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Look out!

You nuts or somethin'?

What's the matter with you?
Can't you see this truck?

Hey, where you goin'?

Come back here!

Makes no sense.

No sense at all, Ben.

I mean, that cabbie ran him down,
just like that.

Moore had time to get one shot off.

- Moore?
- Don Moore.

Did you notify the chaplain?

- Chief's office?
- Yes, sir.

- DA?
- Yes, sir.

Quick look at that cab.

Apparently, the cab driver panicked
after he rammed that rig.

Maybe.

It still isn't much of a
reason for Moore to be dead.

I want lots of coverage on this, Dave.

That gun certainly knocks
out the panic theory.

Possibly used that gun on Moore,

if the cab hadn't been
a handier weapon.

Sure looks that way, Ben.

Why?

Fred!

That's too bad about Moore.

We heard most of it
while we were rolling.

Anything to add?

Well, nothing from the truck driver.

The other witness is Philip Dressier

of the San Francisco Opera Company.

Just got in on the Ansonia.

Dressier says a porter at Pier 41

took his bag,
threw it in this cab,

porter disappeared
and the cab dug out fast.

Witnesses corroborated the story.

- That Dressler's bag?
- Yeah.

We'll book it for evidence.

Run it through the lab for prints.

This Dressier seems pretty reputable

You don't think his bag
means anything, do you?

I don't know what to think.
The whole case doesn't add up.

What about this cab
driver, Fred, you make him?

No, no ID, wallet, nothing.

Call the cab company,
get a rundown on the cab.

It's possibly hot.

And run that gun, too.

When the coroner arrives,
tell him we want

a set of his prints as
soon as we can get 'em.

Run them though the Bureau.

Can't identify 'em, we'll
get a FBI make on 'em.

- All right, Ben.
- See you, Fred.

I see this cab's comin' at me
like suicide's back in style.

- Are you Mr Dressier?
- Yes, that's right.

I'm Lieutenant Guthrie.
This is Inspector Quine.

How do you do, gentlemen?

Well, it's unfortunate
we have to meet

under these
awful circumstances, I know.

We meet a lot of people under

unpleasant circumstances,
Mr Dressier.

I understand that that bag
in that cab belongs to you.

- That's correct, sir.
- Mind describing the contents for us?

Not at all.

There's really nothing
of value in the bag.

Some personal things,

and a few knick-knacks
I picked up in Hong Kong.

What kind of knick-knacks?

Oh, a few ebony pieces,
and a rather...

rather unusual statuette. I...

I think that's about it.

Is the statuette very valuable?

You mean valuable enough
to have this happen?

We're looking for
some kind of a motive.

...I only paid
twenty dollars for it.

Now, you told Inspector Asher
this porter took your bag,

threw it in a taxi cab, and the cab
took off without waiting for you.

- Is that right?
- That's absolutely right, sir.

You know, stealing a bag
that's worth nothing, it...

well, it seems pretty
senseless, doesn't it?

It would be,
except two people are dead.

Would you recognise this
porter if you saw him again?

Possibly, possibly not.

I'd... I'd be glad to try, though.

We'd appreciate it, Mr Dressier.

What is your address?

3960 Lake Street.

- Phone?
- Seabright 10711.

We might be calling on you.

Well, I'll be at the Opera House
most of the afternoon.

All right, Mr Dressier.
That'll be all for now, thanks.

Well, what about my bag?

Well, we'll have to
hold it for a while.

The crime lab will want to go over it
for fingerprints and so on.

Yes, of course.

- Well, good day, gentlemen.
- Good day.

Why, Ben?
No rhyme, no reason.

Yet Don Moore is dead.

Uh-uh.

The gun's as dead as your
cab driver, fellas. I'm sorry.

We can usually bring the
serial number right out,

no matter how well
it's been filed down,

but, in this case, it's been
completely gouged out,

probably by a gunsmith.

Somebody sure wanted to
guarantee it couldn't be traced.

Oh, it's a pro's gun, all right.

Lab, Thompson speaking.

Yeah, yeah, he's right here.

Ben.

Guthrie.

Oh, you did? Fine.

Who?

What does his rap sheet show?

Well, try and confirm his last address

and let us know, will you?

All right, thanks.

The B of I made the cab driver.

The coroner got the prints
right over there.

His name is James Sanford
Jenkins, nicknamed "Lefty".

What are his priors?

His rap sheet shows his
last big fall was at Q.

Did five years on a 211 robbery.

Drove the getaway car
in a Sausalito bank job.

He's supposed to be one of the
best wheelmen on the coast.

Maybe we're getting somewhere.

Norm, did you get any
prints off Dressler's bag?

Yeah, we lifted a good clear set,

but they don't match up
with anything we have here.

Well maybe they will later
when we get the FBI make.

Hey, now.

She shows up hollow under the lights.

There's something inside.

I'm sure it's heroin.

Give it the Marquis reagent test.

All right.

If that's the pure stuff,
there's enough in there

to fix every addict in San Francisco
for the next two weeks.

And after it's cut,
it'll be worth over $100,000.

What was it Dressier said?

"Just a few knick-knacks"?

We'll get him in here, fast.

No, Al, we'll go and talk
to him at the Opera House.

Oh?
Well, how will we handle it?

We'll soft-pedal it.
We won't tip.

Thompson, I want a dummy
package of milk sugar

in that same wrapping.

And put the statuette together
exactly the way it was.

Okay.

Then the plan is that we let Dressier

make the delivery if he's guilty.

Well, obviously this is a big
narcotics smuggling operation,

with more than one man
responsible for Don Moore's death.

But I want to get 'em all.

Where can we find Mr Dressier, please?

In his office.

Down the corridor there,
second door to your right.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

There was sure a slew of stuff in here

to mark and photograph.

We might get a record
of it for evidence.

Yeah, but suppose Dressier

spots our marks on these items?

That'll throw the whole plan
out the window, won't it?

- I don't think so.
- Oh?

If our friend Dressier

can spot police identification marks,

at least we'll know
one thing about him.

And what's that?

He's guilty.

Yes?

Oh, gentlemen, I didn't
expect to see you so soon.

I see you brought my bag.
Thank you very much.

Yes, we want to talk to you
about the porter that took it.

Do you think you could identify him?

I don't know. Possibly.

We'd appreciate it if you'd
come down to the Hall of Justice,

tomorrow morning at nine,
and take a look at the porters

who worked the Ansonia dock
in the lineup.

You might be able
to recognise the man

who took the bag,
and threw it in the cab.

Yes, I'd...
I'd be glad to.

Good. Oh, there's
one thing more, Mr Dressier.

We'll have to check the
contents of the bag with you.

We like to be sure nothing's
missing before we release it.

Oh, of course, of course.

Oh, do you mind?
I think, over on the table,

we'll have a little more room.

- Sure.
- Thank you very much.

You know, I still
don't know why anyone

would want to steal this bag.

Let's see...

Yes, everything seems
to be here, all right.

Here's an interesting item.

Yes, I found that in a
curio shop in Hong Kong.

Beautiful carving, isn't it?

You know, it's amazing,
the buys you can still find.

But you do have
to know your merchandise.

I can well imagine.

Now, here's a case in point.

Day I was leaving Hong Kong,

an Oriental came to my room with this.

Said one of the
local antique merchants

Thought I might be interested.

Well, when he
told me the price, I was.

How much did you say
you paid for that, again?

Twenty dollars.
Can you imagine?

Must be four or
five hundred years old.

Certainly sounds like a great buy.

What would you say it's worth here?

Well, if I were
interested in selling it,

I'm sure I'd get a great
deal more than I paid for it.

Well, thanks, Mr Dressier.

See you at the lineup
tomorrow morning.

- Oh yes, of course.
- Good day, Mr Dressier.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I still think we should have
booked him on possession, Ben,

and then turned him over to
Customs on the smuggling rap.

Both cases seem open and shut.

Maybe they are, but if Dressler's
involved with a narcotics ring,

he's more good to us
out on the street.

We can pick him up any time.

If he's smuggling heroin,
sooner or later he's gonna have to

try and make contact
with his connection here.

Inspectors, Operator.

Inspector Asher, please.

Fred? Ben.

We just left Dressier
at the Opera House.

I want a 24-hour tail on him,
and his house staked out.

That's right.

And I want all the porters who
were on the Ansonia dock today

brought in tomorrow
morning for the lineup.

Well, ask them if they'll cooperate,
but I want 'em there.

Well, if you want us, we'll
be in Chester MacPhee's office

at the Customs House.

Yeah.

Come in.

Ben, Al, sit down.

Hello, Chet.

Chet, a tourist's valise got
two men killed this morning.

One of them was a police
officer named Don Moore.

I'm sorry, Ben.

So am I, 'cause the bag
was cleared through Customs.

What was the contraband?

A quarter kilo of heroin

concealed in an Oriental statuette.

That's a lot of junk
to miss, isn't it?

I don't want to see any
of the boys get killed,

especially through
someone else's carelessness.

What?

Look, take it easy, Ben.

Ben feels pretty badly
about this, Chet.

I know, Al, and I don't blame him.

Approximately 130 million people

are cleared through Customs
nationwide every year.

And my baby is the
biggest port on the coast.

Come here, Ben,
I wanna show you something.

Now this area is the chief
target in the country

for running in narcotics.

4,500 ships a year, almost 400
a month, come into this port.

That's about
one million people annually.

Now, my men are
the best in the business,

but there's just not enough
of them to go around.

There are too many loopholes.

And that's why, now and
then, we miss a big one.

I'm sorry, Chet.

Maybe we can help each other on this.

What's your rundown, Ben?

Well, the bag belonged
to a man named Dressier.

Philip Dressier. He came in
on the Ansonia this morning.

Philip Dressier?

Well he'd never
risk his reputation

by being involved with narcotics,

and he certainly doesn't need money.

Oh, we've interrogated him,
of course, without tipping him.

He tells a pretty straight story.

Said he bought the statuette

from an unidentified
Oriental in Hong Kong.

Mm-hmm.
How'd you handle it?

We replaced the heroin
with a dummy shipment,

then returned the statuette
and the bag to him.

But we have Dressier under
24-hour stakeout now.

Well, it sounds like the usual MO.

You've run across it before?

Tourists.

Reputable travellers being
used as innocent smugglers.

And I'd say that's what
happened to Dressier.

A shipment of heroin
is planted on him.

He brings the stuff in
through Customs.

Doesn't suspect a thing.
Once past us...

his bags get stolen.
It's just that simple.

How can a handful of agents

check out every single tourist
that goes through?

Precisely.

Oh, sure, we get tips from overseas
about narcotic shipments,

and we nab 'em
just as soon as they hit port.

And we know who
the regular runners are,

and which seamen are suspect.

But where do you look if
every tourist who comes in

is a potential runner?

This man's first long fall was in '46.

He did three and a half in Q on a 211.

In '50, he was back in,
same conviction.

Now he's finally hit bottom.

All right, get out, all of you.

You all know about
Officer Don Moore

being deliberately run
down and killed yesterday

by a cab driver
known as Lefty Jenkins.

Now we hope this lineup
will show up the porter

who worked with Jenkins.

Mr Philip Dressier,
who saw the porter,

is sitting in with us this morning,

while we run through the 31 porters

who work for the
Ansonia Steamship Lines.

All right, bring on the line.

Okay, boys, this way.

Right up the stairs.

Move a little farther down, please.

That's it, now spread out.

We thank you, gentlemen,
for your cooperation.

We know it isn't pleasant
to be standing up there

like goldfish in a bowl.

Look, er...
we don't mind cooperating,

but, er...
let's get it over with.

This is costin' us money.

We'll get it over with
just as fast as possible.

Now if you'll all straighten
up and face forward, please.

Now, first man step forward.

Now turn to your right, please.

No, to the right.

That's it.

Now, to the left.

Okay, step back.

Next man forward, please.

Down the stairs, please.

Step back, please, thank you.

Next man.

Okay, to your left.

Fine, step back.

Next man.

Step back.

Third man.

Would you remove
your glasses, please?

Thank you.

All right, thank you, gentlemen.

Step down, boys.

All right, thank you, step back.

Next man.

Turn to your right.

That's it, now to the left.

All right, step back.

Now, the last man forward, please.

Turn to your right.

And to your left.

Okay, step back, please.

Okay, I want to thank
you for your cooperation.

That's all, gentlemen.

Well, that's it for today.

I'm sorry, but...
I just wasn't sure.

What, none of them came even close?

Yes, and no.

You know what I mean?

Well, it's like a waiter.
You order lunch,

and you just concentrate
on the menu.

No-one ever remembers what
his waiter looks like.

Same thing yesterday
with that porter.

I never did get a good look at him.

Well, thanks very much
for coming down.

Will you see Mr Dressier
gets home, Fred?

Sure.

Finally ran down Lefty Jenkins'
address. 11 Kent Street.

If you need me,
I'll be downstairs.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

Jenkins certainly
had a great spot here

for a Halloween party.

Yeah, no self-respecting witch

would bring a broom into this trap.

Al, a fit.

Coroner's report will probably show

the usual number of needle marks.

You know, if Jenkins had a big habit,

that could account for a
wheelman with his reputation

piling into that rig on a routine job.

Might have needed a fix pretty bad,

lost his control,
lost his coordination.

You know, one thing
bothers me, though.

What's that?

Why a well-organised operation

would hire a junkie as a wheelman.

You know, that could be the mistake

that'll nail 'em, Ben.

Folsom's full of mistakes.

Let's prowl the rest of this place
and then get outta here.

I'm in favour of that.

I wonder where that lab man is.

He ought to be here by now.

If this mark is in our file,

it'll give us one more guy to talk to

about Jenkins and his playmates:

his laundryman.

Any relationship between
Jenkins and a laundryman

is purely coincidental.

Al, there's a funny thing
about this calendar.

Two days are circled,
and one is yesterday.

Yesterday?

That's the day
Jenkins got himself killed.

Hey, maybe he was psychic?

What's the other?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Do you suppose he was
scheduled for a repeat,

you know, to pick up another
dope shipment for tomorrow?

A 901 just came over the air for you
as we were driving up, Ben.

- Call your office.
- All right, thanks, Murray.

Go over the whole place thoroughly,

and let me know if you
come up with anything.

Right.

- See you, Murray.
- Okay.

Okay, we'll cover it.

Coast Guard just found
a John Doe in the Bay.

They're bringing the body in now.

Dressed in a porter's uniform.

He's one of the porters we
saw in the lineup, all right.

Sure bet he's been murdered.

They're eliminating
each other, all right.

But for every one you get rid of,

there's two more ready and waiting.

Fasten your seat belts, please.

We're coming in now, sir.

Would you mind
extinguishing your cigarette?

We're coming in now, sir.

Would you fasten
your seat belts, please?

Please fasten your seat belts.

Case.

Julian, you take this whole business

about the subjunctive, I don't know.

All right, Dancer, all right.

What's so difficult
about the subjunctive?

Well, you take this, for instance.

If I was you, you know?

That's all wrong.

It says here, "if I were you".

How far can you go with
this special stuff?

It sets you up, Dancer.

It sets you up, remember that.

How many characters you know
hang around street corners

can say, "if I were you"?

How many, huh?

- "If I were you."
- "If I were you."

Yeah, yeah, I see.

It's gonna be a good day.

A real good one, I can feel it.

It's gonna be a tight one, Julian,
that's what it's gonna be.

In and out.

No, Dancer,
it's going to be a good one.

Er...
Er... look, are you Dancer?

Who are you?

I'm McLain, you know.
Sandy McLain?

I don't know any McLain.

Look, you see, Jenkins
got himself killed.

So?

So, he's out.

I mean, it's just as simple as that.

Look, I brought the car along.

Would you like to take a look at it?

What car?

The car we're gonna use.

How do you like it?

How does he like what?

The car.

- Who are you?
- He says McLain.

What do you want?

I'm your wheelman.

Wheelman?

Yeah, I'm gonna drive you.

- You know, on the job?
- Job?

Why, we're here to see the sights.

What sights?

What's the matter, you think
I'm a cop or somethin'?

Why don't you call our people?

Yeah, yeah, I'll call Chicago.

Chicago?

Now, wait a minute. I was told
you guys were from Miami.

Yeah, you know, I could
believe it, with them tans.

You've got a lucky sense
of geography, my friend.

Maybe.

Why don't you give us a name?

Lasky.

Lasky sent you.

Okay.

I don't like the car.

I like my wheels stored
in a prepared drop.

I like 'em kept under
cover till I'm ready.

I want my plates snatched

not more than one hour
before I move.

Return it, it's too new.

Look, you don't get it.

You see, I rented this car with
a fake set of credit cards,

a phooey driver's licence,
and I fixed it up all by myself,

so nobody's gonna catch us.

Because she's so souped-up
nobody can catch us.

Maybe the clerk will remember you.

Nah, chance in a thousand.

It's one chance too many.

It's your mug in the lineup,
not ours, if you get caught.

We got a cool car for a change.

I'd like to meet our employer.

This spread, all rented.

No check-in, no luggage,

no bellhops remembering
how much you tipped 'em.

That's sharp.

I got your money.

You gonna count it?

Dancer never counts.

Nobody ever gave us a short count yet.

Well, it... it could be the
porter who stole my bag.

Are you sure?

Well, I'd hate to say yes,
and then find that

the man who was
responsible was still at large.

Yeah, sure.

Would it help your memory at all

to know that the fingerprints
we found on your grip

match the fingerprints
of that man in there?

- Do they?
- They do.

Well, then, I guess that's it.

Yes, he does look like
the man at that.

Who was he, Ben?

His name was Blinky Simms.

He has a long record with the FBI.

How was he killed?

Someone gave him a shot that was hot.

Hot?

Blinky was on heroin.

He was probably promised a
fix for stealing your bag.

Instead, he got a hot-shot,

a deadly poison injected
directly into the bloodstream.

Well, thanks very much for
coming down, Mr Dressier.

This has all been quite
upsetting, gentlemen,

but if you need me for
anything else, please call me.

Mm-hmm.

I don't like Mr Philip Dressier.

Too smooth.

Well, like him or not,
he's clean as a plaster saint

as far as we're concerned right now.

How does it feel to
make five Gs in one day?

Dancer derives no
particular feeling from it.

Oh no, not much!

I've been watching you, McLain.

You've been comin' on too big.

I don't like that.

- Look, I just...
- Please, we prefer

as little conversation as
possible from outsiders.

Dancer works better that way.

You didn't know before.

Now, you do.

Where do we meet this guy?

Pacific Dock, straight ahead.

How do we know that's him?

He's wearin' horn-rimmed
glasses, ain't he?

He's wearin' a trench coat, ain't he?

With the collar turned down?

Now, it's got to be him,
because who wears a trench coat

with the collar turned down?

That's Staples, huh?

I knew a guy like him once.

No, you didn't.

There's never been a guy like Dancer.

He's a wonderful,
pure pathological study.

A psychopath with no inhibitions.

Lasky sent me.

Well, right on time.

I'm always on time.

They're due to get off
the boat pretty soon.

I'll point out the marks to you.

You see, Dancer is an addict.

An addict with a real big habit.

H, like in heroin, huh?

H, like in hate.

Oh?

Well, I tell ya,
he don't chill me none.

It's bad enough
Dancer's got a rough job.

We have to be saddled
with a cripple, too?

Listen, dipso, if I ever
see you with a bottle...

- Okay.
- If I even smell it...

Okay, okay, okay.

Look, I... I drive better
with it, you know? I...

I think better, too.

It's just like a medicine for my mind.

Your prescription's
just been canceled.

Two of the three parties
we want are passengers.

The other one's in the crew.

So?

The Man told me to deliver it to you.

What you pick up, you put in it.

How do I make the pass?

At four o'clock today,
you're at Sutro's Museum.

You're at the maritime exhibit.

You got that pouch.

You see a ship's binnacle
at the end of the room.

It's got a sliding panel behind it.

You slide it open,
put that pouch inside.

You close it.

You do this so nobody sees you.

That's all.

You got a time spread, but
you gotta be out of Sutro's

no later than five after four.

Want me to repeat?

The pouch will be picked
up at five after four?

All I know is you gotta be
outta that place by then.

You're repeating yourself.

Pretty neat operation, huh?

But then, it figures.

The Man's a very neat type.

Here they come.

There, the tall man in the Homburg.

The lady in the white hat.

Their name is Sanders,
they live at 9020 Jackson.

Private residence.

Sanders, 9020 Jackson.

Better write it down.

I said "hadn't you better
write it down?"

I never write anything down.

I hope you know what...

They got two in help,
an Oriental houseboy,

and a maid named Elsie.

Elsie wears a hearing aid.

The stuff is packed in the
handles of a set of ivory

and silver flatware
they bought in Bangkok.

There, the lady and the kid.

Dorothy Bradshaw,
and her daughter, Cindy.

Is she a carrier?

Those are the breaks.

Our Tokyo connection fingered her.

She bought a doll for the kid.

The stuff's in the doll.

Eighth of a kilo of the purest.

Like the rest, she's a carrier,
and doesn't know it.

How can you finger these people?

You've never seen them before.

I saw their photographs.

They were air-mailed to me
from Hong Kong.

No chance of a mistake?

The Man don't make mistakes.

So, she's a carrier?

It's too bad, lady.

She's stopping at the Mark Hopkins.

The last one's still aboard.

We can see him from over there.

He's one of the crew.

That's Warner
coming down on that thing.

He's carrying a shipment
in a Tang Dynasty horse.

All you gotta do is ask him for it.

He was told to deliver it
himself to a Mr Evans.

You're Evans.

Just comes breezing in

with a package of stuff under his arm?

A clean-cut kid like that?

You think Customs got enough
men to frisk everybody 100%?

Plus, he doesn't know
what's in the horse.

He's strictly a pigeon.

One of the Man's
Hong Kong suppliers set him up.

Where do I make my meet with him?

He was told a Mr Evans
would contact him

at the Seaman's Club.

Well, my job is done.

Evans.

You mind if I ask you somethin'?

Ask.

Ah, never mind.

Ask.

No of fence, you understand.

I was just gonna ask, what
makes a guy like you tick?

I had an old man once.

Well, most people do.

I never met mine.

I'll see ya around, Finger.

The pass is at four.

What's that?

The siren on top of
the Ferry Building.

Blows three times a day,
just like now.

Eight o'clock in the morning,
twelve noon, four-thirty.

Like I told you, Julian,
it's gonna be a tough one.

In and out.

And I say it's going to be
a smooth one.

The pass is at four.

When the siren blows
at four-thirty,

we'll be all finished, so relax.

Now, what's your procedure?

I wanna look the ground over.

2090 Jackson, the Mark Hopkins,
and the Seaman's Club.

In that order.

Hi.

Just got off a ship.
I'm filthy.

I'd like a steam.

All right, you'll find some
towels down by the steam room.

Thanks.

Oh, and say,
will you tell the operator

I'm expecting a call
from a Mr Evans?

Larry Warner's the name.

- Sure, Mr Warner.
- Thanks.

Mr Evans calling Larry Warner.

I'll come by.

Mr Warner?

Warner? Here.

I'm Evans.

How about a steam?

What?

How about a steam?

Got the room all to myself.

Sure, why not?

Steam.

Don't stay in too long.
It opens the pores.

That's a yock.

Yock?

Okay, okay, "that's amusing".

Better, much better.

Yock's a crude word.

I'll hang up your things.

Hey, you like
it thick, don't you?

Who likes it thin?

I don't like it when
I can't see who I'm talking to.

"Whom."

My friend in Hong Kong
said you were a top collector

of Tang Dynasty in this country.

He oughta know.

Shows you what a small world this is.

Well, I always liked Chinese art,

so I'm standing in front of
this store window in Hong Kong,

and the guy who owns the
store said, "Come on in."

We hit it off.

He put me up at his house,
fed me, got me on a ship's crew.

He asked me to bring it in for you.

Said it was very rare.

He was afraid it'd get chipped
if he sent it by freight.

I took good care of it, Mr Evans.

Real good care.

You got it here?

Yeah, upstairs.

If you've had enough steam,
we'll go upstairs and get it now.

No, no, kid, you stay here
and take some more steam.

I'll run up and get the horse.

What's your room number?

No, that's okay,
I want to come along.

Right upstairs, 604.

You just tell me where
the key is, and I'll...

Look, there's no keys here.

This is the Seaman's Club.

People trust each other.

Like you.

You trust me, don't you?

Or do you?

You think I was born yesterday?

You're no more a collector
of antiques than I am.

I found out what's
really inside that horse.

You took a chance smuggling
that stuff into the country, kid.

Nah.

Never broke the law in my life.

Nobody'd ever figure me
to do anything wrong.

So what's now?

So? I'm broke, that's all.

Just B-R-O-K-E.

But, if you give me, er...

say, a thousand dollars,

we could both forget
I know anything.

You think that'll about cover it?

Why be greedy?

No, the repair man's in there, boys.

Be about five minutes.

Let's go for a swim.

Two Kids tried to get in.

They got a good look at me.
We're gonna leave separately.

Okay.

Room 604, it's unlocked.

Get the junk out of the
horse while I dress.

In the car in three minutes, okay?

Did he say anything for me?

He said, "why be greedy?"

"Why be greedy?"

Those were his last words.

"Why be greedy?"

That'll print well for an epitaph.

Thanks.

Okay, okay, stop droolin',
and get goin', Julian.

Yeah.

Let me have another one
from this angle, only closer.

How soon can I get the autopsy report?

Today sometime.

Oh, that's a help.
Don't commit yourself.

Ben, you've known me
for fifteen years.

You know you don't have to push me.

Well, I wanna get that
slug as soon as possible,

to run a ballistics make on it.

No!

- You through with him?
- Yeah.

Ben.

Nobody heard a shot,
including a half dozen kids

who've been hanging around
the locker room all morning.

Could have been a silencer.

All right, boys.

Would you mind
giving us a rundown

on the story again, please?

Well, there's not much to run.

Warner came in for a steam.

Said he was expecting a
call from a guy named, um...

Evans.

So I relayed it to the switchboard.

And what time did Warner get here?

Well, it's marked right here...

Yeah, signed in at 11:05.

Well, was anyone around here

asking for Warner this morning?

Either before or after eleven?

Nobody I saw, and I've
been on duty since eight.

But then, anyone can get past me
when I'm away from the desk.

Well, is there anything
else you can tell us?

- No, that's it.
- All right, thanks.

- Get his name and address, Fred.
- Okay.

- Hi, fellows.
- Hi.

Hi.

A guy really got
killed in there, huh?

- Shot, huh?
- He sure did, son.

Having himself a steam.

Boom, just like that.

What time did you boys
get here this morning?

Oh, around 11:15.

Guy says it'll be about five minutes

before we can get in the steam room.

- The attendant?
- No, some other guy.

He was standing right over there

by the steam room door,
keeping us out.

So we went and took a swim.

Well, what did he look like?

I'd say he was about five-nine, ten,
160 maybe. Wouldn't you?

Yeah, and he was
wearing a dark grey suit.

And he had a tan. Real good tan.

And he was pretty old, too.
Fifty, maybe.

Oh, and he has a mustache.

Got that, Fred?

Yeah, I'll get it right on the air.

We'd better get down to the desk
and have them send someone

up to Warner's room
to go in with us.

- Yeah.
- You stick around, fellas.

We want you down at the Hall,
look at some mugshots.

- Yes, sir.
- Apparently, the hood on lookout

had a triggerman
who was his partner on the job.

- It's funny no-one saw the other guy.
- Yeah.

You really didn't
need me here, gentlemen.

These rooms are never locked.

Well, it will be now till
the coroner gets through with it.

We'll have an officer stand by.

- Ben.
- Mmm?

Customs report.

The victim docked today
on the Pacific Princess.

Only one declared item.

An antique Tang Dynasty
horse, no stated value.

Looks like Warner
was quite a traveller.

Well, nothing like
the trip he just took.

It's hollowed out,
just like the Dressier statue.

If that thing was filled with dope,

it'd be worth a million bucks.

Well, that's why Warner was killed.

Let's get the lab boys up here.

- Keep this door locked.
- Yes, sir.

Now remember, take your time.

Just take your time,
and keep it impersonal.

- Do you understand?
- Okay, okay.

Now, by four-thirty,
we'll be finished.

You sound like a coach between halves.

Just drive the car, dipso.

Didn't mean nothin'.

You know, but would you mind
if I were to buy just a little jug?

Just take a belt once in a while.

I don't wanna get a heat on, I just...

No.

Aw.

Did he have to kill that kid?

When you live outside the law,

you have to eliminate dishonesty.

That kid, as you call him,
made a deal,

and tried to shake us down.

That's fundamentally dishonest,

so he had to die.

Besides, a dead man
can't point at you.

Your buddy gives me the creeps.

What does he think, he's the only
expert around here, or somethin'?

If he continues to listen
to me, he'll be the best.

Yes?

I'm Evans, from the ship.

The one Mr and Mrs Sanders just...

Oh, they are resting now, Mr Evans.

Would you like to leave your card?

No, that's all right.

I'd just as soon not get
them involved in this anyway.

Some mix-up down at the dock.

Something about a set of
flatware the Sanders' brought in?

Oh, yes.

Please, come in.

This way, please.

In the dining room, sir.

We started to put it away.

I'm glad you didn't put it away yet.

I may have to take this set
back for an hour or two.

Take it back?

Someone else brought in
a set exactly like this,

and they're claiming
this is their set,

while the one they're holding
belongs to the Sanders.

Well, I don't understand, sir.

You know, like
sometimes they get babies

mixed up in a hospital.

Well, Mr Sanders is
a very precise person.

I don't see how.

Well, the shipping
cartons are exactly alike.

Maybe they got 'em mixed up
down at the docks.

Maybe they didn't.
That's what we've gotta find out.

It's a routine matter.

I'll take this stuff back,

and let the people satisfy themselves,

and then [I'll bring the
right set back here.

But I couldn't let you do that, sir.

No?

I must first ask Mr Sanders.

But you said he was resting.

You come back, two hours.

No, I can't, those
people are waiting there.

You come back, please.

Put those back there.

You go now.

I ask Mr Sanders when he wake up.

Put 'em back.

Mr Sanders!

The last thing he said was
"Mr Sanders!"

Oh, I like that.

It demonstrates his servility,

his need for help,
his dependence.

That's very interesting.

Oh, Ben, here are the reports

on the airline hostesses
we interviewed.

Anything?

Well, most of the ones
that came in

on the long non-stop flights
are off duty.

We've only located
five out of eighteen.

You run down anything else
on that cab that Jenkins was driving?

I'm afraid not, Ben.

It was stolen yesterday morning,
over at Lake Merritt in Oakland,

while the cabbie was having coffee.

Dressler's stakeout
comes up with nothing.

Well, it could be he's clean.

Better keep a tail on him,
though, for his own protection.

Right.

For his own protection?

Well, that was a sizeable
shipment of heroin.

Those gunmen don't know
we spotted it.

They might write it off,
or they might...

pay a call on Dressier.

You know, somewhere out there
are a couple of hired gunmen,

in town to do a job.

Maybe right now, they're lining up

that Smith & Wesson .38
on another target.

Are you looking for
the lady in 942?

Yeah... Yes.

[, um...
I have something for her.

Well, you'd better
leave it at the desk,

or come back later,
because she's left.

I'm a little short on time, madam.

Well, I heard her tell the little girl
that they were going shopping,

and then to the Steinhart Aquarium.

- The aquarium?
- Yes.

- Thank you very much.
- You're welcome.

Well, if there is any
way I can cooperate...

We'll let you know,
Mr Sanders, thank you.

The second killing
involving someone

who was aboard the Pacific Princess.

Yeah, and there'll be more,

if there were more narcotics
brought in in souvenirs.

Do you know any way to run
down a whole boatload of people,

and warn 'em in time?

About all we can do now

is put out a supplemental
to our broadcast,

notify all stations to be on
the lookout for a teak wood chest,

containing Oriental flatware,
possibly in the possession

of the man previously described.

- It's not very much to go on.
- Oh, something will turn up, Ben.

It better, before
someone else gets killed.

Two hours and a half to go.

I told you this was
going to be a smooth one.

Smooth one?

That girl's not gonna be
as easy as the other two.

Why not? All we have to do
is get her back to the hotel.

Yeah, that's right,
that's all we gotta do.

Get her back to the hotel.

Pardon me, miss.

Weren't you on the Pacific Princess?

- Why, yes, I was.
- Now I remember. My...

My friend and I,
we saw you on board.

We got on at Honolulu.

We even made a bet about you.

Wondered if the little girl

were your kid sister or your daughter.

And how did you bet?

Neither side.

I said you were the daughter
and she was really your mother.

That's Cindy, my daughter.

My name is Tom Evans.

And that's my associate over there.
His name is Tom, also.

Hope you forgive us for
breaking in like this.

We were just kinda
taking in the sights, you know.

Oh, he's okay.

Is there just the two of you?

Yes.

Something's disturbing you.

Why do you say that?

I can see it in your eyes.

They're almost sad.

You're very discerning.

Well, you haven't got
a monopoly on sadness.

Besides, why else
would a lady like you

be traveling alone
with a daughter?

Nobody likes to travel alone.

No, nobody likes it.

Now, you sound bitter.

That's something I
thought I had a corner on.

I guess I was hoping
San Francisco would be an answer.

That he'd be here after all.

At least, if not for me,
for our little girl, for Cindy.

But he didn't show up, did he?

I mean, you are alone, aren't you?

There wasn't even a message
from him at the hotel.

That's too bad.

Here, I'm not making a very
good impression on you.

Let me take these packages.

No. Thank you, though, Mr Evans.

- I didn't mean to...
- I know you didn't.

No, I don't want you to
get the idea that I was...

well, um... trying to
pick you up or something.

Weren't you?

I guess I was, at that.

Maybe I'm lonely, too.

A fellow like me
gets that way sometimes.

Even in a crowd,
all alone and lonely.

It's easy to sell yourself

that the world is black, Mr Evans.

But I suppose they call it
"negative selling".

I'm not a very good salesman.

I was trying to do a job of
positive selling with you.

And what are you selling?

Free transportation
back to the hotel.

For you, the little girl,
and all these packages.

We've got a car outside.

Well, frankly, I am tired.

Mr Evans, you just made a sale.

Good, let me introduce
you to my associate.

Cindy.

Now, this is my friend,
Tom Getts.

Hello. Cindy, we're gonna
drive back to the hotel with Mr Evans.

Got a new car.

This is Richards.

Well, here I go again.

This time I have two
characters with heavy tans.

One of them fits the
make we have on the air.

But the other's dark,
medium build.

Uh-huh, they headed out of here

in a '57 grey Plymouth sedan.

Licence MTH 889.

The guy driving has medium complexion,

blond hair, bow tie, and no hat.

Now, the other men
are wearing grey hats.

There were also a woman,
about thirty, and a child in the car.

Right.

I'll leave the packages now.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Well, you've been so kind.

Won't you stay a moment?

Yes, thank you.
Thank you very much.

I'll put these in the
other room, and freshen up.

Cindy, you entertain the gentlemen.

Yes, Mommy.

Some doll, huh?

Mommy got it for me in Tokyo.

You get any other dolls in Tokyo?

No, that's all.

Pretty, isn't she?

She's beautiful.

That's silk, pure silk.

Do you know how they make silk?

No.

Suppose you tell us.

Silk worms.

They make their beds and sleep,

and when they wake up,
that's silk.

Worms? Do you mean to say
that worms made this?

Oh, no!

- You see, the worms...
- The doll!

Er... do you mind
if I take it out?

Oh, of course not.

I had it out lots of times
on the boat.

Go on, examine it.

See what holds it together.

See, she has all these petticoats.

Only in Japan, you don't
call them petticoats.

Mommy knows what they
call them, but I forgot.

Now this stick, is that
what holds it together?

Does it go all the way up?

Yes.

It isn't here.

It's gotta be.

You're hurting her!

Mommy, Mommy!

Mr Evans!

Mommy, my doll!

Put that down this second,
and get out of here.

What is this?

Mommy!

Where is it?

You found it, didn't you?

Please, please, leave us alone.

We'll forget about the doll.

- Just leave us alone.
- That tired line you fed me.

Thought I'd bought it, huh?

Think I'm a patsy with
"good thing" printed all over my face?

Trying to come on big with me, huh?

No!

No!

Listen, kid.

Now, you listen good.

Did you ever see a
package inside that doll?

You tell me where
your mother put it,

and I'll let her go, okay?

You saw it?

Okay, okay.

I put it on my dolly's face.

You want your mother to live,
you tell me where it is.

I'm telling you.

There was a bag of powder
under my dolly's dress.

Yeah, yeah, where is it now?

I used it on the boat.

You used it?

To powder my dolly's face.

Kid, nobody ever used a
more expensive dusting powder.

Mr Evans.

Think, Mr Evans.

If you do what you have in
mind, then what follows?

They crossed us, didn't they?
What else is there to do?

Us, Mr Evans. You and me.

If you do this, you'll put us
right in the dead-letter drop.

Remember the Man.
He'll want an accounting.

He'll want to ask questions
about the missing stuff.

So we'll tell him.

Maybe he won't believe us.

It's worth a fortune.

Maybe he'll think we
tried to cut ourselves in

on part of the action.

Yeah.

Yeah, I see.

But not if they tell him.

Then we're clear, we're free.

We can sleep nights.

We can walk down dark streets,

we can stand on busy
intersections at high noon.

Now you had to do
what you did to Warner,

- and to the houseboy, but...
- I have to kill them, too.

- No.
- "No"? What do you mean, "no"?

No!

Not if the lady's wise enough

to follow our instructions explicitly.

Not if she's wise enough to
walk quietly out of this room,

into the elevator, and
down through the lobby.

Are you that wise?

I hope so, for the sake of you both.

Oh, yes.
I'll do whatever you say.

I'm personally very
pleased with your decision.

Because, in my profession,
there's one thing I dislike,

and that's hearing
someone's last words.

You know, famous last words.

Be firm with him, you understand?

What happened wasn't our fault.

We performed on the contract.

You worry too much.

I'm fine, see.
The Man don't scare me.

I'll bring him back here,

and you tell him
what happened to the stuff.

Another thing. Be careful.

You think I can't
take him, or something?

Sure, you can take him.

It's what he represents
that you can't take.

Not even you.

They'd catch up with us,
someday, some place.

Keep thinking of that.

- Okay.
- Play it easy.

Remember, at 4:30,
we'll be all finished, and gone.

Step right this way.

Sutro's famous museum
and ice-skating rink.

The most fabulous showplace
west of the Rockies.

Licence: M-Mary, T-Tom,
H-Henry, 8-8-9.

A grey '57 Plymouth sedan,

parked out front of Sutro's Museum.

Occupants: two males,
one woman, and one child,

and fitting the description.

Keep under surveillance,

but make no attempt to
apprehend the occupants.

They are armed and dangerous.

We're sending help, KMA 438.

Attention all cars,
vicinity Sutro's Museum.

Richmond three-wheeler now
has car under surveillance.

Richmond two and four, respond.

All motorcycle officers
in vicinity, respond.

Inspectors 32, respond.

All units rendezvous
with Inspectors 32,

who will be in charge.

No sirens.

Inspector 32, we're rolling.

What happens when he
brings this man back?

What happens afterwards?

What kind of men are you?

You see, you cry.

That's why women
have no place in society.

Women are weak.

Crime's aggressive, and so is the law.

Ordinary people of your
class, you don't understand

the criminal's need for violence.

You're sick!

Shut up!

Okay.

Yeah, but I wish your
buddy would hurry up.

Mister?

Can you fix it?

- It's busted.
- What's busted?

This.

Now look, if you turn this,

you can see the numbers.
You see?

You're the Man.

I'm Dancer.

The Warner kid, he was a push.

The stuff was right there
in the horse.

Sanders, no problem, either.

The houseboy
had it all laid out for me.

The Bradshaw dame and her kid,

that's where the job went to pieces.

Kid used the stuff as
dusting powder for her doll.

It's all gone!

How about that?
Crazy kid!

Julian and I figured you'd
never stand for a short count.

I know we wouldn't.

So what else could I do
but get to you?

I don't have all the stuff,
but the rest of it's here.

Here.

Listen, I just want
to get Julian and me

off the hook with ya.

Well, you talk to
that dame and her kid.

They're right outside.
They'll tell you how it was.

Then Julian and I'll blow.

You want me to help you?
I'll be glad to...

Julian and I
don't want no beef with you.

We didn't plan on that
Kid usin' that stuff

to powder her dolly's nose.

When it got goofed up like that,

I couldn't drop a short shipment
without some explanation, could 1?

Could I?

All right, children, time to go.

There's lots more to see.

Are you gonna say anything?

You're dead.

Mister? Mister?

Thank you.

Come on, Janet.

Dead?
What do you mean, dead?

I told you how it was.

They're right...

That's the truth.

Nobody ever sees me.

That's gonna make you dead.

Maybe you'll make it to the airport,

maybe you won't,

but your time is borrowed.

You're dead.

Now, get out!

It's the first car beyond the bus.

Remember, there's a woman
and child in that car.

Better notify
Communications we're here.

Yes, sir.

Hold it! Police!

We've got about two minutes
to make Golden Gate Bridge

before they set up roadblocks.

We can't make it.
We'd better scatter now.

I'm your boy, I'll get you out.

Attention, all cars.

Effective immediately,
a Signal 666 is imposed.

Fugitive vehicle, grey,
1957 Plymouth sedan,

Licence: M-Mary, T-Thomas,
H-Henry, 8-8-9,

last seen heading east
on Seal Rock Road.

All cars in the vicinity of Sea Cliff,

watch for suspect car
proceeding in your direction.

Alert highway patrol,
vicinity Golden Gate Bridge.

Notify military police, Presidio.

There she is!

It's all right, honey, don't worry.

What happened?

Our fee got raised for this job.

We can peddle this stuff for a mint.

I told you how to handle it.
What went wrong?

I came on just like
you said, real easy.

I told him what happened.
Then I tried to sell him,

but he wouldn't buy it, that's all.

That's all?

You put us in the deep freeze
and then you say, "That's..."

Look out!

What else is there?

It happened.

You want maybe I should cry?

Maybe it's not too late.

Maybe I could see the Man,
and I could explain it.

He won't hear ya.

Not him!

Not after what I told
you would happen to us.

Maybe you wanna go back and look
at what's left of him on that ice.

He pushed me too far!

Look out!

So I pushed him just far enough.

Get us out.

You got us in, now you get us out!

They're trying to kill us!

The way I see it, we got two choices.

Either we get killed by this jerk,

or we stop and shoot it out.

You want to stop
and shoot it out, Julian?

I... You know I never
fired a gun in my life.

Then cool it!

From here on in,
I'm running this show. Me.

You're in the back seat,
that's where you stay.

They beat us here.
The bridge is blocked!

It's okay, though, I got a hideout.

A warehouse in Folsom.

Fugitive car proceeding
east on Fort Scott Road.

Inspectors 32 following suspect car

east on Fort Scott Road.

The warehouse
is on the next block.

You wanna live, Mac,
you'll get us outta here,

and get us out fast.

There, you see, we're in luck.
There's a freeway just ahead.

Why, you stupid...

Dancer!

The last thing the man
in the wheelchair said,

"Now, get out.”

Was that for the book, Julian?

No, Dancer, no!

And just before that?

Say something for the book.

No, don't touch her!

Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy!

Cindy!

- Cindy!
- Mommy!

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