All language subtitles for FBI_Girl.1951

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[Music] Washington, D.C.

once just the capital

of the United States.

Today, a symbol of strength

and a bulwark of hope

for the entire world.

And as Washington has grown in

international significance,

so has the Department of Justice.

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Its nerve center is the

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

The FBI and its carefully selected and

trained special agents,

or GMEN, have earned a reputation for

integrity and efficiency.

Every 18 seconds, somewhere,

somebody is committing a crime.

More than 6 million

persons have police records.

In one year, the FBI

laboratory made more than 67,000

examinations of evidence.

And the Identification Division, with a

file of 120 million fingerprints,

answers thousands of identification

requests daily from local peace officers.

Individual identification can be made in

as little as three minutes.

Fingerprinting is the most accurate

personal identification

system ever developed.

A man's fingerprints can never be altered

or destroyed from the time he is born

until after he is dead.

A single print in these files can mean

the difference between

freedom and imprisonment,

even life or death.

Yet a man desperate enough to dare

anything might try to gain access to the

files through the FBI girls and boys.

No trained, capable special agents, just

nice, normal, young human beings,

to whom the keeping of

these files is a sacred trust.

[Music] Our story started when the Senate Crime

Committee listed Capitol

City for investigation.

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That's right, gentlemen. I think the

Senate Crime Inquiry is a splendid

example of democracy in action.

Then you're not worried about the

committee coming to

Capitol City, Governor?

Who worried? On the contrary, I welcome

it. I think it's a healthy influence.

Now it might be different

if I had something to hide.

What about those stories

connecting you with the Syndicate?

Absolutely nothing to them. Vicious,

ugly, and unfounded rumors started by my

unscrupulous opponents.

My skirts are clean, gentlemen.

If the committee hadn't decided to come

to Capitol City, I would have

requested this investigation.

Is that good politics, Governor?

It's the best politics.

Look at it this way. If you wanted a

clean bill of health

personally, what would you do?

Have a physical examination, right?

It's the same way with the government.

The way to keep it vigorous, healthy,

serving the best interests of the public

is to examine it periodically.

I think this Senate Crime Investigation

will prove one of the finest things

that's ever happened in our great state.

I'm sorry, gentlemen, but that's just

about all the time we'll have.

We'd like to thank Governor Grisby for

this inspiring democratic message.

Thank you for the opportunity. We all

hope to have you back again

soon. Thank you, Governor.

Tune in next week at the same time for

another meeting with the press panel.

We're off the air.

Hello, Blake.

Those were lovely words, Owen.

This is no time for sarcasm. We're in

desperate trouble. You

know that as well as I do.

Take it easy, Governor.

If it were just this committee, I

wouldn't worry. After

all, what can they do?

But if I'm convicted of any charge, no

matter how trivial, my fingerprints

automatically go to

the FBI in Washington.

I can see the headlines now.

Fingerprints identify

Governor Grisby as John Williams.

We've been able to keep your secret

pretty well up to now, I think.

I sometimes wonder if it wouldn't have

been better for me to have

given myself up years ago.

Living with a thing

like this for so long, I...

That hadn't been for you,

Blake, I think I would have.

You're taking this far too seriously,

Owen. We haven't done too badly together.

But has it been worth it?

What about Cal-Shakort? For all the money

we're giving him, he

should be able to do something.

The lobbyist can only do so much, no

matter how powerful he is.

My influence stops at the front door of

the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

But I think I've found

a way in just the same.

We'll be able to get your John Williams

fingerprint card from the FBI funds.

Is that possible?

No one knows better than

I how important this is.

I've been working on something for two

months now just in case,

and I think we're ready.

I wouldn't be surprised to see those

prints within 24 hours.

Well, I hope so. This is getting to be

almost too much for me.

Why don't you look at the

bright side of things, Owen?

Senate elections are

coming up within a year.

If you come through this investigation

all right, you should

make great senatorial timber.

You think so?

Why not?

Well, wish me luck.

Yes, yes, I wish us both luck.

No.

It would be a novelty in this great

country of ours, wouldn't it?

A man running for the

United States Senate?

With a murder charge

hanging over his head?

Yes.

Yes, Mr. Blake.

Well, of course I understand.

What?

No. No, no, not yet, but...

But my sister's here with

me now and I'm sure she'll...

Who is that, Paul?

Well, you...

You won't have to do

anything like that, Mr. Blake.

No, you...

You can depend on me.

Yes.

Yes, sir.

What's wrong, Paul?

Who are you talking to?

The guy I know.

Oh, look, Sis, I...

I've got to ask you

to do something for me.

Well, it means an awful lot.

Well, then I can say...

You're in some kind of trouble.

Big trouble.

Well, I'll... I'll do

anything I can, Paul, to help.

I always have.

Oh, I know, Sis.

This isn't very easy.

I hate to have to ask you.

If it weren't so

important, I'd never even...

Well, tell me, what is it?

You've got to get me a fingerprint card

out of the FBI files.

A card? Boy, I know how you feel about the Bureau.

I'm in an awful jam, but... What!

Would you... You almost got energized by the chains so

you can save people?

Oh, wait, I just saw a dollar.

Oh, you see?

I saw yours.

Well, there's some filling for one of

these things in the

painting Questions The

all about it I'm just kidding the street.

Sure if I can help you at all I'd be

very glad to know that

I told you never mind.

Yes. It's all taken care of. You have

nothing to worry about. Just a minute

stop that Georgia. I'm sorry on I just

got word. The sisters picking up the

prince tonight and I hope so the

investigators will be here in less than

two weeks you'll have that card tomorrow

and they can probe as deep as they like

what about the girl she

might talk. Don't worry.

All right boys.

And.

[Sirens]

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The local police were handling Natalie

Craig's death like an

ordinary, hidden run.

But because she was a clerk in the

Identification Division of the FBI,

the Bureau was notified and

we were sent to investigate.

And in luck, found a couple of laden

prints on her handbag,

rushed them right over to identification,

and tell McAllister to give us a report.

Right.

Watch the story.

The guy who wears 11 and a half eddies.

Big fellow.

Must tip the scales way over 200.

You got her address?

Stanley apartment.

Natalie Craig.

Too bad.

She was a pretty good looking dame.

Yeah, and I got a date with a live one

back at the hospital in half an hour.

I'll hit that siren when you're junior.

I should have listened to Mary.

I'm stuck to my criminal law practice.

You should have.

Yeah, only she didn't approve of some of

the characters I came in contact with.

Some of the ones you meet in hours,

that's an improvement.

Those prints on Natalie's handbag were

all we had to work on.

That and a hunch, this

wasn't just a hit and run.

And when we got McAllister's report on

the prints, we were sure of it.

These are the prints we

got off the girl's handbag.

And these belong to a

character named George Denning.

Also known as George Denton.

Also Georgia.

Wait about two forty.

And where's an eleven and a half shoe?

Friend of yours?

Just psychic.

What else have you got on him?

Tried once on suspicion of murder.

Supposed to have carved

up a girl three years ago.

He beat the rap.

Served time on three convictions.

All as a guest to the state of Georgia.

Seems he underwent

psychiatric treatment in prison.

Emotionally unstable, eh?

The worst kind of a killer.

Well, there's nothing

more we can do here.

Let's get over to the

stand of your property.

Looks good.

No, thank you. I've got to go in.

Pardon me, Miss.

You forget I'm a working girl.

But these might be the most important

five minutes of your whole life.

May I ask you to marry me again?

I've already said yes. How many times do

I have to keep telling you?

I'd just like to hear you say it.

(Music)

That's the eye.

Oh?

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Sorry to bother you so late, but there's

some questions we want to ask you.

Well, wait just a second.

(Music)

Who is it?

Oh, from the bureau they say.

Young?

I can see one of the tell.

(Music)

Can I have your

identification cards again, please?

(Music)

Thank you. Will you come in?

Thank you.

I'm Doris Kay.

Mr. Steadman, Mr.

Darnley, this is Susan Max.

How do you do?

When did you girls

last see Natalie Craig?

Well, not since work, but

why do you want to know?

Hello.

This is Shirley

Wayne, our other roommate.

Mr. Steadman, Mr. Darnley.

Shirley, they're here from

the department asking about Nat.

This is Carl Sherkart.

How are you doing?

How are you?

What about Natalie?

Well, it's not very

pleasant. She was killed tonight.

Killed? How?

Another car ran her off the road.

Sorry, Shirley.

Then again, it might

have been deliberate.

But why should anybody

want to kill Natalie?

That's what the FBI

would like to find out.

Where did she spend the evening?

We had dates in town. It was Natalie's

turn to use the car.

What about her friends?

Well, she didn't go out very much. She

kept to herself most of the time.

Her brother Paul was the only person I

ever heard of mention.

She seemed unusually upset this morning.

I saw her at lunch

today. She was with Paul.

They both seemed terribly worried.

Anything else you can tell us?

I know this is none

of my business, but...

won't this hold until tomorrow?

Yeah, well, go on then.

Let's call it a night.

Thanks very much, ladies. Good night.

Thank you. Good night.

Good night.

What do I keep telling

you? I don't know anything.

I don't know who'd

want to kill her or why.

Paul.

We think somebody

deliberately murdered your sister.

Can't you tell us anything?

I've already told you.

Tonight at the morgue's the first time

I've seen her in days.

You had lunch with her today.

I forgot about that.

Why were the two of you so scared?

We weren't.

We had lunch. That's all.

It's all Paul.

Thanks. You can go home now.

Man drive Mr. Craig home, will ya?

Thank you.

The kid's scared.

He knows more than he's

telling, that's for sure.

We'll have him tailed.

Owen, it was all a rain so

she'd have to come through.

The place, the time, the accident.

Everything worked out.

Just one thing. The

prince weren't on her.

Why did you have to kill her?

I couldn't take the chance. She might

have led them straight to us.

But what about her brother?

We thought they'd be

together. Now the FBI's watching him.

I don't think he'll do much talking

though for a while. He's too scared.

I don't know how much

more of this I can stand.

A murder to cover up another. And we

still don't have those fingerprints.

There are some things that can't be done

with a gun or a payoff.

Removing your fingerprints from the FBI

files is one of them.

You reached one girl?

Can't you find another?

It took me two months

to set up the Craig girl.

I can't perform a miracle in two weeks.

You must. Unless you

do, I'm giving myself up.

So was Aloam."

And when I pulled the file drawer open, I

didn't see her behind me.

I guess it took her by surprise.

Well, go ahead, Donald.

You're doing fine.

Well, anyway, she dropped the card, and I

went to help her pick it up.

Not that I did it on purpose or anything.

What about that card she dropped?

Well, like I told Sher--

I mean, Miss Wayne.

She didn't have a charge-out slip on it.

When I started to get the card, I thought

she was gonna faint.

She seemed so nervous.

She almost took my arm off

grabbing it away from me.

But I got a quick look at it.

Is the name on the card George Denning?

Oh, no, sir. It was in the W's.

Williams. John Williams.

And how about running downstairs and

lifting him out of the files for us?

It's gonna take a

long time, Mr. Donnelly.

There's nearly 10,000

John Williams in the file.

No record George Denning, also known as

George Denton, also Georgia, this city.

Carlson, Milwaukee.

Milwaukee,

Philadelphia, Boston, New York.

Same from every office. Nobody home.

You asked me or George a

friend to still hold up in town.

Let's throw him a coming-out party. [music]

Look, Mommy, it looks just like Daddy.

Come on.

Well, he does, doesn't he?

And in cooperation with

the FBI and local police,

we are televising the official

photographs of this man

taken from the files of the FBI.

If you have ever seen

this man or know where he is,

contact your local FBI

or police immediately.

Hello.

This is Alex Nicholson, and I'm a bellhop

at the Howard Hotel.

This George Denning you're looking for,

well, there's a guy living here at the

hotel who could be his brother.

Only his name isn't

Denning. It's Douglas.

Yeah, well, there was a card party up in

his room the other night,

and I took up some drinks, and they had a

young kid in the game they called Craig.

Yeah, that's it, Paul Craig.

Of course, I don't know, but I kind of

thought maybe it might

have something to do with that

Natalie Craig girl that got killed.

Is he still there?

Yeah, room 202.

We'll be right over.

Cope Baker, destination, Howard Hotel.

[music]

Denning lived here all right. We've got

an ambulance on its way.

Too bad he can't enjoy the ride.

Check room 202 and

pick up anything you can.

Let's get over to Craig's apartment.

If the fat boy's out for

anyone who can identify him,

the kid's probably next on the list.

Denning just packed away the night to

look at the hotel where he lives.

We figured he was out gunning for Craig.

I just got him wrapped up for the night

about 20 minutes ago.

Probably up there

brushing his teeth right now.

Well, we'll just make sure

he cleans them pretty good.

Stick around, will you?

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Hey Craig.

Call an ambulance.

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The brother of FBI girl clings to life.

Paul Craig lingers near death after

knifing by a known assailant.

You stupid pig.

Why didn't you make sure he was dead?

I don't understand it, Mr. Blake.

I gave him the same treatment. I gave

that bellhop at the hotel.

I don't understand it.

You will if he lives to talk.

Then I guess I maybe

should do something about that.

The police have their fingers

around your throat so tight,

it's a wonder you

don't strangle to death.

Waldo.

Mr. Blake.

You know I'm a cautious soul.

Why all of Georgia didn't sleep for a

whole year just looking for me,

and they had bloodhounds.

Give the stronger smell about you today.

Now go ahead.

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Yes, Father.

Paul Craig's room number please.

I'm sorry, but he's allowed no visitors.

Yes, I know, but I was sent for.

Room 914.

Thank you.

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Good day to you, Reverend.

Shame about that poor lad.

It is rumored he won't

last to see the night.

But with you now about

to be praying over him,

maybe there'll be a miracle.

It's what I'll be praying for.

[music]

Oh, I'm sorry, Father.

[music]

Call the prior department.

We want them off that ledger line.

[music]

I'm sorry, Father.

Nothing for a man out there.

Don't be stupid, Dilling.

You can't go anywhere.

You want me alive?

Come and get me.

Yeah, we want you alive.

What am I worth to you?

No deals.

You make me laugh.

May I speak for you?

Now you can try, Father.

I don't think it'll help.

This man, he's a priest.

No, Father, he's not a real priest.

He's not even human.

Whatever you've done,

this is not the way.

You can never justify

taking your own life.

Keep talking if it makes you happy.

Go on, talk.

No matter what you've

done, don't add to it

with the worst of all crimes.

It's not too late.

You can remake your life

and atone for what's past.

If we try honestly to make

amends, he can still forgive.

Heaven talk will get you nothing.

Besides, this ain't Sunday.

Won't you give me a hand?

Let me help you.

[screaming]

Another death.

Yes.

Fortunately for us,

he didn't live to talk.

You know, you could

always depend on Georgia.

He died for a noble cause.

Four deaths.

And we're no better off

than before we started.

Oh, I wouldn't say that, Owen.

My fingerprints are still in the FBI

files in Washington,

further out of our reach than ever.

And instead of being

wanted on one murder charge,

I'm now implicated in three others.

They haven't got a thing on us.

The only possible witnesses are dead.

That isn't the point.

If I had known that it

would have meant violence,

I never would have consented.

But, Owen,

it's your life we're

trying to save, not mine.

I can always resign.

Do you think that would

influence the crime committee,

but only confirm their suspicions?

Well, I can get out of the country.

How far do you think you'd get?

Your face is too well known.

I haven't been a bad governor.

In 20 years, I've

honestly tried to do my best.

But there's no other course open now.

I've got to get myself up.

At least then I will

be off my conscience.

You know you'd be destroying

a lot more than your own life.

That's unfortunate, but it can be helped.

I think it can.

What are you doing?

I need a set of your prints.

We're going to kill

John Williams, legally.

Legally?

Yes.

Let me write hand on.

A drunk with no name was

found dead in the gutter today.

We're going to

substitute your prints for his.

Send them to

Washington for identification.

The FBI will identify

them as John Williams prints.

John Williams will be legally dead.

The prints will be removed from the file.

The file will be closed.

[music playing]

I'm sure this is the same

card that Miss Craig had.

Thanks, Donna.

You can go now.

Yes, sir.

[music playing]

Doesn't add up, Don.

The fingerprints match, but the

descriptions don't fit.

These belong to some bindle stiff they

found dead in a railroad

yard up in Capital City.

Well, dead or alive, this Williams, as we

know him, must be a prominent man.

A man with plenty of money

and contacts in Washington.

A man almost clever enough to crawl into our files and--

Yes, it's clear. Kill our girl and knock off the only

other two witnesses who

could put their finger on them.

Well, if that's the kind of a

character we're dealing with,

watch to prevent him from planting his

prints on some poor stiff and have us

close the case form.

See, this guy seems

to be very much alive.

And there's just one place to find out.

Capital City.

[music playing]

We didn't take much with us to Capital City except Hunches.

A hunch this Capital City trunk wasn't

John Williams at all.

A hunch that John

Williams was still alive,

and that he was involved in the murders

of Natalie and Paul Craig.

Our first stop was a broken down rooming

house across the tracks.

Listed by the police is

Williams' last address.

[doorbell ringing]

Are you looking for me?

If you're the landlady.

I am, but-- The room's six hours a

week and there's no cooking.

You get clean sheets every Saturday, and

the bathroom's down the hall.

What about your last client?

Oh, another thing, no drinking.

Been all morning scrubbing this place to

get the smell of the stuff out of here.

Don't want no pigs living here.

But you don't look like that type.

Oh, thanks.

The man who had this room, you know anything about him?

What'd you say? I said the man who lived

here. When did you last see him?

If you want that room for

you, I'll let you do cooking.

[door opens]

Would I be hanging a foreign sign out

front if his things were still here?

He took the place yesterday morning. I

haven't seen him since.

What happened to his things?

Some jerk come along this morning and said he was a man. Some jerk come along this morning and

said he was his brother.

He cleaned all the stuff out.

You know what I think?

He's probably dropped

dead somewhere. Dead drunk.

Well, the one that came in here this

morning, did you get his name?

I didn't hear him too good.

The only names I remember

is the ones on the money.

Let's go, Donnelly. We're

wasting the lady's time.

Did you want the room?

Well, if we change

our mind, we'll be back.

[footsteps]

[dramatic music]

John Williams, yeah.

Wanted for murder, huh?

Well, you'd never

think it to look at him.

Of course, you're laying

that icebox for 24 hours.

They all come out

peaceful and innocent looking.

Williams, here he is.

Brought in day before yesterday.

Found him down by the

railroad tracks dead drunk.

It's all here in the

book, just like I said.

Let's have a look at him.

His brother came in to claim

him, kind of a quiet, ugly guy.

Never even bothered looking at him.

Just had me ship him over to

Chauncey Brothers Mortuary.

[dramatic music]

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I'm Mr. Chauncey. What can I do for you?

We're checking on a man

by the name of Williams.

William? Well, of course, John Williams.

Mind if we take a look at him?

Oh, excuse me. I'll be

back in just a moment.

[dramatic music]

Here he is. His brother

arranged for everything.

[dramatic music]

Now we had to check

with our field office,

so I took the plane

back to Washington alone.

It was quite a trick they tried to pull,

palming off the identity

and fingerprints of a man

wanted for murder on a dead man,

then cremating the body

before we could check.

It might have worked, too,

except for the coincidence

of one clerk spotting

one card out of millions.

Anyway, we were

convinced John Williams was alive

somewhere in Capital City.

This is a day for coincidences,

even though I didn't

realize it at the time.

Anyone using this seat?

No. Sit down.

Thank you.

Well, the lady up there

is traveling with a baby.

Not that I don't like children.

Yes, I know what you mean.

Miss Paper sir?

Yes, thank you very much.

Thank you, sir.

No, thank you.

What a thing they sent an investigation.

Good for the country, don't you think?

Yes, I do.

I heard Governor Grisby discussing it on

television the other night.

Sure.

Did you happen to hear it?

No, I'm sorry. I live in Washington.

Oh.

Work for the government?

Yes, just another bureaucrat.

I'm from Capital City, but my work takes

me to Washington occasionally.

No.

What's your line?

Oh, public relations.

What do they think of Grisby down in Washington?

Well, I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. What do they think of

Grisby down in Washington?

What do you mean?

Well, we think he's senatorial material.

As a matter of fact, there are several

groups in Capital City who

are thinking of backing him.

What about this investigation?

Oh.

You take the finest house.

If you look hard enough, you find a

little dirge under the rug.

Yes.

But as far as Grisby's concerned, why?

Nice fellow, I

thought, as I listened to him.

We even made plans to get together for a

drink sometime at the Mayflower.

If I'd only known.

We were going to get together all right,

but not for a drink.

The lining of the suspenders.

And the lining of the coat matches the

lining of the pockets.

Put your shoe on.

And the lining of the hat matches the

lining of the shoes.

And the handkerchief matches the shirt.

Put your shoe on.

Now the cuff legs match the ring, and the

lining of the sleeve

matches the lining of the shirt.

And now, ladies and gentlemen...

Did you go all the time

to the FBI, Mr. Steadman?

Are you sure you don't know what time

Sheryl will be home?

Does it really matter that much?

I don't even know why I talk to you.

What are you talking about now?

I mean, all of a sudden

you've got such a big head.

Backstage, I was asking you a very

important question, and

you walked right past me.

I didn't say hello to you backstage.

That's right.

Tom, I can give you the whole excuse.

What is it?

You know the reason?

Since our flight from Buffalo, Tom, my

ears have been plugged up.

I've had these

periodic spells of deafness.

I can't hear a thing.

Pete, why didn't you tell me?

The same thing happens to me.

You're Joshin.

Every time I get in an

airplane, my ears plug up.

I can't hear a thing.

But what do you do about it, Tom?

Well, I'll tell you, Pete,

in a trip from Cincinnati,

I picked up these medically treated

pieces of cotton, see?

Yeah.

Now, you take these pieces of

cotton, put them in your ears,

you can hear anything anybody says.

Huh?

I say with the cotton in your ears, you

can hear anything anybody says.

Could you speak up a bit, Tom, of the

airplane ride from Buffalo?

I say with the cotton

in your ears, you can...

Just a second, I'll show you.

I say with the cotton in your ears, you can hear anything anybody says.

Hey, these are

wonderful. Where'd you get them?

Huh?

I said, where did you get the cotton?

Your lips are moving, are you talking?

Certainly I'm talking.

Huh?

I said, where did you get

the cotton? They're great.

Got them in Cincinnati.

Huh?

I picked them up in Cincinnati.

Oh, is that Tom?

I bought them in Cincinnati.

I'll give them back to you.

I bought them in Cincinnati.

No kidding. How much did they cost?

Huh?

I said, how much were the earplugs?

You're not coming in at all, you know.

I said, I said...

You're raising an octave higher, please.

How much have they cost?

Huh?

You've got them now, Tom.

Oh, $10 a pair.

What was that?

I'll fix this. $10 a pair.

Are they coming colors?

Any color you like.

Peppermint coating?

You like to dance?

I'd love to dance.

Tickets, please.

Oh, yes, it is.

Sorry, I'm glad to see you.

I want to talk to you, Shirley.

Alone.

Look at you, Tom.

It's important, official.

A derelict.

We can take a hint.

Well, excuse us a

minute, will you, girls?

It's hard to believe that you and I...

Very funny guys.

Yeah, very funny.

Go.

I thought the B in FBI stood for bravery.

Well, it did, until your roommates tried

to make a test case out of it.

I have a date this evening. I'm being

picked up in about an hour.

Do you mind if I change?

No, not at all. Go right ahead.

Thank you.

What is it you wanted to see me about?

Well, you're not going to like it.

How do you know, until you ask me?

Shirley, we've hit an

impasse on the Craig case.

The car that Natalie pulled on John

Williams turned up again.

This time as an inquiry from the Capitol

City police, asking us

to identify a dead man.

Now, the thing that threw us was that the

prints matched those of the

Williams that we have on fire.

We followed the lead back to Capitol

City, and all we got for our troubles was

a handful of ashes

and a couple of angles.

A hunch that John Williams is still

alive, and that the one who may know his

real identity is Carl Sherkirk.

Carl, do you mean to tell me that he had

something to do with Natalie's death?

Well, now, we don't know that yet.

But we do know that John Williams,

whoever he is, is a

big man in Capitol City.

And Carl is the number one lobbyist for

all the big interest in Capitol City.

He's been trying for weeks to kill a

Senate crime committee hearing on the

political machine that runs that state.

You never convinced me that Carl had

anything to do with murder.

Shirley, this is important.

He may know who Williams is.

Well, why don't you ask him?

What, and bro the case if he's involved?

I was hoping you'd be our inside angle.

Let me get this straight.

Are you trying to tell me that you're

going to use me to get

information out of Carl?

Well, I told you you wouldn't like it.

Good night, Mr.

Steadman. Here's your hat.

And you might look up the meaning of

another word in your FBI motto, fidelity.

What's the matter, darling?

Carl, those people you lobby for, you

never talk about them.

Who are they?

Business people.

Politicians with their

hands out looking for favors.

But what are they like?

I don't know.

Never stop to figure it out. With me,

it's strictly a job.

You know, it's cold reality that operates my world, Shirley.

Money.

Made up my mind of that a long time ago.

I made up my mind when I saw my father

die from a stroke in the middle of his

speech on the Senate floor.

He spent his whole

life fighting for causes.

He died broke.

But not me.

Not when I can use the contacts I have

and make more money in a year than he made in his whole lifetime.

Why all the sudden questions?

Carl, I've been hearing

rumors inside the Bureau.

Never take a rumor in

Washington seriously.

If they ever stopped, nobody would have

anything to talk about.

But this is different.

It's about you and the

people you lobby for.

The people I lobby

for is my own business.

I'm registered with the government. Why should I bother the FBI?

Well, it does.

The Bureau thinks somebody

in your group killed Natalie.

When she failed to turn over a

fingerprint file, a

man wanted for murder.

The same file turned up later was

identified as belonging to a dead man.

Well, the FBI thinks that man's alive.

And through your

connections, you might know who he is.

That's right. That's ridiculous.

My job's politics, not murder.

That's why I'm telling you, Carl.

Those fingerprints.

What did you say the name of the man was?

I didn't.

But it's John Williams.

John Williams.

Never heard of him.

He's a good man.

It must be important you're calling me up

here this hour of the night.

What's the big mystery you couldn't talk

about over the phone?

John Williams.

Who's he?

I thought you might be

able to tell me, Blake.

Since we're all brothers under the skin.

He's one of us.

Did you pull me out of bed and drag me

clear across the Potomac

just to play a name quiz?

The FBI wants him for murder.

Does that mean anything to you?

It might impress me.

What else do you know about him?

That he's supposed to be dead.

Then what's the problem?

The FBI doesn't think he is.

Who is he, Blake?

Where'd you dig all this up?

Straight from the FBI.

The girl I'm engaged to

happens to work for the Bureau.

Really?

How convenient.

What division?

Fingerprint identification.

Carl.

For a young fellow,

you've come a long way.

You managed to get all

the good things out of life.

Lucky girl.

I only hope she can enjoy them.

What are you driving at?

We have a slight problem on our hands.

There's a rope around our necks, big

enough to fit all of us.

But I think now it can be removed without

too much difficulty.

This girl you're engaged to...

...should be a simple matter for her to

extract a certain set of

prints from those files.

Like Natalie Craig?

You picked the wrong

girl this time, Blake.

No.

No, I haven't.

Well...

...here's to your future happiness.

[music]

Anything else?

That's all, thanks.

Surely...

...something's happened.

It's about what you told me last night.

Today it has a different meaning.

Yes, Carl.

I want you to listen

to me very carefully...

...and try hard to understand.

Suppose...

...suppose Williams was

a really important man...

...who got off to the wrong start.

And no matter how hard he

tried, couldn't make up for it.

And now his past is

about ready to explode.

And unless something is done about it...

...several innocent

lives may be destroyed.

Don't you say it, Carl.

You want me to get John Williams'

fingerprints out of the files.

That's what you're

trying to say, isn't it?

Last night she said you

had nothing to do with him.

You didn't even know him.

Now today you're asking me to...

...betray a trust for him, Berger.

It's not for him, Shirley.

It's for us.

For everything I've battled for.

For all the things I want for you.

And you want me to help, by?

I can't explain it, Shirley, but...

...but do it.

Do it for me.

I'll be late for work, Carl.

Can we leave?

That's sure.

I asked him in to say good night...

...and all of a sudden I got a struggle on my hands.

I'm not going to be here. I'm not going to be here. All he wanted to do was to show me how

they take fingerprints.

He said so I gave him my fingers, all

five of them right in his face.

So what did he do?

He almost broke my arm, the idiot.

Good morning.

I have a chair.

I'm sorry about what I said last night.

I was the one that should have understood the meaning of fidelity.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I understood the meaning of fidelity.

You told Shercourt.

Yes.

I knew you would.

You knew?

Sure.

That's exactly what he wanted you to do.

But I...

Now what about Carl?

Well today, for the first

time since I've known him...

...he was waiting outside my

apartment to drive me to work.

I knew why he was there and I...

...suddenly got all twisted up inside.

He wants you to pull the

fingerprint card on John Williams.

What are his reasons?

His career.

Everything he's worked for.

Our life together.

Well, pretty convincing reasons.

And what do you think of them, Shirley?

I'm all mixed up.

I love him but if he's tied

in with the wrong things...

...I've got to know.

You said Carl was your last angle.

Uh-huh.

You might get hurt.

Yes, I know.

What can I say, Shirley?

There's nothing to say.

I did what you wanted.

But what about us?

Oh, Carl.

I was the one who always

thought money could buy anything.

Causes, people, anything.

You know, it's ironic.

One time I couldn't buy my way out...

...I had to come to you.

You'll never know how sorry I am.

I said I'd bring the

prints to your place.

Thought I'd save you a trip.

Followed her here.

Just for insurance.

Is this a good enough premium?

Why, that depends.

I still have a good idea. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it. It depends.

Now stay away from us, Blake.

And that depends.

I think I'd better go now.

We've both got a lot to think about. You convinced those

are not my prints, Blake?

I'm convinced.

You think Carl helped her?

No, I don't think so.

He's much too involved.

What about the FBI?

If they knew who John Williams was, you

wouldn't be here, Owen.

And just to protect your luck...

...there's a quiet

little church down the road.

Drop in and make an offering.

A large one.

And a prayer might help.

But will the FBI hear it?

I'm sure they will.

All set.

We had a camera crew staked out across

from Shercourt's apartment.

We knew that once you

gave them the prints,

he delivered them personally or turned

them over to a contact.

He never left his place, but he certainly

had lots of callers.

But you were in the

apartment we saw this man enter.

He sat next to me on the

plane from Capital City.

He claimed to be a public relations man.

Do you know who he is, Shirley?

I was in the balcony.

I heard voices, but I

couldn't hear what they were saying.

Well, we had him follow to the airport

where he took a plane to Capital City.

We're still waiting for a report.

About a half an hour after

you left, this kid showed up.

And he stayed a few minutes.

Turned out to be Sonny Pardo. He worked

for the biggest bookie in town.

Yeah. Shercourt must have had a bad day.

Who's she?

She's a stenographer. A

very efficient one, too.

Takes about 120 words a minute shorthand

and rattles off around 90 a

minute on the fight-rider.

Like a cinder report?

Now, this intriguing character turned out

to be handsome Harry, an ex-wrestler.

He now makes his

massages instead of faces.

While Shercourt was having a

rub down on Stephen Murrow,

the real estate king from

Capital City, paid him a visit.

Give it, Rand.

Donley.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, okay, thanks.

It was Palmer from Capital City.

He tailed Shercourt's

friend to the Mannering Hotel.

That's where he lost him.

Just his luck, the hotel was overcrowded

with three conventions.

He said the place was a madhouse.

Right back where we started.

I'm sorry I couldn't be more helpful.

Well, that's all right,

Sherry, and keep us out of this.

I will.

I think the pressure's

beginning to show on our girl.

Well, she's in a pretty rough spot,

doing a man's job for us and carrying a

torch for Shercourt.

[music]

Miss Wayne?

Yes? What do you want?

I'm a close friend of Carl Shercourt.

I'd like to talk to you. In private.

[music]

Why did you switch those prints?

Miss Wayne, about those fingerprints.

I couldn't go through it.

I thought any set would

get by, so I used my own.

I'm only going to say this once, Miss

Wayne, so I want you to remember it.

I want the real

fingerprint file on John Williams.

Hello, Benson.

Glen Steadman.

Say, how long will it take you to forge a

set of prints for me?

I want of our file cards.

Good. I'll send the card right over.

Oh, and age it down a bit, will you?

This little dream operates on the same

principle as a walkie-talkie.

Build-in batteries,

extra sensitive microphone,

the switch when you

want to go on the air.

Turn down a minute, will you, Glen?

[music]

The range is a little

bit less than a mile,

but all our cards are tuned

the same way, same as this.

You try it.

What do I say?

Just don't run out of words

when the right time comes.

See if you can turn it off okay.

Shouldn't have any trouble.

Can't tell it from the original. We gave

it the complete treatment.

Dust and all.

Fine job, Gibson.

Then what?

Time to have Carl pick me up.

Time to give them to him.

It's not too late to back out.

I've still got things to find out.

You make your call to Sir Court.

[music]

[music]

Relax, you're on air.

Cheers, Miss Wade. Relax.

Like.

Just watch the road. We

don't want any accidents.

Keep going straight ahead.

I'll take that

fingerprint card now, Miss Wayne.

Let's have the prints.

Thanks.

Donnelly, keep it clear channel.

Wayne with Chair Court.

License number D9669.

Headed over the 14th Street Bridge.

Speed 35 miles an hour.

What operation wanted to affect his plan?

We're coming under the bridge now.

It could be any place from here.

Don't get lost.

Harris, you and

Lockwood reach this point.

You'll have to hit 55 and 60 all the way.

Right.

You and Barnes get to this

spot and stake yourselves out

until you pick up further work from

Donnelly and Steadman.

All police have been

alerted. You won't be stopped.

[music]

[music]

We can't ask you too much

to tell us where we're going.

Not at all.

I'm having a little

celebration at my house tonight.

I need to with the guests of honor.

How nice.

Then we'll get to meet Mr. Williams.

He's a surprise party, Miss Wayne.

You wouldn't want me to

spoil all the fun, would you?

We hit open country.

We'll have to drop back

into the loose contact.

We'll get the flash to Whitey.

Donnelly again.

We're on the Virginia side, heading

towards the Lincoln Highway.

Over.

Stay with him.

Operation One underway.

Slow down for a minute.

[music]

Now, keep driving at the same speed.

Do you always have your

car following, Mr. Blake?

Your eyes are as good as

your memory, Miss Wayne.

[music]

Company, the wrong kind.

Never figured you to

pull a double cross, Blake.

I said it all depends.

They're fading fast.

I don't like it, Glenn.

If you pace them, you'll see us.

And if they pull back, we'll lose them.

We'll have to sweat it out.

What about the girl?

What about her?

Well, go ahead and say it.

There are times to forget the case and

think of the people involved.

It's nice work if you can do it.

Once you start to compromise

with your personal feelings,

that's the time to quit this job.

Donnelly to all cars.

All cars.

Target has picked up a seeing eye.

We have to pull back.

Request operation two at once.

You get me, Whitey?

Over and out.

All cars.

Verify positions.

Barnes at point A, proceeding as planned.

Lockwood, cruising assigned route.

On schedule.

Hold positions.

Keep channel open for operation two.

Over and out.

Yes, sir.

Scott, Washington Airport.

[music playing]

Turn left next road marker, Sherco.

Doesn't that take us along the river?

Scott, operation two from helicopter.

Picked up range on target

two, moving in to follow.

It turned off Lincoln Highway,

destination someplace along the river.

All cars covered.

Guard out.

Is a narrow dirt road half a mile just

beyond that clump of trees?

Turn into it.

Scott, over target now.

Leave highway and hit river.

Oh, about three miles up

and follow my tail light.

I'll be hanging right over them.

Guard out.

[music playing]

Stop to all cars.

You see me, over?

Lockwood, check.

We're right with you.

Barnes, check.

Position minus two miles.

Donnelly, check.

[gunfire]

Hello, Kyle.

Governor Crisby.

I'm sorry you had to

be dragged into this.

It was the only way.

Here's your miracle, Governor.

It'll take more than a miracle to get you

out of this, Governor.

[gunfire]

I've waited a long time.

Carl, there'll always be

a place for you with us.

I have two more years in office.

Next, it might even be the White House.

You having a chance.

I was men like Blake

and your organization.

You've just burned up your past,

but you're not blowing up my future in--

Sure, Coach, not setting the fuse.

Turn this my way.

Scott, roll a card.

Park it in my lap.

Right on river.

Check me if you're in range.

We're in range.

Keep your tail light burning.

We're homing on it.

Donnelly, and out.

Barnes to Scott.

Give us 10 minutes.

We'll be under your landing gear.

Barnes out.

Lockwood, your light's in our window.

Harrison Lockwood to all cars.

We're out of the running.

Blue attire.

Over and out.

Governor Grisby, did

you ever stop to think

there might be copies of

your fingerprint record?

Or that I may have had them photographed?

Where are they?

I mailed copies to my roommates.

With a note saying if I

wasn't back within 24 hours,

they would notify the ambulance. I'm not going to be able to get back to the ambulance. I don't think you did, Miss Wayne.

I don't think you had time to mail

anything to anybody.

She did have

duplicates made there in here.

So they've heard everything we've said.

That's very interesting.

I hope they're still listening.

I'm walking out of here, and Miss Wayne goes with me. Whether she lives or not is up to you.

Not much time.

Here, go ahead, Blake.

I'm tired.

I'm tired of running.

False targets.

You have the broadcasting. I'll hang it up over the area. Check me when you enter. Scott out. [music playing]

[gunshots] [music playing]

[gunshots]

[music playing]

[gunshots]

[gunshots] Get her up, Fred.

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[gunshots] [gunshots] (gun fires)

(dramatic music)

- Almost made the honor plaque tonight.

- You still have to make it the hard way.

- Yeah, looks like it.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)