All language subtitles for The.Cat.Creeps.1946_track4_eng

(dramatic orchestral music)

(moody orchestral music)

- "Your paper must reopen the
investigation of the so-called

suicide of Eric Goran.

It was murder. Murder for money.

They called it suicide
for lack of evidence.

Well, I have your
evidence. $200,000 of it.

I found it after years of search.

I found it with the
aid of my faithful cat.

My cat that creeps."

Always had a hunch that
Goran case smelled.

Now we have it right in our laps.

- Cora Williams.

How do you like that?
"The cat that creeps."

That's all Mrs. Williams,

some poor relation of Elliot's.

He lets her live out on the key,

probably to save her
from going to a nuthouse.

- She's strictly crackpot.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, she sent that along with her letter.

- A thousand dollars. (whistles)

This bill's been out of
circulation for 15 years.

That and others like it could
send Elliot to the chair.

- Court's established Elliott's innocence.

They refused to even
hand down an indictment.

Now, my boss...

No, you gotta dig us some
dirt from 15 years past.

Look, Sampler, if it weren't
two days before election,

you wouldn't send out a
cub on this assignment.

- That's right, but it is.

Mr. Elliott is running for the Senate.

Now, if he were guilty of a slightly

warmed over murder rap...

Mind you, I said "if."

- What you wouldn't do to
get your brother-in-law

re-elected to the Senate.

- Ah, Terry, you're just
saying that because it's true.

That's what I like about you.

- You've got a lot of guts,

picking me for this assignment.

- I don't know, you're the
best newspaper man I've got.

Besides, your connection
to the Elliot family...

-lthoughtso.

Gentlemen of the press.

- [Sampler] Stop kidding, Terry.

- You're taking an awful chance, Sampler,

nothing I'd rather do than
double cross a stinker.

- I'll take that chance.
You're a newspaper man.

I'm betting that you blow
Elliot right into the DA's lap.

- Well, blow again. I'm
not taking the assignment.

- All right. That's that.

Who's the next best man?
- Polish, I guess.

- You're picking him from
the bottom of the barrel,

now, aren't you, boys'?

- Oh, he'd love to dig into this case.

- Dig is right.

- All that guy needs is a
shovel and a dark night.

- Okay, gentlemen, you've persuaded me,

you and Dracula out there.

Great story, boys. Great human interest.

Is it true that you put rat
poison in your baby's milk

just for your morning laugh?

- Good, old Terry.
Straight from the shoulder.

That's my boy, the spirit
of a great reporter.

Try to get some of that
spirit in this yarn.

- Got it.

- Great story goes with
that picture, boss.

"The executive board of The Chronicle

held their annual convention.

As usual, the conference
was held under a rug.

The meeting was on such a low level,

an observer said, 'The rug
didn't even show a ripple.'

This reporter asked for a statement.

The publisher only had
this to say, and I quote,

'I'd crucify my own mother if
I thought it would pay off.'

Unquote."

- That's my boy.

(doorbell buzzes)

- Coming.

All right, all right.

- My name is

Terry Patrick Francis
Osfield Omal Vaney Nichols.

Terry to you.

I represent the local
sheet commonly known as

The Chronicle

and when I say "common,"
I use the word advisedly.

Having been commissioned
by that worthless rag

to interview one Mr. Walter Elliot,

I would appreciate it if
without further delay,

you informed said
gentlemen of my presence.

My, the whole situation's improving.

- Did someone hit you over
the head, or are you drunk'?

- Definitely a blow on
the head. My compliments.

You're an excellent judge of character,

but as for being drunk,

I resent that gross insinuation. Or do I?

Come to think of it,

it seems like an excellent
idea at this time.

Where does Mr. Elliot keep
the stuff'? Oh, never mind.

I have a nose for other people's business.

Just announce me to the gent,

posthaste, tout suite and pronto.

(moody orchestral music)

- Well, I see you still believe
in the freedom of the press.

- Oh. Will you join me
in a spot of bourbon?

- Thanks. A little early for me.

- [Terry] That's where you're
wrong, pops. Now's the time.

You better make it a double.

- Terry, may I ask the meaning
of this unusual behavior?

- And you better take it
sitting down. When you hear

what I have to say, you
can knock off the bottle.

Mr. Elliot, you're in trouble.

- In trouble? I don't understand.

- My paper doesn't think
you ought to be senator.

The boss prefers his brother-in-law.

- If I were you,

I'd inform Mr. Sampler that
the polls decide an election.

- Except when they're influenced

by a piece of dirt.

Say 15 years old.

- Terry, what are you up to?

- It's not me.

Mrs. Williams sent the paper a letter,

said Goran was murdered for $200,000.

Now Sampler wants me to go
out to Key Towers and explode

the suicide theory in time to kill you off

two days before election.

Don't look now, but the
upstairs maid is eavesdropping.

- [Walter] Come in, Gay.

- Gay, darling,

I just want to tell you that I'm sorry...

- I heard it all and I can understand

everybody's position in
the matter except yours.

- Honey, how many times have I told you to

never fall in love with a newspaper man?

- Terry, how can you
joke at a time like this?

- Me? Joke?

Believe me, sweetheart,

I was never more serious in my life.

Can't you see if I hadn't
taken this assignment,

someone else would've?

Someone who'd be glad to
blast your father's reputation

without him even knowing about it.

- Very generous of you, Terry.

Obviously, if you were
successful in your assignment,

I'll be in no position
to return the favor.

- Well, anybody else
would've gone straight

to Mrs. Williams.

I'm sorry, Gay. I didn't know
just how to break it to you.

I guess I made a fool outta myself.

I thought by clowning
around and making jokes,

it could take some of the sting out of it.

I can see I was wrong.

(somber orchestral music)

- Oh Dad, how could they
do such a thing to you?

- That's beside the point, dear.

It's what this will do to you.

You love that boy, don't you?

- I did.

Dad, what are we going to do?

- It is all very simple, clear.

I'll withdraw my name from
the ticket and go away,

just you and I. forget the whole thing.

- No, Dad, we can't do that.

As much as I hate to
admit it, Terry was right.

We've got to get this
settled once and for all.

- That's the way it should be in court.

But think about it, Gay dear,

an investigation, publicity,

can you take all that?

Are you sure that's what you want'?

- Yes, Dad.

- In my opinion,

it would be impossible for
me or any other attorney

to render a quick decision in
a matter of such importance.

We will need considerable --

- Mr. McGalvey's office.

Yes, sir, he's in. Just a moment.

Mr. Walter Elliot.

- Elliot.

Hello, Walter. How are you?

What?

Cora Williams?

Now that sounds bad, Walter.

You should have had her
committed to an asylum years ago.

Well, there's only one thing we can do.

We'll have to get to the island
before The Chronicle does.

Our only chance is to beat
them to Cora Williams.

- I'll get my board ready to meet you

at the dock right away.

Yeah, same place.

And Tom, locate that private
detective who helped us before.

Yes, Ken Grady. He might be useful now.

- I'll take care of
everything, Walter. Goodbye.

Forget that letter.

Locate Ken Grady. I wanna
see him immediately.

- [Connie] Yes, sir.

- [Tom] Ms. Palmer?
- [Connie] Yes, sir.

- Don't make any engagements.
We may have to work tonight.

- Yes, sir.

- What are we waiting for, Professor?

- First act. Curtain oughta
ring up any minute now.

- Oh, see'? The actors.

- Who's directing this little production?

- They don't need any direction.
They're living their parts.

Now, as the drama unfolds, see
if you can spot the villain.

- Oh, not a chance, not a
black mustache in the bunch.

- Get a shot of this little gathering.

Use your infrared so they won't see you.

- Look, brother, just
tell me what, not how.

- I'm so sorry.

- Oh, Well.

Hey, who's that?

- That's Ken Grady,
the Irish Charlie Chan.

Strictly a bad penny, that
one. Sleeps with one eye open.

He can't trust himself.

- Mr. Elliot.
- How are you, Grady?

This is my daughter, Gay.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- I think you know these folks.

- Yes.
- How are you?

- Well, gentleman, if we
cast off, we can get going.

- Pidge, my boy, the time has come,

the walrus said, when
we must join the cast.

' Why are we playing dead?

- Strategy. There's no
boat service on the island.

I'm a light swimmer myself.

We'll go along just for the ride.

(whistle blows)

Well, fancy meeting you here.

- Oh, what are you doing here?

- Temporarily, let's call
it a double double-cross.

Really, Mr. Elliot, I'm
surprised after my warning.

Well, that's what you get for
trying to be nice to people.

This is Pidge Laurie,
my traveling companion.

Always joins me on sea voyages.

- Guess we can get along
without you this time, Nichols.

- That's right, Walter.

We don't have to take this man with us.

- Anti-social, huh?

Frankly, I think you're
all acting like kids.

Remember, I'm the guy
that put you onto this.

I don't mind being double-crossed,

but I don't like it when my back's turned.

Let's start from scratch.
We're all after the same thing.

If we cooperate, we'll get it.

We don't, we'll wind up in a rat race.

What's wrong, Mr. Elliott?
This is your party.

Well, do we get passage on this tub?

Did
I he
n9 Say "Y
' S3?"

- Unless my ears deceive me.

- I think someone said, "Yes."

Sorry, old boy. This seat's reserved.

Well, haven't we met somewhere before?

Funny, the people you
think you used to know.

(moody orchestral music)

- You would.

Did we capture this
island in the recent war,

or is it something left
over from Spanish America?

(eerie orchestral music)

- That's odd.
- What is?

- There was a light in that
upstairs window when we landed.

- Maybe Mrs. Williams was
frightened by the arrival

of so many unbidden guests.

Perhaps she read something
about the rights of privacy.

How about that, McGalvey?
You seem allergic to crowds.

- Your jokes need better timing, Nichols.

- Take it easy, Tom. He's right.

He could have come here alone.

- Yes, that's what he said. Several times.

I don't trust you, Nichols.

- Thanks. I have the same faith in you.

- Terry, there may be a
story around here someplace.

These people are getting to
be an awful pain in the --

- There's $200,000 hidden
around here. That ought to cure

any pain in the neck.

Well, it's funny how fate
throws people together.

- That's gratitude for you.

- And I gave her the best hugs of my life.

You got the keys, Mr. Elliot?

- I have no key to the house.

I haven't been on this island in years.

- Maybe we'll be lucky.

It's locked.

- We could try the bell.

- I'm afraid she saw
the delegation coming,

so we'll all have to
sweat it out 'til morning.

- Mr. McGalvey, do you mind
if I take a look around?

- No, that's what you're here for.

- Well, I don't know what
you're gonna do, but I'm weary.

I think I'll relax.

- I could sure do with a drink.

- Go tap a coconut, boy.

- What do you suggest we do, Walter?

- Well, I think I'll take
a look around myself.

(eerie orchestral music)

- You know, Pidge,

I could swear there was
someone on the veranda with us.

- That's a mirage. I'm
afraid the jungle's got you.

- Ah. It's all very real.

Someone I used to know, someone beautiful.

Very beautiful.

- Where would you like
me to send the flowers?

Locked,huh?

- To the outside world, yes.

But there's no such thing as a locked door

to a newspaper man.

You would.

Black magic.

(eerie orchestral music)

(cat screeches)

- No!Ah!

- [Gay] It came from upstairs.

- I'll see you in Tony's bar.

- Don't leave me now. Don't leave me.

I need you, brother.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Somebody got here first.

Look, Pidge,

they'll all be in here in a moment

to establish their alibis.

I want a shot of everyone the
instant they see the body.

- What's going on here?

(cat screeches)
- Oh!

- There, there, Ms. Palmer.

It's only a cat. Nothing to be afraid of.

- I can't help it. I hate cats.

- Cat overlooked something,
left a rat in the room.

- Why would anyone want to
kill a defenseless old woman?

- That's obvious.

Either to force her to
reveal the whereabouts

of the $200,000, or silence her
forever on the Goran murder.

Whoever it is, brace yourself.

Mrs. Williams isn't dead yet.

- Somebody go for a doctor.

(voices chattering)

- Now you're really throwing me.

I figured the guilty one
would tip his mitt and jump

at the opportunity to get away,
but you all can't be guilty.

- L'll go.

- Fine. Take the boat
and go to the mainland.

When you bring back a doctor,

bring the police back with you.

- Well, you can't let
her make that trip alone.

- [Terry] Pidge, give her the flashlight.

- It's all right, Dad.

- Now, let's get down to business.

Pidge, you and Ms. Palmer

see what you can do for Mrs. Williams

'til the doctor comes.

The rest of us will
retire to the drawing room

and have a nice, cozy chat.

- If there's gonna be an
investigation, I'll conduct it.

That's what I'm being paid for.

- You've got the ball, Grady.

I wouldn't stand in the way of
a man earning an honest buck.

- Mr. Elliott,

you say you were walking
alongside of the building

when you heard the scream.

- That's right.

- And then you came in
through the back door.

- YGP-

- Go ahead, go ahead.

You're doing all right, Grady.

- Thanks.

And you, Mr. McGalvey?

- Well, just as I told you,

Ms. Palmer and I were going by the cellar.

We saw the door open.

We heard the scream, we came in.

- I'm satisfied that Mr. Elliot,

Mr. McGalvey and Ms. Palmer
had nothing to do with it.

- I'm glad you're satisfied.

And where did you say you were, Grady?

- How many times do I have to tell you?

I came in through the cellar door.

- That means you were in the house first.

That would've given you time

to get to Mrs. Williams before any of us.

- What's my motive, junior G-man?

- That's the $64 question, all right.

- The others seem to be satisfied.

- That only leaves Ms.
Elliot's whereabouts

to be accounted for.

- Now, Terry, I warned you --

- Don't be like that, pops.
On you, it doesn't look good.

- Mr. Nichols,

we all have an explanation
of our whereabouts

at the time Mrs. Williams
was attacked except you,

and your friend, the photographer.

When Ms. Palmer and I came in the room,

you two were already there.

From where we were, it's
only a matter of seconds

to get to the bedroom.

How did you get there so fast?

- I walked in the front door.

- But you said the front door was locked.

- Did I say the front door was locked?

You won't sue me, will you, Grady?

(both laugh)

- The boat, it's on fire.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- What's that old saying?
"Burn your bridges behind you."

We may as well settle down for the night.

We're stuck on this island.

Say, Mr. Elliot, with that skeleton key,

you could open up most any
door on this old house,

couldn't you?

- Possibly, I could.

- How is she?

- No better, poor soul.

- Say, don't you think you
ought to try and get some rest'?

- No, thank you. I'm quite all right.

- Well, I'm glad you're all right.

- Phew. Kind of chilly in here.

I'm going outside where
I can freeze in peace.

- No fooling, honey.

You look like you're just
about ready to fold up.

- Thanks.

- Good, old Terry, always
saying the right thing.

- It really doesn't matter.

- I ought to turn you across my knee.

- Really?

- You saw that skeleton
key in your father's hand.

You know what that means?

- It means that you suspect my father.

Think he's...

- Until proven otherwise.

If you'll stop acting
like a sorority sister,

I'll stand by you both.

We can see this thing through together.

- Sometimes, I think you
really want to help us, Terry.

And then again, l...it's all so mixed up.

- Oh, let's talk about something pleasant.

You remember the first time we met?

- You fell off the deck of
the boat and couldn't swim.

I had to dive overboard for you.

- Honey, I was born in Kansas,

very little water around there.

- But you could have been drowned.

- Maybe I should have.

- Don't say that.

- Well, after all, fish have to eat.

- Oh, Terry, can't you ever be serious?

- Oh, I do have my moments.

- [Pidge] That man's here again.

- You would.

- Well, what good's a
fireplace without a fire?

- Columbus the Second.
Where did you discover it?

- Well, you know that
little house out back?

Oh, what am I saying?

You know the the little summer
house by the boat landing?

- Uh-huh?

- There's a lot of it out
there. I'll go get some more.

Only this time, it'll take me longer.

- Darn considerate of him, wasn't it?

(tense orchestral music)

- Ken, what are you doing here?

- Shut up.

- If someone should see you with me...

- Nobody's going to.

She croak yet?

- No, she's just unconscious.

- Did she say anything?
- No.

- You sure of that?

- Ken, you know I wouldn't lie to you.

- You wouldn't, huh?

Not even for 200 grand?

(Cora mumbles)

- Mm..mm...

- Listen, she's trying to say something.

- Of money...

- Take down every word she says.

- 200,000...d0llars.

House.

- Little...house.

- I wonder what she meant
by the "little house."

- What are you gonna do with it?

- [Ken] That's my business.

- [Connie] Ken, you wouldn't.

- Now, don't worry.

Just keep watching the
old lady and listen,

she may open up again.

I better get outta here.

- Don't leave me here alone again.

I couldn't stand it.

- Where's your backbone?
I've got work to do.

- Well, let me go with you.

I'll go crazy in this
room with the old woman.

- First the cat, then the old woman.

Your weak nerves are getting expensive.

There's $200,000 at stake.
And you do what I say.

Understand?

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Pidge groans)

- Brother, am I glad to see you.

- The feeling is mutual.
What can I do for you, boy'?

- I'm blowing this joint, Terry.

- What? Leaving this tropical paradise?

- I just got kicked right on the chin.

- Oh, you must have run into a tree.

- Yeah. Shoe tree, size 1O and a half.

- Look, I'm sorry, Pidge.

I was only kidding. Boy,
you really got clipped.

- Well, of course I did.

I'm leaving this hunk
of underbrush as of now.

- Aren't you forgetting one
little item? Namely a boat.

You'll never make it walking.

- Well, then I'll sprout wings.

But this is one island I'm
giving back to the Japs.

- Oh, show me where it happened.

- If you don't mind, I'll stay
here and draw you a diagram.

You know that little house out back?

Oh, I said it again.

I mean the little...

- Little summer house down by the landing.

- Yeah, well, I was going
in there to get some wood,

and all of a sudden I
could hear these footsteps.

- The little house...

cat.

My cat creeping.

My cat...

Creeping...my cat.

(eerie orchestral music)

- No, go away.

- Believe it or not, that's what happened.

(Connie screams)

- Here we go again.

- Ms. Palmer.

Ms. Palmer, what happened?

- I don't know.
- But you screamed.

- I didn't scream. I must have fainted.

- You're all right. Gay, you
and Pidge, take her downstairs.

Careful now.

- Gentlemen, Ms. Williams
will never talk again.

Whoever attacked her came
back and finished the job.

- Poor Cora.

- Your hands are trembling, Mr. Elliot.

- Well, naturally. It's quite
a shock. She was a relative.

- That the only reason?

- What do you mean?
- I wanna know who killed her.

- That's what we'd all like to know.

- Well, Ms. Palmer was
here in the room with her

all the time, why don't you question her?

- That's a good idea, McGalvey.

- Get me out of here. I
can't stand it anymore.

- Take it easy, Ms. Palmer.
You're all right now.

Just tell us what happened.

- You can't get anything out of her now.

- Are you here to get
information, or to conceal it?

- Well, can't you see? She's hysterical.

She won't make sense, anyway.

- But you do, if keeping her
from talking makes sense.

- Well, I was just
trying to help the girl.

- Go on, Ms. Palmer.

- When I went over to Mrs. Williams bed,

she started reaching for
me like a cat, clawing.

Her eyes...

- [Terry] Did she say anything?

- Yes, she...

Yes, but it wasn't very clear.

I don't remember.

Just then, I saw the shadow of a cat.

It was creeping towards me.

Then as I turned away,

I saw a man's shadow on the wall.

- [Terry] Whose was it?

- I don't know. That's when I fainted.

(eerie orchestral music)

Look.

(woman speaking in Spanish)

- Forgive me.

My native tongue is strange to you.

- Yeah, but the rest of
you looks vaguely familiar.

- Who are you?

- My name is Kyra.

- What are you doing here?

- I go wherever I am needed.

Mrs. Williams beckoned to me, I came.

- Mrs. Williams is dead.

- Yes, I know.

- Well, how would a dead woman call you?

- There is an explanation,
but you would not understand.

- Try me. I'm a pretty clever Joe.

- Within this cat is the spirit
of my friend, Mrs. Williams.

- Get it out of here.

It's staring at me, like Mrs.
Williams when she was clawing.

- It's only your imagination, Ms. Palmer.

- Get out of here, I tell you, get out.

- But why should Ms. Palmer
be upset about the cat?

Mrs. Williams loved it.

Unless Ms. Palmer knows something about...

- Stop it.

You'll drive her crazy.

- My people say a
murdered soul never rests

until the murderer joins it.

Within this cat is the
spirit of Mrs. Williams.

It will never rest until
her murderer is found.

- I didn't kill her. I didn't.

- Get that cat out of here.

- I see you do not believe
in fate, Mr. Grady.

- How did you know his name?

- I know all of your names.

You are Walter Elliot
and you are his daughter.

You are Mr. Nichols and you...

- Glad to meet you, honey.

Just call me Pidge.

- It strikes me that for a
stranger, you know a great deal.

- Yes, Mr. McGalvey.

You see, I too am guided
by the spirit of one

who was murdered 15 years
ago on this very island.

- And you're Eric Goran's daughter.

- Yes.

- Pidge, get her in the other room.

(Pidge grunts)

- Guy could make a fortune selling

smelling salts around here.

- I told you it was too much for her.

- Put her down there, Pidge.

- There you are, Ms. Palmer.

You'll feel better in a minute.

- Nice going, Kyra.

Kyra? So you certainly
picked yourself a nice name.

I have a feeling you and I are gonna make

a pretty good team.

- Oh, she's coming out of it.

- Well, Tom, we can't be of any help here.

- She'll be all right, Walter,

when she has a little rest.

- Will you have a cigarette?

- No, thanks. I'll smoke a pipe.

- How is she?

- [Pidge] Terrific.

- I mean, Ms. Palmer.

- Oh, her. Oh, she'll be all right.

We need that girl, Pidge.
She's important to us.

- She's all right now.
Just a little shock.

I'll look after her.

(foreboding orchestral music)

That's the last time I'm gonna tell you.

You better pull yourself together.

- The only bright spot around
this morgue is that Kyra doll.

You know, I swear I've seen
her face someplace before.

- You've been looking through
the viewfinder so much,

they all look alike to you.

- Well, the faces maybe, but not the...

- Always in there pitching, huh?

- One of us has got to
keep up the reputation.

- Yeah, I'm sure getting nowhere fast.

- Whatever you do, don't chase her.

Even if you're wrong, don't chase her.

- I know. It's guys like
me that spoil women.

- Well, now, don't you worry, son,

'cause I'm gonna put
you over. Come with me.

- Yes, daddy.

- I've got a theory on this
case. It's really a pip.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Tom, I guess I can say goodbye
to my senatorial ambitions.

- Well, I must say, the situation
doesn't look any too good.

- [Gay] Dad? Dad?
- Yes, Gay?

- Dad, I found something.

I think you oughta see
it, too, Mr. McGalvey.

- Ken Grady's card. Well, what of it?

- [Gay] Look on the other side.

- "The money, $200,000, the little house."

Where'd you find it, Gay?

- By the fireplace.

- Doesn't look like a man's handwriting.

- Maybe it's Ms. Palmer's?

- Do you recognize it, Tom'?

- No, I don't.

What could it mean?

- Ms. Palmer was with
Aunt Cora before she...

- Do you suppose Cora spoke
to her before she died?

- Well, hardly in her condition.

Don't say anything about this
to anyone until we're sure.

I'll see if Connie's
well enough to question.

(soft orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Now, you watch the old master at work.

Once, up in Jersey,

they were stuck on a case for...

For three months, then
I found a footprint.

- What happened?

- They caught the murderer in 1O minutes.

Aha.

Now, witness genius at work.

First, the killer and the
man who kicked me on the chin

are one in the same.

- Is that so?

- Secondly, all you have
to do is find the shoe

that fits that print and
you've got the murderer.

Sort of a Cinderella pattern, see?

See'? It fits perfect...

(Pidge chuckles)

It just goes to show you,

you can't judge a man by
the size shoe he wears.

- Genius at work, now on vacation.

- Well, I'm no contortionist.

I didn't kick myself in the chin.

NOW who did?

- I know a thousand guys who'd like to.

- Yeah, but they're all on the mainland.

- Still, with that face of yours...

- Speaking of faces, that Kyra doll,

I knew a dame in Jersey once
was a dead ringer for her.

Only her name was Toots.

Of course, Toots was a
blonde and being a blonde,

her complexion was a little different.

Come to think of it, her eyes
were a different color, too.

Say, do you suppose that
could be the same dame?

(tense orchestral music)

(eerie orchestral music)

- [Connie] Go away.

Go away from me.

Go away, or I'll kill you.

What do you want?

- I followed the cat.

Within it lives the
spirit of a tortured body.

The cat will lead me to the guilty one.

The cat will point to...

- Not to me.

I didn't do it. I didn't kill anybody.

- Who knows?

You are touched with the greed of money.

- No, no.

I took money, but I didn't kill anybody.

- [Kyra] Who killed Mrs. Williams?

- I don't know, but I didn't kill her.

Please, believe me.

- But everything points
to you. Even the cat.

The cat knows.
- Take it away.

I'll tell. I didn't kill Mrs.
Williams, but I know who did.

I'll tell everything if
you'll just take the cat away.

Take it away.

I'll tell.

I'll tell.

- Mr. Nichols, come quick.

- What's up?

- Ms. Palmer is ready to confess.

- Is she dead?
- Yep.

- Terry, this case ought
to be a cinch for you.

All you have to do is watch
'em get murdered one by one,

and when there's only one
left -- besides me, that is --

well, there's your killer.

- [Walter] McGalvey, Grady, Kyra, help me!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- What happened?

I don't know.

I came in and she was
lying here on the floor.

- There, there, Gay. You'll be all right.

- [Gay] Oh, Terry. It was horrible.

- Who was it?

- I don't know.

I went over to the window
because the light was better.

Suddenly I saw a man's hand.

- [Ken] Who was it?

- I couldn't tell.

He must have come from behind the curtain.

I tried to call for help,

but suddenly, everything went black.

The card. It's gone.

- Card. What kind of a card'?

- A business card.

It was Mr. Grady's.

- You mean one like this?

- Yes, just like that.

- And a very important piece of evidence.

- Naturally.

That's why somebody wanted to
take it out of circulation.

- Grady, if you had
anything to do with it --

- What's the matter with you, Elliot?

I'm hereto help you.

- [Gay] There was something
written on the card

in Ms. Palmer's handwriting.

- Do you remember what it was?

- Something about a little house.

- Anything else?

- And $200,000.

- And she withheld the information.

- Terry, why don't you ask her?

She'll know.

- Connie Palmer knew plenty,
but she'll never tell.

She's dead.

- Dead?

- We better get her outta here.

- Yes.

Come along, Gay.

- I wish people would quit
coming into this room.

I'm getting awful tired running
up and down those stairs.

- In my opinion, we're no
nearer a solution of this case

than we were 15 years ago.

- I agree with you, Walter.

- What are you rolling around about?

- I'm just looking.

- Undoubtedly, Ms. Palmer held the secret

of this entire affair.

That's why the killer disposed of her.

- Yeah. We know why,
but we don't know who.

(soft piano music)

- Mr. Laurie, would you mind
practicing on your own time?

- Not at all.

- McGalvey, Ms. Palmer worked for you.

(keys plunk)

Ms. Palmer worked for you.

Maybe you can give us some
information that would help.

- Ours was purely a business relationship.

Outside of that, I know nothing about her.

- Then perhaps Ms. Goran.

She was in the room when it happened.

- Why, I know nothing.

- Then maybe you could ask the cat

why Connie was knocked off and who did it'?

- Wait a minute, Grady.

I think you've got something there.

- Ms. Goran, you said when
you called Mr. Nichols

to Ms. Palmer's room
that she was still alive.

- And when Nichols got
there, she was dead.

Now, was there anyone else in the room

besides you and Ms. Palmer?

- Yes. The cat was there.

(Tom laughs)

- I suppose you expect the cat
to talk you out of this one?

- The cat will make a great witness.

How do you expect to get
by with a story like that

in the courtroom?

- Tell that to the judge and jury.

- You forget, Mr. Grady, that
just before Ms. Palmer died,

she made a partial confession
because of the cat.

- Cats, cats, cats.

Is that all his investigation can --

- Take it easy, Walter. Control yourself.

- You who seek to discredit
a cat would be wiser to seek

its assistance.

At the proper time, the cat
will reveal the guilty one.

Until then, death will stalk this house.

- Yeah, everybody seems
more interested in the cat

than the murderer.

How about that, McGalvey?

- Nichols, you have a
nasty way of saying things.

- I suppose I have,

but it's obvious that whoever
took the card from Ms. Elliot

thought more of its
importance than killing her.

Tell me, Grady, just how
important are your calling cards?

- Listen, wise guy,
when I go out on a case,

I leave the cat at home.

Why don't you ask Elliot?

Maybe he wanted the card,

but didn't want to see
his daughter get hurt,

at least not too much.

Maybe they're trying to
keep it in the family.

- Are you trying to imply...?

- Take it easy, Elliot.

I didn't say you killed anyone.

- Now, wait a minute.

Walter, as your attorney,
I'll protect your interests.

- Aren't you forgetting something, boys?

You're all supposed to
be on the same side.

Come on, Pidge, let's get outta here.

Far as I'm concerned, they
can all choke each other.

- Now you're talking.

I'll light a fire on the beach
and send up a smoke signal.

Maybe a fishing boat will pick
us up in time for breakfast.

(foreboding orchestral music)

- Look.

- This is one place I won't miss.

- Cut out the wishful thinking.

We may get a better
performance out of them

now that they have no audience.

- [Pidge] You mean we're not leaving?

- That's just what I mean.

- Athousand dollar bill.

- It's working.

- Perhaps the cat knows where

the rest of the money is concealed.

Perhaps if we follow the cat,

we will also find the murderer.

- I wish I could remember faces.

- How can you? You never look at any.

- Well, I don't know how you people feel,

but all this nonsense
about a superhuman cat,

or perhaps I should say supernatural cat,

doesn't impress me, but a
good cup of coffee would.

Anybody object if I raid the kitchen?

- I could go for some fresh air.

It's been a pretty rugged night.

- Let's duck.

- Gay, my first hunch was
right. We should have gone away.

- Dad, we couldn't do that.

- Oh, it isn't fair to
subject you to all this.

I made a great mistake.

- You let me be the judge of that.

- Out one door and in the
other. It's all so confusing.

- Shh, Shh.

- I wonder what Cora meant
by the "little house."

- Could it be that little doll house

you gave me one Christmas years ago?

- That's possible.

- We left it here.

That might be where
Aunt Cora hid the money.

Dad, I'm going to find it.

- But Gay, that money isn't ours.

- I know it isn't, but
it may lead us to the...

- That's right.

You stay here. I'll see
if it's in the attic.

(eerie orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Gay screams)

- Are you hurt'?

- She doesn't seem to
be, just scared maybe.

- What was it, Gay darling?
Tell me what happened.

First the old lady, then
Ms. Palmer, now Grady.

- Three down, five to go.

- Gay, dear, are you all right?

- Yeah. She'll be all right.

- Grady.

What happened to him?

- When I turned around,

he was coming down the stairs towards me.

I'm sure he was going to kill me,

and then suddenly, I saw a man's arm

come from under the stairs and trip him.

- A man's arm?

- Yes.

- Whose was it?

- I don't know. I
couldn't see. It was dark.

- Well, now we're really stymied.

I counted on Grady's next false move

to solve the other murders.

- Well, that's solution enough for me.

All the evidence in this
case from the very beginning

pointed to Grady.

That should be a great
relief to all of us.

Now, I guess we can...

- Now wait a minute, McGalvey.

Aren't you taking the easy way out?

Pinning the murders on a dead man?

According to Ms. Elliot,

there was a third party in this basement.

Unless I miss my guess, that
complicates matters even more.

- Mr. Nichols is right.

The cat which led us here

has not yet pointed to the murderer.

- Well, I don't know
about the rest of you,

but as far as I'm concerned, it has.

- Of course, nobody ever asked me,

but I've got a theory on this case.

Now, if the cat were in the cellar,

maybe the cat tripped Grady.

- I can certainly tell the
difference between a cat

and a man's arm.

- I don't think you're helping
this case very much, Laurie.

Of course, if you believe
in superhuman cats...

- I don't believe in Santa Claus, either,

but I hang up my stocking just the same.

Of course, if I were the guilty one,

I'd knock that cat off but quick.

- And we can do without
another piano lesson.

- Yes, definitely.

_ Qkay-

Can't understand these people
don't appreciate good music.

- Walter, I'm glad we're
not in a courtroom.

- What do you mean by that remark?

- Well, simply this.

I've seen men convicted on less evidence

and it points to you.

Now, you take the incident of
your daughter being attacked

and living to tell the tale.

Now, that's one thing.

I think a jury might agree
that that could have happened.

But when a second attempt
is made on her life

and some mysterious stranger
intervenes and saves her,

I'm afraid the long arm of coincidences

has overreached itself.

- You, too, Tom. I thought
you were my friend.

Surely, you don't...

- I'm not accusing you
of anything, Walter.

All I know is that somebody killed Grady

in order to protect your daughter.

Now, who would be most likely to do that?

- McGalvey, I'd like to see you take me

to a courtroom on that.

- I'm sorry, Walter. We're
here to get the facts.

- Please, Dad. Everything
is going to be all right.

- Yes, Mr. Elliot. Everything's
gonna be all right,

with the help of your friend, McGalvey.

- He was my closest friend.

And you Nichols, you were
gonna marry my daughter.

I don't think I have a
friend left in this world.

(foreboding orchestral music)

- Well, McGalvey,

it would seem that the
long arm of coincidence

is now pointing in your direction.

- Yes. Follow the cat and
you will find the guilty one.

- Have you people lost your minds?

Do I have to explain my
presence here in the cellar?

- Well, I thought you
might want to McGalvey.

After all, you're among friends.

- Nobody asked Ms. Elliot
what she was doing here.

Was it the money, or did she come here

because her father asked her to'?

- I came here in the
hopes of finding something

to solve these crimes.

- That's exactly why I came here.

It doesn't make any difference

who discovers the murderer.

Does it, Mr. Nichols?

Now, if you don't mind,
I'm getting a little tired

making unnecessary explanations.

- Very neatly side-stepped.

- Maybe he won't always be so sure-footed.

- You're doing all right, puss.

Just got your signals crossed
that time. That's all.

Have another try at it.

(tense orchestral music)

(cat screeches)

- I wouldn't do that, Mac.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(vase shatters)

- No, no. Wrong door.

Now we're even, Mac.
Remember the summer house?

- Put him over here, Pidge.

You finally fell for the
cat routine, didn't you Mac'?

Throw me a cigarette, Pidge.

Okay.

If you won't plead your case,

at least you'll listen to the prosecution.

It all started 15 years ago.

Didn't have clients running
for the Senate then,

did you, Mac'?

Now, the newspaper files showed us

your old clients ran whiskey.

You see, pops, in those days,

Mac was a mouthpiece for
a gang of bootleggers

headed by Goran.

Oh, don't worry, Pidge.

Kyra is not the bootlegger's daughter.

That's just the part she
plays in this little opus.

He used your place here
without your knowledge

to unload and pay off.

- I'll say it was without my knowledge.

I never even suspected.

- Mac was just small fry,

until Goran got $200,000
for the big shipment.

That's when he became a big time operator.

He killed Goran for the money,
but he made one mistake.

Goran had already hidden the money.

- [Walter] But Grady, where's he come in?

- He must have known Matt killed
Goran and held it over him.

- He bled me white.

He and that Palmer woman,
paid off for them for years.

Sure, I killed 'em. I killed 'em both.

I'd have killed the lot of you,
too, before I lose the money

that I waited all these years to get.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

Okay, honey, take the boat you came in

and get to the mainland.

Send back the cops.

When you do, send back a
pound of liver for that cat.

She did a swell job, too, honey.

- Uh, uh, uh. Don't mind that honey talk.

Show business, doesn't mean a thing.

- How can I ever thank
you for all you've done'?

- Don't thank me, dear. Thank the cat.

That cat sure saved the show.

- Kyra, why didn't you tell
me you were an actress?

- You didn't ask me.

- Say, were you ever in...?

- Jersey? Sure.

- Toots, I knew it.

Wait, don't you remember me?

I used to sit in the
front row of the Follies

every Saturday night and
you used to lean over

and you'd whisper, "Hi, you big eyes."

Hey, boss.

How about me going over to
the mainland with her, huh?

- Take it easy, Pidge.

Her show doesn't open until next week.

That's five nights away, big eyes.

(Pidge chuckles)

(Pidge whistles)

Pidge, are you crazy?

No woman is worth jumping
out of the window for.

- Look! Thousand dollars bills.

And all the time I thought the
money was in the dollhouse.

I bet you thought I
was gonna say it again.

- Tell me something,
Terry, that trained cat...

did the actress bring it with her?

- That's no trained cat,
pops. It lives here.

- Did some phenomenal things.

- That cat didn't do anything
that wasn't perfectly natural.

It just wanted to get to its family.

(kittens meow)

Just as I'd expect Gay to do

if Terry Patrick Francis
Osfield Omal Vaney Nichols ll

was waiting for his dinner.

(triumphant orchestral music)