All language subtitles for Unmasked 1950

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Periscope sees what others miss.

I'll make that all of this.

Periscope sees what all of this miss.

Because it appears in

the darkened corners.

Experience is the word people use to

cover their mistakes.

But the periscope won't

let it be their alibi.

I guess that's it.

It's your Britain today, Roger.

Thank you dear.

I'll get it.

Hello?

Hello dear.

Just a minute.

When you typed up that column, send it

over the printer, wouldn't it?

Yes Roger.

Hello.

Yes, yes and no.

Well I...

I've been meaning to call you.

You're always meaning too lately.

But I know how it is.

I mustn't be jealous of a newspaper.

That's right.

You're so understanding.

It's one of the secrets of your charm.

Anything particular on your mind?

Well yes darling.

About those notes.

[Door opens]

Of course darling we're

married at the moment.

In the meantime I...

Alright Doris.

I'll see you when I can.

How about this afternoon?

I might buy you a drink.

I'll take you up on that.

See you in about an hour.

The ladies shouldn't listen.

I couldn't help it Roger.

What's all this about signing new notes?

It's better to sign them than pay them.

Remember that's the fifty thousand that

keeps the Paris Club going.

Oh I know.

But she's still talking

about getting married.

Don't be difficult dear.

Anyway that old fool she's married to

won't give her a divorce.

I'll be back in time to check the proofs.

[Knocking]

Oh it's you.

Yes it's me.

What do you want? I have an appointment.

A business appointment.

Business?

Didn't that get up?

Two o'clock in the afternoon?

Now you listen to me Harry Jackson.

Doris why do you have to be such a fool?

Don't you know that everybody's talking

about the way Lewis is taking you while

he plays around with other women?

You're just making that up

but it won't do you any good.

I'm still going to marry Roger Lewis if I

can ever get this endless

divorce routine settled with you.

You'll never get a divorce from me while

he's in the picture.

You agreed to a divorce.

I agreed when I realized what a handicap

an actress would have tied to a has-been

theatrical producer.

Even though he did give her a start.

Not to speak of a fortune.

Your dialog still dated. That was the

trouble with your shows.

According to Mr. Lewis.

The periscope sees what all others miss.

Editor and publisher Roger Lewis. All the

news that's unfit to print.

Dished out by a

blackmailing unprincipled leech.

They say envy is the tribute

that failure pays to success.

Success?

He's been kicked off of a

dozen papers and syndicates.

He wouldn't even be publishing that rag.

If he hadn't got the

money from you. My money.

You were supporting your wife.

I invested that money with Roger and

what's wrong with that?

Doris, why can't you have a little sense?

Think of your reputation.

I'll take care of my reputation.

I suppose it's silly of me but I'd still

like you to be happy.

Then why don't you leave me alone?

I will.

I'm going back upstate to the town I came

from. To my daughter.

The country's school teacher.

She's just about your speed.

Well, at least she wouldn't wear the

jewels her husband gave her

to impress other men with.

You won't impress

Lewis with that anymore.

Harry, don't you dare. You can't take my

jewels. I won't let you.

You'll get them back when

you come to your senses.

I'll call the police.

Go ahead. Call.

I'll get even with you

for the Harry Jackson.

Well, great impresario.

What'd she do, throw you out again?

Why don't you mind

your own business, Lewis?

Other people's business is my business.

Yes, I know that.

Getting second-story work to

your other accomplishments?

I took them so she

wouldn't give them to you.

How was it because you

needed the money yourself?

Listen, Lewis, you know what I think of you, and I don't want any more trouble from you. I'm not going to be a good man. Listen, Lewis, you

know what I think of you,

and I don't want any

more trouble from you.

Get out of my way.

Very well. I just wanted to

be sure that he was on his way.

I've got to speak to

Mr. Harrison right away.

No, one of the other attorneys won't do.

Mr. Harrison knows all about my affairs.

Well, reach him in the conference room.

It's very important I

know he'll talk to me.

All right, call me

right back. I'll be waiting.

Yes, Mr. Lewis, what can I do for you?

I had an appointment with Miss King,

but I'm afraid

something's happened to her.

What did you think of that?

She didn't answer when

I knocked on the door.

I'm sure she's in.

You're sure?

When I saw her husband

leaving the apartment,

he admitted they quarreled.

Well, we don't like to

have our tenants disturbed,

but maybe we should take a look.

I'll get my key.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Miss King.

Doris.

Doris.

I'm sorry, Mr. Lewis.

He threatened to kill her.

No, he has.

We mustn't touch anything.

Not until the police get here.

Give me the police department.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Lieutenant Webster.

My name is Saunders.

I managed the apartment

house, and this is Mr. Lewis.

Well, Roger Lewis himself.

This is terrible, Webster.

Harry Jackson's been

threatening to kill Doris,

and he finally has.

She was Jackson's wife, wouldn't she?

That's right.

She was going to be divorced a week ago.

What makes you so sure

Jackson did this job?

I saw him leave the apartment.

We had an argument.

About Doris?

About her jewels.

He had them crammed in his pocket.

Have you any idea how

much the jewelry's worth?

He took all she had,

about 100,000 at least.

Mm-hmm.

People are killed
every day for less than that.

Who actually discovered the body?

You, Mr. Lewis?

No, we both discovered it.

That's right.

After I left Jackson, I

came to the apartment here

and knocked on the door.

Doris didn't answer,

and the door was locked,

so I went down to get some.

And I
used my pass key.

I was in the car, and I was in the car. I was in the car. I was in the car. I was in the car. I was in the car. I was in the car. I was in the car. I was in the car. And I used my pass key.

It all seems to check, OK?

As to the manner of death, she was

obviously strangled.

Poor Doris.

This has all been rather a strain on me.

If you haven't any more questions, why--

Here you go, Lewis.

You too, Saunders.

But you're both material witnesses,

and we'll be keeping in touch with you,

so don't leave town.

I won't.

Till Jackson is caught

and gets what he deserves.

I'm beginning to think

he doesn't like Jackson.

Find out where Jackson

lives and stake the place out.

Dig up everything you can on him.

Bring the information to me

or District Attorney Richards.

Yes, sir.

And tell the doc and

identification boys to come up.

And you might as well

let the reporters come too.

Hey, murder expert, Doris King murdered.

Police seek Harry Jackson.

Thank you, sir.

Ex-tray murder.

Harry Jackson sought the murder.

Doris King is murdered for duos.

Ex-tray, get your paper.

Ex-tray.

Murder expert, get your x-ray.

Showgirl murdered by

snake producer x-ray.

Caught up with Jackson yet?

He hasn't shown his apartment.

None of his friends have seen him.

He's following the coup ball, right?

And I know where he's headed.

Where?

Maybe you're smart enough to figure out

for this report I just got.

Oh, from the detective I

had backtracking Jackson.

Harry Jackson, born in

San Bern Falls, New York.

Married 1923.

One daughter, Linda.

Wife died 1935.

Produced two hit shows.

Doris King featured.

Married King, 1940.

We know the rest.

What about the daughter?

She's teaching the high school there.

Maybe I ought to go up

and have a talk with her.

That's right.

But don't be tough with her.

Be nice.

How to kid her along.

She may be the key to this whole case.

I don't know if she is.

We'll see what the key will unlock.

(KNOCKING)

Come in.

Oh, good morning, Linda. Good morning, Mr. Lowell.

Sit here, my dear.

Thank you.

I know you get here early,

so I hurried over to see you.

I understand, Dinton.

Oh, you read about my father.

Yes, and you have my sympathy.

Oh, Dad didn't kill anybody.

He couldn't.

He's impulsive. He's a little bit of a jerk. 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'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I couldn't.

He's impulsive and irresponsible like

most artistic people,

but he couldn't do a thing like that.

I'm glad to hear you say that, Linda.

Your father will need

people who have faith in him.

Dr. Lowell, I must get leave

to go to New York and help him.

Why, of course, my dear.

Go right along.

Take all the time you want,

and don't hesitate to ask me if there's

anything I can do to help.

Oh, thank you so much, Dr. Lowell.

Love at all, my dear.

Good morning, Miss Jackson.

Good morning.

Nice little town, Sandbrun Falls.

Yes, but I haven't time to

discuss it at the moment.

I'm afraid you'll have to take time.

What do you mean?

Do you mind if I get in and

have a little talk with you?

I most certainly do mind.

If you don't get out of this

car, I'll call a policeman.

You have one.

I'm Lieutenant Webster.

You certainly don't act like a policeman.

How is a policeman supposed to act?

You must be up
here about my father.

Do you think I'm not a policeman? I don't think so. You must be up here about my father.

Do you think I'm hiding him? I'm not.

I know you're not.

I've been following you around a while.

And they haven't found Dad yet?

Not at the last report.

Things would go better for

him if he gave himself up.

I realize that.

Dad was always

temperamental and unpredictable.

But he wouldn't kill

anybody, not even Doris King.

You don't sound as if you liked her.

I hated her.

My father took her out of

the chorus, gave her parts,

filled her up.

He introduced her to

his friends, married her,

gave her everything.

Then when he had

reverses, he threw him over

for that horrible Lewis creature.

That's pretty strong language.

He rates it.

That may be true.

But he's not wanted for

murder, and your father is.

Yes, I know.

I've just got to find

Dad and help Clearin.

Well, maybe we might

sort of hunt together.

I think I could bring him

out of hiding with your help.

How do I know I could trust you?

You play along with me,

and I'll see that your father

gets a square deal.

All right, Lieutenant.

I think you'll give him a fair deal.

We'd better be getting on to New York.

This is the most heinous crime in the

history of this state.

Death in the electric chair is too good

for a homicidal maniac

like Harry Jackson.

It is to be hoped that the police will

not show the lethargy

they've shown in other

cases where Lieutenant Webster

is in charge.

Get that in the column

for the late edition,

will you, Mona?

Yes, Roger.

Hello, Biggie.

Why didn't you come on in?

I heard the brain dictate him.

I know how it is with us big operators.

You mean you thought you

might overhear something

you could use.

Go on in.

He's been waiting for you.

How come?

How come what?

You get a front seat at a

bump off, and every rag in town

scoops you.

There are such things

as sentiment and ethics.

Salmon costo.

What's ethics?

Something you're not bothered with.

So I got one worry less.

You know Jackson pretty well, don't you?

Uh, never met him.

What?

He told me you were

chummy with him at the track,

but you laid his bet.

It ain't healthy to know

guys the cops are coming for.

Well, I'm not the cops.

I want you to find him before they do.

You know your way around

in spots they can't get to.

Tap the grapevine.

Try anything you want, but find Jackson.

Biggie can if anybody can.

What do you want with him?

I want the real scoop I'll

have when I tip off the police

where he is.

I want to be personally

responsible for sending him

to the chair.

You kind of hate in bunches, don't you?

What makes you so sure Jackson will burn?

Go on to the papers.

It's his word against yours.

It's a matter of the jewels.

100,000 in motives for murder.

They'll still have him.

They're too hot to dispose of.

Try and locate where he has them hidden.

When you call me, I'll have the police

there in 10 minutes.

Okay.

Only there's a little matter of lettuce.

I'll, um, I'll pay you 200.

Oh, no.

Not on the cops.

You owe me five C's already.

Boy, I'm broke.

I'm in such condition I

could go into bankruptcy

and wipe out all my debts.

You could.

Mine too.

That's right.

What would you rather do?

Lose 500 or have me owe you seven?

Make it seven fifty and I'll play.

All right.

You find Jackson?

I'll owe you seven fifty.

It's a deal.

How do you do, sir?

I can do something for you.

I'd like to borrow some money on this.

How much?

All I can get.

Papa?

Excuse me, please.

Now about three.

I... I've changed my mind.

But...

I'm sorry.

Who is it?

Me, chum. Your old pal, please.

I'm here.

Hi, Harry.

How did you find me?

Well, I was having my

shoe shined over on Elm

and reading about your

troubles when who goes by but you.

I followed you.

What do you want?

Well, I want to help you, pal.

Only eaters give me cold flashes.

Help me?

Why all this sudden big-heartedness?

Look, Harry, you done me a

lot of favors when I was flat.

When everybody give me the go-by.

You think I'd let you down now?

Say, are you still

snooping for Roger Lewis?

No, I quit.

Anyway, that was just a sideline.

Don't worry about that leech.

He cuffed me for almost a gram.

Then threatened to sing to the

cops on me about an old caper.

I suppose I have to trust somebody.

Sure.

You got any plans?

You know you can't stay

cooped up here forever.

I'll have to stay here

till I get a good lawyer.

With Lewis trying to frame

me into the electric chair,

I've got to have a man like

Jerry Mallon to defend me.

It was too dangerous for

me to go uptown and see him.

Yeah, and he won't touch a case till he

gets money on the table.

Big money.

I've got the money.

That is something as good as money.

And you did get the

rocks, like the paper said.

I paid for them. They're mine.

Especially now.

I know how you feel, Harry.

But other folks feel different.

Those stones are hotter.

I know they're hot, but

what can you do with them?

Well, I can't tell till I see them.

Since when are you an iceberg?

I used a front for an outfit that'd run

them across the border.

I'm going to have to go.

The paper said a hundred cheese.

They'll take a year to cool.

I might be able to get you 25.

All right, get it.

Then take the money to

Jerry Mallon as a retainer.

Okay. Leave it to me.

So, Biggie.

Biggie, everything depends on you.

You've got to get Jerry

Mallon to take my case.

Relax, Harry.

Relax. You're getting the creeps.

Get on, you pal.

Don't go no place till you see me.

[phone rings]

Hello?

Oh, Dad, I'm so glad to hear from you.

I've been terribly worried.

Are you all right? I want to see you.

I want to see you too, Linda.

But I can't take any chance

from being seen by the police.

Oh, that's what I want

to talk to you about, Dad.

I've met a police officer

who really wants to help you.

His name is Webster.

I don't care who he is, Linda.

My freedom's at stake.

I want you to promise you

won't bring the police into this.

All right, then, Dad, I promise.

But where can I see you?

634 West 3rd Street, Room 5.

All right, darling, I'll be

there in a half hour or so.

Goodbye.

Judging from your subtle air of triumph,

you must have gotten a line on Jackson.

Don't be crude, Mr. Lewis.

To put it coofily, I found him.

He did where?

Well, you know, I got some big

connections in this burg,

so I took advantage of him.

I let a word drop here,

somebody put a word in there,

and wanted him out there.

Just words.

So?

So I said to myself, Biggie, you know,

I always talk to myself.

Biggie, I said, you can't get no help.

You've got to walk alone.

You've got to get out your

crystal ball and go psych--

Psychopathic, you mean?

Psychopathic. That's me.

So then some numbers

start to pop into my head.

Numbers like, um, 634

West 3rd Street, Room 5.

What do you think of that?

I think you've got a

mild case of genius, Biggie.

So you went there and found him.

What happened then?

I conned him into

thinking I was his friend.

Did he have the jewels?

He did have them.

He did have them.

Now we got them.

[rain falling]

Now you can't resist larceny.

I didn't tell you to steal those jewels.

I told you to find out where he had them.

I didn't steal them.

Jackson gave them to me to sell for them.

Look, I can get 40

grand for us to cut up.

Now why should they

gather dust in a police boat?

Because they're the

evidence that'll convict Jackson.

Can't you get that into your face?

[screams]

Okay.

Okay, so I'll put him back.

Tell Jackson they're too hot to handle.

Tell him anything.

When you leave him, call me

so I can tip off the police.

Okay.

[door closes]

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Who is it?

Linda.

Linda.

Ed.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

Are you all right?

Yes, dear.

I'm all right.

That was smart, the way you found me.

It wasn't my idea.

The police officer I told

you about thought of it.

You didn't tell them

you were coming here.

No, I kept my promise.

Good.

But, Dad, you can't go on

this way hiding out forever.

I don't intend to.

It's only a day or two longer until I

find a good attorney.

Have you seen one yet?

I had someone contacting Jerry Mallon.

Oh, it'd be wonderful if you could get

him, but isn't he expensive?

Yes, he is, dear, but I have to get him.

I'm selling the

jewels to take care of it.

Then you did take them.

Yes, but Linda, I didn't kill Doris.

I know you didn't.

Thank you, dear.

She is dead.

Who did kill her?

Roger Lewis.

Who else could have?

Oh, Dad, if you'd only go to the police,

tell them what you know.

Oh, I can't, Linda.

Not without a good

attorney to protect me.

I couldn't stand it.

The browbating, the endless questioning,

the probing into my private affairs.

I've been through too much for that, huh?

After all, I'm not a

hard-boiled criminal.

I'm sensitive. I'm not

used to hall bedrooms.

I had a home of my own, a beautiful home.

I had everything that went with it.

I was successful, and now look at me.

I can't take any more, Linda.

You just seem to think

my mind is breaking down.

Don't talk that way, Dad.

You'll come out all right. I know it.

You're innocent, and

we're going to prove it.

That's right, Linda.

Don't you worry about it.

I'll be all right.

You'd better run along now.

And please, try to relax

and leave things to me.

Isn't this something I can do for you or

get you to make you comfortable?

No, dear, I'll be all right.

When can I see you again?

I'll keep in touch with you.

All right, Dad. Good-bye.

(SOBBING)

Jackson still in there?

He is, but the girl just left.

I camped here like you

told me on the phone.

Okay.

Who is it?

Police. Open up.

(DOOR OPENS)

He's dead.

I'll call homicide.

There should be a fortune in jewels here.

Have a look around.

Yeah, unless he passed him on to his

daughter or somebody else.

Well, it won't hurt to have a look.

(DOOR OPENS)

(HORN HONKS)

Hello, Biggie.

Hi, County. The boys at the place uptown

told me I might find you here.

I got a little deal cooking

with Pop Swenson. Come in.

What's on your mind, Biggie?

Well, I, uh, I wanted to ask

you a little advice, Johnny.

Supposing the guy had some rocks,

that another guy told him to stash back

with still another guy.

But the first guy found out that the cops

had caught up with the second guy,

so he still had the rocks.

The first guy should do

just what you've done.

Bring the stones to Johnny Rockum.

How'd you know?

Knowing things in people is my business.

It's not so difficult to figure what a

couple of guys like

you and Lewis are up to.

Well, you won't tell

Lewis on me, will you, Johnny?

Well, your double-cross of

Lewis is the part I like.

He's made several passes

at me in that sheet of his.

If it wasn't strictly the rules of my

game to lay off newspapermen,

he'd be tucked away.

Then you'll handle them for me, Rock?

Swell.

How much can you get

for them, Rock? How much?

That'll depend on a little

favor you might do for me.

Anything, Chuck.

That is, anything within reason.

You used to run stuff across the border.

Have you still got

connections down there?

Sure, sure.

I want you to make arrangements to run a

guy across for me next week.

I think I can arrange it. Who's the guy?

It's all about the name of Mort Stone.

Mort Stone. Never heard of him.

But that's nothing against him.

Okay, Johnny, I'll

start playing my lines.

Call me when you've got everything set.

As for these, you don't

have to hold those for a while

till the heat evaporates.

Well, look, don't hold them too long.

I'm flat, and Lewis keeps cuffing me.

How much is he into you for?

Seven and a half Cs.

Yeah.

That'll be on account.

On account of getting

even with Lewis, huh?

Thanks. Thanks, Johnny.

Hello, Linda.

I see you know about it.

Yes, I know about it.

About the way you

hounded my father to his death.

And you were going to be

different from other policemen.

You were going to see

that he got a fair deal.

I really tried to.

I wanted you with us when we found him.

But after all, I was a little bit worried. I was a little bit worried. I wanted you with us when we found him.

But after all, you broke

your promise about calling me.

What did you expect me to do?

Dad refused to see me

if I brought the police.

Oh, sorry. I didn't know about that.

I hate to seem

official at a time like this,

but I'm afraid I'll have to

ask you a question or two.

I understand.

Did your father give

you Doris King's jewels?

Of course not.

They weren't in his room.

He said something about using them to get

money for an attorney.

I believe you, Linda, but

I'm afraid headquarters won't.

They'll expect me to make a search.

Headquarters thinks I'm a thief and my

father's a murderer.

Well, the real killer of

Doris King isn't even suspected.

Who do you mean?

Roger Lewis. Dad was

sure he killed Doris.

But what motive would Lewis have?

What motive does he have in smearing and

destroying the lives

and reputations of people?

He's so full of evil impulses, he doesn't

need the motives of normal people.

He just acts on one of his

impulses and kills someone.

Well, suppose you were

right. That's not evidence.

What evidence did you

have against my father?

Why don't you grill Lewis for a change?

I wish I had the chance.

Maybe you will.

The truth might come out if I could get

you and Lewis together.

Oh, I'm sure it would.

I'll drop you at the district attorney's

office, then I'll pick up Lewis.

And while you're getting

ready, I'll have a look around.

The death of Harry Jackson by his own

hand is proof of his guilt

and the Doris King killing,

as this column has

maintained since the murder.

Yes, that's his motto.

Come in.

Well, according to the midnight oil, it

ain't even midnight.

I don't have to leave, Mona. Biggie and I

don't have any secrets.

I don't, anyway. As I recall, you were to give the jewels

back to Jackson, then call me

so I could phone the police.

Yeah, yeah, but when I left Jackson, the

cops were downstairs already.

I had a tough time getting away.

It's funny, but none of the newspapers

that scooped me again thanks to you,

none of them mentioned the jewels.

Oh, maybe the cops have

reasons to clam up about them.

Or maybe you gave them to Rocco.

Rocco?

What do you mean?

I listen, you think, sizzler. One of my boys saw you

going into Rocco's place.

Give me one good reason aside from

peddling the jewels why

you should be seeing Rocco.

Oh, well, that's a cinch.

Rocco's been wanting me

to do him a little favor.

It's like an elephant

needing a favor from a mouse.

Yeah?

Well, it so happens that this mouse is

given the elephant to lift.

I'm running a guy across

the border next week, see?

Who's the guy?

Some guy named Mort Stone.

But remember, it's confidential.

I'm not interested in your petty angles.

So long as I'm sure you

put those jewels back.

Super, I did.

I know better than a crossy-up.

I hope so.

All right, now beat it.

Sure, sure.

What do you think?

I don't think he crossed you up, Roger.

But if he did, he left himself wide open.

That's right.

I happen to know who Mort Stone is.

Boys will have to break him out of jail

before Biggie takes

him across any border.

Sounds like trouble.

Don't worry about it.

I better get these

things typed up, Roger.

Good evening, Lieutenant Webster.

Good evening.

Thanks for announcing me.

How are you, Webster?

Fine.

What do you think of Jackson's suicide?

Oh, I halfway expected it.

Ever met his daughter, Linda?

No, but Doris has told me about her.

Linda has the odd idea you killed Doris.

Maybe if you dropped out at headquarters,

a chat with her and Richard might be

enlightening all around.

Is this an arrest?

No.

But it's a good idea

to keep into the cops.

All right.

I'm going to go. I'm going to go. I'm going to go. All right.

That's something I want to

take up with Richards anyway.

Relax, Miss Jackson.

They'll be here any minute now.

Yes?

Lieutenant Webster

and Mr. Lewis are here.

Send them in.

Hello, Richard.

Hi.

Hello, Lewis.

Miss Jackson and Mr. Lewis.

How'd you do?

You two might recall

these surviving principles

to the Doris King murder case,

which culminated with the

suicide of Harry Jackson.

Unfortunately, there are

several loose threads dangling,

particularly with regard to the jewels. Didn't you find them in Jackson's rooms?

No.

Nor in Miss Jackson's rooms.

Why should they be in her rooms?

Because, Mr. Lewis, I saw

my father before he died.

The suspicion has arisen that he might

have given me the jewels.

Considering the fortune involved,

you could have taken them yourself.

I like that suspicion much better.

Why, you contemptible--

No demonstration, please.

Demonstrations?

What do you expect me to do when my father's home is gone?

I'm not going to do that. I'm not going to do that. What do you expect me to do when my

father's called a murderer

without trial or conviction?

When I'm called a thief without any proof

at the suspicion of

an evil mind like his?

Well, since we're throwing suspicions

around, here's one more.

If you really want to find

the murderer of Doris King,

you'll investigate Roger Lewis.

As I drove Webster,

if you have any

evidence that I killed Doris,

arrest me and permit

me to call my attorney.

If I have any evidence for a stand-up in

court, then you know it.

Well, we can all play that game.

If you have any evidence

that I took Doris Jewels,

I demand that you arrest me.

I'm not arresting anybody.

Yet.

But you're both material witnesses,

so don't leave the state

without getting my permission.

Don't worry. I won't.

I don't care to discuss

this case any further, Lewis.

Neither do I.

But just to show you,

I'm an amicus curiae.

I have some information

for you on another matter.

Well, go ahead.

There's going to be a break

at the state penitentiary.

Where did you learn this?

From a dependable source.

Mort Stone, the bond thief, is going to

be delivered next week.

I look into it, Mr. Lewis.

I'm grateful.

Although I'd like to know

your motive for telling me this.

Does a man have to have a motive for

being a good citizen?

The daughter of that wife

killer is still in town.

Must be having a hard time hawking the

rock she lifted from Daddy.

She's at liberty only

because of a simple Simon sleuth

who has sentiment

instead of sand in his makeup.

Isn't there something that

can be done to stop him, Jim?

Nothing short of a poke in the nose.

They break cops for that.

You could sue him for libel.

But it's expensive

and you'd probably lose.

The only way to really stop

him is to prove he's wrong.

Tell me honestly, do

you think he's wrong?

It might be sentiment as he says.

But I can't think of you as a jewel thief

with the daughter of a murderer.

Thanks.

To get back to Lewis,

I'll admit he's the type of man who

wouldn't stop at murder.

But unfortunately, he

has a perfect alibi.

Anyway, we're not giving up the ship.

I'm working on the people around Lewis.

His secretary wanted

to rant, for instance.

What's she like?

Odd.

KG, she's probably in love with Lewis.

As soon as I've learned a little more

about her, I'll have a talk with her.

In the meantime, detectives get hungry,

just like human beings.

How about having a bite with me?

I'd love to, Jim. I'll get my coat.

Hello, Biggie.

Have you got that border deal all set?

Good.

The party will contact

you tomorrow morning.

Let's have no slip-ups.

Okay.

Okay, you guys.

Go ahead, Mort. You know this part of the

yard better than we do.

Keep the shutters.

They're making their break

from the workshop, warden.

We might as well wind

it up. Sound the alarm.

Yes, sir.

We'll never make it now, Mort.

We'll go back and give you a slip-up if

you want to and take six months solitary.

Me, I'm going out of

here, one way or the other.

Oh! I'm gonna shoot!

I tell you, I didn't do it, Johnny.

I know better than a

cross-stop. I ain't that crazy.

You gotta believe me, Johnny. You gotta.

Johnny, say something, will ya?

You sit there, just

like a... like a sphinx.

Say something, will ya?

You're driving me nuts.

I did everything you said.

I made arrangements for Stone of the

Border. I fixed an

overnight hideout for him.

Who'd you talk to about it? You must have

squealed to someone.

I never squealed to nobody. I wouldn't...

Wait a minute, Johnny. Wait a minute.

I did talk to somebody.

Lewis.

Lewis. But I had to spell it. He had me

dead to rights about going to your place.

I had to think. I had

to think of an alibi.

Your alibi put my brother in the morgue.

Your brother? Mort Stone? Your...

Too bad you and Lewis talk so much.

No, Johnny. No, you can't. You can't.

Miss Jackson? Yes?

I'm from District

Attorney Richard's office.

Oh. Come in.

Thanks, but the District

Attorney would like to see you.

Well, I was just going to dinner.

Well, this won't take long. It's about

some new evidence in the Doris King case.

It is. Lieutenant Webster's with him, and

they'll see you at the office.

All right. I'll come right with you.

Thanks.

This doesn't look like a police car.

Maybe it isn't.

Then who are you?

Where are you taking me?

I want you to meet a friend of mine. You

and he have interests in common.

Relax. Enjoy the ride.

(LOUD THUD)

(TRAIN WHISTLE)

(TRAIN WHISTLE)

Yeah. Welcome to Swenson's Landing.

Make yourself at home, lady.

Miss Jackson? Mr. Rocko?

How do you do, Miss Jackson?

May I help you a drink?

Will you please tell me

what this is all about?

Won't you sit down?

We seem to have something

in common, Miss Jackson.

We've both received a great deal of

attention, unfavorable

attention, from Roger Lewis.

I certainly have.

He keeps accusing me of having Doris

King's jewels, and I haven't got them.

I know you haven't.

How do you know?

Because I have them.

Where did you get them?

From the man your father

gave them to, to raise money.

Then why haven't you

given them to the police?

My relations with the

police are a bit strange.

I'd rather give them to you if you

cooperate on a little

idea I have in mind.

What kind of an idea?

A phone call to Roger

Lewis to get him down here.

But I don't understand.

What good would that do?

It might persuade him to confess to the

murder of Doris King.

Naturally, I want him to confess.

But it seems to me there

must be more legal ways.

What legal ways?

Lewis stole your

father's wife, killed her,

blamed your father, and

hounded him to his death.

Now he's hounding you.

What's the law done about it?

Nothing yet.

My brother was murdered because of Lewis

interfering in other people's business.

And because of Lewis,

your father lost his life.

I want him to pay for it in the chair

that he deserves. Don't you?

What do you want me to say on the phone?

- No, I... - Yes, Roger?

Here's the corrections on the column.

This Linda Jackson item looks as if you

dipped your pen in acid.

Tomorrow's it'll look like vitriol.

Roger, I'm worried. Your attacks have

been so vicious lately,

I'm afraid someone might strike back.

Don't kill me.

Not the kind of insects I step on.

They haven't got the nerve.

Don't worry about it.

Periscope, Mr. Lewis' office.

Linda Jackson?

- Just a moment,

please. - Got an extension.

Roger Lewis speaking.

I'm at Pops Wences' Landing on Long

Island Sound, Mr. Lewis.

He's an old friend of my family.

That's very interesting.

What has it got to do with me?

We've located the man who

has Doris King's jewels,

and I think he may know who murdered her.

His name is Biggie Wolf.

Biggie Wolf? What did you...

Have you called the police?

No. This wolf is pretty cagey.

If he suspected police

interest, he'd disappear.

Besides, I came out here

to get away from the police.

Look, Mr. Lewis, I'm only interested in

clearing my father's name

and getting those jewels back.

Wolf is the key to the whole thing.

Pop thinks you might

help us make him talk.

Of course, if you're not interested,

we'll have to manage without you.

Well, naturally, as a newspaper man, I'd

like to be in on it.

I'll drive out and

meet you at the boathouse.

Don't do anything

till I get there. Right?

Roger, do you realize this

might be a trap of some kind?

I realize that.

I can't take the chance of

letting them talk to Wolf.

If he still has connection with me,

there's no telling what it could lead to.

What could it lead to? After all, you're

not involved in the murder,

only in Biggie's

stupidity about the jewels.

That's true, but I wouldn't

want that to get out either.

Anyway, I walked out of traps before.

Nobody ever shot a

columnist or millions of wanted to.

Please be careful, dear. Oh, wait, here's me to get back.

Now that he's gone, we

can go up in question, Mona.

Good evening, Lieutenant.

Good evening. I'm sorry,

but Mr. Lewis isn't here.

Well, that's all right. We

just came to have a look around.

You'll need a search warrant for that.

We have one.

Begin with those files.

What do you expect to find, Lieutenant?

Who knows?

The Doris King jewels, possibly.

That's ridiculous.

Then perhaps you can tell me why Lewis

shows such a great interest in them.

There's only interest to find out who has

them, where they are.

That may be just a blind to cover up his

own theft of the jewels.

Nonsense.

As a matter of fact, I can prove it was

Harry Jackson who stole those jewels.

You can?

The day Doris King was

killed, she phoned me.

Right after the jewels were stolen.

She did. What'd she say?

She wanted Mr. Lewis.

She said that Harry Jackson had just

taken the jewels and run out.

Would you testify to that in court?

Certainly only I don't see why.

But I do. That testimony will put Lewis

in the electric chair.

But how?

You proved Doris was

alive when Jackson left.

Therefore, everything Lewis

told us was a tissue of lies.

The only one interested in

lying would be the murderer.

Oh, no, I can't believe it.

Where did Lewis go just now?

I don't know.

Do you want to be held as

an accessory to a murder?

No. No, I don't.

He went out on Long Island. A place

called Pop Swenson's.

Oh, Pop Swenson's Landing.

I think I know where it is.

Take her down and book her as a material witness.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Hello, boy. Mr. Lewis has forth.

I'm aboard.

Well, I hope this

isn't the wild goose chase.

I hardly think you'll find it that.

I'll go.

Nice to see you again, Mr. Lewis.

Don't freak your Topsal, mate.

It doesn't gonna be any squall.

Nice company you keep, Miss Jackson.

May I go? May I go now, Mr. Rocko?

Well, you're hurry.

Stick around. See the fun.

But you said that after he got here--

You should have known the bait wouldn't

survive the trap, either.

I should have known you're no more

interested in clearing

my father than he is.

But Lewis and I are settling as closer to

me than your father.

Too bad other people have to get hurt.

Just to keep the record straight,

all this is in memory of

a kid named Mort Stone.

Seems to be a lot of

trouble over at Chief Kahn.

That Chief Kahn was my kid brother.

I didn't know that, Johnny.

Anyway, I didn't finger him.

It was Biggie Wolf.

Biggie's lying in a ditch.

But before he went, he cut you in.

If he didn't get the picture.

Listen, Rocko,

have you forgotten what happens when you

kill a newspaper man?

What happened in Chicago a few years back

when they shot that reporter?

I know this.

It wasn't for that I'd

have gotten you years ago.

But this is a different

setup from the one in Chicago.

There were witnesses there, leads, clues.

There won't be anything here.

No one's gonna know

anything about this but these boys,

and they'll be in just as deep as I am.

When they find your body,

wherever the current takes it,

it could come from a hundred landings.

From a thousand boats.

Besides,

they'll find these jewels in your pocket.

If it looked like you and Miss Jackson,

they'd cancel each other because of them.

All right, get downstairs.

Guy parked down the road and

got out. It could be a dick.

We'll get them down to the landing.

Pop, store them off.

Yeah, come on.

Pop's Benson. That's me, mate.

New York police.

Oh, come on in.

Thanks.

Uh, if there's anybody in

trouble around here, I hope.

I was told that Mr. Lewis

would be here. Roger Lewis.

Oh, nobody's been here.

It seems like I heard

that name someplace.

He's a well-known newspaper man. Oh, I probably saw his name on the papers. (chuckles) But what would he be doing here?

I'm wondering myself.

The person I got the tip from isn't

completely reliable.

Uh-huh.

Go ahead, boy. Look around.

I know you fellas got your job to do.

Thanks.

It's nothing but my boat down there.

It's an electric

flash if you want to look.

Never mind. I'm not a man of a man. I'm a man of a man. I want to look.

Never mind, Pop.

Guess I got a bum steer.

(chuckles)

Sorry I troubled you.

No trouble, Captain.

Come up sometime when

the big ones are biting.

Good night, Pop.

Good night.

That was close.

Get him in the boat.

(screams)

He'll be back.

Go upstairs and help Pop.

All right. In the boat.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

Pop.

Hold it, Webster.

I got a rock hole.

Oh, it's a shore.

You both all right?

That's Jim.

You got here just in time, Webster.

Yeah, if your secretary

told me where I could find you,

you're under arrest for

the murder of Doris King.

You mean your

secretary smashed your alibi.

You better let me hear that gun.

You'll never take me, Webster.

(engine rumbles)

Well, this is where I came in, remember?

I remember.

Nice little town, San Bern Falls.

Yes, but I haven't time to

discuss it at the moment.

Well, I suppose if I

don't get out of the car,

you'll call a policeman.

Then what would I do

with the one I've got?