Without Warning! (1952) - full transcript

- Subtitles -
Lu?s Filipe Bernardes

In the annals of crime in
any great city...

there is always one case that for sheer
savagery will never be forgotten.

No professional criminal could ever
match its fury,

for it is the record of murder
without reason,

of fear and of terror of a killer
who strikes without warning.

I got fourteen hours of driving
ahead of me.

- I could get some sleep myself.
- And I thought this was a class spot.

This is the manager, you'll have to turn off
that radio, the other guests are complaining.

I said turn off that radio,
or I'll come in do it for you.

That'll do it, Joe.
We're all through, Don.



- Right.
- Hello, Don, everything under control?

- Just waiting for you, Pete.
- Hello, Pete.

Glad you're here.
We're ready to remove the body.

- What time did it happen?
- About three o'clock.

Multiple stab wounds in the back.
Here, take a look.

The weapon was a long, sharp, twin-bladed
object, scissors of some kind.

Remind you of anything?

The body the waitress we found
about a month.

That's how I figured. Probably the same guy.
We should know for sure after the autopsy.

- I'll wait for your call.
- Okay boys, you can wrap it up.

Any identification on the body?

Yeah, a driver's license, Mrs. Alma Johnson.

2860, ten and a half, Franklin Avenue.

The car's out front,
it's that green Chevy.



What time was the register signed?

1:30, according to this. She signed
as Mr. and Mrs. Joe Green of San Diego.

The manager didn't see anyone else.

He's outside when you want
to talk to him.

Okay, what about the fingerprints?

They're all over the place, he's just
finishing up now.

Fine, soon as they're processed we'll
check the file. Anything else?

The usual, a box of matches
and a few cigarettes.

- His or hers?
- Hers, unless they both wore lipstick.

Also I found some stuff under her nails.
And here's something else.

- What is it?
- Looks like a piece of suit fabric.

- Blue serge.
- Get it down to the lab.

And tell. Charlie we'll drop by
as soon as we can, alright?

Right.

- Where's the girl's husband?
- We're trying to find him.

Fine.

No, we'd better send out a call to pick up
every 288 and 311 we can lay our hands on.

Let's go see the manager, hm?

And while the killer slept, the machinery
of the law slipped into gear.

They checked the fingerprints found
at the scene of the crime.

If the killer had ever been arrested,
his prints would be on file.

There was no record of them anywhere.

They located the victim's husband and
brought him in to identify the body.

He'd been working all night and hadn't even
known his wife was on the loose.

Police details moved
throughout the city.

They picked up any man who had
ever been connected...

...with a crime similar to the
murder in the motel.

The suspects were taken to the
identification room.

They were booked, printed and mugged.

It was a mixed assortment of the mild
and the defiant. That was the routine.

And it went on all night.

Meanwhile, in homicide they
went after the case from another angle.

That's the way I see it. The victim was
attacked from the back...

...and stabbed repeatedly in the body
with a twin-bladed object like that.

It's the same man all right.

- Are you sure about the type of weapon?
- Sure I'm sure. I'll show you.

Here are the photographs
we took last night.

Notice the position and frequency
of the wounds.

And here are the ones we took
of that waitress a months ago.

The wounds are identical.

In each case that were made by a thick
kind of scissors about five inches long.

At least he's consistent.

- Anything else, Doc?
- Just what you already know.

Both victims were blond and had alcohol in their systems.

Don, let's have a couple of dozen photographs
of the Johnson woman made up right away.

Then see how many men Browning can lend
us to canvass the bars.

If they show the pictures to
enough bartenders,

one of them ought to come up
with a lead.

Right, I'll see you back here.

You better make it the lab,
I want to talk to Charlie.

If you get any ideas on the type
of scissors, Doc, let me know.

I'll do that, Chief.

...of course a sliver of fabric
isn't much to go on.

- But it may tell us a few things.
- Manufacturer?

Possibly. We can trace the mill
that made the material.

What makes you so positive it's from
the killer's suit in the first place?

I'm not positive, but we have
to start somewhere.

I tried to check everybody that was registered
in the motel room in the past week.

And?

And what do you think?
75% of the names were phony.

Well, that's par for a motel.

You wouldn't say you were playing a long shot, would you?

What do you want me to do?
Assign a man to every motel in town...

...just to be sure that the guests
sign their right names?

- Relax, you'll put them all out of business.
- Okay, okay.

- What did you find?
- It's from his suit all right.

The threads match the traces of wool lint
found under the dead girl's fingernails.

She must have put up a
pretty good fight. Take a look.

Hi.

Now, the main thing is the number
of horizontal strands to the weave.

I'd say about 80 to the inch and 100
fibers to the strand.

For serge, that's pretty good.

just saw Browning, it's all set.

- How many men is he gonna let us have?
- Eight tomorrow more later if we need them.

We'll need them all right.

About this material, how much
would you say it cost?

Well, it isn't cheap. Couldn't touch a
suit like that for under $90 or $100.

- Anything else?
- Yeah. it's quite new, very resilient.

The fibers have all the bounce
of a new hand ball.

Another thing, there are no signs
of cleaning fluid.

All right so the suit's new.

It would take months to track down everybody
who's bought a blue serge suit recently.

Would you like to borrow
my microscope?

If you had a brand-new $100 suit with
a small tear in, it what would you do?

Give it to the Salvation Army?

No, I'd take it to one of those
French weaving places.

Don, coffee?

Don.

Will you have a bulletin sent out to every
shop in town that does mending and weaving...

and warn them to be on the lookout
for a blue serge suit with a tear in it.

I'll take care of it right away.

Good morning, Mr. Martin.

- Hi, Carmelita.
- See my hospital?

- Who's it for?
- Maria.

- What happened to her?
- Oh, we were playing and she broke her neck.

- Can you fix it, Mr. Martin?
- I think so.

There, she's good as new.

- Hey, what are you doing with that package
- What's in it?

Let me see, please.

Hey, my doll's broken again.

- Hello, Carl, how are you?
- Hi, Fred.

Say listen, do you think you can put a
coupling on the end of this for me?

Sure. Anything else today?

Oh, I need a couple hundred-pound
sacks of Vigoro...

Uh-hm.

- And about 10 pounds of clover seed.
- Okay.

- Who's the girl?
- Oh, that's my daughter Jane.

She came down from Fresno to live
with me. I think I mentioned her to you.

Is she gonna be here long?

Only till her husband gets back,
he's been sent overseas.

Dad.

- You're wanted on the phone.
- Okay, honey. Jane, this is Carl Martin.

- Hello, Carl.
- How do you do?

Here, let me help you.

Within six hours of the murder, the
killer was back tending flowers...

...as part of his normal daily routine.

At the same time, homicide was working
on the one good remaining lead.

The torn blue suit.

Skilled detectives canvassed every
tailor shop in town.

On the bulletin they left
with each tailor...

...was all the information plus
a central police number.

The plan was simple. If the suit were
brought in for repair,

the trap could be sprung within
the quarter hour.

The next move was up to the killer.

First of all lady, I can fix it.

But it'll show, and this is too good
a skirt for that.

A friend of mine had a tear in her dress and
she took it someplace and had it mended...

...and it didn't even show where the work
was done. So why can't you mend my skirt?

Look, lady, when material is
burned or a piece is ripped off like this,

there's nothing you can do.

When you ripped it out,
you left a piece behind.

You see, there's a piece of material
missing.

Look, you can see for yourself
it doesn't fit together.

Pete.

- Pete, are you busy?
- No, not really, Captain.

I want to talk to you.
Don.

What's up?

I don't have to tell you the spot
we're in with the killings...

- ...of Mrs. Rollins and Mrs. Johnson.
- I've heard.

We can't blame them.

We haven't turned up anything new
in three weeks.

We know.

Haven't you fellows got a theory, a hunch,
something to get us out of this?

All right, see what you think of this.

We have a kind of a theory based
on the pattern in these two cases.

- A pattern?
- It's a time pattern mostly.

Mrs. Rollins was killed March 3rd,
approximately 3:30 a.m.

Mrs. Johnson at 3 o'clock in the morning
on April 2nd.

That's right. Both early in the month.
Maybe likes the position of the moon then.

Or maybe he gets paid at the end of
the month...

...and he likes to wait until he has enough
money to go out in style, I don't know.

Pete it's the end of the month now.

Yeah, I know.

And if our theory is correct, you can
tell them that the department...

...is going to have another dead
woman on its hands and soon.

- Oh, it's you, Carl.
- Is your father here?

No he, isn't. Is there something
I can do for you?

- No, I don't think so.
- All right Carl, excuse me, won't you?

What do you think of the way I budded
this Hoover under the California?

- It's not bad for an amateur is it?
- It's very good.

How do you like working here
for your Dad?

Oh, it takes my mind off Jerry and keeps
me from being too lonesome.

Say, Carl, do you see a pair of pruning
shears over there some place?

Thanks.

That ought to do it.

Is there anything I can tell Dad for you?

Well one of my customers asked me
for a rare tropical plant.

I thought maybe your father
could help me.

- Want me to give you a good suggestion?
- Okay.

Why not a cattleya orchid? I understand with
proper care they do very well around here.

- Have you got any in stock?
- Well, no, Dad sends to Hawaii for them.

However, this is the right season.

We ought to be able to get one in a couple
of weeks, is that too long?

Well, he said there was no rush.
Order one for me, will you?

- All right, Carl.
- Thanks for the suggestion.

Not at all, goodbye.

I probably won't be home until late,
honey, don't wait up for me.

If you don't do any better than you did last
week, don't come home at all.

You sure you don't want to
come along?

No, Dad, I think I'll stay
and finish the books.

Okay. Well, I left the sprinkler on.
Turn it off in about 15 minutes, huh?

All right, Dad, good night.

Carl, what are you doing around
here this time of night?

I was just passing, I saw the
light and I thought I'd pay my bill.

Oh. Well that will save me having
to mail it out to you.

How come you're not watching Fred bowl?
This is his regular night, isn't it?

Yes, but if I don't get these bills out,
he won't even have enough money to bowl.

Let's see, here's your account, Carl,
you owe us exactly...

$34.45.

Yeah, that's right. Are you gonna
work very late tonight?

Well, I have to get out all these bills.

You got a way of getting home?

I usually hop the bus at the corner, it's
just a short ride.

I'll be glad to wait for you,
I have my car.

Well, that's very sweet
of you, Carl, but...

...I wouldn't want you to waste your
evening waiting around for me.

I don't mind waiting, I have nothing
better to do.

We might even stop somewhere
and have a drink.

Let's see, that's 34.50... 35.

I don't know what time
I'll be getting off, Carl.

It's still early.

- Something wrong?
- Not any more.

Come and take a look.

Do you often have this kind of trouble
with your car?

No, this hasn't happened
for a long time.

- I'll do what I can.
- I'd appreciate it.

No one day won't start,
the ignition key is off.

Well what do you know?

Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?

I do all right.

Now are you going to buy
me that drink?

Alright.

If you can't think of anything
better to do.

I can think of something better.

I better go down and check.

Hi, what are you doing down here?

Well, you know how it is, officer.

Don't you know you're not allowed
to park here?

We were just
leaving but I got stuck.

All right I'll give you a hand.

What's the matter with her?

I'm afraid she had too much to drink,
she dozed off.

Dozed off, huh?

Get out while I take a look at her.

Sure, go ahead.

Hey, taxi!

Union Station.

4th and Hamilton.

22K, roger. KMA367.

About thirty, six-feet tall,
175 pounds, gray flannel suit, no hat.

Sorry, Pete, but that's the best I could do.
I never really got a good look at him.

You said his behavior seemed normal.

Well, it did at the time but I...

Okay, we'll call you when we need
you at the line-up.

- I Got the report on the fingerprints.
- Yeah?

It's our man all right.

- How are you doing, Sam?
- Okay, there's his right foot.

- Let's have a look at it.
- It's got a good left foot too.

- We'll check in with Charlie.
- We're finished here.

Mr. Martin.

Mr. Martin.

- Can I fix it for you later, honey?
- Don't forget.

He wears a 9 1/2 b shoe. The same
size I wear.

Well, here's something
a little more interesting.

These are the cigarette butts found
at the motel murder site a month ago.

And these are the ones found in
and around the car this morning.

- Now, do you notice anything peculiar?
- They all have lipstick markings.

And there are about twice as many
short ones as long ones.

That's right. Take a look.

Notice the lipstick on the long one
to your right.

It's uneven and spread pretty thin.

Now look at the short one.
It's almost twice as thick.

In each case the murdered woman
smoked the short one.

But she lit the long one in her own
mouth and then passed it over to him.

Excuse me.

Hello, Wilkins speaking.

Pete? Yeah, he's here.

Okay, I'll tell him.

They want you down at the
central produce market.

They have a guy who thinks
he saw your man.

Let's go, Don.

In the turmoil and confusion of the
market...

... the killer's flight had gone unnoticed,

except for one man who thought he'd
seen him cross the street and hail a taxi.

Detectives then checked
every cab office in the city.

At each one they received the same reply:
no fare picked up in that area.

For all his carelessness,

the killer had been swallowed up
in the trackless jungle of the city.

And out of that jungle, as the
notoriety increased, came the creatures.

Strange forgotten souls, eager to confess
to crimes they did not commit.

In their desire to bask briefly in
the spotlight of the headlines,

they were willing to admit to anything.

Each day brought new confessions
and still more versions...

...of how the crime had been committed.

And so the admissions of guilt continued.

Every cop on the beat had at least
one habitual whom he could count on...

...to confess to any and every crime.

It was time-taking, discouraging work.
But every story had to be checked.

Every letter and phone call investigated.

There was always the chance
that this one might be it.

The only one who enjoyed it
was the killer.

It became evident they needed more than
a physical description to pin him down.

They had to get inside his brain to see
what made him tick.

To try and determine in advance
what his moves would be,

they consulted Dr. Werner, the police
psychiatrist, authority on the criminal mind.

Well, I'll say that homicidal maniacs fall
pretty much into three categories.

There's the sadistic psychopath,

the epileptic equivalent and the paranoid.

Now, let's consider the sadistic
psychopath first.

Now, you'll recall no doubt, that the wounds
inflicted on all three parties...

...were pretty much alike.

According to the coroner's reports,

any one of these wounds might have
caused death immediately.

There was no real attempt to torture.

So I think we can forget about
sadistic psychopaths.

- Good enough.
- Then lets consider the epileptic equivalent.

He kills in frenzied fits and seizures,
at unpredictable times.

His methods are varied and irrregular.

Now, according to the motorcycle officer who
saw him young man was perfectly calm.

And the records indicate a possible time
pattern in his attacks...

...and regularity in his methods.

Which leaves us the paranoiac.

And I think he's the man
you're after.

Now, to illustrate my point
let's take a brief case history.

Oh, I don't say it's his,
but it might be.

A boy who is emotionally too weak.

Maybe without parents, or friends,
or family.

He's lost, nobody to hold on to.

But he finally finds a wife or a girl...

...and becomes entirely dependent on her.

And she turns out to be no good,
but he still clings to her.

And then one day she runs off with
another man who shows her a good time.

The boy is desperate because
he finds himself lost again.

He suffers a tremendous shock
and that does it.

His world collapses and he has
to get even.

The balance of his mind tips so
that his emotions...

...are transferred to a pathological desire
for revenge on the girl or her prototype.

Blondes, under 30, about the same
height and weight.

And he'll keep on killing the same
type of girl until you catch him.

And so they had a
little more to work with.

Especially when the psychiatrist's information
dovetailed with their first real break.

A Glendale cabbie remembered
picking up a fare...

...at the produce market on the
morning of the murder.

He'd been afraid to talk before.

There's a local ordinance that prohibits
out-of-town cabs from picking up a fare...

...inside city limits.

- Lieutenant Hamilton?
- Yeah, that's right, that's me.

My name's Jackson, I'm with a
Rapid Transit cab company.

- That's Sergeant Warde.
- Glad to know you, Sergeant.

I've got some information for you fellas
but it's got to be off the record.

It'll be off the record, forget it.

It's about this crazy killer
you guys are after.

- Sit down.
- Thank you.

I'm at the produce market one day on
my regular beat I'm picking up a guy, see?

It's a funny thing about this guy.

I drop him off at the Union Station,
I'm pulling up for a stoplight at the corner.

I'm lighting up a cigarette and I
take a look behind me...

...and I see this guy making a beeline
for a different cab.

- What kind of a cab?
- A yellow.

- Yellow, are you sure?
- Yeah.

Here it is.
I knew we'd have it somewhere.

Cab number 803 picked up a fare
at 6:05 at Union Station...

...drove him to 4th and Hamilton.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

Let me see.

She does look a little familiar.

- But I see so many faces it's hard for me...
- Try and think.

I am trying.

Yeah, I remember now.

There was a dame in here looked
like that.

Only a little blonder I think.

She was in here for a couple of hours,
gave some guy the come-on, and left.

It was pretty late I think.

- And he went after her
- What kind of a guy, what did he look like?

Oh, just an average sort of guy,
I guess.

After all, it's been about a month and a lot
of other guys have been in here since.

don't you remember anything
about him the suit maybe?

Yeah.

It was dark brown.
No... kind of a blue.

I think.

Thanks.

Or was it, um...

So from now until the end of the operation
you're all assigned to us for special duty.

Each of you has been chosen
because of a close resemblance...

...to the type of woman this man
is likely to go for.

It's your job to see that
he does go for you.

We've been able to figure his
range of operations...

...to an area within a radius
of 15 miles.

We've also classified the bars where
he's likely to pick up his next victim.

He's expected to strike in the
next few days.

Now for procedure.

A plainclothesman will be detailed
to each of you.

You will never be out of his sight.

You've just been given a good general
description of the criminal on those cards.

Don't waste time on anybody
who doesn't match.

When you have what appears
to be a suspect,

play him along until he makes
a definite move.

Then signal your detective
to make the arrest.

What would you call a definite move?

Well, you'll have to decide
that for yourself.

We won't have the time or the men to pull
in everybody who makes a friendly pass.

On the other hand, always remember that
you may be dealing with a homicidal maniac.

The criminal seems to have
a habit of letting the woman...

...light a cigarette for him in
her own mouth.

Watch for that. Now Don we'll give
you your definite assignments.

Betty, you're first, you go with
Sergeant Lewis.

Virginia, I'm gonna tag along after you.

That's a good idea. I like the beach
when it isn't so crowded.

Let's go.

Hey, what's the big idea?
I'm a police officer, you're under arrest.

Under arrest, what for?
I haven't done anything.

- What about it, Betty?
- Book him up on 836-3.

You heard the lady. Let's go.

Look, like I told you. I just
stopped in for a drink after the show.

I tell you you got me wrong.
I'm a happily married man.

- Look!
- That's fine.

I'll bet your wife's proud of you.

You gotta believe me! I never had any
trouble with the police before in all my life!

I've never been in jail before.

Nothing like this ever happened
to me before.

Oh, a couple of traffic tickets,
no more...

Okay, you can go.

- Honestly, officer, you gotta believe me...
- You can go.

I know, but you don't underst...

Oh.

So now I can go.

You bring me... you bring me all
the way down here, you fingerprint me,

...and you... you embarrass me and
then you tell me I can go home.

Now I got half a mind to sue the
city for false arrest.

- You wouldn't really do that.
- I wouldn't?

Don't kid yourself, bud.
I know my rights.

You're not gonna push me around,
you flatfoot you...

Do you wanna be jailed
as public nuisance?

Oh, no, sir, I...

Get a squad car deliver him
to his front door.

If he gives you any trouble, make sure
his wife finds out why we brought him home.

Thank you, sir.

They weren't all quite so innocent.

The next night they picked up some
parole violators carrying guns.

They're back where they can't
use them now.

But it took time to pull every suspect
in for printing and mugging.

And time was running out. From now on
the girls would have to take greater risks.

Let the potential killer show
his hands more...

...before they signaled for help.

So that's the whole story. Twice a month
he goes away on a business trip.

And leaves you home to twirl
your thumbs.

It's not so bad. At least I get to meet
a lot of interesting people this way.

I'll bet you do.

How about another drink?

What are we wasting our time
around here for?

I don't know. Come on let's go.

- Comfortable?
- Hm-hmm.

I could go to sleep right here.

Why don't you?

- How much farther do we have to?
- Not far.

What kind of place is it?

Just a nice little place.

I don't like it, it's too quiet.
Let's go back toward town.

What? After all the trouble I've
gone to getting here?

- Why did you turn in here?
- Why not?

Why'd you turn off the lights?

What are you going to do?

Nothing. You're gonna walk
home from here.

Maybe this will teach you there's still some
guys who respect another man's home.

Here's a complete file on those three
suspects the girls brought in last night.

Anything important?

We turned one of them over
to robbery.

Prints matched some from a liquor
store holdup last week.

The other two are in the clear.

I still think what happened to
Virginia last night's a classic.

Driving a girl up in the hills just
to give her a lecture on morals.

Lieutenant Hamilton.
Yeah?

When?

Right, hold a car, I'll be right down.

They just found a blonde in the riverbed
stabbed to death.

The handywork is familiar alright.
Who discovered the body?

- A couple of kids playing in the water.
- Did they touch anything?

They didn't hang around long
enough to touch anything.

What do you got, Don?

One of McCarthy's men picked this up
about 30 feet from the body.

It's the only thing they found so far.

- What do you think?
- What do you think?

I don't know.
But we'll find out.

- Hi, Charlie.
- Hi, Pete.

- What do you got?
- Plenty.

You'd be surprised what you
can find on an old spring.

Keep talking.

It's from the murder weapon all right.
Fresh blood all over it.

Signs of older blood too.

This baby's been used before.
Probably three times before.

- What's it from?
- Garden shears.

That ties him.

- You see this?
- Yeah, what is it?

Nitrate of soda, urea,
ammonium phosphate.

Now these are all basic ingredients
of commercial fertilizer.

We've analyzed a few surface crystals and
we'll get the complete formula eventually.

- Anything else?
- Well, we're just getting started.

Take a look.

Wood fibers from the bark
of some small tree or bush.

- We're still checking.
- Nice work, Charlie.

- You guys delight me.
- Well, sometimes we even delight ourselves.

Oh, one more thing before you go.

This guy must have gotten around
quite a bit.

We have evidence of three
different types of soil.

What do you mean one more thing?
Just give me a breakdown on each type.

Right here.

When the breakdown disclosed that the
three types of soil found in the spring...

...came from different sections
of the city,

they knew that gardening was not the
killer's hobby.

it had to be his profession.

With that information to go on,
the clues began to add up.

The first step was to find the exact make of
garden shears used as the murder weapon.

It meant a rundown of every hardware store,
supply house and distributor of garden tools.

It was a lot of legwork but
it had to be done.

Somewhere in the city there was a pair
of shears that the spring would fit.

In the laboratory analyzing the
components of the fertilizer...

identified with the murder weapon...

...called for a different routine.
Not as much running around,

but plenty of midnight oil burning.

Eventually they were able to break
down the specimen solution...

...to the exact chemical formula.

From there it was a simple step
to determine the brand name.

A little present for you.

So we finally made it.

That's an efficient little thing.
Where'd you find it?

Trendle Tool Company.
Here's a list of their distributors.

I didn't know there were this many
hardware stores in the world.

- What about nurseries?
- About a hundred of them, Pete.

We'll try a shortcut.

There's no guarantee that our man buys his
tools and fertilizers at the same place but...

...we might as well check the places
selling both products first.

- Good morning, Carl.
- Hi, Mr. Kent.

Did you find out about that plant
we discussed, the orchid plant?

The Cattleya? Well, it hasn't come in yet.
You said there was no rush.

But that was some time ago, my wife's
birthday is the 10th of this month.

- Well, it ought to arrive any day, sir.
- I don't want to disappoint Mrs. Kent.

- Be sure it's planted by then, Carl.
- I'll see that it is, sir.

By the 10th.
Yes, I know it's important.

Well, I'm sure it'll be in by then.

All right, I'll do what I can.
Goodbye.

Who was that?

It was Carl Martin. He's worried about
the cattleya orchid we ordered for him.

It's all my fault, I told him it
would be in by now.

- You'd better call the Express office again.
- All right, Dad.

- That's funny.
- What's the matter?

- Our honeymoon picture's gone.
- Sure you didn't take it home with you?

No, it was right there on top
of the safe.

It must be around here somewhere.

Here honey, better make your call,
I'll help you look for it.

All right.

There never was a good shortcut to a killer.
They found that out.

Eighty-seven places handled both the make of
shears and the fertilizer they were after.

Twenty of them in the valley alone.

They checked those first,
and drew twenty blanks.

It was the same routine
time and again.

Find the outlet, question the manager,
cross the place off the list.

Well, I'm terribly sorry, Carl,
they promised me they'd deliver it today.

I know tomorrow is too late...

...but sometimes they do make an
extra delivery in the afternoon.

I know, I feel awful about it.

Well, isn't there some other plant we...

Hel...

- Well, it finally got here.
- Yes, it's a shame.

You know Carl wanted it first
thing in the morning.

Hope he drops in before we close.

Say, maybe I ought to deliver it.
Where does he live?

- Do you think you should?
- I'll be back before closing time.

- What's his address?
- It's in the book.

All right, you finish watering
and I'll go look it up.

Okay, honey.

- Which one is next?
- Um... Saunder's Nursery.

Carl!

Anybody home?

Carl, it's Jane Saunders.

- Hi.
- Carl.

I was wondering where you were.

You didn't look very hard.

Didn't you hear me call you
from the house?

No. What were you doing there?

Well, I have good news, Carl,
the cattleya orchid arrived.

That's great. Let's go in
and look at it.

I can't right now, Dad's all alone
and I have to get back.

It'll only take a minute.

All right, Carl, just for a minute.

- Hello, are you the manager of this place?
- That's right, what can I do for you?

We'd like a little information.

Be right with you, as soon as
I turn off this water.

- It's very nice, thanks for bringing it up.
- That's all right.

I'm just glad it arrived in time.

So... now if you'll excuse me,
I do have to go.

Why don't you stay
and have a cup of tea?

Really, Carl, I can't.

You mean you won't.

No, it isn't that, it's just
that I have to get back.

Why don't you just sit down?

All right, gentlemen,
what do you wanna know?

You sell this make of shears
and Vigoro fertilizer, is that right?

Yeah, I have been for some time, why?

Do you recall selling a pair of these
shears or that brand of fertilizer...

...to a man approximately six-feet tall,
175 pounds,

brown hair, about 30 years of age?

- Let me think...
- He's probably a gardener.

I don't... six-feet-tall?

Young and six-feet tall.

Kinda sounds like Carl Martin.
Why do you want to know?

It's nothing serious, we just want
to ask him some questions.

- Well, I know he uses Vigoro.
- What about the shears?

I sold him some of his tools. I'd have
to check the books, it'd take me some time.

- Go ahead.
- Okay.

You know, you're the first company
I've had since I've lived here.

In that case I am sorry
I can't stay any longer.

It's not the kind of place
you'd invite a girl to.

I don't know, there's no
reason not to.

No? Have you taken
a good look around?

Well.

Let's see now.

Landers, Lawson, Mapes...
Here it is, Carl Martin.

Yeah, he bought a pair of shears
about four months ago.

That's alright, we'll take
your word for it.

What's his address?

- 632, Hill Road.
- Thanks.

- Has Carl done something wrong?
- No, no, it's just a routine check.

The reason I asked...

- I was just thinking about something.
- What is it?

My daughter Jane is making a delivery
at his house right now.

- Know where it is, Don?
- Ron Chavez Ravine. Thanks very much.

Thanks for the tea, Carl,
it was very good.

- I'm sorry I have to run.
- That's all right.

- My wife was a lot like you.
- Your wife?

Oh, I forgot. You didn't know
I was married, did you?

Anyway, it didn't last very long.

- I'm sorry.
- Why? I'm not.

- I'm better off without her.
- Please, Carl, it's getting late.

- Mr. Martin.
- Sit down.

I've got something very interesting
to show you.

- Hello, Mr. Martin.
- What are you doing here?

- Shhh, you'll wake my doll.
- Then you'd better go home.

But you told me I could play
any time I wanted to.

I don't care what I said, I don't want
you around here now.

Go on, go on.

- You can have your picture back.
- My picture?

I won't need it anymore.

We're going out to your car.
Don't make a sound.

66 is probably up around the top
of the hill, Pete.

There it is.

He must be around somewhere.
The tea's still warm.

- The girl's been here too.
- Check the back.

Nobody out in the yard.

Take a look at this.

That's it all right.

There was a kid out front.
Let's see what she knows.

Hi.

Honey, do you know the man
who lives in that house?

That house. Who lives there?

Would you like some gum?

My mommy won't let me
take anything from strangers.

Your mother's right.

What's your name?

- What's your dolly's name?
- Maria.

- That's a very pretty name.
- My name is Carmelita.

That's pretty too.

What's his name?

Mr. Martin.

Do you know where Mr. Martin is,
Carmelita?

He's with a girl.

Where are they now?

Don't point, honey.

Carmelita,

go home to your mommy,
please, honey.

- Are you all set?
- I got it.

Okay.

Come back, please come back!
Help me!

Come back!

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Lu?s Filipe Bernardes