Danger Street (1947) - full transcript

20 black.

This is the worst run of
luck I've had in years.

You should try my system.

23 red.

You won again, commissioner.

Well, what's the meaning of this?

You been taking pictures?

What?

Where's you ever get
such a silly idea?

You got a camera in that bag.

Don't be ridiculous.



Come on.

Hand it over and be a nice girl.

I haven't got a camera.

Now what's the big idea?

Why, I'm going to
speak to the manager.

Well, all right.

But you wait right here.

Why didn't you take
it away from her?

Well, I wasn't sure.

Anyway, she's right in there.

Oh, pardon me.

Have a good night Miss?

Oh, fair, just fair.

Will you let me out, please?



Those pictures can close
us up tighter than a drum.

Well, we'll just
have to wait and see

what... Hey, there she is.

Stop her.

Open the door.

Don't let her get away.

Call the gate.

Tell them to shut it.

Don't let anyone out.

Yes, sir.

What are you doing in my garage?

Just let me sit here a minute.

I'll think of an answer.

"Flick", the magazine
that's there when it happens.

Huh?

It happened and we weren't there.

Well, if we weren't
there, it didn't happen.

Pat, these are great.

Right in the groove.

And you said it couldn't be done.

I only said not to try it
because it was too dangerous.

Well, it was.

The commissioner
with his cutie pie.

A gambling house wide open.

Wait until Turlock sees these.

Old Muscle Bustle
will do a nip up.

I hope so.

Get me a make up page.

OK.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Turlock.

Yes, it's always a good
morning if you're healthy.

Have a carrot.

Hm, hm.

King-size today.

Oh, Mr. Turlock...

The signal. the Boss.

Matches, cigarettes, ashtray.

You know, I'm getting tired of
this physical culture routine.

Don't be silly.

You know Old Muscle Bustle
insists we follow his courses.

Come on now, give
it a deep breathing.

One, two.

One...

Good morning, Burke, Miss Marvin.

Good morning, Mr. Turlock.

Turlock Breathing Method.

That's good.

Very good.

One.

Two.

How's your shape, Marvin?

Good shape?

Burke?

I've decided to do
something about "Flick."

Yes, of all the
magazines I publish,

"Flick" is the only
one losing money.

Mr. Turlock, if you don't...

Keep breathing.

I will, Mr. Turlock.

But first, I want to
show you what we've got.

A complete layout
on the Drexel Club,

a gambling joint
they denied existed.

Why, we've even got a
shot of the commissioner

playing roulette.

That's exactly what
I was getting at.

Chief gangsters,
drunks, gambling joints,

burlesque shows.

You're always trying
to fill "Flick"

with lurid things like that.

And you're never
letting me run them.

I you did, maybe the
magazine would make money.

I can't afford to
have my name associated

with a magazine like that.

GB Turlock, who made America
conscious of the fine, clean,

strenuous way of life.

No, I'm getting rid of "Flick."

Getting rid of it?

Yes, I've already are found a
buyer for the physical assets.

Well, that's great.

I work for five years
to build you a magazine,

get you a scoop that will
boost our circulation sky high.

And what you do?

You don't want it.

You throw it away, just like that.

Believe me, Burke, if
it were making money...

What about the staff?

Well, I've already
jobs for some of them.

How much have you been offered?

$26,000.

I'll give you $27,000.

Larry, you haven't...

How about it, Mr. Turlock?

Well, I promised
these other people

an answer by tomorrow night.

If you bring me a check for
$27,000 before that time,

the magazine's yours.

It's a deal.

Well, good morning, Burke.

Miss Marvin.

Here.

Have a carrot.

Oh, Larry, how you going to
get all that money by tomorrow?

Don't you worry, I'll get it.

There's one thing I'm glad of.

What's that?

I won't have to breathe anymore.

Come in.

Come in, Henry.

Sorry I'm late, I was
working on the books.

You know what this is
about, don't you, Henry?

Miss Marvin told me about all
of us taking over the magazine.

Isn't it quite a gamble?

It's a steal.

The way we'll run
the magazine will

make money right from scratch.

And just think.

We'll be our own bosses.

Bet your life.

A cooperative enterprise.

And no deep knee bending, either.

Yeah, but, $27,000.

Who's got that kind of cabbage?

Well, I've got $13,000 of my own.

And I bet every friend I have.

I've got $18,500 in all.

Now you ought to be able to
subscribe the rest between you.

I'll give $25.

Good.

Gene, $25.

You can put me down for
$600, then I'm clean.

I'll have some
trouble with the wife,

but put me down for $1,500.

Good.

Joe, $1,500.

$650 for me.

I was going to buy
myself a new beaver coat,

but I'll make the
rabbit last awhile.

How about you, Frank?

No, I'm overdrawn now.

Well, we're still a
long way from home.

Can I get in on
this, Mr. Burke?

Why certainly, Freddy.

It's all for one and one for all.

Every little bit helps.

Yes, sir.

I'll put in three.

1 Freddy, $3.

No, sir, $3,000.

$3,000?

Yes, sir.

My aunt left it to me.

Freddy, boy, come over.

We'll make you our
first vice president.

Anybody else?

I've got $57.13 in the bank.

You can have that.

$57.13.

Well, we still need $2,692.87.

Couldn't you borrow
it from someone?

By tomorrow?

I've used up every friend I have.

If I got you the difference so
that you could close the deal

with Mr. Turlock tomorrow, could
you pay it back by next month?

You mean the $2,692?

Well, sure thing.

Could you advance it, Henry?

I'd have to have it
back by next month.

Definitely.

I'll give you check
in the morning.

Great, Henry, great.

Now all of you have your money
on the desk by 10 o'clock

in the morning.

I'll give Turlock
my personal check,

and we'll all be in business.

Three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Hello, Mr. Turlock.

Oh, hello, Burke.

I'm glad to see you.

There you are.

I was just wishing
for someone to come,

toss the medicine ball.

I didn't come here
to play medicine ball.

Good shot, my boy.

Come on, now, get them over here.

What I was trying
to say is, have you

closed the deal for
the magazine yet.

No, not yet.

Tonight.

Watch it.

I'm taking you up on your offer.

You are?

Well, I'm surprised.

$27,000.

Well, here's a check.

The check.

Hmm.

I didn't think you were serious.

I'll pick up the contracts later.

Sorry.

Tell them I want a lively prospect

to set out on our new policy.

Larry, they're beautiful.

You like them?

Oh, I love them, but
you shouldn't have.

We can't afford this.

What do you mean?

We're in the dough now.

Oh, uh, that'll be all Smitty.

If the happiness bugs get
any thicker around here,

I'm going to take a
shot of penicillin.

Smitty, always pouring vinegar.

Come here, I want to
show you something.

Now here's a dummy
of our first issue.

Not only your
gambling house shots,

but I've arranged
for something that

will have every picture
magazine drooling.

Oh, what's that?

Tell me, what girl's got the
most dough, the best clothes,

the most interesting heirlooms,
and the bluest blood,

and yet has never
been photographed?

Um, oh!

Cynthia Van Loan.

You're getting a layout
of Cynthia Van Loan?

In the bag.

Every magazine in the
country has tried.

And failed.

We're getting full and exclusive
coverage on her arrival

from the coast.

How you doing it?

Oh, the Burke ingenuity.

Joe will be here any
minute with the pictures.

He takes the models
down to the beach...

Mr. Burke.

Mr. Burke, something
just happened.

Well, just a minute, Henry.

Go ahead, Pat, what's the stuff?

Well, there's this new
bandana bathing suit.

Mr. Burke, I've
just got to tell you.

The auditors, Darsteen,
Stevens and Feckman,

are coming to look over the books.

Fine.

I hope they enjoy them.

Go ahead, Pat.

Well, we could sure remember
ways that a girl with just two

bandanas could... Henry,
what's the matter?

You're shaking.

The auditors are
coming Tuesday to close

the books for Mr. Turlock.

I figured they wouldn't
be here at least

until the first of the month.

Then we'd have plenty of
time to put the money back.

Money back?

What money back?

I wouldn't have taken it at all,

but you said you could give it
back by the first of the month.

Oh, now just a minute, Henry.

Calm down.

Give it to me straight.

That check I gave you.

$2,692.87...

Yes?

That was Mr. Turlock's money.

I took it out of the
"Flick" cash account.

Holy cow.

You needed it to close the deal
and I figured we could put it

back before they came to
look at the books next month.

But they're coming Tuesday.

You've got to give it back.

But I can't give it back.

I gave my personal
check to Turlock.

Couldn't we explain to him?

Old Muscle Bustle?

He's a pretty good egg,
but if there's one thing

he won't stand for it's
finagling of any kind.

Oh, we're sunk.

He'll take back the magazine.

Well, what about me, Mr. Burke?

This is embezzlement.

I have a wife and
two small children.

Oh, Henry, we've got
to keep you out of jail.

I've been keeping books for
Mr. Turlock for 12 years.

I never took a penny.

I never even left
out a decimal point.

I don't want to end up
in the penitentiary.

Wait a minute.

I've got it.

Get me Jack Withers at News Views.

Don't you worry,
Henry, I'll fix it.

What are you going to do?

It breaks my heart,
but I have to do it.

Hello, Jack?

This is Larry Burke.

Say, how would you like
the most terrific layout

of pictures on the
Drexel gambling club?

Yeah?

We sneaked a camera in.

Let me get this straight.

You want to sell me a layout of
the Drexel club for $2,692.87?

You must be in trouble.

Sorry, Larry.

Sorry.

I got more crime features
than I can handle.

Now if you had something
that would fit the society

section, something
outstanding, I mean.

Are you lucky.

I was holding out, but I
just happened need the cash.

How would you like a complete
layout on Cynthia Van Loan,

the heiress who had
never been photographed.

Wait a minute, Larry.

Nobody's ever been
able to... you have?

You bet your life.

You bring the pictures to
me and you'll get the dough.

Right.

OK, Henry, we're in.

Bring on your auditors.

I'll have the cash for
you this afternoon.

Oh, but we don't really
need it until Tuesday.

I'll have it for you today.

Is that Wither's guy lucky.

Why, that Van Loan dame
is... There's Joe now.

Welcome home, Joe.

It worked, huh?

You've got the pictures?

You and your ideas.

You... you mean you didn't?

He didn't.

I got everything else,
including a punch in the nose.

A Burke ingenuity.

What kind of photographer are you?

Here I get you on the
same train with her.

Buy you all kinds of disguises.

The only time I got close
to her was in this outfit.

I had the camera
strapped to my chest

with just the lens sticking out.

Like a wart.

Yeah.

Like a wart.

I don't know how those
bodyguards spotted it,

but they sure did.

We'll sue them.

They can't go around
smashing our warts,

I mean, our cameras like this.

They paid for it.

They keep a special fund
just for busted cameras.

Well, it was a good idea anyway.

I'm sorry I let you down, Larry.

Oh, that's all right, Joe.

Now you haven't any pictures
to sell to News Views.

Why didn't you tell me
about that dough, Henry.

I wouldn't have taken it.

I have a life insurance policy.

Course, I can't
borrow anything on it,

but my family is the beneficiary.

Now wait just a minute,
Henry, don't even

think of anything like that.

Now go on out and get
yourself a nice cup of coffee.

Oh, I never drink coffee.

It's too stimulating.

That take an aspirin.

All right.

And take one for me.

Yes, sir.

Van Loan plans to celebrate

her 20th birthday...

Larry!

At the house
party of the Van Loan estate,

which has been closed since
the death of her parents

five years ago.

It is rumored that during
the birthday celebration,

Cynthia will announce her
engagement to Carl Pauling,

well-known broker
and man about town.

Hey!

Hey, look out.

Larry, why don't we crash
that party and get a layout?

"Flick" goes to the Van Loans.

Well, that would be great.

To get the pictures for
Jack Withers, get the dough,

clear Henry and
everything will be jake.

Except that it can't be done.

Why not?

Why, they'll have
that joint surrounded

like Betty Hutton at
an Elk's convention.

We couldn't even
get on the grounds,

much less in the house.

I guess you're right.

I wonder how they
get enough servants

nowadays to run a
mausoleum like that.

Servants.

That's us.

Pat, darling, I love you.

Hey!

Dead or alive?

My dear Cynthia, much as I
regret parting with Lawrence

and Patricia, it is
impossible to take

them with me to South America.

They are perfect jewels.

You'll undoubtedly will
want first chance at them.

Iris Countess Canistool.

Very satisfactory.

Very satisfactory to me.

And, ah, how is the countless?

Oh, in the pink.

You understand.

You are on probation purely.

We have very high standards here.

Why, I'm sure you do, Mr...

Plumley.

Ah, Mr. Plumley.

Yes.

Well, then it's a deal, right?

Plumley is the name.

I will show you to your rooms.

You better not have any, John.

But I dessert.

That's got nothing to do with it.

I see your husband's
more obedient than mine.

I remember our
marriage vows, Delores.

You were the one who said
something about obeying.

Cynthia, I hear you
had some trouble at the

with photographers.

Oh, there was one who
was very insistent.

But Carl took care
of the situation.

Yes, I had to smash his
camera and rough him up a bit.

That will be all.

I bet he was all of 5' 2".

Sandy.

Oh, I don't mind, darling.

Sandy is such an
old friend of yours.

Oh, that's mighty
white of you, old boy.

Sandy, stop it.

Carl behaved perfectly
about the photographer.

Excuse me.

I just sort of lost my appetite.

I'm sorry, Carl.

He's a bit jealous, dear, and
I can't say that I blame him.

Sandy and I are like
brother and sister.

I never saw a brother
so upset about his sister

becoming engaged.

Don't be that way, Amanda.

Cynthia, why are you
so set against having

your picture in the papers?

As Cynthia's guardian, I've tried

to carry out her parents' wishes.

They wanted her kept out
of the public eye, allowed

to grow up like any normal girl.

Like any normal girl
with $50 million.

I bet the picture magazines would

love to get some
photographs of this party.

Well, don't worry about that.

With all the guards
we've employed,

they can't get near the place.

I've been looking for you, Sandy.

I know, Cynthia, I know.

I acted like a bobby soxer.

Well, at least you might
have worn a dinner jacket.

Oh.

Well, you're certainly not
trying to hard to be charming.

What did you expect me to do, bust

out laughing because my girl's
going to marry somebody else?

We were a couple of kids
and that was over ages ago.

It isn't over if you'd only
shake yourself and wake up.

Sandy, if you'd stop
being so contrary

and try to get to
know Carl, maybe...

I can wait.

Cynthia?

Are you really going
through with this, Carl?

If you mean, am I going
through with the marriage?

Yes.

It's a pity.

We understand each other so well.

Shall we have a drink
to our understanding?

Excuse me.

Ah, waiter.

Sorry, these are reserved.

Shall we take a little walk?

All right.

Keep moving, keep moving.

You're so slow.

Oh!

Who was that?

Mr. Riley.

Miss Van Loan's accountant.

He takes care of
her books and fixed

them and all that sort of thing.

He's very clever with a pencil.

You're so right.

What was that?

Who did that?

Come back here.

Stop, I say.

Stop.

Pauling, you're a bigger
fool than I thought you were.

If that picture's printed,
it will ruin everything.

How could I know there's
be a photographer around?

You didn't have to know.

With the wedding only
a couple weeks away,

you're could have kept your
hands off of other women.

Don't take that tone
with me, Matthews.

Easy, easy.

Just take it easy.

Arguing isn't going to help.

Now you have no idea
who took that picture?

No, except he was
from "Flick Magazine."

Well, then there's
only one thing to do.

Keep "Flick" from printing it.

That's all.

Riley, you have the
mind of a bookkeeper.

Stop jiggling them so I can see.

Wait a minute, I'm looking
for that last one I shot.

The clench.

Aha!

Here it is.

It's a good thing I got
that film out of the camera

before I lost it.

Heiress's fiance pitching woo.

Oh, I wish I could keep
that shot to "Flick."

There's only one thing
wrong with this shot.

What's that?

The wrong guy.

That guy Pauling's a horse's neck.

Ah, you're prejudiced.

She should latch on
to that Sandy kid.

Are you lonely, hmm?

Just write to Beatrice
Bare Facts Burke.

Advice to the lovelorn.

Go ahead and laugh, but I
know true love when I see it.

Look, chum.

Before you have me
in tears, do you

want me to make more
prints of those?

Yeah, the usual.

I'll take these over to Withers
and get the check right away.

Boy, this is hot copy.

What's the gimmick?

Why do you want to
sell them to me?

Look, bub.

Don't look at gift
horse in the mouth.

How about the, um...

Oh, that.

Yeah.

$2,692.87, right?

To the penny.

Well, I have to get the
boss to sign the check.

Can you stop around
about 8 o'clock?

Don't worry, we'll be here.

Oh, um, don't forget.

Make that check out to me, uh.

OK.

See you later.

Now, ah, look here young lady.

I told you before.

I want to see the editor.

And don't tell me
that he's out again.

All right, I won't.

But he's out.

If you want to sit down
and wait... Oh, Mr. Burke,

this gentleman
insists on seeing you.

Oh, yes, I'll be with
you in just a minute.

If you'll just give
me five minutes.

In a minute, in a minute.

That was a narrow squeeze.

Yes, Mr. Burke.

Ask that man out
there what he wants.

Tell him I'm very busy.

He wouldn't tell me what he wants.

I'm Carl Pauling,
Cynthia Van Loan's fiance.

Congratulations.

Of all the nerve.

I found one of "Flick's" cameras

outside my fiance's
house last night.

And you want to return it.

You're an honest man.

I want to talk to you about
the pictures that man took.

Sorry, we never let
subjects OK pictures.

I don't want to OK them,
I want those pictures.

Certainly.

We'll send you a print
right after they're printed.

This is ridiculous.

Will you let me come in
there and talk to you?

Now look, mister.

We know Miss Van Loan
doesn't like publicity.

But after the public sees that
one of you and her kissing,

they're realize
she's a human being

in spite of all her dough.

Look, how much will you
take for that picture?

I don't get it.

I've already explained to you.

Well, wait a minute.

Maybe I do get it.

Sure.

Why else would you be so panicky.

Are you going to sell me
that negative or aren't you?

You were kissing the
wrong girl, weren't you?

And your fiancee will find it
out when she sees the picture.

Hm, a wolf yet.

Will you let me in there
so I can talk to you?

I've already told you,

I haven't got them.

I sold them to News Views.

Sold them.

Yes, now will you get out of my
office before I come out there

and throw you out?

That's telling him.

Are you sure the door is locked?

You know it is.

Thank you.

Hey, this is driving me daffy.

I still can't tell who that
girl is that he's kissing.

Do you remember who was
wearing a dress like that

with a cabbage flower
down at the bottom?

Cynthia should know.

Oh, but if Jack prints that
picture, it'll break her heart.

Better she finds
out about that heel

now than after they're married.

My stomach's starting to hate you.

OK, we'll pick up to check,
and we'll put on the feedbag.

We'll pick up the check
and give it to Henry first.

I don't want anything
else to happen.

Thank you.

Jack, it's Larry.

Well, he's not in.

He said to meet him
here at 8 o'clock.

He probably went out to dinner.

Mind as well wait inside.

Oh!

Larry!

What's the matter?

Oh, look.

He's been shot.

It's murder.

What's that?

Part of the envelope that
those pictures were in.

The pictures.

They're gone.

No check, either.

I got Jack into this.

How?

It wasn't your fault.

Somebody killed him
to keep those pictures

from seeing daylight.

The heel?

Why not?

He wants to marry the
Van Loan girl badly.

Didn't even stop at murder.

Well, you're jumping
to conclusions.

It's open and shut.

I think we better call the police.

They'll get him soon enough.

And if Carl Pauling
did this, I want

to be the one that traps him.

Let's get out of here
before we're trapped.

I still think you should
have called the police.

And have every rag in
town share our scoop?

Nothing doing.

But if he really is
the killer, going back

there now is just like
walking down Danger Street.

I still have to get some
more evidence on him.

And this is the only
way I know how to do it.

You're so positive it was Pauling.

Yes, I am.

Especially since I
talked to Bob Thomas

on the Wall Street Journal.

Why?

What did he say?

Pauling's as flat as a pancake,
but still keeping up a front.

He'd do anything to marry
that bundle of dough.

Could have been the
husband of the woman

he was kissing, to keep from
having that picture printed.

Or the woman herself.

We ought to find out who she was.

It might help.

Yeah.

Oh.

What's that matter?

Maybe Mr. Plumley
won't take us back.

Well, he's got to.

Having that mutt along isn't
going to help any, though.

She is not a mutt.

You know very well servants
aren't allowed to keep dogs.

Well, I wasn't going to
let her stay in my apartment

alone all night.

How are you going to
get her in your room?

Well, I'll take the
car down to the garage

while you talk to Mr. Plumley.

And then I'll sneak
her into the room.

All right.

But if Plumley catches you,
he's going to throw us all out.

What?

You can say that again.

I think your leaving
without permission

is like a soldier deserting
his post... inexcusable.

Especially when you knew Miss Van
Loan was having house guests.

You're absolutely
right, Mr. Plumley.

But, well, you see, I had
to take my wife to a doctor.

A doctor?

What for?

Really?

Really!

Congratulations, Lawrence.

Oh, I say, that is splendid.

Oh, I'm so happy.

That's splendid!

Oh, Mrs. Burke.

Yes, Mr. Plumley?

Lawrence has just told me.

And you made me very, very happy.

Happy?

Yes.

You must have a good night's rest

and I'll see that
you have light duty.

That's most generous
of you, Plumley.

Not at all, not at all.

You must be very happy.

Happy?

Oh, yes!

Ah, deliriously.

Well, I think I'll
take a little walk.

Lawrence, my boy.

She needs you.

Well, now what gives
with this happy routine?

I just told him you were
expecting a little visitor.

Oh.

You what?

Shh.

Don't get excited.

It was the only way I
could get us back in here.

Great.

Well, here we are.

Yes, here we are.

The only thing is,
you've got to find

yourself another place to sleep.

It's going to look awfully
funny to Mr. Plumley.

Oh, no it isn't.

Not if you tell him that
you have a cold and you

have to have a room of your own.

A cold?

Um-hum.

You think of
everything, don't you?

Um-hum.

Well, Ha-choo.

Good night.

Now what?

Larry, I'm afraid you'll
have to take her out.

Suppose somebody sees me?

It's after 12 o'clock.

Everyone's asleep.

Well, I hope so.

I'd feel awfully silly
getting caught with this dog.

Who's there?

Larry!

Oh, Larry, what happened?

Whose dog is that?

Who's out there?

Come on.

Whoever it was that
conked me is onto us.

They got my set of contact
prints on those pictures.

Was it Carl?

How should I know?

I've got a bump head
as big as a goose egg.

Um-hum.

I told you you should
have called in the police.

Now don't start that again.

I'll get that guy...

If it's the last thing you do.

And it looks as if that's
exactly what it'll be.

Hey.

What are you chewing on?

She must have torn this
out of the guy's coat.

And you didn't want
me to bring her along.

Ah, good baby.

Tomorrow I start matching this up

with every coat in this house.

Who is it?

It's Lawrence, sir.

I've been assigned as your valet.

Oh, ah, come in.

You can put out my riding clothes,

the tan gabardine breeches.

Yes, sir.

And see that my
boots are polished.

Saddle soap them first.

Yes, sir.

Haven't I seen you before?

It's quite possible, sir, I've
been here for several days.

Not you face, your voice.

Sounds familiar.

Oh, I remember.

Were you ever with
the Cunninghams?

Oh, yes, sir.

Several years ago.

That's it then, I
knew I'd place it.

I never forget a voice.

Oh, I'll get that.

Yes?

Oh, yes darling.

At the lodge?

All right.

I'll drive down and meet you
there in about ten minutes.

Where's your camera?

What's up?

You know the mystery
dame in that clinch?

Yeah, I've been looking
for that dress of hers.

The heel just made a date with her

and I'm going to get
me some pictures.

Really?
Where?

Out at some lodge.

Jake said it's down at
the end of the estate.

Oh, Larry, be careful.

He may be the
murderer, but I don't

think he's the one
that's on to us.

Why not?

He isn't acting to cagey with me.

But it may be some sort of
trick to get you into a spot.

Pooh.

And kill you.

Pooh.

Pooh?

Ah.

Cozy.

[INAUDIBLE] and double again.

What luck.

Hear up.

Unlucky in cards, lucky in love.

I wonder.

You're awfully
serious today, Johnson.

What's the matter,
stock market down?

No, just one of those days.

Deal, Amanda.

Maybe my luck will change.

Oh, yeah.

I'll be vulnerable
as heck on there.

You're vulnerable.

You don't have to
beat our heads off

because we're vulnerable.

You did have a nice hand, though.

You better go in first.

I'll be along shortly.

Yes, you would be
much better that way.

What do you mean by that?

What do you think I mean?

Carl was nice enough to
drive me down to the village.

Uh-huh.

I've had just about enough of you.

Afraid I'll tell Cynthia?

Now look here,
Sandy, let's settle...

Get away from me.

Carl!

Sandy!

Stop it!

I say, they're... they're
fighting out there.

Can't you do something?

Do something?

Yes, I'll notify Miss Cynthia.

Here, here.

What's going on here?

I'm sorry, Cynthia.

I shouldn't have
fought with him here.

We can continue it somewhere else.

Take it easy, Sandy.

What started this?

Ask him.

He always had such
beautiful answers.

You know he's jealous, Cynthia.

He's been trying to pick a
fight ever since he got here.

Sandy, have you no
regard for my feelings?

None whatever.

After this, I suppose won't
want to stay for the wedding.

I don't think so.

Oh, I hate to break
up with him like this.

Who is it?

It's Larry.

Oh, come on in.

Jake just told me
that Sandy and Carl...

Yeah, I know.

What are you so upset about?

I've been pinched by two
guests and Mr. Plumley.

And we're not getting anywhere.

Oh, I've looked for that dress
and match that piece of cloth

with every garment in the house.

We can't quit now.

I've got a real plan working.

What plan?

I've stashed a camera down
at the heel's hideaway.

It's rigged so it'll take
pictures of anyone who comes in

or whatever happens.

So what.

I've got pictures, if you
want a layout for "Flick."

No, I'm going to get some more
clicks with Carl and that dame.

Then I'll tell them...
Carl or whoever

it is... that I've got them.

If it was important enough
before to commit murder,

they'll come after
those pictures again.

You're going to make a
decoy duck out of yourself?

He'll come after me
and I'll be all set.

Well, I'm not going to let
you stick your neck out.

Rather let Henry go to jail?

If we can capture
a murderer, "Flick"

ought to be able to borrow
money on that scoop alone.

Well, you're the boss.

They've released a
story on Jack Withers.

Hello.

Oh, oh, yes, yes sir.

Yes, sir.

I'll be right down.

It's Mr. Plumley.

He wants to see us.

Come on.

I don't care what you say, you
can't fire us without notice.

Who pinned this rap on me?

I understand Mr. Pauling
had the perception

to realize you're incompetent.

Oh, he did, did he?

Quite.

Here are your wages to date.

I'm very sorry for your
sake, and the little one.

If you should ever decide
to leave your husband,

we'll be very happy
to have you back.

Well, that should
make you very happy.

You wanted to quit.

Well, at least I got enough
pictures for a layout.

It's not a total loss, Larry.

Larry.

Larry!

The films.

They're gone.

Every single roll.

Every shot we had.

So that's why he had me fired.

You mean, the heel?

Who else?

He finally tumbled to us.

Oh, we're right back
where we started.

No pictures, no
murderer, no nothing.

Start packing.

I'll be right back.

Where you going?

Never mind.

Just wait.

Now Larry, don't
do anything foolish.

"Guests playing bridge."
"Cynthia's gowns."

"The heel and the heiress."

Having fun?

Yes, very much.

Handy little place.

Good for a lot of things.

Burning film.

Cozy little meetings.

I find your small talk as
offensive as your pictures.

I didn't come here to talk.

I've been punched
once today and I'm

not in the mood for another fight.

Now get out.

Thought you could handle me
as easily as Jack Withers, huh.

Withers?

Maybe I haven't any
real evidence yet,

but you can't get away
with it very long.

Oh, by the way.

I brought your press notices.

Operator.

What am I going to tell the staff?

Just like a woman.

The world's cracking up
and she powders her nose.

I'm trying to think.

Will you let me off at
the next corner, please?

What for?

Well, I just thought of
something I have to do.

Oh, you want me to
go up there and break

the bad news all by myself, huh?

It isn't that at all.

Sometimes a girl has
things she has to do.

If you were in trouble, I'd
be with you til the last ditch.

Oh, rats.

If I had known it
was going like this...

Will we lose the magazine?

Probably.

I'll try to pay you
all back somehow.

But Mr. Burke...

You're not going to take the
rap for that money, Henry.

I am.

But Mr. Burke...

I've sent for Mr. Turlock.

I ought to make a clean
breast of the whole thing

and throw myself on his mercy.

There his is.

Let him in, will you, Joe?

Well, well, well.

Must be pretty important
to call me out of the gym.

Well, you see, JB, there's
been a little difficulty.

Oh, trouble already.

Well, no, not exactly that.

What I wanted to tell
you was about that check.

Went through the
bank this morning.

Oh, it did.

Well, that cash was there,
but $2,692 of it was...

Larry!

Oh, Larry.

I was just down at
police headquarters and...

Yes, I know, Pat.

I know.

You were trying to help me.

But it isn't up to the police yet.

It's up to Mr. Turlock.

I was just trying
to explain to him...

What are you talking about?

Yes, what are you talking about?

The check.
I was just trying...

Oh, that!

Well, never mind that now.

Well, what about that check?

Well, you see...

Larry, the Uy-G, the
same one that got Ack-J...

Uy-G, Ack-J?

Look, Pat, I'm in enough
trouble now without...

Ah, Larry, um... Mr. Turlock,
would you please excuse us?

We'll only be a minute, honestly.

Yeah, we'll only be a minute.

Now what's all the devil talk?

I took Carl's gun down to
Lieutenant Hite of ballistics.

Yeah.

He checked it.

It's the same gun
that shot Withers.

Then we've got Carl hooked.

But you let the police in on it.

Oh, no I didn't.

Hite wanted to know
where I got the gun,

but I wouldn't tell him.

I made a deal with him.

He's going to keep quiet for 24
hours, we turn the killer over

and he gets all the credit.

Pat, that's great.

I love you.

Now let's get back out there
and zip this thing up, huh.

Hey, wait a minute.

What about Turlock?

We get a scoop like that,
we can still raise the dough.

Yeah.

Say, how'd you get back in here?

The guard at the back gate didn't

know we'd been sacked, Jake.

Have you see Carl Pauling around?

Well, he was down hear the
lodge a little while ago.

I think I'll go down
and fix him for good.

Don't you think maybe you
ought to have some help, Larry?

Worried?

You go see Cynthia and get
a lot of pictures, huh?

Lots of pictures.

OK.

Patricia.

What are you doing here?

Oh, ah, I forgot
some of my things.

Oh, no, Patricia.

Mr. Pauling told us
about your husband.

Newspaper people, eh?

Now what's he doing?

What's he up to?

Well, he didn't come back with me.

Patricia, we know
your husband's here

and he's up to no good.

Now where your husband?

Well, he went down to the
lodge, Mr. Plumley, just now.

The lodge, eh?

I'll fix that young fellow.

I'll get him off the premises.

You watch her.

Well, I don't mind.

I want to talk to you.

Me?

I mean, ah, I, sir?

Yes.

And whom have I the
honor of addressing?

I'm Boward, chief of
police of this township.

And it's no honor.

Police?

Yeah.

Where do we find...
what's his name?

Pauling.

Carl Pauling.

Yeah, that's right.

He put in a call for us.

Said it was important.

He's down at the lodge.

I was just going down there.

Come on and show us the way.

Very well.

Lawrence!

What have you done?

Huh?

He called me just
before you got here.

Why?

I don't know.

Because you'd been
threatening him, that's why.

That's ridiculous.

Is it?

Where'd you get this gun?

I've told you, it isn't mine.

I didn't shoot him.

Then suppose you tell me who did.

Anybody here could have done it.

It's outrageous.

Are you going to arrest him or
you going to argue all night?

Look, I'm chief of
police of this township.

Now, who are you?

I'm Miss Van Loan's guardian.

All right, then guardian her.

But shut up.

You're not at a board of
directors meeting, dear.

And stop doodling, Riley.

You make me nervous.

You went down there to get him.

We have witnesses.

I just said he said, I'll fix it.

Sure.

I was sore at him.

I even took a poke at him, but
that doesn't mean I killed him.

A lot of people here
had it in for him.

Well, I didn't.

I didn't have nothing
in for nobody.

Why did you have it in for him?

I figured he killed my friend
to get some pictures I took.

Hm.

Must have been some pictures.

They were.

They showed him in
a clinch with a dame

and it wasn't Miss Van Loan.

Who was she?

You couldn't see her face.

Maybe her husband killed
Carl out of jealous.

As a lawyer, I can tell you
that won't stand up in court.

You'll have to do
better than that.

Well, it could be true.

I saw the pictures.

Maybe that's so,
and maybe you used

that picture to blackmail him.

Oh, that's absurd.

Why do you twist
everything against Larry?

Why don't you ask the others where

they were when the
shooting happened?

Don't you tell me how
to run my business.

Where were you when
the shooting happened?

Here's the other one, chief.

Sandy.

I'm terribly sorry about Carl.

This is all so horrifying.

Hey, chief.

Where was he when Carl was killed?

I'll ask the
questions, young lady.

Where were you when
Carl was killed?

You don't think that
I... I was at home.

I left here hours ago.

I didn't know anything about
it until they came for me.

You live down the bay, don't you?

Yes.

Then you must have gone by boat.

You left from the boathouse.

That's close to the lodge.

Well, I did pass the
lodge on the way down,

but I didn't stop there.

I just waited at the
boathouse for my boat.

Huh.

Nobody saw you leave.

You can check with my boatman.

Don't tell me what to do.

I'll check with your boatman.

We'll find out what time you
left the boathouse all right.

In the meantime,
the rest of us have

to sit around here like
a lot of prisoners?

I'm hungry.

I have work to do.

The rest of you can
do as you please,

as long as you stay
on the grounds.

But you, and you we're holding.

Larry, they've really
got you in the middle.

Don't remind me.

I came down here
to catch a murderer

and I end up with a murder rap.

In 21 years of service,
nothing like this

has ever happened in
my household before.

Get me some more coffee.

I won't be able to sleep anyway.

Veronica, Veronica, where are you?

Where's Veronica, do you know?

How should I know?

I didn't do no killing
and you can't keep me here.

I got a date.

Nobody leaves the grounds
and that means you, too.

Well, that's all right
for them without dates.

But if I don't go out with my man,

he'll go out with somebody else.

Tough luck.

Get yourself a man you can trust.

Ain't no such thing.

Oh, Veronica.

May I see you alone, please?

Where did you get that dress?

Oh, you like it?

Oh, it's lovely.

But where did you get it?

I see.

4 o'clock.

Yes, Sullivan, it checks OK.

Round up the boys.

I got our man.

You're in the clear, Evans.

He wasn't killed for at least
an hour after you got home.

Good.

Come on, Burke.

I'm taking you down
and booking you.

OK.

Larry!

Oh, Larry, I found it.

What?

You know, what we've
been looking for.

Well, I found it.

The cook was wearing it.

The cook?

Veronica?

Yes.

You don't mean Carl was...

Oh, no.

It was given to her.

Well, what good's it
going to do us now?

Plenty.

I've got a hunch.

Come on.

Let's not waste anymore time.

Chief, maybe I can
clear this whole thing

up right here tonight.

Just give me 30 minutes.

What have you got up your sleeve?

You can spare 30
minutes, can't you,

to keep from making a bad mistake?

He'll have plenty of
time after he's booked.

Ah, look, Pat, let's not
try to help me out any more.

I'm in enough trouble as it is.

But chief, think of
all the publicity.

Why, we'll run a special
edition on this case

giving you all the credit.

Please, a half an hour?

Our pictures in
"Flick" magazine, huh.

Why sure.

Pages and pages of them.

I'll even make you
the Cop of the Week.

What do you say?

Hmm.

I don't know why I should.

But I will.

Good.

Give me 30 minutes and then bring

everybody down to the lodge.

OK, young lady,
but watch yourself.

Yeah, watch yourself.

This is going to tell us
who the murderer really is.

Larry fixed an automatic trip
to take a picture every time

someone came through that door.

When the film in
this is developed,

we'll know who did it.

Who the last person was to come
through that door after Carl.

Is this on the level?

I'm betting Larry's
life you'll find

someone else's
picture on this film.

Larry.

Did you fix the
light for developing?

Good.

Now the overhead.

In few minutes, the
negative will be developed.

When the emulsion is
fixed, we'll see the film

and get a nice, candid
view of our murderer.

Now the first move is to take
the film out of the camera.

Pat, are you all right?

Yeah.

Who fired that shot?

It came from back there.

Like heck it did.

I saw the flash over there.

Get me out of here.

Just a minute.

I don't know where it came from.

I was watching her.

Well, there's the gun.

Don't touch that.

What are you doing, Pat,
you might have been shot.

Luckily the murderer had good aim.

Well, looks like you'll all
go down to headquarters now.

Take them down there, Bill.

What's the matter?

Don't you want to
see the pictures?

How can we?

You don't think I'd be stupid
enough to risk the real film.

Here's the one that's going to
pay off for us, safe and sound.

Shall we try it again?

Pat, are you sure you
know what you're doing?

The light, please.

Larry, maybe you
better stand over there

and see that no one turns
it on until I'm ready.

After that shot,
we're sure the murderer

is right here in this room.

First you'll see
a picture of Carl.

Then you'll see a picture of a
person that came in after him.

The person who shot him.

There now, just a
few more seconds.

This is intolerable.

I won't...

Shut up.

What's the matter, your
nerves getting a little edgy?

Let's see what we have here.

Ah, yes.

There's Carl and here's...

Stop it.

Charles!

Yes, it's my picture they've got.

Why I never thought he...

You can book him for
two murders, chief.

Two?

Yeah.

Pauling and Jack Withers,
editor of News Views.

You were afraid Withers would
plant that picture of Carl

and the dame, so he went
there and tried to buy it.

Withers wouldn't sell it,
so you kill him to get it.

When I accused Carl of
the murder this afternoon,

he didn't know anything about it.

I thought he was faking.

He knew you'd gotten
the pictures back,

but he didn't know how.

When he read here of Withers
murder, he got scared

and called Chief Boward.

You found out and killed
him to shut him up.

Why would he kill
the magazine editor?

Why, well, well, because of...

Guess I got the killer.

Just came up [INAUDIBLE]
and headed for the bushes.

We've got a killer here.

No, this guy was escaping.

He's the killer, all right.

But he's the murderer.

Then he must be an accomplice.

I had nothing to
do with the murders.

I just kept the books straight.

And when, when Matthews took
Miss Van Loans money, I...

I covered up for it.

But I had nothing to
do with the killing.

Sure.

That's it.

There's your motive, chief.

Matthews is Cynthia's guardian.

He steals her dough and promotes
Carl into a marriage with her

so he can get his
hooks into her estate.

Leaving himself in the clear.

Nothing to it.

Take him away.

Don't tell me what to do.

Take him away.

Sandy.

Will you ever forgive me?

After we've been
married about 15 years,

I'll give it some thought.

Well, Pat, you
certainly put it over.

Thanks.

Let me see that.

Hey.

There's nothing on this.

I know.

You're little gadget didn't work.

It was the first thing I checked.

But... but how?

When Veronica told me that
she got that dress from Mrs.

Johnson, I figured we
had just one chance.

I'd trap Mr. Johnson
into giving himself

away as the jealous murderer.

As it turned out,
it wasn't Johnson.

What do you care?

Your bluff worked.

Oh, sure.

We got the murderer,
all right, but we

still got embezzlement facing you.

Yeah.

Well, before I go
to jail, I'm going

to put out one issue of
"Flick" they'll remember.

"Flick Magazine," please.

May I have a "Flick Magazine?"

"Flick Magazine", please.

"Flick" please.

Come in.

Mr. Burke.

The auditors, Mr.
Darsteen and Mr. Stevens.

How do you do?

How do you do.

Fine day, isn't it.

Beautiful.

Yes, fine.

Are the books ready?

Are they?

Everything in order, we hope.

What should I do?

Do?

Why, let them see
the books, of course.

Let them have fun.

But, ah...

Oh, if there's anything
wrong, we'll find it.

We always do.

I'll be waiting.

All right, gentlemen.

This way.

You couldn't raise it, huh?

This murder story's terrific.

And this gambling house
expose, sensational.

You put some life in the magazine.

This new policy is going
to make you a fortune.

Fortune, huh.

You really think so?

I didn't make $10
million in publishing

without knowing a good thing.

Hmm.

Well, what are you going to do?

No use waiting.

I'm going to tell Turlock.

About the money for the magazine,

Mr. Turlock, I
wanted to tell you...

Oh, that's exactly what I wanted

to tell you about the money.

You mean, you
already know about it?

Oh, yes, of course, but you
mustn't think just because you

had one successful edition,
that you can do anything.

Well, I wouldn't
have done it, only...

Now you're going to
need money, of course.

For expansion, you know.

And I'm willing to give it to you.

Give it to me, huh?

Give it to me?

Yes, for a half interest.

For half interest?

Yeah, what do you say? $20,000?

$20,000?

Make it $25,000 and we'll listen.

$22,500 and not a cent more.

It's a deal.

Ah, that's wonderful.

What about the auditors?

Ah, yes, I guess
I'd better tell him.

Oh, Mr. Turlock,
$2,692 of that money

I originally gave you for
the magazine was yours.

Mine?

Yes.

Henry borrowed it from
the "Flick" cash account.

Of course, I... I told him to.

Hmmm, well.

That puts an entirely
new light on the matter.

But we put the magazine over.

What are you going to do?

Do?

Why, deduct that amount
from the $22,500.

Of course.

Oh, Mr. Turlock,
you're a darling.

Mr. Turlock, you're wonderful.

Hold it.