All language subtitles for The.Falcon.in.San.Francisco.1945

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Thank you.

Two percent.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, Goldie, why don't you give that

income tax return a rest?

I ain't doing this for my own amazement.

These things can ask more

questions than a joint degree.

You should know.

Listen to what it says.

Single poison, not

living with husband or wife.

Twenty-five percent, plus two percent for

each dependent of line four.

But not more than five hundred dollars,

plus one hundred

dollars for each dependent.

Single poison, married poison.

By the time a guy figures one of these

things out, he's too old to get married.

Hey, bud, that's my foot, you're...

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He kicked me.

Well, kick him back.

Say, how do you suppose he

got out of the baggage car?

I don't know. Why don't you ask him?

Hey, how'd you get out of baggage?

You're a funny-looking guy, ain't you?

Say, getting back to the point before

this mutt bought it in, what's getting

married got to do with the income tax?

Well, a married man gets a

larger personal exemption.

No kidding.

Hey, that ain't a bad deal.

You know that way, you pay less tax than

you get home cooking besides.

Many brave men have

tried marriage and survived.

Okay, you talked me into it.

You're not serious.

Huh?

Oh, sure, sure I am.

Ain't it about time I owned a wife?

You mean you get married just

to cut down your income tax?

Oh, that ain't all wives can do.

I could write a letter

to the Lonely Hearts Club.

They're not that lonely.

Hey, what are you looking at anyway?

You?

Why?

You've got diogenes.

Oh, me?

I ain't never had a sick day in my life.

No, he's diogenes.

He belongs to me.

Oh, you lost the may?

Offering any reward?

Oh, Goldie, pleasure of

her company's reward enough.

Hello.

Hello.

My name's Annie Marshall. What's yours?

Mine's Tom Lawrence.

He's the man with the

funny face, your friend.

Oh, indeed he's my friend.

This is Mr. Locke, Mr. Goldie Locke.

Goldie Locke.

So you're the one who

ate up all the porridge.

I didn't do what I was framed.

Well, I ain't glad to

have met nothing up with you.

Glad to have met nothing up with you too.

It's a good thing Goldie isn't around you

all the time, young lady.

Well, I wish you were

around all the time,

instead of Miss Keys and Loomis.

I hate them.

You won't tell her I said that, will you?

No, of course not.

But who are Miss Keys and Loomis?

Miss Keys is my nurse, and

Loomis is the butler at my house.

A nice and a butler.

I suppose you got a yacht, too.

I don't like it. It makes me seasick.

Why don't you come and stay at my house?

Then I wouldn't be a prisoner anymore.

A prisoner?

Drogenese is a prisoner, too.

We never go any place or do anything.

Miss Keys or Loomis is always watching.

They yell at me and squeeze my arm,

and they never let

anybody come and play with me.

It's just what used to

happen to me in reform school.

What about your mother and father? Why

don't they do something about it?

I guess you're right.

Guess I'll have to get a

mother and father somewhere.

Come, Annie.

What has she been telling you?

I didn't say anything,

Miss Keys. Honest, I didn't.

That child has a vivid imagination.

He's always making up stories.

I don't know what to believe.

I don't care

particularly what you believe,

because it's none of your business.

Come, Annie.

What do you make of that, Goldie?

Oh, gee, we're on a vacation.

You said all we was gonna do

when we got to San Francisco

was swing on the Golden Gate.

She just likes to tell

them fish stories. That's all.

You think so?

Boss, try and forget you the Falcon for a

while, will you, please?

I like Annie. She's a nice

kid, but why look for trouble?

We're in no shape.

Brother, she sure is.

Boss, if she can't cut down

my income tax, nobody can.

I'll take her.

All right, all right.

So I made a mistake.

Anybody can make a mistake.

Oh, I don't blame her for trying. She was

very easy on the eyes.

Yeah, that's what you think.

I think it's rather becoming.

I suppose to know she

had a husband already.

Always look at the

third finger left hand.

I did, but she had gloves on.

Boxing gloves?

Well, she's not the only dame of the--

Mr. Lawrence!

Miss Keyes, it's awful.

Something's happened to her.

Is she ill?

I don't know.

I can't wake her up.

We better take a look.

Here we go again.

Excuse me.

There, but she won't wake up.

You know these people?

Boy, I hear a slight tear.

A woman's dead.

Oh.

Crooked, huh?

Must have been a heart attack.

I'm no doctor, but I don't

see any marks or anything.

Is she really dead, Mr. Lawrence?

I'm afraid she is.

But don't you worry.

We're taking care of you.

We're going to take you

out of here right now.

You mean you're going to be dead?

I'm afraid she is. But don't you worry. We're taking care of you. You mean you're going

to be my new nurse name?

Oh, sure.

And Goldie is going to be

nursemate for Dargene's.

We'll see you get home grand style.

You don't suspect foul play, do you?

We don't suspect anything.

We're on a vacation.

Conductor, I think you better wire ahead

to the authorities.

Come along, Annie.

All right, folks.

You might as well go back to bed now.

Yeah, boy.

A midget couldn't take

his pants off in there

without a shoehorn.

Please, be quiet.

Where, young man, are you getting

undressed out there?

What do you think I'm

doing, a bubble dance?

Having trouble?

Trouble?

Did you have to give Annie my bite?

Couldn't leave her in

that compartment alone.

But this is my divorce.

That's what I thought.

What do you mean that's what you do?

No, don't.

Carla Keyes didn't die naturally.

You're not forgetting

about our vacation, are you?

No, no, no.

This time we leave it to the police.

We'll just take Annie home,

and that's as far as we go.

Great.

That'll give me a chance to find a wife.

Haven't you had enough of a lesson?

Well, I got one good eye.

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Uh-oh.

I always heard San Francisco was a good

town for sightseeing.

Go, dear.

Remember, third finger left hand.

Oh, sure.

Boy, am I going to have a

good time trying to cut down

my income tax here.

Look, I think you better

check on our reservations

at the hotel.

OK, boss.

The cap, sir.

Thank you.

See you.

Thank you, sir.

Come on, Annie.

What's the matter?

Mr. DeForest usually meets me here.

Who's Mr. DeForest?

My guardian.

Oh, well, never.

We'll get you home.

Come on.

Annie, if you will have to give the

directions to the driver,

I don't know anything

about San Francisco.

You don't?

All right.

I'll tell him just where to go.

Fine.

Go up to 27th and Seagliff.

I'll show you the

house when we get there.

And I saw him get into a

cap with the little girl.

I'm sure of it.

But yes, I have the cap's license number.

It's BEH over PCH, 1989.

1989.

And you think she's being kidnapped?

I see.

Well, give me your

name and address in case

we need you as a witness.

My name is Dudley, Dr. Carl Dudley.

You can reach me at

the Medical Institute.

But tell me, Annie, why

were you on that train?

I'm on my way home from

school for my vacation.

And Miss Key's was to have charge of you?

I didn't think I was

going to like my vacation.

Miss Key's hasn't been

your nurse very long, has she?

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All right, mister, get out.

Me?

Yeah, you.

You're one of the headquarters.

On what charge?

Suspicion of kidnapping.

Kidnapping?

I was just taking the child home.

Where do you live, little girl?

I live on Nob Hill.

So you were just

taking her home, were you?

Well, you're three miles

past Nob Hill district already.

Annie, why did you do this?

Don't try to dump it in her lap.

Come on.

But you've got to believe him.

He isn't kidnapping me.

He's a nice man.

They always are, honey.

All right, bud, let's go.

But look, I--

Save it.

I got orders to bring you

in while we check on you.

And that's what I'm doing.

Follow us, Gabby.

Get in the car.

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Tom Lawrence is on his way in.

Thanks.

Mr. Lawrence, the writ of habeas corpus

has been presented, and

the judge has signed an order

for your release on $10,000 bail.

That's fine, but--

These are your effects.

Would you sign your

property receipt, please?

And report back in three days.

We'll know then whether the charges

are to be pressed or dropped.

I was just about to tell you that I

haven't $10,000 on yet.

It's already been posted.

It's already been posted, but who would--

Yes, you'll find the

young lady right over there.

Darling.

Oh, I've been so upset about you.

I must say, you're a

very charming rescue party.

Everything's quite all right, darling.

I had my attorneys arrange everything.

They said you had nothing to worry about.

I told them we were good friends.

I hope you don't mind.

Not in the least.

I suppose you're wondering,

Mr. Lawrence, I'm Doreen Temple.

Doreen Temple.

Tell me, why did you--

Go to all this trouble?

I told you that I'd no

longer be a woman of mystery.

And I'd like to be just a little while.

By all means.

Then how about dinner

for a famished lady?

With the explanations on the side?

All the lurid details, I promise you.

Lead on, Miss Temple.

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Leave it.

Leave it.

Two.

No.

How about a martini?

Martini.

Two martinis.

Very dry.

We'll order later.

Yes, sir.

Dry martini.

This is much more like it.

No wonder you appreciate it

after what you went through.

There is one thing I would appreciate,

and that's an explanation of--

My actions tonight?

Mm-hmm.

And that's very simple.

I was, uh, mayor of a life.

Oh, yes, of course.

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I was on the train last night.

I can't imagine how I miss seeing you.

I saw most of what happened.

You see, I recognized you as the falcon

from your newspaper pictures.

Am I that notorious?

Let's say famous.

I knew, of course, you had no intention

of kidnapping that child.

So when I saw that ridiculous story in the newspapers tonight,

I simply said, "I'm not going to be here." I was in the newspapers tonight.

I simply had to do something about it.

Uh, bailing out prisoners must be a

rather expensive hobby.

I've never done it before.

But I'd rather like it.

I see.

Doreen, I have a proposal to make to you.

Already?

Oh, no, this is quite different.

I'll buy all your dinners,

lunches, and what have you

if you will agree to show

me the rest of San Francisco.

Why not?

Now, first up will be a party tonight.

I'll phone my friends and

tell them I'm bringing you along.

Good evening.

Do?

No, thanks.

We're just looking around.

Mr. Lawrence?

Yes?

You wanted down a headquarters.

What again?

But I've just come from there.

Seems there was a murderer on a train.

Are you trying to involve me in that too?

I wouldn't know, Mr. Lawrence.

Oh, uh, waiter, will you

please give my apologies

to the lady who was with me?

Tell her I'll be back

as soon as possible.

Yes, sir.

Uh...

Thank you.

(SIREN WAILING)

(SIREN WAILING)

Good morning.

(SIGHS)

I said good morning.

I had to talk to you

unless public surroundings.

I'm sorry, Rick, you

were so forceful about it.

You're sorry.

That makes everything

perfectly all right, doesn't it?

Well, I hoped in your case

you'd be more reasonable.

You should know by now

we're playing for high stakes.

All I know is I'm getting out of here.

They won't stop you after you've told me

who killed Carla Keyes.

The nurse. And so she was killed.

With the up post for Ness, according to

the coroner's report.

A pinpoint penetration between the third

and fourth ribs with a hat pin.

Why are you so interested?

If you don't mind, I'll ask the

questions. Who killed her?

I'm sorry to disappoint

you, but I don't know.

I'd advise you to

cooperate for your own good.

You're a very charming person.

But I'm losing patience.

Have you stopped to consider that there

must be quite a few people

within sound of my voice?

No, please give me

credit. I'm prepared for that.

If it helped in your case,

it wouldn't be necessary.

All I want to know is a man's name.

I told you, I don't know.

It was Van Deen,

wasn't it? Peter Van Deen.

Van Deen? I've never heard of him.

Ricky.

I'm going to let you go now, but I want

you to take Van Deen a message.

If either of you has

seen her, you'll be killed.

Citadel? Take him out the side way. Ride him around. He wants to see San Francisco. (HORSE WHINNYING)

25% of my...

Oh, thank you.

Just a moment, sister.

Haven't we met enough someplace before?

Certainly not. I never go slumming.

Ah, excuse me.

My, my.

Just a moment, Tootsie.

Whoa, what a shish!

Happy Halloween.

Fresh?

I'm not a falcon for the love of Pete.

Where you been all night?

I might say a lady was responsible.

A lady?

Where have you been? I tried to reach you

from the police station.

I've been looking over some of those

prospects for that

wife job that I got open.

Say, what's this in the paper

about you snatching that kid?

Oh, I'll explain about that later.

Right now, I want to get cleaned up, and

then we're going visiting.

Yeah, where we heading?

Nob Hill to find a little vixen by the

name of Annie Marshall.

Annie Marshall, look, boss, why can't we

just forget the whole thing

and stay here and take it easy?

We're going to Nob Hill.

Instead of a falcon, why couldn't I have

teamed up with a homing pigeon?

(HORSE WHINNYING)

Sure swanky, ain't it?

Maybe she wasn't kidding

about owning that yacht.

You wait here, Cody. If I'm not out

pretty soon, come and get me.

Right, boss.

Good evening.

Did you wish to see someone, sir?

Yes, Annie Marshall.

Do you have an appointment?

An appointment? To see a child?

Quite right, sir.

Look, I've got a lot of questions I want

to ask Annie, and I

haven't much time to wait.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

Lumis. What is it, Lumis?

This man wishes to see

your sister, Miss Marshall.

My name is Lawrence, Tom Lawrence.

Oh, the man who was arrested?

Shall I call the police, Miss?

I don't think there

will be necessary, Lumis.

This way, Miss Lawrence.

Thank you.

I'm surprised to hear your name. I

thought you were in custody.

It'd be pretty hard for them to make a

kidnapping charge stick, Miss Marshall.

Too many witnesses. I was merely trying

to take your sister home.

Well, then why did you come here?

I wanted to find out about a

woman called Doreen Temple.

I've never heard of her.

Then do you know a man by

the name of Peter Van Teen?

No, I don't think so. Who are they?

I'm not sure yet.

But I have met Miss Temple

and a couple of her playmates.

It was a rather rough introduction.

Did you notify the police?

I'm hardly in a

position to ask their help.

Well, how can we help?

I thought there might be some connection

between what happened

to me and your situation.

Why, what do you mean, our situation?

Oh, Annie told me about you

being kept a prisoner here.

Prisoner? Oh, dear that child. I'm

awfully sorry, Mr. Lawrence.

But Annie's always

telling fibs like that.

Children have such

active imaginations, you know.

Oh, yes, of course.

Then perhaps you can help me with some

information about the nurse, Carla Keyes.

Well, she'd only been with us a few

months. She never spoke of herself.

I see.

Would you mind if I saw her room?

Oh, I'm sorry, but the police ordered us

not to let anyone in that room.

Did they? When did they do that?

When they brought my sister home.

I see.

Could I speak to Annie?

Oh, I'm afraid that's

impossible too. You see, she's asleep.

Oh, no, I'm not.

Hello, Mr. Lawrence.

Hello, Annie.

Young lady, you're supposed to be asleep.

I know. But Diogenes heard

you talking and ran away.

And I had to catch him.

Why did you tell Mr. Lawrence

that you're a prisoner here?

I didn't mean to. It just slipped out.

Annie, honey, that was a fib, wasn't it?

You wouldn't want Mr. Lawrence to think a

whole lot of nasty things

about us now, would you?

No, I wouldn't.

I... I didn't mean

any harm, Mr. Lawrence.

I was only playing. Are you mad at me?

Well, uh... I don't stay mad very long.

I'm glad, because

Diogenes says he likes you too.

Oh, Diogenes said that, did he?

Mm-hmm. Diogenes

tells me lots of stories.

Once he told me a story

about a great big old tom-

Annie!

There she goes again.

Annie, perhaps you'd better go back to

bed before you tell any more fibs.

I guess I gotta go back to bed, Mr.

Lawrence. Good night.

But wait a minute.

Yes, sir?

You wouldn't dream of going to sleep

without a bedtime story, would you?

Oh, boy!

Oh, I'm sorry, but I can't let you.

Oh, nonsense, Miss

Marshall. It's no trouble at all.

Every child likes a bedtime story. Come

on, young lady, show

me where your room is.

Upstairs. Carry me piggyback.

Uh-oh.

Carry me piggyback.

Well, piggyback, it shall be.

Well, I really

shouldn't let you, Mr. Lawrence.

Look, if we must do this,

do you mind sitting still?

Well, nobody sits still on a horse.

I see. Shall we go first?

Get it out, Orton. Get it out of my box.

Faster, faster!

Come on, get it out.

Boy, this is fun. Get it out.

Faster, Orton. Faster.

Faster, Orton. Faster.

Oh, boy.

Oh, is this it?

Mmm. Is this room all yours?

Uh-huh. I live here.

Nice, isn't it?

Uh-huh. What story are

you going to tell me?

Story? Oh, yes.

I think a good one for you would be about

the little boy who

cried wolf all the time.

Must have been one of Joan's boyfriends.

She says they're all wolves.

And, Marshall, you get right into bed.

Golly, what did I say?

Oh, probably something

you shouldn't have said.

Go on. Here you go.

Into bed.

I'll tuck her in.

Sorry.

That's very nice perfume.

Why, thank you.

Oh.

Young lady, haven't you had enough

excitement for one night?

Don't you ever want to go to sleep?

Give the sandman a chance

to come and pay you a visit.

And on you keep all

tucked up and nice and warm.

Well, young lady, are you going to be a

good little girl and go to sleep?

I must not thank you.

I'll get anything's

ready for the morning.

Please make it short, Mr. Lawrence. She

mustn't stay a plate.

It'll be practically a synopsis.

Well?

Oh, yes, yes, of course, the story.

Well, it appears that some years ago...

Once upon a time.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy.

He was a shepherd, and he

used to look after his sheep.

Oh, you're not going to tell me the one

about the little boy you yelled "Well, I'm sorry."

I told him so many times

nobody believed him, are you?

As a matter of fact, I was.

No?

No, it's too corny.

Oh.

But look, I did want to talk to you.

That'll be wonderful.

Were you telling the truth about being

held a prisoner in your own house?

I...

I would...

Please tell me about

the wolf, Mr. Lawrence.

Oh, look, Annie, try to

understand. This is very important.

Were you telling the truth

on the train, or weren't you?

I was telling a fib I'm

not really held a prisoner.

Annie, I never believed there was such a

thing as a problem, child.

But I believe it now.

What? Is the story finished already?

Oh, you said she

mustn't stay up too late.

Good night, Annie.

I'm sorry we couldn't be of more help.

Oh, it's all right.

Good night, Miss Marshall.

Good night, Mr. Lawrence.

Good night, Miss Marshall. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

You'll pardon me, Miss Joan, but I don't

believe it advisable

for you to go out so late.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(DOG BARKING)

Shh.

My stalking.

Hello, Annie.

Oh, it's you, Miss Joost.

Be quiet, my large unease.

I thought you went home.

I did, but I came back and brought

Goldilocks to see you.

Oh, hello, Goldilocks.

Hi, Annie.

Glad to have met and up with you again.

Annie, lines in for sheetsy.

Why did you come back, Mr. Lawrence?

Uh, we want to play detectives with you.

Oh, that's wonderful. How do we play it?

You take us to Nurse Keith's

room. We'll start from there.

I'm afraid.

Of what?

We have to go right past

Loomis' room. I hate Loomis.

Then you were telling the truth on the

train when you said that.

Yes, Mr. Lawrence.

Why did you give the cab

driver the wrong air drive?

I don't like my house anymore.

You were so nice and kind.

I wanted to be with

you as long as I could.

I like you an awful lot, Mr. Lawrence.

Don't you like Jo?

Of course I do.

You want to know something?

She's afraid of Loomis, too.

And she didn't like Miss Keyes, either.

I see.

Now, shall we play detectives?

Mm-hmm.

Is that the same as Cops and Robbers?

The last time I played Cops

and Robbers, the cops won.

(Giggles) (Laughs)

Oh, no, that's Loomis' room.

Now what do we do?

What do you think detectives do?

Look for clues.

And he catches on quick.

Come on, Goldie. You take that side.

What are clues?

Why, clues are, uh...

Clothes are things stroke, sleep around,

stud detectives, and catch him.

I think I'm gonna come to the bed.

(Music)

My dear wife, Carla,

without a boy.

Goldie, come here with you.

Yes, boss.

Over here, quick.

(Music)

(Screams)

(Music)

Oh, no.

Boss, we're gonna get out of here.

Okay.

Get right in the bed and stay there.

(Music) (Music)

What's happened?

I bet that giant

crawler would cost by now.

Wouldn't be surprised.

Did you get anything?

Not sure. We'll see.

Just wait while I phone.

Hello, operator.

Can you connect me with the local office

of the Maritime Commission?

Thank you.

(Music)

I see.

Thank you very much.

What's the dope for us?

The insignia on Abel Key's cap is used by

the star coastal lines.

Judging by his

uniform, he's a first mate.

So what?

So what?

You saw the inscription.

He's the husband of the nurse who was

murdered on the train.

Do you think he killed her because he was

jealous of the butler

and then knocked him off

tonight just to finish the job?

But do you think that...

No, Goldie.

I can think much better when you don't.

Okay. I can take a hint.

Mr. Lawrence?

Yes?

May I speak to you on

an important matter?

Of course. Come in.

Thank you.

Don't move. You too.

Where's Doreen Temple?

That, my friend, is

something I'd like to know myself.

Where did you get that?

Does this interest you too?

I begin to see why Doreen

Temple employs the fountain.

She's taking no chances.

Give it to me, please.

Oh, now, wait a minute.

I went to a lot of trouble to get this.

Then Doreen must value it very highly.

Hand it over.

Okay.

Nice work, boss.

What do we do with the

hoser now that he's here?

Make him talk if we can.

P.V.

P.V.

Venti. That's all he is.

Don't shoot.

No, please. Don't shoot.

Why shouldn't I? You'll have shot me.

No. No, I'm not a criminal.

You must listen to me, Mr. Lawrence.

I know Doreen Temple

wants me out of the way.

She will pay you very

well for killing me.

But you are a practical man. Are you not?

At times, yes.

I will pay you more than she.

How much more?

$15,000.

Yes, $15,000. I give you that much.

$15,000?

But you must be kidding me

alive. I avoid that much.

All right. Where's the money?

I get it. From Doreen Temple.

From Doreen Temple?

You don't stop at anything, do you?

I won't work frightfully, my.

You must listen to me. I will explain.

I was an importer in South America.

Doreen Temple was there, too.

This mug makes him up

better than the lady.

I'm telling the truth. There was a

business transaction.

She tricked me. She tricks everybody. She

will trick you, too.

She and Duke Monette.

Duke Monette?

Where is he cutting on this?

You know him? No, I don't want her.

I remember Duke Monette.

Yeah, don't probation.

Right. He laid the most

vicious gang around at the time.

But I thought he was dead.

No. Doreen brought

him out of the country.

Duke was in love with her then.

She learned from him what she knows.

But you have to tell

me where I can find her.

Not Mr. Lawrence.

We have to trust each other.

Boss, I wouldn't trust him as far as I

could throw Rhode Island.

I know, Goldie. I know.

When will you let me know

your decision, Mr. Lawrence?

Call me up tomorrow.

I'll tell you then. Here.

Thank you.

Good night, Mr. Lawrence.

Good night.

Boss, how are you going to bring this Van

Tine to this Doreen dame

when you don't even

know where she is yourself?

I think the charming Doreen will show up

pretty fast when she

hears about that photograph.

She doesn't even know we got it yet.

She will tomorrow, Goldie.

We're going to do some

advertising in the morning.

Advertising?

Mm-hmm. At the office

of Star Coastal Lines.

Look, Boss, we land in town and you get

tossed into the hose, Gao.

Well?

Then a couple of

Doreen's pals beat you up.

Go on.

What I want to know is

what's going to happen to us next.

I just got through

saying it all happened to me.

Yeah. That's right.

What am I worrying about?

How'd you do?

I'd like some information about one of

your employees, Abel Keys.

Uh, I'm sorry, sir.

I can't give out any information about

any of our employees.

Oh. Who can?

Well, uh, Mr. DeForest

is the general manager.

Then if you don't mind, I'll see him.

Uh, he's busy right now.

Would you mind announcing me? My name is

Lawrence, Tom Lawrence.

I'll see.

Mr. DeForest?

Yes?

There's a Mr.

Lawrence out here to see you.

Mr. Lawrence?

Lawrence? Why, he's the man

I was just telling you about.

He was at the house when Loomis...

What could he want with me?

Well, I don't know, but I'd

rather he didn't see me here.

Tell him he...

Uh, yes, sir.

He'll see you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Mr. Lawrence?

Yes. I'm Mr. DeForest.

How'd you do?

Sit down. Thank you.

What can I do for you?

I'd, uh, like some

information about Abel Keys.

We have hundreds of employees here.

I couldn't possibly

keep track of all of them.

I see.

But this is very important.

You might almost say it's

a matter of life and death.

Very well.

Let's see.

She's aboard the SS

Citadel. She's still at sea.

A Citadel?

Yes, she's one of our larger ships.

When does she make port?

Well, that depends upon

time, time, and circumstance.

He says his name is Lawrence.

He's asking a lot of

questions about Abel Keys.

All right, Doreen.

I'll send him over to your place.

Well, this has been a very enlightening

session, Mr. DeForest.

I've learned exactly nothing.

But thanks a lot.

Not at all.

Oh, uh, you can come

out now, Miss Marshall.

Hello.

How did you know I was here?

I felt your irresistible presence and

remembered your perfume.

You have no right to spy on

me, and I won't stand for it.

I told you not to come here. When will

you learn this is a business office?

It happens to be my business office, Mr.

DeForest. And don't forget that.

Yours?

Not that it concerns you, but

I own the Star Coastal lines.

That's quite right, Mr. Lawrence. I'm

Miss Marshall's business manager.

See that you remember that in the future.

Why were you hiding from me a moment ago?

Because I don't trust you.

Oh, give me a chance

and I'll grow on you.

Uh, for example, would a

quiet lunch for two interest you?

All right.

Oh, uh, Mr. Lawrence.

I ran across Able Key's

home address in our files.

Thank you.

Miss Marshall, this is Mr. Locke.

How'd he do?

Well, pleased to have met up with you.

Will you excuse us for a moment?

Certainly.

Goldie.

Say, who's the tomato?

Oh, she owns the shipping company.

Yeah? For a sailor,

she ain't bad looking.

Oh, now take it easy, Goldie.

Look, first of all, find

out when the citadel docks.

Then go to one of the newspaper offices

and get me all the press clippings you

can find on Duke Burnett,

especially those with photographs.

Right.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

Where to, mister?

Um, 2125 Coleman Street.

Why, there's no

restaurant on Coleman Street.

I have a call to make, do you mind?

Of course not.

One might say it's in the

nature of a business call.

You see, I don't know what connection

Starcoaster Lines have

with what happened to me,

but I intend to find out, and it's

comforting to have the

owner along before protection.

Well, of all the nonsense.

Frankly, I hope it is just nonsense.

And frankly, I'd rather not have lunch

with you. Please let me out.

Oh, but you've already accepted my

invitation, and I

insist on holding you to it.

Forcibly? This is

kidnapping, Mr. Lawrence.

Oh, please call me Tom.

And now that I've kidnapped the entire

Marshall family, I should

be considered an old friend.

[car engine]

I could call for help, you know.

Why don't you?

Because I'm looking forward to the

pleasure of proving

what an idiot you are.

[door closes]

[knocking]

Come in, Tom. So nice to see you again.

I wish I could say the same. I was

looking for someone.

You heard what she said.

Go on inside. Both of you.

Oh.

I'm afraid we can't stay very long.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Still, I'm glad you came.

Though I didn't expect Miss Marshall. I'm

not here through choice.

Oh, so you'll know each other?

Unfortunately, yes.

Then you must be aware that Miss Marshall

is the owner of the citador.

Naturally.

But I scarcely think that she'd attempt

to interfere with the

unloading of the cargo.

Meaning that you think I might.

Mm-hmm. You and Van Teen.

Oh, that cargo must be very valuable.

Why else do you think he's going to such

lengths to defraud me?

I was under the impression that you were

trying to defraud him.

After all the plans I've made and the

risks I've taken, no one

is going to stand in my way.

You're forgetting one thing,

Doreen. Van Teen is around.

And if anything should happen to me,

he'll know what to tell the police.

Exactly.

So I took the liberty of sending word to

Van Teen that you were

waiting for him here.

He's on his way over now.

You think of everything, don't you?

I can't afford to make

mistakes in my business.

Van Teen's coming.

All right, you two.

Over against the wall.

Knocking )

It's Mr. Lawrence here.

Yeah.

Where do you see him?

Thank you.

Doreen.

You're most elusive, Mr. Van Teen.

I'd almost given up hope of getting in

touch with you again.

Sorry, officer. It's really nothing.

We thought we had a fire engine.

We always run to fires.

Do you now? Most

folks run away from them.

Uh, thanks, sir.

Tom, I apologize.

So do I. That makes us even.

That policeman, why didn't you tell him?

We're not ready for the police yet.

But then what about Mr. Van Teen?

They won't dare harm him while I'm loose.

I'll be safe, too.

Yes, but I want you to stay home with the

President and not see anyone.

Anyone?

Hmm.

I'm kind to dumb animals.

I treat women like

they was almost my equal.

I'm a one-woman man.

Easy-going, steady-going.

What do you say, sister? What do you say?

Well, you're very kind, but, you know,

I've been married three times.

Three times?

Three husbands, and they all died.

All died?

Buried all three of them.

All three?

I remember at the

funeral of the last one,

looking down his coffin to

say my last goodbye to him.

He looked better then

than you do right now.

Why, you husband barrier!

What's going on around here?

This marriage business is becoming more

complicated than the income tax.

What about those newspaper

clippings on your forehead?

I've got to remember the rules.

You know, Goldie, one should never

overlook newspapers as

a source of information.

Of course, there are

newspapers and newspapers.

Some are...

Well, you may be right, and

then again you may be wrong.

Well, it depends

whether you can read or not.

Come on out.

Well, well, well.

Mr. DeForest.

Hey, uh, I'm afraid this

is an awkward situation.

I guess I'm not very

good at that sort of thing.

You sure seem to be doing all right.

You can put the gun away. I'm not armed.

All right.

Is this a social call, or were you

looking for something?

Frankly, I was looking for Joan.

You see, I'm worried about her there with

that kidnapping attempt, Annie, you know,

and then those murders.

Joan hasn't been at her home since she

left my office with you.

I wondered if I'd been wise

letting her leave with you.

Oh, she's at home now.

I just left her there.

Oh, well, I'm greatly relieved.

You see, the girl's father was a very

good friend of mine before he died.

He asked me to take care of

them. It's a big responsibility.

I guess I'm not a very good detective. I

found nothing. It makes you seem guilty.

I'm glad of that.

I hope you'll excuse me if I seem

suspicious of you. I thought

I was doing the right thing.

Sure, boss. Excuse them. They'd have been

my kids. I'd have

probably done the same thing.

Oh, of course, yes. Thank you. If you

don't mind, then I'll be getting along.

I guess, in lucky you didn't shoot me.

Good day, Mr. Lawrence. So long.

And from now on, please try to believe

that we're on your side.

Thank you. I'll remember.

Where'd you put those clippings?

- On the lopelade. - Fine.

You sure nice of that guy to take care of

them kids like that?

Yes, isn't it?

Say, you know, I wouldn't mind having a

couple of kids like that myself.

I see you couldn't

find a picture of Manette.

S.S. Setador.

I almost forgot Duke Manette had quite a

rumply during prohibition.

You know, Goldie, the pieces of this

jigsaw puzzle are

beginning to fall into place.

I think we'd better pay Star Coastal

Lines another visit.

You mean you suspect a forest?

No, but I suspect the

cargo of one of his ships.

Did you find out when the Citadel docks?

Sure, it gets in today, but, boss, you

don't get me on no boat.

Even taking a bath, I get seasick.

(RUMBLING)

Goldie.

Boss, another vacation like this and I'll

end up in the hospital.

Did you notice the first mate?

No, I just hope you don't notice me.

Doesn't look anything like that

photograph of Abel Keys.

Well, they say nothing

changes people like travel.

Go and find out who he is.

Oh, boss, but suppose he

wants to see my Union card.

Excuse me, mister.

You're the Union card. I mean, you're the

first mate, ain't you?

That's right.

Well, I was told to see you bought a job

on your ship. You're

Abel Keys, ain't you?

Yeah, I'm Keys and we get a full crew.

Well, thanks anyway. Some other time.

When is Abel Keys?

Yes, and they claim this is hemp.

Doreen and Vent, you know, getting mixed

up in murder for a car like this.

That ain't hemp. That's the

stuff they make ropes out of.

Right. Hemp, all right.

This is more like it.

What's that stuff?

We're getting somewhere. Unless I'm

mistaken, that's raw silk.

Raw silk? I don't get it.

Keep an eye on this, Cody.

I want to talk to DeForest.

Thank you.

- Mr. DeForest? - Yes?

Well, Lawrence, what's the idea?

Oh, I'm making a private investigation.

Can you tell me what this is?

Oh, it's raw silk.

And why is it entering

the country labeled hemp?

What do you mean? Where'd you get this?

I just helped bring

some of it off your ship.

Well, this cargo's got to be held up till

we can get an official checkup.

- Come with me. - No,

I'd sooner stay out of it.

Just you like. Thanks for telling me.

How about all loaded

back on the ship at once?

If you say so, Mr. DeForest.

All right, man. Get that

stuff back on board. All of it.

Get it loaded down there.

But, boss, every time we go to the

Marshall House, we get into more trouble.

- Things are just beginning to make

sense, Cody. - Yeah?

Don't be surprised if Joan

Marshall leads us to Duke Manette.

No kidding. But how did this Manette guy

tie up with the Marshall kids?

That's what I'm going to

find out. There it is, driver.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Mr. Lawrence and Goldie Lott.

- Hello, Annie. - Hi, Annie.

I've been lonesome for you. Come on in.

Thanks.

Annie, I'm in a hurry. I

must see your sister at once.

You can't. She's not here.

Oh. Do you know where I can find her?

Sure, I know, but she

doesn't know that I know.

She's gone to see her secret lover.

- A what? - Here we go again.

Annie, is this

another one of your stories?

No, honest it isn't.

Then how do you know

about this secret lover?

I was playing detective, and I found

where she hides her little red book.

What's that got to do

with a secret lover?

Every time she calls him up, she writes

in a book before she goes to meet him.

Oh. Do you know where it is?

I'll get it.

It was here a minute ago.

(SIGHS)

Diogenes, I've told you

never to steal my things.

- Here you go, Mr. Lawrence. - Thank you.

Is Diogenes always such a bad dog?

Sometimes he's just awful.

Telegraph Hill, hmm?

Annie, you know you're a better detective

than any little girl I know.

Annie knows plenty,

and they ain't so little.

Uh, Goldie, by all the ice cream she can

hold, I'm going to Telegraph Hill.

Sit down.

You know, you're a

smart kid. How old are you?

I'll be 18, I have years for next August.

Annie, you're gonna make some guy a very

swell wife when you grow up.

(SIGHS) I know what Goldie locks.

But when I marry Mr. Lawrence, he's gotta

stop running after other girls.

(COUGHS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Why, Mr. Lawrence.

Oh, are we back to that? It was Tom.

How did you know I was here?

You don't object to my

seeing the sights, do you?

This is a historic

landmark, and, uh, very beautiful.

Oh, stop it. We both know you've been

trying to get something on

me ever since you came here.

Why should you resent that

if you have nothing to hide?

I, uh, wouldn't be

interrupting anything, would I?

Well, that's a habit of yours, isn't it?

Such as the wealthy Marshal Aeris meeting

with a former gangster.

Why, you...

Sorry to keep you waiting, dear.

It's all right.

What does she want to see me about?

Hello, Mr. Lawrence.

Hello, Duke. Duke.

Manette is the last name in case you've

forgotten your former identity.

What makes you think I'm this Duke

Manette you speak of?

These clippings prove the Citadel used to

be the flagship of

your rum-running fleet.

They don't prove that I'm Duke Manette.

Oh, why don't you quit stalling?

I'm trying to help you.

Doreen Temple admitted you

were in on that soap deal.

Oh, but you promised...

Joan, I know what you're

thinking, but it isn't true.

They forced me into it, threatened to

expose me to the police even more.

They held you and Anne over my head.

You have a very persuasive manner, Duke.

If I didn't know so much about you, I'd,

uh, almost believe you.

Mr. Lawrence, I'll ask

you to keep this confidence.

You see, Joan and Anne are my daughters.

I had an idea you were covering up

something of that sort.

I never wanted it revealed that my girls

were the daughters of a former criminal.

You can understand that, Mr. Lawrence.

How did Doreen find out?

She and I were once very friendly.

She knows all there is to know about me.

When she tried to get me to go back to

the old life, I broke with her.

Well, you must realize that Doreen isn't

going to quit just

because that cargo's tied up.

What can she do?

She can do exactly what you

taught her to do in the old days.

She and her playmates will hijack that

boat tonight, cargo and all.

And if you're really on the level about

having reformed, this is

your chance to prove it.

Will you help me stop them?

It'll be a pleasure.

Good.

Meet me on the dock

tonight at eight o'clock.

All right, man, step it up. We got to get

out of here in a hurry.

Mr. Lawrence. Oh, there you are.

Have you seen any of them?

Yes, they're all aboard. Come on.

Van Teen.

They're getting up steam.

Better hurry.

Hold it. Where do you think you're going?

Mr. DeForest, sorry.

It's all right, Davis.

I didn't know about able keys.

Of course I did, but I

couldn't tell you that, could I?

I see.

Hey, the cabin's down this way. We've got

a job to do in the engine room first.

Rather rough on him, isn't it?

The only way to deal with these men.

But he's the engineer. This thing will

blow up if there's no one here to wash

that pressure gauge.

We'll send someone down when we get

things under control.

There's been a slight change of plans.

All right, Ricky, get his gun.

For Jones' sake, I thought you'd changed.

Get in there.

I thought you might like to say a last

goodbye to Mr. Lawrence.

That would be a pleasure, Duke.

No, I wouldn't do you.

And we'll be on our way with

no one left behind to stop us.

I'll be waiting to hear how you make out.

Don't let him get away. He's

led all of you into a trap.

I don't have to tell you Mr.

Lawrence is a smooth talker.

I've had several samples of it.

Listen to me. The boilers

are right below this cabin.

They're going to blow

sky high any minute.

Before we came here,

Duke's like the engineer.

Aren't you overdoing it a bit, Tom?

Oh, don't be a fool. Stop him.

Ricky.

Is there anything to what Lawrence says?

Of course not. Tell me the truth, Doreen,

and I'll prove it to you.

Was that nurse who was on

the train working for you?

Yes.

Then use your head.

Van Teen had just

come from South America.

He couldn't have known Carla Keyes was

going to be on that train.

Neither could you.

But Duke knew when his daughter was

coming home from school.

You didn't meet Annie at

the train, as you usually did.

Why? Because you knew

Carla was dead. You killed her.

You can't talk your way

out of this, Lawrence.

I think we'll hear what he has to say.

It's the only possible explanation.

You were on that train and you got rid of

the nurse because she

was holding your daughter.

Keaton was trapped so that

you couldn't make a move.

And what about Loomis, that butler?

He was being paid by you, too, wasn't he,

to watch Joan the same way?

Yes.

And he was killed.

So was Van Teen.

By someone?

Yes, the same someone

who slugged the engineer.

Now there's nobody left to

check the steam pressure.

This ship will blow up any minute.

He gave up the old rackets, but not the

old way of solving his problems.

Don't you see? He was out

to get all of you one by one.

Everyone who knew

anything about his past.

Hey, Frickie, call the

engine room and check.

Drop it.

Get over there.

I never thought you'd turn on me, Duke.

What else did you expect? Nobody ever

crossed me and got away with it.

Duke, Joan and Annie are coming aboard.

Not smart enough, Lawrence.

Doreen, look.

Duke, you don't seem to

understand. Your own joke.

Keep back.

You wouldn't shoot me.

(TICKING)

Keep back.

-Lite Doreen Ladd. -Keep back!

(GUNSHOT) Head back over. What's that for?

I saw those

questions. Get them over here.

(RUMBLING)

Why is everyone so serious?

Oh, uh, we have a lot on our minds.

Haven't we, Goldie?

Oh, Annie, there's something

I'd like to talk to you about.

If it's about cutting down your income

tax, you're too late.

I'm gonna marry Mr. Lawrence.

How do you like that, Diogenes?

He snatched the right

out from under my nose.

(LAUGHING)