All language subtitles for Appointment-with-a-Shadow_1957_English-ELSUBTITLE.COM-ST_71128134

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Do something for you?

- Come on.

Come on!
- Hey. No, cut it out.

- Hey! He ain't hurting no-one.

Okay, Lieutenant, but take it easy.

Mr. Baxter's a friend of mine. I've known him a long time.

- So have I. What's he owe you?

- 6.5o.

- Keep it.

- Can I help you with him?

- I can handle him.

Come on.

Do you mind if I say

I'm glad this is the last time I'm gonna have to do this?

- Bring him in here, Spence.

- [Spencer] Look at him.

Paul Baxter and cleans sheets.

They just don't add up, do they, sis?

- Shower and a shave will help.

- It'll take a lot more than a shower and a shave

to make anything add up for him again.

- You just don't have any faith in him at all.

Do you, Spence?

- Penny, I got more faith in these guys

than most people have.

In fact, I got so much faith in him, I can predict exactly

what'll happen when you clean him up and turn him loose.

He'll go get drunk again.

- Anybody deserves another chance.

- We got him another chance on every newspaper in town.

- Well, he still needs help.

- Oh, come on, sis.

Why don't you just settle for being a good newspaper woman,

till the the right guy comes along, huh?

- He is the right guy.

- Yeah, the top reporter in a town of 25,

and he's an alcoholic bum before he's 30.

You call that right?

- You made me a promise, Spence.

- Oh, I know. I know.

I just don't wanna see you throw your life away.

I wanna see you happy. That's all.

- Then keep your promise.

I love him.

- All right. You love him.

But you're my sister. I happen to love you.

Believe me, that's the only reason

I'm going through with this deal.

It took me a long time to make lieutenant, you know.

I could be back pounding a beat in 30 seconds,

if the department found out what I'm up to.

So, I think maybe that gives me a right to make you promise.

Look, if he goofs this one up,

you've seen him for the last time.

I mean it, Penny.

I want you to promise me this is the end of the line.

- It's the end of the line.

- Gotcha.

- You look terrible.

- I look terrible.

I feel terrible.

I need a drink.

- You need a shower and a shave.

- Penny.

Any point in asking what I'm doing here?

When I'm drunk, I don't know what I'm doing.

If I gave you any trouble...

- Spence brought you.

- Why?

- Because I still love you and

because ljust had to try once more.

Get me a drink, will you?

- Spence stopped by your place

and got you a razor and some clothes.

When you get cleaned up, we'll talk.

Drink this.

- Coffee just makes my shakes worse.

- It isn't coffee.

- Hot tomato juice? I should've known you wouldn't forget.

- I remember a lot of things, Paul.

- It won't work, Penny.

And you know it!

I'll run away again and get drunk.

So, please don't get sentimental.

Keep it light, honey.

Keep it light and it won't hurt so much.

In fact, if I could find a drink,

it wouldn't hurt me at all.

- Why can't you face anything without a drink?

- Didn't I tell you? I'm a two below par.

- A what?
- Two below par.

See, there are people who are born two drinks below par.

I'm one of them.

An interview with a boss or a party, or meeting new people,

without those two drinks, I'm just not quite

my own bright, witty self.

- You don't stop with two drinks, though, Paul.

- Oh, well, that's because of the daily fears

of the drinker.

Let me tell you about them.

- [Penny] Please, don't.

- Fear number one.

The fear of yourself.

In order to conquer your own inadequacies

and face the world on equal terms,

to be sharp and gay and efficient, you must have a drink.

Now, having made this decision,

you discover that you're even sharper and gayer

and more efficient on three drinks.

Then suddenly, from the left field,

comes another fear to spoil everything.

The fear that you might appear drunk to others.

Now, this of course, will never do.

This must be washed away.

So, you drink some more and all of a sudden, all is serene.

Until something hits you right between the eyes.

The fear that you might be killing yourself with this stuff.

The fear of death.

At all costs, this cowardly thought must be wiped away.

Drown it!

This may take a little doing, but you can finally do it.

Then from somewhere comes the worst fear of all.

The fear of the next day,

of waking up the next morning.

And this, you cannot face.

So, you drink yourself into oblivion.

But inevitably, the next morning comes, and you find

you're still in the company of the same miserable person

you've been trying to escape from.

Yourself.

And you're faced with fear number one all over again.

Like right now.

Penny, I've missed you.

I've missed you.

I've told you why you're here.

Ijust can't give up without trying once more.

If you love me enough to help,

you'll have to forget you're two below par

and all your fears for the rest of the day.

And if you don't love me,

there's a bottle of scotch in the kitchen.

Darling?

Please try. Please.

Like you've never tried anything in your life before.

- Okay. I'm trying-

- Come here.

Come on over here.

Now, just sit there and listen.

Do you know who Dutch Hayden is?

- Dutch Hayden?

Number one bad man in the country. Sure.

The kidnapper, murderer. Why?

- He's here, in town.

Sometime tonight, he's going to be shot to death.

Stay sober, until it happens,

and you'll be the only reporter in the country to see it.

- Well, now, wait a minute.
- Just listen.

Dutch Hayden dropped out of sight 18 months ago.

Police all over the country have been looking for him,

and all of a sudden,

he's handed to Spence on a silver platter.

' Spence?

He told you this?

- He got the whole picture from a woman.

Hayden's had a plastic job done on his face,

and he's been in town all the time.

- Why is the woman turning him in?

- Why does any woman turn on a man?

- She contacted Spence about a week ago.

She's a strip-tease dancer in one of the local joints,

and she promised to deliver Hayden tonight.

- [Paul] You said he was gonna be shot?

- Well, Spence is gonna try to take him

without any violence,

but Hayden said he would never be taken alive.

Darling, with a story like this,

even The Times would take you back.

Just look at this.

Here is the newspaper file on Hayden.

His records, clippings, everything.

The picture won't do you much good,

because that was done before the plastic job.

- Handsome.

- Well, that shows his good qualities. Inside, he's worse.

You can stay here and read up on him.

There's a typewriter and some paper in the closet.

And some food in the refrigerator, if you want some.

I'll get word to you,

when Spence knows the time and the place.

(door slams) I've got to know when, Penny.

How long do I have to hold out?

- Darling, I wish I knew, but I don't.

I know it won't be before six o'clock tonight.

So, you've got to get through the whole day.

- I can't do it by myself, Penny.

I haven't got the strength in me.

- Maybe you can find it outside of you.

It just wouldn't mean anything, if I stayed here.

You've got to get through this thing with no crutches.

Not even me, or it won't mean anything.

- I'm scared, Penny, but I'll try.

I'll try, if it kills me.

- Dear God, please help him.

- Give me the strength.

- [Announcer] Now, here's the used car announcement

you've been waiting for.

Tom Steele offers $100.

That's right! $100 reward.

$100 ifyou can beat his deal on a used car.

The car of your choice, from his big...

- Send me a diagram map drawing of that intersection.

- Right.
- And by the way.

I haven't talked to anybody else about this yet.

- Sure, Lieutenant. Can't risk a leak.

Not when we've got a chance to bag

the biggest fish in the pond, huh?

- And don't get too far away, will you?

We might not get much notice.

- Okay. I'll keep four or five men standing by.

- Eight men.

- Eight, Lieutenant?

I thought Hayden was a lone wolf. No mob.

- He's still Dutch Hayden.

He's gone to a lot of trouble to stay alive so far.

He might go to more.

- Looks like we may get famous today, huh?

- Make sure we don't get famous in the obituary columns.

- [Announcer] Bronson 's Lager with Eastern flavor.

You can even hear the difference.

It tastes different, too.

There's nothing like a long, cool glass

of delicious Bronson 's Lager at any time of day or night.

- Penny Spencer, please.

- [Paul] Hi, Penny.

Is everything all right, darling?

- Yeah. Yeah, sure, it's okay.

But look, if I just had a time, I mean a time to shoot for,

you know, it'd make it much easier.

- Did you write this?

- Yes. Just a minute, Sam.

I'm sorry. I can't give you that information yet.

I haven't heard anything, but I will.

And I'll call you, just as soon as I do.

- Yeah, sure. I understand.

I shouldn't have called in the first place.

No crutches allowed.

- This isn't very good, Penny. Better do it again.

- Okay, Sam.

- Look, if there's anything bothering you too much,

you can always come back and talk with me.

- Thank you.

(typewriter clacks) (dark orchestral music)

- "100% scotch whiskey.

86 proof.

Fourfifihsf

(hood slams)
- Oh, thanks very much.

I don't know when I've been so embarrassed.

- It's all right, lady.

- Lieutenant, this just came by special messenger.

Marked urgent.

- Wait a minute. We'll see what it is.

Call the rank. Get 'em in here, right away.

- Don't use that phone. I need it.

- Sure, Lieutenant.

- Close the door behind you, will you?

- [Officer] Right.

- Penny Spencer, please.

- Listen, ljust got a message

from that woman I told you about.

And if you think that friend of yours

is in any condition to understand it, here it is.

- Okay. Shoot.

- Barclay's Restaurant. That's the Third and Lloyd Street.

Seven o'clock tonight. She's having dinner with Hayden.

- Thank you, Spence. I love you.

- How about that rewrite, Penny?

- Hi, Mr. Baxter.

- Double.

Leave the bottle.

- Sure.

- Bourbon, Pat.

- There you are.

- How are ya?

- Fine.

Funny thing, I...

I knew an alcoholic who couldn't get out of bed

in the morning, without that first drink.

The thing was, his hand shook so much,

he couldn't get the drink to his mouth.

Had to use two hands, like this.

- Spence, you've gotta find him for me.

- "Find him." Penny, you gave me your word.

- We don't know for sure, yet!

- I'll make book on it.

- Maybe he went for a walk.

- "Went for a walk."

If he went for a walk, he headed right for his sanctuary.

O'Connell's Bar.

- O'Connell's.

- [Spencer] Paul Baxter there? Miss Penny Spencer calling.

- Yeah, he's here.

- Baxter. The phone.

It's for you.

A Miss Penny Spencer.

- Honey?

- [Penny] Problems, darling?

- I haven't had a drink yet. That's what I came here for.

You called just in time.

- I believe you, and I believe in you,

and I know you can do it.

- Thanks. It helps.

- Paul, listen very carefully and memorize this.

Around seven o'clock tonight,

Dutch Hayden and the woman

will come out of Barclay's Restaurant.

Now, that's at Lloyd Street and Third Avenue.

You better give yourself an hour to get there.

She will pretend to have forgotten her purse,

and she'll go back inside.

Spence says there's some brownstones across the way,

so you can watch from one of the roofs.

He doesn't want you to get in the way, down on the street.

Naturally, he hasn't told any of his men about you,

so, try not to let any of them see you.

- Yeah, I'll be careful.

And Penny, I'm gonna walk right out of this place,

and I'm not coming back.

- Seven o'clock, Paul. Just till seven.

- You're leaving. Mr. Baxter?

Got a seven o'clock appointment.

Listen, will you try not to worry about it for a while, huh?

Go to a movie or something?

Here. Get yourself a new hat.

It'll make you feel better.
- Thank you, Spence.

I'll be better off back at work, though.

- Spencer.

They just went into the restaurant.

All right. Once more, huh?

This is Barclay's.

When the woman leaves Dutch on the sidewalk,

I move in from the telephone booth and make the arrest.

If he goes for a gun, that's it.

Farrell, that's your position, right there,

in case he tries to get around the corner.

Harris, Burke, Gibbs. These three doorways.

Nelson, you go up on the roof of this brownstone

and cover the street from right there.

This is a theater marquee. Tom, that's your spot.

- What time does the show let out?

We don't wanna get mixed up with the crowds.

- We made a deal with the manager.

He's gonna hold 'em until it's over.

- Spence, you haven't spotted me yet.

- I'm gonna hold you and Mitch till we get there.

I'll assign you then.

All right. That's all.

We're gonna leave in 15 minutes. That's 6:15.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

Let's not have any heroics from anybody tonight.

The apartment's getting shorthanded enough as it is.

- Let me off, down at the end of the block.

- [Woman] And don't never come back! You and your whiskey!

- Sweetie, I forgot my purse.

Be an angel and bring the car round, while I get it, huh?

- [Dutch] Okay, doll.

- They all go for their guns, won't they?

- Coroner's wagon's on its way, Lieutenant.

- Okay, Tom.

One of the men will take you back to your club,

if you like, Miss Knapp.

- Thanks.

- Thank you.

Tom.

" [Paul] Hayden.

- Crazy, man.

- I gotta go over to the lab.

When you get back to headquarters,

put out a request to Sing Sing and San Quentin

for Hayden's surgical and dental records.

I wanna see if we can get this thing wrapped up,

sometime tomorrow.

Think you can take over the rest of the night?

- Sure. I can handle things.

- If anything important comes up,

I'll be over at my sister's place.

You can call me there.

Otherwise, I'm off for the rest of the night.

- Don't worry, Lieutenant. I can take care of it.

- [Spencer] All right.

- Officer. Officer.

- Keep back there.
- Where's Lieutenant Spencer?

I've gotta find Lieutenant Spencer.

- Oh, he's gone.
- What do you mean?

Where did he go?

- Well, now what's that to you?

- Look, I-
- What's the trouble?

- Dutch Hayden's right over there.

- Sure. Sure, he is.

And who do you suppose that is under the sheet?

- You shot the wrong man.

I tell you, Dutch Hayden's alive and he's right over there!

- All right, all right.

You've told us and we're very indebted to you.

Now, run along and sober up, and say,

you better take care of that cut.

- If you'll just come with me, I can prove that he's right-

- Get going.
- Wait a minute!

- Where do they come from?

Come on. Now, keep going.

Come on. Keep moving.

- But, Officer-
- Come on, buddy.

Go on home.

- Lieutenant Spencer, please.

- Here. You look like you could use one.

He's not?

Listen. This is urgent.

It's a matter of life and death, and I'm not kidding.

See if you can locate him.

- What happened to you? Been in a fight?

- Get me a dollar's worth of dimes, will you?

- Sure.
- What?

No, no. Nobody else can help me.

Keep trying until you locate him.

Tell him to call me.

Paul Baxter. He knows me.

Wait a minute. What's the number of the bar phone, Pat?

- Sycamore eight four three six two.

- I'm at Sycamore eight four three six two.

Yeah, and listen, Sergeant. This is important to him, too.

Penny Spencer? No, not right now.

Coffee break, I guess.

Yeah. Shoot.

Sycamore.

Got it. It's quite all right.

- Charlie? Just got a call.

There's been a shooting on Third Avenue, outside Barclay's.

Know it?
- I'll find it.

- Make it out there. Take a photographer.

- Right.

Pete, that's us.

- Who reported the shooting?
- A waiter at the restaurant.

- O'Connell's Bar.

O'Connell's Bar!

Hello? O'Connell 's.

- Lieutenant Spencer. ls he back?

Yeah, yeah, it's me again. Haven't you found him yet?

I don't care about your other business. Listen.

I'm protecting him on something big,

and I can't sit on it all night, so find him!

Hey, Pat.

Pat, is there another way outta here?

- Sure. There's a door in the back.

What's wrong, Mr. Baxter?
- Look, Pat.

If anyone asks for me, or who I am, you don't know anything.

- That's me, Mr. Baxter.

See nothing, hear nothing, know nothing.

- Good.

- O'Connell's Bar.

- Say, um, I'm sorry to bother you, fellow,

but I'm a cabbie, just dropped a fellow off at your place.

Young fella.

Looked, uh, kinda banged up.

His coat was torn.

That the one you mean?

- Yeah. Yeah, that's the one.

He left a package in my cab. I'd like to find him.

Know who he is? Happen to know his name?

- Well, he's only been in a couple times before.

Never did get his name.

- Uh-huh. It's too bad.

Must live around here somewhere close, though, huh?

- I wouldn't know about that.

I wish I could help you, but I'm afraid I can't.

Sorry.

- There's a call for you on Hamlet's phone.

- Oh, thanks, Mag.

- Call for you, Miss Knapp.
- Oh, thanks.

Just a minute.

Hamlet, uh...

Be a doll and take Shakespeare for a walk, will you?

Honey, you shouldn't call me here.

- Listen, baby. We got problems.

- [Florence] What's the matter?

Something's gone wrong, hasn't it?

- I was spotted on the roof by some character.

He recognized me and got away.

I got no idea as to who he is or where to find him.

- And he'll go to the police, huh?

- He already did and they brushed him off,

but sooner or later, they got to listen to him.

- After 18 months of planning.

- Maybe we gotta change those plans. We're leaving tonight.

Now, listen to me.

You got two more shows to do, right?

And those reporters were coming over to interview me,

but I better leave right now.

- No, no, no.

Play it cool, like nothing was wrong.

You never know who's watching you.

You go through with that interview.

When you're finished with your last show,

meet me at my place.

I'll have us packed and ready to go. Get it?

- All right, sweetie.

And you be careful.

- Bye.

- Well?

- I'll make some coffee.

- Sis, look at it this way.

Well, you tried, honey. You did everything humanly possible.

- Now I can keep my promise.

- That's my girl.

Hey, if he brothers you again,

remember you got a brother that's a cop.

I gotta call Rains.

Hello, this is Spencer.

Let me talk to Sergeant Rains, will you?

- Rains.

- [Spencer] Hi, it's me.

- Oh, hi, Lieutenant.

Say, some joker named Paul Baxter's

been calling here for you.

Wouldn't talk to anybody else.

Left a number of O'Connell's Bar. You want it?

- No. I can't use it.

- He sounded pretty wild.

Like he might be one of O'Connell's best customers.

- He is.

That all?

Oh, I sent out out that teletype

to San Quentin and Sing Sing.

Okay, we gotta have that stuff by morning.

Confirm Hayden's identity. We'll get a death certificate.

That's right.

- You don't have to go out again tonight?

- No, it's nothing important.

I'm free for the rest of the night.

- Please. Have you got a drink any place?

Believe me. I need one now, like I never needed it before.

Spence. You killed the wrong man.

Dutch Hayden's still alive.

Oh, brother. Wait until I tell you.

- Go on inside, Penny.

I've hand/ed drugs with hallucinations before.

- I want to talk to him, Spence.

Paul, I don't know if you can even understand

what I'm about to say, but please don't interrupt me.

I'm sorry about tonight. That it didn't work out.

I'm sorry for both of us, but mostly for you.

I can get over this, but I know what's in store for you.

- But Penny, believe me.

I didn't let you down.

Wait until I tell you, I-

- Maybe I'm being a coward, running out on you.

I don't know.

All I know is, I can't take it anymore.

Not another minute.

I love you so much, I don't wanna ever see you again.

' Penny, honey!

But Penny!

Wait!

Honey!

- You've had it around here, junior.

Now, why don't you get going?

- Spence, I'm not drunk.

You can see I'm not. Look at me!

- I can smell it on you!
- I can explain that.

- I bet you can explain a lot of things.

I suppose you poured those bottles down the drain?

- Yes, I did!

- You change your name to Charles Santley?

- I didn't write that story. I couldn't write it!

- That's exactly the point I'm making.

- I couldn't write it, because it isn't true!

- Oh, brother.

- Look.

I've had the biggest story of the year, all night,

and didn't go near a newspaper, just to protect you,

and now you don't even have the sense to listen to me!

- Well, why don't you try Sam Crews at The Times?

Go on, be my guest.

Hey, you wanna fix me something to eat,

or do I have to take you out to dinner?

- That's the best offer I've had all day.

I'll fix my face.

- I told the police. I told Lieutenant Spencer.

_And?

- He didn't believe me, either, but...

Look, this isn't a stunt to get my job back.

Dutch Hayden is alive. I saw him.

I'm giving you the biggest story of the year!

- Night final, Sam.
- Thanks.

Oh, Joe?
- Yes, Sam?

- You better give a copy to Mr. Baxter here.

- Oh, sure.

Goodnight.

- Appreciate your kindness.

The only thing is, I'm going to bed.

It's late. Why don't you do the same, huh?

And, uh, sleep it off.

- Okay. Okay, there are other people in this town.

I'll find somebody who can prove this story.

- Try Detective Story Magazine.

They buy that kind of stuff.

- Gotta grind out the last 16. I'll be right with you boys.

- Well, look who's here, fellas. Paul Baxter.

- Hi, Harry.

- I didn't see you come in with us.

- Hey, when she says "grind", she really means it.

- Thank you, boys.

Now, if you'd like to follow me to the dressing room.

- How long have you been going

with Dutch Hayden, Miss Knapp?

- Oh, can't have time now.

- [Reporter 1] Yeah, come on! Give us the pitch.

- [Reporter 2] Are you golng to the funeral?

- Oh, geez, fellas. Just a question at a time.

Please, fellas. Let's not talk about Dutch anymore, huh?

After all, I am still quite upset.

Well, that's it, boys. Thanks a lot.

Any more questions, you all come around later, huh?

- Where do you go from here, Miss Knapp?

- Oh, well, Reno made me an offer, but I can't go.

I'm not married! (reporters laugh)

- Thanks, ma'am.
- Oh, sure, you're welcome.

Sure. Anytime.

Well, don't you have a deadline?

- I sure do.

Just one question, though.

Where are you and Dutch Hayden gonna spend your honeymoon?

South America, maybe?

- And who are you?

- Let's just say I'm a salesman. I've got some information.

I'm out to sell it, to Dutch Hayden.

- Dutch Hayden's in the morgue.

- The police think he's in the morgue.

The newspapers think he's in the morgue.

But we know better, don't we?

We know Hayden never had a plasticjob at all.

The poor guy who did was just a pigeon, set up by Hayden.

You told the police it was Dutch.

Fed the pigeon a hearty meal at Barclay's,

and then led him into the trap.

That's who's in the morgue.

- You're crazy.

Who'd ever believe it?

- Maybe the police will,

or Dutch, when you tell him I'm the man on the roof.

Tell Dutch I want $5,000.

Cash.

- You are crazy.

Nobody ever tried to shake down Dutch Hayden and lived.

- I'm not worried.

Tell him I'd have ways of talking much louder,

dead than alive.

- How does he send the money to you?

- He doesn't.

He brings it, in person.

No other way.

- Where?

- I'll phone you later and let you know.

I'll give you enough time to get in touch with Hayden.

I enjoyed your show.

You've got a good voice.

Why don't you stick around? It's free.

- I got things to do. I'll see you.

- Stay alive.

- Do you happen to know who that fellow is?

- Yeah. It's Paul Baxter.

- Paul Baxter?

- He's a pal of mine.

- Oh, really?

Buy me a cup of coffee.

It's right over here.
- Sure!

- And sweetie, this reporter has said that Paul Baxter

is a real boozer.

There isn't a newspaper in town

that'll have anything to do with him.

- Looks like he's stuck with a hot story he can't pedal.

- [Florence] Well, what about the police?

- They still won't believe him, without me.

It's me he's looking for,

and I mightjust let him find me.

- Well, honey, I'm afraid of it.

Let's just get outta here, huh?

- [Dutch] Sure, baby. Sure.

Now, here's what I want you to do.

- I won't stay, sis. It's getting late.

- Thanks for cheering me up, Spence.

- We're never gonna talk about it again, right?

- Right.

What's this?

- [Spencer] I don't know.

- It's from Paul.

Listen to this.

"Penny, I don't expect you to believe this,

but read it anyway.

You won't have to wait long to find out if I'm drunk.

I think I'm going to get Dutch Hayden to my apartment

at two o'clock this morning on a phony blackmail rouse.

Obviously, I'll have to try to take him alone.

If Spence wants to show up, I sure could use him.

But as I say, I doubt if you'll believe this.

So, this note is just for the record.

If I should die,

it might help you and the police department separate

fact from fiction.

Paul."

This wasn't written by a drunk.

I believe him.

I can't keep my promise now, Spence.

I lost faith in him, just when he really needed me.

- All right, we'll find out if he's drunk or not.

Let's go over to his place. We can get there before two.

- Backstage.

- [Paul] ls Miss Knapp there, please?

- Miss Knapp? No, she left about 2O minutes ago.

Said she was expecting a call, though,

and for me to take any messages.

- Tell her the salesman called.

She's to have her buyer at the Cambridge Apartments.

536 West Court Street, apartment 23,

at two o'clock this morning.

Got that?

- Cambridge Apartments, two o'clock.

Right.

- Honey?

I thought you'd never separate yourself from this.

- How'd you get in here?

- It's easy to unlock a door,

if you have the right equipment.

- You're too early and you're the wrong buyer.

- (chuckles) Oh, don't you worry about a thing, honey.

You're gonna meet the right buyer, and on time, too.

I'll be right behind you, sweetie.

Oh, and uh, please don't make me ruin my coat.

It's the last thing Dutchie gave me, before he got killed.

After you.

- Sorry, I haven't had much experience

in this kind of thing.

- I have.

Over there.

You drive.

- You had a good teacher, didn't you?

- You may learn something from him yourself tonight.

Shall we go?

- His door was open.
- Yeah.

Nobody here.

- Well, it isn't two o'clock yet.

- Okay. Okay, sis.

We'll wait down in the car.

We can keep an eye on the place from there

and we'll listen for any police calls that might come in.

That's the funny thing about Dutch. He's sentimental.

Like about where he first met you.

He insists a reunion should be the same place.

Over there.

Number 16.

Go on in, sweetie.

Oh, I've got a late show. I've gotta run.

- Fella who sold me that said it was an original,

genuine oil painting.

Some layout, huh?

Nobody'd ever believe it, would they?

The rattiest building in town.

You know, it's too bad, though.

By 10 o'clock in the morning,

there won't be a trace of Dutch Hayden in this town.

Won't even be anybody around who knows he's alive.

- I'll know.

You know, when Flo told me all about you,

she thought you might be on the level

with that shaked-on pitch.

"Five grand would buy a lot of booze", she said.

But I figured it was me you wanted.

I was right, wasn't I?

- Have it your own way.
- I always do.

Like early tonight, outside there.

I had that my own way, too.

You know who took them slugs in my place?

My brother.

Oh, what kind of a host am I?

Lettin' you stand there, with your big tongue hanging out,

and me, knowing all about how you like this stuff.

How about that?

My own brother.

Well, he made too many mistakes. That's all.

Like he thought Flo paid for his plastic job, instead of me.

And he went for his gun,

when the cops tried to grab him tonight.

Just like I knew he would.

He tried to make time with my girl.

Come on! Help yourself.

It's for sure you ain't gonna get another chance.

- I don't want a drink.

Are you trying to kid me?

Whoever heard of a lush turning down a free drink?

Drink it.

- Drink it yourself.

- I said, you drink it.

Don't make a move like that again, Baxter.

Maybe I'd better tell you my plans.

We're going back on the roof, you and me,

and you're gonna jump off again,

but this time, you're gonna hit the street, Baxter.

The cops will buy a lush committing suicide.

- You're not getting rid of me that easy, Hayden.

Yesterday, I couldn't have cared less.

But today, I learned something.

I found out I could go a whole day without a drink.

Not one drink, Hayden. How do you like that?

And if I could make it today,

maybe I could do the same thing tomorrow, and the next day.

Maybe for a whole week.

- You ain't gonna have the time to find out, kid.

- You have any idea what today was like?

I wanted to drink so badly, I even prayed a little.

And I made it.

And now, I want to live.

So, you'd better hang onto that gun real tight,

'cause I'm gonna be hard to kill.

- Let's get this over with.

The noise from this gun won't upset my plans that much.

So, don't get any ideas.

Hold it right there.

Wait till that sign lights up again.

Don't move, because I can't miss from here.

All right.

Straight ahead.

Wait a minute.

Make it easy on yourself, Baxter.

When that light comes on again,

walk right up to the edge and jump.

It'll all be over in a second.

Come on.

Quit stallin', Baxter.

Only makes it worse.

- Sorry, Hayden. I'm not gonna make it easy for you.

- You sound like you mean that.

-Ido.

- There's no place to hide, Baxter.

Why not come out and do it my way?

- Give me the police.

Hello. Who am I talking to?

Sergeant Anderson, this is Paul Baxter.

I'm calling from an apartment near Third Avenue and Lloyd.

I don't know the address,

but it's got a big neon sign on the roof.

A whiskey sign.

It's a brownstone.

Down the street from the Barclay's Restaurant.

Got that?

Now, you get a hold of Lieutenant Spencer.

I don't care where he is, get him,

and tell him I'm in apartment 16 and I've got Dutch Hayden.

Yeah. I know.

You think he's dead.

Sergeant Anderson, is your name spelled with an E or an O?

I wanna be sure it's spelled right in the story

about the police department that shot the wrong man,

when it breaks in the papers.

Now, you get Spencer over here and get him over here, fast.

- All right, Hayden. Get on your feet.

Come on.

Get him outta here.

- Spence.

I'll write that story any way you want it.

- Now, what're you trying to do? Wreck my faith in you?

You write the truth.

- Paul, I prayed so hard for you all day.

Then I was the one that lost my faith tonight.

Only for a little while, though.

- You didn't lose it, Penny.

You just loaned it to me.

(dramatic orchestral music)