I Love Trouble (1948) - full transcript

Subtitles: Lu?s Filipe Bernardes

I'd like to know the reason why
you're following me.

Would I need a reason?

You know, I'm beginning to think
I might possibly...

...have been mistaken about you.

Perhaps it's your leer,
it looks so genuine.

It is.

Yes, I can see it is.

Well, you'll have to excuse me.

I'm going in here and try
to lose you.

Brace yourself.



- Johnston?
- Does Mr. Johnston have a purple face?

You're a bit early, Bailey.

- Am I?
- I haven't quite made up my mind.

About what, Mr. Johnston?

Whether to break your neck
or merely to fire you.

Well, take lots of time.

You're paying for it.

My wife just called me.
What's the idea of following her?

- That's what she wanted to know.
- Your instructions were clear.

Go to Portland where she's
lived all her life.

She's frightened enough now without
having private dicks trailing her around.

Frightened... why?

Another one came yesterday.

Only this time it was addressed
to Jane, and she read it.



I figure she was frightened because when
she read it she laughed gaily?

- That's right, she did.
- Hm-hmm.

And then she pointed out that being
as you're a State Planning Commissioner,

...and chairman of the Civic Council,

something of a public figure,
that it was just a crank note?

That's right.
And I believe her,

because she pointed out
something else too.

A lot of my old friends resent Jane.

She's very withdrawn, doesn't like
to go out much,

to meet too many people,

Some of my friends would be
capable of getting plastered...

...and pulling a stunt just like that.

That's a pretty rugged crowd
you run with.

Rugged's a good enough name
for some of my friends.

I came up the hard way.
In fact, that's the trouble.

I've led a rough-and-tumble life,
Jane hasn't.

I was ready to judge her by
my standards.

That's probably why I was so quick
to hire you when I got that first note.

It was easy for me to think
that Jane might be in trouble.

Too easy.

But her reaction to the second
note was genuine.

It made me realize that Jane wouldn't be
capable of doing anything she had to hide.

So, I think you can just forget
about all this, Bailey.

You forget about it, Mr. Johnston.
Your wife's in trouble.

You've known her only since...
no more than a year ago

You've been married to her less
than seven months.

What do you really know about her...

...except that she was a nice,
quiet sorority girl at UCLA?

- What are you trying to prove?
- Nothing much.

But people don't spot me when
I'm following them,

unless they're looking for it.

- Your wife was looking for it.
- That's pretty thin.

Did you know she's got an account
in a Westwood Bank?

No, she hasn't any money except
what I give her.

She came out stuffing a roll of bills in her
purse that would keep me for a month.

- Did you check on it?
- I tried to...

...but whatever business she was doing,
it wasn't done under her own name.

Either Mrs. Ralph Johnston
or Miss Jane Breeger.

And she dresses in a way that
you can't definitely describe.

I think it's deliberate.

Look, there's a ticket in here,
leaving for Portland at six tonight.

Do I use it or not?

I think you can use some discretion
along with it.

Hm-hmm, Jane Breeger, class of '41.

But, um... we're not supposed
to give out information.

Well, all I want is her address...
teacher.

10476 Larrabee.

Hm...

She got a work permit to dance at
Keller's Carousel down on South Broadway.

You're an angel, angel.

Very funny. Now tell me where
you wanna go.

What's the trouble?

Brother, that address hasn't met
any fans for five, six years now.

That's where they built one
of the shipyards.

What about Keller's Carousel, that little
club down on South Broadway?

Oh, you're from out of town, huh?

The cops closed that joint up
a long time ago.

It's a game room now.

Is Keller still around town?

Keller?

Look, pal, I just drive a hack.

- Where do you want to go?
- I'll leave that up to you... pal.

Ah, you don't want to find Keller.

Beyond ten bucks I lose
interest in him.

Don't let Keller hear you say that.
He's a very sensitive guy.

Thanks.

It's a chip crib, brother. Illegal.

Just go up that ramp there
and ask for Reno.

- Tell him Gus brought you.
- Thanks.

What can I do for you?

I'm looking for Reno.

You're lost, that's in Nevada.

You a member here?

- I'm a friend of Reno's.
- Oh?

Where's your transportation?

Gus brought me down.

- Take him up to 3.
- Okay, Mr. Reno.

I'll bet you hardly remember me.

- Thanks, angel.
- Well, thank you.

Hey, if you wanted to find Mr. Keller,
how would you go about it?

Well, my way wouldn't help you.

But he is around, yes?

- You approve of our layout?
- No roulette.

People up this way don't go
for roulette.

What do you expect to get for
your ten bucks, fella?

I see everybody up here
works together.

We try to.

I wanted to see Keller about
a small matter.

Small matters are my business.
What's it about?

A girl. A girl who used to
work for him.

What girl might that be?

Keller can't be that hard to see.

The gentleman is right, Reno.

He paid ten dollars for the privilege
of talking with me.

- I'm really flattered.
- It'll go on my expense account.

- I didn't get your name.
- I didn't give it to you.

- I'll take it now.
- Bailey.

We'll have some privacy.

Now, about this girl, Mr. Bailey.

She may have taken a cozier
name for your nightclub,

...but she was born Jane Breeger.

But that was a long time ago.

- What's she done?
- Nothing, just missing.

- I'm afraid I can't help you.
- Oh, whatever you know.

She left Portland back in 1941,
when I sold the Carousel.

She went to Los Angeles with
a comic named Buffin.

In 1941? You mean 1946,
don't you?

Sorry, I mean 1941.
Did you know her?

No, I never met her.

Do you know anyone here or in Los Angeles
who might have kept in touch with her?

Sorry, no.

She was quite something.

I tried to brush some dust
off her shoulder once...

...and she accused me of mauling her.

If you find her, give her my regards.

Would you have any pictures around?

Maybe. I have a room full of relics
from the Carousel.

- Would you like to go through?
- Yeah.

Reno, you know the room.

Thanks for letting me take
your time, Mr. Keller.

I'm sorry I was talking about
the wrong girl.

Which one is Buster Buffin?

How'd you pick out Jane Breeger?
You told the boss you never met her.

I did say that, didn't I?

Here comes the menace again.

Hey, you.

You can walk down.

I was thinking of calling a cab
from the desk.

They cruise around, you can
pick one up.

I think I'd better call one,
I'm afraid of the dark.

We don't like cabs coming
to this address.

It's a house rule.

Well, thank the boss for this for me.

Oh, what happened?

- Is Reno around?
- I haven't seen him.

Do you mind if I use this?

Go right ahead, you seem to be
very much at home.

Hotel Moana? This is Bailey,
room 517.

Get the house man up to
my room quick, will you?

Tell him to take it easy, but hold
anybody he finds there.

I'll wait.

What happened, did you fall down
the elevator shaft?

- I thought maybe you could tell me.
- Don't you know?

It was supposed to look like
a heist job.

He emptied my wallet and put it
carefully under my nose.

Real subtle.

The boys who work in these streets
can afford to be casual.

Your man Reno told me how
to find a cab.

You often can.

I don't think Reno likes you but
he doesn't go in for petty theft.

Yeah?

The room isn't mussed up?

Alright, tell him to watch
it awhile.

I thought you might be looking for
something the hard way.

If I wanted anything from you,
I'd get it.

And I like the hard way.

Oh... Sorry, boss, I thought
he'd gone.

He's just leaving.

I just came back to use the phone.

I got a nickel left.

You know the way out.
Take the stairs.

Rain spots these jackets,
doesn't it?

Hey, something holding you up?

Not a thing.

Nothing holding him up either.

That puts her here,

here in Los Angeles six years ago...

...instead of a year and a half
as I thought.

- Incidentally, I'm being tailed.
- Since when?

Since I got back from Portland.

Or rather, since this morning,
to pick me up at my apartment.

I'm probably being followed too.
Can you find out who it is?

Oh, I'm pretty sure this is from
the Portland end.

I'll let him catch up with me the next
time and we'll have a little talk.

- And if he doesn't want to catch up?
- There are ways of arranging it.

By the way, if this isn't a gag,
it ought to be.

The Tethro Agency says Buffin
quit show business...

...and bought himself a meat market
or something down at the beach.

Thanks, Bix, I'll follow it up.

I want you to fill in the gap.

If she did come down here
six years ago,

I want to know what went on
in the five years before I met her.

That shouldn't be too tough.

Here it is. Buster Buffin's Buffet.

Plenty of seats down front,
always room for one more.

- You kill me, Buster. See you later.
- Okay, drop in again.

Well, what'll it be, clam chowder
or clam chowder?

- You got any clam chowder?
- Oh, that's special, cost you extra.

- Any coffee?
- Natch!

- Uh-uh, you wouldn't be a food
inspector, would you?

Put it down, I might be hungry.

You'll find it warmer than an old maid's
feet but not half as clammy.

Buster, this routine is better than
the one you had in Portland.

Do I know you?

I hope not.

That crack about Portland was
supposed to mean something.

What?

A man in Portland died and left
a small estate.

What's that to me?

Keller says she came down
here with you.

Oh... so you're trying to find Jane.

- Yeah.
- That was all of six years ago, chum.

- What's your angle on it?
- Just leg work.

And the expense account is lean
and hungry.

What's the information worth?

What's the information?

What'll that buy?

Okay.

We came down in '41 together.

Strictly platonic. She was one of those
"don't-maul-me type".

She got up a routine with bubble bath or
something and hit the night club circuit.

I caught her act in Long Beach.
Pretty corny.

That was about five years ago.

Haven't given her a dime's worth
of thought since.

Did she still look like that when
you saw her last?

- Where did you get this?
- Keller.

She dyed her hair.

Maybe cut it a little shorter.

What name was she using?

I've been waiting for you
to ask that.

Yeah, I thought you would.

Last ceiling.

Make it fifty and I'll throw in the name
of the club in Long Beach.

Forty does it.

Club Zoro, Long Beach Boulevard.
She was calling herself...

Janie Joy.

Club Zoro, Janie Joy.
Thank you.

Hey, you owe me two bits,
for the chowder.

The door's open, handsome,
but we're closed.

- It's hot outside.
- I guess you got something there.

Mind if I go on with my work?

I'd rather you wouldn't.

- Say, what is this?
- I'm a guy with questions to ask.

- Personal?
- One of them.

How long have you worked
around here?

- What's it to you?
- Not a thing.

Were you around when
Janie Joy worked here?

- Who?
- Janie Joy, 1942.

The name is vaguely familiar.
What about her?

She may have come into some cash.
The State's trying to locate her.

It's too bad.
I mean, it's too bad I can't help you.

Ever hear of a man named Keller?

No, who is he?

Has anyone else been around
asking for her?

Not that I know of.
Look, lamb, I'm a busy woman.

If you have any more questions,

just drop them in the suggestion
box on your way out.

Thank you, ma'am. You've helped me
more than you know.

Sorry to call you, but I thought
you ought to know...

...that a detective named Bailey is
looking for your friend Janie Joy.

Did you ever have a feeling you're
being watched and followed?

Not nearly enough.

Why, who's playing you for a mouse?

- Mrs. Johnston.
- Oh, did you talk to her?

No, no, leave that to my client.

You'd better phone Johnston
right now...

...and tell him his wife's downstairs
keeping tabs on me...

...in case he's thinking of
dropping in.

Gosh, you'd think with her dough
she'd hire someone to watch you.

Well, it's people like her that keep
people like us out of work.

Going up?

Yeah, Martha.

Oh, he thinks he's just too, too social
since he joined the club.

The automobile club.

Well! Come in!

Is this love or were you looking
for a detective?

- Isn't there any other alternative?
- Yes, but I haven't got time for it.

I understand you're looking
for someone I know.

Janie Joy.

Sit down. Tell me more.

Has something happened to her?

She happens to be my...

...sister.

You didn't tell me your name.

My name is Gretchen Breeger.

My sister's real name was
Jane Breeger.

When did you see her last?

When she first left Portland
in 1941.

- And when did you come down here?
- '42.

Why didn't you look for her then?

How do you know I didn't?

Because I covered every agency
in this town.

I asked them all if anybody else had ever
been around looking for Janie Joy.

The answers were always
the same.

No.

I see.

No, I didn't look for her,
Mr. Bailey, because...

you see, I happened to know she
wasn't in Los Angeles.

The last letter I received from Jane
was from Acapulco, Mexico.

- I never heard from her again.
- When was that?

Just before I left Portland.

Where did you live in Portland,
Gretchen?

10476, Larrabee Avenue.

- That's quite a memory you've got.
- But...

I'm just looking for a cigarette,
Miss, er...

Shannon, Norma Shannon.

1205 Roxbury.

Who sent you up here, Miss... Breeger?

Acute cynicism. I suppose it's an
occupational disease, isn't it?

Yeah, it's the people I meet.
Who sent you up here?

I'm a model. I just didn't care for
the name Gretchen Breeger.

- I changed it.
- I didn't know models changed their names.

The ones named Gretchen Breeger do.

You're a highly improbable
character, Mr. Bailey.

Did someone just dream you up?

You know, you're good,
you're very good.

I'm surprised you didn't have her
planted in Afghanistan.

Why stop at Acapulco?

May I go, please?

How did you know I was looking
for her?

I went by my agency this afternoon...

...and saw your car with Janie Joy
written across it.

Now, may I go, please?

Well, I wouldn't have missed meeting
you for the world, Mr. Bailey.

It's the first time I've gone
slumming in years.

You win.

You see, in this racket you learn
to suspect the worse of everyone.

The few times you're wrong
you have you apologize.

I'm apologizing.

- Well, thank you, I appreciate it.
- You should.

Humble pie gives me hives.

Have you got a car?

Not with me, but there are still
buses running.

Well, I'm going your way, Gretchen.
You can't turn down a ride.

Don't tell me who lives here,
let me guess.

Uh-uh, too easy.

As long as I'm going out
to Beverly Hills,

I thought I'd change my shirt
and eat out that way.

Oh, Bailey, you're about as subtle
as a Mickey Finn.

I'm not trying to be.

If you're thirsty, you can come up
while I change.

Or you can wait there.

I think you mean it!

Well, I thought detectives all lived
in hall-bedroom apartments.

I did, for ten years.

- Where's the scullery?
- In there.

Do you have any bitters?

Never touch the stuff.

- You go in for pinups?
- She's an old flame.

I'm a little sentimental about it.

Your phone's ringing.

- Where are you?
- Around the corner.

You forgot that report. I want you
to pick it up right away.

You know, there's something
wrong with this phone,

it sounded just like you said
"I forgot a report".

The latest one.

Oh... oh, the one with the
size-9 nylons.

Yeah, yeah, I'll do that.

Do you like my girl?

She's very pretty if you like the type.

You think she's as pretty
as your sister?

It's a matter of taste.

You know, you still haven't told me
what I've been waiting to hear.

Come on, let's get out of here.

What's happened to Janie,
why are you looking for her?

I just represent a client, angel. I couldn't
tell you that until I had permission.

Now it's my turn to apologize.

You changed your shirt
and brought me home.

And you left your motor running.

You've put in a hard day, I thought
you might be hungry.

I am. Perhaps I could whip up
some dinner for us.

Do you like lamb chops?

Let's make it some other time, angel.

All right, some other time.

This is a gun in my hand.

- Yeah, I've seen one before.
- Lay off Janie Joy.

There ain't nothing in it for you
but a Chicago overcoat.

Really? Maybe you'd better
count me out.

We'll do that. Now hold out your hand,
I've got something for you.

Pick it up!

You'll find two hundred dollars
in there for being smart.

Next time we won't be so generous.

Any other jobs you want me
to lay off of...

...just let me know, I might give
you a reduced rate.

I'm in stitches.

Now turn around.

And start walking.

This is a gun in my hand.

Well, why didn't you use it?

Wouldn't that be nice,
he's a cash client.

- I didn't get his license number.
- I was afraid you wouldn't.

Thanks, Bix.

8M2222

Hey!

You went off and left that
last night.

I took out a buck for the trouble
of finding you and bringing it back.

It's a nice place you got here.

What's Caprillo got to do
with Janie Joy?

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

I gather you won't mind if I talk
it over with Caprillo.

You ask for trouble, you'll get it.

- I hired out for that job.
- Who hired you?

Do you know what would happen
if I told you?

- The guy's tough, huh?
- You can say that again.

Whoever's behind you is as dangerous
as a badmington bird.

Giving me that two hundred bucks.
That's right out of Aunt Sadie's chest.

You want to tell me about it?

Get in, quick!
I'll talk to you.

- Is something the matter?
- Yes, I'd like to talk with you.

- Police business.
- Police? I see.

Step in then.

Martin is a chauffeur.

Beyond his duties as such I know
nothing about him.

- I give you my word on that.
- Fine!

Then you won't mind when I bring
charges against him.

Oh, yes, I will mind.

I'd rather you not bring charges
against Martin.

I will discharge him, of course,
if what you say is true.

I shall make it worth your while.

Okay, the price is cheap.
Just tell me why you want me to drop it.

If I told you, Mr. Bailey, I'm quite certain
you wouldn't believe me.

Go ahead and try me.

You see, it's very simple.

I have a passion for obscurity.

It really amounts to fear.

I happen to believe rather deeply...

...that only the obscure are ever...

Oh, Ligia, this is Mr. Bailey.

Mr. Bailey, my wife.

Mr. Bailey has had some difficulty
with your chauffeur.

- Ahem!
- What is it Lilly?

I'm sorry, sir, but I can't
find Martin.

Excuse me.

What sort of difficulty, Mr. Bailey?

I'm investigating and ex-showgirl
named Janie Joy.

Martin's working for someone
who'd like me to quit.

Tell me, why didn't you report him?

Why do you want to talk
with us about it?

I know something tougher
than that to answer.

Why haven't I been thrown out?

I do not know.

It is apparent my husband
wishes to talk with you.

Latin-American women respect
their husbands' wishes.

I've known... one or two
that didn't.

Really? That is an interesting
observation, Mr. Bailey.

Perhaps we should explore
it further...

...some other time.

Fine. My name's in the book.
Stuart, G.

But now let's talk about Martin.

Did he work for you in 1942?

I was in a convent in Rio in 1942,
Mr. Bailey.

Perhaps this girl Janie Joy is a sweetheart
of Martin, that is harmless enough.

What do you know about her?

Enough to know who she isn't.

Why don't you sit down?

Thank you.

May I fix you another drink?

No, thanks, I'm used to neutral spirits,
these have a tendency to take sides.

May I ask you a personal question?

Martin will be here presently.

- Come in.
- Yes, sir?

Come in, come in.

I'd like to hear your side of
the story, Martin.

- What story, sir?
- You have seen this man before?

Sure, about ten minutes ago.
He asked me who lived here.

You have never seen him
before this?

Not that I know of. Of course he has the
sort of face you might not remember.

Okay, let him tell it to the law.
Doesn't make any difference to me.

- Mr. Bailey, when did this happen?
- Last night.

- Last night, you are sure?
- Hm.

Then I know you are mistaken.
Martin was here...

...on duty last night.

Are you willing to tell that story
to a police magistrate?

Of course. It happens to be true.

Thanks, Mrs. Caprillo, that's all
I wanted to know.

Mr. Bailey, what about Martin?

Forget it, Mr. Caprillo, I know
when I'm licked.

You may go, Martin.

Ligia...

I thought last night was Martin's
night off.

No, I... I changed it a few
weeks ago.

Hello.

Hiya, Sherlock.

Just call me Watson,
how did you find me?

Easy, Watson. Hey, where've you
been the last two days?

What's on your mind?

I got something for you,
but it gives for cash.

No small change like forty bucks.

What kind of figures do you
think that I'll talk?

For what I got, plenty, brother,
plenty.

You're wasting your time, Buffin.
I know where Jane Breeger is...

...and who she is.

You kill me, Bailey. If you're smart,
you'll come down here now.

And be ready to talk turkey.

Buster!

You see? There he is.
He'll come in.

I won't... I won't talk.

I'll... I'll give him a story.
I'll give him...

- Buster!
- See, he'll come in in a second.

I won't talk.

I want to report a murder.
Buster Buffin's Buffet.

In Venice.

- Your phone's ringing.
- I'm wondering why.

My, we're grumpy again.

I'm hungry. I haven't had my
four pounds of raw beef today.

That's what I called about. I want you
to have dinner with me tonight.

- Where?
- Here, at my apartment.

Think you can find it again?

That car you hear coming
to a screeching stop is me.

Open the door!

- How do you feel?
- Fine.

- Also curious.
- Yes?

We've talked about everything except
why you brought me up here.

Now we're going to talk about that.

I'd like to know why you're
having me followed.

It takes a very special
kind of girl...

...to spot the fact she's being
followed when it's done right.

And what kind of a girl would
that be?

One who peers over her shoulder
while she walks?

So that's the kind of a girl
you think I am?

Well, remember my occupational
disease.

So you still don't believe what
I told you about Janie.

If you told me a straight story,
why let me worry you?

For one thing, you had me followed.

You can't expect me to ignore that.

And for another thing there
was last night.

You took me to your apartment,
we had our drinks...

...you took me home.

No tired line, no phony
preliminaries.

I like that kind of guy.

I was going to wait for the
report on you...

...but we'll have it out right
now instead.

Do you remember that picture
you saw on my desk?

Yes.

That was your long-lost
sister Janie.

Well, they coached you well.
Whatever information I had, you had.

But they forgot to show you
how she looked like.

But you're wrong.
Janie had dark red hair.

She must have been wearing
a wig in that picture.

What of it? It wouldn't change
her that much.

Yes, you're right, it couldn't have
changed her that much.

Your phone's ringing.

Hello?

It's for you.

Excuse me.

- Don't say anything, Hazel.
- I've nothing to say...

I just thought I'd go and get a bite
to eat as long as you were with her.

- Nothing at all?
- Nothing, except that she's growing pale.

The guy in the car said they haven't
taken it out of the crate yet.

- What?
- The one with the wooden sides.

Oh, that's good news.
I was afraid you were slipping.

Look, after dinner, go see
Jenkins of the News...

...and get all the dope you can on
John Vega Caprillo and his wife.

John Vega Caprillo.

Right.

You know, I didn't study the picture.

All I saw was a mass of curls
and a rather bare back.

The face just didn't seem
to register.

Didn't it?

You know, it just hit me.

Why you took me to your
apartment last night.

Just to see the photograph.

- After all.
- Something like that.

And I thought you wanted to see
what kind of a girl I was.

I know what kind of a girl you are.

No, you don't.

If that was Janie's picture,
I don't blame you really.

- But you're all wrong with me.
- Maybe.

I'd give a lot to be sure.

Why don't you just look at me?

You might find your answer.

Not a chance.

The longer I look at you, the farther
I get from the right answer.

As I said once before,
you're good.

I suppose you meant that
to be nasty.

I find it rather nice.

Come on, let's go.

- Do you mind telling me where?
- To your apartment, of course.

Uh-uh, thanks, just the same.

Wrong again, Mr. Bailey.

We're going to have another
look at that picture.

You're a great housekeeper, Bailey.

Did you find what you were
looking for, Lieutenant?

This is just as we found it.

Kind of messy, huh?

I'm sorry, angel, someone beat us to it.
The picture's gone.

I'll take you home.

I don't like to spoil your
fun, Bailey, but this won't keep.

Sgt. Muller will take you
home, Miss.

Do you mind?

No, not at all.

Besides, I've always wanted
to ride in a police car.

Give Muller a cup of coffee
to go with the cake.

You must be working for
something hot.

No, Lt. Quint, nothing very hot.

What did you have against Buffin?

His clam chowder was too cold.

You're all through, Bailey.

Buffin made several calls to you.
Toll calls, it's all in the record.

And now, after the last call,

he's shot and someone who looked just
like you was seen leaving his place.

Now, if you expect the breaks,
forget about being cagy.

What are you working on, and what
did Buffin have to do with it?

I wish I knew.

Somebody else got to him first.

Who are you working for?

Give me time to see my client,
will you?

This is murder, Bailey.
Your client doesn't count.

I'm afraid he does.

He's not the kind of a client you can get
over a barrel and stay in business.

The D.A. knows it. If the D.A.
says talk, I'll talk.

You talk to me or a grand jury. I don't
get my orders from the D.A.'s office.

- You're leaving?
- I'm gonna check my office.

I don't think the boys found what
they wanted. You want to come along?

- What were they after?
- Let's go find out.

Were you ever mixed up
in a murder before?

I'll let you in on something.

For the bunco squad or the
vice squad...

...that license of yours may
mean something.

For the homicide bureau it's just
a scrap of paper.

- A pretty expensive scrap of paper.
- Well, I'll take that back.

The license does carry certain
obligations.

Why didn't you report the body?

Well, how did you find it?

Well, you know that call was
no report.

Anything else on your mind?

If there was, you wouldn't be
walking out that door.

I got it all down, Lieutenant.

That's dandy. Now tear it up.

- Let's talk.
- Who are you?

I'm the guy who wants to talk,
I'm lonely.

- I gotta get out of here.
- I wouldn't do that.

Your friend upstairs might see it.

Let's go up and join him.
Maybe he's lonely too.

- Hey, this ain't your floor.
- Elevator doors make noise.

Come on, we'll walk down.

I'm going in behind you, jughead.

Do whatever you think is smart.

Herb, it's me, Sharpy.

Come on, open up.

I'm all ears. What's the
paper chase about?

Get started, we got a long night.

After we talk we clean the place up.

Or maybe you'd rather tell it
to the cops.

What is it about me you guys
aren't afraid of?

When you get to know me,
I'm a very odious character.

Me too, Bailey.

A girl once told me I was the most
odious type she ever met.

Can you imagine that.

Let us just drop the canister
on the floor.

You shoot Herbie, I shoot you,
where'll that get us?

So just drop it.

The car lights were on such a short time,
we didn't think it meant anything.

What are we gonna do
with him, Reno?

We'll take him where we can talk,
won't we, Herb?

He won't be any trouble.

Pretty smart trick getting off
on the wrong floor.

Look, Herbie, the guy's coming to.

I told you he would.

Thanks for putting me to bed.
I've been sick.

Lock the door, Sharpy.
He wants to put in some overtime.

Are you awake?

You okay now?

- Where is she?
- I wouldn't know.

She's a missing person,
that's why the guy hired me.

You're a bad liar, toots.

This picture got no name on it,
but you picked it out of ten others.

Where is she?

I saw her picture before I went
up to Portland.

Fair enough, I'll settle for the name
of your client.

Don't be a hero, Bailey, you're gonna
tell us now or later.

Why don't you tell us now and save
yourself some teeth?

I'll talk to my client tomorrow.

Maybe he'll see it your way.

Quit stalling, sweetheart,
let's have it!

I've been waiting for you to try that,
what took you so long?

Come on, talk to me.

Talk to me!

Okay.

Okay.

But I didn't get it.

Why is Keller looking for her now?

Why didn't he look for her
six years ago?

She'd have been easy enough
to find.

Are you gonna talk or should I knock
you around some more?

Alright, alright, I'll make a deal.

You tell me why he's looking for her...

...and I'll tell you who hired me.

Okay, who hired you?

Why is he looking for her?

You see, boys, the guy's a fanatic,
he won't talk to me.

Take it easy, Reno,
you trying to kill him?

He's got to be in condition to talk.

The guy's a fanatic.

You can't do nothing with fanatics.

Fanatics won't talk.

Put him on the bed.

Why don't we tie him up?

What do you suggest we
tie him with?

- Have you got any rope?
- Guys get out of ropes.

Get Gracie up here.
She'll give him a bromide.

Tell her the guy thinks he's tough.

You asked for this, chum.

Gave us the slip every time
we tried to follow you.

You never carry anything in your pockets
or anywhere else, for that matter,

that'll tell us anything we
want to know.

We'll just have to get it
the hard way.

There he is, Gracie.

Pretty, huh?

- Is he out?
- Like a string of Christmas lights.

Well, can't give it all at once.
Might kill him.

I'll give him half. That'll keep him out
for the rest of the night.

Probably for a week.

He has to talk to someone
in the morning.

Don't worry about waking
him up.

I've got something for that too.

How soon does it work?

Well, if he was wide awake, anywhere
from thirty seconds to two minutes.

Swell, let's get some chow.

You stay here with him.

I'm just going downstairs to rustle
some food.

If he starts to turn blue, call me.

- Come on, Herb.
- Hey, what about me?

You heard what she said,
stay here.

But Reno!

Alright, but be back here in ten minutes,
and lock him in, just in case.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Say, what's happened to you?

Are you the drunk they told me
was sleeping it off upstairs?

- Yeah, that's me.
- I must have been hearing things.

I thought they said it was a gal.

When I drink my voice gets high.

It's a nice place you got here.

- What's it called again?
- Just 733.

They don't have names for
places like this.

That's what you think.

Just coffee, Millie.

My name ain't Millie.

Millie got fired.

My name's Fanny.

- Fanny, would you remember...
- I hate people that call me that.

- But you just said your name was...
- My friends call me Jackie.

Well, Jackie, would you...

I said my friends call me Jackie.
To you I'm Miss Phipps.

Your name is Phipps.

Certainly.

You know, you ought to learn
how to get along with people.

I see somebody socked you.

Miss Phipps, you're what I would call
an observant woman.

Thanks.

I'll bet you remember a woman who
came in here last Monday morning.

She sat at the table by the door watching
people come into the building.

How much do you bet?

Five?

You lose, I don't remember.

Hello, Mr. B.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Well, you're a sight, period.

Betty, would you remember a woman
spending a lot of time at this table...

...the other morning? She was dressed in
black and kept watching the entrance.

Sure, she bought a ten-cent cup of coffee
and gave me a dollar tip.

- She should come here more often.
- Was she here long?

She must have been here
for two hours...

...until a funny little man came in
and they went away together.

- A funny-looking little bald man?
- Yes.

- What's this for?
- You wouldn't understand.

Where have you been?
They searched the whole office...

What happened?

And after all the money you spent
on those jiu-jitsu lessons.

- Get Johnston on the phone, will you?
- How'd you like to have him in person?

Call this number, ask for Keller.

If that doesn't work,
tell them you want Reno.

And tell them it's important.

Where in the...
What's the matter with your face?

You're just the man I wanted
to see, Mr. Johnston.

- You've got to get your wife up here.
- My wife, why?

Because I'm dancing on a hot griddle
and she's gonna get me off.

- What's Jane got to do with it?
- Everything.

I think I know the answers now.
I'll find out when I see Keller.

One of the answers is that your
wife killed Buster Buffin.

You're crazy!
What right have you got...

What have you found out about her?

Practically nothing.

Jane Breeger came down here
in 1941...

...and sets herself up as Janie Joy,
bubble dancer.

But she's scared stiff.

There's something writhing her.

Something terrifying enough
to drive her to kill.

Get to the point.

When I first talked to Buffin,
it was a 40-buck job.

Then he sees your wife and inflation
sets in, he wants big money.

How do you know he saw Jane?

Because he was a cagy little guy.
Something I said or did...

...led him to think there was more
than 40 bucks to be had from me.

So he followed me when I left
his place last Monday.

He ran into your wife downstairs.

- I just checked on that.
- And if Jane did kill him?

What do you do?

Throw her to the cops.

I can't dummy up on murder
even with you for a client.

Bailey, listen, you can't
sell her out.

If she did do it, you gotta give me
time to get her a lawyer.

- To get a defense.
- You mean an alibi?

Uh-uh, my neck's in that noose now.

And I wasn't paid to stand in
for a murder.

If you want to help her,
get her down here.

You haven't proved a thing, Bailey.

But...

Jane's gone.

I drove home to take her to lunch.

Her car was missing, a couple of bags
and some clothes.

Well, that does it.
It's out of my hands from now on.

It's a police show from here on in.

Homicide.

Is Lt. Quint around?

Tell him I've got some
information for him.

Bailey.

Yeah.

Well, this is his girlfriend, Maisie.

He'll be awful sorry if you don't
get hold of him.

Oh, is that so?

I throw angles, they toss back curves.

They never heard of Keller
or Reno.

- Did he say anything?
- He just gave me that chip...

...and said he wanted to see you.
He looked mean.

All right, Eunice, bring him out.

Thanks for seeing me, Miss Nestor.

Please excuse my appearence,
I was sunbathing.

Don't let me interrupt.

- Sit down.
- Thanks.

The name isn't really Killroy,
is it?

How much is it going to cost
to keep my being out there quiet?

I can't pay you very much...
at least not at one time.

How much can you float this trip?

- A thousand dollars?
- Cash?

Honey, who lets you play house
out here all by yourself?

Then you aren't here to
blackmail me.

No, baby, but I should, just to
teach you a lesson.

You really thought I had
the grand, didn't you?

- Was it fun?
- You got out of character too soon.

What if I didn't like it when the
sweet note turned sour?

This was for when I got bored
with you.

Now tell me how in blazes
you got into that room?

Who owns the joint?

You still haven't told me
how you got in there.

Three goons took me up.

A jughead character named Sharpy,
another named Herb...

...and a gorilla named Reno.

Hm, I've seen them around.
Turned up a couple of days ago.

Who turned them up?

I wouldn't know.

I thought they just crawled up
from under a rock.

But a man named Keller turned
the rock over, right?

Let's get to the business at hand.

- Why did you want to see me?
- I've got to talk to Keller.

You know, I figured if you were
important enough...

...to take over a bedroom whenever you
needed it, you might arrange it for me.

I can give you the phone number.
You can call the place yourself.

I tried that, they never
heard of him.

That seems to be that, doesn't it?

You know, I've been sitting here trying
to think of a persuader for you.

A way to get to you. But you seem
to have everything you need.

I wouldn't be too sure of that.

Uh-huh... Well, thanks for
your time, Irene.

The name's Boots.
Where are you going?

733, I think they call it.

- Didn't you get enough the first time?
- That's one reason I'm going back.

- I like a fighter.
- Not me, baby, soft hands.

Or maybe I just like you.

You didn't want my thousand bucks.

I'm going out there at 7:30 tonight.

Maybe I can put in a word for you.

Okay, if I think of a word,
I'll let you know.

And while you're at it, you might tell Keller
to be at my apartment at 8:00 tonight.

Not that I know anyone named Keller.

Where is your apartment?

- His boys know the way.
- You'd better give me the address anyway.

Just in case of an emergency.

Remember, 8:00.

- Your lock is sprung.
- Yeah, I just noticed.

Who cleaned the place up, you?

Uh-huh.

I tried to get you at your
office today.

Bailey, what...

What happened, was she married?

No, but she wanted to be.

What's on your mind?

Several things.

Last night I somehow got the feeling
that you had decided to trust me.

Silly, wasn't it?

I don't know.

But you're still having me
followed, why?

He's not my man, angel.

And don't worry about it,
it's me they're interested in.

You are in trouble, aren't you?

Right now it doesn't seem
very important.

- What were the other things?
- My sister, of course.

I'd still like to know what's
happened to her.

All my instincts tell me there's
something phony about you.

All except one.

Let's talk about that one.

You did a nice job, very thorough.

Don't change the subject.

You know what I'm thinking?

What?

That it wasn't a coincidence.

What wasn't a coincidence?

My having dinner with you while
my apartment was being rifled.

What do you mean?

This clean-up job.
Did you find what you were after.

Oh, that really does it.

Give me a good reason why you
came up here and I'll take it all back.

I told you Janie wrote me
from Acapulco.

I found the letter.

Where's the envelope?

- Let me go!
- Listen, I've been burned before.

I've been given a high-class hotfoot
with a gold-plated lighter.

Either you're phony or most
of my facts are.

I'm still trying to find out which.

Believe me, it doesn't matter.

Not even a little bit.

That's just the trouble,
it does matter.

More than I'd like to admit.

Don't ask me why.

If you want me to go away, say so.
My hands have tender knuckles.

Is it important?

All things are relative,
I can't answer that.

It arrived special delivery.

What's the matter?

What's wrong?

Things are going to be happening
around here.

- I don't want you mixed up in it.
- What things?

I'm being framed, angel.
Now you know as much as I do.

- When will I see you?
- I'll call you.

But I...

When did this arrive?

About a half hour ago.
That's the office gun, isn't it?

- Yeah. One shot fired.
- Is there anything I can do?

Yeah, take the gun and the box
it came in over to my lawyer.

Tell him to call me every two hours...

...here and at the office until
I tell him I'm in the clear.

What if he can't get you when
he tries to call you?

He'll know.

Someone downtown was having a joke,
said you had some information for me.

Let's try that entrance again,
you knock and I'll open the door.

The information wouldn't be about a
Mrs. Ralph Johnston, would it, Bailey?

Why? What about
Mrs. Ralph Johnston?

What about her?

Answer your phone.

- Hello?
- Is this my pigeon?

Trace the call next door.

What can I do for you?

I want to thank you for leading
us to Janie Joy.

It's been quite a hunt.

Only get her out of the water.

We don't like her in the water.

Sure, sure, we'll get her out
of the water, where?

Under the pier at Malibu.

I wouldn't want for the tide
to get her.

Mrs. Johnston is my client's
wife, Quint.

- What about her?
- You can't trace a call...

...if you let them hang up.

She's dead Bailey. Body found
on the beach about a half hour ago.

You're going down with us.

Mind if I take my own car?

Not if you don't mind my
riding with you.

Bailey, been hunting rabbits
lately?

Let me see that.

Let's go.

- Know her?
- It's the right party.

Mrs. Ralph Johnston.
But I can't say I know her.

How long has she been dead, Doc?

You tell me, lieutenant.

Something for you, chief.

Found it up here, just about the
spot she was tossed from.

Well, what do you know.

What's your middle name,
Bailey? George?

It begins with, G, Quint.
I'll save you some trouble, it's my pen.

Have you any idea what kind of
a gun she was killed with?

That one I can answer, a .32

I can save you some trouble
there too, Quint.

She was probably killed
with that gun.

It was sent back to me this
afternoon by parcel post.

It's too bad you didn't send
yourself a pen too.

You have any idea why I killed her?

Give me time.

She had a bank book in her
purse, Lieutenant.

An account in Westwood under
a phony name.

She closed it out two days ago.

- Almost forty thousand bucks.
- That'll do for motive.

Muller, take him downtown and
throw the key away.

What about the car, aren't
you coming?

No, take his car, I'm tired,
I'm going home.

I work an eight-hour shift
and I've done twelve already.

Why lock me up? I'll be at
headquarters in the morning.

Can't you smell a frame-up when
it's hanging under your nose?

Not when you're the man
who's hanging it there.

- Go on, Muller, get going.
- Let's go, Bailey.

You drive.
And don't get cute.

- Why don't you watch...
- Need any help?

Hey... what gives?

- Where's Muller taking you?
- I think it's a case of kidnapping.

Claims he's a cop, but I don't
believe it.

Oh, in California that's a very
serious offense.

Yeah, you two ought to keep
that in mind.

I think he's right, Hazel,
we ought to be sure.

You take him down to headquarters.
If he's a cop, okay.

- If he isn't, you can profer charges.
- I can identify...

- So you got my wallet too, huh?
- Oh, please, no, not that one.

Come on out. Come on, come on,
come on, like a good boy.

I think it oughta take you about an hour
to get him down there, don't you?

The car's in very bad shape.
I'll see what I can do.

Come on, you drive.

I had to come back.
I want to help if I can.

Thanks, angel. All I can use
now is luck.

But can't I call the police,
or get you a lawyer?

Okay, angel. You got a pin?

- Uh-huh.
- Park across the street.

If the cops start pouring in that door,

stick the pin in your horn
and let it blast.

Light mine too.

You got an aspirin on you?

That is not very flattering.

No offense, Mrs. Caprillo.

I had the headache before I saw you.

Sit down.

Where's Martin, in the closet?

Martin is my chauffeur.

Nothing else.

He's no chauffeur, pet.

Is that the only way you could pay
him blackmail, by paying him a job?

- Blackmail?
- Hm-hmm.

Shall we go into whatever it is
you're afraid of, beautiful?

Or shall we have ourselves some
gay repartee first?

I'm afraid of nothing.

I am only terribly curious
about something.

You see, I know Janie Joy.

Just drop your ashes on the floor.
There's a girl comes in once a month.

Perhaps you do not know she spent
some time in Brazil.

We may be able to help each other.

Well, let's start with what
it's going to cost me.

How...

Yeah?

Bailey, I've just been notified
that Jane...

That Jane's... dead.

- Murdered.
- Yeah, I just...

I'm holding you accountable, Bailey.
You bungled, disobeyed orders,

- You've stirred up...
- Now let's take it easy!

You'll never work again, Bailey,
not in this town.

Alright, have it your way.

I'm glad you called.
I got a letter from your wife today.

I wanted to check with you
before I opened it.

- A letter... from Jane?
- Yeah.

It's public property now, Bailey.
The police will open it, not you or I.

- Have you got that straight?
- Yeah.

I'm glad you see it that way.

Be patient, angel. We can start needling
each other again in a second.

Where were we?

Oh, yeah, in Brazil.

What was she doing down there?

She was an entertainer.

What's she hiding from?

I do not know.
Why are you looking for her?

I'm not sure I know.

You know, it is really asking
very little and...

...and I think I could make it
worth your while.

- Tell me, please.
- Okay, gorgeous.

We'll get together on it.

But there's no hurry about it,
is there?

- I hate to be mauled!
- Hey, Janie!

Okay, you can go now.

I had to be sure you were Jane Breeger
before you got out that door.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that you're Janie Joy,
bubble dancer.

The same girl who's name
was Jane Breeger...

...when she left Portland six years
ago with Buster Buffin.

What does my aversion to being mauled
have to do with Janie Joy?

Everything, Janie. It's the one thing
they all remembered about you.

- You are not making sense.
- Maybe you'd better go.

There might be some unpleasantness
around here in a minute.

Your old friend Keller is due.

You are wrong.

I do not know anyone named, uh...
Keller.

Come in.

Perhaps I should have called
you up first.

Where are Reno and the boys,
out in the corridor?

I came alone.
Do you want me to wait outside?

No, come on in.
I want you to meet an old friend.

Why, Janie!

It's been a long time.

Believe me, not half long enough!

It's been good to you.
Time, I mean.

- You blossomed.
- It appears you haven't changed a bit.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Stuart, I...

- Janie.
- So it was you who hired him!

If I'd wanted to be found,
if I wanted to see you...

Janie, what's wrong?
I had nothing to do with it.

I am sorry, ladies, you'll have to
excuse me. I haven't all night.

I have some business
to transact.

- What was it, cops?
- No, it was a man in a chauffeur's uniform.

He started to come in
the apartment and...

...when he saw this man, he hid.

Then I saw him sneaking in
the back way.

Martin's getting nervous.
What are his plans?

I don't know. He's been gone all day.

He's nearly crazy because of the
way he handled this.

Leave it.

You're not really smart.
You're just lucky.

Come on in.

This place is getting a little bit crowded
for our conference, isn't it, Bailey?

- Do we need privacy?
- Not at all.

Tell me where she is
and I'll go.

- Who is she, Keller?
- I ask you where she is.

If there is a price on the
information, name it.

You worked with her at
the Carousel.

How well did you know her?

What has she got to do
with us?

She was using your name. She was on
the run, needed a place to hide.

You mean you weren't looking
for me at all?

Who is she?

Ellen Ellsworth.

She married him, she's his wife.

And then one day, about a year ago,
she ran out on you.

Tell me something, Keller,

is it your wife you want
or your forty grand?

I'll settle for the forty grand.
Where is she?

Dead.

Murdered.

Sometime this afternoon.

Who killed her, Bailey?

I thought maybe you did.

That's what I thought you thought.

Are the cops outside?

If they are, they're looking for me.

What's the next step, Keller?

Portland. My plane leaves
in an hour.

I thought you were after your
forty grand.

That's what I wanted to believe.

But it seems what I really
wanted was...

...to have my wife back.

What do you think of that?

I'm having a rough time believing it.

You didn't know her.

She was...

Well, she had a way of making
a twisted guy like me...

...believe in things again.

Very touching little scene,
but I'm going home now.

Come, Martin.

I've got a couple of nasty
questions to ask first.

- Does your husband know about you?
- No, and he mustn't ever.

That's why I didn't keep in touch
with my sister.

That's why I sent Martin to
pay you off...

...the way I've been paying off
that girl at the Club Zoro.

- So my husband wouldn't find out.
- Maybe he knows more than you think.

There's nothing you and your
husband would like better...

...than have Janie Joy dead
and buried.

In the Los Angeles police records
this woman was born Jane Breeger.

Alias Janie Joy, and now
she's dead.

I didn't know she was using
my name.

- It's a little farfetched.
- Murder is farfetched too, Janie.

But the killer went out of his way
to call and tell me Janie Joy was dead.

Now why do you suppose he did that
when the dead woman wasn't Janie Joy?

Find yourself a fall guy
somewhere else, chum.

- We're leaving.
- Just a minute.

You killed my wife. The police just
told me and I'm going to kill you.

Take it easy, Johnston, I didn't
kill your wife.

I was trying to arrest you, that's my
story. You resisted and I shot you.

There's one hitch. There are witnesses
that'll tell it differently.

Get over there.

Go on.

You killed my wife for a few
thousand dirty dollars.

No jury on earth will convict
me for shooting you.

They'll do more than convict
you, Johnston.

I've already got a pretty good case
that you killed your wife.

You're smart, Bailey, in front
of witnesses...

...you accuse me of murder.

Now, I don't dare pull this trigger.

Let's call in the police.

I'm afraid that won't help.
But this might.

That's Jane's letter, it's for
the police to open it.

It's addressed to me. Not that
I expect much from it.

Don't look at that!

- I wouldn't do that, Johnston.
- You've got a gun, brother, use it!

That gun in his hand is mine
and it isn't loaded.

He's kidding you, Johnston.

I'll take that letter now, Bailey.

Get over there.

I just used it as bait to bring
you up here, Johnston.

I knew a letter from your wife would
get you on the prowl for sure.

You see, you outsmarted yourself
when you made that phone call.

Get Janie Joy out from under
the pier.

The police were here when you made it,
and that was the killer talking, Johnston.

That was you trying to establish...

...your wife had been killed by
somebody out of her dusty past.

It was a good idea, except
for one thing.

It wasn't Janie Joy under
the pier.

You get that, Johnston?

Your wife wasn't Janie Joy.

And everyone in this rat race
knew that.

- Except you and me.
- What are you talking about?

I told you it took a real name
to get into a university.

But it doesn't have to be your own.

Your wife took a real name, the name
of her friend, Jane Breeger.

- And that's your case?
- Only part of it.

The gun in your hand's another part.

And that box my gun came back in,

the printing's the same as on
those phony blackmail notes.

Why did you write those notes, Johnston?
To scare her into admitting something?

Well, you forced her out into
the open where she had to kill.

- Only because of you.
- Alright, Bailey.

- I wrote the notes.
- Well, much better.

We're coming near the truth now,
aren't we?

But I didn't kill her.
I was crazy about her.

Maybe you were crazy about
her forty thousand.

Yeah, and you got her money,
Johnston.

But that isn't really why you
killed her.

You killed her because you were
crazy about her.

She had a way of making
a twisted guy like you...

...believe in things again, isn't
that right, Johnston?

And she loved you, you thought.

Until the truth came out

Until you found she was dirtier
than any of the dirty characters...

you fought your way up with.
You found out she was a liar...

...and a thief. And now you know
she was a bigamist.

But worse than that, she hadn't
ever really loved you.

You were a hideout, that's all
you ever meant to her.

She was playing you for
a sucker...

...and you let her crawl right
into your heart.

And then she cut the heart
right out of you.

Stop it!
Turn around, all of you!

No, use your head, Johnston. You're licked,
but your wife was a killer too.

No jury will be too hard on you
to stop there.

Go on, you can die talking
if you want to. She did.

Still talking, still lying.

Turn around!

Turn around.

You certainly took your time
about getting here.

I've been here. You didn't have
a case until a few seconds ago.

Thanks.

Let's go, Johnston, we're paying
a visit to an old friend of yours,

the District Attorney.

You know, I'm the kind of a guy
who can admit he's been a dope.

And I'm the kind of a gal that
can go for a dope like you.

Hey, I just saw Quint with your
client on a short leash.

- What gives?
- Murder.

Him? You mean we lose money
on the case?

Just so it won't be a total loss.

Well, well!

I didn't think there'd be a line.

I got news for you, dear.
This is the end of the line.

Subtitles: Lu?s Filipe Bernardes