Blackout (1954) - full transcript

♪ I hate to see ♪

♪ That evening sun go down ♪

♪ I hate to see ♪

♪ That evening sun go down ♪

♪ 'Cause my baby ♪

♪ He done left this town ♪

♪ St. Louis woman ♪

♪ With her diamond rings ♪

♪ Pulls that man around ♪

♪ By her apron strings ♪

♪ And for powder ♪



♪ And for store-bought hair ♪

♪ The man I love ♪

♪ Would never go nowhere ♪

♪ Would never go nowhere ♪♪

- Hello.

Do you mind
if I sit down?

Ah, I'm sorry,
I can't buy you a drink.

Well, do you mind
if I buy the drink.

Mind?

It's the best offer
I've had tonight.

Be my guest.

Gin and tonic.

Um... uh, build one
on top of this.

Wow.



That music, that's exactly
the way we feel, isn't it?

Exactly the way
we feel?

I... I give up. What game
are we playing?

No game. I was sitting
at the bar all by myself.

Would you listen to that
and not get lonely?

I got tired
of being lonely.

What kind of city is London
if someone like you gets lonely?

- Uh! Uh-huh.
- Uh.

Cheers.

You can tell me
about it if you like.

Now I got it. I got your mink coat
had me fooled for a minute.

You're from the
welfare society.

Do you have
a cigarette?

I think you've worked
hard enough for one.

Couldn't you be
a little more friendly?

- You never know,

- I might be "missed opportunity"
knocking at your door.

The last time "missed opportunity"
knocked at my door,

- I let her in.
- Oh.

- What happened?
- Now I haven't even got a door.

Uh, bring us two
more of the same.

Was she pretty?

Hmm?

Missed opportunity,
was she pretty?

Mm-hmm,
and expensive.

Did you marry her?

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
This pair is on me.

And keep the change.

Thank you, sir.

Was that really
your last ten shillings?

That, my mysterious young lady,
is an understatement, that I am now

absolutely, positively,
and completely broke.

Perhaps I could
interest you in a job.

What did you
have in mind?

I've got just
the job for you.

It pays well.
Five hundred pounds.

What did you say?

Five hundred pounds.

Oh, that's beautiful.

We have to get started if we're
going to get there in time.

Will you help me?

Mmm, that's pretty.
What is it?

Fantasia.

- You even smell like money.
- Hmm.

A little bit of help, Miss?

No thanks, Ernie,
we'll manage.

Shall I recall Brogan, Miss?

- It's pouring rain outside.

I want to get this straight.

What kind... what kind
of a job is this anyway?

You might at least
pay a little attention

when a girl asks
you to marry her.

Yeah.

So...

So it... wasn't a dream.

We really are married.

Is that a proposal?

Oh.

- Oh.

I, uh...

I--I--I must of walked up
the wrong flight of stairs.

Walked?

- Is, uh... this your place?
- As long as I pay the rent.

This was soiled.
I did the best I could.

Thanks.

- Coffee?
- Oh yes, please.

Just what am I doing here?

I was hoping
you could tell me.

I'm sorry.

Well, don't you know?

I had the joy of a persistent
man with a doorbell.

I don't know what
you're selling, chum,

but I rarely buy from
bell pushers after 2:00 am.

- Well, why did you let me in?
- It was raining.

Oh, do you mind drinking
from a cup without a handle?

No ma'am.

London is the city
of the welcoming hand.

Like our American guests,
they have a good time.

You do want it black,
don't you?

Yes.

Look if you're waiting
for an explanation...

I'm afraid
I haven't got any.

As far as I'm concerned last night
was a complete blackout.

Hmm...

You've been away from
wherever you come from long?

- Joe...? Ed...? William...?
- Hmm?

Yes, I've always been away.

Even when I was a kid.

And the name
is Morrow,

- Casey Morrow.
- Mm.

My name is Margaret Doone.
Maggie has more possibilities.

Hi, Maggie.

How far away is... "away"?

- Chicago.
- Chicago, um, exciting.

Exciting.

Well, not the section
I come from.

It's full of garbage cans
and alleys.

Deep freeze in the winter.
Sweat box in the summer.

Hmm... Now what?

I don't know. I want to be
wherever things are smooth.

You know plate glass, chrome,
expensive furniture.

Hmm...

Well, that takes care
of the past and the future.

What about the present?

You know you've been
staring at that picture

ever since you
opened your eyes.

Thanks very much, but I'm
not that good a painter, yet.

You know...
I dreamed that, that

painting proposed
to me last night.

Must have been
my imagination.

The way you were
last night,

it's a wonder you could even
remember your imagination.

I--I better be going.

I did bring a coat
with me, didn't I?

Oh yes,
I'll get it for you.

Excuse me.

- I'm sorry.
- That's all right.

Hey, just exactly
where are we?

Oh, you're in Chelsea.
Number One Lynden Street.

Can I steal a couple
of your cigarettes?

- Yes, help yourself.
- Thank you.

There's still some coffee.

And get rid of this
beautiful hangover? No.

Well... Goodbye... Casey?

Goodbye, Maggie Dune.
Thanks for everything.

Can I trouble you
for a light?

Thanks.

Would you like me to
turn the page, mister?

Oh...

Never mind.

Well, it was pretty dark,
Inspector.

The same as I told
you before,

I got an eagle eye
for remembering faces.

Part of me trade,
you know,

remembering customers'
faces and names.

Yes, Ernie,
but right now

our only interest is in
one particular face.

You remember all about his face,
we'll find out his name.

Well, personally,
I don't think

you'll find he was registered
here. He was broke.

He counted out every shilling
like it was his last.

Well, was he dark? Fair?

Tall? Short?

Fat? Thin? Bald?

He was dark, Inspector.
Just a moment,

I think he was wearing
a sort of lightish overcoat.

Camel hair it was and
he had a brown hat.

Ooh, I'd remember
him anywhere.

- Your bag, sir?
- No. No, I'll handle it.

Yes, sir.

I'm checking out. The name
is Morrow, Casey Morrow.

Certainly sir. Will you get me
Mr. Morrow's bill please?

- Mr. Morrow. Yes.
- Whitehall 1, 2, 1, 2.

Spelt with two R's?

- Mr. Morrow?
- Huh?

- Spelt with two R's?
- Uh, just the way I signed it.

- Extension 3, 2, 5.

- Phillips, Johnson here.
I'm back at the Cloud Room.

- I've got some more
on the mystery man.

- Yes, the bartender
remembers he was

- wearing a camel hair coat
and a brown hat.

Mr. Morrow, you've
paid in advance.

- Oh, I have, uh, well--
- He also says he could...

...make a positive
identification.

Any forwarding address,
Mr. Morrow?

No. Anybody who wants me
knows where they can find me.

- All right, got that?
- Just a minute, sir.

Sir!

You were forgetting
your bags, sir.

Thanks.

This has just come
through, sir.

Oh, there you are.

- I want to talk to you.
- All right, talk.

Not here,
in your apartment.

Oh no, I've done
my good deed.

Open the door.

Go on, open it!

So you read the
paper, did you?

Yes.

Got it.
Never mind that.

There are two questions
I want answered. Just two!

One! How did that blood
get on my coat?

What blood?

The blood you washed
off this morning.

How do I know how
it got on your coat?

Didn't you think it was peculiar,
finding blood on my coat?

No, not if you had
been in a fight.

You didn't find
any marks on me?

I didn't give you
a physical examination.

What are you
driving at?

Question number two!
Where is she?

I wish I knew. I'd like
to finish that painting.

Now stop playing
the wide-eyed artist.

I didn't just happen on your
doorstep, I was dumped!

Who would do
a thing like that?

She did! I thought she was
something I dreamed up
out of a bottle until I hit

the streets this morning
and found out that her
father had been murdered.

They seem to think
she was, too.

That's not what I think!
You know what I think?

I think she did it
and she framed me!

Then why come
back here?

Because I think
you're in on it.

- You! - That painting is too
much of a coincidence.

Now I want to know,
where is she!

Now just a minute!
Let me tell you something,

I don't have to think!

There was blood
on your coat.

And they're looking for
an unidentified man

who walked out
of the Cloud Room

- with Phyllis Brunner.
- I explained that to you.

I don't know whose
the blood was

but from what you say,
you're the unidentified man.

Well, I don't want to get
mixed up in any murders

and I don't know how you got
mixed up with Phyllis Brunner.

She paid me £500
to marry her.

Did you?

I don't know.

I don't know!

I came to London
to get a job.

It fell through.

I started to hang one
on in the Cloud Room.

And then this girl hits me
with this proposition.

From then on my...
my memory stops operating.

Now it's your turn.

Well, I'll tell you all
I know about her.

That ain't too much.

I first met her going into
Papadonikos studio next door.

He teaches dancing. He's good
and he's cheap and

Paula didn't seem
to have much money.

Paula?

That's the name
she was using then.

She had the most haunting
eyes I've ever seen.

I'll bet she smelled
pretty, too.

Yeah.

Uh, where do you
want me to put these?

Oh, they go
in the kitchen.

I asked her to sit
for me and she did.

She enjoyed posing.

I felt sorry for her so I told
her she could move in here.

She was a good model
but she was an awful liar.

How do you mean?

She told some story about her
mother being a prima donna

and her father
a banished nobleman

living in a Parisian hovel.

- I believe she had
an imagination. - Hm.

She walked into our
lopsided little world,

played around a little while
and then walked out again.

And no one's heard
of her since?

One of Papadonikos students
claims she saw

her getting into a black limousine,
protesting, in tears.

She vanished,
except for this.

I came across it in a copy
of the Tattler about 3 weeks ago.

The name is different but
the face is the same.

- Mr. and Mrs. Darius Brunner
announce the engagement

of their daughter, Phyllis,
to Lance Gordon,

prominent young lawyer.

Why be jealous?

You don't even know
you're married to the girl.

Why don't you
go to the police?

Go to the police with
blood on my coat

and probably my fingerprints
all over the poker.

- You out of your mind?
- All right. All right.

Sit down,
I'm on your side.

Are you positive Phyllis Brunner
asked you to marry her?

I didn't dream up this!

You know, it's a nice picture
of your wife and her fiancé.

I'm not interested
in her love life.

All I want to do
is find the... bride.

Maybe you should be
interested in her love life.

The wedding will take
place in St George's,

Hanover Square,
on Christmas Eve.

Christmas Eve...
That's 3 weeks from now.

If Phyllis Brunner rigged up
a wedding with someone else,

you,

then she wouldn't have to go through
with this wedding to Lance Gordon.

Hey, that makes sense.

She was running away when
she came to Papadonikos.

Only something caught up
to her and dragged her back.

How do you know she was running
away just as hard yesterday?

I don't. But I know this,

if I don't catch up with her
pretty soon, I'll be running, too.

With my feet in the air and
a noose around my neck.

Then why don't you
do something about it?

- Do what?
- Well, go out.

Ask some questions.
Find out about this...

this Lance Gordon.
Do some detecting.

What do I know about
things like that.

It's just a matter of common
sense. Use your head.

- Be a detective?
- Hm.

I could do that.

I've seen enough movies.

Oh no, no I can't go out,
the police would grab me.

Why should they? They don't
know anything about you.

Oh, yes they do. They know
about my coat and my hat.

- I heard them.
- Well after all,

all you just got to buy
a new coat and hat

and you'll look like
anybody else in the street.

Hmm, it's worth a try.

Maggie,

- if you do me a big favor--
- Oh, no.

- No.
- Now Maggie, please, will you?

I take in a drunk so he
won't freeze to death

and I find myself
knee deep in murder.

- Oh, no.
- Maggie you got to help me out.

I've got to find out whether
I'm a murderer or--or a bridegroom.

What size?

- Mr. Gordon isn't in.
I don't expect him in.

All appointments for
today are cancelled.

You, uh, sound
like a recording.

Only you don't look
mechanical at all.

Then I'll be blunt.
Mr. Gordon is out.

Out where?

I'm his secretary
not his nursemaid.

He didn't leave a schedule.

Well, what do you do when
something important comes up?

- Such as? - Such as,
I'd like to see him.

Well, if you're one of those
reporter men, you're a bit late.

There's no fooling you,
is there?

So the boys have already
been around, huh?

Hours ago.

This is the, uh...
Brunner Bldg., isn't it?

- This is a big day for
discoveries for you, isn't it?

Ah, it's very convenient
having your office

in the building owned by your
prospective father-in-law.

I suppose he threw a lot of
business his way, didn't he?

- I suppose he did.
- Including his own?

Perhaps.

Ah... his will maybe?

Inspector Johnson
has been here, too.

Inspector Johnson. Oh, he's
always one step ahead of me.

Uh, did you know
the Brunner's?

Were Mr. and Mrs. Brunner
around the office very much?

You're a real wide awake
reporter, aren't you?

Everybody knows the
Brunner's have separated.

Well, I mean it's not official,
but everybody knows.

Oh, of course,
everybody knows.

That's why he had
an apartment in town

and she lived
in the country.

What about the daughter?

Where did the
fabulous heiress live?

Oh, you've heard of her.

You know, the girl who's
going to marry your boss?

Or is she?

[Man]
Or is she what!?

For a minute I thought
your voice was changing.

Who is this man?

Oh, he's one of those
newspaper men, Mr. Gordon,

I've been trying
to get rid of him.

Have you had your
lunch, Miss Nardis?

No I haven't,
but it doesn't

- really matter. - Then
I think you had better go, now!

Travis, take those
things home.

Will you put them
in my dressing room?

And don't forget
to post those letters.

- You'll find them
on my desk. - Sir.

Oh, and Travis, I shall be back
for dinner tonight, about uh...

- 7:30.
- Sir.

Bye, Miss Nardis.

Now, sir,
you were saying

- when I came in? - That's a cute
secretary you got there.

- You're intimating that
some estrangement

existed between
Miss Brunner and myself.

Well, somewhere along the line
I got the idea that uh...

couple a months ago,
Miss Brunner ran out on you

and joined
a ballet school.

- You've been misinformed.
- Oh?

Miss Brunner is interested in dancing,
along with the other arts,

but it has never formed a basis
of any misunderstanding between us.

And there was no misunder-
standing between you

when she went off to the
Cloud Room yesterday?

Yes... Yes, we had
our differences.

People do, you know.

Miss Brunner is young
and is highly strung.

And is inclined to worry
about her father.

Why, because uh... her parents
weren't getting along?

What exactly do you
mean by that?

- Haven't you heard?
- Nonsense.

- I know the Brunner
family intimately.

And you know
they were separated.

- Separated?
- Why, the whole town's talking.

- Ridiculous.

It's true that Mr. Brunner took
a flat in town some months ago

but that was on the
advice of his doctor.

The long drive from
his country house

took quite a bit
out of him.

That's what I meant when I said
his daughter worried about him.

And every time she worried, did she
always go off to the nearest bar?

I told you,
she's highly strung.

And lonesome.

Now look here, I'm not sure
what angle you're working on,

but it's certainly
not in good taste.

Neither is murder.

All right,
so it may be.

This tragedy has upset
Mrs. Brunner quite enough

without having her daughter's
somewhat erratic conduct

distorted for the
reading pleasure of

the moronic element that
you so obviously serve.

- Look, I hate to upset
Mrs. Brunner, but if

darling daughter bounced
a poker or popped his head,

even the morons have
got a right to know.

Yes, but she adored
her father.

Yeah, but he's dead
and she's missing.

You seem to know a good deal
about the Brunner family.

Which paper did you
say you came from?

- I didn't, now this girl--
- Well, never mind about that.

- Which paper
do you represent?

Uh... The Globe.

- The Globe?
- Hm.

The London Globe?

- Overseas branch.
- Oh yeah.

I suppose you don't
mind if I verify that.

Not at all.

What is the number?

Uh... it just seems to
have slipped my mind.

Then perhaps the police...
can tell us the number.

Well, call them up, I've got
nothing to worry about.

If you think-- Ah!

Maggie?

- I wanted to find you again.
- I'll bet you did.

I did.

I did, really. I wanted to tell
you why I brought you here.

Well... well why else
do you think I came back?

- I don't know.

Maybe you wanted some more
of that perfume to go to my head.

Maybe you wanted
to offer me another job.

What are you insinuating?

Look... frankly my memory isn't
any too good about last night.

All I know for certain is that you
offered me some kind of a job,

and I wake up this morning
and your father's dead.

And there's blood on my coat
and I've got 500 pounds on me.

- No... - And you
say I'm insinuating.

No. No, it's not
what you think.

I didn't hire you
to kill my father.

I don't know why you hired me,
but whatever you did

you sure supplied me
with a beautiful motive.

You've got it all
figured out.

I may have missed
a few details.

Yes...

you've got it all
figured out.

Well, if you've...

You've got
another version?

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Well, what do you
expect me to think?

I don't know.

I'm sorry, I've...
I've been frantic all day.

I... I just didn't
stop to consider

what you must have
been thinking.

If you'll only listen.

- I... ohh...
- Hey, hey, hey.

- Uh, I didn't hit her,
she fainted.

Stop acting like
a helpless male and...

go away somewhere while
I get her out of these wet things.

Go make some tea,
if you know how.

She's just a kid.

Everybody's little mother:
"Maggie Doone holds open house"

Lucky mink doesn't shrink.

Make the tea!

How do you
light the stove?

- Oh, don't bother with that,
just plug in the kettle.

- Fill it first.

Where are the
tea bags?

Oh no, no...
I'll make it myself.

You just boil the kettle
and warm the pot.

Warm it?

- Anything else I can do?
- Just a minute.

- How is she?
- She's alive.

- Casey...

Do you know
my name?

You must know
a lot more.

It wasn't the
way you said.

All right,
how was it?

It was terrible.

It was late when we reached
my father's apartment and--

you were awfully drunk.

But I managed to get you up the
stairs and into the apartment.

Go on.

We were clear
into the room...

before I saw what
had happened.

I couldn't cry out or even
move for a moment.

But you stumbled over the poker
on the floor and picked it up.

That's how you got
the blood on your coat.

- I picked it up.
- Yes.

That's fine. I knew
I wouldn't be happy

unless I had the fingerprints
all over the poker.

Then I heard the elevator
coming back up...

and I got
panic stricken.

I should have called the
police, I suppose, but

I was afraid
for you, Casey.

I didn't want to get
you into trouble.

Ha...

That's what I call
being thoughtful.

- I mean it.

I finally got you downstairs
and into the car.

We must have driven around
in the rain for hours

before I thought
of bringing you here.

It was the only place
I could think of.

I rang the bell and ran.

Where'd you go?

Oh, I... I started to go home,
to Mother's but, I...

- I couldn't.
- Why not?

I... I don't know.
I just couldn't.

If she beats you she has
my deepest admiration.

Oh, Casey, you've
got to believe me.

I didn't kill my father.
Why should I?

He's the only person
I ever really loved.

Oh, you've got to help me
find out who killed him.

No, you've got
this all wrong.

You've got to go to the police
and help me clear me.

Not before we do
what I said.

The hard part is going
to be proving it.

He's very, very, clever.

- You think you know
who it was? - I know.

My father was the only
person he was afraid of.

He said I didn't have to
marry him if I didn't want to.

Maggie thinks it was, uh...

Lance Gordon you were running away
from the last time you were here.

Maggie's right. I was
running away from him.

He was always after
me to marry him.

I'll make the tea.

All right, you're beautiful,

but Gordon is surrounded
by beautiful women.

Why would he be so set
on marrying you?

Money!

He's got a rug in his office
like an uncut lawn.

Fabulous furniture and a very
expensive looking secretary.

And where do you think
they would be without

- my father's bank account?
- Well, what are you trying to say?

That he would kill the man
who made all this possible?

- His meal ticket?
Is that your theory?

I'm not giving you a theory.
I'm giving you the truth.

- And if you don't believe it,
it doesn't matter.

Because you're going to do
just exactly what I tell you.

Now, just a minute!

- Might, at least, say please.
- You had better, Casey,

because if you don't, I shall
just have to go to the police

and tell them how you abducted
me after killing my father.

You'll do what!

I will. I'll do it!

Let's get back
to the truth.

There was no motive for
me unless you paid me.

In which case you won't be
telling the police anything,

after all your father
was nothing to me.

Oh, but he was.

I miss something?

You missed everything.

I had to prop you up
during the entire ceremony.

Ceremony?

Darius Brunner became
your father-in-law

by special license.

It's all properly
witnessed and everything.

But Phyllis,
that's impossible

- you couldn't have.
- Maggie, please.

And now Lance
can't marry me

and can't get control
of the money.

What money?

My money of course,
and lots of it.

Except I'm not
legally of age,

I have to have a guardian
or a husband.

- As my husband, you have
a very good motive.

Well?

You know, I think you two
children will be very happy.

Imagine you coming all the way
from Edinburgh for your honeymoon.

Well, you're very lucky,
very lucky indeed.

To find a flat in London
at this time of the year?

Over found and out,
we are.

But of course, you being
on your honeymoon.

Why, it's quite lovely.
Isn't it lovely?

Yes, dear.

Well, don't just stand there,
put the bags down.

Yes, dear.

You like it then?
Oh, I knew you would.

Well now,
rent is by the week.

- And it's customary to, uh--
- Here you are.

Oooh... Thank you
very much.

- I hope you'll be very happy.
- Yes, I'm sure we'll be very happy.

- I think you'll find
it's a very nice flat.

- Oh, it's a nice flat.

The people that were here before,
they didn't want to leave.

- They didn't?

They thought it was
such a beautiful place

- Oh, it's the most beautiful...
- Thank you.

...flat I've seen in years.

It's a regular
Garden of Eden.

Well...

- You keeping a diary?
- Mm-hmm.

Expenses, for the rent.

Those clothes you bought
and the taxi over here.

I see and when all this is over,
I'm going to get the bill.

Exactly, and now
Miss Mastermind, I--

Mrs.

And now
Mrs. Mastermind,

since we've kept out of jail
this far, what do we do now?

I told you. Find out why
Lance killed my father.

- He has a perfect alibi.

- Every newspaper report
says the same thing.

- He drove out
to the country.

- He had dinner.
He stayed the night.

- Even your mother
backs him up.

I thought I told you,
he's got Mother hypnotized.

She'd say anything
to help him.

Now, this is what
you've got to do.

- What I've got to do!
- Yes!

First of all,

you're going to check up
on Lance Gordon's alibis.

Then you're going
to see Lita Huntley.

- Who's Lita Huntley?
- She's Father's secretary.

She knows all
his private business.

Then you're going
to see Mother.

She may know something which
she doesn't realize is important.

We'll go now and have dinner
and then I think you should take

a sober look
at Father's apartment.

Come on, Casey.

- Casey.

Yes, dear.

Is this where it happened?

Then you remember?

I don't know.

I get a strange feeling.

Like, uh... kind
of a nightmare.

Well, if we're going to do
something, let's do it.

Hey... what are
we looking for?

Oh, I don't know. There
must be something here.

Well, you look
in those drawers.

Hey... checkbook.

Maybe the check stubs
will tell us something.

Who's Arvid Peterson?

He's a caretaker
to the estate.

Insurance, insurance,
insurance...

Alicia Brunner...
personal charity.

More Alicia Brunner.

More charity,
more charity.

Phyllis Brunner, personal,
500 pounds.

The day he was killed.

I could hardly tell him what
I wanted it for, could I?

Who's Carter B. Groot?

Groot, Carter B. Groot.

Personal, 685 pounds,
15 shillings.

On the same day.

Got to be Groot.
I've never heard of him.

[muffled talking
in background]

Put it back.

The light.

Is that your mother?

It's terribly
gloomy in here.

Are you sure
you want to stay?

Well there's no reason
why I shouldn't stay.

I'm not a child, Lance.

But you've been
through so much.

You know,
I'm quite all right.

And after all, things have to
be said, however unpleasant.

I may as well start
facing them right now.

Well... as you wish.

Well, telephone me if
there's anything you want.

I will.

I'd better be getting
on my way now, and...

I have to see
Inspector Johnson again.

- Good night, Lance.
- Good night.

Try to get some rest.

She's in the bedroom.
Let's go.

- Hey, don't you think you ought
to tell her you're alive? - No!

- Yes?
- Uh, is Mrs. Brunner in?

No, I'm afraid not. She left the country
immediately after the funeral.

I'm Mr. Brunner's secretary,
can I help you?

- Oh, Miss Huntley? Lita Huntley?
- Yes, that's right.

I was going to look
you up anyway.

I'm from the, um...
Colonial Mutual Insurance Company.

Insurance? Oh, I'm
really not interested.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm not
going to sell insurance.

- I'm investigating.
- Oh.

Perhaps you had
better come in.

Will you come
this way?

I'm sorry to barge
in on you like this.

I know this has been a
difficult time for you, but I'm...

sure you want to help us
clear up this... terrible affair.

Well, yes I do, Mr. Brunner
was such a fine man, I... I...

I still can't believe it.

- I'm sorry, Mr...?
- Ah, Kelly.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Kelly, but things
have been... very difficult.

- Won't you sit down?
- Thank you.

Now... what can
I do to help you?

My company is anxious
to settle all claims.

But, one of the principle
beneficiaries is... involved.

You must mean Phyllis.

- She's still missing.
- Yes, I know.

I understand that Mr. Brunner
contributed a great deal to charities.

Oh, they were
Mrs. Brunner's charities.

At the moment,
it's Green Pastures Foundation.

- A really wonderful idea.

A country home for children
out of the slums.

Of course, all I know about it is what
I heard Mr. Gordon tell Mr. Brunner.

- Gordon?
- Yes.

He's mixed up in this
Green Pastures thing, too?

Of course, Mr. Gordon handles
all Mrs. Brunner’s affairs.

And Brunner didn't object to Gordon
handling all of Mrs. Brunner's affairs?

Why should he? Mr. Gordon
is almost one of the family.

Well, didn't he object to
the impending marriage?

Why on earth should he?
Mr. Gordon is...

is so well liked
and dependable.

We were all hoping he'd have
a steadying influence on Phyllis.

Well, I guess that about
covers everything.

Thank you very much.

Um... can you tell me where
I can find Carter Groot?

- I beg your pardon?
- Groot. Carter B. Groot.

I understand he's
a friend of Mr. Brunner's.

Carter B. Groot?

Oh yes, of course,
I remember now,

I rang him once
for Mr. Brunner.

He's a private detective.

Detective?

Well, do you know
where I can find him?

- Ever try the telephone book?
- Huh.

I, uh... I wonder what Mr. Brunner
wanted with a private eye?

You say you're an investigator,
well... find out.

Phyllis! Phyllis!

I've been in and out of more
apartments and homes lately

than a real-estate agent.

- Casey, look. Someone's
broken into it!

Oh, it's his case file.

Well, see if there's anything
about your father in there.

Bet you dollars to donuts
there isn't.

Benson... Brown...

- Brimer...
- What a waste.

You're right. There's nothing
about Brunner.

Lance must have
beaten us to it.

Well...

Well, look around the apartment.
Maybe you overlooked something.

Come on! Come on!

What a peculiar
looking radio.

Here's something. Seems
to be a list of his clients.

There's your father
in here.

Does it say what
he was investigating?

No.

Well, we'll stick this in an envelope,
send it to the police

and maybe they can
make something out of it.

[Police Radio] [Car 23 to EW,
message received. Out.]

[Car 23, proceed to
Number 4 Thomas Muse.]

[A burglary reported.]

- He was the one at the--
- Shhhhh.

[Car 23 to EW,
message received. Out.]

[Car 12 proceed
to Grosvenor Square.]

- [A suspicious person...]
- That's it.

- [has been reported.]
- That's what?

That's it!

The whisky, the cigarette butts,
the police call.

And that paper, I bet you
it's dated Monday.

Yes, you're-you're right.

Groot was sitting here.

Having a nightcap.

Reading his paper.
Listening to the police calls.

He probably listened every
night being a detective.

He'd pick up some
business that way.

And it was on
a Monday night

that Darius Brunner
was murdered.

It was on a Monday night
that Groot sat in this chair

just having receive the
big fat fee from your father

for digging up dirt about
somebody your father was after.

And he heard the
police call that told him

it was a homicide
at your father's address.

I knew...

He knew that...

the killer must have been
the man he was investigating.

And he had a complete
report on him in his files.

Now, there's two things
he could have done.

He could have gone
to the police,

which he obviously didn't.
He wouldn't be chasing us.

Then we would have heard
something about it in the papers,

or...

he contacted the killer...

told him he had a full
biographical report on him...

and offered to swap him it
for a good blackmail fee.

Only there's one little item
that Carter B. forgot.

- Well, what?
- Life insurance.

Because when he turns up,
if he ever turns up,

he's going to be the
deadest man ever killed.

Because the killer made a deal
with him and paid him off.

- Permanently!
- And took the file?

But indubitably. And I said that
pretty good for an American.

The tank is full and
it's hired for a week.

Not a bad-looking job.

Casey, what are you
getting out of this?

Well, after this is over,
a nice quite annulment

in exchange for a nice,
fat settlement.

Oh, you're doing this
for money, not for love.

- What?
- Uh, for adventure, I mean.

Uhhh, let's see now, you didn't
tell me what this was?

- That's the hand brake.
- Oh.

By the way, did you ever hear
of the Green Pastures Foundation?

Green Pastures? Green Pastures?

- It's Mrs. Brunner's
pet charity. - Ohh?

Yeah. It's supposed to be a
country home for slum children.

- Supposed to be?
- Well, Gordon's mixed up in it.

And anything he's in on can't
possibly be on the level.

But what about
Mrs. Brunner?

Well, according to Phyllis, all she
does is endorse the checks

that Brunner gave her
and pose for the press.

But Gordon's the one
that runs it.

Did it ever occur to you
that it might be unhealthy

to run around snapping
your fingers in Gordon's face?

If you're on the
right track, that is.

Honey, it's going to be
unhealthy for me

until the killer gives his memoirs
to a court stenographer.

Casey, please be careful.

[in Irish accent] Sure now, and you
wouldn't be worrying about

the likes of me, would you,
Maggie Doone?

Shut up. My father was a Scot
and my mother came from Wales.

Ah, it's nice to have you
worrying about me.

I'm not worrying about you,
it's the car. It's hired in my name.

So long, Maggie.

Casey, look out!

Oh... Casey!

Casey... Casey...
Are you all right?

I'm all right.

Ah... I'm so glad.

It's hit me in the head.
Old "Iron-Head" Morrow.

What were you doing
on the street?

I-- I was waiting
in the hall for you.

Lucky for me.

I always wait for you
when you're out.

You do?

I'll... I'll help you get up.

Did you see who it was?

Yeah, it was... your friend
Gordon's servant.

Playful little, oh...

Oh. Oh, you are hurt.

I'll take you indoors, all right.

No, no, no,
wait a minute. Wait.

Was anybody... around here
today asking any questions?

Well, no.
Nobody knows we're here.

Oh, they do now.

We got to get out of here.
I don't want them to find you.

Your friend Gordon
plays too rough.

Well... shall we go
back to Maggie's?

No, let's leave her out of this,
we've done enough to her.

Well, where shall we go?
We must go somewhere safe.

Well, I've been postponing
this for a long time.

We'll go home.

No. I'm not going
home to Mother's.

- I... I told you before--
- Now, take it easy. Now easy.

Not your home.

My home.

- Figures.
- Figures don't mean anything.

They ain't figures.
I'm giving you statistics.

- Government statistics.
- Who needs statistics?

My business gets bad
I know it.

You lose your job,
by gosh, you know it.

People can't eat statistics.

So it's you.

So you finally
came to see us.

How's Ma?

How's Ma? What do you
mean, how's Ma?

Nine, ten years you
haven't been to see her.

Eight years.

All right, excuse me,
eight years.

Not a letter.
Not a card.

Not a word since
I brought your Ma to England.

Is she all right?

You see John, I--

All right, now you're here,
you might as well see her.

She's upstairs.

Always you bringing statistics.

- But you can't get
away from them.

Figures, figures, figures!

Can't you think of anything
else but figures?

- Figures don't lie.

Ah, maybe nothing
is yet, everything.

Hello, Ma.

John said you were here,
so I... came upstairs.

It isn't true.

I'm real enough.

It isn't right.

I thought
you were dead.

I burned candles.

- John said do not expect
Casimir to come back.

- I looked for you
to come back.

But you didn't come.

Why didn't you
come back?

I don't know.

You wait... and try to
become somebody and...

- the years pass,...

then you're ashamed
to come back.

You look fine, Casimir.
You didn't get hurt in the war?

I was lucky.

You in trouble?

No trouble, Ma.

- I've seen you
in trouble before.

- You look the
same way.

No trouble, I... I just
came to England and...

I thought it was
about time to--

This is Phyllis.
She's my wife.

PHYLISS:
I'm so happy to meet you.

CASEY: We only got married
a couple of days ago.

So...

You're looking fine, Mom.
And Big John looks fine.

I-- I-- I-- bet this place
keeps you very busy, huh?

You need money?

No, I don't need money.
I told you, I just got to England.

We were just passing through.
If you want us... to go, we'll go.

- Is that what you want us to do?
- We were just passing.

He's tired.
We've been driving all day.

But if it's going to make
any trouble for you,

us staying here,
we'll go.

We don't have
anything fancy.

But you can have
this room, if you like.

- Oh, Casimir.
- Mom.

My boy.

At last.

- Be sure to beat
the eggs well.

- That is the secret,
and don't forget the paprika.

- Oh, it sounds delicious.
- It is and you will find it

- a great favorite with Casimir.
- Hi! Hello, Ma.

Guess what?
Your Mother's been

teaching me some
of her recipes.

Well, if I had known
I would have stopped off

with some
bicarbonate of soda.

- Ha-ha.
- Where have you been?

Well, I told you I'd get
it cut down and I finally did.

You know, it's a funny thing, Mom,
we got married in such a hurry

I bought a ring
a couple sizes too large.

- Well, there you are.
- You put it on.

All right.

Casimir Morrokowsky,
this calls for a celebration.

It's wonderful!
We must have a party!

MA:
John! John!

That's me...
Casimir Morrokowsky.

Now you know why I changed
my name to Casey Morrow.

Thanks for the ring,
...Casimir.

Quiet.
Quiet everybody!

We're going to have a party
and there's drinks on the house!

[Cheering]

Let's go boys,
let's have some music.

No, no, no! No.
Play the floor.

This dance is in honor
of our new bride and groom.

Let them dance alone.
Come on, the bride and groom!

[Clapping and crowd
yelling, "Yay"]

I'm a terrible dancer.

Maybe you've never danced
with the right person.

Come on, everybody!
Dance!

Oh, excuse me,
I'm sorry.

A drink for you, son.

I guess I lost her
to that Romeo.

Is this the happy
bridegroom?

Why have beer on a night
like this, have some whisky.

- Why the celebration?
- Oh, this is Inspector Johnson.

Inspector, this is
Casimir, my son.

We thought
he was dead.

- Glad to know you.
- Uh, how do you do?

There are those who might
say he's the same as dead.

But being a happily married man myself,
congratulations, Casimir.

- Thank you.
- Get drunk Casimir,

that's what wedding
parties are for.

So that a man can get
one good drunk

before his wife
spoils the fun, eh?

Casimir...

you had better
get your wife

before she forgets
who is the bridegroom.

So, you are
in trouble.

Why do you say that?

The way you looked
at the Inspector.

He's a very nice man.

But always when he comes around
there is trouble for someone.

Do you think it's trouble
I've brought in here now?

Casey... you can't run away
from yourself, you know?

Well, no one can
say I didn't try.

After the war, I... stayed in Europe
for years... searching for...

I don't know what.

Then I went back
to the states...

thinking things would be
different but it was the same.

Except that my mother
had married Big John

and gone
to England to live.

So, I... came back
to Europe

and I've been floating
around ever since.

Well, you floated
into my life.

Um...

Let's get back
to the party, huh?

- Phyllis, I want-- Oh!
- Ah!

[Both Laughing]

I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to--

- Oh, Case.
- Darling.

Ohh, I've wanted you to
kiss me for so long.

Honey, tell me
honestly,

do you really like my
mother and Big John?

- Oh, they're wonderful people.
- No, no, no, wait a minute.

I come from this
kind of a world.

It's a big jump from...
garbage cans to mink.

Oh Casey,
you're a snob.

A hopeless snob.

I... I guess I am.
I--

What's the matter?

Casey, let's go away
from here.

Away, where?

I don't know...
Anywhere.

- I'm afraid.
- Oh, no darling.

Now, we stay.
No more running.

We stay and we clear up
this mess, once and for all.

- How? - I don't know
how but we will.

I promise you we will.
Believe me.

I believe you.

And when we do,
you and me...

- Yes.
- We...

Who are you,
Mr. Morrow?

Practically nobody.

And yet you know the
whereabouts of my daughter.

- That's right.
- I see.

How much are you asking
to divulge this information?

Now just a minute!

I'm not holding your
daughter for ransom,

if that's what you mean.

She can come home
anytime she wants to.

Only she doesn't want to
come home. She's afraid.

- Of the police?
- No.

I don't understand.

Mrs. Brunner...

Did you ever hear
your husband speak

about a man named
Carter Groot?

No, I'm sure he didn't.
Who is he?

Well... he's a
private detective.

He was doing a job
for your husband.

He finished that job
on Monday night.

The Monday your
husband was killed.

What was he
investigating?

I can't find out.

He's been missing
since Monday, too.

But that's dreadful.

Tell me, how long have
you known Lance Gordon?

So, it's Lance again.

This was Phyllis' idea,
of course.

Well it was
to begin with.

Whenever she and
Lance have a tiff,

he becomes a mortal enemy
with designs on her fortune.

Mrs. Brunner...
another question.

What's with this
Green Pastures Foundation?

Well... Gordon controls
all the funds.

He drew up the plans
and he did the purchasing.

Purchasing?

Oh, Lance found an ideal place
for the project last spring.

As soon as he told me about it,
I made out a check.

To Gordon?

No, to the fellow
of the property.

Fifty thousand pounds.

You were going
to ask, of course.

Of course.

Uh, what's this
place like?

Well, I don't know, but Lance
tells me it's quite lovely.

You paid fifty
thousand pounds

for a place and you've
never even seen it?

Well it's 50 miles away also,
and very inconvenient to reach.

Uh, naturally.

Who was the check
made out to?

Well, you're a very determined
young man, aren't you?

Now look, I have a very
peculiar habit, breathing.

Now, about this check?

Well, you're right
about one thing.

Fifty thousand was too much
to pay for the property.

Thirty five thousand
too much.

- Why too much?
- Oh, I made some inquires.

Do you know that place
went for 15 thousand,

6 months before
Lance made the deal.

And uh...
you still think

that Gordon would make
an ideal son-in-law?

Oh, he offered
to return the money

but I told him he could
keep it as a loan...

and a lesson.

And that's why I don't intend
for this go any further.

Mrs. Brunner...
about the check...

who was it
made out to?

Why are you so
insistent about it?

Look, you and Lancey boy can
play school all you want to

with 35 thousand pound
checks for lessons.

But as far as
I'm concerned,

a man has been murdered
and I'm in the middle.

Now, I think that check
will lead me to Groot

and Groot can lead
me to the killer.

And that would put
me in the clear.

And if I give you this?

Well, it could lead to
a happy family reunion.

Victor Vanno?

His address
is on the back.

Now, if you'll
excuse me...

I'm going to see a man about
your 50 thousand pounds.

Look, I don't want to be
a pest, but if you'll--

- Look, how many times do I have
to tell you that Mr. Vanno is out.

- O-U-T. Out!

How many times do
I have to ask you when

Mr. Vanno is going
to be in? I-N. In!

- He never says.

- If you'll only give me a sec--
- Look here,

- This is my
private office.

- No trespassing.
- Excuse me, I lost my head.

- I'll wait.
[Woman] Yeah, well I work,

[Woman] that's all I do. Oh!
- I'm sorry.

[Woman]
It's all right dearie. Vanno?

Vanno? Where's Vanno?

Why don't you
leave him alone?

I will not.

"On your way", he says.
"Don't bother me."

Anybody would think he's
a duke or an earl or something.

Well, nobody's going
to push me around.

He always does,
so go, like always.

I will not. Vanno's going
to eat those words

and I hope he chokes himself
and he drops dead. The rat.

Vanno?

Vanno, honey.

Vanno, open up.
I want to be near you.

- I want to see you.
[Vanno] Oh! I'm playing, get out of here.

Oh darling, just once. Let me
just see you for just a minute.

- Please.
- I told you to go away.

- Beat it!
- Ohhh.

After all I've done for him,
he treats me like that.

I wouldn't let him get away
with that, tell him off.

- Huh?
- Sure.

(Shouting)
Open up, you fat pig!

Open up or I'll tear
the house down!

I'll tear it down!

I'll run it down!

You!

- Well, what do you know?

Played anymore games
with automobiles lately?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

And you're Vanno, too?

Well, well...

- Honey, who is this jerk?
- Mr. Opportunity.

I picked Vanno's name
in a quiz contest.

If he picks out
the right answers

he's going to get
a nice, big, fat prize.

- Like... what answers?

[Casey] Like, what happened
to Carter Groot?

- Oh, my hand!

- My hand!
- He hurt his hand.

And that's too bad.

Maybe, you better
lie down.

Still playing games, huh?

All right, let's play
some games.

We're going to play
question and answer.

What happened
to Groot?

Come on, speak up boy,
speak up.

- Gordon knows.
- Gordon knows.

Now what else, Vanno?

When did old man Brunner
find out about this?

- Oh...
- Talk to me. Talk to me.

You can't pin
that on me.

Oh, leave him alone,
you brute!

Whose side are
you on anyway?

Well... let's go for
a little walk, upsy daisy.

There we are,
nice and easy.

- Ooh!
- There!...

that will teach you
not to be a naughty boy.

- And as for you, sweetheart,
- Mm?

I think you two should
kiss... and make up.

Oh! No... No...

- No... no... no...

- No, no, let me out!

- I don't want
to stay in here!

- Oh...

- Good evening, sir.
- Ah, Mrs. Brunner in?

What name
shall I say, sir?

- Oh, she'll see me, it's alright.
- Excuse me sir,

- I must announce you because--
- It's alright, now relax.

- she has someone with her.
- Relax.

- Come in, Mr. Morrow.

You've met Mr. Gordon,
my daughters fiancé.

So, it's you.

We're back in the mink
and perfume department.

- I should have known.

Lance, what are you doing?

I'm going to telephone
the police.

- Wait...

I think we should hear what
Mr. Morrow has to say first.

[Mrs. Brunner] Phyllis tells me
you've been holding her prisoner

since the night of my
husband's death.

[Casey] What happened
to the other deal?

The one where we were
going to pin the murder

on dear old Gordon.

You're lying!

[Casey]
Me? Lie?

Why there was a murder,
wasn't there?

What about it honey,

did you tell them about
the real big news?

[Mrs. Brunner]
News? What news?

Then you didn't tell her.

Now really sweetheart,
Mother should know about us.

Maybe she wouldn't approve
of such a quick marriage.

And the 500 pounds
that went with it.

Marriage?

Just one moment, you inferred
you married my daughter?

Correction.

All I know about it
is what she told me.

Being a little drunk
at the time.

[Lance]
At what time?

Just where and when
is this alleged marriage

supposed to have
taken place?

That should be easy
enough to verify.

It should be.
Ask her.

It's a lie.

There was no marriage.

I think this is a matter
for the police.

I agree. Let's make
it a big party.

Invite Vanno.

And if you can find him,
Carter B. Groot.

You've been talking
to this man.

What's he been
telling you?

Oh Lance, please
don't shout at me.

But he's lying! Phyllis says
he's nothing but a kidnapper.

We can invite a few more guests
who were at another party

Phyllis and I gave
the other night.

I doubt that you
can convince them

that she was being
held prisoner.

Oh, incidentally...

One of the guests,
uh, uninvited...

was a police Inspector.
Name of Johnson.

I understand he has
a reputation of being skeptical

about a lot of things.

Just what are you after?

The same thing you're after.

- All I can get.

I've been trying to understand
your peculiar statements.

It seems
to be blackmail.

Now that's a nasty word,
let's call it expenses.

Or rather damages
for breach of promise.

And if we refuse to pay?

You'll pay.

Gordon's got a lot more
to hide than I have.

Haven't you Lancey boy?

[Phyllis] How much
do you want?

Make me an offer.

Five thousand pounds.

Last week that would
have been fine.

Last week, I was
young and innocent.

This week the
price has doubled.

It's a deal.

[Lance]
But this is ridiculous.

- This man has no--
- I said it's a deal.

- Pay him off.
- But Phyllis!

You are my lawyer,
pay him off.

I never want to see or hear
of Mr. Casey Morrow again.

You heard what
the lady said.

You think I can pick 10 thousand
pounds out of thin air?

It ought to be easy
enough for you.

Perhaps Mr. Morrow
will take a check.

Mr. Morrow will
not take a check.

Mr. Morrow
will take cash.

And when he gets it, Mr. Morrow
will be off to parts unknown.

Well... it will take time.

Banks open at 10:00
o'clock in the morning.

And what time
I'm on that plane...

depends on when you deliver
my going away present.

That means you personally.
I don't like your friends.

- Is that all?
- That's all.

I'll pick up my own fruit
and magazines at the airport.

You know my address.

I'll go and look
after Phyllis.

You know...

it's very funny but nobody
around here seems to be...

concerned anymore
about who killed, uh...

What was his name?
Oh yeah, Darius Brunner.

I am.

You're in love
with Phyllis.

That story about the
marriage can't be true.

She's an impulsive child.

But the fact remains
that you're in love.

And a man blinded by emotion
seldom acts with caution.

In love or not,
or married or not,

I made a deal
with Gordon.

And if he doesn't come through,
I've got a loud voice.

I'm tired of hunting
and being hunted!

You're hurt because
a beautiful girl

has used you for her
own conveniences.

- But you don't understand why.
- That's not true.

I think it's quite possible
she may have loved you.

And may have
loved Lance, too.

I think it's possible she
may have used you both.

- And may use Lance again.
- What are you trying to say?

Oh, don't be too hurt and
don't be too angry with her.

You're young,
you'll get over it.

Have you a gun,
Mr. Morrow?

No.

My husband's.

Do you know
how to use it?

A man could get hurt
with one of those.

I learned a great
deal tonight.

You were too busy watching Phyllis,
I was watching Lance.

He's a frightened man and
frightened men can be dangerous.

I don't really want
you to have this.

My advice to you would
be to forget the profit

and take the first
plane out of town.

Thanks for the gun.

Phyllis. Where are you?

I can smell that
perfume of yours.

Where are you hiding?

Phyllis, where are you?

(Gunshot)

[Woman] What's going on out
there? What's all that noise?

Don't you realize it's the
middle of the ni--?

I thought
I heard a shot.

What have you done?

You've killed him! Police!

Now you've killed a man with
your gun! Police! Police!

You should have seen Gordon's
face when his gun wouldn't fire.

It could have jammed.

No, no, someone emptied it.

Don't you see, she didn't
need Gordon anymore.

He had done all his dirty work
for her so she got rid of him.

She rigged the whole thing just
the way she rigged my marriage.

So you finally found out
about that.

Now it all comes out
nice and even.

The old mans dead,
Gordon's gone...

I've got a one way ticket
to the gallows.

- And dear Phyllis
gets all the money.

Ohh, how big a chump
can you be Mr. Morrow?

How stupid can you get?

Where are you going?

I'm going to have a chat
with my ex-bride.

Casey, don't go back there!
Don't be a fool.

But I am a fool, that's what
I've been telling you.

Maggie,

there's one thing I don't
understand, I can't figure you.

Why did you
believe me?

Why do you stick by me?

I lead a dull life.

I want something exciting
to put in my diary.

Casey!

Casey, what are
you doing here?

Where's Lance?

So far as I know, he's right
where you left him.

- With a bullet in his head.
- No!

No!

You don't have to worry.
Nobody will ever know you did it.

My fingerprints are
on the gun.

I didn't pull the trigger
the way I was supposed to,

but I held the gun.

And I was luckier than Gordon,
mine was loaded.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I... I've been
here all day.

What do they call this stuff,
Kiss of Death?

Casey, I'm telling you
the truth.

The truth! What do you
know about the truth?

You think I've lied to you
all along because of last night.

Can't you see, Casey?
Can't you understand?

I had to lie to you
last night

because you went and blurted out
about the marriage.

If Lance had even suspected
there was any truth in it

then you would have been just
another person he had to remove.

I suppose that's why
you ran out on me

and went straight
back to him.

Oh, Casey, you've got
things all wrong.

I left your Mother's
last night

because I saw Inspector
Johnson coming back.

I didn't want to get you
into anymore trouble.

- You're lying!
- I'm not!

I love you.

Stop lying! What did
you do with the gun?

Where is the gun?

And if you lie to me
this time, I'll kill you!

Casey, no!

You will not move,
Mr. Morrow.

Is she dead?

I think so.

Pick up that perfume stopper
and make sure.

Her own mother!

You shouldn't
be shocked.

After all you're
in love with her.

- And you killed her!

Now it's my turn.

One way or the other.

The police will be arriving
at any moment.

I sent for them.

You took a lot
for granted.

- You're so very
predictable, Mr. Morrow.

I've been waiting
for you

ever since I returned from
that wretched apartment.

You're so like Lance.
So easily frightened.

- You know, I knew
exactly what he'd do

when he saw that detective's
report on my husbands desk.

And I knew what
he'd do today.

Now, pick up that stopper.

- And do what
I told you.

And after that, what
am I suppose to do?

Confess to three murders?

One should be sufficient.

How are you
going to explain

having the gun you
killed Gordon with?

How are you
going to explain

your fingerprints on it
to the police?

My fingerprints
are on it.

Yours, too.

What a pity you're such
an emotional man.

- You just...
dropped the gun,

went after Phyllis
in a savage manner.

I just picked it up.

I'm holding you for
the authorities.

That is, unless you'd
rather make a run for it.

Now, pick up
that stopper!

[Phyllis]
Oooh... Oooh...

(Gunshot)

You don't miss
a trick, do you?

Same perfume.
Everything.

Hi ya, Casimir, I see
you stopped one.

And take her
with you.

Phyllis?
You all right, honey?

- Ahh...
- What's wrong with her?

Oh, I had to hit her
a little too hard.

Would you help me
put her on the bed?

Sorry, but, uhh.

Watch it.

Her head.

You certainly leave a wide
and gory trail behind you.

- Why, did you find Gordon?
- Yes.

I also found the report Groot made
on Gordon and Mrs. Brunner.

It was hidden
in Gordon's office.

Oh, then you know I had nothing
to do with all this slaughter.

Yes, we know that.

You know, you shouldn't have
run out on me last night,

I could have saved you
a lot of trouble.

- I'll bet.
- All I wanted to do

is to ask you a few
questions about this...

This account book, which you
obviously mailed to me.

Look, last night I wasn't in the
mood for answering questions.

And by the way, we fished Groots
out of the Thames. Yesterday.

Very heavy too,
with .38 caliber bullets.

Look, you find Vanno or Travis
or whatever his name is

and you'll find the gun
to match those slugs.

We found him.

And he talked as if he had
a gramophone needle jabbed in him.

Honey, you all right?
You all right, baby?

Aren't you interested in the
motives behind all this?

- No!
- Oh... all right.

Then I won't tell you
that Mrs. Brunner

had set up a lot
of fake charities.

And was milking her husband
dry with Gordon's help.

When Darius Brunner realized
what was going on,

they got rid of him.

And when Groot interfered,
they got rid of him, too.

However, I won't
tell you all that.

- Look, are we in the clear?
- Yes.

Then will you please go away
and leave us alone. Please.

All right.

But, uh, take things easy until
the ambulance comes, will you?

And Casmir, please...

No more corpses.

- Casey?
- Yes?

Darling, look I'm sorry I had
to hit you so hard, but I had to.

- I just had to.
- Why?

Well, I'll tell you later.

- Casey.
- Yes.

I've still got that special
marriage license.

Oh... Oh baby...

What's the matter?

Ah, what a time for a guy to be
caught with only one good arm.

Oh...