part of that job

is to rid the country of the gambler

the business racketeer

and the illicit profiteer who have been
operating within and above the law.

The Treasury Department,
being limited in their function,

has sent you men out
to gather information

that will enable us to use
the one weapon we have.

The Income Tax Law.

Millions of dollars in illicit profits
from illegal enterprises

have been hidden away by these
racketeers inside and outside the law.

No income tax has been paid
on these millions.

But that hidden and untaxed money
will send these men to prison.

We'll rid the country of these men

who so far have laughed at every law.

Now you men have been called
in here today to be told one thing.

Go after them.

Get their books and statements
and don't stop until you have
the evidence.

These are my orders.

The dictum of the
Secretary of the Treasury

and the command of the American people.

Now some of you men have been
undercover observing for over a year.

You're through observing.

You're going into action.

If necessary,
you'll raid to get this evidence.

There's one man, however,
we prefer to take alive.

Alexander Carston.

It's easy enough to kill him.

But to put him behind the bars
is to prove that the cleverest racketeer

isn't smart enough to outsmart
the Federal Government.

You get that, Bradford?

Yes, sir.

Hey, Mac, get a load of the guy
in the back seat.

What's so special?

Listen, every time that guy
goes into a joint

the cash register rings up no sale.
Yeah? Who is he?

Look.

Boy! Is that the big shot?

How much a pound are we getting
from the firm
on laundry and rough dry-wash?

One cent, and they're giving us
a beef every time they pay off.

Yeah? Better make it two cents

and make it worthwhile
listening to their complaints.

They can't make no profit at that rate.

No, but we can.

How's that bookkeeping, Julie?

Made balance. $7.000 net for the week.

That's a break.

The last time we was 2 cents out
it took me and Gus 6 days to find it.

That dame's a human adding machine.

For 2 cents she'd sell you out.

This dame happens to be Miss Gardner

who couldn't sell you for 2 cents
if you came in bunches.

Boys, you better stop kidding her.
She's dynamite.

Always leave your books in ashes.

So the District Attorney can have
something to can sprinkle on his head.

Get in there. Get in there.

That's right.
You did it!

Yeah, but I had to pull a muscle
to do it.

If these marbles were a little
bit rounder, they could dance.

Playing marbles on the glass.
Boy, the world has sure gone sanitary.

Sure, it stopped off a little this week
on account of the baseball games.

But $10.000 for this district,

when you figure it's legitimate,
all them nickels ain't bad.

It's all right.

Better put in some more tables.

Get an estimate on them
and send them to Miss Gardner.

Good night.

All bets down.

Number 29 on the black.
An odd number.

Trouble?

He's got a heater with him.

He's about due to go out and splatter himself
in some bad publicity all over the lounge room.

Who?
The young broker, Nelson.

Bank account never over
a couple of hundred.

Over sixty yesterday and five tonight.

Think he forgot he was playing for keeps
and with someone else's dough.

Let him win 12 G and send him home
in one of our cabs.

Where do we throw it away?
River?

Street corner.
Make it look like a stick-up.

Profit, $500. Well, Mrs White,
we've done it again, eh?

If all our guests were as lucky as you,
we'd be out of business.

Well, well,
honored with the press tonight.

Hello, Armitage.
Playing?

No, I gave mine to the community chest.

Besides, I wouldn't play with that
dealer if he were wearing boxing gloves.

Clever, though.
Glad you're enjoying your sightseeing.

Ever tried the aquarium?

Yeah, their deep sea fish
are better than yours

but for playing on fancy variety
of suckers you've got them topped.

Maybe you don't like this place.
Maybe that goes for you.

Well, you may as well know if Carston
didn't like you, I wouldn't let you in.

I don't like you sniffing around here,
anyway.

With you here I don't have to sniff.

I can get it clear out in the street.

There's the guy that pays you.

Hello, Joe.
Hello, boss. How's it going?

All right.

I brought Julie along to look over
those contracts.

Sure, they're in the auditor's office.

You'll find the estimates
in the filing cabinet.

Second drawer to the left.

I want to talk to you alone, Alec.

All right.
Let's go down to your office.

Sure.

Broke even yesterday.

The only thing I can break
at golf is a lot of clubs.

Drink?

What's the matter,
you losing your memory?

What do you mean?

You know I never use that stuff.

Oh, oh, sure.

Sit down.

Have you... have you noticed how the...

takers have been picking up
for the last couple of weeks?

Couldn't ask for much more.

Yes. Showing a nice profit.

I noticed that when I was going
over the books tonight.

Oh, yes, I knew there was something
I wanted to talk to you about...

Going over the plans I noticed how
we could make the place even larger,
you know...

Making room for more tables...

Knock out the partition
between the main floor and the bar,
and...

Put the bar in the race floor...

in the other end and...

What's the matter, Alex?

You sore at me?
No.

Just curious about the books.

The books?

Hm-hmm.

There's a little mistake in them.

$30.000 on the wrong side
of the ledger.

Why... they balanced.

Sure they balanced.

After you got through the racing.

Sure, sure, I remember.

I made a little mistake
and rubbed it out.

Hm-hmm.

I made a little mistake too
that I'm gonna rub out.

You know what I mean?

Listen, boss. I can straighten it out.

You got it wrong.
I'll make it up. I'll double it.

I was in a jam.
I meant to square it up.

I've been on the level with you
for five years.

You know I meant to square it,
don't you, boss?

Don't smirk like that.

I was going to make it up.

You wouldn't...

Would you?

I got fifty grand in the bank.

Every cent of it in cash.
Honest I have.

That'll square it up, boss.

I didn't write it in your book...
Boss, please, listen to me.

Finished?

It'll take me half an hour more
if you want things checked thoroughly.

I do.

I'll send the car back for you
to take you home.

Oh, no, don't you bother.
I'll get a taxi.

Okay. Goodnight.
Goodnight.

Oh, how are you, Andrews?
I want to talk to you.

I don't like talking to you, Bradford.
Answer one thing.

Then you can go out and bite something
and get lockjaw as far as I'm concerned.

I saw the ex-moon of your delight
last night, Gladys Warren.

And?
And she was so full of martinis

that the green olives had to wait
for the tide to come in to get past her
clothing rib.

And telling everybody what a heel I was?
And getting no argument.

Says she's gonna put the bee on you for
shoving her out on the cold, cold snow.

What bee, Andrews?

Listen. that dame hasn't got
a thing on me except to peeve.

And if she doesn't stop getting her snoot
full and shooting off her mouth, I'll...

Chlorophorm her? I had a hunch
you did that the last time.

Mr Bradford, writing
is a reporter's job.

But talking doesn't do a newspaperman
any good.

You should get Winchell's salary.
Hey, where's Julie?

In the office.

$12.697...
And all in dimes.

Now I'll only sit down for a quarter...

Well, Little Willie,
what are you doing here?

Oh, heckling the proprietors,

leering at the women
and watching the card tricks.

Say, I telephoned you before
I left the office.

To ask me for dinner?

Listen, if could only like me as much
after meals as before,

this might be a romance.
Answer my question.

Have you eaten?
Hm-hmm.

Yes.
I accept.

I thought you said you'd eaten.
Oh, but not since lunch.

I'll be through in a minute

If you're gonna have dinner with me we're
gonna go Dutch or you'll go hungry.

But you can't be broke on Tuesday.
Have you been gambling again?

No, I'll tell you. It's like this.

It all gets back to man's best friend,
the horse.

Which one has been the crow-bait
that you bet on this time?

Midnight.

I thought that was the name of the nag
but it was only the time of its due end.

Well, let me finish this.
I'm so hungry I could eat a horse.

If you'd only done that before the race
you might have saved my 50 bucks.

Where was I?

$12.697.

How did you happen to remember that?

When a guy like Carson makes that
kind of dough it's not easy to forget.

Oh, but that's not money.
That's square feet of a building.

Is that why you have dollar signs
in front of it?

If you'd keep your nose out of
my business I could finish this.

What are you doing there?

Just a little trinket I picked up
for you.

Oh, Willie, you darling.
A bracelet.

How lovely.

Oh, it's nothing. Just a little thing
I had Tiffany's run up for you.

I've never seen such gorgeous diamonds.

Emeralds, fathead.

Oh, yes, so they are.
But you really shouldn't have.

It's nothing, nothing.
Just a trifle.

You know, if that plug Midnight had been
hitting on four legs instead of three...

I might have made enough money
to put a down payment on a...

well, on a diamond ring.

Only I couldn't have worn it.

Maybe you could have gotten it...

on account
of my not knowing any other woman.

For that you get another bracelet.

And if you don't get around quitting
Mr Carson pretty quick

that's the kind of bracelet
you're going to be wearing.

But it's not so easy quitting, Bill.

Do you suppose you could afford
to buy me a cocktail

before I treat myself to dinner?
Sure.

Stick your tongue out.

Ink on my nose again?
Hm-hmm.

Ever tried keeping books with a pen?

All right.
Thank you.

Who is it?
Andrews.

What's the matter? You on the hot?
Carston put the finger on me.

That's tough. But you can't win
all the time in any racket.

And you can only lose once
on this one.

So I guess we haven't any squaw coming
when we know we're gonna be finished.

Anything you want me to do for you?

He isn't gonna finish me, see?

I'm taking a boat tonight
to South America.

He won't find me down there.

Don't be a sucker and take that dough
with you

because you're not gonna make the boat.

I'm out of here through the skylight.

Yeah, front door, back door,
or skylight, you're walking into it.

I can't stay here.
They'll come after me.

Walking into it is easier than
waiting for it.

They can't put the heat into me.

I'll get through them some way.

Listen, Jake, you gotta help me.
Help me!

Helping you would be helping myself
to a handful of clouds.

No it won't, Jake. I swear it won't.
Think of something.

There's always a way out of everything.

You're smart, Jake.
You can figure me out of this spot.

Maybe I can.
Sure, I knew you could. You're smart.

For fifty grand.
I haven't got fifty grand.

You're a liar.
You got it in a deposit box.

You got the key in your jeans.

It's under Grace's name.

All you gotta do is give me
a note to her and the key.

Jake. 25 G.
Don't sell me out.

I gotta live while I'm cooling off.

By tomorrow you'll be cooling off
in the coroner's icebox

and 50 G won't buy you out of that.

How do I now you can spring me
out of this?

You don't, until I get that key
and the note.

It's a case of either burning my brains
or losing your insides.

If this don't work, I'll...

You'll have more holes in you than
a punchboard before the night's over.

Do you mind quit stalling.

Okay. Go to the phone
and call up the D.A., see?

Are you nuts?
Shut your clapper and listen.

You tell the D.A. you wanted to talk
about that laundry dynamiting.

You mean do a solo?
Yeah.

Then tell him to send a couple
of harness bulls up here

to bring you down because you're hot.

Having a couple of tons of law with you

is the only thing
that will get you out of this joint.

If that gets me out, okay.

But when the D.A. tells me
to start talking, what?

You tell them you're the guy
that stole the car

the mob used in the Franklin job.

But you were not there when they
planted the dyna.

In other words, you talk yourself
in serve for two years.

You'll be safe.
And by the time you're sprung,
the heat'll be off.

You'll settle for two years
instead of a funeral.

But what happens to Chuck?
He goes to the hot squad.

That makes me a rat.

Hm-hmm.

But a live rat.

How does it happen that swordstick
is picking up on that number lottery?

The guy had an idea.

Ever since the depression the grade
schools in the poor sections

have been selling the kids their lunch
for 15 cents.

So the kids have got money.

He's got plenty of kids working
for him in the schools.

A million forty-four thousand kids,

half of them spending a nickel,
that's $26.000 bucks a day.

Yeah.

Andrews?

Yeah...

Okay.

Armitage is gonna tip himself off
and take a rap to beat the heat.

He's gonna have the coppers
take him out of the club.

Joe.

Take a couple of the boys
and settle Armitage's stomach.

He'll be leaving the club
in about 15 minutes.

That's all.

An old-fashioned is nothing but a cross
between a fruit salad and a slug of whiskey.

Now you take a sidecar.
Take another one and you'll drown.

Come on. I'm a fine figure of a woman
and I need feeding.

I wouldn't dare to go on a honeymoon
with you unless you were on a diet.

Check, please.

Just made it.
Yeah, there goes the parade.

Them policemen must have got
the wrong address.

They wouldn't be coming to one
of Mr Carson's place.

Get the paper on the phone. Rewrite.

Hold on a minute for Bill Bradford.

They're on, Bill.

Hold on.

Did Carston have any differences
with Armitage?

Yes, he was...

Oh, I don't know.
You mean you won't tell.

I'm afraid to, Bill, even to you.

I don't blame you. I shouldn't have asked
you the question in the first place.

Listen, honey face, you run along.
I got a lot of chores to do tonight.

Oh, I've got the horrors.
Can't I stick around?

Sorry, I'll stop in on my way home.

Promise?
Sure.

Hello. Bradford. Get it.

Underworld bulletry reaped a grim harvest
tonight in front of the famous 122 Club.

Just as the police were taking Armitage
down the steps...

Five men to get one.

A rotten butcher.

If we can't hang it on Carston this time

the press is gonna run more
than a blast with our departments.

It's gonna run more than after the jobs of
Police Commissioner and District Attorney

I think we got a chance of pinning it
on him this time, Walter.

That's what I thought last time.

So help me, I'd give ten years of
my life to send him to the chair.

We've got a break. Carston has killed
more than 4 innocent bystanders.

He's killed a thing we've never
been able to lick.

The public's half-baked hero worship
of a tough guy.

Well, tonight showed him up
for the bloody butcher that he is.

If we get any sort of evidence

the jury will have found him guilty
before you make your opening address.

If we can get any evidence.
Yes, if...

If we had any evidence last time
there wouldn't be this time...

and if...

Come in.

Mr Bradford is here.

Tell him and the rest
of the newspapermen

the we expect to make an arrest
within a few hours.

Yeah, but you haven't any idea
who you can arrest.

Hello, Chief.
How are you, Roger?

Now see here, Bill, we haven't a thing.
As soon as we do...

Listen, I didn't come here to get a story,
but I've got a hunch I think you can use.

Yeah?
Yeah.

That's all, Williams.

Did you think of Carston?
Naturally.

Well, Andrews is Armitage's assistant.

More than likely he's in the know.

Well, suppose he is.
Carston's men are afraid to talk.

I have a hunch Andrews will
if you bluff him right.

I think you can sweat him down until there's
nothing left but his yellow streak.

Bluff him on what?
There's something
I've never been able to prove.

But I'll bet 100 to 1 he did the trick.

Remember the Walker case?

Extra! Five mowed down
by gangland bullets.

Extra! Read all about it.

Well, I see we made
the front page again.

Well, it was unlikely
they got tired of them.

You guys gonna eat?
Yeah.

I gotta go up
and tell the big guy about this.

Meet you in Joe's in 5 minutes.
Order me a steak.
Okay.

See this?

Not a very neat job.

What do you mean?

I got Armitage, didn't I?

Yes.

And everybody else on the block.

What's the difference?
The more of those guys you knock off

the less talking there is afterwards.

There's gonna be plenty of talking
about this one.

Joe, you've gone gun crazy.

That kind of a guy ain't worth a nickel.

I see.

I see.

Okay.

There's your nickle.
That pays us off.

Surprising how much trouble
a guy can buy for a nickel.

Phone McKelson and tell the boys
they're going fishing.

Take Joe along for bait.

We got Andrews out here.
Remember, take the cues from me.

All right, bring him in.

You stay.
Get everything down.

You want him alone?
Yes.

The D.A....

the Commissioner...

and myself.
Hm, how chummy.

What's the matter? Getting one of your campaign
cigars by mistake and lose your taste for smoking?

Sit down.

Well, would it help start the conversation
any if I told a cute little story?

Let me tell you a story, Andrews.

A nasty story.

That no lawyer in the world
could get any jury to laugh off.

It's about a guy that married
a little kid

just when he was starting in the racket
with Carston.

After a while she wasn't fancy enough
for him.

So he walked out on her just when
she was about to have a baby.

She asked him for dough so he had
the other dame tell her off.

So she goes to a lawyer.

She's going to sue him.

That kind of frightened this cur

because he was afraid the lawyer
might tell the court
what he earned and how.

Well, one day the little kid was found
in her apartment dead.

With the gas on.

But she had been chlorophormed first,
Andrews.

We know who did it, but
we can't prove it.

How do you like the first chapter
of the story, Andrews?

Commissioner...

you oughta write fiction.

That's what they call stories
you can't prove, isn't it?

Yes, it could have passed for fiction.

If this guy hadn't dumped
the other dame.

Gladys Warren was drunk
at a cocktail bar the other night.

And talked before witnesses.

Why, that lying skirt,
who'd believe her?

The jury. Because she told things
that checked.

The murder of a mother and
an unborn child.

Another American tragedy.

The papers will love that.

You'll be lucky if you reach the chair,
Andrews.

Because no sheriff is gonna protect
a rat like you from a mob.

By the time they get through with you
and get around to string you up

you'll look like something hanging
on a hook in the meat market.

Fiend, that's what the newspapers
will call you.

The people in the street will talk about
the ways they'd like to talk to you.

The mob will get bigger and bigger
around the jail.

They'll start yelling...

Then someone will throw a rock.
No!

No, I'd kill myself first.

Suppose you didn't have
to take the rap?

Suppose you could talk your way
out of the chair?

Sure, sure I'll talk.

We want Carston.

If we get him,
we might compromise with you.

I don't know anything about Carston.
Come on.

What about tonight?

I'd rather take the chair,

take it from the mob,
anything but do a sore one on Carston.

They'll take me up to the castle

and work over me like they did
to Ferretti.

It was weeks before they finished him.

Listen, Andrews,
you could protect yourself.

Give us your testimony and then go on
just as though nothing had happened.

Mingle with the mob.

Then we'll spring you
as a surprise witness at the trial.

They'll send Carston to the chair so fast he
won't have a chance to put a finger on you.

Yeah, I could do that.

You will or you'll go
to the chair yourself.

It was Carston who put the finger
on Armitage.

Here you are, Andrews.

Put your John Henry on it.

It's a pardon for you
and a death warrant for Carston.

Put this in the file.

Now get out of here.

Tell the mob we worked you over,
but it didn't take.

Do exactly as you have been doing
until the trial when you're safe.

It's a cinch you won't talk
and this office won't leak.

Because you're our ace in the hole

and we don't want that hole to be
a grave.

Don't get in touch with me until the
trial. It might wise up the mob.

All right.
All we want to know is in that file.

I can get away with this
if you protect me.

Don't worry.

We'll strap Carston to the chair
this time.

Gonna get him tonight?
No.

Use the newspapers a couple of days
to work the public up into a lather

about the innocent bystanders and their
families. Then I'll make the pull.

Carston's too smart to try
and make a getaway.

Besides, he doesn't know
we got the evidence on ice.

I'd like to see Mr Carston, please.

Fifth floor.
Thank you.

He said to say it was Smith.

A.P. Smith.

You sit down and wait.
I don't think he'll be long.

Thank you.

Yes?
A.P. to see you.

All right, send him in.

Sit down.

Mr Carston, I took an awful chance
in coming here to see you today.

I got something in the files and...

I think you'd better read it.

Hello, Mike.
Hiya, Bill.

Hello.
Hello, Bill.

Isn't anybody gonna ask you guys
to dance?

What do you know, Bill?
Not a thing.

Well, I didn't know you were out.

Out and obvious, with no thanks
to you and that ham you work for.

I didn't say you committed murder.
All I said was...

that I saw some vague connection between
Corrigan's funeral

and the fact that you shot him
six times the day before.

Well, I hope I see you again.

While you're out.

Oh, hello, Nick.

Hiya, Spike.
Hello, Bill.

I was just thinking about you.

Yeah, must be lunchtime.

Let's go now.

I wanna get out of here.

I gotta see Carston first.

What's the matter? Last night
gave you the tweaks and fidgets?

It's the first time I
ever came so close.

Makes working here...

Oh, forget it. I'm just a big strong girl
that needs a couple of aspirins, that's all.

Listen, you better get
out of here quick.

Otherwise you'll end up hanging
from a chandelier
screaming fire all to yourself.

I suppose so.

Carston's busy right now.
He'll be through in a minute.

How much did I promise you
for a document like this?

Ten thousand, Mr Carston.

Julie, bring in $10.000.

Thanks.

Wrap it up in this.

You'll take that door going out.

Thanks very much, Mr Carston.

Forget it.

Bill Bradford's here to see you.

Send him in.

Julie.

I have a feeling I'm gonna be
pretty busy for a month or so.

Is my book in shape?

Yes.

By the way...

even the smartest bookkeeper
is liable to slip in conversation.

And the squarest newspaperman
is liable to print it.

So...

don't see so much of him.

If you know what I mean.

Okay.

Hurry up, won't you.

Sure.

How are you?
Fine. Make yourself at home.

Been reading about you in the papers.

I anticipated that you boys would try and
hang that unfortunate incident on me.

Never mind the act,
I wrote your statement hours ago.

You are horrified by the brutal massacre

and hope the fiend who murdered
four innocent people

and your friend Waxey Armitage
will be brought to justice.

A little standardized, but it'll do.

Between the two of us,
how do you guess it?

I'll be arrested before the day is out.

I'll be arraigned and the case will be
dismissed for insufficient evidence.

You think so?

Much obliged.

Armitage, how come?

When you buy an adding machine
and it doesn't add correctly...

you get rid of it, don't you?

By the way, Bill.

I wish you'd build up some of that cheap
ballyhoo on the orphanage

I secretly endowed.

I think I'm in bad odor with the public.

You smell, to be correct.

Incidentally, the managing editor's
gonna bark like a seal

about sugarcoating you.

But you'll get it.

He knows I gotta play ball for the
in I've got.

Run it after the pinch, will you? I don't
want it to appear after I'm sprung.

You know, Carston, I have a feeling
that maybe you're not gonna be sprung
this time.

I think you kicked old John Public
in the pants just once too often.

And don't forget.

The jury is gonna be made up of
12 tried and true innocent bystanders.

Bill, the public are men.

And you can buy 90% of them
at your own price.

The other 10 you give the choice
of crawling on their bellies

and being live cowards

or taking it in the belly
and being dead heroes.

It's amazing when you have that power
what contempt you have

for your stupid, meek, John Public.

There's only one hole in your argument,
Carston.

Dillinger didn't die of old age.

Well, I gotta hurry.

That blond bookkeeper of yours
is taking me to lunch.

Fine. Glad you dropped in.

Thanks for the tip.

I'll try to ring you with a halo
in that sidelight story.

Much obliged.
So long.

Are you serious, Bill?

Sure, I like you...

you don't ask asinine questions
of ball games

and you don't get lipstick
on a guy's collar.

And you carry your own cigarettes.

Now, what more could a guy
ask for in a wife?

I'm kind of fond of you, too.

That's good.

Then we might as well go down and
look silly in front of a
Justice of the Peace.

Bill, I'd rather wait a while.

Well, add it up. I'm not very bright.

Carston.
What's that butchering egomaniac
got to do with it?

I should think you'd be glad
to get away from him.

I do want to get away, Bill.

I hate the place and I hate him.

He's everything that's cruel
and cowardly.

If you only knew how I wanted
to get away.

Well, here's your chance.

Oh, I'm afraid to.

Not only for myself, but for you.

When I first went to work for him
I was pretty desperate.

I was walking the streets
on cardboard looking for a job.

I didn't know
what I was getting into at first...

Well, then he kept giving me
more and more to do and...

now I'm his personal bookkeeper.

I'm the only one that knows
the code they're kept in.

The only one?

Yes, I don't think even Carston himself
could decipher them without me.

If I married you he'd think
there would be a chance of my talking.

And Carston doesn't take any chances.

Once you work for him you don't quit.

Oh, I've seen people try and...

well, then they'd be given a free ride
to the castle

and you'd never hear from them
anymore.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Carston doesn't fool much.

There's one way, Bill.

Yeah?
Well...

We could elope, run away.

That is, if you still want to.

I can't, Julie.

Oh.

You see...

there's an assignment coming up
that I wouldn't miss
for anything in the world.

Now, Julie, just stick it out
a little longer, will you?

Because this is coming up soon.

And when it does, it won't take long.

Sure, I'll stick.

But I hope it's soon.

I'm afraid for both of us.

And I can't stand very much more
of Carston.

You can't and I have a hunch
that an uncle of ours

in striped pants and a beard won't.

And good morning to you, Mr Quinn.

Hello, Bradford.

Why so gay?

I've been reading that paper of yours.

Why don't you fellas lay off?

You know how we've been
gunning for Carston.

It seems like it's just no use.

He's been able to beat the rap
every time.

Then why don't you hang
a rap on him he can't beat?

Got any bright ideas?

At least one.
Yeah? For instance?

What's that?

That's the bright idea.
You'll find it all in there written out.

Special Agent. U.S Internal Revenue.

But...

you're a newspaperman,
been one for years.

Sure, but that's not all.

This government work got interesting
and so I got into it.

So reporting is just a front.

Right. Nobody minds a reporter sticking
his nose in their private business

or asking a lot of fool questions.

Well, this stops me.

And it's liable to stop
a lot of other guys, too.

Now, listen, Quinn.

You haven't been licked by Carston.

You've been licked by a lot of local
politics and brutal intimidations.

Carston is stronger than the law
at your command.

But he isn't stronger
than the Federal Law.

And we're gonna use it to put Carston and
every thug locked into federal prisons

where they can't buy or blast
their way out.

Sounds great, Bill.

But do you really think Carston
is going to leave himself open

for an income tax violation?

I happen to know that Carston
is cutting in

on every bigtime racket
in this part of the country.

His take every week must run
into the hundreds of thousands.

Now somebody is keeping track
of that money on paper.

And I got a pretty good idea
where that paper is.

Good luck, Bill.
I wish I could help you.

You can.
I'm gonna need your cooperation.

You'll get it from this office
and the police.

And how you'll get it from those boys.
Good.

When do we start.
Right now.

May I use your phone?
Help yourself.

Hello, Julie?

Bill. Meet me at the usual place
at 7 o'clock.

Now, don't argue.
No, I can't tell you what it's about.

And, Julie.
Don't let anybody follow you.

Okay.

You wouldn't be taking
a lady to dinner, would you?

This is much more important
than food.

Oh, but, darling,
nothing's more important than food.

Look, Julie, just be beautiful
and don't talk.

Till I get you some place
where it's safe to tell you something.

Now, Julie, you know that you work
for the worst racketeer in the country.

He's crooked, cowardly and cruel.

He laughs at the law and thinks
he can keep right on doing it.

What are you gonna do about it?
What can anybody do about it?

He's been arrested 50 times.
The law can't stop him.

Uncle Sam's law can stop him.

How long since you've been speaking
for Uncle Sam?

About five years.

What do you mean?

I mean that for the last 5 years
I've been a special agent.

For the Internal Revenue Department.

What about your newspaper work?

Oh, that's just a front.

A cover-up.

Why haven't you told me this before?

Bill, look at me.

Is that why you've been so
nice to me?

You know better than that.

I love you, Julie.

Well, I...

I'd like to believe that.
Well you better believe that.

But what I think of you and you
think of me doesn't matter...

just now.

No, okay. Go on.
Listen, Julie...

I know more about Carston
than any man in the country.

And I'm not the only man
in the job, either.

There's an army after Carston,
an undercover army.

Still you can't squash him.

We can, with your help.

Now, Julie,
there's just one thing we need.

And that's Carston's private books.
We've got to get them.

And you're going to help us
get them.

Oh, but you can't ask me.

You can't ask me to turn against
Carston.

You know what he'd do to me.

You know what he's done
to everybody else.

Julie, it isn't as f I asked
you to do it for me,

it's for...

well, I don't want to be waving
the flag, but...

you know what I mean.

Well, you'll have to tell me
what to do, Bill.

Hello, Julie?

Bill Bradford.

Say, is Carston there?

Yeah, I'd like to talk to him.

Bill Bradford to speak to you.

Thanks.

Yeah, Bill?

Listen, there's company coming
to your house.

Federal men and fly cops.

Yeah. Mixed crowd.

Seems you don't pay your income tax
and there's a law about it.

If they find those books of yours
you'll be learning the jute business...

Thanks, Bill. I'll repay this little
courtesy some day.

On your way.

Okay, Wilson, it's your party.
I've arranged for a police detail.

And remember. Take Carston down
to the United States District Attorney.

And hold him there for questioning
for about a half an hour.

Okay.
Come on, Roark, you're coming with me.

They're raiding to find those books.

They'll never find 'em where
you got 'em.

Don't kid yourself.

Those Federal men tear a place
apart.

Maybe I could...
Could what?

Well, I guess I could take them
into my room.

Julie,

you're a smart girl.

But I'd rather not, Mr Carston.
I don't want to get mixed up in this.

Do as I say.
You take them down to your room.

Ray.

So the flatfeet are on parade, huh?

Thanks, dear, and don't worry.

They're just trying to sell tickets
to the policeman's ball.

Yeah.

They're coming up.

Took them a long time getting here.

Search the place
from top to bottom, boys.

We're just starting today,
finish it fast. Get to it.

Did you ever see such big feet
in your life?

Yeah, their brains
must rattle around awful in them.

Go on, get in there.
Get in there before I get a concussion
kicking you in the seat.

Look who's the sergeant now.

Mulvany.
Hello, Mike.

Bring your bloodhounds
and magnifying glass, Mulvany?

No, just a rat trap and a bit of cheese.

That's all I need to catch anything
around here.

We're searching the place,
Carston.

Help yourself.

And, say, if you find a fountain pen,
it belongs to me.

I lost it last week.
What are you guys looking for?

The missing link.

Looks as if they got you
that time, Rich.

I suppose you want to look
through the desk.

Thanks, that's a good idea.

Been reading your own publicity, eh?

No, just trying to learn
how the other half lived.

Take it along. You'll enjoy it.
The solutions are already worked out.

Listen, Carston.

You've been trying to make
monkeys out of us for a long time

but don't forget we got the
advantage.

'Cause a guy looks a lot more
like a monkey in a cage

looking through bars
than any other time.

Rich, that calls for a cigar.

Mr Wilson just rang the bell.

Thanks.

By the way,

you don't mind taking a little trip down
to the U.S. District Attorney's office,
do you?

He wants to talk to you.
Not at all.

I always find the D.A. very amusing.

Do you mind if I call my attorney first?

No.

Go ahead.

The D.A. might find him
very amusing, too.

Hey, lady.

You got the wrong door.

How did you get in here?

I was visiting my cousin
from Walla-Walla

who happens to be occupying
the adjoining suite,

so I just had to drop in
and see you.

I thought you were never coming.
I was beginning to worry.

Never mind that. Where are the books?
In the bedroom under the mattress.

We gotta work fast. They just took
Carston down to the D.A.'s office.

Again? He's been there so often I'm
surprised they don't charge him rent.

Say, what is this?

Wait, I'm with him.

Oh, so you're the cousin
from Walla-Walla.

No, that's Roark. Makes the nicest
photostats you've ever seen.

How lovely. Maybe you'll make
one of me sometime.

I'd be glad to.
Get a copy of each one. Get going.

Do you mind if I ask you
a few questions, Carston?

Do I?
Not at all.

Shoot.

You've been interested in various
enterprises.

Seems to appear, most of them legal,
am I right?

All of them are legal.

Naturally, you keep books.

Naturally, I don't.

There must be records of some kind.

Yes.
Where?

In my head.

Then you know what profit you realize
from these different interests.

There haven't been any profits.
I'm operating at a loss.

Do you expect me to believe that?

I don't particularly care whether
you do or not.

You work for Carston?

Yeah.
What does he pay you?

Don't answer that, Rich.

You never filed any income tax return.
Why not?

I never made enough money.

You live very well.

How do you pay your servants,
operate your cars,
maintain two establishments.

He doesn't own anything.

Those establishments, servants and cars

have been placed at his disposal
by friends.

Did you ever place anything
at his disposal?

Sure.

What?
A safety razor.

No more cracks out of you, Rich.

You're in here as a suspect,
and not a man on a minstrel show.

Sorry. Anything else?

Not now, Carston.

I'm afraid you knew all the answers.

I'm afraid I do.

Just how much longer do you think
you can get away with it?

Forever.
That's the first wrong answer
you've given me tonight.

Just a moment, Mr Young.
Why?

I have something I want to say
to you.

How long do you think
you can get away with it?

I haven't the slightest idea
what you're talking about.

You know what I'm talking about.

The Carstons of this country are able
to keep going because of the
Charlie Youngs.

A few crooked attorneys

giving a fine and honorable profession
an undeserved bad name.

Young, there isn't an honest lawyer
in this country

that won't cheer when you go
where you're going sooner or later.

You oughta save that speech for a larger
and more appreciative audience.

It's a warning.

The moment I get the least bit of evidence
to prove what I've known for a long time

that you've mocked and evaded justice
for Carston

by legal tricks, by shady practice,

by actual intimidation of witnesses,
by bribery,

you're going behind the bars
with your murdering client.

With two witnesses to your inexcusable
slander of a member of the Bar,
I'd advise you...

Stop it, Young. These two
will never be witnesses for you.

Anything more before we go, Mr D.A.?

Nothing more now.

Bill, please.

What's the matter?
Well, it's 10:30.
Carston will be here any minute.

All right, we're almost finished.

You're taking enough time to photograph
the City Directory.

I'll take it down to the office
and start them developing.

You stick around and pack
this stuff up and check out.

Bill!
I'm coming.

If you get into any trouble,
telephone me.
Okay.

Will you get out of here. Carston's
liable to pop in at any minute.

Calm yourself, my dear.
Everything's working out beautifully.

Here are Mr Carston's books.

Give them to him when he gets here.
We won't need them anymore.

And then try to get him amused
until my men get here to make a pinch.

Will they arrest him?
No, you.

Me? What for?

For safekeeping until after the trial.
I'm not taking any chances on you.

Carston's apt to get panicky
and try to get rid of you to get
an acquittal.

But you'll be comfortable.
I never heard of any booby that
was comfortable

but let that go.
Maybe I or he will end up in the morgue.

Say, what was the idea
of dragging us down there?

That's routine. An excuse for spending
the taxpayer's money.

Another reason why I've never been
sucker enough to pay taxes.

Oh, hello. How was your little
surprise party?

Thanks to you, pretty well.

Going someplace?

Oh... yeah...

I gotta go down to Washington
to interview some Congressmen.

I've just been up saying goodbye
to Julie.

Thanks for the tip, Bill.

Oh, that was nothing.
Just self-protection.

With you off the front page

they might keep me down in Washington
all the time.

I'll return the favor someday.
Thanks.

Well, I gotta run along now.

So long.
So long. Have a nice trip.

Thanks.

Swell guy.
Yeah.

Thanks very much, Julie.

That was a real inspiration you had.

Not easily inspired, Mr Carston.
I was merely protecting my job.

Just the same,
you'll never regret it.

I hope not.

Answer it.

Miss Julie Gardner?

Yes.
We're from The U.S. District Attorney's
Office.

We have a warrant for your arrest.

My arrest? What for?

That's for the Grand Jury to decide.
Get your things, Miss Gardner.

Oh, but...

Mr Carston, this is terrible.
I don't understand.

It's all right, Julie.
There must be some mistake.

You go along with these gentlemen
and don't worry.

I'll get everything straightened out.

All right, Mr Carston.

But suppose they put me in jail.

I've never been in jail before.

Now, now, take it easy, Julie.

They can't put you in jail.
You haven't done anything.

Just sit tight and don't answer any
questions until my attorney gets there.

Understand?

Round up the boys.
I think I may need them.

This is Mr Carston.

Yes, I want Charlie Young.

United Laundries Associated:
$7.832.

East Side Poultry Dealers Incorporated:
$22.560.

American Amusement Devices:
$38.200.

Carston is doing all right for himself.

That's only the petty cash.
Here's the real item, the 122 Club.

Yeah, that's Carston's ace
gambling joint.

$112.942, all in one month.

That's low for the year.
Carston was furious.

Said everyone was falling down
on the job.

He's not going to be particularly elated

when he finds out that we know exactly
how and where he makes his money.

And that we can prove it in
any man's court.

I've been waiting a long time for this.

And now...

Carston's lawyer is down in your office
with an armful of writs.

I thought so.
He's raising the very devil.

He threatens you with dire consequences
for the false arrest of Miss Gardner.

Oh, let him rave.

I'm afraid we'll have to do more
than that.

Young is someone to be reckoned with.

I spotted a carload of
Carston's gangsters

hanging around the Federal
House of Detention.

Carston isn't taking any chances,
is he?

Young must have tipped him off
that he'd be a lot safer

if we didn't have Julie.

He's afraid we might make her talk.

Well, we simply have
to put Julie someplace

where neither he nor Young
can get a hold of her.

Come on, lady.

Gather up your homework.

Gonna drop you in at my friend
the City D.A.

Maybe he can find a room for you
in one of his nice city jails.

And you know Carston.

Just as soon as he finds out
we've got him in a corner

he'll stop at nothing to get out of it.

Now, if he knew that Julie was helping
us out

her life wouldn't be worth
a plugged nickel.

I thought she'd be
safe in a Federal jail

but he had his lawyer down there
with a writ to get her out

before we even had a
chance to get her in.

How long do you think I could
keep her in jail?

That fellow Young is a smart lawyer.

He'd maneuver me into a spot where
I'd have to release Miss Gardner.

Well, supposing you didn't have
a Miss Gardner to release?

I don't get you.

Supposing you held Miss Gardner
under a fictitious name

on some petty charge.

Then Mr Carston's lawyer wouldn't know
she was here

and consequently couldn't use
his legal tricks to spring her.

Not bad, Bill.

Not at all bad.

I guess I could arrange that.

Come in, Williams.

Don't you worry, baby.
I'll get you into somebody's jail.

Thanks.

Make out an order
for the arrest of Miss...

Miss Joan Grey, here.

Charge is suspicion of larceny.

Hold her in the Women's Prison
pending further investigation.

I'll sign the commitment papers,
then get hold of Flannagan.

I want her locked up immediately.

And, Williams...

this is to be kept
strictly confidential.

Wait a minute...

Mr A.P. Smith.

Don't forget what he said:
strictly confidential.

I'd advise you not to
mention it to Carston.

Gentlemen, you're looking at one of
Mr Carston's highest-paid stool pigeons.

He was recently paid $10.000 for some
information given Carston.

Andrews' confession.

What have you got to say for yourself,
Williams?

Give me the Detective Bureau.

I wouldn't do that just yet,
Mr Quinn.

I have an idea that Williams
may come in rather handy.

Say, Young, what is this thing anyway?

It's simple enough.

You've been indicted by a Federal grand
jury for not paying your income tax.

Indicted.

What are they gonna use for evidence?
That's what stops me.

Are you sure your personal books
are the only records you've kept?

Certainly.
And you have them.

Right here in this office.
Then I wouldn't worry.

That is, unless they sweated
that bookkeeper of yours and she talked.

Yeah.

Say, they're holding her somewhere
for no good purpose.

If they get her on the stand
and she tells what she knows...

They'll never get her in the court
if I can help it.

If she starts to talk
she'll never finish her sentence.

Well, suppose she does.

A testimony will be worthless
without the books.

If that's all you're worried about,
don't give it a thought.

I'm burning 'em right now.

Then don't worry about the girl.

But I think I will.

Just to be on the safe side.

The defendant has realized and is
realizing tremendous daily profits

from various enterprises,
both legal and illicit.

However, we are not concerned
with the legality of these interests

but with the revenue derived from them.

Revenue upon which
he has paid no income tax.

Let him get a good start, so when
we trip him he'll sit down harder.

Alexander Carston is guilty of
intentionally defrauding the government

for he has failed not only to pay

but to make any declaration whatsoever.

He'd better produce something more
than conversation

or he'll talk himself into a dismissal.

The defendant has made and has extorted
millions from the taxpaying public

without ever paying a cent
in taxes himself.

I object, Your Honor.

For the prosecution making extravagant
and maligning charges against my client

without any substantiation
other than his own imaginings.

If the prosecution cannot sustain
these charges

I admonish him to cease declaring them.

If Your Honor pleases,

I am in a position to sustain
the charges hereby made by me.

And during the course of this trial

I will substantiate my remarks
by competent evidence...

now in my possession.

And you say that at that time and place

you made these photostats
of what were described to you

as the private books and accounts
of Alexander Carston?

Yes, sir.

That's all, Mr Roark.
Thank you.

Are these copies of your books?

Yes.
Where did they get them?

I don't know exactly.

But I've got a hunch.

We've got one chance. They're in code.

They'll stay in code.

So please the court, I should like to
submit these photostats into evidence

for the purpose of identifying them

as copies of the personal records
and accounts of the defendant

showing his earnings and assets

and so kept as to conceal those
assets and earnings

for the purpose of
defrauding the government.

I object, Your Honor,

on the ground that these documents are
irrelevant, immaterial and incompetent.

And at the present time have
not been connected in any way

with the issues of this
case or with the defendant.

And further,
they are not admissible as evidence

because they are not
recognizable as such.

And for all we know,
they may be bridge scores

or any other private
markings of figures.

Objection overruled.

They are being offered
for identification purposes only.

If it please Your Honor...

I shall be glad to satisfy my
learned colleague

that these documents are relevant
to the issues of the case

and are provable as being the private
accounts and records of the defendant.

I must beg Your Honor for a brief recess
so that I may bring my witness into court.

I must apologize for
this unusual request.

But, in view of the
importance of this case,

it has become necessary to take
elaborate precautions

to protect the life of the witness.

Very well. There will be a brief recess.

To give the prosecution time
to bring its witness into court.

Going down?
Sorry, sir. This car is reserved.

You'll have to take...

Get back into that car.

Sure

Well, how thrilling.

Where are all the photographers
and newspapermen?

They're gonna come later.

By the way, how's the trial going?

It'll go a lot better
when you get there.

With this army of men it shouldn't
be difficult.

I hope not.

Go down the stairs, boys, quick.

They must have banished
the dame to Siberia

by the length of the time it's taking
to get her back.

They've snatched Miss Gardner.
I'm sure it's Carston's doing.

Your Honor. I would like to request
a 24 hour continuance of this case

due to the sudden illness of my witness.

Continuance granted.

Court is adjourned until 2:00 tomorrow
afternoon.

You heard what I said, boys.
That stands.

Never seen you two before.

Which one of the rover boys are you?

We're from out of town.

Carston figured they would know
his own men.

Smart.

By the way,
I always make a point of knowing

just where I'm going
and when I'm coming back.

We're taking you up to the castle
till the trial blows over.

Carston was afraid the law might
give you the chatter.

Get you all crossed up.

The Castle.
Nice cozy place to take a girl.

Yes. Just a moment.

It's the Highway Police. They've got
radio cars at every highway intersection

Good. Tell them to telephone
their broadcasting stations

with the description and number of the
car as soon as we get 'em. Right.

All right, get your men together and tell them to wait
for me in the car downstairs. Okay, come on, Nick.

Now, Quinn, bring in Mr A.P. Smith.

Send in Williams.

Bill, I don't think you
oughta go through with this.

I'd rather drop the whole case,
Bill.

What about Julie? You think I'm gonna
leave her to Carston's tender mercies?

You're taking a desperate chance.

I don't think so, if I've got Carston
sized up right. And I believe I have.

It's all perfectly simple. I don't know
what you fellows are worrying about.

Carston will take Julie to his castle,
we don't know where that castle is...

and I'm gonna make him send me there.

Hello, Williams.

I've got a little job for you.

And if you do it right, maybe the D.A.
won't work so hard on you.

I'll try, Mr Bradford.

I want you to call up Carston
and give him a hot tip.

Tell him you just heard Bill Bradford
telling the D.A.

that he wasn't a reporter at all but an
undercover man from the Treasury Department.

And that he was the guy
that got the goods on Carston.

Mr Bradford...

Also tell him that I'm leaving your
office and on my way up there to see him.

But I couldn't do that...

He'd kill you. He'd kill anybody
that double-crossed him.

Let me worry about that.

Okay. Send him in.

Well, hello, Bill.
How are you?

Glad you dropped in. Sit down.

Thanks.

Something I want to talk to you about.

Fine, that's why I came in.

Yeah?

What's on your mind?

Julie.

Too bad she was taken sick
so suddenly, wasn't it?

Oh, let's don't play games, Carston.

All right, then...

what about Julie?

Now look, Carston, don't get me wrong.

I'm not trying to stick my nose
into your business.

I know your angle.

And I don't blame you for not wanting
to take the rap if you can help it.

Go on.

Well, I don't have to tell you
how things stand between Julie and me.

She's a sweet kid and I wouldn't want
anything to happen to her.

What makes you think something's
gonna happen to her, Bill?

Well, you know, with the government
bearing down on you

and Julie knowing so much about
your business...

You know, I thought you might get
a little jittery and...

Oh, forget it, Bill.

Julie's a regular kid.

Anybody that shoots square with me
hasn't got a thing to worry about.

You know that.

Right, and thanks for taking a load
off my mind.

Wait a minute, Bill.

I didn't know
that you had such a case on Julie.

Oh, sure.
Just putty in her lily-white hands.

But don't you go tipping her off now.

Well, in that case
I guess I gotta give you a break, eh?

Well, that's big of you.

But what for?

A little reward for the nice things
you've done for me.

Oh, they're not worth mentioning.

Now don't be so modest.

You've got them coming to you
and I always pay off.

All right, Carston,
what have you got up your sleeve?

Nothing much, except that...

Richard's driving down to the castle.

And I thought that maybe
that you'd like to go for a little ride.

That is, to see Julie.

You're kidding.
Never more serious in my life.

Richard is bringing her some clothes

and I'm sure he doesn't
mind taking you along.

Do you, Rich?
No.

Well, that's mighty nice of you boys
and I certainly appreciate it but...

well, I can't make it just now.

See, I gotta get back to the office,
knock off a couple of yarns

You don't want me to coach you,
do you, Bill?

No, but you know how it is...

I just thought maybe you might like
to see for yourself

that Julie was being well taken care of.

All right, Carston, you got me.

When do we start?

You ready, Rich?
Yeah.

Well, come on, sourpuss,
what are you waiting for?

You.

Goodbye, Bill. I'll be seeing you.
Thanks, thanks for the buggy ride.

Don't mention it.

3-S-9-7-3.

3-S-9-7-3.

Phone this number
to the broadcasting station immediately

and tell them I'll call again as soon as
I've tailed this car to the city limits.

Let's go.

Calling all cars.

Attention all cars. Special broadcast.

Be on the lookout
for large green sedan

License number 3-sugar-9-7-3.

More later. Thompson.

They turned from Rodney Avenue
into Highway 17.

Okay, Wilson.

You stay where you are and we'll call
you as soon as we spot them again.

Who's territory are they heading for?

Cars 131, 134 and 139.

Call them and tell them
to call the station for instructions.

There's another one of those radio cars.

They're thicker than flies today.

Slow down.
Can't afford a ticket.

Oh, that's all right.
I can fix any ticket.

I race with the cops.

So I heard.

That's them all right. 3-S-9-7-3.

Intersection 49. Okay.

Just took the left fork
at intersection 49.

They must be heading
for the Lake District.

Call cars 167 and 168.

Calling cars 167 and 168.

Attention, cars 167 and 168.

Green sedan heading your way.

Proceed as instructed.

Calling Wilson's car.
Attention, Wilson's car.

Proceed to intersection 49.

Wait there for further instructions.

That is all.
Go East toward Highway 17.

All right. Stay where you are
and keep your eyes open.

Haven't reached intersection 105 yet.

Then it's a cinch they turned
off the highway ahead of it.

Now look here.

There's 3.5 miles from 104 to 105.

They could almost crawl
it in a half hour.

And the map shows only two dirt roads
from the main highway.

One of them leads to that hideout.

Call Wilson's car.

Calling Wilson's car.
Attention, Wilson's car.

Proceed immediately to intersection 104.

Believe green sedan turned off
into one of two dirt roads

before reaching intersection 105.

Investigate that vicinity.

Reinforcements are being sent there
to assist you.

That is all. Thompson.

Step on it.

You know, Bradford, I never did like
that fresh pal of yours.

Always had you figured for a guy
that knew his way around.

Why, that's very nice of you, Rich.

How come you got yourself
into this mess.

Oh, just a little mistake
I think you can correct.

Bill, please.

Don't worry, Julie. Just sit tight.

We'll pull through all right.

Why don't you stop kidding her, Bill?

You know you're both washed up.

Well, my mother always told me to look
on the bright side of things.

Guess your old lady had the right idea
at that.

There she is.

Don't touch that gate, boys.
It may be hot.

Come on. We'll go over.

Whatever you do, keep your men undercover
or those kids in there are gonners.

Charlie, you take two men
and try to work your way around
the other side.

You boys come with me
and we'll try to get in the back way.

Nice looking rod you got there, Rich.

Yeah, this is just in case.

We got something special for you
and your girlfriend.

All set.

Okay. Let's go.

Watch your step.
In here, Frank.

We made it as quick as we could, Bill.
We didn't want to take any chance.

Sure you're all right?
What about you, Bill?

Get up there, you rat.

Hello.

Hello, Rich?

Well, put him on.

I don't think he can come to the phone
just now.

He's got a bad case of lead poisoning.

I wouldn't think of kidding
a wise guy like you, Mr Carston.

Sure it's Bill Bradford,
who did you think it was?

Very clever, Mr Bradford.

Why, certainly.

I'm looking forward to seeing you both
in court tomorrow.

Yes.

A little matter I want to settle
with Miss Gardner.

Hm-hmm.

What happened?
Everything.

My friend Bradford led them all
right into the castle.

My dear little bookkeeper
is coming back.

You're through. You haven't got a
chance. We're not through, Charlie.

We've cashed enough of this, haven't we?

Well, we've got another payoff coming.

I tell you, you haven't got a chance.

I can't help you. Not now.

They're not gonna put me into a cell.

Listen, Charlie, I've played around
this racket a long time.

Guns don't scare me.

But, Charlie,
I am not going to Alcatraz!

They're not gonna throw me into a cage
for 30 years.

I'd rather take a murder rap and go
the quick way.

Okay.

Just a minute.

Give this to Lauder.

Wait just a minute.

Wait a minute. As an attorney
I refuse to submit to a search.

I warn you.
Sorry, Mr Young, but you know how it is.

All right, take it easy.

Do you recognize these, Miss Gardner?

Yes.
What are they?

They're photostatic copies of Alexander
Carston's private books which I kept in code.

Would you be good enough to explain
that code to the jury.

Well, that's a pretty large order.

Go ahead. Do the best you can.

Well, you see, the whole system
was based on a numerical sequence

of the letters of the alphabet.

For example, "f", being the sixth letter
of the alphabet reads a six.

Order in the court!

Order!

Order in the court!
Order in the Court!

I beg your pardon, Your Honor,

but the defendant evidently wants
to change the charge to murder.

Bill, I think I'm going to be...

The sentences on these counts of fraud,
conspiracy and evasion

to be served consecutively.

Aggregated term of 30 years

to be served in the Federal Prison
of Alcatraz.

Charlie Young's going to trial
for conspiracy.

Yeah, he's going to join his pal
down there in Alcatraz in about a month.

Huh?

No, I'm not coming into the office.

In fact, I'm about to take 4 or 5
weeks off.

I said I'm going to take 4 or 5
weeks off. Maybe six.

On account of what?

On account of I'm gonna marry
the girl.

And that's news.

Would you feed a lady now?
That's not news.

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