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(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Narrator] This is Philadelphia,
city of brotherly love,

where the Continental Congress

signed the Declaration of
Independence on July 4th, 1776.

This is Philadelphia
seen from a vantage point

which few Philadelphians care to visit.

But just 45 years after the
birth of American freedom,

the founding fathers of
the city chose a site

in a district known as Cherry Hill,

and there they built a
prison modeled on the lines

of a medieval fortress.

Its grim walls have stood since 1821.

And within them, the many men
have paid the price of crime.

Its records are rich with strange stories,

but none more strange than
the one we are about to tell.

(cutlery clangs)

(cutlery clangs)

- [Officer] Mr. Paul.
-Yes?

- [Officer] The warden wants 3725.

- 3725!

The warden wants you, Larry.

What goes on?

- He's probably gonna give
me the weekend in town.

(officer chuckles)

- Get a lawyer in
Philadelphia and good luck.

(brooms scraping)

- [Inmate] Hi, Larry.

- Where are you taking him?
- Warden's office.

- [Inmate] Good bye, baby.

- What's he gonna get, Max?
- Weekend in town.

- [Inmate] Bring me a
couple of pints, Larry.

- [Inmate] Bring me a couple of tomatoes.

- [Inmate] Me too, brother,
how I miss my vegetables!

(inmates shouting indistinctly)

- 3725
- [Warden] Okay.

How are you, Larry?
- Okay, Sir.

Sit down. I've got some news for you.

Your petition to the Pardon Board

has been acted on favorably.

I can't tell you when you're
gonna get out of here.

But just as soon as the pardon
comes down from Harrisburg,

you'll be released.

- You mean...

You mean they're really
gonna turn me loose?

- Don't you want to go?

- Yes, sir.

It's just...

It's kind of a shock having to leave home

after all these years.
(warden chuckles)

None of my family are living.

I don't know a soul on the outside.

I don't even know yet
what I'm going to do.

- You will adjust yourself in time.

Congratulations.

- Thank you, sir.

- That's all, Larry.

- Yes, sir.

- [Perkins] Hey, Larry.
- Yes, Perkins.

What's on your mind?

- I hear you're going out soon.

How long have you been inside?

Fifteen years. I was 14 when I came here.

I beat up a guard at the
Reformatory and he died.

It was an accident.

(horns honking)

What's it like out there?

The only thing I know is the sound,

keeps getting louder every year.

- Yeah. That's the traffic.

Freezes the guts in a guy
who is just fresh outta stir.

Why, these fellows, slap-happy jerks,

seem they'll begin to Kill.

All things have stepped up considerably,

so this is a solid new way.

Everybody's got the jitters.

A buck ain't worth a buck anymore.

- I haven't touched a buck for so long,

I wouldn't know what it felt like.

- Still feels good.

- I'm like a guy with spotted
wings crazy to try 'em.

I'm scared stiff.

- Some guys get so stir-bugs,
they can't stand it.

They wanna come back in here.

- Can't all be bad outside.

- Oh, tell the world it ain't.

Hey look, you know anything about dames?

- Only what I've heard.

- Oh, you have you got a lot to learn.

There ain't nothing in
all the world like a dame.

They can be sweet and wonderful

and they can tear your heart out.

Somewhere there's a
right one for every guy.

Sure it's tough finding her.

You've been born all over again, kid.

Only this time you're a man.

I'm getting kinda sleepy.

- You have $672.50 on the books.

Is that right?
- That's right.

- Quite a bankroll.

- Well, it took me 15 years to earn it.

- So long, Nelson. Don't come back.

- Not if I can help it.

- This will introduce you to Dr. Fletcher

at the Philadelphia General Hospital.

You've had a good training here, Larry.

Now I asked him to put you to work

as assistant on the hospital laboratory.

- Will he know I'm a con, sir?

- That'll be all right with Fletcher,

but be sure to place this in his hands.

- [Larry] I get it, sir.

- Warden.

- It's gonna seem like a new world

you're going back to, Larry.

For a good many years your
living has been regimented

every move thought out in advance.

But when you go through these
gates, you're on your own.

It's your life, my boy.

Good luck.

- Thank you, sir.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Hey, quit pushing!
- What's that?

Come on.

Give back! Give him a little of that!

Give him a little of that!

(horns honking)

(whistle blows)

(busy street noise)

(horns honking)

(whistle blows)

(busy street noise)

(siren wails)

(horns honking loudly)

(whistle blowing)

(tires screech)

(whistle blows)

- Hey, don't you know better
than cross against the signal?

Oh, a con, eh?

That cap's a dead giveaway.

Go ahead, fella.

(busy street noise)

(children chattering indistinctly)

- Here we go!

Here we go!

(children shouting indistinctly)

- What do you wanna do? Spoil up the game?

Mind your own business, you big drip!

(horn blares)

(soft jazz music)
(match strikes)

(lively jazz music)

- What'll you have, brother?

- Um, bottle of pop.

- You want a straw with it?

(cap clatters)

- Hello.

You look lost.

So am I.

- Buying the lady a drink, mister?

- Yes.

- What's that you got?

- Soda pop.

(speaker chuckles)

- Why you don't pour us a chaser?

To you, good-looker.

(cash register dings)

What's the matter?

- First time I've ever tasted it.

(speaker laughs)

Hey, you on the level with that line?

Where you've been all your life?

- I've been away.

- Oh, a stranger in town.

Drink up fella and let's live a little.

(cash register dings)

(sultry jazz music)

(tense music)

Let go! You're hurting me.

- That's what you wanted.

- What you think I wanted?

A filthy flat some place with
kids and clothes to scrub?

You dumb cluck!

What hick town do you come from?

- I just got out of the
pen. 15 years for murder.

The only thing I know about women

is what I learn from thieves,
kidnappers and murderers.

(Larry huffs)

They told me about your kind,

but I didn't wanna believe them.

Go on, get out of here!

(somber music)

- [Secretary] Is it
something I can do for you?

- I- I'd like to see Dr. Fletcher.

- Oh, I'm so sorry, the
doctor's out of town today,

but if you'll come back tomorrow...

- I have a letter for him.

- Wouldn't you like to
leave your letter here?

I'll see that he gets it.

- I- I was told to put the
letter in Dr. Fletcher's hands.

- [Secretary] If you
tell me what it's about,

maybe I can help you.

- It's about a job.

- Then, I suggest that you
go to our Employment Bureau

and save time by filing your application.

- Application?

- Yes, they'll need a
record of your experience

and background.

Shall I tell them you're coming?

- No, no. I- I think I'd better
come back some other time.

Thank you.

(downhearted orchestral music)

(cutlery clanging)

- [Customer] Hey, is this fish fresh?

- [Cook] Sure it's
fresh, you can smell it.

- [Customer] You're telling me!

(customer cackles)
- A joker.

- Two cheeseburgers on rye, well.

- Cheeseburgers, hamburgers, nut burgers,

so many burgers I've gotta think of.

- What's the matter with you?

You're taking a vow or something?

- No!

- Then why don't you get wild?

- Larry, you like it here, don't you, huh?

- Of course I like it.

- Well, you know, dishwashers
never stay very long.

- You're the first guy
since I hit this town

that didn't try to shove me around.

- Well, Larry I like to do my people

like I like to have them do by me.

It's expensive sometimes, but it pays.

You know, I remember the time-

- A bowl of chili.
- A bowl of chili.

(cook sighs)

- Good night.
(cash register dings)

- Well, Bertie, another
week. Here's your money.

- You gotta take out
for them dishes I broke.

- This is cheap, goodwill comes high.

- If that's the case, how about a raise?

- Sometimes it comes a little too high.

(door opens)

A little late, fellas.
Sorry the place is closed.

- That's what you think.
This is a stick-up.

- No, no, wait a minute now...

- One squawk outta you
and you'll get hurt.

Hold it fella, or you'll stop a slug.

- Larry, do what he tells you to do.

You- you mustn't interfere
with a stick up, it ain't done.

- He won't interfere,
he won't live that long.

- Look, I've seen a lot
of your kind of guys.

I've listened to 'em spill their guts

and they were all scared,

just like you're scared now.

This is a good man.

Why don't you get out and leave him alone?

- Please, please, don't get mad about him.

He's a strange sort of a fella,
maybe he don't understand.

- [Robber] Oh, shut up you, old goat!

(suspenseful music)

(tables and chairs clatter)

- Larry, where are you going?

- Gonna find a place like
the one I just came from.

There's a kind of peace
there, there's none outside.

- Larry.

(delightful music)

(tense music)

(uplifting orchestral music)

(tense orchestral music)

(cheerful music)

- Dr. Stone?
- [Stone] That's me.

- I'm Larry Nelson. They send
me down from the main office.

If it's all right with you,
I'm your new lab assistant.

- Uh, have any experience?
- About five years.

- Well, that's more than I expected.

Make yourself comfortable, boy.

Well, Larry, they title
this job "lab assistant",

but actually it's a combination
of errand boy, janitor,

nursemaid to guinea pigs,
and all-around factotum.

It pays cigarette money, room,
board and no advancement.

Need it that much?
- Yeah.

- We treat TB patients at Jewel Lake,

active and convalescent.

It's an ideal location
because nothing exciting

ever happens here.

My last assistant couldn't take it.

- I can take it.

- Sit down, sit down.

Say when.

- Oh, no, none for me
sir. I never touch it.

- I thought the younger
generation started at birth.

Okay, Larry.

I'll send you up to Dr.
Duval for a physical.

After that, go to the supervisor's office

and have your quarters assigned to you.

Be here at 8 o'clock in the morning.

Dr. Duval is upstairs in
the administration building.

And, Larry, we're gonna get along fine.

- I'm sure we will, sir. Thanks.

- Say, is it Dr. Duval's office?

- Yes.

Are you Mr. Nelson?

- Yeah, yeah, I was sent
up here for a physical.

- [Charlotte] I know. Strip.

- Hmm?
- To the waist.

I'll do the preliminary.

Hurry, please.

Get on the scale.

Over here.

Over here.

Sit down.

Give me your arm.

That's all. This way, please.

All ready, Dr. Duval.

Well, go on in.

- Larry Nelson?

My name is Wormser, Gus,
one of the orderlies.

I bunk right next door. How are you doing?

- [Larry] Okay.
- Good.

Storing your gear, huh?

Getting everything
shipshape. That's swell.

I'm glad to see a new face aboard.

The last guy worked for
Doc Stuart was a G.I.

and won the war.

Talked too much. Cigarette?

- No, thanks.
- I mean if you got one.

- I think so. I...

Yeah.
- Thanks. Match?

Were you in the war?

- No, they wouldn't take me.

- I was in the Merchant
Marine. Boy, that's the life.

I'm nuts about it.

I'd still be a sailor if
it wasn't for my wife.

- Is she with you?
- Heck no!

She's hunting me. I owe her dough.

That's why I'm buried in this hideaway.

- Cigarette?
- No, thanks.

(Larry chuckles)

Oh! (chuckles)

You see, Larry, I've got a complex.

I'm a marrying guy.

I've been married three times already

and every hitch a howling success.

I don't dare turn myself loose.

Okay, I'll get spliced again.

Hey, how about some chow?

They've got a pretty good mess here.

Come on, I'll show you where it is.

Meet any of the nurses, yet?
- [Larry] Only one.

- Here it comes a trim little sloop.

Good lines, a little broad on the pinion,

but okay, have you seen?

How are you, Mordy?
- Well.

- Mordy's a craft without a skipper.

I try to sign on, but
she wouldn't have me.

She blinked the light to
you, boy, did you get that?

- Mmm, not interested.

- Don't be too sure.

In every guy's life, a
little rain must fall.

Comes a dull day...

Uh-uh...

Hello, miss Prentice.
- Good evening.

- Lay off that one, brother,

that's a freighter, strictly for cargo.

(cutlery clanging)

Hi.
- [Charlotte] Hi.

- Let's tie up alongside
these two luxury liners.

How about the gaps?

- [Ann] We're nearly
finished. You're very welcome.

- Miss Maynard, Miss Taylor, Larry Nelson,

Doc Stuart's new assistant.

- Hello. I prepared Mr.
Nelson for his physical.

- Some guys get all the breaks.

- I weighed him, took his dimensions,

gave him a Mantoux test.

We're acquainted.

- You're practically married.

Sit down, fella.

- I- I think I better find another spot.

- Oh, what's the matter?
Don't you like us?

- How- how can I tell?

- Well, for Pete's sake,
don't strain yourself.

- [Ann] Sit down, we won't bite you!

- Not tonight, but worn out
practicing on these steaks.

- You like it here, Mr. Nelson?

-Yep.

- Ever worked in a lab before?

- Yeah.
- Where?

- Philadelphia.

- Larry is a guy of few words.

- Perhaps he hasn't many words.

Maybe he's all brawn, like
so many perfect specimens.

- What do you mean by that?

- That's what Dr. Duval calls you.

The most perfect physical
specimen he's ever examined.

- Do you agree with the doctor?

- I'm not interested in specimens.

I lean toward brains and good manners.

- It's only good manners that keeps me

from busting you right in the nose.

(Gus chuckles)

- Well...

- Charlotte, you asked for it.

- You're no better than a common thug.

After this when you pick
up one of these characters,

keep them to yourself.

- You should scrape the
paint off that girl.

- She didn't mean it.
Charlotte blows up easily.

Be seeing you.

- Charlotte.

- [Gus] Are you beginning
to fall for that dame?

- I'm wondering what she'd do
if I did bust her in the nose.

Somebody said you wanted
me. What can I do for you?

- You can't do a thing for me.

I want you to help Gus take
this patient to his room.

It's on this floor, number 37.

- Yes, ma'am.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Charlotte] Well, come on,
what are you waiting for?

- That's all, Gus.
- Aye, aye, skipper.

(soft music)

- Just a minute, please.

I want you to prepare the patient for bed.

Do you know how?
- Yes, ma'am.

- I'll be back in a
little while, Mr. Stoker

and see that you make
comfortable for the night.

Be careful.

- So Stoker's your new name, huh?

- (coughs) What are you doing here?

- I work here. Been here for a week now.

- On the lam?
- Uh-uh.

I got a pardon.

- How come you pick this place?

- Oh, I needed a spot.

When they turned me loose, I was scared.

Went too fast for me in the outside.

I didn't know how to talk or how to act.

Then I arrived on time here.

I can do time. I feel safe.

I've been reading about you, Jack.

The million-dollar bandit.

- There's a 20-grand reward on my head.

You've been reading about that too?

I suppose you'd be calling the copper.

If they catch up with me, I'll burn.

- You'll burn, all right, but
I won't be the cause of it.

- I've gotta get well and
get out of this place,

have I got a chance, Larry.

- You'll get just about the same chance

you gave those three
guards in the armored car.

- Just stay bugs, kid.

That's the same talk all
the croakers give me.

- What do you want me to do? Lie to you?

Three years ago, when I had
you in the hospital at the pen,

the x-ray showed that your
right lung was spotted

and your left was affected.

What are you beefing about?

How many crooks like you
get a chance to die in bed?

- I'm not dying. (coughs)

I can't die. I won't.

I've got a million shrouded away.

- There's a lot of good
that's gonna do you.

Anything else I can do for you?

- (huffs) Not right now.

- Have a good night.

(soft music)

- Hello.

- Hello.

- What are you doing?

- Just trying to figure things out.

- That's a big order.

You stick too close to this place.

I'll admit there isn't
much to do on the evening.

Just to run down to the village.

Have you been there?

- No.

- I'm on my way there now.

Would you like to take a little ride?

I know it's a reversing
vision of a pickup,

but you look so lonesome.

So am I.

Believe me, my intentions are honorable.

(Ann chuckles)

You like to be alone, don't you?

(Larry huffs)

- The more I see of this
outside, of the world I mean,

the more I realize what a wonderful place

it was meant to be.

Why do people push each other around

and snap and snarl and
fight to get there first?

- Oh, is it that bad?

I hadn't noticed.

What are you doing about it?

- Just keeping out of the way.

- You're ducking here, eh?
Does that fix anything?

Larry, you'll never know contentment

until you find understanding
the people around you.

Also you've got to make
them understand you.

- I'm afraid I can't do that.

- I don't think you're trying very hard.

(birds chirping)
Hear that?

- Mm-hmm.
- You know what it is?

- Nah.
- A mockingbird.

It's tough going for him
too, but he does his best.

All night long he sings his heart out

to keep up his mate's courage
as she sits on her eggs.

- I don't know anybody's sitting
on eggs and I can't sing.

(Ann and Larry laughs)

- You know that's the first
time I've heard you laugh?

You ought to try it more often.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lecture you.

- I didn't mind.

I kind of liked it.

(soft music)

(lively jazz music)

Thanks.

It was a nice ride but
I think I'll walk back.

- But I don't want you to walk back.

All right, Joe.

It's such a warm night.

Can't we go in for a little while

and have something cool to drink?

My idea is we'll go dutch.

- Well, I- I've got money but I...

- Please, we may find some laughs in here.

(lively jazz music)

- Take your order, folks?

- Uh...

- Two Horse's Necks.

- What's a Horse's Neck?

- Ginger ale with lemon peel.

- How are you, shipmates? Stepping out?

I'll buy you a drink.

Wait til I dock the Queen Mary.

- Two Horse's Necks.

- Wow! Look who's here!

You know Ann.
- Sure!

Hi, Miss Taylor?
- Hello.

- Mr. Nelson, Mr. Chaney.

- A pleasure.
- Hi.

- Why don't you come over to our table?

- No, thanks.
- We're not staying long.

- Okay, just tried to be polite.

- Sure.

- A character!

- Who is Chaney?

- Somebody Charlotte met here one night.

I believe he's from New York.

Wouldn't you like to dance?

- I've never danced in my life.

- I'll show you the steps.

Come on, it will be fun.

Take a chance.

(lively jazz music)

- I'm not much good at
this sort of thing, am I?

- Just follow me and you'll be all right.

Relax. It's enough.

Hold me a little closer
and it'll be easier.

There, isn't that much better?

- Yeah, much better.

(lively jazz music fades)

- [Charlotte] How did Nelson
come to date you tonight?

- (chuckles) He didn't. I dated him.

- Oh? Well, was he interesting?

- I'm afraid you'd have
found it a dull evening.

You know something?

I don't think he knows
anything about women.

- Maybe he needs somebody to teach him.

- They're looking for you, Miss Maynard.

Guess once you said you wanted me.

- I don't want you, but Mr. Stoker does.

- Mr. Stoker?
- Yes, number 37.

Did you know him before you came here?

- I never even heard of the guy.

- Well, he's been asking for you.

You better go see what he wants.

- Yeah, I'd say, I will.

What's on your mind, Stoker?

- You're a solid guy, Larry.

You didn't turn me in.

- What do you want?

- I need your help.

- There's nothing I can do to help you.

- I have to have somebody to
work with me into this joint.

So I took a chance on my ex-wife.

Celia's a smart dame

and she's safe as long as
she collects a grand a week.

But I'm afraid to have her come here.

She might be followed.

I have to have somebody
to take the money to her.

There'd be plenty in it for you.

- I don't want any part of it.

- Larry, I got a million bucks,

the stuff people lie and
cheat and kill and die for.

I'll cut you in on a piece of it.

- What'd I do with it?

- You'd spend it, just like I'm gonna do.

That's what I'm living for.

That's why I've gotta live. (coughs)

Write your own ticket.

I can give you the world again.

I'll lay it at your feet.

(Stoker sighs)

Look, doc says they're gonna operate.

Pneumothorax. What's that?

- You collapse your lung.

You'd be pretty sick for a while.

You won't be able to move around.

- That's just the point, see?

That's why I've gotta have
somebody to contact Celia.

Think it over, will ya?

- Your name is Stoker,
I never saw you before.

I don't even know you're here.

(Stoker coughs)

- Larry.
- Yes, doctor.

You're a great disappointment.

- I made some mistake, sir?

- No, that's just the trouble.

When I hired you at starvation wages,

I expected to get a drifter
who would gum up the works.

Instead, you reorganized the lab,

you keep me straight on my notes,

you work like a dog from early
morning to late at night,

I can't get you a raise and
you're breaking my heart.

(Larry chuckles)
Get out of here, will ya?

Get yourself some sun, buy a
beer, find yourself a girl.

- Dr. Duval would like to
discuss number 37's plates

with you, doctor.

- Oh, would he?

Well, in that case,
I'll go up and see him.

(sultry music)

- Hi.

- Hi.

- You're a strange guy.

You know, in this little
place everybody knows

everything about everybody else,

but nobody knows anything about you.

- There's nothing to know.

- How old are you?
- 30.

- Ever been married?

- No.

- Got a girl?

- No.

- You must have had plenty.

- I never had a girl.
- Oh, stop.

- It's the truth, Charlotte.

- Rather you've either
discovered a wonderful new line

or else you're a man that
every woman should meet

just once in her life.

(sweet orchestral music)

- Would you be my girl?

- You're sweet, Larry, but
I'm afraid it wouldn't work.

- But why not?

- I might get serious about you.

And I can't afford that.

Larry, the men I go with
have cars and money to spend.

- Is money is so important?
- It is to me.

You see, all my life
I've wanted nice things

and never had them.

Never had money enough.

Don't get enough now.

But when I finish here, I'll
have a nursing background

that'll allow me a job with
some swank doctor in a big town.

With a start like that, I
can do all right by myself.

- Suppose...

Suppose I had money.

- Oh, (chuckles) why
suggest an impossibility?

- I said suppose I had money.

- You've got hands like I have.

A girl wouldn't have much
chance if you really got sore.

- Come on, answer me.

- All right, suppose you did have it.

- Would you go out with me then?

- It's an exciting plan.

But I'm too practical to dream.

I'm sorry, Larry.

I don't wanna start
something I can't finish.

(downhearted music)

- Okay, Jack, it's a deal.

- Good boy.

Close the blinds.

Give me that leather bag.

(menacing music)

There's an even 30 grand here.

This isn't hot stuff. This is safe.

It'll be the last if I can
handle things for myself.

It's Celia's address in Philly and a note.

She gets a grand a week.

This one will do now.

- What if she asks why she gets paid off?

- Don't tell her they're gonna operate.

Tell her I'm gonna live, see...

- Good enough, Jack.

I'll take care of it.

(door closes)

(cheerful orchestral music)

(doorbell rings)

(soft music)

- Miss Bentner?
- Yes.

- Celia Bentner?
- Yes.

- I'm Larry Nelson.
- Oh, come in, Mr. Nelson.

- I'm a friend of your
ex-husband, Jack Bernard.

- So you said on the phone.

But I'm afraid that's no recommendation.

I haven't seen Jack in five years.

If I never see him again,
that will be too soon.

- You don't have to play it smart with me.

You recognize his handwriting, don't you?

- So he gave you a letter of introduction.

I see.

(chuckles) Oh, yes.

Same old scrawl, a bit more
shaky than it used to be.

You do fit the description,

though I must say it hardly
does you justice. (chuckles)

Is this all you have
to prove your identity?

- Not quite.

I've got this.

- Oh, very nice.

Thank you, Mr. Nelson.

- Well, I think I'd better...
- Oh, no.

Sit down.

How long have you known Jack?

- Just since he's been at the sanatorium.

- Mm-hmm.

I've never known him to
trust a stranger like this.

Though I must say I don't blame you.

Is he going to die?

- Any TB patient has a chance to recover,

providing he has the proper environment

and the proper frame of mind.

Usually, it takes a long time,
it takes courage as well.

He's got the guts, he'll pull through.

I'll be back next week.

- Don't go dashing off like that.

I look forward to seeing you again.

You know, if you and I
could see eye-to-eye,

it might be profitable for both of us.

(sultry music)

You know what I mean?

- I think I do.

- Interested?

- Uh-uh.

(ominous music)

- Did you recognize him?

- Yeah, that's the same guy I met

at the tavern at Jewel Lake.

A chump.

- You know, I don't go
for that line he gave you.

Jack must have known him
before the sanatorium.

- Of course he did.

One of the guys in that
armored car stick-up

was never identified.

He escaped with Jack when
the hideout was raided

and dropped out of sight.

I bet that's who Nelson is.

- Could be.

Tail him, Red. Stay with it.

Find out what you can.

(friends laughing)

- So I said to this guy...

Oh, blow me down!

- Well, what's the matter?

- Get a load of my boy.

Pretty sharp, huh?
- Yes.

- Well, where are you
going? To a masquerade?

- I got something I wanna show you.

Come on outside.

Not you, Gus.

- I'll be right back.

- [Gus] Don't be too sure of that.

Looks like his ship came in.

Maybe he struck oil.

- You've had a little
vacation, haven't you?

- Well, doc gave me some time off.

- Even gone two days.
- Yeah.

- Well, where have you been?

- Philadelphia?
- What for?

- For you.
- For me?

- This is mine.

- Yours?

Say, what kind of a game is this?

- No, I own it. I've
got a bill of sale, see?

Come on, come on, get in.

Uh, you better drive.
I'm a little bit rusty.

(car door closes)

(engine turns over)

- So, tell me something,

why did you show up here
looking like a scarecrow

and take that job in the lab?

What are you, Larry? A crook?

- I'm not a crook.

Nobody's after me.

- Well, where did you get
the money for all this?

Or why didn't you use it before?

- I just found out what money can buy.

But don't ask me any more questions.

You'll have to take me as I am.

- I'll take you.

(dark orchestral music)

(soft orchestral music)

Beautiful, isn't it?

Yes, wonderful.

Larry!

Platinum!

It- it is real platinum, isn't it?

- It's what the man said.

Real stones too.

- Oh, it must have cost a great deal.

- It didn't break me.

There's plenty more where that came from.

- I've been rotten to you, haven't I?

Just another "this is mine".

Oh, Larry you couldn't understand.

- It's just a shiny piece of junk to me,

but- but that's what you want.

- Oh, it is, it is. I love it.

(soft orchestral music)

Didn't anybody ever tell you that the boy

is supposed to do the
kissing, not the girl?

(soft orchestral music fades)

- [Celia] So they operated on Jack.

- [Larry] You know about that?

- Of course, I have a way
of keeping myself informed.

Don't you think I have any interest

in the poor sick, darling?

When is he going to die?

- I hate to disappoint you,

but I think maybe he's
gonna beat this rap.

- You mean death or the law?
- Maybe both.

- That remains to be seen.

Oh, you're always in
such a hurry, Mr. Nelson.

Aren't you ready to talk business yet?

- Not with you.

- Oh, what a pity! Good-bye.

(soft music)

(ominous music)

- There he is.

(tense orchestral music)

Nelson, you wanna save
yourself a lot of trouble.

You're going to tell us the truth.

We believe you were in on
that armored car holdup,

that you escaped with Jack Bernard

when the gang's hideout was raided

and the rest of the boys were killed.

The loot from the armored car stick-up,

roughly a million dollars,
haven't been recovered.

You expect us to believe
that you don't know

where it's hidden?

- Go right ahead and believe
whatever you wanna believe.

I don't know anything
about it and I care less.

- Has it ever occurred to
you that the sense of touch

is an amazing thing?

Apparently, there are delicate nerves

which extend to our fingertips.

For that reason, the tissue
under our fingernails

is extremely sensitive.

Have you ever had a splinter thrust

under your nail accidentally?

Do you remember how it felt?

(tense orchestral music)

You don't have to prove
anything to us, Nelson.

We know you can take it.

Don't you think it's a little
stupid when you can stop it

simply by telling us what we want to know?

Come on, get it over.

No matter how great your endurance,

every mind has its breaking point.

(Larry grunts)
(suspenseful orchestral music)

(gun fires)
- Hold it.

He's no good to us dead.

- Yeah.

- Bet you'd show up, Larry.

The nights are endless and I can't sleep.

What happened to you?

- I ran into a little trouble

right after I left Celia's apartment.

Three of her friends were laying for me

and knocked me out and took me to a house

somewhere up in the hills.

I couldn't see them.

They held a light on my eyes
all the time I was there.

Only one of them talked.

Kind of worked on me
with a surgical knife.

- Garth. I know him.

I thought the payoff
might keep Celia straight,

but she wants it all,

so she crossed me and
hooked up with Garth.

You see what it means, don't you, Larry?

They're getting ready to move in.

What'd you tell them?

- What could I tell them?

I don't know any more
about it than they do.

See, tell me this, Jack.

Who was your friend that
was on the armored car

heist with you, who escaped
when your hideout was raided?

- His name was Dubois.
- [Larry] And where is he now?

- Dead. Caught a slug in
the chest during the raid.

- That's who they think I am.

It's gonna be great if the
coppers got the same idea.

- Well, I could clear you, couldn't I?

We're in this together, Larry.

- I've got an idea.

It might be worthwhile
for me to steer clear

of you and your pals.

I'm kind of getting used to this outside.

Maybe in time I'll even like it.

- Sure you'll like it. You like it now.

You got yourself a dame lined up.

Dames cost money.

Where are you gonna get it
if you don't get it from me?

- I meant what I said, Jack.

Here's what's left of your money.

What I spent I earned and I
don't want any more of it.

Anything I can do for
you now is wish you luck.

- It's not that easy.

Can you prove where you were

the day of that armored car heist?

I don't think so.

Dubois is at the bottom of a river

where he'll never be found.

All the others were Killed in the raid.

I'm the only man alive
who knows who Dubois was.

Your only alibi.

You can't pull out now.
You've gone too far.

- I'll take my chances on that.

(tense music)

- [Ann] Hello.
- Hello.

- Larry, what have you
been doing to yourself?

- I had a little accident. I'm all right.

- But you're hurt.

You'll need dressings.

- I've got everything I need right here

- I know how to use them better than you.

Sit down. Sit down, Larry.

My goodness, what a mess!

You in a fight?

- Not exactly.

- You have a bad bump here.

The scalp is lacerated, but
there's no break indicated.

- It is solid ivory.

- What'd you do to your hand?

I got caught in a buzzsaw.

- Larry, what on earth happened to you?

All right, it's none of my business.

- Just forget about it, will you?

- Of course.

I haven't seen much of you lately.

- No.

- But Charlotte has, hasn't she?

I don't blame you, she's very attractive.

- Ann, is it true that all
girls are crazy about money?

- No, it isn't true.

It's natural for any girl to want the most

she can get out of life.

When she's in love, she
forgets about such things.

That's a beautiful watch
you gave Charlotte.

- She promised me she wouldn't
tell who gave it to her.

- She's proud of it. That's all.

- Oh, yeah, but shouldn't
a girl keep her promise?

- Larry, there are all
kinds of women in the world.

You probably know as
much about them as I do.

- I didn't have any around where I was.

- Knew your mother, didn't you?

- I didn't know her very long.

I cut my teeth on life in the streets.

At 10 I was one of a dozen
little stinkers around the gang.

Reform schools couldn't hold me.

I broke out of one after the other.

Finally, when I was 15 they buried me

in the toughest joint in the state.

One day I was working on a high wall,

a guard that hated me slapped me down.

I hit him, he fell off and was killed.

I was only kid, but they called it murder

and sent me away for life.

A few months ago they pardoned me,

but I was 15 years away from the world.

I never meant to tell this
to anybody on the outside.

Why have I told you?

- It is good for you to tell somebody.

Well, you'll be all right now.

If you need more help, just call on me.

I'm always around.

- Ann.

Thanks.

I may not see you after tonight.
I'm getting out of here.

- Larry, what are you running away from?

- I'm in a jam.

- Wouldn't you like to tell me about it?

- I suppose you've read
about Jack Bernard.

He held up an armored car
and got away with a million.

- Yes.
- He's here.

- Here?
- A patient in the sanatorium.

- Did you report it to the police?

- No.
- Don't you think you should?

- I can't 'cause another
member of the gang

was never identified.

They're hunting him too.

- Larry, you're not-
- No, no, no.

He's dead, but the police don't know that.

Only Bernard knows it.

And if I turn against him,
he'll swear I'm that guy.

- But you can prove it.
- I can't prove anything.

At the time of the holdup I
was tramping along the road.

Bernard is the only man
alive who can clear me.

- You've got to go to the
police, you've got to!

They wouldn't believe me, my
record alone would convict me.

You don't know what it's like inside.

I used to be afraid of freedom.

Now I can't live without it.

- Larry, you'll never be free

until you learn to accept
your responsibilities.

- Good-bye, Ann.

(dark music)

(soft music)

(phone rings)

- Hi, Charlotte.

- What are you doing here?

- I wanna see Mr. Stoker.

- Stoker?

But there's a strict order
he's to have no visitors.

- Sure, I know. That's why
I came straight to you.

I've gotta see him tonight. It's urgent.

Give me 10 minutes.

- Oh, I wouldn't dare
let you go to his room.

- Who is gonna find out about it?

- Do you want me to get fired?

- Oh, I got good news for you.

Look, wanna see a pretty
picture? A C-note.

That's what it's worth to
me if I talk to him tonight.

Come on, be a smart kid.

What harm can it do?

- But if you excite him-
- Why should I excite him?

I wanna help him get well.

- Ten minutes?
- That's all I need.

When I go, I'll duck out the back way.

(tense orchestral music)

- Red.

- Good old Jack.

- What do you want?

If you didn't know, you're
going bye-bye, fellow.

- No, wait a minute, Red.

You can't taking me out
of here, it'll kill me.

- You're breaking my heart.

- No, no, Red, wait!

- A yip out of you and
I'll put you to sleep

with a broken jaw.

(tense orchestral music)

- Larry, what are you doing
here? Where are you going?

- Stoker's room.
- What for?

- I wanna talk to him.

- But you can't go in now, he's asleep.

- [Larry] I've got to see him!

- [Charlotte] You know what you'll get

if you insist on going there.

Larry, please.
- What's the matter with you?

What happened in there? Where's Stoker?

- I don't know.

The last time I looked, he was asleep.

- He couldn't have gotten out
here by himself, not that way.

Who was in here?

- Nobody.

- Don't give me that,
somebody was in here.

That's why you tried to keep
me out of here just now.

Who was it?

Who was it?

- Oh, it's Chaney.

He said he was an old
friend of Mr. Stoker's.

I didn't dream he meant
any harm, why should 1?

- Chaney!

Chaney!

So that's it.

How long have you known that guy?

- About a month or six weeks.

- And he showed up here
about the same time

Stoker was brought in.

- Yes, just about.

- How well did you know him?

What did he have on you?

- Nothing, I went out
with him, that's all.

- No nurse in her right
mind would do a thing

like you did tonight

unless she was made to do it.

Did he threaten you with something?

- No.

- He hold a gun on you?
- Of course not.

- Then, what did he give you?

- Nothing.

Are you trying to say that I take-

- Don't waste your breath on lies.

I know you a lot better
than you think I do.

What did he give you? Come on, spill it.

Spill it!

- A hundred dollars.

- So for a stinking $100,

you throw your patient's life away.

(glass crushes)

(tense music)

Where's Ann?

- Somewhere on this floor, why?

- Go get her.

- What for?
- I said get her!

(dramatic orchestral music)

Ann, Stoker has been kidnapped.

- Stoker!

- I think I know where he's been taken.

- What did he say in that note?

- I've only been there once before,

but I'm sure I can find the place again.

I've got to find it. I've
got to keep him alive.

- I need your help, Ann.
- Of course, anything.

- Get your car and take this
to the nearest police station.

Tell them to keep it safe.

Tell them to come to a log cottage

in the hills back up there.

It's on the road overlooking a lake.

It's a summer place closed for the season.

That's all I know.

- Let me do it.
- Go ahead, Ann.

- I'll do my best.

- Why did you drag her into this?

- Because I know I can trust her.

Don't report this until morning,

I may have him back before then. (scoffs)

Have a good time on your hundred bucks.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(tires screech)

(ominous music)

(lock clicks)

(door creaks)

(door closes)

- Hold it, Nelson. Don't move.

- Take it easy. I came here
to make a deal with you boys.

- Well, we're listening.

- I want Stoker.

- You mean you want Jack Bernard?

What have you got to trade with?

- I'll tell you when I see him.

- We're always hospitable.

Come upstairs, I'll take you to him.

- Jack, Jack.

- How is he?

- I don't know, I've tried everything,

but I can't revive him.

- Perhaps we played a
little too rough with Jack.

Nelson, you know about these things.

See what you think.

- He's dead.

It sort of complicates things, doesn't it?

- Not too much, we still have you.

(lock clicks)

(door closes)

Hey, what's the idea?

- Take it easy. Where is everybody?

- Upstairs. Nelson's here.

- That's swell. Come on, get up there.

Got anything out of Jack?
- Not a word. He's dead.

- [Kidnapper] Dead?

- Who is this?

Why did you bring her here?

- Wait a minute, wait.

After you guys got away,

I saw Nelson find a note
that Jack had hidden

in a picture frame.

Then he sent for this
nurse, gave her the note

and told her to head for
the nearest police station.

Only I couldn't find the
note, so I brought her along.

- I'll find it.

- It won't do you any good to search me.

I haven't got it on me.

- [Garth] What did you do with it?

- Do you think I'll tell you that?

- Search her anyway.

If you don't find it,
maybe I can make her talk.

Nelson will tell you, I'm pretty
good at that sort of thing.

- I'll do the talking.
(tense music)

You're right. My name is
not Nelson, it's Dubois.

I was the jerk on the armored car heist

and both of us escaped when
our hideout was raided,

only I was never
identified by the coppers.

Miss Taylor here knows all about it.

At the sanatorium I could
only get to Jack at night

and she helped me.

She was to go with me after
the final cut was made.

- What about Charlotte?

- Well, you know what she is.
I didn't dare trust the dame.

- And the note?

- It's a claim check in it

for a locker trunk at a
storage place in Philadelphia.

Buckner's.

- Is the cash from the
armored car in that trunk?

- Yes. Ann was supposed
to wait for me in Philly.

I had to do what I could for
Jack. I owed him that much.

Well, what did you do with the note?

Well, come on, come on, tell him.

Tell him. Can't you see we're stuck?

- I pushed it down back
of the seat of my car.

It's still there.

- Where is your car?

- In the parking lot at the sanatorium.

- It might not be safe for us

to go back there now.

- It'll be safe for me.
I could get it for you.

Buckner's is open 24 hours a day.

I could bring it back tonight.

- All right. We'll play it that way.

We'll keep Miss Taylor here.

Chaney and Latzo will go with you.

Don't let him out of your sight.

Wait a minute.

There's a key on a chain
around Jack's neck.

Must be the key to the trunk.

(tense music)

That's funny.

- What's the matter?

- Face is wet with perspiration.

Wasn't it that way when he died?

- I don't remember.

Miss Taylor, you're a nurse.

Would you say this man is dead?

- Yes, quite dead.

- What about the key?
- I'll keep that.

Let Dubois claim the trunk.
You stay with him every minute.

And don't get me ideas about
not coming back with it.

- Don't think I'm
falling out on this deal.

I want an equal cut with the rest of you.

- Don't worry. You'll get your cut.

Both of you.

- [Kidnapper] Okay, come on.

(tense music)

(doorbell buzzes)

- Well, you, you caught
me napping. (chuckles)

What do you want?

- A trunk.
- A trunk?

Huh? How long has it been here?

- I don't know, maybe- maybe 30 days.

- 30 days.

I hope I can find it.

- So does he.

(trunk thuds)

- Can't you be a little more careful?

- Of that piece of junk? Ha!

If that's mine, I'd burn it up.

Sign here, sir, and that'll be $3.

Be sure to write in the name
that's on the claim check.

Then sign your own, please.

Getting a guy out at this time of night

for a dime's worth of
dirty underwear! (chuckles)

Thank you, sir, and good night.

- You guys must be going some place.

- Yeah.

- What do you got in there, dead bodies?

- Seven dead bodies.
- Midgets.

- (chuckles) Okay, fellas.

(tense music)

(car doors closing)

- Here they come.

(tense music)

Everything all right?
- No trouble at all.

- Seven dead bodies.

- What are you talking about?

- That's what he said was in there.

- That's what it represents, isn't it?

Three guards that died in the armored car,

three of the mob that
were killed in the raid,

and tonight, Jack Bernard.

- Let's finish this and get out of here.

- Not until we find out
what's in the trunk.

This guy might have been stringing us.

We'll find out.

There's your inheritance, Celia.

- Think it's all there?
- How can he tell?

- [Kidnapper] Going to
the figures on the tags,

looks like the original haul is intact.

- Well, we can count it, can't we?

- Crazy to get your
fingers in it, aren't you?

- I can take a shower bath in the stuff.

- We'll go into that later.

Right now, we better hit the road.

- Don't forget, we have
some unfinished business.

- That's right, we've got
to settle with our partner.

We promised you an even cut, didn't we?

- You said I'd get what you all get

and that's just the way
it's gonna work out.

- He means we'll be caught.

- You are caught.

The stuff's got you right now.

It's plenty there and more,

but not one of you are
satisfied with an even share.

Each and every one of you

is figuring how he can get it all.

(tense music)

(glass shatters)

(chaotic orchestral music)

- [Celia] Come on!

- Contact the ranger station
and report this fire.

Get those people!

- That's him! That's the man!

- Larry, you can't go
back in there, you can't!

I've got to, I've gotta get Stoker!

- Hold it, you're under
arrest and so are you.

- No, no! There's a man
alive in there, Jack Bernard!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- So you did call a copper.

- Jack, you gotta clean me.

Tell them, tell them who I am.

- Sure I will.

He's Dubois, the only
guy left who was with me

in the armored car stick-up.

Write that in your book
and use it to fry him.

- No! Don't do this!

You've got minutes to live, seconds.

Don't take him with you.

Please. Please.

- Okay, this guy's clean.

You'll find Dubois in the river,

under a pier, foot of Pine Street,

with a weight to keep him there.

I always was a sucker for a dame.

(Ann sobs)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)