Double Jeopardy (1955) - full transcript

- Subtitles -
Lu?s Filipe Bernardes

Mr. Baggot.

Oh, good evening, Mrs. Krezi.

I suppose you've saved enough
of your money for your rent?

Rent?

- You promised me last week that...
- Oh, the rent!

- Now look here...
- Have a drink.

Now look, you owe me $85
for two month's back rent.

And if you don't pay it by...

There's only eighty here.

Take it out of that.



And you might as well pay me next
month's rent in advance.

I might, but I ain't gonna do it.

Marge.

Marge!

I told you he wasn't home yet.

Jeff.

Would you like to come up
for a little while?

What for?

That's what for.

Better not, baby.
What if he staggers in?

Tomorrow?

We'll see about tomorrow.

- Jeff, what about tomorrow?
- Okay, Marge, okay.

- I'll come by at 8 o'clock.
- All right.



I told you to stay away from
that chap Calder.

Takes a big man to beat up his wife.

I'll do worse than that to you,
to both of you!

You won't touch me again! Ever!

Where do you think you're going,
some fancy hotel maybe?

A park bench would be better
than this creepy joint.

Park bench, huh?

Better look out for those stumblebums.

I've been watching out for one
ever since I married you.

Where are you going, Marge?

Well, like you said.
To some fancy hotel.

But you can't walk out on me.

Look, I'm not walking, Sam,
I'm running.

But you can't, Marge, you can't!

Sam, please, look, I'm up to here, see?

What with Mrs. Krezi always
needling for with the rent?

- I paid the rent.
- Yeah, yeah.

You always have money
for whiskey.

Well, what about me?

Look, I haven't had anything decent
since I don't know when.

All the promises you made me.
I haven't had anything nice, I...

Five hundred?

Well, not quite, I had to give
Mrs. Krezi her eighty-five.

That's all of it?

Well, there were a few little
things I had to buy.

Yeah... Yeah, I know.

Sam.

- Sam, where did you get it?
- Same man.

Yeah, same man, same place,
same amount.

What man, Sam?

A friend of mine.

Don't you think a wife should meet
her husband's friends?

Don't you think a man should meet
his wife's friends?

How about a nightcap, Marge, huh?

Yeah, sure. Thank you.

Just you and me, honey, huh?

Just you and me.

To Marge and Sam,
for better or for worse.

Better not get any worse.

What did you say, Marge?

Uh... for better or for worse.

Good morning, Mr. Hill.
- Good morning, Miss Hunter.

- Are they in?
- Yes, sir. Your office called.

Oh.

Well, I'm away as it is. I'll take
care of it later, thanks.

Hi, Mark.

Sorry, Mr. Devery, I was held up in court.

Okay. Meet Mr. Sheldon.

- Mr. Sheldon, Mr. Hill.
- Pleasure, Mr. Sheldon.

I feel I already know you, Mr. Hill, I've
been reading about you in the newspapers.

It's wonderful.

A man's convicted of murder, you offer
your services and prove him innocent.

It's quite a hobby with Mark.

Hobbies, don't pay very well. That's why
I handle Mr. Devery's legal affairs.

Did you explain the project
to Mr. Sheldon?

There, you see?

He just admitted that I pay him and now
he wants me to do his work for him.

No, I didn't, Mark.
You go ahead and carry on.

Well, it's something like this,
Mr. Sheldon.

This enterprise will be developed
in a forty-acre tract...

...that Mr. Devery owns outright.

Now, besides these 260 houses,

the plans call for construction
of a supermarket,

recreation center, a gas station
and a drugstore.

Now, the project including paving, sewers,
landscaping, and contingencies...

...will cost $2,300,000,00.

Mr. Devery will put up his land
and $290.000,00.

We'll require $40,000.00 from
your syndicate.

The bank will put up the rest
at 5% during construction.

With government approval, Mr. Devery,

you can get a bank loan at 4%,
I can't see why you won't do that.

Our lots are only 50 ft wide...

...and the government support
requires 60 ft frontages.

Wouldn't it be worth adding
to the frontage in order to...

Excuse me.

Yes, what is it?

Mr. Devery, I just wanted to remind you
of your 4 o'clock doctor's appointment.

Okay, thank you.

I'm sorry, I have to run. I have a doctor's
appointment I'd forgotten about.

Mr. Sheldon, if your syndicate
decides to invest in Emmettville,

I'd be more than happy to have you.

But this is a sort of a pet project of mine
and I'd like to do it my own way.

Mark, you explain any further details
that Mr. Sheldon would like to know.

- You'll excuse me, I'm sure.
- Certainly.

Well, Mr. Sheldon, we've put in a lot
of thought on this project

From an investment standpoint it seems
like it's pretty sound to us.

Miss Hunter, if anyone calls, I'll be out
for the rest of the day.

- Yes, sir. Oh, Mr. Devery.
- Yes?

I wanted to remind you,
today is the 15th.

15th?

Yes, thank you very much.

Well, Mark, I feel sure the bank
will approve of this project.

They always have... Ah!

Here we are.

- An olive, Mark?
- Yes, thanks.

Thank you, Frank.

There we are.

Cheers.

I know you never seek
government support.

But they do guarantee higher mortgage
loans at a lower interest rate...

...once they approve a housing project.

Do you have any particular
reason, Mr. Devery?

You're my lawyer, Mark, because I like
the way you answer questions.

Just answer them, don't ask them.

Hello, darling.

Hope I didn't keep you
waiting too long.

Well, I'd say it was worth
waiting for.

- Well, thank you, Mark!
- Martini, Barbara?

No, thanks, I'm famished.
Are you two ready?

I'm afraid I won't be able to join
you and Mark tonight, dear.

- Oh, Dad.
- You two go ahead.

I have to wait for an important
telephone call.

- Enjoy your dinner, dear.
- We will.

- We wish you were coming along, though.
- No, not tonight.

Anyway, I know you two
want to be alone.

Good night, Mr. Devery.

I'll probably still be up
when you get back.

- Hello?
- Emmett? This is Sam.

Yes, I didn't think you'd forget.

- All right, I'll meet you at the usual place.
- I can't.

Meet me at Mike's Bar.

Right at the corner of 3rd
and Ashwood, you can't miss it.

Mark, how's Dad's new project
coming along?

Emmettville is a man's monument to himself.

Why not, he's a self-made man.

Yeah, and he's making his daughter
so independently wealthy...

...she'll never want to get married.

Oh, Mark, that's not true.

Then why don't you set a date?

Well, this way I'm sure
of your devotion.

After we're married I'm not so sure.

Mark, isn't that Dad's car?

That was his car.

No, it was the wrong year,
wrong model.

You wouldn't make a very good witness.

When are you going to stop
acting like a lawyer?

When you start acting like Mrs. Hill.

Why, Mr. Hill.

Well, fancy meeting you here.

- Sam.
- Sit down, have a drink.

No.

What's the matter, can't you
afford it, Emmett?

Come on, I'll buy it for you.

Waiter.

Give me another double.

Bourbon and ginger ale.

Got a cigarette?

Got a light?

Got anything else?

You needn't count it. It's the usual.

- Five hundred?
- Didn't I say it's the usual?

And I hope you don't spend
it all on whiskey.

Whiskey makes me forget.

You know, it isn't easy, Emmett.

A man goes to jail loses his
self-respect.

You'd be better off if I didn't give you
that five hundred every month.

- What do you mean?
- You have to go to work.

Maybe you'd get your self-respect back.

But you can't do that.

Why not?

You want people to know who I really am?
Why I went to jail?

I don't like being threatened.
And this is my last warning.

What are you going to do?

You figure it out.

I'm getting out of here.

But, Emmett!

Hey, what about your drink?

Hey, Emmett.

What's the idea of leaving,
you ain't sore are you?

You talk too much!

Hey, Emmett, you got me wrong.

Emmett!

Wait a minute, you ain't sore,
are you?

No, I don't know when I enjoyed
myself so much, seeing you again.

Being stimulated by your
brilliant conversation.

Oh, Emmett, will I see you
next month?

Sure, call me up at the house.

- That is, if you still got a dime left.
- Thanks.

Oh, Emmett.
How about a ride?

- What happened to your car?
- Cranked up.

That's the reason I couldn't meet
you in the canyon tonight.

Take a bus.

You mean you wouldn't give me
a lift to town?

No, I wouldn't.

- Hello, Barbara.
- Hi, Daddy.

- Enjoy your dinner, Mark?
- Yes, very much. We went to Chinatown.

- Too late for some coffee?
- Never keeps me awake.

I know nothing ever keeps
you awake, Dad.

Be right back.

- Did your call come through?
- My what?

Oh, the telephone call, yes.

- It came right after you left.
- Sorry I didn't wait for you.

Wonderful that Chinese food.

Did you eat at home?

Er, yes... Frank broiled me some chops.

We saw a Rolls-Royce in the freeway,
it looked just like yours.

Well, there must be a half a dozen
of them in Los Angeles.

That's what I told Barbara.

Mr. Devery, is there something
you want to tell me?

What, for instance?

Well, I am your lawyer. And I will be
your son-in-law one of these days.

I'm satisfied on both counts, Mark.

Now, if there something you
wanted to tell me.

Well, here we are.

- Would you like a sandwich, Dad?
- No, thanks.

Frank told me you didn't
have any dinner.

Oh, I, um... I picked up a bite
when I was out to get the paper.

Cream and sugar, Mark?

Mark.

- What?
- Cream and sugar?

No, just black, thanks.

Well, you might join the party.

Sorry.

It makes life interesting, Dad.

Thanks.

You never know what a man
has on his mind.

Set it back to $2,700.

Hey, you're here early.

Marge, what's the matter,
is something wrong?

Worse than that.
We had it again last night.

Oh, that drunken bum.

He's crazy jealous. He watches
everything I do.

Well, then, this one over here
is a little bit cheaper.

Come on, get in here.

Jeff, you simply got to get me
away from that man.

Honey, please!

Look, Marge, he's your husband,
Why did you marry him in the first place?

Well, not for love, if that's
what you mean.

He had a little money,
ten thousand dollars.

That didn't last very long.

Jeff, you've got to take me away.

But on what, honey?

Well, maybe this will help, huh?

That's chicken feed, honey.

We wouldn't get very far on that.

Unless...

Unless what?

Unless maybe you could
get some more.

Then we could really go places.

Mexico. Nobody'd ever find
us down there.

- Would you like that?
- I'd love it.

You know, maybe I could put
the pressure on Sam.

He goes crazy, Jeff.

All I have to do is threaten
to leave him.

Jeff.

What if I do get the money?

Hm?

Hey, when you're through with this
customer, there's another up front.

Good morning, Mr. Hill.

Good morning, Miss Hunter.
Is Mr. Devery in yet?

No, he had a bank meeting
and won't be in until eleven.

Mr. Sheldon is here with
another man.

- Another man?
- He didn't say who he was.

Thanks.

- Good morning, gentlemen.
- Hello, Mark, this is Mr. Ross.

- Hello.
- Mr. Hill.

- Mr. Ross is a government appraiser.
- Oh.

I've just been showing him
Mr. Devery's plans for Emmettville.

Because of the number of houses
on the property,

plus the four commercial buildings,

the government considers its
loan value a good security...

...without changing the size of the lots.

That ought to make Mr. Devery happy,
he gets what he wants, we get what we want.

Sounds reasonable.

Sure these plans will be approved
the way they stand?

- Oh, positively.
- Well, what about it?

That's still up to Mr. Devery.

Emmettville, you know, is his baby.

- Well, where have you been?
- Shopping.

Wonder why you didn't make me
some coffee before you left.

Well, I was fresh out. Besides,
I didn't think you'd be up this early.

How do you feel, Sam?

I got a sledgehammer in my head.

Oh, I'm sorry honey.

Look, come on, sit down over here.

Let's try and fix it up for you, huh?

That's it.

There we are.

- Sam.
- Hm?

Which do you like best, Arizona
or San Francisco?

That's a funny question.

Oh, I just thought we could
go away to live.

I mean, get out of this place.

Be good for both of us.

What's the matter, have a fight
with your boyfriend?

I'm sorry, Marge.

Maybe it would be better if we
got out of this hole.

Sam, if we're going to start all over again,
we'll have to have a little nest egg.

That's all gone.
Been gone for years.

Well, get another one.

What do you expect me to do,
rob a bank?

Oh, look, you've got friends.
Well, you've got one.

- I couldn't ask him.
- Why, sure you can.

For the same reason he pays you
$500 a month year in and year out.

Oh, look, he paid us $10,000
when we first got married, didn't he?

All right, he'll pay us another $10,000
when we go on our second honeymoon.

Come on, Sam, please.

Marge, you don't know what
you're asking.

I'm asking the man I married,
the man I love.

To give me an even break,
that's all.

I can't, Marge, I can't.

Alright, Sam, maybe it's
better this way.

I'll go away someplace by myself.

Don't worry about me, I'll be all right.

- But, Marge...
- Look, I'll be okay.

You get $500 a month, right?

- That'll take care of you.
- Marge...

Sam, please, I don't want to fight
anymore, that's all.

It's just that... well, I just can't stand
this kind of life anymore.

Always owing for the rent,
for food, for clothes.

Arguing when we don't have
any money and...

...and then when we do,
you drink it up in whiskey.

And then we start fighting
all over again.

You got no job, I got no privacy.

No, Sam, I... Look, I married you
and I love you but...

But this is just too much, that's all.

Marge.

I'd do anything for you, Marge.

And that way. Mr. Devery, everyone
concerned should be satisfied.

Devery enterprises, Mr. Sheldon,
are not in business to satisfy people.

It's the concern whose chief
undertaking is the development...

...from financing through sales
of housing projects.

Furthermore, I prefer bank loans
to government loans because...

...less red tape. And also I find that...

Excuse me.

- Yes?
- There's a call for you, Mr. Devery.

I thought I told you I didn't want
to be disturbed.

It seems to be very important.

I'll take it out there.

Excuse me, gentlemen,
I'll be right back.

He said it was urgent,
and that you'd know who he was.

Yes?

Just a minute. Miss Hunter, do you mind
stepping out for a moment, please?

I told you never to call me
at the office.

What?

But this is ridiculous.

If you think I'm going to give you
another $10,000, you're crazy.

You heard me, Emmett,
I want $10,000 today.

Sam, I'm not going to talk
about it now.

- And besides, I...
- But I can't wait.

Where?

In the canyon.

Yeah, I know, the usual place.

Yeah, when?
Eight o'clock, okay.

Sam, be sure you come alone.

Do you understand?

You know there are definite advantages
to government backing.

Might be worthwhile to reconsider.

Look, Mark, I just got through explaining
why I prefer to deal with banks.

Why not let it rest there?

- Hello, Barbara.
- Hello, Mark.

Why, Miss Hunter,
how you've changed.

Don't tell me it's noon already.

Just about, Dad, Palm Springs
is waiting.

- I'm afraid I can't go.
- Not at all?

An out-of-town plan just phoned
and I've got to meet him tonight.

But there's no reason why you
and Mark can't go.

- Without you?
- Well...

I'll fly down later tonight.

Mark, you and Barbara go ahead. I'll take
Mr. Sheldon and his friend out to lunch.

- See you later, kid.
- Don't disappoint us, Dad.

It's a promise.

Miss Hunter, will you call my office
and tell them we've left.

Yes, sir.

Come on, Barbara, we'll have lunch
on the way down.

You know...

I can't seem to pin Dad down
on anything these days.

Like father like daughter.

Can I help you, lady?

When you're through with this customer,
there's another one out front.

Well, happy Jeff Calder.

- The boss went to the races.
- That figures.

Jeff...

Jeff, I think it's going to work.

- Sam's going to get the money.
- Yeah?

- Who from?
- Oh, Sam's too cagy for that.

He promised to meet a man
in the canyon at 8 o'clock tonight.

Look, my car is still in the shop,
so he'll have to borrow one.

What for, so he can skip out?

No, to meet the man in some
canyon, I don't know.

It's all I could pick up.

- Jeff, let me use your car, hm?
- For him?

- Hm-hmm.
- That's all he needs, to see my car.

He's never seen me in it.

Well, how do you expect him
to get up there without a car?

Walk?

Wait a minute, Marge.

What happens if he does get that dough?

Well, honey, what do you think?

Okay, come on, take this one.

Be sure to tell him you borrowed it
from a friend, a girlfriend.

Jeff, how's your Spanish, huh?

With all that dough, who has to talk?

- Hello, Emmett.
- Sam.

Hope you're not sore because
I called you at the office.

On the contrary, I'm glad you called.

You glad?
Well, I won't bother you any longer.

That's for sure.

- Did you bring the money?
- No, I didn't.

- But you promised.
- I promised to meet you, that was all.

And that is all.

I don't understand.

If there weren't so many cobwebs
in that gin-soaked brain of yours,

there'd be a lot of things
you understood.

For instance, how I've dreaded
meeting you here every month.

$500 is chicken feed to you.

It isn't money.

It's just the idea that sometime you'd drink
too much and then maybe you'd talk too much.

Ever since you got out of prison
you've been a hazard to me.

First it was $10,000.

That's where I made my
biggest mistake.

And then 500 every month.

Then I was in to far to... to quit.

And now it's another ten thousand.

What's it going to be next, Sam?

I'll tell you.

Nothing.

I'm tired of being afraid.

I'm going to stop worrying.

I've had it, Sam.

Yes, I've had it, and so have you.

Now you listen to me for
a while, Emmett.

Maybe I have got a big mouth,
but I've got a bigger memory.

What happens if I tell your daughter
about you and me?

I'll save you the trouble, Sam.

I'll tell Barbara myself.

She's bound to find it out
sooner or later.

Better if she hears it from me.

But, Emmett, how about $5,000.
Marge will settle for that.

Not a nickel, I've made up my mind.

But you said you weren't sore.

- I'm not, Sam, not anymore.
- But...

Do you mind if I call you at home?

Not at all, any time.
- No, I mean...

...on the 15th, you know, about
the 500.

What 500?

Hey, Sam!

What are you doing here, Calder?

Three guesses.

Oh, I get it. Marge sent you.

What do you know.

That's it, you and Marge.

- Where's the money, Baggot?
- What money?

Now don't give me any trouble, Baggot.

So Marge was going away
with you, huh?

Well you won't get a penny,
either one of you.

- Ten thousand dollars, all of it!
- He didn't give me any money!

Oh, no? I'll take the dough,
you can have Marge.

Hello?
Oh, Jeff.

No. No, he hasn't yet.

Look, I tried to call you
a little while ago.

Yeah, I was out with a customer, baby.
Demonstrating a car.

Well, you know him. The first thing
he's gonna do is stop for a drink.

No, there's nothing to worry
about, Marge.

He'll get the dough. Just give me a buzz
as soon as he gets back, huh?

Okay, bye.

- How bad. Lieutenant?
- You never know, he's still in the car.

And we had to break all speed
records getting here?

As soon as you get through with
those tyre tracks...

...you'd better dust off the car
for fingerprints.

Hey, Lieutenant.

See if there's any ID on him.

Sam Baggot.

He's all yours, boys.

Drive carefully. The life you
save won't be his.

- What do you think, Lieutenant?
- He didn't skid off.

It's too far from the road.

- Pushed, maybe?
- Who knows?

I want two rundowns on this.
One on the man, one on the car.

Have a lab test for alcoholic content.
And look for bruises and wounds.

Okay, Lieutenant.

Mark, the other night you thought
there was something bothering me.

Yes, Mr. Devery, you did seem
to have something troubling you.

- Well, it wasn't any trouble...
- Good morning, Dad!

- Mark.
- Hi, Barbara.

I brought along the paper.
Here you are.

- And for you, Dad, the stock market.
- Thanks, dear.

Well, look at this.

Foul play is suspected as man is killed
in plunge off canyon.

I thought that would appeal to you.

Always the criminal lawyer.

Mystery surrounds the death
of Samuel Baggot, 52,

of the Rex Apartments in Los Angeles...

following the discovery of his
battered body...

...in a stolen car off Mulholland Drive
early this morning.

Mark, tell me, why are the police
always so suspicious?

Well, it's part of their job,
they investigate every action...

...in case it was premeditated.

- You mean murder?
- Yes, listen to this.

Stolen car, empty wallet,
it has all the earmarks.

As you say, it's probably nothing.

Well, I guess I'll go up and change.

- Weren't we going to take that swim now, Dad?
- Yep!

There was something you were
going to tell me earlier.

Oh, it was nothing. Nothing important.

Be right down.

You know, Mark, I don't understand
Dad lately.

He can't seem to relax.

I'm glad we got away for the weekend.

Yeah, so am I.

Who is it?

Lieutenant Freid.

Just a minute.

I'm sorry to bother you again,
Mrs. Baggot but, um...

- Even on Sunday?
- Yes, ma'am, even on Sunday.

Come on in.

Oh... do you mind if I sit down?

I don't care what you do.

Mrs. Baggot, what was your husband
sent to prison for?

Huh?

I said what was your husband
sent to jail for?

Sam?

- Are you sure?
- A routine check of his fingerprints...

...brought a preliminary report
from Washington.

Samuel Baggot served five years
of a seven-year term...

...in the Eastern Penitentiary
in Philadelphia.

Well.

You didn't know about it, huh?

What did he do?

I ask you because I don't know.

However, we'll have a full report
later on this afternoon.

- I wonder if...
- If what, Mrs. Baggot?

- If that man that had the money...
- What man?

I don't know what man. Somebody gave
him $500 every month.

Say, you didn't happen to find
any money on him, did you?

You're sure broken up about your husband,
aren't you Mrs. Baggot?

What's the matter, didn't he leave
you any insurance?

Sam should pay for insurance when
he could buy whiskey instead?

This man that you mentioned,
are you sure there is such a person?

Sure I'm sure. Sam had an appointment
with him Friday evening.

Why didn't you tell me this yesterday?

Well, why didn't you ask me?

Goodbye, Lieutenant.

This won't take a minute. I'll have
the luggage out in no time.

Coming in, aren't you, Mark?

It's a little late.

Oh, please, Mark, just for a little while.

- What can I say?
- Say yes.

- Yes.
- Good, Frank will get the bags.

- Good evening, Mr. Devery.
- Hello, Frank, everything all right?

- Two men are waiting to see you.
- So late?

Police officers, Mr. Devery,
they are in the study.

Sorry, Mark, see you in the morning.

Good night.

Good evening, gentlemen.

- Mr. Devery?
- Yes, I'm Mr. Devery.

I'm Lieutenant Freid, homicide.

- This is Mr. McNulty.
- Good evening.

- Mr. Devery.
- Hello, Lieutenant.

- Oh, hello, Mark.
- This is Miss Devery.

- How do you do?
- Hello.

- What's on your mind, Lieutenant?
- Oh, nothing much.

I noticed a Bentley-Rolls in your
garage, Mr. Devery.

What's the matter, Lieutenant,
did I go through a red light?

When did you go to Palm Springs,
Mr. Devery?

If you'll tell us what this all about, perhaps
you can save a lot of the questions.

All right, it's about a man who was killed
off of Mulholland Drive.

There were tyre tracks from
a Bentley-Rolls on the lot.

They have a special tread, you know.

There are quite a few Bentley-Rolls
in Los Angeles, Lieutenant.

Mr. Devery, do you know a man
by the name of Samuel Baggot?

- No, I can't say that I do.
- You should, Mr. Devery.

The police report says that Mr. Baggot
was a business partner of yours.

Twenty years ago, before you
changed your name.

Oh, that Samuel Baggot.

Yes, sir, that Samuel Baggot.

He served a prison term for
absconding with funds.

And who met a man Friday night
driving a Bentley-Rolls...

...on a lot off of Mulholland Drive.

All right, Lieutenant,

I did meet Mr. Baggot in the canyon
Friday night.

- To stop him from blackmailing you?
- Don't answer that, Mr. Devery.

No more questions, please, Lieutenant.

I have nothing to hide, Mark,
not anymore.

Barbara, I've been trying
to keep this from you, I...

I should have told you a long time ago.

Yes, Dad.

Twenty years ago, the company
was called Baggot and Tomlin.

That was me, Emmett Tomlin.

We raised a half a million dollars to build
a suburban apartment in Philadelphia.

But before the building was even started,
most of the money was gone.

- Stolen?
- Yes.

Baggot and I were indicted.

Finally Baggot confessed his guilt.

When he was released from prison
I gave him $10,000.

You see, Mark, that's why I didn't
want government financing.

They would have investigated my past.

But Mr. Devery, it wasn't your fault.

I know, but...

By the time Sam got out,
I was doing pretty well.

I had a lot of big plans, and any talk
from Sam would have been ruinous.

I felt it was worth anything
to keep Baggot quiet.

Anything, Mr. Devery?

I didn't kill Sam Baggot,
if that's what you mean.

But you do admit meeting him
on Friday night.

Yes, he demanded another $10,000.

I purposely agreed to meet him
and tell him once and for all...

...I didn't intend to give him
any more money.

Then he was blackmailing you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Devery, but I'm going
to have to take you downtown.

- On what charge?
- Suspicion of murder.

But my father told you
he didn't kill that man.

I'm a cop, Miss Devery, he'll have
to convince a jury, not me.

Lieutenant Freid.

Oh, hello, Mark, Miss Devery.

- We just came from Superior Court.
- I got the word.

I'm sorry about your father,
Miss Devery.

The mere fact that he was being blackmailed
should help him in his plea.

It's all very stupid. He's not guilty.

Well, he was there...
and he certainly had a motive.

I guess the best way we can help him is to
find the real murderer, if there is one.

I wish I could be more helpful, Mark.

Maybe you can. That car Baggot was
killed in. Stolen, wasn't it?

- That's right.
- Where from?

Are you trying to play
detective, Mark?

Well, somebody'd better.

Okay. Happy Harry's used-car lot.
It's on Ramona.

Now, is there anything else
you want to know?

Yes, who killed Mr. Baggot.

Come on, Margaret.
See you, Lieutenant.

Sure, anytime.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Are you Happy Harry?
- That's right, you came to the right place.

You were looking for something flashy?

I got a nice '53 convertible here,
yellow with a black top.

If you don't mind, I'm just looking
for some information.

Information? You're from
the insurance company?

All this yacking about a stolen car.

No, I'm not an insurance man.

Do you recognize that man
on the right?

Are you a detective?

No, I'm not.

Did you ever see him?

Well, just this picture.

I never knew she was
a married dame.

- Mrs. Baggot?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Comes around here plenty.

Oh, so she didn't tell you she
had a husband.

Now look, mister, you're not a cop and
you're not from the insurance company.

I don't know what your business is,
but mine's used cars.

You folks just take your time. If you see
anything you like, I'll be right in the office.

- Mister?
- Yeah, anything I can do for you?

I'm not sure. You know Mr. Baggot,
the man on the right there?

No, I've never seen him before.

How about Mrs. Baggot?

- What about her?
- Well, have you ever seen her before?

Uh-uh.

Your boss said that she hangs
around here quite a bit.

Yes, and another thing I said is
that this is a used-car lot.

We've got customers to take care of.

Jeff, why don't you knock off
for lunch?

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Thanks, Harry.

Are you happy, Harry?

Hello.
Oh, Jeff, baby.

- How are you?
- Listen, Marge.

There's been some strange guy
around here asking questions.

Now, if the insurance company finds out
that I gave you that station wagon,

- they're gonna...
- Don't worry, honey.

Look, if anybody comes around here...

Just a minute.

Somebody's at the door, Jeff.

Yeah... when am I going
to see you, baby?

Coming.

Bye, Jeff.
Yeah, yeah, I will.

Okay.

- Yes?
- Mrs. Baggot?

- Look, if you're another reporter...
- I'm not, I'm an attorney.

Mr. Devery's attorney.

Well, he's where he belongs, in jail.

That's a matter of opinion.

Yeah. Mine, the police and
the newspapers'.

Look, I didn't come here to argue
with you, Mrs. Boggat,

I need some help.

Oh, I'll just bet you do.

Look, if you think you can buy me off like
old man Devery did with my husband,

you're just barking up the wrong tree.

Oh, get lost for yourself!

- Are you the manager here?
- The owner.

Strangers traipsing up and down,
up and down...

...giving my place a reputation.

I know I shouldn't be bothering people
when they're in morning, but...

Her in morning?

I'm surprised she let her husband's
body get cold...

...before she started with that
boyfriend of hers again.

- A steady boyfriend?
- Yeah, and her a married woman.

Even if her husband was a
no-good drunk.

This friend of Mrs. Baggot's,

was he sort of pudgy, middle-aged,
sour disposition?

No, he was sort of dapper,
in his thirties.

I think he sold cars. I haven't seen him
around since the old man got killed.

- I'm not surprised.
- Neither am I.

I used to hear them talk.

And the things they used to say.

You heard them talk? How was that?

Well, you see, their apartment
is right up over mine.

But I tell you, Mark, I didn't
give him the money.

Well, let's look at it this way,
Mr. Devery.

If you had gone there with the intention
of giving Baggot the money,

then you certainly wouldn't have
contemplated killing him.

Of course not.

On the other hand, if you didn't
take the money there,

then you could have had something
else on your mind.

You talk as though you believe
Father's guilty.

No, Barbara, I'm just considering
motivation.

It's that word "if".

If you had given him the $10,000,

then somebody else could have
killed him for the money.

Mark, I just got through telling you
I didn't give him the $10,000.

Well, suppose, just for the sake
of argument, we say you did.

All right, so I gave Sam Baggot
the $10,000.

Now what?

If you'll just put that
in writing, I think maybe...

Sorry, your time's up.

All right, Mark.

He's waiting for you, Lieutenant.

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you
were someone else.

- Is Lieutenant Freid in?
- Yes, sir, whom shall I...

- Hello, Mark.
- Hello, Lieutenant.

Excuse me a minute.
Miss Webster,

Take those over to Mack's office and see
that he checks them out right away, please?

Yes, sir.

- Have something, Mark?
- Yeah.

I have a hunch Mrs. Baggot isn't
telling everything she knows.

I've already questioned her.
Twice, as a matter of fact.

I think we can tie her in to
that stolen car.

You know as well as I do, Mark.

What counts isn't how Baggot
got to the canyon.

It's what happened to him
after he got there.

Facts, my friend, facts,
not hunches.

Will you help me to get the facts,
Lieutenant? The real facts.

Look, Mark. I know this is more than
a lawyer client relationship.

But don't go overboard.

- Oh, there's something else.
- Yeah?

Stop playing detective.
It's strictly for professionals.

- And sometimes the game gets rough.
- Thanks, I'll try to remember that.

- Good evening.
- Hello.

Look, mister, whatever you're selling,
I'm not in the market.

I'm not selling, I'm giving.

Ten thousand dollars.

- What's the gimmick?
- A statement from Mr. Devery.

That's worth a lot to both of us.

- Do you want to talk inside?
- No.

Even if the old man did
shell out the money,

it doesn't change anything.

My husband's dead and Devery's in jail.

That's true, but where's the money?

- Somebody's got it.
- Not me!

No, you had no reason to kill your husband
for something that was already yours.

As a matter of fact,
for what still is rightfully yours.

Mine, the ten thousand dollars?

That's right, Mrs. Baggot.

- You're his widow and whatever he left...
- Which is nothing.

Whatever he left, including the $10,000 given
to him by Mr. Devery is legally yours.

Now think hard, Mrs. Baggot.

Did anyone know what your husband
was up to Friday night?

You, um... you're sure about
the money?

Don't take my word for it.

Look, mister, first Devery said
he didn't pay off, then he said he did.

If you ask me, I think he was just trying
to shove the blame on somebody else.

Hello? Happy Harry's used-car lot.

Look, could I speak to
Mr. Jeff Calder, please.

Oh, thank you, I'll wait.

Hello, Jeff? Marge.

Are you crazy calling me here?

Crazy nothing. Look, I just found out
Mr. Devery gave Sam that money.

Don't "huh" me. You were the only one
I told about that meeting in the canyon.

Marge, not on the phone.
Look, I'll come over later.

Never mind, I'll come over there
myself, right now.

Mark, did you hear that?

- Yeah, every word.
- She admitted it.

- Admitted what?
- That they knew about Dad and Mr. Baggot.

That's not much of a lead,
but it's something to go on.

- Has she gone?
- Yes.

Thank you very much for
your help, Mrs. Krezi.

I told you she was no good.
Whatever she gets serves her right.

Come on, Marge.

Serves them both right.

- Where were they going?
- And who are you?

- Police.
- Hm.

- Where were they going?
- Well, I don't know,

I think they said they were going to follow
that Mrs. Baggot over to some used-car lot.

Thanks.

Jeff, what's the idea of parking
way back here?

I didn't want anybody to
see us together.

Look, Marge, Devery didn't pay off,
you know that?

But he did. I saw his confession.

- You saw it?
- Yeah, his lawyer showed it to me.

No wonder. Now look honey,
this is a trick.

That lawyer has a hunch about you
and me and he's trying to get you to talk.

Devery didn't part with a penny.

- That's your story.
- And it's Sam's too.

- Look, Marge, Sam told me...
- Then you were there!

Of course I was there. I had to make sure
he didn't skip out with the car, didn't I?

Well, then you...

- Then you killed Sam.
- Oh, come on now, baby.

You know I wouldn't do a thing
like that, why should I?

Now, look that was an accident.
I was lucky I didn't go over with him.

Are you sure you weren't trying
to double-cross me?

Hm?

- Me?
- Yeah.

Now that's a fine way to talk after I took
such a big chance, and what for?

For you, Marge.

I wanted you to have that money.

Then you do have the money.

Sure, baby, I've got the money.

Why didn't you say so
in the first place?

And let you flash all that dough
around so the cops would get wise?

Listen, angel, I've got your best
interests at heart.

You know me.

Okay.

You want a cigarette, honey?

No, thanks, Jeff.

Mark, they're cutting over
to Mulholland Drive.

Yeah.

- Jeff, can't we do this tomorrow?
- Now, don't worry, honey.

I'm gonna dig up that money
and we'll be off to Mexico.

I still have to pack.

What about your job?

Happy Harry can drop dead.

As far as packing is concerned, that'll
only take a few minutes, won't it?

Jeff, why the hurry?

I mean, maybe the police will want
to ask some more questions.

Sure they will. But they're going
to ask Devery, not us.

He's really going to make
a good patsy.

You're gonna love Mexico.

If we could only catch them
with the money.

Forget it, Barbara, there isn't
any money.

Then why are they going up there?

Your guess is as good as mine.

- Is this the place?
- Yep.

Come on, slide out.

- I'll wait here, Jeff.
- Ah, come on.

- Honey, come on!
- But I...

It's right over here, I'll show you.

But Jeff, I can't understand if...

How can you dig up the money
if you don't...

There isn't any money, Marge.

But Jeff, you said fifteen minutes ago
that there was.

That was for one reason.

So there wouldn't be any argument
where everybody could hear you.

But Jeff, I... I...

You're not very smart, though.

Bothering me where I work,
calling me on the phone,

blabbing about me and Sam.

What for, Marge?

Well, for the $10,000, honey,
for you and me.

But I just told you, there isn't
any money.

- But Jeff...
- Shut up!

Listen, don't try and shut me up,
Jeff Calder!

Not like you did my husband.

Either you give me that money, or I...

You'll what? Tell the police?

Just like Sam, always arguing.
That's why he got killed.

That's funny. They must have taken
one of these side roads.

- So you double-crossed me, huh?
- No, Jeff, no, I didn't...

Come on with me, come on!

- No, I didn't do anything, please!
- Come on!

But I didn't kill him! It was an accident,
honest it was an accident!

Take him away, Mack.

But I didn't kill him, I told you
I didn't kill him.

Come, Mrs. Baggot, you'd better
come along too.

- Mark?
- Yeah, I'm all right.

Now, Miss Devery, there can be
no doubt about your father.

And remember what I said, Mark.

Stop playing detective.
It's strictly for professionals.

I'm glad you take care
of the amateurs.

We always will when the game's
for keeps.

But there better not be a next time.

There won't be a next time, Lieutenant.

Will there, Mark?

Well, you heard what the lady said.

There won't be a next time.

Did he say amateurs?

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Lu?s Filipe Bernardes