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I wonder what's keeping Claire.

Relax. You'd better enjoy your last

moment as a bachelor.

[Laughter]

Who are those people over there?

Oh, friends of hers, I think, from that

newspaper she worked on.

I wish she'd hurry up.

I'd like to get the

gang back to the newspaper.

Well, that's Claire for you.

Even late at her own wedding.

You know, I really hate the lizard.

What do you mean?

Well, I speak now as her editor.

Not as a disappointed suitor.

Claire'd never make a

newspaperwoman, and you know it.

Oh, I don't know.

She dug up more hot social stuff than

anyone the Tribune had had before.

That takes talent.

Personality hack, my boy. Not talent.

All right. So I

appreciated her personality.

You appreciated it.

I was the one that

brought her to your attention

when she was only an eighteen dollar a

week steno from a hick town.

Remember?

Very touching, Al.

You can put that in your memoirs.

She's marrying Hanuman now.

Listen to the frustrated lovers.

You know, if either of you guys had made

furnaces instead of small talk,

you might be in Hanuman's shoes now.

Half of them are.

We do have memories, don't we, Linn?

Carl Hanuman.

Will there have this

woman to be thy wedded wife,

to live together according to God's

ordinance in the

holiest state of matrimony?

I will.

Claire Cummings.

Will there have this man

to be thy wedded husband,

to live together according to God's

ordinance in the

holiest state of matrimony?

I will.

I now pronounce you Hanuman's wife.

You may kiss the bride.

[music]

June, don't tell me I'm

going to lose another employee.

Don't worry, Mr. Doyle.

I don't even have a boyfriend.

We better go in now and cut the cake.

We'll have to hurry down if

we expect to catch that plane.

I'll be right in.

I just want to say my

goodbyes to a few of the gang.

All right.

Hurry.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Guess who?

Why did you come out here?

Because I love you.

Because you love me?

Claire, you-- you're crazy.

Don't you know what

those words meant in there?

Let no man put us under.

No one can put us under left, you and me.

I'm not a good figure, you are.

Except that you make everything add up to

spell Claire, don't you?

No, darling.

You're getting a sadistic kick out of

having me at your

wedding, me and the others.

But there are no others.

Only you.

I'll think about you and my honeymoon.

I'll write you.

Miss Mila?

I know you both will be very happy.

I beg your pardon.

I go.

I'm ready with my camera, Mr. Hanuman.

I've been looking for Mrs. Hanuman.

You haven't seen her, have you?

I believe you'll find her on the terrace.

Carl.

Why aren't you entertaining the gift?

I've been waiting for you, my dear.

I was detained.

On the terrace?

Don't you think you're being a little

affectionate for a newly married woman?

Darling, you're a great

big old suspicious bear.

That was only less friends.

And?

It was nothing.

Just offended goodbye kiss.

Les did so much to help me

with my newspaper career.

Why, he's like a brother.

You're the only man for me, darling.

Ever.

They're waiting for us.

Shall we cut the cake?

Here.

Come on, little boy.

One more.

One more.

One more.

That's him up.

[chatter]

Wow.

What did he pay?

$10.

$80 for two.

That's not bad.

I win $540.

Claire, you mean to say you

bet $100 on that horse to win?

Of course.

In these places, you have

to spend money to make money.

You see now, I'll put $500

in the second race high yield.

Come on.

Wait.

Wait.

That's being foolish.

You only out $100 if I do lose.

It isn't the money.

It's the principle of the thing.

Principle?

Carl, I don't understand you.

With all you have--

I've worked hard with what I have.

Oh, I don't mean to be a tightwad.

A little bet for fun is all right.

But I have too much respect for money to

throw it away on horses.

Of course you're right.

It was foolish on me to bet so much.

Forgive me.

Of course.

Now, excuse me.

I want to go cash these in.

[music playing]

Hello, darling.

Miss me?

Back so soon, Carl.

Whoa, I went to the barbershop.

Who are you riding to?

June Taylor.

You remember.

Miss Burns' secretary.

She was at our wedding.

Do you want to read some of the awful

things I said about you?

It's hard for me to

believe that I'm so lucky

as to have a woman

like you in love with me.

True, darling.

Every word of it.

I'm sorry, Claire.

Right, darling, Melissa.

To June, huh?

Things are beginning to make sense now.

Carl, darling.

So that was a good bite kiss.

You gave less Burns.

Well?

Well, what do you want me to say?

Nothing.

There's nothing you can say, I guess.

I'm only glad I found out about it now.

Carl, what are you going to do?

I'm going back to San Francisco.

We're through. But what am I going to do, Carl?

I don't care what you do.

So I have no money.

Thanks to your great generosity.

I was that up for the week's hotel bill.

You've got that money from a racetrack.

Live on that.

You'll not get another cent from me.

Oh, no.

I wouldn't be too sure of that.

I'm your wife, Carl.

There are community property laws in this state. I'm not sure of that. I'm not sure of that. I'm your wife, Carl. There are community

property laws in this state.

It won't be that easy.

It'll be very easy when I show this

letter to the judge.

And I'm starting divorce

proceedings in the morning.

Oh, Carl, darling,

let's talk this thing over.

It's so silly.

Get out of my way before I forget myself.

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Would you please connect

me with the house physician?

Hello, Dr. Hastings.

This is Mrs. Carl Hademann, by the way.

Could you please leave a

prescription for some sleeping

tablets for me at the drugstore?

I'll be needing them right away.

I'm turning them early.

No.

No, that won't be necessary.

I'm going out for a bite to eat.

I'll pick them up later.

Thank you.

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I want a new set of plugs in 42.

OK, Blackie.

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Are you Mr. Tellen?

Yeah.

I must reach San Francisco by tonight.

I want to be back by morning.

Can you make it?

I can make it up and back if--

Yes, what?

This weather holds out,

and my fee is big enough.

How much will it cost?

400 bucks.

Why, Friar, I said four.

I know you said four.

I never made this trip.

You never saw me.

Understand?

Sure.

Sure, I don't even

want to know your name.

I'm glad we understand each other.

Perfect.

Now, if you wait over

there, we'll be ready to leave

in a few minutes.

Hey, Jack, roll out 41

and let's warm it up.

All right.

[music playing]

Room service, please. Hello. This is Mrs. Carl Hanneman, and I'm here to help you.

Good morning, Mrs. Hanneman.

Good morning, Victor.

You see, I think I'll take some orange

juice and toast, coffee.

That'll be all. How was the ball game?

Well, it was no ball game.

It was a track meet.

It's well done nothing.

This all the mail today?

Yes.

By the way, I meant to ask you sooner,

but I'm going to have a

little dinner party tonight

for a couple I know.

You're invited if

you're not doing anything.

Sure.

What's the occasion? They're going to be married soon. They're all from the beginning. Married?

Then the trouble will really start.

[phone ringing]

Mr. Burns office.

Long distance calling Mrs. Hanneman.

Hello, Clay.

Hello, Les.

I'm so glad I caught you at the office.

How's the animal?

It was interrupted. Carl had to go back east yesterday. Business is not a good thing. It's a good thing. It was interrupted.

Carl had to go back east yesterday.

Business, he said.

He wanted me to stay

overweight from here, but I'm not.

I'm coming back to San Francisco tonight.

Do you think that's sensible?

Of course not.

But I'll see you again.

Look, I want you to

arrange a plane ticket for me.

Reservations are so

hard to get at this end,

it'll be easy for you.

All right, Claire.

I'll take care of it tomorrow.

Tomorrow won't do.

I'm coming home tonight.

Okay, I'll wire you back on the top.

I know you would help me.

You sure need me at the airport.

I can hardly wait to see you.

Goodbye, Les.

Goodbye, Claire.

June, get a hold of the hacked oil.

I haven't given you a reservation on the

8 o'clock plane out

of Los Angeles tonight.

It's from Mrs. Hanneman.

Are you planning to meet her?

Yeah.

Oh, I guess I'll have to cancel our

dinner party tonight.

It doesn't matter.

Apparently Claire can get anything she

wants out of anybody at any time.

Can't she?

I never thought I'd be back

with you so soon, darling.

It's wonderful.

It's crazy.

Then why did you meet me?

I don't know.

I do.

Because you still

love me, don't you, Les?

I'll get over it.

I helped Carl stay in New

York for a long, long time.

That seems a bit odd.

He didn't arrange his business affairs so

they wouldn't

interfere with his honeymoon.

Yes, I thought so, too.

You certain you and

Hanneman didn't have some trouble?

What kind of trouble

could we possibly have had?

A quarrel of some kind.

Perhaps over us.

Now, wouldn't that be ridiculous?

Getting him some reason to doubt me so

soon after we're married?

What do you think you're doing now?

You don't feel sorry for Carl, do you?

No. No, I don't.

But I should.

Look, let's forget all about him.

For a few days, anyway.

Take me home, I'll change, and you can

take me out to supper.

Claire, I'd rather not go to the house.

But I must, fresh enough, darling.

I really must.

You want me to be beautiful, don't you?

Just for you?

You are, Pouvoir.

Wait in there, darling.

I'll be down in a minute.

Come here.

Come on, darling.

Left, what is it?

Ah, it's right here.

Carl.

Suicide.

The pouvoir.

Oh, poor Carl.

Claire, I thought you

said he'd gone to New York.

That's what he told me.

I don't understand it.

Why should he do such a terrible thing?

He probably knows as

much about that as anyone.

It's going to be one of the

first things the police ask you.

You can't stay here, darling. I'll take

you over to Hackdoyles.

Where'd you tell him?

I'm going to be there. Where'd you tell him?

Police headquarters, please.

I thought of you and Hackd right away,

Mamie, and brought her over here.

I hope you can put her up for tonight.

Oh, of course. You can stay

as long as you like, Claire.

Thank you, Mamie. You're very kind.

Just too incredible.

If he'd had any earthly

reasons, we were so happy.

So very happy.

Enough.

Yeah, Claire's going to

stay with us for two days.

I'm good. Plenty of room.

Police are over there now. Merdek said

he'd stop by here later.

You sure it was suicide?

Fairly sure.

The man in Hanneman's position, a

beautiful wife, and all that money?

Don't get it.

I don't either.

Oh, hello, Bill. Come

on. How are you, Hack?

Mm-hmm.

Hello, Claire.

Hello, Bill.

Sorry this had to happen to you.

Sit down, Captain. How

about a cup of coffee?

Thanks, Miss Doyle.

I won't annoy you for long, Claire. Just

a few questions, routine.

You know how it is.

Of course.

Les gave him most of the

details over the phone.

Your husband, by the way, has been dead

for nearly 24 hours.

Uh, how did this happen that

Burns met you at the airport?

He didn't happen to. I

phoned him from Los Angeles.

How come?

Well, I was arriving late and alone.

I knew Les would pick me up.

Do you have any theory as to why your

husband came to San Francisco

after telling you he

was going to New York?

No. I didn't know

anything about the business.

The gun, of course, was Hanneman's. We

checked the serial number.

Funny there are no

powder burns on the coat.

Bill, the suicide doesn't always press a

gun against his body.

In that case, there would

be no powder burns, I know.

Do you know of any reason why your

husband should have taken his life?

No, I don't.

Anything wrong with his health?

Not that I know of, but that

could have been the reason.

Had you quarreled?

Oh, no. No, we never quarreled.

Believe me, throughout every minute of

our married life, we

were supremely happy.

The entire week, huh?

Well, that's all for now.

I may want to talk with you again later,

if I'm going to be...

- Right here with us. - Thanks.

Uh, Bill, you found

fingerprints on the gun, of course.

I mean, Hanneman's prints.

Ah-ha. Clean as a whistle.

Come on, England.

- Just the guy I wanted

to see. - Yeah, about what?

Well, I've been assigned to do the

follow-up on the Hanneman case.

- Oh, how'd you draw

that? - Oh, I asked for it.

It'd be a dull job, because there's not

going to be any follow-up.

- Just an ordinary

suicide. - Are you kidding?

I never smelled an odor of

fish so strong in my life.

No fingerprints on the gun,

and you'd call it suicide.

So what? What makes you so sure?

Can you give me a good reason for

Hanneman killing himself?

No, I can't. Perhaps he

thought he had a good reason.

And perhaps he didn't.

So meanwhile, if I can

dig up a plausible motive...

Who asked you to dig up a motive,

plausible or otherwise?

I said, if I can dig up a motive, I'm

willing to accept suicide.

But if I can't...

then I will have to be murdered.

Still carrying the

torch for Claire, I am.

Not anymore.

Did somebody sure fix it in a hurry for

you to get Claire again?

That's a nasty crack.

So meanwhile, Tom, walk a straight line.

Now, you'll have people

thinking you took a shot at Hanneman.

- You've got a lot of work to do, Al. -

You're so right, boss.

Sorry, Hack.

How's Claire taking it this morning?

I don't know. She's

still asleep when I left.

Les, I'm worried about this deal.

Police aren't buying any suicide theory.

Is that why you put Herrick on the story?

Maybe. He might dig up a suicide motive. What's your slap? Well, I'm not sure. I'm not sure. But I'm not sure. - Maybe. - You might

dig up a suicide motive.

What's your slap?

Well, uh... Hanneman killed himself.

Nice try, Hack.

You're about as subtle

as a punch in the nose.

You think Hanneman

was murdered, don't you?

Maybe I'm protecting someone.

It's possible.

But I'd like to protect

someone if it isn't suicide.

Like who?

Like you.

Quite a better reason.

Hanneman's death meant that you'd get

Claire back in the million-odd bucks.

That makes sense to a lot of imaginative

characters around this town.

I don't believe it for one second.

But I still think it's safer to sell the

suicide theory if Herrick can dig it up.

Thanks, Hack.

But I didn't do it.

Yeah?

I sent her here.

Send her in.

Was Claire on the job?

Hello, Batson. What's on your mind?

The DA would like to see

you gents in the morning.

It says it's important.

About ten o'clock.

What do you want us for?

Don't you know?

Uh, Mrs. Hanneman's

already got her invitation.

See you tomorrow.

You're certain Mr. Vernon's has to

position you and Mrs. Hanneman found her husband?

That's right.

One more question, Mr. Burns.

Your testimony, the coroner's inquest

said you touched nothing.

That's true.

Then how did you know the man was dead

without feeling his pulse or heart?

Mr. Chalmers, I've been around enough to

know a dead man when I see one.

Especially after twenty-some-odd hours.

You were assumed that Mr. Hanneman

committed suicide. Why?

Well, everything points to suicide.

Not in my assumption, Mr. Burns.

Mrs. Hanneman, you say you saw your

husband alive on Monday afternoon,

and then the following night, which was

Tuesday, you saw him again.

Yes, but he was dead.

I've told you everything.

You don't need a weather beam to see

which way this wind is blowing.

Was it customary for the servants to take

a vacation whenever Mr. Hanneman left on

a trip and leave the house empty?

Well, I don't really know. I didn't give

orders to the servants.

Carl, Mr. Hanneman ran the house. I

hadn't moved in yet.

I see that you also

assumed that this was a suicide.

Naturally, it couldn't

have been anything else.

That's what Mr. Burns said.

According to the police scientific

detection laboratory,

the pistol found near the body was the

one used in the death of your husband.

But they found no powder burns on the

clothes of Mr. Hanneman,

nor fingerprints of any

description on the gun.

Furthermore, it was brought out that Mr.

Hanneman couldn't have fired the gun

because in making certain tests of his

hand for traces of

powder marks, none was found.

Just what are you driving at?

Simply this. Carl Hanneman was murdered.

But unfortunately, I haven't enough

evidence to hold either of you.

You were out of town

and your alibi was proven.

You're free to go.

But let me give you a tip. I'm not buying

any suicide theories, so

the case will remain open.

Still there, Ed. Still on the hatch.

Eric really revels in pouring it on.

Well, it's news. Nobody's been hurt yet.

By person or persons unknown.

Could have been worse.

The DA certainly tried

hard to tag it on somebody.

Tell me, Hack, do you think that...

Well, that Claire could have shot her

husband in some way?

No.

She was in Los Angeles

the night he was killed.

The DA couldn't shake that, and...

Good morning, everybody. I hope I'm

interrupting something important.

Hello, darling. You look

tired. Hello, Hack, dear.

Good morning, Claire. Pleasant surprise.

What can I do for you?

I, uh, came to get my job back.

Starting when?

No.

Well, after all that's happened, don't

you think you should have a little rest?

Rest. Why, working will be the best thing

in the world for me.

It'll keep me from

thinking too much about poor Carl.

Carl, I must carry on. My

life is still ahead of me.

What's the real reason?

Well, I do need a little cash.

I have the house and my clothes,

but I just won't be able to live on the

widow's compensation to call them out me.

You wouldn't want me to have to sell my

clothes in order to eat, would you?

Oh, no. After all, I've...

I've made other

arrangements about your column.

That's Warnock's taking it over.

You are still the boss, Hack.

Less, darling. Wait outside for me.

I'll be out as soon as I've had a

heart-to-heart talk with Hack.

I know. You might as well say yes, Hack.

I've had these heart-to-heart talks.

You will let me stay, won't you, Hack?

Yes, but I was hoping

you wouldn't ask it.

You are, darling.

Listen, Claire. You stick to

the job, and no playing around.

There's enough trouble here

now without you adding to it.

I don't know why you talk like that.

I'm serious about it,

Hack. I'll work hard.

For your sake, I hope you do.

You are, dear. See you later. Well, see you later, Al.

All right.

We'll be your friends.

Yeah. Old friends. Two martinis, please. Chicken salad?

Fine.

Chicken salad for two. Coffee.

Les, do you know a good lawyer?

Yeah, why?

Well, I need one to handle Carl's estate.

What's the matter with Hanneman's ricketer lawyer?

He's an old fuddy, Daddy. Well, I'm not a good lawyer. I'm not a good lawyer. Well, I'm not a good lawyer. I'm not a good lawyer.

You're not a good lawyer.

You're not a good lawyer. Oh, I'm not a good lawyer.

I don't think I can trust you to take

care of my interests.

You might try Lawrence Carson.

He specializes in probate work.

Carson? Good.

I'll call him tomorrow.

Do I know that man over there?

You should. It's Stanley Mason.

Our paper's backing him for Congress.

Of course.

I figure that guy every time I see him,

he's with a different girl.

Oh?

Oh, we'll have four Manhattan's.

Make them half French and half Italian,

and we'll order later.

I'll look after them

personally, Mr. Mason. Thank you.

Stanley, isn't that that

Hanuman woman over there?

Yeah, she's very attractive, isn't she?

Well, she likes the type.

How wouldn't he be a good

man to handle the estate?

No, no, he's too tied up

with his election campaign.

What are his chances,

Les? I'm going to Washington.

Pretty good. Go on.

That makes him important. I've got to

have someone with influence.

He looks like the kind of a man who could

get things done quickly.

Capable enough, I suppose. Probably make

a good representative.

Personally, I just don't go for it.

I want you to introduce me to him.

You can do better.

Oh, darling, don't be

stubborn. I want to meet you.

When you want something, you want it

right now, don't you?

You know what I really want, Les?

I know. The final name like

Hanuman is Carlo de Daller's.

Social position. The tops.

You're forgetting the

most important thing.

Am I?

That's just the frame.

You have a picture in that frame.

What's that about a frame?

Sergeant Benson, won't you join us?

No, but Burns here can join me.

Been looking all over for you.

The captain wants to

have a little chat. Now.

What is this, a pinch?

No, just an

interview. It won't take long.

It's too bad you couldn't have found me

at 10 o'clock this morning.

I was in a dentist

chair. I'm sorry, Claire.

It's all right, darling.

I'll wait for you here.

Violet.

Violet.

Hello, Al.

Don't tell me they

finally grabbed Les for murder.

Wouldn't you like to hear me say yes?

Yes.

Well, don't stop the presses. Yet.

You're the most composed game I ever saw.

I'll give a hoot whether

this case ever gets solved.

But of course I do. Really?

Say, Al, how well do

you know Stanley Mason?

Quite well, I. I've

planted some of his propaganda.

You can do me a favor. A

big favor. I want to meet him.

Mike, do you do the idea?

I remember I once introduced you to a

fellow by the name of Les Burns.

He properly lost you.

Stan.

Hello, Al.

Say, I have a young lady over

here who'd like to meet you.

Just take a minute.

All right. Excuse me.

Claire, this is Stanley

Mason. This is Hanuman.

I'm so glad to meet you, Mr. Mason.

How do you do, Mrs. Hanuman?

Won't you sit down?

Sorry, I can stay for the minute.

I know you're thinking a lot of forward,

but being an attorney, you

can understand my predicament.

I'm desperately needed someone to

administer my late husband's affairs.

I thought perhaps you could help me.

Well, I hadn't intended on taking out any

more work this summer.

My campaign requires some attention.

However, supposing you come to my office

at, say, four o'clock, we

can at least talk it over.

Oh, thank you. I would appreciate it.

Here's the address. So, until then...

Thank you, Al.

Don't mention it.

I found him, Cap. Right where I expected.

With a grease-stricken widow.

Only if she's grief-stricken...

Get out, Skip it.

Bless my boy. Have a seat.

Last time it was hello, Burns.

Today it's less, my boy.

What do you want?

You know, I just wanted

to chin a bit, will you?

Oh? I didn't know I was that interesting.

You live out in a Hanuman

neighborhood, don't you?

No, and you know it.

But you go out to that

neighborhood quite often, don't you?

Yeah, so what? To visit France.

Oh, sure, that's right.

There's Hack Doyle and his wife.

June Taylor. Say

there's a clever little girl.

You're Secretary, huh?

Since when have you become

so interested in my Secretary?

I thought you were a happily married man.

Weren't you out in that neighborhood

tonight Hanuman was shot?

On the night?

No, I wasn't.

I played gin rummy with

the boys in the press room.

Went home to bed about ten o'clock.

You read the testimony, did the checking.

Come on, Murdoch. What's

on your so-called mind?

From here, we can't find

any record of where you were.

Between ten o'clock and

eight the next morning,

when you had breakfast

at Drake's Coffee Shop.

Nobody saw you around

your apartment house.

Nothing so strange about that.

People of mine, they rode

mine in their own business.

I spent the night sleeping.

You got an edgy temper today, Les.

You aren't worried

about anything, are you?

I'm annoyed.

Until you and the DA get this thing

settled, nobody will get any rest.

We may have the answer

quicker than you think.

The police expect to apprehend the

criminal within 24 hours.

Shall I quote that?

You can write out the gags, Burns.

You've been crazy about Claire

for a long time, haven't you?

That's right. You thought

she was going to marry you.

Then she married Hanuman.

It must have been quite a

jolt. I won't deny that either.

So you must have been pretty sore at

Hanuman for beating your time.

All right, I suppose I was.

You know, Burns, you've given out with

all the motives a man

needs for killing another.

You don't need notice,

Murdoch. You need evidence.

Evidence?

You just told me that you were near the

Hanuman home last Monday night.

I wasn't.

And how do you account for your cigarette

case being found on the Hanuman garden,

still wet from Monday night's rain?

I don't have to account for anything.

To throw cold water on your mastermind, I

tossed that away right after the wedding.

Anything else you want to know?

No. That's enough.

Next time, be more careful

when you talk to the captain.

Listen, Mr. Benson, I've heard the

captain's feeding's

or you as a rest mate.

And I can sue and you'll be back writing

tickets for Jay Walker's.

You rent that stool by the month?

What? What?

Where's the winner?

Oh, Claire isn't here.

She had an appointment.

Did she get back to the paper?

Uh-huh. Now, about this time, she should

be walking into the intersection

with that courageous and fearless

champion of the people's rights.

That distinguished candidate for the

Congress of these United States.

Mr. Stanley Mason, you sound like you're

on Stanley's payroll.

I introduce them.

You seem to have a

talent for that sort of thing.

Thank you.

I believe that's all the information I

need, Mrs. Hanneman.

I can't possibly find words to express my

gratitude and your concern to help me.

Oh, believe me, it's a pleasure.

A little pressure in the right places

should settle a matter quickly for you.

Thank you again and

good luck in the election.

Thank you.

I suppose you'll be leaving for

Washington immediately if you do win.

Yes. If I win.

You will. I know you will.

Well, I really must be going.

Can't I drop you off somewhere?

I'm sorry. Not this evening.

Mr. Burns is taking me home. He's the

gentleman you saw me with today.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Perhaps we can have dinner and talk some

more about your problems.

Splendid. Goodbye.

Look, Claire, don't you think you ought

to stay over an act

while it's been longer?

It might be unpleasant.

Oh, don't be ridiculous. Come on.

Oh, Robert.

Good evening.

Good evening, Mrs. Hanneman.

We weren't expecting you home.

We've made no arrangements for dinner.

I've had dinner. Please

take my bags to my room.

And you and Christine take the evening

off. I shan't be needing you.

Thank you. Oh, Mrs. Hanneman, I just wish

to say on behalf of Christine and myself

that we're pleased that you're home.

And we'll do everything

we can to make you happy.

Why, thank you, Robert.

Well, come in, darling.

You are afraid of Carl's ghost, are you?

You'll never be happy here, Claire.

Nonsense. I've done a little refinishing.

Well, that ought to help a little.

Les, what did Murdoch want with you?

He had an idea I might have paid a visit

to your Monday night.

You didn't, did you?

Of course not.

It also seems I had a

motive to kill Carl.

Of course you did.

If you were that kind of a person.

Murdoch told me fishing.

Well, he knows I've been in

love with you for a long time.

I told him.

You told him?

Why not? It's true.

You want them to keep working on you, so

they'll stay away from me.

That's it, isn't it?

Yeah, that's it.

I said I'd stand by.

And you have.

And I love you the most, Mark.

You know I do love

you, don't you, darling?

I think you do, Claire.

You know, peculiar mixed-ups all the way.

I never should have married Carl.

I didn't really love him.

But he offered so much.

Things I never had.

But that's all over now.

Oh, it's not all over.

And it won't be until

they find his murder.

They will.

And there'll be

nothing to keep so far again.

Ever.

Claire, if I can only

sell myself on that.

You've got to, Les. You've got to.

[music]

That little tidbit straight from the

horse's mouth brings us

to the 3-0 mark for today.

See you around about this

time tomorrow, Les Burns.

You're pretty sharp today.

That's the best call

you've done in two weeks.

Thanks.

You say so, it must be all right.

Hi, Pat.

Hello, Harry.

Um, you hear about your girl thing?

They dragged her in and say, uh, Murdoch

and the DA gave her quite a going over.

The lawyer's charging to the rescue list.

Uh, Stanley Mason

already beats it to her.

What do they want with her, Al?

Well, it seems they had a hunch.

Claire made a fast round trip into town

tonight to help the joint's ancestors.

It seems they fought her alibi about

being in L.A. the

whole time with the bunk.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

What?

Well, you'd know more

about it than anyone.

June, put that through, please.

Okay, Al.

You're so much smarter

than Murdoch's village.

Well, I'm not saying I'm smarter, but I

do know Claire better

than he does, and I know you.

Meaning what?

Claire never lost any interest in you

before, during, or after her marriage.

And that doesn't prove it happened?

With all that warmth in it, Stake, this

whole thing could have been

planned weeks ago by both of you.

I'm set up with your dirty

cracks. Now, get out of here!

Wait a minute!

Look, Junior, one of these days I'm going

to be too late, and you're

not going to have any teeth.

Mm-hmm. You're so right, boss.

What's wrong, Lance?

Nothing to forget it.

Do you want it?

If anybody wants me,

I'm gone for the day.

Have one for me, too.

Where's Miss Hanneman? I've

got to see her. Is she in?

Well, yes. But she's

going out. This is important.

What's the trouble, Lance?

Oh, I've been trying to

find you all afternoon.

You didn't get back to

the paper. Where were you?

I was the stent. Oh, Mr. Mason. We were

talking over this stage.

Oh. It's like you got

some more talking to do.

It's really only business, Lance. Come

in, but I can only see you for a moment.

You've taken on quite a

package tonight, haven't you, Lance?

No, I've had a few drinks.

No word, Renard.

I'm thinking things. Crazy things.

Not me? Yes, you.

Murdoch and the DA asking

you all those questions.

Nothing to be disturbed about.

I'm not so sure.

Why do you say that?

Were you in this room Monday night?

What? You know I wasn't.

I don't know anything.

I wouldn't lie to you. Have I ever left?

Claire, there's only two people who could have profited by Hanneman's death.

I'm one of them. You're the F.

Why, how dare you

come in here accusing me?

You only married Hanneman for this. You

admitted it a dozen times.

But I didn't kill him. How can you even

think it? I didn't kill him.

I didn't say you did.

But if you know

anything, you've got to tell me.

Were you in this room Monday night?

No.

You might have come in and

seen someone. I've got to know.

Stop taking me.

Then tell me the truth.

Let go of me.

I thought you were going to stand by me.

Why, you're drunk. I'm only trying to help you and me.

Ha. Help me.

You're accusing me of murder.

How do I know you didn't kill him?

You were in town.

Whatever.

I have as much right

to accuse as you have.

But I'm not accusing you.

Get out of this house.

I once said I couldn't figure you out.

I can now.

You're not a normal woman.

You're not a normal woman. You're not a normal woman.

You're not warm.

You're cold, like ice.

Yeah.

Like ice.

It's a long day.

Get out of here.

[music playing]

Oh, I thought it was--

Hello, Mrs. Hanneman.

I don't believe I know you.

Sure.

Sure you do.

Let me come in.

We get all credit.

Besides--

In there.

Now, what do you want?

I saw your picture and paper.

I found out who you were.

I figured we could make a deal.

Deal?

I was going to call on you last night,

but you had company, and

I had to see you alone.

What kind of a deal?

Seems that plane ride last Monday night

returned big dividend.

I paid you to forget me.

I thought I could trust you.

Sure.

Sure you can trust me.

But it's hard to forget

murder for any hundred bucks.

Why, you dirty double--

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

I don't like that word.

All right.

We'll forget what happened to Hanneman.

I'll go along with you and that suicide

story that is providing

as a little consideration

of, let's say, 50 grand.

$50,000?

Why, I don't have that kind of money.

This estate's in probate.

I won't receive a thing for months. I can wait.

But in the meantime, I'll take this.

I know an old man

who'll lend me money on it.

All right.

All right.

Just don't come near this house again.

But I will keep in touch with you.

Quick.

Out the terrace door.

And don't forget Mrs. Hanneman.

I'm not kidding about that $50,000.

I'll get it, Robert.

Yes, ma'am.

Stanley, darling.

Thank you.

Well, he hasn't been out of time to--

Oh, I hope nothing's happened to him.

Well, I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. Oh, I hope nothing's happened to him.

He'll turn up when he runs down or runs

out and go for drinks.

Say, you write his

column all by yourself?

Somebody had it to us.

I hope it's Mr. Prince.

Good.

Nice of you to cover for him, too.

Do you really think he's all right?

Sure, sure.

I'll find him later.

Don't worry about Les.

He's probably getting

more poison out of his system

than he is into it.

I hope.

Oh.

Oh, Jill.

Oh.

If you can give me

another hand, will you?

This one's not going to do me much good.

You certainly had a

little trip for yourself.

Well, I guess so.

What day is it?

Tuesday.

Holy mackerel.

What happened to Sunday and Monday?

I took care of him for you.

Oh, you would?

I'm not sure of him. He'd be a real good man, I guess. He would be a real good man. Oh, you would?

Who found me, Hackdaw?

No, Claire.

Claire?

Mm-hmm.

You were trying to convince the doorman

at the top of the mark to

let you run on the roof.

It was the only way to the moon.

Oh, brother. The moon?

Looks like I wanted

more than a little trip.

Here, drink this.

It'll make you feel better.

Guess I've been a horribly example, huh?

You no doubt thought you had a

big reason for getting tight.

I had to get away from something.

Something wasn't good for me.

Uh, have any luck?

I don't know.

I'm never going through this

again. I can assure you of that.

June.

Well, I guess I'd better

get back to the office.

Well, thanks a lot for

looking after me, June.

I'll be down after a

while, if I can make it.

Don't hurry.

I'm sorry.

Liz, I wonder which

hangover you'll recover from first.

I thought we were all washed up, Claire.

Liz, for everything I said the other

night, I'm terribly sorry.

I guess I was a little mixed up myself.

Forgive me, darling.

I must have been out of my mind to say

such awful things to you.

I realized the truth later.

You were afraid

probably because you loved me.

That was it, wasn't it?

Yeah, maybe it was.

I just couldn't believe that...

Look, let's forget all about it.

We know there's nothing to worry about.

There never was.

We know that, don't we, Liz?

Sure, Claire.

Sure.

Come on.

Here's to our new congressman.

May your career be long and successful.

Thank you, darling.

Jeff, but aren't you both a bit early?

I only wish I could be a sure of my

future in psychiatry.

You can be of your future in Washington.

Doctor, you were analyzing me at dinner,

the workings of my mind.

You go on. It's very interesting.

I've never been psychoanalyzed before,

and your deductions amaze me.

Claire, I warn you, if Jeff continues,

you'll have to convince your bathy.

Simply because your father

ran away with another woman,

and your mother was

relegated to hard work.

Stanley doesn't quite believe in the

powers of psychoanalysis, Mrs. Hanneman.

But if either of you could spend a day in

my office listening

to some of my patients,

you'd see the logic of my deductions.

Or any psychiatrist, for that matter.

Oh, don't mind

Stanley's cynicism, Doctor.

Yes, Robert.

Tell a phone for Mr. Mason.

- Excuse me. - Certainly.

I was telling you at dinner that I

believed that money, clothes,

adulation, etc. was a necessity with you.

But some people are impelled towards an

objective without even

consciously knowing why.

Is there something

criminal in my being ambitious?

Why, no, criminal. Of course not.

Unless your ambitions

take a perverse form,

then you'll stop at nothing, right or

wrong, to get what you want.

They say the female of the species is

deadlier than the male.

- Go on, Doctor. -

Sorry to interrupt, darling.

As my campaign manager, he arranged a

last-minute radio interview for tonight.

I'll have to leave.

You can drop me off

downtown, Stanley. I'll get my coat.

All right. Will you forgive me, darling?

Of course, honey. I'm so proud of you.

I almost forgot the good news.

I had lunch with the DA this noon.

It looks like Hanuman's murder is going

to be filed away into crimes unsolved.

Is there opinion that it must

have been done by a thugler?

Oh, I'm so glad, really.

Now I'll be able to go with you to

Washington with a clear conscience.

Say, you haven't told any of your friends

about our plans, have you?

- Oh, no, of course not. - Good. We'll

surprise them tomorrow night.

Yes, we certainly will.

- Ready? - Yes, thank you.

- Good night, Claire. - Good night.

Mrs. Hanuman, please don't take my mentor

probing too seriously.

You're a very charming hostess.

So don't worry.

- I never worry. Good night. - Good night.

Hello. Yes, this is Mrs. Hanuman.

That's all right, Roberts. I'll take it.

Hello? Who?

How dare you call me here?

I had to. I'm in a jam. I need some

dough, and you've got to help me.

This date isn't settled yet. I told you I

don't have any money.

Don't give me that. You're a smart girl.

If you haven't got it, you

know where you can find it.

I need at least a couple

of grand now and tonight.

Or else I go to the cops.

I've got nothing to lose.

I have about 700 cash in my jewelry.

All right. Bring it along.

Leave at the end of the Old Valley Road.

Be there in 20 minutes.

- Did anybody follow you? - No.

- And stop being nervous.

- I'm not nervous. You are.

All right. Give me this stuff, and let's

see if I can use it.

These look all right.

Now get into the

bookies for a couple of grand.

They're bad little men.

I've been stalling.

Tonight they told me, "Pay off or else."

They wouldn't kill you for $2,000.

They'd kill for a lot less.

That's why I had to put the bite on you.

Thanks, Mrs. Hanneman.

I wouldn't double-cross anybody.

That's not unless I had to.

I wouldn't double-cross

anybody either, Plaki.

Unless I had to.

[music]

The first returns have been

received from the 12th precinct.

Mason, 311.

Jeffers, 282.

And Allen, 91.

That just about cinches it.

If I can do that well in the

10th, I can carry them all.

My gratitude's oil.

Without your paper and back it from me, I

wouldn't have had a chance.

Think nothing of it, Mr. Mason?

We're glad we backed the right man.

Well, it looks like you're in this

meeting. Congratulations.

Seen less than Claire yet tonight?

No, I guess she's waiting

to make her grand entrance.

That's about a hundred times

you've asked for them, huh?

What's good?

Uh, nothing?

[crowd chattering]

Mr. Doyle.

Looks like we have a new congressman.

Yes, it does.

I'm sure he's going to be a good one.

I hope so. We backed him.

Hello, Claire.

Hi, Les.

Hi, Hack.

Well, good evening, Claire.

You look stunning, as usual.

Thank you, Senator.

Oh, hello, Les. Thanks

for being clear for me.

Um, big night, huh?

In third place is Jeffers with 162,

Allen with 142,

and Mason 300 even.

That's how big it is.

Come on, Claire. I

wanted to meet some folks.

You'll find drinks in there.

Look, Les, there's something on my mind.

I want to tell you about it.

Uh, you better have a drink first.

Sure.

Hi, folks. How's the brawl?

Well, at least the liquor's good.

Well, Juney, aren't you

a pretty thing tonight?

Well, it's about time you noticed me.

The trouble with you men is you always

have ink in your eyes

down at the office.

[laughing]

Have a fresh one?

No, thank you. This will do.

Claire.

Hmm?

I'll talk to you for a minute.

Excuse us.

What gifts?

Uh...

Did you come with Claire tonight?

No.

I came with my Aunt

Martha from Penobscot.

No, I'm serious.

Use our equipment with me.

You better get her out of your system.

Look right now.

What are you talking about?

Things are fine with us now.

She couldn't be sweeter.

You should have seen her earlier,

helping me get things ready for that

little party up at my place tonight.

How about a speech, Mr.

Mason? We haven't had one.

Come on, Stanley.

Yeah, give us a speech.

That's all I need.

Now, wait a minute.

Speech? All right.

If you want a speech, you shall have it.

Ladies and gentlemen, I

want to introduce to you

a very lovely young woman, better known

to you as Claire Cummings.

I am happy to announce

that she's bestowed upon me

the great honor of

consenting to become my wife.

Good morning.

This is a dirty, low-down trip,

but I'm glad it's happened.

Someday I'll tell you what.

(indistinct chatter)

All the better words

in the world, my dear.

That was quite a

speech you made, Stanley.

Surprised, Jeffrey?

Are you going to congratulate us, doctor?

It's customary.

I hate to take you away

at this moment, Stanley,

but there's something I

must talk to you about.

It's important.

But of course, Jeffrey.

Excuse us.

I know you'll enjoy living in Washington.

When do you plan to have the wedding?

You're not looking me like that, darling.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see you alone.

Sure. Not a husband in sight.

Dead or alive?

I didn't have a chance to explain.

No one can put us as Sunday less.

You and me.

It was more effective last time with

wedding music, remember?

Oh, you're cruel.

I didn't mean to hurt you,

and you are hurt, aren't you?

That's how much you bother me now.

Not a quiver.

What about your heart?

Claire Cummings, Hannah, the mace.

Now, this keeps up.

You won't be able to get your

initials on your silverware.

I can't help but less.

I do love you, but you could never give

me the things I must have.

Money, importance.

With me, there are a necessity.

Oh, stop it, Claire.

You're like a poison.

Take a little bit and you're finished.

But too much becomes an antidote.

All right, darling.

But if we've really come to the end...

Stanley.

Divine Burns, I'd like to say something

to my fiancée alone.

Not at all, Mr. Mace.

Not at all.

Go right ahead.

The congratulations are hardly over

before I find you in the

arms of your old sweetheart.

That was a stupid remark.

I had to say something to him, didn't I?

She didn't tell him earlier.

You said you were going to?

Well, I couldn't find the words.

Is that why you're angry?

Oh, darling, let's not quarrel.

We can do that after we're married.

There isn't going to be any marriage.

What are you saying?

I'm afraid we've made a mistake.

You can't mean that.

What do my friends think?

I couldn't stand a humiliation.

No, you get over it.

As quickly as you did

your other marriage.

Why are you talking this way?

What did that phony doctor tell you?

That's not important.

We've made a mistake.

Now, let's forget it, shall we?

But you can't throw me over.

I've looked forward. I've planned.

You're taking me to Washington with you.

Away from these people, these memories.

I've got to go with you, Stanley.

No, I'm sorry it's final.

You ought to see a doctor, Claire.

A doctor like Jeff.

I looked for you at the

party after he talked to me.

He merely wanted to ask you something.

Doyle told me where I'd find you, but I

didn't believe him either.

The finding you hear proves many things.

You're not well, Claire.

All right.

I didn't mean to crack up.

At least we could have a

farewell drink together.

No hard feelings, really.

Why don't you think so twice?

I must say you're being regular about it.

♪ (ominous music)

- Claire!

- What have you done?

- I did nothing.

- You killed him, S.

- I killed him?

- Don't you remember?

You came in just a few minutes ago.

You saw us talking.

You looked funny, crazy.

You said you were going to kill Stanley

because he stole me from you.

So you picked up the knife

and you...you stabbed him.

- You're out of your mind.

- No, not.

- Insane.

- No, no, I saw you do it.

You dropped the knife

and you ran off the door.

I tried to stop you.

Came in just a few minutes later.

Right now.

- You murdering little idiot.

- Let go!

- You want Alistair to see the election!

You're going to be gonna go!

- We'll be getting all

the glitter right there.

- Oh, you see, Doctor, the evidence is

really stacked against Les Burns.

I and the others feel that he's

absolutely innocent.

Now I asked you down here to see if there

wasn't something you could do to help us

prove Les is innocent

and Claire is guilty.

Because just as sure as my name is Hack

Doyle, she's framed.

- I agree with you 100%.

I am positive that Mrs. Hanneman killed

Stanley, but because of her testimony,

and finding the knife in Les's hand when

you arrive at the scene,

the police could come

to only one conclusion.

- Surely there's something you can do to

help him. He's innocent. I know he is.

- Look, you were once connected with a

big city police department.

And you must have run

across cases of this sort.

I know now that Claire Cummings is a

nerf. I ever saw one.

- Yes, you're right, Mr. Herrick. I'll at

least have a try at it.

I'm just as interested in finding

Stanley's murderer as you are improving

Mr. Burns's innocence.

Now I have a plan that

might break her down.

- Well, good morning, Dr. Kippinger. To

what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?

- It's no pleasure for me,

Mrs. Hanneman, I assure you.

I just came to ask one question.

Why did you kill Stanley Mason?

- What?

How ridiculous you are, Doctor.

- Am I?

You see, I had a talk with Stanley last

night concerning your betrothed order,

and advised him against it.

It's safe to assume that when he came to

tell you that there

wouldn't be any marriage,

you killed him in a fit of anger,

and then concocted a

story to implicate Mr. Burns.

- The most absurd

accusation I ever heard.

You seem to forget that Les Burns'

fingerprints were found on the knife,

and that he was seen

standing with it in his hand.

But please have all the facts, Doctor.

- Not all of them.

- All they need to convict Les Burns?

Do you mind if I finish my column?

- No. Why no.

- I suppose you'll tell

the police I killed Stanley,

and give them that fantastic story to

back up your accusations.

- It won't sound so

fantastic to them, Mrs. Hanneman.

I discovered one or two

other flaws in your story.

- They'll laugh at you.

Insane, absurd.

- Oh, you're wrong.

You see, I've spent my life yelling into

distorted minds like yours.

I worked for the police for many years as

a consulting psychiatrist.

- You sound more like a doctor than a doctor. - I'm not a doctor. You sound more like a hypnotist.

And I'm quite fed up

with your insane theories.

Now, Doctor, looking for something, eh?

- Police are on their way.

- Police?

What for?

Oh.

I see the three of

you dreamed this one up.

Well, as long as you're

going to have me arrested,

you might as well read my last column.

Go ahead, read it, Hack.

Read it out loud.

- I killed Stanley Mason.

I killed Carl Hanneman.

I killed Blackie Tallum.

- You didn't know about Blackie, did you?

You hid that story on page five.

Unsolved robbery and slaying.

- I killed Stanley Mason because he no

longer wanted to marry me.

Stanley Mason was the

top of the ladder for me.

The top rung.

I had money.

And now I was going to have position.

He was taking me to Washington with him.

I could leave then without

making the police suspicious.

He could have heard me, wasn't he?

- Why did you frame less burns?

- Why?

Because he caught me

with blood on my hands.

Because at last even he had discarded me.

I never loved any of them.

You, Al, Hanneman, Mason.

But, Les, I wanted to hang on to him.

He was of no use to me,

but I couldn't let him go.

Maybe I did love him.

- Hello.

Is this coming?

No, she's out.

- Wow.

I'm glad you confessed,

because you never could have gotten away

with it much longer.

- I would have, but to

per you, Dr. Clippinger.

You and your slimy scientific snooping.

As soon as you came in, I realized it was

you who turned Stanley Mason against me.

You sent him to his

death just as much as I.

- Sit down, Cor.

- Why, but for you, I'd have everything I

ever wanted in life.

I hated you because you were the first

man who ever saw inside my mind.

And I'm going to kill you.

- Let go of my arm!

- You were a little late, Murnau.

- Well, this is probably better this way.

I can scarcely believe it.

The woman is beautiful as that.

- You didn't know her very well.

- None of us really know her very well.

She wanted me to

leave on a good newspaper.