The Murder of Dr. Harrigan (1936) - full transcript

Hey, Jace, come on.

What's the matter, mister?
Somebody hurt?

Now run along sonny, be a good boy.

Maybe it's a murder, isn't it, mister?

There's gonna be one in a minute
if you don't keep quiet.

- Did you get it?
- Yes.

Okay, Roscoe.

You should grow some whiskers,
get a blue uniform and a bicycle.

What do you mean?

This messenger service
you give these patients.

Of course, I don't rate the attention.



You're not as important as Mr. Melady.

What did they sent you for?

What's that?

- A lachrymatory.
- A lachrymatory?

It's more like an acifidity bag.

It's a tear vase. The old Romans
used to cry into them.

What's the matter? Didn't they have
any handkerchiefs?

- Don't, George.
- Why not?

Mr. Melady gave me
definite instructions.

He said it's not to be opened.
It's priceless.

He's right.
It is.

Hello.
Evening Journal?

What!
Get me the Evening Journal!

I want to talk to the editor.



This is Peter Melady,
of Melady Drug Corporation.

Yeah.

- They told me not to let you smoke.
- Keep quiet.

Hello, Harris.

How are you?

I've got an announcement
that I consider

of tremendous importance
to the medical world.

Now get it. I'm here in the hospital,
I'm going to be operated on.

And they're going to use
my new anesthetic.

Slaepan.

Yes, it means sleep.

Yeah. Now copy this down.

Here's the detail.

I couldn't live five minutes
under ether.

Slaepan can be used with the most
delicate heart conditions.

Yes.

It paralyzes the entire
nervous system.

Yes.

And the patient remains under its
influence for three days.

Right.

And the pain and the after-effects
of an operation are all through

when the patient comes out of it.

Did you get it?

No, not too harsh.
No, I was talking to the nurse.

Yes, she's just brought the formula.

Too many people after,
so I'd better have it here with me.

What?

If it's hard to take? Why, no!
It looks and tastes like water.

You bet its credit is tremendous.

Dr. Harrigan is going to operate.
Tomorrow morning.

Thanks, Harris.
Do your best for that story.

Good-bye.

I said good-bye, miss Brody.

I'm glad they're not all like you.

You scare a girl to death!

Dr. Coate said you are not to smoke
because it's bad for your heart.

Oh he did, did he?

Well, it's my heart and I'll do
what I like with it.

Where's Dr. Harrigan?
Why is he taking so long getting here?

Father, don't shout like that.
I could hear you across the hall.

Well, there's nothing wrong
with my lungs, anyway.

How's the sunburn, miss Melady?

I'm much better, thank you Sally.

You would pick a time when I'm in the
hospital to get broiled by the sun?

A man can't even be alone in his own
hospital. What's the matter with you?

Why didn't you use Melady's Sun Freeze
when you went to the beach?

I forgot.
Anyway, I don't like the smell of it.

- Oh, you don't, don't you?
- No, I don't.

And if you don't stop
shouting like that,

your heart is gonna go
pop just like that.

- I was just telling it.
- It's...

Your heart and you'll do
what you like with it.

- Now see here...
- No, father.

But I don't want to be settled.
I came here for a rest.

Young lady, if you think...
and you too...

What is this, anyway?

I came here for a rest,

but so far my room has been
the parade ground for your whole staff.

I tell you I'm going
to lose my temper.

Then, something will happen.

- Oh, Mr. Wentworth!
- Will you get out of here?

I refuse to have you constantly rolling
me over and changing sheets under me.

I know it's a deliberate effort
to compromise me.

- Mr. Wentworth!
- Get out! Get out!

Seems to me he wants us
to get out.

I wonder why Mr. Melady's daughter
is hanging around here.

Sunburn, isn't it?

Oh, she could've gone home
days ago.

Maybe she has a reason
for staying.

- Good evening, Dr. Harrigan.
- Good evening.

Oh, doctor will you sign the order
for 327's adrenaline?

Let me have it.

Thank you.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Chart of the 307, please.

You don't like Dr. Harrigan, do you?

He's the sort of a man that makes me...

I wouldn't know about that.

I'm only interested in
Dr. Harrigan professionally.

I'm sure that would relieve his wife.

Why don't you put it
on the chart? 311

Looking for someone, Lillian?

Yes, a doctor.

Why don't you stick around?
I'll have my shingle out in a month.

Of course I realize
you must have an operation.

But why doctor Harrigan?

Well, you finally got here.

Hello, miss Melady.

How's the sunburn?

Hmm, well, it seems my daughter
doesn't like you.

You sent for me Melady?

I gotta have an immediate operation
and I want you to do it.

You don't say.

Yes, I don't like you any better
than you like me,

but if it's got to be done,
you're the man I want.

What's the matter with Dr. Coate?

You are a better surgeon.

You really think you could trust me
to operate on you?

Your professional integrity
is what I trust.

It's not ethical.

You're Dr. Coate's patient.

Oh, so you think
I'm a pretty bad risk, eh?

You'll think I'll discredit you,
the great surgeon,

by dying on the operating table.

But I'm not going to die.
I'm making it easy for you.

We're not using ether.
We're using Slaepan.

Slaepan.

Have you the permission
of all the owners?

I'm the owner of Slaepan.

My claim is as good as yours.

Not quite, Leo,
because I have the formula.

You and the others have nothing
to do with it anymore.

After cheating me out
of my share in Slaepan?

After all the work I did
on that for you?

Now you're asking me to help you
publicize it.

Exactly, my dear doctor.

And don't forget this is the one
advantage you have over the others

who think they own Slaepan.

What do you mean?

I mean the fame that will come to you

for being the first surgeon
to employ it successfully.

I could let my knife slip, you know.

But you won't.

Well, Simon, you seem
to be doing all right.

Do you like it any better here?

Perhaps to do this sort of work ,
this place is as good as any, I guess.

Oh, come on, cheer up,
you'll soon be out on your own.

I wonder.

How're you, Dr. Lambert?
Charity case?

Yeah.

Name is Sam Johnson.

How did you like that lecture
the other night?

Oh, that man bores me.

How'd you like it?

Let me have the chart for 319, please.

Thanks. Did you get that special?

Yes, she's on her way.

Dr. Harrigan is with Mr. Melady.

Hadn't you better get the visitor
out of Mrs. Harrigan's room before--

Thank, it's not a bad idea.

Does his wife got her boyfriend
with her?

Foster, you sound
like a house detective.

Well, I like that.

It's nice to know that
someone appreciates me,

even though I've had
one wing clipped.

Such a vision makes me wish
my own arm was broken.

- Good evening, Mrs. Harrigan.
- Good evening.

- Mr. Martin.
- Good evening.

Dr. Harrigan's in the hospital,
Mrs. Harrigan.

He's next door with Mr. Melady.

How nice, miss Keating.

- A cigarette?
- No, thank you, Ken.

If Mr. Martin will leave now,
I'll make you comfortable for the night.

Well, I've never been asked
to leave any place quite so nicely.

- I'd better be nice and go.
- You'll do no such thing.

Never mind, miss Keating,
I'll call you when I want you.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

I tried to phone you at the club
this afternoon. Where were you?

I was working for a change.

Really?

Who is it?

Agnes, I've got to see you.

Oh, do we have to go over
all that again?

I can't help it. I'm so in love
with you, I'm almost crazy.

And these past few days
seeing you here...

My staying has nothing to do with you.

I tell you it's no use.
You're wasting your time.

I know I'm nobody around here,
but I will be if only...

Oh, that's not the reason.
I simply don't feel that way about you.

And you must stop annoying me.

I'll do as I promised
I'll speak to father.

Thank you, Agnes.

If you can persuade him,
things might be different.

Now, please go.

Oh, miss Keating, I want you
to prepare Mr. Melady for surgery.

I'm operating him
at 8:00 in the morning.

Yes, doctor.

Oh, come on, only one more
to bed down for the night.

- Jackson?
- Mm-hmm.

Here's why we really go to work.

# Ooh, the lady in red,
she goes where she wants to go #

# She goes better in red #

# Ooh, the lady in red,
she goes where she wants to go #

# She goes where she wants to go #

# Ooh, the lady in red...
What a personality... #

# Ooh, the lady in red, the boys
are crazy about the lady in red. #

# Ha-cha-cha.
Ha-cha-cha. #

That calls for another little drink.

Ooh! Symptoms.

Say, what are you fine nurses
doing here?

So that's where you've been hiding it.

I wouldn't choose to know
what you're talking about.

Where did you get it?

So help me, it was right in this bed
when I came in about a week ago.

Listen, nurse, I'm terribly stiff.

I'm afraid that's an open secret.

Listen, nurse,

I won't get a way to sleep tonight
unless I get an alcohol rub.

I'll give you one.

That'd be just too ducky.

You know, nurse, I like you better
than those other three nurses.

They don't seem to understand
my symptoms.

Oh, goody-goody, what you got
in that bottle there?

- No, no, oh, no, nurse, nurse...
- Please, still.

No, I can't. No, I'm too ticklish,
I have no willpower.

I can't stand when anybody
rubs me like that.

If I can do it myself,
I'm not so tickly.

Yeah.

You... uh, you don't need to wait.

Will you be a good boy, turn out
the lights and go right to sleep?

Oh, there's nobody who doubt it,
nobody who doubt it

Trying to outsmart Jackson, ha!
Over my dead body!

- Going down, please.
- Up, please.

4th floor please: appendixes, gall
stones, tonsils, adenoids and goiters.

4th floor, please.

Whatever goes up, comes down,
mother used to say.

George would you let me
out of here instantly?

Not until you give me my answer.

- Will you let me out of here?
-No.

Really, I've work to do.

That's just the point.

You wouldn't have any, well, that is
not much, if you were married to me.

- Oh, what is it?
- A break for Dr. Lambert.

We've got to get this elevator starting.

Have you made up your mind yet?

I will if you let me out of here.

The right way?

You've proposed in elevators
and ambulances,

but I won't give you an answer
until you pick the one place

I consider most fitting
for your actions.

Swell, where's that?

The psychopathic ward.

You must, I tell you, he'll be murdered.
It's impossible.

I wish you shouldn't take such advantage
of our friendship, please, please...

What's the matter?

Oh, you're not stepping, Dr. Coate?

Well, if you call being
at the dinner

of the International Obstetrical
Association stepping, then I have.

Oh, I want 302 to have cold compresses
every half-hour tonight.

Yes, Doctor.

How's Mr. Melady, miss Keating?

About the same as usual.
He's had his sodium amytal.

He goes to surgery
at 8:00 in the morning.

What do you mean
he goes to surgery?

Why, those were Dr. Harrigan's
orders, Doctor.

Dr. Harrigan!

But, what right has he to give orders
about my patient?

I'm sure I don't know, Doctor,

except that Mr. Melady
sent for Dr. Harrigan himself.

I'll soon find out. I'll see Mr. Melady
myself first thing in the morning.

- Before 8:00 o'clock.
- Yes, Doctor.

What's this about your operating
on Mr. Melady?

Any objections?

Well, since he's my patient,

don't you think you might
at least have consulted me?

Possibly, Doctor, but it was
at Mr. Melady's own request.

As chief of staff here,

let me tell you, Dr. Harrigan, I don't
like some of the things you are doing.

And, believe me, you are not going
to operate on Mr. Melady.

As you say, Doctor,
you are the chief of staff.

Send a stomach tube to 305. The patient
just drank a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

And you'd better have some help.
Right.

Thanks a lot, Sally.

It's time to eat.
Coming down?

No, not right now.
I'll be down later.

See you down then.

Miss Keating, is this the...?

Will you please take that in and see
that he drinks every drop of it?

Yes, miss Keating.
He'll drink anything, I guess.

- Is there anything, Doctor, I can do?
- No, thanks.

Better run along to supper.

Yes, Doctor.

Well, darling, there was Steven and--

Oh, hello, Leo.

Well, good evening, Doctor.

You will, please, leave my wife's room.

Oh, come, come, darling.
This isn't at all becoming to you.

Doctor Harrigan,
are you inferring that--?

If you don't go.
I won't stop at inferences.

Lillian, what are you doing here?

I need the job, Leo.
I haven't worked in a long time.

You know I can't have you around here.

I won't say anything,
I won't even know you. Honestly, I--

You'll leave here tonight.

- Good evening, Dr. Harrigan.
- Good evening.

Is this the room?

- The end of the hall. This one.
- Right.

We can kid ourselves all we want to,
but this job is not easy.

Good evening.

Oh, get out I don't want
that medicine.

- He don't want it.
- That's a hot one.

Hose! What are you
gonna do with that hose?

- These drunks get funny ideas.
- Drunk?

They think you had
a couple of firewaters.

I'm not drunk.
I never touch liquor.

I get it, you drink nothing
but rubbing alcohol.

- Take it away!
- Take it easy now.

Take it away! No! No!

No! Help! Help!

Boy, this guy's got a throat
like a dumbwaiter shaft.

He isn't in such a bad shape
as Doc considered.

Come in.

You sent for me.

Yes, when are you going
to operate on my father?

I'm taking him to the
operating room now,

But I thought it was
to be tomorrow.

So it was, but that
would be too late.

This is an emergency.

Please, wait till tomorrow.

I'd be only too glad to wait
if I dared, miss Melady.

Oh, I'm... I'm afraid I...

Steady now.

Don't worry about your father.
Everything'll be all right.

No, thanks, I'm all right.

Now you get some rest
and don't worry.

I'll try.
Thank you, Doctor.

I'll take it.

You answer those calls.
I can take care of Mr. Melady.

- But, Doctor...
- Do as I say.

Yes, Doctor.

As soon as miss Keating
returns from supper,

tell her to join me in surgery
at once.

Yes, Doctor, I will.

You didn't eat much, Sally.

Yes, you got a long way to go
on a cup of coffee.

Anything wrong, Sally?

No, I'm all right.

Somebody must be using it,
but I don't hear it.

The way some of these nurses eat,
it's a wonder the elevator can lift them.

Maybe that's what's wrong with it.

Come on, slaves, climb.

Let's wait for it. Why walk?

Oh, come on, a few steps
won't hurt you

Oh, miss Keating, miss Keating,
they'd come for the wrong patient.

Where's Mr. Melady?

Dr. Harrigan's just
taking him up to surgery.

To surgery?

Yes, he said he had to operate at once
and wants you to come right out.

Don't you know enough not to leave this
lying around in the patient's room?

- Lock them up.
- Oh, I'm sorry miss Keating,

but they've pumped Mr. Wentworth
in 307 by mistake and he's...

Oh, dear!

I'm trying but I'm only one person
and I can't do everything at once.

Are you sure that Dr. Harrigan took
Mr. Melady up to surgery?

Of course, I had to make up a stretcher.

But why didn't you
go up with him?

Because the patients were signaling.

Oh, dear they're at it again!

I can't understand why you didn't
send for me or an orderly.

I don't know, miss Keating,
but the patients...

Oh, all right, answer them.

That's just what I had in mind.

- Who's this?
- Charity ward negro.

Died a little while ago.

You'd better take him
on the freight elevator, Simon.

There's something the matter
with this one.

Maybe the door's stuck.

Do the best you can with it.

It's Keating, have you seen
anything of Dr. Harrigan?

No, I mean since then.

What's wrong with the elevator?
It won't work.

Right.

The door won't open unless
the car is at the floor, you know.

It's out of order, all right.

Miss Cooper, have you seen
Dr. Harrigan anywhere?

Not lately.

Is anything wrong?

Uh... I don't know.

Hello, this is Keating again.
See if you can find Dr. Harrigan.

On any of the other floors.

Dr. Lambert!
George! George!

What's happened?

The elevator!
Dr. Harrigan!

Take it easy.

Get me Dr. Coate at once.

Yes, Dr. Harrigan is dead.

Sssh!
Take her out of here quickly.

- Take her out of here.
- What happened?

- I don't know.
- Never mind, be quiet, easy.

- It's terribly!
- It's all right, it's all right.

It's all right.

Oh, my...!

Sally, here,
Sally, take her out.

She's fainted.

It's all right.

Sshh, be quiet.
Now it's all right.

Let's go in there.

I just wanted to see him, that's all.

Yes, I know.
I'll be back in a moment, doctor.

- Don't let anybody get in here.
- All right, Doctor.

- Doctor Coate...
- Have the police been notified?

- Not yet, Doctor.
- Well, you do so at once then, please.

- Yes, Doctor.
- What's all this excitement?

I know this is... bad news.

Bad news about Dr. Harrigan.
I want you to control yourself.

- What is it?
- He's dead.

He's been murdered.

Oh, I see.

Dr. Coate, please, miss Melady,
We can't do anything, she's hysterical.

I'll be right in.

I suppose I should be getting
hysterical too, doctor.

As the bereaved wife, that's the usual
procedure, isn't it doctor?

I think you should go back to your room
and not talk so much.

The police will be here.

Hello, this is Keating.

Get Police Headquarters.

Tell them there's been a murder at the
Melady Memorial Hospital.

Yes, a murder.
Dr. Harrigan has been killed.

What?

Yes. Yes, that's right.
Third floor.

- Oh, George!
- How about a drink?

That'll quiet your nerves.

That's the best suggestion
you've ever made.

Well, I'm progressing.

Good publicity for a hospital: Murder.

I know, but the corpse is a doctor,
not a patient.

Maybe his bedside manner
annoyed somebody.

Come on, sergeant, let's go.

Well, a hospital isn't a bad place
for a man to die in.

That's right.

Cheer up, Sally.

No, thanks George.
I've changed my mind.

Oh, it's horrible!

I just can't understand what could've
happened to Mr. Melady.

What?
Isn't in his bed where he belongs?

No, he just disappeared.

Disappeared!

George, aren't you going
to have your drink?

Huh?
Oh, no, I think I'd better not.

Come on.

How are you, Dr. Coate?
Have any trouble?

Yes, doctor.
Lieutenant, here's the coroner.

Look him over, doc.
And don't touch the knife.

- Okay, lieutenant.
- Who found the body?

Uh... miss Keating here.
Miss Keating, this is lieutenant Lamb.

How do you do, lieutenant?

Miss Keating, you didn't touch
the body at all?

No, lieutenant, but, Dr. Coate,
there's something--

- What do you mean?
- I...

She means Melady...
uh, Mr. Peter Melady is missing.

- Missing?
- I've looked everywhere.

Melady phoned my paper early tonight

that he was gonna be operated on
by this Dr. Harrigan.

They were gonna use that new drug, uh,
Sleepan, Slaypen, uh...

Slaepan.

Slaepan, that's the drug.

We'll come to that later. Sergeant,
search every room in the building.

But that will disturb my patients.

We can't help that. If Melady
is here, we've got to find him.

Lock all the downstairs windows,
put a man on every door.

And no one is to leave the building
without a special order from me.

Right.
Nelson, Jones, come this way.

Now, you nurses go back
to your posts

- This place doesn't run itself.
- Yes, doctor.

Excuse me, lieutenant, I have
to assure my patients

that they're still in the hospital
and not in a madhouse.

Did any of the rest of you know
that Mr. Melady was missing?

- No, sir.
- No, sir.

No, we were all together.

No one had any reason
to miss him, lieutenant.

You see, he was
miss Keating's patient.

And while she was looking for
Mr. Melady, she found Dr. Harrigan.

That sounds reasonable enough,
but I got to--

- What happened? What's that?
- Come on!

What are you doing here?

Oohh! How did I get
in this police station?

I thought this was a hospital.

Didn't you drink a bottle
of rubbing alcohol?

That's what they think,
but it wasn't rubbing alcohol.

Who is he?

He's 305, a harmless dipsomaniac.

He looks like a plain drunk to me.

You know, that's been my trouble.

Symptom.

- Take him back to his room.
- I'll take this.

I'm going to be very indignant
about this.

Dr. Coate, I'd like to get
all the facts on this case.

All right, let's go to my office.

Miss Foster, please.

Hey, Doc what else do you keep
in there besides drugs?

Help yourself.

Girls, get at your posts.

Jonsie, have this cleaned out.

Yes, miss Foster.

Desk, get this:
that trick operation on Peter Melady

by Dr. Harrigan scheduled for tomorrow
morning has been postponed.

A couple of fairly good reasons.

Melady disappeared and someone
stabbed the doctor to death.

But I am giving you the story.

The operation was postponed,
wasn't it?

Well, that's it. All right. Now listen,
this is what we got so far.

You're taking this pretty hard,
aren't you?

I can't help it.

Well, don't worry about it.

The police will find Melady and get
the dope on how it happened.

Anyway, it isn't your responsibility.

But it is my responsibility.

My entire career, my reputation
as a nurse is in jeopardy.

Mr. Melady is my patient.

Is... or was?

What do you mean?

If you insist upon sticking your nose
into this business,

how do you know that Mr. Melady
is still alive?

I... I don't.

Where is that thing he sent you for?

- The lachrymatory?
- Mm-hmm.

He put it under his pillow.

It's gone.

George, what made you think
of that just now?

Oh, he told you it was priceless,
didn't he?

Well there's got to be a motive for
everything that's happened here.

Oh, I... I guess I must have
the wrong room. I'm... I'm sorry.

You still looking for a doctor, Lillian?

Yes, a live one.

You and Dr. Harrigan were not
the best of friends, I take it.

Would he have asked me to take
his wife's case if we weren't friendly?

I'll ask the questions, Dr. Coate.

Mrs. Harrigan is here in the hospital?

Yes, she's suffering from a
comminuted fracture of the radius

and the fracture of the ulna.

All right, all right,
she broke her arm.

How?

In an automobile accident.

Dr. Harrigan was uninjured?

Dr. Harrigan wasn't in the automobile.

Mrs. Harrigan was alone?

No, but the other occupant
was uninjured.

He was a Mr. Kenneth Martin.

Here's the knife, lieutenant.
Not a fingerprint on it.

- Wiped clean.
- Thanks, sergeant.

This operating knife, Dr. Coate,

it wouldn't require very much
strength to kill a man with it.

No, especially if the killer were
acquainted with anatomy.

I see.

Dr. Coate, when you
examined the body,

was the handle of the knife
smeared or clean?

Do you expect me to notice trifles like
that when one of my own staff is--?

So are you insinuating that I--?

Sorry to disturb you, brother,
but orders is orders.

I didn't order anything. You'd better
get out of here or I'll call the police.

What do you expect to find
under my bed?

Should I tell him?

You better tell me. I'm a nervous man.
What does it mean, anyway?

Dr. Harrigan's been murdered
and we have to search all the rooms.

Only one doctor murdered?
Ha, ha!

If I had my way, I'd murder
everybody in the hospital.

I came here for a rest, but so far
it's been like a convention of idiots.

Oh, take it easy, my friend.
You might catch yourself a temperature.

A parade of doctors, nurses,
plumbers and now the police!

I've had enough!

What are you gonna do?

I'm going to get out here
before I become a maniac too.

Another dipsomaniac!

No one's allowed to leave the hospital,
and orders is orders!

What?

Take a powder.

And I'm a sick man...

Momma, momma...!

Say, nurse, how do we get in there?

What do you want in there?

We're looking for a man.

Well, if he's over two weeks old,
he wouldn't be in there.

Then you saw or heard
nothing unusual

before Dr. Harrigan's body
was discovered.

No, I... I don't think so.

Let me see, uh... oh, yes.

Sally Keating usually goes
to supper with me,

but tonight she stayed on duty.

Well, why not?

Evidently, her presence was required.

That's all, miss Foster.

Yes, I... I'm sorry, I can't seem
to think of anything else.

Okay and thanks.

- Send miss Cooper in.
- Yes, sir.

Miss Cooper.

Oh, we didn't learn
very much there, doctor.

We'd have to do
better than that.

Sit down, please.

Miss Cooper, before the discovery
of the murder tonight,

did you hear or see anything
out of the usual hospital routine?

Please, answer the lieutenant,
miss Cooper.

Well, yes I did.

But it doesn't seem fair
to mention it

because it was only snatches
of conversation

as I was passing
Agnes Melady's room.

It's your duty to tell
all your know, miss Cooper.

I heard miss Melady say
"you must, he'll be murdered".

And then miss Keating
said something like

"it's impossible, you shouldn't ask me
to do that".

That's all I heard.

Have you any idea of the subject
of the conversation?

I suppose they were talking
about the operation

that Dr. Harrigan was going
to perform on Mr. Melady,

but I completely forgot about it
until just now.

And I'm sure that Sally
had nothing to do with it.

- With what?
- With the murder, of course.

Of course, she didn't.

I'm glad you're both so sure.

That's all, miss Cooper.

It seems someone went looking
for a doctor and found him.

Were you able to help them, Lillian?

I think I could, if I wanted to.

I think you could at that.

You have a peculiar
sense of humor, doctor.

Did they find out anything?

Sorry miss, but you're not
supposed to talk.

Don't worry, I'm not going to.

Were you serious, doctor?

Do you think she knows
anything about all this?

I don't know I'm sure, Simon.

It might have been you,

or Margaret,

or Sally,

or even Agnes.

Do you feel guilty, sergeant?

- Now my theory is--
- Suppose you save it for the lieutenant.

Miss Keating, will you
step inside, please?

Yes, doctor.

Uh, Dr. Lambert,
will you be good enough

to see if miss Melady is able
to talk to us now?

Certainly.

Miss Melady, you'd better
come downstairs.

My father, have they found him?

You'd better come downstairs.

What is it?

Why don't you tell me?

Please, try and calm yourself,
miss Melady.

Have you found my father?

No, miss Melady,
we're still searching.

Well, you must find him.
Don't you understand? You must!

Please, miss Melady, calm yourself.
You may be able to help us.

Miss Melady, what were you so anxious

to have miss Keating get for you
earlier this evening?

How did he know?

Will you please answer my question?

I asked Sally to get the Slaepan
from the drug room.

I was afraid for Dr. Harrigan
to operate on my father,

so I tried to prevent him.

Why?

My father and Dr. Harrigan
were bitter enemies.

And yet Mr. Melady was willing?

I understand he even asked
for Dr. Harrigan to operate on him.

Well, father trusted him
professionally, but I didn't.

Dr. Harrigan and others claimed
they had part ownership in Slaepan.

They'd been working on the formula.

But father was the only one
who had the entire formula.

Who are the others have worked on it?

I... I don't know.

Where's the formula now?

I have it.

Why don't you let the lieutenant
keep it for you?

It belongs to my father. I'd rather
keep it and give it to him myself.

Why did you ask miss Keating
to get the Slaepan?

I mean, why did you single her out?

We were old friends.
We went to school together.

And did she get it for you?

- Why?
- Yes, I did.

I brought the Slaepan to miss Melady.

Miss Keating, this is a flagrant
breach of discipline.

I can't stand for such things.
Will you please, leave the hospital?

Hold on that, doctor.
You can't fire anyone yet.

Miss Keating gave you the Slaepan?

- Yes.
- Well, where is it now?

I... I poured it down the basin.

Oh, I made it for Dr. Harrigan.

I wanted to stop him at any cost,

but I lost my nerves.

Now, lieutenant, I think we'd better
let her rest.

Take her back to her room.

Send in Dr. Simon.

Please, let me know as soon
as you hear anything.

Certainly we will.

Well, you just try to get some rest
and don't worry.

Now, if she can only get some sleep.

She'll drop off in a moment.

As for you, you certainly
put yourself in a fine spot

stealing that stuff
in the drug room.

Suppose she had given
the drug to Dr. Harrigan.

Well, if she had, all this probably
wouldn't have happened.

You can see her point.
She wanted to save her father.

But you should have kept out of it.

Oh, Sally, why don't you promise
to go straight and marry me?

- George!
- What is it?

I wonder if she was telling the truth.

Maybe she did give him the Slaepan.

Any news of Mr. Melady?

- No, sir, we searched everywhere.
- Even the maternity ward.

Every place but the morgue.

I guess you've covered everything.

Yes, sir, from the cradle
to the grave.

George...

What is it?

Now, here's Dr. Harrigan's order
for me to join him in surgery.

You know, if I hadn't known
Dr. Harrigan, I could have sworn...

Sally, look at this writing.

Come on.

Then what happened?

When we found the elevator
wasn't working,

miss Cooper went to phone
about it

and I took the stretcher
to the freight elevator,

as miss Keating had suggested,

and delivered the body of the dead
Negro to receiving on the first floor.

Checked it through the usual routine,
then went down and had my supper.

We didn't learn much from that,
did we lieutenant?

If you think of anything else, doctor,
let us know, will you?

Yes, sir, I will.

Just a minute.

Answer me one question.

Is it usual to go from the morgue
to the dinner table?

It is around here.

It's all in the day's work, lieutenant.

Every man to his taste, I always say.

Send the other one in.
What's her name?

Miss Brody.
She's a student nurse

and she had the third floor
while the others were at supper.

She's here.

I had nothing to do with this,
I'm sure.

Miss Brody, during the time
the others were at supper,

did anything occur to your knowledge
that you think might bear on this case?

What case?

The murder of Dr. Harrigan.

You are aware that
he was killed, aren't you?

Oh, yes, sir.

But when you said case, I thought
you meant hospital case

and I've been attending to so many--

No, miss Brody, please,
not your biography,

just answer the lieutenant's question.

Yes, doctor.

Did anything occur?
Now, let me think.

Do your best.

Maybe if you sat down.

Thank you.

305 drank rubbing alcohol
and 307 was pumped by mistake.

307 was very angry and so weak
from the pumping

that I'm sure
he couldn't have done it.

No, I guess I don't know anything.

Dr. Harrigan went into
his wife's room

and I heard them
and her boyfriend

sort of telling each other
where to get off.

And then later Sally sneaked the
boyfriend up to the fourth floor

before she went to supper.

What's that?
Speak up!

Sally took Mr. Martin, or whatever
his name is, up to the 4th floor.

What's so terrible about that?

That was before you helped Dr. Harrigan
to the elevator with Mr. Melady?

- Yes.
- Did Sally come right down?

I don't know. I didn't see her
till she returned from supper.

Did you distinctly hear
any of the words

that passed between Dr. Harrigan
and this man Martin?

Oh, let me see.

They were arguing very angrily
about something...

I know: inferences.

Inferences?

Dr. Harrigan told Mr. Martin that
if he didn't go,

he wouldn't stop at inferences.

Maybe it's the name of a hotel.

Maybe I'm not beginning to see
daylight too. Come on, doctor.

Oh, what am I supposed to do?

Stop at inferences!

Sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Harrigan,
but the lieutenant wants--

Come right in.

How delightful of you
to have chosen this hospital

for the policemen's
annual picnic.

Mrs. Harrigan, what time did your...
caller Mr. Martin leave here tonight?

I really don't remember.

You see, one rather loses track
of time in a hospital.

Quite so. However, you do recall that
Dr. Harrigan threatened him

when he discovered him
in your room, don't you?

Dr. Harrigan was a very jealous man,

but if all his threats were laid out
end to end,

they wouldn't have amounted to that.

Perhaps you're right.

Mr. Martin left this room accompanied
by the nurse miss Keating?

Well, you really know everything.

Yes, miss Keating was going
to show him out.

It was past visiting hours, you see.

However, that doesn't seem
to have kept people from getting in.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Harrigan.

I'm here on a mission of friendship.

What? I... I don't know you.

But look at me, I'm your neighbor.
I'm in the next cell.

Why, you're insane.

Nevertheless, I came for the top
of my pajamas and a little drink.

I don't drink
and I don't wear pajamas.

You deny that you swiped the upper
story of my sleeping garments?

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

Come on, come on, give me a little drink
and we'll forget the whole matter.

Come on now, be a good friend.

Oh, no, you don't.
I'm disappointed in you.

As Napoleon said at Valley Forge,

if you don't give me the coat
of my pajamas and a drink,

I'm gonna take them by force.

Help! Help! Help!
Thief! Vandal!

- Help!
- What's all this racket about?

He just stole the top of my pajamas.

- Oh, he did?
- And you can't do business that way.

Either he gives me the coat
and I give him the pants

or I'll dissolve the partnership.

And I'm in no mood to dilly-dally.

He's telling an untruth.
I wear a nice shirt.

It should be a straitjacket.

Now, Mr. Wentworth, just try and rest.

Hey, which one of these guys is nuts?

Oh, I wish you hadn't have
asked me that.

I should go to my room,
I can't stand all these disturbances.

The whole world has gone mad.

Hey you, move over.

You know, some of these drunks
get the funniest ideas.

Now look at me.
I'm calm and peaceful.

Will you take my temperature?

Drink all that, please, Mr. Wentworth.

Go on, take it, take it all.

And I took Mr. Martin to the 4th floor

so that he could leave the hospital
unobserved by way of the fire escape.

You actually saw him go downstairs?

I saw him go out the door.

- You locked the door?
- It locks itself.

Now, miss Keating,

why did you think
it's so necessary

that Mr. Martin should have to leave
the hospital unobserved?

I was afraid if Dr. Harrigan saw
him again, it might've upset him.

He had a very delicate operation
to perform in the morning.

You have the interest of the hospital
very much on your mind, haven't you?

I tried to do what's required of me.

Look here, lieutenant.
You don't think that miss Keating--

Doctor Lambert, please,
don't interfere.

The medical examiner wants
to see you, lieutenant.

Send him in.

All right, doctor.

I performed an autopsy on Dr. Harrigan
here in the hospital.

What did you find?

Dr. Harrigan was drugged
at the time he was stabbed.

He was probably unconscious.

What was the drug?

I can't determine exactly.
I'll let you know later.

- Is that all?
- Is that all? Isn't that enough?

Enough? It's great!

Sergeant, have the department
check on Kenneth Martin.

I want him here as soon
as he can be found.

All right, sir.

Twice in one night
you violated hospital discipline.

I can't understand it.

I think I can.

Miss Keating,

isn't it quite likely that
you drugged Dr. Harrigan

with the Slaepan you stole
from the drug room?

No, no.

Then you took Mr. Martin
up to the 4th floor

where he killed the helpless doctor
with this knife.

No, please, no.

Isn't it also likely that you wiped
the knife clean of all fingerprints

after Martin had departed
down the fire escape?

No, it's not true.

Maybe Mr. Martin fascinated you too.

Just a minute, lieutenant.

Miss Keating happens
to be engaged to me.

- Is that true?
- Yes.

That doesn't alter the case.

Maybe Martin and miss Keating
weren't working together,

but Agnes Melady prevailed upon her
to administer the drug.

When Martin saw his opportunity,
he took advantage of it,

for the obvious reason that
he was in love with the doctor's wife.

You're just guessing, lieutenant.

You have no evidence
against miss Keating

and you shouldn't jump
to conclusions.

That's my solution.
Two and two make four

and miss Keating stays here in the
hospital until they bring Mr. Martin.

Who is the fourth part
of your solution,

which up to now has been
a three parts theory?

You put Martin into it and if he
won't mix, according to your formula,

the whole thing blows up
and you start all over again.

I'd better hurry up and get married
before my bride is arrested for murder.

Sometimes I could kill you.

Sshhh!

Someone may be listening

and have you marked down
as a habitual murderess.

What are we going to do?

Tell me again how many times
you rang for the elevator.

Four times in all.

Once on the first floor,
and then on the third floor,

And then on the fourth floor again after
you found the operating room empty.

Isn't that correct?

Yes, and then on the third floor again.

Simon was there
with the dead Negro on the stretcher.

Then Lillian came and Simon
tried to force the doors.

Are you sure there was a Negro
on the stretcher?

Yes, I looked.
Why?

Dr. Harrigan was in the elevator.
Dead.

All the time you were running up
and down those stairs.

But the emergency switch was off.

Don't you remember when I took you to
an elevator ride I threw the switch off?

Anybody could have rung
for it and wouldn't have come.

I'd like to know who turned
the switch on again.

Oh, it couldn't have been Martin.

It could have been Dr. Coate,

Mrs. Harrigan, Simon,
miss Melady or... or Lillian.

Or might have been me,
as the lieutenant thinks.

Nonsense.

That Lillian's been snooping around here
ever since she came a few days ago.

I wonder who she is.

I don't know.

No!
No!

No!

Where does yelling come from?

Lillian, what's the matter?
What's happened?

Who was it?

I was coming upstairs.

Someone jumped off me from the floor
above and tried to choke me.

Didn't you see who it was?

No, it was... it was too dark.

Oh, she's fainted.

Let's get her upstairs.

Miss Keating, see that she's made
comfortable for the night.

Now have a guard placed
to the door, sergeant.

What's is it?
What's happened?

Bertha, you come with us.

We were downstairs.

Where could miss Keating
and Lambert have come from?

- Most likely from this floor.
- Hello.

Otherwise we will have met them.

For you, lieutenant.

Wood's reporting.

Lamb speaking.
Yes, Woods.

Checked out, hey?
Broadcast his description by teletype.

Cover all depots and bus stations.

Okay.

Martin checked out of his hotel,
probably tried to skip town.

We'll get him.

When we do, we'll have
the answer to all this.

Has that changed your mind?

No, the nurse may have faked
the whole attack.

She implicated miss Keating
and may be sorry for it now.

What about Melady?

We'll find that out when they have
Martin here in handcuffs.

If you find him.

There's nothing in the morgue room.

Nothing except the body of Sam Johnson.
That doesn't help us any.

He's not in there.
You must be colorblind.

Are you sure you saw
that Negro's face?

Oh, yes, George.
I told you I lifted the sheet.

You know, you're accused
of this murder

and we've gotta do something
to get you out of it.

Simon,

what happened to the Negro that died
early tonight? He's not in there.

Yes, I know. They took him down
to the City Morgue right away.

Would you like to see the card?

No.

Let's go outside and get some air.

Looks like the air is going
to be limited.

Probably lieutenant's network.

You know, the solution is so near and
yet I can't seem to be able to reach it.

It's like having a name on the tip of
your tongue and not being able to say it.

It's all connected up
with the Slaepan drug.

The dead colored man.

The disappearance of Mr. Melady.

That fellow seems to be
in an awful hurry.

I wonder if...

Let's have a look.

Come on.

George you might stay
a little closer to me.

What, dear?

Look, George, look!

- What is it?
- A flashlight, still burning.

Someone must've been here
within the hour or so.

Must have left hurriedly.

Look!

My hunch is right.

Is this what you saw
on the stretcher?

Oh, yes that's the body of the
dead Negro, Sam Johnson.

- You're sure?
- Why, of course I'm sure.

All right, come on.

Where are we going?

First to make a phone call,
then we'll go for a ride.

Come on.

Boys, a million cops around.

What's all the excitement upstairs?

I don't know.
I heard one of the MD'S got cut up.

Form reversal, huh?
"Man bites dog."

Ambulance.
What's that?

Alive?
Yeah, yeah, right away.

Yeah, sure.

- What's the matter?
- Nurse Sally, down the morgue.

Said that guy we brought in
is still alive.

What?

Yes, said to come and get him
right away.

Say, you mean to say that stiff
we took down there is still alive?

Yes.

What's she trying to do?
Make a couple of chumps out of us?

Oh, Mike, let's get the guy out there
before he dies all over again.

Boy, of all the funny things I've seen,
this one sure takes the cake.

- Hey, where are you going?
- The morgue.

- I gotta go with you.
- Okay.

Okay.

We're gonna get a lot of trouble
for this with that policeman up front.

You're in a lot of trouble right now.

I'd bet this ride can get you out of it.

Well, if it doesn't, you'll be in this
as deep as I am.

Well, I had to do something
to get out of that madhouse.

And the phone call did it.

Just what do you expect
to find at the morgue?

What do you generally find
at the morgue?

A lot of your patients.

- Here we are, the morgue.
- The last stop.

Hey, you still don't think
somebody was ribbing us?

Let's get these doors open
and get ready for action.

You can't tell if that phone call
might have been on the level.

Boys, before you say a word,
it was the only way I could do it.

Hey, wait a minute!

- Kidding a cop, eh?
- Oh, so this was your idea.

Say Herbert, what do you think
of this horrible hatchet murder?

I never read them gruesome things.
Makes my blood run cold.

Herbert, did you get a case
from the Melady Memorial tonight?

Yeah, it came in a little while ago.

Tag read... uh... Sam Johnson.

Accident case.

Let's see him.

Let me think now.
Where did I put him?

Oh, he's right there.

Oh, it's Mr. Melady!

Somebody switched
Sam Johnson's ticket.

Hey, you two,
what's this all about?

It's Peter Melady.

Can you beat that?
Are you sure?

Positive. Herbert, how soon
can we have an autopsy?

Well, I'll... see the doctor.

Here it is, lieutenant.
He was trying to blow town.

Bring miss Keating here right away.

Yes, sir.

Tried to skip town, eh?

I'd like to know the meaning
of this outrage.

Humiliated like this.

I can oblige you. You're charged
with the murder of Dr. Harrigan.

Well, that's preposterous.

All murders are preposterous,
particularly to the accused.

What time did you leave
Mrs. Harrigan's room tonight?

I don't remember.

All the old familiar phrases, eh?

Well, how did you leave the hospital?

On my two feet and out the front door.

Not out the fourth floor fire escape?

No.

Miss Keating accompanied you to the
fourth floor. She tells us so herself.

She also says she opened
the fire escape door for you.

Well, it was after visiting hours and
I wanted to get out without being seen.

Because you killed Dr. Harrigan.

I thought that whoever investigated
the case would think that.

That's why I tried to leave town.

Oh, you knew all the time
that he was dead, did you?

Not until I read the early
morning extras.

Nice alibi those early morning extras.

- Lieutenant...
- Yeah.

Miss Keating isn't in the hospital.

What?

She's gone and so is Dr. Lambert,

Didn't I give orders that no one was to
leave the without a special order for me?

Who let them out?
Where did they go?

I don't know, sir.

Get busy and find out
who's responsible for this.

Yes, sir.

What's the matter with you, flat heads?

Letting two people walk
right out under your noses.

When I find out which one slipped up
on this, I'll have his shield.

Now get out of here
and get back on your posts.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

- Everything's all right, lieutenant.
- Where have you been?

The morgue.

Are you responsible for this?

I couldn't help it, sir.

They hid in the ambulance
on its way out.

I was with them,
only I didn't know it.

Oh, you didn't know it, eh?

We found Peter Melady.

- Where?
- In the morgue. Dead.

He was tagged with the name of a Negro
who died in this hospital.

How did Melady die?

Well, from the look on his face,
he was frightened to death.

No violence.

- That's right, sir.
- They performed an autopsy.

I guess that cancels all charges against
miss Keating here and Mr. Martin.

Oh, yes?
Well, maybe they switched the bodies.

Until it's proved otherwise,
I'll hold them as active accessories.

I never let one suspect go
until I get another one.

You haven't a case against me.

We'll let the Court decide that.

Sergeant, take miss Keating to her room.
Let her get whatever she wants.

This case is just about washed up.

Please, come quickly,
it's miss Melady's room.

- What is it?
- Well, you'd better come.

We stay here.
Sit down.

What happened?

Agnes, are you all right?

Oh, someone tried to steal
the formula!

Look, they broke in the chain.

Oh, I'm afraid!

Lieutenant, these commotions
have got to stop. My patients...

How about my patience?
Who was it?

I don't know.

- You sure you didn't dream it?
- Of course, I didn't.

Sounds like it to me.

You fell out of bed, pulled the necklace
and broke it yourself.

Come on, miss Keating.

The rest of you clear out of here.
Come on.

Oh, Sally, must you go?

I'd feel safe if you were here.

I'll only be a moment.
The lieutenant wants to see me.

Oh, keep this.

Come on, clear this room.

And lock it up somewhere.

George, you'd better take this.

Get your things, miss Keating.
You're under arrest, you know.

You're making the mistake
of your life, lieutenant.

Two and two still
make four, my friend.

I know, but you're blasting
the lives of two innocent people.

While we're waiting
for miss Keating,

suppose you tell me what happened
and who did it.

- I can tell you what happened
- Sure.

All right.

In the first place, miss Keating
let Martin out the fire escape

and then went down to supper.

- Just like that.
- Exactly.

Dr. Harrigan was determined to
operate on Peter Melady immediately.

When Agnes heard about it,
she sent for him.

Check.

Dr. Harrigan was an inveterate
water drinker.

Agnes had the Slaepan
that miss Keating brought to her.

It's tasteless and looks like water.

Dr. Harrigan drank it.

- You mean that Agnes--
- I'm afraid so.

Go on.

Dr. Harrigan wheeled Melady
out of his room on the third floor,

after administering
the usual morphine.

Margaret helped him
to the elevator

and then she went
about her duties.

- Right?
- You are telling it.

We don't know Dr. Harrigan's motive,

whether he intended
to operate on Melady

or if he intended to kill him
and steal the formula.

And by this time it doesn't matter,

because the Slaepan
was beginning to drug him

and the actual murderer
appeared on the scene.

- From where?
- I don't know.

Possibly from the elevator
or the stairs.

And he was--

Dr. Harrigan told this man,
let's call him Mr. "A",

to take Melady to surgery
on the fourth floor.

Now, bear this mind, lieutenant.

Dr. Harrigan never got to surgery,
he never left the third floor.

He stayed to write a note
on Melady's chart

for miss Keating to join him
in surgery.

Here's the note.

Look at the writing, lieutenant.

Looks strung, doesn't it?

Sure does.

Go on.

You remember, lieutenant,

a lot of people thought they were being
cheated out of a share in Slaepan.

Now this Mr. A, who wheeled
the stretcher into the elevator

and took it to the fourth floor,
was one of those.

For the moment he had Melady,

who was helpless,
but still conscious, alone.

He thought it was
his opportunity.

He went to the case
of operating knives,

opened the case, selected
one of the knives

and walked back to the stretcher
where Melady laid helpless.

And with this knife
threatened Melady's life.

But instead of finding out
where the formula was,

he frightened the old man
to death.

Martin could have been
the man with the knife.

No, lieutenant, this is my story.

And by that time, Martin was
on his way back to his hotel.

Okay.

My Mr. A lost his head.

Instead of leaving Melady
on the stretcher,

he dragged the body
across the floor,

hoping to give the impression

that Melady, frightened at the
prospect of the operation,

died while attempting to escape
the operating room.

He got the body into the elevator.

Then realized that Harrigan might
arrive from downstairs any second.

He closed the elevator doors
just as Harrigan,

now almost completely
doped by the drug,

but nevertheless managing
to keep his feet,

summoned the elevator
from the third floor.

The elevator came down
from the fourth floor

but the frightened Mr. A
had switched off the light.

Even in the dimly lit elevator,

Harrigan, with the last glimmering
of consciousness,

sees the dead Melady and the menacing
figure with the operating knife.

The murderer plunges the knife
into his heart

and stands watching Harrigan,

as he sinks down into the corner
of the elevator.

Dead.

The murderer searches Harrigan
for the formula,

but cannot find it.

Sure is right.

I don't know whether
you're a good doctor.

Now I have my doubts
about you being a good detective,

but you sure know
how to tell a story.

Lieutenant, this is not a story.
This is fact.

So far it sounds great.
Go ahead and finish it.

Now I want you
to follow me closely.

This may seem a bit complicated.

I am listening.

The nurses return from supper and ring
for the elevator, but they can't get it,

as the murderer
has switched off the current.

While miss Keating
is ringing the bell,

Simon appears wheeling the body
of the dead Negro.

Then miss Cooper arrives
on the scene.

Miss Keating suggests that Simon
take the body of the dead Negro

down the freight elevator.

Then goes upstairs again
and continues to search for Melady.

Miss Cooper reports that
the elevator is out of order.

Simon delivered the body of the dead
Negro to the receiving room

and then goes into supper.

Now, in some way

the murderer substitutes the body
of the dead Negro for that of Melady

and sends Melady's body to the city
morgue with the dead Negro's tag on it.

It is my guess, lieutenant,

that the murderer intended to dispose
of Dr. Harrigan's body

along with that of the Negro's,
but there wasn't time.

And before he got
hauled off the elevator,

Miss Keating's effort
was successful.

The elevator arrives at the fourth floor
and she rides down with the body.

Is that clear?

It fits all right,
but it still could be Martin.

He could have gone up
the fire escape

while miss Keating was coming down
on the elevator.

Martin hasn't been here all night.

And somebody is still after the formula.

- Dr. Coate.
- Miss Keating.

I want you to give me the Slaepan
formula for safekeeping.

No, doctor.

As the head of the hospital,
I demand that you give it to me.

Miss Melady entrusted it
to me, please.

I...
Oh, very well.

But I think it would be
safer with me.

Stop it!

George!

George!
George!

George!

You head up off downstairs,
you go to the roof.

Then what happened?

When I saw that Melady
was dead,

I knew that Harrigan would accuse me
of the murder to get me out of the way,

so he could claim full rights
of Slaepan.

It was his life or mine.

As I started down the elevator with...
without his body, I became desperate.

I stopped the car on the third floor

and, as Harrigan stumbled in,
I killed him.

What claim did you have
to the formula?

What claim did I have to it?

I worked on it night and day
in that laboratory.

I was the human guinea pig. Each new
stage of the drug was tried out on me.

For days at that time
I was under its influence.

Then, when it was perfected and
my knowledge was no longer needed,

I was kicked out and sent up here
as just another intern,

while Melady and Harrigan
fought over the ownership.

But it's mine, I tell you,
it's mine!

It's mine and if I can't have it,
nobody--

When did you wipe the handle
of the knife clean?

I didn't.

Who was in on it with you?

I wiped off the knife.

You did? When?

During the excitement,
just after they found the body.

I went into the elevator.

I knew that Simon had killed him and
I wanted to help him get away with it.

How did you know?

As I came up from supper,
I surprised Simon.

I saw that he'd killed him and
I was glad. Glad, do you hear?

Why?

Because I knew Leo Harrigan
better than anybody in the world.

Yes, better than you did.

Because I was married to him first.

- You were?
- Married to him?

Until he kicked me out,
for her and her money.

You didn't know that, did you?

I was good enough for him
when he was just an intern.

Not when he became
the famous society doctor.

He even tried to keep me out
of the only work that I knew:

Nursing.

So that I wouldn't be around to remind
him how rotten he was.

Who attacked you on the stairs?

Oh, Simon.

He tried to make me steal the formula
from Agnes Melady

before he made his getaway.

And when I refused, he thought
I was going to expose him.

You'd better keep
this troublesome trinket

until the law finds out
to whom it belongs.

Well, doctor, I really don't know how
to thank you for your assistance.

Forget it.

Forgive me, Dr. Coate, but
when you asked me for the formula,

I was afraid that you--

So was I.

About you.

Both you and the lieutenant.

I hope you'll forget what I said
about your leaving the hospital.

It's quite all right, doctor.
I'm going anyway.

What?

Yes, she's putting herself
in the hands of a good doctor.

Nothing serious.
Just a little heart trouble.

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